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[serendipityunho]

Choker (M)

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❀ Genre: smut - literal smutty smut ❀ Pairing: badboy!Yunho x Reader (fem.) ❀ Word Count: 4.3k ❀ Warnings: explicit language, oral, hickeys, hand kink, teasing, mutual masturbation, fingering, begging, praising, choking, spanking, dirty talk, overstimulation, pull-out method, explicit sex

❀ Synopsis: It all started with a BuzzFeed quiz. From tutoring the school's bad boy, Yunho, to yelling his name like a record on repeat. For him, it was worth failing a class or two. 

a/n: this fic is by far one of the dirtiest, so please, take caution. 

main masterlist // yunho’s masterlist

“So they gave me you huh?” It was the first thing Yunho had said after silently putting books back in their places with you. The two of you were fortunate enough to be placed on book duty for detention rather than sitting in a smelly room with the teacher doing god knows what on his phone.

“Disappointed you couldn’t get the innocent smart girl you wanted?” The only good thing you got out of tutoring Yunho was that you’d get to leave detention earlier than usual for the rest of the week. 

“I’m actually glad I got partnered with you” Yunho slid the last book from the cart into its slot before patting the dust residue off his hands. 

“Why is that?”

“We can both just say you tutored me and then go home, no time wasted!” He really thought you didn’t think of that before. If only it were that simple.

“You do realise they’re going to record your improvements in tests, right? If there aren’t any changes, you and I both are in deep shit” 

“I can always cheat” This idiot. 

“Let’s not take that risk” You turn on your heels, stepping out from the shelves before sitting at a desk where your bag was fixated.

“You look like you’d take a lot of risks” Yunho pulled a chair out from next to you, sitting down with a huff before resting his elbow on the table with his chin in the palm of his hand.

“You look like you take one too many,” You pulled out a booklet from your bag, flipping through the pages before handing it over to Yunho who took it without hesitation “, here, read this and answer those-”.

“You kids know the library is closing, right?” Both your heads snapped back to the librarian throwing a glaring look at you with a prominent frown on her face.

“We were just about to leave” You hurriedly shove the booklet back into your bag after taking it from Yunho’s grasp, zipping your bag as you headed for the exit with Yunho following closely behind.

“And where to?” Yunho jogged up beside you, shoving a hand in the pocket of his leather jacket as the older gripped his bag strapped tightly.

“My house” 

“Your parents won’t mind?” Yunho shot you a questioning look, cocking a brow as he shoved his other hand in his pocket.

“They’re not home” It was a perk to have both parents overly obsessed with their jobs, you’ve grown accustomed to it. 

“Oh, kinky- ow! What was that for?” You threw a warning punch at Yunho’s shoulder, glaring at him as he rubbed the spot you punched.

“We’re just studying, remember?” 

“You could’ve just said that instead of punching me,” You faced the front again, biting down on your lip as you try to hide a grin “, what was that?”.

“What was what?”

“You smiled” Suddenly, Yunho’s face lurched forward right in front of you, literally staring deep into your eyes as you couldn’t help but break out into a laugh as he goggled at you.

“What the hell are you doing?” You pressed a hand against Yunho’s chest, pushing him back to the side as you kept walking.

“It’s nice to see you smile” 

“It’s the last time you’ll see it” 

“I doubt that”

Not a single word was muttered as you walked in the cold, hands fidgeting as throats cleared from time to time. As odd as it sounds, the longer you were with Yunho the more you grew lenient to him. 

“Where are you going?” Yunho walked a little too far ahead of you, not realising you had already stopped in front of your house. 

He turned around in an instant, a clueless look washing over his face as he came to a realisation. You couldn’t help chuckle at the look on his face as he quickly jogged over.

“Why didn’t you say anything until I was all the way over there?” 

“I didn’t want to”

“Cruel” 

You fiddle with the keys before sliding one in, turning it before the door unlocked with a click. It felt relieving to finally be encased in the warmth of your home after walking in the chilly air for a while. Yunho kicked off his shoes to the side, placing it neatly on the rack beside the door. 

As much as you wanted to fall right on to your bed and drift off to sleep, you still had one job. And that was to get all this crap into Yunho’s brain so both of you can be done for the day. 

“Okay, let’s see- oh my god, what the fuck? Fifteen percent?” Your eyes widened at the paper Yunho pulled out, it was his recent test in biology class and you’ve never seen a score so low.

“You were expecting a solid three percent weren’t you?” Yunho smirked, falling on to your bed with his arms stretched back behind his head. 

“No! I thought you got like at least a seventy or something, not this!” It was shocking to see Yunho barely budging at the fact that he had gotten one of the lowest results. 

“Nucleus is the powerhouse of the cell” Jesus fucking christ. 

“Mitochondria, Yunho, the Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell...” 

“I was just kidding, I knew that,” Yunho chuckled, sitting up from his position with his hands on the edge of the bed as you sat across from him at your desk “, I just have trouble memorising content, that’s all”. 

“I can’t believe I’m actually going to be productive with you all week” You hang your head back against your chair with a groan as a hand runs through your hair, sighing before turning back to Yunho.

“I can study myself if it’s going to bother you” 

“No, I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. It’s just, I can’t believe I have to actually do work again” 

“Then don’t, let’s take this day off, start another day” 

“Then what do we do now?”

“Let’s do BuzzFeed quizzes”

“What the fuck is that?”

“You’ve seriously never heard of them?” Yunho seriously looked offended at your response, eyes slightly widening as his jaw dropped. 

“No?” 

“Pull up your laptop”

Oh, BuzzFeed, of course. The sight every person stumbles upon to waste their time. You never knew what was so special about it until you saw the selection of quizzes on their page.

“‘Build your dream house and we’ll tell you when you’re getting married’?” Most of these outcomes for these quizzes seemed ridiculous, but you wanted to see.

“Oh wait, here, do this one”

‘Plan your dream holiday and we’ll give you the first initial of your s/o’

“Alright,” You huffed before clicking the link, grabbing your laptop before moving onto the bed “, move over, big guy”.

Yunho shuffled over on your bed, swinging an arm over your shoulder as you laid next to him with your laptop. Most of these questions were so stupid, but yet you were so eager to answer more.

“Vanilla? Really?” It seems like Yunho didn’t like your ice cream preference for dessert at a local restaurant in Tokyo, but that didn’t bother you.

“Yes, really” It was the final question before your results showed up, you were surprised, to say the least.

“S, W, M, Y, H, J” Those were the initials you were given, initials of your ‘significant other’.

“I can’t think of any guys with those initials” Or maybe you were just mind blank. When it came to boys, you were always mind blank.

“Literally, my entire group has those initials. San, Jongho, Wooyoung, Mingi, Yeosang, Hongjoong, Seonghwa- me” Yunho forced a chuckle, awkwardly scratching his head as he narrowed his eyes at the screen.

“I doubt I’ll date any of them” Sure they were good-looking, friendly even. But you didn’t think much about relationships, not for now at least.

“Why?” 

“Boys are a waste of time” Literally. Nothing but a distraction when you want them to be. A poor choice of a distraction.

“But a lot of guys want to date you”

“A lot of guys want to fuck me, there’s a difference” 

“What about both?” Your head snapped to the side, coming face to face with Yunho’s as a small smirk crept onto his face.

“Huh?” A brow cocked as you shot a questioning look over, scoffing as you shut your laptop close.

“What if they want to fuck you and date you?” Yunho’s eyes avoided yours as he looked anywhere but you. It was quite amusing witnessing this sort of behaviour from him, usually, he’d be confident and cocky looking. Now he’s fidgeting and biting the inside of his cheek like he was about to get embarrassed.

“Why? Do you know someone who wants to fuck me and date me?” You smirked, folding your arms across your chest as you turn your body slightly to face him, knees brushing against his legs.

“Maybe” Yunho’s eyes finally met yours as you gazed at him gnawing at his lips before stopping. 

“Who is this ‘maybe’?” Your lips curve into a smirk as you wait for Yunho to respond. He doesn’t.

Instead, he just blatantly gazes at you with his dark eyes, tilting his head to the side as he does so. Yunho’s eyes landed everywhere, from your lips to all sorts of features on your face.

Neither of you muttered anything, waiting for this deafening silence to be broken. You were interested in what he had told you. No one ever had the time or patience to date nowadays, so it surprised you.

“You’re looking right at him” It was a mere husky whisper, but you heard him like it was loud and clear. 

This was something you’ve never expected. The two of you were always so different yet so similar. You couldn’t put a finger on exactly how the two of you were.

In all seriousness, you couldn’t exactly tell if he was joking or not. A part of you wishes he wasn’t. More like all of you. 

“You’re joking, right?” Your words came out just as soft and gentle as his, still gaping at his face frozen in your spot insanely close next to him.

“Does it sound like I’m joking?” It was unclear whether he was smirking at how loud your heart was beating or how you were staring at him droopy-eyed shocked like a newborn.

“Anything that comes out of your mouth could be a lie” 

“Anything could be a lie if you want it to be” You were taken by surprise when Yunho’s arm around your shoulder drew you closer to him, hand caressing your shoulder as his other hand flies up to cup your face.

“Yunho...”

“Tell me, is this a lie?” There it was again, the feeling of your heart threatening to jump right out of your chest and into his hands as you felt his lips press against yours.

It was almost as if he was starved for weeks, kissing you hungrily like he’d finally been given something to eat. Your hands fly up to Yunho’s head like they have a mind of their own, gripping his hair as your lips move back with his in anticipation.

Everything felt so right. As if it had all fallen into place the moment Yunho’s arm hugged your waist, pushing himself on top of you with your legs sliding out to wrap around his torso. There was nothing better than this moment, with Yunho’s body pressed between your legs, lips moving with yours and hands caressing every inch of your body from your thighs to your neck.

His hands, oh god, his hands. They were calloused but yet so soft, it felt like heaven the moment he wrapped his fingers around your throat. You were even shocked at the lewd moan that you made when slight pressure was applied against the sides of your neck.

“You sound so fucking beautiful” Yunho’s lips hovered over your own, forehead resting gently on yours as he kept his fingers wrapped around your throat, waiting for a reply.

“More” If your panties weren’t soaked before, they were now as you grind your hips upwards against Yunho’s crotch, aching from the absence of mere friction against his bulge.

Yunho locked his lips back onto yours, rubbing the side of your neck with his thumb before gliding his lips down your jawline with delicate kisses. His lips only sucked onto your skin harder the moment he reached your neck with his hand now slipped under your shirt, squeezing your waist as your moans filled his ear.

You couldn’t help but run your legs up and down on his, hand falling onto his shoulder as you feel his flexed muscles. It was such a sight to see the outline of his muscles through the thin fabric of his shirt, making your cunt sopping wet as you gush over the slightest touches he made all over your body.

“You like that? You like the way I touch you?” Yunho groaned against your neck, sliding his arms up making the bottom of your shirt scrunch at the top of your breasts. 

“Fuck, give me more, please” You whined in desperation, grinding your throbbing cunt harder against his bulge. 

“Say my name, baby” Yunho’s voice turned husky, deeper, demanding. It made you almost want to push him off to get on your knees and pull his pants down yourself.

“Fuck me, Yunho” It almost hurt from how hard you furrowed your brows, shooting desperate glances at Yunho smirking at you from below.

“You’re driving me insane” It was a near animalistic growl that left Yunho’s lips, eyes clouding in darkness as he pulled off his shirt to the floor.

You were left gawking at Yunho’s well-defined figure, from his abs to his broad shoulders before he had dipped back down to your body again with his sloppy kisses covering your entire chest. He could probably feel how hard your nipples were over your bra as his hand grasped a breast, squeezing it in his hand before taking the edge of your shirt and throwing it over your head.

“Yunho, please” There was no patience left in your body as Yunho continues to admire your body, finger and thumb one pinch away from exposing your hard nipples to the cold air.

“You just look so fucking pretty like this, so so pretty” You gasped as your bra went flying to the floor, nipples hardening even more as the cold air surfaced your breasts. 

Yunho immediately dived back down against your chest, tongue swirling around your hard nipple with his mouth wrapped around your breast, grinding his painfully hard crotch against your needy pussy with your arousal probably already seeping through your tights. 

There was nothing to clench around, making you grow frustrated even more with your fingers gripping Yunho’s hair tightly. A low groan rumbled from Yunho as his veiny hand trickled down your stomach to your lower body, fingers hovering the spot right over your throbbing clit.

It was an instinct to buck your needy cunt on his fingers, you need them. You swear you could cry right at this moment when Yunho pressed the pad of his fingers down on your clit without moving them an inch, just focusing on sucking your breasts like it was his last. 

“I swear to fucking god, Yunho” You huffed, running a frustrated hand through your hair as Yunho smirked against your skin, eyes rolling up to you as he takes pleasure in your suffering.

“What are you waiting for? Move, baby” Oh jesus fucking christ, the way your pet name rolled off his tongue so smoothly only made you even more dripping wet as your hips slowly start to grind on his fingers, already feeling them dampening from your wetness dripping through your panties to your tights. 

“Mhm fuck” Your head rolled back as your thighs tremble from the way your hips were lifting off the bed to grind on Yunho’s fingers. 

“Look at you, so fucking needy for me,” Yunho groaned, brows furrowing as he admires the way your face scrunches in immense pleasure “, I haven’t even taken off your panties and you’re already so wet I can feel it”.

“Yunho, I-I’m ohmyfuckinggod” Your hands slap onto Yunho’s shoulders as your body moves with a mind of its own, grinding so hard onto Yunho’s fingers as if you were riding your pillow on lonely nights.

“I bet you rub yourself like this every night,” A cocky smirked crawled its way on to Yunho’s face as he stared down at your aching pussy grinding on the entire length of his fingers shamelessly “, wishing you had a big cock filling your perfect little hole, don’t you?”.

“Yes ohmygod fuck yes-” The bed was near squeaking from how fast you were rolling your pussy against Yunho’s fingers, eyes rolling back as your lips part for sharp breaths.

“If only you knew I was waiting for you, you’d hop on my dick in an instant huh?” Yunho leaned up, awing at the sight of your hips convulsing to give you the stimulation you grew addicted to. 

“I would’ve let you fucked me so bad” You weren’t even sure if the words coming out of your mouth actually really meant anything, but who the fuck cares. You’re so close to cumming all over your panties and on Yunho’s hand to give a single shit about what you were saying. 

“Yeah? You want me to fuck that pussy of yours?” His words spewed out of his mouth so aggressively, making your head roll back as your hands slap over Yunho’s forearm, tightly holding it in place for you to get off on his fingers.

“I want you to fuck me so bad ohmygod sososo so bad- nnnghaaYunho!” Your mind just went on a whole rollercoaster when Yunho detached his fingers from your pulsating clit, moving his body to the side before hooking his fingers underneath the waistband of your tights, ripping the material apart to expose your squelching wet pussy to the air as the remainder of your panties and tights discard to the floor.

“Keep going, baby,” Yunho licked his fingers before pushing your knees apart, slapping your inner thigh before planting his fingers onto your clit again “, don’t fucking stop until I say so” Yunho grunted through his gritted teeth, pushing down on your clit harder as your hips roll against them again.

“Oh fuuuuck- Yunhommmhph ohmygod yesyesyes” One hand slammed onto the mattress, gripping the bedsheet with all your might as the other slapped onto Yunho’s shoulder, nails digging into his skin as your eyes shut close.

“That’s right, keep going,” Yunho kept his hand in place steadily as he fumbled with his belt, slinging it off like it was nothing before pushing his jeans down along with his boxers which had a stain from his leaking pre-cum “, I can’t wait to fucking taste you”.

Your clit grew even more sensitive the more Yunho’s fingers touched and rolled against it, causing your vision to frame with murky blindness as your abdomen tensed with each spark of nerve balling into one big firework ready to combust. Breathing was almost difficult as you were growing tired but still concentrated to reach your climax.

“Hhhhhuh- fuck! Mhmmmphhh fuckfuckfuck” The way your body convulsed and your thighs trembled only made Yunho pump himself faster with his smear of pre-cum as nerves exploded left and right, glimmering throughout your entire body.

“Did I say stop?” Yunho growled, pushing your back flat against the bed when you slowed down your grinding before easily digging two of his fingers into your gushing wet pussy. 

“Jesus fuck, Yunho- oh fuck” You lurched forward the moment Yunho palmed your clit while pumping his fingers deep inside you. 

It was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. The way Yunho’s arm flexed and veins bulged prominently with every pump only made a staggering breathy moan fall from your lips.

“You probably fuck yourself with your fingers like this too, huh?” Yunho leaned back down, pushing your hair out of your face before cupping your cheek for a long breath-taking kiss.

“Every night” You whined against his lips, broken bits of moans leaving your mouth every now and then as you weren’t given time to recover from your first orgasm before Yunho’s palm was rubbing on your clit.

“And are your hands as good as mine, baby?,” Yunho crawled between your legs with his fingers still buried deep in you, pushing your legs further apart, earning a lewd moan from you “, I don’t think so”.

“Please, just fuck me, Yunho” 

“I love the way you say my name” Another gasp was taken when Yunho slipped his fingers out of your hole, diving headfirst between your legs before flattening his tongue against your dripping wet pussy and sliding his tongue up to your clit, sucking on it only to make your thighs convulse from the pleasure of his warm breath surfacing your lower region.

“Yunho, I fucking need you” You’ve had enough, lurching forward and slinging an arm around his neck, you kiss him harshly before flipping him onto his back with your lips still on him.

Your wet cunt slides up and down Yunho’s throbbing cock, smearing your release and wetness all over his length before sinking down with a breathy moan. Fuck. He was so big.

“Oh fucking christ” It felt like forever before you finally sunk all the way down, too overwhelmed by his size to even move. That was until Yunho took the liberty too.

“You get needy, I’ll fucking give it to you” Yunho landed a hard spank on both your ass cheeks before cupping them with a squeeze, thrusting his hips up to send you lurching forward with your chest over his face.

“Fuck-” Your face scrunches in absolute pleasure as Yunho groans against your breasts, snapping his hips briskly into you. This was so much more than you ever expected, it felt like a dream. A dream you never wanted to wake up from.

The air was literally getting knocked out of your lungs with each hard thrust. You couldn’t sit straight on his dick any longer, face falling into the crook of Yunho’s neck as your hands grip the headboard with white knuckles. 

Yunho’s hands smoothed over your ass again before landing down another spank, making you whimper as you fill Yunho’s ear with your breathy moans. It was so much to take in, from the way his large hands cherished your body to the power of his hips pounding into you. 

“This is what you get for being so fucking needy, baby” Yunho lands another hard spank on your stinging red ass, kissing your shoulder as you struggle to take control over your body.

“F-Faster” Regret never washed over you so fast in your life.

“As you wish” Yunho grunted loudly against your chest as his thrusts quicken rapidly, making you hug his head to your chest as you were left with your mouth hanging wide open unable to make out any noise from the immense pleasure.

“Oh my god, yes, right there right there” Your moans turn into near squeals as Yunho held onto your waist, slamming his hips into you so fast you could mistake him for a trampoline.

“I want you to cum all over my cock like the bad girl you are” 

The familiar ball in your stomach floats again, this time heavier and denser as Yunho’s cock rolled in and out of your squelching wet cunt. Your moans were inaudible at this point, mouth left gaping as your walls clench tightly around Yunho’s cock, making him release a breathy moan against your chest.

“Ohmyygodd yesyesyes” Your head falls back as your eyes flutter half-opened, hand slamming against either side of Yunho’s head onto the pillow underneath him. 

Wet squelches fill the cold room as the ball in your stomach drops to the pit, breaking into a million pieces of sparking nerves the moment Yunho pulled a hand back up to your neck before flipping both of you over with your back on the mattress. The pressure on the side of your neck was enough to have you gushing out your release in seconds as Yunho cocked out hard thrusts into you.

Your hand flies up over Yunho’s on your neck, tracing over the small details as your lips part for a kiss. Yunho leaned down instantly, kissing you so lazy yet so passionately with his tongue lapping at yours. 

“Oh god, fuck yes-” Yunho harshly groaned against your lips before taking his hand off your throat, grabbing your breast as he leaned back up. You gasped once again at the emptiness when Yunho slide out of you, wrapping his other hand around his cock before milking himself ferally.

