#bts kinky hours

[violetsiren90]

Pairing: dom!Hoseok/sub/brat!f!Reader

Genre: Oneshot; hard smut (eventual fluff 😂); BDSM lifestyle; friends to fwb to?; canon-compliant (idolAU)

Summary: You've been friends with Hobi for years, and he's your comfort zone - but when he gets wind of a dark secret you drunkenly let slip, things between you take a sudden extreme change.

Warnings: 18+ (minors, dni); hardcore BDSM themes/relationships; full consent and safe-words ❤; Hobi is a hard dom; MC is a brat (mostly); dominance and submission; elements of primal play; sexual degradation (deg-play use of the word "b*tch"); mentions of MC's hair and hair pulling; rough physical contact in a sexual context (manhandling); mentions of drinking; kink-outing; Jimin is a menace lol; Hobi in the studio 👀 (The full oneshot will come with more specific warnings - a looooong list lol)

Mood board here! ⛓🖤

Release date: Christmas? 🎄

Author's note: Hey, y'all! I am catapulting out of my comfort zone with this one and, honestly, having the time of my life. I've been in my Hobi era lately and when the concept of dom!Hobi possessed my mind I knew I'd have to write it out or else. 😅😂 I hope to pop this under your trees around Christmas! Hope you enjoy the teaser, and as always, if no one has told you yet today, you are loved and worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜

Also, a big thank you to @orchidyoonkook for beta reading this - you are the real MVP! 💕

If you want to be alerted via the tag list for this when it drops, let me know!

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  "What?" Hoseok's wide grin stretches further as he regards your flustered face with giddy anticipation.

    You groan into your hands, willing the cushions of your friend's leather couch to swallow you like quicksand.

  �� "Fucking Jimin - I'll kill him!" you whine, pressing your fingers to your temples, and keeping your eyes glued to the hardwood of the studio floor.

    The rapper laughs as he swivels his baseball cap to sit backwards on his fluffy brown mop of hair. 

    "Come on! Tell me!" he insists, sprawling back in his rolling chair, the tips of his fingers touching deviously together as he regards you with twinkling eyes. 

    You sneak a glance at him before sighing defeatedly, which only earns another chortle of laughter from across the room.

    Park fucking Jimin. You really were going to kill him. Too many bottles of soju the week prior saw you blacking out at the BTS member's pad, the one he shared with your mutual friend, Jung Hoseok. You woke up the next day, memories of the night before obscure concepts of debauchery merely alluded to by the taste of bile and the dull cranial throb of dehydration. When Jimin rather gleefully handed you, along with an iced americano, one of the booze-fueled revelations you had let slip, you begged and pleaded with him to erase the memory from his brain...or at the very least to take it to his grave. He made no such promises. And now, you are facing the man of the hour - the subject of your divulgement - who had apparently been informed that you harbored certain strong opinions in his regard. Humiliating.

    You flick mildly irritated eyes back up to your friend who waggles his brows in a way that makes you want to crack a smile and sock him at the same time.

    "Before I say anything, I want to know exactly what he told you," you demand, crossing your arms defensively, no cracked smile to be found.

    He rolls his eyes up to the corner of the ceiling in recollection.

    "He just said that you had gotten wasted and admitted something kinky...about me." 

    At the last two words he drops his voice dramatically low and pins you with a grin that is sickeningly predatory. Your pulse begins to hammer and you have to remind yourself that you are, in fact, capable of speech. Fuck, you think to yourself, it's happening. You can feel sweat starting to bead at your hairline. Maybe if you get it out there, just say it aloud, it will lose its power. Maybe the spell will be broken. Maybe he will laugh and you will laugh and you'll order lunch and keep irritating him while he's supposed to be working on a track. You're both adults, right? You whoosh out a breath. 

    Hobi is still looking at you, his bottom lip pushing up and the corners of his mouth tugging down in one of his little inverted smirks while his right leg bounces a little up and down. It is just Hobi, after all, you tell yourself. Just Hobi. You are roundly aware that it may be a lie, but it seems to allow you just enough courage to jump.

    "Okay, okay!" you practically shout, and he giggles and stomps his feet, which admittedly makes revealing this particular chestnut a bit easier.

    "I told him...I said..."

    "What?"

    "Oh, Christ! Fine!" And the rest comes out like water from a fire hose. "One time I came to drop off Jimin's charger and you were in dance practice and you were watching the guys and you had this look on your face - like you were pissed or something - and it was so unlike you and I got turned on and ended up having a fucking wet dream that you were stepping on my mother-fucking pussy, okay?! Are you satisfied now?!"

    You heave a sigh and throw yourself back against the cushions, hands over your face. How you just mustered the courage to form those actual words you haven't even the faintest notion - but it was going to be you or Jimin, and it might as well be you. After your heart has begun to return to its resting rate and you've heaved a few deep breaths you steel yourself against the certain impending onslaught of Hobi's laughter and general mockery...which doesn't come. You peek through your fingers to see that your friend has shifted in his chair, facing a bit away from you toward the inside of the room, leaning forward, his hands gripping the ends of the chair's armrests. His face looks a little troubled, or pensive, you can't tell which. You sit up and really look at him, suddenly worried. Did you just fuck things irrevocably up? That was an incredibly bizarre and intimate thing to admit. Shit.

    "Hobi?" you squeak, barely over a whisper, as you regard him.

    He tilts his head suddenly to look at you, quick like a bird, and when those dark eagle-eyes regard you in return, you feel like a small, helpless creature scurrying across the tundra. Nowhere to hide. A bead of sweat escapes its perch and slips down from your temple. As he utters his question of response, the air suddenly becomes as thick as the tropics.

    "Is that something that you'd want, Y/n? To be treated like that? To be...put in your place? Put down?"

    You don't answer him. You can't. Your words, your breath, your coherent thoughts are stuck, inert, useless as your chest begins to rapidly rise and fall in heavy swells. Your eyes are locked on his face as if by magnetic force. He stands, his baggy Louis Vuitton tee falling over his grey sweats. He shoves his hands in the pockets and takes a step toward where you sit. His posture is relaxed. His gaze is anything but.

    "Is it?"

    You want to say you don't know. That you'd never considered it again. Never once recalled the image of it - of him -  standing over you as the sole of his shoe punished your throbbing sex.

    "Fuck..." you breathe, and when he doesn't take his eyes from your squirming form, you relent. "...y-yeah."

    He takes another step toward you, slowly. He's crowding you now, as he looks down, and the proximity is almost more than you can bare.

    "You see," he remarks musingly, "I thought you were gonna say something funny - something ridiculous," he tilts his head to one side, the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips, "But that's not funny, Y/n. No, that's not funny at all. Because, as it turns out..."

    He leans down, his breath fanning over your face as he speaks. Mint and espresso. You shiver and close your eyes.

    "...that's something I can do."

...what? He can...h-he can....

    "Hoseok..." you whisper shakily, because it's all you can manage.

    You hear him laugh darkly and you don't look at him.

    "Hoseok?" he mimics, "Not, Hobi, huh? Hoseok when you're like this, is it?" 

    "When I'm like...what?" You practically whimper in complaint, eyes still pressed shut as your last line of defense.

    But any manner of defense is in vain as he answers your query, the words dripping from his lips slowly like honey, sickly like venom - 

    "When you're a filthy pathetic little slut."

    A whine escapes you at the complete and utter shock of his words. Suddenly you clamp your thighs together (to provide friction or obscurity to your quickly dampening cunt you are unsure), and that's when he takes your jaw between his fingers and roughly jerks your chin upwards, your eyes fluttering frantically open. 

    "Is this what you want?" he hisses, "For me to have my way with you like a needy whore?" Fuck, is this happening? This is really happening. Your mind reels, but that's alright - it stopped doing the thinking when he got up out of that chair. Something primal in you had taken over, something that's been starving for so long, something that longs to feed.

    You do your best to nod with your chin in his grip. He swallows thickly, his eyes darting to your lips, and then back up to yours. His pupils are blown, his eyes almost wholly black as they trace over your face. Suddenly his hand slips from your chin to the nape of your neck where his hand tangles in your hair and his head drops to the side, his gaze softening.

    "I need you to say it, Y/n, are you sure you want to do this?" he asks, his voice so, so low but without the edge that sends ice through your veins. His voice. He's asking you as someone who cares about you, cares what you want - your friend. Do you want this? No...you don't want it. You need it.

    "Yes - yes, Hobi - I want this," you find yourself stumbling over the words to get them out.

    So quickly and so assured. Have you ever been this certain of anything in your life? His fingers dance against the nape of your neck and you sigh as his eyes travel all over your body. You want to hide. You want to strip down. You want to run and you want him to chase you. You want him to punish you when he catches you. You are sick with want.  

    "A safe word, baby, we need a safe word," he nudges your racing mind back into the current moment with his words.

    You blink, your mind running up against the sudden saccharine pet name (which he has admittedly called you before) as it scrambles for something obvious and yet not ridiculous.     Something simple maybe...a flower...?

    "Foxglove," you say, and he raises his brows with a grin.

    "Foxglove it is," he acquiesces. "So if you ever want me to stop, ever - okay? You say that. Foxglove." 

    You nod.

    "Say it for me," he whispers, you shiver again. Fuck.

    "Foxglove." It's slow and thick leaving your mouth.

    "Good girl," he purrs. Butterflies erupt in your rib-cage and your eyelids flutter. "How hard do you want it?" He asks, "How rough?"

    You scramble to find your voice.

    "Pretty rough, I think," you posit, a bit unsure of what that means.

    He hums in response, his brows knitting in thought. You were going to have to give him something to go on, you could see that.

    "I..." you stammer, "I want you to...to punish me. I want you to...to hurt me a little."

    He raises a brow - looks at you, just stares as if considering. Then suddenly you know what to say.

    "See...I'm not a good girl," you insist tilting your head back a bit haughtily, a bit defiantly. Being a good girl had gotten you butterflies, but that's not what you wanted right now. That's not what every cell of your body was screaming for.

     He's grinning wickedly again - his other hand is slipping out of his pocket and the one in your hair is gripping at the roots.

    "Hm. You're not are you?" he asks, his voice as dark and cold as the Pacific once again.

    "No, Hobi," you whisper. And suddenly your world is tilted on its axis as he tightens his fingers against your scalp and yanks your head back, sending a searing pain shooting through your skin as he stoops to hiss in your ear.

    "That's Hoseok, you pretty little bitch."

    You let out a whimper so needy it's nearly a sob. Your heartbeat is pounding between your legs. He lets go of your hair as roughly as he grabbed it and goes to lock the door and your stomach flips - you are totally and completely at his mercy. It's a little bit terrifying and completely exhilarating. When he comes to loom over you again, you decide just exactly where you stand in all this. You know exactly what you want. You glare up at him. He narrows his eyes.

    "You gonna listen, hm?"

It's not a question, you know it's not - it's a command. But you have one, just one, of your own...

    "Make me."

[sugar-petals]

I've been thinking about this for a bit and wanted to know your thought... How do you think BTS would react to their partner suggesting a threesome with another member? Do you think their reactions would be different depenting on which member was suggested to join?

pov - you want two gorgeous boys to top 💞

💌 word count. 760

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[sub!hobi] might end up wanting to overdo it, going as far as saying "wait, only three?!" in jest, or seriousness, it's hard to tell at first, he’s so mysterious about it. boo is ready to lapdance for not one, not two, but three plus people at once. needless to say, his reaction to your idea is hilarious — but also a bit all over the place, so this needs careful planning. you suggest to just try making out as four with lots of swapping around instead of going full throttle d/s dungeon party right away, which turns out to be a fantastic idea and becomes a regular occurence. like, who knew! like that, you find out you actually prefer a romantic kiss fest over doing a straight up orgy, it’s hysterical though. once it turns sexual, though, hobi is ready to get tied to the bed. ride of his life incoming.

[sub!taehyung] looks thoroughly confused like a pup. he would interpret it as an incoming love triangle where he has to fight for mommy’s attention and weed through a chaos of sexual tension — far from what you had in mind, which was doing something pleasant just because. he sees that you look for excitement, or a bit of snuggle piling with romance, which he wants to deliver “on my own, why not?” instead. you get how taehyung would say he is enough, no additions required, and if there’s one soft sub you’d ever need collared as yours, it would be him. he would have fun, but he also insists he’s loyal to you only, his body and mind belong to you.

[sub!yoongi] is enormously picky with whom to choose to a point where he decides to decline by the end of reasoning it through. picturing it all in his head, figuring out if it has consequences. he’s entertaining the idea in thought, which actually feels sexy to him, too, but doesn’t want to just do the leap of faith. it’s too precarious, too vulnerable. as two, it's more in his comfort zone. he says no offense to the members though, that "they're all cute and handsome" anyway, ain’t he right. you’re not surprised he’s sceptical and at the same time doesn’t mind your ideas, though, yoongi is never happy-go-lucky with what you have together. if this ever went down, he’d want a guy outside the group to join and dominate yoongi together with you, like manhandling 5000.

[sub!jimin] would be open, curious, and the big tease we all know: “want something juicy, huh?” your boyfriend even has very specific wishes how it could go down as soon as you lay out your ideas. out of all people, he wants nothing too acrobatic and brutal, it should be affectionate, fun, and only be spectacular if everyone is comfortable. sees it as an opportunity to expand on his charm and playful sexuality instead, but makes sure your bond emerges strong as ever afterwards, it’s all about the eye contact. probably agrees to having some ribbon bondage performed on him, and a tongue-in-cheek spanking. rimming pun intended, his ass is ready.

[sub!namjoon] is predictable and close to yoongi's reaction: he thinks and thinks and thinks. very carefully. the philosopher at work. “um, hah, no clue” — which member should it be? he wants to please you but he’s also insecure, and just like jin is having ten thousand emotions at once. it’s basically ten thousand thoughts in his case. joon won’t be able to give you a brief answer, stuttering, unsettled, nervous as hell. you realize he might not be experienced and ready enough for this, so it’s best to keep your kinky hours under wraps as always. he feels like keeping it monogamous is more intimate, which you respect. namjoon is ten times more jealous a sub than he looks and vibes like.

[sub!seokjin] goes back and forth on this. he's easy-going, he's doubtful, he's puzzled, he's intrigued. which causes him to ask you if that decision can be postponed for now, his emotions are currently in turmoil. reading him well on your part is the challenge, but you quickly understand jin’s on the fence. you say sorry, but he thanks you for being transparent instead. it’s a bit awkward, but jin gets everything back on track with his humor soon. comes back to you the other week offering to get double topped for a whipping. turns out he made up his mind and just needs a second top. can’t spell genius without jin! he is the true king of threesomes.

