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from now on I'll change my prayer

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Efek menangis sampe tengah malem bener bener draining my energy 😅 lemes gila badan apalagi ini mata kek lelaah berat banget

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Well, siapa juga orang yang mau sacrifice sisa hidupnya berdampingan status mertua menantu kalo keadaannya begini. Yang mertua gampang banget marah sama bantingin barang. Yang satu lagi adiknya kerjaannya malakin duit, judi, make. Coba siapa yang mau? Mana ada coba orang yang mau tiap hari hidupnya harus mikirin duh kalo gue lakuin ini bakal marah ga ya? Atau ini orang bakal malakin duit lagi ga ni? Atau kalo gue ga ngasih duitnya bakal dibunuh ga nih gue? Ga ada yang mau hidup begini. Kok ngebet banget ya buat anaknya cepet nikah, cepet punya mantu biar bisa dibagi rasa hidup begini. Ya ogah orang juga, ga mau. Cinta juga ga akan mampu buat nutupin beban hidup yang bakalan ditanggung.

Setiap hari ketampar sama kenyataan. Dari yang punya wedding dream sampe yang ga punya. Bener, marriage isn't for everyone. Ga layak, ga masuk kriteria orang yang pantas memiliki pasangan hidup. Hidup begini cukup berhenti di diri sendiri ini aja, ga perlulah bawa orang baru buat seumur hidup ngerasain hidup di keluarga begini. Kasian pasti ga akan kuat juga, ujung ujungnya cerai. Mending ga usah sama sekali ya kan. Saving the energy. Sebuah keajaiban kalo bisa sampe ke tahap pernikahan. Kok pede banget sih sampe punya impian bakal ada Knight in shiing armour yang bakal narik lu keluar dari misery ini 🤣🤣🤣🤣 kocak kocak kocak. Pede banget lagi, yakin bakalan ada yang mencintai dan menikahi gue walaupun tahu keadaan keluarga yang seperti ini 🤣🤣🤣 mimpi cuy...

Loh kok ga terima diomongin sama anaknya begini "siapa juga ma yang mau menikahiku dengan keadaan keluarga yang begini, papa suka marah marah banting barang terus punya adek kelakuan iblis tiap hari malakin duit mulu kerjaannya" 😅 lah bener kan kenyataannya begitu keluarga ini. Sudahlah mari kita tutup impian punya menantu laki laki itu, karena sepertinya ga akan bisa jadi kenyataan. Legowo ae.

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Sharing is Caring

Sharing is Caring Ship: Pimp/Boyfriend!Jin | Prostitute!Reader | Customer!Jimin Description: Jin graciously decides to loan you to handsome Park Jimin for the night. Warnings: Sex Work, Cuckholding, Threesome, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Humiliation, Degrading Names, Lots of Manhandling, Objectification, Dom!Jimin, Spanking, Slapping, Cum Play, Cum Eating, Oral, Blowjob, Double-Oral (you’ll see), That real nasty shit Word Count: 3,024 A/N: I just wanted something with these two since it’s a rare combo haha.

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Running away from my problems (Yoongi x Reader x Jeongguk / Threesome/Smut)

Word Count: 12,3k

Genre: Fluff, Smut (Filth)

Pairing: Werewolf/ Jeon Jeongguk x Human/ Reader x Vampire/ Min Yoongi

Warnings: Cursing, riding, biting, blood(tiny bit not a lot), blowjobs, hand jobs, marking/hikies, dirty talk, oral

Summary: Studying is hard enough, but when you have two mates who tempt you just by existing? To study or not? Fake death? Or would you rather study the many ways of how to please your mates?

Authors Note: This is absolute FILTH!!!!WARNING!!! If you don’t like something like this don’t read, I gave you a warning so read at your own risk!!! I got inspired because of a post on tumblr (Sorry lost the link) and my friend who encouraged it so its her fault partly (You know who you are!! I love you) and this is the result! Enjoyyyyyyy :3

Part 1 / Part 2

‘’I’m going to punch you.’’ I warn.

‘’Ah that’s not a nice thing for you to say. Especially to your favorite boyfriend.’’ He coos only raising my temper as I glance above the paragraph I’ve been reading for the past 2 minutes over and over again since Yoongi decided he wanted to pester me. And the fact that he came from his studio which he barricaded himself into last night says a lot. Even more that he is pestering me in the first place and playing innocent.

‘’Kindly buzz off.’’ my frown deepens as I raise my hands up, to block my surroundings by placing my hands over the sides of my face. In return I get a heavy sigh, and additional weight being pressed over my back. Glancing to my right, he’s basically half lying over me still sitting in his own chair while I sit on my own behind the dining table I’ve settled myself at. It was quiet up until a few minutes ago as he was away in his own world so the apartment was peaceful. Perfect condition to study in, unlike most of the time where I have to block the enthusiastic talking and sometimes even shouting from my other boyfriend who spends his free time playing games.

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Jungkook x Reader - Game On! (Twenty)

Summary: Jungkook was the boy you had always had a crush on but after an event that leaves you heartbroken and humiliated, you cut him from your life. However, years later your paths cross again and now an adult, you swear to not let him get the better of you.

Genre: Romance, drama,

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Author: Moxie

Chapter 20

“Alright, now don’t freak out” Eric cautions you, once you both make it outside, into the cool air and onto the terrace. You had the entire place mostly to yourselves, aside from one or two people who had decided to come out for a cigarette. The air was a mixture of nicotine and cologne but you didn’t mind. Anything to get away from Jungkook’s unnerving stare. 

He was different tonight, more on edge, as though there was something unsettling him. Looking as an outsider in, it almost seemed as though you being here with Eric was what was unsettling. After all, given the way he had acted…

You pull yourself back to Eric and the terrace, refusing to waste another second thinking about Jungkook. Who cares if he was acting strange? You were here for only one thing, the free food and also to keep Eric company.

“Don’t freak out about what?“ You ask, a millisecond before Eric leans in, incredibly close. Startled, you begin to take a step back when Eric raises a hand and brings it up towards your face, his thumb and pointer together. As gentle as possible, Eric plucks something from your cheek and draws his hand back for you to see. Curiously, you look down at his hand and find that stuck between his thumb and pointer is a stray eyelash that must’ve fallen out. 

With a sudden wave of relief, you let out a sigh and laugh softly under your breath at yourself for jumping to conclusions. For a second, when Eric had leaned into it, you had thought he was going to kiss you and you had started to panic, but now that you know that wasn’t the case, you feel like a complete tool. Of course Eric wasn’t going to kiss you, moron. You think to yourself.

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Masterlist

Welcome to our mobile-friendly masterlist.

If you’d like to filter through our fiction, take a peak at our Bookshelf and Chapter Lists (Desktop only).

This list will be updated as regularly as we post.

Legend:

♡ - Popular ☆ - Romance / Fluff ★ - Smut ☼ - Humour ☾ - Angst

BY MEMBER:

Kim Namjoon:

Autumn Night | One Shot | ★ ♡  You attend an event to support Namjoon, who is the keynote speaker for the night. You can’t help but feel insecure about the attention and the advances he is receiving from the girls he lectures. You attempt to leave the event early, but he stops you, intent on reminding you exactly what you mean to him.

Stories for strangers | One Shot | ☆ ♡ A stranger on the bus turns out to have far more in common with you than you thought.

How I’m going to woo Kim Namjoon - Christmas Edition | One Shot | ☆ You and Namjoon attend the same family friend’s Christmas Party every year. This year, something changes after you spend some time together in the evening snow.

Pages of Petals | One Shot | ☆ ♡ A change in the weather stirs a sweet encounter between a florist and a bookshop owner, where one begins to learn the language of flowers.

Kim Seokjin:

Timelines | Soul Series | Chapters | Complete ☆ ★ Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 (Finale) Jin is a time traveler, trying to get a grip of his ability. He can’t quite figure out why he keeps travelling to times and moments with you.

Timelines (Trois) | One Shot | ☼ A fic with a twist.

Jin-gle Bells - Christmas Edition | One Shot | ☆ You’re lost in a hedge maze at the Christmas Carnival when you literally bump into him. Kim Seokjin. Who knew getting lost would be so fun?

By Your Side | Chapters | Complete ☆ ★ ☾♡ Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | RaMin Jin is somewhat arrogant, overly confident and a tease. All the things you find infuriating in a man and he also happens to be your housemate. It’s a wonder how you two can live together without killing each other…but it’s not like you’re anything more than friends. Right?

Min Yoongi:

Fake Love | One Shot | ♡ It wasn’t as if you hated Min Yoongi, it’s just you both never quite got off on the right foot. However, after lying about your relationship to his ex, you find yourself having to play out a fake marriage with him. You slowly develop feelings for him but can’t be sure if he feels the same way, or if it’s been an act the whole time.

Backstage | One Shot | ★ ♡ You haven’t seen Yoongi for months. He catches you backstage and shows you just how much he’s missed you.

Guardian | Souls Series | Chapters | Work in progress | ♡ Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 Min Yoongi is a cynical guardian angel assigned to look after you.

Jung Hoseok:

Kaleidescope | One Shot | ☆ ♡ A hot chocolate, a palate of colours. A private game between two strangers in a coffee shop leads to a little more.

Park Jimin:

Burning Up | One Shot | ★ ♡ Jimin spots you in an exclusive club and decides to approach you. One thing leads to another.

