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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : roommateTaehyung x reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff, smut, angst, bestfriends to love!au, roommates au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : R

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : oral sex (girl receiving), nipple play, fingering, slight dirty talk, unprotected sex, drinking, violence (shoving), ptsd, gaslighting, masturbation, accidental voyeurism

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 6.1k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : You are slowly getting back on your feet after a rough breakup. Taehyung is there supporting you as you find your standing again. When a company party involves your ex, Tae becomes your date for the evening, but will events of the evening change the way you see Taehyung?

𝐀𝐍: Thank you thank you and thank you to @eatjeanjin and @jeoniius​ for looking for this for me and making this story so much better 🖤

You walk into the kitchen to grab something to eat when your phone chimes. You don’t look at it right away, too focused on getting something in your stomach to notice. It’s been a long morning already, and you had only been up for an hour, everything up until this point did not go right. Between the hot water not working in the shower to the flat iron blowing a fuse, you were ready to call it a day and get back into bed. But you have responsibilities and unfortunately, you do not have the luxury to call in sick. 

Sitting down at the table, your phone chimes again. You grab it and scroll through the notifications. Your eyes widen in shock, followed by an “oh fuck” loudly escaping your lips as you read the reminder on your calendar. You forgot you are supposed to go to an event tonight, sponsored by your ex-boyfriend, Jin, who has a significant pull at your job. 

The event is to celebrate the company’s milestone of exceeding the product quota. The event, which will be held as a party, will serve as a formal announcement of this achievement. You would kill not to go and be able to do anything else, other than being in the company of the man you ended on bad terms with. But you remind yourself that business is business. You huff sliding your phone across the table, clearly underestimating your strength, as it slides off the table, landing face down on the floor.

“Fuck!”

You hurriedly pick up your phone from the ground. Holding your breath, you brace yourself for the worst-case scenario that ends up being true: a cracked screen. You cover your mouth and let out a muffled scream, frustrated beyond belief. One of the bedroom doors opens in your apartment, and your roommate, Taehyung, saunters into the dining room, curious about the noise. He still has sleep in his eyes, his messy bedroom hair covering his face, a plain white shirt and blue sweats covering his frame

“Are you okay?” He brushes his hair away from his face.

“No,” you pout. “My screen is cracked!”

You hand him your broken phone, and he kisses his teeth, eyeing the damage that you caused.

“Well, this isn’t good,” he quips, handing your phone back.

“No shit, Sherlock,” you quip back, frustrated that he pointed out the obvious. 

You dispose of your now soggy cereal and hear him shuffling behind you, but your attention is on washing your dishes. After a while, you feel bad for being rude to him and you turn to apologize, but he is already out of the dining room. You walk to his door and knock, not realizing that his door is slightly ajar. Taehyung settled back into his bed, his laptop open. He has his headphones on his ears and he looks focused on whatever he is watching on the screen. He bites his lip, cocks his head back, and moans inaudible words. You noticed there’s movement from under the blanket on his lap. It took a minute to realize what exactly was happening in front of you. But once you have, you quickly move away from the door, turn around and finish getting ready for work in your room. 

Your adrenaline pumps as you put on your shirt. You’ve never seen him in that position before, and you will be lying if you say that it did not make you a little curious. 

You have been friends for a few years. You two met as coworkers from a former company before he quit to focus on his photography. You have always been friendly, going out to get drinks a few times or going to art exhibits, but otherwise, nothing happened. You two became roommates when your old roommate moved out, and Taehyung needed a place to stay. 

You are comfortable in telling him everything about yourself, down to your fears and what makes you tick, and he has shared things about his life that make you see him differently than others. You are friendlier with people than he is but you’ve always found his ability to read people within a few minutes of meeting them fascinating. 

Eventually, he has learned to speak and make relationships with the people he's so good at reading. Not to mention, you have similar tastes in a lot of things. You both have been through things together and separately and can hold each other accountable when you fuck up. Living together as roommates is purely a financial thing, but it doesn’t hurt that he is your best friend.

You finish getting ready for the dreadful work even though you have to be in tonight. You are in no mood to share any space with Jin, and you hate that you will be alone to suffer through this.

If only you had someone to go with…

*knock knock*

You jump up, dropping your phone in the process. But this time it falls on the carpet, your heart beating out of your chest in surprise. You open the door to find Taehyung shirtless, his bed hair over his eyes once more. A light bulb goes off in your head, and before he could say what he wanted to say, you speak your thoughts.

“Hey, I have a work event tonight, and I need us to pretend to date.”

He looks at you with a face that says he’s bewildered. He runs his hand through his thick, wavy bed of hair. 

“Let’s pretend to date,” you repeat yourself, walking out of your bedroom as if what you have been requesting of him was not that big of a deal.

“Uh, why?” He snorts as he follows you into the living room.

“I have a work event going on tonight, and Jin is going to be there. I need you to be my date,” you assert yourself, rolling your eyes in frustration.

“Yeah… no,” he says shortly.

“Please?” You beg. “I don’t want to go through this alone. I’d rather do anything than be anywhere near him.”

He doesn’t answer right away, your anxiety mounting as you await his response. 

You were with Jin for almost three years, initially meeting at the same company. It was terrible from the start, and you knew you had no business being with him. But he was charming, intoxicating even, and the sex is what kept you around. In the beginning, the excitement of a new relationship and wanting to get to know that particular person in your life clouded your judgment from the red flags that have been right in front of you all along. 

Jin is highly intelligent, fashionable, and cultured. But his habitual jealousness and possessiveness got out of hand. Every person you talked to became a problem for him, and eventually, he wanted you to quit your job and stay home with him full time. It was hard, but you had to leave and separate yourself from him, aside from work. You still get occasional text messages from him asking you to take him back or to go out to dinner with him and you run into him at the office sometimes. It makes things awkward, but for the most part, you steer clear away from him.

“Fine. Only because I know how he is,” Taehyung finally answers, flicking on the television. 

You let out a deep sigh of relief, tears almost forming in your eyes as you thank him for doing you this favor. 

“It’s ok,” he reassures you. “What time do I need to be ready?”

You tell him the time and agree to meet at the apartment, and you grab your things, leaving for work. The bitter cold air greets you as soon as you step out of the door, your teeth instantly chattering from the sensation. You hurriedly get inside your car, turning on the heat as soon as right after turning the ignition. The relief mimics how you are feeling about tonight— knowing you won’t have to do this alone, thanks to Taehyung. 

You have always said to yourself: that if anyone you dated were to talk to you disrespectfully or make you feel threatened in any way, you would leave. But with Jin, he had this talent of breaking you down and lifting you up at the same time that was so twisted that you didn’t realize what he was doing until it was too late. He saw you as his prize and his possession, and no one else could have you. You started to isolate yourself from your family and friends, and you shrugged it off thinking it wasn’t that big of a deal. 

It wasn’t until you met up with Taehyung for lunch one day when you realized how toxic your relationship with Jin was.  Jin snapped at you for being with a friend... 

It wasn’t easy to break away from him. Some days, you would relapse and have sex with Jin because he was all you knew. Jin had you under his spell that made you feel like no one else could fill you up like him. You were so naive in the way that he fucked you that you did not see how he was affecting your aura and the way you shined. You were losing weight and dressing the way he thought you should look because you wanted to please him. Every decision you made was run by him first. You were walking on eggshells with him, and eventually, you felt like you were suffocating. 

You never want to lose yourself like that again, and you refuse to go back to that place. And Tae was there every step of the way, making sure you were well taken care of and that you got yourself back to normal after you had finally broken yourself away from Jin. When Jin would show up at the apartment unannounced, Tae threatened him enough that he never came up. He makes you feel protected and balanced. You don’t know what you would do without him. 

You left work early, wanting to relax before you got ready for the event. After a couple hours, you are waiting for Taehyung to let you know he is outside; You want to get this event done and over. He went out to get some clothes for the evening despite your objections that it was not necessary. It was a business casual attire event, so you opted to wear a rose gold long-sleeve blouse with white pants and shoes to match. You leave your hair up in a ponytail, your stud earrings and simple makeup are enough to meet the event's attire code.

Your mind is restless, a million thoughts flowing through your brain as you continue to wait. You are wondering if your outfit is okay or if you should just fake sickness and stay home. You keep on checking yourself through the hallway mirror, applying lipstick, or re-adjusting your hair every ten minutes. Your stomach is in knots, and you feel like you could hurl at any moment; you just want this over with already.

Knock! Knock!

You yelp before clutching your chest and leaning against the wall, inhaling big gulps of air. You count to five, pulling yourself back from a ten to a three before opening the door. Taehyung is standing on the other side, wearing a warm gray sweater with a white shirt. He also had a pair of black slacks on, matched with some black shoes that you recognize he only pulls out for suitable occasions. His hair is in a permed state, bringing out his dark eyes and a familiar smile. Your heart flutters at how good he looks, and the effort he gave to make himself look nice definitely makes you feel special. He reaches out to you, walking you out of the apartment before locking it.

“You look really nice,” he marvels as he looks at your outfit.

You thank him as you walk towards his car. He joins you before he drives the two of you to the event.  

The ride is unusually quiet, the silence making you feel nervous, even though you have been with him in his car a thousand times. You do anything to calm yourself down: you sneak glances, twiddle your thumbs, and admire how good he looks tonight.

“Are you okay? You’re really quiet tonight,” he speaks up while stopping at a red light.

“I’m fine,” you mumble, purposely not making eye contact.

