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kooqitas · 24 days

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

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

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

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

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

you laughed, because you know that’s real…

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

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

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

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

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

and then the doorbell rang.

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

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

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

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

and then they rang the doorbell again.

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

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

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

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

shit, jungkook shouldn’t have teased you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

god, your boyfriend was a perv.

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

“dude, respect my girl!”

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

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

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

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

“i want something” taehyung said.

"what do you want to see?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"i need to get it!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and this triggered a series of humiliations.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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hollyhomburg · 5 months

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Before I Leave You (Pt.64)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: “Take your time, it’s not like I’m dying over here or anything.” “Shut up Jimin you are not going to die.”

Tags: Angst, Blood, graphic depictions of violence, dead bodies, Gore, Maiming, violent acts described perpetrated by loved ones, near death experiences, near death experiences, No one dies, Jimin does not die, Hurt with just a little comfort, implied sexual content,

W/c: 8.6k

A/N: I'm sorry that this chapter is a little shorter than usual after such a long wait. i've been going through a rough patch™ which is why recently the updates have been 3 weeks apart instead of just 2 like usual. When i tell you the end of this chapter has a fucking twist to it that i love, you're not prepared!

Previous part - Masterlist - First part

“I shot Minnie.”

It takes you a breath for the words to sink in. Standing in the bathroom in the half-grey darkness golden hallway light streaming in through the open door. It’s strange how inside of your body you feel at that moment.

That frantic fever urgency of your pulse, your breath, your everything when traumatic things are about to happen and when they’re happening.

For a moment you’re keenly aware of every molecule of your body. The tacky-sweet feeling of slick drying between your thighs, the cold smoothness of the slate tile beneath your feet, the too-long press of your fingernails as you grip the bathroom countertop to keep from falling to the tile floor. Everything in feverish detail.

you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, the light from Yoongi’s phone screen illuminates your face in blue. You look at the mirror, then down at your hands.

Minnie, a gun.

A bullet, Jin.

Your brain is whirling. Putting two and two together is like putting together a recipe. Only now you have the result and have to backtrack. How did you get here? Jin keeps talking, word vomiting down the line, and you miss a few sentences while you’re trying to put it together.

Butter, cream, sugar.

You, Jin, Jimin.

Jimin.

You think you might vomit tiramisu all over the bathroom floor.

You close your eyes, thinking hard while Jin talks. His words run over themselves with worry. “I discharged my weapon if we go to the hospital- they’ll- they’ll know and I don’t know if I can cover this up with just lies-”

“Is he dead?” Your voice is lethal in its quiet, so quiet that you think it might not go through the phone. Jin doesn’t hear it- too preoccupied with his own terror.

You close your eyes, quietly begging anything or anyone who might be listening. If god is going to take so much from him- the least she can do is give jimin this. One simple measly miracle is all you're asking for.

“Jin- tell me right the fuck now- Is Jimin dead?”

“Pup.” Jin sounds like he’s just been strangled. Like all the wind has just been knocked out of him. “Put Yoongi on the line.”

“No.” You're shaking, your heartbeat in your ears louder than your lofty hopes. Hand digging into the counter so hard that you feel it in your bones. “No, not until you tell me right now- is Minnie-”

“Hey pup.” Jimin’s voice is a quiet croak. You sag against the countertop and slide to the floor. It’s barely a weak whisper on the other side of the line. You’re glad it’s not a video call. You’re not sure you could handle seeing him if he sounds so raw. “Minnie- Minnie are you? does Jin?”

Does Jin know?

Jin must have taken back the phone because- “I need you to go get Yoongi. Now. We can’t be here any longer than necessary.” there's the muffled sound of shuffling, of hair grating against the speaker. "We're vulnerable here, I don't know if more people will come."

You move, leaving the bathroom and thundering up the steep stairs to the bedroom. There's the distant sound of Hoseok in the kitchen probably putting away the tiramisu. You head for the nest, rushing, falling to your knees in front of it, phone pinned between your shoulder and your ear.

“Yoongi isn’t here. He’s with Jungkook and Tae and Namjoon.”

“Hang up then and I’ll call Namjoon.” You peel back the nest skirt to get under it, where Jimin keeps his gun cases. They're there in the shadows, three of them black and plastic. A photocopy of his concealed carry license is taped to each on top. No one had been particularly happy about him storing them there (Namjoon especially) But now you’re glad to have them close on hand.

“No, not until you tell me where you are.”

“Pup this isn’t- you can’t-”

“Jin, please.”

You try the same code that Jimin has for his cellphone. You know it because you have a habit of going through his after your dates for some of the photos that he takes of you and Tae.

8-7-5-8.

The box clicks open and you roll your eyes. Alphas.

“Pup” you wait for him to say that he needs more help than you can offer, that carrying Minnie and keeping him alive is more than you can help with. You wait for him to say that you’re neither strong enough mentally nor physically to handle this.

But it doesn’t come. Jin’s tiny fraught sigh is there, but then-

“Alright.”

There are spots for five different handguns inside. Two missing vacant cuts into the foam. You take the smallest one, checking stock to make sure it's got bullets in it. You fumble with it, unsure and unused to this. You make sure the safety is on before you tuck it into your waistband.

“Send me your address. And if you need to- get rid of Jimin's gun- god only knows whats on that.” To Jin’s credit, he hardly splutters, hardly takes in another shaky breath.

“How do you know-” You descend the stairs slower. Screwing your eyes shut tight to keep from crying, leashing your voice into something gentle.

“Jin, Minnie is bleeding. You have more important things to worry about right now. We need to figure out how to keep Jimin alive and undiscovered.”

“You know-”

“Yes, I fucking know about Jimin, okay? We’re wasting time. Bye.”

You hang up on him. Your hands are still shaking and you spend a breath looking at them. You want to call Yoongi. Your body aching for your mate's touch, for how steady he makes you feel just by being there. the way he tucks your hair behind your ears, the way his hand is always hovering near the small of your back to guide you- to options that won't hurt and secrets that won't damage things.

You need your mate for this, already your pulse is hammering. The haze of a panic attack on the edge of your vision. One second foggy fear, the next heartbreaking clarity.

Maybe you know how this ends, you know why this is happening even if you try and ignore it. Maybe you realize just then what's going to happen. Not today but eventually, it turns you cold from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.

You might not lie to the pack (lying by omission doesn't carry the same weight) but you lie to yourself often.

You will call Yoongi, you decide. You pick the phone back up and navigate towards Tae’s contact. Your thumb hovers between her name and Jungkook’s. You don’t know if you’ll be able to keep your voice steady calling her but Jungkook will almost certainly be able to tell something's wrong just from your tone alone. He's perceptive like that.

Before you can make the call something moves in your peripheries.

There is a dark figure in the doorway, silhouetted by the light coming from the front door and the bay window. It makes you startle but at second glance it’s just Hobi. You look down at him 3 steps up the stairs. Yoongi's phone in your hand and a gun at the small of your back, covered by the fluff of his sweatshirt.

He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t ask who you were talking on the phone with. He just tilts his in question, eyes teaming with that warm sort of playfulness.

You have a decision to make; let his opinion of the pack remain what it is or change it for good. In an irrevocable way that you won't be able to take back. It feels like too much change too quickly. Barely an hour ago he was telling you he loves you and now-

The thing about secrets is that they’re terribly hard to keep.

Hobi notices, because Hobi always notices when there’s some sort of change in you or a shift in your mood- call it a survival instinct if you won't call it love.

The set of your jaw is less pouty neediness and more leashed discomfort. Your expression is the same one you had when tae came out and you sat with them at the table and told them for you. You'd think that telling other people's secrets would be easier but it isn't.

Hobi knows your tells. What it looks like when you're about to play your hand. Ace's and all.

You descend the last few steps, each one thudding, making sure you're on the same level before you slowly wrap your arms around his waist. You do it slow even though you feel every second like a gunshot wound. Like every second could be Jimin’s last heartbeat.

(thump thump thump)

Pulling yourself in tight. His hands smooth up and down your back. You could call Yoongi but-

Hobi looks down at you, pecking your forehead. He smiles softly, his lips twisting into something like a grimace because you smell a little bit sour. Doesn't mean he's not going to kiss you but-

You wonder how many times he’s kissed you already, it's only been a day but you’re already losing track of how many, maybe 2 dozen now. His eyes flicker from your mouth to your eyes then back again.

“Do you wanna tell me what’s wrong? Or are you just going to pout at me until I go get Yoongi?”

You shake your head and close your eyes hard. "Don't get Yoongi."

Stealing yourself just a little and hold Hobi a little closer, a little harder. But there’s nothing you can say, no lie that you can tell that will make this better. No secret that you could confess either.

“Jin called and something bad has happened.”

You feel more than see the goosebumps on Hobi’s arms as you pull away, the visceral hard swallow as he looks at your face again, waits, expecting you to pull back say-“It’s a joke it’s nothing-“ But it doesn't come.

“You have two choices Hobi, you can go to the pizza shop, and hang out with Tae and Jungkook and Namjoon and Yoongi or-” Hobi searches your face for something he knows; the darkness in your eyes, the vague tremble in your arms around his waist. “Or you can help me and be scared. I kind of-”

I kind of need you

But Hobi should have agency in this and shouldn't just take this path because of you. After Yoongi, you've learned when and where to give people the choice to be dragged into things they'd be better off sidestepping. You don't say it but Hobi hears it all the same.

Hobi looks so earnest but asking this of him is no easy thing. It would be easier if you weren’t so keenly aware that you’re taking away something from him. You’re giving Hobi the choice you never got that Yoongi never got, and he'll choose the same path anyway.

He cups your face, skimming his thumb up and down your cheek.“I’m okay with being scared.” I'm okay with being scared so long as it's for you.

“This is serious, this is- you can’t ask questions until I have time to answer them, you just have to listen, understand?”

“Okay.” He nods, tousled hair fluffing, looking so innocent and eager to please that you almost tell him to just stay home.

But as much as you hate to admit it. If Jimin is injured, there’s a chance you and Jin might need a second pair of hands.

It’s a blur. Tugging on your shoes- the same ones Yoongi got you ages ago for your first date with Jimin and Tae. And when you stand, he’s holding out your jacket for you to step into. When you nuzzle into the collar there's the scent of vanilla there from where Jimin rubbed his nose to your throat when you were at the hospital. It doesn't seem possible that it was only yesterday. Everything is Jimin Jimin Jimin.

“Thank you,” you say, sounding vaguely hollow. He kisses the nape of your neck and you put your hand over it.

You point your feet in the direction of Hobi’s car and get in the driver's seat. Taking his keys from him because you need them, need to be the one who drives right now. Holding the steering wheel and controlling the acceleration. Pressing down as fast as a heartbeat.

Thumpthumpthump.

You pull away from the house with a screech hitting the curb with a bit of flying sparks. you don't even wait for it to warm up. Hobi’s hands are on the plastic console of the driver’s side, holding it to keep himself from bobbing before he's belted in. He looks over at you startled. But he doesn't ask you to slow down.

You keep your eyes on the road, blinking back tears. Controlling your emotions because you can’t drive through blurry eyes. Every inch, every tick of the needle, every second of pavement screeching tire means you're a second closer to jimin.

"Jin’s going to send you an address in a few seconds, and I need you to tell me which way to turn.”

Hobi looks at you and then looks at the phone. He doesn’t try to put on a playlist, he doesn’t try to do anything just stares at you and bobbs in his seat when you take a corner too fast.

“What are you looking at me like that for?”

“Nothing; you’re just driving like if we don’t get there in time, someone is going to die.”

~-~

Hoseok remains remarkably calm for the drive, barely saying anything except for the winces he lets out every time you do something risky with the car like take turns at 30 miles an hour or evade a break check by driving along the shoulder.

You start to pass by empty factory buildings. The wheels of his car thudding over cracks and dips in the road until it becomes dust and gravel and the smell of gasoline permeates the interior of the car. Questions building like the heat pumping from the vents.

But he did promise not to ask until later.

The fog covers everything like a balmy damp shadow, the snow going straight to sublimation. Pockets of old street lamp lights punctuate the darkness. Husks of metal rise like soldiers from the shadows. The sky burning rust orange from the distant lights of the city. Not a single star in sight.

Jin’s car is there; Hobi spots it. Its blue paint stands out through the overlap of grey brush as the car's lights roll over it. Jimin's car is another 50 feet away and buried in the darkness. Shiny and black like the husk of an insect.

You're about a mile away from where they must be doing demolition. A singular crane and floodlights shine across a narrow tributary casting everything; the river and the buildings, into a grey-slanted light.

You pull around in the yard in front of the largest and most intact building. You leave the keys in car tumbling out the second it glides to a stop.

“Stay here.” You say, but Hobi gets out anyway. He hasn’t noticed the gun tucked into your waistband until now. It makes his pulse tick higher when you take it out.

"Hobi, sink or swim?"

He looks down at the gun in your hand, "Swim." You shake your head like you're angry with yourself, not him but you don’t waste another second arguing. You head off following the disturbed dust and Hobi trails behind. Ducking from pocket of light to pocket of light.

He always wondered what happened to the gun you’d pointed at him that night you’d run away. That train ticket that still burns a hole in his pocket, a distraction maybe from larger questions he should have been asking.

The way you hold the gun is not practiced; and why should it be? The only one who knows how to handle guns in the pack is Jimin. But the way you walk; completely silent is heartbreakingly familiar. Hobi knows how and why you've learned to move quietly. It's almost a dance; the way you glide across the floor. The gun is an extension of your arms. Spreading and flaying like a wing. Pinky to trigger, your index finger balanced along the barrel.

Hobi had always assumed that it belonged to Yoongi. It was almost 6 months ago now, wasn’t it? Hobi had almost forgotten about it.

There are some things that you never forget. Trauma makes his bones quiet. He's not as good at walking silently as you are but if the crunch of his red Converse against the gravel bothers you; you say nothing.

Hobi feels like he should have asked more questions about it at the time, but now he just bites his lip and stays quiet. You'd promised. You'll tell him in time. Hobi trusts you.

That's the worst thing, isn't it? That Hobi trusts you.

Jimin is sitting in one of the puddles of light, leaning up against one of the containers on the ground floor. Alone. You let out a quiet bereft when you see him. You and Hobi pause in the doorway. Your hand on the gun goes slack

“Minnie!”

you run to him, tucking the gun back into your waistband and falling to your knees at his side. Fingers finding wet-dark fabric. Not water but blood.

Hobi stays there in the doorway, his pulse thudding through his ears, an odd sort of peace to him as he takes in the details. The blood that pools dark on the dusty floor.

Jimin’s half covered with dust himself. Something wooden and red in his lap. The blood that’s dripped down his shoulder gathering there. There is a dragged-through patch of dirt a few feet away, more blood, and Jin is nowhere to be found.

Minnie’s eyelashes flutter. “Alpha-” you say. Almost sobbing in relief that he's alive. Alive you can handle. Alive you can work with. You bend down, getting your hand on his cheek. "Hey- wake up for me a sec okay? We're gonna get you out of here-"

“Hey pup” he laughs half delirious with pain, wincing like making the sound hurts him. “You came to the party" he coughs. "Did you bring Tae?”

You pull back to look at him. “Tae?”

Jimin grins, eyes fluttering closed and his pretty face tipped up against the light. His lips have blood on him- and it looks like a disturbing imitation of Tae’s lipstick. The shadows she leaves on your mouth, on his.

“Yeah- wanna tell her I love her. Wanna tell her I’m sorry. Could you tell her for me?”

This is something Tied tourniquet tight around Jimin’s shoulder to keep him from bleeding out. something you didn't immediately notice. You stare down at the vest now- at the yellow patch letters slowly darkening with blood.

FBI, and then in smaller letters; Organized crime division, Dir. Kim.

Jin appears from around the corner, covered in dust and blood across his thighs, and his throat. So quick you barely have time to raise the gun and then put it down when you see it's not some stranger- someone sent from Yoongi's family to tie up loose ends.

Your hand tightens on the gun as you stare at Jin.

The sleeves of his button-down shirt are rolled up to his forearms and black nitrile gloves cover his hands; same as Jimin's- although one is ripped. His eyes flick from you to Hobi and he almost flinches.

“Jesus fucking Christ-” Jin looks back at you. “Did you have to tell Hobi?”

You bristle “I didn’t tell him anything yet. That’s how you properly protect people. Instead of you know-” The insult doesn’t make sense and neither does your anger. Jin is your pack omega but it doesn’t feel like it when you grab his lapel and shake him a little. He doesn’t move, You’re too slight to alter his course.

Hobi stumbles to your side, hand on your shoulder and Jin's. The pack omega almost flinches at the touch.

“Will both of you swallow your god damn pride and-”

The three of you fall silent when Jimin reaches up to grab your thigh.

Jimin's hand on your wrist goes vice-tight, and when you look down at him, he's more lucid. More there through the haze of pain and blood. "If anyone has any right to be mad at Jinnie- it's me."

You stare Jin down, and after a breath, he's the one who looks away from your glare, taking your hands from his coat and gently detangling them.

"Let's just get him to the fucking car." You bite out. And you get back on your knees to gently guide Jimin away from leaning up against the metal. Get your hand around Jimin’s good arm and start to try and tug him to his feet. His eyes follow you fever bright. “Tell Tae that yourself when we get you out of here.”

the three of you get jimin on his feet. Jin under his good shoulder and Hobi by his hip you there, grabbing Jimin's gun and the mask from the ground. Hobi almost trips on a piece of metal.

He’s being so good with this so- so normal. Making pregnant and stressed eye contact with you when you look at him but stay mostly silent.

Jimin’s car keys fall onto the dusty earth just as you get to Hobi’s. placing jimin gently into the backseat before you stop to pick them up.

“My car; they can’t find it here.” You glance at Jin, then Hobi, looking grey.

“Someone needs to be in the back of the car to stabilize you. you can’t just be flopping around when we drive to the-” You break off because oh this just got so much worse; there’s no way that Jimin’s going to be able to go to the hospital. Even with injuries like this.

You make eye contact with Jin again, and both of you realize at the same time, the mountain of evidence that must be inside it, but you're only the three of you- if you take Jimin's car and Hobi takes his and Jin takes his own- no one will be there to hold Minnie and keep him stable. But who knows when you'll have a chance to come back and get Jimin's car.

If the authorities find his car and the body still inside that building. There's no shortage of what they might be able to convict Jimin for. If there was ever a time that you needed another person it would be right now. You should have called Yoongi.

You look up at Jin, “Get rid of it, we just have to-”

“The river-” You stand there, two opposite sides of the same coin both grinning because it's a good plan.

“If we sink it, they’ll never find it.”

A couple of miles away where the floodlights shine, they must knock over something large because you hear the boom and feel the tremble in the earth.

You take everything out of the car first, throwing it into the front seat of Hobi's car. Hobi tries not to think about the items too hard. The sniper rifle, the 3 bulletproof vests, or the ski mask. There's a variety of other equipment underneath the false bottom, arranged perfectly, everything has its spot. An empty tranquilizer gun. Ropes and black trash bags.

The three of you work like a polished team. Moving the car as close as you can to the water Near an old dry dock that flooded, where the soil turns soft and spongy.

It’s hard to push even though you put the car in neutral. the three of you still have to put all your weight into it. Jimin waits in Hobi’s car, parked on the edge. Watching your sluggish procession.

“Take your time, it’s not like I’m dying over here or anything.”

“Shut up you are not going to die” You snap. The line of the doorframe digs into your shoulder as you push with all your might, putting all of your anger and betrayal behind it because it has nowhere to go otherwise.

Jimin really isn’t helping. Hand pressed over his bullet wound, blood slowly dripping from between his fingers.

Your feet fight against the muck, sliding through it, cold and gross around your ankles. Water soaks your socks.

“Seriously I’m bleeding all over the interior. gonna have to get it detailed after i'm gone.” Hobi picks his head up from the other side, grinning at you. You think it’s the first time you’ve even felt a ghost of a smile grace your face since you got the call. He has no idea how much you need that smile.

“It’s red, won’t stain. Don't worry minnie.”

“Your concern for me is glowing.” He's smiling but Jimin’s hand is knuckle-tight over his shoulder.

“Shut up.” you grind out.

Once you get going downhill it’s easy to push the car, down down down until you hit the muck, knee-deep in the fowl-smelling stuff. You walk with it into the icy water. Hobi’s sweatshirt is so big on you and it billows around you in the brackish water. Weighing you down like an anchor in a storm. You guide the car and the cold water is up to your waist. The car thuds and then shudders, bubbling as you get it deeper and deeper.

"That should be good. Come on."

You think you’re fine until you try to pull away from the side of the car and can’t.

Hobi is already cutting through the water back towards the shore, his back to you. You can’t move, and the car is sinking inch by inch. Slowly dragging you along with it. Some corner of your sweatshirt snagged on the doorframe or hooked.

Your hands move scrabbling. Trying to find the spot at your hip where you’re caught. But you can’t see, the water is so dark you can't even see your hands below the surface. Is it terror or just the cold that makes your hands so uncooperative?

You haven’t even had time to cry out before there is a body behind you, hand closing around the spot where you’re snagged under the water, ripping the fabric with strong hands.

Jin’s hands don’t leave you once he’s untangled you, grabbing your hips and dragging you back, back through the mud and up to the embankment. His hand on the back of your neck, “I’ve got you pup, you’re okay, you’re fine.”

Hobi’s already standing up there, soaking wet too. The dust pills on your pant legs and behind you, the car gives one last gurgle. Disappearing for good.

In the dusty darkness, you look at Jin. His gaunt face, soaked with muck like you are. The ends of his hair clumped together, muddy. You blink up at him and he blinks down at you, water in his eyes.

Jimin and Hobi wait, watching you both stand there. Suddenly the gun in your waistband feels too heavy to carry any longer.

Jin closes his eyes, screwing them shut tight like he's waiting for you to shove him again. “Before you yell at me, you should know that Yoongi already knows, about me being an FBI agent. He's known since the beginning."

there is a moment of silence where hobi looks from you to jin. But then You collide with Jin burying your face in the front of his shirt. He swallows past the lump in his throat. One bloody hand comes up to touch your hair and cradle the back of your head.

“Pup- we don’t have time, we have to go. Minnie-” You pull back, eyes wet.

“Alright- alright- just- we’ll meet you at home?”

Jin turns to Hobi, nodding. Hoseok stoops, putting Jimin's legs in the back of the car, they're shaking. All of Jimin is shaking. His body is in shock from losing so much blood and from the cold.

“Don’t speed, I’ll be right behind you. Don’t give anyone a reason to pull you over.”

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(Namjoon.)

The inside of the pizza parlor is balmy with the smell of cooking dough, garlic, parmesan cheese, and Jungkook's happy sunny scent. So at odds with the cold outside.

Namjoon watches Tae and Jungkook giggle and act like pups. Heart clenching the way it always does when he looks at the pack. They smell like roses and honey, like spring days far away now in winter but Namjoon can already feel the spring warmth thawing his tiredness left over from work. A haze to the edge of his vision like he's feeling bumble-bee fluff and sucking honey from the air.

Hope is hot and necessary like sunlight, and Namjoon has a whole lot of it for the future right now. and good for him honestly- it's the last easy breathes he's going to have for a good long while.

He can't believe it. You and Hobi. His body gives an involuntary happy shiver.

Yoongi catches it and raises a knowing eyebrow.

The pack is willing to wait here and give you and Hobi a little more time to sort things out. They've given you hours, they'll give maybe one more. They've already taken Tae and Jungkook out for ice cream. Dessert before dinner has both of them sugar high and hyper.

The pizza parlor is mostly empty- there are no glares or looks as they laugh loud and try to imitate a dance, jungkook's phone propped up on a napkin holder.

Namjoon and yoongi don't join in, they just stare at each other. Yoongi looks like he might be a little bit in shock, the scent blooming every few seconds, sweet chocolate cocoa when he thinks of it, and salty worry when he reaches over to check Tae's phone- just to see if you've texted.

Namjoon knows, and so does Jungkook because Jungkook knows everything.

“I can’t believe they actually-” Jungkook snorts, this isn’t the first time Yoongi’s repeated those words, he’s been muttering it under his breath every few minutes for the last few hours, mostly to himself. Jungkook indulges him this time.

“I know- I thought they’d be emotionally constipated for at least another month.”

Jungkook’s hand is nearly permanently glued to the back of Yoongi’s neck, squeezing reassuringly every few seconds. Even as he and Tae giggle and fall into each other, watching back their video on Tae’s phone. Her sparkly phone case catches the light, and little bits of glitter fall and trickle slowly just like the snow falling outside.

Namjoon's thoughts slush slowly.

Namjoon feels settled down to his bones, in that deep-seated alpha way that he’s not sure he’d be able to articulate even if he tried. Nesting tonight is gonna hit so fucking well. Namjoon is going to scent both you and Hobi until he can feel the sex and pleasure on his teeth and tongue, might just need to taste your arousal for himself. He'll be sweet about it and give you a little wiggle room just to put you back in your places. He feels half feral wanting it already. If he's not careful a scenting like that might send Hobi into rut or you into heat.

Namjoon's almost trembling at the idea of it.

God fucking damn it, he's so in love it hurts a little. He’s sure that Yoongi feels the same deep calmness, the sense of rightness, thinking about you and Hobi.

Yoongi’s lopsided grin says It finally fucking happened. Namjoon’s dimpled smile says, I know, I’m surprised we didn’t have to orchestrate it. They don’t have to say it, the soft words would be swallowed up under the music playing over the loudspeaker (the idol group that Jimin guards- their newest hit).

Their knees are nested between each other’s on the too-small table and too-small seats. Namjoon’s big palm on Yoongi’s knee all tight. His hand over the pack alphas, tangling and playing together in a way that Jin would call flirting without words and Tae might call poetic.

The pack took one car to the pizza place, Namjoon's, gathering snow outside. Probably a bad move honestly because Namjoon is on call. The surgery this morning went off without a hitch, clipping aneurysms on a middle-aged alpha usually goes off without a hitch because Namjoon is quite good at his job. If anything happens post-op Namjoon will have to leave them stranded here.

As Namjoon watches something crosses Yoongi’s face that looks a bit like confusion, his hand leaves Namjoon’s to settle on his hip. Eyebrows pulling together.

Huh? Is it the mating mark?

Their food has just arrived, cauliflower pizza for Jungkook, a messy calzone for Yoongi, and his own meat-filled slice when his phone buzzes in his pocket. Namjoon smiles seeing Hobi’s contact, and answers it. It’s you on the line when he picks up.

“Whatever you do, don’t put me on speaker. Don’t react. Just go somewhere where you won’t be overheard by anyone.” Namjoon's smile falls instantly.

Something about your tone has goosebumps rising on his arms. inexplicable, whether it's instincts or just the fact that Namjoon knows your voice and has never heard you sound like this that tips him off he's not sure.

You’re in the back of Hobi’s car, Jimin sprawled across your lap, your fingers stroking down his cheek, your other hand putting pressure on his bullet wound. Jimin lets out these little hiccupping breaths and in the front seat, Hobi’s eyes flick to the two of you. Your pause your call to soothe him, letting him inhale big settling breaths of your scent. Nose and mouth pressed hard to your wrist. Teeth biting down because Jimin needs something to muffle his pained growl.

