Prettiest Even When Barefaced

prettiest even when barefaced ♡

Seraphic - He is Half My Soul, as the Poets Say

Pairing: Fuckboy!Jimin x Virgin!Reader

Rating: Mature

Word count: 16.3k

Genre: friends to lovers, slow burn, one shot, smut, fluff, angst, high school au, university au

Summary: IMPORTANT --> After becoming the ‘power duo’ during your freshmen year of soccer, the two of you made a definite promise: to back one another when things went south, both on and off the field. This progressed throughout high school and into university life. He protected you from heartbreaks, and in return, you protected him from drunken mistakes. You tried your hardest to keep him by your side once he began veering in the wrong direction and slipping from your grasp. All he needs is a bit of a reality check.

Warnings: eventual explicit sexual scenes, descriptive foreplay, oral (f. receiving,) fingering, dirty talk, marking/hickeys, oh and uh jimin’s an obnoxious flirt ;)

Notes: Brief Bang Chan x Reader, but not enough to be a Stray Kids ff. Still being edited. It's been in my drafts for MONTHS but now I am finally ready :D

Rain-soaked hair painted your forehead with swirls of dark brown. Droplets of sweat and elevated blood pressure itched at your pores. The taste of salt and rainwater dripped from your lips, partially entering your mouth with each pant. You glanced down, checking the engraving on your rusted silver bracelet. ‘PJM’ you read silently, sighing contently, the comfort of his initials surging through your being. You looked back up to the field, momentarily getting caught up with the emotions connected to his name.

Despite the weather, the audience continued to roar, echoing throughout the stadium like thunder bouncing off rocky valleys. Following the sudden surge of whistles and cheers, an all too familiar chant commenced. What did it mean again? Ah…

Five minutes left.

The scoreboard read 2-3. And your team was… losing?

“Drop, drop, drop!” You winced, noticing two oncoming players, backpedaling behind your teammate to cover their position. You saw her head whip backward. As she met your serious gaze, she smiled gratefully, passing the ball back to you.

“What would I do without you?” She panted, bolting forward to progress with the play.

“Thank Jimin. I’m only this team’s backbone because of him.” You chuckled, refining your footing and stepping back to boot the ball upfield. Her thigh collided with the ball perfectly, trapping it at her feet. You followed her, covering her right side, closest to the audience, as you both sprinted toward the goal, your teammates trekking closely behind.

“Thatta girl!” You glanced up, your wide-eyed expression meeting the owner of the familiar voice. It was Jimin. Telling you good job, despite you only setting up the play. He’s great at recognizing the players who keep the team going, not just the ones that shoot or defend. As a midfielder himself, he greatly appreciated your abilities to set up perfect plays and knowing when to pull out from one. He was attentive. So very attentive.

“Three! We’re doing three!” You signaled, preparing for the pass back to you as you made it towards the corner arc. You were planning to pull a curveball while the strikers pushed forward into the goalie box. You barely had time to process the moving blurs of green and white in front of you. You were merely able to glance up and check for the proper positioning of your teammates. You felt the leather come into contact with the dorsum of your foot, your leg reactively extended, booting it towards the goal. “Dammit!” You shouted, gritting your teeth as you reminisced how it felt against your foot and echoed in the air. It was a perfect shot. The angle. The power. So why did that happen?

“Oooh!” The crowd oohed and aahed as the ball went soaring. You had in fact, aimed perfectly for your teammate, and instead of them trapping and controlling the ball, they—missed? Their leg swung, clipping the water droplets, and the opposing team took advantage of the opportunity.

“Go again! Go again! Good setup, hun!” You flung your hair back, giving Jimin the most exaggerated sassy expression. You were fed up with your clumsy teammates. You couldn’t help but chuckle though. He was nearing the spray-painted line, hands pulling at his roots stressfully. Your brother is right by his side, carrying the same weight of stress in his features. “Just keep going!” He reassured you, noticing you were a split second away from losing your willpower. You slapped your hands to your thighs, shouting through the air as you booked it back towards your position to reset. Your thighs stung with an imprint of your palm and fingers. Each faint line was crimson red, reminding both you and your team of your feisty temperament.

Your team struggled to keep up, eventually losing with 2-4. The other team managed to score from the last-minute anxiety and fumbles. Heads low. Jaws clenched. Eyes watering. The same white and green blurs lined up in your vision. Shakey hands collided with the others who were much more composed. Your team had ended the season, and not with a bang like the boys' team had.

You met up with Jimin after the game and he was quick to dismiss your melancholy thoughts. “No, don’t look at me like that. You did great, okay? Take my word for it.” He smiled and hugged you tightly before you could say anything. He didn’t care what condition you were in, sweaty or not, he was going to hug you. He always came to your games, not because he was on the boy's team (half of them never stayed anyway due to the girl's team’s win-to-loss ratio) but because he wanted to support you. You were his other half—his pride and joy. Everyone knew that. And you greatly appreciated that since you weren’t exactly the most popular person in high school. But, he was known for putting aside all titles and cliques. He’d befriend anyone and everyone. “Next time, don’t lose your cool. I get it you’re competitive but...” He chuckled, letting go to glance down at your thighs with a loud wince. “That looks painful.”

…

Ah... The 9th grade. You were only fourteen—a mere sapling spreading your roots in the fertile soil called 'high school'—when you made your promise with The Park Jimin. The upbeat and charismatic freshman who happened to be your soccer league’s best player.

He was a powerhouse. He was someone so naturally talented, in the books and on the field, that he could easily stand out in a room full of already talented individuals. Yet, he was a humble soul who bore a gentle eye-smile. He’d lure in students left and right with his easygoing and kindhearted temperament. No wonder why three-fourths of your class had chosen him to be class president. You’re just thankful they had the good taste. That could have, and typically does, go south.

…

Sophomore year rolled around, and once again, you stayed with your small, select group of people while he bounced around, meeting so many new faces—some a little too intimately. But, that wasn’t to be discovered until one random night in the middle of winter. Boy was it unexpected.

“Do you forgive me?” A fluffy brown head peered into your window, scaring you half to death. You yelped, tossing your book and pen towards it, thankfully missing—by a lot actually. “You could have killed me.” He whined.

“How did you—can you knock on my window like a normal person?” You sighed, yet, got up and opened the window for Jimin. “It’s one in the morning.” You groaned. “And, it’s freezing tonight, Jimin.” Wincing, you hurriedly pulled him through by his arm, and carefully latched the window shut behind him as he tumbled into the room.

“I knew you’d be awake.” He simply stated, thinking it was a justified excuse to just waltz into your room late at night.

“Okay, and?” You snapped in a whisper. “And forgive you for what? Barging in?” You searched his face for anything—just anything. It was blank. Too blank for Park Jimin. His eyes always beamed with excitement or were either hazed over amorously. The little boy you knew had up to be a huge flirt. But, you know, he’s a Libra. Bound to happen.

“T-this…” He mumbled under his breath. And with halting movements, he began undressing his upper half—beginning with his insulated coat. He licked his lips nervously, completely giving you the wrong idea.

“Jimin!” You nearly yelled, slapping your hands to your eyes as you spun around. You automatically assumed the worst and thought he was making a move on you. “I don’t know what you’re doing but I’m not looking.” Not like you didn’t want to…

Your face was now a bright crimson. Like you had been slapped repeatedly.

youknowifjiminslappemeiwouldntmind—

FOCUS Y/N

You groan into your hands in an attempt to distract your mind.

“Ugh, I’m not taking my shirt off.” He pulled you toward him by your hood and unbuttoned the top portion of his bleached-white dress shirt. “You’re too innocent.” He smiled at your behavior fondly, leaning his head to the side, exposing his neck to you.

“Oh… Jimin…” you gulped, lust faintly pooling in your stomach. Hickeys painted his olive-tanned skin, starting at the sculpted dip of his neck and trailing down to his pronounced collarbones and chest. “Button your shirt back up, I see it.” You snapped, already feeling the heat scattering across your cheeks even more so.

“Snappy much.” He retorted, sticking out his tongue at you. He stood, waiting for you to do it back. Despite his playful attempt at lightening the mood, your expression didn’t alter much. You merely huffed through your nose. “What’s wrong with you?” He playfully dug his fingers into your side, yet, you didn’t budge.

You made up an excuse. Of course, you did. Why would you confess to him? Jimin? Of Busan High? Never in a million years would you embarrass yourself that greatly.

