#namjoon gave me the idea a long time ago..

[nayeonnyn]

ahh.. i truly wasn’t expecting this !! i just got a new phone and i finished downloading all my apps back :P CERTAINLY A SURPRISE TO SEE THIS ANSWERED,, (almost forgot about it..)

offer still stands..and i mean I wanted that chicken dance sir!!! wing flapping and all ‼️🙏🙏🗣️ BREAK IT DOWWWNN

hear me out.. lap dance but make it the chicken dance. name your price 😇

@nayeonnyn 🐰

the— the chicken dance? how did you go from lap dance to chicken dance? can i get a teaser of this chicken dance before i name a price? you have my curiosity, really.

[bangtaninborderland]

MYG- I love you eternally.

Summary: he hasn't been gone long but the space he left behind consumes you, thankfully you aren't ever really alone.

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, sad fic, happy ending, COMFORT

A/N: this came to me after seeing an edit on tiktok of yoongi clips to fine line by harry styles (deffo listen as you read it makes you cry) this is very self indulgent. I miss yoongi an awful lot, he was my comfort person and it sucks that I can’t stop crying.

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The sound of knuckles tapping on the door pulled you out of your trance, you hadn’t even realised the movie you’d put on had finished, nor that your phone had been receiving numerous calls for the past god knows how long.

Reluctantly you shove off the blanket you had wrapped around you, it was a gift from Yoongi one winter when it was far too cold to sit in just clothing. The door is only a few steps away from the couch so it doesn’t take you long to finally open it.

“I brought foo-“Namjoon's mouth rounds into an ‘o’ shape. “You were crying.”

“Was I?” You frown reaching up to touch your face, sure enough, it was damp from the tears you’d shed. “Sorry, I was just a little out of it.”

“Let’s go inside?” He asks, raising the white bag up a little higher to remind you of the food he brought.

“Oh yeah, of course.” You shake your head stepping aside to let him pass. “I’m not really hungry.”

“Have you eaten today?” He asks, pulling out some plates.

You slump back onto the couch, pulling the blanket around you before shoving your face into the hood of the sweatshirt you’d stolen from Yoongis's closet. The smell comforts you. “I don’t know, I had breakfast or was it lunch…” you trail off, half-heartedly trying to recount your day.

“You can’t let yourself fall apart YN. Hyung will be worried.” He looks at you with a hint of concert as he passes you a plate of food. “Let’s watch something?”

“I- uh.” You really can’t stand the idea of noise right now. “Maybe not tonight?”

“Of course. What did you do today?” He questions, sitting on the other end of the couch, his own plate balanced on his thighs.

“Not much, I watched TV and read a chapter of the book yoon gave me.” You dug the spoon into the food, not really attempting to eat.

It wasn’t your fault you had no appetite.

“Was the book good?” He asked in between a mouthful.

“It… I don’t really know… I couldn’t get into it.” You shrug, bringing the spoon to your mouth.

“It’s 5 pm and you haven’t done anything today have you?” Namjoon sets his plate aside in favour of moving closer to you.

“I miss him.” You mumble, putting your own plate on the table.

Yoongi would have scolded you if he were here, always complaining that it would mark the table despite the fact you always used hear absorbent dinner trays but that was the problem…

Yoongi wasn’t here.

You don’t know what exactly caused it but within a second you were bursting into tears, everything you’d managed to hold together ever since he left a week ago falling apart. “I miss him, I don’t even get to fucking call him.”

“I know.” Namjoon shushes you as he brings your head to his shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. “I’m so sorry this must be hard for you.”

“It was so short notice he didn’t even tell m-me.” You hiccuped, bordering between the lines of angry and sad was never a good place to be but you couldn’t help it.

Yoongi had waited until the last possible moment to tell you he had received his enlistment date and when he had received it he was shocked to see a date only 4 days away giving you absolutely no time to mentally prepare yourself for him to be gone.

“It’s so fucking unfair.” You cuss, unable to do anything else with your anger at the situation.

Namjoon didn’t say anything, he couldn’t, he himself knew how ridiculously unfair it was but still, he didn’t regret the group's choice, it was the only right way to deal with the situation. “It will pass quicker than you think. You won’t be alone.”

“Joon soon enough you, Tae, Jimin and Jungkook are enlisting too. It’s not exactly like anyone else knows about me and Yoongi. Other people just don’t understand it.” Yoongi had made a joke two days before he left telling you to cry with other armys about it because they would understand but it was looking more and more appealing as the days went past. “I don’t know what to do with myself.”

Another wave of tears came just seconds later and this time there was no reprieve, anytime you nearly stopped a memory of him would pop into your mind and the tears would start again. You hated how it made you seem crazy, seem overly obsessive but you knew Yoongi would be missing you just as much. You’d become each other strength in all the years you’d been together so now he wasn’t here, wasn’t just a phone call away, it felt like you’d lost a part of yourself, it felt like you’d lost your strength.

That’s how you fell asleep, curled in Namjoon's arms, sobbing in longing for the man who taught you how to love.

Namjoon waited until he was sure you were fast asleep before slipping out from underneath you, draping the gifted blanket over you as he tiptoed to the balcony to take his incoming call.

“Hyung.” Namjoon smiles into the phone. “How are you?”

“As good as I can be, you didn’t tell her right?”

“No Hyung. Are you sure we really can’t tell her about you-“

“No Namjoon-ah I don’t want to get her hopes up, that will only hurt her more if it doesn’t get approved. I’ll tell her if she knows I can call and I don’t want to do that to her. How is she? How are you? ”

“I’m okay.” Namjoon responds. “She misses you.” He continues, not going u into depth about the small breakdown.

“I miss her too.” He breathes, his voice a little strained in the way it gets when he is very obviously holding back tears. “Is she eating?”

Namjoon nodded before realising Yoongi couldn’t see him. “I brought her food she just seemed sad. Are you eating Hyung? Sleeping enough?”

Yoongi laughs as though Namjoon has said something absurd. “The food is shit. I’ve got this fucking melody stuck in my head and I just know it would sound amazing for the vocal line.”

“Ah, Hyung.” Namjoon laughs. “I’ll tell them I’m sure they would appreciate the fact you’re thinking about making their songs already.”

“I’ll probably forget it by the time I’m actually allowed to work on music.” Yoongi huffs.

“I doubt it.” Namjoon hears shuffling, already knowing it’s you. “I have to go Hyung she’s waking up.”

“Make sure she knows I love her okay? I’ll call you again to let you know if it’s approved.” Yoongi rushes out before Namjoon hangs up.

“What are you doing?” You ask him, shivering at the draft coming from the open door.

“Sorry.” He smiles, stepping back inside and closing it behind him. “Just needed some air. So… how about watching something?”

You don’t hate the idea as much as you did earlier, your little thirty-minute nap helping you feel a little better. “Sure.”

You watch 3 episodes of some drama before declaring it a night, Namjoon insisting you eat before he left which led to you both eating an oversized pizza. It leaves you feeling a little less lonely, especially when he tells you just how much he too misses Yoongi.

Namjoon comes over again three more times that week, each day following the same pattern. The days he didn’t come you resigned yourself to laying in bed, looking through pictures and videos you and Yoongi had taken in the past few months.

Today was one of those days, those days where you missed him so much and felt so alone that you’d texted Namjoon not to come, told him you just couldn’t deal with being around anyone else right now, so it surprised you when the doorbell rang consistently for five minutes until you finally gave in.

You groaned, shivering as the floor felt cold against your bare feet. “Namjoon I said not to-

“You really shouldn’t lay in bed every day.”

You froze, too afraid to move, speak or blink in case the figure in front of you disappeared.

“Baby.” He sighed, dropping his bag inside the door before pushing you inside lightly. “It’s me.”

“Fuck.” You sobbed, wrapping your arms around him as tight as you could. “You’re here. How are you here.”

He laughed, the sound of it melodic to your ears. “I did extra time so my training finished earlier. They could t exactly say no.”

“I just- I can’t believe you’re here I thought it would be at least another three weeks before I could even call you.” You bring your hands up to his hair, despite it being short you still love it. “I missed you.”

“Baby don’t cry I’m here now.” He sucked in a breath, his own eyes pooling with tears. “I get to stay for four days.”

“Really?” You pull back to look at him properly, a grin breaking out as he nods.

“Really.”

Despite the tears trailing down your lips he leans in to kiss you, his hand at the small of your back a comforting presence. “I love you.”

“I love you too Yoon.”

The next four days passed much faster than you would have liked but as you dropped him off at the camp again things felt different.

You hated how quiet the house was without him, where he would normally be playing piano, watching a new show jimin had recommended or cooking with a glass of whiskey in his hand, there was nothing but silence.

You were almost ready to give in to your tears again until you spotted a letter on the kitchen counter.

The perfect writing on the envelope already tells you who it’s from, you don’t hesitate in pulling out the paper and reading it.

Hello, my love,

I snuck away to write this whilst you slept, I’m not the best with words although I’m sure by now you’re absolutely aware of that but still there are only things that can be conveyed by words. If I was allowed to I’d write you a hundred songs but I’m a little short on time so I hope this suffices.

I want you to know just how much you mean to me, just how much your presence has brought me happiness, strength and comfort. You often thank me for giving you strength but you forget that you are the sole reason I keep going.

You cannot let the bad days consume you, although it’s okay to give up and take a break, you can’t let that feeling consume you. There is always a tomorrow, always another chance and I know that you will never ever fail because I don’t believe in failure, every attempt is precious, and every time you try to get up - even if it isn’t successful - is precious and I am so proud of you for it.

In the moments you miss me do something nice for yourself, eat a good meal, read a book you like, watch a movie you find brings you happiness and before you realise it I’ll be back, spending every moment possible with you because you are my home.

I will always be here, write me letters, send me messages, take pictures of the things you see and do and share them with me. I’ll always be apart of your life, I’m not going anywhere.

I love you eternally.

You wiped away your tears, holding the letter close as though it were him. You let the words sink in and silently you made a promise.

You’d keep going and do the best you could, you’ll be the best version of yourself when he returns because he gave you the ability to grow much like water does a flower.

And even if you couldn’t say it to him, you were sure he knew…

You loved him eternally too.

[redrose10]

Hi I love your works ❤️❤️ I want a fic with yoongi with #26 and #34 propmts

I wrote this as a part two to this one. I hope that’s okay!

#26 It was you the whole time

#34 I might never get another chance to say this

Warnings: Angst, one swear word

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The ride to the airport gave you a lot of time to think. You thought a little about your new job and your new home. Mostly you thought about Yoongi. You wondered how his wedding reception was going. Jin was probably dancing on top of a table already which made you laugh at the thought. Hopefully Yoongi was having fun.

You knew he probably realized you had left, you just hoped he wasn’t too upset about it. Your phone was still turned off from the ceremony, but you knew once it was turned on you’d have dozens of notifications from him. The thought of telling him beforehand definitely crossed your mind, but you didn’t want to ruin his big day much to the dismay of Jimin who had actively tried to convince you tell him not only about your new job, but also your love for him.

You thought it was better to quietly sneak out just like you did and handle the consequences of your actions afterwards while you were thousands of miles away from him.

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“Where is Y/N?”, Yoongi asked walking up to Jimin, “I haven’t seen her since the ceremony and she’s not answering her phone. She always answers when I call.”

Quickly Jimin took a big gulp of his drink trying to buy a few more seconds, “Uhhhh bathroom. Yes she went to the bathroom.”

“That’s what you said twenty minutes ago.”

“Well she drank a lot and has a small bladder. I don’t know what to tell you.”

Yoongi glared at Jimin making him feel uncomfortable.

“Ooohhh is that calamari?”, Jimin said before using the distraction as an excuse to quickly run away. Yoongi let out a long sigh as he ran his hands through his hair for probably the fiftieth time before getting an idea.

First he checked on his new wife making sure she was okay and letting her know he had to check on something real quick.

Once he was in a private room he took out the letter you had handed him earlier. He knew he promised not to open it until the next day, but you also promised to always answer his calls so if you can break promises so can he.

Gently he unfolded the paper. His heart skipped a beat as he read,

“Yoongi,

I’m so genuinely happy for you on your big day and I wish you and your wife nothing but happiness and joy for the rest of your lives which is why I’ve chosen to do what I’ve done. I’ve accepted a job offer thousands of miles away. I left right after your ceremony. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you beforehand. I just didn’t want to cause you heartache right before one of the happiest most important days of your life.

Ever since that day at summer camp when you made me a new necklace because mine had broke…I knew I loved you. I have loved you more than anything for so many years which is why I had to let you go, even if it meant sitting there and smiling as I watched you profess your love to someone else. Please don’t be upset with me and don’t let this ruin the celebration. Take care of yourself Yoongi.

Until we meet again some day,

Y/N”

By the end of the letter Yoongi was shaking. He stormed out of the room and made a beeline straight for Jimin shoving him in the shoulder, “You knew didn’t you?! You knew she was leaving and didn’t say anything. How could you do this to me? How could SHE do this to me?!”

“I’m sorry, but she made me promise.”, Jimin said hiding behind Namjoon who was trying to mediate and calm the situation.

“Unbelievable.”, Yoong scoffed before heading to the bar ignoring all the concerned looks.

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“Thank you”, you smiled accepting the coffee from the barista. You had a little time to spare so you decided to get a much needed coffee and a snack before your flight. Finally deciding to switch on your phone you sighed as notification after notification popped up, all from Yoongi.

His name popped up on your screen once again as another call came through. Deciding you weren’t ready to deal with that yet you turned your phone off again and put it back in your bag turning your attention back to your coffee.

It seemed that everyone on your plane decided to get in line to board at the exact same time only adding to your already irritated state. Finally after what felt life forever the line started moving.

You only took a few steps before you felt someone grab your arm. Your crankiness coming out in full blast made you pull your arm out of their grasp and spin around, “Look buddy, you’re going to have to wait in line like everyone else…Yoongi?”

To say you were shocked to see him standing there would be an understatement. He was still in his tux. His hair no longer neatly styled and his cheeks were rosy either from drinking or running, maybe both you weren’t sure.

“Yoongi what are you doing here?”

He took out the letter and pushed it against your chest, “Did you mean what you said in this?”

“You weren’t supposed to read that until tomorrow. You promised.”

“Yeah well you promised to always answer my calls so I guess we’re even.”

You rolled your eyes feeling your annoyance building, “Yes I took a new job and I’m moving.”

“You know that’s not what I’m talking about.”, he spat back.

He pulled you off to the side away from prying ears, “Did you mean what you said about loving me?”

Unable to look him in the eyes you nodded.

“Fuck Y/N, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

The line for your plane was moving faster so you picked up your carryon bag, “Look I have to go Yoongi. I’ll call you when I land and we can talk then.”

You tried to walk away but he grabbed your arm once again pulling you closer, “Y/N please, If I don’t say this now I might never get another chance to say this.”

You dropped your bag once again giving him the chance to speak.

“I love you Y/N. I’ve loved you ever since that same day at camp when your face lit up after I handed you the necklace. I’m sorry I’m an idiot and never told you. I was scared and didn’t want to loose you as a friend so I buried my feelings deep down and tried to find love elsewhere, but I can’t loose you now. I need you. I need you here with me. It was you the whole time.”

You shook your head, “Yoongi you just got married.”

“I know. I’ll take care of it. She’s the innocent one in all of this so I’ll apologize and make sure she’s taken care of. Honestly I think she was kind of suspicious anyways. Please Y/N. I’m so sorry it ended up like this, but I need you to know how much I love you and I want you.”

You bit your lip trying to prevent your tears from falling but it was no use. You shook your head before picking up your bag again, “I’m sorry Yoongi. I can’t be the one that breaks up your marriage. We both made our choices and now we have to move forward with them. Take care of yourself. Go home and enjoy your new married life. I’ll be okay on my own.”

Taking a deep breath before you turned around and hurried over to the gate making it at the last minute. The flight attendant checked you in and stepped aside for you to enter.

You turned around to give Yoongi one last look feeling your heart shatter at the sight of him with his hands in his pockets as tears fell down his cheeks. He nodded and gave you a familiar forced smile before you turned around hearing the door close behind you.

[smolwritingchick]

Smol Brainstorm/Oneshot: Just Let Me Get It Out Of My System

Words: 4,000+

Author's Note: Ok Ok do you remember when Jungkook rapped Ddaeng? When he did this and I saw it years ago this idea sparked in my head. This has some smut in it so if you're not into smut then just ignore it. I actually really liked this and hope to put it in the story when I get to that point after tweaking it once again. So here, let this hold ya!

This would take place well after JenKook are established in pleasuring each other. Both of them are confident in bed and know each other's bodies well by this point. I feel like Jennie would be a switch and once in a while act bratty at times in bed. I kind of get brat tamer vibes from this scenario. Kinda?? In this, she definitely wanted to be in control this time around but Jungkook had other plans when she drove him crazy, lol.

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Nah...this was not OK. Nowhere near OK.

How dare he? Does he not understand how this was making her feel?

There Jen stood on stage watching along with the rest of the members as Jungkook rapped a part of Ddaeng. Aggressively might she add. He rapped so well. Jungkook always gave it 1000%. But his appearance was beginning to distract her while she attempted to put how sexy he looked in the back of her mind.

She failed instantly. 

Usually, she would not act this way about him on stage but tonight it was just something about him that was making her feel some type of way. A type of way that made her feel a familiar ache between her legs.

‘What he so loud for?’ she thought, mesmerized as she watched him.

Was it his hair? How fluffy it appeared and framed his handsome features?

She loved that he was growing it out. It gave her extra excuses to run her fingers through it. Long hair suited him well and it seemed like he wasn’t going to be cutting it, anytime soon. If not the hair, was it his voice? He sounded sexy when rapping.

‘Not the time or place, sis,’ she scolded herself, attempting to push the dirty thoughts away.

Okay, but what about his outfit? Because damn, he was looking good. 

Actually, screw it. It was all of the above and again, it was not OK.

Miss Bangtan went on to turn her attention to the crowd, hyping them up with the rest of the members because of how her body was getting worked up. She needed to keep it professional and put these aroused thoughts in the back of her mind.

One thing is for sure, she was going to get this man alone, tonight. No ifs, ands, or buts. Nobody was going to ruin her impromptu dick appointment.

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After the show, the members were safely dropped off at the hotel, coming off from the excitement of the fifth muster. They chatted amongst themselves about the show and what they wanted to eat.

“All right, Korean BBQ it is. Make sure you’re ready in 20.” Namjoon confirmed what they were eating for a late dinner.

“We’ll meet at the lobby,” Yoongi added as they all agreed.

On the floor where their rooms were, Jennie walked behind the guys and Jungkook walked beside her. All those dirty thoughts she had about him this evening came back as she impatiently waited for an opportunity to get him alone. Once the guys were distracted with their own conversations as they walked down the hall, Jennie firmly grabbed Jungkook's hand and began to lead him in a different direction. The direction of her room as they left the rest behind, who were oblivious of their absence. 

“Babe?” Jungkook asked softly.

If only he knew how hard it was to not jump his bones right there...

When she didn't answer him, he raised an eyebrow and watched her curiously as she led him to the door of her room. The room she had all to herself after beating the members in rock, paper, scissors. Once she opened it, she let him go in first and quickly followed in. It was a master suite and Jungkook understood why the members were profoundly upset when Jennie won the game. The room was huge with a dining table, king sized bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen area. 

After tossing his bag on the couch, he turned around to see Jennie tossing her room key and bag on the floor. 

“What—” before he could finish his sentence, her lips crashed against his, hurriedly. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck, smooching him for dear life as she held him close. Before he knew it, her tongue had eased its way to brush up against his. The heated gesture prompted him to kiss back, placing his hands on her hips. Whatever had gotten into her, he wasn't complaining.

Pulling away to breathe, her hands roamed over to his jacket, yanking it off. She then proceeded to walk him back to where the bedroom was.

Wasting no time, she lightly shoved him on the king-sized bed. She watched as his back hit the soft sheets while the sounds of his soft panting filled her ears. He looked taken aback by her behavior and prompted himself up on his elbows.

She glanced at his lap. It looked enticing with his legs spread out. Just waiting for her to take a seat. After removing his black bucket hat and tossing it aside, he watched as she stripped down to her underwear. With hungry eyes, he stared at her exposed skin, feeling his jeans getting tighter.

They're supposed to meet everyone in the lobby in less than 20 minutes, right? Well, everyone was going to have to wait.

No longer wondering what was happening, he sat up and reached out for her.

"Get over here," he demanded in a low voice, pulling her to him by the hand. 

With him on the edge of the bed, she straddled him, placing her knees on each side of him. She closed the gap, kissing him again, hands roaming down his chest. She felt that a few buttons were unbuttoned from his shirt. Feeling impatient, she ripped open his shirt and the loud pop of buttons filled their ears. The buttons flew all over the floor and she quickly peeled the shirt off, tossing it away.

Cupping his face, she went in for a deep kiss, while his hands slowly roamed down her body. The sensations between her legs became prominent once she began grinding into him. The action caused Jungkook to groan softly into the kiss, gripping her hips tighter.

"Baby..." he breathed out against her lips once she moved again.

If she kept this up, he wasn't going to be able to control what he was going to do to her. Whatever her intentions were, her being in charge of this was on thin ice. 

Not when she teased him like this.

The Golden Maknae definitely planned to take over soon. But for now, he allowed her to have her fun and let her believe that she would dominate tonight. Jennie moved at a slow pace, driving him crazy. The more she moved, the more she felt him hardening. Just what she wanted.

Everything she was doing with him felt good as her need for him grew. She needed him badly and already felt ready for him as her panties were soaked. They hardly did anything yet he had this effect on her. Pulling back, her lips traveled down to his neck while his breathing became more audible. He let out a few curses as she lightly nipped and sucked on his neck until she found his sweet spot.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips when he moved his hips harder against hers. It seemed like he wanted this as much as she did, meeting his lustful gaze.

“You rapping tonight was too sexy,” she spoke up. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting to get you alone? How much I’ve been wanting to ride you?”

That made him widen his eyes. Sure she topped before but he had never seen her in this state of mind after a show. He made her like this because of the way he rapped, tonight?

“Just...just let me get this out of my system and then we can meet with the guys, all right?" she proposed, with urgency in her voice. "Right now, I need you. And I need you to fuck me. Can you do that for me?”

