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❒ idealizations concerning real life relations

s2l, fwb, smut, angst | 40.9k

❒ wishing for you

smut, fluff, angst | twoshot

❒ visions

yandere, smut | 5.1k

❒ espresso

boxer jk, fluff, smut | 14.6k

❒ perfect

fluff / slight Angst | 13k

❒ but we loved to young

f2l, l2s, smut, angst | 10.4k

❒ the blue princess and her red rose

prince jungkook, angst, fluff, smut | 34.8k

❒ rigor mortis

smut, angst, horror, fluff | 28.5k

❒ sweet apple biscuits

angst, 'orange' au | 15.5k

❒ i hate you, i love you

angst, smut | twoshot

❒ we can’t be friends

angst, smut, toxic relationship | 9.8k

❒ do i wanna know

stalker-yandere au | 19.8k

❒ down bad

f2l, college au, angst, smut | series

❒ sweet serial killer

smut, serial killer, angst, yandere | twoshot

❒ pent up stress

smut , fluff | ?

❒ shut up and drive

street racer jk, smut, angst | twoshot

❒ tempest

soft yandere, smut, angst | 31k

❒ safety net

boxer jk, e2f, f2l, fluff, angst, smut | twoshot

❒ rattled

single dad au, angst, healing, e2l, f2l, smut | series

❒ how long will we fall

soulmate au, f2l, angst, fluff | 14k

❒ sweater weather

fwb, smut, fluff, angst | 14k

❒ miracle of the season

angst, fluff, smut, angel au, soulmate au | 17.2k

❒ oath

angst, mafia au | series

❒ pick & roll | la lakers

fwb, smut, angst | 19.2k

❒ when she loved me

angst, light smut | 11.2k

❒ aim for the heart

e2l, romance, angst, drama | series

❒ bedeviled

e2l, drama, romance, horror, angst | series

❒ will it fit?

fluff, smut, comedy, light angst | 6.7k

❒ ultimatum

comedy, smut | 10.3k

❒ kaiho

angst, smut, bittersweet fluff, age-gap | 7.1k

❒ crybaby

smut | 9.6k

❒ commitment

mafia jungkook, detective reader, e2l | series?twoshot? (incomplete)

❒ what was i made for?

s2l, fluff, smut | 8.8k

❒ a lover’s bond

greek mythology,, light smut, fluff, angst | 18.7k

❒ petals with luv

fantasy, royalty, angst, smut, thriller/spooky, fluff | 6.2k

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[kooqitas]

— sharing ★ with: bts

#pairings: bf!jungkook X friends!bts X reader #synopsis: where your boyfriend decides to ask his friends what they want to see #tags: pwp, group sex, blowjob, rough oral sex (m.), fingering (f.), humiliation, degradation, cumslut, spit, sperm, tears, free use (?). aftercare mentioned but not shown. mention of bisexual jungkook #notes: this is more fetishistic than usual on this blog, so DON'T READ if you're uncomfortable with 7 guys cumming on your face and swearing at you. #wc: 2,2k

you see your friends after a months, like since you and jungkook are living together you don't see them. it's funny, cause you are friends an years ago, but at a some months you just can't see each other.

"you're so hot dressing like that, maybe if we fuck before the guys comes..." jungkook said lifting your skirt and rubbing your hole. 

"namjoon text me, he said that come in five minutes with the guys"

"i promise that i can make you cum in five minutes"

you laughed, because you know that’s real…

but the other six guys are at your door in five minutes. not just six guys but six best friends of yours.

"i know that we fucked yesterday, but god, i need eat your pussy again, i'm addicted, i need fuck you every hour, every minute, every second, night after night..." despite the completely dirty speech, jungkook was kissing his shoulder calmly.

“the guys are coming in any minute” you tried to convince yourself.

“don't be so mean to me, give me that dirty little hole, please”

jungkook moved one of his hands up to the thin strap of your shirt, pulling it down and exposing your nipples, he turned you around, putting his mouth there without any ceremony. you were used to your boyfriend's tongue, how he sucked and bit the nipple of your breast with devotion.

and then the doorbell rang.

"jungkook, stop, the boys are here." you tried to stop your boyfriend.

"i'm sure they wouldn't mind seeing me fuck you, baby. and you don't mind showing how that tight hole stretches with my cock, sure?”

god, this is a FUCKING true, you and jungkook are worse than each other, but more than showing, you'd easily let them stretch you too!

"i know exactly what you thought, dirty little girl." he said before going back to sucking your nipples.

and then they rang the doorbell again.

"holy shit!" jungkook complained, going to open the door, you are trying clumsily to put your clothes in place.

when the other six men entered your house you smiled, you missed them, namjoon was the first to hug you, leaving a kiss on your forehead in a gentle way, and damn, you had seen some photos he posted at the gym, but he was BIG…

seokjin came next, the tall man kissing your hand before giving you a cute hug.

and after, jimin came, leaving a wet kiss on your cheek as he always did, the blonde guy had a scent that was enough to make your panties even wetter.

shit, jungkook shouldn’t have teased you.

you noticed that taehyung whispered something to yoongi, who laughed, muttering something like 'have decency?' and only then did you notice that, probably due to jungkook's saliva, your tits were wet, and the thin shirt clearly marked this.

"oh, yes! you disturbed us, i was dying to fuck my wife and you arrived."

a lot of things happened in that sentence, jungkook calling you 'my wife' and mainly, him exposing your sex life to all his friends.

it's not like they didn't imagine, you were friends before you and jungkook dated, the other six knew what you were like, and how jungkook was too, it was a matter of adding a + b, sometimes they would say something in the group chat, but It was the first time they had said something like that in front of them.

"if you want to fuck her, i don't care, as long as i can watch. it's not like i've never fucked you guys." hoseok said as if she wished a 'good morning'.

and that was the truth, besides jungkook, you had already had sex with at least four of your friends, and the same went for him, it's very likely that that's why he wasn't jealous.

"oh, can i? because i really want to do this."

god, your boyfriend was a perv.

“please, i miss seeing her tits.” namjoon confessed, reminding you of how he loved being on top of you, sucking your nipple to make you relax on his fat cock.

“dude, respect my girl!”

jungkook scolded namjoon, but you knew it was a joke as soon as your boyfriend came behind you, pulling the strap of your shirt down and exposing your breasts to his friends.

if you stopped to think about it, you would think it was crazy, your boyfriend sharing you with six other guys, but on the other hand, the other six guys were your friends, and you wanted much more than just looks at you.

“does anyone want to see anything else?” jungkook asked, making you feel your panties soaking, you felt like an exposed slut, a trophy, and that would never be a bad thing.

"her panties" seokjin said, looking at you with devotion, you had never done anything other than kiss him at a party.

“i want something” taehyung said.

"what do you want to see?"

"i want to see her on her knees sucking my cock." it was direct.

"if you suck taehyung's cock you'll have to suck mine too!' yoongi spoke up.

"and certainly mine too." jimin said, rubbing his thumb across his lips.

“let me get this straight,” jungkook scratched his throat. "are you saying to my face that you want my wife to give you a blowjob?"

"it was you who offered her to us like a prostitute." hoseok spoke up, unbuckling his belt.

god, you never felt so horny, your boyfriend and your friends discussed you as if you were even in that room.

"what do you think about this, baby?" Jungkook asked you.

"well..." you just walked around the counter, heading towards the sofa (being followed by the seven men as if they were puppies), and then removed your skirt and the blouse that was around your waist.

jungkook came to you, kissing you as you removed his clothes, his fingers brushing the white lace of your wet panties as you let out little moans into his mouth. your boyfriend was completely turned on, rubbing his pecs on your nipples making you moan even more.

"my little slut is so greedy, seven guys in your mouth? will you be able to handle it?"

"i need to get it!"

"good whore!" he kissed you one last time. "you don't deserve that much, organize yourself to kiss her in pairs, and you know her and the word, anything I'll insist on killing each one of you.”

jungkook barely finished and jimin and seokjin came close to you, jimin from behind, pressing his already hard cock on your back, and seokjin on your belly, at that moment you wanted both of them inside you, but all you got was seokjin sucking and nibbling your nipples while jimin kissed you and played with your wet panties. you moaning to the two of them while the other five watched everything.

you didn't even notice when taehyung and yoongi arrived, their firm hands using you to rub themself, it was pathetic, the pinch that yoongi gave your left nipple while your hand was inside taehyung's pants made you scream in pain, but mixed with pleasure, you liked that aggressive way.

"are you going to call me daddy again tonight?" namjoon asked as he approached you with hoseok, sticking two fingers into your pussy without any warning when hoseok’s kissing you “i missed that drippy messy hole.” namjoon goes fast, he starts scissoring his fingers inside you, you moan so loud because everything is even hotter when you see all those other men looking at you.

"i think the guys will like to see this" hoseok moved out of your way, exposing everyone to the image of you moaning into namjoon's fingers.

"so pretty our bimbo slut!" jimin said, watching the scene.

your boyfriend wanted to tell namjoon to stop it, take you to the bedroom and fuck you until his body shut down, but just seeing how much fun you were having with it all made him wait.

namjoon adds a third finger in without warning and you're feel so humiliated, leak around his hands when he fucks his fingers in and out of your cunt at an insane rhythm. 

"tell your boyfriend how much you miss my cock opening all that hole, how much you miss your girl juices running down my cock. how you love look at my cock crammed in your tight pussy” and then he took his fingers out of you, rubbing them on your lips and forcing you to kneel on the floor. “you're not going to cum, unless whore, you're going to shove our dicks down your throat and let us cum all over your body, then your boyfriend sees what he does to you full of other men's cum”

and then you noticed the other six men approach you with their dicks in their hands, taehyung was the first to pull your hair, and you were agile with your warm tongue tracing his dick up and down.

while your tongue was still on taehyung, hoseok rubbed his balls in your face, and you tried to grab them on your tongue too, but it was in vain.

“jungkook you date a prostitute!” seokjin said when you grabbed his dick, starting a masturbation.

"i'm sure she can handle two" jimin said, shoving his cock along with taehyung's down your throat.

and you sucked it, not even you know how, but you sucked it like it was the most delicious lollipop in the world while they both thrust hard into your throat.

at one point in the night, you had jimin and taehyung's dick in your mouth and seokjin and hoseok one in each hand. namjoon, jungkook and yoongi took turns rubbing their dicks over your body and slapping your chest and face.

jimin took his dick out of your mouth, and you fit seokjin's cock, watching from the side as jimin started jerking off.

yoongi was in your right hand, you caressing his balls.

you felt some tears in your eyes, sometimes hitting your friends' thighs to make them stop for you to breathe, before returning to the aggressive pace.

the feeling was much more pleasant due to the environment than the sexual act itself, since you could barely actually suck the dicks, every time someone was coming in and out of your mouth.

"i think this stupid bitch was too greedy, she hasn't choked on my dick yet" namjoon complained, making you release seokjin and hoseok's dick that were in your mouth, when the two came out, an absurd amount of saliva ran out of you, it was humiliating, but you didn't have much time to think as soon namjoon grabbed your hair and made your nose touch his pelvis.

and then yoongi and jungkook joined him, rubbing their balls all over your face while you just opened your mouth and gladly accepted whatever they gave you.

"you look like a bitch in heat, trying to suck all these dicks when you clearly can't!" yoongi complained.

and this triggered a series of humiliations.

"disgusting mouth, can't even suck dick properly!" jimin said.

"i'm ashamed to say that that mouth touched my dick." seokjin said as he buried his throat on his cock, making you cough and cry.

"i think the only good hole in you is your pussy." namjoon said shortly after spitting at you, encouraging the other six to do the same.

no matter how much they cursed and humiliated you, you had never felt so good, the feeling of having seven men in a circle around you was inexplicable.

and when hoseok left your mouth just to cum you felt even better.

his sperm falling down your face and breasts, mixing with that of jimin and taehyung who came soon after.

“our cumslut, so disgusting, free whore, thank u, jungkook” taehyung joked, grabbing your hair.

you came back with namjoon's dick in your mouth, choking and coughing several times as he fucked your mouth with even greater force than he used to do in your other holes.

“dating jungkook made you stupid, that mouth doesn't do anything right!” namjoon shouted, pulling his dick out of your throat only to spit a thick string of saliva there and hit you on face.

your face full of other guys cum while you was still sucking namjoon was what made your boyfriend cum on your face, making namjoon's big cock a little dirty.

"be useful at least a little and make me cum in that throat" yoongi said.

you put yoongi's dick back in your mouth, sucking it and namjoon's as they fucked you, and you saw stars as they came together and filled your throat, so full to the point that it leaked out of your mouth even though you tried to swallow.

you cum, without any stimulation other than the humiliation and the cum on your body, you just came so hard that your body shook.

you were a mess, your entire body and the room floor is a mixture of tears, cum, and spit. and you were still fucking wet.

"do you want some help with her?" your friends offered, after putting on your clothes and seeing that you were completely destroyed.

“no need,” jungkook thanked. "i take care of my princess."

and then the other six walked over to you, giving you a careful peck on the mouth before being led to the door.

[kooberist]

. . . . ⋆.˚ when i see you cry it makes me smile~ ♪ 𔓘

nerd!jungkook x crush!reader

non con, sadistic jk, crying, mentally ill jk? jimin being the devil on jks shoulder

His lips purred into a smile so wide that they parted and his eyes squinted, teeth showing. His smile was almost angelic, as if he held a secret that could brighten the darkest of days.

Your face did the opposite. Lips quivering as tears overflowed your waterline and made your eyelashes all soggy and your eyebrows all furrowed.

This was all going on at the same time. Jungkook was smiling because you were crying, something he found inexplicably joyful.

Why? Why did he find joy in your tears?

Jungkook's heart beated for you, and his lungs expanded just for you. He felt euphoric when he saw you, but all of it came to a halt like a cog was missing in a clock.

"Would you like to be friends?" Jungkook studied; he knew he wanted to be more, but this was a baby step in the right direction. A sour expression crept on your face as you heard his question. "no thanks." Your words cut through his heart like he was in a slasher movie, leaving him feeling rejected and hurt, but one more thing consumed him: hate.

Jungkook sat on his best friends' beds as he contemplated how to deal with this new emotion. "You want to fuck her, right?" Jimin asked with a smile. Jungkook shyly nodded, and that's when Jimin said what Jungkook secretly had in the back of his brain. "Then rape her." He stated that it was a simple task. With a little help from his friend, he found a light in the tunnel at the end, and that was revenge. He had no choice.

Browsing through the campus library, trying to scurry as the clock almost reached the closing hour and the dim place slowly got empty, nobody left except you and the young pink-haired person at the desk down on the bottom floor. Fastly looking through the big books in the empty, dark island, a boy in a big black hoodie tapped your shoulder.

"Would you like help?" His voice was soft and calm. You shear your head no and go back to searching and he felt like a genius as his prediction to your reaction was spot on

He tapped your clothed shoulder again, and when you turned around, his hand that was once on your shoulder flew to your neck in a tight grip.

He felt ecstatic as you gasped for air and your face shifted to fear and panic.

"Im sorry." He lifted you off your feet with ease while his free hand undid his belt in a swift motion along with your skirt, and your mind raced, desperately searching for a way to escape his grasp. The room seemed to spin as you struggled to break free, your heart pounding in your chest.

Pants dropping along with his boxers. He groans as he strokes his throbbing cock about twice before sticking it in your wet heat with a soft and quiet moan..

"Ah, fuck," he groans. Was he really losing his virginity to rape right now? He told himself it was your fault in low groans as he thrust in and out. Tears are now streaming down your face, and moans of pain are escaping your mouth loudly. His fat cock thrusting in and out as his legs shook and his forehead met his, and sweat beamed down his forehead. Pre-cum and slick juices mixed together, creating a slippery sensation. The room filled with a mix of desperation and pleasure as he continued to move with increasing intensity.

"help" You cried out in a raspy voice. The intensity of the situation weighed heavily on your mind as you desperately pleaded for help, hoping someone would hear your cries. Each passing moment felt like an eternity as you struggled to comprehend how this could be happening to you.

"Sorry," he said in repeated whispers, but when you started to ugly cry, his guilt flew right down to his dick, making him on the brink of orgasm. His legs are shaking due to the sound of your moan-ish cries.

The knot breaks the rope in your stomach as you cum all over his cock in an extremely loud cry. The sweet music in Jungkook's ears echos through the big library, and you grow limp in his hand. His hips speed up at an inhumane pace, and his cum fills up your womb as his eyes shutter and his hand lets go of your neck, causing your energy-less body to fall to the rough carpeted floor of the isle full of books.

His lips purred into a smile so wide that they parted and his eyes squinted, teeth showing. His smile was almost angelic, as if he held a secret that could brighten the darkest of days.

Your face did the opposite. Lips quivering as tears overflowed your waterline and made your eyelashes all soggy and your eyebrows all furrowed. Sitting in the chair of an office and trauma comes back as you retell the traumatic memory. Jungkook innocently smiles as he knows you are just crying at the memory of what he did while he peeks through the glass window of the dim office.

Maybe you will think twice about being an asshole next time.

©kooberist 2024

[iluvapplesxh]

hii!! if ur comfortable can u do billie x f!reader who sh’s? like a comfort fic maybe. ive been getting alot of urges to sh after being clean for a long time and i kinda just need this rn

⧽⧽baby, don't cut⧼⧼

❀ pair: billie eilish x fem!reader

✰ summary: The bliss, the lightness of every single gush of blood felt more and more freeing and you thought it would be for the best to finally make your mind shut off, but one person is always there, helping you, reminding you that you're not alone and that you're worth it. Worth living this life even if it's hard.

✯ warnings: self harm, blood, crying, angst, comfort, fluff, !ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

✒ a/n: I legit teared up writing this...| also this is kind of rushed but I just didn't really know what to write. so sorry, anon!

A long, sickeningly satisfied sigh left you. Your back was against the wall, the cool surface palpable through your clothes against your skin. Your knees were pulled up against your chest, ankles pressed tightly against each other. Your arm was resting on top of your knees, the deep red substance seeping onto your pyjama pants, painting them that beautifully crimson colour.

The tears which were once streaming down your face now dried up, red puffy eyes tracing the harsh, deep lines on the soft flesh of the underside of your forearm, the stinging pain was dulling by each passing moment. 

The weight which was once pushing harshly against your chest, making it hard to breathe, now faded. Your heart calmed from its previous fast beating and you didn’t know if it was because of the way the blood was flowing down your arm, or because of that disgustingly amazing feeling, but your tears have stopped too a while ago.

It felt incredibly freeing, uplifting. Like the overwhelming feelings of the day have been washed away. All those thoughts that told you, you needed this. You had to do it. You deserved it. They were now quiet and your breaths weren’t as ragged, your lungs filling with air completely before it flowed out slowly.

Yeah, this was what you deserved. This was what you needed to feel okay….

But those thoughts fought a harsh battle every time your gaze wandered around your room and your eyes locked on the framed photo propped up on your nightstand. A photo of your amazing girlfriend. She was always so sweet. Asking if you were okay even after you’ve reassured her 10 times throughout the day. Now she was the one thing you didn’t  deserve. So why did she stay? Why, when all you do is push her away when your mind becomes too much and you feel like you can’t breathe without that sweet relief of the blade sliding across your already torn skin. It felt even more painful every time it glided over a fresher cut and that just made every breath intake that much clearer. 

Why?

And although you felt like there was absolutely no reason for her to be with you, you couldn’t bear the mere thought of her leaving you finally. The possible look on her face if she saw under your sleeves. It made you cry harder every time you thought about it at the wrong time and you didn’t want her to leave. You needed her. She was the only reason you didn’t press the blade down any harder, the reason you didn’t drown yourself in your medicine cabinet. She was the reason that you had rushed to the medical supplies in your bedroom when your blade hit that vein and then when the ambulance arrived you told them it was an accident. And when she asked about it you just told her the same. She was the reason you were alive.

But even if she was, you couldn’t just stop. No, you needed it like air in your lungs. 

With every hug from her, every squeeze she gave your hand when she’d hold it, every kiss of her soft lips on yours, life was breathed back into your soul until those damn thoughts. Your fucking head pushed it out time and time again and it made you sick.

You just wanted to love her.

You just wanted her to stay, to love you, to hold you when your ears rang and your eyes burned with tears. 

But you couldn’t anymore. Your lungs felt heavy again by the time you’d cleaned yourself up and then you started again, and again and again until you passed out for hours.

That also must be the reason for your blurry vision right now. Or for the sweat littering on your forehead as the back of your head leaned back against the wall. 

The love, the need to stay seemed to slip farther away just like the blade held in your other hand, falling against the floor with the quietest thud. But even though your knees soon stretched out, your arm falling to your side, you felt like you were floating. It felt like you were finally done with all of this. All these fucking problems and thoughts and you. 

And maybe it was due to the dull thumping of your heart in your ears, or your brain slipping in and out of consciousness that you didn’t hear the phone thrown on your bed ring. But it was, and the screen was flashing, lit up with a photo of Billie smiling at the camera. It rang over and over again but you didn’t hear it, not when your body went numb and your senses were duller than that first blade in your drawers under your clothes.

