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Required Services

Pairing: Boss!Min Yoongi/Assistant!Fem Reader

Genre: Office/Smut/Boss/Assistant

Rating: Explicit/Mature/NSFW/No Minors

Summary: Are your services required or not? Find out what happens when being an overworked assistant gets you into trouble.

Word Count: 7.27k

Warnings: F/M, Office Sex, Oral (female receiving) , Protected Sex Hint of angst barely, mentions of alcohol.

A/N: This has been cross posted to AO3. Please feel free to comment, feedback is always welcome just try to keep it constructive.

Just one day. One day is all that you ask. One day for your boss to quit pushing all of his work on you. Sure, you get it. He has a lot on his plate. Meetings, interviews, business plans, market reviews, etc. You could go on and on about what he does or does not do.

Let's focus on the latter; that which he does not do. He does not build team morale. He does not care about how much that you do for this company. He sits in his office with that smug look upon his face everytime that you enter. Every hour on the hour, he is buzzing you into his office to assign more duties. Spread the wealth Mr. Boss Man. There are people in this office that are more than qualified to handle these tasks that he'd given you.

Yet, here you were, once again, standing in his office. He sat behind his large black desk, eyeing you with a smirk. He must get off on this. You huffed in clear annoyance while he continued on with his list of "chores". The job was really starting to get to you. Everything about that man, sitting in that high back leather chair, got to you. The way his blonde locks swept to the side and out of his eyes, the way his lips stayed drawn into that smirk, and even the way he breathed.

You furrowed your brow and gnawed at your bottom lip. Seemingly, you were lost in the way his long, slender fingers played with the band of his wristwatch. His fingers, oh how you longed for them to be pumping furiously in and out of you. Wrecking you, disciplining you for all the work that hadn't been completed.

What? Wait. Where did that come from? You flushed all over and tried to blink back your surprise. Mmmm, just look at him. All suited up. You despised the very man in front of you, so how in the hell did thoughts like those even cross your mind? Oh, right, you were overworked and had no time for dick appointments.

"Did you get all that?" Your boss spoke, breaking you out of your daze.

"What was that last part?" You quickly acted like you were taking notes and peeked at him in wait. Your eyes dragged over the entirety of his face and slowly worked their way down. His hands were working to unbutton the bottom of his suit jacket. I bet he really knows how to work a certain button. There it was again that lustful she demon voice in your head. Back away, you sinful beast, your mind pleaded with itself.

Obviously, annoyed, he reiterated, "I've got a formal business dinner to attend tonight and I need a date. You're coming with." There was no asking if you had plans and certainly no care about your opinion on the topic. That demanding tone in his voice had you aching and flustered.

"That'll be all for the moment," he waved you off dismissively. You took a second to look back down at your notes. Your facade set in a scowl as you pondered if you should attempt to decline. I really shouldn't. What if he wants a piece? I'm the perfect person to go to work on him. Those thoughts battled it out. Your inner lustfulness betrayed your sensible side.

"And do wear something….classy," he added, not even looking up.

You fought the need to roll your eyes and replied, "Yes, Mr. Min." I'll be back, the lust demon part of you sashayed to the corners of your fantastical mind and didn't return for the rest of the work day.

*******

You were standing outside the restaurant at precisely 8 o'clock. The strappy, black high heels did nothing to soothe your aching feet from having been at work all day. You held a matching clutch close to the bodice of your black evening dress. The hem of the skirt was a little shorter than you liked but it was just long enough to keep you from looking like a woman of the night. At this point, several minutes passed and you began to wonder would your boss even show up.

A sleek, gray sedan pulled up next to the sidewalk. Your boss exited. His blonde hair was slicked back to show a prominent undercut. He wore a dark gray three piece suit. It was perfectly tailored to his thin frame. That patented smirk of his adorned his lips when he took place beside you. Inwardly, you shrieked like a fangirl but remained your natural level of cantankerous for appearances sake.

"Fashionably late as always, Mr Min," you couldn't hide the disdain in your voice if you wanted to. He perked a brow at you, amused.

"Bitchy as always, Miss Moody. Are you always this standoffish to a date?" He retorted. Nothing ever appeared to get underneath his skin. Attitudes, kindness, hatefulness, everything rolled off of him.

Your boss held out his arm, "Let's not let your attitude kill the evening. Play nice," there was a hint of warning to his tone before he added, "and call me Yoongi for the night. I need you to play the part of date and not employee."

You looped your arm around his and he led you into the restaurant, his head held high. The maitre d didn't even bat an eye as the two of you strolled by. Mr. Min must come here often. You thought. It was hard to feel like you belonged here, let alone on the arm of Min Yoongi. The whole restaurant and its patrons screamed expensive. Hell, your boss probably owns it, even though you've never seen it listed in his accounts.

After having walked through the majority of the restaurant. You reached a set of double doors. Two waiters opened the doors to usher you and your boss through to a separate dining area. This area was more decadent than the last. Lush, violet and gold drapes adorned the walls. There was a rather large, round dining table set up in the center of the room. Seating and place settings for 14.

The other guests went silent. Talk about an awkward entrance. The six men looked shocked as they looked between your boss and you. Has Mr. Min never brought a plus one? The ladies, accompanying the other men, all gawked at you. All it took was a glare shot in their direction by your boss for the ladies to return to light conversation amongst themselves.

"Yoongi-ssi, this is a first. Who is your lovely date?" The man who sat next to an empty seat spoke. He was bespectacled and handsome with chestnut hued hair cut in a mid-fade. He had a dimpled smile crossing his face that could easily have you eating out of the palm of his hand.

"Ah, this is my girlfriend. You can call her Miss Moody for now, Namjoon," your boss answered, moving to take the empty seat next to him. You must have looked like a deer caught in headlights because Mr. Min tugged your hand to pull you in a seat next to him.

Girlfriend? Now I have to act like a girlfriend? He better give me a raise for this. You were trapped in your thoughts and barely even registered your boss's arm slipping around your waist. You almost flinched but caught yourself. You tried your best to act as normal as possible.It couldn't be so bad.

There were no other introductions made past the point of meeting Namjoon. The waiters began to bring out the first course. Luckily, you didn't have to fawn all over your boss, even though your desire demon was begging to take over. He was perfectly content with you sitting silent while the table enjoyed the first course. Yoongi was even overjoyed when you giggled over his cheesy business jokes while waiting for the second course to be served.

He was looking at you now, a gleam in his eyes that you couldn't quite decipher. Your stomach did a little flip when he took your hand and gave it a small squeeze. The gesture was returned with a soft smile that made him grin. To the outward eye, you two appeared to be lost in one another but, internally, you were struggling. It was like this glimpse into Yoongi's softer side was pulling off a mask that he wore to work. You began to find yourself enjoying his company and that was what scared you but thrilled you at the same time. Maybe your boss would be the one to satiate the hunger growing within you.

The rest of dinner went off without a hitch until dessert rolled around. The conversation between the men turned to business. You did your best to ignore the conversation but the numbers game was off. Everything that Namjoon brought up didn't match up with all the paperwork that you gave your boss earlier at work. Your eye even twitched at the low ball offer being discussed.

Yoongi laughed it off with a wave of his hand. "Namjoon, after all these years, you mock me with an offer like this? Come on man. You and I both know it isn't worth it."

Namjoon wiped his mouth with one of the cloth napkins and nodded, "Yeah, I know, but the boss won't let me go any higher. I knew the figure was laughable."

"Your boss sounds like a miser. My company will more than triple his profits. My fees are non-negotiable," Yoongi sat back and draped his arm around the back of your chair. His fingers absentmindedly rubbing circles on your bare shoulder. Goosebumps erupted across your visible flesh. He was obviously doing this as a distraction.

"Oh, come on. Do me a solid on this Yoongi-ssi. I really need this deal to go through. The boss plans on making me partner," Namjoon implored.

"If I do, you have to promise me something in return," Yoongi stared off in contemplation. His fingertips continued to lightly play at your shoulder. The sensation put you on edge. You needed to refocus.

You played with the rim of your wine glass. It was getting harder by the moment to stay silent. One of your legs, restless now, began to bounce. Yoongi put a hand on your thigh under the table. The touch stopped you in your tracks. Your eyes met his, which gave you a warning look. They were pleading with you to mind your own business. That was just it though. It was your business. You worked so hard to have all the paperwork in order for the negotiation that was being brought up at dinner. You expected this to happen at the conference on Monday but here you were, playing Yoongi's girlfriend and not his employee. It was killing you. You shot him a glare and opened your mouth, about to add in your two cents.

"Miss Moody, you're looking a bit flushed, perhaps you should head to the ladies room to freshen up?" Your boss offered but you could tell that it was more of a demand. Your eye twitched with how hard you tried to keep composure at the hatred you had for the nickname he'd given you. He stood to help pull out your chair and offered his hand. You took it, flashing a smile that never reached your eyes.

"Yes, I really should go powder my nose," you tried to hide the scoff but several of the men at the table heard you and let it be known as you walked off.

"You sure have a feisty one on your hands there, Yoongi-ssi," You heard from behind you. Oh, you haven't seen feisty.

Upon reaching the restroom, you debated whether you should just leave. Did Mr. Min realise how hard it would be for you to not say a word about the business end of the deal? He really did just bring you to keep the focus away from his personal life so that the business dinner could be just that, business.

There's still that chance, he could be setting me up to drop them panties. You rolled your eyes after taking in your reflection. Yeah, fat chance. I am but a means to an end.

Huffing in annoyance, you straightened your dress then washed your hands and tried to make sense of it all. Logically speaking, you knew he sent you off so that he could hide that you were an employee. Not just any employee, but the employee. You were the one who put the whole agreement together. Thoughts speeding through your mind did nothing to help quell the anger that slowly began to rise.

Get it together. You're just the date. You tried to reason with yourself, which spoke volumes to your logical side.

"Alright, let's get back to it," you checked yourself in the mirror and headed back to the dining area.

Many of the patrons took no notice as you came through once more. The double doors opened and you made your way back to the table. The business conversation carried on while you were away, but appeared to have been dealt with because Yoongi and Namjoon were standing and shaking hands.         "Pleasure doing business with you Yoongi-ssi. My boss will be pleased to hear that you settled," the younger man smiled, dimples turned up on max.

"Great, have your assistant send my assistant the new documents for me to sign, and we will get it right back to you," your boss grinned for a millisecond before realizing you were back from the ladies room.

You stood there, arms crossed and jaw clenched. That snake. First, he used you as arm candy, and then sent you away to not hear how the deal that you pieced together went down. This is it, you thought, this is where the other shoe falls.

"I most certainly will not," you said, icily. The room went silent. All eyes were on you.

"Excuse me?" Namjoon looked at you, quizzically.

Your boss, however, glared at you. The palpable tension grew between the two of you. You wouldn't back down this time. Out of all the times that you were expected to shut up and do your job, this time was not it. This time, you were not on the clock and most definitely not being paid.