A staggered moan came from Yunho as his cum spewed all over your stomach, squeezing your breast before sliding over to your thighs. A faint coat of sweat glistens over Yunho’s forehead as he swiped his hair back with his fingers, jaw hanging as he watches the rest of his cum spill from his twitching cock. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I just really wanted to see y-” 

“It’s okay,” You cupped Yunho’s cheek, his face was hot, and so was yours. His eyes definitely softened the moment he took a glance at you “, it’s okay”.

An unspoken silence casts over the two of you as Yunho fell beside you, completely forgetful of the mess he made on your stomach. That was until he took another glance down when you rubbed your leg against his, making him reach for a tissue on your nightstand before wiping your stomach.

“I meant it, you know?” Yunho’s dark honey-glazed eyes cast over yours as he offers a small comforting smile.

“Meant what?”

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

Copyright © 2022 by serendipityunho All Rights Reserved

[luxekook]

chapter four.

⇥ pairing: ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 3.3k

⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing, dirty talk, noona kink, general chaotic energy, poly relationships, slight implications of switch!reader and sub!jk, jin being a beautiful mess, make-out sesh with multiple people oops

⇥ beta reader: the lovely @shadowsremedy​

© luxekook. please do not repost, modify, edit or translate.

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Chapter Four

Taehyung’s Room, BTS House – 10:49pm

“Alright. What do you want to know?”

Namjoon’s question fills the room. The boys all stare at me with anticipation, leaning forward with furrowed brows.

I ponder my course of action for all of two seconds before launching into my well-practiced rant, “I want to know what sort of sick prank you think you’re playing, because I am not falling for it. I mean – all of you wanting to date one person? Date me? Seems fake, but okay.”

Some of the boys move to interrupt me, but I thrust up a palm, “No, please let me finish. I know I don’t really have the right to make judgements about you guys, but I have seen some misogynistic behavior from your frat. So, I feel like it’s not that far-fetched for me to think that you’re probably playing me.”

“Messy gymnast behavior? What’s that?” Jungkook whispers to Hoseok who just shrugs, looking equally as baffled.

“Misogynistic, Kook, not messy gymnast,” Namjoon pinches his nose in frustration, “It means prejudiced against women.”

Seokjin and Jimin descend into fits of laughter. Hoseok still looks mildly perplexed, and Yoongi takes a large sip of soju from a bottle he procured from god knows where within the last few minutes.

Covering his face, Jungkook dives behind Jin in hopes of further hiding his embarrassment.

“I think I know what she’s talking about.”

The room quiets at Taehyung’s interjection. He reluctantly sits up from his relaxed position on his bed and explains, “When we met at our party last semester, she found out about our old pledge tradition.”

“Oh, damn,” Jimin sighs, “So that’s why you motioned to remove it from the chapter’s history at the last meeting.”

“Yeah,” Tae looks me in the eyes, “We voted removed it, (y/n) ... A little too late though, it seems.”

Jungkook peeks his head out from behind Jin’s shoulder, “We’re sorry, noona.”

Trying not to internally melt in response at the youngest’s display of classic puppy-dog eyes, I slump against the wall and slide into a sitting position on the floor. “Look, I’m not going to say that ‘it’s okay’ because it’s not. But I do appreciate that you removed it.”

The boys hang their heads, looking properly chastised.

“That’s fair,” Namjoon finally says quietly, “We know as a frat we fucked up. We’re not perfect. We make a lot of mistakes. But we’re trying to get back to being respectable and move on from here.”

“We’re trying to get back your respect,” Yoongi rubs the back of his neck, looking at me with wide eyes and more attentiveness than I’ve ever seen from him.

“But that’s the other thing,” I look away, pulling at a random thread fraying off of the sleeve of my sweatshirt, “Why does it matter so much that I respect you? Why are you all so invested in me all of a sudden? In all honesty, I haven’t said more than two words in conversation to half of you.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t really matter,” Namjoon shrugs, shifting to lean casually against the wall.

My eyes narrow, “How can it not matter?”

“Because we date as a group, (y/n)-noona,” Jimin smiles down at me from his perch on Taehyung’s bed, all squishy cheeks and crinkled eyes, “Tae thought we’d all like you, and then Jungkookie and Joon-hyung agreed and—”

Hoseok excitedly chimes in, arms swinging wildly, “And finding someone who we all like hasn’t happened in so long, and I’m so happy!”

“Yah, Hobi!” Jin reaches over Jungkook to shove the bouncing boy, “We’re supposed to be playing it cool. We have to woo her.” He winks and blows me a kiss.

Instinctively, I swat it away and then giggle at Seokjin’s indignant gasp.

“I take it back! She’s mean!” Launching into a passionate rant complete with head shaking and wild eyes, Jin continues, “Consider that kiss null and void. I have never been so insulted in my entire life, you know!”

Tears stream down my cheeks as I collapse from laughing alongside the rest of the boys. Namjoon’s dimples are out in full force as he drawls, “Hyung, that’s what you said yesterday when I beat you in Overwatch.”

Seokjin splutters over the now-renewed laughter of his younger brothers, “I thought I told you to never speak of that again!”

Trailing off in mumbles of how he needs new friends and how disrespected he is as an elder, Jin resorts to pouting in the corner.

“You’ll have to excuse Seokjin-hyung, (y/n),” Taehyung smirks at me with raised eyebrows, “He’s skated by solely on his looks up until now.”

Seokjin’s pouting intensifies.

“He is handsome,” I instinctively respond, fully focused on the beauty of Jin’s pouty lips. And when those lips break into a huge grin, I cringe at my lapse in judgement for the thousandth time that night.

“My faith in humanity has been restored!” Jin ambles back to his original spot next to Jungkook and thrusts a paper heart that he apparently had been carrying on his person for quite some time in my direction.

“Hyung,” Hoseok eyes Seokjin with a concerned frown, “Where did you even get that from?”

“That’s one secret I’ll never tell.” Jin barely finishes that sentence before a flurry of pillows, water bottles, and other miscellaneous items are thrown at him from all angles.

“I thought we agreed no more quoting Gossip Girl, Jin-hyung!” Jimin cries as he continues to hit Jin with a pillow from Tae’s bed.

Miraculously still even able to speak under the assault from the other boys, Jin replies with complete sincerity, “XOXO.”

Chaos reigns.

Watching all seven of them in - presumably - their most natural state, I sigh in amusement, “Y’all are too much.”

Somehow the boys hear me, because they all turn to face me once more with various expressions of playfulness and mirth. Jin still lies under the pile of them laughing slightly as they slowly shift off of him.

“Nah, I think we might be just enough for you, noona,” Jungkook pipes up as he plops down on the edge of Taehyung’s bed.

“Yeah? And how do you know that?” A sudden thought occurs to me, “Wait, why do you all even date one person anyway? Don’t you realize like half the campus is in love with each of you?”

“You’re included in that half, right?” Taehyung grins and then shrinks under my withering glare, “I mean, it’s a long story?”

“Oh, hold on,” I check my wrist, which noticeably has no watch, “Mhm, that’s right. It’s story time.”

Jimin snorts and then burrows under the covers in mortification.

“Cute,” Hoseok sighs, staring at me, “I want to keep you.”

And there’s something about having Jung Hoseok’s full attention and adoration that brings me to peak devastation. I pull my hood up over my head and burrow into my sweatshirt.

“Aw!” Various yells rebound around the room. I flip them all off.

“Hobi,” Yoongi teases, “I think she likes you.”

I peek out of the safety of my sweatshirt to eviscerate him with my eyes, but Yoongi just raises one brow coolly and calls me out, “Well, am I wrong, jagi?”

All eyes are on me, and the room is suddenly so quiet that all I can hear is the muffled party downstairs and the beating of my heart.

“... I want my lawyer,” I finally declare, re-emerging from the depths of my sweatshirt and crossing my arms.

“Oh, come on, noona!” Jimin shuffles across the room and kneels in front of me, causing me to descend into a panic, “You like Hoseok-hyung, right? Well, what about me? Do you like me?”

Jimin peers down at me, pink hair tussled and eyes shining. How could I ever say no to that beautiful face? That angelic human?

Must.

Deflect.

“I’ll answer your question if you answer mine. Why do you all date the same person when each of you could have anyone you want?”

Jimin deflates and sits back on his heels, frowning at my non-answer.

“But we do already date everyone we want,” Hoseok cuts in, giggling, “Well, almost.”

They’re already dating people? My mind wracks through all my knowledge of the seven boys sitting before me, but no evidence of them dating anyone pops up. “Wait, I’m confused. Who are you all dating then?”

I can’t help but feel like I’m on the outside of an inside joke as the boys all exchange looks that are all too smug for my liking.

“Seems like we did a good job, boys,” Namjoon chuckles, “People on this campus are pretty oblivious.”

“Nah,” Yoongi shakes his head, “They just choose not to see it. They want us all to be fully available.”

The lightbulb finally flickers on in my mind.

“Oh my sweet baby Jesus,” I whisper, “You’re all dating each other, aren’t you?”

Various nods answer that question. Jin, of course, being Jin, wipes an imaginary tear from his eye as he dramatically laments, “And she’s smart, too? How did we get so lucky, boys?”

“Yoongi,” I say calmly, “Please pass me that soju before I commit murder in this very room.”

Without a word, Yoongi hands me the bottle before settling down in the space next to me against the wall.

Suddenly hyperaware of my positioning, I realize I’m sitting in between Jimin and Yoongi. Jungkook, Taehyung and Hobi now sit together on Tae’s bed, while Jin remains on the floor surrounded by various pillows and debris.

Namjoon is still leaning against the opposite wall, looking way too intimidating and perfect that I’m forced to look away.

That is, until he starts to speak. “(y/n), the seven of us have always been close. We grew up together; and, somehow, we just work as a unit. We work together. It may seem odd or untraditional. Maybe it is. But, it’s who we are. And it’s how we love.”

Namjoon continues, “We don't want to lose what we have together, this dynamic we've spent so long building. But, we’ve been feeling like something has been missing from our relationship lately. We’ve been looking for someone to help complete us.”

“And you think that person is me?” I suck in a jagged breath, “You really want to share me? Do you know how crazy that sounds?”

"There are crazier things," Yoongi shrugs, taking back the bottle of soju from my grasp, "Like how Namjoon has an IQ of 148 but can't seem to live one day without breaking something."

Namjoon, looking affronted, opens and closes his mouth, but ultimately settles on just smiling bashfully. My heart almost explodes at such a display of cuteness.

"It's really not that crazy, (y/n)," Taehyung interrupts my internal fawning, "You seem like a girl who’s intimidated by no one and nothing. We really, really like that. And we figured since you kissed me and Jungkook that you might be interested.”

Embarrassment washes over me. I steal back the soju from Yoongi, who just smirks knowingly.

“Besides, polyamory is actually more common than you think,” Hobi smiles in that pretty heart-shaped way of his.

He has a valid point. Who am I to be the judge of what love looks like? Who am I to criticize these boys who clearly love each other and just want one more person to love? Who am I to deny myself the opportunity to be loved by seven people?

“Can I think about it?" I ask, still fighting the inevitable for whatever reason, "I'm not saying 'no’. I just need a bit of time to think it over."

"Take all the time you need, baby," Namjoon murmurs, looking like I just handed him the keys to the entire world.

"No,” Jimin groans, burrowing his head in the crook of my shoulder, “Please, please, please don't take all the time you need, (y/n)-noona! I can’t wait that long!”

I reach up to stroke my fingers through his pink hair in an attempt to soothe the poor angel.

“Do we have permission to continue to woo you during this ‘thinking’ period?” Jin inquires, casting a look of jealousy at Jimin who is now nestled even further into me.

“Continue?” I ask, “When did you start?”

“Yah!” Seokjin exclaims, “Why does she keep roasting me?”

“I think it’s hot,” Jungkook grins at me with stars in his eyes.

“That’s because you’re a masochist, Kook,” Taehyung cackles from his perch on the bed.

“Ah, hyung!” Jungkook jumps on Taehyung in an effort to silence him, “She doesn’t need to know that yet!”

“I mean, it is pretty obvious,” I pause dramatically, dropping the pitch of my voice, “Baby boy.”

Jungkook yelps and takes off out of the room.

“Shit, was that too much?” I ask, staring at the door thrown open in Jungkook’s wake.

“No,” Tae replies, still laughing, “I think he just needs a second to calm down. I’ll go see where he went.”

Taehyung gets up from the bed and shuffles out the door in search of Jungkook. The open door allows for more sounds from the party to seep into the room.

Namjoon sighs, “I should probably check on what’s happening down there, shouldn’t I?”

“Good luck, man,” Yoongi tears the soju back out of my hand and lifts it up in cheers to Namjoon. Chuckling, Namjoon ambles over to where Yoongi, Jimin and I are crowded together and grabs the soju.

After taking a long sip, he crouches down in front of me and grasps the hand that remains unoccupied by Jimin. Bringing it to his lips, Namjoon places the lightest kiss on my knuckles. “I’m so happy you showed up tonight, baby. I can only hope that my future holds more of you in any way you choose to give me.”

Pressing his lips to my palm this time, Namjoon smiles in that completely devastating way of his and then saunters out of the room. Still gaping, I realize I never even got to say a word to him in response.

“You are so whipped for him already, jagi,” Yoongi says lowly, lips brushing my ear.

I blink. My senses are on overload. Jimin is still curled into my side, with my hand stroking his hair and his lips accidentally grazing the skin of my collarbone every so often. Now, Yoongi is closer than ever. I can feel his breath against my neck and his stare focused on my lips. Meanwhile, Hobi and Jin are slowly but surely shuffling closer to where the three of us are bunched together.

“So what if I am?” I finally answer, “Aren’t you all whipped for him, too?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Jimin mumbles into my shoulder.

My mind explodes.

“She’s not ready for that yet, Jiminie,” Jin giggles, “I’m pretty sure she’s still half convinced I worship Satan in the basement.”

“Well, I wasn’t before, but now I am,” I jokingly eye Seokjin up and down with an amused smile.

He grins back at me. I melt. And he knows it.

“Can I kiss you?” Jin asks, the slightest smirk curving his lips, a look of hunger burning in his gaze, like he could just eat me up, “Please?”

I swallow and his eyes latch onto the movement of my throat.

Before I can reconsider, I remove myself from my sitting position against the wall, much to Jimin and Yoongi’s dismay, and straddle Jin’s lap, immediately capturing his lips with my own.

The effect is instantaneous. Various groans echo around me as Jin smiles against my mouth. His hands find their way under my sweatshirt and squeeze my hips, dragging my body even closer against his.

The way Jin kisses is life-ruining in its unhurried, yet passionate deliberateness. He kisses me like he’s claiming me, and the possessiveness of his actions send a ripple of excitement through my body. Releasing my mouth, he works his way down the length of my exposed neck, and I gasp in response.

Suddenly, I feel another pair of hands twine around my body from behind as Hobi pleads into my ear, “Can I kiss you, too, (y/n)?”

I nod wordlessly, wondering what I did in my past life to deserve such affection in this one.

“No fair,” I vaguely hear Jimin pouting, “I want to kiss noona.”

“We’ll have our turn, Jiminie,” Yoongi’s voice causes a shudder of anticipation to race down my spine.

“Oh, she likes that idea,” Jin laughs, obviously having felt the tremor that shot though me in response to Yoongi’s suggestion, “Come get a taste.”

“Only if that’s what she really wants,” Yoongi says, meeting my eyes, “Don’t feel pressured to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with, kitten.”

“Kitten?” I growl, eyes narrowed sharply in his direction.

“Yep,” Yoongi’s answering smirk is slow and antagonizing, “All cute and cuddly with a hint of claws.”

“I’ll show you claws,” I say darkly, getting up, “Stand up.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows raise in surprise, “Why?”

“I won’t ask again,” I move closer to him and Jimin.

Yoongi pulls himself to his feet, acting like it was the most physical activity he’d ever done.

When he’s finally done with the dramatics, I move closer until he’s backed right up against the wall, “Min Yoongi, I’m going to shut you up now.”

His breath stutters as I slowly move my mouth closer to his. “Please do—” I cut him off.

Kissing Yoongi is just as intoxicating as kissing Jin, but in a different way. Yoongi tastes like soju and spearmint. His body melts under my touch, completely fine with letting me lead. An idea springs to mind and I slide my hand into his hair and tug lightly. He jolts with a moan.

Bingo. I smirk before kissing him deeper. My other hand winds around him to scratch my nails down his back. This time, I’m awarded with a small whine.

The fact that I’m wrecking this boy is simultaneously wrecking me. That impact doubles when I feel a small hand begin to wind its way up my calf towards my thigh. Tearing my mouth away from Yoongi, I open my eyes to see Jimin smiling up at me, “Can you kiss me like that, too, (y/n)-noona?”

“Why couldn’t you wait your turn, Jiminie,” Yoongi sulks adorably, sensing that my resolve against any request from Jimin was nonexistent.

“Well, aren’t you supposed to be showing me the perks of dating multiple people?” I joke, “Jin and Hobi just shared. Can’t you two?”

Jimin springs up off the floor faster than anyone I’ve ever seen, “Yes! We can share!”

“Good,” I reply, turning in Yoongi’s arms so that my back is pressed against him. He hisses in a breath. “Come here, Jiminie,” I open my arms to the eager boy who all but leaps into them.

“You’re so beautiful, noona,” Jimin sighs, pupils dilated, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.

“So are you, baby,” I sigh, bringing a hand up to brush his cheek fondly, “So are you.”

I kiss Jimin gently, treasuring the feel of his plump lips against my own. I trace the tip of my tongue over his bottom lip and his mouth opens in a silent gasp. I use the chance to slip my tongue inside to twine with his.

Through my thoroughly fucked-out haze, I feel Yoongi’s hands settle onto my hips, grinding me slowly against his crotch. I moan into Jimin as Yoongi’s mouth sucks on the side of my neck, surely for the sole reason of marking me.

“Well, shit, JK,” Taehyung’s voice shatters the bubble of pleasure I had been residing within in the middle of four beautiful men. My eyes flutter open to take in the sight of Taehyung holding a box of pizza and a case of beer, with Jungkook right behind him. “Looks like the party started without us.”

a/n: oops, another slight cliff-hanger? *laughs evilly*

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[mashumiwu]

[6:30pm]

"Y/N!" A familiar voice shouted at you. You turned around to see your boyfriend, Chan, who was picking you up from school. You smiled.

"Hello Channie," You smiled softly, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. He returned your smile.

"I have a surprise for you at home, let's go!" He said, pulling you to the car.

"Surprise?" You asked, getting in the car. Chan nodded as he started driving home. He helped you get out of the car when you guys arrived home. He put his hands over your eyes.

"Don't worry, I got you," He said softly. You nodded and he lead you inside of the house. He had clean the house earlier and set up a little surprise for you: a new puppy that you really wanted...He uncovered your eyes and you gasped at the surprise.

"Oh my god, Chan!" You sat down, petting the puppy. "Thank you Chan! I love you so much!" He smiled, helping you stand up while being careful not to drop the puppy in your arms.

"Happy Valentine's Day Y/N," He said, revealing a bouquet of roses. You smiled. "Will you be my Valentine?" You nodded quickly.

"Of course I will Chan!" You said, giving him a kiss. "I love you babe!

"I love you too," He said.

[triptychexe]

TITLE: Your Name SUMMARY: Zim finds herself in the toilet bowl of a party. She’s rescued by one of her favorite celebrities.

GENRE: Drama PAIRING: platonic! zim x jessi WORD COUNT: 0.9k WARNINGS: Mentions of throwing up, over-consumption of alcohol, and calorie counting. Maybe some swearing as well. If I forgot something, please let me know!!! 

FALL 2015

The sting of bile in her throat made Eunha’s eyes water. She braced herself for another wave of vomit, gripping the edge of the toilet bowl until her knuckles were white. She lost track of how long she’s been puking, but it’s felt like hours. No one came with her into the bathroom, and that fact alone made her want to cry all over again. She’s never felt so alone and pathetic as she did right now. What was she thinking, drinking that much? The exhaustion from the alcohol and the constant vomiting was catching up to her. Eunha, being too drunk to care about hygiene, rested her head on the edge of the toilet bowl and felt her eyes grow heavier and heavier.

