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kthyg · 1 year

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ghoul. — (intoxicated) (m)

[FIFTH INSTALMENT OF GHOUL SERIES: INTOXICATED]

"I'll pleasure you like how you deserved."

After dinner, Taehyung brought you to his house and took you like you were his.

pairing: taehyung x reader

rating: M for Mature

genre: tokyo ghoul au, soulmate au, smut, gore

disclaimer: this story is a work of fiction. descriptions of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

warning: drugging, non con/dub con sexual activities (oral f receiving, fingering, body worshipping, oc is conscious but not really..., manhandling - softly tho), emotional and sentimental tae also ruthless tae, jimin js wants the best but got hurt instead, there's so much gore in this, cannibalism (heavy on this).

word count: 4.2k+

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note from winter 💌:

this chapter contains heavy themes :( i do hope you know your triggers before proceeding. i trust u with ur own triggers so pls, read if comfortable, skip if uncomfortable.

💌 what is winter listening to? : consume by chase atlantic ft, goon des garcons

📝 if you want to know more about this au, you can refer to lexicon & profiles. any other questions you can refer to me !!

dedication: sleep demon pt.3

You weren’t his soulmate.

You weren’t his friend.

You weren’t even his acquaintance.

But Taehyung had to call his chauffeur to bring you somewhere – he doesn’t care where as long as you and he were away from the coldness. He had no idea where your house was, and he definitely didn't want to go through your phone just to call your 'soulmates' to ask for your house location. So, he was bringing you to his house instead.

When his driver arrived, he immediately got in and turned the heat up enough to warm you up quickly. As he laid you on his lap, your cheeks were red from the cold breeze outside. His hands found their place on your cheeks as he helped you warm up. Your chest rose and fell slowly and steadily once your body temperature returned normal. Your breathing was shallow, and it made Taehyung panic unknowingly.

Once he was satisfied with the heat of your body, only then did he let go. He detached his hands from your face and stroked your head, occasionally brushing through your hair when he heard you purring in contentment.

You and his other soulmate, Yoongi, would make a great pair, he thought. Yoongi liked whenever his soulmates stroked his hair.

Yoongi’s true persona was Taehyung's hidden persona. The cold and aloof persona. If you could get used to his, you’d have no problem with Yoongi’s. But then why would he even think of getting you into his relationship?

He knew that you and Yoongi hated each other – from Jimin – although you didn’t seem like someone who could hate on someone. From the previous hours of talking with you, he could conclude that you were a soft-hearted person – being obsequious was your nature, not a façade. But that doesn’t make you any less of a great ghoul investigator. You were an excellent ghoul investigator: an investigator that never hesitated to kill any ghoul in the name of duty, the second woman to have made it to Associate Special Class rank – the first one being Jimin’s younger sister, aka your best friend, Rosé, or Park Roseanne or also Park Chaeyoung – you were a very remarkable woman with exceptional skill in KCCG.

You were very impressive for a pure human, and being in the Jeon clan was a plus point – despite being the adopted child. Your background was honestly fascinating to Taehyung. He knew you were not originally from Korea and were from Japan, but he didn’t know how you were brought here, by who, when, or what happened – he wanted to know that.

He better asked his soulmate, then. Jungkook was extremely close to you for all that he knew.

Before Rosé became the first female Investigator of Special Class, almost all the ghoul investigators were males. There were only a few female investigators during her early years in KCCG and before you joined the organisation. The highest most female investigators have climbed in rank was First Class, and they all retired at one point. Still, Rosé broke the record impressively and earned two honourable titles: KCCG's first female Special Class Investigator and Investigator of Special Class.

She was likely to follow her older brother to become the best of the best, especially when her older sister, the first female born in the Park siblings, could not take up the duty of being a ghoul investigator.

There was a reason why most ghoul investigators retired at the rank of First Class. Associate Special Class and Special Class investigators were both difficult to achieve. They required strenuous efforts and great willingness because not everyone would want to dedicate their whole life to their career, especially if they were mediocre. KCCG gave these ranks to the most robust investigators. They could be earned by a person easily or through ten times the hard work to earn First Class. You would be an excellent example of the latter: you have trained for years in the Ghoul Training Academy. Rosé, however, was exempted from training and jumped to the honorary Rank 3.

Again, there was a reason for it.

