HAN'S FIC REBLOG

From your side, it really wasn’t your fault.

Your husband looked disgustingly hot tonight. The white shirt, the grey vest, the diamond brooch you'd gotten him and those fucking gold rings on his fingers. Your husband looked straight out of a scandalous magazine no less.

It had been too long since he’d properly touched you.

And by too long you mean this morning which only consisted of a desperate makeout session against the dressing table until his dad had called to remind not to be late for the family gathering.

so here he was- looking like pure sin in front of everyone while you were starving for your husband's touch. it's only fair enough to make him suffer too, right. But as you continued with your evil plan of torturing him with your little touches, you began enjoying it too much.

Jungkook was barely holding it together now. He's trying to look relaxed but you knew him too well. Oh, how he wishes if he could just bend you over this instant and fuck that brattyness out of you.

“Aigoo, I left my reading glasses in the kitchen.”

“I’ll get them for you, halmeoni.” You give her a sweet smile before making your to the kitchen.

The moment you reach for the glasses on the counter, a very familiar tattooed arm slams against the cabinet beside your head.

You turn around to find the man you've been successfully avoiding to meet alone. Jungkook’s other hand lands on your hip trapping you between his arms as he presses himself into you. You could absolutely feel the unmistakable bulge pressing against your body.

“What are you doing?” You try to keep your voice innocent.

Jungkook scoffs. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he tilts his head. “You find this funny, huh?”

You try to bite back your smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about..”

“Keep up with the act and I’ll bend you over this counter right fucking now."

You gulp because your husband may or may not be kidding about this.

“Halmeoni!” you gasp looking at the doorway behind him.

Jungkook jerks back so fast he nearly loses his balance.

By the time he figures there's no one behind, you're snatching the glasses off the counter and dart past him with a bright giggle as you escape the kitchen.

“You little—”

He shakes his head, running a frustrated hand through his hair with a mix of amusement, adjusting his pants to hide his very obvious problem created by his wife.

--

By evening, it’s worse.

Much worse.

The garden's lit up with warm string lights filled with fun chattering and laughters.

But not for Jungkook, because he’s been on edge for hours now and it’s starting to show.

You see it in the way his fingers keeps drumming impatiently, in how his attention drifts back to you no matter who he’s talking to.

Which only makes it harder not to smile.

You sit on the grass with his niece, completely occupied as she shows you her new hair clip collection, nodding along, sharing a laugh at whatever she’s explaining.

“Really?” you speak clipping one on her. “That’s your favorite?”

She nods enthusiastically putting a few on your hair too.

“Are you staying?” she suddenly asks, looking up at you with hopeful eyes.

"Uhh.."

“Stay.” She fists lightly at your dress with her little hand. “Please?"

You soften instantly and glance up to meet Jungkook’s eyes.

The second he sees that look on your face he knows exactly what you’re about to do.

“No, we can't—”

“We can stay,” you say at the same time, smiling down at her.

You don’t look at your husband right away.

because you already know what you’ll see.

and when you finally do glance up—

Yeah.

There it is.

You actually have to press your lips together to stop a laugh.

Of course you didn't intend to stay the night but you also didn't have the heart to say no to his cute little niece. As the night stretches on everyone's scattered. Some have already gone to bed while others lounge in watching an old movie.

You’re curled up on a big sofa, laughing along with Jungkook’s cousins. Jungkook sits across from you joining in here and there.

It’s almost midnight and you’re still showing zero urgency to leave. Your usually patient husband is hanging on by a thread. Jungkook stands up after a moment before letting you know he's heading to bed and you sure catch the sharp edge in his voice when he looks at you.

You give it another twenty minutes before making your way down the room in the hallway where you always stay in whenever you visit.

Your eyes try to adjust to the darkness of the room.

Did Jungkook really fall asleep?

You did tease him a lot today. He’s been worked up since morning and you spent the entire day pushing his buttons.

You pout closing the door behind you. What if he actually got annoyed and decided to just sleep?

The thought barely forms before strong hands grab your waist from behind and you're pinned against the door.

Jungkook’s hand slides up gripping your jaw to tilt your head back. You catch the intensity radiating off him as the moonlight spills through the thin curtains.

He breaths out dangerously calm.

“Had too much fun today, didn't you?” His body burns hot against yours. He only has his trousers on. You can feel how painfully hard he is as his thick length of his cock presses insistently against your ass.

His thumb brushes over your bottom lip almost too possessive.

“My turn now.”

A soft whimper escapes your lips the moment he speaks into your ear. One of his large palm squeezes your waist while the other slides down along your thigh.

You whimper again pressing back against him seeking more friction. The movement makes him growl in warning.

He reaches for the zipper at the back of your dress and yanks it down almost roughly making it pool at your feet. For a second you think he’s finally going to fuck you senseless against the door. but you know your husband too well. After all the teasing you put him through today- he’s going to make you pay for every single second of it first.

You almost whine the moment you feel the loss of his heat. You hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt. Turning around fully, you find Jungkook has dropped his trousers. Sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but his black boxers.

The obscene bulge straining against it only adds more to your wetness.

“Come here.”

Your legs feel weak as you walk towards him.

His gaze drops to your panties. “Off.”

You do as he says, sliding off your drenched fabric down your legs.

Jungkook taps his thick thigh once, manspreading wider. You already know exactly what he wants.

The moment your dripping core makes contact with his veiny muscle, a sharp gasp leaves your lips. His thigh is warm and firm and slightly rough with a light dusting of hair that drags deliciously against your sensitive folds.

Your arms hook around his neck for balance as you begin to rock your hips forward.

His eyes stay locked on where your pussy is pressed, watching the way your slick glistens on his skin.

His muscle flexes beneath you, pressing harder against your clit. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder with a broken moan.

“Jungkoo-” You can feel how wet you are by how easily you’re gliding over his thigh. Jungkook leans back on his palms flat on the bed behind him.

He doesn’t touch you even once. Even as his cock is straining hard against his boxers leaving a wet patch from watching you use him.

Normally, Jungkook’s hands and mouth are always on you. So you know he's deliberately making you suffer.

You moan louder as desperation starts to build. Your slick is dripping down his thigh now.

“Kook.. please”

You become needy. You’re aching for his hands, for his mouth, for anything he's willing to give.

Your hands slide down his chest, pressing against the hard planes of muscle. You need more. You need him to touch you.

You dip your head and bite down on his shoulder making him hiss through his teeth.

“Kook.. touch me..”

Your voice comes out in a pathetic whimper.

Jungkook exhales through his nose in a mock.

You whine loudly, hips stuttering against his thigh as you try to chase the pleasure but it's not enough. It’s almost painful not having your husband’s hands on you when you need him the most.

Your hand moves down to palm him over his boxers. Jungkook lets out a groan jerking up into your touch.

One moment you're riding his thigh and the next you find yourself thrown onto the bed.

“You’re not getting to touch me soon.”

His words vibrate against your skin as he licks a stripe from the column of your throat.

“My wife's been such a brat."

You whimper trying to reach for him again but he catches both of your wrists in one large hand and pins them above your head. Jungkook reaches for something beside you and you know from the feel of it that it's the grey tie he wore. He ties the silk around your wrists tight enough that you feel the gentle bite of restraint.

Jungkook sits back admiring his work. His eyes rake slowly over your body while his fingers barely touch over your belly. Jungkook’s eyes darken even more as he watches you squirm beneath him.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck, teeth sinking into the soft skin to make you gasp followed by the wet heat of his mouth as he sucks hard.

He pulls back up to hover his lips barely an inch away from your own, so close you can feel the warmth of his whiskey breath. You chase his mouth, lips parting in plea to pull him down into a proper kiss. Jungkook exhales a low laugh against your lips. Your back archs as he unclasps your bra.

“You know the safe word?” he speaks against your skin as he starts kissing his way down between the valley of your breasts.

You whine nodding frantically, too worked up to form proper words.

He pauses above your left nipple, his warm breath fanning over the hardened peak.

“words, sweetheart.”

“yes.. jungkook, please—”

The plea barely leaves your mouth before he finally sucks hard around your nipple. His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud while his hand continues its torturous path, fingers barely moving along your slick folds.

He alternates between sucking and gentle bites on your breast, then moves to the other one giving it the same attention. All the while, his fingers tease your entrance dipping in just the tip of one finger before pulling back.

You’re panting now, wrists straining against his tie, body arching up into his mouth and hand. Jungkook lifts his head, eyes locked on your flushed face as he continues his slow descent down your body, lips and tongue tracing a wet path over your stomach until he settles between your spread thighs.

When his eyes land on your pussy, a rough sound rumbles from his chest. A thin string of arousal clings to your inner thigh and every time your walls clench around nothing, more of it leaks out.

“I’m sorry,” your voice comes out as a broke whimper. “Sorry, Jungkook.. please”

It’s embarrassing how quickly the apology spills from your lips even though he hasn’t said a single word yet.

Jungkook hums against your thigh. He lifts your left leg angling it up to rest your ankle on his broad shoulder. The new position spreads you open even more for him, exposing your dripping pussy completely to his hungry gaze.

“Can’t hear you.” He places an open-mouthed kiss right on the inside of your ankle.

You whine pathetically.

“Kook, please...” Your voice cracks with desperation. “need you.. so bad. please—”

Jungkook's own desperation wins as he dips his head down dragging his tongue through your folds. The loud moan escapes you as your back arches for him. His hot tongue laps at you with deliberate strokes.

The cool silver of his lip rings only add more to your pleasure as he eats you out like a mad man. One of his hands grips your thigh tightly holding your leg in place on his shoulder while the other slides under your ass, tilting your hips up so he can bury his face deeper between your legs. You moan his name like prayers.

You bring your tied hands to thread your fingers into his hair. Jungkook groans loudly at the tug. His scalp stings from how hard you’re pulling but it only seems to spur him on.

You cry out from the pleasure of his relentless licking, sucking and kissing every inch of your dripping pussy.

You’re shaking. Whimpering. Already close to tears from how badly you need to come but Jungkook pulls back every time only to start the torturous cycle all over again.

“Hands above your head.” Jungkook spreads your folds open with two fingers before you feel the flat of his ring-clad fingers directly onto your swollen clit. You let out a sharp moan as the thick gold rings make contact with your overheated skin. "Fuck—”

He knows how much you love these. How fucking turned on you get every time you see them on his hands. He starts rubbing circles over your clit, letting them drag again and again adding a new kind of delicious friction that makes your toes curl.

Your arousal is leaking steadily down your thighs and onto the sheets beneath you more so coating his shiny gold.

“Look at you,” He murmurs opening you up more. “Dripping all over my rings like a desperate little wife. You love feeling them on your pretty pussy, don’t you?”

You desperately pull down on your tied wrists against the sheets. Your hips twitch uncontrollably trying to grind against the cool metal.

Jungkook chuckles darkly.

He dips his fingers lower curling them deep.

Tears of pleasure stings your eyes as your husband mercilessly continues with fucking you with his fingers.

Every time your moans get louder, every time your pussy starts clenching too hard around his fingers he slows down or pulls back completely leaving you empty and throbbing.

You sob from the frustration and overwhelming pleasure. “I can’t.. koo.. please let me come..”

Jungkook leans down pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your inner thigh. “No,” he sounds almost gentle despite the cruel way he’s denying you.

“You’re gonna come only on my cock tonight.”

He flips you over onto your stomach as his possessive hands manhandle your body yanking your ass up high.

Your tied hands remain stretched above your head. Your back arches deeply, ass presented perfectly for him pussy dripping and exposed.

“Fuck, look at you,” He holds you in place with a bruising grip as he admires the view of his wife.

You finally finally feel the drag of Jungkook’s leaking cock through your soaked folds. The hot tip teases your clit all the way down to your entrance. You can’t help it as you push back against him trying to take him inside.

“My greedy little wife,” he lets out a chuckle.

Before you can form a single word he pushes in with a deep thrust. A loud cry rips from your throat. Jungkook’s cock finds home as he buries himself to the hilt. The sudden fullness makes your walls flutter wildly around him.

“Fuck- baby,” he groans, fingers digging harder into your waist.

He doesn’t give you any time to breathe. He pulls back almost all the way only to slam back in harder setting a brutal pace right away. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass fills the room, mixed with your broken moans and his low grunts.

Your hands fist the sheets above your head as he fucks you roughly from behind manhandling your body however he pleases.

“Take it,” his voice drips possession. “Take every fucking inch like you’ve been begging for all day.”

You’re so glad the rooms in this farmhouse are built soundproof because the noises spilling from your mouth are beyond obscene. Every brutal thrust forces another filthy sound out of you. wet slaps of skin against skin mixing with the squelch of your soaked pussy taking his cock.

Jungkook fucks you rough and deep. His relentless pace makes you see stars. pounding into you from behind as if he’s trying to fuck the brat right out of your body.

His hand slides up from your waist to cup your breast to grope the soft flesh roughly. His fingers find your hardened nipple and pinch it hard.

You cry out.

You’re so close already.

He tugs your hair back roughly with one hand making your back arch until it presses against his strong chest. A strangled moan rips from your throat. The new position has his cock hitting even deeper inside you.

His hand snakes up your body and wraps firmly around your throat making your moan turn choked.

“You don’t get to come until I say so."

He bites down on whatever part of your skin his mouth can reach. His teeth sink in to leave dark bruises, marking you up as he continues thrusting into you with punishing strokes.

“All fucking mine,” he growls right against your ear. His hand tightens slightly around your throat as he speaks. "Taking my cock so well.”

His other hand slides down your body pressing rubbing against your swollen clit.

The sudden added stimulation makes your entire body jerks violently as the orgasm crashes through you.

Tears spill freely from your eyes, sliding down into your hair as your walls clamp down around his cock like a vice. Your pussy gushes around him while he keeps thrusting through it until your legs shake uncontrollably.

"such a brat, aren't you."

You barely recover from the first orgasm of the night before your husband has you on your back.

You try focusing your blurry eyes on him.

Jungkook has his hand stroking his cock glistening with your sweet arousal. The sight of you wrecked and crying beneath him makes him more feral.

He moves on top of you taking your tied wrists and pins them above your head. His mouth crashes down on you hard.

Jungkook barely gives you a moment to breathe between his devouring kisses. You moan against his lips as his cock slides all the way in you again. His hand tightens around your wrists as he starts fucking you harder.

Though the Jeon house has highest grade furnitures but the way Jungkook fucks into you. you pray the bed doesn't break.

“Wanted your husband's cock so bad, didn’t you?” he punctuates each word with a hard thrust. “Now take it. All of it. It’s all yours, baby.”

You can only sob in pleasure as he fucks you into oblivion as he keeps pounding and pouring filthy praises just for you.

You feel like you’re floating in a dream.

You have no idea how many hours have passed. All you know is the endless pleasure of being pulled apart and put back together by your husband’s insatiable hunger.

His stamina is almost animalistic, reminding you of your honeymoon phase when he'd made love seven days a week. In your husband's words, he could never get enough of his beautiful wife.

Jungkook has always been quite experimental with your sex life. loves trying new things, toys, positions on you. but his absolute favourite is still classic missionary. because he gets to see your face when you come.

Jungkook has both of your legs pushed up over his shoulders now folding you in half as he drives into you insane. The angle is brutal, making your eyes roll back.

when he pulls your legs down making them wrap weakly around his waist. your thighs are barely able to hold onto him so Jungkook hooks one arm under your thigh holding it up for you. You’ve completely lost count of how many orgasms you’ve had tonight.

Your mind is too blissed out to keep track of anything and your husband just can’t seem to stop. Jungkook chases every broken moan that leaves your lips.

By the time he finally spills inside you for the last time, you’re more than completely spent.

Your body is covered in his marks. Your pussy is leaking his cum and your legs are shaking so badly you know with absolute certainty you won’t be able to walk properly tomorrow morning.

Jungkook collapses beside you holding you in his arms. You're too dizzy to figure what's happening anymore. But you sure feel your wrists getting lighter followed by so many soft kisses on them and your forehead and your cheeks before you finally pass out.

--

The first thing you register as you awaken are feather-light touches gliding over your skin along with lips trailing down your bare back. You stir letting out a hum.

Jungkook’s hand continues its slow caress down the curve of your waist, over the dip of your hip, then back up again. He becomes so soft after every intense night you spend together. It never not makes you fall for him harder each time.

Jungkook nuzzles his head into your neck while his hand slips between your legs with aching gentleness. His fingers almost caresses over your swollen folds.

A soft whine escapes you as turn around in his embrace, but the moment you do, a sharp hiss leaves your lips.

“Shit, baby” he speaks while his eyes look down to check. “hurts a lot?”

you nuzzle your face into his neck seeking his warmth.

“I can manage..” you mumble against his skin.

Jungkook places a kiss to your hair.

“I’ll cook your favourite pasta when we get home."

You immediately look up at him.

“Work?”

He brushes a hair aside from your face.

“Taking the day off.”

Your face lights up and you lean to peck his cheek.

“I’ll make cheesecake too.” Jungkook shows you his other cheek.

You smile childishly wrapping your arms around his neck smacking another one of your sweet pecks.

“And?”

He slides you closer by your waist, tangling your legs together with his.

“And I’m gonna give you a Jeon Jungkook special massage,” he finishes with a peck on your nose.

“And?” you tilt your head still grinning.

Jungkook lets out a quiet laugh.

“And I’m gonna spoil my wife so so much.” his thumb brushes over your cheek.

“You already do,” you lean in to kiss him properly on the lips. He chases your mouth when you try to pull away.

God knows his company only allowed him to show his darkest persona because J-Hope was already a very popular name and he could bring in the numbers, even while trying something as different as this. 

“So you told us you wanted to film two music videos for your album, More and Arson?” one of HYBE’s producers was sitting on the side of the long table in the office room, while Hoseok was seated at the head of the table. “Based on the references you gave us, we created some mockups of the sets, and storyboards to show you. Which do you want to start with?” 

“Let’s do More first, please.” Hoseok nodded with a professional smile, sitting up straighter when a couple of the staff members brought mockup models of miniature rooms. 

Hoseok was shown what looked like a hospital room, a living room, a garage, an office; all spaces he had included in the briefing he filled out. It was always nice to see his ideas coming to life, even if he could already see a detail or two that had been interpreted a little differently from what he wanted. 

But they had time to fix–

The tiny buzz of his phone on the pocket of his pants was enough to break the focused gaze he had on the producer. Nodding his head to show that he was still listening, Hoseok pulled his personal phone out, just to check who was texting him. 

His heart did a somersault in his chest as he read the notification:

💕💋🌸Baby Girl sent you a message. Unlock to view. 

The triad of emojis always made him laugh, he still remembered you carefully picking each one of them when you finally changed his contact for you from your name to your title. 

For privacy reasons, Hoseok never allowed any of his notifications to show its contents on his screen, he’d have to unlock the device if he wanted to figure out what you wanted. In hindsight, he should wait until the end of the meeting. But what if it was urgent? You knew not to distract him when he was working and you above all people knew he was busy –you hadn’t been able to see each other for a little over a week for that very reason–. 

Besides, after this meeting was done, he had a RUN BTS episode to shoot and there’s no way he’d open your chat next to his nosey members. 

And he could admit it to himself that he missed you. 

So fucking much. 

More than he’d admit it even to yourself. 

“Hobi-ssi?” the call of his name made him look up from his phone, ears feeling a little hotter now that he realized people were waiting for him to answer a question he absolutely did not hear. 

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that, hyung-nim?” 

“Sorry, I said we have some locations in mind that we’d like to show you, and what we think we could do with it.” the man repeated and Hoseok was already nodding. 

“Please, show me, sure.” 

Now, Hoseok did try focusing on the slide show being shown on the television across from him, he did attempt to find empty square rooms and warehouses interesting. But his phone buzzed a couple more times and he just couldn’t ignore it any longer. 

Hoseok dimmed the brightness of his screen and sat back against his chair, spreading his legs so he could hide the phone between them and under the waxed mahogany table. 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: Daddy. 

Before he even got to the following text messages, Hoseok’s blood already felt hot in his veins. 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: Guess what I’m doing! 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: I’ll give you a hint: 🛍️ 

Hoseok: I don’t know what you’re doing, baby, but I’m at work rn. 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: I’m shopping! 

Hoseok: Shouldn’t you be at work right now too? 🤨

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: I’m at my lunch break right now, duh. I was feeling sad, so I came to the mall :( 

Now, this would be a great time for Hoseok to wish you a good day, remind you to eat before your break was over and get back to the slides being explained to him. But you said you were sad. Hoseok never wanted you to be sad. 

Hoseok: Why are you sad, baby? 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: Because I miss you :( 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: So much. Daddy is being mean. 

Hoseok: I’m not being mean, I’m just busy. I’ll see you during the weekend, you know that. 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: That’s three days away!! :(((( Wanna see you now. 

Hoseok: Don’t start that, you know I can’t. 

Hoseok: Do you still have that credit card I gave you? 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: I do. 

Hoseok: Use it to buy yourself whatever you want, so you’re not sad anymore. How about that? 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: Thank you, daddy! 

Hoseok: And eat. 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: Okaaaay. 🙄

Hoseok: Don’t give me that attitude now. Send me a picture to prove you had a healthy meal. 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: And it has to be healthy too?? 

Hoseok: Yes. 

Hoseok bit down a laugh, imagining your little petulant pout and roll of your eyes as you hated it when he made you eat healthy. And he didn’t even mean a salad or some shit like that, he just didn’t think you should live off of instant noodles and dumplings. 

He knew he was playing with fire when it came to you, and not because he was texting you while in the middle of a meeting. Your relationship… If he could even call it that, was less than ideal. 

You were a great deal younger than him, younger than Jungkook even, which was usually where he drew the line. Fresh out of university, he met you when you had just started your first job. Not even a job, but an internship in your field of studies. It would have been fine, too, Hoseok wasn’t big headed enough to only get involved with famous people. 

If anything, he preferred that you were unknown, that came less drama when hooking up with anonymous people. 

But your internship was at MEJIWOO. The clothing brand that was founded and owned by his sister. 

T H E N 

As far as he knew, you met his older sister when Jiwoo needed a pretty girl to model her clothes. You just had to be in a few pictures for the website and to post ON Instagram, but you showed so much efficiency and passion –and the fact you were a fashion design graduate student– that you ended up being hired as an intern for the brand. 

Hoseok didn’t really have the habit of visiting his sister at work, or at all, a fact Jiwoo very much nagged him about. But, on a fateful day, he did. And that’s when he met you for the first time. 

At least ten women worked alongside his sister, but you were the first one to ever catch his eye. Not only because he had never seen you in the office before, not even because Jiwoo introduced you to him as this angel that came into her life when she wasn’t expecting. 

You were just something else. 

First of all, you were so damn shy you could barely look him in the eye for the first several minutes you were in the same room together. You were shorter than him, obviously younger, too, as you had this youthful sparkle about you; the world clearly hadn’t had its hands on you yet. 

Your eyes were filled with innocent wonder, your pastel colored clothes made you seem innocent. An angel, like Jiwoo said; someone perfectly crafted for a man like Hoseok to ruin. 

Jiwoo didn’t know it at the time, or she wouldn’t have introduced the two of you. She wouldn’t even have left you alone together as she had to take a call from one of the textile suppliers. Not that Hoseok would just jump you, he had more class than that. Nothing even happened during that first meeting, but it was enough to engrave you into his brain. 

He couldn’t stop thinking about your dulcet voice that sounded like melted caramel, or how small your hands were when you served him a cup of coffee, or how sweet you were when you warned him the mug was hot; as if he couldn’t see the steam blowing out. 

You were so damn pretty, but not in the obvious, carefully produced idol-way he was used to. There was nothing unnatural about you, everything you had, you were born with and he could appreciate unadulterated beauty. 

It was safe to assume that Hoseok kept coming back to visit his sister at work, with so many excuses that she would surely suspect something was up sooner than later. But the thing was, there was something about you that Jiwoo didn’t know about. Something Hoseok wasn’t supposed to notice either, but he did. 

The first time he saw it, he chucked it off to a fashion choice. A personal preference. And for what he could see, during his impromptu visits to your workplace, you didn’t wear it everyday either. 

But the days that you did wear it were the days you were a little more jittery than usual, a little more stressed, that’s how he knew. The delicate silver chain you wore around your neck was what tipped him off; unassuming for anyone that didn’t know the lifestyle, just a thin necklace that sat snug against your throat, with a sterling circle in the middle. 

A subtle day collar for a submissive. 

As if you needed to be any more perfect for him. 

Still, he couldn’t just assume, taking a risk as it was just the two of you inside Jiwoo’s main office, as you served him an iced tea instead of coffee this time, with a meek:

“It’s quite hot today and this tea is pretty popular with everyone in the office.” you had told him then, no longer scared of looking him in the eye. “I added sugar, though, because I thought you might like sweet things.” 

It should be shameful the way Hoseok’s lips moved slowly as he praised: “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” 

You let out the tiniest gasp, freezing on the spot as the air inside the office became charged. Hoseok was a lot of things, but he wasn’t stupid. And he knew when people were attracted to him, there were just so many times you could leave your post to spend a few minutes with him whenever he came over to visit, and serving drinks wasn’t in your list of tasks. 

You also weren’t as subtle as you thought you were, often staring at his lips when he spoke, or your eyes moved to his fingers and stayed there for a beat too long. 

“You were correct, don’t worry.” he had smiled at you in hopes of soothing your nerves. His right hand reached out to the thin silver necklace around your throat, giving the circle a teeny tug with his pointer finger. And the whine that you tried to muffle was the best music to his ears. “I love sweet things.” 

Your pretty eyes were round and there were lines of confusion between your brows. Your lips were slightly parted and covered in a pink gloss that he was dying to taste. The idol had never felt like this for anybody else before you, this want that made him ignore the voice in his head yelling about how much of a bad idea this was. You were driving him crazy and you had no idea.  

Hoseok was already risking a lot more than he should, there was no way he would be able to keep coming back to his sister’s office, he was running out of excuses. And ‘I desperately want to fuck your newest intern’ wouldn’t be taken in such a positive light. He could also leave you incredibly offended with his next words, but he mumbled them anyway: 

“Do you already belong to anyone, angel?” 

Your breath hitched and you swallowed hard, the prettiest blush covering your cheeks. You knew exactly what he was asking, exactly what he meant. “I don’t. Not yet.” 

“Are you looking for a–” 

His question was interrupted when Jiwoo rushed back into her office apologizing to Hoseok for being so busy and asking you to check the status of a delivery she had been waiting for. You escaped through his grasp and Hoseok was sure he missed his chance. 

But then, just as he was leaving after having to sit through a very painful conversation about fashion cycles and marketing opportunities in China, you hurried to catch up with him and your boss as they waited for the elevator to arrive. 

“Excuse, Hoseok-ssi.” you were out of breath and bowing as you handed him a small magazine. “Here’s our latest catalog. The one you asked to see.” 

Excitement bubbled on Hoseok’s stomach as he could take a hint when he needed to. He thanked you with a bow in return and hugged his sister goodbye. In the safety and solitude of the elevator, Hoseok wooshed through the pages of the catalog, finding a note scribbled with a pink gel pen:

‘This is my number. If you’re interested. xx’

N O W 

It’s been six months. 

Hoseok had fucked you more times than he could count, the two of you had been so close to getting caught —by his sister, by his members, by the public– and he couldn’t give you up. Not when you were more than he was expecting, a one night stand that turned into more than he had bargained for. 

You went from being a nice fuck to someone Hoseok couldn’t give up. Only two weeks after you slept together for the first time –and second and third times–, he asked to be your Dom. 

It started as a mutually beneficial agreement, where the two of you would meet up whenever you were both free and in the mood. It was supposed to be about sex, just two adults that were surprisingly compatible in bed. 

But you just had to be incredibly smart, able to hold a conversation with him –when pillowtalk wasn’t even in his list of interests–, you were also sweeter than he thought, slightly naive, trusting and kind, which was the perfect recipe for Hoseok to become extremely protective of you. 

Your relationship evolved into exactly that, him taking care of you in more ways than one, just like you did to him. 

You were patient with him when he was stressed about his album, you came over to his studio with snacks just because you knew he could go hours without remembering to even drink a sip of water, you allowed him to take out his frustrations on you, leaving behind handprints and bite marks as proof. 

He was good to you in more ways than he thought he could, too; Hoseok listened to your worries and assured you your fears and anxieties about your future were all in your head, he paid off the rest of student debts just so you could have a little less weight on your shoulders, he was there for you when you just wanted to not think for a while. 

Hoseok was someone you could count and depend on. And you were the only person he wasn’t afraid of showing his true self to. You were accepting of all sides of him, the good and the ugly. And, sometimes, Hoseok thought you might love them too. 

Whether or not he had caught unrequited feelings for you along the way, he wasn’t quite ready to admit just yet. 

It was about thirty minutes later that his phone buzzed again, after decisions had been made about both music videos he was planning on filming and releasing. Yet, there was so much more that had to be looked over; from make-up looks, to outfit changes and how many extras they would need to hire. 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl sent you an attachment. Unlock to view. 

The man stopped listening to the head of the makeup department as she was in the middle of explaining to him how her team could create burn effects to make it look like his skin was peeling off. 

You sent him a picture and Hoseok was quick to assume it would be an artsy shot of your food, the proof you were eating well. He was praising you in his head already, as he so carelessly unlocked his phone and clicked on the notification to see–

“Fuck–” 

Hoseok cursed under his breath as he saw a picture of you in what clearly looked like the changing room of a lingerie store, based on what you were wearing. The fancy kind, too, if the champagne flute in the corner of the shot was anything to go by. 

At least you were making good use of the credit card he had given you. 

It was hard to pry his eyes away from you, as what you were wearing left nothing to the imagination. It was a flimsy two piece, pink set that was made of transparent mesh and nothing else. He could see your nipples darkening the material of the bra, the little bow in the front of the panties, the soft curves of smooth skin on your perfect body. 

Plump breasts slightly pushed out by the position of your arms, hips jutted out letting him kind of see the supple curve of your ass. 

Your face was in frame, too, bottom lip worried between your teeth and the same innocent eyes that had entrapped him. No matter how many times he told you to hide your face, just so you’d be safe. You never listened, assuring him you trusted him. It wasn’t his morals that he feared, but the very real possibility of something leaking, just because of who he was. 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl sent you an attachment. Loading…

Hoseok’s chest was expanding with his heavy breaths, cock starting to twitch inside his pants. He couldn’t do this right now, his staff had taken time out of their busy schedules in order to put up this presentation for him and he had no idea what they were even talking about anymore. 

It didn’t help that when the file you sent finished loading, the idol realized it was a fucking video. 

Hoseok: Baby, what are you doing? 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: Just showing you what I’m buying! Do you not like it? 

Hoseok: I like it, but you can’t do this to me right now, I’m in the middle of a meeting. 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: You didn’t answer me. Does it?

Hoseok: Yes I did, I said I like it. 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: Not the text, didn’t you open the video, daddy? 

Hoseok: Baby girl, I’m warning you to behave. 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: Well, I don’t feel like behaving right now. 

Hoseok: Is that so? 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: I’m not seeing you anytime soon

Hoseok: So you think that means you get to act like a brat? 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: You can’t do anything about it anyway. 

Most of the time you were a good girl for him. Pliant, obedient, the perfect little sub for him. That didn’t mean you didn’t act out every now and then, that you didn’t behave like a spoiled brat to get what you wanted. Hoseok understood it, too, as it was your way of getting back at him for being too busy, for neglecting you. 

He couldn’t deny that it was exciting for him too, it gave him the chance to discipline you accordingly. 

Hoseok really shouldn’t fucking open the video you sent him, but he was so weak for you. With a heavy sigh, he looked up to where the staff and producers were discussing amongst themselves, likely believing that if Hoseok was to disagree he’d join the conversation. 

Shuffling through the few contents of his pocket, the idol easily found the earbud case and took one one out, popping it in his ear as he waited for the small beeping sound to let him know the bluetooth connected fully. 

His hand was still holding his phone under the table as his thumb pressed play. 

Your phone was propped up somewhere, at the level of your hips, so you didn’t need to keep holding it. The video started with a closeup shot of your tits as you pressed record, and then you took a couple steps back to show him the same pink set of the picture. 

He should really get you a new phone, with a higher definition on the front camera, but he could still see you perfectly. Stunning as always, mischievous as can me. 

“Hi, daddy.” you told him, uncaring of who might hear you outside of the changing room. As you spoke, you moved this way and that to show him how the lingerie hugged your curves. “I’m thinking of buying this, what do you think? You know you’ll be the only one to see me in it.”

You knew what you were doing, clearly, playing his possessiveness over you. And you were right. Although you weren’t together, you were exclusive. He was your Dom. You belonged to him. 

You walked a little closer to the camera, turning around so he could see your backside, ass cheeks swallowing the tiny pink bottom. Hoseok’s breathing was chopped as your small fingers hooked on the sides of the underwear and he really wanted you to pull it down, bend over and spread. 

Instead, you pulled it up a couple of times, making the thin band get stuck just a little more into your ass, plump and perfectly round cheeks jiggling with the movement. You were a fucking work of art, nice ass and hips, merging into a narrow and delicate waist. He could devour you whole, and his hardening cock most definitely agreed. 

“Does it make you wanna fuck me, daddy?” your voice was whiny and breathy. “My ass doesn’t have your prints anymore, I miss you so much.” you turned around then, taking the phone in your hand and aiming it to your face and tits. “I miss choking on your big cock. Wish you were with me. I’d be on my knees for you, would you like that?” 

That was as far as he could go, clicking out of the video as his baggy pants suddenly felt surprisingly tight and his brain was sluggish with the thoughts of you. Your mouth that belonged around his cock, your perfect ass that he loved to spank until it was read. You kept saying you missed him and that was a sentiment he could very much agree on. 

He missed everything about you. From your body to your giggles and smart mouth. You had plans to spend the weekend together, when you came over to his apartment, but now he wasn’t sure if he could wait three days for that either. 

Hoseok: You’re in trouble now, baby girl. 

Some girls at the office definitely thought you had it easy. 

Surely, for an intern, you did get put in too many projects and you had the opportunity to be in meetings and go to events with your boss that some of them didn't, but that was a result of your hard work and nothing else. 

They didn't see the many nights you stayed in the office until after hours to help Jiwoo meet her deadlines, they weren’t there when you came over early to make sure the office was spotless for when the possible investors came over for meetings. 

All they saw was a young girl desperate to be the boss' favorite. It wasn't completely a lie, you did like Jiwoo very much, but you didn't kiss her ass as most of them thought you did. 

Today had been a particularly draining day, which is why you ended up at the mall during your lunch break, refusing to stay near Mina and Seulgi as they gossiped in the break room, making a point to exclude you from their conversation. 

It was with cloudy thoughts and heavy bones that you unlocked the door of your apartment, kicking your shoes off at the small entrance. You didn't remember leaving the living room light on as you left this morning, cursing yourself at the unnecessary added cost to your energy bill. 

When you crossed the threshold properly was when you saw him, the very handsome man seated on your couch. Hoseok looked like he belonged there, like he owned everything in the room, including you. 

"Seok–" you breathed out your surprise, dropping your shopping bags and your purse on the small side table at the entrance of the living room. 

"Surprise." he smiled sweetly, getting up from his spot and letting you bury yourself in his chest. 

"What are you doing here?" your arms were around his middle as his chin rested on top of your head. 

"You said you missed me." he shrugged, a movement you felt under your cheek. "Everything okay?" 

"Mhm, just a long day." you assured him.

It should be surprising how your body instantly started to relax just from being in Hoseok’s presence. Your muscles were loosening, your thoughts began slowing down. But it came as no surprise at all, this was always the reaction he caused on you. You didn’t know if it could be explained who Hoseok was to you, or by the not-so-tiny feelings you harbored for him. 

Having Jung Hoseok in your living room, after letting himself in with the spare key you gave him for emergencies, wasn’t something you ever thought you’d get; not a year ago when you started working for his sister, not now. Even though you had at this point, many times. 

He was studying you intently, you noticed, knowing damn well he'd be able to tell if anything was going on. He knew when you were upset, he knew when you were nervous about work, he knew when you were excited, he knew when you missed home. 

Tonight, you hoped he saw how much you actually did miss him. You could see it on him right back, how he missed you, too.

“Did you eat, baby?” his hand touched the side of your face, lifting it so he could look at you properly. Read it in your eyes if you decided to lie. 

“Oh, shit.” you gasped, brows furrowing. 

“Yn.”

The stern way in which he called your name made your heart rate skyrocket. Not because you feared him, but because you hated to disappoint him. 

Having someone pay close attention to your meals, to the point of asking for proof, could be considered a red flag. But this was Hoseok. The only red things about him were his lips once you kissed him hard enough, and the color of his heart.

He didn’t ask about it to be controlling, even if he could, based on the nature of your relationship. But you had a genetic condition –thanks, Eomma– that made you prone to low blood pressure. It never stopped you from living your life and most of the time you forgot about it, which sometimes got you in trouble. 

You could get dizzy, feel weak, get horrible headaches, nausea and during more extreme crises, you could faint. It was safe to assume that when Hoseok learned this about you, he took it upon himself to make sure you looked after yourself better. 

It didn’t always work out, which is why he was looking at you with hard eyes and a reprimanding pull on his lips. All you could do was stare at the little mole he had on his upper lip as you tried to explain:

“No, I– I did.” you assured him, hand resting on his forearm and giving it a light squeeze. “Sun-he brought sandwiches to the office, so everyone ate, but I forgot to send you the picture, I'm sorry.”

“That's okay, as long as you ate.” Hoseok let go of a small sigh of relief, thumb caressing your cheekbone. “Are you hungry now?”

You answered him with a little shrug. 

Something wasn't right with you, Hoseok noticed as soon as you stepped into your home, which immediately halted the plans he had for you tonight. 

His punishment for the little stunt you pulled this afternoon would have to wait. 

Your shoulders were down in a slump, you kept rolling your neck in small twists as if trying to release the tension in your muscles, your eyes were starting to glaze over and your lips were forming that natural pout he loved to kiss. 

Hoseok knew you didn't always have it easy at work with people constantly undermining you, being so young in such a cutthroat work field meant it was easy for you to be put into highly stressful situations and be expected to deal with it. 

Jiwoo would never treat you unfairly, he knew his sister appreciated you and took you under her wing, treating you as her own pupil. But that also put a target on your back when it came to the other workers in the office. He knew about it because you confided in him, but you refused to bring it to his sister’s attention. 

He understood it, too, you didn't want to cause trouble or animosity at the office, despite him telling you over and over again that his sister would listen. 

Hoseok oftentimes thought about saying something to Jiwoo himself, but fearing the questions that would follow, and not wanting to make his sister even more suspicious, he never did. 

"Not wearing your collar today?" he asked you quietly, the back of his fingers touching the side of your neck, making you lean into his touch. 

Your day-collar was what made him make the first move on you all those months ago, but back then he didn't know all that it meant to you. 

He saw it as a way for you to display a side of your personality that would only be interpreted by the community you were both into, but it ran a lot deeper than that. 

To you, in a way, it was a safety blanket. It had the power to ground you, to center you, and help you find a balance. It brought you comfort, a sense of stability. 

You had confessed to him that it started meaning a lot more once he became your Dom, as it served as a reminder of him. 

“Didn't think I'd need it today, so I left it at home.” you explained, the hand that wasn’t touching him raised to touch your own throat, likely feeling the absence of your collar around it. “Besides, I think Seulgi is starting to realize what it is.”

“How come?” Hoseok frowned. He never did like Seulgi and her nosy ass. 

“She watched a movie, so they were talking about BDSM in the break room.” you explained, lips turned into a grimace, eyes dropping from his. 

“Did that make you uncomfortable?” 

You shrugged again before replying: “I just hate how there's a lot of wrong information out there, especially in movies. They just exaggerate everything.”

“I know. But you’re home now.” Hoseok tried to stir the conversation away, you were clearly stressed and talking about everything that was wrong and dangerous about that wouldn’t help. His touch was gentle as he pressed his lips to your forehead. “You can put it on if you want to.”

“How long will you stay?” you already sounded so small, Hoseok hated himself for being so busy lately. He knew it wasn’t his choice, but he never liked the feeling that he had been neglecting you in any way. 

"As long as you need me to." he meant it, but there was still hesitation in your posture. You knew he shouldn't even be here tonight in the first place, and now you were needing him to stay. "Go take a shower and relax, then you can pick out a collar and I'll take care of you. I ordered some food that must be getting delivered any time now. Sounds good?"

"Yeah, very good. Thank you." 

You raised on your feet to press your lips to the corner of his mouth and it would be so easy to hold you there, turn his face and kiss you properly. God knows he wanted to. You kept running leaps on Hoseok’s mind all day, he watched the little video you sent him over and over again, palming himself over his pants more times than he’d like to admit. 

Touching himself to pictures and videos of you, while locked inside HopeWorld, wasn’t a rare feature. But he had made the conscious decision to come over tonight, so he didn’t pull his cock out, did chase that relief that wouldn’t feel as good as it would if he was with you. 

So he waited. 

And he’d wait even more, if you weren’t in the mood later. Just taking care of you, in any way he could, was enough to make Hoseok happy. 

Your arrangement was a lot less about dominating someone, making them bend to his every will, and a lot more about helping them feel free. 

Every Dom/sub relationship had intricacies that made them unique, what worked for him might not work for others and vice versa. That's one of the things that drew him so much to you at the beginning; how the two of you seemingly wanted the same things. 

You wanted that safety net, you wanted to rely on someone else to take care of you when you had to be independent and take care of yourself in every other aspect of your life. 

And Hoseok wanted to feel needed in more ways than just desired. Yes the base of your relationship was sexual, but that's not all it was. As your Dom, his role was to lead, guide, protect and take care of you, besides enforce, discipline and exercise his control over you. 

For you, it was about relinquishing that control, surrendering to him completely. 

It was the power play that attracted him to the lifestyle in the first place, the blind trust you had to put on him in order to be so vulnerable, in order to give yourself to him.

But Hoseok knew that there was a lot more to it than wanting to hold the power in your relationship. He’d had many talks about this with Namjoon, where the leader told him about articles he read where D/s relationships –when done right and with consent– were psychologically beneficial to the participants, some even might use it as a form of therapy. 

Of course Namjoon didn't know Hoseok was in that kind of relationship with someone by the time of their talk, so Hoseok wondered if he brought it up for his sake or if his best friend was looking into getting a submissive of his own. 

A couple of minutes after he heard the shower turning on in your bedroom, the intercom rang in your small kitchen to let him know the food he ordered was being delivered. He didn’t like people coming up to your doorstep, so Hoseok went to the lobby of the building to pay for it and bring it up himself. 

You were still washing up as he took the food out of the to-go containers and put them onto plates, filling up glasses of orange juice and placing everything in the counter, by the two stalls on the opposite side. 

Hoseok knew where everything in your apartment was, from the many times he had been over. Not only that, he could see parts of himself in your space too; from the colorful flower cushion on your couch that you liked so much he let you take it from his studio and keep it, the polaroid shots stuck to your fridge that he had taken with his camera –even if none of them had either of you in the frame–, the Mang hairband on the little dish by your door, which you had bought yourself and excitedly sent him a picture of. 

He knew when he walked into your bathroom, he’d see a black toothbrush next to your green one, a half empty bottle of his favorite cologne on the counter, and an extra clean towel hanging by the shower, just in case. 

It was the little things that really got to him, made him wonder if you were slowly walking into something more. Sometimes he questioned if you were already more, but the two of you were too afraid to ask the other about it. 

“Oh, what smells so good?” 

You were padding out of your bedroom to find Hoseok in your kitchen. He wasn’t really doing anything, just waiting for you to join him while lost in his own head. Your voice broke him out of his trance and he smiled at you, which only grew when he saw you wearing one of the shirts he ‘accidentally’ left behind. 

“I think that’s you, baby.” he grinned, knowing you’d either tease him about being cheesy or squirm. 

“Stop it.” you giggled, avoiding his eyes as you stretched your arm with your palm up, the collar you picked sitting prettily on it. “I’m two seconds away from slipping, if you keep talking to me like that I’ll go non-verbal on your ass.” 

Hoseok laughed in that delicious way of his, head tilting back as he took the collar from your hand. It was rare for you to slip into a subspace so deep you forgot how to use your words, but it did happen every now and then; when you were under a lot of stress or extremely tired. 

“It’s okay if you do.” he assured you, fingers holding onto the fabric of your shirt to pull you closer to his body. “You know I’ll take care of you. You trust me, don’t you? Will you surrender yourself to me?”

Hoseok’s voice was like a current dragging you deeper and deeper, lulling you like the sweetest lullaby. Your muscles were relaxed after your scorching hot shower and your brain had started to quiet just because you knew Hoseok was in your home. Surrendering to him would hardly be a challenge as there was nothing else you wanted more. 

“Yes.” it sounded so close to a whimper that your cheeks heated. 

“Yes, what, baby girl?” Hoseok probed, lifting your chin and pushing your hair away from your shoulders and neck. 

“Yes, daddy.” you repeated with so much conviction the man hummed in appreciation. 

“Always a good girl for me.” he praised, knowing what it did to you. Searching for the clasp of your collar, he asked: “Can I put it on you?”

You nodded and squared your shoulders and stretched your neck, as if that would make his job easier. You were just so cute presenting yourself, allowing him to put the collar around your neck. You had no idea what it did to him, surely. Hoseok was your Dom, but you were the powerful one in this relationship. This agreement. 

Your choice for today was a delicate gold band, a bit firmer than your usual day-collars. Hoseok put it around your neck and used the little heart-shaped padlock to lock it into place, slipping the tiny key that opened it on the front pocket of his pants for safe keeping. 

“You picked such a pretty one today.” Hoseok praised again, studying your face, wanting to read your every reaction to his words, to his touches. “Almost as pretty as you.” 

“Thank you.” you softly beamed, nibbling on your bottom lip. “It’s my favorite one.” 

“Why is that?” 

Hoseok asked, but you knew he already had that answer. It was your favorite because it was the first collar he had ever given you. It was too fancy for you to wear everyday, and the lock on the front –albeit small– was a dead giveaway that it wasn’t just a fashionable choker. 

Still, your Dom didn’t like it when he asked you a question and you didn’t answer, which is why you croaked out: 

“My daddy gave it to me.” 

That seemed to appease Hoseok, as he smiled proudly before taking you to the tall benches by your kitchen island. You ate the dinner he ordered side by side, with a light conversation where he told you about the meetings he had all day, and how he found out his MTBI is INFJ after a RUN BTS episode he filmed earlier in the day. 

You loved how passionate Hoseok was about his work; solo or related to his group. He always worked so hard, often helping his members with their own projects too. You almost felt bad for teasing him with the text messages and the video you sent. 

Almost being the keyword. 

Because you didn’t think he’d be at your side right now if you hadn’t. 

Hoseok always made sure you ate all your food and drank the full glass of whatever he poured you, even when you tried to be picky and sneak the greens you didn’t quite like to the side of your plate. At least having a full belly meant you were a lot more like yourself, albeit sluggish and a little lazy. 

After the two of you were well fed, Hoseok asked if you wanted to watch a movie, but you didn’t really feel like focusing on much, telling him he could watch anything he wanted and you’d be perfectly fine with just being held. 

That’s how you ended up making out on your couch. 

Hoseok was sitting in the middle of your couch, spread legs as you straddled his hips, one knee on each side of him. His head was resting against the back of the couch as you leaned over him to kiss him. 

Kissing Hoseok was one of your favorite things in life, making you sigh as your lips slowly dragged over each other’s, his tongue lazily pushing inside your mouth to chase yours. His big hands were dragging up and down your thighs, squeezing your soft flesh, making you more than a little hot and bothered. 

Hoseok’s tongue was swirling over yours, licking all over your mouth in practiced moves that were making you pant and moan against his lips, heart-shaped mouth breaking into a smug smirk when you rocked your hips on top of his. 

When he pulled you onto his lap, you were happy to just kiss him for a while, not planning on keeping him in your apartment for much longer, knowing he had schedules early in the morning. But you were going a little crazy, drunk on his kisses, mind growing fuzzy when his hands slipped under your shirt –his shirt– to hold your hips with a firm grip. 

“My baby girl is getting needy, huh?” he teased, as if you couldn’t feel his hard cock each time you swivel your hips on top of him. 

“Always needy for you.” you whined, noise turning into a dragged moan as strong hands adjusted you on his lap so that your core could drag against the length of his bulge. “Oh, fuck.” 

Hoseok’s hands helped you move back and forth, rolling your hips on top of him to drag your pussy over his cock. The feeling of the harsh material of his pants was scratching your thighs, which was starting to get a little uncomfortable, but your pussy was throbbing too much for you to really care that much. 

Your lips dragged over Hoseok’s jaw as you kissed the sharp lines, making your way to his ear. You sucked his lobe into your mouth, breathing heavily and feeling his skin prickle with goosebumps under you. 

“Daddy,” you cried, letting go of his ear to kiss the column of his throat. You were mindful to not leave any marks behind, sucking on his skin softly enough not to bruise. “Do you wanna see what I bought?” 

Your Dom’s chuckle sounded like a scoff, making you pull away from his neck to sit up and look at him. Your hands were on his chest as his hands still palmed your ass. 

“You mean what I bought?” his smirk was sharp and challenging. “I got the notification on my phone, baby girl. It was an expensive little set you got, huh?” 

“I thought you liked it.” you blinked at him through your lashes, knowing the six figures would hardly make a dent on his bank account. “You said you liked it, daddy.” 

“Mhmm. I did.” he nodded, the tip of his wet tongue licking between his lips. “Was that pink set all you got?” 

“No.” you admitted sheepishly, with a sly glint in your eyes that made Hoseok’s cock jump in his pants. “There’s one more thing, which was a little more expensive than the set.” 

“What a spoiled little baby I have, huh?” his hands kept running up and down your thighs, all the way to your plump ass, then all the way back down. 

Hoseok was happy to see you were feeling better, playful even. The stress of your day –and his– having left the two of you completely after a few kisses. You looked so perfect on top of him like this, his sweet baby girl that looked so innocent, but who was capable of wicked things. 

He knew you were wearing the set you showed him this early afternoon, he had felt the scratch of the mesh material on the pads of his fingers as he touched you. And if watching a video of you on it was able to get him hard in a meeting room full of staff, his erection was borderline painful as he thought about seeing the real thing. 

“Won’t you show it to me, then?” it took great effort for Hoseok’s hands to leave you, dropping to his sides as he watched you with a raised brow and crooked head. “Let me see it, baby.” 

“It’s really cute, daddy.” 

You were nibbling on your bottom lip, eyes glossy, almost teary. Your cheeks had the prettiest blush and your chest rose and fell slowly with your heavy breaths. Your small hands held onto the hem of his shirt on your body and you lifted it so torturously slow that Hoseok had to control himself not to tear the fabric off of you himself. 

His eyes were glued to each new strip of smooth skin that was revealed to his eyes. Starting with the apex of your thighs that made way to the light pink panties that were so small it could barely cover your perfect little pussy. It was a lot more transparent in real life than in the video, he could see you perfectly. The thin material allowed him to see how wet you were, lips glistening slightly where your position allowed him to peek. 

“Go on, baby girl.” he urged you, planting his feet firmly on the floor to not rock his hips up into yours. 

“Won’t you even say please? Where are your manners, daddy?” you defied, hands perfectly still as you held the shirt where it was, just above the waistband of the panties. 

“Oh, you wanna be funny?” Hoseok chuckled, dark and menacing. 

“No.” you shrugged and one corner of your lips raised. “Just think it’s unfair that you’re always telling me to say please and thank you, and you never say them–” 

Hoseok didn’t let you finish talking back to him, a hand taking hold of the back of your neck, fingers slipping into the hair on the nape and pulling hard. You moaned shamelessly, eyes closing shut as he pulled your head back, mouth pressing against your cheek as he warned: “You better remember your fucking place.” 

“And what place is that, daddy?” 

“Wherever I fucking want it to be.” his lips dragged over the skin of your neck, tongue swiping to taste the metal of your collar, continuing down to the junction of where your neck met shoulder. “Keep that in mind if you want to be allowed to cum at all tonight.” 

You were breathing hard. 

You loved it when Hoseok talked to you like this, when he put you in your place, reminded you he was the one in charge. It was surprisingly relaxing and deliciously mind numbing, to know he would take care of you, make decisions for you for a little while. You could shut off your brain and just be. 

You liked to tease him and fight him for control just enough to rile him up, to get him in the mood and remind him that he could be rough with you, because you liked it. You could take it.

You were ready to play, you were ready for him to treat you like the little sub that you were; only for him. 

“I’m sorry, daddy.” you weren’t, and he knew that. But he’d play along for as long as you did. “I’ll be good.”

“Don’t keep me waiting.” his hand slipped out from your hair, your scalp was still stinging when he did so. 

Hoseok might not be ready to admit he was in love with you, but he did love it when you got like this. A little devil in disguise, a brat behind sweet smiles and tearful eyes. He especially loved knowing you could take everything he was ready to give you. 

He leaned back against the couch once more, eyes returning to your midriff as he didn’t want to miss a single second of your big reveal. He didn’t know what the extra purchase you made could be, since, if you were wearing something like a garter belt he would have felt it already. 

You continued to lift your shirt, showing him your wide hips that dipped into your waist, the smooth plane of your soft stomach, cute belly button, and then–

The very expensive kind of sparkle caught his eye. 

Your bottom lip was worried between your bottom lip and you looked almost concerned as his eyes flitted to your face questioningly. A if he’d ever complain about how much you spent on his credit card. 

“Go on, baby, let me see.” he chided, hands no longer at his sides, but resting on the dips of your hips. 

You lifted the shirt up to the level of your ribs, showing off the body chain around your cinched waist, made solely of sparkly crystals. Not quite diamonds, but shiny enough for him to know you really spoiled yourself with it. 

It was delicate and complimented your skin beautifully. Hoseok couldn’t blame you for picking it, it looked like it had been made for you. 

“My baby girl likes shiny things, huh?” Hoseok’s thumbs were rubbing soft circles on your skin, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth with his teeth as he looked you over. 

“Just wanna look good for daddy.” you whined, continuing: “I know you like shiny things, too. Thought you might like to fuck me with it on.” 

The man groaned, hips twitching, which was the reaction you were looking for. 

You could admit that adding the piece of body jewelry to the already pricey set you picked was a last minute decision, but you knew your Dom would like it. Your taste wasn’t nearly as expensive as his was, his basic underwear cost more than the couch he was sitting on. 

Besides, he liked to spoil you. And who were you to deny him? 

