Literally Lost My Shit In Tge Podcast Today

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💕Pairing: Hoseok x Reader 

📝Summary: When breaking the norm leads to a romance.

✏️Genre/au: Smut, Non-canon, Biker life, Friends to lovers

✏️Rating: 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 4508

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut

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A/N: Hii! Did you stumble a cross this work? Glad yo're here 😊 Please, let me know your thoughts once you are finished. Feedback keeps me motivated to write 😁

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

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Riding on top of your 2013 Sportster Iron 883 purple custom felt the closest thing to heaven you could ever imagine. The little stops to take in the view, the things that have changed from when you saw them last time moving east, adding the cherry on top.

Your busy schedule, hectic really, playing dirty on your liking for the road. Visiting home using a plane felt tedious, the bike calling your name from the garage every time you'd get a taxi to get to the airport. Making you feel restrained, choked by a lifestyle that was simply not fit for you. 

Until you said fuck it. Fuck it as to set your feet on your boss's office and tell him that he had a month to find you a replacement; that you were out. Out for good. Out to never see his little man asshole attitude around your hard work, ever again. Although, with the most respectful and polite phrases you could make use of. Still bold. Still making his jaw drop. 

You had been saving your pennies like a hoarder, living like a broke university student although your good grades had given you honors in your degree and gotten you a very well paid job. Hard work, not brain. Always hard work. 

More to demonstrate than to enjoy at the beginning. Until you entered the university and met people with a less judgemental mentality than those back in town. Then, it was for you; hell, you could do it. You just could do it. So you did and got your job. But unfortunately it didn't marry with the wild creature inside of you, the one that prayed to know the world, to see the bigger picture it contained. 

Going back home wasn't a defeat when the defeat was to stay stuck in something you hated. Besides, it wasn't like you were going to go back to live with your parents, although they had suggested it and told you to save your money for further moves. 

You weren't going to spend it in your first days, that was for sure. Jungkook had offered his spare bedroom for two weeks until he could rent it to another company coworker. The last one had to move back to his hometown to take care of a now long term ill brother, since they lost their parents at a young age. You felt kind of guilty to not spend more time with yours after that and assured yourself that you would. For now, what was living with them were all your belongings. Their garage was full to the brim with all you'd sent from your apartment. Your bike would be with you, resting with your friend's 2016 Sportster Iron 883 dark custom and his housemate's, Taehyung, also customised 2012 Road King red custom. 

As you stopped the roaring engine, in his driveway you observed the two floor house. It looked cozy but had that single guy aura printed somewhere. The folding door to the garage opened just before Hoseok poked his head through the main door and went out, followed by Taehyung. They started greeting you enthusiastically as you entered the house and Jungkook closed the door. 

"I can't believe we're gonna be housemates." said Taehyung with a wiggly attitude that surprised you.

"Well-" you started saying.

"C'mon, hyungs, she's been riding for more than ten hours. We should let her rest." Jungkook offered. 

"Let's get you to the bathroom, love." offered Hobi, taking your backpack off your shoulders, as Jungkook unleashed the ones in your bike, to take them inside. 'Love…' you smiled internally. 

Taehyung was fast to open a beer for you as soon as you stepped inside, while Hobi and Jungkook went upstairs to leave your things. When Jungkook came down straight after, it turned out Hobi was filling the main bathroom's bathtub for you. 

After finishing your beer between quick updates, you noticed he hadn't still come down and decided to go see what he was up to. Opening the door to an oscillating lighting and a low water setting, you saw the whole bathroom lit in candles.

"I thought you would enjoy it." he said, while placing some more and litting them up after.

"Wow, Hobi… This is… wow." you breathed out. All your customary tough attitude seemingly melting along with the wax forming them.

"I'm done." he said after litting the last one while standing. "I'll let you be. The red set of towels is for you." you looked at the hanging towels in the room: grey, black and red. 'Such a cliché from us.' you thought. "Welcome home, Army." he said, kissing your cheek right after, then moved to walk out. Something with his gesture, made you turn around and stop him by the leathers before hugging him from behind. "Yeah… I missed you too…" he let out in almost a whisper before turning around and hugging you back. 

You stayed like that for a bit, before he cleared his throat and softly said "The water is gonna get cold." You saw him smiling as you parted from his body. Your leathers ripping from each other with the warmth of the room and with your nod, he left with a sweet smile.

You closed the door and put your head against it, feeling the moist surface over your skin and you sighed. Your heartbeat had gone wild with it all. Another 'I love you.' stuck in your throat, making it hurt. You would have slammed your head against the wooden surface but decided there was no point. 

Next morning, you woke up with one of the most exorbitant hangovers in history, running straight to the bathroom and throwing up the first meal you had as a baby.  A giggle at the other side of the door, startled you.

"Forgot you didn't drink that much anymore." Jungkook said with a smile.

"I hate you…" you said before another choke let out more of what you thought was already an empty stomach. Another giggle reached your ears.