All she wanted was a quickie. She wanted to get railed and then get ready to go out to eat. 

Processing her words, Jungkook couldn’t help but chuckle and slowly lick his lips. His doe eyes darkened as he suggestively raised an eyebrow. She squirmed at the sight of the tempting smirk on his features.

He leaned over to her ear, making her shiver. "You need me that bad, huh? I can do that for you."

That's all she needed to hear as she softly bit her bottom lip and pushed him back down on the bed. He watched as she went to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

"Follow my lead," she answered and she pulled his pants and boxers down.

'I'll follow your lead for now. But we're both going to know who is leading tonight when I'm done letting you have your fun,' he thought to himself as very physical ideas popped into his head.

She heard him mention that he had condoms somewhere in his bag, but she shook her head and took out one from her bra, handing it to him. 

"Came prepared," she said proudly as he proceeded to put it on his length.

She was so ready to sit on him but before they could proceed, they heard her phone ringing from her pants. Annoyance briefly flashed on Jennie's face as she had a feeling who was calling. 

"Answer it," Jungkook stated.

"Answer it? Are you going to stay quiet when I talk?" 

"Maybe," he grinned mischievously as he sat up, getting close to her face.

"Kookie..." she warned, earning a light chuckle from him.

She reached over to her jeans while he held her so she wouldn't fall over. Back safely on his lap with her phone in her hands, she looked at the called ID. Surprisingly it was Namjoon and not Jin who called.

"Yeah?" she answered.

"Nini, you almost ready? We're downstairs waiting," his deep voice filled her ears.

"Um...go without us, we'll catch up, Namjoon," she replied while he immediately understood.

He laughed at her statement. "Okay. Don't be too long,"

"Give me the phone," she heard Jin in the background. It sounded like he snatched the phone from him as he began to ask questions. "Where in the world are you? Are you almost ready?! We're waiting!"

Before she could answer, Jungkook took the opportunity to trail light kisses around her neck, making her eyes flutter. 

"Are you there, Jennie? Hello? Are you seriously ignoring World Wide Handsome Jin?"

She cleared her throat, pulling away while giving Jungkook a warning glance. He was going to get it for being this playful in a situation like this.

"...yes...I'm still here, Jin," she put an emphasis on his name as a signal to Jungkook. But he didn't care and persisted in kissing and nipping at her neck.

This little shit...

Jennie fought back the moan that threatened to escape. One wrong sound and it was over. Jungkook didn't seem to mind. He always loved a challenge and the thrill of getting caught these days. 

“We're all waiting in the lobby. I want my BBQ, so hurry it up, will you?" Jin exclaimed.

Struggling not to make any sounds from what her man was doing, she stammered, “So-rry. Be down in-a-few!”

“You sound weird. Is everything okay?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

She should have just hung up right then and there because Jungkook began to laugh. 

“Hey! Why is that troublemaker laughing? Jungkook is with you? What are you two doing?!" the oldest member demanded.

"Let's give her another five minutes. If not then she'll just meet us there. You know how she likes to take forever getting ready for things," Namjoon grabbed the phone back, trying to ease the situation for the young lovers.

She heard him end the call as she shook her head and tossed her phone on the bed.

"I can't stand you for doing that,"' she playfully scolded Jungkook.

"It's fun messing with him," he responded and pulled her in for another heated kiss.

She pushed him back down to continue where they had stopped.

"We don't need much foreplay, I'm already ready for you," she admitted, biting her bottom lip softly.

“Yeah, I can feel it. All this from me rapping? I'll make sure to do it again,” he looked pleased to be the one to get her like this.

"You might have to," she said before letting out a sharp gasp when she slowly sat down on his length.

She let out a curse and used his chest for support. When he felt her sit down, he let out a breathy moan and threw his head back. She felt so good around him. Something he'll never get enough of.

"Go slow for me," he directed. "I want to see you enjoy yourself,"

He knew how much she wanted to go fast to get a quick release. The whole point was to have a quickie but he wanted to take it slow first. Regardless, he was going to make it worth it.

His statement made her feel flushed. Over the past few years, his confidence in their intimacy has grown with patience and communication. And he had always made her feel sexy. This time was no exception.

At a slow pace, she moved up and down, closing her eyes in bliss. It had been a while since she topped and she almost forgot how good it felt as soft moans fell from her lips. Jungkook watched in delight as her face scrunched up in pleasure, enjoying the view. After a while, she had found a steady rhythm, bouncing on him, sensually. He was captivated by her. A gorgeous view all to himself. His warm hands roamed around her body as he gazed intently into her eyes.

"That's it...keep going. You look beautiful like this," he admired her.

His hands wandered around her chest. The yellow set she had on complimented her dark skin and he contemplated ripping it off and flipping her over. Finally joining in, he gripped her hips to guide her. As he lifted his hips up, he guided her down to meet his. The movement caused her to whimper his name loudly and he slightly increased the pace.

"You always take me so well,” he praised.

His words made her involuntarily clench around him and he let out a loud moan, slowing down his movements. The way he sounded made her squirm. It was so sexy, she wanted to hear it again. Jungkook, however, was about to snap and gave her a dark, sensuous gaze.

"Jennie...if you do that again, you're going to be in trouble," he warned with a growl.

Did he just...growl underneath her? That sounded even hotter.

"Am I?" she asked innocently.

"Try me,"

She was amused to see him like this. He was the one who messed with her first when she was on the phone, so why not have a little payback?

Jen had no clue what she was in for because Jungkook was always unpredictable in and out of the bedroom. But she took a chance and chose to be hard-headed as she clenched around him again.

Jungkook growled out a loud curse and swiftly sat up, taking her by surprise. Having enough, he gripped her hips and guided her up and down at a faster pace. Snapping his strong hips up against hers, he made her cry out louder than she ever had tonight. She dug her nails into his back and held onto him for dear life. He wasn't kidding when he said she would be in trouble. She was becoming undone by each deep thrust as desperate whimpers escaped her along with his heavy breaths.

"Are you close?" he asked, picking up the pace as he loved how she responded to him.

"Fuck...J-J..." she whined.

She felt herself getting close, feeling an overwhelming amount of pleasure.

"Does it feel too good? You don't want me to stop, do you?" he teased.

She couldn't speak as she shook her head.

"Use your words, baby girl," he demanded.

"N-no, don't st-op-ah!"

Feeling her high approaching, the ecstasy of his thrusts began to make her squirm. It felt so good. So good. But she felt like she wasn't going to be able to withstand it any longer. Jungkook felt her writhe and try to get out of his grip while he proceeded to make her into a moaning mess with his hips.

"Mm-mm," he shook his head and enveloped his arms around her waist firmly. "Remember what you asked for. Isn't this what you wanted?"

He wanted to put her pleasure first and she was going to take it.

"You're not getting off of me until you're fully satisfied," he said as she clung onto him again, scratching his back.

It boosted his pride to see and hear her like this. He knew he was doing his job right, giving her what she wanted.

"You can do it," he encouraged as he felt that she was going to release any moment. "You can handle it. Just let go, baby. Let go for me,"

That was all she needed to hear as she cried out his name, release washing over her. Jennie's body trembled fiercely from how strong her high was because of him. Jungkook's release followed as a low moan escaped him, slowing down his movements. While he stopped thrusting, breathing heavily against her neck, he noticed her body was still shuddering. All because of him and it was a spectacle he wanted to see more often if he could do what he just did again.

"Good girl..." he praised as he felt her shakes come to an end. 

Once their breathing slowed down, she let a low chuckle, murmuring, "Shit..."

She had to take a moment to recollect herself. Fucked up was an understatement but she was well pleased. She never had such an intensified release like this. No matter how much she scratched and pulled his hair, he wouldn't let up and got her to this state. Moving away from his neck, she went in to kiss him, taking in the moment. Gosh, she loved him.

Taking a look at her, Jungkook regarded her cheeks looking wet. Had she been crying? The pleasure felt so good she had shed some tears.

"You okay?" he asked tenderly, wiping her tears with his thumb.

“Mm-hm. I feel great thanks to you. I just hope I can walk," she lightly joked.

"I'll carry you if you can't," he grinned.

"How will we explain that to the guys?"

"You hit your leg on the table of your suite," he suggested, making her chuckle.

"What about you? Are you okay?” she brushed his hair back that was sticking to his forehead.

“I am now that you’re feeling good. Remind me to rap more often to get you like this,"

She got off of him and felt that her legs were a bit wobbly but she managed to walk. Glancing at the floor, she noticed the buttons of his shirt scattered around.

“Oh no,” she said, embarrassed, "I did it again! I should really stop doing that so I won't have to keep buying you shirts to replace the ones I rip,"

She had a bad track record of ripping some of his shirts when they got too passionate. 

“Don’t worry about it," Jungkook smiled in reassurance after he threw away the condom. "I love it when you do it. Let's shower,"

"All right. And we need to think of an alibi. I'm thinking this time we can be late because we were shopping for snacks at a store. I'll buy extra snacks for Jin. You know once he sees them, he forgets about everything else,"

He grinned at the idea. "Believable. I'll get the shower ready,"

After gathering the outfit she was going to wear, Jennie went to meet Jungkook in the bathroom and noticed some of the scratches she made on his back. 

"Oh gosh, your back," she pointed out, feeling a little bad.

"Hm?" he turned and checked out his back in the bathroom mirror.

A few visible scratches from their physical activity. Nothing bad at all. In fact, he liked them.

"It's a sign I did a good job," he said, feeling cocky. "I mean you were shaking because of me,"

He watched as she playfully rolled her eyes while her cheeks burned up at the thought. He was not going to forget making her tremble tonight. No way. Not the way her body reacted to him. She was not going to hear the end of it.

“How’s the water?” she asked, looking at the shower that was running. 

Her shower playlist from her speaker played in the background as she awaited his response. 

“Nice and ready for us,” he gestured for her to go in first after she stripped out of her bra and panties.

But when she stepped in and felt the water hit her, she yelped and jumped out.

“Jungkook! What the hell!? It’s freezing cold!”

The Golden Maknae laughed loudly at how startled she was and blocked her ongoing punches. She was so easy to mess with.

“Annoying~! Cut it out!" she laughed and changed the water setting so it could heat up.

When they got in, Jungkook continued his playful behavior.

"Oh my gosh, would you move?" she complained as he purposely blocked her way so she couldn't reach her body wash. 

"What? I'm not doing anything," he replied innocently. "Oh, you're reaching for this?" he grabbed the body wash.

"Yes, give it," she reached out for it but he lifted his arm up high.

"A kiss first," he negotiated.

She gave him another glare as he puckered his lips. Closing the gap, she gave him the lip lock he wanted. When they pulled away, he smiled victoriously and handed her the body wash. They helped wash each other as the hot water relaxed their bodies. The shower was enjoyable and they danced and sang 'Done For Me' by Charlie Puth and Kehlani. 

Feeling him poke her butt for the third time of their shower, she retaliated by smacking his. Her hit caused him to yelp while she giggled at his reaction. Following Jungkook rinsing off, he almost slipped which made her laugh wholeheartedly. 

“Not funny!"

“That’s what you get for putting cold water on me," she stuck her tongue out at him.

After getting out of the shower and getting situated, Jennie checked her phone to see a message from Namjoon not too long ago. It was to inform her that they went on to the restaurant. At least they wouldn't be super late. 

She put on a white tank top, jeans, and her Nike brand sneakers she had released. She noticed that Jungkook had coordinated with her, wearing his white shirt, Timberlands, and jeans. She placed his large black hoodie on herself, so she could stay warm if the store's air conditioning was too cool for her skin. 

"And before we forget. Concealer," she remembered. 

Jungkook took a seat on the toilet and watched as she placed her dark colored concealer and his on the bathroom counter. Approaching him, she went to take care of concealing his neck first so they could hide their passionate marks.

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When they made it to the store, they grabbed a cart and explored the aisles.

"Okay...those chips Jin likes have to be somewhere," Jennie murmured while Jungkook pushed the cart. "Ah-ha!"

She placed two bags in the cart. "Oh, and these. Tae eats these cookies. I tried them and it's pretty good. Have you?"

"Yeah, but I've been wanting to eat your cookies, again. Can you bake soon? I can help if you want," he asked.

She smiled at the idea, "Yeah, let's do that. Might as well buy some cookie mix while we're in here,"

Fooling around, Jennie sat inside the cart, careful not to crush the snacks. She enjoyed riding in the cart while Jungkook pushed it through each aisle. Before they went to check out their items, he took out his phone to take a selfie. He held the camera up high and stood in front of the cart. He had a silly expression on his face while Jennie posed excitedly with all the snacks, holding up a few bags of chips and candy. After clicking away, he stood beside her to check out the pictures. They laughed at how silly they looked and she encouraged him to post it on Twitter.

He tweeted the photo with the caption, 'Snacks! Nom Nom Nom! #JK'

Tweets under JenKook's selfie came through at a rapid rate, with ARMY gushing over the couple.

‘Omg they’re so cute'

'You two look perfect together'

'awwwwww'

'wtf this is so cute'

'golden duo at it again'

'they look so happy'

'Jennie is in the cart hahaha'

'omg another JenKook post! Finally! We were starving!'

'This is typical JenKook energy lol'

The members, who were already seated at the restaurant and on their phones, saw the post. They began to tweet out their reactions, making ARMY laugh at their banter.

‘Are you telling me you kids have been snack shopping this entire time while we're waiting for you to eat? #Suga'

'Kekekeke. #V'

'Share! #JM'

'YOU'VE BEEN AT THE STORE ALL THIS TIME!? #Jin'

‘Hurry up so we can eat! #Jin'

‘LOL! We’re on our way, sheesh #Jen’

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Be Mine

Pairing- Hobi x Named Reader

Word count- 4.6k

Includes- Fingering, oral, pussy eating, blow job, deepthroating, cum eating, marking, riding, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Hobi POV

I stare at her

I can’t keep my eyes off her

She’s not even doing anything special, just sitting in my room at the dorm surfing the web

It’s just me and her here.

The guys went out to eat.

They asked me if I wanted to go and I did but I’m so far behind in writing my lyrics for our new songs that I decided to stay

She said she’d keep me company

So we’re in my room, me on my bed with my notebook and her at my computer

I can’t concentrate

I can never concentrate when she’s in the room

She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met

She’s short and beautiful

Her black hair is long and her dark brown eyes always shine

She has a tattoo sleeve on her right arm and scattered tattoos on her left.

She also has double eyebrow rings on her right eyebrow, which I hate on everyone else but love on her

Her personality is nothing like I’ve see either.

She’s feisty and doesn’t take anyone’s shit.. She proved that the minute she walked into our photo shoot and was announced as our new makeup artist three years ago.

She came in looking tough and honestly scary.

That day Yoongi was in a bad mood.

When he made a snarky comment in English about BigHit being desperate that they hired an American makeup artist she snapped back.

“Really? I don’t see your qualifications to determine what makes a good makeup artist. From what I see BigHit did everything to make this job worth my while because of my skill. I left an amazing job on "The Walking Dead” to put make up on singers and rappers. And I don’t need lip from said rappers and singers on some thing they have no idea about. So how about you stick to rapping and let me handle my job?“

Then she started talking in Spanish.

To herself I guess.

All of us had our mouths hanging open in surprise.

Surprised that she had the guts to answer Yoongi back.

Usually no one says anything to us.

Yoongi looked just as surprised and pissed off.

I don’t know if he understood what she said.

I got parts of it but anyone can tell by the tone of her voice and her body language she was pissed.

"Look I really don’t care how famous you are. I don’t take shit from anyone and I don’t let people walk all over me. If you respect me, I’ll respect you ten times over and will bend over backwards for you or to help you. If you fuck with me, be prepared to get fucked back.”

“Well then, I promise not to fuck with you”, Namjoon said

She nods

“I was told to do Yoongi, Hoseok and Jungkook’s makeup?”

“Yea Yoongi’s the one who made the comment.”, Namjoon says

“Great I’ll start with him”, she smirks

Namjoon translated every thing she said and Yoongi paled.

After that none of us gave her a problem and were afraid to talk to her at first.

But after awhile Namjoon started talking to her since he spoke fluent English.

And she was friendly and nice

Turns out she meant what she said.

If we were nice and respected her she reciprocated ten times over.

Even Yoongi apologized and they were cool.

She became one of our best friends

She is tough but once you get to know her she’s very loving, caring, funny and sweet.

Just don’t get her angry because then there will be hell to pay.

And when she starts going off in Spanish, it’s best to steer clear

So I’m in love with her

I fell for her the second she walked into that photo shoot

So imagine my disbelief when I found out that she slept with Namjoon and Yoongi.

Apparently, as they say, because she didn’t tell me, they did, it was only a one night stand.

Namjoon was teaching her Korean since she moved here three years ago.

She wanted to learn and he really was the only one who could help her since he spoke English and Korean.

She picked it up quickly and studied a lot to become better.

She basically fluent in speaking it and getting better at reading it

Namjoon told me that it happened one night while he was quizzing her in Korean.

He just kissed her and it went from there

The same with Yoongi.

She was in his studio.

He wanted to play the song he was working on and get her opinion.

While she was leaning over him as he explained the song on the computer and looking at the screen,

Yoongi said he stood up and kissed her.

It wasn’t planned and neither was the sex.

It just happened.

All this happened the first year she was here and hasn’t happened since.

She didn’t sleep with any of the other members and she doesn’t have a boyfriend.

I just found this out a few weeks ago when Namjoon let it slip.

Of course I’m pissed off and jealous but she’s not my girlfriend.

She can do what she wants

I wonder why she never slept with me though.

We’ve been alone together a lot of times.

We’ve fallen asleep together and cuddled during movies.

I’ve held her hand, kissed her cheek and nothing, not even hinted she was interested.

And I can’t help but wonder if it’s something about me.

Is something wrong with me?

Or does she just not want me?

These are the thoughts in my head as I watch her

She giggles at something on the computer

I love her laugh.

I can listen to it all day

She catches my gaze and smiles at me

“You ok Hobi? Having trouble?”

“Uh, yea a little.”, I answer, looking away embarrassed at getting caught looking at her

“You want help?”

“No, I’m good thanks”

“Ok. Let me know if you want any help though”, she says

“I will”

She turns her attention back to the computer

I want her.

I’m not gonna lie.

I thought about what sex would be like with her a million times

I love her but I know she doesn’t love me.

Not like how I love her

But if the only thing I can ever get is one night with her, then I want it.

So I decide to go for it

“Uh Jo?”, I ask

Yeah Hobi?”, she turns her attention to me

“Would you uh, I mean do you..”, I stammer

Fuck

I can’t do this

“What Hobi?”

“Uh nevermind”, I mutter

“C'mon Hobi. Tell me, you can tell me anything”, she urges

Fuck

Fine

I look down at the floor

“Do you uh want to have sex with me?”

Silence

I should of known.

I shouldn’t of ever asked

“Neverm-”, I start to say right as she said, “Yes”

“Wait what?”, I asked surprised

“Yes Hobi. I want to”, she says blushing

“You do?”

I’m totally caught off guard

“Yes. I’ve wanted to for awhile”, she answers turning redder

“Seriously?”

She nods

I can’t help it, I smile at her.

She wants me.

I’ve never been more happy.

She gives me a small smile then comes over where I am on my bed.

She climbs on my lap, one leg on each side of me, straddling me, my hands going to her waist

Holy shit

This is really happening.

She looks at me and smiles, reaching up and touching my cheek, looking in my eyes

I stare at hers, drowning in the beautiful brown of her eyes

Her hand goes in to my hair and she runs her fingers through it a few times

I close my eyes and shiver from her touch.

When I open them, I see her watching me

Then she leans in closer and presses her lips to mine.

The second they touch mine, heat runs though my body and stars explode in my vision.

I’ve never felt this way when being kissed.

By anyone

I pull her closer to me and deepen the kiss.

She opens her mouth for me and I slide my tongue in, caressing hers

Fuck she taste sweet

She kisses me harder, her tongue sliding on mine, her hands flying up to my hair.

I groan when she tugs on my hair

“Hobi”, she moans, making me harder than I was before.

“Hobi, I want you now”, she whispers

I want her now too

My hands grab the hem of her shirt and I pull it over her head, my lips reattaching to hers the second the fabric is over her head.

My hands start touching her all over

She grabs my shirt and takes it of me while I unclasp her bra, taking it off.

I turn and roll so she’s on the bed on her back.

Sitting up, I finally look at her

Fuck, her body is so sexy

I see things I never knew she had and just stare.

She has her belly pierced which is such a turn on.

She also has a tattoo on her side that I’ve never seen.

It's large and takes up her entire right side of her torso and ribs.

I run my hand down it and she trembles at my touch

She has huge breasts, that are perfectly circular and her nipples are hard.

And both of them are pierced

Fuck

That’s hot

I look at her and see the that she’s looking at me and my body the same way I’m looking at her.

I like that she’s looking at me like that.

It’s nice to have someone do that

To everyone else, I’m the funny, adorable sunshine J-Hope.

I’m almost never called hot or sexy as much as Jungkook, Tae, Jimin and Yoongi are.

I’m cute and adorable, not hot or sexy

But the way she's looking at me, like I’m the sexiest thing in the world, makes me happy.

She reaches up and touches my abs and then chest muscles that I happen to have now.

I’m glad I can be with her before they inevitably go away.

It’s hard to keep abs on my body

“You’re so fucking hot”, she whispers

“I have abs now”, I reply

She gives me a weird look then sits up

“Hobi..I don’t care about abs, if you have them or not”, she says

“You don’t?”

“No Hobi. Having abs doesn’t make you hot. The way you are, you’re personality, how funny you are, how sweet and caring and lovable, those things make you hot. The fact that you’re beautiful and have an amazing body, abs or not, is just a bonus.”, she explains

“I..I….”, I stutter

I can’t believe she’s saying this.

She’s the best girl I’ve ever known

“Anyone who cares about abs or looks is superficial and doesn’t deserve you. You have the best personality and that’s why I fell in love with you, not because of stupid abs.”, she says

I nod, freezing, realizing what she just said

She’s in love with me?

She feels the same?

Is this a joke?

