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pairing—kim seokjin x reader genre/warnings—smut, comedy, slight angst/drama, romance, slow burn, roommates/friends words— 14,725

summary— What’s the rule again? How many dates does it take for you have sex with a guy? Three? Five? Ten?! What if all this waiting and you can’t remember how to do it? It’s been so long since the last time you swear you’ve forgotten! You’re desperate, and that’s how you end up asking your roommate for help. Only trouble is, you get much more than you bargained for…

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Winter Whiskey [KSJ]

❆⟶ Winter Whiskey [Jin x Female Reader] ❆⟶ Genre: Established Relationship | Fluff | Smut | 18+ ❆⟶ Warnings: use of alcohol, swearing, unprotected sex (reader has IUD), oral (m), light praising, light dirty talk, multiorgasms, creampie, a surprise at the end!, etc ❆⟶ WC: 13k+ ❆⟶ Summary: Taking your annual friendcation with your loving boyfriend, Jin, the two of you share heartwarming memories together while resting and relaxing. ❆⟶ Beta: Miss Dee Dee @sugakookitty​ was so lovely in taking this beta request. Thank you so much my dear! ❆⟶ Author’s Note: A connective story based in the “Pinehurst Cabins” universe. Collaboration created with nonother than lady @jeonjcngkook​! This took me much longer to write than I had anticipated, but I hope people enjoy this nice little cute fic!

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Currents

Author: @yeoldontknow​ Creative Content Contributor: @chillingkoo​ who made this utterly stunning banner for my birthday because she is an absolute angel ;~; Pairing: Seokjin x Reader (oc; female) Genre: arranged marriage au; angst; fluff; smut Rating: NC-17 Warning: explicit sex; explicit language Summary: Jin thinks he’s loved you since the moment he saw you, back when you were teenagers; Jin knows he’s been in love with you, the soul burning kind of love, since he saw you on your wedding day. He doesn’t mind that you don’t reciprocate on his level, he’s just happy to show you he cares. Until one day, he simply can’t anymore. Until one day, you realize you need to show him you care, too.  Word Count: 16,535

Two days after your fourteenth birthday, your parents agree it is time to tell you that you are engaged.

When they call you into the kitchen, you find they are sitting beside one another - closer than you have ever seen them - and a slow panic begins to course through your veins. In the past, death was the only thing that could bring them together, the fading of a life forcing them into closeness if only to seek comfort in another equally as empty.

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Envolver

ღ pairing: seokjin x f. reader x yoongi, ot7 x reader

ღ genre: fwb to lovers, poly au, smut [18+]

ღ summary: Visiting your friends on Western Night at the bar ends with you getting a closer look at Seokjin’s western shirt and Yoongi’s leopard print.

ღ wc: 7.4k

ღ warnings: that that!Yoongi (that’s it, that’s the warning), ptd outfits (except yoongi), fwb, tiny pining, alcohol use/mention, PSY makes an appearance, flirting, sex in a semi-public place, voyeurism, oral (m. receiving), cum swallowing, degradation (*cum* slut, whore), fingering (f. receiving), Yoongi’s That That rings!!, Yoongi’s hat, no, Yoongi is the warning! YOONGI!!!, spanking, multiple orgasms (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, possessiveness, implied hierarchical poly relationship.

ღ a/n: please don’t be a silent reader! let me know what you think here if you enjoyed it! I’d love to hear from you! thank you! <3

ღ inspo: inspired by the novela “como en el cine” and “envolver by anita”

ღ date: May 6, 2022

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I Waited For You

Alpha Werewolf!Seokjin x Human!Reader

Request:  Hi there!! I absolutely love your blog and I actually have an idea/request for an impregnation one shot. I’d love it if you could write like Alpha!Jin (kinda like Silver and Blue) with Omega/Human reader. Sending much love your way 💜💜

WordCount: 11K

Genre: ANGST, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Excessive Cursing, Breeding/Impregnation kink, Virgin!Reader, Doggy Style, Cunnilingus, Mate Marking, Blood, Knotting

A/N: I hope you enjoy it! I like Alpha Jin :)

It’s the coldest day of winter when you get off of the train in Gwacheon. The breeze chills you to the bone as you grab your luggage with a grunt. 

You haven’t been back here since you were a kid. 

In the heart of Seoul, with all the hustle and bustle around you find yourself lazily wheeling your luggage towards your parents house. It hasn’t been long since their deaths, their house falling to you in their will. 

You didn’t have much to bring with you except an empty heart as you step out onto the street. The house wasn’t far from the train but your feet slowly trudge down the old familiar streets making it seem like you would never get there. 

You could hear child-like screams coming from Seoul Land as you walk past the gates without even a second look. You used to love going to Seoul Land with your parents and your next door neighbor. Everything about the area reminds you of your loved ones who are no longer here. 

You couldn’t wrap your brain around it, you still can’t, a car accident taking your parents out of this life and putting them into the next. There’s still this guilt that eats at you. You should have been with them, they asked you to go with them but you were so busy with work that it seemed inconvenient at the time. How could you have known that, that trip to your grandmother’s house in Daegu would be their final trip?

You close your eyes as you stop at the corner of your old, quiet block. Only two houses on the road. Yours and Seokjin’s, your old neighbor. He probably doesn’t even live there anymore. 

You begin to walk down the unpaved road, always turning your head cautiously to see if a car was coming up behind you. Although, no one ever came down this road, there was nothing to see on it and behind your houses was a forest. No one would come down here.

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Hi Em!! For the drabbles request, would u do blindfolded!reader x jin? Thank u sm ily 💛💛💛

Summary: ksj x reader

Genre: pwp/smut

Warnings: blindfold, oral sex, cumplay

a/n: This is another gender non-descript fic. Tryna be more inclusive.

WC: 824

Your eyes strain to try to see what’s going on in the room around you even though you know that you know that your face is covered. The fabric rests gently against your brow, cheeks, and eyelids. It’s smooth silk, and the warm fabric against your skin turns you on even more. Everything about the situation has you worked up.

“Is someone a little excited?” you hear the familiar voice say.

It sounds like it’s simultaneously like he’s just a foot from you and that he’s across the room. You thought that when you were blindfolded your other senses would be heightened, but the only thing that’s increased is your sensitivity to touch. You can feel every molecule in the air against your skin. Your hair stands on end, and you feel the goosebumps rising up with the anticipation.

“Are you ready, baby?” Seokjin asks right next to your ear, his hot breath on your skin.

You shudder slightly and nod vigorously, waiting for the next move that Seokjin is going to make. You are antsy, and the anticipation is killing you. Then you feel it.

Small, sharp pricks against the skin of your upper arm. It doesn’t hurt so much as it tickles your senses. He rolls the thin metal down your arm onto your palm. You are completely naked, and your nipples stand erect in the cool air of the room. The sensation increases the arousal you feel pooling your belly.

Then the sensation stops, and you are left completely deprived. You writhe slightly on the bed, trying to stay still and unable. You yearn to have more stimulation on your skin. Anything. You feel yourself whimpering, and it isn’t voluntary. The small sound escaping from within you makes you feel slightly embarrassed at your own desperation.

Seokjin runs his fingers up and down your thighs. The addition of the stimulation makes you moan again, and you feel the saliva started to build in your mouth. You feel like an animal, desperate and wild with lust. After what feels like half an hour, the sensation is going again. You feel slightly relieved that you can take a moment to breathe.

You feel his finger on your lips, tracing slow patterns up and down the curvature of each. He pushes his thumb inside past your lips, and you greedily suck at it. The saltiness of his skin against your tongue makes you crave more of him. You want your tongue to explore every single inch of his skin. 

He retracts his thumb, and then it is replaced by another warm section of skin. This is bigger than his thumb, and you know immediately that his cock rests gingerly against your lips. You massage the head with your lips, kissing and licking it.

You take it all the way into your mouth, and it feels like hot velvet against your tongue. You moan around it. The darkness over your eyes increases the sensation on your tongue. Strings of moans pour out of your chest, and you can’t help but feel completely overcome with arousal.

Seokjin’s fingers lace into your hair, and he pushes your head further down on his cock slightly. He starts to move his hips.

“Is this okay?” he asks in a sultry voice from above you.

He pulls back for a moment, so you can respond. “Yes.”

He grabs more firmly on the back of your head and pushes himself inside of your mouth again. He thrusts in and out of your mouth, and his hips guide the speed. He fucks your face, and you can’t see anything. It overwhelms your senses. You feel like you can smell his pheromones with your throat completely open. You love the way that you gag a little on his cock. 

His hips speed up, and he slams himself into your face. You can feel his cock pulsing on your tongue as he drives into your mouth toward his orgasm. The way that he feels, you can’t help but moan around him. You are growing more and more aroused every second, and you crave his cum more than anything.

His cock pulses one more time, and he slides it from between your lips. He can’t see what he’s doing, but you know that he’s wrapped his hand around his shaft and is stroking it. You feel the hot ropes of cum on your lips and cheeks. You smile as he unloads completely on your face.

Your tongue pokes out from between your lips and laps up all the cum you can possibly reach. Seokjin’s finger trails up through the cum on your cheek. He pushes his fingers roughly into your mouth and you lick at his fingers desperately, trying to collect every last drop.

When he’s finished, he doesn’t remove the mask from your face. He whispers, “But wait there’s more.”

You are in the dark behind the mask, left wondering what’s in store next.

for the drabble game,, jin and a hand kink uwu i feel like he doesn't get enough appreciation and he's got unique hands

Summary: ksj x reader

Genre: pwp, smut, light fluff

Warnings: smut stuff, vaginal fingering

a/n: Having a bad day, send me drabble stuff, and I'll write it maybe.

WC: 752

It had just been a passing comment that someone made, but you saw that it affected Jin. You could tell that he had folded in on himself, if only momentarily. The next time that you looked at his hands, he had them tucked snuggly into the sleeves of his sweater, just his fingertips sticking out.

Asshole. You think to yourself as you stare daggers at the man who unintentionally hurt this fragile being.

When you get home, Jin’s hands are still covered by the fabric of his sweater. He sits on the couch and doesn’t pull out his phone like he usually does. He watches the television, keeping his hands hidden from view.

“Your fingers are so weird!” the man had shouted. He was Jin’s friend, but obviously not enough to know that he clearly made him self-conscious.

“Jinnie,” you say softly, and he looks up at you as if nothing is wrong. “Do you want some ice cream?”

He smiles and pats his belly with his sweater paws. “No, I couldn’t eat another bite.”

“I’m craving something...sweet,” you say as you slide into the spot next to him on the couch.

He raises his eyebrows but doesn’t say anything. You grab his wrist and bring his hand up to your mouth. You peel the back the fabric and slowly slide his index finger between your lips. Your tongue swirls around the warm, salty skin, and you think you can feel his pulse in his finger tip. Your lips slide up and down on his finger, taking it into the back of your throat and pulling it out again. He coughs a little to himself and tries to pull his hand away.

“Jin, you know that I love every single thing about you, right?”

“Well, not my use of Dr. Google to diagnose every malady I’ve ever had,” he chortles as he says it.

“That’s true. But I do love your forehead,” you plant a kiss there.

“Your nose,” kiss again.

“Your cheeks.” Kiss.

“Your chin.” Kiss

“Your collarbones.” Kiss.

“Your belly.” You lift up his shirt and kiss.

“And every.” Kiss

“Single.” Kiss

“One.” Kiss

“Of your fingers.” Kiss

With each kiss, you move to a different finger, finally slipping his thumb inside your mouth. You look up at him, holding eye contact while you take the digit in and out between your lips. He adjusts his seat a little, but he doesn’t pull his hand away this time. He laces the fingers from the other hand into your hair and tugs gently, then he guides you up to kiss him on the mouth.

The two of you kiss gently for minutes until you can’t take it anymore and let the desperation that you feel come out through your lips. Your mouth moves quickly against his, tongue searching his. You let one hand travel down to the bulge in his pants, and he bucks up slightly at the touch. He lets go of your hair and works his fingers into the waistband of your pants.

His fingers know every inch of your body, and he doesn’t hesitate to touch you in exactly the right way. The coolness of his fingertips against the heat of your arousal makes you shudder as he runs his finger up and down your folds. He avoids your clit, teasing you over and over. Your hips buck slightly to try to get him to touch you in your most sensitive, hungry place. Finally, he swirls around your clit, and you feel yourself detach from the room. It has been awhile since you and Jin have had time together, and his touch is driving you over the edge quickly.

Your hips continue to thrust while he slides his fingers inside you. His thumb continues to work on your clit, like trying to find the right station with a radio dial. He explores every inch of you, causing the fire inside you to build. Your brain becomes fuzzy and all that exists in that moment are Jin’s fingers and your pleasure. You topple over the edge of your orgasm and let out a loud moan.

When you open your eyes, Jin is at you, clearly ready for more. You take the fingers that have been between your legs and bring them up to your mouth, licking at your own slickness, moaning with each pass.

“Why don’t you see what else I can do with these fingers, huh?” he asks and pulls you off the couch toward the bedroom.

Jin and reader being a rope bunny

Summary: seokjin x gender neutral!reader

Genre: smut, pwp

Warnings: bondage/Shibari, oral sex, Dom!Jin vibes but not blatant Dom Jin.

a/n: I was think of this photo for the tie. I also found out that one of my photos of one of my ties shows up in the Google search for Futomom leg tie, but someone stole it and posted it on their page without giving me credit. Bitchass.

WC: 1009

Jin lifts his eyes up at you with the most sensual look in them. You’re not sure if you can handle him being so directly sexual. Usually it’s just a wink or a fleeting look, but today he’s been texting you teasing texts all day long.

“You’re sure about this?” he asks. “Because I’ve been doing my homework.”

You feel your face crinkle as you smile huge at him. A few weeks ago you’d told Jin that you really loved Shibari rope art and rope bondage. You’d shown him a bunch of pictures online, and he seemed really excited. You also know that look on Jin’s face when isn’t so confident in himself. He seemed a little hesitant.

“Get ready” was all he’d said about it until last night.

He asked you if you would come over and bring your rope with you. There was an excitement in his voice when he asked. The idea that this excited him made arousal pulse through your veins.

When you arrived at his house, it was lit dimly with purple light spilling all over the floor. 

“What is this, Jin?” you’d asked with a smirk.

“I’m gonna tie you up, baby,” Jin smiled and led you to his bedroom.

Now Mr. I’ve-Been-Doing-Homework has the jute rope running through his fingers. It’s a little less sexy than one might imagine, having someone tie you up for their first time, but only a tiny bit. Overall, it’s overwhelmingly sexy.

He takes the bight of the first piece and wraps it around your ankle. Slowly, he wraps your leg into a futomomo tie, your heel pressing against your butt. He creates pretty little twists on each of the four layers, then ties it off and even dresses the knot. You’re really impressed with how perfect looking his tie is.

He must see it in your eyes because he laughs and says, “I told you that I’ve been doing my homework.

He does the same tie on the other leg with another piece of rope, and you lie back on the bed, letting the lust fill you completely. His slender fingers work agilely. Soon the tie is finished, and you look down at how beautiful your legs look tied like that. You smile up at him again. He smiles back.

He gently flips you onto your stomach, ensuring he doesn’t hurt you. Now that you can’t see what he’s doing, you’re just going off of feeling. He has wrapped the rope around your biceps, pulling them slightly together. In the final step, he binds your wrists together.