“Well, let me know what I can do for you okay?” He reassures you, rubbing your knee. “I'm here for you.”

You check your makeup through the mirror on the car visor one last time before Taehyung finally pulls up to your destination. On the way there, your mind wanders to you finding him in his room, watching him pleasure himself, biting his lip in ecstasy. You close your legs together to create some friction for the heat brewing inside of you thanks to the thought. You suppress a grin, shaking the thoughts out of your head, instead, placing your eyes on the building coming into view. Tae pulls into a parking spot, and before you could put your hand on the handle, your door was already opened; his hand laid out in front of you for you to grab and exit his vehicle. 

“Do I look okay?” You ask him one last time before going in.

“You look beautiful,” he says softly while his eyes are on you as if they are gazing into your soul.

You smile and feel the warmth brew inside you because of his kind words.. You find it funny that the person that has been your best friend for all these years said such simple words but they still made you feel the way you are right now. You thank him quietly, slipping your arm in between him as you walk into the building. 

After checking in, you notice that the event has already started. You walk further in, familiar faces walk past you with small greetings of acknowledgement. You stop when you see Jin. His black hair is trimmed nicely. It complemented his outfit:  a sky blue shirt and a pair of black slacks. His cuffs are rolled up, exposing the veins in his arms that flex whenever he moves. His expensive watch and glasses look good on him along with his signature smile. He looks amazing as he goes over his speech up on the podium, in front of everyone else in the event. 

But looking at him gives you flashbacks of your time together. They were a mix of good and bad memories but overall, the thought drives up your anxiety, giving you a sudden urge to have a drink. 

“I’m a little on edge. I’m gonna get a drink,” you disclose, pointing to the direction of the bar. “Do you want anything?”

“Nah. I’m driving, remember?” Tae reminds you. “Go at it.”

You go up to the bar and request a couple of shots. With each shot you take, you start to feel yourself grow calmer. You ask for a cup of soda to bring to Tae, still remembering his reminder that he needs to drive the two of you out of here eventually.  

You glance over at your date watching him take in Jin’s words with a poker face he’s put on. But you could tell he is annoyed; he squints his eyes as he taps his fingers on the table in front of him. . You approach him, placing your hand on his back. When he looks up at your touch, you give him a soft smile. 

“Are you okay?” he whispers, grabbing your hand.

“Mmhmm,” you murmur.

You sit back down on your chair next to Tae as you return your attention to Jin finishing up his speech. Once he did, a thunderous set of applause followed. The music starts to play while the guests either gather on the dance floor or by the table filled with finger foods. 

You look up at Tae, his eyes focused on the scene, not really saying much. A couple of coworkers recognized him from his time with his company, and they struck up a conversation with him. You start to make your rounds, talking to coworkers that you feel comfortable with, almost like being able to breathe after holding your breath underwater for so long.

You look over at Tae, and he is immersed in conversation and, from the looks of it, enjoying himself. You smile to yourself, happy that he is here even though he didn’t want to come in the first place. He brushes his hair back from his face, exposing his handsome face, and your infatuation with him grows. He could be anywhere else, but he chose to be here with you. He’s always chosen you, no matter what. Why am I just now seeing this?

The music changes to a song I’m familiar with, and your colleagues move on to the dance floor. You lock eyes with Tae, and he smiles once you do. He makes his way towards you and grabs your hand.

“I know this is your song so let’s go dance,” he says as he motions you over to the crowded dancing place.

You let the music take over, moving your hips to the rhythm of the beat as he watches you. His eyes never leave yours, watching your every move before eventually moving behind you. You feel him place his hands on your hips, and the heat that is starting to grow between you two is getting hard to ignore. 

Somehow, you manage to keep yourself composed, the thought that you are still in a work event keeping you in place. The reminder of where you are made you scan the room until your eyes finally find Jin. He is sitting at a table and is surrounded by familiar faces from your job. Although he had all that company, his attention is on you as he watches you with dark eyes. 

You smirk and keep your eyes on him. You sway your hips the way you know he likes it. You make sure to taunt him and remind him that what he is seeing is something he will never have again. 

Your attention springs back to Taehyung as you feel him hold your chin to face him. He lifts it up before crashing his lips with yours. The kiss is fueled with so much passion and desire, making you feel like you want more. 

And so, you kiss him back with equal passion-- not caring where you are, you let your desire for him take over. You feel a great satisfaction like this is what I had been missing all your life. You feel his body loosen up before he cups your face. He places smaller kisses on your lips before finally stepping back. 

“Wow, that was—”

“Amazing,” he finishes my sentence. 

Jin looks pissed off, and he suddenly gets up from his seat, storming somewhere out of sight. 

“Do you want to go home?” You ask, grabbing his hand.

“Yeah,” he smiles softly. “I think we have a lot to talk about.”

Feeling satisfied, you tell Tae that you are going to the bathroom, and then you can leave. He insists on accompanying you, but you disregard it, promising that you will be quick. You walk down the well-lit hallway, making it to the bathroom right before the lights shut off. You are startled, quickly running into the stall to do what you need to do before finally getting out of this place. You check your purse, feeling relieved to see the pepper spray in your bag disguised as perfume. You wash your hands and check yourself out in the mirror one final time before leaving, bumping into someone in the way of the door.

“Oh, I’m sorry—”

You stop mid-sentence, your blood running cold, locking eyes on Jin, who had clearly been waiting for you to get out of the bathroom. 

“Really? You really thought you could tease me like that and get away with it?”

You gulp and take a deep breath, trying to get past him to go back to Taehyung. You feel a forceful pull of your arm, and Jin is pulling you back towards him, shoving you into the bathroom and locking the door. 

“What is your problem?” You scream, nursing your hurt shoulder.

“You really want me to believe that you are with this guy?” he begins. “I know you only brought him here to piss me off.”

“Jin,” you sigh heavily. “Don’t flatter yourself. You aren’t worth that kind of energy. If I had it my way, I would never see you again.”

Your words hurt him and you could tell from his pained expression that starts turning into anger. He takes you by surprise and shoves you against the wall. 

You panic, forgetting all of the self-defense you took over the years. Your mind is stuck, only playing scenes from Jin’s apartment-- food being thrown on the ground, your things being smashed into pieces, and your self-esteem dwindling down with every word thrown at you. 

You crouch on the bathroom floor with your head to your knees. As he continues to spew words of insult towards you, everything begins to sound muffled. The beat of your heart finally becomes much louder than his evil voice. You rock yourself back and forth, hugging yourself before screaming at the top of your lungs for him to shut up.

A few seconds later, you hear the bathroom door burst open. Your head springs up to find Taehyung standing next to a bunch of men from the security team. looking relieved that he saw you. His eyes shift from you to Jin. Anger blazes like fire in his eyes, and before Jin could react, Taehyung punches him. Seokjin’s head hits the wall behind him from the impact, knocking him out before security could intervene. You scramble from the floor and run up to embrace Taehyung, weeping into his shoulder. Your arms are still shaking from the sheer terror of what had just happened.

“Are you okay?” he cups your face. 

“My shoulder hurts,” you admit, moving his hand towards where it hurts.

“Did he put his hands on you?! Please tell me he didn’t.”

You look down, not ready to answer or fully admit that Jin hurt you. But your hesitation is enough of a response to his question. He walks you out of the bathroom, hands ever so careful with you. 

He is equally silent until he finally blurts out, “The nerve of that fucking guy. I am going to kill him—”

“Hey, don’t do that please,” you clutch your chest. “He’s not worth it”

“I know he’s not worth it, but you are,” he says softly

You stand there, frozen, in shock at what he said. The police arrive shortly after, and you give your statements, Jin being checked out by the paramedics before you finally leave. 

The car ride feels shorter, and neither one of you says a word, a mixture of emotions swimming inside of you. You are incredibly angry at Jin for shoving you and verbally assaulting you once again. You hate that he took you back to that place of feeling scared and helpless, but above that, you feel bad for Tae who had to see you in that state and defend you. 

You glance over at Tae and he is still fuming, his jaw clenched, his fist firm on the steering wheel as he is focusing on the road. But he is silent. 

When you make it to the house, he still opens the car door for you. He looks around to see if anyone else is around as you walk towards your shared apartment, muttering that he wanted to make sure you weren’t followed by Jin somehow. You follow him as he walks in, and you let out a sigh of relief at the thought of being back in your comfort zone. You watch Taehyung throw the keys on the couch, running his fingers through his hair in frustration, tapping his foot excessively. 

“Talk to me please,” you plead, concerned at his demeanor.. 

“Why him?” he begins. “Why did you choose him every time, when I’ve been here in front of you?”

You stare at him, at a loss for words from his question. You were not expecting this from him, he never made it known that he felt anything towards you aside from being your best friend. 

“I have been in love with you for years,” Taehyung begins. “You had me the day you walked into the door with your skin glowing like the sun. Your bubbly personality is contagious, your smile is infectious, you’re smart and you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I love how you take care of people and how you often put everyone else’s needs above yours just to make them happy. I’ve watched you go long nights, stressed about someone else’s situation because you care that much. You’re my moon and you make my world brighter in the darkness and I don’t know what I would do without you. I just love you. I love you—”

You interrupt him, overcome with emotion, by pressing your lips against his. He gives in wholeheartedly, cupping your face and kissing you back. Your body takes over as you take off his jacket and help him out of his sweater and shirt, immediately exposing his smooth figure. 

“Wait,” Taehyung pulls away from you. “Do you feel the same way? I need to know. I need to hear you say it.”