Your blood pressuring was rising and your cheeks tinted red. "You see, Mr. Min, you will not be accepting the offer. Not yet, at least." You stepped closer, letting one hand rest on your hip and the other point right at him. "You will wait until I've gone over every word of the new contract before it is accepted. How dare you!?" You were getting louder now and Yoongi flinched when you began to poke at his chest. "You knew how hard I worked on that deal?! It's like you just spat on my face! The audacity!" You threw your hands up, exasperated.

Your boss's surprise turned into a smug look. "You can't have everything your way, Miss Moody. It is my business after all."

A sardonic laugh left your lips, "Oh, indeed it is Mr. Min. All decisions are your own, unless you want to run your business into the dirt. I suggest you take my advice. Leave the numbers game to your assistant." The venom you spat was from years of being overburdened at the office and from the amount of lifeblood that you poured into it.

There was something else there, nagging you in the back of your mind. I can think of some numbers that I can handle. Inches that is. Your logical brain did it's best to shove the thought back into the deepest recesses of your mind. Put that inside a box and put that box into another box. Hide it away because in the moment, you needed to remind your boss that you were one of his hardest working employees. However, the lust demon refused to not be heard. Oh dear God look at those lips, still holding that smugness! The way I'd kiss those lips until they were swollen with the memory of me. It wasn't the time for you to be fantasizing about your boss in that manner. You were mad not hot and horny. Straighten those thoughts out.

The other men at the table couldn't stop looking at the exchange. They were taken aback. Yoongi just stood there, hoping that you were finished, and the women of the group whispered words of scandal amongst each other.

Your boss eyed you in silence for much longer than it seemed. "You know, now that I think about it," Yoongi scratched at his chin as if in thought, "your services are no longer required."

Now, it was your turn to be surprised. Eyes wide with shock and hands shaking, you could only stare at your boss. You tightened your lips and inhaled sharply through your nose. "What?!" Did you hear him correctly?

"You can move your belongings on Monday," Yoongi eyed you one last time before sitting down with a bored expression. There it was, the boss that you knew. The one who let everything wash away from him like he had no cares in the world.

"Yoongi…." The gravity of the situation was becoming too real. He really was going to fire you, just like that? He never looked up. That was it. The conversation was over. No time for rebuttal. Namjoon gave you a sad smile, but the others avoided your eyes. A frown marred your lips. You took up your clutch and held it close while you searched for your phone to order an Uber.

"Goodbye, Mr. Min," you said softly. Everything culminated to this, one of the lowest points of your life. You've never lost it before on your boss. You were utterly embarrassed. Nothing you could say now could change anything.

Outside of the restaurant brought a different kind of cold treatment. The artificial light did nothing to bring up your spirit. Traffic whizzed by and life still carried on like nothing happened. You checked the Uber app to see where your driver was. They were still a good fifteen minutes out. That meant fifteen more minutes of holding it together, to think about how much of a bitch you were, and finally just how good Yoongi looked while firing you.

Wait...he fired me. I shouldn't be thinking about how hot it was with that damn smirk of his. Mmm, but yet somewhere deep in that animalistic brain of your's, you knew that you were just as much turned on as you were angry. In that moment, you hated yourself for the arousal that snuck up on you. You tried to reason with yourself that it was just because things got so heated and you had to face it. Your now former boss was so utterly attractive.

The power he held and money he had played no part in the attraction you felt. It was purely a need to fuck that arrogant smirk off his face. Well, that or punish you like the brat that you were. You long since found yourself loving to be choked up by the work that he loaded you down with and that in itself was punishment.

You were secretly in lust with the thought of him and it caused you frustration on the daily. And even though your driver arrived and began its trek to your quaint apartment, the source of your irritation still clouded your mind. Maybe once you reached home you could just masturbate it out of you and call it a night. Only then would you be able to sleep and worry about finding a new job in the days that followed.

*******

The day you dreaded finally made its arrival. The morning matched your mood. Cold, dark, and rainy. You had a short to-do list for the day: pick up belongings from the office, cash your final paycheck, and drown yourself in cheap wine to wash away the hatred for your boss and your actions.

You dragging yourself out of bed proved not such an easy feat as you had gone on a weekend binder. You washed your face and eyed yourself in your tiny bathroom mirror. You made a poor attempt at applying some makeup to cover the dark circles under your eyes.

How you wished that you could just go in your sweatshirt and yoga pants but alas, you wanted to maintain some decorum. You threw on a black pair of dress slacks with a white billowy blouse. The final touch was to pull your hair back in a loose bun. You sneered in disgust at your image before heading out.

As you stood in front of the tall, dark office building that housed Min Industries, you couldn't help but to be thankful that the lustful thoughts disappeared along with your job. You were so wrapped up in being grateful for that, that you didn't notice the building was quiet all the way up to the top floor. You only noticed once the elevator doors parted and there stood Min Yoongi.

There were no sounds of your coworkers clacking away on keyboards, no phones ringing, and absolutely no one running back and forth between the cubicles. There was only Min Yoongi. He was silent with that same smug smirk.

"I was wondering when you would finally grace me with your presence," he said when you stepped off of the elevator. "We have so much work to complete today with the new deal and whatnot."

This was a trap. You just knew it. You were not going to fall into his games this time. "I'm here for my things," you simply stated as you started to move passed him. The key word being started. With one quick movement, he stopped you. His hand wrapped around your wrist. His grip wasn't so tight that you couldn't get away but just enough to get you to look at him.

And that you did and that was the beginning of your real downfall.

"I'm really not going to let my best assistant leave that easily," his voice was calm but his eyes not so much. They held a fire in them that had you questioning yourself.

"I thought you were the one who fired me. Seems to me that means you decided to let me go that easily," the reply rolled off your tongue, coolly. "Besides, you have employees that can handle my job duties. I'm just going to grab my things and see myself out."

Yoongi let go of your hand. "I didn't quite say that."

Surprisingly, you felt a sad pang in your heart at the lack of contact. Your eyes held his and you were even more shocked to see another emotion swirling in his eyes. Was that sadness? Regret? Whatever emotion it was played upon his lips as well because suddenly they were in a frown. Was the normally emotionless boss finally slapped in the face with the reality of firing his best assistant? He walked off to his office in silence.

You exhaled sharply, not realizing you had been holding it. While heading to your desk just outside of Yoongi's office door, you grabbed an empty box that once held reams of paper. The empty office felt as empty as your thoughts while you began to pack away your personal belongings.

Halfway done, you plopped into the swirly chair and ran your hands across your face to massage at your temples. The past several years of memories started to play out in your mind. There were plenty of good memories surrounding your coworkers and even those including your boss. It had only been the past year that his attitude, or lack of, that he started showing less emotion. You began to wonder why.

As if he had read your thoughts, Yoongi made himself known by clearing his throat. He leaned against the door frame, hands in the pockets of his suit pants. There was a fond look on his face.

"You know, I remember the day I hired you," he said while pushing off the frame of the door. Slowly, he made his way to stand beside your seat. "It was five years ago. I, myself, was just as new as you were at the time. My father insisted that my first move as boss was to hire my own assistant. One that could easily learn my needs and wants. One that was dedicated and eager. Someone that was trustworthy."

You perked up, tilting your head to the side. You swiveled around in your chair and looked up at him. You nodded for him to continue. He was silent for a moment.

"I found that in you. You had all of the qualities and then some. Throughout the years, I've watched you flourish in this position. You've handled things that assistants shouldn't do. You've kept your nose clean, and most certainly have kept my company exceeding everyone's expectations," Yoongi fiddled with his fingers, nervousness started to show.

"Well, if that's the case why…." He held up a hand to cut you off. A brow perked while trying to gauge what Yoongi was up to. Your she demon side was threatening to escape the box that you so neatly put her in.

"Let me explain," he dropped to his knees in front of you. "There's a reason why, in this last year, you've seen a change in me and your job responsibilities." He was careful with his words and even more careful in the way that he put his hands atop both of your knees. It was torture. The warmth of his hands caused an eruption of tingles to spread throughout your body.

"Overtime, I felt something pulling me to you. I can't explain it. I started to look at you differently. Suddenly, your every movement caught my eye. The smell of your perfume fogged my senses. Everything about you was taking over me."

You exhaled a shaky breath. Yoongi's eyes were trained on yours. You held contact though the heat began to rise and tint your cheeks. A soft smile crept on his lips. "I've had my eye on you for a while and the frustration of not being able to have what I want made me disregard you and your feelings. I should have explained it to you before dinner on Friday night. I didn't mean that you were full on fired. I meant to make you partner that evening. In fact…" he trailed off while he traced his fingers up your thighs, "I meant to make you partner in more ways than one. The things we will do will be so…." He spoke but you were not aware as his voice drifted in and out of your hearing.

Partner? More ways than one? The lustful thought went into overdrive. As his words sank in, realization did too. You didn't hate your boss. It was quite the opposite. You were wildly attracted to him. And people always said that there was a fine line between love and hate.

You couldn't hear the rest of what Yoongi was saying when he continued on. He was still lightly tracing up and down your thighs and it put you into some kind of trance. Your mind was too busy trying to make sense of everything to register the touch. It was a lot to process. Partner and partner? Some of those deep-seeded fantasies started to blossom.

".....and if you're uncomfortable we can always stop." He finished and was gazing at you quietly. The lack of his voice pulled you out of a hypnotic state.

You blinked and both of your brows were raised. You smiled a sheepish smile. "I'm not sure, Yoongi. I may need some more persuasion."

"Persuasion, you say?" The gleam in his eyes spoke a thousand words that the smirk upon his lips did not utter. He rose and pulled you with him. His arm slid to the small of your back to press you against him. The other hand clutched the back of your neck. Naturally, you tilted your head back, eager to meet his lips.

Yoongi descended on them like a man starved. His tongue swept your bottom lip, enthusiastically seeking entrance. Allowing him such access deepened it and allowed a soft moan to escape. The office melted away along with any of your worries. Yoongi's lips made sure of it.

You broke away, both of you gasping and eyes locked on one another. Nothing else mattered in that moment besides the two of you. He admired your lips, swollen and pink from his kiss. He decided that he didn't like your hair pinned back. Yoongi took hold of the pins holding your hair and removed them. Your hair fell in soft curls around your shoulders as he watched in awe.

Yoongi took your hand. He zoomed you to the confines of his office and kicked his door shut with his foot. You helped slide his suit jacket off and were working on the buttons to his shirt with shaking hands. From nerves or excitement, who knew? Flinging open his shirt, you ran your hands down his chest over the undershirt. Why did he have to wear so many layers? You thought when your fingers met the cool metal buckle of his belt. You released the belt and made quick work of the fly of his pants.

When his pants pooled around his ankles, an audible gasp left you at the sight of his hard member straining against the fabric of his boxers. Yoongi pulled off his undershirt while you dropped to your knees in front of him. Your mouth watered at the delicious view in front of you. Pale skin, clear of any blemishes or scars gave onslaught to your eyes, and you couldn't contain the moan if you wanted to. He was even better unclothed, save for the boxers. You palmed at Yoongi's thighs as you ran them from his knees up to band of his underwear.