Kim Taehyung:

One Night Stand | Married to You Series | Chapters | Complete ☆ ♡ Chapters: 01 & 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 (The Finale) | One Night Stand One Shot A one night stand with Kim Taehyung turns into something you never would’ve expected.

Jeon Jungkook:

Game On!  | Chapters | ♡ | Work in progress Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 Jungkook was the boy you had always had a crush on but after an event that leaves you heartbroken and humiliated, you cut him from your life. However, years later your paths cross again and now an adult, you swear to not let him get the better of you. 

All:

First Love (Her) | Chapters | ☆ ♡ ☾ It all began when you were nine. A simple hello on your first day at school was all it took. Ever since you were young children, you had grown attached to each other and you, in particular, stuck to him. You were his best friend. He was your sun. 

Cookies | One Shot | ☆ ☼ Tae and Namjoon want to bake cookies but decide to set the oven at a higher temperature so they’d take less time. Jin tries to regain control of the kitchen from the cookie mixture duo but kitchen chaos ensues.

BY SERIES:

Married to You Series

One Night Stand - Kim Taehyung | Complete | ☆ ♡ Chapters: 01 & 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 (The Finale) | One Night Stand One Shot

Souls Series

Timelines - Kim Seokjin | Complete | ☆ Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 (Finale) Guardian - Min Yoongi | Work in progress | ♡ Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14

OTHERS:

BTS Fics with Twists

Timelines (Trois) | ☼

BTS Scenarios

Coffee Shop AU | ♡ ☆

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mine to claim (m) | k.th. | one-shot

🎧 good for you by selena gomez once in a lifetime by landon austin

pairing: taehyung x reader

rating: m (18+)

genre: smut | angst | fluff | alpha!taehyung | omega!reader | werewolf!au | idiots to lovers!au | fwb!au

summary: You are in love with Taehyung, your Alpha. But he just sees you as the Omega bitch that helps him relieve stress by letting him use her body however he likes. And you’ve come to be okay with that, because you know you are no good for him. But now with your heat coming up and the pressure on Taehyung to find a Queen increasing exponentially, will your ties with him severe forever? Or will they bloom into something else?

warnings: swearing + jealousy + pining + a/b/o universe stuff (talks of heats, breeding, mating, pups) + implicit sexual situations + explicit sexual situations (fingering, oral(m+f), clit slapping, clit biting, unprotected penetrative sex, dirty talk, slight degradation, praise, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, rough sex, breeding kink, knotting, some spitting, some manhandling, some marking) + dumb oblivious characters that may frustrate you + we love and appreciate park jimin in this house <3

word count: 13 k

submission for the October Games hosted by House Seokubus.

❂ Pleasure Hallows           ⁂ Hosted by: Professor Kat @yeoldontknow through @bangtansorciere

⤐  AU Type: Full Moon - A/B/O Dynamics ⤐  Themes: Werewolves/Hybrids | Mutual Pining ⤐  Kinks: Knotting, Scenting, Breeding/Impreg, Begging, Pain Kink, Praise Kink, Clit Spanking, Pussy/Cock Worship, Size Kink

note: I hadn’t written Tae since, like, May??? I missed him so much🥺 Hasn’t been beta-read because I finished proof-reading this a couple hours before posting. This month has been busy as hell as is, and now I’m being forced into on a 4-day long family trip tomorrow… RIP the Halloween fic that I have 20% written, so far - 😃

Also, praying for a speedy recovery for Tae’s calf muscles and sending him positive vibes that fill him with happiness! 🥺💕

Rest, I hope y’all like this ride with Dumb and Dumber, but please don’t kill ’em, they’re trying~ 😩💜

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— feedback is always appreciated!

You smell him before you hear him.

Thick, pungent, stifling stench of disappointment fills your lungs, prompting you to put away your computer. The reports are urgent and need to be sent in by midnight, but you need to be able to breathe to get work done. Besides, Taehyung is infinitely more important than your job to you, and you don’t care if that makes you an embarrassment to all the feminists in the world.

Coughing, you get off your bed and almost stumble your way out of your room and down the hallway to get to the door, just as the sound of keys clanging against the house’s main entrance echoes loudly in your head. You freeze in your place, focusing all your senses on his movements instead of smell.

His breathing is labored when your ears finally manage to hone in. The keys keep jangling, without actually attaching with the lock. 

Why is it taking him so long? What could have possibly happened to have him so out of sorts?

You swallow, thickly.

What is he gonna do to clear his head?

Well, having come here smelling the way he has, the answer to that one is pretty obvious.

You look down at yourself, nodding in self-approval at your shaved legs beneath your shorts which remind you of every other place you’re clean shaven at, too. You make a quick work of tugging your hair-tie off your bun, letting your hair tumble down your shoulders and back.

Perfect.

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devil on your shoulder // pjm x reader x kth

Pairing: Park Jimin x fem!reader x Kim Taehyung

Rating: E / 18+

Word count: 6k

Genre: Smut, technically a college!au

Summary: You’re supposed to go to a Halloween party, but your boyfriends change plans after weeks of barely spending any time together. And when the angel and devil looking over your shoulder both agree, who are you to resist temptation?

Warnings: dom!Jimin, dom!Taehyung, sub!reader, threesome, oral sex (m & f receiving), orgasm denial, overstimulation, creative use of ties, light bondage/blindfolding, creampie, a brief spot of rough sex, dirty talk, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you, yaknow), reader has a light corruption kink if you squint, women in suits are hot sorry i don’t make the rules (but in all honesty it was just an excuse to get the reader in a tie)

Note: a repost, part of the big blog migration. for the guys' getup, think along the lines of red filter!Jimin and zero o’clock!Taehyung 🥴

With the spooky season right around the corner, by all rights you should have been busy revelling in the pre-Halloween festivities. Most important of all; prepping your costume for Jung Hoseok’s legendary Halloween party. By all rights, except that your course work kept you so busy that you were convinced pure evil festered inside the hearts of your professors, conspiring to give you multiple deadlines on the thirty-first of October.

And that was how you ended up entrusting your boyfriends with the task of planning out a costume.

Was it a smart decision? Probably not. On more than one occasion you overheard their brainstorm sessions for throuple costumes; from the Three Stooges to the Sanderson Sisters to Mario, Luigi and Princess Peach. You’d vetoed being the sexy nun between their angel and devil—but after that they kept their ideas under wraps.

So when you left the library on a chill but sunny autumn afternoon, work finally done, it was with a mixture of trepidation and excitement that you returned to the apartment you shared with Jimin and Taehyung. Small, but affordable between the three of you. The sweet scent of caramel hung in the hallway, greeting you the moment you opened the door, followed closely by the sight of your boyfriends in full costume.

“No,” you groaned. “Guys, I vetoed this!”

“Actually, you only vetoed the nun,” Jimin pointed out, not even looking around from his work at the kitchen counter, his devil’s tail staring you in the face.

“Yeah,” Taehyung said, grinning happily at you while he readjusted the halo above his head. “Don’t worry, we got something good! Trust us!”

An actual angel telling you to trust him. What could possibly go wrong?

Clearly you had underestimated how committed they were to the ‘angel and devil on your shoulder’-bit. You sighed, resigning yourself to your fate and taking a second, closer look at the guys’ costumes.

Jimin had gone all-out, a fact that didn’t surprise you in the least. What did surprise you was the elegant suit, all in a uniform deep crimson. Pants that wrapped around his thighs and ass in a way that was appropriately sinful, a fitted shirt that showed off his waist and had just one button too many undone to be decent, completed by a jacket that fitted far better than borrowed clothes had any right to. A shimmering crimson mask covering his eyes, two horns jutting out of his silvery hair, and the smile of a tempter on his lips.

Fuck.

“Seokjin owed me a favour,” he said at your inspecting gaze, taking off his mask with a wink. “You wouldn’t believe what the theatre department has hidden away.”

Taehyung clearly had joined him in plundering their wardrobe, wearing a simple but handsome white suit—except for the lace shirt underneath, buttoned up all the way around his neck with a frill trim, one that also peeked out from under his sleeves. Perfectly angelic, if not for the skin exposed through the lace. However, the halo on his head looked poorly constructed, balancing precariously over his black hair, styled back to expose his forehead. Carton wings, covered by a thin layer of white paint, attached to clumsy strings of elastic around his shoulders. The gawky DIY vibe only made him more endearing to the eye, contrasting the sharpness of his suit.

He shrugged at your quirked eyebrow. “The one thing they didn’t have,” he said, flicking a finger against the halo. “Someone beat me to them, I improvised.”

“I gotta say, I thought you’d go the other way around,” you said, gesturing between the two of them. With all the quips about Jimin being an angel, you figured he’d jump at an opportunity to dress the part.

Taehyung vehemently shook his head. “Nu-uh. You know I’m a good boy,” he said decisively, pointing a thumb at himself.

“Besides, this suits me, don’t you think?” Jimin added with an airy giggle, turning around to show off every inch of his, frankly illegal, getup. “Anyway, I’m almost done with the apples, go get ready!”

“Do I even want to know what you got me?” you bemoaned, ignoring your boyfriends’ loud protests at your lack of trust. Changing into costume would give you a moment to recover from their appearance; gorgeous on even their off-days, the suits turned them downright dangerous.

And so you trudged to the bedroom, blinking in confusion at the getup you found neatly presented on the bed. But the dots slowly connected when you put the beige trench coat and red tie together. You chuckled, rubbing the back of your head and still vaguely mystified at their choice. Constantine, really? Where had that even come from? Well, could have been a lot worse.

