Me, The Motherfucker With Over 50 Abandoned Works In Progress: I Have An Idea

me, the motherfucker with over 50 abandoned works in progress: i have an idea

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What Hides In The Shadows - Chapter 3: WISE IMMORTALITY

🩸 You'll know the powers given to you. 🩸

💕Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

✏️Genre/au: Vampires, Alternative universe (Future of humanity), Sci-fi, Horror, Romance, Action, Vampires vs. Hunters

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 3117

⚠️chapter warnings: Gore, blood erotism

<<<Chapter 2 | Main list | Chapter 4 >>>

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After a pregnant silence in which he ate and you just sat down absentmindedly, Jungkook came back, left a book in front of your empty glass and sat down to eat too. When you finally found your mind, you wondered.

"If I decide to stay—"

"I'm listening." said Taehyung once he'd swallowed, meeting your eyes for just a split second, still bothered. You understood you had offended him.

"Will you promise to answer my questions truthfully, no matter how harsh the answer is?" you questioned.

"I think I've been sincere enough till this moment for you to question that.” This time, the irritation transpired on his tone. “Now, if you are going to ask me again why I made you, we can get you a new mentor straight away. I said all I had to say on that matter." he added adamantly. ‘If you’re only my mentor you have a very questionable way to show it…’ you thought, surprising yourself. His eyes lingered on your face, studying you for a second before you spoke.

"Ok. Understood." you said, giving up temporarily. He seemed to relax a bit but it was difficult to tell from his stiff position on the chair. "I have another petition though." he simply nodded. "Can you promise not to use your influence on me?" There he left the chopsticks over the table and turned his upper body to face you, tangling his fingers together on top of the dark wooden surface.

"No. I can't promise that when I'm the only thing that can stop you from killing someone and putting all I care about at risk." he replied calmly. Although he seemed to be expecting an objection, you couldn't, fearing that possibility too. The killing part, at least. "Especially since you've not changed fully yet." your eyes widened. "But, I can promise you, I will only use it when it's strictly necessary—"

"You said I'm not done…?" you breathed out. If you wouldn't have known better, you would have hyperventilated but you kept it together, trying not to think about the pain.

"No, you're not. You're just poking your little baby fangs right now. Your system is still processing the change. Your brain has to adjust. This is not an overnight thing, you were born one way and the bane I placed on you is causing everything in you to change. That requires, at least, some time and, not going to lie, pain too. You'll keep trying to do everything as if you were a human but you're not, and your body won't respond equally. Your bones, nerves, tendons, any internal tissue really, is being upgraded." He made a pause for you to process what he was saying. "The change works fast on the surface, with its own symptoms, like you begin to act as the new thing you’re becoming but internally, as I said, takes time. How long?” He read the question written on your face. “It'll depend on how much energy your cells can take from what you consume. So you'll have to drink plenty of blood if you want it to be quick and get it over with." he explained. His words made you look at your hands and nails, then touch your retracted fangs, assimilating. The elastic skin in your gums that allowed the fangs to move in and out without allowing anything else to enter, feeling slightly different than the rest. Upper, the length of the fang could be felt through and you were astonished. "Try to not press them down with your fingers. It can cause tendinitis and it will hurt like hell. You heal fast, yes, but your fangs won't retract then, so it'll be very uncomfortable and difficult to hide what you are for a while." you had left your mouth alone with the first sentence but at that point you felt like not touching them again.

"Then I won't." you muttered. "I have another question…”

“What do you wish for?” he wondered.

“Maybe it’s weird, I don’t know.” you said but he only waited for you to speak. “About the blood… Does it all taste the same?" that made Jungkook stop eating and look at you. "I mean, I get the kind of oxide taste it's the same, because I've licked a wound before but your blood…" you involuntarily touched your lips with the tip of your fingers, your sight getting lost nowhere as you remembered. "The taste of your blood… It had this undertone— Not that I would know what mine was since I wasn’t—What I am now... But it changed its flavor while I was drinking—” your fingers slid down over to your throat. “It had this kind of— Like— Like when you lick a melting vanilla ice cream in summer. Only your blood was warm— but that slide on my tongue was there, like a creamy, mild, and sweet sensation. And I was wondering—"

Jungkook cleared his throat. "If you'll excuse me." he said with a tense tone. Then he stood, left his dishes on the washing machine and walked out the room as you followed him with your eyes. He never met yours.

