#skinny jinny

[doitforbangchan]

honeyy, as you can see... i'm missing my people so much 😭 can we get jinnie - getting rid of the boys - and sneaking into omega's room to spend the night with her when channie's away, please? 🥹❤️

heheheh i love this idea it is very cute 😍thanx bb i hope you like it

ABANB Drabble 02

"This is a long grocery list, Hyune. Are you sure you need all of it?" Felix asked, looking at the texted list that Hyunjin had sent him.

*cough* " Yeah, m' sure. I need everything on that list to feel better." Hyunjin faked another cough, thankful that he was only speaking on the phone or else Felix would have seen the sly grin on the other betas face.

Everyone was out of the house right now. Felix, Jisung and Minho were out shopping, Changbin and Jeongin were at the gym,  Seungmin had gone to visit his family for the weekend and Chan had left this morning for a client meeting. That only left Hyunjin alone… With you. A rare moment he would not pass up on. Hyunjin had not had any time with his omega in what felt like centuries ( about 4 days) and he was beginning to go crazy. 

You were just getting over a cold, having spent too much time dancing in the rain with Jisung a few days prior. Jisung hadn’t gotten sick somehow but you weren’t so lucky. You were feeling much better now but still not one hundred percent so you (more like Minho) thought it better to rest a little more. Your cold gave Hyunjin the perfect cover- ‘somehow’ you had given him your illness so he just had to stay home today while everyone else ran errands. 

He added for good measure, “Plus, Baby would benefit from a lot of that stuff too.” 

That seemed to do it as he heard Felix hum in agreement. “I suppose so. Alright then we will grab it while we’re out, but we may be gone a little longer than usual. Are you gonna be ok taking care of yourself for a while?” 

*cough* “I think so.” He hid his snicker behind the cough. 

The phone was snatched out of Felix’s hand, a loud ‘HEY’ being heard then Minho’s voice rang through the phone. “Do not go bothering Baby while we’re out. She needs to recover and get her rest, and she can’t do that if you’re up her ass the whole time.” 

‘Oh if only you knew just how up her ass I can be, Minho’ Hyunjin thought snarkily. “I won’t. I Promise.” 

Minho scoffed and Hyunjin could imagine how the elder beta was rolling his eyes, “ Yeah right. Get some rest, Hyune.” 

Min had ended the call before he could respond, the line cutting with a quiet beep. Hyunjin pocketed his phone and stood from his place on the couch. The beta listened for any sign of life but heard nothing except the muffled voices coming from the tv in your nesting room where you were resting. He was giddy as he ascended the steps to the second floor, a fluttering in his stomach that he never grows old of was making him jittery and he couldn't fight the smile that lingered on his lips. 

Hyunjin approached your door and gave a tentative knock on the wood. He heard the tv pause and a light shuffle, then a quiet “Come in.” Your voice was still slightly scratchy. 

The beta slowly cracked the door open and peeping his head inside, his long hair swaying with the movement brought a little crackly giggle out of you. “Hi beautiful, how are you feelin’? He asked, taking in how cute you looked snuggled up in your nest.  

“Hi Jinnie. M’ feeling ok, still a little under but definitely better.” You replied, “What about you? Did I get you sick too?” 

He shrugged, “Ah a little, no big deal.” He faked another cough, turning away for a second. Hyunjin needed a way in and playing with your nurturing instincts was the way to go. You seldom let the boys enter your nest, only when you deemed it necessary. 

“Oh Jinnie I’m sorry! How about you come cuddle with me, maybe the body heat will help with your fever!” Bingo. 

*cough cough* “I can’t just invade your nest like that Baby. I’ll be ok.” *Sniffle* 

“Nonsense. You get your skinny little butt in here Hyunjin.” You waved him in with a stern look on your face. 

“Well, if you insist.” He wasted no time before shuffling over to you and flinging himself into your nest next to you. He cuddled up close when you wrapped your arms around him. 

You placed your lips softly upon his forehead, feeling a light fever in the warmness of his skin. “Hm you are warm. Lay down. I have some tea on the bedside- you should drink some, it will help your throat.” He wanted to swoon, even when you yourself were feeling bad you still took care of him in his ‘time of need’. You weren’t lying when you said you felt a fever on his skin though. 

“You’re the best, Baby. What are we watchin?” 

“Greys anatomy.” You picked up the remote and resumed the program. 

“Again? Haven’t you seen every episode like.. Four times?” 

“Shhhhhh” You hushed him, “This is a good part, their plane is about to crash.” 

You both settled in together, cuddled up watching the drama series with drooping eyes. That is where the other members of the pack found you later; both asleep wrapped around each other. Minho grumbled about Hyunjin being a liar and Felix giggled and took pictures to print out later. 

Hyunjin woke up a few hours later with a scratchy throat and a very real congestion in his nose.

Worth it.

©doitforbangchan

@jehhskz

[kesujo]

The Ifs and Buts of a Relationship

"Jinnie~"

"Yeah?" I answered, typing as quickly as I could.

"Are you using the time I'm taking to take a shower to secretly work?"

I immediately stepped away from my laptop and closed the lid of it. How did she know? "No," I said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

Even through the closed door and the sound running water, I heard her sigh. Then, the shower stopped.

Calculating that I had about seven more minutes, I reached out to open up my laptop again.

"You better not be opening your laptop again!"

I drew my hand away as if the laptop were a steaming hot stove. Seriously, did she have a hidden camera somewhere?

So I patiently waited for her, and after the seven minutes I predicted, she finally did. And when she did, my mouth dropped.

Jessica was the princess of simple clothing. She never wore anything extravagant, and she always looked beautiful. So when she came out wearing an extravagant dress, I was not only surprised, but overwhelmed at how the cute princess I knew could be so beautiful. She was donning a sleeveless blue dress, a frilly layer of what looked like silk hovering over the first layer; that same layer started to jut out just enough so it would hover over the next layer, and so on all the way to her hips, each layer being about half a foot long, where the dress flattened out and followed her legs all the way down to her feet, a small slit running down each side, showing off her legs. She was also wearing matching blue heels, something else she almost never wore because of how uncomfortable they were.

She smiled brightly at me. "Ok Jinnie, let's go~"

Snapping out of whatever trance I was in, I smiled back and nodded, suddenly subconscious of my simple yellow Hollister T-shirt that had the words "SURF" in big, white capital letters, taking up the majority of the shirt, and my white skinny-pants/jeans.

I grabbed my jacket on the way out, just in case we came back late and it became chilly.

"Where are we going?" I asked curiously as we stepped in the elevator.

"I can't tell you~" she sang, sticking her tongue out at me.

I frowned. "Why not?"

She giggled and poked my cheek. "Being cute isn't going to prompt the answer out of me," she informed, eyes sparkling with laughter.

I couldn't help but smile; once Jessica started to laugh, it was contagious. "It’s not anywhere formal, right?"

She opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by the elevator's ding!, so she shook her head instead.

As soon as we stepped out of the elevator, she put my left arm over her bare shoulder and tightly hugged me. "This way!" she said, directing me to the right as soon as we stepped out of the building.

I was used to Jessica's clingy-ness. She was usually like this towards me, since we had known each other for about 20 years, and managed to stick together for the duration of elementary, middle, and high school, as well as college. We were also supposed to go to university together, but something came with her family, so Jessi couldn't attend grad school; so now, she was my assistant. Which was fine, except for in the mornings.

Jessica was by no means a morning person; in fact, she was more like an afternoon person. She didn't like to get up past 11:00 if she could help it; and the days where we didn't have much work to do, she would sleep in. Unfortunately, that meant she clung onto me until she wanted to wake up; and since waking her up was a bad idea, since one, her grip was as strong as steel, and two, if I did try to get out of her grip, she would continually hit me on the head until I stopped resisting.

But because of how close we are, most mistook us for a couple; and although I love Jessica, it wasn't necessarily in the romantic way. We had dated in high school, but broke up two years later as we both realized being friends was good enough for both of us.

"Jinnie, it's cold," Jessi whined, hugging me more tightly.

I sighed. "Aish, that's what you get for wearing that dress in the fall," I told her, knocking her on the head lightly.

"Owh," she whined, rubbing her head.

"I didn't even hit you hard," I said, taking the jacket I got and draping it over her shoulders.

"Thank you~" she sang, snuggling closer to me. After walking for a few more minutes, Jessi stopped us at a very large and very grand building. A little bit outside the building was a red carpet, the words "Chef Kim's Sushi" etched on it in gold letters in the middle. Above it hung a matching red, small silk roof of sorts. The carpet fed into a gilded revolving door, accompanied with a pair of doors, one on each side. "Here we are!" she said excitedly, leading me to the revolving doors.

I became even more self-conscious about my clothes. "And you said we weren't going anywhere formal," I accused her as we stepped into a section of the revolving doors, following it until we reached the inside of the building.

"Well, you don't have to be dressed. I already reserved a table, so its ok," she said, directing me towards the desk, past the humongous line of people sitting on the side, waiting for a table.

"Hello, do you have a reservation?" the waitress asked politely. She was wearing a very professional looking black and red suit, the restaurant's logo on the top right of her shirt, standing right behind a computer

"Yep! Under the name of Jessica Jung," she told her brightly.

After a few clicks, she looked back up. "Right this way please," she said, stepping out of the desk and leading us to our table.

The place was packed. Every table was filled with laughing people, joyously talking to one another and occasionally picking up a piece of sushi and popping it into their mouths.

"Here's your table," our waitress said, pointing us to a booth facing the window. The booth was as fancy as the restaurant: the table was made of blade marble, propped up by thick wooden legs spaced out enough to give customers leg space, and the seats were made of a red velvety material, the edges decorated with yellow knots, tying the material to a dark brown mahogany frame.

We both thanked her and sat down, Jessica taking a seat next to me. The waitress hesitated at first, probably shocked that Jessica didn't take the seat opposite me. When Jessica noticed this, she smiled at her. "I had preordered some dishes, so the menus aren't necessary," she said, motioning towards the large, rectangular black menus the waitress was holding.

"Of course," she said apologetically. "Your sushi will be here shortly."

"Thank you~" Jessi said, resting her head on my shoulder. The waitress bowed and walked away.

Already, I was noticing the stares we were receiving. I was used to it though; basically whenever we went to anywhere public, people looked at us because of how clingy Jessica tended to be. I, personally, didn't mind because she somehow manages to be warm all the time. Even when she claims she's cold, her hugs tell me otherwise; even in the winter one time, when she was wearing nothing but a T-shirt, a thin windbreaker, and skinny jeans, she was still warm. Really, it was pretty amazing.

Jessi began to pour the soy sauce into our little sauce-platters, mixing a bit of wasabi into mine, as she knew I liked spicy things. "So how was Tiffany?"

I sighed. About four months ago, Jessica decided that she wanted to play matchmaker with her friends and me. "She was nice and all, but I didn't really feel anything," I told her.

"Aww; Tiffany said that she already fell for you," Jessi told me, voice sad with empathy for Tiffany.

"Oh, really?" I asked, not being the best person to catch on to this sort of stuff.

"Yeah," she replied sadly. I immediately felt bad; Tiffany had a lot of desirable characteristics: looks, easy to talk to, an exceptionally beautiful smile, selflessness, among others. But still, I didn't feel anything special with her.

She sighed. "Well, I ran out of friends to hook you up with," she told me, causing me to let out a sigh of relief. I, personally, didn't want to go to these blind dates, as I didn't really have time for them, but Jessi insisted. And one did not simply reject her wishes.

"So you offered yourself as my blind date?" I joked.

"Well, no; it’s just bad that for you to overwork yourself," she told me.

"I haven't been overworking," I whined. She giggled at this.

"Well, let's see. For the past month, you have been bringing your laptop to bed just so you could work while in bed, and even so, you wouldn't stop working until 1:00 AM each day, stopping hourly for five minute breaks and for meals. Yep, you aren't overworking."

I pouted. "Well you can't blame me; I'm so close to discovering--"

She put a finger to my lips. "Shh, no talking about work. Just enjoy your time free from work," she told me. I sighed and agreed, reluctantly.

Just then, our waitress arrived, pushing a cart full of sushi. I looked at it with big eyes, wondering if Jessi really ordered all that sushi.

I was answered when the waitress put only three plates on our table, the whole top shelf. "Thank you~" Jessi thanked her. She smiled and walked away, continuing to push her tray. Once she was gone, Jessi giggled. "I saw your expression. Did you honestly think all that sushi was for us?"

I smiled wearily. "Yeah," I admitted, causing her to giggle again. I smiled as well, realizing how stupid that was. I picked up my chopsticks and reached for the nearest platter, picking put a piece of sushi and dipping it in my sauce. Just as I opened my mouth to put the piece of sushi in my mouth, I felt another one being pushed in.

Surprised, I put my sushi down, and then realized what happened. I looked at Jessi accusingly, who only smiled in reply. I pouted, causing her to giggle. "You're welcome~" she said, still giggling. I finished the sushi off and opened my mouth to speak again, but just as fast as last time, Jessi put another piece in my mouth, accidently brushing her fingers on my tongue.

As a kind of punishment for doing this again, I licked her fingers. Don't ask me why I thought that was a punishment, because I had no idea; but my brain told me to do it, so I did. But this only caused Jessi to giggle as she pulled her fingers away. "Yah, cannibal," she said, wiping off her fingers, continuing to giggle.

After I finished the piece of sushi in my mouth, I stuck out my tongue at her. "That's what you get fo--" but was interrupted as Jessi put another piece in my mouth.

I whined, causing her giggle to intensify.

An idea popped in mind. I tried to swallow as stealthily as possible, which turned out to be pointless as Jessi was feeding herself now. I still pretended to chew though, judging how quickly I could get another piece in my mouth.

At that time, she looked at me; I quickly pointed at my mouth, motioning that I was still eating.

Disbelieving me, she stared at me, studying my features from a few inches away from me. I smiled and continued to chew.

What she did next surprised me. In a flash, she closed the distance and gently connected our lips, causing me to try to scoot back, but was blocked by her hand. I stared at her closed eyes in shock: Was she actually kissing me-- but my thoughts were interrupted when I felt something wet move against my lips. Instinctively, I opened my mouth to say something, but she took the opportunity to plunge her tongue into my mouth.

After moving her tongue around my mouth a little, and me trying to force her tongue away, she backed off and withdrew. "You weren't still eating," she pouted.

"You--" I started, but decided to drop it. We hadn't shared a kiss ever since we broke up. And that one time where she rolled on top of me in the middle of the night a couple months back. "Well, I--" before I could realize the mistake of opening my mouth again, Jessi put another piece in my mouth.

I sighed in defeat, causing Jessi to clap happily, much like a child who opened up her Christmas present and sees that she got what she wanted, would.

After swallowing that piece, she held up another one. I quickly shook my head. "Come on, one more," she begged, using her puppy eyes.

After knowing her for 20 years, you'd expect me to build a resistance to it. But the thing is, its irresistible; there was probably nothing in the world cuter than Jessi's puppy eyes, and her sad aegyo.

Well, it’s just sushi. She's trying to feed you, there's nothing wrong with that, I tried to reason, but ended up shaking my head. "I can feed myself," I said, opening my mouth as little as possible. She frowned. Damn it. "Fine," I complied, opening my mouth.

Giggling cutely, she popped the piece in my mouth.

She rested her head on my shoulder again. "I should feed you more often," she commented.

"No, really, I'm fine without it," I said worriedly. I didn't want to live the rest of my life babied by her.

"Aww, why not?"

"I just--"

I was cut off by the waitress. "And here is the strawberry smoothie you ordered," she said, handing us the cup and two straws.

"Oh, you can take back one," Jessi informed her, bowing her head in thanks as she received the smoothie and the straw.

She smiled and nodded, putting the extra straw in the pocket knitted into the uniform. "You two make a cute couple, by the way," she added.

"Thanks!" Jessi said brightly before I could tell her that we weren't a couple.

When she walked off, Jessi began drinking the smoothie. "That's good~" she commented, smiling happily.

"Why did you tell her that we were a couple?"

She looked at me, confused. Which still managed to be cute. "No, I didn't."

I was about to point out what she said, but then realized that she actually didn't. I sighed, but had a smile on my face. "Smart aleck."

She only smiled happily and continued sipping the smoothie.

I watched her. She always had a thing for pink. She wasn't quite as obsessed as I gathered Tiffany was, but she certainly liked the color a lot; a lot of her clothes where pink, the wallpaper in her room was pink, the cover to her bed and her blanket was pink (which she never used, which is why my blanket is pink. She managed to convince me to change the color. You have no idea how persuasive she can be), and every time she could help it, the drink she ordered was pink. Her obsession with pink was quite cute, actually.