“Hey! Hey, you can’t sleep here.” A hand shook Eunha’s shoulder. In her intoxicated state, Eunha felt like she was being sloshed around in a washing machine. Her head spun and her vision swam as Eunha opened her eyes a little bit, trying to see who was hovering above her. All she could make out was a silhouette of a woman. “Huh?” Zim mumbled in confusion. “People are waiting in line for the bathroom. C’mon, sweetheart, let’s go get some air.” The voice consoled. Drunkenly, Zim nodded her head and started to raise herself to her feet. The kind stranger wrapped an arm around Zim’s waist to support her, heaving her out of the bathroom and back into the party. Blurred visions of the party around them danced in front of Eunha’s vision as she allowed the stranger to lead her out onto the back balcony. The cool air made Eunha feel a little less nauseous. “Here, let’s sit you down.” The woman suggested. Eunha blinked a few times, trying to focus on her face properly. Something about the woman was so familiar...

“Wait… are you Jessi?” Eunha asked, her eyes wide. The soloist gave a small smile. “You’re Zim, right? From that new rookie group?” Zim looked at Jessi with wide eyes, nodding her head. She would have spoken, but the fact that Jessi knew her name was overwhelming. If she opened her mouth again, she was afraid more vomit would come out. “Yeah, I thought I recognized you.” Jessi sat next to Eunha, wrapping her arms over her knees. “What the hell are you doing here?” Eunha looked across the horizon, just able to make out the point where the city met the sky. 

“Being an idol is harder than I thought. Just needed some fun.” Eunha shrugged, a little bashfully. “Did you come here alone?” Jessi asked, concern lacing every word. “Yeah. It’s not my friend’s scene.” “Shouldn’t be yours either.” Jessi shook her head. “Not to scare you, but you’re lucky I found you and not some pervert. You gotta be careful, even at a party like this.” 

Eunha bowed her head. She’s heard that warning so many times from teachers and parents that they grew to be just that. A warning. Nothing serious, nothing real. Now she realized that the only thing separating her from being a statistic was Jessica Ho. 

“You don’t party much, do you?” The soloist wondered aloud, holding Eunha under an analyzing gaze. “During my trainee days I would drink sometimes, but not a whole lot… Calories, you know?” Eunha chuckled, a slightly sad undertone slipping into her drunken words. Jessi seemed to understand, nodding her head and humming in sad agreement. “Are you okay? Like, I know we just met, but you seem to be going through some shit.” Jessi queried, leaning back on her palms. Eunha hesitated. Even though she was beyond drunk, she still wasn’t sure if Jessi would appreciate the emotional dump she was about to release. She licked her lips, trying to plan out her words before speaking. “Can I tell you something?” Eunha asked, hoping this would preface whatever was going to come out of her mouth next. “Of course.” Jessi nodded.

Eunha let a small smile tug at her lips. “I’m already so fed up with people. I really am. Strangers talk about me online all the time. They talk about my body. My hair. My attitude. I hate it. I hate it so much. I’ve only been an idol for a month, but look at me.” Eunha extended her hands. “I’m drunk as fuck in who knows who’s house-” “It’s Got7’s dorm.” Jessi informed. “What?” Eunha blinked. “Got7. That JYP boy group-” “No, I know who they are, but I didn’t think they actually like….” Eunha looked back over her shoulder at the party raging on behind her. “They really pull these kinda parties? They legit live like this? That wasn’t just a meme on the internet?” Jessi gave a shrug, nodding her head. “I mean, it’s super rare. JYP would beat their asses if they were acting like this all the time. I honestly don’t know how you got in, there was only supposed to be a few of us here.” “Damn.” Eunha sighed in amazement. “I feel like I’ve crossed over into an alternate universe.”  “Someone’s been on Wattpad.” Jessi smirked, poking fun at Eunha. “Hey, lemme have this.” Eunha chuckled. “I just wanna live like Your Name for a minute.” That joke had Jessi cackling and clapping her hands together. “Damn, you crack me up.” Jessi complimented. Maybe it was the alcohol, but Zim suddenly felt a wave of confidence flow through her. “We should hang out when I’m not totally drunk. I promise I’m still funny.” “I don’t doubt that.” Jessi smiled.

[lovely-sanie]

𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚢𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚝. 𝟹

⎬𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: NCT Hybrid!AU

⎬𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: ??? x OC

⎬𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2,812

⎬𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: dissociation, beginnings of panic attack, lots of angst

⎬𝚊/𝚗: All parts dealing with dissociation were run through my friend who deals with it. I’m sorry if it’s not 100% accurate, but she said it was pretty close to what happens to her. 

➤ 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷 || 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸

➤ 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

Eunmi wasn’t sure she was hearing Ten correctly.

“They want us to model?” 

Ten nods, flipping through a magazine. “The companies will do this from time to time. They’ll invite a model’s hybrid to pose with the for a spread to make their model seem, I don’t know, more approachable? More real? Whatever it is.”

“But I don’t belong to Taeyong. Surely that’s an issue.”

“Not really. They don’t check papers and tags and backgrounds. We probably won’t even be wearing our collars so no one else will know. You’ve been here for over a month so no one will question whether Taeyong owns you or not.” Ten sets the magazine back on the coffee table. “Honestly, it’s just because we’re Taeyong’s hybrids that we’re posing. If he didn’t have any, they’d rent him one for a couple weeks.”

Eunmi frowns. “That sounds terrible.”

“Yeah. It is. The “renters” get all the money. The hybrids get nothing. It’s honestly pretty disgusting. The hybrids don’t even get to keep things that the models or companies give them. The “renters” take it all.”

“And that’s legal? Like renting human beings is legal?”

Ten shrugs. “The hybrids are supposedly there willingly so it’s similar to an escort service. And I suppose it isn’t the worst life to live. They always have food and a roof over their head. Sometimes that roof is luxurious, other times it’s not. They’re kept healthy so they look nice for photos.”

Shaking her head, Eunmi pulls her knees to her chest. “I couldn’t do it. Not knowing what type of human I’d be rented to. Being rented to humans at all, actually.”

“I couldn’t either. Taeyong is the only human that I trust, even after all these years.”

Eunmi hums. “So what all does this posing involve?”

“They’ll do our hair, our makeup, give us clothes and jewelry to wear, take some photos and that’s it. It’s a lot of chaos, but our part is relatively simple.”

“Me being in the middle of chaos doesn’t seem like the best idea.”

Nodding, Ten slides over to sit next to her, his hand finding her ears and rubbing. “You don’t have to do it. It will be a lot and I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

“I want to do it. I’ve been feeling good lately. I want to try and see what happens.”

“Okay. You can leave the moment that you’re uncomfortable.”

Eunmi nods. “Okay. I’ll keep that in mind.”

That’s how Eunmi finds herself being dolled up by a makeup artist and hairstylist. A stylist was off to the side picking out an outfit for Eunmi to wear out of a rack of clothes that looked more expensive than her life. 

Eunmi fidgets as the makeup artist steps away to grab something.

“Please stop moving,” the hairstylist says, a glare on her face. “This is already hard enough.”

“Sorry,” Eunmi murmurs, sitting as still as possible.

“Go easy on her, Somin. It’s her first photoshoot,” the makeup artist says.

Somin scoffs. “She shouldn’t be here. Neither of these hybrids should.”

“Somin!”

“I’m saying what everyone is thinking. It’s disgusting that the company wants us to deal with these creatures.”

“Speak for yourself! Hybrids are beautiful creatures and deserve just as much attention as human models.”

Somin shoves her brush and hairspray into the makeup artist’s hands. “You do her hair then. I can’t even do anything good because of those stupid ears.”

Eunmi shrinks down in her seat, covering her ears, her cat ones, with her hands. Somin was the type of human she usually avoided but she couldn’t this time because of this stupid photoshoot. 

Seeing movement somewhere above her, Eunmi looks up. The makeup artist is speaking and gesturing to her, but Eunmi can’t hear her. She’s so lost in her own head that the real world has lost all meaning.

She watches, blankly, as the woman steps away, a panicked look her face.

When she returns, she has Taeyong and Ten in tow along with an annoyed looking older man. Ten immediately kneels in front of her, speaking to her, but hse can’t make out anything that he’s saying.

The next thing Eunmi remembers is sitting on the couch in Taeyong and Ten’s apartment.

Looking around, her brows furrow in confusion. How did she get home? And where was-

“Ten!” she exclaims, running up to the other hybrid as he enters the room.

“Eunmi!” He immediately envelops her in a hug. “You’re okay! Taeyong and I were so worried! You weren’t responding and you just looked so blank and Kun said it was okay and that you would come back but it didn’t seem like it and-”

“Kun?” Eunmi questions. “Dr. Qian was here?”

Ten nods. “He said something about disassociating or something?”

“How did I get home, Ten? I don’t remember.”

Ten steps back, looking concerned now with a frown on his face. “Taeyong and I brought you home, Eunmi. You don’t remember?”

Eunmi whines, shaking her head. “I don’t remember any of it, Ten. What’s wrong with me?”

Ten’s arms back around her immediately. “Shh. Relax for me, please. Kun said that you might not remember certain things and that it was normal for what was happening to you.”

“I’m broken,” Eunmi whispers. 

Ten lifts her chin. “You’re not broken, Mi. You’ve dealt with a lot and this sort of stuff is a natural response to the amount of trauma you’ve been through.”

“Did you go through any of this?”

“The disassociating? No. But I had many panic attacks in the beginning.”

Eunmi looks up at him. “How did you overcome it?”

“I still deal with it,” Ten tells her. “I go to a psychiatrist whenever things start to spiral. It’s a lifelong process. You can get better at dealing with it, but it never truly disappears.”

Frowning, Eumni asks, “How do you trust a human with, like, everything?”

Ten smiles. “It was hard. Especially since I couldn’t keep an eye on him at all times. But he’s really nice and he didn’t push. He let me reveal things at my own pace.”

“Do you-” Eunmi considers her question for a moment. “Do you think something like that would be good for me?”

“Yes. I would say so. But when you feel comfortable. Don’t push yourself too much. You have to get outside your comfort zone, but don’t throw yourself into the deep end with no way back to safety.”

Nodding, Eunmi steps back. “Thank you. Not just for that, but for everything. You’ve helped me so much over the past month.”

“It’s what any being with a heart would do.”

“Still. Thank you.”

“You can thank me by getting better.”

Eunmi’s smile is bright. “Definitely.”

Eunmi’s first therapy session was nothing like what she thought it would be. She expected to lay down on a couch as some old man analyzed every word that came out of her mouth. 

Instead, she sat in an extremely comfortable chair across from the psychiatrist named Dr. Kim, though he had told her to call him Dongyoung. 

The first question out of his mouth wasn’t some weird push into her subconscious.

It was simply, “How has your day been?”

From there, things were even weirder.

There were no in-depth questions pushing her to reveal everything. The questions were soft like what her favorite hobbies were, where her favorite places to nap were. Things most people didn’t care about. 

It felt good to talk about mundane things with someone that wasn’t with her every moment of the day. She had ranted about Ten taking arguably the best spot to nap, which was under the window in Taeyong’s room, and Dongyoung had simply chuckled. He didn’t scold her for acting like a child or sneer at her. 

“Um,” Eunmi pauses at the door as she’s about to leave the session. “What exactly was… this?”

Dongyoung smiles. “Trust is important, Eunmi. If I force you to open up, it’ll send you back ten steps. You need to reveal what is troubling you in your own time. Until then, we will talk about the things Ten does to annoy you.”

Her face scrunches. “I thought therapists were supposed to try to get to the root of things quickly.”

“Sometimes. Other times, we have a notion of what’s wrong and simply have to let our patient tell us.”

Eunmi nods. “Okay. So, next week?”

“Next week,” Dongyoung agrees. “Try to have a good week, okay?”

“I’ll try.”

In the month she had been seeing Dongyoung, she had had 2 dissociation episodes, each caused by a rude human in some sort of setting. The latest one had actually been on her way into Dongyoung’s office for her weekly session. She had bumped into a businessman and spilled his coffee which he yelled and ranted about until she just shut down. She didn’t remember going up to Dongyoung’s office or even the first half of the session. When she came to, Dongyoung was scribbling something down in his notes as she cuddled with a stuffed animal.

“Welcome back,” he had said and smiled. “You were just telling me that you loved soft things a lot.”

He hadn’t treated her like she was insane. He had been worried and expressed his concern then talked through the encounter with her, but not once had he made it seem like there was something wrong with her.

Ten and Taeyong tried to be calm about everything, but when she had shut down during a shopping trip, they had immediately called Dongyoung to figure out how to fix her. It had hurt after she came back to hear it being called “fixing” like there was something broken inside her. She didn’t feel broken. She felt happy. 

They had apologized when she had mentioned it and had assured her that that wasn’t what they meant, but there was still a little nugget in the back of her mind saying that that was exactly what they meant.

Apart from all of that, Jisung and Donghyuk had come to visit again. As promised, Eunmi plays hide and attack with Donghyuk with Jisung and Ten joining in. It was chaotic, to say the least.

“Okay so Jisung will be it first,” Donghyuk states, with a grin.

“Why me?” Jisung whines. “I’m always first.”

“Because you’re the youngest,” Ten offers.

Donghyuk scoffs. “We all know it’s because he’s the only dog.”

Rolling his eyes, Ten shoves the younger boy. “You could at least try to be nice.”

“Nice? What is that?”

Eunmi giggles. “I can go first if you want, Jisung-ah.”

Jisung immediately shakes his head. “No. I’ll go first, noona. It’s okay.”

“Suck-up,” Donghyuk says. “Oh well. Let’s shift!”

Within moments, there are three cats and a dog all sitting in the middle of the living room.

“You know,” Johnny says as he comes to sit on the couch. “It’s kind of funny how tiny you cats are.”

Even in cat form, Donghyuk manages a deadly glare. 

While he’s distracted, Ten nudges her and motions to a box on it’s side that Donghyuk had brought with him specifically for the game. It was in shambles, certain parts barely holding on, but that was apparently what made it so good to use.

She and Ten dash over to it and hide inside, peering out the hole on the bottom. 

Donghyuk, noticing them in his box, lets out a loud complaining meow. 

“Should have been quicker, Hyuk-ah,” Johnny teases.

Donghyuk hisses then jumps when Jisung pounces down behind him. Turning abruptly, he swipes at Jisung’s muzzle making the dog back up.

Donghyuk’s tail whipping angrily catches Eunmi’s attention and her eyes zero in on it. Quietly stepping out of the box and around it, Eunmi lowers her body to the ground and prepares to pounce on the wiggling appendage. 

She’s in the air, halfway to the tail, when Donghyuk whips around. He smacks at her with his paw then pounces on her, sending her tumbling backwards. The two begin play fighting, Eunmi getting distracted by Donghyuk’s tail every few moments. 

In a moment where Donghyuk has her pinned, he’s pounced on and lets out a ‘mrow’ sound as he’s taken down. 

Ten holds him down and bites at his ears and neck. 

Sitting up, Eunmi watches as Donghyuk wiggles around before finally turning on his side and knocking Ten off his back. The two then roll around pawing and biting at one another for a while.

Eunmi, bored, stretches out on her stomach and lays her head on her paws.

Jisung plops down beside her and flops his head onto her back. His body curls around her and she ends up wrapped in a very warmth puppy shaped blanket.

Eunmi doesn’t even notice her eyes drooping as she dozes off.

She’s nudged awake what feels like moments later by a cold, wet nose which must be Donghyuk since Ten’s is usually dry.

Opening her eyes, Eunmi is confused at seeing Donghyuk laying on top of her curled up form, staring at her. He meows then snuggles into her, eyes slipping closed as he starts purring.

“You’re lucky that we’re here until Taeyong gets back later,” Eunmi hears Johnny says. 

There’s another meow from somewhere around the pile she’s in that sounds like Ten, but she really doesn’t have the space to look up to check. That dilemma is solved when Ten wriggles his way underneath her head and curls up with the majority of his body laying on Jisung’s flank and back legs.

A camera clicks above them and Eunmi internally huffs but can’t be bothered to express her dislike of the photography.

“Taeyong will love that one,” is the last thing Eunmi hears before she dozes off again.

It’s that weekend that everything implodes.

It was a calm Sunday with all three inhabitants lazing around the apartment. Taeyong was actually relaxing for once, flipping mindlessly through channels on the TV with Ten’s head in his lap. Eunmi, restless, was walking around, straightening things up.

She was dusting off some glass objects on the shelf underneath the TV when it happened.

She sneezed, knocking one of the knick-knacks off the shelf. She watches in horror as it drops onto the floor, shattering into a hundred pieces.

Tears gather in her eyes as she hears shouts. This was it. This was when Taeyong finally stopped pretending. She knew it was too good to be true. 

Unable to sit and wait for the inevitable punishment, Eunmi jumps up and rushes to her room, locking the door before dashing into the closet and hiding in the back of it.

Rocking back and forth, Eunmi tries to stave off the oncoming panic, nearly succeeding before she just goes blank. 

Staring at the blackness around her, she can vaguely hear someone banging on her bedroom door, but feels nothing about it. 

When she comes back up, she’s sitting on her bed, swaddled in a blanket with her arm in the grip of Dr. Qian who is cleaning a wound on her hand.

“What happened?” she murmurs.

Dr. Qian looks up at her and smiles. “Just a little accident.”

“Please.”

He sighs, looking back down at her hand as he continues gently cleaning it off. “You tried picking up the glass from the knick-knack and sliced up your hand. Nothing major, just looks bad because there’s so many cuts.”

Eunmi buries her head in her blanket. “When am I leaving?”

Dr. Qian’s head snaps up. “You’re not leaving, Eunmi. It was an accident. Taeyong knows that. Hell, Ten has broken more of those knick-knacks than I can count.”

“But Ten belongs to him. I don’t. I’m just a stray that they feel sorry for.”

Dr. Qian leans forward and, with his voice almost a whisper, says, “That’s not true, Eunmi-yah. They love you. You are no different from Ten in Taeyong’s eyes.”

Eunmi sniffles. “Those words sound nice, but I know they’re not true.”

“They are very true.”

Eunmi looks over towards the door and sees Taeyong standing there.

“Ten and I planned to do this in a much more special way, but I guess now is good enough,” Taeyong says, walking over. He sits on the bed beside Eunmi and rests a hand on her back. “I want to adopt you, Eunmi. I want you to have a permanent home here with Ten and I.”

Eunmi’s eyes water. “But I-”

“Ten has purposefully broken hundreds of those. It was an accident. An accident that even I could have had.”

“So you’re not mad?”

Taeyong shakes his head. “Not in the slightest.”

Eunmi looks unsure for a moment, her face scrunched up. “You want to keep me?”

“As long as you want to stay.”

A smile blooms on Eunmi’s face as tears roll down her cheeks.

“I want to stay forever.”

⎬𝚊/𝚗: All that’s left is the epilogue! I may play around with this universe a bit more and involve some other NCT members, but I don’t know yet.

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× genre: smut, everyone is filthy rich × pairing: San x Reader (fem.) × word count: 4.7k × warnings: explicit language, mentions of alcohol, smoking, fingering, oral, clit play, dirty talk, explicit sex, marijuana use

× synopsis:The only excitement at this boring extravagant party was the taste of a random kid’s lips on yours mixed with the devil’s lettuce, who happens to be the son of the CEO your parents partnered with. It couldn’t get any better than that. 

☁️: i don’t smoke weed, but that shit is lowkey hot, especially when you end up shot-gunning with a slicked-back-blonde-hair san.

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You never knew what the point of holding such extravagant parties was. Did they really donate proceeds to charity, or was that another cold lie your parents fed the guests apart from the disgusting over-priced cheese and caviar? 

It was nights like these where you wanted nothing but to go home and empty the fridge or possibly passed out face flat onto a lawn at some random frat party you found yourself in. Anything would be better than standing in feet-aching heels at a party with no one to talk to. 

If you earnt a dollar for every time you welcomed guests and greeted them with your million dollar realistic fake smile, you’d become a billionaire, rich enough to buy your parent’s company and probably two others. Your cheeks were aching just as much as your feet with the number of times you had to smile through the pain of talking to business people about their stupid taxes and so on. 

“You might want to slow down on the tarts, dear, there are guests you know” It wasn’t like anybody bothered to get their hands crumby with the tarts, so why not do it for them?

“That’s your fault for inviting so many people, mother” You didn’t even need to take a glance at her to know she rolled her eyes into another dimension at your snarky comment. 

“Behave” To be completely honest, it was quite satisfying seeing your mother fed up with you. It could possibly teach her a thing or two. It was honestly the least you could do after living a life many wished for. If only they knew the consequences of actually living it. 

