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citrusrei · 4 years

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Leave a Message at the Tone.

Reader x Jimin Summary: Jimin leaves you a lil’ voicemail while he’s away on tour. Genre: Smutty af. Drabble-esque. Word Count: 2,477 Warnings: Phone sex. If you don’t like that sort of thing, do not read it lol.

AN: idk where this even came from but uh, here it is lmao. I hope you enjoy this filth. Also, leave some feedback if you liked it! It is always appreciated <3

"Ah, fuck..." His voice became higher pitched as slick, wet sounds echoed in the background. Jimin's breathy gasps and quiet whimpers became faster and louder.

Your eyes were wide open as you sprung up from your bed, phone pressed tight against your ear as a hand covered your mouth in surprise. What the fuck had your boyfriend sent you while you were sleeping!?

"I can't wait to be home-ah, fuck, and ins-side of you." He continued his ministries, his soft moans stirring the pot in the pit of your stomach as the visual of him, alone in his hotel bed, shirt riding up his toned chest with flushed cheeks, and plump lips lingered in your mind. You had the sudden urge to stop the voicemail now and ring him up, but he had to be asleep by now considering he was on the opposite side of the world. So instead, you honed in on the sound coming out of your phone, your own breath becoming labored as a slow ache started to pool.

"You'd let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours, wouldn't you baby girl?" He spoke again, his voice cracking at the end of his sentence and it had your mouth watering.

Really, what was he trying to pull?! He wouldn't be home for another 3 weeks and this wasn't helping the whole distance and the not being able to touch him thing. And this, this monstrosity disguised as a blessing of a voicemail, was not helping at all.

You threw your body down against the mattress, making sure the phone didn't go anywhere as your hand slid into your night shorts. You listened as Jimin's breathing became shallow, his voice becoming more vocal. He really must have been alone considering how loud he was getting. Not that you minded, actually, the thought of him getting caught only turned you on further.

Your hand grazed over your panties and you already started to feel the dampness seep through the thin fabric. Your neck craned and your back arched as you applied the slightest amount of pleasure and you were surprised just how weak a dirty talking Jimin could make you.

"I know you would, you'd take it so well. Ah- your lips wrapped around me, fuck. I'm getting close. See what even the thought of you does to me?" He breathed, each whimper making your heart flip and soak the measly cloth even further, "You're all I can think about, fuck I miss you. When I come home I'm going to ravage the fuck-mmph, out of you."

Okay, you weren't playing anymore. You slipped two fingers under your drenched panties, and headed straight for your clit, rubbing small circles against the little bud, creating music of your own. Your breath matched his as you flicked your wrist against yourself, his moans and mewls reaching a fever pitch as he cried out he was coming.

"Ah, fuck!" He sobbed, his aggressive strokes stuttering as his breath caught in his throat. But you weren't nearly finished.

"Would you look at this," He laughed, his breathing still heavy, "I made such a mess of myself. I better go and clean up before Taehyung comes back. Don't get too worked up, my love. Goodnight." And then the voicemail beeped, and it was done.

You huffed as soon as the beep ended. Don't get too worked up? How dare he! He knew damn well what he was doing, that tease. But, you figured two could play at that game.

You opened the little ghost widget; Snapchat. You were going to play just as dirty if not even more so. Park Jimin was going to learn today. You threw the bedsheets off of you, and as well as your shorts before holding down the record button, winking to the camera before aiming it downwards, showing him the dark, wet patch on your underwear and running a finger over it. After reviewing the video and deeming it good enough, you hit Jimin's username and then send. You figured he wouldn't open it until he woke up, but nearly right as you sent it, it was opened.

You waited not so patiently to see if you were going to get a response, mindlessly rubbing your aching sex before the screen refreshed, signaling a new snapchat. But not a video, or picture; just a text.

Minnie: Fuck, I see you got my voicemail 😉 send another

You scoffed at his response. Another? Yeah, he sent you a voicemail which was longer than a 10 second video, but you HAD sent a VIDEO. And you figured if he was up and able to view your snap, he could play for a bit too. So, you typed a quick response saying that that wasn't how it was going to work.

You: No no, Park. You want something, you gotta send something in return 😉

His little bitmoji popped up, indicating he had read what was sent and typing his reply which was quick and short.

Minnie: ;/

Minnie: but tae is in the bed next to me 🙁

You: figure something out 😛

No more than a minute passed until the red bubble appeared on your screen. A picture.

It was him, of course. Sitting on what you assumed was the toilet as he teased you just as you did to him. His hard length poked through his grey sweats as his hand gripped around the band. Barely anything, and of course it had you drooling, almost ready to beg for more. But you stood your ground and snapped a mildly revealing picture of your cleavage.

He still seemed to enjoy it, however, sending a bunch of the water droplet emoji's. This time, a purple bubble popped up and you found yourself rushing to open it.

Jimin took the band of his sweats and boxers, pulling them down tauntingly until just the beginning of his shaft could be seen, and then it came to an abrupt end. You groaned in annoyance. Why was this boy so annoying today? But you did the same, holding the record button down as you slid your panties down just enough to get a sneak peak of your folds and ended it there, hitting send immediately.

It was opened in seconds and his reply came just as quick. It started right where he'd left off, but he'd finished the job in this snap. The garments pushed down so achingly slow until suddenly his dick sprung free, tip red and needy. You felt another gush of wetness flood onto your panties and you decided it was time to get rid of them. So, once again you hit record and casually pulled them off of your body, a small string of arousal following in suit.

Minnie: fuckkkk what are you trying to do to me????

Minnie: I almost came at just that!! 🙁

You laughed aloud at Jimin's struggles but you were in the same boat as him. Not only did that damned voicemail rile you up beyond relief, but now he was being just as much of a tease and it only pushed you further to the edge.

The next video was him pumping his thick length leisurely as little breathy huffs could be heard in the background, the squeeze of his head at the end giving you goosebumps. "Fuck," you sighed, sliding over to the camera screen.

Your hand traveled down the length of your abdomen until it met your drenched sex which then, you slid two fingers in and right back out, giving the camera a show of just how turned on you were. And that was the tipping point for him.

Minnie: fuck it im calling you.

Sure enough, your phone rang seconds after. You picked up in a heartbeat.

"Hello?" You smiled, knowing Jimin would oh, so love your innocent tone.

"Hello? That's what you're going to say? Do you know how crazy you're driving me over here? I'm in the fucking bathroom jerking myself off cause my girlfriend wants to play games." You laughed at that, which only riled him up further.

"Play games? Ha! You're the one who started it! That voicemail... what a thing to wake up to. You're lucky I'm free today, otherwise I'd be late to work."

"Ah, that was just a present to you, baby girl." He sighed and you just knew he was still touching himself so you went back to it too, sliding your fingers over your slick walls as you listened to Jimin's breath start to get heavier.

"And that video was my present to you. Your reward to show you how turned on that made me." You continued, your eyes shutting tight as you passed over a sensitive spot.

"Well, all that did was make me hard again, and now I'm here trying to get myself off while my group mate sleeps 10 feet away from me. Are you going to take responsibility?" He grunted, the sounds of his hand picking up speed echoing in the back.

"Hm, should I? Maybe I should just go listen to that voicemail again and let you go back to sleep."

"Fuck, why would you need that when you got the real thing on the line? Unless, you would like that more?" He knew you were teasing, so he played back. What an asshole, you thought as you slid one finger into your tight hole, moaning at the slight stretch.

"Ah, fuck, baby. Tell me what you're doing right now." Jimin sighed.

"I-I'm touching myself." You breathed out, Jimin right behind you.

"Oh yeah? Where? What are you thinking about?" He purred, totally loving this. Jimin loved phone sex for some reason. While he was away on tour, you found yourself having nights like this at least 2-3 times a week. It was almost like he wasn't even gone. Almost. Of course, the real thing was infinitely better, but Jimin got so dirty on the phone that it sufficed.

"I'm to-touching my pussy," You answered, moaning again as you'd found the right spot, "and I'm thinking of you... only you."

"Only me?" Jimin laughed, "you better be thinking of only me. What am I doing to you?"

You whimpered because you were tired of all these questions. Call it selfish, but you were kind of crap at dirty talk and you loved it when Jimin took over. It was more comfortable that way, especially since he loved doing it so much. You weren't innocent or anything, but shy in that sense. He knew it too. He adored making you blush and cringe, especially when he wanted you to vocalize what you were doing to yourself when he wasn't there. Fucking, Jimin.

"Ugh, Jimin..." You whined, embarrassment creeping up into the apples of your cheeks, but all he did was giggle.

"You're so cute, baby girl. Don't be embarrassed! It's just me. I won't make fun of you." He sang. You knew he wouldn't. He was always trying to get you to come out of your shell that way, but you just... couldn't. And he respected that.

"I-you're fucking me... fast, and hard." You rasped, faltering when you heard Jimin groan on the other end.

"You'd like that wouldn't you, baby... If my cock was stuffed into your tight pussy, huh? I know you'd take it so well." He whimpered, letting out a guttural moan before he started laughing.

"I need to be quiet so we don't get caught, but it's so hard when I keep thinking about that perfect cunt of yours. Let me hear how wet you are."

Your cheeks burned at his request but there was no way in hell you were going to deny him of it. So, you put the phone on speaker, holding it just above the source, letting the wet slick echo into the mic. Jimin groaned, absolutely loving what he was hearing, muttering a small, "Fuck yes."

You continued your movements, your fingers slicking in and out of your entrance slowly, gradually gaining speed as both yours and Jimin's breathing became faster.

"Fuck, I love you baby girl." Jimin grunted, his voice thick with lust.

You moaned in response, adding another finger to the equation. The pool in the pit of your stomach was threatening to spill as that familiar white, hot heat spread tingled through your veins.

"Jimin, I'm gonna c-come so-oon."

He sighed at your raspy tone, "Me too, I'm so close."

You set your phone on your lower abdomen just close enough to your sex that he could still hear what you were doing to yourself. Your other hand flew down to your clit, adding that extra push to the edge and with a few more flicks and pumps, and with Jimin's deep breaths and grunts you couldn't hold back any longer.

"Mmph, Jimin- fuck!" You cried out, two fingers expertly rubbing your swollen bead with the perfect amount of pressure to ride out your orgasm. Jimin followed right behind you, a sweet whimper and a grunt of your name escaping his lips.

The two of you sat on the call a few minutes, both of your breathing slowing, your heart rate returning to normal.

Jimin began to laugh, “Fuck, Y/n. You drive me crazy.”

Your eyes widened, “Me?! You’re the one who started this!”

“And of course you have to finish it! Ah, girl.” You could just hear the smile in his voice, and you began to smile too. Jimin paused for a minute, the tone changing, “I miss you so much. I can’t wait to come home and see you.”

Your heart clenched, “I miss you too. So much. But you’ll be home soon enough! And then, you’ll be totally sick of me and want to leave again.” You laughed. Jimin disagreed.

“No way. I could never be sick of you. I love you way too much.”

He always knew how to make you feel better and worse at the same time, you really missed him.

“Well, Park! Get home quickly... so I don’t have to use my hand anymore.”

“Oh, baby,” The sultry tone coming back “... you’ll be wishing it was your hand. I don’t plan on holding back. I hope you’ll be able to take it.” He winked. Your eyes rolled and you giggled.

“Well, I guess we’ll see,” You yawned, “But I’m so tired. I’m heading to bed and so should you! What time is it there anyways?”

“Hmmm, nearly 4:30. I have to be up early too. You naughty girl, keeping me up at all hours of the night.” He smiled, sleepiness pronounced in his voice.

“Like, I said, you started it. But go to bed. I love you, and I’ll talk to you later.” You hummed.

“I love you too, my sweet angel. Maybe we can do this again tomorrow night?”

“Sure, you can leave another message at the tone.”

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upinthestarsx3 · 5 years

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BTS scenarios- You and him try dry humping pt2

Hyung version!! You can read the maknae version here.

Warnings: explicit language, mature content, dry humping, one of the scenario includes cheating, Dom yoongi and hoseok but barely. This is a little raunchy. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Genre: Scenarios|fluff(ish)|smut|angst(ish)

A/n: Long overdue!! It’s 1am and I definitely proofread; but if there’s a mistake in there sorry. It’s technically not all dry humping, but you’ll see what I mean.

Jin

“You’re so hard.” You whisper to Jin, your hand moving up and down over his hard-on before moving to his zipper,

“Don’t you dare,” He slaps your hand away, “it can wait until we get back to the apartment.” He whispers in the loud movie theater.

“Jin, no one will see, it’s so dark.” You try to reason with him. Being the adventurous one usually had its perk- but Jin was so stubborn about these sort of things.

“I’m not having sex in a movie theater, y/n. You’re unbelievable.”

“Come on, we’re all the way in the back. No one will see! Besides, we don’t have to have sex you know.”

He looks around the theater, then back to you before shrugging and nodding his head lightly.

You fall to your knees in the awkward aisle of the theater, but he shakes his head,

“I don’t want a blow job.”

Your eyes widen at him and then you laugh. When did he ever turn down one of those? But your smile fades when you see him drop his pants to his ankles, patting his lap for you to sit. It’s your turn to take a look around the theater, but just like you’d told him earlier; no one was paying attention- and the movie goers were too far away from the back to notice anything anyway. When you look back at Jin, he raises his eyes brows and motions for you to sit on his lap once again.

“Good girl.” He coos, shifting so that his body sinks a bit lower in the seat and his cock stood proudly between your thighs.

“Squeeze your legs shut,” he whispers, moaning when he feels you lightly rub the head of his manhood. You can feel him moving beneath you, trying to find the best angle as he starts rotating his hips.

Jin pushes his cock past your shorts and underwear, enjoying the slick noises your pussy made each time he slid between your second lips, but never once fully penetrating you. Luckily, the loud theater easily cancels out the sounds of your heavy breathing and moans.

His fingers climb your torso until they reach your breasts, gently groping them and kneading them for his own pleasure. You place your hand over his cock and hold it against you, angling it so that he was hitting your clit with each thrust. He continues moving beneath you as you cum.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” He utters, his cum filling your underwear just moments after, before he could stop himself. He looks at your with an apologetic look,

“Sorry but that’s was amazing.”

Namjoon

Rainy Sunday afternoons meant spending the day in with your boyfriend; today was no different.

“Come here.” He pats the space on the bed next him, his eyes never leaving the tv. You climb onto the bed, but you crawl directly over his body and settle on his lap.

A small roll of your hips seems to snap him out of his trance and his hands instantly move to your waist.

“I watched something yesterday that I wanted to try.” You shyly trail off, avoiding his eyes with reddening cheeks.

“Porn?” He lets out a laugh but you hit chest lightly, “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” he reaches your underwear, and you awkwardly maneuver your bodies so that he is able to take them off.

“Don’t.” You stop him when he reaches for his boxers, “Sorry, it’s just... You’re supposed to keep it on, I think.” He tilts his head in curiosity but nods nonetheless.

You sit naked on top of him, leaning down to place both hands on his chest as you start to rock your body back and forth on him. Your wetness soaking his thin boxers and it almost feels as though he had nothing on at all.

You can hear the large gasps of air Namjoon

keeps taking and he begs you to let him take you raw.

Ignoring his pleas isn’t hard when you’re so focused on the feeling of his tip colliding with your clit each time you moved your hips up down. You reach down to the waistline of his boxers and tug it down, just enough to allow the tip to be freed from restraint.

“Faster!” His voice breaks and he continues to hump you from below.

“Are you cl-” You barely finish your question before he’s grunting, cumming all along the bottom of his stomach. You let out a huff, irritated that he didn’t wait for you; until you feel him pat your thigh,

“Ride my face.”

Suga

“I’m working, Y/n.” Yoongi huffs in annoyance, but you ignore his comment.

“Take a break.” You demand, closing the computer screen and tugging on his wrist. He lets out yet another sigh and follows you over to the couch.

“You don’t listen.” He teases you, leaving a quick kiss on your lips and pulling back quickly, knowing you’d want more.

“Don’t tease me. We’re not in the mood.” You tell him, taking his hand and placing it on your heat, the wetness from your cunt already seeping through your underwear. You can see his eyes darken as he begins taking his clothes off, and you follow suit.

Your eyes dance with excitement as you watch him squeeze his cock and give it a few pumps. He lines himself up against your pussy, but instead of pushing in; he slides himself between your second lips. A low moan leaves your mouth as he presses his dick against your clit, circling it slowly yet firm.

