Your legs continue to walk up the shallow stairs of the building, your gloved hand grasping the door handle and pulling it open. Warm air engulfs you and you sigh in relief, rushing inside. 

It’s chaotic inside said building - there’s several phones ringing nearly nonstop, people running around in a frenzy. You never seen a precinct be in such a ruckus. There’s a crowd forming inside, all of which are hollering out demands while there are several police officers attempting to hold them back.

Your eyes scan the large precinct, eyes unsure where to fall - the telephones are ringing nonstop and you notice they are several officers already speaking. Officers who are attempting to keep the crowd at bay are seconds from drawing their weapons.

“What are you doing to catch the Ripper?!”

“How many people have to die before the Ripper is caught?!”

The Ripper.

The Ripper was the reason why you were here - all the way from your own town. The Ripper has taken over the town of Oakville spanning back to the end of summer. It began with one or two murders a week - it caused mumbles in the streets of Oakville. Murders so gruesome didn’t happen in said town - blood splattering the streets and the walls, intestines sprawling outside of the body and seemingly dragged away for miles.

One or two murders a week became murders every night - each murder more gruesome and cruel than the last. It caused a frenzy throughout the town that had officers and detectives working overtime for any clues; the Ripper left none.

As Autumn creeped in, it appeared as if the Ripper’s identity had remained a secret, but that didn’t mean that the Ripper worked alone. 

“Excuse me?” you clear your throat, waving your hand high to grab the attention of the officers. “I’m here to speak to Detective Kim? I’m Detective-”

“Y/L Y/N.”

There’s a door to the far right that opens and you hear the ragged voice of just the man you were looking for. Seokjin is tall and his shoulders broad - they appear to be stressed as the weight of the town depends solely on his shoulders. “Come, please.” he says, waving you over to his office. “We’ve been expecting you.”

You do as you’re asked, rushing towards the man's office where he quickly slams the door shut and locks it in case anyone from the crowd wants to follow after you.

“Coffee?” Seokjin asks - the question comes out as a sigh. You assume that he uses coffee to keep himself sane and awake. There’s slight bags underneath his eyes and you understand that he must be working overtime to figure out clues.

“Uh, yes. I’ll make it.” you nod your head, making your way towards the pot of coffee that’s on the shelves while Seokjin makes his way around to his desk. “So, what do we have so far, detective?”

“Please,” Seokjin huffs with a shake of his head. He falls onto his office chair and opens up a few documents. “You can call me Seokjin or even Jin. We’re going to be well acquainted if we’re going to be working together.”

You nod your head at him. “Yes, Jin.” you say, the little nickname sounding foreign to your tongue. 

It was a month prior when you got a call from Kim Seokjin, lead detective from Oakville, a small town a few hours from your own. The man appears slightly frantic and desperate, explaining that every precinct he has called for assistance outside of his town had refused any assistance - an act you found completely cowardly. You had agreed to help him with the investigation no matter how long it took and he was grateful.

You listen to Jin speak as you pour sugar and milk into your coffee.

“Right, as you know,” Jin begins, leaning back into his chair. “the Ripper has been plaguing this town for months now. The townspeople are utterly terrified of him - them.”

“You believe the Ripper is more than one person?” you ask, blowing at your coffee.

Jin shrugs. “It’s a possibility,” he states. “Nothing is off the table. I believe the Ripper is just the head of an organization - the same gang we have around Oakvale now.”

“Explain further, please.” you sip your coffee, leaning against the wall as your eyes watch Jin. 

Jin sighs. His right hand reaches up to rub at his temple. 

“There’s a small gang that we are positive that operates at the Ripper’s orders. We have someone on the inside undercover.” Jin says, glancing up at you. “By his words, none of them has seen the Ripper face to face, only speaks to him over the phone or through letters and such.”

You furrow your brows. “Interesting.” you murmur. You place your cup of coffee on the shelf and cross your arms, grateful that you were beginning to warm up. “The Ripper is doing a great job at remaining anonymous.”

“Tell me about it.”  Jin scoffs. “I had one of my men go undercover nearly a month ago and has seen everything except the Ripper.”

“I see.” you hum. “What is the plan while he’s on the inside?”

“The Ripper is one hell of a killer and none of those working under him is as calculated as he is.” Jin opens up a few envelopes. “His kills are truly horrifying and demeaning and this is how he even keeps his own gang in line. They’re just as terrified of him as we are.”

Jin continues. “I’ve seen this town go from safe to completely…barbaric. Prostitution is at an all time high on the outskirts of the town and my detective tells me that some of them are forced into it. The townspeople are attempting to take matters into their own hands and have physically brought in who they assume the Ripper is.”

You believe it, the angry crowd outside were just as restless and afraid. “I take it as none of the suspects were the Ripper.”

Jin snickers with a shake of his head. “You’re catching on quick, Y/N. Can I call you by name?” he asks, and when you nod, he continues. “By what I’ve seen the Ripper can do, he would not let a few townspeople catch him. He’s truly a force of nature…a shadow.”

“You must’ve had a lot on your plate.” you take another sip of your coffee. 

“Indeed I have. Detectives and officers have quit because they received threatening letters…by the Ripper.” Jin glances your way, analyzing your reaction. “I should have told you before-”

“I understand why you haven’t.” you interrupt. “I’m from out of town, Jin. I won’t be scared away by the Ripper.”

Jin exhales.  “I hope so. We need all the help we can get.” he admits, eyes glancing back down at the stack of documents. “Do you have any questions?”

“Well, for one…is there a spare room around here? I already told my captain that I won’t be returning until the Ripper is caught.”

Jin’s eyes slightly widened. You were serious about staying and helping.

“I can have a room made for you!” Jin nods his head. “I live right above the precinct, as sad as that sounds. I have basically lived here myself ever since the murders.”

“Thank you.” you nod, offering a soft smile. “My next question is, what do you think we should do to take down the Ripper? I have a few of my own.”

“Please, explain.”

“Well,” you step forward to sit across from him in the arm chair. “The Ripper doesn’t work alone. I say we take down as many of his little gang and that should be able to draw him out, right? Your detective on the inside should be able to help with that.”

Jin slowly nods his head. He places a hand on his chin.

“We start by taking down whatever businesses he has. The prostitution ring is just the beginning I’m sure. There has to be a reason why he’s doing all of this.”

“Control? He’s completely taken over the city.” Jin shakes his head once more. “My detective said there’s parties nearly every other day at a secluded location.”

You nod. “That’s what the prostitutes are far, I’m sure. Maybe there may even be…higher officials at these parties?”

Jin tilts his head. “You mean like…?”

“Officers. Politicians and more. People in high places with power.” It wouldn’t be a surprise to you that this is why the Ripper can remain as anonymous as he does.

Jin releases another exhale. He licks his lips, beady eyes blinking a few times. 

“You can be right, Y/N. We’ll have to infiltrate these parties.”

“We do. If I may,” you lean forward, elbows on his desk. “do you believe we should have another insider?”

“How so?”

“Well, like me?” you tilt your head. “I’m a new face. The Ripper nor anyone working for him would know who I am.”

“Y/N,” Jin goes to shake his head. “I don’t think-”

“The closest to the Ripper’s operation are the prostitutes, are they not?”

Jin’s beady eyes widened. “Y-You want to go undercover as a prostitute? Y/N,” he releases a shaky chuckle. “that is completely dangerous.”

“I’m well aware, Jin. I’m also a trained and skilled detective, unlike the women working those spaces. I’ll be able to protect myself.”

Jin eyes you, scanning your face. “You’re serious.” he states. “I’ll never forgive myself if you were harmed, Y/N. You are only here because of me, after all.”

“We both have jobs to do, don’t we, Jin?” you tilt your head. “I’ll be safe and grab intel while I’m on the inside. I’ll be nothing but a whore to them.”

A loud knock sounds on the door and it startles both you and Jin. The door creaks open, waiting for no answer. It shuts abruptly behind the intruder.

“Y/N,” Jin stands to his feet. “This is my undercover detective. Daniel,” he nods his head to you. “This is the detective I was speaking with you about.”

“The one from out of town.” Daniel nods his head. He appears to be out-of-breath, dark hair sticking to his forehead. 

“Y/N is suggesting she infiltrate, as well. As a prostitute…”

Daniel’s eyes widen and he looks at you. “I…don’t think you’d want to do this.”

You raise an eyebrow. “For the sake of the case,” you begin.

“You’ll have to sleep with one of them in order to gain access. That’s how they determine if…” Daniel sighs, a pink tint to his cheeks. “...if you’re worthy or not to work for them.”

Your mouth goes dry for a moment. Slowly, you nod your head. What else would you expect - these women were working and selling sex. “Who would I have to sleep with?”

“You’re not truly considering this?” Jin scoffs in disbelief. “Y/N-”

“How else are we going to gain access to these parties? We’ll need someone else on the inside. Once there, I’ll excuse myself and find a way to contact you and that’s how you’ll be able to bust them, no?”

Jin shakes his head. This plan was already risky - but knowing now that you’d have to give up your body so soon is something he doesn’t want for you. 

“It sounds like a good idea…” Daniel murmurs. “Even I don't even know where these parties are held. Only certain members are allowed to go for security purposes.”

“You’re sure you want to do this?” Jin murmurs to you. “Sleep on it for now. Tomorrow we can speak further.”

“Jin-”

“It’s not up for debate.” Jin says. “Enough talk of this case. Are you hungry? We can grab something to eat. Daniel?”

“Right,” Daniel nods. “I was just reporting back. Tomorrow there’ll be a shipment coming in.”

Jin nods. “I’ll make sure to have officers on hand,” he says. “Thank you, Daniel.”

Daniel nods. “No problem.” he sighs. He offers you a short glance. “Detective,” he bows to you before turning on his heels and making his leave.

As the door clicks shut, Jin frowns at you. You furrow your brows. “Are you upset with me?”

“No. Just…” Jin swallows his words. “...I don’t want anyone else dying at the hands of the Ripper or his weak henchmen.”

You understood completely. What you were doing is insane - but for the sake of the case, you’d do it. You were a renowned detective that always put whatever case you had first, no matter the consequences.

“What do you prefer to eat?” Jin asks, closing a few file envelopes before rounding his desk to you. “There’s a diner not far from here we can go to?”

“Uh, yeah sure. That’ll be fine.” you nod your head, lifting yourself up from the chair. You make your way to your discarded cup of coffee and quickly down it. It’s lukewarm now and easier to drink than when it was white it was piping hot. “Let’s go. I’m sure you can fill me in on whatever details we left out.”

“I often enjoy breakfast for dinner.” Jin comments, digging into the smothered pancakes, syrup daring to drip down his lips. “I basically live in my office since the Ripper appeared.”

You take a sip of your juice and nod your head. “I can imagine. The phone was ringing nonstop.”

Jin snickers. “You’re not lying. I’ve unplugged the one in my office.” he says. “The calls were all useless. Some thought they caught the Ripper while others were just demanding that we hurry up and do our jobs.”

“Is it that ludicrous to believe that they did find the Ripper?” you ask.

Jin lifts his eyes to look at you, a look of disdain. He nods his head slowly. “Of course. You believe a regular person can find someone that doesn’t want to be found?”

You scoff. “Putting it that way…”

Dinner goes by smoothly. Jin has managed to give you as much information about the Ripper as possible and your mind processes it entirely. You didn’t have an easy stomach, so going through the crime scene photos didn’t bother your stomach, but your spirit. The way these people were harmed so cruelly - dismembered and body treated with such hatred. You want to ask if the Ripper has any tie to any of these people? Surely these could not be random murders committed - not when it appeared to be so personal.

“Enough about the case.” Jin nearly has to pry away the documents from you. He closes them and places it besides him. “What about you, Y/N?”

“What about me?” you plop a piece of toast into your mouth and begin to chew.

“What made you want to become a detective?” Jin questions. “I feel like we’ll be working together for a while. The Ripper isn’t an easy target.”

“I agree.” you chuckle. “Well…I…” you swallow, unsure of where to start. The beginning is always good and Jin didn’t appear to be in any rush. “...I always wanted to help. I actually…um…”

You bring your glass of juice up to your lips and begin to chug. Talking about your past was never easy for you. You don’t cry anymore - you’re an adult that doesn't need to seek out pity. In your line of work, you’ve experienced worse as do others. 

“I was given up for adoption by my biological parents and that led me with people that weren’t so kind. I wasn't with them for long until I eventually found myself with people I don’t belong with - even as a child.”

You’re being vague and you’re positive that Jin understands this. 

“I had to do some horrible things just to survive. Thing’s children shouldn’t have to do.”

Jin listens, no longer eating his food. His eyes are watching you, awaiting for you to respond. 

“I wasn’t alone. I was surrounded by more children…they were my,” you put your fingers up to do finger quotations. “‘siblings,’ they said. I’m too young to remember any of them but I do remember the day we were rescued.” Jin furrows his brows. “Rescued?”

You nod your head. “I remember the two of them. I remember being so scared of them. They were adults and all the adults in my life ever did hurt me and my siblings. But they didn’t. They promised to help us…and they did.”

Your mind processes your memories, the blurred faces of the children and the two saviors who freed you all from captivity. “It’s unfortunate that I’ve never seen those kids again. I’m not sure if they’re still alive to this day but,” you exhale. “I truly do hope their lives got better. I prayed that they found peace and happiness in wherever life took them.”

Jin is quiet for a moment, probably taking in everything you’ve told him. You said a lot without speaking too much of the truth, not fully ready to address the early years of your life. You contemplate if you ruined the mood as speaking of your past could do that to anyone - even you at times. But you understand that Jin didn’t mean any harm and probably wasn’t expecting your past to be that chaotic.

“I see.” Jin says. He takes hold of one of his drinks - he ordered three, a coffee, a water and fresh-squeezed orange juice - and takes a sip. “I suppose we both had different childhoods.”

You raise an eyebrow. “My mother,” Jin drops his drink and blinks at you. You notice just how intense his eyes are - dark and nearly unreadable. “was a prostitute.”

You sit straight on your side of the booth, shoulders straightening as you listen to his speak.

“I’ve seen a lot of men come and go in my life and the same men take her life. I suppose you and I are somewhat the same. I was trafficked, sold to work in factories and warehouses alongside other children and even adults paying off their debts.”

Your eyes widened slightly, your mind swirling with flashbacks of your own past life and how you and the other children you grew alongside. You swallow the lump in your throat. To think Seokjin has gone through something similar like you and also managed to not allow his past to define his future.

“My mother had a long debt and since she was gone, I had to be responsible for it. I recall only sleeping a max of two hours before we were instructed to go back to work. The amount of times we’ve almost died working in such heinous conditions.” 

Jin speaks without a stutter or as much as a short break. His face remains stoic and you just wonder how much he’s been through to be so numb to it all.

“I suppose maybe that’s why the Ripper is so personal to me. He once targeted prostitutes before his reign of terror around the town had widened. The same sun that would shine bright in the sky appears to always be hidden by dark clouds.”

You can hear your heart beating so rapidly and it pounds right outside your chest. You take a deep breath to process it all.

This wasn’t going to be easy, you note. The Ripper was a sensitive subject for everyone- especially Jin. By the few hours you’ve come to know him, you realized that he worked such long hours in catching the Ripper and now you understand why. His childhood followed him into his adulthood ; working on little to no sleep, nonstop. There’s slight bags underneath his eyes, and yet he still manages to look refreshed and young.

“Thank you for telling me.” you speak after a few moments of silence. 

“I should be thanking you, as well, then.” Jin smiles with a tilt of his head. It causes your body to heat up slightly - but you weren’t here to act as a giddy teenager with a growing crush. “I’m glad we’re both getting to know one another. You are going to be my partner until we catch the Ripper. I do want us to be close.”

Jin leans forward and you’re caught completely off guard. You stiffen, his eyes boring into yours only making you a bit more awkward. 

“I really do appreciate you for coming here, Y/N. It isn’t safe for someone like you here.” Jin speaks truthfully. He wasn’t going to sugar coat anything for you, and for that you were grateful. “You’re putting yourself into harm's way is truly admirable.”

“It’s nothing.” you murmur, body still warm at his words - and even the tone of which he says them. “I’m not doing anything differently than you.”

“True, but,” Jin shakes his head. “Oakville is my town. You came all the way here to help us, and for that you deserved to be acknowledged.”

After all these years, you weren’t used to being praised. It always caused you to just stand awkwardly as you received them, but you cannot say that his praises didn’t cause a warmth fill throughout you. 

Slightly, you nod your head. You take a gulp of your drink, needing something to cool yourself off.

“I’m surprised I haven’t scared you off yet. I was hoping I would be able to steer you away from becoming…”

“A prostitute.” you finish the word for him. Understanding Jin’s childhood with his mother, it made sense as to why he didn’t want you to go undercover as one. “I’ll do whatever it takes to help catch the Ripper, Jin. I can handle whatever is thrown towards me. I’m sure we went through the same basic training in bootcamp.”

Jin chuckles with a nod of his head. He finally leans back into the booth. “I’m positive we have.” he responds. “I don’t wish to offend you. I just want you to be careful. If you ever need a way out, please, don’t hesitate to use Daniel to your advantage.”

You nod your head. Your stomach was satiated and you were glad that you had a chance to sit and speak with Jin on a deeper level. It made working alongside him better - more trusting.

Jimin was an interesting character and he made you nervous - you’re positive that he’s aware. You were expecting someone grimey and old; maybe not ancient old, but old enough to be that creepy uncle.

Jimin wasn’t old and you truly wish to ask for his actual age as it appeared he and you were around the same age. His skin is fresh and wrinkle free, almost like a porcelain doll. His lips are hydrated and plush. His face is sculpted perfectly, oval face shaped with narrowed chin and jawline. His hair is styled neatly, the silver tresses on top swooped on the right side of his head, the sides cut shorter than the top. It seemingly reflects off of the dim lights of the room you’re in.

Jimin’s eyes are what makes you the most nervous. They’re dark and they appear to be watching you closely, trailing up and down your body entirely as if looking for any imperfections. It’s hard to be confident underneath his gaze, but you had to remain as such.

You’ve been in Oakville for a week and finally managed to make it inside Jimin’s large estate. It’s cleaner than you would have imagined a brothel to be and the women are all welcoming and inviting. There’s an aura around them that shines brightly even underneath the dim lights of his estate.

Only you and Jimin stood in this large room and it appeared to be like an office. There’s a desk directly in front of a large window - it displays a beautiful scenery of woods behind it, the tree’s moving silently in the wind from the outside. The floors are hardwood and a dark mahogany that doesn’t squeak or squeal when you walk on them. 

There’s several paintings on the walls, most of which are of women and some are nude, but they aren’t lewd paintings as you might expect in a brothel. They’re artistic in a way and you recall hearing many people speak highly of art such as this.

“You like them?”

Your eyes snap back to the man in front of you. He’s still seated at his desk, leaning back with his arms placed in his lap as he stares right at you. His voice is as young as he looks, soft and calm. It has a level of coolness and sensuality to it that has you realizing why someone like him could be in this line of work.

“The art,” Jimin continues, glancing at the array of artwork on his wall. “do you like them?”

Slowly, you nod your head.  “They’re amazing.” you admit.

Jimin’s lip stretches into a low grin at your response. “It was once said by Michelangelo that the skin is more beautiful than the garments in which it is clothed.”

Jimin begins to tap his fingers against his thigh, again watching you closely. 

Daniel had insisted - apologize profusely, as well - that you needed to dress the part if you were going to impress Jimin. This is how you found yourself, clothed completely in white. Your stockings stop at your upper thigh, held up by a garter of the same color. Your bralette is laced and similar to your panties, a floral pattern stitched onto the fabric and hides just enough for you not to be fully exposed.

You didn’t wear lingerie and your undergarments were as basic as they come. You had gone out your way to buy some new ones when Daniel had warned you - going with white as it was the safest color for a situation such as this. 

“What’s your name?” asked Jimin.

“Y/N.” you answered truthfully.

“You’re not from here.” Jimin states. It wasn’t a question. Jimin is certain that someone like you wasn’t from Oakville - he’s lived in this town for years. “Where are you from?” “Nowhere, really.” you respond. “I haven't settled anywhere for too long.”

Jimin blinks and hums, mind taking in your response. 

“Why have you chosen Oakville, Y/N?” Jimin leans forward, hands placing themselves onto his desk. “Surely you’ve heard of the Ripper.”

You swallow. You had to act the part and appear slightly afraid - even if the Ripper had not frightened you. 

“I have.” you nod your head. “I assume if I stay in my own lane, I wouldn’t be his next victim.”

Jimin chuckles to himself, a boyish laugh that causes his eyes to turn smaller. 

“You’re right about that.” Jimin nods. “Working for me means that you’ll also be working for the Ripper. Do you know what that entails?”

That you’ll be one step closer to defeating the Ripper and stopping his reign of terror in the town of Oakville. Instead of stating that, you shake your head.

“It means you do what you are told.” Jimin stands, his chair scrubbing against the hardwood floor as he pushes his chair back. 

Jimin’s taller than you expected and he rounds the corner of his desk and stalks towards you. “It means that while you work for me, Y/N…” Jimin is in front of you now, tilting his head to peer at you with dark eyes. “...you’ll do as I tell you to. Turn around.”

Your shoulders are tense but you have no choice but to turn around. If anything, you’re sure you would be able to fight off Jimin if needed be - but you couldn’t resort to that just yet. You were undercover; expected to be nothing but a prostitute in their eyes. 

Your eyes are then covered by a silk fabric. It’s tied behind your head tightly and you lick your lips in nervousness. 

You know what you are expected to do, you think. If Jimin was going to invest in you, he needed to test out whatever product you were selling - that only meant your body.

“Turn back around.” Jimin’s cool voice speaks to you, his hands on your shoulders to guide you around to face him. 

Your mind is making up images as your eyes cannot see. Jimin removes his hands from you and takes a few steps back - you can hear his footsteps creak away, as if watching to see your reaction.

“Get on your knees.”

Jimin’s voice is farther and you are given no choice but to do as you are told. Your knees hit the cold hardwood floor, hands in your lap.

You hear the footsteps come closer again and you inhale a shaky breath as you feel warm hands on your chin. It lifts your head up as if to look at him.

“Working for me means you’ll be more privileged than any other prostitute.” Jimin words hit your heads, a thumb swiping across your bottom lip. “I want to see how good you are.”

Your heart is pounding now and your body heats up at the obvious sign of sex. You were going to have to make the first move - after all, you came to him.

Your hands reach out to touch him, finding his wrist. Your mouth opens slightly, tongue poking out to poke at his thumb. Your tongue twirls around his thumb idly, your grip on his wrist tightening. 

You lightly nibble on his thumb, your thighs pushing themselves apart as you inch closer to the man. Your hand trails from his wrist to reach out until you are sure you find his thigh. It would be easier if you could see, but you would have to manage.

There’s a bulge that you finally manage to find and it causes you to gulp once more - you were actually doing this. But there was no going back now. You were one step closer to the Ripper.

Your hand caresses the bulge in his pants, squeezing it into your embrace teasingly. 

“It looks like you want to taste something else.” Jimin states. 

“If you’d let me.” you retort, head lifting as if looking at him in the face - you wish you could.

“If you truly wanted to, you would. I’m not stopping you.”

Your hands trail up until they feel a belt buckle. It’s leather and it takes you a few tries until you manage to unbuckle it. Your hands tremble as they go to pull down his pants, breathing increasing.

“You look so scared, Y/N. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” you respond. “It would be easier if I could see you.”

“You made the impression that you’ve done this before. Have you not?”

Jimin speaks as if he knows you’re lying and that’s not something you wanted. Your life was on the line for this and you truly didn’t want to die this soon.

You don’t respond, and instead your hands proceed to tug at the briefs he wore until they are down. Your mind has to connect the dots that you cannot see.

Your hand finds his cock, the naked flesh already hard and warm. It pulses in your grasp and your thumb circles the tip of his cock to assure you had it in your possession. Without warning, your tongue licks up the slit as if licking a lollipop. It swirls around the tip, the salty taste of precum meeting your taste buds immediately. 

You wished that you would have taken something upon coming here - you knew what you would be getting into. A type of aphrodisiac of the sort so that you could enjoy yourself without the thoughts in the back of your mind.

You didn’t have time to think about your actions now, and instead wrap a hand around the base of his cock to continue sucking, your cheeks suctioning inward with each slurp. His cock is coated with saliva. You can hear him - short moans that have your ears perking at just the sound of them. You suppose it’s nice, as the sounds of his boyish moans shoot straight to your core - an act of service you indeed needed if you were going to go through this case.

Your palm begins to pump his cock, focusing more on the tip than anything. You’re sure you looked exactly like you were supposed to - exactly what they were looking for in a woman in this business. 

Your slurping increases, bouncing off of the walls of the quiet room. As your slurping increases, so do the moans he releases. It comes out in short breaths, dancing through your ears as a compliment that what you were doing was indeed working.

Your hand falls onto your lap and you widen your mouth to take more of him. You pop his cock from your mouth and lick your lips - you could taste pre-cum, the salty taste bitter in your mouth. “You’re such a tease.” your ears perk when Jimin finally speaks and you cannot help but believe that you had no effect on him. 

You gulp, breathing through your nose a bit. “I can’t help but believe I’m doing all the work.”

Your hair is gripped suddenly and without warning, he slides into your mouth. Your eyes widen behind the silk ribbon and you’re unable to react fully as he’s already sliding in and out of your mouth.

It’s rough, you note, and maybe your words set him off. With each thrust, it hits the back of your throat and you feel the need to gag, but you manage. Your fists clench in your lap, legs clenching together tightly for whatever friction you could get.

His moans increase, grunting and groaning with each thrust into your mouth. There’s drool dripping down your chin sloppily to match the forming tears in your eyes. The sounds that now echo across the room are filthy, suckling and gagging from you and his increased breathing.

“Ah, maybe you are a good whore, after all.” Jimin sing-songs, amused. “You’re excited, aren’t you?”

Your head is yanked back. If you could see, you would be looking up at the man now. His thrusts slow down and your mind has to connect the dots once more. You’re positive that he’s watching you, possibly admiring the way you look now; vulnerable and slutty - something a man like him would enjoy.

“I can see the way your legs clench together…” his words hit your ears once more, this time his tone is low and deeper. “...you like this, don’t you? A woman like you enjoys being treated like this…”

You cough when his cock is released from your mouth. Air finally hits your lungs and you take it all in as you’re unaware when you’d be able to process what’s coming next.

Again, you’re pushed. This time, you’re on your back and your legs and forced open. Your head crashed against the hardwood floor as hands touch and grip your skin with such greed. You’re unsure what to do and all you could do was whimper to yourself silently.

“You’re a whore, right, Y/N?” Jimin asks you. “Has anyone ever pleasured you?”

You feel pressure on your clothed clit - he was cupping it. Your stomach churns at the feeling; forbidden and dirty. You weren’t supposed to want this; you weren’t a whore. You were a detective, and for a moment you forget about the case entirely. 

“No…” you respond.

“Tsk,” Jimin murmurs. 

You whimper once more when you feel circular motions being rubbed onto your clit. The lacy fabric of your panties were beginning to stick to you and you feel utterly exposed to the man, now more than before. 

“Take them off.” Jimin suddenly commands. There’s a slight tug at your bralette. “I want you to strip for me, Y/N. After all, I’m paying you to be here, aren’t I?” You inhale, lifting yourself up from the cold hardwood floor to do as the man asks. Your bra falls off of you and without warning, your panties are tugged off, as well, a ripping sound sounding through your ears. 

“You look so scared.”

Jimin’s voice doesn’t have any concern in them. If anything, you could hear a tint of amusement. He got off by embarrassing you and other woman. To him, you were indeed a whore that needed him to succeed in life. You’ll make it your mission that he would be brought down alongside the Ripper.

“Whore’s usually…” you are pushed down against the floor once more. “...pretend they're with another man while doing this. Who are you pretending you’re with?”

Your mind flashes for a moment, seeing Seokjin. His dark eyes shining with concern at not wanting you to be here. He was kind, truly, and it hurts to think that he showed more concern for your safety than you had from your own.

“Tell me.” Jimin speaks again. “What’s his name? Is he a childhood friend? A former lover?”

“Jin.” you murmur, defeated. 

Jin was the first man that came to mind - if you were going to pretend you were with anyone, it could possibly be him. Back home, you devoted yourself to your cases. You worked alongside mostly women. There wasn’t any man in your life that you could think of in a moment such as this - besides Seokjin.

You haven’t known Jin long, but seeing as your relationship with most men were close to nothing, he was the top candidate. While you’ve been in Oakville for such a small amount of time, he was determined to keep you out of harm's way. He had given you a room in his home that also had its own bathroom for privacy purposes. He had allowed you to take over smaller cases that involved the Ripper’s henchmen and had treated you with respect - like an actual equal. He hadn’t been a typical man who would use their authority over you and for that, you were grateful of him.

Your skin prickles with goosebumps as a shiver runs down your spine.

“Jin…” Jimin says, the name trailing off his tongue. “Jin…who is Jin?”

You don’t give a response and after a few moments, he doesn’t care to hear one. His hands are upon your body once more and it causes you to flinch. His hands are softer than what you expected and they grip and tug on your naked flesh. 

Your breath hitches when those soft hands grip at your breast, pads of his thumbs pressing against your erect nipples.

Your thighs are forced apart and you can feel him between you - you assume his own thigh right where your heat is at. He presses it ever so gently against your clit, his palms squeezing your breast.

Maybe if you imagined it was Jin then things would be a bit better - you wouldn’t get too far into your head about what you were doing. You didn’t technically see Jin in a sexual light before; of course you’d admit that he was attractive. But whatever attraction your eyes enjoyed would not allow you to ruin what you were here for - not until now.

You gasp when a warm sensation runs through the skin of your neck - slimy and wet. You notice it immediately being his tongue. It swirls at the nape of your neck before trailing down towards your collarbone. He presses his clothed thigh harder against your clit, his left hand removing itself from your breast to place it onto your hip. He doesn’t speak and instead attempts to guide you.

He wanted you to rub yourself against him as if the moment wasn’t embarrassing enough. You do without a fuss, your eyes closed (even if they were bound by the ribbon) and imagining a kinder man that wasn’t Jimin.

Your hips buckle, rubbing yourself against his thigh. His tongue runs lower and lower. It’s right between your breasts now. The coolness of the large office causes your skin to shiver once more, body heating up.

There’s a groan from him. His left hand leaves your hip to then grasp your breast once more. This time, his tongue is connected to your hardened nipple and hungrily he suckles onto it. His right hand begins to pinch your other nipple with his index and thumb, tugging and pulling onto it.

You swallow back a moan, unable to control the way your body feels about receiving pleasure. You clench around nothing as you glide your clit against his thigh, all the way he continues to suckle slopping onto your breast.

He seems to be insatiable, moving onto your next breast to suck just as needily onto it as he did the first one. He now forces his thigh hard against you, right hand slapping your hips to grind even more.

You sigh, a shaky moan coming from your throat that has you embarrassed by how much you liked this. You know when it was all over that you would have a hard time looking at yourself in the mirror, but you were also aware of what you were getting yourself into.

Don’t think of Jimin, think of Jin, you tell yourself.

And as your mind thinks of the tall man with broad shoulders with such kind eyes, it makes it easier for you to touch him. Your hand places itself onto the back of his head, soft tresses greeting you. Your back arches slightly towards him and with that, you feel both of his arms engulf you entirely. His lips release your swollen nipple with a low pop and you can now feel his lips, so plump, press against your neck once more.

His teeth sink into your neck, biting down harshly - possessively. In reaction, you yelp, holding onto the back of his head for support. You can hear him breathing so intensely, getting into the moment just as you were.

“Ah-”

His hands are large, you note, ranking down your naked back as he pushed himself against you. Your thighs now cage his waist between your legs and you can feel how excited he is, a hardened bulge pressing right against your clit.

His tongue reappears, swiping over the spot he bit at, determined to leave a mark upon you no doubt. Just like before, his tongue makes its way down your collarbone, his head lowering. He goes past your breast before it stops at your stomach. This time, his lips press a kiss by your belly button.

This felt far too intimate and the part of you that knew that this wasn’t Jin was left confused - did Jimin do this with all the women he slept with? Was he always so intimate and sensual?

But in order to not be grossed out by the scenario, you pretend it’s Jin, and the thought causes you to relax. You give into the kisses, mouth opening slightly to allow a low moan to be heard. 

His kisses trail further, kissing your abdomen and it’s then you realize that he was going to be right between your legs. Your body is already hot while in the moment, heat radiating off of your skin like a furnace in the cool room. A part of you wanted to see him, but the other part didn’t want to ruin the fantasy.

He presses a kiss directly onto your clit. Your thighs quiver at the sudden action, inhaling a breath. He presses a few more kisses before his tongue licks a stripe up your slit. Your back arches once more at the foreign feeling. His tongue is so warm - warmer than it felt against your skin. 

He continues to lick between your folds, both hands forcing your thighs apart so that you’re unmoving. You don’t hide how good it feels - especially since your mind is connecting pieces that aren’t there. Your mind displayed images of Jin between your legs, ravishing you so hungrily; similar to the way he appeared at the dinner. His dark eyes would look up at you, watching the way you came undone on his tongue for him.

Your hand tangles into his soft hair, hips buckling to feel more of his tongue - and it’s as if he gives you exactly what you want from him. His tongue lays flat against your clit, allowing you to take a bit of control of your own pleasure.

With your free hand, you grasp your breast in a semi-tight hold. Your lips get caught into your teeth in an attempt to not be too loud.

There’s a slap onto your thigh and without much warning, your legs are pushed farther apart. They are brough upwards to your shoulders - a position you weren’t aware you could be put in - and he takes back his control. His tongue suckles onto your clit sloppily, his head weaving back and forth with such speed. 

Your groans increase higher and maybe that was his plan all along, to hear how good he’s making you. His wet suckling along with your cries soon echoes off of the walls, a filthy sound entirely.

Your mind flashes again, with Jin’s tongue buried so deep onto your pussy that it causes your skin to litter with goosebumps again, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Ah…!” you shriek, genuinely surprised with the sudden pressure inside of you. 

He never gives any warnings. His fingers enter you whole, pumping greedily inside of you - he wants more. More moaning and groaning, more arousal to pool onto his tongue. 

More.

Your pussy is tight as it clenches around him and your thighs are quivering once more with pleasure, but he doesn’t allow you scurry away from him. His fingers are so long and they fuck into you with such experience, hitting spots you never knew existed.

You're humiliated with the squelching sounds your pussy makes, an obvious sign of how much you enjoyed it all - his tongue lapping between your folds causes severe overstimulation.

Your eyes squeeze shut harder, hips jerking. You’re breathing intensifies, your body appearing so much lighter than before. You can feel the slick pooling out of you.

“I-I can’t…” you try to speak, but it doesn’t go anywhere. You’re trembling with pleasure right now, and your mind can only display images of Seokjin fingers curling inside of you. He stares at you with those dark eyes that tell you to cum all over him without having to utter a single word.

“...gonna…cum…” your hand reaches out to push the man away when the feeling comes - a sudden urge to let loose. It’s not something you’ve ever truly felt before and you were frightened by what it  was.

The man doesn’t move as you expected. He removes his tongue from you and replaces it with his tongue instead, fingers drilling inside of you while his thumb rubs harshly against your clit. 

Your toes curl, your hand holding onto his soft locs in need as the feeling grows closer and closer. You don’t realize that there’s tears forming until they slide past the silk ribbon and onto your cheeks.

“P-Please…” you plead, sounding utterly pathetic. Your head dips back and you let the pleasure consume you entirely, pooling out all at once with a humiliating splash that hits against the floor. It sounds like water spilling, a disgusting sound as this was your first time experiencing anything like this.

You fall back against the floor, chest rising and falling. Slowly, you feel his fingers leave you and you feel so empty with them. Your legs shake, pussy clenching and unclenching. You've never experienced such a thing, your body enduring the aftermath of such an orgasm that has you feeling dirty.

Your body is being pulled once more, a sign that the man wasn’t done with you just yet. You are handled like a doll, legs forced apart once more. 

There’s another sensation against your clit - it’s already so wet that when it rubs against you, it squelches.

You knew it was time for him to fuck you - the tip of his cock inching closer and closer to your entrance. 

You’re more willing now, widening your legs. You are still seeing Jin in your mind and imagine that it is him. When he enters his cock inside of you, you gasp, back arching from the ground once more.

He enters you deep, allowing you to adjust to his size. You cannot help but groan, your hands reaching out to touch his wrists. His own hands dig into the naked flesh of your hips and for the first time in a while you hear his own groan.

Your breast bounces as he begins to thrust inside of you. He lifts your lower body up from the floor a bit to get a deeper entrance. He isn’t quiet in the slightest. With each deep thrust, there’s a groan after it.

You are positive that you aren’t meant to last long - not with the amount of pleasure you experienced in such a short amount of time. You’re so full of him, his cock ramming into you so fast and deep that you don’t have a time to react to it.

Your hands trail from his wrist to his arms, holding on for support. Your moans dance along with his and you cannot help but want to be closer to the man. You initiate the embrace first, lifting yourself up from the ground to wrap your arms around his neck.

The act causes the man to fuck you ever harder, hands gliding from your hips to wrap you in his own embrace. 

His shoulders are so broad, you note, and you rub onto them needily. Maybe it was the sex blinding you from the fact that this wasn’t Jin as Jimin didn’t have the same body - but the ribbon causes you to imagine that it was. It’s what has you moaning and begging him for more.

The ribbon blocking your sight is what has you licking onto his own skin hungrily as he fucks into you so good. It’s what has you buckling your own hips to meet his thrusts.

Your lack of sight of Jimin has you seeing Jin in your mind, and it causes your lips to meet his plump ones that are coated in your arousal. Your hands grip onto his hair as your tongue dances with his, your pussy clenching so tight around him that neither of you want to stop now.

You wonder what he sees. Maybe a girl once shy, turned so aroused that she’s pleading for more. She’s leaking all over the place, soft moans growing higher and higher until she’s nearly screaming.

He gives you exactly what you want him to, fucking into you with a stamina so great that it has you cumming all over him again, more hot tears streaming down your face pathetically.