"Oh, did you want some?" Jessi asked, putting the cup in my hands. I realized I was still staring at her drink. I had the tendency to stare at something when I was thinking. It was a habit, if you would call it that.

"Oh, no, I'm fine," I told her, pushing the drink back in her hands.

"You should drink some though. It's really good," she told me.

I shook my head. "I'm not thirsty right now," I told her, picking up another piece of sushi.

She began to poke my lips with the straw. "Come on, you know you want it~" she sang.

I grinned. "Ok, fine," I complied yet again, opening my mouth and taking a sip. Wow. Really, it was good. Well, I guess it was to be expected, as this was a 5-star restaurant. Still ... this might be the most delicious smoothie I have ever tasted, or will ever taste.

I managed to finish about a quarter of it in one gulp, and only stopped because I realized the amount I was drinking. "See, I told you it's good," she said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah yeah," I said, popping the sushi in my mouth. Just as I was about to reach for another, Jessi put one in my hand.

"Feed me?"

I looked at her. "You're 27 already," I reminded her, although her personality often let others astray. Which once caused an awkward situation of someone accusing me of being a pedo.

"So?" she asked, frowning. "I fed you five times," she pointed out.

"Well, you forced--" but I stopped when she reached for another piece. Noticing that I stopped talking, she looked back at me and smile innocently.

"Please?"

"But--" I was cut short as she rested her forehead on mine. "Jessi, what are you doing?"

She ignored me and looked into my eyes, not blinking, while slowly moving her lips towards mine.

I started to back away, but this only caused her to cover that space. This continued until my back hit the wall.

"Um, Jessi?"

Jessi, noticing this, grinned. I instantly became nervous; Jessi almost never grinned. "Please, oppa?" she asked once again, pouring so much aegyo into those words I wanted to melt right there and hold her and never let go.

Giving in, I nodded. "Yay!" she scooted back and opened her mouth cutely, closing her eyes.

I smiled and put a roll in her mouth. She was sorta acting weird today ... weirder than usual. And more ... clingy?

Before I could fully take my fingers out, her mouth closed, wrapping my fingers, for a second, with her lips.

"Mm, tastes good~" she said, smiling with content. I reached for a piece for myself. "Although the sushi could have used a bit more sauce..."

I automatically nodded in agreement, taking my own sushi out of my platter and popping it into my mouth. Then I realized what she said.

I almost choked on my sushi, but still managed to swallow it before looking at her, who was wearing a bright smile with a matching pair of equally bright eyes. "Cannibal," I accused her this time. She only stuck her tongue out at me, followed by making a biting motion towards my fingers.

I smiled. When was she ever going to grow up?

"One more," Jessi told me, putting another piece in my hand. She interrupted me before I could protest, "Please, oppa?" she frowned and used her puppy eyes, once again.

And once again, I gave in and nodded, making sure the sushi was soaked in the sauce long enough before plopping it right in her waiting mouth. I even managed to get my fingers out before she closed her mouth.

"Mm, but that didn't taste as good," she said after she finished chewing.

"Oh well," I said, putting another roll of sushi in my sauce platter.

"Where are we going now?"

"It wouldn't be fun if I told you right away."

I started to become nervous. What could that mean? What harm could there be if she told me? Was it some sort of surprise?

When we got close, she insisted on blindfolding me. And it’s not that I didn't trust her, it's just that ... well, let's just say Jessi isn't the steadiest of all people. Even the smallest of rocks could trip her.

Luckily, somehow, during my blindfolded walk there, we managed to not fall, especially considering that Jessi was wearing heels. "Here we are!" she said, stopping momentarily.

"Here we are where?" I asked, reaching up to pull off my blindfold.

"Ah ah ah, not so fast," she told me, trapping my hands once again with her's. I sighed in defeat and continued to walk with her.

After a few more steps, an exchange between Jessi and someone, an elevator ride, and a few more steps, she lead me into a room. I could tell because the room, unlike the cold, air-conditioned hallways, had a different, slightly warmer atmosphere from the room.

"Ok, here we are," she said, reaching for my blindfold and taking it off.

There wasn't much adjusting to light, as the room was already pretty dark. But still, the light that was there caught my eyes off guard. But before they could readjust, I was greeted by a blast of voices. "Happy Birthday!"

Wait, today's my birthday? I thought, checking my mental calendar. Oh yeah. I had reminded myself yesterday with an email, but totally forgot today I recalled.

I rubbed my neck. "Thanks guys," I said, looking around the room. They were my grad school friends; the group I managed to insert myself in, and fit in with, during my lonely, Jessica-less days of grad school.

Jessica laughed. "I still can't believe you forgot about your birthday," she said, knocking my head lightly.

I laughed with her. "Yeah. I guess I was too caught up in my work," I said. Then, I looked at the room and realized: we were in a karaoke room.

"Well enough chatter, lets sing!"

After many songs and many drinks later, we had all decided to head back. By that time, it was 1:30AM, and Jessica drank so much that she passed out.

After saying goodbye to everyone, I tried to wake Jessica up. "Jessi, we have to leave now," I prompted her, shaking her lightly. She didn't budge though. "Jessi, c'mon," I continued. No use.

I guess I'll carry her home then I told myself, kneeling to pick her up. I never had to deal with a drunken Jessica, since she insisted, even at dinners with investors, that she didn't drink. So I was quite shocked when she had downed a whole bottle of wine (not in one gulp, thank god); she never drank, as far as I knew, so her being able to drink that much surprised me. Of course, I was more resistant, which was why I was still conscious.

Right as I picked her up, I realized something: the door would be hard to open with my hands full. So I set her back down and went to open the door. I couldn't though; it was locked.

"What in the--" I murmured and tried again. Then, I noticed a small piece of paper that was slid under the small crack under the door. I picked it up. It read:

'Hello, Mr. Han. Ms. Jung told me to slip this under the door, just in case she was unconscious and couldn't explain. Ms. Jung has already purchased the room you are currently in for the night; you will find the bed at the door behind the screen of the TV. The screen is attached to a piece of the wall that can be swung out. Hope you have a nice stay! -Karaoke Inn-'

I placed the note back down and walked towards the screen wearily. Did it honestly swing open, like those trap doors in the Scooby Doo movies?

And, sure enough, it did. I was too tired to gasp in awe, so I just carried Jessi to the bed. On my way there, I noticed a clean set of pajamas, so I laid her on the bed and grabbed the pajamas. Remembering how she was complaining how uncomfortable the dress was, I stripped it off and replaced it with the pajamas.

Right as I finished putting her pants on, she woke up. "Jinnie?"

I looked up at her. "Yeah?"

She looked at me and smiled before crawling under the covers and resting her head back on the pillow.

I changed, putting on just the pajama pants and stripping off my shirt before moving to the couch, using our clothes as a blanket. Just as I got comfortable, Jessi's voice broke the silence. "Jinnie, where are you?"

"Right here," I replied.

"Why aren't you sleeping with me?"

"Well, I--"

"Come here, Jinnie~"

I followed her orders, carefully setting the clothes on the couch before slipping under the covers and joining her.

Once she noticed I joined her, she smiled and wrapped her arms around me, resting her head in the crook of my neck. "Good night, Jinnie~"

I patted her silky hair. "Good night to you too," I told her, wrapping my arms around her warm body, sleep overtaking my consciousness.

Continuation of this can be found here.

[eclipsethemagic]

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Summary: The Kim brothers do everything together, even when they can't stand it. They tell eachother everything, and even meeting the same group of friends. Seokjin never met you, the lady in the bookstore. But Namjoon talks about you, everyday and Seokjin can't get through his mind why.

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x f!reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Drama, Humor

Warning: None!

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The flashing lights make Seokjin jump out of his thoughts. The photo shoot started at 6 pm, Seokjin wearing pumas with a green turtle neck and black skinny jeans. His brown hair styled perfectly. He’s been a model for about 2 years now alongside his younger brother Namjoon. The Kim brothers were a team, they did everything together. Here and there you would see Namjoon doing a music video and Seokjin acting in a K-drama and that wasn't all the time.  When they are done taking pictures Seokjin goes back and changes into his regular clothes. ( T-shirt and some gray sweatpants)

"Jinnie?" Seokjin hears from the younger male. Seokjin turns around and smiles at Namjoon and in return, Namjoon smiles back, his dimples on full display.

"Can we go to the bookstore today?" Namjoon asks.

Damnit.

Seokjin forgot he promised the young male they could go to the bookstore. He also forgot to tell Namjoon he wanted to change and lay in bed. But with that pout how could you say no?

"Fine," Seokjin says making the younger yell in happiness.

"Is this it?" Seokjin asks when they stand next to the tall old brown building. Namjoon nodded and opened the door, Seokjin could smell the fresh wood and books. The bell rings and that's when Seokjin notices the female. Her skin was brown and her hair was black long and curly. She has two earrings in her ears. That's all he could see because her back was facing them. Namjoon smiles and skips to the back of the bookstore making Seokjin roll his eyes. Him and books Seokjin thought. Walking up to the counter Seokjin clears his throat. She doesn't turn around. Ok? Seokjin clears his throat again and she doesn't say a word. Ok, what the fuck?

"Oh hyung you found yn!" Namjoon says cheerfully. Y/n? Seokjin thinks and Namjoon taps her shoulder making the girl jump. She puts her hand over her chest and Seokjin almost passes out then. She was beautiful. She had long thick eyelashes and light brown eyes. Her lips were pinkish and plumped. That's when Seokjin notices her chest. She was very gifted in the chest area and that pink sweater wasn't helping. The girl grabs a notepad and then a pen and starts writing something down then she holds it up showing us what she says.

"How long have you been here?" The note is read and Namjoon smiles and writes down not very long

"You sure?" She asks again and Namjoon nods making her smile. She looks at me and then gasps.

"Who is this Namjoon?" The woman asks, Namjoon points at me, then does some weird hand movement. This is Seokjin my brother Namjoon says and She nods putting her handouts. I shake it and she smiles big and that's when I noticed how soft her hands feel and how deep her dimples are. "Seokjin hyung this is song Y/n and she's a mute."

[bulletproofscales]

BTS sfw oneshots

jinnie's piggies (ot7 , feeder jin , drabble)

pampering the leader (minjoon , chubby namjoon , hurt and comfort)

they are all staring at you (yoonmin , chubby yoongi , poping buttons , public space)

chp2  (yoonmin , fat yoongi , bdsm , dom sub dynamics , hurt/comfort , use of safe word)

stubborn Yoonie (yoonkook , chubby yoongi , shaming)

zumba at 6:30pm (sope , chubby yoongi , zumba instructor hoseok)

miss the gym? (could be ot7 , jungkook centric , chubby jungkook)

his baby, his stuffed, gassy baby (taekook , chubby jungkook , gassy)

chp2  (taekook , chubby jungkook , gassy )

weird oportunity (could be ot7 , jungkook centric , chubby jungkook , insecurities)

stress eating (ot7 , fat hyung line , stuffing , hurt comfort)

teeny tiny house (2seok , fat hoseok , breaking furniture , hurt comfort , use of safe word)

MAMAs presentation doesnt have to be perfect (namseok , double gaining , hurt comfort kinda)

Jinnie’s...piggies? (ot3 , namjinseok , fat namjoon and fat hoseok , getting stuck in chairs , breaking the couch)

a 6 month hiatus does that to you (jungkook x reader , chubby jungkook , hurt/comfort)

Coca Cola and beer (hopekook , gassy jungkook , pinning , light angst)

the realest of selves (namkook , not feederism , established relationship , fluff)

“namjin evidence” (namjin , not feederism , established  relationship , fluff and crack )

literature can be interesting? (sope , not feederism , uni professor au , fluffy , happy ending , pinning )

chairman sized (vminkook , fat jimin , getting stuck in chair , public space , wg denial)

bts x mcdonalds (ot7 , word dump , furtniture breaking , they all gain weight )

the gentler touches (trans guy hoseok , namseok , fluff , gender dysphoria , hurt comfort)

monthly charity carwash (bottom heavy seokjin , public space , carwash , word dump?)

how to train your hybrid, sorta (yoonkook , mutual gaining, fluff , stuffing

admiring you is a full time job (hopekook , drunken confessions , ripping clothes , pinning, NSFW BONUS IN SECOND CHAPTER)

a king's banquet, pocket sized (jinkook , royal au , king jungkook , chef seokjin , stuffing , fluff)

room to change (namjin , hurt/comfort , internalized homophibia , anxiety , making out , dry humping , chubby seokjin)

skinny boy big dreams (jungkook solo , feedee jungkook , small drabble , bodyshaming)

not yet afterhours ( jinkook , obese jim seokjin , muscle chub jungkook , stuffing , bakery au)

a higher gpa and a higher bmi (namkook , taejin , sopemin , fat maknae line )

a fu(filling) challenge (yoonjin, gainer seokjin, wg , fat seokjin, competitive eating , public space)

heavyweight champion of the mile high club (taekook , fat kim taehyung , feeder jeon jungkook , in public , mile high club (i guess)

absence makes the waistline longer (yoonjin , seokjin discharge , making out , chubby yoongi , ruenion)

[skzstanforeversposts]

Charming but still cute~

Lee: Felix Ler: Hyunjin plus a little Minho

Warning! Slight mentions of ED, some small kisses (PLATONIC OFC)

Rough tickles, but still pretty much fluff <3

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Felix grinned, looking at himself thru the mirror. He had just put on the outfit he was wearing for lollapallooza, and he felt hotter than the sun right now.

He checked around his body, chucking at how the vest barely covered anything of his body. Man, stay was gonna go crazy for this, he thought.

A knock on the door got his attention away from himself, smiling as Hyunjin happily walked in, yelling out his iconic ‘Felix!’ While checking him up and down.

Hyunjin calmly plopped down on the couch, fixing out his own outfit while chuckling, watching Felix continue to check himself out.

But after a while, a wicked and mean idea formed on Hyunjins mind, making his mouth curl into a smile that looked like the grinch’s.

“Hey, Felix, wanna show me something?” He asked.

Hm? Yeah, sure Jinnie.” Felix, being the clueless little chick he was, was happy to help out his Hyung.

*Hyunjin began to show him what to do, trying not to smirk as he watched Felix happily follow him. Now, Felix was holding onto a metal bar where his clothes used to hang, his feet barely touching the ground*

“Why did you want me to-“ Felix began, before stopping with a loud gasp, feeling Hyunjins hands suddenly holding onto his side.

“What’s wrong Felix? Cat got your tounge?~” Hyunjin teased, resting his head on his shoulder while continuing to gently scratch his nails over his side.

“J-Jihihinnihie…that- thahahat tihihickles!…Nohohot nohow!…” Felix pleaded, giggling sweetly in a way that made Hyunjin grin so wide his cheek hurt so badly.

“I know, I know, but you gotta push thru it, yeah?~” Hyunjin mocked in fake sympathy, going higher up to reach his ribs.

But suddenly, Hyunjin froze, stopping the tickling. He turned to stand in front of Felix, giving him a worried expression. Hyunjin gently opened Felix’s vest up more, staring with wide eyes at how you could see his ribs so clearly.

“Felix, don’t tell me you’ve been ‘controlling yourself’ again…” Hyunjin said slowly, gently placing his shaky hand onto his cheek. Felix looked away, not wanting to admit the truth.

Everything was silent, until a loud ‘MINHO HYUNG!’ Was heard coming from Hyunjin, making Felix stop and stare at him in shock and a hint of betrayal.

Minho immediately walked in there, hoping that it wasn’t because of the usual chaos his kids created

But he tried not to burst out laughing at what he was seeing, seeing a different kind of chaos. Felix holding onto a metal bar while kicking his feet and laughing, Hyunjin smiling as he nuzzled his hair into the poor chicks stomach.

“What’s going on now? Did Felix get too cocky with his outfit?” Minho guessed, which could have actually been the right answer, Felix has been acting pretty cocky lately.

“Felix has began to starve himself again, just check his ribs!” Hyunjin pouted, but now being so serious so Felix would feel bad again.

Minho opened up the vest a bit, his eyes turning soft but stern as he saw how yo could clearly see his ribs, like he hasn’t eaten in days.

“Yah, what are we gonna do with you…” Minho muttered, turning to Felix’s back to get on his knees, tightly hug Felix’s legs together to keep him still.

Felix tried pleading, but it quickly went out the window when Hyunjin immediately used his long and skinny fingers to drill inbetween his ribs, making him bark out a laugh before more followed.

“Plehehehahahse nohohot nohohow! We’re soon gohohoing ohon stagnate!…” Felix snickered, trying to keep quiet. The walls here were quiet, and he really didn’t want any other celebrity to begin hearing him laughing like crazy.