“Fuck, Yoongi.” Another moan slips from your lips, and you pull him down so that the weight of his body covers you entirely,

“Yoongi, fuck me. Please!” You whine, gasping when he nibbles on your lip to shut you up.

“No. Im gonna make you cum just like this, and then you’re gonna let me finish my work.” He tells you.

Your breathing picks up when he lifts your legs and places the both on them his right shoulder; forcing your legs together, then pushing his cock between your thighs. You raise your hips until you can feel his tip slide over your pussy again,

“I’m gonna cum.” You hear him hiss, watching his white streams make a mess of your body. He stills for a moment, and he then tries to stand to his feet before you pull him back down,

“We so are not done yet.”

Hoseok

“You have to be quiet.” Hoseok hushes you from behind. He lifts your dress over your hips and you find yourself pushing back on his groin. You hear him let out a small laugh, and in return you let out another loud whine.

“Patience, baby.” Can’t have anyone catching us can we?” He purrs.

“You mean like your girlfriend, sitting right outside in the living room with our other drunk friends?” You look back at him to see his eyes squinted harshly at you, but he doesn’t say anything in return.

His pants drop just below his thighs and he grabs at your hips, rubbing himself against you,

“You talk too much, you know that?” He pulls your panties down to your knees and taps on your leg once, whispering, “open”.

You spread your legs for him without another thought, allowing your arms to rest on the door in front of you for support.

He slowly brings a hand around you and down to your clit, rolling it slowly between his fingers; listening to you squeal.

“I said be quiet.” He repeats. Using his free hand to cover your mouth,

“I’m not gonna fuck you, you don’t listen.” He pulls your panties all the way back up, but his hands don’t leave your body. You can the feel his cock pressing against you, your underwear acting as unwanted protection. He continues humping you, and you almost don’t notice when you slides your underwear to the side.

His fingers find your cunt again and he plays with it, pressing himself against you but only ever allowing the tip to go in.

“Please, fuck me.” You plead.

“No, but you’ll listen next time won’t you, baby?”

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joonsoulmap-archived · 5 years

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he’s really out here…looking like this

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optimizche · 5 years

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Angelic: Sire and Seraphia (Park Chanyeol/Reader)

Her

“Ohh my god, Lu,” I groaned around a mouthful of blueberry pancake. “These are delicious!”

Sitting in front of me, nursing a steaming cup of coffee in his hand, Luhan beamed at me with pride. “I’m glad you liked them, princess.”

“‘Like’ is an understatement, Lu,” I said, ravenously forking some more of the syrupy, buttery pancake into my mouth. It melted on my tongue and I let out another groan, shutting my eyes in pure bliss. “These are divine.”

“Hey!” came Baekhyun’s indignant exclamation. “I made them, too, you know? I need some credit, okay?”

I smiled at my brother who was standing at the stove, flipping more pancakes on the skillet. “Of course, Baekkie. You’re a culinary genius!”

He blushed at my praise, waving his hand dramatically as if to say oh stop it.

I laughed.

Beside me, Yixing was watching us with a fond smile on his face, drinking a cup of coffee. He always took his coffee with a splash of cream and two sugars.

Underneath the table, his free hand rested upon my bare thigh. Fingers playing with the hem of my silk shorts.

His touch on my skin felt like a blanket of comfort, a direct result of his innate healing abilities.

Just being around Yixing made me feel at ease, his touches ameliorating any distress or disquetude within me. He was like a walking, talking safety net for me and in his vicinity, I felt calm.

The calm and comfort that Yixing’s presence brought me was rivalled only by the serenity and tranquility that I had always felt around Junmyeon.

I wanted to lean into Yixing, crawl into his lap and dissolve into his embrace. Maybe take a nap, even. But we had to be discreet around the rest of my brothers.

Instead, I placed my hand on top of his, threading my fingers into his. He gave my hand a squeeze.

“You’re working at Seraphia with Minseok and me today, aren’t you, love?” Luhan asked, pulling me out of the quiet moment Yixing and I were having.

I turned to him with a smile. “Yep.”

Seraphia was a cosy neighbourhood cafe that Luhan, Minseok and Baekhyun had started. And the establishment was quite popular among humans, having garnered numerous loyal patrons over the years.

Lu smiled back at me, while Baekhyun began to animatedly talk about all the pastries he was going to teach me to bake.

Just as he was explaining the intricacies of making the perfect blueberry compote, Minseok walked into the room, Jongdae on his heels, both wearing identical grins on their faces.

“What’s gotten you both so chuffed?” Lu asked, quirking a brow at them.

“Junmyeon is coming,” they both announced together.

I stayed frozen firmly in my chair, silent, while the rest of my brothers erupted into cheers. Yixing beside me remained silent as well, giving me a look.

The message in his glance was clear: we both were going to have to be deathly careful around Junmyeon.

Being the oldest among us, it wasn’t going to be easy to make him believe that everything was fine and dandy. Junmyeon could sense an impending peril within a second. He could read through us all.

And the consequences of him finding out what Yixing and I were truly up to�� I didn’t even want to imagine them.

It was Minseok’s voice that drew me out of my own thoughts.

“Aren’t you happy that Jun is coming back, ___________?” he asked, regarding me with an air of expectation. And suspicion. “He said he was missing you the most.”

I felt a shard of guilt stab at my heart. Beneath the table, Yixing gave my hand another squeeze, sensing it immediately.

Mustering up the most radiant, shining smile that I could manage, I said, “Of course I’m happy, Min. I’m just… a little anxious about working Seraphia. I’m still a novice, after all!”

Minseok waved a hand dismissively in the air, shrugging off my worries with a grin of his own. “Don’t worry, princess, you’ll be great.”

“Did Junmyeon say when he was going to arrive?” Yixing asked.

“He didn’t say when,” Jongdae mused over a bite of pancake. “He just said ‘soon.’”

I gave Yixing a glance once again.

We had little time to prepare and rehearse our lies, then.

“Will you be coming to Seraphia, Yixing?” I asked, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

“I will try, love,” he replied, looking apologetic. “I have some commitments at the studio to complete.”

Yixing worked as a music composer, while Jongdae was the lead vocalist at a studio that the two of them ran nearby.

And as crestfallen as I was that I wasn’t going to be able to be around Yixing until tonight, I managed to smile at him.

God, life could be tough around here on Earth.

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The sweet aroma of Luhan’s baked goods on display was making my head spin, the scent of Minseok’s strongly brewed coffee becoming the perfect accompaniment to it.

Even as I stood at one of the empty tables, scrubbing down the tabletop as best as I could, I couldn’t help but think if Luhan would allow me to sneak out one of his chocolate eclairs during lunch break.

He knew that I had an insatiable sweet tooth.

Which is why, when I caught his eye as he stood behind the counter, he gave me a wink. He knew.

If you work well, princess, I’ll let you have as many pastries as you like, was the implied bribe behind his wink.

I grinned at him, walking over to him as he beckoned me to the counter with a curve of his finger.

Tightening up my ponytail, I approached him. “Yes, Lu?”

“Princess, you’ll have to man the coffee bar, since Min has to leave early today,” he said.

“Leave early? Why?” I asked, my brow furrowing with instant anxiety.

It was only my third day of work at Seraphia and until now I had only helped with Luhan and Baekhyun with all the bakery products.

I had zero experience at brewing coffee. Especially nowhere as good as Minseok did.

“He has some official business to attend to with Baek and Jong,” he said, a significant look in his eyes.

Realization dawned on my face immediately. Father had asked them to do something for him.

“Fine,” I said, shrugging. “I’ll do it. But you need to teach me the basics, Lu.”

“No worries, princess,” he said, beaming, before pressing a grateful kiss to my cheek. “You’re a quick learner.”

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The lunch time rush hour had passed smoothly and I had hardly any problem with fulfilling all our customers and their caffeine cravings.

Everything had been going well.

I was silently eyeing the array of chocolate eclairs on display, which were practically begging me to devour them. My stomach growled painfully.

“Ugh,” I groaned, glancing at the clock. “Where are you, Lu?” I muttered, wanting Luhan to return from his lunch break as quickly as he could, so that I could go for mine.

“Excuse me?” came an impossibly deep voice, jolting me harshly out of my eclair filled fantasies.

I looked up from the display case to the man standing on the other side of the counter.

Red.

That was the first word that came to my mind as I took in his lush, spun-crimson hair. He was practically a giant, easily a head taller than me, dressed in a pitch black suit. By his attire, I would’ve thought him to be a businessman. But for some reason, this man in front of me didn’t exactly seem to be a businessman.

Unable to help itself, my heart gave a stutter when my gaze fell from his hair to his face. High cheekbones, full lips and deep-set, dark eyes, he was the textbook definition of devilishly handsome.

“Excuse me?” he repeated, voice dropping an octave and his rosy lips turning into a smirk, now that he had noticed my blatant staring.

“Y-yes, sir?” I squeaked, inwardly cursing myself for sounding so much like a breathless schoolgirl.

“How c-can I help you?”

He grinned openly.

My heart skipped another beat.

“I’d like four shots of espresso, please,” he spoke.

I stared at him, the cogs in my brain turning. His voice sounded so familiar, yet so foreign. Something I knew, but couldn’t put my finger on, just yet.

“Of course, sir,” I said, trying to muster up my composure. Trying to hold my own in front of this obviously very intimidating man. “Anything else?”

He pointed at the display case with a long, elegant finger. “What would you recommend from these?” he asked of the baked goods.

“T-the chocolate eclairs,” I said. They were my own favourites, after all.

He smiled. “Perfect. I’ll have two of those, please.”

“Certainly,” I said, turning to the till to enter his order into the system. “Who should I make the order out to? And will you have it here, or to-go?”

“Chaniel,” he said simply. “I’ll have it to-go.”

My eyes immediately grew wide, the hair on the back of my neck prickling in a completely instinctive reaction that my mind couldn’t understand just yet. “Ch-Chaniel?”

“Yes,” he said, grin growing wider, as if he were enjoying an inside joke. “C-H-A-N-I-E-L,” he spelled it out for me, while I scrawled out his name on a styrofoam cup with a rather shaky hand.

“Please wait right here,” I said, turning away from this man who was making me suddenly feel a whole array of emotions that I couldn’t quite process just yet.

It didn’t help that I could feel the burn of his gaze upon my back, following me behind the counter as I prepared his coffee and packed up his eclairs with fumbling hands.

I had not reacted in such a way to any of the previous customers I had tended to in the past few days.

Why was I behaving in such a flustered way around him?

Discreetly, I turned around to sneak another look at him. He was looking at the pastries in the display case, hands in his pockets. A small smile playing on his lips.

God.

What was wrong with me?

Finishing up his order, I approached the counter, to hand it over to him.

He took the coffee and the bag of eclairs. But instead of leaving, like I had expected that he would, he reached into the bag and pulled out an eclair, holding it up to me.

“Is something wrong, sir?” I asked.

He smiled, almost radiantly, pressing the pastry into my hands. “I bought this one for you,” he said and promptly turned on his heel to leave.

Before I could ask him to stop, or say anything, for that matter, he was gone.

Leaving my hands searing with a pleasant heat where his skin had touched mine. And my heart buzzing wildly like a honey-bee with an inexplicable reason.

And then it happened.

The heat from where our hands had touched, for barely a moment, began to spread its way all over. I could feel it crawl up my wrists, up my arms, to my neck, down my torso and legs. And all the way up to my head.

My breaths began to come in heavier than usual and my trembling hands suddenly let go of the eclair I was holding. In slow motion, I saw the pastry fall onto the floor, and the realization came to me.

It was him.

Him.

The man who had kissed me that night.

Satan’s child.

Between heaving gasps, I leaned against the glass counter, heat flooding through my body like an inferno. So strong that I felt my knees buckle and give out from under me.

But before I fell to my knees on the floor, a pair of arms caught me.

“Princess! Are you alright?”

Luhan’s face came swimming into view through my blurring vision and I staggered, pushing him away violently.

“Y-Yixing…” I breathed out, trying my best to restrain myself, despite the excruciating heat that had now settled deep within my core. “I need Yixing…”

And with that, I turned on my heel and ran out of the cafe.

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Him

The taste of the eclair remained sweet upon Chanyeol’s tongue, a smile firm upon his lips as walked back into his home.

There was a spring in his step, all from the joy to the next phase of his plan coming to fruition, as he hummed a pleasant, sprightly tune, walking through the expansive courtyard.

He could see all of his brothers’ multi-million dollar worth luxury cars parked in the driveway.

Good, they’re all home.

“Boys!” Chanyeol yelled out, as soon as he flung open the front door. “I’m home!”

Silence.

His ears were met with a deafening silence, a stark contrast to the usual ruckus his brothers created whenever they were all home, making an irate Kyungsoo the one to implore them to just keep it down.

Almost immediately, Chanyeol knew that something was up. And his suspicion came true when a very distinctly familiar voice called out to him in a musical lilt.

“In here, son!”

His stomach dropped, nerves growing tenfold at the sound of that voice. He was hoping that he was hallucinating. Or that it was one of Sehun’s playful pranks.

But all his hopes came crashing down when he turned the corner and walked into the dining room.

All of his brothers were seated along the sides of the long dining table, their backs straight, expressions tense and their hands resting clasped together upon the edge of the table.

And at the head of the table, sitting at the seat that was reserved for Chanyeol, was him.

The one man Chanyeol feared more than life itself. The one man Chanyeol had been hoping to avoid for quite a few centuries.

He hadn’t changed in the slightest, Chanyeol thought as he watched him sip a deep red wine from a crystal goblet, clutched between elegant fingers. If anything, he looked younger than before. No one could have guessed that this man, if you could only call him that, had been around since the creation of the universe itself.

He glowed, pale gold and unblemished skin, impossibly high cheekbones, rosy lips and a pointed chin. An array of earrings adorning one ear. Devastatingly handsome, what with his raven hair flopping artfully over the right side of his forehead. He was dressed in his usual, all black suit. Chanyeol had never seen him wear another colour in his life.

“Is this the way to greet your sire?” he spoke, the playfulness in his voice edged with a tinge of irritation.

“I’m sorry, Dad,” Chanyeol said, hurrying over to where he sat, falling to his knees before him, bowing his head.

He chuckled quietly, setting the goblet aside to grasp Chanyeol by his shoulders, making him rise to his feet as he stood as well, before he pulled him into his arms in a hug so constricting that it made him wince.

“Do I look old enough to be called Dad?” he asked. “You know what to call me, son.”

Even though he was taller than his father, Chanyeol was nowhere even close to his level of strength. And as he hugged him, Chanyeol glanced at the tattoo etched on the nape of his father’s neck: an Angel falling from Heaven, with its wings spread wide.

The irony made Chanyeol’s stomach twist every time he saw the tattoo. An Angel etched on the back of Satan’s neck?

A sickening taunt.

And the gravity of it hit Chanyeol even more strongly now, as his thoughts went directly to his own angel.

Bile rose up his throat and dread rose in his heart.

Pulling away once his father released him from the embrace, Chanyeol looked at his smirking face.

“It is good to see you, Jiyong.”

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yoonia · 5 years

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Rapture (M)

➬ Character | Taehyung x reader

➬ Subtitle | Fever II — or in another word, written in the same universe as Fever

⇢ Genre | Werewolf!au, Werewolf!Taehyung, Human!Reader, Hybrid!au, Fated Mates, Smut, Angst

⇢ Ratings & Warnings | +18/mature scenes; jealousy, werewolf sex, explicit smut scene, public sex, cunnilingus (oral sex, female receiving), presumably unprotected sex, impregnation kink mentioned, knotting.

⇢ Word count | 4,4k words

➥ Part of the Shifters Series | World Map & Fic Glossary

➥ Author’s Note | This piece was also written during my NaNoWriMo project last November. It took me awhile to post this one because I keep changing a few things during editing. I hope you guys enjoy this one as much as you do with Fever. (ps. Please ignore the fact that I write this one in a different style compared to the other)

The sun is beginning to fade right before your eyes, casting warm strands of orange glow as the sky welcomes the coming nightfall.

This is usually your favourite time of the day, when you would take your leisure walks through the woods, enjoying the blissful scene and the peaceful silence around you while breathing in the calm breeze.