“Your parents are gonna be pissed. They’ll think it was me.” You pray to whatever God was listening that he didn’t take that the wrong way.

“Umm… they don’t think we’re dating… I’m dating—“

“Yeah, I know, I know.” You cut him off and sighed nervously, losing your ability to speak. “Actually, um, I meant—“

“That we hang out more often than I do with my girlfriend? Is that what you were getting at?”

“Exactly!” You stabbed him in the chest with your index finger, staring him down. “So, um. Back off from me a bit more now, okay? It also wouldn’t be nice to do to your girlfriend.”

“But—“

“Aish. Just go away. Put some ice on it.” You pushed him back toward the window. He fought back and did so quite well.

“Why are you making me leave? I have more to say.” He stood his ground, ripping your small hands from his chest. “Use your words. What’s going on?” His head fell to the side as he read your face carefully. Eyebrows knitted. Eyes scanning over each of your features.

“It’s nothing. I’m just stressed out from school and now your parents will assume that was my doing. So thanks.” You circled your finger around, obviously pointing at the various marks shattered along his neck.

A smirk slowly grew on his face. “You’ve been blushing.” Crossing his arms, he kicked a leg out and waited for your response.

Your jaw dropped to the floor. Your hands shot up, carefully pressing the tips of your fingers into your red cheeks. “I. Am. Not! You let the cold air in!” You growled defensively, spinning around to sit at your desk once again.

“I need advice, y/n.” He continued, pretending he hadn’t even said anything about your bashfullness. He didn’t like making you uncomfortable. He never did anybody. Thankfully, he didn’t think much of it. Just that you were shy when it came to these sorts of things.

But he was so very wrong.

“About?” You cocked an eyebrow, eyes fixated and focused on your phone in front of you.

“This isn’t the first time.”

“Oh?” Your eyes slowly rose up to meet his. He moved to your bedside, hands interlocked nervously, posture upright. The pain that struck through your chest was unmistakable. Betrayal. Insecurity. Utter pain. “Are you worried you’re getting addicted or something?”

“It’s happening at parties. When I’m under the influence. Except for this time, it wasn’t. And the girl I’m dating is someone I had a few one-night-stands with.”

Fuck. Can he just stop? You’re already hurting.

“Jimin…” all you could do was sigh his name. You were extremely disappointed in him. Sure, he’s just being a boy and living life, but he’s always been such a good kid. It’s just shocking, to say the least.

“Hmm?” He hummed, asking you to continue. His eyes were seemingly glued to his lap as he toyed with the silver rings that adorned his fingers.

“One-night stands? Drinking? Don’t tell me you’ve tried drugs too.”

“That’s different, y/n.”

The silence that filled the room bore a new meaning. Usually, it was comforting. But now, things between you two, for the first time in forever, were awkward.

And you both felt it. It definitely wasn’t one-sided.

“As I’ve promised: I’m always going to be here for you. I’m just a little ticked off you’re telling me all this after what—months?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I get it.” You slowly sat up, pressing your hands against the table to lift up your exhausted body.

He’s always gone to you for his personal difficulties, concerns, and drama. He has an image to maintain. So he struggles to tell his closest friends his issues. You’re different. And he looked up to you for that. He trusts you. You’re the most open-minded and nonjudgemental figure he has. You shouldn’t be giving him attitude, he needs guidance.

“Before I help.” You say, grunting as you sit down beside him. “I need to know if you’re wanting to stop this? The sex? The parties?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t feel like myself. This isn’t me. I almost feel disgusted with myself.”

You bite your tongue at his sudden harsh words. You couldn’t ever imagine him talking so poorly about himself. However, he was always prone to be hard on himself.

“You’re growing up, Jimin. Everyone our age runs into this dilemma. However, it’s completely natural. It’s good for an adolescent’s social and psychological development. I suppose we can choose to take it that way. Right?”

Your words seemed to do wonders. His eyes light up with newfound confidence. “Really? That’s so interesting, tell me more.” His smile brightly beamed throughout the room. It had a drastic effect, lighting up your face too. You watched how his eye fixated on yours, how he’d make a little pouty ‘o’ when his upcoming question would get answered, and how he’d glance away to ponder over topics. He’s such a good kid.

Eventually, he grew drowsy and started to fall asleep mid-conversation. His eyelids fluttered shut and his head began to occasionally bob to the side before his eyes would forcefully blink open. “Earth to Jimin.” You shook him awake. “You’re not falling asleep in my bed. That’s a good way to get on my father’s bad side.”

“Right…” he yawned, plopping on the bed to stretch out his extremities.

“So, off.” You pulled at his ankles playfully, watching as he giggled and lightly kicked at you.

“Okay, okay, y/n.” He ruffled your hair as you sat there, giving him a stern look.

“Just remember what I said—call me if you need a ride. Call me if you get into any danger.”

“I’d never drag you into danger, hun. Goodnight.” He readjusted his appearance in your mirror before throwing on his coat and taking off.

…

The spring semester of Junior year, the most aggravating period in life, finally arrived. SAT opportunities and college preparation commenced, driving your head even deeper into your books. You even found ways to move on from your overwhelming crush on Jimin. Still, you two kept your title as the ‘power duo’ amongst the soccer kiddos, even earning a reward at the end of the season. And god, it pleased you on so many levels to see the look of jealousy on his girlfriend’s face as you two took a photo together, holding the plated trophy with your all’s name on it.

“The Power Duo: Captain Park Jimin & Captain Min Y/n”

“How about that?” He bounced over to his group of friends, shaking the trophy in their faces childishly, only earning blank stares from them due to his behavior.

“You know she doesn’t belong to you right?” Taehyung tsked, taking the trophy from his friend’s hand to examine it. He was thoroughly impressed though. He tongued his cheek, cocked an eyebrow at Jimin, and suddenly smirked. “She’s single, right?”

“Don’t even. She’s too innocent for your horny ass.” Jimin snarled.

“So territorial for someone who has a girlfriend.” Jungkook huffed, snatching it from Taehyung to get a good look at it too. “What’s it your fifth girlfriend now? Lucky.”

“You freshman—no, you child—give it back!” He snapped back, nearly jumping on the youngest one’s back.

“Please don’t break it, children.” Yoongi stepped over to the boys as you shyly tugged on his jacket. He motioned to Jimin, signaling for the boys to cool it down and hand it back so it didn’t get broken within minutes of it being awarded.

“Sorry, Yoongi-hyung.” They quickly handed it back to Jimin and bowed accordingly to your older brother.

“Gotta learn when to tell them off, kiddo.” He greeted Jimin with a tender smile. “How’ve you been?”

“Good! How’s the business?” Jimin happily pranced over. He frantically adjusted his hair, trying to look decent in front of his highly-respected upper classmate.

“Tae… look at Yoongi-hyung…” Jungkook whispered in his ear while simultaneously poking at his shoulder.

He struggled with his words towards lowerclassmen so they were completely shaken by his proud fatherly smile directed toward Jimin. He looked at him like he was his pride and joy. Adoration laced his voice when he talked to Jimin.

Yoongi had graduated last year and was the one no one fucked with yet everyone liked—doesn’t mean he liked them back though. He was smart when he had to be, but by no means did he excel in school. He was an avid producer and basketball player. Nothing else mattered, besides you and Jimin at least.

You talked about Jimin every night—how much he meant to you, how he swore to protect you— and because of that, he grew to like the boy. He was the only person in school Yoongi grew to like. Eventually, he even started to take a liking to Jimin’s little ‘gang’ he rallied up. A group of five sweet yet troublesome boys. People assumed it was because Jimin was so damn likable and charismatic that he even got Yoongi swooning over him. But no. It was how he treated you: his younger sister who meant the world to him.

“You look so shy, y/n.” Jimin’s eyes crinkled as he watched you look right past him. You looked cute: all snuggled up against your brother’s side, arm now loosely wrapped around his. He stepped into your view, and once again, your eyes wandered around.

“It's not you. She just talked to someone earlier and is acting… a little strange.”

“You don’t seem too worried, should I be?” Jimin pouted, stepping in closer to pry you off your brother. “Need to talk to me?” Jimin hovered over your neck, his whisper fanning over your skin as he spoke. You convinced yourself he had no effect on you. But the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach told you otherwise.

“Pretty sure someone’s got a little crush,” Yoongi spoke up, holding in his laughter as he watched you raise a hand to him, half threatening him.