Felix couldn’t even squirm, Minho making him unable to move his legs and his arms were completely stretched out aswell. Hyunjin was gently pinching and skittering his fingers here and there on his armpits and sides, meanwhile Minho gave him squeezes to his thighs and hips time to time

“Pretty baby, yeah?~ I bet you wanted this to happen on purpose, choosing that outfit to ease that little Lee mood~” Hyunjin teased, grinning as Felix’s now red face gave him an answer instead of his words

“Nohohoh!” Felix tried to deny, letting out a sweet orchestra of snorts and squeaks in his little giggles.

“Oh- I think someone’s lying~” Minho teased, looking up at Felix, laughing himself by how the redness from his face seemed to drip down to his chest.

“You know what that means. Raspberries!~” Minho acted like he was some host at a children’s talk show, watching as Felix rolled his eyes thru his laughter.

Hyunjin got on his knees aswell, now having his fave right in front of the very muscular but still cute stomach of the chick.

Hyunjin gave Felix one last shot eating grin, and Felix was about to say something to him, before immediately going into hysterics as Hyunjin blew a loud raspberry onto his poor lower stomach

“FuhuhuUHUHUCK NOAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHAHAHAHAHASE STAHAHAOHOHP!”

Felix tried desperately to kick and thrash, to bend his legs up to cover his stomach, but all he managed to get was a few small belly rolls.

Hyunjin just kept going, even going as far as to gently bite down on the lower rim of his bellybutton, playfully tugging at it before nibbling. Felix mentioned absolutely ballistic, tears appearing on his lashes as his body shook.

Soon enough, Felix couldn’t handle it, letting go of the metal pole to finally escape it. But instead, he was caught by the two other dancers, and pulled down to the floor for more.

Felix gasped and howled as they just continued, poking and squeezing in every spot that they could find him not protecting. They were both smirking at each other, watching their little dancerracha maknea wiggle under them

But as they saw tears threatening to spill and ruin his makeup, they slowed down to a stop, now only gently patting his belly and petting his hair.

Felix panted for air, smiling up at his two hyungs, who happily smiled back at him. He managed to sit up after a while, giving them both a big hug.

“Thank you…for not quitting on me…” He whispered, nuzzling into their shoulders. They both got cuteness aggression, beginning to kiss his cheeks and his nose while coo’ing at him.

They managed to make him stand up and get off them, but not without some whines ofc.

“Come on, cutie! We’re supposed to be on stage in five!” Minho said loudly, quickly pushing him out of the dressing room, with Hyunjin happily following them

The two members happily began loudly singing the entire way there to the other members, embarrassing Felix in front of the other celebrities and staffs, but he didn’t care, just happy to have his two hyungs at his side. <3

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Thank you for reading!!!

I really like this one, I tried doing a little bit of this every night, and I really liked how it turned out!

Hope you all enjoyed it, because I’m pretty proud of it myself. Now, remember to eat well, sleep well, and get all those tickles you want!

-Lina <3

[annaholak]

I was tagged in this by @petitemarianna and I guess I could use plausible deniability and pretend I didn't see it (tumblr being tumblr and showing me only the notifications it chooses to show me), but we are mutuals (as well as irl best friends) and I did see it, so here we go.

A book you want to reread:

The Winternight Trilogy by Katherine Arden, The Golem and the Jinni books by Helene Wecker, and the Erthsea books by Ursula Le Guin are all worlds I've really enjoyed and would love to revisit at some point.

Any books you reread every two to five years:

That would be mostly comfort books. Most of Jane Austen's books, and some of Georgette Heyer's, fall into this category, as well as some books by the Polish author Joanna Chmielewska (she wrote murder mystery comedies, that have been my pick-me-up go-tos since I was a teenager).

Any books you reread once a year:

I don't. Not really.. Though I used to reread the Harry Potter books almost on a yearly basis - once upon a time...

The book you reread within the shortest turnaround time:

That would be mostly Art of books, and comic books, that I reread to concentrate more on the art the second time around (most recently The Prince and the Dressmaker by Jen Wang). But I also recall rereading The Hunger Games pretty soon after I read it the first time, and the same goes for Good Omens.

The book you've reread the most times:

Aside form the aforementioned? I don't know. Childhood favorites certainly; Matilda, and Mary Poppins, and Anne of Green Gables. Calvin and Hobbes. The Lord of the Rings. Also Tigana by Guy Gavriel Kay (I haven't read it in years, but I used to love it), the Twilight Saga (yeah, yeah, I know...), Skinny Legs and All and Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins, and the Wooster and Jeeves books by P.G. Wodehouse.

I'm tagging @irene-p-fines-art - but if anyone else wants to have a go you're welcome to it.

[bookreviewdirectory]

The Skinny on the Jinni - Editorial Review

  Title: The Skinny on the Jinni Author: Gloria Lesher Genre: Paranormal Cozy Mystery   In The Skinny on the Jinni, retired professor Blythe Golightly is determined to save sixteen-year-old Najia from the clutches of Najia’s father, Sheikh Rabbaani. With power, status, and wealth, Sheikh Rabbaani has always had things go his way, so when Blythe gets involved, she knows she needs to be extra…

[xxxnightcorequeenxxx]

Dannymay 31

I’m the Phantom and the other a throwing tantrum.

I have the coolest name for a ghost, what other name would I boast? Apparition, not of my volition,

Spirit, what a dispirit,

Haunt, not what I want,

Spectre, sound like a funeral director,

Wraith, not a name with good faith,

Poltergeist, I’d be sacrificed.

Specter, not a misery collector,

Zombie, do I look like rhombi,

Vampire, I would rather rampire.

Shadow, that one I have to forego

Spook, do you want me to puke,

Angel, burry me in grange hill,

Demon, I rather be a freeman,

Sprite, sound like an ectoparasite,

Bogy, I’m not an old fogy,

Vision, would sound like indecision,

Phantasm, would get confused for cardiospasm,

Bogie, everybody would go boogie-woogie,

Materialization, sounds like something by a corporation,

Ghoul, do you take me for a tomfool,

Visitant, I’m a nonparticipant,

Zombie, I’m not a combi,

Familiar spirit, not something I wanna inspirit,

Fantasm, coconscious note the sarcasm,

Hant, I just can’t,

Bogey, we been over this pass the pirogi,

Doppelganger, too much of a cliffhanger,

Shade, and the options just cascade,

Djinn, I’d go straight to the loony bin,

Daimon, I’m no highwayman

Genie, ugh when can I get a martini,

Familiar, it just feels auxiliar,

Double, sounds like trouble,

Jinn, wow the selection is getting really thin,

Fetch, I’d just be called a wretch

Devil, how low-level,

Jinni, people would think I was a ninny,

Incubus, not really a plus,

Succubus, place the leaves like succubous,

Djinni, just rephasing words to make this less skinny,

Daemon, I’m not the gleeman,

Genius, how ingenious,

Lemures, non of these are redeemers,

Manes, are we done rotting my brains,

Imp, the option here are rather limp,

Lamia, I don’t live in mesopotamia

Shaitan, oh come-on

Fiend, that one need to be quarantined

Cacodemon are you gonna end it with eudemon?

[toyshrine]

1970s Durham Industries Skinny Jinny Flat Poseable Doll

[aut2imagineart]

Here's my second set of original Disney inspired genie characters.  I'm still going to be posting genie related art all this month but I think I'm going to drop the #genieuary as no one else seems to be participating this year like they did last year (at least on Deviantart). As always comments and critiques are welcome.

[monodreamin]

Green looks good on you

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

Rated: M (18+)

Genre: smut, fluff, one shot

Synopsis: Your husband and child’s father comes home earlier than expected, he sees your eyes are set on another man Sehun, your bias from Exo and jealousy ensues. 

Warnings: masturbation (male), degradation, Oral sex (male receiving ), dirty talk, daddy kink, dom!Seokjin, cum eating, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, breast play, orgasm denial, jealous Seokjin /possessive Seokjin, begging, crying during sex (reader is a sensitive baby) profanity and cream pie, impreg kink, smacking.  (let me know if I missed anything please)

Words: 3,046 

Author's note: I dedicate this fic to my wife, my best friend and my soulmate, who loves Jin so much!  I hope she enjoys it and that many other Jin enthusiasts do as well. Happy birthday to my muse and the person who got me writing again. None of this would have been done without her constant  love, support and encouragement I love you. 

You were home alone with your 6 month old son while your husband Seokjin was out shooting a music video with the rest of the BTS members he wouldn't be home until tomorrow Seojun your son laid beside you on the bed looking up at you his eyes glowed and he smiled. “You miss daddy too?” you asked your son softly he moved his small pouty lips that resembled his fathers as he tried to speak. it was so adorable the son you conceived on your honeymoon with your husband Seokjin he made sure to waste no time in knocking you up. Jin always told you he would get you pregnant as soon as he could and after the wedding vows were exchanged he stuck to his word. 

You loved having a mini Jin around especially at times like this when his father was away and you missed him. You would have been all alone in a huge house but now you had your son and you loved him so much. You would never be alone again; that was a thing in the past. You had a piece of Jin in your shared little boy who had a very strong resemblance to his daddy.  You looked at the time and noticed it was Seojun’s bedtime. “Ok little one, it's time for bed.” you gently lifted your son from the bed wrapping his blanket around him. You made your way to the nursery and tucked your son in. You gave him one last longing look and he closed his eyes and drifted to sleep. You turned the baby monitor on and made your way back to the bedroom. 

It was now your alone time after a long day of caring for your son and trying to get him on a decent schedule. Seojun was a good baby who only cried when he was hungry or needed a diaper change. 

You planned on catching up on some EXO content. You were an Exo-L your husband knew you were and he supported it through and through. Seokjin even introduced you to the group once and teased you after Sehun, who was your bias, had you flustered. Seokjin was confident, why wouldn't he be? his nickname after all is worldwide handsome and that he is. 

You quickly showered and changed into your Exo T-shirt you bought from a concert you attended with some friends. 

You were eager to finally have some alone time. You turned on your laptop watching tons of videos on youtube. You sat up on your bed watching countless Exo videos. You were lost in your own little world laughing at these amazing, talented, funny men. You clicked on a video of Sehun shirtless performing on stage. “Did you miss your handsome husband ?” you heard Jin’s familiar voice and he was shortly beside you on the bed looking at your laptop. Sehun was performing shirtless in black skinny jeans and black converse. The video continued to play on your laptop screen. 

You felt the heat flush from your body onto your face. You must have been red as a tomato right now. “ohhh so this is what you do while I’m gone?” Jin placed his hand on your bare thigh. The only thing you had on for bed were panties and an Exo t-shirt. “Yes, Seojun just went to bed and I decided to catch up on some stuff. I missed you Jinnie.” Jin’s large hand began rubbing on your thigh. “I hope you didn’t have a hard time with our son and it doesn’t seem like you missed me much.” He continued looking at the screen, your eyes scanned his face and body.

“Seojun was good. He is always good once I get him on a set schedule it will be even better. I did miss you, what makes you say I didn’t?” you straddle his lap, the shirt rising some, exposing your black lace panties. You knew where this conversation was going and he rarely got jealous but when he did green looked so good on him. “You don’t see me on top of you?” You ran your hands through his long hair. Seokjin had a weak spot whenever anyone touched his hair who knew such an innocent act turned him on. 

Seokjin’s eyes closed and he briefly relished in the moment. “Well first of all look at who you are watching on your laptop and the shirt you are wearing to bed. I saw how you watched the screen and blushed.” He was back on topic quickly. I knew I wouldn’t be let off easily. 

“Seriously over exo? You are my husband, we live together and we have a son. I say you win this competition.” You grind your needy core over his semi hard dick. “Come on Jinnie I said I missed you.” You watched your husband with pleading eyes. 

“ You look at other men while your husband, the father of your child, is away and you sleep in another man’s shirt.” your husband watched you with dark eyes, a chill running down your spine. You didn’t see this side of him much, the jealous husband and secretly it was turning you on. A little jealousy is ok, it shows that you are still wanted and that he cares. 

“Jinnie, you weren't even supposed to be here until tomorrow.” Jin quickly had you laying on your back on the bed. “and what the fuck does that mean?”  Jin pulled the shirt off you, throwing it on the bedroom floor. your breasts were exposed and your nipples quickly hardened. “nothing, it means nothing Seokjin. I was just watching videos. ” Jin placed both his hands on your chest, rubbing and caressing both breasts giving them equal attention. 

“I think for you it means I’m not supposed to see you all hot and bothered over another man because I wasn’t supposed to be here. You should have my shirt on you and you should be watching me on your screen  and fucking your slutty cunt with your vibrator to me that’s what a good wife does. What am I going to do with you baby?”  he pinched your nipples and you let out a moan. the ministrations of your husband were turning you on more and more. “I want you to fuck me right now Jin.” you inhaled a deep breath and your husband ignored you picking up the shirt off the floor. “lay down and watch me. You have been a very bad girl while daddy is away so your pussy doesn’t deserve to get fucked by me.” You quickly did as you were told your eyes glue to his.

“I want you to be quiet, keep your hands to your sides and watch me.” Jin put the shirt over his hard dick and started stroking his long length with it. You grabbed the sheets on both sides of you biting your lip as you watched your husband pleasure himself. Your legs involuntary opening up wide as you watched the sheen of sweat on your husband's forehead as he continued to jack his pretty cock on your shirt.  “I’ll have to do this instead and you could watch and wish it was your tight little count I was fucking. My cock doesn't belong inside a dirty girl like you.”   

Your hand slowly makes its way inside your panties and your husband smacks your hand away. “You heard what I said keep your fucking hands to your sides or I wont fuck your slutty pussy be a good girl and do as daddy says and I’ll fill your pussy with my cum.” You groan in annoyance, keeping your hands at both of your sides. Your husband in all his glory in front of you using his hands for pleasure and not you. It was pure torture but you watched him as you were foaming at the mouth you wanted him so bad. Jin smiled at you as he spit on his hand for added lubrication stroking himself harder.

Seokjin’s face contorted in pleasure and you knew he was close. You had to be a good girl. His good girl you wanted his dick nestled between your legs splitting you in half. You wanted him to praise you and tell you what a good girl you have been. You wanted him to call you his good little princess so here you were being patient and quiet waiting like the good little sub you were. You squeezed your legs together tightly trying to get some kind of friction. Your pussy was throbbing and you could feel the wetness pooling in your panties. Seokjin could slip in you without a problem. You wanted it so badly now it was the only thing on your mind. 

Seokjin let out a loud grunt and spilled his semen all over your exo shirt he had removed off of you. “Now wear it like that. ” he said, throwing the shirt on your lap. “what?” you asked not knowing if your husband was serious or not. You could see his white stains all over the shirt.  “You heard me whore put the shirt on now.” you took the shirt in your hands and put it over your head and you instantly felt the warm cum seep through the shirt onto your chest. “I think it looks better with my cum on it. Don't you think so?”  You nodded your head quickly not saying a word. 

“Nuh uh, I want you to use your words. Daddy is not happy with you, not at all. So you, my filthy whore need to make it up to me.” You began to get a bit teary eyed, you knew his words weren’t serious but you were always so sensitive and you didn’t like that he was unhappy with you and now all you wanted so badly was to make him happy and to please him. You were willing to do anything in your power to make him happy with you again. 

“ I don’t like it when daddy is mad at me. I’m sorry Jin for being such a bad girl. I only want you, I promise.” Without notice the tears begin to stream down from your eyes. Seokjin gave you a soft look before wiping away your tears. Seokjin had to stay in character even though you were making it hard for him to. Seokjin was the stronger of you too. He knew the sex would be worth it.  “If you want I can…” you knew what his next words were so you cut him off. Jin was ready to stop whenever he felt it was too much or you were crying. He had a soft spot for you but you loved this darker side of him too.  “No, I'm a bad girl and I need to be punished. Punish me daddy please so I can be your good little princess again, that's all I want I beg you.”

Seokjin’s face beamed with pride; he loved how submissive you were in this moment. This in return made you happy you were slowly getting back on his good side. “I love it when my  little needy whore begs. Don’t cry then you can only cry from pleasure when my dick is deep down inside of you.” 

Seokjin rammed his entire length inside you without warning. Your head snapped but your pussy was very wet and accommodated him well, swallowing him whole. You were hungry but not for food, you were hungry for Seokjin. his touch, his smell, his kiss and you just wanted him deep inside of you filling and touching your every being. You were elated for him to finally give you what you desperately craved for.  

You gasped at the pleasure he was giving you between your legs. “Take it all in like the good whore I know you are, be my good little princess and I'll plug all of your holes with my cum.” You moaned at the words that left his plush lips and the feeling he was giving to your body. There were a lot of things Seokjin did well and pleasing your body while feeding your mind with dirty thoughts was one of his specialties. His dirty talk alone would have you playing with yourself over the phone while your husband was away from home, his voice and filthy mouth alone would get you off when you were lonely and your husband was away. 

