Be With You |

be with you | 🔞

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// i was editing this to repost, but sometimes i just like to keep writing onto things that were supposed to just be drabbles.... so i wrote more to this one to make detailed and spicy. hehe hope you like it <3

When the week has been long and the stresses that overwhelm him have taken their toll, he loves nothing more than coming home to see you dressed up in an outfit that leaves close to nothing to the imagination. Your body against the soft sheets of the bed, inviting him closer while he tugs on a tie that had suddenly begun to suffocate him at just the sight of you. Your half-lidded eyes beg him to join you, to allow you to love him, pamper him, tend to his needs as he settles against the bed with his head hanging low from exhaustion.

“Baby,” you coo, positioning yourself on your knees to ease closer, loving arms wrapping around his neck from behind. “Relax. I’ll take care of you.”

The words are what he needs to hear most, eyes closing while allowing you to caress his shoulders tense with the frustrations that have been piling up. You lean closer, mouth drawing near his ear to nip at the sensitive lobe playfully, earning a groan in return while the tie he has been fidgeting with slips to the floor.

“Sweetheart,” he exhales the sweet name in a raspy tone, gentle fingers gripping the wrist resting on his shoulder to pull you closer, turning his face to meet your eyes, “you’re too good to me.”

Hiding your grin becomes difficult when he offers such praise, taking the moment to instead press your lips to his own needing affection in the gentlest forms when stress fills him. Your mouth lingers against his, burning the feeling of his skin on yours in your mind for the time being, loving how soft he could feel against you when you need him just the same.

“You deserve it,” you admit honestly after pulling away, hand reaching to begin popping a few buttons of his dress shirt loose. Your words are true, remembering all the times he went out of his way to care for you, pamper you, spoil you senseless. Giving your all to someone that has given even more is never difficult. “You take care of me when I need it most, so tonight I’m going to care for you.”

He has no intentions to protest, knowing he desires your love just as much, allowing you to take your time unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his bare chest after a few moments. Reaching to touch, fingertips graze over his heart, soft skin against your own, down his chest, teasing his stomach, noticing his muscles tense beneath your flesh before you reach to tug on the buckle of his belt.

Naturally, he falls back, body hitting the softness of clean linens and inviting you to straddle him while focusing on your task. His hands run through his hair, eyes never leaving you while watching you undress him, taking in the sight of you pulling on his belt before fumbling with the buttons and zipper of his slacks. A soft groan here and there fills the room whenever your hands brush over his hardening length, his need for release evident in the reaction to your most simple of touches.

“I want to make you feel good,” you confess after positioning his clothing to where only his briefs cover the thick, needy arousal bulging through a flimsy fabric. “I waited all week to be able to show you just how much you mean to me.”

“Sweetheart,” he repeats, calling for you to crawl up his body to reach his awaiting lips. The feeling of his skin against yours once more as he shows his appreciation through soft kisses has a shiver crawling down your spine, goosebumps forming over your skin and an ache settling between your legs.

The way his hands find your thighs on each side of him, gripping you tight to claim what is his, causes moans and whimpers to release against his flesh, electrifying both of your bodies. Once your hips begin to rock against him, slow enough to draw out a groan from deep within his chest, it only adds to the bliss, the anticipation, the excitement of having one another again after such a long week.

Gaining confidence, your kisses trail from his mouth to his jaw, pressing your lips over and over until you lower to his neck. Teeth scraping softly against his skin work him up enough to begin pushing his hips into you, allowing you to feel between your thighs just how much his composure begins to wear thin. He needs this, and he needs you.

“Patience, baby,” you giggle between kisses down his chest, smirking against his skin. The words only earn another groan, the second time out of a pure need to have you. “I need to make sure I take my time and ease all of your worries, tension, and stress.” By the time you're finished, your hands end up on his stiff length, teasing him through cotton to receive a gentle buck of his hips.

“I want to feel you, sweetheart,” he mutters, eyes closing and head falling back against the bed, “I want you to ride me.”

His words cause your heart to pound twice as hard, stomach filling with butterflies at how much the man before you desires your attention. Carefully, you ease off the bed, earning his gaze once again from the lack of your presence, until his teeth sink into his plump, bottom lip once your fingers hook into the straps of your lacy panties.

“I know, baby,” you tell him, hips swaying from side to side, teasing him with the sight of you removing your risque attire you wore only for him. As your panties pool around your feet, you reach behind you, turning toward him the moment your fingers unhook the clasp of your bra, peeking over your shoulder at the way his eyes lower to study the curve of your ass. You couldn’t help but to giggle, enjoying putting on the playful striptease for the moment.

But you knew it wouldn’t take much for him to lose control after you slipped the fabric from your shoulders, dropping the bra to the floor with a flick of your wrist, only for him to grip you by the hips and pull you closer with a squeak from your lips. Even though him pulling you against his body on the bed catches you off guard, you can’t say you’re surprised when his fingertips begin to brush over every curve of bare skin, finally getting to experience how good you feel in his hands before you would ease the tension of a stressful week. 

Before you would love him, tend to his needs, and show him how much he means to you. There’s no better feeling than being needed by the one you need most. Being desired. Being craved.

He makes it clear as you ease down onto his length, slower than he would like because he’s already so worked up. Every inch further into your heat earns a breathy groan, but his eyes never leave your body. His gaze explores you just as his hands had. The pressure of feeling so full of him gets the better of you in an instant, bracing yourself with palms on his stomach. 

“Ride my cock, baby,” he growls, hands tightening at your waist, “use me to feel good.”

Heat barrels into your chest from below at his words. He’s still thinking of you even though this night was supposed to be for him, yet you do as he says. You ride him just how you like, hitting the spots that make your legs tremble and from the look in his eyes you’re confident he loves it just as much. Loves seeing you on top of him, loves seeing the way your face twists as the pleasure takes hold.

“God, you feel so good inside me.” You’re not shy to give it right back, loving the noises he makes at any mention of how good he can make you feel. You rock against him a little faster, creating a delicious friction of skin against skin that has heat engulfing your body. You begin to shake from how deep he feels in this position, almost too much to handle as he begins pushing his hips into you from below. 

The familiar tug and warmth begins to take hold of your body. Every motion euphoric as you ride him to bliss, so overwhelmed while he whispers encouragements beneath you. 

“That’s my girl,” he groans, thrusting into you to match your rhythm. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel it.”

His words mixed with the bliss have you crying out his name. The first wave of pleasure bursts through you without warning, body doubling over to fall right into his arms. He holds you tight as you ride out the high, whimpering softly through the bliss, hips slowing but still feeling his long, deep thrusts beneath you. You’re shaking in his hold as you begin to come down, knowing watching you get off was as needed to him as his own release. 

Panting against his skin while he massages your back softly, slowly, you recover from the pleasure in no time. Once he senses you’re coming down, he gently guides your body to the body to slip between your legs. 

“Use me,” you whisper while repeating his own words, watching the surprise in his eyes. “Use my body however you like, and then come inside me.”

His nostrils flare as a deep groan builds in his chest, jaw tightening like he’s been starved forever. While he’s taking in your words, you guide him back toward your sensitive, dripping pussy. Taking him by the base of his cock and the other hand on his hip, you ease the tip inside of you, rising until he pushes himself all the way in. A gasp fills the room, suddenly so full of him again and so tender from coming hard. 

“Fuck me,” you whisper against his lips, inviting him so delicately to take all his stress, worries, and tension out on you. “Please…”

“God, sweetheart,” he growls, thrusting into you with a snap of his hips to earn another gasp, “you don’t know what you do to me.”

He rolls his body into you, thrusting himself deep and hard into your aching pussy. Your hips match his motion, arms wrapping around him to pull him close. Flesh against flesh, he fucks you just like that, getting lost in the moment, rhythm growing faster, harder, faster… until you’re crying out from pleasure all over again. He grunts, and groans, and tells you how good it feels, how wet you are, how you are all his.

Until he suddenly pulls away from you, falling back on his knees with a grip on your hips. He pulls your body up, one leg resting against his chest, the other fallen to the bed to give him the perfect view of his cock soaked in your juices slipping in and out of your cunt. He watches himself ease into you, taking things slower, drawing out the moment, then pulling back out to where only the tip is still inside. 

“Fuck, baby,” he exhales, one hand coming down on your mouth while his thumb toys with your clit. “I want to see you come again.”

You shiver at his words, not sure if you’re capable considering how overwhelming your first orgasm was while riding him.

“I don’t think I can…” you tell him honestly. Neither of you have ever been scared to speak your minds when you’re together, always feeling so comfortable and safe with one another. Conversations in the bedroom come as naturally as if they were over dinner, and you know you never have to shy away from him. 