She was a half-human.

Every half-human owned superstrength physical capabilities. Since the Kim clan took over KCCG from the Jung, they have exploited half-humans in their best interest in exterminating ghouls. Take three of Taehyung’s clan members: Jin, his older brother; Jisoo, his younger sister; and Mingyu, his paternal half-brother – They were all half-humans.

“We’ve arrived,” the chauffeur announced.

Taehyung acknowledged with a nod as he carefully adjusted his position while trying not to wake you up. The chauffeur opened the door, and Taehyung got out with you in his arms as he made a beeline toward the building entrance. As he walked into the building, the chauffeur watched him with a look that showed Taehyung’s actions and behaviour were highly unusual.

Taehyung has never, ever carried a woman.

Not even the victims of his cannibalism.

And his mannerism around you? That spoke a lot.

He entered the luxuriously fitted building he had been sharing with his soulmates, but most were not around. He knew because almost every floor was devoid of lights, although it was almost midnight; Namjoon was a work freak – he rarely came home. Hoseok was probably settling the uproar at 10th ward with Rosé. Jimin, Jungkook, and Yoongi joined the research about the newly found drug that had been spreading in 21st ward at the KCCG laboratory, and Jin had been staying at the Kim Main House for the past few days.

But even if his soulmates were around, he wouldn’t hesitate to bring you in. He could easily avoid everyone except Jimin because he would always barge into his floor, but that was nothing Taehyung couldn’t prevent. Taehyung stepped into the elevator, and the system automatically scanned his eyes. After successfully receiving the input, the screen showed the floor destination, Taehyung’s floor.

The elevator arrived with a ding, and the door slid open.

The veil of darkness obscured his vision immediately after the elevator’s door closed. He couldn’t bring himself to switch on the main hall's power source because he had already strode down the hallway to his room, clearly not minding the darkness. Once he reached his room, he delicately placed you on his bed and knelt next to the bed, his long fingers ghosting the side of your face. Longingness flashed in his eyes as he rested his face on his arms.

You were so beautiful; had he told you that?

His fingers began to trace from your jaw to your cheek and the bridge of your nose. His thumb caressed your flushed cheek softly as if you were so fragile that one rough touch could break you.

It was weird.

It wa weird that touching you felt so normal.

It was weird that Taehyung felt the need to pleasure you to redeem the hell you’ve been put through.

He heard about the rough training session you and his soulmates had last week. At first, he didn’t care, but now that he had quality time with you, he couldn’t help but feel bad about the rough treatment you received from your superiors. He could still see the scar on your cheek that you had covered with the concealer, which you had undoubtedly gotten from the training. Jimin had been so gracious to bestow him the minute of meeting (or training).

Taehyung rose to his feet and sat next to you. The bed dipped to his side once his weight settled on the soft mattress. His hand travelled from your face to your left lumbar region. From what Jimin had described, he remembered precisely where your wounds would be. He pulled up your shirt to expose your stomach to his eyes. He propelled two fingers as if to inspect an injury on the bruised left side of your waist. A pained moan escaped your lips immediately when he pushed. He didn’t let the pain linger longer as he pulled away to leave the room.

He returned with a packet of pills and a glass of water.

You stirred awake when you felt Taehyung lightly tapping his fingers on your cheek and his voice calling your name. It was no different than when your eyes had been closed; darkness still clouded your vision. You could make out the bedroom layout, the furniture, and Taehyung’s unreadable face just barely because of the enormous window that allowed lights from the bright outside city to illuminate the room.

“Take these,” he handed you a laminated packet of pills. “It’ll help you with the pain.”

You didn’t bother to ask what medicine he handed over as you popped it out of its packet. Taehyung brought a glass of water to help ease the pills' movement into your system. “Thank you,” you muttered groggily.

You weren’t exactly in pain.

What pain did he mean?

"I feel funny." You told him.

You saw his soft smile as he stroked your hair. His voice was mellifluously low as he spoke, “Given that you're drunk and all.”

No, it wasn't just that. Of course, the fact that you were in Taehyung's place, drunk as fuck, and on his bed was already funny. You were slowly losing your senses. What pills did he give you? You couldn't feel your limbs anymore.

"I'm guessing you've noticed it by now."

What?

