#bts rap line smut

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Summary: Your husband has found your behavior to be annoying at best, and he knows exactly how to make sure you’re back in line. Genre: Smut (dom! and mafia!Yoongi x reader) Rating/Warning: Adults Only (Strong language, explicit sexual content including dom-sub roles, anal sex, sex toys, oral sex [f receiving], unprotected sex, light choking, spanking, praise kink, daddy kink, degradation kink, female and male orgasm, brief aftercare.) Word Count: ~ 2.5k

When Yoongi walked into the bedroom, he was happy to see that you obeyed him for the first time that day. You, his beautiful wife, had acted like a brat since that morning. Whiny, demanding, spoiled, calling his office and interrupting meetings. He knew he spoiled you, and in all honesty, he knew he’d continue to do so. Being the wealthiest crime leader in Korea allowed him to. A closet of designer clothes, the best vacations and the most expensive restaurants for your date nights together. But when you acted like a brat, he knew he needed to discipline you properly and remind you of your place. He was your husband, and he demanded respect. 

You were bent over in the center of the bed, with your head resting down in the soft pillows. Your eyes were covered with a silk black blindfold, preventing you from seeing anything. You wore only black lace panties, with your breasts exposed. The panties themselves were a revealing pair of thongs, presenting your body for your husband to use as he liked. You waited patiently, as Yoongi rolled up the white sleeves of his button-up dress shirt. 

“What a fucking slut.” He murmured, walking over with the tap of his shiny black loafers hitting the floor. He caressed the soft skin of your bottom, before grabbing a handful to grope you properly. “You’ve been a real fucking brat today, honey. Did you know that?” 

“Yes, sir.” You mumbled. 

“Louder.” He demanded, earning you a harsh smack on your ass. 

“Yes, sir!” You repeated louder, feeling your skin grow hotter after the hit. 

“That’s better.” Yoongi said, walking away to go to the special drawer of your shared dresser. Your ‘toy box’, he often referred to it. “Speak up when I ask you a question. When you’re bratty, you know I don’t have a choice but to discipline you. What are the rules of your punishment, honey?” 

“Red light means stop. Yellow means we need to take a break. Green means go ahead.” You repeated your previous lessons. 

“Very good.” Yoongi said, kneeling on the bed behind you. “So it seems like you can listen when you want to.” 

Your breathing picked up in anticipation with your husband being so close to you. You hadn’t had disciplinary sex in quite some time, and you knew your husband enjoyed bringing you to your breaking point. Yoongi loved watching you sink deeper into your submissive headspace, as he coaxed all the attitude out of you, leaving you fucked out and compliant. 

“You’ll receive 20 spankings.” Yoongi’s tone sounded nonchalant, teetering on boredom. “You’ll thank me after each one, understood?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Very good.” He nodded, starting off with another soft caress of your skin, before landing down a hard, loud SMACK onto your skin. 

“Thank you, sir.” You cried, feeling your skin sting. 

Another. “Thank you, sir.” Another. “Thank you, sir.” Another. “THANK YOU, SIR.” You sobbed, feeling the hot sting of your skin. 

“Color?” He paused, looking at the bright red marks your ass. 

“Green, sir.” You responded, gripping the sheets. 

“That’s my good girl.” He hummed, continuing his assault on the soft skin of your ass. 

Yoongi grew hard in his slacks, watching as you took each hit. He loved disciplining you, and loved how quickly your body reacted to it. You melted so easily, complying with thanking him, as he could see the wetness growing between your legs. You loved it just as much as he did.

“One more.” He said, placing one more hard hit onto your ass. 

“Thank you, daddy.” You whimpered. 

“You did very well.” Yoongi praised. Your skin was red, glowing with his punishment. “I’m going to remove your panties now.” 

You felt the fabric slide down your thighs, and stopped right where your knees were. Not taken off any more, just enough to allow your husband access to what he needed, and to expose your body to his eyes. 

Then, you felt his fingers and the cold metal of his wedding ring caressing the wetness of your opening. You let out a quiet “ah!” in surprise. 

“Settle down.” Yoongi’s deep voice said. “Be good, hold still, and take what I give you.” 

A finger, at a painfully slow speed, breeched your entrance. Your lips parted in response, but no noise came out. Only deep breaths, feeling him fuck his finger in and out of you. Rough, calloused skin of his hand pleasured you, creating more sensations as he added more digits. 

“Daddy…” You moaned. 

“Daddy?” Yoongi’s smirk was practically audible. “That’s what I like to hear. Is my sweet girl coming back to me?” 

“Daddy, I wanna cum.” You said, ignoring his question. 

“Tsk.” Yoongi responded. “Even after your spankings, you’re still being a brat.” 

He pulled his fingers from your opening, causing you to whine at the loss of contact. You felt so empty without him inside of you. Moments went by without any contact, driving you crazy, until finally, you heard the pop of a bottle cap opening. 

“Brats don’t get their pretty little pussy’s played with.” Yoongi said, shaking his head as though you could see him. “That's for good girls. But you haven’t been a good girl, have you, angel?” 

Just then, something wet and cold on the soft skin of your ass. Metal. Round. A plug. Yoongi found your anal plug in your “toy box”, and slowly began working it into your hole with the help of wet lube. 

“Relax, baby.” Yoongi encouraged, giving your cheeks soft kisses as he slid the the plug in a little deeper. “Open your ass for me…. Good girl. Breathe in, now back out. That's my good girl. Color?” 

“Green, sir.” 

“Good.” He gave your skin a playful nibble, before sliding the plug in completely. You gasped and your toes curled at the stretch. You kept your ass spread for him, knowing it’s better to do so until he says otherwise. “It’s been a while since I’ve chosen to give your ass a good fucking, hasn’t it, honey?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“When you act like a brat, you get fucked like a brat.” Yoongi explained, pushing and pulling on the plug just enough to drive you mad. “You get fucked like a slut. Bent over for me with your legs and ass spread open, giving me your sweet little holes to stick toys in. What a dirty, slutty girl. Already dripping down your legs."

Yoongi’s voice was heavy with arousal, and before he could stop himself, he licked up the soft skin of your thighs. You shuddered at the feeling of his wet tongue, gathering your wetness to taste, and working his way to the source, pressing a soft lick to your pussy. 

“Daddy…” You whimpered. 

Yoongi had reached into his own pants, palming himself to the erotic scene before him. You tasted delicious, and he lapped at your pussy like it was his favorite drink. He sucked, kissed, licked and nibbled different areas of your sex as he saw fit, creating a collage of pleasure on your skin, and you responded accordingly. You gripped the sheets, you curled your toes, you deepened your breathing. Yoongi listened to every last whimper, whine, gasp and moan, drinking it in alongside the sweetness of your pussy. 

“Daddy… Gonna cum for you…” You whimpered, earning a pressured lick to your clit. “Daddy… Fuck…Please don't stop, love your fucking tongue so much…” 

Yoongi knew you were close to the edge by your babbling. He continued his sweet flicks onto your sensitive clit, bringing you closer and closer to a high. But right at your legs began to shake, and your sweet noises became louder… he stopped. An almost evil smirk appeared on his face.

“No!” You cried, feeling so, incredibly frustrated by your stolen orgasm. “Daddy, please! Please, I need to cum.” 

“Brats don’t cum whenever they want to.” Yoongi’s deep voice said as he began fully undressing himself. He wrapped his own hand around his remarkably hard erection, and slowly pumped himself to relieve some of his own ache. “You’re using your polite words now, baby. That’s good. What do sweet girls say when Daddy gives their pussy’s kisses?” 

“Thank you, Daddy.” You said, voice in a clear pout. 

There she is. Yoongi thought.

Yoongi slowly, gently, began to remove the plug from your ass, making you want to cry at yet another place no longer feeling full. 

“Shhhh, I know, baby.” Yoongi reassured you, speaking gently as he knew your bratty behavior was slipping away, making way for your submissive side. “I'll give you what you need, baby. Promise.” 

When you were no longer filled at all, Yoongi took his hard cock that was desperately throbbing, and lined up his red, frustrated tip with your opening, letting it rest on your cheek. 

“Gonna fuck your ass tonight, baby.” He whispered, staring at the way you waited so patiently for him. “Breathe for me, ok?” 

You did so, feeling his cock sink into you. It made you feel so full. Your husband’s length was large and thick, with textured veins that you could feel, no matter where he decided to breech you. As he pushed further, he let out a deep fuck from under his breath. The lube from the plug helped him slide in well, and he could feel every inch of you as he penetrated further. 

“Gonna fuck the brat out of you.” Yoongi growled, his length throbbing against your walls. “Gonna make sure you remember who the fuck you’re talking to.”

“Daddy, please.” You whined, as he began pushing himself in and out of your ass. You weren’t sure what you were begging for, but the feeling of his dick properly taking your ass for the first time in so long was almost overwhelming. 

“Take my cock, baby. Settle down and fucking take it.” He groaned, throwing his head back and gripping your hips tightly to keep your body in place. The sound of his skin slapping against yours echoed across the large mansion bedroom. “Whose pretty fucking hole is this, baby? Hm?” 

“Your hole, Daddy.” 

“Such a good girl. What belongs in this hole?” 

“Your cock.” You squeaked out. 

“That’s right, baby. So fucking smart.” He growled. “But that’s all you need to know, isn’t it baby? I pay for your clothes and shoes, pay the rent and bills, and get rid of anyone who fucking looks at you. All you need to worry about baby, is giving me a pretty little hole to fuck and speaking sweetly.” 

“Daddy, thank you…” You cried, feeling the friction strongly now with every push and pull of his hips. 

“I can tell I’m fucking the brat out of you.” Yoongi chuckled, bucking his hips. “You’re gonna listen, aren’t you baby? Gonna be my good girl?” 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

“All it took was your husband’s cock up your ass to get you to act right.” He tsked, placing another smack to your cheek, causing you to squeal. Yoongi moved your body so that you laid flat on your tummy, allowing him to press deeply into you as he laid on top. His arm snuck between your hips and the mattress, letting his fingers find your clit to play with. Yoongi’s lips were to your ear, so that he could whisper things more closely, and you could feel the warmth of his breath. 

“Ah!” You cried, feeling the soft pressure on your clit, combined with the rough pounding from behind. It made your head spin, the differences of how Yoongi could touch you. 

“Who makes you feel like that, baby?” He whispered in your ear. “Hm? Who makes your pussy that wet?” 

“You, Daddy.” 

“And don’t you ever fucking forget it.” His deep voice growled. “I love to spoil you when you’re listening to me, baby girl. That means letting you make a mess of the bed sheets.” 

He could feel you dripping onto the expensive cotton sheets, driving him crazy. He could hear your deep breaths and whimpers, and feel how close you were to an orgasm. 

“I wanna see you cum.” He finally said, wrapping a hand around your throat gently, just enough to give himself more control. “I know you need to, angel. Let go, and show me what a dirty, messy girl you are.” 

“Ah! FUCK... Love your fucking cock... SHIT...” You shrieked, gripping the sheets. You soaked the bed, crying as you came intensely. Yoongi tenderly peppered kisses to your cheeks, and slowed the harsh pounding to more delicately work you through your orgasm. 

“Good girl.” Yoongi whispered into your ear, pressing more kisses to your face. 

“Thank you for letting me cum, Daddy.” You whispered, a few tears still falling. 

“There’s my girl.” He whispered. “So polite, and so goddamn pretty, cumming so well for me. We’re gonna finish your discipline, ok? But first, give me a kiss.” 

You turned your head so Yoongi could connect your lips to his. As he did, he untied your blindfold, and threw it to the side. His eyes met yours for the first time that session, and as he pulled away, he wiped a tear from your eyes. 

“You’ve been so good tonight.” Yoongi praised, his hips beginning to pick up. “Look at me while I fuck you. Keep your eyes here, I’m gonna cum in your perfect little hole.” 

“Yoongi…” You whimpered, using your husband’s name for the first time that night. 

“Look at me, honey.” He reminded you, keeping his hand on your neck, squeezing gently. “Good girl… Let me see how pretty you look while I cum…” 

With only a few more pushes and pulls of his hips, and a soft kiss to your lips, Yoongi groaned as he emptied himself into you. You could feel his length twitch as he finally released, sighing into the kiss. 

“I love you, honey.” He whispered, deepening the kiss. 

“Love you, too.” You responded. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, angel.” He whispered, brushed a lock of hair from your sweaty face. “Was I too rough with you, honey? Did I really hurt you? Did I say something wrong?” 

You shook your head no, planting a sweet, quick kiss to his lips. 

“I like it. All of it.” You reassure him. Being married to Yoongi meant being used to his dominant side, both in and out of the bedroom. It was a turn on for you, especially when he switches afterwards to treat you so delicately. It was something only you knew about, as you were the only one who knew him so intimately to see it. 

Yoongi, as exhausted as he was, still made sure to bring you to the bathtub and let you soak your sore muscles away while he changed the sheets, giving you both a fresh place to sleep. When you were finished cleaning up, he gave you a shirt from his side of the closet to put on, large enough on your body to act as a nightgown with nothing underneath. 

You settled in to bed, and fell asleep as he took a shower. Yoongi slipped on a clean pair of boxers, and crawled into bed with you, pulling your sleeping figure into his arms. 

“Love you so much angel.” He whispered, before planting a soft kiss to the top of your head. 

[spiceofvy]

BTS Rapline x Reader — Reader never had an orgasm

notes: reader is not a virgin, former partners are mentioned (of both reader and namjoon)

cws: gender neutral reader, mentions of reader being penetrated, mention of oral sex (reader receiving), mention of accidental overstimulation (yoongi), mention of corruption kink (hoseok), namjoon being adorable

Yoongi: He is surprised to hear that but gets that everyone experiences sex differently and has a different amount of experience. Will make you cum with his mouth. He does talk about his tongue technology a lot after all. It will be a slow tease. Secretly he enjoys that no one ever could make you feel this good. That he takes your „Orgasm virginity“, that he gives you something that not even you could give yourself. His mind is playing out all the amazing things he can show you. After you calmed down a bit he asks you if you wanna do it again. Your next orgasm is on his dick. Less slow. Definitely in a position where he can watch how your face moves. See your hazy eyes. This gives him such a rush of power. Will go down on you again after it. Maybe accidentally overstimulates you.

Hoseok: Corruption kink going strong in this one. Even though you're not a virgin, the thought of him giving you your first orgasm (and he knows that he will succeed to make you cum) sends a rush of power through him. Your first orgasm is something most people don‘t really forget, and he will make sure that yours will burn itself into your brain. His mind is running wild with all the things he could do to you. How he could ruin you. Make you addicted to this feeling but he is aware that the full program could be a lot for the first time. So he takes it a bit slower. Makes you cum on his cock. Watches your expression, seeing the exact moment when you get hooked. Feeling just as fuzzy as you do in that moment. Barely lets you come down before he asks if you are ready for your second orgasm with an innocent smile. You awakened a monster. But you can't seem to regret it.

Namjoon: My boy is stressed. He really wants to give you a good experience. Let's you decide how you want to come. Do you want his mouth? His dick? Just his hands on your body? Will probably pull up his former partners' opinions on his skills to help you choose. It‘s not that he is clueless. Actually he is probably the most knowledgeable about the inner workings of an orgasm. But he is a romantic at heart and wants to make your shared firsts as special as possible, and when it's also an overall first for you? His inner perfectionist comes out. He will kiss you every time his mouth isn‘t occupied in any other way. He watches your face closely to make sure you're not uncomfortable. His own pleasure doesn‘t matter, this is all about you. You enjoying this is his priority. Will talk everything through with you afterwards. Wanting your opinion on everything he did. watch him having a whole customer experience survey ready for you to fill out

[veeparkersstuff]

“‘Where you go, I will go. Where you stay, I will stay"-Reid, Serpent and Dove🕊

💙BTS as romantasy characters according to ChatGPT💙

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[bts-trash-blog]

Part 1

[written-in-flowers]

Dying Twice: Thanos x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Thanos / Choi Subong x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, smut

Word Count: 5k

Summary: "The heart no longer races when hearing the music play, tryna pull up. Seems like time has stopped. Oh, that would be my first death I been always afraid of" - BTS "Black Swan"

Or you should be scared to play the games, but what is the point in fear if you've already died once? What else is there?