Cuz it’s too good to be true

“You….You’re in love with me?”, I whisper

Her eyes widened, like she just realized what she said

“I..uh…I”, she stutters looking around

Then she sighs and mumbles, “Fuck it”

She looks back at me and says, “Yes Hoseok, I’m in love with you. I have been for the past two years”

I’m completely shocked and elated that she said this

“I know you don’t feel the same, and I was never going to tell you-”, she starts

“You’re wrong”, I tell her

“What?”, she asks confused

“You’re wrong. I do feel the same. I’m in love with you too. I have been since the second you walked in the photo shoot and told Yoongi off, three years ago.”, I confess

“Are you being serious? This isn’t a jokeright?”, she asks worried, “Because if it is it’s really not funny”

“No Jo. It’s not a joke. I love you”, I tell her

I can’t believe this is happening.

I’m getting the girl of my dreams.

If I ask her that is

“So does this mean you can be mine?”, I ask suddenly shy

“Yes Hobi. I want that very much”, she smiles

I feel my face break out in to a smile

I grab her and kiss her like I’m never going to let her go

Because I’m not

She kisses me back just as fiercely

I break the kiss and kiss down her neck to her collarbone, then to her shoulders.

She’s finally mine.

I’m so happy

I gently push her back so she’s laying down again

“I want to make my girl feel good”, I whisper to her

“Hobi”, she sighs

“Shhh Baby. I want to. Will you let me?”

She nods.

I’ve never felt like this with sex before.

I honestly don’t care about me or even if I cum tonight.

I just want to make her feel good and make her cum over and over

However I can

With every other person I just wanted to orgasm and then that was it.

Yeah I made sure they did too, I’m not an asshole.

I think I’ve only gone down on one girl.

But I can’t wait to do it to her

I want to make her shake and moan and scream in pleasure.

I want to watch her cum over and over.

I want to feel it.

And if I do, great.

But it’s not a priority this time

I pull at her shorts and slowly take them off.

She’s wearing some lacy panties thing that doesn’t cover anything and instead of taking it off, I just rip it off her body

“Fuck Hobi, that’s so hot”

I smirk at her, then open her legs.

I look down at her and see she’s so wet.

Fuck.

It’s one of the best sights I’ve seen in my life

“Baby is that for me?”, I ask

She nods

“Do I make you this wet?”

She nods again

I touch her and she jumps

“It’s ok baby relax”, I say

Slowly I push two of my fingers in her pussy and she moans.

Fuck, she feels so goddamn tight.

I start to move my fingers in and out and she groans

God I love the sounds she’s making

After a few minutes I take my fingers out and move them to her clit.

I start rubbing and massaging her and she yells out in pleasure.

I keep touching her until she starts shaking

“Are you going to cum baby?”

She nods

“Good girl”

She shouts out as she cums

I watch her pussy as she does, watching her cum soak my sheets.

Holy shit.

I’ve never be so turned on so much.

And my first thought is: I want it in my mouth

So I lean down and lick her cum off her

Shit

Fuck

It tastes so good, so sweet and I want more.

I move her to the edge of the bed, then I kneel on the floor

“Hobi”, she says

“Shh. I want to lick you.”

“Hobi”, she says again as I lick her from the bottom of her pussy to her clit

“Fuck”, she screams

I move my tongue all around her, swirling around, up and down.

I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue and she screams so loudly

So that’s where she likes it most.

I put my mouth around it and suck

“Ahhhh”, she yells

Is that where you like it baby?”

“Yeah Hobi, fuck right there, don’t stop”, she whines

“Ok I won’t baby”

Then I suck her clit hard and she cries out

“God Hoseok!”

I keep playing with her clit in my mouth and she gets louder and louder

“I want you to cum”, I tell her, “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes fuck yes Hobi”

I lick her rapidly and I feel her getting closer

I hit the spot she likes on her clit and she screams, “Hoseok!”

She cums in my mouth and I can’t get enough of it.

I swallow it and go back to lick more.

I’ll never get tired of the taste of her

She’s screaming, “More Hobi, more, don’t stop, please don’t stop. More”, as she slides her hand into my hair and pulls

Fuck I love when she pulls my hair.

She wants more and I give it to her.

She cums again, then again and then a fourth time.

And each time I lick up her cum like it’s candy.

Because to me it is

She relaxes a little but I want more

“I want more baby. Please, I gave you more, can I have more?”

“Mm..mm..more what Hobi?”

“More of you’re cum.

It tastes so good and I want it in my mouth”

“Fuck Hobi, that’s fucking hot” she moans

“Can I have more?”, I ask again

I’m not asking to be hot, I really want more

“You can have as much as you want baby”, she replies

I look up at her and she’s smirking

Two can play that

“Good because I want a lot”

Then I go back to licking and sucking.

I get her to cum two more times and I’m working on the third time, when I get an idea of something I want to try as she cums

I hear her moaning louder and louder and I know she’s about to go.

Right before she does, I slide my tongue inside her pussy and move it around

“Hoseok” she screams and this time her cum soaks my tongue as her pussy clenches and pulls it

I moan at the taste and sensation.

I only take my tongue out when she relaxes and lets go of it

“Fuck Hobi, that was…fuck..”, she says

I smile at her

“You’re amazing with your tongue baby”

“Thanks. I’ve only done that once so its nice to hear I’m good at it”

“No shit only once? You’re like a pro”, she praises

“Yeah well I didn’t like doing it so I stopped quickly”

“Oh Hobi. If you don’t like doing it then you really don’t have to”, she says looking concerned

“No Jo. I didn’t like doing it to her. I love doing it to you. I can eat you out all day”, I smirk

“Are you sure?”, she asks looking doubtful

Positive. Why would I beg you for more if I didn’t like it?”

“I guess”

“I promise you Jo, I love doing it to you.

"Ok Hobi.”

She smirks at me

Then she tackles me and pins me under her.

She kissed my neck and I moan from how good it feels.

I can never get enough of her kisses

“Now I’m gonna make you feel good”, she says

“You don’t-”, I start but she puts her fingers on my lips

“No Hobi. I want my boyfriend to be satisfied. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t?”

Her boyfriend.

That’s me.

I’m her boyfriend.

I’m still in awe of that.

That she’s mine and I’m hers

She leans down and kisses me, her tongue in my mouth.

I moan and as she pulls away she grabs my bottom lip with her teeth and gently bites

Fuck

That’s amazing

“I like to bite Hobi. Is that ok?”

“Yes, yes!” I moan so turned on, “You can bite me anywhere”

She kisses my body, gently nibbling on me but when she gets to my bicep she bites down harder and I groan in pleasure

It doesn’t hurt, it feels good

She continues kissing me down my body, her hands pulling at my pants.

She sits up and in one motion pulls my boxers and pants off

“Fuck Hobi”

“What?”, I ask, leaning up and seeing her stare at my dick

“You’re so big. Bigger than anyone I’ve been with”

Really?

For some reason that makes me really happy.

She’s still staring at it, while she licks her lips absentmindedly.

I almost cum from watching that and I know some pre-cum probably came out.

She doesn’t even have to touch me to get me to orgasm

It amazes me how my body responds to her.

And how hers responds to me.

I watch as she leans over and licks me from the base to the tip.

God

Fuck

She wraps her mouth over my cock and she sucks hard

“Shit”, I cry out

She starts moving her head fast, sucking and licking at the same time.

She moves up and massages the underside of my head with her tongue

“God that feels amazing baby!”, I yell

Then I watch as she leans all the way down and takes my full length in her mouth, deep throating me

Holy shit

That’s fucking amazing.

She sucks and I feel my cock all the way in her throat.

I’m very surprised that she doesn’t gag, she just keeps on sucking.

She lets go and looks at me

“Fuck my mouth Hobi”

“Wha..what?”

“Fuck my mouth. I want you to fuck me hard as you can. I want to feel your cock slide in and out of my throat.”

“I..uh..I”, I say incoherently, so fucking turned on

“Please?”, she asks and I nod

She takes me half way in her mouth and waits.

I snap my hips up and I feel my dick hit the back of her throat and go down a little farther

“Fuck!”, I shout as she moans

I start moving, in and out of her throat and it feels incredible.

She’s moaning while I do it.

I slide my hand to touch her pussy and feel that she’s all wet again.

Holy shit she likes this.

My other hand grabs her hair and wraps it in a ponytail around my hand and I can’t help but pull everytime I move

I feel her sucking as I move and before I know it I’m screaming her name, coming down her throat.

I feel her swallowing and it pulls on my cock, making me cum more.

I collapse when I’m done and she sits up.

“Damn Hobi”, she says, “You taste really good baby.”

I look at her and smile

She smiles, then looks down and says, “You’re still hard”

“Yeah”

She climbs on top of me, hovering above me.

I feel her wetness slide down on my cock and I get turned on again.

I could have sex with her all day

“You want it Hobi?”

“Yes, baby, I want it”, I answer

“Ok”

She slides down onto my cock, so fucking tight and I groan as she does.

Then she starts bouncing hard and I yell out.

She tightens her pussy around me as she moves and the pleasure increase

God she knows how to work me.

I grab her hips and slam her down on me, going in so deep.

She cries out, throwing her head back and her body arching towards me.

I sit up a bit and I kiss her stomach, sucking on the skin and making a hickey on her

“Yea Hobi, mark me up, so everyone knows I’m yours”, she moans

I give her a few more hickeys on her stomach, her moaning for each one.

I lie back down and thrust my hips up so that we both meet when she’s coming down.

We both yell out and go faster

“Fuck baby you’re pussy takes my cock so well”, I shout

“Yeah baby, your cock belongs in me. Just yours and only yours”, she whines

“Yeah this is my pussy, mine to fuck, my to eat”, I growl

“Fuck Hobi!”

“Cum on my cock baby. I want to feel you pull on my cock like you did on my tongue”

She listens and as soon as I finish talking she cums on me, pussy tightening and squeezing as she screams my name

I keep slamming her on me, yelling, “Scream my name louder baby. I wanna hear you scream louder!”

“HOSEOK! HOSEOK!”, she shouts and she cums again

I slide out and roll her over on her back.

I grab legs and open them wide pounding back into her.

My bed hits the wall over and over as I ram my cock deep inside her.

I want her to cum again.

I love feeling the way her pussy grabs my cock and doesn’t let go.

I hear the door to downstairs open.

The guys must be back but we’re too far gone to care.

I slam her and shout, “Who fucks you this good?”

“You, Hobi, you!”, she screams

“Seriously?”, I hear someone downstairs

I keep fucking her as I lean down and suck on her skin leaving marks on her neck, her breasts, her shoulders, her chest, so everyone knows she’s mine.

Just like she wants me to.

I suck on her nipple and I feel her clench me.

I get back up, still ramming her hard, feeling her getting ready

“Scream baby, let everyone know who makes you feel this good, who makes you cum this hard”

“Hobi!”, she screams and I feel her cum

“Louder!”, I command

“HOSEOK, fuck, yes, HOSEOK”

I look down and as I’m moving in and out of her, I see my cock covered with her cum.

It’s so fucking hot to see

“Who is he with?”, someone else asks

“We’re not done baby”, I tell her

“Yes Hoseok, yes more! More! I want more baby!”, she yells

I put her legs on my shoulders and I get up on my knees.

From this angle I can hit her deeper.

I slam my cock deep in her pussy and she screams for more

“Harder Hoseok. Fuck me harder, don’t stop!”, she screams at the top of her lungs

“Whoever it is, he’s giving it to her good”

I move harder into her and she’s just screaming incoherently in ecstasy

I hit a spot and she shouts, “Fuck right there Hobi. Right there. Yes, fuck yes, don’t stop.”

I slam that spot again

“Right there baby?”

“Yes! YES!”

“He’s going to break his bed with all that banging”

“Is that going to make you cum again?”, I ask her

“Yes!”

“But you came so many times today baby. You want to again?”

“Yes Hobi please! Make me cum again”, she cries loudly

“Ok baby.”

I pound her spot over and over waiting for her to explode

“Be a good girl and cum for me”, I yell

“Yes Hobi yes!”, she screams and cums again this time her clenching and pulling making me cum in her

I scream her name as her pussy sucks the cum from my cock, deep inside her

“Baby! Joanne! Fuck! God! JOANNE!”, I scream in pleasure

“Joanne? Oh my god he’s with Joanne!”, someone shrieks

When we both finish and I fall on the bed beside her.

She reaches for me and I go over laying on her chest.

Her arms wrap around me, and she strokes my hair

“They stopped. Did he really have sex with Joanne?”

I roll my eyes and shout, “Do you mind if I have fun with my girlfriend?”

She laughs

“Girlfriend? What? When is she you’re girlfriend?”

“Today!”, she yells, “Hobi’s mine and I’m his so get used to hearing us!”

“Great”

She keeps playing with my hair and I start to fall asleep.

“I love you Hobi”, she says

“I love you Jo”

I lift my head and give her a soft gentle kiss

“Night baby”

“Night”

I lay back down and fall asleep in my love’s arms

[bestaez]

Strangers (Chapter Ten)

Strangers from Hell AU

Series Masterlist

pairing: ot7 x reader

genre: yandere, horror/thriller

word count: 6.7k

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!): unreliable narrator, murder, mature themes, minor character death, obsessive/possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, stalking, bullying, violence against women, blood and injuries, mc has some self-deprecating thoughts, mc is lowkey in denial.

The day stretched on for what felt like hours but in reality was only about two before the sun had finally begun to set. The weather had been so weird, bright and sunny despite the dark clouds looming in the background. Something told you that the storm you sensed coming previously was finally about to arrive - just in time, too.

You had stared out the window of the hotel as Nayeon paced on the floor in front of the bed. She had been mumbling things here and there, reaching for her phone a few times before ultimately changing her mind. She didn’t like to be out of control of the situation, that much you could tell. You had never seen your best friend so stressed - not even during exam week - and you have to admit you didn’t like it. She had always been so sure of herself for as long as you had known her. If anything, this just emphasized the seriousness of the situation.

You’re sure you probably looked too blasé about the situation, a blank expression on your face as you rested your head on your knees. The truth was you just felt numb, having gone through so many emotions these past days already. This past month had taken a tremendous toll on you, the lack of sleep and stress finally catching up to you. You had no idea what the outcome would be after tonight but you found it hard to care. Jail almost sounded better than whatever awaited you both at the residence, but you weren’t exactly ready to go running to the police station right now anyway. Besides, you didn’t want to find out what Namjoon would do if you went against his wishes.

“Fuck it, I’m calling them.” Nayeon finally broke, picking her phone up off the bed and swiping at it.

“Who?”

“Who do you think?”

“You can’t... you heard what he said.” Your voice was quiet as you spoke, eyes fixed on the swirly patterns of the comforter.

“So what, we just go in there completely defenseless? This feels like a trap.” She argued, but you noticed that she had stopped typing as she stared at you. “What if he’s lying and Jihoon’s already gone? Do you think they killed him?”

“I don’t know.” Her face crumbled a bit, forehead creasing in worry. “I think I have an idea, though. It might be risky but it feels like the safest option. Give me my phone.”

She handed it to you wordlessly, watching as you searched for a number. It only took you a few seconds before the message was sent and you pocketed the device. She raised her eyebrows at you, “Well?”

“I met this detective a little while ago who had been looking into the case of a missing woman that used to live at the residence. I didn’t say who or where it was but I figured sending that picture would at least raise some suspicion. Plus, it’s more discreet than just calling the cops.”

“Do you think it will work?”

“No clue but at least now someone else knows.” Glancing back at the darkening sky, you sighed as you moved to stand up. “We should get going.”

“Are you sure?” You had never seen Nayeon look so unsure of anything. This was a beast she didn’t know how to defeat.

“What other choice do we have?”

*****

The storm had descended upon you fast, rain making it hard to see for the taxi driver as he weaved through the streets. You and Nayeon sat in the backseat completely silent, your driver seeming to pick up on the mood as he didn’t bother to make small talk. When you finally arrived at your destination, you could only stare up at the distorted view of the residence. You didn’t think you would be back here so soon and the feeling upon seeing it was difficult to pinpoint.

Nayeon scooted over and gave you a little shove, signaling for you to get out. You opened the door and were instantly flooded with wet droplets, the sound of them hitting the pavement canceling out any other noise. You didn’t turn to see if she had followed you, running into the building for cover.

Once the both of you had made it inside, you looked down to see how utterly drenched your clothes were despite only being outside for a few seconds. The fabric stuck to your body uncomfortably and you pulled your shirt away from your skin to air it out as best you could.

Making for the stairs, a strange sense of deja vu came over you to when you had brought Jihoon here. You didn’t even want to look at Nayeon’s face, scared to see her signature judgemental look upon seeing your residence for the first time. In your peripheral vision, you could see her wide eyes checking out the place cautiously. She remained silent next to you, seemingly on high alert.

The hallway was empty and upon checking the front receptionist window, so was Jimin’s room. You led Nayeon down the hall slowly, her hand gripping your arm as you both watched each closed door you passed for any movement. For some reason, you stopped at your old room - curious to see if anything had been done to it.

You both entered the room, doing a quick perimeter check despite how small the room was. You felt like you could never keep your back facing one direction for too long and Nayeon seemed to have the same sentiments.

“How do we know they’re even here?” As if to answer her question, a heavy thud caused the both of you to jump and turn around to see a tennis ball bouncing down the hallway. The silence, as well as your thundering heartbeat, was deafening.

You didn’t know what to do. The reality of the situation was hitting you that you were back in this place and the result was suffocating. It was like some time away from this place had given you perspective and now that you were here again, you saw it all in a different light. Everything that happened in this past month suddenly hit you with a new meaning.

Soomi’s obvious distaste for this place and then her abrupt departure. The missing woman Detective Lee had been looking for. That feeling like you were always being watched ever since you moved in here. And now, Jihoon’s kidnapping. It all clicked into place and you couldn’t help feeling like a fool for not realizing it sooner.

Everyone had warned you - your mother, the man on the bus, even Soomi - that the one thing you should be scared of most was strangers. You never knew how spot on they were until now. Ever since you had move into this city, you had witnessed a true evil that you had never seen before. And standing here in Eden Residence, you really felt like you were in Hell.

Moving quickly, you shut the door and locked it. You slowly stepped away from it, as if it would burst off the hinges at any loud noise. Nayeon was watching you with wide eyes from where she sat on the bed, gaze flitting back and forth between you and the door.

“What are you-”

“Shhh.”

The two of you waited, ears tuned for any possible sound. It felt like ages before you finally heard something. Footsteps, but it was hard to tell where they were coming from. Your eyes were trained on the small amount of light seeping under the closed door, feeling your body tense up as a shadow passed by. Whoever it was either didn’t know you were in here or wasn’t concerned with your presence at all.

When the footsteps seemed to be retreating, Nayeon heaved out a sigh as if bored with the situation. She opened her mouth to say something, when another loud thump interrupted the tense silence. You stood there, paralyzed with fear, as the door shook each time something collided with it on the other side. Nayeon shrieked, moving to stand next to you as the two of you watched what looked like an axe start to break through the dark wood of your bedroom door.

Your heart was hammering so fast you briefly wondered if this is what a heart attack felt like, just in time for your youngest roommate’s face to appear in the small opening they had just created. “Noona, you came back!”

You don’t know how to respond, especially when you look over to see the mix of confusion and fear on Nayeon’s face. The two of you could only stand there pressed against each other as a hand reached in and unlocked the door from the outside. Finally, the door swings open to reveal Seokjin, Jungkook, and Yoongi’s smug faces.

“Why are you hiding in here?” Seokjin chided teasingly, a small smirk on his face as the other two snicker quietly.

“The only one who’s hiding is that crazy asshole! Tell him to come out here and show himself,” Nayeon snapped, her loud volume causing you to flinch involuntarily.

“What do you mean? He’s right here,” True to Yoongi’s word, Namjoon popped his head in the doorway next to the others. You tensed up at his arrival, backing further into the desk behind you.

“Oh, don’t look so scared, YN. Tonight’s supposed to be a joyous occasion.” Namjoon smiled, stepping in and reaching a hand out. Both you and Nayeon stared at him like he was crazy, which he was, but he wasn’t deterred. “Come on, don’t you want to see Jihoon?”

At that, Nayeon broke away from your embrace and met him head-on. Despite the obvious height difference between them, she stood her ground and looked as menacing as possible. The sight reminded you of when Soomi tried to confront Taehyung and it gave you an uneasy feeling in your stomach.

Your fingers gripped her wet shirt, pulling her back a bit. Namjoon’s eyes followed the action, watching you curiously. You felt as if you were getting between two wild animals that wanted to fight. “Nay, let’s just go.”

“This is crazy. I don’t know why I let you talk me into this.” Nayeon shakes her head but relents, throwing her hands up in defeat.

The two of you follow him out of the room, eyeing your other roommates warily as they smile at you. Yoongi and Seokjin take the lead, walking towards the stairs as Namjoon ushers you to walk ahead. Shivering uncomfortably, you glance behind you to see Jungkook and Namjoon bringing up the back of the group, their dark gazes already trained on you.

As you ascend the stairs to the mysterious upper floor, you feel a strange sense of satisfaction come over you as you realize there was something going on up here. If only you had followed your intuition back then, maybe you wouldn’t be in the position you are now.

Yoongi and Seokjin push past the plastic curtains, holding them open for the rest of you to step through. You don’t know what you expected to see up here but the sight still surprised you. The interior was much like the rest of the building, but just like Jimin had explained when you first moved in, the walls and floors were terribly burned. You could see in some places where the renovations had just barely started, a few walls with large openings in them to inspect the damage, but it still seemed unsafe to be in this area of the building.

They continued to lead you down the hallway, your suspicion and paranoia rising the longer they dragged this out. You could tell Nayeon was getting frustrated too, her pinched brow and narrowed eyes taking in the surroundings. Finally, they brought you to a room that must have been larger than any of the others. It was a big, open space that reminded you a bit of an empty warehouse with its lack of furniture.

This room, much like all the others on this floor, was poorly-lit and made it a bit hard to make anything out. There was a bright, almost industrial-like light coming from further into the room but was obscured by more clear curtains. It honestly felt like you were on the set of a horror movie.

“Okay, what the fuck is this,” Nayeon snaps, crossing her arms over her chest and rearing back to look at the men leading you into what felt like a trap. It was stupid, you knew it was stupid and yet, here you were.

