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NAMJOONED IN THE FOREST

💕Pairing: Namjoon x Reader 

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

✏️Genre/au: Smut, Canon, hidden relationship 

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 1609

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut

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

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

I can't believe I missed to post this 😭 it was supposed to be out 2 Mondays ago 😭😭😭😭😭

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“Girl, I was home half an hour ago. Couldn’t you have told me this then?” you say after almost ten minutes on the phone with one of your friends who made the cut for BTS+Army in the Soop, while lying on a picnic blanket. The floor is soft with the greenery of the forest and the tall trees covering you from the summer sun. The view at this height is spectacular and there is nowhere else you want to be at this exact moment. Especially not to do what is being requested. “No, I’m not going to. Not right now at least. Don’t make me swear–Bitch, I’m in the middle of nowhere. Do I draw the fucking tofu? J-Hope is in house two, he didn’t go out with the others. I’m sure–” Namjoon’s dragon eyes set on you, then his hand moves from your goosebumped arm, where he had been drawing caresses, to the strap of your dress. Sliding slowly in between the thin fabric and your collarbone, his eyes move to the phone, where you can hear your friend spiralling about going to talk to Hoseok. “Calm down, he’s not going to eat you for going to talk to–Shhh. Oh my god, don’t say that!” you speak, trying to placate her nerves but suddenly Namjoon’s hand darts from your skin to the phone and grabs it, ending the call. Then he places it at his side of the blanket behind him and pulls both your hands above your head while straddling you.

He bends his upper body to kiss you with the fierceness of a man starved. His lips wrap yours making you respond with the same intensity and his taste hits your brain making you feral. You contort your legs out of the cage built by his thick and muscular ones, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him down to meet his hips with yours. The grunt he lets out over your lips prickles your senses and the moment he abdicates to your movement, you notice the full length of his hard on against your pelvic bone. He nibbles at your lower lip and lets out a second grunt that sends a shiver through your whole body and concentrates its electricity right where your bodies are connected. 

The way your breath falters and you want to mewl, brings you to the realisation that you’ve never been turned on this quickly in your life. He retakes the kiss with the same hunger and grinds against you. The intense rub against your receptive bud makes you drip in your panties, finally letting out a moan against his mouth. Encouraged by your music, he rubs against you again and takes hold of your wrists with only one of his big hands. His lips travel from kisses on your cheek to the crook of your neck, where he savours you, making you moan softly again. 

His free hand finds its way to the hem of your blue dress and slightly pulls it up. He then  sneaks his hand up your thigh and explores the band of your underwear. With a chuckled hum, he slides his fingers in between your skin and the elastic to partially pull them down; giving access to your bare rear. He grasps the flesh in a handful while ravenously nibbling and grinding again. 

“Please…” you whine, moving your hips up with want. He grunts and sucks on your throat with more intensity and you are sure he is leaving a mark at this point. “Please…” you mumble, completely lost on the his hips carve into you. If he was inside of you, he’d be making you scream, and he seems to be eager to make that happen. The hand playing stress-ball with your buttock moves to your abdomen as he rises to his knees. He pulls your deep green panties down your legs, never letting go of your wrists. “Let me.” you ask him, eyes moving from his face to his hand’s new location over the laces of his grey sweatpants. 

He lets go of you and you move to your knees to get face to face, putting your hands on his nape, dragging your fingers on his short hair while aiming for a kiss that he receives enthusiastically. The way you slide your hands under his ribs, his back, and then the waistband of those pants has him pressing his body to yours, in need of friction. Your hands slide in and you grab his cheeks, only adding to his grinding. Then you move them to his sides, sliding the piece of clothing to his thighs and having to lower your body to get them down to his knees,  finding yourself face to face with his member. 

Without thinking twice, you take him in your mouth causing him to gasp,  losing balance for a second, your hands steady on his hips as you bob your head for the first time. “Fuck…!” he groans and you invigorate in your ways; separating to the tip and licking circles as you hold him between your lips. The spit of his precum over your tongue makes you introduce him back in fully, head  trespassing against your vocal cords. When you pull away to catch your breath, he doesn’t allow you to take him back in, scooping your chin up. “No…” he whispers breathless and then unexpectedly reaches behind you managing to make you turn around. “Can I?” he asks, pulling up your dress almost to your bare core. 

“Yes-Yes, please.” you plead for him to take you in that position. Instead, after hearing your acceptance, he pushes your upper body down to the blanket. Placing the dress to rest on your back, he grabs you by the hips and his mouth meets your core. 

At first, you are shocked but his tongue drawing art on your core makes you forget about anything else. You moan to his circles and leaps over your bud. “God!” you cry once you feel the orgasm getting near but he stops abruptly and you pull yourself up to look at him in wonder, finding him stroking himself as he reaches from something at the left pocket of his trousers. 

The pinkish rubber wrapping around his length makes you relax and smile at him. One of his hands pulls you from the hip and holds you as his tip meets your entrance but impatience wins on your side when you move backwards with your knees and hips, pushing him in faster than he expected. The take in your depths with that suddenness breaks on his self-control and he uses both his hands on your hips to push in until the intrusion makes your walls hold him. Your breath hitches but when he pulls partly out and fills back in, feeling his swollen balls against your clit, you let out a strangled cry.

“Fuck! Did I hurt you?” he says, leaning forward to hug you and starting to pull out. You push backwards again with such intent he falls sitting on his legs and you on his lap where he hugs you. “I’m sorry,” he apologises, planting a kiss on your head that you turn into a make out session the moment you tilt your head searching for his lips.