[sub!jungkook] is wildly enthusiastic and 99% positive, not bothering with worries, prerequisites, or any envy. the eyes? are sparkling: “i like this idea so much, i love you!” even if he didn't consider doing something poly with you before, he agrees right away. his attitude is similar to jimin’s, actually. it's a fruitful addition to your sex life in his view, and any member is a good pick to him. in fact, jk is the ideal addition to any bangtan threeway, fourway, fiveway, you name it. you'd think a group's leader or the oldest would roll that way, but it's most maknaes who have that magical ability, don’t they. anything goes, down for whatever you could possibly come up with. a maid dress, mouth gags, shibari, every toy on earth.

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[mrs-monaghan]

Do you have a video for the bv4 instance that you guys mentioned where jk had to collect himself?

Hello my dear. Mizgator our queen of analysis talks about it here starting from the 14:12 minute mark. She explains the sexual tension though but doesn't bring up the footsie. So it will be my pleasure 😁😁😁

First of all. Here is JK shamelessly turning on his man. Before we continue there's a few things you have to understand. BTS were on break and Jimin went to Paris and Hawaii while JK stayed in SK. (Yes they saw eo for a few hours for JK's surprise bday but I'm sure it wasn't enough. No way) So they didn't see eo much. And BV 4 started like as soon as Jimin landed. Like he came home the day before and then the next day they were shooting BV4 ep 1. So my guess is, Jikook had not...... well. They had not. Alright? Not for a while anyway. So a simple footsie like that, would have driven anyone crazy. Especially if your sex life is usually off the chain. Which by some of the things we have accidentally witnessed, I think its safe to say Jikook know how to have fun.

JK said yes. He enjoyed having his hands tied during ON 😏😏

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Now I'm not saying these motherfuckers are kinky, but that's exactly what I'm saying 🙈

Okay. So anon this is the sequence. JK's toes are proper digging into his boyfriend's leg. And Jimin can pretend he is not paying attention because he's busy talking, but that man can feel every, single, press of what JK is doing

If you watch the video I linked above JK was proper pressing in on Jimin's leg. There is no way to ignore that.

Then suddenly Jhope asks Jimin;

And that's when JK gets up to leave. He was like; babe, you're on your own 🤣 And Jimin answers while looking at JK who is leaving;

Jhope for some reason keeps probing. 😂😂Note RM has his eyes on JK. This man knows Jikook and knows them very well. He was sus of JK and that's why he's watching him.

Lets keep in mind that indeed this room was actually very hot. SOPE switched seats because it was too hot. So keep in mind that this room is HOT. Okay? It's important.

So after getting the 3rd degree from Hobi as to why he was hot or if he was embarassed, Jimin gives the game away by looking at the Jimcock. Now this, is what let me know the dude was in hornyland.

What are u looking at Jimin? 🧐 what did JK do to you? 🤭🤭 So anyway, the culprit comes back with a whole ass coat on. Remember how we said the room was hot? Yeah.... why does JK have a coat on??

So anon like u mentioned, here is where Jikookers think JK went to the bathroom or outside to cool off/collect himself because he was hard. But I, think JK went to grab this coat so he could cover the Jungkonda. He didn't leave for long and when he came back he worked real hard to keep that place covered. So mans was still h.a.r.d

Moving on swiftly, Jimin pulls a Suga, and refuses to look up during the group toast.

Gee, I wonder why 🤔

So I know Jikook were sharing a room. Now while I believe they cuddled and then went back to their respective beds in the morning for shooting, I dont believe that's where the love making took place. I believe it was in the RV outside. No one was was using it and everyone was inside and they could be as loud as they wanted get all the privacy they needed. It had been a while. Privacy was required 😉

Damn. See why I said this blog aint for underage peeps? Anyway. Jikook is real.

[hongjoongscafe]

Bitch hours

Welcome to the Bitch hours!

Here you can request any kinky “smut slice of life”. Go crazy over the kinks without worrying about being judged. We all are the same here.

Requests: closed until set one requests are complete!

RULES:

You know the basic rule, this is 🔞

Give me an idea of what you want.

I can write polyamorous smut.

Kinks I would NOT do:

R*pe kink

Foot fetish

Scat kink

Piss/golden shower kink

Blood rituals

Klismaphilia

Pe*ophilia

Vomit kink

Necrophilia

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If you have the above-mentioned kinks, no one is judging you, I'm just not comfortable writing them. But if you have the seventh and ninth one, stay away from my blog, you sick fuck.

If you want any kind of specific body shape, do mention it. It is for you, your demand must be accepted.

If you have pronouns other than she/her, do mention them.

If you want to give a name to y/n, mention it.

Do NOT feel shy and ask away any type of kink.

I gotta add this too. Wait for me to complete them. I won’t ignore any request.

Groups:

ATEEZ

BTS

Stray Kids

TAEMIN

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Requests:

ATEEZ

Poly

– Halloween [hwaxreaderxjoong, warning in req]

Seonghwa

– 3 AM [established relationship, size kink, praise kink]

– One more time [face sitting, chubby reader]

– Girls [boob obsession, lactation kink]

Yunho

– The wall [size kink]

– Ma’am [older reader]

San

– Club [spit play, choking]

Mingi

– Pink [plz read the warnings]

BTS

Poly

– Not done yet [jikook, spanking, pussy spanking, unprotected sex, name-calling (slut, whore), daddy kink at its highest]

Seokjin

– Stay [overstimulation, dom!jin]

Namjoon

– Window [voyeurism]

Yoongi

– Tent [impregnation kink]

Hoseok

– Call [cheating, exhibitionism]

– Pups [alpha]

Taehyung

– All over them [boob obsession]

– Sweet mess [fisting]

– Sunset [skinny dipping]

Jungkook

– Baby [breading kink]

– Paint [read the request:')]

– Show [read the request:')]

Stray Kids

Poly

– Kiss [minchan, punishment]

Bang Chan

– Fill you up [somnophilia]

Hyunjin

– Good boy [pussy eating]

[bts-hyperfixation]

Alright Darling, I won't deny that this insert ask is totally about me. It would just be a straight up lie. Headcannon reactions for BTS with a female partner who doesn't have a submissive bone in her body. Now normally this sort of ask is about presuming that BTS is sub or dom as per our request wishes. This, isn't that. How do you think each member would react as per how YOU see them, sub, dom, switch or none of the above? How would each member make a relationship work with a woman who won't kneel or sub, because it just isn't who she is? Do the subs celebrate? Do the switches go with the flow and enjoy themselves when they're in a subby headspace? Are the doms able to put that kink away for love? Do the non-bdsm ones (kink is not just about power exchange bdsm btw) just shrug and not care? How does each member navigate this?🌹

Namjoon: besides enjoying being called sir or daddy I don't think the Dom lifestyle really suits him anyway. And I feel like even someone with no submissive bones can call him sir on his birthday, even if they both laugh from the absolute absurdity of immediately afterwards. He is into other kinky stuff more anyway. Sex outside during picnics, recording sex on old school cameras, and on the lighter side of things... Nylons. (Man loves a good pair of thighs in pretty tights or thigh highs and garters?

Seokjin: If this man was ever going to be a dom it'd be a service Dom anyway. So he's probably not fussed. Although there is a little part of his brain that makes him want to see you kneel, So he is just obnoxiously pleasant to you some days to the point where you have no option other than to give him a blowjob and he requests that you kneel on the floor while he sits on the bed. And because he's such a good boy you do it.

Yoongi: doesn't really strike me as into the whole BDSM scene just as a whole. He enjoys cuddly sex on most occasions. However, when working on a new mixtape and everything is about high adrenaline and loud beats he is in for mutually destructive rough sex at most points. Maybe to a point where he and his partner get so involved in it the partner ends up making him submit for them.

Hoseok: A little bit disappointed to begin with. But I think he comes up with creative ways to get around the issue. He likes to have someone submit to him but he also doesn't mind a fight. Could quite possibly get really into roleplay where it's a situation where he is trying to make them submit but they doesn't actually have to submit. Think roleplay of interrogation where he is a bad cop and they are a very stubborn criminal.

Jimin: fucking elated. How far can he push you? What can he brat about. You better enjoy being a brat tamer though because that is what you're getting. He likes to push back and pretend he's a little dominant. Try to put you in your place just to be put in his as fast as humanly possible.

Taehyung - BDSM is not for him. He doesn't give a s*** about rough sex in any way. I think He is more into body worship so as long as his partner is comfortable with that he is fine. What happily spent hours massaging somebody's feet to unwind himself at the end of a long day. Also get off on people watching him masturbate so I think that plays nicely into the dom feelings that his partner would have.

Jungkook: not into the rough side of BDSM, not a masochist or a sadist fan. But domination is something he probably craves. Like he probably enjoys playing the dominant character every now and again, but I don't believe that it's his baseline. Therefore, I think he would be perfectly happy with an exclusively dominant partner.

New request form opened on Google forms if you have any drabble or one shot requests

If you have any most deletes or small reactions, keep sending them to my ask box

[btssmutficslovingfan01]

Day 14: Orgasm Denial | Until I Say So

Pairing: Jimin x fem!Reader

Genre: Filthy fucking friday

Words: 528

A/N: Happy belated JM day for u kinky ass fucks. I will prob keep cursing you guys out so you don't read....pls don't read this. (JK love y'all keep reblogging and commenting but also at the same time I'm period horny and this ain't helping cause that picture is scrumdillyuptious.)

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“Jimin, Jimin, JIMINNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!” You screamed for your boyfriend to come back. “What, baby, are you okay? Use the safe word if you’re not!” He rushed in at once, coming back to your side. He disappeared to grab some water before. “N-no, I’m a good girl, I can take it,” You sighed. “The vibrator is doing a number on me, can I PLLLEEEEASE cum?” You begged, your body arching every so often you got the urge to climax. You suppressed it.

“No baby, you know the rules. You can’t cum until I say so,” He stroked your hair as a loving dom would, staring into your eyes with that angelic smile of his. “You’re gonna be my good girl, right? I don’t want to punish you for breaking the rules…” He gave you a devious smirk as he raised up the intensity. You fell back, groaning as he had duct taped it to your clit and kept your hands bound behind your back. “Stop fussing, you don’t want me to get the gag, do you?” You fell silent at once, the hums of the vibrator continuing to resound as you struggled not to react.

“N-no sir.” 

“Good girl.” He kissed your forehead, before sitting down on the edge of the bed, watching you for a moment. Before you met Jimin, you struggled with orgasms. You didn’t know your body like you do now, didn’t know what you liked, and you had never cum. Then you had sex with him. It changed your internal chemistry, all of a sudden you could cum within 10 minutes. Before it took you 2 hours touching yourself before you could even get close. Looks like you just needed him to jumpstart that for you. Now you couldn’t live without him. The sex was nothing like you’ve known. Jimin was your Master, and you, his submissive little girlfriend. Well, to the rest of the BTS fandom, you were unknown, but behind closed doors, you were the kinkiest couple known to man.

You’ve done things that would make even Christian Grey flinch in his seat. The bootstraps and whips had nothing on the ball gags and toys. Jimin even had you accustomed to the XL dildo. He was helpful, caring, and always made sure to stay within the lines of your limits. Edging was the first thing you learned how to do, so this time was no different, except he bought a vibrator with a higher range for you, so now you were struggling with this new sense of defeat.

“Okay…come on…you can do it. Just one more minute, sweetheart.” He amped it up to the max speed, setting it against your clit.

“J-Jimin, sir, I can’t hold it any longer, I’m gonna-cum!” You whined, moaning as you tried to resist.

“Cum for me baby, cum in my face, let me taste your delicious pussy juice!” Jimin pressed it towards your sensitive twat, making you shiver as you moaned and came as he rubbed your clit and used the vibrator before diving in, headfirst. Because you couldn’t use your hands you couldn’t hold his hair as he brought you to heaven with his tongue. “Ohhhh, Jimin!”

[bts29bitch]

Warning: super mega kinky

Y/n is BTS's personal slut. They can and do whatever they want with her. One night,while Y/n was sleeping,they went to her room and tied her to the bed. She instantly woke up and looked confused, because it's 2 in the morning. "What are you doing?,, Y/n asked them. Namjoon undressed her and all of them smirked. "Where were you yesterday? We went to your room for a fuck,but you weren't there.,, Jin asked Y/n,but she didn't respond. "Looks like you need a reminder, that you mustn't leave the house! At any cost, unless someone from us is wirh you!,, J-hope said and grabbed her neck. He licked her cheek and she shut down her eyes. "Jungkook,spread her legs to that degree that it hurts!,, Namjoon said and Jungkook smirked. He spreads her legs and she yelled from the pain, making everyone of them laugh. "Don't you think,we have to record it?,, Jimin said. Taehyung went to grab a camera and started recording. Suga pressed his hand on Y/n's clit and pressed it hard, making it hurt for her. She screamed. "Please,please! Stop! Please!,, Y/n screamed,but they only laughed at her. "How pathetic!,, Suga said. "Put your whole wrist in her pussy,Suga.,, Namjoon said and smirked. Y/n's eyes widening. "Wh-,, Before she could say anything,Suga buried his whole wrist in her pussy. She screamed from the unbearable pain. "Care to explain,where were you yesterday?,, Suga asked her. "I-I-It hu-hur-hurts! P-Ple-Please sto-stop!,, Y/n yelled. "Jungkook and Jin. Put your cocks in her asshole.,, Namjoon said. They both undressed themselves and put their cocks in her asshole. Y/n cummed and J-hope slapped her hard. "I'll teach you a lesson,your slut!,, J-hope said. He grabbed Jimin, Taehyung and Namjoon and they put their cocks in her mouth. J-hope thrusted his cock in Y/n's pussy with Suga's wrist. Y/n was crying from the overstimulation. Soon she fainted,but they didn't stopped. Their hard thrusts didn't stopped. Y/n's ass and pussy started to bleed,even tho she wasn't virgin. "Fuck, I'm cumming,, Jungkook said and cum in her asshole. Suga put his cock in her pussy and thrusted hard and fast. Taehyung,Jimin and Namjoon cummed deep in her mouth. "So tight! That little slut! I'll teach her a lesson! She won't fuck with me like that! I'll make her feel this load!,, J-hope said and both,J-hope and Suga cummed in her pussy. Jimin spat out in Y/n's mouth. Taehyung and Jimin cummed in her asshole. They fucked her overstimulation body for 7 hours with a 10 minutes break after an hour passes,so she can wale up and fain again from the overstimulation.

[smutwhore143]

BTS SMUT

I'll post the first few chapters, and you'll get more later

Chapter 1- Just the tip 

You have been a fan of BTS for a long time, and have watched them from debut until now. You finally won a fan meet to meet all of the boys, the day comes up, and boy are you in for a surprise.