"Just hold on Minnie, I know it hurts. We’re almost back to the house."

Namjoon hears it, and his whole body goes cold.

You can say many things about the pack, about pack alphas and pack omegas, but listening goes both ways. Namjoon would never dream of disobeying you when you talk like this. Namjoon stands and walks to the door mechanically. Only when he’s outside, cold air swirling around him, does he speak.

“What’s wrong?”

“Something’s happened," Namjoon closes his eyes "-and I need you not to tell the others. I need you to come home and leave Jungkook and Tae. Jimin's hurt and we need you.”

Namjoon feels the moment the tense breath in his chest sticks there and he realizes you’re not joking. Jungkook looks up, furrowing his eyebrows at Namjoon in the dark window. The snowflakes falling catch the lamplight around him, dotting his red sweatshirt like the reverse of blood on snow.

There’s a pause and then, “There’s a lot you don’t know, but I need you to hurry.”

Namjoon nods then pauses when he realizes you can’t see. He’s not sure he’s ever heard you sound so serious.

“Do you understand why I’m asking you this Namjoon?”

Namjoon has always been an honest alpha, even when it doesn’t stroke his ego. “No.”

“Because if Tae sees what’s happening, she’s going to need someone to comfort her, and everyone needs to be focused on mini right now.” Your voice trembles, breaking. Below you, Jimin smiles, leaning into your arm. Babbling little and delirious from pain and blood loss.

“Love you so much Tae- wanna be your mate- wanna marry you too if y/n lets me- wanna have your pups."

"Jimin. You are an alpha. You can't get pregnant." Hobi says dryly from the driver's seat, making a very careful left turn that's so slow that it garners a honk from the people behind him.

"But Tae could at least try-"

You close your eyes against the lights of the highway, and across your lap you feel wet soaking into your pant legs. You don't look down, You know it’s blood. It’s so warm, spilling across your knees like sunshine. Bubbling up with every heartbeat.

You don’t know how much more blood Jimin can lose before it’s critical, which is why you need Namjoon.

“-And if Jungkook finds out the stress could make him have a seizure.”

Namjoon is silent on the other end of the line. Completely quiet. Frozen on the sidewalk outside of the pizza place. Above him, the pastel blue pizzeria sign buzzes and flickers. Namjoon inhales the cold air, his exhale coming out warm and steamy visible. When he turns to look inside Yoongi is already staring.

Namjoon must look devastated because Yoongi shoots to his feet. Saying something to the others before he heads out after Namjoon. The bell clinging until he's right there reaching for the phone.

“I’ll see you at home.” You shut your eyes tight. “Bring Yoongi too. I need him.”

The phone in Namjoon’s hands buzzes and when he looks the call has disconnected.

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It's a good thing that most of the snow has melted off or else you’d have a harder time concealing Jimin’s bleeding form as you pull into the driveway. You’re barely outside for a handful of seconds. No curtains move in the shuttered windows of your neighbors. No one is in the cul-de-sac, not even Noodle is waiting for you on the rock wall.

There is no red trail in the snow, just a few drops that land on the dark slate walkway that you’ll clean up before morning. The porch light is off and Your hand leaves a dark imprint on the railing as you rush to open the door for Jin and Hobi, supporting Jimin between the two of them.

But the door opens before you can get to it.

"Joonie!” Jimin's tone drips with false cheer, grinning at the pack alpha and your mate standing just inside the house. As Jin and hobi half drag and half carry Jimin inside and out of sight. Blood dripps down the side of his face from his temple to his chin.

“Holy fuck” your mate mutters. Out of Jin and Hobi and you- you easily have the most blood on yourself. Your pants are soaked through with it and muck from the river, even your hair feels wet and sticky. You must certainly look like a sight, like something out of a nightmare or a bad memory- yoongi can take his pick.

(In truth, the sight of you blood soaked brings up only one other night in yoongi's memory; a night just as tense and pain filled as this. the night you killed Geumjae. This won't be the last time Yoongi sees you soaked in blood either. But at least next time the blood you'll wear won't be the packs and you'll be wearing it as a king and not a pawn).

The drive must have truly taken a toll on him because the second the door closes behind you Jimin’s knees give out and his eyes roll back, passing out as the last bit of energy vanishes from his body. Hobi almost falls with him, but Namjoon and Yoongi are quick to come to his aid.

“Quick- the table.”

Yoongi clears the dining room table with a simple swipe of his hands, sending the bowl of tangerines scattering, rolling like many mini suns across the hardwood floor. They put him down as gently as they can, but Jimin's a puppet with his strings cut. Namjoon swoops in, more trained than any of you, grabbing Jimin’s ankles and holding them up above his heart.

"Come on- Minnie- come on " Namjoon reaches over to tap Jimin’s cheek, gentle once and harder the second time, more of a true slap. Jimin gasps awake, but he’s only half conscious. It’s twilight, his eyelashes fluttering face pale. Mumbling Tae's name over and over again.

"Jin, hold his legs up for me- here"

You’ve never seen Namjoon move so mechanically, so professionally. He's already wearing sterile gloves. His black doctor’s bag cracked open and full of gauze and other medical paraphernalia. The skin around the bullet wound is pinched with blood. Gushing fresh as Namjoon cuts away as much of the tourniquet as he dares with a pair of kitchen shears.

Jimin’s head lolls to the side.

Namjoon lets out a single wet noise. You haven’t heard him cry in so long, you don’t realize that’s what it is until you look at his face.

Your mate’s face is pale and gaunt as he looks at you over the dining room table. “Didn’t you tell him anything?”

“No- I wasn’t sure what to say, I-” Yoongi’s eyes flicker down to Minnie, then up at Jin who looks like he might be about to pass out himself. Holding himself away.

“Who shot him? Did someone corner you? Jin-”

Jin lifts his chin about to confess but before he can Namjoon snaps “Everyone needs to be quiet- please.”

Namjoon places his stethoscope oh so gently to jimin's skin Even the slight action makes Jimin’s face twist in pain. The whole pack is quiet and still, like statues.

The moment passes syrup slow, And Namjoon moves his stethoscope an inch to the left, then the right. Only then does he toss it down onto the floor. Grabbing a sterile towel from his medicine bag and presses it hard over the bullet wound. Closing his eyes and grimacing before he stuffs it, fingers and all into the bullet wound.

Jimin jerks violently, howling, nearly thrashing in pain if it weren’t for Namjoon and Yoongi and you holding him down. He flails, hitting you in the face knocking you back.

Hobi catches you before you fall. “I’m fine, it’s okay just- help them hold Minnie" your hand over your hot cheek. It will probably bruise- but you don't even care as you watch as Namjoon pulls himself onto the kitchen table, putting his full body weight over the bullet wound to try and stem the bleeding.

“He needs a hospital. We need to pack it and then take him there. He’s lost too much blood.”

"We can’t- all bullet wounds need to be mandated reported.”

It’s not all that large of a hole to be honest. Maybe a finger with on the back side and a little smaller at Jimin's front because Jin shot Jimin at such close range. It’s a threw and threw. Even though Namjoon packed the front his back still leaks steadily.

“But Jimin will live, whatever’s going on-” Namjoon shares a glace with Yoongi Jin, then you- and you watch as it dawns on him. “wait- You do know what’s going on, theres something you're not telling me.”

It's accusatory but you nod while Jin and Yoongi stay placid. Namjoon looks once at Jin again then at you, deciding who he trusts more to correctly gauge the odds.

Namjoon looks at you, waiting.

“If the wrong people find out Jiminie is- that he’s-” you pause, and Jimin grimaces, there is blood on his teeth, in his mouth. “It might not just be him hurt by the end of it.”

“But we can’t just let him die.”

Hobi just stands by the couch, your nest just tousled as you’d left it what feels like a lifetime ago. for the first time that night- hobi breaks.

"Oh my god Jimin's going to die-"

Jin's hands are in his hair, yanking, "Tae is going to kill me-"

“Shut up, no one is dying yet. If he dies on us I’ll kill him myself.” you scoff, holding Jimin’s wrist, his hand. “I won’t even bother with a gun I’ll just..."

You fall silent with a sudden intake of breath. Yoongi's head whips in your direction. Jin too looks up from where he was just bowed, realization lighting his eyes up bright.

The three of you share a look and for a second, the only sound is Jimin's blood dripping. A little faster with every heartbeat. Down the leg of the kitchen table onto the floor in red rivulets.

Drip drip drip.

(What you don’t know about Jin and Yoongi’s tentative agreement is that even though they know about each other- they've still been on either side of this. They’ve never worked with each other, never shared querying glances like this. It's a special secret language that thieves and secret killers share.)

Yoongi follows your line of sight to the kitchen. The knives sit sheathed in the knife block. The same ones that he bought Jin as a fancy courting present years ago. The same one's Yoongi sharpens before he cuts the meat that the pack eats for samgyeopsal and bulgogi and shabushabu.

A sharp cut is an easy cut to fix, unlike a blown-apart cavernous bullet wound.

“No.” Is your first reaction. Even though it was your idea. “It’s too dangerous.”

"It won't work." is Jin's response. Namjoon glances from you to him. He hasn't yet realized what you're talking about. doesn't posess the same finess for bloodshed that the three of you do (the three of you could conquer the world, you just haven't' realized it yet)

"It will work." Yoongi straightens. there are whispers of darkness on yoongi's face. a childhood he doesn't talk about in his eyes. a childhood filled of blood and less kindness than you'd think; for it to have made a man like yoongi; who knows how to be gentle because he's felt every kind of unplesantness there is.

"I've seen it done before. A long time ago but still- it works."

“What,” Namjoon snaps. "Are you guys fucking talking about?"

“There’s another option.” Yoongi’s hands are on Jimin, holding his wrists down. his other hand tucking his hair behind his ears and kissing his bloody cheek. His hands are getting colder and there isn’t much time. He’s quiet for a moment, lips pressed to jimin's skin, before he looks up. None of you want to say what you’re thinking.

“A good stab wound with a larger knife, through and through will disguise the bullet wound. It will stop him from bleeding any more. No one will know that Jimin was shot and we can take him to the hospital."

Namjoon’s scent is sour, sour, and acrid and it makes Jimin arch in pain, face twisted. He still doesn't understand why no one must know that Jimin was shot. Still doesn't understand that it was Jin who shot him. He'll learn later over hospital coffee but for now, he misses the blood-soaked and cut up FBI vest laying in a heap on your dining room floor. No yellow left on it- just red.

“Oh, absolutely not. I’m not letting anyone stab anybody."

Jimin’s head lolls on the table. His mumbled words fall on deaf ears. “Stab away….might as well…already stabbed through the fucking heart from Tae" (how could Cupid be so cruel?)

"Joonie look at me." Your hand is on Namjoon’s arm, his shoulder, the back of his neck and he rounds on you. Alpha aggression striking before Namjoon can reign in his instincts. He almost snaps his teeth at you. You don't react at the alpha baring his teeth in your face because underneath it all is the panic of a child, a pup who's terrified he's about to lose his family (a sinking feeling in his gut that says maybe, he already has.)

You understand, you know what it's like to feel that way.

Your voice is so calm and gentle. “Namjoon- you just have to trust me. If we take Jimin to the hospital and if they have a reason to take his fingerprints. There is a very good chance Minnie will go to prison. That I will go to prison- that Yoongi will too.”

Jin blinks, eyelashes fluttering. And Namjoon is silent, Hobi's silent too. All of them watching you. Your hands are steady, and your eyes are clear. The clearest they've ever seen.

“There is a lot we haven’t told you. But you need to trust me.”

It’s then that he spots it. Yoongi’s tone is dark as he yanks the wooden mask out of Hoseok's hands. Yoongi would know those masks anywhere; the one that the family gives its employees. This specific type is to delineate a non-relative. The specific kind is the mask that killers wear.

“Where the fuck did you get this?”

You look up at him, “it’s Minnie’s.”

Yoongi’s chest heaves, breath coming quick and fast. “No, it’s not- it can’t be.”

Namjoon’s teeth look particularly sharp when he snaps. “Does anyone but me give a fuck about Jimin right now? Or do you guys only want to pretend that you do?” The rest of the pack watches Namjoon as he ties a new tourniquet. A better one. he can't meet your eyes. quiet and furious as he pulls the knot tight.

“There are too many ligaments in Jimin’s arm, you could cripple him.”

“What other choice do we have?"

“So thats it?” your voice is a shred past hysterical, “we just take him to the hospital and let him go to jail, or let him bleed out and die here?”

The four of you stand over Jimin, on the kitchen table, the spot where you’ve eaten dinner and broken bread and loved each other for the last year. A place of nourishment and love now a place of pain and terror.

You walk three strides to the kitchen and grab the largest steak knife from the kitchen block. Your eyes dark and determined as you stare them down.

"I'll do it if you won't! I'm not letting Jimin go to prison!" you blink tears out of your eyes and there is a moment of silence, a moment where everyone just looks at you.

There is a warm body at your back, a strong chest and long arms that you know circling your waist to pull you back against them. Rubbing soft down your stomach as another comes up to guide your hand. long fingers that curl around your small fist. Grabbing the knife and guiding it, syrup slow out of your grasp.

"There we go" hobi says, words whisper soft.

It's like his words break the spell. “Give me that thing before you hurt yourself.” namjoon snaps.

Namjoon holds the knife and everyone watches as he walks to the pack's liquor cabinet. grabbing the nearest highest proof bottle that he can find and pouring it over the kitchen blade.

“If anyone’s going to do it, it should be me, because I know where Jimin’s joint is.” The pack nods, agreeing. Scattering.

You toss a rag to Jin. “Wipe the gunshot residue from your hands before we get to the hospital. Wipe Jimin’s too while you’re at it. Just in case.”

Namjoon holds the knife in the kitchen. You all have some amount of Jimin’s blood on you and he blinks from the table lucid.

“Yoongi,” Namjoon asks, staring down at Jimin, knife in his hand. “Go outside and warm up the car. You’ll drive because you have the steadiest hands besides me.”

You and Jin and Hobi are silent, everyone just watches namjoon for a second. Yoongi hesitates, turning back in the doorway. "Do it from behind that way Jimin can say he didn't see who stabbed him."

Namjoon nods, looking down.

There is Jimin’s blood on the doorknob and the floor. You wonder who’s going to clean it up.

“Yoongi,” Namjoon asks, and your mate starts, running out the door, leaving it open so that the cold can slip in. Namjoon’s hand tightens on the knife.

Jimin grins up at him from the table, eyelashes fluttering.

"Do it."

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Notes:

the line "A faceless god, if you’re going to take so much from him- the least you can do is give me this." is a call back to a line all the way in the beginning of the series where tae writes "the least you could have done was leave me whole" about yoongi.

the beginning feels a little drawn out but honestly i feel like it's such a traumatizing moment that it makes sense. the beginning was one of those cases that i read it so many times i can't tell if its ass or gas- so it's up for you to decide. i like the later parts of the chapter a lot better.

All things said, hobi is taking this incredibly well.

I was such a sleepy bunny editing this this morning! i'm sorry if there are more errors than usual.

ooh they fighting~ this might be a little bit of a /oh shit/ confession- but i greatly belived that the m/c would have killed jin had she thought that he was actually trying to kill jimin for being involved with the mafia like- one wrong move on his part and she might have shot him. they're gonna forget about it and nothing will change between them but god- that moment where he comes around the corner could have gone so bad if she was a little more trigger happy.

honestly i started to hate this chapter halfway through editing it, if there was ever one that i needed you to show love to its this one god 😮‍💨 i never thought i'd feel out of practice writing this sort of thing.

are the funny parts out of place? do they break up the terror too much or just the right amount?

I cannot take credit for the methodology behind how they hide jimin's bullet wound. i will confess this is copied from an episode of Elementary- ie the american version of sherlock. i tried to look it up if you could possibly conceal bullet wounds this way and didn't find anything so you're just gonna have to trust me.

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lbxbx · 4 months

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Cockpit 2 | knj

Pair: Namjoon x reader

Summary: Namjoon goes through a rough time while getting a divorce, meeting you at the club two weeks in a row when attraction becomes unreal.

Rating: +18 mature content, Smut, divorce, fatherhood,

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Two weeks later you decided on going to the same club you celebrated Yoongi’s last weekend as a single man, and after a long debate with yourself, you choose a tight red dress with spaghetti straps which compliments your boobs, and you take pride in them.

You have the same table booked, Hoseok knows someone who manages to get the same table for you every time.

“I’m so sorry, I got off work late.” Taehyung joins you finally. “I had to get home and change, what did I miss?”

Taehyung’s personality and duality scares you. You and him met in a club, he seemed like the typical bad boy that was out of every girl’s league, until he got drunk and super wasted, and you started taking body shots off of each other, he needed friends like you, and he considers you the closest to him and his safe space he can be himself and comfortable. He comes to you when he has any minor inconvenience in his life, and you do a great job helping him, but with people outside of your circle, he’s suddenly mean, quiet and obnoxious, everyone gets obnoxious around new people, but he completely refuses to give in quickly, he has to study everyone first, he’s absolutely intelligent in a different way, and he can find out an individual’s personality based off of looks.

“Yoongi and Mia arrived to Mauritius.” You unlock your phone to show him a picture Yoongi sent to your group chat, Yoongi and Mia feeding a giant turtle. Taehyung pouts. “We should have gone with them.”

“Honey moon is for sex and none of us is getting laid any time soon.” Jimin says in a serious tone, which makes Taehyung immediately interrupt- “Speak for yourself, I have a girlfriend.”

“You’re right, I think I grew my virginity back.” Jimin’s laugh is immediately wiped off when Jin kicks him in the shin. You click your tongue at Jin. “But he’s right.” You shrug. “Last time I had sex was back in march and I wasn’t so happy about it.”

“Oh please tell them what happened.” Hoseok took a sip of his drink, they look at you waiting for you to finish your story.

“No, my sex life is not going to be tonight’s topic.” You point at Hoseok, knowing if you finish your story they’re going to judge you so hard for it, they’re men after all.

“It’s an interesting subject and we’re all adults.” Jungkook interrupts and looks at Hoseok. “Is it that bad?”

Hoseok nods and you roll your eyes at him.

“What happened?” Seokjin asks, leaning forward eager to know more.

It is getting more embarrassing speaking of your sex life around a table full of men, but you actually finish. “I faked it and I don’t regret it.”

They are genuinely upset around the table as if you offended every man on planet earth and hurt their pride.

“Just tell him how he could’ve done it.” Jin whines, and Hoseok agrees. “That’s what I told her.”

“Oh shut up,” You huff and straighten your back. “One of you, get up and get us drinks let’s start the night.”

Jungkook excuses himself to use the bathroom, Jin gets up to order drinks and Jimin had to take a call outside the club.

Sitting across from Hoseok who was discussing with Taehyung the last time he had sex, you examine the club and look around, fingers intertwined, you start swaying your shoulders to the music before you grab your bottle of water and untwist it to take a few sips, you manage to spell some on your dress and chest which makes you gasp because that water is too cold for your liking.

“Shit.” You cuss under your breath and freeze in your chair, Taehyung is the first one to react and gets up. “I’ll get you tissues.” But Hoseok was even quicker to burrow some tissues from table right behind him, a familiar voice rings right across you, from behind Hoseok.

“There you go.”

“Thank you.” Hoseok pulls a few tissues and helps you dry yourself, you try to look behind Hoseok but he moves a lot and he is standing in the way, you grow impatient to know who that voice belongs to.

Hoseok finally sits down after making sure you’re alright, and finally about time, your eyes meet with the owner of that familiar voice.

Namjoon.

The moment your eyes meet, your stomach drops and you feel your shoulders tensing, you press your thighs together, and your lip lifts up in a tiny grin, you actually did get to see him again.

Your chest rises higher when your breathing becomes quicker and you clear your throat.

Are you nervous or just horny and thirsty over Namjoon?

He grabs his drink and takes a tiny sip, mirroring your grin, his dimple barely showing which makes you panic, because at this moment, you’re high key just staring at him with lifted eyebrows and wide eyes.

Hoseok and Taehyung to immersed in the conversation to notice.

You out of habit cross your legs and chew down on your lip, Jin comes back with so many drinks in his hands, he can barely put them down, Hoseok helps him and you finally take the drink you ordered in your hands, you bring it closer to your mouth, eyes still attached to Namjoon, you wink at him the way her winked at you that night, and you take a huge sip of your drink. Did you actually just do that? You’re totally panicking on the inside.

You try so hard to maintain your facial expression and keep it steady, which makes you clearly see him stress about it, he puts his drink down and scratches the back of his dark hair, he laughs too which makes him earn looks and stares from friends, he says something to them and you see him explain with his hands, his long fingers and knuckles making a show entertaining enough for you to glue your eyes to.

You hide your laugh behind your cup and take another sip. He’s clumsy.

“Y/N” Jimin calls out your name, you snap your head to him, he’s holding a tray full of shots. “We’re playing truth or dare, are you joining?”

You look back at Namjoon, you see him putting his hands on the table and using it for support to get up, he heads to the bar and faces the dance floor, his elbows leaning back on the bar, he looks at you and tilts his head towards the empty chair next to him. Is he asking you to come?

You decide to act on it quickly and shake your head to Jimin, “You guys start, I need to get a few more drinks before.” You get up and put your hand behind Jimin’s back. “I’ll join you when I’m ready.”

They already start arguing over the rules of the game, you make your way towards the bar slowly, you know he’s watching you, you brush softly against his shoulder which makes your nose pick up his manly cologne and now that you’re standing next to him, this man is so big and tall.

His breath is already irregular and yours is too, but you applaud yourself for not making it obvious, you can feel his big arm brushing against your bare skin and so can he, your skin burns him, and with that alone, he rewinds the scenario he saw in the shower, and he tells himself to focus.

You try so hard not to look at him with the corner of your eyes, and you focus on the bartender, you clear your throat and say in a tone you don’t recognize, you actually cringe at yourself on the inside, are you really trying to sound calm and sexy?

But it works because Namjoon just unlocked something new to use in his imagination when he jerks off to you in the shower.

“Can I please get a mojito—“ You turn to look at Namjoon, you eye him from head to toe, “And a beer for the gentleman.”

Namjoon is already struggling with you, he realizes that both of you are making a move on each other, so he’s trying to stay calm and cool.

“Coming right up.” The bartender leaves to make you the drinks. The tension increases and you look at him, his eyes meet yours, before he laughs, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

You laugh too and climb up on the stool, you cross your legs and lean one elbow on the bar, facing Namjoon.

It takes seconds for you to pick up courage to start the talk since he isn’t saying anything.

“You’re the one who asked me to come here.” You start, he nods slowly, eyes focused on people on the dance floor. “Well, practically, I didn’t.”

He’s so nervous, so are you, but he’s way more nervous than you are.

“Mhm.” You nod, staring at his face from aside, his nose, his lips between his teeth, you lean your chin on your palm and still look at him and eating him with your eyes.

He can feel your eyes on him, he turns and meets your eyes, he laughs nervously again, you feel bad for him so you actually decide to look away and make him less uncomfortable, the bartender puts your drinks down, you grab the beer and hand it to Namjoon, then grab your drink and clink it with the beer in his hand.

He looks at you, this time not laughing, he brings the bottle closer to his mouth and takes a gulp, eyes still connected to yours, you take a sip from your drink and put it down.

“Are those your friends?” You point your head towards the table he was sitting at.

He nods. “Co workers actually.”

“What do you do?” You tilt your head, trying to build an image in your head, he looks like someone employed in a company, you’ve seen him twice, every time dressed in a suit. Probably a bank. No he could a teacher.

“Do you want to guess?” He studies your face. “You’re already trying to guess.”

“Smart ass, Hmm..” You nod and laugh when he laughs, you’re amused, is he actually smart or were you too easy to read?

“I’m a—“ He’s interrupted by you shaking your head, you want to play this game now. “Let me try and guess.”

He finds it cute, he closes his mouth and gestures you with hands to go ahead and try to guess.

You look into his face and try to build an image of what he could do in his life? Not that tanned, so it must be an indoor job, tall and big which means he could be an athlete, not too big to be a coach, he looks smart, probably a teacher? No offence to teachers but they’re not that sculpted and good looking.

Your eyes switch down to his body, you look at his hands, then look back at him, wondering if it’s okay to look at them, he shrugs and gives you his right hand, you hold it into yours, twist and turn it, look at his fingers, long and fucking attractive but he totally doesn’t draw or grade papers.

“At least give me a hint.” You shrug, letting go of his hand even though you don’t want to, secretly wondering if it’s okay to put them in your mouth at the spot. “Do you wear a uniform?” You snap yourself out of your thoughts.

He nods. Your brain starting to work harder than before, could he a police officer? Or in health care? Probably a soldier, he could be a chef too, they wear uniforms too.

“Do you cook?” You ask which makes him laugh like you said the biggest and fattest joke ever. “Actually no, I suck at cooking.”

You giggle and tilt your head. “Do you work in a building?”

He shakes his head. “Nope.” You’re even more confused now.

“Just tell me what do you do.” You say in frustration, he finds your lack of patience cute, he takes a sip and actually blurts out the job that you never expected to hear at all, but now you think about it, it suits him so much.

“I’m an aircraft pilot.” He says, his fingers intertwining together.

Your jaw visibly drops, they do actually exist, you only saw pilots in airports or in movies, you would’ve never thought you’d meet one in actual life.

“You’re a captain?” You squeak, he nods, his eyes on your lips, busted for staring at them, your head moves slowly left and right. “That’s so fucking hot.”

You actually just said that, you can’t be totally proud of yourself.

“Tell me more about Y/N,” His voice sounded so deep and low, making you tilt your head, he looks totally different to you now.

“What do you want to know?” You ask in return, he takes another gulp and puts his beer down. “What do you do?” He changes his tone for emphasis and stares at you, he’s probably pretending to be assuming but he already knows since he saw your pass card the other week.

“Can I guess?” He asks, which makes you scoff and bite back. “It’s totally unfair, you already saw my pass card.”

He looks confused for a second but shrugs right after, his lips forming a small pout. “But I was being genuinely serious, I just saw your first name.”

He did sound honest but for all you know he could be lying, you nod and tell him to try to guess, which makes him turn to fully face you, he hands now on his thighs, his head slightly tilted to the side, he’s trying so hard to find a job that he thinks matches someone as attractive as you are.

He hums, “Literature probably.” He questions, “A teacher, or a writer. Although your personality gives me the vibe of a human resources type of girl.”

He’s thinking out loud, trying to read your face seeing if your facial expression changes when he mentions the jobs, waiting for you to say yes, but you don’t give him anything to start with.

It’s so hard for him to focus, you think he’s staring at you trying to guess what you do, but he’s just feeding his eyes that are hungry for you, it was given to him on a silver platter, little do you know he’s biting your nipples in his head.

“It’s definitely not as interesting as yours.” You interrupt his train of thoughts, the body language on this man is driving you insane, the way he sits, the face he makes when he thinks, his fingers tapping on his thick thighs. You take a sip from your drink and look behind you at your friends making loud noises heard across the club, they’re enjoying their game.

