Trope: Rebel Leader x Accidentally Involved Civillian
"One word and I'll go full hooligan on you. And you and I both know that you'll like it"
FYA
Kim Taehyung x Reader
Trope: Fratboy x Good Girl (with a secret wild side)
"We have all night baby, so why do you want me to go faster?"
2.0
Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Trope: Underground Fighter x Ring Doctor
"Then, how about you show me something I can't forget?"
No. 29
Min Yoongi x Reader
Trope: Gang Leader x Rival's Sister
"Stop talking already and ride me!"
SWIM
Kim Seokjin x Reader
Trope: Couple's First Fight
"Ready for me to break that silent treatment of yours?"
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âSummary: Dancing has always been J-Hope's greatest passion; a passion so infectious it also inspires you to chase after your own. Throughout countless dance practices, the two of you grow closer... Until the pursuit of your dreams is weighed down by ambition and unspoken emotions.
Side step to the left, right hand up, side step to the right, left hand up, go back to the original position, pop chest twice, one step forward, spin once, two steps backwards, spin again.
Heavy pants fill the empty dance studio where you practise dancing every day. One dance routine after the other, you memorise each step diligently and train your body to match every microbeat of the music.
Slide to the left, wiggle hips, repeat the same to the right, go back to the original position, do three body waves, stretch hands to the front, bring them back, spin three times.
Your audition to a K-pop Idol company is a few days away and you need to get at least one choreography perfect, down to the last detail. Wiping the sweat off your forehead with your black wristband, you plop down to the ground to catch your breath.
I don't have time to rest for long.
Everything has to be perfect!
Taking a few quick sips from your water bottle, you rise to your aching feet and stretch out your arms to relieve some of the muscle pain. Having gotten the steps down to this particular routine, you decide to go through them with music this time. Pressing 'play' to a specific song on your phone, you count down to the beat before swiftly moving your body to match it.
Side step to the left, right hand up, side step to the right, left hand up, go back to the original position, pop chest twice, step backwards- No! Forward, step forward! Ugh!
Growling in agitation you stop your movements and press 'replay' to go again. Repeating the steps in your mind, you focus on the beat and begin to count down again.
Five, six, seven, eight-
No! I'm going too fast!
You press 'replay'.
No! I'm going too slow!
You press 'replay'.
Slide to the right, wiggle hips- No! First, slide to the left and then to the right!
Damn it Y/N, concentrate!
Stilling your body, you let out a frustrated sigh as your hands form into fists and your nails dig into your palms. The music echoes in the empty dance studio but your swirling troubled thoughts drown it out. Plopping down to the ground with your legs stretched out, you rest your head on your palms groaning.
Why can't I get it right!? I've been practicing tons of choreographies for a whole week now and I can't get any of them perfectly right.
"There you are Y/N! Your mum let me in and I knew I'd found you here practising for your big audition- Hey, what's wrong?".
His cheerful voice lowers with a hint of worry when he sees you crouched on the ground. You lift your head up, surprised to see him but already feeling at ease by his perky presence and his sweet smile.
"It's no big deal. I'm fine, Hobi".
Adressing your best friend with his nickname, you manage a small smile to cover up your troubled expression. You don't want to distract him with your problems, when he has his own audition to the K-pop powerhouse company 'JYP entertainment' coming up.
"You can't fool me. I know when my best friend is troubled. Tell me what's on your mind".
You should have known better; he knows you so well, he can see right through you. Every time he notices that something has been bothering you, he will leave you with no choice but to open up to him.
This time...
is no different.
"It's just... I keep messing up the steps!".
You exclaim slamming your hands to the ground, openly showing how upset you are. Huffing loudly and hugging your knees to your chest, a small pout forms on your lips. Your short pity party is put to an end when his open palm appears in your line of vision making you look up at him.
"Show me".
With a long sigh, you take his hand letting him pull you up from the ground. You watch as he steps away to give you some space before you press the 'play' button on your phone. The music soon fills the empty garage once again as you start to go through one of the routines you've been practising on.
"It's just as I suspected...".
You hear Hoseok mutter as you try to catch your breath at the end of your dancing. You glance up at him only to see him studying you thoughtfully with his hand rubbing on his chin.
"You're overthinking it! Your dancing is too tense and mechanical. You dance with your head when you need to dance with your heart".
You furrow your eyebrows at him not quite understanding why that would pose a problem. You're just following the steps...
"Freestyle with me".
He suggests taking out his phone and playing one of those hip-hop beats he's into. He slides over to you, his body already moving along the rhythm with a natural flow. Something only he is capable of...
"What? No Hobi. Freestyle is your thing, not mine".
Shaking your head in denial, you also shake off the urge to fangirl over the display of his natural talent in dancing. With a playful roll of his eyes, he ignores your protests and soon reduces the distance between you two. Placing his hands on your hips, he looks at you with the brightest smile you've ever seen.
"Anyone can freestyle, as long as they let the music guide their body. Come on, Y/N, stop thinking and just dance".
He turns you around so your back is pressed against his chest with his hands still on your hips, and then he slowly moves your hips to the beat of the song. Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes and focus on the rhythm and rhythm alone.
Without realising it, your body suddenly begins to move on its own. A small carefree smile forms on your lips as you hear Hoseok chuckle proudly.
"That's my girl".
Soon, both of your bodies are moving in sync as if they're somehow wired to one another through the music. The two of you lose yourself in the thing you can't live without, the thing you'd never give up on.
But what you didn't know back then was... One of you would have to.
~~~~
"I didn't pass".
A phrase neither of you ever wanted to utter and yet here you are now... Two pairs of sorrowful eyes gazing empathetically at one another; one seeking comfort and the other providing it.
"No way! Why!? What did they say to you!?".
Your question is laced with frustration and Hoseok runs his hand through his dark brown hair with a small sigh, before answering it.
"They actually praised my dancing and told me that I have what it takes to be a star... Just not at their company".
It kills me to see him frown...
You huff loudly before taking Hoseok's hands in your own and looking at his eyes determinedly.
I'm not letting this stupid mishap dishearten him!
"We're not giving up, okay!? Let's swear it to each other right here, right now!".
Hoseok's smile, brighter than the sun, returns to his face as he gladly interwines your pinkies. However, his serious tone contradicts his joyful façade once he proceeds to state his side of the promise.
"I swear I'll always make you dance".
You smile playfully at his words before clearing up your throat, looking at him with a serious expression as well; though not being able to hide the tender spark in your eyes.
"I swear I'll never stop cheering you on!".
With a touch of your thumbs, you both burst out in such a boisterous laugh which effectively seals your promise, engraving it in your hearts from here on out.
~~~~
"I got in!".
You squeal ecstatically jumping on Hoseok's embrace as he catches you, spinning you around with his arms wrapped around you.
"Woo! I knew you'd make it! Congrats Y/N!".
His praise followed by his laughter warms your heart while you hug him back, tightly wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands lower to your thighs gripping them firmly so he can hold you properly.
"Thank you, Hobi! I'm so happy...".
You whisper and with an affectionate smile on your lips, you unwrap yourself from around him and place your feet back on the ground; not straying away from his embrace though.
"Y/N".
Suddenly hearing him so serious baffles you. You lift your head up to look at him; his face mere inches away from yours and the intensity in his eyes making you shudder.
"W-what is it, Hobi?".
Your hesitant question remains unanswered when his lips come to meet yours in a sweet kiss. Your mouths brush softly against one another for a moment, which feels like an eternity. It ends as soon as it started though, when he hastily pulls away from you.
"Well... Let's get to practice".
Hoseok clears his throat and puts some distance between the two of you, making you frown in confusion. And yet, for some reason, you don't question it further.
"Yeah... Let's...".
~~~~
Days fly by smoothly while you help Hoseok prepare for his upcoming auditions. Although the two of you insist on acting like nothing happened between you, whenever you have this kind of joint practice, there's no hiding that something has indeed changed.
On your part, out of all the times you've danced with him, you've never once minded his touches anywhere on your body. You know it is natural to be in close proximity to your partner, to be touched by him or to be pressed up against him. However, the past couple of days, every time you dance with Hoseok, you are extremely aware of each and every one of his touches on you. Holding onto your waist, sliding his hands up or down your arms, grabbing onto your hips. You get goosebumps each and every time he does any of those and your mind blurs to the point you even forget the steps.
Hoseok hasn't had it easy either. Every time his hands come in contact with your body, all he wants to do is caress it. Every time his face is close to yours, he has the urge to kiss you; feel your lips mould into his while he holds you close to his body. And on top of all that, he even has started being affected by the way you dress during your practice. It's not like he hasn't seen you in sports bras and tights before, but now he finds himself squirming every time you bend down your body or pop your chest. It takes all of his strength and tolerance not to pounce on you, so much so that he puts more focus on that than the steps or choreography.
You're both well aware of the reason behind all this.
It's all because of that kiss!
Therefore, one day, at the end of your dance practice, you decide to broach the matter so that the two of you can finally sort things out. Once you take a break to catch your breath, you glance over at him before speaking up.
"Hobi, there's something I think we should talk about-".
Your ringtone notification, however, has other plans since it cuts you off before you even begin. With a quiet sigh, you take out your phone to check the message.
"It's from the company. They're asking me to go over there now and fill out the papers for my recruitment... I'll come back over when I'm done".
You hastily wave him goodbye with a broad smile before rushing out of his apartment, where you had chosen to practice today.
Pressing the elevator button, you huff impatiently when you see that it's coming down from the top floor. Nevermind, I'll just take the stairs!
You glance at your phone to check the time as you begin to run down the stairs in a hurry.
"Miss, be careful! Didn't you see the warning sign?".
An old lady's voice is heard from behind you making you whip your head around without slowing down your steps.
"The warning wha-?".
The words are caught in your throat as your feet slip and before you realise it, your body loses its balance. Next thing you know, you feel a sharp pain in your back before you black out.
~~~~
Worry.
The moment he heard his neighbour's frantic yelling, he got out of his apartment only to witness the traumatising sight of his cherished best friend lying motionless at the bottom of the staircase.
Panic.
The moment he rushed down the stairs falling to his knees beside you and reaching out, caressing your face with his palms, while his neighbour hurriedly called for an ambulance in the background.
Helplessness.
The moment he could do nothing but escort you as your unconscious form was carried inside the ambulance and taken to the hospital.
Agony.
The time he spent waiting for the doctors to examine and assess your condition, all the while hoping that you would be okay.
Hope.
That's all he can do right now...
"There's significant damage to her spine".
The sympathy laced in the doctor's voice doesn't go unnoticed by Hoseok.
"What does that mean? Won't she be okay?".
His shaky voice betrays his distressed state as his fists clench in angst waiting for the doctor's answer.
"She will be okay. In fact, she's bound to regain consciousness in the next half hour".
The doctor's reassurance evokes a sigh of relief to escape Hoseok's lips. The solace is short-lived though... Once the doctor's next words reach Hoseok's ears, it's as if his world crumbles from under his feet.
"However, there's a chance she might not be able to recover feeling in her legs, meaning she might lose her ability to walk".
Staring at his pale face in the mirror of the hospital bathroom, Hoseok forces himself to take a deep breath and process what he just heard.
"...lose her ability to walk".
The ominous aftermath of those words settles in as they echo over and over in his head.
Dancers, especially those who train hard like you and him, are always threatened by the possibility of a potential injury during their careers but the reality of the actual consequences is far too cruel.
The chance that you might suffer not only from no longer being able to dance, but also from not being able to walk at all, brings Hoseok's nerves on edge. You'll be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of your life with gloomy thoughts and shattered dreams as your sole companions.
What am I thinking!?
This isn't like me!
Y/N needs me right now more than ever! She needs the 'me' who is bright and cheerful like a ray of sunshine, not the 'me' whose reflection in the mirror resembles that of a depressed and lost ghost.
Get it together Hoseok!
You always find hope even in the most hopeless of situations.
Be her hope!
"There's a chance she might...".
Meaning it isn't certain if you will become paralysed or not. That's the hope he should be holding onto and that's the hope he'll offer you as soon as you wake up.
His bright smile finds its way to his face again as he heads over to the room in which the doctor informed him you would be transferred to. His hand grips the door handle and he takes another deep breath, so he can mentally prepare himself, before entering.
Be her hope!
"Hobi".
The whisper of his nickname draws his eyes to the lying figure of his best friend on a hospital bed. Approaching you with a fond smile, he settles himself on the spare empty space beside the bed taking your hands in his.
"How are you feeling?".
He can't help but question, voice laced with concern. The moment he sees your lips shape into a frown and your eyes glisten with tears though, he wishes he never said a thing. Unable to take it back now, he resorts to gently stroking your hands with the pad of his thumbs.
"I can't- I can't feel my legs Hobi".
Your voice breaks and with it so does his heart. In an instant, he engulfs you in a tight hug as if he intends to channel all his strength into your impaired body in order for it to be healed somehow.
"You're going to be okay. I'll stand by you".
~~~~
And he did.
Throughout the next couple of months, Hoseok never left your side. Tending to your needs, easing your worries and showering you with love and support. Your recovery has been steady but slow. The doctor doesn't exclude the possibility of you being able to walk again but he stresses that it is bound to take some time.
Hoseok, however, is determined to get you back on your feet just in time for you to get started as a trainee at the company that recruited you. He schedules all your physiotherapies and is always present to assist and provide moral support whenever you need him to.
What he hasn't realised, though, is that despite you highly appreciating his enormous support, you can't help but feel bad about him putting your needs before his own; neglecting his daily dance practice and cutting down on his auditions. If this keeps up, his dream might end up being left unfulfilled and your promise unkempt.
And thus, you made a decision...
A decision that would soon become known to him in the form of an unexpected phone call by an unknown number...
"Are you perhaps Jung Hoseok? Y/N mentioned you in our last call with her. She insisted we offer you a chance to audition to fill in her place as a trainee at our company. So, what do you say? Are you up for it?".
He is left speechless.
He knew you always look after others before yourself and you're there for them at both their successes and failures. That's what he's always loved about you and that's why he has been hellbent on helping you; because he knows you'll easily give up your dream for someone else's sake.
He doesn't want you to do that, no, he can't let you!
You deserve to reach your dream, you deserve to be a dancer on a stage, and you deserve so much! And he wants to offer them all to you so badly.
But what can he do?
He's only a teenager who's pursuing the same dream you were. Wondering if he, himself, will ever make it...
~~~~
People say that sometimes in life you have to chase after your dreams no matter the consequences. Yet, no one ever warns you about what those consequences might be. What you'll have to leave behind, or in BTS's J-Hope's case who.
All they say is that it'll all be worth it in the end...
And so here he is! His signature smile more dazzling than ever under the concert lights, surrounded by the screams of thousands of devoted and loving fans. Happier than ever; or at least that's what he's convinced himself to believe. Even if he truly feels immensely grateful to be standing on this stage holding hands with his fellow 6 members and bowing to the cheering crowd, he can't help but always bear a guilt-ridden notion inside him.
What does it all mean without you cheering me on like you promised you would?
"Great show guys! I hope ARMY enjoyed it".
He smiles brightly at the rest as they all head backstage to change out of their clothes and head home. Perhaps he'll do a live for the fans that didn't make it to the concert...
Exiting the venue, surrounded protectively by their bodyguards, J-Hope waves at the fans who are waiting for them outside. As he's about to enter their van, though, a distant yet clear call of his name makes him instantly stop in his tracks.
"Hobi! Hobi!".
Even though he's now being called that by so many people, he'll never forget the voice that first called him that. Your voice. He whips his head back towards the crowd, his eyes scanning through it in order to find your face amongst them. But to no avail...
I swear I heard her!
I couldn't have imagined it, could I?
A hand being placed on his shoulder startles him and his gaze moves over to see Jimin smiling worriedly at him before urging him to get inside the car.
"Come on Hobi-hyung! I know you're tired, let's just go back and rest".
Offering a small, grateful smile as a response, J-Hope enters the van followed by his dear friend. Throughout the entire ride back to their hotel, to Jimin's surprise, J-Hope doesn't utter a single word, simply gazing out of the opaque windows melancholically. Even after they reach their destination, BTS's 'sunshine' walks over to his room surrounded by grey clouds. Throughout their whole current tour in Korea, there has never been a moment without J-Hope having a smile on his face. To appear so gloomy, out of a sudden, and especially after performing in his own hometown...
"Hyung, are you okay?".
