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cybsoo2 · 8 months ago

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╰┈➤ synopsis — Two failures have unfolded tonight. A failed escape attempt on your part, and a punishment that leaves more lasting damage then the boys had expected.

╰┈➤ pairing — yandere!vminkook x reader

╰┈➤ word count — 4.2k

╰┈➤ content warning — yandere behavior, violence, assault, verbal abuse, injury, strong language, angst, jk’s a bit of a jerk :(

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“NO! NO! PLEASE STOP! I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY!” Shrill screams suffocate the silence. Your useless pleas are ignored as three men carry you back to where you belong. “I WON’T DO IT AGAIN, PLE-”

“BE QUIET!” Jungkook muffles your crying with the palm of his hand. He masks his words with anger to hide his anguish. Your tears create a hole in his heart.

Three sets of hands grasp you tightly. Their rough grip leaves raw imprints onto your wrists and waist. You try to squirm under their hold, and it works for a second when you free your legs to try and kick at them. In the end the struggling creates more problems when Taehyung tears you apart from the others and throws you over his shoulder.

You pound your fists against his back and continue begging to be let go. Pathetic pleas of ‘Please let me go,’ ‘I’ll be good now,’ or ‘I’m sorry, I love you,’ fall down to the forest floor. Your punches grow more panicked and as you fight through your fury, Jimin grabs your wrists to stop you.

“Stop hurting him.” He pleads with you in a gentle tone. He’s two seconds away from bursting into tears, but he chokes his cries back by begging. “I love you, I love you, why can’t you make this easy.” His hushes are spoken as they continue to walk.

Small crystals begin to fall from the sky. Your own crying is muted by Taehyung’s sweater. Your sadness leaves stains that he’ll have to worry about later.

While Jungkook leads the way back to the house, Jimin mutters pretty prayers that you won’t hate them after this punishment. He strokes your hanging head and says, “This is for the better, you’ll understand once it’s over.”

Jungkook successfully navigates your way through the forest and the backyard of your home peeks out of the treeline. Once you step out under the protection of the bristles and branches, the rain begins to leave you drenched. It’s an uncomfortably cold wetness that makes you shift atop Taehyung’s shoulder. Jimin and Taehyung lead you to the middle of the backyard and you’re lifted off Tae’s shoulder to stand on two feet.

You shiver against Taehyung’s chest. He holds you tightly to him with his gentle hands holding your hips. His touch doesn’t hurt, but it’s strong enough to let you know you won’t be able to get away again. He stares straight ahead to where Jungkook walks away back into the house. An anxious feeling buries its way into your bones once you pick up on his nervous ticks. He shifts his weight and tugs you tighter against him. His jaw is clenched, keeping secrets stored about what sort of punishment you’ll be subject to. Despite being so close, he keeps his distance. Usually so affectionate, now he doesn’t make a move to melt into you. He keeps his head up against the rain and doesn’t spare you a single look.

Jimin can barely contain the nervous jitters that jostle him. His uneasy eyes switch between you and Jungkook’s figure now emerging from the house. He carries cold chains that hang over his shoulders and wrap around his wrists. They’re so long that the excess drags down behind him.

The sight of the chains instills an instant panic. You tremble against Taehyung’s touch and forget how to breathe when Jungkook’s footsteps get closer. Shocked by a sudden rush of adrenaline, you strike Taehyung in the gut and turn to run. You only make it a few steps before you’re forced to the ground. Jimin slams into you and you fall face-first into the cement. He catches your arms as they thrash about and holds them in a vice-grip. Taking your wrists with one hand, he reaches down to your waist and flips you over.

The next thing you see is Taehyung in front of your face. He straddles over you with his knees restraining your legs. His hands slide up to your shoulders, staring at you with dead eyes.

You’re forced away from Taehyung’s gaze when Jungkook tugs at your hair, turning your eyes up to focus on him.

“If you want to act like an ungrateful bitch, then we’ll treat you like one.” The venom he spits strikes your heart. It stings to be subject to his twisted tongue. Cruel words collide with their punches. The cold chain wrapped around your leg is the only thing keeping you connected with the world. You’re so sure that if you didn’t have this steel tether, you’d be beaten down to hell by the heat of their attacks.

You’re struck with kicks and punches from one while another assaults you with rotten words. Someone else is settled at your side, holding down your body despite your stillness.

You blocked out most of their beating. Seeing those loveless eyes sent you into isolation. The bleeding and bruising so overwhelming that you ended up running away from your mind. Yet, you remember the rain. It cried alongside you, relentless and cruel. Your focus found the sky and stayed there until they were done.

A semi-silence wraps itself around the four of you. Only small pants for breathe and soft sobbing are audible. The rain blends into the background as you focus on the three men that now stand above you. It’s so dark out you can hardly see their faces. Black borders surround your shaking body and stare. You now realize that this midnight madness has come to an end.

You now sit as a sobbing mess under the crying sky. The rain ricochets off your beaten body. Rain and tears fall forever; all sorrow is soaked back into the earth. The cold air kisses all the skin you have to spare. The metal chain wrapped around your leg clanks together due to your violent shaking.

No matter how much the cold bites at your back, your heart feels more frostbitten. You can barely even feel the phantom kicks and punches anymore. Your mind only replays the memories of them turning their backs as you beg.

Did you really go too far? Did you fuck up so badly that life will be even more tortuous than before? Even if you hated them for stealing your freedom and feelings away, at least they loved you. They showed you kindness and empathy. Such curious killers that haven’t shown you any animosity since they stole you away.

Each raindrop that falls rips into your heart even further. This punishment is proof of your wrongdoing. You don’t even care about the beating at this point, you only yearn to be loved. To be caressed and cradled with care. Do they still love you? Can you prove to them that you can be better than this, that you will be better. Even a hopeless situation can feel the opposite when love turns your attention the other way.

You hadn’t even felt scared when they began to cut and kick you. You deserved it didn’t you? How selfish of you to keep denying these soulmates your love. They’ve given everything they have to make you happy and you went and threw it in the trash.

You don’t want to suffer any more. Maybe making the best out of this broken life will bring better days.

As you lay lifeless on the pavement, scarlet sorrows spill out of you. It covers the concrete and coats every inch of your existence. As you fall under sleeps spell, you dream of three men. You imagine a man with black hair holding you close. The second fights off the rain with an air of annoyance. And the final illusion soothes away your sadness.

Taehyung finds himself trying to fight off the darkness that suffocates him. The house is too silent and still. It makes him anxious. He wants to peek out the window to check the damage they’ve done, but Jimin grabs his shoulder and guides him upstairs. A dark despair stains the cream carpet as he slowly makes his way upstairs. Jimin and Jungkook drag themselves ahead of him. A heavy weight holds them down. Their shoulders slump and their smiles sag.

So slowly, they remove their shoes as they continue their steps and throw them every which way. Soaked shirts and wet pants are quickly taken off.

“We’ll just leave her like that for a little bit.” Jungkook mumbles with an exhausted expression. “Once we warm up and clean off we can go back and get her.”

“Isn’t that too long?” Jimin holds hesitance between two lips. His eyebrows frown and he purses his lips in pain. Everything about Jimin shows he’s doubting his decisions. He already began to regret his actions once the rain relapsed.

“She has to realize there’s consequences for her dumb decisions.” Jungkook stares into Jimin and his tired teary eyes give away everything. “I love her too and I don’t like hurting her. But we can’t let her think she can try running away whenever she wants.”

“But what if she just ends up hating us even more.” Jimins words tremble with terror. Shining streaks start to fall off his face as he fails to hold back his tears.

Taehyung turns Jimin towards him and rubs his shoulder as an attempt to soothe him. “She just has to learn her lesson. Then we’ll rush right back out and fix everything. We’ll clean her cuts and warm her up,” Taehyung tilts his head to look Jimin in the eyes. “It’ll be okay.”

No one says anything about the lie that leaves Taehyung’s lips. Hopeless words slide down a throat better when they’re coated in honey. Three men tell each other little lies to keep themselves from collapsing. However, they can only float in a fool’s paradise for so long before they come crashing down.

As the three men take turns in the shower, a sick sense of guilt begins to smother them. A cold chill creeps into their bones that not even a sweltering shower can wash away.

An hour has passed by before they decide your punishment has reached its end. The clock strikes 2 and three sets of feet stumble over each other. Everyone trying to be the first to erase their terrible torment. The boys scramble down the stairs, only tripping two times in the restless race.

They pick you up off the pavement and you welcome their warmth in the rain.

You cling to Jimin like an extra layer of clothes; he holds you in his arms with a warm welcome. He tugs you closer to his chest, small squeezes and sniffles fill in the silence. In an awkward position, Jimin shuffles the both of you into the house and upstairs with Taehyung leading the way. Jungkook trails closely behind, shushing your cries and smoothing down your hair.

They don’t speak about the pain and punishment other than the consistent mumbles of ‘I’m sorry.’

Your silence scares them. Somehow, it feels easier to be faced with your hatred and indifference than nothing at all. Although, they still hang on to a small sliver of hope that they haven’t lost you yet. They can see the subtle way you grasp onto Jimin’s jacket; holding on with white knuckles as if it’s a lifeline. There’s a shimmer of sadness in your eyes, bordering on bittersweet emotions. They can tell you’re hanging onto the same fated string as them. The four of you have nothing but hope.

These three men don’t know how to be gentle. They’re love is rough and full of risks. And you don’t know how to be docile. You’d weren’t made to shrink down smaller just so they can control you. But when you reach the bathroom and they tell you to sit, you obey so easily. This change is for the better. The first step to an easier life. Four fated fools that all long for love. Stripping away the pieces of singularity to forcibly fit the puzzle.

You’re sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter. Taehyung sat at your side to keep you company. Jungkook and Jimin have wandered off to wherever they went. Most likely getting stacks of medical supplies. Taehyung takes your hand and rests his head on your shoulder. You lean back against the mirror, screwing your eyes closed when another sharp sting of pain presses into your side. Taehyung gives a squeeze to the hand he’s holding, silently begging the boys to hurry up. As if they heard his prayers, Jungkook and Jimin reach the bathroom in record time. Jimin takes a seat on the toilet while Jungkook rummages through the first aid kit.

The small boy at your side lays his head down on your leg. His tears sink into your soaked blue jeans. Anxieties taste like acid on his tongue. And when he leaves lingering kisses to the cuts that litter your legs, that tainted taste is now blurred with blood. He wears your crimson carnage like lipstick. The blood smeared all across his face. Attempting to drown out your pain with passion. His kisses then crawl upwards. Coming close to the cuts on your stomach that Jungkook is stitching up. Every time you wince from the needle stabbing into your skin, Tae and Jimin take turns trying to distract you.

While Jungkook cleans up your cuts, he asks the others to tend to your bruises. Taehyung takes the ointment from Jungkook’s open hands. He takes a generous amount and mixes it around, efficiently warming it up. Heartbroken bruises burn against his tender touch. The tiniest of touches burns through your bones. A small gasp that stumbles out of your lips causes him to still. He stares at you with wide eyes, waiting for you to tell him to continue.

Through clenched teeth you mumble a weak, “Keep going.” He hesitates but abides by your words. He traces your bruises with the tips of his fingers, leaving behind hearts that beg for forgiveness. He stares at your scarlet stained features while he trails shapes up your hips and along your arms. A look of pain is plastered on your face. He shares your sadness, taking each tear that escapes your eyes as another stab of torment.

Jungkook stands between your legs. He works with a deep set determination. Diligent and dangerous with how he handles the needle. He’s quick with every stitch, cursing under his breath every time you pull back in pain. And every so often, when a scarce cry escapes you, he lets his hand slip. Stabbing his skin ever so slightly to feel even an inkling of the pain he’s caused you. Putting pressure on the cut and combining your blood with his.

Jungkook tries to keep you as steady as possible while he puts together the pieces of their destruction. He lets you lean into Taehyung’s chest and be tainted with touches by Jimin. He doesn’t have time to envy their affections. So, he keeps on stitching, doing the dirty work when the others can’t bear the burden.

Taehyung and Jimin wrap you in white bandages. You lay limply against Jungkook. Breathing shallow breaths and whispering into his ear, “Do you still love me?”

Jungkook could cry right there. Break down in the bathroom under the weight of his wrongdoing. He can’t hide his emotions when it comes to you. He struggles to stay strong. Hot tears trail down his face and he squeezes his eyes shut, hoping the teardrops will come to a stop.

“How could you ever think that?” His voice shakes under ultimate sadness. “I love you more than you can imagine. So much so that it makes me sick, and I can’t stand the thought of you ever leaving me. Leaving us.” He raises his hand to run through your hair. Gently pushing your face down to sit on his shoulder. Away from his face and naive to the sobs he tries to stifle.

When they finish fixing you up, you’re held together by silver string and rotten, red kisses. Taehyung pulls you off the counter and cradles you close to his heart. He carries you to the bedroom and doesn’t let go even when you’ve already reached the bed. He sits you on his lap and watches as the other two rush around him. In a frantic frenzy, they rush to turn off the lights (leaving on the bedside lamp), bundle you in blankets, and grab a dry change of clothes.

When Jungkook can’t seem to find your clothes fast enough, Taehyung takes matters into his own hands. Sliding off his shirt and slipping it over your shoulders. He then works to slide off your drenched jeans. He leaves your legs bare but covers you in a burden of blankets. Tucking in the corners and tying you up tight.

Jimin enters the room with water and what seems to be small pills. He kneels down in front of you, his hand resting on your knee and holding out a remedy.

“Take these,” he drops the pills into your empty palm, “and drink some water to wash them down.” You pop the pills into your mouth one by one, washing them down with the water.

Once everything starts to settle, silence shushes the room and darkness bleeds in through the blinds. You all begin to feel the remnants of your adrenaline-rush. An uneasy exhaustion sticks to your skin. You crawl under the covers and seek solace in their embrace.

Taehyung drags his fingertips over the skin of your spine. A gentle touch that attempts to settle your shivers and sooth your sadness. The movements are slow, and he distracts himself by counting each indent his fingers reach. He’s cautious to avoid the cuts and bruises, still fresh and fragile. He repeats this motion for many minutes as a way to take both your minds off everything.

