#when I was little the elders obviously skipped the moaning part and this is my first time actually hearing the full version

[solis-angelus]

Horniness rn>>>>>>>>>>>>>

[ktheist]

you can sit with us. | m

pairings. taehyung x reader x jungkook

genre. slice of life

words. 5.7k

warnings. explicit content, semi-public sex, threesome (obviously), everyone’s a switch at this point, but top!jungkook, big dick!tae, big dick!jungkook, discussions of sexuality

synopsis. the person frowns, confusion clearly painted on his face, “how can you be dating two people at once and those two people date each other while dating you?”

“it’s cause we’re a thruple - like a couple but with three people.”

x

the first time you met jeon jungkook and kim taehyung was at a bar downtown. you’d bumped into the tall, dark haired man at the bar who was in the middle of turning around after what seemed to be a reminder for the bartender to serve him and his companion at “table 6.”

“oh sorry,” you find yourself saying to a broad chest before letting your eyes travel up past the gentle protrusion of his adam’s apple and finally his beautiful, mesmerizing eyes but it was the sweet, tender smile that gets you clenching your hands together in hopes to stop them from coming up to fan yourself, “oh there you are! wow, you’re tall!”

the sound of his chuckle was music to your ears, “i get that a lot - have a good one,” with a good natured nod and a parting farewell, he disappeared into the crowd.

you knocked on the counter, fixing the bartender a smile, “hi,” your half buzzed smile dragged out the word into something that might or might be interpreted the wrong way, especially considering where you were but when she smirked at you, you knew this one was going to be on the house, “oh, your teeth are so pretty!”

“thanks, baby, what can i get you?” as self-assured as she was, she still steered the conversation back to the reason you’re there, butt half sitting on the stool and arms propped over the counter, leaning a little too close than one should.

“oh!” you gasped as though you’d just remembered something, “can i have a bloody mary, please?”

“sure thing, sweets,” she winked and you giggled.

the whole time she was preparing your order, she’d kept her eyes on you and you were a giggling mess, eyes of stars staring at the way her nimble hands did their work up till the moment she slid it over to you with a, “it’s on the house.”

“oh my god, thank you!” a pause in the moment and a linger of gaze later, you were pushing the piece of paper with a sequence of numbers into your bra.

there was skip to your step as you made your way over to what was supposed to be a booth that you booked with your friends - who, in the short span of time managed to get their of companions for the night and consequently left no space for you to even sit.

so you stood there, not knowing how much time passed, with your jaws on the ground and the bloody mary held midair. completely frozen in place.

that was, until the handsome stranger beckoned you over from two seats away. he only had one other person with him. if his hair was dark, his companion’s was jet black, “hey, you can sit with us.”

with a dry sniffle, you’d marched way over. a stomp in your steps and a huff as you plopped down across from him and his companion. he’d introduced himself as taehyung and his companion, jungkook. and you had, forgetting everything about your untasteful encounter, brightly announced your name, “thanks so much for letting me sit with you guys,” you gushed, “me and my girlfriends made a promise that we’d never let any man or woman get in our way of girl’s night,” with an face full of dissatisfaction and an exhalation, you continued, “but guess that plan went out of the window.”

“is this your first time? don’t think we’ve seen you before,” jungkook’s voice, if there existed a word to sum up how to describe it, it would be melodic. a hymn of the heavens in the body of a man - a very beautiful man at that.

“no but this is my second time,” and halfway-drunk you had no filter or any sense of shutting the fuck up before you shared too much to strangers, you went on about how “a girl i was sorta a thing with brought me here,” you and her clearly didn’t work out because, otherwise why would you be here with, “so my girlfriends wanted to go to a gay bar and thought why not bring them here, right?” you scoffed, remembering the sisterhood promise made just a few hours ago, “wrong - they ditched me as soon as they saw the only few straight men here.”

that seemed to bring a rise of chuckle from taehyung and a mixture of a chuckle and a scoff from jungkook. for the rest of the night, you drank and did shots and danced on the floor - the two of them seemed a tad bit protective over you, especially when a man got too close. they weren’t looking for any because, “so how long have you guys been dating?”

“we’ve known each other for seven years and we’ve been dating for-” jungkook began before taehyung chirped in, “two years.”

“oh my god, you guys finish each other’s sentences,” you cooed, vision blurred but still somewhat able to process the information that went through your ears “goals.”

so they had no reason to let anyone else come into your little circle of three on top of the very obvious fact that you were too far gone to even consent to even a dance with any man or woman.

you remembered your friends, some time into the night, finding you and thanking the two men for looking out for you before they dragged you out with them. neither of them actually went home with anyone but it still didn’t stop you from holding a vendetta against them because, “girls, we made a sacred promise and you broke it!”

they’d bribed you with ice cream and sushi and you were a puddle of delighted jelly by the time you all walked out of the sushi place.

it was a month later that you’d returned to the bar, decked in your best curve-hugging skin-tight dress. this time, you were alone.

the plan to earn brownie points from the bartender fell through when you found out that she was quit a few days ago and the employer refused to give you any details about her - even her number to you because you’d regrettably got it wet beyond repair after dumping the clothes you’d worn that night into the washer before going to bed and setting the laundry to wash the next morning, forgetting the treasure that you’d gained the night before.

with shoulders sagged and a mournful pout, you’d walked over to one of those two-people tables, hoping to get a beer in a leave. but then they were there, sitting at the same table, beckoning you over like the good overnight friends that they were.

“what’s with the long face, sweetie?” taehyung pouted, eyebrows knitting together as he shot you the prettiest puppy eye to which made you giggle in response.

so you’d told them about how you’d fucked up with one of the cutest girl you’d seen in ages. “ugh, i hate when that happens,” jungkook made an over exaggerated eyeroll, probably to cheer you up which partially worked.

until you three decided to dance again with taehyung holding your hand up as you twirled around like a princess in red. when it’s jungkook’s turn to twirl, he had to bend his knees and gradually make a full circle in an awkward way but still ended with a hair flip.

and so it went, a friendship of mutuality and overflowing gayness. you’d become eating buddies who travelled all over seoul for the best foodplace that’s ever been reviewed. had stay overs when you’d driven out of town and back to their place. went to the bar every so often which they’d taken up the task of being your wingmen.

they succeeded in their jobs a few times. but the girls you’d slept with never stayed and you never thought of proceeding to reach out beyond a one nightstand. because you were young and they were sweet but you didn’t think a relationship of trust and confidence could ever spawn from meetings at bars and spurred into a hot, passionate romance that simmered into ashes the next day.

“i don’t know you guys,” you sigh, “i think i’m done with girls.”

“oh no,” taehyung looks genuinely mortified while jungkook shakes his head “a loss for the gays and girls” and you giggle-  never a dull moment with these two.

“i’m not saying i’m done done but it’s been awhile since i’ve sucked a dick, you know?” and with friendship came honesty and the comfortableness of saying things for what it is without being judged for it.