He walks around the bed, so he can see your face. 

“Isn’t this just perfect, my love?” he asks.

You nod your head vigorously, feeling how aroused you are, unable to control it.

“Scoot yourself closer to the edge of the bed. That’s it. You can do it.”

You scoot awkwardly while bound to the edge of the bed, looking up at Jin with anticipation in your eyes while you wait to see what he’s going to do next.

“Open your mouth,” he commands, in a firmer tone than before.

You follow his orders. Then you watch him unbutton his pants and drop them to the floor. He steps out of them, picks them up, and folds them neatly on the chair in the corner of the room. He turns back to you, and you can clearly see the outline of his cock against his underwear. He’s just as turned on as you, and that makes you smile.

He drops his underwear and follows the same steps that he did with his pants. His cock stands erect, not so hard that you can practically hear it screaming, but hard enough that you can tell he wants you. He closes the space between himself and the bed and guides his cock over your tongue. You greedily lick at it, dying to have it in your mouth.

“Oh someone is a horny little slut, huh?”

His hips start to move, and he grabs a fistfull of your hair on the back of your head. The feeling of his cock dragging against your lips makes you moan around him. He pumps in and out, hitting the back of your throat. You gag a little from the unexpected deep contact, but you keep your mouth open and try to keep your throat relaxed.

As Jin fucks your mouth, you can’t stop the desperate little moans that escape from within you, and you can’t stop squirming against the ropes holding you. The jute slides against your skin, creating friction that you know is going to leave marks. You moan again at the thought of seeing the marks on your skin. It’s one of your favorite parts of being tied up, and now you’ll have marks from when Jin fucked your face.

Jin’s hips stutter slightly, he groans, and he pulls the hair on the back of your head hard. You feel his hot cum spurting into your throat, and you moan as he spills inside your mouth. When he pulls away slightly, you swallow then stick out your tongue as if begging for more. He keeps his softening cock close to your face, so you can lick him clean, not wasting a drop of his cum.

Once he catches his breath, he caresses your face with one hand, leans down and kisses your forehead.

“Wasn’t that fun, sweetheart?” he asks then makes his way around to the other side of the bed.

You nod your approval. He slides into the spot next to you, his skin touching yours that isn’t covered with rope.

“How about a movie?” he asks, as he flips on the TV and starts scrolling through the options.

You nod again. He pulls you a little closer to him, making sure that you can see the screen. The two of you sit like that. Him with just his shirt on and nothing else. You naked and bound as you sit together watching the movie. A perfect night with the perfect man.

Seokjin and spit kink? If you want? 🥴

You got it, babes.

Summary: Seokjin x reader

Genre: pwp, smut

Warnings: spit play, unprotected sex, a slightly suggestion of choking, but no actual choking.

WC: 529

As you lie on your back, panting slightly, you look up into Seokjin’s eyes. He looks even more fucking handsome with sweat on his brow and your legs in his hands. He thrusts hard into you, hitting the deepest places inside. It causes a slight twinge of pain, but mostly it leaves you breathless for him. The way that he feels on top of you and inside of you always feels like a revelation, even though you’ve been having sex for years.

Seokjin’s hand reaches out and traces a gentle line up and down your sternum. He smiles at you, and you are wrecked even more. That hand grabs your breast, while the other continues to push your leg toward your chest, opening you even further for him. His fingers roll your nipple, making it a hard sensitive little bud, waiting for Seokjin to do with it what he wants. He pulls it out slightly and pinches a little harder. The sensation shoots directly to your core, and one of your arms reaches up to grab Seokjin on his bicep.

The hand that’s massaging your nipple moves to the other side, pulling it and tweaking it in the same way he did with the other. He leans down and sucks it into his mouth. His teeth gently graze that skin, and you moan out in the pleasure.

He releases your nipple, and his hand travels to your throat. Though he doesn’t squeeze, he uses his thumb to massage a rough pattern into the skin there, leaving it feeling slightly raw.

“Open your mouth,” he says in a stern voice that is only reserved for specific occasions. 

You smile up at him, and you open as wide as you can, sticking your tongue out slightly. A drop of spit falls from his lips onto your tongue. You savor the feeling of the extra moisture and the taste of him in your mouth. You swallow it and smile up at him.

“Thank you.”

You keep your mouth open, tongue out once again, like you are begging him for more.

“That wasn’t enough for you, was it, darling? You need more of my spit in your mouth?”

“Yes, please.”

You don’t break eye contact with him as another globule falls slowly from his mouth. You need to remind him later to drink more water, but for right now, you are so turned on. The spit slightly misses your tongue, and some lands on your lips. With its presence, you feel yourself gushing between your legs, approaching orgasm as Seokjin continues to fuck you steadily all the while. Your tongue traces the line of your lips and collects it all. Once again, you swallow it all.

Feeling so pleased and aroused as Seokjin fucks into you, losing his rhythm slightly. You pulse and cum around his cock. As you are moaning with your head thrown back, you feel another drop of spit on your lip and on your tongue as your pussy milks every last drop of cum from Seokjin.

You pant heavily as Seokjin collapses on top of you. Every drop of him, spit and cum, inside of you, filling you up.

Something New (m)

Summary: You suggest to your boyfriend, Jin, that you try something new in the bedroom, and you aren’t sure how he’s going to react.

Genre: Smut and a small amount of Angst

Warnings: masturbation, oral sex (m. receiving), fingering, soft dom!Jin, swallowing, marking, a very small amount of cum play, an accidental tiny bit of angst

Word count: 3967

A/N: so…here it is. My first fic published here. I did not picture it was going to be smut, but here it is. Thank you so much to @taetaesbaebaepsae for encouraging me and loving me. You inspire me, and I love you. Also, thanks to @purpletigertaetae for being hella supportive.

You had been nervous to see your boyfriend, Jin, because you hadn’t talked to him since this morning when you’d mentioned to him that you might like to try to be a little “more adventurous” in the bedroom. He usually texted you throughout the day with dumb jokes and puns he thought of, but he had been upset when you left. It’s not that sex with him was bad; you just wanted to expand.

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Bloodlust

Reader wakes up to find herself under the spell of two handsome strangers.

Seokjin x Reader, Taehyung x Reader

word count: 4.1k

vampire au, smut, mildly dubious consent, possible character death, nsfw, 18+

warnings: smut, mmf threesome, oral sex, multiple orgasms, sex while afraid, sex while in pain, mildly dubious consent/vampire mind control, biting & blood sucking, possible reader/character death (reader, you….might not make it…)

Your mind is foggy and euphoric, and you blink slowly, smiling at how shimmery and light the world looks and feels. Your eyes lazily drift around before landing on him. His dark, almond-shaped eyes and plump, pink lips. He is very handsome. 

What are you doing here? Wasn’t he trying to kill you? 

You smile softly, feeling ridiculous for thinking such a thing. He’s too pretty to kill a fly, and the world is too wonderful, too warm for something so terrible and cold to happen. Surely it was just one big misunderstanding.

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Title: Pink Word Count: 2.7k+ Rating: NSFW Genre: Smut or PWP Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex (F Receiving), Cream Pies, Sloppy Seconds, Dirty Talk, Come Play, Come Eating, Voyeur Kink, Praise Kink Pairings: Jin x Reader x Jungkook Summary:  “Open up wider baby. Let me see how pink you are inside.” Written by: Admin B Sequel: Blush

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switching positions | ksj

summary: Your job at the House of Lust is simple, really; you please the men and women that walk into the room, and they leave happy and content after you take care of them. But somewhere along the way, you have lost the joy; and you're left to go with the motions. And when the complaints started to pour in, your boss saddles you with an annoying co-worker to "change your perspective" in hopes you get that spark back.

part of the house of lust collab hosted by @btssmutgalore

title: switching positions

author: lavienjin

p: seokjin x reader (ft. jungkook x reader; for a tiny bit)

wc: 12k

genre/au/rating: 18+ | sex work, friends to ? au | smut, tiny angst

warnings: switch!reader, switch!seokjin, sub!jungkook, sex toys, hair pulling, unprotected sex, safeword usage but everything is okay, slight manhandling, panty stuffing, hickeys, biting, fingering, grinding, seokjin's lap :), oral (m & f receiving), multiple orgasms, squirting, lots of praise, all kinds of titties are worshipped here, grinding, multiple sex positions, cum eating

a/n: thank you to @orangie-drabbles for reading through the first lil bit and helping me through my impostor syndrome 😭

m.list | ao3

The office you're currently in does not feel like it belongs to the notorious owner of the House of Lust. Unlike the gaudy exterior of the brothel that's created to entice lost souls to wander in, Min Sohee's work area is sleek and clean; with white marble floors underneath black, modern furniture.

"Do you know why you're here?"

Her words are clipped and punctuated with the rustles of papers as she scans through a series of complaints. All of them are directed at you. Instead of answering, you hang your head in shame whilst offering her a quiet nod.

Madame Sohee sighs as she throws the stack of papers on the desk. The individual sheets flutter about, some falling onto the ground. She stands to lean over at your cowering figure, steel eyes scrutinising every flinch you make.

"What's gotten into you?" she tuts, not really expecting an answer. "You're our top-selling girl!" The Madame taps her finger from one end of the desk to the other to make her point. "Are you no longer interested in working with us? Do we not treat you well?"

You can hear the palpable grief in her voice, and your eyes widen as you snap to attention.

"No, of course not!" you exclaim, following a series of shakes from your head. But you can't maintain eye contact with her searching eyes, so you look away as you mumble, "I just feel like I'm going through the motions, that's all."

An uncomfortable silence greets you. After a few seconds, you cover it up with an explanation. "Madame Min, you know that I'm very grateful for what the House has done for me. I love the people here, and I love my clients, and I can promise you that I can do better." You didn't mean to sound desperate, but without this job, you'll be losing your main source of income and a roof over your head.

The Madame's pink-coated lips turn into a deeper frown. "I'd like to believe you, but just in case, I've asked for someone to help you through this funk. Maybe a change of… perspective will give the energy you need to do your job."

She's assigning a supervisor to you? In all your years working at the House since it opened up, you have never had another expert coach you in your area of expertise. Though you're apprehensive, you have a feeling that this is the only way to get her off your back. And who knows? Maybe she's right, it might be the change you need to find your spark again.

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"Oooh, someone's in trouble."

An annoying figure comes into view as you exit the office. He is leaning idly against the wall with an irritating smirk on his face.

You move past him without a word, eyes focused on the tile in front of you while you mentally get ready for your 1 o'clock appointment. There's no way you're letting him ruin your already shitty day further. Ignorance is key for this sort of thing.

Yet, long legs match your quickened pace with ease, and in three strides, Kim motherfucking Seokjin falls into step with you, leaning forward so you can see his shit-eating grin from your periphery.

"Ugh, what do you want?" you grunt with a roll of your eyes.

"I heard what happened in Madame Min's office. Could it be that our most beloved dominatrix is actually falling from grace?" Seokjin mocks, followed by a bout of squeaky laughter. "I can't wait for this to be the year where I make the most earnings."

"In your fucking dreams," you hiss. "This is nothing more than a blip. I'll get back on my feet in no time."

Seokjin's broad shoulders rise and fall in a half-hearted shrug. "Now, we'll definitely see for ourselves, won't we?" At your silence, his wolfish grin grows bigger, taking up the majority of his, you admit begrudgingly, handsome face. "Hey, how about a little friendly bet between coworkers, hm? At the end of the month, when it turns out I have crushed your earnings, will you swap rooms with me?"

This makes you stop, and you can almost feel the wave of annoying energy that vibrates off of Seokjin. Your room is your sanctuary, and the biggest one available; a gift the Madame gave you as one of the first few people to join the House. For you to give it up, should you lose, would mean that you're biting the hand that feeds you, and you doubt she'd be happy to hear that you lost against Seokjin of all people.

It takes all your willpower to force your legs to move, right foot then left, but Seokjin blocks your view. "Hello? Do we have a deal?"

That does it.

You curl your fist into his t-shirt to slam him into the nearest wall. "Listen here, asshole," you growl. "How about you bother someone else for a while? I don't have the energy to deal with an attention whore right now."

Much to your irritation, Seokjin's lazy grin persists to stay on his face. His hand gently plucks your fist away from his shirt, and as he's smoothing out the wrinkles on the fabric, he says, "Ah, you're finally looking at me in the eye. I knew that if I'd get you angry enough you'd finally face me. I don't care about the room, you're more than welcome to keep it. But I do know you're in trouble."

You cross your arms in front of your chest, still suspicious. "So? How is that any of your problem?"

"So," he mocks your tone with a raised brow. "A pretty client of yours actually deferred to me and told me everything you've been doing wrong in the bedroom. And as much as I enjoy our petty little squabbles, I would really hate to see you leave the House, so I figured that since I'm such a nice guy," he chuckles when he sees you gagging, "I figured I could help."

That's rich. Sure, you and Seokjin would often compare numbers at the end of the month, but all the petty little jabs you aim at each other doesn't necessarily equate to friendship.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I'm good. You don't even know what I'm going through."

But as you're walking away, Seokjin stops you, his hand circling your wrist. "Well, unfortunately for you, it's by the Madame's request. Did she not tell you?"

A deafening ringing noise resounds in your ears as you stand there, mouth hanging open. "What?"

Seokjin shrugs. "Yeah, she called me in before she met with you. We're starting tomorrow."

"You're kidding? You? I started this job before you."

"So? That means jackshit if all you've been getting lately are complaints from our clients," he scoffs, leaning on the wall with an elbow. Jutting his chin towards you, he says, "You need re-education, my dear."

When the Madame mentioned that you were getting some additional help, Seokjin's not your first choice. Not only did he start out later than you did, but this is the guy that only has 6 or so clients on rotation. What does he know? There's absolutely no fucking way you're going to be getting lectures from him.

You manage to collect yourself enough to spit, "Yeah, maybe, but it's certainly not from you. Tell the Madame whatever you want, I'm not going to come crawling to you for help," and wiithout looking back, you shove past him and stomp away.

———

You've dimmed the lights in your chambers so as to not see the hopeful doe eyes that stare up at you from the floor. Your mind is filled with what Seokjin said – about needing a helping hand, and your anger flares again. Sure, these past few weeks have not been your best, but you always bounce back.

The thought that the Madame doesn't trust you enough to think so stings the worst. Not just because you have to report to Seokjin's chambers tomorrow to begin your training.

"Does it feel good, mistress?" he whines between gasps, disintegrating your daydream.

A half-hearted "Hmm…" is all you utter before pushing his head back between your legs. The wooden chair you're sitting on is starting to dig into your back. This sub of yours has been kneeling on the cold floor for an hour, lapping away at the juncture between your thighs. It's impressive – that he hasn't lost that spark yet. Most of your other clients would have been bored by now.

Moreover, he's undeterred, despite your lukewarm response; using his mouth to please you without the use of his hands. You can see from the corner of your eye how he's rutting into the carpet, but you just can't seem to care that he's disobeyed your orders to sit still.

The clock on the opposite wall suggests that there isn't much time until his session is over, and though you're apathetic, you can't leave a customer unsatisfied, especially since this one hasn't booked a next session with you yet, so you raise him up from his rightful place with a yank of his hair.

He whines pathetically, still drunk on your taste, tongue lolling out of his mouth to lick the last droplets of nectar from his chin.

