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kifinally

1 year ago

He’s so pretty 😍

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kifinally

1 year ago

The Rooftop

Pairing : Jimin x fab! reader

Summary : Jimin is a thorn in your side, and you hate his guts. But sometimes there's a thin line between hate and like.

Rating : Smut, humiliation, dirty talk, slight degradation?, enemies to lovers. I haven't really proof read so sorry for any spelling mistakes.

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As the daughter of the CEO of a multinational conglomerate, you were accustomed to a certain lifestyle. Free cosmetics, international travel, and the company of attractive men were all part of the package. But there was one significant downside: Park Jimin.

The son of your mother's business partner, Jimin was a walking contradiction. Incredibly handsome, with a boyish charm that could melt hearts, he was also insufferably arrogant and manipulative. He had a knack for pushing your buttons, always seeming to know just the right thing to say to get a rise out of you.

Jimin meanwhile, couldn't pinpoint a specific reason for his dislike of you. It wasn't just your stuck-up attitude or the way you always seemed to be looking down your nose at him. It was something more intangible, a grating dissonance that rubbed him the wrong way.

"Miss Perfect," he'd often mutter under his breath. He knew he could be a bit of a jerk, pushing your buttons for amusement. But it was entertaining to watch you lose your cool, to see the carefully constructed façade crumble.

He enjoyed the challenge of unravelling your carefully constructed image. It was like a game to him, a way to pass the time. And even though he knew he was being cruel, he couldn't help but find it satisfying.

What was more infuriating for both of you, was the fact you had the same social circle and right now, you were both at Namjoon's birthday party, a swanky nightclub buzzing with energy.

As you entered, the club was already in full swing. Bodies swayed to the pulsing music, sweat glistening on their skin. Your date, a handsome but rather dull man, had gone to get drinks.

You spotted Namjoon across the crowded room, surrounded by his usual entourage.

"Happy birthday, Namjoon," you said, offering a warm smile.

Namjoon returned your smile, his eyes lighting up. "Thanks, Y/N. It's great to see you."

A scowl forms across Jimin face when he sees you. His eyes narrow, and his jaw clenches tightly. He leans in towards Jin, his voice low and venomous, "What is she doing here?"

You meet his gaze, your expression a mix of confusion and annoyance.

A playful smirk tugs at your lips as you raise an eyebrow. "I'm Namjoon's friend, too, remember?" you retort, your voice dripping with sarcasm. You purse your lips and sniff dismissively, as if smelling something unpleasant.

Jimin's scowl deepens, and his eyes flash with rage.

Since the moment he'd met you, he'd been nothing but a thorn in your side, his insults and snide remarks a constant irritant.

Jin, seemingly ignores the tension, turning to you with a puzzled expression. "Didn't I see you come in with someone?" He crane hsis neck, scanning the crowd.

Before you could respond, Jimin's smug voice cut in. "He's probably run off with someone better. I'd do the same if I were him." His lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk.

Namjoon, his patience visibly wearing thin, interjected, "Enough, Jimin." He turned to you, dismissing Jimin's comments with a wave of his hand. "Don't listen to his bullshit. He's just jealous."

Jimin leaned back in his seat, his eyes narrowing. "As if..." he began, but his retort was cut short by the booming voice of your date, who handed you a drink.

"Sugar lips, here's your drink." You inwardly cringe at the overly sweet term of endearment, your date's attempts at flirtation falling flat. Jimin snickers behind you, his laughter carrying a tinge of malice. "What the fuck?" he cackles.

Clenching your jaw, you suppressing the urge to snap at him, instead throwing him a dirty look before taking a table away from the group, and seeking refuge from his constant harassment.

You snuggle up next to your date, trying to engage him in conversation, but he seemed distracted, his gaze wandering around the room.

"So, how's your job going?" you ask, trying to spark a conversation.

Your date, mumbles something unintelligible. You nudge him playfully, trying to get his attention.

He clears his throat, his eyes still darting around the room. "Uh, well, I had a meeting today..." he trails off, his voice barely a whisper.

You sigh inwardly, feeling a wave of disappointment wash over you. Your date was clearly not interested in talking to you. You glance around the room, your eyes catching Jimin's gaze. He was watching you with a smirk, his amusement palpable.

You roll your eyes, looking away. What was his problem? Jimin's constant needling was starting to wear on you. You were tired of his childish games and his endless attempts to humiliate you.

"I'll get us another drink," your date says, standing up and heading towards the bar. You watch him go, a sense of dread settling in your stomach. You knew this wasn't going to end well.

Jimin takes a gulp of his drink, anger welling up in his chest. There you go again, being a snob, rolling your eyes at him. Why did he let you get to him so much?

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Fifteen minutes pass, your eyebrows furrow in concern. It's been a while since your date had gone to the bar.

Glancing over, you notice that the bar isn't particularly crowded. Where could he be? Rising to your feet, you begin to search the party weaving in and out of the crowd.

It doesn't take long to find him. There, in a dimly lit corner, you see him, his tongue entangled with a stranger's. A wave of anger washes over you, your hands clenching into fists. Snarling, you march towards them.

Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, you yank him back. He yelps in surprise before feeling the sting of your slap.

"Asshole!" you shout, your voice filled with rage, causing bystanders to stop and watch in shock.

The woman beside him stammers in shock, her hands raised defensively. "I'm sorry, I didn't know!" she cries out.

"Yeah, well now you do," you reply, your breath coming in ragged gasps. You glare at the man, who curses at you while nursing his cheek.

As you become aware of the people watching you, whispering and pointing, you feel a surge of embarrassment.

Your cheeks flush, and you stumble backward, pushing past the crowd towards the nearest exit. Jimin's earlier words echo in your mind, and tears begin to prick at your eyes. The bastard was right.

You find a set of stairs leading to the rooftop. Leaning against the wall, you take deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart.

The city lights below offer little comfort as you grapple with the betrayal you've just experienced.

