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goldensugarywaffles · 3 years ago

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Curiosity Killed the Cat (3)

Summary: You run a crime syndicate, an empire, a kingdom of chaos, and nothing can stop you. Not even Korea's most elite special task force that is specifically designed to take you down. Yet there is something different about these men, something you just can't figure out. But didn't they say curiosity killed the cat?

Taglist: @tito-the-mermaid @juju-227592 @hangsang-jh @bunzom

[Inspired by What if… the guys were the detectives, and you were the kingpin? | BTS OT7 au by jiminiesfavoritecolorisblue]

Warnings: Mild Sexual Content, Implied Sex, Kidnapping, mild violence, usage of restraints (not the fun kind), possessive and obsessive behavior, unhealthy emotional outbursts and behavior, and innuendos. (Please let me know if I have forgotten a warning, and I will add it asap)

Author's Note: I am sorry it took so long to finish this chapter. Between my classes and my computer crashing, I didn't have much time to work on it. I will admit it's a bit slower than the other two chapters, but it is important to the plot in order to understand the upcoming chapters. I also want to note that bold paragraphs are flashbacks and italicized sentences are thoughts. (If a single word is italicized or bolded I am just using it as emphasis) I hope you guys like it. :)

Confusion. The state of being bewildered or unclear in one’s mind about something. That is a perfect word for your current condition. Sitting in your new cell (clean, empty, and surprisingly comfortable), you pick at the freshly wrapped bandages on your wrists and arm. The moment you were removed from the cell, the detective looked you up and down and almost went ballistic at your injuries. Yoongi had dragged you to your cell and tended to your wounds himself, claiming that you and Taehyung were too reckless for your own good. Though, the path of hickeys on his neck was enough evidence that Yoongi could never truly be upset with Taehyung. You were all patched up by the end of the hour, and Yoongi had left you with your thoughts. Not even two minutes later, an inconsolable Taehyung was camping outside your cell sobbing his heart out when he saw the bandages on your wrists and arm. You had spent the next hour promising Taehyung you were fine, but he still stayed, his body shaking with harsh sobs.

Why were they so soft with you? Even after watching you purposely stab a man in the hand and knowing that you had killed a man earlier, Yoongi had guided you carefully out of the cell, sneering at your former henchman before brutally kicking him in the face. He tended to each wound as if you would shatter and even had the audacity to press a gentle kiss to each injury. Taehyung had not left your side (or at least the cell) and whispered quiet apologies and sweet nothings. What was with these seven me and their fascination with you? This was something beyond simple affection or infatuation. Your criminal record alone would be enough to deter most people from ever seeing you as a suitable partner. Their feelings were something much darker. But you couldn’t be sure. Was it a crazed obsession? Or a clever ploy to throw you off your game and land you in a prison cell? One thing is for sure, no matter what their end goal is, you weren’t going to stick around to find out.

Standing up, you pace around the cell. You need an escape plan or at the very least a plan to shake these cops off your tail when you finally get out. But what could you do? While you had no evidence, it almost felt like they knew your every move, what made you tick, but worst of all, they knew your personality. During the time the men were undercover in your syndicate small things had been happening that you hadn’t even noticed. The flowers you kept on your desk were always replaced before they wilted, your favorite snacks were always fully stocked in your office, and worst of all, things were constantly missing. Pens, lipstick, perfume, even the sticky notes you plastered all over your desk. At first you chalked it up to general forgetfulness, but as you sit here in a surprisingly comfortable jail cell all bandaged up the pieces were all falling together. They were either obsessed with the concept of you rotting in prison or worse. You.

A shiver went up your spine at the thought of the latter. You couldn’t go through that again. You would never go through that again. The obsession, the insanity, the manipulation. You wouldn’t wish it on your greatest enemy. Letting your mind wander down memory lane, an eerily familiar face flashed through your mind.

There was a pounding in your head. It felt as if you were hit by a truck. Groaning, you tried to get up only to realized you were being restrained. It was cold and dark in the room. Shivers racked through your body as the cool air settled into your skin. Squinting your eyes, you tried to focus your vision on what was in front of you. Slowly the dark figures became clear. Dolls. Thousands of them. They were on shelves, tables, and a select few in glass cases. But what scared you the most wasn’t the dolls. No, it was something much more sinister. It was the massive glass case in the center of the room that looked just your size. Looking closer, there would be barely enough room for you to move. But the chains bolted to the bottom of the case reassured you that wouldn’t be a problem you’d have to face.

Running on adrenaline and fear, you assessed the situation. You were tied up, gagged, and wearing different clothes than you remember. Whoever captured you took the time to dress you in a soft pink dress and do your makeup. You struggled in your restraints until you saw a figure in the darkness. Your heart was pounding in your ears; you could feel your blood run cold. “Hello, my sweet doll. I’ve missed you,” the figure stepped into the light to reveal a tall man with a grin that looked like it would split his face in two. He looked sickly, his skin having a subtle green tint. There was dirt and dried blood caked under his nails and his cologne made you want to vomit. As he crouched in front of your face you could see drool dribbling down his chin.

His cold and clammy fingers traced the exposed skin on your shoulders before gripping your face tightly. You could barely breathe; each breath hurt to take in. The ropes were tied tight against your wrist, ankles, and chest, tearing at your delicate skin. Tears pooled in your eyes and blurred your vision. But through it all, you could clearly see the insanity in his face. His grin was deranged, and his eyes looked clouded over. He wasn’t all there. “My precious little doll. I’ll keep you safe. You’ll never have to leave me again,” You fight in his grip and choke back a sob. He slides his hand down, admiring every detail your skin had to offer. When he reaches your throat, he slides both hands around your neck and squeezes, “Don’t worry my little doll, rest now.” Gasping for air, your vision spots, and everything goes black.

“You’re awfully cute with that look on your face,” jerking your head up, you are suddenly face to face with Kim Seokjin. Fear pulsed through your veins. You could feel a cold sweat drip down your back. You couldn’t do this again not with seven people. Just who were these guys and what did they want with you? Taking a deep breath, you school your face. You weren’t going to give any of them the satisfaction of a reaction. “Do you need something Seokjin?” Seokjin gives you a soft smile and shakes his head. Out of nowhere, he pulls out a set of keys that you are positive will unlock your cell, “You need to eat. I don’t want you going hungry on my watch.” As soon as you hear the click of the lock, you are enveloped in a pair of strong arms. The warm citrus smell invaded your senses and as you pushed back against the body it only held you tighter.

You couldn’t have anyone touching you right now. Not after reliving trauma you thought you had buried deep inside you. Shaking you strain and fight against the taller man. In a normal situation you’d have taken him down by now but with the rapidly rising panic inside you had severely limited your skills. “Taehyung, let her go. She needs to eat,” Seokjin lightly scolds the younger man but it’s clear he’s endeared by him. Taehyung reluctantly lets you go scanning you over for more injuries. His eyes are puffy and red, and seeing the state you’re in he looks ready to burst into tears again, “Hyung, I hurt her. I didn’t mean to hurt her. Now look, I’ve scared her. She’s scared of me!” Taehyung wails not caring in the slightest who saw one of Seoul’s top officers crying like a child. Placing the food down on the bench next to you Seokjin gently strokes the younger man’s hair, “I know you didn’t mean it, baby boy. It was just an accident. How about you make it up to her by feeding her dinner hmm? Make sure she’s eaten everything on her plate.” Flinching at Seokjin’s words, you push yourself as far away from the two men as possible. Ever eager to please Taehyung excitedly sits on the bench and carefully places the plate of food in his lap. You glare at Seokjin, hoping he’ll burst into flames. He knew that Taehyung would prevent you from going anywhere, significantly after you were “injured”.

Nevertheless, two could play this game, and you’d be out of here in no time. You reluctantly let Taehyung feed you, trying not to vomit at the lovesick look on his face. You seriously hope he’s just a great actor.

The office was tense. While the seven men had managed a way to get their soulmate under their protection for at least a short period of time something felt off. She was here, she was safe, and Taehyung was protecting her. Yet Namjoon could tell this was the calm before the storm. Leaning back in his chair, he rubbed at his temples. What could possibly be wrong? Feeling a pair of familiar warm hands on his shoulders Namjoon relaxes slightly, “You’re going to give yourself worry lines my darling. What’s wrong?” Seokjin gently massages Namjoon’s shoulders rubbing the tension away. Seokjin could always tell when something was bothering one of his lovers, Namjoon being no different.

“Something feels off. I don’t know why but I just feel worried something is going to happen to our princess,” Namjoon groans in frustration. He hated not having control. Every aspect of his life was under his control including his lovers. Though in retrospect they had just as much control over him as he had over them, maybe more. He knew everything about his lovers to keep them safe, but he feels in the dark right now. What could be wrong? While Namjoon was always logical and in no way superstitious, the sickening feeling in his gut kept him on high alert. Seokjin nods in agreement, “Do you think it has something to do with the mole in Y/n’s syndicate?” Humming in thought Namjoon considers the idea. During their time spent undercover, the boys discovered the possibility of a traitor among your organization. However, he had no idea who it could be. Though he desperately wanted to know. Who could betray my sweet Y/n? You were a fair boss and beyond forgiving in Namjoon’s eyes. What made things more complicated was that you didn’t get close to anyone. Despite it being a trait of yours he admired, it was an obstacle when trying to find the infestation that needed to be exterminated.

Knock. Knock. Snapping out of their thoughts, the six men look towards the door. No one ever knocked on the door. Each man had a clearance card to get in and no one else was allowed inside. Scowling, Namjoon clears his throat, “Come in.” The door opens slowly as if the person behind it was using it as a shield. Peeking his head around the door, the six men frown at the unwelcome face. “Donghyun you of all people know you are not allowed to enter without proper clearance,” Namjoon glances at Hoseok looking for a reaction but is slightly relieved when Hoseok looks just as unamused as everyone else. Offering a sheepish smile, Donghyun shrugs, “I believe I have figured who is behind the various robberies in the southern district. From the evidence I compiled it looks like the Dionysus clan is behind this. Because she is in your custody, I need your approval to interrogate her.” Namjoon sits up at these words. Your syndicate was not known for petty theft, it was beneath you. Murder? Yes. Large-scale robberies? Of course. Fraud, illegal fight clubs, drug manufacturing, drug dealing, and more? Absolutely. However, you would never stoop to petty theft. Something wasn’t right and Namjoon didn’t want Donghyun near any of his lovers anyway. Even his unclaimed ones.

“You do not have the clearance to interrogate her. You will hand over the case and not engage further,” Namjoon’s voice was stern and strong. There was no room for debate. But that didn’t stop Donghyun from trying, “As Detective Hoseok’s partner, I think I have the right to-” Namjoon instantly shut him down, “As Detective Hoseok’s partner, you should trust that he will handle the case and will seek your assistance if needed.” Hoseok moves to defend Donghyun but settles for a comforting pat on the annoying man’s shoulder, giving him that dazzling smile that steals everyone’s hearts. Namjoon sees red. But with a reputation to uphold, he settles for a glare and gestures towards the door, “Next time, wait for us in the main office. You don’t have the clearance or the right to be in this sector.” Huffing, Donghyun reluctantly leaves making sure to slam the door on his way out.

Clenching his jaw Namjoon stands up from his desk. “Everyone out. We all have things to do. And someone go get Taehyung before he’s caught with Y/n,” the reaction was instant the five men scrambling to leave the room, “Hoseok and Seokjin you two stay here. We need to talk.” Hoseok freezes in his tracks. He was in trouble, and he knew it. He knew every one of his boyfriends hated Donghyun, especially Namjoon, yet he played oblivious anyway. He absolutely did not care. It was a well-known fact that Hoseok submitted to absolutely no one and defied everyone. It was one of the things about him that caught Namjoon’s eye in the first place. Hoseok was fiery and dominant bowing down to no one. Jimin joked that Hoseok would rebel in the face of God himself if given a chance. But Namjoon and Seokjin knew better. The dominant persona Hoseok carried could be broken. Only Namjoon and Seokjin had the power to do so, and even then, Hoseok was bratty. Yet, in those rare moments when Hoseok released control, Namjoon swears it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. Today was going to be one of those rare moments.

“Hobi come here,” Namjoon wasted no time trying to sugarcoat his words, he was pissed, and he knew Hoseok knew the consequences if he was pushed too far. Yet Hoseok merely quirked a brow, “Was that an order, Commander?” Leaning back against the wall Seokjin watched in amusement. While Namjoon never entertained bratty behavior, Seokjin always thought it was part of the fun. Gritting his teeth, Namjoon glowered at the older man. Seokjin was always forgiving and tended to spoil the boys, even during punishments. He had no time for games today. Hoseok would learn, and he would learn now, “Hoseok, do not test me today. I’m not in the mood. So, are you going to take your punishment like the good boy I know you can be, or are we going to do this the hard way?” A flicker of something dark and defiant crossed over Hoseok’s face. While many of the other boys would have caved by now, Hoseok was in his element. He liked, no, loved the hard way. Locking the door to the office, Seokjin made himself comfortable on one of the couches in the office. He knew they were going to be here awhile. Hoseok walked towards Namjoon, only to brush past him and sit in the Commander’s chair. He threw his feet up on the desk, not caring if he ruined all the important paperwork that lay there. Throwing a pointed look at Seokjin both men waited for him to act. The eldest only shrugged, knowing he’d have his fun with both men later. With a roll of his eyes, Namjoon undid his belt, folding it in half, “The hard way it is then.” Lazily dragging his eyes over Namjoon’s and Seokjin’s forms, Hoseok uttered three words that sent a thrill down the other two men’s spines.

“Do your worst.”

The interrogation room was your favorite place to be in the police station. Maybe it was the heavy steel chairs or the two-way mirror that was obviously a window. It could be the cold black coffee they give you out of courtesy. Or maybe it’s because this is the place where you have lied your way out of trouble time and time again. This room was your stage, and my god, did you perform. Devastation, insanity, rage, you could do it all. One day you were the misunderstood girl forced to follow her family’s bloody legacy, the next, you were an innocent girl who never knew what was going on beneath the surface. You could cry on command, and even your mother would be convinced the tears were real. Your only concern at the moment is choosing the role you want to play. Playing innocent or dumb wouldn’t work this time, nor would insanity. These men were smart; you’ll give them that. But you still had one last card up your sleeve. Yourself. If these guys were genuinely obsessed with you, playing them like a fiddle would be easy. If you had to flirt with potential psychos to keep you from going back to prison, so be it. I’m not going back to that hell hole. Never again. You’d walk on broken glass and rub salt in your wounds before going back to that pathetic pit of despair.

Hearing the door open, you look up to see Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok entering the room. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Hoseok was hit by a truck. His black hair was a mess, there were bruises and hickeys littered all over his body, and it looked as if each step he took was painful for him. But judging from the blissed-out expressions on his and Namjoon’s faces, you had no reason to be concerned. Honestly, it was strange that Namjoon was here in the first place. You were no stranger to Yoongi and Hoseok’s good cop, bad cop routine but the dimpled commander had never dropped by during your interrogations. “Sorry to keep you waiting Ms. L/n, there were some things I needed to attend to,” Namjoon sat down in the chair across from you, his demeanor nonchalant. “Here to interrogate me, Commander? Or to test out an exhibitionist kink?” You pointedly glance in Hoseok’s direction, who blushes at your blatant nature.

“Let’s keep it professional Ms. L/n,” adjusting the glasses on his face Namjoon gives you a warning look. But you were never one to bow down to authority. Or keep your mouth shut. “What a shame. Don’t you think so boys?” You send a cheeky smile, and a slight wave to the other four men you assumed were watching behind the two-way mirror. Yoongi let’s out a snort in amusement while Hoseok clearly hides a laugh with a cough. Namjoon rolled his eyes. He did not have time to deal with two brats today. He had things to do. Namjoon moved his chair closer to you, then, gripping the edge of your seat he pulled you as close to him as possible. You bit your lip, you were not going to let this man know he had an effect on you.

Leaning closer, you felt his warm breath on you ear, “Listen sweetheart, as much as I would love to play with you right now, I’m on a tight schedule. I have annoying subordinate sniffing around what’s mine, I have to clean up this mess you made with the public official earlier today, and I need to find the double agent snooping in your syndicate.” Your breath hitched in your throat. A mole in your organization? How did he get that intel before you? You had eyes and ears everywhere, you should have known about any traitors. You were with hot rage and shame. Namjoon continued, “So here’s what you’re going to do princess, you’re going to give me a confession that doesn’t get you in trouble and you’re going to go home and watch your back. Am I clear?”

It took every bone in your body to not snap at the man. Police or not, these men forgot who you were. You were Korea’s queen and eventually, all would bow down to you, dead or alive. You didn’t have time for cops, you didn’t have time for traitors, and you definitely had no time for obsessive stalkers. Clearly you were too kind to those around you, and they stopped taking you seriously. But it no longer mattered; a change was coming. Soon enough, you would rain hellfire upon everyone. Starting with the seven thorns in your side.

“I asked you a question Y/n and I expect an answer. Am I clear?”

Looking at Namjoon, you smirked, “Crystal.”

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ktheist · 4 years ago

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lips? sealed. legs? spread.

premise. because of the pandemic, you’re forced to have your graduation online. but that’s not stopping you from driving down to the beach to celebrate with your friends. it just so happens that you’re the main attraction of the night.

muses. jimin x reader, taehyung x reader, jeongguk x reader, yoongi x reader, yoongi x jimin.

word. 3.6k

warnings. consensual gangbang. public sex. unprotected sex. sex on the beach. bigdick!tae, bigdick!jeongguk, thick dick!jimin

note. this is pure absolute filth. idek why i wrote this.

it started with truth or dare before the word “boring” comes out of park jimin’s mouth and a “strip” added to cure that boredom to get you through the night. lisa manoban ends up stripped down to her panties and bra and steps out of the game.

“nah, i’m out, you guys have fun though.” she waves her hand in surrender, picks up her clothes and slips away from the circle to emphasize on her withdrawal from the game.

a series of ‘aww’s and ‘boo’s follow from you and the rest before hoseok disappears five minutes later, saying something about needing to take a number 1 but never coming back and getting forgotten by everyone.

he’s probably left to check up on lisa who said she was going to grab some snacks from the convenience store that’s just three minutes away from the beach.

the flames of the custom made bonfire dance in the night, cackling and laughing when it’s your turn to discard your bra. the chilly air making your nipples stand. your cheeks are burning as you cross your arm over your exposed chest. the hesitant way you look down and bite your lip is enough indication that you’re thinking twice about being the sole winner of tonight’s strip truth or dare. kim taehyung attempts to place his jacket around you but is met by a series of protests.

“if you wanna put on a jacket, you gotta be prepared to admit defeat. that’s the rule.” or so jeon jeongguk announces.

“never heard of that rule before.” kim jennie looks at him with an elaborated twist of her eyebrows to show the utter confusion and absurdity she finds in his words.

“yeah, well, now you know,” jeongguk winks.

it’s either because of the man’s flirtatious advancements or because she really needs to go to the bathroom, that she stands up, pick up the shirt and the only piece of article she’s taken off and walks towards the cars. somewhere a few feet away, the lights of the convenience store and closed diner illuminates the area.

jisoo shoots you a look that you shoot back with another look of determination. if there’s anything you’d never be caught dead doing, it’s raising the white flag before jeon jeongguk does.

so she ends up chasing after jennie on her own.

“anyone else wanna be loser?” jeongguk asks, vanity apparent in his voice.

you wonder how it’s not shivering in the cold with how he’s stripped naked to his boxers.

“i need to get some water,” seokjin announces and struts towards the direction the girls were headed.

he’s one of the lucky few that managed to keep his clothes on throughout the game.

it’s become an unspoken knowledge that the ones who backed out will go home in seokjin’s jeep.

there’s only you, taehyung, jimin, jeongguk and yoongi.

namjoon was the first to leave because his girlfriend called him crying for some reason and he’s the kind of man that would come running to his girl. somewhere in your heart, you feel a tinge of jealousy for chaeyoung for having such an amazing man who loves her to the moon and back.

“this is getting boring.” jimin confesses for the second time of the night, bringing the bottle to his plump lips.

“let’s play 7 minutes in heaven.” jeongguk suggests, “we’re all bored here.”

“but there’s just one girl...” jimin murmurs to himself.

“so? you can make out with one of us,” taehyung winks.

but jimin’s shyly looking down and smiling is the last thing you expect to see. he’d usually just brush off his best friend’s advancements by laughing or flirting back but never speechless.

“alright, here’s the bottle,” jeongguk says afer gulping down the whole content of the beer and lifting the opaque glass in the air, “game’s simple, it’s like spin the bottle but instead of making out, you spend 7 minutes in one of the cars.”

“no –not my car,” jimin complains, throwing his head back, probably recalling that time when he lent jeaongguk his car and in the morning, started blowing everyone’s phone up by spamming the group chat, sending death threats to jeongguk for those stains in the back seat.

“i’m out.” yoongi says simply, but doesn’t move from his spot which is sitting on the log between taehyung and jimin.

his porcelain skin is painted auburn from the fire in front of him. he raises the beer to his mouth and starts downing it.

“ugh okay, okay, how about just making out here for 7 minutes?” jeongguk mediates.

that receives a moderate response of ‘not-so-thrilled-but-not-against-it’ kind of nod.

jeongguk places the bottle down on the ground and yoongi plainly points, “that’s not how physics work.”

“shh,” the younger man shushes him up, “it’s gonna work.”

then he spins the bottle just a few centimeters above the sand. the opaque bottle spins in the air for the briefest moment before it lands on the grainy sand, it’s top pointed straight at you.

“okay, so me and ___ are the first pair.” he grins, excitement flashing across his eyes.

jimin goes next, mimicking jeongguk’s techniques and the bottle points at yoongi. all of a sudden, a strangled silence settles in.

the elder man makes an impressed nod –probably surprised at how things turned out.

“okay, tae, you spin the bottle and if falls on me or ___, you can join us and if it falls on jimin or yoongi, you can join them.” jeongguk says as if he’s done this plenty of times before.

you attempt to pick up your shirt when jeongguk clicks his tongue and wiggles his index finger in the air, “nu-uh, the game’s still going on, you put on any of the clothes you’re not supposed to have on, and you’re out.”

“that’s a dumb rule and i’m cold.” you roll your eyes and slip on your shirt anyway.

your nipples appear more protruded underneath that thin layer of material but it’s better than having to cover them with your arm.

jeongguk groans but doesn’t say anythng else as taehyung picks up the bottle and spins it.

in the end, you have a pair and a trio.

since taehyung is right next to you, crash your onto with his. it takes him a moment to register that the seven minutes start now before he swipes his tongue over your lower lip and you let him in, tasting the bitter beer in his mouth while he suckles on your tongue.

you expect taehyung to play along for the first few minutes and let jeongguk and you have a go at it. but the proactive advancements aren’t unwelcomed.

“hey! come on!” jeongguk whines somewhere in a distance –he’s sat across from you.

it doesn’t take long to make his way over and starts kissing your shoulder, sitting on the vacant end of the log. it’s the hand that snakes under your shirt and gropes your breast that makes you moan into taehyung’s mouth.

jeongguk pinches your nipple almost painfully, as if getting payback for starting without him.

when you don’t budge and wrap your arms around taehyung’s neck, he stops his assault on your sensitive buds and slips his hand under your panties. you gasp, body frozen from the unannounced intrusion and he takes that chance to turn your face to him, capturing your lips.

taehyung sighs softly, as if foreseeing that jeongguk would sweep you away from him. and you thought it the end of that.

but instead, you feel more slander fingers than jeongguk’s on your other breast that jeongguk didn’t touch. they’re gentle and handle you like you’re a delicate porcelain doll.

and like you said, taehyung’s touches aren’t unwelcomed.

that, paired with jeongguk’s careless fingers on your clit, easily makes you moan out in pleasure as sparks course through your veins, stars behind your eyes, your arm around jeongguk’s neck and your mouth tore away from his.

jeongguk lets out a low whistle as caresses your sensitive clit in a circular motion and stops when your hand grasps his wrist, telling him you need a break.