He doesn’t last too long, either. His thrust becomes sloppy and he’s grunting into your ear so melodically. He manages to pull out of you, cumming right onto your stomach - it’s hot and the amount is alarming, but you allow it, your mind seeing Seokjin, so fucked out and full of lust that you are completely content with being used by someone that wasn’t him.

“Y/N…I wasn’t expecting to see you so soon.”

It’s been another week since you’ve last seen Jin.

Daniel nods his head before closing the door to his office.

Jin places whatever documents he’s going through down onto his desk and rounds it to come closer to you.

“Jin. Hello.” you greet him, nodding your head. “Mind if I have some coffee?”

“You don’t have to ask.” Jin snorts and nods his head yes. “How are you?”

You’ve adapted in Jimin’s mansion and had gotten your own room. It was luxurious and completely your own. 

After the day with Jimin, you were told to keep the ribbon on until he specifically told you to take it off. 

Looking Jimin in the eye was easier than you expected. He didn’t appear different or smug after having just fucked you. You assumed it was because he was accustomed to it already.

Looking Jin in the eye a week later is what frightens you. 

“Y/N.”

“S-Sorry.” you had poured coffee onto the counters. You grab several napkins to clean it up, blinking away the thoughts. 

“You seem so shaken up.” Jin places a hand onto your shoulder to grasp your attention. “Do you need me to find you a way out-”

“No.” you shake your head, turning to look at him. You swallow when you look into his eyes - the same dark eyes you’ve seen in your mind constantly.

“You don’t look good, Y/N. Is everything…alright?” Jin doesn’t want to dig deeper into what you’ve gone through the past week, unsure of where he should inject himself. “I don’t want you to get too deep into something that isn’t for you.”

You offer Jin a short smile.

“I’m…not a prostitute.” you murmur to Jin who nods - he knows that. Whatever you had to do while undercover was just that. He would never label you as such.

“Jimin…he keeps me around as his maid. So he says.” you admit. “Said I was…too good…to be a prostitute.”

Your body burns now with even more embarrassment. Jin’s ears are red and he nods his head. “I’m glad.” Jin admits, a part of him content that you wouldn’t have to be selling yourself for the sake of the case. He isn’t sure how to put what he feels into words at times, you note. “I just want you to be safe, Y/N.”

You continue to clean up your mess, your mind racing. 

You were a detective - you’ve managed and solved several cases. You’ve gone undercover countless times.

And yet…

This was the straw that broke the camel's back?

You didn’t want things to be awkward between you and Jin as you still had a job to do at the end of the day. Yet, it was difficult being around him when you had to have him on your mind in order to sleep a little better at night; in order to not feel so shitty about yourself.

“I’m able to handle myself, Jin.” you murmur, pouring a few sugar packets into your coffee and grabbing a little straw to stir it. “Jimin doesn’t suspect that I’m nothing but a whore.”

“A maid.” Jin corrects, knitting his brows.

“Right.” you scoff. “A maid. There’s going to be a gathering this weekend at the mansion. I was told that several high-ranking individuals would be attending.”

Jin nods his head slowly as he processes the information.

“I don’t think the Ripper would be there, however.” you admit, taking a sip of your coffee and humming when it hits your throat. “He appears to be…an entity. People speak of him but no one’s ever seen him. I’ve asked a few women who work for Jimin-”

“Y/N, you have to be careful!” Jin interjects. “You’re the new girl there who managed to be a maid instead of a prostitute. You don’t think women are pining for your position?”

Your eyes connect with his and instantly, your mind replays you the events of the week prior - how content you felt being with him even if it wasn’t with him.

You take a deep breath before nodding your head. “You’re right.” you murmur. “I’ll be more careful.

Jin stands straighter. “Thank you.” he responds. “I do appreciate your dedication, Y/N. I don’t want to be so hard on you.”

You take another sip of your coffee after blowing on it a few times. “I can handle whatever you throw at me, Jin. I’ve worked alongside harsher men.” you place your cup back onto the counter and lean against it with crossed arms. “Back to the gathering. It’s being held in a neighboring town instead of Oakville.”

Jin furrows his brows. “Oh?”

“Yes.” you nod. “They never have any form of gatherings in Oakville incase of…you know, you.” you slowly grin his way. “Having so many people come to a small town suddenly raises questions that they don’t want to answer.”

Jin returns your grin - an act that causes the hairs on your arm to raise.

“Uh...I’ll give Daniel the details when I get them.” you avert your eyes to the ground. “I’m sure we can get the neighboring town police force in on what is happening and go forward with the raid that way?”

Jin nods his head. Without warning, he places a hand on your head. He pats it, almost as if he was patting a small child's head. Your head slowly turns toward him for answers. “Good job.” he chuckles, a twinkle in his eye. “I have to admit having you on the team has made my life a lot easier. No one has such great ideas as you do.”

Your heart begins to pump faster and mentally, you’re screaming at yourself to stop acting like such a pathetic little girl with a growing crush. This was nothing but an attraction for your lack of love and (former) sexual life. Maybe you craved attention you never got - not even as a child - so any form of it was making you weak.

Jin’s hand slowly slides from the top of your head down to your cheek. Your skin is even hotter, unaware of what to do in this situation.

“I’m always here, Y/N. If you ever need anything.” Jin assures, years ears perking at the sound of his voice that any background noise seemingly dies down. “Just ask and I’ll do my best to deliver.”

Your lips part and a shaky breath releases. You begin to nod your head at his words, swallowing down a gulp. His eyes are so intense and you couldn’t truly read them. They scan your face for any form of reaction, possibly reading right through the facade you’re attempting to put up.

“I want you to be safe, as well.” you testified, your hand placing over his - still resting on your cheek lazily. “You can call upon me, as well. If you need me to do anything while on the inside.

“Let’s catch the Ripper.” Jin hums, that familiar twinkle in his eye returning once hearing your words.

“Is this a gathering for important people?” you ask as you fix Jimin’s tie, your eyes fixed on the piece of fabric. “Or do you usually dress this way for them?”

Jimin’s attire has always been up to par, you’d admit. The suits he adorned were always tailored to fit him perfectly. You were advised to hand-wash his clothing and let them air dry before ironing them just the way he showed you how as he was specific about how he wanted his clothing to present him.

Jimin tilts his head just as you were done with his tie. “Is this your way of flirting with me?” he teases, a smirk forming onto his lips.

You take a deep breath and put on a smile that wouldn’t reach your eyes. You’d play nice for now for the case. You lightly tap his chest as that was the only response you were willing to give. 

“It’s a gathering, yes. But also a meeting.” Jimin speaks, strolling towards a small, rectangular box in his bedroom and opening it. It’s where he kept most of his expensive watches. “We have a lot to discuss, Y/N.”

A meeting? Your mind racks through different ideas and possibilities - would the RIpper be at this meeting? Of course not, you think, most of his henchmen never even saw him in person and surely would not start now. 

“You’ve been with me long enough to know the struggles we are facing, I assume.” Jimin places his watch onto his wrist as he speaks. “Our men are being arrested. Prostitutes not doing what I am paying them to.” he shakes his head. “It’s so hard to find decent help.”

You want to boast that you were the reason that the men in their “gang” were being arrested - thanks to you and Daniel. You had given information to Jin about whereabouts; when shipments would be coming and days where they would be causing havoc before it happened.

Prostitutes were escaping - also thanks to you - this lifestyle. Majority of them were young and had never spoken to anyone with positivity who encouraged them to be better. It wasn’t an easy task to do and you still had hundreds of women to speak with, but you were determined to do just that.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” you tell Jimin, lying through your teeth. “I wish there was something I could do to help.”

Jimin’s eyes flicker to you when you respond. He hums. “There is.” he says. “Just do as you’re told.”

You nod your head slowly, licking your lips.

The journey to your destination wasn’t a long one, only about an hour. You arrived alongside Jimin and a few men while the other remaining prostitutes arrived separately. You were surprised to find that the gathering would be held in what appears to be a theater. The inside is clean and pristine with high ceilings with such amazing white lighting that shines down on the bodies surrounding you. There’s rows upon rows of seating available, even ones upstairs in booths. The stage is right at the center, tall and grand and you ponder just how many theater performances have been right here.

“You,” Jimin catches your attention, placing a hand at the low of your back. “represent me, Y/N.”

You understood as such when Jimin had chosen your clothing - a dress that is entirely too long that you often find yourself nearly tripping if you weren’t so quick on your feet. It’s a dark maroon color to match that of his suit and for some odd reason, you adorn a corset that was tied by Jimin himself to shape your figure, it’s laced and tied behind your back. 

“You’ll be serving us tonight.” Jimin begins to steer you away and into a room to the right. It’s a bar area where rows of drinks are set up ready to be served. “Just make sure people’s cups are full. Easy enough for you?”

You nod once more, eyeing the cups. You assume they’re wine mixed with more - something to have the girls and whatever attending this gathering be more loose. You cringe at the thought.

The night drags on and you do as you’re told, serving people as they mingle. You shouldn’t be surprised to see familiar faces - officers from other neighboring towns, high police officials and politicians alongside mayors. They all funded the Ripper - you’re unsure as to why but that didn’t stop you from collecting the desired intel needed. You had their faces and names locked deep in your mind, the case only growing larger. 

Your eyes catch Daneil from across the theater. He’s sipping his own drink, looking around the same as you are. You ponder if he notices anyone familiar or something off about those who are attending.

The theater is loud with chatter and laughter, prostitutes being seated in the laps of powerful men. You take another deep breath.

“Excuse me,”

There’s a loud voice - Jimin’s - followed by clapping. He strolls onto the stage and makes a grand entrance that has you rolling your eyes. 

“Y/N, please serve our guest the specialty wine of the night.”

You stand a little straighter as Jimin calls for you. You go into the backroom to find the wine he was speaking of. It’s a dark color of crimson on a medium sized silver platter. It took you longer than you desired, especially with the waiting eyes of the attendee’s around you, but once the last glass was full, you scurried off to the side.

“Thank you all for coming.” Jimin begins, his clapping together. “It’s been too long since we have been together. Just like old times.”

There’s a few murmurings of agreement.

“As you know, however, there's been a slight…inconvenience to our operation.” Jimin’s tone lowers and you assume he’s speaking of several of his men being arrested and the police force - that’s not involved with the Ripper - was zoning in on them.

“It’s nothing we cannot handle, surely.”

You turn to the sound of the voice - an officer. Maybe this is why they’ve never been caught before. Having officers on the inside was a smart move from such a sick man like the Ripper.

“As I thought.” Jimin nods. “However, we’re also losing our girls. With these men being arrested and charged every other day and whore’s leaving…”

You lick your lips, scoffing to yourself. This is what the gathering was about - trying to find ways to stop the decline of their operation? 

“I have a shipment coming from out of the country.”

A shipment from out of the country…?

You gasp to yourself at the statement. The man was a mayor not from Oakville, but elsewhere. They were trafficking girls from outside the country - how they managed to do a thing, you’re unsure. The thought makes your skin crawl, your mind flashing of your past and what you had to endure alongside your “siblings”. 

“That’ll help.” another member of this cult - because this couldn’t be anything but - has said. He has a girl seated in his lap as he speaks, his hand rubbing onto her thigh.

“It’ll help. But,” Jimin appears stoic. His eyes glance around the room as if in search of someone. “Let’s raise our glass and drink to the Brotherhood.”

As you expected. This was some sort of sick cult of elitists. The Ripper wasn’t the only sick individual as he was surrounded by much more. 

“To the Brotherhood.” the surrounded men all state in unison. Your eyes meet Daniel’s once more and not that he had not lifted his cup to drink anything.

What comes next is what shocks you. As the men all take their drinks, it’s followed by sudden screeching. Chao’s ensues and you could only watch in horror as things began to go haywire.

Coughing and gagging are heard, followed by the screams of the prostitutes who all scurry away and surrounding one another. Several men fell to their knees and began to vomit their guts out, blood pooling from their noses.

“W-What-”

“There has been a traitor among us…”

That voice is different. It’s not Jimin’s, you note. It comes directly behind you all and it takes everything in you to not freeze in your stature. 

A man, tall and covered from head to toe in dark clothing. His trenchcoat is black and leather and sways behind him as he trails down the carpeted stairs to reach the stage. He’s sporting a mask that covers his face entirely. It’s ghostly and adorns an expressionless expression.

“One of you,” the man says, coming even closer. “has betrayed me.”

It happens entirely too fast. He lunges at the prostitutes, a large dagger in his hand and manages to stab one directly in the heart. The other’s scream, crying to get away from his attack - but none of them manage.

It’s a shocking sight to behold - the men are slowly dying, obviously poisoned…by you.

You feel sick to your stomach having been a part of such a sick set up.

The Ripper is here.

The Ripper is here.

Your eyes blink several times, as if trying to comprehend what you’re witnessing is true. He is so brutal in the way he murders the prostitutes without a care. They’re thrown around like ragdolls, being, blood seeping from such quick attacks upon their skin.

Your mind is racing, eyes darting all around the room. It was pure chaos - utter havoc. The screams only grow louder and louder.

“S-Stop!”

You found your voice, going to screech as loud as you can to grab the attention of the man. Your heart nearly stops when, ever so slowly, he turns towards you, knife raised. Crimson blood seeps off of it and drops onto the carpet. 

You swallow, taking a step back when the man stalks towards you. 

You’re unsure what you imagined yourself doing in a situation such as this, never truly expecting to be in it. You thought of ways of figuring out who the Ripper was and what you’d do if you ever came face to face with him - but now you appeared to cower.

You had witnessed a massacre right before your eyes. You were a part of it, having served these same people with poison.

“Y/N, what did I say earlier?” Jimin’s voice rings through your ears and before you could process anything, you’re being pushed harshly onto the ground. Your head nearly crashes against it but you catch yourself. “Just do as you’re told.”

You exhale a frightening breath, eyes slowly looking upwards at the man, knife clenches in his gloved hand. He’s looking down at you, almost as if waiting for you to react.

You weren’t a prostitute or a maid.

You were a detective. 

You have trained for years to be where you were at. 

You had come to Oakville to bring down such a horrid person - you couldn’t just lay here and cower.

It takes far more strength than expected, but neither of the two men - the Ripper and Jimin - were expecting you to react so quickly, or at all. You attack the man's legs, bringing him to the ground with you in an attempt to get the knife out of his hand.

Your hair is being pulled, yanked harshly. Your eyes clenched shut and your hands immediately clasp onto your hair. You can feel your body being dragged against the carpeted floor.

Your heart thumps, pounding into your ears. You couldn’t contain the low grunts coming from your lips, pain shooting throughout your body as you continue to be dragged so violently by the Ripper.

“Now why shouldn’t you be killed for your actions, Y/N?”

Jimin’s voice oozes with disappointment, like a superior upset with their students' actions as he steps off of the stage. 

You were finally released and pushed aside roughly. Your head throbs but you whip it around to look at the tall man. You cannot see his eyes and they appear to be pitch black holes of nothingness staring right back at you.

Daniel is looking between Jimin and the Ripper, his own heart thumping in his chest and he’s visibly trembling. This is his first time meeting the man in person. He was stunned at the sudden appearance of the murderer slaining people in plain sight - only when you were in trouble did he snap back to reality. “S-Sir!” he speaks forward, stepping closer to where you three stood. “I-I can take her back to the-”

“Get the fuck out.”

You don’t blame Daniel for being terrified and you could only be upset with yourself if this is how you did die. You could only hope that Daniel wouldn’t meet the same fate. 

Your chest heaves, your eyes fixed on the Ripper who seemingly is staring right back at you. 

Daniel’s mouth shut once he heard Jimin’s stern tone. His eyes flicker to you onto the ground, trying your best not to cower away, but even he was frightened of what would happen to you if he left.

“Are you deaf or stupid?” Jimin snorts, shaking his head a bit. “Get the fuck out! Wait for us outside.”

You can hear footsteps scurrying away, going farther and farther, and yet your eyes never leave the ghoulish mask of the Ripper.

Jin, if you managed to make it out alive, was surely going to be upset with you. You had managed to come face to face with someone so heinous - and piss them off to the point that it might just lead you to your death.

“She’s a feisty one. I like her.” Jimin is leaning against the stage with his arms crossed. “She’s different….not a whore in the slightest.”

You swallow, your eyes remaining on the dark sockets of his mask. You didn’t want to give yourself away or appear suspicious.

What did Jimin mean that you weren’t a whore in the slightest? Did he know who you were - no. He couldn’t have. He would have gotten rid of you if he did.

Still, why keep you around if he knows you weren’t a part of this world? Just what was he planning on doing?

“What say you, Y/N?”

“Are you going to kill me?”

You didn’t waste any time. If you were going to die here, you’d make sure you had the chance to fight back.

“If he wanted you dead, you’d be dead already.” Jimin looks bored as this was not entertaining in the slightest. You and he stared at one another, as if daring the other to strike first - no one had. “You look determined to survive. How about this…we all love a little game.”

Your first clench at your sides. You weren’t in the mood to be toyed with - especially not when you’re at such a disadvantage.

“You make it out of here alive, Y/N…we pretend none of this ever happened, yeah?”

For the first time in who knows how long, you glanced at Jimin, the Ripper in the corner of your eye becoming a blurred figure. 

“I’ll be making my leave…”

Jimin begins to stroll away, a strut in his walk. 

“W-Wait!” you call, looking back at the Ripper. “Where are you-”

“I’m not going to be here. If you want to live, you’ll escape yourself. You know where to find me if you survive.”

You let out a low gasp as his footsteps clogged your mind, his words replaying over and over  - and over again. Your eyes slowly turn back to the tall man a few feet away from you. It’s eerily silent, only the theater door opening and closing behind Jimin.

You were powerless and had not a weapon on you. Your mind races of ways to survive this. You were positive that if he didn’t want you dead then, by now he surely did.

You barely have a second to process when he suddenly lunges at you. You throw yourself to the side and manage to get onto your feet.

Your dress is entirely too long to function properly and you ponder if this was Jimin’s initial intention. 

Your hands scrunch up the dress so you could run freely.

He’s swinging the knife as it slices the air close to you. You continue to dodge, finding that this would be the easiest option instead of trying to attack the man head on. 

“You’re a coward!”

You hiss at the man after managing to dodge another attack, this time it slices at your side and fortunately slices the dress and not your skin.

“Attacking women because you cannot take on a man!”

Maybe it wasn’t smart to taunt someone hellbent on killing you - and if not killing you, at least hurting you. However, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction that you were frightened to your core at the disadvantage.

“I know men like you.  I’ve dealt with men like you.”

You round a corner, a beam separating you and him. His attack stops and you’re met with his eyeless stare.

“Weak.” you spit, your hands clutching onto your dress for support. “You take your pathetic anger out on innocent women simply because your life is miserable. Were you rejected…maybe…”

Your breathing increases, determined to stay alive.

“...Mommy issues?”

The man attacks again, this time dropping his knife to come at you full force. You should have expected it and could only blame yourself when both of his gloved hands crashed onto your face. You’re forced backwards until your back hits against a wall.

Your hands punch along his chest - it’s broad, you note, a thought that he was a man of either great strength or smart enough to wear protection beneath his clothing. 

You weren’t doing any damage to him and he gave you little room to do so. His body pressed against yours. Your face throbs beneath his clenching hands.

You wheeze when you’re pushed away, back slamming against the wall once more. Without warning, you’re turned around, your cheek now pressed to the cold, theater wall and his right hand clasp around your neck. 

Your hand reaches back to attack him once more, an attempt to claw at him to release you.

No man should have strength like this - this was inhumane. 

“Let…me…go…”

It was getting hard to breathe.

Your body tenses up when you feel him press up against you sickly, your mind going to the darkest possibilities of what he was going to do to you if you didn’t escape him.

“...fight me like a-”

His gloved hand reaches upward to clasp against your mouth while his free one grasps your waist harshly. You’re pulled from the wall and suddenly, slammed onto the ground. Your head crashes against the carpeted floor and before you could react, you feel pressure on top of you.

There’s a knife pointed to your throat, dangerously close. You can feel the cool tip prepared to slice against your skin.

“Hurry up and kill me.”

You weren’t going to give him what he wanted. It’s obvious that he wanted you to cower before him and beg for your life - but you weren’t.

If you were going to die, then so be it. But you would not feed into his ego. 

The man tilts his head, eyeless sockets staring right at you. 

The man comes closer to you, his masked face inches from yours.

You swallow, remaining whatever eye contact you could.

The knife pinches your skin a bit, trailing from your neck to your collarbone. It stings -  but not the way you thought it would have. It feels more like a papercut slicing through delicate skin.

It pierces through the fabric of your dress, slicing ever so slowly - as if  to taunt you. Your lower half is constricted, but your arms are free.

“Get off-” you hiss, your hands balling into fists and you throw a harsh jab at the masked cheek. It was just the amount of reaction you needed to kick him away from you, freeing yourself from beneath you.

You begin to crawl backwards, your eyes not leaving his figure as you struggle to get to your feet. Your breathing has increased tremendously. “Fuck you!” you spit, stumbling further away from him. You needed to grab a weapon - any weapon.

As you were rushing away to find said weapon, the masked man lifts himself up, knife gleaming in the lowlights of the theater. 

You’re behind the bar now, grasping the largest bottle of alcohol you could find and hurling it at him, then another. The third bottle you grasps you slam against the large bar island, the sharp now being used as your own weapon. The excess alcohol splashes against you, but you don’t move your eyes from his. 

You duck just as the man attacks, the knife swiping right above your head and with instinct, you thrust your own weapon towards him. 

“Ah-!” you swing it once more and with each swing, the man dodges it. “Get,” swing. “away,” swing. “from me!” you scream, swinging once more, but the Ripper’s glove hand catches your wrist. 

Your free hand is quick, however, grasping the nearest bottle and smashing it against the man's head. 

The Ripper stumbles back, the alcohol shattering and the liquid staining his clothes.

You know well enough that the attack would only stun him, not fully halt him. You toss another, this one hitting him directly in his masked face. 

Your eyes move around with great speed, wondering what you could do next - what weapon could be used upon him to save your life and the life of others.

Your eyes catch them, the small, square box of matches.

You swallow, your body moving before your brain could fully process what you were doing.  Your hands are slippery as you grasp them, but you knew exactly what you were going to do. 

You struck the match, the small flame illuminating against your face. Your eyes meet the Rippers eyeless ones and you tilt your head. 

“I won’t allow you to kill anymore people.” you say to him, almost as if he would care what you would say to him. 

You fling the match and, almost as in slow motion, does it fall onto the pile of alcohol behind the bar and directly in front of him. 

The flames spark immediately and you attempt to make this your exit. You had no idea how long you’d have, especially with the flames growing larger and larger, but you understood that you had to make your way out somehow. 

You’re positive that Jimin is long gone, having no hope of you ever making your way out alive.

The fire spread rapidly and quicker than expected was the entire scenery full of smoke. Your eyes begin to water and your throat clog up. All your ears could hear were the cracking of the flames surrounding you, unsure if this was your final moment alongside the Ripper - and if it truly was, then you couldn’t be upset with yourself.

You promised that you would stop the Ripper - that his reign in Oakville would come to an end. You promised Seokjin that his once quiet and safe town would return to just that, not realizing that your life would also be a part of that promise.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

Your chest felt heavy, as if someone was seated right on top of you. Your head is pounding, an increasing pain at all angles that even with your eyes closed, it feels as if the room is spinning.

You were trying so desperately to open your eyes - to see what the fuck was going on like the voice was speaking.

“Y/N?”

Y/N.

Y/N.

The voice appears far away, like a distant echo. You recognize the voice - Seokjin.

Where were you?

Where was he?

Why was everything so dark?

Seokjin presses a hand to your shoulder, squeezing it gently as your eyes begin to flutter open, completely glossy and dazed. The oxygen mask clings onto you, assisting in your breathing.

“You’re finally awake.” Jin sighs, closing his eyes for a few moments. “Can you hear me, Y/N?”

You cough, as expected, and Jin waits for you for him to continue.

“Jin…” you cough once more, your eyes wandering around to where you were at. “...how-”

“Are you fucking insane, Y/N?!” Jin hisses, his once soft eyes now enraged. “I had to hear from Daniel that you came face to face with the Ripper?!”

Daniel.

Jimin.

The Ripper.

Your mind swirls with what happened. Where was Jimin? Had the Ripper survived the fire since you had - did he manage to escape?

“Jin.” you begin to lift yourself up from the bed and Jin shakes his head. “I-”

“You are not capable of going anywhere, Y/N! You’ve literally survived a fire!” Jin nearly screams. 

“Where is he?” your throat is aching, but you had to know what was going on. “Where’s Jimin-”

“Gone.” Jin grits his teeth. “We…don’t need to worry about Jimin anymore, Y/N. Focus-”

“Gone?” your hands reach up at the hospital mask and you begin to lift it from your face. “Gone where? Has he been arrested or-”

“He was gone by the time we arrived, Y/N!” Jin doesn’t want to take out his frustrations upon you, but you were acting daft. His hands slap yours away from the oxygen mask and he places it back where it was once located. “Obviously he had no intention of you escaping the Ripper. Daniel told me as much as he knows.” Jin explains. “The theater is burned to the ground, Y/N. You’re lucky to even be alive.”

You inhale, the information clogging your brain.

Jimin was gone - as expected. Who else managed to escape?

“The Ripper…” you trail off. 

“There wasn’t another body recovered in the fire.” Jin murmurs back, eyes blinking away. “And right now, Y/N, I don’t care about the Ripper.” he shakes his head. “You could’ve lost your life right then and there. I…”

Jin turns away from you and you understand that this would weigh on his shoulders. Your heart jolts at the thought of Jin and what guilt he may be feeling. 

“I’m capable of taking care of myself, Jin.” you inhale. You could still hear the harsh cracking of the fire as it spread throughout the theater. “I did this for the case-”

“Fuck the case, Y/N!” Jin’s eyes turn back to you, dark ones staring right into your own. “I wouldn’t have cared if the Ripper was still alive and well as long as you made it out of there alive.”

Jin swallows, inhaling deeply.

“I don’t…I don’t want to blame you. It isn’t your fault, Y/N. You couldn’t have known but…” Jin blinks a few times, trying to find the words to say to you. “...I don’t want you on this case, anymore. It’s too risky and-”

“What?”

You look pathetic, barely able to raise your voice past a hoarse whisper. 

“You’re off the case.” Jin repeats. “Don’t fight me on this, Y/N. I’m-”

“I’m not getting off the case. I-”

“I want you to stay in Oakville.” Jin interrupts, raising his voice to challenge your own. “I want you to stay here. With me.”

You swallow, throat aching for some water but all you could think about are Jin’s words at the moment. 

“I want you to be safe.” Jin begins. “And I can only assure your safety if you’re here with me. Jimin is gone and the majority of the Ripper’s men have since been arrested.”

You sniffle, eyes roaming Jin’s face.

“I…”

“I won’t force you.” Jin shrugs his shoulders, a bit awkwardly. “I…have grown to like your company. I would like you by my side. Here. With me.” he murmurs, hoping that his words - as vague as they were - would have you understand what he truly wants from you. “I appreciate all that you’ve done for the case but now I just want you to fall back. Heal and-”

“I’ll stay.” you nod your head, swallowing back the lump in your throat; that or it was soot, who knows. 

“Good.” Jin licks his lips. “Good.” he sighs in relief, glad that he didn’t have to fight too hard. You were a stubborn one and in a way, he likes it. Not when your life is put into a compromising situation, however. 

As days dragged onto weeks and weeks dragged onto months, your mind can do nothing but wander to Jimin and how someone of his status could just disappear into thin air. The streets of Oakville were slowly returning to how Jin said they were once before - safe and homely. There was very little crime and death was at an all time minimum unless caused by natural causes. 

The once ringing telephone in Jin’s office now laid silent most days and it was just as it was before, peaceful. You began to think that maybe the Ripper was truly gone; that Jimin would never return to Oakville as it was far too risky.

The Ripper’s name was uttered as something in the past - somewhat like a folktale. The town of Oakville now allowed the sun to shine bright above their small, happy town. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to return to your own town?” Jin asks as he sets down your boxes onto the ground of his apartment. It’s labeled “kitchen”. “I don’t want to force you here with me.”

“Are you telling me you want me to go?” you tease, placing a smaller box on top of the one he sat down and cross your arms. 

“Of course not.” Jin scoffs with a playful roll of his eyes. “I just don’t want to remove you from your home.”

“Oakville is my home now.” you uncross your arms to throw a jab at Jin’s side, an act that he dodges effortlessly, smooth hands grasping your wrist to bring you closer to him. 

You’re unsure how you’d ever explain to someone how you and Jin got closer with one another after the death - or disappearance - of the Ripper. His admission to wanting you by his side was just the first (awkward) step. You working alongside him constantly was another step of you two getting closer, mixed with shy glances and awkward encounters in his home. 

“What are you thinking about?” Jin questions, arms wrapped loosely around you. “And don’t say nothing, either. I know you.”

“Sure.” you scoff, but it was true. Jin did know when your mind was clouded with a thousand thoughts at once. “Jimin…”

“Ah, of course.” Jin rests his forehead against yours. 

“You think I’m foolish to keep thinking about him, huh?” you snort. 

“No, of course not. It’s in your nature.” Jin responds. “Jimin is like…an unsolved case to you. You’re fiending-”

You pinch Jin in the chest slightly and he yelps.

“Hey!” Jin flinches but chuckles heartily at your reaction. “It’s the truth! You’re just a determined detective.”

Jin squeezes you a bit. “It’s not your fault. I want to know where the bastard went, myself. But dwelling on it would only drive me insane.”

Jin leans his head back to scan your face. He inhales deeply, a smile slowly creeping onto his lips. 

“I like to think Jimin met his demise. That he’s somewhere laying in a ditch. It’s easier to accept that he could still be out there in another town alive and well.” 

“Ugh,” you groan and throw your head back. It’s easier for Jin to not care about things such as this - maybe it was because he was a man. Men tend to lack any form of sense. 

Jin is quick to press his lips against your neck, plump lips kissing the spot he knows would be your sweet spot.

“Just forget about Jimin and everything else for now.” Jin murmurs.

“We’re supposed to redecorate…!”

“We have all week for that.” Jin exclaims. “It isn’t like there’s a lot of crime, Y/N.”

You hated when Jin was being logical. There was a lot of time on your hands as Oakville has become such a safe haven for the townspeople again. 

“How about you,” Jin’s lips crash against yours to silence you and you’re only partially surprised. “mph, just go lock up downstairs and-”

“Ugh,” Jin groans but he knows you’re right. He has already told several officers that they could go home early. Business had really slowed the last few months. “fine.” he sighs. “Then we’ll pick up where we started?”

You nod your head, a glint in your eyes that has Jin excited. 

Your eyes follow as Jin scurries out the door, his footsteps growing more faint with each passing step. You release a sigh, your body radiating heat. 

“Let’s see what I can do while Jin is locking up.” you speak to yourself, eyes roaming to the array of boxes until your eyes catch one.

Jin had insisted that he move the boxes full of items you didn’t use into the attic. They’re filled with memorabilia mostly instead of day to day items. 

You grab a chair to open the attic door to the ceiling, the stairs squeak as you drop them down onto the ground. A bit of dust catches your nostrils and instantly, you sneeze.

You grasp the box and begin to slowly ascend the attic stairs. It’s dark mostly, but your phone light is all you truly needed to not be completely creeped out by the scenery. 

There’s already boxes up there - expected seeing as Jin did state he kept the area as storage. You place your box down on the ground and grasp your flashing phone from on top of it. You scan the area, not finding anything out of the ordinary. There’s rows of boxes all closed and on top of one another, your camera finding that there’s an insane amount of dust covering the top of it that indicates that neither of them has been opened in years.

Though, your eyes catch a chest that is the only item inside the attic that isn’t covered in dust and grime and you hum. Your feet stroll towards the chest, kneeling down to shine your flashlight right at it. It’s wooden and a mahogany color, the top drawer slightly cracked open.

Your free hand pulls at the drawer to open, shining the light inside. It’s nearly  empty, aside for a few pieces of jewelry, you note, and what appears to be picture’s facing down.

“Is this an invasion of privacy…?” you ask yourself but your hand grabs at the pictures either way.

They’re old pictures and now you think they're of Jin in his youth. Your eyes scan each passing photo, more and more children coming into each frame. 

Your eyes stop at one in particular, dozen of children standing in front of what appears to be a warehouse-like building. 

Your eyes blink a few times before squinting.

“What…?” you murmur, orbs staring at a familiar face of you, right in the corner of said picture. You recall the exact outfit you wore that day, covered in mud and grime. 

You swallow, slamming the picture down into the drawer. Your heart is pounding and your head is swirling with far too many emotions to count. 

Your eyes catch onto the next photo and your heart sinks at who.

Jimin.

Jimin and Jin.

They’re young - possibly teenage years. However, they’re both smiling ear to ear with arms wrapped around the other’s shoulder.

Your breathing increases.

“Jin…”

Your ears hear him - Jin. He isn’t home yet, however he will be. He’s just down the hall and you sprint out of the attic. Your nerves are causing you to shake violently and you’re truly unaware how you managed to close the attic door and put the chair back to where it belonged as he entered. 

“I’m back. Do you think we should order a…” Jin’s eyes turn to you and instantly, he freezes. “...pizza...? Is something…wrong?” He tries to laugh but nothing is amusing.

“Huh?” you try to sound unfazed, but you know you look as though you’ve just seen a ghost. 

“Is everything okay?” Jin steps closer to you and without thinking, you step back. 

“Yeah.”  you nod your head. You touch your forehead with the back of your hand. “I’m…just feeling tired.” you lie. “And…hot. I need a-”

“Y/N.” Jin takes another step forward and with each step, you take one back. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You swallow.

Jin and Jimin knew one another. They were friends the least.

Jin knows you - for fuck sakes you knew Jin. You’ve blocked out your past life as much as you can that you completely forgot your ‘brothers and sisters’ and now Jin stands before you, reminding you everything of the past life you wished to keep behind you.

“Y/N.” Jin repeated, this time his voice was deeper and more stern.

“How did you know where to find me?” you ask Jin. “When…the fire broke out?”

“Daniel told me.” Jin responds with a tilt of his head. “Is something wrong?”

“How did you know I fought the Ripper?” you question. “Daniel wouldn’t have known. He wasn’t in the theater with me.”

Jin is silent and only his heady eyes are watching you. 

“Is there something you want to ask me, Y/N?” Jin stands straighter. “Go out and ask. Don’t jump through useless questions.”

You want to ask Jin what was truly on your mind - you were just afraid of the response. 

“Why…how do you know me?”

“That’s your question?” Jin scoffs. “You’ve been in the attic, have you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost…like a person who’s been shown the truth.”

“Stop coming closer.”

“Why?” Jin doesn’t listen and he slowly steps closer to you. “Are you afraid of me, Y/N?”

“Stop.” your teeth grit. 

“Ask me what you want to know, Y/N. I’ll answer you truthfully.”

You have nowhere to run without him easily catching you. Your heart was beating so loud that it was getting hard to focus.

“You…you’re him.” you shake your head in near disbelief. 

“Are you upset with me, Y/N? Do you look at me differently because…I was the Ripper?”

You release a choke gasp of disbelief. 

“You tried to kill me!” your back hits a wall and you curse at your own bad decisions. “You-”

“I could’ve gutted you a long time ago!” Jin suddenly roars - one so loud that it echoes off of the walls. He stomps towards you. “I could’ve had your blood seeping through these floors the same night you came.”

Jin slams his hands on either side of your face against the walls.

“I could’ve killed you that night you presented yourself for Jimin so willingly…for me so willingly.”

“What…?”

“I knew you and I were meant for one another right then and there, Y/N. When you said you would be thinking of me while giving yourself to another man.”

Your night with Jimin was another night you would rather forget and often block out.

“I don’t…I-I don’t understand-”

“You don’t think it was Jimin who fucked you, right?” Jin scoffs with a shake of his head. He looks so different. His eyes…they were so cold and deranged. So distant. 

Your stomach churns at Jin’s words. 

“You’re as strong as I remember you were. You fought me the entire time at the theater. I wasn’t expecting you to be so dumb and cause a fire.” Jin shakes his head with a low tsk. “I had to get the both of us out of there before anything happened.”

Your hands, as rough as they could, shove along his chest to get him away from you. 

“Get the fuck away from me!” you hiss, eyes blurred with hot tears. 

“You’re being rash, now, Y/N.” Jin spit. “Don’t let this ruin us.”

“You’re a murderer!” you hiss, your eyes viewing Jin as he was; the Ripper. 

“And you’re any better, Y/N?” Jin laughs. “Or does it not count because it was just a bit of poison?”

Your eyes widened at Jin’s words.

Your fist clench - another memory unblocked. 

“I didn’t…you and Jimin and-”

“If anything, you were an accessory. You caused the fire that got rid of all the evidence, baby.” Jin shrugs his shoulders. “You’re just as bad as me. Get off your fucking high horse.”

“No.” you shake your head. 

“Yes.” Jin scoffs. “The Ripper is dead, Y/N. I killed that part of me so that you and I can be together. Don’t you get that!”

Jin is quick in his movement, snatching your shoulders and forcing you to look at him. 

“The Ripper is dead. Kim Seokjin is not.” Jin grits his teeth, appearing utterly deranged. “You and I can be a family again, Y/N. Eventually you’ll come around to Jimin, too.”

“You know where Jimin is?”

“Of course I do.” Jin smiles. “Jimin is my brother. Our brother.” he murmurs. “We all went down different paths but we’re together again. The Ripper was just a phase that I’ve gotten over.”

You didn’t know Jin - not as much as you thought you had. These eyes weren’t the eyes of the Jin you were growing to love. He didn’t look as kind and soft; his eyes were different. They dance with insanity as he speaks. 

“You aren’t going to leave me again, right?” Jin watches you intensely. “I'd hate to have to kill the both of us, Y/N. But if that’s what you want.”

You stiffen, your ears not believing what they were hearing. 

“We can pretend you never found out about the past and go back to what we were doing.” Jin’s hands begin to sooth you, rubbing along your shoulders. “We can order pizza and do what we normally do.”