Tags: k-rapper!reader, angst, mentions of drug use, drug use, mentions of partying, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, dom/sub undertones (if you look closely), slight choking.

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You really landed yourself in a bind this time. As if getting scammed and having to scrape to get by, you sunk low enough to end up here…wherever here was. You still couldn't figure out what kind of place the masked men brought you to. In colors of sickening pink and eye sore yellow, the maze of stairs reminded you of a painting you'd seen. The stairs went up and down and side to side. They went upside-down and sideways. Like with that, you had trouble gauging the path to your destination. Perhaps that didn't matter. You followed the rest of the players through the maze guarded by masked men. They said you'd be playing games for a cash prize. It sounded too good to be true…

But you couldn't pass it up. 

Standing in line to have your photo taken, someone tapped your shoulder. You turned to see a young woman with a short ponytail standing with an excited smile on her face. A pang of dread hit you when you recognized the signs.

“You're B.Kat,” she beamed, getting a better look at your face. “From The Rap Battleground. I've listened to all your songs, and went to your shows! Oh my god, this is so cool! I love your music!”

“Yeah, thanks.” 

“I saw you at The Rap Battleground,” she continued, “When they paired you up with that one rapper.”

“Sik-k,” you said. 

“Yeah, and you burned him so bad,” she laughed. “Oh my god! ‘tell these boys to get back, don't they know I'm fucking S-class’” she repeated, mirroring your gestures. “Ah, this is so sick! I always wondered what happened to you after your last album.”

Everything went downhill, that's what. You'd trusted Nico to manage your money, and instead he embezzled it. You’d given him everything: your heart, your body and soul. The trust the both of you shared went beyond lovers. Hearts beating like one, you swore your souls meshed together the night you met. They’d imprinted and became one form instead of two separate ones. The day you found out what he’d done, your heart physically ached. The threads keeping you together pulled and snapped, the metaphorical red threads falling to the ground. That thread might have never existed to begin with. Nico went to prison but you'd lost everything. All the money you made with your music suddenly disappeared overnight. You tried rebuilding your career, but being a woman in a male dominated industry was rough. Not many producers took you seriously. You’d even been snubbed at Battle, where the judges chose a man over you despite what audiences believed. It didn’t matter how masculine you tried being, you’d never fit in with them. 

“Hey, can I get a picture?” she asked excitedly. “Please?”

“Yeah, me too!” A man nearby overheard and jumped into line with you. “You and Thanos are my favorite rappers. You're both lyrical geniuses.”

“And me!” said another woman, coming over to you. “And can I get your autograph?”

“Um, look, I-”

“-Now, now, everyone. Let's not crowd B.Kat like this.”

You recognized him right away. Long brown hair slicked back from his face, his jacket read ‘124’. Funny, you thought, you were 126. The club manager from Club Pentagon, Namgyu. You remembered the smooth way he'd integrated himself in your inner circle that first night. He'd come bearing drugs and free alcohol that you eagerly accepted. Smooth talking and flirty, you hadn't minded his advances since he’d been before Nico. 

“You can all take a photo with her and Thanos,” he said to the group. 

He gestured over to a man with spiky purple hair. Thanos. A cold sweat went over you seeing him in person. The last time you’d seen him, you both were panting and bottomless in the Battle dressing room. A part of you shivered recalling how his hands felt on your body back then. In that dressing room, he’d pressed on every weak spot as if he’d already known. He’d worked you easily, driving you crazy and nearly begging for him to enter you. When he finally did, it was better than any high you’d ever had before. You sometimes thought he’d been better than Nico. 

“Wassup, Senorita?” he said, and you almost laughed from his cringey opener. “I haven't seen you since Battleground.”

“I've been around,” you lied. 

“Let's take a photo with our fans,” he said to the delight of the group. “A real artist doesn't deny their fans.”

Before you could reject the offer, Thanos and Namgyu pulled you to the camera station next. It reminded you of times that pulled at your broken heart. The fans who used to come to every single show regardless of location; the ones who posted about you on their social media and streamed your music. You didn’t care about the fame they brought, but the acceptance and energy. When you stood behind your microphone, you were home. You could breathe amongst them. Nowadays, you can hardly bear it. Your last album disappointed a lot of people; they said it sounded too manufactured and not like your old sound. You’d gotten a ghostwriter to help you, and that itself was a disaster. The group of followers circled around you for the photo before a masked man stopped you. 

“It's only one photo!” said the first woman told the guard. “You took our phones so we can't take the photos ourselves!”

“Don't you know who they are?” asked the man. “This is B.Kat and Thanos. You know, the rappers?”

“It's not allowed,” the masked soldier said again, crossing his arms in an X symbol. 

The group groaned in disappointment, but Thanos turned to them. “Tell you what. When we get out of here, B.Kat and I will take photos with all of you.”

“Or just with you,” you said. 

“We might even do a friendly rap battle, eh?” he teased you with a nudge. 

“Ooh yeah!” The group cheered, excited by the prospect. 

“I don't think so-”

“-Please step aside,” said the masked man, “And take your individual photos.”

You were the first to obey. However, they weren't done with you. Thanos came up beside you. 

“You know, it’s not cool to snub your fans like that,” he said in matter-of-factly tone. “People will start thinking you’re a snotty person.”

“I don’t have fans anymore,” you replied, not meeting his eyes. 

“You have plenty,” he reasoned, gesturing to the people behind you. “Like, who were those people then? Paid fans?” When you did not answer, he said, “Where’ve you been, B? You haven’t been in the game for a while.”

“I retired.”

He scoffed, “You can’t retire. You’re too young to retire.”

“I did.”

“Why?”

“Just wasn’t feeling it anymore.”  

You missed it. You missed being on stage performing for a crowd of people, just feeding off one another's energy. In the dark rooms and dim lights you could release everything laying inside you. You could be another person. But, then it stopped. The music that used to flow out of you felt stuck and dry. It no longer brought the same excitement as before. Every time you thought about stepping on stage, shame came and drove you away. You sat in your room for ages trying to write lyrics or music, but it didn’t happen. The worst thing that could happen did happen: you’d lost your passion. 

“That's a shame,” he said. “I liked your music. I enjoy your flow better. You have a lot of control, so you're precise but still spitting like crazy. Like,” he chuckled, “‘This ain’t a movie, wake up. You’ve lost your sense of reality. Fall away far from here.’ It flows so well. I hoped to hear more after that album of yours.”

You didn’t want to talk about your album. Nico’s betrayal hurt enough without adding your stupid decision to it. “Thanks.”

You all walked into an open roof room. Nothing in it but sand and a large animatronic doll at the end of the room. A female voice explained the rules as Red Light, Green Light. 

“We're playing Red Light, Green Light?” Thanos scoffed when it was announced. “This will be a cake walk.”

“I don’t think so,” you said, eyeing the doll at the end by the tree. An ominous feeling crept inside your bones, stiffening them as you walked. 

“Why?”

“That’s too easy. There must be a catch.” You searched the room for the answer, but you saw nothing unusual. “They wouldn’t give a bunch of broke people a chance at money without there being some challenge to this.”

“You’re being paranoid.”

“Maybe.”

You felt him stand closer to you. “Don’t worry, B,” he said, winking, “I’ll protect you.”

You somehow doubted that. When the game finally started, your suspicions were proven right. A man-Player 456-told you that the doll was a motion detector and if you moved, they’d shoot you. Nobody believed him the first time, scoffing and laughing at him. 

“He’s like my old man when he comes home drunk,” Thanos said with a smirk, “Just spitting nonsense.” 

“He’s not drunk.”

“What do you mean? Look at him.” 

When the doll called out a second and third time, the true catch was revealed. Bullets came flying from different directions, piercing through people that moved even a smidge. Hot blood sprayed on your face as the man in front of you got a bullet to the head. You could taste the droplets near your mouth, and the stench of blood stuck to your nostrils. Staring down, you realized you’d never seen a dead body before. Not even at a funeral. The man, pot-bellied and bald, laid lifeless at your feet. When it came time to move, you stepped around him and kept going until you reached the end. More people around you and Thanos dropped to the ground. You turned to see your own horror mirrored in his eyes. 

The game ended, and you stared at the field of bodies left on the ground. You wondered what you’d gotten yourself into for real. This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t real. It’s a nightmare that you’d wake up from any second. Yet, as you walked on shaky legs back to the dorm, the blood you wiped from your face made everything real. Nobody spoke as you entered the dorm. You walked right to your bunk in the far corner, visions of the dead still clouding your mind. How could they do that? They’d shot those people so easily. What kind of person came up with “games” like this?

“This shit is crazy, man.” Thanos took the bed beside yours, shocked and confused. “What the fuck is going on?”

“I don’t know,” you replied, hugging your sides. “I…Those people…It’s…”

Neither of you spoke for a while. You saw the same horrified expressions on the other players. It was the small click that broke you from your thoughts. Thanos had retrieved a large cross from under his shirt and opened it to reveal several different colored pills. Nico used to have a vial of cocaine he kept on him at all times. He always shared it with you. He said he’d do it with nobody else. You wonder now how true that was. 

“Want one?” Thanos offered the cross to you, chewing down on one of them. “It’s crazy good, man. Like nothing I’ve done before.” 

“No, thanks.”

“Come on, I know you pop too. We did it together that night.”

“No.” 

He closed the cross, and finished chewing. “Your last album was shit,” he said out of nowhere, still watching the rest of the group. “Who wrote the music? Nico?”

No point denying it. “This guy named Huey.”

“You used to write your own verses. I saw you doing it during Battleground. What happened?”

“It stopped coming to me.”

“You thought getting a ghostwriter would make it easier?” 

“I needed to make money.

“And lose all your cred in the process?”

“I didn’t think the difference would be that noticeable.”

“Psh, well, it fucking was. Everybody was talking about it. They said you’d finally sold out.”

“I know what they were saying.”

“People already thought a girl rapper was a joke,” he said, “And right when you were showing people you were the real deal, you-”

“-Keep talking and I’ll shove that cross down your fucking throat,” you snapped. “I already know all that. You think I don’t know it? I’ve known since before Battleground when they picked that clown J.D. over me. I heard the shit those fuckers said behind my back: that they thought I was somebody’s girlfriend when they saw me and how I’d make a better groupie than a rapper. I don’t need a pill popper telling me how I fucked up my career. My boyfriend taking my money is already embarrassing enough.” 

“Nico took your money?” This made him turn his head. 

“Yeah.”

“Damn,” he huffed. “That’s ten times more fucked up. At least the guy who scammed me didn’t know me.” 

“Who scammed you?”

“MG Coin,” he scowled, “He told us to invest in this coin and we’d be billionaires. Then the guys who made the coin took all of the money and ran.” He stared into the crowd, “And now he’s here.”

“He is?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna get my money back from him one way or another.”

“Me too!” Namgyu appeared hanging from a bunk above you both. 

“Namsu-”

“-Namgyu-” he corrected Thanos.

“Yeah, Namgyu and I bonded over our shared misfortune,” Thanos said. “We’re gonna get our money back from him. All of it.”

“In order for him to pay you back, he’s got to be the sole winner,” you said, “And in order to be the sole winner, we’d have to be dead.”

“I ain’t dying,” he scoffed, “And neither are you.”

“I already did, so it doesn’t matter.”

Your chest tightened whenever you thought about it. The last time you’d held your notebook, you’d stared at the pages until you gave up. When you last heard one of your songs, you felt nothing. A part of you, you felt, had died. The excitement that used to come out of you no longer existed. It was your first death. Dying in these stupid games would only be a second one. 

“Pill?” He offered his cross a second time, seeing your watering eyes. 

You took a red one without hesitation this time. Crushing it between your teeth, you knew the chalky substance would sink into your bloodstream and you’d forget about it. 

“Can I get one?” Namgyu asked eagerly, trying to get closer to him. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Thanos said as if he weren’t already tucking the cross away. 

The masked men returned to the room, and everyone gathered in the center. They told you the new accumulated amount, then for a vote. People could vote to either keep the games going or stop them and leave with a share of what’s left. Seeing the amount left, you knew what choice you needed to make. 

“That would barely put a dent in my debt,” you said out loud to yourself. 

“Same,” said Thanos. You saw the drug starting to take over him with his restless body. “So, it looks like we’re going back into the fray together, B!” 

“Looks like it.”

As expected, even with the amount of bloodshed they’d witnessed, most people picked to continue the games. You heard some people say ‘just one more game can cover my debt’. That depended on how many people died in the next game. As the drug starts running in your veins, you let yourself get lost in the euphoria. 

Hey, if you’re going to die a second time, you’d enjoy the time while you could. 

****

“Fuck, you taste good.”

His tongue swirled and dipped carefully over the hard nub and hood. Your nails dug into his hair, purple hair tangling between your fingers. 

“Better than anything I’ve had before.” 

A slight rush of cold on your side pulled you from the hazy dream. 

“That’s a good girl…Yeah, just like that…You look so pretty like this…Can we just stay here? You feel so fucking good, baby. I don’t want to stop.”

His hands and lips were fire on your skin. His length sunk deep in every thrust, stretching and filling you. Your hands slipped into the dark purple spikes of his hair, scratching his scalp as you tugged on it out of habit. He kept you pinned with his body as he slowly rocked his hips to yours. 

“Subong…”

His body came first. He slowly uncurled you from your sideways position for more access to you. A pair of lips started pecking your neck, starting at your shoulder before reaching the curve at the base. Your mind stayed in between dreams and reality, unable to register what was really going on. Soft breaths buried themselves in your hair, while two hands went around your middle. 

He withdrew just to rub against your clit. His girth pushed your swollen lips apart, sliding over the sensitive nub before slipping back into your entrance. You didn’t think Subong would be any good, but here he was driving you crazy. 

“I was that good, huh?” his voice filled your ear, pulling you from your wet dreams. “So good you dream about it?” You responded with a weary whine. “You sounded so sweet whimpering my name just now. You should do it again.” 

You whined at the hands toying with your nipples. His fingers whirled slowly around the softness to stimulate them, which wasn’t hard to do. That familiar tightness built between your thighs. It had been a long time since anyone coaxed this feeling out of you. You reached around through Thanos’s arms, grabbing the nape of his neck to touch as much as you could. He grinded into you, his hardness poking against your ass each time and causing him to groan. Whether it was the pills or you really had talked in your sleep, you didn’t care. You didn’t want him to stop. 

“Open your legs,” he whispered, turning your head to draw you in for a kiss. His tongue slipped over yours in the deep kiss, passionate like the first time. He explored your mouth with his tongue before ending it with a few soft pecks. “Let me see how wet you’ve gotten.” 

You let him slip off your sweatpants to reveal the plain cotton underwear. Rubbing your thighs together, you knew there must be a small wet patch already there. You got confirmation when three fingers rubbed over it, and he groaned. 

“It must’ve been a nice dream if you’re this wet already,” he said, lightly dotting kisses on your neck. “I remember how wet you got for me in that dressing room. It was running down your thighs when I started fucking you. You remember that, don’t you, baby? You remember how sticky and sloppy your pussy was before I railed you?”

“Ye-yes…” You let go of his hair to feel down his body to his center. He quivered at your touch, breathing heavily as you reached the bulge pressing to you. “I remember how hard you were by the time I put you in my mouth.” 

