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Bound by the Pattern ~ Chapter 1 ~ Namjoon

Pairing: Namjoon x reader, future OT7 x reader

AU : the Wheel of Time AU

Wc : ~2k

Friends to lovers , (soulmates ?)

Warnings: (maybe the chapter with the less warnings out of the 7), mostly fluff, sexual themes, makeout, p in v, unprotected sex (no condoms in this AU, wrap it up in real life!), multiple orgasms, improper use of magical bond (kind of)

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Please be nice, english isn't my first language.

As long as you remember, he was always here, looking after you. From when you became an apprentice to when you were struggling to channel, he was here, cheering for you until you succeeded. The hours you spent training Warder/Aes Sedai fight coordination together? You can't even count them. After you falled from exhaustion, he carried you to your bed every time. He was your rock, your protection against the pressure of being the most powerful apprentice in centuries.

Today you become officially a Green Aes Sedai. You're with the other apprentices, ready to pass the ceremony and choose your Ajah. You've always admired the Green one. Powerful warrior women, ready to defend themselves but at the same time capable of trusting one or multiple Warders with their lives.

When the Amyrlin Seat calls you, you step forward. " What Ajah will guide your life, young one?" She asks. You know it's a very important decision but you don't hesitate

"The Green one" you answer. Then you receive your Aes Sedai ring, a green one for the Green Ajah.

The ceremony ends as usual, all the newly named Aes Sedai leaving the room. You find him there, waiting for you, with his usual dimple smile. " How was it, becoming an Aes Sedai ?" He asks " nice ring. So you chose the Green Ajah ? Good choice. Let's go get a drink to celebrate" he wraps his arm around your shoulders and together you leave the white tower to roam in the streets of Tar Valon, searching for a good inn.

You both get a beer and start chatting. After quite a time he finally dares ask the question burning on his lips " so now that you're a real Aes Sedai you can get a Warder, right ?"

You don't know what to answer to that " yes, why?".

"You know why. Because i want to be yours, your Warder, your protector. We promised we'd bond" he says, nonchalant but with a hint of vulnerability.

"It's not a light decision to take. You're sure?" Was all you could mumble.

" i want it, i want us, bonded, against the world."

" are you sure? Because there's no coming back from a bonding"

" i know, and i choose you, the most powerful Aes Sedai in centuries to be my bonded. Please, accept" he almost begs

The next day, you both meet the Green Ajah leader at dawn "Serenya Sedai! Can we get a minute with you? Please, it's important"

" sure, young people, i'm always open to help the young ones"

"we want to get bonded" Namjoon announces

"interesting, but not surprising" she answers " everybody in the White Tower can see how close you two are. You spare together, train together, have walks together. You're almost unseparable now. Anyone could've guessed you'd end up bonded" you both blush at this.

"so...can you...bond us?" Namjoon asks

"Are you sure you're accepting each other as a part of yourself, your other half? Are you ready to feel everything the other feels through this bond? Are you ready to die for the other?" The Green leader demand "because bonding isn't a thing to take lightly. It's can't be broken, and if one of you die it'll feel worse than death for the other. Are you ready for that? To go through that and through everything else together ? Forever?"

You both answer yes.

"You two are the hope of the Tower. For decades the number and power of the aspiring Aes Sedai declines. But you two, children, are the exception. Namjoon, i've rarely seen a Warder so skilled in all forms of combat and you, girl, you're probably the most powerful Aes Sedai of the last centuries. You potential is huge, don't waste it"

" thank you, Serenya Sedai. Your praises are touching"

" Of you're both sure of your choice then let's get you two bonded. Remember, the Warder is the Aes Sedai's shield, her haven. And the Aes Sedai must always treat her Warder as an equal. Together you must be one" she starts channeling, weaving an intricate pattern to bond your souls together forever. The light strings wrap around you, bringing you two together, making your souls interwine.