You don’t like talking about your feelings, it makes you feel vulnerable and you are afraid of people taking advantage of you. But with him, he makes it so easy for you to step out on that leap of faith. To potentially love him.

“I honestly can’t say that it's love,” you answer honestly. “But I do feel something there.”

His crestfallen look pains you and you sigh heavily, grabbing a chair to sit down. It's a brief moment of silence, neither one of us saying anything in fear of hurting one another. You work up the courage to say what’s on your mind, hoping for the best. 

“I think about the times that you were there for me when I was dating Jin,” you start. “How you made sure that I was taking care of myself and being there for me in general. You never judged me, you just loved me and supported me as a best friend. You are my best friend and I love you that way. I think in time, I can love you the way you love me as well. You keep me on my toes when I start to lose focus and you help me see the beauty in just the littlest details. I have a greater appreciation of the arts because of you and I have a better discernment of character because of you. You make me feel really good about myself and I haven’t felt that in a long time. It’s always been you and I hate that I was too blind to see it all this time.”

His expression perks up, and he bites his lip, trying to suppress a smile creeping on his face. You get up from the table, grabbing his hands softly and looking into his eyes.

“I’m not going to put any pressure on you to love me,” he assures you. “I want you to fall in love with me at your own pace. I don’t want you to feel obligated to love me because I love you, okay?”

You nod before inching your face towards his, kissing him once more. It was sweet and comforting in ways you didn’t know you needed. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer and you allow yourself to get sucked in. You could feel his heart beating against his chest and you instinctively placed your hand on it, the sensation making you feel as if you are one with him in this moment. He cups your face once more, leaving kisses on your cheeks and forehead before ending it all with a tight hug.

“I know a lot happened tonight and I’m sure we’ll have to deal with everything that happened in the morning. But can I just hold you tonight until you fall asleep?”

Your heart melts at his suggestion, leaving you speechless and unable to give him a response through words. Instead, you reach for his hand and lead him to your bedroom and pat down on the bed. You both climb in, snuggling up with him behind you, his warm body and arms wrapped around you making you feel protected. 

“Good night,” you murmur, your body relaxing into his.

“Good night,” he whispers, leaving a kiss on your ear before you drift off to sleep.

The sun shines through the window, the smallest light peering through the blinds and directly on your face. Your eyes open slowly, and you feel a pair of hands around your body, and you panic, remembering the night before. You turn around quickly, expecting to see your ex but instead are met with a soft-haired Taehyung, his sleepy eyes meeting yours.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” you apologize, turning back around. “I forgot you were in here honestly and I thought you were Jin. It scared me.”

The memories of the night before replay in your mind and you shake your head, not wanting to relive it. Instead, you take Taehyung’s hand, kissing it and holding it close to your heart. 

“Thank you for being there last night,” you say. “You really had my back.”

“I would do anything for you,” he says softly. 

He leaves kisses on the back of your neck, sending vibrations through your spine, your center beginning to pool thanks to his affectionate touches. You try to ignore the throbbing in your core by biting your lip and balling your fists up as a distraction. 

But soon enough, your carnal desire for him overrides your self-control. So you turn around to kiss him more while sliding your hands down his chest.

“I love you,” he says in between kisses. “I’m going to prove it to you.”

His kisses become stronger, his thirst for you apparent as he trails his lips down to your neck, sucking on your bare flesh. His hands move up your blouse, sliding your bra up and fondling your breasts. His cool hands excite you, clutching each one as he lowers his head to pull each mound into his mouth.

“Oh my god,” you bite your lip. 

His tongue swirls around your nipples, sending jolts throughout your body, moans coming out of your slightly parted mouth. His long fingers find their way to your pants, slowly undoing the button and sliding his finger down to your clit. He rubs it softly, his mouth never leaving your breasts. 

“Shit,” a breathless moan escapes your lips. 

You slide your pants and your panties off all at once, finally exposing yourself entirely bare for him. He lowers his head further, kissing a path down your stomach until he reaches your sweet nectar. His fingers find your entrance and he doesn’t wait before he slips two fingers into your tight hole. The sensation immediately makes you feel stuffed and full. 

He thrusts them steady while his thumb caresses your clit. He looks deep into your eyes, never losing eye contact as he gives you the pleasure you have been desiring from him.

“You feel so good around my fingers baby,” he coos. “I have to taste you.”

You’re holding your breath as you feel his tongue attack your nub, sucking on you in a carnivorous nature, his saucy actions taking you by surprise. You never knew he had this in him, a hidden devil underneath his grin, sinfully finger fucking you into oblivion, tasting you as if you were the only thing in the world he wanted. 

He deepens his kiss on your center, massaging your clit with his tongue making your barriers shatter down. You feel your stomach coil and so you grab onto his hair, gripping it tightly as your orgasm ripples through you. He slips his fingers out, sucking all of your juices and then some. The sensation makes you cum again after a few minutes. Your hands intertwine with his, your legs buckling from oversensitivity and his refusal to stop tasting you. 

“Tae, stop. I can’t take anymore,” your voice sounds hoarse and shaky as you beg him.

He chuckles and pulls away slowly. Your view is filled with his beautifully sculpted face that has your essence splattered all over it. His eyes are dark, lustful and you are sucked into his spell. Your eye contract breaks when he pulls down his pants and boxers, revealing his manhood. He caresses himself, all while keeping his eyes locked with yours.

“Oh god,” you can’t help the words slip out of your mouth from the sight.

He chuckles while he bites his lips. He moves you closer and takes your hand only to wrap it around his length. Your hands rub along his shaft softly, your kisses becoming sloppy, your desire for one another setting each other ablaze, lost in the passion you set before yourselves. 

"This is the best day of my life," he says as his hands explore the rest of your body.

You start to get on your knees but he stops you, motioning for you to lay back as he climbs over you. You hold your breath as he enters you slowly, his girth filling your tight hole quickly. You relax when you look into his eyes and feel his sincerity towards you. Never in a million years would you imagine yourself in bed with Taehyung. It almost feels like a dream even. Is this even real?

His movements are slow at first, allowing you to adjust to his size. You cling onto him, your nails starting to dig into his skin. He pulls out and slams back into you, the motion causes the bed to shake. As he carries on with his pace, you feel his hand around your throat as he gazes deeply into your eyes. 

The sounds of your moans and the slap of your skin with his echo through the walls. Sex fills the air as he continues to demolish you with no mercy. 

“Nobody is ever going to fuck you the way I can,” he grits his teeth while saying this.

You can only nod feverishly, the euphoric feeling of being fucked this way has taken over your senses, including your ability to form coherent words. He’s irresistible: sweat glistening on his chest, his beautiful hair swaying with his rhythm, his magnificent jawline clenched, focused on you. It’s driving you mad.

“I want you to watch me fuck you,” he demands, holding your head up a little.

The sight of watching Taehyung pummel you, his thick cock sliding in and out of you so ferociously that it sends you over the edge. Your free hand finds your clit, rubbing it harshly until you come undone around him. Your screams are silenced by his lips, but this doesn’t stop him from continuing his thrusts. A few thrusts later, you feel him coat your insides with his release. His back arches as he moans your name. 

“Fuck,” you gasp in between breaths. “I was not expecting that.”

He kisses you once more, and you can feel things are going to be headed in the right direction from here on out. You know that a relationship with Taehyung is uncharted territory, but it’s something you look forward to exploring.

“I’m going to make you happy, okay?” he promises while kissing the back of your hand. “I’m going to be your guy.”

You nod, believing every word he says., You hold him close and feel his heart beating as fast as yours. You look at your golden boy, brushing his hair back to reveal that handsome face of his. He returns your look, his eyes full of love and you fall in, not regretting one moment. 

“Do you want to take a bath with me?” You offer, getting out of the bed.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” he sang, suddenly picking you up carrying you into the bathroom, wedding style.

“I’m yours.”

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pairing: mafia boss!Namjoon x mafia!reader | genre: smut | rated: R (18+) | warnings: unprotected sex, riding, gunplay, nipple play, from behind, choking, hair pulling, slapping, biting, swearing | words: 786 | summary: you are sleeping with the enemy.

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“You shouldn’t be here.”

You walk into your penthouse and find your rival, Kim Namjoon, sitting on your sofa. It’s late, and you just came back from an important meeting. You are the second in command of the mafia, The Disciples, and you were just given executive notice that you are going to war with the Bangtan mafia. It shouldn’t be hard to destroy any organization’s business or kill anyone who stands in your way. But it does complicate things when you are fucking the head of Bangtan, who just happens to be sitting in your living room.

“Why?” Namjoon smirks, leaning back onto the sofa. “What are you going to do? Kill me?

Chuckling, you pull out your gun and waltz towards him. Your lipstick-stained lips come dangerously close to his when you straddle his lap, and you grin as you place the barrel underneath his chin.

“I should, ya know,” you whisper. “I should blow your head off right here and now.”

You pull the safety off of the gun, the clicking sound loud over the silence, not another thing heard but your breathing. Your eyes peer into his, and your hand slowly slips up his neck, your grip tightening. You feel the bulge in his pants hardening against your core, and you slowly roll your hips. 

“But will you?” He banters. He hikes up your skirt; your bare ass is met with warm air before he smacks it. “You are so tiny; I can scoop you up with one hand.”

Namjoon knew the words to say to light the fire inside you. You secretly love it when he mentions how tiny you are compared to him, with his tall, muscular body and thick thighs. You know he likes small and cute things, and you definitely fit the bill. He just didn’t realize you were also a natural-born killer. 