“Best blowjob I ever had,” said Thanos, pushing into your hand as he spread your wetness through your panties. “I got so jealous when I heard you started dating someone. I would’ve treated you a billion times better than him,” he traced his tongue along your ear, “And fucked you as much as you wanted.” 

“Why do I believe that?” you giggled, giving his cock a squeeze. 

Thanos chuckled as he turned your head to kiss you. His tongue instantly darting into your mouth, your arousal grew feeling him harden in your hand. Not particularly big, you knew he’d make you see stars by the time you finished. You slid over the hard tip before teasing the sensitive underside. You couldn’t stop thinking about him inside you. His thickness pulsing and twitching in his boxers brought memories of how perfectly he’d filled you that night. Nico wasn’t very big, but Thano’s was the perfect length. 

He’d also gone longer. 

Soon, Thanos pushed through your panties, and a rush of cold air made you tremble. Two fingers holding your swollen lips open, a third one flicked over your clitoris. You flinched at the single swipe, earning light chuckles before he did it a second time. The tip of his finger rolling around it, you put your hand in his boxers to feel his hot, hard cock on your fingers. A light trickle of precum became the lube you used to coat his tip. The squishy bulb leaked into your palm in every stroke, and his low moans filled your ear. You sensed his need beginning to build with yours, making you stroke him more. 

“Pl-please,” you whimpered, eyes closing and back arching as he teased your entrance with two fingers. “Please…”

“You’ll get it soon, baby,” Thanos promised, free hand sliding up to your throat where he held in your place. “You’ll get it really soon. Be a good girl and be quiet for me. We wouldn’t want to wake anyone else up.” 

Your leg going back over his, Thanos pinned it down with his arm. Volume really should be a concern, but the overwhelming pleasure overcame that sense. You squirmed in his hold while he teased you. Spreading your juices around, you heard the faint slick sounds in every move. It was when he slipped the fingers inside that your thighs closed, trapping his hand there. 

“No, no, no,” he said, pulling your thigh back up, “You’re keeping these open for me.” 

“Subong,” you whined quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. 

He sunk them deep, wriggling the tips around as he curled them. “How can I touch you if they’re closed? You have to keep them open if you want me to make you feel good,” he continued, seeing you moan and writhe from his touches, “Just turn your brain off, and let me take care of you.”

His palm tapping your clit made your thighs and legs tremble. Your back arched against him as your hips moved into his hand. They reached right to your g-spot like they’d done the first time. You recalled everyone having gone home, but you’d stayed to keep rehearsing in your dressing room. He’d come innocently, wanting to talk about music and songwriting, but then it became less innocent. The thought it might’ve been a bet between the men came to you, yet it had been a while and you thought he was cute. It’d been by luck that nobody knew about what you two had done in the dressing room. 

“You hear that?” He asked, as he fingered you quickly. He made sure you heard the squishing sounds of your sex gripping his fingers. “That’s all you, sweetie. That’s the sound of your sweet pussy drenched and wet.”

Your body shivered as he went deeper and faster, the sensation crippling you. The deep, tongue-clashing kiss you then shared was what sent you over. Your body suddenly became sensitive to his touch. Muscles tensing in their grasp, eyes squeezed shut as you restrain your orgasm with his mouth, you got lost in the euphoria coursing in your like a drug. 

You didn’t have a moment to process anything before the cock in your hand replaced his fingers. Thanos continued the steady pace, holding onto your thigh to keep your legs spread. You could feel him spreading you out, mixing your wetness with his own inside your pussy. Like last time, he hit your core dead center and had you grinding into him for more inches. His faint whimper at your hips whirling to his stroked your ego a bit. 

“You had sounded hot too, you know,” you moaned between kisses, keeping his hand on your pussy. 

“Oh yeah?” Thanos lifting your leg up and changing his angle slightly. 

“Yes,” you said, clenching your jaw as you suppressed more moans. “I love hearing guys moan.”

He took immediate advantage of this information. Lips to your ear, his groans tickled the edges. Hearing it out loud, even in the quiet room, lets you imagine all the pleasure he must be experiencing because of you. Your walls dragged across his cock in each thrust, and you purposefully clenched them to make yourself tighter for him. Thanos drew closer as he lifted your thigh upwards, holding you by your ass instead as he thrusted faster. It showed in the way he gripped your body close to him, wanting to touch more of you. You thanked God you didn’t have anyone sleeping above you. 

You were jelly by the time he pulled you underneath him and forced your legs open. As you knew he would, he gently tapped and rubbed against your clit. Overstimulated but wanting more, you cupped your breasts and brushed your nipples for added pleasure. Thanos didn’t allow this. Pushing your hands aside, he pinned them to your sides as he pushed his cock inside you. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding against him, loving every inch he gave you in his thrusting. 

“Just as good as I remember,” he grunted in your ear, not holding back anymore. The bunk might’ve pushed into the wall if it weren’t bolted to the floor. Yet, the light smack of his hips to yours could be heard. “Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

The best dick you’d ever had, including Nico’s, though you didn’t say so out loud. Your mouth could not word the thoughts going through your head. Even back then, Thanos’s cock turned you into a senseless, incoherent mess. You could lay in that bed and take him forever. In the half glow of the dorm, you could see his shirtless body hovering over you. Dark hair hanging over his face, eyes full of lust, he’d look the same in the dressing room. 

“I'd vote X if it meant I get to have-have this,” he said in your ear, hands keeping yours to the bed as he took long strokes. “Get to have this tight pussy to myself…all the time…whenever I want…”

“Subong,” you whined, your second orgasm approaching.

“I love when you say my name,” he groaned against your shoulder, “Say it again, baby.” 

You said his name like a mantra, the word matching the pace of his hips. You noticed he went particularly hard the times you whined his name instead. He released your wrists and knelt up, lifting your hips from the bed. In this new, elevated position, you could only grind on him as he pumped himself inside you. His muscles constricted from the hold his orgasm and position had on him. As your walls squeezed him, his head fell back, eyes closed and mouth open in every quiet moan he forced back. You reached out for him, grabbing his forearms and keeping him close this way. Trembling in his hold, Thanos sensed your next orgasm and chased it down. 

He stuck two fingers in your mouth right as you came around him. Moans muffled by the digits pushing down on your tongue, occasionally pushing to your throat. You forgot where you were at that moment. Pleasure and bliss washed over you in waves, crashing down in trembles and twitching. It controlled every sense in your body, keeping you going but also wearing you down. You held onto his wrist to keep his fingers in your mouth, regardless of the drool they created. Eyes locked on one another, he didn’t tear away even when his own climax approached. Something deeper happened in that moment that had nothing to do with him cumming inside you. Legs hooked around his waist, you kept him close as he emptied the last few drops into your cunt. 

“Fuck,” he huffed, settled between your legs and head on your shoulder, “Fucking amazing.”

“Very.”

This is where you expected him to roll over, mutter a goodbye, and start heading back to his bunk. He didn’t. Thanos did lay beside you in the bed, but he didn’t leave. You didn’t mind. It felt nice having someone next to you again. Perhaps you’d let him come back tomorrow night just to have the closeness. Feeling his cum starting to leak from you, you knew you should do something about it, but why? You might not make it out of this place. What did it matter if anything came from this? 

“I know what you mean, by the way,” he said in the quietness of the dorm. 

“About what?”

“Dying twice.” 

The stab wound in your heart reopened at his words. “I was standing on the bridge when that ddjaki guy came up to me,” he said. “I thought about ending it all. Who was I without my music? Okay, the money thing really affected me too, but not like how losing my passion did. It felt hard to make anything. Putting words to my feelings was hard, and it didn’t give me the same excitement it used to. It was like I’d already died, so big deal if I fell from the bridge?”

The confession surprised you. Thanos never struck you as the type to have that mindset. But, as you turned to look at him, you realized you weren’t talking to Thanos, the cocky rapper. You were seeing Choi Subong, a man who once had passions and dreams that became shattered in a single second. A lot like you. Snuggling to him, you put your head on his shoulder as he put an arm around you. You pictured him standing on the edge of the bridge, looking down at the water and contemplating everything that happened to him. He’d lost the lifestyle he worked so hard to achieve, and going back to the bottom was rough. 

“But, we’re both good rappers,” he said, “Maybe if we win this, we’ll get our money and our passion back.”

“And if we lose?”

“We’ll be dead and nothing will matter. So, that’s why I’m playing like I’m going to die anyways. If you play like that, you’re not scared.”

“Being high for most of it helps too,” you sneered, hand finding the cross laying nearby. 

“It does,” he chuckled. “Want one?”

“Sure,” you shrugged. 

Why did it matter? You’d already died once. Dying a second time wouldn’t be so bad. 

****

A/N: haha love that my first squid game fic is for Thanos. I have others on the way, but hope you enjoyed my first!

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I Still Want You

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 4.8k

Includes- Angst, smut, fingering, pussy eating, cum eating, missionary, soft sex, love making, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

She stands against the barricade looking up at him as he performs

She sings along softly to the song, tears falling slowly down her face

He's smiling, happy, having so much fun running around on stage and performing for his ARMYS

And while she misses him so much she's glad he's happy

Even if she's miserable

She was going to surprise him by coming to this show in Seoul, the last leg of his tour

She was going to scream his name, be like a fan girl, hold a stupid sign so he could see her

Then she'd go backstage after the concert was over

She used her own money to buy floor tickets so it could be a total surprise

But she was the one surprised when he broke up with her right before the tour started

Two years together and he just ended it, saying he doesn't feel like the relationship is going anywhere

Saying he wasn't feeling her anymore

It came completely out of left field because up until that point he was acting normal

Then he dropped the bomb

She thinks he met someone else

She suspects he cheated but she doesn't have any proof

But she wouldn't put it past anyone

Doesn't matter anyway because the result is the same

She's heartbroken and without him

She couldn't return the ticket and she didn't want to

She came super early and scored a spot in the front right against the barricade so she can see him clearly

She watches him come down the stairs near her section of the floor, making his way towards them

She knows this is part of his concert when he comes close to ARMYS, high fiving them and taking one lucky fan's phone for a selfie

The ARMYS around her are screaming at the top of their lungs, holding their hands out for him to touch

He smiles as he jokes around, going to reach for their hands then pulling back, then reaching again, laughing the whole time

He's right there, so close to her

She tries to make herself as small as possible, moving her head down so he doesn't see her

She knows that him seeing her will change nothing and she doesn't want to deal with the awkwardness of the momentary recognition

That's not why she came

She came to silently support him and see him in his element for the last time

He just had to pick her section out of all of them

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees him take the phone of a girl literally two people away from her

If he turns his head he could see her face and she's panicking, hoping he won't

He takes a selfie with the phone, hands it back then continues to touch ARMYS hands

She moves her arms, pulling her hood of her hoodie up, trying to hide her face as he goes along the line of ARMYS, blessedly passing by her

She lets out a sigh of relief, then finally moves her gaze up

He's climbing back on the stage, holding the mic and rapping into it

Hugging her body she just watches him perform

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Yoongi POV

'She's here', he thinks as his heart beats into overdrive, his staff drying his sweat, handing him clothes to change into

She came

He knows her from anyone, recognizes her anywhere

He didn't notice her until she started putting her hood up

That caught his eye because he wondered why she was doing that

It's sweltering in the area

And he noticed she was the only quiet one, the only one not holding her hand out

The only one not looking at him, her head down

So as he passed her, he tried to get a good look at her

It's her

His jagi

The girl he regrets leaving

The girl he realizes he loves with all his heart and can't live without

He thought his feelings for her changed

After all they weren't seeing much of each other, especially with him working so much on his album and getting ready for the tour

He didn't feel like he missed her, didn't feel the need to drop everything and see her

He thought he didn't need a girlfriend and he broke up with her the day before he left for the start of his tour

He remembers her crying but she didn't put up a fight

She asked him to stay, to try to work it out, but when he said no, she left it alone

She told him she loves him and he didn't say it back

And he's regretted everything since that day

He fooled himself

Because total communication shutdown is completely different from the way their relationship was going

He still called her everyday, still heard her voice, sometimes video called and saw her face

And he still saw her, maybe twice a week

It wasn't much but it was something

Physical contact, kisses, hugs, sex, cuddles

Then it went radio silent because he made it that way

After the first show, he realized he couldn't call her to share his excitement

He wouldn't hear her asking him to tell her all the details, wouldn't see her face on the video call as he told her all about it

He wouldn't hear about her day and how she was with him gone

He wouldn't hear her beautiful voice he loves so much

He panicked, completely regretting what he did

That he hurt her

That he gave away the best thing in his life

He was waiting to come back to Seoul so he could talk to her

Apologize and beg her to take him back

He had to do this show and two more for the next two nights then he was going to text her

But she's here now, she didn't give up on him and he can't wait

He has to try to get her back tonight

Stepping on stage, he immediately goes to her side of the arena as his song D-Day starts

He sings into the mic, scanning the crowd for her, trying to remember where she was

He has to go back to the center of the stage to rap the first verse but once he's finished, he runs back to the side of the stage, pretending like he's hyping up the crowd when he's really looking for her

He spots her and his heart pounds, clearly seeing her

She's looking up at him, sadness in her eyes but she's still mouthing the words to the song, her head moving to the beat

She's the only one not going crazy, not screaming or trying to get his attention

But she has it

She has all of it

He just has to get through the rest of this song, the next and the vlive back at his apartment then he can run to her

And he will

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J POV

I wipe my eyes as Yoongi says bye on the vlive

Of course I watched it

I wanted to see him, hear him for the last time

Shutting the computer off, it's done

It's over

He's really not part of my life anymore

That though brings a fresh wave of tears

I thought that maybe there was still a chance that we could get back together

But it's clear that's not happening

From watching clips of concerts, seeing the way he was on stage today, how happy he is in the vlive, it's clear he doesn't miss me

And why should he?

He's everything, I'm not

I just wish it didn't hurt so much, wish I didn't feel like I was dying without him

I don't know how to even begin getting over him

I love him with everything in me and I can't stop

I wish I could just turn it off

But unfortunately I can't

Standing up, I leave my bedroom and go into my living room, grabbing the remote for the TV

I'm not tired and I just need something mindless to watch

It's not like I've been sleeping well for awhile anyway

I took off tomorrow because I didn't know how long the concert was gonna be so I have all night to be awake

Sighing, I turn the TV on and start channel surfing

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My doorbell startles me awake

When did I fall asleep?

What time is it?

Checking my phone, I see it's only been half an hour since I sat on the couch

I must have just dozed

Stupid bell, I could of gotten a good night's sleep if it hadn't woke me up

The bell rings again and I stand up, grumbling to myself about who the fuck it is so late

And getting ready to ream them

Unlocking the door, I twist the door knob and pull the door open, my insult dying in my throat

I blink my eyes to make sure I'm seeing what I think I'm seeing

"Yoongi?", I whisper, confused

Am I still dreaming?

He looks at me, sadness in his eyes and his whole demeanor, a stark contrast from how he was on stage and in the vlive

"You came", he says softly

I am so confused

"Uh, what?"

"You came", he repeats, stepping inside, his arms moving around me as he hugs me, his face burying in my neck

My arms immediately go around him, it feeling utterly good to hold him again even though I'm completely baffled

"You came"

"Came where?", I ask, wanting to know what he means by that

He lifts his head, looking down at me, his fingers pushing my hair back from my face, "To the show. You still came. After everything. After hurting you. You still came"

He saw me?

How?

