#could be read as a poly relationship but I meant it to be neon being a silly third wheel

[ptanalo]

something something honk schnoo

[mytheoristavenue]

MHA Fumikage Tokoyami x Reader x Dark Shadow 🍋 - Curiosity Killed the Crow

Summary: This was your fault for asking too many questions, really. You and Tokoyami had been dating for several months now and it had crossed your mind to ask: did that make Dark Shadow your boyfriend too?

Warnings: porn with plot, selfcest, fem!reader, tokoyami x reader x dark shadow, poly relationship, cum eating, fingering, fish hooking, oral fixation, dirty talk, threesome, masterbation

The question had caught him off guard when you'd asked it so nonchalantly. "Hey so...is Dark Shadow part of oyu or like, a separate entity?"

"I like to think of him as a separate being, we just share the same body and soul." Tokoyami replied, briefly glancing up at you from the book he was reading on the couch. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason," you lied, chopping up vegetables for dinner. "Just crossed my mind the other day while I was at work."

"Well, I hope that answer is sufficient." He nodded, setting the book down and standing up to join you in the kitchen. "Anything else on your mind, dove?"

"I was just wondering... does that make me Dark Shadow's girlfriend too?" you pondered, missing how he froze behind you. He hadn't thought of it that way.

"I-I'm not sure, to be quite honest." He answered, glancing away awkwardly. "Do you want it to be that way?"

"I don't guess I'd be opposed to it," you shrugged, not giving it the same level of thought as he was. "Does he even have senses like that?"

"I don't know," he repeated, distracting his racing thoughts by putting away the dishes you'd washed before starting dinner. "He has likes and dislikes, he can feel pain and pleasure, so..."

"You mean like sexual pleasure?" you blurted so nonchalantly it gave him chills. "Or like the pleasure you get from eating something tasty? I know he likes sweets."

"I-I really don't know, dove." he blushed, unsure of how to answer any of your questions. "I've never asked and he's never told me so..."

"I'm sorry, 'Yami," you apologized sheepishly, giving him a sympathetic grin. "I didn't mean to make it weird, we can drop it."

-----

Needless to say, for the next week, your questioning riled Tokoyami up significantly, and he could feel his other half stir within him. After an admittedly quite awkward conversation with the entity, he promised himself the matter would get sorted when you came to his apartment for the night next.

-----

"Hey, Toko, I'm here!" you called, slipping into the apartment, and kicking the door behind you as your hands were full. "I picked up dinner on the way home, hope you're in the mood for pork cutlet!"

You blinked at the stillness of the apartment as you set everything down on the island, kicking out of your shoes by the door before heading deeper inside. "'Yami?" you called out, inching toward the bedroom, freezing in the doorway.

His bedroom was barely different from how it typically was, aglow with ambient candles and soft purple neon lights, gothic music playing quietly from a record player in the corner. What was different was the way he lounged on the bed, fully clothed, but scandalous way, void colored button up undone to his toned stomach with silver chains hanging against his chest. He wore matching slacks and polished loafers, much to your surprise. Tokoyami was typically such a stickler for not wearing shoes indoors, which meant he was wearing them, for a reason. He was dressed up for you, presenting his best self like all birds do.

The part of his peacocking that really intrigued you, however was how his vermillion stare never left you, seemingly trained on you before you'd even arrived. That and the way his calloused hand palmed his crotch, painted nails getting lost in the inky shadows on his slacks, and thick pewter watch catching the moonlight. "Welcome home, my dove."

"T-Tokoyami...?" you stuttered, knees quaking as you waited in the doorway like a deer stuck in the high beams of a truck. "W-What are you...?"

"Come forth, my love," he beckoned poetically, prompting your to naturally gravitate towards him. "How was work?" He asked, ignoring you, simply pulling you into him gently, making you sit down with him, rubbing your shoulders. "Hard day?"

"I-It was fine..." you replied, melting at his touch, moaning as he worked the knots from your neck. "I brought dinner... I didn't feel like cooking so I got us something on the way."

"So generous, my lark," He cooed, nuzzling his beak into hair, preening your locks. "Always thinking of others..."

"I-I guess..." you shrugged, embarrassed of the sudden praise, tickled slightly when his beak dragged against your nape.

"Such a sweet darling," your boyfriend hummed, grooming you lovingly. "We've missed you so much this week..."

"Raven..." you whispered, melting against him before tensing once more. "W-We? D-Did you invite someone else over?" you asked, the color draining from your face. "I-I don't know if I'm comfortable with-"

"Dark Shadow and I have been... talking about what you asked last week." He finally confessed, fingers running through your hair. "And we both agree that, if it were the will of her highness..." he smirked, nudging you from behind. "We'd like to share..."

You were speechless, wondering if this was real or a fantasy come to life. You had to admit, you'd always thought of his quirk being involved but you never thought it'd even be on the table, let alone handed to you on a silver platter. "Of course, the decision is yours, my lark."

"A-Alright..." you finally piped up, nodding. "I-I'd like to try..."

Tokoyami released a low, dark chuckle into your ear as his other half began to materialize from his back. "Divine..."

-----

"Fumi, look how she squirms..." Dark Shadow squealed with delight, abyssal claws squeezing your wrists as he pinned you to the bed. "So cute..."

"Don't tell me," Tokoyami laughed from between your thighs. "Tell her, she's yours now too, you know."

"Right, I keep forgetting..." The entity purred, face dipping into the crook of your neck, nipping at your flesh. "You're so, so cute, baby..." You writhed under their touch, Tokoyami's fingers working on digging an orgasm out of your core as he nipped softly at your plush thighs, coupled with Dark Shadow's relentless teasing. It was entirely too much for you and neither one of them seemed to care.

"A-Ah, fuck..." you cried, overstimulated tears slipping down your cheeks and being absorbed by the shadow as your hips bucked upwards against your first lover's face.

"Keep going, Fumi," the staticky voice teased. "I think she might cum right into your hand."

"You think she could?" Tokoyami replied, digging deeper, curled fingers grazing that special spot that made you see stars.

"Mhm," the abyss chirped against your throat, working his way down to your naked chest. Clawed hands settled on your upper stomach, shaking up and down as he giggled at the way your breasts bounced on your ribcage. "Can you do that, pretty girl? Can you cum on Fumi's hand for us?"

"T-Trying-!" you shrieked through gritted teeth. "W-Wanna so bad, Shadow!" Both of your boyfriends shivered at your words, reveling in your willingness to call the quirk out specifically by name. Your blissful cries made him feel so individual, like his own separate person.

"C'mon, princess, you can do it," Dark Shadow purred, indigo teeth nibbling at your earlobe as he talked you through it. "You like getting fucked on Fumi's fingers, don't you?" you simply nodded in response, mouth hanging open and eyes screwed shut as you chased your orgasm. "Oh, baby, I know you do. Look how well she takes your abuse, Fumi."

You couldn't take it anymore, vision going white as an embarrassingly lewd, cracky scream ripped from your drooly and kiss bitten lips. "That's it, dove," Tokoyami sighed, sore fingers never faltering through the strain as your hips rolled against them. "Ride it out, there you go, such a good girl for us."

"There she is," Shadow commented with delight, taking in the way your body quaked and face distorted. "Right into his hand, so perfect, yeah, baby..." He praised, pressing his beak to your forehead as a reward for hold out for him.

-----

"Shhh, we'll be gentle," the entity promised, wrapping around your torso so you could lean your back to his chest as Tokoyami kneeled over you both. "We'll do all the work, you just gotta lay here and take it, 'kay, sweetness?" You nodded, exhausted, looking up at the crow with droopy eyes. The way he stroked himself looked delicious, but having just come down from your own high, you were in no kind of shape to savor it.

You laid limp in Dark Shadow's arms, his abyssal claws kneading at your breast while his beak nipped into your shoulder from behind. "You look so divine, my love..." the raven cooed down to you, ruby eyes begging you for satisfaction. "Doesn't she, Shadow?"

"So pretty, so soft..." the entity answered with a soft chuckle. "Especially these titties and this tummy..." he added, groping the excess on your body. "Love having all this in my hands..."

Humiliation, exhaustion, and overstimulation dropped your chin to your collarbone, tearing away the sweet eye contact that had your pro hero boyfriend on the ropes. "No, darling, look at me, please..." he begged, having been well on his way. "Shadow, help her..."

Delighted to help, clawed hands roamed up your body, one settling under your chin to keep your head up, and the other settled in your hair, gently clenching a fistful to angle your head properly. "Awe, I know you're sleepy, sweets, but you have to help Fumi get there too. You wanna be a good girl, don't you?"

"M-Mhm..." was all you could choke out, mouth hung open as he squeezed your cheeks together. Your eyes fluttered open to see Tokoyami unravelling above you, his head falling back in bliss before returning his gaze back to you.

"Fuck, yes, light, that's it..." he sighed, fucking into his hand, leaning his pelvis in closer. It was this, coupled with the way Shadow's hands shifted to cup your cheeks, that made you realize what they wanted.

"Stick out that cute little tongue..." The abyss ordered playfully, pinching the tip of it between his thumb and index finger, pulling it out further. "So slobbery..." he mused, letting it go as he reached out to his host, who licked your saliva off his fingertips.

"A-Ah, fuck-!" Tokoyami grunted sharply, overcoming another wall, bringing him closer to climax. "O-Open up, lark..."

Dark Shadow's two index fingers then hooked into your cheeks like he was catching a fish, using his knuckles to force your top jaw wide while his middle fingers did the same to the bottom. "Say 'ahhh'..." he purred into your ear.

"A-Ahhh!" you tried to mimic, cheeks burning at how the thing laughed at your pathetic, muffled attempt.

"Say 'Please, Fumi, cum on my tongue!'" Shadow continued, relishing in how he position he had your mouth in made your tongue flop out, dripping drool into the spaces between your fingers.

