Important Ass-et | Pjm

important ass-et | pjm

Summary: You've been tasked with a very important job that you absolutely can't fuck up. After a long day at work, you're at your wits end and who better to end the evening with than your boss?

pairing: CEO!jimin x employee!reader

word count: 8,489

rating: 18+. this work is not suitable for younger audiences.

genre/au: office romance au, coworkers to lovers (?) | smut

warnings: sir kink • mirror kink • spitting • light bondage • squirting • oral (m. & f. receiving) • dirty talk • dom/sub themes • alcohol consumption (not drunk!) • safeword mention (not used!) • impact play (pussy, ass, and thighs baby) • name calling (bitch, slut)

author's note: this self-indulgent thing is for the lovely siya aka @missgeniality! surprise! but not really since i've been teasing this for a HOT minute huh? this is also my first full length fic for the lovely folks over at @btsgoldnetwork! thank you for accepting me into the network! anyway, i do hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think! constructive criticisms are always appreciated!

credits: smoke texture

m.list | ao3

Tick. Tock. Tick.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

When you open your eyes again, you're met with the scowling face of one Park Jimin, lines settling deep into the crevice of his face as he looks at your report silently, eyes darting between line after line of what you've written. Gulping, you school your features into a mask of neutrality, unwilling to betray the nervousness you're currently feeling as you maintain your breathing to endure the scolding that's bound to happen. The waiting is agonizing, the perfectionist CEO in front of you scrutinizing every verb and word choice with pursed lips, pen marking on the margins to make scathing notations on what could be improved upon.

You didn't come this far only to fail. After working for his company for almost eight years of your life, you've managed to climb the ranks quickly, proving yourself with every challenge dropped in the palms of your hands. When the CEO himself approached you in your tiny cubicle, asking you to meet him in his office, you were sure that it was the day you were getting fired and you paced nervously in front of the large wooden doors, thinking about all the mistakes you've done in the past, tears threatening to fall before you push open the doors and await your fate. To your surprise, you're still hired. He lifted an eyebrow at your panicked state, but didn't ask anything as he dropped a large burgundy file on the sleek mahogany table in front of you, an uncaring smile dancing upon his lips.

"I heard you're the best of the best. Show me. Make me proud."

His words still ring in your ears, motivating you to this day. Yet back then, as you perused the file, what you saw was an impossible task in front of you because you were just tasked to lead the audit team for a hotel establishment under Jimin's rule. You should've known than to accept the offer, but something trapped you into saying 'yes'; maybe it was the charisma and sheer power rolling off of the young CEO in droves or the sweet tone of approval in his voice when you signed the non-disclosure agreement, but your mind was off elsewhere when you sold your soul to the devil that day.

Park Jimin has disrupted your simple life since then.

You were giddy at first - trying your best to meet his impossibly high expectations of you by spending night after night in the office. Some days, you don't even go home with the amount of work you had to do; sleeping in the office break room and eating cheap ramen to tie you over. Lately though, you've been feeling frustrated, your needs not being met as you focus on the mountain of paperwork threatening to pull you under and Jimin's offhand flirty comments leaving you absolutely hot and bothered. You've made an effort to ignore your delusions. After all, why would someone like Park Jimin ever want you? With no family name or money to back you up, you're insignificant at best.

"Good," Jimin clears his throat and hands the report back to you. Looks like that's all the praise you'll receive after slaving on the report for two whole weeks. "I've made a few comments on the margins. Please fix them by tonight."

The stress must have made you brave because for the first time, you foolishly snapped, hands balled into fist at your side as you fixed your icy glare towards your boss. "It's 6pm and I'll fix the changes tomorrow."

Jimin blinks, the only twitch in his otherwise cool features that show his surprise. He furrows his brows, tapping his pen against the dark table as he clenches his jaw, sizing you up. The long seconds accompanied by only the clock causes your head to swim, the silence palpable as he looks like he could kill you where you stand. You chastise yourself briefly before opening your mouth to apologise.

Just as the words begin to leave your lips, there's a cat-like grin on Jimin's face as he leans back against his plush white chair, hands folded across his chest. "Answer a few yes/no questions for me."

It isn't a request.

"You've come here to work, is that right?" Jimin leans forward and threads his ringed fingers together before placing his chin on top of it.

You nod.

Jimin stands up then, gliding over towards the edge of the table, propping himself there momentarily. His eyes never leave yours and there's a glint of something dark; something predatory in his gaze. "I'm your boss. Is that right?"

You gulp and nod hesitantly, mind churning in an attempt to find out where he's going with this line of questioning.

"And" - Jimin draws himself to his full height, prowling towards you languidly with his hands in his pockets - "if I asked you to do anything, you'd do it, right?" Jimin drawls the last word, letting it hang in the air as his face leans close to yours, only a hair's breadth between your noses.

You gulp, nodding weakly as you feel yourself get swept away by the intimidating man in a grey suit that surely costs triple your wages for the year. Your own panicked reflection stares at you from his dark sunglasses and he brings his ring-clad fingers to remove them from his face only to toss them carelessly on the table. Jimin tilts his head, colourful tresses falling on his forehead and framing his face, as if he's waiting for something.

"Y-Yes," you squeak out, eventually realising that he wanted to hear an answer from you.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

He lifts his hand and gently cups your trembling face, a dark look in his features that you can't name. Your body betrays you when a gasp leaves your lips, knees threatening to buckle if he comes any closer. There's a dial-up tone beeping through your mind, the roaring of your blood mixing with the fog of desire rendering you useless and all you can do is to maintain your steady breaths, counting the seconds as you wait for him to move.

Jimin's lips turn from a simple smirk into a cruel smile. You can see the flame of excitement in his eyes as his pupils dilate and you bring your knees together as you feel the dampness from your arousal threatening to leak down your thighs.

He chuckles upon releasing you, sauntering away towards his desk and plopping down on his chair as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened; as though he didn't just cause your heart to fall into a thousand floors below you in fear and… in desire.

"Finish it by tonight," Jimin's voice calls out as you dismiss yourself from his office, clutching the burgundy folder against your thrumming heart.

---

Flipping through the notes Jimin left, you gnaw on the inside of your cheeks, thinking about his soft, pillowy lips that were mere inches away from your face and the cologne that has since infiltrated your brain. You've always admired Jimin and you'd be lying to say that you don't find him attractive, but even with the few flirtatious comments he's said towards you in the past, you've never found him so… appealing.

No, you nag firmly as your brain comes up with possible images of a naked Jimin. We are not doing this today.

Huffing out a sigh, you try once more to focus on your work and for some time, the distraction helps. You're well into finishing your first page of corrections when the last employees wave their goodbyes, encouraging you to stay strong. Sitting alone in the dim office, you let your tired body slump forward, putting your head in your hands. You glance at the bottom corner of your laptop screen to find that it's 8pm, which explains why your stomach is growling with hunger. You check through your favourite app for any deliveries, only to find that you're suddenly without appetite for anything they're currently offering. Ah, well, looks like it's another cup noodle day for you.

Making your way to the office pantry is like second nature to you. Hell, this entire office is already becoming your second home. There's a blanket at the very bottom drawer of your desk and extra supplies like a toothbrush, deodorant, and some simple makeup for when you need to look presentable the next day. Showering is easy since the office has a gym on the bottom floor too. All the office needs is a functioning stove and you could probably sell all your furniture to move in permanently into the space. Your musings put a smile on your face as you chuckle while you wait for the water to finish heating up.

"You look nice when you smile."

Whirling around in shock, you're met with your smirking boss leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest.

Embarrassed, you quickly drop into a bow before turning your attention towards the singing kettle. The surprise from unexpectedly seeing him in the pantry causes you to touch the hot piece of metal and you jump backwards, clutching your injured hand and dipping it in your mouth. Heat flames your cheek and you can't bring yourself to meet Jimin's eyes, so you stare resolutely at the bright red packaging of the cup ramen instead.

"Are you okay?" There's genuine concern in his voice that makes you look up. Jimin's eyebrows scrunching slightly on his forehead as he moves closer towards you.

"Yes" - his eyebrow quirks upwards - "...sir," you answer swiftly, ripping open the ramen package and pouring out the hot water into the cup before making a move to dash away, clutching the warm styrofoam in your hands.

There's a quiet, disapproving tsking sound and Jimin's arm shoots out in front of your chest, barring your escape. "Cup ramen is bad for you. If you're hungry, come with me."

"I still have work to do," you mumble weakly, trying to get as far away as you press your back towards the counter.

"I know. I assigned you that work. And I believe we had a chat earlier about doing exactly what you're told to do, didn't we? Hmm?"

When you don't answer immediately, his jaw tenses and, in one swift moment, he rips the styrofoam cup away from your hands to slam it on the counter. "Come with me," he commands quietly and circles his large hand around your wrist as he tugs you with him, ignoring the weak protests falling from your lips.

You stop struggling eventually, letting him drag you to the elevator down to the basement. It's not until he unlocks the car door - a sleek black Tesla that probably costs half of the houses in your neighbourhood combined - and opens the passenger seat for you to slide into that he lets go of your wrist, gesturing with a mischievous bow and a wink.

"Thank you," you mumble as you duck into the car. Jimin simply nods, closing the door after making sure your feet are inside. As he walks towards the driver's side, there's a strange coiling in your stomach as you take in the scent that is so wholly Jimin mixed with the smell of the luxurious leather seats.

"Where do you want to eat? Don't worry, I'll pay." It's with those words that you realise you've left your purse on your desk and another wave of embarrassment washes over you, causing your hands to shake as you attempt to buckle in.

As though he's sensing your distress, Jimin leans forward, warmth radiating from his body, as he helps you push the metal in the slot. You don't know how much your heart can take anymore. And you're unsure if it's intentional, but you feel Jimin's hands linger on your waist, your skin searing underneath the white blouse. When he pulls away, you gasp, feeling his fingers skirting over your exposed thighs and you clamp your lips in embarrassment, noting the devilish smile and the quirk of his eyebrows before you quickly turn away.

A quiet chuckle comes from his direction as he starts the car, drumming his fingers on the black, leather steering wheel. There's an occasional clink of metal as his rings hit one another and it takes everything in you not to look at his beautiful hands. You can imagine them though, and you close your eyes momentarily, reminiscing at the strong grip he had on your wrist, though your eyes snap open when your mind delves deeper in your thoughts, pulling an image of Jimin wrapping those very same fingers around your throat.

Oh my, if cup noodles aren't good for your overall physical health, Park Jimin is not good for your mental well-being.

Jimin plays some music as he drives, a smooth jazz beat that thumps across the car filled with expensive subwoofers. Your ears perk up when you hear him humming, voice lilting as it plucks notes out of thin air, harmonizing beautifully with the low tones of the saxophone. You can't help but slide your eyes to his handsome face, marveling at the way he's moving his body as he sings along to the rhythm. The lights blurring past your speed enhances the rainbow in his hair and you're awestruck.

How can a man be so beautiful?

Jimin must have sensed your eyes on him because he flashes you a grin, perfect rows of teeth glinting at you like a toothpaste commercial. He laughs freely when your cheeks redden and you glare at the road, wishing the car had an 'Eject' button you can push to get you out of this situation. Although your heart betrays the calm demeanor you're trying to project, you can't help the smile that forms on your lips and you realise that it's the first time that you feel comfortable and relaxed in the presence of your boss.

When he stops the car, you gawk at the grand building that stretches so high up, you can't see the top even as you careen your neck. There's a marvelous statue made of gold where small throngs of people walk on the steps on either side, all of them dressed in refinery. Feeling out of place in your simple black pencil skirt and white blouse, you turn to Jimin, eyes pleading towards him to take you somewhere else, but he pays you no heed, already exiting out of the car and tossing his car keys towards the valet before crossing over and opening your door.

"Come," he commands, holding out his arm towards you.

Your eyes turn into slits as you regard his hand, yet you gingerly loop your own around it anyway as he helps you stand. There's a ripple of gasps around you, but before you can figure out what's happening, Jimin's already whisking you away, reminding you to be careful as the marble steps tend to be slippery.

"I hope you like Italian. You didn't say anything in the car and it's been a while since I've been here. I hope the menu is to your liking," Jimin whispers as he leans closer, his breath tickling your ear.

You nod mutely, staring at the large glass doors ahead of you as it swallows the people inside. The ripples of murmurs start again, but as you're about to turn your head to see the commotion behind you, yet again, Jimin captures your attention and your eyes fall back to his side profile.

"Do you like wine?"

You shrug nonchalantly. You're not much of a connoisseur for alcohol, preferring to get drunk on liquor that costs $5 or less. "I like reds," you answer simply.