“Oh fuck Jinnie keep on right there please.” you pushed your head back moaning in ecstasy. Seokjin was hitting your sweet spot and it was evident by how your juices leaked down onto the bed. “right there huh? my dirty baby loves it when I fuck her this way?” to add on to the pleasure Seokjin had his thumb rubbing over your clit as he penetrated you deeper. 

You were far too gone now, your mind full of lust and want. all you wanted was to cum all over Jin’s cock. you were close and Jin could tell by the way your walls constricted around him your state of pleasure was cut short when Jin removed himself from you. “What? Why did you do that?” You looked down at where you and Seokjin were both connected not too long ago. 

Seokjin smacked your thigh harshly “you have other men on your mind and you think you deserve to cum? Maybe you should see if Sehun can help you out.” You should have known better this wasn’t going to be easy. “Seokjin I told you I was sorry I don’t know what else…” the wheels in your head started turning, you now had a plan. 

“I’m so sorry daddy please please forgive me. I only want you. You are the only one for me the only man that can fuck me and do as he pleases with me only you. ” You placed your fingertip over his veiny cock. You watched his face as his eyes closed tightly as you continued to rub your hand over his dick. “I want your hard dick in me again. I want you to fill my slutty pussy up with you. I’m yours only yours and I need your cum.” 

Your eyes never left his as you licked your lips and studied his face to see what he liked you stroked your hands over his cock harder. “ shit baby…that feels good” his eyes shot open. “Are you going to give your wife what she so desperately wants?” You kitten licked the tip of his dick. 

“I will give what you want you cock slut after I fuck your throat” his hand wrapped around your hair  as he pulled your face deeper to his cock. Your mouth easily gliding over his shaft you could feel his cock down your throat. Seokjin was using your throat as his cock sleeve and you didn’t mind it all. You just wanted to feel his cock somewhere so for now your throat would do. 

“You are the prettiest like this.” Seokjin pulled your hair back fucking into your throat the drool escaping both sides of your mouth as you began to gag. “Look at how good you swallow my dick.” Seokjin stared into your eyes intensely as his cum coated the inside of your throat, some  of it escaping down to your neck because he was overflowing. “Such a good little princess my wife is.” He lifted you off the floor smacking your ass. “I love you Seokjin.” You said before he placed you back on the bed, your legs resting on each of his broad shoulders. You raised your legs up so you were nice and narrow for him helping him reach your G-spot perfectly. 

Seokjin held on to your hips as he rocked you in a side to side motion, his dick quickly finding your G-spot. “Jinnie… omg… Jin'' your mouth opened in a perfect O as Jin caressed your waist while his cock relentlessly hit your sweet spot. “This time I’ll let you cum all over my cock love.” Seokjin gave you a cocky wink as he slapped your thigh. 

“Yes Seokjin… fuck please make me cum… let me cum daddy please, oh please I’ll do anything you want anything.” 

The words that left your lips must have been like music to his ears . You were being his perfect little submissive wife.“I’m filling your pretty pussy all the way up again baby. We should give Seojun a little sister now.” Seokjin always wanted two children, a boy and a girl. He would talk about having a little girl that would look exactly like you.  

Seokjin’s hands cupped your breast as he ravished you. You could feel your muscles tense up as he fucked into you but slowly with the pleasure overtaking your body your muscles started to relax as the feeling of pleasure washed over you, your muscles began  loosening up as you reached your high. You let out a loud moan and Seokjin laid his head on your chest. 

“Daddy, that felt so good.” You pushed his hair back, kissing his forehead and down his pretty log neck. “It was really good, I hope I got you pregnant again, only I can get you pregnant.” He grabbed the back of  your neck as he kissed your lips sweetly. Seojun started to cry and before you could get up Seokjin stopped you “I’ll get him, you stay on the bed and make sure my cum stays in you.” Seokjin smirked before putting some sweats and a shirt on to check up on Seojun.

 Not only was Seokjin a perfect husband, he was a perfect father as well. He always helped you as much as he could with Seojun when he was at home. He tried to raise Seojun as much as you did. If Seokjin wanted five more kids, hell you would give him those five more kids, he was the best father. You put your knees up smiling trying not to let any of his cum spill out of you hoping you would get pregnant. Your thoughts were interrupted with flashbacks of what you and Jin just did. You thought to yourself, maybe I should make him jealous more often if this was the outcome. 

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Jinnie Sweet (Under His Mask Ch.4) - JJK + KSJ

Relationships: Jungkook x Seokjin Genre: fluff, smut | mutual pining, camboy au, strangers to lovers Rating: Explicit Chapter Word Count: ~ 9.4k Final Tags: (may not all be applicable in each chapter) Fluff, Angst, Smut, Camboy AU, Mutual Pining, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Trans!Jin, Camboy!Jin, Sex Work, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Masks, University Student!Jungkook, Masturbation, Sex Toys, Strap-Ons, Phone Sex, Rough Sex, Anal, Oral, Vaginal Sex, Dirty Talk, Barebacking, Bottom!Jungkook, Top!Jungkook, Bottom!Seokjin, Top!Seokjin

Summary: Jungkook’s luck is on his side when he wins a raffle hosted by his favorite camboy. The winning prize is a chance to sleep with him on camera. But when Jungkook finally gets to meet the handsome performer face to face, they realize they aren’t the strangers that they thought they were.

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The address that Jinnie texted Jungkook was in a surprisingly decent area of the city. Jungkook felt a bit guilty, having that thought; but he’d assumed that Jinnie would set up shop somewhere a little less… Nice.

By the time he was riding the elevator up to the sixth floor, Jungkook’s stomach was in knots. He could hardly breathe. He looked down at himself, cursing his fashion decisions. He’d spent an hour in front of his closet – hoping something would jump out as appropriate to wear. But what was an appropriate outfit for this situation even? He’d ultimately decided on a pair of his skinny jeans in black. The cut highlighted his bulge, and the casual rips in the knees and thighs made his legs look really nice. He’d paired it with his heavy boots – though they may not have been the best for a first appearance, they had become his security blanket over the years. And to top it off – though he was wearing a zip up hoodie over it at the moment (only way to sneak out of his house without his parents asking questions) – he wore a white button up shirt. He’d rolled the sleeves to accentuate his forearms and let the top half of the buttons hang open to reveal his chest. Despite his insecurities; he knew his chest was great and prayed that Jinnie would like it as well. A baseball cap slung low over his eyes and a simple black mask finished his look.

The sound of the elevator doors opening dropped Jungkook’s stomach onto his bladder. He stared down the hallway, unable to force himself to take a step forward. Just as the doors began to close, he stepped out, the air escaping his lungs in a rush as they shut behind him. He could do this. It was just a meeting. Jungkook glanced at the address on his phone to reassure himself of the apartment number. He smiled a little at their conversation; though they had only planned on using the app for the call and address, they had ended up spending hours over the past few days chatting back and forth. Everything from casual likes and dislikes to more intimate details – kinks that each had and liked, things they wanted to try with a partner someday… It was all so comfortable with Jinnie. He only hoped that the comfort and ease would remain once they met face to face.

Jungkook walked down the hallway, glancing at the delicate silver numbering on the heavy looking off-white doors. This was it. He took a deep breath and adjusted his mask to cover his face a little more securely. Though they’d decided to reveal faces, he wasn’t sure how quickly they would – and a mask and baseball cap seemed the best way to be casually anonymous. He reached up and knocked on the door, quickly dropping his hand into his hoodie pocket in a hope that it would stop shaking.

The door opened to reveal a surprisingly normal living room. Jungkook could see a comfy brown couch, made of well-worn, clean fabric. A nice glass topped coffee table with a glass vase of flowers on the center. The floor was carpeted with a light brown carpet, recently vacuumed from the lines that Jungkook could see. The walls were decorated with a variety of artwork – some framed and others hung with tacks. He could see the edge of a television to one side, and a closed door. But no person.

“J—Jinnie?” He asked softly.

“Come in.” Jinnie said, his voice coming from behind the door. He sounded different in person. An odd feeling of familiarity washed over Jungkook. He knew that voice from…. Somewhere. He just couldn’t place it. He stepped inside and to the side to allow the door room to close, standing awkwardly for a moment.

The door shut. Jungkook lowered his head, almost afraid to look over.

“You can take the mask off.”

Jungkook reached up slowly, tugging his mask off his ears and tucking it into his pocket. He raised his head slowly, meeting Jinnie’s eyes.

Jungkook’s stomach dropped hard, a wave of icy nausea washing over him. “Kim Seokjin?!” He hissed.

Seokjin looked just as startled as Jungkook felt. His beautiful eyes were bulging, lips parted in a surprised gape.

“Jeon Jungkook! I—Oh God.” His hands flew up to hide his features, and Jungkook could see his entire face reddening. “Oh my God,” he whispered.

“I didn’t—” Jungkook cut himself off, unsure what to say. He lowered his head again, pulling his hat off and twisting it between his hands.

“Of all the people,” Seokjin whispered, slumping against the wall. “Of all the people to win, you?”

A streak of hurt cut through Jungkook at Seokjin’s words and tone. He pouted a little, his heart sinking further. “I didn’t know,” Jungkook whispered. “I didn’t realize you were…”

“Trans?” Seokjin mumbled with no humor.

“No, not straight. I mean, I didn’t know you were trans either but I wouldn’t have cared either way about that.”

“You would’ve cared about my sexuality though? A little hypocritical isn’t it? Given you pay to watch men cam.”

Jungkook looked back up quickly. “I didn’t mean it negatively.” He clarified. “I… I’ll go.” He added, trying to keep his voice firm. “I promise, I won’t tell anyone about you. Never. I’ll keep your secret no matter what.” He turned and grabbed the handle of the door.

Before he could open it, Seokjin’s hand landed on his wrist. His grip was almost painful, stopping Jungkook from moving. Jungkook looked up at him, his eyes wide. He felt a broad swipe of fear down his spine; what if Seokjin hurt him? He wouldn’t do that though… Jungkook was sure of that – he was so gentle. But Jin’s gaze was fiery as he looked at Jungkook, and the other wasn’t sure which emotion that fire was filled with.

“Why?” Seokjin whispered, his voice raspy and thick.

“W— Why what?”

“Why would you have cared about my sexuality? If you’d known I wasn’t straight.”

“Because I had a crush on you,” Jungkook confessed, shrugging sheepishly. He’d never be so brazen normally, but Seokjin knew he’d seen him naked. They’d had phone sex for fuck’s sake. Confessing a real-life crush seemed relatively minimal all things considered. “I’m awkward with crushes anyway, but you go to church and I just assumed… You were probably dating some pretty girl somewhere. So it made me more awkward because I didn’t wanna freak you out or something.”

“Had.”

“What?”

“You said you had a crush. Past tense.”

“I still do,” Jungkook mumbled. “But you… You’d never like me back – I heard the way you said it earlier.”

“Said it… Oh, Jungkook – I meant that you’re the pastor’s sun. How can I be expected to fuck you on camera when you’re in a position like that? What if someone were to find out?”

“The same could be said for anyone who won that spot, Seokjin. You could have had a lawyer or a singer or a store clerk or a banker. There’s always that risk of being found out. Me being the son of a pastor runs very little risk – I’m not famous.” Jungkook pulled his hand from Seokjin’s grip. “I’ll go now though. You can trust me. I really won’t say anything. Nobody knows I watch cams anyways and I can keep secrets well. You can let me go.”

Seokjin’s brows furrowed. He blinked. “I—I wouldn’t have kept you here. I just… You don’t have to go. I just wanted to know what you’d meant.”

Jungkook hesitated. He glanced at the couch and then at Seokjin. “You need to contact the other winner though. I shouldn’t distract you.”

“You don’t want to…”

Jungkook frowned a little. “You don’t want me to.”

“I didn’t say that.” Seokjin sighed. “This is… This is all happening so fast. Don’t go, not yet. Why don’t we sit and talk a bit? We’ll decide together how to proceed. I think we’re both really overwhelmed with… Finding out.”

Jungkook hesitated, but nodded, wetting his lips. “Okay,” he whispered. Seokjin nodded as well. “Lemme get you a drink. Do you want a beer, or a soda? Water?”

“Soda’s fine.”

Seokjin nodded again. He stepped back. “Uh…” He stuck his hand out rather awkwardly. “We haven’t spoken much in church at all so… My friends just call me Jin. Do you… Go by Cooky?”

“No, just in the chat. JK mostly. I had a girlfriend who called me Cooky but… That’s it.”

“It’s a cute nickname,” Jin said. “Fits you.” He cleared his throat. “Make yourself at home. I’ll grab the drinks…” He stepped back and turned, nearly running into the kitchen.

Jungkook leaned on the wall, undoing the laces of his boots and pulling them off. He touched his hoodie, then remembered his outfit underneath. He opted to keep it on for now, and set his hand over the top of his boots before sitting awkwardly on the couch. While he waited for Jin to return, he looked closer at the artwork on the walls. A lot of it looked to be abstract, and both professional and amateur.

“My brother’s boyfriend is an artist,” Jin said. He sat on the couch next to Jungkook and handed him a soda. “He supplied me with a lot of this art – both his own and some of his friends. I love the color.”

“It’s very pretty,” Jungkook agreed. “My house is so bare – just a few religious paintings and stuff. It feels too sterile.”

“Do your parents know about you?”

“No. My Dad’s made a few… Suggestive comments about it, like maybe he’s picking up on it, but I haven’t been questioned directly. I haven’t denied directly either, but…”

“I understand.”

“Is the lady you come to church with your grandmother?”

“No,” Jin chuckled. “My landlord, actually.”

Jungkook cocked a brow. Jin laughed a bit brighter. “She owns a couple of these apartments. They’re soundproof and really nice. They’re expensive though, especially for me. She gives me a discount on my rent if I accompany her to church every week. I don’t mind. She’s a kind woman with no family – she treats me like a grandson honestly.”

“So, are you religious?”

“Not even a little. My parents were, but that’s as far as it went. But I don’t mind taking the time to spend there. Like I said, she’s nice… And the view behind the pulpit isn’t bad.” He met Jungkook’s eyes pointedly. Jungkook’s cheeks warmed up. He lowered his gaze.

“I really had no idea.”

“Me neither. I thought your voice sounded sorta familiar but I didn’t place it. And I had no idea you weren’t straight.”

“Yeah, same. Your… I mean I’m used to seeing you on camera in a very different way.”

Jin laughed and nodded. “Understood. That’s the point, of course. To hide who I am.” He sighed softly. “I’m sorry I upset you at the door. I didn’t mean to imply I was rescinding the prize.”

Jungkook winced a little. “The prize… It sounds so cold and formal. Maybe it wouldn’t if you were a stranger but… It feels weird.”

“The idea of it?”

“Not necessarily,” Jungkook said, considering his words as he spoke. “But just… Calling it a prize. I mean I want to but… You’re a person I see every week. You’re not just some prize hog.”

“Kind of you but… To anyone else that won… I would be.”

Jungkook nodded. “I know. I guess that’s maybe why this is a bad idea.”

“Perhaps… Or maybe it just brings a new element to it. A greater intimacy – since we already sort of know each other.”

Jungkook looked back up, surprised at the intensity of Jin’s gaze once more. His mouth dried up, tongue feeling too big for the space between his teeth.

“If I can be blunt, Jungkook,” Jin began slowly, “I don’t this new revelation needs to stop us from proceeding. You’re… Pretty much ideal when it comes to the partner I was hoping to do this with. And knowing you in real life, I know your personality a little more than I would if we were total strangers, which does help given the… Sensitivity of what I’m planning. And… To add crude on top of blunt… I’ve been letting my mind wander to your photo and voice and video… And how great you sounded that night… And I’d be pretty disappointed if I didn’t get to experience that in person at least once.”

Jungkook opened his mouth to speak. Instead he whined softly, his cheeks warming immediately at the outburst. Jin smirked.

“And you want it too, hm?”

Jungkook slammed his mouth shut and nodded. He took a sip of his soda, hoping it’d give him some ability to speak once more. All hope of that escaped when Jin moved a little closer and set one hand on his upper thigh.

“Jungkook?”

“Hm?” Jungkook squeaked, his eyes wide as he searched Jin’s face. He was beautiful – so, so beautiful. Jungkook didn’t know how he missed it now – Jinnie’s mouth was something he’d stared at weekly for a year now – how had he overlooked the similarities with Jin in church?

“May I kiss you on the mouth?”