“Shush.” You mutter. In the corner of your eye, you watched Jimin’s energy fade right from his body. The light died from his eyes. You almost immediately felt a shift in the atmosphere surrounding you two: jimin was beyond agitated.

“Don’t tell me it’s waterboy, Chris. The boy I always see on your Instagram stories?”

“Chris Bang?” Yoongi had intel, so he almost immediately caught on. “Not a bad kid.” He puckered his lips, impressed by your choice. He was expecting you to fall for the overlooked smart kid that usually sits in the second row. Not Chris Bang—the co-captain of the swim team and national youth athlete.

“Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin whined, extending the last syllable exaggeratively like a whiny kid.

“Guess she’s seen him shirtless quite often.”

“And those speedos are fucking tight. If I was into men I mean...” The two boys behind him laughed about how uptight Jimin was.

“Literally no one asked for your input,” Jimin growled, snapped his head back, and scowled.

“You’re turning into me,” Yoongi replied, crossing his arms and taking in the similarities between them. “I trust the boy, Jimin-ah.” He reassured Jimin as he also took note of the anger boiling inside him.

He looked back at you, running his hands through his tousled hair, briefly exposing his bright red ears. “Are you mad?” You ask worriedly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He ignored your question, choosing his over yours.

“Just call me tonight, okay?” You gulped down your emotions and walked off, practically dragging Yoongi by his sleeve behind you.

“Don’t tell me you stopped liking Jimin? I trust that kid with your life.”

“Nope. It eats away at my sanity every night.” You sigh, looking back at the three boys who are now pacing around the crowds and looking for someone.

Yoongi’s eyes soften and follow yours. He lets out a low chuckle and nods in appreciation. “They’re looking for him, huh.” You nod, your gaze never leaving Jimin’s figure, despite it slowly merging and become a small blur. Yet, you could still make out his dark chocolate hair that bounced as he walked.

…

“We actually have a secret relationship. We’re going public soon.” You admit, clenching your eyes shut.

“I’m coming over.”

Click.

With that, you hastily tidied up your room and changed into presentable clothes. Your hair was soaked, face bare, and you were busy on your floor, trapped in a circle of papers. You were not ready for company. And you most certainly were not ready for this type of company.

…

Fumes practically emitted from his ears like in the cartoons. His face shone a crimson red. His nostrils flared like a bull. Everything about him screamed when he couldn’t vocalize it.

“Why?! How long?! Did he take your—“

“Park Jimin!” You shouted defensively, completely throwing him off. You hadn’t ever yelled at him before. (Maybe when he’d pin you down and tickle you, but other than that, no.)

He pressed his lips together, giving you the spotlight to talk, despite laying out this entire argument on the drive here. “I can take care of myself. He’s good to me. You have nothing to worry about.” You continued.

Jimin refused to speak. More like every word that found itself slipping off his tongue was quickly retracted. His mouth then fell agape. He was speechless. Yet, he thought he’d ask just one more time. “Did he take your virginity?” It was more so a thought. It didn’t come off as a question. Perhaps he was talking aloud to himself. He was in utter denial.

“No. I don’t have the time to sleep with anyone right now.”

“Good.” He huffed, eyes finally meeting yours. He didn’t like what he stumbled upon though. You looked infuriated. Like he had overstepped and became territorial like a dog. Was this toxic? What he toxic? “I’m sorry.” He said shallowly. He never fibbed, so you knew he was lying straight through his gritted teeth. He knew he was destined to protect you.

…

When senior year came and you two finally went public, shocking the entire school—Jimin along with it, despite already knowing.

Jimin cut ties, dyed his hair sandy blonde, and redid his entire wardrobe. He was a changed boy but still had that adorable and bubbly streak to him. He changed out his comfy sweaters and desultory pale jeans for black skinny jeans, expensive leather belts, button-up tops (like the one he wore that night for a special occasion), and brogue Chelsea boots. You almost didn’t feel comfortable around him anymore. With the way girls swarmed him during away soccer meets and all. It was too much. He became a bit of an attention seeker, but deep down, he was still your Jimin. He was still your other half.

And to you, it didn’t seem like you were his. Not anymore.

Even before the last semester of high school rolled around, you two had essentially gone your separate ways. You both still applied to the same college since you two had already set up your degree plans. You hadn’t developed hatred or resentment for him, and neither had he towards you.

The spark just… dwindled.

Like when the starry night becomes hazy and raindrops trickle onto your nose. You don’t bother trying to search through the gaps in the clouds to find those bits and pieces of beautiful constellations. You just wait for Mother Nature to do her thing. The time would come again, as it always did.

It seemed much different for your circumstances though. Especially when you confronted Jimin about the upcoming college semester.

…

“Jimin-ssi.”

“Hmm?” During that moment, he realized how far away you drifted from him. Jimin-ssi? He took a second to observe the hand slipped around your waist. That hand surely didn’t belong to you. His eyes traveled the arm, landing on Chris’s untroubled gaze.

“Mind if I talk to you?” Chris knew there was unsettled (or unexplored) beef between them. And Chris didn’t like the tension. He wasn’t about that life.

“Sure.” He agreed, settling down in his seat placed alongside the window. He didn’t keep eye contact. He just couldn’t do it. He didn’t like seeing the boy that was probably sticking his tongue down your throat.

Chris pulled up a chair, wincing as it screeched across the tile flooring, before cautiously placing himself atop it. You stood behind him, hands resting on his shoulders as you thumbed small circles into his muscles soothingly. He immediately relaxed at your touch and you almost felt guilty for doing this in front of Jimin. Because, to you, he was still half your soul. You could still feel his emotions as you passed him in the halls. Part of you thinks Chris knows about your feelings toward him. But, he’s not confrontational, so you don’t expect to hear anything about it anytime soon.

“Hun,” Chris spoke to you, turning his head to meet yours. You bite down on the inside of your cheek and immediately turned to look at Jimin. You could tell he was doing everything in his power not to throw out some sassy remark towards your boyfriend. The nickname did not settle well with him. That was his nickname for you.

“Hmm?” You hummed, reactively letting go of Chris as Jimin turned to painfully look at you. This was the first time you two made direct eye contact for what seemed like months. You had been completely avoiding his gaze.

“I was going to talk to him privately.” He whispered, leaning out of his seat to press a gentle kiss to your nose.

“Oh, o-okay…” you stuttered. Your breath hitched in your throat as you witnessed Jimin roughly gulp and evade your eyes. You tried to meet his eyes once last time, but he quickly dismissed you with a simple shake of his head. The nonverbal ‘Just go’ was as clear as day. That was essentially a warning. Just go before I start saying shit. Despite not talking for months, you two still spoke fluently to one another through glances and motions.

“I know you’re her best friend and you always have been. I know things are rough and that’s probably because of me. I’m really sorry.” Chris admitted, scratching his head anxiously. Jimin perked up upon hearing his apology. Still, his gaze seemed impenetrable to eyes like Chris’s. He’s altruistic, compassionate, and righteous. He sees things for how they appear. He trusts and doesn’t dig deeper. But maybe that’s what he needed to do because Jimin was inches away from punching his annoyingly handsome face. Maybe he can give his eyebrow another slit—one that’s not fake. “I’ll keep talking since you’re ignoring me.” He lifted a finger to speak, and so Chris paused, but Jimin quickly dismissed the thought, lowering his hand to the table. His rings slapped against the wood, grabbing the attention of a few students. Chris licked his lips before continuing, “I was going to have her move in with me during college. But it’d be awkward since we haven’t slept together yet.” Was Jimin supposed to be thrilled about this news or completely demolished inside? You planned to move in with him and his friends. It was already laid out. But, he was head over heels for the fact that you refused to sleep with Chris Bang. “I think it’ll be fine, I plan to give her a promise ring. She stated if she got one, she’d feel comfortable trusting the person intimately. J-just so you know...”

“I swear to God if that’s the reason why you’re giving it to her—!” Jimin slapped his hands to the table, grimacing at the stinging surging through his fingers. His head shot over to Chris’s. His lips quivered with rage. Eyebrows are directly drawn inward. Nose scrunched. All the signs of Jimin about to drive his fist into someone’s face.

Chris quickly jumped up, raising his arms in defense. “That's not why!” Jimin kicked his chair backward and squared up. Nose to nose they stood. Chris knew he shouldn’t back down for y/n's sake. He was going to stand his ground. And Jimin? He was going to put him in his place. He ruled the roost. Plus, it's also his y/n. She was his best friend he had sworn to protect years ago. And because of jealousy, something he feared the most, he practically broke the promise.