Not being able to hide his growing concern over his friend, Jimin trails behind the clouded sunshine in an attempt to clear the foul weather.
"I... I don't know".
The uncertainty is evident not only from the tone of his voice but through his eyes as well. So Jimin wastes no time to come to his friend's rescue and not even a minute later, he has dragged him over to his hotel room asking him to express his feelings. And J-Hope does so. He tells Jimin all about the girl who used to bring the shine to his sunshine self, bring out his flaming passion for his dreams and bring forth the most genuine of his smiles. He tells him how their precious friendship, and perhaps their potential love too, were ruined by his ambition to chase after his dream.
And Jimin listens to his friend carefully, because he knows that for J-Hope to let this rare serious side of him show, this is an issue that weighs him greatly.
"Was she the one that cut you off?".
It's only the first question Jimin poses to him and J-Hope is already finding himself contemplating his answer. He guiltily admits that he was, in fact, the one who distanced himself from you.
"And how were you so certain she would be mad at you for your decision? Wasn't she supportive of you achieving your dream?".
The younger's questions push the older male to a new perspective, to which he'd been blind so far. And now he finally realises his actual mistake, where his actual fault lies...
It wasn't the decision to make his dream come true. It was the choice to shut you out of it, of his life; when clearly all you seemed to ever want was to be by his side, no matter what. Being confined to a wheelchair didn't cut off your wings, not when he had become them...
"I've heard there's a new restaurant that makes delicious japchae! Hobi can you take me there!?".
"I really missed seeing the ocean... Hobi can you take me?".
"I heard you were invited to that senior year party! Hobi can you take me with you?".
And he would always be glad to!
Because what he got in return was what he most cherished...
A happy smile of yours, full of affection and gratitude.
"Hobi you're the best!".
"Thank you for staying by my side Hobi!".
"Hobi I love you!".
The last one he wasn't sure whether he'd heard it correctly; perhaps it was the last thing you had said to him, drowned out by the noise of the heavy crowd at the subway station. It was the day he was leaving Seoul to start his training at Big Hit Entertainment. Looking out the window to see you off, he remembers his smile turning into a frown at the sight of you. Because, despite your bold confession, he could see the tears in your eyes clearly and it tore him apart. So much so, that he convinced himself that the reason you were crying was because he was leaving you behind to go and live your dream; a dream that he might as well have stolen from you.
The first time you called, he didn't pick up making up excuses for not getting to the phone in time. Unread texts and missed video calls were slowly becoming a frequency which he blamed on his busy schedule and hard practice. Until someday, you stopped trying to reach out. And yet, Hobi didn't feel the weight of your presence that was burdening him lift off his chest, but further crash him instead.
"Hyung...".
Jimin's soft voice draws J-Hope out of his thoughts as he turns to face his friend's concerned gaze.
"I know this is hard for you. But sometimes... sometimes you need to stop running from what you feel."
J-Hope doesnât respond. His mind tangled in memories and regrets, each one pulling him further into the past.
Jimin exhales, placing a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder. "Iâll give you some space", he adds. "Think about what you really want". With that, he grabs his jacket and leaves, the quiet click of the door echoing in the silence.
The hotel room feels larger without Jimin's presence, the stillness pressing down on J-Hope. The clock on the nightstand ticks softly, each second a reminder of how long he'd let the distance between you grow.
He runs a hand through his hair, before grabbing onto his phone and scrolling down his long list of contacts. Your name saved just as "Y/N", glowed softly on the screen. He has hovered over the call button so many times before, but this time it feels different.
The memories are thereâyour laughter, your voice calling after him at the train station, the last words he'd been too afraid to believe.
Taking a deep breath, he presses the call button.
"Hello?", your voice comes through, tentative and unsure.
"It's me", he says, his voice cracking under the weight of emotions.
"Can we... can we meet?".
The silence stretches, but then comes your soft reply: "Where?".
~~~
The familiar scent of worn wooden floors and faint traces of sweat and resin greeted Hoseok the moment he stepped into the old dance studio. Memories flooded back: late-night practices, shared laughter, and the quiet, unspoken bond that grew between you both. The reflection he sees in the mirrors now is that of a slightly older version of him, but the ghosts of your younger selves are still visible before his eyes. The scene where you had both shared your first kiss is the one that replays in his mind more vividly than the others.
He comes to stand in the centre of the room, his heart racing not from exertion, but from the anticipation of seeing you again. His thumb hovered over his phone screen before he pressed 'send.'
"I'm here".
The mirrored walls reflect his anxious expression as he glances at the clock on the wall. Minutes felt like hours until the door creaks open behind him. He turns around, expecting the faint creak of your wheelchair. But instead, he hears steady footsteps, light and rhythmic, echoing softly across the polished floor.
It can't be you though. After all, you can't walk...
He turns around, his heart races and his breath is taken away. The reflection in the mirror shows you standing just a few feet awayâno wheelchair. Just you, standing on your own, eyes glistening with nervous anticipation.
"Y/N...".
His voice cracks.
You flash him a soft smile, tears threatening to fall.
"Surprise", you whisper holding out your hands.
He takes a step forward, hesitates, and then closes the distance, his hands trembling as they envelop yours.
"You... you're walking? When... how?".
"Months of hard work", you reply, squeezing his fingers.
"I wanted to dance again. With you".
Tears spill down his cheeks, releasing his sorrow.
"I thought you hated me".
"Oh Hobi... I could never hate you", you answer softly.
Without another word, he pulls you into his arms, the warmth of the embrace melting away the years of silence and regret.
You sigh, drawing your body back slightly but still remaining in his arms as you gaze around you wistfully.
"This place...".
"Holds everything we left behind", he finishes.
Silence settles between you, heavy yet comforting. Hoseok shifts, then extends his hand.
"Dance with me?".
You chuckle lightly placing your hand in his. The music in his phone crackles to lifeâa familiar melody from years ago. The first few steps are awkward, but muscle memory soon takes over, guiding you both into familiar rhythms.
"I'm sorry", Hoseok whispers as you move together. "For shutting you out. For leaving without explaining".
"I was hurt", you admit, voice cracking. "But I never stopped rooting for you".
His grip on your hand tightens. "I never stopped thinking about you. I was scared... of holding you back, of holding myself back. But I was wrong".
The music swells, and without thinking, you spin away, letting him catch you just like you had during countless routines. When you still, breathless and teary-eyed, he cups your face gently.
"Can we start again?", he asks.
You search his eyes, see the sincerity, and nod. "Let's find our rhythm again".
The music plays on, but this time, it isnât just the dance guiding youâit is the promise of a new beginning, right where it all started.
In a resonant dance studio, sealed with a sweet kiss.
Warnings: Mentions of miscarriage and pet loss, themes of grief/mourning, depression and emotional trauma.
âWord Count: 1.7k
âSummary: After the devastating loss of a pregnancy, Taehyung and his wife find themselves suddenly robbed of their happiness. Yet the arrival of a little fluffy companion uncovers a promise of brighter days ahead...
Taehyung watches as you gaze out of the window, a blank look on your eyes and dry trails of tears still visible on your cheeks. His past attempts to cheer you up over the last several days have all proven unsuccessful as you remain inconsolable; the grief of your miscarriage has settled over your heart so much so that there's no room for any other emotion.
At least, Taehyung is relieved to see that you have been eating and sleeping normally instead of wasting away like you had been doing the first couple of days. He's been hurting too but he acknowledges that the feeling of loss is greater on your part. Plus, his doting on you is a way for him to cope with the unfortunate event as well.
Today marks one month since...
Deep down, Taehyung knows that nothing he does will erase the pain the miscarriage brought to both of you, but he hopes to at least soften it enough for you to be able to smile again.
"Honey, there's someone I want you to meet".
His gentle voice draws you to turn your gaze away from the window and to your husband. Your eyes widen at the sight of the tiny Pomeranian cuddled in the crook of his arm.
You slowly rise from your seat to approach him, a hint of surprise and curiosity flashing in your eyes.
Taehyung gently rubs the puppy's head as it sleeps peacefully.
"I brought him home for you...".
"It's been proven that having a pet around helps people with stress and depression".
He'd read that in an article he'd come across one of those many sleepless nights his grief led to insomnia. That's what drove him to the decision to adopt a puppy for you. He thought it'd be nice for you to have some company and someone to look after as you heal.
"Wanna meet him?".
He moves a hand to the small of your back, gently coaxing you closer to him and the puppy.
You blink in wonder, gingerly reaching out your hand towards the snuggly bundle that's now stirring awake.
Its button eyes slowly flutter open, a tiny "yip" leaving its mouth as it notices you. Sniffing your fingers curiously, its tail starts to wag vigorously from side to side.
Taehyung's hand remains on your back, rubbing it gently.
"Go on, you can pet him".
Your fingers stroke the soft fur at the side of the puppy's neck tentatively. In return, the little pup lifts his head up to look at you, eyes wide and curious. Its tail starts wagging more, thumping against Taehyung's arm as a small tongue comes out to lick your hand.
"It looks like he likes you already!".
Taehyung grins, his heart warming at the sight of you beginning to scratch the puppy behind his ears, earning another lick of appreciation.
You slightly giggle in surprise at the tickling sensation before resuming your petting.
The puppy seems to enjoy your attention, moving its head around so you can continue scratching the areas it can't reach.
Taehyung smiles as he watches you interact with the puppy. He leans down, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.
Taehyung lifts his head up from the crook of your neck, looking at you in mild bewilderment.
"You're sure you want to use that name?".
Letting out a shaky breath, you muster up a small, reassuring smile.
Your first attempt at a genuine smile after so long...
"Yes, I'm sure. This is our Tannie".
Taehyung gives you a soft, affectionate smile in return.
He understands the importance of the name and how difficult it must have been for you to say it out loud.
He looks down at the puppy, now dubbed Tannie, trying to gnaw at his fingers.
"How about that, Tannie? You've been given quite a meaningful name, you know...".
The puppy barks happily, wriggling around excitedly in Taeâs arms.
A sudden sense of comfort washes over you, almost bringing tears to your eyes. You sniffle holding them back and maintaining your smile on your face, instead.
Taehyung notices your sentimentalism, swiftly pulling you a bit closer with his arm. His body presses against yours as he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead.
"I'm proud of you, sweetheart. You're so strong".
He nuzzles his face on top of your head, pressing a kiss on your hair. The familiar comfort of your presence and the faint scent of your perfume soothe him to the point of him feeling ready to finally express his own grief to you.
"You know... I'm still hurting too. The thought of them never being born still hurts. But knowing that we can still build a happy family together with our small bundle of joy...".
Your heart aches at his words. The hopeful tone of his voice causes you to realise something you've been so ignorant of up until now.
He's the strong one.
Offering a reassuring nod, you look up at him with a slightly wider smile now.
"Thank you, Tae. For giving me another chance to build a happy family with you".
~Seven Years Later~
It's a normal day like any other.
Taehyung returns home after a long day at work. The house is strangely quiet, the absence of Tannie's soft barking and excited footsteps greeting him at the door doesn't escape his notice.
Yeontan had recently left for a long journey to the stars...
His health had been declining severely for the past couple of months and the vet had warned the both of you that he didn't have much left.
Both you and Taehyung had made sure to cherish Yeontan's last days; spoiling him extra, feeding him extra table scraps and playing with him even more than usual.
Alas, yesterday the time had come for your small bundle of joy to find his place amongst the stars.
Taehyung has been silently devastated but he's also trying to keep himself strong emotionally for your sake. He's been worried that any day now, you'll fall back into the pit of despair you had been in years ago.
After setting his bag down, Taehyung quietly heads towards the bedroom, where he expects to find you waiting.
"Taehyung...".
You utter his name softly, swiftly rising from your seat on the bed and walking up to him.
"There's something I want to talk to you about...".
He raises an eyebrow in surprise at the tone of your voice, reaching out to gently brush some strands of your hair away from your face, worry starts to grow within him.
"What is it, baby? Is everything okay?".
You smile up at him with a soft chuckle, taking hold of his hand.
"Everything's fine! I just wanted to show you our Tannie's parting gift".
Your words carry a hidden message which you attempt to transmit to him but placing his open palm on your stomach.
Taehyung tilts his head, puzzled for a moment, until the realization slowly sinks in. His eyes widen slightly in disbelief as he suddenly comprehends what you are implying. Glancing down at his open palm, Taehyung then looks back up at you, eyes hopeful but still hesitant.
He almost dares not believe it...
"Are you saying... you're...?".
"Yes! I'm pregnant!".
You exclaim nodding furiously before leaping into his arms and burying your face in his neck.
Tears of overjoyed shock instantly well up in Taehyung's eyes as he hugs you tightly in return.
A moment later, he draws back lightly to gaze down at you with a mix of disbelief and sheer joy on his face.
"We... We're really having a baby...?".
"Yes! Our Tannie didn't want us to be overwhelmed with grief and lose hope again. So he left behind the same gift he brought us during our darkest hour; a small bundle of joy to help us build a happy family".
Tears of joy stream down your cheeks, your heart overflown with gratitude.
If it weren't for Yeontan, you know that you'd never be able to heal from your loss...
Taehyung pulls you into a tight hug again, burying his face against your shoulder. He's quiet for a moment, his body shuddering slightly as he struggles to hold back a quiet sob.
"Baby... I-I can't believe it...".
He swallows, voice shaking as he slowly raises his head.
"Our Tannie... He's brought us hope once more! We're really having a baby... We're gonna be parents again!".
As Taehyung held you close, a sense of peace settled between the two of you. The grief from losing Yeontan still lingered, but the promise of new life filled the void with hope and love.
~Five Months Later~
Both you and Taehyung are standing in the nursery, the soft pastel walls adorned with small stars, you place your hand on your round belly and feel a gentle kick.
Taehyung, ever attentive, rests his palm there too, his face lighting up with joy at the tiny movement.
"Heâs strong, just like his mom", he whispered, his voice full of pride.
"And his dad", you add leaning your head against your husband's shoulder.
~Four months later~
When your son is finally born, Taehyung cradles the tiny baby in his arms, tears streaming down his face as he whispers to him softly.
"Welcome home, little Tannie. Youâre already so loved".
Life for you had come full circle.
From grief to healing and now to a future filled with the laughter of your child; a gift Yeontan would always be a part of. In every bark that echoed in your memories and every star that twinkled in the night sky, Yeontanâs love remained.
Taehyung looks at you, his eyes full of gratitude.
"Thank you", he murmured.
"For what?", you asked brushing your fingers through his hair.
"For being my strength, for giving us this beautiful family, and for loving me as much as I love you".
As the baby coos softly in his arms, you realise that no matter the challenges life brings, you will always have each other -and now, your small bundle of joy- to remind you that love is your greatest strength.
âSummary: It's the first snow in Korea and the whole capital city of Seoul has turned into a winter wonderland. Seokjin deems this as the perfect opportunity to pop the question. Alas, he's bound to find out it's not as easy as he expected it to be...
"Korea has witnessed the heaviest snowfall in over 100 years".
It's all over the news.
Still, that doesn't hinder anyone from going out to enjoy the chilly, snowy weather.
And you and your boyfriend are no exception!
The both of you are dressed warmly in colourful scarves, hats, and gloves; your breath becoming visible in the frosty air the moment you step out of your apartment building.
"Woah!", Seokjin exclaims in awe at seeing your whole neighbourhood covered under a white blanket.
The soft sunlight reflecting off the fresh snow makes the whole scenery even more breathtaking.
You take in a deep breath of the crisp, cold air and turn to Seokjin with a grin.
"It's incredible! It feels like we're in a snow globe!".
He chuckles softly, his breath creating little puffs of white in the frosty air, before reaching out to adjust the beanie you're wearing, looking at you with a warm smile.
"It does feel like that; like we're in our own little snow globe world. Just you and me".
You giggle at his words, scrunching your nose cutely when he leaves a small kiss on it. Seokjin eyes glimmer fondly and he envelops your gloved hand in his own before leading you into the snow-covered streets.
The soft snow crunches under your feet in such a satisfying manner that it almost tempts you to run around like a little kid.
Meanwhile, the whole city is alive with the laughter and joy of people enjoying the first snowfall; strolling, taking photos together or playfully throwing snowballs at each other.
Yet Seokjin's attention is solely focused on you.
He just can't help glancing at you every now and then, enjoying the sight of you; your cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling in the cold air. The snowflakes land on your eyelashes delicately, creating little icy crystals that catch the sunlight. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze and then you turn his way, offering him the most dazzling smile he's ever witnessed.