“Shut up,” you demand, kissing him. Your hand is still firm on the gun, and you don’t let it go. Instead, you allow your other hand to reach down to his pants and undo his zipper. He rips your thong off of you, your brimming dripping core dripping onto his boxers. He roughly pulls his cock out, pumping himself a few times while lining up to your entrance. Finally, your impatience gets the best of you, and you sink onto him, catching him by surprise. 

“Fuck me, please,” you beg, slowly bouncing on top of him, gun still in your hand. “It’s been a long day.”

You ground your hips, wanting to feel him as deep as you can. He responds by placing his hands on your hips, thrusting up, your breasts threatening to come out of your button up shirt. You let out a heavy breath, his thick, pretty cock deep inside of you and hitting every spot he can. You tighten your pussy around him, watching his eyes pop open at your sudden action. 

“God, you are so tight,” he groans, bucking into you harder. 

His hands grab your mouth, pulling you into a sensual kiss. Your gun is still in your hand, cocked at his chin, ready to shoot him at any time. You admit to yourself that you like the thrill of riding a forbidden dick with a weapon in your hand. You shouldn’t even be in the same room together without your head of the mafia. But one late night at the bar lead to the best sex of your life, and you have been fucking each other since, despite knowing you are enemies.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp, your climax getting closer and closer. “Fuck me harder, damn it!”

A switch goes off in Namjoon, and he grabs your hands, taking the gun out of them and setting it on the coffee table. He tears off your shirt and bra, sucking on your nipples hungrily and leaving bite marks along your breasts. He then pulls you by your hair and shoves your face into the couch, roughly entering you from behind and smacking your ass. 

“I’m the only one giving orders around here,” he growls, pounding into you.

Your free hand rubs your clit, your stomach tightening and your legs shaking as you cum all over him. Your screams muffled thanks to the couch pillows, your chest heaving from the intense orgasm you just had. Namjoon lets out a loud groan and pulls out of you, coating your ass with his load and leaving little droplets at your entrance. He pulls you up, slapping your breasts and kissing you which his hands on your throat. 

“I fucking hate you,” you groan, still trying to catch your breath. 

Namjoon smirks, leaving you a lasting kiss on the lips.

“The feeling is mutual.”

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Luna Somnium | KNJ

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Prince!Namjoon x Greek Goddess!reader

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛: The Golden Royals event by @btsgoldnetwork, Namkook’s Moonrise Masquerade hosted by @jamaisjoons, Gods Among Us collab hosted by me

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, smut, angst, greek gods au, royalty au, soulmates au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: R (18+)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fingering, riding, missionary, slight choking, public clit stimulation (in a field under a tree), dirty talk, punching, mentions of blood, mentions of pregnancy, magic serums that put people to sleep

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬:7.8k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You have a life where you are the goddess of the moon, running your chariots across the heavens with your beloved Namjoon. You rule the Moon Kingdom with him by your side, a peaceful world full of harmony and love. The only problem is, it all ends when you wake up.

𝐀𝐍: So it literally took a village to get this fic together LOL. I seriously need to thank @sugasbabiie @chateautae, @joheunsaram, @hobeemin​, and @joyfulhopelox​ for looking over this and making this better. I have never written anything like this before and I hope everyone likes it. So I started a Greek/Roman Gods collab with different fandoms and I decided to write for Namjoon. The reader is the Greek Goddess Selene, which is what the anime Sailor Moon is loosely based off of. I hope you guys like it. Likes, reblogs and positive feedback is much appreciated.

The moonlight shines over the meadow, the lustrous green grass and lilies sway with the summer breeze. The birds chirp happily around the pond, the crystal clear waters show a side of beauty you can only find in the Luna Regnum. You sit on the blanket next to your beloved husband Namjoon, feeding him grapes and caress his silver hair. 

“It feels perfect out here,” you comment, holding the grapes over his mouth as he bites one. 

“Yes, it does, my Queen,” he agrees. 

Time is different on the moon; the nighttime, when the sun shines on the moon, is when the kingdom is most active. 

He lays his head on your lap, and your thumb brushes against his cheek. You gaze into each other’s eyes filled with love and passion that has last for five years now. 

Namjoon is your soulmate in every sense of the word. Your souls are tied together as one, and you feel as though nothing can ever break you two apart. 

“You know you don’t have to keep calling me ‘Your Queen’ when we are alone,” you chastise him. 

“But you are my Queen,” he protests, now sitting up. “I am going to make sure you know every day that you are the ruler of my mind, body, and heart.”

He kisses you, laying your body down onto the blanket as he hovers over you. You become needy for him, your hands roaming all over his body while he slowly hikes up your dress, revealing your garter stocking. You feel his bulge growing in his pants, and you slowly reach down and palm him lustfully.

“I love you,” you whisper, your insides craving for him like a bad habit. 

“I love you more,” he replies, his eyes soft and pure for you. 

Your kisses wrap you both up in a fiery heat that only makes your thirst for each other intensify. You need each other like the air you breathe and the water you drink. You lose care of who may be watching you in this open field; the only thing you want is to be one with Prince Namjoon. He carefully pulls your panties to the side, his index finger rubbing your sensitive bud. You melt instantly from him, barely touching you, your eyes fluttering as you beg him for more. 

“Don’t stop… Please,” you whine. 

“Wake up.”

You look at him, the voice you hear no longer matches his.

“Wake up! You are going to be late for work!”

Namjoon is suddenly taken away from you. Your peaceful world twirled into darkness, soon replaced by the sunlight from your window, disturbing your deep sleep. You hear shuffling, and reality sets in quicker than you’d like, your heart sinking further into your chest. You are home, in a small town, nowhere near the kingdom you dream of with your prince. You keep your eyes closed, trying to block out the tears in your eyes and hide them from your roommate Jihyo, who is purposely making noise in your room. 

“I’m up,” you groan, aggressively hitting your pillow. 

“I made you coffee, and it’s sitting on your nightstand,” she says, pointing towards the cup. “I know you need it.”

Jihyo is your best friend, and you love her like the sister you have always wanted, but today you wanted to wring her neck out for waking you up. For making you leave him. 

“Were you dreaming about him again?” Jihyo questions, handing you your cup of coffee.

You nod slowly, still feeling groggy as you take small sips. Your mind wanders back to your time with Namjoon on the field, allowing your body to be consumed with the love that you have for each other. You squirm a bit in your bed, the very thought of him making you wet in between your legs. These dreams started happening after you turned twenty-one, and you aren’t sure why they are happening. You spent your birthday looking at the moon on top of your roof, hoping for a better life than what you were living. 

“Well, don’t dream too much longer. You are going to be late,” Jihyo reminds you. 

She leaves the room, turning around and studying you before you go. You fall back on the bed, staring at the ceiling with this heavy load on your chest. These dreams keep happening for a reason, and they are feeling more real with each one. What if this is your past life? Are you meant to be on this Earth?

Your day was long, and all you thought about was getting home and being with Namjoon. When these dreams started happening, you weren’t sure what to make of it, being a Queen of a Regnum on the moon. You have this whole life where you are rich, people love you, and you have a man that worships the ground you walk on. You have never had that kind of loyalty in your life; the closest thing to it maybe being your friendship with Jihyo. 

You make it to the front gate of your apartment when you notice a black cat with piercing yellow eyes staring at you curiously. You usually don’t care for cats, but you felt drawn to this one like you have known it its whole life. You reach down to pet it, and it accepts your affection, purring softly.

“Aren’t you a pretty kitty, huh?” You say to the cat.

The feline brushed past your legs, walked away from you, and headed towards the alley. You are tempted to bring the cat with you and take it home, making it your new pet. 

“Oh! You’re here.”

You turn around and face Jihyo, who is dressed comfortably with the mail in her hands.

“I just finished dinner and was coming to check the mail,” she discloses as she walks with you to the elevators. “I made beef stew with rice on the side.”

You love beef stew, and you know it’s a good meal that makes you nice and sleepy when you are done. You make it into your apartment and take a shower, eager to get the stench of today’s work off of you so you can eat and relax. By the time you get out, Jihyo already has a plate waiting for you with a glass of water on the side. 

“Thank you,” you say excitedly, rubbing your hands together. 

She nods and takes a seat across from you, and you both eat in silence. The food was too good to have much to say, and your mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the love of your life. You hope to see him again, and you wonder what you will do together as you rule your kingdom. Will you have a busy day of handling royal duties, or will you ride with Namjoon in chariots across the moon?

You finish up dinner and gather the dishes, loading them into the dishwasher and cleaning the rest of the kitchen. The rest of the night is a blur, as you set your clothes out for work the next day and you read a book until you get tired. You hear Jihyo shuffling around in the next room, and you glance at your phone, realizing that it was only nine o’clock.

“I’m coming, Namjoon,” you yawn, getting comfortable in your blankets. “Good night.”

“Wake up, sleeping beauty.”

Your eyes flutter, the moon’s night light shining through your wonder. You realize that you are not in your standard room. You are in your bedroom in the royal palace, the one you share with Namjoon. You stir a little, your back facing him. 

“It’s time to wake up,” he says softly. 

Namjoon doesn’t let the servants wake you up. Instead, he makes it his thing to make sure you are up every night, anyway that he can.

“So I see we are playing hooky this morning,” he surmises. 

 He starts to leave soft kisses on your shoulder, trailing down to the middle of your back. You bite your lip, trying not to show that his kisses turn you instantly into a puddle+. Namjoon knows better than this, and he proves his point by seductively sliding his fingers in between your legs, feeling your wet spot. 