In this height, you can see everything so clearly. The way the sun is descending slowly from the sky, leaving hues of tangerine and red against the darkening blue over the horizon. The trees glowing beautifully in the distant, painted as unmoving rows of tall wooden walls that are slowly being engulfed by black shadows as the golden lights are shielded in the background.

You would have taken the chance to bask in the beautiful scenery if only you could. If only you are not so terribly distracted by a different kind of bliss. One that leaves you breathless and turns your mind into a puddle of mush, all while your whole body is slowly wreaking apart with continuous jolts of pleasure running everywhere within.

Even with your eyes staring straight ahead into the woods, the only thing you can focus on is the hardening tips of your breasts that are exposed to the sunset breeze, the tight hold of strong fingers clutching on your bare thighs, the firm shoulders that are holding your weight up as your back is pressed onto the brick wall behind you, and the hot, sultry lips that are devouring your sex with deep hunger.

“F-fuck—Taehyung, what are you doing to me?” you cry out as you feel his lips clutching tight on your clit, sucking it hard before releasing it and returning to lap at your hot entrance, drinking in the essence of your arousal with a deep growl. His tongue finds its way to easily slip between your hot entrance, as if making it clear that all he wants to do is to taste you, to eat your delicate pussy as if you are his last meal.

Your fingers are entangled between his thick mass of hair, pulling his head closer to have him reaching deeper between your legs. Lost in the pleasure that he is giving to you, your body starts to react on its own. Your hips are moving fluidly, following his rhythm with your own as if you are making sweet love to his voluptuous mouth. You no longer care that you might be suffocating your poor lover by burying him deep between your thighs. Although judging from his continuous growls and the increasing intensity of his assault on you, he probably doesn’t even care if he loses his last breath being engulfed in your heat, with his mouth sucking your hot core.

Your cries turn to whimpers when his tongue presses down, dragging its way up your slit to play with your clit. Clamping his mouth around your sensitive bud, he gives a gentle suck, working you with circled massages using his warm tongue that has you pressing back onto his face. His fingers keep digging deeper into your thighs as your body starts to quake, holding you in place. Whimpers after whimpers keep escaping through your lips as his tongue presses down your entrance, slowly passing through your hot canal while lapping up your arousal.

“Oohhh—” you let out a howl for the fire that is building up from inside you. Your stomach tightens as the fluttering sensation of your orgasm builds deep within your core.

His head is now locked between your thighs as you clench around him tightly, all while humping on his face to chase for your release, and he keeps on devouring you without even a flinch. He clearly has no intention to stop, not until you cum all over his face, draining him with your delectable cum. And he makes it clear by how his tongue starts rubbing against you in a skilled rhythm, so fast that you simply cannot keep up.

With another long howl drawled from within you, your body shakes uncontrollably as the feathery strokes of his tongue and the vicious suckling of his hot mouth sends you into the realm of pure ecstasy.

“Taehyung, baby,” you keep chanting his name, basking on your delightful bliss while he is still there, drinking your cum until the very last drop you are drowning him in, before helping you to come down from your high with light kisses around your swollen nether lips.

Your body falls slumped against the wall behind you, still perched on top of his shoulders with the safe hold of his hands. You are now trembling with the remaining spasms of your orgasm still surging through you, passing every inch of your skin that sends your legs shaking and your hips jolting away from his clutch. His deep growl stops you from squirming, reminding you what would happen if he ever let go of you.

Opening your eyes, you meet his gaze that is locked on your face. His lips are still hidden between your thighs, and you can feel his kisses around your folds. Looking down on him, you are amazed at his strength. His shoulders may not be as wide or as sturdy as those belong to the gentle Beta Jin, yet he could still hold your weight on them, keeping your shaking thighs in place while he was tongue fucking you way above the ground. His arms may not be as strong as his Alpha Namjoon, and his legs may not be as muscular as the three Enforcers in his pack who are usually around to guard you when he is away, yet he is still able to stand straight beneath you, with no sign of his legs giving up or losing strength even as you are buckling and moving wildly in his hold.

You can feel his smug smile as his kisses trail down along your thighs, adding soft shivers on your skin on its wake. “Hmm—” he gently takes another gentle suck, cleaning the drop of cum that he had missed. “You taste so good. I could eat you all night.”

With a soft grunt, Taehyung leaned down once again, as if he is ready to do it all over again. But you stop him before he has a chance to. Pulling his head away by tugging on his hair, you start pleading for him to let you down.

“Please, Taehyung. We need to go back before anyone finds us out here,” you beg him, tugging his head away when he tries to fight you off. You watch him looking up with a frown, unhappy to not having what he craves for the most.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growls.

“Fine. But don’t blame me if there’s any male wolf coming through here and see me naked right beside the pack house,” you tell him with a fake scowl to help accentuate the fake threats you gave him. Although your initial attempt of teasing him quickly turns into an irritation when you remember how he had shredded your clothes to pieces before hoisting you up against the wall. As you listen to his possessive growl in return of your words, you know that he could only focus on one part of what you just said to him without remembering about the other.

Releasing a sigh, he places both his hands on your hips, before he slowly lowers you down until your feet return to the ground. Your legs have basically turned into rubbers that your knees instantly buckle, already giving up even before you manage to stand up straight. Thankfully, Taehyung keeps his hands holding tightly on your waist that he can feel it before you have a chance to fall, holding you up tightly against his bare chest.

Watching you trying to pull yourself together, Taehyung’s cockiness returns.

“Are you sure you can manage to walk back home, babe?”

“Aren’t you going to carry me?” you ask him with a pout. “You’re partly responsible for this, you know. You also owe me new clothes. I just bought that dress.”

Your wolf mate has the audacity of grinning instead of looking guilty. “I knew it was a new one,” he says. “I don’t remember seeing that one before.”

Pouting, you give him another scowl when you remember the dress. It took you hours of strolling down the mall to find that particular dress, and you had thought it made you look so good that you had been excited to show it to him. You actually thought that your heart was ripped out from your chest the second you heard the first sound of its fabric being torn apart by his claws.

“That was supposed to be a surprise for you. I was wearing it for our date, not to be left as shredded rags when you went all wolf!”

Taehyung growls. “The dress reeked of another male!”

Placing one hand on your hips, you raise the other to point a finger on his bare chest. “I told you he was a friend! Yoongi only drove me here to see you because it was getting late!”

Taehyung gazes down at your finger before narrowing his eyes on you. Low growl keeps rumbling from inside his chest and you inwardly roll your eyes. You are well aware of his jealousy, his childish possessiveness that more often than not had gotten him into trouble before. You hated it once, but then you grow so used to it that you barely get mad at him for acting like so whenever it happens. Besides, you may have lost your new favourite dress, but he had paid it off by giving you a couple of orgasms all through sundown on his mission to lather you with his scent.

Eyeing his swollen lips that are still wet with your cum, the image of him tongue fucking you returns into your mind. The memory has your body shuddering almost instantly. Both for wanting to have another round of bliss and for the cold air that is starting to build around you.

Moving the hand that was pointing at his chest to hold his shoulder, you playfully pout at your lover. “Now I don’t have any dress to wear for our date.”

His gaze softens with guilt for a brief moment. Then he takes a deep breath, and his gaze darkens when he smells it. The desire that is threatening to return full force between your legs.

“Are you sure you still want to go on that date, babe?” he whispers with a threatening low voice. His hand tightens its hold on your hips, while the other slips between you, reaching down towards your throbbing center. “I have a feeling that you might be interested in changing our plans tonight.”

“Wha—what are you talking about?” you unwillingly stutter, failing to keep your voice steady. You can feel it too, the need of having him inside you. And you know damn well that you would never be able to hide it from him when the tip of his fingers can feel the wetness that is evident to his touch.

Taehyung confirms your thoughts when he chuckles so devilishly, rubbing your dampened folds ever so gently, coaxing more and more of your sweet nectar to come flowing out of you and have it coating his fingers. The feathery touches are enough to have you quivering in his hands. You nearly curse at your treacherous body which is so easy to turn into putty with his touch alone. But then again, you also enjoy every little thing that he is able to do to make you feel good that you easily give in.

Arching against him, you hold on onto his shoulders as he wraps an arm around your middle and works magic with his fingers between your legs. The waves of pleasure is quick to rise when he teases your flooded slit with his fingers, their tips flicking through your entrance before moving up and down your slit, moving in circles before pinching your still swollen clit. Looking at his dark eyes, your mouth turns dry and your breathing becomes shallow, already anticipating on what he will give you next.

Leaning down, Taehyung takes your lips in his, taking no time to deepen the kiss to muffle the cries that erupt from you as he slips two fingers into your core. Your nails are now buried into his skin as you hold on, taking in the way he thrusts his fingers in and out of you with vigour, filling you up so deep.

The climax of your bliss comes to you so quick that you lose control of your own body. Your hips start moving and bucking forward, allowing him to reach even deeper. One of your legs moves on its own, wrapping itself around his hips while the other is planted deep on the ground. The new position allows him to move even more freely between your legs, while you have to put all your weight onto his arm.

“Taehyung—” you keep chanting his name the moment you pull back to breathe, calling him the closer you are to erupt in his hand. He leans down, trailing his kisses down your chin, to your neck, then he latches his lips onto the mating mark he had created at the junction between your neck and shoulder, and nothing stops you from leaping over to your third climax.

Your inner walls throb wildly against his long fingers, then suddenly, they are met with void the moment Taehyung pulls out. Opening your eyes that had been closed tight during your climax, you watch him licking his fingers clean, then continues to move the very same hand to clutch onto your thigh, holding the leg that is on his hips tightly in place.

You open your mouth to give him a warning, to ask him to give you a moment, or to say anything that could make him wait before he continues. But the words that you wanted to say come out as a cry instead as he bucks forward, unforgivingly slipping his already hardened cock through your sensitive hot sex.

“Fuck—” he growls, before finding your lips to drown your whimpers. “I’m sorry, baby. I just couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted to be inside you so bad,” he whispers and begs between his soft kisses. He barely makes another move except for pulling back slowly, stopping at your entrance, and you already feel as if his presence inside you alone is enough to prolong your last climax. “You okay, baby?”

The pain is slowly turning to pleasure when he softly licks your mark, then you nod your head. “I’m okay, baby,” you whimper to his kisses. Reaching up to tug his hair, you force him to look deep into your eyes. “Now fuck me. Please. Fuck me hard.”

And he is more than glad to grant your wish.

With the tight clutches he has on your body, he starts pounding and thrusting deep inside you, already moving with a quick pace and hitting your inner walls so hard that you feel like you are close to being part in half. This time, even as you scream out curses and cry out his name, you force your eyes to stay open, watching his face as he is lost in his own bliss, enjoying being inside you. You can feel his girth twitching against your walls the sloppier his movements get, then he leans down, breathing in your scent while burying his face in your dampened hair.

Then he suddenly stiffens.

You are lost for a moment, wondering if something is wrong. But then you hear his deep growl, the same sound he made back when he welcomed you right outside the pack house and sniffed at your scent. Right at the back of your mind, you are soon reminded to the moment when Yoongi briefly ruffled your hair before he dropped you off at where Taehyung was expecting you.

Your heartbeat quickens. Pulling back from him, you see it once again in his eyes, the same jealousy which you saw before. Only this time, it has already escalated into something more, when his dark eyes turn as deep as the night, his jaw changing shape into a harder and sculpted line, and parts of his body start building up into a wall of muscles that are slowly covered in fur.

“Oh, no. No, you are not going to go wolf on me!” you scream out, trying to push him away only to have him tightening his hold on you with a wolfish grin.

A literal wolf look, that is.

He had shown this newfound trick of his a few times before. Having a Lycan's blood running in his vein mixed with his Werewolf genes, he has the ability to half shift into his other form so naturally, unlike the rest of the Werewolves in his pack. He still looks human, for the most part, but with the features of his beast making its appearance without him turning into his animal form.

His face had turned a few inches longer with prominent jawlines, his sharp canines are shown as his grin widens, his ears are sharpened, and soft white-grey fur that usually coats his wolf is starting to cover his toned arms, legs, and chest. And he is still standing tall before you, with his new strength that is able to hold you up above the ground.

But those are not the only changes that you know is happening to him.

You can feel it inside you, his thick girth growing to its maximum size, pressing and pushing against your tight core that it nearly hurts.

“Too big,” you whimper as he gently bucks forward, pushing himself to the hilt as if he is not yet deep enough. The complaints only fall on deaf ears, however, when both of you know that your body had adjusted to him so perfectly that it takes only seconds before you are used to the size of his wolf cock, just enough to have your body shuddering delightfully with pleasure.

“Mine,” he growls, sounding nothing like his human voice when it sounds much deeper, more feral, and it makes every part inside your body to vibrate. Once again, your body betrays you by turning hot. So hot that you can feel yourself leaking right at your core and down to your thighs.

One small throb made by your hot walls is enough to let him know that you are ready, that your body is ready to take him, and he gives you everything he has with his feral strength. With one simple tug, he pulls you off the ground, making you instantly wrap your legs and arms around him to hold on even if he still has a firm grip on your waist.

His thick cock feels like wood as he pounds inside you, so hard and fast that everything seems even more inhuman. Your mind feels numb when his intense, rough thrusts are the only thing you can feel. His laboured breathing is all you hear, drowning the incoherent screaming noises you keep making. Moving your hips with the same rapid rhythm he is making, you focus on the ripples of your climax that are starting to build, bracing for that intense orgasm he always gives you when he makes wild love with your body the same way he is doing you now.

Taehyung releases a loud growl the moment he feels your walls clamping down tightly around his massive cock, milking him for all his worth while your body explodes into your final climax through continuous throbs and jolts from inside your core. He leans forward, nipping your lips briefly, then latches his lips onto your mark. As his sharp canines pierce through your skin, right at the mark that he had made to claim you as his for eternity, the pain shoots deep within you, unmercifully sending you plunging into your bliss.

For a brief moment, you could feel as if you are close to blacking out. Until you feel it happening.

The first thing you feel is the way his cock and hips twitch, before warm cum starts shooting out of him, filling your inside so strongly that you can feel it in your womb, on your walls, everywhere inside. And then, right when you are expecting to feel his thick cum leaking out and spilling down your thighs, you feel his girth hardening, widening, pressing even harder against your throbbing canal, and that is when you realise it.

He is knotted inside you, stopping his cum from leaking out.

The revelation makes you release a gasp. Your legs and your body are still shaking, but you manage to move your hands to push his chest off of you. Yet nothing happens. As if you are pushing against another wall that is just as strong as the one pressing on your back. He is still latched onto your shoulder, his hot breath fanning your skin and his growl vibrates from inside his chest when you give him another push.

“Mine,” he growls when he finally pulls his canine out of your skin. “My mate,” he says with a gentle growl, lapping on the wound he had left behind to cure the torn skin with his saliva. “My cubs,” he continues, while looking down between you.

Knowing that anything you do would do nothing against the beast that is still taking over your lover, you finally give up. Reaching up to his face, you cup his cheeks and force him to look at you. Kissing him gently, you feel his heartbeat starts to slow down and his monstrous growls slowly fading into steady breaths. He gives you another tug to let you feel the knot inside you one more time, before his whole body starts to relax and softens.

His body starts to shift back into his full human form in the middle of the kiss. You feel his chest softening and his fur disappearing from your fingers. His canines and claws are slowly retracted back into their humanly form, then his kisses grow gentle, back to the soft kisses he normally gives you. His knot throbs before it disappears, then his cock grows flaccid, although it is still making you feel so full even with its original size.

Taehyung keeps peppering your face with his kisses, allowing silence to come between you to give time for both of you to come down from your orgasms.

“Taehyung,” you whisper to him, asking for him to look at you by rubbing your thumb on his cheeks. “What the hell was that?”

His eyes widen for a brief moment, almost looking guilty when he realises what he had done. Almost. Then he notices that there is no anger in your voice, only curiosity. He gives you a smile as he kisses you again, then gently helps you down. Wrapping his arms around you, pressing your sweaty bodies together, he finally shrugs.

“I’m sorry for losing control. I can’t help it, I hate smelling someone else’s scent on you. I just want you to only carry my scent,” he says, sounding too sweet that you have no urge to complain against his possessiveness. He knows that you are bound to him for the rest of your life, but that simply never stops his beast to reclaim what belongs to him and to let everyone knows who you belong to.

“I’m yours, baby,” you gently remind him with a kiss. Then continue on with a frown. “And what’s with the knotting thing?”