"I'll get you something for that." he then said before closing the door behind himself. You felt like passing out and sat with your back against the tiles. Your head was spinning and the light from the ceiling was practically blinding you.

"Fuck me…" you cussed.

"Do you need help?" you heard Taehyung on the other side, concerned. 

“It’s okay, love. Just-” another choke and the door swung open with him coming over to hold your hair.

“This is why I don’t drink.” he then muttered, rubbing your back in circles.

“This is why, I, don’t drink.” you replied. When he was sure nothing else was coming out, he flushed the toilet and opened the window to let in some fresh air. Then wet a cloth and placed it on your nape, fresh and awakening.

Going down to the living area, you saw the panorama. Hobi was sound asleep in the darkness behind the french door that separated the living room from the kitchen. Still, you got a glimpse of his naked torso as he hugged the blanket that was supposed to be covering him but didn’t feel right looking anywhere lower. Although you were tempted. 

“If you look at him like that you’ll wake him.” suggested Taehyung taking a sip of his cocoa, hiding a smile. 

“Uh?” you wondered, turning around distractedly. 

“Are you still whipped for him?” wondered  Jungkook calmly, while taking a sip of orange juice before biting into a butter and marmalade toast. You gulped air looking away with squinted eyes. “She is.” he chuckled. You felt nauseated.

“Shut up.” you hissed to him. 

You had  time to drink Jungkook’s hangover Americano, the most watery double shot coffee in the world with two pills of vitamin B and zinc, shove down an ibuprofen and eat a Croque Madame before Hobi was up. Opening the double door with his eyes still closed and still in underwear, he walked inside the kitchen. Your eyes darted down, involuntary, and you turned your seat towards the aisle again, giving your back to him. His mast was standing and Taehyung gave you a look before pronouncing himself. 

“Hobi-hyung. You are naked.” with the most stern face he could make use of and even though aware of that fact you almost choked on air, huffing.

“Fuck.” you heard him say before his steps led him back to the living room. He didn’t put on the Saint Laurent black T-shirt that was wearing the day before but only the trousers. Entering the kitchen, you saw Jungkook’s smirk before he shook his head. “What?” wondered the man in question, grabbing a water bottle as your eyes traveled down his back to his well defined peaches. Instinctively, you bit your lower lip. 

“SO.” said Taehyung very loudly all of a sudden, making him turn around immediately. You got caught. You were fast to look away but he still got the whole glance of it; the lip tucked between your teeth, your eyes on the low of his back. You wanted to smack Taehyung, who surely had done it on purpose. "Are we doing something today?"

"I thought it'd be great to ride the seaside road, all along the coast. The sea is looking beautiful these days with all those gigantic clouds, so I wanted to take some shots." announced Jungkook, serving Hobi an Americano. 

"Woah, sounds great!" replied Hobi with a hearted smile but then dropped it to look at you. "Do you feel like it? After yesterday's journey?" 'Maybe he didn't notice you checking him out… maybe…' you thought.

"I was born to be on top of a bike, Hope. I'd love to." you told him with a wide smile that was replied with his.

"So, who is taking me?" he wondered, looking at the pair at opposite sides of the aisle. They looked at each other and raised a brow before looking at him.

"Only chicks at the back, sorry." both pronounced in perfect sync. He looked at them with parted lips in surprise. 

"Wait, then how-Oh." he looked at you before going slightly shy.  You looked at the pair, who winked at you before Hobi looked at them again. 

"You can get closer, Hobi. It's safer." you told him when he held onto you over the bike, pulling his hands to make him advance on the seat and putting them around your waist. The warmth  of his body against yours, noticeable even through the leathers and you blushed slightly at the sensation. You felt a slight shake coming from him but when you tilted your head to look at him, he only smiled in approval, gently. Showing off his dimples. You turned around flustered, then heard the roar of the starting engine from Jungkook's bike, soon to be followed by yours and Tae's. "Don't do any sudden moves, stay close." you advised Hobi, one more time before pulling behind Jungkook.

The view, as you left the town's premises, was truly a miracle. The high grey clouds over the sea drawing a spectacle on the waves. A storm was meant to hit the shore some time during the evening. To you, it was probably going to hit just in time for you to go back to Jungkook's place. He was precise like that, even with the weather, as if things waited to happen for when he was done doing what he wanted to do. 

At the highest part of the road, on a cliff, Jungkook signaled to stop and it wasn't until you took off your helmet that Hobi moved. 

His face during the ride, through your rear view mirrors was of absolute bliss. He would look at the horizon with peace written all over his demeanor and give you slight looks through the reflecting surface that made your heart skip a beat. You didn't want the moment to end. On top of the bike, sharing your freedom with him and seeing him respond the same way you did the first time you got on a bike, made your heart swell with love. It was one of the most intimate moments you had ever had with anyone. There, the problems disappeared and the rest of the world, on top of those two wheels, seemed to do so too. It was only you and him, the warmth of his body against yours and the fresh air filling your lungs at every breath. 