You lap-dance on his dick, rolling your hips as the kiss deepens, and he pushes forward to kneel again. Holding you with one hand over your left breast and the other snaking down to draw circles against your nub,  he starts pounding in you until he gets a pace. He then stops both stimulations and makes you lean again, rolling his hips on you so well you give in to moan with every thrust. The way he makes you feel draws a smile on your lips even with how busy your throat is responding to his ministrations and he adds more by rubbing your clit again when he feels you are getting closer.

The rush of adrenaline, the pleasure wave making your toes curl, makes you giggle when it’s past its peak and Namjoon also chuckles before pushing you down on your stomach to fuck you relentless to reach his own ecstasy. “Gosh… you’re so wet… Fuck!” he grunts nibbling on your earlobe and then your shoulder. The way your walls are sensitive to the railing starts to build a new orgasm, that makes you instinctively roll your ass up against him, to take him even deeper. 

“Namjoon… I–” To the sound of his name something in him sinks and he suddenly grunts, spurting his essence, one white rope after the other as he keeps the pace. It’s his sound too that sends you over another lightning orgasm, walls pulsating over his shaft before he pulls out. Breaths are ragged as he falls to your side but still, he’s gentle enough to pull down your dress to cover you before he pulls up his sweats. A second after you start laughing, so does he. “Let’s go for a walk, huh?” you mock him playfully and laugh again, making him smile and chuckle in response. “You definitely Namjooned me…” you insinuate, and this time it’s his throaty laugh that proceeds. 

“Hey, but look at the view…” he says, pulling you to his body so you can hug him before you look at your surroundings. The power of nature sinks in like the fresh air and it makes you smile widely at him once your eyes meet again. “I didn’t trick you completely…” he jokes, gifting a dimpled smile before something vibrates at one side of the blanket, causing you both to look. It’s your friend again.

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Thanks for the beta @moonleeai. You are an angel 💜

THE WAITER'S - CHAPTER 4: RIVALRY

🍵 Is it too strong? 🍵

💕Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

✏️Genre/au: Angst, Romance, Slice of life with some action, Smut

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Word count: 2723

⚠️Chapter warnings: possessiveness, jealousy, rivalry, provocations

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You wait inside the pitch dark common area of the bathroom getting near the door to listen to what's going on outside. Hearing the door of the next bathroom close, then the silence. You take it as your chance to get out, but as soon as you open the door you notice a silhouette standing against the frame of the broom closet with his arms crossed over his chest. The green emergency light above the door sets the mood for feeling caught red-handed.

Guilt is written on your face and the corner of Taehyung's lips moves up in a slight smirk, showing amusement of sorts, before he walks away. You are left shocked and worried by his attitude when you realise he hasn’t called you out for inappropriate public behaviour and he was there only to confirm a suspicion. The thought that Jimin might get to know what just happened unsettles you, even if you know you don't owe him anything.

However, there’s a certain fear that he might refuse to see you after finding out about this bathroom affair, due to how frowned upon this kind of behaviour is. Maybe, he follows the monogamous mindset that floods this society, where sleeping with two men is not even considered an option. That same attitude Jungkook has had in the bathroom, the one that says 'only mine, even if we are not together' kind of thing.

You know, or at least remember, how Jungkook used to be. When it comes to Jimin, you are blindfolded with lots of what-ifs tinkering in your head. He is a mystery, something you want to explore, a book you have read the summary of, but is yet to be open and maybe is that same curiosity that Jungkook has felt. Maybe, just the inevitable attraction is what has made Jungkook feel the need to show off like that.

You make your way back to the table before Jungkook and find out the room has been lit with candles, an impressive amount of them. It's incredibly romantic and you see the group taking pictures of each other, combined and alone. You are greeted effusively by Sofie, and her new generation phone with more lenses than you ever thought a phone needed, who offers to take a photoshoot of you, using those exact words. Your concern, however, isn't that she’ll be taking pictures of you but that you might still show signs of your transgressions.

She doesn’t point out anything as she comes closer to show you the results of her work, but you can tell something is up when she stands next to you and keeps the glance a little bit longer on you. They are good-good but you think it’s due to her talent, not to your own beauty since pictures in this kind of light can be pretty difficult.

Somehow, Jungkook has managed to get himself to look perfect once again, without a single sign of what has transpired, but when he is offered to be taken pictures of and he takes off his jacket, you feel like you might get your shirt just as damp as he had not many minutes before. He poses like a model, without any sort of shyness and you hear Namjoon and Seokjin teasing him as if they were somewhere in the background when Jungkook cracks out of character in that bunny smile he used to wear.

The corner of your own lips going up and threatening to show a smile as you look at him makes you snap back to reality and focus your attention on the purple orchid at your side, the only plant in the garden with such vibrant colour. Back in time they were popular amongst royalty and wealthy but nowadays they mean gratitude and respect, so you wonder if the fact that it doesn’t match the rest of the flowers is because it’s a gift. The thought is interrupted when Namjoon approaches you to suggest you sit down, like everyone is starting to do and you take the chance to thank him for the invitation.

“It wouldn’t make sense not to invite you, sweetheart. Even if these things are not your cup of tea,” he expresses, touching your arm affectionately as you walk away to your seat.

As if he had been waiting again, Jimin starts to bring in the carts for desserts and coffee, Eunbyeol has the courtesy to take them in order to pass them around and Jimin is about to head back in when the power returns. He smiles to himself and stays just a second enough for Namjoon to refer to him.