This time, he gives you a sheepish smile. “I think—deep down I wanted it. To have you carry my cubs,” he says, shrugging and gently stroking your stomach. “I guess my beast has it ingrained in his mind that when he took over he simply puts it into action.”

“I never knew that,” you murmur softly, but still enough for him to hear every word. “I thought you weren’t ready.”

Taehyung lifts his eyes and looks at you. “I have been ready,” he claims. “Ever since I marked you. But I never had the courage to say anything since you have that birth control thing.”

Nibbling on your lips, you let the random thought that you had kept to yourself to slip out. “Well, if only you would’ve just...told me—”

You feel his body turning rigid and his eyes taking you in, staring deeply into your eyes as he carefully says, “Are you saying that you want to?”

You only shrug. “I guess. I mean, I saw the children and the little wolves running around the pack house every day and sometimes I would imagine us having—” you stop as you watch him staring at your body curiously. “What?”

“I’m imagining your belly sticking out with little cubs of mine growing inside,” he mutters while still seemingly lost, his eyes never looking away from your stomach. “You would look sexy as hell—”

“Wait—” you stop him, nudging on his shoulder. “I think you and I have a completely different image of me being pregnant with your cubs, mister.”

Once again, your mate shamelessly grins. “Doesn’t matter. You already said that you wanted to.”

“What?”

Without saying any other word or give you a chance to talk him out of it, he swiftly lifts you up from the ground and has you flipped over his shoulder. “Let’s start tonight,” he says with a newfound excitement lathering his words as he turns towards the path heading to his house with you hanging upside down on his strong shoulder. “Better get ready, love. We are not leaving the bed tonight,” he says, giving your bare bottom a light smack that echoes through the woods.

The single slap on your skin is enough to have you squeal, but your body once again shows its betrayal when it lets something else slip out between your legs. There is no doubt that your mate had caught the scent when he holds you tighter and then starts running faster, increasing his speed to quickly reach his home.

MASTERLIST | Series: Shifters

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aiimaginesbts · 4 years

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Of Two Hearts: Chapter 2

Seokjin x Reader x Taehyung (ft. Jimin and Namjoon)

Genres: Royalty AU, angst

Word count: 6,112 words

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Read the First Part: What You Never Had

A/N: Thanks Ann @godsavemefrombts for beta-ing this!

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Your knees simply gave out.

There was no other word for it. Suddenly all the strength within you vanished into thin air, your legs could no longer support the weight of your body and you crumpled to the ground. “Y/n!” Namjoon cried out and went swiftly around his desk to rush to your aid. When he had you cradled safely in his arms, he turned to the messenger and said, “Thank you for giving us the news as quickly as you could. I have to ask you to refrain from sharing it with anyone else until we can figure out how to deal with it. Otherwise there will be panic.”

The messenger nodded gravely. “Understood, Your Highness.”

“You are dismissed. Make sure you get medical attention for your wounds at once.”

You were only vaguely aware of the messenger’s departure from the room. Any thoughts of Jin and Jimin flew from your mind; the only thing that remained was your father. The news left you in such a state of shock that your eyes didn’t even form tears. Yes, you had been dreading exactly this, but now that it really happened, you realised that you’d never really believed that it would. Regardless of the situation, your father was invincible in your eyes. He would live forever, you’d thought. Outliving you, even. That he would no longer be there, forever, shattered everything around you until you felt nothing.

Eventually, you became aware of Namjoon’s arms tightening around you, and your inelegant position on the carpet. You had no idea how much time had passed; for all you know, you’d only lost your mind for a moment or two, but it felt like forever. It hurt so very badly, that it wouldn’t have subsided in a million years. Yet the sun was still shining outside. It shouldn’t, in your opinion. It was the darkest day of your life, and you were unreasonably angry at the sun for continuing to be so warm and bright. That misplaced rage that should be directed of the faceless men of Zinnis pricked at the corner of your eyes, and it brought clarity. And with it, grief. You clutched at the lapel of Namjoon’s coat and sobbed. It was much more subdued than you’d have thought warranted on such an occasion. Truthfully, you wanted to wail and scream at the cruelty, the injustice, but you couldn’t. The passing of your father left you broken, and you felt weak. Your eldest brother’s support gave you the strength to let out your emotions in continuous but short, soft whimpers, and nothing more. Even though you knew that Namjoon was as stricken as you were at the news, perhaps he was as comforted by your presence as you were by his. Thus, you sought solace in each other, during that small window of opportunity when you didn’t have to pretend, until you needed to go on and be strong for the sake of others.

Unfortunately, that time wasn’t long in coming. News of the King’s passing spread like wildfire through the bordering villages, eventually making its way to the towns, then, the entire country and beyond. All at an alarming rate that you weren’t sure you were prepared for. Amidst the chaos that wracked the castle for the next two weeks came the confirmation that Jimin had escaped the ambush. Apparently, he’d been caught in the attack, but managed to flee with the help of the guards.

The guards. You had bitten the inside of your cheek so hard when you’d heard the message alongside Namjoon, trying to keep your tongue still and your face calm, that you could taste blood in your mouth from biting your lower lip. Relief that your second brother was safe was immense, but what of Jin? You were dying to know. However, that was the least of your worries. On the surface, at least. Even whilst still mourning for the late King, Namjoon had to take over the role — in responsibilities if not yet in name. The people were in a panic, and rightly so. In the castle, the overlapping voices of the nobles were only making everything more confusing, all of them anxious to make themselves heard, each one convinced that their opinion was the only one that mattered.

It was enough to drive you mad. You’d barely been allowed time to grieve for your father before you’d been drowned with responsibilities and your sense of loyalty towards Namjoon. He needed all the support he could get. Heaven knew how he was coping with it all. Even with the news that Jimin had survived, both of you couldn’t be assured of the fact until you’d seen him with your own eyes. It was even worse for you, since you couldn’t even ask after Jin without making yourself look suspicious, so you had two people to worry about.

“His my Royal Guard, after all. Perhaps it would be fine to ask?” You tried to cajole Ji Eun into agreeing with you, but the sentence ended up as a question, rather than a statement. Really, you were just trying to convince yourself. It didn’t even take much reasoning to see that there was no way for you to find out about Jin’s condition. Even if you inquired about him, you doubted that the status of each of the guards that had followed the late King and his youngest son were known. All you could do was worry about Jin all by yourself—

Your head snapped up sharply as you came to a realisation. No, you were not the only one worrying about Jin. Some distance away from the castle, his parents were surely wondering the fate of their only child. A twinge of guilt nagged at you when you remembered that you hadn’t visited since the day you came of age. The day that introduced you as the Princess to the whole world. The day that Jin discovered your true identity. So many things had happened since then. More importantly, sneaking out of the castle became even more dangerous, now that many of the citizens knew the face of their Princess. Thus, you’d stopped your clandestine visits out of the castle, limiting your outings to the ones carried out due to your duties. Clearly, those hadn’t allowed a trip to your beloved’s parents’ house.

Yet now you felt the urgent need to go. As painful as your concern for Jin was, his parents must be feeling it a hundred times over. Your hands fisted in your skirts in anger and guilt, directed inwards. It was shameful that you didn’t remember about it until now. Even though you hadn’t had the opportunity to communicate with his father often, since he was usually out the few times you visited, and the handful of times you did see him, you’d found that he wasn’t one for many words, Jin’s mother had always been friendly and welcoming. Perhaps she knew that there was something going on between you and her son. You wondered if she’d disapprove of your relationship, knowing now who you actually were. Surely the stopping of your visits didn’t help your cause, but you’d like to believe that she understood your position. And you wished that she would have blessed the feelings that you and Jin had for each other.

However, none of that mattered if something had happened to him. It was a moment of clarity for you. Jin’s life far outweighed the love you had for him — the very emotion that had been the center of your turbulent thoughts these past few months. You would do anything if it would guarantee his safety. Which made the whole situation all the more unbearable, since there was nothing you could do. You turned to Ji Eun, wearing a pleading look that put her on guard immediately.

Over three hours later, you flopped inelegantly on your bed and closed your eyes. Exhaustion from arguing with your lady-in-waiting can be felt not just in your brain and throat, but somehow all over your body. Yet it was still far from over, it seems. Neither of you had budged from your initial opinions; you asserting that Jin’s parents needed to be reassured, even if there was no reassurance to be given, and Ji Eun insisting that such an endeavour was unnecessary and out of the question. She’d only agreed to summon Jungkook to your study. When you’d asked her to do so, you’d been hoping that the guard would agree to accompany you on your visit. Yet Ji Eun had agreed to your request to bring Jungkook over quite readily. The right corner of your mouth dipped in a thoughtful frown. You had no doubt that she was browbeating Jungkook into agreeing to refuse any of your requests on their way back to you.

Maybe it was because you were lying flat on your back, but your sigh felt especially loud and heavy. A few moments of silence passed, then your groan filled the air as you sat up and brought your forehead to your knees. Jin’s soft but stern voice sounded in your head, reminding you not to do anything foolish or dangerous. With an unladylike groan, you shifted to press your eyes against your knees, as if that could block out his sensible words. It hurt to think of him when you didn’t even know if he was still alive or not. You had always followed your instinct, even though you knew that it wasn’t the wisest course of action. Yet this time it was your head that told you to go to provide comfort to Jin’s parents, and hopefully, selfishly, gain some solace for yourself, too. However, your instinct remained unmoved, giving no drive for you to move. Instead, you heard — or perhaps remembered, you weren’t sure — Jin’s warning, advising you against it.

Even though you had no idea what it meant, a wave of unease washed over you. All of a sudden, you felt unsure and extremely vulnerable. All the more Jin’s absence left you completely lost. You had taken him for granted, and now only when he wasn’t around that you knew how much you needed him. Remorse filled you as you remembered how you’d avoided him for the past few weeks. It was hardly fair for him to be pushed away while you tried to figure out the obstacles in your relationship. Especially when he’d been fully aware of the impossibility of the situation due to the difference in your stations from the very beginning. It was you who’d been convinced that everything would turn out fine, too short-sighted to really contemplate your obligations as a princess. Perhaps you shouldn’t have pushed him away, even if you couldn’t bear to share your insecurities with him. You had no idea how much you’d depended on him. Jin was the reason you had felt so safe, even when you were doing reckless things. Ever since the first day you’d met him, you knew he was your very own knight. Not just because he was your personal Royal Guard. You just knew that no matter what you did, no matter how dangerous the situation you found yourself in, Jin would be there to save you.

But Jin wasn’t here now. Even if he had survived the Zinnis ambush, there was no way he could come to your aid should something happen. The chaos inside the castle was just a small sample of the state of things outside in the capital; the whole country was in a state of unrest. People were surely anxious and fearful of the fate of their youngest Prince, all the while preparing themselves for a war. It was inevitable now. You didn’t have to ask Namjoon to know that even leaving the castle fully guarded was ill-advised; to sneak out with only one protector would be foolish to the extreme. As it was, you were sure that you were already halfway to insanity, arguing within yourself with someone who wasn’t even there.

By the time Ji Eun returned with Jungkook to meet you in your small study within your suite of chambers, you were already weary from your battle with yourself. Still, you tried to appear collected and authoritative as you sat behind your desk; the way you should appear. You could tell that Ji Eun had already warned him of the request you wanted to make, and couldn’t blame him for holding himself so stiffly, as if bracing himself for something unpleasant. And just a short while ago, you would have gone ahead and told him of your initial request. “Jungkook, I have been told that the Royal Guard Seokjin’s parents live in the capital,” you said slowly, carefully weighing the words on your tongue before uttering them. “Do you know where it is?”

He looked surprised, but nodded, wide-eyed. “I have been to visit before, Your Highness.” Of course; you remembered that Jungkook was Jin’s junior in the military academy. The younger man looked up to him, and so Jin had taken it upon himself to keep an eye on Jungkook. They had gotten rather close. You tried to work the words out in your head before saying them. It didn’t seem like he suspected your feign of ignorance. Your words made it seem like it was just something you’d heard in passing. Perhaps a tidbit that Jin has shared with you himself. He was your Royal Guard, after all.

In the end, you decided to stay as close to the truth as possible. “They must be worried sick about him,” you conveyed your real feelings with words disguised as concern as a princess. “Would you mind checking in on them to make sure they are alright?”

“Of course not. I would be happy to.” Jungkook’s soft sigh of relief followed his agreement, and you had to try hard to pretend that you didn’t hear it. Even though you had no idea what Ji Eun had told him, you could easily hazard a guess; a favour, probably unpleasant, and definitely dangerous to your safety. You bit back a wry smile. Jungkook was lucky that you weren’t being wilful today, you supposed. Truth be told, you really wanted to go — the original request that you’d had for him was to accompany you there. But somewhere between sending a reluctant Ji Eun with your request and Jungkook’s arrival, you’d changed your intentions. You were sure that she would ask you why you’d changed your mind, but you didn’t have a ready answer. It wasn’t as if Jin was by your side, persuading you to abandon the idea, as much as you’d like it to be true. It didn’t matter, anyway. Even if you did go, what could you do, other than apologise for not visiting for so long due to the real nature of your position? How would you even explain that — posing as a commoner and making their son fall in love with you, only to end up in a relationship that couldn’t possibly head anywhere? You knew you couldn’t bring yourself to reassure them that Jin was fine. Not when you were worried and deathly afraid that might not be the case yourself. Your shook your head mentally, forcing yourself to focus on the two people actually in front of you, and off the person who wasn’t even there.

“Thank you, Jungkook. Do let me know if they need anything,” you said with a nod, dismissing him. A part of you debated the wisdom of telling him to relay the message saying that you were praying for his safe return, but you decided against it. Although Jin had probably told his parents who you really were, you weren’t completely sure of that fact. Even if they knew, you couldn’t guarantee that they won’t say something about your relationship with Jin to Jungkook. Best to play it safe and not ask him to say anything about you at all. However, just before he could leave the room, you asked him, “perhaps it would be best not to let others know of my request. I do not want to be seen as having favourites, but I do not know the circumstances of the other men in the group.” It was a lame excuse, since you were playing favourites, in a way. But it was the only way you could think of to inform Jungkook not to tell anyone else. You trusted that he wouldn’t if you’d instructed him not to.

Jungkook nodded his assent, then left. As expected, your lady-in-waiting immediately pounced, insanely curious as to what made you change your mind. You were aware that you were the most obstinate person, which was why she wasn’t completely satisfied when you said it was your instinct. Surely there must be something more, she’d said, and you would have agreed with her if you hadn’t known your own heart.

It turned out that your guts had been pulling you in the right direction, after all. The sun had barely left the skies and the darkness had hardly claimed the night when Ji Eun arrived with a message. She took care to be suspiciously quiet, even though she was visibly excited — her eyes were wide, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, as if she couldn’t believe the news herself, even though she was the one delivering it. After taking a deep breath, she exclaimed in the lowest voice she could muster, “They are back!”

“What?” You asked cluelessly, never for one second thinking that such news would come at that moment. It took a few seconds for you to digest her meaning, but when you did, you started up from your seat, almost upsetting the tea service in the process. “You mean, Jimin—“

She nodded vigorously in confirmation, and your fingers dig into the soft material of the chair. “What about...” you choked on your words, too scared to bring yourself to finish the sentence. As if stopping in the middle would protect you from any bad tidings. But you didn’t have to, because Ji Eun knew exactly what you wanted to say. She nodded firmly.

Immediately you stood, ready to rush to Jin’s side, but then you stopped yourself. With your brain catching up with the instinctive actions that your body took, everything came rushing to you, and you sagged back into your seat. Relief unlike anything you’d ever felt before washed over you, even as your feet itched to run towards him. Thank goodness you didn’t leave the castle with Jungkook to go to Jin’s house earlier. You didn’t even know where he was, exactly, but you would search every nook and cranny of the castle if you’d followed your heart’s desire. Jin was alive! Just a few minutes ago your heart was heavy with guilt and the uncertainty of Jin’s condition. Right now he and Jimin were in the same building as you. You could hardly believe it. Yet you couldn’t rush to Jin like you wanted to. It was painful to hold yourself back, but you were thankful enough that he was alive. You could almost bear anything as long as he was safe.

