#Ig my clothes were all ripped but this was before i went nuts and could only wear black

[sour-ggrapess]

ALL MINE

dom tae x fem sub read

"You told me your new man don't make you nut"

summery; You and tae have been friends for the longest but the sexual tension is building even tho you have a man

A/n: was streaming All mine by Brent Fayaz and inspiration struck. i got a new pc

Warnings; face fucking, slight chocking, degrading, creampies, unprotected sex, backshots, bd!tae, fat coochie y/n, owning kink ig.

"shut up you dick head." You laugh out at tae's words. "Im serious, I can make your back arch so hard you float." His words make your pussy flutter and leak, as much as you ere supposed to deny you really wanted to see if he was fr. You really needed a good orgasm too its been almost 3 months of weak dick from your new man.

"Tae, you know I cant fuck you, I have a boyfriend." You try so hard to resist. Taehyungs sexy cold hands run up your thigh making your legs shut. "Are you wet for me right now?" His sexy ass smirk and voice making you want to just deepthroat him right now. Deciding to give into him you nod and spread your legs giving him slight access to your dripping cunt. "can i give you real dick?" he asked as he ran his fingers down your cleavage.

Taes strong hands picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder and taking you to your bedroom you shared with your boyfriend. He threw you on the bed and started ripping your clothes off like his life depended on it. His tongue roaming your nipple and playing with your hard bud making whimpers leave your lips. Removing his lips from your boob he starts unbuckling his jeans and removing his boxers. His huge cock flinging up and hitting his belly button, he was for sure the biggest you ever seen before. He pulled you over to his dick so you could suck it for him.

He grabbed your face and shoved his dick in your mouth. His hands grabbed you hair forming a ponytail then slamming your head down onto his whole length. Gagging and whimpers escaping you mouth sending vibrations up his cock that was now hitting the back of your tongue. His hands moving your head fast as he fucked into your throat. "t-this is my throat now, nobody can fuck it like I can." He groaned with his jaw closed.

His pushes getting harder and faster making spit and precum seep down off your chin. Hands gripping the sides of your face and slamming your head even harder, his nut seeping down your throat without warning. You knew hes always wanted this, the way he used to look at your ass in middle school and the way he got mad when you lost your virginity to another boy in high school. He got what he wanted for 7 years so he was going to completely rip you open.

His giant cock scared you knowing he was going to ram it into your pussy that only has ever took nothing above 5 inches and the fact he was a solid 9 made you get chills. Pushing you back and flipping you over so he had full view to your drooling fat cunt. Sliding his tip into your tight pussy made him let out a high pitch moan, sliding 3 more inches in making you both groan out. The whole thing moving in smoothly making your clit throb and a lump form in your throat.

starting out slowly because if he went any faster he would bust right then and there. He quickens up as you let out loud moans of his name. Your soft tight walls squeezing his length like a rubber band on a balloon. "FUCK! Tae fast p-please" you plead not knowing what you were getting into. Veiny hands grasping your neck and waist as he listens and starts railing his cock into your tight hole and making his cock even harder and now raw. "this pussy is all mine and nobody else can fuck you like this can they?"

"nhm" you moan in response. Your high approaching and so was his. His grip on your neck tightens as he gets slower and harder. Cum now leaking out of you and on his dick. Your cum getting him riled up as he starts going even harder and groaning out your name.

"Baby im hom-" your new boyfriend speaks as he catches you and tae fucking on his bed. One last deep stroke and his nut spills out and into your pussy. Tae throbs inside you as he and your boyfriend make eye contact with a smirk on his face.

"Y/N, WTF!"

[th0tfairy]

Kay fuck it I’ll start ig

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Toji slams the front door shut. This is basically the only way he knows how to close them. Luckily, it doesn���t wake up the baby you’ve spent forty minutes trying to put to sleep.

Megumi stirs slightly but slips back into a deep slumber. You thought you could relax and take a nap before his father got home but nope.

You walk out of the nursery to greet him. “Welcome back, Mr. Fushiguro.”

There’s already a beer in his hand. He lifts it up to you as if to make a tiny toast. “Good to be back,” he says before taking a couple pulls from his bottle.

You feel his intense gaze on you as you linger around the corridor. “Miss me?” He asks after swallowing.

You burn bright red. What were you supposed to say to that??? Um? Yes?? All day every day???

“Not as much as Megumi.” You say.

“Oh?” He lifts a lazy brow. “Where is the little shit?”

“Asleep. Finally.”

He checks the watch on his beefy forearm. “Before eight? Wow. That’s certainly something. Usually takes me three hours to put the fucker to bed.”

You blink at his language. He must mean these explicatives endearingly.

“But you managed to feed him, give him his bath and put him to sleep all before I got back.” He notes, impressed, “you’re a natural.”

You blush again at the praise but also because he’s eying you up and down again.

“I... just really love taking care of your son.” You stammer, trying not to make it awkward.

Toji puts his drink down and takes a step closer to you. “Oh yeah? Would you like to have your own someday?”

You gulp. He’s suddenly way too close. Somehow you find the strength to nod your head. “Someday.”

He leans down to get eye level with you.

“With me?” He asks before pressing his lips over yours. He tastes like the beer but it’s not as bitter coming from his lips, it takes sweet somehow. The kiss makes it taste like honey.

“Whadaya say?” He murmurs against your lips, “wanna give Megumi here a little sister? I’m fine with another son, but I’ve always wanted a baby girl.”

You’re too drunk on the kiss to refuse. You nod again and let him take you to his bedroom. His strong arms grip you and throw you on the bed.

Before you can process what’s happened, he tears his clothes off and begins stalking over to you.

Some part of you recognizes this is insane and inappropriate and so so fucking hot.

“Toji,” you moan, “Cmere and put a baby inside of me.”

“Oh I’m coming,” he grins. You take your own clothes off as he starts rubbing himself up. You spread your legs and show him the patch you’ve wet on your panties.

With a huge hand, he rips the lacy garment off. You mewl as he starts thumbing through your folds.

“Look at that perfect little pussy, just waiting for my kid.”

“Hurry up and get over here!” You huff impatiently.