Before he could tell you off for taking too long again, you pulled the shirt all the way off, showcasing the bra hugging your breasts and pushing them up into perky mounds. The sheer fabric didn’t hide your nipples, which were pebbled under the material. Before the shirt was even touching the floor, Hoseok was holding you by the sides of your ribs, lips pressing against your collarbones. 

He kissed and nipped at your skin, covering it in reddening blossoms as his hands touched your sides and pulled you into him. You bowed under his touches, pushing your chest towards his face as he kissed a path to your mounds. Your hands slipped into his hair, shivers covering your skin as you looked down to find his half lidded eyes boring into yours. 

“Fuck, Hoseok–” your fingers squeezed his hair as his teeth sunk in on the supple flesh of your tit, tongue licking over the bite to soothe. 

“You’re so perfect, baby.” he hummed, eyes closing as his lips traced a wet path to your nipple. 

You were a whiny mess as his pouty lips latched around your hardened bud, over the thin layer of mesh of your bra. You felt his spit coating the fabric and covering your skin, the twirl of his tongue as he sucked it into his mouth making you moan and start a new pace with your hips, rubbing yourself all over his cock. Hoseok let go of your nipple to switch sides and repeat the same teasing moves with your other nipple. 

“Daddy, please.” you moaned, hands dropping to his shoulders to close in fists on the fabric of his shirt. 

“What is it you want, angel?” 

“Wanna go to my room.” you sighed as Hoseok kissed your chin, your cheek and the corner of your lips. “Please?” 

“Finally found your manners?” Hoseok grinned, which made you roll your eyes. “What was that?” 

You froze, eyes wide, looking anywhere but him. “Nothing, daddy. Please.” 

The man squinted at you, not at all convinced, but relented and gave your thighs a little tap so you could get up from his lap. There was a very obvious wet spot on his jeans, and you knew it was from you and how wet you were, you could feel your panties clinging to your folds as you stood up on wobbly legs. 

Your Dom didn’t comment on it as his hand slipped into yours and he let you pull him towards your bedroom, as if he hadn’t been there before, as if hadn’t carried you there more times than you walked there. 

You pushed your door open, rushedly approaching your bed, but before you could plop down on it like the perfect pillow princess that you were, Hoseok was pulling you into his hard chest. 

His hand went to the back of your neck to hold your face in place as he dragged you into a wet, slow and teasing kiss that had you moaning out, giving him enough space to shove his tongue into your mouth. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he turned your head this way and that to add delicious depth to the kiss. 

Hoseok was leaning into you hard, making you bow back as you kissed him just as feverishly, full of tongue and teeth nipping at each other’s lips. His free hand gave your ass a hard squeeze, making you moan louder as he pushed your legs apart to slot a knee between your legs. 

“Oh my god, daddy–” you whimpered at the new pressure on your cunt, rubbing yourself shamelessly against his hard thigh. 

“Yeah, baby? You like that?” his leg flexed as he mumbled against your lips and you couldn’t help but chase more of it. 

“So much.” you nodded, the dull throbs between your legs making you absolutely soaked. “You’re so good to me, daddy.” 

“I’m good to you when you earn it.” it sounded like a threat, or maybe a warning, you weren’t sure. 

As his lips met your neck and his deft fingers touched your back to unclasp your bra with a single tug, you pulled on his shirt with complaining noises. Hoseok chuckled at your reaction and removed his leg from between yours, just so he could have more balance to pull his own shirt off his body. 

You might have complained about the lack of pressure, but Hoseok’s body was always a sight to behold. So much so that you fell backwards, sitting on the edge of your bed as you admired him. 

Hoseok had to be the most handsome man you had ever seen in your life. Most of the time you doubted he was even real. 

His face was slender and beautifully long, jaw as sharp as his tongue. His nose was perfectly crafted, thin and elegant. Almond eyes under a strong brow bone and his fucking lips… 

And then there was his dancer’s body. 

Prominent collarbones, strong shoulders, slender arms that bulged slightly as he moved. The planes of his chest were muscular, but not exaggeratedly so. His stomach was lean, but full of lines and ridges that drew a path down to the delightful ‘V’ that led to the bulge tenting his baggy pants. 

Bulging veins ran up and down his arms, to the back of his hands as he touched his own stomach; teasing you further. With a step ahead, he was standing between your legs, holding your chin with two lithe fingers, tipping your head back and uttering a single word:

“Open.” 

You sucked in a sharp breath, jaw falling slack as you opened your mouth wide for him, tongue stretched out as your brain fogged further, hazy eyes blurring further. You watched with thighs pressed together as he sucked on his tongue and puckered his lips, letting a fat glob of his spit fall and land on your tongue. 

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure this time, not defiance, and you kept your mouth open. Hoseok was smiling with pride as his thumb touched your tongue, spreading his spit and mixing with yours that had started to collect in your mouth. Only when he was satisfied with your obedience, he said:

“Swallow.” 

Your lips closed around his thumb and you swallowed his spit and yours, while hollowing your cheeks to suck on his thumb. Hoseok watched your every move as you slowly pulled back, only to dive in again, head bobbing slowly as if you were sucking on his cock. 

It was affecting him so much that his free hand palmed at his cock, making your eyes follow the way his long fingers outlined his thick shaft, making your mouth water even further. 

When Hoseok pulled his thumb out of your mouth, there was an audible pop! as you let it go. 

“Be a good girl and take my pants off.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

You felt your bra straps falling down your arms, letting the delicate garment fall to the floor as you scooted closer to the very edge of your bed, hands on Hoseok’s hips. You looked up at him as you kissed his lower stomach, tongue peeking out to lick the squares of his abs as your trembling hands undid his belt buckle, pulling it open, making his pants hang even lower on narrow hips. 

“That’s it, baby girl.” he praised and your eyes fluttered. 

You tugged on the button of his pants and pulled the zipper down, the jeans coming down easily after that. You looked at him then, black Balenciaga boxers that actually did cost more than your couch and your new swarovski body chain combined. 

“Daddy’s so hard.” you blinked at him cutely as you closed the distance between your face and his crotch, nuzzling your cheek against his cock like the perfect kitten. Your lips traced the outline of it as you muttered: “So big, too.” 

“You love daddy’s big cock, don’t you, sweet baby?” 

You nodded, parting your lips to lick around the head, sucking on the pre-cum that was staining the dark fabric. It tasted heady and tangy on your tongue and you loved it. You ended up making even more of a mess, sucking the tip over his briefs as your hand slipped between his legs to cup his balls. 

Hoseok’s head fell back as he rutted against your hand and mouth before a small tug to your hair pulled you back. 

“Daddy doesn’t want my mouth?” you asked with a pout and tears brimming your eyes. 

“Daddy wants to make you feel good, baby.” Hoseok made a cooing noise from the back of his throat, caressing the side of your face to soothe you. “Go lay down on your pillows for me.” 

You blinked hard, willing the stubborn tears to go away. You were so far gone you felt like floating on clouds as your sluggish body rested against your mattress, head on a pillow in the middle. 

“Panties off, baby girl. Leave that pretty jewelry on.” 

You obeyed with lethargic movements, hooking your fingers on the thin band of your pink panties, swiveling your hips to help pull it off. It felt a lot heavier now than when you first put it on, a string of your arousal connecting the pantied to your cunt, snapping against your thigh as Hoseok took the piece from you to pull it off the rest of the way. 

“Spread those legs for me, gorgeous girl.” Hoseok ordered as he joined you on the bed, pushing your knees apart wider. “Look at you. You’re fucking dripping.” 

Hoseok’s mouth watered at the sight of you, lips shiny with arousal, slightly swollen from all the grinding. Your skin was already flushed, covered in a light layer of sweat. He had never seen anything more beautiful than your naked form, all of your curves and soft spots, marks on your body that were proof of your growth. He loved the small scar just above your knee from when you fell off a bike as a child, the faint stretch marks on the sides of your hips, the softness of your lower stomach that he adored to bite. 

The body chain around the dip of your waist was dangerous, however, as now he wanted to cover you in diamonds. 

“Daddy, please–” you squirmed, writhing on the bed to call him closer. “You’re staring.”

“I like admiring art, baby.” he grinned at the dusky blush creeping down your neck. As he laid between your legs, Hoseok said: "I like licking it even more."

"Remind me to never take you to the Louvre." you giggled, sweet as honey, making Hoseok chuckle along. 

"Venus de Milo has nothing on you, baby." 

Hoseok leaned down, mouth on the inside of your thigh as he licked and sucked your juices from your skin. He moaned at your taste as you couldn't take your eyes off him. His dark chocolate hair was a mess from all your tugging, ticking your skin as he ravished your thighs before bringing his face next to your pussy.

You were so used to him teasing you, taking his time before allowing you to cum, that when his tongue gave your pussy a bold lick it caught you by surprise. You moaned loudly as your back arched off the mattress, curses leaving your lips. 

Hoseok chuckled at your reaction, with his mouth very much still connected to you, making you feel the vibrations on your soul. His hands held your thighs apart as they started to shake the more he licked you.

Your Dom explored your pussy as if trying to map it out, as if he hadn't done it hundreds of times before. He rubbed the flat of his tongue on your clit, moving his whole head in circular motions to have you squirming under him. 

The tip of his tongue traced slow circles around your clit, drawing patterns you couldn’t make a shape off, maybe spelling his own name. When it moved south, lower and lower until it reached your empty hole, you clenched and moaned, knowing you would be so full between this moment and the end of the night. 

"Daddy, your tongue feels so good…" you moaned in a choked sound as he smacked a kiss on your clit. "Fuck, feel so close already–"

"So fast, baby girl? I didn't even start."

He sounded fucking smug, but Hoseok had the skills to back it up. His hands slipped to the back of your thighs to pull himself impossibly closer to your cunt, his whole mouth working you into oblivion. 

You were a dripping mess already, now that his spit was covering your lips and each flick of his tongue made more of your essence ooze out of you, you could feel it on your ass. 

Hoseok’s lips wrapped around your clit and he alternated between sucking hard and licking it from side to side, up and down, in a practiced routine he knew drove you mad. 

Your hand reached for his hair as your feet planted on the bed so you could ride his face, rubbing your pussy all over it as your lower stomach tensed and your body started to tremble. 

"Gonna cum, Hoseok–" you announced, even though he already knew, even if he could already tell. "Yes, yes, don’t sto–" 

Your orgasm was ripped away from you as your Dom moved his mouth away from your pussy and got back up onto his knees. You gasped and whined pitifully as the wave you were riding receded, eyes wide in shock as Hoseok pried your fingers away from his hair. 

"Daddy, what–" your chest was rising and falling, heart beating fast as frustration made the mist clouding your brain go back down just a little bit. Just enough for you to pout and scowl at the lost climax. 

“Did you really think I was going to let you cum this easily, after the little stunt you pulled today?” Hoseok was wiping his face with the back of your hand and licking his lips, looking like an unholy demon sent to earth to drag you to the pits of burning hell. 

“What– but– I d-din’t mean–” you had fat tears in your eyes as your veins burned hot. You wanted to squeal and pout and throw a tantrum, kick your legs at him and cross your arms. 

But Hoseok would love that reaction, only adding it to your punishment. His challenging and ridiculously arched eyebrow was waiting for you to make a fuss. Swallowing down your anger was bitter. You could argue and you could play it hard. 

Hoseok could play this game longer, however, so it was in your best interest to stop complaining. You took deep, calming breaths that weren’t really doing anything for you, but were obviously a lot of fun for your Dom, who had the gull to laugh. 

“Are you all done, little brat?” he chided, deepening the lines between your brows. “Gonna sulk some more?” 

“No.” you grumbled under your breath, sitting up against your headboard and hugging your knees to your chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible. “How many?” 

“How many do you think you earned?” he scooted a little closer to you, sitting by your feet. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over his body, cock very much still hard and tenting his boxers. There was no way that wasn’t painful. 

“I don’t know, daddy.” you were still pouting, but the annoyance was slowly leaving your body. 

“Don’t be mad at me, you know I have to discipline you.” his hand reached for your ankle, pulling your leg to straighten it again. 

“I know, ‘m not mad.” you practically whispered, the soothing rubs of his hand on your skin helping you settle again. “I was a brat. You should punish me.” 

“That’s my good girl.” he praised as you grew pliant and accepting of the results of your actions. “Want to help me count them?” 

Sometimes Hoseok was harsh, and sometimes he talked to you as if you were a child and he was teaching you a lesson. I’m only doing this because I love you. He never used those words, but sometimes that’s what it felt like. 

You wished you could explain why the fuck that made you so fucking horny for him, but maybe that’s something you should bring to your therapist instead of trying to knit-pick on your own. 

Hoseok waited for you to nod, gave you time to sit with your feelings, understand your irritation. If you aimed it at him in the form of resentment, he’d accept it, too. But you never did. You knew what you did was wrong and, in some level of your masochist brain, this right here was one of the reasons why you acted out in the first place. 

“I texted you when I knew you were busy. And I sent you a picture when I knew you had people around.” you started quietly, breath hitching as the more you spoke, the higher his caressing reached. “I sent you a video, too.” 

“That’s three, so far. What else, baby?” he nodded with a deceivingly sweet smile. 

Hoseok’s other hand pulled on your other leg, spreading you for him again, sitting between your legs as one of his fingers swiped between your folds. It was a gentle touch, but still made shockwaves course through you. 

He must have seen it in your face how you were starting to drop again, from a single touch. To help you out, he said:

“What’s something you didn’t do?”

You blinked dumbly, biting your bottom lip as your Dom started to circle your clit with the tip of his thumb. Over and over again. It felt nice and it was making you docile. But it wasn't enough to get you there. He obviously knew it, too, which was exactly why that’s all he was giving you. 

“Oh! I d-din’t send you a picture of my food.” you told him, smiling at yourself as Hoseok’s touches sped up just a little more. “Fuck, that’s good–”

“Four.” Hoseok was keeping count, which was great, as you couldn’t. He kept rolling your clit just like that, using his thumb when his middle finger moved down to your clenching hole. It felt like ages until he gave up on getting help from you and said: “You talked back to me on the couch. You rolled your eyes at me. And you made a fuss when I told you I’d have to punish you for misbehaving.”

“Seven?” you cried out, heart going haywire in your chest from the pleasure he was giving you. 

“Don’t you think it sounds reasonable?”

His eyes were lowered as he regarded you and you knew if you said no, he’d make it eight. 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Good girl.” Hoseok’s finger left your pussy and you bit back a complaint. 

He was moving again, likely to get into position, when you reached for his wrist. 

“Daddy?” you called in a weak voice, eyes filling with water as you felt liquified and airy at the same time. “Can I– uh–” 

Hoseok was watching you carefully. He knew how to handle you and he knew which boundaries to push. But he was still human, sometimes he read it wrong. So when he saw the tears in your eyes, alarm bells started ringing in his brain and he started to panic. Maybe he was being too hard, maybe he made a mistake. 

“Come here, baby.” he called to you, sitting on the bed and opening his arms to you. 

You crawled to him sitting on his lap as he hugged you into his chest. You hid your face against his neck and held him firmly. Hoseok was ready to end the scene depending on the answer to his next question: 

“Do you need to use your safeword?” 

“No, Seok.” you answered pretty fast, which was a good thing. 

“Can you tell me what it is?” his hand was moving up and down your back. 

“Pandora.” 

He cradled your face in his hands, looking at the twitch in your eyes, listening to your soft breaths. “Can you give me a color? I want to think about it, don’t just answer.” 

“Green. I’m okay, I promise.” you smiled softly, kissing the pad of his thumb. “Just dropping.” 

“You know we can stop–”

You interrupted him with the gentle press of your lips against him. He didn’t pull back, but let you lick between the seams of his lips, let you lick into his mouth and allowed you to keep control of the kiss for once.

"Babe, please." you pulled away from his lips so he could see the truth behind your eyes. "I need this. I want this. Punish me, please." 

Hoseok bumped his nose against yours, a soft contrast to his previous posture. He nodded, but you still continued: 

"I need you to punish me, then I need you to fuck me." you moaned against the column of his beautiful neck, hand sneaking between his legs to palm his cock. "Make me cum around this cock, or around your fingers, or on your tongue. I don't care how you do it, just take me." 

You took his hand with the one that wasn’t still palming his cock, bringing it to your throat. It was all the consent he needed, the tight collar around your throat, locked in place, reminding the two of you that you belonged to him. That you trusted him more than you ever trust anyone in your whole life. 

You did want this. You craved his hands on you, pussy throbbing just by thinking about it. You knew your subspace was oscillating today, you kept coming back to the surface, but you wanted to drown. 

Hoseok understood the message and pressed his long fingers on the sides of your throat, squeezing, making you part your lips and moan. His lips pressed against your cheek, his next works making you smile drunkenly as he spoke:

“Remember you asked for it.” your Dom let go of your throat and unwrapped his arms from around you, adding: “Face down, ass up, hands behind your back.” 

For how sluggish and dizzy you felt, you moved quite fast. Well, in your mind you did, at least. By the time you were in the position your Dom asked you to be in, Hoseok had already rummaged to the bottom drawer in your dresser and returned to the bed. 

You knew you were in trouble when you heard the metallic clinks that were so familiar to you at this point, knowing he had been the one to buy more than half of the contents of your bottom drawer. 

You were curious to know what had been his pick for tonight, but giving in and taking a look over your shoulder would only make seven turn to eight. 

Your knees were propped up and parted as your upper body was held up by your elbows on the mattress as you felt it dip with the new added weight when the man positioned himself behind you. 

"Hands, baby girl." Hoseok’s tone was a no-bullshit one, a stark contrast to the gentle way his hands rubbed from the top of your thighs to your lower back, warming up your ass cheeks for what was to come, no doubt. 

You quietly obeyed, pressing your cheek against your soft sheets, knowing the discomfort the position would bring you, but embracing it nonetheless. You bent one arm on your back, then another one, and Hoseok moved them to how he wanted them; forearm against forearm. 

You felt the rough leather of his favorite cuffs being tightened around each of your wrists, being followed by the clink of the metal bits that fastened both handcuffs to each other. 

"Color?" 

Hoseok was only checking to see if they were too tight, or not tight enough, so you moved your arms to check how much room to squiggle you had. 

"Green, daddy." 

"Good girl." his hands were back on you, palming and squeezing your ass to his heart's desire, opening you up to see all of you. His low chuckle was mocking as he said: "You’re even wetter now, baby. You really like this, don't you?"

You did. 

"I can take my punishment, daddy." you nodded, wincing at the slight scratch of the sheets on your pressed cheek. "Please give it to me." 

Hoseok was humming and you knew that if you could look at him, you’d see lowered eyelids of blown out pupils, red bitten lips shiny from licking them. It was a shame you couldn’t look at him, the strain on your neck would be much too painful, but you were sure that was surely part of your punishment. 

Perhaps it was the only downside to it at all. 

Your breath got caught in your throat, jaw dropping as you felt something much too familiar being lightly dragged down your back; the few dozens of long strands of leather touching your heated skin as your Dom allowed you to find out what kind of punishment you were about to get. 

Thankfully you hadn’t acted out too much, or you might have to call in sick for work tomorrow. Despite the pain you knew you were about to feel, or maybe exactly because of it, you started clenching around nothing, moaning softly as the feeling of the flogger left. 

Your eyes closed shut, as if the first strike were to come at any moment now. Hoseok didn’t always warn you, you knew he fed off on the power of having you so vulnerable in front of him, ass up and face down, with no choice but to take it. 

“Relax, baby girl.” the was a light tilt to his tone, showing you just how much fun he was having already. “Deep breath for me.” 

You were in the middle of taking said breath when it came. The slap! as Hoseok lashed the flogger against your ass cheek. And he knew how to do it, too, having years of experience in all things BDSM before you even came into the picture. So he knew how to aim, he knew how to make sure the tips of the flogger hit your skin to make it bloom and hurt, but not enough for you to call out your safe word or a color. 

Your whole body jolted, the cuffs squeezed your wrists as you tried to move your arms as you reacted to the mind numbing pain and the shock that always came with that first strike. 

The second one came five seconds later, on the other ass cheek, with plenty of time for you to warn your Dom if you weren’t into it, if he needed to slow down. But the only sounds leaving you were your moans growing louder. Your skin was tingling deliciously and your pussy was throbbing with want. 

“Look at this wet cunt.” he sounded raspy and gravely, the touch of his hand on the first ass cheek that was hit making you wince and your jaw drop. Hoseok spread you open with his grip. “You're dripping for me, baby. I'm gonna start to think you like being a brat on purpose. But you take it like such a good girl.”

“I’m so good, daddy–” 

You full on whimpered, eyes shut and stinging with unshed tears as you tried to control your breathing. You gave up on it when Hoseok’s mouth latched onto your pussy, wicked tongue pushing between your lips, licking you up and down. You knew you were soaked with how much your Dom slurped and swallowed, being loud enough for your face to burn. 

The tip of his tongue dragged from your clenching hole, all the way down to your clit, flicking it and rolling the bud on the flat of his tongue. You were completely dizzy in the best way, no words coming out, only mumbles that sounded a lot like a jumble of his name and his title. 

You were getting so close again, the coil on your stomach tensing. Maybe if you were quiet enough, maybe if you stopped breathing so hard–

“You’re so cute, baby, thinking you can fool me.” the man laughed as he got back to his full height on his knees behind you, ripping yet another orgasm away from you. You groaned softly, but other than that you stayed quiet. “What? Not gonna make a fuss again?” 

You shook your head, teeth sinking in on your bottom lip so hard that it might as well draw blood. At the corner of your eyes, you saw your Dom reach for the red and black leather flogger once more, the veins running down his arm and on the back of his hand were all puffy and sexy and maybe you could cum untouched. 

The next two strikes that followed were delivered with the length of the flogger lashes, not just the tip, so the pain was different. You felt a heavy thud on each cheek more than a sting, squealing out a moan so loud that your neighbors might start to worry. 

Four strikes had gone–

“Fuck, daddy!” you cried out when the fifth strike came out of nowhere, hitting the back of your upper thigh, where the skin was a lot more sensitive. Your body jolted forward so hard that Hoseok let go of the flogger again. 

“You better stop squirming, baby, you know what happens when I miss.” Hoseok’s hands were on the dips of hips to pull you back towards him and reposition you to the original pose. 

You knew what could happen if Hoseok missed. You could get hurt really bad, there were softer and more delicate parts of your body that could really hurt and even cut if he accidentally hit them with the flogger. 

But your Dom never missed. Hoseok was the epitome of control, at all times. It was attractive as it was infuriating, as you knew there would be no winning with him. 

Although it didn’t feel like you were losing either, as two of his fingers circled your entrance. Your jaw fell slack and your eyes rolled back as those long digits slipped inside with so much ease from how wet you were that you sobbed from the pleasure. 

Hoseok’s fingers hooked downwards in skilled angles that made him find the swollen little sweet spot inside of you and massage it with surprisingly slow movements that were pure fucking torture as it felt so good, but not enough. You could barely control your body anymore, brain and limbs completely disconnected as you pushed back against his fingers. 

“Mhm, keep going, baby. Fuck yourself on daddy’s fingers.” 

Hoseok was in heaven, eyes glued to the way your hips were moving back and forth, making your walls spread to accommodate his fingers. When he added a third one, you whimpered at the new stretch, but kept going. He knew you were too far gone and at the back of his mind Hoseok was already thinking of what excuse he could use to miss out on work tomorrow, he knew you’d need him by your side. 

On the front of his mind, however, Hoseok was going crazy for how shiny and coated with your arousal his fingers were, glistening each time you moved almost all the way away from them, only to sink back in. Your ass and thighs were red, the evident lines of where the flogger hit your skin were painting you in reds and pinks, the bumpy lines calling for Hoseok’s lips and mouths. 

When your pussy started clenching again, spasming all around his fingers, pussy lips all swollen and perfect, Hoseok knew you were closing to cumming again, so he took his fingers out of you. You cried real tears, sniffing pitifully as they dripped into a tiny pool where your face was smooched against your bedsheets. 

You were taking your punishment so well that it filled him with pride, how good you were for him, how you’d let him carry on with this all night if he wanted to. But he wouldn’t handle it all night. 

Hoseok’s cock was throbbing painfully inside his underpants, the visuals of you tied up, fucked out, red ass up and dripping pussy were almost too much, even for someone so in control of his own instincts as he was. 

“Just two more, baby, you’re doing so well for me.” he managed to choke out as he pushed his boxers down, leaking cock bobbing with the move. Hoseok used your slick around his fingers to coat himself and make the slide of his fisted hand easier as he stroked himself. “Two more and then I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t be walking tomorrow.” 

“Please, daddy, please, I-I’ve been s-so good–” 

The little hiccups between your words were adorable, making his cock pulse in his palm. Hoseok kept stroking his cock in lazy motions, thumb spreading his pre-cum over the sensitive tip, wishing it was your warm mouth instead. His free hand reached for the flogger, and the last few hits were always his favorite. 

One strike landed on your left thigh, matching the blossoming colors with the right one. The last smack was delivered on the middle of your ass, where it was a little more sensitive and the long lashes hit both of your cheeks at the same time. You sang like a dove, forehead pressing against the mattress instead of your cheek; maybe to hide your tears, or to alleviate the pain on your neck from being in that position for too long. 

“Shh, that’s it, baby girl.” Hoseok dropped the flogger to the floor, its weight making it clatter on the wood. He leaned over you, kissing up your spine, hands rubbing the sides of your thighs as he avoided the sore spots. “You did so good for me, hm? Took your punishment so well. I’m so proud of you.” 

You grumbled whatever words he couldn’t properly make out, making Hoseok smile between kisses on your back. He’d like nothing more than to fuck you just like this, all red and vulnerable, the constant hit of his hips on your bruises would bypass the point of pleasure and he never wanted that. 

“Gonna unlock the cuffs now, okay? Don’t pull your arms.” 

Your only reply was a nod and as Hoseok needed both hands to undo the clasps keeping your wrists bound, his cock rested on your ass. He hissed as you started to roll your hips, trying to get more of him. And you deserved it, too, after being so good for him. 

It took a lot of self restraint not to fuck his cock into you, when he knew it would slip right in, your slick was already coating his tip and your pussy was trying to suck him in. He was careful when unbending your arms from their awkward position, helping you lay on your back, going as far as fluffing up the pillows under your head. 

Your cheeks were red and wet, a bit of your waterproof mascara smudging under your eyes, lips as red as cherries, a tiny string of drool starting to dry on the corner of your mouth. 

“You’re so pretty, baby.” he praised, and Hoseok meant it too. “My pretty girl. All mine.” 

“Only yours, Seok.” you sighed and winced at the same time as you tried to get comfortable and reach for him. “Thank you.” 

“What are you thanking me for, hm?” the man positioned himself above you, spreading your legs so he could lay his heavy cock on your cunt, slipping between your lips to coat himself in your slick. 

“Being here.” you half shrugged, hazy eyes staring up at him as if you felt more than he was ready to let himself believe. “Being good to me.” 

He didn’t have a reply for you, not unless you wanted to hear the confession bubbling from his throat, so he kissed you instead. Hoseok held you by the neck, the cold feeling of your collar was surprisingly comforting for him; at least you were his in some ways. 

You parted your lips for him easily, pushing your tongue into his mouth in needy want. It must have taken you great effort to lift your sore arms to wrap around his frame, pulling him closer until your chests were pressing together. Your skin was sticky with sweat and felt so hot he worried you might be feverish. 

But you were sighing happily as his tongue licked yours, pushing deeper into your mouth as his lips moved along with yours. The smacking of your mouths and the small sounds you were making had his hips rutting into you, making the two of you breathless and panting. 

“Fuck me, daddy.” you mewled into his mouth, spreading your legs wider. 

“Just like this?” he asked with lips ghosting your jaw, moving to your neck. “Want daddy to fuck you bare?” 

“Always do.” you nodded, nails scratching patterns on his back. 

You did always like when he fucked you with no barries in between you, but Hoseok still asked. Not only because he was a good man, but because he loved to hear you say it. And you knew it too, so you added:

“Please, Seok, wanna feel all of you–” you sighed beautifully, arching your back. “Wanna cream around your cock. Want you to fill me up with your cum.”

“Fucking hell–” 

Hoseok was almost dripping in sweat at this point, cock hurting with the lack of pressure or anything. Your cunt felt so warm against him, he could cum just from rutting against you, but you made him a request. You asked him to fill your little pussy with his mess and he loved to spoil you, giving you anything you wanted. 

One of his hands slipped between your bodies to stroke his cock as he positioned himself at your entrance, eyes stuck to the way you opened up nicely to take his tip in. You moaned at the stretch, but it was blissful and happy, starting to squirm underneath him the more he pushed. 

You were pliant and docile under him, breathing through the slight pain and tiredness, looking like the perfect angel as the crystals around your waist shone in the dim lighting of your bedroom. Hoseok would definitely get you a new collar, made of the purest diamonds he could find. 

When he pushed all the way in, your walls squeezing him to accommodate his well-above-average girth and length, you pouted and lines formed between your brows. Hoseok chuckled lowly, kissing your forehead and your nose and your lips, soothing you, praising you for ‘how well you’re taking this fat cock’ and ‘gonna make you cum so good, baby girl’. 

“You can move–” you sucked in a gasp as he did just that. “Shit, that was fast.” 

“Sorry. Gotta fuck you.” he laughed into the crook of your neck, both arms wrapping around you to hold you so close you might have difficulty breathing. “Your pussy feels so fucking good, baby.” 

“I’m so full.” you sounded as drunk as he felt. 

Hoseok started a lazy pace with the back and forth drag of his hips, fucking his cock in and out of you. He kept it light and shallow, teasing you just a little more. You were so wet around him, so warm, he could die right now and he’d be the happiest man alive. Things didn’t get much better than this. 

You were squeezing around him on purpose, he knew, one leg wrapping around his waist to make him hit deeper. You whined, long and dragged, nails sinking in on the skin of his back, making his teeth do the same to your neck. 

“More, daddy–” you crooned, moving your hips to match his thrusts. “Please, I need more, I’m so close…”

“Yeah, baby?” Hoseok obliged, pulling his hips back and fucking into you all at once, so hard and fast that your body jolted, tits bouncing. “Like this? Hm? Baby likes it rough.” 

“Yes, yes–ohgod!” 

Your Dom’s new pace was manic, powerful dancer hips with enough stamina to work for the both of you. He felt so deep and you were so full you couldn’t help the tremble taking over your body. Your legs were shaking, your lower stomach was tightening, the coil forming rapidly. You had been so edged and so teased that you were being dragged closer and closer to the edge. 

New tears formed in your eyes as your fucked out brain was terrified he might stop you from cumming again, but he must have noticed as his lips pressed against your ear:

“Don’t hold back, baby. Cum for me, I know you’re so close.” his ear licked around the shell of your ear, covering you in goosebumps. “You promised to cream around my cock, didn’t you? Be a good girl and make a fucking mess.” 

A single tear dripped down your cheek, which Hoseok caught with his lips on a sweet kiss. The noise of skin against skin and the squelching of your pussy as he pounded into you because muffled as your orgasm finally hit you. 

You were pretty sure you screamed out his name, clinging to him for dear life, body rocking with so much force your headboard might make a dent on the wall. Your climax was hard and euphoric, making every nerve end on your body light up, toes curling as you spasmed around him. 

“Always feel so fucking good.” Hoseok’s breath was choppy, his voice was low and raspy. 

He slowed down, but didn’t stop, slowly dragging you into oversensitivity, so you complained: “Too much, Seok–”

“You’re gonna do one more for me.” he told you with a sloppy spack to your cheek. 

Hoseok parted from you, which was a shame because you loved to feel his heat on your skin. He took your leg and pulled it up, throwing it over his shoulder as his hips started to gain momentum again. 

“Color, baby?” he asked, but all you could do was stare are his glistening chest, his protruding collarbones, long neck and the vein running on the side of it. Hoseok’s dark hair was messy and pointing in odd angles. Your lack of answer made him slow down. “Use your words, baby, don’t drool.” 

“You. Handsome.” you worded, ever so eloquently, making his hips stutter before picking his pace back up. 

“Color, little brat.” he insisted and you giggled. 

“I’m rainbow colored right now.” you felt high in the clouds, the oversensitivity turning into bliss, making another coil form at the pit of your tummy. 

Hoseok was shaking his head with a smile on his heart-shaped lips, the drag of his hips was sharp and strong as he fucked you a little more desperate than before. He was so close you could almost feel him throb inside your cunt and his moans were shameless. 

But you knew he wouldn’t let go before you came again. 

That’s when his fingers found your clit and he rubbed you as fast as he was thrusting into you, making you writhe and squirm. You chanted his name, babbled whatever words you could make out, orgasm approaching you faster with each drag of his cockhead on your sweet spot and the tight circles he was rubbing on your clit. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum again–” you warned, but there was no doubt in his focused eyes as Hoseok stared at your pussy as it swallowed his cock. 

“Cum for me– wanna see you make a fucking mess again.” Hoseok was ramming into you with fuller thrusts, the back of your thigh where the flogger hit was burning, but you didn’t care. 

“Seokie–!”

Your pussy was aching with each inconsistent and rapid thrust, lower stomach tensing as the coil burst and your orgasm was ripped out of you in strong and lewd gushes, hitting his legs and lower stomach. He kept rubbing you to get everything out of you, until the last drop. 

You went blind for a few seconds, ears buzzing with blood rushing fast, spots behind your eyes, but you got your vision back just in time to watch Hoseok’s perfect fucking face contort in pleasure, two shallow thrusts before he stilled and threw his head back, painting your insides with his cum. 

“Fuck, yeah–” he sighed, hips coming alive once more just to fuck his seed deeper into you. 

That’s when he collapsed on top of you, still careful not to crush you, but completely spent, sweaty and gone. You were smiling and hugging him as you tried to breathe, pushing his sweaty hair off his forehead so you could kiss his damp skin. 

Hoseok kissed up and down your throat, nuzzling into you, making you giggle as it tickled you and you were both too sweaty and your sheets were too wet for your comfort. It clearly bothered himself too, the clean freak that he was, as he groaned: 

“We need to shower.” 

“We need a nap.” you corrected with a scratchy throat and sore body. “You need to call your sister and tell her you’re the reason I’m not walking into work tomorrow.” 

“I’m sure that’ll go down well.” he laughed and your heart squeezed in the best way. “You can nap. I’ll get you some water for when you wake up.”

“No.” you groaned, arms wrapping around him harder. “Cuddle.” 

Hoseok could never resist you, especially not after everything that just went down. He slowly pulled out of you, eyeing the thick globs of cum that dribbled down your hole as he did so. It was hard not to push it back in and ask you to keep it in, but he knew a single touch right now might hurt you, so he dropped next to you and allowed you to snuggle into his side. 

You were soft and mellow, not a single knot on your muscles as you closed your eyes and pressed your cheek to his chest. Hoseok let you sleep, watching your breathing even, watching the tiny smile form on the corner of your lips. 

He was already making a list of your aftercare: Nap, cuddles, shower, ointment for your ass, kisses, food, plenty of liquids. Hoseok had already planned the text he’d send Namjoon to let him know he wouldn’t be going back to the dorm and likely would be late for work. He could deal with the complaints later. 

Convincing you to skip work would be a little more complicated than that, you hated to let people down, you hated to let his sister down. But Hoseok really doubted you could walk tomorrow. 

“Seokie?” you called him softly, when he thought you were sleeping. 

“Yes, baby?” his fingers were absentmindedly playing with the body chain around your body. 

He thought you might thank him for a good fuck, make a joke about acting out more often. But your next words made his heart do a fucking thing instead:

“I think I love you.” 

It starts off with him just going to his trailer because he forgot his lucky bracelet (the one you gave him on his birthday the first year you celebrated together). The door almost hits him on the ass by the time you jump him, and he barely has time to be surprised before you grab his face and pull him down.

“How’d you sneak in here?” he chuckles between breathless kisses, hands going to your waist like clockwork.

“I’m your wife. Duh,” you snap, fingers ensnaring the heavy chains around his neck.

“I start filming in five minutes.”

“I’ll be quick.” He never argues with you. He lets you push him down on the couch, straddle him, kiss and lick at the base of his neck, knowing you don’t need the reminder not to make marks unless you want a hit put on you by his stylist, and you’re always careful not to touch his face for that same reason. It takes him a second to realize you’re wearing a skirt. He opens his mouth to scold you for coming to see him in clothes like that since it’s so cold out but then you reach under to dip into your bare, sopping pussy. Ah. Easy access. You came with a plan.

In all the years you’ve been together, it’s never taken much for you to get him hard. You walk into a room and bam - he has to adjust himself. And when you touch him - there goes his thoughts for a few minutes. It’s always been like this, and he knows it’ll never change. So when you figure out how to get into his boxers without pushing down too much leather, he’s already stiff and leaking at the tip.

You smear down his precum and he bites his lip when you grab his cock with the fingers you had between your legs, glistening with your slick, making him nice and wet for you.

“Damn, baby. Were you playing with yourself while you waited for me?”

“Mhmm,” you nod, whimpering as you finally let him penetrate your walls. You’re so wet and warm and tight when you sink down on him that he has to hold in a breath to keep himself together. But then he reminds himself that this is a quickie. He knows you could stay here and ride him until his balls are empty, but, unfortunately, he doesn’t have that kind of time. His phone - that he shouldn’t even have on him in the first place (he does though, just for you) - has been vibrating in his pocket for the past few minutes, but the more he’s distracted, the longer it’ll take him to make you both come, so he ignores it.

Your hands grip his shoulders as you wiggle your hips to adjust to his girth that he finds so fucking cute every single time, but he can hardly feel your touch through the thick leather of his jacket. He curses, because his fingerless gloves are preventing him from fully touching the skin on your hip, so he grips you hard enough to bruise. Usually, he’d let you bounce and ride him until you came on him and got too tired to carry on, but to speed things up, he bucks up into you, watching your parted lips spill out moans as he grinds against your spot, grunting as it makes you squeeze him and suck him deeper in. He kisses you, swallowing your sweet sounds, and his balls tighten when your fingers dig into the side of his head, tightly fisting his hair. Telltale sign that you’re close. You must've really worked yourself up while you were waiting for him.

“Come for me,” he whispers against your lips, fingers dropping and finding your clit to press and rub you over the edge. You loudly cry out his name, pulling at his hair so his head tips to the side as he continues fucking up into you and kissing the underside of your jaw. “That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re squeezing me so good.”

“Come inside," you warble, cheek lolling against his temple, fingers still entangled in his hair, cunt clenching him through your aftershocks.

“Mm.” Eyebrows pinched, his fingers return to flex on your hip, cock twitching at the mere thought of getting to fill you up. “Remember to take your pill.”

You whine, indignant. He sighs, shakes his head. You make that sound when he doesn’t give you what you want.

“I’ll give you a baby when we come back from tour, ‘kay?”

You whine again, louder and borderline disobedient, slamming down on him like it tells him something. Sucking in a hiss because damn that felt good, he slaps your ass and massages out the sting, a silent warning to stop being a brat. This is one thing he’s not going to let you win an argument about.

“Hey, that was the deal, right? I’m not leaving you at home alone and pregnant while I fly around the world for eight months.”

“Yeah, but by the time you’d get back, you’d have a baby. You wouldn’t have to deal with all my pregnancy bullshit,” you try to reason, hips still rolling, eyes glassy and pout pathetic. He frowns. You’ve both had this conversation multiple times before, but that’s the first time you’ve made this point. He doesn’t fucking like it.

Yoongi tugs down on your waist to get you to stop, pelvises pressed together, cock deep inside you. But you know better than to move.

“Look at me.” You refuse, and the leather of his fingerless gloves rubs your cheeks as he grabs them. “I want to deal with all your pregnancy bullshit. I married you, remember? I signed up to put up with all your bullshit for the rest of my life and I don’t plan on missing out on any of it.”

His eyes dart between both of yours, making sure what he said is sticking with you, and when you lean in to sloppily kiss him, he knows the message got through.

“Now, c’mon. You said you were gonna be quick.”

You sit up straighter, and you’re clearly weakened from your orgasm but you put in effort that he’ll worship you for later to bring him to his own peak. Slick sounds of your pussy and slams of your hips fill the trailer, and within seconds of you squeezing him, sucking on his earlobe, and toying with his chains, he’s muttering an incoherent string of curses and spilling deep inside you. His balls just keep pulsing and holyyy shit, he really could get you pregnant right now. (He would love nothing more, but later he’ll text you another reminder to take your pill).

“I love you so fucking much,” he pants into your neck, wishing he had the time to leave his mark. “Even though you’re gonna get me in so much fucking trouble.”

“Love you, too. Don’t forget you married trouble,” You grin, waggling his ring on your finger in his facr, and his hips jerk as you lift off of him. He tips his chin up when you start to lean in for another kiss but your mouth drops and your eyes go wide.

“Oh, fuck, your hair-“ You reach out to try and fix it, but just as you do, a loud pounding on the trailer door startles the both of you.

“Shit, gotta go,” Yoongi mutters, quickly stuffing himself back in this godforsaken leather as his manager starts yelling for him to come out. You try your best to smooth down his hair, but when you keep muttering curses under your breath, he knows it’s not working.

“It’s fine. I’ll see you later.” He kisses you, lingers a second longer than he has time for, and leaves you sitting on the couch, skirt halfway up your waist, fingers playing with his cum dripping out. Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of him. He needs to shoot this music video first.

Yoongi’s manager chews him all the way out onto the set, and his stylist gives him the evilest eye when she catches sight of his hair. He just scurries towards his band because his manager already said there’s no time to fix it.

“Where were you?” Namjoon exclaims as Yoongi walks towards the center of the platform. He shrugs, like he’s not still perspiring and his dick isn’t still hard. Luckily, his leather pants are bulky enough to hide it. “I had to grab something.”

“Look at his hair! That means his honey came to visit,” Hobi says, waggling his brows. Yoongi shoots him daggers.

“Shut up.”

The maknaes burst into raucous laughter and Taehyung and Jimin mime grabbing at each other, making overexaggerated kissing noises and mimicking the way you cry out Yoongi’s name. Yoongi turns his back on them to go to his spot, just missing Jeongguk thrusting in the air like he’s mid-Baepsae.

“You brought this on yourself,” Namjoon mutters, stepping up next to him, fixing his gloves. Yoongi pretends not to hear. “It’s been, what, four years? And y’all still act like newlyweds.”

“We’re making up for the time we missed while I was in the military.”

Namjoon’s face pulls back, disgusted. “Okay, well, can you not do that on our schedule?” “Sorry, leader-nim,” Yoongi fake apologizes, pressing his hands together, smirk lopsided and shit-eating. “Maybe if you let her come on tour, she wouldn’t find any downtime I have now to, yknow, make up.”

Namjoon sighs, long and distressed. Yoongi only feels a little bad. You’re his wife. He needs you by his side, and not just to have little quickies whenever there’s minutes to spare. He was enough of a wreck being away from you during his service. He doesn’t want that to happen because of work.

“Fine. I’ll see what I can do.”

Yoongi smiles, lighting up inside and out. “Thanks, bro. You’re the best.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Namjoon waves him off, just in time for the director to call for action.

He doesn’t know how crazy his hair looks until they play the footage back to check for mistakes and potential position adjustments. His band members tease him, but it makes him smile that it’s there because you need to grab onto his hair when he makes you come. No one outside of this set will ever know his cowlick is thanks to his wife, and that makes him like it even more.

He still left his damn bracelet.

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He’d still been sensitive enough to notice the change, and the very next day you came into the classroom to find a brand new grape-scented gel pen and a notepad with strawberry prints. Not to mention the brand new deskmate in the form of a bowl-cut teenager Tae. 

He’d been handsome and charming even then, but nothing compared to the thirty year old version of him which now sat next to you inside his car. 

“We don't have to stay long, I swear.” you told him from the passenger’s seat, more than a little guilty for making you both miss the movie tonight. “I really forgot I promised May I'd come tonight.”

“Babe, it's fine.” Taehyung chuckled under his breath, following the GPS and taking a smooth right turn. “I didn’t complain once about this.” 

“I know. You never complain.” which somehow made you feel worse. 

“As long as we get to hang out, I don't care.” he shrugged, carefree and gentle as always. 

“Okay.”

“Just relax.” he laughed again, placing his warm palm on your thigh, which did the opposite of relaxing you. “Is this the house?”

You pointed to the next house over through the windshield. “It's the next one, but we can park here and walk up.” 

You could already see a few cars that you knew belonged to your friends and their friends, in front of May’s newly acquired home. Taehyung saw the same parking spot you had noticed and used one hand to parallel park in a way that shouldn’t be as attractive as it was. 

You even had to distract yourself by checking the road, trying to keep busy and useful, with little hints of ‘a little more to the right’ and ‘now two inches ahead’, which he absolutely did not need. But you needed it, because focusing on how his biceps bulged every time he maneuvered and noticing the veins of his forearm would do very little for your mental health right now. 

“Can you reach the flowers in the back?” Taehyung asked as he turned off the engine of the car. 

“I think so.” you unbuckled your seatbelt. 

As you reached through the space between your seat and the driver’s, carefully reaching for the pretty flowers you bought to bring tonight, Taehyung got out of the car and ran to your side to open the door for you. And you knew him long enough to know he’d planned for this.

“And they say chivalry is dead.” you mused, letting him help you hop off with a familiar hand at your waist.  

“‘They’ sound dumb.” Taehyung grinned, proud of himself. 

You let him take the flowers from you, just so you could fix your dress that had moved up during the ride and the hop; it was still a nice dress that didn’t uncover much of your skin if you were standing. Definitely not ‘movies appropriate’, but perfect for a housewarming party such as this one. 

May had promised you that it wouldn’t be a party at all, but a get together so she could show off her new place to her closest friends. Which definitely included you, but maybe not your plus one. 

Even if the man himself looked sinful in simple blue jeans, a white shirt and red jacket with fun patches you knew he’d ironed in during a moment of fashion boredom. It also didn’t help your case that he’d styled his hair tonight in messy little waves that sat away from his forehead, when you told him once this week that you liked that look on him. 

The walk from the car to the right house was a short one, not enough for your feet to hurt in your heels, and much less for you to get lost, but Taehyung still stood next to you like you were about to get too far away from him. 

“Do you think we need to knock?” you asked once you reached the front door, hearing laughs and music from the inside. 

“It's your friend's housewarming, you tell me.” he said, handing you the flowers so you could be the one to deliver them. 

“I think we're good.” you decided. 

You turned the doorknob, finding it unlocked, and let yourself and Taehyung in. The small mountain of shoes at the entrance told you this was a no-shoes new house, and you were thankful for taking off your heels before your feet started to hurt too much. Taehyung was taking off his red sneakers when you heard a squeal. 

“There she is!” May showed up at the entrance of the living room, looking gorgeous with a pink dress that looked like a cloud. 

“Was ‘cotton candy’ the theme for tonight?” you laughed, rushing to meet her and offer her a hug.  

“The theme is ‘this is my new house and I’ll wear whatever the fuck I want’.” she shrugged, taking the flowers with the biggest smile. “You brought me flowers!”

“Your real gift is being delivered later this week.” you told her, as if flowers weren’t an appropriate gift for an achievement like this. 

May was about to wave you off, to tell you not to worry, but then she saw something over your shoulder, which made her jaw drop. At least she had the common sense to whisper her next question: “You brought Taehyung?” 

“Is that okay?” you asked, even if you already knew the answer. 

“Just don't drool on my new carpet.” she teased, pushing past you to hug your friend. “Hey, Taetae, long time, huh? Feel right at home!” 

“Thanks, May-ssi.” Taehyung hugged her back, but his hands still looked for the spaces on her body that were covered by her dress. “I like what you did with the place.” 

“You should see upstairs.” she winked, walking ahead and leading the two of you to where the others were hanging out.  

“Seriously, the spare room is going to see me more often than my boyfriend's couch.” Jimin was sitting on the arm of a chair he was sharing with Seokjin; both men were your friends you met in college.  

“If it has a bed, then it definitely should.” you snorted, wondering which ‘boyfriend’ Jimin meant this time. You hoped it was Hoseok, but the couch mentioned made you guess it was probably Jungkook. “Did we miss the tour?”

“Just the first round, I'll take you around later.” May explained, grabbing you by the wrist and waving Jimin to follow. “We're about to make margaritas in my new blender.” 

“Oh, nice.”

You didn’t feel like separating from Taehyung right now, especially when you knew he’d be the odd man out; even if he’d already been introduced to everyone in the house at least once before and he was the social butterfly out of the two of you. You only let May and Jimin lead you away because Namjoon was already getting up to greet Taehyung in that little half-hug, half-pat on the back that boys do when they are pretending to be more familiar than they actually are. 

The kitchen was definitely a feature area in the house, just a little ahead from the living room, but still close enough that you could see everything. It was much bigger than May’s old one, and everything looked brand new. It made you really proud of the girl, when you knew she had been saving for years after living in a shoe-box apartment so she could splurge like this. 

“Wow, you even have a kitchen island!” you gushed, knowing it had been one of the deal makers for her to get this place. 

“I knoooow, she’s my baby!” May caressed the island with light hands, as if a harsher touch could actually scratch the marble. 

“She’s very pretty.” you entered the kitchen to help out making the drinks. 

May immediately claimed the spot in front of the blender like a mother hen, peeling the plastic off one last button you hadn’t even noticed still had a corner lifting, while Jimin laughed and reached for the bag of ice on the counter. 

You grabbed the limes and started cutting them in halves with the help of a cutting board, the clean citrus smell mixing with the sharp bite of tequila the second May twisted the cap open.

“So you brought Tae, huh?” Jimin didn’t take long enough to bring it up. 

“He's my best friend, it's not weird.” you justified, watching Jimin steal one of the lime wedges only to wince when the juice hit his tongue straight.

“I'm your best friend.” May corrected, spreading salt on a small plate and the ice was dumped into the pitcher.

You rolled your eyes. “He's my boy best friend.”

“Press her once more and she'll use the right word.” Jimin told May with a wiggle of his eyebrows. 

“Stop, it's not like that.” you grumbled, looking out to the living room to make sure no one outside the kitchen was listening. 

“You want it to be.” May said, and you had no arguments for her when she knew too much. “I'm just saying bringing him here tonight is a couplely move.”

“There are plenty of single people here.” you wiped your fingers on a paper towel, passed May the last lime half, and stepped closer when she started adding everything in, all three of you crowding around the blender.

“Looking to hook up with other single people.” May was not only the owner of a new house, but of very good points as well, it seemed. “Just ask Alyssa.”

You wish the mention of the girl’s name didn’t hit you square in the chest like it did. It’s not like you had anything against her, not really… She had been nothing but nice to you ever since you met, the kind of girl that lights up rooms and people write songs about. But she’d also had her eyes on Taehyung every time you brought him around. 

“Alyssa is here?” you asked again, because you hadn’t seen her when you first came in. 

“Worried?” Jimin asked, already knowing the answer when your shoulders dropped. 

You turned around before you could stop yourself, eyes crossing the open space of the living room until they found Taehyung near the wall, one shoulder tipped back against it like he had settled there for only a second and somehow gotten stuck. 

Alyssa stood close enough that it made something in your stomach pull tight, her hand brushing his arm when she laughed, head tilted just a little too prettily, the whole thing carrying that soft, easy kind of flirting girls like her never had to force. Taehyung laughed too, looking down at her with that warm attention that always did dangerous things to your insides, and even from the kitchen you could see how comfortable he looked standing there with her, how natural it seemed, and the sight hit in one clean, ugly wave that sat hot and heavy under your ribs.

May slid the blender pitcher closer to the line of cups and announced that the margaritas were done, Jimin already reaching to help pass glasses around just as Seokjin and Namjoon drifted into the kitchen like they had followed the sound of people having a better time somewhere else. 

There was no big call for everyone to move, no moment made out of it, just the easy shuffle of people grabbing their drinks and heading toward the patio together, talking over one another on the way out. 

You turned on instinct, your own drink already in your hand, ready to ask Taehyung if he wanted to come with you, but stopped when you caught Alyssa handing Taehyung's phone back to him, as if he’d just typed something on it. The thought landed quietly, not sharp enough to make you angry, only enough to make you step back from calling to your best friend. 

Because if something was happening there, if they wanted to keep talking, then you were not about to get in the middle of it.

The backyard looked just as new as the rest of the house, a clean stone patio stretched out from the back doors, stepping down into a small square of trimmed grass bordered by dark rocks and carefully placed shrubs. 

Off to one side, May had already set up a couple of outdoor couches with cream cushions that still looked too untouched, like nobody had fully broken them in yet, while a few lawn chairs were scattered around in a loose circle as if people had started claiming spots before the party even properly settled. There were tall planters near the fence, soft garden lights fixed low along the edges.

You ended up dropping into the space between Jimin and Seokjin on one of the couches, tucking one leg under yourself as you brought the margarita to your mouth for another careful sip. It had way too much tequila for your taste, the kind that burned first and tasted like lime second, so you took it slow and let the cold glass rest against your thigh between sips.

“Too strong?” Jimin asked, one look at your face giving you away.

“May still makes drinks like she was trying to disinfect us from the inside out.” you swallowed and gave the drink a suspicious look.

“That means it’s a good drink.” Seokjin let out a laugh into his own cup. 

“No, it meant she lost count halfway through pouring.” you corrected with a little grimace.

“Same thing.” Jin said with a shrug. 

Jimin leaned forward, whispering conspiratorily: “Give it ten minutes and Namjoon is going to start talking about real estate like he personally helped build the house.”

“I heard that–” Namjoon huffed from one of the lawn chairs where he was lounging.

“I wasn’t hiding it from you.” Jimin shot back.

You smiled into your glass, shoulders loosening a little as Seokjin bumped his knee lightly against yours.

“Remember her old apartment?” Seokjin asked.

“I still have nightmares about that bathroom.” Jimin made a face immediately. “You could brush your teeth while sitting on the toilet.”

“That was an efficient design!” you said, a little defensive even despite your laughs. That bathroom had seen a lot of your hungover mornings and it never told your secrets. 

“That was poverty!” May yelled from across the patio, making all three of you laugh.

“And yet,” Seokjin went on, looking around with exaggerated seriousness, “we all still came over every weekend like we were living the free life.”

“We were twenty-two and stupid.” Jimin said with a raise of his glass.

“We were twenty-two and jobless.” you raised your own glass just to feel young again.

Jimin turned to you with fake offense all over his pretty face: “I had a job.”

“You worked at your uncle’s café two afternoons a week.” Namjoon rebutted with a scoff. 

“It was still employment!” Jimin whined. 

Seokjin nodded. “Part-time nepo baby.”

Jimin gasped, hand to chest, and you finally laughed around the next sip, wincing right after when the tequila hit again:

“To May’s new house.”