After composing yourself as best you could, you started out of your chambers with Ji Eun. You wanted to see your brother. At least that wasn’t out of the ordinary. Hopefully Jin was there with him. However, when you arrived, he clearly wasn’t in attendance, since the only people who were present in Namjoon’s study was himself and Jimin, but upon seeing your second brother, thoughts of Jin was easily put aside. After all, even though you knew that he was alive, you’d been just as concerned about Jimin as you were about Jin. Yes, you’d known that Jimin had survived the attack early on, but that didn’t mean you weren’t worried about him. You wanted to make sure that he was unhurt — at least physically; you were sure that the passing of your father had affected him even more than it did you, since it happened in his presence — and simply to reassure yourself that he was there. He looked haggard, and your heart cried for him. The physical, mental and emotional exertion of the travel and the ambush had clearly taken a toll on him, and even though he smiled the moment he saw you, the expression was tired, almost strained.

With no regard to propriety, you ran towards Jimin, stopping short just before you crashed into him. Grabbing his forearms, you assessed him from top to bottom, eyes narrowed to catch every single scratch. It might not have been a good idea, though. There were more than a few scratches on the younger prince, even a gash that you were sure was the surface of an even deeper wound. He was in one piece, but every single injury on him tore at your heart, making you tremble and envisioning tearing faceless men limb from limb for laying their hands on your brother. For a short while, Jimin indulged in your quiet assessment of his well-being. But it didn’t take long for him to deduce that you’d never be completely assured, and so he runs his thumb gently over the creases between your brows. “I’m fine,” he informed you.

Your lips trembled at his voice; whether it was because you missed it, or because you knew that he wasn’t actually fine — not really — and you threw your arms around him. Pressing your face as hard as you could against his chest, you managed to keep the tears at bay. “Do you have any idea how worried we were?” Your muffled words were more watery than angry, devoid of any actual accusation. Jimin was home, and that was all that mattered. Losing your father had caused you enough grief without having to cry over your brother as well, and you knew Namjoon agreed. After calming yourself down, you and your brothers had a long talk over the devastating incident.

Listening to Jimin’s first-hand recounting was a painful but necessary experience. The gist of it was as you’d heard from the messenger, but Jimin filled in the blanks. He was inside the carriage with the late King, going over the more important issues that they’d hoped to discuss with the King of Zinnis, when shouts rang from outside. The men from Zinnis far outnumbered the guards protecting the carriage, easily decimating the ones from the right of it with hardly any time for your men to sound the alarm. From Jimin’s point of view, the enemy was on top of them before he could even draw his sword. The shock and force was such that he wouldn’t have been surprised if the sturdy carriage had overturned from the sheer strength of horse and men. Jimin had rushed outside to join the men, while being wary of straying too far from the carriage.

Yet it was all for naught. As he was furiously slashing at his enemies, a hand had pulled on his shoulder, and he almost took a swipe at the unwitting man behind as he turned around. “It was Sir Kim Seokjin.” Jimin’s voice remained calm, but his eyes flicked in your direction for an instant before settling on Namjoon again.

The eldest Prince frowned in confusion. “Kim Seokjin?” He asked, unfamiliar with the name.

“Y/n’s Royal Guard.” Jimin nodded towards you, and Namjoon made a sound of recognition.

“Ah. Yes. He was the one who discovered the pirates’ hideout, wasn’t he?” Your eldest brother turned towards you for confirmation, and you muttered your assent.

“He had also protected her on several occasions,” Jimin added, and you looked at him carefully. Was he up to something? You had convinced yourself that Jimin wouldn’t reveal the relationship you had with Jin, but it wasn’t hard to put yourself on guard.

Namjoon shot you a withering look, clearly disapproving of the fact that his baby sister had needed so much saving in the first place, but thankfully he didn’t comment further. Instead, he told Jimin to continue with his tale. After jumping back to narrowly escape Jimin’s blade, Jin had fearlessly approached your brother again, grabbing his arm to urge that he leave at once. You had to bite back a whimper when he’d refused, telling Jin that he had to protect the King. Somehow you’d known, even before Jimin sadly recounted that Jin had shook his head and pointed towards the carriage. In the midst of fighting, they had unconsciously moved away from the vehicle, but they were still close enough for Jimin to see your father lying in a puddle of blood on the ground next to it. Even though days had passed since receiving the news on your father, you remembered the devastation that you had felt — and was still feeling now. So you weren’t surprised to find out that Jin had dragged Jimin, who would have remained immobile in his state of shock, away from the chaos of battle.

“I was completely useless,” Jimin berated himself, hanging his head in shame. Even though he’d confessed that Jin had to fend off the attackers as they made their way towards some horses to escape, you couldn’t bear to listen to your brother’s self-loathing. You moved to sit next to him, enveloping him in a fierce hug.

“You are not useless,” you said firmly. “If you hadn’t escaped, Amaryll would have lost their King and their Prince. And I would have lost my brother, too.” A sob lodged in your throat, so you cleared it to ensure that it wouldn’t escape, composing yourself at the same time. “Our remaining men followed you to make sure that you are safe, and that is why there are as many survivors as there are now. You saved the lives of those men.”

Jimin’s only response was a wan smile, acknowledging your point, but you knew his heart wasn’t able to accept it, even if he understood it in his head. Suddenly desperate not to see his heartbreaking expression for a moment longer, you tried for a change in subject. “How are we to proceed from here?”

If the hushed voices that the three of you were using before was unsettling, the silence following your question was deafening. None of you knew what to say. It wasn’t that no one had the answer. That much was apparent. It was that neither you nor your brothers could bring yourselves to form the words. You nibbled on the inside of your cheek, regret sprouting from asking. However, you knew that it was something that needed to be addressed, and better sooner than later.

Your second brother was of the same mind, because he stated, “tongues will wag, but your coronation cannot be postponed, Namjoon. There will be chaos as it is, when word goes out that Father was murdered. We need to present a confident and prepared front.” After seeing Namjoon blanch at the suggestion, Jimin added, “it can be a simple one, just for formality.”

There really was no way around it, so in the end your eldest brother agreed. The rest of the evening was spent planning the occasion, as well as discussions on the first steps to be taken to prepare for the war. Everything must appear to be in place before informing people on the lower chain of command, as well as the masses. It all went more smoothly than you’d expected. Calmer and orderly. The ministers were clearly distressed by the news of the King’s passing, but you three siblings worked clinically, showing no effects from the heavy loss.

And you were still in the state of mind when (maid) found you later that night — in your night clothes, with your hair brushed down, ready for bed — yet sitting on the edge of it. Staring blankly at the floor, as if detached from reality. Your mind was just a blank, but nowhere ready to rest. Even when she called for you, your “Hmm?” was said out of habit more than anything else. In truth, you didn’t even notice her presence. You didn’t notice anything; not even the soft mattress you were perched on.

“Sir Seokjin is here to see you. I told him that it is very inappropriate—“ Her distressed tone barely registered with you, and when she ended her speech with a question, you simply answered with, “fine.”

“Fine?! But—“ her shrill reply was cut short by soft footsteps on the plushly carpeted floor, but you only felt relief that she’d stopped. You simply couldn’t summon the energy to move, not even an inch.

That was until heavy, comforting hands rested upon your shoulders. It startled you enough to make you look up into brown eyes that were filled with worry. “Jin?” It was hard to believe your own eyes. This was like a dream. Or a nightmare. All of it. Reality’s cruel weight suddenly crashed down on you, leaving you broken, a sobbing mess. The only thing keeping you sane was his arms around you, squeezing you so tightly as if to keep you together. It felt like he was the only good thing in your life at the moment.

“You’re alive,” you gasped, clutching at the front of his shirt. You needed to hold onto him, lest he disappeared like you’d seen so many times when you were asleep.

His response was to tighten his hold on you. Even though his breath that softly blew against the top of your head was warm, his words were more comforting, oddly. “I’m sorry.”

It was just that. He was sorry — for the death of your father, for his failure at protecting him, at the situation you were in now — it might be for one thing, or it might be for everything; you didn’t need to ask. There was no doubt that Jin would always want the best for you, and would do anything for your sake, and so just those simple two words conveyed enough. You nodded, throat still too clogged by your sobs to say anything.

He held you until your tears subsided, then coaxed you to sit side by side on the edge of the bed. Ji Eun had discreetly made an exit sometime after showing Jin in, and you were grateful for that. She was your confidante, but there are things that you just couldn’t share with her. Besides, you had always felt that she had often shouldered more than her share of burden, with your recklessness and frequent (some nobles might even say unhealthy for a woman) interest in Amaryll’s affairs. She also didn’t know Jin as you did, thus you wanted this time alone with him, after so long being apart, to just be the two of you.

“You’re hurt,” was your next, obvious assessment to his well-being. It was all you were capable of at the moment, but he understood the sentiment behind it. There was nothing you could do about him being in dangerous situations, yet you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from worrying. The best he could do was be forthright with you; so you could fuss over him when he was injured and feel genuine relief when he was not. It was better than hiding his pain from you – you had pointed that if you discovered that he was lying, even just once, you could never believe him again if he tried to reassure you that he was fine. Of course, you never wanted him to be hurt, but as long as he was alive, that was the most important part, in your opinion.

While he did not escape the ambush unscathed, Jin hadn’t sustained any serious injuries. After examining his cuts and bruises, you felt slightly more like yourself. It should be unsettling, to see your beloved in this state, but the fresh scars were undeniable proof that he was indeed alive. That simple fact did wonders for your frayed nerves and battered heart. Neither of you talked much. Whether it was because there was not much to talk about, or because you were both physically and mentally exhausted, or both, you weren’t completely sure.

It was comforting, but it wouldn’t last for long. Jin suddenly stopped moving, as if deep in thought. “So, we are at war now,” Jin sighed. You nodded, but you could tell that this was not what he wanted to say. There was also a forbidding feeling that you weren’t going to like whatever it was he was going to bring up. “It’s inevitable, of course, considering what happened.” Not knowing what to add to the one-way conversation, you made a soft sound of assent. “Zinnis may be a smaller country, but they are renowned for their military strength.” That was not news to you, either. While Amaryll is more than twice the size of Zinnis, most of your people were farmers and merchants, not soldiers. Trade was what your country was known for, and with its abundant fertile lands, Amaryll was a prime target for Zinnis. “We will need all the help that we can get if we are going to win this war.”

A part of you had anticipated what Jin was getting at from the beginning, but you were still unprepared to tell him the truth. He laid his hand on yours, and only then you noticed that you were trembling. Your hands clasped atop your lap were almost completely covered by his large one, and the sight fascinated you, for some reason. You just couldn’t look at the expression on his face right now. He called your name in a voice that was so gentle and kind. It was the reason you took his hand the first day you’d met him – he made you feel protected, like everything was going to be all right. Even as the world was crumbling all around you.

“My feelings for you will never change, even if you marry someone else.”

“How could I possibly?” The question was high-pitched with anger and cracked with pain as your head whipped around to finally look at him. Jin’s beautiful features were calm, already accepting the fact, but his eyes were filled with sadness that was more similar to your own feelings. “You’re the only one for me, Jin. You always have been. How could I marry Prince Taehyung?” Voicing it out in front of him for the first time was like finally validating the truth that you’d been trying to deny for so long. Once again, tears formed anew.

Jin raised his free hand to cup the side of your face, slowly brushing away the tears from your left cheek. “I have always known that this would never last. You should have known that too.” Yes, you knew that Jin had thought about this from the start. That was why he had refused to prolong your relationship when he’d found out who you were. Still, you had never wanted to believe that was true. It might be foolish of you. And it was definitely idiotic to want to continue believing that you and Jin still had a chance to be together. Your head knew without a shred of a doubt, but your heart remained unmoved in your feelings for Jin.

He brought your head to rest on his chest, and you went readily into his arms. Even though his stroked your hair softly, Jin had no intentions on letting you continue evading the inescapable. “The Crown Prince of Delphina has military strength that rivals – maybe even surpass – Zinnis. He himself has been known to be a great leader. And he hasn’t treated you with anything other than kindness and respect, has he?”

You cringed at the way Jin had phrased the question. Of course he had noticed the interactions between you and Prince Taehyung. The Crown Prince was admirable, friendly, and you liked him very much; but you had never been unfaithful to Jin. Nor did you ever want to. Just one look at Jin and no other man could compare. None could remain in your mind, not when Jin already had your heart. But your station forced you to listen to Jin’s words. It reminded you of your duty to your country. The position that you had been blessed with is one that made you act on the behalf of your people at all times, even at the cost of your own feelings. An alliance with Prince Taehyung would mean saving thousands of lives. The lives of your people. It could mean Jin’s life.

“No, he hasn’t.” You whispered brokenly.

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Sadistic {M}

In which your boyfriend sits you down on his lap and calmly finger fucks you to oblivion :)

“Princess, sit on my lap?” He hums with a lazy smirk on his face causing you to look up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Jung Hoseok, what are you up to now?” You ask with a quiet chuckle as you close the book you were currently reading, your attention now solely on him.

“Hush, no questions, on my lap now.” With a loud sigh and a roll of your eyes, you crawl over onto his lap, your arms going around his neck.

“Good girl.” He cooes before bringing his hand down harshly on your ass cheek causing you to hiss at the stinging sensation.

“Ouch?”

“That was for rolling your eyes at me.”

With a small pout, you place your lips on his, only for a second before he chases after yours for more.

The kiss is anything but sweet, he invades your mouth, tongue swirling against yours as he lets out a sinful sound against your lips, teeth nipping on your bottom lip before he pulls away.

“There’s a reason why I sat you on my lap you know?”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, I saw something online and I thought to myself, this I have to try.”

You nodded dumbly at his words as he places wet kisses down your neck, his lips warm and plush as they trail down your sensitive skin.

“Turn around for me, Princess.” He orders gently and you do so with no questions asked.

Your shorts ride up your hips, panties clad and soaked against your core, as embarrassing as it is for you, Hoseok always got you going fast, he could get you wet with just a flick of his tongue on your neck.

“Let’s get these off.” He rasps, chest vibrating against your back as you shimmy down your shorts all along with your panties.

“I have two rules for you so listen carefully because I won’t repeat myself, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Good, first rule is to keep your eyes on mine and second is to keep your hands to yourself, am I clear?”

With a nod of your head, he begins.

His hands parting your thighs as far as they could go making you hiss at the cold air hitting your soaked cunt.

He smirks at you as he rubs hard yet slow circles on your clit, the delicious pressure making you whine into the air.

Quiet moans and breathy whimpers are what fill the air. It feels so good, your whole being has surrendered to his actions.

The lewd wet sounds of your slick arousal make you blush ever so slightly, a glowy red hue scattered across your cheeks that are wet with tears of pleasure.

“So fucking pretty.” Hoseok groans in your ear as his fingers sink into your warmth, his breath washing over your ear as he continues to praise you.

“Hm? The prettiest baby in the world and All. Fucking. Mine.” Your boyfriend says, each word being emphasised with a harsh thrust of his fingers.

“Gonna c-cum.” You stutter as your legs try to close around his hand but failing to do so as he has them trapped wide open with his.

“Not until I give you permission to, I’m gonna finger fuck this pretty cunt until I’m satisfied, cum once and I’ll make sure you cum as many times as I please.”

You groan at his words, your head falling back on his shoulder as you whimper out his name.

“What? can’t take it, Princess?”

He taunts and you shiver, goosebumps arising on your skin as you shake your head at his words.

He’s done this countless times before, always edging you, testing your limit and you would be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

“That’s my good girl.”

He praises, his fingers now hooked on the spot that leaves you seeing stars and he smirks, fingers now moving at unforgivable pace.

“That the spot?”

He cooes as he hums softly, muttering sweet nothings into your ear.

“Cum for me.”

He whispers, the words you had so desperately wanted to hear and you break apart on his lap, your juices trailing down his fingers, your asscheeks and onto his sweatpants, soiling the grey fabric.

He continues until you push his hand away with a breathless whine. He giggles. Fucking giggles before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I’m tired.”

“Of course you are, I just finger fucked you to oblivion.”

“Shut up.”

“Love you too, Princess.”

#bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #bts scenarios #bts jungkook #bts v #bts jimin #bts namjoon #bts jhope #bts suga #bts jin #noonanet

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mysweetkittae · 2 years

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When The Sun Rises (Ch.17)

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Characters: Actor!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 4,797

Warnings: Depression, anxiety, mentions of past child neglect, mentions of past parental death, I promise there is happiness and hope in this.

Author’s Note: This story is fully written and will be updated weekly! It will also be posted on AO3 if you would prefer to read it there.

