#bb2k19

towards you, their breath fanning your neck. “What are you doing here?” A familiar voice growls by your ear, his deep voice arousing you more than you care to admit. “Don’t tell me you’re here for him.” Not waiting for your answer, he spins you around to face him before he crashes his lips into yours. Hiking your dress around your hips, he grabs onto the waistband of your underwear before ripping it into shreds. He turns you back towards the door, pulling the front of your dress down (2/?)

to expose your breasts before pushing you right up against the window pane. “What are you doing? People will see us.” He doesn’t answer, opting to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He frees himself and enters you in one swift move, sliding right in because you’re so ruined. He throttles your cunt and leans over you, fisting your hair and dragging your face towards his. “Let them see. Let them see that you’re mine. Now, fucking cum.” You do, with his hand covering your mouth to stifle (3/?)

your moans. He keeps fucking you through your orgasm, his hips stuttering to signal that he’s close. “Jungkook,” you moan out and it only takes a few more thrusts before he’s painting your walls with his cum. As you both try to catch your breath, he moves to pull away but you grab his hips to keep him inside you. Referring to his previous statement you say, “I am here for you and no one else. I belong to you now.” (4/4)

“I’ve always loved it here,” Jae mumbled as you stood beside him, pinkies hooked with one another. “I know, you always say it’s when you feel most at peace,” you glanced at him, your eyes losing focus for a moment, and in that split second it was almost as if he disappeared. You quickly squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head. “Hey… Hey…” his fingers cupping your flushed cheek, “I’m right here,” he whispered, giving you the courage to open your eyes once more. (2/?)

And there he was, still standing beside you. Your chest continues to rise and fall rapidly. “Breathe, baby,” he cooed, taking a deep breath, as is instructing you what to do. You followed his lead, listening to the way his breath and wind almost sounded the exact same. “You’re already starting to sound like the wind,” you said between slow, deliberate breaths. “Maybe that’s what’s I’ll become,” he smiled, the ends of his lips tucking into his cheeks, “so when you feel it, you’ll think of (3/?)

me,” he pulled on your hand, tugging you into his arms. They felt light, almost like the whisper of a touch. Your heart stuttered, begging to halting from the pain. “Promise me, you’ll think of me as the wind,” he pressed his lips to your forehead, “I promise,” your voice cracked, the words burning your throat like a shot of vodka. “How much is left?” He asked, quirking a brow as you glanced up at him, “Less than half, most of it went into the ocean.” You pulled away, opening the lid. (4/?)

“Are you sure this is the last place?” You looked down, your foot pressing into the soft forest floor. “I’m sure, baby.” His voice more quiet than before. “Does… does that mean…?” You couldn’t bare to finish your sentence. “Yes, my love. It’ll be goodbye, for now.” The first round of sobs rattled from your chest, they were loud. They were unlike any sound you’d ever heard, it was the pain ripping through you like a hurricane. “No, no, please,” you begged, your knees no longer able (5/?)

to hold the weight of your body, or the even heavier weight of your grief. He quickly knelt to your side, “I am sorry, I am so fucking sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, or us.” He kept repeating to you, like a mantra. “It’s not your fault,” you were able to squeeze out after a sob. “Please don’t hate me,” he begged, his voice falling off as his own strength began to disintegrate. He was completely wrecked, watching you fall apart in front of him. (6/?)

“I could never,” you admitted, and although it would make this easier, you knew you couldn’t. “But, I can’t hold onto you anymore, cause you need to go, you need to be free,” the words felt foreign in your mouth. You couldn’t believe you were actually saying this, but it was true. “I know,” he croaked, watching as you turned the last bit of his ashes upside down, spreading them around the ground. “I love you so much,” the tears streamed down his cheeks, cutting off at his jaw. “Goodbye, Lim Jaebeom,” you whispered. And as if the wind heard your pleas to free him, he was carried away. The image of him you had tried to hold onto for so long was finally gone, and you couldn’t feel him there. What you could feel was the wind blowing passed your hair, knowing that was him giving you one last goodbye.

At first you put it down to stress, and him reverting back to his old ways of not opening up to you, but after months and months of him pulling away, you couldn’t take it anymore. So you threw those words at him and by the broken look on his face, you knew that he felt them. You knew that he understood them. So why wasn’t he here? (2/?)

You don’t bother thinking about it, opting to grab your purse, throwing a wad of cash on table before stepping out of the restaurant and bumping into the person that you wanted to avoid the most. “Baby, where are you going?” Jaebeom asks, voice laced with panic. He had tried his damndest to get there on time but it’s like the world was against him. Months and months of planning the perfect moment gone down the drain because he couldn’t get to the restaurant on time. (3/?)

He badly wants to explain to you how the stylist mucked up his suit and how he was late to pick up the one thing that he needed tonight but you wouldn’t let him. “I’m leaving. I waited over an hour for you. I’m done waiting around,” you answer as expressionless as you could, not wanting your emotions to win. Because if they did, you would take Jaebeom back in a heartbeat. But you can’t do it anymore. “I’m sorry,” Jaebeom tries to grab your arm but you pull away from his grasp. (4/?)