Jimin makes a humming noise and he slips from your grasp to put his hand on your lower back. The electricity that runs down your spine at the contact causes you to gasp and you stumble slightly forward before his hand shoots up to wrap around your sides.

"Careful," he whispers low.

Finally, you reach the top of the stairs pressed up against Jimin's side and you can note the stares that are thrown your way. What is this place anyway?

"Mr. Park, please, come in," the bellman greeted him warmly, bowing low as he opens the wide door for you.

"Chase. How's the family?"

You blink at the colorful man, surprised that he knows the man's name, let alone make small talk to an employee. It's not that you think Jimin's cold-hearted, but billionaires like him don't tend to care for people like you. Perhaps you've judged him too harshly.

The bellman and Jimin exchange a few pleasantries, laughing at a few shared stories before he says his goodbye, whisking you into the grand, golden building.

The inside is just as luxurious as you'd imagine, tall marble ceilings and plush scarlet carpet trailing to the receptionist desk at the far wall. A gigantic, crystal chandelier glints in the room, swaying gently as it refracts beams of light to dance on the walls. The conversations within the space are hushed, people leaning towards each other intimately. A beautiful, white grand piano is playing on its own in the center of the room, a haunting melody filling the space. There's a few seating areas scattered about the corners of the lobby, gentlemen dressed similarly to Jimin pointing at thick reports and looking sternly at their phones while sitting back on dark chaise lounges.

Jimin veers left, squeezing your waist in indication because you momentarily forget that he's there, too transfixed at the movie set-like interior. You notice the look of surprise on the hostess' face when the two of you enter, but it disappears quickly when she puts on a mask of professionalism, bowing quickly at you.

"Mr. Park, it's a pleasure to see you again. Same table, sir?"

Jimin doesn't talk to her as affectionately as he did with Chase, but he still calls her by her first name and without a name tag on her lapel, you are even more impressed by his memory.

She takes you to the seating by the window where the view outside is of a garden with soft lights filtering from the ground. Placing a menu on your side, she rattles off the specials for tonight, though your knowledge of Italian food is rusty and you can't quite figure out the dishes she's suggesting. The hostess leaves you with a quick bow, letting you know that the waiter will be there shortly with some water.

"What do you think?" Jimin asks without looking up from the menu, legs crossed over the other as his hand rubs his chin in thought. "Anything caught your eye yet?"

Quickly scanning the menu, you find some familiar words like lasagna and beef and your eyes widen when you see that there aren't a lot of zeroes next to the particular number. Maybe you should come here again, treat yourself to a beautiful dress and a wonderful evening with yourself. "I'll have the lasagna, I think. You?"

Just as Jimin starts to speak, the waiter comes to place two glasses of water in front of you, introducing himself quickly before asking if you're ready to order. You point at the menu in lieu of actually saying words, afraid that you'll butcher the Italian words and become more of an embarrassment in front of your boss.

"I'll have the usual. Oh, and a glass of wine for the miss. Anything from '96. Red, please, " Jimin smiles warmly at the waiter, gesturing at you with an open palm.

The waiter bows after repeating the order and informing you that the food will be done in twenty minutes. When he departs, you're hit with the sudden realisation that you're alone with your boss in a fancy restaurant and the awkwardness of having nothing in common starts to creep under your skin. So, you busy yourself with staring straight outside the garden, ignoring the pointed looks that Jimin throws your way. Your mind is in a frenzy. Jimin's always been a kind boss, but he's also been somewhat cruel with his remarks on your performance, expecting nothing short of perfection from all his employees.

Does he treat all the female employees like this? A sudden thought worms its way to your mind. You can't help it, but you feel a pang of something akin to jealousy, but that's ridiculous. Sure, you find your boss extremely attractive, but you don't want to date him… right?

"Penny for your thoughts?" Jimin's voice cuts through your daydream and you turn your head to find him smirking as he drinks from the glass. The only warning you receive is a waggle of eyebrows and then he's fucking with you; allowing streaks of water to dribble down the column of his neck, Adam's apple bobbing as he takes in a large gulp.

Don't think about the dampness between your legs. You're only going to make it worse! You groan inwardly, resolutely looking away from Jimin. Yet, as you hear the clinking of rings against glass, your eyes find their way towards him again. Jimin's using a napkin the wrong way. He's patting the front of his shirt dry, that much is evident, but then, he brings it to his mouth, tugging the pillowy lips to bring attention to how pink and utterly kissable they are.

You take a shuddering gasp, legs locked tightly in place underneath the white table cloth. Much to your relief, the waiter returns and captures Jimin's attention, rattling off French names and you assume they're discussing the wine pairing for the night. It takes a while for him to choose and you use the time to really look at him.

His colourful hair is the newest addition, he's been indecisive about which colours to choose from, so he decided that the most logical option is to have all of it. Then there's his hands. You've heard laughter from inside his office when his friends come over, teasing him about how cute he is and how dainty his fingers are, though you frankly can't see it. The man is intimidation walking on two legs. You've thought about those hands ever since he gripped you in the pantry and again when he's plastered you by his side as you walk through the doors of the hotel. Finally, there's his jaw. Smooth and sharp that you'll let him cut you over and over again. Although it's definitely not on purpose, you find the tensing of his jaw incredibly attractive and you've made simple mistakes over the past few weeks just to irritate him. You're not sure how a man can be so perfect; like he's made to literally cause suffering for all mankind because of his beauty.

You blink when you realise you've been staring at him, long after the waiter has left your table. Jimin doesn't seem to mind, giving you a wink when you come to your senses. He leans back against his chair, hands resting on his knees like he's the king. Like he owns the place.

Oh.

Oh.

"Do you… own this place? Wait, is this the hotel you assigned to me/" you ask dumbly, not really expecting an answer.

Jimin laughs anyway, bringing his hand to cover his mouth as he nods. "I own a large part of the building, yes."

"And all the people here?"

"I hired them. I'll let you in on a little secret, but you have to promise me that you won't breathe a word to anyone."

Jimin leans closer and as if you're pulled by a magnet, you do too, faces meeting at the middle, so close to one another that if you scooted your chair forward, your noses would bump.

"Most of the staff here have been in prison."

That's not a sentence you expected to hear.

You balk, but he continues. "I give them a fresh start by working here and if they do a good job, they can continue to climb the ranks. Being in customer service isn't easy, what with having to deal with so many rude customers, but I hope it gives them a new purpose in life." There's a wistful look in Jimin's eyes, a momentary lapse of silence before he opens his mouth again. "The audit I've placed in your hands? You're right. It's this very hotel and everything involving these employees. From their room and board, which they get for free as soon as they sign the contract, to their families. That's why I've been so hard on you. I know you'll do a tremendous job, and you've exceeded my expectations so far, but this is important to me."

As he finishes his sentence, he leans back on the chair, a small, shy smile forming on his lips. Maybe one day you'll find out why he's doing all this, but your heart blooms with pride; with joy, at the epiphany that you're working directly under a CEO that cares a little too much about people. Not that it's a bad thing.

The food arrives shortly afterward and you find that it's much easier to talk to Jimin after knowing his secret, promising him again and again that you won't say anything to anyone. The waiter returns once more as you're digging into the lasagna, bringing a bottle of wine and showing the two of you the label before he pours it into your glass. You'd be a goddamn liar if you knew what the cursive French words said, but you nod in thanks anyway, bringing the red liquor to your lips, swirling the liquid around slightly as you take the first few sips.

Fuck. This wine is better than sex.

You close your eyes, relishing in the way it coats your tongue. The bitter liquid has a sweet, chocolate aftertaste that's so delicious, you can't help the sigh that escapes your lips. You hear Jimin's tittering chuckle and when you open your eyes, he's staring straight at you, an amused smile on his features. Cheeks flushed pink, you set the wine glass down and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, hands trembling as you pick up the silverware to eat again. Dinner resumes with quiet conversations and at one point, the lights start to dim and your waiter comes back with a tea candle and a small vase filled with roses, setting it on the end of the table closer to the window.

This feels-

"...feels like a date, huh?" Jimin laughs, shaking his head to the side, unaware that he just finished your sentence in your head.

You press your lips together, trying to hide the demure smile that's threatening to take over. And perhaps it's the fact that this is the best conversation you've had with a guy in combination with the delicious wine you just finished, but you gaze into Jimin's dark eyes.

"I wouldn't mind if it is."

Giggles burst from your stomach as you take in his shocked expression. For the first time in the many years you've worked for his company, you've never seen him so wide-eyed before and, dare you say, eager.

"Your dessert, sir." The voice of the waiter seems to shock the both of you, heads snapping to his direction as he presents two bowls of vanilla ice cream. "It's on the house. Please, enjoy the rest of your evening."

You stare at the bowl in front of you, mind churning with possibilities on how you can turn the tables on him. Jimin's always been the one teasing you; is it so wrong that you want it to be your turn? With a wink, you scoop the ice cream in your mouth, letting some of it dribble on the corners of your lips as you bring your tongue to swipe the stray streaks. A quiet moan leaves your lips as you lick the spoon clean, pulling it out with a soft pop. There's a telltale sign of hitched breathing coming from the man in the grey suit and his hands shoot forward to grip at your wrist, a flame of desire burning behind his eyes.

"Don't you fucking dare."

You're not sure what he meant by that exactly, but you break free from his hold to do it again, eyes never straying from his handsome face. You relish at the shadow that passes through his features: jaw locked tight as he glowers at you, pupils so dilated that it turns his irises black. He growls in warning, silently commanding you to stop, but you don't care, the alcohol in your system makes you brave as you forget the embarrassment you've endured that night.

When the bowl is thoroughly emptied of ice cream, you take your finger and dip it in, humming as you coat your digit in the cold sweet cream before popping it in your mouth, eyes closing as you suck.

"Okay. That's it." Jimin whispers harshly, slamming his chair back as he grabs your wrist and pulls you up. "Send the bill electronically," he barks at the poor waiter, who could only bow in respect as he scurries away.

---

"You," Jimin roars when the elevator doors close. In an instant, he's trapped you effectively with his body and you're unable to move without meeting either of his hands that are slammed to the sides of your head. "What the fuck was that?"

Giggling nervously, you play with the hem of your pencil skirt as you look up at him through your lashes, tilting your head slightly to give him an innocent smile. "What's wrong? I was only eating ice cream." You bat your eyelashes for added effect, the stain on your panties growing wetter as you anticipate what he'll do next.

You're surprised, but not really, when he wraps his pretty, ringed hand around your throat, giving it a slight squeeze in warning, a sinful gasp leaving your lips when he looks at you with those lustful eyes.

"You're a fucking brat is what's wrong. And I see that you're not the slightest bit trained." Jimin's breath is hot as it fans across your cheek. As you're about to retort, he rolls his hips forward, dragging his erection against your stomach. Your eyes widen at the drag of his cock, eyes rolling backwards when he presses his knee between your legs and digging it harshly on your wet cunt. You grind on the sensation, moaning wantonly in the confined space.

"Pathetic slut," he spits, tipping your chin harshly upwards to meet his glare. "Look at you, all needy and panting when I've barely touched you. Fuck, you've ruined my pants."

Your walls flutter at the derogatory pet name, hands finding their way to grab at his collar to pitch him forward, needing his lips on yours immediately. Of course, Jimin doesn't indulge you, pulling away just as swiftly to flip you over, your cheek pressed firmly on the cold mirror of the elevator as he loosens his tie, using it to bind your wrists together.

"The safeword is 'audit'," he growls into your ear, his back firmly pressed on yours as he rolls his hips again, directly on your cunt. "Say it, so I know your head is useful for something."

You repeat the word back to him and though you know resistance is futile, you make an attempt to loosen the tie, only to have a firm hand swat at your ass. You groan at the pain, loving the way it causes your legs to shiver as you feel him press up against you again. Though you would typically prefer some privacy, it excites you to be doing something so indecent where people can walk in at any moment.

Cold metal grazes your heat as you feel his fingers drag across your panties. You arch your back and push into his hand, whining at the contact. Jimin chuckles, unrelenting in his slow pace as he traces alphabets on your clothed cunt.

"Already wet for me, dearest? Would you like me to fuck you here? Right now? Where someone can catch us at any point in time?"

You can't form a coherent sentence, tongue laden only with moans that almost resemble his name. Your breath fogs the mirror of the elevator, chest pressed up so tightly against the metal that you struggle to breathe. Jimin rucks your skirt up around your waist and strips you of your ruined panties, presumably stuffing it in his pants, a moan leaving his lips when he sees your glistening cunt for the first time. There's not a moment of hesitation when he plunges his middle finger in, the loud squelching mixed with the sounds of your moans rattling the walls of the elevator.