“oh don’t we know,” jungkook snickers, while taehyung shoots him a look - he’d always been the shy one between the two. the younger man goes in for a kiss, to which the elder accepts, meeting him halfway.

and all of it only makes you a tad bit lonely as you scan the crowd. some gorgeous beings catches your eye and you’d like to think you caught theirs too but instead of the gentle and loving affection you’d seen between the two men, their eyes were sparked with lust and passion. like nymphs of the night who’d leave you high and dry once they got what they wanted.

so you left to get a drink at the bar, ordering a shot of jeager in hopes of drinking away the creeping hollowness that begins to fill the lonely parts of your heart. several shots in and you’re tumbling over to your two friends who seem to be have taken things up several notches after your leave. with taehyung on top of jungkook and the first not so shy anymore to let out unrestrained moans as his younger other half laps on his neck.

you’re halfway drowned into your own little world and probably will be going home with them and crashing in that spare bedroom you’ve started calling your part time bedroom.

until you lock eyes with jungkook. his lower face buried in taehyung’s shoulder while the latter pauses, glancing over to you as though just remembering that you were there. still having the sense to lift an inquisitive eyebrow, you do so with a, “oh don’t mind me, i’m just happy that you guys are getting some tonight.”

“you know,” jungkook pauses, letting the seconds trickle on like the droplets of on the wall of the glass before it hits the surface of the table, “you wanted to suck a dick, right? welll we’ve got dicks.”

it takes you a long winded, painful moment to digest his words. another to let out a mixture of a chuckle and a scoff as if to say, “you’re kidding...” but the “...right?” comes a second too late. a second too hopeful.

and that’s how you end up in the washroom - you’re not quite sure if it’s the men or women’s but you’re surprised that it could fit three adults in one tiny cubicle. but the matter of how to suck whose dick was an entirely different problem.

“shit ___, your elbow’s in my stomach,” jungkook hisses in a muted whisper, his hand on your hip, no doubt the culprit of your ridden up dress until your cotton panties are out in the open.

“fuck, jungkook, move over, i can’t reach tae’s dick,” you grumble out, the aforementioned man’s hardened dick in your hand but the space not allowing you to even crouch in front of him as he sat on the toilet whilst jungkook stood behind you.

“will someone just suck my dick?” the latter sighs just as he throbs in your hand.

“wait,” jungkook says, earning a dissatisfied groan from you and his boyfriend but before either of you can say anything, he’s turning you around, hands guiding your hips, “tae, push her panties down.”

almost as though controlled by an invisible force, the man’s hands are quick to get those baby pink panties down until they’re hanging around your ankles.

“hey wait wait wait!” you repeat like a mantra as you feel jungkook’s hands guiding you down onto taehyung’s lap which, if you remember correctly, was sporting a protruding hardness in between.

“oh fuck,” yes, you’d just confirmed that an extremely erected and extravagantly lively dick is excitingly welcoming you with the way it’s jolting against your lower lips.

“oh my god,” taehyung moans, hands on the curve of your hips as he gently lowers you onto him until he’s fully inside you.

“that’s nice that you two are enjoying yourselves but - remember i’m the one that made this work,” a voice says before a hand wraps around your wrist, guiding it to a similarly throbbing hardness but of a lesser length than taehyung’s to which you soon realize that he makes it up with his girth.

“someone’s jealous,” the person behind you snickers - you have half a mind to join in on the teasing if it isn’t for your hips and knees focusing on keeping up your weight whilst you hand strokes the length in front of you, mouth lapping on his tip.

“shut up and kiss me, pretty boy,” you can almost hear the eye roll from jungkook’s voice as the tip of your nose hits his pelvic, mouth stretching wider as his leans over you, possibly to lock lips with the man he vindictive but lovingly complimented.

and so it goes, your first dick - two actually - after a long while. needless to say, you come out flushed and walking silly but both men had their hands around the opposite hip from the side they’re standing beside. it helps you hold yourself up at least until you’re in their car, switching from sticking your tongue in taehyung’s throat to jungkook’s when he stops at a red light. body stretching over the leg space between the passenger seat and the back of the driver’s seat, his neck probably hurting from having to crane around until he reaches your lips whilst taehyung’s keeps himself busy with a hand under your panties. teasing, rubbing your pleasure nub just above your lips until you’re soaking by the time the car rolled to a stop in their parking lot.

“scoot over,” jungkook instructs, unbuckling his seatbelt, “we really need to normalize waiting for the third person to finish doing whatever they were doing before deciding to fuck in the back seat of the car while they’re driving.”

“can i have your mouth, sweetie?” taehyung announces, sending waves of excitement down your core as you feel yourself clench in anticipation.

there’s just something about how they manhandle you - your hips particularly as taehyung lifts you up and slides away to the right of the car and setting you down like a little doll, hand pushing down his pants and letting his erection shoot up like a roly poly.

“great cause i want her pussy,” jungkook’s displeased tone is replaced by a breathy agreement.

and just like his other half, he’s making you stand on your knees, body bent over taehyung until his dick is in your face, oozing with precum.

“tae baby, at this point, you don’t even have to ask,” you fix him a smirk, savoring the way his eyes darken with a sort of godless desire as you lap at his tip like you would a lollipop.

the second time around, you’re much better at focusing on what’s in front of you despite the other length filling you up balls deep.

you’re not sure when you’d stopped or what time you fell asleep. but all you knew, you were sore and full by the time you were drifting between the waking world and the dream world.

the morning when you woke up, it’s been because of the way the bed shook like an earthquake was wrecking up the room. an earthquake that moaned, “deeper, jungkook, oh fuck.”

the sight before you has you clenching your thighs together but at the same time, the giggle that left your lips is what causes heads to turn and eyes to focus on you.

“did we wake you up, sweetie? i’m so sorry,” taehyung is the first to worry, “oh yes-” but that worry subsides when jungkook starts moving again, skin slapping skin.

but the elder isn’t quite ready to give up just yet, “we wanted to wait for you to- ah - get up - fuck - oh,” he whimpers, burying his face into the mattress before peeking at you with eyebrows knitting together, “when we were talking about l-last night, we - we couldn’t help ourselves.”

“don’t worry about me, i had plenty of dick to go for at least a whole month,” you stare at taehyung’s pinked lips for the briefest moment before searching his eyes, feeling a sudden heat rise to your cheeks when you notice he’d caught the lingering stare - last night was fun but all three of you were buzzed and possibly horny as hell, you’re not so sure if a kiss would be welcomed by either of them now that you’re all sober and awake.

“i’m gonna go shower,” you announce, throwing your feet over the edge of the bed, the sound of your padding steps drowned by their pleasured moans.

the hot shower helps ease the knots in your muscles and calm your mind - or at least partially. the sight of the two boyfriends shamelessly fucking in front of your eyes still plays at the back of your mind like a graphic scene. and so you find yourself caressing your hardened nipples, your free hand snaking down between your legs as a whimper escapes your mouth. almost as though anything louder, and the whole world would know what you’re doing.

“what? you’re touching yourself?” a melodic but dangerous voice reverberates against the wall and cuts through the sound of running shower.

before you can even call out - ask who it is even though it’s obvious whose voice it belongs to, the curtain is torn open, revealing a sculpted god - you didn’t notice last night because it was dark but even then you’d known those strong arms that held you must be hiding something else underneath those layer of clothes.

“oh, hey, tae - the bathroom’s kinda oc-” you were about to ask what he was doing because the bathroom was obviously occupied - besides the fact that it’s the guest room’s bedroom and the main bedroom had their own bathroom - but before you can, a pair of arms are pulling you against another body. muscular and deliciously built but exceptionally predatory.

“you weren’t gonna come without us, are you?” taehyung’s crestfallen expression is all you see. his downturned lips and puckered lips being your weakness.

“y-you guys were busy, so i-” your words are cut short when you feel the coldness of a breath against you damp ear, “uh-uh, who said we were?” jungkook’s teasing denial is what makes you clench your legs together, only for them to be pried open by the dark haired man who’s fallen to his knees right in front of you.