That's when you both feel it, each other, like a constant presence in your chests a buzz of energy, like a small ball of light. Weird, but soothing at the same time. You know it, it was the right choice. You look at each other and smile " now it's us, forever" Namjoon affirms

Over the next months you train, again and again, to become one with Namjoon. Coordinating fighting techniques, meditating together to work on the bond, you're almost always with him. So much time that you can't imagine being without him again. He's always there, always watching, always attentive if you need something. And you become dependant, of this man, your Warder, of his dragon eyes always ensuring you're well, of this constant presence in your chest: the bond.

Today you train with Maredin Sedai, a Sister of the Green Ajah. It's complicated, the point of this is to see who has the best channeling stamina. And since not a long time you you were still a novice, you lose. You collapse in the dust, exhausted.

He picks you up into his arms bridal style and carry you through the maze of corridor that is the White Tower.

" i'm not weak" you say, wanting to reassure yourself and look strong to him at the same time.

" i know" he simply answers. Only two words but a reassurance and proof of trust. And that's all it needs to comfort you. He knows you're strong, he doesn't regret the bond.

You feel so safe in his arms, always so seen and precious. It warms your heart.

Namjoon brings you to your bedroom and sits you on the bed. You're next to each other, knees almost touching. Your heart starts beating faster at the closeness. " You must think i'm silly" you say

" why would i think that of you?"

" you probably feel it through the bond, my feelings for you. I can't hide them" you lower your head "i know you probably don't feels the same at all but-"

He cuts you " hey, listen, it's not stupid." He reassure "look at me, i like you too"

" really?"

" yes. Can i kiss you?" He asks

You nod weakly.

He closes the space between you, leading the kiss. It starts gentle but grows passionate, messy. It's filled with longing and unsaid feeling. You finally feel whole, like you've always been meant to be with him. It feels right.

The things escalate quickly. He pushes you on your back on the bed and deepen the kiss. He starts grinding his hips on yours. You grip his shoulders for support.

As it's about to get further, someone knocks at the door " Alanna Sedai request you at her bedroom"

You and Namjoon move quickly away from each other, suddenly embarassed, as if the interuption popped the bubble of intimacy.

The next few days have been akward. None of you talked about the almost-fucked situationship. Of course you can both feel each other's emotions through the bond but it's still messy and complicated. You haven't been avoiding each other but the conversations aren't as fluid as they were. The sexual tension omnipresent.

" Namjoon it can't stay this way! We need to talk it off!" You complain

" what is there to say? That we kissed? That we almost slept together ?"

" yes! That's exactly what we need to talk about"

" and why should we?" He retorts " you regret?"

" no! But it's clearly affecting our bond!"

" i know, damnit! And it's killing me"

" then we have to fix it"

" yeah" he says, unsure

You take his hand and bring him to your bedroom " there's only one way to fix it: by finishing what we started"

" you mean..."

" yes"

He sits on the bed and pulls you on his lap, kissing you like his life depends on it. He then spread his legs so that you're straddling only one. He takes your hips in his strong hands and rocks your hips, making you grind on his thigh.

"It feels good, darling?"

" yes" You moan in his mouth as tu he kisses you. He keeps moving your hips for a few minutes more, making sure to put pressure on you clit every grind.

" i'm close" you whine

" go on, you can cum. I love you" he says, still kissing you

You take support on his shoulders as you come undone on his thigh, your moans of his name echoing in the room, your release soaking his uniform pants.

To soothe you he rubs your back gently and lay you on the bed. He then undresses you slowly, always making sure you're comfortable.

" it's embarassing if i'm the only one naked" you whisper

He smiles and undress immediatly, revealing his muscular body and honey skin. You bite your lower lip. But the real surprise comes when he takes off his pants. He's massive. Like very. For a moment you're scared. He feels it through the bond and immediatly reassure you " hey, it's okay, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to"

" i want to but...will it fit? I might hurt"

" i'll prep you well, don't worry" he's always so protective, so considerate and caring, it makes you internaly squeal in happiness. If he does feel it through the bond he doesn't mention it.