“Did I say something?” When you tilted your head back to Taehyung for answers, his eyes were set on you. Dark lust stained the blue of them and there was a sort of energy flood between you. “Are you using—What did I do?” you wondered in confusion.

“No…” he said with a fanged smirk. “What you feel, it’s just us. Chemistry.” Suddenly, you felt a need to stand and go to him but it stopped immediately. “That was.”

“Wow…” you whispered and swallowed instinctively. “So, I said something.” you confirmed.

“You did.” His way of lengthening the moment made your skin crawl and your fangs show.

“Can you— break it to me?” you asked as your breath hitched involuntarily. He chuckled in response and wore them down, eyes slowly fading from the ice blue to their natural dark tone.

“Ok.... The way you spoke it was erotic...” Your eyes widened.

“So I basically turned you on.” you confirmed with a cocky smile.

“Me— and Jungkook.” your eyes bulged to his admission and your smile wore off immediately, so did your fangs. “You’ll learn to see those things easily now if you couldn't before. But to ‘break it to you’, you could walk naked in front of any male vampire and most of us would just ignore it. Not me, I wouldn’t be able to. Wouldn’t try either.” he admitted shamelessly and you couldn’t avoid the the warmth focusing in your cheeks. “But when it comes to blood, we really can’t ignore it. It’s our food, our energy source and for some reason we— Well, get off on it.” you blushed harder, the naive way in which you had said those words and the way they meant sin, making you feel sloppy all the sudden.

“No joking with blood then,” you finally concluded, your eyes diverting to his throat, invited by the conversation.

“No, no joking, ” he stated slowly and lowered an octave. He was smirking and began to bite his bottom lip seductively. You swallowed again, your lips parted for a shallow breath, and your heart rate accelerated as a response. “We don’t talk about it openly as we would do with most subjects, the feeding, I mean. It’s kind of personal and since it used to imply murder, it still stays as a very delicate matter. You know, we used to think that the more we spoke about it, the more unsensible to it we could become and then it could turn into a greedy act— It’s probably the taboo itself that's turned it into something so— Alluring. But I won’t shame you for speaking. Just keep those thoughts for me, hm? Knowing the effect…” The way his words were flowing through his tongue felt like a caress on your body. He smirked again.

“How are you doing that?” you wondered.

He blinked in bafflement and seemed almost innocent. Suddenly, he chuckled for himself as he looked away to clear his throat. “Sorry, I got lost in the moment,” he admitted. “I’ll teach you all those little tricks when we are done with the basics.”

“This is so interesting.” Carving with his eyes in yours, he nodded for you to proceed. “So, blood does or does not taste the same?”

“No, it doesn’t but this, I’m sure you can figure it out,” he explained but you only stared at him clueless. “Okay, let me put it this way. Wagyu beef is the best in the world, right? Why is that?” he rhetorically asked. “Because those cattles are well fed and taken care of, like royalty cows. So their meat is more marbled. If you extrapolate that to humans, not that I’m saying they are livestock, we can say that the most healthy ones, the ones that take good care of themselves, the happiest are the ones that taste better. Popular opinion, of course. The hormones in the blood are what determines the taste. That’s why our ability to charm and attract a person is given us. You can create a sort of illusion of happiness, get them high on you. Besides its main purpose which was for them not to scream and alert their group.” You were about to interrupt him. “Theory first, be patient," he concluded.

“I’m intrigued. Would then a scared person taste bad or not as good? What happens if a person is ill?” you wondered.