Jungkook swallowed audibly, his eyes drifting down to Jin’s mouth once more. He parted his lips to speak, but worried his voice would once again betray him. Instead he nodded quickly.

Jin smiled. He squeezed Jungkook’s thigh firmly, sliding his hand up a little then back to the original placement. He closed his eyes and moved forward, closing the space between their mouths with a deliberate slowness – giving Jungkook time to pull away.

As if. Jungkook had dreamed of kissing Jinnie – and Seokjin – for months. He wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip out of his grasp. Their lips met with a decided lack of fireworks. It wasn’t some romantic film kiss – it was just a kiss. It felt natural and easy, their mouths moving in sync without either trying very hard. Jungkook brought his hand up, placing it on the side of Jin’s neck. Jin sighed into his mouth. Jungkook felt the hand leave his thigh and wrap around his middle, bringing him as close to Jin as he could get without crawling into his lap. Jin’s tongue swiped tentatively over Jungkook’s bottom lip and it was Jungkook’s turn to sigh contentedly, parting his lips to allow the kiss to deepen.

They kissed until Jungkook’s mouth was numb. He pulled back, his eyes fluttering open. Jin’s cheeks were mottled pink, his lips swollen and wet.

“You’re shaking,” Jin whispered.

“Overwhelmed,” Jungkook admitted.

“Should we stop?”

“Please, no—” Jungkook kissed him once more to make a point before pulling back, pressing their foreheads together. “Don’t stop. I want this.”

“So do I. I’m sorry I hurt your feelings – I was overwhelmed, and nervous about what to do. Despite the risk of it being someone I knew, I didn’t actually think it would be.”

Jungkook pulled back a little, meeting Jin’s gaze. Jin smiled shyly.

“I don’t have a ton of friends on purpose – to avoid this sort of accident. I hadn’t considered what to do if it happened.”

“We don’t have to do anything on camera,” Jungkook said. “I’m fine with that. With not…”

“Are you scared to?”

“No. No more than I was before. Knowing you in real life doesn’t change that.”

“Does it change anything?”

Jungkook smiled shyly. He leaned back on the couch, out of Jin’s grip. “Something, maybe… But I’m… Shy to say.”

“Talk to me,” Jin pressed.

“It changes how I thought it would end.”

“How so?”

Jungkook shrugged sheepishly, feeling put on the spot. He grabbed his soda and sipped it again, setting it down with a thunk and fiddling with the threads on the ripped knee of his jeans. “After I won… I had to make sure I kept it clear in my head. I really like you. I did before winning of course, but it was more… Just sort of an idolization of a far-off celebrity figure. Once we started talking, it became more real and I started liking you, you know… More. As a real person. But I knew that this would be just a short thing. Like, it was a transaction, sort of. So I had to make sure I didn’t let myself get too deep emotionally.”

“And now?” Jin pressed gently.

“Well, I… I know you. I mean… In real life, so… Maybe things don’t have to just be a one-time professional thing. We could be friends after.”

Jin smiled softly. “Sounds like it’s not a bad thing it changes then…” He reached out again, letting his fingers brush over the exposed skin of Jungkook’s knee through the tear in the jeans. He moved his hand up then, looping it around the back of Jungkook’s neck and pulling him forward into another kiss. Jungkook relaxed into the kiss, shifting closer before finally swinging his leg over and straddling Jin’s hips. Jin laughed against his mouth.

“Should I move?” Jungkook asked, softly, moving back just enough to speak.

“No, God, no, stay like this.” Jin pulled him closer, their bodies touching everywhere they could as he deepened the kiss again.

Jungkook felt his hand shift between them, catching the zipper of his hoodie and tugging it down. He broke the kiss and leaned back on Jin’s lap, letting him undo the hoodie. He shrugged it off and tossed it onto the couch. Jin’s gaze landed on his bare chest, his lips parting.

“You dressed up for me,” he whispered.

A bout of self-consciousness hit Jungkook. He shifted, closing his shirt a little. “Is it… Too much?”

“You look stunning,” Jin argued. He pushed Jungkook’s arms away before they could hide his bare chest. He ran the tips of his fingers gently up the center of his chest to his throat before moving back down, pushing the fabric out of the way to brush his thumb over Jungkook’s right nipple.

Jungkook moaned weakly, his eyes rolling back. “Oh—”

“Oh, yeah… You said they were sensitive, didn’t you?” Jin purred. He leaned forward, kissing his chest. He flicked his tongue out, swiping it over his nipple. Jungkook shuddered hard, his hands grabbing for Jin’s neck instinctively. Jin huffed what sounded like a laugh and gripped Jungkook’s lower back, holding him close. He bit down gently and then sucked at the hard, nub. Jungkook moaned brokenly, his body tensing as his cock swelled more in his jeans. Jin moved one hand around to pinch and tug gently at his other nipple, his other hand still gripping Jungkook so he couldn’t pull away from the delightful assault.

“Jin—” Jungkook gasped, pushing his hips forward. He pressed his confined cock against Jin’s lower belly, desperate for some sort of stimulation that wasn’t just his own jeans.

Jin chuckled low in his throat and pulled back, leaning back on the couch. He let his gaze drop down, a smirk curling his beautiful mouth up when it landed on Jungkook’s crotch.

He dropped his other hand from his nipple and pressed his palm against the bulge, grinning brightly when Jungkook cried out and shuddered.

“Oh, you’re hard,” he murmured. Jungkook whined, rolling his eyes.

“Pretty obvious, isn’t it?” He snarked, earning a laugh from Jin.

He pressed again, a little harder. “Don’t be a brat,” he scolded without any venom. Jungkook met his gaze, his heart racing in his chest.

“Will you touch me?”

“I am.” Jin brushed his fingers over the bulge so lightly that Jungkook could barely feel it through the denim.

“You know what I mean.”

“No… I don’t. I think I’m going to need you to be more clear. Now, what is it you need?”

“Touch my cock.”

Jin nodded, his lips pouting out in thought. “I’m doing that,” he said. He swiped his hand lightly over the bulge again.

“No – Please,” Jungkook whined, trying to grind against his hand. “T— Take my pants off and touch my bare cock.”

“Oh, now I see.” Jin wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s middle again and twisted their bodies. Jungkook grunted when his back hit the couch, the air slamming out of his chest when Jin knelt over him, inches from his face. He was between Jungkook’s legs, pushing one to the floor to give himself enough room to move.

“You wanted these off, hm?” Jin asked, placing his hand on the fly of Jungkook’s jeans.

Jungkook nodded.

“But you look so good with them on,” Jin argued. He traced the obscene bulge.

“Please—” Jungkook whined. “I—I’ll wear them whenever we hang out, please – I need you to touch me.”

“Well, alright. I suppose what they’re hiding is just as pretty.” Jin teased. He undid the button on Jungkook’s and wiggled the zipper down. Moving off the couch for a moment, Jin leaned down and grabbed the band on the jeans and Jungkook’s boxers, yanking them down. Jungkook giggled helplessly when it tugged him down an inch or two on the couch. He moved back, helping Jin tug the denim from his legs. His jeans, boxers, and socks landed in a pile, leaving him only in his shirt. Jin stood still a moment, his gaze roaming over Jungkook’s half naked body.

Jungkook looked away, resisting the urge to cover his crotch.

“May I remove the shirt as well?” Jin asked. Jungkook nodded. He sat up, undoing the buttons that were done up over his belly and letting it fall from his shoulders. Jin pulled Jungkook into a standing position, wrapping an arm around his lower back.

“You are stunning, you know that?”

Jungkook’s cheeks warmed. He looked down, smiling shyly before tucking his lip into his mouth, chewing at the little ring.  

“Cooky…” Jin whispered. He brushed his nose over Jungkook’s shoulder and up to his ear, catching the lobe lightly between his teeth. “Would you like to fuck me?” He whispered.

Jungkook froze. “I—”

Jin chuckled, pulling back a little. “We don’t have to,” he said, meeting Jungkook’s shocked expression. “There’s no obligation.”

“No, I—I want to,” Jungkook whispered. “But, the… Video. The show.”

Jin nodded. “Let me explain a little. I probably should have done that before I got you all naked and hard.”

Jungkook chuckled at that and shrugged.

“Here.” Jin grabbed his boxers and handed them to Jungkook, letting him tug them on. They sat close on the couch again.

“So, I’ll slip back into professional camboy persona here. You’ve watched me doing shows with other folks.”

Jungkook nodded.

“I know all of them. Obviously, we’re masked on camera, but I know what all of them look like, and most of us are either friends or at least professional acquaintances. The steps I had you go through, with the texting, then phone or video, then in person – I do that with all of them. And once we meet in person, one of two outcomes are possible.

Sometimes we just don’t get along at all, no chemistry. So, we stop and just go our separate ways, or we just stay friends. The other option is that there is chemistry. And then we… Move forward.”

“And have sex?”

Jin nodded. “Yes. Usually. Sometimes we have one more meeting, just to make sure, but… Yeah. Because even if there’s chemistry, we need to be able to perform together comfortably, so I’ve learned it’s best to know each other’s bodies beforehand.”

Jungkook nodded. “That makes sense. I see why you’d do it.”

“I’m sorry I sprung it on you – I should’ve explained.”

“No, don’t be. We do have chemistry, that’s… Pretty obvious I think,” Jungkook chuckled a little, rubbing the back of his neck.

“We can take a step back,” Jin offered. “That got awkward, so, we can start over. Come back around to it, if you want to, later.”

Jungkook fiddled with the ring in his lip once more, thinking. He nodded. “Yeah. I don’t want to say no – I—really don’t, but easing back into it, now that I know the purpose.”

“That wasn’t the only reason I offered,” Jin clarified. He reached over, squeezing Jungkook’s knee. “I also just wanted – want – you. Prepping for the show is secondary right now. We don’t even know if you’re going to go forward with it, right?”

“Right,” Jungkook agreed, though he knew he was lying to himself. As long as Jin wanted to, he’d appear on any shows required of him. There was no way he’d say no – not now.

“So, I promised you dinner,” Jin said suddenly, smacking his own knees. “Should we order? I could cook, but it’ll take longer.”

“You can cook?”

Jin nodded. “I can. How hungry are you?”

“Pretty much always starving,” Jungkook admitted.

Jin chuckled. “Well, I’ll order, it’ll be faster than prepping food – there’s a good delivery place nearby. Are you picky?”

Jungkook shook his head no, and watched Jin rise and head to a small table across the living room. He pulled out a cell phone and dialed, speaking to the person who answered. Jungkook took the moment to go over and grab his clothes, pulling them back on sheepishly.

Jin’s arms wrapped around his middle as he tried held up his shirt.

“Don’t need to redress,” Jin murmured against his ear. “I don’t mind if you don’t.”

Jungkook lowered his arms, one hand still gripping his shirt.

“I feel silly,” Jungkook admitted. “Being half naked after… I kinda froze up like that. And you’re fully dressed.”

“Should I get shirtless too?” Jin offered. He stepped back and spun Jungkook around to face him. Gently, he reached down and buttoned Jungkook’s jeans, patting his crotch playfully and making Jungkook chuckle. He pulled off his own shirt then, revealing the expanse of his broad shoulders and chest. Jungkook couldn’t help but stare.

“Something wrong?” Jin asked.

“No…” Jungkook reached up, gently stroking his fingers down Jin’s chest. He touched the scar under his right pec, tracing it gently. “Can I ask a personal question?”

“Sure.”

Jungkook let his fingers drop lower, over Jin’s abs before letting his hand fall to his own side. He tossed his shirt aside, feeling less out of place now that they both wore only jeans.

“Your… Transition.”

“Mhm.”

“Do you parents know?”

Jin shook his head. “No, they died when I was young.”

“Oh, I’m sorry – I didn’t mean…”

“No, you’re okay to ask.” Jin smiled comfortingly. He pulled Jungkook back to the couch and sat with him. “I was raised by my aunt. She was single – I’m about ninety percent sure she was a lesbian but she refused to admit it. She passed when I was about nineteen. By then I knew I was trans and she was … As supportive as could be expected. Let me start hormones and keep my hair short, at least. Called me the name I chose rather than my given one in private settings. I didn’t have any other family so I didn’t really need to come out or anything to anyone else. Once she passed away, I used my inheritance from my parents to go to Japan and get my surgeries.”

“Surgeries? Plural?”

Jin nodded. “Yeah, they took out all the ovaries and junk too.” He gestured vaguely to his stomach.

“Oh, okay,” Jungkook nodded. “I was going to ask about that before we hung out, um… Birth control and that sort of thing.”

Jin chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, no, it’s safe – at least in that way.” He sighed and leaned back a little, relaxing into the couch. “And once I finished those, I fought with the government here for a good chunk of time to change my ID numbers and name, all that mess, then moved to Seoul with all my correct paperwork.”

“So nobody here in your real life knows?”

Jin shook his head. “Nobody but you now, and my friends I’ve cammed with, of course.”

“I’m sorry to be so nosy,” Jungkook said, feeling a bit sheepish. “I didn’t mean to pry, I didn’t know you were stealth.”

“It’s fine.” Jin smiled softly. “I don’t mind talking about it. Your questions were polite. So, tell me… How did a nice pastor’s son wind up watching camshows?”

Jungkook chuckled. “Honestly I barely remember. I was… Horny one night,” he laughed again. “And I somehow wandered onto a site talking about camming. I got curious since finding good gay stuff is… Tricky here at best, so… I wandered onto the site you use. I didn’t find a lot interesting at first, a couple of folks, maybe but… A few weeks later I was on and I found you.”

“Do you watch others? Camboys or girls?”

“I used to. I haven’t lately.”

“Just me then?” Jin grinned. “I’m honored.”

Jungkook felt his cheeks warm. He lowered his gaze and shrugged. “I mean, I… I like the way you perform.”

“Thank you. Really, Jungkook. It might be sex work, but I’m still a performer, it feels nice to be complimented.”

Jungkook smiled softly. “You deserve it. You’re amazing at performing. And you’re really captivating… There’s a charm about you that just draws me in. It’s why I only watch you. You bring something to your performances that others don’t.”

“Now you’re just flirting.”

“Yes – but I’m also being honest.”

A knock sounded at the door, and Jin rose. He tugged on his t-shirt before padding over to answer it, bowing and speaking to the delivery boy as he took the food. He kicked the door shut and Jungkook rose, hurrying over to help him. He followed Jin into the kitchen. They opened the food in a comfortable silence, finding an easy rhythm as they placed things on the table and settled in to eat.

The meal was just as silent, but Jungkook felt none of the normal tension surrounding a silent meal that he often did on awkward dates or even during tense family dinners. They sat side by side, brushing hands as they reached for more food and sharing gentle smiles as they ate.

Jungkook helped clean up as well, despite Jin’s gentle protests. Throughout dinner and cleaning, their touches had become less gentle and more pointed, hands sliding over lower backs, asses, brushes of chests and crotches together. There was a new type of tension building, and the release valve was clear. Despite his nerves, Jungkook knew Jin was waiting on him to take the step. He’d been the one to – inadvertently – stop it before, so it was his move to restart things. And he wasn’t about to let that opportunity slip by.

When the two retired back to the couch, Jungkook waited only a few moments before turning and straddling Jin’s hips, pushing him back onto the couch. A quiet “oof” left Jin’s mouth before he grinned, looking up into Jungkook’s eyes. “Fancy meeting you here,” he murmured. Jungkook grinned and rolled his eyes. He tilted his head down the few inches that separated them, meeting Jin’s mouth.

Jungkook let his hands slide down Jin’s chest, breaking the kiss to pull the t-shirt back off and throw it aside. He pressed their chests together, sighing contentedly at the heat of Jin’s body before his mouth was captured once more. One of Jin’s hands moved to the back of his neck, the other slid down his lower back, tips of his fingers dipping under the waistband of Jungkook’s jeans to gently tease what he could reach of his ass. Jin whined after a moment.

“I take it back,” he grumbled, pushing Jungkook’s head back with is own to break the kiss so he could speak. “These jeans are awful.”

Jungkook huffed. “Why?”

“Because I wanna feel you and I can’t get my hand in.” Jin pouted full force, and Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat. “Take them off?” Jin pressed, still pouting.

Jungkook nodded. He stood up, moving off Jin’s lap and standing in front of him. He undid his jeans and pushed them and his boxers down. When he stood upright again, a small cry escaped his lips.

Jin leaned forward, grabbing his hips and pulling him until his legs hit the couch. His face was only inches away from Jungkook’s bare cock, and the expression he was gazing up at Jungkook with was positively erotic.

“I wanna taste you,” Jin purred. As he spoke, little puffs of warm breath brushed over Jungkook’s shaft, making it twitch in response. When Jungkook didn’t answer, Jin leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the cut of his hip. “Please, may I?”