…

The waters grew rough at your shared apartment. You could pass through and connect with him anymore. Things between you and your boyfriend were finally coming to an end, and you didn’t know what to do, how to handle it, how to even go about breaking up.

“I think we should—“

“Break up.” You interrupted, slamming down the pen you had tightly gripped in your hand. In reality, drowning out the thoughts with homework was probably was the only thing keeping you from losing your cool. It gave you something to think about. You could focus on the sound of the blunt graphite end digging into the paper. How your letters clumsily crossed over lines when you found yourself deeply immersed in the topic, scribbling notes here and there rapidly.

You hadn’t given yourself time to think about it. You just knew it was going to come up. And that was the end.

“Yeah…” he muttered, slightly uncomfortable with how numb you seemed. “It’s not you. It never was, okay?”

“I know.” You bite down on your lip, unable to find the right emotions within you. Your mind was frantically searching around. Sadness? No, denial? Anger? Acceptance? No, too early. You began tasting the metallic tang of metal and feeling liquid trickle down your lips. You had nearly bitten through your lip to encase your emotions.

“Y/n—“ His hand moved to your face, thumb brushing over your lip as his eyes observed the cut.

“I need to go.” It’s over. Just like that.

Your mind can’t keep up. Your mind hasn’t felt this emotion before. But, you do feel something start to build up. With each step, you feel your heart thunder in your chest cavity. You feel it roar in your ears. How the stadiums sounded, but more… upsetting? Still on similar terms when it comes to the level of adrenaline surging throughout your system.

Then it happens: you’re crying, panting, and gasping for air. Your knees tremble and threaten to give out from under you. Your hands unconsciously tremble as your dig into your pocket to grab your phone. You’re exhausted. Petrified. Lost. Angry. Empty. Melancholic. Dammit, what emotion should you be feeling? It’s overwhelming—the tightness in your throat is terrifying. Your lungs constrict and you find yourself sprinting to what you know best. What you hold closest to your heart. Maybe it can give you answers. It’s late. It’s midnight. You wonder what’s going on in there. But you don’t wait to figure it out.

You heavily drag your legs up the third flight of stairs. They know their way. Like there were magnets in your blood for the iron in his—your body traveled its way to his dorm. You lifelessly plastered yourself against the wooden tampered door, knocking without any pattern in mind. Just a few brief ones are enough, right? No, your mind is panicking. It recognizes the anxiety rushing through you. How you shake, gasp for air, look around furiously due to the fear of impending doom. Was this a panic attack?

“Y/n? What’s going on?" Yes. This was all you needed. You craved his voice—his touch—just him. His hand immediately reached out to grab your face, thumb grazing over your bloodied lip. “Oh my god, why are you bleeding from your mouth? Did he fucking hit you?” You spasticity shake your head, dismissing his worst-case-scenario mindset. You grip onto his shirt, pressing your face into his chest as you heave.

“Is she okay?” “What’s going on?” “Is that your date?” You recognize all of their voices. Their voices would be soothing to your soul if you weren’t crying your eyes out.

“What the hell… I’m so sorry. Just hold onto me, okay?” You nod and let your legs give out, but he’s quick to react and follows you to the ground. You curl up haphazardly into his lap on the floor, face still pressed against his chest, hands pulling even harder at his shirt. They later slide down to his flexed abdomen as your body gives out more and more with each passing second. Eventually, you’re crying into his lap pathetically, gasping for air, arms snug tight around his lower waist.

“Give us space,” Jimin spoke up, sternly telling the boys to leave. You could hear their bare footsteps quickly flee the scene. He looked around, holding onto you even tighter once the room grew empty. He eventually pulled you up off the floor and into his arms, settling the two of you onto the couch. “Talk to me. What happened.” He cooed, running his hands through your hair as you sat in his lap. You’d never been this close with him before. You could tell he really enjoyed your close company, even if it consisted of your snot and blood smearing on his freshly ironed shirt. “Y/n…” he whispered, tapping under your chin, signaling that he wanted to see your face. “What happened?” He repeated patiently. Eventually, your eyes fluttered open, finally meeting his gaze for what seemed like ages. His eyes pooled with guilt and gloom. Speckles of light-reflecting tears trickled down his flushed cheeks, merging into blobs on his jawline. His face sparkled underneath his bleached bangs that covered his cheekbones. He looked so pretty. And thankfully he was bent over, his hair hanging over the two of you so it was made possible to bask in his jabuticaba eyes. The corner of his lip couldn’t help but twitch, sudden merriment washed over him. At the moment, he realized how much you meant to him. How he’d never let anything happen to you ever again. And at that moment, he promised to himself that he’d never let you out of his sight again. “You still look at me the same. I missed you.” He whispered fondly.

“Of course I look at you the same” you whined, nuzzling further into his neck. He just hummed in approval, pulling you further up into his lap so your legs swung over to either side of his thighs. Your knees dug uncomfortably into the couch cushion. You didn’t care. You needed this. “Can I stay with you? I heard you had a date?” You mumbled against his skin. He faintly shivered as you wet your lips, accidentally skimming his neck.

“I’d drop everything for you. We need each other.” He contently sighed, pressing his face against yours as he gingerly dragged his nails along your back, etching shapes into your shirt. “I wasn’t going to let you leave anyway, hun.” You smiled against his skin at the all too familiar pet name. With your mind now slightly content, you looked up at him coyly. You noted how he was returning a similar expression. That’s when you both realized the skies opened up once again. It was like the Gods had plucked stars from the night sky and delicately placed them within his eyes. The way they glimmered under the shade of his dark lashes was hypnotic and alluring. You observed the (somewhat) innocent desire that overcast his vision. His eyes weren’t chaste, that much was for sure. Maybe what convinced you it was partially lust was the pressure building against your inner right thigh.

“Please. I only want you.” You cut him off, eyes trailing down his softened face to his lips. You studied the fullness of them. How flushed and plump they seem. How they shimmered in the faintly lit room. Saliva coating them after his tongue peeked out, dragging along his lower lip. His lips parted, allowing shallow breaths to escape them. That’s when your skin prickled with heat. Your nerve endings grew keen to touch. Heart rate soaring to dangerous levels. Not necessarily dangerous for your body, but your sanity. You knew he felt your heart thud against his own chest. You could feel his. It matched yours effortlessly. Your lips unconsciously divided for his, heads naturally tilting to the side, hands sliding up one another’s bodies, halting on damp tear-stained faces. You were holding one another so fondly, fingertips brushing against cheeks, eyes snapping shut, mouths moving in simultaneously. He felt so soothing. So warm against you. He whined as he tasted the metal tang of your blood mixed with your saliva. He felt guilty that the taste was so intimate and real to him. Fluttering wings of butterflies tormented your body when he let out an erotic sigh inside your mouth. You shivered greatly, your body completely overwhelmed with the intimate sensation. You weren’t anxious, not one bit. You were being engulfed in new waters. You were sinking, mouth fighting to stay above, hands moving down to drive through the waves. Is he figuring out how to move against the waves too? How to control his breathing? Your hands press against his heated chest, noting how they rise and fall with each shaky breath. You felt his tongue slip in like you had accidentally swallowed a wave. You were finally accepting the oceans power. It was tempting. Think about how relaxing it would be to finally give in. Become one with the current. Never fighting the water again. “I love you.” You cried, rushing in, driving your mouth deeper into his, hands slipping underneath the waves. Feeling the warmth of the sun-reflecting waters against your hands and arms. Arms trapping themselves under the tightness of his shirt. You dug your nails into his skin. You felt the reply of the ocean. It welcomed you with open arms and agreed to tend to you. You two were now one entity. You felt arms envelope you, and you began to float. Your legs tightly wrapped around his waist. You didn’t kick. You didn’t fight. You clung to him like he was all you had. And in actuality, he was all you had currently.