He seemed to hesitate to get down until you turned and told him that he could do so. Then he offered you his hand to get down, a gesture that you appreciated but also felt a devilish need to mock, until Taehyung pointed out that if he wasn't interested in rubbing your ass with it, he better put it away immediately.

"You bikers are ruthless." Hobi pointed out as you went down and put two hands on his back, you pushed him towards the spot where Jungkook had started his professional camera and was very focused taking different angles of the same image. You hugged Hoseok from the back this time, distractedly, but your heart started to speed up to it, betraying you at the throat. If someone asked you a question you were sure you wouldn't be able to spill a word. When Taehyung approached he gave you a naughty smile that Hobi missed, so amazed by the view you could have sworn you felt him shiver. "The storm is gonna be huge." you heard Hoseok say. "The wind is low but look there." he pointed towards a spot underneath the clouds in the distance. Rain, so much it looked like fog. 

"I know." said Jungkook. "That's why I wanted to make the trip. I want to capture it till the last minute when we are back." he pointed to the Go-pro at the side of his helmet.

"Dude, we are going to get soaked." pointed out Taehyung, caught off guard, leaning over to get a look of his friend past the two of you.

"We won't. Trust me." said Jungkook, calmly. "Let's get back to the wheels." he then added.

You let go of Hobi and went towards your bike obediently, knowing that it was probably the safest choice if you didn't want to mess up time and end up wet to the bones. But he stayed behind as you mounted the bikes. His slender figure, looking like a lost soul with the clouds at the other side. You took your phone out of the inner pocket of your jacket and took a picture of him from that perspective. 

Suddenly, Jungkook got to your side, camera in hand and passed it to you to take the picture again. Once you gave it back to him, he walked towards Hobi and started taking pics of him like a paparazzi until he made him laugh. Hoseok slapped his shoulder between giggles and then Jungkook approached to tell him something in the ear that made Hobi blush and laugh nervously, moving away. 

The next stop was at a little restaurant in the town ahead, to pick up the best cheesecake in the region. Four little cardboard boxes with triangles of cake inside, that were put on Taehyung's bike side bags before you took the road again. Jungkook stopped a few more times, having other spots to take pictures from that side of the road. 

On the last stop you asked Jungkook if you'd have time to stop for some groceries. Since you just moved in, there was stuff that you needed. Before taking that decision you looked at Hobi.

"We meant it. Only chicks at the back." Jungkook said with a chuckle and you rolled your eyes before turning on the engine to advance and gain some time before the storm. You saw them giggle through the right rear-view mirror.

At the grocery store you were thankful there was an area under the roof for bikes where you could park it. You didn't trust the storm to be gentle or give any more warnings.

Hobi stretched a bit as you walked into the practically empty store with the last minute customers rushing through. The contagious frenzy took over you two making you go faster too.

"Let's hurry. I'll pick up half of it. What do you need?" offered Hobi making you stop in the middle of the store. 

"I need avocados, not too mature. Oatmeal, wholegrain snacks, bananas and red apples." you rushed. "Oohohoh rice milk too please!" you shouted when he moved fast towards the other side. 

"Ok!" he shouted back, and you rushed for toiletries. Pads, tampons, razors, cleaning foam, makeup wipes… condoms. You stopped in front of them, thought about Hobi and picked a package without thinking. Less, that he would actually be seeing them. 

He did. You were putting the items on the conveyor belt when he came with the rest and as he placed them his eyes darted towards the packaging. His face changed from his bubbly normal self to a completely unreadable demeanor. He passed behind you to help you get the items at the back.

"Taehyung uses an XL, if you want to change them." he said without looking at you. His tone was irritated, you knew him too well to miss that detail. You got red at the neck, mostly with frustration. 'What the hell even made him think that?' you thought. You ignored him and kept putting items on the bags. 

After paying, when you walked with him carrying your bags, you observed closer. He helped you get the items arranged in your side bags, condoms getting on the bag at his side, jaw clenching, making you finally realise what was going through his mind. He was jealous. You got mixed emotions from it but your body went from the south one. You clenched around nothing. He wanted you. Better said, in his brain, he felt like you were something his.

"They are for you. Idiot." you mouthed out making him raise his eyes from where he'd put them. You looked away, folding the bag to put it on top of your stuff before closing the luggage at your side. He seemed to click and rushed to close his. Then when he sat down behind you he pulled you suddenly so close to his body that you whimpered. His whole energy felt different. Sexual, in the way his hard on was pressed tightly on your rear. Dominant, in how passessive his grip was. As if he was going to flip the top right there and fuck you over your bike. You felt your need drip down through your slit to the lacy fabric of your good-to-go underwear. His ragged breath, against your nape, eliciting goosebumps all over your body. You had never seen that fierce side of Hoseok but you were totally in for it.