You feel the tear drop onto your cheek before you realize you’re crying. You’re unsure of what to say or how to respond to this new information - you’re left with more questions than answers; questions you’re far too afraid to truly grasp.

“Or…I kill you. Then myself.” Jin shrugs his shoulders. “Don’t let your emotions get in the way of our love, baby.” 

you’re curled up on the wide sectional in jungkook’s apartment, the low hum of some playlist filling the background. the lights are dim, just the way he likes it when it’s late and the three of you are hanging out like this. jimin’s next to you, close enough that your knees keep knocking, laughing as he leans in closer with a dramatic pleading look on his face.

“come on, please,” jimin begs, voice full of fake desperation, “just a few details. what does she like? i don’t wanna mess this up next time. does she prefer slow and teasing or does she like it a little rougher? tell me what she’s into, i’m dying here.”

you burst out laughing, covering your mouth as you nudge his arm. “oh my god you’re so desperate, this is hilarious. i can’t believe you’re actually asking me for sex advice about my own friend.”

jimin grins, not giving up, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “i’m serious! she mentioned she likes when things build up but i wanna do it right. does she like being in control or should i take the lead more? help a guy out. i’ll owe you forever.”

jungkook lets out a quiet scoff from the other side of the couch, the sound low and almost amused, but there’s a slight edge to it as he shifts his position, eyes flicking toward the two of you for a moment before going back to the tv.

you’re still giggling, shaking your head at how eager he looks. “you’re ridiculous. okay fine, a little hint because you’re being so pathetic right now. she does like slow teasing at the start, especially on her neck and inner thighs. and she hates when guys rush. but that’s all you’re getting, you perv. stop looking at me like that.”

jimin lets out a triumphant laugh, pumping his fist dramatically. “yes! neck and thighs, slow build up. you’re the best. seriously, thank you.”

you roll your eyes, still laughing. “don’t tell her i said anything or i’ll end you.”

the two of you keep chatting casually, voices overlapping with easy laughs as jimin shares a couple more light details about his previous date and you ask questions, the conversation flowing warm and natural.

jungkook has his legs stretched out and is mostly quiet. he chimes in every now and then with a short comment or a low chuckle, but there’s a subtle shift in him. just the way his gaze lingers a second longer when you laugh at something jimin says, or how his fingers tap once against his knee before going still.

“seems like you two have your own little thing going on tonight.” jungkook says at one point, voice casual, almost amused. “hard to get a word in.”

you glance over, smiling. “come on, join in. jimin was just saying how he spilled his matcha right in front of her.” you laughed. “and he doesn’t even like matcha.”

jungkook shrugs lightly, lips curving in a small smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “yeah i heard it. you’re both pretty into the story.”

jimin laughs, oblivious, then checks his phone and groans. “shit, it’s late. i told myself i’d be in bed by one. early call tomorrow.”

you stand up with him, walking him to the door while jungkook stays on the couch. “text me if my advice was helpful,” you chuckle, giving him a quick hug. “and don’t overthink it.”

“i won’t,” jimin promises, squeezing you back. “thanks again. night, kook.”

jungkook lifts a hand in a lazy wave without looking over. “night.”

the door shuts and the apartment feels suddenly quieter. you turn back, padding over to the couch. jungkook hasn’t moved much, still sprawled out, one arm resting along the back cushions. you climb on beside him, then shift until you’re lying down with your head in his lap, cheek against his thigh. he doesn’t say anything, just adjusts slightly so you’re comfortable, fingers brushing once through your hair before settling.

“that was fun,” you say after a minute, voice soft. “jimin seemed really into her.”

“mm.” jungkook’s hand stays in your hair, slow strokes. “he talks a lot when he’s excited.”

you smile against his sweats, turning your face a little so you can look up at him. “you were quiet tonight.”

“just tired,” he says, easy, like it’s nothing. his eyes are on the tv again, thumb tracing idle circles on your scalp.

you know that tone. it’s the one he uses when he doesn’t want to admit something’s bothering him, when he’s trying to keep that cool, unbothered front. you reach up and poke his stomach lightly. “tired or something else?”

he huffs a small laugh, the sound low in his chest. “something else like what? i just learned more than i needed to about your friend’s sex life.”

you laugh, the sound muffled against his thigh. “he was just asking. you could’ve given some advice too.”

“not really my business.” jungkook says, still casual, but there’s a tiny edge under it now, something almost petulant.

you prop yourself up on one elbow, looking at him properly. “are you actually annoyed about that?”

he shrugs one shoulder, eyes flicking down to meet yours for a second before sliding away. “no. just saying. you two get loud when you’re talking about that stuff.”

you settle back down, head on his lap again, but this time you let your hand rest on his thigh, fingers tracing slow patterns through the fabric. “you know it’s just jimin being jimin. and i wanted to help. they’re both my friends.”

“friend,” he repeats, like he’s testing the word. his hand in your hair slows. “interesting.”

you bite back a smile. he’s being so careful with his words, trying not to sound jealous, but you can feel the way his thigh tenses under your touch. you keep your voice light, teasing. “what, can’t i be friends with jimin too?”

jungkook makes a noncommittal sound, shifting a little under you. “i didn’t say that.”

“but you’re thinking it,” you say, turning your head to press a kiss to his thigh through the sweats. “it’s okay if you’re jealous, you know? it’s normal.”

he exhales through his nose, the sound almost a laugh but not quite. “you’re not gonna let this go, are you?”

“probably not,” you admit, letting your hand drift higher on his thigh, closer to where you know he’s starting to react. “you get this little crease between your eyebrows when something’s bothering you. it’s cute.”

“i don’t have a crease,” he mutters, but his hand in your hair tightens just a fraction.

you laugh softly and nuzzle closer, cheek rubbing against him. your fingers brush over the front of his sweats now, light, almost accidental. he’s half-hard already, and when you press a little more deliberately, you feel him twitch. jungkook stays quiet, but you catch the way his breathing changes, just slightly deeper.

“you’re really not gonna admit it?” you ask, voice low, still tracing slow circles with your fingertips.

“there’s nothing to admit, i told you” he says, but it comes out a little rougher than he probably meant. “just tired. long day.”

you hum, unconvinced, and let your palm rest fully over him now, feeling the warmth and the slow thickening under your hand. “mm. tired but still gets hard when i touch you like this.”

he shifts again, like he’s trying to get comfortable, but it just presses him more into your hand. “that’s not fair.”

“what’s not fair?” you tease, giving him a gentle squeeze.

jungkook lets out a quiet breath that sounds suspiciously like a laugh. “you’re a brat.”

you grin and start rubbing him properly through the fabric, slow and steady. “maybe. but you like it.”

he doesn’t answer right away. his hand in your hair, fingers flexing, and you can feel the way he’s trying to stay still, trying not to push up into your touch. you drag it out, just like that—talking a little more, all while your hand works him up until he’s fully hard and straining against the sweats.

“you’re really trying hard not to react,” you say, amused. “it’s cute.”

“shut up,” he mutters, but there’s no heat in it, just that slightly petulant edge that comes out when he’s losing a little control and hates admitting it.

you smile and finally tug his sweats down just enough, wrapping your fingers around him. you stroke him lazily, then lean in and press soft kisses along his length. his thighs tense on either side of you, but he stays quiet, breathing through his nose like he’s determined not to give you the satisfaction of a sound.

you take your time with it. another kiss, then a slow lick up the underside, tasting him. you lick him again, longer this time, swirling your tongue around the head before taking just the tip into your mouth and sucking lightly.

he exhales sharply, hips twitching once before he forces them still. you pull off with a soft pop, stroking him with your hand while you look up at him.

“you can make noise, you know. i like it when you do.”

“i’m fine,” he says, voice strained. his cock twitches in your hand, betraying him completely.

you smile and go back down, taking him deeper this time, hollowing your cheeks, bobbing your head in a steady rhythm. jungkook’s fingers flex in your hair, his other hand gripping the couch cushion. you can feel him holding back, trying not to thrust up, trying not to moan. every time a sound almost slips out he bites it back, jaw clenched tight.

you pull off again, licking your lips. “you’re so fucking stubborn.” you say, amused.

you take him back into your mouth, sucking harder this time, and his hand in your hair finally tugs, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to guide you. he’s still trying to let you have the upper hand, but you can feel him fraying at the edges, that need to take over starting to win.

when you pull off again, stroking him with your hand now, he looks down at you with dark eyes and that unyielding set to his mouth.

you climb up into his lap slowly, eyes fixed on his, straddling him. his cock presses against you through your shorts as you settle, and you rock your hips once, teasingly slow, just to feel it. jungkook’s hands go to your waist, holding you there, thumbs rubbing circles over your hipbones.

“still not gonna admit you were jealous?” you ask, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth.

he kisses you back, slow and deep, like he’s trying to distract you. “and i’m the stubborn one.”

you laugh against his lips and grind down on him again. “yes.”

his hands slide under your shirt, warm on your skin, and he pulls you closer until your chests are pressed together. “brat.”

you kiss him again, deeper this time, and let your hand slip between your bodies to wrap around his cock. you stroke him while you kiss, slow and teasing, until he’s making those quiet, frustrated sounds into your mouth.

you reach down with your hand and push your shorts and panties to the side, not bothering to take them off completely. lining him up, you sink down onto him inch by inch, torturously slow, eyes locked on his the whole time. jungkook’s breath catches, fingers digging into your hips as he tries not to thrust up and fill you all at once.

“fuck...” he breathes out, the word barely audible.

you stay there for a moment once he’s fully inside, rolling your hips in tiny circles, feeling him throb. “see? this is what you get when you’re all jealous over nothing.”

he groans softly, head tipping back against the couch, but his hands stay on your waist, not forcing you to move faster. “not jealous,” he mutters, even as his hips twitch beneath you. “just… you and him laughing like that and talking about those things…”

you smile, leaning forward to kiss along his jaw while you start riding him properly, slow and deep. “i’m still yours.”

you feel his cock twitch hard inside you as his hands grip your waist a little tighter, almost like he can’t help the excited little rush that runs through him hearing those words slipping from your mouth.

the rhythm builds naturally, your bodies moving together on the couch. every time you clench around him or change the angle he lets out another low sound, trying to stay in control but clearly losing the fight.

jungkook’s hands slide up your sides, fingers hooking under the neckline of your top before tugging it down, exposing your breasts. his eyes darken instantly and without a word he leans forward, mouth latching onto one of your nipples. he sucks hard, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as his other hand squeezes your ass, guiding you on his cock.

a broken whimper slips out of you, quickly turning into a moan as he switches to the other tit, sucking and biting gently. your rhythm falters for a second, thighs trembling as pleasure shoots through you.

“fuck… kook,” you gasp, fingers threading through his hair.

jungkook pulls back just enough to look up at you, lips shiny, a smug little smirk on his face even as he’s buried deep inside you. “look at you,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. “talking all that shit earlier, teasing me about being jealous… and now you’re the one falling apart on my cock. can’t even keep your rhythm, huh?”

you moan again as he sucks harder on your nipple, hips jerking down onto him. “shut up…” you manage, reaching down to slap his shoulder lightly.

he chuckles against your skin, the vibration making you shiver. “acting like you’re in control but the second i get my mouth on these pretty tits you start whimpering. so fucking cute.”

you try to keep riding him steady but another moan escapes as he flicks his tongue over your nipple again, his hands helping you bounce on him harder.

“i’m so close,” you whimper, clenching around his cock as the pleasure coils tighter in your belly.

he groans against your skin, pulling back just enough to look up at you with dark, hazy eyes. “yeah? gonna cum for me baby?” his voice is rough, a little wrecked, but still teasing.

you nod frantically, nails digging into his shoulders as the edge gets closer, every thrust pushing you nearer to the peak.

you cum first, burying your face in his neck as the waves hit, and he follows right after, arms wrapping tight around you while he spills deep inside.

you both stay quiet for a moment, breathing hard, your face still buried in his neck as you come down together. after a while he lets out a low, satisfied chuckle, lips brushing your ear.

“so quiet now,” he murmurs, voice husky and amused, “what happened baby?”

you pressed your back against the cold tiles of the shower, eyes fluttering shut as warm water ran down your naked body. a soft sigh slipped out, easing some of the tension in your muscles, but it wasn’t enough to quiet the thoughts racing through your head.

that morning you woke up to another text from him.

taehyung: be ready at 7. no panties.

no follow up. you hadn’t dared to reply.

saturday meant no classes, which meant no taehyung. that single text had been the only thread connecting you to him all day, and it was enough to leave you distracted and restless, aching in ways you hated admitting. you could’ve gone out with your friends, spent time with your mom, taken one of your usual walks, but instead you stayed locked in your room, heart pounding, mind full of him, and that warm anticipation building between your thighs.

you hated him for it. hated how easily he could control your body with just a few words. but you still craved him so much.

you stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around yourself and padded back to your room. you grabbed your phone quicker than you meant to. nothing. no new messages. 6pm. your stomach twisted. was he really coming at 7? or was he just messing with your head again?

the next hour you spent getting ready with way more care than usual. you styled your hair until it fell perfectly over your shoulders, makeup subtle but with every detail checked twice in the mirror. picking the outfit took the longest—you didn’t want to look like you were trying too hard, but you still wanted to look good for him. you ended up with a short skirt and a cute simple top that looked innocent enough from a distance.

you spun in front of the mirror, checking every angle. your hands tugged at the hem of the skirt as cool air brushed against the bare skin between your thighs. your cheeks burned. you couldn’t believe you were actually going out like this—no panties, just like he said.

you knew exactly what he was doing. testing you. seeing how far you’d go for him, how much control he had over you. you hated it.

but here you were anyway, obeying without a second thought.

at exactly 7pm, your phone buzzed.

taehyung: i’m outside.

your heart slammed against your ribs. you remembered you never gave him your address, but he just… knew. just like yesterday in the school restroom. and now he was here.

you approached your bedroom window slowly, like he might somehow hear you, and peeked through the blinds. there he was, leaning against his black porsche 911, hands tucked into his dark pants, light blue button-up stretched across his broad shoulders with a few buttons undone and sleeves rolled up to show off the expensive silver watch.

his eyes flicked up and met yours for a split second before you yanked the blinds shut, pulse racing. fuck. you probably looked so obvious and pathetic.

you grabbed your bag and headed down, legs shaky as you walked toward him. a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“right on time,” he teased, pushing off the car.

“could say the same for you,” you shot back. a soft chuckle escaped him as he opened the passenger door for you.

“get in.”

you slid onto the seat, the cool, rough leather pressing directly against your bare pussy. you squirmed a little at the feeling, heat already starting to pool between your legs. the driver’s side door opened and he got in, the engine growling to life as he started the car.

“you look good.” his gaze dragged slowly over you, from your chest down to your legs, heavy and burning. you shifted in your seat, trying to escape the intensity of it.

“thanks,” you muttered, turning to stare out the window at nothing in particular.

there it was. that low, almost mocking chuckle again. ugh, you hated him.

you sat there in heavy silence for a few dragging seconds as he pulled away from your building, one hand resting casually on the wheel. even though you weren’t looking at him, you could feel his eyes flicking over to you every now and then.

your hands stayed clenched on top of your thighs. finally you found the courage to speak. “how did you get my number?” you kept your voice as steady as you could.

he glanced at you, one corner of his mouth lifting. “your friend gave it to me.”

your head snapped toward him, eyes wide. “what?”

“i traded jungkook’s number for yours. she was pretty eager to make the deal.” he sounded amused.

you stayed quiet for a second, processing. “i can’t believe her.” you rolled your eyes, fists tightening as you looked out the window before turning back to him. “what about my address? even in the… restroom yesterday, you said you knew where i lived. was that her too?”

“no.” he didn’t hesitate, eyes fixed on the road. “i told you, i have my ways.”

you let out a frustrated sigh. “that’s not an answer.”

“it’s the one you’re getting.” you almost gasped when his hand landed on your knee, warm and heavy, his thumb stroking slow circles over your skin.

your cheeks burned and your stomach tightened. he was so close to where you were already aching, but you didn’t dare move.

“did you do what i told you?” his voice was low and calm, the other hand resting lazily on the steering wheel.

you turned your head just enough to look at him properly. up close like this he looked even better—brown hair falling perfectly over his forehead, jaw moving slowly as he chewed gum, skin smooth and freshly shaved. you nodded, not trusting your voice.

a smirk pulled at his lips. “good girl,” he murmured. the words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, wetness already starting to build between your legs.

there was a beat of silence before his hand slowly slid higher up your thigh, fingers slipping between your legs. your head fell back against the seat, face burning. “stop…” it came out as a weak whisper, almost a whine.

his hand paused. “i can stop,” he said, fingers kneading the soft skin of your inner thighs. “but we both know that’s not what you really want.” he glanced at you for a second before looking back at the road, the sun setting low in front of you. “isn’t that right?”

you sighed, thighs pressing together instinctively, but all it did was trap his hand closer, your slick already dripping out of you.

“c’mon baby. let me check if you’re telling the truth.” he paused. “i know you want to.”

almost on their own, your legs parted just enough to give him room. his hand moved higher, teasingly slow, slipping under the hem of your skirt until his fingers ghosted over your aching core.

“fuck…” he breathed. “you’re so wet already.” you had to bite back a moan as his middle finger slid between your folds, spreading your wetness. “can’t wait to fuck this pretty pussy again.”

a small sound escaped you as his fingers started teasing your clit, rubbing slow circles. “i hate you,” you whined, eyes fluttering shut.

he chuckled softly. “you keep saying that.” you gasped when his finger pushed inside you, your walls clenching around it. “but you’re dripping all over my hand.”

he curled his finger and a soft moan slipped out of you. “shut up.”

he laughed softly, the sound warm and amused. he kept thrusting his finger inside you with slow, careful movements, like he knew exactly how your body worked. you let yourself melt into his touch, soft moans escaping every few seconds as your legs parted wider to give him more room. you heard him grunt under his breath at the sight.

eventually the car came to a stop. you opened your eyes. the sun had completely set, painting the sky a deep blue, with the distant city lights sparkling like the only source of brightness in this secluded spot. you gasped when he pulled his fingers out, instinctively clenching your thighs together at the sudden emptiness, cheeks burning as you turned to look at him.

“open up,” he murmured, brushing the wet tips of his fingers against your bottom lip.

you parted your lips just enough for him to slide them in. heat flooded your face at the filthy act, embarrassment mixing with arousal as you wrapped your lips around his digits and sucked eagerly, tasting yourself on them while his lust-filled eyes stayed locked on yours.

“fuck baby…” he groaned, his other hand already working on his belt buckle. the metallic click sent a shiver through you. “wanna wrap those pretty lips around my cock, huh?” he chuckled when he felt you suck harder as he unzipped his pants. “c’mere.”

he pulled his fingers from your mouth and tangled them in your hair instead, guiding you forward. you bent down willingly, ass slightly raised as he freed his cock. it sprang out thick and flushed, precum beading at the tip. your mouth watered instantly. you hadn’t tasted him yet, and your pussy clenched at the thought.

“stick your tongue out, baby.” he wrapped a hand around the base and you obeyed, opening wide. he tapped the head against your tongue a few times before sliding just the tip inside. you hummed around him, savoring the taste as you sucked gently.

when you tried to take more, his grip tightened in your hair, holding you back. you whined. “want more?” he smirked. “such a little slut. and you still say you hate me, huh?” he pressed your head down slowly until you took as much of him as you could, your mouth stretching around his thickness as you started bobbing.

you moaned around his cock when you felt his hand reach behind you, fingers sliding through your soaked folds and circling your clit.

“can’t focus with my fingers in your pussy, can you?” he laughed softly, feeling you struggle. “let me help you, baby.”

he started fucking your mouth in slow thrusts, hips lifting just enough while his fingers worked you from behind—teasing your clit, dipping inside, never giving you a steady rhythm.

“that’s it,” he murmured, voice rough. “you look so pretty with your mouth full of my cock.” his thumb brushed gently over your cheek, the soft touch a sharp contrast to everything else. he leaned back against the seat, watching you with hooded eyes.

every time he pressed harder on your clit or thrust his fingers deeper, you whined around him. whenever you tried to pull back for air, he gently pushed your head down again, keeping you there while his fingers continued their merciless teasing.

finally he tugged you off by your hair. you gasped for breath, a string of spit still connecting your swollen lips to the tip of his cock.

“still hate me, baby? or do you want more?” he teased, stroking himself lazily in front of you while his other hand kept playing with your soaked folds.

you looked up at him, catching that arrogant little smirk, and heat flared through you. you wanted more—needed it—but something stubborn in you refused to give him the satisfaction so easily.

“still hate you,” you managed, still catching your breath. his smirk slowly faded.

“you’re so fucking stubborn.” his teeth dragged over his bottom lip as both hands framed your face, one tilting your chin up. “why can’t you just admit you want me? that you want this.”

“i would never give you the satisfaction,” you shot back with your own smirk, knowing you’d hit a nerve.

his jaw clenched. without another word he let go, tucked himself back into his pants, and left you bent over the console as he got out and slammed the door. before you could straighten up, your door opened and a firm hand slapped your ass, making you whine.

“get the fuck out.” he pulled you from the car by your arm, pressing you against his chest and slamming the door shut behind you, eyes dark and intense.

“i’m gonna make you beg for my cock, understand?” his voice was low and rough. “gonna fuck that attitude right out of you.” he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, the gentle gesture clashing with his words. “by the time i’m done with you, you’ll be screaming that you love me.”

you didn’t get a chance to respond. his hand slid to your throat, fingers wrapping around it as he pulled you into a deep, hungry kiss. his tongue claimed your mouth instantly and you melted into it, humming against his lips, all your frustration temporarily forgotten.

he pulled back just enough for his lips to still brush yours. “now get on top of the hood of the car.” his hand stayed at the back of your neck, guiding you to the front where he pressed you against the cool metal. “sit there.”

you obeyed, sitting on the shiny black hood facing the glittering city lights below. he stepped back, eyes raking over you.

“spread your legs.”

“wha—”

“don’t make me repeat myself.”

you hesitated, face burning with shyness, but his stare didn’t waver.

“do it,” he said firmly. “let me see how wet you are for me.”

slowly you parted your thighs, the skirt riding up around your hips. the cool night air hit your soaked pussy and you shivered.

“touch yourself. slow.”

your face burned hotter but you reached down, timidly rubbing circles over your clit. a soft moan escaped you. the thrill of being so exposed made your stomach twist. he watched hungrily, pulling his cock out again and stroking himself lazily.

“hmm, look at you.” his voice was thick. “obeying every word i say, yet you still think you’re in control.” he laughed softly, interrupted by a low moan as he swiped his thumb over the leaking tip.

you rolled your eyes, trying to sound steady. “i am in control.”

he stepped closer. “don’t test me, baby.” his hand landed on your knee, fingers trailing slowly down your inner thigh. your own fingers kept moving on your clit as you shivered. “i know how bad you want this cock. keep this up and you won’t get any of it.”

you choked on a whine. he leaned in until his face was inches from yours, one hand braced on the hood beside your hip while the other stroked his cock in time with your movements.

“tell me how much you want it.” his breath ghosted over your skin. his eyes dropped to watch your fingers. “show me.”

you moaned, eyes fluttering as your hand moved faster, the pressure building in your belly.

“go ahead, baby. fuck yourself with those fingers.” he groaned. “fuck your little pussy like it’s my cock. i wanna see.” his lips pressed a wet kiss to your jaw, pulling another moan from you.

you dipped your fingers inside, clenching around them. it wasn’t enough—you needed more—but you pumped them steadily anyway. his mouth moved to your neck, sucking and biting. he pulled back to watch your fingers disappear between your folds, letting out a deep groan.

“fuck… is that how you want me to fuck you, baby?” his strokes sped up, precum dripping heavily.

“yes…” you whispered.

“what was that?” he teased. “speak up.”

“fuck me… please.” it came out as a needy whine.

“how much do you want it?” he pressed, rubbing the head of his cock against your inner thigh.

“i want it so bad.” you tried pushing your fingers deeper, but they weren’t enough.

“beg, baby.” his voice was dark and patient as he slid his cock over your clit. “beg for my cock. beg to be fucked like the slut you are.”

“please!” you cried, desperation taking over. “i need you to fuck me. i need it so bad.”

he smirked, clearly enjoying how broken you sounded. “c’mon baby, you can do better than that.”

he kept teasing, sliding through your folds and pressing against your clit but never giving you what you needed. tears of frustration pricked at your eyes.

“i’m begging you!” you grabbed his shirt, fingers undoing a few buttons. “please— please taehyung! i’m begging you, please fuck me.” your hand was getting tired, movements turning sloppy.

suddenly he pulled your hand away and replaced it with the head of his cock, pressing against your entrance.

“so you admit you want this, baby?” he pushed just the tip in, making your hips twitch desperately. “you admit you can’t get enough?”

“yes!” you whined. “yes i admit it. please just give it to me.”

he chuckled. “that’s a good girl.”

with one hard thrust he buried himself deep inside you. you cried out as he started fucking you roughly right away, the car rocking beneath you. he pushed your top down, freeing your breasts, and sucked one into his mouth, tongue flicking over your nipple while he pounded into you.

he pulled back to look at you, eyes dark. “feels so fucking good. tight little pussy taking me so well.” his hand wrapped around your throat, pressing just enough to make your eyes roll back. your walls clenched hard around him as your orgasm built fast.

then he slowed down, pulling out almost completely and denying you.

“taehyung— please— i need to cum—”

“not yet,” he growled, thrusting back in hard before pulling out again. “i wanna hear you say how much you love this cock.”

you whined, hips chasing him desperately as he edged you over and over until tears spilled down your cheeks and your thighs shook. “please— i can’t— i need it— please taehyung— i love your cock so much, i’m such a slut for it.”

he slammed back in deep and hard, groaning at your words. his hips moved frantically, hitting that perfect spot inside you. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper.

“love this, huh?” he moaned against your neck.

“love— this— love— you.” the words slipped out in your haze, too fucked out to filter them. taehyung heard every syllable.

his thumb found your clit again as he fucked you harder. your orgasm crashed over you suddenly, walls pulsing around him as you cried out.

he pulled out and dropped to his knees, spreading you open and burying his face between your thighs. his tongue licked broad and filthy over your pussy before sucking hard on your clit, drinking in every drop. you squirmed from the overstimulation, fingers tugging at his hair.

when he finally stood, his mouth was shiny. he wiped it with the back of his hand and smirked, then rubbed his cock against your sensitive entrance again.

“where do you want me to cum?” he asked, voice low and rough. “tell me.”

still breathless, you whispered, “inside.”

“louder.”

“inside me,” you repeated. “please— fill me up again.”

he groaned. “fuck. you’re such a fucking slut.”

he pushed back inside and fucked you hard, chasing his own release. when he came he buried himself deep, groaning as he filled you with hot pulses. you felt every throb.

he stayed inside you for a moment, breathing heavily, then slowly pulled out. he watched his cum drip from you before pushing two fingers back inside, gathering the messy mix.

“open,” he said.

you parted your lips and he fed you his fingers. you licked them clean, tasting both of you, while he watched with dark satisfaction.

“good girl,” he murmured.

he helped you down from the hood and gently fixed your skirt and top, his touch surprisingly soft.

the drive back started quiet. you were still floating, thighs sticky with the evidence of what you’d done.

“i heard you say it.” his voice was calm, eyes on the road.

“say what?” you turned to look at him.

“you love me.” your cheeks burned instantly. you had a vague memory of the words slipping out in the heat of the moment, but your mind tried to shove it away.

“i didn’t say that,” you replied, your voice shakier than you wanted.

he chuckled, amused, glancing away for a second before focusing back on the road. “stop lying. we both know what you said.” he paused. “and i told you that you would.”

you clenched your fists in your lap, rolling your eyes as you stared out the window. “you’re so irritating,” you muttered.

“and you love me.” he laughed, louder this time but still warm.

you turned and slapped his upper arm. “shut up! i don’t.”

one of his hands left the wheel to grab your wrist, holding it firmly. “behave. i’m driving.” he let go slowly and you frowned, deciding it was smarter to stay quiet.

you checked the time on the dashboard and your stomach dropped. it was already past midnight.

“my mom’s going to kill me,” you muttered. “she told me not to be late.”

taehyung glanced at you, clearly entertained. “you’re really worried about that?”

“yes,” you said, a little defensive. “she’s going to be upset.”

he shook his head lightly. “how old are you?”

“ugh, i live with my mother and i actually respect what she says—unlike you, apparently.” he stayed silent after that, jaw tightening just enough for you to notice, fingers gripping the wheel harder.

suddenly his phone rang. the screen lit up on the dashboard—a girl’s name you didn’t recognize. he glanced at it once and quickly declined the call, flipping the phone face down.

you stared at it, an uneasy twist forming in your chest.

“who was that?” you asked, trying to sound casual.

“no one important,” he said.

“didn’t look like no one.”

he sighed, but a small smile played on his lips. “jealous?”

“no,” you answered too fast.

he chuckled. “relax. i turned it off for a reason.”

you crossed your arms, annoyed but trying not to show how much it bothered you. “you could’ve just answered if it was nothing.”

“and ruin the night?” he glanced over at you. “you’re cute when you’re a little jealous, you know.”

you rolled your eyes but didn’t argue. the rest of the drive stayed quieter, his hand resting possessively on your thigh the whole time.

when he finally pulled up in front of your building it was well past midnight. you hesitated before getting out.

“i’m gonna be away for a few days. i’ll text you when i get back,” he said.

your stomach sank. “why?— i mean… what about school?”

he shrugged. “it’s fine. my mom already talked to the principal.” he looked a little uncomfortable when he noticed you waiting for more. “just some family stuff we need to handle. i’ll be back next weekend.”

you nodded silently. you hated admitting it, but the idea of not seeing him for a whole week already felt unbearable.

“what? can’t go a few days without my cock, baby?” he teased with a chuckle.

you rolled your eyes and slipped out of the car. “i can and i will.” the words slipped out before you could stop them. “who said you’re the only cock i have?”

his amusement vanished instantly, eyes darkening. you closed the door before he could respond and walked toward the building.

the house was quiet when you stepped inside. your mom was asleep on the couch, the tv still murmuring low. relief washed over you. you grabbed the throw blanket from the armchair, gently covering her, and leaned down to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

“sorry,” you whispered.

you went to your room, closed the door, and the weight of everything finally hit you. you stripped out of your clothes slowly, the fabric still carrying hints of his cologne and the smell of sex. you could still feel him on your skin.

pulling on your soft pajamas, you flopped onto your bed and stared at the ceiling. your phone buzzed.

taehyung: don’t ever say that shit again.

another message came right after.

it had been two whole days. two whole days since that last incident at taehyung’s house.

you still saw him everytime you closed your eyes. you still felt him — his face frowning, his lips attached to your neck, his moans sweet in your ears, his hands gripping at your waist, his cock pulsing inside you.

you shook your head. stop.

“you’re doing it again.” your friend said, tilting her head to look at you.

“what?” you asked confused.

“that look, like you’re not here.”

you weren’t.

“you’ve been doing it since you skipped class the other day.”

you held tight to the strap of your bag. “it’s nothing. i just haven’t been sleeping that well.” you lied, which seemed to be enough for her to let the subject go.

you both walked through the gates of hell — better known as haneul academy — making your way toward the huge white building. without thinking, your eyes scanned the courtyard, searching for him before you could stop yourself. for two entire days you had done everything possible to avoid him: changing routes between classes, leaving lectures early, skipping the ones you knew he attended, and turning corners the second you caught sight of him. you couldn’t risk being near him again. you knew yourself too well — you knew exactly what would happen if you were.

“he’s so hot.” your friend interrupted your thoughts.

you turned your head to look at her, then followed the direction of her gaze.

fuck.

a few yards away stood the usual group. jimin was laughing at something one of the guys had said, while jungkook lazily sucked on his cigarette, clearly amused as he watched two others argue. none of them were paying attention — except one. one single dark haired guy in the middle of all that chaos. kim taehyung.

your stomach immediately tightened. he stood slightly apart from the group, leaning against a concrete pillar, arms crossed over his chest. not talking, not laughing, just watching… you.

“should i go ask him for a cigarette?” you looked away first, and back at your friend.

you frowned. “you don’t even smoke.”

she looked at jungkook with awe, completely ignoring your words. you risked a quick glance back at taehyung — just long enough to see he was still staring right at you.

“let’s go.” you hurried, grabbing her arm and stepping away from the courtyard. you could still feel his eyes on your back as you walked away.

—

the lecture felt endless. not because the material was difficult, but because your concentration had abandoned you somewhere around the second slide and never returned. every time the professor called on someone, every time a chair scraped across the floor, every time a phone vibrated somewhere in the room, your attention snapped towards the sound before drifting right back to the same place it had been for the last two days. the laundry room.

by the time you finally raised your hand and asked to leave for the restroom, you felt like you were suffocating.

you stepped into the empty hallway, quiet and peaceful. you let a sigh leave your lips, your eyes flickering before making your way to the ladies’ restroom.

you placed your hands beneath the running water and stared at your reflection in the mirror, letting the cold water run over your fingers as you tried to gather your thoughts.

it lasted less than thirty seconds.

the door opened behind you, something tightening in your stomach before you even looked up. instinct. you met the reflection in the mirror and there he was, standing just inside the doorway. your breath stalled and for a second neither of you moved. then the door clicked shut behind him.

quickly you turned around. “what are you doing here?” you shot at him.

his expression didn’t change, steady and calm, but his eyes had something dark in them. he stayed silent for a moment.

“you’ve been avoiding me.” a murmur.

you blinked. “i haven’t.”

“you’ve switched hallways four times.”

you swallowed dry.

“you left campus through the east gate yesterday even though you live in the opposite direction.”

“how do you even know where i li—“

“you skipped professor han’s lecture.” he paused. “and you left the library twenty minutes after i walked in.” he tilted his head, examining your face.

none of those things should have been information he had.

“have you been following me?” you asked, slightly speechless.

his eyes narrowed slightly. “no.”

you laughed once, a humorless sound. “right.”

“you think i need to follow you?” the arrogance in his voice should have annoyed you, instead it made you nervous.

“then how do you know where i am all the time?”

for the first time, he hesitated, briefly, then he looked away, sighing while running his fingers through his hair.

“i have my ways.” he blinked back at you again.

“you’re a stalker,” you whispered. “i’m leaving.”

you walked straight toward him, trying to slip past and reach the door, but he was faster. his hand shot out, wrapping tightly around your arm and pinning you against the wall. his other hand slammed beside your face with a sharp thud that made you flinch.

“where are you going?” his eyes burned into yours.

“to class. to a place where you’re not." you spat back, trying to maintain a defiance you didn’t feel.

“stop running away.” he gritted his teeth, anger flashing in his eyes. he leaned down, lips hovering just above your ear. you shivered, heat rushing down your spine. “i know you want this,” he whispered, voice low and dangerous. “stop pretending like you don’t.”

“tae—“ you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as his lips brushed against your neck. “what happened shouldn’t have happened.” you forced your eyes open, his face inches from yours. the grip on your arm softened, but his gaze remained locked on you.

“why not?” he breathed, his eyes tracing the line of your jaw, then up to your lips, before returning to your eyes. “didn’t like it?” he licked his lips, a slow, deliberate action that made your stomach clench. “you’re gonna act like you haven’t been thinking about it?” his lips brushed against the skin of your neck, just enough to give you goosebumps. “every minute…” they placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss that elicited a whimper from your throat “…of every day.” you clenched your fists, fighting the desperate urge to reach for him. “bet you’re so fucking wet right now.” he trailed off, his tongue tracing a path from the bottom to the top of your neck, sending tremors through your body. you felt the undeniable heat pooling between your legs, your panties clinging uncomfortably to your skin.

suddenly, his hand moved from your arm to the front pocket of his own slacks. he reached inside, and your breath caught in your throat as he slowly pulled out a small, crumpled piece of fabric. it was your underwear, the lace trim familiar and damning. your face flushed red.

“remember these?” he asked, his voice laced with a wicked amusement. he held them up, the fabric a stark contrast against his skin. “left them at my place the other day. i’ve been keeping them safe.” he brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply, his eyes closing for a moment as he savored the scent. “been… using them,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a husky murmur, making you shudder. “every time i think about you.” he looked back at you, his pupils dilated, a primal hunger burning in their depths. he brought the underwear to his lips and pressed a kiss against the fabric, his gaze never leaving yours. “and you,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire, “you still smell so fucking good.” he didn’t need to touch you. the mere sight of him holding your intimate garment, the raw confession of his prolonged torment, was enough to make you squirm, your body betraying you with every throb of pleasure.

his eyes darkened even further, a wicked smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he watched you squirm against the wall, your heart hammering so hard you could barely breathe.

“i can smell you from right here, baby,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “that sweet little cunt is dripping for me already, isn’t it?” he leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear. “i’ve waited two fucking days to taste you. i’m not waiting anymore.”

your stomach flipped violently, heat flooding your entire body as your pussy clenched hard around nothing. you were soaked, aching, and the way he looked at you made your legs tremble.

before you could respond, taehyung dropped to his knees in front of you. his large hands slid up your thighs, roughly pushing the pleated uniform skirt up to your waist, bunching the fabric around your hips. the cool air hit your drenched panties and you shivered, embarrassment and arousal mixing dangerously inside you.

he stared at the obvious wet patch darkening the lace, eyes hungry.

“fuck… look at you.” he leaned forward and pressed his mouth right against your covered pussy, kissing the soaked fabric hard. a broken whimper tore from your throat as his hot breath and firm lips teased your throbbing clit through the thin material. your knees nearly gave out.

“i knew it,” he groaned against you, the vibration making your clit pulse desperately. “i knew you were this fucking wet.” he dragged his tongue slowly up the length of your slit over the panties, tasting your arousal through the lace. “soaking right through them for me.”

your head fell back against the wall, breath coming in short, shaky gasps. every slow lick made you throb harder, made more slick leak out of you. you were losing your mind, hips twitching forward involuntarily, desperate for more.

he played with you like that for torturous minutes — sucking on the fabric, licking long, firm stripes over your swollen clit, pressing the flat of his tongue hard against you while his hands gripped your thighs, keeping you spread open for him. every time you tried to roll your hips for more friction, he pulled back just enough to keep you on edge, teasing you mercilessly until you were whimpering pathetically.

