Alfie: Why Is There A Pentagram On The Floor?

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!

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

Arthur: Yes!

Polly, whispering: You’re actually in charge.

Tommy: Obviously.

THE WAITER - Chapter 2: DISCLOSURE

🍵Let me bring you some tea🍵

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: 4169

Chapter warnings: possessiveness, secret relationships, past secrets

<<<Chapter 1 | Main list | Chapter 3>>>

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Jimin’s eyes set on you for a second before diverting his attention back to placing the plates on the table. Yours go back to your friend's companion, noticing how he is staring at you with his eyebrows slightly up but relaxes his demeanour as soon as your gaze meets his. 

"Well, have you been waiting long?" she inquires, drawing your attention to her. She seems weirded out, somehow. Guessing it’s because you might be giving a dumbfounded look and  you do your best to compose yourself.

"I'm not sure, I got lost in my thoughts but I don't think it's been long." you reply, meeting her eyes. "Who else is coming? Eunbyeol didn't tell me much about this.  She only said to come here to have lunch and meet up." you explain, trying to make sure there’s no uncomfortable silence without actually mentioning anything that has to do with both of them. Since she hasn’t talked about it, you’re sure she will drag you to the restroom today, at some point. It's kind of her thing since middle school after all.

"Yeah. I think she was being smart, she thought you would say no and she really wanted to do this." she comments, in front of a slightly confused Hoseok. If you are honest with yourself, her last statement is very true. You can only imagine what all this secrecy is about and you wouldn't have come if she'd told you. "I know they wanted to introduce us to some of Namjoon's friends from the university.” ‘There it goes.’ “Something about people from his other circles that she thinks we would get along with–To be honest she was busy, I was busy, and I couldn't get a proper hold on what she was saying, but we get to see them and I'm happy about that." she says. ‘Just a poor excuse to set up a group blind date.’ you think, also taking notice of the fact that Sofie is lying. She knows the exact reason for this but doesn't want to say it in front of Hoseok which makes sense.

What doesn't, is him being here if this is a group blind date. Them being on a date alone wouldn't make much sense either, but the fact that she's going to introduce a guy she had casual sex with, after breaking up with her boyfriend, to her closer group, it's difficult to understand. Very out of how things are done, socially speaking. 

The hosts, Namjoon and Eunbyeol, who are married to each other, have been your best friends for four years and even though they are very understanding, you really doubt they will think it isn’t odd. They wouldn’t frown on Sofie for it, of course, but they would probably think it was best for her to come alone.

However you put it, they are like a romantic novel made flesh and that probably puts some subconscious pressure into finding the right person for the rest of their friends. They weren't a couple back when you met them, but it all was kind of destiny. There was something that always made them cross paths, pushing them together and it was an easy start into a relationship. At this point, they have been married for a year, with no complications from both sides of the family from the very beginning. Although you know Eunbyeol's parents didn't accept her previous boyfriend and she had broken up with him for that reason, with Namjoon it all went smooth.

He is smart, reliable, and a mood himself, while Eunbyeol is sweet, patient, and motherly, which makes them both very easy to talk to and the best people to go to when you need advice. They really set an example for the perfect couple, there's so much understanding, love and respect from both sides that makes you want to have what they have.

"Do they know you brought-" you don't really know how to end the sentence and get caught on that fact. Fuckboys are fuckboys and if popular culture has one thing clear, it is that if you want to build a family you aren't supposed to date someone who is fooling around, for obvious reasons. Dating is meant to be done thinking about the future. This group blind date lunch, that you are practically sure this is what it is, should provide something: husband material to wife material. 

It's all very old fashioned but one doesn't make the rules. 

"A friend? Yes." she says with a smile that speaks murder in the eyes. You give back an apologetic one but it's not taken because she looks towards Hoseok, ignoring you. "We should probably move to the bar. Oh-It really is packed." she says, when you move aside to let them walk in, looking around the dining area. "Yuuki was right." she says looking around, interested. 