You had been there, just sitting, so lost in each other's presence that the storm caught you at the parallel of Jungkook's neighborhood. At his house, both men inside rushed through the open garage to help you in and close it immediately. The leathers and helmets had done nothing to avoid you from getting soaked and you two only took off your shoes and socks before you were suggested to use the bathrooms to shower and get warm before catching a cold. 

You didn't hesitate, you ran upstairs. Only that Hobi did too and pulled you with him inside the bathroom when you hesitated. Giggles could be heard downstairs before he closed the door behind himself, lips pressed against yours way softer than how he'd pushed you against it. His taste intoxicated you, making you want to deepen the kiss but he only pulled away panting to take off his clothes, eyes on you with a mix of emotions bubbling through the surface but the way it pierced under your belly, talked about desire and you mimicked his nakedness just as fast. 

But as rapidly as he had been with all his clothes, he took his damn time before freeing his shaft, making sure you had the full sight of it. You gasped involuntarily, before you tried to remove your underwear. He tsked a no-no and approached pressing his hard on over your tummy, twitching at the contact. You squirmed, internally screaming, hands trying to find support at his nape for your unstable knees. He put his hand at the low of your back pulling your body closer to his, almost printing his shape on your skin, making sure to breathe on your throat as he unclasped your bra. Your skin crawled underneath, breath failing on your throat, making you moan in need; in a way you had never expressed before. Then his hands traveled down your back and he put both his hands underneath the fabric of your panties, on your peaches, squishing, parting them, with a small growl at the back of his throat. 

He then slid the soft clothing to your sides and pushed it down your thighs to the floor. Kissing the flesh on his way, grabbing your ass again and nibbling your hip bone at the right making you mewl and let your head fall backwards. He then stood, taking possession of your mouth while embracing you tightly and leading you towards the shower with his body. There he kept with the sweet kisses. The contrast in his doings, driving you insane. 

A sudden change of intensity in it, making your walls clench and for you to lose your pace. He chuckled against your lips absorbing your erratic breath. 

"I know exactly what you need, baby." he pronounced against your lips. "Unfortunately, we've left the condoms on your bike." he said with a smirk. Completely separating from you and getting under the water, hands cleaning his torso. Member still hard.

"You better finish what you started, Hobi, I swear to God…" you demanded, frustrated and needy. His right hand landed on your throat as he pined you softly towards the tiles. 

"It's your pussy, baby. If you want it in-" he then pulled up one of your thighs at his waist and, squatting a little, aligned with your slick and pushed into his half, silencing your cry with his mouth. Then spoke against it. "You'll get it in." he licked your lower lip and introduced his tongue in your mouth, drawing your palate before pulling out. "But when you want me in…" he whispered in your ear before his hand moved from your throat to your mouth and he pulled out your wet depths to push himself fully in. He growled, chest vibrating against yours. "Fuck… I love how you feel around me…" he grunted against your throat, trying to keep himself in line. You understood, your walls were truly tight against him. His sudden intrusion giving no time to adjust although your wetness, provoking a slight sting as he moved. "But when I'm with you like this. You'll call me daddy and you don't… demand. Understood?" He had clearly made his point firm and you only nodded. "Good girl…" he whispered and bit your earlobe. "Do you want me to keep going, baby?"

"Yess…" you breathed out. "Yes, daddy." you corrected yourself, completely drawn in his hypnotic eyes as he moved to look at you after getting the first weak answer.

"Great…" he whispered, getting close to your lips, making you close your eyes instinctively. "Because I've been crazy for you for years and trust me that, he'd be hurt if you decided to separate them…" he spoke, referring to the parts of your bodies that were connected, making you open your eyes and giggle. He smiled sweetly at you in contrast, getting out of character. 

"Are you trying to brush off that you just confessed?" you asked him with a smile, pulling him for a slow longing kiss. The sort of sigh mixed with his breathing he let out, gave in to how much he had really wanted to be like this with you. How he loved you and longed for you. When you separated something seemed to change in his eyes, love to lust in one second. He pulled your wrist towards the tiles behind at the sides of your head, slowly and gently at first.

"I thought I told you to call me daddy." He then pulled out, almost to the tip and pushed back in, deep; owning it. The low cry escaping you as he did, made him twitch. You knew he was too turned on.

"Have you been practicing all this duality thing, daddy?" you asked, daring, once you caught your breath. That earned you another pounding, softer this time and you started to acknowledge his shape with your lower body. It felt good. He felt good. His body against yours, the abs against your tummy, his hips. How he filled you. "Trying to please me… daddy?" you dared again. He didn't move but stared at your eyes, swallowing you in his.

"Thing is, Army, that I know how to please you… We are best friends…" he moved to whisper in your ear. "I know what turns you on since you started to get turned on." Your skin prickled in goosebumps to his words. "See." he said, lowering a hand from your wrist tracing over the bothered skin before he grabbed it again and started to move inside of you. So molded, so well placed he seemed to just know how your body was made. His grunts against your neck made your breath impossible to catch. His whole energy, his whole existence, exuded something that was overwhelmingly fantastic. The orgasm, just by how long you had wanted to be underneath him, built quick and exploded just as such. Catching your breath in your throat in a high pitched moan that turned into cries as he started fucking you through it at a dangerous pace. Hips slamming against yours, sounding through the bathroom with your voices. 