It was when you felt a soft, hurried touch on your cheek that you came back to your senses once more, eyes still slightly blurry and you could feel the stinging of your unwashed cuts on your arms. 

“Baby? Baby, look at me, please” 

Billie’s voice was soft but you could hear the strain in it, the slight crack in it when the nickname rolled off her tongue. You heard a sob rip through her chest and your vision cleared, eyes meeting hers.

“Oh thank God” Billie leaped forward, cupping your face with her trembling hands as she helped you sit up. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Help is on the way, okay? I’m here”  Tears clouded her own vision and her chest felt awfully tight.

You moved slightly, hand reaching out to her but she stopped you with a shake of her head. And for a brief moment her blue eyes snapped away from yours and raked over your body, the blood on your clothes, almost dried, but when her gaze fell onto your arm, another sob escaped her and she looked away, one of her hands leaving your cheeks to slap against her mouth.

Your throat felt tight with guilt, your heart feeling like it was being squeezed tightly as you watched the one tinge of hope in your life sob in front of you and when you finally muttered out some words, your voice was painfully hoarse.

“I’m-...I’m sorry, baby-..” Your eyes filled with tears and your head shook. “I didn’t–” You took in a deep, shaky breath as your own gaze averted from her tear stained face. “I tried to–...I’m sorry”

Billie quickly looked back at you and shook her head, turning your head to look back at her. “Sh, sh…I don’t need an explanation. I just…–” She swallowed around the lump in her throat, tears still rimming her eyes. “I don’t know how I didn’t fucking notice” Frustration laced her voice and she pulled back.

It obviously hurt her. 

When she had come over to you in worry after you didn’t answer her calls, she didn’t even think about this. And when she barged into your bedroom to see you lying against the floor by the wall, the deep red coating your shirt, it made her whole being freeze with harsh flashbacks. Her breathing had grown faster and she had muttered a string of ‘no’s as her feet brought her closer to you. She had fallen to her knees, one of her hands scrambling for her phone to call help as the other desperately used a paper tissue to dry up your gushing arm.

“Don’t move, baby.” Billie said, her voice quiet. “I’m here now.” She leaned forward, pressing her lips against your forehead while tears fell on her cheeks.

–

The two of you didn’t exchange any words when the ambulance arrived and took you away. Nor when you were lying on the hospital bed, being kept for the amount of blood that has left your body.

It made you angry and sad when she’d left, saying that she needed to collect herself. You knew she needed that. She shouldn’t have had to see you like that but fuck you didn’t want her to leave. God knows if she’ll come back. And your eyes filled with tears again as you were lying there, watching her leave that room with soft hiccups leaving her throat.

You hurt her. You made her leave just like you were afraid to do so and your chest felt tight, breathing becoming a problem. The doctors had come in quickly, calming your breathing with some kind of medicine and you wish it was Billie’s hand caressing your hair as your eyes closed and your body fell asleep. The deep green eyes of the nurse trying to calm you missed that warmth which hers held and even though deep down you knew that all of this didn’t mean she was leaving for good. But it felt so much like it.

–

About 24 hours later, you were let home, but she never came back. 

You were now sitting on the couch of your home, an emotionless expression on your face as your bandaged up arm rested on  your lap.Your head was a mess once more and your hands twitched the slightest bed, your eyes darting towards the door of your bedroom from time to time.

The sudden sound of your doorbell ringing was what snapped you out of the suffocating depths of your own mind and you mindlessly stood, walking towards the door and unlocking it before pulling it open. When the door was fully open, you didn’t have a chance to look up before your body was engulfed by a warmer one, arms wrapping around you tightly while your head was pulled against a shoulder and when you breathed in her familiar scent, your body relaxed. Your own arms circled her torso while you turned your head, burying your face into her shoulder with a deep breath.

“I’m sorry I left.” Billie whispered softly, leaning her cheek against your head.

“No-...I understand…” You mumbled onto her hoodie, palms spreading flat against her back.

Billie swallowed harshly and pulled back, guiding you back inside your home as the door closed behind her and she lifted a hand, placing her palm against your cheek. “Are you okay?” 

The question which you usually simply and swiftly answered with a ‘yes’ made you pause this time before you shook your head, throat tightening up. “N–...No” Your eyes welled with tears.

Billie’s heart clenched in her chest and she took a deep breath in, her thumb caressing your skin gently. “I know. I know, baby” She sighed and swallowed harshly again. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice” Her other hand reached out, she placed it hesitantly on your bandaged arm. 

A soft gasp of air filled your lungs and your teeth dipped into the flesh of your bottom lip. “I thought you left…” You whispered, eyes wandering away from hers.

Billie’s eyes watered and she nodded. “I know, I’m sorry” She whispered back.

“I don’t want you to leave. Please” Your voice cracked brokenly as your eyes found hers again.

She took a step closer, her hand on your cheek going behind your head. Billie’s head shook rapidly. “I won’t,  won’t, baby. I promise. I’m here, I’m staying” She gently pulled you close to her, pressing her lips onto the top of your head. “I’m going to help you, okay? We’ll get through this together” She murmured against your hair before you pulled back and your eyes met. The softness in her blue seas made your mind ease up the smallest bit and then her soft lips slotted against yours tenderly. The kiss was full of emotions, sadness, anger, guilt. 

“I won’t let you hurt yourself again” She whispered against your lips, and her words were like another promise. A promise that everything is so wrong right now, but she’s here and she’s going to make everything good again. That it may seem like the darkness of your mind was going to consume you and you were gonna slip up, and maybe you were going to, but even then, she’ll help you go straight. She’ll be there when it feels like everything around you is slowly falling apart and she’ll whisper in your ear that it’s okay and she’s here. 

She saved your life again and again, with or without trying and she will continue to do so until you feel like you are ready to fully live again.

✒ a/n: hey, anon, I just really hope that you'll be able to hold on with the help of this and if not I want you to know that whatever or whoever you think is worth enough to give it up is not worth it and you'll get through it, even if it's not going to be easy.

[stopaskinf]

Kim Namjoon feels like the type of guy to date a girl who hates men lowkey.

Like just imagine you’re out with your friends at a cafe complaining about their situationships and the general fuckery of men.

You lean back, “Girl, he wasn’t shit no ways. Men never are.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself bae.” He comments as reaches out your strawberry lemonade to you.

You push the seat outwards to make room for him, next to you of course and he gladly sits down.

You take a small sip of your lemonade and lean over to give him a chaste kiss that tastes of caffeine, strawberries, and summer sweat.

“Thank you baby. You always know what I need.”

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Emily x Reader after Reader has a sh relapse, Emily patches and her up and assures her she's still beautiful by slow, gentle, loving sex and lots of cuddling please?

You got it, anon! Thanks for the request! :) Hope you like it!

Burning

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, NSFW, self-harm, depression, mental illness, sex, fingering, etc., injuries due to self-harm, brief mentions of an eating disorder, some explicit language (please let me know if I've missed anything!) Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: With Emily away on a case and a depressive episode hitting you hard, you fall back into a pattern you thought you'd kicked a long time ago. When she comes home and discovers what you've done, you're afraid it'll be too much for her. Emily does her best to show you that it's not.

You’d been standing in front of the bathroom mirror for what felt like hours, but was probably mere minutes. Time warped itself when the urges took hold, every second a lifetime of effort, until it became all the potential lives you might live stacked one on top of the other, and they were too heavy for you to carry.

The hand that held the unlit match was shaking, and you seesawed between the unbearable desire to scratch a painful itch and the knowledge that self-hatred that would flood you afterward. But at least the self-hatred and the pain would be something to feel, other than the abject hopelessness that had seemed to swallow you up over the last week.

You’d known a depressive episode was coming before Emily left. You could always feel them coming. But what were you supposed to say? Don’t go save people from a terrorist cell? Stay here with me because I’m scared I’m getting depressed and I need you? It’d be pathetic. You were pathetic. And it wasn’t Emily’s job to keep your mental illness at bay.

But she’d been gone longer than you expected–over a week now. And your depressive episode had hit you harder than you thought it would. You’d called out of work, you’d binged on food delivery, then hated yourself afterward, staring into the mirror feeling lower and lower and lower. Until the only way you could think to stop sinking was to shock yourself out of it.

You knew it wasn’t wise or healthy. You knew you’d feel even worse once the pain subsided. You knew that a relapse would make it that much harder to stop next time. You knew that if Emily was here, she would stop you, she would hide the matches and the lighters, she would be so, so sad that you’d even thought about hurting yourself.

But despite knowing all these things, the hunger for fire, for pain, was too much to resist. You scratched the head of the match against the matchbox and the flame leapt into existence. Your go-to spot in young adulthood had been your arms, but the burns wouldn't fade before Emily got back, and she’d notice them on your arms. This time, you held the match to the upper side of your abdomen, where your arms would hopefully hide the marks.

You scrunched your eyebrows and winced as the flame licked at your skin, the pain white and bright and hot. You wished you could explain to people that odd, addictive mixture of self-loathing and dopamine that hit you and made you feel simultaneously worse and better. You wished people understood the desire for it, that sometimes you wanted to feel worse because feeling worse made you feel better. But it was hard to explain. Even harder to understand. So you didn’t bother most of the time. You lit match after match until the box was empty, until your side was scattered with raised, red-white blotches, like a constellation of all the shitty things you’d ever been through or felt.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and hated what you saw. And it felt good to hate yourself, like a guilty pleasure.

You jumped at the sound of the apartment door opening and closing, and cold panic flooded your system.

“Hey, baby, I’m home!” Emily called from the entryway.

You quickly pulled a loose t-shirt over your head, wincing as the fabric brushed over the burns. She wasn’t supposed to be home yet. She hadn’t texted or called. She’ll hate me, you thought. She’ll hate me if she finds out.

Of course, Emily knew you struggled with self-harm. But you’d been in a really good spot when you’d started dating and had, for the most part, stayed in that really good spot for your entire relationship. You were in therapy. You had healthy coping mechanisms. You hadn’t relapsed in years. You didn’t know what had made today different from every other bad day in the last few years, but you knew you didn’t want Emily to know.

You silently cursed yourself for using all the matches; there were none left to light a candle in the bathroom to mask the scent of burning. You ran to meet her in the living room, hoping that by heading her off, the smell would have time to dissipate.

“Hi, honey,” you greeted her, forcing a smile. You took both her hands in yours to try and prevent her touching your side, which still felt as if it was on fire. You stood on tiptoes to kiss her, and she smiled, leaning in.

“I missed you,” she breathed, wrapping her arms around you. You flinched and inhaled sharply as her fingers grazed the burns.

She furrowed her eyebrows. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, avoiding her eyes. “I just, um… fell earlier.”

Her hands fluttered over you, a worried expression on her face. “You fell!? Where!? Like, how hard?”

“Not that hard,” you said, trying to squirm away. “It doesn’t hurt too bad. Ow!” Emily had placed a gentle hand at your side and you couldn’t help your outburst.

“Well, honey, if it hurts that bad, you need to let me see it. We might need to go to the ER or something.”

You knew you were done for when she grabbed your wrist, hard. Emily was much stronger than you, so instead of fighting, you went numb.

You felt your whole world stop as she lifted up your shirt to see the scattered burns. You felt tears prick at your eyes. There were too many marks, and they were too symmetrical to have been an accident. You knew it, and Emily knew it, too.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her, but if you did, you would have seen that her eyes were wet with tears she wasn’t going to let herself cry because you needed someone strong right now. If you’d looked at her, you would have seen a mixture of sadness and pity and heartbreak and undying love. You’d have seen the face of someone who wanted nothing more than for you to be okay.

“Y/N,” Emily managed after a moment. “Did you do this to yourself?”

You nodded, a tear rolling down your cheek.

“Today?”

You nodded again.

“How long ago?”

You looked at the ceiling, willing yourself not to cry. “Right before you walked in.”

You hated yourself. You hated yourself even more because you knew that Emily would feel awful. She’d think that if she’d just been a few minutes earlier, she could have prevented this. And you never wanted Emily to feel like your mental illness was her fault or her responsibility.

“Come here,” she said, gently taking your hand and guiding you to the bathroom. She turned on the shower, making sure the water was cool but not cold, then slowly pulled your clothes off. She nodded toward the shower and you got in, shivering under the chilly stream.

Emily sighed and sat down on the toilet lid, watching you. She looked tired, so tired. You hated to be another thing that exhausted her, another thing she had to take care of and fix.

“You should sit down,” she added quietly. “You’re gonna have to be in there for a while. Until they stop burning.”

You sat on the tiled floor, the water leaching the pain away from the burn marks, leaving only disgust and self-loathing in their place. You pulled your knees up to your chest and buried your face, trying and failing not to cry.

Your shoulders shook with the force of your sobs. You heard Emily stand and were sure she was going to leave. Why wouldn’t she? She deserved to. She deserved not to have to deal with you.

You jumped a little as Emily lowered herself into the shower next to you, clothes abandoned on the bathroom floor, and wrapped her arm around your shoulder. She pressed her face into yours as the shower drenched you both.

“Shh,” she soothed, careful to avoid your burns. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

“I’m sorry, Em,” you wept, rocking. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she repeated. “You don’t need to be sorry. I love you. You’re gonna be okay.”

“I hate myself,” you whispered.

Emily gently grabbed your face and tilted it toward her. There were tears in her eyes, too. “Baby, please don’t say that.”

“I can’t help it.” Your voice was so quiet, so small, the sound of the shower almost drowned it out.

“That’s okay,” Emily said, brushing strands of wet hair out of your face. “We’re gonna get you some help, okay?”

You looked in her eyes then for the first time since she’d discovered the burn marks. You didn’t know what you’d expected to see: annoyance, disgust, hatred, or worst of all, ambivalence. But there was none of that in Emily’s eyes. Only love and concern.

Even so, you were scared to ask what you needed to ask. “Do you still love me?”

“Oh, honey, of course I do. I could never stop loving you.”

And then you kissed her. You kissed her with the cool water pouring down around your bodies. With your skin hot from the burns and from your aching love for Emily. You kissed her desperately, hungrily, like someone clinging to a lifeboat, and Emily was. She was your lifeboat. And for Emily’s part, she was gentle, almost too gentle, as if you might break at any moment.

You wrapped your legs and arms around her and she held you so carefully, so mindful of your burns. You shuddered in the cool water as your hips pushed against her.

Emily moaned into your mouth, her hands faltering for a moment.

“Y/N,” she said breathlessly, pulling away to hold your face in her hands. “We don’t have to do this." She looked at you a moment longer, then added, "I love you.”

You kissed her again. Her mouth. Her forehead. Her collarbone. Emily’s chest heaved into you and your heart beat rapidly.

“Please,” you begged. “Show me.”

Emily pulled you into her, letting her tongue and her lips roam over your neck, letting her hips meet yours as the water surrounded you, soothing your burns the way Emily soothed the roiling, burning despair inside of you.

“I love you,” she whispered as she kissed your eyelids. “I love you,” she whispered as she pressed her hands into the soft flesh of your ass. “I love you,” she whispered as she slipped her fingers inside of you. You bit back a moan and trembled against her, your body pulsing around her.

She fucked you slowly, tenderly, as if it was both your first time and your last, though this was neither. And she kept saying it–“I love you”–again and again, never stopping, so that all the darkness in your mind, all the self-doubt, didn’t have any room to make itself heard.

You let out a strangled groan as your body tensed around her, and when your pleasure flooded you, it was like you were on fire. And this fire was so much better, louder, brighter, than any flame you’d ever held to your body. It was a burning that consumed you, one that would leave you new and glistening afterward instead of scarred and in ashes.

You fell limp against her as she removed her fingers, kissing your forehead, your collarbone, your mouth, swirling her tongue with yours until you felt drunk on her. “I love you,” she said, and you didn’t think you’d ever get tired of hearing it. “I love you.”

You were quiet as she turned off the shower head. Quiet as you both dried off, as Emily gently pressed a towel to your side, making sure your burns were clean and dry. She sat you on the toilet lid as she pulled gauze squares and antibacterial ointment out of the bathroom cabinet, spreading the ointment on the gauze, then pressing it gently to your skin.

“Lift your arms up,” she said quietly, as she circled your body with bandages, wrapping it just tight enough that it wouldn’t shift in the night.

She knelt down in front of you and caressed your face. “Bed?” she asked. You nodded.

“You go ahead,” she said, patting your leg. “I’ll be right there.”

You felt self-doubt start creeping back in as you laid in bed on top of the covers, your burns still too hot to sleep underneath. When Emily came into the room, she carried a glass of water and a bottle of pills.

“Take these,” she told you, handing you a few. You drank and swallowed obediently.

She lay down in the bed and motioned you over. “Come here and let me hold you.”

You rested your face in the crook of her neck, and she played with your hair, careful to avoid your burns.

“I love you,” she whispered after a few minutes, kissing the top of your head.

“You said.” You meant it to be funny, but your heart wasn’t in it. Not yet.

“And I’ll keep saying it until you believe it.”

You were quiet for a minute, then spoke. “I love you, too, Em.” You nuzzled your way closer to her, hoping against hope that her arms around you were enough to keep the darkness and the numbness away for the night.,

And as you drifted off, she kept saying it–“I love you.” And then a kiss on your head.

As your eyelids fluttered closed–“I love you.” And she pressed her face to your forehead.

As your breath slowed and evened, and your body went limp–“I love you. I love you. I love you.”

[mykoreanlove]

my only one

Your engagement party was a full blast - the pittoreske venue was filled with the people you loved most. Everybody was dancing, drinking and celebrating your upcoming wedding.

You had been shaking firm hands and giving out heartfelt hugs all night long, so you snuck out onto the balcony to take a break.

The balcony was covered in golden fairy lights, slightly illuminating the breathtaking view in front of you.

You didn’t turn around as you noticed the door open, you had a gut feeling who it would be.

Strong arms hugged you from behind and a raspy voice whispered in your ear - your home had found you.

„Hey“, he whispered, „you okay?“

You nodded silently and grabbed his arm, squeezing lightly.

„Am now“, you smiled.

Namjoon chuckled and hid his face in the crook of your neck, resting silently for a moment or two.

„You know… you can still say no.“, he stated nervously.

You laughed out loud, filling his ear with the vibration of your amusement.

„Now why would I do that?“

Namjoon hugged you even tighter, merging into one once more.

„So you really mean it, huh?“

„Joon, you’re stuck with me. Forever.“

„Forever? Really?“

„Yes, you dumbass, forever. Were you really doubting?“

He let out a deep sigh, as if he was finally releasing the anxiety he carried in his heart.

„It’s just that sometimes I feel like this is too good to be true. You’re too good to be true, y/n.“

You pushed his head back gently and turned around, looking up into his saddened eyes.

„Listen up, big boy. I love you and you love me. It’s supposed to feel this good.“

You saw his cheeks redden, as he averted his gaze embarrassed. You reached for his big hands and squeezed them as tightly as you could.

„I’m not running away, Joon. I know you are the one for me.“

He turned to face you and smiled warmly.

„The one?“

Namjoon was a confident man, taking extreme pride in his talents and intellect but the slightest doubt could turn him into an anxious mess. Especially if the doubt was about you.

You nodded cheerfully, while making your point.

„When did you realize?“

„Pretty early on“, you said and turned around again, observing the beautiful landscape in front of you.

„Hey, wait. Tell me when! Please, y/n“, he whined into your ear as his arms found your waist again.

You let your head fall back against his broad chest and smiled, remembering those days fondly.

„Do you remember when we first met? How we used to be?“

He nodded.

„We were inseparable back then, always hanging out with each other or calling or texting. It felt like we were obsessed with getting to know each other“, you mused happily.

„That didn’t change“, he said as he left soft kisses on your neck.

„One time when we were on the phone we had a conversation that sealed the deal for me. From then on I just knew that I would marry you some day.“

„What did I say, baby?“

„Oh god, I can actually quote it. How lame am I?“, you laughed embarrassed.

„The lamest. But I love you for that“, he chuckled against your skin. „Now tell me.“

„You said you were proud of me. It was super random and I didn’t understand why. I had to ask for clarification.“, you reminisced.

„Wait, I remember that call.“

You stayed silent for a second, replaying the situation in your mind.

„I am proud of you because you’re doing so great, y/n. Eating your veggies. Drinking your water. Taking your vitamins. Going for walks. Taking care of your mind. Staying positive. That deserves all my proud, y/n.“, you quoted him.

Namjoon stood quietly behind you, already knowing where this was going.

„I didn’t tell you at the time but I was facing a lot of shit. A lot of heavy stuff that made my life a living hell. And I was not doing fine. At all. Taking care of myself, even the simplest things, were a heavy burden to me. But I was trying my best and yet somehow you caught that.“

You turned around once more and looked into his loving eyes, stroking his cheek as you exclaimed your love for him.