“I see you are already awake,” his tone is dark and sensual. 

His long fingers rub your center softly while he whispers sweet things in your ear. Your body is fully awakened to his touch, and you feel as if your insides are on fire. 

“Namjoon…” you moan, shifting to lay on your back and face him. 

“That’s a good girl,” he whispers. 

He kisses you ravenously; his hunger for you felt through each kiss while his fingers worked their magic down below. Your breathing is labored as you are pleased; this level of intimacy is one of the many reasons you love Namjoon so much. 

“Baby, please,” you whimper, your body about to snap. “I need you so badly.”

“Do you now?” He goads you, his free hand playing with his already hard dick.

“Yes!” You plea, your hands now playing with your nipples. “Give it to me, please.”

Namjoon smirks, moving the covers away and climbing over you as your legs are spread apart. You watch in anticipation as he enters you, the sight filling you up, one of the best things you have ever laid your eyes on. He wastes no time thrusting into you, skin slapping sounds you sure are heard outside your bedroom.  

“Do you like it when I fuck you like this first thing in the morning?” He grunted, his hand slipping around your throat. 

You kiss him, the words in your head failing to meet your slips. He squeezes your throat a little tighter, kissing you back hard. You beg him to go harder, deeper, and to take you however you want. The goddess inside of you has been unleashed, and if you could have it your way, you would do him until the moon changes. 

“Oh yes,” you grit your teeth. “Fuck me just like that, please.”

Namjoon suddenly pulls you up, and he lays down, motioning for you to sit on his dick. You are more than happy to oblige, sinking onto him eagerly. Your hands are placed on his shoulder, your hips moving with his fast rhythm as you ride him. You can feel him deep into your tight cunt, your nectar coating his length beautifully and driving him inside. 

Fuck.” Namjoon’s breath shuddered as you rocked forward on your shared bed, the headboard hitting the wall. “Oh, fuck—”

You found a rhythm together, rocking and rubbing, squeezing and stirring. Jolts of pleasure surge between the two of you, building with your heavy breathing and raspy moans.

“I- I don’t think I am going to make it,” you sputter.  

Your stomach is coiling, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you meet your release. Namjoon fucks you through your orgasm, his moans in sync with yours as he watches you come undone. He nips at your breasts, an indicator that he is going to reach his peak. 

“Fill me up, baby,” you purr, overloaded with sensitivity. “I want to be so stuffed, and I promise to keep it all inside.”

Those words sent him over the edge as he arches his back and lets out a loud moan. He jerks as he cums inside of you, kissing you deeply until his movements stop. You hold on to him, allowing his warm body to cover yours, both of your breathing in sync together. 

“I love you,” you whisper, out of breath.

“I love you more, my Queen,” he leaves a small kiss on your shoulder. 

You playfully swat his shoulder and climb off of him, the loss of his stuff inside of you evident. You walk to your closet, grabbing a silk robe to cover up your naked body. You catch Namjoon looking at you through the mirror, his soft eyes full of love and sadness for you, something you’ve never seen before.

“Are you okay?” You ask, turning around to face him. 

“Y-yeah,” he stutters, quickly getting out of bed. 

You have this feeling in your chest that he is not honest with you, but you have no way to prove it. You gather your things to take a bath, almost making it to the bathroom when a knock on the door. You and Namjoon both look at each other, as you weren’t expecting any visitors this early in the morning. You go to open the doors, but he beats you to it, moving you behind him. 

“Ah, your highness and Prince Namjoon,” the head of the royal guard bows down. 

“Hi, Artemis,” you greet him. “Is everything okay?”

“Er, yes,” he clears his throat. “I am here to fetch the Prince for a meeting we have later on today.”

“Oh yes,” Namjoon snaps his fingers. “I should be getting ready to go then.”

Namjoon didn’t mention having a meeting before; you start to wonder if there is more to this feeling of dishonesty. Artemis bows again and takes his leave, and Namjoon is already running the shower before you fully shut the door. 

“Hey babe,” you call out to him. “What meeting is he talking about?”

There is a moment of silence, and you walk into the bathroom, finding Namjoon totally covered with water, unable to hear anything you are saying. You take off your robe, deciding to get into the shower with him. You step into the big stall, the steam almost covering your vision completely. You reach around until you find him, wrapping your arms around his. 

“You seem awfully pensive in here,” you observe, kissing his back. “What’s wrong?”

Namjoon kisses your hands, unwrapping your arms around him and facing you. 

“Nothing is wrong, baby,” he insists. “How about later on today, we have the chefs make a big meal, and we have our closest friends over?”

You love the idea of having people over, and you quickly agree, but you still can’t shake this feeling like something is off. You wash up as Namjoon steps out of the stall, hastily drying off his fit body. A part of you wants to assert your authority as Queen over him to find out what is wrong. But you promised yourself you would never use that power dynamic over him, no matter how tempting it is. 

“You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” You shout over the water. 

Namjoon turns around and gives you a small smile before leaving the bathroom. 

“I know, baby. I’ll see you tonight.”

You hear him leave, and you get out shortly after, deciding to put on a sundress and leaving your hair down to dry. You stifle a yawn, and you feel tired, so you get back into your bed and settle into your blankets.

“I’ll just take a small nap so I can be ready for our dinner later,” you sayto yourself as you fell asleep once more.

That dinner never happened.

It's been a couple weeks since you have dreamed of Namjoon, and you are getting desperate. But, unfortunately, when you finally do, your dreams haven’t been as serene as they used to be; the happy and serene nature is replaced with falling comets hitting your kingdom, with seven women in your royal guard, defending the land. 

“Y/N,” one of the girls in your royal guard dressed in red fashion points at the object in your hand. “Use the magicum.” 

You look down at the moon-shaped gold wand, the red jewel glowing furiously, the energy pointing towards the chaos. A woman, dressed in all black with purple skin and green hair, is laughing mechanically as the comets continue to fall down from the sky. Your blood boils, angry that this person can revel in joy while your home is being torn into pieces. You point the wand at her, shouting words that you have never said in your life: “Luna Magicam.”

A harsh yellow light escapes the wand, piercing the woman directly into her chest, her laughing ceases immediately. The comets stop falling from the sky, and the ones that landed on your kingdom turn into dust and disappear. Before she has a chance to recover, you tackle her, punching her until her face is red and bruised, her breathing already labored. 

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?!” You shout, pulling her up by the hem of her shirt. 

She doesn’t answer, intensifying your anger, and you raise your hand to hit her again. 

“I see it’s happened,” she mutters, a small smile creeping on her face. “You don’t know who you are.”

You stare at her incredulously, having no idea what she means. The woman chuckles, blood coming out of the corner of her mouth. 

“I told you that you would pay for refusing me, Your Highness,” the woman cackles, now coughing so hard she can barely breathe. “Now, you don’t know who you are and why you are here. It feels like a dream, another life, doesn’t it?”

The tiny hairs on the back of your neck raise up, chills running throughout your body. How would she know you have been going through this. Is she a witch? 

You hear footsteps approach, and you turn around, facing five women, including the one who told you to use your wand. 

“Who the hell are you?” You turn your attention back to this evil woman, who has little of life left in here. 

“Nebula, your worst nightmare,” she whispers, taking her last breath before she succumbs to her wound.

You take a moment, reflecting on what just happened, the women behind you watch your every move. Then, finally, you get up, dusting your dress off, wincing from the pain you feel in your knuckles. The women are dressed in white shirts, different colored skirts with similar wands in their hands, looking at you with sadness. 

“You don’t know who we are, do you?” The taller one with long brown hair asks, looking at you with pity. 

“No,” you sigh heavily. “I don’t. I am only here when I am dreaming.”

You look at all the destruction that has taken place, ground filled with dirt holes from the comments, and the once sunny kingdom now dark with all the life you knew gone. You don’t see any people or animals around, which you find odd, and most importantly, you do not see Namjoon. 

“Where is Namjoon?” You turn and ask the woman. 

No one answers right away, and the silence makes you irritated. 

“Hello?” You snap. “Where is he?”

The one with the red fashion approaches you, her eyes filled with tears.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” her breath is shaky. “He’s gone.”

Your chest is heavy, your stomach is tight, and your body is nauseous from not seeing Namjoon. It’s been a few weeks since you’ve been dealt that devastating blow, and your body feels as if it’s going through hell. You have tried desperately to see him again, sleeping as often as you can, but your dream is nothing but blackness. Not a voice or soul to validate that you aren’t going crazy. 

“Are you okay?” Jihyo asks softly. 

“I’ve been better,” you mutter.

You sit at the dining table, picking away at the food you made, your appetite not as strong. You made Saeujeot with rice, your favorite dish, hoping it would put you in a good mood. Instead, all the food does is remind you of Namjoon, as he does not like seafood, and you used to tease him about it all the time. You miss seeing his face, being in his arms, and being kissed by him. You could say that you are lovesick, but you are also heartbroken, as the one person who has loved you unconditionally has disappeared, never to be seen again. 

“You are barely eating your food,” Jihyo observes. “I can put it up for you, and you can eat it later.”

“It’s okay. I’ll do it,” you wave her off, getting up. 

You put the food away and start cleaning up the kitchen, needing something to do to distract yourself from the pain sinking further into your chest. You can feel Jihyo’s eyes watching you, burning into the back of your neck. She has always watched over you like a big sister, and you know she means well. But today is not the day you need to be saved; you just want to be left alone.

“I am going to go take out the trash,” you announce, pulling the liner out of the can.