It felt like the walls were closing in with every passing second you stayed inside, surrounded by countless bodies that wanted nothing to talk about money and other materialistic desires. You felt disgusted with every fibre of your body as you take a swift glance at your parents, putting on a show with the same plastic smiles as their snake tongues lure the interests of tycoons.

The longer you stayed here, the more you wanted to throw up from basking in overly expensive perfume and cologne. Your cheeks were on the verge of seizing from the smiles, it was exhausting.

It felt even more suffocating, literally, as you squeeze passed guests and avoiding the urge to knock over the sparkling champagne glass in their hands. The balcony seemed to be the only place of refuge. Sliding the glass door, you stepped outside into the midst of breezy night with slight shivers travelling up your body.

You felt like you can breathe again after escaping out into the open. The chatters and laughs muffled as you slide the glass door closed again, turning your back on the faces to bask in the chilly air with nothing but a loose satin dress short enough to hide the case of cigarettes strapped to your thigh. 

The balcony was long, it wrapped around one entire side and halfway around the other. It got colder as you dipped around the corner, perfect and away from prying eyes. You hiked up your dress slightly, taking the case of cigarettes strapped to your thigh before holding it between your lips. 

If your parents ever found out you were one of those tobacco users, they’d blame you for tarnishing their reputation with ridiculously absurd malicious headlines, ‘Heiress of Multimillion-Dollar Company or a Tobacco Addict?’ ‘The Irony of a Smoker Running A Biomedical Company’.  It was as if it were the apocalypse if they’d ever catch you, not that you would let them.

“Those things kill you fast, you know?” You were in the middle of a drag of your cigarette before a voice jolted you up from your spot, making you spin around to a man leaning against the wall.

“I’m counting on it” You were only joking of course.

“So what’s a pretty girl like you doing out here smoking?” The man kicked himself off the wall before stepping into the more lit area of the balcony.

“You can’t call me pretty if you don’t know me” Your lips kissed the cigarette again, blowing smoke between your lips as you stared out into the city from the rails of your penthouse balcony. 

“What if I do know you?” His features were sharp under the dim lighting, cheekbones stood out very prominently as his feline eyes left your jaw dropped. He was truly astonishing.

“I don’t seem to know who you are” You turned to face him, getting a better observation at his god-like features as you held the cigarette over the railing.

“I’m Choi San” Now that was a name that had rung a few rusty bells in your head.

“Don’t tell me you’re the Choi San of-” 

“Choi Biomedical Technologies? Yes, I’m that Choi San”

Almost half of all hospitals had the equipment and resources produced by San’s father in use day and night. Fortunately enough, the company had decided to pair with your parent’s medical research and company. 

“Funny enough, I don’t see your face around often” 

“It’s pointless to just show my face at a party where I don’t have fun” San shoved his hands in the pockets of his pants, shuffling a bit in his spot before finally turning his face towards you. 

Now you could clearly see everything, and my, he was indeed a masterpiece. You were amazed at how he managed to slick back his hair without the look of heavy hair products glistening under the light. 

“So what made you show up to this one?” If there was any way possible that excused you from attending these parties, you’d take it in a heartbeat. 

“To see what the hype was all about, my father’s tried setting me up with many girls when I don’t go. So I figured if I showed up just once, he’d finally leave me alone” 

“And did he?”

“Why do you think I’m out here?” San smirked as he ran his hand through his hair, staring down at your cigarette.

“Sounds pitiful” You bring your hand up, holding the slow killer against your lips before puffing one out into the air.

“May I?” San nodded towards the cigarette, eyes drooping at the sight of it between your lips.

“You don’t spike me as a smoker” You handed the stick over to him, watching him take a drag before smoke escapes pass his lips. 

“You’d be surprised about other things” San grimaced at the cigarette before handing it back to you and looking out into the city.

“Like what?” Now you were genuinely curious.

A smirk crawled up San’s face as he faced you again, eyeing you with curious eyes before licking his teeth. You could tell he was trying to avoid your question, but it just worked your curiosity even more.

“What are you doing out here?” You scoffed at San’s diversion, turning around to rest your forearms against the rails. 

“For a smoke obviously, and my feet hurt from walking around” You shook off the ash from the cigarette, hesitantly bringing the nearly finished stick up to your lips once again.

“You always smoke at parties?”  

“Only when I have to”

“What made you tonight?” 

“Look at that and tell me you don’t want to get out of there” San didn’t have to look to know what you were referring to. In fact, he felt exactly the same.

“You know, I have something better than this,” San plucked the cigarette out from your lips and threw it off the balcony before reaching in his jacket, pulling out a small clear bag of what seemed to look like chopped up parsley “, that would relax you”.

“What the fuck?” Your eyes widen as you finally realise what was in front of you. This guy really just stored weed in his jacket like it was nothing. 

“What? Have you never tried?” You shook your head, eyeing the green flakes sitting in its little ziplock bag. 

“I never knew where to get it-”

“Wow, look at that!” You could’ve sworn your head was about to rip right off your neck from how fast you swerved behind.

Silhouettes of guests fill the floor as a few flooded out into the balcony, making your heart race as you assured San to put the bag back in his jacket. Thankfully, the two of you were around the corner which let you dodge a bullet from noisy guests.

“Shit” As much as you wanted to smoke whatever San offered, it was too risky out here even behind the unlit corner of your balcony.

“I know a place where we can-”

“No, I can’t leave the building, they won’t let me” Your parents have had enough of you to strict you from leaving the party, mainly to keep a close eye on you and prevent anything that would blacken their name.

“Does your bathroom have a big window?” San fixed his jacket before stepping aside, walking around the corner with you following behind.

“Yeah, but it’ll look suspicious if we go upstairs together” You immediately spot your parents the moment you stepped back inside, no surprise they were buttering up more guests.

“The more you think about it, the more it’ll look suspicious” Technically, it wasn’t that hard staying out of your parent’s vision as they chattered away with more people and sipping on their champagne. 

San stayed behind you as you quickly trod up the stairs to the second level, quietness flushing over you as the party stayed below. San appeared not long after, inspecting the new surrounding as you opened the door to your bathroom. 

The marble glistened the moment you flicked on the lights, most of which doesn’t seem to phase San one bit. The door locked behind you as you unlatched the window, letting the cold air in as well as making it an escape for your smoke.

“What kind of shower is that?” San snickered. You honestly have no clue either.

“I don’t know, we don’t use this bathroom” You always questioned why your mother had such a desire for homes with more than enough rooms, it was pointless really.

“So your family’s like that too huh?” San pulled out the little bag again, placing it on to the marble counter before reaching for something else. 

“Like what?” You stared at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair as you patted smudged mascara underneath your eyes.

“Money this, money that?” Your eyes turned down to San, packing the green flakes into a thin piece of paper. 

“It’s sickening” You were just glad you managed to escape the trap of falling into the mindset of materialistic wealth and whatnot.

“It’s surprising to finally find someone like me” 

“Like you? So you’re telling me all those campaigns and charities are bullshit too?” San’s father always loved taking every chance he got to host events beneficial to his company.

“Blatant lie, every single one of them” San sounded embarrassed, ashamed of his family’s immoral choices.

You almost feel sorry for him, but yet again, your family was exactly like that too. You couldn’t judge him one bit, not that you would anyways. Nowadays, you were always met with rich privileged dickheads boasting about which Rolex they bought with their ‘daddy’s’ black card.

“Lick” San brought the rolled stick up to your lips as you sat on the counter, waiting for you to the seal it up for him.

His eyes locked onto yours as he stood in front of you. Without taking yours off his, you stick your tongue out, swiping across the thin paper before letting San close off the stick.

“Where’d you buy it?” If you didn’t have eyes watching you 24/7, you’d be at some random back alley buying as much devil lettuce as you want and possibly smoking it at some random back alley. 

San, without a doubt, would have security with him all the time. The fact that he managed to obtain weed was questioning.

“A friend of mine sells it from his gym” San tapped your lip with the stick before flicking the lid off of his Zippo lighter, letting the flame spark as it flickered close to the end of the stick.

“Smart” The paper burnt black as it shrivelled from the flame. San set the lighter down onto the counter, packing away the contents of your little construction before taking off his suit jacket. You could’ve sworn his shirt was about to unbutton, not that you were complaining.

“If you ever need, look for Jongho down at the gym besides the 7/11 parking lot, call for Wooyoung if he isn’t there” 

“There’s a lot of 7/11′s” You took a hit of the stick, head instantly feeling lighter as your eyes drooped a bit.

“There’s only one 7/11 with a parking lot downtown with a gym next to it” 

Your feet dangled off the ground, heels clanking against the counter as you let your sore feet take a break from walking on tiptoes all night. San hung his jacket on the hook by the door, rolling up his sleeves up to his forearms as he nodded towards the stick. Boy, those arms were nice.

The hit did a lot more than expected, it was worth the wait, and the risk. You take the stick from your lips, pressing it against San’s as you take the strap on your thigh off with the cigarette case on it.

“You should quit while you can” San muffled, blowing the smoke towards the window as he leaned against the counter with his hands either side of you, still keeping a distance between his body and yours. You honestly wish he was closer though.

“I already know it’s going to be hard” You almost instantly regretted buying your first pack of cigarettes, if you knew what withdrawals were at the time, you would’ve never had pressed that toxic stick against your lips.

“It’s better than ending up black lungs” San raised his brows, letting you take the stick from his lips for another hit.

“I’m gonna need more of these if I start quitting” 

“You can keep the ones I brought tonight” You gulped at the closing distance between you and San, the dangling chain around his neck hitting against his chest every time he moved wasn’t making it any easier to stay reserved.

“I’ll pay you back”

“Don’t bother. Consider it a gift” 

“A gift for what?”

“Being decent I guess” You were so tempted to blow this smoke into his face.

“You’re decent too I guess” More than decent actually, but you were too scared to say that. After all, you only met him ten minutes ago. 

Your head felt lighter than the clouds, it was everything better than your average smoke. Now you were definitely going to attempt quitting.

“How is it?” San smiled softly, droopy-eyed as he slumped forward towards you with arms caging you in.

“This shit is amazing” You almost choke while pulling the stick from your lips, making San chuckle in such a deep but mesmerising voice, faintly showing off his dimple you didn’t know he had.

“This is probably the most fun I’ve had at these parties” San chuckled, tilting his head to the side as you press the stick back onto his soft lips once again.

“I have you to thank for that” Your heart was on the verge of jumping out of your chest as you stared at San’s devilish smirk. There was that hint of cockiness in him that had attracted you to grown to like him.

“I guess you could call it fate” San flickered back and forth between your eyes, blowing smoke out from the side of his mouth before giving the stick back to you.

“You know what would be more fun?” You couldn’t really stop yourself from saying anything further. But, you really wanted to just pop that button on his shirt that’s been on the brink of slipping out of its hold.

“Don’t say you have more drugs up your dress”

“Kiss me” You said nice and slowly enough for San to comprehend, you couldn’t help but bite down on your lip at your sudden boost of confidence, giggling at San’s bewildered face.

“You know, that would be fun” San smirked, grabbing a quick hit before locking his lips onto yours, smoke plummeting into your mouth as your fingers tangle in his hair with his body pushing between your legs.

“Oh yeah, this is so much better” Your arms slung around his neck as you inched yourself closer to the edge of the counter, pressing your cunt against the bulge in his pants as your legs cage him against you with his arms doing the same to you.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you outside” San moaned against your lips as he subconsciously pushed his hips forward, grinding against your sopping wet cunt.

“Then why didn’t you?” Your forehead rests against San’s with a hand tangled his hair as the other slides down his chest, hooking your finger onto his chain.

“I thought you were one of those bimbos who say ‘daddy’ too much” It was quite insulting to know you’d given off those vibes, but who could blame you for wanting to look your best?

“I would’ve figured those were your type of girls” Your lips brush over San’s once again before softly biting it.

“Guess we’re both wrong” San’s hands cupped the bottom of your thighs, smoothing over your skin as he plants a wet kiss on your lips before trailing them down your jaw, making you throw your head back as his lips graze over your sensitive skin, plastering rough kisses all over as you squirmed in pleasure against his hold.

You pushed your hips further, almost falling off the counter if it wasn’t for San’s body pushing against you and his hard crotch grinding against your soaked pussy. San’s hand slid up and down your leg before hiking under your dress, scrunching the satin material up to your waist as you squeezed his forearm.

You could feel your arousal soaking every inch of your panties as San’s hand runs across the skin of your waist, thumb rubbing the bottom of your bralette as you pushed his head closer to yours for another sopping kiss. A low groan from the back of his throat only made your head lighter in lust as you slowly pop the buttons off his shirt.

Looking back, you never thought you’d end up in the bathroom making out high with a semi-stranger. But, it was better than floating in a pool of rich narcissistic fucks. 

San’s chest frees as you rip open his shirt, letting him drop it to the ground as your fingers trace over the lining of his defined abs. Your nipples harden as San’s fingers slip under your bralette, cupping your breast in one hand as your nipple rolls between his fingers.

A wet stain was probably evident against San’s crotch area from your subconscious grinding. It was nothing a blow dryer couldn’t fix.

You could feel his cock throbbing under his pants against your pussy. A hand glides down from his abs and down to the belt of his pants, fumbling with it before scrunching his pants down to his thighs along with his boxers, freeing his pulsating cock against your thigh. 

San’s tongue swiped across your bottom lip as he drove his hand down your thigh, inching his thumb towards your clothed clit and rubbing it slowly as your wetness soaked through your panties. Your fingers remain tangled in his hair as the other hand grasped his cock firmly, thumb swiping over his slit before pumping slowly.

“Fuck” San groaned against your lips, cock twitching in your hold as you smear his precum over his reddened tip. 

You clenched around nothing as San dragged your panties down to the ground, letting your bare ass sit on the cold marble counter as his thumb circled at your clit. Your legs ache from staying in the air with nowhere to rest upon other than San’s waist. 

“Oh my god” A breathy moan escapes from your lips as San presses his fingers against your folds, coating them in your juices as he slides them up and down before pushing them into your hole.

“I want you so bad- fuck” San pumped two fingers in and out of you with your juices glistening on his fingers. 

“Nothing’s stopping you” You cupped his face, shooting an assuring look before planting a sloppy wet kiss on his lips before he kissed down your neck again, moving much faster down to your collarbone and just the top of your breasts before lowering his body.

San’s fingers were still buried deep in you, pumping steadily as his face reached down to your thighs, smothering the inside with his soft kisses before moving over to your clit. It throbbed intensely as San let his tongue press flat against it before circling it around.

You gripped San’s hair tightly, legs quivering on San’s shoulders as he lapped at your pussy, dragging his fingers in and out of your tight hole. Thankfully, the chatter down below was loud enough for your sinful doings to be covered up. 

“Right there- oh fuck” San’s tongue flicked rapidly against your clit before sliding it up and down your slit with his thumb now circling around your clit and hands flat against your stomach, holding your dress up.

“Mhm” It was a soft moan against your core that got you going crazy. You needed more than just his tongue, you needed him.

You cupped the side of San’s head with both hands before pulling him back up to your lips, letting the tip of his cock twitch at your entrance, slipping with your juices and his precum. San hooked an arm around your back, hugging your close as he kissed you hungrily, tongue lapping everywhere with yours.

“Look in that drawer” San pulled back, tilting his head to see which one you were talking about before gripping the knob and pulling it out.

“I thought you said no one uses this bathroom” A pack of condoms appeared from below as San rips the box open, pulling one out and ripping it with his teeth before spitting the foil to the side. 

“That’s exactly why I stored them there” You grabbed latex, rolling it down his cock as he threw his head back with a groan.

“Mhmmfuck” Your mouth hanged wide at the stretch of San’s dick sliding into you, taking a few breaths before letting him move. 

“Fucking christ, so tight” San groaned against your neck before pecking it, slowly thrusting his hips into you as your legs lazily wrap around his waist.

You weren’t sure if you were able to keep your moans to a minimum when San was breathing down your neck like this and hips rolling into you smoothly. God hope the commotion below was loud enough to save you.

San rolled his hips, burying his cock deep in you as he moved slowly. Your head pounded like crazy his hands roamed every inch of your body, squeezing everywhere he could, literally, get his hands on.

The pleasure immediately flooded your head as San quickened his pace, pumping waves of pleasure throughout your body with each thrust. Your forehead rests against his as your lips hover over San’s, brushing ever so lightly as they part.

“Ohmygod yesyes” The sound of skin slapping against skin bounced off the walls as San grunted loudly, tensing his abs with each hard thrust.

Your moans were almost high-pitched as San knocked the air out of your lungs, gripping on to your thighs for dear life as your hands travelled up and down from his chest to his toned abs.

“You like that? Hm?” A smirk crawled its way onto his face as he gazed at you with hooded eyes, still fucking the daylights out of you as your breasts bounced in their place.

“Yes, oh my god- fuck yesnnghaa” You absolutely love the way San’s hips rolled against yours, it was like riding a rollercoaster to heaven and you weren’t even riding anything.

“You like the way I fuck this perfect little cunt of yours?” San grunted through a clenched jaw, slamming his hips against yours, making you gasp wildly for air.

“Fuckfuckyes- yes!” Your hand slapped behind San’s neck as he rutted into you like no tomorrow, sending your head to a cloud of nothingness except lust and pleasure. 

“Mhmffuck you’re so perfect” San’s lips attacked yours once again, you could care less about the slobbering mess, it was actually kind of hot. 

San held hugged you close as your legs gave him no chance of withdrawal as his dick continuously hits the spot of limitless pleasure, sending your breath straight out the window. A whine falls from your parted lips as your face scrunches in pleasure with brows furrowed deeply as your foreheads touch.

“S-So close- mmphh” Your legs quivered with every passing second, skin becoming sensitive with every touch as San cherished your body against his.

San quicked his thrusts, literally knocking you back further as he plunges his hips harder against yours. A bundle of pleasure in the pit of your stomach starts to go wild, seizing with every thrust made to reach the spot inside you that you could never reach. 

Your walls clench tightly around his cock like you were holding on for dear life, slamming your lips against San’s to muffle your sickly moans as he rammed into you. It was like floating in a utopia filled with nothing but euphoric bliss as your vision went blurry with San’s grunting against your ear.

“Oh fuck! Yes ohmygodddnngghh yesyes-” You gasped sharply, legs starting to quiver as your abdomen tensed from the sudden burst of pleasure ricocheting all around your body to flooding your brain. You could’ve sworn you went cross-eyed for a bit. 

“A little bit moremmph fuckk” It was only a matter of seconds before San rutted hard into you one last time before spewing his release into the latex, moaning wildly against your lips as he hugged you closer than before.

Your body subconsciously spazzed subtly as San slowly slid himself out from your hole, letting his cock twitch against your thigh as his forehead rests against yours. It was a comfortable silence that washed over the two of you, there was nothing but the sound of your desperate pants of deprived breath. 

It felt like everything had frozen at that moment when San’s eyes met yours, it was like you had just seen a thousand stars pooling in his eyes when he pecked your lip. 

You pulled back to get a better look, still accumulating your clear vision as San rolled off the latex without looking down, discarding it in the trash can beside you. A small bead of sweat lined the side of his face, making you pat it away with a tissue you pulled from the box behind you. 

“Your makeup’s ruined” San pulled up his boxers along with his pants, letting it hang at his hips as he leaned forward with his hands rested against the edge of the counter. 

“Not like I’m going anywhere afterwards” You gently dabbed San’s sweat away before throwing the tissue into the trash, leaning back on your arms with San still inches away from your face.

“I can try to sneak you out” San whispered, gazing deeply into your eyes as you did the same.

“Now why would you want to do that?” 

“To have proper fun” San pushed himself off the counter, reaching down for your panties that had been plastered onto the floor just ages ago before carefully sliding them back up your leg and holding your ass in the process, caressing it gently.

“We just had our fun” You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your chest against his naked one as you hopped off the counter.

“I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other quite often” 

“I’m actually counting on it” You traced your finger along the outline of his pecks before landing a soft kiss on his lips one last time.

“Music to my ears”

“Hm?”