“tae!” you shriek, caught by surprised at the sudden lost of balance as he hooks one leg over his shoulder whilst your hand claws onto jungkook’s arms that’s banded over your chest for a sort of leviation.

“shhh,” jungkook hums in your ears, as though to say ‘we’d never let you fall’.

but you didn’t fall and taehyung’s looking at you with the prettiest eyes, “what? you said i didn’t have to ask, right?”

“n-no,” the heat comes on full force - all of a sudden, the hot water trickling down your bodies aren’t even remotely sufficient to keep you warm, “you don’t have to.”

and so it goes, your many firsts within the short span of less than 24 hours, spurred by the two wonderful souls you never thought you’d come to know so closely within the duration of your friendship.

you waited with nothing but a towel around your body until jungkook knocked on the door, a folded set of clothes in hand.

“oh hey thanks - don’t know what i’d do if i had to walk in the streets in fishnets and flashy red dress,” you force out a chuckle, cheeks heating up as you swipe the clothes off his hands in a blink of an eye. to which he heaves out a sigh, but the smile on his lips tells you that he’s all but angry.

“hey, i know what went on in the last few hours was crazy,” he starts, sounding uncannily casual about it, “but we don’t want this to get in the way of what we’ve built - can we talk about this over breakfast? tae’s making it now but- i mean, if you want to, of course.”

and that’s when you finally let the walls come tumbling down. standing there bare - quite literally - with your chest washed off its initial worries, “honestly, i’d really like that.”

“perfect,” the brightest smile lights up on his face and for a moment, you thought everything went back to normal. back when all three of you are hanging out and joking about the littlest things one of you realized and pointed out to the other two.

“oh and,” jungkook tilts his head to the side, “sorry if i was rude or anything last night,” he quickly adds, “and just now - i tend to be like that during sex.”

“oh,” is all that follows your response, thoughts running around before you can actually reach out one by one to process it - so single celled brain goes, “i kind of like that side of you, actually.”

“really?” there it goes the smile that could quite literally blind you as his shoulders visibly sags, “tae hates it when i boss him around - thank god that’s not the majority opinion from now on.”

“from now on?” you echo his words but before you can interrogate him some more, he’s out of the door and yelling for you to come to the kitchen when you’re done putting on the clothes.

so you find yourself sitting in front of the two boyfriend whom you’ve spend quite a night knowing. they’re gazing at you with eyes that can’t stop squinting into crescents and smile that can’t stop smiling.

“okay should i tell or you?” taehyung turns to the darker haired male, their hands that are twined together moving towards the man he’s pointing.

“how about together?” jungkook suggests, a glint in his eyes that makes you stare, wide eyed and unblinking. pancake lying cold and uneaten as you wait with bated breath, “...tell me what?”

before you can even finish your words, the two bursts out in exclamation, “we like you.”

taehyung’s is a bit more excited while jungkook’s is a tad bit reserved.

“i like you guys too!” you declare, hands clapping together in excitement.

“oh my god, you do?” taehyung squeals, bringing his free hand and the one he has twined with jungkook to his heart.

“don’t i?” you make a ridiculous sound, hand waving away the ludicrosity of the possibility of you saying otherwise, “i’m glad we get to put last night behind us and still be friends.”

“i don’t think she gets it,” jungkook says a whole heartbeat later whilst taehyung’s upturned lips gradually but surely falls.

“what?” your eyes flit between the two, as if trying to spot the thing you seem to obviously miss.

“sweetie,” taehyung reaches his hand to you, to which you gladly accept before jungkook does the same with his other hand and you similarly meet halfway over the table “we like like you,” the taller man emphasizes.

it takes you a moment to digest his words. another to squint your eyes at them with a ‘okay where’s the punchline?’ kind of smile. and one last moment for it to sink in, “i thought you guys were gay and last night and this morning was a mistake?”

“i thought so too,” taehyung is the first to break the bond, his free hand coming to his chest, bent in a 90 degrees angle, “but i’ve had girl crushes and they went away after i met jungkook so i thought they were just me being in denial of my sexuality but i like spending time with you and jungkook,” he slips his large hand into yours that stays frozen on the table where he’d left it, his thumb caressing your knuckles, “i like the way you smile, the way you’d team up with me to tease jungkook,” that receives a snort from the man in question, “the way you’re always so supportive and optimistic- i just - i like you.”

“well, what he said except i like everything he’s not about you,” jungkook simply says, “and unlike him, i know i’m bi.”

“and we want you to be a part of this wonderful, beautiful, delightful relationship,” taehyung adds, fixing you the most tender smile as he gazes at you as though he’s never seen such a magnificent creature before.

“i mean...” you breathe out, a sea of emotions crashing against your chest before you finally say, “this is a lot to take in guys. i don’t know what to say - i think i need some time for myself.”

“oh,” it’s the way taehyung seems like he has more to say, the way his smile is completely replaced with a hesitant flat line and the way jungkook lets go of their twined hands to rub the elder man’s back.

“it’s okay, take your time,” he says, and you shoot him a grateful but awkward smile before taking your things and leaving through the door. unsure of whether you’ll ever return. whether you’ll ever laugh about the stupidity of bravely idiotic characters in horror movies again. whether you’ll ever huddle in the kitchen trying to cook dinner for three again. whether those peaceful days will ever be yours again depending on your own choices.

days go by and then one week and then two and you’ve confided in at least two people whose reactions are similarly perturbed by what you’ve told them until you’ve concluded that nobody will truly understand the confusion and frustration and jitters that courses through your veins when you think about the two charming but glaringly different ends of the spectrum men.

one is like the blue sky, bright yet vast and a trove of never ending possibilities while the other is like the midnight sky, decked with fleeting moments of vulnerability and endless mystery. but both, you’ve come to realize, are the reasons your view of the world has changed for the better. made your days a little more worth looking forward to. and it’s exiting and daunting all at once because the people you’ve confided in have expressed their concerns and dissertation of what they think hides behind the veils of normality. a box they’re not so used to stepping out of and deems those beyond the cardboards uncommon. foreign. unknown.

and truthfully, you’ve already decided what you want - know what you want to do on your way back that day after you’d made a beeline for the door. and as you stand in front of the same door, sniffling from the remnants of your fight with your parents after your sister - one of the people you’d confided in - deliberately told them about what she thinks - and she thought right - you’re about to do.

two rings later, you’re staring at a face of an angel. doe eyes hiding behind jet black locks widening as the sight of you hits him like a brick.

“____, hey, it’s okay,” jungkook says in the softest voice as he gathers you in his arms like an old cardigan.

“baby, who’s at the door?” comes the loud but smooth baritone a minute later.

he must have seen himself - who their uninvited guest is as silence settles in between all three of you before taehyung’s coos, “oh, sweetie.”

it’s only after an hour of ice cream and watching friends and the two boyfriends wrapping you up in a burrito blanket that you blanket do you spill the beans on why you showed up at their door at 11 in the evening, looking like a mess they never ordered.

your parents are livid. they think this isn’t real - that you’re being delusional and that both taehyung and jungkook were messing with you. it was the slander on the two soul’s names that has you unleashing the words you’d never thought you’d say to your own parents.