Before she could protest, you are already out the door, walking down the steps to the alley behind your building. You lift up the lid and throw the trash inside the dumpster, pulling it down to keep the smell from spreading. You feel something brush against your leg, and you shriek, only to be met with a pair of yellow eyes gazing at you. 

“Hi kitty,” you attempt to pick up the feline. 

The cat slaps your paw away, running towards the opposite way of the apartment. Concerned, you follow it until you reach a dead-end in the form of a brick wall, with the cat waiting for you. 

“I think it’s time,” the cat suddenly speaks, startling you. 

You back up until your back hits the wall, the back of your head a bit sore from the impact. You rub your eyes, not ready to believe this neighborhood cat could talk all this time. 

” Y/N, you are not going crazy,” the cat speaks once more. “I can talk just like you.”

You slump a little, realizing that you are not going crazy. This cat is actually talking to you.

“So, are you actually a cat?” You implore. 

“Yes and no,” it begins. “I am a consolario to your Regnum, your highness. You know me as Luna.”

You weren’t sure what they meant at first, and you were ready to tell them that they were mistaken until a lightbulb went off in your head, and you gasped loudly. So this is the Luna from your kingdom. The one from your dreams.

“Luna??” Your voice cracks unexpectedly. 

The cat nods, and despite engaging with a talking cat who is really a person from your dreams, you are elated with joy. You finally have some connection in the real world from the place of your dreams, literally. You instinctively go over to pet her, but she protests, moving away from you.

“I have to say, I hate the feeling of being petted, no matter how good it feels,” Luna discloses. 

“Sorry,” you nod. “But how did you get here, on Earth? I am so confused.”

Right at that moment, the sun disappears over the horizon, the blue hour in effect. It makes you sad, as it triggers a memory of the night of your honeymoon, gazing under the stars with Namjoon. Your hand rubs across your stomach, and Luna takes notice before returning her attention back to you. 

“I got here through the Mercurius portal,” Luna discloses. “The others are back at the Regnum, waiting for me to report back that I found you.”

You think of your royal guards, servants, and Namjoon, wishing you could be with them. 

“Do you know where Namjoon is?” You question her. 

Yes,” Luna nods. “We found him, and he is safe, but I have bad news.”

Your heart stops, and you remind yourself to breathe, guarding yourself for what’s about to be said. 

“Namjoon is a victim of a curse,” she begins. “It’s a tricky curse that can only be done at the right time, and the night we were fighting and defeating the villain, we saw her spray a mist on him. We weren’t sure what it was, and to be honest, we were distracted by everything else that was going on.”

Luna pauses to scratch the back of her head, and you feel pity for her; that should only come to you in feline form. 

“When the battle was over,” she continues “We could not find him, and at that moment, once we told you that he was gone, you passed out in the Kingdom, and you never woke up.”

“So, is that what happens to me?” You ask. “When I am back here on Earth, I sleep in the Kingdom?”

“Yes,” Luna confirms. 

You think about the random times that you woke up in your dream, and you feel embarrassed because sometimes you are in compromising positions when you come to. You look up at the sky, and the sun has officially gone down, replaced by a crescent moon.

“So, how did I become the Queen?” You press her for more information. “I can deduce that the royal guard I have, the seven women, we are best friends, and obviously Namjoon and I are meant to be, but there are so many holes and things I don’t remember.” 

“I wish I could tell you everything, but right now, we don’t have a lot of time,” Luna laments. 

She meows and crouches behind several trash bags, pulling out your wand, the magicum. You take it from her, holding it into your hands, the object fitting perfectly in your hand like always. 

“We found a way to save Namjoon, but we need you back at the kingdom,” Luna pleads. “Here, take this potion. It will make you tired right away, and you will wake up in the golden chamber where we are keeping the Prince for now. Come as soon as possible.”

You look at the time on the phone, not realizing that you had been gone for at least fifteen minutes. You look up to tell Luna goodbye, but she is already gone, and dark clouds zoom in, sprinkles of rain coming out of them. You hide your wand by putting it underneath your shirt in the back, running back into the building. You feel your anxiety rising, as you want nothing more than to see the love of your life again, to lift this curse and be with him forever. You walk back into the apartment, and you don’t see Jihyo in the living room, so you head to your room to take a shower before taking your long-awaited sleep. 

“Y/N, is that you?” “Jihyo calls out. 

You have half a mind to not respond back to her and do what you set out to do before. However, before you can decide what you want to do, Jihyo barges into your room, already dressed in pajamas with a perfume bottle in her hand. 

“What’s up with the perfume?” You quiz her, rummaging through your drawers for pajamas. 

She doesn’t answer right away, and you stop what you are doing, turning around and facing her. Jihyo has a wild look in her eye, something that you have never seen before. Her hand is gripping the bottle tightly, her fingers turning white. She sprays the bottle into your face, catching you off guard. The sweet-smelling scent reminds you of the flowers back at your regnum, blooming jasmines that surrounded your field. You suddenly feel tired and try to keep your balance, making it to your bed. 

“I guess the jig is up” is the last thing you hear before passing out. 

Clank! Clank! Clank!

The sound is loud, and wakes you up out of whatever state you were in. You are no longer in your room; instead, you find yourself chained to a wall, with an unknown person hammering a nail into it with a chain to your cuffs. You recognize the interior where you are and realize you are in the danger room, a section at the very top of the tower that you only come in if your regnum is threatened. So you guess you being here is fitting. 

“Ah, you’re awake,” you hear Jihyo come in on the left side of you, carrying a metal tray of food. 

You open your mouth to speak, but your voice is gone, and your throat is dry. How long have I been hanging here, you wonder to yourself. Jihyo sets the tray down and makes a hand gesture to the person nailing your chain to the wall, which stops immediately. You watch him leave the room, and it’s just you and her alone. You feel hurt and incredibly angry, as you never expected her to do something like this. 

“Surprised?” Jihyo boasts with a big smile on her face. “You didn’t see this coming at all, huh?”

You don’t bother to respond; the pain in your throat from dehydration is not worth speaking. So instead, you watch her slowly pour Gatorade into a cup, come over to you, and force you to drink it. 

“I don’t want you dying on me yet,” she discloses, pouring more juice into your cup. “I want you fully alert for what’s about to happen next.”

BOOM!

The loud explosion shakes your room, knocking Jihyo off balance, and your head bobs in a whiplash. You look towards the window and see smoke and debris flying everywhere. You instinctively move your left wrist, and you feel the nail come loose. A wave of relief washes over you because the person who nailed you to the wall did not do a good job. I can escape, you thought to yourself, I can be free and go find my husband. So you keep your poker face, watching Jihyo get up from the floor and brush herself off. 

“Looks like your friends are here,” she quips angrily. “Why do they ALWAYS have to get in the way?”

“Why are you doing this?” Your voice cracks. “I have never done anything to you to make you do this—”

“SHUT UP!” She roars, catching you off guard. “You should have never turned down my offer, a chance to rule the Regnum together!”

At that point, her body shifts into a different person, a familiar person that boils your blood and makes you see red. 

“Nebula,” you scoff. “You really can’t take no for an answer, huh?”

Nebula becomes visibly upset and slaps you across the face. The sting that lingers after her touch hurts your left cheek, but you will never let her see your pain. So instead, you stand up straighter, remembering that the nail is still loose on your left chain. There is another explosion, this one not impactful, but it sounds closer to you. 

“All I wanted,” Nebula began, “was to rule beside you. We are both queens and strong women. We have worked very hard to maintain our places in this man-ruled galaxy, and you cast me aside because you don’t like how I rule my realm.”

“And?” You laugh in disbelief. “What about it? I am not going to partner with anyone who hands out inhumane punishments.”

“Argh —”

Nebula grabs another bottle on the tray, this one filled with a shimmery blue liquid, and pours it into a smaller cup. You watch her swish it a bit as you stand there patiently waiting for your chance to strike. You were already made well aware of how she rules her Regnum, and it was nothing that you wanted to be associated with. The only reason you two were in correspondence is that she helped your soldiers provide safe passage when they went to Pluto. 

In return, you provided grain for her, an essential thing that they needed. 

BOOM!

The floor shook once more, and you felt the nails loosen on both of your chains. You did your best to keep your arms close to the wall, so she wouldn’t be suspicious. 

“Where is Jihyo?!” You demand. “What did you do to her?”

Nebula looks at me and lets out a hearty laugh, and you fear the worst for her. Jihyo never had anything to do with this. All you did was confide your dreams to her; you never thought she would be pulled into this. 

“She’s alright, your highness,” Nebula finally discloses, and you let out a sigh of relief. “She is taking a little nap, just like you will once you take your medicine.”

She walks over to you, holding the cup in her hand, rubbing her finger across your bottom lip. 

“You were always a pretty girl,” her eyes study your features. “It’s a shame that we couldn’t have worked together in ALL areas. Now you will sleep forever like your beloved Prince—.”

“Your highness? Are you here?!”

The voice comes from down below, and you know that it’s your guard coming to save you. You are grateful to have a dedicated team and friends who love you, who will put their lives on the line to rescue you and protect your home. 

“Oh no, no, no!” Nebula shrieks, slamming the cup on the table and leaving the room. You hear a commotion right aside the door, and you seize the opportunity and loosen the nails further, so you can escape when you have the time. There is shuffling and a slam that busts the door wide open, Nebula flying through and landing on her back. Right after, your royal guard comes behind her, their wands and swords in hand, ready for another fight. 

“Your highness, are you okay?” One of the girls sporting deep royal blue colors calls out. 