"Tae–"

He quickly shushed you softly as he continued, “Don’t worry. It’s a temporary effect.” He leaned into your face, his eyes looking at you so… lovingly, so full of emotions. The eyes that had been staring at you with nothing but a dull gaze were now looking at you like you were the only person that mattered. Were the pills harmless even if the effect was only temporary?

His palm cupped your cheek, his thumb caressing so gently, so softly that it almost had you close your eyes to enjoy it. You could feel your body slowly burning up as seconds passed. It must be from one of the pills he gave. You cursed at yourself for being so careless and vulnerable. “I want you to rest properly…”

“While I pleasure you.”

Lost in confusion, you only stared at his eyes, trying to understand his meaning. The question was on the tip of your tongue, but Taehyung didn’t seem like he would answer you as he dived into your neck, inhaling vehemently. His hands glided to your wrists. The feeling of his fingers feathering around your pulse made your heart bloom with warmth, as much as you wished it didn’t. Taehyung locked his fingers around your wrists and pinned them above your head.

Your heart squeezed at his manoeuvring; All of his movement was painstakingly tender that your heart hurt.

His hand pressed on your wrists enough to restrict any movement from you. His dark orbs scanned your flushed face and body as his free hand slithered the curve of your body, “So delicate… My dainty cherry,” purred Taehyung.

Your mind was still hazy from the alcohol; you hadn’t had the chance to sober up properly, not now when Taehyung had given you those pills. You could feel your limbs again, albeit not entirely; they felt heavy. You groaned when you tried to move your arm but stood no chance against Taehyung’s grip.

“You don’t need to move at all, princess,” he told you; his palm cupped your sex, eliciting a gasp from you. “I’ll gladly do all the work.”

His hand reached to deftly undo your pants and the other piece of fabric under them. The cold breeze against your flushed skin felt like nothing when Taehyung covered his hand around the skin of your thigh. His calloused hand stroked your thigh until it reached dangerously near your heat again, making you squirm in response.

“So responsive, aren’t you?” Taehyung cooed. “I barely even started.”

His delicate fingers reached to play with your folds. He spread them and blew air, causing goosebumps on your skin. There was a glint of amusement in his eyes, and you could only think of one thing; you were wet. He traced a finger and dragged it along the line of your vulva.

“Can I kiss you?” He gazed deeply into your eyes. His gaze was nothing short of like a man in love. Whispering, he added, “Please?”

Even so, Taehyung didn’t wait for you to answer as he lowered himself and captured your lips. He kissed you hard, devouring you. His wet muscle intruded your mouth, deepening the kiss. You were out of breath, but Taehyung didn’t seem to care as he continued to fuck your mouth with his hot tongue.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips when you felt digits delve into your pussy. You managed to break the kiss (because Taehyung let you do so), but his lips still hovered dangerously close to yours as he continued to finger you vigorously, forcing moans to spill from your lips. You sobbed uncontrollably when you felt his fingers reach the spot of intense pleasure. Your face was stained with tears and saliva, both yours and Taehyung’s. He sloppily kissed and licked your face while his fingers were inside you, making you a wet, wrecking mess.

“Taking my fingers so well,” husked Taehyung. “Like you were meant for me.”

Moans and whines were spilt uncontrollably from your lips, but they were a beautiful, mellow tune for Taehyung. He got off your pretty voice, crying out his name or just incoherent words.

“Do you like it, cherry?” He asked in between kisses. “Has anyone ever touched you? You’re so tight around my fingers.”

You couldn’t respond to him when you knew this was wrong, but you felt good. You wouldn’t respond to him because it was such a personal question to be asked.

Why would he even care?

If trying to get laid was his objective this whole time, your experience wouldn’t have mattered to him.

You turned your face away from him to avoid any more intimate kissing and licking from him, but, of course, Taehyung wasn’t going to let you. His hand that was on your wrists reached for your jaw and turned you to face him again.

His voice was rough and thick with malice as he rasped. “Answer me.”

“N—No one has ever—” You sputtered.

He seemed satisfied with your answer as he fastened the pace, his fingers abusing your sweet spot, making you see stars. His lips travelled down to your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the expanse of your skin. His hot breath fanned your ears as he whispered silkily, “Cum for me, pretty girl.”