“Party’s over, sweetheart”

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Copyright © 2020 by serendipityunho      All Rights Reserved

[luxekook]

intensity | myg

⇥ pairing: yoongi x reader ⇥ genre: angst, smut, fluff, established relationship ⇥ summary: this is a sequel to intimidation. in which yoongi is intense in every facet of their relationship, except one… and the reader is on a mission to find out why. ⇥ word count: 3.9k ⇥ warnings: nc17, cursing, dirty talk, general chaos, dom!yoongi with a side of switch, sub!reader with a side of switch, rough smut [oral (f receiving), light choking, spanking, breast worship, slight marking, slight ownership kink, unprotected sex (wrap it, folx, please), mentions of threesomes]

⇥ dedication: @shadowsremedy​​ heaaaath bby! i hope you like this! i think it might be terrible, but plz enjoy anyway sdfsdhbakj

⇥ prequel: intimidation

Six months into dating Min Yoongi and you were so fucking whipped for him that you might just say the dreaded “L” word.

Was it too soon to know? The majority of your friends sure thought so - Nia being the exception.

(“Wife him up, girl!”)

The majority of your friends also thought that Yoongi never outwardly showed how much he cared for you. But, you knew they just weren’t looking hard enough.

They weren’t looking at the way he linked his pinky with yours just to be connected to you. They weren’t looking at the way he always gave you his full and undivided attention no matter how trivial of a story you told. They weren’t looking at the way he flushed a light shade of pink whenever you complimented his music.

But you were looking. God, you were looking so hard you feared you might just melt under the intensity that was Min Yoongi.

Everything about Yoongi was intense: his aura, his focus, his ambition.

Everything about dating Yoongi was even more intense: his devotion, his affection, his possessive nature.

Everything about him was intense… Everything except one thing.

Sex.

And you were baffled.

Yoongi treated you like a queen, albeit a fragile one. He fucked you like you might break under him. He fucked you softly, sweetly.

You weren’t saying that the sex wasn’t good. He always made sure that you came multiple times with his fingers, his tongue, his cock. But it just wasn’t enough. It was like he was holding part of himself back from you. And you just wanted to know why.

Were you not attractive enough to evoke such fervor? Was he not into it? Oh lord, did he think you sucked at sex? You could pull out some receipts that said otherwise.

And, yet, the absolute worst part of it all was the fact that Yoongi’s reputation for being a dominant lover preceded him. You heard it from your friends, you heard it from the twitter-verse, you heard it from his friends… fuck, you’d even heard it from your damn T.A.

And yet, all Yoongi gave you was sweet, sweet vanilla.

And all you wanted was some damn rocky road.

The tipping point came earlier that night when you had overheard Yoongi and his friends talking about you…

“Aren’t you bored, Yoongi? What do you even do together? Make flashcards?”

That was one fucking time, you had glared accusingly at the wooden door that separated you from where Yoongi and his friends had been congregated in his tiny dorm room. Your ears had strained to catch Yoongi’s muttered response through the cacophony of laughter and had failed miserably.

When you had planned to surprise your boyfriend after your night class had been cancelled, you’d never thought that you would end up being the one caught off guard.

You hadn’t initially meant to eavesdrop on their conversation, but his friends had just been so loud and your curiosity had just gotten the best of you.

“She’s such a goody-goody… I bet she doesn’t let you get rough.”

That time you had heard Yoongi’s answer: “I just don’t know if she could handle it… (y/n) is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I don’t want to mess it up if I blow her back out and break her.”

You had heard enough. Turning on your heel, you had marched back down the dimly lit hallway towards the stairwell. 

“Couldn’t handle it. Couldn’t handle it?”

Now, you found yourself still seething hours later. Livid, but not without plans. You had already decided to take this matter into your own hands days earlier, but now your timeline had shifted. Oh, Min Yoongi would rue the day…

You smiled at your reflection in the mirror as you applied your blood red lipstick. Your phone long since silenced lit up for the umpteenth time that evening.

You were ignoring him. Was it petty? Yes. Was it strategic? Fuck yes.

You knew that Yoongi would be going to Seokjin’s birthday party tonight. The older boy had blackmailed Yoongi into going a few weeks ago by threatening to release an old demo that Yoongi had made in his early teens.

Suddenly, you were also going to make an appearance - a complete coincidence, of course.

Nia had convinced you that going with her to this party would drive Yoongi crazy, especially since you'd been ignoring him. But she also had an ulterior motive. Nia and Jimin had been hooking up on and off since you and Yoongi had gotten together; and, right now, they were very much in an 'on' phase.

You gave yourself one last glance over in the mirror and shrugged. The little black dress and heeled ankle boots would do. After all, it was really what was underneath that counted.

The new lingerie that you had impulse-ordered a few days ago after brainstorming ideas on how to make Yoongi lose his mind had arrived. The set that you settled on tonight might just achieve that goal - all black lace with garters and thigh highs.

It had put a nice dent in your wallet, but it would be well worth it if your boyfriend finally fucked you into next week.

Speaking of... your phone lit up yet again, this time with an incoming call. You were so tempted to pick up. Yoongi's voice was your favorite - all deep and raspy and teasing.

Your freshly manicured finger sent him to voicemail.

“(Y/n)!” Nia’s voice called from her bedroom adjacent to the bathroom you currently resided in, “Are you ready?”

“Yes, let’s do this.”

Fifteen minutes later, you walked through Jin’s front door. “Whoa,” Nia stopped short, making you bump into her.

“What?” You surveyed the crowded room. Then you spotted him. “Oh my god.”

Jin stood atop the coffee table wearing nothing but a pair of banana-printed shorts and a felt birthday cake hat. He was also dancing rather aggressively to “Birthday Cake” by Rihanna.

“Yah!” His attention suddenly fell on you and Nia, “Wel-come and put your name on it.”

You both gaped at the birthday boy who now was descending into a twerking fit while screaming the word ‘cake’ alongside Rihanna.

“Do you think it’s too late to turn back?” You whispered to Nia.

“He’s already seen us. We’re doomed,” Nia responded, her eyes still glued to Jin’s writhing form.

Laughing, you grabbed Nia’s wrist and tugged her towards the kitchen.

Suddenly, you felt eyes on you, on your body. You knew that Yoongi was here somewhere, and he’d seen you. It would be so easy to just go up to your boyfriend and smother him with kisses and affection like usual; but, that was not on the agenda. And so you forged forth without a backwards glance towards the living room where he must have been.

After fixing a drink and losing Nia quickly to Jimin, you were still steadfastly avoiding going back into the living room. Now, you were in a nice conversation with a boy named Jinyoung about the merits of being in Slytherin.

"Can I talk to you?" Yoongi pushed in between you and Jinyoung, effectively interrupting your rant over how Slytherin ambition can be used for good.

"Can it wait?" You spared your boyfriend a cursory glance before turning back to Jinyoung. Yoongi already looked thoroughly pissed off. Perfect. Suppressing a smile, you tried to reinstate your conversation with Jinyoung and pretend that Yoongi was not even there.

Yoongi let out a low growl before snapping, “No, it can't wait." He grabbed your hand and began to pull you down the narrow hallway. Your feigned protests fell on deaf ears as he continued to tug you along towards Jin's room. You waved in departure at an amused Jinyoung who just raised his glass in your direction.

Opening the door, Yoongi pushed you inside and slammed the door shut behind him. Crossing his arms across his chest, Yoongi pinned you with his stare. “Are you mad at me?" His question came with an accompanying head tilt and eyebrow raise.

“No. What makes you say that?” You reveled in the scoff he made in response.

Yoongi stalked towards where you stood at the foot of Jin’s bed. “You haven’t answered my texts or calls. You haven’t acknowledged me all night. You even walked right by me earlier in the living room, baby. So help me out, because I’m a little confused.”

“Join the club.”

“What was that?” His narrowed eyes spat fire in your direction. The words you had mumbled under your breath were obviously not as subtle as you thought.

“Nothing, baby.” You smiled innocently despite your boyfriend’s growing fury. “I just didn’t see you or your texts earlier.”

Yoongi’s jaw clenched. “Bullshit.”

“Yoongi, drop it.”

“No, I won’t drop it, (y/n)! You’re obviously mad at something I did.”

“I’m not!”

“Oh my god. You’re fucking furious.”

“I’m not mad, okay? God, I am so tired of you parading around like you know every damn thing about me. Well, guess what: you don’t, Min Yoongi!”

Your boyfriend’s eyebrows had practically disappeared under the fringe of his hair during your outburst. His eyes were comically wide as you continued.

“You think I’m so fucking breakable? Newsflash, buddy, I’ve been someone else’s sub before! But you wouldn’t know that, would you? You wouldn’t even know the first thing about what I like in bed. And you know why? Because you’ve never asked!”

Yoongi no longer looked shellshocked. No. Now, he just looked downright agitated. “Baby, calm down.”

This little shit right here…

“Oh no, you don’t get to tell me to calm down! Not when you’ve been going around telling everyone and their mother that you fuck me like I’m fragile. And, meanwhile, I’m over here being bombarded with people ranting and raving about how rough you are in bed! Well, if you’re so rough and ready then why the fuck am I still getting this sweet vanilla shit? Am I not attractive enough for you, is that it?”

“Kitten, I’d really advise you to stop talking.” The new nickname flew right over your head as you spared a glance in his direction and swallowed. His expression was thunderous. Too bad you were too far into your rant to turn back now.

“I must be really fucking boring to you if you won’t even consider spicing things up with me! Am I not pleasing enough for you to want your fucking mark on my body? Is that it? Or are you just tired of me in general?“

“You’re playing a very dangerous game here, (y/n)…” Yoongi cupped your chin in his hand tightly and drew your face up to his. You gulped. You had never seen your boyfriend look so angry, so punishing, so hot. He continued, “I’ve told you before that I’d give you anything if you just asked for it. So, I just want you to think about what you’re asking for here.”

The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them. “I haven’t thought about anything else for fucking weeks! I even considered asking Sehyun for advice!”

“And who’s Sehyun?”

Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You had not planned to mention your dominant ex-boyfriend as part of this conversation.

“(Y/n), I am going to ask you one more time… Who. Is. Sehyun?”

In your tiniest voice, you replied, “My ex who used to dom me.”

Yoongi hissed a breath in between his teeth. “So, you’re telling me that instead of coming to me with this, you thought about going to your fucking ex? Your old dom?”

This was not good. This was really not good.

“That’s not the point!”

“You’re right.” Yoongi suddenly sits on the edge of the bed and tugged me face down across his lap. “The point is that you’ve been bad. And bad girls get punished.”

It was honestly embarrassing how quickly you got wet after he uttered those words with you splayed out on top of him. Positioned like this, you felt vulnerable, totally at his mercy.

Yoongi rolled up the bottom of your dress. As you felt the cool air of the room brush your lace-covered ass and thighs, Yoongi sucked in a breath. You felt his gaze on you. “Kitten,” His voice came out deeper than you had ever heard it before, "Did you buy these for me?"

You shimmied your hips on his lap, craving any sort of friction. "Yes," you moaned as you felt Yoongi's fingers hook under one of your garters, before pulling and snapping it back onto the skin of your thigh. The accompanying sharp sting of pain only made you even more soaked - a fact that was not lost on Yoongi.

"You like that, don't you?" Yoongi repeats his actions on your other thigh before murmuring lowly, "Don't you, my little slut?"

You let out an involuntary moan at his filthy words, grinding into his dark jeans.

Smack. Yoongi slapped one of your cheeks, startling you with both the sound and the sting.

“I asked you a question.“ Yoongi's hand kneaded your ass, causing the prickling of pain to quickly turn to pleasure.

"I do! I do like it, daddy.” The title slipped out automatically, but judging by the way Yoongi's cock twitched underneath you, he didn't mind.

"Fuck yeah, kitten. Call me daddy.”

Yup, he really didn't mind.

"Now, I want you to count," Yoongi growled, hand squeezing you roughly before sliding your panties and thigh highs off to fully uncover your ass and thighs.

"Yes, daddy.” The anticipation, though brief, made your heart race.

"This is for ignoring my messages.” 

Smack. "One."

“This one is for ignoring me in person.”

Smack. "T-two."

”This is for lying to me."

Smack. "Three."

"This is for thinking you're not attractive enough for me."

Smack. "Four."

"This is for even considering that I might find you boring."

Smack. "F-five."

“Look at you,” Yoongi’s fingers suddenly ceased their kneading and drifted to your drenched pussy, “You’re fucking soaked, and you’re only halfway though your punishment.” His finger slid inside you fleetingly before sliding back out. Your back arched in search of contact - something, anything.

“This is for not saying you wanted my mark sooner."

Smack. “Si-ix.”

“Actually, kitten, I’m going to give you two for that one.”

Smack. “Mm, seven.” The heat from his smacks was spreading from your ass to your pussy, settling low in your belly.

”This is for mentioning that prick Sehyun."

Smack. "You don't even know h-" Smack. Smack.

“E-eight!”

"This is for being a brat and not coming to me with your issues."

Smack. “Nine.”

“This is for fucking dripping all over my jeans despite the fact that this was supposed to be a punishment.”

Smack. “Ten.”

You laid slack in his lap for a bit, pliant under his kneading hands.

“You did so well, kitten.” Yoongi cradled you in his arms, pulling you into an upright position before laying you down on the bed with your legs hanging off the side. “I’m going to fuck you so hard…” He groaned, burying his face against your breasts, lips seeking. “But first, I think you need a little reward after taking that punishment so well.”

You arched, needing his mouth.

“Let’s get these clothes off of you.” He pulled your dress over your head before quickly unhooking your bra from behind your back.

“Goddamn, you really do have the prettiest fucking nipples I’ve ever seen, kitten. I always wonder if I could make you cum just by sucking them. I bet I can…”

Your mind grew hazy when he finally turned his head and took one of your nipples between his lips, dragging his tongue over the sensitive bud. He sucked it into his mouth with a groan, and you couldn’t help but moan, “Yes, daddy!” Your body felt like it was burning; but, still, you wanted more.

He turned to your other nipple and muttered, “You taste so sweet, (y/n)...” Yoongi worshipped your other nipple with his mouth, his tongue, and even the slightest bite of teeth. After finally leaving that one as aching as the other, he pulled back to face you.

“Kitten, you’re so fucking sexy.” He hovered over you, taking his time kissing down your stomach, leaving marks in his wake. Intentionally skipping the place you need him most, Yoongi trailed kisses on the insides of your thighs. Finally, he was poised over the seam of your pussy.

“This,” his breath caressed your slit, “Belongs to me.” You squirmed, anxious with anticipation.

“Say it,” Yoongi growled, slapping your pussy lightly, “Say that this pretty pussy is all mine.”

“It’s yours. God, Yoongi, it’s yours. Please, daddy.” Your pleas burst from your mouth in an embarrassingly whiny tone.

And then it happened in a blink. His mouth was on you. His hot tongue swiped over your clit before drawing it into his mouth and sucking it.

As he devoured you, a growl sounded from his chest; and, the idea of finally, finally inspiring that kind of lust turned you on so fucking much.

“D-daddy, I’m going to c-come!” You were already coming undone with each skilled swipe of his tongue.

Yoongi pulled back. Honestly, you really should have seen that coming.

(Or should have seen yourself not coming for that matter.)

Before you could even attempt to slide your own hand down to where you needed it most, Yoongi pulled you up towards him. Your legs shook as you tried to find your balance, but he was too impatient for that evidently.

Yoongi picked you up, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his slim waist.

Stumbling, you both crashed into the wall. His hips pressed firmly into yours, wanting you to feel him.

He rested his forehead against yours, and, breathing heavily, he said, "I can't believe you thought for one second that I didn't find you attractive." His hips ground into yours. You felt his hardness, his heat, his desire for you. "Does this feel like I'm not attracted to you, kitten? Can’t you tell how hard I am for you? Fuck, you just had me on my knees, facedown in your pussy... Don’t you know that you fucking own me?"

"Y-yoongi," You gasped for air, breathless from his admissions and his actions, "I know it now. You fucking own me, too."

His lips turned up at the corners before slamming down onto yours, kissing you as if you would disappear if he stopped. Your hand twined around his neck, lacing your fingers through the short strands of his hair and kissing him back with equal vigor.

He tasted so fucking good, like soju and strawberries. You sucked on his tongue, and he groaned. Yoongi’s fingers dug even deeper into the sensitive flesh of your upper thighs.

“Need to fuck you now,” He muttered into your mouth.

"You're gonna have to strip for that to happen, daddy,” You said, smirking as he set you down.

Smack. “I should have known you were a fucking brat,” he laughed.

You pouted in response as you watched your hot-as-sin boyfriend make quick work of his clothes. Your eyes drifted over the lean muscles of his body before settling on the hard length of his cock. What you wouldn’t give to take him in your mouth right now…

“No time for that,” Yoongi chuckled, noticing your attention and catching onto your train of thought, “Now be a good girl and bend over the bed.”

Well, since he asked so nicely.

You complied, bending over with a mix of excitement and arousal bubbling in your stomach. You could feel Yoongi standing over you. He snaked one hand around your body to thumb one of your nipples. His other hand ventured lower, and one of his fingers pumped inside your pussy.

He pinched your nipple. “Fuck, kitten, you’re so fucking wet for me.”

“Please, daddy. Please fuck me.” You groaned, arching into his finger as he pumped it in and out of you. “I need your cock.”

“Yeah? You want daddy’s cock?” Yoongi’s finger disappeared. In its place, you felt the crown of his cock slowly stroking your folds. “Then, you’ll get it.”

He slid into you with a deep groan, his hand twining into your hair.  He was so hard; his arousal only made you needier. He slowly began to slide in and out.You moved your hips to match his, wanting to feel his full-length reach deep inside you with every stroke.

His thrusts became faster and harder. “Good girl.” You could feel his gaze fixed between your legs. “I see you taking me.”

Still gripping your hair,  Yoongi pulled out and slammed back in, giving everything into each thrust and rocking you against the bed.

You buried your head into the duvet to muffle your moans. It took every muscle in you not to come.

"Fuck, (y/n),“ He groaned as he plunged into you. You backed up into him, trying to get him even deeper inside you. He lifted you onto all fours and the resulting angle was divine.

Your body started shaking. Subconsciously, one of your hands shimmied down your body to touch your clit, needing that final push.

Apparently, not on Yoongi’s watch.

He pulled one hand away from its grip on your hip and set it back down with a smack. Your right ass cheek stung fiercely. “I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself, kitten,” Yoongi growled, “That’s my job.”

And, with that, Yoongi pinched your clit and slammed into you. That was all it took to push you over the edge. “Ah, Yoongi!” You screamed into the comforter of the bed in hopes that it might muffle your exclamation.

“That’s right, kitten, milk daddy’s cock. Fuck yes,” Yoongi continued to pound into you through your own orgasm. His moans got louder as his thrusts grew sloppier until his hot cum poured into you.

Breathing heavily, he collapsed on top of you briefly before pulling out and falling to your side. You both continued to pant in your collapsed positions on the bed. You could hardly move.

You turned your head to the side to look at your boyfriend. His eyes were hooded, his hair a mess. “Round two?” You suggested with a smile.

Yoongi’s gummy smile made a brief appearance, “You’re going to kill me, (y/n).”

“No,” Jin’s voice came from the doorway, “I’m going to kill you both.”

You and Yoongi screamed as you scrambled to pull the comforter over your naked bodies.

“I can’t believe this,” the birthday boy continued, “You fucked in my room? In my bed? On my birthday? And I didn’t even get an invite?” His eyes were twitching murderously. “I’m the one who’s supposed to have birthday sex! Me, you peasants, me!”

You shot Yoongi a speculative look as Jin continued to rant.

“Really?” Your boyfriend groaned at your unspoken question, “Right now?”

“It’s his birthday!” You hissed, “Besides, I did show up without a present…”

Yoongi pondered it, “Fine, but I am so punishing you for this later. Fucking hell, how many more kinks do you have that I don’t know about?”

As Yoongi trailed off, muttering about masochism and threesomes, you stood. Clutching the blanket to your body, you walked over to where Jin had finally quieted down.

The boy eyed you suspiciously, “What?”

“You said you wanted an invite, Kim.” You dropped the blanket, “Consider the invitation sent.”

a/n: big yikes on how this turned out skskskss hope you liked it anyway despite the chaotic-ness that is this fic

© luxekook. please do not repost, modify, edit or translate.

[mashumiwu]

[2:20pm]

You woke up to the sound of giggling. You sighed as you shifted around under the blanket you had wrapped yourself up with and looked over at your little son and daughter, who was looking at you at the entrance of the room. When the saw you awake, they ran onto the bed, hugging you and kissing your cheeks.

"Happy Valentine's Day mama!" Your two kids said. You smiled.