"P-Pleash ch-cum on my chongue!" you slurred, love drunk and needy.

Suddenly, Tokoyami let out a pained grunt, leaning in close as his hips jerked against his closed fist. "A-As you... w-wish, my dove!" he cried as ropes shot out of his swollen bell, landing in your hair and on your face, tits, and tongue.

"Good job, Fumi," Shadow praised, petting your hair soothingly. "And you did so perfectly catching as much as you could, princess." he dragged his fingers across your tongue to remove as much of his host's seed as he could. "Taste good, baby?" You nodded, reveling in the icky feeling of jizz congealing in your lashes, preparing to swallow what of the load made it into your mouth. "Ah ah, don't you swallow that."

Your first lover leaned forward, head tilted and tongue out before he met your lips, initiating a tired but needy make-out that was all slobber and see and tongue as he tried to avoid poking his sharp beak into your plush lips. Before you could even realize what was happening, Tokoyami had eaten his own cum from your mouth, or as much of it as he could.

"How was that, Fumi?" The more playful partner chirped, wiping his hands off on your tummy.

"Divine..." The other heaved, collapsing next to you, pulling your in close.

"Playtime's over?" Shadow asked, a bit saddened to have not been able to climax himself, but then again, he didn't have the ability.

"For now, friend..." the host replied, barely conscious as you were already beginning to drift off. "I-I promise next time, you'll be more involved. We can work on seeing what you can really do in the future..." he swore as his soulmate began to dissipate back within himself, feeling a bit guilty for having all the fun.

"Can't wait to play with sweets again," the entity accepted, now almost totally absorbed into Tokoyami's back. "Goodnight, baby, I love you..."

The crow could help but feel his heart swell at the small confession. Although you'd only been dating for a few months, he had already long since decided he wanted you to be his wife one day, and knowing you and the other part of himself were falling in love meant everything to him. It was a brand new level of acceptance he never thought possible. He had known you were the one but this night only resolidified his belief in that.

"Goodnight, my light..." He purred softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he snuggled up with you. "I-" He suddenly paused before smiling serenely at you. "We... love you to death and beyond."

[getitinbusan]

I've Got A Coupon (18+) 

Part 4

Jimin: Voyeur: You can look but you can't touch.

Warnings: 18+ consensual sexual poly relationships. Always swearing, Safe sex is implied. Don't read smut if you can't handle the 🍆💦

Words: 1400

Valentine's Day, what do you give 7 men who already have everything?

Sitting down, you create a series of Love Coupons and place them in a bowl...

Erotic movie night

Massage with a happy ending

Lap dance

Voyeur, look but don't touch!

Naked Chef, dining al fresco

Trip to the sex shop

Location of your choice!

Calling them to the kitchen they each take a turn picking their present.

Series Masterlist

12 pm: 

Y/N: It's your time baby!  Can't wait to see what you came up with. Where are you?

Chim: I'm at the front entrance, Come get in the 🚙

You jumped into the passenger seat and you could just tell he was up to no good.

"Jimin, I can smell the mischief exuding from your pores." 

You began questioning why you'd let them make the coupon their own fantasy.

"I don't know how on earth you managed to turn this prompt into a field trip." 

Reading the look on your face he giggled, "Don't worry it's not that bad. Do up your seatbelt my metres running."

Pulling into the alley you still weren't sure where you were.

"We're taking the back entrance, the last thing we need are Dispatch photos of us going in here." 

"But it's not that bad? Just career ending if you were to get caught? Seems worth it." 

"The reward totally outweighs the risk, trust me." 

He pulled the innocuous looking back door open and you were met by a huge flashing pink neon sign "SKIN" 

"A strip club?" 

He smiled, "Private Room." 

"So you brought me to a strip club so that we can mutually masturbate in a professional setting?" 

He kissed you with the smirk on his face, "I thought you were smarter than this." 

"Park Jimin, if someone's about to get freaky with you maybe don't call them dumb." 

He rolled his eyes, "let's go."

He shouted across the bar, "Is it ready for me?"  

The scantily clad server came over and kissed his cheek. "It sure is, I think you already know where #7 is." She looked you up and down before letting out a disappointed "hmmff," while heading back to the bar. 

"Wow, now I feel ugly and stupid. Sure hope this date gets better." 

He pulled your hand up the hallway past several open doors. They were peep show boxes. 

Stopping when he got to room 7 he leaned in close, "I think 7 may be your lucky number." 

The room was sparse. The dim lighting revealed everything in silhouette. There was a black leather couch that sat in front of a curtained window and small table off to the side with an old school phone. 

"Are you ever going to explain this little fantasy to me?" 

He picked the phone up off its cradle and hit a number you couldn't see. "You can start." That's all that was said before he hung it back up. 

"The card said you can look but you can't touch." He stood behind you, his breath hot on your neck as he spoke. "But it didn't say WHO couldn't be touched." 

He certainly was clever. You really didn't think there was much to interpret on this one but he'd managed to invent a whole work around in less than 24 hours. 

"So we can touch each other while we watch someone else! That's really very impressive Jimin." 

He lit up at the praise. "Apparently I'm highly motivated by sex." 

"Then let's get you a reward."

Walking to the window you drew the curtain open to reveal the set. A black leather couch, a small table and a phone. The mirror image of your own room except theirs contained two naked women who were kissing. 

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, "Did I do good?"

You turned and pulled his shirt over his head, "Can they see us?" 

"Only if you want them to." 

"I think I'll take a pass, my body isn't meant to be shown off like theirs."

With a frown on his face he tucked your hair behind your ear. "You're perfect Y/N and you've got absolutely nothing to be ashamed of." 

You smiled bashfully. If anyone knew the struggle of being self conscious it was Jimin. 

He slowly undid the zipper down the back of your dress and slid his hands inside. Skimming his fingers from your waist to your shoulders he pulled the straps away from your body until it fell around your feet. 

"You're perfect." 

His lips kissed the back of your neck sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. Your bare skin was covered with goosebumps and your nipples were pebbled in anticipation. 

Longing for his lips you turned and kissed him. Soft, wet, warm puffy lips that perfectly aligned with your own. 

"You know the best part of being friends who fuck?" 

"I'm hoping I get to find out." 

"It's the part where I know exactly what you're thinking, exactly what you want just by looking at you."

"Tell me, what do I want Y/N?"

Dropping to your knees you released him from the stranglehold of his zipper. He sat hard and thick waiting behind the fabric of his Calvin's. 

"My mouth." You pulled them down just enough to keep him tucked in and kissed the neatly trimmed area of his lower abdomen.

He groaned," Please don't make me wait, I've been thinking about this since yesterday." 

Pulling his pants down over the swell of his ass you took him into your mouth. He was the perfect size for sucking, and he loved that he could disappear into your mouth entirely.

You grabbed his hands and put them on your head. "Use your hands Jimin." 

His fingers tangled into your hair as he pumped himself slowly past your lips. 

With your mouth around him sucking, he watched the two women behind the glass. They sat, tongues licking tits and fingers in pussy's. It was a sensory experience like no other and he  couldn't help his desperate moaning. 

There was no way he'd last at this pace. "Come up here and watch."

As soon as you stood, his lips caught yours, his tongue plunged deep into your mouth seeking the comfort of its counterpart.

"Over here," he moved you to the back of the couch. He positioned your hands exactly where he wanted them. "Legs apart for me." His hands ran down your back and came to rest on your hips. "How's your view?" 

Behind the couch you both stood, his cock pressed against your entrance. "It's perfect." 

The women lay in 69, lips on clits in their private room as he thrust himself inside you. 

"Do you think I can make you cum before they do?" 

He placed his index finger on your clit and slowly circled the wet bud. It was heaven. 

As your closest confidant Jimin knew everything you needed and then some. He was the keeper of all of your secrets. He knew every intimate detail of your sex life with Yoongi, and you'd gushed on more than one occasion about Guk's prowess. He had the insider advantage of knowing both men's skills and he was now combining them and using them against you.  

"That's how you like it isn't it?"

You moaned with each thrust against your cervix. "Right up inside you as deep as I can get?"

Your eyes were closed enjoying every second lost in your climb when your hair was tugged back. "You'd better open those eyes. The game's look, don't touch and you're not looking."

He gripped your hair in his fist keeping your neck strained. "Look at them rubbing their clits together." His index finger pressed a little firmer and faster. 

"Fuck me harder Jimin," you cried out about to cum. 

His thrusts hitting just right and the excitement of the voyeurism met in perfect timing.

Collapsing from your orgasm he pulled out and came all over your back." 

"I can't wait to tell my best friend about the great fuck I just had." 

He smiled and pulled his pants back on, " I think from now on  our sleepovers are gonna be a lot more interesting. 

Part 5: Jin - Naked Cooking

[bangtanxm]

Bookclub; June ‘20; Review List

This month’s theme was Jimin x Member;  asking our members to find the best Jimin centered fics they could. From that list, we chose two fics to highlight and read for this month, and that’s where you all come in. 

Below is a link to the two fics that were chosen to review this month. 

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All of the reviews from our bookclub members and followers will be summarized in a highlight-post at the end of August! You can find all of this month’s chosen stories below the cut! Happy Reading! Your Bangtanxm; Team

IN YOUR EYES (IT’S WHERE I WANNA BE) written by bonnia » One-Shot; Jimin x Yoongi » Summary; Jimin pauses with his marker inches away from the cup, because — is he really going to do this? Isn’t it a bit old-fashioned to write something flirty on a coffee cup? But no matter what his churning gut says about danger and what the hell are you doing do you want to die, this guy is — with no better way to put it — totally Jimin’s Type with a capital T.