„You didn’t need me to articulate my pain. You just knew. It’s like you saw right through me and decided to stay anyway. To give me my time to come to you instead of pressuring me into telling you.“

Namjoon‘s eyes were filled with tears as he listened closely, this was the first time you ever spoke about it that candidly.

„You sensed the war within me and provided me with peace. To me, Joonie, there’s no greater act of love. And I promise to return that love every single day. If you let me.“

Namjoon wiped away the tears hastily, but you stopped him.

You reached up to him and kissed him, tasting his salty tears on his sweet lips. In this moment you were sure that this wouldn’t be the last time for salty kisses but you didn’t mind. As long as you got him by your side, you were good.

Your Joon. Your home. Your only one.

[lo1k-diamonds]

SX Seoul Series 💜

SX Seoul is a new club in Itaewon. Decorated with neon lights, its cozy and enveloping ambiance will have you living your wildest dreams.

PAIRING: (f)reader x BTS member - oneshot per member

RATING: R (explicit smut)

WARNINGS: in the post

Crossposted on AO3

1st Entry - Bubbles

MEMBER: Jungkook🐰

GENRE: exes to lovers, second chances

“You think fucking you is easy? You think wanting you and bringing you here was fucking easy? I gave in! I saw you, you said those things, and I had to have you!”

[AO3] | [Part 1] [Part 2]

2nd Entry - Sugar Rush Ride

MEMBER: Yoongi 🐱

GENRE: coworkers (mutually) pining to lovers

“What else have you been hiding from me?”

[AO3] | [Tumblr]

3rd Entry - Like Crazy

MEMBER: Jimin 🐥

GENRE: strangers to lovers

“You left before I could do something about it.”

[AO3] | [Tumblr]

4th Entry - Closer

MEMBER: Namjoon 🐨

GENRE: friends to lovers

“I… can’t call it an accident.”

[AO3] | [Tumblr]

5th Entry - Break-line

MEMBER: Jin 🐹

GENRE: childhood friends to lovers

"I thought we always told each other everything."

[AO3] | [Tumblr] [Outline ⚡] [Snippet 🚀]

6th Entry - Paramour

MEMBER: Taehyung 🐯

GENRE: secret relationship

"But then how would I make you jealous?"

[AO3] | [Tumblr] [Outline ⚡] [Snippet 🚀]

7th Entry - Adage

MEMBER: Hoseok 🐿

GENRE: old crush

"You have no idea how many times I thought about this moment."

[AO3] | [Tumblr]

[jeondesu]

Hi this is my first time requesting, first off I wanna say I love your blog ever since I found it. I was hoping to request a Namjoon and reader maybe angst with a fluff ending ?

— haii <3 tysm for being here, i’m glad you like my blog, it rlly means a lot !! since there wasn’t a specific plot you mentioned i hope the one that i came up with was okay ! thanks for requesting & i hope you liked it ^_^ ♡ some warnings include: angst, (some) fluff, cursing, mentions of past toxic behavior, was kinda in my feels when making this srry if it’s more angsty than it is fluff 😭

ex situationship!namjoon x f!reader ★ ( texts 💬 )

[livingformintyoongi]

This is the anon who sent the Namjoon request. I'm so sorry to you and the other author, I'm brand new at tumblr and I'm still confused by the set up 🥲. I hope I didn't offend either your or the oh author

Could I request a Namjoon HC as bf to a chubby girl (if you have time)?

Sorry again and thank you for being so nice 💜

a/n: Hi again! I'm sorry it took me so long to make the request, I was excited about this one because it was the first one from Namjoon, but I make the requests in order so I had to wait to finish the previous ones :(. About the confusion, don't worry! In fact it was something quite funny, for me it wasn't a problem, and I doubt that for the other author it was too, we are all human and we can make mistakes, so don't beat yourself up for it ^^. taglist: @thunderg @minjianhyung @queenv1997 @yoongtism @lizzymizzy-blogg @superbbananananana @drpepperobsessed @themwordsblog @taekritimin123 @bluecloudss

Namjoon would be the kind of boyfriend who: Every day when he woke up he would find some romantic phrase about some love poem or book he had previously read, write it on a note in the shape of a cactus post-it and stick them in different parts of his house so that when you wake up in the mornings and he is not by your side, you can read them and make your mornings a little more special. You had woken up a little later than usual that morning, your alarm clock hadn't gone off and your nerves were on edge. You would be dead if you were late for work. You hurried to the bathroom to wash your face, but a post-it stuck on the corner of the mirror made you stop. You carefully pulled it out and read what was written on it: "Sometimes, I am jealous of the sun rays, for they can kiss you the way I would want to kiss you. Alexandra Vasiliu," you smiled helplessly, biting the inside of your lip to keep from letting out the squeal you were holding in at the moment. You ran back to your office and opened one of the drawers, carefully putting it away along with the rest you had stashed away.

Namjoon would be the kind of boyfriend who: If he came home too late and you were already sound asleep, he would linger for a few seconds contemplating your figure from the doorway, smiling at the thought that he has a chance to have such a sweet, beautiful, amazing girlfriend sleeping every night in his bed. When he was done, he would try to get to his side of the bed without making too much noise. To his bad luck, he wasn't as discreet as he would have liked to be. "Namjoon? Is that you?" you murmured hoarsely, lifting your head just enough to see the large figure of your boyfriend hunched over the bed, "Did you bump into the nightstand again?" he raised his gaze, showing you an expression somewhere between pained and embarrassed, "Yeah… I still forget we have a nightstand on that side."

Namjoon would be the kind of boyfriend who: Would try his best to help you in the kitchen. From passing you the wooden spoons to chopping vegetables for the salad, he would give his best to be able to spend charity time with you. "Namjoon, that's not the salt, that's the sugar" you shifted your gaze from the pot to your boyfriend, watching as the water in the noodles began to turn a little more off-white in color than it had at first, "The salt? But if the jar said sugar" he opened the jar he had in his hands again, taking a pinch with his fingers to taste it. Indeed you were right, it was sugar, "Yes, you had gotten the labels mixed up when you poured the salt" you nodded softly, pursing your lips to keep from letting out a laugh when you saw your boyfriend's frustrated face, "Don't ever let me empty the salt unsupervised again."

Namjoon would be the kind of boyfriend who: If once you went public with your relationship he saw some comments against you because of how you look, he would go to great lengths to make you not see them and ultimately, if you ever read one of them, he would take it upon himself to coddle you and tell you the thousand and one reasons why you shouldn't listen to the comments of all those lifeless people who just wanted to make you feel bad for not fitting into their very toxic standards of beauty. "Hey, babe, ignore them" he took your cheeks in his hands, quickly wiping away the tears that were starting to come out of your eyes. You didn't want him to see you in this state, just as you didn't want to be affected by those comments, but they were so cruel… "They don't know you like I do, they don't know what an amazing woman you are, what a beautiful woman you are, inside and outside" he gently kissed your forehead, not letting go of your cheeks, "No matter what they say, honey, you are the most precious woman I've ever seen in my life, and you don't need to be like they want you to be. The simple fact that you are you is what makes me love you. It's what you should love about yourself."

Namjoon would be the kind of boyfriend who: Every time you told him about some insecurity you had with your body, he would spend absolutely the entire night worshipping every part of you to make you see the hot and strong way he loved your body, the same way he wished you loved it. You moaned softly as you felt him run his lips along your inner thigh, his fingers holding both of your legs open to allow him more room, "I can't believe you dared to treat yourself in such a derogatory way…how could you when you look this gorgeous?" he whispered against your skin, lightly biting your thigh. You tangled your hands in his hair, keeping your eyes fixed on Namjoon's face and his expressions, "But it's okay, the night is still young, we have more than enough time to show you how much I can adore your body."

Namjoon would be the kind of boyfriend who: Every time he saw something that made him remember you he would linger at that spot for a few minutes, taking pictures of the specific details that made his brain take him straight to your memory. Then, he would send you all those pictures via chat along with a brief message, only returning to his original path after receiving your reply. Namjoon reviewed for the third time the five photos he had taken of the small puppy cafe he had seen on his way home. He smiled as he saw that they all reflected just what he wanted and, only then, sent the photos. He quickly put out the keyboard and typed with a shy laugh his new idea. "I found this place while passing through a shortcut to get home and couldn't help but remember you after seeing all those little dogs running around excitedly. We should come by one of these days to have a snack and play with them!".

Namjoon would be the kind of boyfriend who: Every time he went to another country, whether it was some group or individual work, he would bring you something as a souvenir, no matter what it was. From an item of clothing characteristic of the country, to some keychain with one of the local tourist figures. "Hyung? What are you looking at?" asked Jimin, approaching the small store where Namjoon had spent the last five minutes looking around. "Jimin, be honest, which one do you think is better, the eiffel tower keychain or the kitty keychain?", Jimin laughed quietly, looking at both keychains with amusement, "I'm sure Noona would love to have a cat keychain." Namjoon smiled big at his response, leaving the little eiffel tower where it was at first, "I'll take the cat one, please."

Materlist.

[wrotethisat12]

Old habits

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader

request:

Hiya! Is it possible for you to do a y/n x Natasha where y/n sometimes gets teased by her teammates as a joke . The result for that is that she ends up throwing up what they eat this started at a young age aswell so its like a relapse ❣️

can you include Natasha also seeing sh scars and she gets worried but y/n has been clean for a while so they tell her that.

Thank you!

Length: medium?

Tw: pûrg!ng, mentions of past s3lf harm, eat1ng d1sorders, mention of fire (metaphorically), ummm a comment about somebody’s ass at the beginning too.

this can be interpreted as either platonic or romantic, I didn’t specify the relationship. Not proofread.

please if you ever feel like this I have open dms and open arms I’m here for you, please find some help.

“Ooh, you’ve got some ass to grab, L/n!”

You tried to hide your flinch. They don’t know. They didn’t mean it. Calm down. You kept running, ignoring the comment of your teammate, who was sitting on the edge of the field with sweaty hair and a Nalgene water bottle. I am beautiful. I am healthy. I am loved. You repeated the affirmations that your therapist, Miriam, had taught you.

By the time you had finished your laps, most of the burning wildfire in your head from the comment was gone. You sat down next to your teammates and laughed with them, drinking your water.

“Hey.” Natasha, a fiery redhead, had finished her laps and sat down next to you. The two of you had never been close, having just met each other this year, but she seemed pretty nice. You turned towards her.

“Guess I beat you this time,” you said.

“this time.”

when the rest of the team finished running, one of you ordered pizza, and you all ate it next to the field.

nononono don’t- you took a bite of it, eyes nervously glancing around to see if anybody had noticed your struggle.

No one. Good.

after dinner, you took your time in the locker room, making sure that you were the last to leave. Before you left, you went into one of the bathroom stall and, as quietly as you could, rid your body of its dinner.

———

Nat’s pov:

through the rest of the week, Natasha noticed a change in you. You could never finish your laps before her, often ending last, you avoided everybody, and you always left last. She was beyond worried.

one night, she decided to stay late to see what was happening. She stood on the toilet seat of the far right stall, where no one ever went because of an unsavory amount of spiders, and peeked through the crack. She saw you step out of a shower and walk into a stall. Then, after a minute or two, she heard gagging noises.

Oh no. She realized what you were doing and the blood drained from her face. She rushed into your stall, which you had not bothered to close. Powerless to stop you, she kneeled behind you and hers your hair back, a hand on your shaking back.

Your pov:

this had become a routine. Soccer, dinner, food, purge. This Friday, as usual, you had done the regular pattern, and now you were here, bent over the toilet again.

a hand pulled your hair away from your face and then a matching one settled on your back. Who the fu- when you were done, you pulled your head away from the toilet shakily.

a pair of green eyes looked at you, forehead tight-knit with worry. Natasha grabbed a piece of toilet paper and wiped off your mouth. After that, you leaned against the side of the stall. Natasha did the same, wrapping her arm around your body, which was still shaking.

“so… you wanna tell me what’s going on?” Natasha asked.

“I… I did this a lot, back in middle school and high school. But my parents found out when I was fifteen, and they made me go to therapy. I got better. But now…”

“so… what happened?”

“Carol and Maria… you know how they kind of hit on everyone on the team?”

Natasha nodded.

“so…” your cheeks heated up from embarrassment and shame. “They made a comment about… me having more butt than I used to…” tears started to slip from your eyes, and you expected Natasha to walk away.

surprisingly, she did no such thing. She pulled you into her chest, where you sobbed unapologetically.

When you were done, you sat up straight again.

“I’m taking you out to dinner,” Natasha told you, “and you’re gonna stay with me the whole time after, okay?”

you nodded and stood up to wash your hands and rinse out your mouth. When you reached the sink, you rolled up your sleeves.

you heard a gasp from Natasha. She ran over to you and made you sit down on a bench by the lockers.

“are these new?!” She asked, gently holding your forearms in her soft hands. “Please, are you cutting yourself?” Her hands were shaking, as well as her voice.

“Don’t worry, Nat. I’m not cutting, I’ve been clean for two years now.” You hugged her.

“Okay… thank god… and I’m proud of you. For two years. My sister had a struggle with self harm, and… it was really bad, to see her like that.”

“I understand… I promise, Nat, I’ll try to get better.”

you washed your hands, picked a restaurant, and drove off in Natty’s car.

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[linos-luna]

Anything for You ❣️☁️

Soft Dom!Namjoon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: making out, soft slow sex, soft dom Namjoon, some groping, stripping

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A bike ride through nature and visit to an art museum. What more could he ask for? You had planned a whole day for Namjoon’s birthday. By the end of it, you were both tired but you still had more to finish the night.

You made a small cake and watched as he blew out the candles. You also loved his happy reaction when opening up your gifts. It was some books that he’s been looking to buy! You always seemed to know exactly what he wants.

And now it’s time to wind down. After getting into more comfy clothes, you turned on an interesting documentary and made some tea.

♡ .

“Babygirl?”

“Yes Joonie?”

“I had a good day today.” He said with a smile while patting his lap, indicating that he wants you to sit there.

“I’m glad.” You giggled while situating yourself on his lap. “Anything to make you happy.”

“Anything?” He said with a tease while lightly rubbing your thigh.

“Mmhm. Anything.” You said while giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

Namjoon chuckled as he held your cheek and kissed you back.

His hand was so warm as it cupped your cheek and his kisses full of love and passion. He may be a tall muscular man but he’s really a softie. So gentle and loving. Wouldn’t hurt a fly.

Your boyfriend reached under your shirt and felt around your small breasts.

Adorable and cute he thought.

You were a little embarrassed as he didn’t have much to grab onto but he didn’t care. Instead he would continue roaming his hands around your body.

His hands touching you everywhere was getting you worked up especially when touching your sensitive thighs. He caught on pretty quick and continued rubbing closer and closer to your inner thigh.

“Can you take this off for me, babygirl?” He said softly while tugging at your pants. “Slowly.”

You nodded and stood up to do so. Slowly pulling down your pants before pausing at your underwear, waiting for the next instruction.

“Panties off too.” He said a little more sternly.

“Yes Joonie.” You replied with a nod while doing so. You were a little embarrassed when realizing how wet your cunt already was.

“Come here, pretty girl.” Hw said with a smile while holding out his arms.

When standing close to him, Namjoon lifted your shirt over your head, removing and tossing it to a side. He stopped to admire your form, rubbing your sides as if to soothe you. You felt a little more at ease as he gave you some more gentle kisses.

“Twirl around for me, babygirl.” He said while gesturing with his hand. As you did so, he removed his pants and you could see his hardening cock through his boxers.

He laid you on the couch and lowered his boxers, teasing your wet cunt with his cock. You whimpered at the feeling..

“Are you ready, pretty girl?”

“Yes Joonie.” You replied with your heart pounding.

Namjoon nodded before entering you and holding still for a moment so you can get used to his size. You gasped when he did so, the feeling already so overwhelming.

After a bit, he gently thrust a few times while kissing you. He pushed his tongue in as he gave his loving kisses. You were already moaning with your eyes rolled back. His size was so overwhelmingly big that you could feel yourself becoming easily overstimulated. He wasn’t rough at all yet you found yourself feeling so blissful. Your mind devoid of other thoughts and only focused on the man in front of you, He wasn’t even going that fast as he wanted to passionately make love.

“You’re doing good for me, babygirl.” He said while slowing down, hitting that sweet spot just right. “You’re going to please me tonight, right?”

“Yes Joonie~” you moaned.

“You’re gonna be my good girl?” He said softly.

“Yes Joonie.” You said in a breathy voice while feeling your hips stutter, knowing you’re about to cum soon.

Namjoon came before you did and played with your hair as you reached that high as well.

Namjoon admired you. So fucked out. Like a little princess.

“Sweet girl. I’ll give you a moment before we continue.” He said while kissing your cheek. “Thank you.”

Although still in a state of bliss, you smiled while looking up at his loving smile. “Anything for you, Joonie.

[btssmutficslovingfan01]

Berries and Crème

⇰ Summary: You find that not all is well in the land of Strawberryland, where there are seven men with colorful hair that have never laid eyes upon a woman before meeting you.

⇰ Words: 12k

⇰ Genre: Smut & Angst (Crackfic)

⇰ Pairing: BTS x fem!Reader (all members)

⇰ Warnings: Strawberry Shortcake AU, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Dubious Consent, Implied war, Mentions of PTSD, Voyeurism, Breeding kink, creampie, Jungkook centric, the boys are clueless and don't know what sex is until you ruin their innocence, fucking of pumpkins-food play-ish?, lots of fruit puns/references to sweet things because of the theme, comparing pussy to pumpkinussy(?), plot if you squint. A/N: I DID IT I POSTED YAYYYY! But also please enjoy, I am really tired but I felt bad so here is something I have had in drafts for a while....a fucked up strawberry shortcake au where reader isn't in a good situation-HAVE FUN! Low key kidnapping but whatever. I think I was PMSing when I wrote this. Or it was when I was in a poly relationship with two guys and got carried away.

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You remembered traveling. You were in a car, a really nice car…and you were…yes, you were being kidnapped by your uncle. He said something about some money, some money your father wouldn’t give him. And then the car crashed.

When you came to, he was passed out and you were stranded under a tree.

Suddenly, a puppy with purple fur ran out. You were disoriented and had no clue what the time was but it was strange how the purple puppy that looked to be a toy poodle was running around you, barking as you looked around for anything that could help. Your uncle was unconscious and bleeding out right now so the only thing you could think of was to run away from him. 

There was no telling what the man would do, especially now since you were injured. Sure, he was bleeding, but would that really stop him? He could still very well overpower you. You put your hand up to the dog, as if you were trying to silence it, pressing a finger against your lips and gently whispering: “Shhh, be quiet, you’ll wake him.” You noticed the puppy whining and barking as if it was trying to get someone’s attention.

Suddenly, you heard rustling coming from some bushes nearby, and noticed how big they were. The structure of this area was strange, apart from a few trees scattered around and a mysterious looking log cabin, there was a small fraction of the land that was surrounded by a row of bushes. It almost looked like it was covering something.

Then, a man just appeared, from the bushes. As if there was something hidden there, he just walked out, and you saw how he stepped THROUGH them. So they were fake. He had to be a magician or a wizard of some sort, as the world seemed to warp around him and you sensed something magical about him.

He had doe eyes, and a button nose which was wider all throughout. He was very handsome and appeared to be asian. You weren’t one to guess, but if you had to, you’d say he’s korean. His purple hair wasn’t the strangest thing about him-his outfit was. He was wearing a matching dark purple tracksuit and a light cyan blue and white shirt. His hair was put into a neat ponytail and….his eyes were a deep rich violet. He was probably wearing a cosplayer. 

“Ist def douclf dtep?” That didn’t sound like any language you knew as he opened his mouth to speak. The puppy barked and ran around you, as you looked up, hot from the heat and dehydrated from the past hour of being stuck here.

“Please, help me.” You reached out to the man, in hopes of him reaching back to you before you fainted.

When you came to, you were in a bed, surrounded by two other men, who were peering at you with curiosity. A third man walked in, and as your blurry vision cleared, you could see it was the guy that helped you earlier with the tracksuit. The two other mystery men had strange hair colors and outfits too. One had maroon and pink hair fading into a lighter shade, and he was wearing a really long pink shirt with green and white tights (a man in tights? REALLY?) and lilac contacts in his eyes, while the other had a more normal appearance with blonde hair and blue eyes, but wore a lemon themed outfit, with a goofy lemon printed button up shirt and a plain white tee underneath with some shorts and a pair of white and yellow tights and yellow tennis shoes as well. What was it with the men in this place and their fucking tights?

“Ah, she’s awake?!” The purple haired man ran to you at once. You blushed a bit because it was so nerve wracking to see a good looking guy be attentive towards you. “Move away guys, give her some space.” He said to the other men.

“I can understand you.” You said while sitting up.

“Yeah. That’s because I brought you into Strawberryland. Normally we don’t let other humans cross in, in case they try destroying the town. God forbids that happens again…” He said with a slight dark twinge to his voice. 