When the second was about to hit you, he covered your mouth, holding your wrists above your head with only one hand. As it hit you, you felt him spill, and the kink you had over that, only intensified the orgasm, making you cry even louder. His grunts, everything, made your brain go insane. 

After getting out of the shower, he offered to give you a massage and was very concerned about whether you were comfortable walking or if he had hurt you in any way.

"I got a bit carried away, love." he confessed, hugging you. "I should have been more romantic in our first time…"

"So you plan on repeating then?" you replied, cheekily, catching him by surprise. He seemed taken back.

"Won't you?" his previous smile had faded into a cloudy expresion.

"Hobi." you snapped him out of it.

"Hm?" he tried to smile.

"I love you too." you told him, grabbing his face to kiss him gently. The hug that proceeded was full of hope.

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A/N: I'm starting a schedule that I hope will be possible and will bring lots of content to this page.

I hope you enjoyed this first part 🤭 Let me know your thoughts. See you soon! ~

Thanking @bangtanscotyeondan for the beta work 💜

THE WAITER - CHAPTER 1: REMINISCENCE

🍵 Let me serve you this story. 🍵

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: 4109

Chapter warnings: explicit smut, slight angst, alcohol intoxication

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You enter the restaurant retreating from the rain that is pouring outside nicely in little drops that fall and slide over the surface of your umbrella. You love rainy days, especially when you can stay inside enjoying a nice meal. The dark clouds disturbing the sunrays predicted a coming storm, so you decided to come earlier since you don't wish to drive during a thunderstorm.

You close the umbrella and pull down the hood of your jacket, smoothing your hair to look presentable again. Then, as you leave the umbrella aside in its stand, you inspect the room in case any of your friends have made it to the place before you. It's not a surprise to see you are the first, so you sit at the bar to get a drink while you wait for them to arrive or a table to be cleared.

The place is packed and that's supposedly how it normally is, or so your friend has said. Being an informal restaurant looking more cozy than fancy with ash wood all around and matching center light fix with lamps, that give a delightful air to the whole space. Plus, the food is upscale, healthy, and affordable. This definitely fits attributes and aesthetic that always attracts people. 

She has also said some of the waiters are cute and that's the main reason she's been eating here all week even though her work and home are almost at the other side of the city. You roll your eyes to the thought but have to hold your mouth from going agape when the bar waiter gets in front of you.

“How may I help you?” asks the  brown curly haired guy with the name Taehyung written on his tag. He looks like he was taken from a magazine: big eyes that pierce into your soul, perfect nose, perfect cheekbones, jaw, lips, tall, kind of built. The definition of handsome made flesh. Then a specific someone comes to mind; 'He too was the definition of handsome.'  You brush the thought away immediately.

“Could you serve me some green tea? Thank you.” you say, trying to not stare at him directly but failing miserably. Taehyung simply nods and gives you a gentle smile before moving to prepare it. Then you turn on your seat looking towards the tables to see if anyone is leaving.

He passes in front of you, closely. 

Blonde this time, a huge contrast to the black hair he wore when you two first met. You turn back around immediately, giving your back to the tables that he is serving. 

From all the places you had to go meet with your friends, it had to be where he's working. Your hand smooths your hair again, instinctively.

You give a side look towards him and regret it instantly, looking back to the front. He looks so fine in his waiter attire: the black t-shirt and trousers adjusting to his perfectly defined muscles, his helpful attitude, and the grey apron only sweeten the image. His face looks even more angelic with the hair colour but your eyes focus on his full lips as he speaks to the clients sitting in front of him. You swallow and look away again.

The reminiscence of how those lips felt against yours, so soft, so warm, makes yours tingle. The taste of his mouth as he deepened the kiss, still fresh and printed in your brain. His tongue. Probably the only thing that's evil in him.

Your skin crawls, rising in goosebumps and you feel like you could break a sweat if you look at him again. 

“Here you go, ma’am.” interrupts your thoughts the other waiter places the warm drink in front of you. ‘A hot drink, exactly what I need…’ you think sarcastically.

"Thank you." you say with a polite smile.

You think about leaving but the cosmos seems to be playful today.

“Please, Taehyung-ah pass this note to the kitchen.” says his soft voice and you instinctively tilt your head to look. The other waiter nods and grabs the note, turning to disappear right after, but he doesn’t move. His eyes do, however, and stares sideways.

“Hello, kitten.” he whispers, giving you a smirk before turning around to go do his job. 

You breathe out the air you didn’t know you were holding and try to focus on spinning around the drink you have in front of you, in order to not follow him with your eyes, you focus them at the bottom of the dark liquid.