“M-my room.” He pulled away, gasping, body shuddering against yours. “Can I have you?” He panted, arms jolting you upward to press his forehead against yours. You nodded, pants colliding with his in the space between you two. Frantically, he rushed through the hallway, eyes bolting about to make sure he wouldn’t trip, fingers digging into your thighs to hold you in place. His arms shaking a little—maybe from the adrenaline, maybe from the physical weakness that overthrew his being after finally getting to kiss you. You heard the door shut—the wood meeting its counterpart with an alarming bang. In the blink of an eye, he was towering over you, gasping, licking his lips, and tugging at his skinny jeans, doing everything in his power to control himself. “Give me a moment.” He let out a shaky sigh, gaze falling down to his lap as he palmed at his hard-on, attempting to adjust and hide it. He sat back on his knees, legs tucked under himself, toes digging into the sheets, heels pressed against his rear. His hands rose, brushing back his hair from his face. You forgot how unbelievably beautiful he was. “Are you sure about this? I thought this stuff made you nervous?” He asked, letting his hands fall to his knees as he sat between your legs.

“Jimin…” you muttered, torso leaning up, forearms tangling in the sheets. “I always wanted you to be my first.” You admitted, blushing, and staring deeply into him for a reaction. He just cockily smirked, compelling you to laugh. You knew what he was saying: he knew that from the very beginning. You two spoke through subtle expressions: cocking of the eyebrows, softening eyes, smirking in various manners. You two still connected on that level—and it didn’t surprise you.

“I’ll take it slow. I want to show you how much you mean to me.” He sighs. It’s barely on the verge of a moan. “Can I take this off?” He tugs on the material of your grey sweats down by your calves. You simply smile in response, lightly tossing your head to adjust the hair that frames your face. His eyes hungrily wander before his hands do. He leans over, pressing his hands into your hips, hesitantly sliding his fingers under the waistband. His hands are clammy as they drag along the soft skin of your waist. His pinkie finger briefly tugs on your thong as he slowly drags down your pants. “Sorry.” He gulps, pulling back up your underwear with a shocked expression. He continues dragging down the material at a teasing rate until he reaches your knees. He kneads at your thighs lovingly, watching as you squirm under him nervously. “You’re so pretty.” He stares at your clothed core in awe, taking note of the darker discoloration of your red panties. His eyes suddenly squeeze shut and you assume he’s composing himself. Unexpectedly, his torso falls flat on the bed, your legs are hiked upon his shoulders, and he’s kissing down your thighs greedily. “So soft. So beautiful.” You whimper out loud, briefly catching his attention. “This area sensitive?” He ponders to himself, licking a gentle stripe on your inner thigh, nibbling at the dampened skin. He might be tending to your thighs, but his eyes haven’t left the slickness of your center. It’s so tempting to dive in headfirst, but he knows he can’t rush with you. Not someone as innocent as you. You were so seraphic in his eyes. Innocent, at heart—childlike, but attentive with your actions. You were an angel taking form as his best friend.

“Jimin, I need you. Please...” His head snaps up inquisitively. It takes him a moment to realize you were referring to being ate out. You were begging for him to tongue-fuck you. To make you cum on his face. The thought of it nearly made him moan. He nodded in response and his hands jolted foreword, cleanly ripping off the layer separating his lips from yours.

“So fucking wet for me. So cute and untouched.” He mumbles against the wetness coating your folds. “You taste so good…” he groaned, dragging his tongue up and barely through your lips, stopping at your clit. You whimpered, locking your ankles behind his head, lightly squeezing him with your thighs at the new sensation. “Hold me if you need to.” The caring gesture of his hand reaching for yours warmed your heart. Your hand squeezed his, a few trailing fingers gripping his wrist tightly. “My hair, silly.” He smiled, moving your hand to his hair. His hand fell back, squeezing your hip to pull you into his mouth. You yelped, clenching around nothing as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking gently at the bud. His free hand made its way to your dripping folds and smeared it about, threatening to enter each time they grazed over your hole. “You’re dripping, hun.” He gasped, pulling away to catch his breath before losing himself inside of you. His tongue invaded your lips. He was entranced by the way your hips rhythmically jolted into his mouth, hands roughly tugging at his hair, crying out with each subtle movement of his tongue. “So sensitive.” He mumbled into you and it reverberated inside your core, briefly heightening your sensitivity. He moved away, his tongue leaving you empty and trembling. You gasped when you felt a finger enter your core. It pushed through the tightness of your walls, your lubrications, and his saliva aiding it in its path upward. “Fucks sake.” Jimin groaned, licking his lips as you quivered around his index finger. He glanced up to your face, losing himself completely in your fucked out state. He wanted to see you lose your cool. He wanted to hear his name fall from your pretty lips. And by the state of you currently, he knew it wasn’t going to take much. He confidently slid in another finger, curling them as he pulled out, flexing them straight as he dug them deeper, repeating the process.

“Jimin! Ah, fuck!” You moaned, practically screaming. His name continued to fall from your lips and he quickly pulled his lips from their current spot against your clit. He wanted to watch your face contort in ecstasy. His eyes were half-lidded with lust, panting, and inaudibly whining with you. He couldn’t help it. He felt like he was watching a porno. You were that hot.

“You gonna cum for me? Hm?” He moaned, adjusting the angle he was hitting you at, driving his fingers against your rough patch. If you weren’t already choking him with your thighs, you certainly were now. “Easy, doll.” He cooed, turning his head to suck on your inner thigh as his free hand came up to pry your legs open. You begged him to let you cum. But, there was no reason for you to beg for your release. He was gonna make you cum (whether you wanted it or not). You were more vocal than ever, turning him into a horny young boy once again, igniting the young and giddy feeling within him, just like old days. “Don’t worry. I’ll make you cum.” He smirked to himself, driving deeper inside of you and suddenly circling clockwise on your clit with his other hand, roughly stimulating your orgasm. “Be a good girl and cum for me, okay? Don’t hold back.” With his simple words, punctuated just right, he had you toppling over the edge and squeezing his fingers alarmingly tight. He rubbed and fingered you through your orgasm, pushing aside the powerfully intruding thoughts of tearing off your clothes and fucking you senseless. After coming down from your high, the stimulation became far too much to handle, so you whimpered and removed your legs from his shoulders, pressing your knees into his chest, shyly looking away, arms coming up to cross over your face. “Oh, honey. You’re so beautiful, don’t hide from me.” He chuckled, crawling next to you to cradle you against his heated body. He snaked an arm underneath you, pulling in on your head to press it against his chest. “Relax. It’s okay.” He could feel the anxiety coursing inside of you just by how your body faintly trembled and your hands reaching up to hold him. “Did I do okay?” He asked, desperately craving reassurance. He wanted to treat you like a princess, you weren’t just some fuck toy like the other girls on campus (or what his date was going to be.)

“Don’t worry, it felt amazing. But… don’t you need to be pleased too?” You suggested, pulling back to find his eyes. They were dark with animalistic lust. The way his fingers caressed your hip and traveled down your thigh briefly gave you a different vibe, however. He was so gentle with you despite mentally ravishing you.

“Question is, do you want me, y/n?” He asked, pressing his lips to yours in a comforting manner, his hand tugging on the dip in your waist. The kiss was soft and sweet, speaking a thousand words he was never able to once say. You nodded, acknowledging his gentle act. You rolled onto your back, tossing and locking your legs behind his lower back to keep him against you. “Missed me that much, huh?” He responded, latching his lips onto your neck, leaves splotches of salvia, and developing bruises. “I want him to see these.” You hummed in a confused tone, opting for him to repeat himself more clearly. “I want you to show Chris that you belong to me.” You shivered at how possessive he came across.

It might seem toxic to some, but you always adored having someone who would go to the ends of the earth for you, threatening to destroy anyone who touched you.

Because you belonged to him, there was no going around it.

You always had belonged to him.

“Whatever is worrying you right now, forget about it. Take a deep breath, stay positive and know that things will get better.”

— Unknown

stranger cities (m)

summary ⇾ alone and single in paris - the city of love. that is until, you meet him and he turns your lonely night into a valentine’s day you won’t ever forget.

genre ⇾ smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst

warnings ⇾ body worshiping, impregnation kink, oral, unprotected sex, foul language

words ⇾ 5.5k

authors note ⇾ this is a repost from my previous blog that I abandoned 2 years ago but i’ve recently decided to start writing again! i wrote this as a little something for those who, like me, are constantly worried about spending your life alone

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coming to paris was what you would call - a last minute decision.

after recently splitting from a relationship that seemed to be your whole life, you were in desperate need of a change in scenery. it seemed like you had spent your entire relationship just trying to get the affection you so desperately craved and when you had finally chalked up the balls to tell him to put a ring on it or get out - no one could blame you for running away when, instead of getting on one knee like you had hoped, he was packed and gone the next day. you were embarrassed to say the least and more importantly heart broken. you laid crying in bed for days. however, the tears had long since dried and you were no longer dwelling on a life that could’ve been. instead you stood sipping on your third glass of champagne and gazing out from the roof top restaurant, enchanted with the sight before you.

it was early into the night. people still stuck in their cars as they waited in work traffic, the sounds of honking cars and bustling feet could still be heard from the street below. you merely tuned them out as you continued to stare off into the horizon, the tall silhouette of the Eiffel Tower peeking out from in front of the clouds. the light from the setting sun reflected in your eyes as you brung the rim of your glass up to your lips.