Taehyung doesn’t like to think back on the events that unfolded only hours ago. Your betrayal and beating are tucked away behind blinds in the darkest parts of him. Taehyung tucks away his turmoil and sinks into the sheets. He shimmies down deeper into the mass of blankets and bodies. He hopes tomorrow won’t turn out as terrible as today; wishing on a star that you’ll begin to settle into your new life with new lovers. If you never love them like they want, then you’ll just have to learn how. Playing pretend in a dollhouse made for demons.

The silence is split by Jungkook’s concern, “Baby? Are you sure you’re okay?” After the damage they’ve done he feels the need to double check everything.

Your mouth is sealed shut. The words you want to speak stick to your insides. You settle for a small nod against Taehyung’s shoulder. The youngest man outstretches his hand to stroke your hair. With such softness, he presses your head into the pillow. He then makes himself more comfortable, sliding into the sheets and slotting himself in between Taehyung’s touch, and the wall. He does so without lifting the hand that holds your head.

“You’re tired aren’t you? Just try to fall asleep. We’ll be watching over you, don’t worry.” You give a grunt in response. Taehyung’s silent strokes are sending you to sleep, and Jungkook’s fingers running through your hair finally set your heart at ease. Your tiredness takes over and dizzy dreams dance in the distance.

Before you fall asleep, Taehyung tells you one last thing, “I’m sorry we hurt you… I’m sorry we’re so selfish… But we can’t let you go.”

You wake during a wilted sunrise. Pink clouds are beaten bloody leaving bloodstains to soak the sky. The red tint of the light lingers above you. The blinds allow just the slightest sliver of sunshine into the room.

Your tired eyes struggle to see in the dark. Fighting off the fatigue only takes a minute or two before clarity can calm you. You drag your head up higher on Taehyung's chest, trying to catch a glimpse of his face. He sleeps soundly under the scarlet sunrise. Short puffs of air tickle your nose whenever he takes a breath.

You look over to your left and see that Jungkook is also a slave to slumber. His youthful features appear worn and weary even in his sleep.

Even if you can’t check behind you to see, you can only assume that Jimin hasn’t woken up from your movement. As his body had sunken into soft slumber, his weight seemed to have doubled. Heavy limbs are draped over you with a possessive person that lags behind. This burden begins to grow painful as your fresh bruises blossom in irritation. You shift closer to Tae, trying to escape the pressure that piles on top of you. When you move only a millimeter to the left, you’re stuck with a sudden pain that leaves you paralyzed. Shot with an icy wave of shock, you struggle to suck in a single breath. A crippling pain swarms in your stomach. It stirs up a sickness that threatens to spill out of you. You slap a hand to your mouth, forcing the feeling back down.

Once the nausea wanes away, the ache in your abdomen appears to triple. You attempt to stifle a sob, but you should have known that any slight discomfort from you is bound to be discovered. Jungkook begins to stir from the subtle noise.

He can feel you trembling under his touch. Your name falls from his lips in pure panic. His eyes search your body for any signs of harm. His hands ghost over the bruises that are turning blue. A frown forms when looking at the white bandages that cover the cuts he caused. When he can’t find anything out of the ordinary, he switches his sight to stare right into your eyes. “Is it hurting again? Is it the bruises or the cuts?” Concern chokes him. Sin and shame sting like a venom in his veins.

You’re still struggling to take control of your tears. Hiding them with your hands and biting back your cries. Jungkook grows more anxious with each second that wastes away. “What do you need? Anything, anything at all. How can I help?” He reaches out to remove your hands in front of your face.

A fit of coughing chokes you. Jungkook acts fast, sitting up to steady you. His hands almost hover, afraid to cause you anymore harm. But when a second round of coughing and crying starts up, he takes you in his arms. The rapid movements rouse Taehyung from his slumber. His words are slurred with sleep when he asks “Are you okay?” and “What’s happening?” Neither you nor Jungkook answer him.

Your agony is over spilt and you start coughing all over again. A silver taste mixes with your saliva. “Jungkook,” A tremor takes over your tone. “Jungkook, it hurts.”

“I know, baby. I know. But where does it hurt?” He runs his rough hands along your back. Settling the shivers that trail up your spine. He shushes your cries and tilts your head up to him. He stares into the saddest sight he’s ever seen. Red-rimmed eyes, pathetic whimpers of pain, and a bottom lip so bitten it’s bleeding. He feels an ache in his chest at your pitiful appearance. He uses his thumb to pull your lip from in between your teeth.

It’s at this time when Taehyung starts to shake off the effects of a deep sleep. He sits up and leans against your back. One arm is used to steady himself while the other wraps around your waist. His fingers are tied up with the bottom of your (his) shirt. He fidgets with the fabric, trying to focus his mind on anything other than the sounds of your sobbing. He tucks his head over your shoulder and squeezes you a little tighter.

“It’s my stomach that hurts. I think I might throw up.” At your words, Taehyung loosens up his grip. Instead, he sticks his hand under your shirt to soothe your stomach. He draws circles with his thumb and follows Jungkook’s lead.

“Come on, let’s get you to the bathroom then.” Jungkook pulls you up, letting you lean on him as he prepares to take you to the bathroom. Taehyung trails behind, struggling with the sheets tied around his legs.

“Jimin,” Tae shakes the man rather roughly. “Wake up. Sweethearts not feeling well.” He doesn’t wait for his friend to wake, too restless at the thought of you injured and too far for comfort. He rushes out of the room and stumbles upon a sight he wishes he didn’t have to see.

Blood burns through your throat and the next thing you know scarlet is being spilt onto the tile. You share a shaky look with both boys, tears lining all your eyes. Red runs down your lips and stains your shirt. As you stare at Taehyung, scared out of your skin, he can’t help but think that his selfish, lovesick soul will be the cause of your demise.

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rklve · 1 year ago

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RAINY DAYS | JEON JUNGKOOK - PART ONE

summary: your life choices left not only yours, but jungkook's heart broken in peaces. now you're back in town, and just like pluto, even if it's cold and dark, he tends to orbit around his sun forever.

➣ pairing: jk x f!reader

➣ genre/au: exes to lovers; angst; slow burn; fluff; smut (eventually).

➣ 3.4k words

warnings: e2l. oc broke koo's heart :( but she did not mean it. they both overthink too much. jk is such a pet dad (BAM IS HERE YAY). oc is a confused mess. mutual pining. cursing. a lot of angst (sorry!). jungkook is a simp, head over hells crazy about oc. fluff bc why not. tae is bitter asf but he's right on this one. jk is the best boy I WANT HIM!!!!!!!!!!

song inspo: rainy days — V

wish I knew how to find the way right back to you, on rainy days like

part one | part two | drabble one

“I can't take it anymore,” Jungkook says as he stumbles for the seventh time on his feet walking around the living room “I’m losing my mind, Bamie.”

The dog looks at his owner with his head pointed sideways as if he understands what he’s been sorrowing about for the past 10 minutes. The rain pours angrily outside the apartment, Jungkook sighs as he realizes talking to his big ass puppy won’t solve any of his problems.

“She’s like, 5 min away from us, Bam! I should text her, right?”

He looks over his phone again, your instagram story is open and a picture of a window full of raindrops is seen — he knows where you’re at, you’ve both been to that coffee shop over a hundred times for the past years now. Can’t remember the last time he’s been to that place ‘cause he couldn’t stand the thought of being there without you. Now he’s wondering, wondering, wondering. Wonders if you’re back for real this time. If you are alone. If you are thinking about him too. Wonders what would happen if he just replied your story right now.

@jeonjk97: heard it’s the best caramel macchiato in town 👍

No— that’s too lame. Quickly erases the message.

@jeonjk97: want a ride home? it’s pretty bad outside.

Throws his phone on the sofa as he realizes he doesn’t know if you would accept his offer, doesn’t know if you’re sharing an apartment with Lola again either. Realizes he doesn’t know anything that’s been going on with you for a while now. More than what you let your 897 followers on Insta know too, at least. Blames himself for it, but knows it was for the best. Misses you like a fucker anyway.

“I should just call her.”

He picks up his phone, then also realizes he deleted your number months ago so he wouldn’t call you whenever his drunk ass thought it was the right thing to do.

“For fucks sake, grow some balls, Jungkook” he whines angrily at the air purifier as if it is the source of his problems. “Okay, Taehyung will know what do.”

He calls his best friend quickly, and prays Taehyung picks up before he grabs his car keys and drives himself to the colorful little cafe at the end of the street. Remembers how much you loved that place and the cookies they served. One caramel macchiato with extra topping and two medium chocolate cookies. You always ordered the same thing. Every damn time. Said it was in you, to never let go of the things you loved. You let go of him anyway.

“Jungkook-ah! Why are you calling? I told you I can't go out—“

“She’s back in town.” He cuts Taehyung abruptly and suddenly the other line is mute as well. Probably doesn’t believe it’s happening just as Jungkook didn’t believe himself minutes ago.

“Man, are you sure? Like, back for real?” he says, and Jungkook swears he can hear the disbelief in his tone from the other side. Yeah, he knows Taehyung is full of his late night calls to talk about you. Knows he is the one that’s been listening to it for months now —besides from his dobermann, of course— he’s the one who gets it, ‘cause he’s the only one who feels bitterly betrayed too. You were one of his best friends and yet, he didn’t knew your plans to move out from Busan as well.

“Aish, I’m not sure hyung. But she posted a picture a little while ago at the cafe down the street.” he blurted out, “Can’t even think straight now, man. You think she’s back for the holidays?”

Taehyung wondered for a little while. It was still August, Chuseok was weeks later. He didn’t say it out loud, but it wasn’t like you to drop work for so long, even if it was to visit your hometown. Nevertheless, he didn’t want Jungkook to get his hopes up. He knows how he is. Doesn’t want to see his friend’s heart breaking all over again.

“Mmm. Maybe, don’t know.” he sighed out loud “I thought we agreed to unfollow her after the second month.”

He hears Jungkook’s sad chuckle on the other side of the line, “Yeah, we did.”

Taehyung knows Jungkook wouldn’t bring himself to do it tho, and now he just confirms it. Being a little bit more resentful than Jungkook gave him the motivation to do so, but it doesn’t mean he hasn’t been missin’ your ugly face.

“Ok, so I need you to refresh my mind now. Tell me something so I won’t step outside that door right this second and make a fool of myself.” Jungkook continues to talk as if he’s been charged on 220W. And maybe he was. His heart has never beaten so fast for the past twelve months. His hair is all over the place from the countless times he grabbed it since he saw your photo. The tip of his fingers are tingling. Yeah, maybe he’s been electrocuted or something.

“Go.”

“What?” Jungkook says in disbelief. Doesn’t think he hears straight, ‘cause Taehyung would be the last one to say such a thing.

“I said go, Jungkook.” he sighs for what it seems to be the tenth time on the phone call. “I know you need this. You haven’t been yourself for so long now. You two have to talk properly at some point.”

“Ay, how frustratin really—” he tsks.

“For real, man. Go. Now.” he firmly says “What’s the worst she can do, leave?” Jungkook senses the bitter words coming from Taehyung’s mouth. He knows he’s not mad at you, just hurt. Knows Taehyung would forgive you in a heartbeat if you said how sorry you were for everything that went thru. Wonders if he would forgive you that easily too. But he knows his friend is right. He needs closure. Needs this.

“Yeah. Right.” he bites his lips and looks around. Sees Bam looking at him, as if he’s expecting an action from him too. “I’ll talk to you later, bro. Thanks.”

He turns off the phone and grabs his car keys tightly. Yeah, he’s doing it. Won’t think too much, it’s better this way. He will get in the car, drive for 5 minutes. Enter the coffee shop. Order. Pretend he doesn’t know you’re there. Eventually look over the spot he knows you’re at, the same table over the corner where you two always used to sit together, by the large window. Grab the coffee and go over casually, ask how you’ve been. Offer you a ride home —to your parents, probably, since you moved out from your apartment on the neighborhood for a while now. Say it’s because of the rain, he knows you hate to ask for Ubers on the rain. Didn’t trust just anyone driving on bad weather. Such a smart girl. He misses the shit out of you.

“Damn, ok. Pack it up, man.”

He calls Bam to his house and watches as the dog quickly follow his lead, as if he knows Jungkook is too anxious to play around right now. “Dad will be back soon, okay? Behave.”

And so he checks out his hair one last time on the mirror at his bathroom and goes before he changes his mind.

The drive is pretty quick. It’s actually a route he does walking, but it’s still pouring rain so he’s carrying on. On a rainy day. To a coffee shop. To get a coffee he could have made at the comfort of his home with his own little coffee machine. But it’s okay, he will just play pretend for this time.

He stops the car and just realizes he forgot his umbrella. “Are you fucking serious, Jungkook?”

Great. Brilliant. He feels so fucking dumb right now.

Thankfully, due to the cold season he was wearing his black sweatshirt and sweatpants so the rain wouldn’t do so much damage. He quickly got off the car and ran inside the cafe.

Surprisingly, it was full for a rainy night. Perhaps everyone had the usual thought; too lazy to make their own foods, they step out to grab something warm on the best coffee in the neighborhood.

Jungkook plays the script on his head over and over again as he whipes his hair side to side like a fluffy dog to get rid of the water that soaked it a little bit.

He looks ahead to the counter and his mind goes blank as he sees you over there now. At the little chair on the middle of the cafe. You seem lonely, messing with your hair a little bit, making a braid with a single tiny lock. It’s an old habit to make time pass, and Jungkook hates he remembers every little detail about you. His heart now has stopped, dropped to his knees. He really misses you.

“Bee!” the waiter calls, and Jungkook recognizes the nickname. Knows it’s you, ‘cause he’s the one that gave it to you years ago. Used to call you bee just to make fun of you, ‘cause you’re such a sweet tooth. Never met someone that loves sugar more than you do, so he started to call you that since you two became friends.

He watches at the end of the waiting line as you get up, straight your hand and pick up two cookies in a little pink plate. Chocolate chips cookies. Your favorite. His favorite as well.

You start to eat slowly so he averts his eyes. Doesn’t want to be catch staring and look like a fucking weirdo. It’s not like he drove here to see you. Talk to you. Not at all, the coffee here is great.

Finally the line walks and it’s his turn. “One black coffee, please. No sugar.” He says softly and suddenly feels his neck start to tingle. Knows you just realized he’s here, and you’re staring at him. Pretends he doesn’t tho, so continues to talk to the waitress as she asks who she would call when it’s ready “JK.” he says, then turns around to look for somewhere to sit and wait for the order. Looks over the table that you originally were, the one you posted a photo of. Then realizes now there’s a couple there, laughing together and taking pics of each other. He knows you. Knows you most likely offered the clingy couple the table, cause the house is full, and you wouldn’t take the table just for yourself. Even if it meant you would end up eating by the counter on the little puffed chair, you loved to drool over the pastries anyways.