“wait, out here? dude, you can’t be serious,” taehyung lowly cautions as jeongguk shifts behind.

you barely get to focus your eyes after coming down from your high, noticing the two men making out behind taehyung where you last saw them. yoongi’s hand is in jimin’s pants.

“baby, can i put it in?” jeongguk’s voice is uncharacteristically silken and sweet.

it doesn’t take a genius why.

you throw a glance over your shoulder to see him pumping himself, his tip glistening with pre-cum.

“no, i want tae’s.” you say vindictively.

“what – “ the aforementioned man’s eyes widen, skin appearing olive gold next to the fire.

“may i, tae tae?” you smile, fluttering your lashes and smiling coquettishly as you caress him through his pants. just like jimin, he only lost his shirt in the earlier game.

his adam’s apple bobs as he contemplates your offer but spreads his legs open as though welcoming your touch.

“i...” he says thickly, “i don’t have a condom on me...”

“it’s fine, i’m on birth control,” you shrug, lips still curled into a suave, inviting smile.

then his head shakes in the smallest nod.

“yeah?” you ask, head tilted ever so slightly to the side in an innocent gesture.

“yeah,” he echoes your words, eyes screwing shut, “please.”

it takes you close to no difficulty to take him out. you ravel in his size –he’s possibly the biggest you’ve ever seen. taking him in your mouth, you let jeongguk pull you panties to the side and slip his tip past your entrance. he groans, appreciating your warmth while you coat taehyung’s length with your saliva.

once you’re sure taehyung’s all ready to take you, you lift yourself up, earning a whine from jeongguk whose closed eyes shoot open as if he just woke up from a delightful dream and crashed into reality. you lower yourself onto taehyung, humming in appreciation like jeongguk did as the taller man stretches you out to fit his size.

once you’re sat on his lap and taking him to the hilt, only then do you pay attention to jeongguk who’s directing your hand to wrap around his length.

you start to move your hips, appreciating each delicious graze of taehyung’s length stretching and molding you to fit his size while pumping jeongguk’s shaft and lowering your mouth to wrap around his tip.

“i’m close,” taehyung murmurs breathily, his hand ghosting over your hips as though barely fighting against his primal urges to grab your hips and move you to his desirred tempo.

“you can come inside,” you say, tearing your mouth away from jeongguk for the briefest moment to throw your head to meet taehyung’s hooded gaze.

“please, can i cum inside you too? after tae?” jeongguk asks, knowing full well that he’s walking on thin ice with you.

“no.” you deny curtly, making sure to shoot him a glare to emphasize your disapproval.

“fuck,” taehyung’s voice cuts through the night as he’s pushed to his limit. those large hands dig into your skin as he bounces your ass on his lap the way he wants it.

and you let him. moaning against jeongguk’s tip as your brain shortcircuits. you barely notice the way jeongguk’s thrusting his length down your throat –much deeper than you’d allow him, just because you’re not a fan of his arrogance but also can’t completely resist it.

once you and taehyung stop moving, jeongguk easily lifts you up from taehyung’s lap and place you down on his.

“jeongguk,” you say warning, not at all pleased that he handled you like a ragdoll but can’t help the way you tighten around him –he’s winning in girth compared to taehyung.

“don’t move –i promise i won’t come inside you, just please let me feel you around me,” jeongguk’s basically begging as he hugs you close to him –it’s probably to get you to stop any inch of movement but your stomach is fluttering and your cheeks are immeasurably hot.

you bite your lower lip from moaning.

while he’s holding you so tight, your clit is rubbing against him and you’ve got the fattest dick inside you.

there’s no way you can sit still.

you move your hip in a circular motion, the groan coming from jeongguk’s lips being music to your ears.

“fine,” you push the mated hair from his face when he pulls away from your shoulder and looks at you in the eye, they appear to be twinkling in the flicker of the flames, “you can come inside.”

the last thread of his sanity seems to snap. he lays you down on your back and because the log isn’t long enough for that, you end up having your head laid on taehyung’s thigh, his just-cummed dick still out in the open. every time jeongguk thrusts inside you, you end up brushing against it.

taehyung, having lost his reserves about sex in public, smiles down at you and places a hand underneath your head to support you while his friend is thrusting in and out of you like a mad man who’s never tasted a woman in his entire life.

eventually, taehyung, the moans and the squelching sounds disappear into a blurred mess. you don’t know where you start and where jeongguk ends.

when you come to, you’re staring at the starless night sky, breathing heaving into steady breaths as you feel satisfaction tingles in between your legs. a mixture of jeongguk and taehyung’s cums pour out of you and onto your stained panties.

and in the peaceful cackles of the bon fire and the sound of waves crashing, a shadow blocks your view.

“uh, ___,” jimin says hesitantly.

“hm?” you look up at the man with his length out –he’s probably the shortest compared to taehyung and jeongguk but his girth could give the latter a run for his money.

“we got turned on looking at you guys,” jimin stammers, cheeks flushed while yoongi stands next to him, stroking himself to the sight of your glistening and naked body.

“come here,” you giggle, pushing yourself up.

“let me,” taehyung whispers, sending shivers down your spine as he holds out his hand for you to use as a support.

you don’t realize how spent you are until you decide to stand up but almost go tumbling into the ground again a second later. you would’ve faceplanted into the sand if taehyung hadn’t caught you. he helps you to sit on his lap and holds both your legs up.

your panties are now discarded on the ground while sticky, white cum drips out of you freely and park jimin’s got a front row view of that.

you should be embarrassed but the last of your braincell’s got fucked out of you by jeongguk who’s now passed out on the sand, snoring away like he’s got no care in th world.

jimin’s face is beat red as he slips right inside you. it would’ve taken more teasing if you were to take him without jeongguk and taehyung’s jizz dripping out of you.

“you mind if i give you head instead?” you ask the elder man.

“not at all,” yoongi shrugs but that unbothered facade comes crumbling down like sand castle as soon as you wrap your lips around him, hand covering where your mouth can’t reach.

well, you can, but deepthroating’s jeongguk’s made you too tired to take another man deeper than you do now.

you sigh softly when jimin starts moving. he’s gentle with his strokes, as if making sure you’re gradually getting used to him. probably because he knows he’s thicker than the average men. and jimin being jimin, will probably make sure all his partners are comfortable (how ever comfortable you can be butt naked in the open and with sand sticking to your soles and exposed flesh.

but all that easily melts away as jimin hits that one spot that gets you throwing your head back on taehyung’s shoulder. even when he goes faster, he’s still attentive of your reactions and actions.

you’re not sure how he can read you when it’s covered in yoongi’s cum. he’s the fastest to cum out of all the four boys. somewhere in your mind, you thank the universe for giving you a fast and easy blow.

when yoongi steps away, you shift your focus to jimin, “i’m coming,” you murmur.

it takes a few strokes more for you come at the same time, jimin throwing his head back, barely moaning out. it’s as though his reservations still cling onto him and stops him from losing himself.

jimin pulls out with a sigh, legs barely able to stand so he tumbles back to one of those empty logs and zips himself up.

just when you’re about to pull your legs together, all of a sudden, conscious of how exposed and naked you are –taehyung’s hand stops you.

“taehyung...” you murmur, cheeks burning at the way you’re spread and bare with multiple men’s cum dripping down your ass.

but he doesn’t seem to mind as he slides his fingers down your stomach and slips two of them past your entrance, coating those slender digits with the cum inside you.

his motion starts picking up and until he’s thrusting his fingers inside you like he would his dick. you’re grasping his arm and biting your lips at the sudden yet different rush of pressure you’ve had up until now. with the pleasure jimin left you, it doesn’t take long for it to built up in the pit of your stomach and spreads through your body likes the waves against the shore.

the rest that follows is a blur. you remember foregoing your undergarments and slipping on your jeans and shirt before having taehyung sweep you off your feet and carry you to the car.

“t-tae! i can walk!” you try to protest but he simple chuckles.

“you can barely stand.”

you can only cast your eyes to his collarbones –anywhere besides his eyes as you recall the throbbing sensation between your legs.

jeongguk, having been kicked to wake by yoongi, scampers to stand up and follow the three of you. he falls a step behind and complains the whole way to the car, saying something about “can do that too”.

whatever that is.

when you reach your home, the lights in the living room are still on and you’re quite literally screwed.

“come on, i’ll help you to the porch,” jeongguk says ever so casually as he undes the safety belt.

yet something instinctual makes you hurl out words of rejection right there and there despite your brain telling you that you’ll barely make it three steps out of the door without crashing against the ground.

“no, i’m good.” you huff, swigging the car door open yet you hear another car door open and the sound of feet hurriedly shuffling over and in no time, jeongguk’s arm is around yours.

“i don’t need your help,” you hiss under your breath despite the relief that floods your system from jeongguk’s support.

“what are the chances of your parents letting you coming back past curfew slide because the face they saw walking you up to the porch is mine?” he makes a compelling argument.

before you can even refute, the front door swings open to your father’s glum expression. though his face lights up like christmas light as soon as he sees the man next to you.

“jeongguk! well, i’ll be damned,” your father beams, hands on his hips, “i didn’t know you two made up.”

“evening, mr. ___,” jeongguk nods in greeting, pretending not to hear the last part.

“thanks for walking me,” you say, strained.

gathering all that’s left of your might you take a step forward and out of his arm to stand next to your dad, waiting for him to leave.

“did someone say jeongguk?” your mother comes running from the couch, “oh, how’s your mother? is she well?”

“yeah. too well, actually. she’s been into yoga lately, keeps saying she’ll be able to beat me in arm wrestling,” jeongguk chuckles, scuffing his sole against the ground, hands buried inside his pocket.

“yeah, it’s getting late, don’t you think?” you cut in.

your parents seem to take the hint, your mother wishing him a one last, “tell minhee i said hi, yeah, son?”

“will do,” he smiles, eyes travelling to yours only to have him drop his gaze. “have a good evening mr. ___, mrs. ___.”

then he’s walking back to the car where you can see taehyung waving his hand from the passenger seat. only then, does an actual smile curve on your lips as you wave back, pretending not to notice the slouch in jeongguk’s figure.

that’s the last you talk to jeongguk privately. sometimes, when you’re texting in the group chat, you can’t help but reply to his dumb memes. yoongi and you exchange music in private message while you and jimin are ‘best friends’ on snapchat and you occasionally reply to taehyung’s insta story.

no one spoke of that night.

it’s as if it never happened.

the girls asked about it but you simply brush it off, “oh we had some drinks and decide to go home because it wasn’t fun with half of the squad not around.”

they don’t believe it.

but they don’t push it either.

but they probably thought you made a mistake and that mistake having something to do with your summer fling slash childhood friend, jeon jeongguk.

part of it was true.

except you fucked half of the boys in your group of friends.

it’s a month later, did you get a text from jeongguk on one ordinary friday night, after coming home from work. after going back to seoul.

jk: hey

jk: me and taehyung are going out for a drink

jk: since we live ten minutes away do you wanna come?

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FLESH⇢yandere!kth&pjm [E]

⇢ 18+ | Explicit ⇢ xtremity; 10 ⇢ pairing: kth & pjm x female reader ⇢ serves as a part two of Friends, but can be read individually. ⇢ genre: yandere, smut, gore ⇢ word count: 6.7k ⇢ warnings: my brain hah | bloodplay | use of razorblade/cutting on y/n’s body | dubcon smut | bloody biting | scratching/nail marks | oral choking | spanking | drugging y/n (not unconscious.) | she’s basically theirs to use as they wish | straight up noncon ending as it includes major character death.(hint; it’s y/n.) | kind of soft tho despite the fact that y/n literally dies. | also slight mxm moments but at this point that warning is so tame compared to the previous. | Jm calls KTH hyung in this ok its not a typo in this world he’s older just roll w it xoxo

You are reading this at your own discretion and with many warnings for very explicit content involving triggering themes. This is purely a fictional guilty pleasure. I enjoy writing these things, but it does not reflect my real life desires or morals.. Thank you for reading, it’s been a while since I posted anything of my own. I’ve had this idea in mind since last summer, and it’s been a long time before I was finally able to finish it. Honestly, it probably would’ve never been finished if it wasn’t for the fact that lovely @chimoona hyped me and helped me out when I felt like I was stuck. Hope you love it. xoxo

Taehyung and Jimin’s twisted obsession with you mixes with their insatiable sadistic desires of having your life under their control.

This time, they take it too far.

They believed in forever, they really did. And technically, they weren’t wrong.

You’d been their plaything for what did feel like an eternity. Not that you mind, you’ve grown to love them and what they do to you. With time, they grew to trust you wholly, and at some point they allowed you to roam their house freely, knowing you wouldn’t attempt to escape. You do not recall when you'd forgotten about your old life, and only knew the one you shared with Taehyung and Jimin. You didn’t want to leave, your life was dedicated to them, content in your current position as their property. To please them in every way you knew how and were taught to, to comfort them when they’re having a rough day... They did provide everything you have, after all.

They loved you so much. So fucking much it was so utterly painful. To the point that they were struggling to show you just how much.

Showing sweet affection naturally came easier from Jimin. He was softer, more gentle with the way he handled you. He absolutely loved to spoil you with hugs, kisses, and sweet words to no end…

Taehyung, however, was cold as ice. You knew he loved you too, likely even more than Jimin did. He wouldn’t show it in the same ways, often struggling with being gentle. So, he would show you his affection the only way he knew how; Fucking you.

The harder he fucked you, the more he loved you. His love was aggressive, and his self control often went way out of hand, especially as of late. He loved you more when he hurt you. Sometimes, Jimin had to stop him from going too far; although it was obvious that he enjoyed watching Taehyung handle you this way for as long as he allowed himself before his empathy forced him to step in...

You smoothed your fingers over the purple bruises on your neck, shaped in the form of Taehyung’s strong fingers. Standing in the quiet kitchen, you peered out the window, watching their car pull up on the driveway. A rush of adrenaline pumped through your veins, because you knew they were hungry. Not for food, but for you.

It was late at night, they usually worked late. You never knew exactly what they did for a living, and at this point you didn’t dare to ask. All you knew was that they made enough to provide. It was hell for them to be away from you, sometimes for days at a time; so when they came home, there was only one thing on their mind.

~~~

The few seconds it took for the door to swing open, the quick scurrying of your feet thudded against the floor, rushing to greet them with a smile. Jimin sprung on his feet to embrace you in a tight hug, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He inhaled deeply, as if it was the remedy he’s been craving.

“Kitten..” Jimin purred against your skin, placing hungry kisses along your collarbone. You gasped quietly, relishing in how his pillowy lips soothed the aching on your skin. “Jimin… I missed you.”

Taehyung didn’t say anything, just placed his duffel bag on the floor with a thud after locking the front door behind them. It took a moment before he joined in the hug, taking his place behind you to hug tightly. He grazed his lips against the nape of your neck, drawing another soft gasp from you.

“Taehyung.” You whispered as you melted into the touch between both of your men. “I missed you too.”

“My doll.” Taehyung murmured, his hands roaming down the curve of your waist before they settled on your hips, squeezing hard. He pressed his crotch against your ass, as if to tell you he missed you as well, if the hardness beneath the fabric of his pants were anything to go by.

“It’s time to play.” He stated firmly. It wasn’t a question, but a command, to the both of you.

“Yes.” Jimin agreed, his kisses travelling up your jaw to finally meet your lips in a sweet kiss. He pulled back to smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Tonight felt different.

~~~

“Fuck, you look so pretty, doll. Isn’t she just exquisite, Jimin?”

“Yeah. She is perfect.”

The familiar words in each ear coaxed shivers to run down your spine. The deja vu brought back the faint memories of their first night with you, a night of fear mixed with arousal. Tonight, that feeling was back. Your bittersweet piece of heaven and hell in one room, ready to play with you to their heart’s content.

You were laid on your back in their large bed, dressed up in their favorite red lingerie like a full course meal for them to play with and devour, wrists tightly tied above your head against the barred headboard. The chain was loose, allowing you to be moved around on the bed, however not long enough for you to actually be able to get out of it. But you didn’t attempt to move. They were always in charge, this was second nature to you by now.

“P-please…” Your hushed voice was barely audible, head moving side to side, unable to see where in the room they were. It wasn’t unusual for them to do it like this, they loved to blindfold you, giving you absolutely no power to ever predict what they'd do or where they’d touch…

“Oh, kitten’s begging.” Jimin sounded like he wanted to ease your desperation. He always did, he loved to give you what you wanted, to spoil you with love and pleasure.

“Let her.” Taehyung huffed, a lot less sweet in his tone. He stood by the foot of the bed, slowly unbuckling his pants. The clacking sound of the belt had your body quivering in anticipation. “Come here, Jimin. Don’t touch her yet.”

“Yes.” Jimin obliged to Taehyung, always did.. well, most of the time. Sometimes there were moments where Jimin would disobey for fun, but reading the room of how tonight’s ambience was around Tae, the blonde knew that tonight wasn’t the time to be a brat. He needed to be a good boy, just like you needed to be a good girl. There was a fire in Taehyung’s dark eyes that ignited when Jimin approached him and dropped to his knees by the bed without hesitation. Jimin looked up at Tae with anticipation, wetting his plush upper lip with his pink tongue.

“Is this what you need?” Jimin asked quietly, as if he didn’t already know the answer by the impressive bulge fighting the fabrics of Taehyung’s pants..

Taehyung didn’t bother to answer, instead tugging down his pants and underwear in one go to kick them to the side, grabbing the shaft of his hefty length with one hand and Jimin’s blonde curls in the other.

“Make it hard.”

With parted, damp lips, Jimin doesn’t leave a second wasted to brace his hands on his thighs, leaning in to take Taehyung’s thick length into his mouth. His tongue had become skilled after countless times training himself to please the man just the way he liked it, swirling around the tip and moving forward to take inch after inch down his throat.

“Hmpf…” Taehyung’s breathy voice was prominent in the quiet room, humming in content while he watched the blonde’s plump lips stretch around his girth. His cock became slick with spit, more each time Jimin moved back and forth, sucking messily until it became hard to breathe, cock fully erect and filling every inch of the smaller man’s delicate mouth.

When Jimin deemed that he’d done more than enough to fulfill the command he was given, he pulled back with a wet pop, gasping for air to soothe the burning in his lungs from holding it too long for his comfort. He liked it though, and it didn’t go unnoticed when his own erection pressed between his thighs, aching for attention.

With a flick of Taehyung’s wrist, Jimin follows orders to move towards the bed, to you. The weight of Jimin’s body as it sunk into the bed next to you made you flinch, lolling your head to the side in his direction, cheek resting on the soft pillow they’d provided you with. You couldn't see, but you could hear Jimin’s soft breathing next to you until he spoke.

“Been a while since you dressed her up, Tae. She looks pretty.”

“Special occasion.” Taehyung’s lips twitched into the most faint of smiles. It was special indeed. He would occasionally dress you up in pretty fits that suited his tastes, to feed his visual desires. To him, undressing you from something tasteful and taunting was part of his foreplay. It drove him mad with lust seeing you writhe, helpless and in want for more--or less.

“Mhm.” Jimin agreed mindlessly, his gentle hand reached out to catch a strand of your hair between his fingers. It got stuck when he combed through it, but he tugged the little knots loose, drawing a quiet whine from you in return. “Sorry kitten.”

“Ah, it’s.. It’s okay.” You smiled, although your lower lip trembled when you heard the rustling of tools of various materials from the other side of the bed. “Tae?” You asked quietly, timid as if you weren’t sure you were allowed to speak, but did so anyway, “What are you--”

“I don’t recall speaking to you, doll.” Taehyung’s stern baritone echoed in the dim room, immediately silencing your words. You sucked in a harsh breath, feeling your nerves come to life, not even able to be soothed by the calming motion of Jimin stroking your cheek.

You couldn’t even muster to apologize, knowing all that the man wanted from you was utter silence. So, you obliged without a single word.

“I don’t care for your apologies. If you’re sorry, silence speaks louder.” Taehyung murmured, and more rustling is heard from where his hands are pulling out item after item to place on the duvet, surrounding your lying form. “I want to play, and I will not accept any objections.”

Silence followed, and both you and Jimin seemed to have frozen in place when the deafening silence filled the room.

“Understood?” Taehyung sounded different. It was incredibly subtle, but Jimin sensed it. There was no space left for any objections towards what Taehyung wanted. It was his way, and his way only. And the mere thought of defying his orders had a chill run down Jimin’s spine.

“Yes.” Jimin meekly replied, nudging your side. There was no use in disagreeing with the man in charge, especially not when he’s like this..

“Y-yes.” You automatically whined, although a bit confused to what it meant. Why was this any different than any other time he’d play with you?