“Tell me.” He gives up.

“I’m an emergency medicine resident.” He seems genuinely shocked and surprised, words struggling to come out of his so goddamn juicy lips, he ends up saying “Wow.” Then laughing.

“What’s funny Namjoon?” You lift an eyebrow, he’s a little startled when he heard his name, he looks at you and shakes his head. “No offense, doctors are not that good looking, and you’re too young—“ He’s interrupted with you smacking down your pass card on the counter and pushing it towards him.

“Not that I have to prove it to you.” You challenge him, he looks at the pass card and scratches the back of his head. “I’m sorry.”

You felt bad for him because you weren’t offended, he was over thinking his attitude, and to help ease his torture, you grab back the card and stand up, you’re standing way too close to him right now, he’s worried you’re mad or upset, you shoot him a soft grin to let him know that there’s no hard feelings.

“It’s okay, I need to get back to my friends.” You say, hand rising to slowly tug on a strand of his pushed back dark hair, you’re subtly flirting, but you also make him want you more.

He froze in his seat, eyes attached to yours, the look on his face almost as if he’s afraid he won’t see you again, he’s not done with you and he wants more, and things can’t end this way.

You want more too, but he’s still a man, you can’t offer him anything without him offering it first, or he should at least show some effort and ask for more.

A wild and loud debate is going through his head now, you can clearly see it because his mouth opens slightly, he’s about to say something but he stops.

“Enjoy the rest of your night.” Yeah you’re actually about to leave before he politely asks. “Hey, Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You act so innocent although you’re 100% sure he’s about to ask for a way to stay in touch, and he actually does.

“Can I get your phone number?”

Do you want to tease or should you just give it to him? Wait no, he’s a total stranger and you’re giving him your phone number? Now you’re the one who’s having a major debate in your head, you saw this man only twice and you’re already exchanging phone numbers?

You need to think fast and weigh things out, he’s a fucking hot airplane craft—

“Yeah sure.”

Really? Could you be faster than this? It comes out from you almost as if it’s a natural reflex. You didn’t even give yourself a chance to think twice, you wanted to say yes even if you weighed things out and his cons overcome his pros.

He takes his phone out and you end up exchanging phone numbers. You end up saving him as ‘NJ’, you close your phone and throw it back into your purse, you look at him one last time and your lip lifts in a tiny smirk. “So, I guess I’ll see you around, Namjoon.”

His eyes are on your lips when he swallows, the lips he imagined doing things to his dick in the shower.

“Yeah, I’ll see you around.” He snaps out of his dirty thoughts, he stands up too, and puts his hands into his pockets, his chest almost brushing against yours, his eyes very clearly move to your exposed cleavage, gosh if you only knew what is going through his wild imagination.

You turn and make your way to your friends, his eyes are totally checking out your lovely ass.

You feel your sweat on your lower back and chest, you grab a tissue and take your seat next to Hoseok, “Are you okay chief?” And you giggle at the nickname he hasn’t used in a long time.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You put your hand his leg and he wraps an arm around you.

You chose truth which makes Jungkook whine, the game is not as fun as he wants, so he decided to give you hard time and ask you very explicit questions.

You swing back a shot when he asks you if you’ve ever sent nudes to anyone, of course you’re not going to answer that. Although you’re quite positive that drinking your shot already means yes you did, and you actually did do it before. Which you are not happy nor proud about.

Oh god your head is already spinning so much, you’ve lost count of how many shots that are now in your system, and you’re at that stage where you know it’s about to be too late, and if you continue, you will end up having a shitty hangover in the morning after.

“Come on Hobi it’s your turn.” You put your shot glass down. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” Hoseok doesn’t think twice which makes Jungkook whine even more, you huff. “Just choose dare, this kid is about to throw a tantrum.”

Jungkook flips you off and Hoseok proceeds. “Fine dare.” He rolls up his sleeves, you’re looking at Hoseok but behind him is the guy that you started your night with, just looking at you eagerly and his eyes not leaving you, they burn.

He’s still there with some friends, and what seems like a few of them left. You cross your arms over your chest which makes his eyes travel down to your chest again, you know he’s looking and you’re glad he is.

The boys hardly notice anything when they’re drunk, but the only one who’s been not drinking is Seokjin since he carpooled you to the club and he’s going to drop all of you home. He sees your eyes focusing elsewhere, follows your eyesight which leads him to Namjoon, he knows where Namjoon’s looking at, boys will be boys.

Seokjin can read you like an open book, since both of you think so much like each other, you two share the same birthday, only he is a few years older than you

And Seokjin’s hunch tells him that you and Namjoon are drooling over each other and you’re sharing looks of hunger.

“Hobi.” Seokjin starts. “I dare you to dare Y/N to kiss the guy on that table.”

Fuck you’re busted.

You snap your head at Seokjin and he shrugs, what is he trying to do?

And you’re even more embarrassed when all of them turn and look at Namjoon simultaneously, making Namjoon visibly nervous, and you feel extremely bad for him.

“You guys are so stupid.” You cover your face in mere embarrassment when Namjoon looks back at you, he’s confused.

“Come on he’s good looking.” Hoseok being the loud person he is, turns to you when he whines, as if that’s what you were complaining about.

You know how he’s so damn attractive, but you just exchanged numbers with that man, kissing might just ruin everything, or it could spice things up.

“He’s been staring at you the entire night.” Seokjin says, getting up and actually pulling your chair back while you’re still in it.

“Seokjin no.” You’re panicking, you totally refuse, smart enough to remember your standards, you never make a move on a man first.

“What if he comes and kisses you?” Jungkook is already on his feet and walking towards the table next to you.

You shake your head quick in utter panic and bite on your own teeth begging for Jungkook to come back. “Jeon Jungkook get back here.”

Well, it’s too late, because he already excused Namjoon out of the table, which confuses Namjoon even more.

Oh my god, your face is burning and your body is on fire!

You see Jungkook standing with his back facing your table, shakes hands with Namjoon, then points behind him with his thumb before crossing his arms, they both turn and look at you, Fuck. They’re walking closer.

“Hey, Y/N, this is Namjoon.” Jungkook introduces and you act oblivious, so does Namjoon, he’s totally not hiding his smirk. “This is my friend, Y/N. She hasn’t kissed a guy since march.”

Oh my god this brat keeps embarrassing you more and more you’re genuinely so close to crying, you want the floor to swallow you and you want to disappear.

Namjoon reaches his hand out to shake yours, “Kim Namjoon, haven’t kissed a woman in months too.” He introduces his full name and laughs, the guys laugh too, how are they even laughing this isn’t funny.

You shake his hand as if you haven’t before, totally surprised when he tightens his grip on your hand and pulls you closer, he just cuts to the chase and moves his hands lower to reach your hips.

Now that you’re even closer, this man is tall enough to make you almost tip toe, the smell of his cologne mixed with the alcohol and smoke is already doing wonders to you and sending you somewhere else, you’re drooling and it’s not from your mouth.

The feeling of his hot palms on your hips almost makes you want to collapse in his big arms.

Deep down in your head you grow impatient to feel his lips against yours, your stomach twisting in turning in pure excitement and arousal, you’re about to kiss the captain.

His nose brushes against yours and you can feel his hot breath against your lips, your hands moving to his biceps to feel them, it feels weird to do that in front of your friends, but they’re enjoying it, and they’re drunk and you think you are too, but this whole thing is more than enough to sober you up.

In a quick move Namjoon turns you so your back faces your friends, clears his throat and whispers low enough for both of you to hear, his lips softly touching yours with each letter he says. “I kind of wished they dared me to fuck you, because I want to.”

Your breath hitches and you’re already drunk on his touch, but now this man even has a dirty mouth that he uses shamelessly.

He finally pulls you closer for a kiss which you can feel your ears buzzing right away, and your legs feel like jelly. Your lips touch and melt together from the heat both of you radiating, you expect it to be a soft kiss but the attraction, you could swear there’s a magnet pulling you closer or it’s his arms pulling you closer to him, your so called soft kiss turns into a make out, his tongue licking your lower lip and quickly taking the chance to taste your mouth, you barely keep up with his kiss but you manage to.

Your hands make their way up to his chest and neck, your nails digging there softly and tugging on the back of his hair, he softly bites your lip and manages to pull back from the kiss, keeping your lower lip between his teeth while smirking, your hands move down to his big clothed arms that are tensed, you hold tighter for dear life because you’re ready to collapse any second now.

But fuck you want more, you want to feel more of him.

He pulls back from the kiss but your bodies are still touching and pressed against each other, and you stare into his eyes, his smirk getting cockier by the second when he feels you press harder into him, you visibly clear your throat and your hands move to his forearms, his smile slowly disappears when he leans closer to your ear, licking it and printing a soft kiss on it while humming.

He blows some air into the glistening spot he kissed on your ear and whispers. “I think about you when I make myself cum, I wish I could cum on your pretty face and ruin your makeup.”

Chills run through your spine, you’re seconds away from asking him to come home with you, you need him.

You shiver subtly, and you’re pretty sure if he touched you, you’d cum in an embarrassing amount of time.

You look into his eyes, they’re lazy and half closed, he bites on his bottom lip aggressively and pulls back ever so slowly, although the magnet between you feels like it’s pulling you closer.

“Enjoy the rest of your night.” He looks at Jungkook and the rest of the guys, then looks at you one last time before actually leaving the club.

You’re drooling over Kim Namjoon.

“You’re welcome.” Jungkook says.

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berryhobii · 10 months

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Reconnect (myg x reader)

Pairing: Idol!Min Yoongi x black!wedding designer!female! Reader

Word Count: 6K+

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, mentions of secret relationship, mentions of a wedding(but not Yoongi and the reader’s), reader and Yoongi are engaged, Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), unprotected sex(please speak to your partners before engaging in this), vaginal sex, squirting, creampies, riding, doggy style, mating press/missionary, oral(f receiving), soft dom Yoongi(he’s super soft and vocal but also goes kind of rough😊), rough sex, multiple orgasms(f and m receiving), brief aftercare and mentions of amazing aftercare, reader has goddess locs(color and length not specified), reader also has that Wendy’s Strawberry Lemonade kitty, reader also also has nipple piercings, reader got a fat ass because who doesn’t appreciate a nice booty?

A/N: Hi! This is my second time uploading something. I’ve had this story in my drafts for a while. I had been writing it using she/her pronouns so I’ve been spending the past few days to change those to you/yours. If I missed any, I’m sorry but please let me know so I can make the story more cohesive. Reader is black but their skin color isn’t really described but I believe I referred to their nipples being dark so that’s it. My next post with either be a GreekMythology!Jimin or a Gamer!Jungkook. The Jimin story is actually really long so I think I’ll turn it into a small series but I’ll post the 1st chapter sometime next week. Thanks again for reading! Criticism is greatly accepted and I hope my black and melanated girlies feel good reading this! Have a good day.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know I said we’d have dinner but we have to do some last minute recording.”

You tried not to sound disappointed when you replied. “That’s okay. I understand.” And you truly did. You knew how important his job was and that it would be a priority of his.

You just wished that it didn’t take so much of his time. You understood that his music was his life and that it was his dream career. All of his hard work had led up to being able to do what he does now; to make music and inspire the millions of fans that listened. You were so proud of him. Seeing him live his dream filled you with a different kind of pride and emotion. He was happy and that’s all you ever wanted for him.

Still, you missed him. You two had barely spent any time together the past month while he’s been preparing for their new album. He’d come home long after you’d fallen asleep and he’d sleep into the afternoon, just to rise and immediately get ready to go again. You couldn’t even have breakfast together like you used to. You could barely even start a conversation before he was cutting you off with a kiss and rushing out of the door.

While you had your own career of designing wedding dresses, you still had so much free time on your hands. You had already designed your newest collection and it was currently in production to be created. You’ve even made multiple visits to a few stores and they were running amazingly. There was only so long you could bury yourself in work before your heart began yearning for Yoongi’s companionship.

“I promise when this is finished, we’ll go on a trip. Just you and me.”

That made you smile. You and Yoongi have traveled a lot together over the years; Bora Bora, Italy, The Maldives—and each experience had been just as memorable and romantic as the last. He proposed to you in Italy at the Orange Gardens. It was such a magical moment. Just thinking about it made you want to cry. The entire trip was just absolutely perfect; from taking a gondola ride on the gorgeous waters to the 5 Star hotel they stayed in for 3 days and 2 nights, all the way to the candlelit dinner where he got down on one knee. You remember it fondly.

While the promise of a trip together didn’t fix your loneliness now, it gave you something to look forward to.

You couldn’t fight the smile in your voice. “Okay.” Your eyes went over to the stove where dinner was cooking. You had just finished searing some steaks that were finishing up in the oven. There was no point of putting them away for him to eat later. They wouldn’t be as flavorful or tender.

“Hey, is it okay if I bring you some dinner? I know you haven’t eaten yet.” Your tone shifted to one of slight teasing but you knew you were right. His pause of silence was proof enough.

“You don’t have to do that, baby.”

“I want to though. I made steak and I’ll feel better knowing you’ve eaten. I won’t stay long or distract you.” Just knowing he had a home cooked meal would make you happy. You would nag him constantly about drinking too much coffee and eating take out. It came from a place of love, however and Yoongi never minded. He loved having someone so attentive to his health when he’d blatantly ignore it. It showed you cared. Also, he secretly loved being babied by you. He’d never admit it out loud or to his friends but you knew. There was nothing better than coming home, a bath prepared for him to soothe his sore muscles, a meal on the table, and cuddling into your soft breasts while your rubbed his back—always being careful with his shoulder.

Your already nurturing nature and tendency to baby Yoongi increased tenfold once he got surgery. You barely let him leave the bed, even following him to the bathroom to make sure he didn’t hurt himself. A little bit stifling but he was so grateful to you. You always took care of him.

“Then that sounds great. I’ll leave my door open for you. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too. See you soon.”

With a giddy pep in your step, you finished cooking dinner, packaging it nicely in cute Tupperware before putting it in a bag. You had already showered and your clothes were fine but you wondered if you should put on something different. While Yoongi thought you looked good in anything, you still liked to look pretty for him; wearing dresses and heels whenever you went out, keeping your nails and toes done, and making appointments to get waxed every month. Self care was important to you. It not only made you feel good about yourself but it was also something you just liked to do for your husband.

Deciding to change your clothes, you slipped on a t shirt maxi dress that hugged and showed off all of your curves, along with some short open toed shoes to show off your freshly painted white toes. It was simple but still dressy and feminine, just your style.

Checking your hair once more in the mirror and smearing on some lip gloss, you grabbed the bag of food and your keys before exiting your home.

HYBE Studios was a pretty moderate drive from your apartment. The reason for that is to keep crazy fans from ever finding it. Once the company realized other idols were having their homes broken into, there was a decision to move all of the boys about 30 minutes from the company in a luxury gated neighborhood. You had to admit, you missed your old apartment you shared with Yoongi since that was their first place together but you also couldn’t complain about the walk in closet and the jacuzzi bathtub.

You greeted the security guard in front of the car garage, him lifting the block to the garage. After parking close to the company cars that were often used to transport the boys during RunBTS, you exited your car and made your way through the side door to the lobby.

You nodded at the secretary, everyone already knowing who you were and letting you pass with no issue.

Yoongi’s studio was on the 8th floor at the end of the hall. Namjoon’s was just a short distance away as well.

Once you reached his door, you entered the pin code on the keypad. Besides a few staff members and the boys, you were one of the few with the password to his studio. He just preferred silence and no disruptions so the code was only used during emergencies or whenever you or the boys came to visit. There was also a group chat for everyone with his code, adorably named ‘The Plastics’, courtesy of Taehyung. If they ever needed to come to his studio, they’d send a text beforehand so he’d know to expect them.

The beep sounded and you opened the door, smiling at the sight of your husband who was cutely leaned over on his right palm as his eyes scanned the production screen for his music. You didn’t get most of it but you always found it adorable when he’d try to explain. He’d get so invested in telling you how reverb and delay could either make or break a song that he’d never see how endearingly you’d stare at him. And he’d always get surprised when you’d lunge to bite his cheek.

“You are just too adorable! I have to bite you!”

His headphones were around his neck so he turned at the sound of his door opened, a smile immediately rising to his face at the sight of you. He removed his headphones, standing to greet you.

You could barely put the food down before his hands were around you waist, pulling you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck, cuddling into his body as you inhaled his cologne and the gentle scent of his favorite body wash.

He pulled away a little to press a few pecks to your forehead. “Hi baby.” His deep, slightly tired voice sent shivers down you spine. It was almost like his regular voice was just his morning voice constantly and out of all of the little things you loved about him, his voice was towards the top of your list—right after his newly grown out hair, his hands, and that little habit of him slurping whenever he’d explain things.

You inhaled a deep breath, basking in the affection. “Hi.”

You two just held each other for a moment, locked in an embrace and not wanting to let go. This was your special kind of intimacy, just not speaking or moving, simply holding one another.

Yoongi considered himself a pretty private person. A little ironic considering he was a world famous idol who’s whole job was being put in the spotlight. However, when it came to his personal relationships, he did his best to keep that as private as possible. Just imagine the uproar when people found out he was engaged. You had been hidden from the public eye for 3 straight years before you got engaged. How? One part extreme luck, the other part moving quietly. Your relationship started off with you meeting for the first time at a staff member’s wedding. You had designed her dress and she was so amazed and in love with how you created her dream dress that she insisted you come to her wedding. Always happy to see people overjoyed with your work and excited to see your design in action, of course you agreed. Coincidentally, you were sat pretty close to the table the boys were at. When you recognized them, you softly smiled and introduced yourself, expressing how you were a fan and how many women said they were using BTS songs as their wedding songs. Yoongi was drawn in instantly, your gentle voice and sparkling eyes as you talked about your clients drew him in. He could tell you were passionate about your career, just like he was.

After exchanging numbers while the bride and groom were cutting the cake, you two mainly texted and called each other in your free time. It took about 4 months for you to go on their first date since Yoongi had to go to America for promotions. He thought you’d lose interest since he traveled and couldn’t take you on a proper date but you never minded. You liked talking to Yoongi and found yourself developing feelings for him. He was trying and effort was one of your biggest green flags for a partner. A little distance wasn’t that big of a deal to you. Of course, you wanted to be able to be close to him and hold his hand and maybe even kiss but you knew what you were signing up for when you started talking.

Once Yoongi went on break, he started dedicating a lot of time to you; dates, inviting you to his place for dinner and wine, and learning more about you. He didn’t think you would get along so well. Talking on the phone was vastly different than being in each other’s physical presence but you had melded together like the pieces of a puzzle. You were so gentle and compassionate, always looking after him and giving him affection he hasn’t gotten in years. You were perfect for him and vice versa.

Your eyes slowly blinked up at him, just taking in his handsome features. You could spot the bags under his eyes, feeling a little sad that he was running himself ragged.

“You look tired. Have you slept since his morning?”

He hummed. “I took a little nap around lunch. The new couch came in.” You turned a little to look at the new addition to his studio. Before, he just had a small leather couch, moreso for decoration than comfort. Once he got a bigger studio, he upgraded his furniture but kept that couch. After some prodding from you, he ordered a new and more comfortable couch—one that could become a pull out bed for those overnights at the studio.

“It looks great.” It was a dark grey color, wide and stretched enough to fully support 2 people if you wanted to spoon on it.

“Yeah. I just didn’t think it would take that long to get it in the door. Namjoon almost knocked over my synthesizer.” He said that with a shake of his head. You giggled, imagining the tall and clumsy man scrambling to pick up the keyboard.

“I can only imagine. I brought food. You should eat it before it gets cold. I should go.” You tried pulling away from him only for him to tighten his grip on your waist. You let out an “oof” as your face met the hard planes of his chest. All that physical therapy and time in the gym had really bulked him up. While you loved his body regardless, you definitely weren’t complaining about the extra muscle. He was filling out this black shirt just fine.

He nuzzled his nose in your neck, inhaling your favorite perfume that you’ve worn since he met your. It was one of his favorite scents. His hands rubbed up and down your back, feeling all over the material of your dress.

“No, stay. Eat with me.”

Yoongi could be very affectionate and straightforward when he wanted to be, normally when you were alone. He’d never show this side in public. Not because he was ashamed of his love for your, far from that. He just preferred to keep their intimate moments private. Maybe a little kiss here and there and some hand holding but moments like this were for you only.

Your manicured fingers went to his nape, scratching at the hair there. “I don’t want to distract you.”

“You’re not.” He pulled back to look you in eyes. “I want you to eat with me. I feel bad we couldn’t have dinner at home.” And he did. He knew his job demanded a lot of his time and attention and even if you understood that, it didn’t stop him from feeling guilty about leaving you alone all the time. He knew you could entertain yourself and had your own life outside of him but he still felt bad not being able to spend as much time with you as he wanted. He missed you just as much. While he loved his job, nothing beat coming home to your warmth and affection. To be honest, he was getting a little touch starved.

He led you over to the couch, waiting for your to sit before going to the mini fridge in his studio.

“Do you want juice?” He asked as he pulled out a couple of drinks. He always kept some of your favorites in his mini fridge just in case. You didn’t drink caffeine or really any alcohol, water and juices were your favorites.

You nodded your head, beginning to take out the Tupperware containers. They were still nice and hot. He placed a juice down on the table, along with an energy drink. You frowned at that, leaning forward to pick it up.

“You need to drink water. Don’t think I haven’t noticed those coffee cups on your desk.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed but couldn’t hide his smile. You were too good to him. Sometimes he felt like he didn’t deserve you. Taking the energy drink from you, he went back to the fridge to grab a water instead.

Ignoring the smug smile on your face, he sat next to you, waiting for you to open all of the containers. The smell was delicious, making his stomach growl.

Your handed him some chopsticks and a few napkins before sliding the steak over to him. “Here. Try it.”

You ate in silence, him using his chopsticks to place some pieces of steak and vegetables in your bowl. You smiled, the cute ways Yoongi showed he cared always making your heart warm. Fans knew he was more subtle in showing he cared and that wasn’t any different than him in private. You had to learn that his love language was acts of service but in a more quiet way.

After you finished eating, he helped clean up the containers, giving you some wipes to clean your hands and the table.

He let out of a groan as he sat back down on the couch, belly full and fully ready for a nap. But he knew he had to get back to work and that meant you had to leave.

“Thanks, baby. It was delicious.” His hand came to rest on your thigh, rubbing the soft skin. You hummed, placing your hand on top of his.

“Of course. I’m happy you liked it.” You both rested for a moment before you began moving. “I should go. You have work to do.”

You barely made it to your feet before he was tugging you back down on his lap. A surprised yelp came from your lips at the sudden movement, ass meeting his thighs when you landed. He situated you so that you straddled his hips, his hands immediately going to your ass.

“Baby….” You pouted, feeling a little shy all of a sudden. You were normally the one who initiated physical affection so for Yoongi to do it so roughly surprised you. You weren’t complaining, however. The way his eyes were hooded over and how he looked up at you with that dark endearment made your belly tingle. You knew where this was going.

“Stay.” His left hand pressed your body down so your chest squished against his. “You come here in this dress and my favorite shoes…”

You adjusted yourself to wrap your arms around his neck. “I hardly wear these.”

He shrugged. “I love anything you wear. You look so sexy.” His hand traveled up your dress, moving it up your ass so he could grope full handfuls of the fat. While Yoongi appreciated all parts of your body, your ass was his favorite. Genetics, exercise and a little bit of happy weight had all accumulated into jiggly ass he loved to squeeze and slap. When you met, you were pretty thin but in shape nonetheless. Fans speculated that you gained ‘happy relationship weight’ since Yoongi treats you right. Whatever the reason, he thanks the higher power every day for it.

You could feel the heat beginning to spark between you, along with Yoongi’s growing boner pressing against your panties. Now that you thought about it, it’s been a little while since you’ve been intimate. You and Yoongi have barely had any time for quickies, let alone a full session of sex. And you two could go for hours if you wanted. On the day of your engagement, you barely left the hotel room because you couldn’t keep your hands off him. How could you? He was your fiancé. Mmm, that word just got you hot and bothered.

Your hands ran up his neck and into his hair, scratching at his scalp. The low hum of contentment that came from him spurred you on. You brought your faces closer together, lips hovering before you trapped him in a kiss. He hummed again, lifting his head to kiss you deeper, hands still squeezing at your ass.

Your kiss grew more heady, both of your hands massaging each other and trying to stroke any piece of skin you could. Yoongi began pushing against you to make your roll your hips against him. His cock could probably cut glass from how hard he was. You always got him excited with barely doing anything. To be honest, he started getting hard the moment you entered the room. Just your presence got him feeling almost immediately horny.

And it was the same for you. Your cunt had began getting wet the moment Yoongi turned around in his chair. He just looked so comfortable and effortlessly sexy and the way his muscles strained against that shirt made your imagination run wild.

You pulled away to inhale a deep breath. “Yoongi….please…”

His lazy smirk sent a rush straight to your already wet pussy. “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

God he was such a tease but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t absolutely love it.

“I need you.”

That was all he needed before he moved to flip you onto your back. You bounced against the soft couch cushions, barely getting your bearings before he was back on you, pressing his lips to yours.

His large hands traveled up your dress, lifting it over your belly and breasts. He leaned back to get a look, letting out a groan at the absolute beauty under him.

Your chest was heaving from just a little kissing, your goddess locks spread out under you, glossed lips plump and ready for more. You were so gorgeous and he made sure to let you know.

You squirmed under the compliment, feeling giddy and a bit bashful. You always received compliments and the occasional catcall and while you accepted the respectful ones gracefully, none of those ever mattered to you. Yoongi’s praise and compliments put you on cloud 9 and you really believed him.

His hands traveled up your body to your breasts, eyes catching something under your bra. He pulled the annoying piece of fabric down and if he could get any harder, he probably would.

“Fuck. You’re wearing your piercings? Did you come here to try and kill me?” The little diamonds sparkled under the light. He remembers buying the jewelry for your birthday last year. He also remembers sucking the sensitive nipples until you were crying just an hour later.

You giggled, biting your lip. “Of course not.”

His smirk widened. “You little sneak.” His hands went to grope at the soft flesh, a sigh falling from your lips. His thumbs ran lightly over the stiff peaks, pulling more sighs and little squeaks from your lips. Your nipples had gotten so much more sensitive after piercings. Yoongi couldn’t be too rough on them when you first got them, being careful of your healing process. He could barely touch them without you gasping in the slight pain from healing. Of course, he never complained, understanding your pain so he just stopped touching them. He just didn’t think it would test his control so much; seeing you walk around without a shirt sometimes, the already silky and delectable breasts looking more appetizing from the little barbells. Months had passed along with many maintenance appointments before you announced that they could be touched without pain. With the pain gone, your sensitivity skyrocketed and with Yoongi’s skilled tongue beginning their assault, your pleasure had been taken to a new level.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer and his mouth open to lick over your nipple. You let out a moan as his tongue swirled all around your piercing. He switched to the next one, giving it the same treatment.