(Or: Jimin accidentally starts a nickname war with the cute blonde who likes his coffee way too bitter.) » Disclaimer; fluff, college au, coffee shop au → https://archiveofourown.org/works/6602608

JIHOPE SOULMATE DRABBLE written by @softjeon​ » One-Shot; Hoseok x Jimin

» Disclaimer; fluff, witch!Hoseok → https://softjeon.tumblr.com/post/190776917133/jihope-soulmate-au

In addition to these two wonderful fics that are being highlighted, our members recommended a list of other Jimin-centric fics for your reading pleasure. Though we are not reviewing these ones, we encourage you to read as many as you would like and give feedback to the hardworking authors that put out these gems. 

CONNECTIONS written by @flora-jimin​ » One-Shot; OT7 » Summary; Jimin starts to feel a little out of place and left out in their relationship.The boys make sure he knows he’s just as important to them as they are to him.

» Disclaimer; Sense8 Au, Poly Relationship, Self Loathing, Hurt/Comfort, Humiliation Kink, Makeup Sex, Overstimulation, Aftercare, Superpowers, Oral, Threesome, Frotting, Voyeurism, Overstimulation

SOUL-TIE written by @i-live-so-i-love​ » One-Shot; Jimin x Yoongi » Summary; The red line of fate. Ruby strand of eternity. Crimson thread of destiny. Poets tried to describe it in flowery terms but most people just called it the soul tie. The bond between soul mates represented by a shining red thread that only the those tied together could see. It told people they were meant to be together and allowed then to share their strongest emotions directly. Finding the person at the other end of your soul tie was the greatest day in most people’s lives. Jimin wasn’t so sure it would be for him.

» Disclaimer; first time, angst, with a happy ending, homophobia, smut

BUT THAT’S NOT MY BUSINESS written by @chimknj​ » One-Shot; Jimin x Namjoon » Summary; Is it wrong to want respect? Is it wrong to be heard and wanted? Jimin seemed to think so, but Namjoon proves him wrong. 

» Disclaimer; angst with a happy ending

WALK THE WALK written by bazooka » One-Shot; Hoseok x Jimin » Summary; From a prompt: "We always see each other in the elevator during our walk of shame and it’s gotten to the point where we just share our escapades now and why haven’t we slept together yet?"

» Disclaimer; casual sex, light Dom/sub

MONSTER UNDER THE BED written by born2besad » One-Shot; Jimin x Namjoon » Summary; Namjoon’s new apartment came with a little more than he was expecting......luckily for him and his nighttime visitor, he’s into it.

» Disclaimer; fluff, college au, coffee shop au

pwp, tentacle sex, multiple penetration, sounding, messy, masturbation, implied/referenced brainwashing, come inflation

NEON LIGHTS written by skadirh » One-Shot; Jimin x Namjoon » Summary; Jimin has anticipated going to another rave for a long time, when it finally happens he never thought he'd end up in a dingy bathroom with a hot as fuck drug dealer.

» Disclaimer; smut, rave, drug dealing (no drug use), bathroom sex, dirty talk, orgasm delay/denial, dry orgasm, multiple orgasms, one night stands

The 100-DAY LOVE CHALLENGE written by jeosheo » One-Shot; Jimin x Yoongi » Summary; For a variety show challenge, Jimin must tell Yoongi every day for 100 days that he loves him. Let's get this shit started.

» Disclaimer; fluff

TEETER TOTTER written by fatal (cumrich) » One-Shot; Hoseok x Jimin » Summary; Five times jimin accidentally stumbles into his neighbour and the one time it’s very much on purpose.

» Disclaimer; fluff, neighbors au, unresolved romantic tension, 5+1

THIRST written by skadirh » One-Shot; Jimin x Yoongi » Summary; Kim Namjoon rarely gets time to relax. When he does, he always finds himself at the same bar with the same drink.

» Disclaimer; alpha/beta/omega dyanamics, gangsters, crossdressing, lactation kink, male lacttion, orgasm delay/denial, praise kink, nipple play, coming untouched, frottage, knotting, dirty talk, self-lubrication, multiple orgasms, come inflation

BABY BLUE written by @chimknj​ » One-Shot; Jimin x Namjoon » Summary; Jimin is blue. He’s loyal to his customers and confident in everything he does. Namjoon is white. He’s pristine and maintains a perfect balance in life. When the two come together, they create baby blue, a color of freshness and something new. It’s new for both of them, but not all new things are bad. 

» Disclaimer; bdsm themes, light restraint, oral (giving and receiving), edging, spanking, sex toys, slight dom/sub relationship

COLOR ME IN RAINBOW written by @jooneos​ » One-Shot; Jimin x Namjoon » Summary; Namjoon feels a little down after his shift at the lgbt+ charity he volunteers at. Lucky for him Jimin is the cutest human (and boyfriend) on the planet.

» Disclaimer; therapist!namjoon, cat adoption center worker!jimin, established relationship, mentions of lgbt teens having a hard time/being in the closet/crying

CONFLICTING ARRANGEMENT written by prettyboykiller » One-Shot; Jimin x Yoongi » Summary; "Absolutely not," Yoongi deadpanned. "Namjoon-ah. I value you as a friend, and I think I'd even go as far as to say that you're my best friend, but absolutely fucking not.""You owe me," Namjoon pleaded. "Come on, Yoongi, it's not a big deal.""Your boyfriend's best friend's best friend needs a fake boyfriend to come out to his family this Chuseok, all the way in fucking Busan." Yoongi repeated drily without pause, making Namjoon wince. He flipped a page of his textbook, picking up his highlighter. "Not a big deal, Namjoon. Amazing."

» Disclaimer; fake dating

THE BET written by jonghyunslisterine » One-Shot; Jimin x Jungkook » Summary; Where Jeon Jungkook makes a bet that he can get the notoriously single Park Jimin to sleep with him by the end of the semester.Needless to say, things don't go exactly as planned.

» Disclaimer; college au, alcohol, fluff, implied sexual content, mild angst, partying, mentions of past bullying, mentions of past emotionally abusive relationship

PAINT THE ROSES WHITE written by @i-live-so-i-love​ » One-Shot; Jimin x Taehyung » Summary; Jimin’s life sucks. He’s miserable, beat down, and tired. That is, until a mysterious boy with purple hair and a dangerous smile slides into his life and turns it upside down. The White Queen is ruling and drinks are on the house in the Hat Trick Lounge. Caterpillar is missing and the Prince of Hearts is ready for a war, if only he could figure out where his damn rabbit ran off to again…

» Disclaimer; alice in wonderland au, smut, fluff, angst, abusive parents, shapeshifter Taehyung, barebacking, alcohol use, implied drug use

THE PLAN written by @hungline​ » One-Shot; Hoseok x Jimin » Summary; Jimin’s head over heels in love with Hoseok, but Hoseok only sees him as his cute dongsaeng.

» Disclaimer; fluff, light angst, non au, meeting the parents au, rated pg15, referenced sexual content

[mychemicalficrecs]

Do you know of any good poly fics? It can include members from other bands.

hiya! any poly fics (no waycest pls)?

I hope you don't mind me answering these together. Tbh the only other band I read occasionally is FOB, so most ships on this list include Lindsey and/or Jamia! I didn't always include every ship each fic is tagged with (especially if there are 'sub ships'), but the main one should always be included.

Polyfic

Whatever a Moon Has Always Meant, Whatever a Sun Will Always Sing by melusina, Frank/Jamia/Gerard, 7k, Explicit. "Maybe I want you to steal my boyfriend. Or. . .I don’t know -- borrow him?"

All That Shit Seems To Disappear When I'm With You by gala_apples, Frank/Patrick/Mikey/Pete, 26k, Explicit. Frank’s been attracted to Mikey for awhile, a feeling that he’s kept carefully to himself. Other people don’t have the same compulsion for secrecy. On the first day of school there’s a short angry boy standing at Frank’s locker, condemning him for making Pete’s life hard. September quickly turns into a month of bad decision making as Frank, Pete, and Patrick deal with Mikey not feeling the same way they do. Except, that’s not true. After all, none of them have actually asked Mikey his side of things.

Love: The Package Deal by jjtaylor, Frank/Gerard, Lindsey/Gerard, Frank/Jamia, Lindsey/Frank/Gerard, 30k, Mature. Gerard gets a special kind of amnesia. Frank gets to reexamine his idea of acceptable relationship structures. Lots of people fail to communicate effectively, but they all sure remember how to kiss.

Backstage Blowjobs by mistresscurvy, Lindsey/Frank/Jamia/Gerard, 9k, Explicit. Gerard should be thinking about the last show of the fall tour. Instead all he can focus on is Frank's mouth.

Fuck the Snow (Repeat as Necessary) by mistresscurvy, Frank/Gerard, 6k, Explicit. "Remind me why we came to New Jersey in January to practice rather than staying in L.A. where it's warm and not, you know, snowing," Ray says, staring out the front door at the white flakes coming down.

Went Out Looking for the Rainbow by fleurdeliser, tuesdaysgone, Lindsey/Jamia, 13k, Explicit. When a stressed out Jamia shows up at her front door, Lindsey decides what they need is a weekend away.

A Light to Burn All the Empires by Arsenic, Frank/Mikey, Frank/Mikey/Pete, 32k, Explicit. Mikey and Frank are outed. There are, as one might imagine, repercussions.

With Words I Thought I'd Never Speak by brynnmck, Frank/Gerard, Lindsey/Gerard, 11k, Explicit. It's like being with Lindsey has switched on some sort of current inside him, and when he gets up onstage it comes crackling out, lighting him up, sparking off the sweaty upturned glowing faces of all the kids out in the audience, and he couldn't shut it off if he tried. And Frankie is, well, Frankie, only turned up to eleven, somehow, flailing all over the place like a downed power line, leaving a trail of blissed-out destruction in his wake. And his face in Gerard's crotch.