“Jimin waiter-nim, I would like to tell my appreciation to the chef before we leave. We loved it,” he speaks as the head of the table. The smile on Jimin widens and to you with all the whites and soft colours around, the lights and the candles, he looks like an angel. One could never guess the way he moved between the sheets, looking so sweet and dedicated in his apron.

“Wait for the desserts, Kim patron-nim, they are also of his making,” he says with candour in his voice and you feel warmness in your chest for how proud he is of his friend. Making sure no one has detected your momentarily infatuation, you see the same smile printed on Hoseok’s lips as he raises the written paper to make his choice and you don’t see the blonde angel leave.

He comes in later, in the middle of an adventure telling from Seokjin’s lips that has Namjoon blushing with shyness. Apparently, Namjoon had a terrible crush on Eunbyeol for a long time before he found the courage to approach her and when he did, he teared up when she accepted to go on a date with him. Eunbyeol knew about this but the other girls were bags of awws to that memory. He notes down the orders with his eyes exchanging glances with the person speaking to him, but you just can’t seem to focus on the menu, glancing over it constantly to see his pretty handwriting the words quickly escape you. When he looks at you expectantly it gets you by surprise and you have to clear up your throat to find your voice.

“I would like some honey bread, please.”

He nods and gives you a small smile, maybe lingering a second too long on the stare before flicking his pen and walking once more inside the main restaurant. Your hand went straight to your drink as soon as he turned around and you caught Jungkook giving you an expressionless glance, before he focused on the conversation that had araised.

This time you knew what they were talking about, you had been there, but you knew another side of it because you were making out with Jungkook right before it happened. He gives you a second glance and one of the corners of his lips curves momentarily up before shifting his focus again.

You remember your lips were locking with his in one of the rooms of his fraternity as the party boiled in the whole building. Summer was near and so was the end of the semester. People were especially eager to celebrate the end of the exams and the alcohol was running around excessively. Jungkook couldn’t hold himself any longer, throwing looks at you across the room like he was going to come over at any moment and kiss you in front of everyone. So you took the wise decision to move upstairs to use the bathroom and maybe stay away from the crowd, or so you said to Yuuki, who was with you that day.

You didn't even make it to the bathroom before being pulled into a bedroom where jk hovered over you, pressing your back against the wall, and closing the door with his feet. The rooms weren’t supposed to be intruded and by far everyone was following the norm but you just didn’t know where to hide for him to get his way and be calm for the rest of the party.

The sounds of muffled moans coming from the next room, however, confirmed that you weren’t the only ones to be sneaky and mischievous and as you got distracted, looking towards the wall where the sound came from, he attacked your neck.

“Missed you so much… Fucking hated these exams….” he muttered against your skin in between open mouthed nibbles.

You used your hands on his jaw to move him from the dangerous path his lips were tracing and his hands pulling you against his hard body accompanied. Your lips were hungry for each other and his tongue entered your mouth immediately, breaths faltering quickly. “Kookie, we gotta slow down–” you told him in between your lips before he kept it going.

“Don’t worry, I just want to feel you a little–” he interrupted himself, latching on you again, grabbing on the flesh of your hips. Then the crowd outside starts to get noisy and you hear people running in a panic through the corridor to the stairs, making you separate.

When you stoped hearing noise in the hallway, you both came out of the room and walked down the stairs separately. Yuuki shouted at you through the people and signaled to follow her. Like that, she got you away from the fraternity before the fire fighters arrived to the scene.

As it turned out, someone had the brilliant idea of throwing fireworks near a vandalised tree with roll paper in it, the explanations weren’t necessary but some of the guys had to speak with the authorities that night and apparently, Seokjin was one of them.

“I just thank my parents never knew that happened. They would have disowned me!” he says, exaggerating and provoking everyone to laugh with him.

The storytelling doesn’t end there but you stop participating for a second to check on Jimin, who's bringing desert and you see it; Jungkook looks defiantly at him, only for Jimin to ignore it completely, focused on doing his job diligently. However, when he leaves your plate, his forearm brushes the surface of your own purposely, before he looks towards Jungkook. That simple touch, a successful provocation because he huffs air through his nose and snarls before looking around the winter garden, as if trying to control himself.

Jimin gives you a smile when you look up to him after Jungkook’s reaction, having missed Jimin’s glare, and you reciprocate politely. At the chance, he offers you more whipped cream, while putting a hand on your back, indiscreetly and you accept it, without moving an inch, wanting even the slightest touch.

Then you sense tension and look towards Jungkook without moving your head. His dark eyes are set on where Jimin’s hand is resting before they move to meet yours and your skin raises in goosebumps. Still, you don’t move until Jimin’s hand leaves your back and you hear him offer Yuuki some whipped cream too, seeing him move from the corner of your eye but keeping your vision towards Jungkook, who you see use his tongue over his molars inside his mouth, showing to be upset, before he wipes his lips from the sweet puffy desert. Distracted spontaneously by Seokjin, he turns his head, as he is asked about how he feels in his new position. The smile he offers to his elder, is stained, never reaching his eyes.

“Lot’s of responsibilities but I love it and it gives me the income and freedom I need to settle down,” he tells him. ‘Settle down’ your brain doesn’t need a second thought to know what he means. There you almost gasp when you feel Sofie’s hand over your thigh and look at her before she leans to whisper in your ear.

“What’s with the waiter and Jungkook?”