"Thank you my babies," You said, sitting up. Soon, your husband, Changbin came into the room, sitting at the edge of your bed you two shared, watching as your two kids showered you with affection. He smiled softly. "Happy Valentine's Binnie~"

"Happy Valentine's to you too, princess," He shifted over closer so he can kiss your forehead. "And happy anniversary!"

"What's an anniversary?" Your daughter asked. You smiled.

"It was the day me and your dad got married," You explained.

"Yep! And today, me and your mother are going to go out and you'll stay with Uncle Chan, yeah?" Changbin said.

"Uncle Chan is coming?!" Your son exclaimed. "What about Uncle Jisung?" Changbin nodded.

"Him too," He said. "You guys will be good, right?" Your two kids nodded and you giggled.

"Go wash up ok? I'll go make breakfast," You said, getting up. The kids rushed out of the room and to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Changbin took you into his arms and hugged you. You guys stayed like that for a little bit, not talking. You looked up at him and gave him a kiss. "I love you. Happy Valentine's Day my love."

"I love you too," He said back, giving you another kiss. "And Happy Valentine's Day too, my baby."

[stvincentrecords]

sleepless in ___ is st vincent’s debut album which was released on the 6th of january 2014 on soundcloud, and was subsequently released as a limited edition vinyl with three extra tracks on the duo’s first anniversary. this album was the album that brought the duo traction as it had gained them their first sleuth of fans on soundcloud , which they would later use to propel themselves into the korean music industry.

lovememore [dahlia solo] — inspo (x)

days gone by — inspo (x)

get you — inspo (x)

welcome home — inspo (x)

slow dancing in the dark [joon solo] — inspo (x)

doin time — inspo (x)

secret tape — inspo (x)

beyond — inspo (x)

for the exclusive vinyl songs see under!

eleven — inspo (x)

different [ joon solo] — inspo (x)

she’s fine [dahlia solo] — inspo (x)

THE ERA

this time in their lives was just so weird because like they basically had no time to make music

yet they still pushed out an 8 track album like damn

the beginning of joolia’s bond! things were still very push pull from them so it was hard to tell how they actually felt about each other

the vocal serve on this album,,,,

bro dahlia sang so much in this album like wtf she hates singing

and joon kinda just sat there egging her on like

“YOU CAN DO IT! I BELIEVE IN YOU!”

“HEY SHUT UP!”

“love you too baby girl 🥰🥰”

oh yeah the pet names,,, were a little off for two people that aren’t dating like what goes on mr joon

in conclusion : wtf was going on

we’ll never kno

[triptychexe]

SUMMARY: now that promotions are over, the girls finally have some down time. nia remains oblivious to her affect on the other girls, so zim and yen make a power point presentation explaining what’s wrong. GENRE: comedy PAIRING: ot3 WORD COUNT: 1.2k WARNINGS: mentions of slut shaming and watching ones weight.

AUGUST 2015 

Eunha couldn’t tell if this was the most adult thing she’s ever done or the most juvenile. Last night, she had pulled Micha aside and came up with a game plan to get their feelings across to Nia about her tyrant-like rule. Even though a simple discussion would probably have been sufficient enough, Yen felt like a power point displaying everything that Nia has done wrong in the past month was the best route.

So now here they were, trying to connect Micha’s laptop to the television while Yerin sat on the sofa, clearly unamused.

“Guys, we can huddle around the laptop,” Nia rolled her eyes. “Or, you know, you could just talk to me without the power point.” “No, no, I’ve almost got it!” Micha grunted, tapping a few keys on her keyboard. After a few moments, the screen finally came to life, showcasing Eunha and Micha’s power point bluntly titled “IT’S TIME TO TALK”.

“Oh boy.” Nia sighed, but sat up a little straighter, ready to see what her group mates had in store. 

“Alright.” Micha stood up, standing on the other side of the TV while Eunha stood opposite to her. “The past week you have been a little bit psycho. Like, more so than usual, which is kinda brutal. We need to discuss how you’re managing our team. Next slide.” 

Micha pressed the space button on her keyboard, causing the screen to transition using the ripple effect. When the ripples smoothed out, a black and white picture of Adolf Hitler was on the screen.

“You think I’m like Hitler?” Nia arched an eyebrow.

“No. We think you’re a dictator.” Yen explained. “You don’t listen to us during practice, you don’t allow us to express ourselves in anyway, you have problems with who we hang out with, and you gave us a curfew.” 

“That’s some dictator behavior.” Zim nodded in agreement. “And we know you’re stressed about our image as a rookie group, but we have the company and our managers to tell us what we can and can’t do, not our friend. You’re supposed to support us as a leader, but instead you’ve been pulling us down. Next slide.” Micha pressed the space bar again, and this time the transition pattern was triangles. When the power point stopped moving, a clip art picture of a trash can was on the screen.

“Okay, that’s subtle.” Nia said dryly, crossing her arms. “Just tell me how you really feel.” 

“Here are some things that need to go in the trash.” Micha powered on, ignoring her leader’s displeased face. With another tap to the space bar, the words “shaming”, “micromanaging”, and “stress” tumbled onto the trashcan using animations. 

“Shaming.” Zim pointed to the word. “You shame us a lot in general. Not only slut shaming, which seems to be the biggest issue, but you’ve made several side-comments about what I eat as of late.” The rapper frowned. “Shit’s not cool, Yerin. You know what I’ve been through. Let the company be the ones to tell me if I need to watch my weight. Not you. You’re supposed to be my friend.” 

Yerin bit her lower lip, her heart breaking at the betrayal in Eunha’s voice. She nodded, knowing that there wasn’t anything she could say in her defense. She was wrong for being all up in her friend’s business like that. 

“I’m sorry, guys.” Nia started to say. Micha held her hand up. “We appreciate that, but please keep all comments until the end. Eunha forgives too easily and won’t continue with the power point if you start apologizing now.” Micha stated. 

Eunha nodded. “She’s right. I’m a sucker.” 

Nia held her hands up in surrender, but didn’t speak again. “Next, micromanaging.” Micha gestured to the word. “We understand that you have the need to take control of everything, and that’s a decent trait to have as a leader, however, it’s starting to become suffocating. You literally told me not to look at GOT7 the other day because you think people will assume I’m sleeping with a member. You sound like a mormon.”  

“But, we do understand that the root of all these problems are stress.” Eunha pointed to the word ‘stress’. “So the last and biggest thing that needs to be thrown out is stress.” “We’re all in this together, Yerin. We’re all under a lot of stress too, and we all have our ways of coping. I think your coping mechanism is controlling everything around you.” Micha hypothesized. “And that’s not healthy for you or anyone involved, so we came up with a list of things that we can all do together that will relieve stress and build our bonds as a team. Next slide!” 

Another tap of the space bar and the slide changed via cube transition. On screen was a stock photo of a beach with palm trees and crystal blue water. Another tap and a mug appeared on screen.

“When you’re feeling stressed, we should go on a coffee date! Just us three!” Eunha offered brightly. “We can grab a coffee and talk things out. We don’t really have communication between us anymore, and we think this will be a cute way to reinstate conversation about what is working for our team and what isn’t.” 

Another tap and a clip art painting palette appeared on the screen. “If you don’t feel like talking, we can do something else to take your mind off of whatever is stressing you out.” Micha gestured to her leader. “You used to love painting a few years ago, but you haven’t done it in a while. I think you should take it up again. We can all paint together and maybe have one of the boys judge who did the best? It can be fun and relaxing at the same time.” 

“Another thing we can do if you don’t feel like talking,” Eunha pressed the space key again, cuing a bike to slide onto the screen. “We can go take a bike ride. It’ll get us out of the dorm and exploring. Our manager totally would come with us too, so we wouldn’t be out in the open without protection.” 

“We don’t have any other suggestions, as we made this at three in the morning and our brains weren’t on, but if you have anything else you’d like to add, we can talk about that later.” Micha explained before pressing the space bar one last time.

A big red love heart was on the screen. The two girls turned to their leader. “We still love you, Yerin.” Micha expressed. “We just think things have been hard on you and you’ve been taking it out on us. We wanna work with you to make things better.”  

“This is the part where you apologize and we group hug.” Eunha clasped her hands together.

Yerin let out a small chuckle before standing up from the couch. 

“I’m sorry guys. I’ve been a terrible friend and I haven’t been thinking about your mental health as much as I have been thinking about mine. I promise from now on to make you aware of what’s bothering me before I go and try to control everything.” Yerin vowed. “I love you guys for being honest with me. I hope you can someday forgive me for everything I’ve done.” 

Eunha grinned. “Apology accepted.” Micha huffed in amusement. “See, she’s so eager to forgive you. I’m gonna need to see some proof of your changed ways before I fully accept your apology.” Yerin couldn’t help but quirk her lips into a grin. “How about we go for a cup of coffee, like you said? I’ll pay.” 

Micha bit her lower lip, trying not to smile. “That’ll be a good start.”

[lovely-sanie]

𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖞 𝕬𝖜𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖘: Path 1 〈Join the Crew〉

├ Genre: ATEEZ Pirate AU

├ Pairing: ATEEZ x Female!Reader

├ Warnings: Peer pressure??

├ Word Count: 541

├ A/N: More angst!! 미안해! I just can’t refrain from writing angst with this au 

☞ The Intro | Path 1 | Fight Him | Tell Him Yourself | Hide behind… | Faint | …Want To Stay | Wait… | Say Yes | Stay Put | Adjusting Well | Seonghwa | Lie | Finish...

or

☞ The Intro | Path 1 | Fight Him | Tell Him Yourself | Demand to… | …Want To Stay | Wait… | Say Yes | Stay Put | Adjusting Well | Seonghwa | Lie | Finish...

Previously:

Looking around, you hear the crew carrying on somewhere on the ship. From the unmuffled sound, you can guess that they’re in the mess, but you can’t be too sure.

As the sky darkens further, you contemplate whether to go join them or to just go to bed.

Looking towards the steps that would take you down to the sleeping quarters, you sigh and turn away from it. You were tired but you wanted to join the festivities and have fun. Maybe if you could keep up with them, it would put you a step closer to being seen as worthy of being on the ship.

Taking a deep breath, you walk across the deck and over to the door to the mess. Stopping in front of it, there’s a flit of opposition in your mind and you think for a moment that it might be better to go to bed. You immediately brush it away. This wasn’t the time to start second-guessing your decisions. 

Opening the frankly heavy door slowly, you wince when the hinges squeal. Element of surprise ruined, you push it quickly and step in, closing it behind you.

As you turn back around, all eyes are on you. Since none of the crew seems immediately upset by your presence, you take another step closer to the tables they were gathered around.

Slowly the crew resumes talking and carrying on with only one or two pairs of eyes staying on you.

The captain stands and strolls over to you. “Did you complete your duties?”

Thank goodness you had. “Yes. Just finished.”

He stares at you for a moment then nods. “Have you ever had rum?”

“Um,” you shift nervously. “No?”

He chuckles, a deep and raspy sound coming from his throat. “You don’t sound sure.”

You frown and stand straight. “No, I haven’t.”

“Let’s change that.”

“But-”

“Sweetheart,” San comes to a stand beside you, “the water eventually runs out. Rum is going to be your best friend.”

“But how am I supposed to do my duties if I’m drunk.”

San grins. “You get drunk a few times, get used to it, then work through it. Be a real pirate. Most of us are drunk about 90% of the time.”

“You don’t smell drunk.”

“Oh you sweet child.”

You look at him confused. “I know what drunk smells like. My father was often drunk. None of you smell drunk. So how are you drunk if you don’t smell drunk?”

“Magic,” San answers with a laugh.

The captain suddenly pushes you towards the table where Mingi, Seonghwa, and Yunho all sit. “Let’s educate you on the ways of rum drinking.”

You stop in your tracks. “I know it’s the pirate way but-”

Stepping around you, the captain about faces and stares you down. “But what?”

You tremble under his heavy gaze. “I-”

Seonghwa stands. “Joong, she’s only been on board for a day and been in the pirate life for less than that. Give her a chance to-”

“She needs to learn.”

“Yes, but-”

“Hwa. Now is not the time for your coddling.” The captain’s gaze never leaves yours. “This is the pirate way, Kaia. If you cannot handle it, we can let you off at the next port.”

“That’s weeks, hyung,” San states. “If she’s not cut out for the life, we should drop her at the next sight of land.”

The captain shakes his head, a minuscule back and forth movement. “Drink or be let off at the next port. What say you?”

What do you do?

➢ Agree to drink the rum

➢ Refuse (coming soon)

[flickerjaebum]

❀┊W . YJ

full name : wang yijun

stage name : percival

nickname : jun , percy , yi bean

birthplace : kowloon tong , hong kong

birthdate : september 26 , 1999

hometown : kowloon tong , hong kong

ethnicity : asian

nationality : chinese

languages : | fluent | cantonese , mandarin , korean , english | learning | thai

❀┊PHYSICAL

faceclaim : wong yukhei ( NCT )

voiceclaim : WOOSUNG

height : 190CM ( 6 ’ 2 )

weight : 69KG ( 153 LBS )

❀┊CAREER

company : yg entertainment

debut date : march 20 , 2018

group : epiphany

positions : lead vocalist and center

training period : 2 years

❀┊PERSONALITY

positive traits : captivating , confident , empathetic

negative traits : complex , sarcastic , obsessive

❀┊TRIVIA

percival is a mama’s boy , his groupmates met at her restaurant and she told them stories about when he was a kid he would always follow her around . plus ask for hugs within seconds of each other .

he uses his humor as a coping mechanism to deal with what he fears or what he doesn't want to talk about . so he basically uses it when he wants to change the subject .

my baby was on produce and he was in the top 5 for almost the whole show until he got eliminated at the end with rank 12

he was promoting with epiphany at the time and he joined with katya to help boost popularity , when he was eliminated he cried . no fan has ever seen him that sad on camera to date

[serendipityunho]

Fire & Flames

× genre: smut, fluff, college au × pairing: badboy!Hongjoong x Reader (fem.) × word count: 5.9k × warnings: explicit language, alcohol consumption, fingering, handjob, oral, clit play, slight choking, pull-out method, hand kink, praising, explicit sex

× synopsis:You never expected to fall into the arms of the notorious bad boy of the campus, Hongjoong, after getting locked out. But yet again, he never expected for you to end up in his arms either. 

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‘Come to the party’, they said. 

‘It’ll be fun’, they said.

If only you knew you’d be walking home barefoot, holding your heels in your hands in this cold midnight. To begin with, the party wasn’t even that fun. People got high, people got fucked, people got knocked out. When was there anything new?

It was like any other college party, but with more beer kegs this time and Wooyoung didn’t get too wasted, which was an achievement. You never knew how people didn’t get so bored after the first hour of being surrounded by sweaty drunk bodies and actually not worry about being in the danger zone of being vomited on. 

Your best friend had already fucked off with some guy at the party, leaving you with the set of apartment keys since you had dropped them down the drain a few days ago. She was already too wasted to give you a lift home before tending to her businesses with whoever she caught, now you’re shivering down the street with your feet so numb you could barely feel the pain of the gravel stabbing at the bottom of your feet.

The apartment building wasn’t too far from sight, it was only a minute walk before you found yourself standing at the entrance with the flashlight on your phone on as you fumbled with the keys. Wait.

“Fuck!” You wish you were seeing things, anything other than the fact that you were holding the wrong set of keys. None of these belonged to you. 

Your best friend had given you the wrong keys, and you were too homesick to even bother checking them before leaving the party. Great. Now you were locked outside with a nearly dead phone and frozen feet. 

“Come on, come on, pick up” It felt like forever before the robotic voice answered, sending you straight to voicemail as you sighed in defeat. 

5%

You wouldn’t have found yourself in this predicament if only you had listened to yourself and stayed home instead of allowing yourself to be dragged to that god awful party. You couldn’t even think properly with your constant shivering as you sink to the floor, ass getting cold from the pavement. 

There was always Jongho who didn’t live too far. No, he’s probably at a boxing match tonight. Or Yeosang. Eh, probably in a chicken coma with his girlfriend. 

Another sigh left your lips, hot breath evaporating into the cold air as you hugged yourself not that it would make a difference to your warmth. You didn’t want to go back to that party, not when people were finally starting to throw up on each other and couples occupying the bedrooms. 

Everything but the 7/11 beside the abandoned warehouse, and the bar was open, all other warm and cozy places were closed dark. The 7/11 looked empty, and that was the problem. You didn’t want the cashier’s eyes on you the entire night suspecting you of stealing shit. The bar it is.

You lift yourself off the cold steps of your apartment building before patting whatever residue was on your dress. A grimacing look took over as you looked down at your heels. You really didn’t want to wear it again unless you wished for your feet to stop working the next day. At least look decent before entering.

With every step, your feet felt like they were on complete fire. You were bound to collapse at any given moment. 

Just. A. Few. More. Steps.

The neon sign beamed brightly, almost making your eyes ache at the sight as you pushed through the entrance. A subtle buzz surrounded you almost instantly as your eyes land on the pool table then onto the bar with only a few drinking.

It was definitely much warmer than you expected it to be. But it was more than enough. 

“First time at a bar?” Your eyes stopped looking around and shot to the bartender in front of you, wiping the surface with a cloth before swinging it over his shoulder.

“It’s that obvious huh?” You place your clutch onto the counter before taking a seat on the stool, sighing in relief as your sore feet take another break from walking in heels.

“Very. Would you like a drink?” 

“Um, a martini would be nice, thanks” Money shouldn’t be used recreationally right now. But, a drink was needed in order to keep your cool.

“So what’s a girl like you doing here so late?” The bartender didn’t look up as he started mixing your drink, ice shackling inside the shaker.

“I got locked out because my roommate gave me the wrong keys and now she won’t pick up” 

“Have you tried calling her again?”

“No, my phone is about to die” The glass filled with the beverage pouring out from its shaker as the bartender pushed the drink towards you.

“There’s a payphone over there if you have any change left” 

“Yeah, if I had change left, thanks though” 

Another customer appeared in the corner of your eye, sitting down just one seat away from you. You could sense a burning gaze in the side of your head as you kept looking down, stirring your drink with the little toothpick you got with the olive.

“What made you come here?” From the very first word spoken, you immediately knew who it was. 

“That’s none of your concern, Hongjoong” You were met with a well-known smirk the moment you turned your body to the blonde-haired man.

You weren’t surprised to find Hongjoong at a place like this. It fits in well with his rough agenda anyways. That is, being the boy most parents warned their daughters about and the boy many others either despised out of jealousy from stealing the attention of girls they tried too hard to get.

“It’s quite concerning to see you at a bar so late. Did something happen that finally drove you out of the house?” Hongjoong chuckled, tilting his head to the side as he smirked.

“The only thing that drove me out of the house was a promise that my roommate would do all the housework for a week if I went to this party with her” 

“But?”

“But this idiot gave me the wrong keys when I left and now I’m locked out with a dead phone while she’s off fucking some random guy” You scoffed, downing the rest of your drink before fidgeting with your fingers.

“Do you want to use my phone?” Hongjoong reaches for his back pocket, slinging out his black phone before unlocking it.

“No point, she hasn’t picked up any of the other fifty calls I left her” A flash of empathy washed over Hongjoong’s face as he remained silent, nodding his head subtly as you turned back around.

Maybe if you didn’t spend the most of your money on this martini, you’d be able to snag a cheap motel room for the night. Or perhaps some slippers instead of torturing yourself in these heels.

“You could... stay at my place if you’d like? Just until your friend comes back of course” Those were the words you never expected to leave Hongjoong’s mouth. 

“I don’t want to trouble you” 

“Well, where else are you going to go?” Nowhere. 

You were quite surprised that Hongjoong, out of everyone, had offered you a place to stay for the night. Many would think he’d just snicker and walk away from the looks of him. But on this night, he doesn’t look that uptight as usual.

“You’re right. I guess it’s better than nowhere” You sighed before reaching for your clutch, pulling out a few crumpled pieces of cash to leave at the bar.

“C’mon, you look tired as fuck” That was nice to know. 

You followed Hongjoong out the bar, standing in front of what seems to be his motorcycle. It was sleek and black, you saw him ride it to campus every day, zooming out the parking lot in a flash as people admired behind their books.

“Thanks” You take the helmet from Hongjoong’s hand before slipping it over your head, adjusting it before swinging a leg over the motorcycle.

“Hold on tightly” Hongjoong revved the engine as you snaked your arms around his waist.

“You trust yourself without a helmet?” 

“Do you trust me?” Hongjoong turned his head slightly, letting you catch a glimpse of his eyes. 