You had an idea by the energy both men gave off, one of intensity and arousal, but something else lingered in the air when they spoke. You were soon to find out..

~~~

“G-gah, T-Tae—! Please, no more..”

“One more, you can do it.” Taehyung purred as he buried his face back between your spread legs, using a flattened tongue to lap up the sticky residue of your precious orgasms. How many times he’d made you cum, you’d lost count at this point. It felt like there was no end to Taehyung’s hunger tonight, as he’d barely done anything but eat you out until your muscles were trembling with exhaustion.

“I can’t, I can’t— stop, please…” You cried out as it began to hurt, eyes screwed shut as your body shakes into another orgasm— just like he said you could.

“Mmm, what a pretty kitten you are.” Jimin praised from the side, toying with your supple breasts and marking your neck with tender sucks. Wet smacks from where he touched himself to the sounds you made is heard, and you’re yet to see any of it. “Cumming so much, he knows exactly how to make you feel good.”

Hot, snappy breaths pushed past your lips when you desperately tried to gather yourself for the umpteenth time, only to feel the dip of Taehyung repositioning himself in the bed, kneeling between your legs. You felt his large hands hook behind your knees, pushing your legs up to your chest to expose your slick cunt for him to see. You felt hot, as if his gaze alone was burning into you— even with a blindfold on, you sensed it.

When Taehyung lined up his thick cock with your entrance, you began to squirm. You’re sensitive, and normally you’d be worked up to take Jimin first to ensure you’re stretched enough to take the size of Taehyung. However, this time, all you could rely on was the fact that your cunt was lubricated from your previous orgasms.

“Don’t move so much.” Taehyung muttered, holding onto your legs tighter as he advanced his hips forward, pushing slowly to fill you with his cock. He’s thick, and although he’s going slow, the stretch of his length parting your flesh makes you bite down on your lower lip, squirming harder on the bed. Taehyung felt himself twitch inside of you, liking the reactions you give him a bit too much.

“Does she feel good, Tae?” Jimin seeked praise in your place, knowing you wouldn’t ask for it-- you wouldn’t dare. He fists his own length, laying on his side next to you as he placed his warm cheek on your shoulder, providing you with his soothing presence in the middle of your discomfort. But, you loved it. Loved it all. So you aimed to please, knowing this is just the way the two showed their different types of love for you.

“She’s tight.” Taehyung confirms in his own way, that you did indeed feel amazing. If the lust lacing his tone wasn’t proof enough, the flexing muscles in his arms as he grasped you tighter, and the greedy way he stroked his cock in and out of you, lowly grunting, should be enough. He doesn’t always say it outright, but he probably enjoyed it even more than the two of you did.

“It’s because your dick is so big..” Jimin chuckled lowly, but his smile is quickly wiped away, morphed into an expression of pleasure when he hears you whine into his ear in pain. Taehyung had picked up the pace, plunging his cock into you roughly, all too sudden of a built up without little warning. His sadistic desires ramp up the hotter the moment, and tonight’s plans seemed to be nothing but sweet. “Don’t break her.”

“Why?” Taehyung’s sharp eyes flicker over to Jimin, who stares right back with hazy eyes. The blonde stroked himself faster, smiling. Your cries were growing louder as Taehyung fucked into you harder, still staring Jimin down, a smirk growing on his lips. Your body jolted upwards with every thrust, moans breaking into whiny sobs at the painful prod of his thick, swollen tip slamming into you over, and over, and over. “She’s mine.”

“But also mine.” Jimin countered, making his point by smoothing his free hand up your collarbones, until he reached your neck. He wrapped his palm around it, squeezing gently to force you to gasp. The blonde looked back at Tae with a lopsided smile, knowing it’d taunt him.

“Ours.” Taehyung threw his head back with a groan, feeling the way your slick flesh constricted around his length when Jimin took a chokehold on you. It spurred the man on to bury his cock deeper, grinding his hips into you. “If you’re gonna choke her, do it properly.”

Taehyung suddenly pulled out of you, and Jimin knew to let go to allow him to flip your body over, lifting your hips to make you stand on all fours. He entered you again, fully bottoming out in one quick stroke that parted your stretched cunt, smacking his pelvis against your reddening cheeks.

Jimin exchanged a look with Tae, who nudged his chin in your direction as if to tell him to ‘use her mouth, go on.’

Jimin didn’t need to be told twice to spur into action, and his quick understanding through a silent exchange pleased Taehyung immensely. The blonde positioned himself in front of you, on his knees, perfectly aligning the slick head of his cock with your lips. You clenched around Tae, drawing a low groan from the man behind you, which in turn spurred him to snap his hips forward roughly.

“Kh--Tae… mmff..” The moment your lips parted to moan out his name, Jimin took full advantage of your vulnerable position. He grasped your hair into his delicate fist and tugged you towards him, giving you no other choice but to take him into your mouth. Muffled whines got caught in your throat, and tears quickly welled up beneath the blindfold to stain the fabrics where your eyes were hidden. Compared to Taehyung, Jimin wasn’t as big, nor was he as rough. But the sudden intrusion without the anticipation from seeing what would happen, it caught you by surprise. You gagged around his pretty girth the deeper he went, earning a canary moan from Jimin.

Taehyung keeps his eyes on Jimin throughout their exchange of momentum, rocking your body back and forth for their own amusement and pleasure. However, that doesn’t exclude you from taking just as much pleasure from it. Both their lengths filled you so well, swelling inside of you with need.

“Jimin,” Taehyung’s strained baritone commands the blonde’s attention, “Look at me.”

Jimin rocked his hips to bury his cock past your gag reflex, earning a garbled squeak. He didn’t hear Tae right away, but the stern command snapped his attention directly to the man in charge. His starry dark eyes swirled with adoration as they settled on the familiar form.

“Hyung.” He’s breathless, all thanks to you. He can barely muster a response beyond a sigh.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Taehyung smirked, thrusting your body forward to take Jimin deeper, “Make some more noise for me.”

By the power of Tae pressing your body forward, Jimin is saved from all the work. He carded his fingers through your matted hair and grabs it tight at the back of your head while holding his eyes on his partner. He didn’t hold back a single whimper or throaty moan. Whatever the man requested was his pleasure to provide. Lip clamped tight between his teeth, taut, staining the delicate skin until blood drained from the surface. Strangled breaths huffed out through his flared nostrils until he let it out in an angelic sigh.

“It’s g-good, Hyung. Kitten’s mouth is so hot...tight. A..ah.”

Thighs trembled to hold still, itching to pulse in until you’re choking, but he lets Tae take the lead. Plus, it would take a lot more to make you squirm, as badly as he would have liked to when you constricted around him. The two men had trained you to their exact tastes, to hold your breath as they indulge in the warmth of your body with greed.

“Good boy… If only you could see yourself right now.” Taehyung scoffed between labored breaths. His nails dug into your hips as he spoke, smiling wolfishly when your body reacted just the way he wanted; squirming, squeezing his cock tighter while simultaneously muffled whimpers are choked back down your throat when Jimin rutted forward, every little rocking of his hips forcing tears down your pretty cheeks, “She’s already choking, you must be so hard. All ready to cum, hm?”

“Please,” he sighed dreamily with tears pricking the corners of his eyes. His pleas sung a different tune, as his lips curled to a devilish smirk. Normally he might have asked for permission when Tae felt aggressively dominant, but in the end, he wanted what he wanted. His high krept over him, making it nearly impossible to succumb to his carnal desires.

“Wanna make our pretty girl even prettier...” He huffed sweetly, withdrawing his sopping cock and stroking it in his hand. “I-I’m…” Before Tae could say or do anything about it, Jimin pressed his tip against your lips and released warm spurts of cum. More whines as his own hand over stimulated, pumping everything he had onto your flawless face--over your cheeks, dripping off your chin. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel everything. The sticky, hot substance as it slid down your skin, the faint pulses of Jimin’s tip against your lips. But most of all, you could hear his pretty vocal fry as it broke into whiny moans.

“You weren’t supposed to..” Taehyung muttered, but he didn’t sound mad. Not even annoyed. It was merely an inconvenience to his initial train of thought, “Whatever,” he huffed, figuring that was the cue to move on. He stopped fucking you, pulling out and leaving you trembling on the bed as he took a break. Getting up on his feet, he walked around the bed towards Jimin’s sitting form on the edge, “Short break. I’m gonna get water, you soothe our doll for the next phase of playtime.”

“Okay,” Jimin wiped the sheen of sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand, watching Tae leave the room. He looked down at you, eyes softened at the sight. You’re catching your breath, lungs burning slightly from doing so well without any air, and body trembling slightly from being fucked hard and deep. Marks were left on your waist and hips in the shape of Tae’s fingers and nails. He always had a thing with marking you in various ways, “Kitten.”

“Jimin.” You breathed out quietly when you heard his soothing voice, rolling on your back to rest. You felt the warmth of his body as he laid down next to you, a gentle hand soothing up your stomach, between your breasts, and in the end, softly wrapping around your neck in a subtle possessive reminder. It wasn’t hard, but that didn’t mean his fingers didn’t speak for him when he grazed his nails against your flushed skin. You belong to us.

“You’re doing well, I promise.” Jimin kissed your shoulder, avoiding to touch your cum-stained face. He knew that although Tae didn’t say it, he enjoyed it when you look like a total mess.

“W-where did he go?”

“Just getting some water.” He withdrew, smiling when you whined at the loss of his warmth. “I need to prepare you now.”

“How?”

“We don’t need these chains anymore, I know that much.” Jimin muttered, moreso to himself than to you. He clicked open the locks around your wrists, and didn’t do much more than that. Your confusion was evident even through a blindfold.

Before you were able to say much else, Taehyung’s powerful presence reemerged.. Footsteps echoed outside the room, door closing behind him with the heel of his foot. Two bottles in his hands, he threw one to Jimin, who caught it effortlessly. He was about to drink it, but Tae’s stern expression told him otherwise.

“It’s for her. You just take a few sips. It’ll calm her down.”

Jimin looked at the bottle, shaking the clear plastic to notice the small particles floating in it. It’s spiked. Probably something to make you even more compliant, and less likely to struggle if things were too much. But you were already so well trained for them, willingly doing anything they wanted. The blonde was confused, looking back at Tae with a crooked brow, shaking the bottle further to bring the attention back to the drugs.

“Is it really necessary?” Jimin asked, opening the cap nonetheless to bring it to your parched lips as you sit up, “For me as well?”

“Yes.” Taehyung's answer was simple, straight to the point. And Jimin didn’t feel like pressing the matter nor argue any further, especially not after already using up Tae’s patience by cumming all over your face without being instructed to. Jimin knew he could only misbehave so many times before it would bring him consequences. So, he simply fed you the bottle, almost the entire thing in one go. The muscles in your throat danced alluringly with every swallow, some spilling down your chin when you couldn’t keep up with the speed of which you were given. When there was only a small amount left, Jimin withdrew the bottle from your lips and brought it to his own. His eyes met Taehyung’s, maintaining fixed eye contact while he chugged down the last drops.

The way I trust you, Jimin mused to himself as he threw the bottle aside. He didn’t even know what exactly Tae had contaminated the water with, but blindly drank it because he was told to. Even gave a large amount to you… but Jimin was confident in doing so, aware that Tae would never, ever give you something that wouldn’t be beneficial for them in the end.

“She seems content.” Tae muttered while he circled the bed, bottle pressed to his lips occasionally for a hydrating sip.

“Gave her some care. She immediately wondered where you’d gone.” Jimin touched your thigh, stroking it soothingly as he watched your chest slow down, as if you were calmed down immediately. “Is she gonna fall asleep? That’s no fun…”

“If she’s just gonna lay there, she will.” Tae leaned over the bed to spank your thigh, the sudden contact jolting your body to life. “She deserved a short rest, but now I’m getting impatient.” He turned to look Jimin in the eye, his dark pupils resembled that of a hungry predator. “Okay?”

“Okay, hm… Hyung?” Jimin used the title coyly, knowing it always worked on Taehyung. While he still had his attention, he asked, “Why did you want me to drink it as well? Even if it was just a little.”

“Makes you feel good. Doesn’t it?” Taehyung’s lips tugged into a small smile, one that of mischief. “You’ll need it.”

Jimin nodded, not questioning further. He was right, it did feel good as he felt the hint of the drugs in his system, as if it calmed him down and made him feel lighter. Tipsy, unhinged.. and then some. He could only imagine how good you must be feeling right now.

“Let’s continue.” Taehyung placed his half emptied water on the bedside table, reaching down the bag on the floor to rustle out some tools-- his toys, if you please.

He pulled out a small razor, angling it back and forth to stare right into his own dark, sharp gaze. He smiled, testing the efficiency of the blade by grazing it against his palm without a flinch as it split his skin delicately. Red seeped out the small slit, causing the man to bite his lower lip. It excited him, and he had no shame displaying just how thrilled he is by the way his cock twitched back to life.

“Bring her over,” he spoke cooly, still staring at the micro cut across his palm rather than at the two of them. He sat on the bed with his legs spread and patted his lap. “Right here.”

Jimin knew better than anyone what Tae had in store for their doll. There’s a part of himself that finds excitement in observing it happen. Not having a hand in the destruction, but watching you break apart, only for him to mend later. He lifted you by the waist and smiled when your arms flopped like a ragdoll to steady yourself, clumsily. “We have to hold her. I might have given her too much.”

“Good.” A wolfish grin spread across Tae’s face as he gave himself one more shallow cut across the palm before smacking it across your ass to hold you firmly in his lap. A bright red stain coats the welt--hot, pulsating. It’s just a taste of what’s to come.

Jimin braced your back as you found a comfortable seat, straddling Taehyung’s lap, playfully flopping your arms around the back of his neck.

“Baby, why are you bleeding?” Your voice was soft and angelic. You gave him a caring kiss at the corner of his lips, completely oblivious to the blade as it reached the crook of your neck. It split the skin delicately, almost unnoticeable, until a small droplet of blood slid down and rested in the dip of your collarbone like the pretty pendant of a necklace.

“Pretty,” Jimin hummed, noticing the way Tae’s eyes widened, mesmerized by the bright red that reflects in his dark, swirling irises.

Pretty, indeed. You’re gorgeous, ever since they first laid eyes on you, you were bound to be their favorite. Whether you’re dressed up prettily, or a sleepy fucked out mess in their bed, your beauty knew no bounds. ...Taehyung is pretty as well, the way his eyes seem to see nothing but the blood seeping out your wounds. It’s you. It came from your body, and therefore, his enamored expression only spurred his greed to see more.

“My own little doll.” Taehyung gently brushed down the strap of your thin lingerie, giving him more skin to indulge in, but not quite exposing your chest for him to see just yet. He leaned in to press his plush lips into the small pool of blood in the dip of your collarbones, staining his lips in red. He looked up at you, smiling sweetly at your sleepy expression. You automatically smiled back, lazily reaching to swipe the pad of your finger across his lower lip.

“Red suits you.” You mumbled, blinking slowly as you inspected the blood. Realizing what it was, your eyebrows furrowed. “Is your lip bleeding?”

“Red suits you more,” Taehyung responded quickly. He took the opportunity to suck your fingertip clean of your blood, leaning in to kiss your lips, stealing your breath away. His tongue demanded yours, tasting it while feeding you your own sweet essence. It was like iron, watered down by saliva and quickly forgotten when all you could focus on was the passion in his kiss. He indulged, before breaking apart gently, lips still connected through the thick, red tainted strings of saliva, “My lips ache for you. No.. Everything in me aches for you.”

“Everything..” You repeated, moving your hips in response to his words, grinding against his exposed cock. It slid effortlessly between your soppy folds, feeling him twitch against you only made you feel pride swell in your chest because you did something he liked. “Want you.. please..”

“Oh, she’s still able to beg.” Taehyung smiled, eyes searching for Jimin’s. The blonde stayed behind you, ensuring your balance is intact as he watches the scene unfold. He nods at Tae, tongue poking out to wet his plump lips. He likes it too.

“She’s really wet.” Jimin muttered when he glanced down, every little rut making Tae’s length shine more and more until the slick sound can practically be heard.

Taehyung soothed his warm palm over your ass, up to your waist beneath the short dress of your lingerie, before bringing it back down to hold you firmly. His other hand dropped the razor, freeing it for him to be able to use both grips on your behind, lifting you slightly to line himself up with your warm flesh. He didn’t have any patience left to tease himself, and instead began to act upon his urges as they came to him. He lowered you on top of his length, watching your expression morph into a mixture of discomfort, relief, and in the end, pleasure.

“And still responsive, her pretty pussy is still squeezing me tight..” Taehyung licked his lips, looking back at Jimin, who also pays great attention to what’s happening, “Just a bit disoriented..” Although he didn’t audibly say it, it’s obvious that he enjoyed your current state. You were compliant, just his kind of submissive to allow him to use you as he wishes-- yet aware enough to give him the satisfaction of your physical responses and pleading whimpers.

With greedy snaps of his hips, Taehyung began to move beneath you. His steady grip on your ass aided in lifting you up, only to flop you back down onto his length. The light smacks of your ass against his thighs were subtle, but loud enough for him to feel every blood cell in his body awaken-- warm and spreading throughout his system like a wildfire.

“I can’t get enough of her.” Taehyung grunted into your neck, licking up the residue of seeping blood. The fine wound had stopped bleeding, and it irked him-- spurred him to want to make another. His teeth itched to sink into your soft skin.

“Ghh-- ahh..” Your body twitched in response, the sudden stinging pain scared you, not realizing Taehyung was biting your shoulder until your eyelashes fluttered open. He withdrew, only to repeat the action, biting up towards your neck, leaving possessive marks in the shape of his teeth that just barely broke the skin. It stung more with every second, warm welts forming around the small prickles of blood that seeped out from the thin marks. “Taee..”

“Take it off,” Taehyung growls against your skin, not ceasing the way he moves your body on top of himself. When he heard your voice break further, he knew your pretty eyes must be welling up with tears, “Jimin, take her blindfold off now.”

Jimin obliged to the man’s wishes, swiftly reaching to undo the blindfold and tossed it aside. He leaned closer to you, pressing a kiss against your temple while soothing his warm palms up your waist, aiding your body to keep steady as it was thrusted into from below.

“You’re doing so well, kitten. Looking so pretty, Taehyung can barely contain himself.” Jimin voiced out loud, eyes fixed on Taehyung, who seemed to barely notice the blonde’s presence now that he’d gone back to staring at your face. He searched your eyes, finding the hazy stare that had become glossy with a layer of tears. Tae was in awe, eyebrows furrowed in focus. Your expressions had his cock throbbing in excitement, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back from cumming.

“Fuck, it feels good…” Taehyung’s hands trembled, nails digging deeper into the flesh of your ass. He moved your body harder, grinding you down on his length to bury himself as deep as physically possible. A breathy moan followed, low and drawn out as his grip readjusts, snaking his arms around your lower back to hold you down on top of him. Fully sheathed, he buried his face in your cleavage, biting through the fabrics that covered your chest. His thighs began to shake, hips twitching as his cock pulsated, feeding your pussy with his release.

Your strained moans were quiet, breathy like a soft sigh. You could feel him throb inside of you, so you did your best to clench around him to ensure he felt his best during his orgasm. Even when you were feeling like you were floating on clouds, nothing could numb out the feeling of Taehyung..

“She likes it.” Jimin kept his hands on your back, soothing circles with his palms.

“Such a good girl to me… Always.” Taehyung huffed, letting your body flop over his as he sat up straight, holding your body in a hug. He looked up at Jimin with a content smile. He smiled more and more the further they went, but… There’s something in his eyes that tells Jimin he’s far from done. He’s not sated yet. No, there was a fire in Taehyung’s eyes that still burned passionately.

Taehyung laid you down on your back, ensuring you were comfortable on the soft duvet. Your eyes fluttered closed before opening again, looking back and forth between the men you loved more than life itself.

“My pretty little doll, isn’t it such a shame that your skin is unblemished...when it should be marked with my love?” Taehyung asked while reaching for the razorblade that he’d discarded on the sheets earlier, now bringing it back. He displays it next to his face with a smirk, the shiny metal piece reflecting your lewd body like a miniature mirror.

“Hyung..?” Jimin looked momentarily confused. He knew Taehyung wanted to inflict marks of possession, hence the biting and light cutting earlier. But this seemed different, and they’d both already had their fill for the night. Nonetheless, despite the confusion, the blonde was also intrigued. Your skin had remained unmarked from any scars, always previous inflictions had been ones that heal and fade with time.

Taehyung wet his lips in anticipation, giving Jimin a wicked smile before he positioned himself between your legs, giving him full access to your torso. He used the sharp blade of his razor to cut a slit into your dress, then proceeded to rip it apart at the front to expose your skin. He exhales in awe, fingers trembling as they held the metal object tighter.

“More.” Taehyung whispered, eyes dark as he drank in your curves. He brought the pads of his fingers to your stomach, soothing over it to test your reflexes. You barely react, so he began to gently dig the corner of his blade into your skin. Jimin could see how Tae’s lip twitched at the feeling of carving into your flesh, seeing as the warm, red blood seeped out from the clean wound.

“More.” Taehyung repeated, littering your stomach and ribs in cuts, watching as if in a trance as the blood paints red streaks down your body into the sheets. You begin to whine when you feel the burning sensation of your paper thin gashes, “You look so much prettier.”

Jimin didn’t intervene, even when you began to squirm and whine more frequently. He clamped his lower lip between his teeth tightly, sitting next to you. He didn’t want to stop it, and even if he wanted to-- he couldn’t. Not when Taehyung had already decided what needed to happen. Jimin stayed close, brushing your hair away from your face, even the damp strands that had stuck to your cheek. It’s all he could do.. All he would do.

“Stay still.” Taehyung muttered when you moved too much. He cursed between breaths when you twitched too harshly from a cut, resulting in him cutting deeper than intended into your upper thigh. He smacked the wound with an open palm, as if to silently punish you for not doing as he instructed, “See what happened now? I told you to stay still..”

However, the smile on his lips began to resemble that of a subtle version of a cheshire cat when he saw your deepened gash pulse out more blood for him. He admired the view, and he could feel the growing desire itch in his hands-- it’s not enough.

Jimin recognized that crazed look in Tae’s eye, and it made him doubt the man for the first time all night.

“Taehyung.” He stated his name plainly, but clear. He needed the man to hear him through the bloodthirsty quiver of his irises as he drank you in. “It’s time. She’s done.”

“She’s done when I say she’s done.”

“Tae…”

The color drained from your face. Without pressure, the gash across your thigh billowed with blood, cascading down your silken skin like a freepour canvas. Their canvas. So beautiful, flowing over Taehyung's hands as he cupped them to gather what he could.

“She’s only just begun.” He whispered. Hands came up to cup your bare breasts, smearing the blood messily, painting you with your own essence.

Jimin doesn’t say a word. All he could do is cradle you in his arms and watch his partner indulge in your last moments of life. He pressed sweet kisses to your temple and whispered praise as your eyelids fluttered shut. You were like a porcelain doll as the color left your cheeks completely, and for a moment, he wished he could keep you that way forever.

Tae crawled over the sullied sheets and rested behind Jimin, looking fondly at his doll sleeping safe and sound. The best nights never go as planned. It’s more than either of them anticipated, but beautiful, like a sunset.

“Come here,” he said in a low tone, placing his hand on Jimin’s jaw and smearing it with your cold blood. Their metallic lips melded together in a finishing kiss. Gentle sighs and pecks in memory of their long lost love.

Their favorite, forever.

#fic: flesh #sombreboy #yandere jimin #yandere taehyung #taehyung smut #jimin smut #taehyung x female reader #jimin x female reader #vmin x reader #yandere bts #noncon smut #taehyung x yn #jimin x yn #dubcon smut #bts dubcon smut

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minniepetals · 4 years ago

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nap

❥⋆｡˚ anon said: Nap + Jellyfish!reader PLEASE DJAJZKAKZAJ - Jellyfish Pumpkin

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[ nap ] for a muse to fall asleep on another

genre: sea!au, sea witches!bts, jellyfish!reader

pairing: bts x reader

word count: 1.3k

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Seokjin sits on the cushioned bench of his private study room, his face grim and serious as he reads the scrolls before him, unbothered by anything else around him. He likes it this way, the peace and quiet with no one to disturb him since the past three hours in order to focus on his studies of black magic. He likes his alone time above anything else and prefers it this way rather than being bothered by people who like to take his time away.

Suddenly he feels a head fall right atop his shoulder and when that takes his attention away from his scrolls with furrowed brows, he freezes for a split second upon realizing it has indeed been way too quiet and the fact that no one has disturbed him for two hours straight was quite an odd thing.

All because the main reason why he can’t get much peace and quiet is fast asleep right beside him, unable to disturb him.

He chuckles softly to himself, remembering why you were in here with him in the first place. Seokjin had made you the only exception to remain by his side because he wanted to use your light in order to read his scrolls. He doesn’t like the light in his study room, feels it’s much too bright for his own comfort and prefers reading with a dim source of light. Due to the fact that you can control your own glow as a jellyfish, he asked you to stay with him.

He remembers the way your eyes had light up when he had asked you and gave you permission to walk into his study room. After all, Seokjin doesn’t often let people in his office so knowing you had been an exception made you so happy.