You only looked up when his hand stopped your's. The other took you by your chin, angling you to get a better look at your face. He thought you looked glorious, like an angel looking up at him with hooded eyes. The want and hunger ever apparent with your lips parted in a pant.

"Not, now baby, this is about making you partner. I intend to vet you fully," Yoongi gave you a half smirk. He encircled your wrist and yanked you upward. In one quick motion, your back slammed against his office door. Breath knocked out of your lungs only for Yoongi to breathe his own back into you. His mouth made claim against your's once more. It was like he was drinking you up. He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth while running his hands the along the length of your torso. He couldn't get enough.

Yoongi was so painfully hard but he intended to take his time. Enjoy you to the fullest as he had fantasized about this day for so long. He gave the entire company a paid day off for this moment and it already paid itself off tenfold. Much slower to your liking, he removed each article of clothing of your's while kissing down your neck. He stopped every so often, sucking, causing purple and red marks to bloom across your skin. He kissed, licked, and nibbled along the swells of your breasts that peeked from the cups of your bra.

Removal of said item was much quicker. Yoongi just had to get his hands and lips all over your breasts. You dropped your head back against the door when his tongue darted out and swiped over one of your nipples. His free hand slipped inside the top of your dress slacks, he wasn't concerned that they were still on.

Yoongi was more worried about feeling the arousal pooling in your panties. He wasn't able to get a good angle, so he settled on using the heel of his hand to press against your clothed mound. His middle finger rubbed back and forth over the cloth covering your slit. The pressure had you swimming and moaning. You ran your fingers through Yoongi's hair as he continued his movements. His lips were latched so perfect on your nipple. He suckled harder for a moment and nipped it before lavishing his attention on the other. The soft moans and sighs coming from your lips spurred him on.

He detached to return to your mouth, the kiss near animalistic. His need only grew as he rolled himself into you, seeking relief, while he tore the fly open to your dress pants. He pulled your ruined panties and pants down in one fell swoop.

Bare before him and trapped safely in his arms, he lifted you up, never once breaking the kiss. You wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He walked the two of you to his desk where he perched your ass on top of the edge. You reached on either side pushing off what you could reach.

Yoongi's fingers curled around your neck to push you down across the shorter end of his desk. As you laid back, his hand travelled the length of you and rested splayed across your lower abdomen. "Fuck, you're absolutely beautiful," he praised, taking in your features. Your chest was heaving with every breath.

You let your legs fall open and everything was on display for Yoongi's eyes. His eyes landed on your naked pussy, pink and dripping with want. "Take it, Yoongi. Whatever you want, it's yours."

That's all it took for him, he was on his knees in front of you and the desk, which happened to have your wet cunt in a perfect position. There was no embarrassment about being totally naked before him. In fact, you were a little grumpy because he was taking too long to touch you. "NOW, YOONGI!" You yelled out in frustration.

Yoongi bit down on your inner thigh, earning a surprised 'eep' from you. "Patience, or else Ms. Moody will be your name again," he chuckled in between the small kisses that trailed closer to the apex of your thighs. He continued around kissing the top of your mound, anywhere but right where you wanted. No, where you needed.

You felt him smirk against you, literally smirk when he darted his tongue out just above the hood of your clit. The annoyed whine that followed was proof of his further teasing. "I'll show you Ms. Moody." You trapped his head between your thighs and grabbed tight at the hair on the back of his head.

Yoongi revelled in the action and grabbed ahold of your ass cheeks. Long fingers dug in before slapping at the sides of your cheeks. He brought his hands around underneath where your thighs met your buttocks and pushed them up and apart. His incoming onslaught onto your clit had you keening. He attacked with fervor. An obscene, muffled moan from him shot through your core when he lapped at the arousal pooled inside your entrance. You would have thought you were his final meal at the slurping sound that echoed throughout his office.

"Fuuuuuhhhhck, Yoongi, right there," you groaned as he continued to work you over. He alternated between harsh, flat licks and fast, short pointed tongue licks against and around your clit. Yoongi's right hand joined the fray. There was no preamble to its entrance as he used the gathering saliva and arousal as lubrication and dipped one finger in. It was quickly followed by a second that scissored in and out of your wet cunt. He spent time working you open as he heard your moans increase in length and volume. Your pelvis ground into his mouth and fingers while you were being driven closer to the edge. That ledge was screaming for you to fall off. Yoongi's two fingers turned and curled beckoning your pleasure hither.

Your mind and body jumped off the edge with his name shouting from your lips. Back arching off the desk and hips pressing down, your orgasm ripped through you. Yoongi licked up every bit of your release and savored your taste.

You laid there, in the afterglow, thighs still trembling. The loss of Yoongi's fingers and mouth made you whine pathetically. His warmth returned just as quickly as it had left. He stood between your legs. The magnificent sight before you renewed the lust in your core. Yoongi had removed his boxers and was stroking his length at the sight of your already fucked out face.

You wanted to watch him for days. The way he sucked in his bottom lip and bit at it, and the way the head of his cock was engorged, red, angry, and glistening with pre-cum were both being filed away to memory.

"I'm not finished with you yet," were the promising words that he groaned out, lust heavily lace in his timbre. It was not a threat but a vow to utterly wreck your core. The crinkle of the condom wrapper was unmistakable. Yoongi hissed at the feel of rolling the rubber down his painfully hardened cock. Your eyes pleading with him as he stepped closer. One hand was at the base of his shaft and the other slid down to the back of your knee.

Yoongi's jaw clenched when the tip of his cock dipped into your entrance that clenched at the feeling of the protrusion. "Fuck, baby, I thought you were ready for me," he said, while slipping in another inch. The sound of his voice almost made you cum alone. Shit, he was going to be the death of you. You angled your hips up, allowing him to slide in further

"Please, Yoongi, just fuck me already. Need your cock!" You begged, sounding like a slut just hungry for a good dicking down. He bit his lip again and in one full thrust forward, Yoongi was buried to the hilt. Your walls clenched around him. He nearly rejoiced as if it were homecoming.

Slowly, he drew back and snapped his hips into yours. His hands gripped at either side of your hips, holding you in place. You were likely to have bruising but you'd wear them like a badge of honor.

Yoongi's pelvic bone flush against your clit. "Not only am I gaining a partner but also a cockwarmer. You'd like that, huh?" The confidence in his words had you aching for more. How you begged for him to move, or do anything as you became drunk on his cock.

Yoongi looked down at where you were joined. The sinful vision of your pussy stretched around his thick length. He moaned at such a sight. "Mmmm, baby this pussy was made for me. Heaven sent." He drawled out right as he began a steady pace of thrusting in and out of your sodden cunt. You bent your knees to pull your legs back a little further but this made Yoongi grab your ankles and push your legs together.

He angled your legs to the side and thrust deeply. The new position allowed him to directly batter your g-spot. You moaned out a broken version of his name. Each stroke hit so deep and hard.

Yoongi kept fucking into you with abandon. It was hard to tell when one moan stopped and another one began. God, how he loved to watch your breasts bounce with each thrust. The quick drag of his cock in and out of your pussy was threatening his release but he held on wanting to pull another orgasm from you. He pulled both of your legs up, putting an ankle on either side of his head and held on for dear life. With each pulse of your pussy, around his length, you tightened more and more. The urge to cum was strong in the two of you but neither wanted it to end. Your moans were intermingled in between breaths.

Yoongi dropped your legs to his hips when the need to cum became overpowering. He leaned across your torso, kissing you vigorously, while each thrust pushed you across the desk. Your hands flew to his back in this position and you scraped them in a downward motion. You wrapped your legs around him and arched your back.

"Fuhhhhhck, Yoongi!" You cried out as a powerful snap of his hips combined with him sucking at the pulse of your neck wrecked you. Your whole body wracked with your orgasm that washed over you. Delirious from hearing your pleasure and the feel of your cunt squeezing his cock in time, Yoongi blew his own load. His hips stuttered against yours but one final thrust landed directly onto your g-spot and he stilled.

You secretly wished his cum was painting your walls but the condom held his seed safely from your womb. He stayed like that a moment, resting his forehead against your's. Your panting breaths being the only sound in the office except for the quiet ticking of the clock.

Yoongi stood up, sliding out of your wrecked core. He disposed of the condom and turned back towards you to help you sit up. "Damn, Yoongi, is that how you initiate all your partners?" You quipped with a silly grin.

"Mmmm, not just any partner. Only the ones who put in the work," he answered with a wink. His demeanor was notably different. His lips had a gummy smile plastered to them. One you hadn't seen in ages. He tossed you your under garments before putting on his own. "Normally, I'd help you clean up but as you can tell, I don't normally have visitors in my office." Yoongi was a little embarrased now. His hand rubbed at the back of his neck nervously. It was cute how his cheeks had a twinge of pink across them.

"It's fine. I plan on heading home and taking a nice, relaxing shower. Work was strenuous today," you said while getting dressed. Your slacks were no longer able to be secured. You looked at Yoongi sheepishly, "Can I borrow your belt until tomorrow? I'm afraid I won't make it out of here with my pants up."

"Sure thing," he said, "Let me lend you a hand." Yoongi got his belt and slid it through each of the belt loops. The closeness was still so intoxicating. You began to wonder if you would make it home at all. After buckling the belt for you he asked, "Anything else I can do for you?"

A sly grin crossed your lips and your eyes lit up, "You know, now that I think about it…." You scratched at your chin in jest, "your services are no longer required."

Yoongi held up a hand to his heart in mock shock, "That's a low blow. I am hurt….hurt I tell you." He returned your playful banter.

"Well, I guess I will see you tomorrow, partner," you said heading to the door and opened it. Yoongi was behind you, only dressed in his boxers and undershirt.

On the other side of the door stood Namjoon and the five other men that had been at dinner on Friday evening. They all were drained of any color in shock at the state of Yoongi's undress and your messy hair and hickies on your neck.

"Fuck, I forgot the negotiation conference was today."

The End

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TEASER: Kim Seokjin and the Mean Omega

Pairing: Nerd Alpha Kim Seokjin x Popular Omega Reader

Genre: A/B/O • Enemies to Lovers • (Sorta) College AU • Best Friend's Brother AU (Who is surprised? No one?)

Teaser Word Count: 3.6K

Teaser Warnings: A/B/O sexual dynamics • suggestive content

Rating: Explicit (18+) (Teaser is PG-13)

Summary: In the modern world, alphas are almost unheard of so why even bother learning about them? After all, as a spoiled (but reasonably kind-hearted) omega who is used to getting whatever she wants, you have better things to do. However, when unexpected circumstances throw you in the path of (extremely) nerdy and (probably?) shy Kim Seokjin, you're shocked to discover that he won't be wrapped around your little finger as easily as all the rest. Bringing that infuriating geek to his knees quickly becomes your personal mission in life... But it turns out that Kim Seokjin is not what he appears to be and the mean omega who eats beta boys for breakfast is about to get way more than she bargained for...