“beautiful, isn’t she?”

a voice from your right startled you from your spot leaning against the metal railing, champagne sloshing in your hand from the surprise.

“shit.” you quietly cursed the person as you shook your hand of the wasted alcohol and turned to look at the offender. however what greeted you instantly made you forget your train of thought.

“the tower i mean- isn’t that what you were looking at?” the alarmingly deep voice belonged to a man dressed in black slacks and a white button up, long trench coat stretched over wide shoulders. the words came from plush red lips that lifted into a bashful box like grin and atop his head sat hair that was a rich chocolate brown. the tresses seemed to match the shining almond shaped eyes that beautifully reflected every color of the sky as they flicked back over to your face at the lack of response. “oh excuse me- tu ne parles pas anglais?”

you distinctly recognized the words as French and you couldn’t help but think how sexy the language sounded rolling off his tongue. finally with mortification you realized that he was still expecting an answer.

“no! I mean yes…I do speak english.” you rushed to respond, mentally cursing your ability to make any situation awkward.

“I see…maybe I am intruding, yes? You look like you wanted to be alone.” he asked, brows furrowed and pretty lips turning into a frown. he seemed to have an accent that thickly coated his words and you briefly wondered if he was native to France.

“No-no you’re fine. I could use some company.” You laughed lightly to ease the tension before gesturing back to the view. “And yes it is very beautiful.”

he merely offered you another kind smile and turned back to the horizon in front of the two of you. it was quiet as you booth stood; him sipping on a glass of dark red wine and you still nursing the champagne you had before the man wandered over. the heels on your feet were starting to hurt like hell and you instantly regretted shoving your toes in the nude pumps at the beginning of the evening. the pain must’ve started to show on your face as the man next to you looked on with concern.

“would you like to sit ms…”

“Y/N. my names Y/N and yes thank you.” you smiled gratefully and allowed him to accompany you over to a table set up in the corner of the rooftop.

by now the sun had set behind the clouds and the sky was just starting to light up with stars. before the restaurant relied on the daylight but now small lanterns, hung from looming wires, illuminated the space. people were bustling about in their own conversations and in their own little worlds. yet here you were sitting alone with a strange man in a strange city.

“my names taehyung by the way.” his voice once again snapped you out of your thoughts causing you to send him a look of confusion. “I only thought it fair since I know yours now.”

“I don’t mean to sound rude, but why are you being so…kind?” the question had been sitting on your tongue for a while now.

“well you are very beautiful.” he said this with a small smile and a charming look in his eyes. “too beautiful to be alone in the city of love. I wonder - is there someone that should be accompanying you tonight?”

his question caused a small frown to spread across your face and your gaze to fall to your hands clasped in your lap. “no..there isn’t actually.”

“ah okay...then, what are you doing here in the wonderful city of paris?” his eyes seemed to come alive with the mentioning of the city’s name, arms opening and gesturing towards the surrounding area. watching the man look so at comfortable in his own skin made you envious.

“I don’t really know…running I suppose.” you shrugged and looked off into the distance.

“running from what may I ask?” he said. he seemed to be full of questions.

“it seems silly, since I am in the city of love, but that’s exactly what i’m running from. love.” you sighed and trailed your gaze back over to look at taehyung, finding that his eyes had never left you. the intensity of his stare made you shift in your seat and a small blush to settle on your cheeks.

“oh do continue. I am nothing but open ears.” it didn’t take much convincing for you to tell your story, you had never had a chance to get what happened off your chest properly. you merely informed your friends and immediate family that you were going on a trip and would be back in a month. that had been practically two weeks ago.

“it’s nothing really. his name was yoongi; we were…high school sweethearts. I always knew that he was a bit hard to get through to, but I guess I just thought that if I stuck around long enough he would eventually open up to me.” you said, laughing lightly at your own words. “it was stupid to think he could love anything more than his music.”

it was silent as taehyung registered your words. he could see that you were obviously still hurt by what happened.

“you shouldn’t dwell on something that happened in the past or some loser who couldn’t appreciate what he had.” he said, gaze still strained on you, never wavering.

“that’s easy for you to say. I mean- look at you!” you gestured wildly to the man in front of you. “you look like that!” your words caused taehyung to laugh quietly.

“looks are not the only thing that make a person. the personality is what counts.” you scoffed at cliche use of words.

“i’m serious!” taehyung countered and chuckled at your obvious disbelief before reaching across the table and grasping the hand that reached for your champagne glass. “and I for one think that you are positively radiant. body and mind.”

his words caused a blush to settle on your cheeks and you shyly ducked your head.

“I don’t know about that…” you shook your head and peered up at him from underneath your lashes.

“nonsense! trust me, by the end of the night i’ll have you feeling like the sexiest woman in all of paris.” his words and eyes held a promise that made you shudder at the idea of how he planned to uphold it. but for now you merely smiled and nodded your head in acknowledgment of his words.

for the rest of the night you two talked about anything and everything. he seemed to be an endless pit of money judging by the many appetizers and bottles of wine he was able to keep ordering. you might of tried every french delicacy in the place from escargot to café gourmand. and of course being in France you had to try a couple glasses of wine.

“this is a bordeaux 1988 merlot.” his eyes watched intensely as you took a sip of the dark red liquid, lips sealing over the rim of the glass. “taste the richness of the plum and the light hint of cedar.”

oh you were tasting something alright. the deepness of his voice made his words sound like a purr and the staring contest you two seemed to have going on made you squirm in your seat. at the sight at you moving around he merely smirked and continued on tasting his dessert. you almost wished he would stop with the food and move on the main course, you.

when the night was finally over and both of your belly’s were full, sweet tooth sated, he offered to escort you out. taehyung had been nothing but a gentleman the entire night and you hoped you would be able to see the other side to him that was surely hiding behind charming words and gentle touches. it seemed as if your wishes had been heard when at the exit of the building he asked where you were staying. when you informed him of your lodgings at a local hotel just around the corner he seemed almost appalled.

“that mustn’t do. those places do nothing but sell you a fake experience of France and overcharge you for it.” he said with a wave of his hand. “obviously you’ll have to stay at my place for the night.”

“y-your place?” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“yes…is that a problem.” his words practically challenged you to say anything but no. you almost felt like trying your luck just to see what would happen, but you ultimately agreed on it. you almost preened at the idea of staying at the handsome mans home. a man such as taehyung would only settle for the best and most luxurious. once you saw his car you were instantly proved right. the car ride was silent besides the sound of quiet jazz music that played on the radio. it seemed taehyung really liked the saxophone.

“I used to play when I was younger. it’s kind of a hobby.” he said, glancing from the road to send you a quick grin.

“oh? so what do you do now.” your words showed your obvious curiosity.

“i’m an investor mostly. for instance, I own about thirty percent of that restaurant you were at. actually the reason I was there was for a business meeting.” he said it so casually as if owning a five star restaurant wasn’t such an important thing. “surprised?”

“well yeah! I had no idea you owned the place. if you don’t mind me asking how did the meeting go?”

“oh I ended up not going. something far more important caught my attention.” he said. his eyes held a glint of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

arriving at his home, you were greeted by a lofty penthouse that overlooked the entire city of Paris. the doorman outside the building definitely made the place seem like it was only made for the best of the best and you quickly felt out of place. taehyung sensing your discomfort placed a gentle hand on your lower back, guiding you through the lobby and sending small greetings to the staff. the ride up the elevator was so silent that you could a hear pin drop. that was why your gasp was jarring in the small space when you caught taehyungs intense stare in the reflective surface of the wall. you had finally figured out what you had been seeing in his eyes the entire night, hunger.