"Yeah, it normally is." he says with a bright smile. You can't avoid admiring how attractive he is and the fact that he doesn't match the image you made in your mind of him. 

Nothing seems to be on schedule today.  

"Have you been here before?" you wonder. He looks at you slightly amused before nodding and you realise he has indeed saluted Jimin just a few seconds ago. ‘Are they friends?’ you wonder. Him and Jimin were in the club together that night, that so far makes sense but does that mean he knows what happened? They should be very close for that and even if he knew, it doesn't necessarily mean he knows it was you. Opposing your friend's ease in taking a picture of her one night stand, you didn't, and you're pretty sure Jimin didn't either.

"I know the owners." he says, looking towards the two waiters, Jimin and Taehyung. "We are friends." This time, Taehyung notices him from behind the bar and gives him a boxy smile before nodding to him. Hobi responds also with a smile of his own.

"Oh, they are the owners?" your best friend questions with wide eyes. You two look at her, surprised at how dumbfounded she sounds.

"Yes. I think we've mentioned Jimin and Taehyung to you before, but since you've never seen them, it makes sense you don’t recall. They are the co-owners of  it with Yoongi-hyung." he explains and you lose track of the conversation with that last name.

"Oh! It all makes sense, now!" she responds, enthusiastically. You are just very confused with all of it at this point. "Does Min Yoongi work today?" she questions and he nods with a humming sound. Hoseok seems like a very kind guy and it really breaks the mould on the type of guys your friend normally feels attracted to. Her exes were jerks from the beginning to the end. "Woah, Ares, you're gonna love the food then!" she says animatedly. You nod and smile. "You gotta introduce them, Hobi…" she pouts and your brow goes up on  its own to her sudden bratty attitude. He only giggles and nods but you notice he looks towards Jimin for a second as he passes by with an empty tray. 

He seems to be focused on something else but at the last second, when he’s right in front of you, his eyes dart on you sideways and this time, it’s not just your eyes that follow him. Your head does too and almost your body.

Trying to conceal how obvious that was, you look around the room and then towards them, feeling their stares. Your best friend gives you the let's-go-spill-the-tea-in-the-bathroom kind of look. You point out to the bar for both of them to move, not wanting to be rude by leaving Hoseok alone.

Some time later, the teacher-couple appears through the door and introductions are made. You hug Namjoon and joke about him becoming a muscle pig while your best friend demands Eunbyeol full attention towards her friend, using the term again. Namjoon eyes him out and you can tell he suspects something is up, so you distract him by talking about a new education law that's being discussed a lot in the office.

"You two talking about work again?" your bestie says, disgust written all over her face. "Can we enjoy ourselves and leave our jobs aside for a while? Thank you." she concludes. You and Namjoon apologise.

"Excuse me." you hear Jimin's voice from your side, close enough to feel the warmth of his body and you all turn towards him. "May I accommodate you at a table?" he says while pointing with his hand towards the dining area.

Everything on how he moves has a seductive undertone. You don't think it's something voluntary, it seems to be in his nature, just as easy as breathing. You involuntarily wet your lips when he looks directly to you and you can appreciate how his Adam's apple moves up and down his throat, swallowing nervously. 'This is double-sided, then.' you think, smiling internally.

"Jimin-ah, I think we won't fit here since we are still waiting for some people." explains Hoseok, surprising the couple with the familiar treatment and making you acknowledge he's older than Jimin.

"Oh! Are you the ten guests for the Kim-Eunbyeol reservation?" he then realises with his eyebrows up in a very cute expression. You can't avoid smiling at him, although he doesn't see it.

"That is me, yes." says Eunbyeol with a gentle smile. 

"Please, excuse my confusion." he apologises, more composed this time. It seems like it's his thing: to show his best side. "We've prepared a table in the other dining area, at the back, in the winter garden. We usually reserve that area for larger groups. We’ve even had a small wedding dinner." he kindly explains. 