Before anyone could respond, a pained groan sounded from somewhere in the room. You all turned to where the light was coming from, a tense silence filling the air. You didn’t hesitate to breeze through the curtains, Nayeon hot on your tail. What you saw caused you to freeze in your tracks and bump into her figure behind you.

Even though you had seen him already from the picture, nothing could have prepared you for it in person. You almost didn’t recognize him like this, especially not after seeing him the night before when he was completely fine. The last time you had seen him you screamed at him to leave you alone and then this happens? First Jiwan and now Jihoon, you must have had some kind of strong karma going for you.

“Oh my god, Jihoon,” Nayeon cried, her voice a startling whisper next to you. You just felt numb as you looked from him to her, tears filling her eyes and spilling down her cheeks.

Taehyung ventured out from somewhere else in the room, joining Namjoon and Seokjin where they stood by what looked like medical cabinets off to the side. Your gaze swept around the room, suddenly noticing the make-shift dentist’s office that had been set up back here. Jihoon was sitting in the patient’s chair, his arms and legs bound with thick rope.

You barely caught the subtle nod Namjoon gave to the men behind you before Yoongi suddenly seized Nayeon and lifted her up. She screamed in protest, kicking harshly at one of his shins causing him to hiss in pain.

Strong arms wrapped around you from behind, causing you to immediately gasp and begin to struggle. You felt a nose nuzzle into your neck, sniffing deeply, “It’s okay, noona. We won’t hurt you.”

Jungkook softly deposited you in another type of patient chair - this one more upright so you could face them all more evenly. Your body went stiff as you watched Yoongi do the same with Nayeon, her arms and legs bound as well. She spewed curses at them and you could only sit there, feeling powerless. This all felt like a bad dream. How could any of it be real?

“What do you want?” You dared to ask, your gaze meeting Namjoon’s unwavering one.

“You.” It felt as if someone had knocked the air from you just from the one simple word.

“Truthfully, I had meant for this process to go a lot smoother. I’m- well, we are all pretty good at playing the long game. It’s certainly not the first time,” Namjoon cracked a grin at that, earning a few chuckles around the room. “We had never meant to target your friends, knowing what that would do to you. It got to the point where we had no choice but to involve them. And when we learned what they were doing behind your back, we didn’t feel so bad anymore.”

The sound of Jihoon’s grunt caused your attention to snap back to where he was, now noticing how Taehyung and Yoongi were now hovering over him. Taehyung smiled at you, seemingly innocent if it weren’t for the hand laying on Jihoon’s knee applying pressure.

“Leave him alone!”

“Jin.”

At Namjoon’s cue, the elder male was quick to produce a roll of duct tape from somewhere, ripping a piece and spreading it on Nayeon’s lips before she could even realize what was happening. It worked, mostly, as you could now only hear her muffled grumbling behind the tape. You thought they would let it go so you were shocked to see Namjoon take quick strides over to her, calculated hand reaching up and smacking her across the face. She sat there, stunned, with her head turned to the side and breathing heavily.

When Namjoon seemed satisfied with her compliance, he spoke again, “As I was saying, we were willing to wait for you, YN. Because we knew you were special. You see the world differently, just like us.”

“I’m not- I don’t kidnap and murder people.”

“Maybe not. But that rage you feel inside you? The one that made you snap on your co-worker like that? It’s the exact same thing we all feel all the time.” Namjoon spoke clearly, stepping closer to you until he was only a few feet away. “You see, YN, we’ve all come from rough beginnings. I’m sure you’ve already gathered how some of us grew up together because we didn’t have a family or a place to call home. It didn’t take long for us to realize that we only had each other and that was all we really needed. No one else mattered.”

The longer Namjoon talked, the more you felt crazy for not noticing it sooner. He was insane.

“No one took care of us so we quickly decided that we would take care of them. We don’t just murder people - we remove the filth from this world and make it a better place for the rest of us. Which is why we are taking the first step in our future together and purging you of any filth in your world.” You couldn’t even process his words before Yoongi brandished a knife from somewhere and quickly swiped at Jihoon’s throat.

Blood spurted out of his neck, adding to the mess on his clothes and chair. Nayeon’s piercing screams were all you could hear, not even noticing the hands rubbing your neck and shoulders comfortingly. You couldn’t move or breathe, your eyes trained on the now lifeless figure of Jihoon. Your boyfriend, the man you had loved for most of your adult life, was dead. And it was all your fault.

Nayeon began choking from screaming and crying with her mouth covered and to your surprise, Seokjin removed the tape from her mouth to let her breathe. She coughed and spluttered, sobs wracking through her body all the same. It was strangely silent as they all waited for her to recover. Your gaze flickered around the room, observing the quiet anticipation on all their faces. You were shocked to feel someone’s knuckles wiping your cheek catching a tear you hadn’t noticed had fallen, looking up to see Jungkook smiling down at you sadly.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Yoongi spoke finally.

She lifted her head, blotchy eyes glaring at no one in particular. “You sick sons of bitches, you’re gonna-”

“Not about him,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, kicking her chair tauntingly. “We’re talking about why you visited YN today.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, you don’t remember telling the cops you knew who Jiwan’s murderer was before you came over to see her? That wasn’t you trying to get a confession out of her?” Seojin’s tone was condescending, clearly not in the mood for her bullshit.

“Wow, you guys are something else,” Nayeon laughed airily, the kind she usually did when she was bluffing. Her face was red, too, but you couldn’t tell if it was just from the crying. “YN, don’t listen to them. Can’t you see how they’re trying to cut everyone out of your life?”

“Only the people that need to go.” Jungkook’s quick response caused you to jump, not expecting the youngest to join in.

“We already knew you were a bad friend but when we heard how you tried to incriminate YN, we realized you weren’t a friend at all. In fact, after talking to our dearly departed over here, we soon realized you two have had this secret affair going since your college days. Isn’t that right?”

It felt like your world was crumbling before you. Your boyfriend was dead and now you were finding out your best friend had never actually been real with you. Neither of them had actually cared for you. How could they care when they were sneaking around behind your back? Thinking back on all the times you had spent with them looking like a fool made you feel sick.

“They’re lying, YN. We never-” Her voice sounded strained like she was trying to keep it together, red eyes pleading with yours desperately.

She looked at you like you were the only one who could save her but you had no idea how - you were just as helpless here as she was. Nayeon was most likely going to die here and you didn’t think you could do a thing to stop it. You almost suspected they would kill you as well once they realized they couldn’t get what they wanted from you. You didn’t think you had it in you to be what they want.

Jin whipped out a knife of his own, pressing it to her arm and drawing blood. Nayeon hissed in pain as he warned darkly, “Lie again and see where it gets you.”

“Okay, okay.” She gulped, clenching her eyes for a moment to ground herself. “Yes, okay. We did it back then, too, but you have to understand, YN. It had started before we had even met you.”

“But he never wanted you as a girlfriend, did he? He wanted YN and you on the side,” Namjoon egged her on, standing between the both of you. “So you continued playing the other woman while secretly loathing YN.”

“And when you saw an opportunity to get rid of her, you jumped.” Taehyung joined in.

“No, no-” Seokjin brought the knife up to her neck, and that’s when she finally broke, “Fuck, fine! Yes. I thought maybe you’d get arrested, go to jail for a little while. I didn’t know if Jihoon would give up on you but it seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“I can’t believe this,” Her lips pressed in a firm line as she stared at you fiercely. “You were really gonna let me go to jail over a guy?”

Out of nowhere, she busted out laughing. You didn’t bother to check but you’re sure everyone else in the room looked just as confused as you did. “I’m sorry, I just think it’s funny. You can’t believe someone would betray you - who would do such a thing to sweet little YN -  but I can’t wrap my head around the fact that I’m here in some psychopath’s evil lair all because of you!”

You stare at her stunned, as the entertained light dies on her face and what is left is only a cold, indifferent mask. In all your years knowing Nayeon, you don’t think you have ever seen such a look of hatred on her face. Not even when other girls whispered about her behind her back at school or when random guys grabbed her ass at parties. She looked like she wanted to wipe you off the planet and you couldn’t for the life of you understand why.

“I wish I’d never met you, YN. You give off these innocent vibes that draw people in and make them want to help you but deep down, you’re just as fucked up as the rest of us - maybe even more so.” She spits angrily. It was like she had been given truth serum and her most honest feelings were all flooding out, every venomous jab she spewed felt like a dagger twisting in your gut. You’re too focused on her to notice the way Jin reaches for the tape again only to be stopped by Namjoon who waves him off, watching on curiously.

“All those times when I went out of my way to help you and for what? Maybe I was just trying to ease my own conscience by helping such a pathetic loser. And then you just fucking stuck to me and it was like I couldn’t get rid of you-“

“Y-you approached me! I didn’t ask for you to come help me,” You argued back weakly, feeling defensive for some reason.

“Yeah, right. You were crying in the bathroom like some attention whore,” she sneered at you, which earned a deep growl from somewhere in the room that gave her pause. She cleared her throat awkwardly, eyes widening like she saw her life flash before her eyes, “I never knew you would attach yourself to me like that and I never could have imagined you and Jihoon would hit it off like that.”

“I had no idea you and Jihoon were together back then.”

“We weren’t,” She admitted bitterly, causing you to frown in confusion. “We were hooking up but he said he didn’t want anything serious. He said I was too much energy for him. Then, next thing you know, you two were dating.”

It was all starting to click together now. You had unknowingly stolen Jihoon from her - although, truthfully, he never really was hers to begin with. And now, it felt like he had never been yours either. But none of it mattered now, the damage had already been done.

“But that didn’t stop him from calling me every other weekend asking for a quick hookup while you were busy studying. And when we both graduated and moved here, he was calling nonstop.” She smirked at you, something truly wicked in her eyes that you don’t know how you missed before. “I never really understood why he kept stringing you along - maybe he just felt bad for you. Well, I guess I did too, seeing as I’m the one that brought you out here.”

“And look where that got us,” she continued, shaking her head in disbelief. “The thing I can’t wrap my head around is how you of all people could cause such destruction. I mean, just what is so fucking special about you? Jihoon couldn’t let you go and now this bullshit... You’re like a virus that we can’t get rid of.”

You’re not sure if it’s her hateful speech or the deep frown on your face that does it but you could feel the energy change in the room. In the corner of your eye, you saw Taehyung walking over fast with a knife in his hand and it was like something switched inside of you. Everything was a blur as commotion fell over the room, voices shouting and chairs being knocked over. There were arms trying to reach for you and bodies trying to block you but your only focus was on intercepting Taehyung. It all happened so fast your mind could barely keep up with it.

Your feet tore out of the room, thundering down the hallway as you made your way to the stairs. Racing down them as fast as possible, you could see the residence opening leading to the outside in your view. The storm was still going strong, rain hitting the ground loudly from outside the entrance.

Just as you were about to make it, a hard body appeared out of nowhere and quite literally knocked the air out of your lungs as you both collided. Long arms reached out and held you, preventing you from falling back on the stairs. You reeled backwards, chest shuddering with how fast you were breathing from running mixed with the shock of the sudden intrusion.

“Woah,” the voice said, and you blinked quickly to refocus. “Where’s the fire?”

Hoseok. You had completely forgotten him staying here amongst all the chaos these past few days. You had left him here with no warning on what these guys were like. It was lucky he was still alive.

“H-Hoseok,” you choked out, still out of breath as your hands gripped onto the ones on your shoulders. “We have to get out of here.”

“What do you mean? What’s wrong?” His usual cheery face was frowning in concern.

“The others- they’re gonna kill,” You clenched your eyes shut as you remembered the sight of her bleeding out and screaming. “Oh god, I think they killed her.”

“Killed who? What are you talking about?” You suddenly notice the police uniform he’s wearing, confusion clouding your thoughts as you look him up and down. You’re pretty sure he never dropped that little detail, only ever telling you that he was an aspiring rapper so this must have been a major career switch.

“You’re a cop? Since when- nevermind, you can explain later. This is good, this is-” Relief flows over you as you realize you’re safe. He’s a cop, he’ll know what to do. You knew sending that text last minute was a good idea, even if coming here was crazy. “They-“

“YN,” Another voice suddenly sang out from upstairs, making your blood run cold. You didn’t want to look and see who it was but Hoseok turned your body to face Jimin standing at the top step. You barely feel a small prick in your neck amongst the shock before black dots begin to form in your view. “You weren’t leaving already, were you?”

Feeling yourself go limp, you’re almost relieved to feel thick muscles wrap around your frame and catch you before you could fall. A sweet whisper in your ear to comfort you before you go under, promising what is to come.

“We’re just getting started.”

*****

You woke up again later, in that room upstairs again but a different section of it this time seated in another dentist’s chair.  They must have done some cleaning if the scent of detergent in the room said anything. Your eyes opened and shut a few times, trying to adjust to the lights. Behind your eyelids, you still saw splotches of red, memories from before flooding back in.That was real, wasn’t it?

You moved to get up, finding it difficult to even raise your head a few inches. Your limbs felt so heavy like they were made of sand. You whimpered, trying once more to move a muscle and flopping back on the seat with a frustrated groan.

“Shh, don’t move,” A soft voice cooed, your gaze snapping over to find Jimin seated next to you with a gentle smile on his face. “You’re too weak right now, baby.”

“W-what did you do to me?” Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth, making it hard to speak.

“I just gave you something to help you relax a little. It will wear off in a few hours,” He answered honestly, reaching out for your hand and rubbing his thumb over the back of it.

“You’re awake,” You looked up at the sound of Hoseok coming in, wiping his hands off on a rag and looking far-too casual to be here than you would have expected. “Are you feeling better?”

“You-” Your head spun as you saw Namjoon follow, his dark eyes settling on you immediately. He was still wearing his work suit and you couldn’t help but notice how pristine it looked, not an ounce of red on it. It shouldn’t come as a surprise to you that he was steady and skilful with his line of work. “You’re all in on this?”

“In on what?” Seokjin entered, sending you an innocent smile.

“Don’t tease her, Jin,” You don’t know how long Yoongi had been in the room, breezing through one of the curtains with a box of cleaning supplies in hand. “Yes, he’s with us, YN.”

“Sorry I had to knock you out before, YNie. I wasn’t expecting to run into you like that.” Hoseok smiled cheerfully at you, pulling a chair out in front of you and straddling the back of it. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You ignored him, turning to Namjoon. “What are you going to do to me?”

“I asked you a question, babe.” You had never heard Hoseok sound so serious before, your heart stuttering in your chest at the sound of it. Looking over at him in surprise, he shocked you again when a wide grin broke out across his face. “Although, I’ll cut you some slack. You did just come out of it.”

“When did you become a cop?” You don’t know why that was the pressing question on your mind but found that you wanted to know.

“About a year ago,” He responded coolly, leaning back in his chair and leveling you with his gaze. “The rapper gig is a side hustle, I guess you could say.”

“How can you be a cop and partake in this...?” You weren’t sure how to finish the question, hoping they would fill in the blanks for you.

“I’m kind of like a spy,” He winked at you, an amused smile stretching across his face. “I get to have fun here while also keeping tabs on what the police are up to. I make sure they don’t sniff too close around here and find out something they shouldn’t.”

“He also makes sure that no anonymous tips get sent where they shouldn’t,” Seokjin adds, giving you a pointed look.

“Detective Lee,” You whispered in shock, cringing as you realized your plan had been foiled. No one was coming to save you.

“It was a smart move, I’ll give you that.” Yoongi spoke, arms crossed as he glanced over at Seokjin. “Unfortunately, Detective Lee has been out of commission for quite some time.”

“So what is this, like a club for murderers?” You asked bitterly, looking around the room to see some of them let out a few chuckles or crack a grin in response. “Are you going to kill me next?”

The laughter stopped at that, a few of them even looked offended that you would suggest it. “Never. You’re our missing piece, YN.”

“I don’t understand,” You cried helplessly, searching around the room for at least one of them to crack but they maintained a strong front. “Why can’t you just let me go?”

“Do you remember what happened with Nayeon?” It was as if the air had been sucked from the room, somber expressions taking over their features as they all watched you carefully.

“Yes,” You answered confidently, not truly representing how you felt. It honestly had all been a blur of bodies and hands, weapons and blood. You couldn’t really make sense of it. “Taehyung went at her with a knife and I tried to stop him.”

“No.”

You were shocked to see Taehyung standing in the doorway, fixing you with a dark gaze. The sight of him made you shiver where you sat, trying not to imagine what he was capable of as you looked at him. You couldn’t help but notice how his clothes looked pretty clean too for having just murdered someone, straining to see if you could find any red on his clothes but failing. Maybe they’d changed clothes?

It was then that you looked down at your own clothes, dark red that had already seeped into the material and mostly dried. The same red had stained your hands even down to underneath your fingernails, shock coming over you as you studied them carefully. How?

“It was all you, YN.” You snapped your head up at Seokjin’s voice, his back leaning against the wall with his arms crossed as he looked at you with what looked like pride in his eyes.

“No, I didn’t- I wouldn’t,” You shut them down, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to replay the events in your head clearly. You had jumped out of your chair, went for Taehyung, reached for the knife, and then-

You gasped, fresh hot tears rolling down your cheeks as it finally sunk in. The look of absolute betrayal on Nayeon’s face as she looked up at you, mouth open in pain as you twisted the knife deeper.

“I tried to stop you, noona.” Jungkook sounded small from where he stepped out behind you, his hand rubbing your back soothingly. “I thought you were gonna hurt one of us or even yourself.”

“I knew you had it in you from the first night we met.” You shook your head vehemently, not wanting to believe it. A hand grabbed your chin and tilted your head up, forcing you to face Namjoon head on. His face was blurry before you quickly blinked away your tears.

“I’m nothing like you.”

“Hmm, still so headstrong,” Namjoon chuckled to himself, a thumb coming up to wipe a stray tear on your cheek. “You think you don’t belong with us, don’t you? You’re scared that if you stay here too long, you’ll become just like us. But the truth is, YN, you already are.”

Embarrassment flooded through you at the choked whimper that came out of you as he gave you a small, understanding smile. He stepped away, taking his warm touch with him as he went searching for something in one of the cupboards. He pulled out a leather belt of all things and what looked like a mallet.

“My job is to show people what they’re capable of when they can’t see it themselves. I see the potential in you like I saw in them. I can help you see it, too,” Namjoon explains, reaching for a few supplies that you couldn’t make out. “There’s an animalistic side to you that comes out when you’re under pressure. It’s that side that seeks out the evil in the world and destroys it. Today was the first day I got to see it in action and it was better than I could have ever imagined.”

“It’ll be like before when you were living with us. Only now, you won’t ever have to leave and we won’t have any more secrets!” Jungkook exclaimed, his bright eyes so hopeful they reminded you of a young boy.

You must have looked unconvinced because Jimin quickly amended, “Come on, it won’t be so bad. We may have had some hiccups before but we’re learning to practice better roommate etiquette now. Right, guys?” You heard an awkward cough from somewhere in the room mixed with a few snickers, your brows furrowing as you tried to decipher what he meant.

“Unless of course, you liked it-”

“Taehyung.” Your eyes flitted back and forth from Hoseok’s stern glare to Yoongi’s gaze awkwardly avoiding you before it clicked, your eyes widening in embarrassment. You had nearly forgotten that little spectacle from a few weeks ago, hoping it would never happen again.

Not missing a beat, Taehyung rolled a chair next to you, plopping down in it and leaning onto the side of the bed. He reached for your other hand that Jimin wasn’t holding, bringing up to his cheek and cradling it. “We’re gonna have so much fun, YNie. You still owe me that meal, remember?”

“This next part isn’t gonna be so fun but it has to be done so we can all be stronger together in the long run,” Namjoon explained simply, giving you a small smile that looked more like a grimace. “You’ll grow to understand and eventually, you won’t want to run away anymore.”

You didn’t have time to give them any thought before Seokjin lifted the belt to your mouth and instructed, “Bite down, sweetheart.”

You numbly did as you were told, watching in confusion Namjoon made his way to the front of the bed near your feet. You weren’t sure if your body was tensing for what was to come or if it was just the drugs but you ultimately felt powerless as they all crowded around you. It felt like time was in slow-motion as he lifted the mallet over his head and swung down on your leg hard. White hot pain exploded in your ankle, a feeling so strong you thought you were going to throw up from it. Distantly, you heard screaming before you even realized it was coming from you.

There were hands rubbing your face and hair, voices trying to comfort you but it was as if you had left your body. You shut your eyes, trying to block them out and focus on anything else but the pain. If you thought this past month was rough, you hadn’t realized what true anguish was. Laying there in unimaginable pain, completely powerless and unable to move, all you could think was that this really was Hell. And you didn’t think you would ever be able to truly escape it.

“Don’t cry, baby. It’s gonna be beautiful.”

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A/N: wow i can’t believe we made it!! i'm not even sure how to leave this but i just wanted to say thank you all for sticking with me til the end. i am so grateful for all the support and every new friend i’ve made throughout writing this fic!! i hope you enjoyed this last part and pls let me know what you think :)

-hope<3

[armpirate]

UNDER YOUR SKIN || JJK || Ch. 40

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

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One year later

I walk around with the dress in one hand, trying to find my panties somewhere in the living room -and constantly thinking that now I'll have to redo my makeup because somebody thought it'd be a good idea to have some fun before the wedding.

—Here! —Jungkook celebrates, raising my white panties and waving them in the air.

I sigh in relief, snatching the fabric away from his fingers as if he had just found my most precious thing. I run to the bathroom, closing myself in there, just to hear his voice from the other side.

—Why did you make that big fuss over those panties?

—I bought these especially for this dress —I say, while I start getting ready.

White is a good color to wear with any dress, thin fabric... It probably took me longer to find a proper underwear I'd be happy wearing than the dress itself. Yeah, I couldn't picture myself wearing one of my colorful cotton panties under it either. Finding those panties, after that quickie, was more a matter of pride and logic -after spending forty dollars on a whole set, just to wear the lower part of it.

—I can't believe you closed the door —he complains, and it's almost immediate the way I picture his pouty face as he says that.

—I know you too well —I finally open the door, when I'm done with my make up—. Help me with the dress —I turn on my feet, my exposed back facing him.

Jungkook traces my spine with the reverse of his finger, making my whole body squirm and forcing me to call him out -and me indirectly.