Summary: Everything felt numb, the heavy weight of nothingness having long found purchase in the spaces between Jungkook's ribs. It was all he knew – to run, so far away that his fears could never catch him – until one day he couldn’t anymore. Until one day there was nowhere left for him to run; nowhere left for him to hide. And then someone came along – kind and loving and patient, the wisps of the morning rays to illuminate his endless night sky – and suddenly Jungkook didn’t want to run anymore. For the first time in his life, he no longer wanted to hide – he just wanted to be free.

The first time Y/N came to visit Jungkook since they got back together was nerve-wracking, to say the least. Jungkook had managed to visit a number of times in the near six months it had been, even if they were only short weekend trips, but combined with the near daily calling or messaging, the two of them had quickly crossed whatever distance had formed between them.

The day had been spent hanging out with everyone, hopping from café to café until Jungkook and Y/N finally settled at home, curled up on the sofa under piles of blankets that were far too heavy for the season.

“Are you sure it’s okay for you to be missing this event?” Y/N asked as she looked up to his face, chin perched on his shoulder. “Networking is important.”

“I have networked enough for a hundred lifetimes, Y/N, I'd much rather be here with you.”

“But… priorities,” she pouted.

“Exactly; priorities,” Jungkook answered, pressing a series of gentle kisses to her forehead.

“Hey,” Jungkook mumbled, hours later with the moon high in the sky, arms still wrapped around the woman who owned his heart.

“Hmm?” Y/N replied sleepily, eyes slowly drifting closed.

“I love you. So, so much.”

“I love you more,” she whispered back, shifting until she lay comfortably on his chest.

☽ ☼ ☾

The second time Y/N visited it was easy, any fear from the previous visit completely non-existent. The morning was spent giggling over Jungkook's childhood stories with Namjoon and Kyungmin's parents whilst Jungkook was busy with a last-minute meeting, cheeks flushed when he finally came back to see Y/N wading in old embarrassing pictures of his. Many of the pictures he hadn’t even seen himself, finding out that they had been hidden in the attic with numerous other old photo albums.

The rest of the day was spent with the two of them reminiscing over their childhood, both pleasant and painful times shared with one another, forming a new memory that was filled with nothing but love and warmth.

☽ ☼ ☾

The third time she visited was not as easy, the knowledge of how little time they had together tainting every moment. It was getting harder, this long distance relationship thing. It was the only option they had right now, they both knew that well, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. Their legs swung as they hung over the edge of the board walk, stars twinkling over the soft laps of the water.

“I feel so conflicted,” Y/N admitted, fingers pulling Jungkook's hand into her lap.

“About what?”

“Just… everything. I hate that we can't be together all the time but I also hate the thought of leaving my grandparents alone. I know that it’s a decision that’ll have to happen at some point but I just can't leave them right now. But then it’s not fair to you either and I just… I wish I could have everything at once. That way it wouldn’t be so hard to make a decision. Why can't everything just be simple?”

“I wish there was a simple answer, but no matter what we end up doing someone will have to make a big sacrifice, and that’s not something that’s going to be easy,” Jungkook answered solemnly, heart twinging at the way she looked so distraught.

“Well how do we decide?”

“I don’t know yet, but whatever we do we have to think about it carefully. We’ll discuss it properly this time, no repeats of last time.”

Y/N playfully elbowed his ribs at his response, small smile on her face. “Who would’ve guessed that communication was important in a relationship?”

“I know right? Never would’ve thought it,” Jungkook replied in jest, nudging her back.

Each touch lasted a little bit longer leading up to Y/N going back home, neither one wanting to be the first to let go. Y/N prayed that Jungkook hadn’t seen her tears as she left, knowing that it would only make it harder for him to see her so upset. But she couldn’t help it. Leaving was never an easy thing, but it had never been so difficult before. And this time… this time her heart was aching so desperately, lungs struggling to fully expand as the train moved further away. She was on her way back home, so why did it feel like she was getting further away from it?

She was usually good at hiding her emotions, perfected the art of masking the intensity of her pain from her grandparents, yet this time her heart was overflowing so vastly that even a stranger would know that she wasn’t okay. And her grandparents – well, they were the furthest thing from strangers, weren’t they? They knew everything there was to know about her, even if she didn’t know it herself. She was their whole world, the very star their entire lives revolved around. So when she turned up, eyes swollen and red, body shaking in their arms like a leaf in a storm, they knew that it was time.

“You miss him a lot, don’t you darling,” Y/N's grandma said matter-of-factly, rubbing her hand in circles over Y/N's back.

“Why does it hurt so much?” Y/N sobbed, fingers gripping tightly on her clothes.

“Because you love him, and it hurts to be away from your family,” her grandpa supplied softly.

“But you're my family too. It hurts so much to be away from either of you. What do I do? I can't leave you but I don’t want to leave him either.”

“Maybe… maybe you don’t have to choose,” her grandma said carefully.

“How though? We’re here and he's over there. I can't expect him to drop everything and move here and I can't just leave everything behind to go to him. It’s just this never ending cycle of sadness. I know we’ll have to figure something out eventually, but how?”

“Well,” her grandpa started, pulling her hand into his own, “we've actually been thinking about this for quite some time now and we… we think it’s time to sell the hotel.”

“What?!” Y/N exclaimed, words barely registering. “How could you even think of something like that?”

“Look, Y/N, we’re not getting younger. We’re getting weaker and we don’t have the energy to work as much anymore”

“I can do it! I can work more hours at the hotel while you guys rest, or-or we can hire another person to help,” Y/N supplied frantically, eyes flickering back and forth as her brain began working on different scenarios to make it work.

“And what about your bookshop? You already work more hours than can be considered healthy, if you spend more time at the hotel then how will you manage your shop?” Her grandpa questioned.

“I… I can sell it…” Y/N said slowly to herself, processing the thought before repeating it more firmly. “Yeah, I can easily sell the shop. It’s in a good location, it shouldn’t be much of a problem. And with the profits from that I'm sure we could hire someone else if necessary.”

“Y/N, stop,” her grandma said sternly, hand resting on her cheek to slow her down. “You will not sell your shop just to work more hours at the hotel.”

“But-”

“No. Listen, Y/N, we will not let you sell your precious shop just for our sake. Besides, the hotel doesn’t even make a large enough profit. Trust us, we put a lot of thought into this, and it just isn't worth it anymore.”

“But…”

“Honey, we know that the real reason you haven’t moved to the city yet is because of us.”

“No-!”

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” she consoled Y/N. “We know, and we appreciate it so much, but it’s finally time. If we all moved to the city then not only would it mean that we were closer to a hospital and wouldn’t have to travel as much as we have been for appointments, but it would mean that your business would do better, and, most importantly, you and Jungkook would finally live in the same city. It’s the perfect solution.”

“No… no. You're… you're only saying that because of me,” Y/N sniffed, palms wiping away the tears from her cheeks. “You can't sell this hotel, I won't let you. This is your dream, you’ve dedicated your whole life to this place. I can't let you just throw it away because of me. I won't be that selfish.” Y/N was almost fuming at this point, the thought of her grandparents wanting to throw their life’s work away just for her leaving her filled with rage.

“Y/N please, just listen to us,” her grandma begged, pulling her arm to sit her back down.

“I won't let you give up your dream for me,” Y/N mumbled quietly, a fresh batch of tears pricking her eyes.

“And what about your dream?” Her grandpa countered. “Y/N, as much as we love this hotel – it’s just a hotel. You are our dream, and we would do absolutely anything for you, just as you would for us. This building is not worth more to us than our own grandchild. Besides, even if you put all of that aside it’s still more logical to sell the hotel. We aren’t able to maintain it ourselves nor can we afford to hire more staff, and considering how few customers we get? It’s just not worth it anymore.”

“We just want to rest now,” her grandma said wearily. “We've spent our whole lives working, Y/N, we just want to relax and enjoy and do things we never got a chance to do whilst we still have some of our health left.”

“Are you really willing to move away from this place? Move away from my parents and all of the memories we have?” Y/N asked silently.

“Our memories will always stay with us, no matter where we go in the world. Besides, there's nothing stopping us from visiting anytime we want. This will always be our home.”

“I… I need some time to think about it,” Y/N requested, voice quiet and wary.

“Of course, take as much time as you need. And remember – whatever decision we make, we make as a family. We won't do anything unless everyone’s on board with it, okay?”

Y/N nodded, giving her grandparents tired kisses on their cheeks before dredging her feet across the floor as she made her way towards her room. Her first instinct had been to call Jungkook and tell him everything that had happened, but upon thinking about it she figured it would probably be better to wait. She wanted to properly think about it and form cohesive thoughts so that they could have a productive discussion, rather than her just blabbering nonsensically and going around in circles.

There was also the question of whether she should talk to Hoseok about it or wait until a decision had been made. If they moved, then this was something that would affect him too since he worked with them. She’d be more than happy for him to move with them so they could continue working together, but would he be willing to make such a big move? The last thing she wanted as to stress him out with something that might not even happen, yet they couldn’t make such a big decision without him since it would have a major impact on him. Groaning into her pillow with frustration, she figured that she would see what Jungkook thought about the situation tomorrow and work it out from there.

Thoughts swirled endlessly around her mind that night, trying to imagine various scenarios that could arise from the different choices. What her grandparents had suggested would be a good idea, she couldn’t deny that, but what she couldn’t shake was the immense guilt that overcame her whenever she thought about them giving up their precious hotel and moving away from this town just for her sake. Even if she moved away herself, it would be such a huge life change that she didn’t know if she could deal with it.

All of these worries were aired to Jungkook when she finally called him in the morning, knowing well that there was no way she’d be able to last the entire day without talking to him about it.

“No, I see where you're coming from. I mean I'm not gonna lie, the selfish part of me wants you all to come here so we can all be together all the time, but I'm also hesitant because what if they're doing this just because of me?” Jungkook voiced, frowning in concern at the possibility.

“That’s what I keep worrying about,” Y/N sighed tensely. “We both know how much they care about us, I wouldn’t put it past them to give up everything so that we can be happy.”

“Yeah, but then again they're not wrong about how they don’t have as much energy to run a hotel anymore. They deserve to rest.”

“I get that, and I'm not planning on forcing them to continue working, but just because they stop working doesn’t mean selling the hotel, right? Like I can take charge of it and we can hire people to help out. They don’t have to give up their dreams for us.”

“But it’s okay for you to give up your dream for them? The only way you could take over the hotel is if you sell your bookshop, and we all know how precious your shop is to you.”

“Well yeah, but not more important than them.”

“Isn't that how they feel about you? That you're more important to them than the hotel?”

“Ugh this is so frustrating!” Y/N groaned, flailing around in bed as her confusion only became more intense.

“Look,” Jungkook reassured, “this is a big decision. You don’t have to come up with an answer right now. Take more time to rationally think about it, list out the pros and cons, and then trust your instinct. And talk to Hoseok, okay? This involves him as well, plus it'll probably help to have his opinion since he's slightly more removed from the situation.”

“Yeah, you're right. I just wish I immediately knew what I wanted.”

“Life would be so much easier if it worked that way, would it?” Jungkook teased.

“Tell me about it,” Y/N said as she rolled her eyes, head throbbing from overthinking.

“Hey, Y/N?” Jungkook said after a moment, voice soft and careful.

“Hmm?”

“Whatever decision you end up making, don’t make it just for me.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked in confusion, propping herself up on her elbow.

“I don’t want all of you uprooting your entire life just because you think it’s the only way for us to be together. We’ll find a way to make this work, okay? Even if this isn't the answer, we’ll find a way eventually.”

She smiled adoringly, heart swelling at his sincerity. “I know. I promise you that if we do move, it'll be because it’s the right thing to do.”

“Good,” he smiled in relief. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

☽ ☼ ☾

“I'm not seeing what the problem is,” Hoseok said honestly, fingers digging at the crumbling grout of the wall they were perched on, legs swaying as they looked out to the water. “Do you not want to move to the city and be with him?”

“Of course I do, it’s not that.”

“Then? Do you want your grandparents to keep on working?”

“No I don’t want that either.”

“Then what is it that you want? Because as far as I can tell, this is the best case scenario,” Hoseok answered, eyeing the way her shoulders hunched over.

“I know…”

“So what is it? There's something else to this, isn't there?”

“I just… as much as I want to move to the city and start the next chapter of my life, I can't help but feel immense guilt. My whole life is here – my parents are here.”

Since their bodies had never been found, her family had always seen this ocean as their burial ground, so to leave them behind felt almost sinful.

“My parents loved this town and wanted to spend the rest of their lives here. When I was little I promised them that we would all live here together and be happy forever, but if I leave then it’s like I'm betraying them,” she sulked, pressing her fingers into the stone until it left indentations.

“People change, Y/N, and times change too. I'm sure your parents would understand that. I don’t think they would have wanted you to give it all up for a promise you made as a child,” Hoseok opposed.

“I know. And I know that they would want me to be happy and do what’s best for me – they always said that my happiness was more important than everything else – but I still feel so much guilt all the time,” she rued. “No matter what choice I make I will always have regrets, and I hate it.”

“That’s just how life works, I'm afraid. We constantly have to make choices, and sometimes those choices are really difficult.”

“So how do I choose?”

“You just have to listen to your gut.”

“My gut is telling me to throw up.”

Hoseok chuckled at Y/N's disdain. “Look, I'm not going to pretend that I know exactly how it feels to be in your situation, but what I can do is encourage you to do what I think is best for you – and Y/N, I truly, truly believe that this is what's right for you.”

“But what if it’s not?”

“Well, then you can always come back. This place will always be your home, and it’s not like anyone said that once you leave you can't ever come back. So go. Move with Jungkook and give it a solid chance, and if after that you feel like it’s not right for you, come back. You will always have a choice, Y/N, you just have to choose which ones to make.”

“How do you always know what to say?” Y/N sighed, fingers wrapped around her face.

“I work in a bookshop you know, that makes me super smart,” Hoseok chuckled, fixing his imaginary bowtie.

“Oh!” Y/N jolted, back straightening immediately. “That reminds me, I actually had something else I wanted to discuss with you.”

“W-what is it?” Hoseok asked nervously.

“Hoseok,” Y/N said seriously, clearing her throat and taking his hands into hers.

“W-what are you doing?”

“We’ve known each other for a while now and you know well that I trust you with my life.”

“What is happening?”

“I thought long and hard about this and discussed it at length with my grandparents too.”

“Y/N.”

“So let me ask you something-”

“Are you proposing?!”

“No, shut up. Jung Hoseok, will you be my business partner?”

“Will-what? Your what?”

“Will you be my business partner?”

“Yeah, what?!”

“Why are you so surprised?”

“Because! This is a big commitment, Y/N, you are sure you want me to be your business partner?” Hoseok clarified, eyes having taken over half his face at this point.

“You're my best friend, Hoseok, we've been working together for years now and I meant it when I said I trusted you with my life.”

“But, still…”

“You're good at your job. You basically fulfil the role of a business partner anyway, this would just make it official really.”

Hoseok remained silent in his thoughts, brows furrowing as he contemplated the offer.

“Look, I've been thinking about this for some time now, even before the talks of moving happened, so this isn't some spur of the moment decision. If we stay here, I want to sign you onto the business, and if we move then I would love for you to come with us and be my business partner there. But there's no pressure whatsoever, I want you to know that. If we stay here and you want to continue just as you have been, that’s fine. If you want to move but not be my partner, that’s fine too. If you want to not work with me at all, whether we stay here or move, that’s fine too. Or if you decide you want to be my partner but then realise that you don’t actually want to then I'm okay with that. Or maybe even if you say no now but want it in the future, that would work too. Basically, the offer will always be there, it’s just up to you what you want to do with-”

Hoseok had pulled her into a crushing embrace before she had even gotten the last word out, heavy emotions weighing his heart down. “Thank you,” he whispered into her hair.

“For what?” Y/N laughed softly, reciprocating his hug.

“Everything. For being you.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“No, you did everything, Y/N. I don’t think you realise just how much you’ve helped me. You’ve been so understanding and accommodating, right from the beginning. You always pushed me to be my best without pushing me too far and making me uncomfortable. You took me in and made me a part of your family even though you had no obligation to. I have come so far in terms of my health, and it’s all because of you. If you asked me the same question when we first met, whether it was to become your business partner or to move to the city, I probably would’ve run in the opposite direction and locked myself away. But now? Honestly speaking, I'm excited. I mean I'm pretty terrified, don’t get me wrong, but the thought of doing something so cool with my best friend? It’s exciting.”