Tears roll down your cheeks, but you quickly wipe them away. It wasn't just the betrayal that stung; it was the humiliation of being caught in such a compromising position, especially by Jimin.

You knew he would relish in your embarrassment. Taking a few moments to compose yourself, you turn to leave.

To your surprise, you see a male figure standing directly in front of you. It's Jimin. His eyes, usually filled with a playful glint, now hold a hint of something else - something you can't quite decipher.

"What are you doing here? Did you follow me?" you snap, your voice filled with anger and disbelief.

"ME? Don't flatter yourself, princess. I came up here for some fresh air," he retorts, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he leans over the balcony looking at the city below.

You shove past him, heading towards the exit. "Whatever. I can't deal with you right now!"

Reaching the door, you try to turn the handle, but it doesn't budge. You rattle it a few times, your frustration growing. "Are you that feeble that you can't open a door?" Jimin calls out, his voice laced with amusement.

"You were the last one up here! You must have done something to it!" you seethe, turning back to face him. Your eyes are filled with a mixture of anger and despair.

Jimin pushes you aside, grabbing the handle and twisting it with all his might. The door remains stubbornly shut. He kicks it in frustration, his face contorting with anger.

"Aargh!" he shouts. "You have got to be kidding me!"

"I told you!" You cross your arms over your chest angrily.

He throws you a dirty look, reaching into his pocket for his phone. The screen illuminates his face as he searches for a contact. "I'm calling security," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Hopefully, they can help you open a door."

Holding the phone up to his ear, Jimin waits a few seconds before explaining the situation to the person on the other end. "They're calling a maintenance guy, but it'll take him 45 minutes to get here," he tells you bitterly after ending the call.

"Are you kidding?! I'm going to be stuck here with you for 45 minutes?!" You stomp your foot, your frustration evident.

"I'm not happy about it either, Princess," he spits out, his voice laced with sarcasm. "So get comfortable and shut up." He plops himself down against the wall, his arms crossed.

"What is your problem? What did I ever do for you to hate me so much?" Your eyes narrow at him, your tone filled with accusation.

He lets out a harsh breath. "You're irritating."

"IRRITATING?! And that constitutes you being a dick to me?!" You prod his shoulder roughly, your anger escalating.

He stands abruptly, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. "Yeah, you're irritating, Miss Prim and Proper, can do no wrong."

"What's that supposed to mean? I bet you're loving the fact that you were right about my date." Tears threaten to well up again.

Jimin looks down at your pretty face, his irritation flaring. "You know nothing about me, Princess, or what I think. But you, you always thought I was beneath you." He closes the small gap between you, forcing you to look up at him.

His pillowy lips part, as he pushes his tongue into his cheek. You can't help but flick your eyes and watch the movement, a strange sensation tingling in your stomach. Why did you find that sexy?!

"You're an arrogant, self-centred brat, that's why!" you shout, your voice trembling slightly as you try to cover up the slip in your emotions.

The words spill out, laced with frustration, but there's something else there too—something you’re desperate to ignore. "You’re the one who always seems to get a kick out of humiliating me!"

His eyes narrow, the anger flaring in them almost as hot as the fire in your veins. "Well, you deserve it! You’ve got a stick up your ass! You’re not some perfect saint, you know," he snaps back, his tone sharp enough to cut through the thick tension between you.

"I NEVER said I was!" you shout, your voice cracking as the anger surges through you like a wildfire, burning hotter with each word.

Your chest heaves with the effort to keep your emotions in check, but it’s impossible. The intensity of the moment has you both on edge, and you can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins, making your heart pound wildly.

You’re so close now, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his body. The air between you crackles with an energy that’s almost unbearable, and your breath catches as you realize just how close you are.

Your eyes lock in a fiery glare, and you tilt your head up, refusing to back down even as your pulse races with something that feels dangerously like excitement.

"Fuck you" you hiss through gritted teeth, the words barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat thudding in your ears.

He leans in slightly, his smirk infuriating and yet somehow intoxicating. "You wish, sugar lips," he taunts, his voice low and mocking, but there’s a glint in his eyes that sends a shiver down your spine.

You roll your eyes, trying to dismiss the flutter of something you can’t quite name, something that only makes your anger burn brighter. "I hate you!" you spit out, but the words feel hollow, like they’re not the whole truth.

His gaze hardens, and for a moment, you think you see something flicker in his expression—something that mirrors the confusion and turmoil inside you.

"I hate you more!" he shouts back, the words echoing between you, but the challenge in his voice makes your heart skip a beat.

You leaned in, expecting more of his verbal assault. Instead, his lips brushed against yours. A jolt of surprise shot through you. It was wrong, forbidden.

Yet, a strange warmth spread through your body. For a moment, the hatred you felt for him seemed to fade, replaced by a confusing mix of desire and disgust.

You pulled away, your heart pounding in your chest. His eyes were wide, a mix of surprise and something else you couldn't quite decipher. You wanted to hate him, to feel nothing but disgust.

Before you could react, he reached out and pulled you back in, his lips meeting yours again.

The warmth that spread through you was undeniable. It was wrong, it was dangerous, but it felt so right. You couldn't fight the feeling, the desire that pulsed through you

His tongue delves into your mouth forcing you to open, you moan and holding on to front of his shirt.

His grip on your wrist tightens as he spins you around, forcing you to face the wall. The sudden movement catches you off guard, leaving you breathless. "

Don't think this means I like you," he growls close to your ear. The warmth of his breath against your skin sends a shiver down your spine.

"The feeling is mutual dipshit. You're the nearest piece of meat to use" you gasp when he pulls your dress up over your hips. The warm air whipping at your bare cheeks in your black thong.

A sting bursts across them causing you to let out a moan, his warm palm makes contact again. His eyes drinking in the way your ass jiggles with each slap, his cock hardening against his slacks.

Pressing himself up against you, you can feel his erection digging into your ass cheeks, causing your pussy to throb with need.