Toji gives you another sharp grin. “Was just trying to prep you a little before I went in. Not everyone can take my dick.”

“ I can take it,” you insist, “give it to me.”

He shoves you back into his mattress and holds your legs apart. “Here you go,” he shrugs and in one clean motion enters you.

You feel the stretch burning into your unready walls. You yelp at the feeling. It’s almost like you’re a virgin again.

“What’s wrong?” He chuckles, stroking his fat cock in and out of your tight pussy. “Thought you could take it. Don’t you want these kids?”

You imagine Megumi with another spiky haired d sibling wobbling around behind him. Yes you want those kids, just like you want that dick.

You clench around Toji, trying to suck him deeper in. “Go on,” You huff, “fuck me.”

Toji pulls most of the way out before slamming back in. “Yes ma’am,”

You have to bite down in your lip so you don’t wake Megumi up with your screams. Toji takes joy in your loud slapping being the only noise in the house. There’s a wet splat every time he bottoms out and slaps his heavy sack against your ass.

“What should we name the kid?”

Your toes curl. You’re getting close.

“Baby,” is all you can say.

“Baby?” He repeats. “I’m not naming my daughter Baby. I don’t need a bunch of boys around calling her baby.”

Your pussy makes another wet splurt as he slams back in. “Baby,” you cry out, ready to submit to your orgasm.

Toji shrugs and strokes you a few more times. His fat sack hits your tender skin once more before you feel him emptying himself into you. He throws his head back and groans as he pushes in deeper, trying to force his seed into your womb.

You lie there twitching in pleasure until he finally pulls out. Some of his warm nut is still inside of you, but a bit dribbles out of your worn cunt. Toji thumbs it back inside and plugs your pussy up with his palm so it can’t leak out.

“Baby it is.”

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Who should I write next 👀

[shesawriter39049]

“PRIVATE SESSIONS” BTS OT7 (M) MULTI MEMBER ONE SHOT SERIES

“PRIVATE SESSIONS” BTS OT7 (M) MULTI MEMBER ONE SHOT SERIES

INTRODUCTION- “BANGTAN X Y/N”

- (There is still a lil smut in this as well as smut and kinks are discussed, But this is also the backstory because the other installments just jump right into it.. )

Part 1..AKA the first “Private Session”  will pick up where this ends with Y/N X “___” see if you can guess which member it is by end of this. It’s 4k all of the instalments will be around 3K..pretty much straight to the point..smut with a a mini backstory/scenario...each member will get there own….

P.S - I wrote this intro a month or ago and forgot about it..if you guys want part 1 that will come early Feb!

INTRO -BANGTAN X Y/N -1/16/19

PART 1- UP 

“Oh my god…yes..” Your cry wasn’t even audible as you pressed your face into the glass, nails clawing at his clothed thighs, surprised you actually didn’t rip a hole straight through ..as pure pleasure rang through your ears feeling yourself drip down your thighs. The firm grip he held around your neck, almost knocking the wind out of you as he rolled his hips into you.. deeper..teeth grazing the skin beneath your neck “Louder..” The command coming out in the form of a growl coursed through your veins as his opposite hand connected to your clit almost making your knees buckle. You were already so swollen and beyond sensitive as the wind nipped against your skin..blowing your hair away from your neck..cooling over the heat that was streaming down your body..”I said..LOUDER..let everybody hear you..let everyone know how good I’m fucking you, and how wet, your pussy gets for me..fuck baby your so wet..”

 Let’s rewind a little shall we?

 If someone would’ve told you 6 months ago you’d be on a balcony in Tokyo… at 1am with “____”’s hand around your throat..while your face was pressed against a glass window,a good oh I don’t know…20 stories up….you’d think they were high as fuck. I mean for good reason, don’t get me wrong…you were attractive..clearly..that’s why the boys ended up with your number. But you weren’t an idol…some famous youtuber ..or an IG model..you were just Y/N a 24 year old Real estate agent from Chicago.That somehow fell down the black hole that is BTS..you told yourself you were too old to be a fangirl again…but clearly that didn’t last long. You won a contest through IHEARTRADIO to attend a private showcase with the boys. There was barley 100 fans there..an opportunity to attend a show THAT intimate with a band of this caliber was almost unheard of. There was also a separate drawing for 10 fans to get a 10 minute meet and greet, to talk and take pictures…well you went last and your meet and greet actually lasted almost a half hour. The boys clicked with you instantly. The main thing they loved was the fact that you able to just dick around with them like they were normal guys. On top of the fact that even though they didn’t admit it initially..they found you so inticising.The perfect combination of all the things they weren’t use to in the bubble they lived in and that sealed the deal! By the end of the meet and greet Namjoon had your number..not holding your breath he’d even ever use it…well little did you know that would open the door to a million possibilities. All thanks to a group chat that was created and used regularly “Bangtan X Y/N” the conversations were not typically long and sometimes they made no damn sense..sending random memes back and forth..Tae sending pics of clothes he wanted to buy…Kookie sending you weird ass shit he finds in tourist shops.. Hell sometimes you’d even ask them advice on guys or what to wear on a date. At times you may only talk once a week..and it may take each member more time than others to respond but they always did and you guys actually created a genuine friendship…Believe it or not…the conversations also NEVER turned sexual up until this point.

 You slowly but surely earned their trust, after talking to you for a while they realized you weren’t looking for anything from them. You never pried for personal information…asked for free tickets..sneak peeks of music, the rare occasions you’d meet them, they’d offer to pay and you’d be ready to damn near cut their balls off. You let them decided what they did or didn’t wanna share, weather that be what they ate for lunch, or how completely exhausted and stressed they were, the ball was always in there court.  More importantly you didn’t walk on eggshells with them nor did you ever hold your tongue because of who they were and they loved that. It just felt honest…due to their busy schedule and you just having your own damn life, within this 6 month period..you’d only seen them 2 times.The meet and greet in the summer..and about 2 months after that when they went to New York…the boys have been begging you to come back out but you just couldn’t find the time. This has probably been your busiest, but most successful year as an agent but due to you just getting to the point where you were making steady money and had some cushion in the bank..you didn’t have a assistant yet so you were doing it all yourself.