“Well since we’re professing our undying love for each other,” Y/N smiled as she pulled back from his arms, “I sincerely hope you know how precious you are to me. I truly, truly don’t know what I would do without you. You know that I never really had any friends until you and Jungkook came into my life, and if you weren’t by my side when everything happened? I don’t know how I would’ve coped. You were there for me, no matter what. You called me out when I was being ridiculous and you stood by my side when it felt like my entire world was collapsing. You're my best friend, in every sense of the word, and I am so grateful to have you in my life. I mean it when I say this: there is no one else I'd rather do this with than you.”

“Friends forever?” Hoseok asked, holding his pinkie finger out.

“Friends forever,” Y/N agreed, clasping her pinkie around his.

“And Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“You always have so much love to give to everyone else. All I hope is that you save some love for yourself too.”

☽ ☼ ☾

When the answer finally came to Y/N, it wasn’t like there was a sudden switch going off in her mind. She had been walking down the beach by herself again, hands tucked into her jacket pocket as she talked to her parents about what the right thing to do was, when she realised that thinking about leaving didn’t make her sad anymore.

And it was peaceful, the way her heart no longer lurched at the thought of not seeing this ocean every day. The longing hadn’t disappeared, but it wasn’t so vicious anymore, no longer feeling like it was clawing her heart to shreds.

Instead it was a gentle lull, pulling her heart to and fro, but always returning to the same place.

Peaceful.

Content.

Free.

I think I'm ready.

“Darling, are you sure about this?” Her grandma questioned.

“I'm sure,” Y/N answered resolutely. “I thought about this a lot and of all the different options and outcomes, and you were right. This is the best option, and I think it’s time.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I'm so proud of you. I'm sure this wasn��t an easy decision.”

“No, it wasn’t, but it’s the right thing to do. And besides, like everyone said, it’s not like once we move we can't ever come back. This will always be our home.”

“Well I guess that’s settled then – we need to start the process of selling everything,” her granddad declared.

“Actually that was something I've also been thinking about,” she added. “I was taking a look at our finances and there's not long left on the mortgage for the hotel. If we rent it out then in a few years’ time the mortgage will have been paid off and it'll be a good source of income for you. Plus, it means that we don’t actually have to sell it, so it'll still be yours.”

“Will that be enough? Moving and opening up your new business won't be cheap – won't we need more money than just selling your shop?”

“I still need to properly discuss things with Jungkook to get all the details worked out, but I think it should be enough.”

☽ ☼ ☾

“I know you're going to say no,” Jungkook prefaced, moving his face closer to the phone screen during the video call, “but just hear me out first.”

Y/N nodded, motioning for him to continue.

“I pay for everything and you don’t have to worry about anything!”

“Nope,” she interjected, not even entertaining the thought for a second.

“But why?” Jungkook whined, frustrated that he she wasn’t letting him take care of her family.

“Because! I can't just let you pay for everything, Jungkook, that’s way too much.”

“But I love you,” he pouted, eyes falling in disappointment.

“And I love you too, Kookie, but you know I can't. If you were in my position would you accept an offer like that?”

“…No,” he grumbled.

“Then?”

“I know,” he sighed. “I just want to help you as much as I can. I love you so much and I only want the best for you.”

“I know, and trust me, I appreciate it so much. I just wouldn’t be comfortable accepting that much.”

“What do we do then? The building and apartment have already been bought from last time.”

“I was thinking about that too,” she groaned, cheek planting in her hand. “I don’t want you to have to sell it because you bought them with so much love, but there's also no way that I could afford paying for those places.”

“Hmm… oh!” Jungkook exclaimed, almost dropping his phone with excitement.

“What?”

“What if we found a way to do both?” Jungkook proposed, a twinkle in his eye.

“What do you mean?”

“Well I really want you to have the building and apartment I chose because I think they'd be perfect for you, but it’s out of your budget if you paid full price for it. Since if I had it my way I would just gift them to you anyway, why not just pay me the rent? But rather than the actual full price just pay how much you’re paying now at home. That would work wouldn’t it?”

“But then I'm still not paying anywhere near how much it actually costs.”

“Well you can just pay me over a longer period of time, and if in the future you have the ability to pay a higher price, then pay me more. It’s a win-win situation really,” he beamed, proud of himself for having thought of this idea.

“There's no guarantee that I'd be earning enough in the future to pay you the full price, and if I pay you the same that I currently pay then you'd be waiting ages to get your money back,” she said hesitantly, apprehension scrunching up her face.

“Well it’s a good thing we’re gonna be together forever then isn't it?” Jungkook grinned, cheeks bunching up at his perfect plan.

“Jungkook,” Y/N said, eyes finally welling with tears, “you know how much I love you, right?”

“Hey, why are you crying?” Jungkook said gently, concern painting his face.

“I just… you have done so much for me and my family and I don’t know how I'm ever going to repay you.”

“Hey, I don’t want to hear any of that ‘repayment’ nonsense, okay? You, Y/N, are the love of my life, and I would do absolutely anything for you, you got that? Anything. You don’t owe me anything. The only thing I want is for you to be happy and successful. I just want to be with you, that’s it.”

Y/N choked at his words, nodding her head in agreement as her lip quivered at the oncoming tears.

“Just come to me quickly,” Jungkook sniffled, blinking away the tears so he could see Y/N's face more clearly, “I miss you so much.”

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yeoldontknow · 6 years

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Black Tie (M)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female) Summary: When Chanyeol takes you to meet his parents, you think it goes well. It goes well, and then it goes wild. Genre: smut; au Rating: NC-17 Warnings: explicit language; explicit sex; mentions of come play; semi-public sex; dominating language Word Count: 6,048

The restaurant is expensive.

The kind that leaves cream designs in the foam of your dessert coffee, the kind that has tablecloths long enough to tickle your knees, laundering paid for by the excessive tip. Expensive, and not a place you would normally find yourself in with Chanyeol at your side. A place like this, with jazz music and a wine menu, leather bound and three pages deep, is not a place that suits your edges.

You want it to be, you think it looks good on Chanyeol, the elegant candlelight and the black suit giving way to his original colours. He looks regal like this, jawline sharp and pronounced as he keeps his smiles tucked into the corner of his lips. Head cocked to the side, he appraises everything as though he has seen it before, as though he could buy and sell it all, not thinking twice as he brought a man to his knees.

You want it to be, because you think you look good on him. You look good like this, legs lengthened by heels that look like weapons, pointed and slim, and the way your skin seems to glow when surrounded by luxurious, beautiful things. But really, you are awkward in your tight dress, silk and satin never fabrics that sat well against your skin.

Tonight you have pressed yourself into a shape that does not match the way you met Chanyeol, does not match the flannel shirts and combat boots, the band tee shirts and the intense way you fucked fucked gasoline into your bedsheets on your first date. Tonight, you have pressed yourself into the shape of a person that meets mothers, that smiles prettily and crosses their legs as though they know, and care for, etiquette, and as though they know what each spoon is for. Tonight, you have made yourself into someone that matches their lingerie and pretends it’s habitual, someone who doesn’t get wet at the scent of her boyfriend’s cologne - someone who doesn’t like to fuck when surrounded by risk.

If you’re being honest with yourself, you think the night has gone well. You think you smiled at all the right times, said the right things, talked about yourself only when permitted and ate your meal with a dignified sort of silence. Not once did your elbows touch the table, not once did you forget to say thank you. Sometimes, you folded your hands and let them rest primly in your lap. Other times, you touched Chanyeol’s shoulder delicately while you laughed, even though you weren’t terribly amused by the joke. It looked nice, though, you think, had you seen this from someone else’s eyes.

Beside you, he has done the same, though you think he’s revealed himself as a dichotomy. With his tongue behind his teeth, he offers you and his parents his signature expression, the one that charms women, charmed you, into his bed and the one that reminds family members he is golden. Sinful and beautiful - the kind of smile that fits both the Chanyeol that fucks smears from your thighs onto your kitchen counter and the one that stirs coffee without hitting his spoon against the cup.

Had you seen all this from someone else’s eyes, you would think the family, including you, at this table was refined, elegant - at the very least a family who’s command of etiquette is astounding. And, before dessert, you would have believed it too.

Except, Chanyeol’s reassuring hand on your thigh has started to wander, started to fondle the hem of your dress and slowly push it upwards. Against your skin, his fingertips are featherlight, sending shockwaves of heat directly to your core and raising goosebumps in their wake. All night you have felt flushed by his closeness, body responding to him as it always does by making itself pink and pretty, and making sure he sees. Gently, he strokes the soft skin of your inner thigh, as though this were perfectly normal and as though he didn’t know you had already started to sweat, skin sticking to the fine leather of the chair.

The purpose in his fingers is matched by the intensity of his stare, though it is not directed at you. Instead, he keeps his gaze trained on the fine china and the careful way his mother takes small sips of her coffee. He watches her as though he hasn’t hooked his index finger into the lining of your underwear, and pushed it aside to glide along your folds. He smiles as though he hasn’t felt how wet you are, how wet you always are, when his hands are on you. He smiles as though, beneath the table, he isn’t touching at all.

Like always, you lean into his touch, breasts straining against the fabric of your dress feeling untouched, unloved, and lonely. Across from you, his father talks idly about their upcoming vacation to the Maldives while, beside you, Chanyeol uses his wrist to urge your legs further apart, needy, and let’s the tip of his finger slip in and out of your center. Your gaze slips from his father’s face to the empty wine bottles that scatter the table, tongue heavy as you force a serene smile onto your lips.

Even without your gaze on him, you can tell Chanyeol is pining, blush teasing the length of his cheeks and mouth set in a slight pout as he speaks. For you, he has an endless list of impure thoughts, each one more explicit than the last, and with every gentle touch of your core they become more and more vivid. Sometimes, when you’re naked in his bed, skin and center hungry for more of him, he shares them, offering detail where he thinks it matters.

At dinners like this, he wants to lay you on the table and slide your underwear off, tucking it into his coat pocket next to his wallet. At dinners like this, he wants to push your dress up to your breasts and to pull your bra down, exposing your nipples to the cold while he keeps one, flat palm on your stomach, holding you down. He wants his head between your legs and his mouth on your clit. He wants your hand in his hair and your thighs shaking. He wants to feel you come before he hears it, to wear you on his face and tell the waiter his dessert was better than the meal.

At dinners like this, he wants everyone to know you’re his.

The knowledge of this makes a whine build in your throat, one that you swallow quickly and discreetly. Jutting your hips forward slightly, you lean back against your seat, left hand pulling your dress up higher to give him more room while your right fists gently into the tablecloth, clutching what you can to ground and concentrate. Wetness builds at your center around his finger, making you slick and making Chanyeol hum in satisfaction, curling his finger slightly in encouragement. The sound quakes in you, makes your heart and chest vibrate with nothing but him, and you part your lips to release a silent sigh, suddenly overwhelmed.

‘Do you have any upcoming vacations, Y/N?’

A voice cuts through the fog that has gathered in your mind, strong and forceful, low like Chanyeol’s but refined, demanding respect. Lifting your eyes from your lap, his father stares at you expectantly while his mother regards you, impassive and patient. Chanyeol does not relent, not even as his parents address you, continuing to stroke you, languid and just as demanding his father for a response. On instinct, you lean forward into his hand, body seeking something larger: second finger, maybe a third, the warm wetness and the strength of his tongue, preferably the hard thickness of his cock.

‘Sorry.’ Your eyes flutter for a moment as he thrusts his finger in to the knuckle. Immediately, you clench around him, urging him to keep still. ‘Not for a bit. Time off is hard to take since we’re short staffed on my team.’

‘That’s too bad,’ his mother chimes, mild and impartial. ‘You both work so hard. You deserve a break.’

He told you they would be like this, engaging in conversation only to offer placid, vague remarks that perpetually allude to how wealthy they are. It is not they they are self-important, merely that they don’t know much of anything else. To you, Chanyeol is a miracle, someone separate from his family and someone who shirks money and familial responsibility with a vengeance. Already, his father has swayed the conversation to business and stocks, a willful attempt to lure his son to a seat on the board. But Chanyeol has only nodded, offered surface level responses that were encouraging enough for his father to believe he cared. Like this, it’s hard to believe he’s their son at all.

And with his finger deftly thrusting languidly in and out of you, burying itself to the knuckle and curling at just the right times, it’s hard to believe the prim family before you raised him at all.

Leaning back, you spread your legs wide and turn to glance at Chanyeol, hoping your expression appears affectionate and adoring. Feeling your eyes on him, he adds his middle finger as a reward for your attention and gently lays his thumb by your mound, close to your clit without applying any direct pressure. The contact, partnered with the length of his second finger and the way it gets deep yet not deep enough still, makes you bite your lip as your sight become hyper-focused. You fixate on the veins in his neck, the way his pulse seems to throb, and the way his jaw is clenched. It’s hard for him, touching you like this without claiming all of you, greedy as usual like your body is his vice. Lowering your eyes to his lap, you find his right hand is tense, nails scratching into his trousers as he stops his joints from forming a fist.

The heat from your gaze paints a flush on the tips of his ears, and you feel proud. You’re proud you control the flow of his blood, but mostly you are proud of the bulge that lifts the fabric of his trousers, desperately seeking and anticipating the palm of your hand. He presses his back into his chair, turning to face you as he speeds his ministrations, eyes blown wide with desire. Unable to hold his stare without giving yourself away, you turn back to his parents and gather the strength to speak.

‘Will you be bringing the boat on your vacation?’ you offer weakly, voice tight.

‘Ah,’ his father hums, taking a sip of his bourbon. ‘We still are renovating the captain’s bed. We’ll just rent one when we’re there.’

Mutely you nod, hoping it appears as though this activity is perfectly normal and that you aren’t at all surprised renting a boat is a standard event most adults experience. This, though, is interrupted as Chanyeol leans over and lets his lips brush lightly against your ear, breath hot and radiating down your neck, walking down your spine into your center. For a moment, you think he might kiss you, might stop his actions altogether and give you a moment to catch your breath, but then you remember that this place suits neither of you, and pretty words were never your style.

‘I can’t wait to stretch your cunt, feel how tight you are all over me,’ he breathes, low baritone thick and heavy with gravel.

At once, you know that if this continues you will come, loud and exposed in front of his parents and in front of the other patrons. It’s too much, he is too much, and so you cover the moan he pulls from your chest with a cough.

‘Excuse me,’ you announce abruptly, pushing your chair back and core off of his fingers. ‘I’m just going to the ladies room to freshen up.’

Praying that his mother doesn’t ask to follow or join, you turn on your heels without a second glance to the table. The silk underwear you chose, now soaked with your wetness, glides between your thighs as you walk, turning your stride uncomfortable and uneven. Inside you, your cunt throbs with the ghost of his fingers, haunted and keening for his touch. Even several feet away from the table, you can smell him, body yearning to be close to him, to have him inside you, filling you. The day you met him, you knew he would be an addiction you would never shake, and you hate that, already, you are proving yourself right.

Pushing through the bathroom door, you head straight to the sink, one long continuous slab of marble. Clutching it like a cross, you close your eyes and steady the thunderous rhythm of your heart as it battles the cage of your sternum. The marble cools the hot skin of your palms, easing the temperature of your hands and nowhere else. Opening your eyes, you lift your head with a few shaking breaths and regard yourself in the mirror. Sweat has started to collect at your neck and the flush from your chest has expanded from your breasts to your throat, lips chapped and swollen.

It crosses your mind that you are glad you wore your hair down, easier to hide the truth than if you had chosen a style more refined. This reprieve is brief, mind racing and thighs clenching at the knowledge of why you look like this, why you are a shameless, wanton thing, and you hold his image behind your eyes. Digging your fingers into the sink, you stop yourself from running back to the table to have him, body fighting to get to him, to have him on you, around you, inside you. Once more, you feel his fingers stroking and coaxing at your center, and you remember how dangerously close he had brought you to the precipice of your climax.

As though he heard your thoughts, Chanyeol emerges through the door, steps hurried and brisk as he crosses the room. Your eyes meet in the mirror as he stands behind you, both of you breathing heavy and breathing deep, electrified by the closeness. Whole conversations live and die between you, and none are filled with blame. You love this, both of you, love the feeling of eyes searching and eyes finding the way your bodies meet in public, indecent and inappropriate.