He slowly looks the other way. Knows you’re on this direction so he has to be careful. You’re looking down. Seem sad all of the sudden and he just wants to hug you. For fucks sake. This is harder than he thought.

He sighs again as he realizes the only spots available are the 2 chairs on your right. He chooses the one that’s a little bit far just to be safe.

As he walks down, his chest tightens a little bit more. Now he doesn’t know what he’s doing here. It was a bad idea. Doesn’t even remember what the plan was at the first place.

He can smell your perfume as he walks past you and it’s like someone punches his stomach. Your sweet smell fills his nostrils and he just wants to be closer. Shove his nose on your hair like he used to. Then go down your neck and feel your skin respond with little goosebumps as he moves along it softly. Damn it. Jungkook wants to curse the life out of you but he can’t even bring himself to be mad right now. Only knows he misses you. Your touch. Your kiss. You.

Finally he sits and pretends as if he didn’t notice you there, continually looking over his phone as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world trying to figure out what to do next.

“JK!” The waitress calls him and he’s put out of his own world, looking up right away. You seem to be startled too as you look directly at him. You two look at each other for what seems to be minutes in a trance. You give him a tiny smile. He gives one back.

“JK!” he hears the call again and pulls himself out of the trance, going to grab the coffee from the waitress who’s on your left side. He pays for it and looks at you again. You’re still looking at him. Kinda unsure on how to act, he figures. It’s okay, cause he doesn’t know how to either.

As he sits, now on the chair closer to your right, he looks straight ahead and takes a gulp of the coffee. “Fuck!” he curses and pulls the coffee cup away as he burns his tongue with the damn thing.

You laugh thru your nose and his ears rapidly catch the sweet sound he used to hear all the time. Looks sideways to you, “Funny, huh?” he feels the air a little bit less heavy now, and he’s relieved.

“You just never change, Koo.” you say, still with that damn smile on your face he adores so much. He can’t take his eyes off of you. Realizes he never got over you, not even for a second. Probably never will.

“Don’t call me that.” those damned butterflies on his guts as he digests what you’ve said. You know it’s his favorite nickname. Knows only you call him by it. Knows he melts alway with this shit everytime.

You’re staring at him like that. So pretty. Soft brown sparkly eyes he missed so much. Now they seem to start hardening. “I’m sorry.” You say with a broken voice, and he feels the air shift all over again in a matter of seconds. Doesn’t know if you’re apologizing for the sweet nickname. For leaving him. For not calling. For not coming back. For everything.

“How’s everything?” He tries to ease the air back again. “It’s been a minute.”

He sees the corner of your lips tremble a little bit and you gulp. His chest pangs. Wonders if he did the right thing by pretending you never existed for the past months now. Just wants to make up for all the time both of you lost.

“Yup, it has.” You reply after a while. “I’m doing okay. What about you?”

You look up at him like everything is okay. If he didn’t know you, he would believe you were. But he knows better. You can’t hide anything from him, really. At least that’s what he thought. Knows he could be wrong, just like he was a year ago too.

“Cool. I’m cool.” he licks his dry lips and starts to think about his next move. Mind starts to blow up, a trillion thoughts at the same time and he’s back at it again. Can’t put his neurons to work properly. You’re actually right here in front of him, how is he supposed to?

Seems like you’re struggling yourself too. He doesn’t know if you’re trying to come up with an excuse to leave right now, or trying to find a subject in common as well.

You stare at your now half eaten cookie like it’s the most valuable thing in the world. The other one is already on the bag to go. You probably were planning on taking home to eat when the late night sweet crave hits you, like he remembers. Will put it on the microwave so it gets warm again and take a cup of milk with you, like you used to. Turn on netflix and watch one of those lame cooking programs, ‘cause you loved to waste your time watching people losing their heads to make giant chocolate sculptures. He secretly loved watching it with you. It’s the reason he watched every episode back and forth while you were away too.

“Is Bamie okay?” you murmur, now staring at your coffee cup with a little smile, thinking about the little puppy. Remembers how energetic and loving he was. Just like Jungkook. “You haven’t posted him in a while now.”

His tongue feels bittersweet again. He’s somehow happy knowing that you’ve been catching up with his life throught social media, even tho he disappears once in a while. At the same time, he’s sad. You could have been there for Bam. Should have, since you are the one who came up with the idea in the first place. Said he needed a little friend to match up with his chaotic energy. He ended up convinced and adopted the little guy. You always tended to get the best of him. Promised you’d help him to take good care of the baby, but only spent three months with Bam. Still, it’s like the puppy knows something is missing. Every night he looks over the door at any noise, like he’s expecting you to come throught it. Just like Jungkook used to do for the first months back then.

“He’s great, actually. Bigger than I expected him to be. Eats like a fucking bear.” he giggles a little remembering his big boy. “He’s loud too. Don’t know how the neighbors still haven’t ganged up against me to kick us out of the apartment.”

You giggle alongside him imagining the chaos those two must have been doing together. “I figured. You always have spoiled him too much. Told ya he would get bad habits.”

“Hey! You spoiled him too!” he throws it right back. Remembers how you used to let Bam sleep with the two of you on bed. It took him months to break that habit from the puppy’s routine.

You look up at him and smiles. Bright now. You know he’s right. You’ve treated that puppy like it was your own son. Kinda misses the three of you together like a big happy family.

Suddenly a loud thunder is heard and both of you look out the foggy window at the same time. The sky is even darker now, angrily pouring rain like it’s the end of the earth. The coffee shop is emptier. Everyone outside your bubble must’ve realized that it was no longer safe to be out in the streets. But here you two are. Letting time pass by, enjoying each others presence even if it’s kinda weird. Kinda sad after all these months apart.

Jungkook knows it’s time to act. Step up and do what he was planning since he left home. Can’t bring himself to. Is too scared you will say no. Too scared you will let him down again.

“I think I should get going.” you say softly wrapping up what is left of the cookie and putting it on your bag over the counter. “The weather is getting worst.”

“Want a ride home?” Jungkook quickly says before he looses the sudden courage. Sees you're taken aback so he continues, “I know you won’t be able to catch an uber or taxi right now.”

You still wonder a little bit. Jungkook’s anxiety is bubbling up again as he waits your answer. Why can’t you accept a simple offer? You can’t stand the thought of being around him? Do you hate him? Perhaps you don’t want him in your life ever again. You want to stay like this. Just be somebody that he used to know.

And that’s what scares him the most.

“I brought an umbrella” you finally say. Jungkook frowns. Knows you have no umbrella with you, he would’ve seen it by now.

He puffs. Knows it’s bullshit, but won’t call it. “Right. Suit yourself.” Then he gets up, forgets his full coffee by the counter, now cold. He feels fucking cold too. Already regrets coming to this stupid cafe, in this stupid weather, for no stupid reason. He takes his sweatshirt off and puts it over his head so the rain won’t get to him this time. Opens the door.

“Jungkook! Wait!” you suddenly say. “I actually didn’t.” you say pouty, coming up to him.

He doesn’t say anything. Just takes his sweatshirt, puts it over your head instead. He was wearing his taegeuk warriors jersey underneath it, will definitely get soacked but can’t bring himself to care at all. Just cares about you. Holds the glass door for you just like old times. You look up at him with your big doll eyes and he can’t do anything but look back. It’s like you want to talk through them. He wonders what’s going through your pretty little head right now. Probably overthinking too much, just like he does.

“C’mon," he softly says "Let’s get you home.”

yayyy there it goes! my first ff ever i'm so happy <3 this was supposed to be an oneshot but i got carried away and wrote more than i expected so i had to cut it off hehe

also, please be aware that english is not my native language so i’m sorry if there’s any typos 🥹

i'll upload part 2 soon! if you want to be tagged pls comment under the post :) thanks for reading xx

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jiminiecrickets · 8 months ago

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MILK & TWO SUGARS. KTH / M!READER

summary. despite being your subordinate, taehyung relishes in his power over you.

wc. 4.9k

tags. boss/assistant au, dom top!reader, bottom!tae, tae films himself to tease you, oral (r. receiving), office/desk sex, unprotected sex, officemates-with-benefits (sort of)

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the train carriage rocks and rumbles, steel and electricity burning beneath your feet. you hover beside the moving join between carriages, counting down the number of stops until it reaches yours. aside from the not-so-inconspicuous journalist snapping pictures of you across the carriage, it has been a fairly smooth ride.

he's wearing a cap, staring down at the flip-out screen of his dslr, pointed just right in your direction. he's far enough away that the photos probably don't seem that creepy – not i-pretended-to-bump-into-you-for-this-picture creepy, at least – and he's not holding the camera low enough to angle your crotch as the focal point, which is more than you can say for some other journalists. sure, you may have had a wild youth, but you were square now – just a guy in a suit on his phone with a messenger bag strapped across your chest. the most interesting thing about you was the fact that a bouquet of purple and yellow flowers stuck out one end of your bag.

for all the other commuters knew, you were heading home to kiss your wife and your two-and-a-half kids. you would like to keep it that way, isolating yourself with earbuds playing a rotation of your favourite songs.

on your phone, your insanely efficient and ridiculously beautiful personal assistant has just stopped using capital letters and proper punctuation.

seriously where are you? your coffee's going cold :(

you huff. you told him to wait a while longer before grabbing it since you needed to stop by the florist, but he had always been strict about your schedule. if it wasn't on the document, it didn't exist.

a couple more stops to go, you reply, glancing out the windows to ensure you're not getting his hopes up. nine minutes.

can't you get here any faster?

no, taehyung. it's always going to be nine minutes.

despite his profile picture only being his initials – KT, matching at least four other people in your phone – he manages to inject a whole lot of personality into his next message.

then don't walk, desk jockey. what can i do to make you gallop? the bubble of three dots pops up. perhaps i can tempt you over with a carrot?

please stop it with the horse metaphors.

but you're the only one i wanna ride <3

you nearly choke on your saliva, hastily pressing your phone screen to your chest for privacy. you steel your nerves when your phone vibrates again, chasing away the heat crawling rapidly up your neck. you take a deep breath and glance down.

a video. you tap the play button and the window expands to take up your screen.

the first thing you notice is that taehyung's not wearing any pants. he's wearing everything but pants, and you even see a flash of his playful smirk as he tightens his tie when he glances down. he smooths it down, down his stomach, and leans back in a chair.

your chair.

holy shit. he's in your office.

he tucks one foot up onto the edge of your desk, polished pointed shoe pivoting as he makes himself comfortable. he rests on the point of his elbow, cradling his jaw with long slim fingers.

he wraps his slender fingers around his cock, revealing it from beneath the bottom of his crisp white dress shirt. only the bottom sliver of his face is visible, soft and shapely pink lips playing at innocence, tucked teasingly between his front teeth.

your music doesn't provide a buffer anymore. on instinct, you darken your screen and slam the mute button, thumb working at the phone's volume button in excess.

but, because you have terrible vices, you slowly edge the volume back up until his soft, breathy moans rattle in your skull like a marble inside a can of spray paint.

"hey, boss," he whispers, fingers rolling over his reddened tip, cock dark pink and shining in his grip. he plays at formality, straightening his jacket lapel with his free hand. his hand drops down to cup his bare thigh, golden and soft, and slides gently over his skin, back and forth – caressing himself the same way you do. he exhales softly, back arching. the chair's leather shifts audibly. "come grab your coffee, already. aren't you thirsty? i sure am."

dropping his leg, he pushes his shirt up around his chest, and lifts his phone above him with a sound between a hum and a moan. taehyung twists in your black leather chair, its tall slim shape highlighting the way he angles his hips to accentuate his waist and hips and the way his soft thighs fill up the seat of the chair.

you close your eyes for a steadying breath, shifting on the spot as the train pulls up to your station. thank goodness you had the epiphany to wear a dark suit today. it'd be a particularly awkward gossip piece for that journalist – yes, still there – if you'd worn something lighter.

"i'll be waiting, big boy," he coos directly into your ears, the breathiness in his voice and the flush to his cheeks letting you know just how long he's been in your chair.

he's going to be the death of you.

you weave your way through the station, hurrying down the stairs with your phone in a death grip, screen off. it pings when the pedestrian crossing lights turn green and your mouth goes dry at the sight of another video, described only by date and file type. you struggle to swallow.

on his knees, lovely round ass presented to the camera, taehyung pumps three fingers in and out of his slick hole, the shine of lube dripping down his thigh. his moans are quick and muffled by the palm over his mouth, his cheeks glowing pink with desire, and his hips jerk as he pulls his knees close together. his cock presses firmly along the seam of the back of his thighs.

hissing softly, he pulls his fingers out with a slick pop, lubricated until the knuckle. he glides his fingertips around his hole, showing himself off with a soft giggle, and rocks back on them until his cock twitches. it leaks as he fucks himself with them.

"ah...! get down here, already – my fingers aren't as thick as yours, baby. m-maybe i could still come on them, though," he moans slyly, the quick slick sound of his pumping fingers jolting shivers down your spine. "gonna fucking come on myself, come on your desk – every time you enter this office, you're gonna remember the way i made you feel."

he moans with a toss of his head as his hand quickens. his leaking cock pulses and he bounces slightly on his fingers, that little bit of friction from his cock bumping his thighs almost enough.

"what is it... that you said?" he grins back at the camera, dark eyes smoky and devious. "only angels have bodies like mine? well... white was always heaven's colour."

his lips part as his dark brow furrows, his grip tightening on the back of the chair as his hips tremble. his cock explodes with cum, spurting out in thick white ropes that splatter the backs of his thighs like the sweetest glaze. he spreads his jerking, trembling thighs, and his release slowly pools on the black leather between his knees. he pants softly, wordless.

in the silence of your earbuds, your head rings with the anticipation of your pounding heart, nearly sprinting the half-block down to the skyscraper with your last name printed on it. you push through the large glass doors carelessly – they're shatterproof, and they'll survive you shouldering your way through them.

on your phone, taehyung lets out a soft exhale that sinks claws into your brain. glossy white beads drip from the edge of your chair between his unblemished legs, and if that's not a scene of the divine, then you don't know what is.

shit. hastily, you pass the receptionists and slip into an empty elevator someone left behind. swiping your card, you punch the button for the highest floor, and survive the agonising seconds up, dumping your earbuds and phone unceremoniously into your bag.

the elevator dings, and you're shoving yourself through the tiniest gap the moment it appears with a problem in your pants and a problem at your desk.

lazily, taehyung grins, pink tongue swiping over his lips. one hand strokes his pretty cock under the desk, the motion of his arm perfectly clear.