“Well, I’m going home with you aren’t I?” You wrap your arms tighter around his waist, lifting your feet off the ground as he does the same.

It felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest at any moment as the wheels on Hongjoong’s motorcycle started moving. You were immediately hit with the cold air once again, goosebumps rising along your arm as you clutched tighter onto Hongjoong.

The neons lights of shops along the street passed by in a blur as Hongjoong sped down the street. It didn’t feel as cold as before, maybe because you were literally hugging someone.

Hongjoong slows down at a set of traffic lights, making your grip on his abdomen loosen as your heart calms down from the adrenaline. Hongjoong’s icy blonde hair glistened under the light, it looked miraculously soft and silky. You lowkey just wanted to run your hands through them.

“Scared?” Hongjoong kept his eyes on the road as he spoke up.

“What makes you think that?”

“You’re hugging me like a koala”

“Okay, maybe a little bit” To be completely honest, you were scared for him too. Riding this death machine without a helmet is ballsy. 

“You can trust me” Now that was another thing you’ve never expected to hear from him.

You were already so used to the cold, your skin felt numb as you grew used to the cold despite Hongjoong lending you his leather jacket halfway through the route. You felt kind of bad seeing goosebumps on Hongjoong’s arms as he endured the cold. 

“You don’t mind loose clothing, do you?” Hongjoong unlocked the door to his apartment, dropping the keys onto the kitchen counter before letting you in.

“Uh, no, anything would do. Thanks” You stepped into the apartment, it was neat and clean with a few pizza boxes on the counter. 

“Are you hungry?” Hongjoong’s face lit up as he pulled onto the fridge door, scouring at what he could find. 

“No, I’ve lost my appetite for the night already” With your sense of smell ruined by the thick aroma of alcohol and whatever at the party, you couldn’t bare to eat without wanting to throw up. 

“Here, you can take this room. And, uh, here,” Hongjoong lead you to a room with a bed freshly made as if no one had slept in it before, handing you what seems to be one of his shirts and some pants. It wasn’t like they were too oversized so you didn’t need to worry. “, the bathroom is right there by the way”. 

“Goodnight, Hongjoong” You flashed a small smile as Hongjoong scratched the back of his head, avoiding much eye contact before inching backwards out the door.

“Y-Yeah, goodnight” You stifled a chuckle before turning back around as the door closed behind Hongjoong. 

The room wasn’t too big or too small. It was just perfect. It was masculine enough not to mistake it for a woman’s room. Maybe this was someone else’s room. It wasn’t a new discussion around campus that Hongjoong had a roommate. But where was he?

It was a relief to finally strip off the party clothes, well, dress. The soft material of Hongjoong’s shirt made you feel at home, a subtle masculine scent lingered on it as you held the collar to your nose, sniffing it before stretching your arms out. A man who smelt nice was always attractive.

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It was a pleasant sleep before you woke up in a cold layer of sweat, gasping for air as you shot up from the bed. You weren’t so sure if you were still dreaming or not, maybe both. 

The only thing you could hear over the ringing in your ear was the sound of your heart pumping loudly out of your chest as you focus on your surroundings. Almost everything was completely black other than the window with the moonlight shining through. 

It wasn’t uncommon for such sleepless nights like this, you’ve had them since you were a child after some rather unfortunate events. Some you could never seem to forget. Since then, you’ve learnt to cope with it. 

It wasn’t much of a big deal as you grew older, nothing an ice-cold glass of water couldn’t fix. That and probably a few episodes of TV that you’d forget in the morning.

You felt gross just sitting in the bed, quite sorry for whoever actually sleeps on here. The red numbers from across the room beamed 3:29am as your feet touched the ground before stepping towards the door.

Hongjoong was probably already dead asleep at this time of night. You’ve never met anyone who sleeps with their door open before. Making your way down the corridor, the wooden floor creaks subtly beneath you as your eyes lingered around the dark space. 

What you didn’t expect to see in the kitchen was Hongjoong himself, making you halt in your spot as he looks up from the counter. Arms rested against the counter with a glass of water in his hands.

“Why are you awake?” Hongjoong’s voice was raspy, probably just woke up not too long ago before you.

“I had a nightmare” You hesitantly make your way into the kitchen, fidgeting with your fingers as Hongjoong hops off the stool.

“Do you usually have nightmares that wake you up?” 

“Only when I don’t have my pillow, childish right?” It was another thing that helped you cope with nightmares. The long pillow that your parents had given you before they moved away helped majorly. You couldn’t have a proper goodnight’s sleep without it.

“Not at all. Actually, I can’t sleep without my pillow either” Who would’ve thought this baddie was actually a softie?

“So, how come you’re awake?” Your eyes flickered from cabinet to cabinet, questioning in your head which one the glasses were in.

“I was thinking” You were about to take your chances, opening up a cabinet only for a glass filled with water enters your view. You gladly take the glass from Hongjoong’s hand as you turned back around, facing him entirely as he maintained a distance.

“You must be thinking about something deep to stay up this late” Your dry throat felt relief after the first sip of water, finally, your body felt like it wasn’t on fire anymore.

“Would you say BuzzFeed quizzes are deep?” Hongjoong chuckled, leaning back onto the counter with his arms crossed. 

“What kind of person stays up at three in the morning thinking about BuzzFeed quizzes?” 

“Me, surprisingly, San too” 

“San, the rich kid, San?” 

“That’s the one” 

By now your glass was half empty, rubbing your thumbs across the glass as you take a seat next to Hongjoong. Your eyes glued onto the scenery outside of the window, moon hiding behind the trees of the small forest next to Hongjoong’s apartment building. 

“How are you not tired?” Even you were tired and you were barely awake for more than five minutes.

“I’m used to getting calls from my drunk friends at this time telling me to pick them up. It’s kind of like a subconscious alarm clock now” Hongjoong slips around the counter, inching back towards the corridor.

“How fun” 

“It’s going to be hard for you to fall asleep, isn’t it?” Hongjoong flashed you a concerning look before leaning forward with his hands pressed against the edge of the counter.

“I normally end up pulling all-nighters when this shit happens” Your finger swipes along the edge of the glass as you make yourself comfortable in your seat, accepting your fate for the night.

“I know I’m no special pillow, but perhaps, I could help?” Hongjoong scratched the back of his head, cocking a brow before pushing himself off the counter.

“What, you want to hold me to sleep? Is that what you’re saying?” It was sweet, really. Just a surprising thoughtful gesture you never expected.

“No- maybe- yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying”

You found it quite charming that Hongjoong had offered you such redemption from tired eyes in the morning. With no further words, you hopped off your stool and brushed passed Hongjoong with him following closely behind. 

The bed didn’t feel icky anymore the moment you touched it again, lying on your side as you wait for Hongjoong. You didn’t see him come in but you knew once the side of the bed dipped and a warmth covered your back. 

“Wake me up if I start snoring”

“You snore?”

“I don’t know, that’s why you need to tell me”

A soft chuckle issues from behind, feeling the wave of Hongjoong’s breath against the back of your neck. You could tell he was hesitant of actually holding you with his hand lingering over your waist. Softly grabbing his hand, you snake his arm around you, holding his hand in yours as you let him get comfortable.

“Can you sleep like this?” With Hongjoong hugging you like this, it wouldn’t take more than a blink of an eye to fall right back asleep.

“Can you?” He did say he needed his own pillow to be able to sleep too. 

“Only if you don’t move too much” You could feel your eyes shutting close as Hongjoong started playing with your hair, growing more comfortable in your presence. 

You never knew how much you enjoyed the feeling of someone playing with your hair until now. The way Hongjoong’s fingers tangled in your hair as his fingertips gently massaged your scalp calmed you, it was like a silent lullaby putting you to sleep.

“This is so much better than a pillow” You murmured, flipping onto your other side to face Hongjoong. His eyes were droopy, close to shutting as he rests his hand at the back of your head. 

“I’m glad” 

“You don’t sound so tired” 

“Because I’m not” Hongjoong chuckles, drawing little circles on your back as you subtly snuggle closer, lifting your face slightly to see him better. 

“It’ll be weird if one of us is awake” You could see the corners of Hongjoong’s lips curve upwards into a soft smile, making you do the same as your fingers trace his jaw.

“Sorry, but I have no more sleeping pills” 

“You need to get tired somehow” By now, your face was just as close to his as your body was against his body. 

“What do you suggest I do?” Hongjoong had stopped drawing his little circles on your back, smoothing his hand over to your waist before rubbing his thumb along the exposed skin his shirt had uncovered. 

At this distance, Hongjoong could probably hear the sound of your heart beating like crazy in your chest. Your hand had trailed down from his neck to his chest, hand cupping over his heart as your eyes flickered up to his. 

“Me” Hongjoong couldn’t mutter another word as your lips locked onto his, kissing him passionately as your arm snaked around his neck.

Hongjoong kissed you back just as hungrily, hand caressing your waist as they moved down to your hips and pushing you onto your back against the bed. Your tongue swiped across Hongjoong’s bottom lip before biting it softly, earning a vivid smirk against the kiss. 

Your legs wrap around Hongjoong’s torso as he pushed his body between your legs, swivelling his hips against yours with the noticeable tent rubbing against your aching heat. You couldn’t help but moan against Hongjoong’s lips as his hands slide under your, or should you say, his shirt, roaming every inch of your skin.

“You look so good in my clothes” Hongjoong growled against your lips before trailing his kisses down your neck, harshly sucking on the skin as he hikes up the shirt right above your breasts. 

“I look good in everything” Your fingers run along the skin of Hongjoong’s waist, hiking his shirt up before letting him pull it over his head. 

“You’re not wrong” A small gasp left your lips as Hongjoong takes a breast into his mouth with his hand cupping the other, squeezing it gently as you play with the hair at the back of his head. 

“Mhm” Your hips grind upwards against his hard-on, desperate for some friction against your throbbing clit and dripping wet cunt. 

You couldn’t help but grip his hair tighter as Hongjoong swirls his tongue around your nipple, sucking on your breast as his hand caresses your waist before hooking under the waistband of your pants. Suddenly, you didn’t feel the need to sleep.

Your legs slide up and down against Hongjoong’s sides before lifting your hips, letting Hongjoong cascade your pants down, throwing it onto the floor as his lips smother your stomach in kisses. His warm breath scattered over your skin as Hongjoong trails his wet kisses down to the waistband of your panties, fingers teasing your inner thighs with harsh squeezes.

Your face scrunches in desperation as Hongjoong pulls your panties down, licking your skin gently before kissing just above your clit, making you clench around nothing yet gushing over the slightest touches. Hongjoong eyes you from below with a devilish smirk, pushing your legs further apart before hooking his arms underneath.

“You look even better like this” Your legs twitched slightly as Hongjoong kisses your inner thighs, blowing softly against your sopping wet pussy, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your hips subconsciously buck up towards his face.

“You’re such a tease” You moaned out, arms stretching above your head as Hongjoong kisses your clit before lapping his tongue at it.

“I know” A breathy moan left your lips as Hongjoong sucked on your clit, swirling his tongue around the bud of nerves as his fingers slip between your folds. 

It was quite a feeling seeing Hongjoong lapping away at your pussy with the glimpse of moonlight shining through the window, highlighting his back as his arms flexed with each movement. You couldn’t hold back another moan as Hongjoong slipped a finger into you, pumping slowly before adding another.

Your face furrowed in pleasure with Hongjoong’s eyes piercing at you from below, lips attached to your clit as he hooked his fingers deep in you. If breathing wasn’t difficult before, it definitely was now.

“Fuck, right there” Hongjoong’s tongue worked faster, fingers coating in your arousal as Hongjoong peppers sloppy kisses all around before reaching up for your lips.

Your knees bent instantly as Hongjoong buried his fingers deeper in you, pumping faster until you could hear the subtle squelches of your juices against his fingers. His teeth clash with yours as your lips hungrily meet each other, moving in sync with your arms pulling him closer.

It felt like a film of buzzing sensations had just washed over your body with each pump growing faster. Hongjoong’s palm rubbed over your clit, making you moan against his lips. Your lips hovered over Hongjoong’s, mouth wide open as Hongjoong’s hand worked faster, fingers slipping out and smearing your juices over your clit before rubbing it.

“Shit- fuck, Hongjoongohmygod” Your abdomen tensed hard as you nerves spark with each rub, close to emitting a firework in the pits of your stomach as Hongjoong’s fingers circle at your clit.

“You like that?” The whisper against your ear made you moan a soft ‘yes’ as Hongjoong’s face dips into your neck, kissing your jawline as you pull on his hair.

“Oh mmphhhfuck” It was only a matter of seconds before you had felt an explosion of bliss triggered by the pace at which Hongjoong was circling at your clit, making your legs tremble as they stayed opened by Hongjoong’s hand firmly planted against your thigh. 

Your brows furrow deeply, jaw clenched as Hongjoong smears your release on his fingers again before bringing them up to your lips, letting you take them into your mouth and swirling your tongue around his fingers making sure to keep your eyes locked on his. A groan escapes from his lips as he admires you from above, lips brushing against yours as he rubs his legs against yours.

“You want more?”

“Please” You bring your knee up to his crotch, feeling the hardened length over his sweatpants before rubbing your knee against it subtly.

“Fuuck” Hongjoong swiftly pecks your lips before standing on his knees, tugging his sweatpants down before throwing it off the bed, leaving him in his boxers.

The moonlight highlighted the crevasses on Hongjoong’s body, from the lining of his back to the lining of his abs. He looks tremendously good at this angle, making you lick your lips in anticipation before standing on your own knees, palming Hongjoong’s hard cock over his boxers.

Hongjoong cups both sides of your face, pulling you closer for a hungry kiss as a hand flies up over his, kissing him back just as passionate. You could feel his cock twitch under the material of his boxers, waiting to be held and clenched around.

Your palm rubs against his clothed dick, making him moan as he bit down on your bottom lip. Hongjoong’s hips bucked forward against your hand, rolling it subtly with the movements of your hand.

Your tongues lapped together as Hongjoong pulled you closer by the waist, cupping your ass before giving it a squeeze. Your head tilts as Hongjoong smothers your jaw in soft kisses before trailing them back down to your neck, making you moan a soft ‘fuck’ as you tug at his boxers, letting his cock spring free as you pulled them down.

“There’s a lot of things I could’ve done to sleep,” Hongjoong runs his hand through his hair, eyeing you down as you lower yourself down on him with a hand wrapped around his dick “, but I never expected this”. 

“Are you telling me you don’t want this?” Your tongue licked a stripe from the base of Hongjoong’s dick to the tip, letting the tip of your tongue sit on his slit as your hand caressed the rest of his dick.

Hongjoong throws his head back with a groan before taking a hold of your hair between his fingers. His face scrunches in pleasure as your lips wrap around his dick, keeping eye contact as your head bops back and forth, swirling your tongue around the base of his cock throbbing in your mouth.

“Mhm fuck-” A breathy moan fell between Hongjoong’s parted lips, brows furrowed deeply as his thighs tremble at the feeling of you slobbering on his dick.

The grip on your hair tightens, slightly stinging as Hongjoong rocked his hips subtly against your mouth. His abdomen tensed hard as a rock the moment you took his length deeper, letting it hit the back of your throat before pumping the rest of what you couldn’t reach with your hand.

You could taste the precum spewing from his dick as your wetness felt like it was about to drip from your pussy. Hongjoong shot you a daring look as he admired you from above, mouth gaping as broken moans fell from his lips.

Your mouth comes off his dick with a pop as you continue to pump his length, running a hand up from Hongjoong’s abs to his chest only to have Hongjoong grab your wrist, spinning you around as you fell on your knees and hands. You smirked as your head turned to the side, seeing Hongjoong caress your ass cheek with both hands before spreading them apart.

“So beautiful” Your back dipped deeper as you push your ass back, letting the tip of Hongjoong’s dick poke at your entrance as he slides it up and down your slit, coating it in your wetness as you crave the sensation.

It was almost a feeling you quite missed as Hongjoong pushed his dick into your hole, stretching it out with a moan coming from the both of you as you take in his length. You almost forgot how good it felt to have someone bury their cock deep in you before rolling their hips. Hongjoong just brought that sensation back to your memory.

“Fuck, Hongjoong” With your knees digging deep into the mattress and arms stretched far above you, Hongjoong grips your hips, squeezing them before rolling his hips into you, just pushing his dick into you deeper than before. 

You run a hand through your hair, pushing it back as Hongjoong thrusts into you, starting slow as your breathing quickens with each hit into your body. You could feel Hongjoong leaning down, pushing your hair to one side before attacking your shoulder with sloppy kisses, hot breath fanning over your sensitive skin.

His hand remained on your hip, squeezing it still as the other travels up from your thigh to your breast, fondling it before reaching for your neck. A quiet moan left your lips as Hongjoong wraps his fingers around your neck, squeezing ever so gently as his thrusts grew faster, knocking the air out of your lungs. 

“Ohmygodnnghh-” It was a hoarse moan thanks to Hongjoong’s fingers pressing down on the sides of your neck as pleasure shoots through your body with each body lurching thrust. 

“You’re right,” Hongjoong plants a soft kiss behind your ear, still holding on to your neck as his hand on your hips moves between your legs, fingertips lingering along the skin before circling at your clit “, you do look good in everything, even with my fingers around your throat”.

“Maybe even better down my throat” You smirked, a devilish grin carving into your face as you turn around, pulling Hongjoong’s face down for a harsh kiss as he slaps his hips in you.

You couldn’t help but push your ass further back, letting Hongjoong slam his cock deeper and harder into you with each thrust. Your mind slowly thickens with lust and senseless thoughts as Hongjoong rubs your clit in pace with his thrusts, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as you grip the sheets tighter.

“Oh?” Hongjoong cocked a brow, smirking with you before flipping you on to your back, spitting at your pussy before sliding himself in again, thumb rubbing your clit as your legs wrap around his waist.

Your breasts bounce with each thrust knocking you up and down with pleasure and nerves buzzing in the pit of your stomach. You entwine your fingers with Hongjoong’s before dragging his hand over your stomach to your chest, grabbing your breast with his hand as the other rubs your clit. 

“Oh fuckkkk mhmm oh god” Hongjoong rolls your nipple between his fingers, squeezing your breast before sliding it back up to your neck, thumb swiping across your bottom lip, letting you softly kiss it before wrapping your lips around it. 

Your eyes only roll back further when Hongjoong quickens his pace, making you tighten your legs around his waist, trapping him as sounds of skin slapping against skin grows louder. Your back arches off the bed in response to Hongjoong grabbing both sides of your hips, rutting himself into you at a relentless speed. 

It was almost as if he was trying to dig deeper, thrusting harder into you as your jaw was left hanging, inaudible moans trying so hard to escape with each thrust sparking something new in your body. All rational thought flew out of your head as your mind was left on nothing but soaking in a puddle immense pleasure and bliss.

“Yesyes- oh fuck yes” Your face scrunches in pleasure as your brows furrowed deeply, cupping your breasts in your hands as you look down to Hongjoong pounding himself into you. 

Hongjoong’s jaw clenched hard, on the brink of breaking as he grunts through gritted teeth, slamming his hips faster into you with his hands keeping you in place. It felt like confetti exploding in the pit of your stomach with each thrust bringing you closer to a high much more than just confetti, nerves buzzing into a firework ready to combust at any given moment. 

“F-Faster mhmmfuckk” Hongjoong shoots you a glaring stare with his hooded eyes, smirking with his parted lips. 

Your legs couldn’t hold around Hongjoong anymore, sliding off like jelly as your toes curl with every passing second. And with each of those seconds, you could feel it coming, the way your heart threatened to jump out of your chest at any moment and the way your back arched with each static euphoria coursing through your veins ready for combustion.

“Yes! Yesyes oh god! Yes- mmphhhmmfuckk!” It felt like you’ve lasted forever until the ball of buzzing nerves in the pit of your stomach finally flooded throughout your body, filling every inch with nothing but toe-curling, eye-rolling blissful euphoria and pleasure. Hongjoong groaned as he felt your warm release around his cock, desperate to chase his own high while fucking you senseless. 

“Ohhhh god- fuckk” Your legs tremble as Hongjoong pulled out quickly, removing his hand from your hip to pump at his throbbing twitching cock above your stomach, gazing into your eyes before landing down for a kiss. 

“Mhmmfuck ohmygod-” Hongjoong groaned against your lips, body twitching as you felt his warm release spew onto your stomach, panting like crazy with each kiss stealing another breath of air. 