“It’s not that it tastes bad but it tastes bitter. I personally prefer the honeyed sweetness that comes with seduction or arousing a person. It's similar with us, we also have hormones travelling our bloodstream and it can change its taste. What you described as melting vanilla ice cream, was that one I have preference for...” he confessed and you nibbled at your lower lip, thinking about his blood again and understanding now what you tasted was his want for you. He gleamed. “But that’s like a preference. There’s vampires who like to scare their victims before getting a nibble. Never in a way that produces suffering or any pain or to humiliate the subject though. Just in a way they can get that taste in the blood. Hunting without using attraction, as it is, does it for them. As I told you, we are not cruel, maybe mischievous but not in a bad way. ” he spoke. “You're not eating, love, the food is getting cold–” he suddenly cut off the conversation and used his chopsticks on a beef-stuffed dumpling to feed you. It tasted heavenly. Your eyes closed as you slowly chewed. You could tell apart flavors and textures in a way you had never done before. “Since you are still changing and getting used to your senses, they might be temporarily inconsistent. Your body is smart, but you can still get overwhelmed and blocked so take it easy on yourself," he recommended. "I bet the taste is more overpowering than what you are used to.” You opened your eyes to see him holding his head on his knuckles with his elbow over the table, looking at you with amusement. "Now you’re given a whole range of possibilities that were numb to you as a human, probably fated to always stay like that.” He paused to open the Chardonnay that stood in a bucket next to the table. He served both your glasses and one for Jungkook. You instinctively looked at the door. “He’ll be back. It’s not like he’s doing anything with what you said,” he said nonchalantly but you flustered at how he’d blurp it without a care in the world. “It was picturesque but not enough to work with,” he insinuated, making you wheeze, then giving up to a nervous laughter. “Are you scandalised? I didn’t say anything,” he smirked.

“Not directly,” you giggled with sarcasm and then he laughed too, and displayed his boxy smile. “So, what about the sick?” you asked after he fed you again. He exhaled a long contemplation before he spoke.

“You’ll kill them.” Your eyes went wide and your lips parted. “You do understand our purpose of existence, right? Since you’re a child of The Guardians, you must know a lot more about us than the general population. I know there’s a program–” You opened your mouth to question how he knew who you were. “I'll get to that in another moment, it's irrelevant right now,” he replied, seemingly guessing what you were about to ask, surprising you and waiting for your objection to his knowledge. "So, I’m sure they’ve taught you that our existence is a sort of plague control. Of course, with some adding that we are not to befriend. The first is a fact. Everyone has that in mind. The second," he scoffed. "Well, it's because they can’t guess how we work as a whole and fear how difficult it is to stop us if we choose to attack. How we might choose who lives and who dies." He makes a small pause and takes a sip of the bubbly drink, although you can feel he's not done talking. "Attacking an ill person makes sense as a natural equilibrium kind of thing and since your kin has fought very hard to make deadly diseases less deadly, we would be the biggest natural threat to that balance. For those killings, if done, flavor is completely irrelevant. You are inclined because it's easy, not appealing,” he explained then took a sip and fed you again. “When we drink we can drink until we are full or not. There’s always a choice. If you drink as much as to satiate your thirst, you will kill the person, even if it’s healthy. You’ll need at least three liters per day. One and a half liters per feed means two feedings a day. The amount you take depends on your own thirst but anything further than that is a great loss of blood for one victim alone, and if it doesn’t receive treatment straight away or eventually, the person will die.” You couldn't fathom the severity of feeding and its true consequences. It seemed as though there was a dangerous, very thin line between life and death. To someone new like you, it seemed impossible to achieve the right measure while succumbing to the need of blood. “If you choose a weak or ill person, you’ll just kill it. Even if you don’t get to those amounts, you’ll cause that person a loss of blood that needs to heal from whatever it has. So, it’ll get worse and worse until it dies.” he explained. "Naturally, animals won't choose an ill victim, just weaker ones, but human illnesses do not affect us. The most you can get from drinking a virally infected person's blood is a sort of cold. Basically, your blood fights whatever disease that blood may have, but it's so fast it might last only an hour or two up to twelve. Not much more than that. HPV, HIV, cold, flu or sorts won't affect us because; either our body is immune or has weapons to fight it. All it’s scientifically proven, of course. Funny little experiments as simple as to use a sample of blood from any of us and try to infect it. You could watch it like a match on your TV but you always know who wins. Hell, we can't even get antrax, for that matter." You were astonished with how mundane it seemed to him.