No sooner said than done, he preps you, stretching you with his fingers carefully and bringing you to a second orgasm until you're ready for him. He withdraw his fingers and kiss your forehead.

" it's time. Tell me if it hurts, i'll stop" he whispers in your ear. He pushes gently into you, stretching you. You wrap your arms around his neck. He pushes slow, inch by inch until he's fully sheathed inside you. You feel so full, like you're never been before. " Joon..." You moan "how can it feel so good?"

" it's probably because of the bond. Since we feel what each other feels then it's like we feel twice the pleasure." He suppose

He starts moving, starting with deep strokes before getting faster. He angles tentatively his hips until he finds the spot that makes you see stars. "Right here!" He smirk and start hitting this spot harder until you can only moan. "Shit, this pleasure amplification with the bond is really something else"

He kisses you deeply to muffle your moans so that nobody can hear. It feels so good, you can feel every stroke, every vein of his shaft. Your legs start to shake and your hips buck up into his, your gummy walls clenching around him "fuck! You feel so good" he groans

He picks up the pace and make sure to thrust directly to your spongy spot everytime, also rubbing circles on your clit until your moans are so loud that he has to put his hand on your mouth. You moan and whine his name desperatly as he brings you to the edge.

The bond makes your climax twice more powerful and pleasurable, you clench around him, milking his cock dry. You swear your vision went white for a moment. It triggers his own release. He grunts before slamming one last time into you and stilling deep inside to spill his hot seed.

He collapses onto you and burries his face in the crook of your neck. " I love you, my Aes Sedai"

" i love you too" you answer, stroking his muscular back and playing with his hair gently.

After few minutes he stands up from the bed and walk to the table, still naked. "Nice view" you tease him. He doesn't answer but his ears get red. He takes a carafe and a clothe. He wets the clothe and cleans you throughoutly. He even washes your face

" thank you, you're always so caring"

"always for you"

He then comes back in bed and wraps his arms around you in a protective embrace. You huddle into his chest and pull him in a kiss. You stay cuddling like that for almost an hour.

" i couldn't have dreamt of a better Warder"

"and me of a better Aes Sedai"

" i love you"

"i love you too"

chapter 2

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Off The Races

In which you, the sweetheart of America and famous actress, gets tired of the director's bullshit and Taehyung, your two times winner Nascar boyfriend, it's called to "calm you down".

♡Pairing: Racer!Taehyung & Actress!Reader

♡Genre: 1950's Hollywood au, fwb

♡Word Count: 2.3k

♡Warnings: Mention of drugs and alcohol, drunk driving, sexism, penetration, oral, very dramatic lol

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California, 1952

The makeup seemed to melt into your skin as the scorching California sun beat down on your face, blonde hair in voluminous waves tickling your shoulders. You didn't want to admit it, but the gold of the wig made your tan glow like a goddess.

A goddess on the brink of madness. The kind to let thunder fall on all the men who praised you with their words and profaned you with their eyes.

The lights that were put in front of you when singing action, the childish phrases that your new director wanted you to say in a tone of pure innocence. They made you tremble with disgust, but your agent had fought so much to get you this role and you, with so much time in this business, still didn't know how to say no to a good role that would catapult you back to heaven.

You loved the cameras, the attention, and the screams of the young women and girls seeking your divine attention in public. Be the cliché rag-to-riches icon. Icon of hope for America. America's little sweetheart.

Even when you seemed to be failing, you could hear people gasp in the streets at the sight of your emerald dress full of beads and stones, the tulle piled up inside your little car. A thin veil of whitish powder delicately covered your nostrils, the red lipstick smeared on your dress, and the long scarf that floated out of your Disco Volante, the cute car that Taehyung gave you a couple of months ago. The car looked like a red bullet flying through the streets, the palms shading your clown-like theatre makeup.

Your right hand, covered in lace, moved as abruptly against the steering wheel as if you were driving alone through the streets, dodging the other cars by almost brushing their rear bumpers.