“i can take liking girls. that’s fine - but a relationship of three?” your father had stood in front of you, fingers pointing at his head as he spat out, “are you crazy?”

the family dinner had turned into a family quarrel. and your sister had been caught up in between - she’d wanted you too see the ludicrosity of it all and if not her, then maybe you’d listened to your parents.

and listened you did.

like a time bomb surrounded with dynamites, you’d eventually exploded. anything you say would never get through the and anything they said, you’d taken negatively.

so you took the cab straight to taehyung and jungkook’s.

“i just - it hurts because they won’t accept you guys and that means they’re rejecting me,” you sniffle, “i’m sorry i took so long.”

“hey, it’s okay, you’re with us now,” jungkook gathers you in lap whilst taehyung wraps his arms around the both of you from your other side, “yeah, cry all you want sweetie, we’re here for you.”

you wake up the next morning huddled up in a king sized bed with the two men on either side of you, almost like a knights protecting their princess as she slept like a baby after crying her eyes out for another half hour. your legs are tangled together, a pair of mismatched hands on your stomach while a snore resounds from your left where taehyung is sleeping like a beauty and jungkook on your right like an angel.

and for the first time in a long time, that hollowness in your chest cowers away in the light of the day that seeps through the blinds, painting paralleled shadows over your skin.

“i love you,” you whisper, looking between their two peacefully sleeping faces.

x

“hey, beautiful, you come here often?” a gruff voice reverberates in your ears just as you’ve placed the order for you and-

“yeah, with my boyfriends,” you shoot him a polite smile before attempting to slip past him and the stools you’re trapped in between but before you can even manage to move, he inches closer.

it’s been a year since you’ve been dating taehyung and jungkook. eight months since you’ve decided to move in with them for good. your parents reached out to you two months ago after declaring your banishment from ever stepping in their property let alone attend family dinners and gatherings. your relatives have all heard about your unusual but not unreal relationship and so have taehyung’s and jungkook’s families.

opposition still rises from both sides of the families’ distant relatives. it’s not too far off from yours.

“oh, you mean how girls call their lady friends girlfriends,” a lecherous grin forms on his face, “i get it.”

“no,” you hiss, needles of annoyance getting to you earlier tonight than most nights, “i mean my boyfriends who i’m dating.”

the person frowns, confusion clearly painted in his face, “how can you be dating two people at once and those two people date each other while dating you?” he doesn’t even wait for your response as he takes a step back, “a simple ‘no’ could’ve done the trick, you think you’re better than me?”

“it’s cause we’re a thruple - like a couple but with three people,” you tilt your head to the side just the slightest bit, seeing him in a different but not any more attractive angle, “and honey, i know i’m better than you.”

and with that, you raise a challenging brow, daring him to say otherwise just as a smooth but deadly voice calls for you, “____, you were taking so long so we decided to check on you, is everything okay, sweetie?”

“hey man, what business do you have with our girlfriend?” jungkook lifts an eyebrow in a similar fashion as you as he glares down at the man who’s at least a few inches short.

“you-” the man steals a petrified glance at you as the realization sinks in his eyes but before he can say anything, you strut in between the two men, smirking when one of their arms snake around your waist in a possessive nature.

“nope,” you say simply, “shorty here was just leaving, weren’t you?”

he mumbles out something incoherent, between a ‘liar’ and ‘rude’ before scurrying away and out into another part of the bar until you can no longer see him.

“thanks for having my back, babes,” you stand on your tip toe only to have taehyung chuckle, bending over until your lips press his before doing the same to jungkook, “baby,” and the two sharing a kiss together a heartbeat later.

“let’s dance!” you grab their hands and begin to drag them to the dance floor which does nothing if they hadn’t move themselves and they know it too as they laugh, the taller men patting your hair gently because he knows how long you worked on it.

“our girlfriend is so cute, isn’t she?”

jungkook pushes taehyung’s hands away only to ruffle the top of your hair despite your protest, “sure is.”

“my hair!” you lament, “babes, baby messed up my hair!”

you tug on your boyfriend’s sleeve, the man looking between you and his boyfriend, unsure of whether to be the pacifier or the scolder. in the end, he goes in for a kiss on your pouted lips, “you look beautiful either way, sweetie.”

“oh my god, it’s ruined, isn’t it?” you question, eyes filling with dread.

the culprit has the gal to laugh at your predicament until you announce your choice of dance partner being your taller boyfriend for the rest of the night and him not exactly opposing it whilst jungkook is left to trail behind you until he catches up between you, arms around your waist and taehyung’s, “okay, okay, sorry - i’ll make it up to both of you later tonight!”

at that bold yet careless exclamation, you look at taehyung, only to see the corners of his lips lifting into a devious smirk similar to yours.

“it’s been awhile since we took out the whip, hasn’t it?”

[holylulusworld]

My Omega

Summary: Sold to an alpha you don’t know what will happen to you – you didn’t expect the turn your life will take…

Pairing: Alpha!John x Omega!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Jody Mills

Warnings: Apocalypse World, angst, human trafficking, language, tension, true mates, scenting, shitty father, comforting, fluff, scenting, innocent reader, age gap, smut, unprotected sex, claiming, knotting

A/N: Part 2/2

Sequel to: My beta

Divider by @writeyourmindaway​

You sneak closer to John, carefully draping one leg over his thigh before you rest your head onto his chest. The alpha smirks, letting you explore his body believing he’s still asleep.

It’s the first time you are close to an alpha for longer than a few minutes and John is different from the grumpy and aggressive ones you met before. He smells like warm summer rain, wood, and something earthy, his skin is warm and when you are close to him, your heart always seems to skip a beat.

“Alpha,” placing one hand onto his heart you snuggle into his chest, sighing deeply at the warm feeling spreading in your belly. “John…”

“I’ve got you ‘mega,” John purrs, watching you fall asleep on top of him. “It’s all good now. This world is rotten and burned, but there is still hope. We brought Lucifer down, I’ll be damned if we do not defeat those bastards calling themselves our leaders too.” Warmth fills John’s chest when you wrap your arms around him to hold tight onto the tall alpha.

“This is all new to her, okay. Give her a chance to settle in. It’s only been a week since John brought her here. The poor girl got chained up by her father,” Cassie scolds as one of the other omegas tried to choo you away.

“I can ask Jess if she needs help, Cassie. No need to fight for me. If I’m not welcome, I’ll leave,” you swallow your pride, nodding at Cassie who watches you run off to hide in John’s room.

“Great job, Lisa. I got no clue what your fucking problem is but you just scared off John Winchester's true mate,” Cassie jerks her head toward John, pressing her lips into a thin line. “The poor girl went through enough shit. I hope you are happy now.”

“What’s all the fuzz about?” John looks for you, worriedly glancing at his daughter-in-law. “Where is Y/N? I thought she finally got brave enough to come outside.”

“She did John but Lisa over here had to harass her. I don’t think she’ll leave your room anytime soon, sorry,” Cassie sighs, watching John’s face contort in anger. “Let me handle Lisa, you should talk to Y/N.”

“Cassie, you’re one of my two fav daughters-in-law,” John grins, giving Cassie a wink as she rolls her eyes. “John, you only got two.”

“As I said…”

“Doll?” curled into a ball you hide underneath John’s blanket. “I’m sorry Lisa was unfriendly. What did she say, Y/N?” you do not answer, simply hide your face in the cushions. “I expect you to answer your alpha when he asks you a question.” Voice deeper, demanding now John watches you poke your head out from underneath the blanket.