Fire had been pooling in your lower abdomen long enough that when he huskily commanded you, the spring coiled tightly one last time before you shattered around his fingers. Your body dissolved into pleasure as everything cut to white noise, drowning the soft praises that spilt from Taehyung’s lips for you as he slowly pulled out his fingers that were coated with your essence – not before playing with the swollen lips, pushing you to overstimulation and eliciting a string of strangled moans from you.

Taehyung released your wrists, but you made no effort to move them to cover your face even though you desperately wanted to hide your face from his gaze. You could only afford to close your eyes in hopes of passing out – hoping that the veil of darkness would cover you fully, your vision and mind, so you could brush this off as a nightmare. You were embarrassed and humiliated that you had enjoyed having his fingers pleasuring you and giving you an orgasm (after so long). You did nothing to escape him when he had clearly forced his way with you.

Who should you blame in a situation like this?

You almost slipped into unconsciousness when you felt tappings on your cheek, followed by his voice.

“Don’t fall asleep on me just yet,” Taehyung cooed. “I’m not done with you.”

Before you could protest, he turned your body over, stomach flat on the soft mattress and your back exposed to his eyes. His movement was so fast, and you could finally comprehend his true control over you. You tried to turn around again – to push him away. To kick him off you. To do anything to get away from him and this place.

But the Special Class Investigator climbed on top of you as quickly as he flipped you over.

“Tae?” Jimin entered his soulmate’s apartment after he had rung the doorbell and entered the passcode. The first thing he did when he stepped into Taehyung’s territory was to cover his nose. The air was reeking of sex, and there could be only one reason. The space was seemingly endless as no lights were on, looking like nothing but a black hole. Had he not heard the rustling of a comforter from his partner’s bedroom, he would’ve thought no one was home.

Making his way toward Taehyung’s bedroom, he switched on the hallway’s lights. Once he reached the bedroom, he twisted the doorknob and invited himself in without knocking or making his presence known again. He didn’t need to. It was unlike for there to be anyone other than his soulmate.

“Again with new victim?”

Or his soulmate and his victim. Probably dead, or if she was lucky, Jimin had come right before Taehyung ate her. “I restocked your fridge with enough meats to last until the end of this week,” Jimin crossed his arms. Taehyung’s room was so dark that he could barely see the victim’s nor his soulmate’s face. But why did he catch a glimpse of you?

No, Taehyung wouldn’t be so stupid to hunt for doves now, would he?

Sighing, he pinched his temple and walked towards the bed where his soulmate was; hearing that Taehyung didn’t say anything in return – which was extremely odd – he continued, “If you ran out of it early, you could’ve just told–”

The pillow looked a lot like your face now. Has he gone mad because of Namjoon’s drastic decision to remove you from his squad to the point he hallucinated?

Fuck no, he wasn’t.

That was you. (Y/N).

“What the fuck, Kim Taehyung!?” Jimin roared and immediately stormed to the bed, body filled with pure unadulterated rage. “Get off her!”

He kept the thought of sharing you with his other soulmates as a safe notion, but not when he was seeing red: threat and danger surrounding you. It kicked off his primal instinct. You were hovered over by Taehyung, eyes shut and face red like a rose as you lay unmoved.

He must’ve drugged you.

“Another step,” Taehyung said, voice dripping with malice. “And I’ll bite your head off.”

Red luminous glow.

That made Jimin pause his step abruptly. Was his soulmate serious about his threat to the point that he activated his kakugan? He truly didn’t want to engage in a fight at the moment – especially with his soulmate. Taking a deep breath, Jimin tried again, this time with a gentle and slow voice. “Let her go, Taehyung.”

“Get out.” Taehyung didn’t miss a beat, quickly dismissing his soulmate with animosity.

A muscle in his jaw twitched. “Kim–”

“I said. Get. Out.”

That was enough to snap Jimin’s thin patience as he immediately took another step, disregarding his soulmate’s threat. Still, Taehyung was quicker as his mouth connected to the junction of your shoulder and neck. The crown of his teeth dug into your flesh deeply, blood starting to ooze out from the wound. He tore your flesh, completely detaching it from you. The drug must be wearing off because a painful moan escaped your lips, followed by a soft sobbing.

Darkness started flowing into Jimin’s sclera like ink, and prominent red veins surrounded the eye and the skin around the eye. His iris transformed into bright red, glowing with malice. Simultaneously, a scale-red kagune was generated and pierced through the back of Jimin’s body and shirt. The liquid muscles whizzed towards Taehyung and wrapped themselves around his body, pulling him away from you with mighty force.