I went through great lengths to make sure he didn't see me

I didn't want to be seen

"I knew it was you", he says, "You were the only one standing still, the only one pulling a hood up in a sweltering crowd, the only one not trying to touch me"

Well shit

"I'd know you anywhere jagi", he whispers

My eyes meet his at the name he used to call me all the time

The name I loved to hear

"I...I didn't want you to see me", I whisper, "I just...I bought the ticket before we...to surprise you when you came back from tour. I still wanted to go, so I could see you perform one last time"

He shakes his head, leaning his forehead against mine

"Not the last time baby. Please, not the last time"

"Uh Yoongi", I start, "I'm uh...really confused. I haven't heard from you for months and you just show up, acting like....like..."

Like he loves me

Which is impossible as he made it clear his feelings for me changed

"Can we talk? Please?", he asks

I mean yeah

I kinda want to know what's going on

"Yeah", I answer, "Come to the living room"

He let's go of me so I can close and lock the door, then follows me the few feet to the couch

He sits right next to me, taking my hand, holding it tightly

Uh ok

"Jo, I'm sorry", he says softly, "I'm sorry I hurt you for no reason"

No reason?

Not loving me is a reason

He can't help how he feels

"I'm not following", I say slowly, "What do you mean for no reason?"

"What I mean is that I was so wrong jagi. So wrong", he answers, his eyes on mine, "I love you so much"

My heart starts pounding in my chest, a million thoughts in my head

The main one is 'what?'

"I just, I took you for granted baby. I thought I didn't need you because we weren't seeing each other much", he explains, "But I was so wrong. When I realized I couldn't call you, couldn't talk to you, couldn't hear your voice, couldn't see you, I knew I fucked up. I knew I was wrong and I love you with all my heart"

I take all this information in, shock entering my system

"Why...why didn't you say anything before tonight?"

"Because Jo, I didn't have the right to. I hurt you, made you cry, walked away while you were crying for me. You deserve so much more than a phone call of me apologizing and asking you to take me back. You deserve to have that in person. I deserve to beg you to take me back"

I shake my head, "You don't deserve that Yoongi. You don't. You don't have to beg for anything"

"But I will", he whispers, "For you, to be with you, I will"

"I don't want that Yoongi", I say

He never has to beg, I would never make him do that

While it hurt like hell, I understand where he was coming from

If he felt like he didn't love me, then what was he supposed to do?

Force himself to be with me?

That's wrong and would be so selfish of me to want that

"What do you want jagi?", he asks, "I'll do anything you want. Give you anything"

I hesitate

There's a few things I have to know

"I want you to be one hundred percent honest"

He nods, "I can do that"

Ok, here goes

"Did...did you meet someone else? Is that why you thought you didn't love me?"

"No", he says, shaking his head, "There was no one else. Just my stupid brain"

"Did you cheat on me and feel guilty?"

"No!", he exclaims, "Never jagi. I would never do that. I've never done that before. And I'd never hurt you like that"

I nod, satisfied with his answer for that

"How do you know what you're feeling now is real? How do you know you won't wake up tomorrow or in a few days and realize you were wrong again and you don't love me?"

This is what I'm scared of

Him leaving again

I don't think I can do that again

My heart can't handle it

He shakes his head, "My love for you is real jagi. I missed you so much while I was on tour. You were all I thought about, all I wanted to run home to. I felt like I was dying without you. I was going to wait until I finished the next two concerts to talk to you. But when I saw you in the crowd, I just....I couldn't wait. I need you Jo, I love you more than anything. You'll never know how much baby because stupid words can't encompass what I feel for you. You are my everything and I swear, I'll never be that stupid to let you go again. I swear"

I believe him

He has always been honest with me, never sugarcoated anything, never lied

Even when he was breaking up with me he was brutally honest about his reasons

So I know that when he says something, he means it

"Please jagi, please take me back", he whispers, "I swear, I'll do everything to make it up to you. Please jagi"

I reach out, moving my fingers in his hair, pushing it back off his forehead, "Yeah Yoongi. Of course naekkeo. I love you so much"

He gives me his gorgeous gummy smile, then his lips are against mine in a searing kiss

And I'm happy

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Yoongi POV

Her arms wrap around my neck, her lips kissing me back and I'm in heaven

I have my jagi back

I meant what I said to her

I'll never let her go again

I was an idiot once, never again

"Can I stay?", I ask, when the kiss ends

She nods, smiling softly at me

"Please naekkeo. I can't sleep without you"

I nod, knowing exactly what she means

"I can't either baby"

My sleep is always disturbed, tossing and turning when she's not next to me

I've never been so exhausted on a tour as I've been on this one

"C'mon baby", she says, taking my hand and leading me to her room

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"Yoongi", she moans, as I kiss her neck, her naked body trembling under mine, her hands tangling in my hair

As soon as we got into her room, I kissed her, our clothes went flying and here we are, touching each other everywhere

I missed her so fucking much

"Jo, jagi", I murmur, moving my lips down to her neck, kissing her

I'm so fucking happy to be in her arms

I feel like I'm right where I belong

With her

Spreading my kisses down her body, I lick her nipple, then take it in my mouth, sucking on it

"Yoongi", she moans, her hand squeezing my shoulder

I wrap my hand around her other boob, squeezing it, my fingers pinching her perky nipple

"Fuck", she groans

Switching to her other nipple, I suck on it, sliding my hand down to her cunt, running my fingers on her, feeling how wet she is

She's soaked

As I play with her nipple, I push two fingers in her cunt, feeling her suck them in

"Mm so tight baby", I groan, starting to pump my fingers in her pretty cunt

"Oh god Yoongi", she cries, shaking as I move my thumb against her clit, rubbing it as I fuck my fingers into her sweet pussy

I live for the feeling of her cunt throbbing around my fingers, hell, the feeling of her throbbing on anything on me- my fingers, my tongue, my cock

Every thrust I make sure I slam my fingers into her spot, making her cry out each time

I move back to her other nipple, licking and slurping around it, her hips moving, meeting my finger thrusts, taking them deeper

Her cunt throbs quickly and I know she's gonna cum soon

"Cum for me jagi", I murmur, thrusting my fingers in, flicking her clit and sucking her nipple at the same time

"Yoongi!", she cries, coming all over my fingers

"Yes baby", I urge her, watching the beautiful sight of her coming, "My best girl"

When she finishes, I pull my fingers out and move them immediately into my mouth, sucking her off them, moaning as I taste her again

So fucking good, I need more

I start kissing and licking down her body, wanting to get to her cunt quickly

I open her pretty legs more when I get down to her pussy, slowly sliding my tongue up between her slit

I moan, finally tasting her again and it's even better than I remember

She shivers when I lick up her cunt again

"My girl's so wet already", I murmur, her cunt soaking my face just the way I like it

"Yeah naekkeo", she moans, making me so happy to hear her call me that again, "You make me like this baby"

I know I do

And she makes me rock hard all the time

I take my time, going slow with long licks, making sure my tongue touches every part of her pussy, all the way to her clit

"Oh my god", she whispers, her legs shaking around my head

"Good baby?", I ask

"Mmmm hmmm", she moans, "So fucking good. I missed your tongue baby"

"I missed your pussy baby", I say between licks, rolling my tongue over her clit, the throbs sending pleasure down to my hard cock

As I eat her sweet pussy, I move my hands along her body, touching her soft skin, feeling it tremble under my fingers

"Yoongi", she whines and fuck, I didn't know how much I missed hearing my name in her voice

Sliding my tongue down, I dip into her hole, feeling her cunt suck my tongue in and clench down around it

"Mmm", I groan as she whimpers, "Fuck"

I fuck my tongue into her hole, her cream spilling into my mouth and I swallow the sweet cream greedily

Her hips move up on their own, pushing into mouth more, her hand plunging in my hair, holding on tightly

Her hole is so tight and throbbing, I can't wait to feel it around my cock again

Pulling my tongue out, I wrap my mouth around her clit, sucking softly

"Oh my god", she moans, her body shuddering on the bed, "Don't stop naekkeo"

I don't intend to

I suck faster on her pulsing clit with each move until I'm slurping on it, relishing having it in my mouth again

Her clit is hands down the best thing to suck on her body

"Yyy..Yoongi", she moans

She's close

I know how she sounds when she's close

"Gonna cum baby?", I ask, sucking desperately around her swollen clit

"Y...yes", she gets out, twisting my hair around her fingers

I want it now

"Good baby. Give it to me", I plead

"Yoongi, fuck Yoongi", she cries

"Fuck jagi", I moan, sliding my tongue in her coming pussy, her cream dousing it as I swallow, "So fucking good"

I keep slipping my tongue in and out of her hole, her pussy creaming around it so I can swallow all of her cum

I make sure her pussy is completely clean and I get every drop of her delicious cream before moving away

I move away, getting on the bed, on top of her

Pressing my lips to her neck, I kiss her slowly, into the spots that she loves and keeps her shaking as I run my fingers up and down her body

"I love when my jagi is sensitive", I mutter, "Love feeling your skin tremble jagi"

"Mm Yoongi", she whimpers, "Kiss me naekkeo"

I immediately crash my lips to hers, kissing her desperately

Her arms fly around my neck, as she kisses me just as desperately, her tongue down my throat, her body presses against mine, her legs wrapped around my waist

"Please jagi, can I be with you?", I ask between kisses

"Yes baby. Fuck yes", she answers, making me happy

Holding my cock to her hole, I push inside her slowly

Breaking the kiss, I drop my forehead on her shoulder and moaning so loudly as I push in

The familiar pleasure of her pussy sucking me in washes over me, making me shiver against her

Her tiny cunt spreads open just enough for me to slide in, clenching repeatedly, making the pleasure so intense

"Fuck Yoongi. Oh my god", she whimpers, her body arching into mine, her head pushed into her pillow, bliss all over her face

I groan as I bottom out, my head pressed against her spot, her hole spasming so good around me

Goddamnit she always feels so fucking amazing

So tight and so wet

Pressing my lips to hers, I kiss her as I slowly pull almost all the way out, then move back in

"Fuck", she moans

Moving slowly but hard and deep, I plunge into her pussy, making sure I hit her spot with each stroke, rubbing her clit with my pelvis, making love to my jagi

Showing her that she means everything to me

Her arms move around me, her hands running up and down my back slowly, feeling amazing, heat flooding every nerve where her fingers touch

"Yoongi", she whimpers

"Jagi", I murmur, running my fingers in her hair

I kiss her soft lips, loving the warm feeling that spreads through me from her kiss

She starts moving with me, her hips going up when I slide back in, making me go in deeper

Pleasure spikes through me as she squeezes my cock tighter than before, her pussy making pretty wet sounds as she takes me, creaming my cock so good

I slowly plant kisses all along her neck, touching her body everywhere as I give her deep stroke after stroke

Her arms tighten around me, holding me close, her hand sliding in the back of my hair, pulling softly and I moan from how good it feels

She lifts my head from her neck, pulling me to her, her lips crashing into mine in a kiss

Sliding my tongue in her mouth I touch hers, kissing her hard

I let go and let myself get lost in her

Everything fades away until it's just her- her touch, her scent, her kiss

Her

My jagi

The love of my life

We move together over and over, with her starting to throb on me harder and harder

Oh my god, it feels fucking incredible

I fucking love it

She kisses me harder, both of us clinging to each other

She's getting closer and so am I

"Please Jo. Give me", I whisper

Our kisses become more desperate, hands touching and squeezing each other everywhere

She's right there and the next thrust makes her cum, clenching me so fucking tightly

Her body shakes in my arms, her mouth still kissing me, moaning my name softly between our lips

"Yoongi"

The pleasure is outstanding and I let go, coming hard, my cock throbbing in her orgasming pussy as I shoot my cum deep inside her

My body trembles too as her pussy milks my cock so fucking good, her arms holding me so tightly

When we both finish, I pull away, looking down at her

She looks up at me, her beautiful eyes scanning my face

I gently touch her face, her eyes closing and her hand reaching up, holding the back of my hand

She turns into my hand, kissing my palm

"I love you Yoongi", she says, her eyes opening, the love in her eyes taking my breath away

"I love you Jo", I tell her, "So much jagi"

"So much", she whispers

Laying down, I hold her tightly, loving the feeling of her cuddling into me

She buries her face in my neck while I play with her hair

After awhile, I hear her soft snores, smiling as I kiss the top of her head

Close my eyes, I fall asleep, so happy and grateful I'm back home

😻😻😻���😻😻😻😻😻😻

The next night

Yoongi POV

"Jagi", I call as the stylists put the finishing touches on my makeup and hair

"I'm here naekkeo", she says, moving in front of me

Taking her hand, I lace our fingers, squeezing softly

"Oh baby you look so pretty", she giggles, making me smile

"Not as pretty as you jagi", I chuckle

She shakes her head playfully, "Uh uh naekkeo, you are prettier. And so hot. ARMYs are gonna go crazy"

That makes me laugh, "Yeah well that doesn't matter as long as you think I'm hot"

She smirks, "You know I do. I think last night proved it"

It sure did

I don't think I ever had so much sex in one night

It was like we had to be with each other, making up for the months we were apart

It was sex then sleep then sex then sleep on repeat

Finally around 8 am, she told me no more, that I had to sleep to be rested for the concert tonight

She held me, playing with my hair and I swear I never had such a good sleep even though it was only for a few hours

But I'm rested enough and I'm energetic because I have her back

She's with me, like she should of been the whole tour

"Yeah jagi", I smirk, "Gonna prove it again tonight?"

"You know it", she smiles

"I'll prove to you too baby"

"I know you will Yoongi. I know"

After a few minutes I'm done and up, getting my mic, inner ear pieces and everything else I need

Taking her hand, we walk towards the back stage, hearing the chants of "Agust D"

The show starts in three minutes

I turn to her before I have to leave her back here

"Thank you for coming tonight jagi"

She smiles her gorgeous smile, her arms moving around my neck, mine moving around her

"Always baby. I know you're going to do an amazing job naekkeo", she says encouragingly

I smile at the confidence she has in me

She was always so supportive

"And I'll be right here watching and waiting for you"

I sigh happily, feeling so much better knowing she here

This calm feeling, this assurance I have was what I was missing the whole tour

She's my everything, my support, my inspiration and I'm never letting her go again

"I love you jagi"

"I love you naekkeo", she answers, smiling widely

Leaning down, her lips meet mine in a sweet kiss that feels amazing

I know I'm one lucky son of a bitch to have her back

"Yoongi, it's time", one of the staff calls

I reluctantly pull away from her, gazing into her beautiful eyes

"Go baby. I'll be here", she assures me

I nod, "Thank you jagi"

She shakes her head, "Don't thank me baby. I'll always support you"

I know she will and I have to work better at appreciating her

I will

"I love you", I tell her

"I love you Yoongi"

Pressing a quick kiss to her lips, we let each other go

"Have fun", she smiles, making me smile back

I turn from her, walking to the stairs leading to the stage

I check that I have everything, turn back to her, smiling

She nods, I nod, then I go up the stairs to the screaming ARMYs

[flouqic-jaye]

⊹₊⟡ INTRODUCTION TO ME !

INTRODUCTION — 𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄

Hello tumblr!! My name is Jazmine and you can either call me

Jaz

Jazmine

JJ

Valerie (If we’re close)

Jaye 💙

Jiji

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Music 🎵 I like:

Rap, Hip hop, K-pop, R&b, Jazz, 2000’s, Hyperpop, Electro, Alt etc

Artists I like: Bryson Tiller, HER, Summer Walker, PartyNextDoor, SZA, Giveon, dhruv, Chris Brown, 702, TLC, Destiny’s Child, 2pac, Biggie, Pop Smoke, A Boogie with a Hoodie, Lil Uzi Vert, Vacations, Arctic Monkeys, 50 Cent, Aaliyah, Gwen Stefani, Kanye West, Cassie, Britney Spears, Amerie, Blu Cantrell, Beyoncé, Rihanna, Usher, Alicia Keys, Madonna, Juice WRLD, XXXTENTACION, Lil Peep, Amy Winehouse, Mary J Blige, Fat Joe, Terror Squad, Drake, J. Cole, Future, Metro Boomin, T-Pain, Lloyd, Kendrick Lamar, Chase Atlantic, Sean Paul, Pingmas, CLASS:Y, Stray Kids, Enhypen, Txt, P1harmony, Ateez, Aespa Boynextdoor, Bts, Riize, NEWJEANS ‼️🤞 etc (I’m too lazy.)