It’s quite amusing knowing the little things can please you so much but he smiles at the fact that that is so much like you.

Stirring a little, he watches at the way your hands seem to search for his arm, finding it almost immediately and happily inviting yourself to snuggle up against him while holding onto his left arm.

He softens at the sight as your face seems to relax at the action and goes on to take your body and pull you right into his arms so that you’re lying right on top of him. Satisfied with leaving you right there, he returns to reading his scrolls once again.

But not long before there is a knock at his door, disturbing his peace.

Seokjin’s face falls with displeasure but does not look away from his reading as he answers in a low voice. “Enter.”

The servant swims in with a hurry. “Master—”

He holds you closer to him upon your slight stirring at the sudden loud voice and hushes you softly before he gives the servant a death glare that instantly shuts him up. “Do not disturb the Queen.”

The servant is quick to lower himself on the floor and hang his head. “F-Forgive me, Master.”

Seokjin stares at him for a few seconds before he returns to his scrolls while mindlessly stroking your hair. “What do you want?” He demands.

“There is a disturbance at the border, master.”

“Have the other masters arrived yet?”

“Yes master, they call for you.”

He lets out an exasperated sigh before dismissing the servant. For a moment he just sits there, staring at the floor before him before looking down at your peaceful sleeping figure. He hates this, having to leave you. It would be a lot more efficient if you were awake for you to know where he would go but to leave you while you are asleep is another story.

You won’t like it when you wake up with no one by your side, he knows, but what other choice does he have? He doesn’t wish to wake you up now, you look way too peaceful and he doesn’t have the heart to do so.

So Seokjin picks you up with no effort and transports the two of you to your shared private chambers and settles you onto the bed.

Yet just as he is about to leave, your hand is clutching onto his sleeve, refusing to let him go.

He sighs and sits on the edge of the bed and leans in so that his face is just inches away from yours. “Be a good girl, will you?” He says in a gentle tone. “I’ll be back soon, you don’t have to worry so much, you clingy little jellyfish.” He gently pinches your nose and shakes it side to side, causing your face to reflectively scrunch up, making him chuckle lightly. “Sweet dreams, dear one,” he says and presses a soft kiss to your lips and the fingers that hold his sleeves before he has to force your them off in order to leave for his duties.

It was after a few hours later do they finally finish what they have to deal with and return to the sound of your voice resonating gently in the hall of their sanctuary.

“Have you seen them?” They hear you ask, already knowing there is a pout forming upon your lips as your voice is still a little croaky, probably from just waking up. You don’t like waking up alone and they’ve always spoiled you with the idea that you’d always wake up with someone by your side. “Was there an emergency somewhere? Surely they know not to leave me alone when I am sleeping and all of my guards are down. I mean they’re the ones always so protective of me in the first place so why—”

“Well then, we are very sorry for leaving you all alone, my love.”

At the very moment you hear Namjoon’s voice, your color lights up in an instant, matching the sparks in your eyes as your pout is replaced by a bright beam.

Oh how they adore that face.

“You’re back!” You’re quick to swim on over, greeting them with enthusiasm and arms wide open as you fall against Namjoon who catches you without effort. “I was getting worried because I couldn’t find any of you and the last thing I remember was dozing off while Seokjin was reading his scrolls.”

“An emergency was called,” the oldest one affirms your theory from just a few seconds before as he reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ear.

“You’re not hurt, are you?”

“Please,” Yoongi scoffs, “surely you don’t believe anyone can actually harm any of us that easily, right?”

“Just because you’re powerful creatures does not mean you cannot get hurt. I mean look at me,” you say, spreading your arms wide open as you spin yourself around as demonstration, “jellyfishes scare a lot of creatures away but I get hurt too, you know.”

“That’s because of your naivety and the desire to always make friends with everyone around you,” Taehyung states.

“What’s wrong with that?” You ask almost as a way to deflect his criticism, knowing how right he is but not wanting to admit it.

“You know exactly what’s wrong with it,” Jimin tells you with a pointed look and causing your lips to purse together because once again, they’re right. “But,” he goes on a little gentler this time with a hand reaching over to caress your head, “that part of you is one of the many reasons why we love you. Why we came to love you in the first place.”

“Your kind nature can be very harmful to your own self, letting yourself allow creatures that do not deserve you right into your heart. But to tell you to stop doing that wouldn’t be right. Instead,” Jungkook slides an arm around your waist and pulls you right against his chest with a squeeze to your hips, “we’ll be the ones to stop any of them before they can do anything to you. After all, not only are we protective but we are very possessive creatures as well.”

#wbm game #bts drabble #bts polyamory #bts poly #bts poly!au #poly bts #bts x reader #bts ot7 x reader

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years ago

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Carrots and Whiskers (JJK x Reader) 💜🔞🐾

🥕 Pairing: Rabbit!Jungkook x Wolf!Reader

🥕 Genre: Hybrid AU, fluff, smut because why not amirite-

🥕 Warnings: stereotyping, mild mentions of past bullying, fluff, oh god they’re so cute, Dom!Jungkook despite being technically food for Sub!Reader, Dirty talk, it’s sweet though he ain’t calling his baby a hoe don’t worry, unprotected sex because in this hybrid universe they’re unable to conceive due to their different species, please keep that in mind thank you, sweet sweet lovemaking, aftercare, buff boi JK, Big dick JK but what’s new I guess, yeah I’m done now

🥕 Summary: He’s the prey and she’s the predator. So why does she feel like the roles are reversed?

This is a oneshot! If you have any ideas for future content in this universe, feel free to send in asks or requests!

A reputation could easily define your entire life it it was bad enough.

Both sides knew this; Jeon Jungkook, being depicted as the cowardly prey hybrid he was, and Y/N, the bad bad wolf with always malicious intentions. However, none of these depictions were actually true.

Jeon Jungkook was an actually pretty rough and brave young man, never really backing down from a challenge, uncaring on who was in front of him. He got into trouble often as a kid, as a teenager, and now as a young adult.

Y/N was soft spoken, a caring yet quiet hybrid who liked to stay hidden, the spotlight being more of a fear than a goal for her. She loved the simple things in life, liked to be by herself or surrounded by people she trusted and loved.

And she also got a major crush on the bunny in her art and music class.

It was quite cliche really, yet it also wasn't- it was as if she was stuck in a bad joke, never to make it to the punchline. She knew for a fact that he probably didn't even knew who she was, and the worst part about it was that she couldn't even blame him. She loved to not be seen, after all.

"Uhm, excuse me?" Said the voice, forcefully hitting her as she looked up, her own eyes meeting the big brown orbs of-

wait.

"I eh, we're supposed to choose partners for this project, and I know for a fact that you can draw so eh, wanna be partners?" He asked, and she simply stared. Was he- talking to her? "I mean, Its okay if you don't want to-" He started, the squirrel hybrid girl behind him already perking up at her chance, making her swallow a bit.

"N-no, I uhm.. I'd like that." She squeezed out, voice quiet, but he thankfully still heard her. He smiled, brightly and so awfully cliche as his bunny-like teeth showed, sitting down next to her as he pulled out his sketches. "So uh, what did you have in mind.?" She quietly asked, and he talked away, as if he'd always known her.

"Well since we weren't given much other than the theme and colors, I made some small sketches. You know, I get Ideas that are pretty neat sometimes but then I forget them easily, so I have to draw or write them down right away, otherwise I'll wanna bite my own ass later on." He rambled on, gently moving the rough sketches towards her, his eyes watching her as she looked at them, carefully studying his lines.

"This- this one would fit, I think.." She mumbled, tapping on one of his more detailed drawings. He grinned again, nodding, seemingly in agreement. He attempted to say something as the bell rang, students around them both scrambling up to get out as soon as possible, either to catch a bus or to drive home on their bikes.

"Hey do you-" He stumbled, his foot catching on a stray chair as he almost fell. "Do you wanna meet up on the weekend? That way we can finish faster, you know, time to sleep in class." He said, and she simply nodded, until he held his hand out. Her head tilted to the side, ears flopping a bit as he chuckled, mumbling. "cute. Your phone, so I can give you my number?" He explained, and she blushed, stepping back a bit as she placed her bag down on the table next to her, pulling out her phone, charms on the device dangling, making him smile. She really was adorable. "Alright." He said as he took it after she'd opened the phone app, his fingers typing away, before he gave it back to her. "Do you take the bus home?" He asked, and she nodded. "Oh really? I thought the pink bike outside was yours actually." He chatted away as she walked next to him, now a bit shy.

"I actually.. well, I can't, you know, ride a bike, so.." She mumbled, and he laughed for a moment, until he went quiet, sensing that she was serious.

"I eh, I could you know, teach you, if you want?" He asked as he unlocked his own bike. "I mean, not now but like, this weekend?" He asked, and she looked a bit hesitant. "I mean, you don't have to. But I promise I won't let you get hurt." It seemed odd maybe, for a prey hybrid to say that to a predator, but for her, it seemed like the most cheesy and romantic thing she'd ever heard. So she smiled, and nodded. "I uhm.. I think your bus left-" He pointed out, making her ears droop as she watched the vehicle drive off without her. "I can bring you home. It's kind of my fault you missed it, after all." He said, scratching the back of his neck as he suddenly rumbled in his backpack, pulling out a zip hoodie, before folding it, and placing it on the bag of his bike. "My'lady." He offered, and she giggled, making his ears flinch in excitement.

She'd been unaware of him for long enough, and after a talk with his fellow friend Taehyung, he'd decided to finally act on his interest in her. Even though he did get some odd looks from his classmate Jimin, he didn't care about what she was- he cared more about who. Her drawings were always so detailed in a way that would show exactly what she'd though while creating each line, something he always found remarkable. She also had a talent for photography, a hobby he had for himself as well.

"Hold on tight okay?" He said, and she nodded, her arms moving around his waist, redness creeping onto her cheeks as she felt his toned body underneath his thin shirt and loose jean jacket. She held a bit tighter as he finally pushed the bike forward, paddling at a decent pace that made her hair flow a bit with the wind. She couldn't help but enjoy the moment; the way his smell calmed her, the scenery around her, and the fact that it seemed like everything was finally working out for her.

"I'm gonna let go now and you'll just-" He started, but she suddenly grew anxious, her wide eyes immediately finding his.

"no no don't let go I'm gonna fall-" She scrambled out, scared as he simply laughed, one hand on her back as he kept the other on the bike for now.

"I promised, didnt I?" He hummed into her ear, and she blushed at the gentle tone of his voice. He was everything she never thought a prey hybrid would be; he was cunning, brave, and confident in himself. He wasn't after attention at all, simply trying to live his life yet he pulled everyones gaze on himself wherever he went simply by nature. His ears seemed too soft to be legal in her opinion, black and white tuft of fur that was his tail seemingly completely out of place; the rest of his body was toned. It showed that he knew how to take care of himself, it underlined the way he held himself wherever he went.

He was the complete opposite of her it seemed.

She liked to hide in oversized clothing, hybrid features the only thing really giving away that she wasn't just a mouse in disguise.

To him however, it was an entirely different story.

She was so sweet, always trying to help, and always trying to not be a burden. She had so much talent, a unique way of seeing the world, and a gentle way of always looking out for others. It also didn't ease his crush on her that she was absolutely beautiful in his eyes; shorter in statue than him, surprisingly, but he was pretty tall for a rabbit hybrid, he had to admit. His mother had once told him about the different subspecies of wolves when she'd noticed his crush on the girl; her best friend having been a wolf hybrid as well when she'd still been in school. Apparently there were different subtypes for them; alphas, betas and omegas. He guessed that the girl on his bike was an omega, maybe, as it would explain all her characteristics.

"You're doing so great!" He said, bunny smile making her feel more confident as she noticed he only held her by her back; she was actually riding a bike. "See? You can do it!" He happily exclaimed as he helped her off, seat a bit high for her to get down herself. "Lets sit down there and exchange some sketches, yeah?" He offered, and she nodded with a smile, walking next to him as they both sat down on the grass, after Jungkook had put down a small blanket he'd taken with him. "Okay, hit me." He playfully shot her way, as she pulled out her sketchbook, simply sliding it towards him as he opened it, looking through the pages she'd opened for him. "Uah, these are great! I'd use a bit more color on these ones, but the rest is awesome!" He mumbled in thought as he proceeded to change the page, his eyes widening at a familiar pair of eyes, when two delicate hands held his wrist in place.

"Pl-Please uh, that's not for the project eh-" She stuttered, panic evident in her voice as her red face and tilted ears gave away her embarrassment. He simply stared for a moment, before his other hand simply loosened her grip on his wrist, freeing himself without much force. He slowly turned the page, revealing multiple rough sketches of..

Him.

It was him, not very detailed, but clearly visible. Small scenarios were drawn on the page, him staring out the open window of the classroom as he talked to friends, him at the sidelines of his basketball game as he'd taken a break, or him asleep on his desk during class. He studied the drawings, noticing how she'd not cared much about his clothing, or the background; even the desk or the window weren't really drawn very realistically, simply a fast sketch. What did stand out was.. well, his face. The way the sun reflected in his eyes, how his ears had been slightly damp from the slight rain outside, or the tiny things he would've never thought she'd notice about him, like the tiny beauty mark under his lower lip, the slight scar just above his cheek, or how the sides of his eyes crinkled when he laughed, nose scrunched up.

As he looked up she was looking down, hair hiding her eyes as her ears were flat against her skull, tail in her hands, which nervously fiddled with the fur. "I-" He started, before he began to open his own bag, ruffling around in it as his own ears lowered themselves while he tried to find something. "Hah!" He exclaimed in victory, hands sliding off the rubber band of his own folder which kept his messily organized sketches and finished works. He rummaged through them, before he started to lay some of them out in front of her, one by one. Slowly, her ears turned, attention on what he'd put down in front of her.

He always had a different way of drawing things, not really putting a lot of effort into the outlines or sketches themselves; but he had a way of coloring things, a unique style that made things feel almost alive. In every picture, he'd dedicated most of his effort to color the fur of her hybrid features almost perfectly- he also payed special attention to her postures in every picture. He never drew her eyes however- which she noticed. "I uhm.. I've never got the chance to see them up close, so I had a bit of trouble with them.." He explained. "I've noticed you pretty early when we shared our first classes together.. But I never really got around to talk to you. You and Namjoon-Hyung always seemed so close, I thought.." He revealed, scratching behind his own ear as he suddenly felt a bit bashful.

"You.. I mean, Joonie is a good friend but we uh.." She started, voice a bit low as she laughed a bit.

"I know, I know, he told me-" Jungkook answered, now chuckling. "Thats why I immediately took my chance when they'd announced the group project." He said. "It gave me a chance to you know, get to know you better. Get closer, you know?" He explained, and she nodded. "So uh.." He mumbled, before he smiled at her hopefully. "Wanna uh- get cake together today? Like a date?" He asked, and she nodded, making him suddenly jump up as he fist bumped the air, making a passerby elderly couple laugh. "Yes!"

"Carrot cake?" She asked, an almost teasing smile on her lips as he looked at her.

"What? Don't judge puppy!" He said, making her scoff scandalized.

"Hey, I'm a wolf, not a dog!" She explained as she stirred her milkshake with her pink straw before grabbing the spoon from her small metal plate.

"And I'm a rabbit, not a bunny. So guess we're even." He said, before his smile faded a bit, eyes stuck to the spoonful of whipped cream which made its way inside her mouth, tongue darting out to lick her lips clean before she noticed his gaze. He snapped out of it, suddenly the one growing a bit shy. "You uh.. wait, lemme just-" He mumbled, hand moving to wipe the corner of her mouth as he licked his finger clean himself, making her eyes widen before she mumbled a 'thanks' under her breath. He grinned.

"So uh-" He asked, pushing down his small cake fork to pick up a piece of cake, holding it out towards her. "open up?" He asked, and she hesitated a bit, before leaning forward a bit, lips parting. He placed the piece into her mouth, watching as she closed her lips, accepting his offering of food before she nodded her head approvingly. "See? Don't judge before you try!" He exclaimed, and she giggled at that.

He was right.

"I'm absolutely beat." He suddenly exclaimed, falling down onto the mattress laying on the ground in the corner of the new, unfurnished bedroom. The wolf hybrid sat down next to his sprawled out form, gently moving his blonde tipped hair away from his eyes. He'd dyed it months ago, his roots more than visible at this point, yet he'd simply decided to let it grow. "Come here~!" He playfully demanded, hands reaching out for her as he pulled her down with him, happily humming when she was laying on his chest. "Can you believe we're actually gonna live together from now on?" He asked, and she shook her head, moving around a bit so she straddled him, sat on his thighs as he suddenly watches her with hooded eyes, hands on her hips as his thumbs move in circles over the skin underneath her sweater- his sweater. "Hm.. I mean.." He offered, suddenly moving to sit up, changing position as she's now underneath him, his hair tickling her face slightly when he begins to kiss against her pulse. "I was about to ask if we should at least put up the bedframe, but having a mattress on the floor.." He started, hands wandering underneath the clothing of his she wore as he continued in a low voice. "..means I can't break the bed this time." He said, and she giggled at that, remembering the time their time together had been roughly interrupted by the weak frame of his old bed breaking. "Oh, my puppy thinks that's funny?" He wonders, making her grin as he kissed her deeply.

Moments like these made her almost forget the stereotypes she'd grown up with during her live- since Jungkook was nothing like the typically depicted rabbit hybrids. Because right now the roles seemed completely reversed, as he mouthed at her neck, feeling her pulse race as he continued to map out her body with just his hands, no need to watch where they were, able to seemingly paint a picture of her by touch at this point. Clothes suddenly seemed to tight, itchy, as if bitten by a mosquito. She whined as he chuckled darkly, helping her out of his sweater as he immediately grabbed her breasts, kneading them before he continued to undress her, making quick work of her shorts as he pulled down her underwear as well- her already glistening center clinging to the damp fabric of her underwear as she squirmed, making him humm in appreciation. He pulled his own shirt over his head as well, revealing his body to her as the sun outside painted glowing stripes onto it, the blinds drawing patterns on her skin as well. He finally freed himself from the confines of his own underwear as well, standing proud and ready as she became restless.

"Hm, puppy wants to be filled up yeah?" He asked with a teasing undertone, proudly making use of the privilege to be able to call her that- since she hated it when others did it. It was the same the other way around however; typically, being called a 'bunny' was an absolute insult to him, but for some reason it seemed like a cute nickname coming from her. Maybe he was just whipped. Or maybe she was just privileged as well.

He entered her slowly as he sighed alongside her, not wasting any time as he fell into rhythm, hips thrusting forwards as her hands reached for his, intertwining their fingers as he felt his soul warm up at the gesture. He felt so loved, so cherished, it made him fear for his heart, as he swore it stopped every time he was close to her like this. He felt complete, like he'd found his soulmate, his other half- it didn't matter to him what she was. Sure, his parents were a bit dissapointed since they couldn't have kids naturally because of this, but they both could always adopt in the future. Thinking about it made his heart swell as he thought about her, caring for their kids, making this small apartment into a family home one day. Maybe it was instinct, but he'd already been driven nuts by the way she'd helped him choose furniture and wallpaper for the small living space they'd be sharing; the simple fact that she wanted to make their apartment into a home feeding his inner instincts to build a home to keep her safe in.

He felt her legs shake a bit as he shifted a bit, making her whine as he suddenly picked up his pace, sweat already slowly beginning to coat his skin as he didn't seem to notice how the sound of skin against skin still echoed in the almost empty room since it lacked furniture- but it didn't matter for now anyways. They'd both fill it with things and memories of the both of them, and he couldn't wait for it. He huffed a bit as he moved, leaning down a bit to rest his forehead against her neck as she bared it for him, a natural instinct of hers to submit to him even if he was of another species with no need of such gestures. He'd adapted to it however, gently biting the skin as he felt her shiver underneath him, a sign that she was getting close. "Hm my baby wanna cum?" He asked, gently beginning to tease her as she nodded, eyes closed in bliss. "You want a knot huh?" He asked, and she shook her head no, as he chuckled. He'd felt a bit insecure the first few times around as he knew how things worked for canine hybrids, worried that he maybe couldn't give her what she wanted or needed, yet she'd always reassured him. Now it was more like a teasing thing for him, and a way to tickle a praise out of her- a way of reminding himself that she loved him just as much as she did her. "No? You don't?" She shook her head again, her fingers holding his hands tighter. "What do you want then, huh?" He asked with a grin as she whined.

"You- you, only want ngh.. only need Kookie-!" She pressed out, and he hummed approvingly, his thrusts beginning to grow sloppy as he neared his end.

"That's right, only me, only mine, yeah?" He asked, and she nodded, suddenly opening mouth as her head buried itself into the mattress below her, clenching around him as he groaned out, burying himself deep inside her as he spilled. "Thats it, take it like a puppy- good girl!" He praised, making her whine as he leaned his body down, kissing her neck, her throat, and then her lips as they both calmed down from their highs, breathing slowly growing more and more even as he moved a bit to grab a box as he slid it towards him, rummaging through it before he took out a roll of kitchen towels, grabbing a few as he slipped out of her, carefully catching his release and her own juices as to not make a mess. He had a gentle smile on his face as he carefully cleaned her up before he stood, walking towards another box where he pulled out a large pillow and a few blankets, instincts taking over as he began to cover her now rapidly cooling body in soft fabrics before cuddling up next to her, pulling another blanket over his own form as he made sure his partner was comfortable. She slipped out of her makeshift blanket burrito to invite him in, making him grin his signature bunny smile as he held her close, skin on skin as he closed his eyes, the only light in the room the streetlamps outside.

This already felt like home.

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syubub · 4 years ago

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How to Comfort Them

Woop woop! A disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes only and not to be taken as fact! This is my interpretation of the cards!

Hell yeah. How do they receive comfort best when they need it? I took this specifically as them having a shitty day or week or something along those lines

Seokjin

Lol

Let him wallow

You comfort Seokjin by affirming his right to feel his feelings and let him deal with it on his own time

He can be a bit dramatic but its short lived

Why does this feel like a roast?

Its not I promise

Seokjin just needs to feel and let it go. He doesn't hold on the things for long but trying to force him to talk anything out is a big no thanks

I think being alone really comforts him most but if he's close to someone I think he'd be down to be alone together

He feels comfort by people staying by his side. He might be the type to have a really shitty day and just wants to sit on the couch and watch TV and not talk about it

When he does want to talk about it though, its best to give him honest advice even if it brutally honest

Jinnie has no time for bullshit and he doesn't want sugar coated shit. If he wants an opinion he'll ask for it and be very aware of what he's asking for.

Another way to comfort Jin is possibly distraction. Again its not an always answer but fun nonsense can help him shake off the blues for sure!

Maybe give him a blanket and and some jellies

I also think he'd really not like anyone seeing him cry?

I think if you stumbled upon a crying Jin that needs comfort the best thing you could do is ask if he needs anything and let him know that you're there?

Also maybe if this is like sad sad sad and he's crying in the bathroom or something it might be helpful to sit on the other side of the door and talk to him if he wants to? and get him water?

Idk I think jin can be pretty guarded especially like this so this would probably never happen

Its more likely that he'll flop down on his bed or couch and just hang out

Yoongi

Oki yoobi

Hold his fucking hand

I'm kidding (kinda)

For yoongi, I think he's similar to Jin in that he doesn't want to be told that everything is sunshine and rainbows and he also doesn't want to be treated like a child

For yoobi I think that he'd feel comforted by talking about what/why he feels like shit

Its like he wants to know that he isn't alone but he also doesn't like to seek out comfort bc he doesn't think he's worth it

He'd probably feel a lot of comfort laying in a dark room with calming repetitive sounds

Smack a pair of noise canceling headphones on him with nothing playing

I think that a great way to comfort yoongi if he was having a bad day is by softly showing support and letting him know that he's being thought of?

Things like letters and stuff are really good

I also think distracting him from bad habits that he used to comfort himself is a v good idea

You see him nomming down his nails to tiny nubs? Offer him something to hold (or slap his hand if you're feeling sassy)

But really though comfort for yoongi is something he'd want to be subtle and ever-present so he can access it when its needed most and he'd definitely want to seek out on his own.

I was thinking too, like if he had a panic attack or anxiety attack DO NOT TOUCH HIM I feel strongly about this. Let him seek out physical comfort and 1,000% ask if he wants to be touched