"Pathetic cunt," Jimin hisses and uses his other hand to tip your chin upwards, your eyes instantly meeting your reflection. The girl in front of you is disheveled, clothes wrinkly and eyes glassy as you take in the evident pleasure written on her face. "Look at you, so beautiful like this. So submissive."

When Jimin inserts another finger in your cunt, you abandon all your thoughts. You scratch the mirror in front of you, unable to find purchase in anything as your cunt gushes arousal down your legs, making a mess on the floor. Then, to your horror, the elevator dings. Your attempt at pushing Jimin off of you is met with a slap against your thighs as he picks up the pace.

"Jimin, fuck, please," your mind tries to form coherent sentences, but he takes the moment to run his thumb on your clit, halting your thoughts immediately.

Your cunt seizes his fingers when the elevator doors open and to your surprise, a grand office greets you instead of some poor shocked souls. Walls lined with bookshelves and a gigantic window on the far end casts the moon's light on a large oak desk. There's sofas in the center of the room, a glass coffee table settled between them, and a large persian carpet nestled underneath.

"Surprised?" Jimin laughs, still thrusting into you albeit he switches to a more languid pace this time. "Your cunt wrapped around me real tight when you thought we were going to get caught. Is that what you want, bitch? You like the idea of possibly getting caught?"

He doesn't let you answer, working his fingers inside of you as you howl his name. "That's not my name, slut. You'll be referring to me as 'sir' from now on," he growls, fingers curling inside you to drag across your g-spot.

After a few more thrusts, he leaves your pussy empty as he struts out of the elevator, sucking on his sodden fingers as he winks at you, his reflection smug in the mirror. You try to gather what energy you have left and you stumble after him, hands bound together and legs weak from a high that you haven't quite achieved.

---

"Tease," you pout, bottom lip quivering as the tears threaten to fall from your eyes when you regain your senses. How can a man this beautiful exude so much power?

Jimin chuckles at that, leaving his chair to lessen the distance between your bodies, rings digging painfully on your cheeks as he grips them tightly. "Tease, am I? Pray tell, how am I the tease?"

"You knew we were going to be in this office, didn't you?" you challenge. "The elevator just automatically spits us here. There's no way we were going to be caught."

Jimin laughs, shrugging his shoulders in confirmation. "I believe I wasn't the one enjoying myself. I'll make it up to you, hm? Come here."

Foolishly, you close the gap between your chests fully and Jimin dips his head lower to capture your lips in a chaste kiss. His hand tugs at the strands of your hair and you gasp, letting him run his tongue all over yours in the process. You can faintly taste yourself and you're raring to go again.

"On your knees, darling."

The dampness that pools between your legs threaten to spill on the floor as you watch Jimin finally unbuckling his pants, revealing his thick, veiny cock into his cold office. You gulp at the saliva that's about to spill from your slack jaw and you pant heavily at the sight of the red, weeping head, wondering if it'll even fit inside you.

He strokes his length a few times, groaning as his gaze drifts towards yours, whose eyes are wide in fascination. "Open," he pants, leaving traces of precum on your lips.

Moaning, you do as you're told and Jimin abruptly shoves his cock into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat in one go. You gag around his length, the burn causing fresh tears to roll off your face, but it's so good. With shallow breaths, you swallow around his length as your hand cups and plays with his balls. The sound of Jimin groaning above you is music to your ears. Your pace starts out slow, saliva clinging to his length and down your chin. Hollowing your cheekbones lets you hear more of those sweet sounds stumbling from Jimin's mouth and so, with one more shallow breath, you increase your efforts until his breathing stutters and he removes himself from you with a hiss and a hard grip on your head.

"If I knew what that mouth could do, I'd fuck you sooner," he rasps, breathing still heavy despite the tired smile he gives you. "Do you want to cum, darling? Creammy cock and make an absolute mess of yourself?"

You nod almost too eagerly.

Chuckling, Jimin moves to sit on his office chair and leaves you on the floor, crooking a finger towards you and patting his leg. With trembling legs, you pad slowly towards his lap, the tie binding your arms together making it hard for you to balance. Your blouse is sticky with a mixture of sweat and saliva, making your skin crawl. All you want is for Jimin to rip it all off, seam to seam, leaving you naked and breathless in front of him, but you say nothing as you get closer, breathing in the heady scent of his cologne instead.

Gingerly, you place both your legs on either side of the chair, trying to balance yourself in the tight space as you lower your aching core. Jimin's not helping, hands gripping firmly at the handles of the seat and a smile dancing on his lips. "If you want to cum, do it yourself, slut," he taunts, rolling his hips upwards to glide his cock on your entrance.

With what little bratty attitude left in your body, you begin to slide across his length instead, smearing his pants with your arousal. You let the moans tumble freely from your lips, mutters of expletives and his name wedged between the sounds as you continue to build your high. A triumphant smile graces your lips as you see Jimin shudder, eyes closing halfway before his grip leaves the chair and slams firmly on your ass. You keen, head thrown back at the pain, yet your cunt gushes out in response, soaking the front of his pants completely.

Jimin tuts as he chuckles, lifting you up and away from his lap and placing you face first on his oak table instead. "My slut still needs to be trained, huh? I guess the earlier punishment in the elevator isn't enough for you, hmm?" Each word is punctuated by a harsh slap on your ass, the flesh reddening with every contact from his hand.

"Ah - Jimin - no more!" you cry, tears flooding your vision at the onslaught of pain and pleasure.

At the mention of his name, Jimin growls, thrusting two fingers harshly inside you, already knuckle-deep as he curls his fingers inside your velvet walls as he continues to spank you with his free hand. "That's not my fucking name, and you know it. I have in my hands a pathetic slut who can't even follow simple instructions. What's going on in that pretty head of yours, hmm? I bet it's the thought of my cock fucking you raw on this table," Jimin laughs as you struggle, another swat on your ass makes you fall flat on the table, unable to keep your legs up any further. He takes the opportunity to land a firm hand across your weeping cunt, massaging the sensitive bud with the tip of his fingers when you shudder at the contact. You don't have to look behind you to know that the table is coated with a new layer of varnish. "You're not done yet, are you? We haven't even fucked yet. On your knees, baby."

"...Sir," you whimper, letting the force of his fingers bring you closer to the edge of oblivion.

"Good girl. Fuck, if you wanted to be punished, you should've just said so. Instead you try and try my patience. Look where that's gotten you?" He ends the statement by ceasing all movements. "Bad girls don't deserve to cum, you know?" he taunts, mocking laughter slipping from his lips as he watches you howl and thrash against the table, orgasm rudely taken away from you.

With those words he slips his ring-clad fingers away from your cunt, the force of the removal causes you to squirt some more, warm juices gushing out of you in waves. Jimin hums his approval, loving the little spasms that wrack through your body..

Jimin walks over to where your head lays and smiles, threading his dainty fingers on your hair to tug your face upwards. Your eyes are unfocused, too lost in the way he's looking at you; at the prideful smirk on his lips. His other hand comes to stroke your cheek before placing his thumb on your lips. His smirk grows into a full-on smile when your eyes close and your mouth opens, sucking and mewling around his digit. "Had enough, slut? Are you going to be a good girl now?" he whispers softly as he places a tender kiss on your sweat-covered forehead.

You nod, letting his thumb go before replying. "Yes, sir."

"Good. Relax, let me take care of you, okay?"

Jimin drops your head gently on the table, smoothing out the strands away from your face as you sigh against his gentle touch. As he walks to the other side of the desk, his fingers don't leave you, always touching a part of your body before it stops to rub circles on your lower back. You moan, arching your tired back to feel more.

"Would you prefer if I give you a massage here," he asks while he digs through your sore back momentarily before Jimin's fingers trail lower and push two digits deep into your cunt, "or here?"

Your head snaps upwards, a guttural sound ripping itself from your throat as Jimin thrusts languidly inside your sopping cunt, relishing in the tremors that shake your body. His free hand massages your ass in an attempt to soothe the smarting flesh caused by his wicked hand.

"Ah - fuck - sir," you gasp, feeling his tongue on your clit as he continues to curl his fingers inside, bringing you dangerously close to the edge with just a few strokes. Jimin hums, the vibration making you rut against his face as you struggle against your binds.

"Can you squirt again, baby?" he moans between licks. "Wanna drink you up."

"I don't know - fuck, fuck, right there, right there. Shit, I'm going to - ah - gonna cum, please, please let me cum, sir!" you keen, gripping the ropes that bind you on your back. Your face is marked with splotches of drool and tears, but you don't care that you look like a mess because Jimin's face is about to be just as ruined.

Jimin thrusts his fingers faster and his mouth sucks up all the juices that dribble freely from your cunt. He's unrelenting as the fire continues to spread across your body, the familiar waves making your toes curl. You're unsure what words you're panting out at the moment, brain and pussy filled with Jimin, Jimin, Jimin, but after a particularly deep thrust, you soak the front of his expensive dress shirt with your arousal, a high-pitched whine bouncing off the walls of his office as you finally reach your end.

His thrusts slow before stopping completely, moaning as he removes his arousal-covered face from your body. Jimin makes quick strides to loom over you before dropping his face to capture your lips in a heated kiss. He pries your mouth open with expertise, tongue chasing yours as you moan, tasting yourself. The kiss is sloppy, drool freely running down the column of your throat as he continues to fuck your mouth with his tongue. When the two of you part, gasping for air, Jimin's eyes are glassy, his jaw set as he takes a hold of your chin gently.

"Open."

Eager to please, you do as you're told, opening your mouth wide and extending your tongue outwards. Jimin tips your face upwards towards him and there's a slight movement from his jaw and throat as you realise what he's about to do. A fat glob of spit falls on your tongue and you moan, shutting your eyes. Jimin does it again, filling your mouth slowly with a pool of saliva and your own arousal. You keep the mixture in your mouth, still parted slightly, so he can see your obedience.

"Good girl. Swallow."

And as you do, your cunt clenches painfully over nothing. You whine against his hold, hands completely numb from the tie and you have no upper body strength left to keep you up. Jimin kisses you chastely once more as he places your head on the table. Moving back to the other side, he unties your wrists with deft fingers, massaging them to get the blood flow going.

"Hands and knees on the table," he commands, voice ringing from all directions.

Limbs trembling and bones screaming with exhaustion, you force yourself to comply, even as you hear your joints popping from the tension in your body. Praise trickles out of Jimin's mouth with careless abandon as he massages your hips, voice low as he remarks how good you're doing, turning your body pliant in his hands.

And - oh, there. Jimin's cockhead rubs against your weeping cunt, slapping it against your clit a few times only to bury himself all the way to the hilt, a groan slipping from his plush lips as your walls clench around him. You buck your hips backward in an effort to get used to his length, silently begging for him to move slowly at first.

"I should've fucked you ages ago. Fuck, you're so tight, baby."

Jimin ruts slowly into you, a small bit of mercy, as he lets you adjust to the stretch of his cock. You shudder at the slight burn, the fullness inside you making you writhe on the wooden table as you wiggle your hips. There's a chuckle from behind you as Jimin unsheathes himself, leaving only the head, before abruptly slamming his cock wholly inside. Your muffled whimpers and pants do nothing to stop his movements as he continues, gradually building up momentum until he's rapidly thrusting his cock deep in your pussy.

For the second time that night, Jimin brings you closer to the edge of pleasure, flame erupting from your core as he snakes a hand to play with your clit. He's unrelentless, his desire to drive you crazy fueling the snap of his hips, especially when he brings a knee on the table to fuck you deeper, the angle causing his cock to brush repeatedly on your g-spot. With only a few more thrusts, your battered cunt spasms, walls flutter tightly against his length, and you see stars when you close your eyes. There isn't enough time to give him a warning as you cum and you scream his name as you flood his table again.

Jimin growls your name, his high also rapidly approaching as his hands leave your hips to grip your hair in a makeshift ponytail, pulling you away from the table. "Fuck, this cunt was made for me. I'm going to fuck you full of my cum." His words send fresh shivers down your spine as you keen, muscles screaming with exhaustion and overstimulation as he continues to pound his cock repeatedly inside you. "Yeah? You like the idea of walking around filled with my cum? Oh, fuck, baby, you're going to be the death of me."

With a final grunt and a stutter in his hips, Jimin cums, heat filling your insides as he paints it white and you moan his name in reverence, tightening your cunt to milk him of his cum completely. He removes himself from you with a groan, eyes dark with lust as he watches his arousal oozing from your cunt. You groan tiredly when you feel his fingers fuck the cum back inside, a silent instruction to keep it in for as long as you could.

A pleased hum leaves his lips at the sight of you on the table and with a gentleness that he hasn't displayed all night, he lifts you up and carries you to the dark sofa in the center of the room, dropping your tired body on the heaps of pillows. Though he had instructed you to keep his cum inside, he leaves momentarily and comes back with a handkerchief, wiping the lower part of your body as you try to steady your breathing.