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 — 𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

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𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟐.𝟎 — 𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

I have a lot of drs, but most of them I’ve shifted to them a few times

Skz DR (40-45x ??)

Enhypen DR (20-25x)

Ateez DR (5x)

KUARTZ DR ft.@s4ku-sh1ftz (3x)

True beauty DR (8-9x)

TXT DR (1x)

P1h DR (2x)

Sweet Home (1x)

Alice In Borderland (1x)

All Of Us Are Dead (0x)

Alone In The World (0x)

Garfield (0x PLEASE LET ME SEE THIS DR I NEED IT)

EL3VATION (3x)

ru next? (10-12x)

Life in Korea (0x)

Life in China (0x)

Life in Japan (0x)

And the rest of my (0x) DRS

-Supacell

-NYX (Own co-ed group)

-Nexz

-Idol School x AOUAD ft.@s4ku-sh1ftz

-Katseye

-Grown Ups

-Better Cr

-Twice

-Aespa

-Newjeans

-BlackPink

-Cobra Kai

-Chase Atlantic

-Fast & Furious

-Spiderverse

-Call Of Duty

-MAVE (Own gg)

-Bloodhounds

-Strong Girl Nam-soon

-Day Shift

-Jumanji

-Ult K-pop Fan

-Boarding School

-Hierarchy

-Str!pper

-K-pop Mafia

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟑.𝟎 — 𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒

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[hamsterclaw]

Daiginjo

Sake brewing is in your blood, part of your heritage, and it keeps drawing you into the orbits of businessman Yoongi, rapper Namjoon and boy-next-door Hobi.

A follow up story to Sake - a love story to the rap line.

Pairing: Hoseok x F!reader, Yoongi x F!reader, Namjoon x F!reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: PWP is what this is. Smut. Very minimal fluff.

Word count: 4.2k of smut.

Warnings: Explicit sex, swearing, polyamory, sake-drinking

You watch the perfectly clear sake pour in a perfect stream into the glass. Just behind it is Yoongi’s perfect face and his intense dark eyes. Instead of appreciating how beautifully clear your Daiginjo is, he’s looking at you.

His pink tongue flicks over his bottom lip, so quickly you’d have missed it if you hadn’t happened to be looking at his face.

‘You’re addictive,’ he tells you, low voice rumbling, his tone a cross between amusement and affection.

You realise you’re leaning forward over the table between you, and that your silky top has slipped down, revealing the scalloped lace of your bra. Yoongi’s eyes drop to your chest, the skin above the lace.

He reaches out, watching your face as he runs a finger over the upper curve of your breast. Your breath hitches, then speeds up.

Yoongi’s thigh slides between your legs, the fabric of his trousers smooth against your bare skin.

Yoongi says your name, and your cunt squeezes over nothing. You’re so wet your panties are bunched together between your legs, sticking to you.

‘Yoongi,’ you say, a plea in your voice. His gaze darkens. One of his hands closes over your forearm, the other picks up the glass of sake you’ve just poured. He drinks, then puts the glass to your lips.

‘Drink,’ he says, voice so low now it makes you shiver.

You gulp down the sake, and Yoongi puts the glass down. It lands with a clatter on the wooden table.

Yoongi looks at his hand, ringing your forearm. He looks up at your face again, and then he’s heading for the door with you.

The door opens before you get there, the doorframe filling with the height and broad shoulders of Kim Namjoon.

He takes in your pouted lips, your partially exposed chest, the way Yoongi’s holding your arm.

His slow smirk makes you simultaneously aroused and apprehensive.

His eyes never leave yours as he asks, ‘Got room for one more?’

***

Yoongi’s hands as he pours out drinks for the three of you on Namjoon’s private jet transfix you.

He’s wearing platinum rings that gleam in the low light, and only seem to emphasize how long his fingers are, the strength in his hands.

You press your legs together, and Namjoon’s hand slides over your bare thigh.

‘Let me help, baby,’ he says.

You watch as he strokes his warm hand down the front of your pelvis, hitching your skirt up. At the first sight of your lace panties, Yoongi hums quietly.

‘Soaking,’ he says.

Your thighs close over Namjoon’s warm hand, and he tsks. ‘Let Yoongi see, baby, he’s the one who got you like this.’

You can’t deny it.

Namjoon pushes your legs apart, displaying you for Yoongi. He tugs at your panties, bunching them at the crotch, and you hiss at the drag over your swollen clit.

Namjoon strokes over your clit as Yoongi holds out more sake to you.

You can’t reach, not with the way Namjoon’s got you pressed back against the seat, legs spread for him and Yoongi.

Yoongi presses the glass to your lips, and you swallow.

‘Good girl,’ Namjoon says.

‘Joonie,’ you whimper.

‘Easy, baby,’ Yoongi says. ‘Let us take care of you.’

He presses a kiss to your lips. He’s kissed you so many times that if you were blindfolded you’d still know it was him.

He nibbles at your full bottom lip, tongue flicking into your mouth as Namjoon massages circles over your clit.

Yoongi's hair tickles your face as he pulls away slightly. It’s longer than the last time you saw him. It suits him. You reach up to curl your fingers through the shorter hairs at the nape of his neck, and he leans into you.

‘Clothes off,’ he murmurs. He pulls you forward, into his chest, and Namjoon lifts his hand off your wet cunt just long enough to help you slide your top over your head. You unzip your skirt, shimmy your hips, and then you’re left in your lace lingerie.

Yoongi and Namjoon exchange a look.

‘You’re beautiful, sweetheart,’ Yoongi tells you. He leans forward to kiss you again. A moment later Namjoon’s pushing your thighs apart, and you feel his hair brushing your inner thigh.

Yoongi’s hand is cupping your breast, tugging the cup of your bra down. He smiles at you as he exposes your nipple.

Yoongi’s lips close around your exposed breast just as Namjoon’s tongue licks a stripe along your slit, and the sound that comes out of you is obscene.

You’re so wet your inner thighs are sticky, you’re dripping onto the sheet underneath you.

Namjoon scoops up your wetness with the pads of his fingers, fingertips pushing at your folds.

‘I want to fill every part of you,’ he tells you, voice husky, low.

‘You’re going to have to learn to share,’ you tell him, hand over the back of Yoongi’s head as he licks at your breasts.

Yoongi looks up at you, lips curving in a smile.

‘I love the fuck out of you,’ he says.

Namjoon grunts as he props your thighs up with his shoulders. ‘There’s fucking romance for you,’ he tells you. His dimples make an appearance as he grins at you from between your legs.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow at Namjoon. ‘Are you between our girl’s legs to chat or to make her cum?’ he asks.

‘You’re both being brats. Just fuck me already,’ you tell them.

Namjoon grabs your hips as you lift your legs off his shoulders. In one movement, he’s up, cock all the way in you, so deep you cry out.

Yoongi fists his cock as Namjoon fucks you, eyes hooded. He slams his hips against you hard, fucking into you relentlessly. His stamina always amazes you.

You’d once watched a clip he’d sent you of him rapping, and you’d touched yourself to it, helplessly aroused by his raw energy, the way he’d seethed and spit the words, the low urgent breathy tone of his voice.

Namjoon slaps your ass. ‘Stop fantasizing about me when I’m fucking you,’ he tells you, stern.

You’re close, the extended foreplay and the heat and hardness of his cock sending you higher with each stroke. Namjoon pulls out suddenly, and you grab his ass.

‘Joon,’ you plead.

Namjoon laughs, mocking. ‘I love it when you beg for me. Open up baby.’

He strokes himself, rigid cock gleaming with your slick, as he watches Yoongi position himself between your legs.

‘Come on, don’t make me ask again,’ he says.

He taps the head of his cock against your lips, and you open your mouth to take him in.

Yoongi grips your hips, gentle after Namjoon’s roughness, sliding his cock into you, hand over your pelvis, pressing down. Yoongi groans. ‘Always so good,’ he tells you, the rasp in his voice making you tighten involuntarily around him.

‘I keep forgetting how much you like my voice,’ Yoongi muses. ‘I think you like it as much as I love fucking this pussy.’ He jerks his hips against yours, and you moan around Namjoon’s cock.

Namjoon positions himself above you, thighs flexing. ‘I’m going to fuck your mouth whilst Yoongi fucks your pussy, baby,’ he tells you. ‘Tap me if you want me to stop.’ He waits until your eyes meet his, and the softness in his eyes contrasts so sharply with the squeeze of his hand around your neck that you smile.

Namjoon groans. ‘You’re fucking killing me,’ he utters. ‘Go on, baby, take my cock before I spill all over your pretty face.’

You’re cumming, pushed into an orgasm by Namjoon’s gorgeous dimples, the sweat on his brow as he fucks your mouth, and Yoongi’s thumb rocking over your clit.

Yoongi swears then. ‘Shit, you just got so fucking tight,’ he groans. He thrusts hard, warmth spreading into you as he cums.

You press your tongue, firm, against the underside of Namjoon’s cock, and swallow around his head. Namjoon pulls out, and you moan.

‘Joon!’

Namjoon laughs. He moves down your body, pressing kisses to your heated skin as he goes, until he’s back between your legs.

He plunges into you with a deep thrust, and you grab his ass. ‘You can take me, can’t you, baby? You’re always such a good girl for me.’

Yoongi’s pressing kisses to your face, stroking your cheek, as Namjoon fucks you. He presses a finger against your ass, then with a deep groan, he’s cumming, spurting hot ropes of cum into you, pushing Yoongi’s cum out so it drips out of you.

‘Fuck!’ Namjoon swears. ‘Fuck!’

He’s still moving, hips grinding, and you cry out as you cum again.

Namjoon, always aware of you, pinches your clit even as he softens and pulls out.

‘Good, baby?’ he asks.

‘Yeah good,’ you say, breathless, looking at Yoongi.

Yoongi presses another kiss to your lips.

‘I came thinking about fucking your ass,’ Namjoon tells you. His dimples flash again.

‘Who’s being the fucking romantic now?’ asks Yoongi, deadpan. He’s already tucking you under the covers, getting up to get you a drink.

You’re ignoring their squabbling, turning your face into the pillow, letting sleep take you.

***

Hoseok greets Namjoon and Yoongi, then pulls you into his arms. He smells so good you wish you could bury your face in his chest forever.

‘You ok?’ he asks, quietly, looking down at your face.

‘Yeah,’ you yawn. ‘I might turn in early, we’re making koji tomorrow.’

Hoseok nods. ‘I’ll see you home and come back and serve these guys.’

You’re amazed that Yoongi and Namjoon are still going, you feel like a wilted flower, like you can barely stay on your feet.

You wave goodbye and Hoseok opens the car door for you, buckling you into your seat carefully. He drives the familiar road from his bar to your house, one hand on the wheel, the other on your leg, warm, reassuring.

By the time you get to bed your eyes are closing. Hoseok smooths your hair back off your face.

‘Want me to stay?’ he asks. You know he will if you tell him yes, Hobi’s always been good like that.

You shake your head. ‘You should go, Hobi, who knows what they’ll be up to.’

Hoseok laughs. Namjoon’s on one of his notorious recuperative visits to the mountains, which usually involve drinking, partying and long periods spent chilling, doing nothing at all.

Yoongi doesn’t usually come with Namjoon, though. You wonder if he’d just come on impulse, given what you’d been about to do before you both met Namjoon.

‘I’ll come and check on you tomorrow, ok? After the koji.’

You nod, sleepy. ‘Night, Hobi.’

Hoseok presses a soft kiss to your forehead and lets himself out.

***

When you next open your eyes, the sun’s just come up, the early morning light filtering into your bedroom. You stretch and decide to take a walk down to your hot spring.

It’s cool, humid as you walk across the fields. Your hot spring is beautiful in the early morning, you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of the view.

Even more beautiful is Hoseok’s straight back as he sits, looking out at the water.

He turns his head as you approach.

‘Hobi,’ you say, running your hand through his mussed hair. He looks like he hasn’t slept. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes.

You kiss him, because you can, just to say hello. Unexpectedly, he tugs you down, deepening the kiss. His hand curls around the back of your neck, cupping your head, fingers lacing through your hair.

‘Hobi,’ you murmur.

His gaze is clear, his eyes affectionate. ‘I missed you,’ he tells you.

You slip off your clothes, stripping down to your swimsuit.

‘Take your bottoms off,’ you tell him.

Hoseok grins. He slips off his shorts, and to your pleasure, he’s not wearing anything underneath. His cock, already semi-erect, hardens as you slip into the water and push yourself up to take him in your mouth.

‘Fuck,’ he says. His hands grip your upper arms, holding you steady as you lick up his cock, getting him wet. His thighs flex against your arms.

You’ve never given him a blow job like this before, half in your hot spring, but Hobi’s always been one to roll with it.

He grips your hair with one hand, other hand curled around your neck.

‘Your mouth,’ he grunts. He pushes you down on his cock, just rough enough that you moan at how it feels.

You cup his balls, feeling them tighten as you let him fuck your mouth.

His cry as he cums echoes throughout the quiet serenity of your hot spring.

Immediately, he pulls you up, not giving a shit that you’re getting him wet, and kisses you deeply. You barely have time to swallow him down.

‘I love you, fuck, I love you,’ he tells you, fervent.

He holds you like that for a moment, recovering.

Then he pats your ass. ‘Go for your swim. I’ll make sure there’s breakfast for you when you get back.’

You press another kiss to the head of his cock before swimming away.

***

Yoongi pulls up outside your house as you’re leaving to make koji.

He gets out, nonchalant, fucking beautiful in his white tee and dark glasses.

‘I thought I’d help with making koji,’ he says.

You remember the last time he helped you with the koji, the strength in his hands as he’d laid out the steamed rice.

You smile, lazy. ‘Koji making is a very important step in the sake brewing process,’ you remind him.

Yoongi smiles right back. ‘Maybe you should pay more attention to your koji and less to my hands.’

‘Fair,’ you say. ‘Come on, Jun and Mari are already there.’

The man’s distracting, to say the least. You’re standing back as Jun and Mari sprinkle spores over the rice, and Yoongi hums from where he’s standing behind you.

His white tee is stuck to the front of his chest, his forearms crossed over, hands up near his neck. This close, you can see the beads of sweat in his hairline. The koji room is warm.

‘Min Yoongi, will you stop it,’ you tell him, weary.

Yoongi has the audacity to smile. ‘You stop it.’ He gives you a long, slow, once over, and you can feel your skin warming as his eyes travel along your body.

‘Were you ok? You looked wiped out last night. Namjoon and I were worried.’

‘You two are a lot,’ you tell him.

Yoongi grins. ‘Come on. I’ll take you to lunch.’

Yoongi’s solicitous as usual over lunch, ordering all of your favourite foods, making sure you’re drinking enough.

Yoongi drops you off at home after, getting out to walk you up to your back door.

‘When are you leaving?’ you ask.

‘Tomorrow,’ Yoongi tells you. ‘Go get some rest. Do you think you’re up to meeting up tonight?’

‘Oh yeah, I wanted you and Namjoon to try the new Junmai daiginjo as well,’ you say, remembering.

Yoongi nods. ‘Dinner, then here after?’

‘Yeah, I’ll check if Hoseok’s free.’

Something flickers in Yoongi’s eyes. ‘Dessert?’ he asks.

‘Are you trying to kill me, Yoongi?’ you grumble.