The trench coat almost drowned you, oversized with your your hands barely popping out of the sleeves, but the white dress shirt and dark slacks underneath were a perfect fit to your size and figure—well, almost perfect. You couldn’t help but grumble as you plucked at the buttons of the shirt, just a touch tight over your chest. Those asses had done this on purpose, hadn’t they?

In the end you left a generous amount of buttons undone, the red tie dangling sloppily around your neck. The outfit was finished with black pumps, a pair that you usually only pulled out for formal occasions. Though you had no intention of wearing them to a Halloween party, too expensive even considering you’d bought them on sale, you were forced to acknowledge how well they went with the fitted pants; your legs had never looked longer.

“So, Constantine, but make it sexy? Was that the idea here?” you asked as you reentered the kitchen, pulling self-consciously at your shirt in an attempt to improve the fit. Completely missing the silent look your boyfriends exchanged, Jimin’s smile slowly curling into something sly but eager.

“We thought the tie and trench coat look’d be hot on you,” Taehyung said, his voice lowering, “and seems to me we were right.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said dismissively, too busy appreciating the coat’s deep pockets to fully register the compliment, “but I am not going to the party in these shoes! I won’t put them in danger like that, but I think I have something that will work if I- uh?”

Before you had even realised he was walking over, Taehyung suddenly stood in front of you, leisurely playing with your red tie in one hand, the other slipping past your coat and resting on your ass, the touch light, almost casual. “Sure,” he murmured, smile crooked like his makeshift angel wings. “But first let me enjoy the view a little, okay?”

You huffed with a pout, unwilling to show just how affected his intense gaze left you. Your workload hadn’t just kept you from getting a costume, but also from Jimin and Taehyung. You missed the physical intimacy, to either spoil them or be the target of their thorough attentions, and even just Taehyung’s appreciative look and close proximity was enough to leave you a touch needy.

You were not quite ready to admit it, though, preferring to play coy and see what they would do next. “I thought you guys were in a hurry to get to Hoseok’s party,” you teased instead, a finger playing against the lace covering Taehyung’s chest, “shouldn’t we get going?”

“That can wait,” Jimin’s voice ghosted from behind you, making you jump and almost knock into him. He steadied you with a firm hold on your hips, eyes burning into the ample cleavage the dress shirt provided him perfect view of as he glanced over your shoulder.

“Didn’t know you guys had such a thing for ties,” you said, but it was not a complaint, especially when Taehyung gently pulled on yours. Slowly he brought you closer until your chests touched, smile widening as he took you in. You blinked up at him, wetting your bottom lip. “I’ll, uh, keep that in mind for the future.”

Jimin brushed your hair out of the way, nosing over the length of your neck and raising goosebumps as he went. “Of course we do, just think of the possibilities,” he murmured, tongue darting out to flick at your earlobe. He let out a soft groan, rolling his crimson-clad hips into you. “God, we’ve missed you.”

The thought of your boyfriends waiting just as eagerly for this moment as you caused a pleasant glow to swell inside your chest—but only briefly, until Jimin mouthed at the patch of skin underneath your ear, wrapping that warmth into a tight heat that seared straight down to your core. One of his hands travelled up, palming at your breast through the shirt.

“I’ve missed you too,” you said, voice breathy. Your body was caught between conflicting instincts, simultaneously wanting to lean into Jimin but also press closer to Taehyung.

Then Taehyung made the decision for you, the hand on your ass squeezing as he forced your hips flush together and his mouth surged forward to meet your lips. Greedy swipes of his tongue against yours, his feverish hunger stocking your own flames, your hands grabbing at his broad shoulders. Even through the slacks you felt his growing bulge, a low groan swallowed by your mouth.

Behind you, Jimin had no intentions of letting you forget about him. He rocked his hips into you, trapping you between their two solid bodies, single-handedly undoing two more buttons of your shirt. Finally his fingers brushed against bare, flushed skin, slipping inside both the shirt and your bra, kneading with a hot, firm touch.

“Know what else I missed?” Taehyung growled against your mouth, his hand reaching down to boldly cup your mound.

You squeaked at the sudden pressure, his fingers insistent even through the material of your trousers. Jimin let out a dark chuckle. “Do you want him to eat you out, huh?” he asked. “Would you like that? He’s been thinking about you, you know. About getting his mouth on that pretty pussy of yours. Tasting you.”

The devil costume never fitted him better as he whispered temptations in your ear and you let out a soft whine in response. One of your hands shot up into Taehyung’s mullet, tangling into the hair curling at his neck. He moaned happily, already tugging at your belt.

“Use your words,” Jimin insisted, then nipped at your ear. “Tell Taehyung how much you want him, hm?”

“Please, please, Tae,” you said, your hips rocking into his hand by their own accord. “Want you. Want your mouth. So much. It’s been so long, fuck.”

You felt the wicked curl of Jimin’s lips against your skin. “Good girl,” he said, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

It quickly hardened under his touch, but you barely had time to process the spark of pleasure when Taehyung wasted no time undoing your pants and yanking them down to pool at your heeled feet. You tried to toe out of your shoes, but Taehyung dropped on his knees and put a gentle yet firm hand on your ankle.

“Let’s keep these on, okay?” he breathed, his bottom lip slowly dragging up your thigh.

Alarm shot through your stomach; already your knees wobbled dangerously and the guys had barely gotten started. Taehyung kneeled in front of you, the innocence of his white costume and the improvised props all falling away at the glint in his heavy-lidded eyes when he stared up at you. He leaned in slowly, never breaking eye-contact, until his nose brushed against your underwear and he pressed a deceptively chaste kiss against the soft cotton. And there was no way you would deny him.

Meanwhile Jimin’s hand slipped out of your bra and he undid your tie, nimble fingers brushing over your chest. But instead of throwing it aside, you suddenly found your vision going dark when he put the tie over your eyes. “This alright?” he asked, his voice gentle as he checked in.

Part of you wanted to object, to see the two beautiful men crowded around you, but already a familiar buzz settled in your head as your ears strained to pick up every noise, every brush against your body unpredictable and burning. So instead you nodded eagerly, surrendering to your boyfriends while Jimin secured your tie. The impromptu blindfold was not enough to turn your world pitch-black, a tiny sliver of light peeking in from underneath, but it still functioned to leave you to their mercy, only able to guess what they were going to do next.

So when Taehyung ripped down your panties and pressed his lips against yours, you jolted at the unexpected contact. Jimin wrapped an arm around you, anchoring you against his steady frame.

A large hand nudged your legs further apart, thumb rubbing slow circles on your thigh. Fingers parted your lower lips and Taehyung let out a content sound as he finally dove in proper, greedily lapping at the slick wetness gathering there.

With a cry you threw your head back against Jimin’s shoulder, caught off guard by the urgency of Taehyung’s vigour. Long, deep swipes of his tongue that flicked over your clit with every stroke, hair tickling against your skin.

Blindly your hand reached out, knocking off his halo before you found soft locks, desperate for something to hold onto, to balance your shaking knees. You inhaled sharply when a hand brushed over your chest, fingers trailing up along your throat, until they clasped your chin and tilted your head to meet a pair of plush lips in a ravenous kiss. Your free hand grabbed onto Jimin’s wrist, every moan and high-pitched whine muffled against his tongue.

But while Jimin’s mouth ravished you, Taehyung’s suddenly disappeared. You whimpered, hips instinctively trying to follow him, but Jimin held you firm against him, a telltale hardness poking into your back.

Taehyung’s hot breath fell on your wet core, drawing a needy shudder from you. “I want to hear her,” he said, his voice gravelly, fingers on your thigh twitching.

With a final nip at your lips, Jimin released you, pressing a wet kiss on your cheek. “Think you can do that for him, babe?” he asked in a deceptively airy tone. “Let Taehyungie know how good he’s making you feel.”

A thumb found your clit, lazily rubbing against the bundle of nerves, and you let out a low “nghhh”. Your stomach clenched as you waited for Taehyung to put his mouth back on you, the lack of sight only heightening the anticipation.

Jimin tutted, the fingers on your chin drifting further up. “You can do better than that,” he said, sliding two digits past your lips, pressing down on your tongue.

As though he had been waiting for this, Taehyung latched onto your clit and sucked. You cried out, moan garbled against Jimin’s fingers. Saliva rapidly gathered in your mouth as Taehyung worked with renewed energy, spurred on by the sounds that now freely spilled from your lips.

If you had any doubts that Taehyung had missed you, they would be thoroughly vanquished by the enthusiastic drag of his tongue against you. Though you couldn’t see, you heard the wet sounds of him slurping at your dripping hole with a debauched clarity, felt the vibrations of his satisfied moans. Your ankles wobbled, Jimin’s arm strong and secure around your waist as he held you up, breathing hard against your ear and slowly grinding against your back. Then two long fingers slid inside you and the sudden breach had you wailing, drool trickling down your chin. The knot in your stomach tightened, helpless to stop the stream of jumbled cries which only fuelled Taehyung’s zeal, lips capturing your clit with a suction that rapidly pushed you towards the brink.