"hey there, big boy," he purrs. "finally here for your coffee, right?"

you grunt noncommittedly, extracting the bouquet of flowers from your bag before dumping the bag on the loveseat by the elevator. you place it in a white vase and wiggle it back into place on the cute pigeonhole shelf.

you turn back to him, and he's standing now, leaning forward over your desk with that same silky smile. "done with playing uncaring? come over here, make me sorry. i've broken your rules, haven't i, boss?"

"you're a real piece of work," you growl, stalking towards him and yanking him away from your desk to survey the damage. time to put in a request for a new chair. you return your gaze to taehyung, who just smiles demurely at you and strokes the bulge in your trousers.

"a piece of art, don't you like telling me?" he teases, nudging your cock with his knuckles. his smile widens as your breath skips like a record player. he pushes you towards the end of your oak desk. "you liked my presents, did you?"

"presents? that was torture," you rumble, placing your hand on top of his head and fisting a handful of his hair. you tug firmly backwards and his eyes roll back briefly as he moans, hands faltering for just a moment as he fiddles with your fly – you smirk at the sight.

his lashes flutter as he regains control, pupils dilating as he gazes up at you from between your thighs. "but you liked them, right, sir?" he asks softly, almost nervously. he fishes your cock out and his breath hitches, his lower lip tugged between his teeth as he stares up at it.

"is the sky blue, dove?" you ask, softening your voice just for him. he melts like chocolate, pressing himself sweetly into you, and you let go of his hair to card it back from his large dark eyes, tucking the stray strands behind his ears. "but i won't say it didn't surprise me. i was on the train."

"your fault when you have a perfectly good car in the garage, sir," he says with a hum, and he kisses the base of your cock. he lifts your hand back to his hair and you guide his head towards the head of your shaft. with a soft moan, he's all yours again to eat and enjoy, those dark brown eyes almost gold in the late afternoon sun.

"i'll let that sass slide because you're usually such a sweet boy," you say softly, humming as he drags his warm tongue over the ridge of your tip. "good. suck."

he loves the way you talk to him with that voice – a voice like chocolate, sweet and thick and dark. he bobs his head, stroking what he can't fit, and he moans when you hit the back of his throat, filling his mouth and stretching his jaw wide. he works at your cock, tongue lapping at the veins, tracing them to your tip and back, and closes his lips around your shaft, gradually getting all of it down his throat.

he clasps your thighs, letting himself enjoy the heft and heat of your cock filling his throat, and his eyes slide closed, the tip of his nose brushing your pelvis. you exhale softly and pat his hair to watch it bounce back into place, tugging the loose beach curls between two fingers and letting them spring back. it's incredibly soft and silky for someone who's dyed his entire head honey blond for at least as long as he's been working for you.

you cup his cheek as he bobs his head, warm tight throat swallowing your cock, constantly squeezing and fluttering, and your hand shifts to his chin, fingers pressed against the bend of his throat where it meets his jaw. gliding your fingers lower, you can feel your cock sliding against the walls of his throat. when he pulls back until just the heavy tip rests on his tongue, you feel with reverence the way he swallows it down, following the movement of the tip of your cock with each finger it passes.

below, you watch in amusement as he jerks himself off, motions quick and shallow but involving the motion of his whole arm from the shoulder. he moans as he swallows your cock, and your head falls back as your cock throbs from the tight vibrations.

"fuck, taehyung, good boy," you groan, listening to him choke and gag on it as if he couldn't get enough. saliva coats your dick, and it drips down his chin. his parted lips allow him to moan and when he closes his lips around it, he redefines the word 'suck'.

his cheeks hollow, his eyes roll back, and he's so warm and wet around you that your control snaps and you yank his head forward, burying your cock deep in him. he whimpers so perfectly when he feels your cum sliding down his throat, swallowing rapidly. his lashes flutter as he pushes himself deeper and his lips press against your base, making you grunt sharply, fingers tightening in his hair.

even when your grip loosens, your uneven breaths steadying, taehyung keeps you in his mouth, feeling his own hot cum drip down his twitching cock. he doesn't stroke himself, doesn't pull away – just contents himself during the aftermath of his high with keeping his mouth full, blinking slowly like a cat at the hazy middle-distance.

you have to slide him off your cock and he protests, whimpering softly as his nails dig into your thigh. you wrap a hand around yourself, pumping it slowly, and taehyung stares on yearningly, licking his lips subconsciously when a bead of cum slides down your tip.

"do i need to look at what you've done," you ask, though your voice remains steady at the end like a statement. "pretty thing, we are in my office. that means no messes."

"doesn't feel as good as when you're in me," he rasps, leaning up and kissing the base of your cock. "please, baby? promise i'll clean up later."

"you can't always get your way through flattery," you chuckle as he stands, tilting and falling against you as if he belongs there, wrapped in your arms. one hand travels further down and cups his ass, squeezing the supple warmth of it. he moans airily.

"it's worked so far," he whispers. "go sit down, big boy. gonna ride you like you deserve."

"what, you're going to tease this gorgeous little ass and i'm not allowed to have a taste?" you tease, and taehyung grins, pressing chest-to-chest with you. "you're a cruel man."

he smiles, still panting softly, and presses his lips to the line of your jaw. "maybe later," he murmurs. "will you clean me up and take care of me afterwards?"

"depends on my mood, pretty," you hum, guided over to your seat and watching as he sets himself atop your lap. you squeeze his thighs, sitting up against his back.

"you're a chivalrous man, boss. you wouldn't force me to walk home with your cum dripping down my leg," he chuckles, placing his ass over your cock and grinding against it. he grips the armrest and turns his head over his shoulder to kiss you, the other hand coming up to grip your hair. "mm – fuck me already. wanna feel your cock fill me up like a whore – been waiting for ages to get you alone for this."

"you could always call me outside of work, you know?"

"but where's the fun in that?" he teases, and sinks down on your cock with a breathy relieved moan that makes you shiver.

holy fuck. he's so damn warm, so wet. for a moment your thoughts fizzle out into pleasant static shooting down your spine and out to your fingers and toes. just being with him, close to him, enveloped by his faint blue cologne, makes heaven an afterthought.

when you come to and open your eyes – despite not remembering closing them – you are met with taehyung's soft smoky gaze, his warm palm cupping your cheek. he smiles, breathless, as he leans in, closing his eyes and pressing your foreheads together. "you're handsome when you come."

after taking a moment to gather yourself, you frown slightly, shifting your hands higher on his thighs. no, you are most certainly still hard. "wishful thinking, much?"

"no, that was better than watching you come." he nuzzles into your cheek and jaw, then presses your foreheads together again with a soft roll of his hips. the action has you gasping and he slots his mouth against yours, taking advantage of the moment of weakness to slip his tongue between your teeth.

knowing he, your quiet, pretty little secretary, is the one to bring you down from your pedestal, fills him with insurmountable pride. smugness, too – a healthy dose of it. after all, the media made you into the country's most eligible bachelor, and still here you were, leaning into his touch like a soft college boyfriend. you've spent every waking moment since you turned eighteen having columnists nipping at your heels and biting into your clothes, your friends, your love life, and anything else they can twist into drama or some moral fault with you. he knows how high your walls are because of it and the fact that you decided to give him a chance, to let him help you, despite looking like every one of the scandalmongers who've ever hurt you, makes him proud.

you'd never truly lost that pureness about you, that faith in people's goodness that most lose the first time they're betrayed by those they love. that is a very hard thing to do when so many close to you have had some dark immortal want to leech out of you.

taehyung's getting ahead of himself. he can start thinking such things when you start calling him your boyfriend.

"i missed you," he whispers, breath hitching as the ridge of your cockhead catches on his rim. he reaches behind himself, guiding himself onto your dick, and his fingernails dig into your shoulder as he throws his head back with a breathless moan.

"yeah?" you murmur, because you can't ever stay upset at taehyung. "it's only been a few hours. fuck. mm – couldn't have known. maybe you should've sent me a few more videos of yourself."

he tries to gasp in offence, but it comes out too breathy, too pleased. he bounces on your lap with his creamy thighs bracketing yours. "pig. why do you want videos when you have the real thing right in front of you?"

"so i can remember you on lonely nights in foreign hotel rooms."

he scoffs, chuckling softly as he circles his hips, making you groan and tighten your grip on him. he cups the back of your head and pulls you in for a kiss. "give me a promotion, big boy. then your nights won't have to be so lonely."

"you and your silver tongue," you murmur, placing your hands on the curve of his ass, the tiny dip of flesh at the base of his spine. he arches into your touch with a soft sigh, clenching around you and enveloping you in his velvety heat.

"mhm. you know what my tongue can do," he teases, content to fill himself up with you and do nothing else for the rest of the day. he could sit here, pretty as a princess, for the rest of his life and he'd have no qualms about it.

you, however, have different ideas.

you hook your arms under his thighs and rise to your feet, swiping pens and papers clear of your desk and onto the floor with a clatter – he laughs – and you set him down on your desk, kissing his jaw and neck. you nip at his earlobe and he growls in warning playfully, yanking your hair to bring your throat closer to him. he sucks a hickey onto the sensitive skin, the sting giving way to pleasure far too easily.

he spreads his knees and leans back, grabbing your cock with one hand and bracing against the desk with the other, and slips you back inside him with a long moan of bliss. "y-you're so big..."

"don't stroke my ego," you chuckle, stroking his soft, smooth hips and thighs as you thrust hilt-deep into him, easier now that he's adjusted. "god knows it's big enough as it is."

"of course i have to. you're the – the top man." his breath hitches as your cock glides against his swollen prostate, dragging against it roughly with how tightly he's stretched around you. he swears he can follow the line of the veins when it rides against his gummy walls with a harsh thrust. "oh, fuck! baby!"

"that feel good, hm?" you murmur into his ear, the sweet decadence of it rolling over his brain like waves over the shore.

"yes," he moans, eyes rolling back as you press into him, a single shift of the angle of your hips enough to make his back arch and his mouth fall open. "yes, yes! ah, f-fuck, right there – right there, harder, don't stop..."

you know his body like the back of your hand. gripping his thighs until they dimple under your fingertips, you pull out until just the tip rests against his hole. with a snap of your hips, you bury yourself deep in his warmth, making him jerk and cry out. his cock spurts prematurely and he gnaws on his lower lip, squeezing his eyes shut to will down his budding high. his nails dig into your shoulders.

"i told you," he pants, glistening eyes raising to meet yours. "harder."

what your secretary wants, he gets.

your cock slams directly into his prostate and he gasps, whimpering softly as you set a quick, hungry pace. still unsatisfied, you push your mouth against his, tongue dipping between his lips to taste his coffee.

milk, two sugars.

he always had a sweet tooth.

his damp hair sticks to his temples, the perfect salon waves bouncing rapidly with each smack of your hips against his ass. he moans into your mouth as his cock jerks, swollen and heavy against his slim stomach. it bounces with each powerful thrust and he cries out, the sweet sound echoing in your office for anyone to hear.

he whines softly, a softer sound than he'd ever let anyone else hear. he claws at your shoulders and sides, panting against your lips and submitting to your demanding kisses with messy clouded lust. the slap of skin on skin only arouses him further and he grabs your tie in a white-knuckled grip, tugging your mouth down against his the moment it parts for air.

"close," he whimpers into the kiss, and his eyes flutter back into his skull as your cock punches the breath out of his lungs, fucking him faster, harder, deeper. he opens his eyes, half-lidded and dazed, as you sweep his hair out of his eyes, combing it back gently with your fingers.

you tug. he comes.

his velvety searing heat swallows you whole, animal in its hunger, and he digs his heels into your lower back, forcing your cock deeper in him until you have no choice but to follow him over the precipice, crashing over it like blue waves over white rock. his pleasure is engulfing, almost stifling despite his tenderness. he curls into your grasp, panting and nuzzling into the crook of your neck, and his hot, shuddering breath stirs against the fine skin of your collarbone.

when your hips slow to give him a moment of respite – surely he'd want one, you thought, barely able to eke out a gasp of your name – he instead takes the chance to chastise you.

"couldn't you have... finished... any faster?" he huffs, his chest heaving as he gulps down air between words. "you've a meeting in five minutes."

with your thoughts still lingering on the image of taehyung's bliss and the clandestine knowledge that he'd made a mess on your desk, you take a moment to respond. when you do, you're incredulous.

"wait, are you trying to keep me on schedule? now?"

"it's... it's office hours. i still have to do my job." he rolls his eyes, as if you aren't balls-deep inside of him. you remind him with a few shallow, gentle thrusts – he sucks in a shaky breath and tips his head back with a shake to let his bangs fall more comfortably over his forehead. "lord knows you're not the one keeping an eye on your timetable."

"we can talk about that later, and just reschedule that damn meeting. they'll wait for me." you press your lips to the dip just beneath his ear and he hums, lazily content. then, as if remembering that he has to play bad cop and not laze in the comfort of your touch, his eyes flutter open and his mouth thins into a straight line.

"you're making a bad habit out of this," he argues. there he is – your fiery assistant. if you looked at him now, you'd never know he'd just been making dirty videos with sultry smiles.

"the best kind of habit," you murmur, shifting your hips. his breath hitches and his grip tightens involuntarily on your shoulder, making you smirk. "don't worry, taehyung. i'll give you the rest of the day off. you need one – at least today because of me."

his frown deepens at your cheeky comment, even though his cheeks flush. "i don't take days off."

"you always say that, but what are you doing right now? working hard or hardly working?" you tease, sliding your hands up his thighs and hips.

"it's – different," he manages to gasp out, clicking his tongue when your nails drag over the veins of his messy cock. "stop that. you have a meeting, remember?"

you draw your hand back. "i was working when you sent me those videos. i seem to recall you were, too. this feels unfair."

"unfair?" he repeats. "you liked them. you always like them." he pauses. "don't you?"

"i'm not sure the other people on the train appreciate your beauty as much as i do." you kiss him and he hums, accepting your tongue into his mouth with a sigh of pleasure. "don't stop sending your videos."