“Strawberryland?” You raised a brow and sat up. “What’s that?” You prayed they wouldn’t break into song and dance. 

“It’s the name of this world. You see, long ago, the Berrymunchkins and Berrybugs needed a place to live, so a great wizard from the human world created a safe haven for all the creatures to live, hiding them away from all harm-along with a couple human beings to boot. It was meant to balance out. 15 people, and 9 of the creatures. However, the creatures felt wronged, tired of being used for labor as they had been previously in the human world. So, they retaliated. Slaughtered half of us. You see, we had siblings. There were two of us in each house, and we were happy! My sister…” He clenched his fist. “I’ll never forget what they did to Plum,” He gritted his teeth. You could tell he was going through something at the moment. Definitely looked like PTSD. “Sorry. You probably didn’t need to hear that. But it’s the current state of things. Sorry I couldn’t do more for you than offer a heatpack for your stomach and a hot towel for your forehead. We are pretty much out of medical supplies because the bug workers at the local hospital went on strike.”

You sit up slowly, wincing from the sudden pain.

“What kind of a city is this? Berrymunchkins and bugs, the color….I don’t understand how it’s so…wait, are we in a giant plum right now?” You looked around the house and noticed the shape of it. It was decorated purple, everywhere, and the windows looked candy-stripe themed as well, with green and white peppermints serving as the panes for the glass.

“Yes. Well, that is the magic of strawberryland. We weren’t born here but it gave us these physical changes. Pretty sweet if I say so myself.” The one with the blonde hair spoke up, chuckling in between.

“Wow. And this place was hidden right where the car crash happened? Wow, I guess I got lucky.” You said, sighing in relief.

“Car…crash?” The man who helped you originally asked. “Is that the name of the vehicle that brought you here? My pet, Lavendar, found you and got my attention. I almost never venture out but then when I saw you I had to help. Plus, she’s a good dog. She normally never barks like that,” He said. “Might I add…” He scans your body. “You are unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.” He said.

“Can I ask you how long you’ve been in this place?” You piped up. You had to know.

“Uh…I think a hundred and ten human years, at least?” Your eyes widened. “Time doesn’t pass for us, just barely. We don’t remember the world before this one. We don’t remember why our physical appearances changed or how, all we know is that we’re here now,” He added with a smile. “Together.” He looked back at his friends and gave them a small smile.

“Okay, so to recap: this place has powers and…you don’t have your memory from before you were here and there was a war and your siblings died, and now I’m the first human to cross the magical threshold in a century?!” 

“Yep, that sounds about right.” He replied, nodding. 

“I’ve gotta be dreaming. Wake up!” You yelled. Nothing happened. The men just stared at you like you grew a third arm.

“Ugh, why isn’t it working?” He sat down on the bed, next to you as you slapped your face.

“Please stop doing that, you’ll give yourself a concussion at this rate.” He said with a softer tone. You felt oddly compelled to listen to everything he said without protest. Technically, he did save you. You blushed as he grabbed your arms to keep you from smacking your forehead a fifth time.

“I uh…thanks for saving me,” You sighed. “Actually, I was in danger before you found me anyways…” You weren’t sure if you wanted to share.

“It’s okay. You sound shaken up. Makes sense, you were trapped there for a long time. Look at your skin, you’ve been sweating so much, and your body is barely sitting up straight. We need to get you some food and proper care immediately.” He said, making your heart skip a beat yet again.

Your stomach grumbled just as he said that. Damn you!

“Uh…sir?” You asked hesitantly.

“Yes?” He parted his lips and looked at you with so much focus you thought you would explode.

“What’s your name?” 

“Jungkook.” He smiled at you.

“I’m Y/N.” You smiled back at him.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” He kissed your hand. He let his lips linger there for a moment and looked back at the other men before looking back at you. “I’ll let my friends here introduce themselves to you. I gotta take Lavender on a walk.” He said, before leaving through the front door.

“I’m Seokjin. ‘Jin,’ for short.” The blonde said, standing tall.

“And I’m Jimin. Also go as ‘Jimmy,’ or ‘Chim.’ But only my friends call me that really.” The pink haired one scratched his head.

“Okay, I have a weird question for you guys but…promise not to judge?” You asked, blushing a bit as you tried not to stare at the outlines of their bulges.

“What is it?” Jin asked curiously.

“Why are you wearing tights?” 

It was as if you asked ‘how do you breathe?’ to them, as they started roaring with laughter.

“Honey, I don't know what to tell you. We’ve always worn tights. Why do you ask?” Jin asked, completely oblivious to the fact that even though he was wearing shorts the tights did press down on his dick.

You look at Jimin, who was wearing the shirt and suddenly noticed it was JUST the shirt. You licked your lips. That was very interesting to know that you were seeing everything below the shirt, even though he was wearing tights.

“You’re not wearing pants.” You said.

“Of course I’m not! I never wear pants.” He folded his arms. 

“He’s protesting them because the rest of us tease him about his habit about walking around naked in his house.” Jin shared with you.

“I get it. So you all live alone?” You asked, changing the subject. That’s enough ogling Jimin’s obvious bulge for now. At least you had confirmation he was pantsless.

“Yeah. We do.” Jin says. “There’s seven of us, at the moment.” 

“Oh?” You perked up. There were more? If the trend follows they were all gorgeous men.

“Might I add, Jungkook was right,” He slowly let his fingers trail down your chin. “You are quite interesting to look at. We’ve never seen anyone with your eye or hair color around, and that skin tone.” He was vague, but that was okay, as you knew you were exhausted and didn’t look your best.

“Sorry…I think I need a shower.” You felt rude, but Jimin walked you out of the bed towards it. The shower and bathroom was pretty similar to home so you were thankful. After you were done you changed back into your bloody clothes, which caused both Jin and Jimin to freak out.

“Here, take my shirt!” Jin said, throwing off his button down.

“You can take my tights,” Jimin said, and before you could stop him…penis.

You were staring. It was just..out in the open. And Jin wasn’t even batting an eye! Did these men have no concept of shame? You blushed. He wasn’t even wearing underwear.

“What?” Jimin looked at you. “Did I say something?” Jin shrugged as you simply ogled Jimin.

“S-sorry. Uh…in my world it is customary for men and women to not show their genitalia to each other unless they are practicing sexual relations with each other.” You explained.

“Sexual…” Jimin started.

“Relations…?” Jin finished.

“What’s that?” They both had no clue what the fuck sex was. Your mind went to a very bad place. You decided, the opportunity doesn’t present itself often, you needed to get your mind off the fact that a few hours ago your uncle kidnapped you, and Jungkook had gotten you horny beyond belief. Not to mention, these two seemed more than intrigued by you anyways.

“You want me to show you?” You raised a brow.

“Show us how?” Jimin asked, his cock swinging back and forth as he spoke.

“You know the thing you use to pee with?” You asked.

“Yeah,” Jimin smiled. “My penis.” He said.

“Correct. Did you know you could also put it in something and make it feel good?” You said, smirking.

“Like what?” He asked.

“Anything, different textures. Obviously you’re both novices so I’ll just give you something easy to start with,” You looked around and noticed two pumpkins sitting on the counter, with all the seeds scooped out of them. “Oh, I know…guys, is Jungkook using those pumpkins?” You ask.

“No, he was planning to throw them out soon cause they go bad in a few days.” Jin says.

“Okay great. So I want you guys right now to take the pumpkins,” You say, smirking as you had a great idea to ‘teach’ them, without fully corrupting them just yet. They listen to your instructions. “Pull down your tights and take out your penises,” You tell them. They do that. “Now, slowly move your penis into the hole Jungkook cut out, it should be big enough,” You observe them slowly, smirking as they started, eyebrows furrowed like they were learning a new skill. “Every time you move your hips back and forth, it’s called fucking,” You say. “Congrats on learning how to have sex. Basically, you just masturbated, or ‘self-pleasured.’” You tell them, clapping.

“Fucking. Mmm…Y/N, this feels really good.” Jimin groaned. His moans just got you riled up.

“I feel like I might explode, from the inside…” Jin said, his white shirt patched with sweat, and you could see his nipples were erect through the shirt.

“Let it happen, it feels like you’re about to pee? That’s called an orgasm.” You said.

“Orgasm,” Jimin repeated. “O-orgasm….Y/N, I’m about to orgasm!” He said, as if he had just learned a new vocab word.

“Come for me Jimin, baby…come for me.” You whispered against his ear, sucking the shell of it as he continued fucking into the pumpkin, the sound of his cock hitting the back of it could be heard. The slosh of Jimin’s and Seokjin’s cocks moving in and out of their respective pumpkins were all you could hear at the moment.

“Ahhhh nnnnnggg…” Jimin moaned, filling the pumpkin with his semen at the same time as Jin, who came and groaned, looking at you ecstatically.

“That was great!” Jin smiled. “I wanna do that all the time!” He told you.

“Well that’s the thing about sex, it’s good. It feels good, or is supposed to feel good.” You explained. “I haven’t had sex in a few months.” You sigh.

“Do you wanna try?” Jin handed his cum-filled pumpkin to you in hopes of trying to cheer you up. 

“Sorry, Jin,” You pushed the pumpkin back to him, crinkling your nose a bit. The smell of cum wasn’t bad, it was just the idea of having cold cum on your hands. “Women have a different anatomy than men. I might as well teach you guys the second lesson.” You explain.

“Hm?” Jimin asked.

You slowly pull off the tights Jimin lent you. The men crouch down, so they can take a look. They were staring at your panties.

“You’ve never seen underwear before?” You asked.

“No.” Jin said, staring intently between your legs.

“Us women have a different body structure than yours. We don’t have penises to fuck pumpkins with…” You said, chuckling slightly at the end of your sentence. “…instead we have wombs and holes that are meant to be fucked…” You slowly pulled off your panties to show them, blushing pink as they stared at your exposed clit.

“Oh…” Jin looked at it, with a mouth-watering expression.

“Wow…it’s so pretty.” Jimin said, complimenting you.

“C-can I touch it?” Jin asked. You knew this was already a pretty slippery slope but he was the one asking.

“Yeah, sure, if you want.” You whispered. Jin slowly squeezed on your clit, and circled his fingers around slowly.

“Does that feel good, Y/N?” He asked, staring directly at you. “It smells so yummy,” He whispers. “Can I eat it?” Oh god.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.

“H-huh?!” Jimin looks at Jin with a blush too. “No fair-I wanna eat it!” Jimin said.

“O-or…” You piped up. You should probably stop talking. “You could both share it.” You said, slowly taking their hands and placing one on either side of your inner thighs while you sat on the bed.

“Okay…” Jimin nodded.

“Yeah, I don’t mind.” Jin said in agreement. They both slowly slid their tongues up your clit as you moaned. It had been too long since you had a guy or two go down on you. 

“Sorry, does it hurt?” Jimin was confused but he had the right idea as you groaned.

“Mm, no, it feels good.” You admit. You sigh, before Jin slowly trailed his tongue down to your sweet spot. You gasped.

“Ah, watch it…that’s the hole…” You tried to explain. “Like the pumpkin?” He didn’t say it like he was clarifying, it was almost like he caught on what you were trying to do. One thing you knew for sure was that these guys learned fast…perhaps their intellect was also enhanced in this colorful twisted Strawberryland. “I understand…so you want us to stuff your wet fleshy hole in the same way?” He said, now using a bit of his saliva to part your inner lips, spreading it apart to get better access to you. You let out a ghastly moan as your juices mixed with his, and as Jimin kept sucking your clit all while this was happening all you could do was moan out, your eyes squeezed shut.

“That makes her feel good, huh?” Jimin’s voice was raspy now, as he panted, staring at your body almost like he was taking you in before destroying you.

“Let’s do the fucking,” Jin said, toying with your clit and using another finger on your exposed opening as your body sucked him in with ease. Your weeping cunt was forced to take his fingers, as he realized he could fuck you with two instead of one. “She’s like a keyboard, Jimin, we play her with our fingers and she makes wonderful music with her lips.” Jin said so innocently yet with his erotic expression and the raging boner he was rocking you begged to differ. 

“Maybe she’ll like it here…she’s also a little sour.” Jimin asked, as he moved his hands further up your body to try and find your other weak spots. Then he stopped at your breasts, squeezing them through your bra and shirt. Jimin lifted your shirt off your body before you could protest. 

“W-wait…” You whispered, but Jin was already too busy licking your sopping clit and thrusting his digits in and out of your hole while Jimin was focused on the new part of you he had just discovered.

“So that’s what you look like underneath…” Jimin said with a light glimmer in his eyes. “I wanna fucking you.” You suppressed a giggle at his flimsy attempt at using the word but soon enough it turned into a moan as he pinched your nipples, hard.

“Ah!” You screamed.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you want me to help you orgasm?” Jimin asked, with a small pout on his lips.

“Y-yes, but…it hurts when you squeeze me like that. Don’t be too rough, okay?” You told him gently.

“Sorry.” He leaned in and kissed you softly at first, while you thrust your hips back and forth reflexively on Jin’s fingers. Jimin’s lips were plump and juicy as his ass looked earlier in those tights, and you could taste a faint hint of raspberries on them…he tasted like a sweet treat! He kneaded your breasts with his hands, circling them around as you came on Jin’s hands and face.

“Cumming!” You moaned, as you came to a climax. Your body was still aching for more though, as Jin licked up your juices and trailed kisses down to your clit again before stringing beads of your cum back up with his nose. The sight in itself was marvelous. “Please give me your cocks,” You begged. “I need it.” You whispered, with a shell of a moan.

Just as Jin was about to speak and Jimin was playing with your breasts some more, you heard the front door open and a few moments later, footsteps. You stopped your activities when the door swung open and in came Jungkook, who looked confused.

“W-what’s happening?” He asked, noticing how you were naked, sprawled on the bed between Jimin and Jin in a compromising situation.

“Um, nothing!” You quickly hid behind the sheets, as Jimin tried to continue grabbing you. “Jimin, stop!”

“Why are you suddenly so shy? You were begging for our penises just moments ago.” He said with a seductive inflection in his voice.

“That’s because-it’s private! You normally don’t do that with just anyone. I was just showing you and Jin because you asked.” You explained, blushing as Jungkook simply tilted his head in confusion. You saw his eyes filled with curiosity and innocence too, but alas, you couldn’t corrupt him too!

“Ah, no fair. Can’t we just show Jungkook too? I mean, you can’t blame us. You’re the first human woman to show up here that knows about this. We have never even heard of “sex” before you showed us!” Jimin said excitedly.

“You do have a point there…” You said. “Jungkook, would you like to see my pussy?” You asked, covering yourself still with the thin blankets.

“Pussy?” Jungkook’s face turned a faint pink. “O-oh, you mean like…” 

“Wait, could it be that you know about it, Jungkook?” Jin asked, slinging his arm around the man as he scratched his head.

“I learned it from Doctor Genus, the berrymuchkin prodigy,” Jungkook explained. “Remember, I was trying to learn to become a Doctor because of the shortage in hospitals?” Jungkook explained. He looked at you, with widened eyes. “I’ve never seen one of our own species before…I do wonder what it looks like.” He said.

“So you wanna see it?” You asked. Jin and Jimin licked their lips, as Jungkook replied.

“Yes.”

At once, Jimin and Jin pulled the covers off you to reveal your naked body to Jungkook.

“Wow…it’s so…pretty,” Jungkook slowly crouched down to inspect it. “Definitely not like a bug,” You felt like his reaction so far has made sense in terms of what you’re used to for men your age (which still in their mid-twenties is still pretty shit considering a lot of them lie about their experience). “May I…inspect it?” You gulped. He was being so respectful. You nodded slightly, spreading your legs so Jungkook could get a better look. “This is great. A real pussy!” He sounded more excited. 

“Yeah. And guess what Jungkook?” Jin said.

“What?” You were a bit afraid of what the two were about to say to him, as you knew if they started they would get hooked on your pussy.

“She gave me and Jimin permission to fucking her.” Of course, the one time he used it grammatically correctly was of course when he was describing it to the one man which probably had a better grasp of sex than the others. You clenched your jaw. What if Jungkook thought you were a whore?

“Fucking?” Jungkook’s lips parted and he let out a sigh, his hands on his hips. “What’s that?” 

You gasped as Jimin, who was fully naked waist down since he gave his tights to you, and Jin, who was still sporting his hard on were right next to you.

“We can show you,” Jimin smirked. “Y/N, do you want us to fucking you?” You smiled at Jimin. He was still learning.

“First; it’s called fuck. You ask if you want to fuck someone. Fucking is the action of doing that. There. And yes, I would love to, but you will have to be more gentle with me than the pumpkin because my body could get more hurt. Remember I was in an accident earlier.” You explained. Jimin nodded, looking more serious. You guessed he got the hint that you were telling him this so he could have better guidance.

“It’s okay. When we’re busy using our fingers on you like you’re our keyboard, you won’t even notice if we’re being a little too rough.” Jin said, grabbing your face so he could kiss you. You groaned as he forced his tongue into your mouth.

“Mmmm…!” You groaned. He tasted like lemons, smelled like them too, but it was more of a citrus smell than just lemons. It smelled like a variety of fruity perfume from Zara. He tasted delectable.

“Get a chair, Jungkook,” Jimin said, as he stroked his pretty pink tip. You moaned, seeing his dick in front of your face as you sat up in the bed and Jin started removing his remaining clothes. “I’m putting it inside, Y/N.” Jimin warned you, as you nodded and he pushed his hips forward. You moaned like a little bitch in heat. You could hear Lavendar barking downstairs.

“Give me a second, Lavender normally never barks. Let me go see what she wants.” Jungkook said, before departing the room.

“It’s okay, he can watch when he gets back. Do you mind still doing it?” You were surprised how Jimin went from being a totally horny boy to asking for your consent before continuing. It was a nice change of pace, but that just told you more about his character than anything.

“Yeah…be careful. Short strokes. Your dick isn’t humongous but it is on the larger side so it may be difficult for you to put it in.” You explained, while Jin watched as Jimin was being careful with your body.

“Okay.” Jimin slowly slid his cock into you with ease, as you were already wet enough. He started thrusting sloppily, unable to do it at an expert level but still reaching your deepest spots with every thrust as he fucked you best he could as a novice.

“Oooooohhh…Jimin!” You groaned. 

“MMmmm…it’s so warm, and gripping me so hard.” He sounded desperate to climax as he held your thighs while you rolled your body back and forth while he thrusted up. Your skin smacked together in a way where the wet noises resounded through the room. Jimin’s pinkish cock was inside of you, and you were even more aroused when you heard voices downstairs and then  the door slammed shut before Jungkook ran back up to join you.

“Sorry that took so long. Namjoon was making his last runs. Just got a fresh batch of oranges!” Jungkook said to Jin as he joined you back upstairs.

“D-don’t worry…y-you didn’t m-miss…much…” Jimin moaned as he was now fucking you in missionary position, now on top of you as opposed to you riding him. You groaned with every thrust and your eyes rolled back as you felt close. “Mmm, gonna….orgasm…” Jimin moaned, kissing your neck as you groaned and rubbing his face in your breasts before thrusting fully and sending you to your own personal creampie heaven as he came. 

You loved creampies, of all shapes and sizes and varieties. It was your main kink. So the thought of getting gangbanged and potentially creampied was your biggest dream come true. This right now, with Jimin, Jin, and Jungkook, all felt like a dream. You groaned as your body rocked and you chased your high, thrusting your hips upwards in hopes of drawing out the orgasm and using Jimin’s pretty pink cock to get yourself off. You came, just as he pulled out, you actually squirted. 

“I…” You said, too overstimulated to move as he didn’t touch you for a moment. 

“What was that?” Jin asked in confusion.

“Did you pee?” Jimin asked in a teasing tone.

“N-no, I squirted, it rarely happens to girls when they orgasm but it typically contains cum…and just a hint of urine,” You explained sheepishly. “Sorry, let me change the sheets.” You tried standing up but wobbled and fell back down on the bed. Jimin held you tightly, as if he was comforting you.

“Try not to stand too quickly. Besides, Jin here wants to also try out your hole,” Jimin said gently. “Are you sure you can handle that?” You were still slicked with cum and your own jism that you didn’t care.

“Yeah.” Was all you said as Jin slid beside you, while Jimin moved off the bed. It was a queen sized bed so it definitely wasn’t all that spacious for three people. Jimin and Jin were kneeling while they ate you out earlier too so that’s why it worked out. As for now…Jin teased your entrance with his fingers before pushing his cock in with ease. In contrast to Jimin, Jin was a more passionate and aggressive lover, pulling you close to him and making sure you could see his face while he piledrove his dick into you. You gasped and shuddered with every thrust, he was facing you, you could see how his hips met yours, and how his cock couldn’t completely fit in, so he went only halfway. You had to measure later but you wanted to say he was closer to 10 inches?

“Jimin’s right, it is warm and tight…” Jin smirked. “I like pussy.” Jin said with a cheeky tone in his voice.

“Y-you better, it’s meant to be enjoyed.” You said back seductively, moaning into the pillow as he pounded you for all you were worth.