You doubt for a second when she leans back but have a taste of your honey bread and make the wrong gesture when picking up your Omija tea so it falls straight on Sofie’s black and white striped trousers. You apologise immediately and drag her to the bathroom with the excuse to clean the stain before it settles, taking your stain pen and all. You do, however, make the pen work.

As soon as you have made sure the bathroom is empty, you go straight to the point, “Jimin, is the guy I slept with two weeks ago and I think Jungkook can smell something is up,” you tell her as you bend one knee to rub the pen against the first white stripe.

“The fuck??” she let’s out, moving backwards, making you pull her closer by the thigh to keep working with the magic pen. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she says, sounding more offended than nosey.

“You know me–” you say, looking up from your position.

“So you weren’t gonna tell me you and Jeon Jungkook had sex when the lights went off either.” Your eyes go wide and she smirks from her superior position. “You know me, I catch onto that shit,” she says. You suddenly stand.

“So you knew about Jimin,” you tell her.

“I knew you liked him because you have been quite obvious,” your eyes bulge again. “At least for me,” you then relax, squatting to keep sliding the pen over the stripes. “But I think nobody has noticed about the sex, although you both glow like damn lanterns.” She points out and you lower your head to cover your eyes with one hand in a frustrated gesture. You realise in that precise moment that your legs are not getting tired of your position because you are out of shape, you are not, but because that’s what having vigorous sex with him is, a constant reminder on your body. “So, what are you going to do now?”

“For the moment, I’m seeing Jimin tonight,” to that reply, Sofie’s jaw drops and then she wheezes with wide eyes, losing it.

“OH. MY. GOD.”

“What? It’s not like I have to compromise with any of them, right?”

“That’s right, you don’t. But, what about the too good you used before? What about leaving his house because of that?” she questions, while you go back to work on the stain. “Most important, what about the way Jungkook was looking at Jimin?”

“I’ll keep it casual, no feelings involved, and, what about that?” you respond as if you weren’t aware that ignoring feelings was simply not going to happen for you.

“He looked so–possessive,” she mentions in a lower tone, giving you a concerned look.

“I’m no one’s nothing, as I said. I don’t owe him exclusivity,” you expose, more for yourself than anything. The words said during sex, before he came, resonating in your head. ‘What you say during sex, isn’t supposed to be taken seriously, right?’ you tell yourself.

“Are you sure he knows that?” she questions. “I mean, not like you need to go tell him you’re seeing someone else, but has he said you were a thing or pointed it out?” The words sound again but you ignore them. “Like, the way he looked at Jimin–”

“Yeah,I know. I guess I’ll need to talk with him at some point,” you say sternly, weighing for a second how to even approach the subject, “Not today though,” you sigh, deciding to leave that for another moment, since you weren’t going to be alone with him any time soon.

“Was he good?” her question gets you off guard and she smirks cheekily at you. You smile at yourself and stand, rubbing your neck, feeling the tickling memory of his lips over your skin.

“He knows what he does to me,“ you admit, looking away into the mirror. Sofie is right, your skin looks brighter.

“Uuuhh–”

“It’s as if time has not passed for us. It’s comfortable, intense,” you think about his roughness, the way he has poured himself in the action. The words he’s needed you to say in order to reach his own release. He’s jealous. He was trying to show you he knows how to please you, what he can do to your body.

He definitely knows you’ve slept with Jimin. How? You can only guess. But if there’s one thing that Jeon Jungkook can’t stand, it's losing.

🍵 Oupsieee! 🍵

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Unnoticed

Summary: Aemond fucks you a little too hard… and it doesn’t go unnoticed.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Comic relief. Aemond being Aemond. Aegon being Aegon and having a deathwish.

Word count: 1k

“We ought to be on our way.”

You glanced lovingly at your husband who had been fixing his hair and attire, expertly getting rid of every and any proof of his earlier endeavour with you.

“Must we go?”

He arched an eyebrow at you. “We must.”

Ever dutiful.

Sighing heavily, you threw your legs over the edge of the bed, suddenly feeling a faint sting in your inner thigh as cramps spread throughout your legs.

You took a mental note to never let Aemond fuck you ever again before a royal feast.

He came to stand before you, extending his hand with a devious smile tugging at his lips. “Shall we, lady wife?”

The discomfort only increased as you reading yourself to stand on your feet.

“Aemond…”

He eyed you intensely, taking a hold of your arm as you slumped against the mattress. “Are you well?”

“I think I’ve strained something…”

You rubbed at your inner thigh before realising the pain extended to your groin as well.

Aemond crouched at your feet, his eye widening slightly. “Was it my doing?”

Ah. The male ego.

“I suppose,” you nearly chuckled. “You might have overdone it this time, lord husband.”

He placed both hands on your thighs. “I would usually apologise, but considering the circumstances, I’ll take it as a compliment.”

You huffed in forced annoyance as he planted a kiss atop your knee through your dress.

“Should I kiss it better?”

Tempting, but time was of the essence.

“Help me up,” you said, brushing a stray strand of silver hair behind his ear.

Aemond rose to his feet and grabbed both your arms. With little to no effort, he brought you up to stand in front of him.

A jab of soreness dug into your muscles and you couldn’t hold back a hiss.

Your husband planted a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Should I carry you?”

You glanced back at him only to find a playful smile on his face. “Aemond Targaryen, you will do no such thing. Just help me get to the dining hall.”

Aemond wrapped one arm around your waist. “Are you certain?”

You offered him a weak smile. “I’m sure it will pass.”

It did not pass.