—We'll be late —I try to sound serious, but I end up giggling when I feel his lips on my neck—. And your parents will kill us if we don't make it on time.

Jungkook finally gives in, giving one final kiss on my shoulder to go and get the keys of his car. I still remember how much he insisted on not buying it three months ago. And thank god he finally gave in and decided to buy it, so he'd stop sharing the same car with Soo and Mark.

When we get there, I'm relieved to see we made it on time. A lot of people are waiting in the hall of the venue, I can even spot Tammy with her plus one -a man I haven't seen in my life, but I've probably heard of.

I feel him holding my hand, intertwining our fingers in a tight grip as we head inside completely. It doesn't take us too long to head where our group of friends are, as soon as we spot them. I know Jungkook can be easygoing in general, but he tends to have a bad time when he's surrounded by a lot of people he doesn't know. While I grew to get more used to it because of my job, and the several parties and events I had to attend to get to know extravagant artists, and even more extravagant customers.

—We really thought you wouldn't make it —Hobi mentions when we finally stand in front of them.

—We were just five minutes late —Jungkook replies, trying to minimize the fact that we could've missed the ceremony because we were too busy fucking.

—I expected it from Jaykay, but you Y/n, you're supposed to be the responsible one —Namjoon points it out to me.

—That's what I told him —I try to defend myself—. But he's stubborn as fuck.

—Wait, why is everyone attacking me now? —he looks at all of us.

I pinch his cheek when the rest of us just laugh it off. The conversation switches from us to the wedding almost right after. Soo and Mark were so excited for this party, and it's obvious they've put their hearts and efforts into it by the way everything has been treated with such delicacy and dedication.

During the ceremony, I catch Jungkook looking at his sister and Mark with a tiny smile and bright eyes. The same eyes that look down at me whenever he feels I'm looking at him, leading that lovely look with a kiss on my temple and a tight grip on my hand. And that same excitement only seems to grow bigger when both Soo and Mark read their vows. My eyes travel from the sweet couple to Jungkook, finding him trying to hold back his tears as much as he's able to. I pull him closer to me, making him bend over so I can hug him as he finally gives in and lets the teardrops run.

In this whole year of dating -especially after moving in together-, I found out his real nature. Not that I didn't know it before, but I got to know it in a deeper way. The more times I spent with him, the more contrast I found between his facade and his real self. And I'm in love with every tiny bit of him and that cute man that gets excited with the intro of his favorite show. With this man that simply loves life and enjoys the smallest things.

During the reception, we part ways several times. He stays at the table, although he sporadically joins us on the dance floor -either because I insist, he feels the song or his mom invites him for a dance.

It's probably around the sixth song I'm dancing to in a row with Tammy that I'm aware of how tired I am, and how bad I actually need a drink.

I support my body on my elbows resting on the counter, while I wait for the bartender to hand me the Mojito I asked for. My plan of sitting next to Jungkook for a few minutes gets interrupted by a male voice on my left. And I'm surprised to see that it's actually Seokwoo, greeting me with a wide smile before he asks for a drink as well.

—I didn't know you'd come —I say first.

—I couldn't miss Soo's big day —he answers, pointing at his cousin.

We chat for a few minutes. We ask each other how life has been going, since we haven't seen each other since that birthday party in Seneca, which he actually brings up at some point.

—I would've never thought you were dating Jungkook when we went on that trip —he casually mentions—. Although it makes sense, because you were hiding.

—Huh? —I frown— What do you mean?

—On that trip to Seneca, I asked Jungkook if you were dating someone. And he told me you two were dating, but nobody knew yet.

—He told you that? —I raise my eyebrow.

That little shit.

—Yeah, it's good to see you aren't hiding anymore —I nod, raising my glass to his statement.

Seokwoo chats with me a bit more, until he finally decides to go back to his girlfriend. And I do the same, stopping mid way because Jungkook is already walking in my direction with a twisted lip -because he's probably biting the inside of his cheek-, one hand in his pocket while the other takes the glass and puts it back on the counter so he can hold my hand.

Once we are on the dance floor again, both of his hands hold me by my waist to keep me close to his body, while my arms wrap around his neck, dancing to the ballad that the DJ is playing now.

—What did Seokwoo want?

—We were just chatting —I shrug—. It was good having a conversation with him without running away.

—Oh really? —he lifts both of his eyebrows.

—Really —I nod—. He told me he moved from Korea to Chicago and found a job quite fast —I start summing up what we talked about—. Oh, and I also learned we were dating back in the Seneca trip.

When I mention that, his rough expression slowly evolves to one of a little kid that has just been caught red handed, pressing his lips together as he tries to think of the next answer.

—Mind you explain how I was in a relationship without knowing?

—It was the morning after —he starts—. He started asking about you, and I don't know why I said you were my girlfriend.

I play with his hair, nodding to his explanation.

—You were jealous —I sing.

—I wasn't —he scoffs—. It just pissed me off how he had the audacity of trying to hook up with you when we were celebrating Mel's birthday. It's... —he stops when his eyes land on me, and he knows I'm not buying a single word he says— Okay, I was jealous —he finally accepts—. But I wasn't far fetched, look where we are now.

—Are you trying to say you predicted it?

—Hmm —Jungkook nods—. And if I were you, I'd be ready. Because I'm thinking of starting to tell everyone you're my wife.

I giggle at his comment, hiding my face on his neck as we keep dancing in tune with the song that's playing. And finding myself too into the idea of that possible future.

The rest of the party goes on with the same vibe. Jokes, laughs, lovey looks that slowly evolve into tired and sleepy gazes -begging for the party to end so we can go back home.

When we finally leave and get back home, we rush to change into some comfy clothes so we can lie on the couch. Appreciating and enjoying the fact that we are back home.

Jungkook leaves our room first, or at least I make sure of that so I can get his birthday gift out of my drawer and walk to him with them behind my back. He looks at me suspiciously, but he's either too tired or knows I'll show him what's up eventually.

A naughty smile draws on his face when I straddle him without saying a word -just wearing some shorts and one of his oversized t-shirts.

—I know your birthday is in a week, but I'm awful at hiding surprises.

I move my hands up in the air, showing him the plane tickets for Seoul. His eyes widen when he starts reading the flight information, and looks at me unbelieving of what I've done.

—Babe, you didn't have to do it —he hugs me tight—. I bet it was fucking expensive.

I peck his lips, smiling in his mouth. I'm just happy to see he liked my surprise.

—You've kept saying you wanted to go —I shrug—. So when Jin cleared one week in October from schedules, so I could have some off time, I booked the flight and the hotel.

—I seriously don't deserve you —he hugs me tight—. You have no idea how bad I love you, cocktease.

—I love you, too.

If a year ago someone had told me I'd be madly in love with the same person I made a deal with to end up giving him all of my first times, I would've thought that person was tripping. Where in the world would anything between us work? But I'm glad everything turned out this way, I'm glad I managed to meet such a beautiful person and be allowed to share these moments with him.

I'm glad that, just like those tattoos he made, he got under my skin so deep I won't be able -nor I want to- get rid of him and everything I feel.

Thank you all so much for all the support and love you've given to this work. I will forever be grateful for all the asks, comments and likes it's received (because it's genuinely been crazy, and I didn't think it'd get the amount of love and attention it got).

[dari-ede]

Seven Times I Hated Kim Seokjin: Ch 1

CHAPTER 1: "All I Can Taste is This Moment"

Chapters : 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05(M) | 06(M) | 07

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Summary: I was living a perfectly, normal, mundane life.... So why in the HELL did Kim Seokjin walk into it and ruin it all for me???

Pairing: Idol!Jin x Female Reader

Rating: M (language and future sexual explicit scene)

Status: Complete

AN: With Jin's birthday around the corner, I had the inspiration to explore this story. The FMC is mentioned in my Namjoon-centric fic, "In the Middle of the Night". In my mind, I already had her and Jin's meet-cute made up, so I decided to write a short story centered on them. Enjoy! 💜💕

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This is not where I wanted to be. This is not where I needed to be. I needed to be at my desk, behind my monitor going over my project that was due tomorrow afternoon. Sure, I had finished it last week and all I had been doing lately was going over it and rehearsing it at least 10x a day, but there was no such thing as too much practice. I wanted to be prepping for tomorrow, not here where I was wasting precious time.

Not here, in this dressing room assisting my younger cousin as she went over different patterns and colors and textures. She was lucky I was such a good cousin and absolutely adored her. She had been given a last-minute opportunity at her job to show herself. If this project went great, then it could open more doors for her.

Because it had been last minute, everyone in her department wasn't answering. There was a bug going around and most were out sick. My cousin really didn't have another choice other than to call me and my sister for help. We came from a family of seamstresses, so we were familiar with the world she worked in.

Long ago I had made the choice to walk a different pathway than my family. I wanted a name for myself. I wanted to establish credibility due to my own personal talent that had nothing to do with my family's tie to fashion. Yet, here I was, helping my cousin at a style fitting that I knew was going to take at least two hours. She had stated it was for a very important figure in her company and had mentioned his name to us—he was some idol from a group that was apparently a big deal. Shame I didn't follow Kpop. My preference for music leaned more toward British rock and pop, so I had no idea who this Kim guy was.

"Be warned, the guy is incredibly handsome. Will probably have you mesmerized," warned my cousin.

My sister laughed. "Be serious." My sister also wasn't into Kpop. She mostly listened to alternative music--even when she was younger. She never knew any of the boy groups her friends were always obsessed over.

"Fine. Don't believe me. But never say I didn't warn you."

My sister and I shared a look and rolled our eyes.

"And you're sure it's not going to take more than two hours," I said with a tone full of irritation.

My cousin sent me a glare. "You've gone over your presentation at least a hundred times by now. How many more practices do you need?"

"At least a hundred more," I snapped back, not missing a beat.

"Unni, you need to give yourself a break," my sister said gently. "It'll do you some good to do something else other than obsess over this project."

"Yeah, like going out, drinking, and having some fun," my cousin muttered as she went over the outfits for the 50th time in the last hour.

I felt offended by this. "I have fun!"

"Not lately, you don't," my cousin accused with a slight pout. "You don't go out for drinks anymore."

A slight bit of guilt crept through me, but I tried to push it down as I gave my reasoning. "What do you want me to do, sachon? I'm incredibly close to a promotion. There is a position getting ready to open and I need to show that I'm capable. I've been working hard and diligent for over a year to get this."

"You've been working there since you graduated from university years ago. They know your loyalty and hard work," my sister tried to reason.

"There is no way they have overlooked how much talent you have as well," my cousin added.

They were trying to be kind and supportive. But in my field, that just wasn't going to be enough. I had tried telling them this in the past, but they never listened.

"You get too stressed out, unni. You've prepared enough for this project. You'll be fine," insisted my sister.

"Yeah, we can go out for drinks later to relieve some of the pressure," my cousin said excitedly.

"No way—" I began.

My cousin and sister immediately began to demand why I would reject their invitation so quickly.

However, before things got too chaotic, the door swung open, and in walked a very tall and dark-haired young man. My manners turned on automatically and I immediately switched to my polite persona. Just as I was getting ready to bow, I noticed the young man bow to us first. My cousin, sister, and I properly greeted the young idol.

My cousin made her way closer to him and introduced us. She made it clear we didn't work for the company and that we were here to help her out. She apologized for her boss being out sick and promised to do her best for him.

He gave her a kind smile. "I'm positive you will do well." He turned to my sister and then me.

The moment we locked eyes, I felt my breath stop in my chest. My heart fluttered and my entire skin began to shiver. He had the most gorgeous face. His dark, brown eyes were a perfectly round shape. His lips were plump and thick. His cheekbones met his jawline at the perfect angle.... Damn, my cousin had been right. This guy was incredibly handsome.

"My name is Seokjin, but everyone calls me Jin," his voice was honey-sweet sounding.

I snapped out of it and gave a bow, giving him my name.

"Pretty name fits the face," he said under his breath. And then a look of shock and embarrassment swept over his face. I had a feeling he hadn't meant to say that out loud.

His compliment sent a blush across my cheeks and at seeing his neck turn a bright red, I turned away and pretended not to see.

I had been called "pretty" a few times in my life. I honestly believed I was an average-looking person. I wasn't tall, I wasn't anywhere near skinny, and my face was very bland. The only ones who had ever called me pretty were my family and friends. A boyfriend or two had said it to me but that was only when I dolled up for dates. Today, I didn't have much makeup on, so I was very taken aback by this guy's—Jin—words.

I wasn't sure if my cousin had heard him or not, but if she had she was doing a good job of pretending she hadn't. She immediately started going over the selected wardrobe and planning which outfits he should be trying on.

Doing my best to stay in the background, I did some prep work away from them. My sister caught my eye once and gave me a teasing smile. Well, she definitely had heard him.

After Jin got into his first fitting, my cousin called me over to make some adjustments.

As I worked on his legs and pinned them to a better length, he asked me what year I was born. He then gave me his year; I was older, but not by much. He went on to ask me more personal questions as he switched outfits. The questions didn't feel intrusive or inappropriate. However, the more we talked, the more I was aware he didn't seem to be asking my cousin or sister as many questions as he was asking me. Of course, he was polite and spoke to them, but it appeared he was zoning in on me for some reason.

Keeping my eyes on him through the full-length mirror in front of us, I asked how comfortable he felt in the outfit he had on. We were near finishing. I had taken no notice we had passed the two-hour mark.

He brought his arms up and moved them around, testing the jacket he had on. "Is there a way to tighten around the shoulders? That's the second money-maker, so I want to be sure to showcase it."

I had gotten accustomed to his light and funny tone already. I could tell he was joking, but serious. For maybe the 100th time with him, I laughed. "What's the first money-maker?" I asked, not being able to help myself.

"My face, of course," he said with seriousness. His eyes met mine through the mirror and my heart did that flutter thing again.

Feeling my face get red—again—I pulled my face away and focused on the task he had asked of me. I tightened the material around his shoulders more.

"What? You don't agree?" he demanded in an almost-whiny tone.

The giggle came out of me.

"Don't you know what they call me?" His head turned towards me, giving me a perfect view of his beautiful profile.

I felt my breath catch in my lungs. "What?" I asked, not being able to help myself. My eyes got pulled into his perfect jawline.

"Worldwide Handsome." His voice was so low and sounded like butter.

My eyes moved north on his face, taking in his striking cheekbones, linear nose, thick eyebrows, and gorgeous round eyes. "I can see why," I breathed out.

A smile tugged at his lips and he cocked an eyebrow, looking quite pleased with something. "It sounds better, right?"

"Better?" I asked, finding myself very lost.

"Than 'Car Door Guy'." He pulled his face away, loosening the control he had over me.

"What?" I asked, completely confused. I shook my head, trying to regain consciousness.

His eyes went wide, and suddenly, that suave persona melted away as he gave the most genuine look of disbelief. "Can you believe that's how they first called me? Look at this face. The most handsome face in all of the country and that's what they wanted to call me?"

The overdramatic theatrics had me laughing again.

"I mean, between that and Third Guy From the Left, I'm not sure which is worse," he went on with a pout.

"What are you talking about?" I asked through my laughter.

"Don't you know? Those are the names they gave me?"

"Who's 'they'?"

"'They', the media of course."

"Why do you say 'of course' as if I should know this?" My stomach was seriously hurting from laughing so much. I wasn't sure how he was making me feel so at ease. I barely knew the guy.

"You should know this. I'm not Worldwide Handsome for no reason. You should know about me," he insisted in a teasing tone.

"Sorry, but I haven't heard anything about 'Worldwide Handsome'."

"Maybe that's because I just came up with it," he said as he laughed at himself.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. So you call yourself that, but no one else does?"

He paused to think and waited a good long moment before he answered. He placed his finger on his chin and gave a facial feature as if he was thinking. "When you say it that way, I think I understand what you mean...." He snapped his fingers as if he fingered out his dilemma. "I got it. I'll start calling myself that in interviews. that way, it picks up." He reached over and gave my shoulder a light touch. "Thank you so much. I owe you all my gratitude." He gave a slight bow.

My laughter had gotten too out of control. I started to clutch my stomach. Jin joined in and let out a weird sound. It only made it harder to breathe.

"Are you laughing at my laugh?" he asked in mock horror.

I could only nod.

In the distance, the sound of the door opening could be heard. Figuring it was either my cousin or sister, I ignored it.

"The members say it sounds like a windshield wiper," he managed to let out.

My feet joined in on the joy and stomped on the ground.

Jin's body was also fully embedded in the comedy. He reached out and gave me a slight shove. I felt my knees give a little and I took a step back. Suddenly, I lost my footing and began to tumble back.

Hands reached out to me and took hold of my arms, but it was too late. I was already falling.

The giggles died off as I felt something hard dig into my lower back. A warm liquid traveled under my leg.

"Noona, are you ok?" Jin's voice sounded alarmed and worried.

Finally, I reacted. "Ow."

"Hyung, let's get her up," said a deep voice.

I looked up to see a fairly tall, good-looking guy on the other side of me. He had eyes that could melt anyone with a simple look. Whoever dared put eyeliner on him should be arrested. He looked damn-near lethal.

The sound of the door opening now made sense. It had been this guy who had walked in.

"What hurts?" asked Jin, his face coming into view. His eyes were wide with worry.

A groan came out of me. "My pride," I said honestly.

The hot guy let out a small chuckle. "Is it ok if we help you up?"

I nodded.

Jin and the hot guy pulled me up with ease. Jin insisted I sit down.

The hot guy gave me a formal greeting. "My name is Taehyung."

I greeted him back and gave him my name. "Nice to meet you."

"I wish it was in better circumstances," he said with a smile that looked almost predatory.

A blush crept along my neck.

"Back up, Taehyung," Jin's voice sounded snappy and chilly. Nothing like he had sounded before.

Taehyung giggled, his smile turning boxy and boyish. "I'm sorry, am I overstepping?"

Jin rolled his eyes and pushed Taehyung back as he kneeled down. "I am so sorry, noona. Are you ok?" His face was still concerned.

I gave another nod. But he didn't look convinced.

I was about to answer him verbally, but another voice pulled our attention.

"Unni..." the voice sounded alarmed.

We all turned to the voice, which had come from the location I had fallen. And I saw why my sister sounded so concerned.

I had landed on my bag. My bag which contained my laptop. My bag which had been located next to my coffee. The liquid had not only spilled underneath me, but had managed to spill inside my bag. My laptop was now drenched in coffee. Ruined. My project. My promotion. My job!

My eyes slowly met Kim Seokjin's. He looked like a lamb about to get slaughtered.

Korea and the world might be fully in love with Kim Seokjin.

But I hated him.

Hated him for making me laugh.

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MASTERLIST

Chapters : 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05(M) | 06(M) | 07

[jjungkooksthighs]

Lily, I think if being a hype woman could have an award for best one, you would certainly win it. You have been so kind to me throughout my writing process and honestly, this chapter wouldn’t have been posted without your support. Part of the reason I waited so long to respond to this was because I just couldn’t find ways to express how I wanted to tell you what I felt. I doubt myself constantly, as you know, and you’ve been there time and time again to pull me back up when I’ve fallen to the point that even I don’t think there will be a way to get back up again. I wondered, ceaselessly, if I should post this chapter. I pondered, continually, how I would pick up from where I left off months ago. It hardly feels like it’s been months since my last post, but it has. How time passes so quickly- and continues to hasten even faster- baffles me. Though the hands of time have continued pushing on, you have made its passage one that is bearable. Thank you for always believing in me. I wish I could find the words to express how thankful I am for you and your warm presence that makes dark days lacking of the chill that usually finds me. I’m so happy you can find enjoyment in what I create and that I can give (even if it’s just a little) of that warmth that beams from you. Things are tough, but you are nothing if not determined to rise, just as the sun. There is so much I wish I could say and so much more I want to convey if only I knew words that were meaningful enough to show you what I wish I could share with you. You really are such a kind soul and I’m grateful that you decided to reach out to me so many months ago over the emotions that my story built up in you.

So, thank you. For so much more than your compliments here. For being here when so many others gave up on me. For sharing such detailed medical knowledge with me so that this chapter could be possible. For being so willing to listen to me when I wanted to throw you random ideas that I wasn’t even sure would ever make it to a document. For being a companion that I didn’t ever expect to find.

You deserve to have someone like the alpha in your life. Someone like Namjoon and Seokjin. It is my hope that my characters can fill those roles for you in the meantime.

I also hope you will continue to put your belief in me and that you continue to love my stories. You’re a gem. Really, you are. I’m proud to be mutuals with you!

Awww- don't make me tear up like this, girl! I'm glad I could be of support! I- shit- how do I even respond?? I'm smiling soooo freaking WIDE right now!

I absolutely LOVE talking to you and feel kind of.. proud that we're mutuals. Who would've thought that I'd be able to speak so closely with an author I've come to admire and almost.. idolize in a way? You're the sweetest little gumdrop, and I couldn't wish for anything more than utter happiness for you. UGH there's SO MUCH I wanna say, but I don't know HOW to say it-🙈🙊😭 I love you, Athanasia! 😭😭 <3

I don’t think I’m anything to admire, much less idolize. There are so many others on here that are better than I am!

Besides, your writing has grown so much over the past several months and that is so wonderful!