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you shout back. 

Nebula gets up from the ground, making her way towards you. She turns around, picking up the cup meant for you, and before she could react, you free your hand out of the chain, punching her in the jaw. Your adrenaline kicks in, hitting her with uppercuts and jabs in her stomach until she collapses on the floor, about to pass out. 

“You never should have left!” You snap at her. 

“Go on ahead!” She taunts back, spitting on the ground. “Do it!”

She looks delirious, laughing mechanically as you clutch onto her shirt. There’s nothing more you would want than to erase her existence from this place, from this lifetime. But then that would make you like her, and you are better than that. But you also recognize that she is a threat that must be stopped; otherwise, she will keep trying again. Turning around and looking at the table, you see the serum that she would’ve given you earlier. You have an idea, but you plan to get more answers out of her first. 

“Where did you put Jihyo?” You ask her, trying to contain your anger. 

“She is underneath the tree in the Jasmine flower field,” she sighs. “I’m sure you know where it is.”

You know precisely the place, the field that you and Namjoon would frequent, having picnics under the moon while the Jasmine flowers glowed under the light. You have an ache your chest, a type of hurt that you never thought you would experience, your best friend being hurt and left alone. It’s bad enough that Namjoon was taken away from you and put in a deep slumber, but now Jihyo was affected too? Finally, you can’t take it anymore, and you decide to put an end to her once and for all. 

You get up, dust your knees,   grab the serum, bend down and hold it directly over her mouth. Nebula stops laughing immediately; her eyes grow wide in fear as she stares at the cup in your hand. 

“You wouldn’t?” She says in disbelief. “That is the last vial in the world, and there is no cure for that!”

“But you were so willing to give it to me?!” You growl. “You can truly go to the underworld.”

You quickly force the cup into her mouth, making her drink until it is empty, and watch her succumb to it. Then, you turn around and meet your royal guards, who you forgot were watching the whole thing. Everyone has shocked expressions on their faces, and it irritates you, making you feel like the bad guy you’re not. 

“I need my bulls and chariot,” you command. “I need to find Jihyo.”

“W-we already called someone to get her once Nebula told us where you were,” one of the girls wearing orange spoke up. 

You nod, turning around and looking at Nebula one last time, watching her in a deep slumber, knowing she will never wake up again. Then, you feel an arm touch your shoulder, and you turn around, facing a short-haired girl with blue hair. 

‘Are you alright, your highness?” Her voice is soft, easing the tightness you feel in your chest. 

“I’ll be okay once I know my friend is okay and Namjoon is back in my arms,” your voice shakes, succumbing to the anxiety you have been feeling this whole time. 

“I think we should introduce ourselves,” the blue-haired girl announces. “I know you don’t remember us, and I am sure you are wondering what our names are.”

You nod, taking a seat in one of the chairs that were not damaged. Everyone introduces themselves: Mercury, Mars, Venus, Jupiter, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto. Another girl was mentioned, but she wasn’t there, as she was sick in health and could not join the battle. You look at them, their tired faces concerned for you, and as you are about to speak, an older woman with beautiful brown skin and long dark hair comes into the room, holding your magicum. You needed no introduction, as you already knew who she was. 

“Luna!” You cry, quickly getting out of your seat. 

You hug her tightly, her warm embrace soothes like hot tea on a cold winter night. Everything you have experienced is weighing on you, and you unexpectedly break down in tears. You feel it all at once, and it’s hard to breathe; your stomach is tight and full of flutters. Your breasts feel tender as you touch her, and you break away, feeling awkward. 

“Jihyo is okay,” Luna discloses. You exhale deeply, happy that she has been found and is safe. That just leaves you to find Namjoon and be with him at last. 

“Where is Namjoon?” You question her. “I just need my bulls and chariot, and I will go to him now.:

“I don’t think you should go… In your condition,” Luna advises, showing you to your seat. “We have the antidote, and we can just bring him here.”

“I’m fine,” you wave her off, walking to the door. “Just tell me where Namjoon—”

“You’re pregnant,” Luna divulges, stopping you in your tracks. “I don’t think it’s safe.”

“Yeah, no,” you push back. “I am not pregnant. I am totally fine.”

“Y/N, I know a pregnant body when I see one,” Luna retorts, scoffing at your stubbornness. “When is the last time you’ve had a period? Have you been feeling nauseous lately? Has your stomach been feeling hard?”

You open your mouth to protest, but you realize she’s right. The past couple of months, you have not felt like yourself, and you thought it was just stress from everything that has happened. Having a baby was something that was never on your mind. He is in your dreams, for goddess-sake. How can this happen?

“I still need to see him and bring him home myself,” you insist, pushing your thoughts aside. “But I can take someone with me if that will make you feel better.”

Luna nods, motioning for Mars to come with you. You walk out of the tower, your bulls and chariots already waiting for you. You both climb, with Mars telling you where to go, across the moon. 

“Alright then,” you swing the ropes on the chariots, signaling for the bulls to move. “Let’s go.”

You make your way to his location, riding your chariots across the moon to the Diana Valley. You know this place very well, as this is where you spent many picnics with Namjoon; the place is secluded and surrounded by flowers that only blossom in the moonlight. You can see Mercury shining from your left, the sun behind. Any other day you would have loved to see and marvel at the beautiful sight. But you have more pressing matters to bring Namjoon back to you. 

You walk inside the house, and you are greeted by nurses and guards. Artemis comes forward, bowing down out of respect. 

“How is he?” You ask, your eyes not leaving his sight. 

“He is stable, your highness,” he discloses. “We have already given him the antidote, and we were waiting for you.”

“Why?” You implore, walking over to him. 

“In order for him to be fully healed, he needs the kiss of his one true love.”

You raise an eyebrow, not sure if you should believe what you are hearing. Of course, you only hear these things in fairytales, but the way your life has been going the past few years, you might as well be living in one. The staff moves out the way, and you lean down, leaving a sweet kiss on his lips. 

“Come back to me,” you murmur, pushing his hair back from his face. “I need you.”

At that moment, his eyes open slowly, his dilated pupils coming back to normal. The room grows quiet; you can almost hear the breathing from every person.  You don’t try to hold back tears. Instead, you let them fall freely on your hands and clothes, waiting for him to recognize you. 

“Hi, princess,” he mumbles. “Did you miss me?”

Three months later

It took a while to bring him back to a full bill of health, and despite you being six months pregnant, you dote on him every day, making sure he was taken care of. Jihyo was also okay, and you made sure she was good before you took her back to Earth. She had so many questions for you, some you could not really answer herself, but at the end of the day, she was glad that you were okay. 

Finally, Luna explained that you had an essence inside of you that allowed the things that affected your dreams to come over to you in the real world, hence your pregnancy. The Regnum’s engineers worked hard on a way to allow you to travel back and forth between realms, so you could tend to your kingdom, Namjoon and your duties on Earth. You did that for a while, and as much as you enjoy being able to go back and forth whenever you want, you crave  something stable… Something that felt more like home. 

“Namjoon, baby?” You walk into your bedroom and  off your sandals that made your feet ache all day. 

Namjoon is sitting in the bed, reading a book you brought him from Earth about its history. Namjoon has always been an avid reader, and every time you came back home, you made sure to get several books to occupy his time. 

“Hey babe,” Namjoon greets you, closing his book and helping you out of your coat. “Did you make it here safely?”

“Yeah,” you beam at him. “I brought you more books and some pastries from my favorite bakery on Earth.”

You show him the box filled with slices of cake and macaroons, and Namjoon eagerly takes it from you, setting it down on a small table. You change into your pajamas, opting to wear a nightgown as they feel the most comfortable nowadays with your growing belly. You feel this little one growing inside of you, and it has never made you feel closer to Namjoon. You two have always had a strong connection before, but the twins you carry have sealed the deal. You wouldn’t have it any other way. 

You sit down at the table, taking a slice of cake and pouring a couple of tea with it. You eat with Namjoon merrily, talking about your day and your future plans for your children. You are having a nursery built adjacent to your royal quarters, so you can have access to your children at all times. It’s strange, you feel so protective of them, and they aren’t even born yet. Is this what a motherly feeling is?

“Hey,” you take a sip of your tea before continuing. “There is something I want to talk to you about.”

Namjoon nods, setting down his fork and wiping his face with a royal napkin. He grabs your hand, rubbing it with his thumb, encouraging you to say what’s on your mind. 

“I don’t want to travel back and forth anymore,” you babble, your nerves eating at you from the inside. “It’s a lot of traveling back and forth, and as we get closer to the babies coming, I want to stay in one place.”

Namjoon’s face drops a little, and you panic on the inside, not sure how he is taking it. You never have been the best at confessing your feelings in general, but one thing you know for sure is that you want to be where he is. Being with Namjoon feels like home. 

“So,” he clears his throat. “Does this mean that you want to stay on Earth?”

“Huh?” You say. “Stay on Earth? God, no. I want to be here with you.”

Namjoon’s face lights up, and he quickly gets out of his seat, lifting you up in praise. You can’t help but smile; feeling his joy and happiness has always been important to you. It centers your world. 

“Are you sure?” Namjoon looks into your eyes. “What about Jihyo? Your parents?”

“I’ll… work that out,” you sigh, laying your arms around his shoulders. “We are already married, and we are about to start a family. I don’t want to be away from you anymore.”

A light of understanding dawns on Namjoon's eyes, and your heart wants you to kiss him, so you do that. His manly arms are wrapped around your waist but not too tight because your protruding stomach is keeping you two at a distance. 