From your left hand, dangled a cigarette that was finishing with the seconds and the harsh wind. You didn't know when you'd light it on, maybe between the time you ran out screaming that you wouldn't do a tenth take of the same fucking scene and when your car seemed to roar just under your stiletto heels.

No one chased you, not even your agent, he knew it would be worse if they treated you like a child to convince you to be submissive. Much less that son of a bitch of a director that thought he could get into your panties for knowing how to look behind his glasses and yell 'Cut!' over and over again.

On the other hand, Taehyung was finishing his cigarette leaning against his red Hudson Hornet, one of his most precious jewels after you.

The workshop was alive with the noise of men talking and laughing, machines, and the roar of engines being tested. His car was being checked for the race on Sunday, and he looked into the engine himself whenever he could, even when he had a crew of mechanics.

His favorite part was wiping the towel over the car to give it the finishing touch, his last name on the side next to a 7 painted in white. It was beautiful. He felt his chest swell with pride every time he did it. 

The Korean boy who played with cars made from milk cartons and soda caps. Now a two-time Nascar championship winner.

He dropped his cigarette butt to the ground as Little James, one of his mechanics, called several times from the small office at the end of the workshop. The telephone was in Little James' hand with a face of surprise and terror. The corner of Taehyung's lip lifted because he knew who could cause that expression with just a look and a simple action.

He walked slowly, keeping the cigarette box in the sleeve of his white shirt. Grabbing the phone, he asked Little James to leave him alone with a single raised hand.

"Now what?"

"She did it again, Kim. I don't know what I'm going to do with her."

"You should throw her off a bridge and tell her that'll make her more famous" Taehyung chuckled wiping his oily hands on the fabric of his shirt. Taehyung could almost hear your agent squinting his eyes under his bottle-bottom glasses.

One of these days you would kill him from a heart attack, Taehyung thought that was your purpose.

"I don't know where she's gone but we need to finish at least three scenes today and-" the man stammered. "Kim, she's wearing a dress that costs twice my salary. She needs to stop acting like a child, you should control her."

"Mmm," Taehyung snorted. "You've been with her for years, dear Carl. You've been handling her since she turned sixteen and still don't know how to tell her to calm down? To fucking stop her nagging?"

"No" he complained, not understanding the sarcasm in Taehyung's voice. "Since she turned twenty I don't know what to do with her"

Taehyung rolled his eyes "You can calm down, Carl" he assured with a serene voice.

"Are you going to look for her?"

"Yeah, cancel the whole week too, and tell that fucking director of yours not to try to change the actress because he's going to regret it"

"Do you know who you're talking about? Mr. Truman doesn't take shit from anyone, not even her"

"If they take her out of the movie, you won't find anyone like her"

"Kim..." Carl sighed in disappointment, he more than anyone knew it was the truth.

"Goodbye, Carl" Taehyung put the phone down, searching for his motorcycle keys.

You were on one of the highest hills, revealing a city of papers and moving images. 

The air around you was sweet and heavy; the palms were unfazed by the desperate heat. You gripped the wheel tightly looking up the rocky steep, of course you thought about it. You're also not trying to lie to yourself when you hear the sound in your head of how your body falls sharply, hitting each sharp stone. 

You took a deep breath and looked inside your car, white leather decorated to the smallest detail. A shuddering hand grabbed the bag on the passenger seat, a bottle so small it looked like a toy; with your fingernail covered in red varnish, you picked up the white dust. 

"What do you think you're doing?" your body tensed upon hearing the unfathomable voice of your boyfriend. Or so the magazines said, not that it bothered you that it was called that. 

His motorcycle was behind the car, high waisted jeans and sculpted white tee. A feast to the eyes. He came to you with slow steps, lighting a cigarette on his oily hands while he analyzed the scene in front of him: the biggest dress he has seen and your dilated pupils.

You cocked your head at Taehyung, his eyes unreadable. Your heart pounded when you saw him, eyes narrowed by the scorching sunlight, his eyebrows almost knit together with the lit wrinkled cigarette on his lips. 