Yoongi looks serious a moment. ‘You can stop us anytime,’ he tells you.

‘That’s not my problem,’ you tell him. ‘The problem is I don’t want to stop.’

Yoongi laughs. ‘Go get some rest then, brat.’

He waits until you get inside before turning to leave.

***

Hoseok steps into your bedroom, then takes a step back to admire you.

‘Wow,’ he says.

‘Too much?’ you ask, self-conscious.

‘It’s too much, but not because of anything you’re wearing,’ Hoseok tells you. ‘Damn.’

‘You look great,’ you tell him.

It’s true, Hoseok looks fresh, gorgeous in his deceptively simple shirt and trousers. One of the many rings you’ve given him is on his ring finger. There’s a matching one on yours.

‘I see you’re wearing our promise ring,’ Hoseok teases.

It’s an inside joke, you love to get each other jewellery, it’s been a tradition on each of your birthdays for years now. He’d got you your ring, and that same year you’d bought him a matching one.

You love it because it reminds you of him.

Hoseok holds out his arm. ‘Ready, baby?’

***

You’re headed back from the bar, slowing down to enjoy the view.

Namjoon and Yoongi are sitting across from each other, Hoseok opposite you.

Your dinner companions are beautifully dressed as always, Yoongi in his white shirt with sleeves rolled up to show his forearms, Namjoon in a black cashmere V-neck, his long legs splayed under the table. Hoseok’s laughter warms you as you approach.

Hoseok’s the first to see you coming back.

He gets up to pull your chair out. ‘Have you had enough to eat, my love?’ he asks.

‘I think so,’ you tell him.

‘Dessert?’ asks Namjoon. A dimple flashes in his cheek as he waits for a reply.

‘The new junmai daiginjo goes well with everything,’ you say, pretending to think about it.

Now Yoongi’s leaning forward. ‘I’d love to try it,’ he says.

Hoseok’s looking at you. ‘I picked up melons and strawberries on the way back today,’ he says.

‘Yum,’ you say.

Hoseok laughs. ‘I’ll make sure you get fed,’ he promises.

***

You’re pouring out the three varieties of nihonshu you wanted Yoongi and Namjoon to try whilst Yoongi and Hoseok lay out fruit.

Namjoon follows you into the living room, carrying your tray.

‘I thought I’d take a dip in your hot spring tomorrow,’ he says.

‘You’re always welcome,’ you say.

You reach up to brush his hair out of his face, and he dips his head automatically so you can reach.

‘Your ass looks great in that dress, I want to take a bite out of it.’

Hoseok and Yoongi walk into your living room just in time to catch the tail end of Namjoon’s sentence.

‘Damn, Namjoon, you don’t quit, do you?’ says Yoongi.

Namjoon lays the tray down next to the fruit, looking unrepentant.

You, Namjoon and Yoongi are three glasses deep whilst Hoseok nurses his first glass. He seems content to sit back as Namjoon gets more handsy with you, pulling you into his chest, playfully flipping the hem of your skirt.

You catch Yoongi shooting Namjoon an amused glance just before he tilts his head at you.

You find yourself moving towards Yoongi almost before you’re aware of it. Your lips meet his in a kiss.

Yoongi’s lips press against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. He hums, a low rumble in his chest that thrills you. You love the way he sounds.

Yoongi holds out his arms, and you slide into his lap. You’ve spent plenty of time cuddled up with him like this, although to be fair, Namjoon and Hoseok aren’t usually watching.

When you come apart for air, Namjoon’s sitting back, sipping his drink.

He spreads his legs, patting his thigh. ‘Come sit, baby,’ he says.

You turn your head to look at Hoseok.

Hobi’s watching you, and he smiles as your eyes meet his.

‘You look beautiful, my love,’ he says.

You’re walking over to Namjoon. Just before you reach him, his hands come up to hold your hips. He turns you, gently, and a moment later, you feel his lips against the base of your spine, just above the cleft of your ass. He tugs at the waistband of your lacy panties with his teeth.

‘Off,’ he says. He’s muffled, but his meaning is obvious.

You bend over in front of him, sliding your panties off your hips, letting them drop to your ankles.

Namjoon grunts. ‘Christ, what a view.’

He squeezes your ass.

You turn your head to look at him. ‘I want to see you, Namjoon.’

Namjoon’s standing so fast he nearly bumps into you. You hear the clink of his belt, the slide of his trousers off his waist. Like this, standing behind you, he towers over you. He curls a strong arm around you, under your breasts, and grinds himself against your ass.

Yoongi helps you slip your dress off. He seeks your lips again, wrapping his arms around you, kissing along your jaw as Namjoon squeezes your ass.

Namjoon’s fingers slip along your cunt, spreading your wetness, probing along your ass.

‘You feel good,’ Namjoon tells you, ‘so good.’

A moment later his finger enters your ass. Your pussy clenches, and you moan.

‘Fuck. I’ve been dreaming about this,’ Namjoon mutters.

Yoongi’s helping you stand, stroking his hand over the transparent lace of your bra, pinching your nipples.

Namjoon leans over to nibble your ear, finger working inside you.

‘I need to fuck you,’ he says, voice strained. He stills completely, and you realise he’s waiting for the go-ahead, even though it wasn’t phrased like a question.

You look at Hoseok, and what you see floors you.

He’s standing, gaze so intense on yours you feel totally exposed. His hand is curled over his cock, still in his briefs but so hard you can see the clear outline of him against the material.

His voice, when he speaks, is hoarse. ‘Show me, baby,’ he says.

You’ve barely nodded when you feel the slippery slide of lube along your ass.

Namjoon sits. ‘Sit on me, baby,’ he tells you.

Namjoon supports your ass as you lower yourself onto him.

It’s tight, but he feels so good. You moan as he fills you, and Namjoon jerks, fingers tightening on your hips.

Yoongi waits until you’re fully seated on Namjoon before he goes back to playing with your tits. You’re about to start moving, when Namjoon grabs your hip, immobilising you.

‘Stay still,’ he says. ‘Fuck, stay still.’

You can feel his cock throbbing inside you.

Yoongi cups your face. ‘You good, baby?’ he asks.

You look up at him. ‘Yeah.’ You tug at the waist of his briefs. ‘Let me taste you.’

Yoongi’s obliging, pulling down his briefs, tapping his cock against your lips.

You take him in, pressing up with your tongue, loving the hard length of him.

You can feel Namjoon’s hand sliding down the front of you, the heel of his hand pressing against your clit as he slides his fingers into you.

His hips buck, once, and you moan around Yoongi’s cock.

You hear a ‘fuck’ but have no idea who’s said it.

Namjoon’s hips buck again, and you cry out as you cum, clenching helplessly around the tips of his fingers.

Namjoon bites the curve of your neck. ‘This ass,’ he hisses. ‘Damn. You fuck me so good, baby.’

He groans, deep in his chest, as he bucks again and spills inside you. There’s so much cum it pools beneath you.

Yoongi picks up the pace, fucking into your mouth, panting, groaning. He strokes your hair back, fingers tightening in your hair, as he spurts his cum down your throat.

You’re breathless, sandwiched between Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s hard bodies, when Hoseok slides his arms around you.

‘Come on, baby,’ he says. He picks you up and takes you up to your bedroom.

***

As soon as you’re in your bedroom, you tug Hoseok down to you.

‘Love me,’ you murmur to him.

Hoseok’s smiling at you, stroking your hair back from your face fondly.

‘I always will,’ he tells you.

Hoseok lays you down on your bed, his body covering yours.

He kisses down your neck and chest, tongue flicking at your sensitive nipples, still peaked from Yoongi’s touch.

You moan and pull him to you, helping him seat himself between your thighs.

You’re so wet still that the slide is easy, the glide of his hips against yours like coming home.

‘I love you,’ Hoseok murmurs, lips pressed to your ear. He’s been so hard for so long that he feels sensitive, twitching inside your wet walls, overwhelmed with the warmth of you.

‘I love you, Hoseok,’ you tell him, tilting your hips up to his, loving the feel of him.

You slide your fingers to where you’re joined, stroking over your swollen clit.

Hoseok tugs your hand away. ‘Let me,’ he tells you.

Hoseok knows your body so well, knows exactly with you like, that in moments you’re clenching around him, crying out his name.

‘Yeah,’ he utters. ‘You’re so good to me, baby.’

He pulls you tight against him, buries himself in you, and cums.

You think he gets up to clean you off, presses a glass of water to your lips and makes you drink, but you’re floating in and out by that point, in a blissed-out haze with the man you love taking care of you.

***

Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok are in your hot spring when you turn up the next morning.

You stare at their bare chests, attracted but also irritated that your morning swim's been hijacked.

Hoseok smiles at you, cheeky, irresistible. ‘Come in, baby.’

‘No fucking way,’ you say. ‘I know what’s gone on in there.’

Yoongi and Hoseok nod.

Namjoon raises his eyebrows. ‘Wait. What?’

You roll your eyes. ‘I’ll make breakfast.’

You turn and make your way back home.

©hamsterclaw 2022

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© boymeetsevill

[spiceofvy]

BTS Rapline - Walking in on the Reader masturbating

cws: gender neutral reader, mutual masturbation (hoseok), guided masturbation (hoseok, namjoon)

Yoongi: As soon as Yoongi realizes what you‘re doing he just turns around and walks out without a word. He knows important solo fun can be and doesn‘t want to disturb you. He respects your privacy, you know? But if he hears you moaning his name while you touch yourself… he is a goner. He loves the idea that he brings you pleasure even in your fantasies. He turns your face towards him and looks at you with dark eyes „Want me to make your fantasy come true?“

Hoseok: It‘s not the first time that this happens and you two talked about how to act in situations like this. Hoseok just watches you for a bit before he pulls out his dick and starts getting off on the image of you masturbating. He stares down at you with a wide grin as he takes in your beautiful body. „C‘mon go a bit faster for me baby“, will treat you like this is his personal cam show, giving you orders on how to touch yourself, to moan his name, and not to cum until he gives you permission to.

Namjoon: Starts to blush like you two didn‘t just fuck last night. He can‘t tear his eyes away from you, feeling guilty about it because he shouldn‘t interfere with your private time. But the image is burned into his brain as he walks out of the room into the bathroom to jerk off to the way your voice sounds through the walls. Bites his fist to not be too loud. As if you wouldn't get off to him being this affected by you. If you ask him to stay and help you he will, may it be through touching you or by guiding you with his words. "That's it, darling, touch yourself just like that."

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Right now, I'm in a state of mind

I wanna be in like all the time

Ain't got no tears left to cry

So I'm pickin' it up, pickin' it up

🎆BTS as Ariana Grande's songs according to ChatGPT🎆

(Like or reblog, don't repost pls🎭)

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Best Of Us

Chapter 19: Taken Care Of

Summary: Being an Omega is hard, it could be so lonely. The hardships that you would sometimes feel seemed to much, always expected of things you could never fully reach. Always seen as a piece of meat to some, seen as weak and stupid. So you worked your ass off to finally work your dream job. And the world all changed when you met one of the bosses. And couldn't help but end up falling.

Paring: Rap Line X Fem!Chubby OmegaReader

Warning: A/O/B!VERS, mentions of sexual harassment, heats, ruts, knotting, breeding, angst, possessive behavior, more warnings will be added as needed.

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Namjoons body was vibrating, his mind slipping and tumbling as he stopped outside the door matching the number that Yoongi had given him from an email you had sent. His breathing was picking up as he felt his mouth start to water out of pure nerves. He was about to enter your safe place, your family packs home, where you as a pup were raised, loved and taught. The memories that were probably etched in every wall, around  every corner a story, a moment of time that shaped you.

Unlike their home, one of mates, where families were made, this was a home of a family. He remembered walking into Hoseok's home after they became a trio, how the feeling of love for Hoseok flowed out of the walls, out of the small cracks of corners, or the small echoes of joy from the pictures on the walls. He remembers how nervous he was, and how nervous Hoseok was, well at least till he walked in and his mothers arms were around him, gentle scenting of her cheek against his as he heard Hoseok's mother purr. The memory was one full of joy, and full of love the first time he entered his mates home, with both next to him yet here he was about to enter your family den alone.

Shaking his head, he ran his hand down his pant leg, the sweat pants he was wearing were ones you had said made him look comfy, the shirt was large and one you had worn while you had stayed with them. Though cleaned, your scent was still twisted lightly in the fabric, he looked comfortable, and he was shopping for the circumstances of why he was stopping by to help him get away with it. Raising his first, he knocks, the sound of something shuffling and then the door opening he sees the same woman from the night before.  He quickly adjusted the bag on his shoulder as her scent, though weak, was comforting, warm. He couldn’t truly pinpoint what she smelt like.

“Namjoon, why hello come in come in.” She waved him in, her smile large as she nodded from him to follow her. He stumbled slightly as he slipped out of his shoes, his eyes closing as he saw large mens shoes, most likely belonging to your father. It had him gulping, though he became confused when he did not smell a third scent. Nothing lingering, making him wonder if your father was on scent blockers or something like that.

“I brought her things.” He mumbled as he followed her to a living area, a couch that looked well used had a large blanket on it, and the coffee table in front of it had paperwork scattered across it. Looking to the walls he sees framed picture after frame picture, even framed art work, which look to be done by a young you were scattered on walls and shelves. His smile grows without a thought when he sees you, little chubby you, your body was in front of a man who had the same smile as yours. Cheeks a bright red, from what he could assume was the cold as the snow that was surrounding the two of you, your body was slightly lifted off of the ground, smiling face looking at the camera, as the men, who had to be your fathers, were smiling brightly down at you. “Cute.” he muttered, making your mother let out a small light laugh, one of agreement making him look back at her with a sheepish smile.

“She loves the snow, always..just like her father.” Her words had him smiling as she patted the spot on the couch next to her,  “Y/n fell back asleep about two hours ago or so.”

“Oh, I thought it would be enough time.” Namjoon muttered, his body awkwardly sitting down, his legs pressing cloning together as your bag slipped at his feet. His hands landed on the tops of his thighs as he let in a deep breath.

“It depends, she didn't sleep very well last night when I brought her home. Was up and down, a little out of it for a bit of it too.” Her words were said so easily, showing just how often an episode like the night before happened.  Namjoon was frowning, it had your mother letting out a soft sigh, her hand reaching for his as she squeezed his hand making him look up to her and give her a small smile. “It's okay that you’re here..I want this space to be a home to you as well.” He nodded as she gave him a bright smile, one more squeeze to his hand then she let him go.

“How..how can I help her?” Namjoon asked, after a moment of silence, it made your mother smile as she stood up and nodded her head for him to follow.

“Let's get a drink, how about some peach tea?”

“Sure.” As he followed her, his eyes scanning the home as he does, a small smile permanently etched on his face as  he catches pieces of you in every corner. His eyes gleamed as he caught a picture of you in work clothes, toothbrush in your mouth and hair being pulled in what he would assume was your usual ponytail. Your eyes were wide as you stared into the camera, the toothpaste foam was peeking out the corner of your mouth and a slight smile, on he knew it was from a giggle, was etching at the corner of your mouth. It was an image he was now gonna daydream about waking up after and walking into your shared bathroom and seeing you like that. His head whips away from the photograph on the fridge to your mom when she clears her throat, a small smile on her face as  she nods to the bar stool at the counter top.

“Peach tea.” The glass in front of him was cold in his hand, as he moved and took a sip, a pleasant sound falling past his lips making your mother chuckle slightly. “Anyway, to help her..I mean the shower things that Hoseok helped her with, the hot water helps relax the muscles and the pressure of the shower is like a massage.”  Namjoon nods at her words, her hand reaching to fix the messy bun her hair was in. “Massages as well, you feel how tight her muscles get and just rubbing it out helps. It doesn't solve the problem but it helps.” He nods, his hands moving through his hair as he takes a deep breath in. “But the best thing is just be there, like comfort her and make sure she knows it's okay that her medication will kick in and that you won’t leave her.”