God, he's so in love with you...
His other hand instinctively pats the pocket of his coat, ensuring that the velvet box is still inside.
His heart flutters with anticipation, eyes instantly scanning his surroundings and noticing that, at the moment, there are no people around in the street you're walking.
His heart begins to race, deciding now that the timing is right.
Seokjin lightly tags at your hand, causing you to halt your steps and he takes both of your hands in his, coming to stand in front of you.
"Y/N, there's something I want to tell you-".
"Excuse me, could you please take a photo of us?".
Seokjin's determined demeanour instantly falters when a group of teens interrupt him.
Despite the interruption, he smiles politely and proceeds to accommodate their request.
You're left admiring Seokjinâs easy-outgoingness like youâve always done, watching contentedly as he helps them pose for the photo and makes some jokes to get them to loosen up.
After biding goodbye to the group, he jogs back up to you with a concerned look on his face.
âSorry that took so long! You must be getting cold by now⊠Shall we go have some hot chocolate? My treat!â.
Seokjin canât help another surge of affection rushing over him at the sight of you, which causes him to reach into his coat pocket again.
âY/N⊠All this time-â.
A loud clatter echoes right next to the two of you and you both whip your heads to the side, noticing how a waitress has accidentally dropped her tray beside you.
GreatâŠ
Another interruption.
Seokjin lets out a soft sigh in an attempt to hide his agitation and quickly gathers himself, regaining his composure.
The waitress apologises profusely and he politely reassures her that itâs okay; even helping her pick up her tray.
At the same time, you inwardly swoon over how wonderful your boyfriend is.
His genuine kindness to those around him always reaffirms the depth of your affection for him.
Every time he acts as a gentleman, it has you falling even deeper in love with him.
Unaware of Seokjinâs plan being yet again pushed back, you suggest that the two of you start making your way back home.
You step out into the snowy streets again, still clueless to Seokjin's inner turmoil, as the both of you start making your way back home, hand in hand.
The wheels are turning in Seokjinâs brain, his expression swirling with a mixture of panic and determination, as he tries to come up with the ultimate plan.
His gaze wanders around vacantly until it unconsciously lands on a group of kids laughing whilst building a big snowman.
And thatâs when the idea pops into his mind.
The third time's a charm, right?
Well, it better be!
He slowly halts his footsteps, turning to you with an undecipherable glint in his eyes.
"Hey, want to do something fun before we head home?".
You furrow your eyebrows at him in confusion.
"Hm? Like what?".
"Remember the #snowmanchallenge? The one that couples do in the snow?".
Your heart flutters at his suggestion. You didn't think he would've remembered you mentioning that you wanted to do that with him during the first snow.
âAww yes, I love that trend! Iâve always wanted to try it together!â.
He chuckles at your excitement, his heart swelling with affection seeing you light up like this.
âI knowâŠâ.
With a sweet smile on his face, Seokjin gently tugs on your hand guiding you over to a small park.
You come to stand opposite each other at a small clearing next to under a snow-covered tree, the crunchy snow beneath you two acting as your stage.
"Alright, let's do this! Ready?".
You nod with an enthusiastic grin and Jin starts the countdown for you two to start doing the steps. What surprises you though is that he also starts singing the lyrics of the song himself. His melodic voice echoes pleasantly in your ears as he gently escorts you through the dance.
On the other hand, Jin is ecstatic to see his plan so close to succeeding. The way you both move with each other so romantically in sync. The playful atmosphere between you fuelling his anticipation.
This is a moment he wants to cherish forever; dancing and singing with you on a canvas of pure white snow beneath the winter sky.
This is it!
Nowâs the right moment!
Elated, Seokjin spins you around reaching into his pocket at the same time.
Childrenâs laughter can be heard nearby but all he can focus on now is dropping on one knee and opening the velvet box.
Alas, little does he know that the couple of kids running by accidentally knock on the tree under whose branches you two are standing.
Before he knows it, a huge pile of snow falls from its branches and lands right on top of him.
Your eyes widen gasping in shock at the sight of your boyfriend knelt on the ground; snow atop his broad shoulders, arms and head.
Giddy laughter bubbles out of your lips before you can stop yourself.
"Oh my God, Jin! You look like a snowman! Hahaha, from now on, Iâm going to call you Mr. Snow!".
Clutching onto your stomach, your laughter slowly dies down as Seokjin starts to brush off some of the snow, a small gleam catching your attention.
Your mouth gapes when you finally notice that heâs holding the most beautiful engagement ring you've ever seen in his hands.
"As long as you do me the honour of becoming my Mrs. Snow".
Warnings: The ethereal aura of Jimin's presence in a club (because Like Crazy Jimin still lives rent-free in my mind), severe groping (Jimin can't get his hands off reader's ass), heavy make-out sessions (oh yeah), sex fantasies (they're both thirsty af for each other).
[MDNI 18+]
âWord Count: 1.3k
âSummary: It's been a long time since you've been out clubbing. Needless to say, you missed everything about it... Especially the part where you're kissing strangers.
God, you missed clubbing.
Dressing up with clothes that cling tightly to your skin, bringing out your figure just right.
Trying out lush, new flavours of cocktails that make your head slightly fuzzy and your inhibitions lower.
Losing yourself in the beat of the loud music that you can't help but let your hips swing along to.
Letting your eyes occasionally wander around you, secretly searching for something, or rather someone, that might pique your interest for the night.
And speaking of; tonight, you didn't have to search for long...
He caught your eye the moment he entered the club, along with his friend, clad in a white shirt, a denim jacket and jeans.
Not too tall, lean figure but oh so handsome.
When he heads towards the bar, where you and your friend are currently lounging, he finally seems to notice you as well.
Standing beside you, he orders a drink for him and his friend, before glancing your way for a brief second.
Yet his gaze finds its way right back to you.
It runs all over you, drinking you in.
You withhold a smirk, relishing the attention of a male gaze on you, especially one from someone as attractive as him.
Now, all that's left is for the right opportunity to appear so the two of you can start talking.
Perhaps, if you were to dance a little closer to him, you could 'accidentally' bump into him and then apologise.
Or you could simply wait for him to come and talk to you first!
Before you settle on the right choice though, you notice your friend leaning over to tell you something.
Alas, this leads to a clumsy chain of events, as she accidentally knocks over your purse which then makes you drop your drink on none other than the dashing man standing next to you.
This wasn't one of the opportunities you had in mind, but you guess it'll have to do...
Starting from profusely apologising to him, you not only introduce yourselves to each other, but also soon end up engaging in conversation.
Mission accomplished!
"Again, I'm sorry for what happened!".
"Don't worry, darling.
No use crying over spilt, um, drinks".
The man, who you now know as Jimin, chuckles with a shrug, gracefully placing a gentle hand on your arm.
The sudden skinship doesn't make you uncomfortable; not in the least, as you let out a giggle slightly leaning into his touch.
"Wanna dance?".
He punctuates his offer by sliding his hand down your arm, until his fingers entangle with your own.
"Sure-".
In one moment the word leaves your lips and in the next Jimin tugs on your hand drawing you closer to him, both his hands now settling on your hips.
You gasp, startled by the sudden proximity, but you'd be lying if you said that you mind it.
Reaching out, you wrap your arms around his neck and slowly start to sway your body along to the song that's currently playing.
The few strands of his dark hair falling over his face do little to hide his pointed features from you when you lift your head to gaze up at him.
He really is incredibly handsome...
His eyes resemble a siren's, drawing you in until all you can see is the desire reflecting in them.
You smile coyly, your eyes equal to an invitation.
An invitation that he intends to accept...
Your eyes flutter close instinctively when he leans towards you until his lips finally initiate the kiss you've both been yearning for.
And yet, Jimin doesn't rush into it.
He takes his time, ravishing your lips before his tongue finally dips into your mouth, slowly teasing you.
You can't help the soft sigh leaving your mouth when he slightly sucks on your bottom lip.
Oh, how you wish he was sucking on other parts of your body too...
His grip on your hips tightens before he captures your mouth with his own again.
By the time your intense make-out session draws to a close, you have been rendered breathless.
Jimin offers you a charming smile, taking a step back to allow you the time to catch your breath.
When he reaches out for his drink, though, you're quick to snatch it from his hand.
"Let me have a taste".
You take a small sip, gazing up at him through your lashes with a playful smile.
Jimin smirks and the moment you set the drink down, he wraps one arm around your waist bringing your body close to him again.
Two of his fingers tilt your chin upwards as he leans over you, still smirking.
"Let me have a taste".
He repeats your previous words in a teasing whisper and you feel the slight brush of his lips on yours before they weave together in another dizzying kiss.
Yet this time, Jimin grows bolder.
His hands stray from your hips and shamelessly settle on your ass, his fervid caresses only adding to the pleasure welling up inside you.
Soon, his fondling starts to become more rough.
The way his hands fervently dig into the skin of your ass has your knees almost buckling and you tighten your grip around his shoulders to keep stable yourself.
Meanwhile, Jimin's mind starts to wander elsewhere...
Having you pinned against the wall, holding you up by your ass with your legs wrapped around him.
His hips snapping against yours at a swift and rough pace, as you moan sweetly and tightly cling onto him; pliant and surrendered to pleasure.
Just the thought makes him hard...
Jimin sighs into your mouth reminding himself to remain in control, so instead, he focuses his attention back on your ass.
He squeezes it roughly once more, only to realise that by now his fingers have inched closer to your concealed folds.
Taking in a sharp breath, Jimin deepens the kiss realising one more thing...
It's going to take him a lot of self-control not to carry you over to the bathroom right now and fulfil his previous fantasy!
As for you, Jimin's touch nearing more intimate spots of your body has you almost begging for more.
You've been yearning for such erotic touches for a long time now and you can't help but wonder how good he could make you feel if you let him continue.
If his nimble fingers cupped your clothed heat and started working on the sensitive cluster of nerves, further igniting your burn.
If those same fingers pushed your panties aside and started working you open, unravelling all your sensitive spots.
At the same time, however, you have to force yourself to draw a line here.
Sure, you have no problem kissing strangers but you refuse to move further than the third base with someone you've just met.
And thus, your second make-out session is reluctantly put to a stop.
For a second, you're afraid that Jimin will be bothered by your decision but on the contrary, he seems to understand and respect your boundaries.
"We should get back to the bar then".
He suggests offering you his hand with a mellow smile.
"You go ahead. I'll be with you in a moment".
~~~~
Exiting the WC a few moments later, your lip gloss reapplied and your horniness somewhat harnessed, you make your way back to the bar.
It doesn't take long for you to notice Jimin's absence, your friend being the only one standing by the bar.
Your shoulders slump in disappointment.
Maybe it wasn't meant to be anything more than a fling in the club...
Maybe Jimin is doomed to be part of the long list of strangers you've kissed in the club...
You stifle a dejected sigh as you march up to the bar and grab your purse in order to pay for your drink.
When you open it though, the sudden light of your screen has you reaching for your phone instead.
Your eyes widen at the sight of the messages piling on your lock screen.
"Hey, it's Jimin! Sorry to leave so suddenly but my friend started to feel unwell...đ€ą".
"I couldn't wait for you to get back so I asked your friend for your number. Hope it's alright with youđ".
"Make sure to message me when you get home!".
"And you better save my number as well!".
"Oh and I already paid for your drinkđ".
By the time you finish reading his messages, your lips have formed a wide grin as you soon come to realise that Jimin has no intention of remaining just another stranger you've kissed in the club...
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jungkook fanfics that has a special place in my heart! đ
A collection of the best (and most well-written) fanfics I've had the pleasure of reading. Thank you for brightening my days and touching me with your words.
cold nights & blurred lines by @awrkive (jungkook x reader) fwb!au completed
ukiyo by @kooktrash (local beach boy!jk x city girl!reader) summer romance au completed
neighbor blunder by @awrkive (neighbor!jk x reader) ongoing
the love prognosis by @awrkive (surgeon!jk x surgeon!reader) medical!au ongoing
lucky by @kooberryfields4ever (jungkook x reader) completed
bbdaddy series by @muniimyg (co parents jungkook x reader) exes au ongoing
itâs hard to believe by @ahgasegotarmy116 (jungkook x reader) completed
never thought by @yoongiphoria (jungkook x reader) completed
singing in the shower by @author-ssi (jungkook x reader) completed
bad habits by @hannieehaee (spiderkook!jk x reader) completed
yearning by @soft4gguk (idol!jungkook x reader) fwb! completed
âGenre: Smut, (Slight) Fluff (in the beginning), One-Shot
Warnings: MAJOR Daddy kink (in case, it wasn't clear already from the title), reader is basically drooling over DILF Namjoon, age gap (Namjoon in his 30s, reader in her 20s), breast play&fingering&praise (Namjoon is an absolute service dom - don't even try to change my mind!), vaginal sex (reader rides Namjoon) [18+ MDNI]
âWord Count:Â 3.7k
âSummary: Namjoon had been searching for someone to care for his son for months and months, to no avail. Until the moment he saw you crouched on the ground, helping his son tie his shoelaces with a smile so pretty on your face. That's when he knew you'd be perfect for him... and, for his son too.
"Seungmin-ah, it's time to go to bed! Come on, sweetie".
If you were keeping count -which you were- that'd be your 5th attempt to usher the cheeky three-year-old over to his room.
"But Koya doesn't want to sleep yet... Look, he is full of energy!".
Seungmin swings the plushie around, almost hitting you in the face with it. You let out a huffed chuckle glancing at the clock on the wall.
It's almost 9 o'clock and he's the one who's full of energy...
You'd expect that after running around and playing with him all afternoon long, by the time his bedtime came, he'd be sleeping like a log.
"I'll tell you and Koya a fairytale so you both can go to sleep".
You pick him up and sit on his bed, laying him down and pulling the blanket over him.
Thankfully, he settles down, cuddling his Koya, close to him.
Taking the book of fairytales from the bed table, you flip over to the page of his favourite, Kongjwi and Patjwi.
... Or as you prefer to call it Korean Cinderella with a twist.
Seungmin claps his little hands excitedly, burying himself further inside his blanket, focusing his attention solely on your words.
Reaching out to offer him an affectionate pat on the head, you begin to recite the fairytale, smiling fondly at the thought of how much your life has changed ever since you got the job of babysitting this adorable little toddler.
~Four Months Ago~
Judging from how hard it had been for you to get an apartment in NYC, you were already prepared to face the same difficulty in finding yourself a job.
Little did you know, it'd be as easy as taking a walk in the park.
Literally!
Walking in the park, that one cloudy afternoon, was all it took for you to run into little Seungmin and his dad.
And oh, his dad...
Mr. Kim Namjoon.
A Korean-American.
CEO of a public education company.
Single father to Kim Seungmin, after his wife left him a year ago and ran off to Europe with another man.
Honestly, who in their right mind would even think about leaving this man for another?!
You still remember how in awe you were upon seeing him...
His tall frame towered over you and his son as he stood above you, clad in a black turtleneck that perfectly highlighted his muscled chest and wide shoulders.
His face bore youthful features and yet his eyes brought out a sense of wisdom and maturity.
The polite smile he wore, not only betrayed the dimple that appeared on his cheek but his refined manners too, as he offered you a hand to help you stand back up.
Looking up at his entrancing eyes, you accepted his hand and slowly rose to your feet.
"Daddy, look!".
The little toddler's voice finally enabled you to tear your gaze away from his father.
Seungmin pointed at his small feet, with a bright smile on his face.
His father furrowed his eyebrows puzzled, which rushed you to explain.
"His, uh, his shoelaces were untied and he was running around...
So I thought I'd tie them for him!
You know, so he wouldn't get hurt-"
"Thank you for doing that".
The man offered your hand a small squeeze in gratitude, before finally introducing himself.
You hadn't even noticed he was still holding your hand!
Hastily returning the handshake, you forced yourself to withdraw your hand introducing yourself as well.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Kim".
It felt proper to address him like that, since he seemed to be quite older than you...
Mr Kim slightly cleared his throat and offered you a small nod before turning to his son.
"Why don't you tell the pretty lady who helped you, your name as well, hm?".
You sucked in a breath and bit your lip in a desperate attempt to hide how much that affected you; a man as handsome as him addressing you as pretty.
Thankfully, the cute toddler in front of you was the perfect way to get your mind off of it as he raised his hand towards you.
"Hi, I am Seungmin!".