Your hips bucked involuntarily, so caught up by the high Taehyung had you chasing that you barely registered Jimin’s fingers leaving your mouth. Close, you were so close, the neglect of these past few weeks combining with Taehyung’s sloppy rhythm into a volatile mixture that was about to burst—until a hand curled around your fingers, tangled in Taehyung’s hair and pulled. Taehyung made a noise of complaint when he was abruptly torn away from you, Jimin’s hold on your waist unforgiving as you jerked against his steel grip in a desperate attempt to find release.

“Sshh,” he soothed you, nosing at your jawline, “did you really think you could come already? You’ve been neglecting us.”

“No, no, Jimin, I-” You bit back a sob, still twitching even as your orgasm slipped away from you, the high fading and leaving a deep, unsatisfying ache in your abdomen.

“What do you think, Tae?” Jimin said, cutting off your feeble protest. “Don’t you think she has to work for it first?”

Taehyung’s hand left your thigh and you heard the shuffle of him getting back on his feet. Gentle hands undid the tie and you whimpered at the overflow of light. A tear escaped from your lashes, though you could not be sure if it was because of the brightness or the cruel denial. Fondly Taehyung stroked your cheek, his dark hair a mess, chin and lips shiny from your arousal. Now looking a far cry from angelic, he inspected the messy lines of drool on your skin and you knew with iron certainty his hunger had not been stilled in the slightest.

“Think you’re right,” Taehyung breathed, a suggestive hand on the waistband of his slacks. “How about we have her return the favour?” He tipped up your chin, licking his lips. “How about it, princess? You’re going to be a good girl for us?”

“Yes, yes, wanna be good to you,” you babbled, wiggling impatiently against Jimin’s grip, though you knew you’d drop the second he let go, legs still shaky. He chuckled at your eagerness, gently lowering you onto your knees. Immediately you reached for Taehyung’s pants, but Jimin grabbed your wrists and held them behind your back. “Wha-?”

“Just want to make sure you behave,” Jimin said, looping your tie around your wrists with elegant efficiency.

Arousal re-ignited inside you, vulnerable and on display as you kneeled in front of Taehyung, chest pushed forward and pants down, leaving you exposed to the cool air. Jimin slipped his fingers in between the tie and your skin, making sure the knot wasn’t too tight, then patted your hair and pressed a kiss on your cheek.

“Do you even know how beautiful you look like this?” he murmured. “Served up on a platter for us.”

You whined at the praise, mouth watering at the sight of Taehyung undoing his pants. You knew perfectly well what he had in store for you, and your tongue darted out to wet your lips when he tugged down his pants and boxers in one go, just enough to free his cock. He palmed at his imposing length, heavy in his hand. A prominent vein ran along the underside and your lips parted, craning forward but stopped by Jimin’s hold on your hair.

“Such a good girl,” Taehyung sighed, his free hand clasping your chin. “You want this? Want me to stuff your mouth?” His discarded halo lay next to you on the floor, strangely appropriate. The fallen angel, succumbed to the temptation in front of him, succumbed to you, bound up and presented like an offering.

“Tae…” you keened, craving to see how far you could push him, to what kind of depraved state you could take your lovely Taehyung. Instead of answering out loud, you simply opened your mouth, tongue resting on your bottom lip.

He groaned and shuffled closer, guiding his cock to your mouth. Jimin’s hand in your hair relaxed, allowing you to lean forward and gently kiss the tip, then you loosened your jaw and slipped your lips around the head. Taehyung sucked in a sharp breath as you hummed at the faint salty taste of his precum, tongue playing against the slit.

“So hungry for him,” Jimin cooed, readjusting so he sat behind you, once again lining up your bodies against each other. From the corner of your eyes you could see the red sleeve of his jacket, arm reaching down the front of your body until he reached the apex of your thigh. Fingers teased right beside your lower lips, featherlight brushes that taunted you, never quite going where you needed them to. “Did you miss Taehyungie’s cock, baby? So pretty with your lips wrapped around him.”

Pride glowed inside you as Jimin whispered filthy praises in your ear. Usually you’d use your hands for what your mouth couldn’t reach, but with that option taken away you simply tried the best you could, widening your jaw and relaxing your throat.

Taehyung breathed hard, gently rocking his hips while his hand joined Jimin’s in your hair, fidgeting with the strands. His teeth dug into his bottom lip, eyes pinned on you as he watched you take him in deeper and deeper with every bob of your head.

Grinding into you, Jimin pressed open-mouthed kisses on your neck, tongue lapping at your sensitive skin while his fingers finally slid home. He honed in on your clit at once, causing a chain reaction when you jolted from the abrupt stimulation, Taehyung’s cock hitting the back of your throat. He hissed, fingers tightening as your throat constricted around him.

“That’s it, taking me so well,” Taehyung grunted, hips jerking, struggling to keep himself under control. “Fuck, I missed that sweet mouth of yours, baby.”

You moaned in response, wishing he would let some of that control slip. Drawing back, you released him from your lips and drew soft kitten licks over the underside of his length, blinking up in innocence as you teased him.

His mouth twitched, something dark luring behind his eyes—but what you did not expect was Jimin’s hand leaving you, the steady fire he’d been stocking dying out, instead his fingers slipping between yours. He whispered in your ear, “Squeeze twice if it’s too much.”

That was all the warning given before his hold on your hair shifted, cupping the back of your head as he shoved you forward, forcing you back around Taehyung’s cock. “Cheeky today, are we?” Jimin said, words cloyingly saccharine with an edge of danger as he slid back into his role. He guided you with a steady rhythm, controlled but unforgiving. “I thought you were going to be good. Guess I’ll just have to remind you how to behave.”

Your eyes teared as Jimin forced you to take the thick girth, gagging when it hit the back of your throat. But the thought to stop never even entered your mind, the feeling of being used like this dizzying, handing over full control to Jimin as he fucked Taehyung’s cock with your mouth. Your knees began to hurt while you dripped on the floor, neglected and aching. Jimin’s light touches, the earlier denial, your body was primed for a release always kept just out of reach.

Taehyung’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, a low muttering of curses under his breath as he met you with shaky thrusts, cock pulsing against your tongue. “Gonna come,” he groaned. “Want me to fill you up, hm? Show me how starved you’ve been for my cum?”

At your enthusiastic moan, Taehyung’s grin gained a salacious edge, at odds with the delicate lace of his shirt. A lock of dark hair curled between his blown eyes, the very picture of corruption. He took control from Jimin, stilling you with just the tip inside, and growled down at you. “Then suck.”

His other hand slid feverishly over his length, glossy with precum and saliva, while you mindlessly obeyed his command, keening around him when Jimin grabbed at your breast, roughly kneading the soft flesh.

Taehyung’s breath turned to stuttering gasps, a low whine escaping him when you swirled your tongue around him. Face contorted with a pained bliss, he finally spilled inside you, fingers tightening in your hair as you swallowed the hot ropes of cum, though despite your efforts some still dribbled down your chin.

But Taehyung didn’t seem to mind, still panting as he stroked your hair, hips twitching as he let you milk him until empty. He let out a shuddery groan when overstimulation set in, pulling you off his softening cock despite your noise of protest.

His satisfied smile was almost enough to distract you from the ache in your jaw, the sudden emptiness unfulfilling. You licked your lips, trying to catch every last drop, but then Jimin tilted your head and pressed his mouth on your skin, tongue greedy as he cleaned you up. Slowly he trailed up to your mouth, but instead of kissing you he just tugged at your bottom lip, swollen and sticky between his teeth.

“You okay?” he murmured when he released you, and only now you realised how affected he sounded, his heart hammering against your back. His hips slowly grinded against you, one hand playing with the remaining buttons of your shirt.

“I’m okay, god,” you said, pushing back against him. “But I wanna come, Jiminnie… wanna come so bad.”

“Do you, huh?” he chuckled. “Then it’s time to decide if you deserve a reward or punishment.”

You moaned, rubbing your ass back against him in the hopes of enticing him into giving you what you needed. To try and seduce Park Jimin was a bold move, risky even, the playing field nowhere near level, but you were desperate enough to make the attempt.

His fingers brushed over your calf as he took off your shoes and pants. “Can’t wait to get another cock in you, can you?” he purred with a mischievous smile, then gently helped you back on your feet, completely naked from the waist down. Your legs felt stiff and unsteady all at once, grateful for Taehyung’s hands on your hips to keep you upright while your knees recovered. He gave you a crooked grin, still dopey from his orgasm.

Jimin plucked at the tie wrapped around your wrists, letting out a tinkling laugh when your fingers clutched at him, desperate to be freed so you could touch your boyfriends. You ached to run your hands over their bodies, feel the heat of their skin, the muscles working underneath. “Please,” you whimpered, desperation leaking into your voice. “Jimin, wanna make you feel good too.”

“What a sweetheart,” he said, a sardonic curve to his lips. “So selfless. What do you think, Taehyung? Has she deserved it? To have that pussy filled?” He tapped at your inner thigh, a light touch that still burnt.

Taehyung hummed thoughtfully, hands squeezing around your waist. His thumbs rubbed small circles on your skin, then he slowly leaned in to press a kiss on your lips. Gentle at the start, a shallow dip of his tongue nudging against yours—until he pushed deeper, wet muscle exploring fervently. The taste of himself on your lips only seemed to spur him on, losing track of his surroundings, pulling you flush against him, cock already returned to half-mast.