“You can give me another, sweetheart.” He speaks gently while rocking his hips so softly it eases you into complete relaxation. He glides into you with a slow motion, settling there for a few seconds before pulling away. The thumb against your clit already has your legs shaking, sensitivity turning into full blown need once again. “Relax, concentrate. Focus on my cock in your sweet little pussy, baby. Feel my playing with your clit. Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Y-Yes…” Your eyes close, doing as he says and only paying attention to the sensation of him filling you over and over, the way he plays with your clit, how he tenderly strokes your thigh with his free hand. “It always… feels this good.” Your body melts into the bed, loving his slow, deep strokes of his cock and the easy way he plays with your clit. He has you aching between your legs in no time, the desire for release building with every second that passes. 

“It looks so fucking hot, too,” he groans, watching himself disappear inside of you once again. “God, baby, you’re so wet and I’m so fucking hard right now for you. You’re so beautiful like this, all spread out just needing me to fuck you.”

A surge of warmth barrels through you. You react to his words by squeezing yourself around him, so turned on once again, so hot and ready to come. 

“I love my girl like this,” he continues, picking up the pace a little, thrusting a little harder, circling your clit a little faster. “You’re such a good girl, baby. Come for me again.”

You’re gone by the time he stops speaking. The heat floods your body from between your thighs, the tension he so carefully built with his words and snapping as you cry out for him. Your body shakes as the pleasure takes hold, barely feeling him come closer to press himself against you. You ride out the bliss as his hips snap quick, desperate thrusts into you, fucking you fast, and hard until you’re both panting and gasping.

You come undone in each other’s arms, moans and whimpers filling the space. He spills inside of you, another wave of heat rushing through you until you can no longer think straight. His forehead falls to your own, riding out the bliss together before your bodies slow and it all becomes too overwhelming.

He pulls away to catch his breath, but he doesn’t let you go. He guides you to curl up next to him a moment before you both shower and clean each other up. His arm wraps around your body with your head in his neck, listening to each other’s breaths until they return to normal. Your body is spent from getting off twice, and his eyes are heavy after finally letting off steam after a long week. 

“Sweetheart,” he whispers, turning to press his lips to your forehead, “you’re too good to me.”

His words make you smile, running a hand up and down his chest as you fit so perfectly against him. 

“You spoil me,” you reply, offering a tired giggle. Now he’s the one smiling, placing another kiss, but against your lips this time. “Spoil me in the shower?” you suggest, making a full blown laugh bellow from this chest this time. 

“Absolutely,” he agrees, and you know there’s nowhere you would rather be after a long week than with him.  

— bodyguard [m] | knj.

◦ summary ↠ amidst a swirl of emotions sparked by a jealous encounter at a ball, it seems like guarding isn’t the only thing your bodyguard will be doing to your body.

◦ pairing ↠ namjoon x reader

◦ word count ↠ 3.2k

◦ genre ↠ smut, fluff, angst (barely)

◦ content warning(s) ↠ bodyguard au, daddysgirl!reader, bodyguard!namjoon, dom!namjoon, sub!reader, suggestive/explicit content, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), cunnilingus, creampie, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, penetrative sex, ejaculation, f. and m. orgasm

a/n: it has been way too long but i am here :) enjoy!

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Your legs were glued together, fingers tracing the detailing on your dress as you trembled in the backseat of your dad’s car.

Why did I even agree to this? You couldn’t help but think to yourself.

Your dad was one strong man. Not physically. Not emotionally. But the man’s social status was beyond imagination. Since the man had grown up networking his way to success, he’d wanted you to do the same for yourself, rather than mooch of his own accomplishments. And sure, he could just be looking out for you, protecting you from becoming just another nepo baby out in the world, but you were too nervous for this.

One of the largest networking events in Seoul was to take place in about 30 minutes and you would not be saved from it. In fact, you were on your way there.

Your young, but fairly attractive bodyguard, Namjoon, had offered to take you. While the experience would be shy of a nervous wreckage, you were still relieved he’d be there with you. A single familiar face is better than none.

“You okay?” You were instantly interrupted in the midst of your thoughts. You could see Namjoon’s eyes meet yours in the rearview mirror, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Y-Yeah, sorry, I’m just super nervous about this whole thing.” You heaved a sigh. “How do I know if people will even like me after this? What if I just make a complete fool out of myself?”

You could hear a soft chuckle leave Namjoon’s mouth.

“You’re just overthinking, Y/N. I know you’ll do great.” The boy reassured you with a smile. You returned the smile before turning to your side to see you’d already arrived. The smile on your face quickly faded.

Namjoon got out of the car and scurried over to open your door, assisting you out of the car. Your legs instantly weakened as soon as you stepped out—the nervousness was definitely getting to you.

You stared blankly at Namjoon who was waiting until you’d situated yourself to continue forward. Seeing him out of the car, you gave yourself a moment to take in his appearance. The sleek suit he wore hugged his broad shoulders and emphasized his strong physique, something you never noticed before. His dimples were out as his lips curled upward into a soft smile. You realized you were probably staring at him a little too long and decided to break the silence.

“Sorry, haha, I’m ready to go now.” You straightened out your dress before putting out a thumbs up.

“As you wish, captain.” The boy cheekily nodded before turning to the side with his arm out to direct you ahead.

Upon stepping into the ballroom, you realized how fancy this place truly was. The ballroom unfolded before you like a scene from a fairy tale. Crystal chandeliers dangled from the high ceiling, casting a cascade of golden light that danced upon the polished marble floor. Tables adorned with fine linens and sparkling silverware were strategically placed, surrounded by elegantly dressed guests engaged in animated conversations.

Upon your entry, you were immediately greeted with a bow and offered a glass of wine by a waiter dressed in fully white attire. You took the glass in your hands and made your way to your seat with Namjoon following closely behind.

The echo of your own name disrupted your thoughts as you plopped down into your seat. Startled, you looked up, and there, standing before you, was Taehyung. It took a moment for recognition to dawn, realizing that the familiar face belonged to a boy you used to be really good friends with in your younger days.

Back when you were 7-8 years old, you and Taehyung were inseparable, spending countless hours playing together. However, life took an unexpected turn when Taehyung had to relocate to Switzerland with his dad when you turned 13. The departure, though abrupt, was an inevitable change that left behind fond memories of your shared childhood adventures.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Taehyung said, placing a hand on your exposed shoulder before trailing it down to your lower back. Namjoon’s eyes instantly directed to Taehyung’s hand placement, a hint of sourness becoming apparent on his face.

“It really has, I was starting to think you might’ve died.” You joked, your playful tone cutting through the subtle tension.

“Hey, I wouldn’t die without telling you. We had some pretty great memories back then, you know?” Taehyung reassured you, but your attention was drawn to his lingering gaze, which traversed the entirety of you before settling back on your face. “You look great, by the way.”

“Thanks, I try.” You replied, trying to keep the conversation casual as you subtly shifted away from his lingering touch. The atmosphere held a mixture of nostalgia and the present with Namjoon’s watchful eyes capturing every detail.

“You know, I’m actually back in Seoul again. I’d love to meet with you sometime, maybe not with so many people around.” Taehyung suggested with an eyebrow raised. “You up for it?”

Namjoon cleared his throat, interjecting, “Sorry to bother, but I think Y/N is needed for something.” The interruption carried a hint of possessiveness but the huskiness in his voice was oddly attractive. “I’m sure she can get back to you later.”

“Oh okay, no problem then.” Taehyung seemed disappointed, but complied anyway, moving his eyes to you. “I’ll see you around then?” With two fingers, he flicked outward from his head to signify his parting before walking elsewhere.

Filled with curiosity, you turned to Namjoon. “What’s the thing you said I’m needed for?” The boy’s eyes widened slightly before he began to scrunch his face in a bit of discomfort. “I actually think I might’ve made a mistake with that, I apologize Y/N.”

“Don’t worry about it okay?” You replied. He nodded, unable to make eye contact with you.

Throughout the night you spoke to a variety of different people: people you’d known long ago, people you’d never met, and people you’d only ever think to meet in your dreams. After a long, tiresome night, it was finally time to head back home.

As you made your way towards the car, the air felt charged with an unspoken tension. Namjoon held the car door open, but there was a subtle stiffness in his demeanor. As you slid into the seat, you couldn't ignore the silent discomfort that lingered between you and Namjoon.

During the drive, the atmosphere inside the car was palpably different. Namjoon's usual ease seemed replaced with a quiet reserve. The hum of the engine filled the space between you, accentuating the unspoken tension. It wasn't long before you couldn't resist addressing the shift in the air.

"Namjoon, is everything okay?" You asked, your voice gentle but concerned.

He glanced at you, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. "Yeah, everything's fine," He replied, but the unease remained evident.

"No, something's off. You've been acting a bit distant," you pressed, your intuition picking up on the subtle changes.