“ta-taehyung… please—” you gasped, fingers threading tightly into his dark hair, tugging desperately.

he finally hooked two fingers into the crotch of your ruined panties and yanked them roughly to the side, exposing your glistening, swollen pussy completely.

“such a pretty fucking pussy,” he growled, before diving in.

taehyung buried his face between your thighs with zero hesitation. his thick, hot tongue dragged flat from your dripping hole all the way up to your throbbing clit, lapping up every drop of your slick like a man starved. he moaned loudly into your cunt, the deep sound vibrating through your core and making your eyes roll back.

your mind went blank. the pleasure was overwhelming, almost too much. your thighs shook as he sucked your clit into his hot mouth, tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive bundle of nerves while two long fingers pushed inside you without warning, curling instantly against that spot that made stars explode behind your eyelids. you cried out, gripping his hair tighter, barely able to stay standing as he fucked you with his fingers and devoured your pussy at the same time.

he ate you like he was addicted — messy, loud, and completely shameless. wet, obscene slurping and sucking sounds filled the restroom as he licked and sucked, his nose pressed against your mound while his tongue worked relentlessly over your swollen clit. he pulled back for just a second, strings of your arousal connecting his shiny lips to your cunt, before spitting on your clit and diving back in even harder.

“god, you taste so fucking good,” he groaned against your folds, voice muffled and filthy. “better than i imagined. i could eat this pussy for hours.” his fingers pumped faster, curling and scissoring inside your tight, dripping heat while his lips wrapped around your clit again, sucking hard.

you were a complete mess — moaning brokenly, hips grinding against his face, thighs trembling violently around his head. the coil in your stomach wound tighter and tighter with every filthy stroke of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers. you could feel yourself dripping down his chin, could hear how wet you were with every loud slurp, and the sheer intensity of it all had you right on the edge, seconds away from falling apart.

your orgasm hit you like a freight train. your whole body seized up, thighs clamping around his head as you came hard on his tongue, waves of blinding pleasure crashing through you. a strangled cry escaped your lips before you could stop it, your pussy pulsing and gushing around his fingers while he kept licking and sucking, dragging out every last second of your release until you were shaking and whimpering.

the bell rang loudly through the hallway, sharp and sudden.

your eyes flew open in panic. “shit— taehyung—” you gasped, still trembling from your orgasm, legs weak.

but he was already moving. he stood up fast, wiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark with hunger. before you could protest, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you into the nearest stall, slamming the door shut and locking it just as voices started echoing down the hallway.

he pinned you against the cold tiled wall instantly, one hand clamping tightly over your mouth. “shh,” he breathed against your ear, already yanking your panties down your thighs. “you’re gonna take my cock like a good girl and stay quiet.”

you barely had time to process before he freed his hard, throbbing cock and pushed inside you in one deep thrust, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. he gripped your thigh firmly, holding you up against the wall as he sank even deeper. your eyes rolled back, a muffled moan vibrating against his palm as he stretched you open. he was so thick, so deep, and you were still fluttering from your orgasm, making everything feel impossibly intense.

“fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned quietly, starting to fuck you hard. his hips snapped against yours with deep, punishing strokes, the wet sound of your pussy taking his cock echoing obscenely in the small stall.

students started pouring into the restroom. chatter, laughter, running water — all of it just inches away from where taehyung was fucking you senseless against the wall.

you struggled, biting down hard on your lip, trying desperately not to moan. but every brutal thrust made it harder. a broken whimper slipped out against his hand. then another.

taehyung smirked, clearly amused. “can’t control yourself on my cock, huh?” he whispered, voice low and teasing as he pounded into you even harder, grinding deep. “so fucking pathetic… moaning while everyone’s right there.”

your eyes watered from the effort of staying quiet. every time his cock dragged against that perfect spot inside you, another muffled whimper or moan escaped. he loved it — you could tell by the way his cock twitched inside you and the dark chuckle against your ear.

he fucked you relentlessly, hips snapping fast and deep, one hand still covering your mouth while the other gripped your thigh, holding you open for him. the risk, the voices outside, the way he was ruining you — it was all too much.

your second orgasm crashed into you without warning. your pussy clenched hard around his cock, spasming and milking him as pleasure ripped through your body. you cried out against his palm, the sound barely contained.

“fuck— that’s it,” taehyung groaned, voice strained. a few more brutal thrusts and he buried himself deep, cumming hard inside you with a low, shaky moan. you felt every pulse, every hot spurt filling you up as he rode out his release, hips jerking against yours.

you both stayed pressed together, breathing heavily. the loud bell rang again. slowly, the voices outside started to fade as students left the restroom. taehyung finally pulled his hand from your mouth, but he didn’t pull out. instead, he stayed buried inside you, softening slightly while keeping his cum plugged deep in your cunt.

“taehyung… we have to go,” you whispered shakily, cheeks burning with humiliation and leftover pleasure.

he smirked, pressing a lazy kiss to your neck. “not yet.” he slowly pulled out, but before you could even think about reaching for your panties, he pushed two fingers back into your sensitive hole, scooping his cum deeper inside you. “you’re gonna keep every drop of my cum inside this pretty pussy, understand?”

your eyes widened. “what? no— i can’t—”

“you can and you will,” he said firmly, voice low and commanding as he pulled your panties back up, pressing the fabric tight against your leaking cunt. “no cleaning up, no fixing yourself. i want you walking around this school with my cum dripping into your panties, feeling me with every step. so maybe that way you won’t think about running from me again.” he leaned closer, lips brushing your ear. “and if you’re good… maybe i’ll fuck you again after classes.”

your face burned with embarrassment, but a fresh wave of arousal twisted in your stomach. you could already feel his warm cum slowly leaking out of you, soaking into the lace as he smoothed your skirt back down.

he unlocked the stall door, checking quickly before pulling you out with him. the hallway was starting to empty again. you walked beside him on shaky legs, hyper-aware of the slick, messy feeling between your thighs with every single step. your cheeks were flushed, heart racing, terrified someone would notice the way you were walking or the faint wet sound you swore you could hear.

taehyung glanced at you with dark satisfaction, a smug little smirk on his lips as he watched you try to act normal.

“good girl,” he murmured under his breath. “now go to class… and don’t you dare let it drip down your legs.”

—

the rest of the day passed in a hazy blur. every step you took made you painfully aware of the mess between your thighs — taehyung’s cum slowly leaking out of you, soaking into your ruined panties with every movement. you kept your thighs pressed together as you sat through lectures, face burning whenever you felt another warm trickle slip out. you didn’t dare go to the bathroom to clean up. his words kept echoing in your head: keep every drop inside you.

when the final bell rang, you found yourself taking the long way through the courtyard and lingering near the gates longer than necessary, eyes subtly scanning the usual spots. but he wasn’t there. not leaning against his usual pillar, not surrounded by the others. the disappointment that settled in your chest annoyed you more than you wanted to admit.

you walked home on unsteady legs, hyper-aware of the mess still trapped against your skin.

the second you stepped into your room and closed the door behind you, your phone buzzed on the desk. an unknown number.

unknown: sorry i disappeared, something came up. been thinking about you the whole fucking day tho

you stared at the screen, heart racing. how the hell did he get your number?

another message followed immediately.

unknown: be a good girl and send me a picture of your panties. show me how soaked they are with my cum. i want to see what a mess i left inside that pretty pussy.

you bit your lip, thighs clenching at his words. even when he wasn’t there, he still had you completely under his control.

your hands trembled slightly as you slipped your skirt up and took the photo, the white lace ruined and soaked with his cum. you sent it before you could overthink it.

his reply came faster than you expected.

unknown: fuck… look at that. such a messy little thing for me. that’s a good girl.

you bit your lip, pulse racing as another text appeared right after.

unknown: be ready for me tomorrow. i’m nowhere near done with you yet.

you let out a shaky breath, thighs pressing together as heat flooded your body all over again.

the first thing everyone noticed about kim taehyung was his smile. not because it was kind or genuine. because it was the kind of smile that came from never having to worry about a day in his life.

at least, that’s what you thought.

at haneul academy, where designer uniforms somehow existed and students arrived in cars worth more than the average person’s yearly salary, taehyung fit in perfectly. he belonged there. his friends belonged there. they moved through the hallways like they owned them, laughing too loudly, acting as if the world had been built specifically for their convenience.

and maybe it had.

you watched from your seat near the window as taehyung walked across the courtyard, surrounded by the usual crowd. girls smiled at him. teachers excused him. students followed him.

you rolled your eyes and returned to your notebook.

“you’re staring again.”

“i’m not staring,” you muttered.

your friend snorted. “right. you only look at him like you’d happily shove him down a flight of stairs.”

that wasn’t entirely wrong.

the truth was, you didn’t know kim taehyung personally, but you knew enough. you knew his family owned half the city, you knew he lived in a mansion so large it had more bathrooms than your apartment building had tenants, and you knew your mother spent six days a week cleaning that mansion.

that last part was the reason you disliked him and the kim’s the most.

every evening your mother came home exhausted. her hands were rough from cleaning products, her feet swollen from standing all day. yet whenever you asked about her employers, she’d simply smile and say everything was fine.

you never believed her.

there were too many moments that didn’t add up. too many stories she stopped halfway through. too many times you’d caught the tired look in her eyes before she forced another smile.

something about that house never sat right with you. and if there was one thing you were certain of, it was that people as rich as the kims rarely noticed the people cleaning up after them.

you had no idea that in less than twenty-four hours, you’d be standing inside their mansion yourself.

—

every weekday, without fail, your mom was out the door before you even finished getting ready for school. that’s why you knew something was wrong the moment she didn’t leave for work that morning.

that morning, the apartment was quiet. too quiet.

“mom?”

you found her curled up on the couch beneath a blanket, her face noticeably paler than usual. she looked up when she heard you.

“you’re still here?”

you frowned.

“you’re one to talk.”

even from where you were standing, you could tell she wasn’t well. there was a sheen of sweat on her forehead despite the cool air coming through the open window. her eyes looked heavy and exhausted. the kind of exhausted that sleep couldn’t fix.

“mom…”

“i’m fine.”

the lie came automatically. it always did.

you walked over and pressed the back of your hand against her forehead. your eyes widened instantly.

“you’re burning up.”

she sighed. “it’s just a fever.”

“just a fever?” you repeated. “you can barely keep your eyes open.”

for a moment, neither of you spoke. then her expression shifted. hesitation, something you rarely saw from her.

“i already called the kim residence.”

your stomach sank. of course she had.

“mom—”

“they’re expecting someone to come in today.”

you stared at her. your mother was sick enough to barely sit upright, and they were worried about who was going to dust their shelves and polish their marble floors?

surely she wasn’t suggesting—

“absolutely not.”

“y/n.”

“no.”

“y/n.”

you groaned and dropped your head into your hands. she laughed weakly before immediately regretting it, wincing as another wave of exhaustion hit her. that alone was enough to make your guilt flare. because if your mother was asking for help, she had to be feeling terrible.

“please,” she said softly. “just for today.”

you looked at her for a long moment and then sighed.

“fine.”

her shoulders visibly relaxed while yours did the exact opposite.

—

two hours later, you found yourself standing in front of the largest house you’d ever seen. technically, you’d seen it before. everyone in seoul knew the kim residence. it was the kind of place people pointed at from behind car windows or appeared in magazine articles about wealth and success. the kind of place where people like you didn’t belong. you tightened your grip on the strap of your bag and stared up at the iron gates.

this was ridiculous. you should have been at home. instead, you were standing outside kim taehyung’s mansion. the gates opened after a brief exchange through the intercom and by the time you reached the front door, your stomach was already in knots.

a woman answered almost immediately, elegant, perfectly dressed, perfectly composed. she looked exactly how you’d imagined kim taehyung’s mother would.

her eyes swept over you just enough to make you feel like you were being assessed and judged.

“you’re her daughter.” it wasn’t a question.

you nodded. “yes, ma’am.”

“i expected your mother.”

heat crept up your neck. “she’s sick,” you said, trying not to sound defensive. “she has a high fever.”

for a moment, mrs. kim simply looked at you and then she sighed, not dramatically, just enough for you to notice.

“i see.”

silence stretched between both of you and you waited for instructions but none came, instead, she stepped aside.

“well. come in.”

you followed her into the house. the entrance alone was larger than your apartment. marble floors, crystal chandeliers, floor-to-ceiling windows, everything gleamed and looked expensive, but also everything felt cold.

mrs. kim continued walking without checking whether you were following.

you hurried after her. “what exactly would you like me to do?” you asked.

she glanced at you. “the usual.”

you blinked. the usual? that was incredibly helpful.

“my mother normally handles different areas of the house.”

“then i’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

you bit the inside of my cheek, hard, because you had a feeling that if you opened your mouth, you wouldn’t like what might come out.

you stopped outside a room near the back of the house.

“there are spare uniforms in the laundry room.”

of course there were uniforms.

“change into one before you start.”

before you could respond, she was already walking away.

“wait—”

she paused, barely.

“yes?”

you swallowed your frustration.

“where should i begin?”

mrs. kim looked at you as if the answer should have been obvious.

“wherever needs cleaning.”

and with that, she disappeared around the corner.

you stared after her for several seconds, then let out a long breath. unbelievable.

a rack of neatly pressed uniforms stood against one wall and you immediately regretted looking at them.

“you’ve got to be kidding me.”

the dress was black with a white apron sewn into the front, long sleeves, a high collar, hemline just below the knees. it looked less like a cleaning uniform and more like something from a low-budget period drama, or worse, some rich person’s idea of what a housekeeper was supposed to look like. suddenly, your mother’s complaints about uncomfortable work clothes made a lot more sense.

you held the dress up in front of you. it was ridiculous and humiliating, but somehow exactly what you’d expect, because apparently cleaning an already spotless mansion wasn’t enough, you also had to look the part.

—

by the time you made it to the second floor, you were exhausted. the house was enormous, unnecessarily enormous. you spent the last few hours moving from room to room, dusting surfaces that were already spotless, wiping counters that barely had a fingerprint on them, and vacuuming carpets that looked as though nobody had ever stepped foot on them. at some point, you had stopped wondering why a family of three needed this much space.

you had also stopped expecting any further instructions. mrs. kim hadn’t reappeared once. not that you were complaining, the less you saw of her, the better.

you pushed open another door. immediately, you knew whose room it was. the expensive sneakers, the designer jackets tossed carelessly over a chair, the framed photos. the unmistakable sense that whoever lived here had never once worried about the price of anything.

kim taehyung’s bedroom. of course.

you rolled your eyes, then got to work. the sooner you finished, the sooner you could leave. most of the room was easy enough. dust, vacuum, wipe down surfaces, repeat.

you were cleaning the desk when you noticed one of the drawers hadn’t closed properly. you pulled it open, mostly out of habit and inside were a few notebooks, loose papers, and various things that looked unimportant. the moment you touched the pile, something slipped loose. a small black notebook fell from the back of the drawer and landed at your feet. you stared at it for a second. the cover was plain and unmarked. for a moment, you considered putting it straight back, but instead, curiosity got the better of you.

just for a second, you opened it and froze. the pages were filled with sketches, dozens of them. some rough, some unfinished. others so detailed they looked almost alive. your eyebrows slowly lifted.

well… that was unexpected.

you turned another page, then another, and another. you weren’t even sure why i kept looking, but maybe because none of this matched the image you’d built of kim taehyung, the arrogant rich boy, the spoiled heir, the guy who walked through school like the world belonged to him. this felt… different. human. another page, then another, and suddenly your breath caught. you knew that face. you stared, blinked and looked again. there was no mistaking it. the sketch wasn’t finished, just pencil lines and soft shading, but you could see it, sitting by the classroom window, one elbow resting against the desk, looking at something beyond the frame. your stomach twisted.

is that… me?

before you could make sense of it, laughter echoed from somewhere down the hallway. your head snapped up. voices. male voices. getting closer. much closer. your heart sank.

oh no.

you immediately shut the notebook as the voices were right outside now.

“i’m telling you, you cheated.”

“i literally didn’t.”

“you did.”

“why would i do that?”

“because you always cheat.”

the bedroom door swung open, and there he was.

kim taehyung.

followed by jeon jungkook and park jimin, the unofficial kings of haneul academy. or at least that’s what half the student body seemed to think. the argument died instantly and all three of them froze, because standing in the middle of taehyung’s bedroom was the last person any of them expected to see.

you.

and unfortunately, you were still holding the notebook. for a moment, nobody spoke.

jungkook frowned. “don’t we know her from somewhere?”

jimin snapped his fingers. “she goes to our school! i think…”

“does she?”

“pretty sure.”

you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. same school, same hallways, same classes sometimes, and somehow you were still invisible.

your gaze shifted to taehyung. unlike his friends, he wasn’t squinting at you like he was trying to solve a puzzle. he recognized you, you could tell, the brief flicker of recognition in his eyes gave him away. but that wasn’t the only thing you saw. for the first time since he’d walked in, his attention dropped to the notebook in your hands.

his notebook.

the notebook you definitely weren’t supposed to see. something flashed across his face—surprise, then something dangerously close to panic, gone so quickly you almost missed it. a second later, his expression smoothed over, carefully blank and controlled, as if he’d never seen you before in his life. and for some reason, that annoyed you more than if he’d forgotten you entirely.

for a few seconds, nobody moved, nobody spoke. you became painfully aware of the notebook still clutched in your hands.

right… that.

before anyone could say anything, you crossed the room and held it out.

“this fell out of your desk.”

smooth. very smooth.

taehyung’s eyes dropped to the notebook. “thanks.”

his fingers brushed yours as he took it. you immediately let go.

jungkook’s eyes moved between you.

“what is it?”

“nothing.” the answer came a little too quickly.

jimin noticed too, his eyebrows lifted slightly. taehyung casually tossed the notebook onto his desk.

“just a notebook.”

the look jimin gave him suggested he wasn’t entirely convinced, and neither was i. but before either of them could push further, their attention shifted elsewhere.

you.

and the humiliating uniform you were wearing.

jungkook looked you up and down, once, then twice, then smirked.

uh oh.

“wait.”

you already hated where this was going.

“are you actually cleaning?”

silence.

jimin blinked, then looked around the room, then back at you and burst out laughing.

“no way!”

heat rushed to your face.

“seriously?” he asked. “you?”

you gripped the cleaning cloth a little tighter. “what’s so funny?”

jimin exchanged a look with jungkook.

“nothing.” which, of course, meant the exact opposite.

“it’s just…” jungkook said, trying—and failing—to hide his amusement. “i didn’t know people our age actually did this.”

your jaw clenched, hard. there it was, that effortless superiority, the kind that came from never having to worry about money a day in their lives.

“well, now you know.”

“damn,” jimin said. “haneul’s expensive, huh?”

jungkook laughed. “apparently.”

every muscle in your body tensed. you were already embarrassed, already standing in the middle of taehyung’s bedroom dressed like some ridiculous caricature of a housekeeper. the last thing you needed was to become the punchline of their conversation. before you could say something you might regret, another voice cut through the room.

“that’s enough.”

the laughter stopped instantly, because the voice hadn’t come from you, it had come from taehyung. for a moment, nobody spoke.

jimin frowned. “what?”

taehyung didn’t look at him. his gaze remained fixed on you, or rather the cloth you were holding tightly in your hands.

“i said that’s enough.” his tone was calm.

jungkook exchanged a glance with jimin. confusion flickered across both their faces. clearly, this wasn’t the reaction they’d expected. honestly? it wasn’t the reaction you’d expected either.

jimin let out a short laugh. “we’re joking.”

“then find a better joke.” the room went quiet.

everyone was trying to figure out the same thing — why was kim taehyung suddenly acting like this?

finally, he looked at you, actually looked at you for the first time since he’d walked through the door.

“where’s your mom?”

the question caught you off guard.

“what?”

“your mom.” his brow furrowed slightly. “she’s usually the one who comes.”

for some reason, hearing him say that made your stomach twist. he knew, not just that she worked here, but who she was. he’d noticed.

“she’s sick,” you said. “high fever.”

something shifted in his expression. small, almost impossible to spot, but it was there.

“then why are you here?”

the question came out sharper than i’d expected, almost annoyed, as if he didn’t understand why anyone would let that happen.

you laughed, a short, humourless sound. “because someone still had to do the job.”

the moment the words left your mouth, you regretted them. they sounded more bitter than intended, but judging by the brief look on taehyung’s face, he’d heard exactly what you meant, and so had jungkook and jimin. suddenly, you wanted out, desperately.

“anyway,” you said quickly, stepping toward the door, “i should go.”

nobody stopped you, but as you walked past taehyung, you could feel his eyes following you.

a shiver ran down your spine, and suddenly, getting out of that room felt like the most important thing in the world.

—

the laundry room was quieter than the rest of the house, cooler too. you pulled the door shut behind you and let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. finally, alone.

your hands were still slightly shaking as you changed out of the ridiculous uniform, folding it with more force than necessary. this was supposed to be simple. clean the house, leave, forget the day ever happened. except nothing about today had been simple.

you exhaled sharply and reached for your bag.

“you don’t need to run away.”

your entire body froze. slowly, you turned around.

he was leaning against the doorway, like he belonged there, like he had every right to just walk in without knocking. which, apparently, he did.

taehyung’s eyes flicked over you once, quick, measured, then back to your face.

“i noticed you weren’t at haneul today.”

you blinked. “…what?”

his brow furrowed slightly, like the question was obvious. “you weren’t in class.”

you scoffed. “you notice that?”

that made something shift in his expression. not irritation but something more restrained.

“i notice things.”

“clearly,” you muttered, turning back to your bag.

silence stretched between you, uncomfortable and tight.

“you went through my things.”

your head snapped up. there it was, the tone had changed, colder and sharper now.

“excuse me?”

taehyung pushed off the doorframe and stepped inside. the door clicked shut behind him. your stomach tightened immediately.

“the notebook,” he said simply.

oh… that.

you straightened slowly. “it fell out.”

“you opened it.”

not a question, a fact.

“i didn’t—”

he raised an eyebrow and you stopped talking, because lying was pointless.

“…it was on the floor.”

“and that means you open it?”

his voice wasn’t loud and it didn’t need to be. it filled the space anyway. you crossed your arms. bad idea. because suddenly you were way too aware of how small the room was and how close he was standing now.

“it was in your drawer,” you said. “half-open. what was i supposed to do? ignore it?”

“yes.”

“seriously?”

taehyung tilted his head slightly, studying you like you were the problem he couldn’t quite solve.

“you should’ve left it.”

“right,” you let out a short laugh. “because that’s what people do when something literally falls in front of them.”

his gaze dropped for half a second, to your hands, then back to your face.

“you saw it.” the way he said it made your chest tighten.

not a question this time either. you didn’t answer, which was answer enough. something flickered in his eyes, annoyance, maybe even frustration.

“you weren’t supposed to see that.”

“so it is something.”

silence again, thicker now.

taehyung took another step forward, you didn’t move back. you should have, you definitely should have.

“you don’t understand what you saw,” he said quietly.

“then explain it.”

that made him pause, just for a second.

“why would i explain anything to you?”

you scoffed. “because i’m the one you’re hiding it from?” that landed, you could tell.

his jaw tightened slightly. for the first time since he’d walked in, his composure slipped, just a little.

“you don’t get to act like you know me.”

“i don’t want to know you,” you shot back immediately.

it was a lie and you both knew it. the air between you changed again. taehyung’s eyes held yours, longer this time, closer.

“no?” he said softly. “then why are you still thinking about it?”

your breath caught, because you hated that he was right.

“you drew me,” you said, voice sharper now. “don’t pretend i’m the one invading your privacy.”

something passed across his face, something darker.

“you shouldn’t have seen that.”

“you keep saying that,” you snapped. “but you’re not explaining why you did it.”

his eyes stayed on yours, like he was deciding how much truth was too much.

“you want an explanation?” he said finally.

your jaw tightened. “yes.”

then he exhaled through his nose, almost like he was annoyed at himself more than you.

“your mother showed me a photo of you.”

that made you freeze. “…what?”

his gaze didn’t waver.

“months ago, she was at the house and she had a picture on her phone.”

your stomach dropped slightly.

“she mentioned her daughter and showed me your picture like it was nothing.” he paused, just briefly. “i didn’t think much of it at first.”

his eyes flicked over your face again, slower this time. “but then i kept seeing you around campus”

your breath caught, even though you didn’t want it to. “and you decided to draw me?” you said, sharper than intended.

taehyung’s jaw tightened. “it wasn’t a decision.” he took a step closer. “it just… stuck.”

silence. the air in the room felt heavier now.

“that’s your excuse?” you asked quietly. “that you’re a stalker?”

“it’s not an excuse.” his voice dropped slightly. “it’s the reason. and i’m not a stalker.”

his gaze lowered for a second — to your face, then to your mouth, then back up again, like he was catching himself.

“you get stuck in my head,” he said, more bluntly now. your throat went dry. “and i draw things when i can’t stop thinking about them.”

this time, neither of you moved. the distance between you felt smaller than it should have. you should’ve stepped back but you didn’t.

“so that’s it?” you whispered. “you just… what? watched me and decided to draw me?”

taehyung let out a short breath. not quite a laugh, not quite anything light. “you say it like it’s simple.” his eyes held yours again. “it isn’t.” he paused. “i didn’t plan it.”

you forced your voice back into something steady. “and you thought that was normal?”

his gaze flickered, just for a second. “no.” honest, simple, no defence. just truth.

you tightened your grip on your bag and headed for the door.

enough.

whatever this was, you needed distance from it. from him.

your fingers wrapped around the handle. “goodbye, taehyung.”

you pulled the door open and barely made it a step. a hand closed around your wrist and your breath caught. before you could react, you were spun around.

the bag slipped from your shoulder, hitting the floor with a dull thud.

“what are you—” the words never left your mouth.

suddenly taehyung was right there, so close you could feel his breath against your face.

his hand was still wrapped around your wrist, the other came up to your face, his warm fingers brushing your cheek.

everything happened so quickly, you had no time to move, no time to react, no time to step away.

and then he kissed you. forceful, hard, teeth clashing against each other eagerly. your pulse hammered against your ribs and for a second, you forgot how to breathe, forgot where you were, forgot why you’d been trying so hard to leave.

all you could focus on was him.

the hand holding your wrist loosened slightly. not enough to let go, just enough to give you the choice to step back or to walk away.

you didn’t.

in an impulse, your hands reached for the back of his head, fingers running through his hair.

“fuck…” he muttered. “i’ve been waiting months for this.”

you felt that pulse again, but not on your ribs, lower this time.

“what about—“

“jimin? kook?” he chuckled against my lips. “my ps5 will keep them entertained for a while.”

his hands were now wandering through your body. greedy, hungry, grabbing at every little bit of flesh they could grasp, and still, it wasn’t enough.

you realised you still hadn’t stopped kissing. a couple minutes passed, maybe more, you couldn’t tell. you were lost in each other.

one of his hands slipped under your top, up your back.

god, his fingers were so soft.

you weren’t surprised. he hadn’t worked a day in his life.

for a moment you cursed yourself for not being able to stop. for having kissed this person you despised so much.

he replaced your lips for your neck.

“do you want this?” he was breathless. so we’re you.

you nodded.

“speak.” he left your neck. his eyes stared straight into yours.

“i— yes.”

“yes what?”

“taehyung, stop…”

he stepped back.

no!

his hands reached behind him and he leaned back into the counter next to him.

“i’m not gonna keep going unless you speak.”

your jaw was tight with a mix of frustration and something dangerously close to desperation. he was enjoying this, the power, the control. and you hated that a part of you was giving it to him.

you glared at him, your chest heaving. “you think this is a game? you think you can just—”

“i think,” he cut in, his voice dropping to a low murmur that vibrated through the small space, “that i’ve been thinking about this since the first day i saw that damn picture of you.” he pushed off the counter. “and i want to hear you say it. i want you to say it.”

he closed the distance again, but slower this time. deliberate. he didn’t touch you, he just stopped, a breath away, forcing you to be the one to close the gap or to turn and walk away for good.

“i hate you,” you whispered, the words tasting like a lie even as you said them.

you hated his privilege, his effortless life, the way he moved through the world like it was a playground built just for him.

a cocky, slightly mocking smile touched his lips. “i know. but that’s not what i asked.”

you took a ragged breath. “yes,” you said, the word barely audible. “yes, i want this. i want you.”

the smile on his face vanished, replaced by something raw and hungry. that was all the permission he needed.

his hands were on you again, pulling you flush against him. the kiss was different this time, no less forceful, but deeper. it wasn’t a question or a demand; it was an answer. a confirmation.

this was happening.

he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he sat you on the cool edge of the countertop. the laundry room suddenly felt less like a utilitarian space and more like the center of the universe.

your hands fisted in the soft fabric of his expensive shirt, pulling him closer, needing more. he broke the kiss, his lips trailing a fiery path down your neck once more.

“you have no idea,” he breathed against your skin, his hands sliding up your thighs, under your skirt. “no idea how many times i’ve imagined this.”

you wanted to snap back with a sarcastic remark, something to regain the upper hand, but all that came out was a shaky gasp as his fingers brushed against the edge of your underwear. his touch was sure, practiced… infuriatingly so. he wasn't clumsy or hesitant. he knew exactly what he was doing.

your head fell back against the cupboard behind you, a dull thud that you barely felt. the world narrowed to the space between his hands and the heat pooling low in your stomach.

“look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough.

you forced your eyes open, meeting his in the dim light of the laundry room. they were dark, filled with a possessive glint that both terrified and thrilled you.

“i want you to look at me when i make you cum.”

the words were crude, vulgar, they should have made you sick. instead, they sent a jolt straight through you.

his fingers moved with a devastating rhythm over your clothed clit, teasing, circling, never quite giving you what you craved.

it was torture… exquisite, torturous pleasure.

“taehyung…” you moaned, your hips bucking against his hand, seeking more friction, more pressure. anything.

“yes?” he murmured, his thumb pressing down on your clit, making your vision white out for a second. “tell me what you want.”

“you,” you gasped. “i want you, please.”

he finally pushed the fabric aside and a single finger slid inside you. your body arched off the counter, a choked cry escaping your lips. he watched your face, his expression a mixture of triumph and something else. something almost like awe.

“so tight,” he groaned, adding a second finger, scissoring them, stretching you. “you’re going to feel so good around me.”

the thought sent a fresh wave of heat through you. he worked you with his fingers, his other hand gripping your hip, holding you in place as you writhed against him.

the coil in your stomach tightened, a familiar pressure building rapidly. it was too fast, embarrassingly fast. you were losing control.

“that’s it,” he encouraged, sensing your impending release. “be a good girl and cum for me.”

his thumb returned to your clit, rubbing tight, firm circles. it was the final push. the world splintered, a cry tore from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you, wave after wave of intense, overwhelming pleasure.

you clenched around his fingers, your body shaking uncontrollably.

through the haze, you felt him withdraw his fingers and heard the metallic sound of a belt buckle unbuckling and the zip of jeans.

your mind was still reeling, your limbs heavy and boneless.

he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down your legs and tossing them aside.

then he positioned himself between your thighs. the hard, hot tip of his cock, leaking with pre-cum and slicking your folds, pressed against your still-sensitive entrance. he didn’t enter you right away, he just stood there, looking down at you, his chest heaving.

“last chance,” he said, his voice strained. “tell me to stop.”

your answer was to wrap your legs around his waist and pull him towards you. he didn’t need any more encouragement. he pushed into you in one slow, deep stroke, stretching you, filling you completely.

a pained groan escaped your lips at the sudden, overwhelming fullness. he stilled, giving you a moment to adjust, then he dropped his forehead to your shoulder, his breath hot and ragged against your neck.

“fuck… you feel… so fucking good baby” the name caught you off guard. you clenched around him.

he started to move, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm. each thrust was deep, powerful, hitting a spot inside you that made you see stars. it wasn’t gentle or romantic, it was desperate, hungry.

his hands were everywhere, tangling in your hair, gripping your ass and sliding under your shirt to palm your breasts. he was touching you like he couldn’t get enough, like he was trying to memorize every inch of you.

you met him thrust for thrust, your nails digging into the hard muscles of his back through his shirt, pulling him deeper.

“please” you gasped. “harder.”

he growled, a low, guttural sound, and obliged. the pace quickened, the sounds of your bodies meeting filling the room, mingling with your ragged breaths and choked moans.

he shifted slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly you were seeing colours again.

“right there,” you cried out. “don’t stop. please, don’t stop.”

he didn’t. he drove into you relentlessly, his thumb finding your clit again, rubbing in frantic circles.

the second orgasm built fast, a tidal wave gathering force, ready to pull you under.

“taehyung…” you sobbed, your body tightening, on the verge of breaking.

“look at me.” he commanded, his voice rough with exertion. “fucking look at me when i make you cum.” his fist closed around your hair pulling just enough to make you gasp.

the way his eyes stared into yours, dark with lust, was your undoing. you shattered. your vision went white, your body convulsing as the most intense orgasm of your life ripped through you.

he only had time to cover your mouth with his hand before you let out the most lewd moan.

his rhythm faltered. with a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, a long, guttural groan tearing from his chest as he found his own release.

you collapsed against each other, a tangle of sweaty limbs and heaving chests.

for a long moment, the only sound in the room was your ragged breathing, the hum of the washing machine, a strange, domestic counterpoint to the raw, primal act you’d just committed.

his forehead rested against your shoulder, your bodies still joined. you could feel the frantic hammer of his heart against your chest, a rhythm that somehow matched your own.

reality was a cold bucket of ice water, flooding your system.

what had you done?

kim taehyung.

kim taehyung.

you’d had sex with kim taehyung, in the laundry room of his ridiculously ostentatious mansion.

“tae?” jungkook’s voice, faint but distinct, drifted from somewhere down the hall. “dude, your ps is bugging, we can’t fix it.”

your blood ran cold.

taehyung’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with a panic you’d never seen on him before. it was a jarring sight, the cool, untouchable heir suddenly looking like a teenager caught making out behind the bleachers.

he pulled out of you so fast you winced, the sudden emptiness jarring, forced to clench around nothing to prevent his seed to drop out of you.

“shit,” he breathed, scrambling to pull up his jeans. “shit. get dressed.”

your hands shook so badly you could barely button your shirt. your underwear was gone, presumably kicked under a cabinet in the heat of the moment. you were going to have to walk out of there commando.

fantastic.

“tae? you down there?” jungkook’s voice was closer now, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of footsteps on the marble floor.

“in here!” taehyung called out, his voice strained. he ran a hand through his hair, trying to tame the mess you’d made of it. he yanked his shirt down, trying to smooth out the wrinkles. “give me a sec!”

he turned to you, his eyes darting around the small room, looking for a solution, a lie, anything.

“go,” he whispered, gesturing wildly at the door. “just… go. i’ll say i was helping you find something for your mom.”

“what could i possibly be looking for in the laundry room?” you shot back, your voice a panicked hiss. “a spare uniform? that’ll be real convincing.”

“i don’t know, bleach!” he snapped, frustrated. “just say you needed bleach! you’re the cleaning lady’s daughter, you’re allowed to need cleaning supplies!”

the irony was so thick you could taste it.

you snatched your bag from the floor, your face burning with a mixture of shame and fury. you looked like you’d just been thoroughly ravished, your hair was a mess, your lips were swollen, and your cheeks were flushed. there was no coming back from this.

“wait,” he said, his gaze dropping to my neck. your stomach plummeted. you knew what he was looking for. “your neck.”

he reached out, but you flinched away. “don’t touch me.”

his jaw tightened, a flash of hurt crossing his face before being replaced by that familiar, blank mask. he grabbed a towel from a nearby shelf.

“hold still.” he gently tried to wipe away the evidence of his mouth on your skin, but it was pointless. the marks were already blooming, dark and angry.

jungkook’s footsteps were right outside the door now.

“tae?”

taehyung swore under his breath. he gave up on your neck, shoving the towel at your chest.

“hold this. against your neck.”

you took it, pressing the fabric to your skin. it was a pathetic attempt at a cover-up.

“just… try not to look like you’ve been fucked over a washing machine,” he muttered, opening the door a crack.

“ha-ha,” you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

he slipped out, pulling the door almost shut behind him, leaving just enough space for you to hear.

“yo, what took so long?” jungkook asked. “we’ve been waiting.”

“nothing, just… had to help the new cleaning lady find something,” taehyung said, his voice impressively casual.

“the new cleaning lady?” jungkook repeated. you could hear the frown in his voice. “the girl from school? why was she in there with you?”

“because i’m a nice person, jungkook,” taehyung said, a hint of annoyance and sarcasm in his tone. “she was looking for bleach. i helped her find it. it’s not a big deal.”

“right,” jungkook said, clearly not buying it. “well, jimin’s about to give up and just start smashing buttons. you coming?”

“yeah, yeah, i’m coming.”

you waited until you heard their footsteps retreat down the hall before you dared to move. you took a deep, shaky breath, your legs still feeling like jelly.

you gave yourself one last glance in the reflective surface of the washing machine door. you looked wrecked.

with a final despairing sigh, you pushed the door open and slipped out, the towel still clutched to your neck.

you didn't look back, you didn't dare. you just walked, your footsteps echoing in the cavernous silence of the mansion.

the journey home was a blur.

the world outside the window of the bus was a watercolor painting, smudged and indistinct. your mind was stuck, replaying every moment, every touch, every word.

the feeling of his hands on your skin, the taste of his lips, the way he’d looked at you, the way he’d called you baby, and then, the cold, hard reality of it all. the interruption, the panicked dressing, the flimsy lie. this wasn’t some romance novel or a fairytale. you felt used, disgusted at yourself for betraying your own morals and beliefs.

you were out with your friends at the bar you all loved, the drinks were flowing easy, laughter loud and warm, and everything felt light and fun. jin had sent you off earlier with that soft smile of his and a gentle kiss to your forehead. his voice had been calm, no jealousy or lectures, just that simple request he always made. “text me from time to time, okay princess? just so i know you’re safe and having fun. that’s all i ask.” you had nodded, promised like you always did, and meant it in the moment.

but the night got away from you. shots turned into more shots, stories got funnier, the music louder, and your phone stayed buried in your bag under old receipts and makeup. you didn’t feel it buzz and you didn’t think to check. the alcohol made everything fuzzy and golden, and for once you weren’t thinking about rules or updates. your friends were dancing in the booth, pulling you up with them, and time just slipped.

back at the apartment jin was trying not to spiral. he sent the first few texts around ten, casual and sweet. “having a good time? miss you already.” then “don’t forget to let me know you’re okay when you can.” by eleven he was checking his phone more often. “baby? everything alright?” twelve came and went with no reply. he tried calling once, then twice. voicemail both times. his texts got longer, more worried even though he kept telling himself you were probably just having fun and forgot. “it’s getting late. please text me back.” “i’m starting to worry.” “where are you right now?”

he paced the living room, ran a hand through his hair, checked the time again and again. by one in the morning there were dozens of messages. his chest felt tight. he knew you could handle yourself, he wasn’t the type to hover or get possessive, but the silence was eating at him. worst case thoughts crept in no matter how hard he pushed them down. he checked the location sharing you’d both set up months ago for nights like this, just in case. you were still at the bar. that should have calmed him but it didn’t. not after hours of nothing.