“To May’s new house.” you echoed, touching your glass lightly to theirs as the conversation rolled on like it always had, easy and warm and worn in from years of knowing exactly how to pull laughter out of each other.

And then you noticed him almost right away, even with the patio full enough to split your attention. Through the glass doors, Taehyung paused on the other side of the porch light, eyes moving over the backyard like he was searching for someone specific, and your heart gave one small, stupid jump the second his face changed when he found you. 

It was immediate, easy to read even from where you sat. Something in him lit up, softening his whole face before he even stepped outside, and you hated what that one look did to you after everything you had just told yourself in the kitchen.

Jimin noticed too, because of course he did. He cleared his throat beside you and nudged your arm with his elbow in a way that was far too knowing to be innocent, then pushed himself up with his drink and casually abandoned his spot, moving to annoy Namjoon’s personal space. 

By the time you looked back up, Taehyung was already there, catching the open space like it had always been meant to be his. He sat down beside you without hesitation, pulling off his red jacket before you could ask what he was doing, and draped it over your legs in one easy movement, covering your bare thighs and the side of your dress the night air had started getting to. The gesture was so natural it almost felt practiced.

Your eyes lifted on instinct, scanning past his shoulder, almost expecting Alyssa to appear behind him or step out onto the patio a second later, but the glass doors only showed the warm blur of people still inside, moving through the kitchen and living room with drinks of their own. 

“I got this for you.” Taehyung held up a small mandarin between his fingers, and it looked almost ridiculous in his hand, bright and glossy and so much smaller than his palm that it made you smile before you could keep yourself in check. 

Even from that close, you could spot the tiny hot-stamped Jeju sticker pressed onto the peel, the kind that made it obvious this was not just any fruit someone grabbed from a corner store, but from somewhere expensive.

“Where did you find that?” you chuckled, already feeling the rest of the patio blur at the edges as your attention settled fully on him.

“May’s fridge.” he shrugged, like snooping through someone’s kitchen was the most normal thing in the world.

“When she said feel at home, I don’t think that’s what she meant–” 

Taehyung only shrugged, like of course he had stolen fruit out of someone else’s fridge for you, like that did not need any further explanation. Then he lowered his eyes to the mandarin and started peeling it with a care that made your chest feel strangely tight. His thumb pressed into the skin just enough to break it, the peel lifting back in soft strips under his fingers, and each little squeeze released that fresh, sweet citrus scent into the cold air between you. 

You watched his hands more than you meant to, the steady way he worked, unhurried and precise, and it did something unfair to your heart when it should have been the simplest thing in the world. But it was coming from him, which made it feel like more.

With was always more with Taehyung. 

Once the fruit was bare in his palm, he split off one piece and started pulling away the thin white strings clinging to it, taking his time with the same quiet focus. You knew exactly why he was doing it. He had seen you pick at them before, complaining about the texture until only the clean pulp was left.

“Damn, let the girl eat some fibers.” Seokjin said from your other side, amusement easy in his voice.

Taehyung did not even look up. “I like enabling her.”

“You’re the only one.” Seokjin shot back, the kind of teasing that had always belonged to the two of you.

Taehyung’s mouth twitched, but there was something a little firmer under it when he answered: 

“She only needs one, so.” he kept going, stripping the last stubborn bit of white from the piece between his fingers like Seokjin had not said a thing.

One of the girls sitting near May let out a dramatic sound. 

“That’s actually sick. My boyfriend won’t even bring me water, and you’re out here peeling the strings off too?”

Another voice laughed with her, but it all blurred a little at the edges for you. You almost waited for Taehyung to correct it, to say it was not like that, that he was just being nice. He never did. He only looked at you, the peeled piece of fruit held up near your mouth, his eyes steady enough to make your pulse trip over itself. 

When you leaned in and took it with your lips, his gaze stayed there the whole time, fixed on your mouth in a way that made the sweet burst of juice feel secondary to the heat climbing up your neck.

“I’m not always on board with stealing, but this is actually really good.” you said after swallowing, still tasting the burst of sweet juice on your tongue.

Taehyung smiled under his breath like that had been the point all along, already working on the next piece before the first one had barely gone down. The orange peel, the thin white strings, even two small seeds he had picked out rested carelessly on the knees of his jeans, and he did not seem bothered by any of it. 

His hands kept moving with the same quiet patience, making a mess of himself so you would not have to deal with any of it. 

“Alyssa brought them for May.” he said, glancing down at the fruit as he cleaned another segment for you. “As a house gift, I think. She said they came from some farmer’s market near her place that gets them from Jeju Island.”

“Oh.”

“I asked for the guy’s number. If you want more, I can get them for you.” he gave one small shrug, like this had all been obvious. 

Your stomach fluttered again at the mention of Alyssa, but this time it turned on itself almost right away, the ugly little knot loosening as fast as it had formed. You looked at him for a second, then at the fruit in his hand, and the alcohol warming your chest made your mouth move before your pride could stop it: “I thought she gave you her number.”

“Why would I need her number?” Taehyung finally looked up, eyebrows pulling together like the idea had not crossed his mind once. 

“Have you looked at her?” you let out a soft scoff, trying to play it off even as your face felt warmer than it should have. 

He held the next piece up to your mouth before answering, waiting until you leaned in and took it from his fingers. 

“She’s not my type.” he said simply.

Jimin, who had absolutely been listening from his seat this whole time, made a delighted sound like he had just been handed gossip and dessert at the same time. 

“What’s your type, Taehyung-ssi?” the man wanted to know immediately. 

Taehyung did not even hesitate. He kept his eyes on the mandarin in his hands as he peeled away another stubborn string, but the corner of his mouth lifted. 

“Someone who still uses gel pens to write notes and refuses to eat fiber unless it comes from popcorn.”

The reactions that followed stayed soft everywhere but under your own skin. One of the girls let out an immediate, breathy ‘aw’, another groaned like she had just witnessed something unfair, and Jimin’s mouth curved into that deeply satisfied little smile of someone who had seen this coming from ten miles away. 

Beside you, Seokjin lifted his hand toward Taehyung for a high five over the boldness of the words, only to be completely ignored as Taehyung kept working on the fruit like nothing had happened. 

Seokjin looked at his own hand for a second, then slapped it against his other palm himself, and that was what earned the quiet burst of laughter from the group.

“Is there something you didn’t tell us?” May asked from across the patio, narrowing her eyes at the two of you with instant suspicion. “You would tell me if you’re dating, right?”

“We’re not.” Taehyung glanced up at that, then back down to the mandarin in his hands. Something in your chest dipped before he added, just as simply: “I was hoping we would be, after tonight.”

You turned to look at him so fast your shoulder brushed his. “What?”

“Our movie date got cut short.” only then did he lift his eyes to yours, and there was nothing dramatic in his face, nothing played up for the people around you. He just looked at you openly, like this was the easiest truth in the world to say. “Now all I have left is peeling mandarins and hoping you understand what I’m doing.”

For a second, you could only stare at him.

The patio did not go silent. People were still talking around you, May was still laughing somewhere to your left, a chair scraped lightly over stone, and somebody inside the house opened one of the sliding doors just enough for a swell of music to spill out before it shut again. 

But all of it felt farther away now, softened at the edges, like the whole night had folded in around the small space the two of you occupied on the patio couch.

Taehyung, meanwhile, stayed exactly where he was, knee pressed lightly to yours under the weight of his jacket still draped over your legs. He picked a seed from the next segment and dropped it onto his jeans with the rest of the mess, not caring in the slightest what he looked like.

“So,” he said, quieter now, only for you. “Did it get the point across?”

You looked at the fruit in his hand, at the white strings gathered over the blue denim on his knees, at the bright peel curled near his leg, then back at his face. He was watching you with that same open steadiness, like he was not nervous at all, like saying what he meant had never once felt unnatural to him.

Your stomach fluttered so hard it almost hurt.

“Maybe a little.” you murmured.

“A little?” his eyebrows lifted.

“You might have to keep going.” your heart was fluttering like crazy in your chest. 

The grin that spread over his face came slow and warm, lighting him up in a way that made your chest squeeze all over again. 

“That’s fine.” he said, already lifting the next perfect piece to your mouth. “I bought myself at least another five minutes with this one.”

You were full on expecting things to become awkward between you and Taehyung, after the small and blunt, but very honest confession that passed between the two of you, in front of all of your other friends, no less. Instead, even when it was just the two of you inside his car, his fingers smelling of mandarin juice and you smelling of the perfume that clung to his jacket you were now wearing, the mood was light. 

Well, as light as it could be, now that you knew tonight was supposed to be your first date with your best friend. It was all so surreal to you, that you couldn’t find the right words to say, or even any wrong ones, just to break the silence. And Taehyung clearly noticed it, too, when he started driving away from May’s new neighborhood and said: 

“Was I out of line?” his tone was low and calm, so much so that you almost missed the question.  

“Huh?” you looked at him, noticing how both hands on the steering wheel now. You shook your head right away. “No, you were… You. Which, for the record, is how I like you.”

“Careful with that word now, babe.” his shoulders seemed to relax, but just a smidge. “I might think you mean it.” 

“You peeled me an expensive mandarin, of course I mean it.” you chuckled, taking your own leap of faith and resting your hand on his thigh, just like he had done to you so many times before.  

“That’s what did it, huh?” his right hand rested on top of yours, and as much as you’d held hands before, it never felt quite like this.  

“Actually, what did it was you bribing my desk-mate to exchange places with you so you could sit by my side in school.” you told him with a new laugh, feeling the small clench of his fingers around yours. “The mandarin only reminded me you’ve always been like this with me.”

Taehyung let your words sink in, the fact that you had a crush on him for decades now. You watched his small pout disappear just as fast as it appeared, like he wondered, just for a moment, how much time you lost by being young and not knowing any better. But then he took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles, like he decided no time would be wasted from now on. 

“So am I dropping you off?” Taehyung asked you, and there was a lot more behind those words than you might have been expecting. “Or do I get a little more time tonight?” 

“Can you peel this one for breakfast tomorrow?” you pulled the second mandarin from the jacket’s pocket, making Taehyung laugh so hard it filled the car. 

“I definitely can.” 

The conversation kept flowing as he drove, easy and unforced, moving from one thought to the next with the kind of rhythm that only came from knowing someone for years. 

It was light, familiar, full of the little things that would have sounded meaningless to anyone else, but with him it never felt like filling silence. Your hand stayed in his over the center console, his thumb brushing yours every now and then as the city passed outside in quiet stretches of yellow light.

Nothing about it felt staged or fragile, nothing about it made you nervous in the way new things usually did for you. If anything, it felt like stepping into something that had been waiting for you both for a very long time, and now that you were finally here, there was no awkwardness to it at all. 

The walk from the car to the elevator of his building was quiet, your heels clicking softly beside his sneakers. His red jacket still hung over your shoulders, carrying his warmth and that faint cologne you’d known for years. Taehyung kept one hand lightly at the small of your back, guiding you without any real pressure, like he just needed the contact.

Inside the elevator, the doors slid shut and the soft hum filled the small space. You leaned against the mirrored wall, watching him press the button for his floor. When he turned back to you, the air felt thicker. He stepped closer, not quite crowding you, but close enough that you could see the tiny flecks of gold in his eyes and smell the faint citrus still clinging to his fingers.

“Hi.” he murmured, almost silly after everything tonight.

“Hi.” you whispered back, biting down on a smile.

The elevator dinged far too soon. Taehyung took your hand again as you stepped out into the quiet hallway, his thumb brushing your knuckles the whole way to his door.

He unlocked it with one hand, pushing the door open and letting you step inside first. The familiar scent of his apartment wrapped around you, clean laundry, a hint of sandalwood, and something that was just undeniably him. You kicked off your heels by the door out of habit, toes sinking into the soft rug. Taehyung followed, toeing off his red sneakers and setting them neatly beside yours like they belonged there.

The click of the door closing behind him sounded louder than it should have.

For a second you both just stood there in the entryway, the weight of the night settling around you. Then Taehyung moved.

One hand came up to rest on the door beside your head, the other gently cupped the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheekbone. He stepped in until his body was only a breath away from yours, caging you in without trapping you; tall, warm, and so close you could feel the heat radiating off his chest through his white shirt.

His eyes searched yours, dark and steady, a tiny furrow between his brows like he was holding his breath.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” he said quietly, voice barely above a whisper. “But if it feels wrong… if it’s awkward… we stop. We go back to mandarins and movie nights and I’ll still be the happiest guy in the world just being your best friend. Okay?”

Your heart was hammering so loudly you were sure he could hear it. You nodded, swallowing past the flutter in your throat.

“Okay.”

Taehyung leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away. His nose brushed yours first, soft and tentative. Then his lips touched yours, gentle and warm, testing. The first press was feather-light, almost careful, like he was afraid the years between you might shatter if he pushed too hard.

For one heartbeat it felt like the world held its breath with you.

Then something clicked.

His lips moved against yours with quiet certainty, tilting his head just enough to fit better, and the kiss deepened naturally, sweetly, like breathing. There was no awkwardness, no clash of noses or hesitation in rhythm. Just warmth, the faint taste of mandarin and the way his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, fingers threading gently into your hair.

A soft sound escaped you, half sigh, half relief, and Taehyung answered it with a tiny, involuntary hum against your mouth, like the tension he’d been carrying for years finally unraveled.

When he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, both of you breathing a little faster, his eyes were shining.

“Fuck.” he whispered, a soft laugh coloring the word. “That didn’t feel like breaking anything.”

“No… it felt like finally starting.” you let out a shaky laugh too, your hands having found their way to his chest at some point, fingers curled into his shirt. 

His thumb brushed your bottom lip, eyes following the motion with open wonder.

“Yeah,” he murmured, voice warm and a little rough. “Yeah.”

He kissed you again, slower this time, deeper, but still unhurried, like he wanted to memorize every second of it. One hand stayed at the back of your neck, the other sliding down to your waist, pulling you gently closer until your bodies pressed together. The kiss stayed sweet, but there was a quiet thrill underneath it now, a spark that made your stomach flip and your fingers tighten in his shirt.

When you finally parted, Taehyung didn’t step back. He stayed right there, caged around you against the door, smiling that small, private smile you’d only ever seen aimed at you.

You let out a soft, breathless laugh: “We just kissed.”

“We did.” he whispered back, eyes crinkling with quiet joy. His thumb brushed your cheek again, like he couldn’t quite believe he was allowed to do that now. “And it was… good. Really good.”

“Really good.” you echoed, feeling giddy and warm all over.

Taehyung pressed one last gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth before finally stepping back just enough to let you breathe. He took your hand, lacing your fingers together, and tugged you gently away from the door.

“Come here.” he said, voice soft and a little shy as he led you down the short hallway into the living room. 

The space was familiar just like the rest of the apartment, the big comfortable couch you’d both fallen asleep on during countless movie nights, the low lamp casting a warm glow that never seemed to be turned off, no matter how much you pointed out his energy bill.

You both dropped onto the couch, knees bumping, and suddenly the giggles hit. Soft, unstoppable little laughs that came from pure relief and disbelief.

“I can’t believe you’re finally my girl.” Taehyung laughed under his breath, and if it was anyone else saying those words, you would have cringed. But it was Tae, so the words landed so sweetly that your chest fluttered hard. 

“Your girl?” you repeated, teasing but unable to hide how much you liked hearing it.

“Yeah.” he sounded almost shy now, the confident Taehyung from the patio giving way to the boy who once bought you a grape gel pen just to make up for embarrassing you. “If you want to be.”

The moment stretched tender and sweet between you until Taehyung’s expression shifted into something more careful, more concerned.

“Hey… you’re not drunk, right?” he asked, brows furrowing slightly. “May’s margaritas are no joke. You said they were strong.”

“I’m fine, Tae. I barely drank half of it.” you shook your head quickly, smiling at how thoughtful he was even now. “The tequila hit hard at first, but I’m perfectly sober, I promise.”

“Okay. But just in case… wait here.” he studied your face for a second longer, then nodded, still looking a little protective. 

Before you could protest, he stood up and headed toward the kitchen, his socked feet quiet on the floor. 

While he was gone, you shrugged off his red jacket, folding it neatly and laying it over the arm of the couch. The cool air of the apartment brushed against your skin now that you were no longer covered by the heavy fabric. Your dress suddenly felt a little shorter, a little more revealing than it had all night, the neckline sitting lower, the hem riding up just enough on your thighs as you sat with your legs tucked under you.

You were suddenly very aware of how much you were showing, and even more aware that Taehyung would notice the second he came back.

The thought sent another flutter through your stomach, nervous, but the good kind.

You heard the fridge door close, the soft clink of a glass bottle, and then his footsteps returning. When Taehyung stepped back into the living room with the cold bottle of water in hand, his eyes did exactly what you expected: they flicked down to your bare shoulders, the curve of your collarbones, the way the dress now clung a little differently without the jacket hiding you.

He paused for half a second, throat working as he swallowed. Then he cleared it softly and continued toward you, handing you the water with a small, warm smile that didn’t quite hide the new heat in his gaze.

“Here.” he said, voice a touch lower than before. “Drink some.”

You took the cold bottle from him, your fingers brushing his in a way that felt more intentional now. The first sip of water was refreshing against the lingering warmth of the margarita and the heat still blooming under your skin from his kisses. Taehyung watched you the whole time, eyes soft but noticeably darker as they traced the line of your throat and then dropped lower.

“You look really pretty like this.” he cleared his throat quietly, a small, shy smile tugging at his lips. 

“Like what?” you asked, teasing even though your cheeks warmed.

“Without my jacket hiding you.” his gaze flicked down again, then back to your face, almost apologetic. “I don’t know where to put my hands now.”

The honest admission made you laugh softly, the sound light and affectionate. You set the water on the coffee table and shifted closer on the couch until your knees pressed together. 

“You can put them on me, Tae.” you told him easily. “We’re not exactly strangers.”

He let out a breath that sounded half-relieved, half-nervous, and reached for you. One warm palm settled carefully on your bare thigh, just below the hem of your dress, while the other came up to cup the side of your neck. His thumb stroked your skin in slow, soothing circles. The touch was gentle, still testing, like he was giving you every chance to guide him or slow him down.

For a moment you just sat there like that, sitting close, breathing each other in, the quiet hum of the apartment wrapping around you. Then Taehyung’s eyes drifted to the side, landing on the second mandarin you’d pulled from his jacket pocket earlier and left on the coffee table.

A small, fond smile crossed his face. 

“I know you said you wanted that for breakfast, but you can have it now, if you’re hungry. We didn’t eat much tonight.” he murmured, voice low and a little rough. “You want me to peel it?”

You nodded, biting your lip to hide how much the simple offer affected you. “Yeah, if you don’t mind.”

He picked up the fruit with the hand that had been on your neck, but his fingers were noticeably less steady than they’d been on the patio, a faint tremble as he started working the peel. The citrus scent bloomed between you again, sharp and sweet, mixing with the warm sandalwood of his apartment. 

You watched his hands, the way his long fingers pressed into the skin, peeling it back in careful strips. Juice glistened on his fingertips, and every now and then his eyes would flick up to yours, checking, wanting.

When he finally split off a clean segment and began pulling away the thin white strings with the same patient focus as before, you felt the familiar flutter low in your stomach, only stronger now, heavier with everything that had already changed tonight.

Taehyung held the piece up between you, offering it like he had on the patio. But this time, instead of simply taking it with your lips, you leaned forward and closed your mouth around it… and around the tips of his fingers.

The juice burst sweet across your tongue. You let your lips linger for a second longer than necessary, tongue brushing softly against his skin to catch the sticky citrus that clung there. Your eyes stayed locked on his the whole time, wide, warm, and a little daring.

Taehyung’s breath hitched sharply. His whole body went still except for the faint tremor that ran through the hand still resting on your thigh. His pupils blew wide, dark and stunned, as he watched you slowly pull back, lips sliding off his fingers with one last gentle swipe of your tongue.

“You can’t do this to me…” he whispered, voice hoarse and wrecked in the softest way. The words came out almost like a plea, but his eyes were shining with pure want. “Not after waiting this long. Not when you look at me like that.”

The air between you felt heavier now, thicker with the citrus scent still clinging to his fingers and the quiet sound of your breathing. You smiled, a little shy, a little bold, and licked your lips once more just to watch the way his gaze followed the motion.

Before you could say anything, Taehyung’s voice dropped even lower, warm and curious. 

“Let me have a taste too.” he murmured, eyes flicking from your mouth back to the half-peeled mandarin in his hand. “See what all the fuss is about.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he broke off another small segment, but this time he didn’t offer it to you. He popped it into his own mouth first, chewing slowly, juice glistening on his lower lip. Then he leaned in, one hand still resting high on your thigh.

The kiss started soft again, like you were learning he liked, just the press of his lips against yours, but the moment his tongue traced the seam of your mouth, it deepened into something far more sensual. 

He tasted like sweet mandarin and warmth, and he explored you unhurriedly, like he wanted to learn every detail. Taehyung’s teeth caught your bottom lip in a gentle nibble, tugging lightly before soothing it with his tongue. You sighed into him, and he answered by sucking softly on your tongue, slow and drawing another quiet sound from your throat.

Your hands moved on instinct, sliding up into his messy waves, fingers threading through the soft strands and tugging just enough to make him hum against your mouth. The vibration sent a shiver down your spine. Taehyung’s free hand didn’t stay still either, it slipped beneath the hem of your dress, palm gliding slowly up the bare skin of your thigh, stopping just short of where the fabric ended higher up. His thumb stroked lazy circles there, teasing the edge of your underwear without pushing further, like he was still giving you every chance to set the pace.

Tae pulled back just enough to breathe, lips brushing yours with every word: 

“God, you taste even better like this.” he whispered, voice rough and shaky with want. His fingers flexed gently on your thigh, the other hand still tangled in your hair. “Tell me if I’m going too fast, okay? I just… I’ve thought about kissing you for so long. Touching you.”

You answered by pulling him back in, your own hands tightening in his hair as the kiss picked up again, deeper, slower, more exploratory. His palm slid a little higher under your dress, the heat of his touch making your stomach tighten with anticipation, while your fingers scratched lightly at his scalp, earning you another low, pleased sound from deep in his chest.

Everything stayed tender, but the spark from the mandarin moment had ignited into a slow-burning flame that was quickly becoming impossible to ignore.

You pulled back just enough to catch your breath, chest rising and falling quickly. Taehyung’s eyes were dark, lips slightly swollen, hair deliciously messed up from your fingers. His hand was still warm under the hem of your dress, resting high on your thigh, but you wanted it closer.

“Stand up for me?” he asked softly, voice husky but gentle, like he was still checking if this was okay.

You nodded, heart hammering. He helped you to your feet, both of you rising from the couch in one fluid motion. Once you were standing, Taehyung stayed seated for a second longer, looking up at you with open wonder. Then he rose too, tall frame unfolding until he towered over you, broad shoulders and warm presence making the space between you feel smaller in the best way.

His hands found your waist first, steady and warm. 

“Can I…?” he murmured, fingers brushing the zipper at the side of your dress.

“Yes.” you whispered.

He pulled the zipper down slowly, the soft sound loud in the quiet room. The fabric loosened, and with careful hands he eased the dress off your shoulders. It slid down your body and pooled at your feet, leaving you in nothing but your panties. No bra, the cool air kissing your skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze.

Taehyung’s breath caught audibly. His eyes dropped to your bare breasts, dark and appreciative, lingering. 

“Fuck… you’re beautiful.” he said, almost under his breath, like the words slipped out before he could stop them. One large hand came up, hesitating just a moment before his palm gently cupped the underside of one breast, thumb brushing over the soft curve. “I didn’t know… God, I didn’t know you were this perfect.”

The size difference hit you then, him standing so close, so much taller, his broad frame making you feel small and cherished all at once. You swallowed, warmth flooding your cheeks and lower belly.

Taehyung seemed to notice the effect too. A small, almost shy smile touched his lips as he looked down at you, one hand still on your breast, the other resting at your waist. “Look at you.” he murmured, voice low, like he knew exactly what to say to undo you. “So small next to me… and still driving me crazy.”

“You’re not exactly small yourself, Tae.” you couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped, even as your pulse raced. 

His grin widened for a second, warm and affectionate, before he stepped back just enough to reach behind his neck and tug his white shirt off in one smooth motion. The fabric hit the floor beside your dress. Your eyes drank him in; the smooth, tanned planes of his chest, the subtle definition of his stomach, the way his shoulders looked even broader without anything covering them. You had seen him shirtless before, but never like this. Never with permission to stare. Never with the knowledge that you could touch.

For a long moment you simply stood there, staring at each other in the soft lamplight. The tension was thick, palpable, crackling in the silence. His eyes traced every inch of your bare skin; yours did the same to him, the faint trail of hair disappearing into his jeans, the way his chest rose and fell a little faster now, the obvious bulge pressing against the front of his pants.

Taehyung was the first to move. He took your hand and guided you back toward the couch, his touch gentle despite the heat in his gaze. “Come here, my girl.”

He eased you down onto your back, following you so he settled between your parted legs. The couch was wide enough that he could brace himself on one forearm without crushing you, his body covering yours in warm, delicious weight. The moment he lowered himself, you felt the hard line of his cock press against your core through the thin layers of fabric still separating you, denim against lace, hot and insistent.

A soft gasp left your lips at the contact.

Taehyung groaned quietly, forehead dropping to your collarbones. 

“Sorry… you just feel so good already.” he rolled his hips once, slow and lazy, letting you feel him fully. Then he captured your mouth again in a heated, unhurried kiss.

This kiss was lazier than the ones before, deeper and more indulgent. His tongue slid against yours in slow strokes, occasionally pulling back to nibble at your bottom lip or suck gently on your tongue the way you were quickly learning he loved. Your hands roamed freely now, one threading back into his messy waves, the other sliding down the warm, bare skin of his back, feeling the muscles shift under your palms as he moved.

Tae’s own hands weren’t idle. One stayed at your breast, thumb circling your nipple until it tightened under his touch. The other slipped between your bodies, palm gliding up your inner thigh until his fingers brushed the edge of your panties, teasing without rushing. All the while he kept that slow, grinding rhythm against you, his cock pressing and rubbing right where you needed him most through the fabric.

Every roll of his hips sent sparks through you. Every sigh and quiet moan he drew from your mouth seemed to make him hungrier, yet he never hurried, like he wanted to savor every second of finally having you like this.

“Been dreaming about this… having you under me. Feeling you like this.” his voice was low and rough against your lips, every word punctuated by another slow roll of his hips that pressed his cock harder against your clothed pussy. 

You whimpered softly, fingers tightening in his hair, and that seemed to be all the encouragement he needed.

Taehyung kissed you once more, deep and lingering, before he began to trail his mouth downward. He took his time, lips brushing along your jaw, then the sensitive spot just below your ear. When he reached your neck he sucked lightly, then harder, leaving a faint mark that made your breath hitch. Lower still, his mouth found your collarbone, then the swell of your breast.

He groaned the moment his lips closed around your nipple, warm and wet. He sucked gently at first, tongue swirling around the peaked bud, then with more intention in slow, rhythmic pulls that had your back arching off the couch. 

A soft cry escaped you when he grazed his teeth over the sensitive flesh, followed immediately by soothing licks. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same devoted attention, sucking and biting until the skin flushed and bore faint red marks that would bloom later. His free hand kneaded the breast he wasn’t attending to, thumb flicking over the wet nipple he’d just released.

Every pull of his mouth sent sparks straight between your legs. You writhed beneath him, one hand still tangled in his messy waves, the other gripping his shoulder as your hips rolled up instinctively, seeking more friction.

Taehyung hummed in satisfaction against your skin, the vibration traveling through you. He kissed a slow, wet path down the center of your stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into your navel, making you giggle breathlessly before the sound melted into another moan. When he reached the waistband of your panties, he looked up at you through dark lashes, eyes gleaming with heat and quiet awe.

His hand slipped beneath the lace without warning, two long fingers gliding through your folds. The moment he felt how slick you were, a low, pleased sound rumbled in his chest.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already.” he murmured, voice thick with wonder. His fingers teased your entrance, circling slowly, spreading the wetness up to your clit without quite giving you the pressure you craved. “All this for me? Been thinking about me like this too?”

You nodded frantically, hips twitching under his touch. The ache between your legs was almost unbearable now.

He pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss just above the waistband of your panties, then looked up again, lips curved in a small, teasing smile: “I wonder if you taste even better than those Jeju mandarins.”

The words sent a fresh wave of heat through you. 

“Tae… please. Find out.” you whined, high and needy, fingers tightening in his hair. 

That was all he needed.

You lifted your hips eagerly, helping him as he hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties and slid them down your legs. He tossed the lace aside, leaving you completely bare beneath him. For a moment he just looked, eyes dark, chest rising faster, taking in every inch of you spread out on his couch.

Then he settled lower between your thighs, broad shoulders pushing your legs wider apart. He pressed a trail of wet kisses along your inner thigh, alternating sides, getting closer and closer until you felt his warm breath against your pussy.

The first touch of his tongue was gentle, a slow, flat lick from your entrance up to your clit that had your back arching sharply off the cushions. Taehyung moaned loudly against you, the sound raw and unrestrained, like the taste of you was better than anything he’d ever had.

“God… you taste so fucking good.” he groaned, voice muffled against your folds. He dove back in with the same patient, exploratory focus he’d shown with every kiss and every peeled mandarin. His tongue circled your clit in slow, deliberate strokes, then flattened again to lap at you broadly, savoring every drop. He alternated between long, luxurious licks and gentle suction, humming and moaning like he couldn’t get enough.

When two of his long fingers slipped inside you, curling slowly to find that perfect spot, your moan broke into a shaky cry. He pumped them lazily at first, matching the rhythm of his tongue, then faster as your hips started to rock against his face. His free hand stayed on your stomach, holding you gently in place while he devoured you, wet, obscene sounds filling the living room along with your gasps and whimpers.

Taehyung was lost in it. Every time you clenched around his fingers or tugged harder at his hair, he groaned louder, hips subtly grinding against the couch for his own relief. He sucked your clit between his lips, tongue flicking rapidly, then soothed with broad licks again, completely focused on pulling more of those sounds from you.

You were trembling, thighs tightening around his head, the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter with every stroke of his tongue and curl of his fingers.

He pulled back just enough to murmur against your slick skin, voice hoarse and dripping with need. 

“That’s it, my girl… let me hear you.” he teased, and then the next words almost did you right then and there: “Want to feel you cum on my tongue.”

Taehyung’s voice was barely more than a growl against your soaked pussy before he dove back in with renewed hunger. His mouth turned starved, tongue flicking rapidly over your swollen clit, then sucking it between his lips with firm, insistent pulls that made your thighs shake. 

He groaned loudly into you, the vibrations shooting straight through your cunt as two long fingers pumped deeper inside you, stretching you open with every thrust.

He was relentless now, lost in the taste of you. His tongue worked faster, alternating between quick, desperate licks and hard suction, while his fingers curled and scissored, always  aiming for that spot that made your back bow off the couch. Wet, filthy sounds filled the living room, the slick slide of his fingers, the obscene noises of his mouth devouring your pussy, your own broken moans growing louder and more desperate.

Your hips rocked frantically against his face, chasing the pleasure as it built unbearably fast. One hand fisted tight in his messy waves, the other gripping the couch cushion like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Tae– oh god, Tae–” you gasped, voice cracking.

He moaned in response, the sound vibrating against your clit as he sucked harder, fingers thrusting faster, stretching your tight cunt around them. The coil in your belly snapped without warning.

Your orgasm crashed over you hard, a sharp cry tearing from your throat as your pussy clenched rhythmically around his fingers. Taehyung didn’t slow down, he kept licking and sucking through every wave, groaning like he was the one coming undone, milking every last tremor from your body until you were trembling and gasping beneath him.

Only when your hips started twitching from oversensitivity did he finally ease up. He gentled his tongue into slow, soothing licks, then carefully withdrew his fingers, replacing them with one last soft kiss to your pulsing clit.

Taehyung climbed up your body slowly, kissing a wet trail up your stomach and between your breasts before burying his face into the crook of your neck. His fingers slid back between your legs, gently pumping into your soaked cunt again, slow, lazy strokes to ease you through the aftershocks. Like now that he had a feel of you, his fingers couldn’t stay away. 

And despite the oversensitivity, you couldn’t get enough of it either.

You wrapped your arms around him tightly, pulling him closer to your chest, one hand stroking through his hair while the other rubbed soothing circles over his bare back. Both of you were breathing hard, skin warm and slightly damp with sweat.

“Fuck, Tae…” you whispered, voice still shaky with pleasure. “Your tongue felt so good. I didn’t know you were that good at it. I’m… honestly surprised.”

He let out a soft, muffled laugh against your neck, but you felt the way his body tensed at the praise, his hips twitching hard against your thigh through his jeans. The reaction was immediate and unmistakable; your words seemed to make him even hornier.

You smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head: “I’ve been dying to see you. I know you’re big.”

Taehyung lifted his head just enough to look at you, cheeks flushed, eyes dark but sparkling with shy amusement. 

“Can you tell?” he chuckled, the sound abashed and boyish.

“I’ve seen your morning woods before.” You giggled with the admittance, the sound light despite how wrecked you still felt. His eyes widened in genuine surprise, a dramatic gasp escaping him. “Come on, how many sleepovers did we have?!”

“I still didn’t know you noticed it!” he laughed, that sweet  laugh you’d loved for years in silence, the one that made his eyes crinkle at the corners even now. “At least I guess you know what to expect.”

“Am I going to be able to walk tomorrow?” you teased, sliding one hand between your bodies until your palm cupped the hard, heavy outline of his cock through his jeans.

Taehyung groaned deeply, hips rolling forward to press his bulge firmer into your hand. 

“Why?” he rasped, voice thick with need. “Are you going anywhere?”

You laughed breathlessly, still cupping his hard length through the denim, giving him one slow squeeze that made his hips jerk forward again.

Taehyung groaned low in his throat, then suddenly pulled back just enough to look down at you with dark, hooded eyes. 

“I need you on my bed now.” he rasped, voice rough with want.

He pushed himself up from the couch in one smooth motion, towering over you again. Strong hands slid under your arms and helped you stand on slightly shaky legs. The second you were upright, he turned you gently so your back pressed flush against his front. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you tight as he started walking you both toward his bedroom.

The familiar short hallway felt longer than usual when Taehyung couldn’t keep his hands or mouth off you. One palm stayed splayed possessively over your stomach while the other roamed higher, cupping and kneading your breast. His cock, still trapped in his jeans, pressed hot and insistent against the curve of your ass with every step. He leaned down repeatedly to mouth at your neck, open, wet kisses mixed with gentle sucks and the occasional scrape of teeth that made your knees weak.

“Tae… we’re never going to make it if you keep doing that.” you stumbled a little, giggling softly when his arm tightened to steady you. 

“Don’t care.” he murmured against your skin, hips rolling once so you could feel exactly how hard he was. “Been waiting too long to rush now.”

By the time you reached his bedroom doorway, your skin was flushed and tingling everywhere he’d touched. The warm glow of the bedside lamp was already on, casting soft golden light over the big bed and the familiar scattered details of his room.

“Do you always keep that light on, or were you planning on seducing me like this tonight?” you glanced at the lamp, then back at him with a teasing smile as he finally loosened his hold so you could step forward. 

“It’s not the first time I left that on.” he admitted quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Can you blame me for hoping?”

The honest confession made something warm bloom in your chest, like it had been happening all night. You laughed softly, the sound light and affectionate, and walked the few steps to his bed. You sat on the edge of the mattress, completely bare, and let your eyes roam over him, eating him up with your gaze.

“Let’s see it, then.” you said, voice sweet but dripping with teasing challenge. You tilted your head, smiling up at him. “Show me what I’ve been missing.”

Taehyung’s expression shifted. The shy, second-guessing boy from earlier melted away, replaced by quiet cockiness and pure confidence. He stepped closer until he stood right in front of you, close enough that you had to tilt your head back to keep looking at his face.

Without breaking eye contact, he reached down and popped the button of his jeans. The zipper came down slowly. He shoved the denim down his long legs and kicked it aside, leaving him in just the black boxers that did very little to hide how hard he was.

Then those came off too.

Your mouth went dry.

He was big alright, longer and thicker than the morning woods or the grinding against you on the couch had ever prepared you for. His cock stood flushed and heavy against his stomach, the head a deep, angry red and already leaking steadily, a glossy bead of precum sliding down the shaft. The sheer size of him made your thighs press together instinctively, a fresh wave of heat pooling low in your belly.

Taehyung watched your reaction with dark, satisfied eyes, one hand casually wrapping around the base of his cock and giving himself one slow stroke. 

“Still think you’ll be able to walk tomorrow?” he asked, voice low and teasing, but the way his cock twitched in his grip told you he was just as affected.

You licked your lips, unable to look away. “I… might need to call in sick.”

He let out a soft, husky laugh and stepped even closer, his free hand coming down to gently cup your chin, tilting your face up toward him.

Taehyung’s thumb brushed gently over your bottom lip, his voice dropping into something raw and needy. 

“Touch me.” he murmured, almost begging. “Please, baby…”

The plea hit you straight in the chest; and lower. Your heart fluttered hard at how desperate he sounded, and a fresh pulse of heat throbbed between your legs, your cunt clenching around nothing at the sound of his voice like that.

You felt a little shy suddenly, despite everything you’d already done tonight. You looked up at him through your lashes, biting your lip as you reached for him. Your fingers wrapped around the thick base of his cock, and the moment you felt the scorching heat and velvet-soft skin, both of you let out a quiet sound.

Your hand looked so small and delicate against him, pretty fingers barely able to close fully around his impressive girth. Taehyung’s cock twitched visibly in your grip, another bead of precum welling at the flushed tip and sliding down slowly.

“Fuck…” he breathed, eyes fixed on the sight. “Look at that. Your pretty little hand looks so tiny on me.”

The awe in his voice made you bolder. You used it against him, voice soft and sweet as you started stroking him slowly from base to tip: “You like that? Like seeing how small I am compared to you?”

“Yes– shit, yes. Love it.” Taehyung groaned, hips jerking forward into your fist.

You spread the leaking precum down his shaft with your thumb, making the slide smoother as you learned every inch of him, the thick vein running along the underside, the way he pulsed hot and heavy in your palm, how he seemed to grow even harder under your touch. Your strokes stayed slow and exploratory at first, twisting gently at the head on every upstroke.

His moans became constant now, low and broken, like he could barely hold himself together. Every sound went straight to your core, making you wetter as you watched his abs tense and his chest rise faster with each pump of your hand.

You kept your eyes locked on his the whole time, refusing to look away even when you leaned forward. Your tongue darted out first, giving the leaking tip a slow lick that tasted salty-sweet. Taehyung’s breath hitched sharply, one hand coming down to gently thread through your hair without pushing.

Then you opened your mouth wider, stretching your jaw to take him in. Your lips wrapped around the flushed head, the sheer size of him forcing your mouth open as you sank down slowly, tongue swirling around the sensitive underside.

Taehyung let out a deep, guttural moan, fingers tightening just slightly in your hair. “That’s it… fuck, your mouth feels so good already. My pretty girl…”

You sank down further, taking more of his thick cock into your mouth until the head nudged the back of your throat. Your lips stretched wide around him, saliva already beginning to coat his shaft as you bobbed your head slowly at first, then with more confidence. The sounds were messy, wet, obscene slurps mixed with your soft hums and his constant, broken moans. Drool slipped from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto his balls as you worked him deeper, tongue pressing firmly along the thick vein underneath.

“Fuck… your mouth is so warm, so wet, shit, baby…” Taehyung’s hand stayed gentle in your hair, not forcing, just holding as his hips twitched forward involuntarily. 

You hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder, taking him as deep as you could until your nose nearly brushed his pelvis. Your free hand stroked what you couldn’t fit, twisting slickly with all the spit. Then your other hand slipped between his legs to cup his heavy balls, rolling them gently in your palm.

Taehyung’s entire body jerked. A deep, guttural groan tore from his chest and his cock throbbed hard against your tongue. For a second he looked like he was about to lose it right there, hips stuttering as he fought for control.

You pulled off just enough to giggle around the head of his cock, eyes sparkling up at him with pure mischief.

“Little brat.” he cursed breathlessly, voice strained and fond at the same time. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”

Still smiling, you gave his balls one last gentle squeeze before releasing them. Taehyung let out a shaky exhale, then gently tugged you off his cock with a wet pop. His chest was heaving, eyes dark with lust as he looked down at your swollen, shiny lips and the mess of spit on your chin.

“On the bed.” he instructed, voice rough but gentle. “Hands and knees. I need to see that pretty ass.”

You obeyed instantly, heat flooding your body at the command. Turning around, you crawled up the mattress toward the headboard, swaying your hips with every movement. You lowered your shoulders to the sheets, arching your back deeply so your ass was high in the air, knees spread wide, presenting yourself perfectly for him.

Behind you, Taehyung let out a low, strained hum that sounded more like a growl: “You shouldn’t be so good at that.”

“Neither of us are virgins, Tae.” you pointed out softly, cheek pressed to the cool sheet as you glanced back at him. “You met all of my boyfriends–”

The sharp smack of his palm against your ass cut you off, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to sting deliciously and make you gasp. The possessive edge in the gesture sent a fresh rush of arousal straight to your cunt.

“I’m the only boyfriend you’ll have from now on.” he said, voice low and serious, one big hand rubbing soothingly over the spot he’d just smacked. “The only one who gets to see you like this. Got it?”

“Yes… I only ever wanted you, Tae. Only you.” you moaned at the words, your pussy clenching visibly with how much his possessiveness turned you on. 

“Good girl,” he praised, the words warm and rough at the same time.

He climbed onto the bed behind you, the mattress dipping under his weight. You heard the slick sound of him pumping his cock a few times, then felt the blunt, leaking head press against your dripping entrance. He nudged it up and down your folds, coating himself in your wetness, but he didn’t push inside. Just rested there, hot and heavy, teasing.

You whined impatiently, pushing back against him, but he stayed perfectly still. When you looked over your shoulder, you found him already staring at you, eyes dark, jaw tight, drinking in the sight of you presented so openly for him.

“Show me what you can do, then.” he murmured, voice thick with challenge and barely contained need.

It was your turn not to hesitate.

With a slow, deliberate roll of your hips, you pushed back onto him. The thick head of his cock parted your slick folds and began to sink inside your tight cunt, stretching you open inch by inch. You clenched around him on purpose, sucking him deeper with every backward movement, your walls fluttering and gripping as you took more of his impressive length.

“Fuck… that’s it. Taking me so well already.” Taehyung groaned low and long behind you, hands flexing on your hips. 

You kept going, slow and confident, until your ass finally met his pelvis and he was buried to the hilt inside you. The stretch was intense, he felt impossibly big, filling and stuffing your pussy completely. You stayed perfectly still once he was fully seated, cockwarming him while your walls fluttered and adjusted around his throbbing girth. Both of you breathed heavily in the quiet room, savoring the moment.

Taehyung’s hands roamed patiently over your body even as his cock twitched deep inside you. He spread your cheeks wider with both palms, groaning softly at the sight of where you were connected, your pussy stretched tight around his thick shaft. His hands then slid up your sides, tracing every curve, before gliding down the length of your spine in long, soothing strokes.

“So pretty like this.” he whispered, voice rough with restraint. “So fucking tight and warm around me… Take your time, baby. I’ve got you.”

You stayed like that for a long moment, letting your body get used to the deep, full feeling of him. When your breathing finally evened out and the initial burn melted into pure pleasure, Taehyung’s hand slid up your back and gathered your hair into a loose fist. He gave it a firm, gentle pull, arching your back deeper and making you moan loudly as the new angle pushed him even further inside you.

“Gonna show me what this perfect ass can do or nah?” he teased, voice low and husky, the words laced with that cocky confidence he wore so well now.

You answered by starting to move.

You rocked your hips slowly at first, then began to really fuck him, swaying and swiveling in smooth, deliberate circles, rolling your ass back onto his cock with practiced rhythm. You cocked your hips on every downward stroke, taking him deep and grinding so your pussy clenched and fluttered around every inch of him.

Taehyung’s curses and moans spilled out under his breath, growing louder and more broken the faster you moved. “Shit– fuck, baby…”

His free hand stayed on your hip, gripping tight, while the other kept that gentle pull on your hair, guiding you as you rode him in deep, filthy strokes. He touched you everywhere he could reach, palm sliding up your spine, squeezing your ass, reaching underneath to cup and knead your breast.

“You’re so deep, Tae… God, you’re stuffing my pussy so full. I can feel every inch of you.” you moaned loudly with every thrust, voice breathy and wrecked.

The praise hit him hard. You felt his cock twitch violently inside you, his hips jerking up to meet your movements as another low groan tore from his throat.

“Yeah?” he rasped, voice strained with pleasure. “You like how I fill you up? Like being stretched around my cock?”

“Love it… You’re so big, and you feel so perfect.”  you nodded frantically, pushing back harder onto him, the wet sounds of skin meeting skin filling the room. “Been waiting so long for this– for you to fuck me like this.”

Taehyung’s grip on your hair tightened just enough to make you gasp, his other hand sliding down to rub firm circles over your clit as you continued to ride him with steady, sinful rolls of your hips. His moans were constant now, raw and needy, every praise you gave him making him lose himself a little more.

Suddenly he pulled out with a wet sound, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. Before you could whine at the loss, his strong hands grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your back in one smooth motion.

You squealed in surprise, the sound turning into a breathless laugh as you bounced lightly on the mattress. Taehyung was already moving, towering over you as he pushed your thighs wide apart. His eyes were dark and hungry, chest heaving.

He didn’t give you time to catch your breath.

With one powerful thrust he shoved his thick cock back into your soaked pussy, burying himself to the hilt in a single stroke. The stretch was sudden and overwhelming, punching a loud moan out of you as your back arched off the bed.

Taehyung caged you in immediately, forearms braced on either side of your head, his broad body covering yours completely. He started fucking you harder, faster, deeper strokes that made the bed creak beneath you. Skin slapped loudly against skin with every thrust, wet and filthy.

“Fuck– yes.” he groaned, voice rough and low. “This is what I needed. Want to see your face while I fuck you.”

He leaned down and latched onto your chest, sucking and biting at the soft skin of your breasts, leaving little marks that made you cry out. Your nails raked down his back, leaving long scratches that only seemed to spur him on. He hissed in pleasure, hips snapping harder into you.

Every thrust was deep and good, the head of his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside your cunt over and over. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as you pulled him even deeper.

“Tae– oh my god, you’re so deep.” you moaned, voice breaking. “Feels so good… don’t stop.”

“Not stopping.” he growled against your skin, biting down on the side of your breast before soothing it with his tongue. “Gonna fuck this pretty pussy until you can’t walk tomorrow. You’re mine now, baby. Only mine.”

Dirty, open-mouthed kisses followed, messy and desperate, tongues sliding together as he kept pounding into you. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with your shared moans and gasps, filling the warm bedroom. His hips rolled with every thrust, grinding against your clit on the downstroke and making sparks explode behind your eyes.

You were both getting lost in each other, years of quiet longing finally pouring out in every desperate movement. Your hands roamed his back, nails digging in harder whenever he hit that perfect angle. His mouth moved from your breasts to your neck, sucking marks into your skin, then back to your lips for another sloppy, heated kiss.

“Feel how deep I am?” he panted against your mouth, one hand sliding down to grip your thigh and push it higher, opening you up even more for him. “This cunt was made for me. So tight, so wet– fuck, you’re squeezing me so good.”

You whimpered, clenching around his thick cock as another wave of pleasure built fast and hot in your belly. “Tae… I’m close–”

He groaned loudly, pace turning punishing as he fucked you harder, deeper, chasing both your pleasure and his own. 

“That’s it, my girl. Come on my cock. Want to feel you fall apart around me.”

The coil in your stomach tightened unbearably, every brutal thrust pushing you closer to the edge. Taehyung’s forehead pressed to yours, eyes locked as you both spiraled together, moans and gasps mingling in the small space between you.

Taehyung’s thrusts stayed deep and punishing, hips snapping against yours with every stroke. His hand slid between your bodies, two fingers finding your swollen clit and rolling it fast, tight circles in perfect sync with the rhythm of his cock driving into your cunt.

The added stimulation was too much. Pleasure coiled unbearably tight in your belly, then snapped.

You came hard with a broken cry, back arching sharply off the bed as your pussy clenched violently around him. Your orgasm hit in messy, gushing waves, warm slick flooding around his thick cock, soaking his shaft, his balls, and the sheets beneath you. Your walls fluttered and pulsed, milking him relentlessly as you trembled and gasped beneath him.

“Fuck– fuck, baby–” Taehyung cursed loudly, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of you gushing around him. The wet, obscene sounds grew louder as he kept thrusting through your climax, chasing his own release.

He only lasted a few more strokes.

With a deep, guttural groan he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside your pulsing cunt. He filled you up completely, hot and heavy, his cock twitching with every pulse as he emptied himself. His hips jerked erratically, grinding against you as he rode out the intense waves.

Both of you were left twitching and trembling in the aftermath. Taehyung’s arms gave out and he toppled forward, collapsing on top of you with his full weight, face buried in the crook of your neck. His chest heaved against yours, both of you slick with sweat and breathing hard.

After a long moment of heavy, shared breathing, he mumbled against your skin, voice hoarse and a little sheepish:

“I meant to pull out.”

You let out a soft, breathless laugh, arms wrapping tighter around his back. 

“I’m safe.” you assured him gently, one hand stroking through his damp hair. “And I trust you.”

The tension melted from his shoulders instantly. He exhaled shakily, pressing a lazy kiss to your neck. “God, I love you.”

The words landed warm and certain against your skin. If this had been anyone else, you might have brushed it off as post-sex haze. But this was Taehyung, your Tae, and you knew he meant every syllable.

“I kinda knew that when you peeled that first mandarin.” you smiled, hugging him harder to your chest. He let out a tired, rumbling laugh, the sound vibrating through both of you. You continued softly: “I’ll say it back when you do it again.”

Taehyung pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes sparkling with affection and amusement even through the exhaustion. His messy hair fell over his forehead as he grinned down at you.

“No need for words or mandarins.” he murmured, voice still rough from moaning. “You don’t fuck someone like that when you don’t love them back.”

You laughed softly, reaching up to cup his face. He leaned into your palm, eyes fluttering closed for a second before he dipped down to kiss you, slow, lazy, and full of everything you’d both waited years to say out loud.

It didn’t help that he had a spring in his step as he got up from his rolling chair and walked to the door of his production studio, quickly typing out the code that unlocked it. And there you were, standing in the slightly dark hallway, heavy backpack thrown precariously over a shoulder –even if he always told you to put on both straps, lest your back get crooked–, a pout on your lips and the perfect copy of the aforementioned pleading eye emoji. 

You were already stepping out of your shoes, knowing Yoongi didn’t like them inside his space, and throwing your arms around his middle as you hid your face on his chest. Now that wasn’t a common occurrence at all. Yoongi didn’t like people in his personal space, a fact you very much knew and respected. Then again, you weren’t just people. 

“What happened?” he asked, arms wrapping around your smaller frame almost instantly, resisting the urge to sniff the top of your head.

“Kibhamun.” was your muffled reply, making him chuckle. 

“What was that?”

“Kim Namjoon.” you corrected, pulling away from him to step into the studio properly, placing your bag on the floor as you dropped to his couch. 

Ah, yes, Kim Namjoon. 

Yoongi’s best friend, the chairman of a family run publishing company. 

Call it nepotism, but Yoongi had introduced the two of you and put in a good word for you, so that his dongsaeng would read your manuscript; the one you had been working on on that fateful day at the coffee shop. To this day, Yoongi still insisted you got a publishing contract –and now had three books out in bookstores of South Korea– all on your own. 

Namjoon took every opportunity to tease Yoongi about his obvious crush on you, which was a small price to pay for not only the friendship that blossomed between you and Joon, but for the fact you were able to kickstart your career as a writer. 

“I'm trashing my book.” you said with the jutting out of your bottom lip, folding your arms on your chest and your legs under you. 

“What–why? You were so excited to hand in the new chapters last week.” Yoongi sat down on the couch beside you, with one seat cushion still between you. His brows were knitted together as he wondered just how wrong your meeting with your editor had gone down this afternoon. 

“Yes, but your best friend changed that.” you grumbled with a tiny shrug of your shoulders, leaning sideways against the couch to lay your head on the backrest. 

With a sigh and the tilting of his head to mimic yours, Yoongi asked: “What did he do now?”

“He said my new chapters are shit.”

“He did not say that.” Yoongi reasoned. 

He was the blunt one of the two, there’s no way Namjoon would ever say something of that nature to you. If your chapters were bad, he’d give you pointers and ways of making them better. But you were resolute. 

“Not with so many words, but the sentiment was there!” you complained with a pretty pout that made Yoongi’s gaze flit to your plump lips. 

“What happened, doll?” he asked, a little softer, knowing how to work you into telling him what really happened. 

You sighed dramatically, back straightening as you looked down to your hands on your lap. Yoongi followed the movement, watching how you fiddled with the ring on your middle finger of your left hand; it had belonged to your grandma once, he knew, and you always wore it when you needed that little extra pick-me-up. 

“Apparently I can't write smut.” you told him so quietly he barely heard you. 

Your new book, the one you’ve been working on for the past three months, had adult scenes in it. Not necessary essential to the plot but not gratuitous fucking either. Just something to spice it up, to open up to a different market. You were never scared of trying something new and Yoongi admired that. 

Yoongi himself was the kind of person that never even changed his coffee order, sticking to it forever when he found the one he liked. You were brave and adventurous, while Yoongi liked his routine and comfort zone.   

“What makes you say that?” he asked you once you didn’t elaborate. 

“Joon said I got many things wrong. I believe his exact words were 'it doesn't happen like that, that's not how it tastes, or how it feels’–” you said with a roll of your eyes, which made Yoongi bite back a chuckle. But then your fire was aimed at him: “You've read the chapters! Why didn't you tell me it was shit?!”

“It wasn't shit–”

How could he tell you the reason he didn't notice some things were off was because when reading your smut, all he could do was picture you? And him. In the various situations you wrote in rich descriptions. Like a fucking creep, he got off to his friend's writing.

“Yeah, well, I'm a fraud.” 

“You're not a fraud, doll.” the pet name he had for you came out a lot more natural now than the first few times he blurted them out on slips of the tongue, but it still made his neck flush. 

“No, no, Joon is right. I know he wasn't trying to hurt me, and I don't want to publish something bad either.” you insisted, quieting the fidgeting of your hands after turning the ring on your finger a few times. “Just... he said I should write from experience.”

“Oh. Yeah, that usually helps when writing lyrics, too.”