“Jungkook, isn’t she something else?” Jimin said as he sat on a beanbag next to Jungkook.

“Yeah. She’s beautiful. And this is…sex?” Jungkook looked like he was making mental note of it as he watched Jin’s cock slide into your hole once more.

“Yep, and she’s a fantastic teacher.” Jimin said with a grin.

“I wanna have sex…” Jungkook looked at you with lust.

“Mmmhmm, me too, Jungkook.” Jimin smirked, looking back at you. “Here, let me show you how to masterbate…” Jimin slowly tugged his own cock, looking back at you and Jin on the bed as if he was watching an early morning special. Jungkook followed suit, removing his joggers to reveal his throbbing tanned dick, which was at least 8 inches. It was a bit bigger than Jimin’s, which already was pretty big to begin with. Do all the men here have big penises? You wondered. You watched Jungkook and Jimin stroking themselves, moaning as Jin continued fucking you before blowing his load. You gasped and your pussy clamped down on his cock, sucking him in before the white volcano splashed and the suction loosened, letting him go with a slow squelch. Your body collapsed out of fatigue.

“That’s enough for tonight, guys. She’s exhausted. Let’s let her sleep.” Jungkook ushered the other men out of his house after lending Jimin and Jin some spare tights and then switched off the lights. He bought you some dinner while checking up on you.

“Aw, thank you Jungkook,” You smiled at him. Suddenly your face turned pale. “Uh, did you by chance throw those pumpkins out earlier?” You asked. Jungkook furrowed his brows in confusion before nodding.

“Yeah…why?” He asked.

“Whew, nevermind,” You wiped the sweat off your brow while Jungkook watched you eat for a bit. “Why do you all look at me like that?” You asked, having had enough of the staring for a day.

“Sorry if it’s weird, we have just never seen a woman in so long, especially one that looks like you. And I know I told you of our past, but it’s so much more complicated when…” He fell silent. “I used to have a sister,” He sighed, before leaning back, the dim lighting of the bedroom was enough for you to make out that he was pondering something. “After the damn war, she was lost. So were the others. You’ll get to meet the remaining few tomorrow, the other humans I mean. And maybe Mr. Caterpillar.” Jungkook said with a small smile.

“I hope so,” You smiled back at him. “And I hope they’re just as nice as you guys have been to me so far,” Jungkook smiled a bit, before leaning in. “Y/N, may I taste your lips?” You raised a brow.

“Huh?”

“Every one of us has a distinct taste. Jimin tastes like Raspberries, Jin like lemons, and me, like plums. I wonder…since you’re not from around here what you taste like?” You were a little weirded out. How the hell does he know what his friends taste like? Although, honestly earlier while you were kissing them you noted their delicious tastes. You wondered if they all regularly made out or something to know that. “What are you thinking about, I wonder, silly girl?” Jungkook called you silly.

“Hey, I am not-” He leaned in and kissed you. After a second, you kissed back. He was really good at that. You wished all boys would shut you up the same way. After a small amount of time, he kissed your forehead and bid you adieu. You fell back, and it was off to dreamland.

You were awoken to the sound of the door opening, you weren’t expecting him to be back so soon but you supposed he couldn’t hold back after seeing you earlier. He slowly slid into bed beside you, hugging you from behind. You don’t know what you were expecting, but you stayed still. Then…you felt wet hot tears on the back of your neck. Was Jungkook…crying? He was. You heard his sobs muffled by him rubbing his face into your back and his hands.

“Plum…I miss you so much…” He cried softly, and after a while his breathing slowed. You sensed he was asleep, so you turned around to find him passed out like a baby. You slowly wrapped your arms around him and stroked his shoulders as he nestled his head into your neck while he slept. You spooned him as you gradually also followed suit, and drifted back to sleep.

When you awoke Jungkook was still sleeping. He was gorgeous. He looked like any regular ol’ human, minus the purple hair and eyes, but he was. And his skin was pale, but not so pale it washed him out. You watched him sleep for a few more seconds before he shifted and his eyes met yours with a sleepy, “Good morning,” From him.

You smiled and kissed him softly, as he hummed and pulled you on top of him. “You noticed me?” He asked. “Sorry for sneaking into your bed in the middle of the night. I just had lots of memories…” Jungkook yawned. “Anyways, wanna get breakfast?” You gave him a sad sigh, but nodded.

“Sure, watchu got?” You asked him.

“Oranges!” He set them down in front of you after you joined him downstairs. Because you wanted some dignity, you had wrapped one of Jungkook’s shirts around your hips as a makeshift skirt. It was baggy and loose so it sat around your hips nicely after you had tied it best you could.

“Thanks,” You ate the fruits and then saw the puppy. She ran out of her doghouse to greet you. “Hi puppy!” You pet her as she yapped in your face.

“She’s happy to see you alive and well!” Jungkook smiled at you, grinning. “By the way, you taste like…whatever you eat! I tasted the noodles I got for you last night.”

“Yeah, that’s generally how it works for us normal humans.” You explained to Jungkook while playing with Lavender.

“Is that right?” Jungkook finished cutting up some more fruits. “Anyways, I have to get to work soon, but you’re welcome to join me today if you wish. You’re probably sore from Jimin and Jin’s…uh….play session yesterday, right?” You nodded.

“That’s alright. But…I do wanna return the favor to you Jungkook,” You hugged him softly. “You’re just so damn cute..” You whisper, trailing your hands over his tracksuit pants again. 

“Ah-ah….Y/N, what are you doing to me?” You tie your hair back, and get on your knees.

“Jungkook, can I please suck you off?” You asked directly. That was required in this land where the men are hot but their brains don’t have a clue about it.

“Uh….are you sure?” He asked softly. “I-I…don’t wanna pressure you…”

“I’m fine.” You looked up at him for confirmation before he finally gave you a yes. You immediately got to work, all while his dog whined from her doghouse on seeing you fuck her owner with your mouth. You knew sex wasn’t a concept here but you were ready to change that. Damn your overactive sex drive.

You sucked from base to tip, kissing his veiny length as best you could, before licking the surface in full and using your mouth to pleasure him. You had to be careful so your teeth didn’t scrape him but in hindsight, all attempts were successful as within five minutes, he came in your mouth. You guzzled his cum, opening your mouth wide as he released it all, and lapped up the remaining strings of semen off his thighs. His cum tasted sweeter too, just like vanilla or whipped cream. You knew it had to do with this wonderful berry land.

“Yum.” You said with a final huff. He hadn’t said a word apart from moaning every time you sucked him in, but he simply kissed you and wiped excess off your face.

“Thank you.” Jungkook smiled at you, panting slightly.

“My pleasure.” You smirked, washing your mouth before untying your hair again.

Jungkook took you into town. He said he used to help his sister with her dance studio but after a while passed it to his berry best friend, Hoseok. You were to meet him next, and you were nervous as you learned the guy was a professional dancer. You’d always wanted to give it a shot and Jungkook invited you to go to a practice lesson but today you were just visiting the studio. Jungkook still collected rent on the place, and today Hoseok’s rent was due.

When you walked in, you noticed tiny creatures running around and dancing. They looked like children, and you looked at Jungkook with confusion.

“Those are the mini-berrykins. They are produced once every winter when the spores spread from the trees and a new batch of 12 appears.” He explained.

“So they’re like…baby berrykins?” You asked.

“Yeah, I guess you can say that, in a way.” You and Jungkook walked up to the instructor, who was a red haired man, who looked to have a heart shaped smile and a very adorable and cheerful face. He was also very attractive. Your heart skipped a beat as he turned around and greeted you both.

“I hope you’re having a wonderful day, Jungkook Pudding,” He said with a smile. “Oh and who’s this? A new friend?” He peered at you with a curious expression. Upon closer inspection, he had a red themed outfit too, to match the cherry beret he was sporting. You noticed he looked similar to Jungkook with his casual leisurewear, which unlike Jimin and Jin with the tights, he was wearing dark magenta cargo pants and a hot pink and purple polka dotted t-shirt. He still looked hot, even with the outfit. You thought he’d look like a clown but he ended up looking better than you’d expect from a dude in such a fit.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Welcome to the dance studio Y/N. I’m glad you could join me today. I’m Hoseok Jam, I moved to town last so it’s strange seeing another new human being here,” He scratched his neck as you simply smirked at him. He probably had a better idea of what was what. “Especially a girl.” He added with a grin.

“So Y/N here was in a car accident and she was in trouble. So I brought her with me and she’s staying at my house,” Jungkook explained softly. “She’s been teaching me a lot of new things.” He said.

“Really? Like what?” Hoseok asked with a twinkle in his eyes. “Do you dance?” He asked you.

“Well, not really. But…I was teaching Jungkook about sex yesterday.” You explained sheepishly. There was no point in being a prude when no one in town knew any better.

“Sex…?” Hoseok looked clueless.

“She can teach you,” Jungkook looked at you with a soft gaze. “Right, Y/N?” You were already leaning against the barre, as Hoseok and Jungkook walked up behind you.

“Right. I’ll try my best,” You looked at Hoseok. “It helps you dance. It’s sorta like dancing but….dirtier.” You tried explaining.

“Oh? Dirty how?” Hoseok was inquisitive, that’s for sure. “What is it?” He asked with a soothing voice. You felt hypnotized as he pulled you towards him. You were a couple inches away from his face. Jungkook had turned on some music so you could dance.

It took you a moment, as the upbeat pop song urged Hoseok to move more vigorously, and he slowed down, grinding his hips against yours as you smirked and got close and personal with him. He grabbed your ass, smirking cheekily. You had a feeling these men weren’t as clueless as you originally thought, either that or you awakened something within him.

“Mmmm…you mind?” Hoseok asked as he grabbed your thigh.

“What?” You bit your lip, as he trailed his hand down. 

“I wanna make sure if I touch you, that you’re okay. Teach me this new ‘dance’ then?” Oh….he was asking. And Jungkook was watching for now, but slowly stepped over to you, pulling your shirt off your body swiftly.

“Oh she’s more than okay with it…” Jungkook answered for you, slightly rubbing your hardened nipples through your bra. “...See that? It means her body is ready to be fucked.” The tone he used, the way he sounded while he was kneading your breasts, it was as if his innocence was a charade, merely an act kept up by him before his true nature was brought to the surface.

“That’s not…you know you have to ask before you do this sort of stuff?” You said with a faint blush dusting your cheeks.

“What? Really? Because it seems like you’re pretty much up for everything regardless…” Jungkook pouted slightly. “Can’t we just do it whenever we feel like it?” It seemed Jungkook had your enthusiasm confused for consent. You didn’t blame him, from your previous actions it seemed like you were more than ready to consent to that.

“I suppose you have a point…but still, asking never hurts!” You coddled him as if he was a child.

“Okay…I promise to ask,” Jungkook hugged you softly, wrapping his arms around your waist while Hoseok ogled your breasts as Jungkook unclasped your bra. “Can I fuck you now?” 

You couldn’t say no, not when you saw his eyes. You began kissing him and Hoseok looked on with curiosity. You smirked, before breaking the kiss and turning to kiss Hoseok. Hoseok was a little confused at first, but slowly responded by placing his hands on your shoulders and leaning down so he could meet your lips. He tasted vaguely like cherries.

“Mmmm.” He moaned. “Ah…you’re hard…” You whispered as you saw his cock bulging through his pants. It was begging to be freed, while you looked at Jungkook with half-lidded eyes. “Jungkook, Hoseok, remove your pants.” You told them in a lowered voice. You prayed nobody would walk in but it looked like everyone had left. Now you, Jungkook, and Hoseok were positioned on the floor on a foam matt as Jungkook was at your head and Hoseok was positioned between your thighs. He was exploring you, following whatever his body urged him to do as you groaned between them. Jungkook held you on his lap, smirking and encouraging Hoseok.

“Oh, she liked that. Suck her there again, Hoseok.” Jungkook smirked at him. You simply moaned, as Hoseok’s tongue swept over your folds, and he suckled your clit.

“Ah!”

“She tastes so good….in a different way. I’ve never tasted anything like it.” Hoseok said with a small smile.

“I know, that’s just her pussy. Her lips taste better in my opinion,” Jungkook smirked, before leaning forward and spreading your pussy cautiously. “Now just put your penis in here. Trust me, it is so much better than going to the bathroom.” Hoseok was confused but watched with curious eyes as you guided his cockhead into your pulsing hole, as you groaned from his size. He was a grower, something you hadn’t experienced in Strawberryland yet.

“It’s so warm…I feel like I might pee.” Hoseok groaned, closing his eyes. “W-wait, don’t pee! It’s only for pleasure.” You said with an exhausted moan.

“You tired, Y/N?” Jungkook asked, holding you tighter. “A little…” 

“Let’s change the position. Hoseok, how about we continue this in your office?” Jungkook reminded him of the rent again. It was so wonderfully debauched as you took Jungkook’s cock in your mouth and Hoseok’s cock from behind, while they talked about the rent and finances in Hoseok’s office. You were propped on the desk on all fours, moaning like a bitch in heat.

“Yeah, so the projected rate looks like it’s only growing. I don’t doubt that but I would like to see how it changes based on the changes I proposed.” Jungkook said, placing a hand on his chin as he pushed his cock all the way into your mouth. You choked, groaning as he ignored you and kept going despite seeing how it affected you.

“Mmmmm, too much.” You croaked, but he responded by gripping your hair and thrusting into your mouth harder. Hoseok noticed and picked up the pace, fucking you at a slightly more advanced pace now.

“I think it’ll be f-fine. Ah, I’m…I feel strange, Jungkook.” He said, gripping your waist.

“How so?” Jungkook questioned.

“Something is coming out of me, and going into Y/N.” He gripped your sides harder, his fingers forming small red marks on your skin.

“It’s an orgasm, Hoseok. You’re cumming.” You explained between breaths, moaning and gasping and letting go of Jungkook’s cock as Hoseok came all over your ass. He had pulled out, luckily, and decided not to cum inside you. You still weren’t sure what the consequences were but it was exciting nonetheless to have sex with so many gorgeous men thus far.

After bidding Hoseok goodbye, Jungkook took you to visit three more of his friends. Luckily, they were all together, busy with selling fresh fruits to the citizens of Strawberryland. You met Yoongi Shortcake, Taehyung Muffin, and Namjoon Blossom. You also found out that Namjoon was the one that delivered those oranges to Jungkook’s house the night before. Their personalities: all different. Yoongi was more introverted, he didn’t say much but his bright pink hair made you believe he was a real life anime character. He certainly looked handsome enough to be one, that’s for sure.

Taehyung had shockingly bright blue hair and a blue outfit to match, and he was extroverted, quickly offering you a fresh cookie after hearing about the car crash and hearing that you were in an unfamiliar world. His touch was warm, and he made you feel comfortable. Namjoon had a ‘dad’ type of vibe. When you met him, he gave you a smile and chatted with you about sales. He was really cute, all in all.

All three had their own charm, and every guy treated Jungkook like he was their little brother. You loved how close they were.

“So those were all the humans in town. It’s just us seven.” Jungkook said as he laid down on his couch after you arrived back to his home.

“I’m glad you have each other.” You said with a small smile.

“Oh I forgot, tomorrow, we’re having a bake off. Any dish we want,” Jungkook smirked. “I’m gonna win this year.”

“How do you know that?” You folded your arms.

“Just a feeling. So Y/N, how do you feel about having more fucks?”

After sleeping on it, you agreed to his idea. Jungkook, every man that met you here, so far everyone had been more than willing to indulge in you. Your hair was different, and biologically, a woman. They had some sort of a male instinct awakened in them whenever they looked at you.

Luckily, you were able to get cuter clothes from a Bug Shop which Jungkook agreed to buy if you agreed to help him. So, in your new green themed corset dress, and white tights and black Mary Janes, you walked over to help Jungkook setup. He smirked when he saw how the other men looked at you, like he anticipated it. He nodded at you and licked his lips but didn’t say much as you went around to talk to the others.

You walked up to Namjoon first, who was unfolding some chairs but stopped abruptly upon seeing you.

“Hey Y/N,” He scratched his neck. “You look lovely today.” He smiled shyly.

“Thanks Namjoon. I’m just wishing everybody good luck.” You winked at him. His dimples were honestly so adorable as he thanked you for wishing him.

“Thanks Y/N,” He stopped. “Hey, would you like to maybe hang out sometime after the competition?” He asked. You were expecting it. 

“Sure,”

You visited Yoongi’s booth next. He had set up everything, sighing when you walked up to him. “Is everything okay?” You asked him.

“No, they gave me the wrong shipments! I was supposed to get strawberries, not blueberries.” Yoongi sighed.

“Blueberries?” Taehyung piped up. “If you’re not using those can I have them? I can always make another batch of my sister’s famous blueberry crème brulee!” Yoongi reluctantly gave Taehyung his ingredients. “Wow, thanks bro!” Taehyung slapped his back and walked off to continue. You felt a little bad for Yoongi, it looked like he couldn’t participate in the bakeoff.

“Yoongi…what about strawberry jam instead?” You asked, showing him the box of extra ingredients. “You could create the same flavor out of these, right?” You asked him for confirmation.

“You have a point but…I’ll use them on one condition.” You stop moving the box.

“What is it?”

“You’ll have to help me.” Yoongi smirked, as if he had been planning this from the start.

“O-okay.” You weren’t going to protest. You didn’t know him well, none of them really, but you knew enough to know they were all really friendly people.

“Start with mixing the batter,” You nodded and followed his instructions. “What are you doing? You’re not supposed to mix the eggshells in with it!” He gaped at you as you took the spoon out in confusion. 

“Sorry, I don’t cook.” You grinned sheepishly. He sighed and started cracking the eggs for you. 

“No eggshells. Those are like poison,” You sighed as he shoved the new bowl into your arms. “Start mixing.” You nodded, getting to work at once.

You set Yoongi back 10 minutes but after seeing how poor your skills in the kitchen were, he eventually took over, only making you watch over the timer. You didn’t mess that up, as at the end, his concoction was done. A custard dish, with strawberry flavored spongecake. Taehyung, who was right next to the two of you glanced over as you worked, and his eyes widened when he saw how it turned out. Then he had a wild idea.

“Wait, you should mix these in. Trust me. It’s gonna be like heaven in your mouth!” He was helping the enemy? You didn’t understand the ethics in Strawberryland and Yoongi accepted extra blueberries from Taehyung. After reworking it and getting another batch out, you noticed how the blueberries enhanced the flavor. Taehyung was right, it’s even better.

With that, Yoongi was crowned the winner. You went to see Jungkook, who was sad but ultimately happy for Yoongi. At least he wasn’t a sore loser. Yoongi looked at Taehyung as he accepted the trophy.

“Actually, I don’t deserve this. If it wasn’t for my friend Taehyung, I would have never won. Everyone give it up for Taehyung: the real winner of the bake-off!” Yoongi said, holding his hand up in victory.

“Really?! Thanks Yoongi!” Taehyung hugged him, laughing and taking the reward. “I think first place should go to everyone!” To your dismay, Taehyung started breaking off pieces of the trophy and handing it to all the participants. 

Okay if you didn’t already think you were dying from blood loss under a tree, you definitely did now. This was some disney channel bullshit! You watched how happy they were, as if this was a resolved ending!

Then night came. Oh how wrong you were. Jungkook invited everyone to the house with you, while offering some sangria. You all had a few sips when the conversation took a turn.

“You think our sisters would be proud of what we’ve become?” Jungkook asked Namjoon as he leaned back.

“If what we’ve become are our better halves the bloodshed would’ve been worth it.” He said with a slur, his eyes shutting as he looked at Jungkook slowly.

What? You were more than confused now.

“We promised not to talk about this,” Yoongi broke the momentary silence. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!” He yelled at all of you. “I’m sorry.” He apologized after calming down. You had a feeling something wasn’t right. Why there are only seven humans here and not 15….why Jungkook cried while holding you and saying someone else’s name. You had a gut feeling it didn’t have anything to do with fruity metaphors.

“I know something that can cheer you up.” Jimin said with a cheeky smile. The look on his face and how he looked at you was enough for you to pick up what he was putting down.

“Yeah, and she’s sitting right next to you!” Jin said, lurching forward and pressing a wet kiss against your lips. You gasped into his mouth. “S-sorry, are you okay with me kissing you?” He asked after breaking the kiss.

“Yeah. I’m fine with it,” The wine from earlier had made you horny already so you didn’t mind. You kissed him back best you could which was pretty sloppy already. Then suddenly, Jin was pulled away from you. “Wha? Why’d you sstop?” You asked with furrowed brows, before blinking and realizing that Jungkook had pulled Jin away from you. Jin looked at Jungkook like he could kill him. To which Jungkook responded by tilting your head back and kissing you.

“Y/N, I’m gonna make you my bitch tonight.”

Wait, where’d he learn how to say that?