“Namjoon will be hearing about this,” Jimin reprimanded his soulmate before he immediately walked towards you with urgency. He brought his hand to inspect your wound and could only sigh at the severity. Taehyung’s infliction of pain on you was a ghoul to human. You were neither half-ghoul nor ghoul, not even a half-human. You didn’t have the ability to regenerate or recover your injury as quickly as the listed species. The only way you could make it out of here alive was to boost up your Rc cells – at least temporarily before he brought you to Namjoon.

Jimin bit off his flesh and lowered himself to you. His hand gripped your jaw to force it open, but the sudden force caused you to thrash around, trying to remove his hand.

“Stop moving unless you want to die (Y/N).” He chided.

Had you not been drugged and half of your body could not move properly according to your will, you would’ve slapped him across the face. Your blood was boiling: the nerve to say that when he was no different than the other guy.

The person that bit off your flesh was apparently his soulmate, and you trusted neither of them equally.

“Fuck off.” You spat as you took out your hidden quinque: Ifraft and Abksol. Summoning any excess energy, you stabbed Jimin’s arm, piercing his flesh so profoundly. Save the guilt and remorse for another time as your body and mind enter fight-or-flight mode.

“Fucking hell–” He lurched back from the sudden attack. “(Y/N)!”

You didn’t just attack because of distrust.

Bringing one of your knees closer, you kicked Jimin off the bed and tried to get up. The luminosity of his red eye increased as he glared at you. He managed to get up and look perfectly unscathed.

“Y–You…” The realisation had you tongue-tied and spluttered as tears coursed down your face, blood still oozing from the open wound. “You’re a ghoul…”

You attacked him because he was the species you dutifully needed to exterminate.

“(Y/N),” Jimin began, voice unwavering. “I really need you to cooperate with me right now if you don’t want to die. It’s only a matter of time before your wound becomes fatal to your life if untended.”

“Thank you, but I can walk to the nearby hospital.” You turned down his proposal with a stern gaze.

“And risk you exposing us?” His voice lowered a pitch, and his eyes darkened. “Not a chance, (Y/N).”

His kagune generated another scaled tentacle and whizzed its way toward you. You were quick to cut through his soft kagune with the daggers in your hands, but just with that defence movement, you were already out of breath. You clutched onto the blades like they were your lifeline.

‘It’s only a matter of time before your wound becomes fatal to your life if untended.’

Fuck…

It would be best if you made it to the door and out of this place, call Mingyu or Minghao and–

“You spoke your thoughts out loud, honey.” It wasn’t Jimin’s voice.

Before you or even Jimin could even turn to the one and only person the voice could’ve come from, a pair of kagune latched itself to your wrists, simultaneously yanking away your weapon. Taehyung had broken free from Jimin’s rinkaku grip by summoning his own kagune. His scale-red tentacles pierced through Jimin’s, and immediately, the liquid muscles disappeared into thin air because the weak bond between the Rc cells in his kagune was disturbed by a sudden greater force.

Taehyung’s movement was fast as he ripped off his own flesh and forced it on you by shoving the piece down your throat without mercy. His voice was rough as he gritted out a command for you to chew on his flesh. His hand covered almost the lower half of your face to prevent you from spitting the flesh out.

The force he put on you was pressuring and suffocating.

You were vulnerable.

Your wrists were held down by Taehyung’s rinkaku, immobilising you at once.

“Eating his flesh one time won’t turn you into a ghoul,” Jimin said from afar. It almost sounded as if to soothe, but his voice was incomprehensible given the situation at hand, and you have long gone into fight-or-flight mode. His whole kagune disappeared into thin air, and his eye was restored to its normal state, leaving only Taehyung in his ghoul form. “It will only boost your Rc cells before we can bring you to the doctor.”

You were forced to accept his flesh with the force Taehyung put in his hand on your mouth. The soft muscle has no way out; way in was the only way. You tightly clenched your eyes as you chewed and let the flesh enter your body. You could taste the blood, thick on your taste bud, and most likely to leave behind a lingering after-taste. Tears formed at the corner of your eyes, and it took you by surprise when you felt something brush the tears away.