Yoongi felt cold sweat clinging to his back as he wouldn’t want to read about your sex adventures, if you started writing about them in your new book. Some of the things you wrote about were pretty wild, Yoongi could only imagine what you were up to in your private life. You never really told him about it, but he guessed it was something you shared with your girlfriends. Or Jimin. Not with him.

“That’s the problem.” again, you spoke too quietly. “I don't have them.”

“Don’t have what?” he asked with the nervous nibbling on the inside of his bottom lip. 

“The experiences to write about.” you supplied with a small grit of your teeth, as if you were pretending you weren’t the one saying those words. 

“Sure you do. I'm sure you can change a few things to make it fit the plot–”

“No, Yoon.” you interrupted, crestfallen, rubbing your hands on your thighs in what should be a self soothing manner. “I haven't... Done anything.”

The weight of those news was shocking to him, but Yoongi tried not to let it show in his face. He watched you for a while, too, trying to decide if you were joking or trying to pull one on him, but your pink cheeks of embarrassment were too real and you weren’t that good of an actress. 

It just didn’t really make sense to him. You were a few years younger than him, but not by much, and you were so pretty and clearly attractive. Whenever he agreed to go to a night out with your group –most likely being dragged out by a lying Hoseok that told him it would be chill– guys hit on you all the time, much to his own chagrin.

“Ever?” Yoongi hushed with a frown. This whole conversation had his forehead hurting from how confused he was. 

“Ever.” you shook your head, a stray piece of hair moving out of place and Yoongi’s fingers flexed in want to fix it. “I'm not ashamed of it, okay? I'm also not saving myself for marriage or anything. I just never had a boyfriend and I didn't want to just hook up with a stranger for a night.”

“Yeah, no, that's... dangerous.” he agreed with a single nod of his own. 

“Mhm! I mean, I thought that would happen with Jungkook the night we met. He was nice enough and just my type.” you said, not meaning much by it, but damn if it didn’t feel like a punch in the gut. Ouch. “But he turned out to be gay and only chatted with me to get to Jimin.”

“Yeah, I remember that.” Yoongi was there the night Jungkook showed up in their lives and would later become part of their small group and subsequently Jimin’s boyfriend. 

“I don't know what to do, Yoon. I had so many hopes and plans for this book!” you cried, a hand running through your hair in frustration.

“I know, maybe... maybe you should read more smut? To be able to write it better?” he tried, but it only made you huff. 

“If you look at my search history you'll think I’m a sex addict that should get an intervention.” you shook your head. “I’ve read it all.” 

“Didn't Joon give you some advice? Isn't that his job as your editor?”

Yoongi might need to have a chat with his bestie, as his job was to help you out, not leave you feeling lost and defeated. Yoongi knew first hand how happy you were with your latest project, all of the twists and turns you had planned for it. And here you were, sulking on his couch, questioning whether or not you should throw it out. 

“He did, and I'm starting to think he's right.” you said, and it gave Yoongi a glimmer of hope, giving up on scolding Namjoon. At least for now. 

“There we go, what did he say?”

“He said that if I don't have any experiences to write about, then I should create some.” you avoided Yoongi's eyes as you said it, which didn’t help his choking on air. 

“He said what–”

“It makes sense.” you insisted, gathering your courage to finally look at him. 

“It does not– you can't possibly think that going out to find someone random to be your first is a good idea!” Yoongi couldn’t help how worked up he was getting over this. The mere hypothesis of you getting out there to find someone to lose your virginity to just for the sake of experiences was making his blood boil. “It's dangerous, and borderline traumatizing, and you can't expect to write well after that–”

“No, that's not what he said at all!” you waved a hand in the air, reaching for his arm with the other. Your touch was firm, but gentle at the same time. As you wanted to make sure he understood. “Joon didn’t mean I should find someone random.”

There Yoongi went, with the choking again. Because your eyes… Those eyes that were the front door to your soul. They told him so much. And Yoongi was slightly scared to read what they were trying to tell him at that moment. 

“He said I should consider talking to a friend.” you continued after Yoongi didn’t say anything, but your hand stayed in his arm. “Someone I trust, someone I know won't use me, and that won't let things get awkward after.”

Okay, Yoongi would have to have that chat with Namjoon afterall. He could just about imagine his best friend sitting in his suburban house right now, with a drink in his hand, chuckling to himself, thinking he was a mastermind. 

Of course he planned all of this. Namjoon knew of Yoongi’s feelings for you, and he knew that he’d be the one you’d come to with this. He just hadn’t decided if Namjoon was trying to play cupid or pull a prank on him. 

“You're considering it?” Yoongi asked, not wanting to believe what was happening right now. 

“I've decided. I'm either doing that or throwing the whole book away and starting something else.” you sounded so sure of yourself that Yoongi really started to worry. “Which would just be stressful, because I'm already way into the deadlines. So what's it gonna be?”

“Wha-why are you asking me?” Yoongi’s heart was going a mile a minute inside his chest, and it most definitely wasn’t the caffeine he’d been drinking all day. 

“Are you going to make me say it?” you pleaded, squeezing his bicep just once.

“Yes, because I don’t know what you want from me.” he wheezed. 

“I trust you.”

“No, you're not serious. You want me to–” 

“Teach me, yeah.” you assured him, tugging on the sleeve of the cardigan he was wearing. “Or at least have those experiences with me so that I know how things work.” 

Yoongi was about to start hyperventilating. Maybe he had drunk so much coffee all his adult life that it didn’t work on him anymore and he fell asleep on his desk and this was all a dream. Because there’s no way in hell that the girl he had a crush on for the past four years –yet wasn’t brave enough to do something about it– was asking him to–

“Are you even attracted to me?!” his voice came out more high pitched than he wanted, making him cough behind his fist.  

With a deadpan, you stated: “I have eyes, Yoongi.” 

“And also a nose and a mouth, what does that have to do with anything?”

“I think you're hot!” you specified with a giggle and Yoongi went back to the dream axiom. “Especially ever since you decided to let your hair grow long. And I like your face.”

“Thanks.” it should have come out as sarcasm, but his face was too red and the word sounded too breathy. 

“And you’re... strong and tall.” you continued, eyes obviously settling on the width of his chest. 

“Hoseok is taller, why didn't you ask him?” Yoongi didn’t mean to ask that, not one bit, not for a second. It was just one of those things that came out of his mouth when he was nervous. 

“I can. I'll go to him after I leave here, if you really say no.” you were clearly taken aback, hand finally dropping from his arm as you pulled back just a little further away from him. You blinked a few times before offering him an awkward smile. “Which you're already doing. Yeah, sorry, no, I just assumed that you'd be up for it because, after Jimin, you're my closest friend. But I guess being close to someone doesn't mean you're attracted to them? God, this is awkward, I don't know why I just assumed that.”

You were getting up and Yoongi was panicking. Because he didn’t want you to think that he wasn’t attracted to you, and he didn’t want to offend you. But, above all, he didn’t want you to bring this to Hoseok. 

Because Hoseok might say yes. 

Honestly, not many people he knows would ever say no to you. 

“Wait, that's not what I meant.” Yoongi insisted as you were already standing and on the way of going after your backpack. 

“No, Yoon, it's fine!” you waved him off, as if trying to take the burden you had dropped on him off. “Might be better to do it with someone I'm not that close to, anyway. I'll try Hobi.”

“Doll, stop, hang on.” Yoongi reached for your wrist as you walked in front of him and you stopped your stride. “Let me consider this.”

“You don't have to.” you repeated, but didn't take your wrist from his grasp and didn’t walk away. 

“What is it you want, exactly? And please be honest with me, so we both know what we're getting ourselves into here and so there's no misunderstandings.” if he was even entertaining the idea of saying yes to this crazy plan, then he needed you to be as straightforward as possible. 

“I haven't thought this far? But I guess we could do stuff.”

“I said to be specific.” Yoongi pressed. 

You huffed and, dare he say, squirmed, as you sat down on the couch again, this time closer to him. “I mean, would you fuck me? You know, so I know how it works? And, uhm. Stuff?”

“Stuff?”

“Yeah, we should probably start with, like... Kissing. Handjobs? I'd like to suck you off if you're okay with that?” 

Nevermind his dreaming theory, Yoongi might have died and this was his personal version of heaven. Or maybe hell, depending how long it would take for you to start laughing in his face, saying that Namjoon was right and he would fall for it. But that wasn’t like you at all, too sweet and nice for your own good, and –despite his little hours of sleep and caffeine intake– Yoongi was pretty healthy to have died all of a sudden. 

“You can't be serious.” Yoongi was still incredulous. 

“I am! And I can ask Hobi, you don't have to feel pressured.” you told him as the wrist he was still holding on to finally slipped from his grasp, but just so you could hold his hand instead. “Even though this is all Namjoon’s fault and you're the one who introduced me to him and so this is also your fault, and I think you should fix it.”

There it was, the arguments, the innocent guilt trip, your special little way of getting Yoongi to do what you wanted, while not actually forcing him to do anything he didn’t want. And this? You? This was something he wanted. For a really long time. This might not be the way he ever thought he would get to be with you, but if anything, Yoongi was an opportunist. 

And he wasn’t about to let you walk into the studio next door to ask Hoseok to do this favor for you. He’d never forgive himself if he let you walk away now, if he handed you over to one of his closest friends. You might fall in love with each other, get married, and make Yoongi give a speech during the ceremony. You might even name your first born after Yoongi. 

“So.” you squeezed his hand, looking at the difference in size of your palms. “What do you say?”

“You're crazy. But if you're gonna do this anyway.” his shrug was supposed to be nonchalant. 

“Yes! Yoon, thank you! Okay, so what do we do? I promise I'll pay attention!” your excitement made him chuckle, despite the weight of reality slowly sinking in, and untamed butterflies going haywire in his stomach. 

“Calm down, we're not starting right now.”

He needed time to let this new reality settle and tame his anxiety and the voices in his head that were screaming at him. Besides making a list of everything that could go wrong by having agreed with this. 

“Right, I should probably shave down there.” you said with a side pout, as if you were thinking hard about what you had to do to prepare. 

“You– that's not a problem.” Yoongi wanted to make sure you understood you were perfect, just as natural as you wanted to be, but he couldn’t just say that. “Just do what you feel comfortable with, this is not about me. You shouldn't have to worry about things like that, unless you want to.”

“Okay. I should still get on the pill, right?” you asked him, too innocently for the type of conversation you were having. 

“I mean... maybe? You should talk to your doctor about it?” he had no idea really, as that question made Yoongi wonder just how much you needed help with. “There are side effects and long term commitments with that kind of stuff, that you shouldn't put yourself through just for a few experiences? And I'll get tested too, just so you're sure I'm clean.”

“I trust you, Yoon, I don't want you to go through that trouble.”

“It's no trouble, really, I've been meaning to do it anyways, just to be safe.” not that his own sex life was a particularly crazy one at that, and he always wore a condom. 

“This is exciting. Nerve-wracking but exciting.” you giggled, looking at him as your fingers gently traced his knuckles. 

This was the longest you had ever touched each other, even if it was just a simple hand holding. And his insides were already churning and he felt like he could pass out at any given moment, blood wasn’t reaching all the way to his brain apparently. He couldn’t even comprehend what it would be like to be intimate with you. 

“I'm glad you think so.” he said with a low chuckle. 

“Now we just... set up a time and place?” 

“Mhmm.” he nodded, as there wasn’t much else he could do with how mentally frozen he was. 

“Okay, but I really want to start fixing these chapters, so can you give me something today?” you asked sheepishly, fingers tightening around his. 

“What?” 

“Can you show me how to kiss?” was your request, and Yoongi’s eyes fell to your mouth on command.

“You've kissed before.” it wasn’t a question, but an affirmation. In fact, Yoongi had seen you kiss someone before. 

It was years ago, during a stupid game of truth or dare –which was Jimin’s idea– during one of Taehyung’s house parties. Namjoon had thought it would be a good idea to make the two of you play, no doubt another ploy to get something to happen between the two of you. But luck was never on Yoongi’s side and you were dared to kiss another guy; some dude named Seo-joon that Tae knew from acting class. 

“Yeah, but it was never satisfactory and I lack skills.” you told him, bringing him back to the present. “Besides, it might be good to break the ice. Make sure things don’t get awkward between us after I leave.”

“Why would things get awkward–”

“Are you saying you’re not going to overthink everything that just happened as soon as I walk out of this studio?” you challenged with a little grin and Yoongi rolled his eyes. “That’s what I thought.” 

“Alright, I’ll kiss you.” he agreed, and there’s no way he ever thought he’d be saying those words to you. 

“Gee, Yoon, thanks.” you were giggling as you got up from the couch to stand in the middle of the studio. “Try to pretend to be into it, at least.” 

If you only knew. 

Yoongi got up on wobbly legs, but pretended to stretch his back to get his body work properly. Walking the two steps it took to reach you was the most nerve wrecking course he ever had to take. But at least you looked as nervous as he felt, even if you were doing your best to mask it. 

You stood in front of each other, awkwardly staring at one another, hands on your sides. And Yoongi knew he had to move. He had to take the lead, he was the one meant to be showing you how things worked, of course you wouldn’t take the first step. And unless he wanted you to change your mind and actually go to Hoseok instead, he had to act fast. 

“Do you need a step by step guide?” he asked in a low voice, as if sharing a secret. 

“I know how it works, I’m not that inexperienced.” you giggled, hitting his chest playfully. 

Yoongi took your wrist as your hand landed on his chest in your pillowy light attempt of provoking him, bringing your hand up to rest it on the back of his neck. He didn’t miss the way your breath hitched, or your giggles replaced a soft gasp as his other arm circled your waist to bring your body flush against his, or even how your fingers softly threaded through the long hairs at his nape. 

A lot was on the line when it came to this kiss, Yoongi realized wearily. It would be your first kiss together, something he only ever daydreamed about before. And it would set the tone for your future interactions. You could just as well change your mind after it, and it would not only be a blow to his self-esteem, but also his pride. 

“It’s just me.” you said in a meek voice that did nothing to calm his nerves. 

“I know.” 

That’s the problem, he wanted to say. 

Yoongi’s free hand touched the side of your face to tilt it up towards him, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone. With a teeny sigh, your eyes fluttered closed and Yoongi took that chance to study your face, as he had never seen you so up close like this before. Even if you changed your mind later, he still committed your every trace, every little detail about you that he possibly could. 

From your dark, long lashes that kissed the apples of your cheeks, to the outline of your cupid’s bow and your plump bottom lip. As you were about to open your eyes again, Yoongi pressed his lips to yours and you pulled back. Not enough for your mouths to part, but with a little surprised reaction. Thankfully, and before Yoongi’s anxieties could settle in, you moved closer to him again, pulling him towards you by the back of his neck. 

Yoongi’s lips started moving against yours, hesitantly, but his second guessing went out the non-existing windows of his studio as you followed his lead and moved yours along with his. 

Your mouths moved together slowly, his tongue sliding between his lips to lick between yours and you crooned; a small sound that Yoongi didn’t want to focus on, unless he wanted all of his blood to run south. 

“Relax your jaw for me.” Yoongi mumbled, not wanting to go too far. 

Your hand tensed on his neck as your breath grew a little heavier and you did just as he requested, lips parting wider so his tongue could finally slip into your mouth. Yoongi cradled your face by your jaw, feeling it move as your tongues brushed together. 

He could taste your peach flavored lip balm and right then he decided it was his favorite flavor in the world. Your other hand was resting on his chest and Yoongi wondered if you could feel just how fast his heart was beating as you tipped your head sideways so he could deepen the kiss. 

It made his own hand slip to the back of your neck, hold turning firm as he kept you in place to lick around your mouth, exploring it as if he wanted to map it out. 

You pulled away first, having a hard time breathing, which did wonders for Yoongi’s swelling pride, but he wasn't ready to let you go just yet, acting on instinct and taking your bottom lip between his teeth. 

It was worth it as your surprised gasp turned into a moan, making the man smirk. It eventually made him let go of your lip and he watched as your eyes opened; as blown out as his probably were. 

“That was… Good, right?” you asked in a breathy tone that Yoongi wanted to hear more of. 

“Really good, yeah.” he nodded, so close to your face, hands still holding you close. “If the rest of it is anything like this, you don’t have anything to worry about.” 

SEPTEMBER 23RD | 17:41

Yoongi’s apartment wasn’t the biggest one, but his producer salary allowed him to have enough room to fit all of his friends comfortably whenever they decided to use his place as a hang out spot. Is not that he hated to have friends over, if anything Yoongi really enjoyed hosting and cooking for everybody. But the bunch could get rowdy, and Yoongi was left cleaning up the aftermath alone most of the time. 

The group-chat had decided that their Saturday plans should include movie night at Yoongi’s place, just because of his soundproof walls and surround sound system that matched his big flat screen TV. Yoongi enjoyed few things in life, not really one to flaunt his status as one of the most sought out Korean producers of present times, but he was proud of his entertainment set up. 

A light rain was falling outside, the pitter patter of the drops of the early autumn falls being drawn out by the music video playing on the television as he and his so-called-best-friend organized the living room before the rest of the group arrived. 

“I don't know why you're mad at me.” Namjoon was saying as he pulled out the seat cushions of Yoongi’s dark gray couch to make it just a little longer and more comfortable to be laid on for the duration of the movie. 

“Really.” Yoongi deadpanned from the kitchen as he rummaged through his food cupboard in search of the kind of microwavable popcorn you liked.  “You have nooo idea?”

“I mean, yeah, sure, I might have acted with mischief, but I meant what I said–”

“In what world did you think that telling her to find someone to have sex with was a good idea?” Yoongi finally snapped, letting the popcorn packets drop to the kitchen island with a smack. “What if she went after some rando at a club?” 

“I see your point, hyung, but she didn't!” Namjoon tried to apologize by doing a better job of fluffing the cushions. “She went after you!”

“Thank fuck for that.”

Namjoon stepped away from the couch to look at his OCD-friendly set up, making sure the decorative cushions were symmetrically parted from each other and the wool blankets Yoongi always had laying around were folded in perfect squares. Yoongi liked his apartment to be a little on the colder side, and he wasn’t ready to let go of summer just yet, but he also got cold easily. 

“Shouldn't you be thankful that you got to kiss the girl of your dreams?” Namjoon turned to his older friend, walking to the kitchen to inspect the snacks that were already littering the dark marble island. “And you'll be doing a lot more than that–”

“I don’t know if I am.” Yoongi confessed with a sigh, which picked Namjoon’s curiosity. 

“Why not?”

“She– It’s been a week and nothing else happened.” Yoongi shrugged, as if trying to downplay it and mask his disappointment. 

“Haven’t you seen each other again since that day at your studio?” Namjoon leaned over the island to read the label on the honey and mustard chips, but his attentive eyes always went back to him. 

“We have. We were never alone, though, because Jimin and Jungkook were there when we had takeout, and then everyone was at Jin's on game night.” Yoongi recalled all of the times he managed to see you during this past week. 

“True, but you did look closer during game night.” Namjoon offered, but Yoongi scoffed. “I'm serious! She was always touching your arm, sitting closer to you... hugging you when you scored a point.”

“She's always like that with everyone, I'm not reading into it.” Yoongi refused to see things where there weren’t, because he knew that he would be the one broken hearted at the end of whatever this was. 

“Yeah, but she wasn't like that with you.” Namjoon pointed out. 

“Because she knows I'm not clingy like the rest of you.” Yoongi rebutted. 

“She picked you to be on her team, and you're a bad player!” 

“Hey!”

“Am I wrong?” Namjoon arched an eyebrow, dropping the bag of chips back onto the counter, which made Yoongi flinch, thinking about the broken snacks. “Didn’t think so. She usually goes for Kook because that kid is good at everything.”

“Of course, just something else I come second in.”

Yoongi didn’t mean to sound so bitter. He didn’t even intend on speaking out loud in the first place. But he did, and Namjoon raised an eyebrow at him. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” his friend prodded, and Yoongi had no choice but to turn his back and pretend to be searching for something as he replied:

“She said Jungkook is her type.”

“Really? So... gay af, pouts like a baby, dresses like a hobo most of the time?” Namjoon chuckled fondly of the maknae of their weird friend group. 

“I think it's more like muscles, piercings and tattoos.” he couldn’t sound more dejected if he tried. 

“Is that why you're wearing your hoops again?” Namjoon’s laughter grew louder, pointing at his own pierced ears as he looked at Yoongi’s. “And why are you going to the gym again?”

“No– how do you know I went to the gym?”

“Hobi told me he ran into you. It's cool though. I’m not here to judge.” 

Namjoon better not judge him, as he was the one to get Yoongi in this mess in the first place. Yeah, he had unrequited feelings for you, and yeah, he imagined plenty of what if scenarios where he grew the balls to ask you out, or make a move on you. But was this the way his friend had to help him out? By planting ideas in your head and making you offer him something like this? 

Yoongi’s heated thought process was interrupted as his phone started to buzz inside his pants pocket and his heart skipped a beat when he read the name on the notifications.

“Oof, that friendzone gotta hurt.” Namjoon said, over Yoongi’s shoulder. His height gave him an advantage that was almost as annoying as his nosy tendencies. 

“I swear to fucking god–” Yoongi rasped, shutting his phone and shoving it in his pocket. 

“Hey, at least you might get a handy today, huh?” the younger man wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, running away before Yoongi could throw a bag of chips on his head. “And clearly your kiss can't have been that bad, if she's coming to you for help again.”

“Not helping, Joonah.” 

Your text did light him up a little bit, and Namjoon wasn’t all that wrong. If you were asking him for help with whatever it was you needed, you didn’t change your mind about this, and you didn’t go to someone else for it; friend or foe. 

You didn’t specify just what you needed help with, but Yoongi took a longer shower just in case, scrubbing his body from top to bottom, brushing his teeth just a little harder, blow drying his hair just a little fluffier. Just in case. 

You might just ask him questions and not actually want to do anything, but on the off chance that you did, Yoongi wanted to be ready for you. 

He wasn’t proud to say that he spent just a little longer inside his decent sized closet deciding on what to wear. Yoongi didn’t want to try too hard, as it would make things too obvious, but he also didn’t think sweats and a white t-shirt were good enough either. But then again, if Jeon Jungkook was your ideal type, maybe he could grab oversized black clothes and call it a night. 

“Everyone is already here, hyung.” Namjoon said from the outside of his door, and that’s when Yoongi started to rush. 

He ended up picking a pair of jeans with holes on the knees, but that was nicely fitted on his hips, and a soft blue sweater with some green at the end of the sleeves. Hoping he didn’t go too hard on his favorite cologne, Yoongi left his bedroom to find the seven of you already taking over his living room and kitchen space. 

Jimin and Taehyung were being disgusting on his couch, giggling as they looked over something on the former’s phone. Jungkook and Seokjin were sitting on the floor, looking up at the TV as they clearly searched for something to watch tonight. Hoseok and Namjoon were in the kitchen, helping you make popcorn. 

Microwave popcorn shouldn’t be so hard that it took three people to make it, but you had a routine. You hated it when you took it out too early, meaning half the corn didn’t have time to pop, but it was even worse to leave it in the machine for too long so that it burned. So it took one of you sniffing for any hint of burnt popcorn, another one to pilot the STOP and ON buttons, and a third one listening in for the popping sounds. 

And, of course, it took giving you a good look over to almost stop Yoongi’s heart altogether. 

Just because you had no business looking so damn pretty all the time. 

Today you were wearing one of Yoongi’s favorite styles on you; a lilac suede overall dress that made you look like a cute gardener with a long sleeved shirt under it. Your hair was falling in soft waves, as if you had taken the time to style them before coming, which made Yoongi wonder if you had the same thought process as he had. 

“Hyung! There you are!” Hoseok announced his presence for everyone to hear, in that chirpy way of his, and Yoongi’s ears burned a little as the attention of the room landed on him. “The popcorn is almost– wait, wait, stop!” 

“Stopping!” you announced, clicking on the button to pause the microwave. “That was a close one, commander.” 

Yoongi couldn’t help the little chuckle he let out while watching you and his two best friend’s dramatics, shoulders shaking a little, gums probably out for the others to see. 

“Have you gotten from here, Joon?” you turned to the taller man, who nodded while taking the last popcorn packet from the microwave. 

You turned towards Yoongi again, who seemed frozen in place until that very moment. You grabbed the three tubs of popcorn that were already ready and took them with you to the couch, nodding your head for Yoongi to follow you. And he was a little socially awkward by nature, but he didn’t think he made a fool out of himself as the others knew he was more on the quiet side most of the time. 

“Alright, who let the maknaes choose the movie?” you were saying as you stepped on the soft black rug that took over half of the living room. 

“Who are you calling a maknae–” Seokjin threw a glare over his shoulder, one you answered with a scrunch of your nose. 

“What’s wrong with our movie taste, noona?” Jungkook asked you, about to pout. 

You handed Jungkook and Seokjin a tub of popcorn, and another one to Taehyung and Jimin, keeping the last one for yourself as you sat down in the middle of the couch, having to scoot a little awkwardly as if your overall-dress made it hard for you to move. 

“The problem is not your taste in movies, but you never agree on anything.” Yoongi supplied, making you nod in agreement. “Jungkook-ah is going to either pick a superhero movie that we’ve all seen before, or a horror movie, and hyung will be too scared to watch anything with serial killers or ghosts and shit.” 

“That’s because I live alone and have an old man's bladder and don’t like having to run from demons on the way back from the bathroom, in the middle of the night, thank you very much!” Seokjin complained in that rushed way of his, making you giggle. 

Namjoon and Hoseok joined the rest of you in the living room, with the last tub of popcorn. The packs of chips and other snacks were already on the center table, alongside glasses of soda. 

Yes, Yoongi was still standing, but that’s because he always had to be the last one to sit down. Everyone always complained that they didn’t know how to work the lighting system of his smart home, and Yoongi had to be the one to dim the lights low enough so the television was the focus point, but not dark enough that they couldn’t see anything else. 

When Yoongi finally made his way to the couch, everyone was already paired up and laying down with their snacks of choice. 

Jimin had exchanged his best friend for his boyfriend and was now sitting between Jungkook’s legs, resting against his chest. Tae was still sitting beside them, never minding the third willing. You were right in the middle of the couch, where it was your preferred spot. Hoseok was right next to you, followed by Namjoon and Seokjin. 

Before Yoongi could walk to the edge of the couch, to join the hyung, you spoke: 

“Hobi, can you scoot over a little?” you asked the man with little taps to his thigh. “Come sit next to me, Yoon.” 

The living room was silent as everyone stared at Yoongi once again, just another proof that the only person oblivious to his feelings toward you was, well, you. But at least Yoongi wasn’t completely awkward when it came to you; there was no stumbling, no hesitating, no fumbling around as space was opened on the sofa so he could sit between you and Hoseok. 

You handed him the popcorn you were about to share as you unfolded one of the wool blankets and threw it over your legs, more concerned about covering your legs and getting comfortable than actually escaping the cold. While the younger boys bickered over the final movie choice and which sound configuration was best for the settled genre, the three other guys started a heated discussion over something political they heard on the news.

When Yoongi looked at you, you were already looking at him. 

“I like your ripped pants.” you said with an easy smile, reaching to slip two fingers inside the wide holes on his knees. “Didn’t know you had things like this.” 

“That’s because hyung’s fashion sense only includes either a blazer and white shirt or dress pants and a hoodie.” Jimin teased from the other side. 

“I’m sorry I’m not into Chelsea boots and skinny jeans.” Yoongi scoffed, which wasn’t really a jab at Jimin’s fashion sense. Even Yoongi could admit the blonde man knew how to dress better than most. 

“You’re forgiven.” Jimin was grinning, which was noticeable even in the dimmed atmosphere of the room. 

Your fingers were still tracing random patterns on his knee as you said: “Don’t listen to Jiminie, I like your style.” 

“Thanks. I like yours too.” he said, which somehow made you giggle. 

“You don’t think I look like a little girl?” you asked in what must have been a moment of self doubt. 

“Nah, just cute.” 

You smiled appreciatively at him, throwing half of the blanket over Yoongi’s legs so you could share. He handed you the tub with popcorn and the movie finally started; the thumping of the bass from the intro not the only thing making his heart accelerate. 

The group ended up deciding on a new movie with a few known actors, like IU –the only woman Jungkook would ever turn straight for–, no demons to scare Seokjin, and no blood to make Taehyung queasy. 

The drama wasn’t Yoongi’s particular cup of tea, but he wouldn’t be paying attention to it anyways. Not when you felt so warm sitting so close to him, smelling so good. And not when his brain was filled with the possibilities of what was coming next, after everyone had left. 

You and Yoongi shared the popcorn, hands brushing every now and then as if you were in a teen movie. You didn’t seem to notice it, however, engrossed in the movie. You had tears in your eyes during some of the more emotionally heavy scenes, but held them in pretty well. 

While you could. 

Thirty minutes into the movie and the popcorn was over, the tub resting somewhere on the floor, and you were aggressively wiping tears from your eyes with your sleeves. 

“Just let her keep her baby.” you said under your breath, moving your arm under Yoongi’s so you could hug it like a safety blanket, cheek pressed hard against his shoulder. “They will be okay, right?” 

“Mhm, yeah. Everything is going to be fine.” 

Yoongi had no way of knowing that, especially when it came to this kind of movie. But he’d be damned if he didn’t try to soothe you. You nodded softly in response, snuggling into his arm a little harder, pressing your body to his completely. You were exactly like this, Yoongi told  himself. You’d be clinging to whoever was sitting next to you, and it just so happened to be him. 

That was okay, he told himself as he quietly sniffed your hair, because, at least right now, it was him you were clinging to. 

SEPTEMBER 23RD | 22:15

It wasn’t surprising the way Yoongi was a lot more relaxed by the end of the movie, but it was a little shameful that he grew more and more at ease as his friends started to take their leave. Yoongi dealt better with smaller groups of people at a time, even if he loved every one of his friends; yes, even Jungkook and all his piercings and tattoos. It wasn’t the maknae’s fault that you were apparently so attracted to him when you first met. 

Hell, even Yoongi caught himself gawking at Jungkook whenever he put a little more effort into looking good; like when he combed his hair off his forehead, or wore the black jeans that may or may not belong to Jimin. 

“You guys can leave it, I’ll do it.” Yoongi insisted as you and Hoseok continued to clean up the living room. 

“It’s alright, hyung, I don’t mind.” Hoseok told him as he knelt on the rug to pick up stray pieces of popcorn and chips that eventually made it to the floor. “We’ll just finish it up and go. I’ll drive you home when we’re done.” 

“Me?” you blinked, as Hoseok clearly meant you, eyes moving to Yoongi as you silently asked for help. “Thank’s, but I’m not going home yet.” 

“Oh.” Hoseok nodded. Then stopped. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second and his neck almost snapped with how fast he turned to Yoongi’s direction, sending him a sly grin. “Ohh.” 

Yoongi was shaking his head at Hoseok, with wide eyes and behind your back, telling his friend to cut it out as you picked up the empty boxes of pizza. Hobi winked in slow motion and sent Yoongi a thumbs up, which made him sigh. 

The job of tying it up the living room and kitchen was a lot easier now that he had more help, and fifteen minutes later, the dishes were washed, the couch was clear of any mess, and Yoongi was walking Hoseok out of his apartment. 

“So.” Hoseok spoke quietly, which Yoongi appreciated, but it still made him cringe a little on the inside as his friend teased: “You two, huh?” 

“It’s not what you’re thinking.” Yoongi stated, holding the front door open while the younger man put his shoes on. 

“You don’t know what I’m thinking.” Hoseok squinted his eyes, but his knowing smile was enough to make Yoongi’s ears burn. 

“I can assure you.” Yoongi chuckled, as there was no way his friend would ever be able to guess why you were staying longer tonight. “Night, Hobah.” 

Hoseok waited as the elevator dinged and walked in after the automatic doors opened for him, singing: “Goodnight, hyung. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” 

And, just like that, he was gone and Yoongi could breathe a little easier. And, just like that, you were alone together after what felt like ages. 

Yoongi found you sitting on the couch, looking a little tired, eyes still a little red from when you cried at the end of the movie. He mustn’t look so hot either, social battery on its lowest setting. At least he never felt like he needed to try hard with you, surprisingly. There was never a need to be entertaining, to talk more than he wanted to, to constantly search for something to do. 

He could just sit next to you and do nothing, and it didn’t feel awkward, you were never bothered by his quieter moments. You also had a way of bringing out his other sides, too; the joker, the one with the weird noises and funky dances, and also the deep one that could talk about music for hours and had random facts to spill. 

“Movie nights are fun, but you always look a little dead after.” you giggled, and it wasn’t even an insult. Yoongi felt a little dead as he sat down next to you, relaxing into his couch cushion. 

“I know I’m not that much older than them, but sometimes I feel like I can't keep up.” he chuckled with closed eyes, basking on the quietude that was only ever broken by your giggles.

“Okay, grandpa. Do you want me to leave?” you offered, which made Yoongi open his eyes and look at you. 

By now, the mood lights in the living room had been put into a brighter setting than during the movie, but not uncomfortably so. Yoongi could still see the blush on your cheeks, the hesitation in your eyes and the way your fingers fiddled with each other. 

Yoongi didn’t want you to leave, however. No matter how tired or drained he felt, this was the first time he had a chance to be alone with you all week. And when the last memory he had of a moment like this came along with the feeling of your lips on him, he really wanted you to stay. 

“Not really.” he replied, and maybe it was wishful thinking, but he thought he saw you breathe a little easier. “You, uh, needed help, right?”

“Yeah, but I can just come back another time, I don't mind.” you assured him, always one to worry about his boundaries and need for the occasional alone time. It warmed his heart, in more ways than one. 

“I promise I'm fine, doll. You said something about your book?” Yoongi wasn’t trying to push, in case you changed your mind, but your eager nod as he mentioned it made him sit up a little straighter on the sofa. 

“Okay, so, I was reading chapter eleven again and I really agreed with Joon's notes on it.” you said as you turned a little more to the side, so you were facing him. 

“Which were?”

“It wasn't realistic, the, uh, sexy scene.” you explained with a nibble on your bottom lip, the blush was dusted on your cheeks again. “Just because there are things that I don't exactly know how they happen.”

“Okay. You wanna ask me about it?”

“Sure. But I was hoping that showing me might work better?” there it was, the hesitation again. Your words were already causing something to stir in Yoongi’s lower belly, but he kept his cool. “Maybe. If you're okay with that.”

“You need to tell me what it is first, doll, or I can't tell you that.” he chuckled, hoping it would help you relax a little more around him. 

Not that Yoongi wasn’t having a little moment of nervous anxiety himself, this was you, he didn’t think he’d ever be completely cool about any of this. But he wanted to help you, and he wanted to be good for you. Even if the only chance he ever got to do that was purely platonic. 

“Right, right, just... I feel kinda bad now that we're here.” you said with a frown, reaching out on instinct to thread your pinky through his. 

“Did you change your mind? Because that’s okay, too, we can just forget about it.” Yoongi had to swallow a lump in his throat, but he meant every word. 

“No, not at all... I just feel like I'm using you in a way.” you said, eyes downcast as you looked at your linked fingers. You let out a small laugh, but it was a bitter one. “This is ridiculous, right? I'm sitting here, about to ask you to show me how you get hard. And what do you get in return?”

Yoongi’s breath intake was a little harsh as he held back a groan, fingers flexing of their own accord. In what should be a joke to lighten the mood, but that immediately made him fluster, he said: “An orgasm, maybe?”

“Be serious.” you rolled your pretty eyes, but an even prettier smile broke on your face. 

“I am! Unless you want to see how it goes down naturally as well?” Yoongi really hoped you said no. 

“No, that's not part of it. There's something else I want, but–”

“Oh?”

“–we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” 

The possibilities were making Yoongi’s mind go a little hazy, butterflies that felt more like bats in the cave of his stomach, and his dick was already twitching in his pants. So much so that he feared  he might get hard before you even had the chance to actually see it happen. 

“Kay. How do you wanna do this?”

“Uh, I really didn't think this far.” you admitted sheepishly. 

“Do you wanna help?” Yoongi asked, wondering if you wanted him to pull it out and touch himself into full hardness, or if you wanted in on it. “I can guide you.”

“That might be better, yes.” you nodded, too cute for what was about to happen, and scooted even closer to him so your knees were pressed against his thigh.

Was he really about to do this? Was Yoongi actually going to drop his pants, show you his cock, and let you study him like a guinea pig? God, don’t let this get awkward, he was reasoning to whoever was out there listening. He didn’t want to scare you with it either, as it wouldn’t be good for your kinky-field-search, and even worse for his own pride, so he asked: 

“You don't want to start the chapter with the guy just pulling it out, right?” bringing it back to your book might be easier to set the scene for the two of you, too. “You wanna tease the reader as much as you wanna tease your character.” 

“Yes, yes, of course.”

“You might wanna start with some light making out?” he offered, words taking a turn and missing his brain filter altogether. 

Your eyes widened just a little, instantly dropping to his lips. “Should we?”

“We don't have to. I'm just telling you what might work well on a scene.” he lied. 

“What if I want to?”

Yoongi thought he might be dreaming again as you moved first, leaning closer to him to press your lips together just once, just a peck. Nervous eyes stared up at him as you pulled back but didn’t go all too far. 

“Is this okay?” you asked in a whisper.

“Mm. Shouldn't I be asking that?” Yoongi spoke as quietly as you, his hand reaching out to push your hair behind your ear. 

“I'm not sure.” you looked at his lips again, with a small nervous laugh as your hand rested on his thigh. 

“I’m okay with it.” he told you, holding back from lunging for your lips again. 

“Me too. Definitely.”

That was all Yoongi needed to slip his hand to the back of your neck and drag you into another kiss. This time it was longer, a little harder than the soft peck. He moved his mouth first and you followed suit, slightly parting your lips for his tongue to slip into yours. Your little breathy sounds, paired with the tightening of your hand on his thigh, were making Yoongi a little dizzy. 

You were melting into his kiss, following every lick and every flick of his tongue, allowing him to dictate the pace, deepen the kiss when he wanted. It wasn’t missed on Yoongi how much trust you actually put on him to have these experiences with, and he would make sure you never regretted it. 

Even if nothing ever came of this, he wouldn’t burden you with his broken heart, but continue to support you and be there for you regardless. 

As your hand started moving on his thigh, hiking up, Yoongi groaned against your lips and you swallowed the noise, replying to it with a tiny moan. Yoongi took your bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it gently, which made your hand squeeze at his thigh and he parted his legs for you in an invitation. 

You didn’t move it to where Yoongi wanted and when he let go of your lip and studied your face, he understood why. He could see how reluctant and shy you looked, eyes pleading with him to help you just a little more. 

“It’s okay.” he assured you, voice coming out raspy. “Give me your hand.” 

You put your palm in his and when Yoongi gently tugged it closer to his ever growing bulge, there was no pulling back, no halting. Just the fear of not knowing what to do. You let out a little gasp as Yoongi placed your hand over the outline of his cock, molding your fingers around it so you could feel all of him. 

“Oh my god.” you breathed out with a little laugh. 

“Too much?” he checked, loosening the hold on your hand in case you wished to pull back. 

But now that you were let go of, you didn’t retreat, but started touching him, over his pants, at your own accord. You squeezed a little, testing the pressure, tracing the length, and Yoongi’s head fell against the back of the couch, eyes hooded and stuck on you, reading your every reaction. 

Small sighs and groans left his lips each time you did something he really liked, which made you ask:

“Does it feel nice?” your whole hand was palming at his crotch and he had to suppress the need to push his hips into your hand, only managing to nod. “You look so good like this.” 

The praise was too much, and he didn’t want to cum inside his pants, just from this, so he chose to stare into the ceiling instead. It did little to quell his worries of not lasting long as you took it as an invitation to kiss his neck. Your lips felt as soft as they did against his and the way you let your tongue lick at his heated skin made him bite back a moan. 

“Can I see you?” you asked in a whiny tone, delivered to his ear, making his cock jump. He wondered if you could feel it. 

“Yeah.” Yoongi nodded and you moved your hand back to his thigh, leaving his neck with one last kiss under his jaw. It was his turn to become a little embarrassed as he said: “Uh, you should know, dicks are pretty different from one another, so.”

“I know, I’ve seen dicks before.” you giggled. “I’ve watched porn, Yoon.” 

Right. 

Yoongi cursed at himself, because of course you knew what a dick was supposed to look like. You might be inexperienced when it came to having practice, but you weren’t sheltered, you weren’t naive, and you clearly weren’t innocent; not with the type of stuff you wrote about. At least your giggle calmed him down a little, and his own embarrassment made his impending release recede. 

He pushed his sleeves all the way up to his elbows and pulled the hem of the sweater from the inside of his pants, revealing a small strip of skin of his lower stomach for you. Yoongi didn’t know what your little gasp meant, but he chose to believe it was positive. You adjusted yourself on the couch as his fingers reached his pants’ button and fly, squeezing your thighs together as he pulled them down. 

Not trying to drag this out or make a mystery of it, Yoongi lifted his hips to push his pants and underwear to the middle of his thighs; a quick pull off of a bandaid, so to speak. His cock jumped free, resting against his lower belly. Hard, leaking pre-cum, the tip a familiar shade of darker pink. 

He really regretted not masturbating in the shower before everyone arrived, because at least the edge would be off and Yoongi wouldn’t need to fear getting off the moment you touched him for the first time. 

You didn’t do much at first, and Yoongi was almost afraid to look at you and find disappointment in your eyes. Your eyes were a little glossy as your tongue poked between your pouty lips. When you noticed his gaze was on you, the spell broke and you reacted. 

“You– Uhm. That’s a big one, right?” you asked with a flushed face and neck. “I know I said I’ve seen them, and I know what it’s supposed to be like, but. I didn’t expect it to be so long? And fat.” 

Your choice of words made Yoongi laugh, an actual belly laugh, shaking shoulders and everything. It made your eyes widen as you blinked cutely, clearly embarrassed. 

“Thanks, doll.” he grinned as his laughter subsided. “And yeah, I’m a little above average.” 

“A little?” your eyebrow arched in suspicion as your eyes followed the movement of his hand as he held his cock, squeezing a little to alleviate some of the ache. “Since when are you modest?” 

“Alright, I have a big dick.” he agreed with a shrug as he took a leap of faith and kissed your cheek with a hot smack. 

“That’s more like the Yoongi I know and love.” you giggled, clearly oblivious to the way your words affected him. 

Yoongi knew you meant in a friendly kind of love, he felt the same way towards you. But his feelings went a little beyond that, which caused his heart to clench and expand in his chest as he basked in your love, however innocent and platonic it was. 

“Can I touch you?” you asked and Yoongi really wanted to say you could do anything at all to him. 

“Go ahead.” 

This is the part Yoongi thought would be weird. In his mind, maybe he pictured you poking him in the dick, giggling like a schoolgirl, maybe frowning or looking a little disgusted. God knows that he didn’t really know what to do when he saw a pussy for the first time. 

But you were gentle with the way your fingertips touched him, following the vein on the underside of it, using your thumb to spread the leaking pre-cum around his velvety tip. You were paying attention, yes, and studying him. But it didn’t make him feel under a microscope. If anything, it made Yoongi feel appreciated. 

Your small hand wrapped around his cock and Yoongi sighed, his free hand was resting next to you on the sofa and he had to hold back the urge of touching you. Your thigh was so close to his hand that he could feel the warmth emanating from you, but you hadn’t talked about it yet and he feared you might not like that. 

For now he had to appreciate the feeling of your hand on him, which was more than he ever thought he’d get. 

When you let go of him, Yoongi feared that might be it, all you needed from him tonight, that you’d tell him you gathered all the information you needed for the chapter. He missed your touch already and having to touch himself after you left would not only be sad, but a little pathetic. 

You were full of surprises, however, as you brought your hand to your lips and sucked on your tongue, letting your spit fall on your palm. You did know what you were doing after all, as he didn’t need to instruct you when your hand got back to his cock and you spread your spit all over him. 

There were things you were trying, Yoongi noticed as he let go of his shaft in order to allow you to take over. The more you touched him, the more confident you grew, tugging him a little harder, jerking him a little faster. When you fisted at his tip, your small hand wrapping around it and squeezing as your wrist flicked, Yoongi’s moan was too loud. 

“Oh, you like that.” it wasn’t a question, but an affirmation as you repeated it one more time before dropping your hand in a tight ‘o’ all the way down to his base. 

“Yeah, it’s uhm–sensitive.” 

Yoongi was breathing heavily as you tugged and stroked his cock. You were a little messy, a bit awkward at times, not really following a steady rhythm, but Yoongi found out that he liked that. 

“I can feel you pulsing.” you commented in awe, letting out small whines that were half the cause for that very throbbing you were feeling against your palm. “Does that mean you’re close?” 

“Not always.” he shook his head, not sure if he rather look at his cock disappearing and poking out from your fist, or your pretty face as you were obviously getting hot and bothered by this. “But I am.” 

That last information seemed to light a whole new fire within you, making your movements a little more firm and determined. You teased his slit with your thumb as the rest of your hand worked on the underside of his head, making him let out raspy moans, sweat starting to cling at his skin. 

It took him completely by surprise as your free hand dipped into his hair and you stared at his lips until Yoongi took the hint and leaned in the rest of the way to capture your lips with his. He couldn’t really kiss you properly, not in the way that he wanted to, and it basically meant that he was moaning against your lips and licking around your mouth more than actually kissing, but it was tearing whines from you either way, and your movements never stopped. 

“Gonna cum, baby–” 

The term of endearment was a slip, one that Yoongi would justify by being in the throes of the moment if you ever asked him about it, and not because he dreamed about calling you baby for years now. You didn’t complain, however, as you flicked your wrist in an upstroke, in that way you already knew he liked, and you squeezed at his hair just as he couldn’t hold back anymore. 

Yoongi felt his lower stomach tense, his cock throb as it felt impossibly hard and borderline painful. He let go of what was holding him back and allowed himself to enjoy the pleasure the girl of his dreams was giving him; thick ribbons of white shooting out of his tip as he groaned what sounded a lot like your name. 

You pulled away from his lips to look as the last strings leaked out, movements slowing down, but not completely stopping. 

“That was beautiful.” you said in that breathy tone that let Yoongi know you were affected. “You’re so beautiful, Yoongi.” 

“Stop that.” he chuckled, cheeks flustered as he watched you milk his cock of the last drops. “I’m the one who had an orgasm, you’re not supposed to be the delirious one.”

“I mean it.” you assured him, not an ounce of doubt in your words. “You’re incredible.” 

"You're the one who did all the work, doll." 

You giggled softly because you agreed, letting his softening cock go as you rested it against his stomach. Clearly you didn't know what to do next, and Yoongi intended on getting up to clean himself up, grab some tissues to clean your hand, he just needed a couple of minutes to catch his breath. 

Yoongi watched as you brought your dirty hand to your face to sniff his release and then swipe your tongue, licking at his cum. It made him groan and intake a breath, wanting to laugh at your childish curiosity. Your nose scrunched a little, obviously surprised, but you weren't gaging, which was a good thing. 

"That's stronger than I thought." was your conclusion. "Not horrible, though."

Yoongi wanted to tell you that the taste and the way cum looked changed a little,  depending on how many times and how often people with dicks had sex or masturbated, but that would include telling you that his sex life was practically nonexistent and even his solo time was cut short by his long studio hours. 

"Can I wash my hands on your sink?" you asked  already up from the couch and walking a little funny as you tried to play it cool. 

"Sure."

Yoongi could only imagine why you were walking like that, wondering if your panties were so wet with your arousal that you were a little uncomfortable. Of course that would mean that you actually enjoyed yourself while jerking him off, that it wasn't purely for your research. 

And then again, didn't he already know that? He saw the way you looked at him, he heard your little mewls and moans and you didn't have to kiss him like that but you still did. 

When you got back to the couch, your hand was clean and you were offering him a paper towel so he could clean himself too, realizing then that he was just sitting there, pants still around his thighs and cock out. He felt a little silly, but took the paper and wiped himself as best as he could before tucking himself back into his underwear and buttoning his pants in place. 

"I had fun tonight." you told him, in what should be a way of saying goodbye, but it didn't match the way you settled on his couch once more, folding your legs under you  

"Yeah? You seemed to enjoy the movie." Yoongi turned toward you after bunching the paper towel in a sticky ball and throwing it at his center table. 

"I mean with you." you half whispered, tapping your bottom lip as an irrational movement, which inevitably dragged Yoongi’s eyes to them. "I'm glad I came to you with this."

"So you haven't changed your mind?" 

You shook your head, lighting up with a smile as you said: "I'm excited to try more." 

"Like what?" Yoongi had suggestions of his own, but this was about you so he didn't want to project his own wishes and wants on you. 

And, thankfully, you were pretty good at telling him what you wanted, despite how shy you got while at it. 

"Maybe you could do something to me next time?" you offered, Yoongi nodded. "Like… whatever you feel like."

"Want me to eat you out?" 

"Are you offering or asking me?" you replied, eyes a little wide, breath a little dragged. 

"Same thing, doll." 

"Okay." 

You agreed softly and it was all Yoongi needed to pull his legs up and crawl to you. Your eyes only grew as you watched him approach, hands resting on his chest as he began laying you down on his couch, gazes stuck to each other. 

“Y–you mean n–now?” you stuttered and even that sounded cute to Yoongi. 

“Is that okay?” he paused, nose an inch away from yours. 

“Yeah.” you sighed, letting your back fall against the couch, head resting on the arm of the sofa. 

“Stop me anytime you want.” Yoongi told you, leaning forward to peck your lips. “Or tell me to keep going when you like something.” 

“I’m convinced I’ll like everything coming from you.” you admitted with a shy chuckle, hands on each side of Yoongi’s neck as you kept him there to kiss his lips a little longer. 

“I sure hope so.” his laugh was easy, as was everything when it came to you. No matter how complicated his feelings were. 

Yoongi dragged his lips against your skin, from your jaw and down to your throat. Your legs parted for him to fit in between them and as your hands got lost in his long hair, making him grunt appreciatively each time you pulled, it felt like an invitation for him to touch you, to feel you. He trusted that you would stop him if you didn’t want any of it, and you never did. 

This didn’t feel like an agreement, didn’t feel like he was doing you a favor by showing you how things worked, making you feel things for the sake of gathering experience for your book. So it was easy to forget that’s all it was, and even easier to feel like you were lovers. 

Yoongi’s hands were roaming your body, touching your sides until he reached your thigh. His mouth was opening and closing against your neck, tongue licking at your skin as you squirmed under him, letting out the prettiest moans. More than anything, he wanted to bite you, leave a pretty bruise on your skin, mark you as his. 

But you weren’t. So he couldn’t. 

“Yoon, please.” you pleaded, so sweetly that it made his cock stir inside his pants. 

Yoongi could never deny you, he wasn’t about to start now. Pulling back from you to kneel between your legs, he was slow with the way he raised the skirt of your overalls, just enough to let him see your bottom half, the softness of your lower stomach and your cute belly button. He didn't want to seem too greedy and raise it up too much. 

Even though he was. 

You were wearing black panties, a little sheer, delicate fabric, with tiny lace frills around the elastic band and an even tinier bow at the front. It wasn’t the kind of underwear one wore if no one was about to see them. It made him wonder if you picked those for him. 

Did you wear them just in case? Did you worry about him liking it? 

The way you were staring at him expectantly let him know that you did. 

“I like these.” he told you and you smiled with pink cheeks. “Were you thinking of me when you chose to wear them?” 

“I bought them for you.” you admitted with a squirm, threatening to close your legs, but his body was on the way. “I didn’t really have any reasons to own lingerie before.” 

Does the top match? He wanted to ask, but refrained from it. All in due time. 

Yoongi touched your knees, thighs, feeling your smooth skin under his fingertips, all the way up your hips to hook his fingers on the elastic bands. “Is it okay if I take them off?” 

“Uh–” you hesitated, which made Yoongi worry. He started to retrieve his hands when you held onto his wrists to keep them there. “Yeah, it’s fine, just– What if you think I look weird?” 

“You could never look weird, doll.” he marveled. 

You huffed in a ‘how would you know’ way and chided: “I hope you know you’ll be the first to see me like this.” as if he didn’t know. As if he wasn’t fucking proud of that. “Well, you and the brazilian lady from the waxing place yesterday, but I don’t think she counts.” 

“I can live with that.” 

He could also live here. With you under him. On his couch. Sharing his space. Your laughs filling the silence of his home, your touches filling the empty spots of his heart. 

When you let go of his wrists and lifted your hips, Yoongi pulled your underwear down your legs, trying not to stare, but unable to look away as you were revealed for him. You were perfect, but he knew you would be. Soft lips, looking a little puffy as your arousal clinged to you, making you all shiny and delicious. 

You spread your legs a little wider, opening yourself to him, inviting him in. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life, there was no question about it. Yoongi had never been rendered speechless like this before, hands resting on your legs as he just… Breathed. 

Hard. 

Heavy. 

You reached out for his wrist, squeezing it, thumb caressing his skin in a way that was soothing, as if he was the one that needed reassurance. It was enough to make him snap out of whatever trance he was under and lean down to lay on the couch, between your legs, and start to kiss the inside of your thigh. 

“Oh, fuck.” 

He had never heard you curse like that before, and it made him greedy to hear more of that. Yoongi trailed kisses on your skin, moving closer and closer to your pussy until he reached it. Yoongi didn’t want to overwhelm you, but he couldn’t really go slow, not when he was dying to taste you. 

His tongue slipped out of his mouth and dipped between your folds, licking a stripe all the way up. Your moan was worth it, your taste was better than he could have expected. 

“How’s that?” Yoongi checked in with you, peppering kisses all over your lips before moving his tongue up and down your soaking cunt. 

“That–shit, I– my god, Yoongi!” 

“That good, huh?” he chuckled close to your pussy so you would feel the vibrations and it made you arch your back. 

“Can you just– keep going?” 

Yoongi looked at you from between your legs, noticing the lip worried between your teeth, your half lidded gaze, the hands resting on your lower stomach as you squeezed the suede fabric of your dress. 

His hands slipped under your thighs and he pulled you down with strong arms, making you squeal and cry out as his mouth latched onto your pussy and he ate you like a man starved. Yoongi was good at it, if he said so himself, and he was about to prove it to you. 

His tongue was quick and purposeful as he explored your pussy, teasing your hole with little circles, only to drag all the way up to your clit. He was drinking from you, swallowing hard, using his lips and tongue to make you feel good. You weren’t able to stay quiet, it seemed, hips starting to rock at their own accord. 

“You taste so fucking good.” he told you, and it was true. 

“You feel really good, too.” you admitted with a long, dragged moan. 

His lips formed a pout around your clit and Yoongi held it there, sucking softly with rhythmic movements of his tongue around it. That’s when your hand grabbed onto his hair and you held on for dear life, keeping him there. Not that he would dare move as your moans and the clenching of your cunt under him were telling him you were close. 