"is that an order, big boy?" he whispers.

"yes, it is," you reply, and he smiles, brief and sweet. you pull out of him gently, rubbing the join between his hip and thigh soothingly as he moans softly through bitten lips. "now, you have an email to write. that meeting won't postpone itself."

he huffs, allowing you to help him down from your desk. he turns around, leaning over it to grab his laptop from the corner, and you press yourself into his back and ass, teasing your cock against his hole. the coffee he grabbed for you sits cold on the edge of your desk next to the pen holder.

"tell me what the email says," you murmur into his neck, caressing his stomach with one hand and teasing his nipples with the other.

taehyung's breath shudders as he nods, opening up the calendar and shifting the meeting to three days later. moving it a few hours means you look sloppy with your time management, and so does one day. three days looks like a choice – like you have better things to do with your time. these men don't have anyone else to go to, so they'll wait for you no matter what.

"your conference with mr ln has been moved to thursday, august twenty-first. please see attached—" he closes his eyes as your hand wraps around the base of his cock, gently squeezing. "p-please see attached a link to your updated appointment."

you shrug, peppering kisses over the freckles of his neck and shoulder. "good enough. send it."

he clicks send and closes his laptop, pushing it away as you lift him into your arms. he gasps and wraps his limbs around you, holding tight as you move him to the couch on the other side of the room. you hover over him as he pants softly, staring up at you with dark eyes and plump red lips.

"by the way, i've received message that your suit's been delivered to your home," you say with a soft smile. "you're going to outshine everyone at that stupid awards ceremony."

"you say that as if you won't like seeing me in it. you can fuck me in it in the car afterwards. you bought it, after all." his eyes glint dangerously. "maybe i'll wear a surprise under it – to celebrate your successes, of course."

you grin, filthy and boyish, and taehyung's heart flutters. "you've just made me very excited for that day. come grab coffee with me after work – we can test how much space i have in my backseat."

#top male reader #x male reader #male reader #dom male reader #dom reader #bts x male reader #bottom bts #bottom taehyung #taehyung x male reader #kpop x male reader #bts x reader #kpop x reader #bts smut #taehyung smut

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killerpancakeburger · 2 months ago

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Tags: suggestive, angst with a happy ending, gn!Reader, virgin!reader, low self-esteem!reafer, established relationship but they never went all the way. 300 words. Pic credit to @esteljune

When you tell Soap you've never had an orgasm, you fully expect him to laugh in your face.

And he does.

The carefree, genuine sound stings.

It's even more painful because until now, your brain and heart have grown accustomed to link Johnny's laugh to something soft, warm, pleasant. You’re used to your him laughing with you, not at you.

You shrink on yourself, the weight of your inadequacy, abnormality suddenly dialed up to eleven.

You never meant for the conversation to take that turn. He was joking around about how such thing would never be as good as an orgasm, and before you could bite your tongue, the sentence spilled from your lips— I wouldn't know.

You'd swallow the words back if you could. Take back the vulnerability you stupidly showed and tuck it back deep inside you.

"Very funny," he adds, and you sitffen upon hearing his voice again, but dare to give him a sidelong look, and the expression on his face makes it all clear.

He laughed because he really thought you were joking.

His features twist with concern as he takes in the pain on your face. He slowly raises a hand to cradle your face.

"What's wrong, hen?"

You look down in shame, retreat from his touch. There's no dignified reply you can offer him, so you stay mute.

It doesn't take him long to put two and two together, though.

"...Ye weren't kidding."

Withdrawing into silence, you don’t confirm, but you don't deny it either.

However you forsake that silence soon enough when Soap grabs your ankle to drag you down the bed, pulling a surprised screech from you.

You raise on your elbows to stare at him in shock; kneeling between your parted legs, he's attacking the button of your pants. You press the sole of your foot against his chest to stop him.

"Wowowoh, what are you doing!?"

He looks up at you like it's self-evident, his expression a mix of puppy eyes and righteous indignation at the interruption.

"Makin' up fer lost time. Gonna give ye an orgasm fer every one I've had. Only with my tongue and my fingers though. Dinnae want tae get distracted from the mission objective."

#written on a whim #mine #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #soap x you #john soap mctavish x you #cod x reader #cod fanfic #blurb #suggestive #angst #angst with a happy ending #why am i making soap sounds like a dick at the start? idk. it wont happen again promise #soap squad #soap squad™️

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hisunshiine · 1 year ago

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—in good hands | jjk [M]

💻 pairing: streamer!jungkook x female!reader 🫶🏻 au/genre: camboy au, smut 💻 rating: M 🫰🏻 wc: 1,500 💻 warnings: second hand embarrassment from your friend exposing your thirst for JK; explicit sexual content: masturbation, voyeurism, cum eating, fingering. 🫶🏻 summary: camboy!Tae helps convince his streaming/gaming friend Jungkook to try it out, especially when a mutual friend’s input (yours) sweetens the deal, and you’re more than ready to get your hands dirty helping him. 💻 an: thank you to @moonleeai and @downbad4yoongi for beta reading when i needed a…hand. Hehehe. 💻 an 2: part of the @bangtanwritershq September 2023 “Big Boys” flash fiction writing event. request received from @colormepurplex2

“Stop staring, babe.”

Jungkook adjusts the volume on his gaming headset, unsure about what Taehyung could be talking about, but the attitude in his voice is apparent.

“Everything cool, Tae?”

“Yeah…”

He falls silent and Jungkook uses the grappling hook to bring Widowmaker above enemy lines before using Infrasight to show his teammates the enemies positions on the map. Climbing a bit higher, he takes a few opponents out with her assault rifle, and D.Va appears to his left on screen, using her fusion cannons to take out the rest.

“Fuck yeah! Good game,” Jungkook praises, but Taehyung remains quiet. Jungkook turns off the livestream he set up for the game and tries to check in once more with his friend.

“Tae?”

“Yeah, sorry, I muted, but uh, Hana wants to tell you something.”

Jungkook can hear as Hana takes the headset from his friend, and her light vocals replace her boyfriend's much deeper ones.

“Hey Kookie, have you ever thought about camming like Tae does? I mean, I’m skimming a few comments from the stream and you have more than a few viewers talking about your hands.”

Jungkook feels his cheeks grow warm at what Hana is implying. He knows about the thirsty viewers, the requests he gets to put his hands to better use. It’s not that he hasn’t thought about it—the pay alone could be quite good—he’s just a little shy.

“I’m not saying you have to, I just have a friend…you’ve met her a few times! Tae said you thought she was cute—ow! Anyway, she thinks you’re hot and enjoys watching you guys play and well…she’s interested in watching a different type of content if you ever decide on it. Okay, here’s Tae-Tae.”

Hana disappears as if she didn’t just insinuate that Jungkook should stream himself fucking his fist on camera because her friend thinks he’s hot. He shouldn’t be surprised, really. They're a match made in heaven if he’s ever seen one. Taehyung and Hana met when she won a contest through his livestreams, and they’ve been dating for a while. Jungkook bounces the idea around in his head as Taehyung takes back his headset.

Hana’s friend is pretty cute, not that Jungkook’s ever said that to her. It’s nice knowing that she’s attracted to him, because the few times they’ve hung out as a group he felt like they seemed to hit it off. Maybe…

“Hey, Tae, what platform do you use to cam, again?”

You can’t believe Hana, your so-called-best-friend, told Jungkook that you watch when he and Taehyung stream themselves gaming because you think he’s hot. Or that she let slip your little fantasy about watching him stream—playing with something else. You can’t be too mad at her though, because Jungkook messaged you on discord for your number the next day.

He’s shamelessly flirting, masking it by asking you to help him with his first ever non-gaming stream, and after texting for a few days, he asks if you can help him decide on some of the finer details—in person—as moral support before he goes live and to help him make sure to give his audience what they’re looking for.

Of course you agree, because spending time with Jungkook, helping him get into the mindset for the camming he is about to do sounds like exactly how you want to spend your Friday night.

Jungkook’s hands are sweating just a bit as he positions the camera in place. He’s waiting for you to show up at the agreed upon time, and though you aren’t late, he kind of wishes you would be super early, so he would stop overthinking.

When you finally knock on his apartment door, ten minutes early because you were overly excited and couldn’t linger anymore downstairs without feeling like a creep, you don’t expect to be met by him shirtless and in sweatpants. He looks a little frazzled, like he’s run his fingers through his hair too much, but it looks sexy paired with his rippling abs as he greets you.

“You look pretty,” he says, complimenting your choice of sundress as summer comes to an end. “I don’t know what to wear…I have these sweats, but I also have another pair of pants…make yourself comfy, I’m gonna try those on for you to see.” Jungkook had led you into his bedroom as he spoke, and he motions to his bed next to it, disappearing into his closet.

You glance around his room, taking in the set up he has for streaming and try to focus on how you can enhance the set for this type of streaming. You make a few changes to the orientation of the lights until you hear his soft footsteps pad back into the room. Turning, the sight in front of you is so heavenly, it’s sinful. It takes you a few moments to speak.

“Definitely wear the leather.” You wipe at your mouth in case some drool leaked from the corner. The white tee and the leather pants he’s squeezed his fit thighs into have you clenching your legs together—you aren’t sure if Jungkook notices or not, but you take a deep breath so you can get yourself together.

You reach for your purse. “Okay, I think you’re ready. You got this.”

“Um…can you stay while I go live?”

Jungkook’s fingers nimbly undo the single button on the black leather pants he’s wearing, making sure to peel back each side of the opening as he slowly reveals the divots in his hips, and the top of his hardening cock. He keeps sliding until the tops of his thighs appear and his cock springs free, bouncing slowly from the weight of his arousal.

You watch from your own phone seated on the edge of his bed, enthralled by his movements. The view is so much better than what you had hoped for, mostly because you were able to curate your wildest fantasy.

He reaches off camera for the bottle of lube, a self-heating KY Jelly that squelches lewdly into his hand before he sets it back down. The camera is angled so close that just his tattooed hand and cock can be seen, but you look away from your phone where you’re viewing the content for perfect placement when you feel his eyes burning into the side of your face.

Your phone falls to your lap, eyes entranced by his gaze on yours as his right hand begins a slow, wet glide down over the tip and along his shaft. When the edge of his pinky finger and palm reaches the base, he pauses briefly to give himself a tight, teasing squeeze, and lets out an orgasmic groan that taunts your throbbing clit.

Fuck. You want to take over for him—want to deepthroat him until he’s whining and then climb on top and ride him until he’s breeding you like the little cumslut you are. But for now, you watch from the best seat in the house as he pleasures himself.

His eyes are low, full of desire as he watches you, hoping you will return the favor and touch yourself, too. With each glide his grip makes, you feel your legs inching apart—if you were home, it wouldn’t even be a question of whether you would be joining in or not.

“I hope you’re touching yourself, too,” Jungkook’s voice is deeper than usual, breathy. He continues talking to his viewers as the numbers climb, but his eyes are on you. “In fact, I want you to. Want you spreading those pretty thighs apart for me, just like that.”

You follow his directives, unable to disobey.

“Don’t be shy, let me see.”

Quietly, you shimmy your panties down, glad you wore a dress that so easily allows him a view of your dripping pussy.

“Touch yourself how you want me to touch you, baby. Good girl.” Jungkook bites his lip, just for your viewing pleasure, as your fingers slip and slide through your lips, teasing your clit and taunting your opening. “Wait till I get my hands on you, I’ll make you feel so good.”

Your eyes follow the pattern he makes as he speeds up, tattooed fingers gripping himself tightly as he pulls his shirt up to reveal his abs, flexing as the pleasure builds.

A gasp from your lips sends him over the edge, opaque cum oozing over the ridge of his fingers as he fucks his fist through the high. You watch with eyes hooded as his tattoos become less visible, two fingers rubbing your clit furiously so you can follow him. You vaguely hear him say something else before he’s out of his chair, hands replacing yours as his body cages you onto his bed.

You wrap your fingers around his cum covered ones, sucking them clean before he dips them inside of you. You let out a whine as his fingers reach deeper than yours did, hips rocking for more friction.

“You’re in good hands, now, baby.”

Thank you for readinggg!!!! Hope you liked this! Read camboy!Tae's 3-part mini series here!

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7ndipity · 1 year ago

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Idol Dating headcanons pt.2

Taehyung x Idol! Reader

Summary: Random things from your relationship when you and Tae decided to start trying to hint that you're together.

Warnings: none

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon who sent request, I had a lot of fun working on this one! It's a little shorter, but I hope you like it!

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Requests are open

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Subtle couple outfits, whether it's matching rings, necklaces or just color coordinated hoodies.

Like, you two text each other first thing in the morning to confirm what thing to wear that day so you're matching, even though sometimes you're on completely different continents.

His favorite was taking photos together, but only your hand or shoe is in the shot, so people can't tell if you're staff or just a passerby or what.

The most pointed ones though were when he shared a bunch of photos from a trip to Paris or wherever, and several of them were those pov boyfriend shots where he's pulling the photographer(you) along by the hand.

Which on their own, weren't that weird, until like a month later and the concept photos for your comeback are released, from the same city, and also had pov shots of you.

You two even made jokes about it on insta stories and weverse once people started to notice. "Lol twins" "I thought that photographer looked familiar?" "Really? I don't remember seeing you?"

Helping each other film vlogs and making a point of talking together, but of course your voices are muted out in the final edits, so viewers think you're just talking to staff.

You liked filming shopping vlogs and asking him to help you reach things on the higher shelves, just so his arm has to come into view for a second.

He's less subtle though in that he'll stare at you as he's talking on livestream, leading to fans asking what he's looking at.

"'What am I looking at?' Ah, the view's just really pretty from here." He said, smiling at you as your face heats up. "I wish I could show you, but it's more fun if I keep it a secret."