He just seems skittish in this way and I think that he'd respond a lot better if he gets to seek physical comfort out on his own

You hear that people that will meet Yoongi?

BUT if yoongi was really really close with his s.o I could see him searching and asking for cuddles. Two kinds. Smol curled up yoongi would want to be curled around (kinda like nigiri) if things are pretty bad and serious or him laying in between his s.os legs with his head on their stomach specifically so he can have his hair played with.

Hoseok

Show up for him

Remind him that he is loved and sweet and perfect

Definitely ignite his passions again

Take him dancing

Watch a movie that reminds him of a good memory

You'll have to kinda sus out what exactly is bothering him though

Maybe buy him something sweet like a teddy bear or dinner or take him somewhere

Just don't let him wallow. He needs time to process and stuff but getting him up and out of his funk is great!

Take him to an arcade or even just out for a long drive

I think hobi is the type to need stimulation in a thoughtful way so you'd have to assess the situation and see what's appropriate

Bc hobi might also just want to chill

I think he'd also be really big on physical comfort

Hugs

Cuddles

Sharing a bed

Massage even

Yes I'm gonna say it

(18+) he'd enjoy a nice frick frack or a boot knocking if you will

Maybe run him a nice bath and wine and dine him tbh

Namjoon

Comfort joonie by letting him know that he doesn't have to know everything or have a solution for it

I think kinda taking over his role of inspiring speech giver would help him bc he has so much wisdom and advice but can also have a blind spot when it comes to himself

Let him not be logical

Let him impulse buy 43 new plants all named after the kind of plant they are

I think a nice bear hug and some wise words will be comforting to him

Also the words "you're doing a great job, you got this" and "It's okay to feel this way. Let yourself feel what you feel"

Home boi wouldn't mind if, say, he had a shitty day and you bought him an orchid and named it Orca

Really though I think a gentle reminder that he is human and some basic grounding would really help.

I think too with a significant other I could 100% see him finding immense comfort in feeling the other persons heartbeat? Like if he was in bad shape and his s.o needed to calm him down they could just grab his hand and put it over their heart? Cute shit.

I think rubbing comforting circles on his back when in the proper situation.

Also forehead-pressing?

Jimin

Chim chim gets comfort by love in every form

By him a gift

Give him words of affirmation

Cuddles

Make him food so he doesn't have to

Just be there for him

Write him letters

Really though. Affection of any kind is often welcomed from him

He'd also feel especially comforted if he didn't have to do anything? Like if you could take away responsibility from him for a little that would be awesome

Jimin is a very love/affection forward guy and I think that he'd really really really enjoy a nice top of the head smooch

Sometimes he'd just want to be hugged while he cries

Or sometimes he needs genuine advice and help working through what bothers him

Jimin is a mixed bag and I think its situational but he'd definitely be down for a good ole hug

Maybe too if you suggest things to him. Maybe advice or maybe ways to cheer him up!

Taehyung

This is also very much how Tae comforts army

Cheer him on

Let him know that you love him and that even if things are shit that you're there for him

He'd respond very well to comforting actions and words

I think he needs to cry and feel and do what he does but he feels most comforted when he's reminded that he means something to someone

Positivity and passion go a long way for comforting him

I think if you can also remind him of something that he's done for you, something positive that he's done in you're life that might help him feel a little better

If you can relate to him without making it about you

I think also recognizing his good qualities when he can't

Definitely put him in the sunshine

Give him a nice bevy and sit him in the sunshine

Playing a card game or a board game? Idk why

take him to get waffles at 2am or something new and out of the ordinary

Mostly though snuggles and hugs do the trick.

He's a very feely human and I think having something solid is helpful

ESPECIALLY for his s.o

if Taes future/current s.o is reading... you probably get held a lot. For a long time. Homie is like a little cephalopod

I think he'd also enjoy a nice comfort nap

Jungkook

Oki oki oki

Love him

But not too much

When he's down he tends to have clouded vision

Its like he can't see infront of him and can't see anything that he's done and he feels like he's never accomplished anything ever

He feels loss of control

That's no good

A good way to help that is to help him find clarity

Help him to see the light at the end of the tunnel

He also probably has nighmares/can't sleep when things get really bad so either something like buying him a new sleepy tea or being there for him when he can't sleep

Help sooth his anxiety

He needs that

I definitely think he gets frustrated with himself easily and if you can help him not take it out on himself or turn it inwards then that's really good

He'd benefit from a movie night and a fort

He'd probably be the type to benefit from a talk about what's bothering him but only sitting side by side so you aren't looking into his eyes

Maybe even like on the swings at a park or something

I just think opening up for him is hard so meeting him where he's comfortable is good

That could be texting back and forth even if you're in the same room or on the swings or over street food

I think he'd like it if he had a weighted blanket

Quiet comfort is good for him so he has something grounding him

Maybe if things are not great take him to a rage room or to go kick boxing.

Some semi productive way to channel his energy

Drive him out of the city to go scream into the æther

Idk but being with him while giving him space is good

I think with a s.o he'd maybe seek physical comfort but idk

Maybe

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hwari-ssi · 4 years ago

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Floraison | 4

genre: fantasy/soulmate au

warnings: it kinda gets angsty, smut (in the future)

word count: 3.6k

pairings: ot7 x reader

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A/N: omg omg aaaaa sorry for taking so long!! honestly, it wasn’t easy writing this one because of my insomnia. i just wrote whatever came to mind, so i hope you’ll understand (you can roast me) D: oh, and there’s a surprise at the end!! lol i hope y’all won’t hate it

Jeongguk really did end up sleeping beside you after all. He couldn't bear the thought of leaving you alone. He held your small frame against his lean body, your quiet breaths subtly tickling his neck like a feather.

He'd been awake for some time now, but didn't want to go outside yet. Not when you were fluffy and warm, all curled up tightly next to him. He glanced at your sleeping face, lips parted slightly and breathing softly.

It made a lot of sense why the three of them already felt so attached to you. How your senses calmed within seconds when Namjoon touched the crown of your head earlier. You were their mate. Once a soul finds their other half, it was impossible not to be away from them.

That's what he felt for the others, and now, you. He was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of the bedroom door creaking slowly, a disheveled Taehyung peering in, still very much half asleep.

"Is our princess here?" The older asked, rubbing at his eyes which were red from fatigue. Jeongguk motioned for him to join in, wanting to stay until they had to leave the room for breakfast. The former ambled over to the bed, not hesitating to reach over and wrap his arms around you. Your scent hit him like a ton of bricks. Celestial and flowery—such a pleasant aroma.

The sudden movements brought you out of sleep, and you opened your eyes to see another stranger. Shaggy brown hair, strong eyebrows, sharp jaw, and what an adorable boxy smile he has.

"Hello, darling." His husky voice made you shiver, and the action wasn't missed by the two. Your cheeks flushed with pink, reddening even more when Taehyung brought his face closer. He held eye contact, but you couldn't do it so you turned to the other side, where Jeongguk happily opened his arms for you, caging you in when you scooted forward.

"Gguk?" His heart does a little flip at the nickname you gave him and smiles at the sight of the blush adorning your cheeks, realizing albeit too late at how you were practically attached to his hip. Had anyone else been that close, you would have felt your space was being invaded, but in this case, the faint smell of his cologne and his close proximity increased your pulse rate. Your arms were still around the boy, clinging to him like a koala, and you awkwardly clear your throat.

"Hey, no fair," Taehyung pressed his face into your hair and smiled when he heard you giggling. The three of you settled into a comfortable silence, Tae's breathing was fanning over neck, while the other's fingers danced on the small of your back, massaging the skin every now and then.

Their actions combined turned you putty in their grasp. You nuzzled your face into Jeongguk's neck, almost purring while you gave him the attention he'd been wanting to get from you all morning.

The men had smiles plastered on their faces as you continued to lavish his neck with affection. You may not know exactly what you were doing, but they did, and it made their hearts soar in happiness. You were claiming them, as your soulmates, and you were unaware of that. The feeling it gave brought you peace. At that moment, you understood each other perfectly. This is what you've always longed for. Tranquility. The stirrings of revolutionary ardour. A sort of freedom, if you will.

A gentle knock from the doorway brought the three of you from your daze."Breakfast is ready," Jin smiles at you lovingly. Taehyung almost wanted to protest, but he wouldn't want to keep you from eating. and so he forced himself up, pulled you with him and laughed at Jeongguk who was trying to fix his unkempt state.

The elder came over and took your hand, leading you out the room and down the stairs, into the dining hall. Everyone was already gathered around the table that was filled with scrumptious-looking food.

That's when the others took notice of your presence. You were indeed beautiful, just like how Jeongguk described you. Your gray eyes were what stood out to them the most. A tell-tale sign that you are one of the stars from above. Deep as the ocean, deep enough to fall in and drown, the windows to your soul were. With a simple glance, she could calm a torrid sea of heart ache. Longingly they looked at her, with the warmth of a hearth during Winter's Eve, deep in the forest wherein lovers would share the fire. Perfectly wonderful and endlessly enticing them, every blink a kiss to their soul. They almost melted at the sight.

"Jimin and Hoseok went a little overboard this time," Jin says with a chuckle. He led you to an empty chair that was next to Yoongi. He sent you a smirk, picking at your messy ponytail. "Fucking cute." You smiled shyly as he laughed softly at your reaction. Jimin took the seat alongside you and started placing food on your plate. You thanked him, and he gave you a pat on the head in response.

"These taste amazing," you said, as you happily munched on your baked cinnamon donuts. The cooking duo didn't know they were holding their breaths until they heard your affirmation. They tried not to be obvious with their staring, but both of them wanted to see how you would react to their cuisine, making a mental note to make these again for you whenever.

You took a slug of your drink, all the while glancing at the sea of new people. To your right was Yoongi, features akin to origami. Sharp edges and angles. Cute button nose, and lips carved like a doll's. For an adorable face, he has such an intimidating glare. You turned to Jimin next, whose jawline was pronounced, lips full and pillowy, and has straight eyebrows. He regarded you with warmness, like a mother would tend to their child. and Lastly, Hoseok—the boy was sunshine personified. The brightness in his eyes reminded you of home. A heart-shaped mouth with a beauty mark placed just between the cupid's bow and vermillion border. He also has dimples like Namjoon's.

"So, darling, how did you meet the youngest of our bunch?" Taehyung asks, rousing you from your reverie. You were now aware that all of them were staring at you curiously, and it made you want to bury yourself inside a hole. You tried not to let the memories resurface, but his face flashed in your mind, making you drop your utensils. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Thank you for the hospitality, it was well received, but I should go."

"Sweet one—"

"No!" Your sudden outburst surprised them. "I should leave.. I don't want to cause you any trouble.." the stare shared between everyone went unnoticed by you. Jin carefully made his way towards your chair and knelt so he was eye-level with you. Your head was pointing on the floor, eyes downcast, and he took that as a sign you were feeling dejected. He tilted your chin up, only to see tears gathering in your eyes, making Tae feel bad.

"It's okay, little one. We won't hurt you. You can be honest with us." He spoke, sincerity filling your ears. You tried to tell if he was lying, but the way he was looking at you told you otherwise. Yoongi's hand smoothed your hair down, the motion quickly lulling you into a sense of security. You gathered your courage and responded in a meek voice, "I had a previous master, and it took me so long to realize he was treating me badly.."

The word master made bile rise in each of the men's throats. They can only imagine what horrors you went through. Stars, like you, are a kind of rare breed that is gifted by the star goddess. You harness multiple powers, one of which being pyrokinesis, the ability to command and emit fire at will. However, your inability to get a handle on your newfound gifts inevitably results in tragedy. When you turned a certain age, you emitted a burst of fire so immense that it destroyed a city block, killing your entire family and everyone else in the vicinity, having no other choice but to leave your home planet, Stellaris. That's when you turned to Asteria, asking the goddess for a new life and change of scenery. She was hesitant to send you somewhere far away, so she settled for earth, where your soulmates were. Except, you ended up in the wrong hands.

A hybrid smuggler, perhaps? breeds like you cost more than an arm and a leg. Maybe the power you possessed is what drew him in. He manipulated you, used you to fight against dangerous paranormal phenomena. You knew you had to get away—you weren't even supposed to meet him. The bastard took you against your will, threatening to send you back if you didn't listen. You lost the battle because of your naivety.

"Does anyone want dessert?" Jeongguk spoke up, trying to keep everyone's mood from lowering as they learned about your life history. "We won't give you back to him, Y/N," The elder states, eyes boring into yours with determination. You wanted to speak, but the words got caught in your throat. "You needn't worry, lovely. We will do no such thing." Jimin reached for your hand and held it to his chest. Still unable to find your voice, you settled with a small nod, making the boys smile from ear to ear.

"Here," Yoongi nudges your shoulder in a gentle manner as he positioned his fork close to your mouth. It had a piece of steak and nicely cut asparagus on it. "You need protein in order to stay strong, our pretty kitten." he says, almost stuttering as the pet name escapes his tongue without realizing it, it's glossed over though.

You blushed, eyes turning into half-moons as your lips curved upward. "Thank you, yoonie." He'd get so soft after hearing you call him with a sweet endearment. Yoongi's gummy smile was showing, and you couldn't help the butterflies flittering inside your tummy after seeing him smile adorably. The man was usually pretty good at hiding his feelings but, somehow, he was horrible at doing that right now because you were currently in his radar.

"Alright. Since we're finished with dinner, why don't we clear the table?" Jin declared, while everyone lifted themselves from their seats. Taehyung piled most of the dirty dishes, placing them in the sink. You helped collect the cups and followed suit, watching Hoseok as he turned the faucet on with a sponge in hand. "Can I help?" You tugged on his sweater, your shy demeanor made him want to coo at you.

"Of course, little one. You can dry the dishes and Jeonggukie will put them away," The younger's ears perked at the mention of his name, reaching for a towel that was hanging on one of the kitchen cabinets and handed it you, caressing your cheek with his free hand in the process. The others observed the scene, tenderness painting their expressions. It seemed more evident that you fit in perfectly with every passing moment. You belonged here, with them.

"I'll be in my office. Got some digging to do," The elder mouthed at Yoongi, almost having trouble catching the words because he was deep in thought. Chances are, that son-of-a-bastard owner must be looking for you, but there was no way in hell they were going to give you back to him. Not if you didn't want to go willingly. The idea saddened him, because seeing how the younger ones had already taken such a liking to you, it made him feel protective.

"Would you like to watch a movie with us, Y/N-ie?" Jimin came up behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder as you dried the last bowl. Jeongguk takes the plate from your hands and presses a kiss to your temple.

"A movie? I've only ever seen one film though.." Hoseok beckons you over to him and holds out his hand. You let him guide you through the hallways, leading you back up the stairs and into a bathroom. Your eyes widened as you noticed it was huge and prettily decorated, you dare say it might even be bigger than your master's headquarters. He disappears for a hot minute to get something before stepping in, holding a pair of new sleepwear for you to use. You took the soft material from him, and smiled in thanks.

You eye at his arms, one pulling a rectangular, sheer-white cloth made of linen out of a cabinet, the other, a crystal bottle. he leans over the bathtub, turning the tap on and let water fill the tub before pouring the liquid. The sweet smell invaded your senses, automatically putting you in a good mood.

"You're all set. I put the clothes on the counter. We'll be waiting—" He turned his back to you, wanting to leave you to yourself but you cut him off when a whine left your lips. Immediately, he was by your side again, asking you what he possibly did wrong.

"Can't you stay, hobi? I don't want to be left alone.." You felt safe with him. His heart swells with pride. Although the idea of being with you in the same room, having nothing to cover your body made his heart race and face flush. He mentally slapped himself for thinking such vulgar thoughts. Now is not the time, you idiot, the voice in his head kept him in check, and he was grateful.

"I can help you wash your hair," He offered, high-fiving himself for not stuttering. "I'll wait outside. Just call for me, princess. okay?" You hummed in reply. You rid yourself of your dress, letting the fabric pool around your feet and stepped into the bathtub, submerging your body in the water and letting the warmth seep through your aching muscles, releasing all the tension.

You scrubbed at every part, making sure to remove the hidden grime found on your skin. Soon enough, your entire body was clean. Your natural glow was back. You reminded yourself to thank him later for making the water all sudsy because bubbles are always fun to play with."Hobi, I'm ready!" You folded your knees up to your chest just in time as Hoseok walks inside, not forgetting to shut the door behind him.

He sat at the edge of the tub, ready to lather your hair with shampoo when he sees the lines scattered across your back. The atmosphere turned gray. He stopped on his tracks. His gaze darkened. Of course he had to mask it—he didn't want to make you feel sad again, so he takes a deep breath, and decides to inform the others about this matter later. Your well-being was his first priority at present.

Silence fills the room as he massages the product on your beautiful locks. You didn't forget to thank him, mumbling as you relaxed at his touch. He looked at your small form sorrowfully, kept himself from asking for fear of you possibly running away. He only hopes that the time you'll open up to them will come in the twinkling of an eye.

"Everything's going to be fine now, sweetheart. We won't bring you back," you carefully maneuvered your body to his front, the water swishing around the tub at your movement. Your collarbones were showing, complexion looking a bit smooth, reminding him of rose-tinged ivory. You're looking better now, the pink in your cheeks much more visible compared to earlier.

"I can stay?" You bit your lower lip, shoulders shrinking. You wanted to stay here forever, but there was a strong likelihood they would change their minds. Because who would want someone broken? Someone like you?

"We all want you to stay, Y/N. Even if it means forever." Hoseok promises, running his forefinger along your jawline, tilting your head up so you were gazing into his dark orbs, slowly pulling you in like a vortex. "There's seven of us, baby doll. No matter what happens, We'll keep you safe." Why were these people so willing to help? It made you want to breakdown and cry, but you willed yourself not to."Okay, hobi." He smiled, kissing your forehead sweetly.

He pulled himself from the bathtub, the smile never leaving his face as he moved out of the room. You smiled in return as he shut the door, stretching your body in the water once more and stood, reaching for the towel, wrapping it around yourself. After getting dressed in the clothes your hobi got for you, you folded the dress and bundled it up in your arms before leaving the bathroom.

"I'll put those in the wash," Jin says as he ran into you, taking the clothes and continued his walk down the hall. You watch him disappear into another room further ahead and made your way to the living room. Upon entering, you found most of them gathered on the couch or seated on the floor, blankets covering their lower bodies.

You were glued to your spot, not quite sure where to sit. A few seconds later, The elder reappears and quietly takes your hand in his, leading you to an empty space beside Jeongguk and sat on the couch, ushering you to sit on the floor right in front of him, solving your little dilemma. You leaned back against his legs and he starts running his hands through your hair, smoothing out any tangled strands. To say you were content would be an understatement; you felt so at home. so peaceful. so cared for.

"Everyone ready?" Taehyung asks, a chorus of agreements resonating throughout the room. The boys settled into comfortable positions, while Jin's hands stayed on your locks, his nails subtly scratching your scalp. An hour later, the credits were finally rolling. Jin looked over to see both you and Jeongguk peacefully snoring, head resting on his shoulder as your quiet breaths lulled him into a deep slumber.

"We should move them, Jin. They'll wake with sore necks if we leave them be," Namjoon says, rising from his seat, gesturing at the others to clean up before lifting you from the ground. He makes his way into their shared bedroom, where four of the elders in the group sleep. He situates you on Yoongi's bed, placing an extra pillow under your head so you won't be uncomfortable whilst in dreamland.

"Sleep well, princess. You are safe here, with us." He caresses your cheek affectionately. "If he does find you, we won't let him take you."

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"He what?" Yoongi slams his fists on the table, anger flashing over his features. He couldn't understand. He did not want to understand either. How heartless would a human have to be to actually inflict injuries upon such precious beings like you? Just across from him was where Namjoon and Jin were seated, the former tonguing at his cheek as he tried to control his raging emotions. He was fuming. On the other hand, Jin and the rest remained dead silent. The atmosphere thickens with visible tension, each of the men taken aback by the information as Hoseok relayed it.

"Shouldn't we report this to the peacemakers?" Jeongguk turns to his elders, eyes pleading for justice. But the younger knew they possibly couldn't let this matter fall into their hands. The uproar it would cause would surely put different worlds to engage in a war. Everyone knew not to mess with Asteria's children. Because to hurt them, would mean facing one's immediate death.

"We can't, young one." Jin reaches for the younger's hand, looking a little crestfallen. "Besides, I heard the bastard got beaten to a pulp by his own shields because they simply couldn't let him step over them anymore," The elder says bitterly.

"Serves that fucker right," Yoongi scoffs, smirking triumphantly. The man must be trying to escape from the consequences of his actions, he thinks to himself, leaning back against his chair, one leg crossing over the other. At least you can live a peaceful life now, without having to worry about anything or anyone else but yourself. That's what mattered to them the most.

The soft padding of your feet down the stairs alerted the men that you have risen, your soft sobs reaching their ears as you were getting nearer. Namjoon didn't hesitate to meet you halfway, scooping you up into his arms and hugged you for the longest time. “Did you have a bad dream, sweetheart?” He wipes your tears away with his thumb, all the while placing lots of kisses on your forehead, nose, and temples.

He walks back to the dining room, refusing to place you back down on the floor, your face buried into his neck because you were too shy to face the others. Tears continue to fall from your eyes. You’re scared, the nightmares made you terrified. “Hey, it’s okay, baby girl,” Yoongi saunters over to your side and holds your face, brushing the tears on your cheeks and gives you another set of kisses on your eyelids, the rest joining in to surround you with worried looks. “It’s okay. We’re right here, princess. You’re alright. You have us. You're okay."

You cried on Namjoon's chest, sobs turning into sniffles after a period of time. You eventually fell back asleep, with them giving you all of their soft reassurances, and Namjoon's hand stroking your hair gently. You looked so vulnerable and so lovely that it made him want to shun you from the world. Oh, what a dangerous world earth was.

But the thing is, you didn’t know you were lucky to have seven, powerful gods disguised as humans, as your soulmates.

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BUNNY TROUBLE | 06

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07

― pairing: jeongguk x reader

― genre: mostly fluff, softness, jungkook dancing lol, disgusting romance!! bunny!jeongguk, (kind of) hybrid!jeongguk, magical wishes, taehyung!best friend, tae being kinda a bitch, swearing, crack/humor lol i tried, more swearing, a tiny bit of subtle angst and SMUT; fat cock!jungkook, handjob, blowjob, subby!koo, whining, whimpers, dry humping, virgin!jungkook

― word count: 4k

― summery: a quick decision to save a hurt bunny on the side of the road might not seem like a big deal to many people. y/n doesn’t think much of it either and decides to take care of the little male rabbit but what she doesn’t expect is when he one night turns into a human and hell breaks loose…

― a/n: I made a playlist for this series!!

― OFFICIAL PLAYLIST

posted on: April 13, 2020 don’t post/copy my work without my permission ©

You could feel your phone falling out of your hand as Taehyung’s words echoed in your head. The sun rays hitting your face didn’t feel so warm anymore and it was almost like a cold stream washed over you as you sat there, frozen.

It really was like a wave with emotions hit you and as you looked over at the sweetest boy snoring beside you, you felt your heart break a little. He looked so peaceful with his eyes closed, his long lashes hitting his soft skin as his chest heaved up and down. You wondered quietly how it will feel in a few weeks when your bed will be cold and empty without him...

Bird’s song outside the window made him stir in his sleep and yawn as he slowly opened his puffy eyes. As soon as he saw you a heartwarming smile broke out on his face and for a few seconds everything in the world was meaningless except this.

“Goo’ morning,” he mumbled, his hair a total mess around his head as he reached for you. He embraced your hips as he tried to drag you down with him. You shrieky laugh escaped your throat in surprise as you landed on his chest, he rubbed his nose against your cheek before kissing it. “Mhmm, my noona,” he mumbled while pecking your soft skin.

His raspy voice and lovey-dovey actions made you flush, "my googie," you mumbled back, "did you sleep well, sweetheart?"

He seemed to keen at the pet name and arch his back as you let your finger run through his silky locks. He hummed and buried his face between your shoulder and throat and before you could react he had already begun sucking on the sensitive area.