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“...due to discriminatory anti-alpha policies in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century, alphas were nearly eliminated from the general population…”

You heaved a weary sigh and rolled your shoulders—stretching the buttons of your high-end Oxford shirt to their limit. The beta sophomore to your right whined audibly and you smirked.

“...despite efforts to restore the genetic balance of designations, alphas currently comprise less than one percent of the population…”

Your back arched slightly as you crossed your legs, letting the absurdly short hem of your skirt ride up even higher. The poor boy you were tormenting shifted miserably in his seat.

How was he supposed to focus on a Human Biology and Designation Studies lecture when the living breathing embodiment of every sweaty undergrad’s fantasies was twisting her fingers in her hair and wrapping her pretty pink tongue around a strawberry lollipop right there in the middle of class?

“...unlike betas and omegas, alphas possess enhanced strength and the ability to compel other designations with their voice. Unmated alphas especially were often baselessly feared and distrusted...”

You knew exactly how you affected boys like him. You were a shameless tease who relished their attention and the power it brought you. Who needed drugs when driving a man mad with desire was a rush more potent than any high?

“...and that’s all for today so please read pages 450-466 in the text over break and remember to turn in your essay on scent and consent in intimacy—”

That poor sophomore looked like he had finally worked up the courage to speak to you, but you were already out the door and tearing down the hall toward your beautiful (and entirely platonic) counterpart, Kim Taehyung.

“Do you think Professor Moore is unaware that class is over at 3:25 or is he just torturing us for science?”

Taehyung shrugged, falling into step beside you with practiced ease.

“I mean I would torture you for free so it’s hard to say.”

The corner of your mouth quirked up at his characteristic dry humor, but the irritation at being held in that sweltering lecture hall for an extra ten minutes had frayed your temper.

“It’s the last class before spring break, I’m sure he was on some sort of twisted power trip.” You dug around in your purse for some chapstick, ignoring Tae’s amused snorting, “Alphas barely exist anymore and none of us are likely to meet one. Why bother learning what they can do?”

Taehyung tilted his head in amusement.

“You might be surprised.”

The final party before the beginning of spring break was always a laid back affair.

Many people had already caught planes to their various destinations, but your flight was scheduled for early tomorrow morning—leaving you with some time to kill.

Taehyung pressed his newest experimental concoction into your hand within minutes of entering the house (a surprisingly neat bachelor pad owned by two seniors, Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi) and then darted back to the kitchen to craft more questionable alcohol potions like a deranged party warlock.

You had just found a comfortable place on the couch and were contemplating whether sampling your best friend’s mad scientist elixir would be worth the probable damage to your body when—

“H-Hello...”

It was that sophomore from your Designations Studies class. What was his name again? Jungwoo? Jinwook?

“Jungkook,” you smiled, delighted to have remembered before it became awkward. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You motioned to the empty cushion next to you and the man in question scrambled over like he’d won the lottery.

“I—I know we don’t know each other well, but I noticed you were absent during Professor Moore’s lecture on intimacy and scent consent so I—” he blushed deeply, “I wrote the essay for you—and I brought a copy on my flash drive if-if you want it.”

Your heart melted immediately.

“Oh my gosh Jungkook, that is so sweet of you!”

Your gaze darted over his muscular form and thick brown curls.

Sweet indeed.

“I don’t want to miss out on the learning though,” you pouted, placing a hand on his tattooed bicep. “Can you explain it to me?”

Jungkook nodded vigorously even as his wide eyes fell to where your fingers were sliding slowly over his chest.

Scent consent was a pretty basic and universally known concept, but you really were touched by the handsome sophomore's consideration.

Why not give him (and yourself) a little reward?

“Um so basically if two people are involved in...intimate activities—”

You leaned forward to nip his ear lightly and he whimpered.

“Like this?” you asked innocently.

“Y-Yes. Like that.” He gulped. “In an intimate situation consent or refusal can be smelled. The scent of refusal or reluctance in intimacy is strong, unmistakable, and has a high chemical potency.”

“Is that so?” you drawled, sliding over onto his lap. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back into his head and you bit back a grin.

He was adorable.

“Uh-huh—it—oh my gawd,” (you were nibbling on his ear again) “it can immediately block sexual arousal and performance in the other partner. Meaning, if consent is not present, then it becomes difficult or—ahh” (his voice began to waver under your continued attention) “—or even impossible to continue with intimate acts.”

Your hand slid up to his cheek, bringing him closer till your lips were almost touching.

“Then what does it mean if I’m still so turned on right now?”

“It means,” Jungkook shuddered—nearly delirious with your scent, “that I really really want you.”

Across the room, Park Jimin chuckled as he watched you seduce his enthusiastic friend.

Jeon Jungkook was such a sweet kid.

Hopefully he wouldn’t get too attached.

“Wow... Some people are genuinely born blessed I suppose.”

Jimin turned to see Jung Hoseok eyeing the dimly lit corner where you and the eager young sophomore were exploring each other.

It was a rather...provocative spectacle. Not quite raunchy (you weren’t truly an exhibitionist)—just insanely sexy.

Jimin’s gaze lingered on the smooth curve of your thigh where Jeon Jungkook was currently holding on for dear life.

Lucky bastard.

“Ah you know how she is,” he sighed. “That boy isn’t going to get any farther than anyone else.”

It was relatively common knowledge that you liked to mess around but rarely—if ever— fully hooked up with anyone.

Jimin asked you about it once during a drunken game of truth or dare and you had just shrugged, mumbling something along the lines of avoiding STDs (which—to be fair—was at least part of your motivation), but the truth was a little more complicated than that.

In terms of experience, you weren’t a virgin, but... you hadn’t actually had sex in years.

You loved the chase, the foreplay, the build-up—the game of cat-and-mouse between two people who were attracted to one another.

But the final consummation was always so…

Wildly unfulfilling.

Every encounter left you frustrated. Empty.

Grumpy—even.

So you stopped bothering with it all together. (That was what sex toys were for after all.)

At the end of the day you were perfectly content being labeled a tease—it meant that people tended to know what they were (or rather weren’t) getting into when they rolled the dice with you.

Besides…it hadn’t even put a dent in your throng of admirers.

You were sunny, spoiled, indulgent, almost universally adored—

And you loved every minute of it.

“You know…” Hoseok took a long sip of his drink. “I always thought she would end up with Taehyung, but it’s been three years.”

Like you, Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat and it was only natural that two beautiful and absurdly privileged people would gravitate to one another. You met at a freshman pledge party and had been an inseparable (and formidable) dynamic duo ever since.

The undisputed king and queen of campus.

Yes—maybe the two of you were a little self-absorbed at times, but it was hardly your fault that people tended to instinctively cater to the force of your combined looks, wealth, and charisma.

And it didn’t hurt that neither of you were ever intentionally cruel or unkind.

Just... habitually thoughtless.

(Though not when it came to each other. If anything your friendship was one area where you were both a little more human.)

Jimin shook his head.

“Nah that’s never gonna happen.” He tapped his nose. “They’re scent-crossed.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened.

“Really?”

Scent-crossed pairs didn’t smell sexually attractive to each other.

Like. At all.

No matter how physically or visually appealing an individual might be, it would be near impossible to form a sexual or romantic attachment to them if you were scent-crossed. Alphas, betas, and omegas were all subject to their noses first and foremost in the realm of attraction.

You and Taehyung smelled like comfort and home to one another...

But you were more turned on by a crisp cup of apple juice than you were his scent and the feeling was quite mutual.

He might as well have been your actual brother.

“That explains so much.” Hoseok snorted as he watched a drunken Taehyung do a flying leap on top of both you and Jungkook.

“Why is sunlight so offensive?” you croaked, dragging yourself and your luggage toward the boarding ramp next to an equally miserable Taehyung.

“The next time I book a flight before 9 AM, please shoot me,” he grunted.

Your parents were celebrating their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary with a month-long European cruise so your best friend had graciously invited you to spend two glorious weeks of spring vacation at his family estate.

The invitation had actually come as somewhat of a surprise because—for all your closeness—Taehyung was uncharacteristically tight-lipped about his family.

Not that he was deliberately withholding information per se… It was just that he never really brought them up beyond an occasional passing comment.

The one time you did ask him about them directly he sighed and said—

“We’re very close, but… I suppose we’ve just gotten used to being very private.”

There was clearly more to the story, but you were confident that Tae would share it if and when he was ready.

“My parents are in Seoul opening a new branch of the company. They took my little sister with them and my older brother has his own house so it will be just us.” He snuggled deeper into the first class seat directly next to yours. “We’ll hang out by the pool and chill during the day, then hit up some of the new clubs or whatever at night.”

“So… No one from your family will be there?”

Perhaps the invitation was not so surprising after all.

“Nope. Just you and me and thirty acres of ocean front property.”

You grinned.

“Perfect.”

“Whose room is that?”

The two of you were lugging your bags down the main hall of Taehyung’s expansive mansion when a strange hint of...something caught you right by the nose.

Your friend turned to find you frozen and staring curiously at a familiar door near the balcony.

His eyes widened, but you were too preoccupied to notice his momentary concern.

“That’s just Jin’s room.”

A firm hand wrapped around your wrist and dragged you away, but your eyes stayed glued to the source of the mysterious scent until you were around the corner and out of sight.

Your suite for the next two weeks was right across the hall from Taehyung’s. There was a whirlpool, a full bath, a balcony, and an ocean view that would rival the cover spread of any travel magazine.

Tae headed for the shower (to ‘wash the airplane off’) immediately after showing you the room and you were thinking of doing the same except…

Your mind kept going back to that door and the hint of scent you detected.

There was something… different about it.

It was faint—and far from fresh (which made sense considering that one of the few things you did know about Kim Seokjin was that he hadn’t lived in this house for years).

But still…

The need to smell it again pressed insistently at the back of your mind.

Suddenly the sound of Taehyung singing raunchy lyrics in the shower carried over through the walls and you found your feet moving almost of their own accord.

What Tae doesn’t know won’t hurt him, you rationalized, making your way down the hall toward Jin’s door. Besides—it’s not as if I’m going to steal anything…

You just needed to find that scent again.

By the time your fingers closed over the knob every one of your nerves was strangely—acutely—alert but nothing could have prepared you for what was waiting behind the door.

Oh. My. Gosh.

“What a colossal nerd.”

The room was covered floor to ceiling in Nintendo memorabilia.

Bright primary colors assaulted your eyes from all directions in the form of action figures, posters, pillows, and every other conceivable merch variety known to man.

In the center of the suite stood a large king-sized bed covered in a custom black couture toile-style Mario-verse bed set (that looked every bit as expensive as it was geeky) and a mountain of high quality Nintendo character plush toys.

Everything was simultaneously luxe and nostalgic—a rare combination of sophisticated aesthetic balance and childlike indulgence.

And the scent was there.

It was faint and covered under layers of cleaner and air fresheners, but still lingering just below the surface—too weak for you to get a really good whiff, yet potent enough to torment you.