Namjoon hesitated for a moment, then admitted, "It's just... seeing you with Taehyung back there. I couldn't help feeling a bit... jealous."

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, "Jealous? Namjoon, he's just an old friend."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, "I know, it's irrational. But seeing you with him, it triggered something. I guess I just... care about you more than I thought."

The revelation hung in the air, and as you processed his words, a warmth crept into your chest. "Namjoon, you don't have to be jealous.”

As the car eased into a secluded spot, the quiet darkness enveloping you, you couldn't help but voice the thoughts that had been lingering in your mind. The revelation about Namjoon's jealousy had opened a door, and now it was time to let your feelings be known.

"I have to admit," You began, a playful glint in your eye, "I couldn't help but eye you all night. You looked so good in that suit, and, well, I've always had a bit of an attraction to you, both emotionally and, I can't deny it, physically."

Namjoon's eyes met yours, a mix of surprise and a spark of something else. The air between you shifted again, this time with a newfound acknowledgment of mutual desire

“You mind if I join you back there?” The sudden comment by Namjoon caught you by surprise and you could feel your cheeks grow hot. You nodded your head enthusiastically, moving over to make space for him in the back as he made his way over.

The back door opened and closed behind Namjoon who was now sitting right beside you, his face inches from yours. His intense stare remained connected with yours as you took this time to admire his face. Somehow, he managed to look even better up close. The soft creases into his face where his dimples were became visible as a small grin creeped upon his lips at the sight of you.

He seemed to be growing closer to you, nodding his head as if to ask if he could continue. You nodded back and before you knew it, his lips were on yours. His hand cupped the side of your face, guiding you into a rhythm. The kiss was slow and passionate with a bit of roughness to it.

You both reveled in the sensation as your hands explored each other's forms. Your hand slid down his chest while you slowly pressed the rest of your body closer to him. Your leg was swung over his thigh, his hand gripping it tightly.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Namjoon growled, pulling his face back to admire yours. His face was soon found buried in your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin beside your collarbone. You felt tingles as his tongue wet your skin, sucking harder and harder. He parted from your neck not allowing much time to pass before making contact with your skin yet again.

His hand that was on your thigh slid down your frame to lift your dress up. It was then that you could feel the warmth of his hands on your ass cheeks. He used the tips of his fingers to trace circles into your skin, shooting a stimulating sensation throughout your body. You whimpered out, thrusting your hips against his crotch as if to beg for more.

Soon enough, Namjoon’s hands found their way to the back of your dress, fingertips fixed on your zipper. He pulled it down and helped you remove the dress, eyes glued to your figure. The sultry look in his eyes was enough to leave your panties drenched, something he seemed to have noticed upon the removal of your dress.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Can I touch?” He requested, removing the suit jacket off his own body.

“Yes, please touch me. I need you right now.” You begged, your face scrunched up in ecstasy. Namjoon’s face brightened up at your keenness.

“Mind if I use my tongue? It’s dying to taste you.” His hands seemed to be a step ahead as they were already gripping the band of your panties, quickly pulling them down your legs.

As you were about to respond, Namjoon’s face was already between your legs, his tongue pressing right against your clit. A high pitched moan escaped your mouth at the sudden sense of pleasure that exploded within your body. Without warning, his tongue slid right over your clit yet again, before making tiny circles around the area. He’d tease around the flesh before swiping his tongue against it harder than the last time, leaving you moaning breathlessly.

“F-Fuck!” You screamed out in pleasure, grinding your hips against his tongue to accentuate the feeling. You pressed Namjoon further into your pussy with your hand that was placed at the back of his head, desperately wanting to feel more. He could feel your desperation and only went harder and faster. You could feel the tension slowly building up as you grew closer and closer to your release.

Your head was thrown back in delight and you basked in the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

“N-Namjoon, f-faster, please!” You could barely manage to get the words out, panting and moaning uncontrollably. Namjoon adhered to your guidance, quickening the pace and pressure of his tongue’s movements along your folds, focusing most of it on your clit. “F-Fuck, I’m close!” You whined, nearing your finish. Responding to your feedback, Namjoon decided to suck hard on your clit, something that seemed to just flip a switch inside of you. Almost instantly, you could feel yourself entirely give out. A profound, pulsating euphoria seemed to course through your veins, rendering you utterly consumed by the sheer bliss that embraced you from head to toe. You came.

“You taste so good, Y/N.” Namjoon pulled back with a huge grin on his face, licking his lips.

“Do I now? So when do I get to taste yours?” You teased.

“You want it?” Namjoon looked down to his own crotch where you could see a boner battling to escape his tight black dress pants. You nodded eagerly, not wasting any time before beginning to unbuckle his belt. Once you were able to get the belt off, you threw it off to the side to continue unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He slid them off his legs, left with his black boxers on. He hurriedly unbuttoned his dress shirt before nearly ripping it off his body.

With his shirt and pants out of the way, you were able to make out the outline of his shaft. It looked way bigger than you’d imagined, something you can’t help but admit to wondering about in the past. You found yourself near salivating at the pure thought of the man’s length, quickly fixing your hands on the band of his boxers.

“You’re quite the eager one, aren’t you? Why don’t you say please for me first, princess?” The mere usage of the nickname had your stomach erupting with butterflies.

“Please, Namjoon. Let me suck your cock.” Your enchanting eyes seemed to work perfectly on Namjoon as he placed a soft kiss on your lips before letting out a small chuckle.

“You’re such a good girl, Y/N. Go right ahead, it’s all yours.” You pulled down at the band of Namjoon’s boxers, revealing his long, hard cock. It sprung out as soon as the band had fallen below it, as if waiting for your mouth to find its place on it.

As its outline had previously displayed, his manhood was indeed big. It had a slight curve to it and was a rosy shade of pink with veins taking shape along it. After indulging in your moment of admiration, you positioned your face before it, wrapping one of your hands around the bottom of his shaft. You looked up at him before proceeding, noticing the way his lustful eyes followed your every movement.

Wanting to start slow, you stuck your tongue out, gliding it along his hard member. You started with a small area but went back again, licking from the bottom of his balls to the tip. He let out a low grunt as you noticed his cock twitch in excitement. You quickened your pace, watching Namjoon’s face respond to the contact of your tongue.

“You’re so good at this, fuck.” Namjoon moaned, moving a strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes were locked on you as he watched you have your way with his cock. After you’d gotten enough of the licking, you decided to go even further, placing your lips atop his throbbing hard-on. You could taste the pre-cum that lightly coated his tip, scaling his cock further into your mouth. You tightened the suction of your lips, bobbing your head up and down to a steady rhythm.

“You know, I never thought I’d get to see your pretty face on my cock.” Namjoon uttered breathily in a low tone. “I’m a lucky guy, aren’t I?” Too caught up in pleasing him to respond, you continued to suck and began stroking his cock at the same time to increase the pleasure. Namjoon was starting to grow close and you went faster, wanting to make him cum faster. Before he could finish, he pulled himself out to which your head turned up to stare at him with a confused look on your face.

“I’d rather save my cum for your pussy. Don’t wanna miss out on seeing you all filled up.” Namjoon placed a kiss on your lips before directing you further. “Lean back and spread those legs out, princess.”

You quietly but swiftly followed his directions.

“You’re on the pill, right?” Namjoon questioned, with a bit more of a serious expression. You nodded, allowing him to proceed. He positioned his crotch in front of yours before slowly inching his dick right into your hole. You moaned loudly upon his entrance, which was followed by several other thrusts.

The thickness of his shaft filled you up entirely, allowing you to feel its every detail and contour against your walls.

“F-Fuck your cock is so b-big!” You whimpered as Namjoon continued to slam his meat faster and deeper into your moist cave, with no sign of slowing down.

“Yeah? Tell me more, Y/N. I wanna hear how good my cock makes you feel.” Namjoon’s alluring tone had you captivated.

“I like how it f-fills me up! A-And how l-long it—aah!” You struggled to get any words out, but tried to remain compliant.

“It does fill you up, huh?” Namjoon smirked as you couldn’t help but moan out. He was relentless with his thrusts, going harder and harder. He didn’t seem to be tiring out whatsoever and was pressing further toward your g-spot with every thrust. The sight of his toned torso and thrusting hips into you was a view you just couldn’t get sick of.

“Fuck, Namjoon!” You screamed out as he slammed his tip against your g-spot. You could feel the contact of the flesh send tingles throughout the rest of your body and could only grow desperate for more. “Please, d-don’t stop, faster!” Your pressing whimpers only motivated Namjoon further. He seemed to really be getting the hang of it as he repeatedly hit your g-spot, helping you rapidly grow even closer to a finish.