They had already been five months since the first time you two met and the ineffable splendor that exuded from Taehyung was such, that every time you saw him, you felt like a schoolgirl. A girl having her first infatuation upon knowing what a man was; not the kind who pulled your hair to get your attention but one of those men who fix things and says the right thing all the time. 

Taehyung didn't talk much, he kept his voice like a rivulet, firm but gentle. You loved that about him, you loved when he would say the strangest things to you and then adorn it with "my love." 

For example: "Don't you think if you're going to go up a hill at noon, at least have something lighter, my love?" You didn't know if he was talking about the dress or the cocaine that was spreading away from your fingernail. 

"For the moment, it suits me perfectly, honey" You got out of the car removing your sunglasses to see him without the dark tint. His smell of smoke and perfume eternalized your nerves. 

"What are you doing here?" you said, pleased with the view.

"Your agent is worried about you" 

"Let him worry, he doesn't know what awaits him on this shoot" 

"I thought you wanted this role" his hands slid to the tight part of your waist, the smoke of both of your cigars blinding you.

"It's not the role I want, Taehyung dear" You looked at him with half-closed eyes, drunk with obsession. 

"Mmhm," was all he said, letting smoke out of his nose. You didn't realize when but you exhaled when you felt how the dress no longer tightened your waist; the open zipper on your back. 

"And what does my doll want?" he asked, throwing the cigar from your mouth away, spitting his.

"My face...everywhere" you smiled just thinking about it. Taehyung gently squeezed your breast, studying your face. 

"I want women to cut their hair to look like me and for men to masturbate in their bathrooms just by watching me on TV" a moan escaped your lips as you felt Taehyung's tongue cool your neck.

"What else?" said he leaving wet kisses all over your chest.

"I want-" your mind was overflowing with flashing pictures, "I want to enter rooms with a simple dress, and people to still make a fuzz about it, for them to think it's easy." You sighed, hearing the fabric break under his hands.

"What's easy?" He stopped the trail of kisses to see your face, close enough to smell the alcohol on your tongue.

"To be me." You smiled, him too. He grasped your untouched finger, still covered with the angel dust, took your wrist, and began to brush his gums with your index, the fine powder disappearing with his saliva. You never looked away.

He took your face in his grubby hands, cupped your cheeks, and drank you in like it was the first time, the last too. With a kiss, he pressed you against the side of the car. Putting his hands beneath your knees, he lifted you to take you to the hood. 

Number two of the things you discovered about him, it's the way he could make you melt. His hands opened your knees and broke the last pieces of the detailed skirt, glitter and stones flew in the air. 

The only thing you could do was let him do his part, you loved watching him perform. He crawled on top of you, the metallic noise of the hood sinking because of the weight. He ripped your white panties letting your pussy feel the cool air. "Oh, honey." You purred with a cocaine-induced smile, the alcohol making your whole core blush. "The way you move, makes me feel like one of your precious cars" 

He laughed while going down on you, his tongue found the throbbing nub beneath all the fabric and stones sticking to your sweaty skin. You yelped.

"I love the way you taste." He whined nibbling the skin of your inner thigh, he was going insane and you loved it. His tongue made its way to your core moving his head like a wild animal, growling while he ate you out. 

You couldn't give two fucks about who saw you or heard you, though, it was difficult people were going to when you were in the middle of nowhere. What a shame, really. You would've loved letting people see the stoic Kim Tae Hyung going down on you. His head lifted looking for air and looked at you with hooded eyes.

"Take my belt off, pretty thing." He demanded in a low voice, swallowing your taste. You obeyed with a rush. 

He took your hand and spit on it, with the raise of his brows you understood. You started wetting his shaft with his spit. His eyebrows furrow, tilting his head letting the sweat on his neck glist in the harsh light. "Fuck" he whispered and you felt so proud of your hard work.

After a few pumps, he couldn't control himself. His body fell on top of yours, softly putting your hands behind your head. His cock find your entrance and you both twitched at the feeling, he moved as slowly as he could. Breathy groans came out of his throat. 