Financially it would kind of be a waste of money to travel overseas unless you could stay at least 2 weeks! Your pride wouldn’t let them cover your flight…lord knows they offered…instead you just settled for them smothering you in all the wine and sushi your heart desired. Finally deciding in January, you’d go see your Bangtan boys.. now here you are almost 4 months later in Tokyo..

The boys were about to start the last leg of the tour in about 10 days…just wanting a break..they rented out a pretty nice penthouse suite at the Ritz Carlton Tokyo for a couple days. Setting up a studio space so they could throw around some ideas for there new project..in a more laxed atmosphere. To be honest you were kind of playing the whole thing by ear, you had a couple friends that lived abroad. As far as the boys were concerned, besides just hanging out in their suite, they wanted you to at least attended one show before you left! They were also determined to find a way to get you backstage at a couple events they had coming up without Bighit busting a nut..but you weren’t holding your breath on that one. Honestly you weren’t too concerned though, you had other things to do outside of seeing the boys anyway. Already going into this with the understanding that for one they’re still pretty busy, so whatever time you got you wouldn’t complain..and two this wasn’t LA things had to be done hella low key over here. Which is why you were treating this as moreso a vacation which you desperately needed and they were just a bonus. Your plan was to stay at your hotel for 3 days..then crash with friends….you actually only bought your ticket to Tokyo…not really sure where you’d end up by the end of it! Perks to being an agent is you were your own boss, you made your own schedule. Actually just closing a deal before leaving so once that check cleared that covered next months bills.So in all honesty you weren’t sure when you’d be back in the states. I mean shit, you’ve been busting your ass for the past 2 years trying to get to this point you deserve a break too!

It was about 8 at night, you landed a couple hours prior but jetlag knocked you flat on your ass, you were staying in the same hotel just about 8 floors down.Your body was slowly starting to stir naturally, but the extra push came from the fact that you fell asleep with your headphones in ..and Taehyung was calling you.The sudden blast against your ear drums almost making you roll off the bed completely before you realized what was happening. Clicking the answer button not even waiting for you to say hello “We literally ordered you every piece of sushi on the menu, you should probably get your ass up here before Kookie eats it all, I can only hold him off for so long!” The base… in this man’s voice, holyshit…it was rare you guys talked on the phone, due to you being on completely opposite time schedules the majority of the time. To be honest..hearing him..remembering he was so close almost made you nervous. Which threw you off initially, because in all honesty by now you typically felt very comfortable when you talked to them. But, again let’s get real..this was still BTS regardless of how down to earth they are…that still doesn’t change the aura they have! I think because you guys were always texting from so far away it almost made you feel like this was all a fantasy..I mean it’s been months… now they were literally upstairs waiting for you.

 You couldn’t help but let out a snort as you rubbed your eyes,vision still foggy “Such a baby ..” your tone slightly groggy due to just waking up “Aww,I told you she was probably sleeping good job Tae!” You knew that was Jimin, his voice was a little softer..he just always sounds so…I don’t know..relaxed? You couldn’t help but smile always such a sweetheart! But before you could even say anything...“Well I mean in his defense it’s like 8 at night…sooo…” You also knew that sarcastic growl anywhere “Fuck you Yoongi…” the clap back came instant with zero hesitation or thought behind it. The two of you had a very love hate relationship. Of course it was playful but you two gave each other shit 24/7. You heard them all erupt in laughter almost in unison..and the smile on your face stretched even wider. “Okay but forreal, my tolerance for food is non existent..and this foods already been here about 5 minutes you got another 60 seconds before I start eating without you!” There he was..the world’s favorite brat..-”Ignore him babe, he’s not touching a damn thing until you get up here..” It was slightly muffled..I think he was kinda far away but you already knew who it was..too…Hoseok and Namjoon were the only ones who called you by a pet name, had since they met you.  You felt your face get hot, almost forgetting how good that sounds in person “Thank you Hobi..alright give me like 5 minutes..someone text me the room number..hey wait..where’s Jonnie and Jin!?” It almost felt like you could feel his laugh the rumble…sat so low…you already knew he was probably sitting there looking boyfriend as fuck with those deep ass dimples “I’m here princes..Jin’s asleep..he’s not feeling so good. I’ll text you the room number..take your time..” - “Don’t listen to him..I’m hungry!”- “Oh my god Kookie shut up! She just said she’s coming! Your not gonna die!” It was clear Namjoon was about done with Jungkook for the night, his tone was as dry as can be  “You don’t know that..then YOU’D have to explain to ARMY what happened” You couldn’t help but scoff at how dramatic this boy was..but also you were damn near in tears from listening to them bicker back in fourth. “God forbid you die of starvation..alright Kookie, I’ll be there in a minute..bye guys!”

 Sitting on the edge of the bed trying to contemplate what to do…not wanting to overdo it because they knew you just woke up but I mean come on…you couldn’t look like you just woke up either! Throwing on a pair of high waisted leggings, they were comfy and you know they made your ass look good, and a loose black cropped cut up band tee. Running some tinted brow gel though your brows, a orangey bronzer on your cheeks for blush, and some gloss,being oh so thankful for lash extensions. You looked wayyy more put together than you really were.. putting your hair in high ponytail, pulling out a couple pieces around your face. A couple spritz of perfume and you were out the door, taking in a couple slow breaths before knocking on there door. Shaking off any nerves that were suddenly moving up your throat. “You got this girl…you got this..” giving yourself a well needed pep talk before letting your knuckles meet the door. You instantly heard the commotion from there room and it didn’t take long for you to hear the door unlatch. Letting out one more deep exhale, before you faced whoever was behind it.  Once the door opened you knew you were done, Namjoon’s eyes met yours, you watched them crinkle as he smiled down at you..those dimples!! THOSE DIMPLES!! And he looked good, they all looked and smelled so good…no makeup..skin glowing..looking boyfriend as fuck. The jeans,sweatpants..backwards snapbacks..foreheads exposed there were foreheads…foreheads everywhere! This was just a lot for one person to take in, you low key were feelin kinda attacked and I don’t blame you! ! Feeling like you almost had to squeez your thighs together as you walked in the room..…Once you entered you were greeted by warm smiles and even warmer hugs, each of their individual scent hitting your nose as they pulled you into there frame. Each touch was different, the embrace..how long it lingered, to be honest you almost could predict how it would go. The way each member hugged you almost reflected the way they interacted with you via text.