[kandadiff]

Van Der Wulff: The Blackout

~~~

After all of us had dispersed into different areas of the schools second floor, we received the texts. Lux hadn’t made herself known besides a few judge texts here and there so it was only a matter of time before she graced us with her presence once more. 

~ Kay ~ 

“A song that portrays strong emotion.” Tatiana repeated the note Sikowitz gave us. We sat in one of the music rooms, Tatiana at the drums, you in Xaviers lap and a guitar in your lap. Robin stood behind him by the window and Damien and I sat together on the tattered couch. “Any ideas?” While the band discussed ideas I received a text message. 

‘Hey girlie, I missed you. But don’t think I could ever forgot about you all. I was just doing some digging and look what I found...’ A video followed the text and I quickly slipped in my AirPods, snuggling myself casually away from Damien’s eyes. The video showed the camera in a dark area with three slits of light. A locker maybe? But its not the visuals that caught my attention. The language was in Korean but the subtitles on the video made the translation clear. It was Taehyung and Jungkook. Taehyung was explaining what happened between me and him during the summer just before Yoongi left to Korea and just after our breakup. I was feeling lonely and so was he and hooked up. not had sex but if Namjoon didn’t catch us thats where it would have gone. Namjoon had kept his mouth shut and so had Taehyung - so I thought. But this video went into enough detail to really make me look bad and she had it. 

‘What do you want?’

‘Something simple’ she replied quickly. ‘To welcome TOP back into your fucked up little life I want you to live on the wild side for a bit.’ I scoffed at my phone, Damien looked at me curiously. “Ignore me, funny tiktok.” I lied. My phone buzzed and I got my assignment. ‘Wanna keep your little betrayal in the dark? Take the two pills I left for you in your locker.’

‘I don’t trust you.’ I quickly typed back. 

‘If I wanted to kill you’ she typed quickly ‘I would have done it long ago.- xoxo L❣️’

I put my phone down and sighed. “I’m going to go to the bathroom. its getting stuffy in here.”

“Okay.” Damien stood up ready to walk with me and I shook my head. “Actually Adi can you? Come with me?” you nodded standing up. 

~ ~ ~

You went into the bathroom after I grabbed something from my locker. it was only when you hit your pen a few times as I went into the stall that your phone buzzed with a text message. You absentmindedly looked at it, until you saw the text was from UNKNOWN. Then your heart began to beat hard, so much that you jumped when Selena walked into the bathroom. She looked at you confused but went into a stall. You braced yourself and opened the message.

‘Nice hood, You know I wonder if assaulting you is a violation of Xavier’s parole? What would Mark think if he saw the fingerprints on your neck?’ You looked around feeling incredibly exposed and bitter. It had to be Lux, the bitch texted just like her. It couldn’t have been Shawn, how would he know? You looked down with anxiety looming in your body seeing the three message bubbles. ‘Or what would Xavier do to you when he finds out about yours and Shawns little arrangement?’ The message was followed by a small video clip, It was a shaky video where basically Shawn was admitting to Kurt your new found friends with benefits arrangement. ‘I knew you were a mess but this is a lot. So I'm going to add fuel to the fire! I’ll take care of Xavier for you. But I want you to go to Shawn and tell him you miss him and really sell it or convince your best friend to go back with Taehyung. Choice is yours, can’t wait to see your choice. xoxo L’

 ~ ~ ~ ~ 

Katya knew she fucked up with the house and a long talk with her father over thanksgiving had her ready to be back on track. It helped that Taehyung was gone and that she didn’t have to see Jennie fawning all over him, not that she seemed bothered, instead she turned her affections onto another man. Katya could tell by the way she smiled at her text messages. She thought about bringing that up in the texts she was having with Taehyung. of course, the texts started as a way of making sure he wasn’t going to sue her for destroying his car when she found out about the tryst between the two. But now it was friendly bordering on flirty but she knew others reactions to it so now he was on silent with her last text saying she was working on homework. 

She stayed in the library and focused on her math homework while listening to a few songs on Bubble. When her phone buzzed again she sighed looking at her half done homework. She grabbed her phone about to click do not disturb when she spotted the UNKNOWN number. 

‘Hey Kat! Still feeling guilty over trying to turn Damien against his girl? How about the fact that on your secret only fans your top customers dated your best friends?’ A picture filtered through the text seeing how much the men actually gave to her only fans and she quickly lowered her brightness, ensuring no one else saw it. Of course she never showed her face in the pictures, and her lack of tattoos made it difficult to identify her. While the subscribers might not have known it was her, she knew it was Tyler and Harry and Liam. She did feel incredibly guilty about this but then again what was she to do? Her family needed money and she was getting enough to take care of her and them. ‘Lets add to that list shall we? Send something sexy to Namjoon. You know he wants it.’

‘He’ll tell Taehyung.’ She quickly typed back.

‘Will he?’ it typed back ‘xoxo L’

~ ~ ~ ~ 

The song project had Draven truly thinking about emotion. Forbidden love kept coming up in her head and she glanced at Jiwoo who was laughing across the hall with Matthew. God, last night Jiwoo told her she think she was falling for her. She wished she would have stayed home after the dinner. Negan’s job offer should have been the only thing on her mind now it was filled with thought of Jiwoo. Three weeks ago after the halloween party the two of them hooked up. Draven excuse was she was drunk... until it happened again and again and again. Plus hanging out - But she wasn’t gay. No, that rumor about her had circulated since she was in middle school. No, because when she was with Francisco or Ash she still loved them and their relationship was genuine. And when she and Matthew hooked up she enjoyed it. But why - what about Jiwoo? God. Was she gay? No, she couldn’t be. No she was straight - just curious. Right? Plenty of women experimented. She couldn't be gay, what would her grandparents think? They raised her. God. what if her mother found out? She’d spread it to everyone while saying shit like ‘my daughter the dyke. My daughter the fag.’ She already called her that when she saw Draven two years ago. When Draven had her pixie cut and went through her punk case.

Her phone buzzing pulled her out of her thoughts and she turned away from Matthew and Jiwoo’s jokes. She tapped on the message not even reading who it was from until she saw the messages. ‘Hey Dre, I’m not going to say I told you so but...’ a picture of Jiwoo on top of her kissing at the halloween party filtered on the screen. ‘I told you so. I always knew what you were. It’s okay, I'll keep your secret, if you do something for me. I want you leave a care package for Bella from Makayla  Anything you can think she’d like and no cheaping out on it either. I want her to think it came from her too. XOXO L.’

“Fuck man.” Draven rubbed her forehead in annoyance. “Fuck you, Lux.” She whispered. “I wished you fucking died.”

~ ~ ~ ~ 

Makayla was in the gym meditating in the large room grateful for the silence. Since last night, her mind was abuzz with thoughts. Rio’s reaction last night sacred her. It didn’t matter to her that he stopped going for Xavier when she moved in front of him. What if he didn't? He had a gun! And was very quick to use it. What was wrong with her? Was she going from bad to worse? We feel free when we escape, even if it be from the frying pan into the fire. She remembered that quote distinctively in her head when she though of Rio compared to Tyler. Tyler cheated on her with her male cousin. Tyler added to her drug addiction. Tyler once gave her crabs. But he never scared her like Rio did that night. 

She breathed in deeply ignoring the beeping of her phone in her bag. Whatever it was, wasn’t important. She needed to relax. A knock on the window threw her eyes open and the gym door being opened threw her completely off. She shot up from her mat on the floor, her heart beating quickly. Only slightly calming when she realized it was Rio. 

“What are you doing here?” She asked and he smiled at her. 

“Its a blackout, darling.” He said casually as he closed the door behind him looking around the empty gym. “I needed to make sure you were okay. You didn’t answer my call.”

“I’m in school.” She shrugged. “I don’t answer when I'm here usually.” 

He nodded walking towards her. Her eyes glanced at his jacket wondering if his pockets held a gun. He noticed and smiled at her placing his hands in his pockets. His hands bulged in the pockets showing her it was empty. “So dinner was, uh .... fun, yeah?” his face was playful but his tone questioning as though testing the waters of her emotion. Makayla was never good at hiding her emotions. Whatever she felt was written on her face and the look she gave him made her chuckle. “You’re mad at me.”

She moved towards him “You pulled out a gun, Rio!” she whispered. “Why? Would you have shot him if I wasn’t there? Xavier wasn’t going to hurt anyone!” He opened his mouth. “I want the truth! Don’t bother talking if your not going to be honest.”

Her big brown eyes softened his tone and he put his hand on hers. “No, I wouldn’t.” He shook his head. “I worry about you around people like him. Arianna, Kalyn and Draven can handle men like him but you Makyala, You're different. You are the whole package.” He said and she couldn’t help the small smile that cracked on her face. “Sweet, Talented, beautiful.”

“Thank you, Rio.” she said moving the hair.

“And I learned the hard way about sweet talented beautiful girls with men like him around.” She looked up at him “Theres always someone who tries to take them down. Jealously” he shrugs “obsession, who knows. And you know something? I don’t like that and I won’t let that happen to you. So thats why I pulled it out. You’re my girl now and I can’t let that happen to you.” She sighed and he pulled her close, his hands around his waist. “Your still mine, right?”

She leaned her head on the crook of his neck. “Yes, just slow down on teh violence. Its... its scary and a lot.”

“Okay” he promised. “I will.” His pulled back and kissed her. She smiled into the kiss playfully kissing him back all the while ignoring her phone and teh person behind this texts

~~~~

[jjungkookislife]

Pardon?

♡ pairing: namjoon x f. reader

♡ genre: best friends to lovers, some fluff, smut [18+]

♡ summary: On Valentine’s Day (slash your birthday), you ask your best friend for a favor...

♡ wc: 2.4k

♡ warnings: cursing, joon in gray sweatpants, changed joon’s birthday, marking (biting, scratching, hickeys), BD!joon (are we surprised?), messy blowjob (gagging/choking), cock slapping, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie

♡ date: February 14, 2022

“Can I ride you?” Namjoon spits his drink out, spiraling straight into a coughing fit as he hits his chest with his fist. His other hand clutches his can of soda, wishing you’d timed your question better as his wide eyes water and his throat aches. 

“Pardon?” He asks once his coughing fit has settled, his coke can safely on the coffee table as he turns to you in disbelief. 

“Can I ride you?” You repeat, launching into an explanation before he can deny you. “None of the guys I’ve been with have ever let me and I want to see if I like it.”

“So asking me,” Namjoon points at himself, thankful none of his drink ended up on his white t-shirt. “Your best friend, was your best idea?”

“Well, I trust you. Plus, we’re both single. You’re not talking to anyone and I’m most definitely not talking to anyone,” you shrug. “And it’s Valentine’s Day, and you’re my Valentine, in case you forgot, Joonie.”

“Okay, first of all-“

“Here we go.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes at you, turning to face you on the couch with one of his obscenely long legs tucked under the other. 

“First of all,” he glares at you, daring you to interrupt, but you don’t. “I was your first valentine ever because our moms had us on the same day and we’ll always be each other’s Valentine's regardless of who we date, so jot that down now.”

You nod, stifling a giggle. 

“Second, it’s our birthday and we’re home because it fell on a Monday. Gross, so by default I am your Valentine, which is why I asked you to be weeks ago.”

You nod. The handmade card he’d gotten you is tucked under a magnet on your shared fridge. “So, wouldn’t birthday sex be a good present?” 

Namjoon sighs, his large (sexy) hands covering his face. “I already gave you a present. The pick necklace you’re wearing right now.”

You toy with your new necklace, you loved it! It was the one you’d been begging for since the artist released it and Joon had managed to nab one before it sold out, which came as a shock since you’d been camping on the site for hours trying to get one and failed miserably. 

“Consider it a present for you,” you smile, batting your lashes. Namjoon laughs. “Is that why you got me these gray sweatpants, babe?” You got me in lingerie!”

You look away, biting your lip as you sneak a peek at the sweatpants that you gifted him earlier in the night. They framed his thighs perfectly, his large hands fitting into the giant pockets with ease, and Joon grabbed as many things as he could to put in the pocket, astounded that even a small dumbbell fit. He then got the dumbbell stuck, and you had to help him get it out, but that’s just typical Namjoon, your best friend that you were madly in love with… always had been. 

From the moment you were born, you’d been inseparable. You grew up together, held hands as you walked into pre-k together. Were each other’s first kiss, and each other’s first time. The two of you just made sense. 

“It’s not like we haven’t had sex before,” you remind him and he blushes, his cute cheeks turning rosy. 

Namjoon clears his throat. “That was once, and it was years ago.”

“Was I that bad?” You ask, genuinely curious. 

“No!” Namjoon is quick to shake his head, face turning scarlet. “I was just saying it was a long time ago. Are you sure you want to?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t,” you state firmly, moving closer to your best friend. 

Namjoon wishes he could say he lost his nervousness when you moved closer, but his heart hammers in his chest loudly. His hands are clammy as they rest on his knees, the material of his sweatpants suddenly feeling stifling. He swallows thickly, breathing in your scent, a warmth spreading through him and his heart flips in his chest. 

You’re beautiful. You’ve always been beautiful, with your bright eyes and even brighter smile. Your kindness towards him and others, always going to help those in need without a second thought. He loves the way you laugh, going out of his way to be silly just to hear it. Sure, your mothers may have made you friends in the first place, but continuing your friendship now as adults was entirely your choice and even after so many years, he still thought of you and that one night you shared. He regrets not telling you how he felt then, but he feared being rejected and he always told himself he’d tell you next week and then next week, until years had passed and you both moved on. 

Namjoon often wondered if you’d be dating by now, if you would have lived with him as his girlfriend instead of his best friend. He wonders if you’d curl up in his arms the same way you did now, only closer. If you’d enjoy his light touch more as he rubbed your back to get you to sleep. And when it thunders and you feel him slip into your bed, already knowing how terrified you get, not saying a word as he holds you and even if you manage to fall asleep in the lull of the storm, your hand seeks his in your sleep. Do you feel the reassuring rubs of his fingers on your skin? The promise of him staying by your side until your fear has passed? Do you hear his soft confessions of love, whispered against the crown of your head in a sleepy baritone that would normally have you melting if you were conscious?

Does his large body bring you comfort? Especially in the past year in which he’s bulked up just to keep you safe, whether from thunder or sleazy men at the bars. Do you feel safe in his embrace when you’re tucked under his arm almost every night? Do you feel for him what he does for you?

With his heart thumping in his chest, ears nearly ringing, Namjoon licks his lips before he leans down to capture your lips with his. Kissing Namjoon is magical, a sense of completeness filling you as you climb into his lap.

Your hands grip his shirt, tugging on it and hoping he’ll get the hint, but he grips both your hands in one of his. Hot.

“Are you sure?” He asks again, eyes hard with seriousness. 

You nod. “I want you, Joon. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Namjoon swallows thickly. “So have I.”

Nothing else needs to be said as you kiss once again, your fingers threading through his hair, moaning into his mouth when his hand grabs a handful of your ass. You melt beneath him, whining when his lips leave yours to trail kisses down to your neck, nipping and sucking on your skin until his mark blooms proudly.

With ease, Namjoon is tugging your top off, not surprised you’ve forgone a bra. His hands cup your breasts, thumbs teasing your nipples into stiff peaks before his lips wrap around one.

“Joonie,” you moan, arching into him. Your fingers grip his hair, holding him in place as he licks and sucks on one nipple before switching to the other with your guidance.

Your moans and dulcet cries of his name have his cock throbbing, his hands on your hips moving to guide your grinding. You need him desperately, either in your mouth or in your wet cunt. You don’t care anymore.

Eager hands reach out for Namjoon, quickly pulling his shirt over his head. Namjoon chuckles, kissing your cheek when your hands trace every bit of his exposed chest. You’d love to trace every ridge of his torso with your tongue, teasing him until he’s a whining, whimpering mess for you, but for now, you’re too horny to think of anything except his fat cock splitting you in half.

Scrambling to your knees, you tug on his sweats, taking his boxers with them as they bunch at his ankles until you tug them off completely.

“Fuck, your cock is even bigger than I remember,” you blurt, flushing with embarrassment right after. Namjoon chuckles, his hand caressing your cheek.

“You think so?” He asks and you nod in response. You stroke him at a languid pace, moaning when he throbs in your hand. You lean down, taking a tentative lick of the head and getting a taste of his pre-cum. Namjoon groans, loving the feel of your tongue on his cock, nearly begging you to do it again.

With a teasing smile, you continue to stroke him, spitting on his cock to make your hand glide easier on him. Your lips wrap around the tip, tongue swirling around it before your tonguing at his slit.

“Fuck, baby. Don’t stop, you look so hot like this,” Namjoon grunts, relaxing in his seat as he fights the urge to raise his hips and fuck your mouth like he so desperately wants to. Instead, his hand grips your hair, giving it a tentative tug that has you moaning around his length.

“More,” you beg, pulling off him just enough to speak. Saliva coats your cheeks, your lips swollen in the slightest as you look up with him with your pretty eyes shining with tears.

You get comfortable once again, taking Joon’s cock in your mouth once again and picking up the rhythm you had beforehand. Namjoon threads his fingers through your hair, his deep voice praising you as you take him further, groaning when he hits the back of your throat repeatedly.

“Don’t hurt yourself, baby.” You nod as best as you can, gagging and spluttering on his dick, the warmth of your spit hitting his pelvis, and he chuckles. You’re overeager to please; addicted to the sweet noises he makes. Your thighs press together, shorts soaked through with your arousal and you clench around nothing, wishing you were bouncing on his cock.

The next time you choke on his cock, Namjoon chuckles, slowly easing his cock out of your mouth. Your face is a mess of tears, spit, and pre-cum, but he doesn’t think he’s ever seen you as radiant as you are now. He strokes his cock once, twice, and you follow his movements with your eyes, moaning when he slaps it on your cheek.

“So cock hungry,” he muses with a smile, smacking your cheek once again, and you pathetically open your mouth wide, hoping he’ll stuff it once again. “So eager to take my cock, huh?”

“Yes, please!”

Namjoon grins, leaning down to brush his thumb along your lips before he’s pushing it into your mouth. You suck his thumb in, tongue swirling around it once before he’s pulling it out. His lips capture yours a moment later, his hands helping you to your feet.

With a gentle tug, he’s pulling your shorts and underwear down your thighs. He hums pleasantly when you’re naked in front of him, his hands running up your soft skin, cursing when he feels the wetness coating your thighs.

“All for me?” he asks with a warm smile that has your heart thumping wildly in your chest.

“Yes, all for you,” you respond as he helps you onto his lap. His lips press against yours, molding perfectly as your hands grip his broad shoulders, admiring his amazing physique.

“Joon,” you whine, your hand wrapped around his cock, unable to wait any longer. He smiles, his dimples on display, and you melt for him. “I love you.”

Namjoon blushes, a pretty pink dusting his cheeks. “I love you, too.”

One more kiss is pressed to your lips before he’s lining his cock up at your entrance, teeth sinking into his plush bottom lip as you sink on him. His eyes are focused on his cock, groaning as you take most of him, nails digging into his shoulders. 

You’re so wet, it has his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his large hands grip your hips and you take him fully, gasping and crying out his name when you bottom out.

“Fuck, yes,” he curses again, gripping the back of your head to pull you into a kiss that leaves you breathless. His hands guide you at first, showing you how to take his cock without hurting yourself and soon you’ve found your own rhythm, experimenting with your movements to see what got Namjoon to moan your name in that saccharine tone that makes your heart flutter.

“You look so hot riding my dick, baby. Fuck, just like that,” Namjoon kisses you, moaning against your lips as his fingers rub your clit. Your thighs burn with exertion, but you love feeling full to the brim, taking all of his cock as you hold him tight. 

“Namjoon,” you clench around him, body thrumming with pleasure as your eyes flutter shut and your pace quickens. Namjoon growls your name, hips rising off the couch to meet yours as you tremble in his lap. He buries his face in your neck, licking and sucking the sensitive skin as you unravel on top of him.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” Namjoon is mesmerized by the way you come undone. Face flushed and lips parted as you cry out his name with your head thrown back, wet cunt tight around his cock and it’s all he can do to hold back to help you ride it out before he’s cumming inside of you. Thick spurts of cum fill you, his groans sending tingles down your spine as you hold him to you, whining into his thick neck until you’re both spent and clutching each other as you pant.

“Fuck,” you laugh, wiping the sweat from your brow and feeling the ache in your legs. Namjoon chuckles, helping you off his lap to place you beside him on the couch.

“That was amazing!” he grins, kissing your cheek.

“It was, but fuck, my legs hurt. I’ll be feeling it tomorrow,” you sigh, rubbing your legs while Namjoon laughs. 

“You’ll be feeling it here too,” he points to your pussy and you shove him. 

“I will though,” you smirk, kissing his lips before curling into his side. Namjoon laces his fingers with yours, a bright smile on his lips. This is all he’s ever wanted, to have you in his arms and to be able to call you his. You’re everything he’s ever wanted, and his heart swims with adoration for you as he meets your gaze that reflects everything he’s feeling. 

His heart has always been yours.

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[kimtaesss]

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TAEHYUNG:

series:

Lost in you: he fears people leaving once they witness who he thinks he is; a monster. She fears people leaving her; for not being good enough. When y/n crosses paths with Taehyung, they are both forced to face their fears.

Never Forgotten: your ex boyfriend from 2 years ago has returned. Despite wanting to avoid him at all cost it’s impossible when you both share the same friend group. To make things worse, he’s come back with a girlfriend.

Love alarm: an app alerts you when someone near you has a crush on you. the only gist is there’s no name, gender, or age told to you. When your alarm goes off in middle of class, it’s up to you to find out who is behind the alarm going off.

just a friend: it’s always been you and him, since kindergarten. you’ve witnessed his crushes, heart breaks and everything in between. You’ve never had a problem you couldn’t fix but that all changes when he gets a girlfriend that hates you.

Marriage?: Everyday you’re reminded of the years that have passed since your boyfriend proposed to you and the wedding that never seems to come.

Roommates: you thought your life was going well, yet that all changes when you caught your boyfriend cheating. Now not only do you have your heart broken, but you’re also without a place to stay. It’s a good thing your brother has a friend in desperate need of a roommate. Well…maybe not so good.

JIMIN:

The star player: you audition for a play, but don’t get the role you wanted. However, the role you got, leads you into the arms of Jimin, star player, and your long time crush.

JIN:

The only option: your mission was to keep an eye on him, not fall for him; that was his mission.

Our beloved home: your relationship wasn’t perfect, but it was good enough for both of you. Or so you thought, but that all changed when you caught your sister and husband in bed.

NAMJOON:

selfish: what your sister wants, you’ll take. (TBA)

blind dates: Having horrible luck when it comes to dating, your friend offers to set you up on several blind dates. What you don’t know is your friend has a plan, one that involves your first blind date being your ex, and the second one being your work crush. Who will you choose?

My angel: (TBA)

JUNGKOOK:

A hidden bet: it was the first year of college, the first day you bump into that stranger. That stranger ends up holding your heart and lies with him for a couple of years.

Accidents happens: You never wanted kids, despised the idea of even having one. What happens when a one night stand knocks you up, and you don’t find out until it’s too late?

blind dates: Having horrible luck when it comes to dating, your friend offers to set you up on several blind dates. What you don’t know is your friend has a plan, one that involves your first blind date being your ex, and the second one being your work crush. Who will you choose?

I loved you: being friends for 10 years means nothing, when he betrays your trust so easily.