"What about me, darling?" He started saying brushing his lips in your ear. "I'm not a billboard or a little shiny statue. Can you still take my adoration as something precious?" His heart was at the edge of a cliff, the tears too.

Your body trembled and laughed nervously. You've heard so many adorations from men, took them all like thrown roses.

This one felt like a dagger, a begging instead of a prayer.

"Don't be silly, Kim." Was everything you could say.

"When have I been a fool with you?" He interrupted, sinking the blade a little more when he stopped smiling. Gripping your hands harder under his. 

You denied. The in-and-out had you seeing stars around him. "Never" you exhaled.

"Let me take you on a date, please, honey" he whined leaving sweet pecks in your face and neck. "Let me treat you right"

You breathe so hard you shake, and with a roll of his skilled hips, you rolled your eyes, biting your lips. This man took his job so seriously, even when he was begging. 

"I never liked jesters anyways" you finally said, he smiles and pushed his body up without stopping his hips, taking the sweaty top off. 

His thumbs caressed your tummy and grip your sides so hard you squinted, he went as hard as possible. The car creaked under the movements. 

Taehyung's wet hair dripped salty drops. The sun made a halo around his body behind him and you could swear you were in heaven.

You hummed when you came, almost singing away your orgasm. It came so soft and smooth, the high was lovely. 

The boy on top of you groaned and smiled brightly, laughing so beautifully when his cum started coming out in hot shots. "God" he laughed even more throwing his head back. "You're insane" he denied seeing the mess of green diamonds, dripping mascara in your face, your sweaty wig letting your hair peek through the cap. "I love it" he whispered kissing your hand with adornment.

"I love it too" you sighed.

a/n: Thanks to @peachypinkygloss for giving me the courage to actually write, lots of love. This two characters have been in my mind and my journal for quiet some time and it's time i give it a try.

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Bound by the Pattern ~ chapter 2 ~ Seokjin

Pairing : Seokjin x reader, future OT7 x reader

AU: the Wheel of Time

Wc: ~2k

Warnings: Death, suicide (thoughts of), depression, heavy angst, smut, threesome, mxm (light), oral f receiving, niple play, p in v, unprotected sex (no condoms in this AU, wrap it up in real life !)

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It's been 3 months since you got bonded to Namjoon and you've been happy ever since. Shared night, romantic dinners at the top of the White Tower with a beautiful view on Tar Valon, training, missions, what can you ask more? Everything was perfect.

But it's not everyone's case. Not for Seokjin, not anymore. For him, it's a nightmare, the worst period of his life. A week ago, his bonded Aes Sedai got killed by the White Cloaks, the sect that believes channelers are evil that need to be eradicated.

And if one thing is sure with the bonds, it's that the Warders aren't supposed to survive their Aes Sedai, never. For a Warder, losing their bonded is like a part of their soul have been torn appart. Like they lost a part of themselves, and it's unbearable.

Seokjin came back to the White Tower a week ago carrying the corpse of his bonded. He then accomplished the ceremony where he burried her and gave her Aes Sedai ring back to the Amyrlin Seat.

But now what should he do? He knows he wasn't supposed to survive her. Now his days feel hollow. He drinks, he trains and that's all. Complete days of alcohol and fights. Days after days. The physical pain helps him forget the mental pain of the lost.

But it's unbearable. He wants to end it, once for all. To make the pain and suffering stop. He can't stay alone like that. That's too hard.

His resolve snaps. He grabs his dagger and head to the Warders pillars on the second floor of the White Tower, where Warders are honored.

He kneels there, facing the sculped pilar telling the story of the first bond between an Aes Sedai and a Warder. The dagger trembles in his hand "i'm sorry, i can't live without you" he whispers, tears running down his cheeks

He takes a deep breath and prepare his blade, the lethal part in his direction.

He remebers all the good moments, laughers, jokes, successful missons, now only memories to be forgotten or remembered.