You noticed he was offering his hand for you to shake, just like he had seen you do with his father.
"Hi, Seungmin!
It's nice to meet you, I'm Y/N".
You resisted the urge to swoon at the sight of his small hand enveloped in your own.
So cute!
"And what else do you need to say to Y/N?".
"Thank you".
You shook yourself insisting it was nothing and adjusted your back on your shoulder, mentally preparing yourself to bid farewell to the two of them.
"Let me buy you a drink, Y/N; as thanks for helping Seungmin".
Your eyes widened at Mr Kim's unexpected suggestion.
"Oh no, you don't need to do that-".
"I insist".
Well, how could you refuse when he looked at you like that?!
And so, you ended up playing with Seungmin at the playground, while Mr Kim went to get the both of you something to drink.
You were pushing Seungmin on the swings when Mr Kim returned with a hot latte in each hand, offering one for you to drink.
Next thing you knew, you were sitting on a bench with probably the most attractive man you'll ever get the chance to lay your eyes on, drinking your latte and watching over his son continuing to play at the playground.
"Thanks again for helping Seungmin out.
I was too busy talking on the phone...
I should have been keeping an eye on him but work is just-".
He groans in frustration, before letting out a long sigh and turning to you.
"Never mind that now, tell me about you".
You purse your lips in thought, rummaging through your brain in an attempt to find something about you that's interesting enough to share with someone like Mr Kim.
"I'm just a girl, trying to survive college while looking for a job".
You shrug before taking another sip of your latte.
Meanwhile, the moment those words left your mouth, Mr Kim turned to face you with a knowing smile.
"Well, that's a happy coincidence".
And that's when you were offered the job of babysitting Mr Kim's son. And even though, you truly loved looking after little Seungmin, you couldn't help being even more thrilled by the prospect of spending even just a little time around a man like Mr. Kim.
~Present Day~
"And so, the new Mayor married Kongjwi, the owner of the shoe.
Now, you'd think that they got to live happily ever afterâŠ
But that's not the end of this story!
Jealous of Kongjwi's happiness, her stepsister Patjwi drowns poor Kongjwi in the stream.
Patjwi then disguises herself as Kongjwi and starts living at the palace as the mayorâs wife.
However, one day Kongjwi appears in her husband's dream and tells him about her tragic fate.
The mayor is shocked to learn this and starts desperately searching for his wife's body.
After months and months of endlessly searching, he manages to discover Kongjwi's body in the stream.
He cries cradling his wife's body close to him before leaning over to offer her a kiss farewell.
Yet, with that kiss, Kongjwi is brought back to life.
Once they both return to the town, the Mayor puts Patjwi and her mother in a dark prison and that's when he and Kongjwi finally live...
Happily ever after!".
You huff merrily closing the book and putting it back to its place before turning to Seungmin.
Alas, the story didn't seem to bring the toddler the drowsiness you'd thought it would, so you decide to simply leave him to play around in his bed hoping that at some point he'll tire himself enough to sleep.
You take the baby monitor with you and walk out of the bedroom, trying hard not to laugh at the kid scolding his plushie for not going to sleep.
Heading over to the kitchen, you start making yourself a warm cup of tea.
After carefully, pouring yourself a cup, you settle on the living room's couch and check the baby monitor sighing in relief when you see that little Seungmin has finally fallen asleep.
As you take a sip of your tea, you open your phone to check your Instagram for any messages.
After replying to your bestie's "where are you?" with a simple "babysitting", you quickly engage in conversation with her since the both of you have nothing better to do right now.
Soon, her texting gives way to an incoming call, which you're more than happy to answer.
Time goes by without you taking notice until you realise that you've finished your tea.
Abandoning your snuggling on the couch, you walk back to the kitchen in order to wash the used kettle and mug, having put the phone on speaker and placed it on the table behind you so as not to get water spilt on it.
"So... Is the Daddy hot?".
You roll your eyes at her sudden, crude question with a slight scoff.
She was never the kind to hold back on those types of conversations and thirsty comments, yet this time you decide to humour her and just play along.
"Well...
Let's just say, I wouldn't mind calling him Daddy too".
You hum cheekily and your best friend gasps.
"That much huh?".
"Oh trust me... He's a Dilf ".
You bite your lip, slightly embarrassed by yourself calling him that.
Your best friend lets out a hum and you're certain she also has a teasing smirk on her face.
"Hmm, no wonder you were so thrilled over a babysitting job".
You shake your head chuckling, as you stretch your body to put the kettle back in its place on the top shelf, before starting to wash your mug next.
"No no, I really love looking after his son. Seungmin's the sweetest!
Having Mr Kim around is just..."
"A bonus".
She finishes your sentence for you, giggling.
"But really, why don't you shoot your shot?
You know, flirt with him, show off your boobies".
Her saucy tone makes you roll your eyes.
"I'm not showing off my boobs to my boss!".
"You were the one who wanted him to be your Daddy...
Anyway, what I'm saying is-".
Waiting a moment or two for her to continue, you place the clean mug in its place.
When she doesn't, you assume that the signal must have been cut off so you wipe your wet hands on a towel before turning around to grab your phone and call her back.
Oh.My.God!
Your eyes almost pop out of your skull and your body freezes on the spot at the sight of none other than Mr. Kim himself leaning against the table where your phone is placed, his hand hovering over its screen.
"M-Mr. Kim! I-I didn't realise you were back home!".
You stumble over your words, feeling your cheeks burn red from the embarrassment.
The only thing that's left for you to do now is hope that he probably hasn't been home long enough to hear the entire conversation, or else you're most definitely fired.
Mr Kim smirks, the amusement clear on his face.
"I thought you'd prefer calling me Daddy".
You gasp, wishing for the earth to open up and swallow you whole right now.
He heard everything right from the start...
Well, there goes your job!
"I-I... It's not what I meant-! I was just, uh, joking! I-!"
You know your attempts at justifying yourself are futile.
You know that there's nothing redeemable you can say for yourself.
But you don't want to lose this job!
Yes, you need the money too but spending all that time with Mr Kim and Seungmin...
You can't bear the thought of never getting to see them again!
"Y/N..."
Your staggered breath catches in your throat once you realise how close to you Mr Kim has gotten.
He has placed his hands on either side of the kitchen counter, trapping you between them.
"Mr Kim-".
You look up at him in question, only to get lost in his eyes.
His large palm comes to caress your cheek, his thumb slightly stroking the soft skin.
"Mr Kim".
A low groan rumbles in his throat as he presses his mouth against yours, more fiercely.
You utter again, before his lips suddenly connect with your own and your mind goes blank.
"Do you know how much I had to hold myself back whenever you called me that?".
You let out a small gasp when you feel his other hand start to fondle your breast.
A wanton cry slips past your lips when his fingers brush over your pebbled nipple.
"Do you know how many times I wished you showed these off to me, and me only?".
His words barely register, you mind still remaining blank from the unforeseen pleasure.
You latch your hands onto his wide shoulders as he lifts you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist and having you sit on the kitchen counter.
"Do you know how long I wanted to hear you call me Daddy?".
His hand pushes your hair back, revealing your neck for him to bury his face into, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your warm skin.
You slightly throw your head back, your mouth parting in pleasure, while your hands run through his dark hair.
Both of his hands slowly start kneading your breasts as he lifts his lips from your neck, drawing them close to your ear.
"Go on baby, say it...
Let me hear that pretty voice of yours call me Daddy".
Your brain short-circuits at his words.
You honestly can't fully process what's happening right now.
Yet the words leave your mouth with no hesitation.
"Daddy".
It's as if a switch flipped in Namjoon's mind.
"Oh yes, that's it, baby".
He growls, quickly discarding your blouse and bra off of your body before leaning down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth.
You mewl as he starts to suck on it and your legs press against his hips, urging him to touch you where you need him most.
"Daddy, please".
He lets your nipple out of his mouth with a 'pop' and he stands up straight, slightly towering over you.
His hand disappears inside your pants, touching you over your panties as he looks down at you, his eyes clouded with desire.
"Is that what you want Daddy to do, baby?
Rub your pussy for you".
You pant closing your eyes as you nod at him urgently.
"Words, baby... I need to hear you say it".
"Yes, Daddy please rub my pussy".
And that's exactly what he does...
And he does it so well...
"Eyes on me, baby".
His deep voice coaxes you to open your eyes and gaze upon him.
Namjoon marvels at the sight of you, panting and trembling in pleasure but it's not nearly enough to satisfy his need for you.
He needs to see you come undone now, just by his fingers.
Gingerly pushing your panties to the side, he licks his lips before he inserts two of his long fingers inside you.
"Oh, D-Daddy!".
You let out a gasp, feeling yourself already full with just two of his fingers.
The thought of what it would feel like to have his cock enter you next, sends shivers down your spine.
His other hand rests on your hip and when he begins to move his fingers slowly in and out of your wet slit, Namjoon holds your body still as you can't help but squirm from the building pleasure.
"Now baby, I want you to focus on my voice".
You don't get the chance to respond to his words.
A breathy moan rips past your lips, your nails desperately digging into his back when you feel him curling his fingers inside you.
Namjoon lets out a pleased hum before he leans over to huskily whisper in your ear.
"I'll start counting and once I reach seven, you're going to let go and cum for your Daddy, like the good little girl you are".
"One...".
His fingers start to pick up speed, while he continues to move them in and out of you.
"Two...".
His other hand starts roughly groping your breast again, making you whine softly.
"Three... Four...".
His fingers curl intensely inside you, sending jolts of pleasure throughout your whole body.
"Five... Six"
"Daddy, I'm going to-!"
"...Seven".
You let go.
A sweet, little cry resonates in the kitchen when you cum on his fingers, but Namjoon keeps moving them, steadily letting you ride out your orgasm.
Once your body relaxes, you let yourself lean towards him resting your head on his chest with a small hum.
Embarrassment threatens to creep up on you as the gravity of the situation comes down on you.
And yet, when your mind runs back to Namjoon's previous words and touches, you instantly admit to yourself that there's no going back for you now.
You want him.
Namjoon grabs your chin, forcing your eyes to look up at him.
He relishes your blissed-out expression and smirks when he detects the insatiable desire still reflected in your eyes.
"Tell me what you want, baby".
His deep voice tears up all your remaining inhibitions.
"You, I want you inside me Daddy".
You run your palm through his clothed chest before starting to unbutton his shirt.
Namjoon lets out a low chuckle, shrugging his suit jacket off of his shoulders.
"Such a good girl, using her words for me".
He swiftly lifts your body off of the kitchen counter and carries you over to the living room.
Your legs stay wrapped around his waist as you finally remove his shirt off of him.
Having his strong arms hold you like this, your sole focus remains on discarding his clothes.
Licking your lips at the sight of his well-built body, you let your hands wander all over it, mapping out his chest, his waist and his shoulders.
Namjoon sighs in satisfaction, before carefully placing you back on the ground, leaving you to stand in front of him topless.
He slowly takes a sit at the edge of the couch behind him and his hands reach out, pulling down your pants and undergarments for you.
Soft moans release from your lips, as he starts to ravish every part of your body with wet kisses and sensual touches.
"Daddy".
You whine, your knees slightly quivering from his heated affection.
"I know baby, Daddy will give you what you want...
Just wanted to take a moment and cherish that beautiful body of yours".
He mutters glancing up at you with lust-filled eyes.
He raises his hips slightly, taking off both of his pants and boxers with one swift movement before leaning back on the couch, resting his arms on the back of it.
One of his fingers points to his lap and your gaze zeroes in on his erected length.
"Go ahead baby, I'm all yours".
You gulp, hesitating for a mere moment before your neediness overcomes you, urging your body to move on top of him.
His hands immediately find their way to your hips, holding onto them firmly to help guide you, as you slowly sink yourself down to his cock.
"Don't rush, we've got all the time in the world".
Namjoon's hushed whisper is soothing and it momentarily distracts you from the slightly painful stretch of his cock.
But the moment you bottom out, a pleasurable heat spreads through your entire body.
Your hips slightly stagger as you itch to start moving them against him but Namjoon's hands keep them still.
His face draws close to yours, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his hot breath mingling with your own.
When he pulls away, his forehead touches yours as he looks deep in your eyes.
"Now, give Daddy a good ride".
Your back arches when his hands roll your hips setting up a steady pace for you to follow.
Once he's made sure you're able to keep up on your own, his hands wrap around your waist hugging your body close to him.
The way he holds you is so erotic; it makes you melt in his arms, hugging him back and letting him relish your unrestrained moans while you ride him.
Namjoon lets you chase your orgasm, simply enjoying the feeling of having you so intimately close to him.
His fingers run down your spine eager to watch goosebumps appear all over your skin.
Yet what takes him by surprise is your walls fluttering around his cock as well.
Namjoon groans throwing his head back, pleasure painting over his expression.
The sight of him losing his composure because of you urges you to pick up the pace, bucking your hips faster against his.
"Oh baby, you make Daddy feel so good...
Come on, won't you cum again around Daddy's cock, like the good girl you are?".
"Ah y-yes Daddy, I-I'm gonna cum!".
His half-lidded eyes are focused on you and you only.
The intensity of his gaze is enough to send you over the edge.
You bite your lip, in an attempt to muffle the shriek that leaves your mouth before your orgasm finally washes over you.
The pleasure your second orgasm brings you is even more intense than your previous one...
So much so, that when the afterglow settles in, you can't help but let your body slump on top of Namjoon's.
Snuggling against his slightly heaving chest, you gather up the courage to look up at him bashfully.
"Um... Mr. Kim-".
Your call for him gets interrupted by his mouth claiming yours in yet another passionate kiss.
Kissing you roughly and deeply, he doesn't draw back until he leaves you breathless.
His fingers brush through your hair tenderly but the look in his eyes is strict and his tone is absolute when he whispers to you.
"I thought we'd already established that from now on, you're only addressing me as Daddy".
Warnings: Description of Jungkook's body (and yeah that deserves a warning!), reader is feral for Jungkook (and who can blame her?), Jungkook is more than happy to indulge her (both orally and sexually). if you've taken all the hints in the warnings, then you're more than ready to start reading! [MDNI 18+]
âWord Count: 2k
âSummary: Post-workout Jungkook takes too long in the shower since he's apparently too carried away with singing rather than washing up. At the start, you have all the patience to wait for him; until you get frustrated... sexually.
"I'm done. I'm gonna get a shower", a shirtless Jungkook leans against the doorframe of your shared bedroom.
You glance up from your phone, your eyes immediately transfixing on his bare chest for a good minute before trailing down to his low-waisted jeans, the CK underwear waistband peeking through.
Thank God for that collab...
"Why did you work out while wearing jeans? You have a closet full of sweatpants".
When he answers that it was because he decided to work out on impulse, you simply shake your head in disbelief.
Classic Jungkook doing things on a whim.
"Alright, go. I'll wait for you so we can sleep together", you shoo him away, a soft smile gracing your lips nonetheless.
Jungkook chuckles before he slowly strides up to you.
You don't miss the way his bicep flexes when he presses his one hand on the bed, leaning over to lay a short but somewhat promising kiss on your lips.
"Mm, I'll be quick", he hums playing with his lip piercing, not drawing away from your lips just yet.
"You better", you whisper leaving another, equally promising kiss on his lips seizing the opportunity to briefly touch his broad chest, in the guise of playfully shoving him away from you.
He chuckles as he walks backwards, slightly cracking his knuckles, which causes his biceps to flex - a sight your eyes don't fail to miss yet again.
Except this time, he catches you in the act...
Smirking smugly, he winks at you before disappearing from the doorframe. You swear the teasing of this man will be the end of you!
~~~~
Alas, what you expected to be a few minutes of waiting, soon turned into a whole hour!
Honestly, you should have known by now that when the sound of the water running is accompanied by Jungkook's singing of various songs, his short shower session is bound to turn into an hour-long bathroom concert.
Most times, you just leave him to it; simply enjoying the sound of his melodic voice echoing through the bathroom walls and eventually reaching your ears.
However, his previous teasing has significantly lessened your patience making you daring enough to become a bit shameless.
Getting out of bed, you start to discard every item of clothing off your body while you make a beeline for your stalling boyfriend.
Upon entering the bathroom, you bite your lip at the sight of his bulky silhouette showing through the steamed-up shower glass doors.
"Mommy don't know Daddy's getting hot... at the body shop... doing something unholy".
Jungkook's too lost in his singing to notice you sliding into the shower.