“She said you only keep me around as long as your knot wants me,” you mumble, feeling your cheeks grow hot. “I said we never…and then,” choking on your words you throw yourself at John, hiding your face in his neck, “she said if you didn’t fuck me so far it’s as I’m an ugly rat.”

Shushing you John brings you into his arms, let you straddle his lap. “Can you feel this press against you? That’s my body telling you I want you more than anything else. I’m just not someone taking advantage of you in your situation. If not, I would’ve knotted, claimed, and marked you that first night.”

You gasp, feeling something twitch against you. “Is that your knot?” John pecks your forehead, smiling at your question. “I don’t know much about alphas. My mom died before she could explain things to me and father, well, he preferred to ignore me.”

“It’s my, Jesus, this is embarrassing but I’ll try to explain anything you want to know,” you giggle, looking up at John, mischief in your eyes.

“You should see your flushed face, alpha.” John’s eyes narrow when you batt your eyelashes. “I tricked you good.”

“You little shit,” humming you wrap your arms around John’s neck, pecking his lips. “So, what do you know about alphas?”

“I know you’ve got a big knot,” John smirks when you slip one under his shirt to feel his skin. “I can feel it,” breathing the words against his lips you shiver as his hands caress your back.

“What else?” you moan when one hand wanders underneath your shirt to draw slow circles into your skin. “Omega?”

“I know how knotting works, but I never,” nervously chewing on your lower lip you glance up at John. “I mean, do you want to be my first, alpha?”

“I swear,” panting heavily John looks at your lips, groaning when you slowly grind against him, “if you don’t stop, I’ll make you mine right now.”

“Alpha,” your hands grasp for his shoulders, your lips crash against John’s when a knock destroys the moment. “No, not now…”

“Yes, who is it?” John clears his throat, watching you tug at his shirt, desperate to feel more of his skin. “I hope it’s important cause you just…”

“Dad, we should talk about Y/N’s father. Obviously, he got wind she’s omega and wants her back,” you go stiff on John’s lap, looking at him with wide, fearful eyes.

“No one gets my omega,” John purrs, holding you close to his chest. “I promise, he’ll not get you back. You’re mine, doll…”

“I told you it was a mistake to bring that girl here,” Lisa spats, glaring at you hide behind John’s back. “An unclaimed omega who belongs to someone else.”

“I belong to no one,” lips pursed you glare at Lisa, holding tight onto John’s jacket for dear life. “My father sold me to John, he was the one breaking the law, not John nor me.”

“True,” the ‘marshal’, one of the few people who tries to defend justice in a desolated world nods at John. “Mr. Y/L/N said you stole his omega daughter but according to the contract he signed you bought her.”

“He offered her to me. I was there to buy a dog. It was Mr. Y/L/N who offered me his daughter, the girl I call mine since then,” John’s face remains stoic when the ‘marshal’ steps closer to have a look at you.

“According to the papers he sold you a beta, that’s an omega,” shrugging John looks at marshal who knows your alpha knew you’re not a beta. “So, she presented late, Sir?”

“I think so,” John smirks now, looking at your father. “Underneath the dirt, the worn-out clothes, and bruises I could barely make out a girl. I had to feed, bathe, and clothe her first.”

“I can see no crime here, Sir. Mr. Winchester legally bought your daughter after you offered her to him. It’s not his fault you didn’t know she’s omega. If you would excuse me now, I must take care of a fight over a cow two towns away,” the marshal lifts her head, giving John a wink. “Have a great day, Sir, miss…”

“She’s my daughter, you must do something,” your father grunts. “Sir, I must ask you to leave Mr. Winchester's ground. You sold the girl, according to the law she belongs to Mr. Winchester now. Nothing I can do about it. I suggest you leave and do not come back,” the marshal leads your father away, whilst you weakly fall against John’s back.

“He’s gone, doll. Don’t worry, Y/N. I know marshal Mills for ages. She’s tough, hard but has a soft heart for the resistance. No one would ever dare to act against her order,” you nod, still you grasp for John’s hand to feel safe. “I’ll bring you back to our room.”

“Calm omega,” John whispers, gently stroking your hair. “Jesus, you are still shaking. I told you marshal Mills brought your father back home. She will make sure he’ll never come back.”

“I’m still scared, alpha. He was furious that I hid my presentation from him, John. What if he comes back in the middle of the night to take me away?” now the alpha’s features darken, and you find yourself pinned underneath him.

“You’re mine,” he snarls, glancing at your neck. “I will mark this neck, make you mine forever. You’ll be full of pups soon and no one will keep me from doing so,” your eyes glow feeling John on top of you.

Instinctively you bare your neck, grant him access to your mating gland to graze it with his teeth. You’re panting heavily, whining when he settles between your legs, pressing his clothed erection against your core.

“John,” you grind against him, reaching out for his neck to bring him down for a not that innocent kiss. “I want you.”

“Y/N, let me,” John groans when your hands wander to his ass to squeeze it tightly. “If you don’t stop, I’ll lose control.”

“Please, I want you,” you tug at his pants, looking up at John with doe eyes. “I feel so hot and wet down there.”

“You’re slicking for me, omega,” he’s kissing your neck, moaning when you spread your legs to let him slip one hand into your panties. “God, you’re dripping for me, darling.”

“For you, alpha,” panting you wrap your arms around his neck. “Only you, John. I wanna feel your knot.”

“Has this something to do with the things Lisa said?” you shake your head, sniffling as John believes you only want him to prove Lisa was wrong. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He’s leaving open-mouthed kisses along your neck, nibbling at your mating gland when you fist his hair.

“No, I want you. Please…make me yours, John,” you whine, desperate to feel a connection to the elder alpha. “Please.”

“You sure? I’m still elder and I already had a mate. If you want someone else,” you press your lips to his mouth, swallowing his doubts. “Guess this means you want this old man.”

“You’re not old, alpha,” grinning John looks at you before his face buries into your neck. He’s inhaling your scent deeply, moaning as you tilt your head in submission. “You more experienced is all.”

“A nice way to call me old, doll,” you snicker feeling his lips press against your skin, leaving wet trails on his way to your collarbone. “I’ll make you feel so good…”

“I can’t guarantee he will not come back with more men,” Jody sighs, looking around John’s base camp as he likes to call the huge farm his family calls their home. “I told him the contract is legal, anything else is not in my hands.”

“Marshal Mills, we know you are one of the most reliable people out there, if not for you…” Jody nods, sadly glancing at Sam who still fights with the aftermath of Lucifer’s possession.

“I’m glad we could save Sam and ban that bastard before he could burn the other half of the planet. Sadly we have to live with the consequences of his doings,” Jody gives Dean a cracked smile.

“It’s a long way until we can call this world ours again, but we are working on it. Michael is still out there, waiting for his chance,” Dean’s voice cracks. He’s not meeting Jody’s eyes, prefers to look into the distance. “Maybe I should’ve said yes back then…”

“Look at you,” John purrs, crawling up your body. Your hand trembles when you slide it over his chest, caressing the scars on his skin. “Such a beautiful omega in this rotten world. Pure, innocent and still, a feisty brat,” you giggle when John wraps his lips around one nipple, sucking greedily at the hardening bud.

“You’re so strong, alpha,” he’s hovering over you, a soft smile on his lips. John didn’t look at a woman that way since Mary passed ages ago. “Something wrong?”

“No, Y/N,” he pecks your lips, smiling when you close your eyes the moment his fingers touch your exposed sex. “You’re such a sight, baby girl.”