It was more than a little exciting, to know he was the first to taste you, the first to make you unravel like this, the first person to make you cum. In a way, even if nothing serious came out of this, Yoongi would still forever be your first. He hoped you’d always remember him like this, with his face shoved between your legs. A more selfish part of him hoped no one would ever be this good to you, no one would make you moan and cry so loud that the neighbors might hear. 

Yoongi could worry about those implications later, for now he would focus on making you cum on his tongue. 

“Oh fuck, I’m so close, please don’t stop, please–” 

Your pleas and moans were desperate, making Yoongi almost start to hump his own couch just to find relief for his bulge that was already swollen and begging for attention. The sting on his scalp was painful, but he loved it, especially because it meant you were enjoying yourself. 

Yoongi’s sole focus was on your clit, drawing quick circles with the flat of his tongue, until a cry of his name made his ears buzz and his eyes roll to the back of his head as you started trembling underneath him, your orgasm washing over you. Your thighs closed around his head, keeping him there, and he continued to lick you through your climax, a little gentler this time, so that you could enjoy that feeling for as long as possible. 

Only when your hand dropped from his hair and your legs fell open, did he stop. 

You were both breathless when Yoongi pulled away to lay down next to you. He was so drunk on you and your taste on his lips that he didn’t let his overthinking get the best of him. Yoongi simply pulled you into his chest, and you willingly clung to him, laying on your side, as you tried to regulate your breathing. 

“If that’s how it always feels, I’m really fucking mad at myself for not doing this before.” you giggled, but it was muffled by his chest. 

“That’s how it always feels with me.” Yoongi pointed out, letting himself brag. “Unfortunately, most guys out there don’t know where anything is.”

“Oh.” you looked up at him with somewhat wet eyes and red bitten lips. “Well. I might just keep coming back to you, then.” 

“That’s fine with me, doll.” 

OCTOBER 11TH | 16:05

If one wanted to find Min Yoongi, chances were, he’d be in his studio. His workspace, located in a tall building in Yeongsan, was where he spent most of his days, including weekends. The studio, affectionately named Genius Lab, had everything Yoongi needed; his desk filled with the best equipment for recording and producing, a couch where he could nap whenever he was too tired to function properly, a mini fridge where he kept a few drinks and quick snacks, and dark decor and lighting that made the space entertaining and homey enough. 

On a good day, he’d be in the zone. So focused on whatever he was working on that day that the world could be falling to pieces outside of his soundproof walls, there could be a zombie outbreak, and Yoongi wouldn’t even notice it. 

But then there were days like today. 

Yoongi had been going over the same verse for what felt like the thousandth time and he simply did not like how it sounded, his metaphors weren’t good enough, the flow was weak. And the producer, lyricist and rapper wasn’t the kind to just easily move on to the next project, come back to this later with a clearer mind. No, Yoongi would obsess over something and only actually move forward once he fixed what needed fixing. 

His back was killing him from being hunched over his keyboard for the last however many minutes, his neck felt stiff, and he was stressed. Grabbing for his phone on his desk, Yoongi noticed two things. 

Firstly, it was the middle of the afternoon already, when he thought it was just after lunch, so maybe he was stuck on this one song for longer than he hoped. 

And, secondly, Yoongi missed you. 

Now, he didn’t have it that bad for you that simply looking at the time reminded him of you, no. But your face was the image that greeted him when he awoke his sleeping phone, staring back at him, right on his screen background. Again, he was that obsessed to have made you his wallpaper, you had done it yourself, just five days ago, in what he was sure was supposed to be a joke, a lesson to not leave his phone unattended next to you. 

Yoongi just didn’t have the time to change it back to the picture of his family dog just yet. 

Things between the two of you had been going steady for the past few weeks now, almost a whole month ever since you walked into this very room and asked him to help you learn things for your book. You saw each other a few times every week, either with your friends or just you and him, but something always happened. 

Either hidden kisses and stolen moments behind the boys’ backs, or you’d go to his apartment over the weekend and stay the night. Your sessions usually involved a lot of making out, some heavy groping, handjobs, fingering or he’d eat you out. You always had lots of questions for him, which he did his best to answer with examples and practicing time. 

Yoongi wondered if you were as affected by it as he was. Sometimes he asked himself if your yearning eyes, long lasting touches and sweet kisses even after you were done meant something to you as much as they meant to him. He didn’t think you were a cruel person to pretend not to notice how infatuated he was with you, but there were only so many times one could call another person baby or fall asleep holding each other, before one starts to wonder if there’s something more there. 

As Yoongi’s phone turned dark again, he wondered if you were busy. You lived fairly close to his work, everyone in the building pretty much already knew you, so he wouldn’t get in trouble if you came over. He could use a distraction, maybe you could have something to drink at the coffee shop downstairs, it’s been a while since you met there for an afternoon snack. 

To say that escalated would be an understatement. Yoongi didn’t message you with those intentions in mind, but after reading the text conversation again, he could understand how he sounded. The man was slightly awkward when it came to texting, much preferring calls or talking in person. You were always full of emojis and funny ways of communicating, which he thought was cute. 

But then again, Yoongi thought everything you did was cute. 

And he had exactly twenty minutes to get his shit together and stop acting like such a simp, as that was the time that it took for you to walk from your apartment to his studio. A little more than that if you were in your pajamas and had to change before leaving the house. 

At the knock on his door, Yoongi got up to unlock his studio and let you in, but before he could even say hello, you were throwing your arms around his neck and pressing your lips against his. Just a smack of your lips, but still enough to surprise Yoongi. 

“Hi.” you whispered with a little smile. You had never greeted him like this before, especially not in the middle of the hallway, where anyone could see. 

“Hey–” Yoongi finally snapped out of it as you slipped your shoes off and walked into the room, going straight to the couch. “I swear this isn’t a booty call.” 

He didn’t really know why he felt the need to reiterate his pure intentions, lest you think that’s the only reason he had to want you over. 

“I know, I was just messing with you.” you giggled as you folded your legs under yourself and Yoongi took a breath of relief. “I just guessed you either wanted to show me something new or a distraction from your genius creations.” 

Yoongi scoffed lightly as he walked back to his chair, dropping down onto it with a squeak. “Got nothing genius to share today, I’m afraid.” 

“New project giving you a hard time?” you asked, leaning forward and tilting your head as you watched him. 

“You could say that.” Yoongi nodded, bringing a thumb to his mouth to bite and pull at the little piece of skin that had been bothering him for the past hour. 

“Is it for the important meeting you have next week?” you asked as you pulled his hand away from his mouth and brought it to your own lips to kiss at the corner of his finger as you noticed how red it looked. 

And this shit right here, this is exactly what he meant. There’s no way you didn’t feel something for him, when you did things like these, right? Wishful thinking or not, it made Yoongi’s heart swoon and his cheeks feel hot. 

“Not at all, so I guess I have two reasons to be worried.” his laugh was void of amusement and filled with self-deprecation. 

“Oh, no.” you scrunched your nose, only now letting go of his hand. “Honestly, Yoon, you have no reason to worry at all. Not about the meeting, not about whatever project is being annoying. You’re great. You’re more than great, you’re the best producer I know.”

“Do you know many producers?” Yoongi challenged you with a cocked eyebrow, and this time his laugh was a little more real. 

“At least two.” you pointed out in a matter of factly way. “And don’t tell Hobi, but you’re my favorite one.”

“How can I be sure you don’t tell him the same thing?”

“I guess you’ll never know.” you grinned, white teeth behind a dark lipstick smile. Now that autumn was in full swing, your wardrobe and seasonal makeup were changing, it seemed. “Is that for Agust D or someone else?”

You were nodding at his computer screen behind him, which was still opened in the latest mixing program he used to add his vocals to the melody he already had.  

“That’s mine, yeah.”

“What’s the problem with it?” you got up from the couch, walking to the desk and leaning over it with your hands flat on the wood top. Yoongi turned his chair to face you, smiling at the lines on your forehead as you tried to figure out what all of the lines, splits and soundwaves meant. 

“Not sure I like it.” he told you with a long, dragged out sigh. 

“Can I hear what you have so far?” you asked as you turned to him instead of the monitor. 

And, the thing was, Yoongi never let anybody hear his songs before he was 100% happy with it. Not Hoseok. Not Pdogg. Not even Bang PD and that was his boss. But you were looking at him so expectantly, and you were always so excited to be one of the firsts to hear his music that he couldn’t say no to you. Ever. 

Yoongi nodded and your sweet smile was already enough to calm his nerves and ill intended feelings towards his music. 

Yoongi rolled his chair a little closer to you, so he could reach for his mouse and move the song back to the start so he could play it for you, but you took it as an invitation to sit on his lap. Not that he wouldn’t actually invite you if he thought it was an option. Which he didn’t. But he was glad that it was. 

The producer was also glad for the way that you so naturally fit there, sitting on his leg, one arm naturally circling his shoulders as his wrapped around your waist to make sure you were balanced. 

“What is it called?” you were asking, looking at him from so close that he could see the little freckle on your eye. 

“People.” 

Yoongi pressed the right button with the mouse and adjusted the volume of the song so you could hear everything as one and not be deafened by the bass that he was working on previously. The song sounded a little different from what he was used to putting out, like ‘Agust D’, ‘Give it to me’ or ‘The last’, which was probably the reason he was feeling so weird about it in the first place. 

It’s not that he didn’t like the song itself, but he was worried that it was not what people expected of him. 

You were nodding your head as you both listened to it playing, trying to school your features in an attempt to not let it show how you felt about it. But when it got to the chorus, you couldn’t hold back the smile that was pushed onto your lips as you heard him sing. 

Yoongi avoided looking at you after that, as his own smile was difficult to contain. 

When the song came to an end, you turned to him with the biggest grin, and Yoongi’s cheeks were puffed as she smiled at your reactions; internally rolling his eyes at himself and his inability of keeping a straight face when it came to you and his music. 

“So, what’s wrong with it?” you asked as the hand that was around his shoulders touched the back of his neck, nails scratching at his nape. 

“I–” Yoongi sighed, almost purred, relaxing into your touch, forehead resting on your cheek as he couldn’t help himself. “Don’t remember.” 

“That sounds more like it.” you giggled, wrapping the other arm around him as he did the same to your middle. “All you needed was to get out of your head a little, huh?” 

“I guess.” 

And you. He definitely needed you. To wordlessly assure him his song was good, to enjoy listening to it, making him laugh and breathe and stop overthinking. You barely did anything at all and yet it felt like so much. 

“Glad I could help.” you were smiling. Yoongi could feel it even if he couldn’t see it. 

“You always do.” 

“I can… You know?” you started softly, almost hesitantly, and Yoongi pulled back enough to look at you. Explaining, you said: “Help you.” 

“You just did.” he insisted, but Yoongi could read it in your eyes that there was something more. 

“No, I mean… This arrangement doesn’t have to be just for me.” your eyes dropped to his lips and Yoongi licked at his bottom lip on instinct, something inside him stirring into life. “I’m here if you need me. For whatever.” 

“Doll.” 

It was a warning, but Yoongi wasn’t sure of what. Was he warning you that he might say yes? That he might be falling for you? At this point it felt like it was too late to warn you about that last one. 

“Would you let me?” you asked, a little more steadily, hand touching the side of his face, thumb running across his cheek. “Let me take care of you.” 

“Okay.” 

“Can I kiss you?” 

Yoongi nodded, even if you didn’t even have to ask. This was dangerous, at least for the man, as kissing you was easily becoming one of his favorite things to do. He hugged you a little tighter as you started placing tiny kisses against his lips, just because. And then your mouth pressed against his, properly this time, and it stayed there for a while longer. 

You were dictating the pace and the intensity of the kiss, and Yoongi let you. He wanted to see how far you would take this, how you intended on taking care of him, so he followed your lead, moving his lips against yours only when you did so. Your tongue slipped past your lips to lick at his and Yoongi parted his mouth and chased yours.

Only for you to pull back with a teasing little smile and playful eyes. 

“What a greedy boy.” you whispered, the hand on his nape slipping into his hair. 

“Baby, please.” Yoongi heard himself saying, avoiding your eyes. 

“Hm. I like that.” with a stronger hold of his hair, you made his neck bend backwards. 

Yoongi gasped in surprise and asked: “When I say please?” 

“When you call me baby.” 

You were smiling against his neck as you kissed just under his jaw, teeth nipping at his skin and Yoongi wanted you to claim him just as much as he wished he could claim you. 

Yoongi’s hands were around you, squeezing you, pressing his fingertips as he tried to feel more of you. Your sweet smile was the last thing he saw when his eyes fluttered closed and you kissed his lips. Really kissed, squeezing his long hair between your fingers once more, slipping your tongue past his lips to lick at his. 

Your lips moved in sync, dragging over each other’s, with so much more familiarity than the first time you kissed, but the bat-like butterflies were still there. Yoongi knew the taste of your lips, and he knew you liked it when he sucked on your bottom lip or pushed his tongue deeper into your mouth to take control back.

Your little, breathy moan was swallowed by Yoongi as his hand dropped to your ass and he squeezed. 

“I’m supposed to be taking care of you, babe.” you said with a little whine and Yoongi’s body twitched with the new pet name. 

“How are you planning on doing that?” he challenged, staring at your swollen bottom lip, taking it into his mouth before you had the chance to reply. 

With a new moan, eyes closing shut, your hand slid down Yoongi’s body, between his legs, to palm his growing bulge. Yoongi hissed and let go of your lip, spreading his legs wider and shamelessly so you’d have more space to work with. 

“Let me show you.” 

With one last press of your mouths, you left his lap and sunk down to the floor, sitting on your feet between his legs, thighs pressed together as your small hands rested atop his. Yoongi’s breath got caught up in his throat as this was a sight he longed to see for longer than he’d ever openly admit. 

Up until this point in your arrangement, you hadn’t yet done what you were so clearly hinting at. You hadn’t reached that part of your book just yet, but it was just another proof that today wasn’t about your book, but about Yoongi. As long as you wanted it too, so he checked:

“You know you don’t have to, right?” his hand landed softly on top of yours as he caressed your smooth skin. 

“I want you, Yoongi.” 

The way you said those words made Yoongi believe in much more than what you were about to do right now. It gave him hope that, maybe, one day they would be true the way he wanted them to be. 

You scooted just a little closer to his legs, cheek rubbing on the inside of his thigh as you laid your head there, staring up at him with uncertain eyes that told him you weren’t quite sure what to do. But Yoongi didn’t hurry you, more than okay with following your pace, letting you explore and experiment. 

Just as long as he could keep looking at you like this. 

A gentle hand touched your face, tracing the curve of your nose, down to the shape of your cupid's bow, pulling gently on your bottom lip to see it part. You closed your eyes as you basked in his caresses, mouth opening to lick at the pad of Yoongi’s thumb making not only his breath grow heavy, but his dick twitch in his pants. 

“My pretty girl.” Yoongi’s words left him without much thought. 

“Yeah?” you sighed, eyes fluttering as your face pulled away from his legs and your hands reached for the waistband of his pants. “Are you claiming me?” 

Yoongi felt hot all over, in his cheeks, in his chest, toes curling inside his studio slippers. You had no idea just how badly he wanted to claim you, in every sense of the word. 

He lifted his hips higher as you pulled his trousers down his legs; not sure if this was the best day to not wear anything else under his soft cotton pants. It made your job easier and it cut back on the teasing, but when his cock sprung free, already hard and ready, your eyes widened slightly with overwhelming. 

You tried not to let it show, or maybe you were just a little more eager to see him bare, letting the pants fall around his ankles as he spread his legs just a little wider. Yoongi was past the point of feeling self conscious about showing himself to you like this, letting your curious eyes roam all of him, but this was a new angle for you, and he wondered what you were thinking. 

You held his cock from the base, raising a little on your knees to reach his tip. Your hand wrapping around him was familiar, he knew your grip, the feel of your smooth fingers. But the feeling of your lips dragging up his shaft was brand new, as was the wetness of your tongue as you licked at the tip. 

Yoongi pushed the backrest of his chair a little further back to recline it, hands holding tightly onto the arm rests on each side of him. Suddenly his shirt felt too hot as it started clinging to his chest, but removing it felt like too much for right now, even for him. 

You teased the slit of his cock with the tip of your tongue, swirling it around the crown, hand moving up and down slowly, as if you had done this a million times before, as if you knew what Yoongi liked. The slide of your hand was a little dry, so you pulled away from him to spit on your palm and make it better. 

Yoongi’s breath hitched and came out as a slow moan as you wrapped your lips around his tip once you returned to what you were doing, looking up at him as if asking if it was okay. 

“You’re doing so well, baby.” he told you in a raspy voice that made your eyes flutter. “Keep going.” 

You nodded, seemingly forgetting you had a cock in your mouth, which made it slide just a little deeper into your mouth. It made Yoongi moan a little louder as he felt more of the warmth of your mouth, and you liked that, sinking down just a little further until you both felt the moment he hit the back of your throat. 

You sputtered with surprise, pulling off of him as you held back a cough with a hand over your lips. 

“Easy, baby. Don’t want to hurt you.” he assured you with a fond smile. “You’ll learn to deepthroat with time.” 

“Wanna make you feel good, Yoon.” you pouted, bringing your lips to his cock again. 

“You are.” he nodded through half lidded eyes, fingers twitching on the arm rests as he controlled the urge to hold you by the hair or back of your head. “Just put it in your mouth. Suck a little.” 

You did exactly that, wrapping pouty lips around the tip, moving your tongue around it inside your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you gave it experimental sucks. You hummed as his pre-cum dribbled out of him and onto your tongue, and Yoongi’s eyes rolled as he heard you audibly swallow. 

“Fuck, that’s it.” he cursed low and heavy. 

A little more confident, your lips dragged down his cock, pushing a little more of him inside, sliding on the flat of your tongue. Whatever you couldn’t fit inside –which was a lot–, you worked with your hand in tugs and strokes. You looked so perfect like this, spit coming out of the corners of your mouth, tears brimming your eyes, jaw probably aching to accommodate his girth. 

When you pulled out again it was in search of air, breathing as hard as he was. Your hand stroked Yoongi’s cock in that way you already knew he liked, closing a fist around the head as you twisted your wrist and pumped up and down. You were mouthing on his shaft, licking and sucking on his skin, tracing the engorged vein. 

Instead of making it up to the top again, your lips dragged down and down and Yoongi’s heart was in his throat. Your mouth was hot and wet as you took one of his heavy balls into your mouth, eyes on his face as if to ask if that was okay. 

“Shit, that’s nice–” he made sure to tell you, no longer able to control his hands on his sides. 

He held you by the back of your neck with a firm hold, squeezing  your nape to encourage you to suck a little harder, which he instantly regretted as it made his lower stomach tense. Yoongi tugged gently on your hair to pull you off his sac and it should be illegal how innocent and wide eyes you looked during such an act. 

“Sorry, did I hurt you?” you asked with a scratchy voice, which made you frown and Yoongi chuckle. 

“No, doll, that was too good.” he sighed a breathy gasp. 

“Oh.” you smiled, a little shy, hand never stopping the long tugs of his cock. With a giggle, you admitted: “I think I like sucking you off.” 

“Yeah?” Yoongi’s smile was still fond, despite the tension on his limbs and the sweat covering his body. “Think you can make me cum like this, hm?”

You nodded with vigor, not an ounce of doubt in your stance. Yoongi chuckled, but it would hardly be a challenge when you were getting him so close to his end already. 

A jolt of hot, white pleasure coursed through him as you mouth was on him again, fingers tightening on your hair as you covered your teeth with your lips as you sunk down and sucked harder as you pulled off. You started bobbing on his cock, pumping his shaft, fist connected to your lips to give Yoongi the feeling of being buried deep into your wet mouth. 

You started sinking lower and lower, not taking him all the way, but Yoongi felt your throat open and contract around him as you tried and tried to push him as deep as you could. Yoongi was a mindless mess, nothing else existed outside of his studio, nothing else mattered but the pure bliss you were inflicting on him. 

With droopy eyes, Yoongi watched you make a mess out of him, spit leaking from your mouth and covering your fingers and his cock. His cock was throbbing, painfully hard, twitching in time with his untamed moans that only made you keep going. 

Your free hand cradled his balls gently, squeezing as they felt heavier, drawing up as his lower stomach tensed. He wanted to hold your pretty face in place and fuck his cook deep down your throat, but it was much too soon for that. Instead, he just sat there, about to go insane with how good you were making him feel. 

Yoongi had no warning words for you, but you didn’t need them as you read the familiar signs of when he was about to cum; the pulsing of the fat vein on the underside, the twitches of his muscles, the groans and rough moans he wasn’t trying to contain anymore. 

Your lips stayed around his crown, tongue swirling and twirling around it with little sucks of your mouth as your fist twisted just under the tip. That and the harder squeeze of his balls was too much for him to hold back from. Yoongi felt his whole body flush, jolting with pure ecstasy that pushed him a little deeper, just as his orgasm hit him like a truck. 

He spilled inside your mouth with thick ribbons of white and you closed your eyes as you let him use your mouth. You were humming, he thought he heard it through his ringing ears, as you swallowed his load like a good girl. 

Some of it escaped from the corner of your mouth and you licked it clean after you pulled off of him once you milked the last drop of his release. Yoongi was breathing hard, with a stupidly proud grin on his face as you gave his softening cock little kisses. 

“Was that acceptable?” you asked with those innocent eyes again. 

“It was great, doll.” he nodded with a gummy smile, eyes closed as his hand dropped from the back of your head. “More than great. It was perfect.”

You were giggling as you stood up on wobbly legs, pulling Yoongi’s pants along. “I’ll believe you once you're not drunk on your orgasm.” 

“Ask me again in ten minutes then.” he laughed, settling his pants around his hips and reaching for you. 

“Does that mean I get to stay a little more?” you beamed, sitting on his lap, resting your red cheek against his shoulder. 

“You can stay all day if you want.” You could stay forever.

OCTOBER 19TH | 17:26

Yoongi avoided leaving his studio in the middle of his workday. Not only did he have deadlines he had to match, but it was his safe space. A place that more often than not felt like his home more than his own apartment. But he didn’t mind leaving Genius Lab if it meant he got to see you for an hour, share a cup of coffee in the place that meant so much for the two of you. 

The coffee shop across the street from the music company he worked for was the very place the two of you had met all those years ago. In an afternoon much like this one, where the autumn leaves were stuck to the wet pavement, a light rain was falling over central Seoul and the weather made you dress a little warmer. 

That day you had been searching for a change of scenery as you wrote what would soon become your first published book, and Yoongi was looking for a different background after staring at his computer screen all day. 

As he crossed the street, hands deep in his military-green jacket, hair partially hidden by a black beanie, Yoongi could already see you sitting at your preferred spot, by the big glass wall. Yoongi much rather sit deep into the shop, as the busy passers-by always posed a distraction to him whenever he tried to write lyrics outside of his usual set up. 

You, however, always said that you liked to watch people walking by, often getting lost in watching the life outside the café. You were both writers, he supposed. But while he wrote songs to sing or rap, you built worlds for people to get lost in. 

Yoongi could never do what you did. 

He was about to knock on the glass, wave at you to show he arrived and was coming in, but as a guy approached you and took your attention completely, Yoongi froze. He knew who the guy was, having been served by the man many times during his visits to the coffee shop. And he also knew that Kai had a not so secret and very obvious crush on you. 

Yoongi couldn’t blame the guy, he was in the same boat afterall, and you seemed oblivious to both of their infatuations with you. But it always rubbed Yoongi the wrong way, especially now. Even if he knew that this agreement you had going on gave him absolutely no claim over you whatsoever. 

In fact, it made Yoongi’s throat feel a little dry as he realized that he wasn’t just teaching you things you could use in your book, but you could also use in real life. With other guys. With guys like Kai. 

Not that hooking up with him –if he could even really call it that– would mean any great changes in your life. You were naturally flirty, but not obnoxiously so. And you were already confident, never afraid of speaking your mind, a social butterfly that made friends with anyone, anywhere. 

All Yoongi was doing was taking the pressure off. 

By sharing these experiences with you, all he did was make sure that your “firsts” were with someone you trusted, someone you wouldn’t regret down the line. Even if virginity was just a concept created by society to control and overpower women over the centuries and dictate their values, it was still kind of a big deal. 

But once you were done with that unnecessary pressure, you’d be free to have all of the one night stands and adventures that your heart desired. You said so yourself, you never had them before because that’s not how you envisioned your first time. 

Yoongi didn’t think that’s what you had in mind when you asked for his help, and he was positive you were focused on writing your book and that was it. But it didn’t mean that you wouldn’t realize this once you were done with the novel. Once you were done with him. 

“Hey!” the knocking on the glass, coming from the inside, made Yoongi jump. You were looking at him expectantly with that sweet smile of yours, a little wave as you called him in. "Aren't you coming?"

"Yeah, yeah." 

By the time Yoongi walked into the neutral colored coffee shop, Kai was already gone and you were closing the lid of your laptop, waiting for him to walk to you. 

The smell of coffee and fresh pastries attacked Yoongi’s stomach, reminding him he had skipped lunch; a fact you’d definitely scold him for if you found out. He’d order something to eat in a bit, Kai never spent too long without an excuse to go back to your table anyway, at least he could do some work while blatantly flirting with you. 

“What were you doing out there?” you asked him with an amused smile, looking cute in your mustard-yellow knitted sweater. 

“Thought I forgot my phone for a sec.” he lied, patting the device on his pocket just to make sure he hadn’t actually. 

“I highly doubt you would, that’s like an appendage to you at this point.” you joked, pushing the plate with an orange muffin towards Yoongi. “Here. Eat.”

“How–”

“How did I know you didn’t eat? Call it an educated guess.” you jutted out your chin, resting back against your chair and taking a sip of your drink. You were having a hot chocolate today, which wasn't surprising as it was your drink of choice whenever the weather started to turn cold. “I like to think I know you pretty well, Yoon.” 

“If you really knew me, you’d have coffee waiting too.” Yoongi grumbled, using it to cover the fact that the knowledge you had of him and his habits made him a little giddy. 

“Nope, not until you eat. I don’t want you developing stomach problems with the amount of caffeine you already drink.”

You shook your head, blowing on your hot chocolate before taking another sip. Yoongi listened to you, as he always did, and plucked pieces of the muffin to take into his mouth. This was his favorite baked good from this coffee shop, something he had never tried before you showed up in his life. 

Now it was his usual order, his guilty pleasure to indulge in whenever he had a craving for something sweet. It didn’t have anything to do with you, he always tried to convince himself, it was just another one of his habits. 

“Were you writing?” Yoongi asked as you seemed distracted watching a woman walk a small dog outside. The dog was wearing even smaller rain boots, which was no doubt the reason for your delighted smile. 

“Mhm, I’m making progress, thankfully.” you nodded, attention moving back to him. “Thanks to you.”

“You’re the writer, I’m not doing anything.” he shrugged noncommittally, swallowing the last piece of his muffin.  

“We both know that’s not true.” after noticing he was done eating, you looked at the counter of the shop, lifting your hand in a thumbs up that made Kai nod in the distance. “You’re helping me in an unconventional way, but you are.”

“As long as it’s really helping.” 

Not even a minute later, Kai was back at your table, greeting Yoongi with an ‘afternoon, hyung’ and placing a coffee in front of him. One Yoongi hadn’t ordered or paid for. You had a proud little smile pulling on your berry-lipstick-lips, raising an eyebrow as if challenging Yoongi to say you didn’t know him again. 

“I think I managed to fix most scenes.” you got back on the subject, leaning forward on the table with your elbows, holding the hot chocolate mug between your hands. 

“Already?” Yoongi was surprised to say the least, but he knew what it was like to be under pressure to make through deadlines. 

“Yes, but the first chapters are pretty tame, so.” you justified. “Nothing I really need to delete and start over.”

“Good.” 

Yoongi got a little lost on the way you brought your drink to your lips, watching as your lipstick left a stain on the rim of the mug. He wondered how good that color would look staining his skin instead; his lips, his neck, his chest. 

“What about you? How did that meeting go yesterday?” you asked him earnestly, reaching out to hold his hand on top of the table and Yoongi felt little shocks where your hands met. 

“Ah, it went well, yeah. Pretty well, actually.” a tight lipped smile turned into a gummy one as he said: “I’m going to be working with Jae-sang sunbaenim.”

Your scoff was pained as you frowned: “I’m sorry, am I so out of the loop that I don’t know who that is?”

“You know him as PSY.”

The squeal that escaped your lips was high pitched enough to catch the attention of the table next to yours, but you never minded that and this time Yoongi didn’t mind the looks from strangers either. 

“What?!” you hissed, a lot more contained this time. “No way!”

“I’m pretty excited about it, actually.” Yoongi let out a small sound of his own; one that sounded like a squeak as he wanted to get up and do a little dance. But he didn’t. 

“You should be! That’s huge!” your hold on his hand was a little firmer, smile a little brighter. 

Yoongi had worked with famous musicians many times before. The main part of his job was writing and producing for other artists, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have his own mixtapes, and his own collaborations with stars that be admired; like IU –much for Jungkook’s delight and Jimin’s panic–, Suran, MAX and Lee Sora. But none of those had the potential of really making it internationally as this collab with PSY had. 

“He wants me to feature on it, too.” he told you, and your jaw dropped. 

“Yoongi! That’s amazing!” your other hand reached for his and you held it between yours. “You deserve it so much. I’m so proud of you, I hope you know that.”

“Thanks, doll.”

“We should do something to celebrate.” you stated before he had the chance to deflect. 

With a shrug, and the desire to hold onto your hands for the next three hours, he said: “We’re having coffee at our spot, that’s good enough.”

“Not for a collab with PSY it’s not.” you sounded almost offended. “I’d say we should go to Serendipity, but you hate clubs.” 

“Please don’t make me go there again.” his laugh was one of suffering and despair, which made you giggle. 

“Oh! I know!” you chirped, letting go of his hands in order to clap excitedly, just once. “I’m going to cook for you!”

“I thought you wanted to do something nice–”

“Hajimaaaa!” you complained with another laugh, one so contagious Yoongi found himself mimicking. “Maybe I’ll order something from Jin’s restaurant then, and put it in pans and dishes, so you think I cooked.”

“Sounds good, doll.” Yoongi agreed, which was the easiest thing to do. 

“Perfect! It’s a date then.”

OCTOBER 21ST | 18:03

By the time Yoongi made it to his car, he had already opened and buttoned up his shirt all of five times. He did trust Jimin when it came to fashion choices, but not when it came to mischief. And that group chat screamed ‘dongsaengs up to no good’. But the two boys did make Yoongi feel good about his choice of clothing, how he did his hair and the little bit of makeup he added to his lids just to make them pop. 

He could only hope you didn’t think he was trying too hard. 

Even though he was. 

Even if this wasn’t a date. 

Yoongi’s routine each time he sat in his car was always the same: Sit down, make sure the mirrors were all in the right position, start the car, connect his phone to the bluetooth sound system, pick a playlist he was in the mood for, seatbelt, drive. But this afternoon as he drove out of the parking lot of his not-so-modest-building in Hannam, the soundtrack for Yoongi’s drive was the beep of a connecting call. 

“Hyung!” Namjoon’s voice was the one fill his car as the call was connected. “You know you’re the only person who even makes calls these days, right? A text would have been fine.” 

“I’m driving, can’t text.” Yoongi provided as he leaned a little further front to see that his road was free and he could go. 

“Oh. Ohhh, are you going to see our favorite writer for your celebratory date?” Namjoon’s all knowing tone made a tiny smudge of heat taint his cheeks, but at least he wasn’t there to see it and tease him about it. 

More to himself than to his best friend, Yoongi felt the need to clarify: “Not a date, but yeah, I’m on my way.”

“And you called me to get tips on her latest chapters?” on the other line of the call, Yoongi could hear Namjoon’s voice turning a little clearer, as if he’d closed the door of his office. “I just read the edited ones and damn, hyung! Who knew you had that dirty mouth–”

“That’s not– She doesn’t write what we do word by word.” Yoongi panicked for a second, thinking about not only Namjoon, but the rest of the world reading what the two of you had been doing. With a whisper, he hissed: “Right?”

“Don’t worry, I’m just messing with you.” Namjoon laughed and Yoongi shook his head, fingers relaxing on the steering wheel. “But she’s been doing well, I don’t have any new pointers for the chapters. She’s a lot happier too, it seems, and I don’t think the book is the only reason why.”

“You know, that right there is the reason I’m calling you.” Yoongi scoffed for no one to see as he drove out of his neighborhood and into the busy roads of Seoul. So much for avoiding rush hour when the capital was hustling 24/7. 

“What did I do this time?” Namjoon sighed on the other side. 

“Not this time, still the same thing.” he said. “Why did you put this crazy idea into her head?”

“Hyung. It's been weeks.” his best friend sounded tired, as if they went over this time and time again. And they had. 

“Over a month and I already regret this–”

“Do you regret accepting it? Or do you wish she never asked you?” Namjoon had a way of using hard phrases and poetic analogies sometimes, the perks of being an editor and a published poet, no doubt. 

“What's the difference?”

“Well, in one scenario you realize you work better as friends, and in the other it means you got it bad.”

“I got it so fucking bad is not even funny.”

Admitting that to his best friend was easier over the phone. Even if Yoongi knew Namjoon and all of their other friends also knew about it. It was a miracle that you didn’t, at this point. Unless you did, but had been ignoring it in order to not make things awkward. 

If that was the case, Yoongi wasn’t sure if he should be thankful or worried.

“Ahh, I see. So your feelings are growing impossibly fast and you're starting to feel bad because you don't think this means the same for her as it means for you?” Namjoon summed it up as Yoongi stopped his car at a red light. 

The trees were in full autumn colors, all shades of red, yellow and orange. If Yoongi rolled his windows down, he was sure he could smell the pumpkin spice and cinnamon in the air, which always brought him a nice, warm feeling inside.  

“Was this part of a master plan to get back at me for senior year?” Yoongi asked after a lightbulb moment.

“What?”

“You know, Jiheun?”

Jiheun was a girl Namjoon had a massive crush on, back when they were both in High School. And Yoongi might have read the signs wrong and told his best friend that the girl liked him back. Only for poor, string bean, bowl cut, awkward Namjoon to ask her out and get rejected in the middle of the school cafeteria. 

“Wha- hyung! Of course not, it's been years I’m not that petty.”

“Okay, okay.” not that Yoongi thought Namjoon would do something like this as they were both adults now, but his anxiety-filled-brain still asked stupid stuff sometimes. 

“Besides, I have a simple solution to your problem.” Namjoon stated.

“Do tell, because I'm almost at her place.” not completely true, he still had one more stop on the way to your apartment. 

“Have you thought about confessing?”

Yoongi’s answer was the love child between a wheeze and a snicker. 

“If you're not happy about this agreement, but you still wanna help her, and be with her for real,” Namjoon continued, seeing as Yoongi was too gobsmacked to reply. “Then tell her how you're feeling.”

“What part of that solution is simple?” Yoongi asked with a glare directed to the panel of his car, hoping Namjoon could feel its heat. 

“It’s simple because it’s telling the truth.”

“The truth that could ruin everything. Her book, our friendship–” Yoongi argued, being interrupted by his best friend:

“Are you so afraid of rejection that you would rather keep hurting yourself? You know this arrangement won't last forever.”

“I know.”

“And maybe she feels the same way.”

Yoongi’s fingers tightened against the steering wheel just a little harder as he said: “That’s a big fucking maybe.”

“Didn’t you say she’s been calling you babe and shit? And you like… cuddle now?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Those are good signs, hyung!”

He knew that, it’s been plaguing his mind for the past couple of weeks. But to hear someone else say it, someone as rational as he was, made him feel like maybe it wasn’t just wishful thinking on his part. 

As if the universe was on his side for once in his life, Yoongi found a parking spot right in front of Maybell Bakery. You had promised to cook for Yoongi tonight, but he said he’d bring dessert. And you really liked the double layered, pumpkin pie that was only sold during the month of october and was extremely overpriced, so he placed an order and paid a little extra for it to be done by the time he was able to pick it up. 

“Alright, I’m here. Gotta go.” 

“Okay. Call me if something happens, I’m invested in this.” Namjoon said and Yoongi could picture his little grin that would most likely poke a dimple in his cheeks. 

“You better be, you’re the one who threw me into this mess.” Yoongi took his seatbelt off, but didn’t move, waiting for his friend to hang up. 

“You fail to remember that she’s the one who asked you, I didn’t tell her to go after you.” Namjoon pointed out in that know-it-all tone that fit him so well. “If I’m being honest, I thought she’d go for Hoseok hyung and not you.”

“What?!” Yoongi frowned at that new piece of information, hand freezing on the way to his key to turn off the car. 

“He’s more… Dom, you know? That seems to be more like her type.”

“Great–”

Yoongi did take control with you, and he had his moments in bed before, where he had girls and guys begging for him to let them cum, but he wouldn’t define himself as a Dom. Not the way Hoseok was, Namjoon was right about that. 

“But she still went after you, hyung! That counts for a lot.” Namjoon tried to backtrack but the damage was done. 

“I know, okay.” Yoongi took a deep, calming breath that didn’t do much to quell his nerves; of seeing you, of considering the ideas Namjoon was planting in his mind. “Nice going on telling the kids about this, by the way. Jiminie and Jungkook were teasing me about this date.”

“First of all, stop stalling and get out of your car already.” Namjoon laughed on the other side and Yoongi nodded to himself. “And second of all, I didn’t tell anybody.”

“Then how did they know–”

“Well, hyung. Have you ever thought that maybe she told them? And she’s thinking of this as a date?”

Yoongi had not, in fact, thought about that possibility. Not only were you a lot closer to the three younglings –who were closer to you in age– than Namjoon, you usually told each other everything, seeing as Jimin had been your best friend since way before he even met you. 

So to say it gave Yoongi all kinds of butterflies, the simple chance of you telling your best friend and his boyfriend that you were having a date tonight, officially, would be an understatement. 

“Go get your girl.” 

Namjoon’s encouragement was the last thing he heard before leaving his car to pick up your pie in the bakery. 

On the drive to your place, Yoongi’s nose was being attacked by the fresh baked goods resting on the passenger’s seat of his car, as his mind was plagued with the thoughts of you and him. 

You, who had walked into his life by mere chance, and stayed in it from your own insistence, as Yoongi hardly made new friends. You, who had the most expressive eyes Yoongi had ever seen. You, who owned his heart in a tight grip and you didn’t even know. 

You, who were already waiting for him at the front door of your apartment as the elevator dropped him off on your floor. 

“You don’t have to call me to buzz you in everytime, Yoon, you know the code to the gate.” was the first thing out of your pretty mouth as you walked him into your apartment. 

“So, what, am I supposed to just let myself in?” Yoongi’s smile was easy as he slipped out of his shoes. “Why don’t you give me the key to your apartment while you’re at it?” 

You giggled as you said: “Because then you might come in and steal all of my tangerines.”

Yoongi was rolling his eyes at your words, pink cheeks as you called him out on his small addiction to the fruit. You reached for him after you locked the door of your apartment, raising on your toes to kiss his lips in that way that made Yoongi feel like you were something more. 

“You look so handsome tonight.” you told him so, a hand smoothing the black silk shirt he was wearing.

“Thanks. You’re always looking pretty.” Yoongi told you in an unbribed moment of boldness, making you smile sweetly, hand still on his chest. 

You were wearing a black sundress with a tiny red cherries pattern that was too light for the weather outside, but perfect for the toasty ambiance you kept your apartment in. 

“Thank you.” you beamed, walking deeper into your apartment and leading him inside. “What’s that you got there?”

“Can’t you take a guess?”

Yoongi saw you eyeing the cardboard box with the pretty fall themed design when he walked in, and there was no way you couldn’t smell the festive pie. But you were still playing coy, as you usually did whenever anyone gave you gifts or did something nice for you; never one who liked to assume. 

You and him were pretty alike in that sense. 

“I know what I want it to be, but that would be impossible, because I’ve been calling Maybell and they keep telling me they are booked for the double layer pumpkin pie until next year.” you told him with a pretty pout. Yoongi had just felt your lips, but he wanted more. 

Focusing on the matter at hand, he placed the box on top of your small kitchen counter and pushed it closer to you as he said: “Why don’t you open it, then?”

You did so, pulling apart the dark orange bow to open the box, letting out a high pitched squeal as you saw the pie. Yoongi’s mouth watered at the sight, he could only imagine your excitement. 

“Yoongi!” you gushed with a small jump. “How the hell did you do this?!”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” he said, not really calculating his words and offering you a tight lipped smile as he realized how he sounded. 

“Cheesy.” you giggled, but reached out to squeeze his arm. “Thank you.”

“What smells so good?” Yoongi deflected. 

“That would be the bulgogi!” you chirped, pointing to the pan in the oven. “We can eat in a bit, and I hope it tastes as good as it smells.” 

“Well, you’re making it, so I’m sure it probably won’t–”

“Than–hey!” you laughed at his joke, huffing as you pretended to be mad, which made Yoongi laugh along. 

You shook your head and walked to the fridge, opening it to grab a wine bottle that Yoongi could recognize the label of. It was the brand and kind that he used to have at home, alongside his many bottles of whiskey. 

“Should we open this? It’s supposed to go well with the food, according to Naver.” you offered, and your eyes were pleading. 

“I’m driving, doll. If you had told me you wanted to drink, I would have taken a lift.” it hurt him to say that, and Yoongi didn’t like the way it made you bite your lip, uncertain. 

“You can spend the night.” you told him, avoiding his eyes as you placed the bottle on the counter. Not moving to open it, but not putting it away either. “Or you can leave your car here and I’ll drive it back to you tomorrow.” 

You didn’t like driving in Seoul, Yoongi knew that. You did have a license, and you drove whenever you absolutely had to, but it wasn’t something you’d offer lightly. Not only wouldn’t he put you through that, but the option of sleeping over at your place tonight was an inviting one. 

You had spent the night at his place before, shared a bed, so it wasn’t the end of the world and wouldn’t make Yoongi spiral. But this was the first time that you’d share your bed. And somehow that felt like a new step you were taking in whatever this was. 

Yoongi moved around you to take the bottle opener resting on the counter behind you and you smiled at his acceptance grabbing the two wine glasses you had already left out. 

Once the drink was poured into the glasses, you made the move to sit on the small couch of your modest apartment and Yoongi followed you closely. 

Your apartment was a small one bedroom unit, with a tiny kitchen and small living room. Enough for a single woman living alone in Seoul. It was filled with creams, whites and a few pops of color here and there. Yoongi could already notice the pumpkin shaped candle holder on top of your center table, and the cookie jar that looked like a ghost on your kitchen counter. 

“I see you’re getting ready for halloween.” Yoongi pointed out.

“Oh, those have been out since October first.” you smiled, following his line of vision. You pulled a maple leaf printed cushion and rested it over your legs to sit comfortably.  “You have to see my room, it’s really cute.”

Yoongi chuckled, because he could imagine the sheets that must be in autumn colors, maybe some bunting and pumpkin shaped fairy lights. 

“I’m thinking I want to do Halloween differently this year.” you started again, softly swirling the wine in your glass.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Jiminie wants to go to Serendipity for costume night.” you were nodding as you told Yoongi of the plans. 

“Of course he does.” he mused. “What are you thinking about dressing as? Sexy Anne Rice again?”

“Oh my god, that wasn’t supposed to be sexy!” you giggled with a cute blush on your cheeks, hiding your eyes behind a hand. 

“The fang marks on your neck made it sexy.” Yoongi hadn’t seen you dressed in the costume that was supposed to represent your favorite writer, that would mean he actually went to the halloween party last year, but he got many selcas and pictures of the night. 

“Well, it was an homage to her Interview With a Vampire world.” you explained and he smiled, because that was just so you. 

“What are you thinking of changing this year?” he asked and you moved a little on your seat. 

“I’m thinking about a couple's costume.” you said, not looking at him, and Yoongi’s blood ran cold. “Maybe I’ll dress up as Agatha Christie. Now I just need to find my Poirot.”

“That’s, uhm–” Yoongi nodded, gaining time to drink a few long sips of his wine. 

How was he supposed to answer that? You were thinking of going to a club with someone else? Wearing a couple’s costume? You knew Yoongi didn’t go to clubs or parties, so you obviously didn’t mean you thought you and him should go together. It was easy to wonder if you were talking to someone on the side. 

On the side of what? Yoongi asked himself bitterly. It’s not like you two were dating in the first place. It was easy for him to forget about it, but you clearly didn’t. 

“Are you thinking of doing anything?” you pushed as the silence grew too thick. 

“Nah. My building might have trick or treaters again, so I’ll just give out candy.” he shrugged, bringing the glass to his lips. 

“I can help you with that!” 

“I’m sure you’ll find your Poirot by then and will be too busy for your friends.” 

That was a jab at himself, a way for him to get it through his head that that’s what the two of you were. You were just offering him help to be nice, because you were really nice. So nice you’d have anyone wishing to go to a club with you as your date. 

Yoongi included. If you asked him. 

“Yeah, we’ll see.” you sounded a little disappointed as you sipped quietly on your wine, but that could have been his own projecting. “So how’s the collab with PSY coming along?”

As you both sipped on your wine, Yoongi told you all of what he knew so far about That That. He’d have a meeting with the artist again this following week, to talk about their expectations and schedules, but he was staying positive. 

You were so excited for him, hanging off to his every word, asking questions and being so supportive of him and everything he did that his hunched shoulders turned a little straighter and his breathing got a little easier. 

There was no need to be worried right now, Yoongi decided, the more wine he drank, the further away the lump in his throat got. No matter what happened tomorrow, he still had tonight. 

“I really hope he makes you dance.” you were saying as you brought the dinner to the small table, making Yoongi scoff. 

“There’s no fucking way I’m dancing.” he told you with a squint, following you with the last of the banchans. 

“Oh, come on, you’d be so good at it!” you told him without an ounce of doubt, giggling as you turned to face him. “I’m sure you can move those hips!” 

Yoongi had a bowl of kimchi in one hand and another of fresh cabbage slaw in the other, so he had no way of protecting himself when you held him by the hips, making him turn this way and that as if you were proving he could dance. 

“Hajimaaaa.” he warned you with closed eyes and a laugh on his lips. 

“Admit it, you’d be great at shaking that ass!” you continued to sway him, both of your laughs mixing together as he was just trying to put the food down. 

“I will do no such thing.” 

With each step forward Yoongi took, you took one backwards, until you both reached the table and he could place the banchans down. His hands were now free, so he could take yours away from his hips and pin them to his chest. 

“Hajima.” he repeated, a little lower this time, as he could smell the wine on your breath from close to each other you were. 

“Or what?” you challenged with a pretty, innocent smile. 

“Or I’ll have to stop you myself.” 

“I think Min Yoongi is the greatest dancer this country has ever–”

Yoongi felt your smile against his as his lips pressed against yours, softly, but determined. He let go of your hands in order to hold both sides of your face as his lips moved against yours, tongue licking between your lips for you to part them for him. You were holding onto his shirt, little gasps leaving you as his tongue swiped at yours. 

Yeah. At least he had tonight. 

OCTOBER 21ST | 21:17

As it turns out, Yoongi did not have tonight. 

Towards the end of the dinner –which was delicious, by the way–, you started to grow a little restless. Too stuck in your mind at times, not really answering Yoongi’s questions as if there was something worrying you. And Yoongi knew not to push you, you’d tell him whatever was bothering you whenever you felt comfortable to do so. 

He knew something was really wrong when he got up to take the empty dishes to the sink and you didn’t try to stop him, nor did you move to help. You stayed in your spot, looking at the top of the table as if you were reading something really important there. 

And then it came, the three words that made Yoongi’s stomach drop: “Can we talk?” 

Yoongi left the dishes where they were, too nervous and hands too trembling for him to attempt to wash any of them. When he turned to you, you weren’t sitting at the table anymore, but standing in the living room, looking over at the city lights outside your window, arms around yourself as if you were trying to self soothe. 

“What’s up?” he asked you, voice wavering. 

“I’m not sure how I feel about this agreement anymore.” you were blunt and straight to the point. The dinner and the wine were trying to make a comeback, but Yoongi held himself together. 

“Oh.”

“I mean, I did learn a lot–I am learning a lot. Each time we… do something, it’s fun and nice and I really enjoy myself.” this is when you turned around to face him and it wasn’t fucking fair that you looked this good while you were about to break his heart. 

“Okay.” 

“Maybe you were expecting to have sex tonight–”

Hearing this made Yoongi take a couple steps to close the distance between you, but stopped short of touching you. “No, doll. Stop, you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to explain yourself to me, you know I’d never push you.”

“I know.” you nodded softly, avoiding his eyes, twirling the ring on your finger. 

“We can just drop everything, I told you from the start.” he assured you once more, having to stick his hands into his pocket to stop himself from reaching out to touch you. He’d never get to touch you again. Pretending this wasn’t hurting him, that his hands wouldn’t shake if they were out of his pockets, that the lump in his throat wasn’t back. “There’s no pressure. You’re free to walk away whenever you want.”

“Yeah, okay.” you sniffed, as if you were about to cry. Yoongi’s heart broke for a whole different reason. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” he shrugged, even if he was positive nothing would ever be right again. 

“It’s not. I really didn’t mean for this to happen… God, I’m so silly.” you chuckled, but it was a heavy one. You took a step back, both hands on your waist as you shook your head. 

“You’re not silly, you wanted to make your book better.” Yoongi supplied. 

He wondered if he should just count his losses and leave, walk away with the little bit of dignity he still had left, make this easier for you as well. And he couldn’t even drive home, not with how much wine he had. He could take a cab and ask one of his friends to come back for his car tomorrow; what annoyed him was that he couldn’t even have Namjoon do that as payback when the man didn’t drive. 

“Yeah, and what do I do?” you asked, obviously a rhetorical question as you laughed at yourself.  “I ask the guy I have a crush on to help me.”

“What–”

“As if that crush wouldn’t turn into feelings!” you continued, waving a hand in the air. 

Yoongi’s mind was a mess as he tried to make sense of your words. His voice came out as a high pitched sound as he asked: “Feelings?”

“I know I made this awkward. I’ll understand if you need me to step away for a little while.” you said, still not looking at him, still talking to yourself as you started walking from one side to the other, hands and arms making random gestures. “You know what, if anything, Namjoon made this awkward.”

“Doll.”

“He knows how I’ve always felt about you, and you know what he told me just this afternoon?” you looked at him then, but it was fleeting. “That I should just confess! As if that was so damn easy.”

Yoongi’s lips split into a grin and suddenly the weight was lifted. His stomach stopped turning, but the butterflies were still there. His cold sweat wasn’t of anxiety anymore and the trembling in his body was from excitement, not dread. 

“Doll.”

“Well, this is the last time I’m ever listening to that giant fool–”

“Baby.”

At the term of endearment your mouth closed and you looked at Yoongi with wide, sparkling eyes. He walked to you then, hesitance flying out the window. When his hand touched your face, you didn’t flinch or pull away from him, leaning into his touch. 

“Why are you doing this?” you asked softly, eyes closing, bottom lip pushing out. “Shouldn’t you be running?” 

“I should be doing exactly this.” Yoongi pressed his lips to your forehead and you let out a shuddering breath. 

“Yoon, it will only hurt more when you leave.” you pouted, and the producer guessed it was a good time to let you in on a little detail you seemed to still be missing. 

“What if I don’t leave, hm?” he lifted your face when you avoided looking at him. “What if I have feelings for you too?” 

“Well, that would be great, but–” you were about to start spinning again when you gasped. “Do you?” 

“Thought it was obvious.” he chuckled, gums out and everything. 

“Nuh-uh!” 

Your jaw dropped and you blinked slowly, kinda like a cat, letting his words sink in, the small brushing of his thumb on your cheek that dragged down to touch your bottom lip. Then your lips kissed the pad of Yoongi’s digit, he looked at your eyes to find nothing but joy. 

“Will you take me out on a date, then?” you asked, hands circling his torso in a hug. 

“I think we just had our first date.” Yoongi looked over his shoulder to the table where your dinner had been perfectly pleasant until the moment you got in your head. 

But Yoongi understood now why you were so restless, why you sunk in on yourself and barely touched your food towards the end of the dinner. He could imagine exactly all that had been plaguing your mind, as the same thing was running through his. 

“But I’ll take you on a second one.” he said, kissing your cheek. “And on a third one. And fourth one.” 

You were giggling and squeezing him as he kissed all over your face, just to hear more of your sweet noises. “Does that mean you’re my boyfriend now?” 

“If you want me to be.” Yoongi nodded, pulling his face away from yours so he could look into your eyes as he asked: “Do you want to be mine?” 

“I’ve been yours, babe.” your arms unwrapped from his middle so you could hug his shoulders. “You have no idea for how long.” 

“Let’s keep it that way, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

You were smiling as Yoongi held your face a little firmer, pressed his lips to yours a little harder. It was just supposed to be a celebratory kiss, really, one that marked the end of your arrangement and the start of your relationship. Until he swiped his tongue between your lips and you parted them with a moan. Your hands slipped into his hair, his dropped to your waist. 

The wet sounds of your mouths sliding together were turning Yoongi’s happiness and elation into pure desire, greed and desperation. You were his now. Properly. Truly. You were with him because you had feelings for each other, not because of a silly book.

With the way you were pressing yourself to him, as if trying to melt and mold the two of you into one being, he could guess you were feeling the same way. When you pulled your lips from his, they were red and slightly swollen, and your eyes were like a kaleidoscope, pulling him in, making him dizzy with all of your colors and shapes. 

“You wanna see my room?” you invited, making Yoongi’s stomach do a flip. 

“I do wanna see your Halloween decor.” he nodded with a grin. 

You smiled and took his hand with yours, palms and fingers slotting together as if they belonged just like that. You dragged him out of the living room, through the short hallway and into your bedroom, turning the lights on to let him see the space. 

Your bedroom followed the same color patterns as the rest of the apartment, lots of whites and creams, but the apricot orange bed sheets complimented the halloween decorations sprinkled here and there. Your double bed was pressed against the furthest wall, right under a high window. Your dresser was cluttered with makeup, an opened jewelry box, a few papers and your laptop. On the headboard of your bed, a string light with little white ghosts was hanging, which you turned on as soon as you walked into the room. 

Next to your bed, on top of the white nightstand, was a book, a case of wireless earbuds Yoongi had gifted you on your last birthday, and a printed picture of you and him. It had been taken months ago, by Hoseok and one of his many disposable cameras, but Yoongi didn’t know you had kept it. 