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‘I can’t believe I’m doing this again…’ you thought while putting on a short deep purple dress with long sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. You matched it with sparkly cream high heels, simple make up with a dramatic cat eye, and a simple set of silver jewelry. ‘If they get back together again… I’m suing her for fucking up my liber…’ you thought as you picked up your purse from the entrance. 

An hour later your friend was drunk to the brim and trying to phone her ex. Nothing you said was getting through her determined, stubborn willpower, and you couldn't take her phone away from her without causing a scene. No matter how hard you would try to convince her, she still went out to the terrace of the rooftop club to call him. 

That was when you met him.

As you moved to the bar to order another drink to drown down the disappointment, your elbows crashed. Both of you apologised but instead of looking away and going back to your business, you both kept staring.

“Hello, I’m Jimin.” he said, bowing politely. 

“Hello, Jimin. I’m Ares.” you replied, also bowing. 

You started small talk that led to a much longer conversation about any subject that came to mind but the tension between you was palpable. There was a force, like magnets, that was pulling you together and your eyes kept absentemently falling on each other's lips. 

The stares, how you were lost in each other's eyes, like memorizing the strands that formed the colour in your irises; how they would only shift to learn a detail on the other's body. The way his hand brushed your knee when it went up from his side to call the waiter's attention. The scent of his neck when he leaned forward because the noise didn’t allow him to hear what you were saying. The way he flipped his hair backwards a few times during the conversation. All of it made you want to leave with him.

The way you bit your lip when he flirted. How your hand met his over the bar when you picked up your drink. When you tried to clear the sugar from the Cherry Blossom cocktail, that he tried because of you, from his bottom lip. Your subtle gestures made him want to kiss your thumb. Made him want to kiss you right there but held himself from it. He wanted to leave with you.

A moment later you went out to check on your best friend leaving him alone at the bar for a moment, just as an excuse to get some fresh air and your conscience back. He was an overwhelming stimulus for your senses and you needed to think twice before leaving with a complete stranger. You wanted to keep feeling that, let yourself drown on that sensation until you were drunk and numb from him. You wanted him, badly, but couldn’t leave your friend behind. 

What you saw outside made you almost blush but also jump internally. Your friend was kissing with a guy you didn’t recognise but you were sure wasn't her ex. Not wanting to disturb her, you walked back inside and saw Jimin talking with another woman. When he saw you, he excused himself and came to you. 

“Is everything ok?” he asked, with a soft smile.

“Yes, she’s fine.” you replied, discreetly avoiding to discover your friend’s make out session in a public place.

“I was wondering if you might like to go somewhere else… Somewhere with less noise.” he said, swallowing after his words and breathing a little bit arrhythmically through his nose. His eyes were burning in desire, matching your own. You just nodded and you both left for the elevator. 

You stayed next to each other until the couple that was with you inside the metallic box got off a few floors down. 

Then it was over. 

You synchronised. Your back met the wall as you turned at the same time he did towards you and his hands engaged on your hips as he pulled you close for a kiss. Yours rested on his shoulders craving to touch the muscles underneath.

His soft lips closed on your bottom, inviting, and your lips parted as a response. Then you engaged in a breathy kiss, light and smooth, but when you slid your fingers through the hair on his nape, Jimin deepened the kiss. Your lips slid against each other, moist and hungry. You pulled his bottom lip between your teeth, slowly, and Jimin pressed you harder with his body against the wall while taking in a deep breath through his nose. His mouth devoured yours and a slight moan left your throat when he involuntarily pressed his hardness against your lower body. 

Then one hand moved to your nape and he slid his tongue inside your parted lips. Playfully, it brushed with the tip between your teeth pushing from the back to draw you closer, then danced over your tongue before you responded. 

It was numbing, overwhelming. Like a first kiss. Your senses took in every little detail: his taste on your buds, the fullness of his lips against your own, the way his hands were trying to keep hold of you as if he wanted your bodies to melt together, and how his worked up breath revealed what you were already feeling through the crotch of his pants. His scent. A scent that made you lightheaded from the very beginning. The kind of scent that stays with you in the morning and comes to mind when you think of him.

He breathed you in when his mouth travelled from your jaw to your throat. Had he ever smelled something similar? He wanted you with every inch of his body. His body felt enraged in the extasis of lust. He wanted to be inside of you. Badly. 

He had to stop. 

The little speed difference from the machine alerted him and he moved away quickly pulling you with him, to look composed. Your breaths, however, betrayed you in front of the group of guys that entered the elevator but they minded their own business as you walked outside.

He kept his hand on your waist, accompanying you through the parking lot. 

He had to contain himself from getting on top of you right then and there when you got inside the car, his right hand resting on your knee while he tried to keep his eyes on the road.

Popped on the screen of your phone when you opened it to try to contact your friend and try to keep yourself distracted from the circles his thumb was describing over the naked skin.

You sent, going straight to the point. It took a long minute to get an answer.