“A-Ah, I’m close, Namjoon! I-I don’t think I can hold it!” You whinged as Namjoon thrusted even faster. Your moans grew in pitch and volume as you reached your climax, realizing that Namjoon had also reached his own when you’d felt a warm runny liquid seep out from your core.

You were left panting, as was Namjoon, the two of you left with the giddiest of expressions on your face. As the lingering bliss settled between you and Namjoon, a comfortable silence enveloped the air. He gently placed kisses on your forehead and lips, and despite the intimate moment, a hint of shyness crept in, painting your cheeks a rosy hue.

In the quiet aftermath, Namjoon broke the tranquility with a nervous laugh, his gaze meeting yours

"You don't think your dad will fire me after this or anything, right?"

a/n: unedited but i hope you guys still like! feel free to leave thoughts and comments woo

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One year later

The rushing waters of the river soothe the burdened mind of this young fisherman trudging along the bank with his trappings and catch slung over his shoulder. With the morning sun beaming over him to cause several beaded streams of sweat to collect at his nape and brow, Yoongi stops with a deep sigh of exhaustion to gaze up at the sky. The brim of his bamboo conical hat lifts, letting the rays cascade over his skin, warming his tanned skin and chapped lips. He swallowed dryly, wincing at the soreness of his thirst, and glances over at the shallow edge of the river longingly.

It was almost midday, the time when the market was most busy. He knew Si-Hyuk would be expecting him, most likely already setting up their cart and sharpening their blades in preparation for the rush. He had to get back into the village with the fish before the sun reached the highest point of the sky.

But first, a quick drink.

He gently sets his belongings down with a soft thud, stretching his back and rolling his neck as he approaches a shallow area of the river to rest.

He kneels, resting one knee on the flat plane of a jagged stone, and cups his hands together to ladle a tiny puddle of water to his lips. Yoongi's eyes flutter shut as he relished in the cooling sensation flowing down his throat, half of it dripping from his chin to stain the thin tattered fabric of his shirt.

Yoongi loved being near the river, not only because of its remoteness and constant abundance of fish. Not even because it was the very place the old man, Bang Si-Hyuk , found him some time ago.

But he felt a connection to this spot that was deeper than what he could explain. He just knew it was significant to him in some way. Like if he continued to come there, every question swirling around in his mind would eventually be answered.

It was just a feeling though.

At least, so he thought.

Yoongi continues to drink from the stream, dipping his hands in to scoop up another puddle. Something moving in the rippled reflection in the water's surface catches Yoongi's eye, making him gaze up. They follow the waves towards the other end of the stream where a massive white tiger stood, having emerged from the lush green foliage of the forest behind her silently.

Her deep blues eyes flickered in the light of the sun reflecting off of the water's surface and they pulled Yoongi into a trance so debilitating, the water in his mouth flowed freely over his chin.

He remained as still as humanly possible for fear of startling the majestic beast. As if he had any other option. Running would be pointless. Reaching for his fishing spear, equally so. He would be dead in seconds, no match for the brute strength and fangs sharp enough to crack through bone.

His pupils widened as her eyes bored into him, her ears twitching and a low growl rolling through her tufted chest. Just when he believed he was succumbing to the most severe form of paralyzing fear, Yoongi felt his entire body relax. A wave of serenity passed over him, only enough to bring his galloping heart to a steady trot.

Many minutes passed as the two stared into each other's souls. Just as Yoongi is reminded that he hadn't taken a breath, the tiger breaks their fixed gaze and stoops her head to lap at the crystal clear waters.

As she lifts her massive head, her tongue darts out over her whiskers and pink nose as she turned to leave, giving Yoongi a glimpse of her large muscular frame. She moved with agility and grace, barely making a sound as her paws padded against the dirt and rocks at the edge of the river. The faded design of her black stripes are all Yoongi can bring himself to focus on as he watched her disappear into the forest again, leaving him stupefied and sagging with relief at having survived the brief encounter.

Though he had little to no understanding of what had just transpired, he chose to be thankful instead of curious.

Not many find themselves so close to a tiger and live to speak of it. So Yoongi considered himself very fortunate as he stumbled back and away from the river, stooping to collect his sack of fish as he trekked up the hill, into the forest, and towards the village.

"Ya! You're late!" Si-Hyuk swats at Yoongi's back as he rushed over to their shaded vendor lot, setting the heavy bag of fresh fish down gently behind their counter. The rush was just beginning to trickle in from the mainland and the market place was steadily becoming noisier and noisier.

Yoongi mumbles his apologies as he set out to begin descaling the fish he'd caught that morning while his employer, for lack of a better title, sharpened his knives.

Bang Si-Hyuk was an elderly fishmonger with no wife or children of his own, aside from his nephew Seokjin, who was also a fishmonger that lived in a neighboring village. Yoongi found refuge in the old man's home, helping him catch and sell fish in exchange for bringing him back to health. After finding him in such a weakened and vulnerable state, Si-Hyuk deemed it necessary to alter Yoongi's appearance in the best way that they could, and only he knew of his true identity.

So with his now dark hair chopped short, just below his ears and formally pale and regal skin that was now tanned and adorned in the rags of a peasant, the former Prince of Holangi was now one of the people and blending in seamlessly. Despite the very distinct scar running over his eye. But he did his best to keep his head down and avoided face to face encounters when he could so to not draw any unwanted attention.

"What took you so long? Daydreaming by the water again?" Si-Hyuk teases with a chuckle, pausing to wet the stone then continuing to glide the sharp side of his blade over it.

"Daydreaming?.." Yoongi grunts with amusement.

"..about that beautiful girl that shall not be named?" the elder continues, regarding a blushing Yoongi out of the corner of his eye as he skillfully deboned a fish.

Aruem was never far from his mind. But as time wore on, the sting of her memory was something Yoongi chose not to dwell on, especially since he knew that she was officially betrothed to his brother and would never be his.

But that never stopped the old man from teasing him from time to time.

"You do know...The news of a visit from the Han clan has been floating around among the people. I'm sure that a certain young lady will be in the province very soon. In case you were planning on reclaiming what's rightfully yours sometime soon.." Si-Hyuk hinted, making Yoongi roll his eyes with exasperation.

"We both know I cant. I don't deserve her or the throne Si-Hyuk..." Yoongi mumbles. Si-Hyuk scoffs.

"That's nonsense. You've been lost in the forest for long enough. And once your brother is...." Si-Hyuk pauses to glance around before whispering.

"..king. There will be very little you can do to stop him. He will drive the kingdom into ruin and dismantle everything your father built and fought for just to spite him as you told me. His actions have already displeased the gods and we, the people, are suffering as a result. It hasn't rained since the day I found you. If it wasn't for the river, everything and everyone would have perished by now. But there is still hope for change. You can still challenge him. She can still be yours. But you have to fight.."

Yoongi slams down his tool and exhales heavily. The table trembles with the force, making Si-Hyuk halt his tirade.

"I'm not the man I once was Si-Hyuk. I'm not as strong or as brave. I was changed when I fell into the water. I may have survived but a part me died that day...Holangi deserves a King without faults. A King without weakness. A King of honor. And that isn't me. Not anymore..."

Yoongi sags in the shoulders as the words left his mouth, considering them as if they were true. As he picked up his blade to resume his work, Si-Hyuk set his down and shuffled forward to approach Yoongi's side.

"And you believe the man in the palace right now...The man that now sits in your father's throne...is that man? The man who poisoned you and left you for dead...Stabbed you and threw you over the cliff all because he knew he couldn't face you?" Si- Hyuk huffs, shaking his head.

Yoongi glanced at him from the corner of his eye but doesn't respond, only reaching up to wipe the sweat from his brow as he continued to work.

" I fought in the wars that earned our land its independence from the southern provinces. Under my King, your father. And I was only as half as capable as you are now. Nothing died that day in the river. You're only afraid of what you can become if you would just seize your moment. Which is approaching by the way. I can feel it..."

Yoongi considered his words but remained silent, letting Si-Hyuk know it was time to abandon the topic. The marketplace was becoming far too active for such discussions anyway.

"but what do I know?... I'm just an old man right?" Si-Hyuk chuckles breathily as he steps away from Yoongi, turning his back to him to speak to a customer approaching the front of their lot.

Si-Hyuk continued to chatter mindlessly to adjacent vendors and regulars as Yoongi brooded silently behind him with his head down but his ears sharp, only listening enough to catch his daily fill of the gossip amongst the other vendors.

In the middle of a very animated recall of a fistfight between Si-Hyuk's nephew and a belligerent customer the day before...

..a loud crash startles them all, making Yoongi's knife slip too deep over the delicate flesh of the fish he was working on.

He whips his head in the direction of a member of the royal guard kicking over a cart full of handmade ceramics. Bowls and saucers hit the dusted ground, shattering over its surface and attracting even more attention from surrounding vendors and customers.