The heat between your legs was becoming too much, your panties beginning to feel uncomfortable from how they were sticking to you.

“Yoongi….” You whined. His eyes lifted to lock on your flustered face, lips parted as puffs of air came through them, your eyes desperate and pleading for anything. Everything.

Reluctantly pulling away from your nipples, he helped you pull the dress from your body, tossing it somewhere in the room. Neither of you cared.

He kissed from your breasts to your tummy until he reached the apex of your thick thighs. You immediately dropped them open, revealing yourself to him. He groaned at your desperation but also at the sight of your soaked underwear. The thong barely covered anything, the baby blue fabric now dark from your arousal. It was practically leaking from you, the bottom of your ass shining. Kissing over the stretch marks that streaked down the inside of your thighs, he whispered words of praise to you.

“Fuck baby. You’re so fucking wet.” He couldn’t help himself, surging forward to suck on your clit through your panties. A shiver racked your body, your hands coming down to bury in his hair. The friction wasn’t as good with your panties still keeping his tongue from making direct contact with your clit but it was something. And it felt so good.

Your hips jerked against his face, trying to get more. His hands dug into the meat of your thighs, holding them open as his tongue licked at your clit.

More moans fell from your lips, pleasure causing your vision to go blurry. You felt so close already and he’s barely done anything. Blame it on you not having a proper orgasm for weeks. Your hands just didn’t feel the same and Yoongi had thrown out all of your vibrators once you two started having sex.

“You won’t need these anymore. All your orgasms should come from me.”

Now you were remembering why he threw them out in the first place. Only he could rip pleasure and orgasms from your body in seconds, playing your body like a piano.

Your hand came down your body, tapping against his forehead. He pulled away slightly, eyes searching your face for any sign of discomfort. You really only stopped him when you were shaking in overstimulation and he knew you hadn’t even cum yet so why were you stopping him?

When he pulled back, you grabbed onto your panties, pulling them aside to reveal your fat and dripping pussy to him.

How the hell did he get so lucky? Did he save orphans in his past life or something? Not only had he managed to put a ring on a kind, generous, and absolutely amazing person who treated him like a King and opened up the deepest parts of him, he also managed to snag a submissive, slutty, and needy woman who could ride his cock for hours and bend in ways he’s only dreamed of.

There was no way.

Eyes darkening in lust, he dove back in to capture your clit, licking at it more furiously than before. The heat from his mouth made that pressure build in your lower belly, your toes curling from their position in the air. Your loud moans only pushed him further, shoving 2 fingers in your tight heat. Your slick walls gripped his fingers so tightly that he could barely move them.

“Y-Yoongi! I’m gonna-“

He curled his fingers up, pulling away from your clit to lean up close to your face, his breath hitting your cheeks. “You gonna cum? You’re such a good girl.” He pressed some kisses to your open mouth, fingers thrusting in and out of your in a superhuman pace, veins and muscles in his arms shifting and bulging from the exertion.

When your orgasm crashed, you swore all of your senses except touch disappeared. You couldn’t hear and your vision blurred from the tears that had welled in your eyes. But Yoongi didn’t stop.

Your hand flew down to grab at his wrist, back arching as he continued his assault, helping you ride the huge wave.

He pulled his lip between his teeth. You were so sexy.

Once you came down, he slowly pulled his fingers from your, the digits glistening in your release. He sucked them into his mouth, moaning at the taste. He just couldn’t get enough.

Now he wanted more. Standing from the couch, he pulled off his own shirt and pants, taking his briefs with them. His hard cock slapped against his stomach, red at the tip and practically pulsing.

You bit your lip, thighs squeezing together as your pussy throbbed. Fuck you were so wet.

He flopped back on the couch, patting his lap. “Come ride this cock, baby.”

Not needing to be told twice, you crawled over into his lap, taking your bra and ruined panties off on the way.

His hands gripped your ass once you were straddled on his hips. You could feel the heavy weight of his cock pressing on your ass and it filled you with excitement.

Reaching your hand back, you gripped his cock, pumping it a few times. He groaned, head falling back against the couch at your touch.

Delivering a sharp slap to your ass, he growled, “stop teasing.”

His deep and demanding voice sent shivers down your spine. Never one to disobey, you lifted your hips, lining up his cock with your entrance. You rubbed the tip over your opening to gather some of your wetness before you slowly began sinking down on him.

A moan came from both of you as his thick cock began splitting you open. Your walls were squeezing him so tight that he felt like he could cum right there but he refrained. He wasn’t even all the way inside yet.

Your mouth was dropped open as his cock stretched you open, head tossed back and eyes closed as you basked in the feeling. Each ridge and vein was pressing against you in the most delicious way, the slight curve pressing against that spot deep inside of you. You felt like you could cum again just like this.

Once your ass met his thighs, you both let out sighs. Not only from pleasure but from being able to be close like this. This is what you needed; this closeness, this union, this intimacy. Sex was so much more to you than just getting off. It bonded you and brought you closer than ever, love spilling over and intertwining your hearts and souls.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in for a sweeter and more sensual kiss.

“I love you…” you whispered against his lips.

“I love you too.”

Your hips began rolling against him, slowly at first to get accumulated to the stretch. He assisted you with one hand on your ass and one on your hip.

Before long, you began raising your hips, falling back down on his lap. The low clapping sounds spurring you on.

Yoongi groaned against your lips. “That’s it, baby. Faster.” With another sharp slap to your ass that made you moan, you bounced faster. Your ass jiggled each time it connected with his thighs and a part of him wished he could see it but the blissed out look on your face was too good to pass up.

Unwrapping your arms from his neck, you leaned back to get that perfect angle, your hands landing on his knees. A squeak fell from you as his tip began bullying your soft spot. Your head fell back, mouth dropped open as that delicious feeling began building in the pit of your stomach.

“Ah! Yoongi! Your cock feels s-so good!” You felt drunk, mind hazy and awareness faded. All you could focus on was the feel of him under you and the way his perfect cock slipped in and out. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, electricity spreading all the way to your fingertips and making your toes curl.

Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes off you. He didn’t even know where to look; your breasts, face, where you were connected? He could see how your arousal was dripping down to wet his pubic hair, a ring of your wetness coating the base of his cock. You were truly was a sight to behold.

That pressure was building faster than you thought. Sliding your hand down your body, your fingers connected with your clit, rubbing the nub in fast circles.

“Yoongi!”

He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Your walls clenched and constricted around him, almost suffocating him. His hands rubbed at your nipples, flicking at the piercings. You were seeing stars, the stimulation was too much. His hands roaming you, your own fingers on your clit, and his cock inside of you was all too much.

That pressure…..

“I’m cumming!”

Your hips lifted from his cock, it falling out to slap against his stomach. Your fingers rubbed at your clit until some drips of liquid came out. The motion of your fingers caused the droplets to fly everywhere, some landing on the cushions as well.

Once you were done riding it out, he was flipping you back on the couch, head pressed into the cushions and ass up in the air. He delivered a few slaps to your ass, pulling some moans from your at the sting. Your head was swimming, the sudden movement making you a little dizzy but that dizziness quickly left when Yoongi entered you again.

His cock entered you in one swift motion, hips immediately working to push and pull against you. Your ass clapped back on his hips, the fat jiggling and rippling with every move. His own orgasm was just over the horizon.

“You are so fucking sexy.” Each word was punctuated by a thrust. “You come in here looking this good and then you bounce on my cock until you squirt? Why the fuck have I been spending all my time here when you’re at home?” He was really talking to himself. Only a true idiot would leave a hot piece of ass like this at home all day. And he must really be a true idiot, probably the dumbest man alive. But not anymore.

Your moans were rising in pitch. With this position, you could every inch, every curve, absolutely everything. You could barely breathe, your brain only being able to form utterances of his name and begs of faster and harder.

That feeling in Yoongi began cresting, balls drawing up as his orgasm washed over him. His hands gripped your hips and ass hard enough to bruise but you could care less. He could bruise you up all he wanted.

His orgasm spread from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, shuddering his whole body. “F-fuck….” He breathed out. That was probably the hardest orgasm he’s ever had in his life.

Your own breath began to even out. You thought that was the end but you were suddenly flipped around back on your back. Both of your legs were hiked up over his right shoulder, thighs pressing into your chest in Yoongi’s absolute favorite position.

“You think I’m done with you?” His smirk was teasing and it caused more arousal to drip from you. He reached his hand down to line himself up before pushing into your heat. A gasp came from your throat at the intrusion, your hands coming to grip at the back of his neck.

His hips set a brutal pace, balls wetly slapping against your ass.

“Oh my god! Y-Yoongi!”

It felt like he was in your throat, every thrust hitting you in all the right spots. Your nails scratched at his neck, the slight sting only pushing him harder. He could feel your walls tightening, a tell tale sign of your orgasm. Your breasts bounced with every push, dark nipples looking incredibly enticing.

“Cum, baby. That’s it.”

Your body seized up as your second orgasm full body absorbed you. Your vision spotted white and your ears were ringing.

But not even your orgasm made him stop or slow down. He pushed faster and harder, the squelching noises getting louder as more and more wetness spilled from you.

It was like your orgasm wouldn’t stop. Wave after wave came over you. Every nerve was lit on fire, your mouth dropped but no sound came out. He had taken every word from you.

When he felt you squirt on his cock again, he shoved his full cock inside. Your toes curled so hard that you could feel them crack, legs shaking but he held them tightly. Your hands smacked against his shoulders as the stimulation became too much. You were so full.

“Yoongi!”

“Take it. Take all that cock, baby.”

You had no choice but you didn’t care. You’d give up every choice if it meant he’d fuck you like this.

He rolled his hips against yours a few more times before his own orgasm washed over him. He groaned into your throat, a full body shudder racking his body.

Lifting his head, he connected your lips in a soft kiss, a complete turn from what just went down. You hummed against his lips, hands roaming his soft skin.

He moved your legs from his shoulders, massaging your slightly sore muscles as you kissed. You both let out small moans as he pulled out of your heat, his cum flowing out of you.

Yoongi helped you clean yourself up, giving you a large elastic to tie up your hair. The sweat would definitely make your roots curl back up but that was a problem for another day. You put your dress back on as Yoongi pulled his shirt and pants back on. Your underwear found themselves tucked into his back pocket. A little silly considering he had endless access to you pussy but you guessed it was some man thing.

When Yoongi went back to his computer, leaning over the chair to click at some things, you visibly deflated, mood dampening. Was he really going back to work? You guessed you did just come to drop off food, the sex was a bonus and you did say you would leave afterwards. You just couldn’t help but feel a little sad and used. Yoongi was the king of aftercare, always running you a bath or giving you cuddles as you two calmed down from lovemaking. It’s not like this one moment would make you think Yoongi didn’t care but you did feel a little defeated.

Gathering your things, you were about to approach the door but Yoongi’s voice stopped you.

“Where are you going?”

You didn’t turn to face him, feeling a little embarrassed. “Home. Aren’t you going back to work?”

A snort came from him. “Of course not.”

You gasped when his body pressed against your back, also the feeling of his boner was right on your ass.

“Yoongi….”

“You really think I’m about to work and let you go home so you can wash my cum out of you? I’m fucking you until you can’t walk.”

Maybe you should come to the studio more often.

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Raspberry Kisses - {JJK}

↪ Summary: You never believed in demons until a game gone wrong left you stuck with one. Though a Halloween party and failed baking experiment may have you realizing being bonded to Jungkook isn’t as bad as you thought.

↪ Pairings: Demon!Jungkook x Female reader ft brief cameos from Namjoon and Yoongi.

↪ Rating: M 18+

↪ Genre: Demon Au / Enemies to Lovers / College/University AU / Smut / Some Angst

↪ Word Count: 10.5k

↪ Warnings/Contents: Smut (Minors DNI), Possessive and Flirty Jungkook, Unprotected sex, Dom Jungkook, Sub Reader, Brat Reader, Religious Undertones, Mentions of blood/blood pact (nonsexual), Degradation, Slight Food Play, Marking, Praise, Rough sex, Growling, Oral (female receiving), Multiple positions, Orgasm control.

↪ This is so late because of everything that happened and I am so sorry but this story was meant to be a part of the horrorwood event hosted by the former @btswritingcafe network for my spooky friend @jeonspub. I am so unbelievably sorry that this took so long but I still wanted to get it posted for you even if it’s late. I had a lot of fun writing this for you so I hope you like it and it was worth the wait.

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The harsh screech of your alarm was what pulled you from your slumber, making you groan as you rolled over to hit the snooze button on your phone. A few deep breaths and another groan left you as you buried yourself under the covers, hiding from the bright light in your room. You knew you had to be up for class in about an hour but you didn’t care enough to get out of bed and get ready. Surely you could sleep for just a few more minutes and still be up in time to get to class, that was the thought anyways as you closed your eyes and tried drifting off again. Just as you were about to be pulled back into your dream world and even more annoying sound jolted you out of your rest yet again.

“Rise and shine gorgeous!” Feeling a sudden weight pinning you to the bed, you ripped the covers off your head to glare up at the intruder. Bright red eyes gazed right back at you, accompanied by pale skin, short black hair, and a very sharp grin as he took in your form. Anyone else likely would have thought waking up in this position was a dream come true, but to you it was a living nightmare.

“Jungkook get off of me,” you groaned, trying to roll over under his weight, “can’t you let me sleep for like 5 more minutes?” Jungkook didn’t even budge despite your struggling under him, merely smirking down at your pathetic attempt to move him.

“You and I both know if you go back to sleep you won’t wake up again and you’ll be late to class, I’m just trying to help,” he mused, “and as much as I love watching you squirm under me like this we also know you can’t afford to miss any more class.” You stopped your movements and huffed as you glared up at him, clearly unimpressed by his little game.

“Get off of me you pervert!” you exclaimed as you reached up to hit at his chest. Jungkook merely shook his head with a dry chuckle before slowly crawling off of you to stand at the end of your bed. Your new freedom allowed you to finally sit up, crossing your arms and yawning softly as you tried to properly wake up. “Since when do you care about my life anyways?” you asked as you forced yourself out of bed, “I didn’t think you were capable of caring about anyone other than yourself.”

“Oh I don’t care,” Jungkook corrected, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed so he could watch you, “but I know you’ll keep whining about your grade and whatever else and I don’t want to deal with that so I’m making you go.” His eyes trailed your figure as you wandered around looking for something to wear, making you huff and throw a pair of socks at him. The offending article didn’t come close to hitting him, merely falling to the ground a few feet in front of him which made Jungkook scoff.

“You know you are more than welcome to leave whenever you want!” you called out as you went into the bathroom to change, making sure to slam and lock the door so he wouldn’t follow you. Not that it mattered because Jungkook seemed to have the ability to appear wherever he pleased whenever.

“Actually I can’t,” you heard his voice from the otherside of the door, tuning him out as you quickly got changed and brushed your teeth.

“Because I accidentally signed a blood pact and now you are bond to me until I die or pass it out to someone else yeah yeah I know,” you muttered out, already knowing what he would say next. Jungkook didn’t say anything but you could tell he was grinning like a madman on the other side of the door. “Honestly, can’t I like do an exorcism or something to get rid of you instead?” you asked rhetorically as you brushed your hair out. The question wasn’t directed at him but he evidently still heard you as the door suddenly sprung open to reveal the frowning male.

“You think some sellout priest with a generic biblical chant would be able to get rid of a being as powerful as I am?” he asked with a hand over his chest, “honestly Y/N I’m offended you would undermine me like that.”

“You were accidentally summoned by some college girls playing a stupid game and all you’ve done since is pop up randomly to scare me and stalk me like the creep you are. I don’t know about you but that doesn’t sound like the work of a powerful demon to me,” you taunted.

“Anyone can summon a demon with the right tools so that’s on you and not me,” he reminded, “not my fault you decided to try an online ritual without reading the warnings.”

“Whatever,” you hissed under your breath as you pushed past him, leaving your room to walk out into your living area. You paid no mind to the looming presence behind you as you grabbed your bag and walked into the kitchen to grab a protein bar, knowing you were going to be late if you stayed to humor your unwanted roommate any longer. “I’ve got to go or I’m going to be late. Stay here and try not to create too much of a mess while I’m gone,” you pleaded as you put your shoes on.

“You know if you’re so worried about me causing trouble I can just come to school with you,” Jungkook suggested.

“Hell no!” you all but shouted, “dealing with school is hard enough I don’t need a demon following me around to make my life more of a living hell.”

“Suit yourself,” Jungkook shrugged, “have fun at school!” His tone and nonchalant expression was rather off-putting and made you nervous as you turned to finally leave.

“I’m serious Jungkook, do not follow me and do not try anything funny!” you warned with one last glance back at him before rushing out the door.

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It had been almost a month since you ended up stuck with Jungkook and yet it already felt like an eternity. The memory was still fresh in your brain as well, replaying over and over like a cursed nightmare you couldn’t escape from. It all started when you and a few friends decided to meet up at your place for a horror movie marathon to celebrate the start of the spooky season. You loved Halloween more than anyone and so the second October came around you were more than ready to celebrate. It also helped that you lived alone and your apartment was close to campus so it was the perfect place for your little get together. A bunch of candy, every horror movie you could get your hands on, even more snacks and a few drinks and you were set to go. At least, that was the plan until you guys got bored three movies in and decided to spice things up a bit.

“I have an idea!” your friend, Daeun said as she pulled up something on her phone, “I was researching rituals and summons for a project and I came across one that looked pretty interesting. It’s a ritual for eternal love and the supplies are things you should have laying around the house. We should try it!”

“You want to try a random ritual you found online with no experience?” you questioned.

“Well yeah, it’s said to create an everlasting bond and it’s supposed to be super easy to execute,” she argued.

“If a ritual is that easily accessible it probably doesn’t work and we’ll just be wasting our time.” You definitely were not a skeptic by any means, in fact you had dealt with your fair share of paranormal experiences in the past, but this seemed like a scenario that was too good to be true.

“Come on Y/N,” one of your other friends, Aiko piped in, “what’s the worst that could happen? If it is a dud we can say we tried and clean everything up but you won’t know unless we try.”

“Besides,” your last friend, Soyeon spoke up, “you’ve been single since you moved here a few years ago, lord knows you need all the help with love you can get.” All three girls started giggling after that while you merely rolled your eyes. You couldn’t help but think that their antics were a bit childish and that the ritual was a terrible idea but you were outnumbered so you hesitantly agreed. What followed was an hour of rearranging your apartment living room, working around a poorly drawn pentagram and you pricking your finger one too many times to get enough blood for the ritual to work. All four of you recited the incantation from Daeuns phone and then waited, feeling the room grow slightly cold but, much to your relief, nothing happened.

“Damn,” Daeun muttered, “guess it was too good to be true.”

“Well we don’t know that yet!” Soyeon argued, “we don’t actually know what the ritual does, maybe it takes time for something to happen?”

“What is Y/N going to walk into class next week and just be an attraction magnet?” Aiko teased.

“God I hope not,” you groaned, “this was not a good idea.”

“Hey relax, nothing happened so I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Daeun tried to comfort you.

“Come on let’s get everything cleaned up and we can go back to watching the movies.” Still, even as you guys put everything back the way it was and continued your movie marathon with IT Chapter 2, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was extremely wrong. The feeling of dread you get when you’re out late and feel like you’re being followed but there’s no one there when you turn around. In fact, you could have sworn you saw a figure standing in the corner at one point though it disappeared the second you turned around. The feeling sent shivers down your spine and had you curling in on yourself as you once again peeked behind you to see if someone was there.

“Hey Y/N, are you doing okay?” Aiko asked after a minute.

“Huh? Oh yeah I’m fine, just a little cold that’s all,” you tried playing off your anxiety knowing that if they caught on you would be teased.

“Don’t tell me this movie is scaring you,” Soyeon teased, “I thought it was your favorite?”

“I’m not scared!” you scoffed, “I told you I’m just cold. In fact, I’m going to go grab an extra blanket so you guys will stop bugging me about it.” With that you pushed yourself up to your feet and made your way to your room to grab the extra throw blanket you had on your bed. That same chill ran down your spine the second you were alone and you froze, taking a deep breath as you glanced around the room. “Relax Y/N, nothings there you’re fine,” you whispered to yourself as you walked over to the bed.

“Oh? I thought you said you weren’t scared?” a deep voice coming from right behind you made you jump, falling back onto the bed with a soft shout. Quickly turning around, you gasped as you saw a man standing above you right where you had just been. His body was rather large and practically engulfed your frame in his shadow as he stood above you, bright red eyes peeking from under jet black bangs. His skin was pale but you couldn’t see much of it as his body was almost completely covered in black. A tight black turtle neck that looked like it would rip if he even tried to move his arms, tight black leather pants, even the black metal that decorated his fingers, ears, and one of his eyebrows. All things considered, he was a very attractive man and likely would have passed as human had it not been for the large ram like horns above his ears or the large black wings protruding from his back. You stared up at him like a deer caught in the headlights while he seemed to take his time drinking you in, licking his lips as his eyes raked your form. “You’re a cute one aren’t you?” he finally spoke again after a moment, “not a bad choice for a companion, at all. Though I highly doubt someone as pretty as you struggles to find love so what’s the catch hm?” He leaned over to get a better look at you, only to have you crawl back as a result.

“Woah woah hold up, who are you? And an even better question, what the hell are you doing in my apartment?” you questioned. He paused for a moment before sighing and running his hand through his hair.

“There’s the catch,” he muttered under his breath, “I take it you didn’t fully read the instructions on that ritual you performed then, huh? Well let me explain it to you then so we are on the same page.” He paused for a moment to take a seat on the bed, crossing his legs and facing you. He looked much less intimidating looking up at you with an almost childlike innocence but you knew better than to let your guard down with him. “Well Y/N,” he said as he reached into his collar and pulled out an amulet, holding up a finger when you tried speaking again, “yes I know your name, I know everything about you and more. My name is Jungkook, and as of today I will be your own little demonic companion. This little vial holds the blood you offered to me, and as long as it stays intact we are bond together, I am yours for life.” He swayed the vial in question and you could briefly see the red liquid sloshing around inside the little gem. You glanced at him as if in a trance, still confused and just as scared as you were before. Because of the little game you decided to play you were now eternally stuck with a demon?

“Exactly,” Jungkook answered as if he was reading your mind, “you really didn’t read ahead did you? When done successfully the blood pact bonds you to an immortal lover and eternal devotion. The only way for you to get rid of me now is to pass me on to someone else, or die but don’t think I’ll let you leave me that easily. You’re clearly special to attach yourself to someone like me and I’m a selfish man so I don’t like giving up my toys that quickly.” He was about to say something else when a knock at the door startled the both of you out of your little moment.

“Y/N? Are you okay in there?” You turned to Jungkook who held his finger to his lips in response.

“Yeah sorry, I tripped over my shoes,” you lied with a soft chuckle, glancing back and forth between the door and the demon in front of you.

“Clumsy as ever I see, hurry up we paused the movie for you!” you heard your friends footsteps slowly disappear, leaving you alone with Jungkook yet again.

“Well better get out there, don’t want to keep your friends waiting now do we?” he mused with a chuckle, “don’t worry though, we’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other later, until then.” With that he was gone, leaving you staring up at the space he once occupied. Part of you wanted to lay there and figure out what the hell just happened but you could hear your friends calling for you out in the living room. With a heavy sigh, you got up and grabbed your blanket, wrapping it around yourself as you waddled back out into the living room. The only trace of Jungkook was the brief scent left in the blanket from where he had been, still strong enough to invade your senses and distract you from what was going on.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N?”

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“Y/N!” the sound of Aiko shouting broke you out of your memory induced trance, glancing around to realize you two were the only ones left in class. You had been so trapped in your head that you completely missed what was talked about during your lecture. “You seem really out of it today, are you okay?” she asked as she grabbed her things and stood up, you doing the same so you could walk to your next class together.

“Yeah I’m fine, just haven’t been sleeping well I guess,” you brushed off her concerns knowing you couldn’t tell her the real reason. As if having Jungkook around couldn’t be any more annoying, you weren’t even allowed to let other people know of his existence. He was nothing more than a twisted hallucination, appearing only when no one else was looking and making you feel like you were going crazy. Actually, you probably were going crazy with all the stress you were under.

“You’re focusing too much on work and it’s stressing you out,” Aiko noted, “maybe relaxing and getting out a bit would do you some good? Halloween is this weekend after all.”

“Don’t remind me,” you groaned, “it’s my favorite holiday and I haven’t even been able to do anything to celebrate because I’ve been so busy.” You had to resist the urge to slam your head into your textbook as you thought about that and the fact your Halloween would likely be spent alone studying.

“Hey hey come on now,” Aiko tried cheering you up, “relax we still have time to celebrate. You know Yoongi invited some of us to a Halloween get together at his place, you should join us! We can go after school and get you a costume and it’ll be fun.” You appreciated that she was trying to help and cheer you up, but a party really wasn’t your idea of fun.

“I don’t know, parties aren’t really my thing,” you countered.

“Don’t think of it like a party think of it like a friendly hangout. You, me, Daeun, Soyeon, Yoongi, Namjoon, and possibly a few other friends, nothing crazy.” You still weren’t convinced which had her groaning and pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Fine fine I’ll think about it okay?” you gave in just to prevent an argument, which seemed to do the trick.

“Awesome! Let me know before lunch though so I can plan if we’re going out tonight or not! See you soon Y/N!” she exclaimed with a pat on your shoulder before making her way down the hall to her class. You shook your head and turned to make your way to your own class when you felt a familiar shiver run down your back.

‘You have got to be kidding me,’ you thought to yourself as you glanced around for the all familiar black figure you knew was following you. You didn’t see him at first, but you definitely felt him when he crept up behind you.

“Your friend has a point you know, going out would be a nice change for you,” he mused with a smug grin as he saw you jump.

“What are you doing here?!” you hissed as you turned to face him, “I told you not to follow me.”

“Yeah you did make that pretty clear,” he teased, “but all that did was make me curious and it was boring staying at home all day so here I am. Besides you don’t get around so I figured you could enjoy my company.”

“No I do not enjoy your company!” you argued, “and how are you even here anyways? I thought no one was supposed to know you existed.”

“You’re really not that observant are you?” he questioned, “do you really think I would get away with just wandering around in my normal form? I have my ways of blending in.” It was then that you took a step back and finally registered the change in his appearance, more specifically how human he was. His wings and horns were missing, once red eyes now replaced with a deep brown, and even his fangs were replaced by almost cute bunny like teeth. He also wasn’t dressed in his normal black attire, instead wearing a simple brown shirt and cargo pants to fit in with your classmates. With the short sleeves of his shirt, you were also able to take note of all the tattoos covering his arms and even his hand, had those always been there? “Yes I’ve always had these, seems you just never cared enough to notice them,” he answered your question with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and groaned for what felt like the millionth time that day.

“You’re telling me you could do this the entire time and you only decide to spring it on me now?” you whisper yelled.

“You never let me leave the house so there’s no point in hiding myself,” he explained casually, “also this takes a surprising amount of effort to maintain so I don’t like doing it often.”

‘So much for powerful demon’ you thought. “If it requires that much effort why not just go home so you don’t have to?”