You always had a Crush on Namjoon, there’s something about him being a leader and taking charge that adds to it all. He’s a nerd, he’s strong, oh and those hands what those hands could do to your delicate body…

The day of the fan-meet is here, you get dressed up in your favorite ripped jeans, and a purple velvet tank top, your crystal necklace, and flower earrings. You call an Uber to take you to the meet. You are so anxious and have no idea what will happen, but you don’t expect what is going to happen…

All of them are so much more attractive up close, face to face and man do they know how to flirt. You start off with Yoongi- and man he can’t seem to take his eyes off of you, he’s got so many emotions behind those deep, beautiful eyes. You tell him how proud of him you are with how much he’s accomplished and that he’s so close to being your bias wreaker. Next up you see Jimin, and my god does he have the best lips you’ve ever seen, it’s almost impossible to not look at them when he’s taking to you, but you manage to get through it. You make your way through the rest of the boys, and then you get to Namjoon.

You are so nervous, and struggle to keep eye contact with him. He however is not taking it, he uses one of his long fingers, and lifts up your chin forcing eye contact with him. “Y/N, you’re here to talk to me, now look at me.” You become flustered, looking into those deep daring eyes of his, you turn bright red. “Sorry Hyung, you- I-” You struggle to say words staring at his lips and looking back up to his eyes. “Namjoon, you are so amazing and seeing you up close like this, I- I don’t know what to say.” Y/N says. Namjoon giggles and lets go of your face “well at least you got good taste.” he winks. “Now, beautiful, when this meet is over, we are going to meet up. You piqued my interest and I want to get to know you more.” he winks “Don’t worry darling I’ll make sure the staff knows.” Jimin notices and looks between you and Namjoon, and smiles at you leaving you even more flustered. “I- Isn’t that going to be bad for your image? I don’t want you to get in trouble with anyone.. I- what about fellow ARMY? Why…”

Y/n Mumbles out softly. “I have a feeling, it will be worth it.” he winks at her, “ok well your time is up I’ll see you later.

The hours pass, they do a small performance for everyone. Namjoon can’t seem to take his eyes off of you, he looks at you every chance he can, but still manages to look at the rest of the crowd. After the performance everyone starts heading out, and you follow- but thats when a staff member grabs your arm “You have been requested to come back stage.” you nod and then remember what Namjoon said earlier. Oh boy are you in for a surprise.

You follow the staff member, and they lead you to the dressing room. “Ok here we are, be smart and be careful. Namjoon is a gentleman but he can be something else sometimes. Give me your phone, I'll give you my number, reach out if you need anything ok?” you Nod and hand the staff your phone. And Just then Namjoon opens the door “oh good you made it, come on in.” he opens the door further letting you walk in. “So tell me gorgeous- what is your favorite position.” he says the second the door closes behind him, and he locks the door. You become even more flustered “Na- Hyung what do you?” she stutters out as Namjoon walks over to you, eyeing you biting his lip. “You heard me- now enlighten me how you like it.” you cough, shocked that he’s coming on so hard and fast. You had a feeling he was kinky, you could tell by the way he dances, and carries himself. “Well, I don’t think we can do what I really want here- no bed- no restraints…” You say looking at the ground almost embarrassed to explain your fantasies to him. He raises a brow, tilts his head and grabs you by the waist. “Oh my, tell me more, you’ve clearly thought about this, tell me kitten what do you want.” you let out a soft moan from him holding you so close, feeling his strong body so close to yours, pressed up against your breasts. Knowing this is likely to happen you tell him all about your fantasies, him just taking control, loosing himself, touching you everywhere, fucking you against the wall, feeling his sexy hands all over your body, those lips caressing every inch possible… And damn, the way he looked at you while you explained all of that to him nearly made you cum on the spot. “Well kitten, I think we can make that happen.” He leans in lips brushing your ear “but let’s get somewhere a little more private.” he nips your earlobe before pulling away, making you let out a soft moan. “Oh my, someone’s excited.” He calls a staff member to drive you to the hotel that they are all staying at. Seems like this one member knows what’s going on- how many fans has he been with before? You wonder this as you get into the car with him- and my god you are not ready for what’s coming. 

The second you get in the car, he puts up the shield so the driver can’t see what he’s about to do. He forces your legs open, with ease of course, he starts to unzip your pants, you let out a gasp, he looks up at you almost asking permission that he can continue, you nod. The moment you do so he grabs the waist of your pants and forces them down, he sees the look on your face and his eyes are full of lust and he licks his lips staring at you. “Oh my, you are going to be a good little plaything for me tonight, I’m going to ravish every inch of your sexy body.” he moves his fingers slowly down your body, starting at your neck moving down between your breasts, down your tummy and before you know it, they slip right on top of your silky purple panties. “Hmm, purple, what a good little pet you know what daddy likes.” he hums out with his deep voice making you feel electricity spark through your whole body. He begins to slowly move his fingers around your lower regions, teasing you, and loving every minute of it, eventually he starts touching under your panties, and before you know it, one of those damn sexy fingers is inside of you. “Fuck, Namjoon, you have the sexiest hands” You moan out, “oh do I now? Well that’s too bad.” He removes his fingers from inside of you, you let out a small yelp from the sudden emptiness. “Lets see how you taste.” he licks his fingers teasing you more and more with every small movement he makes. “Hmmm so sweet my kitten.” When you arrived at the hotel, Namjoon made sure that you were dressed, and composed. He nods at the driver, and he grabs the back of your arm and guides you inside.

You make it to the hotel room, and to your surprise Jimin is sitting there at the edge of the bed, nearly naked just in his boxers.  You quickly look away “Jimin, my my were you waiting up for us?” he asks. “Oh hyung, I uh- wait what is she doing here?” Jimin says flustered. “Hi- Jimin- I wow your body is insane.” “Oh my kitten, seems like you haven’t only fantasized about me, but too bad you’re only mine tonight, jimin? You can stay and watch if you want, but you don’t get her AT ALL understood?” He nearly demands, Jimin nods and sits in a chair nearby. 

“Well then kitten, what shall we do now? Hmm what can I do to make you purr and make sweet sounds for daddy?” You look up at him and then over to Jimin “I- you- what” you barely manage to say before Namjoon kisses you hard forcing you to sit down on the edge of the bed. “You are mine tonight, and you are going to take every single inch of me understood?” You nod “good now, strip for me nice and slow. I want to see every single inch of skin” you start stripping slowly, you’ve had experience in the bedroom so you do it with ease. Boy is he surprised, you definitely aren’t as shy as you were before, time to turn up the heat. The moment  you finish, you get down on your knees, and grab the waistline off Namjoon’s pants you pull them down, revealing his throbbing hard cock. “Damn kitten, you really are full of surpri-” shocked 

that you took all of him in your mouth immediately. You look up at him and move your head back releasing him from your mouth. “What was that daddy?” you ask. “Oh you bitch, you’ll pay for that.” he grabs you by your wrists pulling you up. Just- what- you- wanted him to do.

You were not ready for what was coming- 

Chapter 2- Night of your life

Next thing you know, he’s on top of you pinning you down on the bed “How fucking dare you!” he yells out and you flinch, a little surprised how angry he got. “I- I” you barely manage to say any words before he kisses you deeply and hard, holding nothing back, squeezing your wrists so hard. He pulls away- “what am I going to do with a little slut like you, teasing me like that.” you look up at him, “I don’t know, why don’t you show me.” He lets out a deep growl “that isn’t the answer I wanted!” he squeezes your wrists harder, making you moan “now, tell me what you want you slut!” he demands “I want you to throw me around a bit, be hard please” you beg out. “Oh my kitten, I suppose I could do that, but first…” He flips you over onto your stomach “good girl now arch your back for me, you do as feel a hard smack, “Fuck” you say. “That’s a  good girl, now spread those legs for me.” you do, and before you can manage to take a breath, , he shoves his hard thick member right inside of you. “Damn baby, you feel so good” Namjoon exclaims, grabbing your hips pulling you closer, allowing him to fill you up. Namoon then grabs a fistfull of your hair forcing your head up “oh that won’t do, I need to hear every sweet sound coming out of that mouth” you let out a moan. “Good girl, that's what I like to hear.” He keeps speaking sweet words to you as he pounds deep inside, bringing you closer to the edge, you are nearly about to cum he pulls out. “Oh my” he lets out a low laugh “I didn’t say you could finish yet.” as soon as he releases his grip on you, you flip around and wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him deeply. He responds exploring every inch of your mouth, your tongues dance around each other, you try to pull away but his strong hands pull you back in. He pushes you down back on the bed, making your legs dangle right over the edge. “This time, when you get close you need to ask daddy for permission ok?” “Yes Daddy Namjoon I’ll ask.” “good girl” he says before swiftly inserting himself into you once more. You both make it a few more rounds before the night ends. He runs you a warm bath, and sits next to the tub, making sure you’re taken care of before he sends you home. “Goodnight darling, but here give me your phone so next time in town we can meet again. I still would love to get to know you.” you hand him your phone and he gives it back. “Goodnight namjoon…” You give him a hug before you leave the hotel. 

There is no way tonight really happened is it? It has to be a dream… You doze off to sleep feeling confused, but so tired too. No way- there’s no way. 

[lavishedinjimin]

hey babe, you said to request 1-2 times so this is my last time. can i please have a dom, jealous jimin w a breeding kink please? thank you ml 🤎

jimin just gives off major breeding kink energy, idk why

tags: dom!jimin, breeding kink, unprotected sex, office fucking

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jimin's eyes had two moods; one moment they are big, round, and full of spirit, but he can change that into the most daunting and sinful look with just the right amount of attitude. and right now, he was showing the latter.

you did absolutely nothing wrong, and he understands that. he just didn't like the fact that your coworker dared to talk about you and your boyfriend's sex life.

"i don't want you speaking to him ever again." ji‌min spits, running his hand through his thick hair as he sits down on your seat. your office was a mess, with unnecessary clutters and unarranged papers all over the place that perfectly defines the atmosphere of the room.

"that's out of my control," you respond as calmly as you can, your hands on your hips as you gawk at him across the wooden desk. "just let him be."

jimin's jaw drop in astonishment from the words you used. "let him be?" he repeats, quirking his eyebrow which was then followed by a scowl, "you want me to solely let him believe that i'm a pussy in bed who can't make you cum?"

"i—no! he doesn't have to know."

jimin abruptly stands and strides around the table to where you are. he traps you with his arms, resting his hands on the table. jimin presses his weight against you, "no, no, baby. i think he needs to hear how wrong he is."

your eyes expand in anticipation, tiny bumps show up on the surface of your skin as he firmly holds your waist. his fingers slowly dance to the hem of your pencil skirt, itching to pull it up. "he needs to hear your hot, pretty moans and let him know how good i'm making you feel as i fuck you on the table."

"baby, the walls are thin," you stutter as his full lips attach to your neck, giving you wet and scattered kisses fervently. you whine as his hand sneaks in front of you, shoving it down your skirt. you were quickly turned on from how determined he was to take you then and there, being aroused from his roughness.

"much better," he groans, pressing his fingers onto your clothed clit while your ass starts to grind, "his office is right beside yours. i'd bet his dick would get hard just from hearing you scream my name." he takes his hand out just to put his fingers in your mouth, ordering you to lubricate them with your spit. at that moment, your legs shake once he was in direct contact with your throbbing clit. jimin starts to rub quick yet solid circles on your bud, making you bite down on your lip to shut yourself up. he didn't like that, of course, so he proceeded to lift your skirt up, bend you over the desk, and finger your pussy from behind with your panties pushed to the side.

you were tight, being so preoccupied with work that you didn't have much time to spend with jimin. and he, on the other hand, was throwing out all the pent-up frustration he had over the past few days on you. "moan all the fuck you want, baby girl," jimin chuckles, "i know you want to. you've been craving to feel something inside that pussy for so long, and you wanna stay quiet?" he delivers a hard, firm spank on your right ass cheek, "let that bitch know who's making you feel good."

"j-jimin," you finally release, hands trying to find a place to grab onto. "fuck my pussy. please fuck me."

jimin's cock twitches at your sudden needy, whimpery voice as you begged. he swiftly unbuttons his pants, pulling his cock out from the restraints of his boxers; he didn't even make an effort to push his pants down.

"i hope you locked your door, y/n," he says before inserting the tip of his cock inside your wet, throbbing hole. you couldn't hold back your squeals for how his girth was stretching your pussy. it has been too long, too fucking long and now it feels like the first time that he'd fuck you.

his cock was immediately coated with your juices in one stroke.

you hoped to fucking god that you locked your door from the way he was making you feel good. his thrusts were deep and hard, making his balls slap against your pussy with each forward buck. jimiin holds your waist and uses forces your hips to move backward to meet his thrusts. he, too, is not afraid to be vocal and allow his moans to be heard.

"do you want me to fill you up?" jimin asks with an airy tone, "hm, baby? let me breed your wet cunt with my cum?"

"yes! yes!" you cry, "please breed my pussy."

you feel his cock throb inside of you. jimin grunts from the mere thought of spilling his cum deep inside you for the first time in a long time, "yeah, you do? then scream my name, baby. tell them who fucks you this good."

and you do so without hesitancy. with each hard and rough pound of his cock, his name automatically falls off of your lips. "fuuuuck, your pussy is made to take my cum, baby. you're gonna walk out of t-this office and look him in the eyes while you have my cum all up inside of you—mmh shit, y-you got that?" jimin declares though having trouble to properly formulate his words due to him already being close to orgasm.

jimin fucks you until he was sure that you'd have trouble walking for the next day until he brings you to the edge. you experience a leg-shaking orgasm, practically seeing stars. your cunt tightens around his cock so hard that it pushes him to his limit as well.

"baby," jimin groans, "i'm gonna cum inside you, baby girl. gonna breed – oh fuck yeah – i'm gonna breed your pussy so good." jimin calls out your name before he eventually fills you up with long, hot streams of cum. he holds your body close to him as you both try to catch your breath. "take it all, sweetheart. i'm going to clean you up with my cum once you get home, alright? so you better keep my cum inside you as long as you fucking can."

[epsilonqandry]

what cracks me up about this particular encounter, is the very TELLING way he waits for that second hit. He doesn't flinch or break position (back straight, chest out, shoulders back, chin up, hands on thighs.. perfect) until AFTER that second slap lands. He knows it's two hits, and he holds position after the first one like the best boy he is.

[kookiessugababy]

I hope he heard (Kim Taehyung) 18+ nsfw!!

Scenario-> upon spending time with the boys after watching their rehearsal for an upcoming show, your secret relationship with Taehyung is strained as his jealousy for the flirtatious nature of others shows.

Warnings 🚨 -> smut// daddy kink// angst// begging// hickies

Hope you enjoy!

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“Taehyung baby i didn’t mean it!” Pleading, clammy hands shook under his stare as you noted his afflicted demeanour, reaching for his cheeks to cup his face. The dingy light cast shadows of doubt upon the floor of the rehearsal room, accentuating his knitted brow and flared nostrils- vexation spilling from the seams of his lips. Standing artlessly across from him as you fumbled with your fingers- silent seconds fleeting as he seemed to ponder amongst his thoughts; veins rose to strain at his neck.

