“ What do you want, Mr. Jeon? “ you rolled your eyes at him. He was irritating you,with his bossy attitude, which was expected,since he was your boss.
” I think you forgot something. “ he whispers quietly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. ” We made a deal, didn’t we, sweetie? ”
You froze, remembering the events from one week ago. He didn’t forget? Fuck.
“So, why aren’t you answering? Cat got your tongue? “ he says, as he grabs your chin, to look up at him. You looked up, and opened your mouth to say something, but it was shushed, by him putting his thumb in your mouth.
” Suck it. “ he says.You didn’t say anything, and obeyed him. Your tongue made cat licks on it, and you started slightly sucking it, while looking in his eyes.
” Good girl. “ he says. Suddenly, he pushes you into his desk, and positions you onto it. He sat in between your legs, and grabbed you by the waist. The position made you feel your bodies together, and his hard clothed member on your core.
” I thought good girls didn’t turn bad, apparently I was wrong. ”
Without a warning, he starts choking you, and kissing you. Sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, he looked at you, and started bruising your lips. You moaned out of pleasure and pain, not being able to hold it in.
He stopped, and let go of your neck, making you confused and needy of the lost pleasure.
“ I think you have work to do. “he says as he fixes his tie. “I need these paper to be done by tommorow. ” he husked as he handed you the papers.
You nodded, and exited his office, while fixing your skirt.
He really was something.
When you got back in your office, you groaned out of frustration, and hopped on your chair.
While spinning on it, you tapped your fingers on the desk.
series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as mental health deterioration & grief, smut, injury recovery, violence, death, blood & gore and dead bodies
-as you slipped into little space, he’d watch as Jin started trying to play the role of caregiver-
*roughly grabs his arm, while shaking his head while still attempting to keep a smile on his face for your sake* “Hyung, stop, she’s my responsibility.” “If my little girl needs something, then she comes to me.”
-he’d lay there as you put stickers all over his arms and stomach when Tae would come out to the living room, talking to you to as if you were his; ruffling your hair, caressing the sides of your face, etc -
*chewing on his inner cheek, he’d shoot his friend a near deathly warning glare* “Babygirl, why don’t you go get more stickers, hm?” “Daddy want’s to talk to Taehyungie really quick. Okay, baby?”
-the instant he’d see Jimin attempting to play Dom to you while you sat there watching cartoons while colouring, he’d explode with annoyance-
“Yah Jiminnie, get over here.” *he’d still try to keep a calm tone, knowing how yelling can scare you in little space* *the moment Jimin would go over to him, he’d give him a stern glare while gripping his shoulder* “I hope you’re not getting ideas about my little girl.”
-the instant Namjoon walked out, he’d suddenly just watch you like a hawk; feeling that tinge of possessiveness when Namjoon began developing this dominate demeanour around you the second he realised you were in little space-
*interlocking his hand with yours, he’d subtly remind his friend who you belonged to* “Babygirl, do you need Daddy to get you anything?” *you just shake your head and nuzzled into his arm* “My sweet babygirl, always such a cuddle bug with Daddy.~”
-he’d always be careful to remind everyone that you were his, especially Yoongi; just being around you, especially in little space made his Hyung act possessive of you.-
*as Yoongi stepped out of his room, Jk would immediately sit you on his lap- holding you protectively* “Who’s Daddy’s precious little girl?” *you shyly point to yourself, giggling as he tickles you* “That’s right you’re mine, forever and always.”
-Jimin sat there playing with you, stacking blocks while watching Lilo and Stitch when Hoseok came home; immediately plopping himself down beside you, talking to you as if you were his “You’re such a pretty little girl, you know that right?”-
*Jimin immediately would pull you closer to him; possessively wrapping his arms around you as he kept his eyes on his Hyung* “Do you want Daddy to take you out for ice cream, princess?”
You: “Ahh yes please Daddy.~” *grins at your sweet response, rubbing your side* “Of course princess, you’re such a good girl for Daddy- you deserve a reward.”
-as he watched Jungkook’s demeanour change as you sat there waiting for them to finish up with practice, colouring away as your stuffie sat in your lap; the second Jungkook stood over you, playing with your hair while praising your work he smirked; knowing he’d have no problem reasserting himself-
*walks over to the two of you, gently combing his fingers through your hair- moving Jk’s hand out of the way while glaring at him only for a moment before turning his attention back to you* “Wow, baby you’re so good!” “Come here baby, sit on Daddy’s lap. Daddy just needs his little kitten right now.~”
Note: I changed this reaction a bit, so it’s back and hella revamped! (sorry for being m.i.a., I had to finish playing LoZ Breath of the Wild..I dunno if I like Ocarina of Time or the other better djnd) *credit to gif owners*
Jin ➳ “I really like him, though! Why can’t I kiss him?” Your face was impassive as you nudged Jin on the side, internally laughing menacingly as you made him be the one to give your daughter ‘the talk.’