“Wow– I feel like I should thank you now– Thank you!" you expressed despite the lack-ability to convey a better words to say. He only smiled and shook his head, resting his back at the seat with a less rigid position. He smiled at the appreciation, a comfortable silence soon followed as you exchanged a lingering glance. He brushed some of your hair away from your face and tucked it behind your ear, while his thumb gently caressed your cheek and trailed down to your chin. The longing in his eyes, as they dipped from yours and down to your lips, revealed he was eager to kiss you again. However, you fought the urge and shook off the heavy exchange as the need to learn more about what you were becoming overtook, "But-- What about cancer?"

"That's the tricky part of it all. Immune system-caused cancers don't affect us, there's only a one in a million chance we'll have a gene failure produced cancer but untreated or untreatable radiation can provoke it, so we are not immune to it. As to if that would kill us? Most likely won't and we have a high rate of invasive treatment survival, so we can get it sorted that way." he explained. "We adapt easily to most circumstances. Just remember, anything that damages the brain will, most likely, kill you. So, be careful with that too. We are not Gods. Don't lose your ground because your worst enemy is your own stupidity."

"Noted… But I'm curious, would any of you have survived to Chernobyl or Hiroshima, intact?" you wondered.

"None of our kind was in Chernobyl, but I can tell you there were some next to Hiroshima and they are still breathing with no sizable side effects from the bomb or the residual radiation. They were treated when it happened and that was all of it," he explained and fed you again with another type of dumpling. "But they never moved on from the things they saw. The destruction– You can imagine," he interrupted himself when you looked concerned.

The silent raigned after that but the way he seemed to drift in deep thought made you wonder if he had just concealed him being one of the afected. You wondered how many things he would have seen and if he had been in any means accountable for the Shadow Nights. That, was what made you realise one fundamental fact, you didn't know a thing about him, not even his age.

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WHAT HIDES IN THE SHADOWS

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💕Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

📝Summary:

"What hides in the shadows will let you see who you really are."

Protected by your family and the Guardians your whole life, you come across the creatures you have been sheltered from and your whole world loses its balance.

The truth of the Oath reveals itself as you walk your path through the shadows and start questioning all that has been taught to you since your childhood. Those who co-exist between both sides would be considered traitors by the humans, but if the Vampires were so bad, why did they allow the Guardians to exist? Why didn’t they overpower the entire human population after The Shadow Nights?

As you get into the depths of both the Guardians' and the Vampires' worlds the pieces fall in place and you discover secrets that have been hidden to the civilians like you. Secrets that will make you question the whole sense of your existence. Eventually bringing calamities upon your kin.

✏️Genre/au: Vampires, Alternative universe (Future of humanity), Sci-fi, Horror, Romance, Action, Vampires vs. Hunters

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

⚠️Work warnings: angst, gore and blood, hierarchy, sire bond (implicit: dominance and obedience), alternative relationships (multi-partner relationships: polyamory, poligamia, etc), love triangles, toxic relationships, unhealthy relationships, rivalry, explicit smut, jealousy, ownership, manipulation. Be aware of each episode's warnings.

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Hii! Did you stumble a cross this work? Glad yo're here 😊

This work has multiple chapters and I should be posting on the first and third monday of each month until its closure (depending on demand). Please, bare with me 💜

Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

Thanks to @moonleeai for helping me with the summary 💜

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Chapter 1: AWAKENING

Chapter 2: METAMORPHOSE I

Chapter 3: WISE IMMORTALITY

Chapter 4 : VERSUS I

Chapter 5: VERSUS II

Chapter 6: VERSUS III

Chapter 7:

Chapter 8:

Chapter 9:

Chapter 10:

Chapter 11:

Chapter 12:

Chapter 13:

Chapter 14:

Chapter 15:

Chapter 16:

Chapter 17:

Chapter 18:

Chapter 19:

Chapter 20:

EPILOGUE

THE DEVIL YOU KNOW

🍵 The tea is on the table 🍵

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

Summary:

A supposedly meaningless one night stand keeps the passion lingering in your veins well after the rendezvous. Destiny plays it's part in putting him back in your life, but it does, too, a former lover.