You moved forward unconsciously toward the strongest source of the hypnotic smell—the strangely inviting expanse of Kim Seokjin’s mattress.

Suddenly the urge to climb—no crawl—across the bed itself and roll around in it like a kitten in catnip gripped you out of nowhere.

“What the hell?” you muttered, rubbing absently over the mating gland at the base of your neck.

Something very odd was going on with your body.

Your restless gaze zeroed in on one of the stuffed toys piled atop his pillows. It was a cute little mushroom man your brain recognized as a Mario character named ‘Toad’.

Take it.

Your mouth dropped open in shock.

You need it.

“Am I going insane?” you wondered aloud.

You have to take it.

Muscles in your hand began to twitch involuntarily. You bit your lip.

Bring it back with you.

Several minutes later a freshly washed Taehyung wandered over to your room and found you sitting perfectly still on your bed while staring off into space.

His head tilted in curious concern.

“Everything ok?”

You started a bit at the sound of his voice, but recovered quickly.

“Never better!” you chirped—almost too brightly. “Let’s go get some dinner, I’m starving.”

Then you grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall toward the kitchen—shutting the door before he could catch a glimpse of his brother’s stuffed Toad doll stashed underneath your pillow

“...a critical water main rupture in the city’s New Market district early this morning has forced several residents out of their homes as flood water swelled up to nearly two feet. The governor declared a state of emergency and ordered hotels around the city to accommodate the displaced citizens. Crews are still clearing the water and assessing damages. We expect—

“Hey!” you shouted through a mouthful of cereal, after Your best friend switched off the television, “I was watching that!”

“And what you should be doing is getting ready for the pool.” Tae snatched your cereal bowl and dragged you by your shirt collar toward the stairs. “It is the first morning of our vacation. I’m not trying to waste any time. Now go.” He shoved you forward, smacking your ass for good measure.

You swatted back at him half-heartedly as jogged back up to the room where you enjoyed a surprisingly restful sleep last night.

Kim Seokjin’s door glared at you accusingly as you shuffled past—unable to let you forget that you had kidnapped it’s little mushroom man in an unexplained fit of kleptomania, but that was a problem for your future self.

The you of right now was going to zen out in the Kim family's premium glass-enclosed indoor pool (it was still a little chilly for the outdoor pool) with her best friend and bask in the simple joys of good company and no responsibility.

...Or not.

A few minutes later you bounced into the living room wearing a simple black tankini with a cute floral cover only to find Taehyung on the phone with his head in his hands.

“Yes, sir. I understand… I...I know this is my responsibility...”

That didn’t sound good.

After a few more tense moments, Tae hung up and collapsed backward into the couch with a heavy sigh.

“That water main break you heard about on TV this morning was the last straw between the province and its current contractor. They called an emergency meeting for new bids.”

Your heart dropped as you sank down beside him.

“Your dad wants you to go...doesn’t he.”

Taehyung nodded miserably.

“He can’t leave the Seoul opening on such short notice and managing government construction contracts is part of what I’ve been training for. This could be huge for our company.”

“Well...why doesn’t your brother go?”

“Jin is the brains behind most of our patented gaming and tech innovations. He wouldn’t even know where to begin with this sort of thing. Besides,” his lips quirked up in a rueful grin, “my brother doesn’t have the patience to stroke entitled geriatric egos for hours on end—which is likely what I’m going to have to do.”

The two of you headed back to Taehyung’s room where you helped him pack some suits and toiletries for his trip.

Naturally you were disappointed but...this was a great opportunity for your best friend to prove himself in his chosen field and you both knew it. In fact, he was already starting to brighten a bit.

“The meeting is about a hundred miles north of here. My dad’s secretary already handled the flight and hotel room.” His eyes darted around the suite to see if he was forgetting anything.

It was clear he was nervous, though you were sure he didn’t need to be. Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat, but he was also talented and deeply passionate about his family’s company.

Someday this would be the norm. The two of you were stealing time in college, determined to live a little before the expectations of your powerful families transferred fully onto your shoulders.

It was becoming more and more clear, however, that your carefree time was slowly running out.

Mother had already spoken to you about potential marriage alliances and your father expected you to intern with his Vice President this summer just as your elder sister had...

Taehyung’s voice suddenly interrupted your bittersweet introspection and you couldn’t help but smile at how grown-up he looked in his suit and briefcase ensemble.

Everything was going to change, but not quite yet.

“They estimate negotiations should take around a week or so…” He walked over and pulled you into a tight hug. “There should still be some vacation left for us when I get back.”

“Hurry back then,” you mumbled grumpily into his chest and he chuckled.

“I will.”

Taehyung had been gone for less than twenty minutes when you decided that the best use of your time would be to eat more snacks.

The last thing you expected when you skipped merrily into the kitchen was to find it occupied by a shaggy-haired homeless man in glasses.

Your first instinct was to scream which caused the homeless man to drop the apple he was biting right onto the floor where it rolled around for a small eternity before coming to rest at his ankles.

Your second instinct was to grab a butcher’s cleaver from the nearby knife block and wave it chaotically at the intruder while shouting something along the lines of—

“You’ve made a huge mistake! My boyfriend is the biggest, meanest mafia boss in Seoul! Leave now and he might let you live!”

The homeless man continued to stare at you with a mixture of confusion and shock, but made no move to run away in terror like you were hoping.

So you tried again.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?! The last man who touched me drinks his steak through a straw now! Do the smart thing and leave before my boyfriend comes down those stairs and it’s too late!”

Infuriatingly, the homeless man was still not fleeing for his life and frankly you were starting to get frustrated. You drew in a deep cleansing breath and were prepared to issue another grandiose threat when he finally spoke.

“I’m sorry, miss. I... think there’s been some sort of mistake. Who is your boyfriend?”

There was no rational explanation for what came out of your mouth next, but it rolled off your tongue so smoothly and you didn’t even flinch.

“Kim Seokjin.”

For the first time in your entire exchange, the intruder looked truly alarmed.

Now that’s more like it.

“You’ve heard of him I see. He’s a dangerous man and my body belongs to him.” You slammed the cleaver down onto the countertop with a (hopefully) menacing slash. “Kim Seokjin doesn’t like when other men put their hands on what belongs to him.”

There was a long, unpardonably tense moment of silence…Then the stranger slowly reached forward and picked up a mobile phone from the table in front of him.

His eyes remained locked with yours as he pressed a quick series of buttons, brought the phone to his ear, waited a few seconds and said—

“Taehyung… Would you mind telling me why there is a half-naked, knife-wielding omega in our kitchen claiming to be my girlfriend?”

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The Dinner Party|Masterpost

The Dinner Party |MYG|Explicit

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre/au: postgrad!au, eventual relationship!au i know grumpy yoongi is a fandom cliche, but i love writing him

Tags: smut and fluff, recreational drug use, chapters get progressively smuttier, see tags for each chapter.

Chapter One: In Which the Reader and Min Yoongi Are Reacquainted

Chapter Two: Interlude: Looks Good With Trouble

Chapter Three: In Which the Reader and Min Yoongi Share a Late Night Phone Call

Chapter Four: In Which the Reader and Min Yoongi Share a Dinner Out

Chapter Five: Interlude: Monday Will Never Be The Same

Chapter Six: In Which Min Yoongi Makes Dinner for the Reader

Chapter Seven: In Which the Reader and Min Yoongi Spend New Year’s Eve Together

Chapter Eight: Interlude: Oscillate Wildly (y/n POV chapter).

Chapter Nine: The Studio.

Chapter Ten: In Which Things Get Worse.

Chapter Eleven: In Which Things Get Worser

Chapter Twelve: In Which Things Get Better.

Chapter Thirteen: Epilogue.

This was supposed to be a oneshot, but I decided to expand it.  The story is chronological. Thanks for everyone’s patience! Chapter Twelve and Thirteen will be up this summer.

Please don’t ask about updates.

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Mine Still || JJK (18+)

Credits: Betas - @illneverrecover @justasparkwritings @yutasgalaxy​

​This story is rated M for Mature, and it also contains darker themes, please proceed with caution. All readers under the age of 18 should stop reading here and exit this blog. You have been warned.

↣ Pairing: Ex-Boyfriend!Jeon Jungkook x Bride!Female Reader

↣ Genre: Arranged Marriage AU, Exes to Lovers, Small Oneshot/PWP, Angst, Smut, Fluff

↣ Ratings: Mature, NSFW, 18+

↣ Summary: How can you walk down the aisle when your heart belongs to another man? What if you had another chance? Would you be willing to do anything for him?

↣ Word Count: 3.2k

↣ Warnings: Explicit Sex, Penetrative Sex, Soft!Jungkook/Sub!Reader, Degradation, Dirty Talk, Pet names(Baby), a punch gets thrown(well deserved), Rough Sex, Choking, Breath Play, Spit/Saliva Play, Slight Praise Kink, Unprotected Sex, Begging, Crying, Mentions infidelity and/or cheating, Possessive!JK, Exhibitionism if you squint, JK on a motorcycle needs its own warning!, Slight Orgasm Denial, Creampie, Mentions domestic violence briefly but nothing graphic, Mentions alcohol abuse(briefly), Cursing, Dee Dee being a sobbing mess is also a warning. Please proceed with caution!!

↣ A/N: First, I’d just like to thank my betas; this wouldn’t be here without them. I have no explanation for what you’re about to read, lol. As BTS continues to ruin me, there will probably be more. We’ll just call this the Butter Chronicles.🥴 Oh, and I wrote this while vibing to You’re Mines Still by Yung Bleu ft Drake.

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“You have twenty minutes Y/N,” your sister calls from your dressing room. You sigh and give her a nod, your voice still hoarse from all the crying you had done the night before.

You’re supposed to be getting the last bit of  makeup applied to your face, more concealer to hide your sunken eyes and discoloration. You know you should be preparing for this special day, but the stifling atmosphere is suffocating and you just need some air.

Today is your wedding day, but you won’t be marrying the love of your life. Instead, you’ll become the wife of a billionaire bachelor Blake Moore. A man known for his drunken rages and repeated domestic violence charges, Blake has never served a day for his crimes and never will. He has the system in his grasp, privilege and wealth buying whatever he wants, including silence. 

After finishing college, Satan himself, your “loving” father, and his gold-digging other half, who you refer to as mother, sold you to the highest bidder, Blake.  Protected by money and class,  should you fall victim to his abuse, there’d be no one to help you. “Good luck” was all your parents had to say about it, but you knew that they weren’t even concerned about your well-being in the first place. This union is just another business transaction to them.

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Through the Crack

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Roommate AU/Roommates to Lovers/Smut

Rating: Explicit/Mature/NSFW/No Minors

Summary: What happens when you come home from work, expecting peace and quiet, only to hear some noises that pique your interest?

Word Count: 3K words

Warnings: M/M, F/M/M, Vulgar Words(Obvi),Oral (female receiving/giving, male receiving/giving), Heavy on Noona, Noona likes to watch, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up people), very obvious threesome

A/N: This is my first time posting any of my works to tumblr. Please bear with me as I learn how to do layouts, tags, and warnings. (Advice welcome) This story is cross posted to Ao3 and written by me @ladycubes0t7.