A soft gasp fell from your lips by the feeling of his mouth on your neck and his warm body pressed against yours. You hadn’t really had the time to think through what happened yesterday, everything from kissing Jeongguk to him fingering you in one of the bathrooms in the club. You almost thought you had ruined your relationship but by the way his lips moved against your skin you calmed down a bit

Eventually, he pulled away, his big hand cupping your cheek as he stared into your eyes. His were sparkling with warmness and something you couldn't pinpoint as he leaned in, his hot breath tickling your lips before he closed the remaining distance between the two of you. His kiss was nothing like your first, this time it was soft and slow almost like he didn’t want it to end. With your eyes closed you began moving your lips against his with just as much gentleness, feeling his heart against yours.

All your worries and thoughts about future heartbreaks disappeared with him. It was like magic, the way he just captured you and everything felt good again. His soft lips and steady hands as he let them roam down your back and hips, making you break out in a sheepish big smile. Jeongguk only mirrored you and soon your stuipd grins had broken the kiss as you just smiled at one other. A laugh escaping you.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, almost for himself, while brushing his long fingers through your hair. Petting your head as the stars in his eyes gleamed at you, “really, why are you so bewitching, noona?”

You felt your cheeks heat up, “Bewitching?” you repeated, a humorous grin playing on your new-kissed lips, “Where can you possibly have learned that word, guk?”

“Ehm, on a k-drama?” he said, the tips of his ears turning a shade darker.

You snorted softly before framing his face in your hands, cupping his rounded cheeks and following his lip line with the tip of your thumb, “But you’re wrong, cause’ there’s only one bewitching person in this room and it’s you Jeongguk. The most gorgeous man I’ve ever met.”

Silence emerged between you two and slowly Jeongguk’s blinding smile faded away. “Man?” he repeated your word in a whisper, “D-did you just call me a man?”

“Yeah, I did...” you said suddenly afraid you might have offended him but before you could apologize his whole face lit up and he turned you over making you laugh.

He giggled as he kissed you again, his hips planting themself between your legs letting you feel the very obvious morning boner he had working for himself. As he kept biting and sucking your lips you could almost swear his were made just for you. So sweet and soft and while you let your finger tracing the scar down his naked back he started grinding against you.

He moaned quietly as you locked your legs around his hips forcing his hard cock to get friction against your clothed core. His sweaty back muscles tensed under your hands and the warmness steaming off his most intimate part.

“Ah, please…” he whimpered and thrusted against you, his eagerness very apparent, “touch meee…”

His words went directly down to your cunt, making you clench around nothing and feel how your panties started to get damped. You kissed his neck, the place under his earlobe and he yelped as his dick twitched in excitement. Almost on command your fingers wandered down his chest to his crotch, palming the bulge over his pyjama pants feeling how thick and long he really was. Your eyes bulged out in surprise, you knew he was big but not this huge.

“Oh, what a big cock my baby boy has,” you purred right in his ear and he cried out in shock as you slipped your hand inside his boxers. Fingers wrapping around his girthy length as you pulled his underwear down, leaving his cock to stand proudly against his stomach showing off all the mouth-watering veins and precum leaking from the angry tip. “Pretty,” you whispered before and began stroking it up and down in a faster pace than what he was used to.

His whole body almost went slack at the intense pleasure from your hand but before he could crush you, you turned him around still with your fingers pinching the tip of his cock making him choke on air.

“I-it f-feels so go-ood,” he whined while pounding up in your cupped hand, his hefty balls jerking as he neared his end. “Ah, don’t stop!” he closed his eyes and spread his legs wider for you to use his cock however you’d like.

“Yeah, it feels just as good as when you were grinding against me in your sleep? Huh?” you sneered, tightening your grip around him causing a loud whine escaping his sinful lips. “Yeah, I know what a dirty boy you are, gukkie, I was awake.” And like the knowledge of you knowing what he did in his sleep made him even more desperate to cum now.

“I’m s-sorry, noona,” he cried as you jerked him off, the wet sound of your hand’s fast movements filling the room, “I-i couldn’t help it!”

“It’s okay, baby,” you cooed, tugging on his hair forcing his neck to be exposed, he gasped. And like you had expected was it full hickeys from the night before, gleaming with a thin layer of sweat. “Just be a good boy and cum when I let you,” you smirked and it was like you couldn’t control yourself from licking it all the way down to his abs, feeling the soft skin over the hard muscles. You kept sucking while bringing your tongue out to taste his salty skin until you face to face with his thick cock. You licked a fat strip from the base to the tip, cupping his tight balls in your other hand as you started sucking on the head, tasting the sweet taste of his precum.

“AHH!” he actually squealed as you sucked in your cheeks and began bobbing your head up and down his shaft. You knew this was his first blowjob but you couldn’t help yourself from being a little mean. Instead of letting him trust up in your throat you laid all your weight on his thick thighs so he couldn’t move. “I’m cumming noona…” he breathed, his face scrunched up in pleasing pain and you lifted your head up to smile.

“Then cum.”

He threw back his head against the pillow, a piercing cry leaving him as he let himself reach his orgasm. You kept stroking the rest of his leght you couldn’t fit in your mouth as the heavy shoots of cum began to fill you, and you were quick to swallow it all, milking him to the last drop. It was a lot, Jeongguk cum never seemed to stop painting the inside of your cheeks white but eventually it did.

Slowly, you removed your lips from his sensitive cock, his whimpers toning out while you wiped your mouth. “You okay?” you asked as you returned by his side, caressing his long bangs away from his eyes.

“Yeah,” he breathed, a small smile creeping on his lips while he unhurriedly opened his eyes. “Thank you.”

You giggled before kissing him again, taking his face between your hands and letting yourself feel the love he was radiating.

“Noona…” he eventually mumbled, his voice sounding a little uncertain, while pulling away, “W-what are we now?”

His chest was still heaving up and down from his climax and his face flushed with bashfulness.

“You mean like in our relationship?” you whispered, not breaking your intimate eye-contact. Jeongguk nodded, nervously biting his lip but you wouldn’t allow that, “It is whatever you want us to be,” you simply said and gave him another soft kiss making him smile. “You decide.”

At last you had taken Jeongguk to an amusement park and to say he was happy would not be enough to describe his excitement. It was the sound of Jeongguk’s joyful laughter that woke you up from your daze. Even though you tried not to think about it— Taehyung words from your fight or his text had been filling your mind the last few days. Even when you were with Jeongguk, you couldn't fully appreciate him as you didn’t know how many days left you had with him. So taking him to the carnival that he’s been talking about for weeks was just a little thing you could do.

Jeongguk had just finished one of the bigger rides of the park, his messy hair and his flushed cheeks making it obvious for anyone to figure out. And by the sight of his happy state, you couldn’t keep yourself from smiling.

“How was it?” you asked as you handed him his cotton candy.

You two had already ridden that roller coaster earlier but as the overexcited soul he was— he had wanted to go for another ride and then another until you told him to do it alone, otherwise you might actually had spilled your guts out.

“It was soo fun!” he grinned and sat down beside you on the bench, his nose crinkling so adorably as he took a bite of the sweetness off cloud in his hand. And his Bambi-eyes lit up at the sugar taste, “wow,” he whispered in awe.

You scoffed at his cuteness, it really was like taking a child to the festivals for the first time. Jeongguk’s liveliness made your heart ache, how could someone so pure and kind have to go back to being a bunny in the end of this month? Jeongguk kept chewing on his cotton candy and even offered you some but you gently denied, you had eaten it before.

“Oh, noona, can’t we also do that?!” he asked and pointed toward a couple that was taking cute selfies with each other. “Taking pictures, I mean?” he added as he saw them kissing each other making him ashamedly look away.

You snorted softly before taking your phone out. “Sure,” you laughed as he quickly wiped the sugar away from the corners of his mouth. As you raised your phone higher in the air to fit both of you in the frame Jeongguk leaned in and you started taking pictures. One was with you two just doing silly faces, another with you smiling and the last few with you kissing his cheek and him smiling shyly.

You smiled at the selfies of you and him on your phone.

The hour before the amusement park closed it supposed would be a performance there. You and Jeongguk had decided to not watch it as Jeongguk had noticed the subtle sadness that painted your face when he wasn’t looking. He was worried but before he could ask you why the loud bass of a song a few meters away from you two made you both stop in your tracks. Even though you were near the exit you looked over to the stage where a large group of boys were dancing to the song “Rainism” by Rain and Jeongguk apparently recognized it as well.

“Oh, I know this!” he exclaimed and before he knew it, you had dragged him toward the show.

Jeongguk had spend a lot of his time these months watching and practicing k-pop dances in front of your TV so when this opportunity came you wouldn’t let him miss it. Jeongguk started dancing and moving with the beat, surprisingly confident about the dance moves of the official dance. These type of performances were mostly famous for inviting random people up to dance with them so it wasn’t that shocking when Jeongguk was dragged up.

He obviously loved it, by judging of his smile and laugh as he just fitted perfectly in with the other professional dancers. At the end of the dance Jeongguk hurried to run to you, lifting you up in a hug so affected by his excitement.

“Noona, did you see that?!” he yelled over all the loud noises and spun you around.

“Of course, you were so good!” you blurted out and hugged him back.

“Hey, excuse me!” a guy, with silver colored hair, in your age said beside you. Jeongguk gently let you go and turned to the new guy. “You were amazing man, are you a dancer?”

Jeongguk, a little taken back that a stranger was taking to him, shook his head. “Eh, no I just do it for fun…”

“Well, damn,” the guy laughed, “I’m Park Jimin by the way,” he said and reached for a card in his pocket. “And I work for an agency that’s looking for new back up dancers, give us a call if you’re interested!”

You three talk a little more before parting, Jimin really being sure to praise Jeongguk for his sharp and precise moves before saying goodbye. On the train ride home Jeongguk couldn’t stop smiling and holding your hand, it was like the sun rays were shining on him even though it was dark.

“Thank you for taking me there,” he eventually mumbled, his nose rubbing lovingly against your temple before kissing it. “I really enjoyed today with you noona.”

“Yeah, me too.” You laughed. “That guy, Jimin, even recognizes your talent for dancing. How do you feel about that?”

“It was perfect.” He whispered and he was right. Too perfect.

“Wait, he invited you into his apartment?!” you gasped as Mina quickly hushed you with a finger against your lips.

“God, when you say it like that it makes it sound like something totally different!” she mumbled and closed the cap of the copier. Her blonde hair was tied in a loose bun on her head making the rosy blush on her cheeks, she always had when she thought about her neighbor, even more obvious, “He just felt bad that I was locked out of my apartment. Nothing happened, we just talked.”

“Uh-huh,” you smirked and wiggled your eyebrows, “Talked about what?”

“Well, if you must know, we chatted about our professions and apparently, he’s a doctor—,”

“Ohh, what kind of doctor?” you asked but before she could answer a loud cry made you both turn around.

A girl, one of your many co-workers you hadn’t had the time to get to know, ran the fastest she could in her heels down the long hallway. Not only was tears streaming down her face as she tightly held her blouse together but her hair and makeup were ruined.

You and Mina quickly exchanged looks, you clearly more surprised than what she was.

“What was—?”

Mina just sighed as she collected the newly copied documents for the next meeting. “Lee Howon-nim’s second secretary for the mouth,” she began explaining and you followed her suit as she started walking back toward the room where the meeting was gonna take place. “You know he’s that type of boss who hires young girls to use and then later fires them when he’s done with them.”

You furrowed your brows in disgust, not only was he an asshole but also a shameless pervert who abused his power for sexual pleasure in his workspace? You shuddered.

“And, God, I wonder if he also did that when he had a wife, wouldn’t surprise me,” Mina kept going as she handed you half of the stack of the papers to place out.

“How have you even managed to work for him for so long?” you asked and she just shrugged.

You two finished up getting the room ready but unexpectedly your phone rang. Normally, you would be surprised as not many people called you that often, only your parents or Taehyung, but as you had taught Jeongguk how to use your landline phone a few days ago you couldn’t help but smile as you saw the contact name.

“Hi, googie,” you greeted him with a little too sweet voice for Mina not to notice.

“Noona!” you heard on the other side of the line, “I miss you!”

“You just saw me this morning,” you laughed and bit your lip, clenching your thighs together as flashbacks from this morning filled your head. He whined at that, his tone revealing how much he hated when you teased him. “Plus, I told you not to call me until my lunch break.”

“I’m s-sorry, but my reason for calling is important!” he exclaimed, “You forgot your lunchbox at home!”

That had actually happened before but then you would go down to the mall and buy something but now when Jeongguk officially was okay with going outside in public places and you missed him— you had an idea.

“Oh, did I?” you mumbled and scratched the back of your head as a small smile was tugging on the corner of your mouth, “Then maybe you could come here and eat with me and bring my lunch with you?”

“Can I, really?” he asked and you could almost hear how much he was smiling into the phone. You hummed as a reply making him giggle excitingly, “Okay, noona! I’ll be there in about an hour, bye!”

You snorted, amused, as you hung up and put your phone away. Those butterflies in your stomach were back as you shyly brushed a strand of hair behind your ear trying real hard to get into working mode again. But the sound of Mina clearing her throat made you look up.

“Googie?” Mina repeated the sappy nickname, forcing your already flushed cheeks to grow even hotter, “What did he want?”

“He said that he’ll just bring my lunch box here, apparently I forgot it.”

Mina smiled, “You know, you and your boyfriend are really cute.”

“Thanks,” you said in a small voice, and this time you didn't have to feel bad about her words, Because this time it was kinda true.

Jeongguk was thrilled as he neared the building where you worked. He didn’t really have time the last time he was here to admire how wide the etrence was or how clean the big glass windows in the lobby were. But the one thing he remembered and still did; was that damn dog.

The same freaking dog that scared the living out of him the first day he turned human. The dog was sitting outside with a leash attached to a pillar, showing off the brand new spike collar around its neck. But surprisingly, Jeongguk didn’t run away when the wolflike creature sneered and growled at the people walking by. The dog now loudly barking, reminding him of pictures of excruciating pain in his back and blood, so much blood and cold, freezing cold- making him shiver. No, he shook his head, he wasn’t a small bunny anymore but a man.

With his head high, Jeongguk strolled past the aggressive dog and headed for the elevator with your lunch in his bag. He was smiling so big and when someone else also entered the elevator and met his eyes they probably thought he was crazy. Which was true. He was a maniac for you, only having fond memories of you and your beauty.

As the elevator door dinged he walked out, the warmness inside of him only expanded as he laid his eyes on your form. You were typing something on your computer, with that adorable scowl between your brows, as you focused on whatever task you were dealing with and like you were expecting him you looked up and found his gaze on you. Just as he was about to wave, a familiar stone faced man dressed in a suit walked past him making Jeongguk freeze up.

Even though it was just for a few seconds, Jeongguk had seen enough to recognize the guy’s face— he could point out that face in a dark room and still know who that was. Like a shower of cold water hit him, Jeongguk turned around on the spot, lips formed into a straight line as he stared at the back of the man’s head as he headed for the elevator.

Scenes of his worst nightmares flashed before his eyes, it was him as a rabbit— living a peaceful life but that man hurt the only one that gave Jeongguk food and eventually made that kind soul flee, leaving Jeongguk alone with that monster. He was the same man who let his beast to dog use a bunny as a toy and just laugh at it. The man who was now smirking as he talks with someone over the phone, his big nose and small crooked eyes the same as the day Jeongguk last saw him.

His last owner.

On the other side of the room, you had noticed Jeongguk’s obvious distraction and before you could reach him, he started running as the door to the elevators closed . Running toward the staircase and without any hesitation you dropped whatever you were doing and followed him.

“Jeongguk!” you yelled as you bolted down the many steps of the stairs. “Wait! Where you going?!”

But he didn’t answer because his focus was only directed on reaching the ground level where he knew the elevator with the man would stop. So he ran, his longer legs carrying him quicker down than yours as you tried to keep up.

Eventually, after a lot of rushing and sweat, you both reached the lobby— Jeongguk a few meters in front of you as he kept running to catch up with Lee Howon, all the way to the parking lot.

“Jeongguk, wait!” you called with your breath uneven, “What are you—,”

Jeongguk barely turned around, eyes black with termination as he still stared at the man who was not leaning against his expensive car, “That man. Who’s he?”

“Lee Howon-nim? He’s my boss, why—,” you began but he didn’t stay to hear the rest as he began running again. And you couldn’t do anything but watch while he grabbed your boss by the collar and smashed his clenched fist the hardest he could in Lee Howon’s face.

Oh, fuck, how would this end?

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goldensugarywaffles · 3 years ago

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Curiosity Killed the Cat

Summary:

You run a crime syndicate, an empire, a kingdom of chaos, and nothing can stop you. Not even Korea's most elite special task force that is specifically designed to take you down. Yet there is something different about these men, something you just can't figure out. But didn't they say curiosity killed the cat?

Notes:

Inspired by @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue

This work is heavily inspired by one of my favorite writers, and they were a massive inspiration to writing this story. I know it's short, but this is just a prologue, and it is my first time writing fanfiction of any sort, so please be gentle with me. Also, please check out the author's original story here!

Warnings: Mentions of murder, mentions of drug and weapons dealing, future possessive themes, future mentions of stalking, unhealthy and dangerous behavior, organized crime, blood/gore, etc.

Please feel free to let me know if I missed a warning, and I will fix it asap.

You can also read it on ao3 here.

Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoesok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook. Seoul’s finest police force. A special task force dedicated to taking out some of the largest crime syndicates in the country. Yet here they were hiding in the shadows of your conference room like common criminals. You weren’t stupid, and neither were they. Or so you thought. To think they could infiltrate the largest mafia in the country without you noticing is beyond stupid. You should kill them right now and move on.

But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t intrigued. Such high-rank police officers don’t usually do the dirty work that any low-level officer could do. Not to mention they are taking their sweet time with the infiltration. It’s been months, and they haven’t made a single move. Not being one to waste time, you decided to help them out and speed up the process of your inevitable arrest. You had even become more flamboyant with your crimes and were messy, leaving behind obvious evidence for them to find. After all, the sooner they arrest you, the sooner you could either escape jail or legally wiggle out of trouble and get back to work as you usually do. Yet nothing happened—all that time messing around only to end up disappointed with this new development. You were still here, free as a bird with the entire city in the palm of your hand. Only now, you had seven little pests following you everywhere.

You shifted in your seat and adjusted your glasses as you felt seven pairs of eyes follow the movement. Tilting your head, you directed your attention back to a low-rank soldier who was currently trying to babble his way out of trouble. However, he wouldn’t be in trouble if it wasn’t for his incompetence. “W-well despite the loss, we can r-recover. If you give me more time, I-I’ll fix this mess.” Scoffing, you sat up straighter and fixed your gaze directly on the soldier. You don’t remember his name, nor do you care. “More time? You’ve managed to waste my time, money, and patience all while losing an important shipment and alerting the police of our activities,” you stand up and immediately feel the shift in the room. Your powerful aura intimidates everyone around you, even the seven who think you don’t notice them.

Walking towards the soldier, you mull over what to do with him. You could let him off with a warning, but you feel that would be too kind. Maybe you could severely punish him, but that seems to leave room for resentment, and he could always take revenge. You should kill him. After all, no need to worry about a dead man, and this certainly wasn’t his first mistake. Gripping his face and digging your nails into his skin, an excellent idea pops into your head. “RM I need a favor,” you practically purred the fake name the commander had given himself. Namjoon, or RM as he calls himself, immediately sits up looking shocked that you noticed his existence but managed to regain his composure quickly. Tightening your grip on the soldier’s face, you pull him towards you and make him face Namjoon while you give Seoul’s favorite commander your best pouty face.

“Kill him for me,” you can barely contain the glee at knowing you’ve trapped the commander in a rock and a hard place while simultaneously getting rid of the pathetic man whimpering in your grip. But what you didn’t expect was the smirk that appeared on Namjoon’s face and his following words, “Of course, how should I do it?”

Suddenly this situation may be much more interesting than you initially thought.

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ohpretty-baby · 4 years ago

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why didn’t i come across your acc sooner? 😭😭 i really love your drabbles 😭😭😭💖 if the drabble game thingy is still open i’d like to request F2L JK + 18, 22, 34, 42, 44 please thank u 😭💖

f2l! + high school!kook + 18. “people are staring…” + 22. “just relax, ok? i’ll wash your hair for you.”+ 34. “are you sure she’ll like this?” / she’ll love it!” + 42. “why else would i have done this? just out of my free will?” + 44. “what are we?”

hi i’m slowly coming back ! sort of 😀

anyways i hope you enjoy this! this was kind of a mess but yknow anything to get back into the groove of writing

*drabble requests closed!*

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“are you sure she’ll like this?” jungkook frowns, staring at himself in the mirror.

“what do you mean?” jimin looks at him with wide eyes and forced smile. it’s obvious that he’s trying not to laugh, “s-she’ll love it!”

“...really?”

“yes, obviously!” jimin is able to keep his cool now. he turns away to shout to the closed bathroom stall door with feet poking out under it, “right, tae? y/n will love this?”

taehyung opens the door, and once his eyes lay on jungkook, he bursts out into a rage of laughter.

with that reaction, jungkook is about to punch the poor boy, but jimin stops him from doing so. instead, jimin lightly shoves taehyung back into the bathroom stall and shuts the door, leaving taehyung to have his fit by himself.

“jungkook, i promise,” jimin now beams at him with genuine encouragement, putting his hands over jungkook’s ears so he can’t hear taehyung’s laughter, “she’ll love it. you look great!”

“this is so fucking embarassing.”

“the things you do for love,” his friend sighs dreamily.

“stop.”

“okay, okay- don’t hit me please! i was just kidding, i swear,” jimin chuckles sheepishly. he waits for jungkook to finally calm down, “but… have you practiced yet?”

“yeah. i have.”

“what are you gonna say? let me hear it please!”

“do i have to?”

“yes!”

“...fine.”

“yay!”

“okay,” jungkook clears his throat, “i’m gonna go up to her, and say…”

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“y/n,” he says through gritted teeth, “i-it would make me…”

he wants to spit it out, but the overwhelming stares from his classmates are not helping him one bit. you can tell, so you try your best to keep his attention on you.

“it would make you… what?” you ask, with a gentle, patient smile on your face. jungkook looks at you and he immediately feels some of his anger soothed.

“it would make me,” he starts again, “beary happy… if you, um. went to prom. with me.”

you blink at him for a second when he suddenly thrusts a teddy bear at you. you grab it and hold it close to you, admiring how cute it is. the ears and the paws are red while its body is white. it’s adorable. you hold it up and look at jungkook.

“oh my god.”

“what?”

“y-you match the…” you murmur as you look back from the bear to jungkook’s hair. there’s an identical shade of red on the edges of his hair until it fades into his regular brown color, “the bear.”

“yeah,” you see his face turn ten shades darker, “tae said it would be a good idea.”

you stare at jungkook and you notice the pink blush that’s applied in the shape up the heart on each of his cheek (must’ve been taehyung’s work). then you notice the whiskers and the nose shakily drawn on with eyeliner (probably jimin that time).

he looks adorable.

and very angry.

“a-are you gonna say yes, or not?” jungkook barks at you unintentionally, making you jump a little. he immediately calms down once he sees your reaction, “people are staring…”

“oh, um, yes!” you laugh, a little nervous, “i would be beary happy if i went to prom with you too!”

jungkook blocks out all the snickers and the whispers from the other kids. sure, it was weird to jungkook, out of all people, pretend to be a cute bear to ask you out to prom, but once he saw you smiling at him so warmly, he felt like it was worth it.

well, until he noticed people taking pictures.

“let’s go have pizza at my house!” you quickly suggest, as you can see the steam blowing out of his ears, “to celebrate!”

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“god, that was awful!” his voice echoes on your bathroom walls, and jungkook crawls into a ball in your bathtub.

“aw it wasn’t so bad,” you respond calmly, running your hands through his hair. there’s some water soaking down into his shirt and his pants, but jungkook doesn’t care. it’s strange to be sitting in an empty bathtub while your best friend (who coincidentally, is your crush) tries her best to wash the red hair chalk out of your hair, but jungkook is a little more preoccupied with other, slightly more “embarrassing” things.

“but-“

“just relax, ok?” you scold him, “let me wash your hair for you.”

“no, you don’t understand, y/n,” he groans, “that was terrible.”

“i thought it was really sweet…”

“i hope you did! because i did that for you!” jungkook sounds more indignant than endearing, “why else do you think would i have done this? you think i’d do this out my own free will?!”

“j-jungkook-”