Finally he broke away, leaving you breathless and yearning. “Oh, I’d say she deserves it,” Taehyung said with a playful giggle. For just a moment he lured you into believing in those carton angel wings on his back. A short moment, until Taehyung turned you around and immediately pressed his fingers against your core, a slick sound echoing through the room as he teased at your entrance. “Look at that, Min. Don’t you want to wreck that wet hole? Doesn’t she deserve to scream?”

Taehyung’s words only fanned your frenzied arousal, dripping over his fingers. Jimin stared down, his intense gaze making you squirm just as much as Taehyung’s touch did. Your gaze flitted over his appearance, from the subtle red eyeshadow to the criminally well-fitted suit to the horns poking out of his silver hair, pillowy lips set in a firm line. For just a second his expression was an unreadable mask, then he grabbed at the button and zipper of his crimson slacks.

“Lucky girl,” he said, turning on the charm, his entire body radiating allure as he stepped closer, crowding into your space. Just like Taehyung, Jimin only pulled down his trousers as far as he had to to take out his cock, tip weeping and skin flushed an angry red. “But you’ll have to hold on tight, with how hard I’m going to fuck you.”

Once again proving what an efficient team they were, Taehyung instantly undid your tie, throwing it to the side. Just for good measure he took off the remainder of your clothes too, leaving you naked between them. The lace of his shirt pressed against your bare back, cock nested against your ass while his hand slid back between your thighs.

Meanwhile, you gratefully took advantage of your freedom by clutching onto Jimin with one hand, the other cupping his cheek. You tried to bring him in for a kiss but he resisted, instead doing an experimental swipe through your folds, fingers brushing against Taehyung’s. They came back glazed with your juices, bringing a graceful smile to his face. “God, you’re drenched,” he said. “If I’d known a few weeks without us would turn you into such a desperate mess… We might have to do this again sometime.”

Just the thought of going so long without your boyfriends again made you squirm, shaking your head. “Please, Jimin, plea—ah!”

He chuckled while Taehyung shoved two fingers inside you, a quick pump that left you reeling. Taehyung moaned, mouthing at your neck. “So wet,” he growled. “I bet you can just slide right inside her, no prep needed.”

Your head spun at the sudden fullness, but it was not enough, not near enough. You nodded in vehement agreement, babbling senselessly for Jimin, for his cock. He grabbed at your ass with a pleased glint in his eyes, then put his hands on your thighs and lifted you up. Taehyung’s grip on your hips returned and you squeaked as they pinned you between them, legs wrapping around Jimin’s waist. And in one smooth motion, he thrust inside you.

You cried out, your entire body rearing to life as you finally got what you craved. True to his word, Jimin’s fast pace had you scrambling at his shoulders, nails digging into his jacket. The fluid snap of his hips quickly had you chasing that high again, pressure in your abdomen rising.

Behind you, Taehyung groaned as he rutted against you, fully hard and matching Jimin’s pace. His hands squeezed almost painfully, laboured breath falling against your ear. Whispering praises, punctuated by stray curses, unravelling at the portent of his second climax.

However, you could not focus on Taehyung for long, your attention demanded by Jimin who brought you back to the precipice almost alarmingly fast. Though by no means small, he was not as big as Taehyung—but did that even matter with the way his hips swivelled against yours? Agile and precise, knowing just how to hit the right spots. Leaving your brain and body unable to keep up with the barrage of pleasure, sparks running through your limbs all the way to your extremities, toes and fingers clenching as you clung onto Jimin. Finally your mouth found his, the sloppy press of his tongue betraying his own impending climax.

Jimin grunted against you and adjusted his grip, one arm snaked underneath you and trusting Taehyung to help keep you up, while the other slipped between your bodies. Thumb circling your clit, he grinned in satisfaction when you jolted in their hold.

“That’s it,” he gasped, never letting up on his rhythm. “You can come now. Let go.”

His encouragements, how he rolled your clit between two fingers, Taehyung’s low curses, all of it wrapping up into a sharp lance of heat, pounding deeper into you with every smack of Jimin’s hips against yours, every drive of his cock inside you. You garbled out a cry, clamping around him when all that pressure was released, throwing your muscles into a spasm. Jimin swore under his breath, stuttering against you, your tightening walls dragging him over the edge with you. With soft but high-pitched moans he spilled hot inside you, uneven whines muffled against your lips.

You began to wiggle in his grasp when his fingers stayed firm on your clit, prolonging your orgasm until pleasure edged into pain, his cock deep inside you. Jimin shushed you with deceptively tender kisses, languid drags of his tongue against yours. Thighs quaked as your legs began to slip from around his waist, but Taehyung’s hands stayed firm on your hips, forcing you to take it.

Even the emptiness as Jimin slipped out of you could offer no relief. Your nails dug into his jacket, sight blurring with unshed tears; the rest of the world disappearing as you basked in the overstimulation even while your body tried to escape it. Then his fingers were gone, lips planting soft kisses on your jawline as he grabbed your ass, pulling you firmly against him.

The loss sent your mind spinning, the reprieve both welcome and unsatisfying—but you only got a moment to adapt before you felt Taehyung press against you, tip gliding through your swollen folds. “Want me to fuck you, princess?” he rasped. “You’re still hungry for more cock, aren’t you?”

“Ngh,” you whimpered uselessly, head lolling back against Taehyung, cheek pressed against the white lace.

“Of course she is,” Jimin answered for you, with a tired but sly grin, perfectly matching his costume. “So greedy, our girl.”

You nodded, trying to angle your hips towards Taehyung while you finally found your voice. “Need you, please, Tae, I need you inside me.”

Taehyung inhaled deeply, nosing at your hair as he slicked himself up with the mixed juices of you and Jimin. “Then you’ll get me,” he said, and you barely had time to process his words before he pressed inside, a divine stretch as he filled you. He hissed, chest hammering against your cheek, and right away you knew he wouldn’t last long.

It didn’t matter.

Fingers digging into your ass, Jimin latched onto your breast, sucking and biting at the supple flesh. Combined with the frantic thrusts of Taehyung, hitting your g-spot with every drag, you could not withstand their attentions for long. Even without direct stimulation against your clit, you rushed towards a second high, swelling up from deep inside your stomach. Jimin’s teeth tugged at your nipple, Taehyung’s hips smacked against your skin—everything weaving together into an undeniable force that gradually built up into an intense surge, hot tendrils spreading through your body, wrapping around you until they snapped. Your back arched as you came, convulsing in your boyfriends’ arms, jaw slack with a soundless cry.

Taehyung groaned, slamming into you until his hips faltered, hot ropes of cum mingling with Jimin’s. Panting hard, he slipped out of you, and you felt the slow leak of their combined seed on your thighs.

Gently they set you back on your feet, careful to make sure you did not fall over right away. You chuckled at how delicately they handled you now, soft touches over your sweaty, naked skin. The contrast between their almost fully clothed bodies was not lost on you—though their once pristine suits were now crumpled and soiled with sweat and other bodily juices.

“Seokjin is going to kill you two,” you laughed, reaching out to run your hands through their dishevelled hair.

Taehyung pressed a soft kiss on your shoulder. “Totally worth it.”

“And what about the party?” you said, suppressing a shiver as the heat dissipated and you began to feel the chill.

“Hm, there’s always next year,” Jimin said airily, wrapping his arms around you. “How about we get you cleaned up first?”

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Créme De La Créme

Summary: The scale of supply and demand moves back and forth and your body doesn’t know how to keep up. Good thing you have a trio of thirsty cat hybrids to help you out when it’s too much for you to handle.

Pairing: f. cow hybrid Reader x cat hybrids Taehyung, Jimin, Jungkook

Genre: Smut, fluff, minor angst

Warnings: NSFW, focuses a lot on boobs and lactation kink, describes the Reader as having large breasts, light jealousy, misunderstandings, mentions puberty, poly relationships, mxm, fxm, fxmxmxm, foursome, kissing, oral sex (f and m receiving), rim job (m receiving), anal sex (m receiving), vaginal sex, double penetration (f receiving), language, dom!Jimin, sub!Jungkook, switch!Taehyung (though shown really as mostly dom), sub!Reader, lots of bodily fluids, multiple orgasms

Word Count: 10,080

A/N: Thank you so much @yoongsgguktae and @tipsydipsydo​ for letting me yell about this work at yall and giving me your opinions. This was just supposed to be a short pwp about boobs but it largely became boobs and drama. Completely self indulgent, but I hope yall enjoy too!

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beast {m}

↳ Summary: The last thing you expected was for Jeongguk to be a werewolf, let alone for the rumors about full moons to be true. So what do you do when your werewolf boyfriend runs off into the woods alone? You follow, of course!

↳ Warnings: creampie, rough sex, knotting, thigh riding, grinding, biting, marking, choking, bondage, bruising, spanking, possessive!jeongguk, werewolf!jeongguk, squirting, anal play, sadism/masochism undertones, nipple play, blood choking, blood play, blood kink, hair pulling, rough and completely unsafe blowjobs, unrealistic sex (MC takes it like a champ), gallons and gallons upon gallons of cum, this is so filthy, but what’s new :’) (for my boo that I know is stressing over Anomaly©️ @ekslfls )

↳ Italics = Flashbacks

↳ prompt:  “nowhere to run, come here right now. cause when the sun goes down, the beast comes out.”

Sometimes you vaguely wondered if your life was even real anymore, the events not showing you that it was. No one that was relatively sane would believe their boyfriend was a werewolf, nor would they stick around to find out.