“I won't..we won’t ever leave her.” Namjoons were quick and kinda loud at the end making your mother let out a soft giggle as she nodded and smiled at him.

“I believe you, that one alpha..Hoseok? He went almost all Alpha when I tried to get him to walk away.”

“Yeah, he's protective. I'm sorry about that.” Namjoon mumbled, remembering how his mate was grumbling under his breath about how he had ‘fucked up’ his true first impression with your mother by going all protective Alpha on her. Yoongi had tried to comfort him but it hadn't been working, all night Hoseok was mutterin what he should’ve done, and how he wasn’t the hot head he had most likely came off to be. “Don't apologize, I know what he was doing.” She smiled, her head tilting slightly as she took a deep breath and took a sip of her tea. “I know I snapped, but…I'm not an Alpha, I don’t have authority over him or Yoongi  and I was in a bathroom with my pup in pain with an Alpha I had only briefly met.”  She stopped to take a deep breath in and look down at the counter. “I just wanted to make sure my pup was safe.”

“I understand..kinda? I mean I don’t have pups..but..just the thought of having a pup in pain and having an Alpha in the room while they’re in such a vulnerable state.” He stopped, smacking his lips as his fingers traced the cup in his hand, “Once I calmed down, I realized the situation. I mean I've only known her for a month and half, and it was her first time sleeping over, and you're her mother. You know her best.”

“I know her best as of this moment.” She corrected him,”One day, you three ar gonna know her better than I ever had, you’ll know her little quirks, her pet peeves, you’ll be able to tell with one look what she's thinking. You know the feeling.” Her words had him nodding,  her smile soft as she watched his eyes almost glaze over, though the overwhelming feeling in his chest crawled up, the memories of the first few months of being courted by Yoongi and Hoseok the moments where he’d catch the way their posters would shift in a split second when they were upset or angry, or the way Hoseok's eyes would lower when he was concentrating or the way Yoongi knee would bounces when he was anxious. Little details that no one else would really notice but him. The thought of knowing little things like that about you was making his eyes burn as he sniffled slightly. “Oh sweets.” She mumbled, her body moving around the counter to stand next to him. “Why all the blubbering?” She mutters, her voice soft as her hand moved to rest on the top of his head, fingers massaging his scalp as he sniffled slightly.

“Just..just the thought of getting to know her…love her is overwhelming I guess.” His ��words became a whisper towards the end, his fingers rubbing at the hem of his shirt as he took a deep breath in. The lingering smell of freshly baked cookies had his hammering heart slow as he looked over at your mother. Her nails slightly scratching at his scalp as he lets out a soft croon making her smile at the sound. “I just don’t want to mess anything up, but just..just the thought of her making my brain go all..all mush. I already can’t think when I'm around her and sleeping last night without her was..was painful.” His eyes fell to the cup in front of him, the feeling of your mothers nails slowly twirling his hair as she let out a croon of her own, it was different than yours or his, or any Omega really. It was more light, and almost sounded like a humm. Yet it was a sound to comfort, to sooth another. It has Namjoons eyes closing as he took a deep breath in and looked at her from the corner of his eyes.

Her eyes were soft, and similar to yours yet they told her life story to Namjoon, well at least a glimpse of the joy she experienced in her life. The slight development of crows feet and how her cheeks were developing smile lines show just how much in life she was smiling, yet there was a darkness clouding her eyes slightly. He couldn’t figure out what was heavy on her heart, yet he knew it was an unexplainable one, he blinked as he quickly looked back down at his tea as he sniffled. Feeling odd for staring at her for as long as he was in silence, but that's the thing about Namjoon. He was curious, and he was in better terms nosey especially with the people involved with his personal life. It was something his mates scold him for, but his reasoning is always wanting to make sure that the important people in his life are okay, and are cared for.

“I understand, when I met her father I was..was a ball of nerves and whenever he was around just the smell of him made my world freeze. It was like everything was shifting around me, making him the center of my univerice was no longer myself but the two of us.” Her words had Namjoon nodding, understanding exactly what she meant. He had felt the same way when he met Hoseok, and when he started spending time with Yoongi.  How he was feeling with you, everything in his world shifted differently with each of his mates. “I can tell yours is shifting, hers is doing that three times over.”

“I can’t imagine how it feels to have three men courting her, I was going nuts with just two.” His words had her laughing, a final pat at the top of his head as she moved away from him.

“Now before you wake her up why don’t we make some lunch for her, she’ll need food on her stomach to take her muscle relaxer. Come I’ll show you her favorite.”

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“Y/n?” A voice calls out, the warm feeling of a hand against your cheek had you moaning out in disagreement, hand lifting, swatting. A familiar chuckle echos, making you huff as you take a deep breath in, the sweet smell of fresh cut peaches and pears, a small smile lifting on the end of your lips as you slowly let your eyes peeled open. “Why hello sleepy pup.” His dimpled smile, and bright brown eyes had you reaching up your hand cupping his jaw as your thumb runs over his lower lip, his eyes closing as he let out a peaceful sigh.

“Cute.” You mutter, making his eyes snap open as you drop your hand, moving to sit up though you groan lightly making him move quickly. Hands moving to support you as you give him a half smile as your back rests against the pillowed wall behind you.

“Your mom told me that you’d need at least one muscle relaxer.” He mumbled, his hand reaching for the pill cup you mom had given him when she had let him in, their half hour talk had made him feel at home. “We also made lunch, but when she and I came up here the first time you seemed too comfortable for us to wake up.” His cheeks were wide, his hand falling onto the side of your face, his thumb running across your cheek bones again as you smiled softly at him. “We put some in the fridge, but you mom thought you’d like some peach ice cream.” His words had you moving quickly, though you wince out as you sit up and huff as you look at Namjoon. “Slow baby, don’t hurt yourself.” His words had you huffing as you took a deep breath in, and patted the other side of your bed.

“Cuddle.” The single word had Namjoon chuckling as he placed the bowl of ice cream at your side table, his body moving to the end of the bed and crawling onto it. Trying not to move your body about, his body was soon beside yours, his arm reaching around you to grab the bowl and then rest right next to you. His forehead pressing to your temple for a second, his lips pressing your cheekbone making you smile slightly as he pulls back and smiles brightly at you.

“Missed you in the nest last night.” He muttered as you watched him stir the ice cream about, a smile lifting onto your lips as you lean against his shoulder, scooping the ice cream and lifting it up. Your lips wrapping around the spoon as the sweet taste made your mouth water as you pulled back and looked at him. “I didn’t think two nights would have me..so attached to you.” His words were soft and mumbled, a sniffle towards the end making you move slowly. Sitting up, twisting slightly to face him as your eyes stared at him, his hair was falling in his face and his nose was slightly scrunching every few seconds as you moved your hand to run through his hair making him look up. His brown eyes were slightly glossed over as he looked at you, a tear trailing down his face making you let out a small noise as your hands cupped his cheeks. His breath puffing out as your forehead pressed against his, nose nudging his as your thumbs moved in circular motions as the sound of the spoon hitting the rim of the bowl made him jump slightly. “Sorry, sorry”

“No, Joonie. Don't be sorry..I'm sorry…this..this is why I don’t like people seeing me like this.” You mumbled, his eyes widening as he rapidly shook his head, his hands moving to press against your sides as you hear the bowl below move making you pull back and grab the bowl of melting ice cream. A giggle passing your lips as his arms wrap around your waist trying to pull you close to him as you giggle as you look at him. “You’re gonna make me spill the ice cream.”

“Don’t be sorry Y/n, don’t hide this from me. From us.” His words had you huffing as he took the bowl and set it back onto the side table, his nose nudged at your chin as you felt him gently pull you into him. Your leg moved to the other side of his lap as you hovered over top of him. His fingers gripping, massaging at your hips as your hands move around his shoulders. “I wish..I wish I would’ve asked about that day in Yoons office.” His voice wavering as a sniffle is heard again, making your fingers lace into his hair, pulling his head up making him let out a whine as he looked at you. “I don’t care that you need medication to feel okay, to feel pain free it's okay.” he pauses his lips, presses under your jaw as you take a deep breath in and sighs as you pull his head back again. Tears falling down his cheeks as you sniffle back at him, his hands squeezing your waist as he looks at you, his eyes wide, slowly dilating as he starts to drift. “Omega is safe with me.” His words were mumbled, his eyes closing slightly as you nod softly, suddenly his hand pushed you down, your full weight suddenly in his lap making you gasp as he moved forward. His nose burning itself against your collarbone, his fingers moving along you back as his nose rubbed along your night shirt.

“Namjoon, just..I just don't like people seeing me so out of it..not myself. It’s not that I don't trust you..I just don't want you guys to pity me? To look at me differently than you did before you found out about it..it's just something I have to live with but I don’t want you guys to live with.”

“I will live with it..I..I want to live with you..I want to know everything about you.” Namjoons muttered, his head lifting from your collarbone, his lips suddenly pressing against your jaw making you sigh as he pulled away from you and took a deep breath in. “I’m your omega and your mine, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide stuff from me.”  You nod, your head leaning away as you shifted, trying to lift weight off of his thighs, yet he held your waist in place. It had you huffing as you looked at him, his eyes though slightly puff, had a playful gleam in them as he stared at you.

“Joon..I'm too heavy for this.” You mutter after a couple seconds of silence, it had him rolling his eyes as he pulled you back into his chest.

“Stop that, you are not.”

“I bet your thighs are burning or falling asleep right now.” You mutter making him let out a playful growl, his teeth nipping at the near your ear making you huff as he suddenly presses a kiss to your lips. It had your eyes closing as you felt one of his hands sneak up from your waist, brushing against your breast, which made your skin jump and your eyes open as you pulled away. His eyes were wide, cheeks dusted pink as he took a deep breath in. “Try to cup a feel, are you?” You muttered under your breath, a smile twisting onto your lip, his eyes rolling as he let out a groan as you giggled. Watching him throw his head back dramatically as you lifted weight off of his legs making him grunt.

“Hey no, sit comfortably.”

“Working my thighs.”

“I like your body weight on me, so please..just..relax.” His words had your mind overthinking, wondering if what he was saying was what he really thought, but then you wondered, why would he lie, why would he say something like that and not mean it. You had no reason not to believe him, and everything in your heart was telling you to trust him. So you did.

Your lips slightly parted as you slowly rested your weight back on to him, your eyes looking at him as you slowly relaxed. A smile lifts on his face, his hand reaches forward and tugs your face against his. His lips mashing with yours, the feeling of you closing your eyes as one of your hands runs through his hair, the other gripping his wrist.  You could feel the smile lifting as his lips as yours moved against them, you fighting off your own smile.  Pulling away at the sound of a gasp had you huffing as the scent of your mother at your door greeted you.

“Okay, I should've knocked, I know.” Your mom's words had you look back to see her, a slight blush to her cheeks as she look down at the floor, his hair was in her usual at home bun, and you couldn’t help the heat that was on your cheeks as your turned your face away from him and buried it into Namjoons shoulder. His body moving as a chuckle reaches your ears making the palm of your hand gently swat at his side making his laughter grow. “Just wanted to check up, maybe take the bowl.”

“Take it.” You mutter, embarrassment growing as you listen to her footsteps grow closer to your bed.

“You had like none.”

“I had a bite.”

“Then you got distracted.”

“Mom!” You whine, her teasing tone making heat wrap around your ears, as Namjoon pulls you closer. His arm is holding you tight against him as you hear your mom laughing as your door shuts. “I feel like a teenageer.” You mutter making Namjoon laugh as he rocks your body with his lips pressed against the crown of your head as your huff into his shirt. “Not funny.”

“Oh no it's hilarious…though not as funny as the time Hoseok mom walked in Yoongi blowing him.” His words had you spitting out a laugh, your whole body being taken over as you felt his hand rubbing into your back as you rolled off onto your side. “Tell me another one.” You look over at him as you speak through your constant laughter, his eyes staring at you, watching your every move as you tilt your head and smile at him as you take a deep breath and calm down.

“You’re feeling better.” he utters, mind going to how you had moved, how freely your body was twisting and turning. It had you nodding as you looked at him , his hand moving from the crown of your head through your hair making you huff as he caught a tangle making you wine. “I need to learn how to style and take care of longer hair.”

“Why?”

“So I can do your hair for you..and maybe for a pup one day.” His words had your heart pounding against your chest as you nodded as he sat up and got onto his knees. “Where's your hairbrush?”

‘On my desk..Joon you don't have to.”

“I want to..want to prove to you and your parents we can take care of you..want to prove it to myself too.”  You look at him,eyes softening  as you see the look on his face. Eyes down casted, hands messing with the end of his shirt as you nod at him with a deep sigh.

“In the desk over there, second drawer.” He gives you a bright dimpled smile, leaning forward, cupping your jaw, pressing a quick kiss then jumping off the bed to the desk. You watch him as he opens the drawer and pulls out a brush, your body moving to sit on the edge off the bed. His body moving to sit behind you, his legs falling on either side of your hips, the feeling of his hand moving your hair. “Start from the bottom and work your way up.” You mutter, he nods, the feeling of the brush running through your hair, pulling at the kinks off and on had you closing your eyes at the feeling. The moment after your shower in their apartment rolls in your mind as you begin to see in between his legs. The connection between the two of you builds as you hear him start to humm behind you. The tune was something sweet, soft, something that would have your humming along if you knew it.

“Ever since I've met you, I've got this melody in my head that I can’t get out.” His words had you smiling as he stopped brushing making you lean back. His arms wrap around your waist as you look over at him. :I can’t get you out of my head.”

“Sweet..I..I can’t get you guys out of my head either. I thought at first I could ignore the way Yoongi and Hoseok affected me, then I met you.” You paused, your eyes staring off, remembering the way he had growled, woke up to you and ripped the shirt from your grasp. “ You were so..so on a mission that day.” You chuckle, making him whine as he puffs air against your skin.

“I know..I just..I saw you and then Hoseok's shirt..but then..then I saw you.. And I smelt you and I froze but I just wanted to brush it off you know.” You nod at his words, “I wanted to dislike you, but then you were..so nice? Like you saw me sit on Yoongi's lap, you watched me get all possessive and shit and you smiled. You smiled like you were so happy to see Yoongi and me together.”

“I was..I am..you reminded me of my parents.” You mutter, a softness in your voice that makes him hum as you feel his chin rest on your shoulder, this thumb tapping against your arm. “What?” You muttered, eyes looking over at Namjoon as he let out a breath and nodded, as if he was prepping himself to ask you.

“Where..where is your dad? I mean you said he’s an Alpha..yet I don't smell an Alpha anywhere. Like there hasn’t been on here before. You mom isn’t scent marked and…and I noticed her mating mark is faded.” His words had you closing your eyes tightly as you took a deep shaky breath in, pulling away from his arms as you stood up. Stumbling slightly as you run your hands over your face. “I’m just wondering, that's all. No matter what happened there isn’t judgment or anything.”

“I mean..I think you kinda know what happened.” You mutter, your arms crossing over your chest as you take a deep breath in as he did a slope nod. “That..that car accident I was in..he..he was driving…he didn’t..he..” Your words got choked up as Namjoons body stood up and wrapped itself around you. His scent is pushing out, wrapping around the two of you like a security blanket. It had the weight on your chest, yet the tears that you so wanted to hold back fell. Large fat tears rolled down your cheeks, hand gripping his shirt as you felt your knees grow weak.

“I’ve got you..I’ve got you.”  He muttered against your skin, you nodded as you felt a weight on your mind as he squeezed you. “You can drop baby, I got you.”