“All out, baby, all out” A hand cups one side of Hongjoong’s face as you wrapped your other hand around his cock, milking the rest of his high out as he heavily drops his head into your neck, panting as if it were his last. 

Hongjoong’s cock twitches in the palm of your hands, droplets of cum still dripping onto your stomach as his legs collapse. You smeared the rest of his cum over the tip of his cock, thumb swiping over the slit before Hongjoong lifts his face again.

“You’re fucking amazing” It was a mere whisper but you could hear him clearly over the pounding sounds of your heartbeats. 

“Clean me up before you go complimenting me” You swiftly steal a peck on Hongjoong’s lips before pressing your palm against Hongjoong’s chest, pushing him up onto his knees.

“How is this supposed to make me sleep when I just want more now?” Hongjoong yanks a few layers of tissues from the box on the bedside table, catching his releasing into the tissue before carefully trapping it with another layer of tissue.

“More? Oh god, you’re awake awake” You chuckle, running a hand through your hair as Hongjoong collapses on his back beside you.

“It was your idea” 

“But did it work though?”

“You mean, do I want to sleep now?”

“Yeah, do you?”

“With you? Definitely” Hongjoong opens his arms for you to snuggle closer, fingers drawing little shapes on your shoulder when you lay your head on his chest.

“Snnggff-” It was quite amusing how Hongjoong managed to hide his secret cheesy persona.

“Wait, I can’t. This is weird”

“What’s weird?” 

“This is Yunho’s bed”

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Copyright © 2020 by serendipityunho All Rights Reserved

[luxekook]

chapter seven.

⇥ pairing: ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 3.6k

⇥ warnings: 18+, lots of cursing, general chaotic energy, poly relationship, a short confrontation, mentions of slut-shaming, switch!reader, dom!joon, switch!jin, sub!jimin, library shenanigans, an abundance of coffee, punishments, spanking, bad puns (jin is in this chapter, DUH), many nerd references uwu

© luxekook. please do not repost, modify, edit or translate.

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Chapter Seven

Quinn Library – 3:54pm

The end of September passes in a blur of studying, partying, volunteering, and spending time with friends. The month’s conclusion also includes the increasing presence of seven boys in my everyday routine.

Since giving Taehyung the suck of his life in the bathroom of Hannigan’s, I have been basically fighting off the seven of them for a moment to breathe. But, sometimes breathing is overrated when being smothered by affection.

Going from being single to essentially dating seven people is quite the adjustment. I found myself growing attached to them – something that both excited and scared the shit out of me. We haven’t discussed labels or anything, but I figure it’s only a matter of time. The boys have apparently been planning an elaborate first date for this upcoming weekend, and I feel like they’ll probably ask to make it official then.

My stomach erupts in butterflies at the thought, and I take a calming breath. No need to overthink such things.

While it might be unconventional by some societal standards, polyamory is simply a way to love. Why should love come with confines? With binary expectations? The saying ‘love is love’ gets thrown around a lot, but I believe it bears repeating.

Jenni and Luna have been nothing but supportive to me over the past two weeks. They even came with me to volunteer this past weekend because they - and I quote - wanted to ‘check out our vibe’. But, I wholeheartedly expect that the real reason had actually been for them to feel out the boys’ intentions.

Why did I suspect this? Well, because Jungkook had come up to me within the first fifteen minutes at the worksite quivering in fear over how ‘scary my friends were’ and how ‘Jenni had cornered him to interrogate him while Luna hovered behind her, menacingly holding a nail-gun’.

I had never felt more loved and supported by my friends.

My phone dings, and I quickly hasten to put it on silent, shooting an embarrassed and apologetic look around the library. It seems like most people have headphones in, and I let out a sigh of relief. No one wants to be that one loud person in the library.

Checking my notifications, I smile when I see it’s a SnapChat from Hobi in the group chat the boys created a few weeks ago. My thumb swipes it open, and I barely contain myself from announcing to the whole library how vibrantly handsome one of my potential boyfriends is.

I quickly send a SnapChat back of me and my stack of books in the library with the caption ‘send help in the form of coffee’.

Immediately, Taehyung sends a flurry of heart eyes emojis in the chat, Jungkook sends a ‘noona is so cute’, and Yoongi sends back a picture of a black screen with the caption ‘come nap with me’.

God, I would love to nap with Yoongi right now… Alone time with the older boy is so elusively precious. One day last week at their house, I had mentioned wanting to learn piano. Yoongi had just grabbed my hand and tugged me to his room. We had spent a couple hours together in the small corner of his room playing on his keyboard.

Well, he had been playing; I had been fumbling around like a buffoon - half uncoordinated in general and half flustered by how good Yoongi looked playing. His hands had been so nimble as they flew over the keys, crafting melodies I could only assume he had composed. His focus had been so fucking hot as he nodded slightly along to the tempo in his head, his eyes shooting over to look at me every once in a while.

My hand kink? Activated.

My willpower to not kiss the shit out of Yoongi? Nonexistent.

When Yoongi had paused in between songs, I may or may not have grabbed him by his shirt collar and kissed him. His blushing attempt to dodge me had been so cute; and when I had stopped trying to kiss him, he had pouted and then kissed me instead.

What a cutie…

A giggle draws my attention from my reminiscing. At first, I pay it no mind, taking it as a directive to dive back into my studies. But then, the whispering starts.

“I heard she’s fucking her way through the whole house.”

“Isn’t there a term for that?”

“Yeah, a frat rat.”

I slam my 500-page textbook closed and stand, leveling the duo of gossiping girls with a glare that could make grown men cry. It had before when I had to properly eviscerate my uncle in defense of feminism at our last family gathering. What a time that had been.

“Is there a problem?” I force the question through gritted teeth, stalking over towards their nearby table. I relish in the way they gape at me, eyes wide and pupils quivering, “I’m sorry. I’m afraid my complaint jar is at capacity. Please don’t try again later.”

The girl on the right gulps, “No-nope, there’s no problem! We were just leaving. Right, Janika?”

“No,” The girl who had called me a ‘frat rat’ just moments before crosses her arms and stands, “I do, like, have a problem.”

“Janika,” The other girl tugs on the sleeve of the one standing, “Don’t.”

“Yeah, Janika,” I smile, “Don’t.”

I can see the moment she snaps.

“You’re, like, such a fucking bitch! I don’t know what they all see in you. Oh wait, yes I do. You’re fucking easy.”

I consider myself to be a patient person, but having to endure this type of rant against my character - and against women’s sexual freedom in general - has pushed me well past my limits.

“Now, listen here, Janika,” I take another step forward, “You can keep talking your shit. I really don’t give a flying fuck what you think about me. But I really advise you to google ‘how to stop slut-shaming for dummies’ because it seems like you need a crash course.”

Janika’s face darkens, “Whatever. They’ll get tired of you anyway.”

“Yeah,” I let out an amused laugh, “I’m sure they’ll get real tired of me choking on their dicks every night.”

Letting out a gasp, Janika whirls back around to face her silent friend, “Let’s go. I don’t want to, like, be around her any longer.”

“Buh-bye now,”I wiggle my fingers in their direction as they shuffle out of the library.

Smiling in satisfaction, I head back towards my table. Without hesitation, I gather my books and belongings and head upstairs to the quiet floor. Any more distractions or confrontations would probably make my blood pressure pop off the charts.

The quiet floor, as one of my safe havens, is home to several small private study rooms. Peering into each, I start to lose hope that any would be available. Finally, the very last room proves me wrong, and I swing open the door and almost in tears over the sweet, sweet solitude.

This particular study room is tucked away in the very far corner of the library’s second floor. Not many people are aware of its location, and it seems that paid off for me today. Plopping my things down across the table in the center of the tiny room, I follow suit and drop down into one of the two chairs adjoining the table.

What a clusterfuck of an afternoon… This sadly isn’t the first time I’ve heard some comments being made about my association with the BTS boys, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last. Yet, part of me knew all along that this would be the trade-off.

After all, what are a few irrelevant opinions to seven gorgeous and loyal partners? Inconsequential - in my opinion. That is the reason why I haven’t breathed a word of the backlash to anyone.

Sighing, I flip open my textbook to where I had been before being rudely interrupted.

The amygdala plays a key role in emotion and behavior…

“Noona?”

I jump a half-mile out of my chair, slapping a hand over my pounding heart. Jimin had somehow managed to enter the room without my knowledge. Had he fucking teleported?

Holding a giant iced coffee in one hand and a cinnamon bun in the other, Jimin beams at me and ignores the fact he just scared the living shit out of me. “Hi, noona! I saw your SnapChat while I was in class, and I came here as soon as I could.”

I stare dumbfounded at the angel before me. Jimin is slightly out of breath with reddened cheeks and a sweaty brow. His black track-pants are slung low on his hips, his long-sleeve white t-shirt clings to his torso, his black duffle bag thrown carelessly over one shoulder. He must have run over straight from dance class.

Standing abruptly, I stalk over to where Jimin is still posted up by the doorway to the study room. Toe to toe with him, I blurt out while still half in a daze, “You really brought me coffee and food?”

He eyes me warily like I might suddenly jump on him at any moment. Shifting his weight back and forth, Jimin hesitantly replies, “Um, yes?"

I take the coffee and cinnamon bun from his hands, place them on the table, and then tackle him with the biggest hug. "You absolute sweetheart!" I murmur into the crook of his neck, "This made my day. Thank you, Jimin-ie."

His hands tentatively wrap around me, pulling me closer. "You're welcome, noona. I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

“Well, I really appreciate it, baby,” My lips brush over the crevice of his collarbone and relish in his shudder. Bringing my head up to face his, I smile widely at him, “Can I kiss you, Jimin-ie?”

“Yes,” He sighs out, eyes already closing in anticipation. I press my lips to his, still smiling softly against his mouth. His lips are plush under mine, velvety soft. My tongue swipes across his bottom lip and— Is that coffee I taste?

I pull back, “Jimin, did you sip my coffee on your way here?”

The boy looks rightfully alarmed, “I– y-yes. But only a little, noona!”

Cute.

“Hmm,” I trail my fingers down his chest, “I guess I’ll make an exception for you this time since you were the one to bring it for me.”

Jimin relaxes slightly, but his expression is strangely disappointed. I stare at him quizzically, and he blushes.

“What is it?” I lean against the table, facing him.

He clears his throat, staring intensely at the ground, “You can still punish me if you want, (y/n)-noona.”

My eyebrows shoot upwards at his offer, and then I let out a slight chuckle, “Oh, Jimin… That would be a favor to you, wouldn’t it? My baby boy wants to be punished, hm? Did dance practice make you all hot and bothered? Jungkook tells me that has been happening to you lately.”

Jimin’s face explodes in color as he mutters, “That little bitch will pay for this.”

Suddenly, the door swings open with a resounding thud, nearly clipping Jimin in the shoulder.

“Your savior has arrived!” Kim Seokjin announces loudly in spite of the studiously silent atmosphere of the quiet floor. His hands hold two steaming hot travel mugs, which I can only guess are filled with the elixir of the gods (aka coffee).

Seokjin’s eyes glance around the room as he takes in the fact that I’m not alone as he obviously had expected. “Wait, Jimin-ie? What are you doing here?” Jin’s eyes flick down to the coffee and cinnamon roll that lay on the table. “Goddamn it!”

“You were too slow, hyung,” Jimin smirks happily as he takes a seat in the chair I had previously vacated. He slouches smugly as he stares up at the fuming older boy.

“Too slow?!” Jin roars.

“Jin,” I chastise, circumventing around him to shut the door.

“Sorry, babe,” Seokjin says while still glaring daggers at the all-too-pleased Jimin. Suddenly, his expression changes into a sneaky look that makes me both want to run and jump his bones. “Well,” He waves the two coffee mugs around in the air, “I made these myself - with love. I didn’t buy that generic shit; I brewed it, baby.”

It’s Jimin’s turn again to look disgruntled, and I can’t help but laugh at their antics.

“Any and all coffee is appreciated and loved by me – the more the merrier. So, thank you both,” You say, taking one of the travel mugs from Seokjin. Kissing his cheek, you turn back to sit opposite Jimin at the table.

“She kissed me on the lips!” Jimin bursts.

“Park Jimin!” I cry as Jin splutters some sort of incoherent rant about fairness and equality.

Jimin holds eye contact with me, still leaning back in his chair like he’s the king of the fucking universe. But, he’s not; I am.

My chair hits the wall behind me with a bang as I stand, planting my hands on the table to loom over Jimin. “Do you think it’s fun to push your hyung, Jimin? Does it amuse you to be a little shit?”

I can see the moment that Jimin decides to be a brat. His eyes heat up in a challenge, and he firmly answers, “Yes, noona.”

“Get up.” The change in my tone is apparent. Jimin gulps. Getting to his feet, he stares back at me expectantly.

“Jin,” I address the older boy while still maintaining eye contact with Jimin, “What kind of punishment do you think I should give our Jimin here?”

Seokjin rounds my other side, grinning, “Well, (y/n) darling, I believe he should get spanked.”

“Interesting choice,” I murmur, turning to face Jin, “That’s what you’re going to get then.”

“What?” Jin squawks, arms waving rapidly around in the air, “But I didn’t do anything!”

“Nothing is what you should have done, Jin,” I push him against the wall, “You know better than to let Jimin rile you up like this.”

Those plump lips of his pout dramatically as he whines, “But, (y/n)…”

“But nothing,” I say and then whirl around to face the other boy. He’s still standing where I left him with his eyes glued to the pair of us. “Jimin,” I hold his gaze, “You’re going to watch. You’re not going to touch yourself, your hyung isn’t going to touch you, and I’m not going to touch you.”

His eyes widen comically, “No! That’s not fair!”

“Do you want to be gagged, too, baby boy?” I ask, cocking my head slightly. Seeing his emphatic head shakes, I grin. “That’s what I thought. Now, stay.”

Turning back to Jin, I smirk slightly as I ask, “Punishment now or later?”

Seokjin’s eyes scrunch cutely in confusion, “What?”

“You see,” I move closer to him, my body brushes his, “I think you earned a punishment, but I think you also earned helping me punish Jimin.”

A wide grin crosses Jin’s face as he glances back at the corner Jimin is stewing in. “I would be honored to help you punish him, babe.”

“That’s what I figured,” I smile briefly at him before slowly sliding my hands up his chest to rest on the nape of his neck. Holding them there, I press the lightest of kisses to the corner of his lips.

Jin’s breath hitches in his throat.

I run my tongue against the seam of his mouth, taking my time and savoring the sweet taste of him. His lips part to let me in, my tongue sliding across his. I grind against him as we kiss, moving my hips in such a way that makes him groan and lean back harder against the wall.

“What the fuck is going on in here?”

Ripping my mouth from Jin’s, I turn to face the newcomer.

Namjoon stands in the doorway holding yet another cup of coffee, his face thunderous. "What do the three of you think you're doing? This is the goddamn library, you heathens!”

Seokjin jumps out of his skin in fright, pushing me away faster than I can anticipate. Stumbling back, I crash into Jimin – who apparently had ventured out of his assigned corner. Brat.

“The shades were open!” Namjoon continues to rant as he flicks the aforementioned item down to cover the door’s window, “Did you want people to see you?”

He reads the expression on my face correctly, “Oh, but you did, didn’t you, (y/n)?” Namjoon approaches where I’m still captured in Jimin’s embrace. Glaring down at me, he taunts, “So quick to stake your claim; but, make no mistake, they were mine first.”

Shaking out of Jimin’s hold, I straighten, raising my chin to meet Namjoon’s gaze full-on, “That’s interesting. I didn’t realize you were so lenient with your partners.”

Jimin makes a choking noise behind me. Jin stands behind Namjoon, waving a hand in front of his throat to clearly tell me to stop talking. I keep going, “Perhaps I need to teach you how to discipline.”

Namjoon flips me around, shoves Jimin out of the way, and bends me facedown across the table.

“Jin,” He says, his voice growly, “Stand in the hall and let me know if you can hear us.”

The sound of the door opening and closing alerts me that Jin followed Namjoon’s instructions without a word.

“Jimin,” He continues, “Hold (y/n)’s hands out in front of her.” Jimin ascquieces, staring apologetically down at me as he tugs my hands towards him.

“This is cute,” I say, “I always love holding Jimin-ie’s hands.”

Thwack. The stinging imprint of Namjoon’s palm on my ass burns deliciously. I arch my back, looking over my shoulder at him with a half-smile. “Do it harder, daddy.”

A breath sucks in between his lips as I utter the word I know will get him feeling as hot as me. “You’re playing a dangerous game, baby girl,” Namjoon grits out, his jaw clenched tightly.

“Oh, daddy,” I say, “Don’t you remember? I’m the fucking Queen.”

“Was that a chess pun? Nice.” A muffled voice followed by a squeaky laugh sounds through the door.

“Seokjin,” Namjoon seethes, flying over to open the door and drag the older boy back inside, “I thought I told you to let me know if you could hear us.”

I tug out of Jimin’s gentle hold, straighten back up, and then situate myself into a sitting position on the table.

I watch amusedly as Jin shimmies his way out of Joon’s grasp, “Yah! It’s not my fault I get intense FOMO. Don’t hate the player, hate the game. Besides, I only heard you because I had my ear pressed to the door.”

Jimin stifles a giggle. I let out a full-on laugh. Namjoon mumbles what sounds like a plea to some higher power under his breath.

“See what I have to deal with?” Namjoon turns to me, shaking his head. “Are you sure you want to sign up for this?”

“That depends,” I swing my legs back and forth as I stay perched on the table, “Are you going to keep spanking me?”

The boy who had just unhesitatingly bent me over to punish me now blushes and rubs the back of his neck. “I mean, probably? You have quite a mouth on you, baby.”

Hopping off the table, I laugh, “Good answer. Ten points to Gryffindor.”

“Woo!” Jin cheers, “Nice job on the House Points, Joon-ie!”

“I am in love with idiots,” Jimin sighs.

Grabbing my phone from my backpack, I let out a slight yell as I read the time. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!” I scramble to shove all of my textbooks back into my bag.

“What is it, noona?” Jimin worries, appearing next to me. “Are you late for class?”

“No,” I cry, “It’s so much worse. I’m late for my weekly Animal Crossing discord chat! Heath is gonna kill me…”

“Heath?” Jin scowls, “Who is this Heath you speak of?”

“Chill, fam,” I shrug my backpack onto my shoulders and stare contemplatively down at the three different coffees. “You can’t get jealous every time I mention a new person. What’s next? You’re gonna come for Tom Nook?”

Namjoon - who must play Animal Crossing - stifles a laugh as Jin pouts. “She has a point, Jin.”

“And so does a pencil. Big whoop,” Jin scowls with his arms folded.

“Aw, Seokjin-ie,” I coo, reaching over to pinch his cheek, “Don’t be mad. You’ll get to spend all day with me on Saturday after volunteering! What are we doing, anyways?” I level Joon with my best side-eye as I ask that question, knowing he is more likely than not the mastermind behind our planned date.

“It’s going to be great, noona!” Jimin pipes up, hugging me from the side, “You’re going to love it…You’re going to love us.” He murmurs the last part, probably not meaning for me to hear; but, I do.

God, I do.

“We’ll pick you up before volunteering,” Joon says, “Just bring yourself and a change of clothes.”

“What?” I decide - fuck it - and attempt to grab all three coffees, “No overnight bag?”

Jin, who had just taken a sip of his own coffee, spews it everywhere. “Pack one,” He gasps out in between coughs.

Laughing, I walk to the door, which Jimin kindly opens for me. “Okay, I’ll think about it. Ah, I’m so late. Jimin and Jin, I’ll punish you at a later time. Joon, you can try to punish me at a later time.” Living for their astonished expressions, I wave as best I can with three coffees in hand, “Bye, babes! Text me-e-e.”

As I make my way out of the library, it hits me that I only have one more day to prepare for this date. Fucking hell…

a/n: this is such a filler of a chap with a tinge of drama mixed in, hehe. the next one is gonna be that date tho uwu stay tuuuuuuned and thanks 4 reading

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[2:30pm]

"Take your medicine and you'll feel better," You said to Felix, who was lying in bed, sick.

"But you're my medicine!" He whined.

"I don't want to get sick, no thanks," You said, handing him his pills and a cup of water. He pouted as he took the medication and swallowed them. You smiled. "I love you."

"I love you too," He said. "Now can we cuddle?"