“Just let me explain please.” You laugh but there’s no humour in it. “There’s nothing to explain. I know that you no longer love me like you used to — that I’m no longer important like I used to be.” Jaebeom shakes his head, reaching for you again only for you to step back. “That’s not true baby.” “Yes, it is. You proved it tonight. I already told you, show up or we’re done.” Jaebeom’s tears stream down his face, he can’t believe that you won’t let him explain what has been going on the (5/?)

past few months. “Baby please,” he pleads. “I love you, more than life itself. Just let me explain. Please.” You shake your head and turn your back on him, “I’m sorry Jaebeom. It’s too late. You’re too late. I can’t love you anymore.” Jaebeom watches you walk away, his heart shattering with every step you take away from him and the box in his pocket getting heavier by the second. He’d planned to make you his forever tonight, but sometimes it’s just not meant to be. (6/6)

your head, tied in the most simplest of knots. “You know your word, my love?” His long fingers dragged down your neck, feeling your pulse drum under his fingertips. “So eager,” you could hear the devilish grin that pulled across his teeth. He stepped away from you, eliciting a desperate whine from your mouth. “Patience, baby,” his voice carried behind you. A moment of silence filling you with anticipation for your favorite sound. ©

The rattle of his belt buckle brought an electrifying tingle that traveled between your legs, your core clenching, and the breath catching in your lungs. A long zip, the sound was so close you could feel the vibration in your bones. Finally, the beginning of the end for you, the sound of his pants crumping on the floor. You swallows back the moan that had threatened to escape, just knowing he was naked behind you made your mouth salivate. His feet padded towards you, “ready?” “God, yes.” - ✔️

just when you’re about to ask him what is going on, he speaks first. “You and Chan?” Jaebeom says more to himself but you hear it loud and clear. “Wh-what?” You stutter out and Jaebeom’s head snaps up to look at you, cold and anger in his eyes. “What the fuck is going on with you and Chan?!” Your eyes widen and you are rendered speechless. Jaebeom gets up from the couch when you don’t answer and strides to stand right in front of you, his face inches from yours. “Tell me what is going on (2/?)

between you and Chan?” He whispers angrily against your lips. “N-nothing.” Jaebeom pokes his tongue in his cheek before reaching for one of the buttons on his studio equipment next to you. Moans fill the studio and you realise that he is playing back the recording from just a few minutes ago. You don’t understand what is happening until you hear him give permission for you to cum, and the name that you scream out. You are mortified and Jaebeom is livid. It isn’t his name that escapes (3/?)

your lips. It’s Chan’s. “I can explain,” you try to tell him but he doesn’t want to hear it. He picks up your clothes from the floor and shoves them in your arms. “Get out,” he seethes. “I want you out of here by the time I get back.” Jaebeom walks away from you without looking back and slams the door behind him. You sigh and rub your face in exasperation. You royally fucked up. You exit his studio but find yourself unable to move as you try to think of ways you can salvage this.

How can you explain to Jaebeom that Chan is just someone that used to mean so much to you but no longer has the same hold on you? How can you explain that Chan doesn’t mean anything to you anymore? Not in that way anyway. “I don’t mean anything to you anymore?” You hear a voice in front of you say, a voice you’d recognise anywhere. “Chan…” - end

“He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks you back, nipping your earlobe as he whispers, “Those moans are mine. Don’t hide them from me.” Yugyeom smashes his lips against yours in a rough kiss before flipping you again on your back. “If you stop being a brat, then you get to cool down. Otherwise I’m gonna rile you up, getting you all hot and bothered only to leave you hanging and without release.” (2 of ?)

You shudder at his threat, your inner brat wanting to come out and test him, but you’re already far too hot to fight. You relax your body into submission. “That’s my good girl,” Yugyeom smirks before reaching for a bowl on the nightstand that you didn’t notice before. Your eyes widen as he picks up a single ice cube, placing it on your hot skin. You shiver and moan continuously as he runs the cube up your stomach, before making it circle your breasts until it’s completely melted. (3 of ?)

Yugyeom repeats the process but this time, he holds the ice cube in his mouth. He circles your nipple with it, not stopping the motions of his tongue even as the cube has reduced to liquid. He bares his teeth and drags them across your breast, not forgetting to nip your nipple between his teeth as he pulls away. You are a writhing and moaning mess underneath him. “Don’t worry babe,” he grins again as he situates himself in front of your glistening core. “I’ll make you feel even better.” (4 of 5)

He nips on the skin on your inner thigh as he grips them tight, before popping another cube in his mouth and diving into your core, his name echoing through the walls of your room. - the end”

I wholeheartedly stopped breathing half way through. Now I need a cold shower and a few ice cubes, but it’s okay, cause you’re next. 🥰