“that’s it,” he muttered to himself, grabbing his keys. “i’m going there.”

he drove over calm on the outside, hands steady on the wheel, but his jaw was tight and his mind racing. when he walked into the bar and spotted you, cheeks flushed from drinks and laughter, leaning into one of your friends, the relief hit first like a wave. you were okay. you were laughing. but then his eyes narrowed on the guy standing way too close to you, leaning in with that sleazy grin, clearly trying to buy you another drink and ignoring the way you were politely shifting away. something protective and hot flared in jin’s chest. seeing another man hovering like that while you were tipsy and hadn’t answered him all night set him off more than the silence alone.

he walked straight over, expression calm but his presence suddenly commanding the space. the guy noticed him approaching and straightened up a little, but jin didn’t even glance at you first. he fixed the stranger with a cool, steady stare, voice low and edged enough to make the guy step back instinctively. “she’s not interested. move.” there was no yell, no scene, just that quiet intensity that made the guy mutter something and slink away fast toward the other side of the bar. only then did jin turn to you, placing a gentle but firm hand on your arm. “we’re going home. now.”

you turned so fast you almost spilled what was left of your drink. shock first, then the alcohol made the annoyance flare quick. “jin? what are you doing here? you can’t just show up like this.”

your friends went quiet, eyes wide. he kept his voice low, even, no scene. “you didn’t answer a single message. not one call. i’ve been texting for hours. i was worried out of my mind. get your things. we’re leaving.”

you pulled your arm back, standing up on slightly unsteady legs. “no. i’m fine. i was having fun until you crashed everything. you never do this. why tonight? i told you where i was going.”

he didn’t argue in front of everyone. just took your hand again, firm this time, and started guiding you toward the door with a polite nod to your friends. “sorry to cut it short. she needs to go home.” you tried to dig your heels in but he was stronger, and the look in his eyes said he wasn’t budging. outside he opened the car door for you, helped you in even when you muttered under your breath about him ruining everything.

the drive home was thick with tension. you sat with your arms crossed, the city lights blurring past, the alcohol still buzzing in your veins and making everything feel bigger. “this is bullshit, jin. you tracked my location? that’s so fucked up. i’m not a little girl. i can go out without you showing up like some bodyguard. you embarrassed me in front of everyone.”

he kept his eyes on the road, voice short and quiet like he was holding something back. “i asked you for one thing. text me. you didn’t. i thought something happened to you.”

“i forgot my phone was even there! i got tipsy and we were having a good time. you knew i was out with the girls. you could’ve just waited instead of panicking and driving across town like a crazy person.”

“i waited. for hours. with nothing. you promised, remember? and then i see some fucking guy trying to take advantage of you—“ he caught himself mid sentence, blood boiling in his veins, his grip tightening around the wheel.

you huffed, looking out the window so you didn’t have to see the disappointment on his face. “he wasn’t taking advantage of me and i was handling it. i can take care of myself.” silence settled for a brief second. “well now i’m mad. you dragged me out like i’m some kid who broke curfew.”

he didn’t raise his voice once. just short answers, eyes forward. “i know you can take care of yourself. but you scared me tonight. that’s all.”

the rest of the ride was mostly your ranting and his quiet driving, the air in the car heavy. when you got home he parked, came around to your side, and steadied you with an arm around your waist as you walked inside because your balance was still off. in the bedroom he flicked on the soft lamp and tried again, gentle. “sit down for me. let me help you get ready for bed. you need water, and that makeup’s going to feel awful in the morning if you sleep in it. come on, princess. arms up.”

you swatted at his hands when he reached for the zipper of your dress. “i said i can do it myself. i’m not drunk enough to need a babysitter. just because you decided to ruin my night doesn’t mean you get to undress me now like everything’s fine.”

he sighed, tried once more, softer. “you’re tipsy and you’re going to regret it if you don’t take care of yourself now. let me help. that’s what i’m here for.”

you pushed him this time, hands on his chest, stepping back. “stop. i’m serious. leave me alone, jin. i’m still pissed. you don’t get to act all caring now after what you pulled.”

that was the moment something in him shifted. his eyes darkened, the calm cracking just enough to show the frustration and the leftover fear underneath. he stepped forward, caught your wrists in one hand, not hard but unyielding, and pulled you close until your bodies were flush. his voice dropped lower, still not yelling, but thick with everything he’d been holding in. “enough. i’ve had enough of this tonight.” he gritted his teeth, your eyes widening slightly at the sudden shift. “you made me worry for hours, ignored every single message i sent, acted like it was nothing, and now you’re pushing me away when all i’m trying to do is take care of you after you scared the shit out of me. you’re being an ungrateful little brat and i’m done being patient about it.”

the words landed heavy. you opened your mouth to snap back but he was already moving, backing you toward the bed with that same firm grip on your wrists until the backs of your knees hit the mattress and you sat down hard. he stood over you, breathing a little heavier, jaw tight. “you want to keep fighting me? fine. but you’re going to listen now.”

he kissed you then, rougher than usual, one hand sliding into your hair to tilt your head back and hold you there. it wasn’t gentle or sweet like his normal kisses. it was claiming, a little desperate from the worry that had built all night, and it made heat flood low in your belly even while your anger still simmered. his free hand found the zipper of your dress and yanked it down in one motion, tugging the fabric off your shoulders and down your body without waiting for permission. you gasped into the kiss but didn’t pull away, the mix of emotions making everything sharper.

he stripped you fast after that, bra and panties following, until you were bare on the bed and he was still fully dressed, looking down at you with that mix of scolding and hunger. “on your knees. now.”

you stayed sitting, defiant even as your thighs pressed together. “no. i’m not—”

“yes you are.” he unbuckled his belt, unzipped, and pulled his cock out, long and thick, already hard and flushed from the tension. he gripped your hair again, firmer this time, and guided your face forward until the head brushed your lips. “open your mouth. this is what happens when you act like a brat and make me lose my mind worrying about you. you’re going to shut up and take it like the good girl i know you can be.”

you hesitated, lips parting on instinct, and he took the opportunity, pushing in slow but insistent until your mouth was full. the stretch made your eyes water a little but you didn’t fight it. he groaned low, both hands in your hair now, controlling the movement as he started shallow thrusts. “fuck, that’s it. take it deeper. good girl. your mouth feels so good when it’s not running off and arguing with me.”

he fucked your mouth steady, not cruel but firm, hips rocking forward while he held you in place. saliva dripped down your chin and his voice kept going, low and rough around the edges. “i was so fucking scared something happened to you. thought maybe you got hurt or lost or worse. and there you were, safe, talking to another guy, like a slut.” his thumb rubbed gently at your flushed cheek. “now i have to fuck you like one. see what you make me do, princess? but you like this, don’t you? being put in your place after being such a little brat.”

you moaned around him, the vibration making his hips stutter. he pulled back just enough to let you breathe then pushed in again, deeper. “that’s my princess. taking it so well. but you were bad tonight. very bad. now you get this. you get used until i decide you’ve learned.”

he kept at it for long minutes, praising you between the scolding, telling you how pretty you looked with tears in your eyes and your lips stretched around him. when he finally pulled out you were panting, lips swollen and shiny, and he wiped your mouth with his thumb before lifting you onto the bed properly.

“on your back. spread your legs. let me see that pretty pussy.”

you did it without arguing this time, the fight melting into something hotter. he knelt between your thighs, spreading you wider with his hands, and just looked for a second at how wet you were. “look at this. dripping already. you like sucking my cock that much, huh? or was it me dragging you home and telling you off? like when i get rough with you, hm?

he leaned down and kissed the inside of your thigh, slow and deliberate, then higher, right at the crease where thigh met pussy. you expected him to lick, to dive in the way he usually did when he went down on you, but he didn’t. he kissed your outer folds instead, soft and teasing, barely any pressure. then again. and again. light little pecks that made you twitch and whine. his breath was hot against you but his tongue stayed away from where you needed it most.

“jin, please,” you breathed, hips lifting toward his face.

he chuckled, low and a little mean. “please what? use your words, princess.”

“eat me out. i need your mouth. i’m sorry, okay? i’m sorry for not texting.”

he rewarded you with one slow lick up your slit, just enough to make you moan, then pulled back again. “sorry now? after hours of silence and then pushing me away at home? brats don’t get what they want right away.” he slid two fingers into you easy, curling them just right, pumping slow and deep while his mouth went back to teasing. kisses on your folds, sucking the skin into his mouth gently, then releasing. a tiny flick of tongue over your clit that disappeared the second you bucked. he fingered you steady, scissoring, hitting that spot over and over, but every time you got close he slowed down or pulled his mouth away completely.

you were begging in no time, voice breaking. “please, jin, please just use your mouth. i’ll be good, i promise. i won’t forget again. just please eat me out.”

he added a third finger, stretching you, thrusting faster while he kissed around your clit, never quite giving it the pressure you craved. “not yet. you have to earn it. hear how wet you are for me? this pussy knows who it belongs to even when you’re being difficult.” he kept you on the edge like that for what felt like forever, fingers working you open, mouth teasing everywhere except where you were throbbing, until you were shaking and almost crying from frustration.

finally he pulled his fingers out, licking them clean while looking up at you with dark eyes. “maybe next time if you behave.” before you could protest he flipped you over onto your stomach, making you whine, and pulled your hips up, positioning himself behind you. “ass up. head down. that’s it, princess.”

he rubbed the head of his cock through your folds, teasing your entrance, coating himself in how wet you were. “look what you make me do to you. i have to fuck you rough like this because you don’t listen when i ask nicely. because you made me worry so much i had to come get you myself.”

he pushed in with one hard thrust, bottoming out deep, and you cried out at the sudden stretch. he didn’t give you time to adjust. he started fucking you fast and deep right away, hips snapping against your ass, one hand gripping your waist tight. the sound of skin on skin filled the room. “fuck, so tight. taking me so deep. that’s it, baby.”

he reached forward, wrapped your hair around his fist, and pulled your head back, arching your spine. the tug sent sparks down your back and you moaned louder. he leaned over you, chest to your back, still pounding into you, and used the grip on your hair to turn your head enough to kiss you. it was messy, all tongue and teeth from the angle, but he kissed you hard while he fucked you, swallowing your moans. “let me hear those pretty moans, baby. let me hear how much you like to be fucked like a whore.”

you kissed back as best you could, body rocking with every thrust. he pulled your hair a little harder, angling your head so he could bite at your neck between kisses. “my perfect princess. so good for me now. taking my cock like you were made for it. but you had to be taught tonight, didn’t you? had to make me track you down and drag you home.”

his other hand slipped under you to rub your clit in tight circles, fast and relentless. “cum for me. cum on my cock while i use you like this. show me you’re still my good girl underneath all that attitude.”

you came hard, clenching around him, thighs shaking as the orgasm ripped through you. he fucked you through it, pace never slowing, praising you the whole time. “that’s it. good girl. fuck, you feel so good squeezing me like that.”

he chased his own release with a few more deep thrusts, then buried himself to the hilt and came with a low groan, filling you up in hot pulses. he stayed inside you for a long moment, breathing against your neck, then slowly pulled out. you started to collapse forward but he turned you onto your back gently, spreading your legs again. “shh, i’ve got you. relax for me, princess.”

he looked down at your pussy, at his cum starting to leak out, and something flickered in his eyes. “like being stuffed with my cum, baby? you like being full, huh?”

he lowered his hand and gathered the hot liquid dripping out of you on his fingers, sliding them back inside you, pumping slowly. you whined at the overstimulation. he leaned down again, his other hand resting on your inner thigh, keeping you open for him as he really went to work, eating you out properly now, tongue flicking and sucking your clit with the perfect pressure, his fingers fucking his release deep inside you. the overstimulation made you twitch and whimper but it felt so good you couldn’t stop him. he moaned against you like he was enjoying it just as much. “one more for me, baby. you’ve been so good taking everything i gave you. let go.”

you came again on his tongue, softer this time but still intense, thighs clamping around his head as he licked you through it until you were oversensitive and gently pushing at his shoulders. he pulled back, wiped his mouth and gathered you into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom like you weighed nothing.

he ran the bath warm, helped you step in, and climbed in behind you so your back was to his chest. the water felt perfect against your skin. he took a soft cloth, soaped it gently, and started washing you with careful hands, massaging your shoulders, down your arms, over your chest in slow soothing strokes. “there we go. you’re all clean now. i’m sorry i got so rough with you. but you needed it, didn’t you? to remember how much i care. how crazy it makes me when i can’t reach you and i don’t know if you’re okay.”

you leaned back into him, the last of the anger gone, replaced by that warm floaty feeling only he could give you. “i’m sorry too. i should’ve texted. i didn’t mean to scare you like that. i love you.”

he kissed the top of your head, then your temple, then the side of your neck soft and sweet again. “i love you more. so much more. next time just send me one little text, okay? that’s all i ever ask. i trust you. i just worry because you’re my everything.”

he washed your hair next, fingers working the shampoo into your scalp with gentle circles that made you melt further against him. he rinsed you both carefully, helped you out, dried you with a big fluffy towel, and carried you back to bed. he tucked you in, brought water and some medicine for the morning, then slid in beside you and pulled you straight to his chest, one arm around your waist, the other stroking your hair.

“my princess,” he murmured, voice back to its usual warm calm. “sleep now. i’ve got you. always.”

Half smiling to yourself, you turn your head sideways as he stalks around you, predator hunting prey. “Whatever do you mean?” you say, fluttering your eyelashes as you talk, playing the picture of perfect innocence. Only, he’s not buying. Looking down at you, it’s clear he’s very unamused and the sight only adds to your enjoyment.

“You know exactly what I mean. What are you doing with Jungkook?”

“Seokjin, you’re not jealous are you?” You mock and take a step towards the bathroom only for him to stop you again. His hand grips your wrist hard, spinning you back to him. He closes any space left between you, placing both of his hands against the wall either side of your head, caging you in. Elation rushes through you as you glance over at the guys to see if any of them have noticed, they haven’t.

Jin is your roommate but no one knows you’re also fucking him. That’s been a secret between the two of you for months.

Jin leans down to your ear and his teeth graze the lobe, “I think you need to be taught a lesson.” he breathes and you can’t help the way your body betrays you and responds to him. Your core throbs, eager and willing to be his play thing, but you haven’t finished your game.

“I think you need reminding just who you belong to.” he says darkly.

“You must have me mistaken, Jin, you see, i’m ‘completely and utterly single’,” You quote the words you overheard him saying to Hoseok earlier this evening and watch the understanding soften his features.

“Is that what this is about?” he asks, “You're punishing me?”

“I’m simply showing you that you’re not my only option, Jinnie. You’ll do well to remember that.” you tap him patronisingly on the nose but he catches your wrist again.

“Do not test me. I’m in no mood to play games.” His eyes darken, ebony pools leading you into an abyss with an ocean of pleasure waiting on the other side.

“That’s a shame because I am.”

Smirking, you snatch your hand away and duck out underneath his arms before jogging quickly to your bedroom. But just as you’re about to close the door behind you, a foot halts it with a quiet thud. He pushes his way in and silently closes it behind him, eyes fixed on you the entire time.

“There’s something we need to get straight,” he starts, walking slowly to you, and with each step he takes, you take one back. “You are mine. You belong to me.”

“And who do you belong to, hm?” you ask, cutting him off.

He opens his mouth but nothing comes out, as you watch his gaze go from heated to panicked in one small sentence.

“There it is, all that pride you let get the better of you.” you add, feeling disappointment expand like a balloon inside you and yet, weighs you down as heavy as a rock. “And that is why you will not be having me today.”

He watches you for a moment. You can practically see the thoughts bouncing around alarmingly behind his eyes, before he huffs, and yanks your bedroom door open, yelling, “Hey, all of you!”

You cling to his broad back, that blocks the entire doorway, wondering what on earth he's about to do.

He waits until he has their undivided attention before continuing, “Me and y/n have been seeing each other for a while now,”

You can't help the laugh that blurts out from the sheer shock of his admission.

“do any of you have an issue with that?” he asks.

Listening in, you hear the resounding chorus of ‘no’s’ and giggle to yourself as he closes the door loudly, focusing his attention back on you.

“My dear, let me explain something, I only said I was single to Hoseok because I was unsure how you wanted this-” he gestures at the space between the two of you, “to continue. But I would very much like to claim you and be claimed by you, if that is what you want also.”

His words hang heavy in the air as silence envelopes your room. Not expecting this response, your little revenge game now seems redundant, but definitely achieved the desired effect.

Closing the distance between you, and laying your hands on his firm chest, you look up at him with heavy lids and a ferocious hunger in your eyes, “I'm yours.”

He takes that as his cue, grabbing the back of your neck and capturing your lips with his. His mouth moves fast but with precision, he wants you to know exactly who you belong to. His teeth catch your bottom lip, hard, making you cry out but when he fists your hair and yanks your head back, that cry turns into a whimper.

“You are mine. If you flirt with one of my friends so brazenly again, there will be consequences, do you understand?” he says quietly against your jaw, making your cunt clench around nothing.

“Yes, Jin.” you reply, unable to help the ‘innocent’ batting of your eyelashes.

“Good, now get on your knees and put my cock in that pretty mouth of yours.” he orders, and you eagerly follow his command. “Open.”

You do as he says and wait while he unzips his pants and pulls out his thick, long erection. He rubs the tip of himself slowly along your bottom lip, and your mouth waters, eager to taste him. Pushing himself into your open and waiting orifice you envelope your lips around him and start sucking him greedily. The hiss he lets out only encourages you and expands your confidence. Taking him into the back of your throat, you use your hand to spread your saliva down his shaft.

Your core throbs painfully between your legs and your impatience means your movements are fast but full of purpose. He bucks into you as his fingers rake their way through your hair again, aiding your motions.

When you gag on him he moans, before pulling you off abruptly, leaving a string of saliva connecting you.

“Lay down on the bed.” He commands, breathlessly.

Scrambling onto your mattress, you scoot yourself up against your pillow and watch as he slowly crawls up the bed, towering over you.

“I need to have you now.” he says, pushing up your skirt and hooking a finger into your underwear, pulling it to the side before plunging into you.

You can't help but call out his name as your hungry cunt pulls him in, desperate to feel the whole of him.

“That's it, you brat, tell everyone out there who you belong to.” he says, as he starts moving inside you, a pace faster than you expected and already making your toes curl. “Let everyone know how good I make you feel.”

Your insides feel heavy as your sex pulsates around him, craving the orgasm you can already feel building.

“Who’s pussy is this?” he asks, leaning up to look at you.

“Y-yours, Jin!” you gasp, eyes rolling back in your head with every hit to that sensitive spot inside.

“That's right, baby.” he says as he slides out of you momentarily, sitting up on his knees to prop a pillow underneath your rear, before pounding right back into you again.

You can't help but call out his name louder, as you feel him inside you deeper than ever, the cord inside you pulling tight and ready to snap. But when he slaps you hard on the clit it's all you need to spasm around him, back arching off the bed as you ride out wave upon wave of pleasure rippling through you like a rapid current.

“Fuck, y/n.” he says, through gritted teeth as you feel his warm seed spill into you, your cunt still contracting lazily around him.

He gently slides out of you, and collapses beside you, pulling you into his arms and stroking your hair.

“Sorry for trying to make you jealous,” you confess and his resounding scoff is enough to make your eyes roll.

“I was not jealous of Jungkook, come on.”

You look up, arching an eyebrow in his direction and wait.

You knew walking into this party that whatever you were going to wear wasn’t “frat party” worthy. The graphic tee you sported gave you a few compliments from other girls when you walked through the door. You could feel your nerves drumming against your body as if in sync with the loud music. Your eyes scan the sea of party goers, majority in which you had not a clue who they were.

“You aren’t going?” you recall asking your cousin hesitantly. She had placed lipgloss onto your lips and instructed you to rub them in.

 You hoped your cousin would change her mind and not leave you alone, knowing that nothing would happen between you and Jungkook if she was around. It was growing harder to even look at yourself in the mirror, let alone her, after what you and Jungkook had done earlier. Your thighs clenched at just the thought of his fingers plunged deep inside of you.

“No, I have an event, remember?” your cousin shakes her head. She looked at you and offered a smile. “Make sure you have fun, okay? Live a little.”

The music is blaring and the home is entirely crowded, seas of people all around mingling - some dancing, some cheering as others chug down beer.

You told Jungkook you’d meet him here instead of him coming to get you. It wouldn’t be odd for the two of you to enter together. You’re sure no one would bat an eye, either way. Yet, you couldn’t face him just yet without your mind wandering to places they shouldn’t.

 Now you’re unsure if you’d ever be able to find Jungkook here at all.

Instead, it’s Jungkook who finds you. You stick out, but not in the normal way. Instead of going to you when he initially caught you walking through the front door, he decided on watching you. Your legs look so soft and long, the jean skirt short and tight. He remembers this skirt, he notes, as it belonged to your cousin. The shirt is equally tight and a bit cropped, your lower back peaking through as he watches you stroll between the sea of bodies like a hawk.

You stuck out simply because you kept to yourself. You didn’t speak to anyone besides the small nods and a few inaudible, “thanks” you give to other women who compliment you. 

You don’t grab a drink. You don’t dance.

It’s utterly noticeable that you’re unsure what to do. This is your first party, after all, and it’s far too noticeable.

“I’m glad you made it.” 

You feel a hand on your waist, warm breath tickling your ear. 

“I was suspecting you were going to bail on me.” Jungkook’s fingers tap along your waist as he tugs you along with him as he walks. He doesn’t say ‘excuse me’ as he walks through the crowd of people, but they move automatically as he and you walk by. He leads you to the kitchen where it’s less crowded, but a game of beer pong is being played. 

“Want a drink?” Jungkook questions.

Jungkook’s cologne hits your nose because of how close he is. Your heart jolts as your eyes connect with his. He stares intently at you, awaiting for your response. “No pressure.” he murmurs, a small smirk forming onto his lips. “We have juice.”

You blink, snapping out of whatever trance you were placed upon. “I’ll have whatever you’re having.” you say quickly, your body warming with embarrassment. “I thought about bailing.” you admit.

Jungkook raises a brow. He goes towards the long island where an array of drinks are sat. You’ve never seen so many different varieties of alcohol all at once. “Is that so?” he asks. He grasps a clear plastic cup from a stack besides an opened bottle of apple juice. “What changed your mind?” he questions.

You watch as Jungkook rounds the island and lowers his body for a few seconds before emerging with ice now inside said plastic cup. He then grasps the nearest alcohol drink he could grasp - rum. 

“I…” you shrug your shoulders. “...just wanted to have fun.”

Jungkook glances up at you. He was a pro at this, you think, not spilling any of the clear liquid as he poured it into your cup. Then, he offers you a grin. “I’m glad. I’ll make sure you have a lot of fun.”

Jungkook hands you back your drink before you have time to process that he’s poured something else inside of it. It had to be juice, you think, grabbing it from his tattooed hand hesitantly. 

“And who’s this?”

Just as you bring the rim to your lips, an arm wraps around Jungkook. You recognize him as one of Jungkook’s friends.

“Tae,” Jungkook nods. “this is Y/N.”

“Y/N…Y/N!” Taehyung offers a smile. His eyes widen with realization. “So you’re the baby cousin.”

You scoff. “Yeah.” you murmur. You take a sip of the drink and hum. You’re surprised that it didn’t taste bad - or too strong. 

“Are you here alone?” Taehyung questions. “Or did she come with you? Any friends?”

You shake your head. “She’s net-”

“-working?” Taehyung finishes your sentence for you and laughs. Under his own gaze, you feel your cheeks warm. “She’s always doing that, isn’t she? I’m glad you came.”

Jungkook feels his friend remove his arm from his shoulder. Taehyung goes to pour himself a drink, only he pours an array of shots, using the display of neon shot glasses on the table. 

“Did you come to have fun?” Taehyung questions, glancing up at you.

Your hand squeezes the drink in your hand slightly. Taehyung is handsome, you note, dark brown hair that appears to be styled professionally, yet so simply natural. He holds your eyes long enough for you to feel yourself blush in embarrassment.

Jungkook glances from you to his friend, a slight tilt to his head.

“Y-Yeah.” you murmur, nodding slightly. “I’ve never been to a party like this before.”

Jungkook feels like he’s been given a back seat to it all. He watches the way you and Taehyung interact. He watches the way his friend passes you the shot and laughs when your face scrunches with disgust, but nonetheless you laugh along with him.

Jungkook watches it all, he notes. The way your once tense shoulders relax and you laugh just as loud as everyone else. You hadn’t cared about if you were being watched yourself because you were having fun.

Even when you all moved towards the crowded patio, you laughed and cheered along with Taehyung during a game of beer pong. He allows you to, finding that he liked watching you like this. Open. Carefree. 

What Jungkook didn’t like was the way his friend held your hips as he assisted you in a game of pool. He had gone to get a beer and returned to watch the scene unfold. You’re none the wiser under Taehyung’s predatory gaze. You were a lamb in front of a salivating wolf that wants to pounce, but decides against it.

Jungkook leans against the wall, taking a sip of his beer as you now lean against the pool table. You’re facing Taehyung, your face dangerously close to him.

There’s a quick moment in which Jungkook’s eyes meet with Taehyung’s. His friend’s eyes flicker upwards and find him, even with the amount of people around. Everyone is in their own world, but it’s as though his friend knew exactly where to look to catch sight of him.

It isn’t a secret - to his group of friends, at least - what Jungkook does with you. They don’t judge him. They don’t blame him, either. Jungkook was a man just as they were, and sometimes men had their own reasonings for why they do the things they do. Their reasoning doesn’t have to be right, but it’s understood without having to be said.

What Taehyung is telling Jungkook now with just a simple look is simple; ‘if you don’t, I will’.

“You smell so good~” Taehyung chuckles, his lips stretching into a smile, showcasing a row of pearly white teeth. “What’s wrong?”

Your body is radiating heat you aren’t sure is possible. You feel Taehyung’s hand lift your chin upwards, his head tilted just a bit. He studies you, eyes taking in each outline of your face - the curve of your lips, the arch in your eyebrows. 

“W-What do you mean?” you swallow. 

“You look nervous.” murmurs Taehyung. It’s surprising you could hear him at all in here, but you blocked out the surrounding people like background noise. “Like you’ve never been this close to a man.”

“I have!” you exclaim quickly and in defense. 

Taehyung snickers. He notices the way your eyes flash with slight annoyance. “Oh, really?” he responds. “Like Kook?”

“Wh…what?” you blink a few times and shake your head softly. “What are…why would you say that?”

Taehyung finds you cute. The way you stutter as if what you and Jungkook do behind closed doors isn’t obvious. Maybe it was because he knew his friends - and the way he was glaring daggers at him. He didn’t have to look his way to know. 

“Why not? Is it a,” Taehyung leans even closer to you. His breath tickles your skin. You smell the alcohol and in a way, it has your stomach churning (in a good way). “secret?” he whispers the last part.

Your heart jolts at the split second that Taehyung’s eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips. His hand lets go of your chin, but it slides down your neck. His thumb rubs along your throat that has a shiver running up your spine. 

“There’s nothing going on between us.” you manage to say boldly just as Taehyung’s dark eyes meet yours.

You contemplate if this was wrong - at least the less tipsy part of your mind. You couldn’t admit to Taehyung that you and your cousin’s boyfriend had something going on. If you weren’t so naive, you wouldn't believe that he didn’t already know. 

Yet, whatever you and Jungkook did have wasn’t anything you could further pursue. He wasn’t a single man and what you and he already did had since gone too far. 

“Prove it, then.” Taehyung’s nose glides against yours. His lips are slightly parted when he speaks. “I forgot that you’re young…you probably shouldn’t be here now.”

“I’m not that young.” you protest, swallowing. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Yeah?” Taehyung hums.

“Yeah.” you respond, and without thinking you limit the distance between you and Taehyung.

Your glossy lips press against his own and immediately, Taehyung groans into it as if he’s been waiting for this moment. In a way, he has. He himself was quite interested upon knowing about the younger cousin; someone he always saw with her head in a book. To the untrained eye, Jungkook looked like the caring older student who took you under his wing because of your relationship with his girlfriend. To any man watching, Jungkook was just like the rest of them; a predator watching their prey right before they pounced. 

Jungkook, unlike most predators, just had more patience.

Your hand reaches out for Taehyung’s shirt. Your fingers dig into the fabric and bring him closer to you. He doesn’t hesitate. His hand cups your neck fully to keep you right in place as his tongue greedily forces its way into your mouth.

The kiss is hot and messy, full of drunken need that Taehyung isn’t aware was there until now. He presses himself against you, your breast against his own chest, your ass now fully on the pool table but it’d be a lie to say if either of you cared right now.

There’s a throbbing that shoots right between your legs and your mind ignores the faint screaming of your sober mind to stop this. People were looking - not in disgust or scandal. This was normal to them.

You feel Taehyung shove himself away from you before you could react. Your eyes flutter open, your cheeks warming up when you realize Jungkook is now in front of you. His eyes are hard and piercing down right at you. 

“I’m taking you home.” Jungkook grumbles. His tattooed hand snatches you harshly by your bicep and he yanks you off of the pool table.

Taehyung licks his lips of your flavored gloss. He doesn’t fight Jungkook. ‘If you don’t, I will.’ Is what Taehyung’s eyes had told his younger friend, and Jungkook heeded the warning. 

“What are you doing?!” you hiss, attempting to pull yourself away from Jungkook’s grasp. 

“Are you suddenly hard of hearing?” Jungkook hisses back. “I’m taking you home.”

“I don’t want to go.” 

This time you do manage to get lost from Jungkook, but it results in you nearly falling right into Taehyung. There’s more eyes on you, the music changing to something more upbeat. 

“You’ve had too much to drink.” Jungkook’s eyes glare at you then flicker to his friend. “Find your own way home.”

“Already planned on it.” Taehyung flashes Jungkook a knowing grin. 

“What? No!” you shake your head. You manage to balance yourself. “I want to stay-”

“And do what?” Jungkook spats. He wasn’t going to do this with you here. “Get fucked in front of everyone like some type of whore?”

Jungkook didn’t mean that.

The sight of you kissing Taehyung so freely had Jungkook’s blood running cold. He could’ve stopped it sooner, but he hadn’t. Instead, he remained in the corner and stood witness to how far you’d take it. He hadn’t expected you to be the one to initiate the kiss, and the sight of his friend's possessive hand upon you had sent him in a rage.

“Fuck. You.” you push past Jungkook and people that were now surrounding you two. Your throat aches, and that only meant one thing.

Jungkook takes a deep breath. He follows after you, not bothering to say any forms of “excuse me’s” to the people he pushed past. You were fast, but not fast enough. Just as you reach the opened front door, Jungkook has a grip on your bicep once more.

“Let me-”

“I didn’t mean that.” Jungkook says quickly. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah sure you didn’t.” you spat, yanking your arm, but Jungkook’s grip is tight. “Let go.”

“Not until you agree to talking to me.” Jungkook shakes his head. “Away from here.”

A few people shove past you, but Jungkook’s hold on you assures you don’t stumble. You were growing irritated the longer you remained at this party. Your eyes glare up at Jungkook, but he isn’t phased. 

“I don’t want to go home.” your teeth grit. “I haven’t even been here for a couple hours. I thought you said you wanted me to be here.”

Only softly does Jungkook push you out from the doorway and down the pathway from the estate. It’s quieter outside and there isn’t even a breeze out. When you and he are further away from the chaos of the party, he finally lets your bicep go. “I’m sorry for what I said in there.”

“You’re sorry for embarrassing me? Thanks.” you spat sarcastically. 

“Everyone is drunk, high or both.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “They won’t remember a thing.”

“That isn’t the point and you know it.”

Jungkook does know. Only a small part of him feels bad. It was him that encouraged you to come to this party and be a normal college student. You were doing just that and ruined it for you.

Only, you weren’t supposed to be doing any of that with Taehyung. It was Jungkook who wanted to dance with you. It was him who wanted you to be consumed with. Even if people had known he wasn’t a single man, those wouldn’t remember (or truly care) what they saw.

“You were all over him right in my face.” Jungkook’s tone lowers. “You just met him.”

“You told me to have fun!” you spat, your hands crashing against his chest harshly. You weren’t like this, you note, but the alcohol mixed with pure anger (and slight humiliation) was consuming you. “You told me to come,” you continue, shoving him again. “and be a normal college student and-”

“With me!” Jungkook spats right back at you. “You weren’t supposed to go off with my friend. I invited you here, not him!” Jungkook waves a dismissed hand back to the estate - the party. All of it. He wasn’t in the mood to go back in and do anything he planned tonight.

“Last time I checked, you had a girlfriend.”

Jungkook tilts his head. “I had a girlfriend when you came around my fingers earlier.”

Your shoulders falter.

“I had a girlfriend when you called yourself my dirty girl.” Jungkook takes a step closer to you. “I had a girlfriend when you said you weren’t going to tell her, right?”

You gasp when Jungkook snatches your shirt and pulls you towards him. Your eyes immediately roam around, but he doesn’t give a damn who’s watching or not.

“I had a girlfriend when I told you it’d be a secret you and I share, huh?” Jungkook murmurs. “So don’t act like you care about her now.

Jungkook’s words crash upon you. You don’t like how they make you feel. You don’t like when he’s right. 

“You don’t want to go home? Fine. But we aren’t staying here.” Jungkook lets go of your shirt. “Come on.”

You follow Jungkook to the side of the estate, you quiet as you contemplate his words. You never felt shittier, you think, than having Jungkook out of all people throw your actions in your face.

You don’t realize Jungkook has stopped walking until you feel something hard being shoved at you.

“Huh?”

Your hands hold onto something heavy. It takes you a few seconds to realize it’s a helmet. Its shell is black with a sleek purple  visor that shows your reflection. Your eyes glance up to see Jungkook swing his leg around a motorcycle. 

“Y-You didn’t drive today?” you try not to sound too nervous, but it’s hard. 

Jungkook starts the motorcycle. There’s a high pitched click, followed by rapid roar as the engine cuts on. The lights flash brightly against the estate walls.

“My car? Nope.” Jungkook shakes his head. “Put on the helmet and get on.”

Your eyes widen. “I’ve never been on one before.” you shake your own head. “You only have one helmet?!”

Jungkook snickers. “Well I can’t let a pretty thing like you go without.” he says. “I’ll drive slow, I promise.”

At your hesitation, Jungkook furrows his brows at you. “This is a tame motorcycle. It's mainly used for cruising.” he winks at you. “In style.”

You look down at the helmet in your hands. The purple visor stares right back up at you. “How do you even see out of this?” you murmur, mainly to yourself. It was evident that if you wanted to get home, you'd have to get on this very motorcycle.

Jungkook smiles when you put the helmet over your head. You look cute, he thinks. Completely out of your element entirely, but cute nonetheless.

You felt like an idiot wearing this helmet, but you hop on the motorcycle right behind Jungkook. 

You push the visor up. “This doesn’t feel safe!” you exclaim. 

“Hold onto me and shut up.” Jungkook says back, no annoyance in his voice at all. 

Hesitantly, you place your hands onto Jungkook’s shoulders.

Jungkook snorts. “No,” he shakes his head. He reaches his hands to tap your hand that's on his shoulder before he gently tugs at it. He places it around his waist. “hold onto me securely, baby. We wouldn’t want you to fall off.”

A part of you is still upset at Jungkook for insisting you come to this party just to drag you out before you could fully experience it. However, you listen - as nervous as you were. You push the visor back down before leaning closer to the man. You wrap your arms around him.

Without allowing you time to adjust, Jungkook twists the throttle and the bike begins to move - only gently - but it was enough for you to slam your entire body against his, your arms tightening around him. You’d be damned if you fell off after you survived this world this long.

Jungkook likes the way your body feels against his, his chest rumbling when he feels your arms sink into him nervously. 

Jungkook twists the throttle again, adding more acceleration and drives down the long drive way and further away from the estate. The wind flows through his dark hair just as he whips down the street. This is his first time riding with anyone as his own girlfriend was just as skeptical. He finds it exciting - especially because it was you. 

Riding for Jungkook meant he could clear his mind. He enjoyed riding around dusk as there wasn’t much traffic and the scenery surrounding him was beautiful. Even now, the wind through him, the vibrations. It’s a thrill that pumps through his veins, along with dopamine and adrenaline. The rumble of the engine only adds on to the excitement.

You could practically mold into Jungkook’s skin with how tight you were holding onto him. The street lights, in your own humble opinion, race past you and you’re glad you had on the helmet.

“The first time was rough for me, too.” Jungkook hollers back to you. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah!” you manage to call back, your hands grabbing a fistfull of his shirt. “Where are we going?!”

“Just enjoy the ride!”

So you do - the best way you could. As Jungkook accelerates, it doesn’t feel like you’re simply going faster, but instead of being pulled forward by rushing wind, sending a surge through your body. 

The streets are empty as Jungkook tears through them, a heightened sense of being alive at this very moment. Your arms around it makes it even better to him, the closeness of it. The way he can even feel your beating heart right against his back.

It felt like forever until Jungkook finally began to slow down. You hadn’t paid much attention to your surroundings and instead, actually calmed down into the ride. You could understand why the older man was content with riding, even if it wasn’t something you’d do on your own.