“You know I went through all of this effort to come and see you and your only response is to shut me out? That really hurts you know,” you whined. You honestly couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not and you honestly didn’t care, especially not when you were about to be late to class.

“Fine whatever just stay quiet and try not to ruin anything,” you gave in, rushing to class with a very giddy demon trailing behind you.

Save for the stares you kept getting, being at school with Jungkook went surprisingly well. He stayed quiet most of the time unless it was to talk to you and was even able to help you cheat with some assignments. It was only when your lunch period came around that you realized you would have another problem to deal with, explaining Jungkook to your friends. In fact you were half tempted to just skip and drag him off somewhere else before Daeun noticed you both and ran over, the rest of your friend group following.

“Hey Y/N, who’s your friend?” she questioned as she looked over at Jungkook.

“Oh umm this is Jungkook, he uh...” you stuttered trying to think of a reasonable excuse for how you met when he suddenly cut you off.

“I’m a transfer student here from Busan, it’s actually my first day so Y/N has been showing me around,” he explained.

“Oh that’s cool, though I’ve never actually heard of someone transferring in the middle of a term,” Soyeon commented.

“I wasn’t supposed to start until next term but there were a few classes still open so I can at least get started.”

“What’s your major then?”

“Musical arts, I’m undecided about a specific focus though.” You couldn’t help but blink up at him in confusion, wondering how he was able to brush off their questions so easily. In fact it baffled you that he even knew anything about college to begin with. Didn’t demons have other priorities rather than learning about basic human life?

"I’ve been around for centuries if not more,” you suddenly heard his voice in your head, “do you really think I wouldn’t know about how these things work? Let’s also not forget that I have an eye on you at all times.”

‘Great so now you can get in my head?’ you thought.

“I’ve always been in your head gorgeous, again you just don’t pay attention.”

“Umm Y/N? We’re going to go sit down now,” you heard Soyeons voice which made you sigh.

“Sorry guys I’m still pretty tired, yeah let’s go sit,” you agreed.

“Jungkook would you like to come sit with us?” Daeun offered which made you want to sigh.

“No”

“I would love to,” Jungkook agreed, smirking in your direction as he walked with the rest of your friends. All you could do was slouch over in protest as you followed them anyways, hoping things wouldn’t get any worse.

“Hey Namjoon, Yoongi, over here!” just your luck that things were about to get a million times worse. Glancing up from the table you watched as the two males walked over to join you guys. Yoongi was an upperclassman and your mentor for one of your final projects so naturally you had grown pretty close to him. He was the one who introduced you to Namjoon, a business major in the same year as you were. The two of you had immediately clicked and became best friends, and you had even started to develop a little bit of a crush on him. All your friends knew about it and were trying to play matchmaker, getting you two near each other whenever possible. It seemed that Jungkook was also quick to catch onto this little crush, the room suddenly feeling colder as he glared daggers at Namjoon. Without directing any attention to the already obvious mood shift, you hit at Jungkooks leg under the table to snap him out of it, mouthing a quick “relax” before your friends noticed.

“Hey Jungkook are you okay?” you heard Aiko ask, clearly noticing the shift in his mood.

“He’s just shy,” you spoke up before he could ruin anything, feeling his gaze from beside you, “a lot of new people to get to know.”

“Oh right sorry about that,” Aiko apologized, “Namjoon, Yoongi, this is Jungkook and he’s apparently a new student here. Jungkook this is Yoongi and Namjoon, Yoongi is also a music major so I’m sure you guys will get along well!” The two older males perked up at the introduction whereas Jungkook sunk into his seat a bit with a very forced smile.

“Oh a new transfer, how are you enjoying it so far?” Namjoon asked.

“Just fine,” Jungkook muttered through grit teeth, resulting in you hitting his leg.

“It’s his first day so he’s still getting used to it,” you clarified.

“Ah I see, well if you ever need people to hang out with feel free to come find us,” Namjoon said, “in fact, we’re having a bit of a get together this weekend for Halloween, you should join us!” You were pretty sure you felt your eyes bulging out of your head a little bit when he mentioned the party.

“Oh yeah that reminds me,” Aiko piped up, “Y/N have you decided if you’re coming or not?”

“Oh umm I don’t know,” you muttered, looking around for any way out of this conversation. Jungkook noticed this and couldn’t help but smirk a bit at your discomfort.

“Weren’t you just ranting to me about how Halloween was your favorite holiday?” he teased.

‘I hate you so much Jungkook’ you thought to yourself, “Well yeah but-”

“Come on Y/N, it will be fun,” Namjoon encouraged. His signature dimpled smile had always been a weakness of yours and you found yourself relaxing if even the slightest bit.

“Alright fine, I guess I have nothing better to do,” you agreed, much to the delight of the others and the distaste of your demonic companion.

“Well if Y/N is going I suppose I’ll go as well,” Jungkook piped up, making you slouch back to your original position.

“Awesome we’ll see you guys there then!”

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“You have got to be kidding me.”

“You are not wearing that!” you rolled your eyes and pushed your way past Jungkook into your bathroom so you could do your makeup, the male trailing right behind you. His arms were crossed and his eyes narrowed as he took in your outfit. The last minute costume that you and Aiko had agreed on was a witch, though a bit of a more sexy witch at that. The costume was a long black velvet dress with purple lace accents all over it, a low cut neckline with lace you could use to either loosen or tighten it and a slit at the bottom that exposed your leg. The witch hat had the same purple lace accents with a curtain that partially covered your eyes and gave a very mysterious look. To top off the outfit you were also wearing fishnet thigh highs and just a slight heel to make yourself taller. You thought the outfit looked adorable on you, but Jungkook clearly had other ideas. “Seriously Y/N there is no way in hell I am letting you go anywhere in that,” he whined as he watched you do your makeup.

“Oh shut up, what are you my father?” you hissed as you focused on your eyeshadow, “who are you to tell me what I can and can’t wear?” From your view in the mirror, you could see his eyes darken which concerned you just a bit. In all the time you had been together you had never seen Jungkook genuinely upset and you had to admit you were a bit worried of what would happen if you pushed him. Still, he was the one who pushed this stupid get together on you and now he was whining because he didn’t like your outfit which kind of pissed you off. What right did this man have to control anything about you?

“In case you’ve forgotten you are bonded to me!” he reminded through grit teeth, “you belong to me and yet you won’t even give me the time of day half the damn time! Yet here you are now dressing up in a teasing outfit and showing off to other guys, it’s like you want to mess with me.” You groaned and slammed your makeup brush down as you turned to face him.

“So what if I’m bonded to you huh? I made it very clear from the beginning that I do not like you or this arrangement and you chose to stick around anyways. Stop acting like you own me or that I owe anything to you when we both know the ritual that night was an accident!” you snapped, walking up to Jungkook and poking his chest to emphasize your point.

Jungkook didn’t even flinch as you yelled at him, giving you no reaction despite the evident shift in his aura. His stiffness intimidated you more than you were willing to admit and you suddenly felt unsure of yourself. Before you could move away though his hand was reaching up to grab your outstretched wrist, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough that you could feel it. He took a deep breath and leaned down so the two of you were eye level, making you stiffen as you could practically feel the anger radiating off of him. “Do you know how hard I have tried to be patient with you?” he muttered. His voice was monotone but you could briefly hear an echo to it, a growl almost that was a giveaway to the calm facade he was showing. You tried to say something but found you were frozen in your spot, unable to even open your mouth. “No no you’ve said enough, it’s my turn now,” he taunted as he read your thoughts again, “accident or not you made the blood pact that brought me here you know? You can’t pretend you didn’t do it on your own free will either because you and I both know that you weren’t forced to participate. You sold yourself to receive eternal love and partnership and that’s what I’m here for, you gave yourself to me and you also refuse to give yourself to me and I don’t get it.” He finally let go of you but you still remained in your spot as he walked back a few steps, not looking at you as he reached under his collar and grabbed the amulet. With a firm tug the chain snapped and hung around his hand as he inspected the vial for a moment, almost in disgust. It was then that you seemed to find your voice as you weakly called out to him.

“Jungkook I-” he cut you off with a motion of his hand, dangling the necklace in front of his face before turning back to you.

“If you really want me gone so bad then fine, all you have to do is find a way to destroy or pass on the bond and you’ll never see me again. Choose wisely though, a broken bond can never be repaired no matter how hard you try, and the consequences will follow you to the grave,” he stated, grabbing your hand and dropping the necklace onto it. You looked down at the red gem in your hand, staring at it like a foreign object before looking back up to see the space Jungkook occupied was now empty. Your thumb ran across the gem with a saddened sigh, refusing to look back down at your hand as you slipped it into a little pocket on your dress. You would deal with this whole situation later, but for now you had a party to get to.

“Hey Y/N you look great!” Daeun greeted you once you finally got to Yoongi's house and located your friend group. The first thing you immediately noticed was that there were a lot more people than you were expecting for what was supposed to be a friends only party.

“Yeah you look great too,” you said nervously as you glanced around, “but I thought this was supposed to be a small get together?”

“Yeah we thought so too,” Soyeon agreed, “apparently Yoongi's roommate is pretty popular on campus and wanted to invite his friends so it quickly turned into an actual party.”

“I see,” you muttered, suddenly feeling very self conscious about being here with all these strangers, “speaking of Yoongi, where is he?”

“Him and Namjoon ran off to hang out with some of their club buddies, they should hopefully join us soon though, if you plan on staying?” Aiko asked as she could sense your discomfort.

“I’ll try to stay long enough to at least see them but I don’t know if I can bring myself to stay the whole time,” you admitted. Not only were parties not really your thing but your mind also kept going back to your fight with Jungkook earlier, if you could even call it that.

“Oh yeah, have you heard from Jungkook by any chance? We haven’t seen him here yet,” Soyeon asked, which made you sigh.

“No I haven’t, I assumed if anyone knew it would probably be Yoongi or Namjoon since they’re the ones that invited him,” you lied, hoping they wouldn’t pry into why you acted so strange at the mention of Jungkook. Yeah you never really liked him because you were just kind of stuck with him, but the more you thought about it the more you realized he never actually gave you a reason to dislike him. Other than the constant teasing to rile you up and the occasional moment of appearing out of nowhere he acted like any normal roommate would. You had wanted nothing more than to get rid of him but now that you had the chance you were hesitant on actually letting him go. Pulling the amulet out of your pocket, you once again found yourself admiring the gem that bonded you two together as you tried to get your thoughts straight. Perhaps you should just leave the party and go apologize to him?

“Ah Y/N you made it!” turning around you saw an obviously tipsy Namjoon make his way over to your group. He was dressed as a makeshift werewolf, with the cheap fuzzy ears and paws one would find at the dollar store, he even had a tail clipped onto the back of his shirt that swayed as he stumbled his way over to you. You quickly closed your hand to hide the necklace and hid it behind your back as you smiled up at him.

“Hey Namjoon, looks like you’ve been having fun,” you greeted with a slight smile. He chuckled softly as he moved to sit next to you, almost tripping in the process.

“Yeah sorry, I didn’t expect this many people to show up but you know we felt bad about turning them away,” he explained, “I’m glad you still came though, you look beautiful.” You felt your face start to heat up and quickly looked away so he wouldn’t see you blushing.

“Thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself,” you practically whispered so he almost didn’t hear you.

“Thanks,” Namjoon replied with a chuckle, “this is actually pretty last minute as I may or may not have completely torn my original costume when trying to get it on.” Now it was your turn to laugh as the image ran through your head.

“I swear you’re more clumsy than I am,” you mused to which he merely shrugged in response. There was a moment of silence between you two, simply staring at the floor as the crowd around you grew louder. Your friends had run off at this point to do who knows what meaning you and Namjoon were basically abandoned in the crowd. It only ended when Namjoon cleared his throat to get your attention.

“So I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” he began, waiting for your signal to continue, “I mean we’ve been close for a while now and I’m pretty sure you feel the same way I do but, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go get dinner with me one night after class?” It felt like time had frozen as you looked at Namjoon in shock. This was a moment you had been waiting for since as long as you could remember and yet, your heart didn’t flutter like you felt it would. In fact, you were more focused on the way the amulet in your hand suddenly felt so hot you were worried it would burn into your skin yet you couldn’t move.

“Wow Namjoon I don’t know what to say,” you stuttered out, “I mean…”

“What’s wrong?” Namjoon asked, “do you not feel the same way?”

“Yes I mean no I mean, I don’t know,” you groaned, “I thought I did but…I don’t know I’m really confused right now and…”

“There’s someone else isn't there?” Namjoon asked, and trying as hard as he was to hide it you could hear the hurt in his voice. You honestly didn’t know how to respond, part of you wanted to say that there was but the other part of you that still wasn’t sure. Not even an hour ago you hated Jungkook's existence and suddenly now he was the only person you could think of? Honestly you should have been locked up in a mental hospital for how quickly you changed your mind on these things.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” the voice of the very man you were just thinking of spoke up for you. You almost thought your mind was playing tricks on you until you turned around and saw Jungkook standing behind you. He was still in his demon form but since it was a Halloween party no one seemed to bat an eye at his appearance.

“Jungkook?” you questioned, “when did you get here?”

“I’ve been looking for you all night, looks like I came just in time though,” Jungkook mumbled as he glared daggers at Namjoon. The man in question seemed to get the hint and quickly excused himself, standing and dusting off his pants with a nervous cough.

“Right sorry I’ll leave you guys too it, I’ll see you in class Y/N,” he stuttered out, tripping over himself in his haste to leave the conversation. Jungkook merely scoffed and flipped his hair out of his eye before taking the seat next to you that had been previously occupied, though he refused to look at you. You blinked a few times in shock before awkwardly clearing your throat.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were mad at me?” you asked.

“You called me here,” Jungkook replied, “or are you going to tell me that was also an accident?” You were about to ask what he meant when you remembered you were still holding the amulet behind you back. Pulling your hand back to rest in your lap, you opened your palm to see it looked the same but it was still warm. Is that why it heated up when Namjoon was talking to you? “You were thinking about me, I can sense it from a million miles away, just like how I can feel your emotions so I know when you’re hurt or uncomfortable,” Jungkook explained, finally turning to look at you. You nodded silently as you tossed the necklace around in your palm before reaching out to hand it to him.

“Here, take it back,” you clearly caught him off guard as he stared at you in shock, making you shrug, “I think I owe you an apology, I judged you too quickly instead of trying to open up to you. This doesn’t mean I accept being bound to you but I don’t want to get rid of you.” Jungkook chuckled softly before reaching out and grabbing the amulet from you, securing it back around his neck with a satisfied smile.

“It’s a start in the right direction so I’ll accept it for now,” he mused with another chuckle, “but I won’t settle on that for long.”

“If you say so,” you brushed him off while looking around, “can we go home though? I don’t think I want to stay at this party any longer.”

“I thought you would never ask,” Jungkook said with a smirk, “here take my hand, we’ll take a shortcut.” You looked at him confused but grabbed his hand anyways, the party slowly faded away in an odd blur before returning back to show you sitting in your apartment living room. “I told you I have quite a few tricks up my sleeve,” Jungkook hummed when he saw how confused you were.

“Noted,” you whispered in a daze as you slowly stood up and looked around the living room. It was then that you noticed a very odd and sweet scent coming from the kitchen. Turning your head, you began to make your way over there, only to be stopped by a frantic Jungkook appearing in front of you.

“Uhh hey let’s not go into the kitchen right now,” he urged.

“What? Why not?” you asked as you tried to peek around him.

“Trust me, just don’t!” now you were even more curious, dashing around Jungkook and running into the kitchen before he had a chance to react, “Y/N wait!” You slid to a stop and gasped as you realized where the smell was coming from. Your counter and small dining table were covered in a mess of baking ingredients and what looked to be tossed out batters for something. The sweet smell you quickly realized was chocolate as evident by the cocoa powder and color of the batters. It was a complete disaster but you couldn’t bring yourself to focus on that as you turned to look at Jungkook.

“What’s all this?” you asked. You swore you almost saw the demon blush as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well I wanted to try to cheer you up after what happened earlier and I remember you raving about this stupid chocolate raspberry candy or something like that so I thought why not try to make a cake for you,” he explained, “granted I don’t know how baking works so I didn’t realize it would be this hard, but I think I at least got one right.” He walked past you and over to the counter where there was a singular cake laying on a cooling rack, not even iced yet and it looked like it hadn’t been there long. From the looks of things Jungkook had been doing this for a while and dropped what he was doing when you summoned him. “I have no idea how it tastes so you can’t judge me too hard for this but here,” Jungkook said, pulling off a little chunk of the cake and offering it to you. You cocked your head to the side briefly before moving closer and taking a bite, groaning softly as the flavor flooded your mouth. It was a bit more sour than you were expecting so he probably used a bit too much raspberry but it was still really good for a first try.

“It’s really good, but really you mean to tell me you’ve never baked before?” you questioned, still with some of the cake in your mouth. Jungkook wasn’t really paying attention to that though, hyper focused on the way you had groaned at the taste and the way your lips wrapped around his finger briefly. It was such a simple thing you probably didn’t notice, but it had the demon reacting in ways he wasn’t sure he wanted.

“Is it really that good?” he asked after a moment, grabbing a piece for himself with a shrug, “I mean it’s okay I guess, better than the other ones for sure.”

“They can’t be that bad,” you replied obliviously as you walked over to one of the bowls, dipping your finger in the batter and sucking it off, “this one is pretty good.” Jungkook felt his eye twitch as your actions continued, watching you dip your finger into the batter again and repeat the process. It was then that you took notice of his little shift, noticing the way his eyes darkened and his tongue ran over his lips as he watched you. Normally that kind of look would have you running the opposite direction but something about it on Jungkook was rather attractive. It gave you a mini confidence boost and before you could think you found yourself reaching for another bowl, this time making a show of loudly sucking on your fingers and moaning at the taste of chocolate. “I think I like this one even better though, it’s nice and sweet,” you teased with a wink. Jungkook quickly caught on to your little game and smirked at you as he leaned against the counter.

“You’re doing this on purpose aren’t you?” he challenged, the tone of his voice causing you to shudder involuntarily. There was a new rough edge to it you never heard before, almost like he was growling as he spoke to you.

“No idea what you’re talking about, I’m just enjoying a little treat,” you continued with your teasing. He raised an eyebrow at you before humming and grabbing the last bowl, swirling the batter around with the tip of his finger before dipping two in and walking over to you.

“Surely you need to be fair and try them all then, right?” he mused as he lifted his fingers to your lips. One of his fingers brushed your bottom lip just enough to smear some of the cake batter onto it before you were eagerly opening your mouth and sucking both in. Jungkook could barely hold back from groaning as he felt your tongue wrap around his fingers, keeping a straight face as you glanced up at him. “There you go, good girl,” he teased as he pulled his fingers out, purposefully dragging them against your lips so that the remaining batter smeared against them. “Opps,” he teased with a dark chuckle, “guess I left a bit of a mess huh? Why don’t you let me get that for you.” Before you could respond you found yourself pinned against the wall as he crashed his lips against yours. Jungkook was demanding from the beginning, keeping you pinned with his body, one hand tangled in your hair while the other gripped your thigh. You tried weakly to fight for dominance for a few seconds before giving in and letting him have complete control, sighing into the kiss and grabbing onto his arms desperately.

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As badly as he wanted this to escalate, Jungkook stayed like that for a few moments, merely kissing you while playing with your hair and keeping you pinned. It was teasing and you both knew it, but Jungkook needed you to want him just as much as he did you. This was the moment he had been wanting the past month so he knew he could be patient. Even when the faint taste of the chocolate raspberry dessert faded, you two remained in that position, only pulling away when he felt you needed to breathe. You panted as you looked up at him, still desperately gripping onto you as you felt like you would lose your balance if you let him go.

“Wow,” you whispered out of breath, making him chuckle a bit.

“What do you think Y/N?” he asked, stroking your cheek playfully, “ready for an even better treat?” Instead of responding verbally, you answered him by pulling him back down into another kiss, catching him off guard momentarily. You took advantage of your power to explore him more, biting at his bottom lip and running your hands across his body. Jungkook groaned softly and let you do what you wanted for a minute before grabbing your thighs and lifting you up, not breaking the kiss as he carried you into your bedroom. You gasped softly as he laid you down as softly as possible, hovering over you as his kisses trailed from your lips to your neck. You moaned softly and tossed your head back as he began softly nibbling at your neck, occasionally sucking harder to leave a mark. His fingers ghosted across your body, barely touching you as he trailed his hand down your thigh. His touch was burning and left you desperate for more of him, quickly getting irritated by the slow and gentle movements.

“Jungkook, more please,” you breathed out, feeling him smirk against your neck.

“Be patient my little witch,” he cooed, “I want to take things slow for our first time.” You groaned in annoyance, reaching up to tug at his hair. Jungkook hissed at the action which made you giggle as he moved to look up at you.

“What if I don’t want you to take things slow huh?” you challenged, “you do want me, right?”

“More than you will ever know, which is why I want to savor this,” Jungkook muttered as he reached up to remove your hand from him. He readjusted so he was pinning both your hands to your side, straddling your hips as he gazed down at you. His new position had you squirming a bit to escape his eyes but he didn’t even budge, easily holding you down. “Now are you going to behave or are we going to be doing this the hard way?” he asked. You paused for a moment before giggling and as you finally looked up at him.

“What a powerful love demon like you wanting to take things slow? What I’m hearing is that you just can’t handle it.” You watched his eyes darken and his lips curl into what almost looked like a snarl, making you bite your lip and look away again.

“Oh no no you don’t get to be shy now you brat,” Jungkook hissed as he let go of one of your hands to grab your chin, forcing you to look up at him. You locked eyes with Jungkook and gasped as his hand went from your chin to your throat, squeezing just hard enough for you to feel the pressure. “You asked for it so you can’t take it back now,” he whispered, leaning down so your lips were almost touching, “your safeword is raspberry, if you say or think that word I will stop okay?” You did your best to nod despite his hands on your throat which made him shake his head, “Words Y/N, I need to hear you.”

“Yes!” you gasped out, making Jungkook smile and peck your lips softly.

“Oh and one more thing,” he continued, letting go of your throat to trail his finger down to the neckline of your dress, “if you even think about cumming without my permission you will regret it doll.” With that he wasted no time in ripping the dress off of you, the force pulling you off the bed a bit before his strength shredded the fabric, exposing your body to him. Because of the way the dress fit you, you had decided not to wear a bra so you were left in just your panties and fishnets. You almost swore you heard Jungkook purr as he took in the sight of your body. “Wow no bra? You are a dirty girl aren’t you?” he hummed.

“I just bought that dress,” you whined, trying to ignore the warmth spreading in your body from his gaze. Jungkook clicked his tongue in mock annoyance, moving his hands to roughly fondle your breasts. You gasped and arched your back into his hands which made him smirk.

“I’ll buy you a new one if you’re that worried about it,” he mumbled, “but for now I’m much more interested in exploring my new territory.” You opened your mouth to bite back that you weren’t his but he beat you to it by squeezing your breasts again, two of his fingers teasingly pinching your nipple and making you gasp.

“If I were you I’d lose the attitude,” he warned, “that is, if you want any chance of walking right tomorrow.” You moaned softly as he lowered his head, trailing kisses down your neck and chest before taking your nipple into his mouth. Jungkook started out with gentle sucks before slowly rolling the sensitive bud between his teeth. He repeated this process for a moment then switched to the other one, chuckling as he heard you gasp softly.

“I,” you tried speaking, pausing for a moment as you felt his hand grip your thigh again, “I can handle it, do your worst?” He paused his actions to look up at you questioningly, huffing when you returned his gaze with a look of defiance.

“If you say so,” he hummed, releasing your nipple with a soft pop, “don’t say I didn’t warn you though.” You didn’t have time to react before he was grabbing your hips and pulling you down, adjusting so his head was between your thighs. You squirmed a bit as you felt his breath on your core, warm and teasing as he exhaled sharply. “I’ve barely even touched you and I can already tell you’re soaked,” he teased, running a finger up to the waistline of your fishnets. You squirmed more and whimpered as he leaned forward to place kisses against you through your panties, poking his tongue out just enough for you to feel it. “These tights are super sexy also,” he mused, “I may just have to keep them on you.”

“Will you stop teasing and just do something already?” you whined. One of your hands reached down to tug at his horn as you bucked your hips, desperate for any kind of friction. Jungkook growed lowly, slapping your thigh just hard enough for you to feel it.

“So impatient,” he hissed, “I shouldn’t be touching you at all until you behave.” You pouted for a moment, worried he was going to leave you there, until you felt his finger hook under your tights and panties. “It’s a shame I have to ruin these but oh well, since I’m so nice I’ll give you what you want.” With a quick tug the thin fabric was ripping and joining the remains of your dress, exposing your core to the cold air. Jungkook hummed softly before leaning down and licking at your slit, giving a few kitten licks before diving in and sucking at your clit. You moaned loudly and tightened your grip on his horn, grabbing the sheets with your free hand as you rocked your hips against his face. Jungkook responded by moaning against you, sucking harder and pinning your leg back with one of his hands. Your thighs shook and threatened to close around him but he kept you pinned with his weight, moving one hand and slipping a finger into you slowly. He slowly pumped his finger inside of you for a few moments before adding another, quickening the pace and curling his fingers. You gasped and jolted as his fingers brushed against that soft spot inside of you, Jungkook smirking and angling his fingers to abuse that spot. All you could do was throw your head back and grip onto him tighter as endless moans fell from your mouth, struggling to catch your breath as you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching. Before you could tell Jungkook you were close however, he was pulling away and looking up at you with a devilish grin.

“Remember what I said sweetheart,” he mused, pressing his fingers to your lips and humming as you took them into your mouth, “you don’t get to finish until I say so.” He let you suck on his fingers for a second, letting you taste yourself as your orgasm faded away. Only when he saw you relax did he move, wiping his fingers on his pants, “The only way you are cumming tonight is on my dick like a good girl, think you can do that?” You were too out of breath to respond so you simply nodded, though it seemed to be enough of a response for him. Jungkook leaned back and, with a snap of his fingers, stripped himself of his clothing and exposed himself to you for the first time. Your eyes widened as you sat up to get a better look at the gorgeous man in front of you. You knew Jungkook was built but you never realized just how defined his muscles really were, the tattoos on his arms trailed all the way up and across his toned chest which was otherwise unmarked. Your eyes moved down until they landed on his erection, surprisingly human for what you imagined if not longer than average. Still, it was beautiful and you bit your lip at the sight of him. “Like what you see?” Jungkook teased, chuckling when you dumbly nodded, “good, because you don’t get to see it much longer. Now be a good girl and present yourself to me, on your hands and knees.” You quickly obliged, getting on your knees and lowering your top half to expose yourself to him. Jungkook hummed in approval and positioned himself behind you, gripping your hips and lining himself up with your entrance.