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huckleberrykai · 2 years ago

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kang taehyun ~ tae-tok

pairing: taehyun x fem!reader summary: when your boyfriend is always touring or busy, you settle for the next best thing. tiktok boyfriend edits that his fans make. genre: fluff warnings: tyun calls reader princess, reader misses him :( word count: 0.7k click here for my masterlist!

being without taehyun was always hard when he went on tour. there were only so many hours a day and time zones were always against you. the calls and texts were only just enough to get you through each day, and although you were proud of him going out and living his dreams, you longed for him to be beside you.

on a lonely evening after dinner, you decided to lay on bed while you scrolled through your phone. missing your beautiful boyfiend's face, you wandered over to tiktok and began scrolling through all the videos that came up under his name.

some were funny jokes, some videos of concerts and fan interactions - which you couldn't help but smile at, he was always so sweet with his moas.

your favourite by far though had to be the edits. some were cute, others sultry with some chase atlantic song playing in the background. some were just compilations of him being sweet and goofy ~ boyfriend energy.

you felt lucky to be the one who actually got to see him as a boyfriend - your sweet boyfriend.

turns out watching tiktok edits only made you miss him more. as you scrolled, you saved some of your favourites. even though you missed him, seeing his handsome face definitely took some of the ache away.

hm. you should do this more often.

and so you did.

even after when he got back.

whenever taehyun was out at work and you were hanging out in the dorms waiting for his return, you'd find yourself scrolling mindlessly through his tag, waiting to see what masterpieces moas would post today. you never told him this of course, it'd be a little embarrassing to admit how astronomically down bad for him you were to his face.

one day though, when he got back from practice early, you were snuggled up in his bed having your taehyun tiktok time. tae-tok time if you will. a few minutes before he came into the room though, you drifted off to sleep.

he opened the door and smiled fondly at you snuggled up against his pillow. he heard the faint tune of a song he recognised to be one of your favourites... glue song was it?

he creeped over to you to investigate and turn it off so that you could have a peaceful rest - but when he lifted the phone from your limp hand, he quirked an eyebrow to see his own face on the screen. the video had looped countless times already, and it began again as taehyun sat back to watch whatever it is you were watching before he got home.

it was a fan edit of him, 'taehyun boyfriend energy' as the caption stated. he couldn't help the breathy laugh that escaped his lips ~ what did you need this for? you had the real thing right in front of you!

usually taehyun didn't snoop, but he was curious and already had your tiktok open in his hand ~ why not? he made sure the volume was muted so you didn't stir, then went to your likes. just as he suspected, it was full of him. he especially took notice of your saved videos, one of the two folders you had made being named 'for when i miss him,' the other one being, 'my fav tae-toks.'

he let a snort out at your goofy 'tae-tok' pun, but he felt his heart break a little at the feeling he may not have been around enough for you, to the point you had to watch silly boyfriend edits of him in substitute for the real thing. he found it cute though, how even when you were apart you were thinking of him.

he locked your phone, placing it on his bedside table, and changed into some more comfortable clothes so he could slide into bed next to you and hold you close to him. the movement jostled you from your sleep a little, making you whine out a little "tyun?"

he shushed you and stroked your hair, holding your head against his chest. "shh go to sleep princess. i'm here."

you smiled against his chest and drifted back off. he desperately wanted you to know you didn't need to watch him on a screen, and he'd come running to you any time you needed it - and he'd tell you all that later - but for now he wanted to rest up and let you sleep peacefully in his arms.

oh and he was Definitely gonna tease the living hell out of you later.

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peachjagiya · 3 months ago

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What do you think about tae (during the phonecall) not knowing jimin and jungkook were filming a travel vlog? Wouldnt a bf know what the other was doing?

Maybe the company is releasing ays, to show that none of the maknae ships are real.

That's not my reading of it.

JK: *calls* oh he's working.

Tae: *answers with something production saw fit to mute*

JK: oiii. Where are you right now?

Tae: I'm at a photoshoot.

JK: We're filming a show.*

*Korean subs say "촬영중이야" which deepl, papago and Google all translate as "I'm filming". Note he doesn't say what he's filming.

Tae: where?

JK: In New York. I'm riding a motorcycle tomorrow.

Tae: are you really riding a motorcycle?

JK: yeah we're riding my motorcycle.

Tae: that's cool.

[an edit]

JK: have fun, Taehyung!

Tae: so you can ride a bike in your travel show?**

** Korean subs say "야 여프로 찍는 거면은 거기서 오토바이도 타고 다녀 오케이" which translates basically the same but all the translators struggled with 여프로 possibly because Tae is using slang? It is yeo-peulo which, correct me if I'm wrong Korean speakers, is Yeo meaning travel and peulo as in programme so travel show.

JK: ok! *Hangs up*

So that's the transcript and all the info is there.

JK only says he's filming. He doesn't specify what.

Tae later mentions the "travel show" despite the fact that JK didn't say travel show. I take that to mean he knew what he was filming just not where exactly.

But then also note JK knows Tae is at work - he possibly works that out from Tae's background - but still asks where he is. It's just conversational. And considering JK's background was a black cabin in the dark, Tae asking "where?" is even more like "wait, where are you right now?"

It could be that JK gave Tae a rundown of what he was filming in that edited section. Feels a bit like they'd leave that in but sure maybe? But its besides the point. What happened in the edited out section is a mystery to us both, anon. We both have the same information. I read it one way, you read it another.

👍

Edit: oh also to add, if post prod had to mute whatever Tae said, and JK exclaimed and shifted his screen the way he did, JK may have mentioned they were filming like "don't say anything you shouldn't say."

But that's again just my reading.

#my asks #taekook #are you sure

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lululandd · 1 year ago

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rabid; (ii.)

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader

word count: 895

warnings: unhinged topics, blasphemy, ghost starting to feel things

note: sadly this is hinged (maybe if ideas come the next one will be unhinged >:3) also on AO3

summary: soap couldn’t be more blatantly listening in, lowering the telly’s volume to hear them better.

part i. | part ii. | part iii. | part iv.

Johnny had mentioned he wanted to see the quiet little village where his home is and Simon thinks it’s time the Scot knows where he lives. He had met Johnny’s extended family, and as much as he didn’t want to admit it, it warms his little black heart when he mentions the little nephews and nieces asking about him and whether he will be making an appearance that year.

He didn’t have time to clean and prepare for Johnny’s arrival so they both had to do chores. The Scot laughed about how mundane and domestic this is while waggling his eyebrows,

“Come on LT, you know this shite is more manageable with someone in your life.”

“Shut the fuck up Johnny.”

It was nearing afternoon and he had completely forgotten about his neighbour until he heard them greeting the invisible people and started telling them about their day. Soap couldn’t be more blatantly listening in, lowering the telly’s volume to hear them better. It was pretty mundane as they just got started, but as the night went on Soap was keen on listening even further, sometimes shushing him when he tried to talk. His gloved hand came up as he turned his head to him with the widest grin on his face. Ghost had guessed Johnny almost always lived with his family and never had to worry about thin walls and nosy neighbours from all the fun he’s having right now.

It was all benign conversation so far, asking about people’s days, people’s lives, and sometimes comments about things he doesn’t understand. But if he knows his neighbour, it always starts off that way before their mind wanders to unimaginable places. Places he would not like to visit, but would love to hear about.

“So we’ve all heard of anal prolapse, right?” Your voice came clearly, everything else in the flat muted by Soap, including him.

What is your fixation with anal, seriously.

A cough erupts from Johnny's throat, caught off guard by the objectionable question asked in the most innocuous way.

They continued listening in and Simon couldn’t suppress his grin to what question or statement awaits them next. “What about a urethra prolapse, does that exist?”

Simon wasn’t fast enough to warn Johnny not to say anything, so when the Scot half yelled “Oi, what tae fuck?!” It rang clear through both flats. There were no other sounds in the air as his neighbour heard Johnny’s clamour.

A few moments passed before a faint little ‘sorry’ floated through the air between them. He doesn’t know it yet but it was the end of hearing his neighbour. His teammate had turned the telly back on, and they were back to talking again. Simon hadn’t thought about how quiet his neighbour had been until one night–Johnny wanted to stay for a full week at his place–when he was alone in the apartment, he noticed the absence of your voice. He checked his watch, this was usually the time you would start talking.

He had tried so hard not to show his friend that this event bothered him, even though it did trouble him to his core that his neighbour would shut the fuck up immediately like that. It continued that way, quiet and hushed conversations that he couldn't listen to. He swears as soon as Johnny goes back to his own place he’ll apologise to them. First thing he’ll do. Cross his heart.

The moment Soap turned his back on him at the airport, he was gone. Simon swore he hit every red light from the airport back to his flat. It was the most excruciating car ride of his life, second to his escape from the Shadows back in Las Almas.

Your apartment seemed empty with nary any sound coming from inside, but he sees movement from under the door that suggests otherwise. He knocked on the door and didn’t know he had set expectations for himself until the door was open and he felt… disappointment. The chain wasn’t even undone, he can only see a little part of their face.

“Sorry, I was really trying to keep it quiet.” You talked quietly, your words gentle, bordering emotionless. It sounds so different from the usual excitement he’s used to.

He rubs his face, feeling a pressure on his chest that does not feel far removed from guilt.

“No you were fine, I apologise for my friend’s behaviour. I like listening to you talk and would love to hear you again.”

He sees you avoiding his eyes as you nod, “Okay, thanks.”

Even though you did sound louder than when Johnny was around, he could tell you were still holding back; he had to strain his hearing to even catch a glimpse of what you’re talking about and couldn’t help but feel annoyed at Johnny for unnecessarily speaking up. Yes, they banter all the time and he would never be offended but these are civilians and people he had never met before, so he can’t just act as if he knows them and think there would only be positive reactions from people.

He was about to resign that his neighbour would never speak up again until one night he hears; half intelligible from laughter,

“Was Jesus circumcised?”

There we go.

He feels himself tip towards that warm place inside him that he rarely goes to.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #call of duty imagines #call of duty #scuffed writing

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jkftkth · 3 months ago

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This last episode, the cuts /edits are ridiculous to the point that it's actually affecting the show itself. "Now you see me, now you don't" moments are like watching a fucking magic show. Ridiculous!

Also, the way they made Tae looked like he's mute in most of the conversation & interaction, unbelievable... 🙄

A YouTuber new to BTS commented on AYS episodes, saying Tae seemed uptight, disinterested, and had a "bitchy" attitude, always on his phone. This highlights how V is portrayed to the public through the show.

To be very honest, a lot of the time it looked like one of those ship compilations you'd find in youtube 😬

But also made me realise how similarly cut it is to some Bangtan content (with Tae being portrayed as not engaging, bored etc...)

for how much promo went into this show, (way more than someone’s debut album lol), their editing team lacked the same commitment 😭

i said before it’s a conveniently lined up moments with well known buzzwords/actions that their screenshot audience can salivate over for a few more years. sorry not sorry.

i saw someone else say “do you really believe the company would…” yes. yes i do. i’ve been a fan of his for years. i know what i’ve seen. what i still see. no one can gaslight me that it’s all in my head. you recognize it, like you pointed out, in how he’s portrayed in fandom discussions. on reddit. on tumblr. on twitter. doesn’t matter the platform they’re all consuming the same dumb shit. dumb shit that gives them the opportunity to deny him the same grace they would any other member. dumb shit that gives them the opportunity to throw him under the bus whenever they feel like it. dumb shit that gives them the opportunity to make him the bad guy, the villain.

and also, the average fan doesn’t know just how much the comp lurks. lurks and manipulates. they keep tabs on soooo much and act accordingly.

edit: i’d like to know the yt channel this was from 😔

#asks #are u sure #taehyung

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eoieopda · 2 years ago

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(Re-sending bc your inbox exploded) Can you write about Taehyung being the BIGGEST simp for his reader girlfriend while she’s on her period? I’m in the fetal position and this is the only thing that will help at this point. 🙏🏻 Heal me, Jade unnie 🙏🏻

oh sweet bb, i’m sorry you’re in pain! i have endometriosis, so i am very familiar with curling myself into a ball :(

(also i damn near choked to death on my sandwich at HEAL ME JADE UNNIE ☠️😂)

cw: fluff, best boy tae, period mention, there is a text but this is not a SMAU!

There was an entire king-size bed at your disposal.

Despite this, you were sitting cross-legged in the dead center of the mattress with your body slumped in half over your knees. You were exactly as uncomfortable as you looked; but folded over like the world’s angriest crêpe, you could at least pretend that you were fighting back against your uterus.

Going tit for tat with your reproductive system like this might have been petty - you acknowledged this. In fact, it might have also been absurd. But at the end of the day, you never subscribed to this menstruation bullshit in the first place. Consequently, you didn’t give a fuck if you were waging a losing war.

Besides, with your back exposed the way it was, Taehyung had a canvas. He stretched out sideways behind you because your unyielding presence in the middle of the mattress limited his options to two: the well between you and the pillows, or the floor. From that trench, his fingertips sketched invisible doodles against the fabric of your t-shirt. Hangul you couldn’t quite make out, pictures you could only guess at.

As always, his little ministrations calmed you. At any other time of the month, you would be fast asleep by now. Maybe that’s another reason why he nestled in behind you: so you’d have a warm body to lean on if your insides ever gave it a rest.

“What more can I do for you, petal?”

His murmured words snapped you out of your hypnosis.

“I could grab take-out from that new place up the street,” He continued as he sat upright, scooted closer to you.

When you unfolded yourself, his chin dropped gently down to rest on your shoulder. Never one to miss an opportunity, he placed a peck on your cheek before bumping the tip of his nose against the very same spot. He got the reaction he wanted, which was the first smile he’d seen from you all day.

You hummed in consideration. On the one hand, you couldn’t take more ibuprofen without eating; but on the other hand, he’d be gone from you for twenty (20) entire minutes. Your growling stomach answered before you did. Taehyung’s head tilted to rest against yours as he chuckled quietly.

“So, yes to the dumplings, then?” He teased as one of his hands tugged at the back hem of your shirt. At the mention of food, Yeontan stretched out of the ball he’d made of himself near your bent knee. “Do you need anything else?”

You didn’t want to ask, but it wasn’t an errand you we’re currently capable of running yourself. To be fair, you weren’t uncomfortable about asking this of him; it was what it was. You just knew how confusing this pharmacy aisle could be for people with periods; Taehyung might not stand a chance.

He expertly translated your silence, kissed your cheek again, and scooted himself to the edge of the bed. Bright white teeth glimmered at you as he grinned. They sparkled nearly as much as his eyes did when he raised his hand to his forehead in salute and declared, “I’m on it, boss!”

Your mirth was exhaled through your nose. Your concern tilted your head slightly to the side as one side of your mouth hitched up, “You sure you’re up for this mission?”

His boxy smile widened while he blinked back at you. His eyes said nope and help, respectively, but his mouth said: “I will not leave that pharmacy until the objective is completed.”