Somehow you manage to be behind him while he leads you and his fragrance hits your brain while he moves, making your imagination go wildly back and forth to that night. When your lips found the crock of his neck whilst you were lying down next to him. Even sweating on top of you he kept smelling heavenly.  

You take the chance to observe the lines of his back with your eyes, remembering the feeling of his warm skin on your digits. A tingle on them makes you want to reach to him and touch but instead, you keep drawing with your eyes to the waist down, with such bad luck that when he turns around to point with his hand towards the ten seat table, you get caught instantly. 

He acts as if he hasn't, diverting his attention towards a side table containing the food carts and a deep purple orchid that contrasts with the other flowers in the room.

As you sit down, he takes the food carts and dispenses them. Your eyes fly around the glass cage that is the dining area; saying it's gorgeous doesn’t do it justice. The bar and the dinning area inside are beautiful and practical at the same time but this area, although matching with the furniture and keeping in some way the uniformity, it's just simply something else.

You can see the rain outside, where part of the garden isn't covered, and there's external tables dripping wet. It has bindweeds all around, separating the tables and giving a privacy look to it and  a water fountain at one side, making it all cosy and peaceful. Still, its beauty isn’t comparable to the winter garden.

Inside, it's warm, with a fresh smell coming from the plants and flowers that live in it. There's lots of white, soft pink, and soft purple ones, graciously placed all around. With that, the orchid stands out, calling for attention. 

Yuuki arrives not so long after you take your seats, along with Kyungsook. They look stunning, dressed to impress as they say, against the more relaxed looks that Eunbyeol, Sofie and you are wearing. Easy to see that they know the details of this meeting. You welcome them with a hug, you haven’t seen Sofie in two weeks, with the others it’s been almost a month. Also, taking the chance to give a look to Eunbyeol, she knows exactly what it means, replying to you with an uncomfortable smile. As cliche as it is, all of you sit at the same side of the table while Hoseok sits at the other side, in front of your best friend and the two hosts sit each one at one end of the table. Making man and woman face each other.

When the first unknown guest sets foot in the room, you all stand for presentations, but you have to admit that you probably share a brain cell with your friends, when you almost fall from the chair in your mind. This one has nothing to covet on Taehyung who also gave you a shocking first impression, if not, this one has a certain maturity on him that gives him a totally different vibe. 

Kim Seokjin demonstrates to be an introvert and this whole situation seems to make him slightly uncomfortable. You gently smile at him when it's your turn to talk with him and tell him your profession. He seems impressed but you have no chance to politely respond to his praises when you hear Namjoon stand and greet another arrival.

"Jungkook-ah!"

You pale, when you look towards the corridor and see him being led in. You first look at Jimin, as you did when he brought in Seokjin, but your eyes are quick to glance behind him. If you look white, so does Jungkook. There's a silent agreement in your eyes while Namjoon starts the presentations, to act like you've never met before, aware that a lot should be put over the table with them being your close circle. The glance, although quick, contains too much meaning in it and someone else in the room has caught onto your reactions. 

Namjoon hugs Jungkook effusively and introduces him to all of you, this time he has no problem acting like he doesn’t know you when you two bow to each other. Neither do you when you dedicate a polite smile.

Jimin waits until you're all sitting again to give him his cart but he doesn't look towards where he's placing it, instead he looks toward you. You acknowledge the fact that he's studying you and just as fast, he moves away to leave the room, but Eunbyeol, who was checking her phone, calls his attention.

"Excuse me, Mr. Jimin. Seems like we are all here, the last guest won’t be attending." her words draw all the attention to her. 

You all quickly check on the carts before deciding one by one what to choose. Jungkook shows up his foodie side by picking the less common plates. You match your plates with Yuuki, with whom you share food tastes. It’s no surprise the place has become popular if you keep in mind the variety in most restaurants isn’t really that large. Surprisingly there’s more variety on these carts. 