 About a hour went by..you found yourself on the couch sandwiched between Hoseok and Jimin, legs rested on Jimin’s lap while you guys ate sushi and drunk wine. Jimin’s hand casually resting on your thigh as he ate, yes..Park Jimin….had his hand.. On. Your .Thigh. What is life right now?? Not to mention the boys not knowing what personal space is, and just being total sweethearts, there was certain foods that you obviously aren’t familiar with. Not only did they explain it but they fed it to you..like the way you see them feed each other in Vlives….yeah. I don’t think you’d ever get the visual of Kim Taehyung putting a piece of sushi in your mouth, then licking the left over eel sauce off his finger..out of your head..

All of the nervous energy you felt on your way up here was completely gone, it was crazy how comfortable you felt around them! The conversation was pretty random and all over the place, just like your group chat. The boys more so wanting to hear about how you’ve been, they were very fascinated in your line of work, especially Yoongi and Hoseok. Once you finished eating the room fell  silent..which you didn’t mind until you noticed the mischievous smirk on Jungkook’s face. While Namjoon passed out tiramisu for dessert. “Kookie..what the holy hell is that face!?” Kicking up your brow in curiously while Yoongi randomly erupted in laughter, the tone alone was suspect.. and at this point you had to know what was up. Your eyes shot to Taehyung’s, because you knew he’d cave! Letting out a slow huff before setting his plate down. You could tell he wanted to smile though so it couldn’t be that bad right? “Wellll…” purposely being an ass and dragging it out knowing damn well you were dying over there “WELL!?” your tone?…yeah..not so chill…smacking the pillow that was currently in your lap. At this point you guys were almost 2 bottles deep so your patience was nonexistent..“Well she’s not very patient..” Yoongi teased with a smirk, as he licked his lips and suddenly the pillow that was on your lap was flying halfway across the room “Alright,alright I’ll tell you just don’t throw anything at me next….So last night..Kook kinda sorta found your tumblr….” The words came out slow, as his tongue teased the corner of his lip, his eyes tracing yours carefully waiting to see how you’d respond. The room was dead silent at first, and well to be fair you didn’t see the big deal, it was a mix of makeup fashion, sex and BTS. Your eyes scanned the room with a slight shrug “Oohhkayyy..” You let your words drag out making it very clear that you were obviously missing the punchline…”Right..but like..we were bored… so we went…kindaaaaa far back…” Hoseok glanced down at you as he stuffed his face, and then my friend…there it was…your eyes went wide in pure terror once it clicked. “Oh fuckkkkk” I think you actually wheezed and curled into a ball..have you ever seen a rollie pollie curl up into a ball? Well yeah that was you!

 See…back in the day your BTS content had no chill, not only did you reblog smut but your tags..were on a whole nother level! Everything from Jimin’s thick neck,, to wanting Taehyung to tie you up with his Gucci headband,and do whatever the fuck he wanted, sitting on Jimin’s face, having Hoseok fuck you in front of a mirror, Yoongi’s tongue game, Namjoons daddy kink, Junkooks sub switch! Yeah girl you were ugh..mortified to say the least. “Oh fuck me!!”  This time It almost came out as a screech as your face fell into Hoseok’s lap, and they all cackled so loud it was unreal. You felt him massage your shoulder trying to put you at ease..but there was no way..no way… “Oh don’t worry I screenshot some of my favorites..serious question..please explain to me the sexual attraction to Jimin’s.. In your words “ Thick ass neck..daddy yassssssss” Yoongi breathed out, the emphies on the “Yasss” had you limp to say the least…at least the boys found this hilarious because all you could hear in the background was cackling while you felt like you were dying! “Wait one more time Yoongi?” Hoseok breathed out with a snort and you lightly nipped at his thigh with your teeth..causing him to make a noise that you damn sure weren’t ready for, because you felt that shit in more places than one. “Yassssssssssss” Yoongi breathed out one more time in a high pitched tone. All you could do was flick him off..not even able to raise our head at this point! You felt Jimin start to rub your thigh, his way of letting you know you were fine. It was clear the post from the past couple months, since you’ve met them..they haven’t been as..intense. Probably because now that you know them..it made it kinda weird..but at the end of the day you were a fangirl..that’s how you guys met and they were on YOUR tumblr! So once you got over the initial shock…meh it is what it is!

 Taehyung crawled over to you, taking your face in his hands, trying to make you look up at him . Pressing his forehead to yours..and now you really weren’t going to open your eyes. “I’m not moving until you look at me …hey..do I need to go get my Gucci headband ?” His tone was playful, it was clear he just wanted to make sure you were good….but to be honest the threat sounds more like a sinful tease. His voice barely above a whisper,breath hitting your skin, a mixture of white wine and coffee from the tiramisu.His hands felt so soft against your skin it was unreal, you fluttered your eyes open, and he smiled back at you…”There’s our girl!” Pulling back from you, rocking back on the floor. No matter how embarrassed you were..hearing him say that..”Our girl..”..had you feeling..of course at ease but also slightly turned on? Yet you couldn’t help but whine as you readjusted our ponytail your face felt like it was on fire…”Why does everyone think I have a mirror kink? I mean it’s true but what about me says that?” Hoseok’s brows furrowed, in confusion as he licked the whipped cream off his fork.. In which a scoff left your lips without even realizing “Ghee I don’t know maybe because your a dancer and spend a lot of time in a studio..and I mean as a dancer your a perfectionist..so in theory you like to watch yourself..hmm..I knew that was spot on!” Glancing over at him, voice playfully flirtatious,, but the look this man gave you in return..you just…no you weren’t ready for it. It was like he went from being Jhope to Jay, tongue slowly sliding against his plump bottom lip. As a smirk moved up his face, before causally returning his glance to the pastry on his plate. It was like he knew he knocked the wind outta you for a moment, and that alone was enough for him to be content just knowing he could if he wanted too. It just hit you how turned on you suddenly were…as sassy as you could be you loved a man that was dominant…and you already knew this man was dom AF I mean come on   “Well it didn’t take long for her sassy ass to shake off acting shy and embarrassed..Yo..Jimin..man are-are you taking pictures of your neck!? “Yoongi’s face was priceless as he leaned up from his chair, trying to get a better look and you could help but snort, whipping your head around to see for yourself . All he did was shrug nonchalant..no shame…”Actually I’m looking at it in my camera…ya know I never realized it but I actually do have a really nice neck” Nodding in approval at his own reflection, as he should because the boy was fine…. “Wooowww…Jin would be proud…” Namjoon just rolled his eyes as he let his glance meet yours “Where just giving you a hard time honestly..we’ve seen wayyy crazier, its normal and at the end of the day..it comes with the territory. Part of being a idol is being a fantasy. I mean shit it’s part of why they don’t like us to date..nothing’s changed on our end so I really hope your not like freaking out about this…” His whole delivery was warm, and even though the atmosphere made you feel at ease and you kinda already knew they were just giving you shit, but it still felt good to hear him say it!