“Ah.” you said with a small laugh, wrapping your arms around Yoongi’s middle as you noticed what he was looking at. “I was hoping you might see that and realize I’m in love with you.” 

“You could have my face as a blanket and I still wouldn’t have realized that.” Yoongi chuckled, pulling you to his front and bending down to pick you up. “It’s nice to hear it, though.” 

You squealed as he lifted you with strong arms, biceps bulging in his tight shirt as you wrapped your legs around his waist and held on. Your gasp made him feel really good about himself. 

“Bed?” you offered with a smile and an eyebrow wiggle. 

“Bed.” 

Yoongi was nodding as he took the two steps to reach your bed, holding you with a tight grip until he sat down against your headboard. The little plastic ghosts clinked and poked him in the back of the neck as he settled with you on his lap, making you giggle. 

“Come here.” Yoongi urged and you complied. 

Your small hands were on his chest, sliding on the silk fabric until your fingers came in contact with the triangle of skin created by the three buttons he left open –per Jimin’s advice–. Each of your legs were on one side of Yoongi’s hips, straddling him as you sat right on top of him. 

“Did I tell you that you look pretty tonight?” you asked him as you dragged your nails on his skin, nose touching his, lips brushing together. 

“Did I tell you that you look pretty every night?” he countered, eyes closing as he took your bottom lip between his teeth. 

You mewled softly, chasing Yoongi’s mouth once he let go of your lip. Your kiss was heated, deep, full of tongue and little moans that grew louder and louder as you started to rock your hips back and forward, dragging your core on Yoongi’s erection, making it feel harder and harder with every slow sway of your hips. 

Yoongi’s hands were moving up and down your legs, slipping under your dress and growing bolder as you pushed into his hands when they settled on your ass. He squeezed the flesh, fingertips dragging on the tiny material that felt like lace under his touch. 

His hips flexed up at the same time that you pressed down and the pressure on your core must have felt good, for you to throw your head back with closed eyes and parted lips. Yoongi took that as an invitation to kiss down your jaw, covering your throat in kisses, choosing a spot at the side of your neck to latch on. 

“Yes, babe–” you breathed out, a hand slipping into his hair as if you were trying to keep him there. 

“Mine.” he growled against your skin. 

Yoongi licked your neck, as if preparing the skin to take his mark, sucking on the soft patch once he deemed it warm enough. Yoongi suckled hard enough to hurt, but you were lighting up with the sting, skin blooming with a red and purple bruise. 

“All yours.” you nodded breathlessly, moaning as your hips never settled. 

With one arm around your waist, Yoongi trailed kisses on the length of your shoulder, knocking the tiny strap of your sundress down. Your movement made Yoongi pull back a little to watch you push the other strap of your dress down, looking at him with an inviting bite on your bottom lip. 

He was looking at you, gaze boring into yours, as his hands moved from under your dress to climb up your ribs to touch your breasts. They felt so full and soft and perfect as he squeezed both on each palm, your lips falling open with a sigh as he pulled the top of your dress down. 

Your breasts spilled free and Yoongi groaned, looking at your pretty, perky and pebbled nipples, shade a little darker than your own skin. 

“My eyes are up here.” you giggled, but you weren’t able to mask your nervousness. 

“Mhm, and I love them too.” Yoongi nodded, but his gaze stayed where they were, watching the mounds of your breasts move as he cupped them both, rolling your nipples with his thumbs. You gasped and whined, which prompted the question: “Sensitive?” 

“Guess so.” you nodded shyly, nails scraping at his scalp. “My own hands never really did much, but guess your fingers–ooh.” 

You gasped, closing your eyes as Yoongi watched your face contort in pleasure as he pinched your nipples between his pointer fingers and thumbs. 

“My fingers?” he probed, just to hear more of your shaky tone. 

“I love them.” you mewled. “You have really sexy hands, did you know?” 

Yoongi chuckled, not thinking much as he said: “Yeah, I’ve been told.”

Your grasp on his hair tightened as you stared at him right in the eye, lines between your eyebrows as you frowned. 

“Only I can have them now.” you stated with a hint of possessiveness that made Yoongi shiver. “Just so you know.” 

“I know, doll.” he told you so with a little chuckle that didn’t last long as his mouth met the heated skin of your collar bones. 

“Yeah?” you whined, squeezing his hair between your fingers. 

“Mhm, I’m all yours.” he told you in hopes of quelling your worries, even though your jealousy was hot. “And you’re all mine.” 

You whispered a tiny ‘okay’ that turned into a moan as Yoongi kissed his way to your breasts, choosing a nipple to latch on. His lips wrapped around the bud and he sucked it into his mouth, dragging his tongue around it to hear you make more of those delicious sounds, just for him. 

Pushing your chest harder against his face, you resumed the rocking of your hips, making him groan around your nipple, pulling off of it with a pop. As Yoongi switched to repeat the same treatment with your other nipple, you started to unbutton his shirt, button by button, getting a little worked up when your trembling fingers took longer to pop one open. 

“Can you lay down for me?” Yoongi asked as his kisses changed direction and his hands squeezed your hips. 

“Are we really doing this?” you asked with a nibble on your bottom lip, which made Yoongi pause. 

“We don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” 

“No, no, I do, just… Don’t want you to think I asked to be your girlfriend so I could get in your pants.” you reasoned, making him laugh. 

“Shouldn’t I be telling you that?” he mused. “You’ve been in my pants, baby.”

“Ahh, yeah, okay.” you giggled sweetly, moving off of his lap to keel on your bed. 

“Cute.” 

Yoongi was smiling like a fool in love as he moved to give you space to lay on your pillows, in the middle of your bed. While he pushed his shirt off his arms and let it fall on the floor, you pulled your sundress off the rest of the way. Yoongi’s breath got caught as he looked at you like that, for the first time, only a flimsy pair of panties on, which you removed even before you laid down for him. 

He wanted to tell you that you were absolutely perfect, gorgeous all over, but the way you spread your legs for him, as your hands rested on your lower stomach, lip worried between your teeth, Yoongi didn’t know any words anymore. 

Except maybe ‘want’ and ‘now’. 

Yoongi was lowering himself between your legs, laying on his stomach as he kissed your inner thighs, sucking on the signs of your arousal that he found there. You smelled so good and looked so wet that he couldn’t resist bringing two of his fingers to your pussy, spreading your lips so he could see all of you. 

You mewled as your back arched off the mattress, spreading your legs even wider for him. 

“You’re so tight, baby.” he teased as the tips of his fingers circled your little entrance, watching as it clenched at his words. “How am I ever going to fit here, hm?” 

“Been wondering the same thing, if I’m honest–” you chuckled breathlessly, hands falling to grab onto the comforter under you. 

“I’ll be gentle.” Yoongi told you as his middle finger pushed deeper inside you, just the tip, pulling it out to bring it to your clit. “Stretch you nice and slow at first.” 

“Yoongi–” you moaned as he flicked your bundle of nerves. 

“Gonna have to fuck you over and over again, so your body understands you’re mine.” he told you so, fingers touching you all over as his lips met your lower ones. “That okay with you, doll?” 

“Mhmm, so okay.” 

Yoongi’s fingers dragged down to your clenching hole again and stayed there, teasing your entrance, collecting more of your wetness, pushing in slowly but retrieving whenever your moaning became pained. Yoongi didn’t want to hurt you, he wanted you to feel nothing but pleasure and love. 

The flat of his tongue met your clit, lapping slowly and repetitively, until your moans became those of enjoyment. Once he was sure you were relaxed and content, Yoongi pushed the fingers into you again. He could feel your walls stretch to accommodate the digits, cock complaining inside his pants for being so constricted as all he wanted was to be buried inside you. 

The more he sucked on your clit, the more you moaned and moved your hips in little circles, pushing his fingers deeper and deeper inside you. You were growing wetter and wetter and Yoongi was swallowing every sweet drop you gave him. 

“How do you feel?” he asked quietly, between rubs of your clit with the tip of his tongue. 

“Doesn’t hurt as much anymore… Better than I thought.” you told him with a little whine. “Want more, babe.” 

“Yeah? Think you’re ready for me?”

“Born ready!” you chirped with a little drunk giggle and the nodding of your head. “Please fuck me.” 

Yoongi hummed and left one last kiss against your clit, which made you squirm and squeal. He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, scissoring them apart for good measure, to stretch you around them so you could take his cock. 

You moved up a little on your pillows, from where you had slipped down with all your squirming, attentive eyes watching all of him, making him grow a little shy. Yoongi could read the desire in your eyes, you wanted him as bad as he wanted you and it was making him fluster a little, neck and chest feeling a little hot. 

As he pulled his wallet from his back pocket you asked: “Are you buying anything right now?” 

“I’m getting a condom, doll.” Yoongi laughed at your wide eyes as you understood. 

“We don’t need one.” you told him while sitting up to touch his stomach and chest, kissing his lower belly as your hands got to work on his belt and button. “I’ve been on the pill since we started this.” 

“A–are you sure?” his stammering was what made you giggle no doubt. 

With your little nod, Yoongi let his wallet drop to the floor where his shirt lay discarded and helped you push his pants and underwear off in one go, baring himself to you just as you were to him. You smiled sweetly and playfully licked at his tip, sending a rocking shiver all over his body. 

“Jesus–” he hissed, taking a finger under your chin to make you look at him. “Lay down.” 

“Be gentle.” you begged with a pout, which Yoongi kissed. “Go slow.” another kiss, one that became a dragged moan as your hand wrapped around his shaft. “And make me cum all over your big cock–”

“Okay, lay down, now.” 

Your giggle was high pitched as Yoongi pinched your sides and had you squirming away from him to lay down on the bed. The man pushed your knees apart so he could lay on top of you, between your legs, heavy, painfully hard cock resting between your warm and slippery folds, making you both moan. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck, nails and fingertips dragging up and down his back as he pulled you into a kiss. Yoongi kissed you slowly, deeply, full of passion and want and need. Your lips moved together as your tongues clashed with one another, breaths fanning each other’s faces. 

When you started to move your hips back and forth, rubbing yourself on his cock, Yoongi moaned into your lips and you took his bottom one into your mouth to suck on and drag between your teeth. 

His hand ventured between your bodies to stroke his cock a few times, teasing himself, pumping him to make him drip beads of pre-cum on your lips. He brushed the tip between your folds to open you up to him, leading his cock to your entrance. You started breathing harshly, so Yoongi kissed your cheek and jaw to relax you, whispering praises that made you calm down. 

“I promise it won’t hurt as much as you expect it to.” he told you and you hit him with a snort that screamed ‘how would you know?’ which made him bite back a little smile. “I’ll be careful. You’ll be begging me to fuck you harder in no time.” 

“Fuck, okay, I like that.” you writhed under him as he pressed his thumb to your clit to distract you from the sting as he pushed his cock into you, just the tip, breaching you for the very first time. “Shit, that’s– a lot.” 

“Just breathe, you’re doing so well…”

Yoongi was holding himself up with an arm, chest pressed against yours, your body so small in comparison to his. Your small hands were on each side of his neck, your lips pressed against the side of his face as you let out the prettiest little sounds. 

He was gentle with you, just as he promised, allowing you to get used to him, while holding back from taking you as he wanted. You felt so warm and so fucking tight, wet as slippery as he pushed in little by little, listening to your moans and stopping whenever you showed any signs of discomfort. 

Yoongi could feel you clenching around him as his cock throbbed inside you and he made the mistake to look down, where your bodies met, and he saw the way your cunt was swallowing him, swollen clit and puffy lips. 

“You’re amazing.” he told you as an afterthought. 

“Pretty sure you’re doing all the work–” you managed to croak out. 

“I’m sorry it hurts, baby.” he leaned down to kiss the frown between your brows, the pout on your lips. 

“It feels good.” you whispered against his lips as they found yours. “Just feel so full, but it’s nice.” 

“Yeah? Can I move a little?” 

“Mhmm, you can.” 

With desperation, you parted your mouth to take Yoongi’s lips and he kissed you back, the hand between the two of you easily finding your clit to rub it in small circles as his hips pulled out and then fucked him back in, making you cry out. The more you moaned, the more he rolled your clit to distract you and little by little you opened up to him, making the slide in and out a little easier. 

Soon he couldn’t see any traces of pain in your pretty face, and that’s when he started to let go of his own restraints, starting to fuck you in a quicker pace that would catapult him into a different dimension with how hard you were squeezing him and how deep your nails were sinking in on his skin. 

Your body was rocking with each fuller thrust and harsher pace, little cries of yes, yes, yes! letting him know that it was okay and you could take it. 

“You feel so good, baby–” his voice was broken as his hips snapped back and forward. “I didn’t think anything could be better than your mouth, but–” 

“Good to know you liked my blowjob so much.” you bantered, a dopey smile on your lips. “I can suck you off anytime you–fuck, Yoongi!” 

Instead of fucking in and out of you, Yoongi tentatively rolled his hips, pressing deeper and harder, and you seemed to like that, wrapping your legs around him to keep him close to you. 

“Like this?” he gruffed next to your ear. 

“Yeah, right there–oh my god, the fuck is that–” 

Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh as his cock started to repetitively hit your g-spot with each new shallow thrust that was still enough to make you bounce under him, some so strong that it made the little ghosts on the headboard shake. 

“I’m gonna cum, babe, please–!” 

You warned but he already knew it. Could feel you squeeze him impossibly tight, walls milking him for his own release, but he wouldn’t get there before you did. His thumb rolled your clit in quick figure eight movements, despite the tight fit for his arm between the two of you, as his hips pulled almost all the way out, only to snap back in and roll against yours. 

The noises of the creaking bed under your combined weights and the skin slapping against skin only lost to your loud yelp as you let go and your orgasm washed over you. Yoongi’s mouth latched onto your nipple to suck and you trembled all over, twitching with the aftershocks as your climax lasted and lasted. 

Your cunt was clamping so tight, sucking him in so strongly that Yoongi couldn’t even pull out of you, he just stayed there, letting your pussy milk his orgasm out of him. You both moaned together, bodies sticking with sweat, hugging each other for dear life as Yoongi filled you up. 

As your breathing calmed down, Yoongi stayed close to you, peppering kisses all over your face. 

“I love you.” he finally told you, hearing your tiny chuckle of bliss. 

“I know.” 

“Do you, now?” he laughed, pulling out of you slowly to fall onto the bed next to you, trying not to crush you with his weight. 

“Mhm. You wouldn’t fuck me this good if you didn’t.” you grinned, trying to mask a wince as you were empty again, legs closing shut to keep his mess inside.

“You’d be surprised.” Yoongi joked, which earned him a slap to the chest. 

“Stop making me jealous!” you whined, but couldn’t hold onto your pout as you laughed. 

“I didn’t know you were so jealous, doll.” 

Yoongi got up from your bed, not bothering to put his clothes back on as he left your room to walk into your bathroom. There he found more makeup bits, perfumes he knew well, and a vampire soap dispenser that made him laugh. 

“You have no idea how many times I had to tell Kai you were straight.” you were saying as Yoongi looked through your cabinet to grab a clean towel, almost hitting his head on the marble top as he heard you. 

“Wait, what?” 

Once the small tower was wet, and his dick was properly clean, he made it back to your room to find your abashed little smile. 

“You know Kai, the guy from our coffee shop?” you said as if it should be obvious. “He keeps hitting on you, but you’re always clueless. So he keeps asking me what’s your deal and I always tell him you don’t like boys.” 

“You’re kinda right, I just like you.” 

Yoongi couldn’t help but be amused about this new development, but as long as Kai was into him, Yoongi wouldn’t have to worry he might be into you. And it offered many opportunities for him to make you a little jealous, maybe a little more possessive over him. 

Not that you ever had anything to worry about, as far as Yoongi was concerned, he’d belong to you for as long as you wanted him. 

He got back to the bed and helped you pry your legs open, just so he could clean the mess the two of you had made together, both choosing to stay naked as you pulled him back to lay down next to you. 

You were laying on his chest as you said:

“That was so good, Yoon.” 

“Yeah?” he squeezed you a little tighter against his chest, lips pressing to the crown of your head. “Better than the pie?” 

“The pie!”

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Like free backstage access, free ticket to any and every concert your heart desires, being flown around the world to see him just because he “missed you”, the sure notion that you’d be going home with him every time, and unlimited access to his members.

Day two of D-DAY The Final was coming to an end, the last encore of the night was ringing loudly in your ears as you waited for Yoongi to be done with his set tonight. Seoul had never felt hotter than it did this past week, summer in full swing, and it was made even worse by the very hot man blowing off the roof of the KSPO Dome for hundreds of thousands of fans. 

You were holding onto a cold water bottle, sipping from the straw poked on the lid, the kind reserved for the artists performing, no doubt being sent to you by Yoongi himself. Unless the staff girl who delivered it to you had suddenly developed a liking to you, when just this morning she’d be sending you glares during the first, private, soundcheck. 

“I was so embarrassed, like, right at the beginning of the song?” Jungkook had his eyes closed and a light blush on his tanned cheeks. “There's someone in the mirror that you don't know– I didn’t remember any of it.” 

“ARMY was just happy to see you, Kookie, they didn’t even notice it, I promise.” you assured the man, reaching out to squeeze his arm in support. “You were still incredible last night.” 

“I wanted to do it again tonight, to redeem myself, but hyung said no.” the man had a sheepish bunny smile on his lips, leaning just a little closer to you as the screams outside grew louder. 

“Tonight was Jiminie’s turn, but maybe tomorrow?” you offered, watching him shrug in response. 

You were both backstage, where you’d usually stay during concerts that took place in Korea, using one of the storage boxes as a perch. Your feet didn’t really touch the ground from here, legs swinging in the rhythm of the song playing, while Jungkook was standing up next to your knees. 

You and Yoongi had a few almost-getting-caught scares in the past, where some fans recognized your face and thought it was weird that you were a recurring guest at BTS concerts, going as far as speculating if you were one of the members’ secret girlfriend. You made it to the Dispatch twitter feed once and it was enough for Yoongi to grow protective; either of you, or his own image, you didn’t know. 

For this very reason, you usually stayed with the crew, watching from the smaller TV screens instead of mingling in the crowd or reserved VIP seats. 

Jungkook had the option of watching it from the bleachers tonight, too, where Jimin and a few other close guests were, but he decided to keep you company. Out of all of the members, the maknae was the one to go out of his way to keep you entertained, strike up a conversation and just be pleasant whenever you saw each other. The other five were always polite and you didn’t think any of them frowned upon your arrangement with Yoongi, but Jungkook was always the nicest. 

Maybe it was because of his overall friendly and gentle personality, maybe it was because of the crush he held that you pretended not to know about. 

“I’m glad you weren’t here last night.” he chuckled, bringing your eyes from the TV where Yoongi was dancing while introducing his band and back to the young man in front of you. “I would have been mortified if you had seen that.” 

You didn’t have the heart to tell him you watched the concert stream from your home, so you did catch Jungkook’s tiny mess up when he joined Yoongi for the very special performance of Burn It. Instead, you went with: “Oh, I’m sure it was much worse in your head! I wouldn’t even have noticed it.” 

“You’re too nice, noona.” he beamed, hugging his torso by crossing his arms. 

“I am sad I missed the performance of Seven, though.” you continued, watching his face light up. “I really like that song, you know?” 

“Ah, thanks.” his smile turned a little shy, a pretty chuckle slipping from his pierced lips. 

When the final notes of The Last –a truly heartbreaking song that made your heart clench every time you heard it– filled the space, both you and Jungkook turned to the entrance of the backstage area, where staff were already pulling on the curtains and lighting flashlights to illuminate the path. 

Yoongi was dripping in sweat when he appeared, heavy curtains being closed once again, keeping him safe from the public’s view. You could tell, even from far away, that his body was buzzing with adrenaline, hand constantly pushing his hair back; as if he hadn’t done enough of it all night. 

Not that you were complaining, far from it. Yoongi looked stunning at all times, but there was something about his concert afterglow, almost as ethereal as how he looked after a good orgasm. 

His team was all over him in a second, girls dabbing a clean white towel to dry his sweat, someone else offering him a water bottle that looked exactly like yours, a staff reaching into the back of his shirt to pull out the cords of his earpiece and remove his mic pack. 

Only after bowing and waving them off, Yoongi looked around, just like you knew he would. He was nibbling on the inside of his lips, eyebrows kissing as he searched for something. 

As he searched for you. 

Because you never made it easy for him, you never rushed out to find him, and he knew that. It was bad enough people around knew what you were to each other, knew you were only there to take away Yoongi’s pent up energy, but you’d be sent on your way home at the end of the night. 

You didn’t need to be known as the clingy fuck buddy that didn’t know her place. 

But it never took Yoongi too long to find you, and your stomach was swarmed with red colored butterflies every time he did. 

“Get the car ready.” Yoongi told his manager, eyes stuck on you as he gave out the order. “Gonna make my way out right now. Just give me a minute.” 

“Sure, Yoongi-ssi. Good job tonight.” the man bowed and pulled out a radio device from his pocket, walking away as he relayed the information: “Car one, on the ready. Standby–”

Yoongi was a man on a mission as he walked up to you, your face breaking into the prettiest smile as you saw him see you. You were so fucking pretty tonight, it was as if you didn’t want him to hold off long enough to get out of the venue. Your pretty black dress had been a present from Yoongi himself, brought to you from his latest trip to Japan, and it was the first time he’d ever seen you wearing it. 

Because the teasing mirror selcas you took when you received the package didn’t count. Not by a long shot. Your breasts looked a lot softer in person, the bit of shimmer he could see covering the perfectly round mounds could be either from sweat, despite the AC working hard to keep the backstage cool, or from whatever lotion you liked to apply that made your skin smell and look so good. 

You were temptation on legs, the kind Yoongi couldn’t resist. He hadn’t for years now, wasn’t about to start, either. 

Breaking his tunnel vision, a wider frame blocked Yoongi’s view of you. Wide chest and tattoos making Yoongi falter, stance almost breaking as Jungkook opened his arms to hug him. 

“Hyung! You were so cool up there!” the maknae clinged to him, obviously not minding his sweaty shirt clinging to his chest. “Are you feeling better?”

Yoongi hadn’t seen Jungkook in the VIP area, alongside Jimin and his friends that came to watch the concert tonight, he didn’t even know the youngling would be here tonight. Had Jungkook been backstage all night? With you? Looking like that?

“Thanks, Kook-ah.” he patted the man on the back, gently pushing him off to break the hug. “I’m fine, about to crash.” 

“Hey.” you were greeting, still seated behind Jungkook, making Yoongi step around him to finally get to you. 

Your sweet smile was still there even Yoongi held both sides of your face in his slightly trembling hands to press a kiss to your lips. Your hands held onto his shirt, squeezing and tugging him closer. And Yoongi wanted nothing more than to lick into your mouth, slip his hand to the back of your neck and show everyone just who would be taking you home tonight. 

But you were the one to break the kiss, looking down as if you were shy –which was weird enough, as you were never shy with him–, but then your eyes looked at a spot behind Yoongi’s shoulder, where Jungkook was very much watching the exchange, despite pretending he wasn’t bothered by it. 

It made Yoongi frown, a small twist in his guts and the picking up of his already haywire heart sitting uncomfortably in his chest. 

“Come.” Yoongi called to you, offering you his hand, being thankful when you took it without hesitation. You jumped from your spot on the equipment box, letting Yoongi keep you by his side. Turning to Jungkook, he checked: “You’re leaving now, too? Or are you going with Jimin?” 

Yoongi started to walk, bringing you along and Jungkook got into step with the two of you, on Yoongi’s other side. With a small shake of his head, the maknae spoke:

“Jimin hyung already left, but I think my car is already waiting too.” 

“Good, get home safe.” Yoongi patted the boy on his back, adding: “Sleep so that you can heal from that cough. Don’t go drinking and turning on a live.” 

“I like his random lives.” you giggled, short legs forcing you to almost skip in order to keep up with the two of them. 

“Don’t enable him, kitten.” Yoongi sent you a look, but you only grinned harder. 

The path had been cleared out for the artist to exit the venue as quickly as possible. The longer he took, the more fans would be leaving the KSPO, the more difficult it would be for a swift getaway; not to mention all the traffic and reporters that could most likely follow. 

Two cars were already waiting right by the backstage garage and Jungkook was led into the closest one first. Yoongi was already pulling you to the car in front of it, the one that was assigned to him, when Jungkook’s calling made you stop. 

“Noona, I’ll text you about that coffee, okay?” the way Jungkook avoided looking at Yoongi wasn’t lost on the rapper. 

“Looking forward to it!” was your small reply as you waved. 

Yoongi gave your hand a little squeeze, your cue to hurry up. You never knew who could be lurking in underground garages afterall, so you bowed your head to avoid hitting it on the roof of the car and stepped in. Yoongi was right behind you, the door being shut right away. Two taps to the roof of the vehicle has the driver turning it on and quickly exiting the venue. 

“What was that about coffee?” Yoongi asked you, not bothering to put on his seatbelt as he let his body mold into the cool backseat. “Are you sharing recipes now?”

“Ah, no. He mentioned wanting to take me out for coffee and asked for my number.” you replied, hoping Yoongi wouldn’t be bothered by it. One of his eyes parted to look at you, an unreadable expression crossing his face. 

“And you said yes?” 

You shrugged a little, licking between your lips. “Is there a reason why I shouldn’t?” 

“Guess not.” Yoongi offered you a tight lipped smile, but yours faltered. 

This was one of the things that really bothered you in this arrangement you had going on with Yoongi. The blindness of this man when it comes to your own feelings. You couldn’t even really blame him for it, when you knew what you were getting yourself into from the start. You knew right away Yoongi didn’t like relationships, he was much too chill to look for labels, to make himself stuck with one person when he was already too busy for his own liking. 

And you were okay with that for a long while, you were still okay with this, or you would have put a stop to it any time he called you for a late night or middle of the day booty call. But sometimes you looked at him and your heart did a thing. That’s when it was a little harder to swallow down the lump in your throat and accept that this is all you would ever be to him, until the day his someone special came along. 

Someone you knew he couldn’t say no to, someone who wouldn’t settle for less, someone so incredible they might take Yoongi’s heart. 

Or until your someone showed up in your life. 

You hoped for that to happen first. 

Maybe with Jungkook. 

You watched with a heavy heart as Yoongi reached for the air conditioning controls in the panel of the door on his side to make the backseat all the cooler. 

“It was really hot today, wasn’t it?” you changed the subject swiftly. 

“Fuck yeah, and the lights don’t make it better.” Yoongi chuckled in that raspy way of his and you were gone. Making home in his back pocket, fitting on the palm of his hand, wrapping yourself around his pinky finger. “I was dripping out there.” 

“So was I.” you offered him a little smirk as his eyes met yours, lowering as he watched you bite your bottom lip. “You looked really hot.” 

“Liked what you saw?” he drawed out, leaning closer to you, pushing your hair away from your neck to replace it with his lips. 

“Very much.” you tilted your head to the side, sighing in bliss as he kissed all over your heated skin. “Why don’t you check?” 

Yoongi’s laugh was raspy from the hours of using his voice, sending tingles all over you as you gently pried your legs open in an invitation. His hand found your thigh, no hesitation or concerns about the fact that this car didn’t have any partition, so all it would take was one look at the rearview mirror for the driver to see Yoongi cupping your cunt. 

Upon finding the wetness you could feel all night, Yoongi’s teeth sunk in on your neck, holding his bite until he was sure he’d leave a mark. You moaned as quietly as you could, gasping as his tongue licked the spot to soothe the ache. 

“Guess the concert was really good.” he spoke quietly, more for himself, dragging his middle finger up and down your damp underwear. 

“You were growling a lot.” you admitted, hands on the edge of the bench as you used it to ground yourself. “And your chain during the second half–”

“What about it, kitten?” Yoongi wanted to know, drawing circles right above your clit. 

“It–it looked like a collar on a leash.” you couldn’t help the small rocking of your hips as you tried to chase after his touch when Yoongi moved his hand away. 

“I asked to keep it.” the man said as you blinked heavily enough to make your brain work a little faster again. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a long, metal chain. “I asked because I knew you’d like it.” 

“Oh my god.” you let out a tiny giggle as Yoongi held the jewelry up for you to see. “Can I see it?” 

“It’s yours, kitten.” 

There was a silly, bubbling feeling making your stomach hot and cold at the same time. Yoongi dragged the chain on your naked thigh, sending goosebumps all over your legs as you felt the weight and the coldness of it. He let you take it from his hand, let you see all of the heavy links making up the whole body of the chain. You could see the small, circular ring in the middle, clasping it closed so it would make the same shape it did around Yoongi’s neck earlier. You had a few necklaces like these, reminding you of a leash more than an actual piece of jewelry, but they were a lot more delicate and thin than this. 

Lifting it up to your nose, you breathed in Yoongi’s natural musk, as it was covered in his sweat, and his favorite perfume. Masculine, but never overbearing. Your favorite smell in the whole world. 

“Thank you, Yoongi.” you smiled at him, keeping the chain in your hold even as the car moved past Yoongi’s gate. 

The Hannam-dong area was a lot more lavish than your own neighborhood, quiet and made up of homes and apartment complexes you would never be able to afford, even if your modeling agency decided to pay what you believed you deserved. 

Somehow, it matched Yoongi perfectly. That quiet, unobtainable life that reminded you so much of himself. 

Yoongi got out of the car as soon as it was parked in front of the entrance of his building, holding the door open for you to do the same. His driver was already rushing to the booth to retrieve Yoongi’s backpack, where his own clothes, phone and personal belongings were stored and placed in the car ready for his exit. 

“Should I wait for you, sir?” the man asked, but what he really meant was ‘should I wait for you to be done?’. 

It didn’t bother you that he knew the nature of your visit, but the way the driver didn’t directly speak to you, or even look at your face, irked you every time. 

“That won’t be necessary, you can go home.” Yoongi told him simply, throwing his bag over his shoulder. “Goodnight, Mr. Jeong.” 

“Goodnight, sir.” he bowed to his employer and you didn’t even try to say goodbye. 

Yoongi noticed how quiet you got, how could he not? He brought your hand up to his lips to kiss the back of it, honest and earning eyes making sure you knew he was all that mattered, all you should focus on. And you would gladly do it, too. 

With an arm around your waist, Yoongi led you into the building, past security and into the elevator. You could see the adrenaline was slowly moving away and leaving him; you knew what was coming next, already wondering what kind of food he’d order for dinner. 

“Will you really make Mr. Jeong leave his bed when it's time to drive me home?” you asked Yoongi while the elevator took you up to the third floor of the short building. “Not that I mind too much, but he already doesn’t like me.” 

You were perfectly fine taking a cab or a general paid ride, but Yoongi never liked that, always preferring that his driver take you home. It was a safer option, privacy and all that. 

But then he spoke words you never thought you’d hear from him:

“You’re not going home tonight.” Yoongi shrugged, as if it was a common occurrence, having you stay over. “Is that okay?” 

“You never ask me to stay the night.” you babbled, walking out of the elevator to wait in the hallway as he unlocked his front door. 

“We’ve spent the night together before, what are you talking about?” Yoongi looked at you as if you were crazy, letting you walk into the apartment first. 

You scoffed, taking your shoes off by the door as Yoongi did the same after turning on the main lights and locking the door after himself. 

“Yeah, when we’re out of town.” you pointed out. “At hotels, or rented places. Not when we’re here and I have a perfectly good home to go back to.” 

“Mhm.” he hummed, as if tracing his memories to find out if what you were saying was right. Before you could move much further down the hallway, Yoongi held you by your waist, taking a step to press you against the closest wall. You sucked in a small breath as his nose bumped against yours. “If that’s true, then it’s about time we change that.” 

You couldn’t help the skyrocketing of your heart at Yoongi’s words. Despite your brain begging you to not believe it, that he was just saying that to get you to melt and turn putty in hold. But it was small moments like these, little things he did or said that made the lines so deeply drawn in the sand to blur. You wouldn't mind getting rid of it altogether. 

Yoongi’s teeth nibbled on your bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth to suck on. Your hand slipped into his hair, wet with a mixture of sweat and hair products. 

"Yoongi–" you sighed blissfully, pressing your body into his as your every nerve ending craved him. 

It was then that the pitter patter of short nails on marble and a small whine, followed by a bark made you pull your lips from Yoongi’s grasp. 

You gasped for a whole different reason, pushing Yoongi away in order to properly look at the tiny dog jumping on his hind legs to greet you and his appa. 

"You didn't tell me you got Holly back!" you chirped, settling on your knees to coo and pet Yoongi's dog as he laid on the floor, showing you his tummy. 

Holly, the brown poodle, had a bit of a shared parenting situation, where he would stay with Yoongi in Seoul whenever he had a work schedule that allowed him to stay in Seoul for a while. The other half of the time, he'd stay in Daegu with Yoongi’s parents, who treated the puppy like a grandson. 

You've met Yoongi’s parents once before, and things weren't as awkward as they could have been, considering. You knew they were in town to watch Yoongi’s concert yesterday, so it didn't surprise you they brought Holly back. 

"Wanted it to be a surprise." Yoongi smiled, melting your insides into goo. "It would be too easy to make you want to stay if you knew he's home." 

You rolled your eyes, which he couldn't see, as if it would ever be hard for Yoongi to convince you to spend the night. 

"Well, now I might just stay the weekend." you bluffed, not really expecting the words to come out of his mouth next. 

"You're welcome to." he simply stated, getting back to his original height after tickling Holly into squirming. 

"Alright, now I'm worried." you chuckled nervously, standing up as well. 

"What?" 

"Why do you want me to stay so much?" you pondered, following him down the hall towards his bedroom. "Am I not gonna be able to walk tomorrow or something?" 

"Oh, shut up." he laughed, pulling you to him by your waist, gluing his front to your back as he dragged you into his room. Walking with a grown man stuck to you was tricky, but you would never complain. "Shower with me." 

"But Holly–" 

"He'll still be here when we're done." he whined, nuzzling his face into your neck. 

It wouldn't need much convincing on his part to get you to agree to shower with him, when you knew exactly what he looked like under the running water of his fancy ass rain shower. 

You dropped your purse and gifted chain on top of Yoongi’s bed on the way to the bathroom, barely missing it on Yoongi’s rush to drag you into it fast enough to lock Holly out. The puppy barked a couple of times before going to find something else to do. 

“Should we order food now so it's here when we're out?” you asked Yoongi as the thought just now crossed your mind. 

“I don't want to have to rush.” Yoongi answered after pondering for a couple of seconds. “Are you too hungry now?”

“No, but I know you.” you mused, crossing your arms. “You have your after concert phases.”

“Phases?” he enquired, tilting his head as he held the hem of his shirt between his fingers. 

“Mhm. First you get horny, which is why you're dragging me into the shower.” you lifted a finger, then another. “And then you get hungry and cranky if you don’t eat right away.”

“I don't get cranky–” he snorted, pulling his shirt off the rest of the way. 

You hadn’t seen Yoongi like this for a couple of weeks, as you were busy with work and he was rehearsing for the last three concerts of his tour. Although, if you were being honest, you’d drool over his body even if you were lucky enough to see him naked everyday. 

Yoongi was gorgeous all over, and he’d put on some very appreciated weight, as he usually did during tours. It meant he was eating well, which would always make you happy when you worried for his well being on the road. His chest muscles were filled up, biceps bulging, and a soft, yet lean, stomach that you planned on kissing and biting before the end of the night. 

“Okay, if you're sure, we can order after the shower.” you settled, knowing the possibility of coming to regret it was very much real. 

“I am.” he assured you, despite you knowing him like the back of your hand. 

Soon after, his pants were joining his shirt on the black marble floor, along with his boxers. You liked the fact that, during his solo concerts, Yoongi didn’t have to wear the protection cups male idols had to use when dancing was involved. To this day, you still remembered laughing about the weird piece when you helped Yoongi undress when he forgot he still had it on.

And, to confirm your theory about Yoongi’s ‘post concert phases’, his cock was very much half hard and hanging long. Phase one was in full force, it seemed. It also explained why he was so impatiently waiting for you to undress, despite already walking into the glass shower stall and turning it on. 

You took your time taking your dress off when you heard: 

“That dress looks really good on you.” Yoongi was eating you with his eyes from behind the shower door, talking a little louder so you’d hear him. 

“Thank you, it was a gift.” you beamed, letting the black piece fall to the floor. 

“Whoever gave it to you has good taste.” he gloated, which made you laugh as you hooked your fingers on the sides of your underwear. 

“Eh, his ego is too big, so don’t tell him I agree.” 

After getting naked, much to Yoongi’s relief, you stepped into the shower, breathing in the steam, feet relaxing after being in uncomfortable shoes for so many hours. Yoongi was already dripping from head to toe, wet hair long and pushed back and away from his infuriatingly handsome face. His eyes were closed as he rubbed soap on his lids to remove his makeup. 

You approached him sheepishly, hands on his sides as you kissed his chest and collarbones. Yoongi sighed in satisfaction at feeling you close, tipping his head back to get rid of the soap on his face so he could look at you. Water splashed on you, and his own body temperature was telling. 

“Isn’t the water too hot for you?” you questioned, continuing to kiss his body as your hands roamed his back and you pressed your fronts together. 

“A little, but that’s how you like it.” he shrugged, wrapping his arms around you and taking a step back so you could both share the water stream. “Is it okay?” 

“It’s perfect, but you usually complain about it.” you pointed out, linking your hands behind his back, not really planning on letting him go for the time being. 

“Just because it makes me all pink and flushed.” he chuckled, having a little bit of a hard time to reach for his facial soap and squirt some of it on his palms. “But you also like that, so.” 

“I always think you’re cute.” you trailed off, closing your eyes as he started to massage your face with gentle fingers to also remove your makeup. And he always did a much better job than if you did it yourself. 

“So I went from hot to cute in less than an hour?” Yoongi complained with a whine to his tone, making you laugh. 

“You are a man of many faces.” your eyes were still closed as Yoongi moved from your face to massage the water into your scalp, the hot stream relaxing every muscle on your body as it fell freely onto the two of you. “Agust D is hot. Yoongi is cute.” 

The man in question was laughing and you felt it all over you as his chest rumbled and his shoulders were shaking, bringing a smile to your own lips. When you finally opened your eyes, you regretted immensely. Because the way he was looking at you was not the way you look at someone you’re just fucking. 

You hadn’t decided yet if those loving eyes were hurtful or proof that it was okay to hope. You weren’t ready yet to have your heart broken, in case you were painfully wrong, so you had to change it fast. And the way you found to do that, was to bring your hands to his front, dragging them down his stomach. 

Yoongi’s gaze darkened, which was something you were much more used to dealing with. His breathing grew labored in anticipation, forehead pressing against yours as your fingertips reached the short patch of hair and found his erection. 

“You complain I get horny after concerts, but you’re always enabling me,” he groaned as your hand wrapped around his base and you squeezed him lightly. “So, it’s your own fault.” 

“I’m such a horrible person for doing that.” you smiled against his jaw, running your hand up and down his cock, bringing him into fullness. “Should I stop?”

His fingertips pressed harder against your sides, a warning for you to stay where you were, doing exactly what you were doing. Yoongi’s lips searched for and found yours, starting a wet kiss that made your knees tremble. One of his hands left your sides to hold the back of your neck, tongue coaxing your mouth to open and let it in. 

Your lips parted and you chased his tongue with yours. You explored each other’s mouths as if you didn’t have them mapped out at this point, as if you didn’t know what that tongue could do, or how he had a bit of a biting problem when it came to your lips. Yoongi’s kiss always felt like the first kiss all over again, enough to make your heart buzz in your ears and your body respond to it in ways that should be shameful. 

Yoongi took your bottom lip into his mouth, giving it tiny tugs and long sucks, making you moan against his mouth as your hand closed around his tip. 

“You still have that soap?” you asked quietly as you couldn’t properly move your hand with all that water. 

“I always keep a bottle here, in case you come over.” Yoongi nodded, searching for the bottle in question amongst the hair and body products he kept in the ledge of his shower wall. 

“Always prepared.” you giggled, letting go of his cock to offer your palm up to him. 

The soap he poured on your hand was oil-based; a specific kind of lube-like product advertised for these very moments. The bottle was almost empty, definitely less than the last time you saw it, and you hoped he used it on his own, instead of using it with other partners. You didn’t think Yoongi would have the time or the patience to entertain multiple people at the same time, but you would never be brave enough to ask him about it either. 

When you brought your hand back down, the glide up and down his cock was much easier, making Yoongi groan in pleasure and throw his head back, the perfect opportunity for you to kiss his long neck, feeling as he swallowed hard when you closed your fist around his tip again, flicking your wrist a couple of times. 

“Much better.” you mumbled against his neck as you licked and sucked on tiny spots of his shoulder you knew would be covered by his shirt at tomorrow's concert. 

“I’ll say so–” Yoongi agreed breathlessly, hips moving a little faster to fuck himself into your hand. 

Before putting the bottle where it belonged, Yoongi took a bit of product into his own hand, spreading it on his fingers and bringing his arm between your bodies. You were already parting your feet carefully not to slip in the process, but giving Yoongi enough room to slip his hand between your legs. 

“Dunno why I use this,” you could feel the smirk in his tone as two fingers slipped between your folds. “You’re always so wet for me.” 

You had a comeback on the tip of your tongue, you were sure of it. Too bad you couldn’t remember what it was as his fingers kept dragging up and down your folds, just barely grazing your clit before moving lower to tease your little hole. 

Your forehead rested against his shoulder as you held his cock with both hands, working on his shaft as you diligently flicked your wrist just under his tip, using your thumb to spread the lube and the slick dripping out him, circling his velvety head. 

“Fuck, you know just how to touch me–” he cursed lowly, chest almost trembling the more you did what he liked. “Getting me so close, kitten.” 

“I know, it’s my favorite talent.” you smiled to yourself, slipping one hand between his legs to cup his balls. 

“Aw, shit–” 

Seeing as you were playing with the tread keeping him on this earth, Yoongi focused on his own hand between your legs, done with the teasing, bringing the pads of his fingers to your bundle of nerves. Yoongi played with your clit, pulling the hood back, letting the slippery, swollen nub slip between his fingers as he moved them up and down, massaging the sane out of your brain. 

There were a few reasons why his staff didn’t like you, and the fact you couldn’t really control your noises when it came to Yoongi was definitely an easy one to point out. You weren’t ever wailing and yelling bloody murder, but when Yoongi made you feel good, you let him know. The shower water wasn’t enough to muffle your moans, and the man was throbbing and pulsing in your hands from how much he enjoyed hearing your every sound. 

“Oh, please–” you cried out when his fingers moved down again, the tip of one pushing inside your clenching hole. 

“Yeah, kitten?” a rhetorical question, yet you still nodded. Yoongi’s voice was low and borderline immoral as he teased: “Want them inside this tight little pussy?”

“I do…” you mewled, almost losing focus on your own hand movements.  

Yoongi circled your entrance again, tearing out whimpers from you, until you lifted your head to look at him. You knew he never resisted when you looked at him like this; big eyes, wet lashes sticking together, a tiny pout on your lips. It was enough for him to push his digits inside you, just to watch your eyes roll back and your jaw fall slack. 

The stretch was minimal from how aroused you were, how wet you felt all night, and the soap definitely made it even easier for Yoongi to push them as deep as he could. 

“Faster, baby.” he groaned with one swift movement of his hips. “Wanna make a mess on you.”

“You’re so hard.” you mumbled between moans of your own, both hands closing around his thickness and jerking him off faster. 

Your hands moved up and down, tugging and squeezing. When you looked down, between your wet bodies, you saw how his usually pale pink tip was colored red, as if he’d been holding back. You wondered if it was painful and if it was blending with his arousal, making every stroke feel better and better. 

His fingers hooked inside you, the angle just right and practiced, finding your sweet spot with ease. Yoongi’s palm pressed against your clit, rubbing it as his fingers fucked in and out of you fast enough to make your vision blurr and your legs shake. At every upstroke, he hit your g-spot perfectly, close to making you unravel fast. 

Taking you by surprise, Yoongi hooked his free hand on your thigh, lifting it and holding it up, opening you up so that his hand could reach a new angle that made you whimper loudly. One of your hands held onto his shoulder for balance, even if you knew he’d never let you slip. 

It would be so easy for you to bring his cock into your entrance like this, the angle was almost perfect. You were both looking at each other’s hands and Yoongi read your mind as he said: 

“Later, kitten. Wanna take my time when I fuck you later.” 

“But I love your cock so much.” you complained with no real bite. 

“I also know you like my fingers.” he sounded smug, but no lies had been told tonight. “Want you to cum around them first, okay?” 

“Uh-huh–” 

All left for you to do was to agree, you were already so close just from his fingering that you might not have the time to bring him into your pulsating walls. Yoongi focused his efforts into fucking you just right, beautiful knobby fingers working your cunt fast and hard, just as you stroked his cock with as much passion as he was giving you. 

But Yoogi wouldn’t cum before making you unravel, no matter how painfully hard his cock was in your hand. Lucky for him, all it took were the three words delivered to your ear, in that gravely tone of his, to have you coming undone. 

“Cum for me.” 

It wasn’t a request, not even permission, but an order that was easy to obey. You didn’t even have that much control over your actions when Yoongi was commanding your body as well as he was. Your lower stomach tensed and your nails sunk in on his shoulder, gard enough for him to hiss and hold you a little harder. You trembled endlessly as he kept fucking you, guinding you through what you could only describe as a mind blowing orgasm you only ever reached when you were with Yoongi. 

When he gently let your leg go, making sure you wouldn’t lose your balance, your second hand reached for his cock so you could make him cum for you right away. You pumped him up and down, hands covering his tip, then slipping all the way down to his base. Yoongi’s moans were the best thing you heard all night, and after a concert filled with growls, note changes and his fast rap, it was saying something. 

Thick ropes shot out from his flushed tip, hitting part of your chest and your stomach, painting you with his pleasure. There was so much of it coming that you wondered if he even touched himself from the last time you were together. For some irrational reason, you liked that theory, saving it into your heart even if it wasn’t true. 

“Fuck, how do you always do that?” Yoongi moved his fingers out of your pussy, holding you by the ribs to press your body flush against his. 

“Do what?” you sounded a little drunk as you were forced to let go of his cock with his movements. 

“Drive me crazy.” he explained as you circled his neck with your weak and tired arms. 

“Bet you say that to everyone.” apparently your brain and your heart were disconnected as you spoke those words. 

If only you knew you had nothing to worry about when all Yoongi said was: 

“There’s no one else, kitten.”

Yoongi was taking too long to get off the phone with his parents, you could hear him repeat ‘yes, eomma’ a few dozen times in the past ten minutes. You knew he must be starving by now, you definitely were and you weren’t even the one jumping around for two hours. 

Your shower took a little longer than expected as you both forgot just how hard oil-based lube was to wash off, not to mention washing Yoongi’s hair, and then yours. By the time the food finally arrived, your lover was cranky –as you knew he would be– and it was way past midnight. 

You were wearing one of his shirts, kindly offered to you as your impromptu sleepover didn’t allow you to pack an overnight bag and you didn’t have any spare clothes in his closet. It was rare when he brought you home, and you had never stayed over the whole night. 

Instead of dissecting what any of this could mean, you focused on opening all of the takeout boxes and spreading them around the center table of his living room. You had never tried this restaurant before, but ever since spending some time in Thailand, Yoongi was addicted to Thai food. He ordered dishes that you just had to try, resulting in a lot more food than you were positive you could finish. 

“God, I love that woman, but she drives me crazy sometimes.” Yoongi was walking down the hall to meet you in his living room. 

He was wearing nothing but gray sweatpants, low on his hips, shirtless torso as his neck and shoulders were a little flushed from the hot shower and what obviously was a vexing conversation with his mother. 

“Is everything okay?” you weren’t too concerned, knowing how their relationship had its ups and downs. The two were too much alike to function smoothly at all times. 

“Yeah, she just couldn’t understand why I can’t go to brunch with her, hyung and Chun-hae.” Yoongi sighed dramatically, sitting on the couch at your side. “‘What plans can be more important than having a meal with your family and your brother’s new wife?’” 

You were laughing at his imitation of Mrs. Min, covering your mouth while you chewed and attempted to swallow a piece of duck meat without choking. “If you have plans for tomorrow morning, then maybe you shouldn’t have asked me to stay?” 

“You’re part of the plans.” he told you without hesitating and you swallowed hard. 

“Morning sex is hardly an excuse to skip breakfast with your family.” you pointed out, checking your phone to look at the time. Maybe you could still text Yoongi’s driver to pick you up after dinner. 

“That’s not all– what the hell is that?” Yoongi was staring at you with a deadpan that made you look at yourself, then at the center table you were sitting behind of. 

“Uh… I was hungry, so I started to–”

“No, that in your hand.” his eyes were squinting as you lifted your phone, understanding right away what he was talking about. “An iPhone? Really?” 

“Oh my god, don’t start. The camera is really good in this phone.” you huffed, wondering just how much Samsung was paying him to be this pro-Galaxy. Flipping your phone around, you showed him your case: “Look, I even have your photocard in the back.” 

That made him stop, cheeks flushed, fighting with the corner of his lips to stay down. 

“Still. I’ll get you a new Galaxy.” he stated and you scoffed. “And some D-DAY stickers.” 

“I’ll take the stickers.” 

You scooted a little to the side, patting the spot on the rug next to you for Yoongi to sit next to you, unwrapping the spare chopsticks and parting them in the middle before offering them to him. Yoongi took them with a tired sigh and licked his lips as he looked over the food options. 

While he started to eat, you opened the can of diet coke for him, the noise making Holly lift his head in curiosity, studying you from where he was laying between the TV and the table. 

“Why are you watching a still picture?” Yoongi asked with a full mouth of veggies and noodles, bottom lip shiny with the sauce. 

“It’s not a still picture, he just went to get a drink.” you explained, reaching for the noodles Yoongi had just tried to do the same. “You don’t recognize that room?”

The image on TV was still, you’d give him that, but just because Jungkook wasn’t in the frame. You could kind of hear his footsteps and the clicking of ice as the boy made himself another drink. It took Yoongi a few seconds to realize what you were watching, the Weverse logo at the corner being an easy giveaway. 

“He’s live again?!” Yoongi groaned, making you laugh. 

“He was doing an unboxing of your album.” you told Yoongi, watching him chew in pout. “Which, by the way, why does he get an autographed copy and I don’t?” 

“You said you wanted to buy the album yourself.” Yoongi looked at you as if you just told him the craziest thing. 

“Yeah, because I’m a supporting friend.” nagged. “Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t accept an extra, signed copy.” 

“Okay, I’ll sign a spare copy and give it to you later.” Yoongi decided, but you were already shaking your head. 

“I don’t want a pity album!” 

“Okay, then I won’t give it to you!” he bickered, taking a scoop of rice and bringing it to you, instead of his own mouth. 

You let him feed you the sweet rice, watching him watch the way your lips closed around his chopsticks as he dragged them out of your mouth. His own cheeks were filled with food, but you would still kiss the shit out of him right now if he let you. 

“Can you make it out ‘to kitten’?” you relented. “And sign it as Agust D?” 

“Sure, kitten.” 

You smiled with a closed mouth, not trying to flash him while you chewed your food. 

Yoongi made a good decision when ordering Thai food as you didn’t dislike anything you tried from the assortment of things Yoongi picked. Now you had one more reason to wish you were able to go to Thailand with him; if it wasn’t for a new clothing line you had to take pictures for, you would have made it, too. It was bad enough that you missed out on his boat rides and snorkeling, now you knew you missed a whole lot of good food, too. 

The two of you ate in partial silence as you watched Jungkook get back into frame with a microphone that had apparently been gifted to him by Spotify, singing a song or two, but mostly talking to his audience. He kept bringing up Yoongi’s concert and you knew he was still beating himself up for messing up the lyrics. 

“Is that all you are?” Yoongi asked, but he was looking ahead, so you weren’t sure he was even talking to you. 

“Hm?” you reached for a napkin to wipe your lips clean, already full just by watching him eat. 

“A supporting friend?” he still didn’t look at you, but your previous words rang back to you. 

You frowned, surprised Yoongi was still stuck on that when you didn’t even remember what you were talking about anymore. But his question, and his small frown, confused you. 

“Aren’t we friends?” you asked quietly as you pulled your knees up to your chest. “Do I not support you?”

“We are and you do.” was his simple answer. 

“Then what’s wrong with what I said?” you wanted to know, but didn’t want to push him in any way. You could tell there was a lot going on his mind right now, the adrenaline of the concert completely gone by now. 

“Nothing, I guess.” he shrugged, resting his back against the couch behind you, pausing the movements of his chopsticks to look at you. “Just feels a little weird to call you a friend when I can still smell your cum on my fingers.”

“What do you want to call me then?” 

Your voice was weak as you rested your chin on your knee, watching his eyes twitch ever so slightly, his tongue poke between his lips to wipe off any leftover sauce. Your heart was betraying you as your stomach felt cold at the prospects of his answer. 

Unfortunately or not, his answer was a simple:

“Guess I haven’t given it much thought.” 

All you could do was hum in agreement, lost in your own thoughts as your eyes moved back to the TV. You couldn’t help but wonder if Yoongi would give it a thought now that it was brought to his attention, or if he’d dismiss it altogether and things would always stay the way they were. 

“I was at hyung’s concert tonight again, he is so cool, isn’t he? Hyung worked hard.” Jungkook spoke up, so much fondness when it came to Yoongi that you wondered if he could be the maknae’s favorite hyung. “Ah, no I wasn’t sitting with Jimin hyung, which is why you didn’t see me. I was, uh– backstage with someone else.” 

You knew you were the ‘someone else’ in question, a small smile arising in your lips at the mention. 

“No, I can’t tell you who it was, stop asking.” Jungkook scolded playfully. “And stop calling me Ian–” 

You laughed at the mention of Ian and Jungkook’s tiny mistake when outing his secret Tiktok account, only realizing Yoongi was staring at you when you felt his burning gaze. It made your neck flush, but you pretended not to notice it. 

“Okay, I’m gonna go now.” the boy on TV started to wave at the millions of fans watching him, just as Yoongi got up to get the half empty takeout containers back to the kitchen. “Please support hyung at tomorrow’s concert too.” 

You turned the television off before Jungkook was properly gone, not really liking the way Yoongi had grown quiet all of a sudden. You picked up the last boxes left behind and followed him into the kitchen, helping him find the correct plastic lids to each one, seeing as he was a little distracted. 

The ping on your phone alerted you of a new text message coming in, both you and Yoongi looking at the device on top of the kitchen island on pure reflex. 

Jungkookie sent you a message, unlock to view. 

You looked at Yoongi in time to watch his shoulders drop as he turned around to throw away the used chopsticks. You always enjoyed the view of his back muscles, the 7 tattoo on his shoulder, knowing you were one of the few to know it was there, but you hated how his head was hanging forward and his posture was slouching. 