But that was the difference between you and other girls, you believed and you definitely stuck around to find out.

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THE BET

Taehyung, Jimin, and Namjoon are bored at a party, so they decide to spice things up with a bet.

word count: 9.874  genre: smut

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物の哀れ ~ ( the sadness of things )

( Note : This is just a personal post for myself. I’m trying to just make a record of how the fic was conceived and all that I experienced, writing this fic ) 

Inspiration :

So, I ran into an article on Japanese words and I was incredibly fascinated by the phrase , Mono no aware or the pathos of things : Basically the sadness of things. It was a very unusual concept to me because it could be interpreted in so many ways. 

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floored | jhs, jjk, pjm

synopsis: in the midst of your reunion with your boyfriend after not seeing each other for some time, you're interrupted by two sets of eyes. not wanting to waste the opportunity, hoseok proposes a foursome and hey, "the more, the merrier", right?

pairing: hoseok x f!reader | jungkook x f!reader | jimin x f!reader

wc: 5.2k

genre/rating/au: 18+ | est. rel. & idol au | smut

warnings: pwp • foursome • oral (m. & f. receiving) • unprotected sex • multiple orgasms • semi-public sex • fingering • light spanking • creampie • dirty talk • name calling (pet) • slight edging • a brief appearance of moon's mirror kink

author's note: part of the bccsg event where i re-did an old work.

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m.list | ao3

The clock chimes five times when you look up from your assignment. Bleary-eyed, you have no idea how late it has gotten, the office deserted save for the few janitors starting their jobs. You yawn and stretch, finally feeling the soreness of your back after spending hours hunched over your computer.

Pulling a duffel bag from underneath your desk, you rummage through its contents, going through the mental checklist to make sure that you have all your things for your sleepover with your boyfriend.

The two of you often have opposite schedules and as Hoseok's fame grows, the time you spend with him shrinks. After planning for months, you've finally found a time where your schedules matched up. A weekend full of lounging around in your pajamas while watching movies and eating your weight in junk food is just what the doctor ordered. You exit your office building with a bounce in your step, humming happily while thinking of Hoseok.

The walk to the train station from your workplace is short but the throng of people waiting to get inside the cars causes a significant delay. You really should've left earlier. Sighing, you busy yourself with your phone, trying to keep your space in line and occasionally glaring at an unfortunate soul that dares to tread over your foot.

A small beep from your phone breaks you from your thoughts. You turn it on, seeing the happy faces of you and Hoseok together. He's sent a message.

my sunshine: @ the dance studio! :) can't wait for you!

You smile at the text. Although your weekend is free reign, Hoseok must still be busy trying to perfect his dance moves for a future performance. His dedication to his craft is one of the reasons why you fell in love with him in the first place. There's something comforting in his eyes as you watch it twinkle when he talks about an upcoming concert or when he manages to perfect a particularly hard move.

After the last straggler leaves the train car, you are ushered inside by the people behind you, a wave of bodies pushing to get inside. You lean against a pole as you watch the scenery of stops pass you by. The city is bathed in oranges and yellows, the sun waving its last goodbyes as the train lurches on. When the robot assistant informs you of your stop, the platform is thankfully empty and you're able to make your way outside without bumping into any more bodies before sending a quick text to inform Hoseok of your whereabouts.

You almost trip on the uneven sidewalk when your phone chimes and you open up the text to find a picture of a half-naked Hoseok smiling devilishly attached to his message.

my sunshine: cum quickly ;)

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The speed in which you walk into the dance studio could rival a particularly cartoonish blue hedgehog. You spare the receptionist a quick wave and he only nods in response, a barely there smile gracing his lips before his eyes return to the computer in front of him.

Your sneakers squeak on the hardwood flooring when you turn sharply into the corridor lined with darkened practice rooms. It doesn't take a genius to find where Hoseok is located, especially with the heavy bass thrumming out of the only occupied room.

Peeping inside, you are struck with the image of your very sweaty boyfriend hip-thrusting the air before standing up and turning his body in a series of twists. When the song ends, he goes down on one knee, arms outstretched before pulling them close to his chest. With his eyes falling close, he paints a heart-wrenching picture of agony. He posed for an additional second, trying not to breathe too hurriedly before standing up and moving towards the Bluetooth speakers.

The image of Hoseok on his knees burns into your mind, and you whimper softly, feeling a familiar stickiness between your legs. Before your thoughts travel further, you knock on the door and let yourself in. “Wow, Hoseok, that was amazing!” you cheer, dropping your bag on the floor as you run towards him.

Hoseok’s eyes widen as you get closer, and you barely spare him a fraction of a second to catch you as you leap into the air. He’s thankfully able to wrap his arms around your waist with an ‘oof’, laughing loudly when you collide to his chest. Hoseok spins you around before kissing your hair and putting you down. "Hi, I've missed you too," he whispers softly before claiming your mouth with his.

The sudden kiss does you no favors and you inhale his familiar cologne as you pull him closer, hands fisting the front of his shirt. You nibble on his bottom lip, eliciting a low groan from his throat. The sound makes your head swim, making you focus on the cloud of lust that fogs your mind. Just as your tongue traces his bottom lip, he pulls away and you gasp sharply at the sudden lack of warmth.

"I'm sweaty," he answers to your unspoken question.

"Hoseok, I don't care…" you whine. "I want you. Here. Right now."

"Have you eaten?" he asks instead, holding you at arm’s length. "Let's order food and go home."

You tilt your chin to the side, eyes turning into slits. You answer his question with a pointed one of your own, "What's gotten into you?"

Hoseok shuffles from foot to foot, the corners of his mouth forming a small triangle. "I guess I'm just a little nervous. We haven't seen each other in a while."

"I'm a little nervous too," you admit. "Tell you what – let’s just go home and enjoy some movies, yeah? I'm ready to stuff myself full of popcorn." You give him your best smile, threading your fingers in his to ease the tension.

Thankfully, Hoseok nods and returns your smile with a blinding one of his own, dipping his head down to kiss you gently, murmuring 'thanks' into your parted lips. You press your bodies together again, circling your arms around his neck to tug at the ends of his hair. The kiss is slow, your lips gliding together in a silent conversation as Hoseok's hands massages your hips. A sigh escapes your lips when you part and you press your foreheads together, your bodies swaying to a silent rhythm only the two of you can hear.

"Ready?" you whisper, pulling away to grab your bag.

Hoseok stands in place. There’s an odd tone in his voice when he calls your name, and you turn around to catch a quick glimpse of his set jaw before he pulls you by the waist and crashes his lips back on yours.

"I lied," he rasps between kisses, breathing heavily as his hand travels down to squeeze your ass. "I don't think I can wait any longer."

You whimper when Hoseok slips his tongue into your parted mouth, drinking you in as he lowers you to the floor. He grunts when you scrape your teeth along his tongue, and he rolls his hips into your centre to retaliate.

You're a mess. Back pressed against the hardwood flooring. Still fully clothed.

"Are you dripping for me already, baby?" he whispers, removing himself from your sweet lips to latch onto your neck instead.

"Fuck yes," you moan, tilting your head to expose more of your throat while your hands busy themselves in his platinum blonde hair. "Hoseok, you fee—"

Your moans are interrupted when the door opens suddenly, a familiar voice calls out from the doorway.

"Hey, Hobi, are you still practi—Oh, shit! Sorry!”

You push Hoseok away with a yelp, wide eyes staring straight to the doorway to meet two pairs of equally stunned, brown eyes belonging to Jimin and Jungkook.

"Umm… hey guys," you chuckle awkwardly, face heating up in embarrassment.

Thank God you're still clothed.

The two statues remain impassive and the silence that covers the studio feels like a heavy blanket, threatening to push the air from your lungs. You turn to Hoseok, eyes begging him to say something, but to your surprise, he offers them a lopsided grin at the boys as though you weren't just caught dry humping on the practice room floor.

"So, what are you guys up to tonight?" Hoseok asks with a slight tilt to his voice.

What the fuck was he playing at?

Jimin gulps, blinking furiously before grabbing Jungkook by the arm to tug him away, but the youngest member wouldn't budge, eyes glued to your sitting figure on the floor.

"Kook, let's go,"Jimin hisses, shaking the youngest’s arm in an attempt to haul him away from the doorframe. "Holy shit, really sorry to bother you!" he calls out, but just before the door slams shut behind him, Hoseok calls out to the retreating figures.

"Wait!"

Your wide eyes haven't left your boyfriend's face. His jaw is set and there's a familiar tilt of his chin that's evident when he thinks. Though he's staring at the two men in the doorway, when he talks, he's addressing you. "You're more than welcome to say no, but we've talked about our fantasies before and this seems like the best situation as any.”

To say you’re confused is an understatement, and you scrunch your brows to the centre of your forehead. “What are you talking about, babe?”

“I mean, how about a foursome?"

The way Hoseok utters the question is as though he’s wondering what you want to eat for dinner. You gape openly at your boyfriend, unable to believe your ears. "What the fuck?"

Hoseok finally turns to you and offers a cheeky smile. "Okay, when we first started dating, you said you had a dream where Jungkook and Jimin—"

"Shut the fuck up!" you shriek, lunging at your boyfriend to clamp his mouth shut with your palm. "You swore you'd keep it a secret!"

"I didn't even get to finish," he mumbles into your hand followed by a laugh. “But, hey, here’s your chance to turn it into reality. Only if you want to though.”