In fact, you could feel the throb intensifying with each step along the loomy halls of the Red Keep. Aemond made sure you were close enough so he could check on you periodically. Your sudden ailment turned the heads of many Kingsguard that would occasionally offer help.

Aemond would have none of it, of course. He’d sooner have you use him as clutch.

Which was precisely what you were doing.

“We will never try that position ever again,” you hissed through gritted teeth, clasping his arm with increased strength.

He patted your hand softly. “If memory serves me right, you were the one who suggested it.”

Infuriating.

“Be it as it may…”

Your voice died in your throat as the two of you approached the large dining hall, the sound of cheerful music and indistinguishable voices filling your ears.

Even though you struggled down the stairs, you put on a wide smile in the hopes it would be enough to hide the discomfort.

“You are going to scare someone off,” Aemond whispered in your ear teasingly.

Your smile promptly dropped and you cleared your throat. “This is all your fault.”

He didn’t contest your accusation.

“If I stand here without moving, no one will notice.”

“Yes, I am sure that will not raise suspicions when the time comes to sit at the table, lady wife,” he said, sarcasm laced with amusement dripping from his voice.

A servant came before you, holding a platter with several cups of wine. “May I tempt you, my prince? My lady?”

You immediately snatched one in your hand, knowing that alcohol might ease the throbbing in your inner thigh.

Desperate for some relief, you downed most of the liquid, earning a surprised look from Aemond. “You’d do well to go easy on that. We do not need a second Aegon amongst us.”

You blinked at him. “This is all your fault.”

“I heard you the first time,” he nodded, lips curling upwards.

People from all over the Seven Kingdoms swarmed the large hall, making it nearly impossible to walk through without bumping into a few guests.

Your limping might have gone unnoticed by those around you, but the sudden wave of relief was cut short when you spotted Aegon heading your way.

“Brother!”

He had definitely emptied a fair share of cups of wine already. You gathered it from all over-the-top excitement and overjoy from spotting his younger brother.

“Why are you walking like that?” he then nudged you in the side playfully.

“Sword practice yesterday,” Aemond said immediately.

“I tripped on my way here,” you blurted out simultaneously, earning a stare from Aegon.

His eyes hopped from you to Aemond in silence and you then saw a knowing smile appear on his lips.

“I see,” Aegon lifted his cup, drinking the liquid inside all at once. “Didn’t know you had it in you, little brother.”

Aemond shot him a death glare. “Whatever that means.”

Aegon rolled his eyes and chuckled, his breath reeking of wine. “Please… sword practice…” he said as he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

You felt Aemond tense under your touch. “Must you be so vulgar?”

“I am sure my sister-in-law agrees with me,” he said with a shrug, before stealing another cup from a passing servant. “How’s my brother’s sword?”

You choked on your own saliva and Aegon quickly passed you his own cup of wine.

“Aegon,” Aemond said as a warning, taking a few steps towards him.

After a few hasty gulps, you were able to breathe once more. “Let’s go, Aemond…”

Your husband took the cup from your hand and shoved it into his brother’s chest until he grabbed it.

Their relationship was rocky to say the least. Aemond extended the bare minimum amount of respect as he possibly could to Aegon.

Aegon frowned. “You’re so frigid, little brother.”

His voice faded away as Aemond walked you through a few guests, greeting the ones you knew and smiling at the ones you didn’t.

Soon after, you walked right into Queen Alicent “Oh, dear… why are you limping?” her voice was filled with worry as her features twisted in concern as she took you in her arms, her warmth filling your entire body.

“Sword practice yesterday,” you said with a forced smile.

“She tripped on her way here,” Aemond said.

She looked taken aback for a moment. “What?”

Great.

You were about to change the topic when you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder.

Aegon.

“Seems like Aemond went too hard on her with his sword, mother.”

You watched as Aemond’s lips pursed into a thin line. If looks could kill, you were dead sure Aegon Targaryen would get buried several feet beneath the Red Keep in an instant.

“Aemond!” Alicent gasped, cluthing her pearl necklace. “I warned you not to do so.”

A pang of cold sweat ran through you as your heart dropped to your stomach. Had she caught on to Aegon’s innuendo?

Alicent wrapped one arm around you protectively. “You are a seasoned swordsman, but she isn’t. You must not be so demanding.”

“Of course, mother.”

Your heart soared once again with relief and you sank into Alicent’s embrace.

“I reckon she is getting the hang of it,” Aegon grinned, taking another sip from his cup. “Wouldn’t you agree, brother?”

“I reckon you should keep your mouth shut, brother,” Aemond said abruptly.

“Honestly, Aegon, do tear yourself from that cup of wine,” she scolded in a low voice before turning to you. “Should I fetch a maester?”

“Oh! No, no,” you quickly said, forcing yet another smile. “I’m already feeling much better, thank you, your grace.”

You were wholeheartedly grateful for Alicent’s caring and nurturing nature and, truth be told, you did feel some of the throbbing pain ease.

Aemond came to join your side once again, pushing Aegon’s hand off your shoulder.

Otto Hightower appeared out of nowhere, jolting you as he towered over you. He offered a curt smile and nod before bending to whisper something in his daughter’s ear.

Alicent’s face deepened with worry once again. “Should I go and be by his side?”

Otto shook his head. “No need. He just needs some rest.”

The effect those words had on the two siblings was immediate: Aegon’s face dropped into a faint frown as he exchanged glances with Aemond.

Her body was suddenly tense against yours, but she merely nodded. The king’s health had been declining rapidly, causing him to miss out of most of the events he’d once took joy in organising.