You chuckled and Jimin took his attention off the road, seeing you smile at the phone. His hand moved instinctively lower, getting a better grip on you. You swallowed, not only to the contact but the dominant energy that came along with it.

You wrote down before moving your hand on top of Jimin’s, caressing it to show interest and to keep it from going lower.

You turned off the screen, knowing who your friend was with meant some safety for her and something less to worry about. Still, you wouldn't break the law you were working so hard to keep respected during the week.

You smiled at Jimin and inspected the car when he stopped giving glances and focused back on the road. The car was clean and it had a sweet smell to it, like peaches, and it all kind of matched his image: nice, clean, and sexy. 

He tangled his fingers in yours, trying to control himself from sliding his hand underneath your skirt. It wasn’t his style to be so careless but it was difficult for him to control himself from exploring you, from acting like a senseless fuckboy when it normally was as easy as breathing for him.

What were you doing to him? How could someone he just met drive him insane just like that?

While he parked, you felt the tingle of excitement run through your body. He pushed his hair backwards again, after taking out the keys from the ignition, and smirked at you before asking to wait for a second. Then he got out of the car and walked around to open the door for you. When you exited, he closed the door and locked the car, placing his hand at your back to lead you towards his apartment building.

“I live with a friend but he’s out of town visiting his family, so we have the flat to ourselves tonight.” he said as he opened the door to the hall of the building. “Please, go first.” he gestured with his hand towards the inside and you stepped in. It was similar to your own building and it comforted you. 

Another elevator led you to the fifth floor.

Jimin kissed you, retaking it where you'd left it from the previous one. He bit on the juncture between your jaw and neck, making you strangle a moan. He handled you to be able to slide his hips between your legs and held you slightly up on his, only to get as close to you as possible. Your hands messed the collar of his shirt when gripping in it through the kiss. 

When the elevator slowed down, Jimin bit you low with his body before letting you stand and you thought you lost the response of your legs for a second. Then he gave you a quick peck while the elevator doors opened and pulled you by the hand towards the corridor. 

He had never rushed so much to open his main door. 

Once you both walked inside, the door was closed and two beasts were unleashed. He crashed you against the door, kissing you passionately. Your breaths were staggered as you tried to get rid of each other's first layers of clothes while keeping up with the kiss. 

He had no problem finding the zipper at the back of your dress,  nor pulling the piece of clothing down because you made it easy for him. Still kissing, you stepped out of the shoes and pooling dress on the floor. You struggled a little with his buttons so he slid the shirt over his head and you moved your hands to his belt, unbuckling it quickly and unzipping his pants. He didn't give you the chance to pull them further down his asscheeks as he grabbed you by the thighs and made your back meet the next wall while resting you over his hips. 

He kissed you again, more composed, still breathless but trying to control himself from fucking you at the entrance of his house. Even with that, his hips killed you, he rubbed against you as if he was, indeed, fucking you and you felt the fabric at the middle of your plum coloured underwear starting to soak. His mouth was equally hungry for you and kept on muffling your mewls while he gave smirks to your responses.

Suddenly, the lights turned on and you realised he had been keeping you entertained while trying to find the switch. Then he walked, without putting you down and meeting a few walls on the way to give himself the chance to bite you with his body again. At that point you felt lightheaded again but didn't want him to stop, nor slow down.

Finally in his room, turning the lights on, he allowed you down and kicked his shoes off all while smirking at you. You took the chance to observe him and you would have sworn you'd seen an Olympus god. He had a few tattoos that you hadn't noticed before but looked so well on him. His body was so perfectly built and defined you couldn't wait to touch it to make sure you weren't hallucinating.  

"Impressed?" he asked while smirking, his trousers were also abandoned on the floor at that point and he pushed his hair backwards again while cutting the last distance between your bodies in a way that made you shiver. Although you are tall, he towered over you and sneaked to peck you before making you walk backwards by placing his hands at your waist, thumbs defining the line of your ribs. 

He knew exactly what he was doing but there was no way on earth you would judge it or stop it. 

So you sat on the bed and leaned in it submissively. "Move up, please." he asked, and crawled with you, never losing eye contact, until you stopped at the pillows. Then he pulled your knees up and leaned over you making your legs embrace him at the waist while attacking your throat. You moaned, frustrated with the teasing. You felt his smirk against your skin before he chuckled. "I know what you want, purring kitten." he said, leaning backwards. His naughty and flirty look was on full display while he observed your expression. "It has gone through…" he insinuated, looking down and moving slightly up to show the little spot of wetness over his boxers, at the middle of his shaft, coming from you. He chuckled again when your eyes met, his forming a thin line showing off his divertment. You swallowed and his eyes ran through your body before he reached to the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a condom. "Hm?" he teased, while showing the metallic packaging. 