"Let me take you home. You've been wonderful," he murmurs as he sits next to you, lifting your head so it rests on his lap. His hands massage your battered limbs and you whine, the strain beginning to settle in from fucking on a hard surface.

"I have work to do…" you whisper. "This was only supposed to be dinner."

Jimin chuckles, pride twinkling in his eyes. "I'm the boss. I'm commanding you to worry about work tomorrow. After all, you've already proven yourself to me plenty." He opens his cellphone then, talking in hushed noises as his hand drifts to play with your hair. You only hear bits of conversation as your eyes droop close, the exhaustion catching up to you, rendering you close to sleep.

Your eyes snap open when Jimin whispers your name, still stroking your hair. "Come on, let's get some sleep. I've reserved a room already." He helps you up and goes to the elevator, picking up your ruined panties along the way as you blush, trying to fix your appearance to look semi-presentable.

"Do you want to know something funny?"

You tilt your chin in his direction, having just finished putting your hair in a bun.

"Our room number is 69."

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Inevitable (Series Masterlist) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader (ft. ot6)

Genre/Tags: exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK; angst, fluff, smut (18+)

Series Warnings: foul language, alcohol consumption, minor character death, talks of insecurities, explicit sexual content (oral sex, fingering, making out, straddling, unprotected/protected penetrative sex but be safe please! specific warnings will be written on applicable chapters)

Series Word count: ~76.8k

Summary: You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.

A/N: I love exes aus, and (athlete) dad Jungkook does things to me and after months of this little family living in my head, I finally got to put them into writing. So I hope you enjoy knowing them as much as I loved writing them 🥰 Also, my knowledge on baseball (and the MLB and the KBO) is quite shallow so for wrong terms and stuff… please ignore!

Prologue (wc: 2.2k)

Chapter 01 (wc: 6.9k)

Chapter 02 (wc: 7.2k)

Chapter 03 (wc: 7.7k)

Chapter 04 (wc: 9.9k)

Chapter 05 (wc: 7.5k)

Chapter 06 (wc: 7.7k)

Chapter 07 (wc: 6.6k)

Chapter 08 (wc: 14.7k)

Epilogue (final) (wc: 6.3k) || completed

HAZE - m.

Pairing: Jungkook x reader Rating: 18+, smut, swearing Warnings: smut, thigh grinding, choking, voyeurism (for 2 seconds), fingering, hair pulling, dirty talk (its been a Time, folks), slight degradation, gagging (??) Genre: pwp, fuck boy!jungkook, nerd/good girl! Reader, ah yes the most overdone trope of all and im not even mad, e2l if u squint and turn your head, party au?? Word Count: 2.8k Summary: So you’ve fucked the biggest fuck boy on campus. It’s a one and done. One night stand. A wham bam thank you ma’am. So why does it happen again? Alternatively, You hate Jeon Jungkook less than you thought you did. A/N: repost from my old blog bc,,,,,why not and also im dramatic like that. Bet u thought u saw the last of my shit!!!! Ur wrong!!!!! Im back on it!!!!!!!!!!!! Also am I saying im working on a second part even tho im on hiatus bc finals???? Whattt no……….,,,,..,..,,,(yes I am and it can be read as a standalone im not sorry)

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Mafia!Yoongi  x Female Reader

Genre: Mafia AU, Enemies To Lovers, Strangers To Lovers, Unexpected/Unplanned Pregnancy, Smut, Angst, Fluff

Description: Hooking up with Yoongi was a mistake. A mistake you’ve been making for the past 8 months. You knew he was dangerous; your friends had warned you before. Dealing with him was a bad decision. You knew that one day, things would get messy. That day came when you found out that you were pregnant. You didn’t expect things to go well, but you also didn’t expect things to spiral out of control either. When telling him about the pregnancy doesn’t exactly go as planned, you’re forced into a world you know little about. It’s there where you find out just how dangerous Min Yoongi really is.

Warnings (Still Updating): Mature Content, Crime, Violence, Unexpected/Unplanned Pregnancy, Smut, Heavy Angst, Torture, Cursing, Lots of Blood, Death, Lots of Trust Issues….

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Brown-eyed Baby | 01

a lost child at the mall. eyes from a different time.

pairing: single dad!jk x reader

genre: exes 2 (friends 2) lovers, smut, angst, fluff.

word count: 11.4k

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part ½ <previous | next>

warnings: feelings, handjob (it’s a lo fic what’d you expect), penetrative sex, switch!jk, switch!reader (but mostly slightly dom!jk and sub!reader((((would u believe????)))) uh, breeding kink… possessive/jealous (but mostly insecure) jk, feelings, abandoned koo :(, koo’s cute child.

© brown-eyed baby is copyright jeonstudios 2020, all rights are reserved. this fic can not be modified, re-posted or translated without my permission.

author’s note: for the bts ghostie writers net challenge “dynamite dads.” my alloted trope/genre/member was “exes/old flames,” smut with jungkook. there’s gonna be a sequel.

The newly purchased box of sneakers lies heavily in the plastic bag that swings from your grasp. During yesterday’s surprise storm that you managed to find yourself in, your left foot had gotten suspiciously more wet than the other, and when you got home, you realized there was a big hole in the sole. How it got there and when, you have no idea.

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so sec c oof the temptation no one can resist🤌🏻 highly recommended ✨🦋

et sic incipit | kth

et sic incipit (latin) ↳ translation: and so it begins

“Ah there you are, little lamb. // Oh, I can't wait to ruin you.”

pairing: incubus!taehyung x virgin!reader

word count: 12,581

genre/rating/au: 18+ | demon au | smut

warnings: corruption kink • pwp • religious bastardization • semi-public sex • oral (m. & f. receiving) • unprotected sex • exhibitionism • fingering • coercion (just to be safe i’m tagging it!) • multiple smut scenes • multiple orgasms • public sex • name calling (kitten; slut) • dirty talk • edging • creampie • first time sex • clothed sex •  standing up sex • swearing

author's note: EDIT I HAD TO REUPLOAD BECAUSE THE TAGS WEREN'T WORKING T_T for @ressjeon who can't stop ruining me; thanks for the idea yannie, love u lots. and to isabella, @monvante​ thank you for listening to me cry about this fic and for being the best beta reader a pal could ever ask for!! huge thank you to @kithtaehyung for agreeing to do the banner!! ryen, i'm so grateful you agreed to the request and came up with this amazing look!! finally, this is for the au challenge as part of the bccsg event! let me know what you think and thank you always for reading!

playlist: pied piper x daddy issues (slowed) // airplane pt. 2 (slowed)

m.list | ao3

Temptation is not meant to be loud.

Because it isn’t scantily-clad women roaming the streets at night that turn the heads of loyal men. It isn’t the loud bass, bright lights, or fingers beckoning weary travellers to come inside and have a drink. No. Temptation is the forbidden desire to covet the tantalizing fruit that’s so close within reach; of knowing that if you stretch your arms just a little bit higher, you’ll be able to have a taste to satiate your hunger.

Little do you know that it only makes you crave more.

And for Taehyung, born of old and before the dawn of man, to tempt is to whisper quietly; reminding mortals of their earthly desires like a mother’s caress upon their head. His ability to see the heart’s of people through visions help with his mission, though after a millennia has come and gone, there’s rarely any excitement left in the world.

Even with so many pews filled with supposed Catholics, he scans the room with unseeing eyes, head lolling to the side and fingers tracing the air as the sheep bleat to the Apostle’s Creed. Not one single soul is good enough for him to corrupt anymore because everyone's already strayed from the path of righteousness; whether it's a white lie here or embezzlement there. Pouting at the mass that is his newest assignment, he kicks his feet while lying languidly, arms under his head, between the open arms of a Mother Mary's statue. Taehyung scowls when the organ picks up, hymns falling to his ears like the buzzing of incessant bugs. A nuisance at best, but it's still annoying.

After the long walks on Earth, he no longer feels the burning pain upon stepping on consecrated ground; no more gasping for air or marks riddling his skin when presented in front of a cross. He's grown too powerful to a point where holy water scalds his flesh like a warm shower would, rejuvenating, but drying on the skin. Taehyung supposed he should be grateful. With no holy power to keep him in check, he's able to wander through homes and tempt even the most religious of saints… but where's the fun in that? Making old men suffer with dreams of a church burning to the ground is not his cup of tea, no matter how fun it is to watch their old, wrinkly face twist in agony as they toss in their sheets. No, his sights have always been on the innocent twenty-something youths, especially those that have never known the touch of a lover, because it allows him to reveal himself and actually talk to another being for G- ah, yes, the forbidden ‘g’ word – sake.

Though he doesn't believe in fate, it's like his prayers have been answered (the irony isn't lost on him). Just as the priest takes his place in front of the podium, bowing repeatedly at the cross before launching into his sermon, Taehyung catches a whiff of something in the air and he sniffs once - twice - body twisting around to locate the sweet trail of innocence. He jumps down from his place in Mother Mary's arms and strolls through every pew, closely monitoring the faces that stare at the priest. His eyes scan the crowd, yet he still can't find the source until you come into view, head bowed as you whisper quietly with the deacon.

Ah, there you are, little lamb, he smirks, eyes flashing dangerously upon encountering his prey.

Taehyung glides towards you with ease, tucking his large black wings into his back to sniff the air around you. He doesn't dare come closer, afraid that you’ll notice his presence somehow. Humans, despite being the last of His creations, have been gifted with an annoying sixth sense – goosebumps on the skin and hairs on the back of their necks that alert them when they sense danger. And though his hands shake with the anticipation of absolutely ruining you, his mind already churning out simulations of what your moans might sound like, he trails a few good feet behind you as the deacon shows you around. Taehyung groans, squeezing his eyes shut when the yellow sundress flutters like wings, showing just the barest hint of your thighs that makes his cock twitch as he imagines what lies underneath all the layers of prim and proper.

The deacon sits you down next to him, close to the aisle where Taehyung stops in his tracks, leaning so close to inhale the perfume you're wearing. Fuck, he can't wait to have you. He opens his mouth, mustering up his power to whisper temptations in your ear; simple ones, like making you zone out while the priest is talking, but he stops himself when he sees you pulling out a notebook.

He guffaws, hand flying to his face as he stares at just how… innocent you are. Taehyung makes a silent bet to himself to see how long it'll take before you break, gauging your resilience without delving into your mind as an added challenge. He typically would swoop in and claim pretty things like you, but something about the way you're taking notes with your pink pen as you gnaw on your bottom lip makes him want to play the long game and my, what a long game it shall be.

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After weeks of analyzing your movements and listening in to conversations, Taehyung finds that you've recently moved to the community on your own and has soon found a comfortable rhythm between work and your church duties. The priest had taken a liking to you immediately when you stopped by his office to ask him questions about his sermon and it wasn’t long before he asked if you're willing to join the choir. After a few more weeks came and went, it became helping out the church with its endless chores until eventually, you’re given the privilege to teach Sunday school. You're so blessed with talent and kindness that the priest actually handed you a copy of the keys to the church, so that you may practice your singing or plan your lessons ahead without needing someone else to be there.

Blessed.

Taehyung doesn't know the meaning of the word, but if it’s akin to the serendipitous encounter between the two of you, he could consider himself blessed. Another long week crawls by before you're finally alone, without the nuns or deacon fretting around you and asking for help. It’s a quiet sort of night where you just finished preparing your lessons for Sunday school this week and the click of your short heels rouse a sense of glee in Taehyung’s stomach. As he follows you outside, he takes a quick glance at the ornate mirror, observing the changes in his features. A sharp jaw and almond eyes, dark pupils and darker hair complimenting his tanned skin stares back. When he smiles, his teeth are straight and pearly white. He has to hand it to you, you've made him devilishly handsome – pun intended.

Taking another gander at the empty church grounds to make sure that you're definitely alone, Taehyung strides past you to lean over the lamp post of the dim parking lot, waiting for you to finish locking up the large oak door. Your eyes widen like saucers when you turn around around to face him, a gasp tumbling past your lips. He walks to you lazily; feet slapping on pavement and hands in his pockets as he looks at you up and down, wetting his lips at the sight. You take a small step back towards the steps of the church as he nears, until your back is pressed up against the wood.

"W-Who are you?" you glare though your body trembles in fear.

Taehyung tilts his head, observing the blown out pupils of your eyes as he ponders his next move. He dips his face lower, closer, to yours, letting his breath fan across your cheeks. The way you turn your face as you squeeze your eyes shut makes him chuckle before fitting his bottom lip between his teeth. Taehyung has the power to delve into your thoughts – to rid himself of the mind games, but that would only make the challenge easier and he wants to savour this moment as you slowly peel yourself away from the good girl persona you’ve crafted so carefully before you’re on your knees and begging for his cock.