Right my wrongs: You had two men in front of you confessing their love—you end up choosing the wrong person. Except that ‘wrong person’ gave you a family. When a clock appears out of nowhere and takes you back to the past, will you choose to risk it all or make the same decision.

YOONGI:

Summer fails: forced to work together after a fallout is not the way you thought you’d spend your summer.

Save yourself: every other day, a group of people, would come to your neighborhood and trash the place. you’ve always hated them for doing such thing, but one man stood out to you, one man caught your eyes.

J-HOPE:

hating you is easy: forced to love each other, destined to be enemies.

Right my wrongs: You had two men in front of you confessing their love—you end up choosing the wrong person. Except that ‘wrong person’ gave you a family. When a clock appears out of nowhere and takes you back to the past, will you choose to risk it all or make the same decision.

[your-daily-biaswrecking]

I wanna say that namjoons dad bestfriend drabble was so freaking hot….🥵🥵🥵 maybe part 2? 🙏 when they make out in family house of yn? And her dad is next room 👀 i am so dirty pls forgive me😂

can't believe it took me so long to answer this... okay, so, my requests are not open but i decided to clear up my inbox a bit, starting with this one. as for this part 2... i know it could have been just a short scene with pure smut, but i wanted the drama of the plot, okay? also i'm not doing another psa: this is wrong and pls don't do this, it's just fiction

part 1

Namjoon knew he had to stop this. This... Whatever it was the two of you had. He had found excuses to come see you multiple times throughout the winter, always missing you too much and being unable to stay away for too long. But when you surprised him, secretly coming back to your hometown to be with just him for a week, he wasn't as happy. It was the first reminder of how different your worlds were; he was a grown man minding his career, at an age where he should be seeking marriage and kids. And you? You were skipping school to see your crush.

"I think my daughter has a boyfriend," his best friend casually told him one day soon after that. Namjoon froze, his heart the only thing reacting to those words. But his friend went on nonchalantly, pointing to his ignorance. "I don't mind, of course. I've only told her one thing, and it's not to get pregnant. I don't want her to go through what her mother and I went through, you know? She's at this age... you know? She needs to enjoy her age."

Namjoon... The grown man who should be seeking marriage and kids was fucking this girl. All those times he came inside you, filling you up a little too aggressively– as if deep down he wished he'd knock you up and keep you to himself forever.

He had to end this.

When he told you those same words –you need to enjoy your age, you need to be with a peer– you seemed more mad than hurt. But perhaps you understood. You weren't stupid, you too knew this was wrong. Perhaps you were just waiting for it to happen, waiting for the excitement of doing something against the rules to die out and the realization of the responsibility to hit him. You didn't blame him. But you were still annoyed. Stopped talking altogether, the only news he got from you now came from your father. You did get a boyfriend, or so he was told. And you were doing well with your studies and you were generally living a great student's life.

Summertime and you were here again. Along with your so-called boyfriend. Namjoon was so pissed off when he saw the skinny, mussy, sweaty boy that seemed to either be very slow or high off his ass all the time. And you seemed pleased with yourself.

"You really had to bring him here?"

You chuckled– an evil laugh, he thought. "I thought you'd be happy to see me dating someone my age." When your eyes met his, you made him feel like your positions were switched. So confident while he was almost throwing a tantrum. "What about you?" you asked. "Dating anyone your age?"

On that topic, Namjoon had more than enough women showing interest. And your father, for some reason, was dead set on finding him a wife. All those blind dates he had to escape from! He was simply not interested. He didn't want to admit it was because he was still thinking about you; that no one else would ever be a good replacement for you. He didn't want to because he didn't plan on coming back to you; he had to be the adult, the mature one, and stay away. It was the logical and the right thing to do. He didn't want to admit that, despite all of his intelligence and reason, he still thought about you... Because if he did this would no longer be just some attraction, just some fucking around. If he admitted it was more, what would happen then?

No... this was good. You had already moved on. Enjoying your life the way you were supposed to, a life he had no room to be in. All he had to do now was follow your example.

"Namjoon..."

That text was sent past 2 am on a rainy night in October. The only text he had gotten from you in months. That was all it said yet it made his stomach tight as if you had moaned his name in his ear. As if he knew exactly why you had texted him; needy in the middle of the night, that measly boy surely unable to satisfy you, knowing exactly who could help you at that moment. Fuck... Perhaps if he replied right then things would go back to how they were a year ago. He didn't. And you didn't text him again.

"Joon! You are staying for the holidays, right? You should spend Christmas with us." Your father was more than happy to share that day meant to be with family, with his best friend. Namjoon was like family anyway, wasn't he? When he tried to come up with an excuse, the other insisted. "See? If you were married now you would have someone to spend Christmas with, but you're not, so you'll come to spend it with our family. My daughter's coming home tomorrow, too. Ah. Could you pick her up 'cause–"

"No. I can't. Too busy."

The man laughed. "It's okay. But I am expecting you for dinner on Christmas!" he said with a pointing finger. "I'm not taking no for an answer."

And so there he was. Sitting right across from you at the table. In the months that had passed, you had gained some weight and he thought you had never looked better. Your face a little fuller, your jeans straining against your round thighs and hips, your breasts fitting your curves just right. The body of a grown woman. All Namjoon could think about was feeling you against him again. And he was mad again... Did your stupid boyfriend have the chance to fuck you like that? He didn't deserve you.

"You didn't bring that boy with you this time..." he commented.

"What, Eric?" your mother answered for you. "They broke up."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, eyes never leaving yours. "Really? How come?"

The corner of your lips turned upwards. "He was just... Too much of a kid."

He hated the way he sighed in relief, the way excitement bubbled in his stomach. He shouldn't be as happy to hear that as he was... He glanced at you again, your hair that had grown longer pushed back to expose your neck. It was getting harder and harder for Namjoon to keep his mind from wandering off to inappropriate things. Along with other parts getting hard.

And then your father spoke. "Joon. You know she's graduating next month, right?" His eyebrows shot up high on his forehead because no– no, he didn't know that. "She's looking for an internship and I thought–"

"Dad..."

"–you could help her get in your company? Maybe you could put in a good word for her?"

"Dad!" Your tone and the way your eyes widened towards your father's way betrayed the fact that the topic hadn't been new, and that you were clearly against the idea.

He looked at you until you finally turned back to face him. And surprising both himself and you, he said: "Yes, of course."

"I'm going to sleep," you announced after the dinner was over and you had helped clean up the table. You gave Namjoon a long glance before you disappeared down the hallway. Your parents had moved to the couch, TV on for some music and a game of cards keeping them busy when their friend asked to go to the bathroom. And you heard a soft knock on your door. "I'm assuming you know that's the wrong door you're knocking at," you spoke before you opened. Already in your sleeping outfit that consisted of an oversized t-shirt and just your panties.

"You knew it was me?" Namjoon whispered, eyes still stuck on your thighs.

"My parents don't knock."

You let him in, closing the door behind you and leaning on it as you looked up at him through your lashes. You both stayed silent for a moment, your breaths the only thing filling the empty, badly lit room. You noticed how he wet his plump lips and bit them while he was examining your face. So close you could smell his aroma, the one you never forgot.

“You don’t have to… you know,” you spoke, referring to your father’s idea. “I know you want to avoid me.”

Namjoon exhaled from his nose as if he was annoyed. “I- It’s not that I want to…”

“I know.” You gulped, finding your mouth wetting too much at the wish of kissing him, along with other parts getting wet. “You don’t want to— you have to.” You dared place your hands on his chest, and instead of pulling away, he leaned into your touch. Feeling his heart beat fast under your fingertips like the way he was breathing. He was slowly losing his mind but he knew he wasn’t the only one. “You don’t have to push me away,” you continued in a low tone. “I know what I’m doing. I’m the one coming to you.”

“Little one…” he rasped, and it had you catching a moan in the back of your throat. Oh, how you longed for his pet names, his voice calling to you lovingly. He stepped even closer. He knew he shouldn’t be there, he shouldn’t be doing this right now… But how could he stop? He wanted you so bad. His hands cupped your cheeks, lips just a breath away from yours, brushing against you as he whispered: “Come work with me… I wanna see you every day.”

The fabric of his shirt pooled in your palms as you grabbed him, closing the tiny gap between you. Both of you sighing in a mixture of relief and impatience as your lips crushed together. The softness only lasted a few seconds before you were moaning and Namjoon was pinning you on the door, deepening the kiss by slipping his tongue in like he was trying to devour you. Your arms wrapped around him while his hands traveled down your body, groping you like you were his stress relief toy. Your hips, your ass… He broke the kiss and buried his face in your neck.

“Ah- daddy,” you whined, grinding on him.

Namjoon felt like he was about to cry. “I missed you so much!” he choked out right before latching his teeth on your skin. Your naughty fingers were struggling to unzip his pants quickly and it made him chuckle instead of sob. “Fuck—” he growled. And he pulled back to stare at you with dark eyes. “Such a little slut, so desperate for my cock.” There he was; the Namjoon you knew so well. His words made you shiver.

“Please, daddy. I need you right now.”

He placed a hand on the door right next to your head, while he freed his dick with the other. “Your parents are right outside.”

Ignoring his words, you discarded your panties and took him in your hand, biting your lip. “I can’t wait any longer, need you to fuck me right now, plea-ase!” you whined a little too loud and Namjoon growled, grabbing your legs and lifting you until you straddled his waist, back on the door.

“Gosh, you’ll get daddy in big trouble, baby.” Tip of his cock brushing your wet folds, making your mouth drop. “They might come looking for me.”

“Quick,” you sobbed. “Be quick, please, just— ah!”

He slipped inside and you both gasped. Your legs were shaking at the feeling, eyes rolling back and a moan as quiet as you could manage rumbled through your neck. He got as deep as he could, face scrunching as if he was in pain. You kissed him.

“I’ve missed you, daddy. I’ve missed this so much.”

His head was spinning as he was trying to find the right words, the words that could describe exactly how he felt about you. “I- I-”

Laughter echoed through the house— your mother. You both froze. Namjoon glanced at the doorknob, and then he grabbed it; your parents could walk in at any moment. He didn’t stop though, nothing could stop him now. He angled his hips and started thrusting into you; fast and sloppy because the clock was ticking.

“Daddy…” you mewled, unable to do or say anything else.

Namjoon clasped a hand over your mouth. “Shh,” he demanded. “You better not start screaming like the little whore you are, or they’ll hear us.”

His words had the opposite effect of what he wanted; making you moan harder. And the fact that he had his big hand over your mouth made you not care to keep quiet. Your choked whines along with the wet sounds of his dick slipping in and out of you could definitely be heard from the other side of the door, perhaps even from that couch your father was on had it not been for the music.

“Shit, you—” he growled. He finally dropped his hand from your mouth, wanting to grab your ass to lift you higher, fuck you better.

Your head fell on his shoulder before you decided to bite down on it to stop yourself from screaming as Namjoon’s thick dick drilled into you with no mercy. “So-o good…”

“Yeah?” He sounded out of breath already, yet cocky. “Did you forget what it’s like to have a real man fuck your pussy, baby? That little boy didn’t do shit, did he? He can’t fuck you as good as daddy, right?”

Your nails dug in his back and you felt your brain so rotten like he was about to fuck you to sleep. “I… don’t know…” you mumbled.

Namjoon stopped. He pulled his head slightly back but he couldn’t see your face. “What?” Your body squirmed, trying to chase that high he had just denied you. “What do you mean—”

“I don’t know what he was like,” you whined. “I only thought of you.”

Another laughter, loud voices coming from that couch. It didn’t scare him that much this time, his heart was already racing and he only gave that direction a glance before he was pulling your head back to look into your eyes. Only then did he notice the tear stains on your cheeks, and you sobbed, choked as he thrust into you again.

“I only thought of you, daddy…” you repeated with a whimper. And it had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, pumping into you a couple more times, hard, before he spilled his seed deep inside.

A whisper. “Fuck…” Panting and groaning as he was trying to come to, and you watching his glistening face as he grimaced and bit his lip. He let you down, resting his forehead on the door while he still struggled to collect himself, and you basked in the pride it gave you. You tucked him back in his underwear and zipped him up with a smirk on your lips, seeing how he finally started to be able to focus his eyes on you.

You opened the door slightly and peeked out; your parents were still playing cards on the couch, they didn’t notice you just like they probably hadn’t noticed how long Namjoon was gone for.

“You should go back,” you whispered as you came back into the room. Namjoon kissed you quickly like he was trying to catch you off guard. And then he grabbed your chin, staring down at you, breaths still coming out too hard.

“Don’t fall asleep, baby. I’ll come back to finish what I started when your father goes to bed.”

You smiled, pushing him slightly back yet he wasn’t budging. “Go…” you prompted as you started feeling his cum sipping out of your cunt and slowly running down your thighs.

Namjoon smiled too. “Really. I’ll eat you out till you pass out, baby, I promise.”

In the dark of the room and the rush of the moment, you decided you had no reason not to let your thoughts slip out. “I wish you could just come to sleep in my arms.”

He got a little serious. And he kissed you again, slower than before. “I’ll see what I can do.”

He left through that door, meeting your parents that were happy to see him yet didn’t even bother to point out his long absence. Sitting next to his best friend while his breathing was still shaky from fucking his daughter.

Shit… That girl will get him in so much trouble…

Masterlist

[seokjinsonlyone]

this is how i think it’d go if you went to visit bts at work and gave them a little peck on the lips

namjoon:

you’d probably walk into his studio and he’d be at his desk headphones in playing back some beat or revising some lyrics

you’d come up behind him and wrap your arms around his neck effectively stealing his attention away from the track

and that’s when you’d place a nice little peck on his lips

but that wouldn’t be enough for him so before you could even fully break apart he’d already be chasing your lips

he’d roll his chair around to properly face you placing one hand at the back of your neck bringing you back to him immediately slipping his tongue in your mouth

what once was a cute little greeting turned into a sensual experience as he gently massaged your tongue with his

and when he felt like he had his fill of you for the time being he pulled back, smiling, dimples on full display and said “hey, baby.”

the depth of his voice would send shivers down your spine and you would settle into his lap wrapping your arms around his neck picking up where he left off just bc he was done didn’t mean you were

seokjin:

you’d probably end up at hybe headquarters after seokjin called you when he was done with his day to get dinner together

you’d call him to let him know you’re outside and within a minute he’d be in your car

you’d lean over the center console to give him a peck to which he’d immediately complain

“woooowww i’ve been at work all day and that’s all i get”

you’d swallow down the urge to tell him that he not the only one that work in favor of rolling your eyes and pressing your lips to his again for a little longer

that wouldn’t be enough for him though “just one more,” he’d request.

“one more.”

“one more.”

he knew that asking for a kiss from you was a dangerous game

could feel it in the way he melted against you

could tell by the way he seriously thought about giving you one of his rolex watches you jokingly said you’d steal and sell

or one of his cars you said you’d steal and sell

thought about giving you the world just for one more kiss

yoongi:

with yoongi you’d probably enter his studio (he’s always in the studio) with the code he gave you

which the fact that you were the only one other than himself that had the code did inexplicable things to your heart you couldn’t really delve into without feeling like you were gonna explode

anyway you’d walk in the room and he already knew it was you like you said you were the only other one who could freely enter and he’d be at his monitor doing whatever producers do

“hey just gimme one sec”

and you knew how that one went sometimes it was actually just a few seconds sometimes it was a few hours until you had his attention but you didn’t mind you ain’t have anything else to do just wanted some company

you didn’t wanna disturb him too much but you couldn’t help yourself so you walked to him turned his head to face you and quickly kissed him before recoiling to the couch a few feet away

10-15 minutes later he was summoning you over to him, pulling you into his lap, and using his thumb and index finger to trap your chin bringing your lips back to his for a proper kiss

you sighed contentedly afterwards laying your head on top of his as he wrapped his arms around your waist, showing you what he was working on

hoseok:

hobi was usually a super organized person liked for everything to have a place and everything to be in that place

but you were his little chaos and organization was definitely not his top priority when he was with you taking second place to soaking up every ounce of your presence in whichever way you would allow him

so really it was no surprise when he texted you asking if you’d seen his little notebook where he wrote his lyrics and whatever other ideas or thoughts popped into his head

it took a bit of searching to find but you had it and he was very fortunate you liked him it was the only reason you were willing to drop it off before work

you made sure to let him know he was the reason you looked ugly today the trip to his office severely cutting your usual routine and he made sure to let you know that a) you were beautiful no matter what and b) he would make it up to you

it was only your second time at the new building your first time was when he invited you along for their first look at the hybe insight museum so it was safe to say you had absolutely no idea where you were going despite the detailed instructions one of the staff gave you upon entry if you hadn’t run into taehyun you probably would’ve been running around that building for another hour

you were thoroughly unamused with the situation but hobi looked so cute and sheepish when you entered the practice room wrapping his arms around you immediately alternating between expressing his gratitude and regretfulness that you couldn’t help but press a small kiss to his mouth

an action you instantly regretted bc a) it caused him to start pressing kisses all over your face in return b) it caused an eruption of various forms of shouting from the six other boys you failed to notice upon entry

you pushed at his chest as heat flooded your body from embarrassment preparing to leave you were going to be late for work “be good” you told him personally before shouting “have fun!” at the other members

jimin:

your days off hardly coincided with jimin’s days off mostly bc he never really had days off always had to go in for one thing or another

but his days weren’t always jam packed some days like today he had a meeting in the morning and a meeting in the evening and not much else to do besides that

and he was the absolute worst at entertaining himself always needed to find someone else’s business to get into and as the object of his affection you were always his first choice

he tried not to bother you too much when you were busy though no matter how clingy he was and he was awfully clingy

if you two weren’t able to be joined at the hip in your free time you were definitely on the phone and if he wasn’t the object of your affection as well you would’ve started ignoring him a long time ago as it stands he was the best company

anyway he knew you were off today and had no plans other than finding a new anime to start so naturally when he found himself bored out of his mind he was in your ear purring down the line for you to come to him

it didn’t take too much convincing your attention span wasn’t on your side so you couldn’t really get into anything and even though you literally saw jimin yesterday you missed him :\

it’s why you didn’t hesitate to land a peck on his lips upon meeting him again and latching onto his arm firmly as he led you to one of the small practice rooms they had

“so tell me about your day”

you looked him over suspiciously he had that mischievous glint in his eye so you knew he was up to something

and you were right you weren’t more than two sentences in to your answer before he was pressing his lips to yours in a long lingering kiss

“i’m sorry continue”

“um...” your attention span really wasn’t with you and it was hard to retrace your train of thought with your lips tingling and the hairs on the back of your neck raised

you eventually found your mental footing and continued speaking about your day which had more or less turned into you ranting about haikyuu when again mid sentence he captured your lips between his own one hand tracing up and down your spine while the other held your head into place so he could lick into your mouth just the way he liked

“go on” he panted slightly breathless once you finally broke apart

“jimin...” you whined

he giggled at his own antics loved riling you up found it so cute how you couldn’t even try to keep the dreamy look off your face “you like me so much don’t you?” he asked with a self assured grin etched onto his face

you did

taehyung:

sometimes he felt so sorry to you hated cancelling on you because something came up or another thing ran over time

you were always cool with it tho never made a huge fuss of it which he was forever grateful for bc he really did love his job

but he really loved you too

he had to cancel three separate times just this week alone and he was missing you something bad

and even though he really wanted to take you out and do something nice for you like you deserved at this point he just wanted to see you

missed seeing you in person and having you in his arms

that’s how you found yourself on a bench tucked into a quiet corner of the upper garden at a table chairs side by side his hands toying with yours as you caught him up on your week so far

he was kinda obsessed with you and you loved it because having his undivided attention felt so so good

so you couldn’t help but close the gap, briefly pressing your lips to his

the slight blush that took over his cheeks had an insane amount of serotonin flooding your brain you loved him so much

even more so when he surpassed his bout of shyness and unabashedly brought you closer to him and attempted to make up for a week’s worth of lost kisses

jungkook:

sometimes life got busy for the both of you and even though you meant to meet up it just didn’t happen

but once you finished your work week you made it your mission to see him as soon as possible

you’d texted him when you got off and he told you he was finishing vocal practice then going to workout which left you with enough time to stop home and freshen up before he was done

as expected his trainer told you he was in the shower when you popped up so you decided to wait in the hallway for him to come out

“heeeeey what are you doing here”

you looked up from your phone to see your slightly damp very buff boyfriend grinning down at you

almost instantly you were hugging him arms wrapped around his waist before pulling back slightly pecking him on the lips

which set something off inside jungkook a shock ran down his body just from the feeling of your lips pressed against his

“let’s hang out” you agreed immediately “i just need to grab something from my studio first”

he laced your hands together dragging you alongside him and as soon as you entered the room he had you pinned against the door hands on your hips kissing you with far greater ferocity than you could have anticipated

and it’s like jungkook knew he missed you but he didn’t realize just how much until he had you in his arms your lips on his

kissing you felt like home and his introverted self never wanted to leave the house couldn’t even help the groan that escaped the back of his throat as you took control of the kiss and made a mental note to remember to never deprive himself of this pleasure again

one of his hands slid down your thigh lifting your leg until you got the hint to wrap both of them around his waist allowing him to show off his strength and grope you at the same time

“jk,” you said breathlessly, breaking the kiss

his lips were chasing yours the second you broke contact he didn’t care about breathing when a fire was spreading through his body

you indulged him for a few more seconds before breaking apart again

this time his lips traveled down your neck kissing and sucking until you were making the prettiest sounds for him

you felt like you were going to explode his hands were squeezing your butt and his lips were on your neck and you were going to explode

“jk...” you whined again tugging lightly at the hair on the nape of his neck

he made his way back up your neck pressing a hard kiss on your cheek before gently nudging your nose with his “hmmm?”

and suddenly you were staring directly into his eyes big and pretty and filled with stars shining just for you

you were going to explode “let’s get out of here”

[v-hope]

Heartcuffed

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff, established (kinda secret) relationship au

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: The moment Jeongguk and you saw the pink heart-shaped handcuffs that would be a part of his outfit for the photoshoot that day, you both knew what was coming your way.

Warnings: Fingering, unprotected sex, handcuffs (obviously), dressing room sex, quickie, creampie, Jeongguk is a whole tease in this one. Also they almost get caught?