“I’m sorry you got to know it this way,” Jimin spoke softly as his thumb gently wiped away the tears that had escaped your eyes. “Let go of her, Tae.”

Taehyung was unmoving. His gaze was hard on you. It was a gaze of malice that mixed with sombreness. His red scale tentacles let go of your wrists and travelled to your neck – to where your pulse was, just above the wound.

“You took a prevention medication, didn’t you?”

#kthyg : ghoul #taehyung x reader #yandere bts #taehyung smut #bts smut #taehyung angst #bts angst #yandere taehyung #taehyung x oc #taehyung x you #taehyung imagine #bts imagine #taehyung scenario #bts scenarios

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rosewould · 2 months

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siren iv

genre; smut

warnings; sub!reader, dom!jaemin, tit in mouth, cunnilingus, rough PIV, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (it was an accident this time), PLEASE DON'T WATCH THIS AS AN INDICATER OF MY SKILL OR REGULAR QUALITY IT'S JUST FOR FUNSIES, IT'S LITERALLY UNEDITED PLS

preface; what the caps said in the warnings^

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“Do you guys think we’ll get a say this time?” Yunho asks from his bed as he stares up at the ceiling.

Mingyu shrugs, licking his bottom lip to conceal his smirk. “I dunno.” He stretches before resting his arms behind his head.

“Isn’t the whole point of the show that the girls take control.” Taehyun grunts, curling the dumbbell in his right hand toward his chest.

“Of course you don’t care.” Jake mumbles.

The tone sounds and everyone halts except Taehyun.

“Will Jaemin, Mingyu, Yunho, and Jake please make their way to the living room.”

The reactions range from laughter, shock, to loaded sighs.

“D’you care now– why’d I even ask.” Jake stops himself once he sees Taehyun switch to a plank.

Once downstairs, they notice four tables with envelopes on them. Only one has more than one envelope.

“Please stand at the table with your name on it.”

All four men stand atop the platform where they’re assigned. “Open your envelopes.”

Jaemin pulls out his note quickly, hoping to finally find out what’s going on.

‘Your garnet gal ;)’ Jaemin shudders at the cheesiness but can’t get rid of his smile.

“In order to head out on a special date, you must correctly guess who wrote you the note. If you have more than one, feel free to choose.”

-🖊️⇝

The tone sounds again, this time in the ladies’ room.

“Will Chaeyeon and ___ please make their way to the living room.”

Everyone reacts in confusion except for Chaeyeon, who doesn’t even look up from her book. Roseanne and Yizhuo wave goodbye hesitantly at the both of you.

When you get down there, Mingyu and Jaemin are waiting for you both. You smile at Jaemin, hoping he saw your horrible note.

“Men, pair up with your woman.”

Mingyu smiles at you as he steps down from the platform and your heart jumps. Is he coming over to you?

He passes by and you nearly fall to your knees in relief. You lean slightly on Jaemin once he stands beside you.

Chaeyeon and Mingyu leave first in a separate car. Yours pulls up shortly after. You groan in the backseat. “What now.”

“I know, I hate when they’re secretive about stuff.”

“Why were you two downstairs?” You grasp at straws to get some semblance of understanding.

“There were originally four of us, everyone but Taehyun. We had to guess who these notes were from.”

Your face lights up as you turn toward him. He scowls at you. “Yes I got your stupid note.” As soon as you open your mouth to respond he’s talking over you with vague positive responses.

“I have so much rizz don’t I?”

“Ye- absolutely not.” His face pinches in disgust. “I never want to hear you say that word again.”

You don’t get to rebut as you notice where the car is stopping. “An amusement park?!”

The two of you practically sprint into the indoor park, discovering that it’s been rented out for just the two of you. This time you take the reins, as amusement parks are your expertise.

“First you want to get on a ride close to the entrance. It stops you from wasting the beginning of your trip by walking around, and it gets your heart rate up right away.” You blab on all the way to the train. You settle in your seat and notice you’ve been the only person talking for the past ten minutes. You throw a cautious glance at Jaemin who’s smiling at you.

“Got any more info?”

You smack his arm, feeling butterflies unrelated to being strapped into a rollercoaster. He’s fucking with you, he’s not actually interested. You puff air into your cheeks.

“Clear for takeoff.”