His growth has given him the confidence to reclaim what he left behind. But "all that glitters isn't gold"and both of them have not so well hidden secrets...

Who will you choose if you choose any? And... At what cost?

Genre/au: Angst, Romance, Slice of life with some action, Smut

Rating: PG 18+, explicit

Word count: 2656

Chapter warnings: smut, possessiveness, secret relationships, semi-public sex, claiming during sex

<<<Chapter 2 | Main list | Chapter 4>>>

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Your attention gets distracted with a sudden flash of lightning and the rumble of thunder coming from outside. The timing between them indicates it has fallen relatively near. All of you look towards the ceiling for a second, the metallic armour keeping together the glass rooftop, suddenly becoming uninviting. Not that anything should happen, counting on the fact the city is full of a rumble of arresters, but the awareness of electricity being conducted through metal, still reminds of its danger.

The chatter in the room retakes its course, and your eyes go around the table: first noticing Jungkook keeping a polite conversation with Kyungsook, the rest looking at their own devices, then staring at Jimin walking inside the restaurant again. Your gaze roams around aimlessly until he comes back out and serves a few more plates, including yours.

His little finger brushes your hand in a studied movement when he places it in front of you and you look towards your hand as a reaction to his touch. You notice a note, tucked between the two plates, folded in two. You look around before picking it up and hide it in your lap, underneath the table, to open it up.

You forgot this at my house: 01-3181-0141

~Jimin

You close the paper immediately, looking towards Jimin, who is moving back inside again but looks backwards at the last second, glancing your way. He seems to only want to make sure you got the note because his features show cautious curiosity in a very cute form. Discreetly, looking down and then to him you make sure he gets his answer.

When he turns his head, you pick up your phone to type down the number and save it. Then you place the note inside the pocket of your formal trousers. Another lightning and thunder enlighten the sky but this time nobody bothers to look at it. 

As Jimin serves the last plates, he looks at you and smirks discreetly, you can’t avoid silently chuckling at it. Your gesture draws Seokjin’s attention, who looks at you confused.

“I was just thinking how ironic it would be for lightning to reach us here while we are enjoying this fine meal in a winter garden.” you chuckle again shaking your head. ‘Where is your cool at?’ you question yourself.

“It really would be…” says JK, giving you an unbelieving sideway look with a slight smirk that makes your hair stand on end. Partly because you feel like you’ve been caught red handed but also because he really does look hot. His lips look inviting and you can remember his taste as freshly as you do Jimin’s. It all makes your sanity edge. Your hormones are kicking in uncontrolled and you crave them, both, with their own styles and doings. So different, yet so similar. Both so pleasurable. 

You see Jimin go back inside with the corner of your eyes but try to keep them on Jungkook. “How many things would be left untold… It’s kind of dramatic.” he says, keeping eye contact, then looking away to pick up his glass of wine, to take a sip from it. You notice your breath is slightly accelerated, not enough to call the attention but enough for him to notice it.

“Then maybe they should be said instead of keeping them in, if we feel like regretting not doing so when we die.” says Namjoon boldly, not knowing the possible second meaning behind Jungkook's words.

“I agree.” says Jungkook, pinning his fiery eyes on you. You feel his stare burning in your skin, the goosebumps rising, making you feel troubled to stay in the same room. Only the thought of Jimin makes you stay grounded and not fall for his charms. 

For some reason, he keeps coming back and forward to your mind.

You thought of Jimin all week, troubled with your decision of leaving. You thought of Jimin when Jungkook insinuated you two should meet. You did too when his hand slid from your shoulder blades to your hips, as he led you inside a restaurant on Saturday midday. And gave him a last thought when Jungkook was on top of you, ready to slide inside, before he made you forget how to say your own name. 'But it's normal to compare a little, isn't it?' you think.

You absentmindedly look at the muscles of Jungkook’s arm that seem to want to rip the fabric of his lilly white shirt, knowing exactly what it hides underneath. He moves his hand up to touch his lower lip and you notice he’s still looking at you. He smirks, you gulp, and he looks away with satisfaction written all over his face while he wets his lips with his pink tongue. You almost huf.