You gulp, searching his face to see if he’s joking. Hoseok shrugs and you could only muster a small nod because you’re sure your voice would break should you try to speak at this rate.

Hoseok seizes your hands and turns your body so you sit between his legs. You whimper out loud when you feel his hard cock pressed up against your back. He hums approvingly, his hand coming to cup your chin, tilting your head gently to the side so he could nibble the shell of your ear.

"The two of you need to consent too," he smiles to the two younger men. "And, hey, we can act like this never happened if you choose to walk out the door."

Jungkook steps in almost immediately, wrestling out of Jimin’s hold to walk towards where you’re currently sitting. He kneels on the floor in front of you, his wide, brown eyes staring up at you. "I'd love to join in, if you'll have me," he whispers, giving you a small smile that shows off his dimples. You can only nod, offering your own smile to Jungkook.

“Jimin?” Hoseok asks and you turn your gaze to the last dark-haired man standing on the doorway, his hand still stuck on the handle. “Come on, make your decision. We can’t keep a lady waiting, yeah?”

The younger man says nothing, but you watch him swallow. It takes a little bit for Jimin to decide, but when he closes the door and locks it behind him, your heart speeds up; a nervous anticipation flowing in your bloodstream. His footsteps are slow as he makes his way to the three of you before he sinks to his knees, eyes searching your face for any discomfort. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Jimin questions, a comforting lilt in his voice.

You nod furiously, only for Jimin’s eyes to darken and he clicks his tongue in disapproval. You wince at the harsh sound, wondering what you did in the last few seconds that caused his frown. When he speaks, his voice is much deeper, “Use that pretty mouth of yours to talk, hm?”

“Y-Yes,” you mutter quietly, barely a whisper.

Jimin reaches out and thumbs at your lower lip, eyes flickering between you and Hoseok. You feel Hoseok’s hand on your back as you lean forward, eyes closing when Jimin gets closer to meet your lips.

“Mmh—” you moan into the kiss, crawling over to sit on his lap.

Your hips take a mind of its own as you grind down on his hardening length. Jimin gasps into the kiss before pushing his tongue into your mouth. You feel an extra set of hands under your shirt and you break apart from Jimin to turn around to find Jungkook, eyes half-lidded as he leans down to take a turn with your lips. Jimin attaches his mouth to your neck, sucking gently on the base of your throat before moving higher to trail kisses over your jaw.

“Pretty,” Jimin husks, his hands tugging the hem of your blouse.

You break apart momentarily to discard your shirt and bra, squishing your tits together and smirking at the three set of eyes that stare at your naked chest. “Like what you see?” you mumble, your hands coming up to pinch your own nipples.

Rolling your eyes when they don’t react, you turn to grab Hoseok’s hand to place it over your tit. “Don’t just sit there,” you whine. “Touch me.”

It’s all the push the stunned figures need before they jump into action. Hoseok groans as he massages your tits, his expert and familiar hands warm on your body. Jungkook grabs your face in his tattooed hand to steal more kisses after discarding his own shirt, providing you with ample view of his muscled chest and abs. You rake your hands across his chest, thumbing his own nipples and you feel proud when you hear Jungkook groan.

“Fuck—you’re so hot,” Jungkook grunts into the kiss, nibbling on your bottom lip.

Jimin slowly lowers you down to the floor, kneeling down between your legs to take off your pants. He kisses your thighs and you gasp into Jungkook’s mouth, arching your chest forward to Hoseok’s awaiting hands. A hand winds itself in Jimin’s black hair, your hips jumping slightly every time his mouth grazes your clothed centre.

Hoseok leans closer to swirl his tongue around your nipple, pinching and tugging the other with his hand. “God, I love your tits,” he mumbles, grazing your sensitive nub with his teeth.

You gasp loudly at the feeling of so many hands all over your body and your mind slips closer to incoherence as you screw your eyes shut to savor the overwhelming sense of pleasure.

“Jimin!” you yelp, tugging the black strands harshly when he pushes your panties to the side to lick a broad stroke from your entrance to your clit. Jimin smiles against your cunt, his finger teasing your pulsing hole as he prods at the entrance while his mouth sucks your folds.

The breath knocks out of you as he shifts his attention to your clit, alternating between sucking and swirling the sensitive nub with his tongue. Without warning, he pushes a finger into your pussy and the groan that escapes your lips was so loud that Jungkook covers your mouth with his hand.

“Be quiet, pet,” the youngest member coos, stroking your hair gently. The nickname makes your shiver and Jungkook grins at your reaction. “Oh, you like that, huh?”

“Nah, be as loud as you want, baby, let’s make the employees that are still here jealous, yeah?” Hoseok snickers before biting down on your tit.

You hear a series of chuckles when you cry out his name, though your senses are muddled because Jimin takes the opportunity to insert another finger into your quivering hole.

“Now, now, you can’t be the only one having fun,” Jungkook chides teasingly, removing your hand from his chest to place it on his hard cock instead. “Fuck, you feel that?” he grunts when your fingers wrap around his length. “You got me so hard.”

With shaky fingers, you pull down his white sweatpants and boxers to release the trapped member and you take a second to admire his cock, standing proudly upright as the purple-ish head begins to release precum. There’s a curve to his cock that you don’t see in Hoseok and you swallow loudly as you imagine taking his length into your throat.

“Come here,” you whisper.

Jungkook helps you sit up, kneeling next to your head as Hoseok extracts himself to just watch, a proud smirk on his face. “You can take Jungkook’s cock in one go, right, baby?” he taunts, stroking your hair as you nod furiously.

Hoseok pushes your head as you wrap your lips around Jungkook’s cock, looking up at the dark-haired man as he hisses. He’s slightly longer than Hoseok and you have a hard time adjusting to his length when he pushes past your lips. When he hits the back of your throat, there’s still a few inches left and you relax your muscles before sinking deeper until your nose brushes the soft curls on his skin. Tears spring into your eyes and Hoseok’s large hand makes it impossible for you to move away, so you breathe in as evenly as you could while your fingers dig into Jungkook’s muscular tights.

“Fuck—your mouth feels so good,” Jungkook shudders as he moans.

“Good girl. I’ve trained you well, hm?” Hoseok whispers, kissing your shoulder as his grip on your hair tightens. “Show him what you can do.”

Despite his words, it’s Hoseok that moves your head in a rhythm and you have no choice but to keep your mouth open as he helps bob your head up and down Jungkook’s length. You keep your eyes on the youngest member, trying desperately not to choke. Hoseok removes his hand from the back of your head, letting Jungkook take control.

Jimin takes the chance to speed up his fingers and you moan around Jungkook’s length. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—” Jungkook curses, his own hips snapping to meet the thrusts.

Hoseok removes his pants and extracts your hand away from Jimin’s hair, so you could jerk him off simultaneously. You alternate between blowing your boyfriend and Jungkook, your jaw and hands beginning to cramp as the two men crave your attention. Through it all, Jimin’s fingers continue to rub your sweet spot and you add to the harmony of moans with your own as you feel the orgasm approaching quickly.

“Your cunt is clenching so tightly around my fingers, pet.” You hear Jimin rasp from between your legs. “Are you gonna cum soon?”

Your response to Jimin’s question is a muffled whimper as Jungkook plunges his cock into your mouth. The wet squelches and ragged breathing sounds are sharp in your ears, making your toes curl as shockwaves rush down your spine. Your orgasm is approaching rapidly, the waves slamming repeatedly into your battered figure.

“What do you think, Hobi? Should we let her cum?”

You barely hear Jimin’s question, too focused on his fingers slamming repeatedly into your aching cunt. You think you stopped breathing when Jimin slows his thrust, the scream dying in your lips when it’s Hoseok’s turn to stuff your face full of his cock.

“Shit—you’ve been so good to us, huh, baby? What do you think? Do you deserve to cum?” Hoseok grunts, pushing your head down to the hilt.

You attempt to nod, blinking tearily at your boyfriend. Relief floods your chest when Hoseok responds, “Give her a taste. It’s only right that we treat our toy nicely,” and you show your appreciation by licking the tip of his dick and hollowing your cheeks as you suck.

Jimin hums, sounding disappointed, but he picks up his speed, curling and uncurling his fingers inside you as he returns his mouth to suck at your clit. You moan louder, eyes screwing shut as the orgasm continues to build and it takes all your strength to avoid gritting your teeth when electric currents shoot down your spine.

Hoseok’s splays his hand on your tummy, pushing lightly to hold your body in place as you thrash wildly against his hold. You remove yourself from his dick as the coil snaps, waves upon waves of pleasure rendering your mind useless as you cry out Jimin’s name in a hoarse voice, flooding the hardwood floor below with your arousal.

He slows his thrusts before exiting out of your cunt. Jimin drinks your arousal before biting the inside of your thighs, making you yelp. “Good girl,” he praises before bringing his fingers to spread slick over your lips. “Open wide, baby.”

In a drunken haze, you part your lips to let Jimin put his soaked fingers into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around Jimin’s digits, groaning when you taste yourself. The way he’s fucking your mouth with his fingers in combination with the sight of his drenched face and swollen lips has your cunt clenching around nothing, the desire still alive in your veins.

Jimin finally exits your mouth and the three men stare at you while you come down from your high, eyes barely opening. Jungkook moves to situate himself behind you, pressing his chest to your back as he peppers kisses on your shoulders.