“and i’d only do this for you because i just… i like you so much it’s irritating,” he takes a deep, exasperated sigh, “and you’re just, you just laugh at me like you always do. it just- it always makes me wonder: what even are we, y/n?”

“jungkook, wait-”

“god, i sound like an idiot…. asking you stuff like that. i should’ve just texted you but of course tae and jimin-”

“jungkook,” you pinch his cheek, “slow down a second.”

“ow! what-”

“you like me?”

“yes. and what about it?”

you’re frozen, some of the red hair chalk dyeing your skin.

“i like you too.”

“what?”

“i like you. i have ever since we’ve met.”

there’s a brief silence before jungkook shifts to face you. all of the wrath from before has seemed to dissipate from him. now he’s staring at you with wide eyes. slightly shocked, but a soft underlayer of happiness. it’s apparent that he is still in disbelief, as he thinks it’s too good to be true.

jungkook grabs your hands gently, ignoring how damp they are from the water and ignoring how some strands of his hair are unflatteringly stuck to his forehead.

“so…” he murmurs, “what are we gonna do about that?”

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lilallama · 4 years ago

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Cooking Club

What is the Cooking Club?

The Cooking Club is a club for students at Bulsajo High, who are just a little too obsessed with their fellow student Y/n.

!!IMPORTANT!! Before you try to sign up, be aware that the members will not accept any new members. This is not a real club, it only works as a way to protect Y/n without having to spend time outside of school together. Also, don't eat any cookies they give out, trust me.

Club Positions

Leader: Jung Hoseok

Sub- Manager: Kim Seokjin

Secretary: Min Yoongi

Security Manager: Jeon Jeongguk

Mission Planner: Park Jimin

Event Planner: Kim Taehyung

Financial Manager: Kim Namjoon

Members

Jung Hoseok

Due to his privileged situation as Y/ns best friend, he earned the position of the Leader as well as founder of the Cooking Club.

He used to be part of the schools Swimming Club, untill he encountered Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon. Their mutual obsession and longing for Y/n has brought them together, despite the burning resentment they feel towards each other.

Jung Hoseok might seem friendly and sweet but don't test his patience. His fellow schoolmates couldn't possibly picture such a ray of sunshine to be so deadly and cruel.

His preferred way of elimination is drowning.

Kim Seokjin

As Co- founder and sub- Manager of the infamous Cooking Club he simultaneously serves as Hoseoks right hand man.

His first encounter with the ethral Y/n was in his first year of Highschool. Seokjin, as foolish and clueless as he used to be, ran into the Y/n by accident. The moment he heard their voice apologise, despite not having any fault, he knew that they were meant to be by his side. They would rule over all these monotone and lacking characters, as the Royalty they both are.

Seokjin is popular due to his charisma and good looks, his twisted fantasies still hidden behind soft smiles and broad shoulders. His arrogance is hard to top, the only person worthy of his is the Y/n.

His favourite way of killing is poisoning.

Min Yoongi

While Manager sounds like a flattering title, the position truly is not. Club Slave or "Pet" as Seokjin likes to call him, would be more fitting. As the least liked and respected member in the club, Yoongi ends up doing the dirty work such as cleaning up after everyone, running errands or refilling their drinks, ingredients etc.

He met Y/n while they stood up to some kids that used to bully him, back in middle school. To this day, Yoongi still can't believe the Y/n actually stood up for useless, pitiful him! It's beyond his understanding, how kind they are.

After being forced into the club, he quit the Music club, only to suffer in the hands of those barbarians.

He prefers to avoid killing, as he knows Y/n would frown upon it.

Jeon Jeongguk

The youngest outcast of the club prides himself by his reputation as the schools delinquent. He got scouted by Kim Namjoon for his "all brawns, no brain energy". While he did take offence to that, he decided it'd be worth it for Y/n. His job as Security Manager means he's responsible for not only Y/ns safety but also the members, much to his disliking.

Behind the backs of all members and everyone around, he keeps a secret that's sacred to him. He was Y/ns childhood best friend, untill they one day were taken from him by her parents, which he still holds a grudge against. Apparently he was "bad influence" and "weirdly obsessed", they just didn't understand. No one understands, except for Y/n.

Jeongguk's received as creepy, unsettling and brutal by his peers. The young boy really only cares for Y/ns safety, nothing else.

His killing style changes depending on his mood and the situation, but his favourite is torture that can last up to multiple days.

Park Jimin

Jimin refused to join the club as "Y/n wouldn't want to date some creep who's part of a club dedicated to harassing them". But eventually, with a bit of convincing and him hanging upside down over a chainsaw, he finally agreed to join. Mission Planner is, according to him, a tedious job. His Y/n wouldn't want to date someone who plans their friends deaths. He plans out any murders they're planning on committing.

Y/n is in one of his classes, exactly one meter and five milliliters infront of him. As soon as he saw their angelic being, he fell for them. It was as if a hundred Cupid Arrows shot his heart at the same time. Only his Y/n could have that effect on him.

Taehyung is the only one he views as a friend, and that only because they grew up together. According to many others he is very popular, but if you'd ask him, he couldn't tell you. His eyes are kept on his Y/n. He despises Kim Seokjin and Min Yoongi over anything.

His favourite way of killing is having Jeongguk do it for him.

Kim Taehyung

As an artistic and gentle soul, he is perfect for Event Planning. He plans their schedule and activities that they do during school hours. Jimin and him were scouted at the same time. But unlike Jimin, Taehyung immediately agreed to join.

As past member of the Art club, his true passion lays within the realms of art. His dream is to one day be able to draw Y/n with their permission, for now he has to work with sketching their unbelievably gorgeous sleeping figure, from outside the window in their tree. Taehyung is a dreamer, and the source of all his day dreams is godly Y/n.

He met Y/n in art class. Poor Taehyung was feeling uninspired, everything was too dull or too tacky. The people around him complemented his poor attempt of a sunset. Couldn't they see how horrible it was? The way the dark blue and pink mixed looked fake and cheap. They clearly didn't have an eye for art, but Y/n, they knew. "Orange would've looked better, I think.." said as if you weren't aware of voicing such valuable insight. They even acted as if they didn't meant to say it, just to not hurt his feelings.

His preferred way of killing is slicing his victims open.

Kim Namjoon

The Financial Manager, the golden donkey for the members. His job isn't only to serve as financial support and sponsor of the club, but also to watch that the others don't waste anything. He is a mutual of Jung Hoseok and Kim Seokjin, although neither of them are worth anything to him.

He met Y/n while searching for a teacher. They were stating behind in an empty classroom, long after school hours. When he caught them, they were tushing and trying to find an explanation for why they're still there. Yet he could only focus on their perfection. His heart was beating unlike ever before, he just knew. He just knew that they weren't human, they were the closest thing to perfection on earth. No amound of riches could pay the price they had to him from that moment on.

As the student council president he is known to be cold and unyielding. His authority is respected by everyone in school, no one dares to look at him the wrong way. If only they knew hiw he turned to a soft puppy under Y/ns gracious gaze.

Killing is beneath him, he hires people for that.

#yandere bts #cooking club

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pinkyhim · 4 years ago

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Moonlight Tears (m)

Hybrid Tiger!Taehyung x Reader

Warnings - Smut, Tiny Angst, Fluff, Swearing, Oral (f receiving), No protection ( wrap it up people ), Y/N is a virgin, kind of pwp, this is total shit btw, Taehyung is so adorable in this it makes me uwu

Author’s Note - I decided to take a little break from Saved to make this short story hope you guys like it <3 literally took me a day to write this lmao (also this is my first smut ><)

Summary - Y/N always played by the rules, but what happens when one day she finds a mystery man inside her home?

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You internally sighed at the thought of moving out of my cozy one-bedroom apartment, but the bills were just too high. You stared at the beige colored walls as you ran your fingers through your hair, the soft sound of rainfall calming me to an extent, Sadly your thoughts were ruined by the sound of pounding on my door, you groaned as you sat up rubbing your eyes, you could hear soft thuds of your feet hitting the hardwood floor as you wandered over to the dark oakwood door before opening it only to be met with the face of your drenched best friend.

"Jungkook?" You asked as Jungkook lead himself into your small abode, "Sorry, Y/N I just needed some shelter from the rain," Jungkook spoke as he tugged his shoes off, the cold rainwater was dripping off of him. On a normal day, you would of happily let him in no questions asked, but today you were in a sour mood, your landlord just raised the apartment bill due to "maintenance problems" or something along the lines of that.

Deciding not to be rude for the sake of friendship you offered him some tea as you grabbed a towel, "It's raining pretty hard isn't it?" you said as you placed the cup of tea down and handed him the towel, "Yeah.." Jungkook spoke as he put the towel around his neck, normally things wouldn't have been as awkward as it was, but only a couple weeks ago you foolishly decided to declare your feeling for him only to be rejected, after that Jungkook started distancing himself from you, you couldn't blame him, it was your own fault for believing that you might actually have had a chance with someone like him.

Both of you sat there in excruciating silence until Jungkook spoke again in a hushed voice "I'm dating Mina now," He said as your eyes widened "W-What?" you asked, uncertain if you really wanted to hear the answer, Jungkook waited for a moment before repeating himself

"I'm dating Mina,"

Jungkook honestly wasn't sure how he expected you to react but he was surprised when you smiled and said "That's great! I'm happy for you two," Jungkook was relieved when he heard that but at the same time confused, before Jungkook could ponder on the thought any longer you spoke "It looks like the rain died down, You should hurry before it gets any worse," Jungkook nodded as he threw on his leather jacket that you oh so loved, before giving you a small "Thank you," And hurrying out, When you heard the door shut you completely broke down. You didn't know why, but you felt as if your heart was shattered into a million pieces and you wished for somebody to fix it, for somebody to hold you and say that everything would be alright.

The next day you woke up with a pounding headache and bloodshot eyes, you dreaded going to classes but you forced yourself to put on some decent looking clothes. When you stepped inside the lecture hall your eyes landed on Jungkook and Mina sitting in the front, holding hands and all. You tore your eyes away from the sight as you dragged your feet to the far back corner hoping that you could sleep without your professor knowing.

The classes were a drag as usual and right after your last class, you hurried on home to catch a nice nap before your usual shift at the cafe, snuggling yourself into the warm covers you fell into a deep sleep.

You were woken up by the sound of your alarm telling you that you needed to head off to work, shoving on your shoes you walked over to the small cafe that you worked at, tugging on your uniform you hoped that today would be an easy day, Sadly your prayers weren't answered as all the customers seemed extremely picky today, having sent back five drinks. You sighed as you stared at the clock hoping that it would just hit the number 12 so you could leave. Thankfully this time you lucked out as your coworker came in an hour early.

When you arrived back at your apartment you were met with the sight of a naked man standing in your hallway,

"Holy Shit!" You swore bringing your hands up to cover your view as the man stared at you curiously, head tilting as you grabbed your phone ready to dial the police, the man didn't seem to like that as he grabbed your phone before smashing it onto the ground, Your eyes went as wide as dinner plates as you stared at the man, he was tall, golden skin, if the circumstances were different you might have said that he was handsome, something caught your eye, two fluffy ears poking on the top of his head, they were a beautiful orange with charcoal black stripes, your mouth gaped as you saw the tail that calmly swished behind him,

"Y/N" He spoke his voice was deep and smooth, "H-How do you know my name?!" You asked panicked as the man rolled his eyes "It's on your name tag" He spoke, as you calmed a little bit, He started to take multiple steps toward you as you backed away before hitting the door with a soft thud, The man had you cornered as he took a deep breath inhaling your scent before sticking his head in the crook of your neck inhaling deeply, You gasped at the sudden contact but you were frozen in place, "Mate," He whined deeply before you pushed him away to which he grumbled, "W-Who are you?" you asked as you stared into his soft brown eyes that seemed to hold the entire universe, "My name is Taehyung" He spoke calmly, his eyes raking over you as if you were his prey, "Why a-are you here?" You asked, your eyes falling to his naked body before blushing red like a tomato and looking away, Taehyung smirked at your reaction before speaking "You called for me Y/N," He said, his statement confusing you, "What?" You asked him as he let out a huff at your confusion, "Last night, you called for me to come." He said, "B-But I never called you," You spoke, "I could smell you," He growled before continuing "I could smell your need for me, little mate," He snarled, you were confused at all the information that was hitting you, There was an extremely handsome guy who was standing naked in your hallway, He had a tail and an extra pair of ears, and to top it all off he claimed that you were his mate or something, You were not sure what to do, half of you wanted to call the police and the other half wanted something else, something you couldn't put your finger on.

Then you figured it out, you wanted him. Even if you had just met him you trusted him with your whole life, it felt like you had known him forever. As if he could sense your arousal brewing up he stepped towards you again before placing his lips onto yours, your eyes went wide at the sudden action, but nonetheless, you wanted more.

You whimpered into his mouth as he took the chance to sneak his wet tongue inside, you felt like you were on cloud nine as his tongue hungrily danced with yours, he grabbed you by the ass as he picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist as his thick member poked into your clothed core making you mewl, swinging open the door to your room he gently laid you on your bed before he broke the kiss, you panted as he started to gently tug on your clothes "C-Can I?" He asked, his face completely flushed a light shade of pink as you nodded blushing, he smiled softly as he started to pull off your clothing until you were left in nothing but your undergarments, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his gaze, you tried to curl yourself up until he stopped you "God, your so beautiful, my beautiful mate," He purred as he unclipped your bra, gently pulling it off as his face as in the crook of your neck, softly sucking love bites into your skin as you gasped in pleasure, your hands coming up and attaching themselves into his soft locks your fingertips brushing over his soft ears as he purred loudly, rutting his hips against your clothed core, his soft lips moved from your neck onto your soft breasts, attaching his mouth onto them sucking gently as you cried in pleasure, Taehyung started to move down until he was met with your clothed core, He inhaled deeply before rocking his hips against your mattress, "You smell so good," He moans out before hooking a finger and dragging your panties off, member twitching at the sight of your naked figure, "Ah look your honeypots all soaked, is this all for me?" He asks running a finger along your folds as you let out a soft whine blushing at his words, "Answer me mate," He says before lightly smacking your clit, "A-Ah Yes yes, it's for you" You breath out as he licks a stripe along your drenched folds, "T-Taehyung" You whine as he slowly starts to suck onto your clit, You gasp loudly as you feel him slowly push two fingers into your core before moving, He hummed sending vibrations onto your clit making you let out a high-pitched whimper, "W-Wait T-Taehyung I-I'm gonna-" He cut you off by replacing his fingers with his wet tongue making you moaned out as your release hit you like a truck, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you cried out Taehyung's name, not wanting to overstimulate you Taehyung pulled his tongue out of your dripping core before moving up and kissing you intensely, you squeaked as you felt him rub his hot member against your folds, "A-Ah wait, Taehyung" You said grabbing his arm as looked up at you, "I-It's my first time," You murmed shyly as he smiled and said "Don't worry kitten i'll be gentle" You smiled as you pulled him in for another kiss, this time it was more sweet and it was filled with love, you choked out a cry and you felt Taehyung push his long member inside you, the pain making tears fall form your eyes, Taehyung halted his movements when he was fully inside you giving you some time to adjust, as he placed light kisses onto your neck, after a while the pain started to fade as all you felt now was desire, "Move" You whispered to Taehyung as he started to rock his hips, "S-Shit you're so tight," Taehyung grunted as his member pumped inside you, soon his thrusts started to get faster as you let moans fall from your mouth, Taehyung's thrusts started to get sloppy as he neared his high cum gathering up inside his balls as he whined loudly, "A-Ah Y/N I'm going to cum soon" He spoke as he hands traveled down to your clit rubbing tight circles making your back arch in pleasure, soon you felt your high approaching you very quickly, "T-Taehyung I-I'm going to-" You were cut off by your orgasm as you screamed out in pleasure hands tightly gripping your sheets as you started to see stars, Taehyung started thrusting even faster inside your very sensitive core making you wail in absolute pleasure, Taehyung gave a couple more thrusts before pulling out and spilling his seed onto your stomach letting out a deep whine, Taehyung fell to your side breathing heavy, You felt Taehyung's hand intertwine with yours as he whispered into your ear "I love you Y/N, my mate" You smiled at the statement sleep tugging at your eyes before you muttered out a "I love you too"

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years ago

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Bad Girl (JJK x Reader) 🎀💜☁️🔞

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Good Girl AU, slight angst, fluff and romance, smut, oh god there’s so much filth

Warnings: DD/LG themes, it’s actually a major part in this so if you’re uncomfy you can skip this chapter thanks, GG is scared to talk to Koo about it, Koo thinks the worst, life lesson to learn from this: talk about shit, cockwarming, Dom!Jungkook, like he’s actually pretty demanding this time, Sub!Reader, non-sexual spanking, Bratty!Reader, toy usage, more to be added if I get carried away writing again

Summary: Jungkook has gotten so used to you being the sweet angel you are all the time, that he’s actually a bit confused when you’re not. Are you unhappy with him? Or do you only need to be put back into your place again?

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl || Enticing Girl || Bad Girl || ???

Taglist: @sweetenedcooky @ggukkieland @btsismybias22 @darkgvk @daddypkj @flowerprincess24 @crazylittlemay @zeharilisharaban @teresaisla @tangledsparkles @dammit-jjk

Well, this was certainly new.

For hours, Jungkook had been immersed into the screen of his PC- yet he wasn't playing any video game at all. He was desperately trying to come up with ideas, new inspiration, as his mind was seemingly clogged up with random thoughts that didn't fit what he wanted.

Time to get his mind off of things?

Maybe, but Jungkook had ignored you almost the entire day already, the clock now nearing 4 in the evening. You promptly walked over to him, ignoring his attempts to tell you he did not have time right now, but simply seating yourself ontop of his thighs, taking your rightful place on your throne which was his lap. He bit his tongue as he closed his eyes for a second, refraining from saying anything you could take wrongly. "Baby, I have to finish this-" He started, voice growing a bit whiny at the end as his head fall backwards, chuckle escaping him at your struggle to open his fly while he was sitting. "As much as I love the idea I can't fuck you right now princess-" He said, but you shook your head.

"I'll wait then, I can be good." You stated, making his pupils widen at the way you said that. You pulled him out of the warmth inside his underwear, hands moving over the skin of his length as he slowly grew more firm inside your palms. You moved a bit, Jungkook helping you by holding your waist to make sure you couldn't slip off as he watched you curiously, pulling the fabric of your panties to the side as you began to lower yourself. He held you still before you could move.

"No no no wait, condom-" He said hurriedly, but you simply giggled, shaking your head. "Baby no, we talked about that-" He began again, but you looked at him with an innocent face.

"But we're not gonna do anything!" You said, and it dawned on him what you were trying to do.

Cockwarming?

He'd heard of it, Taehyung having told him once that he'd tried but failed, unable to sit still for so long. Yet for Jungkook this could be a challenge for himself to try and keep himself in check, to train his own will by simply leaving himself inside you. This would be the first time going bare, and he didn't want to mess it up. So he nodded, letting you lower yourself down on him, his member enterin you slowly, entirely new feeling as he noticed the way your walls welcomed him inside, warmth comforting in a way he could not describe. This was.. actually not that bad.

"Hm.. you're comfy baby?" He asked, and you nodded, resting your head on the inside of his shoulder as he held you, pulling his chair closer to his Screen again, mind now a bit more calm as he began to collect sketches and ideas more orderly, finally able to catch a decent train of thought. Sometimes you really had great ideas.

Again you'd bee searching for ways to tell Jungkook about things that had been bothering you. No, bothering wasn't the right word.. it was weighing you down, prohibiting you any kind of full forced happiness, because it always crept into the back of your mind, corrupting your thoughts with harsh visions of him calling you weird or even going as far as to leave entirely. After all, it was quite.. weird.

It wasn't like you were regressing into a full forced baby, no. You'd learned to take care of yourself even when you were falling into your headspace, knowing how to make yourself comfortable without any help of someone to watch over you. However, just like everyone else in this world, regardless of who, you craved to share these moments of full on vulnerability with someone you loved and trusted.

Jungkook.

It wasn't like you didn't trust him, but he was someone who'd put his own needs and interests behind just for you, and you didn't want that to happen. As selfish as it sounded, you wanted him to care for you because he wanted to, not because he felt as if he needed to do it in order to keep you happy. You could let go of it just to stay with him, if that was what it would take for you and him to stay together.

"Baby, I was gonna go to the store real quick, you need some..thing.?" His voice got a bit slower and died down eventually as you shut your laptop with quite the amount of force from being startled by him, making him furrow his brows a bit. "Everything alright?" He asked, now a bit more serious in tone as he could sense something off about you.

"Yeah! Sure, eh.. could you pick up some Milk? We're out of it almost so, uh.. yeah.." You said, smiling, yet without true intentions. Jungkook nodded, telling you goodbye as he put on his shoes, grim look on his face not diminishing at all as he thought about your behavior lately. It was quite worrying, how you now began to pick up on the habit of locking your phone with a passcode, not leaving your laptop open anymore, or how nervous you became every time he caught you on either of these devices.

What else was he supposed to think?

Weren't you happy with him? Had he done something wrong? He tried to think of something, anything that would explain you putting distance between you two so suddenly, yet he could not come up with something that would sound rational. And even with all the signs pointing towards it, he could not make himself belief you would genuinely go out and meet someone else behind his back; you were not like that at all. So what was really going on?

He almost dropped the milk carton in his hand as his phone buzzed, the message something that made his stomach drop.

'We need to talk.'

This was planned way better than executed.

Having Jungkook sit in front of you on the bed was making it even harder to just come out and say it. Every time your brain attempted to send the proper signals to your tongue, trying to open your lips to form words, they just wouldn't come out. It was as if you tried to drive a car with the breaks still pressed; it didn't work at all.

Yet you couldn't seem to loosen your breaks.

Jungkook sighed, running a hand over his face, as he took your hand into his, worried look on his face. "Look.." He began, and you watched him as his thumb gently drew circles on the back of your hand, his eyes averting your gaze. "If you want to break up-"

"NO!" You immediately said, loudly, startling both of you as you sat up straighter, grabbing his hand with both of yours, holding onto it as if it would disappear if you didn't. He looked at you with wide eyes, genuinely confused. That.. wasn't it? Then what had you so secretive and skittish lately? "I mean, except if you want to-" He smiled a bit, scooting forwards to have you closer, legs now on either side of his hips as you sat on his thighs.

"No, never. I thought you wanted to." He said, interlacing his fingers behind your back to keep you close, as he looked at you more calmly now. "But I know there's something you want to tell me." He hummed, trying to coax you out of your shell with a gentle tone of voice. It seemed to work as you visibly began to think. "It's alright, you can tell me anythi-" He started, but you cut him off.

"Do you know what.. uh.. you know, dd-lg means.?" You carefully asked, and his eyes widened for the nth time that day, looking at you with wonder. That.. that was what you were so worried about?

He simply nodded. "I know about it. Why?" He asked, even though now he had a hunch of what was actually the issue. It did explain a lot for him as he thought about all the instances you'd hinted at it in the past, never having the courage to actually say it out loud. "You're a little, is that it?" He wondered, and you nodded, looking down as he smiled gently, lifting your chin up. "Hey no, it's alright, really. I already suspected something like that, to be honest." He said, and your gaze finally found his.

"You did?" Weren't you secretive enough about it? Maybe he'd seen your search history, but then again, you were always so careful to only ever use incognito tabs and to always keep your phone and laptop close so he wouldn't accidentally stumble upon anything weird. Yet he proved again that you could hide basically nothing from him, as he smiled, absolutely not unnerved by any of it.

"Hmhm." He hummed as he visibly relaxed. "I mean it. It's okay." He said, and you fiddled with your fingers. "But that's not all there is, isn't it?" He asked, knowing what you wanted to ask, yet choosing not to take that burden from you. You needed to talk openly to him.

"I just.." You started, before looking at him. "So, you're like.. okay with it?" You asked, and he still smiled, while nodding to confirm your answer silently. "Would you.. like, you know.. take care of me, when I'm like this..?" You mumbled, and again confirmed, before verbally answering.

"I'll admit, I'm kinda.. uncomfortable with you calling me daddy though, if that makes sense, but I guess I'll eventually grow into it." He said, as you shook your head.

"you don't have to." You said, hugging him tightly as you began to rest your head onto his chest. "You'll just stay my 'Koo.." You hummed, as he chuckled, holding you close to him.

Yeah, he could definitely grow fond of that.