“I love you,” your voice is barely audible, but it’s loud enough for him to hear you. 

“I love you more, baby,” he says, kissing you on your temple. “I’ll put the cakes away; why don’t you go and lay down.:

At that moment, you yawn; the long travel and incoming itis your body feels from eating your cake is taking over. You get in the bed and fluff up your pillows, waiting for Namjoon to finish putting everything away before you go to sleep. He climbs in shortly after, hugging you close and cradling your stomach. You feel safe in his arms; your security blanket has never felt so good. 

“Baby?” Namjoon whispers. “Do you ever wonder where you would be if we never met on your birthday? Where you would be?”

You turn around and face him, his hands holding yours. 

“Sometimes,” you admit. “But I’m glad I met you that night of the full moon. I know I don’t remember who I was before… I wish I could get those memories back. But maybe this is better; who I am now?”

Namjoon doesn’t say anything more, so you hold each other, falling into a blissful sleep. 

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : husband!Jimin x reader | 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : smut, pwp, fluff | 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : R  | warnings: kissing, nipple play, clit rubbing, fingering, riding, creampie, unprotected sex, a bit of food play | 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 673 | 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : It’s Jimin’s birthday and you server him cake in bed.

9:00 pm

“Hey, birthday boy.”

You walk into your bedroom, holding a plate with sliced chocolate cake and rich white icing. You decorated the cake with blueberries with a single white candle in the middle. You worked on the cake all day and made sure everything was cleaned up, so when he got home, you two were able to enjoy a nice dinner. You took the day off to make sure he could relax and enjoy his day. 

“Aww, babe, that cake looks good,” Jimin smiles, sitting up in the bed. 

You carefully climb on the bed with him, the light from the candle wavering but staying strong. It resembles your relationship with Jimin ironically. You have been married for a year and together overall for three years. You both have experienced rough patches in your relationship, and you wondered if it would last. But as time went on, you both stayed committed to each other and were determined to make it work. 

“Happy birthday, baby,” you whisper, kissing him on the cheek. 

Jimin takes the cake from you, thanking his wife and making a wish. Afterward, he blows out the candle, taking his finger and running it across the icing. He puts it in his mouth, savoring the flavor of the icing before slowly taking his finger out his mouth. He looks hot, with few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned that expose his chest. You have the sudden urge to ride him and make him cum several times. After all, it is his birthday. 

“What did you wish for?” You inquire, settling in the covers next to him. 

“My wish,” he pauses, setting the cake on the nightstand. “Is to make passionate love with my wife tonight.”

“Oh really?” You smirk, raising your eyebrow.

You take off your night slip, exposing your naked body, and climb onto his nap. 

 “Well, it’s your birthday, baby,” you rake his hair with your hands. “Have me however you’d like.”

JImin takes no chances, kissing you hungrily and flipping you on your back. His fingers slide down to your center, rubbing your clit while you moan in his mouth. Your hands find the waist of his pajama bottoms, sliding them down and exposing his hard length. You bite your lip, rubbing your hands across his shaft, while Jimin slips two fingers into your folds. 

“Oh… yes,” you moan. “I love it when you do that.”

His fingers fit snug into your hole, and he breaks his kiss to move to your nipples, sucking on them sensually. His fingers work their magic, his thumb on your clit while two fingers fuck your tight cunt. You love staring in his eyes when he does these things to you; Jimin enjoys watching you fall under his spell and succumbs to him. It works every time. 

“Who’s pussy is this?” Jimin asks, slapping your left breast. 

His fingers increase the pace, wet sounds coming from inside you. Your hands cling onto the sheets, and you scream his name, your orgasm erupting and shattering you like broken glass. Jimin chuckles, slowing his thrusts to allow you to ride out your high before completely removing his fingers together. You take a moment to catch your breath, and Jimin cuts a piece of his cake with a fork, waiting for you to take a bite. 

“I was supposed to make you cum first,” you pout as you eat it. 

Jimin chuckles, taking a bit of the icing and laying it on his tongue. It’s the sexiest thing you have ever seen, and you kiss him, tasting the icing and getting turned on all over again. He then pulls you over his lap, aligning your entrance with his throbbing dick. You sink onto him slowly, moaning together as you feel him deep inside of you. 

“I want you to fuck me like this all night,” Jimin commands, placing his hands on your hips. 

You nod and move your hips, keeping your promise and fucking each other until your pussy is nice and full with his cum.

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pairing: Jin x reader | genre: smut, fluff, establised relationship au | rating: r (18+) | warnings: riding, clit stimulation, pet names, nipple play, creampie | wc: 802 | summary: it’s Jin’s birthday and you both kick it off the right way

[9:00am]

“I love you.”

The words slip out of your mouth breathlessly, your nails digging tightly into his shoulder as your hips roll with the rhythm you set on his cock. It’s your boyfriend Jin’s birthday, and you wanted to surprise him with breakfast in bed, but you find yourself serving cake instead. 

“I know you do,” he taunts you, his thumb rubbing your clit. “I need you to show me how much you love me.”

Those very words take you into overdrive, the electricity surging through your legs as you ride him, quickening your pace. Your thumb graces the corner of his mouth, his succulent lips singing you praises that you’ve heard before, but makes your heart flutter nevertheless. You love him deeply, and every experience with him feels new to you, and you want to shower him with appreciation on his special day.

“God, Jin,” you moan, your eyes connecting with his. “You feel so good. I can feel you so deep inside of me.”

Your moans are in sync with his, Jin’s hands now placed firmly on your ass as you bounce on him. Your breasts jump wildly under your white t-shirt, the feeling of being fucked first thing in the morning taking you into a state of euphoria. It’s his day, but you can’t help but feel like you are being rewarded too… That you are being blessed with his thick cock attacking your walls. 

“You are so sexy,” Jin grunts, lifting up your shirt. “I want to feel you cum all over me, okay?”

He thrusts up into you harder, and all you can do is nod, eager to feel his hot load fill you up and make you whole. Your addiction to him is strong, and at this point, you realize you would do anything for him. You are down bad, and yet, you don’t care.

“Fuck. I’m close,” your stomach tightens as your sweet release is coming. Your right-hand rubs your nub vigorously until you climax, screaming Jin’s name with your windows wide open. Jin doesn’t let up; instead, he wraps his arm around your waist to push himself deeper inside of you. He leaves wet kisses along your breasts, sucking on each nipple as his eyes roll to the back of his head. 

“Shit,” his voice is muffled thanks to your nipple in his mouth. A few hard thrusts later, he fills you up with his seed, nothing more needing to be said as you enjoy this feeling, kissing him passionately. You slowly lift yourself off of him, your pussy sore but feeling satisfied that you kept it all in. 

“That’s a good girl,” Jin whispers, kissing your forehead. “I’m going to run you a bath and get you cleaned up, okay?”

You nod, and Jin goes into the bathroom, and you get out of the bed, stretching in front of the open window. You poke your head out, wanting to feel the morning sun rays against your skin. This is the happiest you have ever been, and you want to relive this feeling again and again. Jin is the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, making you feel like royalty in every way that he can. 

“Come on, princess,” you hear him come behind you, followed by his arms being wrapped around your waist. “I have the bathwater waiting for you.”

You let him lead the way, walking into your bathroom now filled with roses and well-lit candles. You gaze up at him lovingly, and he tries to hide his smile, failing adorably. 

“Is this my birthday or yours?” You joke, stepping into the tub. 

Jin doesn’t answer right away, and you don’t think anything of it. You sink into the water and close your eyes, letting the warm scented water cover your body as you relax. A few minutes pass, and you hear Jin clear his throat, and you open your eyes, being met with Jin holding a small box rectangular open with a silver charm bracelet, with both of your initials in it. 

“I wanted to wait until after dinner tonight to show you, but I couldn’t wait anymore,” Jin gushed, taking the small charm out of the box. 

You beam at him and rise out of the tub, your wet body-hugging his tightly as you thank him. 

“It’s beautiful, Jin,” you chirp. “I want to put it on later when we leave. Can you come into the tub with me?”

You step back into the tub, holding Jin’s hand as he climbs in behind you. The warm water is no match for the body heat Jin’s brings against your skin. It feels like home to you. You relax onto him, his arms wrapped around you in a bear hug. 

“I love you, princess.”

You chuckle, squeezing Jin’s hand, acknowledging his words of affection. 

“I love you more.”

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Isn’t It Ironic? teaser

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: rich boy!Seokjin (BTS) x reader

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛: College Enemies 101 (will post mid Nov.)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, smut, fluff, college au, enemies to lovers au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: R

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: will update on the fic, right now wearing

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: fic will be over 3k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You don't care for Jin that much; He is from a rich prominent family and you come from poor backgrounds who is attending university with a scholarship. You are supposed to despise him with every fiber of your being. So why do you find yourself falling for him instead?

Jin is the bane of your existence. He walks into your Language Studies class with his fancy watch and rich kid aura that makes you want to vomit. Everyone around you talks about how cool he is, and they wish they could be friends with him, or sometimes even be him. But you aren’t fooled by the nice act he gives out. You know, at the end of the day, he is just some spoiled brat living off of his family’s wealth. 

Jin isn’t some stranger to you; you went to prep school together in the Hills. Jin’s family is super-wealthy; they practically everything in your city. He hung around the rich kids in his demographic, whereas you stayed with your small circle, reading books and working hard to make sure you had a college scholarship. His friends were assholes, and that makes him an asshole by default. You hate people like Seokjin Kim.

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