What a coincidence; the title of the song totally matches your current thoughts about him.
You barely stifle a cheeky giggle at that, before you extend your hand towards him, grazing your fingertips over his shoulder blades and then sliding them down his spine.
Jungkook instantly halts his singing as if he suddenly forgot all the following lyrics, but still, he doesn't turn to face you.
Instead, he closes his eyes as he relishes the feeling of your hands running up and down his bare back, noticing how your breath gets heavier with each move.
When he finally turns around, what he comes to witness has his unrestrained cock instantly hardened.
You look absolutely erotic.
Your naked body has been decorated with water droplets from the shower that's still running behind him.
Your eyes have darkened - gaze so heated it sends blood right down his cock.
You were never the type of girlfriend to hide just how much you lusted over your boyfriend and that's one of the things he adores about you. In private (and sometimes in public too) you never attempted to conceal your thirst over his body and even if he'd tease you endlessly for it, in the end, he always indulged you.
Even now, he's almost tempted to make you beg for it and watch you slowly give yourself up to him.
Almost is the keyword here, because honestly right now, he is too horny for that...
His lips devour your own.
God, this man really knows how to kiss...
Your lips weave together perfectly in sync.
Jungkook's large hand slides from your neck to the side of your face, ultimately nestling in your damp hair.
Your arms snake under his own latching onto his massive back, dragging your fingers over the prominent muscles.
He hums against your mouth pressing his lips harder against your own, causing you to let out a breathless whine.
Hearing your voice seems to spur him on to slowly probe his tongue into your mouth.
One hand still tangled up in your hair, he presses his other on the small of your back finally pulling you flash against him.
You shiver at the contact, triggered not just by his wet skin but also by the intimate closeness you two suddenly share.
Too lost in the kiss, your legs step closer to him, your body pushing further up against him.
As a result, his own body moves back to the point where his back comes into contact with the bathroom tiles.
Their coolness causes him to grunt against your lips, his grip on you tightening, yet he refuses to break off your deep kiss.
By the time your mouth reluctantly parts from his, you're both breathless.
Jungkook's eyes trail down your heaving chest, a smirk playing over his lips at the way your perked nipples are rubbing against him.
"Come here, baby", he beckons with a low voice before he switches places with you so that you're the one whose back is currently pressed up against the bathroom tiles.
"Let me appreciate you", he hums eagerly laying a small, wet kiss on your jaw. He then leans over to your neck, starting to leave open-mouthed kisses and gentle nibbles on the skin.
Endless moans start spilling out of your mouth as he continues to ravish you, moving lower and lower until you realise that he's now kneeled in front of your pelvis.
With bated breath, you gaze down at him awaiting his next move; your bedroom eyes are more than enough for him to know exactly what you want him to do to you.
His tongue darts out to lick his lips suggestively and your thighs quiver impatiently, in desperate need of his face between them.
"Jungkook", you whine swaying your hips towards him, practically pleading for him.
"I know baby, I know", he coos at you pressing a wet kiss on each of your thighs, enjoying the way they once again quiver in need.
Finally heeding your plea, he flattens his tongue before sliding it over your folds, groaning contentedly at the sweet taste of your arousal.
You gasp, muscles going taut, as the pleasure spreads throughout your whole body.
"Let me hear you, baby", he rasps against your pussy, now starting to properly eat you out.
You don't need to be asked twice.
Your fingers tangled in his short hair, you lean your head back letting soft moans spill from your lips again.
Jungkook touches the blade of his tongue on your clit before starting to suck on it, earning the sweetest, little cry from you.
His eyes set on you, the intensity of his gaze being the testament to his fervour in pleasing you.
It's not until he starts rapidly lapping at your folds, like a man starved, that you feel the pulsation of your approaching orgasm.
"Jungkook, I'm about to-", you attempt to warn him but he seems to already know what you're about to say.
"Mm, yeah I know you love this, baby. I know this will make you cum".
He quirks his pierced eyebrow at you, giving your thighs a tight squeeze before getting back into it.
Your hips heatedly stutter when your entire body finally dissolves into pleasure, Jungkook gripping your thighs tightly to keep you in place so he can help you ride out your orgasm.
He swears he could gaze at your beautiful blissed-out face forever.
But he's not done with you yet...
"Why don't you turn around for me, baby?", he smacks his lips sloppily against your flushed pussy, making you jump at the sensitivity still too dazed by that orgasm.
And yet, unsteady as you are, you comply as you turn to face the bathroom wall.
Meanwhile, Jungkook has stood back up to position you properly; guiding your palms to rest against the white tiles and your back to arch towards them.
Oh, you're in such capable hands...
Soon, the sound of hips snapping against hips starts to resonate in the bathroom.
Jungkook grips your love handles tightly to keep you steady as your breasts are now pushed up against the bathroom wall.
"Fuck baby, you feel so good".
A loud whine is the only response he gets from you in return as you rest your cheek against the cold tiles, keeping your back arched for him.
Removing one hand from gripping you, he runs his fingers down the length of your back making you shudder.
But you know this serene stimulation isn't meant to last for long.
After all, Jungkook isn't known to be a patient man...
The sound of a slap echoes through the bathroom and the pleasurable sting on the skin of your ass signals the first signs of Jungkook's impatience.
Still, it catches you off guard.
Instinctively, you push yourself off the wall, your back now up against his chest.
"Didn't see that coming, huh baby?", he teases you before burying his entire length inside your pussy.
Gasping, you latch onto his shoulders in an attempt to keep your balance.
He immediately notices, wrapping one of his strong arms around your waist.
"Jungkook, kiss me", you pant angling your face to find his mouth.
Both your lips and bodies now joined as one, the two of you relish in the shared intimacy.
However, your current position soon alerts you of how uncomfortable it actually is.
Once again, reading into your discomfort, Jungkook draws the kiss to an end before slowly pulling out of you as well.
You whine in spite of yourself, bothered by the sudden feeling of emptiness, and quickly turn around to latch yourself onto him again.
Jungkook lets out an amused chuckle and grabs onto your hips, easily lifting you up against him and trapping you between himself and the wall.
You're about to wrap your legs around his waist, but the moment he fills you with his cock, you let out a hum feeling them go limp.
"Hold onto me, baby, yeah?", he urges you as his grip, now on your thighs, tightens and you wrap your arms around his shoulders instead.
When he starts thrusting into you again, setting a rhythmic pace, this time you rest your forehead on his, your soft moans mingling with his light groans.
"You'll give me one more, won't you baby? Such a good girl for me".
If you weren't already close by his cock rocking into you, you'd surely come undone just by those words of his.
"Yes, I'm gonna cum, Jungkook-", you gasp feeling the familiar waves of pleasure wash over you, bringing your orgasm ashore.
It feels as if your body melts against him and you relax yourself against him, gently hugging him.
"I'm not done yet", he states picking your almost limp body up and carrying you out of the bathroom.
His statement barely registers in your hazy post-orgasm mind, so your gullible self chooses to ignore it as you wrap your arms and legs against him, nuzzling your face against his neck.
He grabs a towel, one hand remaining around you to support your weight, and then heads back to your bedroom.
Spreading the towel over your sheets, Jungkook lays you on them and climbs over above you, eagerly guiding his cock to your entrance.
Your eyes, droopy from the previous pleasure, now widen in surprise.
"Jungkook, you can't mean-", you're about to protest when his eyes laser into yours, a predatory instinct shining in them.
âPairing: Park Jimin x Reader
âGenre: Smut, One-Shot
Warnings:Â dirty talk and fingering [18+ MDNI]
âWord Count: 1.1k
âSummary: When you stumble upon a bartender named Jimin after being left unsatisfied by your date.
You're drunk.
You're so freaking drunk.
But that was the goal you had in mind when you entered this bar, so you're pretty pleased with yourself. Not the exact pleasure you'd thought you'd be getting tonight but at least after a few drinks, it's safe to say your sexual frustration has been appeased for the time being.
"It was awful! He just couldn't get it up! I mean, I was over there, trying my best to -you know- but it was no good!", you vent in the videos you're sending to your two best friends while sitting on a bar stool. Sipping your fourth glass of wine for the night, the buzz in your head intensifying, you glance around the empty bar to check whether you're safe from prying ears. The bartender is on the other side of the bar, there are but two groups of people at tables quite far from you; so you're good.
Clicking on your phone, you start recording the next video of you rumbling, "At first, I thought that he might be nervous but when I asked him he denied it and said that the hotel just didn't inspire him and that he was anxious about our limited time, too. I mean- He was the one who booked the hotel and as far as I'm concerned, we had plenty of time so all those are just excuses. Still, I don't get it! I gave him a handjob, and he got an erection but then, everytime he was about to enter me, he went... Limpy!".
Downing the rest of your drink, you twirl the glass around with your fingers as you let out a long, disappointed sigh. "So much for grooming myself... I put on my favourite body lotion, wore that pair of black, lacy lingerie I own and for what!? I've been going out with this guy for like a month and I've been dropping so many hints for him to find a place for us to have sex and when we finally get the chance, this happens!", you unconsciously raise your volume, ultimately groaning in exasperation.
"Why are you still dating this guy, then?", a euphonic, male voice is heard out of nowhere and you turn to face the black-haired bartender gazing at you with a genuinely puzzled look in his peering, brown eyes. You're too stunned to speak as you watch him lean against the bar resting his chin on his palm and raising a questioning brow at you, "Based on what you're describing it seems you two have no sexual chemistry and from my experience, when two people don't fulfil one another's desires in bed, then there's no point in them dating".
"You could always stay friends, keep things platonic", he adds with a shrug of his shoulders before coming out from behind the bar to stand right in front of you. "Besides, there are plenty of men out there; perfectly capable of providing you with the pleasure you deserve", his deep voice takes on a sensuous tone and travels all the way to your core, bringing back to the surface all the sexual frustration you tried to bury. Nimble fingers inch towards the end of your dress, hovering over your bare thighs. His eyes appear dark yet calculating, as if trying to pinpoint your boundaries so he won't cross them later.
Finding his intentions to respect you unbearably sexy, you can't help but squeeze your thighs together, trembling eyes almost begging him to touch you. Still, the handsome man settles on teasingly tugging at the edge of your dress, smirking down at you smugly. âItâs the first time Iâve had a stranger offer me advice on my sex lifeâ, you observe with a playful giggle yet the way youâre staring at him from under your lashes is nothing but seductive. The heat in your panties instantly turns to dampness when his fingers finally move under your dress caressing the inside of your thighs, and you spread your legs slightly in order to allow him a little more space.
âHow rude of me not to introduce myself... Iâm Jiminâ, he states with his voice becoming even more sensuous, causing goosebumps to shoot down your back and your legs to almost quiver. âIâm Y/N-â, you barely manage to utter before his fingers come in contact with the spot you need it most. A heavy sigh escapes you as pleasure paints over your expression when he starts to move his fingers up and down, rubbing them against your clothed pussy. âNice to meet you Y/Nâ, he chuckles lowly, clearly satisfied with your reaction to his touch.
You place a hand on his slim waist for support, fingers gripping onto the fabric of his black shirt in attempt to choke back a moan when he adds more pressure and rhythm to his touch. "You know... If I was your man, then it would never get to the point where you'd have to drop hints for us to have sex; I'd rail you to your heart's content", his words are fierce and direct compared to the subtle and gentle way he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear the moment you look up to meet his gaze. The lustful look youâre giving him urges him to go one step further, pulling your panties to the side and entering two of his fingers inside you.
Astonished by his bold invasion of your body, you canât help but let out a staggered gasp. Yet, your state of astonishment is even more prolonged when his plump lips find their way to the now exposed skin of your neck, peppering wet kisses all over it. âJimin, weâre not alone hereâ, you mutter in a brief state of clarity through the haziness of pleasure. "Oh, so you want to continue somewhere more private?â, he murmurs against your skin, his thick fingers suddenly curling inside you. The stimulation is too intense youâre surprised you didnât fold on the spot. Instead in an attempt to control yourself, you clamp a palm against your mouth stifling a high-pitched whine.
âLook at how your pussy is squeezing my fingers. I can already imagine it clenching on my cock â, he rasps with a slight grunt of anticipation before he finally draws his face from your neck to look at you. His tongue darts out of his mouth to lick his lips, his eyes never leaving yours. Not that youâd ever be able to take your eyes away from him either! âCome on baby, let me...", he speaks with his full lips now brushing against the shell of your ear.
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âGenre: Soulmate AU, Fluff, (Slight) Angst, (Slight) Smut, Series
Warnings: Mentions of sexual intercourse (though not that graphic)
âWord Count: 1k
âSummary: The first words soulmates ever speak to one another are written on each other's body - and those very first words immensely daunt famous CEO Kim Taehyung, to the point he's dreading to meet his own soulmate.
Kim Taehyung
Pausing for a few seconds, Taehyung studies her expression thinking her words over. Once, twice... He wonders how she could have come up with that assumption until he thinks back to how cordial he acts with his best friend's wife and daughter. Since Mi-rae saw their interaction out of context, it is only natural she'd assume something like that; even if it's far from the truth. As soon as he realises that his silence is bound to raise even more groundless suspicions, he looks up at her ready to reassure her that it's all just a misunderstanding. Before he's able to form any word though, he's taken aback by the sight of her vibrant eyes glistening with tears. "Mi-rae listen-", his rushed attempt to explain is cut short by a hard push from the clearly distraught girl. "Save it Taehyung! Soulmates or not, I'm not getting in the way of you and your family!", she exclaims stomping over to the door.
"No, Mi-rae wait!", he rushes after her grabbing her arm and drawing her towards him. Her back slamming against his chest, he wraps her arms around her enveloping her smaller body close to his tall frame. "You don't have to leave. I-", his intended explanation is once again interrupted by Mi-rae's soft voice. "Taehyung, you already have your family. You can't ruin that because of some stupid soulmate bond. Please... Let me go", she mutters sniffling pitifully. With a tender smile forming on his lips, Taehyung tightens his hold on her. He swears he really is falling for her more and more with each passing moment... "Silly girl... How could I ever build a family with someone other than my soulmate?", he whispers leaning in and resting his chin on her shoulder. "Then, who was-?", "It was my best friend's wife and daughter", he's the one to interrupt this time - finally answering her question.
Nuzzling his face at the nape of her neck, he smirks at the visible shudder he causes to her body. "Stupid or not, this soulmate bond has always been valuable to me", he whispers against her skin not missing her throaty sigh while his palms travel down to her hips. "You asked me to let you go, but I don't think I'm able to, not anymore", he spins her around already leaning towards her lips. "Taehyung", his name slipping past those lips halts his actions. Gazing at Mi-rae's eyes, as if caught in a trance, he patiently awaits her next words. "I don't actually hate you. I hate how long it took for you to hold me in your arms like this", she whispers and that's enough to ignite a spark inside him; reserved for her and her only. "Oh, Mi-rae... My Mi-rae", her name is lost on the passion of the kiss they both share.
Kang Mi-rae
The depth of the kiss, makes Mi-rae's knees go weak as she wraps her arms around Taehyung's broad shoulders hanging onto his. "Taehyung-ah... Mmm", she's barely able to utter anything but his name as mumbles of pleasure take over her voice. I'm not able to let go anymore, either. She surrenders herself willingly and completely to him, as he pulls away from their passionate kiss only to pick her up delicately and carry her bridal style over to his bedroom. She's softly laid on the bed before Taehyung carefully hovers over her, treating her like she's the most precious thing in his life. The feeling's clearly mutual as Mi-rae keeps her arms wrapped around him and boldly initiates their second kiss.
Neutral POV
They both gradually entrust and drown themselves in each other while their kisses adjourn to different locations and their clothes are thrown one after the other on the bedroom floor. None of them feel the slightest discomfort or insecurity, once their naked bodies are engulfed in each other's embrace. Taehyung relishes the softness of Mi-rae's bare skin against his own, distancing himself slightly to admire her for a moment or two. On her part, Mi-rae is utterly taken by Taehyung's intimate contact with her, both on a physical and emotional level. So much so, that when he pulls away from her, she feels exposed. As if his warmth is much more capable of jacketing her body than any other piece of clothing.
While gazing tenderly at each other's eyes, a sudden chill crept up on both of their backs when they realise what they are about to do. They are about to consummate their long-awaited love. Many would cower back at the thought of a commitment baring such depth but them, their fears and bitterness surrounding the idea of a soulmate are long gone now. Little do they know that they are both going to make each other's dreams come true. However, now, finally becoming one, all they know is they love one another and that's enough for them. Giving to the feeling of climax and completion, the two of them end up lying on the bed side-facing one another and holding hands, out of breath.