Without having to account for line lengths, parts of your routine are useless. You usually just get the most popular ones out of the way.

“Let’s ride this one!” Jaemin points out yet another thrill ride. The joke you have about him being an adrenaline junkie fails to come out. You chalk it up to letting him have fun and not you being drawn in by his smile. When he smiles genuinely, it brings a new energy to his entire demeanor.

So you refrain from making jabs at him, feeling giddy about him doing the same. The thought of him genuinely enjoying your company makes it feel like you’re floating. While walking to the exit you– despite only thinking it happened in movies– feel the urge to pinch yourself. Your brain is refusing to ground itself.

In the car you inch your pinky toward his. You’re clearly still in la-la-land if you’re making such a bold move. You from middle and high school are screaming in dread and anticipation. You snap your head away, not wanting to see the results but still not chickening out. Your hand flinches when you feel his pinky wrapping around yours.

You can feel his eyes on you but your neck is suddenly locked in place. An intoxicating feeling bubbles to the surface until it forces a grin onto your face. Jaemin reaches to hold your entire hand and his skin sears yours.

Again you’re distracted by where you’re being pulled into. It’s not the beach house, it’s a hotel. The building stretches high enough that your neck cranes back far to observe it. There’s a striking pop of red that disrupts the black exterior. That extends to the inside once you and Jaemin get to your room. The entire room is exclusively black and red with the exception of the cream floors. It’s sophisticated, eye-catching, seductive. Maybe that’s your adrenaline still soaring while Jaemin still holds your hand. With only amusement park snacks in your system, you and Jaemin jump to the hotel menu. Jaemin whispers off things to order while you relay them to the woman on the phone.

“Patbingsu.” Jaemin whispers what feels like the fiftieth food item and you can’t help snorting into the receiver. This poor woman and poor whoever that has to gather this viking feast.

The person who has to edit the footage of you two eating will most likely hate you guys. It’ll just consist of caveman grunts as you both scarf down as much food as you can until you can’t take anymore. You guys do talk, but only to gush over how amazing the food is.

“Chaeyeon and Mingyu are great, but this is what I’m talking about.” You say as you near the end of the feast.

“Yup.” Jaemin lets out a satisfied sigh as he leans back in his chair. “I was holding my tongue.”

“No you weren’t.” Oh god. You quickly seal your lips but it’s too late. You just know the editor just sat up in their chair. “You complimented Chaeyeon.”

Jaemin nods, thinking hard as chews the remnants of his final bite. “I was being nice, the meat was a little gray and dry.” He just shrugs and wipes off his hands. That ended clean enough, so just drop it.

“What do you think Chaeyeon’s note was?” You snicker, playing it off as lighthearted curiosity. Jaemin laughs as well. “Imagine if she did an acrostic poem?”

You both look at each other before bursting into an even bigger fit of laughter.

He catches his breath, “Charming, Hot, Adorable, Enchanting–”

“Is that so?” You tilt your head into the air and tongue your cheek. He dramatically rolls his eyes. “Tell us how you really feel Jaemin.” Fake it until you make it is a very important mantra for you. However, no matter how much you pretend you’re joking, you can’t get rid of the annoyance.

“I’m sorry ma’am–”

“I’m going to bed.” You announce with your arms crossed. You hear him call after you before hearing his feet speed toward you. Your heart lurches as you run away from him, the adrenaline coming back with a startled giggle. You look back to see he’s much closer than you thought and shriek. Before you can maneuver around the bed he’s already wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Where are you going?” He whispers hotly in your ear. You squirm, nerve endings throughout your body bursting with energy. His mouth brushing your ear makes your core clench. You gasp, pulling away from him.

“I’m going to take a shower. Are you gonna chase me there too?” You say, trying to straighten out the shakiness in your voice. You glance back, your curiosity getting the best of you only to see him smirking. He grabs the bottom hem of his shirt before pulling over his head. He captures his bottom lip with his teeth.

“Maybe.”

Energy flutters through you, making you shove the door closed with more strength than you intend. If you weren’t a wimp, you’d take a cold shower. There’s no way you can play with yourself tonight, and if he keeps riling you up like this it’ll be the only thing you can do. Your sudsy hands travel over your body, inching toward your heat. You stop yourself, he probably needs to get in the bathroom too.

When you come out he’s sitting on the bed in only a towel.