You dropped your face into your palms with more muted laughter spilling out. “Please don’t die in there,” You mumbled through your fingers, “Tannie and I would never manage without you.”

He hopped back over to deliver two more kisses - one to the top of your hung head, and the other to Yeontan’s - before heading on his way.

There were nine (9) minutes between his departure and his text.

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solarwynd · 3 months ago

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An interesting turn of events - it is fascinating to see Jikookers being as vile they are right now towards Tae. Now I will preface this by saying I absolutely dislike that man. I think he’s fkn annoying, cringey and his pretentious attitude gets to my nerves. I have muted all JK related key words too. I am here for JiHope. And Jimin is my forever ULT. But in the shipping world up until 2021, the norm was Jimin getting the absolute worst shit on Twitter for doing nothing while JK and Tae get away with everything. Like the things Jimin would be labelled an attention seeker or whatever for, will be called cute and adorable when TH does it. And Jikookers largely really did pretend like OT7s for the longest time. They wanted to be the ones with common sense, middle ground, moral superiority. Their “you can never make me hate taetae(barf)” ideology was pretty strong.

But I have seen a new flurry of Jikookers that are absolutely unhinged lol. There’s this gang of theirs on Twitter, like a clique and they are all petty hateful towards Taehyung. They call themselves KM solos I believe and I think they really do hate him. I have majority shipping accounts blocked but I was on the trends yesterday and I saw a tweet with Jimin cropped out by a Taekooker account, and the qrts were filled with quality edits and shit and pure spite towards TH. Someone even made a meme where he looks like a donkey? And there were several hit tweets there with thousands of likes, all belittling TH. I also saw some “OT7 joker” getting ripped a new one because they said JKKrs are the same tkkrs. Like the comment section destroyed her. It’s a real shift for those who have witnessed the shipping landscape evolution. He used to get away with a lot and babied. Idk what changed. Now it’s still not even remotely close to what Tkkrs does to Jimin. There’s simply no comparison, but it’s interesting to see a counter narrative. Literally nobody gets benefitted from shipping except for JK I guess.

Can’t wait for the members to start revealing their relationships etc. I will be getting the butteriest pop corn and a front row seat.

You’re actually very right about the bulk of jikookers wanting to appear as OT7 and I never got that. You go on any of their accounts and it’s nothing but Jikook/JK/Jimin on there. What’s the point to even pretend. It seems exhausting putting up that kind of front knowing that you don’t care about the other 5 members to stay in armys good graces. Especially when you’re already ostracized by them. It’s the same as these diet solos who still try to act like they’re armys. Like I can’t imagine if I had decided to continue faking being an army past April of last year.

I think it’s easier for jkkrs to mask their dislike towards Taehyung cause unlike for taekookers, Jikook’s existence does not hinge on Taehyung being seen as some type of wedge. I feel like the bulk of them are indifferent or just don’t care about him. And I do know the exact clique you’re talking about. Including the main one who’s too invested in dragging Taehyung unprovoked and always gets Jimin dragged.

I also did see that big jkkr account that got ratioed and deservedly so, cause frankly idc how neutral or upstanding you’re tryna be. If you bias jimin, your priority should be him. To hell with Taehyung and his fuckass stans.

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hyunglinesprincess · 1 year ago

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BTS REACTION TO: Giving them a bj around other the members

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY GIFS

***Lmao these were supposed to be short reactions and I ended up write a whole ass essay for each***

WARNINGS- lewd language and scenes, oral (male + female receiving), voyeurism/exhibitionism, blowjob, deep throat, drunk sex, degradation, bukkake, orgy, 69, food play, mxm, lots of cum eating, unprotected sex, rimming, and I think that’s it if I missed anything lmk plz!

a/n: Sorry this took sooooo long, college and work are kicking my flat ass. Anyways, I use the word "frenulum" so in case you don’t know what that is it’s an elastic band connecting the foreskin to the penis glans (tip). It can also be used in dental terms but in this case it’s not (obviously lol). Taehyung and Namjoon include 69. Tae’s standing 69 in case it wasn’t clear. Also in Yoongi’s reaction, all of the characters are drunk but are able to consent. ALWAYS MAKE SURE TO ASK BEFORE PREFORMING ANY SEXUAL ACT!

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Kim Seokjin

For the past 2 weeks you have been begging Seokjin to let you suck him while he was playing video games. But Jin constantly shut you down in fear of being heard by his members.

“Jinnie please I promise I’ll stop if you get too loud please please please!” You whine watching his roll his eyes at you.

“No Y/n the members are going to hear and they will never let me live it down.” He softy spoke. You then sigh and throw yourself on the bed mumbling some curse words that Jin slightly smiles at. He then turns around to face his screen putting on his headphones waiting for the other members to join.

“Namjoon-ah finally we’ve been waiting!” Jin shouts into the microphone after 10 minutes. You chuckle at his childish antics and argue with yourself about whether or not you felt like listening to Jin today. After much debate (not really it was like 5 seconds later) you decided you wanted to be mischievous.

You quietly got up and walked over to him, stopping right behind his chair. You place your hands on his shoulders gently massaging him. He smiles up at you and turns his head to the right to place a quick kiss on your arm. This makes your heart to melt and you couldn’t resist placing a kiss on his head. As you massage you slowly began going lower. Hands reaching his chest and abs. Jin mutes his mic and says “Princess what are you doing?”

You ignore him and keep going until you reach his crotch. Gently squeezing and groping his hardening cock. As you move in front of him you hear the muffled shouts of Jin’s name coming from the headphones. Jin gives you a nod of approval after accepting his fate and turns on the mic to respond to his members. With that you get on your knees not wasting any time to pull down his shorts. He lifts his hips to help you fully remove his clothing. During that process his hard cock smacks you right in the face. You look up at him with a knowing smile. His ears start to turn red that the fact he was caught not wearing boxers under his shorts. That shyness lasts about 2 seconds before he’s fully hypnotized by your warm wet mouth engulfing his cock. Jin’s eyes roll back but quickly snap back as he lets out an obvious moan. He hears the voices on the other side of the headphones quiet. “Um hyung a-are you ok?” Poor Jungkookie asks shyly.

Jin panics and says “Uh yes I just stubbed my toe on my desk.” He throws his head back as you start sucking his balls while stroking his cock. The boys question him again when they hear a very loud slurping noise in the background.

“ARE YOU GETTING HEAD RIGHT NOW HYUNG?!” Jimin screams. The rest of the boys gasp and laugh until a shy voice speaks up to say “can we see hyung?”

You somehow manage to hear and you freeze. Jin looks down at you worried, scared you might stop because his members crossed the line. You stand up slowly careful not to bump your head. Turning around to turn his webcam on and then turning back around to face Jin. You lean down to his mic and say “Kookie you wanna see your Jin-hyung get his dick sucked? How naughty but since you asked so nicely, I’ll put on a nice show for all of you.” You take Jin’s headphones off and turn back around to set them on his desk. You glance up at the screen to see all the members starting wide eyed both of you. You smile at them innocently and order Jin to roll his chair back slightly. Just enough room for both of you to be in the frame. As you kneel back down, Jin tries to hide his excitement and newfound arousal. You grab his dick roughly and let a large glob of spit land on his tip. Seokjin moans at the feeling and throws his head back as you take in as much of him as you can. Bobbing your head up and down roughly while massaging his balls has Jin screaming and whimpering.

“Y/N-ah please slow down, I’ll cum too fast if you keep going like that!” He whimpers grabbing at your hair in an attempt to slow you down. You continue the fast pace until you feel his warm cum shoot down your throat.

“Ahh Y/N f-fuck fuck that feels so good” he moans as he tries to catch his breath. You pull off of him making sure to swallow all his cum before getting up again. Giving Seokjin a small peck on the lips while he calms down. You walk over to the camera and stick your tongue out to show you swallowed everything. Then you hear two moans. You dart your eyes around to see Namjoon and Yoongi mid-orgasm.

“Fuck that’s so hot Y/N you’re such a good girl” Namjoon groans. His voice sends electricity straight to your pussy which causes you to clench your legs together. Jin chuckles and suggests the brilliant idea of inviting all of them over. To which of course you agreed.

That night was spend with you getting passed around like a fleshlight but you couldn’t be happier ;)

Min Yoongi

"Yoongi-ah I love you so much!" you shouted in his ear while attacking his face with kisses. Yoongi giggles at your cuteness with pure adoration in his eyes. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer. With his free arm he pushes loose hairs out of your face.

"You had too much to drink my love." Yoongi kisses your nose which makes you giggle.

"You guys are so cute it makes me sick." Taehyung says making a disgusted face. You roll your eyes and flip him off. "Hyung you are so whipped you know that?" Taehyung responds back smirking. You get up from Yoongi's lap and walk over to him. Standing write in front of him your lean down to his obviously aroused face.

"You're just jealous that he has someone to choke on his dick every night, while your alone with your hand." You say slowly inching closer to his face until your lips are an inch apart. "In fact, all of you are jealous, I've heard your failed attempts at making Yoongi think he’s too good for me." You snap as you look at the boys sitting around you. Each boy looking shocked, confused, and for some reason turned on. You walk back to Yoongi and before you sit on his lap you get an brilliant idea. "Why don't I show you why Yoongi will stay with me?" You rest your hands on his knees for support as you lower your body down to its knees. Yoongi makes a shocked sound and tries to stop you. You slap his had away, scolding him. You quickly unbuckle his pants and pull them down just enough to release his dick and balls. He’s still a bit soft but you can’t wait. You dive your head down to engulf his soft dick. You suck harshly making him snap his hips up.

“My love what has gotten into you?” Yoongi groans. His hardening dick twitches as you suck on his tip. “Oh fuck right there my love that’s so good” he moans as you flick your tongue on his frenulum. He’s jolting and shivering as you suck on his tip.

“Fuck baby you like it when I suck your cock in front of your friends?” You tease him. He whines at you to keep going as you tap his cock against your tongue. You fulfill his wish, not wanting to make him angry. You lightly bite down on his tip which sends Yoongi into overdrive and a second later you feel his hot cum shoot out. You quickly pull him out of your mouth and let him aim. His cum hits your face, tongue, and neck as he aggressively milks every drop. You turn around to walk to Taehyung. Once you reach him you pull him up so he’s standing right in front of you.

“Clean me up” you demand. He looks at you shocked and then looks at a fucked out Yoongi who gives him a nod of approval. He dives down to clean Yoongi’s cum off your neck. He moans at the taste and moves up to your lips. He shoves his tongue inside your trying to savor the taste of both of you. You suddenly break the kiss. “Sit back down you pathetic slut!” You push him off so he lands back on the couch. Taehyung moans at your action grinding his hips up as a signal for you to touch him. “Wait your turn whore” you spit at him. As you turn around to scan the rest of the boys, you see some with their pants across the room and some with a hand down their pants. This makes you giggle.

“So, who’s next?”

Jung Hoseok

(this gif got me barking bro i swear)

You were currently sitting in a giant couch inside Hoseok's greenroom. You were watching the medium sized TV with a big smile on your face as you watched the members perform Yet To Come. Singing along to the lyrics with a little bit of tears coming down. As they finish up, you can hear the crowd screaming for their beloved boys. You feel so proud of Hobi, in fact you felt so proud you had the perfect gift to give him. Quickly taking off your clothes only leaving panties on. You sit on the couch with your legs tucked under. You try to muster the best innocent look on your face as you hear footsteps getting closer. As the door opens you expected the beautiful heart shaped smile to greet you but instead you got ambushed by a stampede of 7 normal boys from Korea (lmao). "AHHH WHAT THE FUCK!" you screamed trying to cover your boobs.

"AHHH WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!" Jin screams.

"BECAUSE I WAS TRYING TO SUPRISE HOBI, WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" you scream back.

"YAH! Everyone shut up, people are gonna hear us. Jimin-ah close and lock the door." Namjoon demands. "Y/N why are you naked?"

"I was proud of my Hobi so I wanted to surprise him with sex, but I wasn't expecting all of you to walk in." You respond back to him shyly. Hoseok walks over to you and hugs you. He leans down to kiss your earlobe. Then he starts sucking on it which catches you by surprise and makes you moan. You cover your mouth and you feel him chuckle against your neck.

"Oh angel you like this don't you, you like when the boys are eye-fucking you? You like that your fat tits are out in the open for them to see?" He says slapping one of your tits. You yelp and moan for more. "Aw baby you're such a little slut, as much as I'd love to make you cum, its my reward." He smirks while rubbing your boobs. You're left with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. Hobi giggles and sticks his thumb in your mouth. You immediately close and start sucking his thumb lightly. "Fuck you're so dirty" He moans and palms at his hardening cock.

"Hobi give me your cock please, I want to taste you." you whine. He smiles and pulls his thumb out of your mouth, dragging his wet finger down to your left boob.

"Fuck ok, guys she's gonna suck my dick, if you don't want to watch leave right now, if you do take off your pants and stand around her." Hoseok says while helping you remove his pants. You finally get his cock out and waist no time to taste him. Taking hold of the base, you lower your head taking as much of his cock as you can. He moans and throws his head back. You start hearing belts unbuckle which excites you. You can feel yourself getting wet and pull off your boyfriend’s cock.

"Hobi please let someone touch me" you whine.

"Ok ok yeah someone please touch my angel so she can get back to work" He replies frustrated. You giggle as you hear footsteps fighting to reach you first. You feel someone pull your panties down and then feel multiple hands touching you. Hobi gets impatient and pushes your head down. He moans loudly as he fucks up into your mouth. He groans at the sounds of the your gags and whimpers. You're so focused on his cock that it takes you a moment to realize someone is sucking on your clit. You attempt to scream but the giant cock in your mouth muffles it. "Fuck angel does that feel good? You like Jin's tongue you nasty slut?" He groans out. You whimper in response. That whimpering only last for about 5 seconds because it’s cut short by a load moan ripping from your throat. Jungkook then spits on your asshole and shoves two fingers inside. “Holy shit angel you look so fucking hot taking Jungkook’s fingers in your ass.” Hoseok groans.

"She's so tight hyung is she an anal virgin?" Jungkook moans.

"No she loves getting her ass pounded." Hoseok replies while petting your head. "I recommend eating her ass, she taste so fucking delicious." Jungkook's cock twitches in excitement in hearing that. You hear other members complaining that they want to taste you.