"Do not be afraid."

Taehyung blinks, surprised at the sultry bass that comes out from his vocal chords. He's used to his face morphing to suit his victim's preference, but you have the power to change his voice and that's never happened in his lifetime yet. Smirk returning to his features, he shrugs, "To answer your question, you can call me Taehyung."

"You're… not human, are you?" Though your voice wavers, Taehyung is impressed by your courageous question and at the way your eyes return to his face, searching for answers that you'll never quite find.

He spies movement in your throat and his smirk morphs into a wicked grin as you gulp, waiting for his answer. Taehyung hums, eyes roaming your figure before answering your question and he chuckles quietly at the way your fists clenched tightly around the hem of your skirt (too long for his liking), knuckles losing its colour at the amount of force in your grip.

Satisfied, he leans ever closer, carefully, until his lips graze the shell of your ear. Taehyung delights in the small sharp gasp that's pulled unwillingly from your chest; the pitter pattering of your heart giving away your excitement as you squeeze your eyes shut. And based on your nervousness, especially at the way you're worrying your bottom lip as if the action can hold back your moans, it becomes clear to him just how lucky he is to have found such a wonderful new victim. Your mind is as pure as the first snowfall, unblemished by the dirt and grime of the earth.

That is to say, you're a virgin.

Taehyung's not surprised, but he can hardly contain his glee, pants tightening at the thought of you panting his name. He wonders how he missed that in the beginning. Was he so enraptured by your beauty that he missed such a basic fact? Surely, the years of abstinence hasn't made him that rusty. Regardless, he chuckles quietly, shaking his head when he notes your confused expression. "You are correct. I am not a human. Can you guess what I am, hm?"

"Judging from the fact that you're smiling while you have me pressed up against the door, you're either a delusional pervert or a demon. And if you're the latter, how can you step foot on consecrated ground without, I don't know, screaming in pain?" you demand with a brevity he didn’t know you had.

Taehyung wonders if it's all right for him to reveal the true depths of his power, but decides against it at the last second, choosing to shrug it off instead, tilting his chin to the side to show the column of his sun-kissed neck. It's a non-committal answer and he hopes it will ignite your curiosity. The silence stretches as he deprives you of a response. After some shuffling from your end, you step to the side hesitantly, your back scraping against the wood.

"I… have to get home. Someone's waiting for me there," you mumble, ducking away from his gaze and the closeness of his body. Taehyung purses his lips, perhaps you're not as innocent as he initially thought because he knows you live alone, based on the conversations he's heard between you and the older ladies that have tried to set you up with their grandchildren.

"Pray tell, who's waiting for you?" he muses, arching his eyebrow and taking a step backwards to let you breathe. "I do recall you told the deacon that you recently moved here all those weeks ago. Surely, you haven't found anyone else to warm your bed so shortly upon settling in?"

The way you shift your weight from one foot to another is enough confirmation for him. You're lying. Another hum of approval as he flashes you a pearly-white smile. Could it be that easy to bring you to his side? Taehyung clears his throat, making you jump, and he wets his lips, ensuring that you spy the movement intently as he drags his thumb over the plush muscles. The way you gasp makes his heart pound, the sound loud in his ears in the silence of the night – like a distant call to beckon him home.

"Run along, now," Taehyung sighs, placing his hands in his pockets to stop them from reaching for you. "I simply wanted to introduce myself tonight. I can't wait to see you again tomorrow, Ms. ____."

You don't say anything else to him as you dart around his figure, making sure not to touch him in the slightest before hastily unlocking your car. Yet, just before you drive away, Taehyung can feel the weight of your stare and the two of you lock eyes in your rearview mirror, which only speaks volumes to your interest. Laughter spills into the night when he’s left alone, his body alight with a flame of desire that makes him shiver. The night will be painful as he waits for your return, but he doesn’t want to seem too eager, so Taehyung walks back inside the church, unlocking the door with a flick of his wrist, and flies up to return and lay between the hands of Mother Mary’s embrace.

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Taehyung's stretched out on the pews on the second floor when he hears the door open. He doesn't need to sleep and thus, the entire night was spent thinking of ways to bend you to his will. When his eyes land on your figure, navy floral dress with a beige cardigan this time around, he smiles, watching quietly as you step gingerly into the cathedral with shifty eyes, jumping at every small noise that the old church makes. He saunters down the wooden stairs loudly with a hum, acutely aware of the gasp and the widening of your eyes when you see him approach.

"Why so scared, kitten?" Taehyung smirks, still standing a few feet away from your figure. "It's just me."

You're about to retort, but the sound of the large door opening steals your attention and soon, the old ladies start to filter in, greeting your name loudly as their arms stretch out to give you the biggest hugs. The phenomenon is interesting – the ladies part into two separate streams like a river flowing past a large rock around Taehyung, despite not knowing that he's standing right there. You tilt your head to the side, a silent question, which Taehyung answers with a shrug. If he had to take a guess, it probably has something to do with the damned sixth sense, but there isn’t a reason for you to know that. The conductor calls your name to beckon you to the stage and your curiosity wanes, turning your back to Taehyung as you clutch the music sheet to your chest.

He makes himself scarce for the first hour of practice, entranced by the sound of your angelic voice that echoes through the grand nave, the light filtering from the stained-glass windows casting rainbows by your feet. Every so often, Taehyung finds your eyes wandering from the sheet music, head craning from side to side as you look for something – or someone. He takes his chances, appearing just next to the conductor to mimic the movements of his wand. It grants him a saccharine smile on your lips, voice trembling slightly as you reign in your giggles, and though Taehyung has met the most elegant and beautiful creatures in his lifetime, there's something about your smile that makes him want to repent and beg for forgiveness. He falters in his movements, hands still raised in the air before he pulls them back down, lips pressed into a thin line at the epiphany.

Strange.

He doesn't do anything else for the remainder of practice, opting to sit quietly in the pew by the director, his foot tapping rhythmically to the music as he stares at your face. However, by the time practice is over, Taehyung can't find a way to get you alone. Despite multiple attempts at cornering you into a secluded area of the church, the big ‘Someone Upstairs’ seems to have an eye out for you because you're always called away as he steps closer to your vicinity; either by the deacon, who came to check up on practice, or the ladies, or the conductor. Taehyung grits his teeth in frustration, hands balling into fists as you're ushered out of the church in a hurry. The door shuts tight in front of him, but he manages to catch a glimpse of you looking back curiously, wide eyes finding his instantly and it tempers his rage slightly.

Taehyung sighs irritably as he casts his eyes up to the painted ceiling of the beautiful cathedral. He promptly smiles, shaking his head slowly as a flame of challenge flicker in his eyes. Don't think you've won yet, bastard, he curses at the artist's rendition of the Almighty, surrounded by His cherub angels.

Looks like he'll have to follow you home today.

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The click of the door unlocking signifies your arrival, yet he keeps his back turned to the front door as he watches the scenery outside. Taehyung stills when he hears you gasp, a quiet snort of laughter escaping from his chest when you drop your keys in surprise. When he eventually faces you, he can't help the mischievous smirk that plants itself on his lips. Oh, you look radiant, doe-like eyes wide with surprise and lips parted open slightly as you gape at him standing in the middle of your living room.

When the surprise subsides, there's a deep scowl upon your mouth as it thins into a straight line. Gone is the fearful girl from the previous night, replaced with a naive yet brave woman that doesn't know yet what she's getting herself into. Giddiness hums in his veins as he steps closer, footsteps thumping lazily on your carpet until Taehyung towers over you, tilting his chin downwards to meet your eyes.

"Kitten," he greets, using a fraction of his power to make his voice sound extra sweet. Taehyung's heart jumps when he sees you blink furiously, the scowl leaving your lips, replaced promptly with a soft 'oh’ at the mention of the pet name. "Surprised to see me?"

He admires the way you try to restrain yourself, breathing in deep so your voice doesn't waver. "What are you doing in my living room?"

"I go wherever I please… And tonight, I can’t help but find myself here, especially since I can’t seem to talk to you in church. Plus, I aim to please you tonight." Taehyung isn't surprised in the slightest to know that the cheesy line didn't work, your eyes turning immediately into slits as you regard him.

You part your lips to say something, but he immediately cuts you off by leaning closer, nose barely grazing against each other. "Don’t worry, I won't touch you or anything. When you do ask for my help, it'll be from your own volition. Until then, I'll just be watching your pretty self from over here." He draws himself away as he utters the last sentence, turning his back and padding quietly to the comfort of your sofa.

For the remainder of the night, you were resolute in ignoring him and he doesn't say much either since he finds your resistance amusing. Time isn't of the essence for a creature like him; why would it when he has all of eternity to break you? You'll succumb eventually to your desire and Taehyung can't wait to hear the noises you'll make in the bedroom. He can practically hear you moaning his name as you lay willingly on your stomach, begging for more as you succumb to pleasure.

That night, when the lights flicker off in your house, Taehyung remains planted on the living room couch, humming tunelessly as he casts his spell. He made a vow to himself that he wouldn't delve into your thoughts, despite how easy it would be to crumble your resolve, but that doesn't mean that he won't toy with them. So, with his eyes turning from the colour of earth to glowing red and a few muttered phrases, all in a language that sounds like whispers in a gloomy forest, he sends you the sweetest dreams he can conjure up. Of sunshine and grass underneath you, of whispers of your name falling from his lips as he rolls his hips gently against your body. In the dream, he doesn't let you orgasm, no, that's left for the real thing. When he picks up the sounds of gasping from your room, he stops the dream abruptly, grinning when you shuffle awake, a groan dying on your lips at the lack of friction between your legs.

Ever since that night, he continues the decadent torture, nothing too obscene of course, especially since you're so innocent, so pure.

So, he makes you dream of lovers – limbs tangled with each other as they moan and gasp, caressing touches that burn your skin with want as they make love underneath the stars or on the flowering meadow, no one else existing in the world besides the two.

He makes you dream of pleasure – lying on your back as he rests between your legs, fingers stretching you open in anticipation of filling you up, hearing him moan at your taste.

Finally, he makes you dream of love -- of being cared for and attended to, your every desire fulfilled; of quiet whispers of praise as you almost find your release, your body begging you to just let go. Taehyung admits that the last one is the cruelest one of all. He relishes at your flushed cheeks and the scent of your arousal clinging to your underwear every time you come down from your bedroom - though you have yet to acknowledge him in any way besides a curt 'good morning' and an even colder 'good night.'

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Never needing sleep is a curse Taehyung wouldn't wish upon anyone. He sits awake, time passing too slowly for his liking. He's grabbed a decorative book that you've placed on your coffee table and is now reading under the dim light of the moon, perched on the sofa that probably houses the indents of his butt after sitting for so long. Just as he finishes the first chapter, he hears a groan of frustration and the shuffling of blankets haphazardly thrown off the bed. After several rhythmic thumps of feet running loudly down the stairs, your figure emerges on the banister, wild hair flowing around you as you seethe in anger.

"It's you, isn't it?" you demand, standing on the opposite end of the couch with your arms crossed in front of your chest.

Taehyung hears the anger in your voice and he closes his book with a snap, a cheshire-cat like grin appearing on his face as he tilts his chin in mock confusion. He snickers when your eyes turn into slits the instant your eyes meet his, your resolve evident in the stare.

"The dreams," you repeat again, hands scratching at your forearm. "You're the reason I keep having them, right?"

"And if that's the case" – Taehyung yawns, throwing the book aside on the cushions and standing for the first time since his sedentary position on the couch before crawling towards you like a cat – "what are you going to do about it, hm?" His hands are itching to touch you, to feel the goosebumps on your skin, but he clasps it behind him instead. Because, he has to wait for you to make the first move, because it’s the law and because it’s so fucking fun.

Your mouth opens and closes a few times, the words dying in your throat. He waits for you to say something, but after yet another heartbeat of silence without any sound, he takes it upon himself to ask instead, "Do you want me to stop, kitten?" He allows concern to drip into his voice, dropping it half an octave lower as he scans your face.

You remain impassive, though your breathing quickens after a sharp intake of breath. "No," you reply meekly, pouting as though you've been reprimanded. You don't say anything more, fleeing the scene with a final scathing glance at Taehyung as you race towards your bedroom, leaving the demon amused as he returns to his space on the couch.