“Are you well, my dear?” Otto was back to his usual pleasing demeanour as he looked at you.

You nodded sweetly, but Aegon was apparently bent on antagonising you. “Aemond hurt her with his sword.”

The older man arched an eyebrow at your husband. How come?”

You could tell Aemond was close to lunging at his brother and mustered all of his will-power to prevent that from happening.

“It’s nothing. It happens,” you chuckled through the tension that had settled.

“We should get her a maester,” Alicent said, her eyes roaming across the vast hall.

“Lighten up, brother,” Aegon cheered with another sip as Aemond’s face twisted into a menacing scowl. “We are merely concerned for your wife.”

Otto brought his hands up into a series of small claps of approval. “Good, good. Family stands together.”

You wished you could vanish into a hole in the ground and disappear, but before you could entertain that idea, Grand Maester Maester was spotted in the crowd and Aegon rushed to summon him.

By the time the old man managed to join your side, you immediately regretted ever joining your husband in this feast.

“Please… there is no need for this,” you said as you began to panic.

“Aemond hurt her with his sword…” Aegon feigned concern before wiggling his eyebrows.

Maester Mellos was perceptive enough to gather the implication in his words, promptly clearing his throat.

Alicent came to that same realisation next as she sighed heavily, glaring disapprovingly at Aegon. “Oh… you imbecile…”

You felt heat take over your body from the embarrassed.

And in no time, Aemond was on Aegon, gripping the back of his neck with bone-cracking force and hissing at him. “I’ve had enough of you.”

“Let go of me!” he tried to jerk away, but Aemond’s grip didn’t ease.

“Stop it. Both of you,” came Otto’s authoritarian voice, effectively tearing both siblings away from each other.

Maester Mellos seemed suddenly out of place as he approached you. “If there is anything I can do to help, let me know, my lady. I have some oils that… are quite effective… in…” he fell silent, avoiding Queen Alicent and Otto’s inquisitive stare.

Aemond took you in his arm once more as you growled at him absolutely mortified. “This is all your fault.”

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In The City - Chapter 2: Connection

🏢 Take the wheel, baby 🏢

💕Pairing: Jimin x Reader

✏️Genre/au: Non-Canon, Action, Smut, Sci-fi, Supernatural world AU

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 3270

⚠️Chapter warnings: explicit smut

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Fluttering your lashes as you wake up from your little trip to dreamland, you see Jimin standing next to the full wall window on the opposite side of the room. The dim light illuminates his figure and you have to blink a few times to make sure you are really awake. After all this time, you still haven't gotten used to how astonishing his beauty is. Especially, because he only gets better and better with time.

His smell lingers over your skin and the sheets underneath you, make you shiver slightly and you drift your eyes back to him, looking at the sculpture of his naked back and the way his pyjama bottoms define the fine curve of his peaches. You realise his underwear is still lying at the end of the bed, making you smirk momentarily in amusement.

Then you get distracted by your thoughts when he leans his head against the glass and you can see his face partially. His eyes are set on the streets and not the light-polluted sky where you can see the moon shining in the white light that illuminates his face. Feelings flourish in his demeanour and the way his eyes squint with slight sadness. Feeling trapped, unable to fulfill his desire for freedom by getting out to walk around in disguise.

Then there’s a slight change that makes him look like he’s waiting for his moment to jump out and run but fortunately, the apartment is a penthouse.

“Jimin-ah…” you whisper his name, sweetly getting his attention. “It’s gonna be over soon,” you tell him, starting to groom the mess your hair has become, with your fingers. His emotion changes to a tired look and he walks his way back to the bed, crawling to your side and sitting down against the headboard staring down at you. You wrinkle your nose at his questioning face. "I was speaking with the police this morning, they told me they had a clue from the street CCTV but… I've heard nothing, if you know what I mean," you explain to him, raising a brow. "Just a few more days and we'll be back to being no one." You try putting things the coolest way possible to brush off some of the weight it has on him but this particular time is useless.

"I hate this. What have I ever done so bad for them to go this far?" he says, looking at you with teary eyes. Impulsed by your need to protect his heart you pull him down over you by the nape, taking him into a weird hug until he slides his body down to lay on your side. 

"Nothing, babe, absolutely nothing," you whisper against his ear, tangling your digits through the sleek orange locks of his hair. In moments like these, where he shows his vulnerability, as you hug him, you know and feel how much he trusts you.

As the days go by, he seems to settle into a sad mood, where he doesn’t seem to enjoy anything else but the times when he has you underneath him, taking out his frustration in pounding form and you have to say that as much as it pleases you, the concern is way bigger. He doesn’t speak about how he feels about it besides that night but you can easily tell that more than life threatened, he feels like he’s being punished. Especially, when almost a week after the reclusion someone is arrested but things don’t go back to normal.

Jimin is letting you drive his car, while one of the guards sits at the back. An intrusion on your couple’s time that seems to kill his mood completely. But instead of vocalising what he thinks, his body does the work for him. Something you are sure he’s not very aware of, but the way he makes the ring on his index roll over the pretty finger is a self-control technique that makes you want to stop him by grabbing his hand and calling him out for not speaking. Simply and as a matter of fact, you know better than to physically stop him from his soothing habits because if he can't control himself like that, then his emotions spill all over the place. And Jimin, in his gentle nature, doesn't like raising his voice when angry and when it happens he feels terrible afterward.