Heavy breaths, fill the air, his hand pulls your thong up creating friction against your clit. You bite your lip as the pleasure pulsating there.

"Look at you, like a needy bitch in heat" he taunts.

"Fuck you." You say softly.

"That's exactly what you're going to do" He gently bites your shoulder, his fingers slipping inside the waistband of your thong, pulling it down past your ankles. He helps your step out of them before stuffing them in his pocket. " A little souvenir" he chucks darkly.

His rough fingers slide around, to your pussy, dipping low, eyes widening slightly as he finds the wetness pooled there.

"Fuck is that all for me?" he murmurs. Gliding his fingers back up he spreads some of the wetness, using it to lubricate your clit, slowly rubbing in circles. The motion earning him soft moans.

Fuck, he thinks to himself, you sound incredible.

A moment later, you hear the clink of his belt and the zipper of his trouser as he pulls himself free.

Grabbing your hips, he pulls them back to meet his, and you feel the blunt end of his tip rubbing in your wetness. "That's enough prepping for you" he sneers, before slowly pushing his way inside you, causing you to yelp slightly.

The burning sensation of his cock invading your pussy, only fleeting, makes way for the pleasure rising within you. Short sharp puffs of air falls from your lips as you eyes close in pleasure, your juices coating his cock.

One of his hand weaves into your hair yanking your head back, whilst the other grips your hips. His fingers surely were to leave bruises later.

Jimin slams his cock in to you, over and over hitting your spongey walls inside, groaning at how your pussy clings to him. The sound of skin slapping on skin. Soft grunts and moans unleash into the night air.

"Right there." You gasp loudly, trying to find something to grip on the wall but failing, the rough textured brick digging into your palms.

Right there? Look at this greedy little pussy " He mocks you. He slows down his thrusts, teasing himself more than you "Who said I was going to let you cum?" he sneers pulling out completely, and spinning you around to face him.

He glances down at your blown-out pupils and flushed cheeks, a smirk playing on his lips before he pulls you in for a deep, hungry kiss.

The moment his lips crash against yours, your head spins, overwhelmed by the intoxicating mix of his taste and the intensity of the moment.

Every nerve in your body ignites as you lose yourself in the kiss, feeling as if you could drown in the sensation and still want more.

Unable to resist taunting him "You need this just as much as I do. So quit being a brat and fuck me" you say.

"Shut up." he nips at the soft skin on your shoulder, lifting your leg over his forearm, leaving you open and bare as the evening air whips at your pussy.

He guides himself back in you, with a not so gentle thrust, causing you to dig your nails into his shoulders. "Mmmm Jimin" you couldn't help but moan.

Grabbing your hands, Jimin places them above your head holding them against the wall with his, intertwining your fingers. He thrusts a few more times, trying to get the right angle as he watches your reactions.

"Ugh!" you cry out as he hits the spot deep inside you. "I'm gonna cum!" you gasp and almost immediately your body begins to tremble, as you feel your orgasm take over, your pussy tightening around him.

"Fuck! I knew this was all you needed, just a good fucking. Look at that pussy, just milking me" he groans.

He pounds furiously into you, chasing his own high. With one final thrust, he comes undone, cursing loudly. His breath shuddering, as his head drops onto your shoulder.

After a moment, he slowly pulls out of you, puling your panties from his pocket he wipes himself clean before tucking himself back into his slacks.

You silently adjust your dress, your face a rosy glow, the reality of what just happened begins to sink in as you watch him.

"Feeling better?" He smirks his eyes glinting with a cocky arrogance.

You roll your eyes, trying to hide the amusement that creeps into your expression. "Maybe, a little"

Your heart pounds in your chest as you hear the pounding on the door. You exchange a panicked glance with Jimin, realizing the awkward situation you're in.

"Hey guys, Uh are you finished now? We could see everything on the security cameras," Jin's muffled voice comes through the door, causing you to let out a horrified sound. Jimin chuckles, his amusement clearly evident.

He pauses, looking at you with a warm expression in his eyes, one that you hadn't seen before, the unspoken truce between you. "Thank fuck we can get out of here now..." he pauses looking at you intently.

"Just so we're clear, you won't be fucking anyone else from now on, only me"

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kifinally

1 year ago

Lawd just the thought! 🥵

i just his cock is humongous i KNOW he's hung im %100 sure.

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kifinally

1 year ago

Whiskey

Pairing : Taehyung x fab reader

Summary : You and Taehyung have been good friends for a while, until you went and stupidly caught feelings for him.

Rating : Mature, definitely smutty, unprotected sex, friends to lovers, angst, might have missed something. Its quite long, and I don't mean the Kim Trousersnake.

You'd always been one of the boys, a constant in their boisterous camaraderie. But when Taehyung joined your group, something shifted.

His towering height cast long shadows that seemed to swallow you whole, his laughter a melody that seemed to echo through your soul.

His smile, a dazzling, sun-like affair, lit up the room and your heart in equal measure.

You found yourself drawn to him, your heart fluttering like a trapped bird whenever he glanced your way. His easy-going charm and infectious laughter made you feel at ease, a sense of comfort you'd never experienced before.

Yet, the realization that your feelings were misplaced was a heavy weight on your chest.

After all, you were just friends.

One day, as you were hanging out at the park, Taehyung playfully ruffled your hair, his fingers tracing the familiar contours of your skull.

You laughed, a sound that was both light and tinged with a hint of nervousness. His eyes sparkled with amusement, and for a moment, you thought you saw something else in them.

A hint of something more. But before you could decipher the meaning, he turned away, his attention drawn to something else.

Your heart sank. You knew you were being foolish. Taehyung was probably oblivious to your feelings, and you were just imagining things. But as you watched him interact with the others, a pang of jealousy shot through you.

The way he'd laugh at their jokes, the way he'd offer a comforting hand on their shoulders—it all felt so natural, so effortless. You couldn't help but wonder if he ever felt that way about you.

Knowing this was getting out of hand, you felt a wave of panic wash over you, a cold dread settling in the pit of your stomach.