"...Please no! ...take anything you'd like..." the woman who owned the cart begged, dropping down to her knees to catch what she could in an attempt to prevent any more of her merchandise from being damaged. But the arrogant guard with his thick wavy black mane, half knotted atop his head and the rest flowing over his shoulders, scoffed at the woman's feeble offer.

He lifts his foot to stomp on a cup, crushing it instantly under the sole of his shoe. In the same movement, he unsheathed his sword from where it was tucked beneath the red silk of his uniform. A gasp rippled over the market as he pointed the tip of the shimmering blade over the woman's head.

"Prince Yoongi isn't interested in any of this. You know why we're here." his deep voice boomed with exaggeration and Yoongi felt a twinge of rage twisting at his heart. Of course, his brother had assumed his identity. But he didn't think he would be putting so much effort into soiling his name.

The woman gapes with wide fearful eyes.

"But...I've already paid my tax." she stammers and the guard clicks his tongue.

"You have only paid half. This month's taxes have been doubled. You know that. Every seller in this market knows that..." the guard gestures towards the crowd with his sword, making everyone flinch at the sudden movement.

All except for one, of course.

When the sword was back aimed between the woman's eyes, she yelps with fright. Yoongi narrows his gaze when a small crop of black hair peaks from behind the woman, tiny hands clutching at her skirt and wide eyes glancing around the market place with fear and confusion.

A child.

"..please...I don't have it...I.." the woman shakes her head, reaching back instinctively to shield her son with her body.

A mistake.

The guard smirks when his eyes fall on the small boy, shifting the point of his sword in his direction. At this point, Yoongi hadn't realized he was stepping away from the table, his eyes focused on the guard and his scraper tucked tightly within his palm.

Si-Hyuk, who had been watching the exchange along with every other person, takes note of Yoongi's calculated movement. Every muscle in his lean frame flexed as he rolled his shoulders. He was poised and stealthy like a tiger setting out to stalk its prey.

"..Then you will pay with your child's life. We could always use more slaves in the palace." the guard responds with a sinister glint in his eyes. He takes a small step towards the boy and his mother turns her body to gather him into her arms.

"No! Please!..No!" she yells frantically as the guard loomed over them, blocking out the light of the sun completely with his body.

Everyone in the market looked on with sorrow in their eyes, all hoping someone would step in but also knowing that if they interfered it would cost them their lives.

A small hiss blows through Yoongi's clenched teeth at the panicked tone in the mother's voice. The wide-set and innocent orbs of confusion on the boy's face as he watched the guard step over them made Yoongi's heart constrict even more.

He was so small. He couldn't have been any more than 3 years old.

Yoongi glanced at the haunched shoulders of the guard, then around in search of any other members of the troop nearby as he calculated his attack. He didn't know where this sudden surge of bravery was coming from. He knew he couldn't reveal himself, especially now. But he also couldn't stand by and watch someone suffer because of him either.

He had to do something.

Just as he's about to step into the light, he's stopped.

"My Prince........" Si-Hyuk whispers, his tone sharp and laced with warning at Yoongi's stance, abandoning his position underneath the shade to stand behind Yoongi. His eyes flit down to the young man's hand, strained and squeezing the handle of the sharp scraping tool. Si-Hyuk reaches for his wrist discretely and Yoongi tenses.

"No...This isn't the moment..." Si-Hyuk hisses firmly at his side, squeezing his wrist even tighter. As much as he knew how capable Yoongi was of defending himself and others, it posed too great of a threat to expose himself like this.

Yoongi takes a slow step back behind the counter, lowering his knife reluctantly.

"Taehyung! Enough!"

Yoongi is pulled from his trance of fixed rage when he hears another voice calling to the guard. The aggressor now known to be Taehyung shifts his stance, lifting his head to glance over his shoulder as the crowd parted to make way for several decorated men with the seal of Holangi threaded into their robes and headbands matching his own.

There they were. The rest of the royal guard had arrived and Yoongi reluctantly gives in to Si-Hyuk's attempts to subdue him.

"What?" Taehyung barks at the voice that had summoned him, not a single thread of respect or intimidation in his tone, despite addressing his superior.

The other guard approaches, his face hidden in the crowd as he puts his body in between Taehyung and the woman cradling her small child to her chest protectively, tears in her eyes.

"I said...Enough. We're rounding and heading back for the palace. King's orders."

Yoongi's ears keyed in on the familiar tone, making him pause midstride on his way back into the shade of Si-Hyuk's lot.

"And who's orders do you believe I am honoring right now? You know the law. The law set in place by the soon to be King. If they can't pay for their freedom with gold, they pay with flesh..." Taehyung glances at the boy with mirth and the mother's brow furrow into a deeply cursed scowl. The other guard knits his brow as well, tucking his chiseled chin and flexing his jawline as he recaptured Taehyungs gaze.

"Well...He isn't the King I serve. We have direct orders to be ready to receive the royal family from the Han Clan this evening."

"Yet." Taehyung mumbles.

"Excuse me?" The superior guard squints.

"He isn't the King you serve...yet." Taehyung repeats with challenging eyes.

" Go ahead and join the others back at the Palace. I'll deal with this. That's an order." his nostrils flared slightly with his words, a habit that seems to be enough of a warning to force Taehyung into obedience after an extended shared glare between them ends with a blink.

"...Very well. Captain..." Taehyung sucks at the bone of his teeth as he backed away, sheathing his sword and falling in line with a few other officers of the guard as they turned on their heels in the direction from which they came.

As the small hoard made their way through the market, the captain of the guard sighs. He then turns his head to glance around at the crowd of spectators behind him. All witnesses of the thwarted scene of the disaster in the middle of their path.

"Everyone..please resume what you were doing. Nothing more to see here..." his deep yet calming tone rolls over the people and they immediately obey.

Another guard who was slightly smaller in stature but just as prominent with authority approached where the captain stood. As he kneels before the woman and her child, Yoongi felt the air escape from his lungs immediately when he caught glimpses of their faces.

The two guards were none other than Hoseok and Namjoon, Yoongi's life long companions.

"Are you alright?" Hoseok kneels to bring himself level with the frazzled woman, still trembling with fear with tears rolling over her cherub cheeks.

"Please, I cannot afford another payment. What I have will barely feed my son and I......I.." she sobs and speaks frantically, pulling her child even closer to her chest. Namjoon regards the woman with a sympathetic look then looks to Hoseok, tapping his shoulder with the back of his hand.

Hoseok nods after looking around and Namjoon shifts his position to give them cover with his large frame, ensuring that no one had eyes on them.

".. It's alright. Your balance is fine," he says to the woman in a soft tone and she frowns.

Hoseok reaches for his hip, producing a small sack of coins tied off at the opening. He offers it to the woman with hopeful eyes.

"Here. Take it. This should help you with food and next month's payment."

The woman gapes as Hoseok drops the bag into her hands. As she takes it, her eyes fall to her palm and widen at the weight of the offering. There was more than enough in the sack than Hoseok was implying.

"..but....this is too much...I wouldn't be able to pay you back..." she stammers and is silenced by Hoseoks hand over hers.

"There's no need." he smiles and at those words, the woman is reduced to tears once more. But not of fear or sadness. These were tears of gratitude.

"Thank you. Both of you.." she blubbers, rising from her knees shakily and bowing her head. Hoseok does the same, his hand still hovering over hers to conceal the bag of coins he'd gifted her.

"..No need to thank us. We are just doing what is right.." Hoseok bows his head slightly in return.

His eyes fall to the cowering toddler as he lifted his head, spotting him peaking around his mother. Hoseok smiles at him warmly.

"How can men as noble and kind as the two of you...be under the command of such a tyrant? We believed Prince Yoongi to be as just as his father. Why has he forsaken his people with such violence? He hasn't even assumed the throne yet..." the woman sniffles, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand.

Hoseok glances up at Namjoon with conflicted eyes. He returns his attention to the woman and her child, tilting his head when the boy makes eye contact.

Tentatively, he extends a hand to the boy, smiling brightly when the toddler wraps his stout little hand around Hoseoks middle and forefinger.

"I'm very sorry for what happened. I hope this can cover the damages to your cart and bring you some comfort during these trying times. Take care...."

Hoseok turns away from the woman, pulling away from the child abruptly to tap Namjoon.

"Done?" Namjoon inquires and Hoseok nods stiffly. His response is confirmed when they hear they motherly tone of the woman speaking to her son and telling him that it was time to go home.

She sighs as she turns her wheeled cart upright and quickly collects what she could of the broken ceramics and begins pushing her mobile store up the path and in the opposite direction of the palace.

A small smile touches Yoongi's lips as he watched her pass Si-Hyuk's counter before lowered his hat to continue working on the fish.

