LE BEAU GARON

LE BEAU GARÇON

💕Pairing: Taehyung x Reader 

📝Summary: A little piece of smut of a bigger plot/story.

✏️Genre/au: Smut, Canon, Paris hotel room

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 1769

⚠️warnings: explicit smut

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Only the candles illuminate the room as you take in the view of Paris from the window. At night time, the dim lights that fill up the streets and bring that romantic air all around the city make it look even more breathtaking, giving you a hint of why Taehyung loves it so much.

Without too much thought, you draw a heart on the window and write his name in Hangul plus yours, shaking your head to clear its silliness before finishing your glass of red wine. Not knowing how to feel, you take the snuffer and start extinguishing the candles. It’s not that it bothers you that he’s still out because at the end of the day, it was you who told him to enjoy his night after the show and left, although he asked you to stay for a little bit longer. But jet-lag was being bad on you since you had no sleep on the plane and couldn’t adjust to the clock difference. 

You had napped for four hours and woke up in the middle of the night to an empty bed. The silly thought of him coming back, all hyped from meeting people at any moment, made you fill up the room with candles and prepare the heated soaking tub. Only to end up drinking half a bottle of wine on your own as you look through the window like a lovesick Juliette, waiting for Romeo to serenade her. 

This made you feel very stupid. 

After the last candle, you go brush your teeth and settle for bed again, drifting to sleep easily with the help of Dyonisius to Morpheos’ arms. It is when you are  about to dream that you feel warmth on your back and wet lips on your jawline. You suddenly open your eyes in confusion. 

Taehyung looks at you and as you turn to face him, you can feel the intensity from his eyes, although you're pretty sure he can't see much with the soft light from outside. However, he doesn’t give you much time to think because his lips meet yours in a sloppy kiss and you can tell by the taste of old fine whiskey that he’s probably past his tipsy point. Your conscience doesn’t allow you to accept what his hand sliding down your abdomen insinuates he wants to do, so you grab his wrist gently and pull his hands away from your pelvic bone.

“Let’s sober you up, ok?” you mutter lovingly and slip out of bed, pulling him with you. He doesn’t say a single word but doesn’t object either, and lets you guide him to the bathroom where you turn the light on and see his expression. He’s unreadable and looks tired from having partied so much. The beautiful shiny shirt and the leather jacket have been abandoned somewhere in the room or the little living-room area before the suite, and his bare chest is on display. His skin smells like a mix of alcohol, tobacco and a slight sweat that makes his own scent be the predominant thing your brain catches on to. 

He watches you kneel and aim for his belt to unbuckle it, stares meeting the second you unzip his pants. Pulling them down his muscular legs, you look at the front and swallow the moment his hard member springs out. 

Still, you don't give up your goal and  help him out of his pants before standing to guide him to the porcelain clawfoot tub and it’s then he pulls you against him. Out of nowhere, his hard tool presses against your silver silk covered peaches, as he nuzzles on your nape. “Taehyung, just get in the bathtub, please.” you ask him nicely, although he doesn’t seem willing to let you go, at all. But he does and it’s then, as he gets inside and sits that his hand still on yours becomes your curse as he pulls down. You lose your balance and as you fall on top of him, his smirk tells you everything. “You tricked me.” you complain, furrowing your eyebrows, to what he only smiles wider and it makes you let out a giggle. 

Without warning, he pulls you closer to him and aims to get rid of your top without much resistance from you.  “Wait, let me grab the soap.” you tell him,  as he tries to pull your shorts past your ankles. But as you move towards the other end tub, he grabs you by the hips and stays on his knees behind you, stopping your move.

His tip plays with your folds before he grunts and you feel a warm, thick liquid touch them, that you can easily differentiate  from the water. When you tilt your head to look at him, as you stop feeling his thick head, you see him wipe off the transparent liquid from his tip before washing it off from your folds. “I’m sorry.” he apologises nicely, with good boy eyes and you just shake your head with a calm expression. Then he pulls you against his body abruptly, shaft sneaking between the hug of your legs with one arm at your waist and the other above your wet breasts to draw them with his fingers. His lips kiss and nibble at the curve of your neck while he’s caressing every curve to the nipples like a brush over a new canvas. His long fingers elicit moans, before he teases your core by dragging his member through in its position, stimulating you and himself until he can feel the drip falling over his velvety skin. 

Pulling out from the soft cage, the arm at your hip abandons its position, as his hand helps him guide the full tip through your entrance; playing in and out.  Another  drip of your slick helps his movements and he slides in more than he was aiming for, losing it for a second with a growl against your nape. “Take me… Do whatever you want with me…” you mutter, closing  your eyes, feeling all the sensations he’s managed to give you in just a few minutes. His arm meets your hip again and dragging out a bit, he gets back in, saving the last distance to the depths of your core and you both moan at the same time. 

“Ah shibal…” he whispers against your nape before you notice the tightness of his balls against you. “Don’t move, please.” he pleads and you only nod, giving him the time to relax and go control his peak, while  pressing  his lips on your nape. Seconds later,  he chuckles against your skin and kisses it lovingly. “I’m sorry.” he apologises rubbing his nose before he rolls his hips making you close your eyes again. His girth caress your depths so well, it feels like they are made to mould together, so good, you accompany the move.