“How fucking dare you let him flirt with you.” Spitting his words in such a prepotent manner, his referral to Namjoons previous (somewhat meaningless) actions let your mouth drop wordlessly, unable to form such an excuse.

The insecurity of such a private relationship was straining Taes trust with the boys- his agitation growing with every visit you made as they continued to toy with you. Unable to even plead your case before he grasped your arm- pushing you to the far wall. Breathless and unsteady, you found yourself staring at your own gaze in the mirrored panelling, your cheek crushed against the cold reflection.

Hungry hands bent your position as you rested against the glass, back arched as Taehyung pulled your hair back to watch the two of you in the reflection. Pleats of your skirt carelessly folded over your thong, naturally exposing your ass as he pushed his hips against your bare skin.

“Who do you belong to, y/n” he lumbered- spiralling flutters through your stomach as his fingers traced the goosebumps of your most intimate places. “You, daddy. I belong to you. Im sorry” Besseching your purity as he pushed himself against your heat- air hitching in your throat at the contact. “Prove it”

Complying to his demand. you cautiously pull yourself from his bearing grip, sinking to your knees as you glance up at his prepossessing visage. A smirk played upon his lips as your nimble fingers tricked at his joggers, discarding them in seconds as his cock pushed against the fabric of his loose grey boxers. His frustration always riled him up in a way you couldn’t explain- his privation obvious in the confinement of the material; his desire to claim you causing your cheeks to heat. In search of approval, you tugged his boxers down to join the heap on the floor- his swollen cock springing towards your face. In reply, fingers scraped back your soft hair as if expecting your calculated movements; allowing you to leave sweet kitten licks on his tip- cleaning up the dripping precum from his arousal. Tae hissed at the contact, pulling his grip tighter- urging your movements as annoyance surged through each teasing touch.

Responding to his dissatisfaction, your lips opened to take in his throbbing member- hand following the path of your salivated tongue as you tenderly stirred his large cock around your mouth. Profanities stung his tongue as you gradually hastened your tantalising pace, rhythmically twisting your small grip around his base, bouncing your head up and down.

Desperate for more contact, his hips circled as he pushed your head further- lungs burning as he relentlessly choked your airways with his impressive size. The warmth of your mouth and streaming eyes caused him to groan at the sight, the feeling of your gagging throat closing around his erection pushing him closer to his high.

Your lips were swollen, pink and sore as you continued to please him- his control now showering above you as he suddenly began thrusting into your mouth. Holding his hands behind your head to stabilise your position, he repeatedly drove himself in and out- your tongue numb as he brushed against it without cease. “Ffuck- baby look at you. Taking my cock so...well in your throat” words were almost inaudible amongst his breathless pants- fucking your face as he watched in delight as you submissed to him. His cock was painfully swollen in your mouth, leaking with hot cum- pulsating slightly at the back of your throat as you choked on his shaft yet again. As you did so, your watering eyes met his own- his load spilling onto your tongue. Tae’s head was thrown back in bliss, jaw accentuated in the light as small beads of sweat escaped the hold of his lashes - dripping down his cheek. Exhausted moans escaping his thoughts as you cooled your raw throat with air; jaw aching and weak. A concoction of saliva and cum spilled down your chin- messing up your features in his wallow. Large hands held below your chin, tilting your face up as his thumb sat on the dripping mess. Rubbing it about your face, a coy look plastered his adoring features.

“Turn around, y/n baby” Tae mumbled as you struggled to pull yourself up, your knees weak from the restraining position of the floor. Repositioning you with his strength, he pushed your front to return, chest pressed against the gleaming mirrors- your mascara now streaming and hair tousled with enmity.

Let them hear your screams for daddy, okay?" His voice was low as he commanded, hands lingering at your thong as he fondled with the soaked fabric. At this point, your clit was swollen and arousal puddles between your thighs-glistening slightly in the low light of the practice hall; your neediness growing with every passing minute. Shuffled echoed in the room as he positioned himself behind you-the cool air warming around your hole as he moved himself closer to your heat. Teasing your folds with his tip, he ran himself lines against your soaking lips- your arousal audible as you whined at his movements. "Beg for my cock, yin" his tone was now serious and stern- your cheeks glowing in embarrassment as you automatically thrusted back as you yearned for more attention. "Please daddy I need you in me. I'm so wet for you please daddy. Fill me up I b-

Devoid of warning, his cock thrusted into you-cutting your pronouncement as your face pushed up to the glass in repetition as you shrieked at the sheer stretch of your tight hole. Tingling slightly under his touch, one hand grasped your hips as he coiled himself into you-burying every inch of his cock into your tightening heat. Sheer sensitivity was a result of feeling him finish in your mouth, unable to handle the asperity of each thrust- his name spilling from your mouth in merciless cries. "Daddy- I.. harder!" You yowled, his remaining hand now adjusting your head to watch the scene in the mirror. Blurred vision barely gave justice to the sight-Taes flushed cheeks and dropped head focusing on every stern movement he made, your breathless figure bouncing with every movement he made. Planting spanks upon your ass, Taes hand raised yet again to mark your pale skin- wincing under each blow. Your stomach tightened as he pushed himself further- toes curling under the overwhelming sensation. Yells volumes your ecstasy as clenching walls made it difficult for him to move- palm prints only spreading along your hips as he struggled through his last few, desperate thrusts. "Cum for daddy, baby" Tae demanded- profanities spilling as you finished around him- mess running down your thighs as his arousal mixed with your own.

Both of you stood breathless in the empty hall-your pants bouncing off the walls in the new found silence, slightly dumbfounded. Eyelids drooping in exhaustion, a hand caressed your sores as a small voice tainted your earlobe. “I love you, y/n” “i love you too tae” your voice dry and throat scratching for words, coaxing a sore reply. “Goodness, I hope he heard”

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3





[yoongsisbae]

Handshakes of a Lifetime - Chapter 5

You snag exclusive fan meet tickets, but as you shake hands with your favorite idols, something strange happens…

BTS soulmate AU. OT7 x Reader / Yoongi x Reader focused in this chapter, slight Jungkook x Reader

Here we gooooo. I have a special place in my heart for Yoongs, I think this might be my favorite handshake yet. Enjoy the craziness!

Warnings: death, blood, guns, stabbing, fighting, bondage, drunk sex, rough sex Yoongi and y/n are just two kinky idiots in love, ANGST so much angst why, let me know if I need to add more I know it’s dark.

Word Count: 10.6k

“So you think if I touched her, it would happen to me too? Is that why-” Taehyung turns to a defeated Jin.

“I don’t know.” He can’t stop thinking about you, his body hurts, his chest hurts.

“I want to try, this is so unfair.” Taehyung whines.

Namjoon sighs, “Well…”

You hear a knocking at the door. Your legs felt numb. How long have you been sitting here? You were too lost in your thoughts, reliving moments that weren’t yours.

“Hello? Unlock the door.”

You know that voice. No way.

You’ve listened to his solo songs on repeat so many times, his deep voice and sharp tongue playing in your ears for hours at times.

For lack of better judgment, you decide to stay silent. You slowly unlock the stall door trying not to make a sound as you tiptoe to the door. You rest your ear against the wood hoping to hear something. You consider maybe it was just another delusion. There is just no way.

“We know you’re in there.” You flinch from the door, the idol’s voice is as clear as day.

“I don’t know what happened, but I didn’t mean to do what you think I did..I-I don’t even know what I-I just want to go home. Please...” You put your palm on the door, a superficial gesture you know won’t make a difference, much like a nod to a person over the phone, and rest your head on the door waiting for his response. There is a long silence.

The weary idol stands in front of the bathroom door. He should have let Namjoon handle it, he thinks, why did he volunteer? When security came to tell them you had locked yourself in the bathroom, it brought up old memories he didn’t like thinking about, it made him want to help you. So before anyone else could, he volunteered to get you. But now he felt inadequately prepared, he should have just let Namjoon handle it.

He gestures to the security to give him some space. He rests his head on the door and sighs, instead of reaching for the door handle he rests his hand above it.

“Can I please come in? Open the door, it will just be me, I promise.” The idol switches to Korean, hoping you understand him. “I just want to talk to you. And then you can leave.” Actually, he doesn’t know if it will be that easy, but at this point he would tell you anything to get you to open the door.

He hears the slow scrape of metal as the lock turns. He gives security one last look to stay back before opening the door. You shuffle back quickly as the door opens and in walks Min Yoongi of BTS.

Yoongi shuts the door and locks it again. You try to give him space, but he advances towards you. So you keep giving him space and he puts his hand up in surrender, like someone would when approaching a scared animal.

“Hello.” He greets you in English. This was a bad idea.

“H-Hello.” You both face each other awkwardly.

This was the last thing you’d ever expect to happen, standing alone in a bathroom with BTS’s Suga. You feel like you’re burning up, you wonder how you haven’t managed to pass out as the rapper watches you in silence.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I freaked out. I’ll just go home, I promise I won’t ever talk about what happened. I-I mean, I don’t know what happened, nothing-“

“It will be okay. Breath.” He speaks in English to you again. “Take a deep breath. Count to ten.”

You’re shaking again. He’s being so nice to you, it makes you want to cry even more.

“C’mon, count.”

You start counting in shaky Korean, glancing over at the rapper who tries to hide a smile at the way you recite the words like a school child taking a test, you finish and feel like laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation, your own lips curving upward as you begin to relax.

“Do you understand me when I speak Korean?” Yoongi says in Korean. You nod.

“Do you understand me when I speak in English?” The rapper nods back. “Most of it, yes,” he confesses.

You stand there awkwardly too scared to speak, gripping the sink counter to steady yourself, your reflections stare back at you in the bathroom mirror. The rapper looks perfect in his button down and styled hair, you on the other hand-

You laugh, “Oh god, I look horrible.” You turn on the sink and splash cold water on your face to get rid of your dried tears.

“No you don’t.” The rapper leans on the counter looking at you, grabbing a paper towel to hand to you. He is making it very hard for you to pretend he’s not there.

You watch him through the mirror’s reflection, “Thank you.” The words barely come out of your mouth. You turn around and lean on the counter beside him, making sure to keep your distance. ‘This is the weirdest night of my life,’ you can’t help but let out a small laugh.

The two of you stand there next to each other in silence for a painfully long time.

Finally, Yoongi lifts his hand palm side up and gives you a sideways glance. “I owe you, don’t I?”

You stare at his hand, study the silver rings around his fingers.

“...A handshake.”

“What?” You can only gawk at him.

“You paid all this money for handshakes from all members...”

That was not what you expected. “It’s okay. You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

You grip the counter tighter, “I don’t want to, really, it’s okay.”

“I insist.” You can hear the frustration in his voice.

“No...It’s okay. I won't hold it against you.”

Yoongi frowns, slowly lowering his hand, feeling stupid. How is he supposed to get you to touch him?

He chews on his bottom lip and sneaks a glance at you again. Against all his instincts, when he realized he had another chance to see you, he took it with no question. You scared him and yet he felt himself gravitating to you. Everything that transpired had given him so many questions, and you were the only answer. “Please, I want to know-I want to know if it’s true.” Yoongi pauses, “I just want to understand why I feel the way I do being around you.”

You realize just how close the rapper stands next to you, your shoulders almost touching, had he moved closer and you didn’t even realize it? Did you?

You glance over at him, he looks so vulnerable and lost, nothing like the intimidating idol who stood in front of you at the fanmeet. He seemed so untouchable, now he’s asking you to do just that. You want to give in, you think it’s the least you can do for him, and then he’ll realize his mistake and let you go home.

You brace yourself and push away from the counter behind you, turning to face the rapper.

“Okay, but you’ll probably regret it,” you whisper, extending your hand.

Yoongi goes to grab your hand but you move yours just out of reach before he has a chance to, “Don’t say I didn't warn you...” Yoongi nods to you. He grabs your hand.

“Can you let go of me already.” You whisper as Yoongi holds you in a death grip.

“Yeah, let’s just blow our entire cover.” Yoongi hisses. This was not how the mission was supposed to go. Yoongi doesn’t do field missions, his talents are long range. Away from people, especially you.

“And can you stop looking at me like that, you’re supposed to be acting like my wife,” he warns lowly in your ear, you think he’s going to dislocate a finger the way he’s squeezing your hand. Yeah right, like you would ever marry a man like Min Yoongi.

You’re annoyed. Annoyed at the man next to you, annoyed they required you to have a male partner at all, like you needed a babysitter to do your job. On top of it all, it had to be him.

The gala you walk into is being held for top diplomats and politicians from all over the world. You let Yoongi pull you through the crowds as you scan the room for your target, a corrupt delegate who has a swath of information that could be useful to the state. You pull on Yoongi’s arm to get his attention, “Your left, 9 o’clock.”

He pulls you closer before you can advance on the target, grabbing your chin to face him instead, to anyone else it would look like a romantic gesture, for you it’s just another tactic Yoongi uses to keep you leashed to him. “We should make sure there aren’t any threats first.”

You’ve never been a woman to accept the cages men tried to confine you to, you have claws and you know how to use them. You lean into Yoongi, you can feel his body stiffen as you press your chest against his. You place a kiss on his cheek, bringing his arms around you until he gives in and grips your body instead, “That’s your job isn’t it, let me do mine,” you give him your best smile, but your eyes show him your true emotions as you glare at him with hatred. And with that, you were able to slip away from Yoongi’s grasp.

You drop your suitcase onto the only bed in your small hotel room. You know you needed the sharp shooter to complete the mission, but why did you have to share a room with him too? And why do they keep assigning Yoongi to you? You’re a top agent, you could easily complete this mission with an amateur, anyone but the smug sniper who is making his way toward you now.

“We need to be on site at 23:00, so go do something while I sleep.” The agent starts unbuttoning his cuff, paying you little attention.

“So I’m not supposed to get any rest?” You cross your arms and frown at the jaded man in front of you, “What the hell am I supposed to do while you’re getting your beauty sleep?”

“Not my problem.” Yoongi is sleep deprived and more irritable than usual. “You slept on the plane ride here, I know because your snoring kept me up the entire flight.”

You feel your face go hot with anger and embarrassment. “Well, I’m not leaving. This is my room too!”

“Do what you want! I don’t care.” the sniper yells. He needs to sleep so he can keep you safe, he thinks, ‘ungrateful brat.’

He moves past you shoving his shoulder into yours. In your anger, you shove him back. He turns around glaring at you, then decides to shove you again, this time with his hands. Yoongi is stubborn, but you’re more stubborn, you push him again, and now you’re in a shoving match with your own partner.

“Will you stop!” he yells, pushing you so hard your back hits the hotel wall.

“You first!” The next time you push your hand into his shoulder Yoongi grabs your wrist and pulls you hand forward, slamming his chest into you and crushing you between his body and the wall.