“He isn’t wasting any time, huh?” came his voice, even if he wasn’t looking at you again. 

“I’m sure it’s nothing.” you cursed yourself internally; you didn’t have to make Yoongi feel better about this. If he didn’t know what you should call each other, then Jungkook might. If only it was that easy to ignore whatever was bothering Yoongi. 

The man hummed again, in that way that told you nothing. You reached for your phone to read the message: 

Jungkookie: Were you watching the live, noona?

Harmless, just making conversation, making sure he had your right number, perhaps. And then your phone pinged again.

Jungkookie: Are you going to watch hyung’s concert tomorrow again? 

You: Hi, Kookie! Yes, we watched your live. I liked the purple lights in your room. 

You: And I’m not sure I’m coming to the concert tomorrow yet. 

Jungkookie: If you’re not planning on seeing hyung tomorrow, then can we grab something to eat instead? 

Jungkookie: My lights are much cooler in person. 

Maybe he really wasn’t wasting any time indeed. You didn’t know what you were expecting to feel when giving Jungkook your number, but… This wasn’t it. Yes it was exciting and it was nice to be asked out on a proper date, to have someone as cool as Jungkook being obviously interested in you. 

But what would happen if you said yes? Would you end up in his bedroom with the excuse of seeing his cool lights? If it didn’t happen on the first day, what if it happened on the third? Would you even be able to make it to the second date without thinking of Yoongi and what it would mean for the two of you? 

“Everything okay, kitten?” his voice was quiet, maybe a little reluctant. 

You looked up from your phone then, deciding you wouldn’t make any conclusions tonight. 

“Of course, everything is fine.” you locked your phone and put it on silent mode, locking the screen and placing it on top of the island once more. “Should we finish cleaning up?” 

“I already cleared everything.” Yoongi told you and you looked over your shoulder, realizing that all of the trash had already been taken care of and the food was stored in the fridge. 

“Oh.” 

“I lost you there for a minute.” 

Yoongi’s words felt heavy on his chest and he didn’t even know why. 

Or maybe he did and just wasn't ready to properly dissect what he was feeling tonight. From learning Jungkook spent all night keeping you company, to how he asked for your number and you gave it to him, and to how you were obviously texting each other already. 

Yoongi knew of Jungkook’s crush on you, the maknae didn't really hide it; big eyes always so obvious and honest. But Yoongi didn’t think Jungkook would ever do anything about it. Wasn't it against some kind of rulebook? 

Don't mess with your brother’s… Girl? Friend? Fuck buddy? 

Yoongi never felt the need to put a name on what you were to him, what you were to each other. But ever since finding you backstage with Jungkook, it started to nag at him. Was this how it felt to be threatened by someone else? 

"I'm just gonna put Holly in his pen for the night, if you want to go wait for me in the bedroom." Yoongi told you quietly, too scared you might have changed your mind about staying. 

"Sure you don't need help?" you offered, and a little of the weight of the rocks in his stomach lifted. 

"He might get hyper again if he sees you." Yoongi chuckled with a shake of his head, walking around the kitchen to turn a few of the lights that were no longer needed. "They say dogs don't pick favorites but I call bulshit."

"Baby, I don't think anyone says that." 

You had that tiny, shy smile on your face as Yoongi circled the kitchen island, stopping him at the new term of endearment you just used. It made him falter, eyes widening a fraction. 

"I'm usually the one calling you that." Yoongi chuckled, but it sounded more like a wheeze. 

"Oh. Does it bother you?" you nibbled on your bottom lip, but Yoongi used his thumb to set it free. 

"I think I like it." he thought more than that, if he were being honest. 

"I'll be waiting in the bedroom, then." you let him know, raising on your toes to kiss his cheek. 

"Kitten." Yoongi called before you could walk too far, motioning to the device on top of the marble island. "Aren't you taking your phone?"

"I won't need it in there." you shook your head. The only thing you needed tonight was to have Yoongi close to you. "Besides, I assume you don't have an Apple charger?"

"See? If you had a Galaxy, your battery would last for days–" 

"Alright, say goodnight to Holly for me." you interrupted the man before asking if he became a Samsung CEO and forgot to mention. 

At least you could say a bit of the palpable, smothering tension was going away, since you were still able to laugh together. You could tell that leaving your phone behind did something for Yoongi’s mood. You wouldn't dare say he was jealous of Jungkook in any way, not when you knew how he felt about you.

But Yoongi was clearly confused about something, on some minimal level, if anything. Otherwise he wouldn't have mentioned you weren't just a friend, he wouldn't even question it. 

If he didn't realize at this point how much you belonged to him, wordlessly, irrevocably, however unrequitedly, maybe it was about time you showed it. 

As he moved to take Holly to his playpen for the night, you went to Yoongi’s bedroom with an idea in your mind. It was pretty simple, really, no great gestures or a big confession planned. 

But Yoongi was a smart guy and he knew how to read between the lines. If he didn’t understand what you meant, then maybe he wanted to remain clueless;  it would be your own hint that maybe you should let go. 

Your purse was still on the edge of Yoongi’s bed, the chain he wore tonight at the concert was laying next to it. You picked it up and walked to the large mirror on the closet door, unclasping the jewelry before bringing it to your neck. 

You had to fasten it a little tighter against your throat than it was on his, the excess chain resting on your collarbones and reaching all the way between your breasts. You admired how the collar-like chain sat snug against your skin, how the simple fact that you were wearing it, and it belonged to Yoongi, made your breathing grow slow and heavy, dull throbs sparking between your legs. 

You heard Yoongi’s lazy steps as he came down the hall and joined you in the bedroom, closing the door softly behind him. 

"Kitten, about tomorrow," Yoongi started, but his next words died on his throat as you turned around to face him. 

"Yeah?" 

You smiled softly, walking closer to him as you watched his eyes flit from the chain around your neck to your eyes, down to your lips and back to the chain. 

Yoongi was almost a head and a half taller than you, way wider with his broad shoulders and chest that narrowed into a surprisingly slim waist. 

In your work field, you saw handsome men every day, you've worked with actors and the occasional idol in brand deals and campaigns in the past, to the point you weren't affected by a pretty face and it took a lot to make you blush or squirm.

And then there was Yoongi. 

So beautiful in every way, the prettiest pouty lips, cutest nose, most honest eyes and golden heart. His hair was parted in the middle, falling softly and shiny around his face, the tips a little curly from being allowed to dry naturally instead being blow-dry. 

"What's this, hm?" his hand reached for the chain resting between your breasts, the back of his fingers gently grazing your mounds, making you tingle all over. 

“Wanted to know what it would look like on me.” you told him as you took a step closer, fingers reaching for his shoulder to absentmindedly trace the faint scar with your thumb. “What it’d feel like.” 

“Looks pretty.” Yoongi stated, hand moving higher as he held the chain and gave it a tiny tug. You swallowed hard, a tiny gasp of surprise following. “How does it feel?” 

“Good.” you looked into his eyes, hoping yours would convey what you were trying to show him. 

Claim me, I’m yours. I’ve always been yours. 

Yoongi kept a firm hold on the chain to keep you in place and your eyes fluttered closed just shy of missing his lips break into a side smirk. His lips pressed gently against your cheek, dragging over your jaw, finding your ear. Yoongi took the lobe into his mouth, pulling on it with his teeth as his warm breathing made you melt on the spot. 

“Wanna keep it on?” he asked in a whisper and you pondered if he could hear your heartbeat reply. 

“I do…” you sighed heavily, both hands resting on his chest. “Is that okay, baby?” 

“Anything my kitten wants.” Yoongi’s mouth was making its way to yours, your body trembling with the way he said my kitten. “You’ll be good for me, won’t you?” 

You nodded as words seemed to leave you at that very moment Yoongi’s arm circled around your waist to press you against his body. Your arms wrapped around his neck, eyes still very much closed as you felt his breath ghosting your lips. Yoongi was still holding onto the chain with his other hand, even when he held your neck and part of your jaw. 

The warmth of his hand was contrasting to the coldness of the chain, his body was smooth and his lips wet when they found yours. You sighed against his lips, melting and turning into a puddle in his hold as his tongue licked between your lips, asking for the permission you easily granted. 

Your back bowed the more Yoongi pressed into you, tongue swirling around your mouth, playing with yours, deepening the kiss as your heads tilted to opposite sides. The moment he let go of the chain, you sucked in a deep breath, some clarity returning to your hazy brain, but it was minimal with the way both of his hands traveled down your back to squeeze and palm your ass. 

His hands slipped under your shirt, kneading your cheeks, pulling your hips harder against his to let you feel the very prominent bulge that already started to form inside his pants. You sighed and moaned softly the higher his touches moved, fiery trails being left behind by his fingertips until you had to part the kiss to allow Yoongi to pull the fabric off your body. 

The chain fell against your chest with a light clunk, making you wince and Yoongi look at you with a small veil of concern. 

“Did I hurt you?” he asked in that raspy voice of his, making you almost forget what the words meant. 

“No, not at all,” you assured him, hands going back to his shoulders as his rested on your ribs, just shy of your chest. “Just cold.” 

“Let me make it warm, then.” 

Yoongi leaned closer to your neck, blown out pupils were the last thing you saw when your eyes fluttered closed and you offered your throat for him to kiss. His mouth opened and closed against your skin, covering it in wet kisses. His teeth worked as hard as his lips and tongue, no doubt covering you in more marks and love bites. 

The man’s hands cupped your tits, squeezing them as his thumbs rolled your stiff nipples, making you moan a little louder and rub your thighs together. You loved everything Yoongi did, how he touched your body, knew when to push you and when to go slower. You felt drunk, even if the only alcohol you had tonight was the shot of whiskey you shared with the artist before he went on stage, and that was hours ago. 

As his lips made their way back to your jaw and ear, you felt yourself tremble at his breathy words:

“Kiss me.” 

It sounded like a request, not an order; almost a plea. One you would do your very best to obey regardless. Your eyes parted as your hands moved from his shoulders to his neck. You had to look up to his handsome face, beauty too delicate, lips too bitten, eyes too perfect, as your difference in height didn’t allow you just to lean in. 

Your lips parted as you reached out for him, chasing for his mouth, breath getting caught in your throat when–

“What’s wrong, kitten?” Yoongi’s tone was teasing, head cocking sideways as you couldn’t move. The restriction around your neck, as Yoongi gripped on the chain, made it impossible for you to reach his lips. “Don’t you want to kiss me? Shame.” 

“Yoongi–” you whined pitifully, hands slipping into his long, dark hair, trying to bring him closer to you, but to no avail. “I always want to kiss you.” 

“Then why don’t you, hm?” the teasing continued, paired with the licking of his lips to taunt you further. “Don’t you want to be a good little kitten for me?” 

You were growing squirmy, trying to reach those perfect, petal colored lips, suck on his tongue, anything, but the firm grip around your throat didn’t let you move up. And then Yoongi gave it a light, downward tug, making your neck sting and your shoulders drop. Looking up at him, you saw a tiny challenge in his eyes and your brain took a little while to catch up to what he was hinting at. And then your eyes widened in what must have been a comical way, as Yoongi’s chuckle warmed your heart. 

“Fucking cute.” he praised, making you even more shy under his stare. 

“Yoongi.” 

Your hands left his neck to hold his sides, trace his curves, as your lips met his collarbones. You might not be kissing his lips, but you’d peck and nibble wherever you could reach. You seemed to have gotten the right idea as Yoongi hummed in content when you dragged your lips all over his chest. 

When you reached his nipple, flicking it with your tongue, you heard him hiss and pull on the chain again, moving you lower on his body. You knew he was sensitive, but never missed the opportunity to make him squirm. 

Yoongi retaliated by not granting you a lot of time to kiss his tummy, barely allowing you to trace the lines of his stomach with your tongue. Your thighs were burning and your back was bent uncomfortably, so the final tug had you dropping to your knees on the floor. The wood was heated, but hard under your knees, but this was a point of view of Min Yoongi you’d never get tired of. 

From this angle you could see the planes of his chest, the sharpness of his jawline, the strands of long hair framing his face as he looked down at you with lowered eyes. 

“Will you let me feel that pretty mouth around my cock?” he nudged and you replied with a nod, hands reaching for the waistband around his hips. “Nuh-uh. No hands, kitten.” 

“But–” your complaint was cut off by a harsher tug of the chain and your lips parted as arousal pooled between your legs, making your underwear stick to your folds. 

“What was that?” 

“Nothing, sir.” you shook your head, bringing your hands under your thighs to make sure they stayed away. 

“Good girl.” Yoongi praised, free hand tapping your cheek hard enough to make it warm, but not enough to hurt. 

God, you loved it when he treated you like this. Like you weren’t breakable, he knew how far you could go. You went crazy for the way he handled you like you were his good little kitten, ready to please him in any way he saw fit, any manner he was in the mood for. And after watching him on stage tonight, acting like a King and looking like a God, you’d give him anything he wanted. 

Body and soul included. 

You brought your face closer to his lower tummy, kissing just under his belly button, licking at the faint happy trail. Your teeth nipped his skin on accident as you tried to bite the elastic band of his pants, but all it did was make Yoongi groan. You tried a few different approaches when trying to use your mouth to get rid of the sweatpants, whole body wobbling as you fought with it, but it was fruitless. 

Yoongi’s hard cock was pointing up, tenting inside his pants, and the elastic band was too tight, slipping back into place one one side when you managed to lower the other. The man was looking down at you with an amused grin, likely knowing this was exactly what was going to happen from the moment he forbidden you from using your hands. 

“Something wrong?” he started again and it took you a lot of self control not to slip your hand between your legs at his mocking tone. “Do you not want to suck my cock, is that it? But you love drooling all over it–” 

You’ve had enough, huffing impatiently and bringing your mouth to his tip, lips wrapping around it over the light fabric of his pants. He cursed under his breath, hold on your chain making your skin prickle as he pulled out of pure reaction. You were looking at him through your lashes as you made sucking sounds, tongue wetting the material; even if none of this was pleasant for any of you, it still got Yoongi moving. 

“If you’re just gonna act like a brat–” Yoongi complained with no real bite, pulling you away from his cock by the metal around your neck. He let go of the chain to use his hands to shove his pants down his hips and thin legs, kicking them away when they pooled around his ankles. “You better be good to me now, open that fucking mouth.” 

“I’m always good.” you offered him an innocent little smile that didn’t really fool him anymore. 

You scooted closer to him again, mouth open and willing, tongue out as you brought it to his cock. The tip of your tongue gave it a couple licks, mouth closing around him as you sucked more and more of him into your willing, wet cave, not stopping even as you felt him in the back of your throat. Your eyes stung with tears from the sudden stretch of having him slipping down your throat with no prep, but you’d be damned if you didn’t shut him up with your deep-throating skills. 

Yoongi had been the one to train you on it, afterall. 

“Show off.” Yoongi cursed, sounding fucked out and raspy. “Behave, kitten.” 

As you pulled off his cock, letting it slip out of your throat, you held back a cough and took deep breaths to allow air to fill your lungs again. You had a wicked little smile on your spit covered lips, a thick string of it connecting you to his tip. You flicked your tongue over it to make it snap, hearing Yoongi’s raspy moan as his weight shifted from one leg to the other. 

He pushed your hair away from your face to get a better view of you, gently tucking it behind your ears before nudging his cock against your lips with a movement of his hips. You slipped your tongue past your lips to kitten lick at his sensitive tip, swirling it around the leaking head, moving lower as you traced a fat vein down to his very base. 

You mouthed at Yoongi’s cock, feeling small twitches against your lips, broad strokes of your tongue making the man tremble as he towered over you. After giving his smooth tip a wet kiss, you kissed down his length, past his base, stopping at his balls. You were looking up at him as you opened your mouth to take one of them into it, giving it gentle sucks that you knew drove Yoongi absolutely mad. His body was starting to collect a thin layer of sweat, trembling hand pushing his hair back and away from his face for the hundredth time tonight. It was a shame your mouth was too full and you couldn’t tell him how stunning he looked at this very moment. 

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Shit.” Yoongi groaned as you repeated the same action with the other ball, until you let go of it with a loud pop. “Come on now, let me fuck this pretty mouth.”

“It’s yours, baby.” you admitted, hoping he could read between the lines. “All of it.” 

“Yeah?” the man was breathless as his gorgeous hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it up and down, squeezing to find some relief as he let you breathe. “You’re all mine, aren’t you?” 

If Yoongi knew what he was doing, he was just plain cruel for playing with your feelings like this. But you still nodded, you still opened your mouth for him. 

“Damn right you are.” he growled, holding his base with one hand and your chain with the other, pulling you close to his cock and slipping it into your mouth. He was lucky you relaxed your jaw as fast as you did, just barely missing your teeth. “Never gonna choke on another cock like this. You’ll never like another as much as this one, right kitten?” 

You moaned around him as a reply, jaw already aching as his hips rolled and pulled back and pushed forward, slowly starting to fuck your mouth, just like he promised. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head as you rested your hands on his tights; not only were they starting to feel numb, being stuck under yourself for so long, you needed to find some balance. 

“My kitten.” he continued, getting lost in your warm mouth, making spit collect and dribble down the corners of your lips. “Mine.” 

You didn’t know Yoongi to behave this possessively, but you were going crazy for it. If you had half a brain right now, you might have connected it to the fact this was pretty much the first time Yoongi ever had competition, the first time he knew about someone else showing interest in you and it was making alarm bells ring around his head. 

As more and more growls escaped from his swollen lips, the faster he fucked your mouth, slipping all the way to the back, pulling off so your cheeks could hollow as you sucked, licked and slurped at a pace you knew would make him unravel fast. And Yoongi knew it, too, taking a step back to take his cock out of your mouth and holding you in place by the chain as you tried chasing him back. 

“Not gonna cum in your mouth, kitten.” he let you know, but didn’t sound so sure of it himself. “Come here.” 

“Selfish–” was all you managed to say, between the ache on your jaw and your slightly sore throat. 

Yoongi laughed cutely, just a raspy sound coming out in staccato. He helped you back onto your feet with strong, bulging arms, holding you close to his body as he looked at your neck. Despite your little whines of complaint, Yoongi unclasped the chain from your throat. 

“You’re all red, baby.” he told you quietly, breaking his Dom streak for the time being. “Did I hurt you?” 

“I’m okay, I promise.” you sighed, smiling as you kissed his cheek. “I can take it harder.” 

“Sure you can, kitten.” his smile mirrored yours, wet and hard cock resting between your bodies. Yoongi kissed your forehead and looked at your neck again, blowing on it to soothe the soreness. “Will you get on the bed for me?” 

“How boring.” you teased with a giggle, making him roll his eyes playfully. You turned around to follow his request, getting a smack on your ass in response, making you squeal as you ran away from him. 

You were still laughing as you kneeled on the mattress, scurrying all the way to the headboard to sit by the pillows. When you turned back around to face Yoongi, you saw his back as he stood in front of the mirror. You couldn’t help but gawk at his broad shoulders, thick arms, the dip on his spine. His skin was flushed pink, the 7 tattooed on the back of his shoulder was small, but still a beautiful contrast to his complexion. 

Your gaze was shamelessly stuck on his surprisingly round and plump ass when he turned around, saying: 

“My eyes are up here, kitten.” 

“I know, but your ass–” you giggled, but it went away as soon as it bubbled. 

The chain was around Yoongi’s neck again, circling his throat, the end of it still long enough to rest between his pecs. The way he was biting on his bottom lip told you he was a little nervous, which wasn’t something you ever saw Yoongi being in bed. He didn’t say anything else before climbing on his mattress to meet you, the chain swinging back and forth as he came closer. 

Mine, you spoke in your head, wishing for it to be true. Let me claim you, too. 

“Lay down for me, kitten.” Yoongi asked, holding your hips to pull your body down and help you lay on his bed. “Want you like this tonight. Want to see you. Okay?” 

“Anything you want.” you nodded, heart betraying you as you wanted to shy away from the intensity of his stare. “Always. Anything.” 

You sat up on your elbows and took the dangling part of the chain in your hand, gently pulling him closer, hearing his own gasp as you finally met his mouth again. Your legs parted for Yoongi’s hips to fit in between them, heavy and leaking cock hitting the inside of your thigh as he got comfortable in your hold. 

The kisses exchanged were sloppy, deep, mind numbing. You were barely tugging on the chain, just holding Yoongi close as his body leaned on top of yours and your head met his pillow. He took your bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it gently and letting it drag back into place between his teeth. 

One of his arms sneaked between your bodies to part your legs a little wider, taking his cock in his hand and giving a few lazy pumps as he brought it to your pussy, rubbing it up and down to coat it in your slick. 

“Want to feel all of you, kitten.” he groaned from the feeling and the thought, looking at you as he continued: “Can we do it like this? Please.” 

You were sighing in bliss as you reached to push his hair out of his face, gently running your nails through his scalp and smiling when it made him close his eyes. You didn’t always skip a condom, even if you were on birth control every single time you had any encounters like this one. But you knew you weren’t Yoongi’s only partner in the past, and he respected you enough to never ask this of you when he’d been with someone else in a short period of time. 

Despite promising you that he always wore protection with any of them, which you wholeheartedly believed. And maybe you liked to hurt yourself as you asked:

“How long has it been?” you asked, watching him frown in confusion, obviously getting lost in his own pleasure. “How long has it been since you’ve been with someone else?” 

“Too long.” he shook his head assuringly, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “I wouldn’t ask–” 

“What about Thailand?” you asked him quietly, swallowing the lump in your throat. 

“What about Thailand?” he repeated, letting go of his cock in order to cage you in with his arms as this was obviously something you needed to talk about. 

“Nevermind, it doesn’t matter.” you shook your head, but Yoongi sighed. 

“You always do this. You always pretend things aren’t bothering you when I know they are.” he told you, but his words were gentle and un-accusing. His lips kept pressing against your face, placing small kisses as he said: “Tell me, baby. Tell me so I can ease your mind.”

“It’s just something I heard tonight.” you admitted, as there would be no arguing with him. Your arms circled his neck as you ran your nails behind his shoulders. “One of your crew members was talking about how you brought a girl back to the hotel after the Bangkok concert.”

“What–” Yoongi groaned, as if it was the first time he heard about it. 

“Said she liked the new girl better than me.” you were aware of how small you sounded, realizing you were more upset about this than you previously thought. “Less needy, quieter, doesn’t demand things. All I did was ask her for directions to the bathroom once–”

“Who said those things?” he demanded to know, raising his body on his elbows to properly look at you. 

“Does it matter?” 

“Yes, because if someone on my team has been spilling lies about me behind my back, I’m going to do something about it.” he stated, but it was his next words that sent a thrill through your veins. “No one talks about you like that and gets away with it.”

You could tell Yoongi was getting worked up about this and if the girl really was just talking out of her ass, most likely because she knew you were listening and would be hurt by those words, then Yoongi wouldn’t let it go so easily. But you didn’t want to spend the rest of the night talking about it, or dealing with a stressed Yoongi. 

He had a perfect concert tonight, he deserved to relax. 

In an attempt to soothe him, you cradled his face, running your thumb against his cheekbone, giving his lips small kisses. 

“I didn’t mean to stress you out about this right now.” you told him between pecks. 

“Have you been thinking about this all night?” his eyes were closed, but the lines between his brows were evident. “Thinking I was with someone else like this?”

“Not all night… Only when you weren’t around.” 

“I promise you there were no other girls. For ages now.” his eyes opened to make sure you were listening. There was no way he didn’t hear your hear beating like crazy when he said: “There’s only been you.”

“Did you miss the memo?” you teased, explaining when he frowned: “You’re a rock star on the road, you were supposed to have a different partner every night.” 

“I could have, but no one would ever compare to you.” the movement of Yoongi’s hips, pressing his hard length up and down your folds, was followed by his groan and your moan. “Why waste my time when I got you?”

“Yoongi…” you mewled, squirming underneath him as his cock hit your clit over and over and over again. “If you keep saying shit like that, I’m gonna fall for you.”

“Took you long enough.” Yoongi cried out in pleasure as he kept rolling your hips against yours, hiding his face where your neck and shoulder met, but you could still feel his smile. 

“What–”

“We can talk about this later, but you feel too good right now.” he mumbled a complaint and as much as you wanted to make him say what the fuck he meant just then, you could agree. “I don’t mean to break the moment but–”

“No, yeah, I… Fuck, please.” you spread your legs wider, angling your hips to invite him. “I need you, yeah?”

“Like this?” Yoongi’s body lifted a little so you could both look between your bodies, where his cock was leaking and making an even bigger mess of you. “If you’re not okay with it, I can go get–”

“You’re not going anywhere.” you told him so when grabbing the chain around his neck to pull him back. 

Yoongi barely toppled on top of you again, arms around you as you attacked his lips, needy for a kiss. You took it upon yourself to bring your hand between your bodies, finding his cock so you could stroke him, gently squeeze around his head, tug him a few more times before lining him up with your entrance. 

With a tiny squeeze around his base, you let him know it was okay to move, breathing in a sharp gasp as he moved his hips to press them forward and slip his tip inside your wet, clenching hole. You let go of him, bringing both hands to hold his neck. Keeping up with the kisses was heard, the two of you becoming a mess of tongues and lips the more he pushed forward. 

You were whimpering the more he pushed his cock into you, walls stretching to accommodate him. With one last swift movement, Yoongi bottomed out, kissing your cervix with how long he was, fucking you so deep you forgot how to–

“Breathe, kitten.” he mumbled against your lips, kissing down your throat and collarbones. “It’s gonna feel good soon. Just breathe for me.” 

You did as he asked, breathing hard through your nose and letting it go from your mouth. It was easy to forget all about the pain as Yoongi kissed his way down your body, as much as his position would allow him, looking at you thought dark lashes as his mouth reached your tits. He kissed all over the soft mounds, leaving a trail of heat until his pout found your nipple. 

His tongue rolled around the bud, making it shiny and wet just before taking it into his mouth to give it long sucks that made your back arch. The new movement cause his cock to stir and nudge that sweet spot within your walls and the moan he pulled out of you was sweet as honey. 

"Baby, please." one of your hands slipped deeper into his messy hair, the other was holding onto the chain around his neck. 

"Yes, kitten?" Yoongi grinned as he let go of your nipple just to make his way to the opposite one and repeat the same suction movements and teasing with his tongue. 

"Fuck me." you whispered, trying to move your hips underneath him. 

"What was that?" he asked with an arched brow after pinching your nipple between his teeth. "Couldn't hear you properly." 

Yoongi was a little menace when he wanted to be, making you squirm as you tensed your pelvic muscles, clenching around him, repeating yourself: 

"Fuck me, Yoongi." you begged. "Fuck me good so that you're the only man in my mind. Make me cum so hard we'll have to change the sheets before falling asleep, then wake me up so you can fuck me again, over and over, until your neighbors know whose name I'm screaming–" 

"Fucking hell–" 

A full body shiver raked through Yoongi, a deep breath slipping past his lips as he raised himself on his arms. You missed his warmth instantly, but the view of him on top of you, long chain dangling from around his neck, flushed body, hips snug against your middle, was all worth it. 

Especially when his hips pulled back and you both watched as his cock came out of you coated in your arousal. You could feel every bump, ridge and vein, just like he could feel your walls fluttering around him. Despite being careful when pulling out, Yoongi shoved his cock right back in, both of your moans being almost completely drowned out by the squelching of your pussy. 

“Fuck–!” you cried as your body rocked as Yoongi kept that pace going, brutal and skilled. 

“Look at you bouncing on this big cock, hm?” the man had the audacity to tease you, thrusting time and time again to make you squirm and bounce the harder he fucked you. “So fucking tight, too. My pretty little kitten, stuffed full of cock, sounding like a slut.” 

“You greet your fans with that mouth?” was all the comeback you managed to spill, a hand on his chest and the other holding onto his chain for dear life. You could already see red lines around his neck, but he wasn’t complaining. 

“Yeah,” he gloated, obviously happy with himself. “But you’re the only one who gets to know what else I can do with it.” 

You had to laugh, slightly delirious as you thought about his mouth and just how many times he made you cum in record time using only his lips and that sinful mouth. But then again–

“Actually –fucking hell–,” you sighed, the top of your head just shy from banging on his headboard as Yoongi upped his pace. “Pretty sure you were rapping about your tongue skills tonight as well–” 

“Okay,” he continued, obviously amused about how chatty you were being. “How about you being the only one who gets to experience it, hm?” 

"I'm okay with that." you agreed with a quick nod of your head, clenching and twitching underneath him. "Fuck, baby, you're always fucking me so good– Filling me up all the way. I can't–" 

"Yes you can, take it like a good girl." 

Yoongi must be nearing his end as his thrusts became sloppy and a little less consistent but just as good. You could feel him all the way in your guts, stretching you wide, making you want to scream his name. You only realized you were pulling on the chain again when his elbows bent and his nose was nudging yours. You kept him glued to you, swallowing his every moan, feeding him your own.

Your pussy was clenching like crazy, neither of you finding time to properly breathe as you hooked a leg around his waist. Yoongi pushed deeper and rolled his hips over and over again, hitting all of the good spots, hipbone abusing your swollen clit. 

"Gonna cum, Yoongi, oh my god!" you squealed as you writhed underneath him, steel grip on his chain as your nails from the other hand sunk in on his back. 

"Cum for me, kitten, make a mess for me," he growled like a starved beast, hips pistoning into you with the little bit of stamina he still got. "Good girl, just like that–" 

Your legs gave out as you started to tremble, lower stomach tensing until the band broke and your orgasm hit you hard. Your vision went blurry and your ears buzzed as you creamed around Yoongi’s cock, wave after wave rolling off of you as you went just a little more insane. 

Yoongi’s own orgasm was tipped right after yours, a delicious warmth spreading inside you as his thick cum filled you up so much you knew you’d make an even bigger mess. His chest pressed you into the bed, both of you clinging to each other for dear life. 

Your breaths were heavy, bodies sweaty, sheets as ruined as the two of you were. There were tears in your eyes from the mess of emotions you were suddenly hit with, knowing now that the sex was over, Yoongi didn't need to enchant you with sweet words and empty promises. 

"Did I hurt you, baby?" he asked you with worry, noting your red rimmed eyes, kissing the couple pesky tears away. "I'm sorry if I was too rough…"

"You were perfect. You're always perfect." you assured him, pulling him in for another hug, hiding in his chest. "Just fucking me stupid, that's all." 

That seemed to distract him and you felt his body shaking as he laughed. Yoongi didn't let go of you for a very long time, what felt like ages, really. Until you could both breathe again and the haze swirling around your brain dissipated. 

The idol only let go of you when he could feel his cum start to leak out of you, rushing to the bathroom to clean his softening cock. He got back to you with clean cotton shorts and a damp cloth, insisting on being the one to clean up the mess between your legs. 

You were a little wobbly when you used the bathroom after him, needing to pee, avoiding looking at yourself in the mirror as you washed your hands and your face. You looked absolutely wrecked, in the best way possible. 

Your neck was a little purple in spots, both from Yoongi’s kisses and the damned chain. Your hair was a mess that wouldn't be fixed without conditioner or brushing lotion. Your hips had finger marks all over–

"Baby, are you okay in there?" Yoongi asked, already opening the door and making you yelp. 

"Hey! I could be on the toilet!" 

"What if you were?" he scoffed, as if it was no big deal. "I've seen you do worse." 

"Debatable!" you complained in a high pitch. "I can't have one moment to myself?" 

"Nop." Yoongi grinned happily, showing you his gums. He walked to you next to the sink, bringing a clean shirt to put over your head, going as far as pulling your arms through the holes. "You were taking too long and I was missing you." 

If your own blush wasn’t the first to betray you, you could have teased him for his post-sex neediness. 

Yoongi wasn’t looking much better than you, now that the chain had been taken off, his own neck was red and bruised, likely to give his makeup noonas a hard time covering them enough for his concert tomorrow night. There were scratches all over his shoulders and back, hair just as messy as it was at the end of the show. 

He pulled you into his body for one last hug before holding your hand and pulling you out of the bathroom. Yoongi led you out of his room right after, going further down the hall as he dragged you into the guest bedroom, where he had already pulled out the covers of the bed, likely too tired to change his sheets tonight. 

You found a water bottle waiting for you at the side of the bed, happy with the fact he remembered how thirsty you got after sex, chugging it down in almost one chug. Only when you trusted your voice not to waver and you were both lying in bed, with Yoongi pulling you into his arms, you said:

“What about tomorrow?”

“Huh?” he blinked like a confused cat.

“You were going to tell me about the secret plans that involve me and not morning sex.” you reminded him of the subject that was pushed aside when he saw you wearing his chain earlier. 

“I never said no to morning sex.” he pointed out as you laid with your cheek on his chest. His hand was drawing patterns on your arm. 

“Okay, so after the morning sex–”

“Uh. Yeah, there's this new coffee shop that just opened up, and they do american style breakfast.” he started, just a little hesitant. 

“Oh, I love American breakfast!” you chirped, tracing the few lines on his stomach with your fingertips.

His chuckle was cute and endeared. “I know, that's the only reason I said yes to getting out of bed that early when we were in Chicago.” 

“I never woke you up before 11am.” you squinted up at him with a shake of your head. 

“Like I said, early.”

“Okay, well. What about this new place?” you insisted, curiosity getting the best of you. 

“I wanna take you there tomorrow. Check out the place.” he shrugged, but you sat up. 

“Oh, Yoongi…”

“You can say no, if it's weird.” he was nibbling on his bottom lip as he watched you. 

“No, it's not weird, just... it sounds like a hype place, and, well, won’t people see us?” you were worried, despite going out for breakfast with Yoongi sounding like a perfect morning plan. 

Besides the morning sex. 

“Does it bother you?” he frowned, adding: “Being seen with me?”

“Why would it bother me?” you chuckled under your breath, it felt like you were talking about different topics. “I know you like to keep your reputation, so I don't mind–”

“My what?” Yoongi sat up a little higher against the headboard.

“You know… Not being seen with a girl?” you held back the rolling of your eyes. “Isn't that why I can't watch your concerts from the seats?”

“No??” he looked bewildered, as if you were insane.  

“What??” you were the one confused now, a slightly amused laugh sounding incredulous. “You asked me to stay backstage after that Dispatch tweet linked us together…”

“Yeah, because I didn't want it to put you at risk, not because I mind that people saw me with you!” he reached out to smooth your hair, but you doubted that it did anything. 

“Oh.” 

“Is that what you've been thinking all this time?” his head tilted comically and you felt your cheeks burn. 

“Well, yeah?!” 

“Why wouldn't I want to be seen with you, baby?” Yoongi pressed and you opened and closed your lips a few times before deciding on what to say. 

“Because I'm just…” 

“You’re not just a friend.” he stopped you, finally making up his mind. Completely tilting your world upside down as he continued: “And I'm tired of pretending that you are.” 

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You kept your book in your lap as you waited, but couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your lips at the sight of the big brown wolf that stepped out between the trees. His eyes were stuck on you, snout up in the air to breathe you in even from so far away. 

Namjoon said you smelled of rainy sunday mornings and strawberry cream, whatever that meant. Unfortunately, your very human nose wasn’t as unnaturally powerful as his werewolf one. 

“Come here, puppy.” you called to him, tapping the grass next to you as you would do to a dog. 

Namjoon’s response was a low growl that made your bones rattle, the kind that unnerved you when you first met him. Now it made you laugh, knowing you’d pay for that teasing sooner than later. 

The wolf started to run, crossing the whole backyard and reaching you in seconds. Knowing him and his clumsy human version, you quickly scanned the page you were reading to memorize the number and closed it up; you didn’t have enough time to search for the bookmark before the huge mass of fur was jumping on you.

Despite his massive frame and weight, Namjoon was always careful with you. He could have seriously hurt you when his body hit your legs. Instead, your squeals weren’t of pain, but in desperation to stop him from licking whatever skin your sundress didn’t cover. 

“Stop, baby, stop!” you were giggling as you tried to push his head off your leg. “You know I hate it when you do that!” 

And you know I hate it when you call me ‘puppy’. Namjoon’s response was delivered into your head; another werewolf thing that took you a while to get used to. 

Namjoon, while in wolf form, could speak into your mind, an ability that he shared with all members of his pack. You being human meant that you couldn’t be part of the pack, but you and the alpha were bonded, meaning you were able to have a few surprising perks. 

“Okay, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again!” you lied. The kicking of your legs and wailing of your heart stopped when Namjoon gave up on his short lived revenge. 

You took a moment to compose yourself, sitting up against the tree trunk as the pillow you were using ended up a few meters away. You fixed your hair back into place as Namjoon watched you with an open mouth, tongue out and breathing rapidly. You wanted to scoff and tell him that he did look like a puppy when he acted like that, but you refrained. 

The wolfman toppled sideways on the grass, resting his large head on your lap. As if it was second nature, your hands found his fur and you used your nails to scratch his scalp; an action that pleased both man and wolf. 

“How was your run, my love?” you asked as you felt him relax against you. “I hope you didn’t give Kookie a hard time.” 

Namjoon huffed, making the skirt of your dress rustle with the wind. I don’t give him a hard time, you just baby him too much. 

“I do no such thing!” yes you did, but you knew the boy since he was sixteen and you still saw him as the scrawny kid that he was when he ran into Namjoon’s established pack. 

I need to make it harder for him so he knows his place. Your boyfriend spoke as if he didn’t have a very soft spot for the boy. Otherwise he’ll think it’s okay to challenge me for my spot. 

“Jungkook would never challenge you, he admires you too much.” you pointed out, fingers getting lost in the fur on the back of his neck. “I always thought he had a massive crush on you when we first met him.” 

I’ll tell him you said that. Namjoon’s body trembled as he coughed; or the wolf version of a laugh. That will be a great opener tonight.  

“What’s tonight? Are you going out with them?” you asked absentmindedly, already picturing a bottle of wine, a bathtub and a bad reality TV show marathon, if Namjoon had plans that didn’t involve you. 

No, the guys are coming over. He told you as if it wasn’t a big deal. I invited them for dinner. 

“You did what?” 

You must’ve sounded serious, as Namjoon laid down on his stomach and turned his face to look at you. His eyes reminded you of a doe and not of the wild wolf that he was. 

They wanted to see you, so I just thought–

“Kim Namjoon. You know I don’t mind having them over, but a little heads up would have been nice?” you stared at him, eyebrows raising. “We don’t have any food in the house!” 

Cub, we have so much food in the house. Namjoon sounded soft, like he was talking to a child. 

“Not to feed a pack!” you groaned. “Surely I can put something together, but it won’t be the same!” 

They will appreciate it nonetheless, I promise. The wolf reasoned. We can even order pizza if that will make it easier. 

“I’m not serving ‘easier’ to your packmates!” you were almost offended by that idea. 

Seokjin, Hoseok, Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook were your friends, too. You knew them all for at least a decade now and they’ve been to your house more times than you could even remember; before Namjoon even moved in with you or formed his own pack. 

But, lately more than ever, you didn’t feel like you were only ‘Namjoon’s girlfriend’. If he was pack leader, their newly appointed Alpha, then that gave you a higher position, too. Even if you weren’t part of the pack, you still felt like you had a role to play.

One that sometimes appeared in the form of feeding the seven hungry wolves. 

“Oh my god, I need fresh strawberries.” you said as your brain tried to come up with a menu for this impromptu dinner. 

Why do you need fresh strawberries? Namjoon asked patiently. He knew better than to stop your brain from overthinking. 

“For dessert, of course! What day is it?” you asked while standing up. Before he could answer, you spoke again: “Today is saturday, so the fresh fruit market is going to be at the town square.” 

You’re going to the market now? The wolf stood on his four legs and you ignored how he stared at your ass when you bent down to gather your book and the pillow. 

“No, my love.” you had your free hand on your hip. “We are going to the market now.” 

Babyyyyyyy. Namjoon groaned both in your head and out of his wolf mouth. I just came back from a run. 

“I know, so I need you to march in there and shower before we leave.” you nagged, turning on your heels and walking towards the backdoor of your house. “While you get ready, I’ll– Uh-uh! No wolf in the house, please!” 

The wolf practically howled in annoyance, a complaint away from being called puppy again. You pushed the sliding glass door open enough for a human to pass, going straight into the kitchen while Namjoon did his thing and turned back into his human form. 

The shifting was something you’ve seen before, Namjoon made you watch it in the very early stages of your relationship, so you’d know what you were getting yourself into. But it wasn’t a sight you actively tried to watch out for. 

“Happy now?” the man grumbled and when you looked at him again, you found Namjoon naked and covering his modesty with both hands. His skin was sweaty and had a few dirt spots from mud and grass. 

“Very, thank you.” 

You shooed the man away, not hiding it when you stared at his ass and back when he walked past you to take the stairs to the second floor. While Namjoon showered, you all but ran around the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets and searching the fridge for whatever you could cook tonight. 

Namjoon wasn’t so wrong in assuming you did have food in the house, he always made sure to keep your home –including the meat freezer in the garage– filled with everything one might need. 

You knew it made his animal side elated and proud to be able to provide for you, while his more human side was happy that you had your own job and kept your independence. 

After making a mental check-list of the few things you needed to buy when you were out, you kept your ears aware of your boyfriend on the floor above you; never a delicate walker, that one. When you could tell Namjoon was done with his shower, you walked to the front of the house to put your sandals on. 

It was such a nice day out, in the height of spring, that you didn’t feel like changing from your flowy sundress, only tightening the bow on the back so the top was more snug on your chest. 

The small growl you heard brought all different kinds of shivers to your heated skin, making you look up through the reflection in the mirror you were standing in front of. You saw as Namjoon walked down the stairs, clean and smelling of fresh aftershave, jaw locked as he stared you down like a meal. 

“I really like that dress on you.” he told you what you already knew while you pretended the way he was looking at you didn’t bother you.

“Do you like the dress, or the fact that you gave it to me?” you turned around when he jumped the last step, landing surprisingly elegantly. 

“I like that it makes your tits look great.” Namjoon was shamelessly staring, making you laugh despite the heat creeping up your neck. 

You crossed your arms, unintentionally pushing your breasts up. “You say this now, but then other people look at them and you get all jealous.” 

Namjoon looked good enough to eat in a dark green t-shirt that matched the color of your dress and was a little tight on his chest and bulging biceps. His shorts were brown and knee length, perfect for the sunny day. 

Your checking-out was cut short as the man towered over you and bent his knees to pick you up; strong hands on your hips to lift you and press you between his body and the hallway wall. 

You gasped as your breath was knocked out of you, legs wrapping around his hips as your arms uncrossed and your hands reached for his shoulders. Your eyes were on his lips, catching the feral smirk that Namjoon aimed your way. 

“I don’t need to be jealous, baby.” Namjoon informed you in what you knew was the complete truth. He didn’t need to, yet he still did. His face found the crook of your neck, nose dragging on the column of your throat. “You’re mine.” 

“Joon–” you moaned, hands finding his neck as one of them ventured into his hair. 

“Say it.” with the small tug on his hair, Namjoon groaned against your throat, opening his mouth to leave wet kisses against your skin. “I want to hear you say it.” 

“I’m yours, alpha.” 

Using his title was a dirty move, making him shudder and press you harder against the wall. But Namjoon wasn’t the only one who had tricks up his sleeve. You still felt the wet spot on your neck when he pulled his face away from it in order to level his nose with yours, so close you could breathe in his air. 

“Fuck yeah, you are.” 

Namjoon agreed as his hands slipped to your ass to raise you just a little higher, aiming his mouth with yours before stealing your breath with a mind numbing kiss that had you putty in his arms. Your jaw fell slack, lips parted for his tongue to invade your mouth. The kiss was deep and slow, sensual and toe curling. 

Unfortunately, it was also short lived when he mumbled against your swollen lips: “Let’s go get your fresh strawberries.” 

You lived in Dalju your whole life, born and raised in the tiny town between mountains and surrounded by forests. It wasn’t until you turned sixteen and met Seokjin –who would later introduce you to Namjoon– that you found out that half the town’s population was made up of werewolves. 

It was funny how you could tell now, simply from walking around the square, who was human like you, and who was a supernatural being. Werewolves had that special thing that made them stand up, if you paid enough attention. They reacted faster, walked more elegantly and, sometimes, you could see the yellow flashing in their eyes. 

You’ve been to other places before, Seul was just a drive away, but you liked this quiet life. Namjoon, even if he wasn’t a werewolf, wouldn’t trade living so close to nature for a busy city, you were sure. That was something you talked about, both comfortable in the status of your relationship, the fact that Dalju was a safe place to start and raise a family. 

And now, walking around the town’s square, hand in hand with the love of your life, you didn’t think there was another place you’d like to be. 

The sun warmed up your skin and the cool winds soothed it, the smell of fresh fruit, flowers and baked goods lifted your spirits and put a pep in your steps. Every Saturday, stores and markets had a little booth at the square in the middle of the town, offering good prices and fresh produce. That’s where you knew you’d find the best strawberries possible for baking the cake for the pack. 

“Are you okay?” you gently hit Namjoon’s hip with yours as you walked the made-up street that was lined with stalls and booths on either side of you. You knew that places like this, with too much information all at once, could be a little overwhelming for him at times.

“I’m fine, cub.” he answered you with a smile, squeezing your hand reassuringly. 

“We won’t be here long, I can already see Mrs. Chan’s booth.” you pointed out one of the few stalls up ahead. 

“I like Mrs. Chan.” Namjoon grinned, making you bite back a roll of your eyes. 

“She likes you even more.” 

“Aww, don’t be jealous, baby.” he chuckled like a boy, warming your heart as much as it annoyed you. “You know I like them a little younger.” 

“Okay, no need to sound like a creep.” 

You pinched your boyfriend on his side, making his laugh so much his shoulders were shaking. 

Mrs. Chan was a very nice old lady that owned her family farm until she could pass it on to her oldest child. She sold the biggest berries you’ve ever seen that were as sweet as her. The woman also carried a not-that-serious crush for your boyfriend; not that you could blame her, when he was handsome and charming. 

“Good afternoon, noona.” Namjoon greeted the woman before you had the chance to, using the honorific he knew would make her croon. “Your hair looks lovely today.” 

“If it isn’t my favorite boy and his lovely girl.” Mrs. Chan was already red in the face, fixing her round glasses on the bridge of her nose to see the two of you better. She was wearing a floor length, floral dress, with a light cardigan on top. Her hair was up and away from her face, in a braid that was a little crooked here and there. Turning her face sideways so you could see the hair-do better, she said: “You like it? My granddaughter did it for me.” 

“She is very talented, Mrs. Chan.” you smiled softly. “Are your grandkids in town?” 

“Oh, yes, spring break and all that.” the woman explained with excitement. “What can I help you with today?” 

“This one is looking for fresh strawberries, so I told her we would find them here.” Namjoon let go of your hand and placed his on the low of your back. You sent him squinted eyes. 

“Well, you won’t find any fresher than mine!” Mrs. Chan gushed, pointing to the beautiful spread on the stall between you. “Try some!” 

Rows of colorful fruits and vegetables were spread out and a shallow bucket had dozens and dozens of juicy, red strawberries. Neither you nor Namjoon made the move first, making the woman laugh and pick up two medium sized strawberries to hand them over to the two of you. 

Your boyfriend simply plucked the hull out of the fruit before shoving the whole thing into his mouth. He regretted it instantly, covering his mouth while he chewed and you judged him with your eyes as Mrs. Chan laughed. 

Instead of stuffing your mouth like a hamster, you took a bite out of the fruit. It was so sweet that you felt it on the corners of your jaw as you chewed. Even when you tried to have more class than your man, a couple droplets of the strawberry juice still escaped on the corner of your lips as you swallowed. 

Nothing got past Namjoon, who reached out to lift your chin with his pointer finger, angling your face towards him. You blinked slowly as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip and collected the drops, bringing them back to your mouth. Without thinking about your audience, you parted your mouth and flicked your tongue on the pad of his digit to collect it. 

If you could hear his wolf right now, he’d be saying ‘Good girl, don’t let a drop go to waste’. 

As if remembering where you were, Namjoon moved his hand from your face and replaced his smug smile with a more innocent one, facing a flustered Mrs. Chan to say: “Best strawberry I’ve ever tasted.” 

“Oh, good! How many do you need, dear?” the older woman bent as much as her back allowed her to, to pick a small plastic green basket and paper bag to pick your order. 

Namjoon looked at you, but you were still chewing on the rest of your strawberry, lifting both hands to show him all of your fingers. Mrs. Chan picked the prettiest looking berries and placed them on the green basket and then placed those inside the paper bag. You ended up picking a couple tangerines, too, since you knew Yoongi was coming over later. 

You tried paying for the produce, but Namjoon was faster than you and took care of it, letting the woman keep the hefty change for herself. 

As you walked away from the booth, your boyfriend searched for your free hand as you carried the paper bag with the other. Neither of you were in such a rush to go back home, silently deciding to walk the rest of the fair before going back to where your bikes were parked. 

It was only when Namjoon hesitated that you searched his face for any sign of trouble. 

“Hongjoong is here.” he told you quietly, head pointing to the man in question. “I didn’t know his pack was in town.” 

“You think there’s something wrong?” you asked with a small flutter of your stomach, the nervous kind. 

After you started dating Namjoon, you learned that werewolves could be volatile beings. Packs were extremely territorial and sometimes that made them butt heads. All of the disagreements Bangtan was involved in were solved with conversations, as far as you knew, but if it wasn’t for Namjoon and his diplomatic skills, things could have easily gotten out of hand. 

Hongjoong’s pack was made of eight members, which made them bigger than Bangtan by number. They never challenged each other, but Namjoon still threaded carefully. 

“Go say hi, be nice.” you told him with a gentle nudge in the direction of the other alpha. “Just don’t invite him for dinner.” 

“I wasn’t going to–” 

Namjoon mumbled before letting go of your hand so he could walk to the other man. You knew one of the reasons for the two packs to not get along was the fact that Hongjoong didn’t like that Namjoon chose a human as his partner. Their pack believed in keeping the lycan race pure, which made you want to give them a history book as a gift. 

You could tell when you weren’t welcome, so you stayed behind while your boyfriend went to greet the other werewolf, but you still bowed politely from afar when the man in question looked at you. 

Instead of staring or looking like a lost puppy waiting for its owner to come back, you looked around and approached the first stall you found. 

You didn’t think you'd seen them at the fair before, but you recognized the name of the store that it was representing. You never walked into Moon’s Gift Shop, but you remembered it from walking around town and spying the storefront. The guy taking care of the booth was distracted with organizing a few gemstones side by side, jumping a little when he saw you standing near. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to spook you!” you apologized as the man caught his breath. 

“No, no, please, I was so in my head that the wind would have spooked me.” the man dismissed it quickly, fixing his posture. “Are you looking for anything specific? A candle, special herbs…?” 

“I’m just taking a look, but thank you.” your polite answer was clearly disappointing as he realized you weren’t a buying customer. To try and seem interested, you asked: “I’ve never seen you at the fair before.” 

“First time today.” the man has his hands on his back and straight shoulders, a friendly smile on his face. “My uncle owns the shop, but he’s too old to be here all day. I’m new in town, so I thought this might be a nice way to meet everyone.” 

“That makes sense.” you nodded slowly. 

Dalju was the type of small town where everyone knew everyone, or at least heard of everyone. 

“Well, you just met one more person.” you offered the man a hand to shake, telling him your name. “I work at the french coffee shop down at samgye street, just pop in any time from monday through friday and I’ll give you a free butter cookie.” 

“You must be the nicest person I’ve met so far!” the man beamed, reaching for your hand to shake. The movement made his shirt move up on his forearm a little more, revealing a beautiful tattoo of what looked like a bouquet of flowers at first glance, but when you focused on it, you realized they weren't flowers at all. The art piece on his arm showed four incredibly detailed snakes in vibrant colors, so entangled in each other that it made their colors pop up even more. “I’m Seung-cheol and I’ll definitely claim that butter cookie.”

“I’ll be watching out for you, then.” you told him, noticing from the corner of your eye that Namjoon was ending his conversation and looking for you. 

“Let me give you something in return.” 

“You really don’t have to, oh God–” 

You didn’t have the heart to tell  that the butter cookies you offered were freebies that most people got when buying coffee at the Café. It wasn’t a special ‘welcome’ thing. Yet, the man was faster and picked a handmade bracelet from a small pile, with a round gem-stone in the color of your dress. 

You were so surprised that you didn’t react when the nice man reached for your left arm and tied the bracelet around your wrist.  

“Baby?” Namjoon’s voice was low and when you looked at him, you saw his jaw clench. His eyes were on the hand of the man around your wrist. 

You knew you were in trouble. 

Not because your boyfriend was irrational or possessive, but because  was touching the spot on your wrist that meant something to Namjoon. If you were a werewolf, that’s where one of your scent glands would be. Even as human, the insides of your wrists was a spot on your body that he liked to kiss. 

So for another man to be gifting you something –which could be considered as courting, for Namjoon’s kind–, and touching your scent point, sent a message to Namjoon. At least to the wolf side of your boyfriend. 

“Are you ready to go?” a possessive arm sneaked around your waist and settled on your hips, giving it a firm squeeze that pulled you into his body and unlatched your arm from the other man’s grasp. 

“Of course, my love.” you easily fit into your boyfriend’s side, smiling lovingly at him before saying goodbye to the man you just met. “Welcome to Dalju, I hope you like it here. Oh, and thank you for the bracelet.” 

 bowed a full ninety degrees. “I’ll see you soon.” 

Namjoon all but dragged you away from the booth, making the way back from where you came. You had an arm around his waist and the paper bag with the fruits on your other hand. Your lover’s breathing was heavy and his body felt tense, only relaxing when you were halfway to the bicycle parking area. 

You thought you were safe when he finally asked:

“I see you're making new friends, huh?”  

“The guy is new in town, I was just being nice.” you shrugged, not making a big deal of what wasn’t one.  

“And you got a gift out of it. How nice.” sarcasm was lacing his words, clearly in a sour mood. “Where is he from?”

“I didn't ask.” you told him honestly, but you did share what you did know: “He said his uncle owns Moon’s Gift Shop.” 

“The one next to the record store?” Namjoon asked and you nodded. “That's weird.”

“How is that weird?”

“That's where Jimin buys moon stones and vervain sometimes.” your boyfriend explained as you walked side by side and you understood what he meant. “I could swear it was a wolf-owned store.”

“ isn't a werewolf.” you pointed out the obvious. Even with that short interaction, if the man was a supernatural in any level, you would have noticed. 

“Oh, so he has a name?” 

“Oh my god, Namjoon.” you rolled your eyes at the little jab, dropping your arm from around him once you reached your two bikes. “I thought you didn't get jealous.”