That little test of control  makes him growl with his mouth closed against your head, boring his eyes on you but you do it again and again, until he moves his hand from your breasts to your throat.   He lets out a groan as he goes deeper inside, telling you who is in charge. “Ok, ok…” you submit to him and he releases the threat to your throat.   Although it had no pressure, whatsoever, it still leaves your skin remembering the touch. 

His hand slides down your sternum,  this time to your right hip, while the other takes the other side and he starts to move very slowly. Although you can’t see his face, you can tell exactly what his features depict and you know he is showing off his dominance this way, too. The brat in you stirs, just enough for you to be willing to just move backwards and fuck yourself with his shaft. But the way you can feel every detail of him in your walls makes you roll your eyes backwards and stay still. 

You hear him chuckle, just a  second before he starts pounding into you, dragging the last inch before his tip touches your cervix, making you have to hold to  the edges of the tub to keep your position. His moves become merciless and you feel the tension in your lower belly turn into electricity the moment he rubs your clit. Making you explode in blinding ecstasy as you moan your high out of your throat. 

Taehyung doesn’t stop there and pulling you against his chest by the hair, he thrusts into you relentlessly, while growling in your ear, biting your neck and shoulder until you whine. Then letting go off your hair, allowing you to bend and recover your breath by slowing down, he orders in a low octave. “C’mon, little brat. Now, you can roll those pretty hips all you want.” 

You do as he says, feeling the after effects inside of you and how even stretched, the rawness of his moves has left your slit sensitive to every new intrusion of his shaft and you can’t avoid whining  a little bit to your every move. Noticing that, he leans over you, “Ok, baby, you can stop.” and with that he pulls off, letting you fall on your butt in the water. Then you turn to see he’s still hard and throbbing, and without too much thought you hold on to his  hip, looking at him in the eye before turning your body to take him in your mouth.

Introducing him as deep as you can, he is the one to grab the edges of the tub to stay steady this time, hissing to control the impel his hips urge to take. To his relief, you bob your head a few times before resting his  tip at the back of your tongue, sucking him while you press him inside your mouth. A low and long, throaty growl outflows him the moment you put one of your hands on his ballsack and caress it. Your other hand takes possession of the log, helping the sucking while you stimulate him. The moment you hear a low cracked moan, your throat prepares for the spill. His taste tickles your buds as the head spits one rope of cum after another, before he pulls out. Then he stares at you, mouth-closed looking at him calmly before you swallow, and his eyes bulge before he smirks. “So mine.”

“Je t’aime.” you pronounce with a love-hooded stare, making him change his expression to mimic yours.

“Je t’aime aussi.” he replies, taking you by surprise with endearment and then he moves to pull you up into a hug. 

“Ouh là là…” you reply, making him sit without letting go of the embrace. “Paris does make things to you, beau garçon.” He chuckles, knowing exactly what you mean.     

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DON'T DO THIS TO ME WOMAN

💕Pairing: Yoongi x Reader 

📝Summary: A little piece of smut of a bigger plot/story.

✏️Genre/au: Smut, Canon, Long time relationship

✏️Rating: 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 1502

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut

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"I don't give a shit, I don't give a fuck~" you singsong to a cracking up Yoongi. "But hey, it was hot somehow" you say raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, was it?" he replies with that criminal smirk of his, mimicking your last seductive motion before moving to kiss your forehead. 

"I mean… It was a statement and it was a very confident move. Not many would say that out loud in this country," you said, with determination, "I'm so proud of you." The swell in your heart as you say those words turns to butterflies in your stomach as he gives you a sweet smile. 

His duality has no mercy on you because it is everything. You have the genius, tough, 8.8 syllables per second rapper and the ‘show don’t tell’ caring boyfriend who gives you the best hugs in the world when you are alone. Then he has moments where he relaxes and will show his beautiful gummy smile, or do something on the level of his stage name, that makes you want to throw yourself and koala him and never let him go. 

"Do you need a napkin?" he asks all of a sudden, bringing you back from your memories, making you frown in confusion, “For the drool,” he says, raising an eyebrow and smirking. You slap his arm feigning annoyance and he chuckles before a naughty smile prints on his face. 

“I mean, I’m okay with it but the carpet is new and I would really appreciate some consideration,” he keeps on going and your outrage draws an ‘o’ in your mouth, making him chuckle again. This time when you try to slap him he grabs your wrist and pulls you, making your eight wheeled chair advance against his, drawing you in front of his computer where he had been mixing. The hum through his nose brings back your attention from his screen and he looks at your lips before speaking, Come on, don’t be so grumpy” he says before biting his lower one and meeting your eyes again. 

He then pulls you forward, lips meeting yours with a sweet sound. “Hm?” he hums, raising an eyebrow to you and bites his lower lip again. “Let’s go rest a little bit on the sofa.” he suggests, standing and letting go of your wrist to slide his hand against yours and entwine your fingers together to guide you.