He glares down at you, his eyes flicker down to your lips.

Why did he do that? ‘Ugh idiot,’ and now you're thinking about his lips, the thoughts make you glance down. ‘Fuck, why did I do that?’ He catches the movement of your eyes.

You stand trapped against his strong frame, you think about elbowing him away, sweeping his feet and knocking him out for daring to test you like this, but you needed him at the top of his game for tonight. You squirm in his grasp while he stares down at you with an unreadable expression.

Eventually, when you feel like the pounding of your pulse might give you a heart attack Yoongi removes himself from you and goes to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. You hear the shower start. ‘Why does it have to be him,’ you wonder, rubbing your temples with your fingers. You decide to go grab some food. There’s a pit in your stomach, it must be hunger you think.

---

You walk the perimeter of the house, leaving the man you coaxed into bringing you into his home asleep in his bed. The sleep sedatives you laced in his drink made sure he wouldn’t bother you while you search his mansion. You had to work quickly and quietly.

“Two guards, headed your way.” Yoongi’s voice comes through in your earpiece, letting you slip into an empty room undetected.

“Clear?”

“Clear.” Yoongi’s deep voice crackles in your ear.

You make your way down the third floor hallway until you reach a large door.

Yoongi watches you through heat sensor binoculars. “There are five guards behind that door, do not engage.”

“I guess I’m getting warmer then.” You remove the knife around your thigh. “Do you have a clear shot on any of them?”

The sniper sees three windows, two blocked almost entirely by a curtain, the last only slightly covered, the situation was not ideal. “Negative. You’ll have to push them to the far open window so I can get a better shot.”

You look at the large windows of the hall you stand in. “Do you have a clear shot on me?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

You smirk, “You ruin your perfect record? Doubt it.”

You knock on the door, ignoring Yoongi hissing in your ear, “So much for the element of surprise.”

“This is not the bathroom!” You stab the first guard in the neck. As he falls, clutching his throat and spluttering for air, you hug your body to the wall. When the next guard runs out you kick the pistol out of his hand. He fights against your advances, he’s strong and trained, but even then one can only take so many stabs to the body. The rest of the men advance on you, two drop, you see the bullet holes in their skulls.

“Thanks-” the last man lunges at you, putting you in a chokehold. He’s tall, he lifts you up and you lose your footing. You swing your knife, blade piercing his arms, but his hold on you stays. You kick in his grasp, your legs make contact with the wall and you both go down.

“I don’t have eyes on you. Get him in my sight!” You’d like to yell at Yoongi that that’s exactly what you were trying to do, but the guard’s hold on your windpipe makes it impossible. You aim your knife for his sides until his grip on you lessens. You roll off of him and start crawling, hoping he falls into your trap. He grabs your leg, you use the momentum to twist your body and kick him in the chest, before he falls on his back, he’s already dead. You can always count on Yoongi to never miss a headshot.

“Like I was saying, thanks.” Your voice is hoarse. Yoongi scoffs in your ear.

As you work to open the safe you’ve located, you hear Yoongi’s voice again, “Get out of there now! Twelve guards headed your way!”

“Just twelve?” You grab the dead mans’ guns and barricade yourself in the room. You pull every curtain you see down and fall to the floor just in time as gunfire fills the room.

Yoongi watches you take the men down one by one. You move in a chaotic dance around the room, there’s a preciseness to your movements, and also a wildness in your actions. You’re like a feral tiger, eating your targets alive. Yoongi’s impressed. The sniper lines up shot after shot, giving you as much cover as he can offer. He tries to keep your bloodshed to a minimum, you set up the pins, he knocks them down.

He is more than happy to deal the final blow. As he adds another tick to his total body count, he hopes you’ll be okay. Physically, he knows you’ll be fine, but mentally, he worries about you. Memories with you after similar missions still haunt him, the quiet anguish that fills you after every big bloodbath. It’s become a ritual to spend nights together after a mission, neither of you able to sleep soundly, you’d often wonder out loud to Yoongi if the dead men had wives or children, ask if it bothered him, ‘destroying families.’ It didn’t, if he’s being honest, they were horrible men and their families were probably better off without them in his eyes, but he knew it bothered you.

So, he doesn’t mind killing for you, it’s not because he cares about you, no, it’s just easier to get through missions that way. He would rather have everyone think you’re a tiger, Yoongi knows the truth.

Yoongi pulls you back, concealing your bodies from the advancing enemies. You look at him questionly. He places a finger to his mouth to keep you quiet. He signs with his hands, ‘two,’ ‘ahead,’ ‘you wait,’ ‘I’ll go around.’ You nod in agreement. You wait, straining your ears to hear signs of struggle. You hear footsteps running towards your direction. You grab the enemy and knock him out before he can make a sound. Yoongi is pulling you away, handing you a black bag you assume is full of data your agency so desperately wanted. You make a quiet getaway, grateful you can hide in the shadows and follow Yoongi to your escape: a boat that can get you to international waters. You stretch and watch the night sky as Yoongi starts the engine. “I didn’t die.” you hum.

“You say that like you’re disappointed.”

You snort, kicking the bag you and Yoongi risked your lives for. You turn to him, “Thank you, comrade, you saved my life.”

Yoongi shuffles uncomfortably, you’re being pleasant and it’s weird. “You’re welcome.”

“We make a good team, hmm?”

You sit on Yoongi’s workbench. In his space. The two of you work in silence as you put together the pieces of your handgun. He cleans the parts of his sniper rifle. He hands you the last piece of your weapon, it’s easier working here with him, his office is quiet. He doesn’t try to make small talk with you, you hate small talk. Your days are not “good.” You’re sick of using your body to lure in your targets, having to do things more than what you’re comfortable with on multiple occasions to complete the mission. But as a female agent, sometimes you think that’s all you're good for, and they would kill you if you tried to leave now. Escaping and living a quiet life without the man who sits next to you, not being able to protect him, you don’t want that either.

You hop off the table, Yoongi had also gotten up from his chair to grab more rags and you collide into each other. He grabs your waist to steady you. You bodies press against one another. You hold your breath. As his strong hands move you to the side, he mutters a sorry.

Yoongi is livid. He is slamming drawers and yanking open cabinet doors as you slowly make your way to sit onto the medical table. The safehouse is empty except for you and him.

“Are you insane or just stupid?” Your partner advances on you hastily, a medical kit in his hands.

You roll your eyes, “It’s just a scratch, I’m fine.” The blood seeping from your side and over your fingers betrays your words.

Yoongi yanks your hand away and grabs the tattered corners of your blood covered shirt and rips it. You try to stay stoic as you sit in front of him in only a bra while Yoongi works to clean and bandage your wound. His actions are so aggressive your body jerks back and forth from his movements. He pulls a bandage particularly tight and you yell, glaring at him. He glares back at you.

“You could have died.” Yoongi says softly. He keeps his eyes trained on your wound, adding the image to the list of reasons on why he doesn’t get close to people.

“And you would have died.”

His hands drop to the medical table as he cages you in. His dark eyes bore into yours, you hate how it makes you feel: vulnerable. “Don’t risk your life for me.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

---

“Tell me how much you want me.” Your partner’s low voice whispers in your ears. You think you’d rather die.

His fingernails scratch your scalp as he grabs a hold of your hair and yanks back, pulling you against his front. Your hip digs painfully into the dresser in front of you, as he pushes his body closer to yours. Your face feels tight, the pain burns your scalp, a reminder that you still can feel something. Everything in your life makes you feel numb, but Yoongi makes you feel alive. You hate how addicted you’ve become to his touches.

“If you don’t say it, you won’t get anything,” he tuts, tightening his hold on your hair and a moan escapes you. He pulls your head back and places soft kisses on the column of your neck.

Yoongi waits, his lips attached to your neck as he grinds his hard erection into your ass until you lose yourself to pleasure, unable to take his teasing any longer.

“I want you.”

“I can’t hear you.”

You grind your teeth, “You’re pushing it.”

Yoongi grabs your breast, “Tell me, kitty.” His rough hands on your body is exactly what you want, makes you drip with arousal, but you’ll never tell him that. Instead, you move your hands behind you and grab at his hard erection.

“I can’t seem to remember what I was going to say, do you?” You run your hand down his length and squeeze, his hold on your hair loosens ever so slightly as his breathing turns shallow.

He’s used to your stubborn nature by now, but this kind of fight is something you’ll never win. Yoongi grabs your wrist and holds your arm in place, twisting your arm in a lock and bending you over the dresser. You struggle against him, as he opens your legs wider with his own. “You know kitty, you’re not invincible. Always ready to start a fight. If you’re not careful, someone might decide to teach you a lesson.”

You can see him out of the corner of your eye. He normally looks so composed, but the way he stares down at you so hungrily, he looks wild, eyes blown wide by lust.

“And is that you?” you laugh, grunting as he pushes down on you, grabbing your other arm and locking it behind your back. The weight of him against your back increases, stealing air from your lungs. His low voice whispers teasingly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, “Do you want it to be me?”

Yoongi stands, watching you struggle against his hold. He knows it would be easy for you to get away from him if you really tried, and the knowledge that you’re submitting to him in your own stubborn way makes his body hot and dick throb. He squeezes your thigh, his thumb rubbing against your center. You’re so wet, your underwear drenched in arousal. He bites back a moan, pressing against your sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing deep circles into you and forcing a whine to escape your lips. He lifts up your skirt, yanking the wet fabric of your underwear down to your thighs. Then his touch becomes slow and teasing. He runs his fingers along your slit, drenching his digits in your essence and bringing them to his mouth. You taste so good, fuck he can’t get enough of you, Yoongi is going to wreck you.

You watch him licking his fingers, the erotic scene making you clench unsatisfyingly around nothing. “Please…” you whisper, the sight of him had broken down your walls.

Yoongi unzips his pants and pulls himself out. He takes no more time, plunging into your heat suddenly. You shudder, it feels so good to have him inside you. He finally lets go of you to grip the flesh of your hips, slamming into you over and over. The force of his thrusts takes your breath away, as your body shifts up and down against the hard surface of his dresser.

With every thrust you feel the tension in your body uncoil, you never want this to end, you’d rather drown in the pleasure he’s giving you then come up for air and deal with the pain of your life. “You feel so good-fuck me harder!” The words leave your lips without thought. You don’t want to feel anything else but his bruising touches, you don’t want to think of anything else but him.

Yoongi grips your shoulder with one hand, moving your body to meet his thrusts as his pace becomes brutal. Your entire body vibrates with pleasure as he manhandles you. You pulse around him as you let go. Yoongi goes faster, using your body to climax, you let yourself moan freely, losing yourself to the pain and pleasure of overstimulation. You can feel him filling you up as he shakes against you.

Your world comes back into focus as you gasp for breath, your body slumped against the desk. “Is that all you’ve got? Hardly a lesson.” Yoongi laughs, wrapping his arms around your middle. He lifts you up and throws you onto the bed. You land with a huff.

---

The silence is deafening as you lay across from your partner. The twin bed in the cheap motel room you share makes it impossible for either of you to have your own space. Neither of you can sleep, and you’re both too tired to complain about the situation, so you stare at each other in the darkness, the neon lights outside your window bathe your faces in soft hues of blue. The cheap sheets scratch your skin, you can feel the hard edges of your gun underneath the old thin hotel pillow, but the soft fabric of Yoongi’s long sleeve shirt feels nice against the back of your hand. You absentmindedly brush your hand against his arm, your fingers play with the baggy material, rolling the fabric between your fingers. Yoongi places his free hand over yours to stop your actions. You’re too tired to question him, nor do you want to break the silence. Yoongi’s features are calm, his hardness is all gone tonight, when he relaxes you think he looks quite soft. Tonight Yoongi doesn’t look like a trained killer at all, his messy hair frames his face and his usual cold eyes radiate warmth. You study each other through half open eyes. Eventually, Yoongi closes his eyes, but doesn’t remove his hand from atop yours. “Go to sleep,” he grunts.

You take a deep breath out. You focus on Yoongi’s steady breathing, trying to keep your heavy eyes open, scared of what you’ll see once you close them, faces of the dead petrified corpses that always reveal themselves against the darkness of your shut eyelids. You study the soft features of your partner instead, able to memorize the details of his face while you’re so close to him. You think of him until sleep takes over.

---

You groan in pain, not ready to open your eyes to the morning light. Your throat is sore and dry, and your entire body aches, especially a certain part of you, the realization snaps you awake. You realize you’re not alone in your bed, you open your blurry eyes to a head of jet black hair. A man sleeps on your naked chest, you can feel his lips against your breast as he quietly snores. You realize his messy locks, the slope of his nose and contours of his muscular arm are all familiar to you, because he’s not a stranger at all. Memories of last night come back to you slowly.

Images of your partner offering you his bourbon, and you gratefully accepting. The pleasant conversation you had together, no arguing or superfluous challenging, just meaningful stories and gentle banter. You remember your partner’s flushed face, the timid smile he tried to hide against his glass, his dark eyes pulling you in. The drunker you became the more you gravitated towards him, until you were pressed up against him, moaning against his lips as his tongue explored your mouth, and you begging him to fuck you. No no no no no.

A wave of mortification and humiliating arousal hits you. You shove your partner off you.

“What the fuck!” Yoongi’s head is pounding, and your punches are not weak. It’s too damn early to be fighting with you already, Yoongi thinks. He pins you down, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He yells, not understanding why you’re here or why you suddenly decided to attack him.

The way his hands pin your wrists brings on another wave of memories that invade your mind and makes your face burn hot with embarrassment. He looks down at you and notices the purple bruises littering your neck and chest, your chest that is absent of a shirt, and your very naked body, against his very naked body. He let’s go of you in his shock. You scoot away from him, pulling the bed sheets up to cover yourself. He stares at you, mouth wide open, trying to place the pieces of last night together. “Oh fuck.”

“This will never happen again.”

His eyes scan your body as his hazy mind replays the events of last night, his face goes red at thoughts of you writhing under him. Yoongi was so desperate to explore your body, make you moan his name. He prays you were too drunk to notice how badly he wanted you. “Never.”

---

You spot three guards in front of the door, ‘a little excessive,’ you think. You grin to yourself as you run through every possible take down you can use against them. They’re big men, and big men always underestimate women.

Yoongi sits patiently, the blindfold doesn’t permit him to see, but he smirks to himself as he hears the sounds of struggle outside.

He hears the door open and close, feet circling him. He struggles against his restraints. Suddenly he feels a weight in his lap. The blindfold is pulled off and he meets your self satisfied face smiling at him.

“Took you long enough.”

You pout. “I should leave you here.”

You press your lips against his. Pulling him close by the hair. He grunts into your mouth. You press yourself down on him, grinding into his hardening length.

Yoongi struggles against his restraints, wanting to pull you closer to him. “Untie me.”