"No baby, we can't just order takeout all the time. It's not healthy." He argued, as you sat on the couch, pouting at him as you were getting ready to call back, just to have him turn around. "Don't even start young lady, No means no." He said sternly, making you deflate as you simply rested your chin on the back of the couch, shutting your mouth. Ever since you'd both agreed on the dynamic you now practiced, Jungkook had been slowly setting up more and more rules for you, some being more strict than others. You loved that, you were happy he was feeling comfortable with it, and deep down you knew it was in your best interest, yet you also only now realized how much freedom you'd had before. Yet even though you could feel the need to test your boundaries, you'd stayed compliant and a good girl until now.

Even though you were curious what he'd choose as punishments.

Jungkook had informed himself after your talk, silently learning more about what he should and shouldn't do. He was growing more and more into the role of an actual caregiver, having agreed to simply test things out instead of using someone else's rules or punishments as yours. Communication was key for you, and honesty as well; you were always free to tell him that you were feeling big, in which case your rules did not apply and you were free to do as you pleased. He trusted you to never use that as an advantage, simply believing in himself and his ability to spot lies on your face as soon as they'd leave your lips.

Something crinkling caught his attention.

"Y/n." He simply said, making you halter all movements as you cringed, caught in the act as you'd tried to open a pack of oreos on the couch, hidden from his sight. He'd heard you, however, and the way he called your actual name meant that he was everything but amused by your actions. "I believe we talked about having sweets before a meal as well." He said, feet stepping closer before he leaned over the couch, inked hand easily taking the sweet treats from your hands as you looked down your lap. Yet your toes wiggled in tension. Had you finally reached the end of his patience?

"Go and wait inside the bedroom until I call you out for dinner. No Laptop, and your phone stays here as well." He said, tone not leaving any room for arguments against his statement. Your lips turned downwards, yet you slowly complied, pulling out your phone and placing it on the coffee table in front of the couch, before walking inside your shared bedroom, attempting to close the door. "No, leave it open so I can still hear you." He said, and you sighed, before flopping down onto the bed.

Yet you also smiled.

He slowly learned more and more about what was right, and what wasn't.

For example, whenever you were feeling small, you were absolutely oblivious to anything of a sexual nature, which made him come to the conclusion that your littlespace and subspace actually were two different things. It made sense to him, the way your gaze would change as soon as you'd switch mindsets was a clear sign of what he could and could not do.

Sure, there have been awkward moments as well, and you had been crying a few times from too harsh punishments such as time outs as well- but that was part of the learning experience for both of you. You'd told him that you genuinely never had an actual caregiver in that sense, which only stroked his ego even more as he realized this was another first he'd claimed as his. Even if it was without actually knowing.

He felt proud.

"Koo?" You asked, eyes wide open and watching him from the doorway as he read through an article about a convention nearby showcasing some of the best airbrush artworks the town had to offer. He turned around in his chair, patting his thighs.

"You're feeling small?" He asked, and you nodded, walking towards him as you sat down on his lap, hugging his middle the best you could as you tried to read whatever he was reading. Something caught your attention as you called out his name again, pointing at the screen where his name was actually written. "Yeah, that's me." He confirmed, smiling at you.

"Why?" You asked cursiously, genuinely wanting to know, yet your mind was hazy, making it hard for you to form proper sentences. He didn't mind.

"Koo 's gonna be there and show his work to others." He said, and your eyes looked at him in awe, happy that he'd actually been chosen to be able to show his talent. You wanted to congratulate him, yet the only thing you truly got to do was hug him tighter, mumbling something that sounded like the word 'proud' into his sweater as he grinned, running a hand over your back. "Thank you princess, I'm pretty proud of myself too." He hummed, before closing the tab, picking you up and letting both of you fall onto his bed, tired from the last days of work, trying to perfect what he would be showcasing the upcoming week. You giggled before moving closer, laying flat on top of him as he sighed happily, eyes closing as you both drifted off.

“Huh, so now you wanna be a good girl?” He grunts our as he pushes your wrists back onto the bed, denying you any physical contact you desire to have with him. He decides what you get, and you look at him with wide eyes as his dark ones stare into yours. “Well that’s not how it works sweetheart.” He mumbled, flipping you over so you were on your stomach, pulling your legs towards him to lift your lower body onto your knees, center exposed to him in a for you humiliating position. “You can’t just pull stunts like that and then try to wiggle yourself out of it just by batting your pretty eyes at me.” He said, voice dangerously low and steady. He seemed so calm that it showed how well he fit the role of the dynamic you’d discussed earlier. This was him, through and through. “What was that?” He asked as you mumbled something into the pillow below. He brought his hand down onto your bottom as you still didn’t speak clearly enough, making you Yelp.

“Said ‘m sorry!” You whined out, and his palm flattened out, soothing the still tingling flesh of your behind as if to apologize. He hummed, hands wandering until you could feel his fingers spread your lower lips apart, admiring your glistening center. You moved your hips a bit, only earning his hands on either side of them, holding you still.

“I don’t think you understand yet..” he said, as he unplugged the charging cable from the toy next to him on the bed, the device now charged. “You’ll have to do better than that.” He whispered, as he pushed the toy inside you excruciatingly slow, making you whine. He simply chuckled at that.

“Or don’t you want to be my good girl again?” He mused, turning it on as you squeaked, hands gripping the sheets underneath you as you gasped.

So how did you end up in this mess?

Well, it actually wasn't your fault at all. Jungkook had just been on edge that day, that was it, not the fact that you'd sneaked sweets into the bedroom to brighten up your punishments, how you'd 'accidentally' put one of his white shirts into the same wash your red underwear and dresses were in, or how you'd been throwing a small tantrum when he'd told you to stay seated and finish your meal. Peas were gross and he knew you hated them. You didn't get why he wanted you to eat them anyways.

So yeah, maybe you had felt particularly bratty today, but when you were little, he never punished you sexually at all- it was an unwritten rule not to take any sort of advantage of you while in that absolutely oblivious headspace. So how come this was happening?

Well, Jungkook was too observant for your own good, you'd realized.

Because in the midst of your impish tactics to rile him up, he'd noticed your demeanor change. Whenever you were little, he knew that you would eventually get tired more easily; you'd simply get boosts of energy before taking naps between them. You were also not that interested in being disobedient at all, only thriving from his praise and smile, never enjoying punishments at all. He knew something was off when you'd started to giggle every time he snapped at you, and his suspicions were confirmed when he'd spanked you in the middle of the hallway- earning a very different kind of gasp from you.

In subspace, things were quite different. You were completely sure of what you both were doing, knowingly and fully consciously giving your control up to him while being aware of what may happened. This was a different kind of headspace, where he was free to use and ruin you to every extend he deemed fitting.

And oh how he craved to put you into your place this time.

"I don't think I ever said anything about you touching yourself." He growled, free hand grabbing your wrists back yet again, holding them tightly above your head as you whined, craving a different kind of touch to a different part of you. He knew this, was very well aware of the fact that you could generally only reach an orgasm if you were being stimulated instead of penetrated, but that was his plan. This wasn't about you; this was a punishment, and about his own fun.

"hm, you think I could try and make you cum like this?" He sang almost, changing the settings of the toy still inside you to a higher one, making your hips stutter as you shook your head, trying to tell him not to, as he simply chuckled leaning back on his knees as he watched you squirm. "Huh, that wasn't a question baby." He said, beginning to move the toy before stopping, as he clicked his tongue when you tried to reach for it again. Three time's the charm, you guessed. He however was not amused, pulling the toy out completely as you gasped from the sudden feeling of emptiness as he flipped you over, pulling on your thighs to have your behind facing him, hand falling down onto it with force, making the skin sting and turn pink. "You really love testing me, don't you?" He gritted out, hitting again and again as you moaned into the sheets below, making him scoff. "I can feel you leaking on my thigh, dirty girl." He mumbled close to your ear as he moved you yet again, positioning you on your knees to present your center towards him embarrassingly, making you whine. "Oh you don't get to complain baby. You wanted this, right?" He said with fake sympathy as his fingers moved over your pearl, pace without any form of gentleness as your voice failed, simply breathing heavily as your hands curled into fists, holding onto the cotton sheets as if your life depended on it. The sounds made by his hand on your exposed cunt were absolutely obscene, making the tips of your ears turn red as he continued his pace, inked hand working on your most vulnerable muscle without any mercy.

Not even when you came.

You cried out, trying to reach him but failing due to his positioning, sobbing without tears as you felt something within yourself snap, Jungkook groaning out loud as he noticed the clear liquid bursting out, making his length ache as his free hand grabbed onto it, moving it leisurely at the scene in front of him. "There you go!" He exclaimed, letting you fall down as he turned you over, spreading your legs as you caught a glimpse of him, toned abdominal muscles glistening with your release as he pumped his length, condom already wrapped over it.See?" He said as he chuckled darkly. "You can be a good girl after all." He praised, making you smile a bit as your core clenched around nothing, still sensitive to anything that came close to it. His predatory grin told you however, that this was not over yet. Pushing inside you, you mewled at the sensitivity, as he hushed you, pulling you close by your legs as he began to thrust forwards, rhythmic pace easily found as his hand moved over your breasts, kneading them before his hands wandered lower, holding your waist as he continued, breathing heavily as he growled, head dipping down to bite and mouth at your neck, leaving your skin red on his way, those marks soon to blossom into heavenly shades of purples as he let himself go, mouth finally finding yours, stealing every breath as he kissed you with need, want, as if he wasn't close enough to you already. "Hah you're so sweet-" He moaned, kissing you again before letting your lungs fill with oxygen again. "I love you, I love you so much" He whispered, picking up his pace as he bit his lip, thrusts hard and shaking your body, the sound of skin against skin echoing inside the room with wet noises, yet both of you didn't care as he finally let out a breathy sound, head falling back as he came, before lowering himself again, catching his breath as he still moved lazily, riding out his high as you moved a bit underneath him, making him laugh without sound. "My good girl getting greedy?" He hummed, pushing himself inside of you and staying there, hand reaching between your bodies to find your sensitive bud, fingers drawing circles over it in well practiced motions that made you suddenly cry out, your walls clenching around his cock still nestled inside you, making him humm in oversensitivity.

"Thats okay.." He whispered, moving again as he huffed, sweat running down his temples as he felt himself overcome the almost painful feeling of his most recent orgasm, picking up his speed as a small laugh mixed in between his desperate tries to even out his breathing. His hair was getting curly from the moisture, falling over his eyes and giving him the sheer visuals of the devil himself, making you sob as you desperately tried to keep your hands away from him. "It's alright, you're so good to me, you can touch me, yeah?" He chanted, and you immediately took the invitation, hands reaching for his arms, holding onto them as if your life depended on it. He smiled at the sight, at the simply view of your tears dying down as soon as your hands got in contact with him again, mind now at ease again with his presence confirmed to your closed eyes. "Such a good girl, taking it all so well, so good.." He said, voice low and rumbling as he went faster, now feeling himself tense again, to his surprise. "Can you cum again for me? Just one more?" He asked, and you shook your head, although a bit unsure. "You can do it, I know you can, just one baby.." He pressed out between gritted teeth, breathing hard against your neck as his thrusts began to dwindle, growing more and more unsteady as he suddenly began to pick up his face, mouth opening before he bit down his lip, breath coming out of his nose as his forehead fell into the crook of your neck, hand desperately trying to reach your center, sloppily rubbing over it as you snapped yet again, hot white pleasure painting the inside of your eyelids it seemed as you mewled, holding onto him for dear life as he felt himself cum without spilling, your release however coating his thighs again, if not as much as the first time.

He fell down next to you after pulling out his now softening length, breathing heavily as he closed his eyes, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, both of you utterly and thoroughly spent. He wanted to take care of you, but all he could really do was tie a knot at the end of the condom after pulling it off of himself, tossing it into the bin, before pulling you close. He could do that after he'd taken a short nap. Right now his bones felt like rubber, his muscles aching in the most pleasing ways as he decided the cleanup could wait after recharging.

You noticed that you were being carried, before you slowly opened your eyes. The scent of laundry detergent filled your senses as you instinctively tried to curl closer to the soft material of Jungkooks sweatshirt, making him chuckle. "Baby you gotta let go, I have to change the sheets." He cooed gently, placing you on the couch as you simply nodded, fists uncurling as you simply stayed where you were, noticing the oversized sweater you were dressed in.

He did this generally after sex. He loved whenever you put on his clothes, yet after being close like this, it held a special meaning towards him, making him feel as if he'd claimed you.

You loved it.

Balling up the sheets in his arms, he began to throw them into the washing machine,open window letting fresh air inside the stuffy room as miri followed him, making him watch his steps as to not accidentally hurt her. He sometimes stopped to pet her head, grinning when her little tail began to wag excitedly. "Come on, lets go cuddle our sleeping beauty, yeah?" He whispered with mimicked excitement, making the dog bark as he hushed her, speedwalking towards the couch as the small poodle ran after him, yapping at your hands as he suddenly threw himself over you, careful not to crush you under his weight as he held himself up on his knees and elbows pressed into the soft cushions underneath, his nose tickling yours as you giggled.

The way he could go from an absolute demon to the softest young man alive gave you whiplash, but you wouldn't have it any other way with him.

"Jungkookie.."

"What is it?"

"Can you carry me to McDonalds?"

"First of all its been two days, second of all, get on my back."

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hansolmates · 4 years ago

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jjk; angel’s trumpet [bonus]

summary; one second, your life is flashing before your eyes and the next, you’re transported into a world exactly like your own. but the jungkook you meet in this world isn’t a renowned singer or your former almost-lover, in fact he has no clue who you are and why you know him so well. as you work to find your way home lost and confused, you conclude that you’re either dead or in the middle of the most wicked drug trip of your life. pairing; idol!jk x reader (f), alternatively film producer!jk x reader genre/warnings; fluff, angst, supernatural, idol!au, non-idol!au, alternate universes, themes of fate, language, alcohol consumption, in this chapter–nudity boobies! w.c; 2.2k a/n; why did a week go by so stinkin’ fast? i’m not ready to let go of this couple! that being said, i wouldnt mind posting some drabble babbles about these two or four. im utterly thankful for the love and passion my readers had for this, i had so many kind readers that kept me afloat through all of. i can’t wait to see you in the next one, and i hope you enjoy this little glimpse💕

[final] [bonus] -> masterpost

“You’re not Jimin.”

Jungkook’s eyes snap open, and he takes note of the change in air. Chalk it up to the open window or the fact that the rain’s evaporated, but he can’t help the pinch of pain in his heart as he realizes that you’re far, far gone from this world.

And in your place, is you. Not quite you, but it’s almost scary how easy it is to regard your visage and simple conversation.

“Jimin,” he repeats, as if he heard you wrong. “As in, Park Jimin? Tiny guy with a big ego?”

“Yes,” you reply blandly, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Your eyes are sparkless, flickering between your state of nakedness and his state of nakedness. “I know I wasn’t exactly sober last night, but I distinctly remember telling him he’d be in my bed tonight,” and you regard Jungkook with a sort of pointed look, unable to decipher your situation, “but here you are. Still cupping by boob.”

Out of reflex, he squeezes his palm. Yep, that’s yours.

A little part of him also wants to yell to the heavens because you failed to tell him you were hooking up with Park Jimin before all of this.

Okay technically you didn’t, but the person in front of him did.

His heart is fresh and stinging like a hot cut on the asphalt. He watches you take in your surroundings, humming when you notice the new clothes on the rack and the way your desk has been rearranged. Jungkook is trying very hard to be patient, after all you’re a stranger and suddenly he feels like he’s the one that’s known you all his life. Oh, how the tables have turned.

You stretch, testing out your limbs as they pop and crackle at your command. You run a hand through your strawberry-smelling hair, and Jungkook has to grip the sheets to not go by instinct and take you right then and there on this mattress. With a shameless groan of satisfaction, you flop against your bed. Jungkook tries, emphasis on try, to not watch as your breasts bounce and the way your hair flows around your pillow like the angel you are, but he’s rendered smitten.

“Uh,” boobies boobies boobies.

You pointedly ignore his piss-poor attempt at coherent conversation, staring up at the ceiling. “Ho—ly shit,” you curse freely, heaving an exhausted sigh, “I feel so sore.”

“S-sore?” Great, he found his voice.

“Yeah, like I’ve been in a coma or something,” but you think nothing of it, summing it up as a crazy dream from alcohol poisoning. You sit up straight, reaching for your phone. It’s not on your desk, but instead you find something far more interesting.

You reach for your Midnight Blue Citrus candle, frowning at the contents. The wax is nearly burnt to the end, the tips of the wicks charcoal black and frayed. Waving your used candle in Jungkook’s face you blame, “What the fuck, did you use all of this last night? I just bought this like, literally yesterday!”

His face falls, “What? You’ve had that candle for forever—”

“And why the heck it is so hot in the middle of February?”

Oh.

Something dark and sad creeps up Jungkook’s stomach, and he hates to be the one to tell you. February was when it all started, and his life changed with the presence of you. Jungkook tells himself repeatedly that the woman in this room is simultaneously the person he’s loved since winter and the stranger he feels that he’s meant to love with time. Considering everything’s happening all at once understanding it is still hard, but he’ll try for you.

It breaks his heart to see how you look lost and confused, like a child woken up from a debilitating nightmare. Your lips are bitten red and purple, trying your hardest not to show fear in front of him, a stranger. You’re frustrated as you try your hardest to shut the windows to block the incoming humidity from last night’s rain.

He says your name, sweet and soft. “It’s almost summer,” he says, his voice calm and collected.

“So are you telling me, that wasn’t a dream?”

The two of you stare at each other, unmoving. He tries not to squirm under your gaze, you watch him intently, scraping at the edge of your brain for any ideas. You’re hugging yourself, arms wrapping against your breasts as if you’re trying to hold your body together in a way that alludes to any brokenness you felt over these past two months.

Neither of you break the silence, and there’s a bang and a crash. Jungkook flinches at the tell-tale signs of the unwanted intruder, the fling of keys across your wooden table and a shrill call of your name.

“Who’s that?”

“Probably Hoseok,” Jungkook answers reluctantly, his thumb rubbing between his brows.

He ignores the extra cool air against his naked bits when he throws the blankets off his lap. Ignores the way you pointedly, shamelessly check him out as he throws on his sweats and a t-shirt. To his dismay he can’t ignore the burn in his cheeks when he knows how you’re scrutinizing him like a one-night stand, trying to recollect any type of concrete thought that would seem plausible enough to explain why you woke up in bed with him.

Throwing open your bedroom door and leaving you there, he cards a hand through his rogue bedhead to face a frantic Hoseok.

“It’s so early,” Hoseok warbles to himself, impressed that he’s managed to cop fresh donuts and coffee at nearly 7AM.

Jungkook sees nothing but an orange blob and Hoseok’s head, bleary and vibrating. Rubbing his eyes he says, “You just realized how early it is? Couldn’t you have stopped by a little later?”

“No, I couldn’t!” Hoseok’s now invading Jungkook’s personal space, as if you weren’t the bridge between their threads of a relationship, as if he and Hoseok could be friends. “I woke up a few hours ago and I couldn’t go back to sleep. I felt it, Jungkook. It was like an episode of the Twilight Zone. The air shifted and I felt like I was between two parallel universes—I swear on my bad knee that I’m not going through a drug trip—and I felt the world turning and changing and it was so fuckin’ weird I had to come here as soon as Dunkin’ opened. Didn’t you feel it too?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook exhales, not bothering to hide the disappointment. He smiles sadly, “it’s definitely not her.”

Hoseok’s expression and excitement over the world’s converging falters, and he pulls Jungkook into a hug. They’re not particularly close and Hoseok’s smaller in size compared to Jungkook, but for those five seconds he feels comforted as he hugs him back.

“Why don’t you go home and chill out, I don’t mind explaining things to her,” Hoseok offers, “and I’ll call you later and let you know how it went.”

“Okay,” Jungkook replies, voice slow, “that sounds like a good idea, actually.”

The situation is royally messed up, and he hates that he can’t blame it on anyone. Jungkook is a practical man, and he knows that he has no use when Hoseok is here with donuts and coffee. More importantly, there is no use torturing himself by letting his heart break in the presence of you.

“What is this, a party?” Taehyung’s bare feet smack against the hardwood, and he plops himself in the chair next to Hoseok, “did you get me coffee this time?”

The two of them bicker good-naturedly, with Hoseok explaining a little kindness goes a long way and Taehyung muttering that kindness doesn’t happen without caffeine. Jungkook excuses himself, feeling very much out of place as he moves to your bedroom to pack his things.

“You’re leaving?” you’re standing in the middle of your bedroom, now dressed in a long t-shirt and your hair tied clean and away from your face. You look pretty.

“Yeah,” he says shortly, stuffing his jeans in his bag and making sure all traces of him are gone from your bedroom. “Need to sort things out,” he excuses, and while you may not buy it, he really does. He feels heartbroken, angry at the world. Maybe he could visit Yoongi today and get a demo in, put all this pent-up emotion to good use. “But Hoseok brought you breakfast, he’s a good friend, he’ll explain everything.”

“But I don’t know Hoseok,” you mumble, picking at the hem of your band shirt. You’re pouting, stubborn.

“But you don’t know me either,” Jungkook retorts, not unkindly, but not exactly gentle. “I wouldn’t want to overwhelm you.”

There’s a hard rip at his zipper, putting in a little too much force as he seals away all his things into a compact backpack. Heck, he even went as far as to take back the hoodie he lent you last month, making sure the fabric is crisp and folded so he can stow it away from your curious eyes. He shoves on his denim jacket from last night, still lingering with the scents of sand and saltwater. It makes him sombre, and the selfish part of him wishes to bottle up that scent and tuck it away forever.

“You’re wrong,” you blurt when he moves toward the door. His hand lingers over the knob, “I do know you.”

He narrows his dark eyes, taking in your honest expression, “At Jimin’s job, maybe? I did a couple interviews in the beginning of February. Maybe we passed each other while you had lunch with him.”

“No. You sang to me, talked to me, as much as you could up until this moment.”

He remembers the stories you fed to him last night under the stars, shameless and full of love as you explained to him of his other self. The life where he’s a renowned singer, a Golden Boy, one of the most revered in his industry. A life he could only dream of, yet somewhere out there he’s living it in another body making that dream come true.

Thoughts are running through his head, memories that aren’t his own. He could only imagine what you must’ve gone through, recovering in a hospital bed for two months, unable to move but actively aware of the pain and anguish. How confused you must’ve been, aching to figure out what the hell is going on, acutely aware of the voices constantly chattering about your well-being.

One of those voices being Jeon Jungkook, who was probably taking care of you night and day.

His head is starting to throb, and he feels like he’s five seconds away from spiraling.

“I’d… I’d feel more comfortable around you, Jungkook,” you confess, reaching for his hand, “but if you need to, you can go,” you bite your lip, folding in on yourself once more, “if it hurts too much to be around me right now.”

He gladly takes your hand, rubbing his thumb between your palm. The familiar sparks he feels when he holds it return, but tamps it down for the sake of your vulnerability. It’s not your fault you’re in this situation. “No… I’m just gonna go home for a bit, clear my schedule,” he gives you a little smile, and he inflates a bit when you give him one of your own. “I’ll come back for you after breakfast.”

“You promise?”

“Promise.”

You pull him into an unexpected hug, suddenly fearing he may never come back.

“I always wondered what the man looked like behind the voice,” and you’re suddenly melting, feeling a sense of familiarity as you let your heart run faster than your brain when you let him hold you in his arms. He smells just like him, too.

His embrace is tight, and his arms fit in all the little curves and spots that make you feel warm and safe. “And am I living up to your expectations?” it’s a half-joke, after all the both of you are going simply by feeling and there’s no way in hell would he even attempt to compare himself to well, himself.

You pull away to look at him, really look at him. Honest, clear eyes. Jungkook thinks he sees the world in your gaze. “Only if you eat a donut before you go,” you reply with a shy smile.

At your defiant mention of food he can’t help but grin like a maniac, letting you tug him back out to sit at the counter with him and have breakfast. Like he said before, he can’t wait to fall in love all over again.

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