A small smile appears on Taehyung's face as he guides her hand on his own close to his lips before peppering it with gentle pecks. Mi-rae's face, now unclouded by pleasure, adorns a shy smile as she giggles at his sweet gesture. His hand still clasped with her is pulled towards her own face, this time, as she looks up at him from under her long lashes. Without tearing her eyes from his intense gaze, she starts kissing his fingertips adoringly. In response, Taehyung caresses her cheek with his other hand and then leans in to kiss her forehead before enclosing her in a warm hug.
Countless were the times when Mi-rae watched a movie or read a book about romance wishing with all her might for her own to blossom. Now, it finally starts to... She could hear the steady beat of his heart against her chest and it felt as if it assured her that everything was going to be okay from now on.
On the other hand, Taehyung's life-long lingering question has finally been answered. Even if the phrase 'I hate you' will forever remain written on his skin, the love received from her will forever be engraved in his soul. That's what matters most to him, what he always wanted. For his soulmate to love him.
Expectancy prevailed over their lives for a long time but they finally found a home to stay, a home in each other.
âGenre: Soulmate AU, Fluff, (Slight) Angst, (Slight) Smut, Series
Warnings: None for this part
âWord Count: 2.7k
âSummary: The first words soulmates ever speak to one another are written on each other's body - and those very first words immensely daunt famous CEO Kim Taehyung, to the point he's dreading to meet his own soulmate.
Kim Taehyung
A variety of scenarios would, more often than not, cross Taehyung's mind regarding his first meeting with his soulmate and more specifically, what would follow after his soulmate's first words to him. Ranging from dealing with an outburst of frustration and sorrow to a response of a playful and harmless nature, he had pondered over all the possible courses those three dreadful words would lead to. Thus, he would be lying if he claimed that facing the teary-eyed girl now, wasn't one of the predicted outcomes. Even so, he still remains at a loss; cluelessly staring at her as she attempts to wipe her tears away with her sleeve-covered fists.
His heart broke at the sight.
Unhesitatingly taking a step closer, he soon embraces the weeping girl. Wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to his body. In this moment, Taehyung feels as if he's just put the last piece missing in the puzzle of his life. Yet, one question still lingers in his mind, "Why exactly do you hate me?". It seems insensible and selfish of him to raise that kind of question right now but he's so desperate to know that it just slipped out. Alas, his response comes in the form of a small whimper soon progressing into another surge of more intense crying. Taehyung's eyes widen at the sight of the inconsolable girl in his arms and he hastily blurts out the first words of comfort that come to mind, "A-ah, it's fine. Hey, it's okay. Shh shh".
Several reassuring strokes on her back later, when her crying begins to cease, the girl in his arms lifts her head to face him. Breath getting caught in his throat, Taehyung instantly commits her beautiful features to memory. Vibrant brown eyes, bow-shaped coral lips, a mole under the corner of her left eye; on which he's almost tempted to lay a kiss, right then and there. He resists this sudden urge and instead focuses on the red hues that have appeared on her cheeks. Briefly wondering whether the reason behind them is the embarrassment from being close to him or the chill of the evening breeze, he eventually opts in favour of the second one, "You must be starting to get cold. We could go back inside to talk, if you want to". Removing his hands from around her slim figure, Taehyung offers her a small, slightly awkward smile. Brown eyes melting into their counterpart, he swears he can make out the contemplation in them as she gathers her thoughts trying to come up with what to do. "No. I don't want to go back inside, I'll just close early today". Her voice bears the same intensity her first words to him had. However, noting that she hasn't distanced herself from him yet nor shown any intention of rejecting him, he decides to take a chance...
"Alright then. Shall we go somewhere to talk, just the two of us?", he offers an earnest suggestion along with a charming smile. Either way, the worst she can do is decline in which case his alternative is to allow her some space for the time being. I could always drop by to see her tomorrow! "We could go to your place. But first, give me a moment to close the shop. Okay?", her firm tone underlines the words that leave her mouth, as if she's issuing a command rather than asking permission. He brushes it off though, this being the last thing he was expecting to hear, so he finds himself excited and optimistic by this unexpected turn of events. Be that as it may, he tries to play it cool while trying to convince himself not to get his hopes up. "Okay, I'll wait for you in the car", he answers having put on an aloof façade and offering her an easy-going smile before temporarily parting ways. Once inside the car, Taehyung takes off his mask and earbuds feeling like he's finally able to breathe. Not only is he shocked from having finally met his soulmate but also startled and at the same time impressed with her unexpected boldness; in other words, his mind is in disarray. He still can't believe he found her out of nowhere at a regular bakery, of all places! To think I might have walked out on her without ever knowing... Looking down at his soulmate tattoo, now visible from behind his watch, he smiles fondly. If it weren't for these words, he would have never met this empowered yet meek-looking young woman. Thinking back to their interaction, it seems like he was under pressure whenever she spoke or looked at him with her firm gaze. Even then, Taehyung was mesmerised by her vibrant eyes and melodic voice. It feels like he is familiarised with her, like she's seen right into his soul.
Hence the word 'soulmate', I guess...
The opening of the door from the passenger's side of the car brings Taehyung back to reality as he turns to look at his soulmate, who's quietly settling herself on the passenger's seat and proceeds to put on her seatbelt. He sheepishly rubs his chin in order to resist the temptation of reaching out and taking her hand in his own. He'll have to hold back; at least for now. Starting the car back on, he enters the highway about to head to the direction of his house when suddenly he is remined of his previous destination. "Would you mind if we made a small stop on the way?", he says indirectly asking for permission, to make sure she's okay with it. Thankfully, she is and Taehyung wastes no time to take the next exit, feeling glad he won't leave little Ae-cha disappointed. Plus, that way, he'll get to break out the news to them sooner rather than later. He smiles happily, feeling lucky that his soulmate is so understanding which also makes him less nervous to introduce her to them when the time comes. And that's when it hits him; he hasn't even asked her name! "We never got the chance to introduce ourselves, did we?", he sheepishly chuckles turning to face her after stopping at a red light. "You're right but you really don't need to introduce yourself to me, I already know who you are", she brushed him off briefly glancing his way before looking out the window. "Still, I think it's only right for me to introduce myself to my soulmate. So, I'm Kim Taehyung. Nice to meet you", he insists, not at all discouraged by her blunt words. He extends his hand to shake hers with his signature boxy smile, slightly thrilled to have an excuse to touch her once more. "I'm Kang Mi-rae", she proceeds to introduce herself as well, placing her hand in his and firmly shaking it.
She's guarded.
Be it the fact that she has barely met his gaze since getting in the car or how quickly she pulls her hand away from his after their handshake... Taehyung doesn't find it hard at all to draw that conclusion.
A few moments of silence later, he finally pulls up his car in front of a rather large yet lovely family house, "I'll be right back". After receiving a small nod of affirmation from Mi-Rae, he gets out of the car with the bag of hotteok in hand walking up to the door. After a couple of knocks, it flings open and the next thing he knows is an excited Ae-cha tightly hugging his legs, "You finally came!". Feeling his heart melt, he wastes no time to pick her up in his arms. "I did and guess what... I have a little surprise for you", he whispers playfully, delighting in the way her eyes sparkle at his words. "A surprise!? What is it!? Tell me!", she asks impatiently with an enthusiastic grin. Raising his hand that's holding the hotteok, in front of her line of vision, Taehyung lets out a laugh when he sees her bursting in a series of giddy squeals. He hands it over to her, softly pecking her cheek in the process. "Oh, Taehyung! Welcome!", a female voice interrupts their heartwarming moment as a woman approaches the two of them at the threshold. "Mum! Look, hotteok!", announces a thrilled Ae-cha to her mother who smiles warmly in return. "Wow, why don't you go eat them with the banana milk Dad bought for you yesterday?", she offers reaching out her hands to embrace her daughter. "Yeah", little Ae-cha agrees reaching for her too and soon finding herself in her darling mother's arms. "Aren't you going to come in?", the woman addressed Taehyung placing her hand cosily on his shoulder. With a slightly disappointed look taking over his face, he shakes his head negatively before responding, "Well, you see, something came up...", he mutters rubbing the nape of his neck sheepishly.
Kang Mi-rae
Waiting in the car for him to get back wasn't a problem for Mi-rae. She needed the time to take it all in, anyway. Long story short, she met her soulmate and instead of running into his arms blissfully, she uttered the worst thing she could possibly say to him. "I hate you". Who says that to a guy they've just met!? And on top of that, proceed to cry their eyes out instead of explaining themselves!? Not to mention bluntly demanding to head to his house and then being gruff while he's simply trying to engage her in conversation!? What is wrong with her!? The way she's acting, he must be thinking she's mentally unstable! Even if he does though, he is definitely not showing it. Far from it actually! Taehyung actually reacted to her absurd meltdown calmly and even brushed off her offish behaviour that followed after it. She's on the verge of blushing again, merely by the memory of how he was holding her so close to him not so long ago. She can recall the dismay in his tone when he asked her why she hated him. If only instead of crying, she told him how far from the truth that is... She doesn't hate him, not at all! She hates how long it took for him to find her. Not that it's his fault, it is just the way the universe works. She sees it now... It is meant for it to take so long; the longer it takes, the more healing it'll be. She can already sense it... Her past struggles and never-ending loneliness fade away the more time she spends with him.
Bitter thoughts aside, Mi-rae always knew that if she were to meet her soulmate, she would love him more than any other woman has ever loved a man. She would not pay mind to his background, financial or social. She would simply love the man she was destined by the universe to be with. For him to turn out to be Kim Taehyung of all people, is an entirely different issue. You'd have to be living under a rock in order not to be aware of the infamous CEO who goes by the name of Kim Taehyng. Even if she wanted to avoid knowledge of him, she couldn't, since he has been appearing on the cover of almost every magazine with a topic on celebrities. As far as she can remember, there has always been an article or sometimes even an entire section dedicated to him alone! Whether it be actual facts or mere rumours about him, the editors never missed the opportunity to publish every piece of information they had gotten their hands on. How does she know all this? Obviously, Mi-rae's not the type to read such magazines; but her friends are! They all had a major crush on Kim Taehyung and never missed a single opportunity to suck in all the information and rumours circling around him. Even if that was before they had found their soulmates, considering who ended up being her own, she now regrets not paying attention to her friends going on and on about him. Mi-rae sighs regrettably as she turns her gaze to check on what her soulmate is doing.
Is that a woman holding a child the one he's talking to!?
Eyes widening, she cranes her neck to get a better view, frowning at the sight. Don't tell me he has a family! No way, he's known to be a bachelor! But what if he's managed to keep this part of his private life a secret!? But why would he come here now? Probably to let his wife know about him finding his soulmate and assuring her that he's going to reject- Enough, enough! Ask him to clarify his intentions when he gets back. No sooner had she collected herself than Taehyung got in the car. "Sorry to have kept you waiting but I needed to deliver hotteok to my little girl, she was craving it!", he offers her an apologetic smile and puts on his seatbelt before starting the car. "Was that your daughter?", is the question that never becomes audible; the words caught in Mi-rae's throat dreading the affirmative answer that might follow it. Instead, a good-natured smile is shown in return, "Don't worry about it".
After a quiet 10-minute car ride, Taehyung finally pulls up in front of his house. House, more like a mansion! Stepping out of the car first, he opens the door for her and holds out his hand. Placing her small hand in his large one - hoping he won't notice it slightly trembling - she glances at him with a tense expression before stepping out of the car herself and letting him show her the way. Once inside his house slash mansion, Taehyung lets go of her hand to remove his coat and she's suddenly overtaken by an unprecedented feeling of emptiness. Not the emptiness she has felt before; that lonesome and unfulfilling sentiment, but rather a sense of yearning for skinship - one that seems only he can satisfy. The touch of his hands on her shoulders instantly diminishes the feeling and she whips her head towards him only to see him smiling at her affectionately. Slightly pulling on her coat gesturing his intention to help her take it off, he pulls it off her shoulders and then her arms. She notes that she's extremely aware of every part of her body that his hands brush upon. Pivoting herself to face him, she watches as he hangs the two coats. "Do you mind if I change into something more comfortable?", his request breaks her out of her staring. "Not at all".
Sat in a comfy armchair is how she decides to wait for him, her eyes scanning the space around her while her thoughts swirl in uneasiness. All she wants to do is lose herself in his arms, diving into the warmth of his embrace but- How can she do that if there's already a woman he's chosen to hold like this!? I have to ask him! What I'll do with the answer- Well, it depends on the answer! "I'm back, sorry to keep you waiting yet again", his apology falls on deaf ears when she raises her gaze towards him.
How can someone's appearance be so simple and so flawless at the same time...?
This man... He's utter perfection.
Clearing her throat to compose herself, she rises from her seat before he gets the chance to approach her. "It's fine. Actually, I have something I want to ask you", she manages to keep her tone steady and serious despite being overwhelmed by dread. Taking a step closer to her, he envelopes her hands in his, looking directly into her eyes; his gaze so intense it feels like it can pierce right through her. "You can ask me anything, sweetheart", he says in a voice so low it almost resembles a purr. In an attempt to ignore the goosebumps that immediately spread on her body and the fastened beating of her heart, she focuses on uttering her question. "I-I... I wanted to a-ask you... if you... Um", she stumbles through her words unable to tear her gaze off of him. Her fidgety state distracts her from noticing the way Taehyung starts leaning towards her. Wait, is he going to ki-! "Was that woman earlier your wife!?", she ends up almost shrieking at his face with her eyes shut fearfully. She didn't want to phrase it so bluntly but what's done is done. All that's left now is his next words and whether they're going to leave her relieved or broken...
âGenre: Soulmate AU, Fluff, (Slight) Angst, (Slight) Smut, Series
Warnings: None for this part
âWord Count: 2k
âSummary: The first words soulmates ever speak to one another are written on each other's body - and those very first words immensely daunt famous CEO Kim Taehyung, to the point he's dreading to meet his own soulmate.
Kim Taehyung
"I hate you"
It is believed that 'hate' is a strong word and Taehyung has come to share that belief to his very core. Ever since he dicovered its meaning, he has been contemplating on the weight such a word might carry. Usually it is used to express contempt, sometimes it can even be used to tease somebody. The second manner would be okay, however, it's the first one Taehyung has always dreaded. Can one blame him though? Any sane person would worry knowing that the first words their soulmate addresses to them could be those of hatred. Letting out a long sigh, he glances at his wrist wriggling aside his expensive watch to reveal the phrase tattooed on his skin in cursive. "Will you really hate me?", he wonders to himself leaning back in the leather chair at his office. To say he has done his absolute best to prevent those words from being hostile was a given. Aside from the values he's received from his upbringing, Taehyung had always tried to be kind and gentle to everyone he's met over the course of the years. One would call it 'pretend' if it weren't for the fact that Taehyung was genuinely a nice person, to begin with. That's why, he found it even more unbelievable that his soulmate of all people would direct those words towards him, in the first place. To the eyes of many women, Taehyung was seen as a real catch; a confident young man with an intimidating aura, a successful CEO with dashingly good looks, often wearing a serious, blank expression on his face and occasionally shooting sharp, intense stares. Perhaps, it may be the rumours of his overall demeanour and not his actual character that will displease her. That, he could handle...
From the top of the skyscraper where his personal office is, Taehyung averts his gaze to the view of the city's sprawl through the glass windows. His signature blank expression takes over his face but his mind is far from blank at the moment. Luckily, the thoughts swirling in his head are put to a stop at the sound of his mobile ringing.
"Hello?"
"Ah Taehyungie! Are we still on for tonight?"
"Yes, I'll be coming once I'm off from work..."
"Great! Could you perhaps bring some desserts? Our little Ae-cha has cravings"
"Anything for my cute little girl! I'll stop by a store to get something on my way there"
"Thank you so much Taetae! Take care! See you tonight!"
Placing the phone back in his pocket with a small smile, Taehyung briefly relishes that fact that at least he's got the two of them in his life. Sharing a bond with him that likens the one of a soulmate and being part of such a lovely family are what have kept Taehyung comforted whenever he gets desperate or depressed at the idea of never meeting, or worse, being hated by his soulmate. Sometimes, he can't help the guilt of being lulled into feeling content with this kind of settlement but, at the end of the day, he's only human - and humans dread ending up alone.