Your body moves on it’s one, greedily grinds against your alpha’s fingers. Something blooms in your core, let your toes curl with every swipe of his thumb over your clit. Eyes darken you watch John grips his cock to tease your folds.

“I want to present for you, alpha,” you want to roll onto your stomach, want to be an obedient omega but John shakes his head pinning you down with one hand on your hips. “Alpha?”

“I need to see your face when I shove my knot into this tight little cunt,” you whine at his words, eagerly spreading your legs. Your eyes dart between John’s face and his erection. There is a moment of hesitation before a snarl leaves his lips. “Gonna make you mine.”

You don’t know if it’s a promise or a threat, but it doesn’t matter to you, not when the tip slips in and you feel his velvet skin against your walls. Your eyes roll back feeling the pressure built with every inch John shoves into your body.

Hands fly to his biceps when he growls low in his throat, snapping his hips forward to bottom out.

“God,” he throws his head back, tries anything to distract his body from the way your walls grip him tightly, “don’t make me lose it too soon, doll.”

“I’m not doing…,” you pant, experimentally tilting your hips, “anything,” looking at your sex you giggle. John is flush against you, there is no space, and you wonder how it will feel when he starts to move.

“I can feel your body relax,” John wraps his arms around your body. His lips claim yours when you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. “You’re made for me, omega.”

“I trust you, John,” purring the words against his lips you gasp as his hips slowly start to move. The drag of his cock against your inner walls is something you never felt before and the pressure in your belly grows with every precise thrust.

“Alpha,” your low wails urge John on, let him lose all control when he starts to slam his hips against yours. Whimpers turn into cries feeling the knot in your belly tighten. “Something, oh-there is,” you wrap your arms around his back, dig your nails deep into his flesh when the knot burst open and you writhe on his twitching length. “Knot me…”

“Y/N,” John curses, pulling out to flip you onto your belly. He’s on you in a blink to raise your butt, sliding right back in. “Need to knot you.” The alpha possessively ruts into you, grips your shoulders to get impossible faster.

“John,” your eyes widen when John shoves something thicker into your body with every thrust. His knot spreads you wider, forces you to keen as he pushes your head down, fisting your hair to tilt it. ‘Mine’ roars through the room before his teeth sink into your neck.

Cries erupt from your lips whilst your body tries to accommodate his expanding knot.

John groans when his cum floats your belly. “Mine, my omega…” He laps at the mark he left, soothing the slight sting with his tongue.

“How do you feel?” nuzzling your neck John purrs when you sigh sleepily. “Y/N, did I hurt you? Do you need anything?”

“I feel good, no…it’s more like I’m complete, if that makes sense,” you lean into John’s embrace, closing your eyes when he gently strokes your skin.

“We are one now, doll. Our bond will strengthen and there is nothing anyone can do against it. You’re mine as much as I’m yours,” your alpha whispers.

“I like the sound of it, alpha…I like it very much…”

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I want you to depend on me (4/4)

The last part. This time with Key and Jinki. I did this on my phone and reread it once. Sorry for any mistakes.

Warnings: emeto,male x male, shipping hinting, depictions of vomiting and overall sickness. Bloated tummies are very present.

"Shit..." Key thought as an off bubbling sensation washed over his stomach. It was only a day after Minho and Taemin got sick. Minho was not feeling good a few days ago..."must've caught it in the van..." Waking up to this sensation was less than prime. He had heard the two boys from his room getting sick, for a day and was sure the worst was over. Now he had his own issue to deal with. He felt hot and achy.

His plan was to lay low. He didn't like people knowing anything was wrong, always trying to remain cool and deal with it on his own to save his image. He sighed, placing a hand on his stomach. He should have known when he skipped dinner last night. He felt full so he decided to just go to bed, at least he knew this stomach upset wasn't from hunger. He closed his eyes, even after sleeping so long he was still tired. It was about noon now. His belly was bloated a bit. Clearly he was sick.

He opened his eyes at the sound of knocking and his doorknob turning. His leader stood there. "Are you going to get up?" He looked concerned, Jinki always knew more than he let on, but maybe he could get away with it. "Just didn't sleep well last night... Gonna lay back down." Jinki frowned. Keys stomach let out a loud gurgle, causing him to turn a bit red. "I'll make you some food" Jinki left before the younger could protest. He could tell Key didn't feel good. His body language said everything. He was the leader, he knew his members, especially after 10 years. Not to mention the two sick boys in the other room, and the upset gurgles from his own stomach.

Key sighed, giving his bloated belly a gentle rub. He dreaded putting anything in his stomach. God only knew what Jinki was going to bring him... And he couldn't just not eat it. Even though his stomach was empty, it felt full and heavy.

Jinki returned with some chicken broth, a litre of ginger ale and glass, liquid tylenol and a partially empty bottle of Pepto. "Damn..." Jinki was just too good. "Open your mouth" Jinki placed a thermometer in front of the singers face. He complied. No use arguing. "Your almost at 103. Take this." He poured the liquid into the medicine cup and handed it to Key. It was disgusting. Cherry. His least favorite flavor. Definately not something he wanted to taste right now. He handed the cup back and cracked open the ginger ale, not even bothering you put it in the cup. He just wanted the cherry taste gone.

"Eat if you can. It's been over twelve hours since you've eaten anything " Jinki took the medicine bottle and walked out. Before closing the door he looked back 'I'll be in my room if you need me." He smiled and shut the door.

Key looked at the food with disgust. His tummy didn't feel like eating. His stomach was not happy.

Sighing he downed the broth in a few gulps. He didn't want to taste it. He wanted to get it over with. Realizing his mistake he swore and grabbed the ginger ale taking a small sip. The amount of broth Jinki gave him wasn't exactly a small portion. The bowl was huge. Key moaned, leaning back to rub his bloated stomach through his shirt. "ugh the broth is already making my stomach upset .. I guess even that was too rich to handle." The broth was salty, and he was dying for a drink. Eyung the ginger ale he though. "I mean... Won't this help my stomach?" He flipped on the TV and laid down, trying to soothe his tummy ache, mindlessly drinking his gingerale.

Fifteen minutes later a wet loud gurgle emitted from his stomach, causing a wet burp to rise. "Oh God... I drank it all." His stomach now full of broth and ginger ale, his stomach began to slosh and bubbl. "Hic .. oooh..." He stifled a burp with his hands. "God my stomach's upset." He grabbed the bottle of Pepto... Cherry... "For fucks sake..." He sighed, there was only a little over a third left in the bottle, so he just drank the rest down. He wanted his stomach to calm down, and surely this was the only way.

Gagging on the sickening cherry flavor, key felt a bit dizzy. His stomach doing flips. The taste in his mouth was less than pleasant. He wanted, he was absolutely nauseated. All the sloshing liquid only added to the queasy feeling, akin to being seasick. He stood up and his belly sloshed. "oh god..." Wrapping his arms around his midsection, he walked mindlessly to the leaders room. Before opening the door he regained his composure as best he could.

Jinki was laying down, reading a book. Key could see the eldest had a hand rested on a bloated belly. He could tell Jinki felt a bit unwell just by looking at him. That was their leader though, never caring about himself, and selflessly thinking of his members in any situation. "Kibum..." He closed his book "Is something wrong."

Key blushed. "N..no... I just heard Minho puking again and I wanted to be away from it.' He lied. Jinki eyed the youngest bloated belly. It was obviously upset. He could even hear it gurgle and groan from the distance between the two. But he played along. "Thank you for the food..." Keys stomach let out a queasy gurgle. "I... I gotta pee.." He lied again, the cacaphany of flavors riding up his throat, and closed himself in the eldest's bathroom.