 You smiled back at him, almost getting lost for a moment as he held your gaze in the palm of his hands…”Also I mean this all seems pretty spot on..especially you reblogging all these text post about Jungkook being a bratty sub..” Taehyung teased letting his eyes cut over to Kook’s but he did NOT seem amused, actually he was quiet this whole time. Kinda had you wondering if he was feeling uncomfortable..or upset..you weren’t sure you just knew something didn’t seem right with him. The boys seemed to just shoe it off but you didn’t like it..”So….I have a question…how do you go from I guess…having all those..”Fantasies”.. to just suddenly shutting those thoughts off? I mean granted were all friends now..so it would probably be hard for you to separate the two if the oppert-” The look on your face made Yoongi stop talking altogether “What do you mean it would be hard to seperate the two? Are you assuming women can’t just fuck for the sake of pleasure? Have you never heard of one and done…or What? Are you assuming your dicks so good that I’ll turn into a sasaeng tumblr and not be able to be your friend anymore?” Cocking your head to the side as you kicked your brow up..voice dripping in sass..and you heard all the other boys let out a snort. You personally weren’t able to catch all there reactions but let’s just say even though they didn’t expect you to say that they were impressed that you did. The fact that you didn’t seem like you were intimated by the sudden change of pace as far as the conversation was concerned, but hey..you’re all adults right? Clearly your statement caught Yoongi off guard as he as actually speechless. His eyes were challenging you though …that’s for damn sure,it  felt like his eyes were fucking you right there..head leaning to the side slightly, his gaze becoming more of a smolder..you started a fire with this one. Letting his tongue dance along his bottom lip as his finger..traced the rim of his glass. Clearing his throat before responding “Well I mean from these post it seems like your more curious as to what my tongue can do as opposed to my dick but hey..”  Leaning back slightly your face clearly reflecting that you were a little taken aback, but also impressed by his response..because again none of you ever had these types of conversations together before . I mean let’s get real they’re grown ass man but of course this isn’t a side of the boys the world got to see. IDOL world is completely different, more…tamed I guess you could say. They don’t talk about sex and girls the way some American artist can so freely, so this was brand new territory and you loved it.. ..His tone was so coy and laxed that all you could do was nod in agreeance the look on your face said “Touche”  Not sure if it was the liquid courage or if this was just the way they were behind closed doors but you had no complaints. There was something really sexy, knowing that it appears some of the fantsities you as fans think the boys are into might be true. The fact that they can be one way to world..and completely different behind closed doors had your skin on fire. I mean of course you see hints of it on stage and let your mind wander else were but fuck..it’s a whole other experience hearing it first hand, your panties were done for at this point.

 You watched the other boys go completely wide eyed at Yoongi’s comment…not surprised but surprised he took it there. Especially Namjoon as he glanced back at him “Oh please don’t even start bra master “ sticking out your tongue playfully as you successfully made him cringe at the reference .Out of habit,the conversation started breaking out in their native tongue briefly before they caught themselves. Switching back to English seamlessly  so you didn’t feel awkward… “Hyung I still Believe you just said that out loud! Damn I guess you’re officially the 8th member of BTS, because we don’t talk like this around anybody..but each other..” Jimin’s  eyes met yours smiling up at him, feeling pretty damn, good because one that means they were genuinely comfortable with you, and two, I mean fuck what girl wouldn’t love to talk kink fantasys  with the people there actually about. Especially because they kinda seem to be into it, I mean shit if that’s not something, to get yourself off to at night then I don’t know what is! Yet, through all this you couldn’t help but still glance back over at Jungkook . He was just so removed while the rest of you were having a ball, and that’s just not like him! “Hey I think I’m gonna go lay down..I just got really tired for some reason….” His eyes met Namjoons before he excused himself…”Night Kookie…” glancing over at him because it was clear he want going to speak..”Night…” Scrunching in your nose at how dry that response was ….

 You 10:30pm : Okay…what the fucks your deal????

PART 1 

BTW- I will also note this in part 1, as well as it’s kinda discussed at the end of part 1. These “Sessions” will not be rushed..in my mind this spans the last couple months of tour so Jan-April. Y/N gets to Tokyo Jan 1st btw, in all honesty in the two week period of her vacation I will probably only have her hook up with 2 of the guys and put a break in between for the others. It will be reference at the end of part 1 “If any other situations come up naturally in the future..and you choose to indulge, that’s completely up to you, but that dose NOT affect our dynamic”

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Title: Burn the Witch Characters: Rowena, reader Relationships: Rowena/reader Genres: Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Romance Warnings: Whump

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Rowena and you have been through it all in your two years of knowing each other, but never, in a million years, would you have thought a bunch of religious nuts would kidnap her and attempt to burn her at the stake for the horrible crime of being a witch.

You made your presence known by blasting the door clear off its hinges with a simple glance. You were in no mood for pleasantries, and considering these people wanted to kill your lover in one of the worst ways possible, they were lucky you didn't set them on fire on sight to give them a taste of their own medicine.