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He turns your dreams into something darker after your confession. Gone are the lovers sprawled under the stars, gone is the gentle touch of love, replaced instead with animalistic grunts invading your thoughts as you sleep. That night, you dream of whips and chains and belts, of hard and rough thrusts that shake the headboard, of insatiable desire as you’re brought closer to the edge repeatedly without being able to fall. These are the dreams that leave you panting awake and soiling the sheets with your arousal. Taehyung ignores the pointed looks you throw his way when you come down the stairs that morning, pretending that he's too focused on the book about shapes and wallpapers.

But as you drift past him towards the kitchen, his body jolts himself awake, a current of electricity running down his spine as he smells the lingering scent clinging to your clothes. A scent that’s much thicker than usual. Taehyung’s breathing hard when he dashes into the kitchen, feet slapping loudly against the linoleum. He stares at the look of helplessness in your face: at the bags under your eyes from one too many sleepless nights and your disheveled hair thrown haphazardly into a ponytail. Without hesitation and before you can react, Taehyung grabs your wrist and brings it close to his face, inhaling deeply at the scent of arousal that clings under your fingernails, despite your attempts to mask it with soap. You snatch your hand away quickly, backing up until your spine is flushed with the wall to leave as much space between your bodies as possible.

Taehyung clicks his tongue, amused at your reaction. "Well, well, well, did someone have fun this morning?" he smirks, though he's aware of the answer already; could hear from the couch the faint gasps that escape your lips as you bring yourself close to the edge of pleasure that morning, nightgown hiked up past your waist and sheets wrinkled from thrashing about. He'd been able to ignore the needy moans that causes a tent to form in his pants all morning, but he can't ignore it when the evidence is right in front of him.

Oh, that look is what he craves for: your eyes widen and the colour seems to drain from your face as though you've been caught doing something illegal. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, you know, many people touch themselves." Taehyung drops your hand to your side, leaning against your countertop instead. "Did it feel good, kitten? What were you thinking of when you're on the edge of pleasure, hm?"

Taehyung takes a step towards you, yet you don't move.

"Did you" – step – "think of" – step – "me?"

His voice drops to a whisper at the last syllable and Taehyung is so close to you that he can hear your thunderous heartbeat. His breath fans across your face and the urge to kiss you grows stronger. He wants to know the sounds that come out of that pretty mouth of yours; wants to swallow every moan and gasp as he makes you feel good.

But he resists.

Reminding himself of the long game he's playing.

"Yes," you reply quietly, voice hardly audible over the singing kettle. The sound makes you jump and you quickly move towards the stove to turn the hob off, cinching your robe tightly around your frame.

Taehyung hears your answer, but refuses to comply so soon, a sadistic desire rising to the surface to bathe you further with humiliation. He strides up to stand behind you, pressing his chest on your back as he drops his head by your shoulder, tilting his face so you can see him from your periphery. "Hm? What did you say?"

You don’t answer immediately, huffing and stamping your feet as you glare at him. Taehyung cocks an eyebrow upwards at your behaviour and after an intense moment of staring, your shoulders sag in defeat.

"Yes," you say louder, screwing your eyes shut as you take a shuddering breath as you turn around so your chests touch. "I was thinking of you when I… umm-"

"Orgasmed?" Taehyung finishes for you when you flounder, leaning away as he smirks triumphantly at your embarrassed expression. "Ah, look at you, getting all shy. Where'd your courage go, kitten? Hm? Cat got your tongue?"

He doesn't miss the way your eyes flicker to his lips; at the shallow breathing and slight part of your mouth. "I can make you feel even better, you know," Taehyung whispers, voice dripping with sin. "If you just. say. 'yes'." Every word is punctuated by the disappearing distance between your faces, leaving only a millimetre of space between your lips.

Taehyung chuckles quietly when you moan, but as he starts to pull away, you're already reaching for him, hands circling around his neck as you crash your mouths together clumsily. Despite the smirk on his lips, and his brain screaming at him to continue, you haven't actually given him permission so he reluctantly pushes you back with your shoulders, leaving you gasping for air with pupils so dilated, it turns your irises black.

"Kitten," he growls, though he smiles to soothe the sting in his warning. "I can't do anything unless you say 'yes'. That includes kissing your pretty mouth." Taehyung reaches to drag his thumb over your bottom lip and he's not sure if it's instinct, but you part your lips to suck on the digit lightly, wide doe-like eyes burning with desire as you stare up at him.

"That's not a 'yes', so I'm going to leave."

Grinning at your whines of protests, he leaves your mouth with a soft pop. "You know where to find me when you're ready," he waves without turning around, settling himself back on your couch without looking back.

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"And may your sins be forgiven by the hands of the merciful God. Please feel free to stay here for as long as you need," the priest mutters, shuffling out of the confessional booth after sending a prayer your way. But you can't digest the words, not when you're sitting on the lap with your back pressed against the chest of a literal demon.

Over the past month, Taehyung has teased you endlessly. It started out with dreams that leave you wanting more, barely catching any sleep, and evolved into a searing, but swift, kiss in the middle of your kitchen. You still haven't forgotten the way his lips set your body aflame, at the dizzying desire that accompany it. When he walked away from you that day, your resolve started to crumble bit by bit and you were tempted to pull him back by the collar of his shirt to say 'yes', if it weren’t for the nagging voice in your head telling you ‘no’. You haven't uttered the word yet, too afraid of what will happen when you do. If you do, you correct yourself.

In spite of the push and pull of limbo where you constantly debate on what to do, Taehyung has now become a source of comfort and you find yourself looking forward to seeing him at home after a long stressful day at work. The conversations were pleasant, humourous even. Though you don’t dare admit it out loud, the main reason you look forward to seeing him now is because of the dreams. They started out as a plague; a thorn at your side that you try to resist, but when you finally succumbed to its incessant call that day, you feel sated, albeit only a little bit because your hand movements are pathetic and you could barely get yourself off.

The demon behind you is humming the hymn you've been practicing for the choir performance this Sunday and his deep voice sends shivers down your spine whenever he harmonises with you. Moving past the temptation and the teasing, Taehyung's a fairly decent conversation partner and he has many stories to tell about the past, leaving you entranced as you sit cross-legged on the opposite end of the couch, pillows in place of a barrier as he launches into a story about kings and queens whose names have long since disappeared from history books.

You don't realise it, but you're slowly mending the distance between the two of you and now you find yourself sitting comfortably on his lap just as you finish confessing your sins to the priest. True to his word, Taehyung has not tried to touch you, but he does respond to your whims. You’re not sure if it’s intentional, but a whisper of his name is all it takes for him to materialize in front of you. The confession booth had been an accident, his name slipping past your lips as you're praying and he's been stuck in this small box with you in it, groaning when his tall figure hits his head on the wooden ceiling. The growing hardness poking at your butt doesn't help with your concentration and you spend the entire confession grinding slowly to provide friction to your cunt, hoping Taehyung won't notice (he does).

"Do you want me to touch you?" His voice is so deep and loud inside of the box, startling you momentarily when you regain your surroundings.

Before you say anything, you peel open the purple floor-length curtain to take a glimpse outside, a mixture of desire and nervousness flowing in your bloodstream when you find the cathedral empty.

This is your decision now. Taehyung will back off if you say 'no', but there's a growing need coiling in the pit of your stomach and if you could just scratch that itch, it will surely go away… right?

So, with a scrap of courage left, and your heart beating rapidly in your chest, you open your mouth. "Yes, Taehyung. Please touch me."

Taehyung growls behind you, words sounding like ‘fucking finally’ uttered from his mouth as he flips your skirt over to reveal what’s been hidden for so long. He peels your underwear from your sopping cunt and revels at the scent that hits his nostrils. "Look at you, kitten, already so wet for me. Are you finally going to let me fuck you? Should we commit such atrocious sins in this booth?"

You whine as you bend your body forward, shivering when you feel the cold air kissing your dampness. "No, please. Just… touch me," you manage to say coherently, squeezing your eyes shut when you feel his fingers trail the skin of your ass.

"Lift yourself up just slightly. That's good, now bend lower," Taehyung instructs. He shuffles behind you, spreading your legs by opening his.

You gasp when he finally touches you, two fingers finding your clit easily and rubbing circles around the swollen nub. You were apt in your description; your clumsy fingers can't compare to his experienced ones and within seconds, your body sings of pleasure, finally feeling like you can cum hard, drowning in ecstasy as he continues to draw moans of his name from your lips. The grip on his knees tighten, fingernails digging into the fabric as you experimentally grind your hips along with his movement.

Taehyung groans in approval, the sounds of your wet cunt bouncing inside the wooden box spurring your movements, quiet moans of his name cascading like water as your body shivers with every touch. With his spare hand, he pushes a finger inside you and you moan at the strange intrusion. He keeps it there, curling it slightly as he lets you adjust before removing it completely and inserting an extra digit, thrusting in slowly until your thighs begin to shake. His hand on your clit picks up its pace and you groan as he continues to push deeper, your pussy greedily taking it all in.

The curtain shuffles open and your body locks into place as you spy the priest returning to settle in his chair behind the lattice screen. "My child, do you still seek guidance?"

"N-No, father," you gasp just as Taehyung curls his fingers and brushes against a spot that shoots electric currents down your spine. You look up and see stars, choking out a sob instead of the moan that's about to fall from your lips. The priest, thankfully, thinks that you're crying and offers support through prayer. A prayer that will have no effect seeing as how you're currently sinning, pussy stuffed and spasming around the digits belonging to a demon.

As he drones on about God's love, Taehyung continues, thrusting in tandem with every swipe at your clit and you bite your lip so hard to keep the groans in place. His pace is slow, both hands covered with your slick as he continues to bring you closer to the edge. You feel the tightening coil of desire in your stomach; the burning prick of tears in your eyes as you're teetering on the edge of pleasure, ready to fall off at any moment. So, you sob quietly to yourself as Taehyung draws out your orgasm, fingers working expertly inside of you, until the priest finishes his prayer, exiting once more from the confessional booth, reminding you to take your time.

When the purple curtain falls into place, Taehyung removes his hands gently away from your cunt and places your panties back in place. A small whimper leaves your lips, frustration clawing up your tummy as you grit your teeth, wondering why he stopped when you were so close; when you were right there.

You chance a look behind your shoulder, breathing unevenly and eyes glassy with unshed tears. "Wh-Why did you stop?" you stutter, pushing your hips back to grind on his hard length. It provided you with much needed friction, but Taehyung lifts you up with a grunt, turning you around so that you're straddling him instead.

"Kitten," he whispers, voice full of mock concern. "Were you going to cum?" Taehyung asks, brushing the hair that's currently stuck on your sweaty face. The faint smell of your arousal from his fingers causes your heart to lurch, picking up its pace as embarrassment hits you in droves.

You're so close to cumming, not only in public, but in front of your priest. There's an ache in your chest and a strange voice nagging you to get away from the being in front of you, but you're so intoxicated with desire that your limbs are now lead, unable to move as you're rooted in place. You whimper pathetically as you nod.

"I was so close, Taehyung," you admit shamefully, head bowing as your cheeks heat up. "Why did you stop?" Your fists clenched tightly on the black button down he's wearing.

"You know why, ___." It's the first time he's called you by your name since the parking lot and it makes you snap your gaze towards his slate eyes. Taehyung grips your chin, thumbing your bottom lip like he often does as he waits for you to make the next move. “Give me all of you, and then I’ll let you cum.”

Guilt and shame washes over your body, yet it's overpowered by a great desire; to throw caution to the wind and submit yourself wholly to Taehyung – to finally let him take care of you in the ways that only he knows how.

Gingerly, you move forward to close the gap between your bodies, lips slotting perfectly together. Looping your arms around his neck, you tug at his dark hair, pulling him ever so closer in the limited space. You grind your hips on his hardened length, searching again for friction to alleviate the desperation from not being able to cum earlier. Taehyung groans into the kiss, which only spurs you on, nibbling and tugging on his bottom lip. When he lets you enter his mouth, you sigh sweetly as you finally get a taste of the apple you couldn't reach before in your kitchen, spit dribbling the side of your face as your tongues lash at one another.

Taehyung growls your name, removing himself from your lips as his hands cup your face firmly. "No more. Not until you say 'yes'."

Your hesitation is evident as you retract yourself slowly from his embrace, face turning away so he doesn't see the stray tears that fall onto your cheeks. Quickly wiping the streaks away, you fix him with a determined look and though the little voice in your head is screaming at you to stop; to reconsider what you're about to tell him, you’re only human.

And you cannot deny the pull any longer.

As you're about to admit defeat, the word teasing on the tip of your tongue, a panicked voice calls your name from outside of the confession booth. Snapping your head to the thick purple curtain, you slowly extract yourself away from Taehyung, responding to the sound of the deacon searching for you with a wavering voice.