Coming home from work was always the highlight of your day. It was the only time you had completely alone at your shared apartment. You had exactly one hour until one of two roommates would be home. One hour to have a peaceful bath, do yoga in the living room, or masturbate as loudly as you wanted.

         One...whole...hour. Or so you thought.

         Your keys jangled loudly in the empty, dark foyer when you placed them in the dish on the table next to the entry. The apartment was silent except for the ticking of the clock hanging on one of the walls. You, in silent reverie, slid your shoes off and dropped your purse beside them. You hadn't quite decided on how to spend your hour of peace and quiet while padding down the hall. Your eyes naturally darted from picture to picture that lined the hall. A soft smile painted your lips while admiring the group photos of you and your two insanely hot roommates.

           You were just about to your bedroom when you heard a faint sigh coming from one of the rooms further down the hall. Hmmm, no one should be home. You thought as you tiptoed close to the cracked bedroom door that belonged to the one of your roommates.       

          "Mmmm, Kookie, keep going," you heard a low voice laced with a groan. Your brows furrowed as you realized it was your roommate Jimin with other roommate, Jungkook. Silently, you tried to peek through the cracked door. You saw Jimin's dresser and large mirror on the wall. You were ever so thankful that his room was arranged so that the mirror reflected the bed across the room.

         The reflection was utterly sinful. Jimin sat propped against the wooden headboard, head back, throat exposed. His plump lips parted in a sensual moan. The older roommate's muscular thighs splayed open where the younger lain across the bed on his belly. Purple hair shining from between Jimin's legs, while his head bobbed up and down in rhythmic motion. Soft grunting came from the younger's mouth.

         You continued to watch in delight. Your roommates' activities began to stir something within you. Your core clenched around nothing with want. Heat began to spread across your body and suddenly embarrassment hit. I shouldn't be watching. The thought briefly crossed your mind but you were sucked back in by a delicious sounding moan that came from Jimin's mouth right as a deeper wet squelch came from within the room.

         "Mmmm, Jungkook, I like when you choke on my cock. Take some more, baby."

         A sound of acknowledgement came from Jungkook's throat. Your breath hitched in your own. Shakily, you breathed out as softly as possible, not wanting to let them know of your presence. Your hand made its way down your abdomen absentmindedly and slipped into your pants. You began to tease your clothed slit and felt a small patch of arousal dampening your panties.

         Jimin and Jungkook carried on, oblivious to your eyes on them from the cracked door. Jungkook started to rut against the mattress, seeking friction to relieve himself of the growing need in his pants. He smirked as he changed the angle, lolling his head to the side to twist his mouth back up Jimin's hardeness. His tongue swirled the tip before enveloping him once more. Flattening his tongue and relaxing his throat muscles allowed Jungkook to take Jimin's shaft deeper. He swallowed once then twice making Jimin let out a shuddering moan.

         The pastel locked roommate's hand carded through Jungkook's purple hair to grab hold and tug. Jimin's orgasm was fast approaching now and he could only urge Jungkook on with heavy pants while the thrust against Jungkook's hot mouth.

         The scene before your eyes only egged you on. Your fingers sought purchase now inside your panties. Finger flicking deftly against your clit in pace with Jungkook's as he worked your roommate over. Ever grateful for their noises hiding the soft sighs coming from your lips.

         Jimin's own moans were almost to fever pitch signaling his peak. His eyes snapped open and head rolled forward. He only wanted to watch their reflection as he came in the mirror but something caught his eye. Through the crack of the door, his eyes met yours. Was he imagining due to all the fantasies he had over you catching them in the act?

         Panic. Sheer panic ran through you when his eyes locked on you. "Fuck," you whispered under your breath while withdrawing your hand from your panties quickly. Your own orgasm by being scared away by being caught.

         You all but ran to the kitchen to try to calm yourself. Oh, shiiiiiiiiit. Oh shit, oh fuck. Okay, okay. Deep breath, maybe Jimin couldn't see out of the door. Maybe the hallway was too dark. You stood at the sink and turned on the water. Cupping your hands, you splashed some onto your face and prayed that your embarrassment would be washed away with the cool water.

         You were still bent over the sink, water rushing from the tap, when you felt a presence behind you. Something or someone had bumped against your backside. With a squeak, you shot up straight as a board. You turned slowly, almost afraid of who you would find.

         Jungkook quirked a brow at you, a little half smirk playing upon his lips. "What's go you so jumpy, Noona?" He said, noona coming out with a satoori drawl at the end.

         You were torn between pouncing him and running for the hills. Should you feign innocence or renounce your dry spell? Neither, the answer was neither as you were frozen because there, leaning against the wall, was a smug Jimin. His arms crossed over his naked chest. He at least had the decency to throw on a pair of black jersey shorts that hung dangerously low. Your eyes went between that scrumptious V-line and his plump lips. Those lovely lips were inviting you to make a move.

         The silence was deafening save for the pounding of your heart. The blood was rushing throughout your whole body and embarrassment stained your skin. You seemingly forgot that Jungkook was still in front of you. He took a step forward, causing your attention to refocus on the purple maknae before you. You stepped back in response. Your backside meeting the edge of the counter.

         Now, you were trapped. Jungkook closed the distance and caged you. His arms were on either side of you as you tried your best to lean back some more.

         His dark eyes watched you with interest. "You know, someone told me that you got caught up in some sort of peep show." You avoided his questioning gaze. Jungkook reached up, his touch soft but stern as he turned your face towards him. "Tell me, what did you see?" His smirk gave away that he knew.

         He knew it and loved to see you squirm. Because no, you could not answer him. The total body flush let him know everything there was to know.

         "Hyung, what are we to do with Noona over here?" Jungkook asked, eye's never leaving your own.

         Jimin crossed the kitchen in a heartbeat. Not that it was big but with three people all in one room, suddenly everything was small. The only thing not small was the dominating presence of your roommates.

         This was supposed to be your hour of peace and quiet. Well, you got your quiet. You. Yourself, quiet as a mouse while your roommates sized you up.

        Jimin tsked as he took his place next to you. "I'm not sure, Jungkook. Noona is normally so talkative, but cat's got her tongue." His head tilted, eyes shining with amusement. "Maybe since she likes to watch, we should let her in on it. Audience participation and all."

         Your body shook with nervousness. Your normal confidence flew out the window. All you could do was stare between the two in shock. Mind going a mile a minute. On one hand, yes you want to see them in the throes of some of the hottest sex you've ever witnessed but on the other hand it brought you to crossing a line of friendship that roommates shouldn't cross.

         "Guys …" you finally spoke. Your voice soft. You tried to muster as much courage. You had to break this dry spell. Give yourself some spring to your step. Bring back the confident boss bitch that you are. "I...uh….well you see….." you faltered almost chickening out.

        Your roommates chuckled, not making fun but purely how cute you looked. "Don't worry, Noona, we won't bite…..," Jimin's voice was heavily laced with lust while nuzzling your neck, "hard." Your breath caught in your throat and all you could do was loll your head.

        By now, Jungkook was running his hands up and down your arms reassuringly. He pressed himself against you, the bulge in his pants unmistakable. "You see, Noona, we've both wanted you for such a very long time," his voice pierced through your foggy haze of arousal, his clothed hips rolling slowly into your own.

         You were vaguely aware of Jimin leaving little trails of soft kisses along your neck and jaw because all you could think about was saying "fuck it" and jump over that line of friendship. And indeed that is what you said. "Fuck it, let's go."

         All activities against you stopped as you were quickly led by Jimin and Jungkook. Your nervous giggles only fueled their desires. The door to Jimin's room slammed open with Jimin in front of you, pressing himself against you, and Jungkook at your back. Hands and lips were everywhere as each of you stripped down.

         You were pushed onto the bed, "Up against the headboard Noona." Jimin directed you. You slid up, sitting back straight against the wood. Not but 10 minutes ago were you watching Jimin right in this very spot. You tried to draw up your legs but Jimin swatted your thigh, "Open" he said with a stern tone. With a quick eep you spread your legs wide, angling yourself so that you were on full display.

         "God, hyung, look how pink Noona's pretty little pussy is…" Jungkook moaned while fisting his hard length. He moved closer, knees knocking the side of the bed closest to you. Jimin was already crawling into position. He hooked either of his arms around your thighs and nosed at your folds. Inhaling lewdly before licking a long stripe from the bottom of your entrance up to your clit.

          "Mmmm, wait 'til you get a taste, Kookie. She's sweeter than sweet." He returned to your sodden nether lips, opting to tease. Short, little licks to your clit had you keening. It was so hard to concentrate with Jimin looking right at you while sucking your clit in between his lavish lips. Your head rolling back and to the side, Jungkook grabbed you by the back of your head forcing you to look down at Jimin.

         "Watch him, Noona!" Jungkook groaned. The sight of Jimin eating you so perfectly had him jerking himself feverishly. The sounds coming from your mouth while Jimin's tongue continued to work you over brought him closer to the edge. He slowed his movements, wanting to savor the moment.

         Jimin's tongue lapped at your entrance collecting your wetness. He propped up and reached over to Jungkook, who in silent understanding, bent down and locked into a heated kiss with him. They swirled your arousal between one another. Both moaning at the taste of you. Neither got lost enough to forget you, lying there a panting mess. Jimin's hand slid up your inner thigh and to the apex of your mound. He ran two fingers through your slick and made entrance into your tight cunt. The timing of his thrusting fingers matched the intensity of the kiss between the maknae and himself. Jungkook's free hand found one of your breasts, kneading it before tweaking your nipple in time.

         The noises elicited from all created a symphony of lust and carnal desire. It drove that fierce want for all to connect on a level pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. You sat up more, grinding yourself down onto Jimin fingers. While you sought release, both of your hands found their cocks and began to pump them simultaneously. They broke their kiss, foreheads resting on one another, to focus on the pleasure you gave them

         "Our Noona's taking such good care of us, hyung," Jungkook moaned rutting into your circled hand. Jimin's eyes watched, nearly gasping for breath. His hips stuttered though he tried to keep time.

         "That's right, our's, Kookie." Jimin's timbre was primal. He moved away letting your hand fall away. Taking that as a signal to move, you repositioned on the bed. "All four's baby, ass up." Jimin smacked the globe of your ass and then gripped each cheek.  You rewarded him with a moan. As you move into position, Jungkook shimmied down and laid underneath you. His cock, standing proud right in your face, twitched and throbbed. Your mouth watered at the sight and you licked your lips.

         "Noona, please?" Jungkook looked up at you through the longer tufts of his bangs. His pupils were blown and he already looked too fucked out, but who were you to deny your youngest roommate. Darting your tongue out against the slit of his cockhead set your tastebuds afire with a glorious mixture of sweat and precum. A small, hungry moan escaped and your mouth descended upon his waiting length. The shaft hard but smooth like velvet. You relished in the heaviness filling your cavity that made you gag as it triggered the reflex. Jungkook whimpered when the head hit the back of your throat. He held you down a few seconds, revelling in the feel of your saliva dribbling down what you couldn't fit. He pulled your head off, giving you ample time to suck in some deep breaths before entering your mouth once more.