Rowena was tied to a wooden stake, her wrists bound behind her back. Straw and firewood laid beneath her feet, waiting for the torch the old guy (whom you assumed was their leader) held to light it.

"Drop it!" you ordered, your tone leaving no place for argument.

Rowena stirred up, startled by your voice, and turned to look at you. Noticing a dark purple bruise around her eye, you clenched your fists in anger. They were going to pay for that. They were going to pay for everything they'd put her through.

The fanatics, all five of them, pointed their rifles at you, and you barely resisted a chuckle. As if those things could hurt you. Ever since Rowena had gotten you a Resurrection Seal of your own, there weren't that many things that made you fear for your life.

The sixth one, the guy holding the torch, smirked at you smugly. He was enjoying this more than he should have. You made a mental note to make sure his death was the worst.

"And why should I?"

"'Cause if you don't, something really bad will happen to you."

Correction: something really bad would happen to them either way, but if they stopped what they were doing, you were willing to make it hurt a tad less. It all depended on how much they pissed you off, and right now they were treading on a dangerous line.

"You're unholy," one of the rifle holders, a bearded man in his mid thirties, said.

"You need to be cleansed," a blonde woman whom you assumed to be his wife, judging by their matching bands, added.

That was rich, coming from people who couldn't take Rowena on without drugging her first. It must have felt great to beat on and tie up a helpless witch who couldn't even defend herself. Whatever they'd given her was strong; you could tell she was struggling to keep her head upright.

Your anger burned stronger. Oh, how you would make them scream! Forget mercy – they deserved nothing but the worst, and that was exactly what they were going to get.

"It's okay," the torch guy said, nodding to his comrades before turning back to you. "I'll do what you asked."

And with that he dropped the torch onto the straw, and in a split second a large fire burned up, finding its way over to Rowena's feet.

Fuck!

Bad choice of words.

Rowena's eyes widened in fear. She struggled against the restrains, trying to free herself, but all attempts were futile. The ropes around her wrists were too strong.

"You will pay for that, you bastard!" you snarled, eyeing him and the rest of his merry group as you readied the very first incantation your girlfriend had taught you. "Impetus bestiarum! Occidete invicem!"

One by one, the fanatics began to scream, their eyes turning blood red as animalistic growls ripped from their throats. Just as you ran over to Rowena, their eyes found one another and soon enough they were at each other's throats, quite literally, ripping and gnawing at fresh flesh.

"Rowena!"

Her dress had caught fire, flames eating their way up the left side of her body. She screamed out loud as pain ripped through her leg, the fire licking at the sensitive skin.

Your eyes welled up in tears and, feeling helpless, you let out a barrage of curses. What was the spell to put out fire, again?

"Exstinguere," you exclaimed, hoping you got it right. Latin wasn't one of your strong suits.

Luckily, your magic heard your call and the flames died down in an instant, leaving behind a cloud of dark smoke. Breathing out in relief, you went to free Rowena's wrists and your heart swelled with sympathy as you took in the state of her injuries. The ropes, thin and razor sharp, had cut into her skin. Blood was pouring out the cuts, fresh and warm.

She yelped when you started fiddling with the ropes. "It's okay," you told her gently. "Let me take them off. It'll only hurt for a moment."

As soon as she was freed, you took her into your arms, holding her tightly against you. She held on to you as if she hadn't seen you in centuries, burying her head in the crook of your neck.

"You're safe, sweetheart," you whispered. "I got you. Come now, let me take you home."

Home was a small apartment you owned. It was far from the glamour of the five star hotels the two of you were used to, but it was cozy and had a homely feel to it that no luxury could replace. Rowena would never admit it out loud, but she loved that tiny place. She felt safer there than she did anywhere else.

"I can't. My leg…"

You carefully sat her down, pushing up her charred dress to examine the extent of her injuries. A large, nasty looking burn spread from her ankle all the way up to her thigh. The skin was raw, an ugly bright red that looked awful and hurt even worse.

"Damn it!" you swore. "You can't walk at all?" You hoped with everything you had that she could.

"I could try, but I don't think we'd get far. It hurts, and also, they injected me with somethin'. I feel strange." She looked you in the eye. "Ye should leave. Don't worry about me."

"Never!" you fired, outraged at her suggestion. How could she even think you'd ever leave her? "You hear me? Don't even think that! I don't ever want to hear you say that! Have I made myself clear?"

"So dramatic," she teased, pulling on a small smile.

"When it comes to you, always." Being dramatic was the only way you could get through to someone as stubborn as her. "Listen, the car is just around the corner. It's not a long walk. Wanna give it a go? I'll help you."

"Alright," she reluctantly gave in. "I'll try."

You let her throw an arm around you, yours in turn wrapping around her waist for support. She limped and hissed all the way over to the car, but managed to pull through without much trouble. You made sure to compliment her on her strength; after everything she'd been through in the past few hours, she deserved a little praise.

By the time you reached your apartment, the drugs had worn off. Rowena was still weak; her injuries hurt like hell, but she was able to use little bits of magic and her head had gotten somewhat clearer.

As per her request, the first thing you did was run her a hot bath. You wanted to take care of her injuries, but she was adamant that she get clean first – she wanted to get all the filth off herself as soon as possible, even if it meant enduring a little bit of pain.

You helped her out of her tattered dress by ripping the ruined fabric apart and letting the pieces slip to the floor. Once she was naked and you could absorb the full extent of her leg injury, you wondered how the hell she withstood the pain she certainly must have been in. If it had been you, you would have curled up on the floor and cried out incoherently until the pain meds you most certainly would have taken started working.

You led her into the bathtub and positioned her to sit between your open legs, careful not to disturb the painful-looking deep purple bruises on her abdomen. Those fanatics had beaten her good. Rage swelled up in you from even the thought of how much they had to have pounded on her to cause that kind of damage.

Rowena seemed to be taking it well. She hadn't protested much, and save from a few hisses and yelps, the water, as well as the warmth and safety of your arms around her, seemed to have relaxed her.

It was when you poured some shampoo into the water that she stirred, after moments of just laying in your arms, and let out a pained moan.