"I don't know how much more I can take of this..." Hoseok murmurs to his captain as they watched the woman wheel her small cart away from behind them.

"I'm not sure either...." Namjoon watches as the small boy shuffled away on bare feet behind his mother. Namjoon turns away to take a few steps in the direction from which they can and Hoseok follows.

Yoongi sags with relief as they began to leave.

"..But we don't have any choice. We have to honor the laws of the throne. Whether we agree with them or not." he continues and Hoseok stops.

"I'm not talking about the laws Namjoon..." he says emphatically.

Hoseok glances around before leaning in to whisper to Namjoon.

"I would be stating it far too plainly in saying that the prince is not the man we grew to know. Ever since Yonghwan's death its as if..."

"As if?" Namjoon rears his head back.

"As if he became him...Yoongi would never be this cruel towards his own people...He would never..." Hoseok pauses when Namjoon yanks him by the wrist, pulling him into an empty alley between vender lots and shoving Hoseok back against the wall.

"Are you crazy? Why would you say something like that out loud?" Namjoon hisses. Hoseok shrugs Namjoons firm hand from his shoulder and scoffs.

"I'm not the only one who feels this way! Several members of the court and the guard know something is amiss...It's only a matter of time before the King realizes..."

"Even so...." Namjoon interrupts.

"None of you should be foolish enough to speak of it aloud. You should be grateful you're speaking to me about this. You should be grateful for our friendship. Anyone else would be reporting you and you'd be charged with treason!"

Hoseok scoffs even harder, rolling his eyes as he gazed towards the mouth of the alley. A farmer strolls past with some of his livestock, the bell of an ox chiming from where it hung from its bronzed saggy skin of hits neck. Hoseok winced his features at the sight of how skinny and emaciated the ox was.

"What does it matter? We're already betraying Holangi by doing what we're doing. Punishing the poor. Drowning out all traces of free will...killing innocent people. And for what? Another war is coming Namjoon." Hoseok leans up from the wall, coming eye to eye with Namjoons stiff expression.

" And I'm not sure the lines of allegiance will be drawn easily or within our favor, my friend.."

Namjoon stares into Hoseoks eyes for a moment, weighing the conviction of his words and sighing when he finds them stemming from a true place of pain deep within his soul.

Namjoon and Hoseok had grown up together, along with Yoongi. So if there were people who were truly heartbroken by what was becoming of who they believed to be their friend and their home, they were near the top of that list.

He sighs when he noticed Hoseok stifling his emotions, his quivering lip, and his jaw clenching. Namjoon places a gentle hand at his shoulder to gain his attention.

"We have to have faith Hoseok. Change is on the horizon. I have to believe that to keep going on...Now let's go. The guard is probably awaiting our return."

Namjoon tilts his head towards the main path and Hoseok nods, waiting to sniffle until after Namjoon turns his back.

As the two step back onto the crowded path, Hoseok glanced back to scan the bustling marketplace with casual eyes. The woman and her son appeared to be long gone and business was conducted as usual.

Just as he's about to turn and follow Namjoons lead, something compels his gaze over to the fishmonger's lot.

His spine stiffens when he notices the form of a man who'd stepped from behind a fishmongers lot to place freshly filleted fish on display, his head downcast under the shade of his bamboo conical hat. He couldn't see his face, only his jawline and a portion of his profile.

Something about the man was familiar, but Hoseok couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He thinks nothing further of the man as he's reminded of his orders to return to the palace. He's just about to turn away when suddenly...

"STOP!! Thief!!!"

The shrill voice of a vendor screams over the noises of the market as a small masked man with a sack of rice tucked beneath his arm shoved his way through the crowd.

"Someone stop him!!!"  The vendor yells again just as the thief neared Si-Hyuk's lot. Yoongi was just about to return to his work station when he spots the thief bounding towards him, knocking people over as he went.

Women, children, elderly. The thief was ruthless and disruptive. The blatant disrespect and dishonor reignite rage in Yoongi's belly at the sight of him approaching.

Instinctively Yoongi stepped back, crossing the thief's path just in time to grab him by the collar. He then yanks him back and twists his arm back between his shoulder blades and kicks at the bends of his knees to force him to kneel. When he tries to resist, Yoongi sends three quick and calculated jabs into the boy's spine.

"Ah!!" The thief shrieks at the pain, his knees buckling into the dirt.

"Drop it.." Yoongi's voice is cold and menacing, laced with a growl that has the amateur criminal dropping the large sack of rice immediately.

Several people gasp and applaud at Yoongi's quick and heroic actions.

The crowd parts slightly to make way for the hefty rice seller to come jogging through, his face red with exhaustion. When he notices the thief face down in the dirt with Yoongi's knee in his back, the vendor's eyes brighten.

" Aigoo...Si-Hyukssi, you have taught your boy well! Pay him extra!" the rice vendor claps enthusiastically as he approached.

Si-Hyuk rounds the counter of his lot, having just noticed Yoongi's act and his brow creases with pride.

Then worry.

He nods at the rice vendor with a flat smile.

"..yes...perhaps I should.." he says, catching the slight blush of embarrassment in Yoongi's skin as he kept his head low.

Although what Yoongi did was indeed noble and heroic, he did not intend on making a spectacle of himself. No one in the village knew him beyond being the quiet fishmongers assistant. He never spoke to anyone. He never interacted with customers or other vendors. Only Si-Hyuk and on occasion Seokjin to remain a low profile.

This was unwanted attention.

The stout rice salesman smacks Yoongi's shoulder appreciatively as he kneeled to retrieve his merchandise, dusting a small cloud of dirt in the thief's face as he stood up.

Yoongi nods and gives the vendor a small smile before ripping a strip of cloth from the thief's shirt to bound his wrists.

Many people continue walking by, sending Yoongi brief praises as they passed. Yoongi did his best in acknowledging them without looking up and showing his face. Until...

"Wow!.."

Yoongi is barely aware of Hoseoks presence as he completed the knot on the thief's wrists, keeping his eyes too low to see the hem of the royal guards uniform coming into view.

"I've never seen a civilian do that before. You must have received training...Here, let me. We can take him.." Hoseok says brightly as he kneeled to pull the young thief to his feet.

Without thinking, Yoongi glances up with wide eyes at Hoseok, taking a step back from the apprehended and blanching with realization.

The moment the two make eye contact, Yoongi lowers his head and turns to fall into the crowd behind him. He disappears under the cloak of the common people, hoping to have evaded Hoseok's sharp gaze as he fled.

But it was too late.

He'd already been seen.

Hoseok stood frozen as he watched Yoongi vanish among the sea of commoners, his eyes wide and his heart racing at what he'd just seen.

"....Yoongi?"

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“He’s… a lot taller than I imagined.”

Your heart drums so hard in your chest the thumping reaches your ears as you stare at the machine before you. He’s nothing like you imagined after being told you would be receiving an artificially intelligent assistant to handle your schedules, setting up meetings, endorsements, and interviews. You imagined something more… robotic, but the man that stands before you looks like nothing more than human, and you would believe him to be just that if it weren’t for the amount of money you spent on him.

“Yes, well, don’t be intimidated by his size,” Mr. Park, the owner of the company you purchased your new android assistant from, begins to tell you as he circles the robot, hands behind his back and a proud smile on his aged face. “He was made specifically for you to do whatever you wish as well as protect you and keep your best interest in mind. You’re an actress, yes?”

You can only blink as you stare at the android, taking in his soft expression, his eyes, hair pushed back and styled neatly to make a good first impression. Gulping, your eyes scan his jawline, down to his shoulders covered in the soft, silk dress shirt, tie, and suit jacket he adorns. He looks perfect. Too good to be true, if you’re being honest.

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Hyungwon

03 - You up? (m)

"Shut up and ride me, yeah?"

pairing: best friend Jungkook x inexperienced reader

genre: fwb, f2l, smut, angst and fluff

w/c: 3.8k

warning: phew well... teasing, netflix and chill y'k?, mentions of his tattooes, mentioned about the movie 'after' for once, mention of infidelity (I mean Jk's ex!), mention of a threesome🙊,overstimulation, fingering, sucking, reverse cowgirl oops, protected sex (jk uses protection, jk is smart, be like jk), marking, cum play?, use of vibrator👀, ✨SQUIRTING✨, everything is very wet wet, praises and kisses😍, intimacy!!!, crying (out of pleasure), little argument, JK is a soft dom because soft!dom supremacy!! and that's it, I think, also it's not edited!

a/n: okay so, I have found a very similar video of there first smut scene here, when he was fingering her. I wanted to share it with you guys. I was hesitant at first but with all of your votes being positive, I have the courage to do it, I think.

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When Jungkook asked you to hang out with him, you knew how it was going to be.

You under him, or in some cases, him under you.

In both cases, his dick would be buried deep inside of you.