And just like how he didn't look back when he left you standing in the middle of your kitchen all those weeks ago, you leave him in the confessional booth the same way, nary a word or sound as you slip away.

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Taehyung watches the purple curtains fall silently, closing him in the confined space as you leave him alone. Jaw setting in irritation, he curses, punching the lattice barrier before his head falls back on the wooden frame. From the steely determination and the sharp intake of breath before your attention is rudely stolen away by the hands of the Almighty, he knows you're close to agreeing. If he had just a few more moments with you, even if it meant being cramped tightly in the wooden box, he truly believes that you'd yield, finally admitting the need for release.

Well, no matter, he thinks to himself, calming the quiet fury that's rolling in his veins. She'll come to me soon enough.

Exiting the confession booth, Taehyung stretches, groaning loudly when his joints crack after having been cooped up in an uncomfortable position. His butt is sore from the press of the wooden chair, but he'll take that pain any day if it means accomplishing his mission. He brings his hands in front of his face and it lifts his mood instantly when he remembers the shudders wracking your body as you try to keep the facade of sadness in front of the priest. Slowly, he dips the digits in his mouth, lapping hungrily at your taste. His pants are uncomfortably tight and he tips his head upwards, making a mess on his fingers as saliva streaks down the length of his throat.

When your taste disappears from his fingers, he moans, teetering on the edge of destruction because he's so close to his goal and he's ready to throw everything away and break your mind the way he usually does with his other victims. NO! He chastises himself yet again. He's been doing that more often lately. Patience, Taehyung, the victory will come soon enough.

The mantra works for now and he calms his breathing, the burn of anger no longer coiling in his belly.

"Oh, I can't wait to ruin you," Taehyung whispers into the empty church, footsteps fading away as he whistles the hymn you’ve been practicing to himself.

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You're drained when you walk into the house, past the living room where you see Taehyung in your periphery standing up upon witnessing your arrival. You don't have time to think about him, mind already muddled with the events from today that seeing his beautiful features leaves you flushed and embarrassed as you march to your room in haste. Slamming the door behind you, a frustrated noise leaves your lips as you sink to the floor, placing your head in your hands as your brain wages a war with your heart.

He's a demon, your brain seethes. Sure, a very hot one, but this is what demons do! They corrupt and then they leave you.

There's a beat of silence before a small voice in your heart pipes up: What if he doesn't? He's been nice; pleasant to talk to. Who knows? Maybe you can change him and bring him to the good side.

You laugh at your own foolishness. Bringing a demon into the light? Help him seek out forgiveness? You must be out of your mind, but the possibility is there… Perhaps God will give you some grace if you successfully help a lost soul and surely surrendering to your pleasure is a good way to help him. Truth be told, you aren't sure how long you can withstand the constant torture that he puts in your head: restless nights spent in dreams as you drench your sheets with your arousal, struggling to avoid touching yourself with thoughts of Taehyung running rampant in your mind. Even when you do fall into that temptation, your fingers don't do it justice and now? After what you've experienced in the fleeting moments with your legs wide open with his fingers between them in the confessional booth? You can no longer satiate your hunger.

The burning of your cheeks spread like fire through your body as you tip your head back on the door, recalling the way Taehyung touches you like he knows exactly what your body needs. You can still hear the sloppy sounds of your cunt reverberating in the wooden box as his fingers work their magic, turning your body pliant and willing just before the deacon called you outside. If it weren't for him… what would you and Taehyung have done? You asked him to touch you, but had denied him of other requests. Would he have let you cum?

A knock on your door breaks you from your thoughts and you scramble backwards in surprise before you stand to rip the door from its hinges. Taehyung appears with a small smile on his lips and you wonder if he has the power to read your mind, at the anguish you’re facing; surely it isn't difficult for a being that's able to walk on the grounds of church without wincing. You stare for a long time, mouth dry and unable to form any words as he brushes past you to take a step into the room.

"You seem to have a lot on your mind," he purrs, hands in his pockets as he spins around to observe your room in the dark. "Won't you share your thoughts with me?"

For the briefest of moments, when his eyes return to yours, they're glowing red: the shade of passion; of danger; and of a strong magnetic force pulling you in. Your breath hitches as Taehyung continues to meander about, inspecting knick knacks momentarily before returning them to their exact spot, with the intent of moving slowly until he stands several feet away from you. It leaves you with ample room in case you need to dart away, but you freeze, like a wounded animal caught in the jaws of a trap. He doesn't come closer, though he tilts his chin and raises an eyebrow and it breaks you from your stupor when it dawns on you that you haven't answered his question.

"I…" Should you lie? A demon as powerful as he would know the difference, so why were you even considering it? Gulping, you chose to reveal the truth. "I was thinking of your fingers and how good it felt." Your voice trails quieter with every word in your confession, your gaze departing from his face to look at the opposing wall instead.

Taehyung says nothing except for a sharp inhale, nodding in understanding. Though he still maintains his distance, a quick glance in his direction confirms your suspicions: he's delighted, the shit-eating grin on his face says it all.

"Is that so?" he muses. "So, what are you going to do now that you've got a taste, hm? Are you going to keep living in your perfect little world or will you take my hand and I'll show you what real pleasure is all about?" Taehyung stretches his arm out, fingers splaying on his open palm to beckon you closer.

Hesitation makes your heart pound louder and you find yourself struggling to breathe while your mind continues to wage its war against your growing need. You stare at his hand and its promises of fulfilling your every desire. In the quiet of your room, with no possibility of interruptions, you gulp and take a step forward, finally placing your trembling hand into his awaiting palm.

Your breath leaves you when Taehyung crushes your body in an embrace, whispers of thanks and mindless praise filtering in your ears. Your mind tries to parse through the words, but his voice sounds so far away as you close your eyes and breathe deeply, arms wrapping around his midsection while you quiet the loud voice screaming 'NO!' in your head. Everything is moving too slow – like you're stuck in a dream you can't wake up from – but time thankfully resumes when Taehyung tips your face to trail your bottom lip with his thumb.

"What do you want, kitten?" he murmurs, breathing hot on your face. "Tell me clearly so I know."

"I want you."

It's you that pulls him into a rough kiss as you moan wantonly against his lips and push your tongue into his mouth. It's you that tangles your fingers in his dark hair, tugging the strands which makes him gasp. It's you that pulls him to your bed, hastily unbuttoning his shirt with trembling hands. And it's you that he calls when you drag your palm across his length.

Gone is the girl that trembled before him in fear; replaced with the flaming urge of having Taehyung all to yourself. You kiss him hungrily, despite your innocence. The drag of his tongue on yours makes stars appear when you close your eyes and it's all messy; a mix of saliva and moans because you just want him closer to your body. There's no more space between you as you continue to kiss and you're so lightheaded that you need to break apart, though you still pepper his pouty, red lips in pecks as you continue to chase them. Taehyung snickers at your eagerness, tugging at the hem of your shirt and cocking his head to the side.

"May I?"

You can only nod, not trusting your voice to make any coherent words as you shrug your cardigan away from your body and let Taehyung discard your blouse. He marvels at your semi-naked state for a moment before slowly kissing the length of your neck, whispering how beautiful you look bathed in moonlight. You arch your back and moan with every caress of his fingertips on your naked skin as his touches continue to make its way south. Taehyung rucks up your skirt to reveal your panties and he wets his lips as he discards the thin cloth behind him.

"Perfect," he mumbles, fixing his gaze on the trail of juices that leak from your pussy.

Your thighs begin to close in embarrassment but Taehyung's quick to notice, hands pushing them apart once more. He brings your body to the edge of the bed where he kneels between your legs, kissing the skin until his mouth latches on your dripping cunt. The first lick has you tipping your head back and moaning loudly into the room, fingers tangling in his hair instantly as your body trembles at the unfamiliar sensation. Taehyung's tongue is aided by his fingers prodding your entrance, gathering up slick before two of them push inside you. The denial from earlier has you careening over the edge quicker and with every curl of his fingers upwards in a ‘come hither’ motion, the less coherent thoughts you have, until you’re babbling half syllables, barely able to form words.

"Taehy- mmh – please! Ah - right there!"

He listens closely to the way your body sings, changing his rhythm to prolong the pleasure until your cunt seizes his fingers in a tight grip, his name turning into one syllable chants. "Are you going to cum, kitten?" he asks while marking your thighs with arrays of colour that bloom like flowers on your skin.

"Yes!"

Taehyung returns to suck on your clit, tongue lapping hungrily until you're shaking, vision darkening, and body thrashing on the sheets. You don't recall what words you scream when your orgasm finally pulls you under – a mixture of his name and a garbled noise. Your breathing stutters, chest rising and falling to let in more air as Taehyung slows his pace, though you don’t relax the grip in his hair. You've fallen back on the bed though you're unsure of when it happened, and when you look down, there's a look of triumph on his features as the bottom part of his face is covered with your slick. His eyes shine darkly, the moonlight enhancing his mysterious features and your cunt clenches when he gathers up your slick in his fingers and licks them clean. You whimper pathetically, clawing gently at his forearms to direct him closer.

He chuckles as he lies next to you, propping up his head with one of his arms while the other trails circles on your hip. "Satisfied?" he quizzes, the signature quirk of his eyebrow returning. It isn't fair how calm he was after sending you to the most mind blowing orgasm you've ever experienced and you jut your bottom lip in a pout. You spy the bulge in his pants and your hand skirts across it, eliciting a low growl from Taehyung.

"No," you answer quietly to his question. "Not satisfied at all."

"Do you want more?"

You nod, refusing to look away from his dark eyes. "I want more of you."

"You should be careful what you wish for." Taehyung flashes you a wicked grin followed by a wink. The hand on your hip tightens its grip as he drags you closer to his body. You expect him to move on top of you and continue, but he places a tender kiss on your lips instead. "Not tonight though."

"Why?" You sit up abruptly, eyebrows furrowing in the centre of your forehead. "Why not tonight?"

Taehyung threads his finger on a strand of your hair, humming tunelessly in his baritone voice. "You're tired and it'll be too much on your body. Come rest and we'll resume tomorrow."

His words barely register in your brain when your eyelids are suddenly heavy with sleep, and you're sure it's his doing. Breathless and half naked, you let Taehyung help you into your pyjama top and under the covers. He strokes your hair as you fall deeper into sleep, whispering sweet nothings about how good you were and that he can’t believe you’re his.

That night, you dream sweetly of lovers tangled in an embrace, sprawled across the meadows as they etch their names on each other's skin.

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"Taehyung, not here," you keen, chest pressed up against the bookshelf of the church library. Your nails are scratching the wood, sending a few books toppling softly on the floor. Despite the hesitation in your words, you tilt your hips backwards to give him more access as he spreads your folds to reveal your wet cunt.

"What was that, kitten?" he groans from underneath you, tongue laving at your folds. "Oh, of course. My apologies, let me make sure your clit gets enough attention, hm?" Taehyung swirls his fingertips on your sensitive nub and you have to clamp your lips shut to withhold the loud moans that's threatening to spill, not wanting to alert any random passerby to your illicit affairs. You crane your neck to see the wisps of his dark hair between your legs and the image only makes you shudder as you grind harder on his face.

Ever since you agreed that night in your bedroom, Taehyung hasn't left your side, freely touching you whenever he pleases, unbeknownst to the people around you. Being invisible has its perks, especially when his hand sneaks its way to cup your ass over your dress as you talk to the older ladies or when his fingers trail soft touches on your skin while you sing on stage. His presence has marred your focus, enough that a few acquaintances have asked if you were feeling okay, yet true to his word, he always leaves you feeling satisfied and thoroughly pleasured, whether it's later at home in the comfort of your bed or up against various walls like what's currently happening now.

"Taehyung… I'm gonna - ah - I'm close," you gasp, knuckles white as you hold on to the bookshelf for dear life.

He moans along with you, sending shivers as the vibrations course through your spine. After a few more thrusts, the tell-tale sign of dizziness makes your vision spotty and your body spasms, arousal spraying to the front of his shirt and down your leg as you cum. Whining, you move away from his long fingers while he slows down, already feeling the effects of oversensitivity on your throbbing cunt.

Fixing your dress by smoothing out the wrinkles as best as you could, you eye the demon carefully. Despite the orgasms he's given you, never once has he let you touch him. There were a range of excuses that fall from his lips; between "you're not ready" to "you must be tired, let me just take care of you". Today, that's all going to change. There's a swirl of anticipation in your stomach as you regard Taehyung from the corner of your eye. He's licking his lips clean and placing each finger into his mouth while his tongue darts between the spaces, closing his eyes and savouring your taste.