Your lips pull into a lazy smirk, your hand still fisted in his hair. "Jungkook," you whisper softly.

"Yes, mistress?" comes his automatic response, but it's far too dazed and quiet for you to be convinced that he's fully present.

"Eyes on me, pet."

The young man blinks a few times before his eyes finally slide over to yours. He matches your smile with a half-grin of his own, the dimples on his cheeks making him seem innocent; as though he isn't trading his hard-earned cash for a few hours of your time.

"Good boy. You've worked so hard today."

Lies. Aside from the last five minutes, you can't even recall how his performance has been. Yet, you continue with the sweet nothings anyway.

"Would you like your reward?" You make sure to change your voice so it drips of honey, and you witness your result in the way his spine locks upright. Jungkook releases a quiet gasp as his eyes droop shut, returning to that heady haze of lust and sweet promises.

"I… Yes. I want my reward, please." His words come out in pants of air.

His flushed cheeks brings you back to reality, and you feel the familiar ache returning to your legs. But this is about your client's needs, so your grin grows wider as you ask, "And how would you like that reward?" You drag your long nails down his sculpted chest, purposefully catching a pebbled nipple between your fingers.

Your lovely pet attempts to keep still, but when you scratch lightly against his shaft, Jungkook can't suppress the shudder that wrecks his body. He fits his plump bottom lip between his teeth, hissing at the dull pain that you're inflicting upon him.

"Answer me, pet, or this is how you're going to cum."

You've got to give it to this client – he's really helping you out of your funk. It's been a while since you've felt this thick tension, and you find it easy for you to slip back into your old self; your lazy smile morphing into a sadistic grin. When Jungkook still doesn't answer, you release him with a push, and he crumples onto the floor in a messy wail.

"M-Mistress!" he sobs, the pain of rejection clearly etched in his eyes.

Oh, you're having fun. Fuck Seokjin, he doesn't know you.

You turn your back towards him, so Jungkook can't see the grin you're wearing. You hum as your fingers trail along the dozens of whips and paddles that hang on your wall. "I asked you a question, sweet thing, and I can see that you're not interested in playing anymore." Your hand closed around your favourite paddle; the long rectangular one with a heart-shaped cutout on the end. Behind you, Jungkook pleads his apologies. You feign ignorance, and his cries grow louder when you pluck the instrument from its hook.

"Mistress, please, mercy!"

You tut over his cries, shaking your head side to side to mock him. "I can see that I've been too lenient." You brandish the paddle and slap the wood against your palms, testing its weight. "Get on the bed, angel."

The fear in Jungkook's eyes fuels you. You strut towards the kneeling man and graze the paddle along his jaw. He shivers under your gaze, tears pooling beautifully in his eyes as he surveys the heavy toy.

"Come on. You don't want to leave me waiting, do yo–"

"Peaches!" Jungkook interjects with a cry. As the tears fall down his delicate cheeks, your heart sinks into your stomach. You drop to your knees and discard the paddle under the bed, before pulling the whimpering man into your arms.

"Hey, hey, look at me, Jungkook. Scene is over," you whisper gently. You wipe his damp hair away from his face while you pepper kisses all over; his neck, his cheeks, and finally his lips.

Jungkook drinks in the kiss, and the guilt has you keeping your eyes open until you notice that his breathing isn't as erratic any more.

"What do you need from me, bun?"

"How many more minutes do we have…?" Jungkook asks, worry nestling in his frown.

You smile at him as you caress his back. "Don't worry about that. I need to make sure that you're feeling safe and okay when you leave this room." When he tries to get up in protest, you put a hand on his chest and force him to lie back down, this time with his head falling onto your lap. "No, Jungkook. You're in my hands now, and as your mistress, I command you to stay. Take it easy, and when you're ready, let's talk about what happened, okay?"

Jungkook looks up at you with such trust that the guilt resurfaces once more, and when he nuzzles into your stomach, all you taste is the bile that has risen into your mouth.

Maybe Seokjin had been right. Maybe you do need a helping hand.

—

You're disgusted with yourself.

You stare and stare at the simple wooden panelling separating you from this side of the door and a decision that could possibly change your life forever. You're in a band shirt and shorts, not even bothered with impressing him.

The question is… should you really be doing this? Seokjin did say that he has a way to help you, so why not take the figurative offer of an outstretched hand? Worse comes to worse, it's a lecture and you can just slam the door behind you when you walk out.

Either way, though, the fact that you're seeing him for help is a tough pill to swallow. You're frustrated and embarrassed, having yet had another bad day with a client, and at this point, he may really be your last resort.

Which is saying something.

"It's just a one time thing. Yep. A one time thing," you mutter to yourself as your hand wraps around the handle of the door.

You count your breaths before pushing the door open to reveal Seokjin's room. Except for the large, fluffy cream rug underneath the four poster bed, every piece of furniture is the same shade of blinding white, especially with the sheer white curtains allowing the light in, so it wasn't hard for you to find the speck of black hair belonging to the man who's currently staring with a shit-eating grin.

"Wow, what a welcome surprise." Seokjin closes the book he was reading and saunters over towards you. God, even the way he walks is irritating. "So soon too? I didn't expect you until tomorrow, if I may be honest."

You temper the boiling rage. "Let's just get this fucking started, shall we?" You whip around from his gaze to plop yourself on the bed, tapping your foot impatiently on the plush carpet below.

"Get down from there."

You freeze from playing with the edges of the blanket you're currently sitting on. Was it you who imagined the coldness in his voice?

When you remain seated, your body locked in place, Seokjin clicks his tongue. "Don't make me repeat myself."

The instinctual fear that resides in your bones causes you to spring up from the bed, away from the plush comfort as though it's made of heated metal.

"On your knees."

As the words leave his mouth, you drop to the floor, feet tucked neatly underneath you. Seokjin must have bewitched you with magic as soon as you entered the room. Or else, how do you explain the stark obedience that suddenly appears out of nowhere?

"Oh… you're trained, after all?" he smirks.

Relief washes over you when he no longer adorns the cold mask… and then you catch yourself sighing in content as Seokjin stifles a chuckle. What is happening? You're supposed to be the best dom in the House of Lust, but it seems he has you beat.

Seokjin seems to be thinking the same thing as he pads over to where you kneel on the cream carpet. He holds your face in his palm, his thumb swiping against your cheek. The urge to bite his fingers off just to get that damn fucking smirk off his face has you nibbling on your bottom lip.

This is truly humiliating.

"Here's my theory." He squats in front of you and pushes your face from side to side before finally pinning it so you're forced to look away from him. Seokjin trails a long slender nail down your neck, and once again you're conflicted; part of you wants to spit at him and tell him to shove that finger somewhere deep inside, but the other… the one that has been neglected from the frustration and stress that's been building over the past few weeks…

You curl your fingers into your palm to avoid shuddering or making unnecessary noise that would give your position away. You can't hand that sweet victory to him that easily.

Lucky for you, Seokjin doesn't seem to notice. "You started this job as a dom, but you've never learned what it means to be a sub, huh?"

"No," you admit, but when you remembered who's floor it was you're kneeling on, you snap, "Why does that matter anyway? I'm a fucking great dom, and my numbers show too."

"They say that the best doms are those that know what it's like to have control taken away from them."

He threads his fingers through your hair, and his face leans closer until you can smell the mint in his breath.

"Sure, I'll admit, you have a lot of clients, and yeah your numbers are good. But let's be real, how many of them repeat their visits?"

Your heart hits against your ribcage in a loud thud. He's right. You have met up with the rich and famous, but they've all been one time flings. You assume that it's because of their hectic life and a desire to seek out something more meaningful, but could what Seokjin insinuates be the reason why they don't keep coming back?

You hide your bruised ego behind a scoff. "Ha, you're all talk, I bet your clients are also a "one and done" type of deal too."

Seokjin is amused when he raises his left brow. "Do you remember Nia?"

The name sounds familiar, but you can't pinpoint on where you would've heard it.

"She's my first client in the House of Lust."

Ah, that's right. The pretty girl that shyly pointed to Seokjin instead of the other dazzling array of performers. "I remember now. It was when you first joined… what– five years ago now? What does she have to do with anything?"

If his playful smirk irritated you before, this one drips of confidence and ego, and it has you digging your fingers into your leg to stop yourself from lunging at him and throwing a punch.

"She still comes back every Tuesday at 10pm. Never been late to a single appointment."

You can taste the air when your mouth hangs open. Five years? 260 something meetings and she's never been late to an appointment? Is Seokjin threatening her or something?

When you voice your question to him, he smirks before leaning closer, and stupidly, you close your eyes as you wait for the crash of his lips against yours, but at the last moment, his head veers to the right to instead whisper in your ear, "I'm just that good. Maybe even better. And that's why I guarantee that I can help you through this predicament of yours."

When he parts, you shiver, restless from the lack of touch. And though Seokjin hasn't really done anything besides some light touching, there's a growing wetness in your panties.

"So, what's the first thing we're doing then? Don't tell me you're just going to make me sit here on the carpet." It's a poor attempt at disguising just how rattled you are, but you hope Seokjin doesn't see the building desire.

Seokjin stands and cups your face with his large palm. "Maybe I should, but before anything happens, do you have a safe word you'd like to use?"

You shrug. It's standard BDSM procedure, and you're not surprised he's asking about it, but he's not being delicate at all.

Maybe that's his charm, your brain offers. Yeah. Maybe.

You look around the room to find something suitable to use when your eyes land on a can of tea leaves. "Jasmine," you reply.

Instead of moving on to the next thing, Seokjin frowns, and then sighs, and you feel like you've been caught cheating on a test by a teacher. Then an even bigger problem emerges, why was his disappointment affecting you so greatly? The instant his eyes no longer contain the playful mirth, you were about to rise from your knees and promise that you'll try your best to temper the snark. It only takes a good chunk of your willpower to stay planted on the ground.

"I mean, if 'jasmine' is your word, that's fine, but I typically prefer if my subs choose a word that they'll be able to recall easily. It's not like you use the word 'jasmine' often in real life, plus it's too long. Try to find something with just one syllable."

Seokjin sighs again, running his fingers through his black locks. "If this is what you've been doing to your subs, I suggest you stop."

"Well, my subs have been able to use two-syllable words during our playtime with no problem," you counter. "I don't see what the problem is."

"It's about best practises, my dear dominatrix. If you haven't encountered a problem yet, that's great, but we're not waiting for a problem to happen, we're trying to prevent it." Seokjin walks nonchalantly to his desk as he talks, never once looking back. When he's settled in his chair, he looks over at you and smiles, "So, your job right now is to find a one-syllable word that has a connection to your daily life. That way you can instinctively yell it when you want me to stop."

And with those words, he resumes to his book, ignoring your squirming figure on the floor.

In the silence that's only broken by the occasional tick of the minute-hand of the clock, you strangely find that it's hard for you to concentrate. At first, you count the minutes as they tick by, wondering if Seokjin would ever get impatient and ask you to speed things up, but the insolent man continues to read without a care in the world, and after a while, you actually started thinking about the assignment you've been presented with.

A one-syllable word that has bearings on your real life…

You shift in your kneeling position, alleviating some of the pins and needles you're starting to feel.

"Sock."

Seokjin looks up from his book with that half smile. "What was that?"

A twinge of irritation throbs in your head. You know very well that he could hear you, but he's just pretending not to. You avoid gritting your teeth when you speak up, "That's my safeword. It's 'sock'."

After closing his book, Seokjin returns to the floor in front of you, and this time, he's sitting criss-crossed, with his arm outstretched, palm facing towards the ceiling. "Hand," he commands gently.

You tilt your head to the side as you obey, placing your right hand into his palm. Seokjin's warm hand closes around it, and soon that same warmth travels to your body. When he pulls you up from the rug, you topple over, having not yet realised that you've been sitting for some time.

"T-Thanks," you mumble into his chest, cheeks heating with how close you are to him.

His chest rumbles as he speaks. "Don't mention it. I always take care of my subs."

A sub.

That's who you are to him right now. Not a co-worker that he's been competing with when it comes to sales numbers and is currently seeking his help. No, just a sub without any control of the situation.

You quickly mumble an apology as you peel yourself away from his chest, but Seokjin pulls you onto the bed, sitting you down on the edge as he kneels. He begins massaging your calf, his strong fingers relaxing the sore muscles underneath.

"At any point in time where you don't feel comfortable with what I'm saying or doing, don't hesitate to use it. In the event that your mouth is full," Seokjin reaches up to thumb your bottom lip with a smirk, "just make a peace sign with either hand and I know to stop. Got it?"

"Got it."

"You know I didn't think that you'd listen so well," Seokjin hums. "I'm impressed. This one has learned her manners after all."

The compliment is one you've uttered to your own clients, but hearing Seokjin using it towards you has you squirming again as you feel the weight of his gaze.

"How are your legs?"

Distracted, you offer him a, "Hmm?"

"Maybe I was too quick to compliment you," he snickers as he stands. Seokjin raises his hand, and you brace yourself for a hit, but it never comes. Instead, his large hand pats your head lightly, and it's only when you look up that Seokjin moves it so it fits under your chin instead.

"Why do you flinch like that? I'm not going to hit you. In fact, you shouldn't be hitting anyone when they're distracted – there could be myriads of reasons why your sub isn't paying attention."

Leaning forward, Seokjin holds your gaze and the two of you move lower, lower, lower, until you feel your back rest against the fluffy mattress. With a hand by your head, and the other lifting your chin, you can't really look away.

"This is the last time I will repeat any questions for you," he whispers the warning. "How are your legs?"

"Fine," you whisper back.

"Are you all right to continue?"

"Yes."

"And the safeword is?"

"Sock."

Seokjin nods, seeming pleased at your clear responses. He moves towards his desk and opens a drawer. You can hear the rustling of paper, and then in a few seconds, his hand returns to your side, palm outstretched, ready to raise you back up. In Seokjin's hand is a clipboard, and when he hands it to you, the words "Kink List" are written in bold and all caps at the very top.

"What's this?"

"You… don't recognise this?" Seokjin gapes at you. "Well, it's no wonder you need my help."

Once again, you had to dig your nails into a fist to avoid punching him.

"Like the title says, this is a list of the kinks that I feel comfortable performing. Some of them are basic – classic bondage, degradation, mirrors–"

"Mirrors?"

His gaze turns cloudy again. "Stop interrupting me when I'm talking."

This time, when you clamp your lips shut, it's to swallow down the retort that has been clouded over with intimidation.

"Anyway, tell me what's not okay by crossing things off the list. If you're unsure, put a question mark next to it so we can explore. Take all the time you need."

Seokjin walks towards his desk again – probably to read that stupid book, but you call out to him just as he's about to sit. "Do you do this with all your clients?"

To your surprise, he doesn't come out with a snarky response, but there is a glint of disappointment in his gaze as he studies you. "Yes… It's a basic procedure to keep your subs feeling safe and satisfied. Your goal is communication, and you can't do that without first knowing what they want."

"Won't it cut into their umm… 'play time' with you?"

"It does," he nods in agreement. "So, I usually sit them with this list during our trial session. It incentivises them to return, and allows me to answer some questions if they're nervous. But more importantly, I will now have a list in my hands of what they want so I can maximise the… as you put it, 'play time'."