When you got the massage ‘you up?’ it was inevitable what was the intention behind that. Still, your oblivious self made you sit here on his bed and scroll through hundreds of series in Netflix to choose which one to watch. You liked to make yourself dumb and naïve intentionally.

Ignorance is pure bliss. Indeed.

It wasn’t something out of the ordinary for you to found Jungkook’s hand caressing your naked thighs as his hands soon travels all over your exposed skin, before they found their shelter in between your legs.

Classic Netflix and chill version.

At first, it was just an ordinary evening where two friends hang out and watch some movies together, but your relationship with Jungkook wasn’t ordinary. What kind of relationship you had with him, anyways? Fuck buddies? Friends with benefits? Situation ship?

Nah. You both made it clear that you guys will remain friends no matter what, even though you heart wanted something more than that, you buried that desire deep inside of your head.

The movie ‘after’ played in his laptop, as you made yourself comfortable and took a seat in-between his legs, leaning your back on his chest.

Everything was good until the male protagonist started eating the female protagonist out in the movie, that scene made you shift uncomfortably in his hold.

Jungkook’s hand, which was rested on your thighs previously started rubbing soothing circle there, his face too close to your neck, almost nestling in it.

You breath hitched when his hands travelled up towards your torso, lifting your shirt a little to feel the soft skin there.

You whimpered a little, unexpectedly, when he twisted your nipple in between his fingers, rolling and squeezing the soft flesh and ravishing in the euphoric feeling.

He always loved your tits. Even though they were not as huge as every other boy fantasized about, they were enough. They were real. Whenever you expressed your slight insecurity about them, he was quick to comfort you, complementing about their shapes and how soft and perfect they were or how they always brought comfort to him. You found the later one, quite odd.

“What are you doing–,” Your voice was faint, merely able to held back the moan before it escaped from your throat because of the luscious touches of him.

He chuckled at your innocence or better, false innocence and brought your body closer to him, “Just want to touch you, may I?” His lips brushed against your earlobe before gently sucked on it.

You felt arousal coming out and ruining your panties further. The damage was already done, nothing to do about that.

You nodded and he didn’t waste any time and lifted your shirt up until your tits came to his vision, made it harder for the men behind you to breath.

One of his hand sneaking its way into your shorts, flickering your sensitive bud over your panties.

“W-we were supposed to watch the movie.” You cleared your throat and tried to act nonchalant but the quaver in your voice indicated otherwise.

He chuckled again, knowing very well the effect he had on you. “Is that so? But, I want you –,” He turned your face towards him, with his dark yet full of stars in his eyes, stared right back at you, “Now.”

His eyes flickered to your lips as his own tongue swiped over his lower one, licking your lips in the process before going back to your eyes.

You felt overwhelmed, with the amount of intensity he held in his eyes, at the way he touched you with his hands. Sinistery yet heavenly.

His lips crashed on yours, lips moving in sync, like they were made for each other, made to kiss and fold like this for forever.

You lips reminds him of the delicate caresses of a brush on canvas, where vibrant hues adorn the surface, creating it as beautiful and whole.

His fingers kept on pinching your nipples and massaging your tits at the same time. You couldn’t help but whimper in his hold, turning your face to moan which you were holding back. “Look at that, how wet you are.”

He whispered into your ear, warm breath hitting the side of your face as he started kissing your jawline, making his way to your neck. Alternating between kissing and gently sucking, he ensured that by the end, your body was adorned with an array of colors, colors of him, creating a vivid and captivating masterpiece.

“You’ve been grinding against me, so, isn’t it obvious?” Futile attempt to be sassy at that moment, especially when you couldn’t help but moan at every flicker of his finger on your clit.

“So you’re admitting it that I made you this wet, hmm?” You could see the cocky smile on his face even though your eyes were shut from the pleaser he was giving you.

Jungkook was good at many things but, knew it even better when it comes to using his fingers on you. He was familiar with your body as if it were the back of his hand.

He instructed you to lift your hips and pulled of your shorts along with your panties.

You heard him cursed under his breath when you spread your legs wide for him, gave him a glimpses of your glistening pussy.

He moaned into your neck when his finger slipped easily into your pussy, feeling more of your essence leaking on his finger. Your drenched pussy stuffed with his finger, “You’ve got a pretty little cunt, baby.”

The way your cheeks heat up was embarrassing, but you didn’t care the slightest and let the moans out freely.

Your eyes rolled back when he started pumping his finger without any mercy, your cunt clenched around his thick fingers adorned in various tattoos, stretching you out perfectly.

He groaned breathily into your ear at the squelching sounds, echoing through out his room. Your rested on his shoulder, eyes shut from the overwhelming sensation when he curled his fingers and hit the right spot.

“Oh fuck! K-keep going please –,” You pleaded, voice cracked as you weren’t even able to form a complete sentence.

“Please what, baby?” He still had time to tease when you were squirming and twisting under his hold, you wanted to smack him hard on his head but you decided to play it smart. Because, getting your release was more important than letting your ego win, especially when the men was so hot and called you ‘baby’. Wait…does he called you baby?

“Stop teasing and let me cum, Kook.” The way you called him that… should be illegal. You knew how he liked being called ‘kook’ and you used that to your advantage.

He grumbled and thrusted his fingers along with his thumb on your clit, giving hard flicks on the bundle of nerves, made your legs tremble.

“oh fuck –,” you moaned, biting on your bottom lip as your hips thrusted upwards on its own, chasing your release.

Your slick dripped down your thighs as you held onto Jungkook’s shoulder for your dear life, wrinkling up his t-shirt in your tight grasp.

“You look so fucking pretty when you cum, y’k?” He smirked at you and you just returned a glare before closing your eyes again and tried to catch your breath.

You felt him moving and when you looked around and saw him reaching down to the nightstand beside his bed and pulled out a condom along with something like…hold on!... Is that–

“Jungkook! What the fuck?” The disbelief in your eyes made him smirk even more, he found amusement in your little gasp, “Saved it for special occasions.” He said while grinning at his supposed comedic statement.

“Special occasions? Since when you had a vibrator with you?” You gave him a hard glare which was supposed to indicate that you were pissed but he laughed at that. He fuckin’ laughed.

“Bought it because, I thought…,” His moved his fingers, the same ones which was buried deep into your cunt and still had your cum on it, brushed it over your lower lip, “You’d like it.” Then shoved the same finger into his mouth.

He was a fucking maniac for moaning around his own finger, as if he was tasting world’s most delicious food or something. The fingers came out of his mouth clean and now, coated with his saliva this time.

The slow buzz of the vibrator behind you made you shiver in his hold, you felt his hands on your hips, slowly dragging them up and down until he reached your ass. Squeezing your ass cheeks firmly, he landed a slap on it out of the blue and it made you squeal on his lap.

Leaning forward, Jungkook again, started peppering kisses on your back, sucking on any area he can and licking it afterwards as he continued this, made your breath hitched.

His lips were irresistible. He was irresistible. As much as you hate to admit it, it was the truth. Even though, he was your best friend and you guys were on the strict rule of FWB, The men sucking on your skin made you this wet like no one else and made you feel things you’ve never felt for anyone else.

It was dangerous what ever it was happening between you two. You knew it but, does it made you stop? No.

The way you shameless let out the loudest moan when he brought that cute little soft pink magic wand to your clit made you slap your hand on your mouth and your legs to immediately shut.

His hardness was poking on your lower back, he was in his boxer so it was easy to feel it through the thin layer of clothing. He remove the vibrator and in an instant, you shifted onto his lap properly, this time your pussy directly on his cock which made him gasped and groaned. The sounds he made was enough to grew the ache in between your legs, it made you needier for any kind of touch he could gave you.

Your slickness dripped on his clothed cock from your bare pussy as you grind on it. He shut hi eyes from the feeling of it, you felt him twitching.

“Fuck. Wait– baby, you planning on making me cum in my pants?” He chuckled breathily, pupils dilated with sheer lust as he said, “Let me take off my boxers.”

You shifted of his lap before he took it off. The idea of making him cum in his pants was arousing, you smiled as said while turning around to look at him, “Not a bad idea, though.”

You received a smack on your ass again along with the sound of his sweet chuckle. “Shut up and ride me, yeah?”

That considered yet dominating tone of his voice made your heart swell and your pussy clenched. The fact that he was making sure to made you feel comfortable, if you wanted the same thing or not even though it was the thing he wanted was appreciating. You knew, if you told him no and stopped, he wouldn’t even question you.

You smiled in return and kissed him, cupping his face while leaning on his shoulder, your back pressed against his chest and his cock brushed against your entrance, this time bare, direct skin to skin. It was enough to made you go crazy.

He squeezed your boobs and aligned his member at your entrance. Moaning into his mouth, you glided down on his length and took him in one-go.