“Excuse me, someone called me just now, I think it could be important.” you say, showing your phone with the screen off while standing, then try to walk out the garden through the little hallway that leads inside as normal as possible. Another thunder sounds outside but this time you don’t even acknowledge it. 

Entering the bathroom you try to act composed in front of the woman that’s washing her hands in one of the sinks but as soon as you enter the stall you sit on the toilet lid, closing your eyes, and unbutton the collar of your burgundy shirt. You hear the woman leave and come out of the toilet to refresh yourself at the sink before unlocking your phone.

You think about lying, giving him an excuse that makes it all less awkward but decide not to do so, looking at your phone thinking about what to say, instead.  You see him typing then stopping and typing again but nothing comes through and you shoot your shot.

You reply, straight forward. He stays in line for a few seconds before typing again and you fantasise of him smirking at what you said.

A thunder interrupts your thoughts. This time the light goes off for a second before coming back. When you look at your phone again, he’s texted again.

You smile to yourself in the mirror. The fact that you’re going to be able to kill the craving for him in just a few hours sets your skin on fire and starts to arouse you. A sudden knock on the door distracts you from your thoughts. Unconsciously, you move to open the door and check.

At the other side, Jungkook holds his forearm against the frame and looks at you from above, towering over you. You must be giving him a mouse look because he smirks walking in, making you walk backwards to allow him inside the common area of the bathroom, and before the door closes behind, he’s already kissing you. 

He devours you with his hands sliding through your waist, without asking for permission. Taking what he knows he can take. He leads you to the last stall without stopping, his invading tongue intoxicating your senses, making you close your eyes. 

Another thunder and the light goes off. 

“Even the sky is in our favour.” he comments, burying his face in the crook of your neck while he locks the door. His body presses yours against the wall, his hardness prints against your tummy through the fabrics and suddenly the clothes bother you. 

As if he could read your mind he turns you around and spreads kisses through your neck while holding your wrists against the wall. His hips rock against your back, insinuating, playing around while his lips take advantage of your pulse point without leaving marks.

His hands free you but you don’t dare to move, hearing the squish of a metallic wrap, his hands find your ribs before he draws the underline of the lacy cage on your breasts. He caresses them over the shirt, feeling their form first but then he slides his hands through the minimum space between your tummy and the fabric. He feels them, sliding between the bra and your skin. Giving a little grunt as he rolls his hips against you and you respond to it rubbing against him. 

His hands slide down, slow, teasing. One of them slides down through your tummy, while the other pulls the ribbon belt and undoes the button. The nomad hand slides inside your silver lace panties to find your bud but when he rubs it his digits moisten with your wetness.

“I see… someone is hungry…” he whispers against your ear, before biting it and you gasp. His fingers go lower as he teases your entrance, sliding through your slit, while his other hand unbuckles his black leather belt and frees himself from his caging trousers. Then his hand slides up and in a sudden movement, he exposes your lower half by pulling your bottoms along with the underwear down. 

You hear the metallic wrap rip off and feel one of his hands is on your waist, which makes you figure out he opened it with his teeth. The same ones that find your throat as soon as he’s done  covering his arousal in rubber, trying to not lose contact with you as he needs both hands to do so. Just like he did on the weekend. As if that sexy unwrapping was his foreplay signature. 

When his hand finds your waist again, you feel him, in your entrance, stretching while pushing. You gasp. His free hand slides through your waist going up your chest and covers your mouth as he pushes in more deep, making his way until your walls stop him from going further. You hold your breath when he pulls slightly out, trying to take an impossible grip on the bathroom tiles. Then he pushes in again and you involuntarily move your hips backwards to ease his invasion, until he hits bottom. There he stops and lets out a low growl.

“Damn it… I love how you feel around me…” he whispers before kissing the back of your head. Then his hand slides down to your jaw to make you tilt your head, to give you a kiss.