You give him a non-committal hum as your gaze returns to the sheet, marking it up as you read it through, but your thoughts are currently on the blonde haired dom sitting on the chair. You can't help but feel a bit jealous that he's clearly been taught first-hand by an actual BDSM expert compared to your frantic googling late at night when you first got this gig.

And maybe, just maybe, there's the tiniest twinge of jealousy of all the subs that have been lucky enough to be treated this well under his watchful gaze.

———

"Huh. Would you look at that?"

Seokjin is currently looking through all the notes you made in the kink list sheet as though he's trying to commit them to memory, and after spending the last half an hour or so in his presence, however, you wouldn't be surprised if that were really the case.

"Is something wrong?" Since when are you one to feel shy? And of all people, why are you feeling shy towards Seokjin? Yet your heart is thumping heavily against your ribcage while you study his never-changing bemused expression.

He opens another drawer and slips the paper inside. Turning to you, he smiles, "You checked off a lot in that list. Are you sure you'll be able to handle it?"

This time, you can't resist but roll your eyes. "Oh, please! I can take on anything you give me."

"Anything?"

You meet the challenge in his eyes with a smirk. "Anything."

"Okay then." Seokjin doesn't move towards you though, instead, he pats his lap. "Let's start the scene. Come here, pet."

Well, if this is the only way for you to be a better dom…

You stand from the bed and take a step foot towards him, only for Seokjin to raise a brow, and you take it as a signal for you to stop. The silence stretches as you regard each other.

"What?"

Seokjin's eyes fall to the floor before he brings them back up to you. "Is that how a pet would walk up to their master?"

Your eyes squint at him in irritation. He can't be serious.

"You did check off 'pet play', but I guess it's too much for you," Seokjin sighs as he inspects his list again. "Next time, don't list things you can't handle. You may like it as a dom but–"

"No. I can do it." The words come through gritted teeth.

With steely eyes that stare straight into Seokjin, you sink to your knees. Your scowl deepens when you place a hand on the carpet, and the other in front of it. It's beyond you how anyone, let alone a sub, can handle such humiliation, and under Seokjin's amused gaze, there's an unsettling pulse of an emotion stirring in your belly.

You could have stopped– should have stopped, but inch by excruciating inch, you crawl towards him; that dangerous pride of yours is unable to let yourself look weak in front of Seokjin when he's issued you a challenge. Though the distance between the bed and the desk isn't far at all, it still feels like aeons have passed by the time you reach the leg of the chair.

Oxygen leaves your body when you stare up at him from the floor, sitting on the balls of your feet. There's a strange twinkle in his obsidian eyes and a menacing aura seems to surround him. Has Seokjin always looked so intimidating? This guy? The same person that folded up two pizzas together and fit them in his mouth during the staff dinner?

You let out a gasp when Seokjin slides a cool hand towards you, thinking that he was going to touch you, but his slender fingers stop in front of your face.

"Good. You listened well. Do you need help getting up?"

With a deepening scowl, you bat the outstretched hand away, embarrassed that a small part of you was actually disappointed by the lack of touch.

"Feisty," Seokjin tuts with a shake of his head, though that smile is ever present on his face. He leans forward, so close that you can see the delicate moles on his skin. "I'm gonna have fun breaking your walls down."

Heat sears your cheeks, but instead of looking away, you murmur, "I'd like to see you try."

You're surprised to find Seokjin laugh – a genuine 'head thrown back slightly and shoulders shaking' laugh. If your positions were switched, you would have whipped him for making such a statement, and it gave you a sense of superiority. You were right. Seokjin doesn't know what he's doing.

The triumphant smile appears easily on your face, though you do your best to hide it. You can go with this. Just go with the flow, and when he's had his fun, you can claim to the Madame that you've had your seminar and be on your merry way.

This, of course, doesn't happen.

No sooner did the thought cross your mind, Seokjin picks you up from the floor and sets you onto his lap. You didn't even have time to shriek because once you realise what was happening, you're already facing him and his smug grin.

"Ah, much better. My neck was getting sore since I had to look down on you."

"Hmm yeah. I like you better when you're looking up at me. Right where you belong," you retort.

"Angel, angel. You don't seem to know the kind of position you're in at the moment." Seokjin brings the back of his hand to your cheek, stroking the skin gently. "You're not in your chambers, but in mine. Let me introduce myself again. I'm not the same 'Seokjin' that you know right now," his hand moves down to grip your chin. "And I'm going to make sure that you walk out of here having learned why they call me 'master'."

"Who calls–"

For the second time that day, you swallow your reply. Not just because there's now a loose hand wrapped around the back of your neck, ready to squeeze if necessary, but Seokjin's now scowling, full pout turned down in disappointment. You whimper out the last syllable, and your shoulders rise in an attempt to shield yourself from his gaze, but there's a part of you – the one that refuses to be tamed, that ends up winning the war in your head. But as you're ready to attempt to speak again, it all melts away when Seokjin's plump lips attach to the base of your neck, taking a nip at the tender flesh.

"As I said before," he says, low. "Know your fucking place, brat."

"Mmmh," you sigh.

Your hands depart from your side to take hold of his broad shoulders as Seokjin continues to leave behind blues and purples on your skin. You've never felt this kind of heat – it burns you from the inside and leaves you begging for more. Has your neck always been this sensitive?

"Singing so sweetly for me already? Where did all that bravado go?"

"F-Fuck you," you hiss, but the words leave no sting – not when your legs are shaking and your head is tilted away to give him access to more of you.

"Later," he chuckles. Seokjin pushes your shirt up just a little past your navel and places a hand on your tummy. "Right now, I have a job to do."

His hand snakes up and up until you feel a lazy finger touching the underside of your breast. The muffled sighs you've been releasing up 'til now is no match for the howl that rips out of you when he pinches the flesh. You move away slightly as your back arches, pain and pleasure coalescing into this mind-numbing sensation. How has no one ever made you feel this alive? There's magic in his touch, it's the only explanation that makes sense, because he's rendered you close to useless.

Close, but not enough. "If this 'job' you're talking about is in regards to me begging, you'll have to try a bit harder," you smirk, even through the trembling voice.

"I had a feeling. You don't seem like the type to break easy."

Seokjin places his arm under your butt and stands, carrying your shrieking form in his arms before throwing you on the bed.

"Lucky for you, I'm also not the type to give up," he grins from between your legs.

Oh. This is getting fun. Does he think he can make you cum?

You help him discard your shorts with your bottom lip fitted into your teeth. The anticipation is getting stronger. A small part of you is worried that Seokjin's all talk, and he's not actually going to follow through with anything decent. You suppose it's not that bad, considering that you have an array of toys waiting for you in your chambers should it come to that.

But now that you're just in your underwear – some cotton white thing that isn't sexy at all, you wonder why he's just staring at you from below.

"What's the hold up? Don't tell me you're scared of eating me out."

A brow shoots up to the sky. "Why are you in such a rush? You and I have the rest of the day off, so it doesn't really matter."

Waiting's a clever tactic, you too love the image of your subs squirming in their seats on the floor, but it's nothing revolutionary either. Well, if Seokjin's taking a while, the bed is comfortable and your eyes are calling you to sleep–

"Oooh…"

The touch was faint, the barest of rubs against your clit, but your body jolts awake all the same. You grip the sheets tighter, anticipating for another faint touch, but it never comes. A second turns to two, and then three, and four, yet Seokjin continues to lean on your thigh, grinning at you irritatingly from below.

It's when you close your eyes again that the touch comes.

Again, your eyes fly open and you prop yourself up to stare him down.

Again – he looks up at you with an innocent smile.

"What are you doing?"

"Whatever I can to break you out of that shell," he says simply.

"And that involves teasing me until I beg?" you huff with a roll of your eyes. "I thought you're supposed to teach me how to be better. Not play around with the basics that anyone could have learned from the internet."

Seokjin shrugs. "We all have to start somewhere, and for you, maybe it's best to go back to the basics." Two of his fingers pretend to walk on your skin before he tugs at the waistband of your panties. "Plus, you have no idea what I have planned for you, so how can you be sure?"

He pings the elastic against your skin, pulling harder with each tug.

You bring your legs together and pull them close, trying to stop his mischief. "You're going to ruin my underwear," you groan in complaint.

"How much do you care about this pair?"

"I mean, it's only $5 but still–"

A stern gaze silences you. "I don't care how much it costs, I want to know if you have any attachment to them."

"No," is your reply, voice meek.

You watch as Seokjin bends down to the seam, eyes locked on yours. He fits one side of the seam in his mouth, and the other in his hand. Your heart is stuck in your throat; your slow brain picking up the pieces of what he's going to do. Before you have another chance to stop him, the flimsy threads rip free with a solid yank, some frayed strands falling onto the bed.

He sits slowly up, the ruined garment in his mouth, before crawling towards you. Seokjin makes little sound as he climbs on top, but there's a ferocity in his eyes you've yet to be acquainted with.

"Open," he mumbles through gritted teeth.

You want to retort – to regain what little control you have left. But in this caged state, with his hair tickling your forehead, and his arms on either side of your head, you've left little choice but obey. Your jaw opens with great reluctance, and when it does, Seokjin deposits your underwear into your mouth.

Does it count as a kiss? His lips sure are touching yours, pulling out unwilling moans from your throat, as he fucks the garment into your mouth with his tongue, but it's simultaneously too lacking and too overwhelming all the same. The panties in your mouth gradually become wetter, the mixtures of saliva seeping into it, and in a few seconds you can taste yourself; the astringent bite of ecstasy.

"Mmph…" You're not sure when your hands circle his neck, but they slip away and return to the bed when he sits up. With your hands unbound, it should be easy for you to take the gag away, and throw it in his face, but the way he kissed (or not kissed) you left you breathless – mind reeling as you wondered what it was.

Seokjin tilts your chin this way and that, admiring the line of drool that's begun to dribble to the pillow. "So much better when you're not yapping away. Snap your fingers once."

Though your fingers shake, you obey.

"That's a good girl," Seokjin coos, brushing away the hair that's fallen on your face. "Snap once for 'go', twice for 'stop'. Got it?"

You snap once.

"A quick study, huh? I'm impressed," he chuckles. Seokjin returns to his spot between your legs. "Let's see if you remember what you're supposed to do."

It's like you have no energy left to argue. You're left pliant and subservient, not willing to put up a fight anymore. In this hazy state, your eyes close gradually, and you let yourself sink into the mattress, waiting for him to begin.

Your hands remain fisted by your side, opening and closing around the sheets while he pets your cunt in circular motions. The whines tumble easily when his slick-covered fingers slide up and down, pinching your clit in between the spaces. Seokjin is purposefully missing the places where you need him most, and it's frustrating, but just as you're about to complain, he fits a middle finger inside, and your back arches at the sudden, yet welcomed, intrusion.

He angles his finger upwards, the rough pad of it caressing just below the patch of nerves. Your thighs threaten to crush his head with how bad you're squeezing, yet he doesn't mind, and he can't seem to hear the whining complaints coming from your stuffed mouth.

Like the kiss, it's a push and pull; underwhelmed by the lack of sensation, yet fulfilled with how intentional he's being. Could you ever do what he's doing with your own subs? You're starting to realise why the Madame assigned him to you. He has a completely different style from you, but maybe this is what you've been missing all along.

"You're distracted."

Sure enough, you hadn't realised that he's stopped moving with half his finger still inside you. He fishes the underwear from your mouth and massages your jaw after noticing that you've been clenching it for some time. You've never known Seokjin to be so… soothing.

"'m fine."

Of course your lacklustre response isn't going to convince him. Seokjin sits you up and places your head on his chest, with the rest of your body between his legs.

"You wanna tell me what's on your mind or just sit here in silence for a bit until you feel better enough to continue?"

You wouldn't think that he'd give you an out so easily. "Aren't you worried that I would just sit here and tell the Madame that I've completed my training with you?"

His response is a chuckle. "Nah, you're not that dishonest. You're thinking about it now, but when it comes down to it, I doubt you're actually going to do it."

"You don't know me," you grumble.

"Maybe," he shrugs, "But I've watched you long enough to have an idea of what you're like."

A silence stretches. What did he mean by that? Before you can ask though, Seokjin's already talking.

"Now, I know that this may be training for you, but I genuinely want it to be fun. Can you tell me what's on your mind?"

You shuffle to sit up further, resting the back of your head against his shoulder. "I'm… scared I won't be able to get that spark back. Maybe it's time for me to switch roles, or something. I'll be losing a lot of clients, and I guess that will risk my livelihood."

When you look up at Seokjin, you're surprised to find he's already looking at you, his eyes encouraging you to continue.

"The House is my everything." Crying in front of him was not on your to-do list this morning, but the tears came up all the same. "When the complaints started coming… I tried my hardest to push through the fog, but that only made it worse somehow."

The ball of stress and anxiety has grown large enough that you feel utterly defeated. What if you don't get the spark back? Where will you go? The House of Lust is all you've known. You doubt any employer in the real world would ever accept anyone that has worked in the sex industry.

"I don't even have any family to turn back to," you admit quietly, balling the hem of your shirt in your hand. "There's literally nothing left for me to do if I'm ever fired."

Seokjin brings his arms around your stomach and pulls you in tighter. He doesn't speak for some time, and instead rests his chin on your head. "Have you thought of a change of perspective?" he asks softly. "It doesn't have to be a permanent thing, but you can just try the non-BDSM route for once?"

Madam Sohee did mention a change in perspective, though you're not sure if Seokjin's suggestion is really what she has in mind. "I've never really considered that…"

"I think you should try talking to her about it. You know Madame Min is very strict on our potential clients for our own safety, so I doubt you'll get any weirdos. You just won't be able to see your old subs."

Of course! The Madame will guarantee your safety. You're seriously considering the offer and with every passing second, that warm hope comforts you… until it's quickly replaced with harsh insecurity. "But what if I can't?" Your voice cracks as you try to keep the tears at bay. "All I've known about sex is just… well… this." You gesture at your half-naked state.

"Well…" Seokjin starts, but doesn't continue after some time. You look up to see that his head is tilted to the side, lips pursed as he thinks. "If you want to try, I'd gladly help you through it. But at the end of the day, if you don't want to do this line of work, I'm sure there are other ways you can stay in the House and help out."

"Really?"

Seokjin smiles. "Really. Trust me."

"I do," you blurt out, sitting up to face him. And it's only because you're mildly offended that he doesn't think so that you realise how true it was.

Seokjin doesn't seem to notice your flustered expression. He gives your midsection a squeeze before he goes to his wardrobe, and tosses you a pair of shorts. "Here. Wear this. How about we end it here for today? I'll let Madame Sohee know about the change of plans."

Feeling a bit embarrassed, you pull the shorts over your hips and leave the room a bit hurried, but you do turn back to offer him thanks.

"Don't mention it," Seokjin grins.

And when you reach your chambers, you throw yourself onto your bed, nervous and excited. You pray morning comes soon because you're actually looking forward to tomorrow.

———

You are no longer looking forward to today.

It's the familiar scene – of you standing in front of Seokjin's room, only this time, instead of reluctance, you are terrified.

"No… I can't do this," you mutter to yourself, turning away from the door. But just as you fish your phone out to text Seokjin that you're backing out of the plan, the door opens, and said man leans on the door frame with an amused grin… and in less clothes than you saw him last.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asks, crossing his arms.

You look at the floor; the ceiling; the creepy painting in the hallway; anything so as to not look at Seokjin's naked chest. "I forgot something in my room…?"