You had to keep your distance, save face, and give yourself time to get over him.

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But being away from him hurt more than you ever thought it would.

The ache in your chest was a constant companion, a dull throb that intensified whenever you thought of him.

Your mind raced with a thousand different scenarios, each one more painful than the last. You imagined him with someone else, laughing and smiling, and a wave of jealousy washed over you.

Even after a few weeks of failed attempts at dating, nothing had worked for your one-sided crush, causing you more frustration.

It wasn't Taehyung's fault that you were crushing over him, and he would have been upset to know that you were hurt whenever he flirted with another woman.

Angry at yourself, you completely shut down, acting coldly towards him. You felt a pang of guilt as you watched his bewilderment, his confusion at your sudden change in behaviour.

Taehyung, ever the caring person, tried to get you to talk to him, but his attempts were met with indifference. Eventually, he became fed up and stopped trying.

The distance between you grew palpable, a chasm that seemed to widen with each passing day.

You missed the easy banter, the shared laughter, the comfort of his presence. But you knew that you had to keep your distance, for your own sake.

You tried to distract yourself with other things, but nothing seemed to work. You found yourself replaying old memories, reliving moments of happiness that now felt like distant dreams.

The longing in your heart grew stronger with each passing day, a constant ache that threatened to consume you.

Taehyung, growing increasingly frustrated with your silence, tried to reach out to you. He sent you messages, called your phone, and even left notes on your door.

But you ignored him all, your heart hardened against him. His persistence eventually turned to anger, a bitter resentment that replaced his initial concern.

He couldn't understand why you were treating him this way, especially when he had done nothing wrong.

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Jimin had begged you to come to Hoseok's birthday party, his persistence a testament to his friendship.

Not wanting to let him down, you'd reluctantly agreed, knowing full well that it would mean facing Taehyung, after all he lived with Hoseok.

The anticipation had been a heavy weight on your chest for days. Knowing you would be seeing him, you couldn't help but get dolled up, desperate to be seen as a woman rather than one of the boys.

You'd spent hours in front of the mirror, experimenting with different outfits and makeup looks. Finally, you'd settled on a black knee-length dress that showed off your figure, paired with a delicate necklace and matching earrings.

As you applied the final touches to your makeup, a sense of unease crept into your heart. What if he didn't notice you? What if he didn't care? The thought of being ignored filled you with a mix of sadness and anger.

Strapping on some heels, you looked in the mirror, feeling somewhat pleased with your appearance.

As you stepped into the apartment Hoseok and Taehyung shared, you felt a wave of dread wash over you.

The familiar scent of pizza boxes and old books wafted through the air, a bittersweet reminder of simpler times.

This was the last place you wanted to be, yet here you were, drawn in by a combination of guilt and a faint hope that something might change.

As you entered the room, a wave of noise and excitement washed over you. Your friends erupted into cheers and wolf whistles, their enthusiasm infectious.

You giggled, a blush settling on your cheeks, your heart racing in your chest.

Your eyes automatically searched out Taehyung, who only spared a brief glance in your direction. When his eyes met yours, your stomach did a little dance.

But his gaze was fleeting, his attention quickly returning to the woman sitting next to him.

A pang of jealousy shot through you, a sharp pain that pierced your chest. You watched them interact, his laughter echoing through the room, her eyes sparkling with admiration as her hand touched his leg.

It was a scene you'd witnessed countless times before, a reminder of your place in his life. A scoff escaped your lips, a bitter sound that echoed in your ears. Of course Taehyung would spend time talking to her.

You couldn't help but compare yourself to her, feeling inadequate and out of place. She was everything you weren't: beautiful, confident, and effortlessly charming.

You were just an average girl, a familiar face in the crowd. The doubt that you would never be enough for him gnawed at your self-esteem, a constant reminder of your shortcomings.

Jimin sauntered over, a drink in hand, his eyes flickering with concern. He handed it to you, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

You accepted it with a tight-lipped smile, but as soon as the glass touched your lips, a sharp bitterness settled on your tongue.

Your face contorted slightly, a sour expression that you tried to hide before you tilted your head back, swallowing the drink in one go. The burn in your throat was both a comfort and a curse.

“Y/N, sweetheart, slow down,” Jimin’s voice is soft, almost pleading, as he gently takes the glass from your grip, his fingers brushing against yours. “We’ve got all night. There’s no rush.”

You sigh, the weight of the day pressing down on your chest like a heavy stone. “Sorry, Jimin,” you mumble, avoiding his gaze. “It’s just been a rough day. Got anything stronger? Like whiskey?”

His eyebrows shoot up, surprise flashing across his face. “Whiskey? Y/N, what happened today?” His voice is a mix of curiosity and concern. He hesitates for a moment before nodding toward the kitchen. “Come on, let’s see what we’ve got.”

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Following him into the kitchen, you can feel your heart pounding in your chest, the anxiety gnawing at your insides. Jimin rummages through the cupboard, pulling out a bottle of whiskey and holding it up with a small, worried smile.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks, studying your face closely as he hands you the bottle.

You nod, your hands trembling slightly as you pour a generous amount into the glass. The clink of ice cubes echoes in the quiet kitchen as you drop them in one by one.

You can feel Jimin’s eyes on you, watching every move, every slight tremor in your hands. You lift the glass to your lips, taking a slow, deliberate sip, letting the warmth spread through your body.

The burn is intense, but it dulls the edge of your anxiety, if only for a moment.

Jimin’s eyebrows knit together as he leans against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. “What’s going on, Y/N?” he asks, his voice low and filled with concern. “You haven’t been yourself for a while now,” he says, his voice low and filled with concern.

“You’ve been distancing yourself from everyone. We’ve all noticed it especially Taehyung”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you feel a lump forming in your throat. Closing your eyes, you try to push the tears back, but his words linger in your mind, heavy and suffocating. Here we go again.