“I'm not jealous.” he shrugged, using his superhuman strength to pick up your bike with one hand and put it on the sidewalk in front of you.

“Mhmm, sure big boy.” you were shaking your head as you placed the paper bag with the fruits on the wicker basket on the front of your bike. Looking for a change of subject you asked: “How's Hongjoong’s pack?” 

“Just passing through, it seems.” Namjoon told you, letting go of his jealousy for now. “They are going to Seoul to oversee some territory feuds.”

You waited for the man to free his own bike before you lifted the kickstand on yours so you could walk side by side while pushing the vehicles. This area was much too crowded for the two of you to start riding them yet. 

“Southside again?” you asked with genuine interest, knowing you were lucky that Namjoon shared everything with you. Things humans were probably not allowed to know.  

With a nod, your boyfriend said: “Mhm. They are targeting humans now, trying to get a rise out of the Northside.”

“That's not good.” you must’ve looked concerned, making the werewolf rush to add: 

“You know I'd die before letting anything happen to you.”

“I'm not worried, my love.” maybe only enough for you to be smart. “Those disputes hardly ever get here.”

The bulgogi was soaking in seasoning, beer was in the freezer and the cake was baking in the oven. You already had Namjoon fix the pillows on the couch and bring the armchair from the hallway to the living room just so your guests could have one more option to sit. 

You still had a good few hours before the guests arrived and you could finally relax. You had things under control. 

Yeah. You got this. 

“What smells so good?” Namjoon was asking as he walked into the kitchen, bringing some coasters that you knew he got from the bar cart. 

“That would be my cake.” you grinned, heart filled with pride. 

You checked the clock on the oven just to make sure it wasn’t ready yet, even if you did put an alarm on your phone. You were so distracted that you didn’t see the sneaky wolf coming around the kitchen island to hug you from behind as he nuzzled into your neck.  

“Mhmm, I think it's you.” Namjoon’s nose tickled you, making you laugh and turn around in his arms as you tried to escape. “Did you make this from scratch?” 

Over your shoulder, you noticed what he was looking at; the mixing bowl filled with pink frosting. 

“Mhmm, strawberry–” you gasped mid sentence, watching as your boyfriend dipped two fingers into the bowl. “You did not just shove your fingers into my buttercream!” 

“You know I can't resist your cooking.” he smiled like a child before bringing his pointer and middle fingers to his mouth to lick it off. “It's so good, cub, you should try some.” 

“Then I'll use a spoon–”

You found yourself astonished as Namjoon brought the same two fingers to the bowl again. At least he had the good mind to swipe them on the edge of the bowl, instead of dipping them in the middle of the frosting. You might have asked for a premature divorce if he had. 

You winced when the man brought his hand close to your face, but instead of spreading buttercream on your cheek or nose, he kept them near your mouth. The boyish smile dropped from his face and you saw a flash of yellow, knowing Namjoon wasn’t playing anymore. 

It made you very aware of the marble island behind you and of the tall man in front of you. Namjoon was always burning hot –another wolf thing that came in handy during winter times–, always caging you in like the perfect prey. 

“Won’t you have a taste?” his voice was low and tempting, as if inviting you to sin. 

And god knew you were only on your knees for Namjoon. 

Your eyes were stuck to his, unblinking. You were scared you might miss the small shows of his wolf if you broke eye contact. It made you miss the small movement of his leg until you felt it parting yours and pushing his tight in between. 

It made you suck in a breath through slightly parted lips. Namjoon watched your mouth and tapped your bottom lip with his buttercream covered fingers. He didn’t push them in, simply letting you make the next move. 

You were already melting under his golden gaze, slipping your tongue between your lips and licking between his fingers. Namjoon hummed in approval, chest vibrating against yours as he took a step impossibly closer. It pressed his muscular thigh to your middle, a small whine leaving your lips from the pressure on your clit. 

Your lips wrapped around his fingers and you gave them a gentle suckle; all Namjoon needed to push them slowly into your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat. Being his girlfriend for almost a decade now, you’d taken something a lot longer and thicker down your throat, no gag reflex as you sucked on his fingers and swallowed around them. 

Your moan was muffled as Namjoon continued to grind his leg against your pussy, causing it to throb and clench, while he practically fucked your mouth with his fingers. And he kept doing it until his digits were clean from any trace of buttercream, pulling them out of your mouth just as slowly as he pushed them in. 

“Look at how wet you made them, baby.” Namjoon teased, making you lick your lips that were also covered in spit. 

“It’s only fair.” you spoke quietly, submissively, as your hands found his sides and you rocked your hips to grind against his thigh again. 

“Oh?” Namjoon raised an eyebrow, playing dumb. “Did alpha make you wet, too?” 

“Yes, alpha.” you nodded, bitting your bottom lip. 

Namjoon moved his leg back, but before you could complain at the loss of contact, he pushed your knees further apart. One of your hands seeked balance on the counter behind you, while the other rested on his chest. You could feel his rapid heartbeat against your palm, but it still lost when compared to yours the moment Namjoon lowered his hand between your legs. 

The werewolf used the same two wet fingers to push your panties to the side, slipping between your folds with so much ease that it made your cheeks burn. And he looked pretty proud of himself, too, as he was the cause of how sopping wet your pussy felt. 

Skilled fingers touched you up and down, circling your entrance and making you press your nails against his pec. Namjoon groaned under his breath, leaning his face closer to yours as his two fingers playfully circled your clit. 

“Oh, fuck.” you whined, the hand on his chest finding home at his nape. 

“You smell so fucking sweet, baby.” he growled, forehead resting against yours. 

“B-better than the frosting?” your voice was trembling as much as your legs as the man kept teasing your clenching hole and moving up to flick your clit. 

“So much better.” Namjoon praised. 

You closed your eyes and craned your neck enough for your mouth to find Namjoon’s. Your teeth latched onto his bottom one and you sucked it into your mouth before biting down. You knew that would get a reaction out of him, as the man groaned roughly and pushed the two fingers into you. 

Your moan was high pitched, the parting of your mouth and the proximity making Namjoon press his mouth roughly against yours. He always kissed you hard, as if making sure you would never forget it. His face tipped to the side to deepen the kiss and you followed suit, letting him lead, allowing him to take what he wanted. 

Afterall, you were getting what you wanted out of it too. 

His fingers went in deep, curling upwards in a knowing angle that pressed the rough spot on your wall. The heel of his palm was rubbing down on your clit, making you lose your fucking mind. Namjoon moved the digits in and out of your pussy in fast paced drags, arm bulging and making your whole body shake with the force of the strokes. 

“Close already, huh?” he teased against your lips when you could no longer kiss him back. 

“Fuck, please, make me cum–” 

Your head fell backwards as your eyes closed shut. You were clenching around his fingers as Namjoon sped up impossibly fast; another crazy thing about werewolves, that stamina. The man took it as an invitation to bend down and mouth at your neck, scratching your skin with his teeth, breathing you in. 

The low cut on your dress made it easy for Namjoon to kiss the tops of your breasts, a wicked tongue making them wet and glistening in the bright kitchen lights. 

Your knees were shaking as you rolled your hips to grind against his hand, pushing the fingers deeper and pressing his palm on your clit enough to make you see stars. Your hand was tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck as you held onto dear life. Namjoon was smiling when he lifted his head to say:

“Fucking cum for your alpha.” 

You had no other choice as your whole body shuddered with the command, the pressure on your lower stomach tensed hard enough to break. With the force of your orgasm, you fell forward against his chest. Namjoon used his free arm to hold you against him and help you ride it out, dragging it on and on as his fingers still pumped in and out of you, but this time he didn’t touch your clit. 

He knew you enough to know how sensitive you got after cumming this hard. You felt like jelly, like your body had a mind of its own as you hid your face in his chest. Your ears were ringing as your boyfriend kissed the top of your head. 

“So fucking sweet.” Namjoon said after pulling his damn fingers out of his mouth. 

“You better not get those anywhere near my buttercream.” you threatened with no bite. 

“You still have quite the attitude for someone who’s dripping down her thighs.” your boyfriend grinned, only letting go of you when he made sure you weren’t about to drop. “You’re welcome, by the way.” 

“I love you, smart ass.” you laughed, ears still buzzing. 

“I love you more.” he replied in a way he knew would make you scoff. “And I think your cake is ready.” 

-

You were already planning on taking a shower before the pack arrived, but your activities in the kitchen sped up the process. You even lit up a brown sugar scented candle in an attempt to override the smell of… Well, you. 

After scrubbing your body and washing your hair, you put on comfortable clothes; a pair of mom jeans and a t-shirt, along with a white, knitted cardigan on top. You were pushing an earring into your left ear when you walked into your shared bedroom to find Namjoon sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“We are so disgusting.” you laughed as you saw he had changed too, wearing pants the same color as yours and a white, knitted sweater. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Namjoon denied it, adding: “Our matching outfits are purely a coincidence.”

“Of course they are.” 

You walked to him as if pulled by a magnet, watching a dimple appear on his cheek. You didn’t know how you got so lucky, not only to meet someone as amazing and incredible as Namjoon, but to be able to call him yours. 

He was the calm when you were stressed, never complained when you asked for a favor, he went out of his way to make sure you were well and happy. Namjoon could have opted to side with his own kind and stay away from you for being human, but he still chose you. He chose you every single day and you knew that would never change.

You would always choose him too. 

“I'm sorry I drove you crazy today.” you sat down next to him, head resting against his shoulder.  

Namjoon laughed. “You didn't.”

“Yeah, right.” you scoffed, knowing damn well that you bossed him around more than you normally would, on top of giving him a hard time about inviting his brothers for dinner.  

“No, I'm serious.” he insisted, letting go of a tiny breath before confessing: “It made me excited for when you start to nest.” 

“Baby, humans don't nest.” you pointed out, lifting your head so you could look at him. 

But Namjoon said sheepishly: “Pregnant humans do.”

“Oh.” you guessed that made sense, but– “Wait, what day is it?!”  

“Today is Saturday, cub, we covered this.” his big hand rested on your thigh as you dismissed him to pull your phone from where you left it on the nightstand before your shower.  

“I mean the day of the month.” you were mostly talking to yourself at this point, unlocking your phone and pulling up the calendar. 

After Namjoon left his familial pack to form Bangtan with his best friends, a new pack that picked him as their leader, something changed within your boyfriend. A different urge that he didn’t have before. Namjoon felt ready to start a family with you. You knew it came from his wolf side, the wish to ensure his line would carry on, make the pack stronger. 

One might think it was a primitive urge, you were aware of that, but he was part animal at the end of the day. He had instincts that spoke louder than others. 

He’d brought up the idea one day and you found yourself surprisingly excited about the thought of carrying his pups. You might not even be married yet, but it didn’t matter to either of you. You both knew you were end game for each other, Taehyung liked to tease that you were Namjoon’s mate, despite being human and not wolf. 

You also didn’t know the first thing about being a mother, let alone a mother to possible werewolf babies. But you both were also aware that a pregnancy between your species was difficult to happen in the first place. 

It might take years for it to happen to the two of you. 

“Joon, I'm ovulating.” you spoke quietly after checking the app. 

“I know.” he said, drawing circles on your thigh with his thumb. 

“You– how?”

“You tasted sweeter.” Namjoon avoided looking at you as he said it, as if that made him shy and not all the rest that happened just a couple hours ago. “I could smell it on you, too. All day.”  

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you probed him softly.  

He shrugged. “I didn’t want to seem pushy.” 

“Baby, you wouldn’t be pushy.” you assured him, placing your hand on top of his. “That's something we both want.” 

“Yeah?”

You nodded. “We can start trying tonight.”  

“Fuck.” he wheezed and you wanted to laugh. “We can start trying tonight.” 

“We could start right now…” you whispered, using your free hand to caress his leg, fingers dancing on the inside of his thigh. “Bet you’d love to stuff me full, huh?”

Namjoon’s eyes grew dark as his lids lowered. He licked between his lips and nodded, parting his legs to invite you closer to where he wanted. You moved on the mattress to get impossibly closer to him, make him drunk on your scent, smothered with your warmth. 

“Does alpha want to breed his baby girl?” you asked in a sultry tone, palming at his cock, squeezing it over his jeans. Namjoon closed his eyes for a second and parted his mouth, nodding. You almost felt bad to say: “You could, if you hadn’t invited the pack for dinner.” 

“What–” your boyfriend was breathing heavily and blinking rapidly, trying to wrap his brain around your words when you moved your hand away from his crotch. When you were up and out of his grasp, he accused: “You are a cruel woman!” 

“You made your bed!” you called back, already back inside the bathroom. “Go downstairs, the boys are never late.” 

You heard your boyfriend grumble and pout, stomping his foot all the way downstairs. Not even five minutes later, you heard the doorbell ring, only giving you time to put on some mascara and a red lip stain. The loud and animated voices of your friends filled your heart with joy, making you move faster. 

By the time you finished getting ready, all seven men were in the living room, talking over each other and laughing at anything and everything. The moment they saw you standing at the entrance, they all stood to greet you. 

The first man to hug you was Seokjin, who happened to be the first werewolf that you’ve ever met, and the one that got you and Namjoon together. 

“There you are.” Seokjin was leaner than Namjoon, but his wide shoulders still made him look a little bigger than your buff boyfriend. “Congratulations.” 

“Hi, Jinnie.” you hugged him just as tightly, but frowned at what he said. “Congratulations?” 

“Are you going to ask me to be the godfather?” Hoseok was pushing Seokjin away and almost bumping you in the process. “Because of course I say yes.” 

“Hi, Hobi–”

The excited wolf was the only one that didn’t mind when you called him puppy, as he was more golden retriever than wolf; at least as far as his personality went. Hoseok was part of Namjoon’s original pack and you met him almost at the same time as you were introduced to Joon. 

“Of course they are not picking godparents yet.” Yoongi snorted with a bored expression. “Thank you for having us over, by the way. The house smells lovely.” 

Yoongi liked to pretend to be quiet and moody, but he had his bursts of energy, especially when alcohol was involved. Not only that, you knew how soft and sweet he truly was. Yoongi was Seokjin’s best friend for almost two decades now, and the three of you were a closed group before the others came along. 

“Thank you, Yoongi.” you smiled softly to the man, knowing you’d make your way to him soon enough. “But what are you talking about?” 

“Joon hyung told us you’re trying to have a baby!” Taehyung told on your boyfriend as he came over to hug you. As the tall man swayed you from side to side, you shot daggers towards Namjoon over Tae’s shoulder. 

You only met Taehyung after you were already dating Namjoon and he was a little weirded out about your human-werewolf relationship, so you didn’t think that friendship with your group would last. But the boy proved to be kind and understanding, someone who just needed a little time to get to know you. Most of the time now he forgot you were human in the first place. 

“You know your mate is a blabber mouth, don’t you?” Jimin was chuckling angelically as he waited for Taehyung to let you go. 

“Sometimes I can’t believe my luck.” you were shaking your head as you giggled, hugging Jimin and getting a kiss on the cheek. 

Taehyung and Jimin were a package deal. You met them both at the same time, but while Tae needed a little push to get used to you, Jimin was an approachable angel. He’d dated humans before, so he didn’t even bat an eye to the fact Namjoon brought you around their hang outs and that you knew the truth about who they were. 

“You’ll be a great mom, noona.” Jungkook was the last one to hug you, but the one who held onto you the longest. 

“And you’ll be a great uncle.” you told him proudly. “All six of you will.” 

Jungkook had been the last one to come into your friend group, exactly what was missing for the eight of you to be complete. You met him on your own, when he was only a teenager who was still learning about the changes his body and mind were going through; he hadn’t even turned into a four legged beast yet. 

He didn’t have a lot of male figures growing up, the only alpha he knew was mean and abused his power. That’s what led you to take him under your wing and gently nudge your six other werewolf friends to be his friends and role models. 

That’s why Namjoon said you babied him too much, but you just couldn’t help it.

“Okay, now that I said hi to everyone I’ll go check on the food.” you announced to the room as they slowly started to fall into conversation in small groups. “Joon, darling, a little help?”

You walked out of the living room and made your way to the kitchen. Namjoon was following after you, so close that he almost bumped into you when you stopped and turned around to face him, hands on your hips.  

“You told them?” you asked through a hiss. 

Namjoon looked guilty as can be, but it didn’t stop him from holding your waist with both hands. “I know, I know, I just saw my pack and I was so happy–You know what, I blame you for what you did. You teased me enough that all the blood was down my pants and I wasn’t thinking.” 

“You’re not putting that one on me.” you squinted your eyes at him, but couldn’t help melting into his touches when he knew exactly how to handle you. “You are so lucky I love you.” 

“Oh, yes I am.” Namjoon chuckled, both hands on the low of your back.  

“Besides, you do realize you just told your pack that we’re going to be fucking all the time, right?” you teased, but you also knew better.  

“Yes I do.” his smirk was sly and proud, leaning lower and lower until his lips were ghosting yours. “But they knew that already.” 

“You’re terrible.” you giggled, closing the distance between the two of you to peck his lips. “Go take drinks for everyone, I’ll join you guys in a bit.” 

“I can help if you need.” Namjoon refused to get away from you, making you squirm out of his grasp.  

“I don’t have much more to do, I got it.” you promised, walking to the fridge and reaching for the beer packs. “I won’t be long, twenty minutes, tops.”  

“Okay, but I’m doing the dishes.” your boyfriend compromised. “For the rest of the week.” 

“You bet your sweet ass you are.” 

You handed the beers to your boyfriend, watching him walk away just to make sure he wouldn’t drop anything in the process. 

You really didn’t have a lot to do at this point, as you ran around like a headless chicken in the afternoon to make sure all of the food would be ready or at least halfway done. The cake was chilling in the fridge, the rice was heating up in the rice-cooker and you turned on the oven to heat up the bulgogi. 

Tump!

The noise made you look away from the pan and out into the yard. It wasn’t rare that bigger bugs bumped against the glass door that led outside, but this noise was a bit louder than you were used to. 

You quickly found the reason for the noise as you walked closer to the glass, seeing the small bird that was laying on the grass. You quickly opened the door, heart clenching for the poor guy that was obviously hurt. 

“Oh, no, birdie…” 

You crouched down to pick the small animal up to bring him inside, wondering if you should maybe grab a pair of dish washing gloves before touching him, just in case. 

That’s when you saw the shadow that was standing behind you in the reflection of the mirror. 

It all happened so fast, you barely had time to react. Arms wrapped around your back to catch you and your mouth was covered with a wet cloth as soon as you opened it to yell for help. You tried kicking and scratching to free yourself, but panic was quickly overriding your brain. 

You were hyperventilating and trying to breathe, but that was a mistake. The more you inhaled the sweet smell coming from the cloth covering your nose and mouth, the more disoriented you became. Your legs started to give out, your arms fell limp on your sides and your eyelids felt heavy. 

Then everything went dark. 

You woke up with a shock. 

It felt as if a high voltage power cord had touched you, making your body jolt awake and sit up all at once. Your heart rate was skyrocketing and it felt like your brain was bumping around inside your head, making you dizzy and nauseated. Your eyes were scrunched shut as you held your head and groaned from the stabbing pain on your temple. 

You forced yourself to take deep breaths, trying to calm down enough to figure out where you were or what just happened. Dropping your hands to your lap and looking around definitely didn’t help as you realized the terrifying fact that you weren’t home. 

You were in a bed, but it wasn’t yours, pushed all the way into a corner. The bedroom was cluttered and messy, with clothes in a pile on the floor, a gaming desk pressed to the wall beside the door, action figures that you didn’t care to recognize inside clear cases on the shelves. 

I looked like a teenager’s bedroom, which only confused you further. 

Next, you checked yourself. 

Looking at your body, you saw you were still wearing the same clothes you changed into for dinner, and you weren’t wearing shoes. But then–

“Oh, fuck!” 

Your throat burned dry and your mouth felt sandy when you groaned and cursed, but the more concerning thing was the chain around your ankle. Stupidly, you pulled on it to find it was attached to the floor on the other end. The links were heavy and made of thick iron; obviously used to hold something much stronger than you in place. 

It made you shiver to think you might know what it was used for. Or what kind of beast might need such ways of restraint. 

You needed to get out of here and you needed to do it fast. 

Focus. Find something, you begged yourself. Touching your pockets was useless as you didn’t find your phone. Looking around, you found a window behind the headboard of the bed, but it was bolted shut and covered with thick slabs of wood. Even if you were in your right mind you wouldn’t be able to pull them out with your hands. 

Keep looking. 

On the wall of the side of the room, you saw something that made you pause. 

At first glance, you thought it might be an open wardrobe of some sort, but upon closer inspection, you saw fish tanks. Self preservation was telling you to stay away, but curiosity got the best of you in the end. You stood up and walked as far as the chain would let you, peering into the shelving unit to find no fish or water inside the tanks; but plants, branches and–

A long red mass launched at you, making you scream and step back to get away. Your feet got tangled on the chain, making you trip and fall on your ass unceremoniously. When you looked at the tank again, you saw that what just tried to strike at you was a snake. 

It had been stopped by the glass keeping it inside the enclosure, but the animal was still staring at you. 

Knock knock.

“What now–” you whispered under your breath, looking at the door to see the shadow of someone standing on the outside. 

“I'm coming in okay?” a male voice announced as you pushed yourself up and off the floor, getting as far away from the door as possible; unfortunately, that meant you had to go back to the bed. “I'm not going to hurt you, so you don't have to be scared.”

The words meant nothing to you, you didn’t trust it for a second. Your ears were buzzing as your stomach dropped and twisted uncomfortably. You waited as the door unlocked and was pushed open slowly, revealing your captor. 

The familiar face took a while to register in your brain, but then you saw the tattoo on his arm and it clicked. The guy from the market. Cheol. 

“Hello…” the man had the audacity to look embarrassed as he lifted his hands and walked in.  

“You kidnapped me?!” were the first words out of your mouth as you tried to push your back against the wall to keep as much distance between you as possible.  

“No, no… I mean yes, sure, but like I said I'm not trying to hurt you and I won’t do anything to you, I promise.” Cheol assured you, pulling the chair from his gaming set up and taking a seat. At least he stayed away from you. “Look at it this way… I want something, and you're my trading coin.”

You couldn’t think of a single thing you had that a crazy man like him could want. You lived a low profile life, you didn’t have riches or enough money in the bank that would justify a kidnap. Namjoon had an art piece or two, but–

Namjoon. 

He would know you were gone by now, maybe he even heard you being taken! Your house was full of werewolves who knew your scent to heart. Bangtan could track you down, no matter how far Cheol took you. 

Yes! You’d be saved! 

“You have no idea what you just got yourself into.” you told the man, a manic laugh coming out and surprising even yourself. “I have people looking for me, people who won't stop until they find me.”

“That is exactly what I'm counting on.” the man leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, a side smirk that made yours drop and your ears buzz. 

“My boyfriend–”

“Kim Namjoon? You think I don't know who he is?” you hated how your partner’s name sounded on his lips, but it was what he said next that had your blood running cold: “Or what he is?”

“Who are you?” 

Your right temple was pounding with a migraine, you felt sick to your stomach and kept getting shivers that made you think you might be developing a stress fever. You hated how Cheol was looking at you, studying you like you were a mouse and he was the snake getting ready to strike.  

“I didn't lie about my name or who I am.” he replied, head tilting menacingly. “My uncle owns Moon’s Gift Shop. That's how I know about werewolves. Let's just say, since I was a young boy I had my reasons to be fascinated with lycans.”

“What do you want with me?” you pushed your hair out of your face as a few strands were stuck with sweat. “If you're looking for a pet, you messed up. I'm not a werewolf–”

“Aren't you listening? I'm not interested in you, I'm after something much bigger.” Cheol started to get annoyed, but you needed to buy yourself time. You didn’t know how far the pack was, how long it would take for them to reach you. 

“What is it that you want, then?” you asked, not sure if you wanted to know the answer. 

“I want to join Namjoon’s pack.” 

You wanted to laugh, but you knew you were at a disadvantage here, so angering the person who held the key to your chain wouldn’t be the smartest idea. That had to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard. 

“You're not even a werewolf.” you pointed out the obvious. “And even if you were, you think kidnapping his mate will buy you a place in Bamgtan? You're insane.” 

“You're his mate? I didn't know humans could–” the man’s eyes widened for just a second, but he composed himself. “It doesn't matter, I will learn. I will learn everything.” 

“Do you really fucking think Namjoon, or any of them, will teach you anything?!” you groaned, reaching for the chain around your foot and pulling on it to make your point across. “Hello!” 

“I don't want them to teach me.” Cheol shrugged, straightening his posture to rest against the back of the chair, legs spread. And then he added: “I want Namjoon to turn me.” 

“You…”

You had more to say, you were sure, but your brain was having a hard time putting words together to make phrases. Your mouth was dry as if you were swallowing cotton balls, your fingertips were twitching before you hugged yourself to try and calm down. 

“Do you have any idea what it is like to never feel like you belong?” his eyes were hard and his voice was deep, but you couldn’t feel sorry for him. “Like you're the lowest amongst your peers? Your own family?”

“Your family are werewolves.” you connected the dots stupidly, thinking about what Namjoon had mentioned once before; that he found it weird that Cheol was human, when he was pretty sure his uncle wasn’t.

“Not my biological family, but the family who adopted me. My adoptive mother thought she was doing me a favor, taking me in. Showing me there's more than a pitiful human life.” an amused smile was making his lips raise in an almost wolfish grin, sarcasm covering every word. “But for what? What's it matter to know the truth if I can't enjoy it myself?”

“If you want to belong to your family, why don't you ask them to turn you?” you asked what seemed obvious to you. 

“You think I didn't try? That I didn't ask?” the question, talking about his family, seemed to anger him. But as long as you kept him talking, he wouldn’t be touching you. “My stupid mother was the only one who cared about me, about humans. I've been bullied my whole life for being who I am. They will never turn me, they don't think we are deserving of the blessing of the moon.” 

You knew that when he said ‘we’, it included you. You hated how the two of you were included in the same group, that you belonged to the same species. But you got to live amongst wolves, you were loved by them. You didn’t feel like an outsider when you were with Bangtan. It scared you to know what Cheol might do to take your place. 

“I'm sorry that this happened to you, but your plan here has many holes.” you tried to sound sympathetic, but you had to be realistic. “Namjoon isn't going to turn you.”

“Oh, but he will. That's why you're here.” he told you with so much certainty that it scared you. Cheol didn’t seem like a stupid person, despite his attitude, he just sounded crazy. And crazy people were dangerous. “All he needs to do is give me what I want, and he gets to take you home, safe and sound.” 

“The minute Namjoon finds out what you did, that you're keeping me here, he's going to kill you.” you told him, knowing that when it came to you, Namjoon was always ‘ask questions later’. “You won't have time to tell him your sad story, you won't get to ask for a favor. He won't listen to you.”

“Well. For your own sake, I hope he does.” the man stood up, hands on his hips in a relaxed manner. “You're my collateral.” 

“Please–” 

Cheol took a couple steps closer to you, but still kept a safe distance. “Do you feel anything? Cold sweats? Nausea?” 

You frowned and your stomach dropped like a rock. Of course you felt all that, alongside panic, shortness of breath, headache–

“What have you done to me?” your voice was only above a whisper.  

“You should look at your arm.”

His words were enough to make your fear grow a thousand times and you desperately clawed at your cardigan to lift the sleeves on both of your arms. You didn’t need to look much further as you saw the red bump on the inside of your left arm; you could see a tiny prickle where a miniscule drop of blood had coagulated, as if someone poked you with a needle. The punctured area was tender to the touch, swollen and burning hot. 

“What is this?! What the hell have you done?” you coughed, eyes burning as you felt your cry in your throat.   

“I saw you looking at my tattoo.” the man was no longer watching, but staring at the four snake enclosures. “Beautiful things, don't you think? Deadly, all of them.” 

“You poisoned me.” you realized, frozen by fear. 

“Nothing personal, I am desperate you see.” he shrugged, turning his head to face you. You covered your arm back down, not wanting to give him the pleasure of seeing the wound he inflicted. “Don't worry, you still have a couple hours before the damage is irreversible. I diluted the venom to drag it out.”

“You're a psychopath!” you yelled out, vision blurry with tears. 

“No. I'm a visionary.” Cheol smiled proudly. “All your wolf needs to do is to bite me, and then I'll tell him which of these beauties’ venom is running through your veins. Then he can give you the correct antidote to save your life.” 

Maybe it was your brain that was too tired, or how you could feel your body start to give up, but his plan didn’t sound so dumb now that your life was on the line. You did make a great exchange coin, Namjoon would do anything to keep you safe. He would bite Cheol, he would turn him, if it meant keeping you alive. 

You didn’t know if this plan was a heat of the moment thing, if he picked you as a target after meeting you at the market or if Cheol already had his eyes on you and Namjoon.  It disgusted you how you tried to be nice to him, how you even accepted his gift. 

“If he kills me, he'll also be killing you.” your captor had a mocking smile on his face. “Not so mouthy now, huh?” 

“I would rather die than see you turn.” you gritted through your teeth. “Your family is right, you don’t deserve to be a werewolf.”

Cheol laughed, smug. “After he bites, maybe you'll get your wish afterall.”

You didn’t know what to do, you had nowhere to run. You felt like you were going to be sick and you didn’t know if it was the anxiety of what was going on, or if it was the snake venom doing its job and poisoning you from the inside out. You didn’t know much about the type of vipers he owned, how potent their venom could be, but you knew that some snakes could kill a horse in less than an hour. 

Even if Namjoon got to you in time, Cheol owned four different kinds of snakes and he could have used any of them to poison you. And you couldn’t just gamble on this, you couldn’t just draw one from a hat and pray that that specific anti-venom worked. 

I’m here, baby. I’m going to get you out. 

Hearing Namjoon’s voice, you broke down into a sob. You didn’t know if you should be hopeful or panic even more. Your reaction caught the man’s attention, who walked back to the computer on his desk and woke it up by moving the mouse. The screen lit up with what showed a live camera feed of the entrance of the house where you could see four wolves and two men standing. 

Namjoon and Seokjin weren’t turned and you hoped that meant they were willing to talk. 

“Show time.” Cheol grinned, rubbing his palms together. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you watch.” 

“Stop, please, let me talk to him–” you begged, knowing the chances would be better if Namjoon could see you were okay.  

However, the man ignored you. “I'll let you say goodbye later.” 

Just like that, you were alone in the room. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you were chanting in your head as you tried to use the rest of your strength to pull on the chains in a futile attempt to free yourself. 

You wanted to cry and to scream, but your throat was too closed for you to project your voice enough for anyone to hear, and it wasn’t the time for crying. You never thought about how you were going to die, but this shouldn’t be it. You had plans, you wanted to do things… You still had to give Namjoon an heir. 

The computer screen showed Cheol meeting the pack outside, but you couldn’t hear what he was saying. All you saw was Seokjin holding Namjoon back and Hoseok and Yoongi baring their teeths menacingly while Jimin and Taehyung paced from side to side without ever moving their eyes from your kidnapper. 

A tiny whine was picked up by your still buzzing ears, followed by a huff that you knew belonged to a wolf. You looked at the window, heart picking up as you crawled on your hands and knees to get closer. Your tied foot jerked uncomfortably as the chain got caught at the foot of the bed, but you were close enough to see through the space between the wood planks. 

“Oh my god, Kook!” you gasped in semi relief at seeing your friend outside, sniffing the window. He let out a tiny bark when he heard you, but you didn’t have time to celebrate being found. “Talk to Namjoon! Don’t let him kill that guy! Please, go!” 

The wolf must’ve sensed your desperation, for Jungkook darted off to alert his pack alpha. You could almost breathe again when you looked over your shoulder and at the computer screen–

“No!” you yelled with the little voice you had left, watching Cheol’s limp body hit the floor; head on an odd angle as Namjoon towered over him. 

A second later Jungkook was joining them, but it was too late. 

You stopped watching the camera feed when you saw and heard the pack invading the house. With Jungkook leading them, they would find you soon enough. Nothing else mattered now, all you wanted to do was to see your love, to hold him one last time. 

Standing up from the bed, you were halfway closer when the door of your cage was kicked open, Namjoon looked ready to fight, unsure what he’d find. 

But all he saw was you, broken and hurt. 

His arms were around you in a blink, cradling you into his chest. You hugged him with a tight, desperate grip, finally crying and screaming against his body. 

“Shh, shhhh.” Namjoon soothed you, but he had tears in his eyes, too. “I’m here, cub, it’s over. I’m going to take you home.” 

You shook your head, knees wobbling and arms giving out. Your cries turned into sobs that made your whole body quiver as you lost the little strength you had, unable to keep yourself standing up. 

Even as Jimin took a chunk out of the chain with his powerful jaws, setting you free, your body gave out; knees bending and sliding down Namjoon’s body to hit the floor.

Namjoon was confused as he held you to break down your fall, kneeling with you on the hard surface as he pleaded:

“What’s wrong? Baby, what’s going on?!”

“Snake bite.” was all you managed to say, moving your left arm. “No antidote.”

You weren’t making much sense, didn’t have time to explain the whole thing and you didn’t want Namjoon to feel guilty. He would blame himself if he knew and you couldn’t do that to him. 

You couldn’t do anything, in fact, watching the world around you spin over and over and over again. Your only comfort was knowing you were dying in the arms of the man you loved, surrounded by your friends. 

Epilogue 

“Alright children, have fun.” Seokjin said while pressing the button that automatically closed the booth of his car. 

“Oh, we will.” Namjoon chuckled, too proud of himself. 

You were shaking your head as you watched Namjoon wheel both of your suitcases out of the curb and onto the stone pathway that led to the entrance of your house. Seokjin was unaffected by his leader’s antics, however.  

“Thank you for picking us up at the airport, Jinnie.” you turned to your packmate and opened your arms to call him in for a hug.  

“You got it, puppy.” Seokjin teased you with your newest nickname, making you grumble. 

It’s been two years since you’ve been turned into a werewolf and welcomed into Bangtan, but the boys still called you by that stupid nickname. Even Jungkook! The boy was just so happy about losing the maknae spot that he went along with the rest of the pack’s clownery. 

You knew you still had to earn your stripes as a newborn wolf, but you were the mate of the alpha of the pack! Did that mean nothing? 

“Hyung, please don't get your scent all over my wife.” Namjoon spoke with a low tone, the same one that he used to turn your knees into molten caramel, but it had little to no effect on the older man. 

“Don't pretend you won't love this excuse to cover me with yours.” you pointed out after letting go of Seokjin and waving him off. 

Namjoon didn’t deny your claims, but kept pushing your honeymoon luggage across the path until he reached the front door. Excited to get home after two weeks of traveling, as a recently married couple, you followed Namjoon. 

“Hey, what are you doing?” your husband stopped short to look at you coming up the front porch. 

“Coming home?” 

“You can't–do you know nothing about traditions?” Namjoon looked baffled, using a hand to stop you. “Stay right there.”

You were confused as hell, but obeyed him anyway and stayed on the same spot. Your arms were crossed as you watched him unlock the front door –after dropping the keys on the first try– and bring your luggages inside. Then, when you were the only thing left, Namjoon skipped back outside and towards you. 

Before you could ask if you could finally move, his arms were circling around you and he was lifting you off the floor. You hugged Namjoon by the neck, giggling when he turned the two of you around to walk the short steps into the home with you in his arms. 

One of his hands went to the back of your thigh to wrap a leg around his waist and you followed his lead to link both ankles behind his back. The groan you received was one of satisfaction. 

Namjoon closed the door shut behind the two of you, choosing to press your back against the wood instead of putting you down. This was a move you knew well, one you didn’t mind in the slightest. Your hand found its way into his hair, tangling in his dark locks to pull and make him bare his neck to you. 

“Pretty.” you whispered, eyes tracing the mate mark on the junction of his neck and shoulder. 

“You did a good job on it.” Namjoon praised, but his eyes were on your cleavage and not on your own mate mark. 

“So did you.” 

The mark on your neck meant a lot more to you than a simple imprint that bound you to Namjoon forever. Yours meant, quite literally, your new chance at life. You had received it on the same night you thought you were going to die, on the floor of a crazy man’s bedroom, with snake venom coursing through your veins. 

You didn’t see how it happened, you passed out before you had the chance to, but when you woke up again –in your own bed this time–, the pack told you what happened. Instead of letting you die, Namjoon did the only thing he could do to save you, and that was turning you into a werewolf. 

You were in great pain when you came out of it and it was a long and hard journey for you to discover your new body, new skills, for you to shift for the first time. But you had seven pack mates to guide you through every challenge. 

You gave Namjoon his mate mark the night he asked you to marry him. 

“Come here.” you rested your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in and closer to you. 

Namjoon’s lips were half parted when his mouth met yours, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth and search for yours. Your breathing instantly dropped, becoming heavier. You dragged your tongue over his in slow, teasing flicks that made him press you harder against the door. 

His hands were on your ass, squeezing your flesh and making your little white dress –a color you’ve been wearing a lot more these the last two weeks– ride up and reveal more of your skin to his greedy touches. Namjoon could easily handle you with his extra bit of strength, positioning you low enough so that his middle was pressing against yours. 

The hardness that was already forming inside his pants started rubbing deliciously against your panty covered pussy. You swiveled your hips harder, moaning into Namjoon’s mouth as you humped him as if you were in heat. 

Fuck, your heats. They had already synced with Namjoon’s ruts and, boy, was that a good time. 

“Shit, you smell fucking good.” Namjoon praised, pulling his swollen lips from yours. His head tilted backwards, eyes closed as he took deep breaths of your natural scent mixed with your arousal. 

“So do you, my love.” 

You groaned, sounding like a tiny growl, and latched your lips onto the newly exposed tanned skin. Now that you were a werewolf, you understood the whole scent-craze. You learned that Namjoon smelled of late afternoon hikes, new books and green meadows, a few spots on his skin tasted sweeter than others. 

Your favorite spot to kiss was just under his ear, on the right side, where you were now drawing circles against and dragging your teeth over and over again. 

“Baby, we need to move or I’m going to fuck you right here.” Namjoon threatened, as if you’d be against that. 

“I don’t mind that.” you moaned, tugging at his hair. “Turn me around and fuck me from behind.” 

Your words made Namjoon hump you harder, making you clench and wish he was inside you already. But then he said:

“I would love nothing more, but I want the first time we fuck in our home, as husband and wife, to be on our bed.” his eyes were glowing yellow as he looked at you, and you knew yours were too. “But we can definitely come back to this later.” 

“I like your plan.” you giggled, hugging the man by the neck and pressing your tits against his chest. “Take me upstairs, baby.” 

Your husband didn’t need to hear it twice, peeling you from the hardwood and turning around so fast that you almost got dizzy. He did not put you down, instead carrying you all the way upstairs and into your room. 

The smell of fresh linen and your favorite peony candle was still so strong it felt like home. You didn’t have much time to dwell on it, or on how nice it felt to be in your nest again after what felt like ages, before Namjoon was all but throwing you on the bed. 

You squealed softly as your back met soft sheets and familiar mattress, legs parting open on your fall. Namjoon had a smug tug on his lips as he ate you with his eyes, hands touching the inside of your thighs to hook on the dips of your hips and pull you closer to the edge of your bed. 

“Do you have any idea how hard it was to spend twelve hours on that plane, next to you dressed like that,” he nodded at your dress; the tight fabric that hugged your curves, cinched your waist and pushed your tits up. “And not be able to drag you into the bathroom and fuck you sensless?” 

“You could have.” you shrugged, parting your legs wider in invitation. “I was dying to get on my knees and suck you off, right in the middle of first class.” 

“Fucking hell, cub–” 

Namjoon’s hands found the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs in a haste until your bottom half was bare for his enjoyment. His chest was rumbling with happiness, making you laugh at how eager he was. As if he hadn’t had you in months. When less than 24 hours ago, you were in a very similar position to this. 

He wasted no more time before dropping to his knees on the floor, hands slipping under your ass to pull you flush against his face. Like a starved man, Namjoon’s mouth met your pussy, tongue slipping easily between your folds. He dragged it up and down, swallowing your slick and humming against your cunt. 

Your hand found his hair just as the tip of his tongue found your clit. As Namjoon drew slow patterns against your swollen nub, circling and flicking it, you pulled on his locks as if trying to ground yourself. Your feet found perch on his shoulders, as you couldn’t reach the edge of the bed, using him as support to grind your hips up and down. 

“That’s it, baby, ride alpha’s face.” 

Your back was bowing and arching off the bed as you moaned out from the vibrations of Namjoon’s growls and how good his mouth felt. The flat of his tongue felt so nice and slippery against your pussy that you couldn’t help but use it to slide your clit up and down. 

“Fuck, alpha…” you cried out in pleasure as you felt your orgasm coming miles away, in lighting speed. “Can I cum? Please, please, I need–” 

Namjoon’s grip on your ass was hard enough to sting, the pleasure-pain bringing you even closer to the edge. 

Cum for me, omega. The order was clear, bouncing in your mind as Namjoon’s mouth was too busy. 

You screamed his name into the room, thighs clamping around his head as you tensed and relaxed all at once, body twitching as your lower stomach contracted. You felt the orgasm all over your body, ending on your curling toes. 

Namjoon licked you slowly through your high, teasing your entrance with his tongue and swallowing your juices, but ignoring your clit in order to avoid triggering your oversensitivity. 

When he finally pulled his mouth away from your cunt, his lips were swollen and shiny and you were ready for more. 

Your husband stood up slowly, like a predator ready to strike. 

“Come here and taste yourself.” he called with the wave of two fingers, knowing what it did to you. 

Your legs were trembling and your arms felt weak as you sat up and raised your body to kneel on the bed. You didn’t bother fixing your dress as it was bunched around your waist, reaching for Namjoon with eagerness. You sucked on his bottom lip, hands on either side of his neck, as he gave your ass cheek a slap before filling up the whole hand with your flesh. 

You licked around Namjoon’s mouth and gave his tongue a gentle suckle, tasting yourself from his lips. One of your hands traveled down his body to palm at his hardness, fingers tracing its length and giving it a nice squeeze. 

“I would rather taste myself somewhere else.” you mumbled against his lips, swallowing the moan that he let out. 

“Be a good cub for me and maybe I’ll let you.” his smirk could be felt against your mouth, making you clench around nothing and feel more of your wetness sticking on the inside of your thighs. 

“I’m always a good cub for alpha.” you whined, pliant. 

Namjoon reached for your mouth again, but you pulled away at the last second, making him chase your lips and growl when you were out of reach. You were smiling as you shook your head, hands reaching for the hem of his shirt to pull it off. He helped you rid him of his top, throwing the shirt on the floor and pushing his shoulders back. 

“Are you sure you’re all mine?” you couldn’t help but marvel as you looked at his strong chest, lines and ridges of his torso. 

“In this life and the next.” he gushed, cheesy. 

“I want you in the one after that, too.” your hands were on his stomach as your lips met his chest. 

“How about all of them?” he summed it up with a small smile, eyes fluttering as you continued to kiss all over his pecs, paying extra attention to the birthmark he carried on the right side. 

“You got yourself a deal.” 

You were still covering his tanned skin in kisses as both of your hands reached for his pants to undo the belt, buttons and fly. His phone and wallet were still in his pockets, helping gravity pull the jeans down to pool around his ankles. You started kissing down his stomach, feeling his breath under your lips, until you reached the waistband of his dark boxers. 

Aiming your eyes up, you stared at Namjoon’s face as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, through his underwear. You flicked your tongue around the tip, making the wet stain on the fabric bigger. 

“Fuck, you feel so good.” one of his hands slipped into his boxers to fish out his cock while the other was on the back of your neck to guide you to him. “Take it into your mouth, baby. Suck on your alpha’s big cock.” 

You moaned around him at his command and the lower tone he used, leaving no room for arguments. You relaxed your jaw and parted your lips wider, sucking Namjoon’s cock deeper into your mouth. You swirled your tongue and licked whatever you could reach of him, covering all of it in your spit. 

Namjoon’s grasp on the back of your neck got firmer, keeping your head in place as his hips started to move back and forth, using your face much like you’d done to him minutes ago. 

So big, alpha… You whined, using your bond to speak into his mind. At least like this, he couldn’t tease you for talking with your mouth full. Want it inside. Please. 

“Even as a wolf, you’re still a greedy little cub, aren’t you?” Namjoon sounded breathless as he pulled his hips back enough to make his cock slip out of your mouth. 

“I know what your knot feels like now.” you pouted, eyes filled with tears from the stretch of your jaw. “Can’t help but want it all the time.” 

Before, when you were human, the two of you knew that trying to take his wolf knot all the way was dangerous. You could hurt yourself really bad, and for that, Namjoon never let it swell inside of you. But now that you were turned, he could. You knew it felt great for him, and maybe even better for you, so you couldn’t help but crave it all the time now. 

Namjoon had a hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it slowly as you watched the movements of his hand. You loved how he was using your spit to cover his cock and fuck his fist. 

“Do we still have any condoms in the bathroom or should I run to get the suitcases?” he asked you while holding his base and stroking his tip with his thumb. 

“What if we didn’t wear one?” you offered, feeling your heart speed up. 

“You want me to pull out?” Namjoon asked, already excited. But then you were shaking your head and he went a little pale. 

“I think we’re ready.” you spoke softly, reaching for his free hand. “I’m ready.”

You hadn’t talked about this in what felt like ages, and for good reason, too. 

Once upon a time, you and Namjoon had decided it was time to start trying to have a baby, to start your family. But on the same night you were about to try for the first time, you almost died. Actually, you did die, for a minute or two before Namjoon managed to bring you back to life with his werewolf bite. 

After that, the two of you had a lot to do; the covering up of a kidnap and murder, you had to learn how to be a wolf and what it meant to be part of a pack. Then came the engagement, mate marks, getting the wedding together, then your honeymoon… But now you knew it would be a good time to start thinking about it again. You weren’t exactly ovulating tonight, nowadays that came along with your heats, but it didn’t mean it wouldn’t be nice to try. 

To mark this new phase in your lives in a way that would make it extra special. 

“Are you sure, cub?” Namjoon reached for your waist, pulling you into his naked body and holding you close. “We can wait, we have our whole life.” 

“I know.” you nodded, gently bumping your nose against his. “But I want to. Do you want to?” 

The reply you got was a full body tremble and a tighter hug. Namjoon’s eyes were closed as he found your neck, kissing your mate mark and tracing it with his tongue while his hands found your dress and started to raise it up and off your body. 

You could practically feel his cock throb against your hip, resisting the urge to reach for it and start sucking him off again. Instead, you let Namjoon kiss you as slowly as he wanted, touching your body everywhere, before commanding: 

“Present yourself to me.” Namjoon was holding your chin, eyes glowing a beautiful golden hue. “You know how to do it, don’t you?” 

“Yes, alpha.” you nodded and whined. 

Presenting to your mate, to your alpha, was one of the things Namjoon was the most excited about teaching you. You knew he always like to fuck you from behind, but now you understood why that was his favorite position. 

It meant that you were completely submitting to your mate, giving yourself to him in the most primal way. 

The feminist in you wanted to scoff when you heard about it for the first time, but a tiny and new part of you was very excited. Your wolf was excited. And who were you to deny her that little treat? 

Namjoon gave the side of your thigh a little squeeze and you turned around to crawl on hands and knees to the middle of the bed. You swayed your hips from side to side, stretched like a cat to put up a show for your man. When you decided you’d teased him enough, you settled with your knees parted and your elbows on the mattress. 

“Fuck yeah, what a good omega.” Namjoon sounded like he was jittering with excitement, barely able to hold himself back when he joined you on the bed.  His dirty words came with a slap on your pussy: “I’m ‘bout to stuff this tiny little cunt so fucking full of my cum.” 

“Mmhmmm.” you whined, forehead touching the soft cotton sheets. “Breed me, alpha.” 

Namjoon’s big hands grabbed both ass cheeks harshly, squeezing your flesh and opening you up for his greedy eyes to stare. You felt the tip of his cock nudging your clit, making you gasp and hold onto the bedding. 

“You’ll look so pretty carrying my pups.” he groaned, moving his hips back and forth to lather his tip with your slick. “They are going to be alphas, too. Maybe a little omega girl, sweet like her mother.” 

“We can have as many as you want.” you whined, pushing your hips back to try and feel more of him. That’s when you felt his thumb rolling your clit and you were about to lose your mind. “Namjoon, please, just– ohh, fuck!” 

With one swift movement, Namjoon pushed his cock into you, stretching your walls to make room for the thick, long member. You dropped your shoulders and tried to breathe through your nose as he held you down by the tops of your thighs to push inch by delicious inch into your slippery pussy. 

You were so wet that you could hear yourself sucking him in, clenching around his length. Namjoon agreed as he said:

“Never had a pussy so wet.” 

“And you never will.” you gritted, a new possessive side coming out. 

The man laughed and pushed the rest of his cock all the way in, pelvis hitting your ass with a slap. “That’s right, cub. Claim your alpha.” 

“Mine.” you groaned, squeezing his cock with your walls on purpose. “All mine.” 

Namjoon leaned down, using one of his hands on the bed to hold part of his weight off of you, but you still felt him all over your back, skin against skin, caging you in. His mouth was kissing between your shoulder blades, teeth nipping you gently. 

“And you’re mine.” he praised, tasting your sweaty skin. “My cub, my omega, my wife.” 

“Only yours–” 

Air was knocked out of you at the pull of his hips, dragging his cock all the way back, only to be buried inside you even deeper. Your jaw fell slack as you closed your eyes, focusing on every stroke, every drag of his cock that massaged your sweet spot, every jerk of your body that made your tits bounce underneath you. 

You were chanting yes, yes, yes with every snap of his hip that dragged you closer and closer to your next orgasm. Namjoon was nosing at your back, kissing everything that he could, marking you with his teeth. Your ass was a little sore from his previous slaps and the constant hitting of his hips against your sensitive and already swollen skin, but you wanted more. 

“Fuck, you’re big–” you moaned out the words, little ‘ah ah’s in between each one. 

“Doesn’t sound like you’re complaining.” 

Namjoon peeled himself from your back to kneel behind you, planting one foot on the bed, muscular thigh beside your hip, to move faster. You could match his stamina now, pushing your ass backwards to rub against him and ride his cock as he fucked you hard and deep. 

“Love being stuffed by my alpha.” you mumbled, a little past delirious. “Never been so happy.” 

You must’ve said something right, as Namjoon pulled out of you completely and handled you like a doll. He flipped you on the bed so your back was pressed against the mattress and he was towering over you. As you pushed your hair out of your face, your husband held his cock and pushed it inside you again, as if he’d never been out of you in his life. 

Your legs were hoisted up as he almost folded you in half, holding you against him. Your hands went into his hair as you searched for his mouth to kiss him hard and deep, desperation clear in the smacks of your lips and rolls of your tongues. 

One of his hands slipped between your legs and his fingers found your clit, rolling it with the same speed as his strokes. 

“Wanna look at you as I make you cum.” he explained the change in position, kissing your bottom lip before pulling his face back to look at your face contorting in pleasure. “Wanna see you as I fill you up to the brim. You’re gonna hold it in, won’t you? Keep alpha’s cum nice and warm? Let it breed you?” 

“Yes, alpha, yes… So close, please don’t stop–” 

Your back was arching off the bed with the new angle of Namjoon’s thrusts, skilled fingers knowing just how to touch you to make you clamp down around him, cumming so hard your cunt sucked his cock impossibly deeper into you. Namjoon’s head fell against your chest, lips finding your breasts to suck a nipple into his mouth. 

You were squirming and whining underneath him, taking every jerk of his hips as you came around his throbbing cock. Namjoon pulled back one last time before burying inside of you and completely stilling, the most beautiful growls and moans dropping from his lips as his cum exploded in warmth inside you. 

“Are you ready, cub?” he asked against the other breast he was abusing with his mouth. “Alpha’s gonna knot you.” 

You nodded dumbly, sucking a deep breath as you felt the base of Namjoon’s cock swallow impossibly large, making him feel even bigger. The stretch was always surprising, no matter how many times you’ve gotten stuck in this position. 

When Namjoon’s head hid in the crook of your neck, you knew it was done. You hugged him by the shoulders, kissing whatever you could reach of his face. Your nails were scratching patterns on his back and you wrapped your legs around his hips to find comfort. 

“You good?” he asked oh so eloquently, brain as slow as yours. 

“I’m good.” you giggled, giving his shoulder a playful bite. “Better than good. That was hot.” 

“I agree.” Namjoon chuckled against your throat, almost tickling you. “We should do it again.” 

“Wanna do this for the rest of our life?” you asked, feeling him nod against you. 

“Yes dad!” You hear one of them call, stopping short to reach out and try to pet the deer through the bars.

“Honey don’t let them bite the kids,” you try to remind him.

“They’re deer, they’re not gonna bite. — open hands when you pet animals, remember?” He fixes the cap on one of the boys’ heads. “If you don’t have an open hand they think you have food.”

“Wheres their horns?” The other little boy asks. Taehyung kneels to their level. “This one is a girl deer.”

“Oh. Girl deers dont have horns? How do they fight?”

“Only boy deers fight.” The other one says, still petting one of the deer on the nose. It sneezes and he yanks his hand back with a squeal.

“Ewwwww!”

“Thats okay- no dont wipe it-“ Taehyung gently takes one of the kids’ wrist. “Mama’s gonna get you wipes. Just a second. I know…”

You unzip your bag with one hand and Taehyung unpackages a few wipes to fix the problem.

“All better.” He confirms as the twins wander off again. He has his eye on them

You hear your daughter whine and you rock her some more, trying to get her back to sleep. Taehyung offers to take her from you.

“Theyre so cute…” he watches as your twins make animal noises and imitate the things they see at the zoo.

“Taehyung…” you know where this is going.

“Whats gonna happen when she’s their age? The boys wont want to play with her.”

“Im sure they will. Theyre sweet boys. She will have two perfectly good big brothers.”

“I think she wants a sister.” He gazes at his sleepy daughter lovingly. He gently makes her nod with his hand. “See….”

“You cant guarantee it would be a girl. — what if I have twins again?”

“So?” Taehyung shrugs. “Ill take care of you. And them! All of us. I have all the time and money in the world. We can have a big family.”

“We have a big family,” you express, knowing he wont be satisfied until there are at least four little ones wandering around.

“— Dad!” The boys shout. He realizes theyve walked way far down to the gift shop. One of them has a toy kangaroo, the other one has a whale.

“No, boys….” You catch up with them. “You’ve got enough stuffed animals at home.

“But I dont have this one!” One of the twins protests. “Cmon mama just one more!”

Taehyung smiles. “Yeah, what he said,” he nudges you.

You cant with these three. “Fine. One more, but dad’s paying. Go pick one out for your sister.”

Taehyung kisses you on the cheek as he passes by.