Jungkook swallowed hard. He nodded after a second, his brain finally catching up to what his body so desperately wanted.

Jin wrapped his hand around the base of Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook gasped, grabbing Jin’s shoulders. His hand was so warm and so big. He stroked a few times, his grip just tight enough to tease. Jungkook couldn’t tear his eyes away as Jin slid his tongue out, swiping it playfully over the sensitive tip. He tightened his grip on Jin’s shoulders, biting down hard enough on his lip to hurt.

Jin’s expression remained light and playful as he teased Jungkook, lapping and kissing his cock rather than giving any steady stimulation. Jungkook dug his toes into the soft carpet, his fingers biting into Jin’s shoulders.

“Please—” He strained.

Jin’s expression shifted into something akin to innocent confusion. “Please?” He pressed. “Please what?”

“Your mouth—”

“But I am,” Jin said. He swiped his tongue over the tip once more, gathering the precome that had welled at the slit.

“No—Please—S—Suck me.” Jungkook panted.

Jin wrapped his lips around the very tip of Jungkook’s cock and sucked once, twice. He pulled off. “Like that?” He teased.

“More!” Jungkook cried, his vision blurring with desperation.

“Haven’t we gone over this, Cooky?” Jin purred. “I know you like begging. You told me so yourself. You like being out of control. So… Do you really think vague pleas are going to give you what you want?”

Jungkook whined. His lower belly ached with desire, balls already tight to his body, aching for stimulation.

“Suck my cock,” he panted. “Please, Jin—Suck it all the way down. Make me feel good.”

“There we go,” Jin cooed. He kissed directly under Jungkook’s belly button before opening his mouth and sinking down onto Jungkook’s cock.

The sudden warm, wet heat was almost too much. Jungkook shouted, covering his mouth in surprise. Jin began to bob his head eagerly, the tip of Jungkook’s cock bumping the back of his throat gently. His tongue swirled around the shaft, lips sliding firmly over it as he let his cheeks build up a suction that bordered on painful. Jungkook grabbed the back of Jin’s head, having to force himself not to push down. He moaned against his palm, legs quivering as he struggled to remain standing. Jin wrapped an arm around the back of his thighs. Not pulling his mouth away, Jin went forward, forcing Jungkook to take a few steps back. Jin used the space to sink to his knees in front of Jungkook, grabbing his hips as his head bobbed back and forth along Jungkook’s aching cock. Obscene, wet sounds filled Jungkook’s ears. He let his hand fall from his mouth, head falling back as he whined Jin’s name. He buried both hands in Jin’s hair, hips twitching forward on their own volition.

“Please—” Jungkook finally gasped. “I can’t—”

Jin pulled back with a loud pop, looking up at Jungkook. His lips were swollen and red, wet with spit. Jungkook’s cock was nearly dripping, the head an aggressive purplish color as it dribbled precome.

Jin rose slowly, forcing Jungkook to release his head. He kissed him when he stood to his full height, and Jungkook swore he could taste himself on Jin’s tongue.

“I’ll ask again,” Jin whispered against Jungkook’s mouth. “Would you like to fuck me?”

“Yes,” Jungkook answered without hesitation. “Yes, please.”

“My ass.” Jin said. He stepped back, and began to undo his jeans. “Will you fuck my ass?”

Jungkook nodded. Frankly Jin probably could have asked anything of him and he would have agreed at that moment. He swallowed the lump in his throat. “But—Why?”

“I’d planned on having you use a condom,” Jin confessed. “And fuck my other hole, to kinda get us ready for the performance. But I…” He chuckled. “I’ve been daydreaming of having you bare inside me since you sent me that video of you coming. And I don’t want to lie to the viewers about it being my first creampie so… Why don’t you give me my first anal creampie instead? Our little secret. For now… Maybe I’ll put out some photos after.” He smiled a little.

Jungkook whined softly. He nodded again. “I will. I want to, I mean.”

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” Jin took Jungkook’s hand and pulled him toward a closed door. Jungkook kicked his jeans and boxers off as he went, nearly tripping.

“Don’t get overwhelmed with the cameras,” Jin warned, his hand on the door. “They’re all off. It’s just easier to keep them set up.”

Jungkook nodded. Jin pushed open the door and flicked the main light on. Jungkook gasped audibly.

The room was chock full of cameras. In the center of the room was a simple laptop, currently closed. The bed Jungkook had seen so many times was in front of it, and on the opposite wall was a large television, the screen dark. Littered around the room – at the foot of the bed, under the desk with the laptop, the head of the bed, and a variety of other areas, sat cameras on tripods or suspended from the ceiling. A few large lights were placed in the room as well.

“Wow,” Jungkook whispered. “I assumed you had a good set up but this is… Insane.”

“Do you know much about film stuff?” Jin asked. Jungkook nodded.

“Hobby. I was curious what a cam star’s set up might be – this is amazing.”

“Well, you can look later,” Jin said, an air of a whine in his tone. “Unless you’d rather stare at the cameras than me.”

Jungkook looked back at Jin, his eyes widening further. In the few moments he’d been staring in awe around the room, Jin had stripped naked and stretched out on the bed, his thighs open wide. Jungkook could see the edge of a silver plug buried in his ass. Jin slid his hands up the inside of his thighs, meeting Jungkook’s gaze questioningly.

“No,” Jungkook mumbled. “You’re a better view by far.” He crawled onto the bed and over Jin’s body.

“I’m glad you think so.” Jin leaned up, pressing a kiss to Jungkook’s mouth. He slid his hands over his hips and pulled him down, moaning softly when Jungkook’s cock bumped his crotch. “I can’t wait to have you in me,” he murmured.

Jungkook groaned. He moved back. “Roll over.”

Jin obeyed, and Jungkook grabbed a pillow. He slid it under Jin’s hips to angle him upward and spread his ass. “Were you wearing this the whole time?” He asked, gently gripping the silver plug and tugging.

“Yes—” Jin gasped. “I was optimistic.”

Jungkook chuckled. He slid his hand over the little pink gem embedded in the base of it. “I don’t know how you managed; I lose my mind if I’m wearing a plug more than thirty minutes.”

“Well trained. Please, Jungkook, pull it out,” Jin begged.

Jungkook gripped the plug and pulled, watching Jin’s hole spread around the bulbous end of it before letting it slip free. Jungkook moaned softly when it did. Jin’s hole flexed once it was empty, a dime sized gape presenting itself, a peek of Jin’s warm, pink insides when it did.

“Fuck—” Jungkook whispered. He pressed his thumb into the gaped hole, smiling when Jin whined.

“Fuck it—” Jin panted.

“Now who’s begging?” Jungkook teased.

Jin swore softly. He reached out, pulling open a drawer on the nightstand and digging around for a moment. His hand emerged with a bottle of lube and he passed it back to Jungkook. “I’m not above begging,” he panted. “Fuck my ass, Jungkook, please!”

Jungkook shivered. He grabbed the bottle and poured some of the thick lube onto his fingers. He rubbed it gently to warm it before pressing two easily into Jin, his cock twitching at the warm, tight feel of him against his fingers. He began to stroke the channel gently, spreading his fingers every few moments and adding more lube now and then to make sure he’d have no issues. Jin was whining and gasping against the bed, his thighs quivering as Jungkook fingered his ass. Finally, when Jungkook couldn’t stand it anymore, he withdrew his fingers and slicked his cock. Jin looked back, offering a gentle smile. He nodded. “I’m ready,” he whispered.

Jungkook swallowed hard. He went up onto his knees and pulled Jin up onto his hands and knees so their bodies were even. He grabbed his cock, stroking the lube over it a few times before taking a breath and lining himself up. Jungkook was hyperaware of every single sensation as he pressed his cock against Jin’s ass. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, watching the tiny gape widen steadily to encompass the silken tip. He sighed softly, sliding the thumb of his other hand lightly over the stretched skin, amazed at how smooth and tight it felt.

“Please,” Jin whined, his voice muffled by the pillow. “Please, I can take it, push it in.”

“Nuh-uh,” Jungkook teased, pushing just a little more. Only about half of his tip was inside Jin’s hole, the inner ring spasming wildly, squeezing almost painfully as his cock forced it open. “I’m savoring this.”

Jin laughed breathlessly, looking back at Jungkook. “Yeah?” He whispered. “Finally get to experience what all those cocks you saw slide into my ass felt?”

“It’s better,” Jungkook admitted.

Jin tilted his head I question, gasping when Jungkook twitched forward; stopping at the ridge of his tip, causing Jin’s ass to remain gaped around it. “H—How?” Jin panted.

“Because all those cocks you’ve taken on camera were for show. This is just you and me. And I get to see your face.”

Jin smiled almost shyly. He bit his lip. He clenched around Jungkook suddenly, the tension bordering on pain. Jungkook pushed forward instinctively, forcing the flare to slide past the rings. Jin groaned, his hips twitching back.

“Oh God yeah… My favorite part of first penetration,” he whispered. “When the tip finally slides in. Please fuck me! Take me hard.”

Instead, Jungkook pulled out slowly, watching Jin tense before relaxing, the skin of his rim a bright rosy red already. He pushed back in, just past the tip, and pulled out. Over and over he teased, watching Jin’s asshole relax more and more each time. The tiny gape grew in size with the steady assault, making Jungkook’s mouth water.

Jin was whimpering and moaning, his hips twisting back, desperate as he begged Jungkook to fuck him.

Jungkook pulled his cock free and grabbed Jin’s ass, holding it open for a moment. He leaned down, pointing his tongue and sliding it into the gape. Jin squealed, giggling wildly. He reached back, tugging Jungkook’s hair as Jungkook began to thrust his tongue, nipping at the tender flesh around his hole as he did.

Jungkook didn’t know if he was doing this right; he’d never given anyone oral like this, but Jin’s moans seemed to indicate pleasure, so he continued. He let one hand drop, carefully sliding between Jin’s legs. He ran his finger lightly over the outer folds, the short-trimmed hairs tickling just a bit. Getting braver, he pressed more firmly, letting his finger sink into the slit and finding Jin’s wet, silken center.

He touched gently, exploring, up and down. He brushed lightly over Jin’s hole. It felt so small; Jungkook couldn’t believe he’d be sliding his cock into it someday very soon.

And then up, where he felt the base of Jin’s hard little dick. He could picture exactly what it looked like from all the times he watched Jin perform; the way it got so ruddy purple when Jin felt good, the way it peeked, just a bit, out of the top of his slit even when he wasn’t opening himself, determined to be noticed.

Jungkook continued to eat Jin’s ass as he began to play with his dick, stroking and rubbing it at the base and tip, moving down every little bit to tease the tip of his finger into the velvety wet heat.

Jin choked on a moan, holding tight to the pillow he had his face buried in.

“Please!” He begged. “Please, please fuck me.” Jungkook chuckled. He pulled his face back, pressing a playful kiss to Jin’s wet asshole.

He moved up, laying over Jin’s back. He kept his other hand on Jin’s crotch, playing with his dick and teasing little dribbles of arousal from his hole.

“Is it really good?” Jungkook asked, nuzzling against Jin’s neck. He slid his cock along the crack of Jin’s ass, humping lazily. “Or are you just being Jinnie, putting on a good show for his most loyal fan?”

“It’s good,” Jin panted. He shivered hard when Jungkook pinched his tip gently. “Please, please Jungkook— I’m not gonna last if you keep teasing me.” He shifted enough to turn his head, meeting Jungkook’s gaze.

His eyes were dark, blown with lust. Cheeks a lovely mottled red, lips parted as he gasped for breath.

“I don’t want you to last,” Jungkook admitted. He pressed a kiss to Jin’s shoulder. He pinched his tip again before rubbing, loving the way Jin whined, his body quivering under him. “I wanna make you come. I want you to come hard and get nice and relaxed… Then fuck you hard like you asked for.”

Jin bucked under him, more fluid dribbling out and coating Jungkook’s fingers.

“I really would like to slide in,” he murmured, caressing Jin’s hole. “See if you’re as soft in here as you are in your ass… Work this little hole into the same gape we’ve got in your butt…”

He moved his hand back up, rubbing and stroking the tip a little harder, using Jin’s own fluids to ease the way.

“Or get on my knees and suck your cock—“

Jin moaned brokenly.

Jungkook nipped his earlobe. “God I want that so bad. Take it in my mouth and suck your hard cock until you can’t hold back, feel you come, make a mess of the bed… Oh fuck, Jin, I want you so bad—“

Jin reached one hand back, stroking Jungkook’s neck. “Do it, you can do it,” he whispered, sounding more like a plea than a statement.

“No,” Jungkook said. “I’m saving all that for when we’re on camera. I’ve dreamed of sliding into you for ages… I’m make sure you feel so good. I don’t want you to be able to stand up after that show.”

“Jungkook—“ Jin gasped, shuddering. His body tensed. “Keep going— Oh please keep going,” he begged. Jungkook obeyed, rubbing him in tight little circles. Jin began to hump back against his cock and then forward against his hand, making delightful, needy little whimpers every few seconds. He was close, Jungkook knew those sounds painfully well.

Jungkook shifted, still stimulating Jin’s front. He lined his cock up and began to press it into his ass once more, glad for the saliva and lube that remained. He didn’t pause this time, instead he ignored any tension and kept pushing, forcing Jin’s ass to accept it.

Jin jerked when he was halfway in, his ass squeezing painfully tight around him. He screamed into the pillow, his hands flying up to hug it. Jungkook gasped in pleasure and surprise. Under his fingers, Jin’s dick began to throb, and a gush of hot liquid rushed over his palm.

“Oh God—“ Jungkook panted. He continued to rub Jin through his orgasm, using his other hand to hold his hip. He drove the rest of his cock in, shuddering when his balls pressed against Jin’s ass.

Jin shouted again, a sharp cry, as his hole gifted Jungkook with another weak gush of fluid.

“You okay?” Jungkook murmured, holding his hips still.

“I’m floating,” Jin panted. “Fuck me now, please— Fuck me hard, and make me come again… Fill me for the first time, please Jungkook—“

Jungkook swore. He pulled his hand away from Jin’s crotch, grabbing his other hip. He pulled his own hips back and drove in, his stomach knotting both at the delightfully hot clench of Jin’s ass and the delicious little scream Jin let out when he did.

He picked up a rough pace, their skin slapping together obscenely as Jungkook pounded Jin into the mattress. He leaned over him, pressing kisses to his neck and forcing them flat onto the bed.

He checked in now and again, making sure Jin’s cries hadn’t shifted to pain. Each time was a happy no, don’t stop, and whenever Jin met his gaze he was grinning.

Jungkook’s balls were beginning to ache, desperate for release. He didn’t want to come - not until Jin did. But his thrusts were losing rhythm, and he was losing the battle against his body. Jin seemed to sense it, and he reached back, squeezing Jungkook’s ass.

“Come on baby,” he purred, his voice steady despite the deep, hard thrusts. “Let go.”

“Want you to come again first—“ Jungkook panted, his teeth bared as he struggled to remain on the edge.

“Shh,” Jin murmured. He pressed a kiss to Jungkook’s cheek. “Plenty of time for that.” He shifted, pushing his ass back.

“Right now I want this. I want my pastor’s handsome son to empty his balls deep inside me.”

Jungkook shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut. His cock throbbed, fingers tightening on Jin’s hips.

Jin giggled, whining softly when Jungkook slammed in. “Yeah, there you go,” he panted. “Come on, Cooky Boy. Up on your knees - you won’t hurt me. Let it happen, fuck me nice and hard, show me how big of load you can squirt into your first bare ass.

Jungkook swore. He obeyed, going up on his knees. Jin followed so he wouldn’t slip out. He lifted his ass higher, sticking it out and reaching back to spread his cheeks.

The sight alone was almost too much. Jungkook’s cock slid rapidly into Jin’s obscenely stretched hole, shining with spit and lube. He could feel Jin clenching around him, coaxing the come from his body both in words and stimulation.

“I can’t stop—“ Jungkook gasped. He grabbed the round globes of Jin’s ass in a bruising grip, holding him open as he sped up, his thrusts losing all rhythm and evenness.

Jin threw his head back and screamed, his hand disappearing between his legs. “Oh God, don’t stop, please - Please,” Jin begged helplessly. Jungkook knew he was rubbing himself, and it turned him on more. He gritted his teeth, forcing his eyes to remain open as he chased his orgasm. Jin’s moans were heaven, twisting the coil of pleasure tighter and tighter.

“Oh fuck, Jin, I’m gonna come, oh God— Please, can I—“ Jungkook babbled, his body teetering on the edge of climax in a way he’d never experienced.