As he's about to end it, you and Namjoon arrive in the corridor "Jin?"

He freezes, not knowing what to say "Namjoon..."

"were you about to..." You whisper, shocked.

He lowers his head in shame "yes, i feel so bad since she died...i'm at my breaking point"

" it must be hard to lose your Aes Sedai" you say, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder

" it is, i can't live without her"

"you could...get bonded to me" you offer "if you get bonded again, maybe the emptiness and pain will stop. I guess"

"I...I can't. I can't do this to her, it would be like disrespecting her, like i'd change quickly, like she was disposable"

"but she would want you to live, wouldn't she?" Namjoon argue

" how could you know?! You didn't know her like i did!" Seokjin starts getting edgy, his voice raw and full of émotions.

You gently take the dagger from his hand, making sure he doesn't finish what he came here for. Realising you won't let him end his life, Seokjin crumbles in Namjoon's arms. He cries torrents. The pain, the longing, the emptiness...all pours out, like a dam breaking, all the unsaid torments coming out.

You feel bad, very bad. Of course you've heard rumors of how it feels for a Warder to lose his bonded but seeing it for real, seeing the real consequences...it's harder than you thought. Namjoon feels all your emotions through the bond and give you a comforting look and a slight smile.

When his sobs finally stop, Jin bows to you both " thank you, for being there for me"

"you should come with us. The proposition to be bonded to me still stands. If you spend time with us you'll be able to see how it would be so that you can take a decision." You say

Since then, seokjin stays with both of you all the time. He spares with Namjoon for hours, comes for drinks at your favourite inn, watch you meditate on the bond and see your closeness, the trust between you.

Two week later, Jin calls you both to his room in the Warders quarters. He fidget with his hands, his anticipation and stress showing on his usually oh so handsome features " Please have a seat. I took my decision. I think i'll accept to be bonded to you. You're right, she would want to see me happy, not in despair. I've observed you and your bond is pure, a real friendship with unconditionnal trust."

"really? You accept?"

"yes, i do. Me, Seokjin Kim, want to become your second Warder, as the laws of the Green Ajah allow multiple Warders for a single Aes Sedai."

You can feel the confident and resolve coming out of him. "Oh, i didn't think you'd accept this fast."

"I just... can't stand being bondless anymore. I feel so lonely"

"then so be it. Let's get bonded. I'll make the bond myself. We'll welcome you as a part of our group."

you start channeling, using the One Power to weave a complex intermingling, destined to bond Seokjin to you forever as your second Warder and protector. Strings of light swirl in the room and join around your hands.

As soon as the bond is formed, Jin's emotions flow down on you, overwhelming you, you feel his heartbeat in your veins. You take Namjoon's hand for support which he indulge in heartfully, squeezing your hand as if to signify 'i'm here, it's okay, you can lean on me'. You grip his shoudler for support.

" Seokjin ? Is everything okay?"

" yeah, it is...it just feels so strange to feel a bond again, to a different Aes Sedai. Thank you, for saving me. For a moment i was really about to stab this dagger in my own heart...and then you two arrived. You're my saviors. Please don't tell anyone what i was about to do. I don't want to look weak to the other Warders"

Namjoon takes him in his arms " Of course. Welcome in the family! I'm glad you're in this with us now! More of masculine energy! Because with our Aes Sedai it's hard to deal sometimes" he teases

You slap the back of his head playfully.

" let's go to the inn to celebrate, i need at least 5 pints" Jin annouces.

The night end with you three drunk in a bar, you knocked out and carried back to the White Tower on Namjoon's back while he an Jin laugh for little nothings.

Few days later, Seokjin is slowly healing from the loss of his past Aes Sedai. He smiles more and even makes jokes sometimes.

One day he comes to your room in the Aes Sedai aisle to ask you something but when he opens the door he freezes. Here you are, with Namjoon, both naked, Namjoon on top of you.

"omg Seokjin !"