Opening your eyes slowly, you meet his gaze, his face a picture of genuine worry. “I’m fine, Jimin,” you lie, the words feeling hollow and empty. “Don’t worry about me.” You force a smile, but it’s brittle, cracking at the edges.

He doesn’t buy it. Not for a second. “Do you have feelings for Taehyung?” The question hangs in the air, unexpected and heavy, and you feel your heart skip a beat, your breath catching in your throat.

You nearly choke on your drink, quickly lowering the glass as you sputter, “N-no! Why would you think that?” Your cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and panic, and you can’t bring yourself to meet his eyes.

Instead, you focus on a random spot behind his head, anything to avoid the truth in his gaze.

Jimin lets out a soft, disbelieving laugh, shaking his head. “Liar,” he murmurs, his tone gentle but firm. “Your mouth says one thing, but your eyes… they tell a different story.”

He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I’ve seen how you look at him, how you’ve been pulling away. You’ve turned into this… Ice Queen. Y/N, you’ve shut everyone out, and it’s hurting you. You can’t keep doing this. You need to talk to him.”

“I can’t.” The words come out in a broken whisper, your voice trembling as a tear slips down your cheek. You quickly wipe it away, but Jimin sees it. Of course, he does. “I… I just can’t.”

Jimin’s hand reaches out, squeezing your shoulder with a gentleness that makes your heart ache even more. “You need to tell him, Y/N. Keeping it all inside… it’s only hurting you more.”

You shake your head, the very thought filling you with dread. “No, Jimin. There’s no point. He doesn’t see me that way. He never will. I can’t bear the thought of him looking at me with pity. I’d rather keep pretending, keep this wall up, than face that kind of rejection. It’s better like this. I’ll be fine. I just… need to get over it.”

Jimin’s eyes soften, but there’s a frustrated edge to his voice as he speaks again. “You’re being so stupid, Y/N. You’re torturing yourself for no reason. It’s so obvious to everyone except you two.” He lets out a bitter laugh, taking a sip of his own drink, his eyes never leaving your face.

"What do you—?" you begin, but the sound of approaching footsteps stops you cold. The air seems to thicken as Taehyung walks in, his tall frame filling the doorway.

The moment he sees you, a flicker of surprise crosses his face, and his eyes shift between you and Jimin, lingering a little too long on you.

"What are you guys up to?" he asks, his voice casual but tinged with curiosity. His gaze falls to the bottle of whiskey in front of you, and his brows knit together in confusion.

"Is that whiskey?" His voice drops slightly, the surprise clear—he knows you only drink it when things are really bad.

“Yeah,” Jimin replies smoothly, his tone light despite the tension that’s suddenly crackling in the room.

“Y/N's having a rough day… I need to speak to Yoongi about something. Maybe you can cheer her up,” he suggests, flashing Taehyung a quick smile before heading for the door.

Your heart lurches. Panic grips you as you turn to Jimin, silently pleading for him to stay, to not leave you alone in this unbearable moment. But he just smirks at you, a knowing glint in his eyes, as he steps out of the kitchen, leaving you alone with Taehyung.

The moment the door clicks shut, the atmosphere shifts. You can feel Taehyung’s eyes on you, intense and unyielding, as if he’s trying to read the turmoil inside you.

Your heart pounds in your chest, the sound almost deafening in your ears. You drop your gaze to the drink in your hand, your fingers gripping the glass so tightly your knuckles turn white.

The ice cubes clink against the glass, a stark contrast to the silence that’s settled between you two.

'Please, just leave' you silently beg, your mind racing, every nerve in your body on edge. But he doesn’t. He just stands there, and you can feel the weight of his presence, the heat radiating from his body.

Taehyung’s frown deepens, his expression a mix of concern and something else—something you can’t quite place. He moves closer, his movements slow, cautious, as if he’s afraid you might shatter if he gets too close.

Then, without saying a word, he pulls out the chair Jimin had vacated and sits down beside you.

The proximity is overwhelming; the scent of his cologne—fresh and woodsy—fills your senses, stirring memories that you’ve tried so hard to bury.

You take a shaky sip of your drink, trying to steady your trembling hands, but the liquid feels like lead sliding down your throat, doing nothing to soothe the turmoil inside you.

The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, every second that passes amplifying the tension. Taehyung’s gaze never wavers, his eyes boring into you, searching for answers you’re not ready to give.

His jaw is set, the muscles in his neck tight, and you can see the frustration building in his eyes, though he’s trying to hide it.

Finally, he breaks the silence, his voice low and laced with concern.

“Are you really not going to talk to me?”

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His words hit you like a punch to the gut, the raw vulnerability in his voice almost breaking through the walls you’ve built around yourself.

But you can’t. You can’t let him in, can’t let yourself be that exposed. You remain silent, your lips pressed into a thin line, afraid that if you speak, everything will come tumbling out.

Come on, Y/N, say something, anything. But you can’t. The fear is too great. The fear of rejection, of seeing pity in his eyes, keeps your mouth sealed shut.

Suddenly, Taehyung moves. His large hands grab the back of your chair, and with a quick, forceful motion, he swivels it around to face him.

The suddenness of it startles you, and a bit of your drink splashes onto your chest, the cold liquid soaking into your shirt.

You gasp, your eyes widening as you look up at him, heart pounding against your ribs.

He’s close—so close you can see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes, the worry etched in the lines of his forehead, the tension in his clenched jaw.

His face is just inches from yours, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body, can hear the slight hitch in his breath as he looks at you with a mixture of frustration and something deeper—something that makes your stomach flip.

"Why are you having a bad day?" Taehyung’s voice is soft but insistent, his tone laced with genuine concern. He leans back in his seat, legs spread wide in that effortlessly confident way he always does.

Your eyes betray you for a split second, roving over his posture before you quickly snap them away, mentally scolding yourself. Control yourself, Y/N.

The alcohol starts to work its way through your system, spreading warmth through your veins.