When Jungkook comes to a stop is when you release his waist, the warmth he had going with him. You lift the helmet from your head, blinking your eyes just a bit to adjust to the warm lighting coming from the tall building he’s parked in front of. 

“You…live here?” you ask him, eyes widening a bit.

The high-rise building is modern, surrounded by tall, black gates. The outside lights offer a warm, illuminating glow as Jungkook enters the code on the keypad. Slowly, the dark gates open.

You don’t bother putting the helmet back on as the motorcycle begins to move once more. Your eyes scan the high, floor to ceiling windows, all dark tinted glass for privacy. 

Jungkook drives through an open entrance that leads the two of you through a garage where several expensive cars - and other motorcycles - are parked. 

“I’m sorry again,” Jungkook begins as he parks his bike by a set of elevators. He turns off the motorcycle. “for dragging you out of there. I didn’t want you to do anything you’d regret when you were sober.”

He didn’t want you to do anything with someone that wasn’t him is what he kept to himself.

Jungkook gets off of the bike and turns towards you. He offers his hand for you to take. Hesitantly, you do.

“We can continue to party here.” Jungkook states as you get off of the bike yourself. He laces his fingers through yours. “If that’s fine with you.”

You swallow. Was there truly any going back? “Yeah.” you murmur. “It’s fine.”

Jungkook grins. He tugs you gently towards the elevator. It opens within seconds of Jungkook pressing the button. As you enter, the back of said elevator showcases a large floor length mirror that covers it entirely. You scan your appearance for a moment, your gloss a bit smudged and your eyes were only a bit red.

The elevator goes higher and higher while all you could do was watch the red numbers grow.

“You look nervous.” Jungkook grabs your attention. He lifts your intertwined hands up to his lips. He presses a kiss against your hand. 

Your eyes meet. 

“I think you brought me here to get me all alone.”

Your brows furrow for a moment at your own words. You hadn’t thought about what you were going to say before speaking it.

“And if I did?” Jungkook retorts. “Is that bad?”

The elevator continues to go higher and higher as Jungkook and you continue to peer at one another.

“N…” you shake your head gently. “...No.”

The elevator dings.

“And it’ll be our little secret?” Jungkook tilts his head a bit just as the elevator doors begin. The hallway is dimly lit in a cozy way. There’s only 2 doors on this floor and on opposite sides of one another. 

“Our little secret…” you murmur. 

You ponder how far things were going to go with Jungkook. Would you be the one to put an end to it, or would he? You weren’t sure how long you and he had until this would have to eventually end. If you’re lucky, mutually and without your cousin finding out about the betrayal.

The penthouse is modern and sleek - and entirely dark. The walls are a cream color while the overall decor is mostly black with charcoal tones. Instantly, you notice how high you were as your eyes peer out the floor to ceiling windows, the city lights outside appear so far below.

“It’s very clean here.” you think aloud, eyes scanning the tidy area. There’s a large, black leather sectional that has a glossy finish. The coffee table matches the couch, black but glass and it’s already holding alcohol, half full. 

“You take me for a slop?” Jungkook questions. He’s watching you peer around the penthouse. He wonders what you’re thinking. The first time he brought your cousin here, she hadn’t wanted to stay for long, stating that the penthouse - that she assured to mention was bought by his father - was too much space for one person. It’s why he often spent so much time at your apartment.

“Of course not.” you turn to face him. You inhale through your nose deeply before speaking again. “It’s nice. High…” you trail off. 

Jungkook’s lip twitches upwards. “It is.” he murmurs. “Sometimes I like to sit on the balcony railing.”

Your brows knit together and your eyes widen. “That’s dangerous!” you exclaim. “You can’t be that bored.”

Jungkook snickers. “I like the adrenaline that comes with it.” he states. “Want a drink?”

Jungkook has a variety of alcohol, you note. On the right wall, just underneath the mounted television, is a cooler. It’s tinted and at first glance, you thought it was one of those expensive electric fire places you saw.

“That’s a lot of alcohol for one person.” you note from behind him. 

“Luckily you’re here to help me, huh?” Jungkook takes out a variety. He isn’t expecting you to drink much, but he’s sure you’re still fairly new to it. He places them onto his coffee table besides the other bottles. “Sit down. You don’t have to be so awkward.”

You do as you’re told as Jungkook makes his way down the hall. He returns in under a minute with two shot glasses. You aren’t surprised that they’re tinted dark, as well. 

“So what? We’re just drinking?” you ponder. “For that, we could’ve gone back to the party.”

“So you can continue sucking my friends face off?” Jungkook questions. “Do or drink.”

“What?”

“Do,” Jungkook places the two glasses onto his coffee table. He grabs the closest bottle he could - tequila - and pops it open. “or drink. Or both, I’m down for whatever.”

“Like truth or dare?” you question as Jungkook pours two shots. 

“Yea. But this is just the dare option.” Jungkook’s eyes flicker to you, sparkling with mischief. “Let’s take a shot just to get it started.”

Jungkook holds out the shot glass for you. It’s filled to the brim and even away from your face you can smell how strong the tequila is.

“You chickening out?” 

You glance up from the shot to Jungkook, unamused. “No.” you respond. “We didn’t come all this way for nothing.”

Jungkook presses the shot to his lips. “Do what you want,” he murmurs before he downs the shot. His throat bobs as he swallows. “because you want to.”

Jungkook goes to pour another shot, but this time he holds it in his hands. You contemplate Jungkook’s words for a moment. You’re sure you understood it - do what you want, not what you think he wants you to do. 

Jungkook chuckles a bit when you take the shot, the harsh liquid burning your throat in just the right way. On the ride here, you felt yourself sobering up just a bit that you can now taste the alcohol that once went down like water at the party.

“So, are you going first?” you ask Jungkook, holding out your shot glass for him to fill.

“I can.” Jungkook offers you his own shot glass and takes yours to re-pour the alcohol. “Mild? Medium?”

“What?” 

Jungkook leans against the couch to get comfortable. 

“How tame is this game going to be?” Jungkook questions. “Since it’s your first time, we can play mildly-”

“Hot.” you deadpan.

Jungkook goes silent and in an instant, you contemplate maybe you were trying too hard.

“Or-”

“Hot it is. There’s no holding back.” Jungkook nods. “I dare you to strip.” Jungkook states. “Not nude.” Not yet, he thinks.

It isn’t anything new, you think, and yet you’re nervous. Jungkook’s eyes are peering at you, unblinking. Unmoving. You place the shot onto the coffee table and do as you’re dared to do. You start with your shirt, removing the fabric so slowly that Jungkook believes you’re intentionally teasing him. Your bra clings onto your chest and bounces ever so lightly when you finally get the shirt over your head.

The jean skirt is next and you get up for this. Jungkook feels his heart race at the sign of your panties. They’re simple cotton, he notes, but the simplicity adds on to his attraction towards you. You didn’t need to wear anything overly sexual for him to be aroused by you. He swallows just as you sit down and face him. 

“Your turn.” Jungkook murmurs, his eyes slowly trailing back to your face. 

“I dare you to do the same.”

When you watch Jungkook take the shot, your shoulders falter a bit. You weren’t expecting him to do that. 

However, Jungkook then unbuckles his belt as he stands. He removes his pants and discards them carelessly. He goes for his shirt next, your eyes fixed on his now exposed chest. The tattoos that connect from said chest, to his shoulder, all the way from his biceps to his hands. You find yourself swallowing as Jungkook sits down, this time closer to you.

“I guess it’s my turn again.” Jungkook hums. “Ya’ sure you’re not nervous?”

You swallow the lump in your throat. Jungkook’s closeness is evident by how his body heat radiates towards you. Your heart is beating in your chest rapidly that your tipsy mind swears it’ll explode right now.

“Why do you ask?” you respond, deflecting the question as the answer is obvious. Your palms were seconds from sweating. “Do I look nervous?”

Yes, Jungkook thinks, but he knows you by now. You wouldn’t be you if you weren’t a bundle of nerves and sexual tension.

Instead, Jungkook snickers. “Come here,” he says. He grasps the bottle from the coffee table and opens the bottle. The top flies off and Jungkook makes no move to capture it from wherever it’s fallen. You watch Jungkook take a swig from the bottle, a bit of the alcohol trailing down the corner of his lips and it hits his chest.

You scooted closer to Jungkook, your eyes glancing from his chest to the dark look in his eyes.

“I’m not going to bite you, baby.” Jungkook thinks how he wishes he could just sink his teeth into you and trail his tongue along your skin right about now. But he’ll take it slow. “It’s just me. It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

You hate to be reminded.

Was there any going back now? You and he both are half naked in his high rise apartment. It’s evident that something is going to happen.

No, you think, there wasn’t any going back. Jungkook spreads his legs just as you climb into his lip, his free hand settling onto your waist. 

“I dare you-”

“It’s my turn!” you exclaim.

Smirking, Jungkook shakes his head. “I never dared you to come to me, baby.” he says teasingly. He was right, you think, and your cheeks warm at the thought. “I dare you to kiss me.”

You don’t hesitate. Your hands place them on both sides of Jungkook’s cheeks and you press your lips onto his. Instantly, you can taste the tequila, but somehow he makes that bitter taste seem sweet.

Jungkook groans into your lips. It doesn’t take much for a dent to grow in his underwear and you feel it right at your core. 

“I dare you…” your nose nestles against Jungkook’s, your lips pressing into his again - and again. His hold onto your waist tightens, keeping you right in the spot he wants you. “...to tell me how you felt.”

Jungkook’s tongue trails along your bottom lip. “How I felt about what?” he breathes.

“When you watched me make out with your friend.” you say against his lips. “How did it make you feel?”

You lean away from him just enough for your eyes to meet. 

Jungkook tilts his head, dark eyes scanning your face. “Why?” he questions. “Did you do it to get a rise out of me?”

Without notice, your thighs tighten against his, your knees at his waist. 

“I think you did.” Jungkook murmurs. He’s still holding the bottom of tequila and he takes another swig. “You knew I was watching you the entire time, huh? You gave Taehyung something that took me months to get.”

“As far as I know, Taehyung is single.” you retort.

“Oh?” Jungkook snickers. “We know that doesn’t make a difference, baby, because if it did…” Jungkook’s free hand glides from your waist, to your ass. He knows he isn’t too intoxicated to imagine the throbbing right between your legs. “...you wouldn’t be with me right now.”

You gasp when Jungkook’s hand squeezes your ass, unblinking eyes watching you closely.

“Taehyung is one of my best friends,” Jungkook says. “but watching the way he got to touch you so easily made me want to kill him. He doesn’t deserve it.”

“And you do?”

“I do.” Jungkook presses his lips to yours again. He forces his tongue into your mouth and suckles onto yours. 

The kiss is needy, wet and entirely lewd and the both of you melt into it. It turns into something hotter; passionate. Your hips grinds automatically, your clit needily humping against Jungkook’s clothed bulge and Jungkook wishes he’d dared you to get completely naked instead. But he has to remind himself that you and he have more than enough time. The entire night, he thinks, and if he was lucky, the weekend entirely. Your cousin would be busy and wouldn’t notice her boyfriend and cousin away.

“Do you wanna stop?” Jungkook breaks the kiss first, much to his own dismay, but his mind is racing with different ways he wants to have you. He isn’t sure he’d be able to contain himself if things got any further.

“D-Do you?”

“Fuck, no.” Jungkook groans. “There’s so much I want to do to you, baby.”

Your thighs squeeze, ever so gently, Jungkook in. Your breathing increases and the older man knows that you're curious - as is the increasing heartbeat between your legs. 

“Like what?” you dare ask, Your mind flashes with that forbidden moment you and he shared in his car, his fingers plunging so deep inside of you that your thighs clench even tighter. 

“Excited?” 

There’s a squeeze on your ass that has your body jolting.

“Have you ever given anyone a body shot?” asks Jungkook, though he’s sure of the answer. 

You shake your head.

“I dare you to let me.” Jungkook’s eyes does that twinkle again. “My own way, at least.” he murmurs.

Slowly, you nod your head. You’re unsure what to expect so all you do is wait. Jungkook raises the bottle and just when you’re sure he’s about to take a sip from it, he doesn’t. Instead, he pours the liquid onto you. It falls down your neck, the cool liquid having you gasping. 

Jungkook presses himself closer to you, his tongue - warm in contrast to the alcohol - swirls against the soft skin of your breast as he licks up the trail of tequila he’s poured onto you.

Your body shudders as Jungkook’s warm tongue licks from your breast, to your collarbone and finally your neck. “You okay?” he questions from your neck. There's a twitch that you feel from where you’re sitting.

“Y-Yeah,” you say. “feels good.” you whisper, your tone so low and only a part of you wishing he hadn’t heard it.

Jungkook does hear it, because of course he does. It fuels him to continue, this time pouring the alcohol against your breast entirely and diving in. This time, his eyes flicker up at you as his tongue laps up the falling droplets. He studies your expression - parted lips, clouded eyes and arching back.

“You’re a lot dirtier than I thought.” Jungkook hums. His free hand releases your ass to replace it with your covered breast. Your bra is soaked, covered in tequila. Jungkook forces his finger through the bra, slowly sliding it so your breast could be fully free. “Was there a scene like this in those dirty books you read?”

You’re caught off guard by the question, but more off guard by the way Jungkook flicks your nipple with a greedy tongue. It’s all he needs until he’s snatching the bra off of you entirely and diving into your chest.

Your shock could only last so long. His hands engulf your breast entirely, kneading them in his palms as his tongue trails along your skin. He plops a nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling the excited bud in his mouth. He isn’t being calm about it. There wasn’t a need to be silent when you and he were here alone. He didn’t have to look over his shoulder to assure you and he were alone - he knew the two of you were.

“Hah~ Kook!” you gasp. His teeth, only gently, nipples at your nipple before he plops it from his lips. He stares hungrily at it before averting his eyes up to look at you. 

“You like it.” Jungkook dismisses. “I can feel your pussy, baby.”

You groan.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Jungkook assures. “It’s your turn, baby.”

You nearly forgot about the game. 

“Oh…okay.” you nod.

Jungkook has a low grin on his lips. It’s teasing and not at all taunting, but your heart is racing and your body is burning. You can feel the throbbing between your legs heavier and it’s even more evident now that so can he. 

Jungkook knows of your inexperience with it all, even claiming the “boys” you’ve been with weren’t anything compared to him. He isn’t wrong in the slightest, but you’re still embarrassed to sit here and know little of what you’re doing.

“I dare you to let me do a body shot off of you!” you exclaim. “In my own way.”

“Oh? Feeling bold?” Jungkook is intrigued. He lifts the tequila bottle for you to take.

With shaking hands, you do. You glance at him, his eyes watching your every move that there isn’t any way you could fuck this up and embarrass yourself further. 

Liquid courage, you think to yourself, and lift the bottle to your lips and take a swig. It doesn't burn when it goes down.

Then, your eyes trail to Jungkook’s shoulders, his tattoos on his chest that connect to the sleeve that makes him even more of an attractive man.

“Nervous?” 

Jungkook’s voice gets you out of your thoughts again.

“You’re so cute, you know?”

You squeeze the bottle. 

“I’m not nervous.” you mumble the lie, even if there wasn’t a need to do so. Jungkook knows you by now. “It’s just you.”

You get off of Jungkook’s lap - much to his dismay - and hover above him long enough to splash his chest with the alcohol. He flinches a bit, but doesn’t speak. You pour more than you intended to, the alcohol trailing from his chest, down his abs and unintentionally to his bulge. 

Jungkook doesn’t say anything. Instead, his lips twitched upwards. He truly does think you’re cute, his cock twitching at the soft look in your eyes - the naivety and innocence he adores.

You swallow, dropping to your knees in front of him. You place the nearly empty bottle down beside you with nervous hands. Your eyes, those same eyes he adores, look up at him as your tongue places itself onto his clothed bulge. 

Instantly, Jungkook’s breath hitches. Both of your hands glide upwards onto his thighs as your tongue trails upwards from his twitching bulge, to his abdomen. Your eyes remain on his, licking up the tequila from his abs, to his tattooed chest. Your tongue doesn’t stop until you’re at his neck, and even then you replace your tongue with your lips, pressing a kiss to the nape of it.

“You look nervous.” you tease. 

You remove yourself from his neck to catch Jungkook’s expression.

“It’s always the shy girls, isn’t it?” Jungkook pecks your lips before you could get too far away from him. 

“Your turn.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath. “I dare you to tell me a fantasy of yours.”

Your brows knit together.

“Don’t look like that.” Jungkook snickers. “All those dirty books you read, there has to be something in there you fantasize about. You told me you touch yourself,” a tattooed hand places itself in your inner thigh and squeezes it. “and I felt how wet that pussy could get. So tell me.”

And like before, Jungkook takes back control. You wouldn't know what to do with it, anyways.

“I always fantasized about being fucked hard.”

Jungkook’s ears perk as you speak.

“When I read, I imagine it’s me being fucked like how they are.” you continue. You’ve never told anyone about the books you read, or about anything about your own fantasies. 

“And how are they fucked?”

There’s another squeeze to your thigh.

“Hard.” you whisper. “Disrespectfully. Like they’re…claimed.”

For a few moments, you and Jungkook are silently staring at one another. The tension is high, heat radiating off of the both of you. He’s just as sticky as you are, his hold on you never untightening. 

“I guess it’s my turn.” you break the silence. “I dare you…”

Jungkook’s unblinking.

“...fulfill my fantasy.”

A tighter squeeze to your thigh.

“Claim me as yours. It’ll be our little secret.” 

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice. You’re pushed onto the leather couch rapidly and within seconds, your panties are pulled off of you. He’s on top of you, forcing your thighs apart so he can see your pussy in all its glory. 

“I knew you were a slut.” Jungkook leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “My slut to claim as my own, is that right?”

“Yea~” you gasp out as Jungkook’s lips kiss your chin, to your chest. “Your slut.”

Jungkook likes the sound of it. He continues to kiss down your body until he’s right between your legs. You’re so wet, your clit puffy and begging for any attention, and he’s fully prepared to give it just that. His tongue is flat and drags between your folds slowly to savor that sweet taste of you -  a taste his mind suddenly tells him that Taehyung could’ve had.

Taehyung.

Kim Taehyung, his friend and a man you just met could’ve had this sweet pussy on his tongue right now. 

Now, Jungkook is entirely pissed at just the possibility - even if the chances were low - of him being in this position. His hands slam down on your inner thighs that are threatening to close around him, and he dives directly into your clit. His tongue circles harshly around it, relentless and utterly obsessed. 

“K-Kook, wait-” 

The words leave you. Regardless, they fall on deaf ears. His tongue laps from below, all the way to the top, his head bobbing from side to side.

Your lower back arches a bit as Jungkook claims you as you tell him to, your cunt fully exposed to his mouth. Your hands clench together and your nails dig into your palm.

“Now that I’ve claimed this pussy as my own, it’s only right that only I get to have it.”

It’s a ludicrous request coming from a man in a relationship, but he wouldn’t be a man if he didn’t have audacity. Your mind is far too consumed with pleasure to care about how insane it sounds, but you’re agreeing without any thoughts, nodding your head dumbly.

Jungkook solidifies it by popping two fingers inside of you, your wet pussy squelching obscenely. He pushes them in deeper and deeper, your gummy walls clasping around them as he goes knuckles deep.

“My pretty pussy,” 

Jungkook pumps, his tongue circling your clit to add onto your madness. He keeps his fingers deep, stretching you out just the way he knows you like and in return, you continue to press your sweet cunt against his greedy tongue. 

Jungkook laps your juices up, relentlessly even when you’re squirming and squealing above him. Your thighs shake and your eyes are rolling, overstimulation flowing through your entire body. You haven’t felt this before, you think, being fully doted on has your body spasming, but wanting more.

You break into a high-pitched whimper as Jungkook’s warm tongue remains on your clit, suckling and twirling, as his fingers pump brutally inside you. He was milking you for all you had to give him, his fingers fully coated in milky arousal.

“Fuck - I-I feel…cu-umming~”

Your body is trembling entirely, back continuing to arch right into him. Your eyes squeeze shut, your moans growing louder and drawn out. 

Jungkook feels it, the way your pussy spasms around his pumping fingers, clenching and unclenching as if begging to be mercied, but he doesn’t allow you any. No, he continues on lapping onto your clit that your toes curl, the overstimulation now turning into pain - not an uncomfortable one, but the pleasurable kind. 

Your body gives out, arousal pooling out of you just as his fingers do. They splash onto his couch, but he couldn’t find it in him to care; not when you looked this delectable. 

You’re gasping, but Jungkook isn’t one to waste time. No, you told him to claim you as his and he has every plan to do just that. 

Your eyes snap open when you feel something slide past your lips. 

“Suck them,” Jungkook demands, his fingers deep in your mouth. “Taste how good you are.”

You groan, your eyes fluttering with just how obscene this all is - and how much you loved it.

You do as you’re told, like the good slut you told Jungkook you were, your fingers suckling on the two digits in your mouth, fluttering eyes looking up at Jungkook innocently.

Jungkook shakes his head, licking his lips of the same taste. “My good little slut.” he murmurs. “You act so shy and reserved, but we know what you really are.”

Jungkook removes his fingers from your lips, your saliva coating them. 

With a hitched breath, you say, “Y-Your….slut?”

“Exactly.” 

Jungkook pushes his underwear down and kicks them off. His cock springs out, tip flushed and oozing with sticky cum. It’s pretty, you think, veins drawn down them.

“Tell me what you want.”

You swallow. “I want you to fuck me.” 

Jungkook groans as he wraps a hand around his cock. “You have a dirty mouth, baby.”

You watch Jungkook, eyes fixed on how hot he looks. Watching a man touch himself has never intrigued you, but you understood why not. They weren’t Jeon Jungkook.

“I thought about fucking you for so long, you know?” Jungkook admits. “Filling you full of my cum.”

Your cheeks grow hot. “I…” you blink a few times. “I’m not…on anything.”

Jungkook tilts his head. “That’s okay.” he murmurs. “I’ll buy you something tomorrow.”

You aren’t in the right mind to deny him, so you nod and say, “Okay.”

You’re so submissive that Jungkook pumps his cock harder. “You’d let me?” he asks, almost in disbelief. “Of course you’d let me…” he breaks out in a grin. 

You nod your head. “I’d let you.” you assure, eyes flickering between his cock to his eyes. “Please fuck me, Kook.”

Grunting, Jungkook finds himself between your legs faster than either of you could fathom. He hikes a leg upward, the tip of his cock at your entrance. He cannot believe how wet you are, your warmth oozing onto his tip. He rubs it against your clit and between your folds, marveling at how perfect it all looked from up above. 

“I’ll fuck you real good, baby.” Jungkook groans. 

Your back arches yet again as Jungkook begins to enter you. He feels the hair on his arms lift as a shudder runs up his spine. A moan slips past parted lips, his mind pondering how anyone could be this tight, but then he has to remember that you don’t do this often. Your body was trying to get comfortable with having something inside of you.

“I knew you’d feel good,” Jungkook whispers, voice hoarse. He’s speaking mainly to himself, but you hear him just the same. 

Jungkook ruts his hips and watches your expression. Your eyes roll while your thighs widen just a bit, a silent plea for more, and it’s exactly what he gives you. He goes deeper, tip reaching places you’ve never felt it before that has your toes curling. Your walls cage him in, practically begging him to never leave.

The couch creaks beneath the force of his thrusts, the rubbery leather molding into your skin. Your breasts pounce with each impact, followed by the satisfied squelching of your pussy.

“-harder,” you breathe, your hands reaching for nothing in particular while your eyes don’t focus on anything. “Please.”

Grunting, Jungkook shakes his head. His hold on your tightens as he presses your knees to your chest. “Greedy girl,” he hisses, but who was he to not give you what you want? He slams into you this, his cock drilling harder and harder like you’ve asked him too. "Look at you, squirming under me." 

Your pussy continues to squelch loudly, offering its own contribution to the lewd sounds. Creaking couch, high-pitched moans, followed by the occasional grunts and skin slapping. 

You were seeing stars now, slipping in and out of your high as your pussy flutters around Jungkook’s ramming cock. 

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” Jungkook whimpers, lowering himself. His hair tickles your forehead. “I waited so long to feel this pussy around me.”

This is bad, but the rational part of you is hidden deep behind lust and intoxication. You couldn’t bring yourself to care about what you and Jungkook were doing now while your cousins were none the wiser. Maybe it’s that fact that has you tightening around her boyfriend, begging him for more and more until you’re cumming.

Jungkook isn’t done with you yet. After all, you and he had the entire night. He takes a quick break to pop a nipple back into his mouth, his tongue lavishing against the bud possessively.  Then, he turns your body around easily and enters you once more. Your ass from this position looks amazing and with each punishing thrusts, his eyes are fixated on it.

“F-Fuuuck, Kook. Slow-”

“You can take it!” Jungkook hisses.

 Your face is buried into the couch, your back arched allowing the man to do as he pleases to you. Your thighs are coated with sticky arousal that pools out of you with each pump.

“I’m just giving you what you wanted, right?” 

He was, you think, and damn did it feel too good. Each thrust was completely animalistic and focused, claiming you entirely. Jungkook isn’t sure why his mind drifts back to the way you kiss Taehyung so freely, but he does know that the way his hands grip onto your hips possessively and hold you in place that it’s an act that would never happen again.

“Don’t stop, Kook, pl-lease!” you hiccup those encouraging words that have Jungkook going over the edge. “So close~”

“Gonna cum already, baby? That’s not fair, I haven’t came yet.” Jungkook teases. “Pretty pussy dripping all over me.”

“Cum in me then.” you exclaim, your eyes growing glossy with how good it all felt. You can feel the pressure building up in the pits of your stomach again.

“Shit!” Jungkook rasps. One hand lets go of your hips to slam them on the couch right beside your head. He leans down, the other hand having a good grip on your waist as he continues to drill into you. “Pretty girl, are you crying?”

Jungkook is so smug. His lips press against your shoulders, eyes focused on the way the overstimulated tears slide down your cheeks.

“-cumming,” you whisper, eyes squeezing shut and letting out the remainder of the tears. Jungkook groans when your pussy clenches around him as you cum, your body shuddering beneath him. “I’m cumming, too.” he hisses, grinding thrusts pumping in and out rapidly until the final one shoots cum right inside of you. It’s so hot and seemingly endless, his cock pulsing in a way it hasn’t in so long.

part 2 ½

Desperation has a way of rewriting your morals. It convinces good people to cross lines they once swore they would never touch, somehow making it feel like the only choice left.

"Let's check out the beer house tonight." Hanni said, wiggling her eyebrows as she leaned against the kitchen counter. "I heard it's packed with rich people on Fridays."

Your brows knitted together. "A beer house?"

A knowing smirk tugged at Hanni's lips. She swept 1her dark hair into a messy bun before pulling out the chair beside the table, giving the seat a light tap as she gestured for you to sit.

The moment you settled across from her, she propped her elbows on the table and leaned in…There was a familiar gleam in her eyes—the kind that only appeared whenever she had a new scheme brewing. 

"It's one of the most popular beer houses in the city," she explained. "The drinks alone cost more than what we spend on groceries in a week. People who go there don't think twice before throwing money around, which means they're exactly the kind of people we're looking for."

You couldn't help but picture it.

Crowded tables, loud music and half-empty bottles scattered across polished wooden counters. Men laughing far too loudly, their faces flushed from alcohol, expensive watches gleaming beneath the dim lights while thick leather wallets bulged inside the pockets of tailored trousers.

You frowned, unease settling in your chest.

"I'm pretty sure it'll be full of drunk old men, Hanni." you rested your chin against your palm. “Doesn't that sound a little... dangerous?”

Hanni dismissed the concern with a careless wave of her hand.

"They'll be too wasted to notice us," she said with a shrug. "Besides, those are the guys with money. A few missing bills won't even cross their minds."

She leaned even closer, lowering her voice as though she were about to reveal the greatest secret in the world.

"Just give them a sweet smile," she said, the corners of her lips curling into something dangerously playful. "Make them think you've taken an interest in them. Laugh at their terrible jokes, let them believe they're charming..." 

She snapped her fingers between the two of you. "And before they even realize what's happening, you've already walked away with their wallet—or better yet, their credit cards."

A life built on stolen fortunes, calculated manipulation, and carefully crafted deception.

The words no longer sting the way they used to. They've become as familiar as your own name, each one another thread woven into the person you've become. What once filled you with guilt now slips through your fingers as though it was never yours to carry.

Perhaps that's what desperation does.

It doesn't ask you to become someone else. It simply teaches you how to live with the stranger you've become.

Earlier that evening, you and Hanni gathered everything you had stolen throughout the month, laying each piece across the small wooden table between you.

"We only gathered six hundred dollars this month, Y/N... This won't be enough."

A phone, a handful of jewelry, two wallets, and a watch clattered against the worn wood before settling into a messy pile.

"This won't cover this month's rent..." she let out a weary sigh, her manicured nails tapping absentmindedly against the tabletop as she stared at the stolen valuables and the few crumpled bills scattered between them. "And we still have enrollment next month."

Your lips fell into a pout. "But the jewelry I stole is real gold."

You reached for the bracelet, turning it beneath the light. The polished links gleamed against your fingers.

Hanni only sighed again, the exhaustion in her expression deepening.

"It's low-karat gold, Y/N. And there's barely enough of it to be worth anything." she rubbed her temple before glancing at the rest of the pile. "If you manage to steal more next time, maybe we'll actually get something decent for it."

You looked back down at the bracelet, the weight of her words settling heavier than the gold resting in your palm.

You weren't born into wealth…from kindergarten until the day you graduated high school, scholarships carried you through your education. Without them, you doubted you would've made it that far. 

College was different.

Moving out had seemed like the responsible decision at the time. Renting a small apartment near the university was cheaper than spending money on transportation every day between your hometown and campus, and you couldn't bring yourself to ask your parents for more than they were already giving. 

So you packed your clothes into two worn-out bags, hugged your mother goodbye, listened to your father's endless reminders to eat properly, and promised them you would be fine.

Your father spent his days baking homemade bread before the sun had fully risen, while your mother worked quietly as a bookkeeper, carefully balancing numbers that never seemed to balance in your own household. Together, they earned just enough to keep food on the table and a roof over your heads.

Needs always came first.

Wants became something you learned to admire from a distance.

Yet, strangely enough, you never felt deprived.

Your home was small, tucked away in a quiet neighborhood where everybody knew everybody, but it was always filled with warmth. 

While your classmates spoke about family vacations abroad, arrived at school carrying luxury handbags, and replaced perfectly good shoes simply because a newer pair had been released, you found comfort in simpler things. 

The smell of freshly baked bread lingering in the kitchen before sunrise. The sound of your father humming while kneading dough. Your mother's gentle voice reminding you not to skip breakfast, even when she knew you were running late.

You loved that life.

More importantly, you loved the people who gave it to you.

Which was why, when college came, you couldn't bear the thought of asking them for more. Every dollar they handed you felt heavier than the last, weighted by sacrifices they never spoke about but could never hide. 

You watched your father work longer hours. You noticed your mother's tired eyes after another day spent staring at ledgers and receipts. They never complained…not once—but love has a way of revealing exhaustion long before words ever do.

So you promised yourself that you would become lighter.

You moved out. You searched for part-time jobs. You told yourself that no matter how difficult life became, you would survive without asking your parents to carry you any farther.

You really believed honest work would be enough.

Finding a cheap apartment hadn't been easy, and if there was one stroke of luck you could still thank the universe for, it was meeting Hanni.

You found her through a post looking for a roommate. She needed someone to split the rent, and you needed somewhere you could actually afford. 

The apartment sat only a few minutes away from the university, saving you the transportation costs you had spent countless nights calculating over and over again.

Hanni turned out to be easier to live with than you expected. She wasn't the type to spend recklessly or chase after things she didn't need. Like you, she stretched every dollar until there was nothing left to stretch. 

For the first few months, you lived off your savings.

Each rent payment made the envelope thinner. Each grocery trip reminded you that numbers disappeared far quicker than they were earned. You searched for work every chance you got, walking into cafés, convenience stores, restaurants—any place with a "Now Hiring" sign taped to the window.

When a fast-food restaurant finally hired you as a server, you thought things were finally looking up.

You couldn't remember the last time you had been so relieved. The excitement, however, didn't last very long.

The paycheck barely reached your hands before it already belonged somewhere else. Half disappeared into rent. Another portion went to groceries, transportation, and the endless expenses college quietly demanded. 

Scholarships covered your tuition, but not everything else. There were laboratory fees, books that professors insisted were mandatory, printed materials, projects, uniforms, and countless little payments that no one ever warned you about.

The money came in. It left even faster.

And no matter how carefully you budgeted every cent, by the end of each month, you always found yourself staring at the same conclusion.

It still wasn't enough.

Hanni, however, never seemed to struggle the way you did.

For reasons she never fully explained, she always had money tucked away somewhere. Not enough to live lavishly, but enough to ease the constant pressure that settled on your shoulders every time rent was due. 

Naturally, you asked where all that money came from. Hanni would only shrug, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips as though the answer amused her.

"I have a lot of sidelines," she'd say, never bothering to explain any further. 

It was vague enough to end the conversation, yet suspicious enough to keep your curiosity alive.

Eventually, you stopped asking…but you never stopped noticing. 

One afternoon she'd come home carrying the newest phone model, casually placing it on the kitchen counter while she searched the refrigerator for something to eat. 

The following day, it would already be gone. 

Sometimes it was a watch. Other times it was a gold necklace or a designer wallet. The items constantly changed, disappearing almost as quickly as they appeared, but you never questioned her. 

It wasn't until the two of you had grown close enough that she finally trusted you with the truth. 

You remembered expecting disgust to settle in your stomach the moment she confessed. Instead, all you felt was curiosity. 

Hanni told her story so casually, as though she were recalling an ordinary childhood memory instead of admitting to a crime.

She learned how to steal when she was still a little girl. Whenever she picked up a toy at a store or tore open a packet of snacks while trailing beside her mother, no one questioned her. People rarely suspected children, and Hanni learned that long before she understood the weight of what she was doing.

What started as childish curiosity slowly became instinct. Instinct became skill, skill became confidence, and confidence eventually became survival. 

By the time she reached adulthood, stealing was no longer something she occasionally did—it was simply how she made a living. 

She wasn't born into comfort either. Her family had struggled just as much as yours, if not more, and perhaps that was why you found it difficult to judge her. 

You knew what it felt like to lie awake at night wondering how another month would pass. 

You knew what desperation looked like because you had seen it reflected in your parents' exhausted smiles, hidden behind reassuring words they never truly meant. Maybe that was why her confession never horrified you.

Desperation has a peculiar way of changing people.

Because somewhere deep inside, in a place you refused to acknowledge, you understood exactly why she had chosen this path.

"You should blend in. Don't wear those ridiculous jackets or black caps." Hanni chuckled, uncapping the marker in her hand before turning to the small whiteboard hanging beside the refrigerator. 

She drew little stick figures and arrows as if she were giving a university lecture instead of teaching you how to commit crimes. There were circles around the words confidence, timing, and exit, each one underlined twice before she tapped the marker against the board. 

It sounded embarrassingly simple…but it wasn’t.

Your first theft had been nothing more than a granola bar from a convenience store, yet your hands had trembled so violently you almost dropped it before reaching the exit. Your heart pounded against your ribs with enough force to convince you everyone around could hear it.

Every customer who glanced in your direction felt like security in disguise, every beep from the cashier sounded like an alarm, and by the time the automatic doors slid open behind you, your palms were slick with sweat around the tiny snack bar you had risked so much to steal.

Hanni, meanwhile…walked out carrying a bottle of wine, two bags of cheetos, and three packs of mini m&m's tucked somewhere beneath her oversized cardigan. She looked utterly unbothered, stopping only to ask whether you wanted to eat at the nearby park before either of you went home. 

You remembered staring at her with your mouth slightly open, unable to understand how someone could steal so much and still have the composure to worry about dinner.

She only laughed. "It gets easier."

You hated how right she was.

Over the following weeks, your trembling hands gradually learned to stay still. You learned that people rarely questioned someone who acted like they belonged. 

Confidence, Hanni often said, was the greatest disguise anyone could wear, and manipulation was nothing more than convincing people to believe the version of you that benefited them most. 

You practiced smiling at strangers. You practiced maintaining eye contact. You practiced walking away without looking back.

Little by little, it became easier to silence the guilt.

Two months later, you could finally say you were improving. Your movements were steadier, your excuses more believable, your lies smoother than they had ever been before. 

Even so, whenever you compared yourself to Hanni, you still felt like an amateur watching a professional at work. She stole with an ease you doubted you would ever possess.

"Hanni, I'm not good at seducing people... you know that." you let out a groan, dropping your forehead onto the table with a dull thud. 

For all the confidence you had slowly learned to fake while stealing, anything involving men was an entirely different story. 

You have no experience.

Your thefts still involved people, but you always kept your distance…especially from men. You waited for moments of carelessness, slipping valuables from unattended bags, distracted shoppers, or pockets left carelessly exposed before disappearing into the crowd.

It was safer that way. The rewards were smaller, perhaps, but it meant you never had to charm, distract, or make someone lower their guard just to steal from them.

After all, you were still an amateur.

Romance had always seemed like a luxury you couldn't afford. 

While your classmates spent their weekends going on dates or gossiping about their newest crushes, you spent yours calculating expenses and wondering whether instant noodles could count as dinner for the fourth night in a row.

Hanni had pointed it out countless times before.

According to her, manipulating people wasn't always about lying. 

With men, it was about making them believe they had a chance with you. 

The problem was…you had no idea how to do that. 

You didn't know how to flirt, how to bat your eyelashes, or how to laugh at someone's terrible jokes without making it painfully obvious you were pretending. The thought alone made your stomach twist into nervous knots.

Hanni rolled her eyes, dismissing every excuse before you even had the chance to finish making one.

"Oh, stop it." she waved a hand dramatically. "You're very pretty, Y/N. Don't give me that bullshit! Just smile at them…one cute little smile and I guarantee they'll be tripping over themselves to impress you."

You buried your face deeper into your arms."But, Hanni—"

"No buts." she sprang to her feet before you could protest again, practically skipping toward her bedroom. A moment later, she returned with two shopping bags swinging from her hands, the grin on her face growing impossibly wider.