You step closer to his vicinity and with a pounding heart, you remove his hand from his mouth to crash your lips to his instead. You're not sure if you're a good kisser, but the feeling of his kisses burns so hot inside you that you don't have time to think about your insecurities. Taehyung groans at your spontaneity, pulling you close to him as his thumb runs along your cheek. Nipping at his bottom lip earns you a groan, the sound shooting straight to your core.

"What's wrong, kitten?"

"Want you. Now," you confess breathlessly, half lidded eyes gazing into his passionate ones.

"I don't know if you're ready to handle it."

You stomp your feet and tug at his sleeves, whimpering loudly as you pout. "Taehyung, please."

He doesn't answer you immediately, eyes flickering at the way you’re gnawing your bottom lip. His thumb caresses it gently, making it leave the confines of your teeth as he grins in amusement. "Are you sure you're ready?" There's a dangerous glint in his eyes as he whispers the words, his baritone voice raising goosebumps all over your body. You nod hurriedly, gasping when his other hand reaches under your skirt, pushing your panties to the side as he plays with your clit again.

"Use your words," he warns. "Are you sure you're ready to have this pretty cunt filled with my seed? Hm? Do you think your tight hole can even take me?"

You're playing with fire, but could something that produces such warmth be dangerous? Gulping down the saliva that fills your mouth, you whimper as his fingertips prods your entrance, the squelching noises mixed with your loud breathing filling the quiet of the library. You grip his forearms, steadying yourself as he pushes inside – two fingers at once – and explores your walls like he did countless times before.

"Taehyung - fuck - yes, I'm ready," you gasp. His fingers have found that spot, teasing it relentlessly until you feel your arousal dribbling down your legs again.

He delights when he hears you curse, it's so rare to make you utter such words. "Show me."

And so it begins; the long awaited game is over.

You run your hands along his hardened length, still trembling after your earlier orgasm as you clumsily unbuckle his pants. When the garment pools by his feet on the floor, you suck in a breath. It's huge, you think inwardly, gnawing the inside of your cheek as you watch the tip form a drop of precum. Your eyes search his face, trying to determine your next course of action.

"Touch me," he commands softly, enveloping your hand in his large, veiny ones to guide it to his shaft.

Slowly, you wrap your hand around his length, tugging it experimentally as you hear Taehyung hiss. His cock is warm and thick, your fingers unable to fully reach around it as you move your hand up and down, occasionally losing your grip and making it bounce lightly in the air. You're so transfixed at the sight, you had forgotten that his fingers are currently inside your pussy and when he touches your g-spot again, you whine, snatching your hand away to place it on his biceps for balance.

"Such a clumsy kitten," he mumbles lazily, fingers leaving your heat as he licks them clean. "Get on your knees. Let me show you how it's done."

You obey him quickly, shuffling in the confined space between the two bookshelves until you're mere inches away from his hard length. You watch him in earnest; grunts falling from his perfect lips as he glides his hand over his length, tugging at the tip slightly to release more precum before spreading it all the way to the base of his cock. He repeats the action slowly, bringing it so close to your lips that it has you salivating. And – oh, you're not sure if it's by accident, but Taehyung bucks his hip when squeezes the head of his cock, causing the tip to prod against your mouth and smearing his precum all over. You lick the slick from your face, relishing at the bitter saltiness as you inch closer.

His hand stills as he observes you from above and without breaking eye contact, your tongue darts out to lick his slit timidly. Taehyung moans, head falling backwards as it knocks gently on the shelf. Emboldened by his reaction, you lick a broader stripe from the tip to the base, your hand coming up to play with his balls before squeezing the base gently like he showed you. He doesn't ask you for anything more, but you choose to open your mouth and wrap your lips gently around the head, your tongue darting out to lick the skin under his cock. His loud moans only make you braver as you push himself deeper in your mouth, eyes never leaving his face as you watch for his reactions.

"Fuck, your mouth feels good around me. Where - mmh - did you learn how to do that? Looks like my kitten is dirtier than I give her credit for," he groans breathily.

Taehyung threads his fingers in your scalp to tug gently at the strands, and you moan in response, eyes fluttering shut as you continue to inch forward. The vibrations cause him to snap his hips and your throat burns, not used to taking something like his length and though the tears are starting to prick in your eyes, you push through your gag reflex, breathing in through your nose shallowly. There's pride in his eyes when you return your gaze to his face and he strokes your cheek gently.

"You're doing so good, mmh, do you still want more?"

You mumble a 'yes' with your full mouth as he begins to thrust shallowly into your parted lips. Jaw aching and saliva dripping on the carpeted flooring, you whimper with careless abandon, loving the way Taehyung seems to shudder with every noise you make. Your hand continues to stroke the base of his shaft your mouth can't quite reach while the other steadies your balance by gripping his thighs. Warmth blooms in your chest when Taehyung grunts louder, your name slipping past his lips as he pushes even deeper inside, using your head as leverage for his movements.

"You’re so fucking good at this. It’s like you’re made to worship my cock. Fuck, I can't wait to be inside you" – his hips stutter as you moan loudly; his words taking effect on you – "touch yourself for me. Use those pretty hands of yours."

Reminding yourself to breathe while he ravishes your mouth, you unhook your bra to pinch your nipples over your shirt, whimpering as it only fuels your arousal. You wished it was Taehyung rolling the sensitive buds between his forefinger and thumb, and so you close your eyes, letting your imagination run wild as you dream of him cumming all over your tits. You open your mouth wider, gagging louder as the wet sounds of his dick hitting your throat raise the temperature in the room by several degrees. He continues his pace before eventually stopping with his cock pushed all the way to the back of your throat.

"Swallow."

Eyes tearing open, you take in several deep breaths through your nose to prepare yourself before you obey his command… and instantly sputtering into a cough. Tears stream down your face while your throat burns in an attempt to keep his dick in your mouth, moaning low as he fixes his gaze at you. There's a glint of amusement in his eyes and he pushes your head away gently, his cock leaving your lips with a soft pop.

You cough a few more times and Taehyung picks you up, cradling your body in his embrace to keep you steady as he kisses your jaw up to your ear. "You did so good," he praises quietly, nipping at the lobe. "I'm going to train you to take all of my cock, but that's for another time."

You smile proudly, but before you could reply, you hear the distant chiming of church bells, signifying that mass is about to start. You turn towards Taehyung and he shrugs, tilting his chin.

"Are you going to leave?" Taehyung asks, eyes dropping as he pouts.

Your eyes travel between his face and the entrance to the library behind you, teeth worrying your bottom lip. There's that war again, but the drums are quieter, the shouting less incessant because you know: it's too late to turn back. You're not willing to part a moment sooner from Taehyung, demon or not. So, you shake your head resolutely and return to his embrace, clutching at the front of his shirt as you slot your lips perfectly in his.

“No. I’m staying right here.”

"Good answer," he murmurs when you part, a satisfied smile forming on his plush lips.

As the choir begins to sing, you're thrown harshly against the bookshelf, more books littering the ground as Taehyung lifts your skirt to grind his cock on your centre. He tears through your panties like they're made of paper, the scrap of fabric discarded on the floor as you wind your thigh around his waist. It's not the most elegant position, especially not for your first time, but you're needy and he's right here and there's no way in hell you're waiting any longer. Taehyung plunges his fingers in your cunt and you sob at the intrusion, feeling so full as he prepares you for what's to come. He alternates between scissoring motions and curling his fingers against your walls, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge as he increases his speed.

"Taehyung - please!" you pant, clawing at his clothed chest as you shiver. He doesn't grace you with an eloquent response; too busy rutting against your thigh and leaving streaks of precum on your skin.

Just as you're about to cum, he pulls his fingers away and your juice squirts on his shirt, a dark patch forming into the cloth. You thrash against the bookshelf with a pathetic moan, fighting the urge to insult him. Except for the first time in the confessional booth, Taehyung's always one to let you have your pleasure, so this entire experience is new and it's frustrating. You find the strength to glare despite your ragged breaths and Taehyung only laughs, grabbing your chin with his fingers.

"Sluts don't get to cum just yet," he explains, adjusting his grip on your waist. Taehyung presses the head of his cock on your entrance, dragging his length over your pussy to cover himself in your slick. "Last chance to run."

"Never."

Taehyung grins and pushes himself into your cunt. Keeping your eyes on his, your mouth falls open into a silent moan and you shift your hips, leaning back on the bookshelf as your hand steadies yourself on his shoulder as you adjust to the unfamiliar sensation of his cock filling you whole. There's no pain, just a strange sense of numbness that slowly morphs to pleasure as you hear Taehyung swear under his breath, eyes burning into your gaze.

He's big, that much you're already aware of, and you no longer control the moans when he drags his cock away from you, leaving only the tip before sheathing himself back inside slowly. Your legs start to shake at the effort of keeping yourself upright, body shuddering as it struggles to take him in. Taehyung shushes your cries with his lips, moaning into your open mouth while he hooks your leg with his arm, wrapping the other one around your waist to alleviate the cramp in your leg. He presses his forehead on yours when you’re out of breath, holding you close to help you relax. The two of you stay like that for a moment – your walls warming his cock and his arms around your body, fully supporting your weight against the bookshelf.

"Too much?" His hand moves away from your waist momentarily to tuck your hair behind your ear.

You whimper but shake your head furiously. The numbness has long since disappeared and you cherish the warmth of his cock inside; gratitude welling in your chest that he’s patient despite your inexperience. You grind your hips along his length, the wet noises only masked by your moans as you begin to rock harder, eyes looking up desperately.

“Feels – ngh – good.”

Taehyung groans at your actions, mimicking the cant of your hips with his own. "What did I tell you? You're made to worship my cock. Let me fuck you properly, yeah?"

Taehyung's cock slips out of you and he spins you around, pressing your chest back against the bookshelf before promptly pushing himself back inside you. He grunts in tandem with your whimpers as he starts to move, thrusting gently as his cock stretches your tight pussy. The pleasure only doubles when he presses circles on your clit and the sensation has you gushing again, moans of his name filling the empty room. In the distance, you hear the congregation recite the psalm of the week and you clench your pussy tighter around his length, causing Taehyung to groan as he drives his cock deeper into your walls.

"The LORD is my shepherd," the congregation drones on.

"Taehyung - ah, fuck - harder, please!" you chant alongside them.

"I shall not want…"

"I’m close – wanna cum… so bad." You arch your back, fucking yourself to his rhythm.

“Already?” he asks in delight, hands fisting in your hair, yanking the strands occasionally to make you moan louder. Taehyung grunts your name as he heeds your request, moving his hips in earnest as he drills his cock into your cunt.

The sound of skin slapping against skin rings in your ears, drowning out the rest of the words to the familiar psalm as your body spasms, legs shaking violently as you struggle to keep yourself upright. Taehyung's large hands leave their place to squeeze your tits, his fingers pinching at your sensitive nipples harshly as you sob. And despite the sinful moans he's pulling from your lips, for the first time, you feel alive, thoroughly enjoying yourself as pleasure brands its name on your skin.

When his hand leaves your chest to return to your clit, you've come undone, his name is the last thing you utter as the congregation yells "amen". Waves upon waves of electric currents travel down your spine, your legs threatening to buckle as he continues to fuck you, slow and deep to prolong your orgasm.

"Aww, kitten, did you cum? Did you make a mess of yourself for me? Such a good slut, just for me," Taehyung growls as he picks up speed, chasing his own high. "I'm gonna fill this pussy with my seed, hm? Oh, fuck - you're so tight for me, mmh, you like that, don't you?"

You mewl pathetically, on the verge of oversensitivity. "Taehyung--!"

With a final grunt and a stuttering of his hips, your eyes widen as he cums deep inside your pussy, his seed mixing with your arousal drips on the floor and down your legs. You rest your head on the bookshelf, taking deep breaths as Taehyung thrusts languidly inside before his softening dick slips out of you.

"Are you satisfied?" he purrs, kissing your shoulder as he winds his arms around your waist for balance.

You manage a whimper, spine still tingling from the effects of your orgasm. Shame makes a knot in your insides, heating your cheeks as you hide behind your hands. You've fallen to temptation; had given yourself to a creature that isn't even human. But even worse than that, you had committed sin in the house of God. And yet… it felt so good and you know despite all the complaints in your brain, you're ready to go again if Taehyung asks for more. Dragging your palm across your face, you turn around, pushing Taehyung away and flattening your back against the bookshelf while you cast him a suspicious glance. What was he going to do? Was he going to leave now that the fun is over?

Mischief dances in his eyes as he circles your wrists with one hand, pinning you between the shelf and his chest. He presses his lips quickly on the corners of your mouth before grabbing your chin firmly between his fingers. His dark eyes burn holes into your soul and when he speaks, voice hoarse and gravely from overuse, it's a promise for the future.

"Kitten, don't be afraid. I’m not done with you just yet."

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