          How were you ever to survive? You halfway thought but those thoughts left quickly as they came. You felt the bed shift behind you as Jimin began the slow slide into your dripping cunt. Inch by glorious inch, he eased in. Moans pouring from both your mouths, your's more muffled by Jungkook's cock.

         Jimin bottomed out and stilled his hips. You shuddered, feeling full from both ends and loving every second of it. The two Adonis of men were your roommates and here you were about to be railed and added to their body count. Fuck now, deal with the consequences later.

         You went to work on Jungkook's cock. One of your hands held you steady while the other wrapped around the base of his length, moving in tandem with your mouth. Jimin waited, feeling your pussy clench around him a few times before joining your pace. The slow drag of his cock inside your silken walls combined with your arousal allowed him to roll easily into you.

         "Damn, Noona sure can take a cock, Kookie. We should have done this sooner." You heard from behind you. The praise raised your confidence even more and you moaned deeply around Jungkook. His breathing was coming in quick pants with soft curses in between.

         Jimin snaked a hand around, his fingers finding your clit with ease as he pounded your cunt. You jolted with pleasure that was fast winding a band deep within. Teetering on the edge, you sucked in breath through your nose and choked yourself around Jungkook's throbbing cock. That sudden lack of oxygen combined with Jimin's actions causing an eruption of euphoric waves to crash over you.

         "God yes! Noona, that's it cum all over my cock!" He thrusted harder smacking into your sweet spot inside and your walls squeezed him harder. Your whole body quivered but with renewed vigor, you sped up on Jungkook's length. His grip on your hair tightened and his toes curled while his heels dug into the mattress. The sinful sounds of your coming undone tossed the youngest overboard. His hot seed spurt out in streams, sliding down your throat where you happily swallowed. Taking care like the good noona that you are. Both of you spent, Jimin carried on railing you like a wild beast. Chasing his own high, his hips stuttered and with one last snap he stilled. Shooting hot cum all over your rippling walls. His orgasm seemed to last for minutes as the blood rushed in his ears.

         He leaned over your back, kissing along the the arch. "That was amazing, Noona." Jimin panted and pulled out. He jumped up out of bed and left the room much quicker than you had hoped for. You rolled off to the side of Jungkook and was already deep in thought. An awkward silence started to fill the room. Was this it?  Was this the consequences that you feared from before? Your heart fell and a frown made it's way to your face.

         "Noona, don't do that. Jimin's right you know? That was amazing," Jungkook's voice was quiet from beside you. He rolled onto his side and ran his arm along the swell of your hip. "You are amazing. Right, hyung?" He peeked over your shoulder. Jimin watched the exchange from the door facing, a light grin ghosting his lips.

         "Yes, Noona, please don't feel like what just happened was a mistake. This…us" he pointed to the three of you, "will be whatever you need it to be. Now come on, let's all take a bath." He grabbed your hand and helped you from the bed. Jungkook followed excitedly, "Finally, we can all use that big tub together."

         Jimin had drawn a hot bath for the three of you. You all settled into the chest high, hot water. Your back rested against Jungkook's chiselled chest and your legs across Jimin's lap. You all silently enjoyed one another's company. A contented sigh came from your smiling lips. There it was, your peaceful bath. 

                               The End

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Apartment 224

Pairing: Neighbor!Jungkook x Female Reader

Ratings: Mature, Explicit, 18+

Word Count: 4K whew!

Genre: Neighbors AU, Personal Trainer!Jungkook, Smut, Fluff, One Shot

Summary: Your shy blue-haired neighbor invites you over for a little Netflix & Chill. However, as the minutes go by, you realize that he isn’t so shy behind closed doors. Tonight you’ll find out all the things Jungkook has wanted to say to you over the past few months. And all the things he’s been wanting to do to you.

Warnings: Explicit Smut, This is my attempt of writing Vanilla Sex, Unprotected Sex(what’s new around here?), Oral Sex(female recieving), Fingering, Cursing, Light Dom/Switch!Jungkook, Praise Kink, Overstimulation, Denied Orgasms, Very Light Choking, Implied BDSM themes, Nipple Play, Vaginal Penetration, Body Worshipping(especially her meow meow), Creampie, I lowkey feel like JK has a foot fetish, Gentle Hair Pulling, I’ll just go ahead and add etc. because idk.

A/N: This is my part of the Blue Hair JK project with @ressjeon​ Here I am days later but I had to upload Missing Pieces first. Shoutout to @voiceswithoutlips @kassrole​ for this beautiful banner!!!😘 Also, special shoutout to Kas & Rid @taegularities​ for helping me with the title, I really appreciate it. Anyway, I didn’t revise this too much so please excuse the errors. I hope you enjoy it! Much love, Dee Dee!

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Never Look Back(M) || kth

Credits: Graphics/Banner - @timeforkookies​ ; Beta - @unoriginal-username15432​

This story is rated M for Mature. All readers under the age of 18 should stop reading here and exit this blog. You have been warned.

→ Pairings: CEO!Kim Taehyung x Fashion Designer!Female Reader

→ Genre: Oneshot, Lovers to Exes, Non-Idol AU, Heavy Angst, Smut

→ Ratings: Mature, 18+, R, NSFW

→ Word Count: 7.6k

→ Summary: Was life easier without Taehyung or did you just get used to being alone?

→ Warnings: Mature Content, Mentions Sensitive topics such as: (Depression, Battles with Addiction, Cheating, Infidelity, Divorce, and Insecurities,) Penetrative Sex, Protected Sex, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Squirting, Multiple Orgasms, Biting/Marking/Scratching/Hickies, Body Worshipping, Nipple/Breast Play, Intense Orgasms, begging, Slight Praise Kink, a tiny bit of manhandling, alcohol consumed by people of legal age, cursing, I believe that is all, but please proceed with caution. This fic contains sensitive topics, strong language, and dark themes. Minors are not allowed!!!

→ A/N: This is my entry for the BTS Writer’s Club April’s Bloom Theme/Prompt. “Bloom” means growth to me, and this story focuses on just that. Please enjoy and feel free to leave feedback.

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Pitch Black Masterlist

Yandere!Taehyung x Breeding Cow!Reader | (Eventual) Jeongguk x Breeding Cow!Reader

Genre: Yandere, Strangers to Lovers!AU, Smut

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated Continuously): Yandere!Taehyung, Conditioning, Stockholm Syndrome, Breeding Cow!Reader, Dubcon, MindBreak, Use of Drugs In Order To Submit, Possessive/Obsessive Behavior, Impregnation Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Lactation Kink, Degradation

A/N: This is a yandere fic, it’s not a love story. Taehyung is a psychopath.

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Yoongi smut that makes me 🥴

It’s time for another milestone fic rec list! I’m just gonna keyboard smash for a bit here and maybe swear a lot.

Strike a Chord by @snackhobi. The build-up is just gorgeous. This would make me 🥴 even without the actual smut (WHICH IS HOT AS FUCK)

Listen Closely by @avveh. This is exactly the shit I’m into.

Verified Amateurs by beebalm (read on AO3). There’s not a chance in hell I’m ever going to miss an opportunity to recommend this fic, both for the incredibly hot smut and the absolutely perfect angst. I love a good horny cry. 

Backstage by @wwilloww. For those times you really just want to think about a dick in your mouth.

Late by @yminie. [unflattering noises] 🥵😳🥴

The Dinner Party by @lamourche. Ongoing. Slow(ish) burn and I like this very much.

the landlord by @ppersonna. Hotter than a heatwave.

Breakfast in Bed by @joonbird. This is the Ikea employee!au that I never knew I needed in my life. It’s hilarious and hot and highly recommended.

Creep by @xjoonchildx. Fucked up and I love it.

“Keep it cute, Min. I’m not fucking you in the dorm shower.” by @taetaespeaches. No. Definitely not. A shower is a terrible place to fuck.

Love Language by @gukslut. Hot and angsty, just the way I like it.

Fear and Dumplings by @softyoongiionly. Very sexy slow burn (ongoing).

okay, bloomer by @luxekook. I swore I was not into flowershop aus. LOL. This is cute as fuck and also very very hot.

his hands by @iridescentjin. My specific interests should come as no surprise to anyone. 

Tip of the Iceberg by @fortunexkookie. Sweet, soft, slow burn. And… goddammit.

The Gentlemen - Day Seventeen by @honeymoonjin. At one point I read part of this chapter while stopped at a red light. I had to pull over, park, and say “fuck” quietly to myself several times. This fic is unfinished and abandoned, but I wholeheartedly recommend it anyway because it’s fantastic.

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The Mark of Yun-Ki

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Hybrid/ABO AU  • Royalty AU • Fantasy AU • Daechwita AU

Summary: For a thousand years the tiger god Yun-Ki has marked the heirs of the Min Empire and thus only a marked heir can inherit the throne. When the beautiful daughter of the Min Emperor’s loyal warlord rescues a mysterious tiger hybrid from the imperial prison, she unleashes a secret that the throne would kill to protect. The young emperor claims to be the chosen heir… but who really bears the Mark of Yun-Ki?

Word Count: 8600

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: ABO/Hybrid sexual dynamics and mating, claiming/marking/biting, explicit sexual content, impreg, a brief mention of slavery, rut/heat sex

Content Notes: All flashback scenes are in italics. In this universe, being a hybrid has a distinctly spiritual/mystical connotation. 

Acknowledgements: This story was not easy to write, but… in spite of the (or perhaps because of it) I have never been prouder of anything I have ever written. It was definitely a new type of challenge and it took multiple people who are extremely special to me to bring it to life. 

To @ppersonna (Lindy) and @taetaewonderland​ (Donna) … You are truly beautiful souls. You encouraged me relentlessly, let me bounce ideas off of you, and continue to be such wonderful friends. You filled in the gap every time i doubted myself. You never let me think less of myself. I adore you. Thank you so very much. Truly.

To @lemonjoonah (Lemon) and @xjoonchildx …You saved this story. I grew frustrated with it so many times and you never ceased to provide brilliant insight into JUST what I needed to add or take away to really bring this world to life. You are lovely friends and the time you spent helping me build (and rebuild) this story have made it truly sparkle. Thank you for your care and fabulous friendship.

To @underthejoon (Fal) … You were a clear voice of wisdom and support when I began to face some significant challenges both online and in the real world. Your insight and advice have given me a much needed perspective time and again. Thank you for listening when I needed you. Thank you for supporting me when I struggled to write. And - most of all - thank you for you friendship. 

To my Angels in the BTS SMUT HUB… So many of you gave me ideas about this story and encouraged me to keep writing. When I really struggled, you sent me countless messages of support and love. You are truly my people and my heart is so full of affection for you. 

“Why is he blindfolded?”

The guard beside you shifted uncomfortably. 

“The Emperor ordered that his eyes be covered at all times.”