A State Of Orange by gala_apples, Frank/Mikey, Frank/Gerard, 20k, Explicit. Being a halfling in a red state can sometimes cause issues for Frank Iero. He’s the weakest at Jett Clement High School, and probably the entire state (not counting the meal plans). His moods are oddly stable, as much as he tries to be mercurial. And being able to withstand the sun for up to twenty minutes only allows him more time to be forced into chores. Still, his parents are insane if they think he’s going to be happy about their decision. Frank doesn’t want to move to a Mixed state. How is he supposed to get great friends? How is he supposed to find great food? How is he supposed to have great sex? But Frank doesn’t have a choice. He’s New Jersey bound for the next year, if not longer. He’ll be surrounded by tame vampires who have been nagged out of a sex drive, and humans he’s not allowed to eat. Mixed states suck. Lucky for him, not every person in Jersey sucks.

Just because you're pregnant... by greedy_dancer, Frank/Gerard, Frank/Jamia/Gerard, 998 words, Explicit. Written in the First Lines Meme, for the prompt: how about a Frank/Gerard phone sex story? :D which became a Jamia/Frank/Gerard story instead.

Blueprints For Building Better Boys by dear_monday, Frank/Gerard, Frank/Ray/Mikey, 7k, Explicit. "Eight years ago," Amanda begins, "Dr. Monae and myself began work on the ArchAndroid project. By the time they were ready, we'd designed and tested everything, right down to the cybernetics and the synthetic organs. Two months ago, we switched them on for the first time." Frank, Gerard, Ray, and Mikey are the ArchAndroids. Frank's got a faulty personality circuit, Gerard's primary memory chip is kind of temperamental, there's a bug somewhere in Mikey's speech protocol, and Ray's anger response lags like a motherfucker. They're also the world's most potty-mouthed robots, although with any luck there won't be any occasion for the world's press to find out about that. Written for Bandom Reverse Big Bang @ livejournal.

In the Morning by greedy_dancer, Frank/Jamia/Gerard, Frank/Jamia, 21k, Explicit. Threesomes don’t normally happen to Gerard, especially not repeat threesomes with the hot new punk couple in town, but it’s not like he’s going to complain. It’s only a bit of fun – what else could it be? And yet… if it’s really that simple, why can’t he bring himself to tell Mikey about it?

Give Me a Reason by mistresscurvy, Lindsey/Frank/Jamia/Gerard, 38k, Explicit. July 2007. Frank is fucking stoked for the next tour. This one will be the best ever, because his wife's gonna be with him the entire time. They've been married for less than six months, and he still can't fucking believe he got to marry her. This summer is going to rock. But life never happens as he plans.

Neon When You Come and Go by fleurdeliser, tuesdaysgone, Frank/Jamia/Gerard, Frank/Jamia, 21k, Explicit. All Gerard wanted was someone other than his mom doing his hair.

Work Husband by the_ragnarok, Frank/Jamia, Frank/Gerard, 7k, Explicit. “Oh, honey,” Jamia says. “You think I don’t know you? You’re like a puppy, you need someone to play with you or you start chewing the furniture and peeing on everything.”

[dis-easedfairy]

Impulsive Decision Pt.7

Female Path | Male Path

Chapter 7: Neon Lights

Warnings!: Kidnapping | Swearing

Genre: Poly!au, angst, fluff, eventual smut, yandere!au

Pairings: BTS x Reader / Kim Taehyung x Reader / Kim Seokjin x Reader / Jung Hoseok x Reader / OC x Reader / Park Jimin x Reader / Min Yoongi x Reader (just a lil)

Word Count: 7,004

Summary: F/n is the owner of a very wealthy and successful company, Barnanby Inc. F/n attends a BTS show. They make a very impulsive decision to show a loophole in BTS’s security and end up kidnapping BTS and 2 girls. In a fit of panic F/n stashes BTS and the girls in a very luxurious bunker for the time being, but F/n’s world slowly starts to crumble the longer the boys are out of the public’s eye.

A/N: I know this took a while! It was meant to be very different from the Male Path (both story and personality) and that meant no copy+paste+edit, I had to actually write a completely different part and have it end somewhat similar so my bad. If you have any feedback, suggestions or questions, feel free to tell me anon or not! (this goes for any of my another work too) Thank you for reading and waiting!

The next morning I woke up, sat up and stretched, meaning Tae was no longer in the bed with me. I got up and tried to find my pants, which I assumed Tae or one someone was holding them hostage.

I let out a deep sigh and went to open the door to go out into the hallway, only to have the door open from the other side. I stepped back with a small ‘oh, sorry’ falling from my lips.  I soon came face to face with Jimin, a small smile on his face when he saw I was surprised to see him.

“Good morning! I got you breakfast.” Jimin smiled at my obvious shyness.

“Thank you, Jimin.” I sat on the bed, trying to cover my legs with the blanket.

Jimin only smiled, seeing me try to cover up, “I think Tae gave your clothes to Jin to wash.”

Jimin put the plates on the table that we left there for lunch today and went to what I assumed was Tae’s dresser. He searched for a bit and pulled out a shirt and sweatpants. He handed them to me and faced the wall.

“ Thank you, Jimin,” I said shyly as I pulled off the hoodie from my overheated body and tossed it on the bed, I pulled on the shirt and sweatpants AND sighed in relief.

“You can turn around now.” I informed him, slipping off the bed to the floor.

“So, you and Seongmi?” Jimin asked, his voice was in a tone I couldn’t pinpoint as he sat beside me.

“Umm, I don’t know. I don’t even know if I like girls, I’ve confused for a long time, that’s all.” I tried to put my feelings into words in my head, but failed to do so.

“She has a thing for you, she’s been flirting and dropping a lot of hints.”

“I’m aware, I saw the way she looked at me when I pulled away from the hug, I don’t want to lead her on thinking that I could be in a relationship with her, only for her to get heartbroken if I realize I’m not attracted to women.”

Jimin only nodded in understanding. I looked over to the plates Jimin came in with. It was kimchi jeon, I was familiar with it, it was a savory pancake with kimchi in it, however, there was a small bowl on top of it, it looked like eggs, but a little different.

“What’s this?” I asked, poking the egg with my spoon.

“Gyeran-jjim. It’s steamed egg.” Jimin explained, beginning to eat.

The egg was almost like a big extra fluffy egg and I didn’t mind, not one bit. after a few minutes of silence, Jimin spoke up.

“So, does your family know about the bunker?”

“Not really, I started making this after my dad died. I only tell only people who need to know, like my accountant or Jason when I decide to go rogue. I usually make up an excuse for not being at my apartment, this is my safe space.” I poked at my food.

Jimin only nodded. I hadn’t worked on any character designs. I’d do that after breakfast.

“I’m sorry.” Jimin broke me from my thoughts.

“Huh? Why? What happened? If you broke something, that’s okay, I don’t have a lot of sentimental things down here anyway.” I took a bite of my kimchi jeon.

“No. I’m sorry I thought differently of you.” He looked so sad, I didn’t understand why.

“I understand why you thought of me that way. I kidnapped you. You’re famous. You have threats every day, Jimin, I understand.” I assured him, giving his thigh a quick pat and tried to think of designs again.

“What are you thinking about?” Jimin put more food in his mouth.

“Barnaby designs.” I answered truthfully.

“Jin’s right, you are a workaholic.” I giggled.

“No, it’s just, I’ve been just working for so long that it’s all I do know. I had Jason to talk to, but most of the time I would rather work than party.”

“Is Jason a party animal?” Jimin questioned.

“He used to be. I’ve known him for a long time, but after the age of 16 he hung out with people who partied and I mourned my father, I wanted to push forward into the future and he wanted to enjoy his youth, I wasn’t mad at him for it, if I was normal I would want the same. Around a year or two ago, he got into trouble. I helped him out by hiring him at my company, I made him a director. He’s still a little bit of a party animal but he has in under control and knows when to stop. ” I explained, then took a bite of steamed eggs.

“...What kind of trouble?”

I shrugged, “I dunno, he just said he hit a rough patch so I helped. Maybe he’ll tell you.” I lied.

I worked on my sketch as Jimin casually drew, sitting across from me at the dining room table as Jin and Tae were battling over a game of Mario Kart while Hobi laughed at them from the couch.

“Hyung, you should come here.” Jungkook’s voice came from Jimin’s phone that was set on the table.

Without taking his eyes off his masterpiece he pressed the button on the screen, “I’m a little busy right now.”

“Please? It’s important. I’m in the gym” Jimin sighed.

“Fine, I’m on my way.” Jimin answered and stood.

“I’ll be back, F/n.” Jimin mumbled and left through the door behind me that lead to the gym.

I focused on my work, not glancing up as Tae shouted that Jin was a cheater. Someone sat next to me, I thought it was Hobi since he was moving between sitting beside me and on the couch for the past few minutes.

“Maybe I’m wrong, but I always thought Jin was the kind of person to like move your hand or something while playing then pretend like he never touched you when he wins.” I voiced, still not looking up.

“Why is it that I can actually see that happening?” A higher pitched voice asked.

My head snapped to look at Seongmi. I laughed nervously.

“Sorry, Seongmi, I thought you were Hobi.”

“He has nice legs so you get a pass. What are you working on?” She asked, her hand starting to move to Jimin’s sketch pad.

Please, Hobi has nice everything.

I quickly grabbed her wondering hand in fear of Jimin’s work being smudged and ruined. I placed her hand on her lap and went back to coloring in my work, making sure to watch the table in case her wondering hands got too close to Jimin’s work for my liking.

“Just coloring in my work for character design.” I answered simply.

“Those markers look so professional.” She awed.

“Uh, we have a big supply of them for the animators? I’d figured they’d seem normal to you now.”

She shook her head, “I never got to see them at work before, I was always doing everything else but animate.”

That seemed odd but I smiled, sliding my sketchpad over to her and handing her the marker.