The edges of your anxiety begin to blur as the buzz takes hold, dulling the sharpness of your thoughts. But even as it soothes, it doesn’t quiet the storm inside you.

"It doesn't matter. I'll be fine," you reply, trying to brush him off, your voice betraying a weariness that you can’t quite hide.

You run your index finger around the rim of your glass, the motion almost hypnotic, and you notice Taehyung’s eyes following the movement.

He sighs, the sound heavy with frustration and something deeper that you can’t quite name.

“Do you hate me?” he asks quietly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. There’s an edge to his words, a vulnerability that catches you off guard. It makes you look up at him in surprise, your heart skipping a beat.

“I don’t hate you,” you murmur, your voice unsteady as you swallow, the lump in your throat returning with a vengeance. You look away again, your gaze falling to the glass in your hand.

The weight of his question lingers, hanging in the air between you. You don’t know how to answer, don’t know how to explain the tangled mess of emotions inside you.

All you know is how much you hate the distance that’s grown between you, how much you long to close the gap, to bury yourself in his arms and pretend, just for a moment, that everything is okay.

“Y/N, look at me,” he urges gently, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. The intensity in his dark eyes pulls you in, setting your pulse racing. The way he looks at you—it’s like he’s searching for something, something you’re not sure you’re ready to give.

“I don’t hate you,” you repeat, the words coming out firmer this time, but they feel insufficient, inadequate. You wish you could say more, but you’re terrified of what might spill out if you let yourself be honest. “You know I don’t.”

"Then what happened? Please, tell me what I did to make you… like this, with me?" Taehyung’s voice cracks slightly, a raw edge of hurt threading through his words.

He gestures between the two of you, his expression pained, and it feels like a knife twisting in your chest.

You steel yourself, trying to gather the courage you need to face him. Taking a deep breath, you slowly lift your gaze to meet his, but the weight of the truth feels too heavy on your tongue.

"You didn’t do anything. It’s me… it’s just… complicated," you say, your voice barely above a whisper, weak even to your own ears.

He leans forward, his eyes pleading. "Try me," he urges softly, his voice filled with a tenderness that makes your chest tighten even more.

Shame washes over you, and you shift uncomfortably, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. "I’m embarrassed," you admit, the confession slipping out before you can stop it.

He looks at you, genuinely puzzled. "About what?"

Your heart hammers against your ribs, your mouth suddenly dry. You can’t bring yourself to look at him as your tongue darts out to wet your lips, a nervous habit you can’t seem to shake.

His eyes track the movement, darkening slightly before he meets your gaze again.

"It doesn’t matter," you murmur, the words coming out in a rush as you desperately search for a way to change the subject.

A sharp pang of jealousy twists in your gut as you remember the woman who was with him earlier.

"Your date is probably waiting for you," you add bitterly, rising from your seat and heading over to the ice box, more to escape his gaze than because you need the ice.

"Date?" He sounds genuinely confused, and you can hear the scrape of his chair against the floor as he pushes it back.

You grit your teeth, struggling with the stubborn lid of the ice box. "That supermodel who was all over you," you say, the bitterness lacing your voice betraying more than you intended.

The image of her clinging to him, her perfect smile, her effortless beauty—it’s been gnawing at you ever since you saw them together.

A low chuckle escapes him, the sound both surprising and infuriating. You stiffen as you hear him move closer, the warmth of his body radiating toward you as he stops just behind you.

“Y/N,” he says softly, his voice much closer now. You can feel the heat of his chest as it brushes against your back, his presence overwhelming.

His hands gently cover yours, helping you pry the stubborn lid off the ice box. The simple touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you struggle to keep your breathing steady.

You stand there, frozen, as his hands linger over yours for a moment longer than necessary.

His breath fans against the side of your neck, and it takes every ounce of your willpower not to melt into him, not to let yourself lean back into the comfort and security of his embrace.

But the walls you’ve built around your heart hold firm, even as they begin to crack under the pressure of his proximity.

"Look at me, Y/N." Taehyung’s voice drops an octave, deep and compelling, sending a shiver down your spine.

His hands find your hips, warm and firm, as he gently turns you around to face him. The world narrows down to just the two of you, the close proximity making your heart pound wildly in your chest.

He tilts your chin up with a single finger, his touch light but insistent, forcing you to meet his gaze. Your breath hitches as your eyes lock onto his, the intensity in them making your pulse race.

You can’t help but flick your eyes down to his lips, the proximity tempting you in ways you’ve fought so hard to resist.

"I'm right here. So tell me," he urges, his voice low and steady, filled with a quiet patience that only makes your turmoil worse.

But you can’t. The words are trapped in your throat, tangled with fear and uncertainty.

You shake your head, unable to break the silence. His expression remains unreadable, and the weight of your unspoken confession hangs heavy between you.

He sighs, a deep, weary sound, and nods sadly, as if resigning himself to your silence.

"Suit yourself," he says, the disappointment in his voice slicing through you like a blade. He steps away, the sudden distance between you making your chest tighten painfully. He turns to leave, and the cold emptiness that his absence would bring feels unbearable.

"Taehyung!" The word bursts from your lips before you can stop it, and you reach out, grabbing his arm.

Your touch is desperate, clinging, but he doesn’t turn around. Instead, he stands there, his back to you, and it feels like the world is slipping away.

You lean your head against his back, the warmth of him grounding you even as your emotions swirl in chaos.

"I need time," you say quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just need time… to get over it."

He stays silent for a moment, and you can feel the tension in his body, the way his shoulders stiffen at your words.

"Get over what?" he asks softly, his voice gentle, almost afraid to hear the answer. He doesn’t turn around, as if he knows that facing you would only make you withdraw further.

You take a shaky breath, your heart pounding so hard it feels like it might burst from your chest.

The word hovers on the tip of your tongue, terrifying in its simplicity.

"You," you finally whisper, the confession slipping out so quietly it’s almost lost in the space between you.

But he hears it. You feel the way his body goes rigid, the way his breath catches. The silence that follows is suffocating, the weight of your admission hanging in the air like a dark cloud.