"If you're going to lie, maybe don't end the sentence as though you're asking a question," he chuckles. He steps towards you, flexing his muscles not-so subtly. "Why so nervous? Never seen a half-naked man before?"

"That's not it," you grumble, still refusing to look at him.

Seokjin hums. Deciding that this short burst of torture was enough for you, he takes a step back and gestures to his room. "Well, come on in. It's not like you haven't been inside yet."

Not trusting yourself to speak, you nod before following him inside. The room this time is darker, blackout curtains pulled over the windows. Seokjin had lit candles around the room, the soft glow making you feel at ease immediately. Did he do all this for you? It's almost… romantic.

While you're looking around the now unfamiliar room, Seokjin's already making his way to the bed. It's the gentle way he calls your name, followed by an equally gentle, "Come here," that has you moving towards him with stiff limbs.

This time, when he offers his hand, you take it.

Your knees sink to the plush material as you sit on his lap. The shadows move strangely across Seokjin's face, and you find it difficult for you to look away.

"Do you still remember your safe word from yesterday?"

You nod. "Sock."

"That's right." His smile catches you off-guard and you long for more praise to spill from those plush, pink lips. Seokjin tucks your hair behind your ear as he says, "Just because we won't be doing anything BDSM related doesn't mean that we stop being safe. If you feel uncomfortable at any time, you say that word, hm?"

Is it just you or is Seokjin's face so close? You're starting to get lost in the abyss in his eyes. "Ah… Yeah," you respond, slightly distracted.

"I'm also going to leave you in charge of the pace since–"

Seokjin doesn't get to finish his sentence, not with your hands on the sides of his face and your lips shutting him up.

You sigh into the kiss. There's electricity in the air that you were missing yesterday when he kissed you with your panties in the way. Once Seokjin gets over his shock, he pulls you close to his chest. His right thumb has snuck underneath the hem of your shirt and is now caressing the small of your back, causing tiny little fissures of pleasure to erupt. The simple touch has you craving more, so you kiss him harder, before biting his bottom lip.

A low grunt emits from his throat when your teeth sink into the soft muscle.

His hands capture your body in a tight embrace, half your shirt riding up with how anxious he's exploring your skin.

"I… fuck, I've been thinking of you last night," he admits between gasps. "I wanted today to be slow and romantic, but look at you," Seokjin's lips quirk into a half-grin as he holds your cheek in his hand, "so eager to get things started. Let go and let your instincts take over."

It's the permission you need to tackle him to the bed. In two seconds your shirt is gone and you're back to kissing him, your fingers tangled up in his hair. Seokjin's quiet grunts is the fuel that keeps you going, and though this type of sex isn't one you're familiar with, you find yourself craving for more.

"Fuuuck… These hips…" he hisses when you grind against his growing erection. "Keep it up and you're going to make me cum in my pants."

"That doesn't sound so bad."

You double your efforts by tracing your lips onto his neck, in a similar manner that he did yesterday. Soon the pale skin of his dons on a similar hue to yours – with matching blues and purples. Your fingers trail down to pinch his nipple, and you're delighted when Seokjin releases a drawn-out moan.

"Sensitive?" you chuckle, moving lower to fit the other one in your mouth.

Seokjin throws his head back with a long whimper. "Very, but you're not supposed to find that out this quickly."

Although he's breathing hard, Seokjin manages to take control and roll you onto your back, your hands raised high above your head in his grip. "Now, now, I can't let you have all the fun. I wanna continue where we left off yesterday. Now, do you remember what you're supposed to do to get me to touch you?"

With an excited sigh, you close your eyes.

"Good. Keep those hands high above your head."

Your back arches as he kisses down your chest, his teeth grabbing the hem of your shorts and panties to expose yourself. He wastes no time with teasing, facing your cunt horizontally with your leg over his neck. Seokjin licks a long stripe from your winking hole to your clit before he kisses your folds as though they're your lips. His tongue glides up and down, ready to catch the arousal before it drips onto the sheets.

"Shit…" you gasp, body straining with need.

Even with your eyes closed, you can feel the heat of his gaze watching your every reaction. Your body burns with humiliation, and it's only made worse when his fingers make their way inside, crowding your tightness with their girth. The sounds you make rattle off the walls – a mixture of the wet sounds between your thighs and your moans.

"This pussy… I've been dying to taste it."

"Is it to – ah – your satisfaction?"

You gasp when Seokjin nips at your folds. "You taste just how I would have guessed; incredible."

The compliment tempers the humiliation somewhat, but you have no time to bask in its glow. You feel the bed dip and then your body is being pulled forward until you feel his lap underneath your ass. His left arm supports your thrashing lower half while his fingers continue to slam into you.

"Seokjin!" His name is embedded in a scream, your eyes squeezing even tighter as you beg and beg for him to not stop. Your body tenses with anticipation of your upcoming release – toes curling with how tightly you're wound.

"Show me how you cum." A command, followed by his thumb pressing circles around your clit.

Within seconds you obey, body thrashing in his grip; streams of arousal on his fingers.

Tears fall from your eyes as you whine, and a white noise dampens your hearing after the release. The room spins behind your closed lids as you lay there with a sweaty arm draped over your eyes. The aftershocks of your orgasm still cause your body to flinch, and a particular one has you whimpering at the onset of soreness between your legs.

You've never felt anything like that before.

The bed dips as Seokjin comes to gather you in his arms. "How's that?"

"Good."

"Oh, we're being honest now? What a major development."

You're about to scoff when you feel him place two of his fingers on your lips.

"Clean me up?"

Your mouth opens wide enough for him to slip his fingers inside. Unlike when you tasted yourself through your panties, there's a hint of sweetness this time around, and you gladly lap up the remaining stickiness as though it's a drizzle of honey.

"How do you taste?" Seokjin asks after removing his fingers.

"Sweet," you pant

He hums in affirmation. "That's right. I could eat you out for days." Seokjin fucks your mouth in earnest with his fingers, the pads grazing the back of your throat. "You're about to be my favourite drink."

Your tongue dances between the spaces of his fingers. Hearing him praise you has your whole body buzzing, and despite the soreness, you're already eager to do more. When you peek at his face, whatever discomfort you felt completely disappears. His ears are a deeper shade than his slightly parted pink lips; eyes drawn into the way his fingers disappear into your mouth. How can a man look so cute and hot at the same time?

He removes his fingers and in a slight daze, he asks, "Are you set to continue?"

"Yeah," you whisper, wiping the drool with the back of your hand. "I'd like to keep going."

Seokjin just grins as he flips you on top of him. "Use me to satisfy your greatest desires. Just let your instincts take over."

His words echo in your head. You gulp, heart pounding against your chest as you move lower – towards the waistband of his pants. When his cock springs free, it takes all of you not to gawk. You won't say it's the biggest dick you've seen, but there's a heaviness to it when you hold him in your hands. Fuck. You're salivating at the thought of how those protruding veins would feel inside of you.

"Like what you see?"

Smug bastard has returned. Seokjin stares with his arms underneath his head, nonchalant and carefree.

You say little else before placing the head on your tongue. No matter how wide you open your jaw though, his girth makes it almost impossible for you to swallow him whole. Yet you're determined to make him succumb to the haze he's left you with, so you spit on your hand and begin to pump his length while your mouth tries to take in as much of him as you can. His groans delight you, and urge you to increase your speed.

"Feels so fucking good," Seokjin groans, loud. "Shit. You want me to fuck my cum down your throat? Want a taste of my seed before I fill you up later? Fuck it. I'm going to make sure you clean me up once we're done; and whatever else that spills out of you."

His taunts have you clenching your lower muscles with need. You nod furiously, not trusting yourself to speak with him inside your mouth.

Seokjin pushes your head down and begins fucking up into your mouth in earnest, his grunts ringing loudly in your ears. Oxygen is a precious commodity, leaving you sputtering and gasping from the lack of it.

But just as you think he's about to explode, Seokjin yanks you off of his dick by your hair. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, saliva dripping down to your cleavage. It reminds you of the time you had with that sub of yours. Did Jungkook also feel the same desperation to please you? Why does that moment feel like a lifetime ago?

Your thoughts scatter the instant Seokjin taps your cheek not unkindly with his palm, and you're pleased to see that he's breathing hard.

"Focus on me and nothing else."

He doesn't have to tell you twice. Seokjin kisses you like a man starved, catching your moans in his lips as he slowly makes his way on top of you again. You spin at the ferocity of his tongue against yours, and the heat of his palms massaging your breasts.

"Ngh…" you whine, pulling away to inhale much needed air. "Seokjin…"

"What do you need from me, baby?" He asks into your skin, remarking the places he's been before so they bloom anew. His teeth graze your pebbled nipples and you cry out with a clutch of his hair.

"More," is your hazy response.

"More of what? Hm?" Seokjin sits up and splays his hand over your tummy to stop you from jumping up as he glides his cock over your swollen pussy. Your whines only spur him on, body moving faster. "Do you want to cum like this?"

"No!"

He removes himself away from your heat to sink two fingers into you. "Oh, I get it," he coos. "This is what you want, right?"

You squirm in his grip. He has one leg over his arm and the other is holding you down. With your brain a mess of lust and need, you don't have any coherence left in you to speak.

"Tell me or else I'm leaving you to cum with just my fingers."

Bastard! you curse in your head. Yet your voice is weak when you whimper, "Need… you…"

"Well, you have my fingers. What more could you possibly need?"

You cover his dick with your hand, stopping all his movements. Raising your hips, you push the tip of him inside you. "Does this answer your question?"

"Fuck," he hisses as you slowly join your bodies together.

Just as you predicted, you can feel the delicious stretch as you have your fill, and even when the blunt head of cock moves past your g-spot, there's still a sizeable chunk of dick left. Will he truly fit inside of you?

Seokjin moves to stand and drags your body with him. Your ass hangs off the edge, held up firmly in his arms.

Spit dribbles past his lips and onto your pussy, and Seokjin uses the tip of his cock to smear it around. With a grunt he pushes in, and though you've had a taste of it before, it doesn't stop you from crying out.

"Shit!" Your grip on the sheets tighten. "Fuck, Seokjin…"

"Yeah, fuck. Does that feel good? Just me sticking my dick in has you seeing stars?"

"Please… move." You grip his forearms tighter, your nails leaving half-moons on his skin; a perfect accompaniment to his marred neck.

Seokjin obliges readily, whilst whispering sweet taunts in your ear; "Tighten up for me, darling. Just like that, oh fuck. Can you feel how hard I am? Does it feel good?"

Over and over you're rocked into bliss, your numb legs helpless in his arms. If this is what sex is supposed to feel like, you're not sure if you can go back. Even if you do end up switching roles, would you be able to find such ecstasy in another's arms? No, you decide, it has to be Seokjin.

He doesn't move too quickly, but goes deeper than any toy you've had. His thrusts spring forth a slow ember that gradually becomes whiter; hotter.

"I'm–"

"Yeah, me too," Seokjin gasps before he kisses you.

That's how you came for the second time, in the midst of a kiss, moaning his name and spilling it into his open lips.

Seokjin increases his speed then after flipping you over so that you're on your stomach. He plasters his chest to your back so he can groan directly into your ear. Every long-drawn out moan tumbling past his lips causes you to do the same; your voices mixing and growing louder and louder.

"One more time? Can you cum one more time?"

You don't know if you should. One more and there's absolutely no way for you to return to your previous role. It's so easy for him to pull pleasure seemingly out of thin air, and you succumb to the depths for a final time, your mouth opening in a silent scream as the waves crash repeatedly against you.

"I'm gonna fill you up. Make you walk around with my cum all day, shit," Seokjin grunts, biting the shell of your ear. "Oh, fuck, the way you tightened up for me just now. You want that? Want me to fuck you full of cum until your tummy swells?"

"Seokjin. Fuck."

"That's right, angel. I'm sure you can't wait to go about your day, squeezing your thighs together? Fuck. I'm going to cum in this gorgeous pussy, shit… I'm gonna turn you into my personal toy."

Seokjin holds your thrashing form in his firm arms, and after a loud groan, he spills his seed inside you. Your walls spasm as though you're milking him dry, and maybe some part of you wants to make sure that he gives you everything until there's nothing left.

If you weren't sure before, you're certain now – there's no way you can go back to your old ways. The Madame is right, you were due for a different position.

With a gentleness you didn't know he possesses, Seokjin carries you back to the bed. He rests your head on the silk pillow sheets before propping your legs by his head.

"What… are you…" you ask between bouts of heavy breathing.

A softer version of his smug smile returns. "I'm about to clean the mess I made."

You moan weakly when his tongue makes contact with your puffy lips. Seokjin takes his time drinking it all in, and the loud smacks of his lips against your sopping cunt has you grasping the sheets.

"No… no more…"

But Seokjin doesn't listen, and his thumb returns to press tight circles on your swollen nub. After a shuddering gasp, you cum, spurting out your mixture of juices right in his tongue. Your mind is a blurred mess of shapes and sound; your eyes having a hard time keeping the room still.

"Ah, Seokjin…" you groan into the pillow.

"That's it. Give in and give yourself to me," he mumbles, licking the last remaining drops. "I'll make sure your body only remembers me."

It already does, you think, but you don't need his ego to grow tenfold. Instead, you whimper, and wait until he's had his fill.

When Seokjin rises from between your legs, the sight almost makes you beg him for more, if your pussy isn't currently throbbing from oversensitivity. The lower part of his face is covered in slick, and he's licking everything his tongue could reach as though it's sweet cream.

"Satisfied?"

How can he even ask you that after just turning your world upside down?

"Yeah, I guess," you reply, avoiding his eager eyes.

Seokjin only chuckles, and from the corner of your eye, you watch his broad shoulders rise and fall. "Well, if I can't convince you, that's fine. We can go back to our original plan. Maybe over time I can train you to be a good sub for any personality that walks through those doors."

"There's no need for that," you murmur. Not just because you still don't feel like you won't be good at the role, but because you don't think you want to have sex with anyone else. Which could be bad for your job. But then you remembered what Seokjin said the other day; about the possibility of still contributing to the House without the sex.

"Do you think the Madame will let me take on a more administrative role?"

Seokjin hums in contemplation. "I don't doubt that she'll agree, but your services are a valuable asset to the House," he contemplates. Turning to you, his smile is soft when he asks, "Will it help if I'm there when you talk to her about it?"

You nod, relieved in the midst of uncertainty. "Who would have known that you'd be someone in my corner?"

He holds you close to his chest as he mumbles into your hair, "Mmm… you just never gave me a chance."

The silence stretches. You're so comfortable in his arms, that you realise with a start how long you've overstayed your welcome. Seokjin must have been itching to kick you out, but felt it impolite to voice his concerns. But when you try to wrestle free from his arms, you find yourself fighting a losing battle.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Back to my chambers?" you question with a foot already halfway off the bed.

He tightens his hold and drags you back onto his lap. "Mmm… how about you stay? You're so warm and I'm exhausted."

"Well—" you try to argue, but the words catch in your throat when you can't meet his stare.

"You don't want to?"

It's not that you don't want to, but this is getting into a territory you're not sure you're ready to broach. Does he do this with all his subs? There's no way – not when there's a time limit, and you find yourself reluctant to ask him, afraid of what the answer may be.

So, you let Seokjin help you into his clothes; let him cover you in blankets after he turns out the lights; and let him cuddle you close, your head atop of his heart.