You were about to ask, before Jimin grabbed you by the neck and took a taste for himself. He tasted lovely, just like raspberries. His plump juicy lips brushed against your chapped, thinner ones. His lips could compare to the feel of a pillow, as plush and soft as he felt, but wetter. Then you realized something as Jimin’s hand wandered down to your panties. As he kissed the side of your neck and his lips wandered down more, you gasped. He suckled. He left a mark. 

How did Jimin know how to leave a hickey?

“My turn…” Namjoon sneered, before kissing you in turn. Your tastebuds felt like they were on air as he kissed you, as he tasted like oranges and lemons. You loved the citrus taste of his lips, which refreshed your own breath. You were panting as he pulled back slowly, he gave you a sultry stare. You felt hypnotized by his gaze, and your body was hot as Jimin slipped your shirt off you unknowingly.

“What’s happening?” You looked at Jungkook for an explanation as he took his shirt off. His skin underneath was flawless, save for a few scars on his body that seemed to have healed from stab wounds, a wide line spread around his torso, almost like someone had dragged it out.

“You figured it out,” He threw his shirt to the floor. “Smart girl.”

“Did you think we were stupid?” Jimin asked as he kissed your ear.

“Of course we know what sex is, you dumb girl.” Jin said, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up again as he kissed you. Namjoon continued kissing down your jaw, and collarbone.

“You see when we saw you, we knew….we just had to have you.” He said while nipping your collarbone and leaving another mark.

“Ah…you lied…” You sighed, closing your eyes as the men focused more on pleasuring you.

“Not just lied, sweetie, we’ve been deceiving you…so each and every one of us could have a taste of your sweet pussy.” Jungkook’s words turned your insides into mush. You realized it was a great deception after all.

“M-my…huh?” You were confused. “Why me?” They could have chosen literally ANY woman. And chose you.

“Because you’re so cute.” Jimin whispered in your right ear.

“And your body is so sexy.” Jin whispered in your left.

“And we haven’t had a woman in years. It’s been too long.” Namjoon groaned, releasing your skin from the clutches of his teeth.

“It has…?” You wondered about that. Why there were only men in this town.

“Yeah. You see, every time we feel the urge, we turn to each other but…it’s not cutting it anymore. An ass isn’t the same as a pussy and we decided enough is enough. And now….we want yours.” Jimin licked his lips, before kissing you again, his fruity scent mingling with yours. You loved the way he tasted! How they all tasted distinctly like fruits.

“But the car crash…” You looked out the window of Jungkook’s house.

“Forget him.” Jungkook said, standing up.

“What?”

“Forget about your uncle. As of now, he is none of your concern. He tried to hurt you. I saw it. Lavender alerted me and I saw how he was startled and crashed into the tree, but then I saw you, and I knew you were helpless. You were drugged Y/N. Did you know that?”

You didn’t.

“You saved my life.” You said again. “Thank you.” 

“No need. I wanted to. We have each other now,” Jungkook placed a hand on your chin. These men loved doing that to you. “Will you have us?” 

You took one look at all of them and knew this was better than any alternative you could have imagined. They all wanted you, desired you as a woman. You had never felt this loved in your life. And they were giving it to you.

“Yes.”

Jin lifted you up to the master bedroom, with the six men in tow, right behind you as he opened the door to the room. You were nervous with anticipation as he gently set you down.

“Be mine…” He whispered. You nodded as he began kissing you and removed your tights. You sighed, as he kissed down your face and then pulled back, now Yoongi and Taehyung staring down at you. Red and pink mingled together as the three of you shared a kiss. You groaned, Yoongi tasted like strawberries while Taehyung tasted like blueberries. It tasted like a smoothie in your mouth, as you gasped, groaning while Taehyung smirked and suckled one of your nipples while Yoongi worked on the other. Both men were eager to have you now, while Namjoon and Jin stood behind them, patiently waiting for their turn.

Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok were of no concern to you as there was too much to focus on. Taehyung’s blue hair under your fingers, Yoongi’s pink hair buried between your legs as he explored your clitorous, and Taehyung’s face next to yours as you studied him.

He was handsome, with a round face and well defined jaw, he appeared to be ethereally gorgeous. They all were gorgeous, but Taehyung’s beauty felt like something blessed by a god. You could feel a warmth from his smile and his gaze out you at ease. His wide smile and cherry red lips made you feel hot, as you blushed and looked down at Yoongi.

“Oh…he’s doing a good job?” Taehyung teased you as you could merely glance at the man, foaming at the mouth.

Yoongi was beautiful as well, his eyes drooped as if he was tired but naturally very pretty and green as he stared at you. His stare enraptured you, as he reminded you of a cat with how steadily he moved his hands down your left mound, and flicked his tongue over your exposed pink slit. You let out a moan.

“Y-oongi!” 

“Mmm?” He whispered, vibrations against your pussy as he answered tiredly.

“That feels good.” You whined.

“Sweet girl, of course it does. He’s eating it well, right?” Taehyung’s comment was so innocent and erotic at the same time as he cupped your breasts at the same time. “Shall I eat your cunt too?”

You gasped, as both men fucked you with their tongues at once, making you remember what Jimin and Jin did for you the day before.

“She tastes so good, I can’t stop.” Yoongi moaned.

“Fuck…I’m hard.” Namjoon groaned, stroking his cock with one hand. You didn’t notice how quickly the others got undressed.

“I must…princess, may I fuck you?” Yoongi asked after pulling away.

“Yes,” You groaned, spreading your legs for him as the dark pink haired man slowly slid into you. You gasped as your pussy wrapped around him snugly and he fit right with you. “Ah!” You let out a ghastly moan.

“Fuck…” Yoongi groaned as the other men watched you get used by him. His cock was making you come undone at the moment, and all they could do was watch.

“Ah…please…gather around me…” You encouraged them as they jerked off around you. Seven cocks, one hole. You gasped as without warning, Hoseok stuffed his in your mouth. You still took it without complaint, as this was expected of you now.

“Ah…Yoongi…” You groaned as he snapped his hips back and forth.

“Yes…” You groaned.

“God, you were just made to take my cock, weren’t you?” You gasped as he made you arch your back. Yoongi was too good at dirty talk. You moaned as some of them came on your face, and your body was covered with white jizz. It was hot, sticky, and smelled good. You bit your lips. The sight was making you even slicker and turned on.

“God, we knew you were a huge slut when you made us fuck those pumpkins but looking at you now, we know you’re a total whore.” Jimin smirked at you, walking forward as he came all over your face. You gawked as he leaned forward and smacked his cock on your cheek, as if you weren’t even a person but rather an object for sexual gratification.

“I am a whore!” You admitted. “A big, dirty whore who loves cock.” You were ready to admit anything so long as you got dicked down. As Yoongi pulled out and left some cum inside you, Taehyung swiftly moved down and had his turn next. He was slightly more gentle with you, grinning as you would moan every time he hit your spot. You noticed he was more focused on giving you pleasure than taking it.

“Ah…that’s a good girl.” He said to you, kissing you softly as you moaned. You groaned into his shoulder as he fucked you deep and hard, but still executing a gentle passion with every movement. And then he pulled out. You groaned, as Jungkook replaced him, and at this point you were far gone.

“Sorry it took so long,” Jungkook pressed a kiss against your forehead as you simply nodded. “Finally.” He sunk into you, moaning as he held you tight. He slowly rutted into you with more passion than the last two, possibly because you connected throughout the past few days.

As time went by, you could only stare into his deep violet eyes, a small breath escaping your chapped lips as you reached out. You were so tired…your eyes heavy lidded as Jungkook came, and you came with him. You needed rest, so you blacked out.

When you came to, the men were whispering around you with worry. They were all concerned about you. It seems they had taken the liberty of wiping you up and giving you a fresh change of clothes. A simple pair of shorts and a blue drop top.

“Sorry for worrying you.” You sat up slowly.

“No, we’re sorry for being too rough with you.” Taehyung shook his head.

“Are you feeling any better?” Namjoon handed you an orange, which you deeply appreciated.

“Yeah. Thanks Namjoon,” You smiled. “I think I’m just tired. Could you guys possibly let me rest a bit before we start again?”

“Of course.” Namjoon nodded.

“Sleep well, princess,” Yoongi kissed you on the forehead. “Thanks for helping me win.” He gave you a small smile which made your heart skip a beat as he walked towards the door and left.

One by one they all left Jungkook’s residence, leaving you alone again. They were all so patient and attentive, it made you worried. You didn’t want to leave but going out and checking on your uncle would have been the right thing to do.

“Y/N…” He hugged you tightly. “I need to tell you somethin…” He gripped your waist tighter. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. “Those damned bugs killed our sisters…killed my lover too. I hope you know that now I have you, I intend on never letting you go.” You were beginning to come to terms with it.

“Okay.” You answered him genuinely. You were fine with it, actually. 

“Really?” He asked with widened doe eyes. 

“Yeah.” You giggled.

“That makes me so happy, Y/N I could kiss you. But that would just lead to fucking, so I’m gonna hold off,” You nodded, as he let go of you and left you to your own vices.

You woke up to Lavender licking you. She was barking up a storm when Jungkook lifted her off you. “Sorry. She got excited.” 

“No problem.” You smiled as he placed her back in her doghouse. 

“We’re planning to meet up at Jimin’s house later. Would you like to come?” You nodded immediately, giddy as the raspberry-themed man seemed to have a slightly more kinkier side you appreciated. The thought was enough to make you aroused again, but instead of acting on it you decided to take a breath. You needed to rest.

Of course, at Jimin’s house everyone seemed to get the message as no one approached you wanting to have sex. However they still looked at you. You made chatter with everyone and enjoyed your time there. It seemed all the men were taken with you and everyone wanted a piece of you. You felt great. 

“So, Jungkook, when is she gonna move out of your place?” Jin asked softly.

“Never! She’s mine.” Jungkook whispered possessively.

“Kook! Play nice.” Namjoon scolded.

“Sorry Joon. Y/N, do you wanna keep living with me?”

“It just occurred to me, I officially have nowhere to live. I happened to come here because of Jungkook.” You answered.

“It’s only right she stays with him. He brought her here,” Jimin nodded. “You like Jungkook a lot, Y/N?” You smiled sheepishly.

“Of course I do.” 

Jungkook and Jimin shared a smile before looking at you. You kept it in mind as you sat down next to Namjoon and snacked on some crackers. After a while, you all started talking about your kinks.

“I don’t know about that one, but try this on for size: when your partner has complete control over you, including when you breathe.” Namjoon laughed.

“Nah, breathplay is child’s play. I’m saying blindfolded bondage is where it’s at.” Taehyung smirked and said in rebuttal.

“I want—hear me out…to be bred. Like stuffed until it’s just cum leaking out of me, y’know?” You explained your kink to the men who were left in shock. All except Yoongi were surprised. 

“You’re such a whore, Y/N,” Yoongi smirked. “You want us to start now? Think you can handle it after yesterday?” He looked at you knowing damn well what he was doing.

“M-maybe not yet. I’m exhausted.” You explained.

They left it alone, shifting the topic as Jimin got some more food out for everyone. You and Jungkook stayed behind to help with cleanup. You suddenly felt Jimin’s lips on your shoulders, through your shirt.

“Chim, you should stop. You know I’m tired.”

“Yeah but I don’t wanna. I want you, Y/N.” You sighed at his plea.

“Okay.” You sighed as he picked you up and placed you on the counter. He swiftly removed your shirt and shorts, followed by your bra and underwear.

“Jimin! I got the leftovers in the tray—Oh.” Jungkook’s face fell when he saw him but then a mischievous smile appeared on his lips as he slipped next to him and joined in on torturing you.

You groaned. 

“Oh crap, Jimin I left my umbrella—” Namjoon stopped in his tracks and his eyes widened as he saw you naked on Jimin’s countertop. Jungkook smirked at him.

“You wanna tap in?” Jungkook smirked. “Me and Jimin were about to have another taste.” 

You gasped as Namjoon and Jimin were both inside you at the same time. Jungkook was watching, as he got more than enough from living with you. You felt them tearing your insides apart, reshaping your holes to fit their cocks. Jimin was entering you from behind, Namjoon in your pussy. Your eyes rolled back as Namjoon moaned and smacked your hips, making you recoil in surprise.

“So fucking tight. Fuck…fuck…” He groaned. “Take my cock…” His words encouraged you as you sighed and continued bouncing back on his cock, your ass smacking against Jimin’s hips every time you would go between them. One would snap his hips while the other pulled back, and it continued in a forbidden pattern. It felt like they were playing a game with you as their pawn.

“Fuck…her asshole is getting stretched out.” Jimin groaned, spitting on your rear end and spreading out his saliva with his fingers. You groaned as you felt your holes stretching out even more with the movements.

“J-Jungkook…I think I can take you too…” You said with uncertainty. You’ve never taken two in one hole before, let alone two in both holes. And now Jungkook was about to join. He sank down, between Namjoon and Jimin.

He slipped in…right into your pussy.

You screamed.

“JUNGKOOK!” 

The movements were becoming faster as the three men grunted in unison, their hips synced in a rhythm as they were closer to their climaxes. Your lips fell open, as you panted, while Namjoon’s face contorted into one of pain, which you assumed meant he was in total heaven. Your climax hit as Jungkook fucked up into you, reaching spots Namjoon missed, while Jimin’s cock rubbed against your inner walls in a different way. They split you apart as the decadent sex between the four of you sent your mind into its own Havana while you orgasmed.

Their cocks touched in ways they never would have thought of, as they finished inside of you. When they pulled out, cum was gushing out of your ass and pussy, while all you could do was watch helplessly.

“That’s a good slut.” Jimin smirked mischievously.

“She’s ours now.” Namjoon said, as if he was still in disbelief.

“I hope you liked being bred, baby. Because there’s a lot more where that came from.” Jungkook said, revealing his erection to you. 

“Again?” You asked.

“Honey, for you, always,” gave you a small smile. “Now open wide.”

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Classes have finally stopped for lunch break. I wasn't ready for this level of difficulty when I decided to enroll here but the universe once again likes to prove me wrong. My head is spinning and my throat is dry like a dessert from doing vocal exercises since morning and it's currently 13:00 for crying out loud. They didn't joke when they said it would be strict but a little heads up in the curriculum would be nice for us newcomers.

I feel like if I don't voice out everything that's in my head right now it might be the cause of a stroke. So I seize the opportunity to voice my complaints to Jungkook instead of making small talk on our way to the cafeteria where we would meet up with the other boys. Honestly bonding through pain-sharing is way more effective than simply finding wether we like the same food or have the same taste in music and clothes.

"Ahh, I feel like my vocal cords are begging me to stop talking for the next three weeks. If this is the first day of classes I dread to see what's coming up. I might not make it till the end of the first month!"

He snorts and pats my back in what seems like consolation. "Have you never had vocal exercises before? Your throat hurting might indicate that you're doing it wrong you know." Yeah, consolation my ass. I sneek a glare at him but he only raises his hands in defense. "No offense Y/N, it's only natural if you've never done it before."

I can only sigh and hang my head in embarrassment because I can't deny the fact that I've never had vocal training before. "Well you know.. I've been singing even before I could speak properly but, yeah, I have never taken any classes on how to do it right as a professional, I guess."

"There isn't a right or wrong way to sing really, there's only good and bad technique. It's not that you've been singing the wrong way, it's just that you've been hurting your vocal cords while doing it."

My eyebrows furrow at his response as I'm trying to process his words. I know he's trying to make me feel better but frankly I don't see the difference. "Uh, isn't that practically the same thing? I don't really see your silver lining Jungkook."

The boy shakes his head and prompts me by the arm as we near our destination. "Trust me, you'll see the difference soon."

"You sound experienced. Have you taken classes like these before?"

"Hmm, judging by your question I can say for sure that Jimin hyung hasn't told you anything about anyone, huh." He clicks his tongue in disapproval that I know absolutely nothing about him even though we share the same best friend. "Well fyi, I've had a vocal teacher since elementary school and I attended a few extra curriculum dance classes."

I yeald in my tracks, my mouth gaping as I look at him dumbfounded. I kinda figured that he'd be as clueless as I am but my guess was off by a million. He might be a pro already whereas I'm standing here like a baby chick trying to take my first steps after cracking my way out of my egg. "Right. Well then, for making me feel like a total noob you'll have to make up for the rest of the year by coaching me on the side."

His eyes widen as he comes to a sudden halt after hearing my proclamation. "Wha- excuse you! What makes you think I'll have that kind of free time?"

"Well, for starters you don't seem to be needing the studying on any of the introductory material seeing as you've already done your thorough review on the subject. Plus you get to hang out with me, ain't that a great deal or what?"

"Uh-" He blinks a few times but doesn't deny that last part as a faint smile creeps its way on his lips. He tries to hide it by rubbing his nose but it's still there, making my belief that he wants to spend time with me stronger. It's a win win situation when we both get to create a beautiful friendship through it all and also hone our skills to perfection. "Uhm, well, if you put it that way I-"

"Now that's settled come on, I'm starving and I need fuel for the rest of the day. The coffee you brought me only got me so far." I cut him off by dragging him towards the entrance of the cafeteria, secretly snickering as I get to have my way before he could voice out his full opinion on the matter. It sounded like he would accept either way.

Upon entering the cafeteria, I look around and spot Seokjin and Namjoon already sitting at a table and indulging in their food. "Oh there they are. Let's go." He nods in agreement and we take our lunches before making our way to join them.

"Why is it only Seokjin and Namjoon? Aren't the others coming?" I turn to Jungkook carefully so as to not bump anywhere and become the laughing stock of the whole semester.

"Oh, they're probably running a little late due to their classes. Don't worry Jimin will definitely come. He'd never leave you alone with all six of us." The snicker that is heard from him makes me look at him questionably.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see."

"Huh?"

He doesn't say anything further. I shrug not giving anymore attention to what he was trying to convey through his words. But what he said was true though. Jimin will definitely be here. He's going to want to know everything about my first few hours here. The thought of him bombarding me with questions makes me chuckle to myself, earning me also a weird look by Jungkook. "It's nothing", I respond to have him nod.

Upon approaching the table Seokjin spots us and waves at us to which I respond with another wave back at him. When we get there, he pats the seat next to him making all my newfound confidence flee like a bird in the sky after a gunshot. And so my poor soul leaves my body once more today, this time to drown into my burger.

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Jin's POV

Lunchtime has never been an exciting period of time for me. Excluding a few hook ups here and there, usually I prefer hanging out with the boys and enjoy both my food and their chaotic company. Today though is a whole different story. I feel restless as I stare down at the fries which must be turning cold now.

Jimin said Y/N would be eating with us from now on, a fact that makes my mind wander. I don't know why but I was really drawn to her this morning. Probably because I've heard so much about her. Jimin has always bragged about him being the closest person to her on earth, all while recounting how kind, funny, smart and beautiful she is. So now that I've actually seen her with my own two eyes I can understand the hype. The girl is flat out gorgeous.

With pale skin clear as glass, rosy cheeks that flare up as she got embarrassed and dirty blonde curls that turn golden in the sunlight. But the highlight are those majestic green eyes of hers that resemble two expertly cut emeralds. Jimin had mentioned her mother being a foreigner but the photos of her I've seen do her no justice.

It's no wonder Jimin has tried his best to keep her to himself even if he claims it's all platonic. I'd never in a million years believe that he hasn't thought of kissing her at least once a day throughout their daily and constant contact.

Jimin's overprotective nature towards Y/N is the biggest hint. Besides I'm guessing Jungkookie might have already had to drive other males away from her as Jimin had been constantly instructing him to do. Yet everyone seems to forget that Kook is not as innocent as he likes to showcase, far from it actually. I know for a fact that the gears in his brain can turn in a naughty way.

Y/N on the other hand.. She looks like the embodiment of innocence. And even though she makes all the other girls look like potato sacks, she exudes a girlie charm that's hard to find. She simply has this aura around her. The essence of mystery behind her every gesture along with the way the morning light cascaded around her made her look like a Renaissance painting come to life.

It only took a few minutes for me to be smitten by her and I'm sure I'm not the only one basking in that feeling. I noticed during our first meeting how the boys eyed her up. They will definitely go after her but as of now Jungkook is the one with the field advantage. Being the eldest though, I'm the one with the advanced experience to my disposal.

"Hyung, what are you pondering so hard about? I think I can smell smoke coming from your brain."

I give Namjoon an unimpressed look as he munches on some fries and eyes me with a brow raised in question. "Joon, you should cut down on the time you hang out with Yoongi. He's rubbing off on you in a bad way."

"I beg to differ! You should have seen your face, I feared you were having a stroke."

"Either way, you shouldn't let his disrespectful ass influence you. You used to be a good kid."

Joon takes a sip of his coke and looks at me weirdly. "Still am hyung. But I know what you're trying to do here and I'm not falling for it. Now spill, what has your panties in a twist, hm?"

I sigh and curse under my breath at how observant this boy is. Sometimes his big brain can be a pain. "It's nothing Joon. I'm just trying to decide on something."

"Hmm, is it some kind of dilemma that's rendering your mind incapable of making a decision?" I sigh again and nod as he couldn't have been more spot on with his explanation. "Well then tell me hyung. I might be able to help, you know."