“You see, baby, it’s not that simple-” Jin froze, spacing off to the side. Was his only child seriously old enough to even..think about those things? He gulped, trying to find his words. “Boy’s are evil, and they only take things from you-”
“So does that mean you’re evil, too? You took something from mommy?” Jin was mortified and you began to burst into fits of laughter in the background.
Suga ➳ Yoongi stared at you as you grabbed an orange and a knife, slowly raising them with your hands and waving them for your daughter to see. “Never let a boy touch you.” You stated and your daughter scoffed.
You stabbed the knife into the orange, juices quickly bursting down the knife and onto your hands. Yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed. “Babe, what are you-”
“He’ll pop your cherry, and you’ll never get it back.” You took the knife from the orange and the juice slowly dripped onto the floor. Yoongi began to chuckle under his breath as he watched you peel the orange and share it with your daughter.
“I married a weirdo.”
“Grow a pair and tell him already!” He had been lagging on giving your son the talk, and when you refused to let him in your bedroom as you yelled from the other side of the door; demanding he talk to your son — he was distressed. He knew the boy should have known already, don’t they teach those things in school? But there he was, walking to his son’s room as he was thinking of many things to tell the teenager, and once he had opened the door to find his son flushed as he had his hand in his pants, Hoseok slammed the door shut as he ran back to the room in a very flustered state.
“I can’t believe you made me do that,” the words came out so quickly, and the expression on his face left you in a state of bewilderment, “next time, it’s on you.”
He hesitated once he was outside of his son’s door, wondering if he should really do this or just tell you he already did. You had been nagging him all day to do it, since they were both men they would understand one another best; so when he let himself in his son’s room just to find the boy watching who knows what on his laptop, he cleared his throat to get the younger man’s attention. “Hey, I-”
“I’m way ahead of you.” The boy cut him short, opening his nightstand drawer just to show Namjoon the various boxes of condoms roaming about the tiny area. The older could only mumble an ‘oh,’ before he left the room with a smile. He was saved.
Jimin ➳ “Look, we gotta talk.” Jimin stated as he sat down before your daughter. You were in the back, hiding away from your daughter and motioning to Jimin what to say. “Have you been thinking about sex lately?” He said slowly, glancing between you and his daughter.
“Not..really.” She mumbled, typing away at her phone.
“Do you know what happens..when you have sex?” Her eyes shot towards Jimin and he gulped. He was looking around, before he stared your daughter in the eyes; not really knowing what to say. “God is watching.” He randomly said, and when he realized what escaped his lips he began to giggle at what he blurted out. There was no way he could do this.
V ➳ He was ready. He looked in the mirror and ran a hand through his hair, fixing it up a bit. Yep, today was the day. He was going to do it.
He walked back to the kitchen to find you and his daughter sitting at the table, talking lightly as you waited for him. “We need to talk.” He said, looking towards your daughter and she immediately looked up to him with innocent eyes. He froze, soon turning in his steps and walking away. Your eyes narrowed as you excused yourself from the table and went to see what was up with Taehyung. “What the hell, Tae-”
“Are you sure she’s at that age?” He said. His cheeks were flushing and you nodded as if it was obvious that she was. “She’s just..she’s too pure, I can’t do it!” He whined, smacking his hands to his cheeks as he remembered the cute and curious face your daughter just gave him.
He was confident, already in deep as he spoke without staring the younger in the eyes. Jungkook was nervous, and he didn’t want to be there but he wanted to prove to you that he could do this. He explained about how children were made, which his son already knew, and the various ways to protect oneself from getting someone pregnant. “I have a question,” the boy, started as Jungkook nodded for him to continue, “so, did you use protection before you impregnated m-”
Jungkook was shook, his eyes boring into innocent ones as he abruptly got up from the chair to avoid further discussion. “This conversation is over.” He had stated, and when he told you later about what happened; you could only die from laughter as he pouted.
Summary: When you first moved in with Jin, you thought you had hit the roommate jackpot. Turns out, living in the same apartment with this gorgeous man is a lot harder than you thought it’d be. He didn’t do anything wrong, and neither did you. It’s just this pesky thing called sexual tension.
Word Count: 6k
Genre: Fluff, Smut
A/N: Gotta give the shoulders hyung some love.
When you first moved in with Jin, you thought you had hit the roommate jackpot. Not only was he kind, he did his fair share of the housework, and he could cook. And cook well. His good looks didn’t hurt either.
… Except they did. And as the weeks went on and turned into months, you found yourself growing increasingly frustrated. It doesn’t help that it was the first time either of you had a roommate of the opposite sex. It led to situations where you’d walk out of the bathroom in only a towel, hair dripping wet, and he’d be in the living room watching a show, trying to keep his jaw from dropping to the ground.
Or when he’d come back from a morning jog and be so sweaty that he’d strip his shirt off the moment he stepped in the apartment without thinking, just wanting to get the drenched fabric away from his body. And you’d be left in the kitchen trying not to have your breakfast dribbling down your chin. It was an automatic reaction, but both of you found your habits gradually changing as time went on.
Why couldn’t you have had an average looking roommate, or even a slightly above average one?