You let him do all this because you don't really want to part with him either.

And safe in the blanket of night; nestled deep in your delusion as you hear him slowly succumb to sleep, you pretend that you belong to him; and him to you.

saturn's notes: ah it's so good to be writing a fic again, especially one i've been dying to write for some time. thanks so much for reading, my beloveds. you inspire me. oh, and before you start, let me sate your curiosity: no, there's probably not a sequel to this. if i do decide to write one in the future, great! but tbh, i am much to busy with so many other fics :)

serve me | ksj. (m)

➵ summary: kim seokjin has been your annoyingly stoic butler ever since you started university, and were gifted your own penthouse. for years, your relationship had remained on the outs, subjecting seokjin to hearing your desperate moans for other men each time they climbed into your sheets; and each time you rubbed it in his face. little did you know that you were only riling him up, and it would be your moans for him bouncing off the walls when your taunting finally unravels his ironclad self-control.

➵ pairing: butler!seokjin x rich kid!f. reader

➵ genre: rich kid!au, domestic?au, forbidden relationship!au, age gap (8 years), porn but with plot :S, minor angst, fluff, smut

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 16k

➵ warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol and drug use (parties are able to consent), constant sexual teasing/innuendos, tension, heavy making out, explicit sexual content, bit of soft dom/daddy!seokjin, switch!reader, mild brat-taming, lil age kink, marking, lots of licking, restraint (with his hands), nipple sucking, oral (m. and f. receiving), pussy eating (with the panties on and off 👀), deep-throating, ass-grabbing, unprotected sex (pls wrap before tapping), missionary + wall sex, multiple orgasms, creampie <33 

➵ a/n: hi lovelies! hope you enjoy this completely self-indulgent fic i wrote because i got random inspiration from harry osborne’s butler… YES THIS IDEA CAME FROM SPIDERMAN OF ALL THINGS 😭 enjoy!! thank you the lovely @ggukcangetit​​ for beta-ing this <3 as always, feedback is appreciated xoxo

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title: hit;record pairing: fratboy!yoongi x fuckgirl!reader(f) x jock!seokjin rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; fwb/f2l? , university au summary: you’ve been losing every single bet your friends have thrown at you. tired of striking the hell out, you’re determined to win the biggest one that everyone has a stake in. what you don’t quite expect, though, is that there’s more than one person willing to help you. warnings: cursing, alcohol, house party, recording, penetrati*n, cocky yoongi, cocky jin, spanking, head/hair pulling, oral(m/f rec), 3s*me, cowgirl, all chains stay on but are we rly shocked atp, jock jin<33, sp*troasting, c*m play, tears, sl*t/wh*re mentions, jealousy??, reader is a bad b*itch, unprotected sex (y’all omfg don’t do anything these mfs do pls), double penetrati*n, denied org*sm, creampie, breast play, pain, multiple org*sms, manhandling, choking, hitting it from the back (two different waays), yoongi is blond😀, jin has muscles😀😀, spitting, spanking, dirty talk, light face/c*nt slapping, finger*ng, the ending lmfaoo i think that’s it? oh, yes, there’s a tie. notes: i… just. i dunno what happened🥴 guess i just save my filthiest work for the yoonjin babes<33 have fun and don’t perceive me when you reach the other side. note 2: if you are involved in recording anything nsfw, please please be aware of how it can spread - purposefully or accidentally. everyone involved needs to consent 100% before anything ever gets recorded or photographed. that being said, all parties in this fic fully consent to recording and/or sharing of the videos. ok onwards! have fun :)))  release date: september 6th, 2022, 9:07pm est mood: playlist here word count: 13.1k 

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Delightful Affair | KSJ

➵ Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader, with a side of Kim Taehyung x reader

➵ Genre, AU: Pride and Prejudice AU, s2l, smut, angst, fluff

➵ Rating: 18+

➵ Word Count: 7k

➵ Summary: You had never thought you would find solace in Kim Taehyung after the midsummer nights you had spent with Kim Seokjin, his long-lost brother.

➵ Warnings, tags: cre*mpie, mentions of de*th, historically accurate mis*gyny, che*ting, pregnancy, family drama, longing, Seokjin forever advocating for the early femin*st movement, probably inaccurate historical timeline (I tried my best but I gave up somewhere)

➵ A/N: This work has been in my docs forever, and it kept getting longer every time I tried to finish it (it’s a Seokjin’s fic type of thing ig) I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! This is a repost because the other one wasn't working on the tags.

The day is grim like no other Seokjin has ever been a witness to in his whole twenty five years of age, his hands are both contrastingly sweaty, the garments his mother has made him wear for the evening don’t seem to stop constricting his throat in the worst way possible, he thinks– perhaps is he were a daughter instead of a son, the thought wouldn’t even cross his mind, watching his soon to be wife down the altar, flowers all but decorating the path that is supposed to mean their ever after happy ending.

She’s a pretty woman, he has to admit as much, red hair that goes down her spine– a foreigner– his father had mentioned, a daughter of some important overseas merchant that might be key to the prosperous future of the rather small town they live in, he can’t help but wonder if his own future may look as boisterous as his parents suggest this marriage will serve as for them all.

Can’t help but wonder, if this would be the one time in his lifetime where he would very much rather choose himself over his parents. You see, Kim Seokjin is a simple man, a madman some would call him as times go by and the shadow of running away from his own wedding as a cowardly excuse of a man, looms over him. Born from a well-off family, educated with the very best their country could offer, raised to take over his father’s ever growing land– yet it didn’t take as much time or effort for his mother to mark him off as a lost cause, helping in the kitchens at fifteen, writing a rebellious downfall of the system–as his father had titled his studies– at the ripe age of eighteen, passing days under the summer sun reading sonnets ‘By a Lady’ at twenty, and now– selfishly running away from what could have been the marriage of the century, in the name of love at twenty five.

Kim Seokjin is a simple, yet no ordinary man, contrary to his younger brother, Kim Taehyung, always excelling in what Seokjin has seemed to lack, even while being three years younger than him, Kim Taehyung is a rather stoic man, playing by the rules only, perfectly cut for the place Seokjin was supposed to play, the Duke of York and Albany, the pride and joy of the Kim family.

Kim Taehyung is everything Kim Seokjin is not, no rebellious downfalls, or poetry, and most definitely not love. 

It comes to no one’s surprise when the Duke, Seokjin and Taehyung’s father, brings home the news of Seokjin leaving for the colonies as a private political advisor of King George III. There are no shedded tears from his mother, who bless her heart has had to endure being the talk of the town after her handsome son had been accused falsely of adultery, leaving the poor red headed foreign girl by herself on her  wedding day. His younger brother doesn’t even show up as he is set to sail, tight fists around a couple of packed bags that contain his best garments along with a few books he is sure his father would disapprove of. The latter curtly waved his first born farewell after advising him against messing up such an amazing opportunity. 

Kim Seokjin is a simple, yet no ordinary man, which is why it comes as no surprise when he is thrown away from King George III’s inner circle and sent back home on a rather humble boat where he is set on working the kitchens after suggesting the setting of judicial powers in the colonies. It comes as no surprise to his mother, who limits herself to watch her eldest son with teary eyes, something akin to pity on her gaze. It comes as no surprise to his brother, who scoffs and rolls his eyes as he smirks at him in disgust from the place is perched near the door. And it most certainly doesn’t come as a surprise to his father– at least he doesn’t think so, if the way he pinches his nose and strips Seokjin of his noble title right away is any indicator of said fact.

Kim Seokjin, Viscount of Hereford. A small patch of land that has been part of the Kim family for years on end, a rather lonely, unproductive and overlooked piece of land that tends to flood and get buried in snow during winter. Seokjin loves the dichotomy between his new title and the place he occupies in the Kim family. Disposable. Set aside for the best interest of his family. Forgotten. A small unfortunate spec of dirt in an otherwise rich, fertile land that carries the future of the country within themselves. He thinks his father’s love is shown in the way he is being merciful enough to let Seokjin keep some sort of title– a mirage of the life he was always taught to live. 

“I do not believe there is a way for you to ruin your life this way, Seokjin” his father’s voice is carried by the noises outside his study, the man placing a portfolio full of gold in front of his son, he believes his father is even throwing in a few of his own earnings along with the Viscount ones. 

Seokjin isn’t even sure if he can address his own father the way he used to do before– he knows if it were any other man with his title, he wouldn’t. “Live well, and I’ll do so too, your grace” 

Kim Seokjin is a simple man, but by no means ordinary. As the rumours died down, mostly forgotten by whatever other pressing matters occupied the habitant’s minds, he prefers to keep to himself inside his manor, a humble yet decent place that still gets covered in snow during the harsh winters, an ever running fireplace and the constant smell of freshly baked bread as he watches the days go by much like he did before, his relation to the Kim family long faded as his father passes and Taehyung occupies the title, the tiniest pang of jealousy inside his chest– or perhaps longing– as he watches the younger bestride by his property on summer days, face set stoic as ever, without so much as a disgruntled look his way, in times when Seokjin isn’t required by the royal court for his self made diplomatic career– he sometimes wonders if he could have proved his father wrong as he made a name for himself, or perhaps the old man wasn’t as disappointed in him as he said he was, letting a letter of recommendation for his eldest son slip to the King’s court as a way for Seokjin to make a better living for himself. The truth is, he might have to live without it. 

“Will you ever listen to mother when she is to call you for dinner?” your sister berates you as she rounds the corner to the place where you hide away near the infamous Kim manor. You can’t be exactly proud as to the way it has become a routine of sorts to stray from your own home to pass the summer days hidden away some place near Kim Taehyung and his daily activities.

You don’t even turn to look at her, intently watching the way the Duke keeps on being seated along the flowery patch, beige attire, jewellry adorning his hands as he has a book perched in between his fingers–poetry, most likely “He is such a boring man, is he not?”

“Y/N…”

“Come on, just look at him! What are such pompously rich people even set to do!” To any bystander– or any family member, for that matter, your daily activities were surely set to be product of an untended for crush on a wealthy man of town, you have no real energy within yourself to set the ideas straight, simply amused by such a way of living some people get to have while the rest of them– like your father, are set to work until they drop if they must upkeep their living arrangements, sustaining his daughters for the lack of a male in the bloodline  “I bet he gets to have dinner in his chambers”

Your sister sighs loudly and finally follows your gaze “Kim Taehyung, Duke of York and Albany? What could be so interesting about the man to have you out here for days on end?”

“There isn’t anything interesting about the man- which was exactly my first point!” 

“He does seem rather- apathetic” she giggles and you can’t help yourself but follow her lead– not without one last look towards the man. Kim Taehyung does truly look a lot of things, apathetic being just one of them.

“Children! What are you doing so far off? Come come, your father has brought news from the city!”

“This is such great tidings! I will finally live to marry one of my daughters off to a wealthy family!” Your mother declares as she clasps a hand over her heart, ever the theatrical self she has posed herself to be within the family. 

You can’t help but frown as the information sinks into your brain “Is it not worth of any attention to be given my own feelings, mother?”

“Oh Y/N dearest, but your marriage to Duke Kim Taehyung has been on the talks since you were an infant, it had just been a matter of time” 

Your father turns to you as your mother busies herself the way that she tends to do when excited, “Y/N daughter of mine, the Kim family will be able to give you all the things that you deserve in this lifetime”

“I have everything I could wish for right here, father, is it not enough to want to marry for love?”

“I’m sure with enough time,  Duke Kim would be able to-”

“Oh don’t be a silly girl, Y/N, no great marriage is ever to happen from love, if only it is ever a bonus of such a great arrangement as this one” 

“Mother I-”

“I will not hear a word of it, oh goodness dear, we must travel to the city to get some new garments, fix your hair, find yourself a tutor and-”

“Viscount Kim will be in charge of the last bit”

Your mother scoffs, smile pulling the sides of her mouth “A viscount, you surely do not expect such a low ranked gentleman to prepare our daughter for a Duke”

“Do not be afeard woman, this man was raised to take on his father’s Dukedom once upon a time”

As it comes down to it, Viscount Kim was set to arrive as a guest to your parents’ summer home a little over a month after your father had granted you the news. Something along the lines of travelling all the way from a foreign land as he dismissed his job as a diplomat in favour of tending to your educational needs for the duration of the season. Your father was set on the man making the proper and poised woman a Duke would undoubtedly marry, while your mother fussed over the littlest things in order to take care of her property for Viscount Kim’s arrival. 

Soon enough the small manor was filled to the brim with life, a set of personnel to take over the house’s duties along with freshly imported fabrics that decorated the place near the lake– a set of land that made it all the easier to watch the Kim manor from the gardens. 

“I am awfully sorry for the small place we were able to provide for you on such short notice, my Lord. The house is fully equipped with people to tend to your needs” your mother’s voice travels all the way to the back lounge, enough to have you scurrying down the hall to peak at the man– incredibly handsome and tall, plump lips that seem to be perpetually stuck into the smallest of smiles, glass skin, raven hair that travelled to the base of his neck, meeting the awfully expensive-looking shirt he sported. 

“It is of no trouble, do not be concerned, my lady, this is all the more I could have hoped for, as you would understand, I am rather used to taking care of my own needs as I travel so much for work, it simply seems impossible to keep trusty people around” his voice is smooth, the way he stands tall and poised reminds you awfully to the way Duke Kim Taehyung carries himself– if only Viscount Kim seems a lot more relaxed. You make your presence known into the room, making sure to bow as instructed by your mother, receiving a bow from both in return. 

“Ah, this is my daughter, Y/N” your mother presents you, along with a smile on her face “She is to be taken care of from you, I beg of you to set this child on the right track” 

“I assure you, my lady, it will be be no trouble at all” you can’t help but get lost in Viscount Kim’s posture, soft murmurs and pouty pillowy lips that enunciate every word at an excellent pace as he seems to leave his soul bare with every word he says, tall, strong and very much evidently a handsome man that leaves you expectant for the upcoming days under his instructions. 

As Seokjin makes a home out of the small cabin he was presented with, you can’t help but be amazed at how different his routine seems from Kim Taehyung’s, opting to switch out your routine in favour of entertainment in between lessons as the latter keeps himself busy roaming his manor’s gardens while the former opts to wake upon the rising of the sun and get to chores around the house all the while– quite the sight to be seen from a man, especially one of Seokjin’s calibre. The man is nothing quite ever seen before around the land as he dutifully reads the paper over coffee– all done by himself, heading over to get himself ready after having breakfast and fetch you for lessons, which once over, settle him down with some light letter writing– you can only guess due to his working duties as a government official. All taken into account there is no denying that Kim Seokjin has no flaw on his perfectly carved self, if only it wasn’t for his title.  

“Proper ladies are to entertain with songs over tea, Y/N” his voice is soft, you can’t even tell if he’s scolding you for plainly taking the seat right across from him as soon as you finished tilting the teapot to pour him a cup of his own “At least that’s what my brother expects”

You feel your heart skip a beat at his words, suddenly feeling equal parts curious and embarrassed at having Duke Kim’s brother right in front of you, although it has yet to make any sense in the way that Seokjin surely seems to be older, yet not in line for his father’s Dukedom has you rising questions as your eyes open resembling platters “B-brother?” 