Jinki sighed. "Why not just tell the truth." He shook his head and waited. He wasn't going to hurt the singers ego or embarrass him. If he needed him Key would let him know.

Key turned the faucet on... Not wanting to be heard. His stomach grew more upset each second. Not wanting to be on the dirty floor, he sat on the edge of the bathtub and rubbed his sick stomach, brining up queasy burps, ocassionally spitting into the bowl. He began to sweat, he really didn't feel well. Eventually the nausea faded enough that he felt like he could go back. He turned off the faucet, tears in his eyes. His belly hurt so badly and he felt so sick.

"S...sorry I bothered you." He looked down. "I..I'll go."

Before he could leave Jinki grabbed his arm. "Kibum' his voice was stern. "Why on Earth did you drink all of that?" Having gone into the bedroom to tidy up, he was shocked. Keys stomach had to be sicker than before. He pulled the covers from his bed back and patted the empty spot. "Lie down. You have a bellyache. I won't let you leave my sight until you're better."

Key blushed, complying. "Jinki, ah... I'll get you sick..."

Jinki scoffed "I'm already sick to my stomach. He lifted his shirt revealing his slightly bloated stomach. "It started a few hours ago. I'll be fine..." He blushed. "Please just let me be here for you." He looked into the youngers eyes. "Stop pushing everyone away..."

Tears streamed down Kibums cheeks. "Jinki...." He was interuppted by a wave of nausea. His hand raised to his mouth. Onew placed a hand on his back as he shot up in bed. "Does your tummy feel sick?" Key nodded, afraid to speak. His stomach let out gurgle after gurgle. Jinki looked on concerned as the singers face paled. He knew moving Key would be a bad idea. "It's ok... I'm here..."

Key swallowed the acidic liquid rising from his stomach and moaned. "Jinki..." He panted, sweating from his fever and nausea. "Can't... Make it to the toil -" he was cut short by a gag, rushing his hand to his mouth he was able to stop it momentarily, but some sick still got onto the elders white bedding.

He was able to turn to the side of the bed, as his stomach sent up another wave. The liquid poured out of him violently as he retched. The taste of th cherry Pepto causing him to vomit again. Soon he felt a hand on his belly running in soft circles. "It's alright. Get it all up." Jinki was amazing at__ consoling. With him there, Key felt safe. Something he hadn't felt for a long time.

A mixture of the situation and his own stomach bug, Jinki began to feel nauseated. "Kibum... I'm happy... You're not going through this alone .. at least.. " he spat on the ground as Kibum continued to bring up the liquid contents of his stomach. Jinki retched as a stream of water escaped his lips, all he had ingested. "S...sorry stomach just isn't feeling well it's not you.'"

Key shook his head as a break presented itself. He spat. "I know... God my stomach is so upset..." Key whined. "I guess yours is too." Jinki nodded. "Get to the bathroom. I'll clean this so we can just lay down once this is over."

Key nodded, getting out of his soiled clothing and leaning in front of the toilet. He was dizzy and hot. His stomach wasn't anywhere near empty. He wasn't throwing up a lot at a time. He almost wished he would and get it over with.

Jinki was overcome with nausea after cleaning the mess. After changing the bedding he threw it in the corner of the bathroom. He didn't care. He ran to the sink and vomited bile. Key couldn't handle that and a large steam of liquid came after a wet burp. His eyes were tearing up as he continued to bring most of his stomach contents up into the bowl. He spat, not feeling like more was coming.

He panted and leaned back rubbing his belly. Jinki flushed the bowl and sat down, pulling Kibum onto his lap facing the toilet. He put both hands around his disdended stomach. "I'm here for you." He pressed into his belly, bringing up some more burps from the sick singer. "It hurts..." Key whined, moaning at Jinki's touch. "Just lean on me. I'll rub your stomach until you feel you can get up."

Key laid there, resting on his hyung. His smell was comforting. "Thanks hyung... I'm sorry you don't feel good either." He stifled a burp. "I feel better than you. Just relax." Key was just getting comfortable when his stomach cramped, and he flew over the bowl, retching up the last of the liquid and bile. He dry heaved for a few minutes until his stomach calmed a bit.

"I need to lie down..." Key moaned, his stomach still not feeling well. He was done vomiting, but the upset stomach lingered as well as a slight bloat to his stomach. They cleaned up and went to the room.

Jinki helped him up and gave him one of his shirts. His stomach was visible even through that. Jinki changed and put a trash can on each side of the bed, turned on his fan and slid next to his member. He pulled him close in a spooning position and rubbed his belly, still gurgling. Jinki was exhausted, as was the younger.

"Hyung..." Key blushed. "Whenever my belly hurts... I'll tell you from now on... Will .. will you rub it every time."

Jinki smiled, kissing the back of his head. "Always. I always want you to tell hyung every time you aren't feeling good." He stroked his cheek. "After all Taemin has Minho, and if you'll have me... You have me..."

Key blushed, placing his hand on top of Jinki's. "I.. I'd like that .." soon the two drifted to sleep , the younger in his hyungs arms. Their upset stomachs had them up and down, and they rubbed each other's bellies and backs every time one was awoken by the urge to vomit.

Soon, they were able to sleep without interruption.

The next morning they knew they'd have to explain why Kibum came out of Jinki's room. But that was ok. Maybe tomorrow key could rub Jinki's belly, that though drove him crazy. This stomach bug brought them all closer than they thought it would.

[akimitsusevecan]

I’m doing a campaign with friends!

The friends include @eternalevecho @curiousskelekitty @thepyramidsloth Skele’s boyfriend, Eve’s brother, and James!

This, when I tell it, is probably going to be pretty factual; I’ll leave the IC stuff to Eve, Skele, and sloth.

HERES THE STORY SO FAR HERE WE GOOOOOO

 So last week was the first session, and I gave a brief history of how they're in like a training academy. The know of each other, but don't know each-other. They go about their day training in the various classes, before they fall asleep for the night. They wake up to everything around them burning, several.. well, everything on fire and a cleric rushes out of the doors to scream "Fire, everyone get out !" Right down the doors of their 'dorm'.

 They stumble out to see a massacre happening, every race fighting in some unknown war, with students bodies littering the field and the 'elders' of the school engaging in some serious fighting combat. An elf sorceress (Water based from unearthed Arcana) manages to spot an exit where students are funneling to. A gnome monk, A human Cleric, a teifling bard, and the sorceress proceed to squeeeeeze in this exit where they're basically standing on the person around them. A male dragon born is in the mix, but the bunks are separate.

The sorceress, Villiyan is first in the gates, but can see a huge axe proceeding to chop down students as they funnel through. With a bit of luck, Villiyan manages to dodge out of the way of a huge werebear's axe (They couldn't figure out it was a wearbere, they thought it was a bug bear) . The gnome monk, puck, manages to sneak by during the commotion and get a respectable distance away. Villiyan does her best to slow the assault of the werebear by using ray of frost and actual smartness of maneuvering and kiting long enough for the bard, Forte, to get in and help, as well as the Cleric, Erika, and the dragon born, Sigi.

 With impromptu working together, they are able to prevent the beast from culling down any other students and gets them to focus on just them, again, using smart skills and forcing the bear to turn it's attention every which way with skill and slight luck. Eventually though the beast manages  to get a crushing blow to the wizard with little defense, and as the wizard is about to be culled, they all wake up back in their beds, soaked and still on the adrenaline high.