“Have fun.” Her eyes widened and she shook her head.

“I don’t want to ruin your work.”

“It’s fine, go for it! I’ve drawn Barnaby so many times its muscle memory. If you mess up I can just draw another.” I assured.

She began to color in the drawing and I leaned closer. She smelled like chocolate frosting. Why did she smell like frosting? Now I wanted frosting. I stood up and walked to the fridge and then started rummaging through the cabinets when I couldn’t find what I was looking for.

“Need help?” Seongmi asked.

I shook my head. I found a box of bran cereal and looked at it suspiciously. I don’t fuck with bran cereal so why is it here?? I grabbed the box angrily and turned eyed it. There was a note stuck to the back.

If you keep eating frosting like you had a bad break up, you’re going to have a heart attack, eat something healthy for once.

-Jason

“This motherfucker.” I said under my breath.

“He said you’d react that way, word for word.” Seongmi laughed.

I moved to the table and got my phone, unlocking it and opening the walkie-talkie app. I found Jason and held down the button.

“You trick ass snake, where the fuck is my frosting?”

“There is perfectly edible bran cereal for you.” I could hear him trying not to laugh.

“Fuck the cereal I want my frosting.”

“You had cookie dough frosting, F/n. That’s like making something unhealthy more unhealthy.”

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion. Give. It. Back.”

“I don’t have it. I threw it all away in a random dumpster.”

“Isn’t that illegal?”

“I don’t care! I’m a rebel. Fuck yo frostin’.”

“Bitch got me cryin’ in the club.” I fake sniffled.

“I don’t care, bye F/n.”

I sat beside Seongmi with a sad plop.

“Aww, poor F/n-ie.” She cooed, running her hand through my hair.

Uh, what? I got her hand and set it back on the table. I didn’t fully trust her actions, even though I so badly wanted her to take care of me, I didn’t think it was a good idea deep down. I got up and went to Hobi on the couch. I jumped on the seat next to Hobi, he was leaned back, throw pillow to his chest, legs spread in a completely relaxed state that was oddly sexual.

“Hobi? Do you know where the vault key is? I want frosting.” I whined.

Hobi chuckled, “Jin Hyung, F/n wants the vault key because she wants frosting.”

“Frosting? We haven’t even had lunch yet, F/n.” Jin wasn’t fazed by my whining.

“Please, Jin Oppa?” I pressed, trying to give him puppy eyes.

Tae and Hobi dramatically clutched their chests at the action. Jin tried not to smile, but I saw it.

“No, F/n.”

“I’ll help with dinner!” He was starting to break.

“I’ll give you a kiss...” I added shyly.

Jin let out a noise of defeat and dug in his pocket for the key.

“You help with dinner and I get a kiss when you get your frosting, okay?” I nodded to his terms.

“Words, F/n.” Omfg his voice was soft but his tone...

“Yes, Jin Oppa.” Jin smiled and handed me the key.

I jumped up, happy that I won. I gave Jin and Tae a quick kiss on the cheek and tried to do the same with Hobi, only he turned his face last minute and gave my lips a peck. I felt like my soul was going to leave my body.

Hobi laughed and put his hands on my upper arms as I hid my face in my hands.

“Get your frosting and don’t stay out too long, okay.” I nodded to Hobi’s words.

“Good girl.” Hobi moved my hair out my face and I quickly made my way to the kitchen to grab my keys.

I saw Seongmi move out the corner of my eye and made it to the table just in time to stop her from trying to touch Jimin’s work again. She pouted.

“Just one look.”

“As a fellow artist, you should know how we feel about people peeping at unfinished work.”

“I don’t mind if anyone sees my unfinished work.”

“I do, you never know, Jimin might.”

“Jimin might what?” Jimin asked, coming from the hall.

“Might not like someone looking at your ‘unfinished’ work.” Seongmi rolled her eyes.

Jimin took the sketchpad from me, a thankful smile on his face.

“I’m on my way to get frosting, need anything?” I asked Jimin.

He shook his head, “Be back for dinner, okay?”

...Was...Was that a command?

“Okay, Jimin.”

Once I arrived at the store I got a few containers of frosting and paid. I decided to go check on the store that shipped my neon sign and have several more picked out and delivered to the bunker. The day was warm but it had been raining off and on, for some reason rain made me want coffee. So I went to a coffee shop that Jason had been begging me to go to and ordered my drink. I sat down in the cozy cafe to wait for my order.

I texted called Jason to tell him about my visit to his coffee shop.

“F/n! I, uh actually was about to call you...”

“Really? Anyway, I’m at that coffee shop you said to go to! Also, you won’t believe what just happened with Hobi just now!” I smiled as I saw the barista bringing my coffee.

“F/n, actually I need to tell you something.” Jason’s voice seemed so glum as I thanked the barista.

“If it’s bad, pile it on, I’m numb to bad news now.” I sipped my cappuccino.

“I’m back!” The voice wasn’t Jason’s.

I didn’t recognize it at first, that was until Jason spoke up.

“Just hear him out, F/n. I’m sure we can all be friends like be-”

“I don’t want that. Jason, I love you like a brother, honestly, I do, but you don’t seem to understand how much I don’t care about him or what he has to say. He needs a job? Give him one. He needs money? Give it to him and send him on his way. I love you, but if you bring him anywhere near me, I will not hesitate to push you away too.” I hung up, coffee now too bitter to enjoy.

I closed that problem long ago and wasn’t planning on going back to it. I decided to pull out the walkie-talkie app.

“Jin?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“If Jason goes over, make sure he’s alone before you let him in.”

“...Is there something you need to tell us?” No.

“Just make sure he’s alone, okay?”

“Is everything okay.”

“Yes.”

After lunch with the boys, I headed to the entrance room and tried to hang up fairy lights, which was my next task in the bunker before the boys arrived here. I stood on the bed, trying to reach up to secure the strand on the hooks in the wall. I heard the double doors slide open and closed.

“Warm white?” I heard a deep voice ask.

“Yeah, this was intended to be kinda cozy room for binge-watching Netflix and Crunchyroll. ” I explained without looking.

I felt the bed shift from him getting on and standing behind me. Tae gently got the lights from me and reached forward, hooking them effortlessly.

“I wish I was tall now.” I sighed sadly, making Tae laugh.

“You don’t need to be tall. I’ll do everything for you.”

I turned to face him. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close.

“So I heard Seongmi tried to flirt you today.” He raised one hand to cup my face.

“Yeah, I don’t know though, she seems...off?” I frowned.

Tae leaned forward, placing a kiss on my cheek and moving my hair away from my neck.

“I heard you called Jin ‘Oppa’ too.” His breath tickled my neck.

“Um I d-I mean yes, but it was because I wanted frosting.” I stammered, nervously trying to explain.

“Jimin told me he loved your shyness this morning when he got you my clothes to wear.” He said against my neck.

I swallowed thickly as my face felt like it was scorching.

“Hobi kissed you too, this morning I mean. The guys cooed about how adorable you were.” His hands slid to my hips.

He sprinkled light kisses on my neck and collarbone.

“Lay down.” He commanded softly.

I obeyed, laying flat on the bed trying to predict what he was planning on doing. Tae put his knees on either side of my thighs then leaned forward, both his hands pressed to the bed on the sides of my head. He soon wasn’t satisfied with that position and opened my legs with one of his knees. He lowered himself even closer, fitting himself perfectly between my legs. It was both heaven and hell.

A part of me thought it was just as innocent as the other times we’ve cuddled, but the more rational part of me knew that this was far from innocent and that was his intention.

“Do the others know?” His voice dropped an octave or two.

“Know what?” I breathed, trying not to make it obvious that my heart was beating too hard to the point that it was audible.

Tae’s hands slid from the bed to the side of my neck, “That I’m your new favorite. You said so, remember?” His voice sounded nonchalant I knew he could feel my heartbeat now.

“I haven’t told anyone,” I admitted.

Tae chortled, “I’ll be happy to let them know. I’m sure Seongmi is just dying to know. ” Before I could reply he placed a small kiss on my chin, to my jaw then made his way to my neck.

His lips found a spot and kissed it before attaching his lips and starting to suck. His hands began to explore, feeling my stomach and sides. I whimpered softly as he began to kiss, bite and even lick at the spot. My fingers knotted in his hair, wanting his body closer. He pulled away earning a whine of disapproval from me.  

“Just as long as you remember who’s your favorite.” My eyes widened once I finally understood what he did.

“I just unintentionally sold you, my soul, didn’t I?” I breathed.

He only gave me a giggle as he got off of me. I stared at the ceiling. Well, this just got more interesting.

   I helped Jin with dinner and the others helped set up. I saw Suga and Hobi whispering to each other as I mixed the lemonade.

“N/n? Do you have any spare notebooks?” Hobi asked, making Suga shoot him a look.

“They’re in the office. There are at least nine in there, help yourselves. This bunker is as much yours as it is mine. Also, if you need anything at all write it on the list or ask Jason.” I smiled, setting the lemonade on the table.

“But make sure Jason is alone before you let him in.” Hobi added quickly.

“Yeah, remind me to order the most expensive pizza in Seoul and have it delivered to him by the way.” I sighed, making Jin laugh.

“Why, what did he do?” Jimin asked as Jungkook took a seat beside him.

“He just doesn’t understand that some memories need to be let go. ” I sighed, taking my seat between Jin and Hobi.

“You need to talk?” Jin asked softly.

“No, let’s just eat dinner. I’m sure everyone is starving.” I deflected, passing the gamja jorim to Hobi.

It was just RM and Suga talking, seeming to bounce music ideas back in forth, making sure to include Hobi. Jimin and Tae were talking about one of the game cabinets and Jungkook made sure to join.

I felt a hand on my thigh and looked up to see Jin’s eyes on mine.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Jin asked soothingly, hand rubbing my thigh.