Jimin takes notes pulling out the little machine adjusted on his belt and takes one last glance at you before he leaves.

"He likes you." whispers Sofie in your ear and your heart almost leaves through your throat. Then you notice the little glance she gives to Jungkook who looks away when your eyes meet. 

Seokjin, on the other hand, seems interested in Yuuki who seems to be able to make him talk comfortably. His sense of humour is unusual, more like the dad type but he's funny and smart. Those two traits make it understandable that being as picky as she is, Yuuki likes him back. 

At some point, after a seeming lack of interest from Jungkook towards Kyungsook, the fact that his eyes keep glancing at you and him slackening the neck of his shirt after your eyes set on him for more than a few seconds, your best friend calls it quits and excuses you both to the bathroom. 

"Ok. What's going on?" she inquires, as soon as you get inside the common area where the sinks are, closing the door behind her.

"What do you mean?" you ask while she starts looking down the cubicles from afar to make sure you're alone. 

"Quit it, Ares. It's me, just tell me what is going on…" she says playful but you're not willing to surrender.

"Like you told me about Hoseok…?" you question ironically but not being mean.

"Hey! Don't give me that… These last two weeks you've been very busy and we haven't met since the day of the party… I didn't wanna discuss this over the phone." she explains.

"Well, then?" you insist.

"We didn't sleep together." she replies. This time your jaw drops. "Yeah. I said I was going to and I was very willing to. He wasn't." your eyes go wide.

"I'm confused." you point out. "Explain. What do you mean he wasn't?" 

"He respected me. I was the one to flirt, the one to throw myself to kiss him… and it wasn't like he wasn't attracted, believe me, I felt it." she points out her crotch, making you gesture with your hands while closing your eyes and wrinkling your nose to tell her to keep details out. You don't really want to imagine your friend in certain situations. "Ok ok. The thing is I told him to take me home, which you already know what it means. So do the majority of men when you are being playful…you know. He did that. He took me home." she says, sitting down over the counter.

"And?" you inquire, interested.

"He left me on my doorstep but when I invited him in, he said no." you're shocked. "Wait, there's even more." she says with a smile. "He said that he didn't like to feel like he was taking advantage, that we should talk once we both were sober and offered me his phone number." you hold a little scream with your hands and recompose yourself when your friend giggles. "I gave him mine and, well, we started talking the next morning. Surprisingly we seemed to have things in common, like recently breaking up with our partners, so the initial intentions for chatting changed." you hold her hands and give her a hug.

"I'm so glad." you tell her before releasing her. She nods. "So happy you're not going back to dumbass ." she giggles sadly and you squeeze her arm.

"Before the mood sours. I'll go with mine." you tell her, up to distract her from the reminder you've just thrown on her. "For god’s sake… how do I tell you this…" you choke.

"Just tell me where you met Jeon Jungkook and why he seems so up to throw you over the table and fuck you." she says without a care in the world. 

"Sofie! Stop!" you scold her. At the same time you're glad she's only worried about JK because telling her about him and then Jimin, would make her go nuts. "I… well. We had a sort of relationship." you tell her. 

"I knew it!" she moves around the room excitedly. "Tell me moore!" you cover her mouth and shush her.

"Stop screaming…" you scold her. "You remember I told you I was seeing a guy, like two years ago… I mean-"

"Yeah, I remember, that was before Sejun." you nod. 

"Yes… Well, we saw each other for almost six months and texted a lot, you remember." she nods. "Well… we did it…" she goes wide eyed. "Yeah… it wasn't Sejun who did it." she wheezes.

"Are you for real??" she replies, mouth going agape and looking to the sides, then laughing. "Oh god…" she laughs again. "And you didn't say anything..." she scolds.

"You know how I used to see these things before Sejun. Me and JK-" you try to explain.