“taehyung…” your voice caused him to turn his head and look at you. “touch me.”

his figure was like a blur in the reflection and you barely had to time to breathe before he had you up against the wall of the elevator. his scent was intoxicating as he pressed his body close to you, lips sealing over your own. it was almost as if you had been waiting all your life to kiss the man. just the simple touch of his mouth against yours had you letting out a desperate moan. your hands didn’t seem to know where to go as you ran them through his hair before clutching to his back as if your life depended on it.

“fuck I’ve been wanting to do this all night.” he said, voice even deeper than before. his lips continued to stray from your lips to your neck, kissing along your pulse. his teeth nipped at the supple skin, sure to leave purple marks the next day and the idea of being marked by the man made you happier than it should have. you could feel something hardening against your thigh and couldn’t help but grind against it in curiosity. the effect was immediate, taehyung growling against your neck and pushing you farther up the wall, fingers ripping at the collar of your dress in order to get more of your exposed skin.

“taehyung!” you cried. “this dress was expensive!”

“i’ll get you three more just like it.” he said before continuing to leave marks in his wake. you laughed before letting out a small gasp at the nip he gave you in retaliation.

you two almost didn’t hear the ding of the elevator as it finally opened to what you assumed was taehyungs loft. he stepped away finally allowing you a moment to clear your head before he grabbed your hand and pulled you from the confines of the elevator. you didn’t have much time to look around his apartment but from what you could see it was very modern. before you could observe more of the apartments decor, he was pulling you in the direction of the bedroom.

immediately after walking into the room taehyung lifted you and threw you onto the plush king sized bed in the middle of the room, your body bouncing on to the pile of what seemed like a million pillows. you couldn’t help but giggle at the feeling before you caught sight of taehyung slowly stripping off his shirt button by button. your breath caught in your throat. his dark gaze raked over the expanse of your body splayed out before him, never knowing where to stop before they finally landed on your face.

“beautiful…” his words caused you to blush and you couldn’t help but to feel self-conscious. a beautiful man was here ready to practically worship you and yet you still felt like you weren’t enough.

“don’t say that.” you said meekly, ducking your head. “I know i’m not the prettiest girl out there. you could probably have any girl you wanted yet you’re stuck with...this.”

you gestured to your most likely awry hair and smudged makeup, torn dress hanging from your shoulder. your words made taehyung frown.

“even if that were true, which it isn’t, it doesn’t matter because I obviously want you.” he said.

taehyung saw the hesitance in your face before proceeding to kneel on the bed, crawling his way up your body. his hands paved the way for him as he held himself above you, brown eyes gazing down at you from underneath brown bangs. the hardness in his pants was once again pressed against your thigh.

“do you feel that?” he said. “how hard I am for you.”

you breathed out a whine at his words and nodded your head in response. you couldn’t help but reach up and run your hands over his exposed chest, pushing the fabric of his shirt off his shoulders, leaving the material to pool around his wrists. taehyung merely placed a gentle kiss on your lips before lifting himself to kneel at the foot of the bed, throwing his shirt carelessly to the side.

“now strip.”

you didn’t think your face could get any redder at this point and you were glad to be rid of the body clad dress as you felt like you were sweltering in a heat only you could feel.

hesitantly you began to peel the torn material off your body, taehyung watching you the entire time. when the dress fell down to your waist exposing your braless chest you felt nervousness start to course through your body. before you could lift your arms to cover yourself in shame taehyung gripped your wrists and shook his head. with a quick motion he had you pinned underneath him once more, this time your arms glasped tightly in his hands above your head.

“amazing.” taehyung breathed out, staring down at your chest that jutted out in the position. he took both your arms in one hand before using the other to massage your breast. the tips of his calloused fingers caused your nipples to pebble under their ministrations and you had to fight a mewl from escaping your lips as he tweaked the small bud.

“you sound so pretty, princess. let me hear more of those cute little sounds.” you felt his breath against your cheek as he muttered the words and the nickname caused the flush on your cheeks to spread down to your chest. you almost wished your hands were free so you could wind your hands in the those beautiful brown tresses atop his head, but you couldn’t couldn’t help but admit that you liked the feeling of helplessness the position gave you. yet you were still able to lift a leg to wrap around his waist, using it as leverage to lift your hips up and grind against the hard member you felt poking at your thigh.

the friction caused taehyung to let out a quiet moan and his eyes to flutter shut, his head dipping down to rest back in the crook of your neck; teeth biting at your skin and tongue licking over the marks as if he couldn’t get enough of you. an especially sharp nip at the skin of your neck made you yelp in surprise.

“taehyung.” you moaned out quietly, eyes closing as you rolled your neck to the side giving the man more access. the whisper of his name only seemed to spur him on as he took your nipple between his forefinger and thumb. the feeling of his member so close to your core made you let out frustrated noises of pleasure and grind harder up against the man. you heard him tut before he lifted his hips from their position against you.

“not so fast princess. I wanna take my time with you.” he smirked at your apparent frustration at his words. you almost wanted to fuck the smug look off his face, but you knew that eventually you would get the chance to make him regret denying you. you had all night after all.

after making sure you knew your place, he leaned down to seal your lips in a passionate kiss. he bit playfully at your bottom lip, the hand on your breast continuing to rub at the sensitive handful of flesh before abandoning it in favor of trailing it down your stomach. the cold tips of his fingers made you flinch at the sensation but that was quickly replaced by pleasure at the feeling of his mouth clasping around a pert nipple. the tips of his fingers slowly sliding your dress down your hips was barely noticeable, outshined only by the his tongue swirling around the nipple in his mouth. you didn’t know when you had got so sensitive but just a bit of taehyung fondling your breast managed to make you soak through your panties, wetness leaking down your thighs.

your head thumped back against the soft sheets of the bed at the feeling of his fingers grazing over the covered mound of your core. you couldn’t help the breath that caught in your throat at the feeling of his fingers barely sliding over your clit through the soaked material of your underwear. your hips jumped at the feeling and moans continued to slip past your lips as he alternated between sucking and biting at the nipples on your chest.

“taehyung I want- I want..” you could barely get the words out past the moans that left your lips.

“patience sweetheart.” he softly chuckled against the skin of your chest before increasing pressure on your clit.

“oh.” you gasped out, toes curling at the mind numbing feeling. the sound caused taehyung to groan as he lifted his head to look into your eyes. he placed a sweet kiss against your lips before finally letting your hands go in favor of sliding down your body. his fingers hooked in the band of your underwear before dragging the material down your knees to pool at your ankles along with your dress. you don’t think you can kick the clothes off any faster.

his hands felt huge as they trailed up your legs, tickling at the supple flesh of your thighs before parting them to gaze down at your fluttering lips. his stare made you feel like you were under the lens of a microscope and you couldn’t help but cover up your red face causing taehyung to tut.

“ah ah ah baby. don’t cover yourself up. ” taehyungs hands reached up to move yours from your face. “ I wanna see the pretty faces you make as I eat your cute little pussy.”

the mere idea of being eaten out used to make you embarrassed; you never felt confident enough to even let your ex see your naked body in the light. yet taehyungs words only had more wetness leaking out of you. judging by taehyungs face you could see he noticed too.

“oh? do you like that idea princess?” his words sounded smug as he finally reached a hand down to graze over your aching clit.

you couldn’t help but try to grind against his hand “taehyung please….”

he chuckled darkly at your desperation before granting your wish; fingers abandoning your clit in favor of dipping a cold finger into your entrance as you whined in a desperate plea.

his finger granted you a brief relief before he pulled it back out to spread the wetness around your pink and abused lips. taehyungs gaze was trained on the sight of his fingers between your legs, eyes dark with lust as he bit his lip. “such a pretty pussy.”

you watched with bated breathe as he brought a soaked digit up to his mouth, tongue peeking out and eyes fluttering closed at the taste. he moaned as he sucked them clean before drawing them out with a pop.

“delicious.”

suddenly his finger dipped back into your entrance, pumping the digit in and out painstakingly slow as his thumb came up to rub at your clit. just when you thought it couldn’t get any better you felt him shove another finger into your fluttering core. you couldn’t help but try to hide your embarrassingly desperate moans behind a hand.

“what did I say earlier, princess?” his thumb rubbed against your clit as he punctuated his words with a thrust of his fingers. “I wanna hear you.”