"It burns," she said, motioning to her raw wrists and burned leg.

"It's the shampoo," you explained, feeling guilty for causing her unnecessary pain. "For your hair. I'm sorry."

She sighed. "It's fine," she said, thought her voice told you it was anything but fine.

"I'll be quick."

You gently massaged her scalp, smiling as she relaxed once again under the softness of your touch. After you were done with her hair, you made sure to scrub away all the dirt and caked blood glued to her pale skin; you realized how dirty she really was once you exited the bathtub and glanced upon the brownish-pink water going down the drain.

After getting her a set of clean clothes (an old tank top and soft shorts you had outgrown back in junior high school) and blow-drying her hair, you sat her next to you on the couch in the living room and, having prepared the bandages and healing salve she'd made for you weeks ago following a nasty encounter with a werewolf, started working on her injuries.

"Tell me if I hurt you," you told her, carefully taking her hand so you could inspect her wrist. It had stopped bleeding, but the wound was still open, very obviously painful.

Rowena smiled through the pain. "Don't worry, dear. I've been through worse."

What could have possibly been worse than this? You didn't dare ask. The situation was depressing enough as it was. "Wanna talk about what happened?"

"There isn't much to say. Ow!" she yelped as you applied the salve to the open wound. That thing had an unfortunate side effect of causing pain before speeding up the healing process.

"Sorry," you said guiltily, tenderly wrapping the bandage around her wrist before reaching for her other one. "They did horrible things to you. I can't even imagine–"

"So don't! Let us not dwell on the past."

"Alright," you gave in. You didn't want to pressure her into doing something she wasn't comfortable with. Heaven knows she'd had enough of that for one day.

"I'm fine. Honest," she said, seeing the worried look on your face. She pulled on a small smile. "What's a little beatin' and fire for an ol' witch like me?"

"This isn't funny, Rowena! You could have died!"

How could she joke at a time like this? You had been scared to death that you would lose her, that she would die without a goodbye and leave you all alone in this world you already despised enough with her in it. You didn't know what you would have done had you not been able to see her again.

"You're bein' dramatic, Y/N," she said, barely resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

"Dramatic?"

Gritting your teeth in anger, you tightened the bandage, causing her to let out a pained groan. Good, you thought. You hated the thought of hurting her, but if she had to learn the hard way what her attitude was doing to you, so be it.

"I've been worried sick ever since you disappeared! I almost went to the Winchesters for help. The Winchesters, Rowena! Hunters! It's fine that you're so casual about this, but newsflash, sweetheart – I love you, and the thought of you being in pain hurts me! You're free to get yourself into all kinds of fucked up shit, but not on my watch. You hear me? 'Cause as long as I'm here, I'm gonna worry about you!"

She stared at you, her expression softening at the concern that washed over your features, prompting a single tear to slide down your cheek. You weren't certain what went through her head; you could see your words impacted her, shook her to the very core, but reading her actual feelings was mission impossible.

Rowena wasn't used to people caring about her. All her life she'd only had herself to depend on, herself to trust. Everyone she'd ever crossed paths with had either betrayed her or abandoned her. You were the first genuine thing she'd had in centuries and she didn't know how to deal. She trusted you, immensely, truly, but the experience was still foreign to her. It was almost like she'd expected you to betray her, expected you to sell her out to some hunter and leave without ever coming back.

She was a mesmerizing tragedy. Even with all the scars and bruises, both physical and psychological, she was gorgeous, a beautiful disaster you loved more than anything in the world.

"How could ye love someone like me, after all I've done?" she asked suddenly, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had fallen between you.

Loving her was far from easy. You knew what you were getting into from the very start. You'd witnessed firsthand her manipulation tactics. How she'd play the Winchesters even when they were the ones keeping her chained up. Hell, she'd even tried to manipulate you while you were doing your best to make sure they wouldn't hurt her while they held her captive. She'd given up once she realized you were on her side, but still, she never completely stopped being her worst self.

Hearing her say she would never love anything broke your heart into a million pieces. That had turned out to be false, however, those words still hurt, having to listen to them while, head over heels by now, practically begging Castiel and Crowley not to hurt her.

You had almost called it quits when the whole thing with Lucifer happened, but watching her die made you realize you weren't ready to let her go. She had become a constant in your life, a part you couldn't imagine living without.

"I just do," you replied. You didn't really have a reason. Rowena was beautiful, powerful, dangerous, a force to be reckoned with and, once you got to know her, the biggest sweetheart you could ever meet. She was just Rowena, and that was enough for you to love her. "You're Rowena fucking MacLeod. Isn't that enough?"

That prompted her to chuckle. "I appreciate everythin' ye've done for me. I'm sorry if I came off as ungrateful. I love ye, Y/N. I guess I'm still strugglin' to accept that someone could love a person like me."

"You're very lovable." Finishing her wrist, you brought her hand to your lips and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles. "Don't ever think that you're not." You glanced down to her abdomen. "Your ribs okay?"

"Aye. It's just a few bruises. I'll be fine."

"And your face?"

"Same."

"God, Rowena, I hate this." You cupped her cheek so you could inspect the deep purple bruise around her eye. "I hate them for doing this to you."

"I'll live. They won't." She gave you a proud smile. "That was quite an astonishing feat, my dear. I'm impressed."

You blushed at her praise. You could win a Nobel prize, and not even that could compare to the joy of having her respect. "I learned from the best."

"You flatter me," she said, smiling brightly. She loved compliments as much – if not more – as you did.

"Put your leg up," you instructed as you got up and pulled over a nearby chair to sit on.

Rowena obeyed, letting out a groan at the outburst of pain caused by the sudden movement. A string of empathy pulled at your fast beating heart. You hated seeing her in pain, and loathed those who'd caused it. A small part of you took solace in the fact that they paid for it with their lives. However, their death, as horrifying as it was, didn't make her pain go away.

You would have gladly taken all her suffering onto yourself, if given a chance. Anything, just so she wouldn't have to suffer.

"This is going to hurt," you told her as you prepared the salve. By your estimate, her burn was somewhere between first and second degree; while it was nowhere as bad as it could have been, it was still nasty and touching it would hurt like a bitch.