I can't avoid talking to him about it so I might as well cease this opportunity to take him out of the competition. Sorry Joonie, I love you but the game's the game. And I plan on winning. "Well.. Do you think Jimin will mind if I try to court Y/N?"

He suddenly stops his every movement and peers at me dumbfounded. "You wanna court Y/N? Why? Do you like her?" I was right. Judging by his wide eyed reaction he has definitely been thinking about making a move on her.

"Well, I don't really know her to be able to say that I like her wholeheartedly but from what I've heard from Jimin and the great impression our first meeting made on me, I'd say I wanna give it a go. What do you think?"

Strike number one. Knowingly I put the pressure on him by having to give me advice on the matter. Judging by the goodness of his character he'd never discourage me so as to swoop in later. That's just how soft hearted he is.

"Uhh, I'm not sure what to tell you hyung. I mean I totally get what you're saying but you've seen how protective Jiminie is about her and.." He looks away as if he's struggling with his words.

"And..?" I edge him on to complete his sentence even though I know exactly what he's insinuating.

"You know hyung.. No offense but it's not exactly that you've had a good record of being faithful to your romantic relationships up until now. So I'm just thinking that, judging from that perspective, you'd be the last among the six of us that Jimin would entrust Y/N to."

I hate to admit it but he does have a point and a valid one, if not anything. That's practically the only valid obstacle between me and a possible relationship with Y/N. Nevertheless, I can turn the current situation around and have Joon support me at least.

"I get where you're coming from and thank you for being honest. But Joon, you know I'd never do anything of the sort to Y/N. She's way too precious to Jiminie and I wouldn't in a million years jeopardize our friendship. Hurting Y/N would not only hurt him and place him in the middle of everything but it would also affect the rest of our group." I pause and make sure to look him in the eye. "So if I go for her it'll be the real deal. I'm talking about a proper relationship, full strings attached and whatnot."

Strike number two. Making sure my involvement with Y/N won't become any sort of breach in our friendship is all I need to have Namjoon convinced of my determination.

That being said, it's not that I don't believe in what I told him just now. It goes without saying that I'll have to be extra careful when I'll be going out with Y/N so as to avoid any sort of conflict. I love all the boys dearly so wrecking havoc is out of the question here. Yet the strings attached part is something that I'm not really confident about. I'll try for sure but I'm afraid I won't be successful. One thing's for sure though. If that happens nobody can ever find out.

I watch as Namjoon visibly sighs, probably giving up on his plans and I'm quite proud of myself for being able to outwit the smartest person I know.

"What can I say hyung? If you're being legit about what you said then go for it. Just make sure to do a raincheck with Jimin first. Tell him exactly what you've told me and be sincere. He will no doubt threaten to kill you if you try anything funny but I'm sure in the end he'll give you the green light. I'll also back you up if you need any recommendations."

I try to hide my grin as celebratory music starts playing in my head at this small but essential victory. "Thanks Joonie, talking to you always helps make the right choice." Jokes aside, that's actually true. Namjoon has some of the best advice no matter the issue at hand.

I pat his back in appreciation to which he simply replies with a nod and a strained smile. Later on I'll have to make it up to him somehow for cornering him like I did today.

We silently decided to turn our attention to our lunches but for me it didn't take long as I look up and spot Y/N along with Jungkook approaching our table and so I don't miss the chance to wave at her. Thank goodness the others aren't here yet cause she wouldn't be able to sit next to me not to mention she wouldn't be able to breathe from all the questions addressed to her.

Watching her move around, I kinda get the urge to smell her scent. Her perfume was sweet and flowery, from the little I could whiff during our first meeting this morning. I can't stress this point too much but she's the definition of a great catch and I'll be really lucky if she doesn't have a boyfriend already. That's why I wanna take my chances from the get go. I'll have to play my cards in the open more or less and try to woo her if I want to have any good chances though.

"Hey little ones." I greet them both but immediately turn my attention to her. "Oh Y/N, why don't you sit next to me so we can get to know each other better?" I pat the seat next to me and I can visibly tell she gets a little flustered by my suggestion.

"Hyung! Don't call us that, it's cringe." Jungkook whines while making a funny face to which I choose to respond with a glare before focusing my attention to the beautiful girl who's now trying not to laugh at Jungkook's shenanigans. At least she seems a little relaxed now seeing as I nod at her again to take the seat beside me to which she eventually doesn't decline

"Ahem, sure, I can't say no to that." She gracefully manoeuvres around the table and places her tray next to mine before sitting down. I like how cool she tries to seem. Most girls would have become a blushing mess by simply being in line of my sight. Yet Y/N, though looking a bit nervous, she's doing her best to stay collected. And it's another thing that impresses me about her, it shows her willpower.

"Hey guys!" Namjoon greets them both joyfully though I suspect his wide smile os caused by the arrival of a beautiful girl such as Y/N to our sitting area. "Oh Y/N, Jimin mentioned you'll be eating with us from now on and lete tell you that I couldn't be more glad. Honestly this table needed a major rearranging."

"Back at you Namjoon! I'm blessed to get to sit with you guys, otherwise I'd probably be eating alone and talking to the chairs." She makes a funny face, making both Namjoon and I snicker though I don't let their conversation drag on for any longer. It's time to smooth myself in.

"So Y/N how were your first few classes?"

"Oh well, they were really interesting but, uh, I guess I need a bit more time to adjust to the environment here. Also professor Lee.. sigh.. He's inhuman I swear. My throat hurts just thinking about him. And Jimin didn't even warn me about that belligerent man." She pauses to let out a dramatic sigh. "Correction, he didn't warn me about anything, he just left me to fend for myself."

The cute way she chooses to pick up a fry and munch on it brings a smile not only to my face but to the others' as well. She truly is a unique character. Jimin did tell us she tends to complain about the simplest of things, but it just adds up to her seemingly sweet demeanor. 'It's quite refreshing to be honest' is what Jimin had told us about her whiny yet adorable nature, and I now can see what he meant.

"Hmm, I'd have to second Jimin on that Y/N. You can't expect him to tell you everything. That would ruin all the fun in finding out on your own. Trust me we've all been through exactly the same." I pat the shoulder gently making her head tilt towards my direction in search of emotional support. "Plus you're not fending for yourself you know. If you need help you can just ask. Namjoon, Yoongi and I majored in music too during our first years so whatever you need help with feel free to ask us anytime."

"Really? Ah, that is so reassuring to hear honestly. It kinda makes me feel better to know I won't be left alone in a wolf's den." She turns away from me for a second and extends her arm towards Kook before placing it on his shoulder. "I've already persuaded Jungkook to be my tutor but if he fails, which seems likely, I'll probably be an inconvenience to one of you guys, so sorry in advance."

"Hey! What do you mean 'which seems likely'? I'll have you know I'm a great teacher Y/N and you actually have the honor of becoming my protege. Be a little more excited about it at least!" Kook crosses his arms over his chest as a pout forms on his lips making Y/N coo at him. "Yes teacher Jeon, I humbly apologize for my insolence."

The maknae cutely huffs at her and she responds with a deep bow to him. Also, I'm pretty sure it wasn't that much of a struggle to persuade him to spend more time with Y/N, he's just trying to win every bit of her attention in his own way which proves to be successful. Then Y/N earns a pat on her head by him and they both giggle at each other, making it quite obvious that they have become closer than I thought in only a few hours. Now I really have to get back on track.

"Ahem." I clear my throat so she can look my way once again. "I'm sure you'd never be an inconvenience Y/N, at least not to me or Joon. I can't promise anything about Yoongi though. But if you ask him and he's mean about it make sure to tell me. I'll discipline the rudeness out of him."

"Alright then, I'll make a note of that." She chuckles and gracefully pushes a stray curl out of her face. "And maybe you should make a guide or something. Like '100 and 1 ways to discipline your Yoongi' or 'How to tame your wild Yoongi in 10 steps'. I'm pretty sure I'd become a best seller."

"Haha, hyung she's so right! In fact that would solve all your financial problems in the future!"

Y/N points at Namjoon in agreement while Jungkook reaches behind her shoulder to poke mine. "Hyung, please buy me a lot of food with all that money!"

I roll my eyes at the youngest. As if I had another choice. "Don't I already do that though?"

Jungkook pouts and shrugs as if he doesn't know what I'm talking about before turning to whisper something at Y/N's ear. She leans in towards him and giggles at whatever he told her, her hand reaching up to hit his shoulder playfully. Damn, Kook ain't playing here.

"Seokjin I must say I admire your generosity. Trying to feed this bunny must be such a pain in your pocket."

"Oh you have no idea what I've been through but a hyung is a hyung, I can't avoid it. And please do call me Jin. I prefer it, since only my parents and professors call me Seokjin. It's way too formal between two good friends."

When I say that and wink at her a faint tint of red paints her cheeks. I think she might a little shier around me cause she's not as talkative as Jimin said. He has made it very clear that sometimes she would go on for hours without stopping much like him.

"Right. Okay then, my good friend Jin". Her tone is soft and airy as she calls out my name. It sounds so good coming out of her pretty mouth. I bet it would sound even better if we were tangled up in my bed.

I shake my head whisking away any intrusive thoughts of that nature or I might as well doom myself from the very beginning. I shouldn't show this side of me this early on not knowing whether it would scare her away or entice her. And even though she looks too irresistible to not have my mind spiraling down that hole I'm guessing she doesn't have that much experience in the field. So I have to proceed with caution, definitely not like I've done with the rest of the girls I've been with.

"Oh hyung.." I shift my gaze towards Jungkook, mentally thanking his impeccable timing which makes my dangerously wandering mind regain its senses. I blink away my thoughts and look at the youngest. "Yes Kook?"

"Just so you know, classes were very interesting so far for me too. So thanks for asking me as well earlier." Good golly this kid.. At times, when he doesn't receive the dose of attention he wants his whining can be worse than Jimin's.

Jungkook throws me a dirty look from the other side of Y/N to which she snorts. Had she not been stationed between us I'd be twisting that little shit's nipples for that.

"I was just about to ask you but you beat me to it Kook."

He simply shrugs me off and rolls his eyes visibly which has me reaching behind Y/N's back and slapping the back of his neck.

"Ouch! Hyung!"

"Roll your eyes at me once more Kook and you won't be able to turn your head for a week."

"Tch, we all know you're just saying that but in the end you'll just indulge in anything he does hyung." Namjoon playfully sings and stuffs his face with more food. But before I can answer him, Jimin makes his appearance cutting us off so I decide to let it go.

"Hi guys." He greets us all but makes a straight line for Y/N, forcing Kook to scoot over so he can take the seat next to her. "How've you been holding up beautiful? Are you having fun? Are the classes to your liking so far?" With a pat on her head and his smooth voice he attracts the entirety of her attention solely on him, like a magnet on the fridge, while his questions rain on her one after the other.

"Jiminie! Why didn't you tell me it would be this difficult? Or about professor Lee? He was driving us insane and it's only our first day! I thought he'd have us lined up and executed after a single error! And I made mistakes! And I'm telling you his cold, blood thirsty eyes are still imprinted on my brain and will probably be carved there forever." Y/N's lips turn to an adorable pout while she rants to Jimin. I kind of envy him for having the privilege of seeing her every side without filter.

"Woah.. and here I was hoping you'd be enjoying yourself." Min rubs the back of his head before wrapping his arm around her waist to bring her closer to him. "There must be something you liked so far right?"

"That's not the point! Of course I like it that's why I'm here. But!" She hits his chest with her fist lightly, looking up at him while in his side embrace. "A little head's up would have been really helpful you know!" A few more hits on Jimin's chest by her little fists make him catch her hands in his to seize them from coming onto him.

"Alright, alright drama queen! I think we all got your point. So I will humbly apologise for the error of my ways and try to compensate with my life.. I'll buy you ice cream later okay?"

Y/N squints her eyes at Jimin, her lips forming a single line clearly showing her displeasure. "Do you honestly believe ice cream is going to make up for neglecting me that way? You practically sent me to war without ammunition."

Jimin scoffs at her and makes sure to mess her hair by running his finger in her golden locks as a punishment to her sassy remarks. Yet to me seems more like a reward for Jimin as his skin comes into contact with her silky curls.

"Tsk, Ji-"

"Alright alright I'm sorry." He fixes her hair by smoothing it out and taps the tip of her nose playfully. "I'll buy you food too. How about a large bag of your favorite fries and a large coke zero?"

Just the way he knows how to fulfill her needs is impeccable. I'm sitting here completely dumbfounded, wondering whether I'm watching the interaction of two best friends or the flirting/teasing of a young couple in love.

"Hmm.. I guess that'll do." Y/N looks away in pretense but Jimin takes that opportunity to pinch her side.

"You guess?! I'll show you then!" Now he fully charges by tickling her making the poor girl squirm around in a fit of hysterical laughter. "I'm sorry, I'm- stop! Jimin!" She tries to apologise while catching her breath.

"Say 'thank you Jiminie, you're the best' and I might consider stopping."

"Thank you Jiminie, you're the best!" Her voice comes out screechy due to her laughing out loud but the tickling torture stops after she obeys Jimin and tells him what he wanted to hear. Is this how they always act with eachother? How are they not together? Do I really stand a chance here?

My worries increase as she leans towards him and places a soft peck on his cheek. The action being so quick yet so natural at the same time makes one ponder about how close these two really are. Yet again to her it might seem completely normal, almost reflexive after so many years of spending her time with only Jimin as her closest confidant. And I'm sure Jimin has made the most out of it too.

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Jimin's POV

Jin hyung. At first glance he just seems friendly and engaging. After observing him though I soon realize he's trying to get closer to Y/N, physically closer. And I can't say I particularly like it. I mean, surely she's free to find a good boyfriend just not him. Because I know him like the back of my hand and what a playboy he can be. Hyung is a really sweet guy with his friends and will always indulge in anything we want, providing anything we might need but when it comes to girls.. Sigh.. let's just say that he makes really bad decisions on that field.

The fact is that I don't want to see Y/N getting hurt. She deserves someone who will treasure her wholly, like I do. So if anyone tries anything with her I'll make sure to put him through thorough examination until I'm sure he'll be good to her, something that doesn't apply to Jin. He's the only one who's unquestionably rejected even before the bootcamp period. I love my hyung and I love Y/N just as much. I love them both as my dear friends but in this situation Y/N goes first. I've taken it upon myself to be the guardian of her heart and that won't change no matter who is trying to win it over.

I look at my phone to double check the text Tae sent me, saying he'd be here shortly. I want the others to come as quickly as possible so as to have Y/N's attention devided between all of us. Thankfully the conversation goes on between all five of us smoothly till now but I wanna make sure she doesn't get distracted by Jin hyung alone. Nevertheless she seems to be enjoying herself, something that gives me great joy and relief to be honest.

Thinking that she would be hanging out with seven boys had been an issue in my mind. Even if she's used to male company thanks to myself, as she grows up I've always considered the possibility that she would need a female friend at least cause some topics are hard to be explained between the two sexes. Until now this problem hasn't risen but it'll be different from here on because she's entered a new chapter in her life, a more mature phase where she will experience new emotions and what not.

"Yo! You're all here already!"

I hear Hoseok hyung's voice and turn around only to find all the rest of the boys standing there with their food in hand, waiting to pile down around the table. More like, they all want to pile down around Y/N seeing as they greet her quite enthusiastically, to say the least. Even Yoongi hyung looks more interested in what's happening than usual.

"Y/N, Y/N! I want to hear all about your day! How did it go?" Taehyungie sits just across from her and shoves his tray aside, seemingly way more interested in what Y/N has to say in response to his question than his food.

"To be honest Taehyung, I'm not very sure I'll survive until the end of the semester. This school is brutal."

"Huh?! What are you talking about? There's no way the tough cookie Jimin has described won't make it all the way."

"Tough cookie?" Her questioning eyes lock with mine and I simply shrug.

"What? Don't even try to deny it Y/N, you're tougher than all of us."

"How even? Don't get me wrong I'm flattered, I just don't think it depicts reality."

"Are you kidding me? Do you want me to start listing things you do that none of us can?"

"Oh please do so Jiminie. Enlighten me."

"Okay, well, remember when you had to run like 5 miles while on your period cause the coach didn't believe your belly was hurting?"

She rollls her eyes and takes a sip of her water before answering. "Come on Jiminie, that was something unavoidable. If any of you were in my place you'd be doing the same thing. And before you say anything, yes, I do think that guys wouldn't be able to handle period cramps but it's something girls are more accustomed to. It's not our choice, trust me."

By this point all the rest six pairs of eyes are fixed on us, while snickering at our bickering.

"Okay then.."

"So, anything else besides my period cramps?"

I ponder for a moment, trying to think of something that proves she's way more insensitive to pain compared to me and the guys. "Hmm.. ah ha! I know something that proves my point and that's completely by choice Y/N."

"Oh, oh spill!" Jungkook claps his hands before Y/N shoots a warning gaze at him. She must have gotten closer to him during classes.

"Y/N.. You voluntarily wax."

She rollls her eyes and takes a deep breath. "Really? Wax? That's your point?"

"I second Jimin! That shit hurts like hell." Yoongi hyung raises his hand in support as all the rest do so after him making Y/N snort.

"Y'all just too sensitive. It's not that bad guys, and usually it's over faster than you have time to hurt. Plus it leaves my legs and arms smooth like a baby's butt." She traces a finger over her other arm in pride and extends it to the guys to touch but before they do I pull it back and glare at them. They can't just touch her like that, she's off limits to everyone that's not me or her future boyfriend.

"Ahem. I'm not talking only about that you know."

"Huh? What do you mean?" She blinks a few like she doesn't know what I mean but I'm sure she's just playing dumb.

"Well, you know.. you also wax your, uh, your coochie."

For a few moments a deadly silence looms over our table as everyone is trying to process my words, especially Y/N. Her mouth is gaping and in her speechless state her cheeks begin reddening.

"I-"

"Coochie? Bahahaha!" Hoseok slaps the table making other tables look at us in question. Now everyone bursts out laughing at the euphemism and her face is already bright red. "Jimin! Wha- why do you know that? I'm pretty sure I haven't talked about my- about that with you."

"Y/N you don't have to tell me in order for me to know. And fyi, I've also seen it."

"What?!"

"You've seen it?!

"When?!"

"Why?!"

Jin hyung, Tae, Kook and Yoongi hyung ask in shock simultaneously while the rest gasp at the revelation. Meanwhile Y/N resembles a tomato and doesn't utter a single world for a few seconds.

"Jimin. Explain." Two words from her are enough for everyone to quiet down and look at me expectantly.

"It's not a big deal Y/N. I accidentally walked in when you were changing into your swimsuit last summer, remember?" It's certainly something that I will never be able to forget. A single glimpse of her naked body was enough for me to lose my sleep for two weeks as dreams of me doing things to that body were both satisfying and haunting. So much that it was enough to put our friendship through a test. I can remember myself wanting to have her every single minute while being in her presence. Sometimes I still think about it.

"You! You swore you didn't see anything! That's why I forgot about it!" She points at me accusingly but the truth is that I only said so to put her mind at ease at that time. "How could you take such a good look that you even remember my- well that?!"

"Come on darling, how could I not? Even if we have been friends forever, a beautiful girl being in front of me naked? It was instinctive for my eyes to wander." In truth I say that only to indirectly brag about being the only guy who has seen Y/N completely naked before and as my eyes carefully scan our table I get the reaction I was expecting from the boys. Some in a more subtle and others in a clearer way, yet jealousy is now reflected in their eyes.

"Okay, stop stop stop. I- it was an accident and you should have already deleted that image from your brain. In fact I'm not going to speak to you until you do so." Her pouty lips and crimson cheeks make her look even more adorable. Of course I will indulge her and set her mind at ease once more about this matter, even if I have to result to a white lie yet again.

"Image.jpg deleted from drive!" I point at the side of my head with my finger before reaching over to pat her head gently. "Come now boo, it's all gone. And I promise that neither I nor anybody else will ever bring it up again. So don't pout, hm?"

She huffs once and looks at everyone else who is now nodding their heads in agreement. Thank goodness they decided to let the poor girl off the hook. If it hadn't been Y/N on the spotlight they'd drag the joke on forever, especially Jungkook and Taehyung.

"Don't worry Y/N shit like that can happen to anyone. Consider it long forgotten from now on. In fact I don't even know what we were talking about." Hoseok hyung is a saint. He might have been the only one who wouldn't take the joke too far even if it were one of the boys in place of Y/N and after hearing his reassurance she smiles at his attempt to feign ignorance.

She then finally looks back at me and nudges me on the side with her hand, so in response I hug her close to me. It's a known sign between us. Whenever she nudges my side it's always her asking for that kind of affection and I'll always gladly give in to her. "Sorry for overreacting Jiminie. I just felt like a deer caught in headlights."

"No, you're right, I'm sorry too love. I shouldn't have brought this up in front of everyone without asking you first." We pull apart from the hug and she flashes me her signature sheepish grin which I've come to love gazing at. It makes her whole face light up.