"Just take t-turns please." You say stuttering because Jin is still working his magical tongue on your clit. He then decides to harshly suck on your clit making you scream against Hobi. With that you feel multiple tongues sliding around your rim, with a couple poking inside. You shudder in pleasure and try your best to continue the messy blowjob. You are constantly gagging on his cock making him moan at the vibrations. Hobi pushes you down all the way and holds you there until you tap on his thigh. He lets go to let you breathe. As you disconnect from his cock a string of saliva hangs then breaks landing on your chin.

"Fuck you are such a messy whore angel." Hoseok moans as he smears the spit down to your tits. You go back to work on his cock trying to time his orgasm with yours. His moans become higher pitched and his stomach start contracting. You follow in his footsteps and soon after both of you hit your climax. Hoseok's cum fills your mouth quickly as you swallow. Jin licks your pussy clean and stands up. Hobi turns you around to face all 6 men and the sight that your met with is something you'd never forget. All six men stripped completely naked with their heavy cocks in their hands. Their beautifully tanned skin glowing with a thin layer of sweat that made you drool. You motion for them to come closer to you and they immediately followed. Each other them vigorously pumping their harden cocks, eager to paint you with their cum.

"Please cover me with your cum" you whine while rubbing your clit. Hoseok chuckles at your eagarness and starts flicking your nipples. For the next 5 minutes the only sound that could be heard were moans. You violently rubbed your clit as all six men finished on you. Their cum hitting your face, boobs, thighs, pussy, and stomach. You look up at Hobi at the same time he looks down at you and you smile.

"Thank you for the reward angel, I love you."

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon was currently pushing the members out of the dorm because tonight was your second anniversary. It was almost comedic seeing him desperately push the boys out the door while tripping multiple times in the process. “WEAR A CONDOM NAMJOON-AH!” Yoongi screams before Namjoon slams the door shut. He leans against the door letting out a loud sigh.

“Finally some alone time.” He says looking up at you. You smile back at him and motion him to walk towards you.

“Baby hurry up we only have 2 hours before they come back and I’m craving that thick cock in my mouth!” You exclaim and Namjoon zooms towards you which makes you laugh. He lays down on the couch and pulls down his sweatpants. “Oh? Are we doing what I think we are?” You question while taking off your clothes.

“Baby I love you, I really do but you need to hurry your cute little ass up and get that pussy on my tongue.”

“Yes sir” you say playfully saluting. He giggles at that but quickly shuts up when you hover your dripping pussy over his face. He get impatient and grabs your hips to pull them down harshly. You scream as he devours your pussy like a madman. He flicks your clit at lightning speed making you shake uncontrollably. Your orgasm quickly builds up and before you realize it your squirting on his face. He moans as you spray his face with your juices. Sticking his tongue out to catch as much of his favorite drink before it’s all out. When you finally come down from your high he laughs and you turns your head back to see what was so funny.

“Damn baby you soaked my glasses” he says still laughing. He takes them off and throws them on the coffee table.

“Joonie don’t throw your glasses like that, this is why you break them” you tease. He smacks your ass to try and shut you up but it backfires as he saw your ass jiggle.

“Mmm fuck that’s so sexy baby” he moans out. You shake your ass a little to get him worked up. He dives right back into your wet hole, sticking his tongue deep inside you. This time however you wanted to make him feel just as good. You were too lazy to remove his boxers so instead you rip them open. The act makes Namjoon jump but his attack on your pussy remains just as strong. You grab his cock and waste no time to deepthroat him. He moans into your pussy causing vibrations. He jiggles both of your cheeks as your bob you head up and down as fast as you can. Both of you so into your intimate act, you don’t realize the boys has unlocked the door and walked in. You only notice when you hear a high pitched squeal. Both you and Namjoon look up in shock as you see his brothers staring at you with wide eyes and hard cocks. Namjoon freezes not knowing what to do. You think for a second and decide that making your Joonie cum is more important than facing 6 horny boys. You duck your head back down to suck on Namjoon’s tip. He moans but immediately clears his throat feeling embarrassed.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop moaning Joon, let them hear how pretty you sound when I choke on your cock.” You say in a raspy voice due to the intrusion of his cock in your esophagus. He whimpers in response and starts moaning out with little break in between. You look up at the flushed boys to give them a little smirk before going back down Namjoon’s cock, making sure to keep eye contact the whole time.

“Baby I’m gonna cum so fucking hard!” Namjoon screams. “Don’t fucking stop please milk my cock dry.” Of course his wish is your command. You drop all the way down and open as wide as you can, grabbing his balls and sucking them into your mouth as well. Sucking as best as you can with a dick and balls in your mouth. Namjoon squeals at this new sensation. “OH MY GOD IM FUCKING CUMMING BABY!” He screams out. You can feel the hot cum shoot down your throat, it’s over filling and dripping onto the couch cushions. When you feel the last string of cum shoot out, you pull back up creating a popping sound. Namjoon shudders at the feeling. You gently get off of his big body and walk to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. As your walk back into the living room you see your seven favorite boys staring at you like they got caught doing something illegal.

“Tf are you looking at?” You questioned with a confused glare.

“I didn’t know you could fit my dick and balls in your mouth.” Namjoon says with a weird expression on his face.

“Oh you didn’t? Huh weird.” You shrug. “Do you wanna see how I learned” you ask. They violently nod their heads yes still in shock of your newfound talent. “Ok well first I need a volunteer so I can demonstrate, any takers?”

At the speed of light, seven hands shoot up to the sky.

“Mmmm guess I’ll just have to show you individually then.”

Park Jimin

(Look at him🥺 I just wanna squish his cheeks)

“Jimin-ah don’t worry it’s gonna be ok” you softly coo in his ear. BTS was currently in their private plane on the way to America. They were scheduled to preform at the Grammys and the nerves are starting to hit Jimin hard.

“I know beautiful, I’m just worried we would have done all this work and somehow I’d mess it up.” He says into your chest. You hated how much he doubted himself. You hold him tight and pet his hair.

Pulling away from the hug you hold onto his face and say “Jimin stop thinking like that, you have worked too hard to let the nerves ruin it all. You guys are gonna do amazing, your gonna make everyone fall in love with your beautiful voice.” He gives you a small smile and kisses you. You kiss back harder and it makes him moan. “Why don’t I help calm your nerves handsome?” He nods shyly while looking around. He makes eye contact with the members who were watching this interaction.

“It’s ok Jimin-ah, let her relax you.” Jimin looks at Yoongi surprisd that he said that so casually.

“Are you guys ok with that?” Jimin asked, voice cracking in the middle. The rest of members smile and nod. Jimin motions you to continue.

“Ok handsome, sit on the table but face me, I want them to see how well I can take your cock.” You direct and tap on the table. He follows your orders with shaky legs. You unbuckle his pants and yank them down, leaving him completely naked from the waist down. He moans at the cold air hitting his erection. You grab his cock at the base and tap it against your tongue. He jumps at the sudden contact. “Honey, relax stop being so jumpy.” You say before fully engulfing his dick in your warm comforting mouth. Jimin let’s out an exaggerated loud moans and immediately looks over at his members. Jungkook catches his eye when he notices his hand is inside his pants moving violently. Making eye contact with him and moaning louder to tease him. You look over and see the stare down and it makes you a bit jealous. So you pull off and invite him over. “Kookie come help me suck his cock.” Jungkook hesitates but soon runs over. You and Jungkook take turns sucking Jimin’s cock.

“Oh my god beautiful, that’s so sexy. You look so hot sharing my cock with Jungkookie.” Jimin gasps when he feels both tongues moving quickly directly on his tip. “Oh fuck yeah move those fucking tongues faster, you dirty sluts” he moans out trying to take control but fails when he sees you and Kook making out with his cock in the middle.

“God that’s so dirty, but I love it.” Hoseok adds trying to get a better look. Jimin calls the rest on them over and lays back on the table. Still moaning from the tongues on his cock. Jimin grabs Yoongi’s cock and shoves it in his mouth. You catch a glance at the act and moan against his skin. That makes Jimin burst his cum all over yours and Jungkook’s face.

“Hyung your cum tastes so good” Jungkook whines while licking his lips clean. The rest of the hyung line and Taehyung jerk off and cum on Jimin’s face. Jimin being the dirty slut he is, opens his mouth wide to accept all the cum. He swallows with a big smile on his face and sits up to look at you.

“You feel better?” You question while cleaning him up.

“Much better, thank you beautiful. I love you so much.” He says and kisses you with tongue.

“I can taste their cum” you say making them laugh. “I want more.” You say with the straightest face ever.

Kim Taehyung

“Ah fuck love that feels amazing!” You moan out. For the past week you’ve been on cooking duty ever since you lost a bet with Jin. You really thought you could beat him in Mario kart 3 times in a row. Obviously you don’t know yourself well enough because you came in second each round. Now you’re stuck making dinner for all seven members for two weeks. But Taehyung being the sweet boyfriend he is, decided to come and watch you cook to keep you company. He didn’t help for obvious reasons (that man cannot cook) but he stood by you the whole time telling you interesting stories. You enjoyed his company, if felt very wholesome and sweet. That is until he got a random urge to eat you out. He walked behind you while you were cutting carrot slices and pulled your shorts down, chuckling at the fact you were wearing SpongeBob panties. “What? I thought they were cute” you say barely audible.

“They’re adorable darling, they make your ass look cute.” He says then takes a little nibble on your right but cheek. You squeal in surprise. He pulls your panties to the side and digs in. Loud noises fill the room as your pussy start creaming on his tongue. “Your cream tastes so good darling, I could eat it forever.”

“Taehyung I wanna, fuck that’s so good, make you feel good too.” You can feel him smile against your pussy. He stands up and rips off his shorts and shirt. You look at him confused but the look turns to shock as he lifts you up and flips you upside down. “AHH OH MY GOD TAE WHAT THE HELL!” You scream out.

“Just suck my cock darling.” He says before going back to eating your pussy. You scream at the new position somehow feeling the pleasure more intense with all the blood rushing to your head. “Darling what did I say?”

“Sorry love” you say before quickly taking his cock in your mouth. He moans in pleasure and leans against the counter to prevent himself from losing balance. His attack on your pussy only getting faster.

“Holy shit!” Immediately recognizing Jin’s voice both you and Taehyung stop what your doing and look towards the voice. To your surprise the six members who were supposed to be playing video games had now walked in on your porn-worthy act. “Yah don’t do that in the kitchen, we are gonna eat that food you know.” Jin says still shocked from the sight. Neither you or Taehyung wanted to move. So being the horny couple you are, you keep going. Only this time, you are the one in control. Sucking hard on his tip making him let out the most beautiful whimper. He tries to go back to eating you but the pleasure you are giving him is making his knees weak. Jin notices and walks towards you, he holds onto Taehyung to keep him supported. “Keep going” Jin says nodding his towards your pussy. Taehyung hesitates but lightly puts his mouth back on you, but the friction was not strong enough causing you to grind your hips. “What are you doing Taehyung-ah, get in there.” Jin demands and pushes Taehyung’s head roughly against your begging pussy. You scream at the sudden change and take his cock deeper down your throat. Taehyung moans into your pussy causing your legs to shake in a powerful orgasm. Your screams send Taehyung into a mind-numbing orgasm. He doesn’t have time to react when he sees Jin grab an abandoned carrot slice and swipe it on your slit, gathering all your creamy juices. He guides the slice into his mouth, moaning when he tastes you. You shudder at the taboo act.

“Not fair hyung, we wanna taste too.” Namjoon whines.

“Then what are you waiting for? Dinner’s ready”

(Wow I’m going to hell for this one)

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook and you are so excited for movie night with the members. Every Saturday, the members meet up at one of their houses to watch a ton of movie and eat a shit ton of snacks. This specific night was your turn. Jungkook came a few hours earlier than the rest which was not shocking considering he basically lived at your place. You had everything set up, the huge tv in your bedroom displayed multiple streaming apps to choose from. Your big bed covered with throw blankets and pillows. The boys usually hosted their movie night in the couch but you had a California King mattress which you got solely because Jungkook loved trying different positions. So why not get a huge bed to try them out right? “Oh Kookie, Hobi texted. He said he’s picking up the rest of the boys from the store and they’ll be on the way.”

“I have an idea bunny.” Jungkook smirks mischievously. You raise an eyebrow at him. “We have about an hour before they get here, so I was thinking we could try deepthroating again.” He says casually. You look at him shocked.

“You’re insane you know that?” You respond but obviously agreeing. You lay in your bed with your head hanging off. Quickly feeling the blood rushing down. Jungkook wastes no time to pull out his cock, not even fully removing his shorts. You open wide enough for his cock to fit but then contract your throat to let it pass down.

“Oh fuck bunny I can see my imprint on your throat.” Jungkook groans. He brings his tattooed arm to touch the bulge in your throat. He twitches when you groan realizing he’s deep inside. Wanting to keep him there forever. But of course you need air to survive. You tap his thigh three times and he pulls back to let you breathe. You cough for a couple seconds and give him a thumbs up signaling your ready. He slowly guides his cock down your throat agains. Then a loud bang followed by multiple footsteps coming up stairs rings in your ears. “Fuck bunny they’re here sooner than I thought.” Jungkook says trying to gently pull out. But you lifts your arms and grabs onto his ass, locking him inside. You start moaning like crazy making him shudder with pleasure and fear that your going to get caught. Before he can say anything, the bedroom door burst open.

“Hey lovebirds we- oh shit” Hoseok curses. The rest of the boys stop dead in their tracks. Poor Jungkook looks horrified but continues moaning when he feels you tighten your throat. You motion for the boys to come see your amazing skill. As they walk towards you, Jungkook let’s you breathe. But you immediately put him back in. He groans as he feels his high building up.

“Oh my god I can see his dick!” Jimin exclaims. You smile slightly and point to your throat. You gesture them to touch it which leaves them feeling oddly aroused. Taehyung is the first to touch it.

“Fuck I can feel that.” Jungkook moans. The rest of them starts poking and massaging Jungkook’s dick through your throat. He lets out a high pitched moan and shoots his cum down your throat. Gently pulling out and flopping down next to you on the bed. You clear your throat and say,

“So who’s next?”

The movie night was long forgotten.

Sheesh that took FOREVER! But anyways I hope y’all enjoy reading this. Hope this wasn’t too kinky for you haha but if it was sorry. Next time read the warning. But yeah, I’ll get started on the next writing soon!

(GIFS ARE NOT MINE)

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