There’s a glint in your eye as you pull away from him. You kiss his neck instead, sucking hard on the sensitive skin behind his ear.

“You’re going to regret not listening to me, kitty.” Yoongi growls.

You laugh against his skin, working to undo his belt. Yoongi groans as you grip his length.

“I thought you were supposed to be rescuing me.”

“I am,” you lick your lips, “but then you had to go and let yourself get tied up.” You hop off his lap and kneel between his legs, Yoongi flexes his arms against the ropes, watching you intently. You bring the head of his shaft to your lips and kiss. The chair shakes as he pulls against his restraints groaning, you give him mercy as you suck him into your mouth, enjoying the way he struggles to keep his composure.

“You’ve had your fun,” he tries to hold in his moans, “you’re going to get yourself captured too because you're such a needy slut for my cock.” He thrusts his hips up, making you choke. It doesn’t deter you, as you press yourself deeper, your nose against his stomach, he shudders and the ropes dig into his wrists as he pulls harder against his restraints.

You pull off of him and look at him with a smirk. “I took care of the guards.” As if you already know Yoongi's next words you say, “I took care of all the guards.” Bringing your mouth around his length again, you suck him hard. You suck him down until you gag, over and over again until you can feel him swell, close to release, and you pull away. If looks could kill, you would have been added to Yoongi’s headcount. You jump to your feet and start cutting away the ropes that bind him.

“I’m untying you only because we are running out of time, not because you asked me to.”

He grunts, thinking of all the ways he’s going to use your body. “Noted.”

When free, Yoongi brings you into a crushing kiss, wrapping his hand around your neck. “Dangerous girl, you deserve to be punished.”

---

You allow yourself to rest against the cold concrete floor, making yourself comfortable in the dirt and grime. Your muscles are sore, and you’re tired. You’re tiredness doesn’t just come from surviving the mission, you’re sick and tired of it all. You were the first to make it to the scheduled rendezvous point, maybe the only one left. You hear footsteps and turn to see your partner jogging towards you, his equipment bag slung over his shoulder, he’s winded, skin covered in dirt from his hasty escape. When he sees you, he runs over to you, his eyes scan over your body but he doesn’t touch you. Your clothes are drenched in blood, but it’s not your own. You look like the walking dead, and you think you deserve to die, you’re a monster.

Yoongi sprawls out next to you, massaging his sore muscles. “If you had let them live your identity would have been compromised.” He knows you had no choice but to kill them. “You did what you had to do to complete the mission.”

“Stop talking, please.” You stare at his dirt covered face, you’re glad he made it out alive, and you wished you hadn’t. Your target had brought his wife and daughter, the agency didn’t warn you, or maybe they knew and didn’t care. You think about the love they must have had, so great he couldn’t be apart from them, and you not only took their lives, but took that love and destroyed it. You knew you were a killer, but you never thought you’d be a villain. You reach for your partner’s hand. He grips you tightly, his fingers are black with dirt, yours are stained with blood. You feel the weight on your chest become even heavier. You wonder if he could ever love you like that, you wonder if you’d just end up destroying that as well.

You lay asleep in Yoongi’s bed. His fingers run along your arm that rests on his chest. During the twilight hours, while you drift off to another world in your slumber, Yoongi allows himself to fully love you. He intertwines his fingers with yours and kisses the soft skin of your wrist, wrapping his arms around your sleeping frame. He let’s himself pretend you’re not in each other's company only for convenience, but because you love him as much as he loves you. He shouldn’t love you, love is too dangerous for people like him, love is a risk too big to take. But until the sun comes up again he gives in to his weaknesses. When you wake, he’ll be strong for you again, he’ll be your shield and protect you from everyone including himself.

---

“So you don’t want to work with me anymore?” You barge into Yoongi’s workspace. He keeps his face emotionless, choosing to ignore you.

So you press on, “I’m with Petrov now, I didn’t request a new partner, so it had to have been you. Why? Answer me!”

Yoongi leans back in his chair and crosses his arms, “You’re overreacting, he’s new, they probably want you to show him how it’s done-”

“Don’t fucking lie to me!”

“There’s a good reason-”

“You’re lying, you’re doing that thing with your hands when you lie!” You yell.

Yoongi shoves his hands in his pockets, his anger getting the better of him, “Fine, maybe I don’t want to be your partner anymore!” You stay silent. “You’re reckless, you never listen to me, you almost died on our last mission. I’m...I’m tired of worrying about you.”

Your chest tightens in pain, his words sting more than any blade or bullet you’ve ever taken. You try to meet his eyes, but he refuses to look at you. ‘Coward,’ you think. You scoff, “Fine...Good...I don’t want to work with you either.” You turn on your heels to leave.

“Wait!” Yoongi stands from his desk and rushes after you. When you refuse to listen, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him. “Please, stop,” he whispers in your ear.

You place your arms over his, let his warmth envelope you. You don’t understand him, he’s holding you like you’re about to break in his arms, but he’d let you go off into a mission without him? How could he do this to you? You thought you were a team, you thought you were...friends. You used to feel safe in his arms, now you just feel betrayal. You bite your lip, your sadness turns into bitterness, your bitterness into anger.

You dig your nails in his arms until he hisses and lets you go. You give your partner one last look before exiting his office, you give him one more chance. If he takes it, you’ll find a way to forgive him, to fix whatever it is that made him angry enough to break the bonds between you. But he stays silent, his silence speaks volumes, “Like you said, you don’t have to worry about me any longer. I'm not your problem anymore.” You slam his door shut.

Yoongi’s body is shaking. He slams his fist against the door. He rests his forehead against the wooden surface and swallows down the growing pressure in his throat, processing everything that just occurred. He made the right choice, this was for your own protection, he wouldn’t allow you to care more about his life than your own, he knows he’s right, so why does he feel so sick?

Your reputation precedes you, the tigresse, a top agent. You pull off impossible missions. Maybe it’s because you just don’t care if you can finish the job or not, you’ll choose the riskiest plays, find yourself in the most dangerous scenarios; you’ll choose the more daring escape route, and because of that people are afraid of you, even in your own agency. No one wants to work with you for too long, and you don’t want them to either, so you finally get what you wanted, to work alone. You’re at the top, all alone, there’s no congratulations in your line of work, no happiness.

Yoongi doesn’t have to worry about anyone anymore, even himself. On missions he used to view his sniper rifle as an extension of himself, now he feels just as cold and hollow as the barrel of his rifle, he’s become an empty killing machine. He can’t sleep at night, he wakes up to nightmares of you dying over and over again. Eventually, when he can’t take it anymore, he convinces his superiors to let him act as your backup without your knowledge, they only allow it because you’ve become too valuable to lose. He still can’t sleep at night, slowly losing his mind in solitude, trapped in a cage of loneliness by his own doing. He becomes a shadow, a ghost, making sure the legacy of their best agent survives.

You search for cover, the bullet holes in your body make every movement slow and painful. The holes in your leg keeps you on the ground. You pull yourself through the sea of dead bodies as bullets fly through the air.

You feel a hand on your shoulder, you start to aim your pistol.

“What are you doing here?” The gunman ignores you as he pulls your bloody body into his arms and runs.

Yoongi watched you from his post get shot, one, two, three times until he couldn’t take it anymore. When he couldn’t protect you from a distance anymore, he left his post, his decision as instantaneous as a traveling bullet.

He hides you and him, holding you close, looking over your wounds. He tries to put pressure on the bullet holes, but there are just so many. “I’m sorry,” he mutters, “I was supposed to protect you.”

You touch his face, you can feel the warmth of his skin against your cold fingers, he’s real. “You’re here.”

Yoongi’s trained ears listen to the gunfire as it becomes louder, a sign he needs to move again. He reloads his assault rifle, heaving you up to your feet. You groan as more blood gushes from your wounds. Yoongi uses his assault rifle to make another path for you and him. Your ex partner drags your body along, hiding again to reload.

“You need to save yourself. I’m not going to make it.” You say as you cough up blood. Yoongi pulls you up again, ignoring your words, refusing to accept he can’t save you. As he runs a stray bullet hits his shoulder and you both go down. Yoongi shoots to where he thinks the bullets came from, but his shoulder makes it difficult for him to aim.

“Stop! You can’t die too!” You aim your pistol at the two men advancing upon you from Yoongi’s blind spot. You manage to shoot one, but your blood loss makes your vision hazy and your aim too wide. The second man’s bullets hit Yoongi’s side. Yoongi adjusts his rifle and takes quick revenge. He doubles over in pain.

You grab his hand, your breathing is too shallow to tell him all the things you want to say. “Save yourself...”

“And leave you again? Never.”

Yoongi holds you until you take your last labored breath, and holds you still, until his own blood loss becomes too much.

---

Yoongi doubles over, crashing into you. You try to hold the rapper up, but you are faring no better, your body shakes in phantom pain. His entire weight is on you, you move against the wall for support as both of you try to catch your breath, his head leans on your shoulder, and he groans in agony. You grip his arms. Should you push him away? But you don’t want to. You want to pull him closer. You grip his arms harder, frozen, your mind and body remembering, remembering everything, and it takes every last bit of your willpower not to react.

Finally, after your breaths have settled, he steadies himself on his feet, still pressed against your frame. He lifts his head, you can feel his breath on the side of your face. He laughs weakly against you, “I don’t regret it.”

“What-“ his eyes pierce through you. You realize he hasn’t moved away from you still, you stare back into the idol’s eyes, it all feels so familiar, too familiar...

His nose brushes against your cheek, you hold your breath at the sensation, it’s so familiar. His lips ghost over yours and when you don’t pull away Yoongi presses his lips firmer onto yours.

You feel electricity in every vein, to the tips of your fingers, to the ends of the hair. Emotions that felt like distant memories scorch through you. Your legs buckle.

Yoongi had only meant to give you a quick kiss, just to see how it would compare to his wild memories, but the feelings that came over him overtook every sense of reason left in him. He deepened the kiss. You pulled him closer to you, it was automatic.

He felt his sanity slipping away with every inhale of your scent, a sprouting desire burst through him, a need everlasting lifetimes, it made him desperate to devour you. He pushes his leg in between yours to hold you steady when he feels you falling against him. You yell against his lips, his touch is too overwhelming and you feel yourself slipping away, you try desperately to stay in the moment, remember who you are to him actually. You push him away to catch your breath. “I shouldn’t have done that. I-“

You both jump at the pounding from the door. “Both of you need to come out now.” His voice is muffled, but you’d recognize the distinctive cadence of the BTS leader anywhere. Yoongi mutters words you don’t understand. You yelp as he grabs your hand, leading you to the door.

Namjoon is greeted by the sight of his bandmate and you looking particularly guilty as you leave the bathroom. The way Yoongi holds your hand does not go unnoticed by the leader.

You walk in between the rappers, security following behind you. You can tell Namjoon is annoyed, the way he glances at the nonexistent space between you and Yoongi and clenches his jaw. What are you supposed to do, not hold Min Yoongi’s hand? The firm hold he has on you is the only thing that’s keeping you from falling apart into an anxious puddle on the floor. So instead you spend the walk mentally screaming at yourself.

Namjoon opens an unmarked door and walks in, Yoongi follows directly behind him, pulling you along. You realize where you are as five more pairs of eyes meet yours.

They are all staring at you. You want to run and hide. You move behind Yoongi instead. He hasn’t let go of your hand, and every man in the room notices it.

Namjoon goes first, “We all need to talk.”

---

“So now do you admit it!” Jimin looks between Yoongi and you with a frown.

“He promised he wouldn’t touch her.” Jungkook whines to Namjoon.

“I didn’t promise. I said I wouldn’t...I changed my mind.”

You listen to the group argue glancing over Yoongi’s shoulder, you make eye contact with Jin. His eyes are still red, like he hasn’t stopped crying. For the first time since he grabbed you, you wanted to let go of Yoongi’s hand. Jin is the first to break away, he turns around, overwhelmed. Your face is still perfectly clear in his mind. Your words replay like whispers in his ear, ‘find me.’

You break away from Yoongi and address everyone.

“Uhh, I don’t know...” you start, “I don’t know how any of this works, or why it’s happening in the first place. But it is happening right? It happened to you too?” You look around at their faces, you look into Jimin’s eyes, “You saw me too, I was with you, you looked different, but deep down, it was you.” Jimin shifts uncomfortably under your eyes, he feels his chest tighten at your words, “and you saw me in her too.” You turn to J-Hope. “Right? Please tell me I’m-” you whisper the last part, “I’m not crazy.”

“You’re not crazy.” Hoseok answers you immediately, looking at you with a guilty expression.

Jungkook is nodding up and down at you rapidly.

“I was with you..” Jin walks over to you, but stops before he gets too close, “It felt so real...I was there with you on the cliff…” his eyes are so sad it makes tears well up in your eyes.

“How is this even possible…” Jimin speaks up, “I just don’t understand.” Jimin looks upset. He doesn’t want to believe any of this, none of it makes sense to him.

You can see the pain in their faces clearly. You feel like you’ve done something horrible. All you wanted to do was meet your idols and thank them for making your life better, but you ended up making their lives worse, and you don’t know how or why.

You rub your eyes before you start crying again, “I’m sorry. I should go home, it’s-" you check your phone screen. “One thirty in the morning?! I should leave!”

You jump as the room fills with protests from the men. They all quickly stop as soon as they start. You all stare at each other.

Namjoon takes charge. “How did you get here? We can have a driver take you home! We have to go to the hotel now, before you go home, we can finish talking there.” There is a finality to his words.

You stand there wide eyed, ‘hotel’?

---

So now you sit alone in the back of a large car with four managers. They have given you forms to fill out. A stack of papers full of NDAs. You felt like you were signing your life away. You wanted to tell them to take you home, but you stayed silent, you didn’t want to cause anymore trouble.

You follow the managers through the hotel into an elevator, to the top floor. They lead you into a massive penthouse and shut the door behind you. Jungkook is already inside waiting for you. He’s still in his fanmeet clothes, the other men were still showering and changing, he couldn’t wait any longer to see you again, for a chance to be with you alone.

You stand in the center of the room, unsure of what to do. Alone with the idol, your nerves skyrocket again.

Jungkook slowly makes his way closer to you. He stands in front of you, mirroring much like the way he stood in front of you at the fanmeet, his arms rock nervously by his sides. He bends down a little bit closer to you, and offers you a lopsided smile. “Hey beautiful.”

You shut your eyes, you can’t bear to look at him, you can’t accept that he just said that to you. His words make you ache inside.

The idol waits and gives you space, feeling shy. You can’t take it, his words throw your thoughts into a whirlwind, you want him back, you want what you had together again. You and the idol are worlds apart, but the Jungkook you had felt when your hands touched, he was your entire world.

“Please.” You beg him, offering your hand to him. You don’t know what you’re asking for, you don’t know what touching him will accomplish. You feel just so alone, exhausted from fighting against everything you’re feeling, Jungkook all but gave you permission to give in.