Villiyan proceeds out of her room to one of the doors she remembers a person coming out of, to see nothing on fire and everything as it was the day before. She talks rather loudly to Forte, with Puck and Erika coming out to explain they had the same dream. In the faint distance, they were able to hear a scream from a dragonborn, Sigi waking up from about dying. Two of them suddenly remember that they all have to be in the courtyard soon, because of the adventuring licenses!

 The history is then explained slightly, on how the races have gotten along for millennia, orcs and elfs laughing among each other as friends. True peace! Because of this, after a few years, the races got restless. What was to be gained? Thats when the adventuring schools came into being, using an organized system to structure adventurers. The new goal for most everyone's life? Adventure, fight the biggest things, find the coolest treasures, beat the roughest dungeons, but you have to do it with a license. Without it, you claim no glory, and can actually get criminalized.

 The 5 gather in the courtyard with other people around and the headmaster comes in to start paring everyone up, and puts the 4 except the cleric together, then changes his mind because he sees the lack of support in the 4 man group. Gives them a map to a dungeon which is un touched save for a golden dagger that they must retrieve to prove they have beat the dungeon. They all get paired up, with a bit of bickering from everyone especially to the wizard.[

They travel on the open planes for about a day before finding the forest, fighting a few wolves when they rest just before the woods. They best them, and have wolf for breakfast. They proceed into beautiful woodland, as calm and serene as they could have ever imagined. Woodland creatures dart off to a different path though, clearly avoiding the path to the dungeon due to self preservation. They manage to find the dungeon, as well as skeletons guarding it. After felling them rather easily, the go into the cave like entrance to encounter 6 goblins. The wizard who speaks goblin tries to stop a soon to be fight, and fails miserably, getting smacked for a bit of damage. They manage to cull the goblins however, and find hidden among the bodies, a poor elf male 

They are suspicious of him at first, until he points out a trap door that the party would have missed without him; or have been stuck searching for a long time. They decide to trust him after he remembers that he was part of the academy, though he wondered out a bit too far looking for a bit of fun before the party selection and now here he was. They go down and end up finding a medium sized room, with a larger opening to he left, and a door the the right. The lights casting a shadow to flicker over a statue, a gargoyle. They investigated it, and when the monk tried to take a gem from the statue, the statue bitch-slapped the monk across the room into a wall. After a rough fight with the monk almost falling, they managed to beat the gargoyle down and take a long rest in what looked to be a safe place.

 After the long rest, they decided to gear up and go into the unchecked door. Thankfully the rogue was able to stop a trap from going off on them, and they proceeded without incident down more stairs.

When they exited the stairs, they found a grand hall sized room, absolutely massive in size. From afar they could see faint glows, as well as a strange pedastool in the middle. As they got closer, they saw about 8 doors, with door 4 flaring "Cloister of Trials." Only the wizard and sorcerer could read it. The rouge, Velvexa, Forte and puck were able to investigate the pedastool and push it aside to reveal a silver mace, and a silver playing flute. Then they went to investigate the 4th door, and it had missing gemstones, about 6 of them. The magic on this door was strong, and the rogue turned away immediately, not even going to attempt to mess with what obviously was a trap. That's when the wizard, Sigi, felt a pull to a certain door. After he went through it, everyone else felt a pull to a different door. Thus began the trials.

 Door number 1 was for Villiyan, the water sorcerer. Inside she found an entrence underwater, and was obviously joyful at the chance to start swimming in her natural element. (They get waterbreathing and swim speed equal to move speed for level 1). She found a zombie with a gemstone in it, cats-eye and managed to pry the object loose with a spear, and grab it. She rejoiced, and we went to door 2.

Door 2 had the wizard sigi. Up to this point, he almost always had his nose in a book, treating everyone with.. contempt. He found 3 books, and started looking through them. Each book pulled at him in a different way, until he felt himself trapped in reading them, before managing to have the will to move on to a different book. Each time he attempted to close the book, he struggled to fight the will to read all of this knowledge. On the final book, he was lost in reading until a gem flare from inside a page got his attention. Figuring out what he had to do, he started to skim for few words only, resisting the urge to read all of this untold knowledge in the book before disarming an arcane trap, and grabbing the gem inside, with a message flaring. " If your absorbing knowledge from a book, you shall miss the knowledge from around." Telling him to be a little more.. active in thew world.

 Door 5, skipping 3 and 4, the gnome puck had to doge arrows right away. With her skill, it was a trivial matter, though scouting the room was a bit difficult with arrows shooting at her at a decent pace. After some time of dodging and looking, she was able to discern a gem high above in the tall room, at the end of a long passage, with trees that could almost be used as jumping spots. With several well timed jumps, she managed to avoid getting speared by arrows and landing on the trees, until the last one. She stumbled, but quick thinking with a blanket around her waist saved her a massive drop. She clambered up the tree and pressed in the gemstone right as an arrow would've launched at her. She got the stone, and started the climb down.

Door 6 was for the bard. As soon as the door closed, curtains were pulled, lights shone in every direction, and a crowded tavern was becoming less crowded as people left, paying her no mind. With each successful playing of her flute, she pulled the attention of more and more people until they were all applauding her performance. There was one particular gentleman in the crowd however, who beckoned for her. She sat down at a table, and started to speak with him. " Your performance was admirable, but I still am unsure if you deserve this.." The gemstone.

She replied. "Without the gemstone, my friends and I have no way to proceed, and we all wish to continue on together."

"You call them your friends, yet it seems you do nothing but gripe and triffle with them. How do call them your friends?"

 "We may not see eye to eye all the time; few ever do. But when the time counts, they are there for me, and I them. I won't run away if I can help them."

 "Good answer." he tossed the gemstone, and as it was caught, we went to the next door.

Erika, the cleric, was in a warzone. The moans of the undead were heard all around and wounded were scattered everywhere. She quickly went to work attempting to heal all of the wounded, though one person couldn’t be healed. It was a zombie, and it was her quick reaction that felled the creature before it could do more harm. A look up saw that the undead were closing in. Channeling her divine power, she was able to cast away a decent crowd of zombies,but more came. Two people came to help, someone with a bow, someone with a sword, and they fought for 15 straight minutes. The zombies kept coming, creeping up and up until a sword from the god Helm pierced the skys and the ground, scattering zombies every which way. She dropped to her knees immediately, with a bit of spot healing to the people who helped her. "You do my work in choosing to stand when others would run. You must continue to do that with your fellow party members; despite their bickering, there is good in them. Be the rock they lean on in trouble." After agreeing, Erika and helm proceeded to decimate the zombies. After looking around in the aftermath, the god was no where to be found, but left a gemstone in his place.

The last door, for the thief. He ended up in a very bad part of town, where he was able to see special types of symbols, leading him further in. Two paths opened up, each with the strange language. "One path leads to immediate wealth with an eventual decline. Another leads to an immediate fall, with a slow gain." He chose the slow gain path, and failed to notice a trap that had him falling in blackness .After the light was only a pinprick above him, he heard dissonant whispers. "Your greed is your downfall. Misplaced greed will lead to ruin... one must be smart about what they take.. Answer the call later, in exchange for your life now... " After agreeing, he fell into a bed of feathers and proceeded to hit the ground, with a gemstone and a note. "We'll talk later. " Then they all woke up back in the large room before, gemstones in hand.