“You’re not a virgin right?” he asked suddenly, making you giggle as you shook your head no, “good.” With that he leaned forward and buried himself into you, groaning and stilling as he bottomed out. You moaned at the stretch and buried your head into the sheets, trying to catch your breath and adjust to the feeling of him inside of you. Jungkook gave you a moment to adjust, starting to thrust slowly as he felt you relax. “You are so tight you’re practically swallowing me,” he groaned as his pace increased. You could only moan and grip at the sheets to keep you grounded, the position hiding your face and muffling your moans which he didn’t seem to like very much. A low growl left him and you felt him tug roughly at your hair, pulling your head up and exposing your neck to him. “Don’t you dare hide from me, let me hear you,” he whispered, going even faster and burying his head into your neck. You moaned louder at the pace and the feeling of him sucking at your neck hard enough that you knew there would be marks in the morning. You couldn’t bring yourself to care though, enjoying the feeling of him fucking into you like his life depended on it. His position also meant you heard every animalistic growl and groan that left him, not normally something you would enjoy but from him it was undeniably sexy. “You’re mine you know,” he groaned, “you belong to me, and only me, all mine. No one will get in between us ever again after tonight, everyone will know that you are mine, I’ll make sure of it.” He bit at a sensitive spot under your ear which made you gasp and close your eyes, knowing you wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

“Jungkook I,” you tried to speak up but found you were unable to finish your sentence.

“I know baby I know,” he murmured, “go ahead and cum for me.” His command was all you needed, letting out a silent cry as you finally reached your release. Jungkook was not far behind, stilling inside of you and growling as he finished inside of you.

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Jungkook quickly but carefully pulled out of you and flipped your position so you were both laying down with you on his chest. His finger traced delicate patterns on your arm as you snuggled up against him, trying to catch your breath.

“I wasn’t too rough right?” he asked after a moment.

“Not at all,” you assured with a soft smile, “it was actually really hot seeing you all possessive.” You felt his chest rumble beneath you as he chuckled.

“Good to know, I’ll remember that for next time, if you want there to be a next time that is?” you stayed silent for a moment as you thought about it, trying to process how quickly everything seemed to change in the span of a night. Hell, not even a few hours before you were loathing Jungkook's existence and now you were here naked and curled up against him. The more you thought about it, the more you realized you really needed to assess your current relationship with the demon beside you.

“You’ll be bound to me for a while so I’m sure we’ll figure it out,” you said, realizing you had been quiet for too long. It probably wasn’t the answer he wanted, but he didn’t oppose it either. Instead you felt him pull you closer and place a gentle kiss on your head.

“I’ll clean everything up in a minute, you go ahead and rest and we’ll talk about everything in the morning, deal?” You didn’t need to be told twice, closing your eyes and letting his warmth lull you to sleep. You still had a lot to think about, but maybe being bonded to Jungkook wasn’t so bad after all.

This is one of three promised fics that will be uploaded within the next week as I do my best to catch up!

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btsqualityy · 2 years

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OMG BLESS U SHAY FOR LETTING US REQUEST FOR DRABBLE DAY!! This is my first time requesting honestly. Can i please request of a continuation of a smut drabble of YG and mama min of that bad prank that she pulled on YG? (sorry english is not actually my 1st language so i apologize if i seem vague, but thank uuuuu xoxo)

Warnings: rough sex, squirting, dirty talk, creampie

"Fuck Yoongi," you gasped, grabbing the sheets beneath you in your hands as Yoongi pounded into you from behind. After making up from the horrible prank on your husband, he kept good on his promise to give you seven orgasms to make up for seven days of silence.

Yoongi had given you two orgasms from his fingers, two from his tongue on your clit, and one so far from fucking your brains out.

"Look at you, creaming all over my fucking dick," Yoongi grunted, lifting his hand and leaving a harsh smack to your ass cheek.

"I'm gonna come," you warned him but he just continued to fuck you at the same pace.

"Go ahead baby," he encouraged you and sure enough, your orgasm crashed into you, hard. Your walls clamped down so tightly around Yoongi's cock that he had to pull out, a deep groan escaping him when he saw you squirting onto the sheets.

"Oh my gosh," you gasped, your arms threatening to give out on you but Yoongi reached out, pulling you up so that your back was pressed against his chest.

"You still there baby?" He checked and you nodded tiredly, your head lolling off to the side as you attempted to regulate your breathing. "Think you can take one more?"

"I-I don't k-know,- oh, fuck yes," you moaned as Yoongi pushed his cock back into you.

"I think that's the real answer," he smirked to himself, wrapping his arms around your body and holding you close to him as he began to thrust up into you. The new angle caused the tip of his cock to brush up against your g-spot in the best way, and you felt like you were going to combust from how much pleasure you were feeling at one time.

"I'll show you," Yoongi muttered into your ear. "I'll show you how good of a fuck you'll be missing if you leave me."

"I, I, I, I," you stammered, not even able to get a word out.

"You don't have to say anything baby. Just be a little slut and let me use your pussy," he whispered. "Because that's what you are, right? My good little slut?"

"Yes D-Daddy," you managed to get out and Yoongi used one of his hands to wrap his fingers around your throat.

"That's what I thought," he grinned. "Now, squirt on my fucking cock baby." Almost as if your body was wired to his word, you came at that moment, soaking your legs, your husband, and the bed beneath you.

"Fuckkk," Yoongi growled, bottoming out inside of you as his cum poured out of his cock. Once he was done, he pulled out of you and you both collapsed onto the bed.

"What...time is..it?" You mumbled.

"3am," Yoongi replied.

"We really just fucked for three hours," you giggled.

"We did," he nodded. "Does the 7 orgasms help make up for a week of silence?"

"It's a good start," you teased, making him roll his eyes.

"Come on, get up," Yoongi said as he sat up. "You need to clean up and drink some water because you squirted a lot, and I need to change the sheets because I'm not sleeping in this big ass wet spot."

"Yes Daddy," you teased. "I love you Yoongs."

"I love you more Min," Yoongi replied, leaning over and giving you a gentle kiss.

#btsqualityy drabbles #drabble day 2 #yoongi x reader #yoongi smut

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struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor · 1 month

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It's just been 100 days without our jikook, I hope they are doing well 🥲

I'm worried for them!! They're apparently in the worst fucking place possible, and fans are saying Jungkook's been having knee issues (apparently, he hurt himself before enlisting). I remember Army noticing he was limping at the airport with Jimin, but I assumed he would be okay by now. If he still hasn't recovered, it must be serious... I really hope fans are exaggerating. I'm worried about his dancing. Knee injuries are fucking serious. I had knee surgery but my knee is still fucked and always will be. I don't wish that on anyone, especially my baby...

Jungkook's job also seems really rough... It's better than imagining him learn to fight or bomb shit, but it's really hard work - and hard on his body. People always take that kind of labor for granted, so he might not be given the same compassion/appreciation/opportunities to rest as other soldiers. I wonder what Jimin is doing? Apparently people know, but I never know any gossip lmao. I'm worried about Jimin too... I wonder how rough his job is. He always looks so sad in pictures... There are only 2 in which he's smiling... I fucking hate it. Give me back my babies!

I was way less concerned about the other members... Maybe it's because Jin and Hobi always posted reassuring stuff and it seemed they were doing okay. I don't know what's up with Namjoon and V tbh, but they're still posting on Weverse kinda like usual. Jikook's silence just makes us more anxious, I think.

I also hope Yoongi's okay...

Ah, thank fuck Jin is returning soon!!!! I miss him so fucking much!!! BTS is coming back, starting with Jin, can you believe it?? Can you believe there was a time when they were always around?? Crazy!!!

Thanks for the ask! Sorry if this gives you anxiety :( I really, really hope we get some update soon. I want to see them comfortable in their normal clothes. What if they're all on leave and we get an OT7 pic? Maybe OT6, cuz Yoongi... I would cry of happiness. Please show me your face JK, I'm going through it.

#ask #bts #jungkook #jimin #jikook #text #thanks for the ask!

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1 month later

J POV

I can't stop thinking of Yoongi

He's on my mind all the time and it's driving me crazy

I keep thinking of the sex we had and how much I want him again

Not just the rough crazy sex

But the slow sex too

I've never had sex like that before where I could feel his every move, his every touch, his every kiss

I miss his kisses

It felt like making love but it couldn't have been

I look at the pictures of him all the time

And yeah while I look at his naked body, I mostly focus on his gorgeous face

I've watched the video I took of him eating me out too but it's mostly the pictures

Before he left, he showed me how to hide the pictures in a hidden folder so no one could see them if I lose my phone or someone takes it

But I think about more than the sex too

I daydream about him too

About sitting in his studio with him while he works on music

About walking next to him and holding his hand or him putting his arm around me

Of me kissing him every time I see him

Of us doing anything together- watching TV or a movie, going out to eat, napping together, just being together

And I realized I have feelings for Yoongi

I don't think it's love, not yet but I'm one hundred percent sure it could be

I want him

I want to be with him

I want to call him stupid couple names, see him smile at me, make him laugh, be in his arms all the time

Make him happy

But he shows zero interest in me like that

He acts like that night didn't happen and just went right back to being my best friend

He hasn't been calling me or texting me much in the last month

He keeps saying he's really busy because of the new album

I mean I get it but he's been busy before for albums and he's still made time for me

The only time I see him is when I'm doing his make up and we can't talk about anything then

But the way he's been acting, I can't say anything to him anyway

I can't handle the rejection again

It's just too much especially after Hobi

And I'm terrified of ruining our friendship

He's the only one who helped me get past the break up with Hobi

He's been there for me my whole life

I literally can't live without him

I know I said that about Hobi too but with Yoongi it's true

It's been us two since we were little

He's the only person who's been there for me for everything

I won't risk our friendship

So I just push my feelings away and act as normal as possible, even if it kills me

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"Done Kookie", I say when I finish his makeup, "Aww you look so pretty!"

He rolls his eyes, but smiles, "Yeah Jo, thanks"

"You're welcome", I smile back

He just laughs and gets up

Jungkook was my last member for today

I just have to hang around to touch the members makeup I did while they do the photo shoot

I grab the makeup belt and the small box kit I have, filling them with Jungkook, Namjoon and Jimin's makeup and brushes

"Uh Joanne?", I hear behind me

I turn around to see Hobi behind me

What does he want?

He's ignored me over the past six months, so why is he talking to me now?

"What?"

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

I sigh

I don't want to

I should tell him to fuck off

But I can't

He's my Hobi

My love

So I give in

"What do you want?"

"I want you back", he says softly

I blink

What?

He what?

Is he kidding?

Did I hear him right?

"Uh what?", I ask

He looks down, "Joanne I love you. I've missed you this entire time we've been apart. I want you back Jo. Please take me back"

I don't know what to feel

I know I'm angry though

After him doing who knows what all these months, now he wants me back?

"What happened? Your hair stylist didn't want you? You're done fucking around with other girls and now you want me back? It doesn't work that way Hoseok"

"I know Jo but I haven't been with anyone else. I was angry when you broke up with me and I held on to that for a long time. But I still couldn't bring myself to be with anyone else"

He was angry at me?

Is he for real?

"I broke up with you because you were blatantly flirting with other girls. In front of me!", I snap, "You told me to my face that you wished I wasn't your girlfriend. That you wished I was your hair stylist"

"I know-", he starts

"No you don't fucking know! You don't know how it feels to hear the person that you love more than anything in the world tell you they hate the way you are. That you wish I was someone else. That you have fun flirting with other girls, unlike me. Remember you said that?"

He nods, "I'm sorry Jo. I was angry and an idiot and I just said those things but I didn't mean them"

He didn't mean them?

He fucking crushed me with everything he said and he didn't mean them?

Is he fucking kidding me?

"You fucking killed me Hoseok. You ripped my heart out and you didn't even care. Why the fuck should I take you back? Give me a good reason why I should"

"I...I love you Jo. I do. And I'm so sorry. I promise I'll make everything up to you. I swear I won't flirt with anyone again. I won't even look at another girl. I swear. You're the only one I want. I'm sorry it took so long for me to come talk to you. I was angry at you and when I realized I was an idiot for feeling like that, I was too ashamed to talk to you. But I can't take not being with you anymore. Please aegi, give me another chance"

I don't know what to do

Everything just got so confusing

I have feelings for Yoongi

But this is Hobi

The love of my life

The one I still love

Right?

The one who hurt me the most

But Yoongi doesn't want me like that, he shows no interest

I can't just wait for him, hoping that one day he'll see me as more than his best friend

That may never happen

And Hobi is here asking me to take him back, telling me he loves me

I'm just confused but I need to answer Hobi

I think for a minute and decide to try again with him

"Fine Hobi. But this is your only chance. If you fuck up that's it. I'm never going to be with you again", I warn

He nods, "Ok"

"Ok", I agree

He comes to me, his lips on mine in a kiss

I kiss him back

But

The only thing in my head is how different it feels from Yoongi's kiss

And that Yoongi's is better

'Stop!', I scream at myself, pushing the thoughts of Yoongi out of my head

And when I do, I melt into Hobi

When he pulls away, he looks at me, smiling, "I love you"

"I love you too", I answer

He smiles and kisses me again

I have my Hobi back

So why do I still feel so confused?

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Yoongi POV

'Just ask her', I tell myself

I'm trying to psyche myself up to ask Joanne to be mine

I can't stop thinking about her

I mean it was always like that but now it's worse

She's on my mind every second

I hate that I had to be away from her for this whole month

Namjoon dropped that we need to start putting the songs together for the new album and he wanted to have at least everything in the first draft by the end of this month

I was so fucking annoyed because that meant that I had to stay at my studio working

I did the intro for this album

I had to compose the music then write lyrics for that and other songs, then put everything together

And I love doing it but it meant I had to be away from her just when things were starting to look hopeful for us

It also means more photo shoots, music videos and performances starting from today

I'm not going to have any time to see her unless she's doing my makeup

It sucked being away from her and anytime we were together it was with the guys and I had to act normal like nothing happened between us

I was always needed for something that took me away from her

She knows how busy I was and she supported me as always but I don't know if she was expecting anything after that night

I hope she was and I was going to ask her out but everything got so busy

But I can't wait anymore

Today is the first day I've seen her in a week and when she walked in I knew I couldn't wait anymore

Jungkook just came in so she should be coming soon

He was the last one she had to do makeup for

I glance up when Hobi comes in

And my heart drops to my feet

He's holding her hand

Why?

I watch in horror as he kisses her cheek

No no no

Why?

"I love you", he says to her

NO!

Oh my god are they back together?

Did I lose her to him?

Again?

No this isn't happening

She smiles weakly at him, "I uh love you too"

I can't do this

I can't

She should be with me

I can make her so happy

Why did I wait so long?

Did she want me but I took too long?

Does she think I don't want her so she went back with Hobi?

Or does she not feel anything like that for me at all?

I'm such an idiot

I should of said something the next day but I had to be a fucking chicken

I feel my heart breaking and it hurts so much

Hobi kisses her lips and she kisses him back

I can't watch this

I can't

I'm going to scream, I'm going to lose it

He smiles at her, then comes toward us

"Are you two back together?", Jungkook asks surprised

"Yeah"

"But you said-", Jungkook starts

I forgot that Jungkook was there when I was yelling at Hobi for hurting her

"I know what I said and I was an asshole. I didn't mean any of it. I was angry and hurt she left me and I said stupid things. She's giving me another chance and I'm not going to fuck up this time", he answers

I can't fucking believe this

This is bullshit

And the worst part is that it's my fault for not saying anything sooner

It's my fault

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During the break we get, I walk straight to her

I need to talk to her

I don't know what I'm going to say

But I need to know why she took him back

Why she doesn't want me

"Hey Jo", I say, forcing my voice to stay steady

"Oh hi Yoongi"

I go straight to the point

"You're with Hobi again?"

"Oh uh yeah"

"Why?"

She blinks, "What?"

"Why did you go back to him? You said he hurt you a lot and you were miserable for awhile.", I press

I need to know

Why can't she love me?

What's wrong with me?

Why doesn't she want me?

"I....I know", she answers, "He uh apologized and promised he'd never flirt with anyone again. He asked for another chance. And I didn't have a reason to not give him one"

What does that mean?

That doesn't sound like someone who wants to be with the other person

"Do you still love him?"

"I uh yea", she answers

That doesn't sound convincing

"I just want to give him another chance. Maybe it can be the way it used to be with him"

Is that what she wants?

This is killing me

But it's worse than before because we were together

And not just sex

She kissed me, she held me, she wanted me to stay with her

She called me baby, naekkeo and her Yoongi and let me call her jagi

Was I an idiot in thinking that meant anything?

But I felt it all night and day

It felt like she had the same feelings for me that I have for her

I felt it in the way she touched my face, the way she looked at me, the way she ran her fingers in my hair, the way she snuggled close to me, the way she held my hand

The way she kissed my arms, held my hand against her, the whole way she was with me the last time we were together

When we went slow

We fell asleep after that and I slept the whole night in her arms

She held on tightly to me all night

And she didn't want me to leave the next morning but I had to work on the songs

Was I imagining things?

No I wasn't

But does it really matter now?

She's with Hobi now so nothing I felt, nothing she felt matters anymore

And I can't tell her how I feel now

I'm not an asshole

I would never break anyone up

And like I always said, her happiness means so much more than my feelings

If she wants Hobi, I'm not going to stand in the way

I just wish it didn't hurt as much as it does right now

Like my heart is being ripped from my chest

"Well, I'm just making sure that's what you want. You're my best friend and I want you to be happy"

It's killing me to call her my best friend

I love her so much it hurts

But she doesn't love me

"Uh yeah Yoongi. It's what I want"

I nod

"I uh, I gotta go. Bathroom", I say and walk away from her

Once I get to the bathroom, I lock the door and I just break down

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J POV

I watch Yoongi walk away and I have the overwhelming urge to run to him

To hug him and kiss him and tell him I want him

But even now he acted like he didn't care

He called me his best friend and it hurt so much more than I thought it would

I know I didn't sound sure when I answered his questions about wanting to be with Hobi

Because Yoongi makes me question my decision

If he said anything right now, I know I'd break up with Hobi and be with him

My feelings are stronger than I thought

And why am I questioning my feelings for Hobi?

I love him

I know the difference between love and the feelings I have for Yoongi

I know I don't love Yoongi....right?

No, I don't

It hasn't moved to that yet

But he doesn't want me

He didn't say anything during this month

He could of texted me, said anything anyway he wanted to

But he didn't

He just wanted sex, I guess

It's just the way he was with me, the things he said

The way he kissed me, touched me, held me tightly to him, during sex and all during the night

I've never slept so well as I did in his arms

I always toss and turn all night, waking up dozens of time

But with him, I slept through the whole night in his arms

I've never felt so safe as I did with him

I never felt so.....wanted....

And I thought he felt the same way I did

I guess not

I have to get over this

Yoongi doesn't see me like that but Hobi does

And Hobi's been my everything for so long

I told him I'd give him another chance and I need to focus on that

I can't be thinking about Yoongi anymore

I have to push it away if it's going to work with Hobi

Even though I'm not sure if I want it to work with Hobi

I just don't know

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After the photo shoot, Hobi comes over to me, pulling me to him in a hug

I hug him but for some reason I feel uncomfortable

Especially with Yoongi watching

Hobi kisses my forehead, then asks, "Do you wanna do something aegi?"

When he calls me aegi, I just think of Yoongi calling me jagi

And I fucking want it so much

'Stop it'

"Yeah ok. You can come over", I tell him

There's no way I'm going to the dorm

I can't be around both of them

"Yeah baby. I'm gonna change and we can go ok?"

I just nod

He walks away from the set to change

I feel eyes on me and when I look I find Yoongi, staring at me

He averts his eyes when I look at him

He looks sad and upset

I'm just about to go over to him to ask what's wrong when he turns from me and walks away

It hurts but there's nothing I can do about it

"Ready aegi?", Hobi asks coming back to me

I nod

I guess

He takes my hand and leads me out of the building to my car

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I hate how uncomfortable I am

Hobi and I are watching tv in my apartment

We got food and ate then decided to watch something

But I can't get comfortable

His arm is around me and I'm leaning against him but my body won't relax

I'm just tense

It feels like when we first got together and we didn't know how to act around each other

Except this time it's only me

He's comfortable

To him we're back together, picking up where we left off

But not me

I don't know if I should tell him about Yoongi

I mean it shouldn't matter, we weren't together and it's not his business

And he'd probably get angry

No I'm not going to tell him about Yoongi

"You ok aegi?", Hobi asks

Shit, did he notice something

"Yeah. I'm just really tired. I didn't sleep much last night", I lie

Well it isn't so much of a lie

I spent last night the same way I spent every night the last month

Wanting Yoongi

Debating whether I should tell him my feelings for him

Deciding not to do that

Then question that decision and it starts all over again

It drove me crazy

But I guess I won't have those thoughts anymore?

I don't know

"You wanna go lay down?"

I don't know if that's a good idea

But it's not weird for him to ask that

We used to lay down all the time

'Stop. Be normal', I yell at myself

"Yeah ok"

He shuts the TV off, "Come on baby"

He takes my hand and we go to my room

I change into my PJs and he asks if I still have his clothes here

Which I do

I never threw them out or moved them

"Yeah Hobi. They're where they always are"

He nods, gets a shirt and pants, changing

We get into bed and he pulls me to him, holding me in his arms

And it just reminds me of when Yoongi was here, holding me all night

And how different it is to be in Hobi's arms from Yoongi's

And it's horrible, but I want Yoongi

I want him here, holding me against him, giving me soft kisses, playing with my hair

I need to stop

Yoongi doesn't want me like that

Hobi starts playing with my hair and I just focus on that and close my eyes, hoping I fall asleep quickly

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Yoongi POV

I'm fucking dying

Every fucking day

When I see her, my heart breaks

When I see her and him, I die a little more inside and I get extremely jealous

When he's not at the dorm, I know he's with her and I'm angry and unbelievably sad

When I'm alone, all I think about is her

All I want is to be in her arms, feeling her against me, feeling her soft touches, the way she ran her hands up and down my back

The way all she wanted was for me to kiss her

I don't look at the naked pictures or the video anymore

I look at the other pictures I have of her, the normal ones where she's making faces at me or smiling or a selfie of us

The ones we took through our years as best friends

And I fucking miss her

Those pictures make me miss her so much

Not just because I love her but because she's my best friend

I haven't texted her as much since she got back with Hobi weeks ago

And she hasn't texted me

I miss talking to her, joking around with her, making her laugh

She still does my makeup but it's like we're strangers trying to find something to talk about

So instead I just look at her beautiful face, imagining kissing her again

We have practice and Hobi said she's coming

That means another day where I have to watch them together

I'm already ready for this day to be over

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"Come on aegi", I hear Hobi call her

They haven't even gotten in the room yet and I'm already pissed off

They weren't here when we got here

They're late

And all I remember is when I was late to practice and the reason why

To just think that it's the same reason why they're late now...I can't

I have to stop thinking about it

Hobi comes in first with her following, his hand gripping hers

My eyes land on her like they always do and like always she takes my breath away

I know she likes wearing eye makeup and she's beautiful when she does wear it, but naturally she's fucking gorgeous too

And now she looks tired, she's yawning, her hair is in a messy bun thing, no make up and she has on sweatpants, a t-shirt and her favorite nikes and she's never looked more stunning

This is her, the real her, the way she always is when she's relaxed and comfortable

She's drop dead gorgeous and she has no fucking idea

"You're late", Namjoon says flatly

"Yeah, someone didn't want to wake up", Hobi answers

She sticks her tongue out at him

"C'mon Jo, you didn't. It took me an hour to get you up and another half hour to get you to change"

"I'm tired. And cranky"

"Yeah aegi, I know", he says, pulling her to him and kissing the top of her head

I avert my eyes

But I do wonder, if she was that tired then why didn't he just let her sleep?

She could of came to another practice

He didn't need to drag her here

"We need to start", Jimin reminds him

"Yeah ok"

He leads her to the chairs and she plops down

God she's fucking adorable

He kisses her cheek and she whines

"C'mon sleepy baby. It's ok"

She pouts and he laughs while I can't get over how cute she is

"So cranky", he smiles

She gives him a tired smile, then he comes back to us

"Are you ready?", Tae asks pointedly

"Yes", he snaps

I get into my place for "On"

The music starts and I start the choreography

I'm so not into it, but I force myself to dance

We have to do the dance video within a month and this is only the second time we're practicing after we learned the choreography

My eyes keep going to her

And every time, I'm surprised to see her watching me, biting her lip

God I love that habit

I miss seeing it

But whenever our eyes meet, she averts her, looking right at Hobi

And it hurts a lot more than I thought it would

Practice goes on and I try my hardest not to look at her

I don't want to be hurt every time she looks away

After awhile I can't help it and glance at her

She's falling asleep, her eyes fluttering as she sways

I'm afraid she's going to fall off the chair

She really shouldn't be here

She should be asleep in her bed

He should of left her alone

But seeing her fall asleep reminds me of when I was late to practice

What happened before that

When she asked me to stay

"Can you stay until you have to go? I want you to stay with me"

That was the best thing I ever heard since the night before when she asked me to stay the night

She kissed me then cuddled right into me, falling asleep

I remember being so fucking happy before I fell asleep

And now I'm not

I'm miserable without her

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I walk over to her when we get a break

Hobi went to get food for her

"Hey Jo", I say, sitting next to her

She looks at me and smiles tiredly, my breath catching in my throat

"Hi Yoongi"

"You're really tired huh?"

She nods, "I uh couldn't sleep last night. Tossing and turning. Probably because I took a five hour nap in the middle of the day"

I chuckle, "Yeah that'll do it"

"Yeah"

I can't help but wonder if it was me next to her, my arms around her, would she still be tossing and turning even with a five hour nap?

Or would she be fine, fast asleep?

It hurts to think about so I push it out of my head

Silence falls between us and I hate it

I hate how we've become

"So uh how's things with Hobi?"

I don't want to know, but I think it's something I would of asked before we were together

"Oh uh it's ok. I'm still getting used to it. To him being back"

"Oh?"

She hasn't gotten used to him again?

Why not?

It's been a few weeks

"Yeah uh, I got used to being alone, doing what I wanted without having to talk to someone else. And honestly I don't completely trust him yet"

Well I'm glad she doesn't trust him

Well blindly trust him

And I'm not just saying that because I love her

Her hurt her a lot, he needs to make it up to her and work for her trust

And I can't help but think that she trusts me

She would never have a reason to not trust me

I would never give her a reason not to

Because I wouldn't be that stupid

"Well I guess it'll take time"

"Yea", she agrees

She's silent for a second

Then she says, "I miss you Yoongi"

My head snaps to her

I hope she's being serious

"I miss you too Jo"

"I....I don't like how it is between us. Like we don't know each other. I miss my best friend"

My heart deflates a little but I understand

I miss my best friend too

"I know. I miss hanging out with you, talking to you"

"Is...is it because of Hobi? That it's like this?"