“Yes!” Jin looked back, meeting Jungkook’s gaze. “Please — Deep. Be the first to fill my body, please, please—“ He broke off with a sharp cry when Jungkook snapped his hips forward.

Jungkook’s vision sparked white. The coil in his belly snapped, tightening his balls painfully. He shuddered helplessly, fire running through his veins as his cock twitched in Jin’s tight channel. His come was hot, searing the inside of his aching cock as it forced its way up and through the small slit. He jerked helplessly, the intensity of the orgasm and the force of his release bordering on painful. Every nerve was alive, drawing in all the information and overwhelming his senses. His balls felt entirely wrung out, a deep ache forming in his groin that usually happened only after a marathon of jerk off sessions. Despite the clear empty signal, they continued to pulse, dragging his orgasm out even after he’d drained every drop he could into Jin’s body.

His vision greyed at the edges, mouth dry as he struggled to breathe. He could hear Jin, sounding far away as the pleasure muffled his hearing.

Jin’s rim tightened, and Jungkook sobbed brokenly, his cock twitching painfully. He could feel Jin’s body shuddering, his asshole squeezing rhythmically around his cock, trying to milk any last remnants of release from his softening cock. He was coming too, Jungkook realized somewhere in the back of his mind. Jin was having another orgasm. Though he wanted to help, lengthen it or please him more, the strength was draining fast from his body. He slumped back when he was no longer able to stay on his knees, his cock sliding from Jin’s used hole. He looked at Jin, taking a few seconds to focus. Jin was smiling brightly, ass still up in the air, head on his pillow as he looked back at Jungkook.

Jungkook watched him reach over, his hand wet, and grab his phone. With surprising steadiness, he snapped a few photos of his used body before tossing it back to the nightstand and slumping flat onto the bed.

As he did, his hole fluttered, pushing a small gush of milky release from it. Jungkook whined, forcing the last bit of energy he had to open his own phone and snap a few photos, and a short video, of his first creampie dribbling from Jin’s ass.

“Avoided my face right?” Jin mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

“Yeah, I was careful to.”

“Thanks…” Jin drifted off. He smiled softly, his eyes closed. “It feels warm… And full… I like it,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to feel it in my other hole.” He shifted over a bit. “Come lay down. You look like you’re about to fall over.”

Jungkook obeyed without argument, flopping into his side next to Jin. Jin smiled, meeting his gaze.

“What did you think? How was coming inside someone bare for the first time?”

“Overwhelming,” Jungkook admitted. “I’ve never had an orgasm that intense… My balls actually hurt.”

They both laughed tiredly at that, and Jin reached over, taking Jungkook’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “I’m glad you were the one that did this first. And I’m glad you’ll be the first the other way too… If you still want to…”

“I do. I desperately do.”

“We’ll have fun.”

Jungkook smiled softly and nodded. He glanced at his phone and sighed. “It’s late.”

“It is,” Jin agreed, his eyes drifting shut.

“I should get going so you can sleep.”

Jin opened his eyes again. “Will your parents worry?”

“Hm?”

“If you… Stayed out all night. Would they worry?”

“Not if I let them know I was with a friend.”

Jin smiled softly. “Well, you could always just tell them a little white half lie. Staying the night with a friend… Just not which one. If you wanna.”

Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat, a surprising amount of focus coming to his mind at Jin’s words.

“Y— You want me to stay?”

“I’d love you to,” Jin admitted, “if you want. I’m off tomorrow and really all I need to do is get some new photos for my page done, so… We could hang out, get to know each other more or, whatever…” Jin chucked. “I’m not great at the people thing either, as you can see.”

“You’re amazing at it,” Jungkook argued. “I’d love to stay.” He grabbed his phone, texting his mother that he’d be staying with a friend for the night, the movie ran long and it was closer to go to his friend’s place than come all the way home.

“There. All clear,” Jungkook said, tossing his phone back on the nightstand. Jin nodded.

“Cuddling? Yay or nay.”

“I... In theory I like it, but have never had the opportunity.”

Jin smiled, his eyes closing once more. He lifted his arm, allowing Jungkook to wiggle closer. He wrapped himself around Jungkook, burying his face in his neck. “Goodnight, Cooky,” Jin whispered.

“Night, Jinnie,” Jungkook responded, leaning closer to Jin and wrapping his arm around him as well. Once Jin’s warm body was against his, exhaustion flooded Jungkook’s mind once more, and sleep took him before he’d realized it was coming.

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Tuqburni: Finale - Heartbreak

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader, Hoseok x Reader

A/N: Here you go with an alternate ending where she DIDN’T choose to go back to them. Angst, with a bit of hope (hyuck). Please remember, in my mind the other ending is canon and I will be releasing an epilogue eventually of them together in the future. Until then, enjoy this. It really hurt me to make my Yoongichi cry. 

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You sat on your tiny patio in the beat-up rocking chair you’d bought from a thrift store as you waited for Namjoon to come by. You probably could have waited inside, but it felt too big and empty for your liking. A familiar knock rattles your very wobbly-sounding door and you get up with a sigh, closing the sliding glass behind you as you head to the front door. 

You open it without checking, knowing that there were only two people in the world who knew where you lived now. 

Namjoon and Seokjin are standing there with hands brimming with equipment. 

“Come on in. The room’s mostly set-up now.” 

They kick off their shoes somehow and scuffle towards the second bedroom that was mostly sparse beyond a desk holding your computer, a chair, and soundproofing foam panels on the walls. In the pair’s arms were the rest of the recording equipment you’d need to establish the room as your official workspace. 

Namjoon mumbles that he can take care of the setup so you let Jin pull you to the tiny kitchen and put on some tea while you wait. 

“So...how was your first night as an independent woman?” Seokjin asks while he pulls down your new mugs and turns on the kettle. 

“...Alright, I guess. Quiet,” you murmur softly, putting bags in the cups. 

He nods in understanding. You’d moved out of their place after staying there for nearly a month. You’d tried leaving earlier, but Seokjin and Namjoon had been adamant that you needed to stay and let them watch out for you for a little while before you decided. Personally, you’d suspected that they’d probably thought they were on suicide watch, but you were fine. Well, perhaps not fine, but nowhere near thinking about that kind of thing. 

“I wasn’t sure if I was going to tell you or not, but you should know that Yoongi didn’t take it well,” he sighs and sets down his cup. “There was...a lot of yelling. A lot of...you know...him puffing up and getting angry at us to hide how devastated he was. He blamed us and said we were turning you against him and that setting up a studio in your apartment so you’d never have to see him again was obviously something that I came up with because you would never do that. He even started saying some stuff about how Namjoon was obviously using this as a chance to steal you away because of the tiny crush he had on you back when you all first met.” 

“Oh, Jesus,” you huff and rub your eyes. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that. He’s...that’s just always been his fighting style. He zeros in on the one thing he can say that would hurt you the most and stabs you with it. Please don’t hold it against him.” 

He reaches over and pets your hair softly. “I know. It’s...it’s going to take a while but he’s going to need us too when this starts to settle down a little more. Right now you are our priority because you’re the one that’s been wronged, but...he’s still our marshmallow Yoongichi and we’ll need to pick him up too. Even if we are incredibly disappointed in him. Both of them.” 

You nod, closing your eyes. “He...did he look...bad?” 

“Yeah, I’m not gonna lie. His clothes were all messed up and he’s gotten really skinny. Don’t think he’s eating much either. But...you don’t need to worry about that. That’s not your responsibility. He made his choices. Jimin made his choices. Now it’s time for you to have your turn.” 

You nod silently, knowing he was right. That didn’t make it any easier. 

It felt almost like you’d been in a trance since that night Yoongi had ordered you to leave. You remembered driving to Jin’s and sitting in their guestroom, staring at the ceiling blankly once your chest hurt too much to cry any longer. 

When the knocking started, there had been one tiny spark of hope that Yoongi had finally come to his senses and was there to apologize. To drop to his knees and beg you to come back. That he would do anything…

But the high tones of Jimin’s begging squashed that final dream. Yoongi couldn’t even be bothered to come even now. He had to send Jimin to do the talking for him. And finally...FINALLY...you were overcome by rage. 

No more. You were done. 

You shook your head no to Namjoon’s silent question over whether he should let Jimin inside, and then you just stood there listening to him trying to talk through the door. He said some things that surprised you and some that didn’t. You’d known he was developing some sort of feeling for you - whether that was actually love or that he just liked having sex you didn’t know, and really you weren’t sure you cared anymore. 

He’d managed to stick around for an hour, which had impressed you, but you hadn’t been surprised when he finally gave up and left. That had also been the last time you’d seen or heard from either of them. Yoongi hasn’t tried to call and you certainly weren’t going to be the one to beg for him to take you back. You had absolutely nothing to apologize for. You’d done nothing but love that man with everything you had - and it still hadn’t been good enough. 

It was with that thought in mind that you essentially set up camp in the Kim household while you tried to figure out your next steps. They’d been kind enough to go get some of your belongings. Apparently, Jimin had cried while he helped them pack up enough for now and promised to have everything else ready for them to come back for later. Namjoon put you on official leave from work and with a few changes on social media you were now almost officially completely severed from your life with Yoongi. The house had been in his name, you’d never combined accounts, your car was your own. Honestly, it seemed almost too easy. Your lives were now entirely separate beyond the tears in your soul that would last forever. 

Namjoon had convinced you to keep your job, promising that you could work from home and the company would cover the costs of converting your second room into a studio. It was incredibly indulgent on his part but you didn’t even think of turning him down. You loved your job and you definitely needed the financial comfort it would bring as you started over. The rest of the apartment was still kind of shabby since you’d been worrying about the studio first, but eventually, you’d get around to making it feel like a home. 

Namjoon struts from the studio with a grin, wiping his hands together. “All done! Just waiting for you to set up passwords and stuff now. Kinda jealous now. Jin, can I set up a studio at home? I like the idea of working in my underwear.” 

Seokjin scowls playfully. “Don’t even think about it.” 

You huff lightly, but don’t miss the way they seemed to be discussing something with their eyes before they both turn to you. 

“There’s...uh...something else that you should probably know. You might not want to know or care but we thought we should at least tell you,” Namjoon begins, his eyes constantly flitting between yours and Jin’s. 

“Just tell me, Joon.” 

“They, uh. Yoongi and Jimin, they...broke up? I guess. Don’t know the whole story yet but apparently, Jimin’s been staying in a hotel near the company. We’re all watching Yoongi closely to make sure history doesn’t repeat itself, but, yeah. Thought you should probably know,” Namjoon says quickly, cringing like he expected you to go on a rampage despite the fact that you never have before. 

Instead, you simply scoff, because wasn’t that just perfect. All that pain you went through, all the fighting and sacrifices, and in the end, it was all for nothing. 

“Are you okay?” Seokjin asks softly, bumping your shoulder with his. 

You smile up at him, though it doesn’t meet your eyes. “I will be.” 

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“I can’t believe you’ve done this.” 

You sigh angrily into your phone as you walk towards the cafe, wondering for the millionth time why you let Kim Seokjin order you around so much. 

“It’s been six months, sweetie. It’s time and he perfect for you, I promise! He’ll be a drooling mess at your feet in no time.” 

When you’d gotten ready for the café, you’d thought you were simply meeting your friend Jin for coffee and gossip, like usual. Only he’d called you when you were only a couple minutes away to inform you that it was actually a blind date. Surprise, bitch. 

“Does he at least know why he’s there?” 

“Of course! He was really excited too. Seems he’s had the hots for you for ages.” 

You were thankful he couldn’t tease you for the blush on your cheeks. “No one calls it the hots anymore, grandpa.” 

“Nevermind. Date canceled. I’m not saddling my Hobi Hobi with someone so disrespectful…”

“Calm down. Fuck, I’m not dressed for a date, Jinnie. I thought it was just going to be us so I’m just wearing jeans and a hoodie.” 

“It’s not my fault you don’t dress up for me.” 

You finally reach the café and stare at the sign like it would give you courage. “I can’t do this…” 

“Breathe. You can. You have no reason to feel guilty or undeserving. I picked the best one I can find for you, but if it doesn’t work out that’s okay too. There is no pressure. All I want is for you to be happy.” 

Your heart swelled, remembering that, oh yeah, this is why you kept Kim Seokjin around. 

“I really love you a lot, you know that right? You are the best friend I could ever ask for.” 

He chuckles happily. “I’ll remind you that you said that the next time you get mad at me. Good luck. Call me if you need to escape. Treat Hoseokie with care, too. He’s like one of those Gremlins. Don’t put him in water or anything high, and he turns into a weird sex demon after midnight.” 

“Should I ask how you know that?” 

“I know everything about everyone, my dear Y/N. Everything.” 

You’d call him out on his bluff if you were more certain that it actually was one. 

“Alright, I’m going in. Love you.” 

“Love you. Be nice to Hoseok.” 

You close the call and stuff your phone in your pocket, taking the chance to brush out any wrinkles and calm yourself. You just wished that you were wearing something cuter than a pink hoodie that you were pretty sure belonged to Jin at one point. At least your converse were pink to match and you’d done your hair. 

You enter the café, the stupid little bell making everyone’s heads turn toward you like you weren’t nervous enough. You think you spot the guy in question sitting next to a window, but you buy yourself some time with getting your drink first, peeking at him out of the corner of your eye. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t know him at all, you’d just never really talked to him. He worked at the company as a choreographer so naturally, you’ve seen him around. It was merely that producers like you were usually goblins that cooped themselves up in their studios and didn’t really get around to meeting everyone. It was impossible to not notice Hoseok though. Beyond the fact that he was handsome, he was also incredibly bright. Both inside and outside. You were sure you’d seen every color of the rainbow on his head at some point, and it was currently a flattering shade of orange that not many could pull off. 

Once you had your drink in hand, you turn and head towards the table. Hoseok is already standing to greet you, his smile wide and unabashed, and you finally begin to feel the first tingles of excitement. And maybe a few nervous butterflies. 

“Hi, Hoseok,” you smile shyly and sit when he gestures to a chair, trying not to laugh when he nearly tumbles trying to sit back down. 

“Hello!” he practically yells, and you finally notice that he just might be nervous too. He clears his throat and tries again. “Hi. Thanks for coming.” 

“Yeah, I...uh. I’m going to be honest - I only knew this was happening a few minutes ago. I thought I was meeting Jin,” you smile awkwardly, chuckling. 

He cringes and seems to droop before your very eyes. “Oh, sorry. I...I don’t want this to be a forced thing. I’ll just...uh. See you around?” 

He gets up to leave and you’re not sure what makes you grab his jean jacket to stop him. 

“No, please. Stay? I...I’m going to be bad at this because it’s been a long time but...I can try?” 

His smile is the happiest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. “Yeah? Okay. Alright, let’s do this.” 

You laugh and settle back into your seat, watching him as he does the same. He’s so expressive and vocal as he starts telling you a story about his day (one of his new kids fell and made the other ones fall like dominos and now his best dancer was out with a sprained ankle). He asked questions about your life, your interests, asked about your work. He was so beautiful and yet he looked at you like you were something awe-inspiring. It had been a long time since anyone had seemed so genuinely interested in you. Before you knew it an hour had flown by and your stomach was beginning to hurt from laughing so much. 

“So, I was thinking if I hadn’t scared you off yet, maybe you’d be willing to continue this date? But like, somewhere else because if I drink another cup of tea I’m going to burst,” Hoseok wrinkled his nose and sent you a shy smile, a single tiny dimple poking out. 

“I’d like that,” you grin, surprised yet again that you actually meant it. That you were actually excited to spend more time with him. “Maybe we could just walk around for a while and talk. There’s a park across the street and lots of people play music and stuff. And then maybe you could take me dancing tonight. Show off those moves you keep bragging about.” 

Where had this confident woman come from? 

Thankfully, his grin widens and he nods eagerly. “That sounds perfect. But first...little boys room. Be right back.” 

You giggle and settle back into your see as you watch him scurry frantically to the bathrooms - no surprise since he’d downed three cups of peppermint tea. You turn to observe the room to pass the time and that’s when you spot him. 

He’s standing near the pick-up counter with an iced americano in his hand, the condensation and half-melted ice suggesting he’d been there for a while. His haunted gaze is locked right on you and you meet it even as your stomach clenches with a myriad of emotions. 

Six months. Such a short time in the grand scheme of things but still so long since you’d last seen him. He’s as beautiful as ever, even if he’s obviously been losing weight that he didn’t need to and his lounging around the house clothes he was wearing in public gave off the IDGAF vibe. 

Yoongi seems to finally come to a decision as he saunters closer, eyes wide and unblinking like he’s afraid if he looks away for a single second you’ll disappear. He finally reaches your table and you fight the instinct to make a run for it. 