"I didn't see anything !" He says, hidding his eyes, flustered by what he walked in on. He starts closing the door but Namjoon stops him with his words

" wait. Do you want to join ?" He asks confidently

" Namjoon what's wrong with you?!" You say, becoming tomato red, trying to hide your naked body. You hide your face in the pillow. "Why would you ask that to him?"

"why not? He's bonded to us too. It could be fun." He smirks. He then turn back to Jin "join us, i promise you won't regret it."

Seokjin hesitates but end up walking closer to the bed anyway. He sits on the bed next to us. "I...i want to try. I haven't had sex in a very long time"

Namjoon leans in and kiss Seokjin. Even if it starts hesitant, it soon starts getting passionate and messy. When they pull away, it's your turn to kiss Jin. The kiss is slow and comforting. Jin is obviously a good kisser in disguise. When the kiss ends you're panting.

Seokjin then begins removing his Warder uniform piece by piece. First his shift, revealing his toned milky and unmarked chest and abs. You bite your lips " can i touch?"

"sure, go on"

You hesitantly run your fingers down his smooth skin, sending a shiver down his spine and riding goosebumps on his skin. He let's out a small moan that goes straight to your pussy.

Seokjin finishes undressing, revealing his perfect cock

"king size, uh?" Namjoon teases him, making Jin blush

Jin gives few pumps to his dick to finish making it hard and leaking precum from his rosy tip. You bite your lower lip.

Namjoon moves to rest his back against the headboard comfortably, arranging the pillows how he wants. He manhandles you so that your back is against his chest, his arms around your waist. He grips the back of your knees, keeping you open for Jin. "Go on, mate, she's already needy."

Seokjin moves between your legs, his strong hands holding your hips against the mattress so that you can't move. He starts by a tentative lick to your folds by soon gets more confident, diving fully into your pussy, sucking, licking, diving his tongue deep in your quivering hole. He never forgets to flick your clit with the tip of his tongue, focussing totally on it once he slips two fingers in your wet heat. He immediatly finds your g-spot and bully it, making your legs try to clamp around his head but Namjoon keeps his grip on them.

" no sweetheart, be good for jinnie and he'll let you cum" Namjoon whispers sensually in your ear just before kissing your neck and pinching your niples.

The dual sensation of Seokjin's skilled tongue and fingers abusing all your most sensitive spots and Namjoon's kisses on your neck and his stimulation of your niples make you soon a trembling and moaning mess.

"i...i'm about to..."

" i know" Seokjin says with a smirk "i can feel your walls clenching around my fingers"

With a final flick of your clit by Jin's tongue, you fall over the edge, your orgasm crashing over your like a tidal wave. You moan so loudly that namjoon has to clamp a hand on your mouth to silence you. You cum all over Seokjin's mouth and he laps your juices greedily. "You're delicious"

Once you're back from your height, Seokjin crawls up to hover above you. He enters you slowly, making sure his huge length doesn't hurt you. He keeps his eyes on your face to observe any expression of discomfort. "Is it okay? Does it hurt?"

"i'm fine"

He starts moving his hips gently but soon picks up the pace, his size making you feel every vein rubbing deliciously against your walls. He easily finds your g-spot and then keeps the angle, making sure to hit it on every thrust. Your nails dig in his back, leaving red scratches and making him groan.

Namjoon wraps his arm around your waist and his hand goes straight to where your body joins Seokjin to circle your clit.

You reach easily your climax, sending hot white pleasure in your whole body, clenching around Jin and bringing him over the edge with you, his cock pulsing before releasing his hot cum deep in your pussy.

Jin collapses on you, exhausted. He kisses Namjoon over your shoulder before covering your face in pecks.

You three stay like that, in a pile of limbs for about 10 minutes before the two Warders get out of the bed. Seokjin cleans you and Namjoon brings you a cup of water with some fruits. You feel so happy and cared for by your two Warders. You fall asleep before they even come back to bed. When you wake up the next morning, you're sandwiched between their two hot bodies.

They had held you all night.

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