----
Leaving work a couple hours later in high spirits, the eligible CEO gets in his GV80 and drives off. On the road, he takes glances at the off-street shops searching for the one suitable to satisfy little Ae-cha's cravings. Finally spotting a decent looking bakery, Taehyung parks his car and starts getting ready to head inside. Since he doesn't want to go through the trouble of being recognised by anyone, he opts to wear a white mask and a pair of colour-matched earbuds. Entering the small bakery with a chime in the door, he looks around only to notice a single employee decorating some patbingsoo in the oven room. With a slight shrug, he begins his search to select the perfect option of a dessert for Ae-cha. Settling on some hotteok, he heads over to the check-out seeing that the female employee has returned in order to service him. To his surprise though, he can't seem to overlook the dark brunette employee in front of him. Clear, brown eyes meet his own as he hands her over the pack of hotteok. Slim, long fingers fiddle around placing the package inside a bag while he's just left observing actions. No words are spoken between them, which Taehyung attributes to the fact that the mask, the earbuds and his signature blank look don't exactly make him look like the most approchable person at the moment. After handing over the amount of money commensurate for the price of the product, he forces himself to just take the bag and leave. However, having no intention of ever neglecting his good manners, before he exits, Taehyung turns slightly around to face the female employee and utters with a small bow, "Goodnight". He would be lying to himself if he didn't admit that this girl caught his eye. But since he has no intention of further falling out with his soulmate, he's not going to make a move on any other girl. Shutting the bakery's door behind him, he's about to head over to his car but instead he's interrupted by the sound of the door's chime, that's being opened and then shut once again. Before even getting the chance to turn around, the words Taehyung has been both dreading and desiring to hear his whole life are being yelled furiously at him, "I hate you!".
Kang Mi-rae
"Goodnight"
A phrase so commonly used it barely holds any special meaning to everyone but Mi-rae... Since these will be her soulmate's very first words to her. In the beginning, she was worried; if she was going to hear that word almost every day in her life, how could she know which was coming from her soulmate? However, that worry was long gone the moment the phrase was uttered to her by a random classmate of hers during primary school. Despite him having said the exact word tattooed on the skin of her mid-thigh in cursive, Mi-rae was not the least bit alerted. That's how she realised that the word would hold true meaning only when spoken to her by her own soulmate. So, she went on with her life constanly dreaming and longing to meet her one and only, the love of her life, her soulmate... And days turned into months and months turned into years with Mi-rae threading her way through all kinds of struggles withour her soulmate by her side. Her faith on meeting him, though, had always provided her with the strength and comfort she needed to pull through them all. Her thoughts were always consumed and centered around finding him. Everytime she visited a new place or met new people, all she could think about was "Could he be here?", "Could he be the one?". One would say she was starting to get obsessed, but she had honestly tried not to put too much thought into it. But how could she not constantly look for her other half when she knew he's somewhere out there?
Growing up with watching rom-coms and reading romance novels, Mi-rae had long since prepared herself for her love story and her eagerness to experience it has never ceased. However, her patience had started to grow thinner and thinner as time kept going by and she was left to watch all the girls around her find their soulmates. Soon, her unfulfilled yearning gave way to frustration and bitter thoughts.
Is love that hard to find in this world?
Or does it come only when you don't look for it?
But how can I not look for it?
How can I let it go and move on with my life until someday I 'accidentally' come across it?
I need it now!
If I ever meet my soulmate I'll tell him that I hate him!
I hate him for not showing up earlier, I hate him for not showing up when I needed him most, I hate him for not taking care of me when he should have, I hate him for not being my shoulder to cry on, I hate him for- I just hate him!
I'll make sure to tell him that!
----
It is yet another chilly evening with Mi-rae working at her family's bakery. The small shop, well-known in the area, was passed down to one generation after the other and truthfully, Mi-rae was content with being part of the family business. Ever since she was little, she always accompanied her parents and helped them with their work at the bakery; from making soboro bread with her dad to decorating patbingsoo with her mum. She never had great aspiration in terms of a career even if she excelled at school and had the potential to study both law and medical sciences alike. On the contrary, Mi-rae desired a different and simple life; all she wanted was to have a loving family someday. She dreamt of that 'happily ever after' with her caring husband and their sweet children. Unfortunately though, without her soulmate, that dream will always be out of reach... With her tenth frustrated sigh, today, triggered by thoughts of her soulmate, she withdraws to the oven room and starts decorating some patbingsoo in order to cheer herself up. Not long after, the chime of the door from the bakery's entrance notifies her of a customer's arrival. Finishing up the last touches and placing the desserts inside the refrigerator, she heads up to the check-out waiting for the customer while slightly yet rhythmically tapping her hands on the counter.
When a tall, golden blond-haired man enters her line of vision, her tapping halts as she's about to greet him. However, be it the fact that he's wearing earbuds or that he's avoiding eye contact with her, she hesitates to do so. Simply taking the pack of hotteok he selected, she puts it in a bag after a quick scan of its bar code. Opening her mouth to state its price, she's once again silenced by him handing her the exact amount of money required. Mi-rae had dealt with rude and ignorant customers before and it had always consisted of her giving them a stern yet good-natured scolding to the point they apologised to her for their behaviour. This time, however, it was different. Observing the blank expression on this man's face, feeling his intimidating aura, glimpsing at his intense brown orbs; she couldn't bring herself to properly address him, let along snap at him. Therefore, without the both of them having uttered a single word to one another, she watches as the subdued man begins to walk out of her bakery. Letting out a breath she didn't realise she was holding back, she's about to return to her patbingsoo decorating when suddenly the sound of a certain familiar word reaches her ears, "Goodnight". Halting her step with her lips parting, a wide-eyed Mi-rae finds herself almost unable to comprehend what she just heard. Consumed by a world-shaking feeling, the phrase ringing in her ears over and over, she bolts towards the exit of the bakery.
It's him.
My... My actual...
My actual SOULMATE!
IT'S HIM!
It feels as if she is running in slow motion whereas her thoughts are running wild at the speed of light. She's finally met her soulmate! The one who's going to love and cherish her unconditionally! The one she's going to spend the rest of her days with, share a family with! The life she has always dreamt of is now within her reach! Euphoria wells up inside her at these thoughts yet the bitter memories from the past instantly catch up to her. All the times she cried over the loneliness she felt by his absence. Her hopes of meeting him getting shattered day after day with no sign of him. She suffered from that emptiness her whole life... All because he wasn't there, beside her! Once out of the bakery, Mi-rae doesn't need to think of the first thing she is going to say to her soulmate. Glaring at his back with tears appearing at the corner of her eyes, she lets out all the frustration she had in store for him in a single phrase, "I hate you!".
âGenre: Soulmate AU, Fluff, (Slight) Angst, (Slight) Smut, Series
âSummary: The first words soulmates ever speak to one another are written on each other's body - and those very first words immensely daunt famous CEO Kim Taehyung, to the point he's dreading to meet his own soulmate.
Sneak PeekâŽ
He would be lying to himself if he didn't admit that this girl caught his eye... But since he has no intention of falling out with his soulmate, he's not going to make a move on any other girl. Shutting the bakery's door behind him, he's about to head over to his car but instead he's interrupted by the sound of the door's chime, being opened and then shut once again. Before even getting the chance to turn around, the words Taehyung has been both dreading and desiring to hear his whole life are being yelled furiously at him, "I hate you!".
âPairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
âGenre: Smut, (Slight) Fluff, One-shot
Warnings: vulgar language (Yoongi cursing), oral sex;fem receiving (Yoongiâs tongue technology), fingering, hand job, vaginal sex (protected and kinda rough)Â [18+ MDNI]
âWord Count: 2.6k
âSummary: A rebellious Min Yoongi keeping the company of a docile girl seemingly appears a bit odd. However, there are certain things that connect the two and those are music and sex.
âMin Yoongi, get out of my class!â, the professorâs agitated yell echoes throughout the classroom and all the students are left to watch a fuming Yoongi storm out, slamming the door behind him. âFucking assholeâ, he growls marching up to his locker and starting to take out his things. âI swear that was the last straw! Iâm going to drop out!â, he mutters frustratingly slipping his guitarâs strap over his shoulder and shoving his laptop along with his music equipment in his bag. âFuck those shitty professors! Acting like they care whether I become successful or not, while all they do is promote their own favourites. What a shitshow! As if fake support and perfect grades will get me to my dream. I donât need anyoneâs help. Iâm going to get there on my own!â, he determinedly grumbles to himsef slamming his locker shut. âYoongi-ssiâ, her gentle voice is immediately recognised by him and he halts his movements turning around to face her.
Y/N; one of his classmates, a quiet and mellow girl who Yoongi has developed a soft spot for. Â âSweetheart, Iâve told you before to stop adressing me so formallyâ, he chastises her with a small smile and a tender gaze, his frustration slowly dissipating. She mumbles a timid apology with a slight bow of her head before raising her eyes to meet his. âYou shouldnât drop outâ, she tells him attentively, taking a step towards him. âYou heard that huh?â, he half-smirks leaning his body against the lockers as he takes out his pack of cigarettes, not missing the frown that instantly takes over her features. Heâs aware of her disapproval of him smoking but he canât force himself to quit it; it helps him cool off whenever heâs upset. Having placed the cigarette between his lips, he glances over at her while he lights it, chuckling at her reaction. âYouâre cute when you poutâ, he teases enjoying the red tint on her cheeks that only he seems to be able to evoke.
One might wonder why he hasnât already made a move on her. The reason behind that is because he doesnât feel like he deserves her; heâs a rebel and sheâs a sweetheart. He canât trust his unstable self around her, sooner or later his reckless actions would hurt her. âAfter you left, professor Han announced to us that a showcase is going to be held at the end of the month where every student has to participate-â, his nonchalant groan interjects her making her memontarily pause before continuing unbothered by his evident expression of disdain. âHe also mentioned that representatives from certain music companies will be present, on the look-out for new recruitsâ, she finishes her sentence knowing full well that by the end of it, sheâs got his attention back. And she was right... Yoongiâs eyes gleam conspiratorily as the cogs in his brain start turning full-speed, brainstorming tons of ideas before ultimately settling on one, âLetâs do a performance togetherâ.
Despite his rebellious tendancies, slacking off has never been a part of Yoongiâs vocabulary so the moment Y/N agrees to their collaboration, he has thrown himself right into work; coming up with a series of melodies and beats while trying to put together the best song heâs ever produced. After all, he has a knack for constantly surpassing his previous works and outdoing himself. âThis is amazing Yoongi!â, and of course, the sight of Y/Nâs impressed face when she listens to the final result is a bonus. A proud smirk appears on his face pushing aside his usually humble self; a behaviour brought out solely by her expression of admiration towards him. âGlad you like it. Can I trust you to have the lyrics figured out by the end of the weekend?â, he asks reverting back to his professional self. âItâs Friday... Iâll have them done by tomorrow night! You can count on me, Yoongiâ, she grins widely at him, determination flashing over her clear eyes. He smiles satisfied with her work ethic, gathering his equipment from around the studio of their university where they had arranged to meet up. âAlright then! So... Want to go grab a drink or something?â, he suggests casually and when she shoots him a quizzical look, he reveals to her his habit of rewarding himself after finishing a project by indulging in the calming sensation of alcohol. Giggling at that, Y/N agrees in a heartbeat.
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âHow can you still look so pure? Naked and writhing under meâ. He tried to resist. Really, he tried. How had an innocent offer for a drink led to this? âYoongi pleaseâ. When did things go off track? Was it when the conversation somehow ended up heading to their past sex experiences? Was it when she revealed how much she craved to be eaten out since her fingers were not good enough for her anymore? Was that his breaking point? His eyes had darkened as he processed her drunken confession and without wasting another moment, he rushed her out of the bar they had been lounging at - the one heâd always opted for since itâs the closest to his apartment. Thanking the heavens for this convenience, Yoongi led the girl only two blocks down the street gently pulling her along by the grip his long, slender fingers had on her wrist. It wasnât until he reached his doorstep that the reality of what he was rushing her into dawned on him and guilt started to consume him. He became so eager that he didnât even glimpse at her the entire time. If he did, he could have at least gathered from her body language or expressions whether she was as eager to do this as him. He mentally facepalms himself for almost taking advantage of her innocence like that and proceeds to loosen his grip on her turning around to voice his apology. âAre we not gonna go in?â, her voice laced with anticipation reaches his ears before heâs able to complete neither of his intented actions; his fingers remaining encircled around her wrist, his apology dying in his throat. What he turned to face was the sight of her clear, impatient eyes gazing up at him, her cheeks flashed and her thighs tightly pressed together. Yeah... That was his breaking point.
Nose brushing against the skin of her inner thigh, Yoongi resumes his previous actions ignoring defiantly the begging whimpers of the innocent girl whose legs are wide open for him. âYouâre so loudâ, he sighs with a low chuckle as he finally stops his trail of wet kisses on her thighs. âAlright, if you need it so much... Iâll give it to youâ, he smirks as his index finger creeps over to the part of her that seems to be calling out to him; glistening with her arousal, clenching over nothing. Yoongi only but presses his finger against her clit, slightly rubbing on it and thatâs all it takes for him to hear the sweetest moan fall past her lips. âIs that it? Thatâs what you were whining about? Hm... Youâre easier to please than I thoughtâ, he mocks her moving his finger down her slit before he brings it - now coated with her arousal - over to his mouth. He doesnât break eye contact, his intense gaze remaining on her as his finger leaves his mouth with an intentional âpopâ. Y/N knows he is only teasing her. She knows Min Yoongi isnât stupid. He had known what she craved for him to do the moment she was left lying naked under him, her legs parting as she bared herself to him. So, she whines his name again looking at him with furrowed eyebrows and pouty lips. "You're cute when you pout", a smirking Yoongi mumbles knowing she's had enough of his teasing by now. And so, his smirk disappears into her dripping and pulsating core as he starts to ravish her; wet lips pressing down fervently, skillfull mouth moving eagerly as if it belongs to a man who has been starved for days. âNow sing for me, your moans are the sweetest musicâ, he whispers with his warm tongue flicking her clit which causes her body to jolt and his request to be fulfilled. A string of moans fall past her open lips and her small fingers tangle themselves in his hair tugging them firmly in search of a way to channel the immense pleasure surging through her body.
Yoongiâs senses are overwhelmed by her voice, scent and taste and his resolve to go easy on her is easily broken. His slender fingers grip her thighs pushing her knees to her chest as he plunges his tongue in and out of her more forcefully. He feels her legs start to tremble as she continues to moan and mumble incoherently about how good it feels. This only adds to his fervour; two fingers take his tongue's place inside her slit and his tongue moves over to suck on her clit. That does it for Y/N. Her head drops back on the bed and her back arches against it as she reaches a toe-curling orgasm. Yoongi removes his fingers but not his tongue, simply slowing its movement instead, in order to prolong her pleasure. Y/N rides out her high humming in satisfaction before giving his hair another slight tug to let him know she's done.
A dazed smile appears on her lips when Yoongi lifts his head and locks eyes with her. "Good girl. Such a good girl for me", he praises her with a half-smile, half-smirk squeezing her thighs softly. His sturdy body then moves up to press against her own bringing them face to face. She simply stares at him too breathless to voice her own thoughts. Even more so when he kisses her deeply letting her taste herself on his tongue as he swipes it over her own. Y/N moans in his mouth, desperately wanting to reciprocate the pleasure she just experienced. Getting more daring, she sucks on his tongue lowering her hands towards his clothed erection. Yoongi won't deny that he's been feeling his cock straining in his jeans all while eating her out. When he notices her getting more daring, he pulls away from the kiss and casts his gaze down to the sight of her nimble fingers fumbling with his zipper. "Too eager, aren't we now, sweetheart?", Yoongi teases her slightly biting onto his lip while he waits for her next move. "I want to pleasure you too, Yoongi", Y/N states confidently, her words all the more fuelling his lust for her.