“Hey,” he says softly, his hand clenching tightly enough around his drink to make the plastic crinkle. 

“Hey,” you answer softly, unsure of what else to say. 

“You look beautiful,” he continues with a soft tone like he’s speaking to a spooked rabbit. Perhaps he was. 

“Thanks.” 

He nods silently, continuing to stare. “So...you’re on a date with Hoseok?” 

“Uh...yeah,” you swallow nervously. “Blind date. Seokjin set it up.” 

He nods again and licks his lips. “Yeah? That’s...good. Hoseok’s a good guy.” 

“Yeah. He seems nice.” 

“Yeah.” 

“You’re...doing okay?” You’re not sure what prompted you to ask. Perhaps there will always be a part of you that worries about him - you already know that there’s always going to be a part of your soul that belongs to him. 

He shrugs, “Alright. You?” 

“Yeah. I’m good. Have an apartment and going to counseling.” 

He flinches as if you’d just slapped him. “Sorry.” 

“It’s not just...because of you or what happened. It’s, you know, the past and all that too. Just needed to work things out. I think it’s helping. Maybe...maybe you could try it too.” 

“Maybe,” he responds noncommittally, his eyes finally falling to the floor. “I miss you.” 

Your heartbeat quickens. “Yeah. I miss you too.” 

“Do you think...maybe we could try…”

You cut him off before he can even finish that sentence. “No.” 

That was maybe too harsh because he looked like he wanted to melt into the floor straight to hell. 

“I...will always miss you. And a part of me will probably always love the Yoongi I had before, but no. I don’t quite have the gift of words that you do, but I just know that we weren’t right for each other. I mean, I was technically just a very long rebound before you got your chance with Jimin again, in the end.” 

“That’s not how it was. I loved you. I love you,” he grits out, his eyes taking on a steely edge as he looked back up. 

“Yeah. I know you did, just maybe not the right way. And I loved you, but I let you bulldoze over me. So maybe we could have been good, but you got greedy and I needed to learn to not be a doormat.” 

He nods and once again looks like a kicked puppy. 

You sigh and tap on the table nervously. “But for those years that we were together - I will always love that Yoongi. I will look back and remember that once upon a time there was a man and a woman who were crazy in love and built a home together. Who had dreams of building a lifetime together. I will hope that Yoongi has a happy life and that he finds what he needs. That he can find a companion who makes him want to fight for what they have together.” 

The tears streaming down his cheeks make you pause, realizing you’re fighting back some of your own. 

“I love you, Min Yoongi. But you weren’t right for me. Now it’s time for me to find my place in this world. Maybe Hoseok is it, maybe he isn’t. I’d like to think I don’t need another person to help me feel complete. Whatever it is, I’m learning how to speak up and fight for myself. I hope you can learn to be happy for me.” 

He nods, sniffling. “Whatever you want. I just...I just wanted you to know. I love you. I really did. And...I’m sorry. For what I did. I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I hurt Jimin. Do you think...you’ll ever want to at least talk to me?” 

“I don’t know yet. Maybe someday. I don’t think you’re ready.” 

“Okay. I’ll be here.” 

“Yeah. I...you have to go home now, Yoongi. I’m on a date.” 

His watery eyes widen again, and he nods slowly. “Right, yeah. Sorry. Again. And...please. Call me or whatever if you ever need anything. I...won’t expect anything else. Just know that I’m here if you need someone. Can I ask for that, at least?” 

You nod, “Yeah. Thank you, Yoongi. I’ll...see you around.” 

He gulps and backs up. “Yeah, see you, Y/N.” 

He turns swiftly and practically jogs towards the entrance while you try to memorize what could be your last glimpse of the man you once loved. 

“Everything okay?” 

You jump and your eyes fly over to meet the sympathetic ones of Hoseok. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I saw him talking to you and thought it was best to let you have privacy. Was that okay?” 

“Yeah,” you sigh. “He just wanted to talk. And...it was good. I think I finally feel a little more closure.” 

“So...I’m not like a rebound, right? Like, I know that you guys were dating and I heard some of it from Seokjin but...” 

“Uh...you’re the first time I’m trying to actually date since Yoongi. If that clears things up a bit,” you answer with a blush. You were not about to go into detail about those couple months of desperate hookups you’d used to try and gain your confidence back before you’d started therapy. 

Thankfully, he seems to not mind that bit of news judging by the wicked grin that paints his lips. “Oh?” 

“Shut up,” you growl, playfully swatting him. 

He chuckles and reaches out a hand to you. “Do you still feel up to continuing our date? If not, I’ll totally understand and we can reschedule. I’ll only cry and stress-eat a tiny bit, I promise.” 

You snort and accept his hand, letting him help you up. In a moment of bravery, you lace your arm in his and tug him towards the entrance. 

“Just you try to get away from me now, Jung Hoseok.” 

He giggles and lets you lead the way, both of you exiting the café and feeling hopeful about the future. 

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You know I really love it when they get to the end stage and they’re wearing comfier clothes that all have elements in common but they all have that one thing that makes it their outfit. Minnie wearing boots and skinny jeans while everyone else wears sneakers, tae and his hat and non-ripped jeans, joon and his beige pants. Ugh I’m way too endeared by the little things

Omg this!!!!! I love the carefree vibe and I agree it's very endearing to see how they personalize their looks. Can't forget Jinnie's little hats and head pieces :((

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The Skinny on the Jinni - Editorial Review

  Title: The Skinny on the Jinni Author: Gloria Lesher Genre: Paranormal Cozy Mystery   In The Skinny on the Jinni, retired professor Blythe Golightly is determined to save sixteen-year-old Najia from the clutches of Najia’s father, Sheikh Rabbaani. With power, status, and wealth, Sheikh Rabbaani has always had things go his way, so when Blythe gets involved, she knows she needs to be extra…

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It takes time/3

Paring :btsXreader

Gene: angst, eventual smut?

Warning : mention of blood

Summary: after finally getting the house y/n always wanted, she find a hybrid hiding in an old shed. Unlike most people who find strays, y/n doesn’t turn him into h.c mainly because there was a lot of shady things that happened with the hybrid control in the area.

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Note:Ateez will be in the future so that is why they are tagged. Also I had to rewrite this three times now because it kept getting deleted 😫

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Yoongi was Perched in a tree being a look out. He spotted the two coming through the trees and jumped down to greet them. The rest of the pack was to be back at night fall from looking for Jin. But it looked like namjoon found him. Yoongi watched as the two got closer “so where were you this whole time?” Yoongi said flatly. He was happy jin was back, but he needed to know if they were in danger now. Namjoon looked at jin then back to yoongi. “He was almost caught by the hybrid control. Luckily he managed to get away.” Namjoon went to explain what happened to jin that night in town.

Jin looked down at the ground as he walked past them to go to the cabin. Jin barely made it past yoongi, when he whipped his head to the side, inhaled deeply and was about to leap at Jin. Until namjoon placed a strong hand on yoongi shoulder. Stopping him from pouncing

“There is something else we must discuss before the other return. Jin, you need to wash that scent of hers off before then too.” He gave Jin a stern look. One that said you better do it. Jin nodded and headed to the river. Yoongi’s head had snapped back to namjoon after the words ‘her’ left his mouth. Namjoon sighed

“Jin was with someone this whole time?” Yoongi asked. He still had the Urge to pounce. It was strong, much like when he out on a hunt and he has found a delicious prey. Namjoon released yoongi’s shoulder “that scent...is from a human jin was with.” Yoongi’s eyes narrowed “A human? He was with a human?” Namjoon nodded.

“You have the scent slightly on you too namjoon. Did you get close to this human too?” Namjoon squared his shoulder to the panther. “I went into her house to retrieve Jin.” “So she is dead then? You don’t smell like you have blood on you?” Yoongi stared namjoon down. “No... I only have her scent on me because of leaning against the couch waiting on jin to say his goodbyes.”

Yoongi scruffed “he always got a soft spot for humans.” “He never had to deal with them like we did.” Namjoon stated. Yoongi knew this. Jin was only abandoned by his owner from before. “You better wash yourself too. If Taehyung and Jimin catch onto that there is no stopping those two from finding her.” Yoongi was right. If those two caught onto this there was no stopping them. Namjoon, Yoongi and jungkook may be the strongest of the group, but tae and jimin were unpredictable. If there was something they wanted to do or find they would, by any means necessary. Namjoon went to head to the pond that was near by to wash off.

He thought back to Y/n, he was angry how even after they left her scent cling to them. But he was also the one that couldn’t stop himself from getting a pillow off the couch. He was angry that he wants to go back there. After all the fighting, lying and being forced to do things he never wanted to do, by humans he never wanted to be near them again if he could help it. But here he was wanting nothing more then to run back there and wrap himself around that scent.

He shook his head as he came upon Jin sitting by the edge of the pond. “Come on, we can’t have the other know about her.” Namjoon sighed and started to strip. Jin knew he had no choice, if the others knew Y/n could be put in danger. Especially after Yoongi reaction. He didn’t want anyone else going to look for her.

As they headed into the pond. Neither noticed the two foxes down wind from them. That just so happen to hear everything, not to mention catching a certain smell

Everyone showed up before nightfall. Taehyung and jimin tackled Jin when they noticed he was in the cabin “YOU ARE ALIVE!” Tae shouted as the hit the ground. “I missed you too Tae!” Jin hugged him! “Where were you? Why did it take you so long to come home?” Tae rubbed his head again jin neck. Jin laughed “can we get off the floor?” Tae looked up smiled and got off him. Jimin was still attached to jin. Sniffing him “so where were you?” Jimin asked. He raised his eyebrow as he stepped back. Jin smiled and went to what should be a living room but it was just their room as it was the only place in the house that didn’t leak when it rained. “I got injured and hide in the only house until I could travel again.” Jin was trying to hard to not fully lie to his brothers. He sat down on their little pallet.

But before he could continue the front door busted open. Jin sighed “jungkook how many times do I have to tell you to not slam the door open or shut!” Jungkook stepped in and smiled “it’s good to hear you complaining again hyung.” He walked in and hobi followed in “JIN!” Hobi all but flew into jins arms. “ you are back!” Jin smiled. “Yes”

Jimin cut in “Now explain what happened and how you look thicker then you did before! Did you stay with someone?” Jin flinched a little. He didn’t want to lie to them, but namjoon gave him no choice. “Well after I got injured..”

“INJURED!!! Where?” Hobi started to search Jin. “Yah! It was my leg but it’s okay now. That’s why it took me so long to come back.” Hoseok settled down “if you were injured how were you able to catch any food?” Hoseok asked. Jin sighed “there was an old lady that would leave scraps out for her dog...i ate it instead.” Hobi eyes went wide “did the dog get to eat?!” Hobi being a golden retriever felt bad for the dog not getting food. “There wasn’t a dog that I saw.” Hobi looked sad for a second. Jin was eating himself alive.

After more questions and Jin having to come up with answer to satisfy them. They eventually went to sleep...well most of them.

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Y/n sighed as she clocked out. Today had been tiring. Normally I get off at 2am, but one of the trucks that came to the distribution center, had many pallets we had to fix. So it took us until 4am to get it sorted. “Finally we can leave!” Terri said. She smiled “yup, nothing like a long night for us before our long weekend” I smiled and stretches. “You get home safe okay! You got the longest drive!” She patted my back “I don’t know why you living all the way out there? Seeing how your old apartment was so much closer.” I giggled “Terri, you know I’m not much for people. Why do you think I work nights.” We walked out to the parking lot. “Yea, yea I know. Well you have a good morning then y/n and get some good sleep.” We went to our cars.

Pulling up into my driveway the sun was barely starting to light the sky, but it was bright enough for me to notice something moving on the side of my house. I sat in my car for a solid five second to see if anything moved again. But nothing. Maybe is was an animal? I got out, locked the car and went straight to my door, I almost made it but something jumped out and landed right in front of me. I jumped and screamed.

“Good lord, you are loud!” I swirled around and there was someone behind me. In the shadow of the house I couldn’t really make out what either of them looked like. “Listen, you can take what you want. Just don’t hurt me.” I dropped my purse.

“Woah woah, we aren’t going to hurt you little one.” The one behind me said with a deep voice, I looked over my shoulder and noticed ears on top of his head. I looked back towards the one in front of me. I noticed a tail moving behind him. I am pretty sure those are fox tail and ears. “Look, sorry for scaring you but we were curious as to who jin had been with.” I lifted my head a little “Jin? You know jin?” A small giggle came from The one in front

“ we are his pack mates.” He walked closer “I am jimin” his smile caused his eyes to turn in to crescents. I relaxed a tab bit, they didn’t give me the same vibe that namjoon had given before, but it wasn’t completely safe feeling like jin was either. “And I am taehyung” the one that was behind me walked toward the left side of me. “We really didn’t mean to scare you, just wanted to come by and say thank you for taking care of our jinnie and not turning him in.” I smiled “you’re welcome, I glad that I was the one that found him. Instead of someone who would have hurt him.” Jimin smiled bigger, “would you like to come inside?” I asked point towards the house. they looked like they could use some food. A little to skinny, like Jin was when I first saw him. Taehyung smiled a boxy smile “we would love too.” I went to grab my purse and head to the door.

Missing the look the two foxes shared.

“You can make yourself comfortable on the couch while I make something to eat.” Taehyung brighten “YOU ARE GOING TO COOK FOR US?” He bounded onto the couch “no wonder jin didn’t want to leave.” Jimin smirked and followed me into the kitchen. “you don’t have to you know.” I smiled back “I know I don’t but I’m hungry and it’s rude to eat in front of guest, so I’m just going to cook for everyone.” He looked around the kitchen before walking back into the living room joining Taehyung on the couch.

As Y/n focused on the food. Taehyung had his face buried into the pillows “jiminie” he whispered “she is definitely where jin got that scent.” Jimin smirked “and they thought we wouldn’t have found out.” he pouted. Jimin snickered “well Tae, they should have known better then to try and keep any thing from us.” He looked over at y/n. She seemed to sense it and looked up. The moment they made eye contact she smiled and he saw a slight blush rise on her cheeks before she looked back to what she was making. She had beautiful eyes. “Tae, I wonder why else jin didn’t want to leave?” Tae sat up curious and looked over to Y/n. “She is pretty, even prettier when she smiles” Jimin looked at the other fox and smirked. He knew Tae had been thinking the same as him. Even tho they were not twins, they always knew what the other was thinking. Tae smirked and pressed his face to the pillow again. Both ears pricked up at the sounds foot steps

Y/n wanted to coo the moment she saw both foxes peaking over the couch, eyes the lasagna that I had reheated. I was going to cook but I had no patience to cook anything else. “Hope you don’t mind leftovers?” I smiled slightly and handed them the plate. Both of them eye the food “this looks amazing!” Taehyung smiles and started to eat. I smiled at him and started in on mine. After a few minutes I asked “ So how is jin?” Jimin smiled with his mouth full. He was way to adorable. “He doing great!” Taehyung eyed jimin got a moment then looked back at me. “Good, glad he is doing good.”

All of a sudden both boys ears shot up and they froze. I looked up at them and was about to ask but Taehyung put his finger over his lips telling me to shh... I sat there froze. What were they hearing that I can’t? Taehyung and jimin ears twitched trying to hear what ever was near.

It felt like we have been siting like this for hours. Jimin’s head snapped to the side then back toward Taehyung as they both jumped up and set their almost empty plates on the table. “Sorry to rush out but we must go!” Jimin said as he hurried towards the door. Taehyung all but jumped over the coffee table. “What’s wrong?” I said getting up and following them. “It’s nothing you should worry about. Just realized the time and we gotta head back” Taehyung rushed to say. They had the door open and was half way out it. “Wait do you want to take all my left overs to the pack?” I held the door open as Taehyung tried to close it. He seemed to think for a second. Jimin was at the edge of the side walk twitching while eyeing the forest line. “Y/n, we must go but I promise we will come back for...... the food.” Taehyung smiled and jumped forward wrapping around me pressing his face into my neck. “I understand why Jin liked staying here.” He leaned back and pats my head. “You are just a sweet little human.” I blushed. “TAEHYUNG WE HAVE TO GO BEFORE HE GETS HERE!” I leaned over to see around Taehyung “who is...” I was cut off by Taehyung pressing his lips to mine. It was quick, a little second. But GOOD LORD. I stood there shocked. Taehyung smirked “we will come back.” He turned to follow Jimin. Who was glaring and smirking at the same time. They hurried off into the woods in their fox form. I stood there touching my lip. What is happening? It took about a solid minute for me to realize how deathly quiet the forest sounded. Normally the birds were singing away among other sounds.. but at this moment there was nothing. I looked along the forest line. I started to back up into the house. That feeling of being watched was creeping up.

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