His thrusts start slow but vigorous making you moan immediately but he muffles them with his mouth while getting easily encouraged by them. In a matter of seconds his hand finds your mouth again and he’s thrusting faster, deeper, making you search for a place to grip while trying your best not to cry out by his fierceness. Between grunts of effort he chuckles when your hand finds his nape and you give a little bite to his palm in response. “Sorry..” he says in a smiley whisper, that contrast in its sweet tone with how he’s fucking you. 

Then he shifts his weight for a second and pushes against you while wrapping his arm around your waist, going as deep as he can, making you feel like he’s going to split you. When he pulls out and in again the movement is so precise your legs shake. You can tell by the way he trembles, he’s really pouring himself into doing it right. Jungkook has a very remarkable competitive side and it shows. 

Your hand reaches back to entwine in his hair to reassure him. His thrusts then turn precise and he’s no longer holding you but embracing you with his whole body. His hand still holds back your moans, making them die over your tongue. But it’s just perfect, because you can hear his soft grunts against your earlobe. Like music. Setting you on edge, feeling the climax build up inside of you, before he changes his pace to hit the spot directly and it sets you on fire. 

Your body collapses over the wall, in his arms but he holds you over his forearm as his hand finds your bud again and he rubs it. You let a high pitched moan through the back of your nose as a complaint. His thrusts become torturing again as he tries to make you cum for the second time in a row. You feel exhausted already and think about the fact your friends are still sitting at the table and you are doing it in the bathroom of the restaurant where the guy you can’t take out of your mind works.

“What is that?” asks Jungkook, reducing the pace to almost a stop and freeing your mouth for you to speak. “Your walls…” then you notice the grip you have on him and the reason why he’s slowed down.

“We… need to finish…we’re going… to get caught...” you mutter to him, trying to relax, so he can retake the pace to finish. “Please, cum...”

“Hm…” he mutters, sliding harshly inside of you, making the sounds of flesh against flesh audible against the tiled walls of the bathroom. So do his frustrated grunts and growls, as he keeps pushing on you. Unable to finish. Then you make your best effort to push him against the other wall with him still inside you and move your hips against his, roughly, while keeping your head backwards on his shoulder. “Fuck…” he grumbles and you can tell his head rests against te wall looking at the ceiling, by the sound of it. Then he regains his composure and pushes you back to face the wall while thrusting quickly and hard in you. “Tell me you’re mine.” he grunts in your ear before biting it. You are first taken back by the sudden possessiveness of the line. “Tell me…” he mutters, burying his face on your neck and biting slowly, unmatching the speed of his hips.

“I’m yours JK…” you whisper, seductively. Just like that, he grunts low, coming to a stop. Then gives a few more thrusts to empty fully in the safety of the condom, to immediately pull out.

Reorganising your shirt, he hugs you from behind and you hear him chuckle again while he picks some paper roll for both of you to clean up. 

“What is so funny?” you wonder. 

“No matter if we do this the best way possible, they’ll know what we just did…” he says, turning on the flashlight of his smartphone. You both flush the items down the toilet and pull your trousers up but when you go to the sink and JK leaves his phone up on the counter, you notice: he’s sweating. Profusely. You grab one of the guests' mini towels and try to help him dry up but his shirt has a mark of sweat on the chest and back that outlines his muscles. You bite your lip.

“Go to the boys bathroom and use the hand drier...” you order him while he refreshes in the sink. He tilts his head to the side giving you a sideways look. Then smirks before straightening. “This is a disaster… Jungkook…” 

“It’s ok, we’ll handle it, boss.” he responds before moving towards you, pecking your lips. You peck him back. 

He stops his flashlight right before he comes out of the bathroom and you breath out deep resting your hands over the counter in the pitch dark room. You wonder how you could be so reckless. 

“I’m sorry, I entered the wrong bathroom.” you hear Jungkook apologise to someone outside. 

“It’s okay, hopefully the light will come back soon.” replies, the bar waiter, Taehyung. You panic. 

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🍵 Nice mix, uh? 🍵

I hope you enjoyed this first chapter! Let me know your thoughts and reblog if you liked it. There's other 8 more writen already, so stay tuned for the next one! See you in Tuesday 13th!

I want to thank once more, @moonleeai for the beta work 💜

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