The man simply nods his head ceremoniously, pushing the cup against his lips before taking a sip, curiosity getting the best out of you this one time “My father did not mention what happened between you”

“Love happened” Things are quiet after that, it is quite evident he does not wish for it to be talked about any further and you don’t want your curiosity to bring any embarrassment to any of you both at such an early stage of your preparation– even if it has been a few weeks now. Which gratefully, you didn’t even have to as he goes on with his story “People can be quite unforgiving of feelings and strong opinions, Y/N. And while I do not deem any of them atrocious as people as my father do, it is in your best interest to mould yourself to their ways of life, or else you end up like me for believing myself worthy of true love”

You can’t quite push the matter aside, as the image of his saddened smile keeps you awake in the evenings, the absolute pure way he had talked about such matters, being the first man you had ever known of being able to talk so freely about his feelings, believing in them so strongly he had traded his very own most prized possession– his title– for it. 

Seokjin sits himself under the shade of the biggest tree around the small manor, small book in hand– looking rather beaten up with the passing of time at the way that its yellow-coloured pages hang to each other as the man’s soft voice recites practised words that seem to have never left his mind for some time, verses on the scenery, the love for life, the gratefulness of the kingdom, the passing of seasons and the beauty of women all seem to somehow pull you in as never before, the way that it seems like he could have the answers to the world if he could, entrusting his every syllable as you sit on the blanket across from him, the sun hitting your face as a smile draws upon you, unhelpfully rejoicing in the dull imagery of the words being his own, whispered to you in lovely rhymes, rather than out of some sort of compromise. 

“I brought something with me this time” Seokjin had travelled to the city for a few days, deeming you responsible enough to go on with your studies on your own after some more weeks and extensive curriculum being almost over with as you now carry yourself with much more poise and delight. He had noted his absence as ‘taking care of private matters’ yet he had extended his intentions in one particular evening as he let you know he was visiting a friend, no name included, merely something about being asked to look over some literary work. He extends his hand for you to take the book he presents himself with, a new looking, covered in golden pieces one. “It’s an original piece, I believe you will surely enjoy reading, quite a commotion this one has caused” 

You look at the cover, the name simply engraved out as ‘a Lady’  has you gasping while turning to look up at Seokjin in surprise. Whatever commotion it had caused had always been a matter to your liking– as Seokjin came to know. The books always kept far away from the small town you resided in, under the pretence of not messing with ladies’ heads. You can’t help but leap towards the Viscount, embracing him out of thankfulness as you hold the book closer to your chest, the widest smile he has ever seen on your face. 

Seokjin’s voice had always been alluring in all ways possible, from the soft tone to the perfectly enunciating of his syllables, the way his eyes resembled every feeling the author had so gracefully placed in between sonnets, “…whatever must I do to keep on living this way, each summer as it came, to feel your love within me, and why shall I ever pray for you to refuse under the guise of being my muse…” 

His words get carried by the wind, you swear the investment on some of the portrait painters that sometimes make it to the side of town would be completely worth the pieces of gold if their were to immortalise Kim Seokjin like that, sitting across the gardens, back against a tree as words leave his mouth, sun kissed skin glowing under the light–he was surely a sight to behold in a way that keeps on leaving your mind wandering places you don’t quite want it to, if Seokjin had once lost all he had in the name of love, would he be opposed to his brother’s plan and do it all again? Were he the man that had sworn on his life pledge to his very own bizarre priorities, would he turn a blind eye to whatever everyone else had to say and be yours instead? 

“Y/N were you even listening to the piece? This is a must have repertoire on-” Seokjin’s eyes are as wide as platters the moment your lips crash into his, soon enveloped in the heat from the sun and Seokjin embracing your body as if afraid to let go, his hands are soft and cautious, merely holding your weight as your lips pour every once of love into each other, he can’t help but let a smile draw on his face as you separate from each other a second before diving back in “I am just getting myself in so much more trouble” 

Kim Taehyung hadn’t even been meaning to eavesdrop– as hard as it was from the giggles coming from the other side of the Kim manor’s gardens, used to hearing them from a completely different direction as you played with your sisters. Certainly he hadn’t quite estimated how baffled he would be at the image right in front of him, a man he had grown up to look up to, even as he was casted away from the place– no one had ever questions Seokjin’s manners and gifts as a fully trained elite in town. And the woman he was meant to be marrying over the summer. It had almost seemed like out of one of his elder brother’s novels their father always berated him for reading, a ladies’ story, read in the dim light of a candle after hours. The happiness evident in your faces as both of you played around the garden, chasing one after the other, only for you to come crashing against Seokjin’s chest, lungs heaving as the man is sent to land on his back with your whole body on his, lips fairly pressing into each other as he turns to have his leave for the day. 

Seokjin can’t help the smile that draws on his face as he packs up his things, looking one more time at the garden behind the manor, part of it longing for the days he had shared with his younger brother under the sun, the rest of it filled with your laughter as you both had done just about the same, the cold air is letting up as summer draws closer. He hears the familiar voice before he is even able to see him. 

“You’re back” Taehyung’s voice had always had an uninteresting baritone tone to it even as a child, cold and alienated even if deep down Seokjin knew it wasn’t quite like it. 

Seokjin had to try and race down his guilty heart at having his brother appear in such a way after years of the man openly denying their familial bond– he was mostly okay with it, could see where he was coming from, so he simply bows his head in respect as a greeting, knowing his place as well as the next gentleman, voice almost breaking at having to guide himself as such in front of his younger brother “Your grace”

Yet Taehyung would seem to have grown a lot like the strong man he remembers his father to be– always reproached him for being. “Cut the bullshit Seokjin, I saw you with the woman I am to marry” Seokjin can’t help but find his shoes entirely more interesting than the man rightfully accusing him of stepping over boundaries with his betrothed, the younger sighs deeply, most probably let down at Seokjin’s behaviour, as he has every right to be “When will you ever stop disgracing this family?” 

He’s almost out the door as Seokjin mutter a somewhat unuseful “I’ll leave, the day after tomorrow” 

“Good”

“You’re leaving?” your laugh dies in your throat as Seokjin’s fingers stop tracing your exposed skin– a tremendous mistake, your mother would input, having you offer yourself to Seokjin mere days before you’re being married off to his brother.

Seokjin pulls his head  down to level with yours, lips barely touching yours as his fingers caress your cheek, “My job here is done”

The quietness in the room makes up a lot of noise as you look straight at him in the eye, rays of sunshine dripping through the window as they warm up both of your naked bodies laying in bed “I don’t think I can marry your brother”

Seokjin’s heart aches inside his chest as soon as the words leave your mouth, yet he finds enough strength within to say “You can, and you will” he pecks your lips “You will be the most beautiful Duchess out there” a kiss to your forehead “Y/N of York and Albany” lips to your temple “Your grace” 

His body is on top of yours in a flat second, hands caressing the side of your exposed body before his fingers travel down to your folds, lips all over your face, kisses resounding in the heavily warm room. A gasp escapes past your lips and  a smile draws on his face as soon as two of his fingers go inside your cunt, he barely moves as he lets you adjust to the new feeling, you can feel some wetness down there as he removes his digits, opting to coat your folds with your juices, thumb circling your bud as his mouth travels down to the expanse of your neck, teeth barely grazing your skin as you feel yourself clench around nothing, hips moving up and forward in a futile attempt to recreate the friction he had been doing before, bringing a bubbling laugh out of Seokjin’s throat. Yet he complies. This time, he starts pumping his fingers in and out gently, leaving you closed eyes and moaning–relishing the moment as the sun hits the side of his face, almost angelical. You barely have a second to process the reality of it all, rutting against Seokjin’s hands as he speeds up his movements. Your hand travels down his body, barely grazing the tip of his cock that has him hissing, yet all he does is let his open mouthed kisses travel along your neckline. 

“Wait-I- I wanna help too” you manage to moan out between breaths and him adding a finger inside you, scissoring the ones already inside. 

“This is all about you, Y/N”

Seokjin is quick to remove his hand as soon as you start quirming to much, opting to let himself sit on his knees, your neck straining to try and steal a look at his doings as he reclines himself, hands on the back of your thighs, propping your legs on his shoulders as he dives right in, wet muscle against your already wet and shiny and worked up folds, the warmth of his movements on your clit have your back hitting the bed further not long after he’s slurping you up, fingers coming back at their own thrusting pace as you feel a knot forming in the pit of your stomach, head spinning as Seokjin nibbles on your bundle of nerves, allowing you to ride through your climax. 

Your eyes open after a brief moment, coming eye to eye to the image of Seokjin handling his hardness, hand jerking himself off, growing stiffer by the second before he catches your eye, smiles tenderly, eyes shining brightly, voice barely above a whisper as he lines himself with your entrance. “May I?”

His thrusts are gentle, lips catching yours, always slow and reassuring every time your brows furrow awkwardly, the sheer amount of touching, along with his increasing pace has you clenching around him, the sounds the both of you let out resounding in the room in a way that has you thanking the loneliness such a cabin provides. His movements soon turn erratic, less paced and chasing in a way that has him painting your walls white with his seed, marking you down as forever his before he collapses beside you, sweaty bodies sticking together, smiles plastered on both of your faces that seem to at least temporarily make the scary and unstable future fade far away. 

The days seem to all blend between each other perfectly, the voices around you barely muttering a word your way as the wedding becomes the talk of the town–it is indeed, not everyday that such a high ranking family like the Kims are willing to unite a son heir of Dukedom to a much lower ranking family; you can’t help but remember the words Seokjin so softly spoke before, sweet nothings on true love and freewill that now just seem nothing more than a figment of your imagination. Seokjin had returned to the city, a longing gaze along with a sweet smile and a kiss on the top of your head as he walked off. Soon enough the manor was back to being what it was before– inhabited, cold, lonely. No traces of such a human as Kim Seokjin ever lived there, with his morning tea, freshly dropped newspapers and soft gazes to the horizon as the sunlight embraced his perfectly handsome face. You find you can’t really fathom Kim Taehyung ever being related to Kim Seokjin. Not when the man stands boorishly against a worn out tree, nor when he mentions three days being left before the wedding, not even more so as you stand across from him on the altar as both of your families–and most part of the town– get together to celebrate such a joyous day. 

Vows are practised and quickly enounced, a small part of your heart breaks when you turn to the public, watching Kim Seokjin sitting at the back of the room, the last bit of hope shattering right in front of your eyes as you watch him leave the place with a stoic frown on his face once the infamous line on intervening the union comes around. You don’t see the elder man ever coming back in, something deep down tells you you have lost him as soon as you are pronounced Taehyung’s wife. 

“Ladies aren’t supposed to laugh over dessert, Y/N” Taehyung’s tone is berating, almost automatically making you roll your eyes, wonder if this is what Seokjin had so much as warned you about when he mentioned his younger brother being “A bit stale on the humour” 

Your mind can’t help but recall all the times Seokjin had corrected your manners on the table, giving out useful pointers, always accompanied by some sort of praise on being glad you were always being yourself over your poised facade. Can’t help but let your mind wander how different would life be if Seokjin was standing in Taehyung’s place. 

Mornings with Kim Taehyung are quite uneventful, the man quite insisting on keeping separate rooms for the night, pronouncing words about working late hours– yet you are still not sure what exactly he could mean about it.

The first morning sickness comes exactly two months after your wedding, a quick trip to the bathroom in order to spill the contents of whatever snack you had munched on the night before after dinner, although by the second week of it being a common occurrence, you can’t help but wonder if it was time yet of any bug being around town. The urgency behind getting an assisting doctor overriding whatever silent pact you and your now husband had had for the past few weeks, in order to approach him in his study hours where you are greeted by the impassive man with glasses perched on his nose as he carefully eyes you before opening his mouth to speak.

“Mother and father do not have the need to know, they’ll be a Kim either way” the last part of his sentence gets lost in the way that he disdainfully goes back to the papers spread on his desk. 

“Excuse me?”

“You’re with child” and it seems like he had drawn the conclusion himself, no need for medical opinions, pure observance and a hundred percent certainty in his voice–you can’t help but wonder if he had learnt such a thing from his brother; Taehyung takes the time to look up at you and mutter three words that have your whole world spinning and threading some sense into the events from the past few months “My brother’s child”

Word spreads like fire after the Kim manor’s staff gets a hold of the information along with watching your body adjust to welcoming the new life inside of you. As much as Taehyung seems to navigate the lie perfectly with carefully curated polite words, bowing of his head at the congratulatory words and accepting gifts with utmost care, you can’t help but roam your eyes around the room everytime someone mentions the pregnancy. You soon find you can’t hold eye contact with his parents over dinner anymore, even behind all those layers of gratefulness and tender heartedness that come with knowing you’re carrying Kim Seokjin’s child, you can’t help the shame that goes along with your husband knowing and accepting you are to birth a rightful heir to his Dukedom that is not his, but his exilated brother. A man you are still not quite sure which place he holds in the younger’s heart. 

Shame turns into something just a tad darker as soon as your belly grows and Taehyung is softly mumbling words that you can’t quite hear as his large hands make a home on the side of your stretched stomach, feeling firsthand the life both you and his brother had created out of what you can only pronounce as true love. There’s a sad longing on his striking features as he does so, the sun going down illuminating the lounge as he seems to contemplate the universe as a whole, staring off into space as his fingertips touch every cervix of your clothed belly. It had never been a secret just how much Kim Taehyung had aspired to be a father, the people absolutely delighted and congratulating him on his first born–if only it wasn’t about to be the one who was conceived at the heights of a delightful summer affair behind closed doors, by none other than his then future wife and his very own free spirited brother. 

As soon as morning sickness lets up, you can’t help yourself from roaming around the gardens that take you to where Seokjin had once made a home for the both of you, the early morning breeze chilling your bones as your naked feet wet themselves with morning spring, heart leaping at the reminiscence of what could have been if possible. Taehyung can’t help the sadness inside of him, thinking back to all those times he had silently watched from the very own window he’s staring down from, as you and his brother played around like infants in the gardens that collided with the Kim manor. Deep down he had always known his brother wasn’t cut for the part he was born and raised into, always preferring to walk his own path rather than take the easier way out– now he can perfectly see how the two of you would work together. It was such a pity he had always been the one to do a toll, taking every step his father had once taken that landed them in such a great position. If having to raise his very own child as his, no questions asked, he would do it in a heartbeat. On gloomy days where your feet seem to drag you just a tad slower, he can’t help but wonder if the child would take after both of you, soul full of light only reaching for the beauty in the world, the best in people, their own happiness. If the child would also run the disgrace of finding a free spirited soul like them– like you both had done– the universe placing them together only to be ripped apart, condemned to a future of longing.He wonders if then, his mother would know the child would be too much like Seokjin for anyone’s comfort. 

Taehyung also pretends he does not see the letters coming in. 

He pretends he does not recognise the perfectly calligraphy that adorns the envelopes as if he had not grown on the extensive writings his older brother had so gently provided for him in an effort to show his love for the younger.  Kim Seokjin is nowhere to be found, not by him, nor his father, nor yourself. So he lets you have as much. 

Kim Taehyung also pretends he does not write letters of his own back to his brother, using the unofficial mailman he has hired for such things, letting him know the child, a precious little girl,  had been born and was healthy and well cared for. Not a word comes out of his mouth as the letters double in quantity after that. 