"Alright, now that you two have apologized to each other we can all finally enjoy our meals in peace once again." Yoongi hyung shakes his head before shoving a few bites of his salad in his mouth one after the other.

"Hyung, slow down. You shouldn't be eating this fast at your age, you might choke and die." And as of queue to Jungkook's words Yoongi hyung does choke during his attempt to tell the youngest off making everyone laugh at him.

Lunch continues smoothly with everyone eating whilst enjoying pieces of convos and jokes here and there. My attention trails to Taehyung who's having a heated debate with Yoongi hyung about the qualities of the afternoon napping the latter usually takes, with Tae telling him off about how he's messing up his biological clock and Yoongi insisting on how it helps him conserve energy.

During all that time I didn't realize that Y/N had indulged in her own private exchange with Jin hyung. I only spot the two of them with the corner of my eye being extremely close to each other, Y/N blushing and him whispering something in her ear.

Instinctively my arms wrap around Y/N's shoulder pulling her closer to my side so as to help her gain some distance from Jin after I saw how whatever he said affected her. At the same time, slowly some sort of realization takes over my mind.

Y/N and Jin hyung.. My Y/N and Jin hyung! I should be happy if she gets together with one of my brothers and normally I would be. But this particular hypothesis makes my skin crawl in an unpleasant and chilly way.

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Y/N's POV

'I don't think it's going to be that easy for me to forget now that my imagination is running wild."

I still can't process the words Jin whispered in my ear during lunch. I can't even think properly. He's almost too good looking to be real and he showed interest in me. I don't consider myself ugly but I still believe he's way out of my league, as is everyone from Jimin's group, Jimin included.

Speaking of Jimin, I caught him glaring at our little moment with Jin at the dining table, which was a bit weird. Why did he look annoyed with us? It's not like we did anything more than talk, albeit in a close distance to each other but still nothing more than that.

Is it because he's always so overprotective when it comes to boys around me? Probably. I remember that I had to try so hard to convince him to approve of my first relationship with my ex. But he didn't have to glare that hard. I mean if looks could kill he would have ended us in seconds.

Seokjin didn't seem to mind it though. In fact I'm pretty sure he didn't even realise the glare that was befalling him, his own gaze glued on me the entire time. At first I felt flattered but after a while it became too intense for my liking. And his words during lunch time only confused me more concerning his intentions. I mean is he going to ask me out? And if he does what sould I do? Should I say yes or should I refuse? I'm not sure if I should give him a chance or not cause he does seem like a playboy to be honest. And Jimin has told me before that he's known to sleep around occasionally. But he's really handsome. He's probably every girl's dream, so why not become my dream come true?

My mind is spiraling erratically as I ponder on the possibility of Jin and I dating that the whole class goes by in an instant and I don't even listen when the professor wraps it up until Jungkook nudges my shoulder. "Y/N? Y/N, are you ok? Classes ended already. Are you even listening?"

I look at him and then down at my notebook which is almost completely empty apart from the date, the title of today's subject and a few introductory points. "Uh yeah, sorry I was just lost in thought. What did you say?"

"Hm, you sure you good? You seem lost. I said classes ended. Do you wanna walk home together?" He raises a brow at me picking up my things and stuffing them in my bag in a hasty manner.

I stand up straight before him and smile a little awkwardly before hooking my arm with his making him blush a teeny bit. He tries to hide it though by rubbing his nose and clearing his throat.

"Ahem, you sure you're fine? I can take you to Jimin if you wanna talk about it with him cause we just met today so I shouldn't be asking you to tell me."

He's so very considerate that I can't help but be reminded of Jimin once again. I guess he must have rubbed off of him all these years they know each other.

"You're very sweet Jungkook but I'm fine don't worry. And to be honest I think I'll be talking to you about my issues very soon. So you're not off the hook just yet."

"I'm kinda scared now. I don't really know if I should be happy or not about that." He smirks playfully and I decide to drag him towards the exit of the classroom in response.

"Yeah yeah, sure. I know deep down you're screaming with happiness. Now come on, I'll grant you permission to carry me home as your first mission of becoming my bestie."

He scoffs dramatically at my words as he's walking by my side now. "Yeah, no. I don't want to injure or worse crush my precious body with you. So I'll be keeping my health instead of your bestie card pass." He claps back proudly and walks ahead of me.

"Hey, come back here! I'm older than you so you should wait for me!" I also speed up to match his pace and I bump into him on purpose.

"Oh bite me, you're only like half a month older, it doesn't even count!" He shouts back at me while I struggle to keep up with him.

We go back and forth as we pass from the east corridor and head towards the main hall where we spot the rest of boys. Which means Jin as well. Damn, just what I needed. It's not that I wanna avoid him I just can't even look him in the eye cause I don't know how to deal with him just yet. I should keep a low profile for the time being and then I'll probably ask Jimin about it. He always knows what to do in these situations. He'll help me for sure.

"Hey you two, ready to head home?" I blink at Hoseok's question.

"Wait. You mean like all of us together?"

"Of course, why? Don't you want to?" Teahyung looks at me with puppy eyes and I feel my heart melt. That's one hell of a weapon. I'll have to watch out for him in the future and avoid eye contact to stand my ground.

"No no no, I didn't mean it like that. I was just taken by surprise because, err, because I didn't know we live nearby and I had guessed Jimin would drive him and I home since we took his car here this morning." Good save, good save.

"Oh yeah you're right. This short dumbo didn't even mention we're gonna be living in a penthouse all together. You know, to share the expenses." Yoongi says after he slaps Jimin at the back of his head. But wait did he say penthouse? Why should they care about the expenses if they're living in a penthouse? What kind of logic is that? I wish I was in their place.

"Ouch- huyng!" Jimin shouts in a whiny tone.

"Yah who are you shouting to you little-" He doesn't finish his sentence but fixes his posture and turns to me again. "Ahem, also our house is like 10 minutes from yours by car. So on that note Y/N, feel free to visit anytime you'd like. Just don't ring the bell too much cause I'll probably be sleeping."

"Dully noted!" I joke by doing a military salute.

"Yeah and we'll be more than happy to have you over! Finally some female hormones among these testosterone freaks." Namjoon adds and I blush a little at his words. Female hormones? Jeez, my mind goes elsewhere when he puts it like that.

"You talk as if you're not just as bad yourself if not worse!" Yoongi rolls his eyes in exasperation as Namjoon tries to shush him off. So I decide to speak up and rescue him.

"You guys, thank you so much, you're all so kind! I'll make sure to visit as much as I can if I'm not bothering of course. Oh, oh! I know how to cook pretty well, so I'll be in charge of feeding you in return!" I proudly exclaim and I swear they look at me like some kind of saint or something.

"I vote to have Y/N stay permanently with us!" Taehyung raises his hand in excitement before Jimin quickly pulls it down with a scoff.

"Yah, she'll think we have been starving or something. Y/N don't listen to him, we'll be glad if you visit and you don't have to cook or anything." Hoseok chuckles and shakes his head at Taehyung's now pouty face.

"Sure, but if you happen to do so it'll be greatly appreciated. Jin hyung and I can only do so much for these guys constant hunger." I giggle at Yoongi's comment and I nod at him, making him smile in appreciation.

"Now that's everything covered, shall we head back?"

We all nod and on Namjoon's note we start heading towards the parking lot.

Meanwhile Jin does not utter a single word. He's just staring at me the whole time making me blush a tiny bit, which only he saw. Or at least I hope so.

I follow behind Jimin to get inside his car while all the rest devide into two groups. Taehyung and Namjoon at Jin's car and Hoseok with Jungkook at Yoongi's.

Before I open the door though Jin approaches me and holds it in place.

"Since you'll be coming with us now at our house, what do you say I take you home when it gets dark?"

I was definitely not expecting an invitation this quickly and I'm kinda at a loss of words at this point. I want to accept but at the same time I feel nervous being alone with him. But I don't have the chance to answer him due to Jimin butting in to do so in my stead.

"You don't have to hyung. I'll be taking her home cause her parents have entrusted me with that task. So don't worry about it."

Confusion must be written all over my face at this point. It's true that Jimin has always been the one to take me home but it's not like a rule my parents imposed on us. It's just that we've been hanging out together so it simply ended up happening that way.

"Uh Jimin-"

"No, it's okay, he's right. It's only fair that way, I'm sure your parents will feel better with seeing him taking you home rather than myself. So maybe some other time when I'll get the chance to meet them as well. Right Jiminie?"

I frown and look over at Jimin whose expression mirrors my own.

"Right hyung. See you at home then."

"Of course. Here Y/N." He offers me a charming smile to which I smile back as he kindly opens the door for me to get inside. As I sit in the passenger seat he starts to lean in most probably to fasten my seatbelt but Jimin moves quicker than him, his arm reaching around me before Jin could reach the belt buckle himself.

"Thanks hyung, we'll see you later."

Jin simply smiles and straightens his body. "Sure." With just that he closes the door gently and makes way for his own car as Jimin starts the ignition and manoeuvres to head out of the parking lot behind Yoongi who left during our interaction with Jin.

I wait till we're in the road and turn to look at Jimin who seems deep in thought, his eyebrows creased and his jaw clenched making his pretty face turn haggard. "Now spill, what was that all about?"

"What do you mean?" I scoff at his attempt to look oblivious to my question.

"What do I mean? Come on Jimin, don't play dumb. You know what I'm talking about." He purses his lips and shakes his head, his shoulders rising as if he's got no idea of what I'm saying.

"Nope I really don't Y/N."

"Okay then I'll help you refresh your memory. Why did you make it seem to Jin like you're my appointed guardian or something?" He snorts and as we stop at a red light he turns his gaze to me.

"Am I not though? I might not be officially appointed as you said but I've always been like a protector to you not just your best friend. And I'm pretty sure your parents see it that way as well. Do you not?"

We start moving once more when the red light turns green with his question hanging in the air. I can't say he's wrong. I've always looked at him in the same way and I'd be ungrateful to all the times I've depended on him throughout all those years.

"No, you're right. I do feel the same way and I'm always grateful for that Jimin, you know that. It's just that you looked like a guard dog ready to bite off his hands or something. And what was up with the whole 'get off my back' attitude? I thought you were really close with all of your brothers."

He sighs and doesn't answer immediately, rather he takes his time thinking deeply. What exactly is going through his head? It feels like his mood is doing a constant roundabout today.

"Y/N, I don't know how to really explain it. I just feel like Jin hyung might have some ulterior motive when it comes to you so I guess it came out naturally."

"But Jimin, he's one of your best friends, one of your brothers. Even if he does approach me with a motive different than friendship, is it really that bad? I mean you already know him better than anyone, so he's already been through your background check. And for him to be friends with you he can't possibly be a bad guy."

A single scoff leaves his mouth and not another word. I wait for him to explain further but instead he rolls down the window as the car slows down and comes to a stop in front of the entrance of an underground parking lot. I watch him put in a code and press the button for the window to close. Then we head inside and follow the arrows down a floor. Jimin drives around for a bit before parking at a designated spot and immediately turning off the car.

"So you're not going to say anything else?"

Another sigh escapes him before he decides to speak up.

"Y/N you have to understand something. When it comes to you, no man is an exception. Anyone who tries to see you romantically has to go through the same procedure before he can qualify to be with you. And all the more when it involves Jin hyung. I've told you about him love, he's not good for you. Yes he's the best brother but when it comes to the romantic stuff he's exactly the opposite. In fact now that I think about it he's not good for anyone."

"Jimin, I get why you're saying all these things but I'm not a baby, not anymore. And don't you think that exactly due to your friendship, he's going to be extra careful around me? He'd have to be a fool to do anything wrong to me."

Honestly it might be the first time seeing him this worried about an issue of this nature. He's always been overprotective but never to the point where he pep talks me and tries to warn me against a guy this zealously.

"I don't know Y/N. I'm ashamed to say this but I can never be sure about Jin hyung when he's around girls. Don't get me wrong, I love him like a true brother but women are his passion and one he hasn't been able to overcome for as long as I've known him. It's-" he pauses for a few seconds as if he's trying to hide something. "It's a complicated story, one that is not mine to tell but it explains his infidelity."

"What do you mean?"

Jimin doesn't get the chance to speak further as a knock on the window cuts our conversation short. He huffs and scratches his head as the knock is heard yet again after a few seconds pass but he again chooses to ignore it.

"Listen we'll talk more about this next time. I just want you to promise me that you'll not do anything before telling me me first."

"Jimin I-"

"Promise me Y/N." He looks deeply into my eyes waiting for confirmation, leaving me no choice but to agree.

"Alright, I promise." To seal our deal he takes my hand and links our pinkies and thumbs together making it an official promise, one that cannot be broken without consequences, in this case for my side. Then the knock is heard once more, this time louder. He looks outside and huffs as he tries to scurry away the person who's constantly reminding us to hurry up.

"Let's get out before Tae decides to break my window."

I laugh as my imagination brings to life the situation. The image of Taehyung breaking Jimin's car window just to get him to step outside is so very vivid in my mind that the sounds of glass breaking and Jimin shouting are making my ears perk up. So I quickly unbuckle my seat belt after Jimin and gather my bag from the back seat where I threw it haphazardly on the way.

"Jimin! What's taking you guys so long? Come on, we're all here and waiting for you!"

"Alright already we're coming! Jeez.." At Jimin's answer Taehyung responds with yet another loud knock before he zooms past the car in fear of Jimin who's ready to get out and pounce at him.

Their cute interaction makes me forget about everything, my laughter never ceasing. I think I've just found a new happiness pill besides Jimin himself.

"He's a persistent one huh?"

"Oh, you have no idea! He can go on and on for hours. Kinda reminds me of someone I know.."

I shoot him with a warning gaze as I get out of the car and wait for him to do the same and then lock it. He walks over to my side and gently takes my hand in his, pulling me with him towards the elevator vestibule where everyone else is currently waiting for us.

"Finally! You sure took your sweet time."

"Taehyung don't make me hurt you." With Jimin's warning poor Taehyung quickly raises his hands surrendering to him. Nobody wants to piss off Jimin that's for sure and I now see he doesn't only scare me when he gets angry.

Namjoon steps between them and pats them both on their heads like a father would to his bickering children. "Alright, alright you two, that's enough. Let's get going."

There's only one elevator and 8 of us. Mathematically it doesn't work. So we'll have to split up and I stick by Jimin's side wanting to be with him on the ride just in case. Tight spaces give me anxiety.

A ding echoes and the first group consisting of Taehyung, Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon gets in.

"See you upstairs." Hoseok waves at us as the doors close and I'm left waiting with Jimin, Jungkook and Jin in a bit of an awkward silence.

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“I wish you roses, and roses, and roses, and roses”

Summary: Flowers and attached notes of BTS boys

Genre: Fluff, angst(?), descriptions of hardships and arguments between Tae and Reader but ending is hopeful

CW: Nothing

A/N: Who would have known my fall back into flower language would align with me doing my first prompt challenge thing. I used a bunch of them, so they will be highlighted in the notes.

Giving credit to @writinginstardust for their huge brain🫡‼️‼️ 🫶🫶

Jungkook: sunflowers, yellow tulips, red tulips

“For my sweetest pookie.

I can’t write much on this card because the company gave me a word limit. Poor me. Can you feel my pout through this? I wanted to tell you that I dreamt about you last night. I saw it so clearly. It was late at night and we were stargazing outside. Bam was sprawled out on our laps like the lazy kid he is while you talked to me about your day, childhood, and everything. I don’t remember which story you were on but I remember you smiling at the end. God, I told you how much I love your smile right? I want to see it again soon. Seeing your blinding smile, I rush back into the house to fish for this bouquet. When I gave you the flowers, you rolled your pretty eyes. Still, you gave me the warmest smile I’d ever seen. It felt like deja vu.

- From Jungkook”

Yoongi: tarragon, daisies, morning glory, gardenia

“Hello dear.

I’ve missed you. Last night I woke up in an insomniac haze. For a second I thought that I was home. I saw you standing in the shadows gazing into me. I came to you and you held me while I clung to you. You smelt like vanilla and lavender. You smelt like home. Then reality hit me like a brick. Genuinely. Once my vision cleared I had a thumping migraine between my eyes and a stiff-as-shit neck. You always did tell me not to fall asleep in my studio chair. I spent the next hour lying in the dark on my studio couch like a wounded orphan. I wish I had told you. I should have told you. I would have been less alone. Less in pain. I don’t think I’m cut out for this job, I swear.

I can see you rolling your eyes, but I mean it this time. I’m coming home tomorrow. Finally, I can’t wait. - Yoongi”

V: Saliva (Red, blue, purple), Red carnation, baby’s breath

“Hi, clover.

You miss me?

I miss you. I’ve been thinking about you all day. I feel dreary. I’m working on a small ceramic mushroom…It’s not going well, It’s too lopsided. The sky is covered in a light gray fog. I hear the rain splash against the windows while Yeontan barks. We were supposed to see each other but I’m all alone now. Are you still upset? I was harsh. I felt the fearful pain of you leaving me, so I was determined to hurt you back. To make you feel what I felt so strongly. However, when I went back to lick my wounds, memories of our bliss came back stronger. Every touch. Every kiss. Every midnight walk we had when we both couldn’t sleep. The mornings waking up together. I was a fool. I always am, but more so in these moments.

When I see you again, can I hold your hand? I miss your warmth. And you - Your Alien”

Jin: red roses, pink roses, white roses

“Did you know my mother adores you?

Yeah, you’re all she ever talks about. “Oh, they’re so sweet.”

“Have you no manners? You see them looking so beautiful and you don’t say anything?”

“Yah, Seokjin how’s my favorite child doing?” Then when I tell her I’m fine, she goes “Quit joking, you know who I’m talking about.” How upsetting! I’m her actual son, but compared to you I’m chopped liver! Still, I can’t blame her. I’m the same way. I missed you during enlistment. I also missed the boys. Though not as much when compared to you. I see them 360 days out of the year. They’re staples in my life, but you…you’re my world.

My private heaven. My home. And I’ve been away from my home far too long. I intend to fix that. Get ready!

- From, Kim Seokjin ♥️”

Namjoon: Magnolia, cactus, succulents, aloe

“

“If the devil were to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent.” - Farouq Jwaydeh

Good morning, my Divine. I hope your day is going well. Mine could be better. It’s not bad, but not great. Just a day. I’m in a rut. I went to the studio and tried to write but my slack brain didn’t want to. Instead, it wants to focus on you. Where is my love? Have they finished the book I gave them? Have they thought about me today? As I think about them every day? How often do they think of me? I could close my eyes and still envision them perfectly. It’s wrapped itself in roses and lilies and recites love poems and scenarios. It’s excruciating shit. So, I’ll give it and myself an outlet. For starters, do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting. You’ve left me so lovesick that I’m borderline diseased. My waking hours are anguishing. My feet feel heavy and my head spins. My third rib begs for its return to my body so that my heart can be caged away once again. I know this is a lot to take in. I want to talk about it more with you when I’m less of a shell of a man. I won’t resent you if you don’t reciprocate. I’ll be pained, but I’ll come back to you. If do you reciprocate…Either way, say you want me, and I’m yours. - Kim Namjoon”

J-hope: honeysuckle, forget me nots, chrysanthemum (red)

“Hellooooooo. I hope your day has been as lovely as you are, honey. By the way, what kind of jewelry do you like best? I can’t pick. Gold makes you look stunningly regal but Silver shows the depth of your skin and eyes. This bouquet and the jewelry were both supposed to be same-day gifts, but the company never gave me any damn updates! How unfair is that! So now, these gifts have been forced apart. It’s so cruel. 🥲

I know I could call you about this instead, but it’s too different. I’ve been gone too long. I said I needed a refresh. A moment to connect back to what I want in life. Well, I have! The sky is so clear. The sun is shining. The forecast said there would be nice weather. They were absolutely right. My feet feel lighter. So does my heart. The cloud that hung over me has gone and I’ve stepped out of the box that’s kept me trapped. I’m ready to take my first step, but I want you there with me.

Tell me what you want.

Of the jewelry, I mean. I can’t afford to spend the whole day shopping! I love you. - Jung Hoseok”

Jimin: white jasmine, hibiscus, daffodils, white camellia

“Hello Darling ♥️.

I just realized how much I love you.

Well, not just realized, but I still needed to remind you. It sounds corny, but I’m very sincere. Besides, there’s no occasion for when you should declare your love right? Sure, there are preferred moments, but what’s wrong with keeping love fresh and exciting? Shouldn’t you want your lover to voice their love for you every day?

No, but honestly, It’s crazy, really. No one’s ever made me feel like this.

I’ve dreamt about this for as long as can remember, but only now have I found it. The person who I thought of every second of every day. The person who colored my dreams at night. The one I envisioned whenever I sang love songs. The one who I searched high and low for without fail or doubt.

I’ve waited so long for this.

So long…

I just needed to remind you. I’ll spend the rest of our lives reminding you. So don’t worry, I’m here. - Love Mochi”