“What are you doing?” You gasp, approaching him frantically. You cover him up with a pillow which he throws away with a chuckle.

“Do you remember what I said?”

You’re too flustered and your body feels so hot. You don’t get the chance to discover what he’s talking about before he explains himself.

“I took my shirt off, joked about coming into the bathroom with you, and now we’re both here basically naked. The cameras have been off.”

You’re shoved back to that moment outside of the bathroom. It was so brief when he had you holding your breath, wondering if he was seriously going to come in with you. Except this time it’s much longer, and you’re much closer. Your faces are hovering close while you both have flimsy cloths protecting your modesty.

“So?” He asks and you wish he hadn’t. You don’t want to verbalize what you want. Ultimately you don’t want to have to explain to your mother why you basically have a sex tape on television. You clench your eyes shut, desperately wanting that thought to fade away.

“Are you hot?” Jaemin tries, resting his hands on your shoulders. Your eyes flutter open. It’s hard to think of anything with him touching you. And yes, now that he’s drawn your attention to it, your body is burning up. You nod and his brows jump, but he doesn’t do anything. You thought that was the ideal outcome a few minutes ago. You’d both narrowly escape this risky situation and get to bed. But you wouldn’t be able to sleep. You wouldn’t be able to huddle under the covers because of the fire burning you up. You desperately need to cool down. And you need help.

You slowly untie your robe, heart thumping as his eyes travel down. Jaemin finishes the job by slipping the fabric down your shoulders. The action is slow but is followed by him yanking you onto his lap. The yelp you go to let out is caught in your throat once you feel him under you.

He throws his head back, leaning forward again only to take you in. You felt vulnerable then, but even more so when he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. His mouth is plush and warm, interrupted by the sharp sensation of him biting you. All that you can manage are fragmented whimpers as your body attempts to register each sensation. He loops his arms around your waist tight as you arch into his mouth. He switches in between the two, giving them an equal amount of love

Your moans grow until they’re no longer fragmented and you’re grinding into him unabashedly. You’ve only felt a tongue in your mouth, never had you imagined how good it would feel elsewhere. Jaemin is vastly different from your first. From the way he flips you over and kisses down your body to his sinful eyes as he reaches your heat. You’re so, so hot. You crave his tongue to put out the fire. When he laves at your slit, it’s almost like you can hear the hiss of a fire being extinguished. Silky spit coats your lower lips as he tongues you open. It feels immoral to feel this good. Especially from something so disgusting. The sound, the slimy sensation, his mouth being latched on to an area it wasn’t made for.

It’s so good that your moans become pained, unable to contain how good you feel. You’re about to cum harder than you have in your whole life. Harder than your ex ever made you cum, that’s for sure. And so you giggle as you’re right on the cusp.

“I’m gonna cum–”

And then he kisses back up your body, dark eyes and mussed hair complimenting his cocky grin. Annoying you further. He pushes his tip in before you can complain. He’s so thick you think he may just not go in. But then he pulls back before slipping in further, your cunt sucking him in. You shudder out a moan, choking on it as he starts smacking his hips against yours. You wonder how thick these walls are, just how separated you are from the other people on this floor. Can they hear you screaming out and the bed frames banging against the wall?

A slightly frightening thought intercepts in your mind. Your neck cranes, checking every corner of the room.

Jaemin laughs, “Are you looking for cameras?”

You stare at him doe eyed as if you’ve been caught doing something bad. It should be easy to say yes with the reason being obvious. But you nod again, afraid to speak.

“Yeah? Are you afraid they’re watching us right now? Or…” Jaemin slams forward, sheathing fully inside you and knocking the air out of you. He stays in that suffocating position, stuffed fully into your guts as he leans down. “Are you excited by that?”

He wraps his hand around your throat, looking at you as if he already knows the answer.

“How many people do you think are monitoring the cameras? Making sure we’re not in danger only to find my cock deep inside you.” He exhales hotly on your cheek and you bite your lip, overflowing with arousal.

“I can feel you clenching. What a pretty slut you are.” He mutters next to your ear. A squeeze of your throat sends arousal gushing out of you, catching you both by surprise. Your hips snap up, legs trembling as your orgasm is squeezed out of you.

“Dirty girl.” He sneers, keeping his grip on your throat as you ride out your high.

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