“Don't wanna..don’t..don’t wanna get small when I think about it.” You mutter, pulling away from his hands rubbing at your eyes,taking deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. His hands move yours away from your face as he cups your face, forehead falling against your as he takes in deep breaths. Encouraging you to follow his breathing pattern, as you do  he gives you a gentle smile. “Wanted to tell you but..I didn't know how..everyone who knows was around when it happened. Never really had to tell anyone you know…and..and when I brought them up..and Yoongi's response to how he wanted to be an Alpha for me that my father would be proud of..I didn..I didnt know how to break it to him that my father could never be proud of him..that he could never..never get that approval that seems so important to him.” Your words had Namjoon shaking his head as he pushed a kiss to your lips, his thumbs rubbing against your cheeks as he pulled away.

“We..we want the approval yes, but your mothers is enough for the both of them..Y/n you don't  have to be afraid to hide things from us because of it. This is something..something that is gonna affect you for the rest of your life, and we want to be apart every moment from here on out.” You nod at his words, fingers still gripping the fabric of his shirt, kneading the fabric as he speaks. “I'm not upset you didn’t tell us right away, and I know our Alphas aren't going to be ethier.”

“You..you sure?” You whisper, his eyes widening as he quickly nods as he pulls you back into his chest. “I swear it, they..honestly they’ll be more upset with themselves thinking that they did something for you not to tell them.” he chuckles lightly at the thought, though it just makes you cookie scent start to smell like it was burning making his eyes widen as he pulls away and giggles at the panic look at on your face. “Bubs no no, it's a them thing. Even now when I don’t tell them something they think it's because of what they did. Everytime. They always keep their worries bottled in, Yoongi more so the Hoseok, but..still they aren’t very open with how they feel very often. Yoongi isn’t good at explaining his words, his emotions. Hoseok is better, though he doesn’t like looking sad, weak.” You nodded as you took in the information, his body stepping away sitting on the bed as you watched his hands running up and down his thighs. “I..I can tell them for you if you want? Like I did with Yoongi's parents' situation for him.” His words make you shake your head, moving to stand between his legs as his hands move to rest on your waist.

“No, no I gotta tell them..let me tell them?”

“I will..unless you are in danger or our relationship is at risk…okay?” You nodd sniffling as you took a deep breath in. “Do you want to talk about it more?”

“No..definitely not right now.”

“Okay, that's fine bubs, just know if you need to talk about it you can, I’ll always make sure you're taken care of pup, okay. Always.”

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[ho3bi]

a favour

pairing: yoongi x y/n, rap line x y/n

word count: 897 (drabble)

genre: smut, fluff (just a little)

summary: sex with the rap line. yoongi is such a good boyfriend

warnings: straight up smut, gang bang (or a foursome, if you wanna be romantic), unprotected sex, orgasm denial, name-calling, degredating praise (woof~)

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“Come on baby, you can go longer, I know you can.”

Yoongi’s eyes were dark and lusty as he looked down at you. Your own were unfocused as your pleasure rose dangerously high. You whimpered as his fingers ran up your slit, dipping just momentarily into your open and weeping pussy. The tips of three fingers stopped at your buzzing clit and started to circle it, your vagina so wet that even this small motion made audible, liquid noises.

“I… I don’t know if I can—“ you moaned. Your complaint was cut short, however, as Yoongi delivered a tiny smack to your pussy with his fingers. You yelped in surprise—and pleasure.

“Nuh-uh Jagi,” He tutted to you, returning to your clitoris, “It’s not a fucking option. You’re not cumming yet; one of us has still yet to fuck your pretty little cunt.” He tossed his head, his dark locks whispering over his forehead. “Speaking of which, are you ready Joonie?”

You heard the man groan before he responded, “You know I am, hyung.” He must have been sitting there, waiting his turn and jerking his cock for at least 20 minutes while Yoongi and Hoseok had worked you over. Hoseok was kneeling next to you on the couch, matching Yoongi’s position on your left. He hadn’t spoken since he pulled out of you, busting his load all over your “pretty pussy”, as he liked to call it. He was hard again and tugged at himself furiously with one hand while the other gently kneaded your right nipple, all the while he watched your face contort with pleasure.

Namjoon sauntered forward, his gym-worked body large and tan, his muscles tight and taught with his pent-up sexual energy. He looked down at you with a look that made you shiver; like you were a piece of meat and he were starving. It made you afraid in the most exciting, anticipated way.

His hard cock in hand, Namjoon bent his knees and began to line himself up, rubbing the head up and down your hole. You whimpered and Namjoon’s focused face broke out into a smirk, “You ready for me, baby?” He asked, looking you in the eyes as he sunk himself into you. You moaned involuntarily, a shuddering sound rattling out of your shaking throat. You heard Hoseok groan beside you, just before he grabbed your face and turned it to him, taking your lips with his own. As Namjoon began pumping himself in and out of you, Hoseok’s tongue played inside of your mouth. Yoongi sucked in a sharp breath, apparently very pleased with what he was seeing.

“Isn’t that cunt just as tight as I said, Namjoon?” Yoongi asked, making the younger man chuckle.

“Fuck yes, hyung.” You heard Namjoon spit, and felt the warmth fall onto your pussy (as if you need the extra lubrication). “She’s gotten so fucking wet, she really must love this.”

You felt Yoongi’s hand return to your clit, beginning to rub painfully slow circles while Namjoon fucked you. “Oh, she does,” He said, more for you than for Joon. “She’s such a horny little slut, I know she’s dreamed about taking cock, one after the other like this.”

Your walls impulsively tighten at the name-calling, and you moaned into Hoseok’s mouth. You heard Namjoon curse at the constriction and Hoseok pulled his mouth off of yours, looking at you, out of breath and intense.

You felt your orgasm begin to approach once again, that heat building inside you. You turned to your left, seeing your boyfriend staring at you, his tongue dancing across his lips as he watched you squirm. You didn’t even need to ask, he knew just by looking at you. He smirked.

“You’ve done so good, Jagi. Go ahead, baby, cum for us.”

You let out a breath, allowing yourself finally to let the wave come, take you over. Your head fell back to the couch cushion, your eyes half-lidded but locked with your beautiful, wonderful, kind boyfriend’s as his hand sped up. Namjoon was pounding into you, no doubt reaching his peak as well. You felt Hoseok’s lips on your ear, muttering absolute filth to you as you crested your high, “Such a sweet slut, so good for us. You love getting fucked silly, don’t you…”

You came and you came hard, Namjoon bottoming out and shuddering as he emptied himself into your pussy. Hoseok licked the shell of your ear and Yoongi’s hand slowed as you crested, and then eased back down from your ecstasy.

The four of you were all silent for a moment, panting and recovering from the orgiastic energy you had all spent. Namjoon was the first to move, rising from his hunched position over you and pulling out, leaving you feeling strange and empty. You raised your left hand and cupped your boyfriend’s face. His hand moved to cover yours and he broke into a genuine, gummy smile. How could he be so cute seconds after this actual foursome? Unbelievable.

“That was amazing, Jagiya.” He said, turning and kissing your palm. “You looked so beautiful like that, getting pleasured by all three of us. Thank you for doing this, Jagi.”

You let out a weak chuckle, feeling so spent, so thankful, so loved by him. “No baby,” you said, leaning in for a kiss, “Thank you.”

[biaswreckme]

if we live fast | namgiseok

Summary: Namjoon liked to think he was someone who excelled at exerting self-control. or Namjoon's reaction to Yoongi and Hoseok in the Run BTS dance practice.

Pairing: Namjoon/Yoongi/Hoseok

Member: Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok

Length: 500 words

Genre: smut

Rating: 18+

Triggers/Warnings: threesome, smut is not exactly explicit but it's there, Doms Hoseok and Yoongi, Sub Namjoon, implied aftercare

You can read it on: AO3

Namjoon liked to think he was someone who excelled at exerting self-control. Sometimes he could not truly hide his emotions and would clench his jaw, visibly reacting in some more extreme situations.

The first time he had truly lost himself had been after their online concert, Yoongi and Hoseok caging him in reaction to their performance in the made up boxing ring, all the pushing around and the intensity of the lyrics being too hot, too sweaty, too much.

And then that day happened. That day he had to exert the most of his self-control. 

It started with Jimin showing up for the dance practice filming with wait was that a sweatshirt, riding up and showing his torso in certain movements, and there was not a single person in the room not hypnotized by it. 

Hoseok with his ferocity and seriousness as a dance leader almost always messed with Namjoon, especially when they’d had a moment alone earlier, only teases and promises of more. Namjoon had already been on the edge for a while when he showed up like that. How dare you show up with a bun and looking like that. There was something about the way Yoongi carried himself for that practice, and when Namjoon caught a subtle smirk between him and Hoseok, he knew he was in for a treat later.

He tried to focus, but could feel his mind slipping at times, getting distracted by his thoughts, wanting to be pressed between their bodies, to feel their passion.

At a certain point he didn’t care anymore if the others knew how he was feeling.

As soon as they stopped filming and were happy with the content, he let himself be led away from the room, out into the cars and into one of their apartments. The ride had never seemed shorter yet at the same time longer; it was paradoxical yet in his mind it made complete sense.

They were in a hush and he didn’t really care where he was in space and time, the only thing he cared about was being sandwiched between their two hot bodies, both Hoseok and Yoongi tugging at his hair, making him kneel before them, his mouth open and eyes closed, just letting himself feel and be wrecked. At one point he lost his clothes, maybe they were still at the company, maybe they were scattered in the room they were in. At another point his hips were being hoisted up, his face down on a soft cushion, his mouth being gently open. Himself being split open, stretched, gaped, maneuvered to their pleasure. 

Hazily he looked up and Yoongi’s hair was falling out of the bun, sweat covering his temples, some of it dropping down on him, Hoseok’s body behind him making him feel oh so small. There was nothing but them and their kind words being whispered in contrast with their mean actions that later turned into loving affirmations and caresses to slowly bring him back to himself.

[yoongyeah2910]

''Whoever kisses first loses and has to be bottom...''

Yoonseok - smut

Notes:

Top Hoseok, bottom Yoongi

Chapter Text

“Whoever kisses first loses and has to be bottom.”

Yoongi was mad at himself for suggesting this. How could he win when Hoseok looks the way he does?

“I wanna kiss you so bad but I also wanna fuck you so hard.” He whispered.

Hoseok smiled. Their foreheads and noses were pressed together, their breaths mixing. Yoongi moved so his face was in the crook of his neck.

“Neck kisses count.” Hoseok said.

“If you want to be bottom just hurry up and lose already.”

“Who said I did?” he smirked.

Yoongi groaned. He inhaled deeply, smelling his cologne. He couldn’t stop imagining attacking his neck and leaving as many marks as he could. Instead, he took off Hoseok’s shirt and pushed him to lay down. Yoongi trailed over to his nipple and licked it.

“I think this is cheating.” Hoseok said.

“I’m licking, not kissing.” Yoongi replied. He flicked his tongue over the bud.

Hoseok set his hand in his hair. “This isn’t fair.”

Yoongi had to keep reminding himself not to suck on it, since that would be a kiss. His tongue travelled up to Hoseok’s neck and over his lips.

“Definitely not fair.” Hoseok said.

Yoongi smirked.

“Fine. Two can play at that game.” Hoseok told him. He pushed him back to switch their positions, kneeling in between his legs. He started taking his pants off.

“Really?” Yoongi said. “I don’t think this is allowed.

Hoseok leaned down to his crotch once his pants were off. “You only said kissing.” He reminded. He nuzzled his face into his cock.

Yoongi let out a quiet moan. He brushed the hair out of Hoseok's face with his fingers. He watched Hoseok lick his clothed dick, making it further harden. He rubbed his tongue on it. Yoongi almost took off his underwear right then.

Thankfully, Hoseok did so himself. He licked a wide stripe up his length. Yoongi bit his lip. He wanted his cock in his mouth so badly.

He lasted a few more moments. Yoongi sat up and pinned Hoseok down by his shoulders. They looked at each other, Yoongi’s eyes filled with lust and Hoseok’s amused.

“Fuck it.” Yoongi whispered. He closed the space between them, automatically pushing Hoseok’s lips apart to enter his tongue. He soon moved to his neck and started making hickeys. He sucked on his supple skin, nibbling and licking it.

Hoseok let out a low moan. “You lose.” He breathed.

“You better fuck me hard.” Yoongi said. He sucked on his earlobe.

“Don’t worry.” Hoseok told him. He took off Yoongi’s shirt and pushed him to lay down. He kissed his chest, frequently moving to his nipples.

“When I say hard I mean no condom, no lube, no prep, nothing.” Yoongi said. He closed his eyes at the feeling of his boyfriend’s mouth on him.

Hoseok trailed down his stomach. “Oh, baby, I have to prep you. I don’t want you to hurt.”

Yoongi propped himself up on his elbows to watch him. “Fine. But make it quick.”

Hoseok made eye contact as he took his cock in his mouth. Yoongi moaned, gripping his hair tight. He enjoyed it but just wanted to be fucked already.

But of course, Hoseok was taking his sweet time. He bobbed his head slowly, his hand playing with his balls. Yoongi groaned and tilted his head back. He was about to beg (more like order) after a few minutes—right when Hoseok moved away.

“Condom?” he asked as he got the lube from the bedside table.

“No, and hurry up.” Yoongi snapped.

Hoseok smirked. He squirted lube on his hand and rubbed it around Yoongi’s hole, also going to his cock. Yoongi lifted his legs out of the way. Hoseok pushed in two fingers at once.

“Ah–” Yoongi yelped at the pain. He moaned when Hoseok started thrusting them. He winced once more when he entered the third, but his expression turned to that of pleasure as Hoseok scissored and curled them.

“Was that fast enough for you?” Hoseok leaned over him and took his fingers out.

Yoongi nodded. He cupped Hoseok’s face and kissed him. He felt Hoseok line up and push in, making him moan. Hoseok rolled his hips at a slow pace.

“So tight,” he breathed, kissing Yoongi’s jaw.

Yoongi moved his hands to grab his ass. “I said fuck me hard.”

He felt Hoseok smile. “Have some patience, will you?”

“I should’ve never suggest that stupid game.” Yoongi muttered.

Hoseok was still slow, but deepened his thrusts. Yoongi let out small whines. “Another example of how little patience you have. I should tie you up and tease you and see how bratty you get.”

“Definitely not.” Yoongi dug his fingernails into his skin. Hoseok was hitting his prostate each time, causing his whole body to fill with pleasure.

Hoseok went faster eventually. Not soon enough for Yoongi, though. They both moaned with each thrust—Hoseok’s quiet grunts and Yoongi’s whimpers. Hoseok left numerous hickeys on his boyfriend’s neck.

“I’m close,” Yoongi said after a short while. “Touch me.”

“I think I’d like to fuck the cum out of you instead.” Hoseok told him, nipping at his ear.

“Just fucking touch me.” Yoongi groaned.

Hoseok didn’t listen. Yoongi went to jerk himself off, but they were pressed too closely together. He supposes that’s good enough if he can’t have the real thing. The two climaxed around the same time, but Yoongi was first. The euphoric feeling had his eyes rolling back. The sticky liquid rubbing between them was almost a good enough image to get him going again.

Hoseok came with hard thrusts, then sat back and pulled out. He leaned down to eat his cum out of Yoongi’s ass. Yoongi whined and mewled at the oversensitivity.

“See, you lived. Waiting isn’t that bad.” Hoseok said, breathing heavily.

Yoongi was limp on the bed, his eyes closed. “I really want to say fuck you right now but I’m trying to be nice.”

Hoseok laughed. “You wish you could’ve fucked me.”

Yoongi sat up and looked at him. His smug expression riled up his dominance. “I’ll get my revenge.”

“Whatever you say.” Hoseok bent down to peck his forehead before getting up to start cleaning.

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