"Besides, I already bought us dresses for tonight." she giggled.

Oh, you were doomed.

"This is so short," you complained, tugging at the hem of the black spaghetti-strap dress for what had to be the tenth time. Every time you managed to pull it down another inch, it simply rode back up the moment you took another step, as though the fabric itself was determined to embarrass you.

Hanni had insisted on doing everything herself. Your hair fell in loose, natural waves over your shoulders, soft enough to hide the nervous rise and fall of your breathing. She had done your makeup too, dusting the slightest touch of glitter across your eyelids that shimmered every time the streetlights caught your face. 

Even before you reached your destination, your feet were already protesting against the thin, strappy heels wrapped around your ankles, each step reminding you that beauty demanded sacrifices you had never volunteered to make.

Hanni glanced at you before letting out an amused laugh. "I can't see your panties from here, so you're fine."

You shot her an unamused look, earning another laugh from her.

Unlike you, Hanni looked completely at ease. 

Her dark green off-the-shoulder dress hugged her figure effortlessly, paired with matching heels that clicked confidently against the pavement. Her hair was swept into a messy updo that somehow looked intentionally elegant rather than rushed, and with the confidence she carried herself, no one would ever guess that the two of you struggled to pay rent every month.

Together, you looked exactly like the kind of girls who had never worried about money a day in their lives.

Which was almost funny.

Because hidden beneath expensive-looking dresses and carefully applied makeup were two women desperately hoping to walk away with someone else's wallet, watch, jewelry—or anything valuable enough to buy another month of survival.

"Okay, let's order a drink first and look around," Hanni said, her voice barely audible beneath the chatter spilling out from inside the beer house as she pushed the heavy wooden door open.

You followed closely behind, your heartbeat already beginning to pick up.

You had spent the entire walk convincing yourself that the place would be filled with loud, drunken old men slumped over tables, too intoxicated to notice a missing wallet or an expensive watch. Instead, your expectations dissolved the moment your eyes adjusted to the dim amber lights.

The place was crowded…not just with old men, but with all kinds of people. Groups of friends occupied long wooden tables, raising glasses every time the football match playing on the massive television reached an exciting moment. Couples sat tucked away in quieter corners, talking over bottles of beer, while businessmen who looked as though they had come straight from the office loosened their ties and laughed with colleagues over overflowing pitchers.

Your gaze drifted toward the long wooden bar stretching across one side of the room, shelves behind it neatly lined with bottles you had only ever seen locked behind glass displays. The smell of grilled meat and fried food lingered in the air, mixing with the bitter scent of beer, while a small band adjusted their instruments on the stage, preparing for the night ahead.

You quietly took a deep breath, trying to calm the nervous flutter building inside your chest. 

You had been stealing for two months now, yet every new place made you feel like it was your first all over again. The fear of getting caught never truly disappeared—it only learned how to hide beneath your smile.

Hanni walked through the crowd without a hint of hesitation, weaving between tables before claiming two empty seats near the stage. When the server approached, she greeted him with an easy smile, the kind that belonged to someone who had come for nothing more than a quiet drink after a long week.

"Two draft beers, please."

The server nodded before disappearing toward the counter.

Hanni waited until he was out of earshot before her eyes swept across the room once more, lingering only for a second before the corner of her lips slowly lifted.

"I found your table." Hanni raised a brow, the corner of her lips curling into a knowing smile.

You pouted, instinctively following her gaze as your eyes wandered across the crowded beer house. Round wooden tables filled nearly every corner, occupied by groups of men laughing over clinking bottles, scattered glasses, and the remnants of another round.

Of course she'd choose men. You had long grown used to Hanni's reasoning.

Men were easier to distract…and according to her, far easier to manipulate than women.

"Which one?" you asked, squinting as you searched through the sea of unfamiliar faces.

Hanni let out a quiet laugh before leaning closer, her perfume briefly overpowering the scent of beer lingering in the air. "The third table near the bar," she whispered, careful not to draw attention. "They look a little older than us. Not too old, though." 

She grinned mischievously. "I'd say they're giving daddy vibes."

You frowned at her. “Ugh, Hanni!”

Slowly, your gaze followed the direction she had subtly pointed, finally landing on the group she had been watching.

There were seven of them gathered around one of the larger tables, completely absorbed in their own conversation. They couldn't have been much older than Hanni had guessed, perhaps somewhere in their late twenties or early thirties. 

Dressed in simple shirts, rugged jeans, and jackets carelessly draped over the backs of their chairs, they looked more like friends unwinding after a long week than the wealthy businessmen you had imagined on your walk there.

At first glance, there was nothing remarkable about them. Yet the longer you watched, the easier it became to notice the details.

A watch that caught the light every time one of them lifted his beer. A phone left face-up beside an overflowing ashtray without a second thought. Car keys, wallets, and cigarette packs lay scattered across the wooden table between bottles of beer and half-finished baskets of bar snacks, abandoned in the comfort of good company.

They laughed loudly, occasionally teasing one another, while wisps of cigarette smoke curled lazily into the air above them. They were so engrossed in their own little world that they never once looked your way.

"What do you think?" Hanni asked, her eyes never leaving the group near the bar."I say you target that table while I take the one near the door."

Your gaze lingered on the men for another moment before dropping to the table between you. Almost as if on cue, the server returned with your drinks, carefully placing two glasses of draft beer in front of you. Tiny bubbles rushed to the surface beneath a thick layer of foam, the chilled glass immediately collecting beads of condensation.

Hanni thanked him with a smile before wrapping her fingers around her glass. She looked... excited. There was always a certain spark in her eyes before a job, one you had grown familiar with over the past two months. 

While your stomach twisted itself into knots, hers seemed to settle. The closer she came to danger, the calmer she became.

Your fingers traced the condensation gathering around your own glass as you quietly stared into the golden beer. The thought of walking up to a table full of strangers, pretending to be interested in one of them, was enough to make your stomach tighten. 

You had spent the last two months learning how to steal, how to lie without stumbling over your words, how to smile convincingly enough for people to lower their guard. 

But flirting? That was something entirely different.

Still...

You glanced down at the dress hugging your figure before absentmindedly smoothing the fabric over your thighs. Hanni had spent her own money buying it for you. She had curled your hair, done your makeup, and patiently convinced you that you looked like you belonged in a place like this. She had done everything she could to make tonight successful.

The least you could do was try.

The numbers flashed through your mind before you could stop them, reminding you how little time you had left before another payment was due. 

You drew in a slow breath before finally looking back at Hanni, offering her a small smile that carried far more determination than confidence.

"Alright," you said with determination. "I promise I'll do my best."

Her face immediately brightened. "That's my girl!"

She lifted her glass toward yours with a grin so wide it was almost contagious.

"Cheers to that, baby."

The soft clink echoed between you, disappearing almost instantly beneath the laughter, music, and the constant hum of conversations filling the beer house.

Easy…smile, flirt and steal.

After a couple of minutes spent nursing your drinks and quietly familiarizing yourselves with the beer house, Hanni caught your eye from across the table. She gave the slightest nod—a silent signal the two of you had long grown accustomed to. 

It was time.

You rose from your seat, smoothing the wrinkles from your dress before letting your fingers comb through your hair, tucking a few loose strands behind your ear. Hanni disappeared into the crowd without another word, already making her way toward her own target, while you headed in the opposite direction, forcing yourself to wear the kind of smile she had spent weeks teaching you. Soft enough to seem approachable…confident enough to belong.

The barstool closest to their table sat empty.

You slipped onto it, offering the bartender a polite smile as he passed by before pretending to study the rows of bottles displayed behind the counter. From the corner of your eye, your attention never truly left the table behind you.

Your heartbeat steadied, not because you were any less nervous…but because your mind had finally begun doing what Hanni had trained it to do.

Observe.

A few wallets lay carelessly on the wooden table, abandoned without a second thought by men too engrossed in conversation to notice their surroundings. Your fingers twitched ever so slightly.

Tonight, maybe two wallets would be enough. Any more than that would only invite unnecessary attention.

Your gaze lingered for another second before drifting higher, carefully studying each of the men one by one. 

If you were going to approach someone tonight, it couldn't be just anyone. You needed the one who looked the wealthiest, the one whose watch alone could cover next month's rent, whose jewelry might be worth more than everything you and Hanni had managed to steal over the past few months combined.

You couldn't flirt with all of them. So if you were going to take the risk, you might as well choose the wealthiest one.

Your eyes drifted from one man to another, careful not to linger for too long. 

One wore a pair of silver earrings that matched the chain resting against his chest. Another—the one with dimples that appeared every time he laughed—had an elegant silver watch wrapped around his wrist, the polished metal glimmering beneath the warm lights whenever he reached for his beer. The man beside him looked much simpler, dressed in an ordinary black shirt without a single piece of jewelry to catch your attention, and you dismissed him almost immediately.

You kept looking.

Until your gaze landed on a tattooed hand lazily wrapped around the neck of a beer bottle.

Silver rings adorned nearly every finger, each one different from the next, and just above them rested a watch that looked far too expensive to belong in your world. Your eyes followed the slow movement of his hand as he lifted the bottle to his lips, only to notice the gold chain disappearing beneath the collar of his dark shirt. 

His ear was adorned with several silver earrings, each one catching the amber light whenever he turned toward one of his friends. When he tilted his head back for another sip, the small silver ring through his lower lip glinted just as brightly.

Then your gaze wandered lower…a pair of Porsche keys hung carelessly from the belt loop of his black jeans, swinging gently whenever he shifted in his seat as though they were nothing more than an ordinary keychain.

You quietly looked away before he could catch you staring, your heartbeat quickening as your fingers curled around the wooden counter.

Target locked.

You immediately order a shot of tequila, not to get drunk, but to act drunk.

Hanni had told you that people lowered their guard around someone who seemed tipsy. A little laugh that lingered too long, a gaze that wandered a little too often, movements just clumsy enough to look believable. It made approaching strangers easier.

You thanked the bartender with a polite smile before resting your elbow against the counter. From the corner of your eye, your attention drifted back to the table.

His back was mostly facing you, making it difficult to study him without being obvious. Every now and then he'd turn toward one of his friends, giving you a brief glimpse of his side profile before looking away again, and somehow those fleeting seconds were enough for you to notice far more than you intended.

His jaw was clean and sharply defined, catching the amber glow whenever he tipped his head back to drink. A straight nose balanced his features effortlessly, while soft strands of dark hair fell across his forehead, shifting every time he ran a hand through them. Every so often, you caught sight of his dark round eyes, softened by the alcohol he'd been drinking, their usual alertness replaced by a lazy heaviness that made them unexpectedly... pretty.

Your brows knitted together. 

You were supposed to be memorizing his belongings Y/N! Not his face!

The bartender slid your tequila across the counter. You murmured a quiet thank you before lifting the glass to your lips, taking only a small sip. The burn barely had time to settle in your throat before your eyes sneakily wandered back toward the table.

"Huh?"  

His seat was empty!

Your brows furrowed as your eyes searched the group, confusion replacing the confidence you had spent the last several minutes trying so hard to build.

"Looking for me?” a deep chuckle sounded from behind you.

Your eyes widened, you turned so quickly you nearly knocked your drink over.

Even with you sitting down, he towered over you with ease, one side of his body leaning casually against the polished wooden counter. Up close, the details you had only managed to steal glances of moments ago became impossible to ignore—the silver rings decorating his fingers, the tattoos stretching over his right arm, the small hoop piercing his lower lip, and those heavy-lidded eyes now looking directly into yours.

The corner of his mouth curled upward…amused.

As though he'd caught you doing something you weren't supposed to.

"H-Hi!" you greeted, your voice coming out much smaller than you intended as you struggled to hide how badly he had startled you.

What the fuck.

For a split second, every lesson Hanni had drilled into your head disappeared. Your carefully rehearsed smile, your excuses, the confident persona you had spent two months trying to build—they all vanished the moment he caught you off guard.

He raised a brow, the corner of his mouth lifting ever so slightly.

"May I help you?"

Your own brows drew together before you could stop them, your smile faltering for the briefest moment.

"Hm?"

"You kept looking at me." he chuckled, low and amused.

There wasn't even a hint of uncertainty in his voice, as though he'd caught you staring several times already and had simply decided to humor you instead of calling you out for it. 

Heat rushed to your cheeks almost instantly, your mind scrambling for something—anything…that would keep your act from falling apart before it had even begun.

Trying to save yourself, you immediately gave him a flirty smile.

"Oh..." a soft giggle escaped your lips, "Was I that obvious?"

You tilted your head ever so slightly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before looking back up at him through your lashes exactly the way Hanni had told you to. 

When he took a step closer, your breath hitched. 

His thick black boots brushed against the legs of your stool, and with the way he positioned himself, his broad frame nearly shielded you from the rest of the room. It wasn't intentional…or maybe it was—but suddenly the chatter of the beer house seemed much farther away than it had a second ago.

"Uh-huh," he murmured, the single sound barely above a whisper.

The faint scent of mint lingered beneath the beer on his breath, close enough to make your thoughts blur for a moment. Up close, the gold chain resting against his collarbone shimmered softly, layered alongside several silver necklaces that framed the base of his neck. 

Before your courage had the chance to abandon you…you slowly lifted a hand and rested it around the back of his neck, your fingertips grazing the cool metal chains lying against his skin.

"You're cute," you whispered, biting lightly on your lower lip as your fingers idly toyed with one of the necklaces. Every movement had been rehearsed in your head a dozen times before tonight, yet none of them felt natural now that they were happening. You only hoped he couldn't tell.

Fuck, he’s so handsome up close!

His head tilted slightly, curiosity flickering across his face before his gaze slowly drifted downward. It lingered far longer than you were prepared for, tracing the exposed skin above your dress before continuing lower. Instinctively, you fought the urge to tug at the hem that had ridden higher on your thighs.

Don't. Fake it until you make it.

"I am?" he asked, the corner of his mouth lifting into the faintest smirk. His tongue swept across the silver ring piercing his lower lip before he leaned even closer, his lips hovering just beneath your ear.

"Yeah," you breathed, forcing confidence into your voice despite the frantic beating of your heart. "Want you."

The words felt foreign leaving your mouth. Still, they had the desired effect.

As his attention remained fixed on the spot where your pulse fluttered, your fingers subtly found the clasp hidden beneath the chains around his neck. 

One careful movement...that was all it would take.

You had barely begun to unhook it when his hand closed firmly around your wrist.

Your heart stopped. For one horrifying second, you were certain he'd caught you.

"Let's go to my car."

What?

"H-Huh? I..."

He lifted his head just enough for your eyes to meet his. The lazy amusement from earlier had disappeared, replaced by something darker. 

"I can't fuck you here."

Your eyes widen, fucking was your limit!

Your gaze drifted to the thick gold necklace resting against his chest... the leather wallet tucked carelessly into his pocket... and the sleek black car waiting only a few steps away.

Fuck it.

You followed him in silence, the cool night breeze brushing against your exposed skin and reminding you just how short your dress was. 

Your gaze remained fixed on his broad back as he unlocked the car, your throat tightening around a nervous swallow.

Earlier, when you had walked past Hanni, you had nearly burst into tears at the sight of her giving you an approving nod, silently cheering you on while she remained at her table, busy charming the men around her.

You couldn't back out now. Not after she'd placed this much faith in you.

The parking lot was quiet, a little farther from the beer house…the music fading into the distance. When he turned around, you gathered every ounce of courage you had left and greeted him with the sweetest smile you could muster.

Your mind raced, thoughts crashing into one another until only three remained.

First, find a way to slip the gold chain from around his neck. The wallet would come next, once he finally let his guard down.

Second, you were not going to fuck him. 

It didn't matter how broad his shoulders were, how unfairly handsome he looked, or how pretty his eyes became whenever he smiled.

Your hormones could cry about it later.

Third, whatever happened tonight... for the love of God, do not get caught.

He looked down at you, one brow lifting ever so slightly when he noticed the faint tremble in your legs.

"Get in."

He pulled the backseat door open for you, and you offered him a small, flirty smile before carefully slipping inside. 

The leather seat gave beneath your weight with a quiet creak, and for the briefest moment, you convinced yourself you'd have a second to steady your breathing, to gather the scattered pieces of your thoughts before facing him again.

The hope didn't last.

The car shifted as he climbed in after you, the door clicking shut behind him with a soft, final sound that seemed to swallow the last bit of space inside the cabin. 

Your pulse faltered, the hem of your dress had ridden higher than you'd intended, exposing far more of your thighs than you were comfortable with, the fabric inching dangerously close to revealing the lace of your panties. Every instinct urged you to smooth it back into place, but you stopped yourself.

Focus, Y/N! You need to seduce him!

You had barely opened your mouth, ready to deliver one of the corniest pickup lines Hanni had relentlessly drilled into your head, when his hand suddenly pulled your hair. 

Your lips parted in surprise as he tugged you toward him, leaving no room for hesitation before his lips crashed against yours.

A breathless whimper escaped you, your eyes widening for only a second before they fluttered shut. His fingers tightened around the hair above your nape, angling your head exactly how he wanted it, his kisses deep, hungry, and impatient.

The bitter trace of beer lingered on his tongue, flooding your senses until your thoughts blurred at the edges. Your body yielded without resistance, melting effortlessly against his as he drew you closer, the strength behind the movement making you feel almost weightless in his hold.

For a fleeting moment, you forgot your mission.

His tongue slipped against yours with practiced ease, stealing every coherent thought from your mind before instinct finally caught up. 

You slowly lifted your arms around his neck, your fingers threading through the softness of his hair as though simply indulging in the kiss. Then, careful not to rush…they drifted lower, brushing over the warm skin of his nape before gliding toward the necklace resting against his neck.

“Open your mouth wider,” he rasped, pulling away just enough to speak. A string of saliva stretched between your mouths as his other hand slid around your neck…his long, tattooed fingers wrapping firmly around your throat in a possessive grip.

Your eyes widened…one of your hands remained tangled behind his nape, your fingers still toying with the chain around his neck, desperately searching for the tiny clasp hidden beneath his hair. 

Too distracted to obey his request… he suddenly tugged your hair harder.

A startled gasp escaped your lips, and he seized the opportunity—his tongue slipping hot and messy into your parted mouth, kissing you with a hunger that left you no chance to catch your breath.

You barely kissed him back, surrendering to the pace he set as your mind gradually emptied. Somehow, through the dizziness clouding your head, your fingertips continued their quiet search along the cool metal resting against his skin, praying to find the clasp before he noticed.

“Mmph!”

A soft whimper caught in your throat when he bit down harshly on your lower lip. The hand around your neck tightened, his fingers pressing deeper into your throat until your breath hitched, the pressure almost choking you.

“What are you doing?” he groaned, pulling you away from his lips before effortlessly lifting your entire body onto his lap. 

Large hands settled on your hips, guiding your legs to either side of him until you were straddling him completely, your dress riding embarrassingly higher over your thighs in the process.

“Hmm?” you murmured, blinking up at him through hazy eyes, your lips swollen and glistening from his relentless kisses.

He tilted his head, studying you in silence. 

The intensity of his gaze made something tighten inside your chest. Your confidence, already hanging by a thread, began to unravel beneath his eyes alone, and without thinking, your hands abandoned the necklace altogether, drifting back into his hair as though that had been your intention from the very beginning.

“Kiss me back,” he rasped.

A quiet breath of relief nearly escaped your lips. He hadn't noticed.

You offered him the sweetest smile you could manage before leaning in again, your heart pounding so violently you were certain he could feel it through your chest. You kissed him as carefully as you could, trying to mimic the way he'd kissed you only moments ago, parting his lips with hesitant eagerness, hoping it looked natural enough to fool him.

To your surprise, he let you…he didn't take control or deepen the kiss. Instead, he simply let you explore him at your own pace.

Heat crept up your neck and settled across your cheeks, embarrassment blooming beneath your skin as the realization slowly dawned on you. 

He wasn't following your lead. 

“Baby...” he chuckled between kisses, his tattooed hand sliding up to cradle your jaw, holding your face steady with a firm grip. “You're not kissing me properly.”

Embarrassment rushed through your body so quickly it almost made you dizzy, your inexperience laid bare after only a few clumsy kisses. 

Determination quickly swallowed the humiliation. 

Before you could think twice, you leaned in again, kissing him with far more urgency than before, desperate to prove that you knew exactly what you were doing.

The moment he finally kissed you back, a breathless whimper nearly escaped you. 

He kissed you effortlessly, guiding the rhythm while you struggled to keep up, your breaths already turning shallow enough that you were certain you looked seconds away from hyperventilating.

Determined not to lose yourself completely, you bit down on his lower lip, earning a low, gravelly groan that vibrated against your mouth. The sound alone made your stomach flutter. Taking advantage of the distraction, your trembling hands drifted back to the chain around his neck, fingertips carefully searching beneath his hair for the tiny clasp.

Your eyes fluttered shut when he sucked on your tongue, warmth rushing across your ears and down your neck so quickly it almost burned. It was your first time being kissed like this—his kisses were shamelessly lewd, all heat and desperation. Saliva glistened between your mouths whenever he pulled away, only to capture your lower lip again with another lingering suck that stole the air from your lungs. 

Before long, the only sounds filling the car were the quiet, wet presses of your mouths and the uneven rhythm of your breathing.

You couldn't tell whether he was simply that good at kissing or if your lack of experience made every touch feel overwhelming. Either way, the way his hand remained wrapped around your jaw, firmly angling your head exactly where he wanted it, sent a shiver running down your spine.

A soft, helpless moan escaped your lips when you felt him spit into your mouth without breaking the kiss. The sensation sent heat unfurling through every inch of your body, your knees threatening to weaken even from where you sat on his lap. 

Your thoughts dissolved into a haze, and before you realized it, the fingers that had been so carefully searching for the clasp of his necklace had gone slack, your mission slipping further out of reach with every slow, lingering pull of his mouth.

“Grind on me.” he groaned.

Your eyes widened, before you could even process his words, both of his hands settled around the curve of your hips, guiding your body into a slow, deliberate roll against his lap.

“W-Wait—” 

His mouth found your neck, scattering soft, lingering kisses along the sensitive skin. Goosebumps rippled across your body as his lips traveled lower, his grip never once leaving your hips as he slowly rocked them back and forth, drawing helpless whimpers from your lips.

Heat rushed to your cheeks the moment you felt the firm outline of his hard cock pressing against the thin fabric of your panties.

“Roll your hips, baby.” he grunted.

His teeth grazed your neck before his tongue soothed the sting, the cool metal of his lip piercing dragging lightly over your throat.

Your eyes squeezed shut…losing yourself completely as you followed the guidance of his hands, the subtle throbs of his cock impossible to ignore through the layers separating your bodies.

“That’s it,” he praised, looking down at your rolling hips.

“Oh, gosh…” you moaned.

You couldn't comprehend how dirty and lewd this was, grinding against a stranger's cock while convincing yourself that you wouldn't fuck him.

His clothed mushroom tip grazed the apex between your thighs as he guided your hips through another slow rub, drawing a startled gasp from your lips. A wave of warmth unfurled low in your stomach, spreading until it settled heavily between your legs.

Fuck, you were getting so wet.

Your body burned with a growing tension you didn't know how to quiet. The fabric of your panties clung uncomfortably against your cunt. When his hands finally cupped your breasts over the thin fabric of your dress, a shaky breath caught in your throat. 

Your fingers instinctively clutched at his shoulders for balance as he continued to maneuver your body with effortless ease.

“Oh my-”

His lips trailed lower…you sucked in a sharp breath when they reached the swell of your cleavage, your heart stumbling the moment you caught sight of his tongue slipping between the soft curve of your breasts, tasting the narrow valley created by the tight fabric hugging your chest.

“Hmm... so soft,” he murmured.

Before you could even process the praise, he leaned back just enough to gather saliva in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing before he leaned down and let a warm bead of spit fall between your breasts. It slowly trailed down the center of your cleavage, disappearing beneath the neckline of your dress.

A startled gasp escaped you, the shamelessness of it sent another rush of heat coursing through your body.

“Spread my spit, baby.” his voice dropped into a teasing murmur as he brushed a lingering kiss against your cheek. “I want you messy.”

He never stopped guiding your hips, slow, patient rubs against his lap while he watched you expectantly.

You swallowed thickly. It felt as though your body had slipped into a trance, your thoughts muffled beneath the haze he'd wrapped around you. 

Almost absentmindedly, your fingers found the warmth between your breasts, gathering the wetness before slowly spreading his spit across the soft skin of your cleavage, his dark, heavy-lidded eyes following every hesitant movement.

Your gaze drifted downward, landing on the gold chain resting against his collarbone.

The necklace!

For a split second, you wanted to slap yourself. 

You'd become so hopelessly lost in him that you'd nearly forgotten why you were here in the first place.

Trying to keep up the act, you smiled and gathered the warm trace of his spit onto your fingertips before slowly bringing them to your lips. A flicker of nervousness stirred in your chest as you parted your lips, letting your tongue glide languidly over your damp fingers, never once breaking eye contact with him.

His lips parted. “You like it?”

You nodded. “Hmm…”

“Want more?” he cooed, his voice rough with satisfaction. 

Your cheeks heated, a little self-conscious under the way he stared at you before leaning in to kiss you again. You whimpered when he spat into your mouth while kissing you, trying to focus as your hands finally found the chain around his neck. Your fingers worked quickly beneath the curtain of his hair, your heart pounding so violently you feared he would hear it.

Then—the clasp gave. 

Relief crashed over you.

You carefully eased the necklace free, letting the chain slip from your fingers onto the leather seat beside you with a faint clink before your hands returned to brace against his chest. 

Your pulse hammered in your throat, so distracted by stealing the jewelry that you didn't feel his fingers hooking beneath the thin straps of your black dress until they were already sliding down. Cool air kissed your skin a second before you realized the straps had fallen from your shoulders, the dress bunched at your waist, your bra laid bare beneath his dark, hungry stare.

"Ohh—" a moan ripped from your lips when his hands grabbed your tits through the bra, his palms kneading the soft flesh as his fingers pinched and rolled your stiff nipples through the thin lace. 

"So pretty," he praised, his eyes never leaving the swell of your breasts spilling over the cups.

His hand slid behind your back, his fingers flicking the clasp open. Your bra sprang loose, your tits bouncing free, your nipples peaked and aching.

“Keep grinding, baby.” he rasped.

Your hips moved before your brain could catch up, rolling against his lap. His hard cock formed a thick ridge beneath his pants, pressing right against your soaked panties. 

The delicious friction made your cunt leak, slick pooling in the gusset as each slow roll of your hips rubbed your clit across his length until your panties clung to your wet, chubby slit.

“Mhm,” you whined as his mouth locked onto one nipple, his tongue lapping at the bud before sucking hard, his teeth scraping lightly while his other hand squeezed your breast, his fingers twisting the neglected nipple until it throbbed.

Wet sounds filled the car—the slurp of his mouth around your nipple and the squelch of your dripping cunt rubbing against his cock through the fabric. 

You forced yourself to look down, your heavy-lidded eyes searching for anything that might help you finish what you had come here to do. Then your thigh brushed against the square outline beneath the fabric of his pants.

His wallet.

You drew in a shaky breath before rolling your hips against him with a little more desperation. A low groan vibrated against your nipple the moment he felt the change in your rhythm, the sound sending another wave of heat through your body. 

A helpless whine slipped from your lips as your own hands wandered over him, trying to appear just as consumed by the moment. Your palms skimmed over his shoulders, down the firm planes of his chest, and lower still, making you swallow hard at the realization of just how toned he felt beneath your touch.

“Ouch,” you whimpered when his teeth suddenly bit into your nipple.

He only chuckled against your skin.

The sting disappeared beneath a lingering kiss before he lifted his head just enough to murmur.

“Slow down, baby. You're gonna make me cum.” 

The teasing words had barely left his lips before his attention shifted back to your breast, his mouth closing around the swollen nipple with harsh, eager suction that made your thighs instinctively tense around him.

Even through the layers of his pants, you could feel how big and hard he was beneath you, the firm outline of his thick cock pressing insistently against your soaked panties with every shallow movement. 

Fuck, focus Y/N.

His wallet had shifted dangerously close to the edge of his pocket, almost slipping free from the constant movement of your bodies.

You rolled your hips against him again…another soft moan escaping your lips as the friction sent a dizzying pulse of pleasure through you. 

“Oh my…” 

For a fleeting second, you almost forgot the wallet, your body threatening to lose the battle your mind was still desperately trying to win.

“Baby…” he groaned harshly.

His hands tightened around your waist, pinning your hips firmly in place before you could move against him again.

Confused, you instinctively tried to move again, but his hand beat you to it. It slipped between your thighs before firmly cupping your pussy over your soaked panties, his palm pressing against your wet cunt as his fingers slowly dragged against the damp fabric. A soft, unmistakable squelch filled the quiet cabin, and your breath caught in your throat.

“I said stay still, fuck.” he whispered, mercilessly squeezing your pussy through the thin fabric until another helpless moan spilled from your lips. 

Your eyes fluttered shut on instinct, your mouth falling open as his slow, deliberate touch only made you wetter, the soaked fabric sticking embarrassingly to your folds with every movement of his hand.

A startled gasp escaped you when his free hand suddenly rose to your face, firmly squeezing your cheeks together. 

“Keep your eyes open. Look at what I'm doing to you,” he commanded, his thumb finding your clit through the damp fabric and rubbing slow, lazy circles that sent a violent shiver through your body.

“Oh... gosh,” you whimpered, your voice barely above a breath. 

Your thoughts were beginning to dissolve all over again until something caught your eye.

His wallet had finally slipped free from his pocket, landing quietly on the leather seat beside him. Relief surged through you, and you almost smiled in triumph, the sight nearly distracting you from your mission's success.

Before you could dwell on it, he hooked a finger beneath the damp gusset of your panties, flipping the fabric aside just enough to expose your slick pussy. His fingertips returned, meeting your bare cunt directly, and the sudden skin-to-skin contact tore another breathless gasp from your lips.

Your eyes rolled back as his long fingers slowly rubbed against your sensitive cunt. The cool metal of his rings grazed your slit with every stroke, sending a sharp shiver through your body and drawing another helpless whimper from your throat.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Enjoying yourself?"

You could only nod, slow and breathless, your chest rising and falling beneath uneven breaths. Heat bloomed across your cheeks, your face burning from every filthy thing you had let him do to you.

"Yeah?" he murmured, his voice dropping into a whisper. "You like my fingers, baby?"

Before you could answer, his middle finger slowly pressed into your tight, untouched hole.

A broken whimper escaped you, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as your body instinctively tensed around the unfamiliar stretch. For a fleeting second, your hand nearly came up to push him away, your inexperience heightening every overwhelming sensation. But he caught your face first, his fingers tightening around your cheeks, forcing your gaze back to him.

He inhaled softly before hollowing his cheeks, gathering saliva in his mouth, then leaned closer and messily spat between your parted lips.

"Swallow."

You obeyed without hesitation, your throat bobbing as you swallowed, your walls fluttering tightly around his finger at the command.

His hand slipped lower, lifting the hem of your skirt before his gaze settled between your thighs. He watched with quiet fascination as his finger slowly disappeared inside your virgin hole before drawing back out again, only to repeat the motion at an unhurried pace.

"You're so tight, baby." he tilted his head, his eyes never leaving your pussy. "When was the last time you fucked?"

The question alone nearly brought tears to your eyes, embarrassment burning through you just as intensely as the confusing mixture of pain and pleasure his touch continued to pull from your body.

“L-Long time ago.” 

As if Y/N! 

He licked his lower lip, a quiet whimper slipping past your lips as the pad of his middle finger reached deeper inside your warm tight hole. His movements remained slow until his fingertip brushed against your spongy spot, the sharp ache of the stretch gradually melting into a pleasure so warm it made your body soften around him.

"Aww, is that why you're so tight, baby?” he whispered.

God, this was so wrong.

“Maybe you need me to stretch your hole again, hmm?" he cooed, lowering his head until his lips wrapped around your swollen nipple, sucking gently while his finger continued to work deeper into your tight cunt.

"Y-Yes," you mumbled incoherently, your rational thoughts dissolving as your hips instinctively rolled forward, chasing the slow rhythm of his finger.

The moment he felt you move, his free hand settled firmly around your waist, stilling you with ease. He released your nipple with a soft pop before a quiet chuckle escaped him, his dark eyes lifting to meet yours with unmistakable amusement.

"Patience, baby. I'm still having fun."

A pout tugged at your lips, ready to answer back, but the words never came. His left hand slipped between your thighs instead, slowly parting your folds before drawing back the hood revealing your glistening clit, exposing it completely beneath his dark gaze.

"Wanna suck this clit so bad," he whispered, his gaze fixed between your thighs as your clit pulsed beneath the weight of his stare.

He leaned down and spat over it, a slow trail of saliva slipping down your slit until it met the middle finger buried inside your hole. A helpless whimper caught in your throat, your eyes squeezing shut as he spread the saliva over your exposed clit with slow, pressured strokes, every messy rub sending another wave of pleasure through your body.

Both of his hands were devoted to you now. His tattooed fingers continued to work your tight hole with an unhurried rhythm while his other hand circled your swollen clit, spreading your growing wetness together with his saliva. His eyes never left your cunt, watching every tiny twitch, every shiver that rippled through you as though he wanted to memorize your pulsating pussy.

"You wanna cum?" he asked, lifting a brow as he watched your chest rise and fall with uneven breaths. His middle finger emerged coated in a thick ring of your white milky juices before disappearing back inside you, while your legs trembled uncontrollably beneath every slow sweep of his thumb across your swollen clit.

You nodded desperately, “Y-Yes…”

He pursed his lips, studying you for a long moment.

"You sure?"

"P-Please," you pleaded, your hips instinctively rolling in search of more.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" a small smile tugged at his lips, though there wasn't a trace of humor behind it.

Confusion barely had the chance to settle before he slowly inserted a second finger into your cunt.

A loud moan tore from your throat as the sudden stretch stole the air from your lungs. His fingers paused only briefly, allowing your body to adjust before they began to move together, scissoring you open with slow, rhythmic strokes while his other hand never stopped rubbing your clit.

The lingering ache of the stretch gradually melted beneath the mounting pleasure, your body surrendering to it completely. Your thighs quivered uncontrollably around his hand, your back arching as your orgasm crashed through you. Your eyes rolled back, your walls fluttering helplessly around his fingers while wave after wave of pleasure left your entire body trembling.

“Well done, baby.” he praised.

Even after the intensity began to ebb, your cunt continued to pulse around him, your legs still shaking from the aftershocks.

Only when your breathing had become nothing more than uneven gasps did he slowly withdraw his fingers from your hole, drawing another helpless whimper from your lips as the sudden emptiness met your lingering sensitivity.

Then he leaned in, his teeth grazed the shell of your ear in a soft bite before his lips brushed against it.

"I’m so proud." he whispered.

As your gaze drifted downward, it caught on the slight opening of his wallet, the sight striking you like a quiet reminder of why you had approached him in the first place.

Your fucking mission.

You bit down hard on your lower lip, gathering what little composure remained before forcing the words past your throat.

"C-Can I drink some water? I'm kinda thirsty," you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper. Your thighs were still trembling from your release, your heart pounding so loudly against your chest that you were certain he could hear it.

You expected him to refuse…Instead, he simply nodded.

"Hmm sure, baby. Let me get it for you."

His tongue swept across his lower lip before he gently tucked a few loose strands of hair away from your flushed cheeks, his touch unexpectedly tender as his eyes lingered on yours.

You swallowed hard, relief flooding through your body so quickly it almost made you dizzy.

"I'll wait for you here," you said with a small smile, leaning forward just enough to steal a quick kiss from his lips before he stood.

His eyes narrowed, smiling a little, but there was something in them that you couldn't quite pinpoint.

The moment he climbed out of the car, shutting the door behind him before disappearing into the noisy beer house in search of a bottle of water, you sprang into action. 

You quickly fixed your dress before reaching for the thick gold necklace that had slipped onto the leather seat during everything that had happened between the two of you. Your fingers wrapped around it before darting toward his wallet, still resting exactly where you had dropped it after deliberately sitting on it when you asked for water. 

Your pulse thundered in your ears as your gaze frantically swept across the interior of the car, searching for anything else of value. It didn't take long before your eyes landed on a small, heavy bag tucked beneath the passenger seat. 

Without wasting another second—or even bothering to look more....you snatched it as well, clutching the necklace, the wallet, and the bag tightly against your chest before quietly pushing the car door open.

With shaky, trembling hands, you slipped out of the vehicle and hurried toward the nearest sprawling tree beside the parking lot, its thick trunk shielding you from anyone who might glance in your direction. Only then did you allow yourself to stop, your chest rising and falling with uneven breaths as you hugged your stolen belongings close, desperately trying to calm the frantic pounding of your heart. 

The necklace alone felt expensive in your hands, its weight unmistakable, and you couldn't help but admire the rich gleam of the gold beneath the parking lot lights. 

This has to be high-karat. 

Your eyes practically sparkled at the thought, relief and triumph swelling inside your chest as you silently congratulated yourself. You had actually managed to steal from him without getting fucked... and without getting caught.

Almost.

A small smile tugged at your lips as you slipped the thick gold necklace into your pocket, the reassuring weight of it pressing against your thigh. 

Your attention soon drifted to the heavy bag you had grabbed from beneath the seat, curiosity getting the better of you. You crouched beneath the tree and slowly pulled the zipper open, your brows knitting together at the sight of something black and metallic nestled inside. 

Frowning, you reached to get a better look, only for your breath to catch in your throat.

It was a gun. 

What the fuck?

Your hands instantly began to shake. The bag slipped from your grasp, hitting the ground with a heavy thud that echoed far louder than it should have in the quiet of the parking lot. 

You stared at it in horror before your gaze darted to the wallet still clutched tightly against your chest, your pulse pounding so violently it made your fingers numb.

"Oh God... this is a bad idea," you whispered to yourself, panic clawing its way up your throat.

For one reckless moment, you considered running back, returning the necklace, the wallet, the bag….everything—and pretending none of this had ever happened. 

Maybe you could leave them inside his car before he noticed. Maybe you could still walk away.

But it was already too late.