You’re holding your baby in your arms, barely asleep in the comfort of your warmth when Taehyung comes into the feeding room, the softest gaze you had seen him sport on his face, and all while very clearly aware of whose child it was, you can’t help the words slipping out of your mouth “You’re a great man, Kim Taehyung, for I know I am nothing but lucky to have you take responsibility on something that wasn’t yours to take, but you are a man as cold as the winter that envelops this land”

He’s by your side in a second, you can’t seem to shake away the feeling that this was the very first time he had really taken a look at you. Taehyung’s heart fills with something he had deemed lost too long ago, after his brother had left the manor under his father’s persistence, the years of hearing his mother cry herself to sleep, mourning her son’s departure breaking whatever small ability he had ever poses of feeling a sense of familiarity of his own. He would have blamed it on endorphins if asked, the way his lips are warm against yours for the very first time after the wedding. 

Seokjin’s letters had stopped, not a word ever mentioned on whatever trips of his that had seemed closer to each other as he expressed his eternal gratitude of being able to rank just a little bit higher during one of his expeditions. Words thrown around about being able to give you and your child every single piece of gold you both deserved, wanting to provide, perhaps at the expense of whatever crazy idea had crossed his mind that day, at this pace I could become king, Y/N, so wait for me. His last letter had been read. 

Entering Taehyung’s study wasn’t completely off limits, at least you could pretend as much, even as he acted more open to your marital life, no real conversations had ever taken place. The man was out for some business as you let yourself in. A velvet sealed letter resting atop of his wooden desk, the words Important matter: Kim Seokjin written in gold. Curiosity takes the best of you as you open the envelope, vision growing blurry as soon as your mind registers the words you had just read. 

“Dearest Kim Taehyung, your Highness. 

It is with immense regret and bewilderment that I write this letter to inform you of your late brother’s passing on duty. I accompany you and your family in your grief, for he was an excellent man. Please allow me to ask you to contact me further for the preparations.”

The passing hours feel like an eternity as you find the information on the letter. A tear stained face, a newly born baby to a man that was deemed gone without a proper goodbye, A promise of someday and forever all at once and your heart ripping your chest apart as the words fail to register themselves fully in your mind. 

Taehyung’s bed is always empty, now the small faltering handwritten note that lays beside him is a newly presented commotion itself, even more so as the words utter sonnet upon sonnet on thankfulness and true love, along with an empty room and a lonely crib that has the smart man deciding upon taking an irrational leap of faith and onto what his father had always called a coward’s way of life, choosing to believe your words on true love and hoping that you would find whatever it was you were looking for. 

The condolences are almost refreshing on his scorched heart as he put on a show on you and your child’s disappearance, assuring everyone that you would most certainly not come back. The caskets are shut and empty inside. It’s such a pity, after what we heard about your brother just last month. Some others deem it a curse that he’s sure is now being suspected of being passed down the Kim lineage. 

If true love truly did exist, he can only hope both you and Seokjin find it. 

The market had always been a city thing, impersonal and aloof, something to distract his running mind during the weekends he could let himself travel. Taehyung is always left surprised at the rate at which the city keeps on growing. It has become a hiding spot of sorts. Which is exactly the reason why he does not even bat an eye as his gaze runs into a much too familiar one, Kim Seokjin stands proudly, dressed like something more than a Duke himself, crouching down to envelop a little girl’s body in a hug, a bow of his head let his brother know he is seen and had done well, some might even say thankful for it, if only they were to properly be able to acknowledge each other. You turn around, face glowing, all too familiar protruding belly as the second one is on their way. He can’t even reprimand his own decisions, going against what he once stood for as he watches the both of you glow under your own light, love tearing the seams as two ghosts of his past keep on walking the path they had always dreamed of. Their very own path. Kim Taehyung wishes he could do things all over again. He gets it now. 

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➬ Title | Blurred Lines

➬ Pairings | Kim Seokjin x reader

➬ Genre | Smut, Sexual Tension!au, Teacher!Jin, Teacher!reader, Tattooed Biker!Jin

➬ Summary | A new place to live, a new job, a new beginning. Six months have passed and everything has been going well for you in starting over. The warm welcome from your students and peers have quickly made you feel at home, yet you still long to have one calm day where you wouldn’t have to walk into the school with a heavy weight on your shoulders and the air thick with tension. Blame it on him—the strict Math teacher who keeps giving you cold shoulders no matter how many times you try to play nice. One night out with your girls and a drunken dare ultimately lead you to uncover what he’s been trying to hide. People do say that the quiet ones always keep the biggest secret.

↳ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

↳ Warning | Slow burn, mutual pinning, mention of alcohol consumption, hard dom!Jin, sexual tension, tattooed Jin.

↳ Word count | 9.5k words

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➬ Author’s Note | I’ve done it again. I have decided to split this story into a few chapters (hopefully only two) because it seems like I would be rushing it if I force to post this as a one-shot and I don’t want to have you waiting for much longer. I hope you’ll love this one as I have been extremely excited to share it :) | PS. Happy belated birthday, Seokjinnie! 

“…His door was open, but I sort of knocked on it anyway, just to be polite and all. I could see where he was sitting. He was sitting in a big leather chair, all wrapped up in that blanket I just told you about. He looked over at me when I knocked. “Who’s that?” he yelled. “Caulfield? Come in, boy.” He was always yelling, outside class. It got on your nerves sometimes.”

Keen eyes looking straight at you as you read through the passages of Salinger’s book from the front of the class.

A rare sight that you wouldn’t normally find on a Friday, especially when it comes to presenting a book which would be a part of their upcoming essay assignment. It pleases you to have your students giving you their rapt attention while staying on their best behaviour instead of looking like they are wishing to have been somewhere else but here, enough to have your words flowing nicely as you continue on,

“…I don’t much like to see old guys in their pajamas and bathrobes anyway. Their bumpy old chests are always showing. And their legs. Old guys’ legs, at beaches and places, always look so white and unhairy…”

You almost cringe in the middle of reading. You remember hating the nights you spent working an essay on this book many years ago. But looking at the various expressions your students are giving you now, you can already picture how exciting it would be to read their thoughts on this book or to have them talk about them on next week’s group discussion.

Except that the more you read through the bitter dialogues between the passages, pointing up some parts that you want your students to focus on in their essay, a face appears in your head to act as the main character. The familiar face that always looks daunting as he stares at you with so much disdain in his eyes it always put you in the corner, not completely sure just what to make of it. The face that welcomes you each morning when you arrive at school, and the one who is somehow always there despite the efforts you have made to avoid him.

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➹The Perfect Pretense➹

➹ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ:  Jin X f reader 21+ MATURE ➹word count: 16k ➹ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Yandere, Dark themes, Stalking, Kidnapping, Angst ➹sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Done with men, you amuse yourself with a dating app just to appease your friend only to find that you make an actual match. You try to play it off and denounce men altogether, but something about the way he says all the right things changes your mind and you give him a chance. Little did you know he was not the man you thought he was. ➹ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: YANDERE, KIDNAPPING, NON-CON behavior, somnophilia, drugging, deception, OBVIOUS MENTAL ISSUES, bondage, degradation, non-con oral sex, fingering, non-con anal/anal play, sadistic Jin, hitting, psychological manipulation and abuse, use of chloroform, locking up reader, non-con touching, forcing use of medication/drugs, mentions/use of a b*ttplug, mentions of a collar, choking, unprotected sexual intercourse, STOCKHOLM SYNDROME, orgasm control, double pen*trati*on, name calling, ANGER ISSUES, mentions of scissors, mentions of a knife, ripping of clothing, panty sniffing, mentions of STALKING, mentions of using a private investigator, mentions of unsolicited picture taking, cum kink, GASLIGHTING, mentions of blood, mentions of death, ANGST, anxiety, fear, controlling Jin. ➹ᴀ/ɴ: This fic contains dark themes and is not my usual style. Do not read unless you are prepared to be offended. This story does not depict the actual person and is a work of fiction. READ ALL THE WARNINGS!

* I know that I am on hiatus, but I wrote this for someone as a gift and with their permission I am posting it here in time for Valentine’s Day <3

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“You and Seokjin find yourselves in a tragic lust potion accident. However how tragic can it really be, if all you ever craved was him?”

~ Requested by a lovely anon ~

Pairing: Sorcerer!Seokjin x Sorceress!Reader

Genre: Smut, Fantasy, Idiots to Lovers!AU

Warnings: involutary consumption of a lust potion featuring all the intese desire that comes with it but it is all consensual!!, a really needy quickie, slobby make-out sessions, desperate fumbling, rough sex on a table, unprotected sex (but they’re safe through magic), creampies, talks of masturbation, some dirty talk, snuggles afterwards, they’re both shy idiots

Wordcount: 3.2k

a/n: This is a re-edit of one of my old stories. I only tweaked it a little bit, as I already loved it a lot. Enjoy besties, this is very horny 💗

Brewing potions for the villagers down in the valley has always and will always be your least favourite part about being the local sorceress. It is hot and humid in the brewing kitchen and the air constantly smells of crosswort and burned oak bark. Truly, it is terrible, oh so terrible.

You hate it. So much in fact, that you even made a pact with the young sorcerer Seokjin from the neighboring mountains. You will do his despised house calls in his village and in return, he will brew your potions for you. The pact required him to leave his rackety shack and move in with you, so it would save the both of you immense time. At least that is how he argued his decision. You secretly think the only reason why he agreed to live with you is because of the many fireplaces scattered around your cottage, which keep the two of you warm in the freezing winter months, but you never really told him that.

You like him, as a matter of fact you would even dare to say that you have developed quite strong feelings for him. Very strong if one was being honest.

You enjoy living with Seokjin. He is quiet and never unreasonably noisy. He is also very tidy and loves brewing the potions one calls food just as much as brewing actual potions. And oh what delightfully delicious meals he prepares. He also tells the most hilarious jokes and even if he doesn’t, his laughter because of them is reason enough to feel happy. 

And he is handsome, has an amazing sense of style, is ineffably good at his work and to top it all off a total gentleman. Perhaps even a little too gallant for your taste. 

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Shifters | Fic Index

PREFACE | A Collection of short stories that are created and built surrounding the universe within the Blood Moon Rising series. The collection will include side stories, prequels, and epilogues for the supported series.

Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; involving explicit smut/mature scenes, violence and characters death, appropriate warnings will be applied on each story and chapter whenever necessary.

Author’s note | Stories will not be published in chronological order.

➬ Blood Moon Rising

⇢ Character | Jimin x reader

⇢ Genre | Vampire!au, Vampire!Jimin, Werewolf!Reader, Smut, Angst

⇢ Summary | As beings from ancient times, the Vampire Clan has undergone numerous changes to thrive in the Modern Age after surviving the Ancient Blood War. As a part of the traveller family in his clan, Jimin has parted ways from the coven until the day his Lords warned him of the lurking danger from inside the clan. And all so suddenly, he was pulled out of his solitary, only to have given the responsibility he had never wished to have, along with the threats that come as a part of the deal.  

Born as youngest yet having lost so much, you have given your family your loyalty, your protection, and had been given their love and support that had become the only thing that keeps you going. But what happens when the only people you have put your trust in only repay you with betrayal?

⇢ Chapters | Prologue | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 |

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➬ Drabbles & Shorts:

⇢ Special chapter #1: Under the Willow Tree

➬ The Half Lycan

⇢ Character | Taehyung x reader

⇢ Genre | Werewolf!au, Werewolf!Taehyung, Human!Reader, Smut, Angst

⇢ Summary | Once the Blood War ends, trust becomes rare between species. Caught between two different species for having been born from an unusual union of a Werewolf and an ancient creature that had been brought up as weapons during the War, Taehyung has been pushed away from one family only to be frowned upon within a pack that supposed to provide him home. What happens when his mate, who he had been hoping for to be his saviour, turns out to be an entirely different species? Someone who cannot even believe that Werewolves are real.

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➬ Drabbles & Shorts:

⇢ #1 Fever | Excerpt: When he is in heat

⇢ #2 Rapture | Excerpt: When he needs to reclaim his mate

➬ Of Bears and Bonds

⇢ Character | Seokjin x reader

⇢ Genre | Were-bear/Bear Shifter!Seokjin, Witch! Reader, Smut, Angst

⇢ Summary | Winter always comes with surprises. Sometimes it brings you the joy in the form of solitude, other times it comes with a snowstorm that buries your lodge in a thick snow mountain that has you trapped until Springtime. You had believed that you were prepared for anything come winter. The only thing you were not prepared of was to find a bear being sent to your doorsteps. Asleep.

⇢ READ HERE: 01 | 02 | 03 (end)

➬ The Agile Fox

⇢ Character | Jungkook x Yoongi

⇢ Genre | Shifters!au, Werewolf!au, Werewolf!Jungkook, Fox Shifter!Yoongi, Fluff, Angst

⇢ Summary | It is hard enough for Jungkook to continuously witness his peers finding their mates when he had been waiting for years to have his own. It is even harder when his eyes fall to someone who he may not even be allowed to pay attention to, much less to choose the person as a mate.

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➬ Alpha’s Inferno

⇢ Character | Namjoon x reader

⇢ Genre | Vampires!au, Werewolf!au, Alpha!Namjoon, Vampire!Reader, Smut, Angst

⇢ Summary | Alphas are stronger with a mate. Losing his Destined was already hard enough, he has to go through another trial when he loses his Chosen, and has been leading his pack of misfits all on his own since. Until betrayals led to distrust, enemies become allies, and hate becomes love.

⇢ Fic teaser available on Patreon

➬ Hunting Season

⇢ Character | Hoseok x reader

⇢ Genre | Werewolf!au, Werewolf!Hoseok, Hunter!reader, Smut, Angst

⇢ Summary | He is a protector. And for his duty, he had nearly given up the thought of searching a mate to protect his land and his people from the threats being thrown at them from every nook and every corner. But then his mate comes along, side by side with the threat that has arrived to take his life. The Moon Goddess must have had a terrible sense of humour.

➬ To Trap A Wolf

⇢ Character | Jungkook x Yoongi

⇢ Genre | Shifters!au, Werewolf!au, Werewolf!Jungkook, Fox Shifter!Yoongi, Fluff, Angst

⇢ Summary | It took him a long time, but Jungkook finally returns from his journey. The only thing he did not expect was to find Yoongi there waiting for him. And the fox is not alone.

➬ References

⇢ Fic Glossary and World Map ⇢ Characters as OCs and Pairings Guide

➬ Fic Talk/Muse Talk

⇢ Lycan vs Werewolves ⇢ Taehyung’s form ⇢ Writing process I ⇢ Female leads as original characters ⇢ Characters: Lord Seungwon & Alpha Woosung ⇢ Fic Talk: Story timeline and connections ⇢ Fic talk: Characters and roles ⇢ Ref: Characters and Images ⇢ Fic talk: Aging process/differences

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Replay - Rendezvous At Two | Floating - RZLZ | Want U Back - Sorrow | Everything - MRKRYL | Wait - n u a g e s | Used To - Kodamilo | Fever - UNDERHER | Circle - EVRDO | Let Me Know - Svn The Singer | Beautiful Chaos - Ja¥en x District | To The Ends - Aaryan Shah |

➬ Cross-post

⇢ Book #1 - Blood Moon Rising: Inkitt | Wattpad  ⇢ Book #2 - The Half-Lycan: Inkitt | Wattpad ⇢ Book #3 - Of Bears And Bonds: Inkitt | Wattpad ⇢ Book #4 - The Agile Fox: Inkitt | Wattpad

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