"We're gonna stop here," you say to the passenger, pointing towards an old restaurant you and Jimin visit on your days off, and the guard passes the warning to the car following you, two positions behind. Jimin snorts silently, still looking out the window. At this point, his attitude starts irritating you. 'What is on his mind now?' you think decelerating to get out of the main road. You must have looked at him in a certain way because the next time your eyes move to him, he’s motionless staring at you. Sassy attitude included.

"Jimin-ah..." you tell him, focusing your eyes on an empty spot to park the car and turning the wheel. 

"Hm?" he questions, softer than his expression showed seconds before which is not really unexpected.

"Stop being pissed... there's no use," you state simply, focusing your movements and attention on parking correctly. 

"Hm." he nods, looking away, causing you to roll your eyes and finish the motion with a little bit more acceleration than needed, startling him.  

Entering the traditional restaurant, an old lady greets you as you take your shoes off and then guides you to a table at the other end of the restaurant which has a window to the gardens outside, before moving to greet the three other guardians who were checking the perimeter. Jimin too follows the motion but turns around bothered, nibbling the inside of his lower lip. 

As you eat, you engage in small talk with him but he’s mostly monosyllable and slay smiles, clearly stating that he’s not really enjoying the evening. At some point, in the middle of a phase, you just get too frustrated, failing on your training and excuse yourself to the bathroom quietly. Walking inside, you decide to make proper use of the restroom whilst trying to figure out what you can do to change the situation but as you walk out and you are about to pour soap on your hands he bursts in and locks the door with a turn.

"Jimin?" He looks at you sternly without a word and walks slowly, only to pull you against his hardening body by the waist, mouth against yours, dominant and exuding lust through all his pores. "What- are you doing?" you say, moving your head slightly away and stopping him by putting your hands flat against his chest.

"I want you," he replies, snaking to your ear and biting on your earlobe, hands sliding down your rear to pull up the hem of the dress before you hold him by the wrists, completely taken back by his attitude.

"Not here, Jimin," you tell him as gently as you can make your voice sound.

"Ok," he mutters and without even looking at you, turns around making his way out the door, leaving you astonished. You can’t recognise him in this behavior because he’s never done anything similar before, drifting completely from his discrete attitude towards your relationship. Knowing by hand what he should or shouldn’t do in public places and surely this wasn’t something he had even suggested.

You refresh your face with water before making your way back to the table and it’s then you see him looking outside to the garden distractedly, to a bluebird jumping around and poking the fertile earth with its little beak. Before you sit down, as you approach, his attention is fully caught by you and he clears his throat before taking a sip of the beer in front of him.

"I'm sorry about that," he says without meeting your eyes, with a small sigh that breaks your heart. He looks defeated somehow and you still can’t figure out what is going on with him because it’s not his first lock-down and he has never been like this. 

"What's on your mind?" you wonder, worriedly reaching for his hand over the table, soothing him by caressing the back of it, describing the smooth metallic surface of his rings before he dares to meet your stare. 

"I feel embarrassed… I shouldn’t have done that.” he points out and you grab his hand in yours, tangling your fingers with his and shaking your head slightly before giving him an inquisitive look to keep talking. “I only want to be outside with you alone," he pronounces, pushing his hair backward, expressing frustration with all his body as it were. "It's childish but I just feel like I'm not in control of anything in my life anymore," he adds before taking a sip of the beverage sitting on the table.

"That's why you tried- in the bathroom…" you reply. He rubs his eyes after settling his drink and huffs, ashamed. "Ok." That makes him put his hand away, letting his eyes adjust to your expression. "Choose a place where you'd like to do it, where we can be alone that won't make us end up in the news if we get caught," you tell him.

"You are saying-?" he wonders, eyes bulging as he realises what it means. 

"Yes, I am,” you confirm with a smile of your own. “I love you, Jimin. And I want you too. So, if spicing up things a little eases your discomfort I’m down for it." you conclude, swaying your hands to comfort his doubts.

"I love you too, baby," he says, taking your other hand from over the table and kissing the palm, softly. 

His first choice is the practice room. You both walk in with a certain awkwardness exploring the empty space with your eyes as you take slow steps inside, like the first time you booked a hotel room knowing what you were doing it for and all the nerves were set on end. The lock of the door behind you distracts you from that endearing memory, making you turn around to look at him walk your way like a courting feline in front of a female in heat, only his relaxed expression suggesting a more chill sentiment.  

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he wonders, cutting the last distance with a gentle expression, before putting his hands on your cheeks.

“Yes,” you reply, and just then his lips meet yours. Softly, inviting. Slow. Pace going in crescendo but taking his time to build it up making you levitate with his tongue.

“I wanna show you something.” Suddenly, he frees you and walks away, taking the command of the music player at one of the edges of the room, turning it on, and passing songs until the one he wants blasts on the speakers at the corners of the room.

내게 말해 (Tell me) 

너의 달콤한 미소로 내게… (With a sweet smile) 

He flexes his knees matching the beat of the song and sings over it while creating art with his body. The smoothness in which he executes every step, linking them perfectly, reminds you of the fluidity of water or air. Just like the elements forming them, Jimin creates a wave of emotion perceptible in every move he makes.

Having the privilege of seeing Jimin perform for you is something that you have never taken for granted. Watching with pride and fascination over the years of his growth, forgetting about your surroundings or your own existence every time he decides to bless you with it. 

거짓이 날 삼키려 해… (An overgrown lie is trying to swallow me whole) 

It isn’t until the music changes to that line and he approaches that you realise you are still standing in the middle of the room, completely enraptured. His eyes maintain a statement for yours as the song finishes and his arms close around your body in the sweetness of a hug. Staying there, breathing on you for a long moment. Your nostrils catching on the accentuated smell of his skin as the warmth of his worked muscles makes it more obvious.