A/N: You guys know smut is not my thing, but, I mean. Pink heart-shaped handcuffs. Do I need to say more? This doesn’t have much of a plot (I think), but I hope you guys enjoy! Also, I apologize for any mistakes that there might be, as I’m running short on time and couldn’t edit is as thoroughly as I usually do.

Little were the times you were able to go on set to support your boyfriend. The fact that not every member of the staff knew the two of you were dating, along with no one outside of the industry knowing about your relationship either, only made things complicated for the two of you. However, with a comeback on his end and finals on yours being just around the corner, it was either that or having to wait three more weeks until you could see each other again.

You had managed not to draw attention most of the day — acting like a good friend with all seven members of the group, which you were, and eventually sneaking out with Jeongguk whenever he was done shooting his parts, so the two of you could have some much needed alone time in any empty room he could find in the building.

It was only when they had changed for their last photoshoot, Jeongguk dressed in a black coverall with a matching belt that made his waist look tinier than ever, as well as leaving half of his sleeve uncovered, that you found yourself breathing heavily.

Especially when a member of the staff went up to him and hooked something pink to his belt, having to tilt your head to the side so you could take a better look at it.

Handcuffs.

More specifically, a pair of cute, pink heart-shaped handcuffs.

As if on cue, Jeongguk’s eyes went to you, a smile curving up his lips as he teasingly raised his pierced brow when your gazes met. That was all you needed to know you were thinking of the same thing.

The rest of the photoshoot? Absolute torture for you.

“So,” he came closer to you after finishing his solo shoot, having Namjoon leave your side and going to have his. “What do you think?”

“Hot” was your simple answer, earning an amused bunny smile from him.

“Hot? That’s it?” he pushed it. “What about the heartcuffs?”

A laugh made its way out of your mouth at that. “Heartcuffs?”

“Jin hyung called them that” he laughed too. “They’re kinda cute, though…” his eyes scanned the one that wasn’t attached to his belt as he held it up. “Kinda resemble our hearts”.

“I’m pretty sure our actual hearts look a little bit different than these” you teased him over his cheesy words.

Jeongguk rolled his eyes. “I meant that they’re attached, you smartass”.

“So our hearts are cuffed to one another” you gave him a dramatic, understanding nod. “Does that mean there’s no way out for me?”

He chuckled, taking a dangerous step towards you. “Absolutely no way out, sweets”.

“Yah…” you stopped him before he could lean in for a kiss. “Anyone could see us”.

“Half the people here know we’re dating” he whispered without a care.

“And the other half don’t” you pointed out.

Jeongguk huffed, causing you to bite your lip as you thought about it for a moment. After all, and as frustrating as it was, the less people who knew about your relationship, the better.

“How about…” you mumbled, hooking a finger to the handcuff he was holding to pull him just a little closer. “You take these home so we can make up for the lost time later?”

Liking that idea, he found himself smiling, only to later have his cheeks turn a bright pink after having looked around at the people on set.

“They will know what I want them for if I ask to take them home”.

“Bummer,” you lamented.

Jeongguk bit his bottom lip, once again looking both sides around the hectic atmosphere surrounding you as everyone worked on getting the other members ready, before his eyes focused back on yours and his head tilted to the door.

“Let’s go”.

He didn’t hold your hand until the two of you were alone in the hallway, intertwining his fingers with yours and rushing over to the same dressing room the two of you had lovingly been making out inside during his last break almost an hour ago.

This time, however, all sweetness had been left aside.

Mouth hungrily sucking on your bottom lip as soon as your back pressed against the door, he wasted no time on locking it, effortlessly lifting you up and having you wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to the closest drawer.

Placing you down on it yet not letting go of your butt as he gave it a hard squeeze and pulled you closer, a soft moan escaped your mouth when his wet lips trailed all their way down from your neck to your collarbone.

“We don’t have much time” you reminded him in what came out in more of a huff, knowing well enough he was trying to take his sweet time with you — something you truly did not have that day, not when he was working.

Jeongguk huffed, planting one last kiss on your chest before his mouth went back to yours. “I won’t see you in like three more weeks”.

“And you won’t get to fuck me either if someone comes here and interrupts us”.

That had seemed to convince him.

Taking the handcuffs off his belt, internally thanking the fact that they weren’t real ones and hence he didn’t need a key, he motioned for you to stick your hands out. You didn’t hesitate to do as told, watching him accommodate their particular shape to your wrists so they wouldn’t hurt you, and then, before you could either notice nor protest, lifting one of them up so he could also close it around one of the hooks from the rack you had not noticed was stuck to the wall right above your head.

Unable to move your hands, you caught him smirking at the sight of you.

“You know,” he mumbled, lips brushing against yours while his hand gently stroked your thigh. “I could get used to this”.

Your teeth biting on your lip were replaced by his own as his mouth once again crashed on yours, grinding your hips against the desk when his hand went down to your center, stroking you over the thin fabric of the black pants you had decided to wear that day.

“So needy, aren’t you?” Jeongguk chuckled, thumb rubbing small circles over your core. “Have nearly touched you and I can already feel how wet you are”.

A light moan escaped your lips, pretending to entangle your fingers in his long, purple locks to pull him in for a kiss and shut him up, yet finding yourself being unable to by the cuffs around your wrists.

It was then when it hit you, you were completely under his mercy right then.

Another chuckle escaped his mouth, digging his hands under your t-shirt and pulling you closer to the edge by your waist — keeping you in place as he slowly rocked his hardened member against your center.

“Jeongguk…” you pleaded in a moan.

“Yes, baby?” he sweetly replied, pressing a small kiss to the uncovered skin on your chest.

“Don’t tease me”.

He laughed under his breath. Fuck, there was nothing he wanted more than to take his sweet, oh sweet time with you.

Your words, although had succeeded to bring your point across, had not been enough to convince him. If anything, he only wanted to tease you more — your head going to the side as you tried to muffle a moan against your arm when he slipped a hand inside your underwear and one of his fingers made it inside you, was all the confirmation he needed to keep on driving you to the edge.

“Fuck, Jeongguk” you breathed out when he added another digit, involuntarily moving your hips away from him at the sudden wave of pleasure.

With his free hand grabbing tightly onto your hip, Jeongguk kept you in place, burying his fingers deeper inside you in pistoning and curling motions, having to muffle another loud moan of yours with his mouth as he had seemed to find that one soft spot of yours in no time.

“J-Jeongguk, please” you begged, melting under his intense eyes. “Please, I need you”.

If the two of you had been back home, he could easily have taken hours with you. However, after looking at the clock by the door and hearing a few staff members talking through the halls, he knew, just like you had told him before, that you were running short on time.

Not letting another second go by, he took your pants off. Rushedly unbuttoning his coverall, he couldn’t help but tease you once more after catching up on the way you had fought against the handcuffs to reach out to the white t-shirt that remained under his first layer — the one covering his toned chest you had always loved kissing, and the one he had decided to keep on just to drive you mad.

“You’re such an ass” you recriminated him.

Jeongguk laughed, pushing his underwear down enough for his hardened member to stick out. Pumping himself a couple of times under your intent eyes, his mouth came close to yours.

“Weren’t you the one who wanted to be in handcuffs, sweets?”

Feeling your heavy breathing mix with his, he sucked on your bottom lip, grabbing your hip with one of his hands to keep you steady while his other one made your panties to the side as he lined himself up to your entrance.

“Quit the teasing” you warned him this time, not being able to take it anymore.

With a low laugh and one last kiss, he entered you without a warning. Not being able to hold the throaty moan that had just escaped your mouth, you closed your eyes as you let your boyfriend fill every single inch inside of you over and over again with each thrust of his hips.

Burying his face on the crook of your neck, you felt his hot breath hit against your skin as he tried to muffle his own moans.

“Fuck, you always feel so good” he panted.

Still holding you tightly with one hand as he fucked you hard, one of his hands pulled your top up over your chest, keeping it there and pulling one side of your bra down so he could attach his lips to your breast and tease your nipple with his quite needy tongue.

Closing your eyes as you let yourself get lost in the extra pleasure his wet mouth was giving you, you jumped up after hearing a noise coming from the door. Eyes immediately going to it, you watched the doorknob moving forcefully yet not being able to turn, thanks to Jeongguk, who had been careful enough to lock it minutes ago.

“Hello?” you heard a woman ask from the other side of the door.

That hadn’t seemed to bother him, not for more than a second, at least. And even when she kept trying to turn the doorknob and a part of you wanted to tell him to stop just in case someone managed to make their way in, you couldn’t find it in you to actually tell him to. Not when his cock inside you felt so good, not when you could feel yourself getting closer by the second.

“Shh,” he hushed you when a moan slipped from your lips, thrusts becoming slower yet deeper for them not to hear. “They can’t get in, but they can still hear us”.

Although wanting to protest, you found yourself being unable to form any kind of coherent sentence when one particular thrust of his had been about to send you over the edge.

“Jeong—” your loud moan was cut off by his hand on your mouth.

Another moan was muffled by his hand when he pulled his cock almost completely out of you, only to slam it inside the next second. Pressing his forehead against yours and letting you feel his hot, heavy breathing on your face, he removed his hand from your mouth once you were quiet again, only to stick two fingers inside of it just in case.

You could tell he was enjoying this new little game of keeping it quiet ��� you, on the other hand, were truly struggling.

Once the doorknob had stopped moving and no one seemed to be by the door anymore, he was quick to replace his fingers with his mouth, tongue massaging yours and moaning against your lips when you rolled your hips on his.

“Jeongguk, I’m c-coming” you breathed out as soon as you were able to.

“Hold on a little longer, baby” he rasped out.

Taking advantage of the hook holding your cuffed hands up, he lifted you up from the desk, making you wrap your legs tighter around his waist as he held you up — this new angle allowing him to reach deeper inside you.

“Guk, I—I can’t—”

With your walls pulsating around his cock, you couldn’t hold on any longer, having no choice but to let yourself come undone as he kept thrusting hard into you — nails digging onto your skin when he felt his orgasm approach as well.

“Y/N, f-fuck…” he rasped.

Placing his hand under the curve of one of your breasts as he kept pulling you up and down into his cock, he forgot about the people outside for a few seconds — low grunts escaping his throat one after another until he reached his high.

Feeling his release spreading inside your walls, a light moan escaped your lips as well, being unable to move still while he buried his face in the crook of your neck as the two of you came down from your high and tried to catch your breath.

Breathing heavily against your hot skin, he pressed his swollen lips to it, later peppering a trail of kisses down to your chest, fixing your messy bra and then pulling your t-shirt down.

“Do you think they heard us?” you wondered, quietly watching him dress you up again and then button his coverall just enough to cover his underwear.

“I hope not” his answer didn’t sound very convincing.

Pouting in defeat, you let him press his red mouth to yours. Sweetly, as if nothing else had happened only one minute ago.

“Will you uncuff me now so I can touch you?”

A mischievous smile parted on his lips, lifting you up just enough for you to unhook your arms from the rack, yet not unlocking the handcuffs around your wrists. Instead, he placed your arms over his shoulders, around his neck.

“Let’s stay like this for a little longer” he pecked your lips.

“They must be already looking for the key to get inside” you reminded him.

“So let them” he shrugged, one of his hands going up to the heart-shaped handcuff around one of your wrists, staring at it for a couple of seconds. “I wanna keep them”.

“Please, let’s keep them,” you agreed in a heartbeat. “I need to take my revenge on you and all your teasing”.

“Revenge?” he played it innocent. “I was actually thinking, when we go public we can walk out with them on so that everyone knows we’re heartcuffed for life”.

Throwing your head back, you let a loud laugh out, later resting your forehead on his and entangling your fingers in his purple hair like you had so badly been aching for earlier that day.

“Jeongguk-ie?”

“Yes?”

Not being able to erase your smile, you shook your head. “No”.

Oh well, there would always be other creative ways to let the world know your hearts belonged to each other anyway.

[tipsydipsydo]

Pairing: tall! & sub! Reader x dom! OT7 BTS

Gender of the Reader: male

Word Count: 2.3k  

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut/PwP

Warnings: Dirty Language + Dirty Talk; Dom-/Sub-Dynamics; accidental overhearing of a phone call, Mentions of Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Mentions of Sex Toys & Masturbation; slightly mentioned Double Penetration; mentions of Anal play; Praising; Petnames; some Degradation; Daddy-Kink; Teasing; slight Edging; the boys are teasing the poor reader to Death

A/N: Well- that was a quick writing. Instead of studying I decided to write this funny request and to use my procrastination in a better way than scrolling stressed through TikTok. I hope y’all like it!!

Status: unedited bc I am lazy and should study. 

Request: i want to request a drabble/one shot: sub taller male reader and his seven boyfriends in which he confidently talks naughty things with his friend on phone but when he realized his bf are watching, he became crazily shy because he is just a big cute boy, then his bf decided they want to test those ‘words’ he has said, poor boy =))

Requested by: anonymous 

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After too many and super busy weeks full of work, you’ve finally managed to find a free afternoon in your schedule where your best friend and you have enough time for a nice, long telephone call on the couch. You are already over one and a half hour on the phone, exchanging the newest stuff that happened in your life with each other and joking around. Slowly your conversation turns their focus to your more private life and your bestie asks you about your polyamorous relationship with your boyfriends. At first just normal things like, how’s it going in general, how you all manage the relationship with all the different time schedules, how often it comes to fights and how you deal with that etc. Just normal stuff and  the ‘typical’ questions you’re already used to, when people realize that you’re not in a monogamous relationship. 

Your best friend and you grew up together. You met each other in elementary school, went through the curses of puberty as an inseparable team and even survived middle and high school thanks to the other one. Already in your teens, where both of you made your first experiences and got into your first relationships, your best friend had a guess that you’re not as straight as you want him to believe. No, they even assumed that you’re maybe not made for the typical monogamous relationship which the society preach every fucking day. 

Well, turns out that your best friend really knew you better than you did yourself back then but honestly, nowadays you’re thankful for their suggestions and that they gave you the save space you needed to dare to make new experiences in those directions. 

Nevertheless, they were still more than surprised when you introduced him to not only two or three boyfriends, no that you brought seven (!) other men to their birthday party two years ago. At first they were a little worried if you didn’t overload yourself with such a complex relationship dynamic and that it’ll turn out as a serious burden and not an enrichment for your life. Turns out, now it was their turn to make a false assumption about what’s the best for you and theu were more than happy to admit that everything turned out just fine. It truly makes their heart swell to hear the happiness in your voice through the phone everything you mention something about the boys. 

Quickly your phone call turn into an even more private talk and dedicate itself to the really interesting stuff. You’re sharing every detail in your life with another, so why should it stop when it comes to sex talk? You have absolutely no problem and any shame to talk freely with your best friend about your kinks and dirty thoughts. Sometimes you even think that you’re better informed about each other’s preferences better than your actual partner(s) are. 

“I think, I already told you that idea more than once... that I have a thing for exhibitionism and the thought of getting catched doing something ‘forbitten’ or ‘dirty’, right? Uhm... TMI but I don’t give a shit, whenever I am alone at home because they’re busy and we can’t meet for some days... I mastubate with some of the toys they’ve bought for me and imagine that they catch me. You know, when we have sessions with Dom and Sub Dynamics, they’re only temporarily and usually we go back to normal in the moment when the scene is over... that means, when I am alone and horny, I can do whatever I want to. I can jack off or fuck myself as much I desire and they wouldn’t say anything about it. It’s not like, I don’t appreciate my personal freedom when it comes to masturbation or that I want something completely different, no! We both already talked about that too, I don’t like the idea of Total Power Exchange, I prefer to be an independent person as soon as I walk out of the bedroom- okay, not only bedroom, we have sex in other places than the bedroom too- ANYWAY, what I wanted to say with that: ...”, you mutter and take a deep breath into your lungs. 

After holding such a long monologue your mouth dried up terribly and now you need quickly something to drink. You get up from the couch and walk over to the kitchen island to pour some soda into a glass. A satisfied hum leaves your throat after you took some gulps of your favourite sparkling sugar bomb. 

The whole time, where you moved around in the eat-in kitchen of the apartment, you are not that alone anymore as you thought you’d be, especially right in this moment. Namjoon, Hoseok and a boyish smirking Jimin joined you around ten minutes ago, leaning casually against the wall next to the door of the room and listen very interested to the conversation you have with your friend right now. They didn’t mean to overhear your private talk, they just wanted to know what kind of take-out food you’d prefer for tonight. 

Unfortunately your conversation turned out to be very, very interesting for them, so they decided to give you some more time to talk with your best friend about the sexual fantasies you have which they don’t know about... well, until now.

Hoseok texted the other boys in the group chat to join them in the living room as well, they need to hear those very important information too! 

Poor you, completely oblivious and naïve to what’s happening in this moment, not getting any kind of hint that not only your best friend would get those significant informations...

“...-what I actually wanted to say with that: I prefer to be independent in relation to all other non-sexual life-responsibilities. Well, that doesn’t mean we couldn’t increase the Erotic Power Exchange, right? To be very honest, I can’t get the fantasy of them taking my sextoys away and to forbid me to touch myself without their permission out of my head. I love to be their good boy and to get praises, I really do... but there is this thrill to be break the instructed rules, getting caught while doing it and getting punished for it. I want... I want to get called bad, filthy and dirty names, I want to be a disobedient, greedy and insatiable slut for them. I want to get spanked, edged and overstimulated, I want to get fucked into the mattress so bad, up to the point where I can’t get a single clear thought together and my brain turned to mush... I want to get used, ruined and wrecked by their cocks, getting my holes stuffed full with their cum and then plugged up, so nothing can run out anymore- God fuck, I should stop talking like that or I’ll get a serious problem! Well... sorry for so much detailed TMI, you know that this shit always happens when you tell me to stop overthinking and encourage me to spill everything that comes to my mind. Now you got every filthy detail you’ve asked for, you’re welcome.”, you joke sarcastically and facepalm yourself. You can’t believe how incredibly blunt and shameless you just threw your latest sex fantasy in every fucking detail at your poor best friend. 

Usually you’re more than shy to talk about such things, in your understanding the magic for your shameless mouth towards your best friend has to reside in the deep thrust you have in him and simply the knowledge that your relationship is platonic. It’s not like that you couldn’t trust your boyfriends wholeheartedly, god no! You know, that they would never kinkshame you for anything, 

it’s just... after sharing those thoughts it would result something out of it. You don’t want that they  think you’re a weirdo or that they only do specific things because they know it would turn you on. 

The other one just snorts in amusement when you voice this slight helpless apology, they can imagine the significant blush which has settled down on your cheeks. 

“Hey buddy, don’t apologize for that. There is nothing to apologizing for, I am way too curious for my own good as well and I need to make sure that you’re happy in your relationship, especially when it comes to the point if they are able to fulfill your sexual desires. I need to know that, believe me. Okay, there’s one thing... I knew you were submissive, my dude. But I didn’t expect that you’d be such a masochistic hoe and that you’d have such a thing for degradation, Jesus! Nevermind, more important: did you talked with them about that fantasy? Would they be down for this idea and would they like to be more in charge? Please do not tell me that you’re too shy to talk with them about it, not again! I tell you this every goddamn time, communication is key!”, your best friend says to you in a serious tone. 

Here you go again, getting scolded by your friend all over again. He is right, you know that... y’all already talked about ‘how to deal with certain kinks some of them or you have but the others aren’t into and how to not make them feel bad or insecure about it’ several times, you tend to overthink everything you have ever said to them all over again. You are always so flustered when seven pairs of eyes are looking at you, waiting for an answer. You are tall, even taller than Namjoon, but under their curious stares you feel always so small, fiddling with your fingers around like a little schoolboy. You love that about them, putting you into such a submissive place just with their aura and charisma and giving you the feeling as if they overtower you physically too. 

“I can absolutely agree with Y/BF/N, communication is key. Why didn’t you told us those nasty fantasies you have in your cute head up here, right away? Too shy again? Do we really need to call your best friend the next time to get some hints to your secret kinks, Babyboy?”, Taehyung rasps into your earshell and wraps his arms around you. He chuckles slightly as you squeak high-pitched in surprise. 

An equal surprised yelp of your best friend comes out of the speaker of your phone which takes Yoongi out of your hand and excuse you with the apology that ‘they need to have an important talk with you now and that you have to hang up unfortunately’. 

The display of your phone turns dark and Yoongi puts it on the surface of the kitchen island before he flashes you a dirty smile. That you’re mortified that they caught you spilling all those filthy fantasies to your best friend is the understatement of the century. Never and you mean never did you hoped so bad that the floor opens up and swallows you whole, saving you from this embarrassing misery. But Yoongi give you much time to drown in shame, coming up to you and connect your lips to a rough kiss. 

“God, I love it when our so sweet and shy Baby has such nasty and indecent fantasies in his head... why don’t you tell us these ideas in every single filthy detail once again? I think we could turn the information into some very good use, big boy~”, whispers the smaller one with blown-out eyes against your lips.

“...or would you prefer that we call you a needy cumslut, hm? The things I’ve heard give me the assumption that you want to get fucked stupid and pumped full with cum as if you are our personal playtoy?”, growls Jungkook and grabs himself a handful of your right asscheek, kneading it with a firm grip in his big palm. 

“Come on, big boy, admit that you want exactly the things Jungkook just said... I can feel how fucking hard you just got from his words... already so hard and swollen against my palm even though we barely touched you. You’re truly such a pathetic, needy slut... I bet you’d already cum in your pants if we just tease you enough... Am I right?”, chuckles Namjoon in his deep, arousal soaked timbre against your neck, nibbling at the sensitive spot of your Adam’s apple. 

“...what about we change our location to the bedroom and talk about the things you’ve said to Y/BF/N? Maybe we could try some of your newest kinks out? Would you like the thought of us watching you from the couch while you prepare your needy asshole for us? Showing us how you stuff you clenching rim with a girthy dildo? Wearing a cockring so you couldn’t cum without our permission? Prepping yourself all messy, whining for our finger, tongues and dicks in your ass like the greedy slut you are? Yeah, you’d love that thought.”, Seokjin teases you mercilessly, rolling your sensitive balls in his palm, just how you like it.  “Y-Yes, Daddies... I’d love to be a greedy cumslut for you... please turn me into one!”, you wisper. 

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