You know the way he wants to take that rest and you are eager for that intimacy, specially since the last time you two made out was probably more than a month ago because he’s been to busy for you to meet the way you are doing it today. He allows you to lie down on your side first and then puts a knee on the sofa to slide right in front of you. 

“Missed this.” you mutter putting the other hand over his porcelain perfect cheek. He gets closer to kiss you with a slow pecking sound and places his hand over your thigh to guide it over his, getting your bodies closer and pushing against your mouth for a proper kiss. You give in sweetly,  the flavour of his mouth against yours driving you so insane you nibble on his lower lip and provoking low groan that elicits goosebumps all over your body.

Sex has been a threat for a few months now and you can’t say you aren’t willing to take the step with him. It freaks you out a little bit but it’s appetising when Yoongi has a boner while you are meddling about in his studio sofa, just like it’s happening at this very moment. He presses it against your lower half instinctively, letting out another groan that makes an electricity wave turn your butterflies into a lowering tension that concentrates in your core. But he moves away, frowning before retaking the kiss and then his hand travels from your calf up your thigh, underneath the loose white shorts you are wearing, drawing the curve of your cheek over your panties. 

“If I do something that makes you uncomfortable or you don’t like it, tell me,” he whispers against your lips and after you nod his are back to yours. His hand travels down the curve to your core, still over the fabric of your panties, your sensitive folds respond immediately and your nub tenses with anticipation. When two of his calloused digits caress it, you lose your breath instantaneously. Yoongi hums a smirk against your lips before deepening the kiss and rubbing a second time, making you whine against his tongue, where he chuckles but keeps showing you his ability. 

He starts drawing slow circles against your joy point and you lose your battle against the moan trapped in your throat, making him hold your lower lip breathing in between his teeth as he tries to control himself. But the moment you give in to the need and buck your hip against his fingers he is done. Sliding backwards his fingers define your folds and he finds out your panties are damp, which makes him growl and aim for a breathtaking kiss that makes your head spin. 

Finding his strength again or having placated his lust a little bit with his mouth, he slides his fingers underneath the fabric to touch on your wet mess directly which makes him make the low sound again. All his need and want only add to your excitement and he feels the flood over his digits driving him absolutely insane, his covered shaft presses against your pelvis and your bud, and he rubs against you a few times before collecting your juices and drive his two wet fingers over your clit. There the circles and his actions have you moaning against his unstoppable tongue while he still humps you without mercy: if someone could hear the two of you, they would probably think he’s railing you for good but you couldn’t care less.

To his surprise a strangled high pitched moan escapes your mouth as you hit and orgasm at the same time his oversensitive member spits precum against his batman boxer shorts, he damns himself for not choosing better-looking underwear, although you know by heart that’s what he has in his drawers. 

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath moving his nose under your chin.  “I really want to do it right now,” he explains, making his best efforts to not lie you on your back.

“Me too…” you admit in a whisper and he abandons his hiding spot to look at you directly. Your pink cheeks and hooded eyes make him swell all over, pride and lust filling him to the brim, almost beating his brain.

“I just-This is not the way I planned our first time to be. There’s nothing special in it, I have no candles and this is a damn sofa.” he grumbles, disappointed.

“You had a plan?” you wonder, eyes wide open now, surprised and endeared.

“Yes,” he suddenly blushes before huffing with embarrassment. But you find the whole thing adorable and can’t avoid the sound that you describe. “Don’t ‘aww’ me.” he spits, putting on a grimace, offended, but you do it again and hug him, rolling him on his back as you kiss his face all over. 

“Yoongi is always so considerate.” you whisper against his cheeks and then “saranghae.” before kissing his lips, having his hands describe the curve of your back, up to you shoulder blades and deepening the kiss. His hard on still pressed against your abdomen reminding you the lust you are playing against. “But anything, if it’s with you, feels special.” you reassure him, rolling your hips against his shaft making him groan in despair. 

“Woman, I mean it… I don’t want us to do this here,” he mutters, trying to make you stop by rushing out his hands to your hips, “I really want to make it special.”

“But-” you suddenly blush and think about how whimsical you are being or better said how lust is getting the best of you.

“‘But’ what?” he wonders, with an intense look as he smiles seductively and you blush even harder, making him chuckle.

“But I want to feel you-inside.” you say, slapping your shyness to a corner and making his eyes bulge, erasing that cocky attitude from his face. Then he closes his eyes and hisses, staying immobile.

“Shibal…” he curses before opening his eyes again. “You-” he hisses again and at this point you can’t even guess what he is thinking. All of a sudden, with two twists of his body, he has you underneath him, “You are driving me insane woman. What do I do now, huh? What you just said-” he says and then shows his teeth at the right side in that gesture so his, that’s so cool and drives you completely insane. 

Involuntarily you grind against him and he looks at you dumbfounded, before looking up and biting his lower lip, “Fuck it-”  

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Polly: While I’m gone, Arthur you’re in charge.

Arthur: Yes!

Polly, whispering: You’re actually in charge.

Tommy: Obviously.

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 - 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.

~W~

‘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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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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