"JK? Uuuh… Sounds hot." she interrupts.

"I guess… Can I finish?" you rant and she nods, smiling. "We broke up not long after because he was moving for this big job opportunity and he didn't think a long distance relationship could work out. We said to keep in touch anyways but eventually lost contact. You know how it works…" you explain. “That would be it… If it wasn’t because last week he came to my office with his boss. They are opening a new branch here and Jungkook is the CEO.”

“Oh shit!” she gasps.

“No shit… Thank god I’m not part of the legal team they signed a contract with… because there would definitely be a conflict of interest.” she gasps wide eyed and mouths an OMG without saying it.

“Did you fuck him in the office?” she questions, excitedly.

“For CHRIST’S sake, Sofie, who do you think I am?” you scold her. “We went to my apartment on Saturday and he stayed all weekend…” she puts her head over her arms crossed over the counter and acts as if she’s slamming it.

"Well. He seems to want more of what you gave him..." she says poking underneath your ribs, boldly. You chuckle closing your eyes for a second. "Aaand…leaving that aside... What happened the night of the club? Tell me at least you got it…" she mutters the last bit. 

"I did." she gives you a naughty smile. "I'm not going to give you details but I did have a lot of fun." 

"Was he hot? Did you keep in touch? Well… You were obviously busy last weekend but… his number?" she inquires in a breathy tone, excited. 

"He was very hot." There you take a pause thinking about the fact he's in this exact same restaurant and has attended you both but you decide to keep it to yourself. Your little secret. Especially within a confusing situation like the one you are in and having Jungkook around. "I left before he woke up-" you explain.

"You did not…" she says. Her eyes are about to pop out of her sockets. "Ares, whyyy? Was he weird in bed or something? Like… Was it that kind of experimental fun you don't wanna repeat…?" she questions.

"No, no no. He wasn't weird or anything." you say. 'He was kind of dominant…' your mind wants to reply but you don't, although your body does. Your skin raises in goosebump to the thought of his grip on your hips, the profound thrusts, the bites… his hands hungrily exploring your body; his energy. The want and the willingness to push you into orgasms over and over. You almost couldn't  walk the next day but you were also panicking in the addictive sensations he gave you. It wasn't just the sex. It was how he felt you, how you felt him, underneath the skin. "I just think I liked it too much…" escapes your mouth in an exhalation.

"What do you mean you liked it too much?" she questions, amused.

"The kind that makes you catch feelings if you keep it going; if you must." you mutter between your teeth, not really wanting to admit something so stupid.

"Oh shit… he was that good, huh?" she says pitying you. "Then it was a smart move. I'm proud of you, heartbreaker." she says putting a hand over your shoulders.

"Do you wanna die?" you question, moody. The truth is she's hurt you where she's touched, both times. Jungkook has an iron grip and his digits have left some marks over your body.

She tries to hold a laughter making a sound through the back of her nose and breaking into it right after. First, you act like it isn’t funny arching a brow but her laughter is contagious and end up following it.  

As you two go out the door a black haired guy about the same height as Jimin but a little bulkier comes out of the broom closet next to the bathroom. Him and Sofie bow to each other but he keeps his way to another door. 

“He’s Min Yoongi.” your friend explains. Your head clicks for a second before you recall he’s the cook your friend was talking about earlier. “He’s a very focused person. Hobi invited me to eat at his house last weekend and he cooked. That man has a real gift.” she explains before you walk back to the table.

As you sit down, Jimin appears like a well trained waiter, who waits in the corner to move in at the right moment with the first plates. He glances at you before focusing on his work and so does JK but your eyes stay studying Jimin, completely absorbed by the elegance of his movements. So much that when Hoseok says something to your best friend it gets you by surprise. Looking at him first to see how he offers her a taste of his drink, you feel someone watching you. Tilting your head you see JK focused on you, then he glances at Jimin for a second before looking away with dark eyes. 

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

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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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