Yes

One hundred percent

But I can't say that

"I don't know. Maybe. I know he hurt you and it bothers me that he did"

"Thanks Yoongi, but I can handle it. I just want you back"

"I never left you Jo. I'm still here. Whenever you need me, I'll always be here for you"

I love her so much, I'll always stay by her side no matter what

"I hope you know I'll always be here for you Yoongi"

I nod

I know

She's proved that a hundred times over

Since we were kids

I don't know where I'd be without her

And I never want to find out

"Aegi!", Hobi calls, coming into the room, to us, "I got food"

My body stiffens hearing him call her

"Ok Hobi. Thanks"

He sits in the chair next to her and hands her a container

This is my cue to leave

I don't want to see him all over her

"I'm gonna go get something to eat. I'll see you later", I wave and walk away

"Bye Yoongi", I hear her say quietly

Hearing her makes me want to turn around and run to her, tell her I love her, get her back

Instead I deal with the pangs in my chest and force myself to leave the room

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theharrowing · 1 year

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Lol I know it’s not your story that triggers this in me but maybe my insecurities

But whenever I read the namgi threesome w mc I just can’t but feel she’s out of place? When Namjoon expresses how badly he wants to fuck her or when Yoongi shows interest during sex… I feel it’s all fake? That lowkey they actually don’t want her and she’s only there to fulfil a role but that they ONLY want each others. Like it’s a chore and obligation to fuck her when in fact they aren’t attracted to her.

I know it’s so sad to think like this but I’ve had far too many poly threesomes where it left me scarred. By people that made it very clear I was unwanted. So I’m sorry but fuck is this story hot. It just I can’t but cry whenever there’s any Namgi-mc scene and reminisce those old bitter days

I’m so sorry I feel so bad

hello, good morning, anon! 😴

i’m a little sleepyhead but i wanted to respond to this right away. this feeling is valid and relatable. i have definitely been in situations where it felt like i didn’t quite fit. or where it seemed like someone else didn’t quite fit. that’s rough, and it’s a feeling that’s not easy to shake.

i actually don’t really do poly irl anymore because i have found it doesn’t work well enough for me to keep trying. sadly, i have seen “trying the lifestyle” as an excuse to do things with others and without the communication and boundaries necessary to make it work, and it has blow up in a lot of faces. and that isn’t to say it’s always this way! i know plenty of folks who make it work and it’s lovely. communication is so, so, so important and sometimes people miss that, or they get too caught up in the moment to unpack their feelings (especially when the situation is more sexual than romantic.) i have too many trust issues to deal with a bitch who communicates poorly lmaooo.

SO ALL THAT BEING SAID, don’t apologize. you have no reason to feel sorry for feeling this way. it’s a trauma that has made a dent in your heart and it is hard to navigate media without feeling the impression of that dent. there’s nothing to be sorry about. we all have that thing. i have so many things haha.

in terms of namjoon and yoongi and mc in the collateral universe…the two of them do care about her and it’s definitely not fake, but they will always love each other the most. and part of mc’s hesitance when topics of love the future comes up (aside from so many things) is that she knows that. it was pretty clear from chapter 10 when Namjoon plops his toothbrush down by hers and she has feelings of, oh……he’s always been at home here and i’m still not. and this is definitely something that will continue to weigh on her mind. but i think, of the two of them, Namjoon is trying the hardest to actually make her feel like a member of that trio, and he’s being genuine. they watched her for a long time before bringing her into the house, so the attraction is there. but she will never be as important to Namjoon as Yoongi is, and……Yoongi’s feelings and priorities are complicated. i can’t say much more than that.

we’ll see how the story plays out! it may not quite go the way you expect it to. but i hope you keep an open mind and know that your feelings are valid, and don’t feel bad about it. 💜💜💜 thanks for sharing your thoughts!!!

#lovely anon #fic: collateral #you've got mail 💌#idk how to do a read more on mobile sorry it’s kind of long

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borathae · 11 months

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I feel like we don't talk about Emma and seokjin enough like.. That domestic goodness, never involved in drama, always cooking amazing food like they're the real mom and dad here while hobi is always the mischievous son😂😂😂😂

MY MOM AND DAD COOKED A WHOLE ASS WINTER STYLE MEAL? That is wholesome. Also I remember how sus I used to be of Emma? Bcz my baby bean JIN deserved a happy story and that entire chase towards finding Emma was such a never ending trail..

There's no point to this ask I'm just trying to distract myself enough or gather enough courage to push a hypothetical Emma x OC drabble in my head. My mind turns into a whole gutter on this blog 🥺😩

Anyway I loved the Jimin portion of the chapter, Sibi you wrote it so simply but it was so impactful. He never once broke character but the cracks of his healing were peeking through. I enjoy how awkward he gets sometimes around her. I still don't want them romantically I feel like this girl has enough partners 😂😂 ( maybe Emma can-shut up shut up)

I feel like the storm is coming. Ngl I'm looking forward to NJ.. I miss his demonic sexiness. Can you hint if he's coming soon or if there's time?

Did jimin abuse tae sexually? Or is he like rough and demanding? That speaking I love you in their ancient language had me sobbing 😭😭😭😭

Anyway so what do you think about Emma and OC? 😂

We need a whole ass ask your character run with just hoseok to know his thoughts. He's the only sane person around here. Except mom and dad ofcourse. And jungkook. Yes that's it.

RIGHT??? They are so unproblematic, always just there for good times and some sweet domestic moments. istfg I love this couple so much 🥺

Also I remember how sus I used to be of Emma? Bcz my baby bean JIN deserved a happy story and that entire chase towards finding Emma was such a never ending trail..

YES HAHAH you guys were all so sus of her and I was over here like "just wait and see, you'll love her" she is nothing but an unproblematic queen ahahha

He never once broke character but the cracks of his healing were peeking through. I enjoy how awkward he gets sometimes around her.

I like that you think this way!! Thank you so much!! I want Jimin to be better and to find happiness, but I really enjoy him being a lil bit feistier than the others. So I'm happy you enjoy the way he acts rn ALSO HAHA HIM BEING AWKWARD IN FRONT OF HER IS SO CUTE FANDSF it kinda reminds me of when Yoongi started warming up to her HAHAH I LOVE THEM FANDNS Fplease fadsfds

I feel like the storm is coming. Ngl I'm looking forward to NJ.. I miss his demonic sexiness. Can you hint if he's coming soon or if there's time?

He may be closer than one may think 😶 that is already way too much to say but JFADJF

Did jimin abuse tae sexually? Or is he like rough and demanding?

It was more that Jimin had a "I take what I want and how I want it" mindset in the past and most nights he didn't even really provide aftercare to Tae. So while he never fucked him without consent he was still more on the "I want this so I hope you want this too" side which still very problematic honey, don't do that BUT HE WANTS TO DO BETTER NOW SO PLEASE GIVE HIM A CHANCE ANDNF

Anyway so what do you think about Emma and OC? 😂

I'm so surprised that you guys are so into the idea of Emma and OC. This is so interesting because I only see them as platonic friends with Emma having a lil bit of an "older sister" role to OC FJADSF BUT IF YOU GUYS REALLY WANT THEM TO FUCK I AINT STOPPING YOU FROM FANTASISING ABOUT THEM we're all horny here on this blog

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onlyswan · 11 months

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hello! tulip anonie came back from the dead 🪦

i’ve just been catching up on your posts and why am i seeing people saying you’re leaving?!? 😭 but i’m so glad you clarified that you just need a break and i’m so sorry you have to go through that my love ♡ i just want to say if you really need a break then take it. you don’t have to write anything, and you don’t owe anyone anything. i think sometimes a slump is what we need to make us feel the yearning to do something that we love again because we’ll miss it eventually.

i guess may was a rough month for everyone. take your time to do selfcare for a whole week because may was an ass and i -too- wanna kick it in the butt for being the toughest and longest month so far. i know the ‘lack’ of interaction / appreciation for your writings lately can be discouraging and i totally get that. like sometimes it can feel as if a negative comment would be better than nothing, because at least ‘someone is acknowledging something that i made’. but i’m so happy so many people came to give you the love and support and it proves that you’re so loved and appreciated because your works really helped people to find comfort and have a peaceful time even just for 10 minutes of their (mine too) 24 hour long and tiring day.

oooh… and i want to tell you about a bit of my life lately… remember that i was going to yoongi’s concert and it was my first ever concert and you told me to forget everything except my ticket and powerbank? yea… my powerbank broke and i had to borrow this lovely lady’s 💀 i got a vip soundcheck and practically a barricade 🥹 i still can’t believe i got to see 1 of 7 of them right in front of my eyes 😭 i had so much fun and as an introvert -i hate crowded places so much and meeting so many people makes me anxious- i never thought i’d love concert as much as i did! but i’ll give it to yoongi and the lovely people i met, army 🫶🏻 because they’re the nicest people on earth istg. talking with armies online is so nice, but meeting so much of them in real life was soooo much better. the whole time i saw them, my brain just went “wow… we really love the same person / band huh. the tannies are so loved. i love it here”. speaking of concert… i got tickets for coldplay too! 😭praying that they will perform my univers live 🕯️🪐✨

and here we are in june! let’s have fun with tannies because it’s our month! i started this month still with a neverending college final project *booing and throwing tomatoes*. but i’m so happy because i finally found the type of pencil i’ve been searching for soooo long that i got out of my year long drawing slump… and i’ve been practicing again with drawing jungkook’s nose because i love it so much and i wanna *boop* it. and as i was sketching, i was watching the festa livestreams the whole day. a therapeutic experience :’] i miss them soooo much ❤️‍🩹

as i’m writing this, i’m eating unripe mangoes with salt and chili. reminds me of that drabble where jungkook, his abs, and oc went on a beach vacation ♡ OH! and the latest drabble!! i wanna be loved that way sooooo bad 🥲 and so steamy😮‍💨 and the bathtub scene… oh artemis i love how you can always always make the most out of the very intimate places in the house of lovers… the kitchen, the bedroom, and the bathroom. EVEN THE WALK IN CLOSET FFS. it’s just how good you are with what you do and you use your heart to dictate the words to your fingers.

buuut how are you feeling now? how are you doing? you can vent if you want to, i’m all ears! i hope good things happen ♡ have a great day artemis!

-🌷

hello my tulip anonie! i missed you so much! aghhh you got to see yoongi so close?!?!? i’m so happy 🥹 you deserve it so much !!!! 🥹 and thank god the lovely lady let you borrow their powerbank lmaooo. so nice to hear you had a wonderful experience at your first concert :") hopefully it’s the same for the next one too! coldplay is amazing!

and omg you draw??? you’re so cool <3 jungkook’s nose is my favorite nose ever if i was an artist i’d totally spend all my time practicing how to draw it. hehe

stop now i’m craving for mangoes 🫢 and maybe a jungkook. the latest drabble!! the bathtub scene… rips me to shreds when i think about it until now tbh. every room, no matter how small, can hold an eternity of memories 🥺 i guess is what i’m trying to say.

thank you so much for your understanding and endless love my beloved <3 life has just not been very kind, like everything that can go wrong is going wrong? i’m ok with challenges, but maybe only one at a time? 🤣 but you’re right! hopefully june will be a better month. with festa and pride month, i think we deserve that much !! hopefully i get to finish the next drabble soon too, which actually been helping me release my heartache little by little <3 i hope you have an amazing week my love! ☁️

#🌷 anonie

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#67 please and thank u kind miss zee <3

premise: “Someone just handed you a cat?” genre: roommate!au, humor || wc: 1K+ a/n: you didn't specify a member, so i hope it's fine that i chose yoongi for this (for reasons i am sure you understand) anyway this is so absurd i hope that's okay <5

The moment you entered your shared apartment with a nervous smile and an armful of blankets that definitely should not have been wriggling as much as it was supposed to, Yoongi knew that he was in for another batshit day. Or you know, just a regular Tuesday night.

"Please tell me that you aren't going to say what I think you're going to say," he starts, rubbing his temples with a weariness that would put war veterans to shame.

You pause, considering. "Well, I could maybe give you $5 if you can guess what I'm going to say."

Yoongi stares at the yellow-striped blanket in your arms which seems to have stopped moving, as if sensing his imposing gaze. "Please tell me that is not the cat from the 5th floor that you think you have a psychic connection with."

"Well, first of all, I don't like what you're implying! I definitely do have a connection with Mr. Sprinkles and we both think you're very rude!" you say, scowling. "And second of all, no, this is not Mr. Sprinkles. I know for a fact that he loves his sweet ol' Kitty Bitties very much and I would never do anything to separate soulmates—"

Yoongi wonders, not for the first time, if he should have read the fine print of your roommate advertisement before he'd unknowingly run headfirst into the worst decision of his life. Every word from your mouth feels like a hammer playing whack-a-mole with his braincells.

"Then tell me why on earth you have a fucking cat wrapped in a blanket burrito?"

"What makes you think it's a cat? What if it was a baby? Didn't think of that, did you?" you retort smugly.

Yoongi gawks at you, the urge to strangle you becoming unbearable. "Why are you saying that as if that's any better?! Do you actually think about what you say before speaking?"

You wave him off, ignoring his question. You brush past him and plopped yourself unceremoniously on the couch. Your rough jostling angers the mysterious bundle of fuzz in your arms, causing it to meow loudly in annoyance.

"Oops, sorry about that," you coo at the blanket, gently petting it as an apology. You turn back to Yoongi, smiling at him guilelessly. "So yeah, you were right, it's a cat. But it's not Mr. Sprinkles, so no $5 for you. I could settle for $2.50 if you're really bummed out about being wrong though. It was a valiant effort."

"Really? That's all you're going to say? You weren't going to run this by me before randomly adopting a cat? What about the roommate agreement?" he splutters, trying to make sense of it all. Which, for the most part, was a lost cause when it came to you.

You tsk, wagging a condescending finger at his face. "Wrong! The roommate agreement only says we need to discuss if one of us adopts a pet."

Yoongi gesticulates wildly to the pile of fur in your arms. "Is? That not? A fucking? Cat?"

You nod sagely, rubbing your chin. "Indeed. I am glad that we are in agreement on this."

Yoongi stares at you, shell-shocked. There have been many things in his short six months of living with you that have left him speechless. There were the alchemy experiments in the bathroom, the short-lived crystal buttplug small business venture, and even the haunted doll collection phase that you went through yet none of them have felt as insane as the conversation the two of you were having right now.

(Okay, that was an exaggeration. Yoongi still has nightmares from waking up at 3 AM with fucking Yo Gabba Gabba staring at him from across his bedroom.)

Noting his 100-yard stare, you decide to graciously offer a better explanation. "You see, I technically didn't break the agreement because I did not adopt this cat."

"What? So you're fostering it or something?" he asks, confused. "Why didn't you just start off with that?!"

"Well, no. I do own this cat," you explain. "Like, I've even named them Yoongi Junior in your honor!"

"What the fuck? You named me after a cat?" he hissed, like a cat. "That's the last straw."

You roll your eyes, tutting in exasperation. "Oh come on! Everyone knows you're a little cat boy. Hell, this cat looks exactly like you!"

There's no way in hell that this cat looks anything like him—

"Oh my god, it fucking looks like me," Yoongi says in awe.

When you unsheathe the cat from its soft blanket, Yoongi is shocked to find a tuxedo cat wearing a tiny black hoodie with the words "Lil Gangsta" written across its back with studs. Atop its head is a small grey beanie, almost identical to the one on top of Yoongi's own head.

"Holy shit," Yoongi mutters, his hand subconsciously going to pet his twin the cat of its own volition. "Holy shit," he repeats.

You smirk, self-satisfied. "I fucking knew you'd like him."

"T-that doesn't mean I'm okay with him staying! You needed to clear this with me before you adopted him! What if I was allergic or something?" Yoongi counters, but the fight in him has already left. The damned cat already has his cold, Grinch heart in a chokehold.

"You can't be allergic to your species, obviously," you scoff. "Besides, I already told you I didn't adopt him! Someone just handed it to me on the streets and no one said anything about getting free cats, right?"

Yoongi stops mid-pet, gaining a soft ireful meow from Yoongi Junior in response. "Wait, did you just say someone just handed you a cat?"

You shrug. "Yeah. What about it? It's pretty neat, huh?"

Yoongi steps away from you and the cat, his common sense returning to him. "Y/N, that's fucking shady as hell. What if this cat is chipped? What if they're tracking it and getting doxxing us as we speak? Holy shit, I knew this was going to be bad. We need to get rid of that cat, now!"

You and the cat pout back at him, hurt brimming in your equally doleful eyes. "Ouch, Yoongi. And here I thought we got something good going on..."

"The only thing 'going' here is that fucking cat," Yoongi humphs, grabbing the cat unceremoniously.

You stand up, chasing after him. "Wait! Where are you going?"

"I am going insane, that's where I'm going," he mutters, before turning back to face you. "Don't worry, Y/N. I'll bring him to the shelter. They'll probably know what to do with him better than we do, anyway."

"But... But..." you start, eyes already beginning to fill up with unshed tears.

Oh shit. Here it comes.

And just like every single time your insanity has caused Yoongi's quality of life to worsen, he finds himself melting under your gaze. Curse the soft piece of bread he calls his heart!

After what feels like an eternity, Yoongi sighs. "Fine. We'll keep him."

You cheer, whopping in celebration.

"But—"

You deflate immediately. "There's always a but and never enough butts..." you whine petulantly.

"But," Yoongi repeats, as if you had never said anything. "We still need to take him to the shelter and report him. If they find that there's nothing sketchy about him, and check if it's clean and healthy and whatever, then maybe..."

"Hell yes! You're the best, Yongo Bongo! I knew I could trust you, my beloved cat boy!" You say, jumping up to envelop him in a hug.

In response, he elbows you in the tit. He says he did it because he had a cat in his arms, but mostly it's because he doesn't do well with physical touch. You know, just cat boy things.

"You owe me, by the way," he grumbles as you both make your way to his car. You skip happily beside him, not missing the way his hands have not stopped caressing Yoongi Junior the whole while.

"Sure, sure. I'll transfer the $2.50 to you as soon as we get back."

"That really wasn't what I meant." He sighs, shaking his head in defeat. In his arms, Yoongi Junior meows happily, his eyes closed in contentment. Yoongi finds himself doing the same.

#yoongi scenarios #did the last sentence mean Yoongi meowed back? who knows LMFAO #anyway this took one fucking hour omg im so bad at writing now HSAJDJKSAJD #not proofread idgaf #t:unlisted #Anonymous #answered

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borahaejenn · 2 years

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✌️Good Morning Bangtan and ARMY!😊

I say good morning not just because by the time I post this it will probably be morning for you in your side of the planet lol but my mom and sister woke me up at 7 am today and I went and got a bagel and some coffee with them this morning for the first time in a bit and now it is like 8:56 am on Wednesday and here I am wide awake. How has your days been so far? I got a sunburn and I have been melting from this heat lately.🙃

I also got back from visiting my cousin at the cemetery. It was the first time I ever went into a cemetery and like my mom put a mix of holy water with something else in our bodies before we entered. Like I was not expecting it because my mom was like “here we have to put this one before you both go in to keep the energies you will walk into from effecting/affecting (I say both because I suck at grammar and in your mind you can circle the correct use for the word here) you as you leave out of respect.” My mom has learned different things spiritually and culturally from my grandma way in the past and this is one of those times where my mom explains another practice I was not aware of and the water actually smelled nice and I felt lighter. Lol Lately I have been feeling so heavy energy wise. Like my mind was up to doing things but my body was lethargic and with the heat it made it worse and today I feel better after visiting my cousin and also getting wet by the sprinklers from the cemetery lol we went so early that they were watering the side where my cousin was and my mom, my sister, and I had a laugh as the water wet us but we felt blessed. 🤣🤣🤣 I didn’t really talk about my cousin before but he passed away like 3 months ago and he passed away like two months after my grandma passed away and he had a rough time here on earth as well and I grew up with him and a lot of my other cousins until we reached like middle school age we didn’t see each other as much, but even when I heard of the news I was just mentally talking to him as if he could hear me just like I did with Ana before and I was at peace with that, but today it was very peaceful being there in front of his pictures and flowers. When I walked around I could feel the energy was very soft and I felt really blank from my mind like I thought I would have much to say when I got there, but I just was staring at everything and it felt like I was in a world where none of my thoughts could come out in the sense that my mind was just put at ease. It was until we said good bye that I was able to think of something. I left in silent but calm spirits. And now here I am feeling much better than the past days in regards to energy. I got to visit my cousin who I have not seen since I was 13. I got to focus on another wave of energy and to greet spirits and I felt welcomed. I am odd but as I was going through the grass and passing a lot of graves I kept apologizing to them for stepping on their grass because I felt like apologizing for touching their energy space as well and it didn’t feel right to not give my respects at least in that manner. But, this was an interesting morning.

This week I also got a lot of videos talking about things and also introducing Nox and I did them like a day ago and I am laughing because I recorded two videos saying I miss Taehyung and Yoongi and I saw that today they both came and like if that is not another PROOF 🤣 (pun intended) of that TELEPATHY, I don’t know what else is. lol I am not even kidding. I even had them in my drafts on Tumblr waiting to post them tonight. I was thinking of not posting them because Tae Tae and Yoongi came already but nah, I will still post them. I also am on my “I MISS PARK JIMIN” agenda and wrote it out in the sand when I went out to the beach three days ago. Lol ENJOY MY CHAOTIC MESS AND HEAVY WINDS. I don’t care if Jimin gets annoyed I am going to keep making videos until he arrives because I see Jimin is making me work hard for him and I will do it because I love him that much too. One thing about me is that I AM NOT GOING TO QUIT IF YOU ARE VERY FAR INTO MY HEART. 🤣🤣🤣 Also, I like being a clown on videos because you get to feel me out more for the fool that I am 🤣🤣🤣🤣 Oh and let me go into the TMI I talk about in the videos and I apologize to the homie Henry Cavill because I think I didn’t say his last name right and I just saw a video on how he tells people how to properly pronounce his last name lol I am so late. But, yeah I did like a marathon over the weekend and it was way different from what I did before but I felt like an idiot because I was too far into my head to realize that I overdid the mileage. 😂 It went for a good cause and I wanted to do another virtual type marathon and I came across Henry Cavill’s Durrell Challenge and they help animals😭 and I wanted to do it for those babies because animals have been calling my name lately and I wanted to help and so signed up for it and donated and I started training for it, but I made the mistake with how many miles I had to walk/run. Lol I also went out really early for the first time in awhile to do this and I went in thinking I had to go for 13 miles but it was actually 13km, meaning 8 miles. Lol I managed to do a full 13 miles of walking but it was so hot that I went for my halter top and I got sunburned and forgot to add sunscreen. 😂😂😂 But, since that day that I finished it, I got aloe vera gel and it has been healing well. My skin feels nice too. ☺️ I added it to my face because I was red from my face too and it got burned and it started to peel.😂😂😂😂 I need to stop being impulsive and do things properly more lol I was too excited to try this out that I just went for it without protecting my skin. 😂😂😂😂 Cool thing is that when I was doing my walking, I was thinking a lot, and bumping to my music, and there was this cool ahjussi on a bike that was going for his morning bike ride and I could tell he comes there a lot because I walked back and forth from one end of the coast to the other side into another city and he just saw me so much also going back and forth that at my last 3 miles he was like “keep going” and I was just so thankful. 😭 There was also elderly folks walking and they saw me speed walking and they just smiled at me and waved. I felt surrounded by supportive energy lol I was going at it. It is funny because if you see my results, I literally walked 13 miles at around the same time I would finish a 13 mile run. I read that most people would finish 13 miles of walking at 6 hours max and at 4 hours even speed walking and I did it all under 4 hours and I was like so juiced. I wanted to beat 6 hours and below and I did it, but at the cost of my feet being injured but it was my first time doing some speed walking for 13 full miles and I damn proud of that accomplishment because I made a goal for myself and I outdid it. 💪HELL YEAH!!! However, don’t be impulsive like me and don’t injure your feet. Train properly ever time and wear the right shoes. Lol

Also, because Hobi shared throwback photos, I got some throwback videos and photos from the past me through different years up until 2015. I also got some concert/rave videos so please be aware that if you are sensitive to light, please do not press play. Lol I also don’t know how I kept the camera still with all that went on during those times, because I was filming and dancing with one hand in the past. I shake more now. 🤣🤣I just wanted to give you more of a glimpse of me from the past for throwback Thursday because we are going into Thursday. muahahaha. I don’t really care much for the term throwback Thursday, but I do when it comes to y’all because I don’t mind sharing with you. Lol I felt for awhile I was losing bits of me like I needed to dig deep inside because I felt I was losing it for some reason and going back to past videos and countless photos of what I would film and take photos of kind of reminded me more of what an odd and humorous person I am deep inside and I felt like a “welcome back” to myself. I know I was not losing myself, I was just straying away from my own nature and coming across it again. I think sometimes you need to step back to remind yourself of how cool you saw the world growing up and how compared to now you saw even trivial things as great. I have so many photos and videos that I can’t post them all but it was cool to laugh again and just like find myself dancing with a video from like six to seven years ago. Lol I was like “THAT IS THE JENN THAT HAS BEEN CALLING BACK. WELCOME HER BACK AND MERGE TOGETHER” LOL 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I forgot I use to do funny videos with my younger brother and that is probably why I am okay with doing videos more now. I felt like I would be more nervous, but I feel comfortable again like way back then when I would take home videos and do stupid crap with my brother. I found GOLD, but gold that I don’t know if I would ever post because I was so cringe lol I love it though. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I am wild and I love it and I love being around people who are willing to do stupid crap together with me and my brother is one of those people.🤣🤣🤣 I hope y’all can enjoy my old pics and videos for entertainment.👍

Oh and y’alll😭😭😭😭 my latest discovery is HAVARTI CHEESE. LORD, I HAVE BEEN BLESSED. I tried many grilled cheese and hands down, HAVARTI is the goat of cheeses😂😂😂😂😂 I had the best grilled cheese ever with Havarti cheese this week. I looked up a recipe and I got my sourdough, my avocado, my veggies, butter, and Havarti with some light salt and pepper and 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 HEAVEN. I did not think Havarti cheese would be that versatile with grilled cheese but it is and it tastes so damn good and adding meat to it like bacon or bbq chicken is even🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥. Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!! I saw this recipe with caramelized onions, chicken, and havarti and I was so peeved by the onions lol but the chicken looked good.😭😭😭😭 I notice people add cheddar with Havarti, but nah you don’t need any other cheese to pair it to make it taste good on a grilled cheese lol it can stand alone and be hella good regardless. 😭😭😭 I just wanted melted cheese this week and I went and got stuff at the grocery store and went for it and I fulfilled my wants. 😂😂😂

This letter is short this week, but at least I got a lot of videos from which you can hear me talk.☺️ lol I am at least glad I was able to come and post this week and to talk to you all. I love you. I really do even if it is an overstatement. I have been seeing so many videos on different opinions on shows I have been watching and even controversial topics and I had not idea there was this whole side to youtube with users who touch base with these topics and bring out the history of certain concepts and even with beauty standards and I am enjoying it and learning more. There was this one on love and this person offered another perspective on it and I love how they broke it down on how it is viewed as two different things of a “feeling” and an “action.” But, what I got out of it from even looking at people’s comments on the video, is that love is not just a feeling you wait to get into. This was said from a nice ahjussi who is married and he literally said that love is like 10% finding the person you want to be with and 90% being the best you can for that person through growth, learning, and doing so by being present. It is not just a feeling, it is like the act of showing up every day and doing what you can for your other half. I like the way he said it because I think it applies to all relationships even your friends, family, and not just significant others. Because no matter what, every connection you really want to keep and take serious in your life, you are going to want to show up for them and act on that connection beyond just feeling you love them. Just like today, I say I love you as an action to show up for you too and it has been that way for each time I have come here. It is not just a feeling, it is me also trying to put my best foot forward by leaving even the lightest of marks on your day or even your heart, because I want to. ❤️ I was suppose to say good bye shortly and went on a tangent lol But, please take care and I hope you can feel some warmth with this ending for today. Make sure you also eat. 🤤 A mind like yours needs fuel to carry on for comeback lockdown lol 🥰 I also hope you have a nice weekend. I shall go. I have to go do a full deep cleaning these next days and give my self a full attitude adjustment. Lol I shall go and y’all alright I have another theory why Kook and Taehyung got in trouble together a lot back then. This is just my opinion and I know Taehyung talked about the fire and water aspect, but I just put two and two together and like OMG!!!! OUR KOOK IS A LEO MOON AND OUR TAEHYUNG IS AN ARIES MOON. The moon sign also tells a lot about how you are in your own home settings or how you are with family at a close level in general and like you put a Leo and Aries together and what do you get??? Lol That is a lot of fire energy already lol fun chaos never leaves those two signs when put together. You get an unstoppable energy lol I just remembered reading about moon signs and it is beyond just emotional, but yeah lol Okay, I shall go now. 😎 I know this is all over the place. I purple you.💜 Remember to take one day at a time. I feel like time is only wasted when you focus too much on an outcome and not living in what is present before you. Focus on the gift you have of today. 😇 bye bye!!!!