Without warning, his mouth is against your pulse point, with the soft touch of his lips first as he places a peck but then the moist inside them leaving a small trail as he draws loving lines over the sensitive skin. Biting your jaw and chin as he goes up to meet your lips, the edges of his teeth destabilising your knees. 

The tingling sensation of his tongue dominating yours sends a shiver over your skin, presses to your veins and goes down your body in one go, dripping on your panties. All while he’s been pushing you step by step, slowly, towards the mirrors. Having now your back against them and using it as support to keep you steady he presses his hard lower body against yours and moves his hips upwards to make you feel him. 

You spread your legs and allow him access through your knee-length dress. His hands traveling down from your waist over the curve of your ass pressing you further against his bulge. “Hm?” he mutters, breaking from the kiss, lips starting to redden with the use, and meeting your gaze with his sharp eyes. 

You simply nod, eyes hooded with desire, allowing him to slide his hands down your legs and inside your skirt, going up. While his fingers trail the curve underneath your buttocks and he plays with them while rolling his hips against yours, by separating and pressing them together, his tongue takes possession of your mouth. Pulling at the back of your front teeth subjugating your lips to his, he makes you dance at his dazzling pace. 

Every hip thrust, even keeping your core covered, becomes a new wave of need that pools, giving Jimin exactly what he’s so insistently looking for. You moan, against his mouth while tangling your fingers on his hair, proving to his pride that he knows you like the back of his hand. 

His mouth trails his way down your throat this time, detaching his lower body from yours but keeping pressure with the shoulders, maintaining you in position; keeping you in place before you feel one of his hands release you and then hear his zipper. You hear the fuzz of his trousers as he pulls them down to the beginning of his thighs and then his hand trails your groin to move the damped fabric of your panties to the side. He makes a humming sound against your neck before he marks you again with his beautiful teeth. 

Overwhelmed by all the stimulus, you find yourself slightly surprised when one of his digits knocks at your entrance, between your folds, testing you before he pushes it inside and traces the form of your cavity. His breath shakes for a second when his hardness sneaks underneath the skirt on the space created by his hand and presses it against your thigh, making you crave him harder. 

When he then pushes a second finger and you part your legs further, allowing him an easier wrist game and his mouth keeps closing over the delicate skin of your throat, gently making your kink reflect on your walls contracting over his fingers, he makes you reach your ecstasy. Then he is quick to pull them away, making sure your eyes are on him when he licks them with a smirk with a hum, coming from deep down his throat.

In a quick move, he wipes the moist of his precum on your inner thigh and pushes himself inside of you in one go, stopped only by the resistance of your walls to his sudden advance, a unison moan reaching the walls of the empty room. Expert with the hips, he moves them slowly and precisely until his tip reaches your depths and he has to stop himself from spilling because you bite on his jaw lovingly. 

“Oh god…” he whispers, making you tilt your head to the side to meet his hooded gaze. With a complaining groan that makes you clench around him, he snakes to your lips and pulls the lower one before engaging in a proper kiss. 

When he moves again, it is like you have been starving for each other. Needy moans precede his quickening pace while he presses his whole frame against yours, printing his weight and scent over you, digits digging into the flesh of your thighs. Branding his act. 

The moans coming out of your vocal cords sound messy and desperate while he keeps on pushing in the joy of your vice grip around him, forgetting that the rest of the world exists or has any other meaning than containing you in it. 

Led by lust, he pulls out of you and turns you around before pushing his throbbing member back where it belongs. The liquid sound it makes and the way he can look at your face in the mirror, push him over the edge and he bites your shoulder, gently while his hips keep on meeting your rear. Stopping to edge himself when you still haven’t reached yours, he growls for a second and you practically beg him to push himself back in. He does, with renewed strength and it isn’t until you shatter on him that he allows himself to release, deep inside of you with a low sequence of grunts before he hugs you, kissing your nape.

“This was so cool.” He says before huffing a chuckle through his nose, turning you around to give you a proper hug. 

“I’m glad you liked it.” You whisper between pants. 

“Didn’t you-?” he questions arching his brows.

“Uh? You know what I mean, love.” You reply moving your hips away from his and noticing not a drop coming out of you. “Oh wow…” you mutter more to yourself more than him, being aware that you haven’t used protection but luckily you are safe. 

“What?” he wonders, looking at the floor too, intrigued and not even getting a hint of what you could be looking at.

“Nothing really…” you say arranging your clothes to be able to walk out without giving the intel on what you had been doing inside. 

Jimin stops you by surprise and gives you one last hug. At that precise moment, as he pulls you towards him, you perceive a red intermittent light out the corner of your eye but when you stop him abruptly and look in that direction, the camera sitting on the tripod is effectively turned off. No red lightning and no sound comes out of the recording device sitting on the table next to it, now that the music is off. “What is it?” he wonders, looking in that direction too.

“Thought the camera was on,” you confess before looking at him. “I don’t know, I’m sure it's just subconscious because I’m used to that red little light tilting all day.” you express with a smile and he smiles back gently before retaking his intention to hug you before taking the lead to the changing room, empty at the moment because the guys are occupied with other activities inside the building. 

“Let’s get a quick shower…” he says, pulling you towards him gently but as you start walking your way out of the room you can swear you see the red LED on again and roll your eyes to your mind playing tricks on you. 

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