His hand joins hers to remove his jeans and he hastily kicks them off along with his briefs. Hardly does his erection make its appearance before Y/N's hands are touching it, feeling his hard cock up and down eagerly. Yoongi groans from the pleasure he's suddenly receiving, burying his face in her neck and sloppily sucking on it while he lets her do what she wants with him. A small whimper is all Y/N allows herself to release, her mind now set on only pleasuring him. Her thumb swipes across the tip of his cock smearing his arousal all over the head, before she resumes to vertically stroking his cock. "Ff-fuck Y/N, keep going", Yoongi grumbles under his ragged breath, his hands gripping the sheets on its side of her body as he hovers over her. She glances up at him with a satisfied smile, only now noticing how straining his position appears to be. Using her other hand, Y/N grasps Yoongi's shoulder firmly, pushing him to the side and making him lie down on his back. Her other hand keeps working on his cock, as she moves to straddle his legs, "Much better", she comments earning a simple nod from Yoongi as he lets out a deep breath, visibly relaxed and now more open to the pleasure he's receiving. Y/N slightly tightens her grip around his slim girth and moves her hand more swiftly on his long length. Shivers travel through her entire body, almost making her halt her movements, when she hears him let out a low moan. "Dammit Y/N", Yoongi hisses with his jaw clenched, abruptly lifting his torso and grabbing the girl by her hips. His lips find hers in a fervent kiss whilst she continues to stroke his cock.
"Y/N, I need you to answer me something...", a panting Yoongi murmurs against her lips placing his hand on top of her own to halt her actions. "Are we going to go all the way or...?", he trails off looking her straight in the eyes with a serious expression. Y/N glances down at his cock, erect in her hold between them, raising Yoongiâs doubts of whether she actually wants to do this with him or not. He deems his concerns as justified when he sees her lift herself off of his lap, drawing away from him. A deep frown settles on his lips in disappointment until he realises that she's settling herself beside him; lying down on her back and opening her legs for him. Once again, Yoongi erases all of his inhibitions - hastily taking out a condom from the drawer of his bedside table and eagerly moving to place himself between her legs after having put it on. "Are you sure about this, sweetheart?", he asks for her permission once again, gently cupping the outer side of her thighs. "Yes, I'm sure Yoongi. I want this, so don't hold back", she answers him urging him to go on with a roll of her hips towards his awaiting cock. That's the last consent Yoongi is going to take tonight...
Keeping one of his hands on her thigh, he uses the other to guide his cock to where she needs him most, entering her with a slow push. A whine slips past her now parted lips, drawing his attention. Yoongi focuses his gaze on her, drinking in the sight of her beautiful face twisted in pleasure, before moving his hips until his whole cock is buried deep inside her. He watches as she squirms and whimpers under him, wrapping her legs around him and pulling his body close. Her soft skin is burning hot against his with each one of his languid moves and her breathless moans sound melodic to his ears. As his rhythm accelerates, the sound of the raw contact between their bare flesh acts like the bass line to a song, providing him all the more satisfaction. His ears pick up on the moment her breath becomes more shallow, immediately knowing that she's close to coming undone. So, Yoongi leans in to Y/Nâs ear urging her in a whisper, "Cum around me, sweetheart". It's like he flipped a switch in her because in that exact moment, he feels her walls tightening around his cock as she cums, granting him his own orgasm as well.
Normally, if this was just a hook-up, Yoongi would already be lying on his back and lighting up a cigar while watching the random chick put her clothes back on to depart. With Y/N it's different, though. After disposing of the condom, when Yoongi lies on his back, he doesnât reach for his pack of cigars - instead, he reaches for her; pulling her body close to him as he hugs her waist. Closing his eyes, he relishes in the rhythm of her trying to steady her breath and the tuneful, satisfied hum that follows after she snuggles up to his side.
It is then that Yoongi realises that having sex with her feels the same as making music. And damn, he fully enjoys doing both.
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âPairing: Park Jimin x Reader
âGenre: Smut, One-Shot
Warnings: dom!Jimin/sub!Reader, dry humping (thigh riding), ass play, Daddy kink, bondage innuendos, mention of a blowjob, use of the nickname doll (out of appreciation, not objectification), mention of guns&murder [18+ MDNI]
âWord Count: 1.4k
âSummary: Failing a mission as a trained assassin; the consequences youâre going to face are obviously going to be grave. And all the more so, when Jimin - your trainer/boyfriend - is the one confronting you about it.
A dark figure standing in a bright room is the first thing you can make out when you crack your eyes open. What you come to realise next is that your body is laid on the ground with both your hands and legs tied. You turn your gaze back to the figure thatâs walking towards you, almost menacingly slow, and as the distance between you two lessens youâre finally able to see his face. A face you immediately recognise, making your eyes widen. Oh shit. âSurprised to see me, doll?â, Jimin smirks down at you and the hostility thatâs radiating off of him can only mean one thing - you failed your mission and heâs come to save you. The intensity in his eyes feels like pressure being applied to you and you canât help but bow down your head in submission. Still, the frustration of having failed your mission resurfaces in your mind making you scoff at him, âShut up and set me freeâ. His brows raise warningly at your boldness before he takes out a small knife from his pocket and drops it nonchalantly at his feet, âFreedom canât simply be given to you, doll. You have to fight for itâ. Weighing out his words, it doesnât take you long to understand what he wants you to do. Stretching your torso, your head inches closer to the fallen knife before you bite onto the hilt. Jiminâs eyes darken as he watches you wiggle your body until you manage to get on your knees before him. His tongue leaves his mouth to wet his full lips as memories of the times he looked down at you like this flood his mind. Your hands tied behind your back, looking up at him with your mouth open wide. Of course, he doesnât deny neither you or himself the pleasure, with a slight thrust of his hips towards you, his cock is soon engulfed in the warmth of your skillful mouth. He forces himself out of these dirty thoughts to focus back at the task he has at hand, now; disciplining you. He continues to watch you arch your back and turn your head to the side letting the knife drop from your mouth to your hands. Not even a minute later, youâve cut yourself free and are now standing before him gripping the knife in your hand. âCome on, doll. Show me what you gotâ, Jimin offers you a challenging smile, taking on a slight defensive stance.Â
You donât waste time, swiftly swinging the knife at him but heâs faster than you. A frustrated grunt leaves your lips each time you miss but you donât cease your advances, becoming more and more aggressive after each one; and thus more and more sloppy. âEasy now, doll. Thatâs not how I taught you to fightâ, Jiminâs voice is mocking you but the look in his eyes is serious, causing you to halt your movements. Taking a deep breath, your stare, now calculating, is directed straight at him and the moment you notice his shoulders slump, you abruptly pounce on him aiming at his side. This time, he isnât fast enough, but unfortunately, all you can manage is a slice through the fabric of his shirt. Taking on a more defensive stance, Jimin chuckles lowly readjusting the leather jacket on his shoulders - fleetingly flashing the NEVERMIND tattoo on his skin through the cut of his shirt. âThatâs more like itâ, you can feel his lustrous eyes pierce right through you, causing shivers to run down your spine; a mixture of fear and excitement taking over you. In one swift movement, Jimin slaps the knife out of your hand and pushes you up against the wall, which now you realise that during your fight you had gotten closer to. âYou follow my orders to the letter or next time Iâll tie you up myselfâ, he growls against your ear and you canât fight off the cheeky smirk that settles on your lips. âKinkyâ, you tease him and you can swear you witness his eyes darken even more before he brings his knee between your legs, applying just enough pressure for you to feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through your body. You let out a little gasp and bite your lips trying to contain yourself, not wanting to give in to him right away. But the moment his full lips graze against the shell of your ear nibbling it slightly, you know you can no longer resist him.
A needy moan slipping past your lips is enough for Jimin to know he has you right where he wants you. âYou're such a good girl for me when you want to beâ, he smirks as he pulls back to admire the pleasure thatâs written across your face; glazed-over eyes, parted lips, pleading expression. Tilting your chin towards him, he instantly connects his lips to yours, kissing them hungrily, swallowing your upcoming moans, as he continues the steady movement of his knee against your clothed pussy. âJimin, please... I want to feel you moreâ, you whine moving your hips towards him searching desperately for an increase in friction. Jiminâs smirk widens and his hands roughly grab onto your hips, swiftly closing the distance between you two. Now, he has you placed in such a position that makes it perfectly clear that he wants you to ride his thigh. âThatâs not what I meantâ, you whine once again and stilling your movements looking up at him indignantly. Jimin, however, glares down at you - a dominant aura emanating from him. âThatâs the most youâre gonna get after the little stunt you pulled. So, whatâs it gonna be doll?â, he states staring at you intensely yet coolly, his grip on your hips never loosening. âWill you rub your little, wet pussy against Daddyâs thigh now or are you gonna risk getting a punishment when we get back, instead?â, he lays out your options but you know with the way his fingers are now gripping onto your ass, forcing you down onto his thigh - and thus, applying pressure straight to your clothed clit - you have but one option. You whimper plaintively, your hands slowly moving over to hold onto his shoulders, before you start to roll your hips. A pleased hum and a squeeze of your ass is the reward you receive from Jimin as he watches you intensely pleasure yourself against the hard muscle of his thigh, âThatâs my girl... Now, let Daddy hear that lovely voice of yours tooâ, he murmurs huskily against your ear lowering his head towards your neck. A sweet, little cry is heard from your lips when he starts to suck on the soft skin close to the base of your neck and he answers back with a low, rough grunt of his own, barely keeping his composure. His hands begin to massage your ass as a way to distract himself but also in order to help you maintain your hip movement. Fingers dig into the plump flesh when he notices your pace speeding up, knowing you well enough to instantly understand what that means. âDaddy, Iâm gonna-â, you pant trying to get the words out but his hot kisses on your neck combined with the constant rubbing on your clit render you speechless. âCum for me, my lovely dollâ, he mumbles without ceasing his assault on your neck and ass; the actions of his teeth, lips, palms and fingers intensifying until the moment he feels your body release with a loud, unrestrained moan.Â
So lost are you in each other that you have forgotten the situation youâre currently in, until the defeaning sound of an alarm alerts you. Immediately coming down from your high, you shoot an alarmed look around you while Jimin keeps his face buried in your neck still gracing it with little nips and kisses. Not a moment later, an armed man bursts through the door with his gun aimed right at you shouting at you to put your hands up. Begrudgingly, Jimin groans pulling away from you, turning to glare daggers at the man who barged in on you two, âHey fool, just get out of my way". Simultaneously, Jiminâs one hand draws you to him by the waist and his other draws his own gun; a bullet flying straight to the manâs head in the blink of an eye. âShow-offâ, you tease him again with a cheeky smirk and he looks at you with a raised eyebrow. âYouâd rather you do it?â, he inquires with an amused smirk offering his gun to you but you shake your head as a ânoâ, smiling innocently up at him.
âI was the one held captive and youâre the one who came to set me freeâ.
âPairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader
âGenre: Smut, Fluff, One-Shot
Warnings: vaginal sex (kinda rough because Namjoon is part of the hulk line), slight breast and ass play [18+ MDNI]
âWord Count: 1.2k
âSummary: Hot, steamy nights and silly, lovey-dovey mornings... Thatâs what everyday life with Kim Namjoon as your boyfriend feels like!
His hands grip your thighs firmly.
His lips attack your mouth in vigorous kisses.
His body moulds against yours with every thrust.
His voice moans your name between groans and short breaths.
Heâs usually the type to be gentle but tonight...
âNaekkeo, so beautifulâ
âI want to feel every inch of your bodyâ
âYouâre all mine princessâ
âI love you babyâ
His tender, needy words are a contradiction to his rough, dominant actions - but youâd be lying if you said you donât like this side of him; to you, heâs perfect in everything he does, either way. You clutch tightly onto his muscular arms trembling with pleasure as your breath hitches at the tingling sensation thatâs spreading throughout your entire body. If it werenât for the immense amount of pleasure clouding your mind and numbing the pain, maybe you would have halted his actions a while ago. âI-Iâm close Joon-ah!â, you gasp out having almost forgotten how to breathe, your walls clenching around his pulsating cock. âThen letâs cum together baby, yeah?â, he asks glancing up at you to enjoy the fucked-up expression that has taken over on your face. The answer to his question is affirmative and it comes in the form of a whine, which urges him to pound against you at an even faster pace than before - entering so deep into you to the point it seems you become one.
Loud moans, in sync with the pounding of flesh, resonate through the bedroom, followed by a series of heavy pants upon the two of yoursâ release. Namjoonâs tense body relaxes on top of your own as he buries his face in your heaving breasts. Soon after, his mouth starts to leave a trail of kisses on them while his hands wrap themselves around your waist; he just canât seem to get enough. Your fingers find their way into his recently-cut short black hair, gently stroking them, and his eyes instantly lift up to gaze at the groggy state his previous actions have put you in. He smiles in satisfaction showing off his dimples before he lifts himself slightly off of you, supporting himself with his arms, as he marvels at the sight of each and every hickie and bruise heâs left on your body. âDamn baby... You look beautiful with my marks all over your bodyâ, his husky voice arouses you, causing goosebumps to flood your skin. Honestly, if he hadnât depleted all of your stamina already, youâd be on top of him by now, sinking into his cock and riding him like thereâs no tomorrow.
Alas, all you can manage in your current state is to leave a wet peck on his lips, âI know youâre hinting at a possible round 2 but Iâm really tired and we also have to go take a showerâ. The minute the words leave your mouth combined with a dejected sigh, a large pout appears on his lips. How can the man who had you weak in the knees with his hotness just a second ago, now look so adorable? His arms tighten around your waist and his face disappears in your breasts again, âAlright, no worries... Forget about the shower though. Letâs just stay here and cuddle, hm?â. It would be a lie if you denied that you desperately want to agree with him but you know, for the sake of hygiene, you have to put your foot down. You lay a tender kiss on his head before rolling him off of you, secretly hating yourself for deliberately abandoning his warm embrace. Feeling his intense, lustful eyes glued on your body, you push yourself out of bed only for your wobbly legs to give up on you. When you fall back onto the bed and straight into his arms, he canât help but grin victoriously as he chuckles against your ear teasing you. In a futile attempt to scold him, you turn your torso in order to face him hitting his hard bicep in the process. âStop laughing, itâs your fault I canât walk so take responsibility and also take me to the bathroom!â.
His laughter intensifies at your words but immediately dies down when your nipples -hardened by exposure to the cold air- accidentally rub against his sculpted chest with the way youâre pressed up against him now. Softly biting on his lip, his hands slide down your back, ultimately cupping your ass and giving it a small squeeze. A small moan escapes your lips before theyâre instantly moulded against his own in a sensual kiss while his large hands continue to fondle your round ass. âCuddle with me and Iâll make us a nice bubble bath tomorrow morning, okay?â, he mutters after pulling away from the kiss leaving you breathless. Letâs be real now, how could you refuse him? You concede in a murmur with your face already laid down on his muscled chest and your hands resting on his biceps, softly stroking them. His hands start doing the same to your long hair and waist, each of you slowly lulling the other to sleep.
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You wake up to the sound of clanking and by glancing at the empty space beside you, you put two and two together about your boyfriendâs whereabouts. Giggling slightly at the thought of him trying to make breakfast, you pull the covers off of your still-naked body about to get out of bed. Thankfully, your attempt is successful this time, so after putting on one of Namjoonâs hoodies, you start staggering in the direction of the kitchen. âJoon-ah, tell me you havenât burnt anything. Itâs too early for me to take out the fire extinguisherâ, you tease him, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes - but the sight youâre met with leaves you amazed. He actually managed to prepare a decent breakfast! Oh wait... Thereâs a broken pan on the stove. âEverything was going so smoothly but when I tried to flip a pancake in the air, the handle of the pan came off somehowâ, he hastily apologises and sulkily throws the pan in the bin as you approach him with a loving smile, getting on your tip-toes to softly peck his lips. Wrapping your arms around his tall frame in comfort, you grin up at him appreciatively. âItâs okay, you did wonderfully, Joonie. Thank you so much for making us breakfast!â.
The appearance of his dimpled smile melts your heart before he picks you up into his arms carrying you to the served table. He takes a seat still holding onto you, so you settle yourself on his lap leaning back against his chest. Having wrapped one strong arm around your waist, he pecks your cheek before you both start to enjoy your breakfast. âOh and once weâve eaten, Iâll prepare the bubble bath I promised you yesterdayâ, he states taking a sip of his coffee and then a bite of his pancake. How did I get so lucky? You think to yourself staring affectionately at your caring boyfriend. He turns to face you, having felt your eyes on him, and he grins gently ruffling your hair with his fingers. âI love youâ, you both mutter at the same time. Thereâs a pause as you stare at each other -surprised expressions mirroring- taken aback by your synchronisation, before the two of you finally burst into a series of amused giggles which ultimately leads up to a series of sweet kisses.
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