You want to take it back, to swallow the words and pretend you never said them, but it’s too late. They’re out there now, raw and exposed, and there’s no taking them back.

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At that moment, the door to the kitchen swings open, and a group of guests bursts in, their laughter and chatter filling the room.

They’re oblivious to the tension hanging thick in the air, their only concern the drinks they’re searching for.

Taehyung turns slowly, his gaze fixed on you, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and something deeper, something you’re too terrified to name.

Your heart is lodged in your throat, pounding so loudly you’re sure he can hear it. Every nerve in your body is on edge, waiting—dreading—whatever he might say next.

But he doesn’t speak. He just stares at you, his expression unreadable, and the silence stretches on, suffocating you.

You can feel the heat rising to your face, your skin prickling with embarrassment as the other guests move around you, completely unaware of the emotional storm raging between you and Taehyung.

You swallow hard, wishing with every fibre of your being that the ground would just open up and swallow you whole, anything to escape the intensity of his gaze, the weight of what you’ve just confessed hanging in the air between you.

Humiliated and desperate to escape, you turn on your heel and leave the kitchen. Your mind is a blur, thoughts swirling in a chaotic mess.

You don’t even realize that instead of heading toward the living room, you’ve been dragged down the corridor.

Before you can process what’s happening, you’re gently ushered into Taehyung’s room, the door closing softly behind you both.

You whirl around, ready to demand an explanation, but the words die on your lips as Taehyung suddenly closes the distance between you, his soft lips pressing against yours in a kiss that takes your breath away.

It’s brief, just a brush of lips, but it sends a jolt of electricity through your entire body. He pulls back, his eyes searching yours, gauging your reaction. All you can do is stare at him, dumbfounded.

“Did you just kiss me?” you blurt out, blinking at him in disbelief. The room feels like it’s spinning, and you’re not sure if it’s from the shock or the residual effects of the whiskey.

Taehyung’s eyes dance with humor, a small, playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Isn’t that what you wanted to do?” he asks, one eyebrow quirking up in that teasing way that always made your heart flutter.

Your eyes widen in surprise. “I—do you even like me like that?” The words come out in a squeak, your voice betraying the whirlwind of emotions inside you.

His expression softens, the teasing giving way to something more serious, more earnest. The corner of his lips twitch as if he’s holding back a bigger smile.

“Do you need me to show you?” he murmurs, leaning in closer until his forehead rests gently against yours. His eyes bore into yours, and for a moment, you wonder if this is all just a dream, if he’s just playing with you.

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But before you can say anything, before you can question the reality of what’s happening, Taehyung dips his head again, capturing your lips in a kiss that’s slow and soft, deliberate in its tenderness.

The warmth of his lips against yours sends a cascade of butterflies erupting in your belly, your heart fluttering wildly in your chest.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as you give in, allowing Taehyung to deepen the kiss.

His tongue meets yours, and the sensation sends a wave of tingles through your entire body.

When he moans softly, the sound vibrating against your mouth, he pulls you closer, your bodies flush against each other.

The intensity of the kiss leaves you both breathless as he finally pulls away, his forehead resting against yours.

"Was that enough of an answer for you?" he murmurs with a smirk, his thumb gently stroking over your bottom lip. Before you can second-guess yourself, a surge of boldness takes over, surprising both him and yourself.

You part your lips slightly and take his thumb into your mouth, your tongue brushing against it as you suck gently. His breath hitches, his chest rising sharply as he inhales deeply.

His eyes darken with a mix of surprise and desire, and you can see the effect you’re having on him.

"Fuck" he breathes out, eyes glued to your mouth.

He grabs you by the waist catching you by surprise, dropping you on to the bed and causing you to squeal.

He captures your lips again, slowly leaning against his headboard, and pulling you on to his lap. His body was already on fire just from kissing you, how he had wanted to do this for so long with you.

Your lips slowly trail heated kisses along his neck, causing him to groan in pleasure "Y/N" the hard ridge of hic cock, pushes against your clothed pussy, you moan softly in his ear from the friction.

His cock hardens even more from the sweet sounds, desperate to hear more. Trailing his large warm hands from your hips down to your ass, he grips the round globes tightly, groaning.

"Fuck baby" he murmurs, as he kisses you deeply, his breath shuddering as you start to rock against his hardened length, pussy throbbing with need.

Panting, you pull away from the kiss, a slight smirk plays on your lips, as you reach for his belt. "Do you want me?" you ask hesitantly.

Taehyung bites his lip, eyes hooded with desire, thrusting his hips upwards pushing his erection into you, as if to remind you how hard he is. "Please!" he whimpers with need. The desire making his brain hazy.

The metallic clink as you unbuckle it seems to resonate around the room. His warm gaze holds your eyes captive, making you unable to look away.

Your hands tremble slightly as you undo the button at his waistband before slowly pulling the zip down. Taehyung watches in anticipation, he tongue darting out to lick his lips, aching for your touch. The throbbing in his tip becoming almost painful.

Slipping your hand inside, you feel the heat from his erection through his boxers, the fabric already a little damp from his pre-cum. "You're so hard" you whisper.

His head falls back, a guttural groan slips from him when you grip his thick length through the cotton.

"Can I suck you off?" you ask, to which Taehyung swears he almost explodes in his boxers like a teenager.

"Yes!" he almost rushes out desperately.

Wasting no time, you grip the waistband of his jeans and pull down, taking his boxers with them.

His cock, hard and heavy springs out, tip engorged and reddened. It's larger than you could have ever imagined, and you begin to wonder if you are taking more than you can handle.

He watches you with half-lidded eyes, as you lie on your front, swallowing harshly, he waits to feel your mouth on him.

Taking the velvet hardness into your hand, you slowly place butterfly kisses along his shaft.

He groans in pleasure at the sensation of your soft lips kissing him, “Y/N...” is all he can manage to say.