“Are you doing okay?” Hoseok asks gently after a while, standing up to grab a cup of water before handing it to you.

You’re grateful as you gulp the water down, the coolness easing your raspy throat before handing the paper cup back to Hoseok’s awaiting hand. After a few deep breaths, you smile brilliantly. “I’m okay, I can’t be the only one that gets to cum, right?”

Hoseok only laughs, kissing the top of your head. “That’s my girl,” he praises. “I’m just gonna watch for a bit. Tell these boys what you want, hm?”

A smirk appears on your lips as gaze flicker between the two dark-haired men. “Fuck me.”

Jimin growls, massaging your thighs harshly before removing his sweatpants. “On your hands and knees, baby,” he commands, patting your thighs as you shakily abide his request. He strokes his cock a few times before positioning the head on your entrance. He doesn’t take the slow approach, parting your ass cheeks before ramming his dick all the way inside of your wet walls in one fluid motion.

“Fuck!” you grunt, your eyes falling shut and you grit your teeth as your walls spasm to accommodate his girth.

When he begins to thrust in slowly, it takes everything in you not to collapse back on the floor, your limbs turning into jelly as Jimin’s cock brushes against your sensitive walls.

“Look in front of you, pet,” Jungkook chuckles, tapping your cheek lightly with his fingers. You open your eyes to a reflection of you in the mirror and you’re barely able to keep looking at the messy hair and ruined makeup. “You’re so fucked out and we’ve barely just started.”

Jungkook kneels in front of your face, blocking your view of the mirror. A proud smile graces his handsome features as he strokes your cheek delicately with his thumb. “Open wide for me, just like last time, yeah?”

You whimper, cunt clenching around Jimin’s length as you remembered the brutal pace Jungkook sets when he fucks your face.

“Shit, you just got tighter,” Jimin hisses from behind. His hands grip your ass cheeks in a steady hold as he increases his pace, the loud slapping of skin against skin ringing in your ears as Jungkook taps your lips with the head of his cock several times.

Opening your mouth wide, Jungkook pushes his cock to the back of your throat, his rhythm matching Jimin. You moan loudly, your limbs shaking with exhaustion as the men use your holes for their own pleasure.

“God, I’m getting jealous here,” Hoseok chuckles, returning to kneel next to your body. “You’re doing so good, baby. You look so pretty taking both of their cocks.”

Hoseok caresses your back, sending shivers down your spine. As you’re rocked back and forth between the two men, Hoseok brings his fingers on your clit, rubbing circular motions on your nub. Your eyes widen instantly, a scream muffled by the cock in your mouth. The sensations are too much and you feel the familiar burn in your abdomen that’s threatening to consume you whole.

“Oh, fuck— you’re so tight for me, baby, I’m going to fucking cum at this rate,” Jimin grunts, body shivering.

“Cum inside me, please,” you beg as you take lungful of air before sucking Jungkook’s cock again.

Jimin groans in response, his thrusts starting to falter. “Fuck! I’m cumming—shit,” he curses, pushing himself deeper as he reaches his high. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel the warmth as Jimin paints your insides white with his cum. He thrusts a few times before exiting.

“Holy fucking shit,” Jimin curses, lying down on the hardwood floor as he catches his breath.

Though your face is still stuffed with Jungkook’s cock, you can’t help the satisfied grin on your face after hearing Jimin’s ragged breathing, but it’s soon wiped clean when you feel the blunt head of your boyfriend’s cock against your entrance. “My girlfriend is such a filthy whore. I’m gonna make sure that you don’t waste any of our cum,” he taunts, pushing himself inch by inch.

Your only response is a pathetic whimper, mouth too full of Jungkook’s cock. The younger man hasn’t said much and when you look up past the curtain of tears, it is a sight to behold. Looking like a Greek statue coming to life, Jungkook has his head tipped back, mouth hanging open as he moans quietly. His dark hair is plastered on his face and his brows are tightly drawn to the centre of his forehead as he focuses on his pleasure. Praying that you have enough strength to hold your weight with one hand, your cup his balls and massage them, eliciting a sharp gasp of your name as he picks up his pace.

“Fuck!” Jungkook mutters.

Hoseok exits your cunt, leaving only the tip inside before slamming back in. The hand that was on Jungkook’s balls return to his shapely thighs, your knuckles turning white as you sink your nails on his flesh to hold you steady.

“Baby, how are you still so fucking tight?” Hoseok grunts, slamming into you repeatedly.

Your head is a mess of sensations, the small ember in your abdomen now a blazing fire. Your high arrives much quicker this time, the familiar shape of your boyfriend’s cock sending you into overdrive as he fucks you hard and fast.

“I can’t—” Jungkook grunts. He holds your head with two of his hands and he increases his pace, his balls slapping against your chin. “I’m gonna—fuck!”

With a heaving breath and a long, drawn-out moan of your name, Jungkook thrusts his cock deep into your mouth, spilling his seed down your throat. You do your best to drink it all, not letting a drop spill out as you suck, trying to focus on his pleasure before your own. His body shudders as he exits your mouth, painting your lips with the last of his cum as he smirks down at you.

“Shit—that was good,” he comments, breathing shakily as he leans back on the floor with his elbows while taking in lungful of air.

“And then there was one,” Jimin snickers from somewhere behind you. His feet pad softly on the floor until he kneels down by your head. “Such a pretty lipstick you have on, baby.”

Jimin kisses you as Hoseok continues to drive his cock into your battered walls, dragging out your orgasm repeatedly until you’re barely able to kiss Jimin back, your senses clouded with only the thought of your boyfriend’s cock inside of you.

As Jimin pushes his tongue inside your mouth, you feel a rough pair of hands on your tits. You crack your eyelids open to find Jungkook in your periphery, leaning down to kiss your shoulders as he pinches your nipples. Hoseok snakes a hand to rub circles on your clit, breathing staggered as he chants your name.

For the second time that day, the waves of pleasure make your toes curl and you release yourself from Jimin’s mouth to moan. “Hoseok—I’m gonna—” you manage to cry.

Jungkook’s rough hands continue to fondle your tits as he leaves bite marks all over your shoulders. “Let go, pet, we’re right here,” he murmurs into your ear.

“Fuck, I’m close too, baby, I’m gonna fuck my cum deep inside you,” Hoseok groans as he speeds up.

Hoseok shoves his cock deep inside your pussy when your walls spasm around his length, the orgasm washing over both of you in great waves. You feel the hot spurts of cum spilling inside your walls and your nails dig deep into the hardwood floors of the practice room while your body shudders against his grip. There’s a loud ringing in your ears as you come down from your high, and with shaky limbs, you lower yourself onto the cold floor.

You hear three sets of voices coo and praise you, but you’re too far gone to listen. Jimin places your head on his lap, raking your hair with his gentle fingers. You hiss when you feel a warm, damp towel between your legs, though you’re grateful that someone’s helping to clean you up.

“Mmh—need kisses,” you mumble, voice barely audible from the exhaustion. You manage to crack an eye open to find Jungkook leaning over to claim your lips. He parts for a bit to help you sit up and drink water before returning with kisses.

“You’re so good to us, baby,” Hoseok whispers, massaging your thighs with his deft hands.

Gradually, the ringing stops and your vision is no longer spotty. Your legs still feel like jelly as you try to stand and Hoseok chuckles quietly before he helps you into your clothes.

“Did it feel good?” Jungkook asks, stroking your head while you lean on Hoseok’s shoulder.

You nod, the corners of your lips turning up into a smile.

“Well, I’m glad,” Jimin responds with an equally dazzling grin.

The two younger men kiss both your cheeks as you gather your things, leaving you and Hoseok alone in the practice room.

“So, was it a dream come true after all?” he jokes. It earns him a punch on the shoulder, and he pouts playfully.

“Shut up,” you mumble. “Let’s get out of here.”

When the two of you leave the practice room, the receptionist at the desk refuses to meet your eyes as you wave goodbye.

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HOT DILFS TAKE A COMPANY TRIP TO MALTA !

-> MASTERLIST

summary: seven of the highest executives at BigHit Industries take a company business trip. Who knows what they'll get up to, or who they'll meet there.

rate: 18+

pairing: ot7 × reader

warnings: age gap (aged up bangtan), s2l, dom/sub dynamics, infidelity, pwp, explicit smut (different per chapter; warnings stated at the top of each)

status: completed

a/n: making this into a series bc i cant stop thinking abt them 😒 the hold they have on me is... sjsksl anyways lmk what you think! <3 + main m.list

• INTRO

1 ↠ JIMIN

2 ↠ HOSEOK

3 ↠ NAMJOON

4 ↠ TAEHYUNG

• INTERLUDE

5 ↠ YOONGI

6 ↠ SEOKJIN

7 ↠ JUNGKOOK

• OUTRO

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Run Little Rabbit Masterpost

; Wolf shifter!Hoseok x Rabbit shifter!Reader

; Genre: Angst, smut, fluff

; Synopsis: Jung Hoseok - the Alpha wolf of his pack and far out of your league. As a rabbit shifter who still jumps around predators, you fantasise about your dangerous crush from a safe distance, particularly as he doesn’t like you. But what happens when he goes into heat and you’re the only one he’ll accept?

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Main Series:

Run Little Rabbit

Daddy’s Little Peanut (no smut)

Big Bad Wolf

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Drabbles

Choices

Concerns

A Wish Fulfilled

Grief