He smiles at you, places his palm against yours. It feels so good, so warm. He clasps his fingers around yours, reaches for your waist with his other hand and pulls you against him with one fell swoop. You already know why, you wrap your free arm around his neck and hold him to you. You can feel his heart beating wildly against you, you know he must feel yours as well. He rests his forehead on yours. It’s there again, that spark that explodes inside you, threatening to detonate all your sense of reason. Neither of you move, frozen in dance. He begins to hum a tune, a tune that pulls a smile from you-

The door opens and you jump to sit on the edge of the couch, much to Jungkook’s displeasure.

The rest of the group files into the large hotel room, they are all changed into more comfortable clothes. They look clean and refreshed, you realize just how tired and achy your body feels, you want to take a shower too.

Namjoon gives the youngest a hard look, “You didn’t change. You were in here the whole time? After we said we’d speak to her all together. How long were you alone with her? I told you-“

“I arrived only a couple minutes ago, nothing happened.” You interject, feeling the need to defend the youngest member.

Namjoon looks at you surprised. “Your Korean is good.”

You start to feel shy again, “Not really,” you speak in English instead.

“Okay, so let’s figure this out.” Namjoon starts, “Jungkook, do you want to go first?”

“Wait!” Taehyung interjects, “I thought-Joon don’t you want to hold her hand?”

You stiffen. Namjoon goes red, “I-first let’s gather information.”

Taehyung goes to stand. You recoil in your seat. You turn to Namjoon, pleading, “I can’t-I can’t do it again.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Tae-”

“Says you, you already got to touch her-”

“And that’s why I’m telling you not to do it-”

“No one is touching her-”

“Joon, can you please talk some sense into them-”

“Can we please focus-”

“If you get anywhere near her I’m punching you in the face-”

“Can we all just calm down-”

“I’ll punch you in the face-”

“No one is punching anyone!”

“I thought we were supposed to be talking this out, not starting fights-“

“I knew this was a bad idea-”

“How am I supposed to talk it out when I don’t even know what it is-”

They all talk so fast and over each other you can barely understand anything they are saying, but you know it’s not anything good. This is getting nowhere. “I-I’m so tired, I should really go home. I need to shower. Today has been...a long day.”

“You can stay in one of the rooms! We have the whole floor-Ow!” Jimin hits Jungkook in the shoulder.

“I-I need to go to the bathroom.” You feel trapped again. You go to stand and you feel a hand tug on yours, it’s Yoongi. “Take a deep breath. Nothing is going to happen to you, I promise. It’s okay to feel overwhelmed. You should at least rest before we take you home.”

You bite your lip, looking around at the men. Jungkook looks at you with hopeful eyes.

“....Okay.”

“I’ll take her!” Jin, Yoongi, and Jungkook speak in unison. They look between one another. Jin, stands up, “I’ll take her.”

You silently follow him out, hearing the boys start conversing again behind you. You stay behind him as he walks down the hall. Your face heats up again as you stare at the idol’s back. Is this really happening to you? You should leave.

Jin takes a keycard out of his pocket and opens the door, holding it open for you. You walk in, it’s smaller than the other room, still larger than any hotel room you’ve ever been in. Jin picks up the suitcase from the middle of the room.

“I’ll find another room to stay in.” You feel your chest tightening again at his words. “Rest now, y/n, and then we can get to the bottom of this in the morning,” he smiles down at you. His eyes linger on you, about to speak again but he decides it’s better to wait.

You tug at his hoodie as he goes to leave. “I…” you want to tell him not to leave you alone, “I don’t have any clothes to change into.”

“Oh, I can give you some of my clothes!” You bite your lip as you watch Jin set his suitcase on the bed and rummage through his clothes. He pulls out a collection of hoodies, shirts and pants, way too many clothes for one sleeping outfit.

“Thank you…” you walk with him to the door. He lingers there with you.

“This...this is a good thing.” You cock your head to the side, Jin pats your head, “I found you after all.” And with that he leaves you to your thoughts.

---

After showering you feel so much better. You stand in your towel, looking around at the room. 'This must be a dream,' you think. Your hands run over the stack of Jin’s clothes. This stack probably costs more than all the clothes you’ve ever bought in your entire life, you think. You sigh and pull on a shirt and sweatpants, and decide to throw on a hoodie too for good measure. You start to laugh as you look at yourself in the hotel room’s mirror. You’re sure you're going to wake up tomorrow and this will all be a wild dream. You’re about to settle into bed when you hear a knock.

Jungkook stands in the hallway. He stares at you with wide eyes before looking at his feet. “I brought you clothes to wear.”

“Oh,” you look at him shocked.

“I see someone already gave you theirs,” he looks crestfallen.

“Yeah, Jin took care of that.” You pull on the strings of the hoodie in embarrassment.

“Oh well for tomorrow morning, you can wear this.”

You don’t have the heart to tell him Jin gave you enough clothes to cover an entire week. “Thank you. I’ll wear it tomorrow.”

“Okay...good.”

You hold your breath. You want to keep talking to him. “Your English is good, you sound like an American now.”

Jungkook smiles, too shy to meet your eyes. “Thank you.”

“You can speak in Korean too, I understand. I am not that good at speaking it, but I guess now is the best time to practice.” You laugh. Jungkook nods at you, his smile growing wider.

“Goodnight, beautiful.” He winks at you. You feel your heart tighten at his words.

“Jungkook!” He turns back around. “Um, sweet dreams.”

Jungkook looks you over. “Can I?”

“Huh?” He steps closer to you, you stay still. He reaches his arms out and wraps them around you in a hug. His head rests on the top of your head as he holds you close to him. It feels like you remember, his embrace feels the same. You grip onto the material of his long sleeve shirt. He holds you closer. All you can smell and feel is Jungkook.

Jungkook holds you close to him. He doesn’t know how to feel. His heart aches in anguish over the thought of losing you again. He doesn’t want to let you go.

In his arms you feel so safe, you relax against him. A wave of sleepiness crashes over you. Jungkook helps you into bed.

“I’ll come get you in the morning.” He runs his hands over your forehead. The intimate gesture doesn’t go unnoticed by you, but you're too tired to react. Your heart is full. Is this what true love feels like?

---

You stretch in your bed. Your muscles ache, you feel good after a night's rest. You snuggle into your pillow, it’s so fluffy and soft, softer than you’re used to, you pull your covers closer to you. You notice the large sleeves of your hoodie, and your sleepiness drains away. It’s not your bed, and that’s not your hoodie. You sit up, looking around the unfamiliar room, you feel like you’ve been doused with cold water. Everything from the night before comes back to you. You pull the covers over your head, so much for a good morning.

You grab your phone. You have a text message: ‘call me when you get home <3’ and two missed calls. You bury your head into the pillows. You're about to call back when there is a knock at the door.

“One minute!” You change into Jungkook’s clothes, a black long sleeve shirt and black sweatpants. Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you decide to change your pants for one of Jin’s joggers.

“Hey!” You expected Jungkook to greet you, this was not who you expected.

"Hello." The deep voiced singer stands in front of you. You stare back at him. He walks into your room and takes a seat on the bed. You close the door behind you and walk over to Taehyung.

“I’m so sorry about last night! I would have never touched you without your permission. I’m sorry I made you feel uncomfortable, I’m so sorry. I just-I just needed to find out. I have to. I know you’re scared, I’m scared too...Jungkook and I talked last night and he told me what happened, he said it was more than just memories, it’s like...an awakening. I mean, that’s so cool. If we had another life together, wouldn’t you want to know? Please y/n, I feel like I’m going crazy not knowing-“

“Speak slower please, I’m still a beginner!” You laugh.

“Sorry! Please y/n, please. Before the others wake up.”

You sigh, sitting next to him. “I think Jungkook is leaving out very important information...”

You continue, “We not only lived, we died.” You shut your eyes and wrap your arms around you, “I’ve lived and I’ve died 5 times now. It’s horrible, it’s heartbreaking, it’s not something you can just forget.”

Taehyung sits quietly. “Do you regret it?”

You bite your lip. Do you regret it? You feel it still, the warmth of their love for you. The way they loved you, the way you loved them. Would you give that memory up? Even the lingering feelings in your body are stronger than anything you’ve ever felt in your lifetime. Could you let it go now that you know what you’re missing?

Taehyung presses, “Jungkook says he's happy it happened.”

You inhale sharply. You have to make him see. “Jungkook died in my arms. He died after we tried so hard to run away together.” Taehyung eyes widen. “He was murdered...” You shudder, Taehyung stays silent. “Is that the kind of ‘awakening’ you want?”

He raises a hand to his mouth, stroking his chin. “He didn’t tell me about that...” And then he says something that makes your heart stop. “And he still said he's happy it happened, that he doesn't want to forget about you y/n.”

“Please, I want to try, I think it would be worth it, you’ll be worth it.”

‘Why did he have to say that,’ you wince, looking over at the idol. He is beautiful, way out of your league, above you in every way, and he’s looking back at you like his whole world hangs in the balance. How could you reject him now. You groan.

You stand up. You place your palm in front of his face, your fingers splayed out, you can see his wide excited eyes in the gaps between them. You look at him expectantly. Taehyung nods, places his palm to yours, interlocking your fingers together.

---

Uh-oh the boys don’t want to let you go now! I hope you liked this chapter as much as I liked writing it! It’s kind of cool, all the different worlds. I neverrrr thought I’d write an actiony spy enemies to lovers AU ever, trust. I had to get a lot of help with all the specific terminology, like me - guns - what - totally clueless, I just hope I did the story justice.

Hopefully this tides you over for awhile because we have a problem...I don’t remember anything about Tae’s handshake! Cries. I know what’s supposed to happen, but I also have no idea what happens lol. I know movie, but not movie name, if you get what I’m saying. Please bestow some patience on me for the next chapter. Asks are always open, maybe you can give me some inspiration! <3

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Hi :)

I want to begin with something sarcastic or funny but I also think there's no way to sugarcoat the fact that a k-pop fan tried to send Ricin to my irl address... over the wholesome, cerebral (and somewhat kinky) content found on the Tumblr blog belonging to Beautiful Person Peach, and that's one of the things that necessitated a short break from the blog. Turns out, me talking about BTS and k-pop can anger some k-pop fans enough to want to shoot me and my friends in real life and actually try to act on it.

Lol.

We've caught the main perpetrators and the situation's handled, so no need to send my family flowers just yet. :)

A lot has happened (lol), but anyway, BPP is back.

Some of you who reached out are already up to date on the tea, but for everyone else, this post is both a hello and goodbye.

The Hello

I was able to download all my posts/content from BPP before deleting the blog, and since it seems that content was the primary incendiary element for, um, passionate reactions from k-pop fans, I will be reposting many of my old posts just so they remain here for as long as I want them to. If there are particular 'vintage' posts you'd like to see reposted, please send me an ask or DM and I'll repost it. Note I'll be reposting with minimal to no editing.

And (because that elephant sitting in the corner needs a facelift), a quick comment on the 2022 Festa Dinner. I've already talked with many of you about it so I won't repeat all that here. By this point with everything that's happened since June 13th, many of you can judge for yourselves that what we discussed turned out to be true. The only thing I'll repeat for emphasis is that BTS were crystal clear in all they said during the dinner - they prioritized group work while advancing their solo projects at the same time, and now the reverse is happening: prioritizing solo work with proper debuts while advancing group projects at the same time. And their reasons are straight-forward. Yes, that was all it was, and yes that was how the industry reacted, and yes that level of hysteria, fallout and manufactured controversy is how it almost always is for anything related to BTS.

Perhaps the only real change to new BPP is the intent and focus. Old BPP was made on impulse to be "sassy about KM and JM" - there was no intention to 'blog' in any real sense and so having to do that more and more in response to your questions, took me to unexpected places (lol). By contrast, everything about new BPP is intentional. I'm deliberately choosing to come back to Tumblr though many of you suggested and expressed a willingness to pay for access to my posts if it meant better privacy safeguards. Also, on old BPP I was surprised people seemed more interested in my views on Jimin, BTS, K-pop, music in general and fandom behaviour, than what I think about jikook jikooking (what I think on that note is that they are unstoppable). Now on new BPP, I know this is exactly what to expect to receive questions on and I plan to keep this blog as a sort of archive.

The Goodbye

My offline life is already really full, and to be entirely honest, I barely had any time for BPP before. I wasn't spending a lot of time on Tumblr to begin with, and now that COVID is more or less over, work and travel have picked up dramatically for me in the last few months. This means I have less time to spend on Tumblr, and so it might take me longer to respond to your asks and I generally won't be as active on here. Over time, this blog will become dormant.

This is a goodbye that was always going to happen given the fact that COVID is done-ish, my job requires a fair bit of international travel and there's only 24 hours in a day, but also because I noticed a pattern in the asks and theories often proposed here that's made me lose interest.

People approach fandom for a variety of reasons but what I've observed is many of the people here simply want an outlet. A space to say things and have their feelings and thoughts validated. That's coolio but after a point I found it could get a bit boring with people regurgitating the same theories underpinned by the same logical basis as taekookers'. Anybody familiar with my posts by now has an impression of how I view many things, which is that half these issues or topics aren't that serious and it's usually a good idea to have the facts right first. I personally found it amusing to note that many of the argumentative habits we all see and ridicule in taekookers, were being employed by others in theories surrounding Jimin, BTS, and k-pop in general. The same mental leaps and crutches, the same baseless speculation, the same irrational conclusions, and all of them being just needlessly shady lmao. Like there's as much reason to believe BTS bought the 2022 Grammys as there is to think Jungkook secretly filmed a solo GCF on Taehyung that the company has banned him from releasing. Oftentimes these theories have nothing to do with the music or even the facts around the group as we have them, so pointing out these sort of narrative blind spots once or twice can be fun, but seeing it over and over quickly became tedious. And soon I didn't have the time for that anyway. Some asks are honestly thought-provoking (I recall the one about Mitski for example) so if you'd still like to send me good asks, I intend to respond when I can, as well as I can manage.

I will always welcome hot Jimin pics in my inbox so whichever anon got into the habit of sending me those, please keep the good ones coming. 💜

Over the next few weeks and when I find the time, I intend to begin reposting those old asks/posts as I mentioned above, and responding to asks as I receive them. Any reposted asks will be labeled that way, and tagged #repost so you can more easily find them.