Wanting to get a better view, he pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail around his fist holding it gently as you lick all along the underneath, reaching his tip and tasting the salty pre-cum that had beaded there before slowly taking just the tip and sucking.

His hips buck upwards slightly as you slide your mouth further down his thickness, stopping when you can't go any further without gagging.

He groans softly trying to stay still, as you tease him, taking him in half way before stopping and sliding your mouth back up.

You keep doing that a few more times, until he calls your name and gently pushes your shoulders gasping harshly. "I don't want to cum yet".

He takes a moment to collect himself, he grips the base of himself tightly.

Then he flips you on to your back with a smirk, crawling his way down your body, your black dress bunched at your hips. "I think it's my turn now" he says with a devilish smirk.

His hand slowly trails up your soft thighs, his lips following with kisses and little nibbles here and there, you can feel the dampness collecting in between your legs.

Reaching up to your panties, in one he pulls them down, discarding them over his shoulder.

His eyes land on your wet pussy and nods in appreciation, which causes you to blush. Taking his time, he slowly kisses his way all over, teasing. "Taehyung...." you call out in frustration.

He quirks an eyebrow with a smirk, knowing full well the effect it was having on you. Thankfully, he doesn't make you wait long before he trails his tongue in one lick all along your slit.

You gasp in pleasure and grab his soft hair, when he takes your clit and sucks it in his mouth. "Oh shit!" your eyes roll backwards, and he begins to lick at you like a man starved for days. The heat pools into your stomach quickly, your orgasm quickly approaching.

"Taehyung!" you almost plead, reaching out, to grab his forearm.

"Come for me baby" he murmurs, slipping a long finger inside you as he sucks on your clit.

Your thighs begin to shake, and you let of soft high pitched moans, that Taehyung swears he'll remember forever. He helps you ride out your high until you gently push him off from overstimulation.

He lifts himself up, reaching for the hem of your dress and helping you take it off. In one swift motion he discards the rest of his own clothes. His body was toned and perfect.

Pressing forward, he grips himself rubbing the tip of his cock through your folds. "You ready?" he asks, hesitating.

"Just fuck me already" you whine causing him to chuckle.

"So impatient Y/N" he teases.

"I think I've waited long enough" you point out.

Taehyung lubricates himself in your wetness, groaning from the sensation, he does that a few times before letting the tip catch in your entrance. He pushing forward slowly sinking in you, your nails dig into his back as you feel his large length forcing you to stretch out.

"You good?" he whispers against your cheek, checking your face for any signs of discomfort. You nod, "Yeah, I'm good"

He nods, slowly pulling out, dragging his cock against your pussy walls, before slowly thrusting back in. "Fuck you feel so good" he grunts. "Pussy's so tight"

He can't believe he's inside you, as your warm velvet walls envelop him, he worries he won't last long with how good you feel.

Your face flushes as you feel him fill your pussy up, he’s so thick forcing you to stretch around him. He picks up his pace, sitting back a bit so he can watch himself fuck you, sucking his thumb, he brings it to your clit, rubbing the little nub in slow circles.

"Oh my god, Taehyung" you moan arching your back.

"Mmmm you like that? Like the way I fuck you?" he chuckles darkly. "Look at this pussy swallowing my cock, you're doing so well."

The dirty talk spills from his mouth, turning you on even more. "Fuck, yes! I love it! You feel so big!" you pant, pussy clenching around him.

He groans "God, if you keep doing that, I'm not going to last" He grips your hips tightly, picking up his speed.

The tingles reappear, stronger this time. Without warning hot waves of pleasure wash over you, he helps you to ride it. "That's it, cum all over my cock, good girl" all you can do is cling to him as he fucks you through it, your thighs trembling.

Pulling out of your tightness, he thrusts back into you deeply, making you grunt. His balls tighten, abs tense, then his own orgasm rips through him violently. He

Burying his face into the crook of your neck he lets go. Pure, raw, pleasure fills his senses as his warm cum spills into you.

You both lay like that, hear rates returning to normal. He slowly pulls out of you, grimacing a little from the oversensitivity.

Standing up, Taehyung grabs a towel, returning to you with a tenderness that makes your heart swell.

Once he's cleaned you up, he quickly cleans himself up, tossing the towel carelessly onto the floor. Without missing a beat, he flops back down on the bed, reaching out an arm to pull you into his embrace.

You settle against him, feeling the warmth of his body as he places a gentle kiss on your shoulder, then another on your forehead.

The sweet, simple gestures make you smile softly up at him. You lift your hand, brushing your fingers along the curve of his jaw, feeling the slight stubble that makes him so distinctly Taehyung.

"I'm sorry I avoided you," you say quietly.

His eyes soften as he looks at you, a small, understanding smile playing on his lips. "I'm sorry you thought I wouldn’t like you back," he replies, his voice gentle but firm, as if he’s determined to erase any lingering doubts you might have.

You swallow, the words you’ve been holding back finally bubbling to the surface. "I really want to be with you," you admit, suddenly feeling shy and vulnerable for saying it out loud.

Taehyung’s smile widens, his eyes lighting up with a joy that makes your heart flutter. "Good," he says, the word filled with certainty. "Because I want to be with you too."

A giggle escapes you. "I guess we have some time to make up for," you tease, your laughter bubbling up as the reality of this moment settles in.

"Mmmmm care for round two?", he whispers in your ear as you feel him hardening against your leg.

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1 year ago

😂😂😂

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1 year ago

Omfg 🔥

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1 year ago

Going feral for Binnie 🔥

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1 year ago

And just like that I’m feral all over again 😫💦

⛓ BANG CHAN'S HANDS ~ A CONCEPT ⛓

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1 year ago

There was definitely something in that water 😂🔥🥵

cause we don't give a fuck

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1 year ago

FELIX :: CHARMER @ LOLLAPALOOZA 2024

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1 year ago

He’s not even my bias but damn he wrecks me when he dances. He’s so powerful with his moves and his facial expressions add to the performance. He’s a true artist!