He moaned along with you. Before you could start moving, he brought the vibrator to your clit and set it at the lowest mode, that was enough stimulation for you to roll your hips.

Jungkook held your waist, guided you on his cock while keeping the vibrator on your clit steadily.

“Yeah baby, ride it like that. Make yourself come on my cock.” He said through gritted teeth, groaning under his breath every time thrust back on him. His other hand pressed lightly on your lower belly where his bulge can be seen while he increased the speed of the vibrator a bit higher. Your thighs shakes from the overstimulation, tears formed in your eyes and your moans were uncontrollable.

“Fuck fuck, gonn– c-come,” You cried out, tears now freely running down your flushed cheeks, the squelching sound of skin slapping against each other filled the room.

“Shit, hold it for me.” You thrusts were becoming erratic, upon knowing that Jungkook immediately handed over the vibrator to you and held you by your waist, started thrusting back at you.

He lie down on the mattress, seeing how his cock disappeared inside you and reappeared made him twitch violently, “Yes baby, that’s it. You feels so fucking good,” He groaned.

His praises made you clenched around him, moaning from the pure pleasure, you throw your head back. Even though, the vibrator was making you overstimulate, you couldn’t brought yourself to remove it. Nails digging on his hand, leaving marks for him to remember just like the bruises which will be prominent on your waist later, because of the dead grip of his.

He was rougher than before, slamming into you without a care in the world, “Fuck, I can see everything from here, how your pussy is swallowing my cock, baby. S-shit –,” He didn’t missed a chance to hit that perfect spot inside of you, abusing it to the point that your walls spasm and you squirt all over his cock and the bed sheet beneath you.

Tears stream down your cheeks from the intense pleasure in your core, your whole body shakes, you immediately removed the toy from you but Jungkook never stopped, constantly slammed back at you.

“Fuck, J-jungkook,” More spurs of liquids gushes out of you every time his cock came out of you. You couldn’t handle the pleasure as your body gave out and you leaned back on his chest. He still continued while holding onto you.

“Oh fuck–,” Jungkook moaned, never stopping his movements. The way you squirt, the hot liquid coated his cock, how your drenched pussy felt so good was overwhelming for him. You made him overwhelmed.

“I-I’m coming –,” You shrieked, pussy gripping his cock almost painfully. Jungkook couldn’t think straight as your warm walls engulf his member completely.

“Come on, come for me, baby.” Your vision got blurry, the harsh thrusts and the overstimulation was too much for you. You moans choked out from your throat, you almost let out a scream but restrained yourself for the sake of his neighbors.

With a last thrust, he finally came. His eyes rolled back as he dick restlessly twitches inside of you before he spiller his seeds inside the condom.

He slides out of you and your come oozed out of you, your body fall on top of him and he held you close to his chest. You could heard the soft beating of his heart, his slightly harsh breaths as he tried to recover from the intense session you two just shared.

You both lay down there in silent, hearing each other breaths and just…held onto each other like that in an intimate way.

Jungkook shifted in his place as he held onto you gently, carefully, not wanting to hurt you by any means as he places you beside him.

Your eyes were still closed when he cupped your face in his hands, when you finally looked at him you saw him staring back at you with his usual wide doe eyes. He didn’t said anything at first, just stared at you with something in his eyes you couldn’t decipher before he spoke, “Are you okay?”

His voice was as soft as his touches, there was slight hint of concern in his tone. This little things was the reason behind your growing feeling for him.

How caring and considerate he was with you, how he treated you as if he wanted you. Yes, he does wanted you but not in the way you wanted him. He was the first one to comfort you, he was always there for you. As a friends, he was perfect. And, as a boyfriend, he would be definitely better than your ex.

You smiled at him, “Yes, I’m absolutely okay.” You said that rather enthusiastically, making him chuckled in the process. He gave you a kiss on your forehead before despairing into his bathroom.

You thought, how it might be if you could tell him about the things you felt for him. It all started after he got cheated on by his ex.

He was devastated after that. You still remember the day when he cried in front of you. Jungkook was someone who wasn’t very good at expressing his emotions through words nor liked crying in front of other. So, when he did, you could imagine how hurt he might be at that moment.

Still, he gave her some time and came with an agreement that they both just needed space to figures out what they both wanted. Bullshit.

You never liked that idea. She literally cheated on him, even though she was kissing another girl on the lips, it still considered as cheating. Still, you supported Jungkook, because that’s what friends do.

Your chain of thoughts broke as Jungkook entered his room with a wet towel in his hand and a glass of water. You took it out of his hand and gulp down the water but he didn’t gave you the towel. He always does that, wiping your essence off of you every time. You stopped with your futile attempts of you can do that yourself long ago.

“Wait, let me take a shower.” You didn’t said anything, it was strange. Aftercare was important for him, you knew it. Usually, you two shower together or cuddled up on the bed, but, this time, he went alone. You found that odd before your focus shifted towards his phone.

The sound of a notification made your face turned towards the litted up screen. You scooted over it and the thing you saw made your blood boiled for unknown reasons.

You saw a notification from his ex-girlfriend. They weren’t in the talking situation so, why he got notifications from her. The suspicion and bitterness got the best of you and you quickly dressed to leave his apartment.

Just as you were about to head outside, he barged out of the bathroom, halting his movements for a second by your form standing in front of his door to leave, the automatic pout came onto his face out of confusion, he spoke, “Where are you going? Wait– why are you leaving?”

His brows pinched together a frown settled on his face, “Is everything okay?” There was seriousness in his voice. He tried to came closer but, he noticed the hesitation in your movements so he backed up, didn’t wanted to made you uncomfortable.

“I – just have something’s to do.” You lied, voice came out in an whisper as if you didn’t had any strength left in your body. Nothing wrong there, fucking Jungkook always made your body exhausted afterwards, but, your heart always felt content. Not this time.

Even if he sensed your lie, he didn’t question you. “Then, let me drop you there at least,” He went to grab his keys before you stopped him in the track.

“Do your still talk with Sana?” There was a few seconds of silence, not a sound of footsteps or even breathing. Utter silent. You heart beats increased with every second, holding onto your handbag, you waited for his reply.

“No… but, she followed me on Instagram yesterday.” He told you the truth, never wanted to lie to you. He just didn’t knew why he made this thing a secret. Not a secret, he just didn’t priorities it enough to discussed this with you.

“And?”

“And, I followed her back, then she sent a massage.” He said that so casually as if he was talking about a random person. It wasn’t any random person.

You turned around and looked at him. You didn’t understood why you felt a stinging pain in your heart when you saw him standing there oblivious. There was a slight worriedness in his eyes.

“Jungkook…I don’t know what you were thinking but…why didn’t you tell me? Also, why are you talking to your ex?” Okay, not so smart question. You did admitted that. That’s his life, he could talk to anyone he wants, so asking him why he did that was stupid.

Still, he tried to explain, “I– sorry, I should’ve said this before, but I thought it wasn’t much important to discuss about,”

“Wasn’t much important to discuss with me, right?”

“What? No! ____, It’s not what you’re thinking –,”

“Then, what is it? Jungkook, she cheated on you –,” Those words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. You wished you didn’t said that because the way his eyes went wide and glossy, made your heart hurt.

“Lets not come to an conclusion yet, she said she need some time and I gave her that. Also, she did that after…her last encounter with us.” This time, you gasped. He was talking about the threesome you guys had a month ago before their break up.

It was a casual thing between the three of you, all of you gave your own concerns, all three of you wanted that. Now, why he brought that topic into this argument. The conclusion was far more worse. You brain immediately responded with he thinks she cheated on him because of me.

His ex wanted to explore her sexuality after her encounter with you during the threesome. It all came clear in your mind.

“Are you implying that…she cheated on you because of me?” Your voice slightly cracked at the end of the sentence and you cringed. Not wanting to stay even a second there, you barged out of his room without looking back.

“No no, ____ , listen. I never blamed you– fuck! I could never do that, baby.” He grabbed you arm, tried to calm you down. “Please, don’t misunderstood me.”

His voice held so much vulnerability, panic rushed over his eyes. You couldn’t brought yourself to look at him, because if you did, you would mold back into his arms instantly and you couldn’t let that happen.

He kept on pleading to you, standing at the doorway and you. You huffed at his stubbornness, “Jungkook, please I have to go, now. We can talk about this later.” You again lied.

Jungkook wouldn’t wanted to disrespect your decision or invade your personal space, he backed away from the door. He couldn't understand outburst but he did knew that you never liked it when someone hide something from you. he knew, he made you upset which he never wanted.

You could see his glistening eyes staring right at you, his brows furrowed as he kept on looking at you until you departed from his apartment.

Your tears, unrestrained, finally flowed freely, unable to be held back any longer.