“fuck….” you whimpered.

your eyes squeezed shut at the slight burn you felt, but it was soon drowned out by the feeling of plush lips trailing up your thigh. the cold tip of his nose shocked you as it bumped up against your clit. yet the feeling was nothing compared to his tongue licking a steady stripe up your slit. glancing down you could see taehyung was clearly caught up in what he was doing as he continued lapping at your clit. you gripped harshly at his sweaty brown hair, hips coming up to get more of his tongue across your core.

the sight of your flushed cheeks and bitten swollen lips, messy hair and chest heaving with pleasure had taehyung palming himself through his slacks. yet even though he was rock hard, getting off was the last thing in his mind. he wanted to watch you unravel.

“absolutely beautiful.” his words vibrated against your clit causing you to whine and grip his hair tighter. your reaction only seemed to spur him on as he continued to devour the wetness leaking from your entrance. he had never tasted anything so delicious and he never wanted to stop.

your climax was quickly sneaking up on you as he continued to pump his digits in and out of your entrance, tongue sucking on your abused clit. despite the tightening coil in your core, taehyung continued; scissoring his fingers as he brought them out and then fucking them back in slow and deep.

“ah- fuck. taehyung please let me cum.” the words left your lips in pants as you leaned your head back and tried desperately to grind your core against his mouth and fingers.

your words only served to make him sharpen his tongue into a point and slide the hot, wet appendage into your entrance. your mouth formed a circle and your eyes clenched shut as you let out a silent moan. sweat ran down both of your faces; your hair stuck to the nape of your neck and taehyungs mouth covered in your release. your hands pushed his face further into your core in order to ride his tongue and he let you have your way briefly before pulling his face away and continuing to fuck you with his fingers.

“that’s it, princess. riding my fingers like a good girl.” his words continued to make the heat in your stomach coil tighter. “go ahead and cum so I can stick my cock in your pretty little cunt.”

his words and increased pace finally had you reaching your climax. tears pricked your eyes as the coil tightened before snapping and a fresh batch of wet leaked out around his fingers. white flashed behind your eyes and all you could hear was your heart thumping in your chest and blood rushing in your ears. your knuckles were practically white as you gripped taehyungs hair riding out your high. harsh pants escaped your lips as you came down from your high; your fingers weakening the hold on taehyungs head.

“that was the most sexiest thing I have ever seen.” taehyungs guttural voice managed to bring you back to reality as you slowly opened your eyes to peer down at the man between your legs. your fingers pushed the sweaty hair off his forehead as you laughed tiredly at taeyhungs words and a grin stretched across your lips.

“wan’ your cock now taehyungie.”

the slurred words caught the man off guard but still caused him to shudder and he had to take a minute to calm himself before he came in his pants. he could only nod as he got up from the spot between your legs, fingers fumbling with his belt as he stripped from his pants. the slacks and underwear lay forgotten with the rest of the clothes as he kneeled before you, member slapping up against his stomach. the sight almost had your mouth watering.

“like what you see, babygirl?” he said smugly.

you couldn’t stop yourself from nodding. even though he wasn’t the thickest, he was considerably more girthy than anyone you had ever taken. not to mention the length was more than desirable. the fat flushed head of his cock was dripping pre cum and you instantly felt bad for making him wait so long. you parted your legs in beckoning and he surged forward to resume his rightful place between your thighs.

“what the princess wants, the princess gets.” he chuckled lowly as he stared down at you. you couldn’t help but hope the look in his eyes was one of love and not just lust. it sounded stupid since you had only met the man that night, but a girl could dream couldn’t she? “brace yourself sweetheart.”

the feeling of his member pushing against your entrance made you intake a sharp breath. he gave you a second before pushing into the hilt, releasing a breathless groan as you squeezed tight around his cock. the feeling of his cock sliding into your fluttering walls had a moan slipping past your lips and your eyes clenching shut.

taehyungs hands were on your hips, holding you firmly to his base as he took a minute to catch his breath before drawing back out. abruptly he shoved his cock back into your entrance, jostling your entire body up the bed.

“I’m gonna fill your pretty pussy up so good.” taehyungs grunted as he thrusted into you, shoving his cock up against your womb. you almost feel like you were too full, and you didn’t know how you were gonna manage as he thrusted upwards into your soaking entrance.

you could only moan in response as he littered your neck with even more bruises than before, using his hands on your hips to guide you down onto his cock while thrusting into you simultaneously.

“princess, you’re so tight.” he groaned lowly in your ear. “do you know how many times I thought about this while talking to you tonight? watching you wrap your lips around those wine glasses when all I wanted was them around my cock, did you want to tease me, hmmm? answer me...”his whispers send a shudder racking down your spine.

“taehyung…please..”

he only growled in response, and slammed into you harder, your breasts shaking from the force. you could only dig your nails into his shoulders, hanging on for the ride and every time he bottomed out you felt your second climax drawing nearer and nearer.

“you look so beautiful like this. you’re making such a mess, leaking all over my cock like this.” his words came out in harsh pants against your cheek, the delicious wet sound of his balls slapping against your slit making you leak even more onto the sheets.

“you’re practically dripping for me.” his cock was twitching inside you and you feel it growing almost unbearably hot. his words come out strained and you instantly knew he was close.

“tae, I want your cum so bad.” you moaned around the words, head thrown back in pleasure.

“oh does my princess want my cum in her tight little pussy? hmm, want me to knock you up and keep you here round with my kids?” taehyungs words have your eyes rolling back into your head as he punctuates them with a thrust. you can feel his cock bulging against your stomach and you nod your head with enthusiasm as you push yourself up against thrusts.

“yes, taehyung! please!” you can feel your climax right around the corner and you’re almost delirious with the feeling. “fill my pussy!”

your words are just the right thing to push him off the edge, giving two hard thrusts before he spilled his cum inside your walls, grasping your waist firmly to seal his hips to yours. the warmth and intensity of his spurts of cum against the entrance to your womb makes you convulse around him as he releases, cum drowning your womb till you’re overflowing with him. he continued to fuck his cum into you with deep thrusts, watching it spill around his length and leak down your thighs, dripping onto the sheets beneath you.

you felt truly and utterly exhausted, the two orgasms taking most of your energy. taehyung continued to pant harshly in your ear before rolling to the side and pulling you to his chest, his spent length slipping out of you. you instantly felt some of his cum dribble out onto your slit and you watched as taehyung reached down to cup what had escaped, pressing his cum back inside you with two fingers causing you to squirm in sensitivity.

“definitely think you’re getting pregnant.” he said with a small chuckle and a dangerous glint in his eye.

“oh you think? don’t think that ones gonna take.” you replied back jockingly.

“we can always go again or…maybe a third time?” he said laughing. his eyes roamed over your tired figure before sighing and reaching up to cup your cheek, his eyes holding a fond look.

“happy valentine’s, mon amour.”

“happy valentines, tae tae.” you said, hand cupping his own on your cheek.

the night had started off lonely and you were more than content to spend it like that. yet you were thankful you had met taehyung, and the cum nestled snugly in your womb made you feel warm from the inside out.

“I just hope the baby isn’t a scorpio.”

silk & stones | kth (m)

Summary: “Taehyung was a writer… he was a writer indeed.”

Kim Taehyung knows his way around words – they cast a spell on your heart and mind, leave you gasping dangerously fast. Until the mystery behind his persona unveils and his touch, along with his words, becomes a vivid memory.

➳ pairing: Taehyung x reader ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ genre: strangers to lovers, writer!au; angst, fluff, smut ➳ warnings: writer + violinist tae 🥺 who’s a gentleman in the 19th century, brief mention of injuries/a mental institution, misunderstandings, heartbreak, secrets, grief, much poetry (and my attempt at writing a poem, pls spot), much disgoosting fluff, flirting and lots of sexual tension; explicit sexual content: 2 sex(y) scenes, fingering on a boat, choking, teasing, begging, praising, soft dom!tae, big dick!tae, tiddie fondling/sucking, some manhandling, dirty talk, they’re just so cute :((, oral (f. and m. receiving), some masturbation, oc is into neck kisses, some biting, fingering, hair pulling, asking for permission :(, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (it’s the 19th century…), aftercare; there’s quite some angst ok; lmk if i forgot smth !! ➳ word count: 27k (💀) ➳ a/n: damn, this one was a lottt and i’m even somewhat proud i managed to post it cos i was dreading doing so LMAO. but my baby @hobisuniverse​ didn’t just beta it, but encouraged me so so much, too. i love you to the moon and back, my love 🥺 hope y’all enjoy !! as always, feel free to pop into my inbox and talk to me, it means the world to me <33

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You thought there was insanity behind the idea of fate until you met Kim Taehyung.

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