**

On a more serious note, thank you to everyone who sent me kind words. I heard some of you were concerned... it's alright and I'm okay. 💜

[bts-hyperfixation]

Yandere blurbs

BTS Reactions/scenarios - His yandere tendancies

Warnings - I don’t believe this reflects BTS in any way. Jealous, Punishments, dubcon

Namjoon

Namjoon needs the world to know who you belong to

even when he's not with you

around the house and your friends you wear a collar that is excused as kinky amongst the company you keep

but since you can't wear that to official events

he has soldered a cuff to your leg

it looks dainty and elegant enough to be an anklet

but there is a tracker in it

you're going nowhere

but why would you want to

Seokjin

Don’t so much as think about looking at another man without expecting punishment

Don't let another man look at you either

because he will regret it

and you don't want to see that happen again

never again

Jin likes to say he's not the jealous type and you laugh nervously every time he says it

but you would never leave him

he is everything you have

he made sure of that

Yoongi

you are his perfect little pet

and pets are supposed to be seen not heard

he keeps you gagged most of the time as you do chores around the house

when you're not busy he expects you to sit at his feet

head resting on his lap

cock in your mouth.

Hoseok

Your ever radiant sunshine

in public

terrifying when you're left alone

but he can be so nice

and he can be so mean

if you do as you're told everything is rainbows and candy

you are his Princess

one toe out of line

and you are strung up to the ceiling as he watches you struggle against the vibrator that has been pressed to your clit for four hours.

Jimin

you need him

you can't exist without him

he can give you everything

he will give you everything

as long as you prove your loyalties

you are his

now and forever

Taehyung

He will ignore you for days at a time

Not his fault you're so forgettable

every time you threatened to leave he laughs in your face

but then he becomes the most attentive loving boyfriend, and you forget again

he plays with you

your body

your emotions

your mind

until you're not really you anymore

Jungkook

Please baby just one more time

tell me you love me

I know that you love me

you have to love me

Masterlist

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Hi Pia :) I recently stumbled into BTS fic, and after hours of watching video content on youtube, I'm addicted and I can't stop looking for more JK centered fics. I don't think I've ever been in a fandom with so much fic already written so I think it'll be difficult to get out of it now. Have you ever read any bts fic?

I have read some! Though mostly through kink searches where I'm not fussy about the fandom, because I tell you something, BTS fic writers be kinky.

Other than that I like some of the music but I've never dived deeply into the fandom or anything, I don't have a bias or anything like that. But I'm glad you found something new and something that's really rich as a fandom and is coming out with new content all the time! That's fantastic! :D

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Bts as mafia series ask

What will they do after kidnapping agent yn who is not willing to give info

What will they do after kidnapping agent y/n who is not willing to give information

Members: all BTS.

Genre: mafia!AU, reaction.

Premise: you are a police agent who was captured by one of the most influential members of the criminal organization you have been investigating for weeks. He's trying to get information out of you through interrogation, but you're not going to give in, no matter what. So he needs to think of a new plan.

TW: a little bit of (V) = Violence, but more of (S) = Safe for reading and (Sg) = Suggestive.

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I don't know if this is exactly how you imagined your request, but I hope you enjoy it. ;)

"Precious information is always worth it."

Namjoon:

You were tied to the chair for a long time, until he came and released you. You immediately thought about the easiest escape route, but the abandoned, damp pavilion in which you were, behind huge boilers, seemed to have no end.

He smiled calmly, standing a few feet in front of you with his arms crossed.

- Agent Y/N. What an honor. - his voice was sympathetic, lulled by a hoarse and low tone - I've been looking for you for a long time. I heard you're trying to get me in trouble.

You laughed bitterly, spitting on the floor to get rid of the taste of the gag that had been in your mouth just minutes before.

- I feel really sorry that I didn't cause more problems, then.

Surprisingly, he laughed back, as if he were in the presence of a rebellious child who he needed to educate.

- You didn't answer the questions my subordinates asked you, did you?

- I will never reveal anything. You can send those dumbasses back and make them punch me more. - you touched your aching jaw with your free hands, without looking away from the one who you knew were the leader of the Organization - I can deal with them easily.

With his arms crossed, he rubbed his expensive shiny shoe on the floor, lifting his index finger.

- Oh, no, no. That was my mistake, caused by a wrong choice of members. Let's say they are not exactly the smartest members of our... company. I'm sorry about that. - he laughed quietly, adjusting his glasses over his nose with the casualness of someone who was shopping at the supermarket.

- So what are you going to do, you bastard? - you grunted, trying to distract him just to have time to think of a good way to get out of there.

He laughed again, a short, somewhat dangerous laugh.

- Courageous. - he murmured, with a sharp gleam in his dark eyes. He stared at you for a long moment before proceeding - Well, violence is almost never the best option. It is always better to treat the guests with whom you want to have a conversation with calm and courtesy. And, of course, without haste.

Feeling a cold shiver down your spine, you stayed still.

- I have all the time in the world, my dear. I can wait until you're ready to start. - with a singing smile that exposed two deep dimples, which now seemed sharply malignant, he turned to the darkness - Ah, and don't even think about running away. If this place already seems big to you, know that it is bigger than you think. And there are some rather interesting obstacles around here.

With one last look over his shoulder, the faint moonlight that came in through the windows reflecting off the lenses of his glasses and preventing you from seeing his eyes, he clicked his tongue.

- But, if you insist on trying to escape... - he pronounced, as if he considered the whole situation a great pleasure, and not a threat - I wish you good luck.

Seokjin:

You were in a small house, surrounded by at least 4 tables full of electronic equipment, computer parts, baubles and dust.

The man seated in front of you, with his chin in one hand, kept his eyebrows raised. By moving your hands tied behind your back, you tried to free yourself from the wheelchair in which you were trapped.

- Stay still. - he murmured, harshly. His expression was divided between apprehension and irritation.

- I am still. It is kind of difficult to make any movement while you are tied to a chair.

Without paying any attention to you, he rolled his eyes.

- I don't know why they thought of me as the right person to fulfill this mission. As if I had nothing more important to do. - his face, beautiful as a carved brilliant, was extremely expressive - And now, to make things worse, you still don't want to collaborate with the interrogation!

You smirked, shaking your head in the middle of the room with brown walls and orange lamps.

- I'm sorry for being a stone in your path. I bet if you let me go, you would be relieved. - your tone was acidic.

Bitting his lower lip, he snapped his fingers. With an impulse from the floor, he slid the wheelchair in which he was sitting to one of the tables, turning on one of the computers.

- Actually, I have a better idea. - he said, his plump lips curving into a smile as his fingers typed quickly, as if he were thinking of a joke that only he understood.

After a few quiet seconds, in which the only noises in the house came from the computer, he turned towards you and rotated the computer screen to your direction, so that you could view it entirely.

- I think you will be the one relieved when you collaborate with my questions. - he murmured, pointing the image on the monitor: the security cameras on the street in front of your family's house, recording everything in real time. It was even possible to spot your mother through the window - It's not that hard to find out certain things on social media, you know? I would recommend you to be more careful from now on.

Your smile died on your face, replaced by an expression of fear.

Yoongi:

The stone basement under the busy bar was a much darker place than it had seemed at first. The endless noise of parties was able to hide the most diverse noises.

The man standing at the door, talking to two others who remained in the shade, seemed completely calm. Which was the total opposite of how you felt.

Trying to shake your body to get rid of the rope wrapped around your entire torso, you groaned. You knew that dozens of bruises would form on your arms because of the effort, but you couldn't stop trying.

Dismissing the two henchmen, the man near the door turned in your direction. Approaching with his hands in his pockets, he stopped a few inches away, bending to reach the height where you were trapped.

- As you didn't want to answer when I asked patiently, I decided to change my approach. - with a slow, almost lazy, gummy smile, he took his hands out of his pockets, revealing a pile of pills.

Knowing what "industry" he was in, you were sure those pills were drugs. Although you were afraid of what might happen, you would never let it show.

- What are you going to do? Forcing me to swallow and kill myself from an overdose? - you almost spat, bending forward in an attempt to hit him with your head.

He laughed, and his laugh was a little choked. He smelled of cigarettes, both in his baggy clothes and on his breath.

- Don't be so hasty. I already said that I am very patient, so I would never force you to take one of them. - he shook the pills in his closed fist, letting them make a noise - I'll let you choose one of them.

Grunting, you turned your head.

- The choice is entirely yours. You may take a sweetie pill, which just makes you more relaxed to answer my questions... - his expression went from amusement to a somber seriousness, while he averted his eyes downwards - or you may take a poisoned one that will kill you. Sadly you don't have the option of not taking any pill.

Smiling again, exposing his gums in a way that made his expression frighteningly youthful, he shrugged.

- I hope you have a good eye for analyzing pills. Or at least a good tolerance.

Hoseok:

He was smiling in your direction for good 3 minutes now. Sitting upright, his knees 5 centimeters away from yours (that were tied to each other), he looked like an experienced dealer wanting to convince you to buy something.

You were already so tired that you felt almost ready to "buy it".

- If you tell me some very simple details of the investigation, I promise you will be released without any injuries. - his face was soft and friendly, and he spoke with such conviction that it was easy to accept.

You were sweaty due to the fact that you had been struggling in that chair for hours on end, trying to break free. That damn apartment seemed to be in the end of the world, because no one on the floors above or below made a sound.

It was time to try something different, to put pride aside. You had full faith in your ability to act.

- Do you... really promise? - you asked, in a weak voice and with an innocent expression, which made apparent the tiredness you were feeling (on purpose, of course).

He broke into a big smile, crowned by his shiny, aligned teeth. He looked cheerful as a child who had just won a candy.

- Of course, my dear. - he replied, lightly touching your hand tied on the arm of the chair. His fingers were warm and soft.

You smiled back "timidly". You would lie masterfully, until you convinced that man to let you go. You knew you were able to do that, because it was a necessity.

- Then... I will collaborate.

Caressing your hand briefly, just before letting go and looking you in the eye, his smile lessened a little.

- Just know that liars are not treated so politely. - he murmured, in a practically humming way - And I always know when someone is trying to deceive me, my sweet. Always.

Suddenly, the touch of his fingers no longer seemed as gentle as before.

Jimin:

The man's eyes seemed to burn in his face, just as the hate burned inside you. He was lying beside a round table, stripped, staring at you through half-closed lids.

- This is kind of kinky, don't you agree? - he asked, breaking the silence, his legs spread in a careless pose as he watched you.

You wanted to scream. You pulled your arms out, listening to the clink of the metal rings and then feeling the physical immobility. Being chained to a cement wall by your wrists and ankles, standing for hours, was far from any pleasurable idea. That was a fucking torment.

- Fuck you, you crazy bastard! - you grunted, your voice hoarse in your scratched throat - If I ever have the opportunity, I swear I'll kill you!

He didn't smile, but something in the curve of his eyes exposed the fact that he was enjoying the scene. In a leap, he rose from his chair, an evil idea igniting in his mind.

- What if that opportunity reveals itself now? Could you kill me? - he purred, approaching cautiously. You didn't know if he was teasing or threatening you, as his body movements were unreadable.

- Chained here? How fair is this clash? It is obvious that you will win. - you spoke through, your head hanging forward. You were an accomplished fighter in the police, but no one with their arms and legs trapped would be able to win a hand-to-hand fight.

- Of course I'm going unchain you. I'll even give you some time to warm up. I like fairness in this type of game. - the way he spoke, with pleasure, showed an insatiable desire for combat. You wanted to punch him.

- How can I be sure that you will not cheat? You are a fucking mafious.

This time, he laughed sharply, putting his hands on his stomach.

- I promise you that our fight will be fair, based only on the skills of each one. Especially because, if I win, my only prize will be to chain you back on this wall right here. - he got close enough to hold the sides of your waist with his hands, more firmly than expected. You forced yourself not to shudder - And while I really appreciate the sight, it is nothing that I haven't already seen.

You thought about attacking him right there, but it was better to wait a little more. Using his hands on your waist as a support, he started to unchain you.

Taehyung:

The boy was standing, his back against one of the only walls of the ruined building. The empty terrain you were on was extensive and the wind was blowing strong, turning all that vastness into a damn desert of grassy ice.

You were standing a few feet away, with nothing to hinder your movements. Still, you couldn't move, as you knew he had confiscated your loaded gun and was now keeping it in his pants pocket, ready in case any attempt was made to escape. You didn't want the same thing that happened to your two coworkers, now two bodies lying on the ground in the woods, to happen to you.

- Will you tell or not? - the man asked, boredom evident on his face. His voice was low, peaceful as a lullaby.

- I won't. - you said, shivering from the wind and nervousness. Nothing mattered now, not even your life: you had vowed to keep the investigation a secret, and that's what you would do. You would die with honor, just like the others.

Arching one of his thick eyebrows, he remained still. His mouth went up in one corner, in a angled smile.

- Ah, too bad.

- Shoot fast, can you? - you shouted back, extremely tired of it. You wanted it to end fast.

- I will not shoot you. You are useful, unlike your unintelligent colleagues who tried to attack me.

You clenched your teeth, the sound of the wind almost deafening your ears.

- What are you going to do then?

Wiping the hair off his forehead, which insisted on sliding in all directions, he waved a hand, turning the loaded revolver in one finger.

- Ah, I decided to let your teammates answer the call that the... deceased agents sent on the radio. They will get here behind this wall, as it is the easiest way to access the terrain. - observing the barrel of the gun and then opening the magazine to see how much ammunition was inside, he continued: - It is always good to practice my shooting from a long distance, just to not lose the practice.

Wide-eyed, the scenario in which your colleagues were killed one by one by shots from a hidden sniper crossed your mind. It was terrible.

- But, if you like your colleagues very much and decide that your willingness to offer information is greater than my intention to play target shooting, it may be that things happen in a much easier way. - he stated.

Jungkook:

He almost never looked up from the ground, and when he did, his eyes kept hidden under the brim of his hat. Not that it was easy to spot anything inside a dark and metallic bunker, in which you could barely move because you were handcuffed to the table fixed on the floor.

After hesitating for a long time, the man with tattoos on his fingers sitting in front of you finally spoke:

- You have to answer. I am here just following orders, and you are delaying my other appointments. - if there was something behind which he could hide, he would probably do it. But not out of fear... it was for another reason.

- I already said I won't tell you anything. You can kill me already, dumb child. - you almost roared, the rage accumulated in hours of silence revolting inside you.

Yes, even though he was partially hidden by the shadows, the fact that he was young was evident. More a shy boy than a silent man.

His eyes widening in shock, he stepped back a few inches. With an increasingly wheezing breath, he got up and walked to a door in the corner of the bunker.

- You're making things more difficult for both of us. - he said, with a dangerous tone.

Opening the hidden door with a single movement of his drawing-covered hand, he revealed a gagged figure, struggling and muttering in a useless way: your partner in the police and best friend, Denyel.

You gasped with fright when his figure became visible, his body covered in sweat. With a sudden tug, the tattooed man dragged your friend over to the chair where he himself had been sitting before, forcing him to settle down.

- With each denied answer, a little bit of his life is gone. - the boy's voice was now expressionless, and his hands moved quickly as he took dozens of knives from the belt under his coat and placed them on the table, with a clang - I can make it drag on for hours, believe me. I know exactly how much "life" to remove until there is no more of it left.

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