Your gaze traveled covertly over your surroundings, assessing the dimly lit chamber with practiced disdain. 

“Leave us.” 

“My lady, I cannot-”

“Do you know who I am, soldier?”

Your voice slashed through the air like an icy whip. 

“Y-yes, my la-”

“Then you know it is unwise to displease my family.” One jeweled hand came to rest dramatically on your chest. “Your daughter is not yet fifteen …it would be such a pity to orphan one so young.”

The soldier bowed almost too quickly. 

“I will be outside, my lady-” he bowed again and again as he backed toward the door, “I meant no disrespect-”

It slammed shut. 

Then you were alone… save for the notorious prisoner bound and blindfolded in the cell before you. 

He was clearly aware of your presence, but made no move or sound of acknowledgement, not even when your footsteps brought you to the very edge of his enclosure. 

“Prisoner AG-D2… name unknown… crime unknown…” your hand travelled up to your hair to withdraw a long silver pin, “no date of birth, no date of arrest…”

The prisoner jerked suddenly when the sound of your pin tripping the cell’s iron lock reached his unnaturally sensitive ears. 

His nostrils flared as an almost familiar scent - buried beneath a decade of fury and fear - curled through him. 

“Who are you?” he demanded.

The words were more of a growl than a question, but the only answer he received was the sound of his cell door creaking open. 

“Why are you here?” he tried again. 

Lonely silence greeted his query and he wondered idly if you meant to intimidate him. 

It will take more than that, pet. 

“I am here to tell you a story…”

The prisoner barked out an empty laugh at your strange reply.

“I love a good story,” he whispered bitterly. The corner of your mouth twitched a bit at his spirit. 

His clothes were worn, but well cared for and the body beneath them was sleek and strong. 

Wrists bound together, eyes covered… but still every inch the proud warrior. 

This was not a man accustomed to being bound. 

“You were not raised like the rest of our people… The tales of our customs and our gods were - deliberately - never taught to you…But it is past time that you knew of them.”

He grinned, granting you a wicked flash of razor sharp fangs.

“Are all the Emperor’s prisoners tortured with fairytales?”

“Charming,” you snorted, dragging a small stool from the corner of his cell. The prisoner’s ears flicked curiously at the sound.

“Aren’t you afraid of me, storyteller? What if I’ve been imprisoned for devouring beautiful women like yourself?”

You shook your head in amusement as you settled onto the stool.

“Have you devoured many beautiful women then?”

“Oh absolutely-” his grin took on a decidedly sinful slant, “but I doubt that’s why I’m here.”

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Missing Pieces: Chapter One

Mafia!Yoongi  x Reader

Genre: Mafia AU, Enemies To Lovers, Strangers To Lovers, Unexpected/Unplanned Pregnancy, Smut, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 7.6K

Description: Hooking up with Yoongi was a mistake. A mistake you’ve been making for the past 8 months. You knew he was dangerous; your friends had warned you before. Dealing with him was a bad decision. You knew that one day, things would get messy. That day came when you found out that you were pregnant. You didn’t expect things to go well, but you also didn’t expect things to spiral out of control either. When telling him about the pregnancy doesn’t exactly go as planned, you’re forced into a world you know little about. It’s there where you find out just how dangerous Min Yoongi really is.

Warnings (Still Updating): Mature Content, Crime, Violence, Unexpected/Unplanned Pregnancy, Eventual Smut, Heavy Angst, Swearing, Depression, Lots of Blood, Lots of Trust Issues…

Warnings for this Chapter: Mature Content, Violence, Angst, Minor Character Death, Talks about Abortion (Please don’t hate them guys), Guns, Lots of Blood, Suggestive Language, Crying, Cursing, Manhandling, Fight Scene, Yoongi’s an asshole…I think that’s it.

A/N: It’s finally here!!!!Sorry I’m late, please don’t be mad. I had to make soon last minute changes. I hope y’all enjoy it. Please please please….leave feedback and let me know if you want chapter two. Also some of your names aren’t working on taglist. Please see me about it. If you don’t see your name or want to be added, let me know. I am not a professional writer, I’ve said this before so there may be errors and I apologize for them in advance. Okay, imma head tf out and let y’all do your thing. If you like it please show love and give feedback. I live for y’all hyping me up lol. Anyway, love you babiies, enjoy!!!!!

“I shouldn’t be here. He’ll be looking for me.”

“Oh no, you’re definitely in the right place.” 

“But there’s nothing here, only darkness.”

“There is something here, you’re just not digging deep enough.”

“And what am I even supposed to be looking for?”

“Your missing pieces.”

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Snowed In

Best Friend!Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Best Friends To Lovers, Huddle of Warmth, Domestic!AU, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Mega Fluff, Marking, Impregnation Kink, Thigh Slapping, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Possessive!Hoseok, Ab Worship, Fellatio, Face Fucking, Belly Bulge, Multiple Orgasms, Doggy Style, Spanking, Cream Pie

WordCount: 15k

A/N: Okay! MERRY EARLY CHRISTMAS! I’m super super lucky to have all of my darlings in one collab with me! Always a shoutout to my loves @ladyartemesia​, @ppersonna​, @xjoonchildx​ and @underthejoon​ for rooting me on always! Shout out to @hobi-gif​ for beta-ing it and literally helping me learn English lmfao. My other loves @snackhobi​ and @yeojaa​ rooted on the idea for this fic and helped me flesh things out and I’m so lucky I’m constantly surrounded by such amazing people!

Seasons for most people inspire and bring delight with every change of color on leaves in high up trees. Yet with you, you always hated all the seasons and everything they stood for. Until you met him. Or let him in anyway.

It sounds corny and ridiculous. It probably is.

People always deemed you cold hearted or uncaring and it was all true. But he brought love to your heart. He made colors brighter. He made the world seem bigger and better than you ever noticed before.

He was always around, even if you didn’t want him to be. You had some friends from childhood that insisted on keeping him around. He was kind and eager with everything that he did. And it annoyed the ever living crap out of you.

But you slowly opened up that iron cage around your heart and let him in. Even if it took him ages for you to let him in, he was determined.

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say my name ⤑ kth | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 in which you attempt to end the cat and mouse game between you and your roommate… by flirting with his best friend. 〞roommates au. pwp au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: taehyung x reader ft. jungkook

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: barest hint of angst ⋆ slight fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 13k 🤡

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: hard dom!taehyung, possessive/jealous!taehyung, big cock!taehyung, sub!reader, reader highkey embarasses herself but its okay, light humiliation, the slightest power play, degradation, dirty talk, spanking, teasing, wet and messy sex, reader got a wap ;), fingering, praise, edging, begging, brief orgasm denial, orgasm control, light male masturbation, cock sucking, rough/sloppy blowjob, face fucking, choking, gagging on cock, deep throating, crying, grinding, exhibitionism, voyeurism, unprotected sex, pussy stretching, slight breast/nipple play, biting, riding, rough & possessive sex, slight pain kink, begging, overstimulation, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, cum play, cum feeding

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: me: commissions capped at 5k!! also me: a fucking clown

⏤ commissioned by @cypherft-v​ in exchange for a blm donation! // thank you to @luffles424​ and @yeoldontknow​ for beta reading and ofc @shadowsremedy​ for editing ♡

Steam clouds the bathroom as you slide open the shower door and step out onto the bath mat: water vapour dancing around you as the chill of the bathroom is quickly replaced with the balmy heat. With a slight shiver - the droplets of water that bead your skin begin to evaporate, and you reach for your large, fluffy towel before wrapping it around your body. Once it’s secure, you step up to the mirror; looking at your reflection through the fogged glass as you take yourself in.

The towel sits loosely around your frame, clinging to the top of your chest before falling down around you - hiding your figure under the bulky terrycloth material. Beads of water trail along the flesh of your shoulders and down the outline of your collarbones before soaking into the hem of the towel. Turning your head to the left, and then to the right, you carefully examine yourself. Your short shower had washed up the little remnants of makeup you’d had on, but you don’t mind so much. In fact, you prefer it this way, because, in order for your plan to work, you had to make sure you look like you actually took a shower, and not that you just stood under the shower-head for five minutes biding your time away.

Glancing down at your phone, your heart picks up within the space of your ribcage. Taehyung will be here at any moment.

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◐ The Alpha ◐

The mate of the Luna, the one true moon princess, is the Alpha and everyone knows it will be Kim Namjoon... Except it isn’t. When the ritual is complete, the moon princess kneels before Park Jimin and upends her pack’s predictable hierarchy.

series ◐ masterlist

PART I: The Alpha

PART ll: The Challenge

PART lll: The Terms

Part lV: The Secret

Part V: The Champion

Part VI: The Praetor

Part VI: The Luna

Part VIII: The Claiming

Part IX: The Legend

◐ notes ◐

These are little “notes” about the characters and the universe. Includes things like “ask my muse/ask my characters” and other interesting tidbits and perspectives on the world of The Alpha.

About Lunas

How Wolves Age

Namjoon and Yunli

Shifting Mechanics

The World of the Alpha

Kim Seokjin: Male Omega

Jimin’s “Prior Experience”

Yoonji and Taehyung (Part 2)

How the Alpha Command Works

On Betas + Jimin/Joon Family History

How Jimin and the Luna Smell to Each Other

Wolf Forms of Jimin and the Luna Wolf Forms of All Characters

Mates, Customs, and Wolf Relationships (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

Gorgeous Moodboard by mikrokosm

Gorgeous Moodboards by claude-y

2nd Gorgeous Moodboard by mikrokosm

Sequel Preview (Jungkook) Masquerade (Teaser 2: Cherry Bomb)

Sequel Preview (Yoongi) Season of the Witch. (Teaser 2: Yoongi’s Mate)

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REWIND MASTERLIST

The collective masterlist of all the fics included in my Rewind series. Each fic takes place in a different time period in the united states. I try to be as educated of each era as I can in order to add to the authenticity of the fic but please keep in mind I was born in 1999. I apologize for any discrepancies. Enjoy!

heavy sugar || myg

↳ 1920’s au

↳ smut, mafia au, gangster!yoongi x flapper!reader

read here | moodboard 

in the mood || ksj

↳ 1940’s au

↳ smut, impreg kink, post war/hollywood au, actor!jin x wife!reader

read here | moodboard

hot rod || jhs

↳ 1950’s au

↳ smut, virgin kink, greaser!hoseok x virgin!reader

↳ collab with @httpjeon

read here | moodboard 

groovy || kth

↳ 1970’s au

↳ fluff, angst, smut, f2l, taehyung x childhood friend!reader

part one | part two || moodboard

bitchin’ || jjk

↳ 1980’s au

↳ smut, e2l, fake lovers/college au, frat boy!jungkook x reader

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 || moodboard

novocaine || pjm

↳ 1990’s au

↳ smut, angst, exes au, punk!jimin x reader

part two | part two | moodboard 

barbie girl || knj

↳ early 2000’s au

↳ smut, pwp, football player!namjoon x cheerleader!reader

read here | moodboard