“Don’t worry about it, Jason just... Needs to leave things alone, nothing big, Jin.” I lied, playing with the food on my plate.

Jin frowned, “You can tell me everything when you’re ready, Sweetheart.” He leaned forward, pressing his lips to my forehead.

“Wait, why is F/n sitting between Hoseok Hyung and Jin Hyung?” Taehyung suddenly questioned.

I shrugged my shoulders, “The space was free and I sat beside you and Jimin at lunch, Tae.” I rolled my eyes.

“But N/n-ieee~” Jimin whined.

“Yah, she’ll sit by two you later.” Hobi laughed.

“Why are you both so clingy?” Jin sighed with a shake of his head as he went to get more mandu.

“Possessive is the word you’re looking for.” Suga added, mouth full.

He looked uninterested in the topic, but the way RM and Jungkook looked at him said a completely different story.

“We’re not possessive.” Jimin said a little too seriously.

“Taehyungie is.” Hobi teased.

Tae only shrugged, continuing to eat.

“This is where I change the subject! SO I plan on littering the house with neon signs. I ordered a few for almost every room in the house and three for the Dance Studio, that should be delivered tonight or tomorrow.” I smiled, getting a dumpling the taking a drink of lemonade.

“What do they say?” Hobi asked excitedly.

“I got a blue one that says ‘Sweet Dreams’, a pink one that says ‘inspire’, and a green one that says ‘Everything you need is inside you’, I liked the font and color so I got it.” I shrugged.

“What about the other ones?” Jin asked, keeping his hand on my thigh as he ate.

“The other ones are for the kitchen, laundry room, the library, the gaming room, and gym. I was thinking of getting the lighting strips so I can decorate the hallways but I felt like my order was too big already. ” I explained before taking a bite of mandu.

“You should order them after we set up the others, Darling.” Jin said smoothly as I almost choked on my food at the pet name.

Taehyung shot Jin a look as well as Jimin. I heard Suga choke a bit as well. Hobi began to laugh at Tae and Jimin’s reactions. I think it was the first time Jin called me by a pet name loud enough for everyone to hear.

Jin was very much unfazed by the boys’ staring, eating and rubbing my thigh, not at all affected. So unaffected to the point of him grabbing the leg of my chair and pulling me closer. Silence came to the room. The rest of dinner was relatively quiet besides RM and Hobi talking and Jin adding something to it every once and awhile.

After dinner, I helped Jin wash dishes and we worked in silence for a bit.

“Taehyung and Jimin can be a little clingy. They get jealous easy, so I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, they just need to know you’re not just theirs.” Jin explained to me in one breath.

“No! It’s fine, I was just surprised is all.” I waved him off, making him smile.

“Maybe a little warning next time though, Suga and I almost choked.” I giggled, handing him a plate to rinse.

“Yoongi? Why would he almost...?” He trailed off, looking at the dish in his hand.

“So the neon sign for the kitchen says ‘Pizza Planet’ is that okay?” I tried to change the subject.

His eyes tore from the dish to look up at me. He gave me a small smile and nod. More silence.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” I jumped, putting down the plate I was scrubbing and wiping my hand on a dishtowel.

I cupped his face and turned Jin’s face to mine and quickly pressed my lips to his. He wrapped on arm around my waist, keeping mind of his wet hand. I broke the quick kiss but Jin went back for another. His lips moved against mine with a small groan from him. He broke the kiss, half-lidded eyes, and small smile.

“Thank you, Sweetheart.” He whispered, keeping me close.

“I promised you a kiss, Jin.” I smiled, happy I was able to shift his mood.

He shut off the water and wrapped his other hand around me. He frowned and used his fingers to stretch out the neck of my shirt. He made a noise of disapproval.

“I told you they were clingy. I’m assuming Taehyung did this since Jimin was with Jungkook all day.” It wasn’t a question but I nodded, face heating up as I looked down.

Jin lifted my chin up, a reassuring smile on his face, “Don’t worry, Sweetheart, I’m not mad at you, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about either, Darling.”

“Earth to, F/n?” I heard Jason’s voice come from my phone.

I snatched my phone out my pocket, “Fuck you, I’m having a moment with my Jinnie and there is no way in hell you’re ruining it!” I heard Jason sigh at my remark.

“I brought your packages.” Jason complained.

Jin pressed the button to respond, “Leave them there, you’re in trouble.” Jin laughed.

“I know, but I’m alone and I wanted to talk anyway.”

“No. I’m mad at you, I told you I didn’t even want to hear his voice. Just thinking about it makes me angry, just leave the boxes, I’ll get them later, goodnight, Jason.” I held the power button on my phone and tossed it on the counter.

“I’ll bring the boxes in. I’ll have Taehyung and Jimin set the lights up, I’ll finish the dishes, Sweetheart, just head to bed, you have a busy day tomorrow.” Jin smiled, rubbing my arms.

As if on cue Jimin walked out from the hallway, pillow in hand, wearing one of my oversized hoodies and basketball shorts, Tae followed behind, in the same attire, only different colors.

“Time for bed, Jagi!” Jimin cutely stated, walking past us in the kitchen to the entrance room with the big bed.

Jagi? Jimin and I haven’t even ta-

Jin cut my thoughts off my exposing the hickey on my neck once more.

“Taehyung, why this noticeable? Are you aware she has work!? She doesn’t even have makeup down here! She’s a CEO, not just a regular person you went to school with!” Jin scolded the younger.

“OKAY, I’m going to bed!” I gave Jin a quick kiss on the cheek and ran to the entrance room, not wanting to be part of the argument that was about to happen.

I closed the door behind me. Jimin was pulling the covers back a rearranging everything on the bed.

“I’m, uh, going to change.” I informed him awkwardly, grabbing a few things from the duffle bag by the pillar and going to the bathroom.

While changing I couldn’t help but feel like Jimin was up to something. We haven’t exactly done anything romantic or said much about it. So him calling me ‘Jagi’ got to me. The fact that he’s been kind of clingy gets to me too. Just the other day he couldn’t be in the same room as me.

The only thing Jimin and I have done is talk at meals and about drawing. I don’t even think he’s shown an interest in me. The whole thing gave me a bad vibe.

I took a deep breath as I stepped into the bedroom. I could hear the muffled argument between Jin and Tae, Jimin was laying on the bed, he looked up from his phone and seemed to zone out.

“Hyung?...Jimin?....” I could hear Jungkook’s voice through the phone.

“Uh...Jimin? Jungkook is, uh, trying to talk to you...” I trailed off awkwardly, looking off at the wall as his gaze was fixed on me.

“JIMIN-SI!” I heard making me almost snort.

My hand flew to my mouth as Jimin’s eyes shifted to stare at the phone in disbelief.

“Ah! Really? I told you to stop calling me that!” Jimin protested, making me giggle.

“I’m...going to sleep, you should too...Goodnight, Jungkook-ah.” Jimin tossed his phone to the side and patted the bed beside him, all while keeping eye contact with me.

I looked over at the double doors, hoping Jin and Tae’s argument ended and Tae would come in. I looked back over to Jimin and he frowned.

“What’s wrong, Jagi?” That pet name again.

“...How does Jin, Hobi, and Tae feel about you calling me that?” I questioned hesitantly.

He let out the breath he was holding in and smiled, running his hand through his hair, “That’s all, Princess? I already talked to them while you were out getting frosting! We’re all okay.” He seemed to relax more now that he clarified, I, however, didn’t.

“...We never...did anything romantic...So why the sudden interest?” I asked, unsure of how he’d react.

Jimin was still a mystery to me. I had to be cautious.

His frown returned, “Why do you keep asking me that? Did you ask the others the same question?”

“The others didn’t hold a knife to my back and give me a death glare every time I walked into a room.”

Jimin took a deep breath, “Again, I’m sorry. I was sure you were insane. I thought you were going to do something so disgusting and horrible to us all. I defended Linza’s actions because she was just as scared as me and she seemed trustworthy at first. She got more and more out of line and when I’d try to talk to her about it, she’d snap and ask if I wanted to get brainwashed and hurt like Taehyung or Jin. Hobi just...stood silent and when he finally approached you, he stopped talking to her, he always looked happier. That day Linza tried to... I knew that I was on the wrong side of things, that I was the bad one. After you came home that morning after... I finally decided you didn’t deserve to be looked at that way. You’re kind, you’re mature, you’re funny, you actually care about how we’re feeling. I’m sorry. I want to start over, can we, F/n?”

I frowned, “No.” I saw the color drain from his face.

“You watched my boobs deflate and I can’t forgive you.” He let out an adorable laugh, his eyes filling with hope.

“I understand. We don’t have to start over. If I get in that bed and you pull a knife out, I’ll have a hissy fit.” I giggled, climbing into the bed.

Jimin quickly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down to lay beside him. His face nuzzled into my shoulder.

“No knives or deflated boobs here, Princess.” He whispered, keeping me as close as he could.

“YAH! NO CUDDLING UNTIL I JOIN!” Tae shouted, pulling open the door, making a very interesting reaction happen between Jimin and I.

Kind of like Hobi, Jimin wanted to cling to me, but I wanted to jump and run. So what ended up happening was I jumped back and Jimin’s arms wrapped around my thighs and his face was pressed against my lower abdomen. I felt Jimin’s face heat up as mine did.

Tae just threw his pillow on the bed and jumped behind me. Tae wrapping his arm around my ribcage and pulling me to his chest, dragging Jimin with me.

“Why are you laying like that, Jimin? You should lay down right.” Tae teased, making Jimin look up and glare.

I woke up feeling overheated and suffocated. I was on my side but Tae’s chest was against my face and Jimin’s arm was wrapped around me, face pressed against my arm. I slowly began to slide myself to the lower part of the bed, so Tae would move off of me and wrap around Jimin, thinking it was me. The plan worked and once I got to their knees I sat up and felt the cool air in the room hit me.