If there was one thing Hanni had drilled into your head from the very beginning, it was this: once you stole something, you never gave it back. Going back wasn't bravery—it was stupidity. 

And stupidity was exactly how thieves got caught.

With trembling hands, you slowly opened his wallet, your brows immediately knitting together when an identification card tucked behind a gleaming gold badge came into view. 

Your stomach dropped. This wasn't a wallet at all—it was a badge holder. 

A cold chill crept down your spine as your fingers shakily flipped the leather, your eyes scanning every detail printed across the identification. The words blurred together at first, your racing heart making it impossible to focus, until your gaze landed on the line that mattered most.

CITY POLICE DEPARTMENT

Rank: Captain  | Name: Jeon Jungkook

For a long, terrifying second, your mind went completely blank, your pulse pounding so violently it drowned out every sound around you. 

"F-Fuck! Oh God—fuck!"

The words tumbled out in a frantic whisper as your hands shook so violently you could barely keep hold of the badge holder. 

Your breathing grew shallow, your mind racing through every possible escape, each one ending worse than the last. 

You stared at the polished badge in horror, your heart threatening to beat straight out of your chest, when the sound of approaching footsteps suddenly reached your ears.

Panic surged through your body, and you instinctively turned, ready to run for your life, but a firm hand wrapped around your wrist before you could take a single step.

"Where are you going?" he asked with a quiet chuckle from behind you, amusement lacing his voice.

You froze.

Your gaze remained fixed straight ahead, too terrified to look back at him. Cold sweat trickled down your spine as your heartbeat thundered in your ears. 

The heavy bag still lay on the ground at your feet. The gold necklace weighed against your pocket. And clutched tightly between your trembling fingers was his badge holder, still opened to the identification that had shattered every ounce of confidence you had only moments ago.

You had been fucking caught.

Not just by any random stranger. 

But by a goddamn police captain.

"I got your water, baby," he said, his voice coated in quiet amusement. You flinched the moment the cold bottle brushed against the back of your thighs, the chill a cruel contrast to the heat of your panic.

"O-Officer, I—"

"You forgot something, didn't you?" he whispered against your ear, his grip never loosening around your wrist. 

The bottle of water lazily traced the length of your trembling thigh, as though he had all the time in the world.

Your eyes squeezed shut, your legs threatened to give out beneath you, hot tears gathering until they spilled freely down your cheeks. Every frantic thought crashed into the next, leaving you unable to form a single coherent sentence.

He leaned in even closer, his warm breath ghosting just below your ear.

"You forgot my wallet, baby." his voice dropped into a slow drawl. "That's my badge holder."

A broken sob caught in your throat. Your future flashed before your eyes in vivid, terrifying fragments. 

You could already see the cold metal of handcuffs locking around your wrists, the flashing red and blue lights, the backseat of a patrol car, a holding cell, your family finding out, your future slipping through your fingers before you had even been given the chance to fight for it. Everything you had worked so hard for, every dream you had stubbornly clung to despite your circumstances, all of it seemed to crumble into pieces in the span of a few unbearable seconds.

You had just thrown your entire life away.

“P-Please, I-’’

"Is my poor baby too dumb, or does that pretty little head of yours just want to get fucked?"

You shook your head frantically, tears spilling faster down your cheeks. "N-No, no, Officer, please... I'm sorry. It was a mistake—"

A startled gasp escaped you when he suddenly spun you around, your back pressing against the rough bark of the tree. Your tear-clouded eyes instantly met his dark ones, the amusement lingering in them only making the panic clawing at your chest grow worse.

He raised a brow, studying your face for a long, agonizing moment.

"Aww, look at you…so scared, baby." he cooed.

“I-I’m sorry-”

“Want me to give you a chance?’’ he tilted his head.

Hope bloomed inside your chest so suddenly it almost hurt.

Jungkook took another step forward, his broad frame caging you against the tree until there was nowhere left to run. Your entire body trembled beneath his gaze, your heart pounding so violently you could barely hear yourself think, and you looked up at him with desperate, pleading eyes, clinging to the smallest possibility that he might actually let you go.

"P-Please, Officer… I-I'm sorry..." you stammered, the words tumbling over one another in your haste. "I-I know it was wrong, a-and that—"

‘’Run.” 

Your lips parted in disbelief.

"W-What?"

He slowly licked his lower lip, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth that carried no warmth whatsoever. Stepping closer until there wasn't even a breath of space left between you, he brushed the pad of his thumb across your trembling lips, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Run, baby. Run as fast as you can.” his voice dropped into a low murmur, his tone as though he were talking to a child. "And when I catch you, I'm gonna take you to prison. I'll fuck you every day behind those rusty metal bars. I'll use your tight little pussy until your hole is gaping and leaking. Maybe I'll even let my comrades fuck you too. We'll take turns fucking that slutty, manipulative pussy of yours."

Desperation made people do reckless things. 

It silenced reason, drowned out fear, and left nothing behind but the instinct to survive.

You spun around and bolted before your mind had the chance to catch up, your legs carrying you as fast as they could through the dimly lit streets. Instead of following the brighter roads, you veered into the narrow, shadowed alleyways, your panicked thoughts convincing you that the light was far more dangerous than the dark. 

People could help you—but the moment they learned why you were running, they wouldn't see a terrified woman. 

They would see a thief.

A criminal…and they would hand you right back to him.

Your lungs burned, each desperate breath sharper than the last, your feet throbbing against the unforgiving pavement as you forced yourself to keep going. When a tall chain-link fence came into view, fear surged through your exhausted body. You stumbled toward it, your shaking hands already reaching for the metal, frantically searching for a way to climb over it.

You never got the chance.

A powerful hand suddenly seized both of your wrists from behind, wrenching them backward before you could react. A startled cry tore from your throat as your body was dragged away from the fence, only to be slammed against it a heartbeat later.

 “L-Let me go!” you cried.

The rough metal dug painfully into your cheek, your breath knocked from your lungs as he forced your arms higher behind your back. Then you heard it—

A sharp metallic click…cold steel closed around your wrist.

You were handcuffed.

He secured the other cuff around the metal fence, leaving your wrists restrained above your head. The cold steel bit into your skin as you instinctively struggled against it, your cheek pressed harshly against the chain-link, the rough metal scraping your flushed skin every time you tried to pull away. The handcuffs refused to budge, each desperate tug only making them dig in deeper.

"N-No... no, please," you cried, your voice breaking into helpless sobs.

Instead of hurting you, he reached up and gently combed a few loose strands of hair away from your face, the unexpected tenderness making your entire body flinch. His fingers lingered for a moment, idly twirling a lock of your hair around them before giving it a soft tug.

"Shh, it’s okay…" he said in a mocking tone.

"I-I’m sorry, please…I’ll do anything—"

The plea died on your lips when you felt him lower himself behind you.

“Anything, baby?” he whispered.

He settled onto one knee before slowly gathering the hem of your dress, inch by inch, until your damp panties were fully exposed beneath the cool night air. His large hands slid down to your thighs, spreading your legs apart with an effortless firmness that left your body trembling against the restraint. 

Your eyes widened as you pulled uselessly at the handcuffs, your legs instinctively trying to close, but there was nowhere to go. A warm tongue suddenly pressed against the fabric between your thighs, dragging slowly over your sticky panties.

His nose remained buried in your tight hole, drawing in a slow, deep breath as though savoring every scent of you. His tongue dragged languidly along your slit from behind, the damp fabric of your panties doing little to dull the sensation.

"O-Oh gosh-" you cried, fresh tears spilling down your flushed cheeks as you felt him inhale against your clothed cunt again. His tongue swept over you once more, leaving your panties even wetter than before.

“Let me play with you.” he murmured before diving in.

You bit down hard on your lip, another wave of warmth pooling between your thighs despite yourself. More tears slipped from your eyes, the overwhelming pleasure tangling with the fear coursing through your body.

I am not enjoying this, I am not-

A low groan rumbled behind you as he spread your legs farther apart. His pointed nose brushed against your puckered hole, inhaling deeply. 

You craned your neck to look around, but there was no one in sight. Only the lonely yellow glow of a streetlamp stretched across the empty street, casting long shadows around the two of you.

When he flipped your panties aside, you instinctively tried to close your legs, but a startled gasp escaped your lips as his palm suddenly came down against your inner thigh with a sharp smack, the sting urging your legs back open for him.

“Open up for me, baby. Let me taste your little pussy,” he murmured, giving your thigh another light tap as he silently coaxed you to spread yourself wider.

You were getting wetter, but the thought of someone's tongue directly against your pussy was beyond your virgin imagination.

When you still didn't move, a quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest.

You felt him rise behind you, the warmth of his body disappearing for only a brief moment before the unmistakable click of metal made your breath hitch. Before you even had the chance to turn your head, the cold barrel of the gun was pressed against your temple.

A broken cry caught in your throat, your entire body trembling. 

“W-What-”

"Spread your legs."

His voice was firm, leaving no room for hesitation. The barrel pressed more insistently against your temple, and with another shaky sob, your knees slowly fell farther apart.

A satisfied hum vibrated from his chest. Only then did he pull the gun away, tucking it back into the holster at the back of his belt before lowering himself between your thighs once more. His hands wrapped around them, holding you open exactly how he wanted, and the moment he buried his face between your legs, a deep groan escaped him.

“Oh, gosh!” you moaned.

You were already leaking, his broad tongue dragged slowly up and down your chubby, swollen folds before slipping between them, teasing your slit as it delved deeper, massaging your inner walls with slow, deliberate strokes that only left you wetter.

“Pretty.” he leaned back and spat onto your cunt, watching the thick strand of saliva mingle with your slick wetness. “Do you regret what you did, baby?”

His fingers hooked beneath your outer lips, spreading them apart just enough to watch his saliva disappear deeper into your cunt. He spat again, his gaze fixed on the way it slipped between your folds, leaving your sensitive inner walls glistening.

“Y-Yes,” you moaned shamelessly, the torture only making you wetter.

“Would you let me do anything I want?” he asked, staring at your fluttering cunt.

You bit your lip, feeling your milky juices drip from every degrading thing he'd been saying to you.

“Yes.” you said in a tiny voice.

He chuckled, “You wanted to be used like this, didn't you?” 

He leaned in, his tongue flattening as he licked from your perineum to your clit in one slow, vulgar stroke, spreading his spit until his own drool began to trail down his chin. 

“You wanted this…you sat on my lap, ground your filthy cunt against my cock, acted like a good little decoy so you could rob me. But your hole's been thanking me the whole time, hasn't it?”

You shut your eyes tightly when you felt him continuously spitting on your cunt, your pussy was getting so wet that you felt it dripping on your inner thighs down to your ankles.

He held your folds apart, leaving you completely exposed for his hungry gaze. Leaning back, he watched the way they trembled and pulsed beneath his eyes before leaning down again, his tongue already darting out to lap up every drop of your juices. Each time he swallowed, he would only spit over you again, coating you until you were slick enough for him to start all over.

Your eyes widened as the muzzle of the gun pressed against your inner thigh, cool, unforgiving steel sending a shiver through your body. It slowly slid higher until it settled against your entrance, the tip quickly growing slick with your wetness.

"O-Officer—"

“Shh, you wanted me to catch you, didn’t you? To rape your thief little pussy.” he mocked, his eyes fixed on the way the tip of the gun glistened with your milky juices as he slowly dragged it up and down your chubby slit.

Desperation was a frightening thing. 

It stripped away reason piece by piece until all that remained was the helpless anticipation of whatever came next.

When you didn't answer, too absorbed in the feeling of the foreign gun against your pussy, he pressed it harder against you, drawing a pained whimper from your lips as tears stung your eyes.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you," he said firmly, applying just a little more pressure.

"Y-Yes," you whimpered.

He tilted his head. "Yes, what?"

You bit your lip. "Y-Yes, O-Officer."

He hummed in approval before pulling the gun away. His tongue darted out to taste the tip, sucking your wetness from the cold metal before releasing it with a soft pop.

A low groan rumbled from his chest as he buried himself between your thighs once more, diving back into your exposed pussy with relentless hunger. The obscene sounds of slurping, sucking, and the occasional spit echoed through the place, each one making you feel weaker, more helpless beneath him.

You bit down hard on your lip as you felt your orgasm creeping closer. You tried to hold it back, to keep control, but your body betrayed you. 

Every flick of his tongue, every slow suck, every warm trail of spit sent another wave of pleasure crashing through you, making your pussy convulse beneath his tongue. 

“F-Fuck-” you whimpered.

Your thighs trembled uncontrollably, your arms ached against the restraints, and your eyes rolled back as the pulsing sensation deep within you grew stronger with every passing second. You wanted to pull away from his mouth, to escape the overwhelming pleasure, but his grip remained firm, holding you exactly where he wanted as he sucked out every last tremor, refusing to let you move even as the overstimulation left your body trembling.

“Mhm, you taste so good, baby,” he whispered, leaning back just enough to pinch your folds together, as though squeezing every last drop of your milky white juices from your pussy before leaning in again to catch it on his tongue.

A helpless whimper escaped your lips. Your legs were on the verge of giving out beneath you, your arms still held captive by the restraints while your pussy throbbed with overwhelming sensitivity. As he rose to his feet, his palm landed against your cunt in a careless slap, making you flinch before he lazily wiped the sheen of your juices from the corner of his mouth.

His hand found your hair again, fingers threading through the strands before tightening into a firm fist. He tugged until your head tipped back, exposing the line of your throat, and his lips brushed against your tear-dampened cheek.

“Wanna steal more, baby?”

His grip twisted tighter, pulling your head back until your neck arched painfully. 

He slowly dragged his tongue along the salty trail of your tears, licking your cheek with slow strokes, savoring the taste of your cries as another quiet hum of approval rumbled in his chest.

You whimpered, your body trembling as you felt the hard outline of his clothed bulge press against the plush of your ass. He slowly ground his erection against you, a low grunt vibrating beneath your ear while his hand kept a firm hold on your hair, tugging your head back just enough for him to suck and leave harsh bites along your neck.

“What do you want, baby?” he whispered, grinding his cock more firmly against your bare ass. “My money? My jewelry?”

“O-Officer-”

His fist tightened in your hair, forcing another helpless whimper from your lips as he dragged his tongue along your throat, feeling the way you swallowed hard beneath him. “You wanted all of it, didn't you?”

His teeth sank into your neck once more as his clothed bulge rutted harder against the cleft of your ass, the seam of his pants catching against your skin with every slow roll of his hips. At the same time, his free hand slipped beneath your dress, yanking the fabric higher before grabbing a full handful of your bare ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises.

"My pretty, pretty thief," he praised, pressing a kiss to your cheek as his hips rolled against you with even more force.

He wrenched his pants open just enough for his hard cock to spring free, the heated length slapping against one ass cheek before the other. Pre-cum glistened over the swollen tip as he slowly ground the shaft along the plush curve of your ass, coating your skin with every deliberate roll of his hips.

"Feel that? I'm so hard for you, baby."

A helpless mewl slipped past your lips as you weakly shook your head, your entire body trembling while he continued rubbing against your ass.

“Fuck, you make me so fucking horny.” he grunted.

Your cheeks burned crimson, the same flush spreading across your neck, and another whimper escaped you when he suddenly jerked your head back by the hair. 

"Grind back, baby, or I'll fuck this tight little ass of yours."

You cried harder, your body trembling as you reluctantly began to move your ass against his cock. A deep groan escaped him, his right hand settling firmly on your hip as he looked down, watching the way his hard length slid slowly through the cleft of your ass with every hesitant grind.

He spat over the curve of your ass for added lubrication, and a helpless cry caught in your throat when you felt the warm saliva land against your puckered rim. Despite the humiliation, your pussy only grew wetter.

His tattooed hand suddenly snaked around your waist, trailing lower until it reached your cunt. You gasped as his fingers cupped your pussy before hooking between your folds, spreading your lips apart into a lewd V-shape for him to admire.

“Look down and watch your clit, baby.” he rasped, tilting your head down so your gaze fell between your legs.

“P-Please...” you croaked, your body growing weaker by the second, your pussy aching for more even as the rest of you threatened to give out.

“Wanna be fucked so bad, huh?”

You gasped as his middle finger suddenly pushed between the V-shaped hold of his fingers, slipping inside your tight cunt. Your walls fluttered helplessly around the thick digit as he slowly worked it deeper.

“Oh! Mhmp!” you screamed.

His cock left your ass, the slick tip dragging slowly down until it notched against your entrance, smearing pre-cum and his spit over your swollen folds.

“Gonna fuck you good, baby…you’ve been a very bad girl.” he yanked your hair, tilting your head back as his tongue traced a slow path from your neck to the shell of your ear. “Need to fuck some sense into you, hmm?’’

“Mhmp!” you whimpered.

“Shh... moan for me, baby. It'll feel good.” his finger pressed deeper one last time, stretching your walls before he slowly withdrew it. The emptiness lasted only a heartbeat before he replaced it with the thick, leaking head of his cock, nudging its way against your entrance.

“Ahhh!” you screamed at the sudden stretch, his thick cock forcing its way into your tight pussy until you could feel every pulsing vein dragging against your walls as he pushed deeper.

He thrust halfway, then stopped, watching your cunt spasm around him, a thin ribbon of milky white release clinging to his shaft like a ring. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” he slowly pulled back before driving into you harder, bottoming out in one deep thrust, his pelvis slamming against your ass hard enough to make the fence rattle.

“Need to use this cunt every day. Maybe I’ll let my comrades fuck this tight little cunt so they can loosen you up for me, yeah?” he grunted, pushing even deeper until his balls rested snug against your cunt, the coarse hair at the base of his cock brushing against the curve of your ass with every shallow grind.

“U-Ugh, p-please...” you screamed, trying to wriggle, but he only answered with a low grunt against your ear. Then, without warning, he withdrew his cock completely.

For one fleeting moment, you thought he was finally going to let you go.

But your eyes widened the instant you heard the unmistakable clink of his leather belt being unclasped.

Your eyes widened as you felt him wrap the leather around your neck, fastening it just snug enough for him to tug whenever your cries grew too loud, cutting off your words with every sharp pull.

“Behave, baby.” he chuckled, easing himself inside you once more while keeping a firm grip on the belt for leverage. Every now and then, he gave it another deliberate tug, silencing your screams as his hips continued to drive into you.

The moment his hips began to roll against yours, your eyes fluttered back, pleasure blooming beneath the sting until you couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. 

“O-Oh, O-Officer!” a shaky sob escaped your lips, born as much from the humiliation as the sensation itself. Your pussy ached for more, clenching helplessly around his thick girth, betraying you with every pulse.

A quiet chuckle rumbled from behind you. His arm slid around your waist, holding you firmly against him as he circled his hips into yours, each relentless thrust threatening to lift your body off your feet.

“Is my baby enjoying this?” he whispered, giving the leather another measured yank, just enough to cut your sob short. The strap bit into the flushed skin of your throat as his hips snapped forward again, his balls slapping wetly against your cunt with every forceful thrust.

“This is turning you on, huh?”

You shook your head, but your pussy only grew wetter, your cries slowly dissolving into helpless moans as he continued to fuck you from behind.

“Want me to stop?” he whispered.

“N-No, Officer.” you whimpered, tears slipping down your cheeks as you gave a slow, trembling shake of your head.

“Yeah? You like getting used?”

He gave the belt another sharp tug, cutting off your whimpers before loosening it just enough to let a broken moan spill from your lips. Then he drove into you even deeper, his mushroom tip grinding against your spongy walls until you could feel your own milky juices coating his shaft.

"Gonna lock you up in a cell, baby… you'll be the precinct's little fucktoy."

The moment his thick head brushed against your g-spot, your entire body spasmed around his cock. A harsh groan tore from his throat as your walls clamped down on him, forcing him to pull out almost immediately. His movements turned urgent, one hand fumbling for the keys clipped to his belt while the other steadied you. Your hazy eyes fluttered shut as you felt the handcuffs finally come undone from your wrists.

You thought he was done.

A weak gasp escaped your lips when he suddenly flipped you over to face him, your exhausted arms falling limply to your sides as he stripped away the rest of your dress. Without a word, he lifted you with effortless strength and pinned you against the cold metal fence before guiding his hard cock back inside you. A broken whimper slipped from your throat at the oversensitivity left behind by your previous orgasm, your body instinctively tensing around him as his mouth found your exposed nipples, sucking them greedily while he chased his own release.

Your body bounced helplessly with every powerful thrust, like a toy being used exactly as he pleased. Your tongue nearly lolled from your parted lips, your mind reduced to nothing but scattered pleasure as his larger frame manhandled yours with ease. Low grunts and strained moans vibrated against your swollen nipples, each sound muffled by the way his mouth refused to leave them.

A rough growl tore from his throat as his climax finally overtook him. You felt the thick warmth of his release spilling deep inside your already used hole, his hips continuing to roll against yours in slow, deep motions, as though determined to push every last drop of his cum even deeper. 

“Fuck, baby,” his teeth sank into the soft flesh of your breast, the sharp sting blending seamlessly with the lingering waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Some of it trickled down the insides of your thighs, warm against your skin. Your eyes fluttered, barely able to stay open…your body hanging limply in his grasp.

When he finally set you back on your feet, your legs nearly gave out beneath you. Before you could steady yourself, he was already kneeling between your thighs again, firmly spreading them apart as though he hadn't just reduced them to trembling. 

“W-Wait-” you panicked.

A helpless cry escaped your lips when his mouth found your swollen pussy once more, lapping up the mixture of his release and your milky wetness, slurping every drop with relentless hunger. The overstimulation sent your body reeling, your clit already so unbearably sensitive that the moment his tongue slid upward to wrap around it, your pussy pulsed against his mouth, another orgasm crashing through you before you could stop it.

He looked up at you with heavy lidded eyes, watching every twitch and shudder that overtook your body as you came around his mouth. 

You could see the way his cheeks hollowed with every slow suck on your clit, and somehow the sight of his discarded gun and badge lying carelessly on the floor beside him made the moment feel even dirtier—

A police officer on his knees, devotedly eating out the very thief he had caught.

Only when he was satisfied did he rise to his feet. His hand slipped into your hair, gently tugging you toward him until his lips claimed yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue as he kissed you with greedy desperation. Your eyelids grew heavy, your knees threatening to buckle again, your body barely able to remain upright.

You flinched when you felt his hardened cock brush against your inner thighs even as he continued kissing you, a wave of panic surging through your exhausted body. Your pussy already felt swollen and unbearably sensitive, every nerve still humming from the relentless orgasms he had pulled from you.

As though sensing the fear creeping into your expression, he let out a low chuckle, slowly pulling away from your lips to study your face.

"Aww, is my baby tired?" he cooed, the words dripping with mock honey as he nudged your chin upward. 

You shook your head, your body instinctively yielding to whatever he was going to do next.

The corner of his mouth twitched before he bit down on his lower lip, your quiet submission enough to make his cock throb.

"Kneel for me."

Your knees trembled beneath you as you slowly lowered yourself, a startled gasp escaping your lips the moment the swollen tip dragged a lazy streak of pre-cum across your cheek.

"Open up, baby…daddy's not done." he gathered your hair into one hand with a gentleness that belonged to a lover rather than the man standing before you, tilting your face toward his groin, a smile tugging at his lips that never quite reached the darkness in his eyes.

"Clean up the mess you made, hmm? Open wide for Officer."

The swollen head nudged past your lips, and a mock-pitying sigh slipped from him as your mouth slowly yielded around his cock, your tongue flattening instinctively beneath the weight before a helpless gag caught in your throat.

"There, there," he murmured, his fingers absentmindedly stroking your hair. "Suck nice and slow, pretty girl."

He began to rock his hips into your mouth in slow, shallow thrusts, while his free hand continued to pet your hair with a tenderness so painfully at odds with the degradation spilling from his lips.

"That's it, baby," he praised softly. "Tongue flat, like the dumb, cute slut you are."

He pushed his cock deeper until the swollen mushroom tip nudged the back of your throat, the prominent veins along his shaft dragging against the roof of your mouth with every slow thrust, the upward curve making each movement reach even deeper.

"I can give you everything you want, baby," he whispered, a groan slipping past his lips as his thrusts gradually became sloppier, his grip on your hair tightening with every push. Saliva gathered at the corners of your mouth as you fought the urge to choke, wet, muffled gargles escaping your throat each time he buried himself deeper. Your eyes burned, quickly turning red as tears pooled along your lash line.

He cradled your hair once more, the tenderness of the gesture clashing with the relentless pace of his hips.

"I can provide for you... spoil you with all of my money," he murmured, easing himself forward until your nose brushed against the coarse hair at his pelvis. 

He held your face snugly in place for a brief moment before slowly rolling his hips, then gently pulled you back just enough to let you catch your breath, his saliva-slick cock dragging across your flushed cheeks.

"Do you want that?" he asked, tilting his head as he lazily ground his cock against your swollen cheek.

You nodded eagerly, your tear-filled eyes never leaving his.

He chuckled, giving your cheek a light tap with the head of his cock. "Do you understand me, baby?"

You pouted…your cheeks burning red, your eyes swollen, your lips wet with his precum. 

“Mhm..” 

“Mhm?” he chuckled.

He bit his lower lip as he stared down at you, quietly admiring the mess he'd made. “Cute.” 

Without warning, he yanked your head forward until he was fully seated inside your mouth, your nose pressed into his pubic hair as his balls slapped against your chin with each shallow roll of his hips.

"Gurk—gurk—"

You choked around him, tears immediately spilling down your cheeks, but the only response he gave was a deep groan as he slowly began to fuck your face, each thrust forcing another muffled gargle from your throat.

"Fuck, baby...I'm gonna cum."

He pulled out just enough to lean down and spit onto your tongue before pushing his cock back into your mouth in one smooth thrust, the loose belt still hanging around your neck, its end dragging through the dirt every time your head was forced forward.

You gagged helplessly around him, your cheeks hollowing as your eyes rolled back, your head rocking back and forth with every relentless thrust while he used your mouth however he pleased. And when you felt his rhythm begin to falter, his thrusts growing rougher and increasingly sloppy, he suddenly pulled free with a low groan. Before you could even catch your breath, he hauled you to your feet, one arm wrapped firmly around your body as he guided his cock against your cunt, his other hand positioning himself before pushing his hard cock back into your tight hole.

“I’m gonna cum inside baby, a reward for being a good little toy for daddy.”

A broken cry escaped your lips as he buried himself to the hilt, his body shuddering the moment he came. Thick, warm spurts filled you one after another while your body trembled from the lingering overstimulation, his hips continuing to jerk and roll against yours as he emptied every last drop inside you.

"These are worth thousands, Y/N! Oh my God."

Hanni's eyes widened in utter disbelief, her gaze sweeping across the worn wooden table as though she couldn't decide which stolen treasure to look at first.

A thick leather wallet, its compartments stuffed with crisp bills. Heavy gold necklaces lay tangled together beside matching rings, each piece gleaming with the unmistakable richness of high-karat gold. A limited-edition watch rested nearby, its polished face catching the kitchen light with every slight movement. And a duffel bag overflowed with expensive perfumes, bottle after bottle worth more than most people's monthly salary.

A slow smile tugged at your lips as your gaze wandered over Jungkook's belongings scattered across the table.

You never told Hanni that you'd gotten caught. 

Instead, you let her believe everything had gone according to plan.

Desperation has a way of rewriting your morals. It convinces good people to cross lines they once swore they would never touch, somehow making it feel like the only choice left.

He had given you far more than you had ever planned on stealing.

Tucked beneath your bed, hidden inside an old shoebox, were stacks of cash and signed checks worth enough to keep you comfortable for a long while—buying you the time to find a better path for yourself.

You hadn't even told Hanni about them.

Not because you didn't trust her, but because you knew the moment she saw that kind of money, questions would follow. Questions you couldn't answer without admitting where it had come from. So you kept the cash hidden, the checks tucked safely beneath it, and carried the secret alone.

He still hadn't turned you over to the authorities, even though it was painfully obvious he'd known exactly what kind of person you were from the very beginning.

From the moment he'd let you reach for the clasp of his necklace, he'd already known.

No high-ranking police officer—especially not a captain…would've failed to notice what you were trying to do. He had seen through you from the very beginning, long before you'd ever managed to slip a single thing into your hands.

Why did he let you?

You smiled seductively, slipping the watch and wallet beneath your dress before taking another sip of your now-warm beer, your gaze lingering on your target, who was far too drunk to notice the way your attention had never truly been on him.

Perhaps you hadn't changed.

Because here you were, stealing again…chasing the same thrill, the same rush, while somewhere beneath every excuse you made for yourself, another reason quietly waited.

Maybe you wanted to see him again.

You left the crowded club with the stolen watch and wallet hidden beneath your dress, weaving through the lingering crowd until the music faded behind you. The cool night air greeted your flushed skin as you made your way toward the smoking area, where you and Hanni had agreed to meet.

You had been stealing for six months now. 

You managed to steal from a shopping mall, a restaurant, a boutique, and even a high-end store—your usual targets where men were rarely involved.

Tonight, you decided to try flirting again…attempting to seduce someone despite the fact that your only experience had been with him.

Before you could even pull out your phone to text Hanni, someone pushed you against the cold brick wall.

Familiar dark, round eyes stared back at you, the same pierced lips curled around a cigarette as smoke drifted lazily into the night. Tattooed arms caged you in on either side, leaving nowhere for you to go.

Your eyes widened.

Seeing him dressed in the crisp navy uniform of a police captain stole the air from your lungs. 

Gold captain's bars gleamed from the epaulets on his shoulders, while a polished metal badge rested proudly over his chest. His duty belt sat low around his waist, crowded with the familiar weight of handcuffs, a radio, holster, and the rest of the equipment that came with his authority. The neatly pressed fabric, the black tie tucked beneath the collar, the nameplate pinned above his pocket—it all transformed the man you remembered into someone far more intimidating.

Power looked infuriatingly good on him.

Before you could utter a single word, his left hand slipped under your dress. Your breath caught as his fingers found the watch and wallet strapped against your thigh with effortless precision.

“Looks like my baby didn't learn her lesson, hmm?”

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The door was locked. You barely had time to do so when you pulled him into an unused dressing room, kissing him desperately. Jin looked so good. Shaken by the euphoria of being on stage, reflections of sweat on his neck, and that damn suit and hat that made him look like a wannabe cowboy.

You wanted to fuck him so bad.

And so, slipping out of the crowd, you took his hand so you could get to that room. In less than two minutes you had him underneath you with his pants and underwear on his thighs and ready for you. He was easy to get hard for you, always seemed ready to just give you what you wanted. Always ready for you to take what you wanted from him. Always ready to make you satisfied yourself with him. Always just for you.

And you could always take it.

You had your little skirt rolled up to your hips, your panties to the side. Your hands pressing his broad shoulders, moving a little to not leave an inch of dick uncovered as your bare flesh suffocates the length of his cock. Jin had his hands on your waist, moving you on top of him a little faster, biting his lip to not moan at the sensation. It was good, your clit rubbing all his length, making you tingle in the right places.

“You’re getting desperate.” He muttered under his breath, a little agitated. “You wanna get fucked that bad?. Couldn’t wait for me to even finish the show?.”

You looked down where your bodies met. His cock looking red and hot, your drenched cunt was already ready to take him. He looked at you with a fainted smirk, knowing what you wanted. He always did. He always knew what you liked, what you would do if you didn’t get what you wanted. You were a spoiled little brat. And he was so happy to make you work for it— every damn time. Because if you wanted to fuck him, then you could do it. He just… won’t move a finger for you.

“You look so good. With this fit and your hat.” You shook your head, a little - too much - fucked up. “Couldn’t wait.”

“Of course you couldn’t. Because you need dick to fucking survive.” He groaned before putting his hands to the back of his head, resting. “Go ahead, then. Fuck yourself.”

You wanted to be a little annoying, maybe tell him you didn’t need him that much. That he could pretend he was doing you a favour but you could see his swollen dick twitch to be inside you. That you could see him bite his lower lip to not moan at your drenched cunt rubbing on his cock. You could make a little show just to shut him up— But you didn’t.

Because you— indeed- wanted him that much.

Your hips moved slightly upward. You grabbed his cock with one hand so you could line it up at your entrance. Your other hand pressed down hard on his abs, throwing your head back as you slowly lowered down to take him. He didn’t let you take it slow, he moved his hips upward with strength so you could take him the way he wanted you too. Hard and evil. You whimpered when he filled you up. Feeling every vain, every inch of him inside you, his tip touching your favorite spot.

You moaned and he smirked slightly. Like it didn’t affect him at all, almost too nonchalant when you were breaking apart.

“Fuck.” You said, voice breaking. “You look so good dressed like a cowboy— Ungh, shit…”

His hands were still behind his head, with a dark look full of desire but a grimace of indifference. He stayed still, mocking you. Making you suffer by not going full with you, by not touching you in the right places like only he knew.

“Come on, get yourself off, baby”

Motherfucker.

You started to ride him. Moving slowly up and down at the beginning in order to get use to his length, always felt like the first time you two fucked. It felt so good, stretching you completely. His big fat cock, you could feel every vein and twitch inside you. His warm, it felt so good wrapped around you— he looked so hot like that, with his outfit and hat falling off, with your hand scratching his abs under his shirt, with his underwear and jeans in the middle of his thighs.

He was so fucking hot. Sex with Jin was always good but today there was just something in him that made you hornier than ever. Maybe that outfit, maybe the confidence he exude for being on stage. Any way, you wanted to keep bouncing on his dick for hours.

The sounds were obscene. His cock plunging into your wetness with each bounce of your knees, the sofa moving dramatically against the floor, your clit hitting the lower part of his stomach in such a right way. You could feel your juices dripping on him making an even bigger mess. You didn’t care, you didn’t care if people were waiting for him or how much time it would take him to clean off all the mess. You just cared about getting fucked— and it looked he felt the same way because he was just making you bounce on him without care. Without a worry of being late, without a worry of making people mad.

For a moment, you thought he wasn’t affected. Just making you get yourself off fast so he could go back to get ready for stage.

But then he broke.

He sat up fast, stamping his lips to yours and kissing you hard and slow. Like he wanted you to feel his plump lips, his warm mouth. His need for you. He wrapped his left arm around your waist and with his right fingers he began to rub your clit, with intention. You moaned into his mouth and he took the opportunity to insert his tongue into your mouth, licking every part of you. Tasting every inch of you. He was the one leading, as always.

His fingers were covered with your juices. You whimpered as he pulled slightly away from you, your mouth seeking his. He tapped his nose against your chin, moving his fingers to your lips.

“Jin—”

“Suck.” He licked his lips, eyes in your mouth. “I’m gonna fuck you now. But taste yourself first.”

Your lips wrapped around his fingers slowly, your tongue swiping over one so you could suck hard, savoring your own taste. You tried not to sigh at how intense he was. You made eye contact with him as he pushed his fingers harder in your mouth, making you almost gag. He smirked satisfied.

Oh, you were fucked.

He started fucking you, moving his hips upward with anger. His dirty fingers left your mouth and grabbed your hair to kiss you again. You moaned in his mouth, his lips eating you with lust and hunger. His arm around your waist grabbed you in a possessive way, tighter, leaving bruises, pushing you down every time his hips went upward to slammed into yours. The sounds were almost pornographic.

His fingers buried themselves in your hair before he pulled it hard, making you throw your head back. He started kissing and biting your jaw and neck, leaving marks in your skin.

You moaned loud when he hit the right spot inside you, not caring if anyone outside could hear you. He was being so good, hitting the right places, making you break apart— Your knees began to slip slightly, your thighs burning, no longer having almost any strength to keep going.

He noticed and chuckled, dryly. “You’re dripping all over me. You can’t do anything now?. Making me do all the work.” He bit your neck, making you moaned breathily. “Greedy fucking girl.”

His hand in your hair moved to grabbed your neck, his fingers pressing hard around the lower part of your neck, his cold rings against your sweaty skin. You opened your mouth to complain but his gripped hardened around you, becoming almost difficult to breathe correctly. His lips ghosted yours but he didn’t kiss you, just teasing you. You whined and he smirked slightly before slamming his hips harder onto yours, fucking you faster, meaner.

He made you keep your eyes on him while he kept fucking you to your climax, choking you with his hand. You felt slightly dizzy, the air not reaching your lungs properly.

The pleasure becoming too much. You knew he liked you that way, crying, choking and begging. He liked you making a mess, your pussy praying for his dick. He liked the control he had over you, the way he could make you choked. They way he could make you lose control. The way he could torture you, make you suffer. He liked having the upper hand. He liked destroying you— making you shut up and just take it.

Your eyes rolled back, tears filling in your eyes, feeling every part of him inside you, fucking you harder and faster. Jin groaned in your mouth, getting closer to his high.

“Uh?. You feel how deep I am?. Always squeezing me so hard— Shit…” his hips trembled. “You’re so hot, baby. I should fuck you longer and harder— But you like this, don’t you?. A cheap fuck… like a cheap fucking whore…”

Your hands took his out of your neck to breathe correctly before wrapping them around his shoulder, trying to find a balance. You sobbed, feeling the knot in your stomach tightening. His finger found your clit again, rubbing the little bud with intention. You clenched around him and he moaned. You squeezed him so good he was losing it. His mouth found yours again— He could feel your warm and wetness swallowing his cock, he could feel every inch of you wrapped around him. It was so good, so perfect.

Tears started running down your red cheeks. Lips swollen and wet. Jin was making you a mess. He slammed his hips slowly and harder into you, fingers working in your clit perfectly—

And that was it.

You reached your high, your orgasm hiring you hard, body locking up around him, thighs trembling violently as you clenched down harder than before, soaking him even more. He groaned, hips stuttering, then slammed in deep one final time as he came with you, thick, hot ropes of cum spilling inside you, making you full.

“Shit.” you sighed, vision getting blurry for a moment, irregular breathing.

He didn’t give you time to recover. Pushing out of you and putting your panties in place so you wouldn’t waste his seed. His cum slipping from inside you to your underwear and dripping down your legs, skirt still rolled up to your hips. He moved you to the side of the couch, giving you a soft peck in your lips before starting to get ready again, putting his hat on again.

“Don’t waste anything.” He said firmly, “I haven’t finish with you yet.”

yehaw?

(i’ll be editing this tomorrow hehe)