Then he kneeled and freed his shaft from the clothing. It sprung out, beautifully hard and wanting. He ripped the packaging with two hands and placed it over, frowning slightly as he adjusted it, making sure it was correctly placed. Then his hands landed on both sides of your panties, pulling them down with the help of your rising hips and discarded them just as quickly. 

Leaning forward resting an arm next to your head, he kissed you, demanding, before the other took hold of your hip and his tip found your entrance without lead. He pushed part of himself in, slowly, and then pulled back out. Then in again, noticing the ease on the slide but also the tightness of your walls. He bit your lower lip as he pushed himself further in, deep, making you gasp and flicker your lashes while gripping harder on his shoulders.

"I'm sorry." he apologised. He had lost it for a second. 

"It's ok." you whispered between breaths as he moved slow and carefully to size you up while still looking at you from above. "You don't need to hold down…" you said, noticing the effort and control he was putting on every move he was making.

He chuckled before lowering his upper body to give you a melting kiss, his pace accompanied its rhythm and it wasn't exactly slow. It was as if practised, knowing exactly how to move inside of you, how to grip on your body to ease the task on himself, and how to caress in a way that made your skin burn and raise in goosebumps. All, with a little gap between pleasure and satisfaction, for you to keep craving. He was a teaser. 

He was exploring, he didn't just want to please you and please himself. He wanted to know what you liked about what he was doing, how far he could take it before making you explode without exploding himself. He bit, kissed, and caressed through every inch he could in that position while trying to keep the pace but he lost it. When the pinch he gave to one of your nipples made your moan sound a certain way, it sent a shiver through his body. 

His hand went back to your hip and conscience be damned. He thrusted hard but painless yet your eyes went wet with tears through the pleasure. His mouth was still busy on your throat, the little pain you felt in it made you realise he had given you a hickey, the chuckle and the low apology that came right after only confirmed it. At that point you were simply too lost in the pleasure to care.

He repositioned himself quickly, hitting the right spot inside of you in such a way, that when he gripped on your thigh to go deeper the orgasm caught you by surprise. The high pitched moan that escaped your throat in that moment only motivated him to keep going with it, forgetting the release he was so close to reach just seconds before. 

He pulled out and shifted you, placing you flat on your stomach over the bed and penetrating you from behind, right after. You raised your hips, creating more contact and allowing him deeper, making him groan.

"Good kitten." he encouraged, while gripping on your hips and pounding on you. 

You mistakenly tried to hold your weight on your elbows to look at him, he raised your hips and you fell forward on your forearms making your chin touch the bed. You gripped the sheets while the flesh against flesh, your moans, and his low groans, filled the room. You closed your eyes and smiled, enjoying it all.

Suddenly his arm went around your waist and he pulled you up kissing on your jaw from the side while the other hand reached to your bud. He circled on it while giving steady and deep pounds. It seemed like he could never get tired.

"Jimin-" you moaned.

"I know." he said against your skin, increasing the pace of his hips and his fingers. "Say it." he said, pounding even harder. "Say it!" 

"Jimin-aah!" you screamed as you reached the climax. He pounded you through it but you noticed a sudden change in his movements.

"Damn…" he groaned low and kept groaning while giving deep and slow thrusts in you. His twitches and tight grip on your body gave up now that he had reached his own.

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You have to press your legs together remembering how hot it all was. How that wasn't the only time you did it during the night.

The cling sound of the little bell at the door brings you back to reality and alerts you of someone entering the restaurant. When you turn around you almost fall from the stool. Your best friend enters with the exact same guy she was making out with at the club that night. Not that you didn't know she was dating, she just seems to have forgotten to mention that little detail. You stand up and go to them, trying to look as clueless as possible.

"Good to see you!" she says as you approach and you both hug. "Let me introduce you to Jung Hoseok." you both bow. "Hobi, this is Marney Ares, my best friend." 

"Pleasure to meet you." you both say in unison. When his eyes move to the side and he nods to someone behind you, you also look in that direction and see how Jimin nods to him back.

The cosmos definitely has something prepared for today. 

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There's other 10 more writen already, so stay tuned for the next one! See you in Tuesday 15th!

A/N: The OC's (your) name will be Ares Marney which is an anagram of Army Surname (as if name and surname) 😊

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Sabini: Were you dropped on your head as a child?!

Tommy: Bold of you to assume I was held!

Sabini:

Tommy:

Sabini: Are you okay?

THE WAITER

💕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, Mafia AU

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

⚠️Work warnings: explicit smut, tension, rivalry, jealousy, possessiveness, love triangle. (Be aware of the warnings in every chapter.)

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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 Tuesday 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. :)

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Chapter 1: REMINISCENCE

Chapter 2: DISCLOSURE

Chapter 3: THE DEVIL YOU KNOW

Chapter 4: RIVALRY

Chapter 5:

Chapter 6:

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

Alfie: Why is there a pentagram on the floor?

Ollie: You told me to satanise the room.

Alfie: No, I said sanitise.

Tommy: *Enters the room*

Alfie: OH NO, IT’S WORKING!