I let out a deep sigh, I knew there was no way I would be able to sleep, so I looked over at the boxes with the neon signs and figured why not. I slid the boxes as quietly as I could out the room. I grabbed a few beers and small bags of chips and moved down the hall to the Dance Studio as quiet as possible. The last thing I wanted was Jin popping up out of nowhere and yelling at me to get rest and wait for Jimin and Tae to set up the signs instead.

I played music not too loud and set up the neon lights. I made sure all four were mounted and working before I moved to get a beer and a bag of chips.

I needed this. Music and relaxation. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.

“Nice setup.” I opened my eyes to look over at the figure at the door.

I grabbed a beer and extended it out the figure, I was friendly enough to share, even if I wasn’t sure who it was. The lights illuminated Suga’s face as he stepped into the room, closing the door, accepting the beer and sitting a distance from me.

“Sorry if I woke you up.” I smiled sadly.

“You didn’t. I couldn’t sleep.” He stated as he opened the beer.

“Same.” I sympathized as I gave him an unopened bag of chips and closed my eyes once more.

“What do you plan on doing after all this?” He asked.

“I hear New York is nice this time of year.”

“I’m serious.” He frowned.

“I’m going to prison, Suga.” I sighed.

“If you weren’t?”

“That’s impos-”

“Humor me.”

I sighed and thought deeply.

“I would be in the same place I am to everyone else who doesn’t know you’re all here. A CEO at my father’s company. I would branch to video games then move to snacks and beverages. I’m not sure if I’d get married because I’m a shut-in, I like to just disappear and not tell anyone because I don’t need to or want to, but who knows. My whole life I wanted to make my dad happy the same way he would make me happy. At work I’m not feared, I’m respected and understood, just like him. I’d keep going on the path I was on. Who knows, maybe I’ll do something risky, something stupid before I die to have me remembered.” I turned to Suga, “Sorry if you expected me to say I would travel the world or settle down and have kids.”

Suga looked like he was thinking, he then nodded like he understood, “I respect the honesty.”

“I’m assuming Jin taking the vault key has something to do with the fact that you’re all still here?” I asked, taking a drink of my beer.

“It was five to four vote. Jimin made his mind up about you after he almost fought you. You’re correct, Jin got the vault key, Taehyung got the dial code before anyone could read it and Jimin got your phone; Well, what was left of it. Jin never let go of the key, Taehyung never let us know the code, and Jimin never told us what he found on the phone no matter how many times any of us asked. He didn’t even tell Hoseok, Jin or Taehyung.”

“I’m sorry to hear.”

“It almost scares me how honestly sorry you look.”

“Because I am. I still believe you all should be free and I take responsibility for my actions, but Jin, wants the vault door key and I’m sure Taehyung hid the code in some obscure place.”

“So how did everything go down after dinner? You all seem...Mixed.” I smiled at his choice of words.

“My relationship with Taehyung, Seokjin, and Hoseok is complicated and confusing, and Seongmi has been trying to flirt with me, now Jimin is calling me ‘jagi’ and I’m sure Seokjin is a thousand percent done with Tae being ‘clingy’.”

“So I’m assuming they all took the role of ‘boyfriend’ recently?”

I groaned at how complicated this was all getting, “When I was in my slump, Taehyung kissed me. Then Seokjin, then Hoseok. They didn’t explain anything afterward or bring it up... But today just, after they saw Seongmi flirting with me they flipped on a dime. Hoseok kissed me, Taehyung gave me a hickey, Seokjin tried to put Taehyung and Jimin in their place, Jimin started with the pet name and shared the bed with Taehyung and I because I’m sure Taehyung is still jealous. It’s a mess.”

“I see the hickey. It’s pretty visible.”

“It’s just getting more and more complicated, honestly.”

“...I bet New York sounds a lot nicer right now.” I giggled.

“You’re no help.”

“Just do what makes you happy.”

“My mom said I shouldn’t eat a hundred McDonalds chicken nuggets because heart problems run in the family. ” Suga almost spit out his beer.

“Only a hundred?” He teased.

“Well, I’m thinking realistically, I’m gonna want fries as well…” Suga finally smiled.

“Thank you for the notebooks, Hoseok took the green ones, but I expected that. They’re pretty thick and you have nice pens just laying around.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, what were you writing with before?”

“Napkins.”

“Well, I praise you, because every time I try to write on napkins they tear.” Suga leaned closer and held his hands out like he was going to explain.

“You see, the trick i-”

“F/n? Why did you leave the bed? How long were you gone?” A sleepy voice cut off Suga.

Suga and I looked over to see Jimin. Jimin’s face was flushed and his hair was a fluffy mess, I’m assuming he suffered Tae’s cuddle wrath, he must have gotten overheated too since...

Oh dear lord, is Park Jimin only wearing my black Barnaby hoodie and briefs??

I started choking on my beer. Suga began to openly chuckle at my misfortune.

“She couldn’t sleep, she’s been in here for 40 minutes.” Suga answered for me.

“Did Hyung help you set up the lights?” Jimin yawned.

“Nope, she did it all herself, despite Jin’s protesting.”

“Bro, what the fuck?” I gave Suga a sideways glance.

“I’m so excited to see them lit up. I’ll see them in the morning m’kay? Let’s go to bed now, F/n.” Jimin rubbed his eyes, holding his hand out for me to take.

Jimin obviously wasn’t aware of his surroundings. I looked over at Suga, almost like I was asking him if this was a good idea.

“You better go, he won’t leave until you do,” Suga warned.

“Enjoy the chips and beer.” I grunted as I stood up.

“With pleasure.” Suga said as I took Jimin’s hand and he and led me out the studio.

Jimin led me across the bunker to the entrance room and climbed on the extra-large bed. Jimin literally shoved Tae to the side and patted the spot beside him. I giggled. Jimin had gotten in the middle of the bed and wanted me to lay on the opposite side of Taehyung. Jimin wanted to block me off from Tae. I climbed in the bed anyway and accepted the spot. Jimin pulled the blanket over us both and wrapped his arms around me, snuggling me close. His face nuzzled into the back and side of my neck as he hummed.

“We should do this with all the boys…I’m closer though, m’kay?” I giggled and relaxed more into his chest.

“Oh my, is Park Jimin possessive by any chance?” I teased, I could feel the heat go to his face.

“How did the lights turn out?” He asked in a sleepy voice.

“I’m astonished you didn’t see when you went in the studio earlier to steal me from Suga.”

“I was half asleep and going to the bathroom to wash my face to cool down when I heard your voice. I wanted to cuddle you. I didn’t see anything,” He whined in complaint.

I giggled, turning so my face was in his chest and my arms around him, “Well now you have to wait until I decide to let you go.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Be careful what you wish for!”

“I wish you’d call me ‘Chim’, everyone else stopped calling me that because we were all fighting.”

I frowned, knowing I was the reason they were fighting.

“I’ll call you whatever you want, Chim. Let’s sleep now, ‘kay?” Jimin nodded and got more comfortable.

“Good night, F/n.”

I woke up again, but this time it was to the sound of muffled talking. I couldn’t make out who was talking or what it was about. The bed was empty so maybe I was hearing the boys talking while eating breakfast. I sat up and stretched just in time for the bathroom door to open, Hobi stepping out, towel drying his hair. He saw I was sitting up and he beamed.

“Good morning, Sunshine!” He greeted, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I can’t have the same name as you, Hobi.” I giggled, moving to help dry his hair.

“Hmmm, how about ‘Angel’ or ‘Cutie’?” He looked like he was really thinking it through as I took over drying his hair.

“Did you like the lights?” I asked softly, trying to be careful with his hair.

“Yes! You said you ordered more, right? I bet they’ll look great.”

“Any specific colors? Don’t say green because it’s your favorite color either.” I smiled.

“Maybe a purple or red. Why neon lights by the way?”

“Uh, I used to live in Tokyo a while back, right next to Akihabara, so I’d see the lights every day. I just like it is all.” I shrugged.

“Your phone was going off earlier by the way.” He informed me.

“I don’t think I have to do anything today? It’s Tuesday right?”

“It’s Wednesday!” He stated, shaking his head cutely.

“Well shit. I think I have to pick up my nephew later today.”

“Your nephew? What’s his name?”

“Jeonghun. Funny story, my sister was going to name him Jaeseong, after our father, but I called dibs.” I laughed, using the towel to dry off his neck.

“How many kids do you want?” I felt myself freeze at the question.

Well damn. I had no idea. Realistically I couldn’t have kids any time soon because of work and now... prison, but I never stopped and thought about it.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I do want kids though.” There were a few moments of silence as I began to dry his hair again.

“Four kids sound nice, two boys, two girls.” Hobi suggested.

“That...actually does sound nice, pretty even.” I smiled.

“I knew you’d think so.”

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A vacation to bumfuck nowhere in the middle of New Hampshire was about the last thing Levi ever would have expected of Eren to suggest.

Miami, yes. New Orleans. Anywhere that was queer and loud, where you could chill at the pool and go sightseeing, buy cheesy souvenirs and party all night.

But not  - what was it again? - Lake Winnipesaukee. Which, frankly, sounded like mosquitos the size of your hand, bears in your yard and eerie forests to get lost in (Levi was a person who had a deep and profound distrust in anything that had a population under a hundred thousand and “rural”, to him, meant bear, cougar and raccoon infested.).

But then, when Eren, Jean and Levi all had managed the rarity of all getting vacation at the same time, Eren had mentioned his father’s cabin somewhere in the woods of New Hampshire, and Jean surprisingly had seconded it.

So now here they were, three city slickers with all the survival skills of a three legged pug.

To Levi’s immense relief, the cabin proved to have electricity and water, in addition to a beautiful view from the large windows, and an open fireplace.