"It's alright. Just do it," she replied calmly, though the dread that crossed her face gave her away. She was scared, deadly so; scared of more pain, of torment that didn't seem to end no matter how much time she gave it. In the end, something would always happen and regress all her progress back to zero.

It wasn't fair, you thought. Rowena may have been bad in the past, but she was trying her hardest to be a better person. She deserved a chance.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," you whispered, getting up shortly just to give her a kiss to the forehead. "I'll be gentle."

"I know, darlin'. Do what ye must do. I'll be fine," she assured you, forcing on a smile to placate you.

Taking a deep breath for courage, you started rubbing the cool, creamy salve over her burn. The moment your hand touched the soft injury, Rowena let out a hiss, her face twisting into a pained grimace.

"I'm sorry," you said, your sympathy-filled eyes welling up with tears. You were the one hurting her now, and you hated yourself for it. It was to help her, yes, but the fact remained that it was because of you that she was in so much pain. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I can stop if you want."

"Keep goin'," she insisted. "I'll be alright."

"You sure?"

"Aye."

"Okay. If you need me to stop, let me know."

"Just get it over with."

The following twenty minutes, which was how long it took you to finish up her leg, had been hell. Despite all her attempts to keep quiet, a few screams that sounded like they came straight from nightmares had managed to tear from Rowena's throat. You were glad the apartment had been magic proofed, otherwise the police would have been called the very first time your touch to a particularly sensitive place on the large wound have caused her to shriek like a banshee.

You begged her to let you stop for just a bit, but she was adamant that you finish what you started. She may have been in unimaginable pain, but Rowena sure knew how to be intimidating. You didn't dare go against her pointed glare and sharp tone.

Once the salve had been applied and all the bandages were in place, you let out a breath you'd been holding for a while, happy to have finally finished the difficult task. It wasn't that you minded taking care of Rowena; nothing could measure with joy of being trusted enough for her to let you see her at her worst. To help her you had to hurt her, and that, despite the positive results, made you hate yourself more than anything.

She was still shaking like an addict craving a fix when you let go of her leg. You remembered that feeling well from the time that werewolf attacked you and she'd applied that very same salve to your deep scratches. It was some old recipe she'd found in one of the books she'd acquired over the centuries. In order for the wound to heal faster, the salve had to irritate it, and that tended to go as far as doubling the pain.

You recalled shaking the very same way, on that very same couch, crying into Rowena's chest as she held you and murmured soothing words. You'd spent the entire night like that, wrapped in the safety of her tiny arms.

You'd only managed to fall asleep in the early morning hours. When you woke up a few hours later, you'd found her bent over a stove, making you soup mixed with some potion she'd claimed – which had later proven to be true – would help keep your mind at ease for the rest of the ordeal.

It took almost two days for your scratches to stop hurting. You shuddered at the thought of Rowena being like this for the next forty-eight hours.

"This bloody hurts!" she whimpered, desperately reaching for her bandaged leg in hopes of easing the pain. The moment her hand pressed against the wound, she let out another scream. Tears she'd been holding back for hours finally spilled down her face, turning her naturally rosy cheeks a deep shade of red.

Your hands balled into fists in anger; anger at the people who'd done this to her and at the salve for having this horrifying side effect.

It was when she started scratching at her wrists, which, despite not being as affected, still hurt like hell, that you rejoined her on the couch and wrapped her in a tender, loving embrace.

"Don't do that," you told her, clasping your hand over hers to stop her from picking at the bandages.

Letting out a soft groan, she nestled into you, leaning her head against your chest.

"I don't think I can take this much longer."

She was full on crying now, pressing her lips into a firm line to suffocate the sobs that threatened to rip from her mouth.

You could tell she hated uttering those words, hated herself for showing vulnerability so openly, and it broke your heart to see her like that; broken, on the verge of a breakdown.

"Yes, you can," you told her. "And you will. If anyone can do it, it's you. If you need to scream, do it. Holding it in isn't healthy. Just let it go. I won't think any less of you." Your grip on her hand tightened in reassurance. "I promise, sweetheart. Whatever you do, I won't judge you."

So she did. She let it go, let the sobs and screams and shrieks roam free until her throat grew sore and she had no other choice but to bury her head in your chest and cry inconsolably.

Your soul hurt at the sight of her, so fragile, so vulnerable, but the only thing you could do was hold her and rub soft, soothing circles across her back.

"You're my strong girl," you murmured in an attempt to console her and get her to keep fighting for the only person who could truly get her through everything that awaited her was herself. "I know you can do this."

"I can," she agreed, her voice a tad more confident than before. It wasn't much, but it was progress. "I survived the British Men of Letters. I survived the Grand Coven. I survived Lucifer, and he actually killed me. I can do this."

"That's the spirit!"

"Thank ye, Y/N. Ye've been nothin' but kind to me. I owe you."

"You owe me nothing. You did the same thing for me when that werewolf hurt me. You've stayed awake for two days to watch over me. Now it's time for me to return the favor."

You leaned down to kiss the top of her head, nuzzling her hair like a puppy in need of cuddling.

"I'm not going to leave you. Whatever happens, I'm here. I love you, Rowena. Seeing you like this hurts me. And I will do everything in my power to make you as comfortable as possible."

"That's nice of ye to say."

"And I mean every single word. You're not alone in this, honey. Not anymore – and never again. I promise. You're stuck with me whether you like it or not."

She chuckled at the last part. "I love ye."

"You better," you teased, diving for another kiss, this one to her cheek.

It took a few hours for her to finally drift off to peaceful slumber. You followed right after her, holding onto her as if she were a plushie you used to sleep with as a child.

And, just as expected, two days later she was as good as new. The wound had still not properly healed, but most of the pain was gone and your girl was back to being her confident self again, the side of her you never, until now, thought you'd miss more than anything in the world.

CREDITS: Editor: @apritelleorai Latin:  @oswinthestrange

The bathing scene is @apritelleorai's idea. She was kind enough to allow me to borrow it.

These two beautiful ladies have my utmost gratitude!