Keeping his gaze fixed on yours, he rests his hand against the curve if your ass, palming and massaging the flesh as he bites his lip. Inhaling a sharp breath, you spread your legs slightly to welcome his touch, swallowing hard as you watch the way blood rushes beneath the plumpness of his lip. Unable to handle only this, he drags his hand up your spine and into your hair, fisting it into a knot and turning you to face him. He presses you flush against his chest, molding you to him as he pulls your head back, your jaw relaxing and chin dropping with the new angle. Enjoying the view, of your surrender and your prideful desire, he pauses only momentarily before slanting his lips over yours as he invades your mouth with his tongue.

The kiss is messy and impatient, all teeth and tongue and a white hot need that scorches your bones to ash. His fingers tighten in your hair, your eyes wincing with the pain that turns to pleasure and you wind your hands beneath his jacket to press your hands into the muscles of his back. Wrapping an arm around your waist, Chanyeol spreads your feet further apart before pressing a knee into your mound. The pressure makes you whimper, breaking from the kiss with a high pitched whine as you grind against him, needy and craving. He smiles against your lips, glad the the noises he pulls from you are his alone, noises of a liberated appetite you no longer can control.

‘I’ve been waiting to hear that since you got in my car.’ As he speaks, his lips brush against yours, teasing.

Moving your hands from his back to card through his hair, you lean up on your toes and draw your tongue along his lips, coy and barely there, before sucking at his bottom lip.

‘Why didn’t you make me then?’ you ask, cocking your head to the side and flashing him an impish grin.

Eyes black, he furrows his brow, expression morphing into something domineering and possessive. ‘It’s not your place to tease,’ he murmurs, deep voice cascading over your skin as he nips at your lips. ‘Do you know how bad you’ve been? I’ve been so good to you tonight, baby.’

Scratching your nails into the soft skin of his neck, you laugh. ‘Don’t lie. I’ve been good for you.’ You bring your hands around his neck to the neat Windsor knot of his tie, and deftly work your fingers through the fabric, loosening it to prise apart the top buttons of his shirt. ‘I didn’t make a sound.’

Skin exposed, you push your hands beneath the collar of his shirt to dig your nails into his shoulders, reveling in the way he releases a his. Like wildfire, they roam, mapping the length of his collarbones and scratching into his chest. You glide your nose along his jaw until you come to the sensitive skin beneath his neck, letting your tongue lap gently at the spot before your gently brush your teeth over it.

Chanyeol tightens his grip on your hair as he elicits growl, pulling you back slightly before turning you back to face the mirror. He takes two steps forward, trapping you between his body and the sink, bending you forward just enough to make you hold the sink for purchase. Like this, he releases his hold on your hair, keeping his hand on your hip as he slides down your back to the hem of your dress. Bunching it up, he guides your feet apart and tugs the waistband of your underwear down, resting at your thighs to expose your ass.

Once more, your eyes meet in the mirror, this time his gaze is intense and authoritative, while your own blurs with lust. He handles your body as though it’s been his to touch since before you met him, making your mind and memory feel like fog. With his hands on you, it’s easy to match his will and to submit, easy to relinquish control and let him lead. Gently, he massages your ass while he studies you, suddenly serious.

‘You know what you did,’ he states, squeezing the flesh tightly before releasing to massage it again.

‘I - I don’t,’ you manage through a moan.

Removing his hand, he snaps the band of your underwear. ‘I told you wear these only for me.’ His voice is thick, hot, melted chocolate against your nerve. ‘But you’re wearing them here, for them.’

Placing his hand back on your ass cheek, he stops moving entirely and lets his gaze bore into yours. ‘Do you know what happens to bad girls?’

With a shaking breath, you shake your head, innocently biting your lip.

You know what happens.

You know what happens, but you want to hear him say it.

The hand at your hip tightens and pulls you back slightly, stabilizing you and keeping you still.

‘They get spanked.’

It’s the only explanation he provides, but it feels like liquid fire in your synapses. Swiftly, he lifts his hand before bringing it back down hard against the baby soft skin. Yelping at the sensation, you jut forward slightly, hand slipping along the sink from the force. Correcting yourself quickly, you life your head and meet his gaze again as he softly rubs at the sting, feeling your wetness gather considerably between your folds.

‘One for disobeying me.’

Again, he spanks you, this time harder than the first, shifting the air with the strength of his motion and amplifying the sting. Now, you don’t cry from the shock, you moan, deep and pleasured, relishing the pain and forcing yourself to keep your eyes trained on the sparks that ignite in his irses. Your thighs become damp, slick and sweaty as your cunt begins to drip.

‘Two for this fucking dress.’ He follows his words with a deep chuckle, barely audible but yours, and it makes you grip the sink tighter.

He offers you a few more gentle rubs, the motions feeling almost too affectionate for the way he’s claiming you. But once again he lifts his hand, slapping the exact same spot hard enough to leave a print, and this time tears form in the corners of your eyes, seemingly out of place for the blissful smile you offer the ceiling as your lift your head in ecstasy.

‘And that,’ he cooes, bringing his mouth to your ear, where he lets his lips rest as he speaks, ‘is for making me so hard it fucking hurts.’

Slowly he reaches his hand between your thighs to drag a finger over your slit. With your head resting against his shoulder, you release a gasp of pleasure, tight and sounding more like a whine, body feeling overstimulated and wired. Against your ear, he groans.

‘You’re such a good girl. You’re fucking perfect,’ he mutters, pressing his lips against your neck, biting whatever skin he can find. ‘Dripping wet and ready for me. I bet I could fuck you right now, slide right into this tight cunt and make you come just by the feel of me.’

He’s right, you know he’s right, and you want to say as much, but the overwhelming need to feel him between your legs consumes you. Your voice breaks, becoming a shattered thing that manages little more than a hollowed gasp. He releases a low hum as he presses two fingers into you while his other hand rubs circles into your hip, your body starting to tremble against him.

‘Chanyeol,’ you whine, aching for a hard, penetrative touch that fondles your release. ‘Please.’

Keeping the pace of his fingers slow and serene, he merely offers you a noise of pleasure. ‘I fucking love it when you say my name.’

Pushing your ass back against him, you grind against him in rough circles, rubbing against the hardness of his member. At the contact, Chanyeol grits his teeth and hisses, pressing his fingers into your hip in an effort keep you still.

‘I need you to fuck me,’ you breathe, focusing on the way his fingers pick up pace inside you. ‘Please just fuck me. I want to come on your cock’

‘I -’

Whatever he had intended to say is cut off by the sound of voices and the clack of high heeled shoes approaching, the high pitched laugh of women making its way to the bathroom.

Within seconds he removes his body, stepping back and leaving you lonely and in a painful state of missing. Without his warmth radiating into you, you suddenly feel like a lost planet, cold and roaming in search of its moon. Immediately, his hand finds yours as he pulls it from the sink with a quick tug, turning you quickly to lead you to a stall at the end of the row. Easily, he guides you inside and makes to the shut the door, locking it silently.

It’s when he turns to look at you that you see him again, the Chanyeol that you first met and the Chanyeol you call yours. A wide smile plays at his lips, exposing his teeth and turning his eyes to crescent moons, fully alive and delighted by the thrill. He loves this, and so do you. This is your game. This is how you fucked and continue to fuck, taking ownership of one another over and over, all along a city map to make the world yours. Finding each other over and over, your love somehow magnified by the risk.

The women push into the bathroom, laughing and talking loudly about the audacity of the people they are friends with. Stifling a laugh, you roll your eyes at the smallness and insignificance of the conversations of the rich and bored. Grabbing your hips, he rotates your bodies until he can sit on the toilet and he presses a finger to his lips, ensuring you remain quiet. Pulling you to him, he runs his hands up your legs while keeping his eyes on yours, expression lewd, and slides your underwear down to your ankles. Stepping out and kicking them to the side, you rest your hands on his and ease them up your stomach to your breasts.

Chanyeol’s lips move with silent thoughts and words as he pushes the front of your dress down, exposing your bra and folding it over to kiss the center of your chest. Electricity moves within your veins, body angling towards him to be devoured and consumed. Your hands fist in his hair, breath catching and halting in your lungs as he moves his mouth to your breast to suck a nipple between his teeth. While he teases the sensitive nub, his hand massages your other breast before he switches, providing equal attention and holding you to him while he presses fingers into your ribs.

For a moment, you get lost in the feel of him, letting yourself capsize in the way he knows all the right places to touch you. Always, his hands pull at you, drawing your soul out from the shackles of your bones to cradle it in the palms of his hands. You allow yourself this luxury only for a moment before you pull off him, stepping back slightly and mouthing the word condom as you move you place a hand between your legs, gathering your wetness onto your finger. You bring it to his lips, a devilish grin on your face, which he matches, eagerly, as you spread your juices over his bottom lip, watching it glimmer.

At once, he sucks your finger into his mouth, eyes rolling back into his head at the taste. Lapping at it with his tongue with hot and hard licks at the skin that are flagrant in his gluttony, he furrows his brow as he watches you and swallows a moan as he drags your finger between his teeth to prevent the sound of a pop. Never once does he move his gaze from yours as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom, twirling it between his fingers with pride. He rises to a stand, looming over you with playfulness tucked into the corner of his mouth, and he swiftly begins to undo his belt and trousers.

When he’s like this, he likes to think he wins you over, that he’s the one in control, and you assume this maybe where the traits from his father begin to shine. Months ago, you used to think this was what he wanted of you, someone he could bend and shape to match his needs, someone submissive and someone willing to let him have whatever he wanted, neither questioning nor challenging his will. It took weeks of memorizing his body and the way his muscles quiver beneath your touch to know he needs someone to match him, someone who gives as good as they can take.

And so, you step towards him, tension heavy and palpable between you, and you smile sweetly, innocently, as you glide your dress up, exposing your thighs, your cunt, your abdomen, enjoying the way his expression becomes pained when he cannot have his hands on you.

He recovers quickly, shoving his trousers down with his briefs in tow, pumping and stroking himself with a tight fist as he leans down to whisper in your ear.

‘Come sit on my dick like the good girl you are, and maybe I will let you come.’

On a normal day, this would get to you. Words like this would make you cave and make you crumble, keening into his touch and begging him to smooth all your sharp and jagged edges. On a normal day, this is where you’d let him win. But this is a day in which you’ve spent hours making yourself into someone who feels a little bit less than the person you are, hours in which you stomached backhanded compliments and let people with money believe your small salary somehow made you less interesting.

This is a day in which you let him and his family have a version of you that should never exist, and so you take the condom from his hand and tear it open, eyes never leaving his. Rolling it on and letting the tips of your fingers stroke the veins of his cock, you lean your head to the side and don’t bother to keep your voice low.

‘Fuck me like the obedient boy you are, and maybe tonight I’ll suck you clean and swallow you off my tongue.’

The voices of the women at the mirror halt, caught off guard by the murmur of your tone, while Chanyeol twirls you and brings you onto his lap to thrust up into you, burying himself to the hilt. All night he’s been stretching you, teasing you and making sure you were wet enough to take him, but nothing ever compares to the hot steel of his member and you tense around him, getting used to the feel of him so deep inside. He presses a hand over your mouth to keep you from crying out, your nails digging into his thighs.

You both remain still, breathing hot and heavy against one another while the women keep talking, unphased by the noise. You’ve taken him like this before, many times over and more to come still, but always his girth catches you off guard.

‘Jesus Christ,’ he moans into your ear, quiet enough for just you to hear. ‘Your cunt is always so fucking tight.’

Leaning back against him, you nod and ease his hand off your mouth to whisper. ‘Then you better fuck me hard enough to remember you’re the only one who fits.’

At this, he sets a vigorous rhythm, thrusts unrelenting and powerful, moving hard and deep. There’s something unforgiving about the way he fucks into you, as though you’re the one who has been teasing him the entire night, as though he’s the one who’s been leaking since the coffee was brought to the table. You think, perhaps, he might have been, and this is what makes you clench your walls around him, tight and aggressive in the way you make it hard for him to pull out of you. He buries his fingers into your hips, head dropping and mouth latching to your shoulder where he bites the skin purple.

‘One day,’ he grunts, letting his tongue trace the shell of your ear, ‘I’m going to come inside you. Fill this pretty cunt up and watch it leak out of you.’

‘Do it,’ you whine, reclining against him and feeling the pressure begin to build at the base of your spine.

Chanyeol has kept you lingering on the edge of climax all night, pushing and pulling you forward as though you his plaything. Reaching back, you wrap an arm around his neck to play with the hair at the nape of his neck while your other plays with the hair on his legs. The depth of his thrusts is piercing, just as hard as they are long, angled perfectly against your g-spot.

Feeling your hands on and all over him, hearing the way he eases you out of a state of control, makes his focus slip and his voice break. ‘I’d smear it on your thighs.’

The harsh rasp of his tone washes over you, rich and taught with arousal, and makes your skin start to ache. Usually, this is where he’d slow his pace, move in circles within you, teasing and focused on making this last. But tonight, you are both too far gone to consider the usual rules of your game, neither able to draw this out and make it last. With you wrapped around him like this, he groans into the back of his throat, and relishes the way you make him feel a little bit trapped.

‘Maybe I’ll come on your tits,’ he adds, walking a hand over to your mound, barely there and almost weightless. ‘Make you spell my name with it, mark you.’

The muscles of your thighs begin to tighten, walls clenching around him in erratic, unplanned patterns as your orgasm starts to build. Frantic, your hands clutch at him, teeth starting to chew at your cheeks while you nod at everything and nothing. You want to gasp for breath, and know that you cannot. You want to moan, think that sound in this situation would ease the tension in your spine, but, while you don’t have the care to make this last, you still know the rules.

‘Chan - Chan,’ you stammer, voice impossibly small. ‘I need to come.’

You don’t mind that you sound like you’re begging, certain that your body would break if the coil in your spine wound any tighter.

At your words, he presses his fingers to your clit, working the nub in hard, messy circles. On contact, you release a gasp, loud and audible, and making the women in the bathroom sneer in disgust as they rush from the room. Still, you both remain quiet, too far gone and adept at being quiet to switch. Thighs beginning to shake, your eyes begin to water slightly, focus narrowing on Chanyeol.

The way he moves inside you, relentless. The way he breathes against you, hot and heavy and turning your blood to fire. The he shudders every time you scratch his thigh at the same time you clench around him. The way he whines, small and a little bit lost, every time you grind down into his thrusts.

‘I’m - Chan, oh fuck,’ you gasp, words splintered and fading into nothingness.

‘Are you going to come?’ he asks, pressing his fingers harder into your clit.

Unable to speak, you simply nod, adjusting and moving against him with abandon, desperate for your release.

‘Come for me,’ he commands, speeding his thrusts and his fingers. ‘Come.’

Your body clenches around him, fingers grasping at his hair while your other hand clutches his leg to keep yourself steady. The strength of your orgasm makes you begin to shake, coiling around him and making your bones begin to quake. Inside you, he keeps pace, voice high pitched and somewhat frantic as he feels your walls flutter and milk him with every thrust. Arching back you release a deep hum, a sound you think matches the intense way he’s unmade you, unmade you and put you back together with the steady movement of his hips. The nerves along your skin become raw, frayed things, over sensitive and throbbing even against the air that touches them, touch and smell and taste burned through to the core of you.

Chanyeol continues through your orgasm until you fall slightly limp against him, spent and sweating and wholly alive. Pressing his head into your neck, he keeps pace, chasing his orgasm as his fingers press bruises into your skin. Gathering your strength, you grind down against him one last time before he quivers against you, coming with a force that makes him gasp for breath, as though he were drowning. Like this, he spasms for several seconds before he stills, has hands easing in their hold while his lips press gentle kisses to the tendons in your neck.

You remain in silence for several minutes, both unable to speak and unable to move, appalled by the idea. Idly, you wonder if it will ever feel less than this - less good, less raw, less fun.

You know that it won’t.

Eventually, he starts to laugh, giggling uncontrollably against you, the sound infectious and making your own laugh spill from your chest.

‘Do you think they heard us?’ he asks, body shaking.

You don’t hesitate to answer, grinning. ‘Yes.’

‘Do you think my parents know?

‘Absolutely.’

Humming, he turns your head to press a long kiss against your lips. ‘Good.

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