It wasn’t warm enough to go swimming in the lake, but they had a canoe and managed to only sink it twice before they got the hang of it. They went hiking and neither got lost nor eaten by wolves, and even the mosquitos had average size.

There was a small town / village / hamlet (they couldn’t agree on the term) nearby with a gas station, a store and a bar & grill. That bar was where they bent their steps every night. The cabin had neither internet nor television, and although they were content to spend the evenings reading, playing with the large variety of boardgames or huddling up on the porch with hot cocoa, a telescope and a glow-in-the-dark star atlas, the siren song of good food and draft beers at reasonable prices was irresistible.

Tonight, however, Levi recoiled as he saw a new board placed on the sidewalk. ‘KARAOKE 2NITE!’ it boasted, and he groaned. All his plans for a relaxed evening over a mushroom burger and Stoneface beer, then a refreshing walk home and maybe some fireplace snuggling dissolved in the chilly evening air.

He turned on his heel when strong hands gripped his arms from both sides. “Oh no. No, no, no, no.”

“Levi. It’s only karaoke.” Eren managed to sound amused and mildly chiding.

“Look, if you guys want to have your brains dripping out the bottom of your skulls from butchered versions of ‘I will survive’ and ‘can’t stop falling in love’ and then ‘I will survive’ again, that’s your choice. I’ll go home and just eat a granola bar and an apple.”

“It can’t be that bad. And if you don’t like it, we’ll just quickly eat our grub and be on our merry way home, okay?” Jean, always the solicitor.

Eren rounded him so there was no escaping his puppy eyes. “Please? It will be so much more fun if you are there to poke fun at the locals.”

Jean placed a soft kiss behind his ear. “And we would be worried if you didn’t get to eat a decent meal.”

Oh, screw him. The two menaces that he named his boyfriends knew exactly how to pull his levers.

“Okay,” Levi grudged. “But one note of ‘Okie from Muskogee’ and I’m outta that door quicker than you can say ‘me and Bobby McGee’.”

The bar was more crowded than usual, but they were still early enough that they could be seated, and even got their by now customary booth with a view over the woods.

Sure enough, the small stage that had always been dark during their earlier visits was lit now, and a disco ball let specks of red, green and purple flitter silently through the room.

Christa, the tiny blond waitress, came to take their orders with swaying hips and a smile that was as genuine as ever but more heavily enhanced by bubblegum pink lipstick. Her customary careless ponytail had been replaced by a carefully wrapped bun.

Jean, hopeless bi that he was, was smitten. In an attempt to keep her as long at the table as possible he asked for the specials, played indecisive about the choice of beverages and finally inquired after the karaoke night. Eren and Levi rolled their eyes and bit their knuckles - Can you believe we both fell for him? Me neither - and snickered when Jean finally became aware of the death glare he received across the room from a tall brunet waitress.

“Dude, what’s her deal with me? Always giving me the stinkeye when we’re here,” Jean muttered to his companions after Christa left with their orders.

Eren shook in helpless laughter, but Levi took mery in Jean. “Don’t tell me you never noticed that she and blondie wear matching necklaces? With half a heart each?”

Eyes whipping from Christa to the intimidating girl and back again, Jean made a choked little sound that set Eren off again. When their drinks arrived, he couldn’t meet Christa’s eyes and buried his face in his root beer.

“No wonder you’re so terrible with women,” Levi remarked. “You always try to hit on the ones that have ‘gay’ written over their heads in mile high neon letters.”

Jean pouted, but Eren tapped his hand with a smile.

“Hey. But it’s good, isn’t it? Otherwise we wouldn’t have met. If you hadn’t tried to chat up my sister…”

“Oh God, don’t remind me.” The night he and Levi had met Eren was one simultaneously one of the best and worst nights of Jean’s life. Eren had stopped Mikasa from ripping him a new one and steered him back into Levi’s arms. He would have been angry at being bossed through the club by a guy who was nearly a head shorter than him, but fuck those eyes had been a goddamn distraction. Levi had, in impeccable manners, apologised for his douchebag boyfriend being such a nuisance, and neither of couple had missed how Eren’s face had sagged at the mention of boyfriend.

Still, for whatever self loathing reason that he kept to himself even to this day, Eren had swapped phone numbers with them, and after weeks of probing and pondering over the concept of polyamory, and exploring his feelings, cautiously asked to date them. Asked them, totally unaware that they were near tearing their own hair out over wanting him so much in their lives.

It warmed Levi’s heart to see him so much more at ease now with them, most doubts and fears about butting in on an established couple or of being a third wheel long drowned in the secure knowledge of being loved and cherished, of being an equal. Sometimes, Eren’s insecurities still flared up, and his boyfriends did their best to ease him through it with all the understanding and loving attention they could muster. Levi understood it wasn’t easy to come into an already existing relationship that had its own character and history, and it wasn’t like he or Jean hadn’t been plagued by insecurity or occasional stabs of jealousy too.

Relationships meant work, and poly relationships even more so, but when Levi thought of the happiness he found he would retrace every step, bear any ache again. He chewed his - delicious - burger with a smile, only paying partial attention to Jean’s and Eren’s playful banter.

A couple of people had performed a song by now, and he had to admit it really wasn’t as bad as anticipated. For the most part he could blend it out, although the version of ‘wrecking ball’ by a bespectacled brunette with gratuitous leering and lewd gestures was mildly scarring.

A lull in orders allowed Christa to climb the stage, and as she started singing ‘Royals’ she was accompanied by her girlfriend and another waitress, a pretty girl with a chestnut ponytail and a bright smile. They were good, really good, and the way Christa performed the chorus lines was no less than captivating. The first real applause of the evening was theirs. The ponytail girl took it in stride, the brunette looked indifferent, but Christa changed back from the stage act to her more timid self, smiling nervously and blushing at the praise and good-natured whistles.

She tucked a strand behind her ear, took a deep breath and rushed to remove the dishes from their table with a muttered apology. “Would you like another round of drinks?” she asked, and Levi opened his mouth to decline and ask for the tab, but Eren was quicker.

“Yes, please!” He beamed, and when he had smiled her to the bar and turned back to face his boyfriends he chose to ignore Levi’s glare. A kick in the shin effectively got his attention.

“Ow! What?”

“Didn’t we say we’d leave right after dinner?”

“But we always get a second drink,” Jean interjected. “And besides, I noticed you tapping your foot. Why not hang out a little more?” He placed a discreet hand on Levi’s knee and squeezed lightly.

Their insistence should have made him wonder, but he let it pass with a huff. The patrons were remarkably well behaved, and no truly cringeworthy acts had been performed, and if it meant so much for Jean and Eren… Lord knew they always put up with his antisocial tendencies without much complaint, and he couldn’t honestly expect them to be as content over evenings of Scrabble and Backgammon as him.

He settled back and sipped his second beer, smiling as they softly sang along with the next songs, the atmosphere in the bar slowly becoming more boisterous. Then someone started singing ‘Say a little prayer’ and okay - this was maybe his cue to take a leak because the whole bar chanting reminded him too much of a damn movie scene.

When he returned, Eren was gone.

Or rather, he was consulting with the guy at the karaoke machine. Apparently he was given  a positive answer to his request, for he grinned like an idiot and grabbed the microphone. Levi sat down at their table and shot Jean a quizzical look, but only got a helpless shrug and a quietly panicked expression in return.

“I don’t know what he’s up to,” Jean stage whispered. “He shot over to the stage as soon as you were gone and I couldn’t stop him.”

A couple of soft guitar chords, then the lyrics started.

You know just what to sayShit, that scares me, I should just walk awayBut I can’t move my feet…

Eren sang softly, obviously nervous, eyes glued to the screen. There was a couple of murmurs and giggles among the audience, and Jean and Levi glared daggers.

With the chorus, Eren finally gained his confidence, his voice came out stronger, and he started to move. The giggles gave way to cheers and whistles as he swung his hips and looked up through his eyelashes.

I didn’t know that I was starving till I tasted youDon’t need no butterflies when you give me the whole damn zooBy the way, by the way, you do things to my bodyI didn’t know that I was starving till I tasted you…

Encouraged by the reactions, Eren danced more sensually, ran a hand over his neck, down his torso and thigh only to let it travel back up the same way. Levi’s and Jean’s breath caught when long fingers danced inches away from his crotch, hitched the t-shirt up ever so slightly, teasingly revealing a sliver of skin. By now Eren was really into it, moved his lithe, graceful body in ways that were simply heartstopping. Sang the lyrics with a voice that shifted from playfully flirtatious to seductive and promising.

Levi swore he could feel his soul leaving his body, and next to him, Jean let out a ragged whine. Warmth spread in his lower belly, and he desperately tried to conjure up unpaid bills, tax declarations, the broken lawnmower, but every thought flew right out the window at the sight of Eren circling his butt and shooting a sly smile over his shoulder.

Jean clawed at his thigh. “Make him stop,” he whimpered. “I’m popping a fucking boner here, Jesus, this is so embarrassing.”

“Too late,” Levi hissed back, nodding down at the tent in his own pants.

Finally, the song ended, and Eren bowed and smiled at the applause before sauntering over to their table and slipping into the booth. Jean had his head on the table and refused to look up.

“Christ, Eren, were you attempting to kill us? Because you fucking nearly succeeded.” Levi was hyper aware of the heat blossoming on his cheeks.

“So, did you like it?” Eren asked with a filthy grin.

“Yeah well, we both can’t get up right now, which is frankly a little mortifying, and as soon as I can I’m going to strangle you.”

“Nonsense.” Eren looked far too pleased with himself. “You love me and you know it.”

Jean finally raised his head to join in on the conversation, and caressed Eren’s fingers lightly, treacherously gently. “Oh no, we are doing something much more fun than strangling him,” he purred. “We can’t have him starving, can we? Gotta feed him all our love. Feed him good.”