With my heart 💌,

-Your Jenn ✌️🐰

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yoonpobs · 2 years

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back-burner | christmas drabble

yoongi doesn't like christmas that much; but he loves you—that much

GENRE. fluff, smut

WARNINGS. christmas decorations bc we know how stressful it can get lol!!, Yoongi's POV!, yoongi is a teasing lil shit, yoongi is also deeply in love, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, cockwarming (ish?)

NOTE. i miss our back-burner couple even if it hasn't been that long 🤣here's them being the cutest ever. this takes place a year after the epilogue so some time has passed!!! there may be some plot/logical conflicts but we move LOL 💕

hope you enjoy this Christmas gift to ya'll 🥳 also...some talks about 👀will be seen in this drabble...which foreshadows future drabbles...hehehehheehhehehehehehe

(the back-burner couple will never leave us I love them too much)

WORDS. 6.2k

“To the left.”

Yoongi shifts, just a little because he’s anticipating another—

“No, you idiot! My left—not yours!”

And there it was.

“Love,” he sighs, and if he was any more observant maybe he’d notice how you preen ever so slightly at the term of endearment. “It looks fine. No one is going to notice if the star is point five millimetres off centre.”

You blink.

“So you admit it’s off-centred?”

Yoongi opens his mouth to refute your rebuttal, but it’s left to no avail when you wave him off, equally annoyed and frustrated when you gesture for him to step off the step ladder that enabled him to reach the top of your overly-ostentatious Christmas tree.

Yoongi’s spent a few Christmas’ with you, though they were nothing extravagant. It’s the first year that the both of you were really celebrating with each other, learning about the other’s quirks and requirements when it came to the annual celebration. Based on previous occasions, you weren’t quite particular with where decorations went, or what colour theme you ought to follow.

The thought, while exasperating on its own, still brings a semi-fond smile on his face that he hides so that you won’t nag at him for finding your vexation amusing. It was more that he finds himself settling into a sense of comfort that you finally allowed yourself to do what you like—with him.

“I can do it, you know,” Yoongi sighs, folding his arms across his chest as he leans against the wall next to the tree.

You’ve already replaced him on the step-ladder, hands busying themselves with manoeuvring the star on the top of the tree with snipers precision. Yoongi wasn’t even sure if the ornament was moving with how careful you were being with it, and the look of concentration on your face tells him that you weren’t listening to him. By choice.

“Please pay attention to your surroundings so you won’t fall and die,” he says blandly, “I’d be quite heartbroken if you did.”

You shoot him a snarky look, “Quite?”

Yoongi’s lips twitch in amusement when he sees you puff out in annoyance, an indignant pout on your face when you edge your head backwards briefly to observe the apparent angle of the star.

“Very,” Yoongi corrects himself with a small laugh before he makes his way behind you.

You were too focused on frowning at the inanimate object to notice his presence, more concerned about finding a way to telepathically connect with the star so it’d be your puppet and perch itself into a position up to your standards.

You were stubborn. Yoongi knew that. It was one of your few quirks that he accepted, knowing that it was never as harmless as people made it out to be. He’s learnt—known—that you were a little rough around the edges, but you were pure. Someone who needed someone else with a little more patience to understand the edges that carved out the beautiful, and unadulterated version of yourself.

So, when Yoongi wraps his arms around your waist to lift you off the step-ladder—you squeal. Then, you whine. And then it’s a thwack to Yoongi’s shoulder (the right one because as much as Yoongi has told you that he’s fully healed, you never wanted to leap over that barrier—it was endearing) as he laughs at your chagrin.

“Put me down!” you demand with a hiss, “Yoongi! Stop laughing!”

“No,” he says, and he’s glad he can’t catch the daggers you were shooting at him since you were facing forward. “Let’s take a break.”

“That implies the both of us were working,” you say dryly, “You stood on a step-ladder for five minutes. Yay. Would you like a medal?”

Yoongi huffs, “I—”

“God, the bar is so fucking low,” you mutter under your breath.

Before Yoongi can say anything to that, he tosses you onto his couch, earning an equally loud shriek at the way your body makes contact with the plush surface.

When he stands above you, you’re glaring at him so vehemently that your expression may as well as telling him to dig his own hole to get buried in.

“A half an hour break won’t hurt,” Yoongi smiles, kneeling down to reach your eye level as you scoff. Your arms are folded across your chest petulantly, pointedly avoiding the way Yoongi attempts to catch your gaze.

Yoongi rests a hand on your knee, squeezing the flesh as you pretend like it wasn’t doing anything to you. Frankly, Yoongi couldn’t tell with the way you were stubbornly clenching your jaw in vexation as you stare at the entrance of his apartment as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

You did this often. Get annoyed with Yoongi, stay silent; sulk; pretend like you were mad (maybe you were, but Yoongi likes to think you’re softer than you acted), and wait until Yoongi started to grovel.

Yoongi almost laughs, a smile threatening to make its way onto his face when the routine refreshes itself in his mind. If you were anyone else, he’d leave them on their own until they cooled down enough to listen to him, whether they agreed or not. But you were you, and as much as you exasperated him—he was a man in love. He was putty, and you had him wrapped around your finger whether you were aware of it or not.

Another squeeze and he notes you jolt ever so slightly, knees parting on instinct. He wants to smirk but he knows you’ll start cursing him out again.

“Sweetheart,” Yoongi murmurs, fully knowing that it was your favourite name. Gosh, you were unpredictable and predictable at the same time. Your nose twitches. Yoongi smiles. Score.

“The tree looks beautiful,” he reassures softly, thumb rubbing a soothing circle under your knee. He wasn’t lying. You did have an eye for things like this while Yoongi was rather simple. He appreciated aesthetics but didn’t place it as a priority. He valued company over outlook—but with you, he’d get both. “The house looks beautiful. You did a really great job at decorating.”

A shift. Your chest was slightly facing him despite your gaze still being trained to his front door.

You needed to hear these things. Yoongi knew that. You liked hearing that you were doing a good job, seeing the approving smile on Yoongi’s face even if he thought you didn’t need his approval. Who was Yoongi to deny you the everlasting truth he holds?

“You deserve a break,” he says softly, inching closer until he’s kneeled between your parted thighs, catching your dubious expression when he smiles up at you. “Let me take care of you, hm?”

“We need to finish the decorations,” you deadpan, voice impressively stable when you glare down at him.

Your legs make space for him.

“After.” He cocks his head to the side in a way that you claimed made him look cocky. But hot. Apparently. “No one’s coming over until 8 PM.”

“It’s five-forty, Yoongi,” you huff, flailing your arms to gesture towards the analogue clock on his coffee table.

“And Jungkook doesn’t know early even if it hit him in the face,” Yoongi snorts, hands now rubbing slowly up and down your thighs. You curse under your breath, something about wearing sweats instead of the shorts you were dawning. Yoongi’s not complaining. Easy access.

“Jimin said—”

“Jimin too,” Yoongi says quickly, almost huffing at the mention of the intern-turned-resident. You’ve taken a liking to his apprentice, and while Yoongi wasn’t…possessive, Jimin had a crush on you and Yoongi—well, he was your boyfriend; your partner—he was allowed to be sceptical!

(Jimin was nothing but polite to you, but the cheeky looks he’d shoot Yoongi when you weren’t looking tells him that Yoongi’s downfall was amusing to him.)

“What if Hobi comes early—?”

“I’ll tell him to fuck off,” Yoongi replies curtly.

You flick him against his forehead as he winces. You glare down at him, knuckle still pressed against his forehead so he couldn’t get any closer when you realise that he was edging closer to where he wanted to be.

“Haerin? Namjoon? You know they offered to help,” you remind.

“Namjoon would understand the innate need of a man to ravage his girlfriend in his own home,” Yoongi says.

A pretty flush appears on your cheeks as your jaw slackens. You always said Yoongi was too much. But he doesn’t think you know. Know just how much more he wants to give you—the world; the universe—all the multiverses out there if they existed.

“You’re so annoying,” you seethe.

“Okay,” he shrugs, then he shoots you a small grin. The ever soft tilt of his lips makes your features soften ever so slightly. “Now are you going to stop pretending like you’re mad at me and let me take care of you?”

“I am mad,” you snap weakly, fingers darting out to grasp at his shoulder when he suddenly pushes your thighs apart with his hands. “We’re supposed to be decorating—!”

“You know for someone who seems to really like Christmas, you’re very grumpy,” Yoongi teases.

You gawk at him. “I’m not grumpy! I just want the decorations to be perfect—!”

“And it is.” Yoongi presses a kiss to your inner thigh, arms wrapping around your thighs as he tugs you forward. You yelp, bum on the edge of the seat as he grins up at you so widely as if you were the one doing him a favour.

You were. Every day. Being with him. Staying by his side despite the hectic year the both of you had. And you were here, in his home, a plane ride away from the home you called yours.

(“Merry Christmas,” you had said shyly, turning up on his doorstep when he blinked at you. Shocked. Stunned.)

“What if someone—” you mumble, nibbling on your lips as Yoongi can’t help but smile at you. It seems like the only thing you can evoke out of him is happiness; apparent in his expression too.

“We’ll deal with it later,” he reassures you gently. Then, he peers up at your eyes when you finally decide to grant him the liberty of looking into your gaze. “Now, I want you to sit there and let me service you. Got it?”

“Don’t say it like that,” you mutter.

“Always telling me what to do,” Yoongi huffs, shaking his head as his fingers reach towards the band of your shorts, teasing. Featherlight. He feels the goosebumps raise on your skin as you narrow your eyes menacingly at him. “Relax for me, okay?”

“Don’t tell me to relax,” you snark.

Yoongi smiles. You were so stubborn. Noisy, when you didn’t need to be. He’d need you to be quiet, and he knew exactly how to get you that way.

Your fingers are still on his shoulders, and Yoongi takes a second to turn his head, pressing a soft kiss to your right knuckle. You pinch his neck, but it’s so light that it feels like a love tap. It probably is, because when Yoongi looks up with a pointed look, all you do is huff like the petulant Princess you were.

He pulls your shorts down, greeted with the bare sight of your pussy, already glistening with your wetness. He smirks to himself. You could play this facade as much as you’d like, but Yoongi knew you and your body like the back of his hand. He learned every bit of who you were; loved every bit of who you were—he knew.

“This isn’t a reward,” you warn, hands going to clutch at the strands of his hair.

Yoongi laughs, tugging you closer until he was eye level with your pretty pussy. Before you can yell at him for laughing at you—annoyed—he dips his head, tongue darting out to catch the drop of wetness that threatens to fall to the couch beneath you.

You gasp, a sound Yoongi’s well-acquainted with and even less tired of. He’d have you moaning for him every single second of the day if he had it his way. But you were ambitious, a lady with dreams and he respected that. He’d service you, day and night, every minute—anytime. He’d settle for these moments.

“Yoongi…” you say breathlessly, legs twitching when he hooks a knee over his shoulder for better leverage.

“Taste so good,” he whispers against your mound, tongue dragging up your slit to collect all your wetness towards your swollen pearl. When his appendage drags against the bud, your back arches, sensitive as ever and just how Yoongi likes you.

“Don’t tease,” you scowl, voice shaky when you tug at his hair.

“Me?” He feigns innocence, pulling away to shoot you a lopsided smirk as you glare at him, cheeks already flushed. Yoongi feels all the blood rush to his cock just by looking at your beautiful (yet, angry) face. “I’d never.”

Yoongi decides to spare you the wait, leaning in and wrapping his lips around your clit as you gasp, legs almost snapping shut. He keeps them spread, palm digging into the meat of your thighs as he laps against your sodden folds, your clit—swirling and pressing like he wanted to imprint himself upon your skin forever.

Yoongi loved giving head. To you. He never divulged his sex life with any of his co-workers, with the exception of Namjoon (and even then, the details were very sparse because your business wasn’t his—and he didn’t want anyone else to know just how amazing you were). But he’s heard stories of men who weren’t so keen on giving head, claiming that it wasn’t as satisfying as being on the receiving end.

Yoongi would always keep his opinions to himself but the eye roll remained. They were selfish lovers. Period.

Even if that was the case, Yoongi thinks you must’ve done some magic on him because anything you did, any little reaction you gave him—aroused him. He was insanely attracted to you, attuned to your body like a snake to fiddle and he could almost laugh at how whipped he was. Having you this way, spread out so pliantly for him, pussy clenching around nothing as your bud pulses against his tongue—was his definition of sexual gratification.

“Y-Yoongi—,” you mewl, legs clamping against his ears as he feels you shudder under his ministrations.

God, you were so fucking sexy. Your breathless moans, the way your fingers wrap themselves tighter around his strands of hair to ground yourself; the half-lidded gaze you shoot him from above like an angel peering over her people—you were so tantalising and Yoongi couldn’t get enough of you.

Then, powered by his devotion, Yoongi delves in deeper and sucks on your clit like he was on a mission to suck the soul out of your body. A high pitched sob escapes your lips, your legs vibrating by the side of his face as he smiles into your sodden cunt, feeling the way your hole pulses uncontrollably.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you chant, voice hoarse when you do juxtaposing actions—your hands pushing him away when he feels you shake under his actions, and your legs keeping his head firmly put where he wants to be. Either way, Yoongi wasn’t going to stop until you were coming.

“That’s it,” he encourages with a smirk. And to seal the deal, he adds two fingers—quick because he knows you can take it—and curls them up until it hit the spot that made you—

“Yoongi!” His name sounds like heaven when it rolls off your tongue and he’s so hard that it almost hurts. But he’s on a mission to get you off. A reward for himself despite your earlier warning, and an act that fits into the context of gifting season.

You cum. Loud. Wet. Messy. The sounds are so obscene when Yoongi slurps against your oversensitive cunt, your hands weakly pushing his head away with a breathless whine when he continues to lap at the honey that pours out. You taste so good that Yoongi’s head is a little hazy. Your wetness is smeared all across the bottom half of his face and he couldn’t have had it any other way.

When he pulls away, he feels fucked out—and he watches the way your chest heaves up and down in exertion when you stare at him with a dumbfounded expression.

“What the hell,” is all you say. He knows it was good, and he gives you a parting kiss to your thigh before he pushes himself up.

“Tis’ the season, sweetheart,” he smiles.

You gape at him, your eyes boring into his skull as if you were attempting to regain some sense of consciousness. But before Yoongi can ask, you’re pulling him down onto the couch with you, and with wobbly legs—you perch yourself on his lap.

“You can’t just do that and not give me your dick,” you deadpan.

Yoongi blinks, then he bursts out laughing. His shoulder shakes when you continue to glare at him, both in annoyance and in desire.

“Thought we needed to get back to decorating,” Yoongi throws your own words back to you as your face morphs into a scowl, brows furrowed in a way that tempts Yoongi into brushing his thumb in-between them to placate your expression.

“Now you want to decorate?” you scoff, hands resting on his shoulders as his own naturally find their way to your waist, squeezing the flesh that’s bare of clothes with the way your sweater has ridden up.

“Someone once told me that the decorations needed to be perfect,” he shrugs noncommittally, thumb rubbing against your skin as he feels you shudder under his touch.

“Well that someone wants you to fuck her,” you snap.

“I have a girlfriend so I don’t think she’d be too happy about that.”

You roll your eyes, and Yoongi feels all the more accomplished when he spots the quirk of the corner of your lips at his silly statement.

“At least I know you won’t go run off with some lady,” you huff as your hands are busy with the drawstring of his sweats, already palming his hardened length over the fabric.

Yoongi’s breath hitches, feeling the heat in his body travel to his lower region with the way your tinier hands engulf his cock over his sweats like second nature.

You looked so pretty like this. Your hair was slightly matted down after your shower when you left it to air-dry, and there’s the semi-permanent frown on your face that he always jokes about being good for pre-mature wrinkles—but it’s you. The same girl, woman, he’s loved since he was eighteen. Now, the both of you were older, and finally together.

It’s funny how things in life worked out sometimes.

“Never,” he grins widely, one hand retreating from your waist to stop you before you can get your hands under his sweatpants—even if his cock was dying for some form of friction, already riled up after witnessing your orgasm.

“Yoongi,” you whine with a pout, “We don’t have time!”

Yoongi smirks. “Then we can go back to decorating.”

You frown at him, and he spots the way your eyebrow twitches as he stifles his laughter.

“I don’t want to decorate now,” you sniff, “I want to sit on your dick.”

“Come on, has chivalry really died?” he muses, “Where’s my kiss?”

“I’m a lady, Min Yoongi,” you say with narrowed eyes, and Yoongi’s indulging in the way your cheeks flush a deeper shade.

“What happened to modern-day feminism?” Yoongi chuckles, voice lifting into a tease as you gawk at him.

Even if he was hard beyond belief, he enjoyed sharing moments like these with you. When you were you, and he was him. Where all your conduct and expectations were knocked over whenever you were with him; the little snarks that you’d throw at him when Yoongi would poke at your buttons. It’s a dynamic that’s always existed between the both of you—a push and pull that he’ll never get tired of.

“Are you seriously going to equate me not initiating a kiss as proof of how chivalry has died when you men were—!”

But, Yoongi’s still a man, as you loved to remind him whenever he’d annoy you a little more than usual. And despite the way he loves having you like this—he wants to be inside of you, to fill you up to the brim and feel your heat envelop him like you were made to take him.

So, Yoongi wraps his thumb and index finger around your chin to swoop you in for a kiss, pressing his lips tightly—yet with warmth—against your own, feeling the way you immediately melt into his touch.

“I’m teasing,” he reminds lightly, still murmuring the words against your lips.

“You’re so annoying,” you say breathlessly, and then you’re pushing back onto him until his back hits the back of the sofa.

You waste no time getting him out of his sweatpants, haphazardly tugging the material down until it pools under his thighs as opposed to getting it fully off of him. As expected, you were on a time crunch and you were a woman on a mission.

“Use your hand,” he directs, leaning back to enjoy the way you take charge even if it’s just for a moment.

You lift yourself off his lap ever so slightly to wrap your hand around his shaft, eliciting a hiss from Yoongi when he feels you squeeze the base of his cock. Yoongi usually took control in the bedroom even if it wasn’t a fixed role. Naturally, you took control in most aspects of your life and even in the dynamics of your relationship—so you often allowed Yoongi full reign over your sexual reprieve. Yoongi didn’t have a preference but it would be a lie to not admit that seeing all the ripostes filled with fire die on your lips when you sought for his commands—his validation—was enthralling.

“Slowly. Just the tip,” he continues, voice strict as he sees the way your lower lip juts out in potential defiance. He shoots you a look. A warning. He wonders if you’ll decide to disobey today.

“It’ll fit,” you whine, “You always fit.”

Yoongi hides his groan well. His eyes flutter shut ever so slightly when he feels himself lose control when the tip of his cock breaches your fluttering pussy. He’s been inside of you enough times, but every time is a new experience. He’d never get tired of the pop that it makes when he passes the threshold, the gasp that you and he let out as if you were synced to each other.

“Patience,” he says with a small smirk, thumb rubbing against your cheek when your teary and desperate eyes peer up at him. “Sink down just a little for me.”

You do, and he feels more of your heat engulf him as his other hand squeezes around your waist. God, the way you were pulsing around him makes his head spin. But the way you squirm above him is even better. So, he holds out a little bit longer, taking every bit of self-control to not fuck upwards until you were putty in his arms.

“Yoongi please,” you mewl, forehead dropping onto his shoulder as he laughs. The vibrations cause you to let out a breathy whimper when his cock jostles ever so slightly in your cunt. You wrap your arms around his shoulder, clinging onto him as if he was your last lifeline.

“Doing so well for me,” he croons, tracing his fingers up and down your spine as you shiver. “Last bit for me, love. You can take it.”

“I can,” you warble, finally sheathing his cock deep in your cunt as you let out a sinful gasp, head was thrown back when he’s nestled deep in your pussy. You didn’t top often, mostly because Yoongi was so big that it made you feel so whole—according to you. But when you did, Yoongi knows it’s an experience that the both of you want to replicate, over and over.

You don’t move, your manners impeccable when you await his commands. Yoongi knows that you know that he’d never really punish you for disobeying him. But he knew that you liked this—liked waiting for the green light; liked the way that Yoongi controlled your actions that delivered mind-numbing pleasure.

You rest your hands on his chest, and he slowly palms your waist—then the underside of your breast, and finally your mounds as you remain still on his cock.

He slips off your sweater with ease, no dragging it out—nothing particularly sexy about it. Almost intimate when the two of you share a smile. Soft and warm. Just like Christmas. Just like this moment.

“Thank you for coming,” Yoongi whispers, suddenly feeling sentimental. Really, he always felt this way around you. An overwhelming sense of feeling that he needed to get off his chest. He never knew he could be as expressive as he is, not until you were his, and him—yours. “Thank you for decorating my home. For inviting everyone over to spend the holidays with us.”

You flush. You’re not usually this shy. But you hide your face ever so slightly when you duck your head down.

“You don’t need to thank me,” you mumble. It’s intimate; the way his cock is firm inside your cunt—hard as a rock—as you possess the ability to rock forward and bring the both of you home. The both of you choose not to, just for a second. “I never got to celebrate Christmas like this. It’s…nice.”

You say the last part quietly, voice hushed in a whisper as Yoongi shoots you a small smile. When you look up, your cheeks are so flushed that he’s tempted to tease you. But you squeeze his shoulders, a nervous habit whenever you felt like you were about to go on a ramble. Yoongi knows this, so he waits.

“Christmas wasn’t fun,” you tell him, “My parents never really cared for the holidays. And Haerin…well, we weren’t close. You were the only one that really paid attention to me so…I wanted to do this right.”

Yoongi’s heart clenches at your soft tone, almost as if it was your inner-child speaking and not you. You rest your cheek against his chest as he holds you tighter to his body.

“I’m sorry for being so…anal about this,” you wince, “It’s just—I want this Christmas to be perfect. And I want things to look pretty so we can take loads of pictures for memories.”

“You know this Christmas is already perfect because you’re here with me, don’t you?” Yoongi finally speaks up, the words uttered into your hair as you scoff.

You pull away, the you that he’s always known slightly returning as you narrow your eyes at him.

“Don’t be such a cheeseball,” you say with a scrunch of your face, “You know what I mean! It’s our first Christmas together and I want it to be special! And you think the star is fine when it’s clearly off-centred! You know—I really hope our kids don’t inherit that habit of yours because—”

Yoongi freezes, his hands stilling against your waist as his eyes blow out wide. You’re still rambling, going off your mini tirade. Your mouth is moving but he can’t really piece out anything except for the fact that you took a one-eighty and was now calling him an idiot, along with some other words that he’s gotten way too used to.

Kids.

Our kids.

Yoongi’s heart seizes in his chest, and he can already picture it. Years from now. Or even a year. Who knows—fuck, he doesn’t care but he can see it. Christmas Eve. You’re decorating the tree again, and Yoongi isn’t helping you because your daughter—or your son—or both—is helping you. They’ve inherited your stubbornness that takes years of Yoongi’s life away, but also your livelihood, the energy that brings you so far—and it makes his life brighter.

He sees the matching sweaters, a cheesy tradition that he never liked until this picture came to mind. He sees the hot chocolate; the whipped cream moustache that he doesn’t tell you about so he can snap a picture. Fuck. He sees it all—and suddenly, he needs to—”

“—like I know it’s not that deep but it is! The star was off-centred, and it’s obvious—” You don’t finish your words because Yoongi’s planting his feet against the floor, and hands around your waist, before he’s thrusting upwards.

“Fuck!” you squeal, caught off guard by the sudden force that knocks the air out of your lungs. But Yoongi’s delirious, the visual in his mind never leaving when he continues to fuck upwards, deep into your sodden pussy as you let out cries of pleasure at his ministrations.

“You want my kids?” His voice is uncharacteristically soft for someone who’s holding you so tight to his body, thrusting his shaft deeper and deeper into your hot walls as you cling onto him for support.

“I-Is that what—fuck—you got from what I said?” you snap, but he knows you’re flustered. You’re glaring at him, but your mouth falls into a pretty little ‘o’ when Yoongi pulls you down on his cock at the same time he thrusts upwards.

“Tell me,” he grunts, feeling the way your cunt clenches around his length as he lets out a low groan. You moan a high-pitched sound that he freezes to memory as one hand releases your hips to tilt your chin up so that you were looking at him. “Tell me you see it too.”

“Y-Yoongi, shit, fuck,” you babble on, mewling incoherencies as your eyes meet his manic ones. The sound of skin slapping against the skin is obscene, and the Christmas music you were playing earlier is muted by how loud you’re getting, along with the squelches of your cunt.

“Tell me,” he growls, “Do you see it? Christmas morning? With me? With kids?”

You squeal when another hand leaves your hips to play with your clit. The arms around his shoulder are the only things keeping you rooted in position as your eyes pierce into his own. You felt so fucking good around him that he feels himself already losing it—but he needed to know. He needed to hear it from you.

“I-I—” You’re struggling with your words because Yoongi’s fucking you so hard and fast that it’s a little hard for him to think too.

“Fuck, I’ll give you kids, all right,” he snaps, bringing your lips to him and captures it in a blazing kiss. You moan into his mouth when he bites on your lower lip, all while he speeds up the finger working against your clit. It’s pulsing. It’s wet. You were close—he could feel it. “I’ll give you everything you want. A home. A family. The world.”

“F-Fuck, Yoongi,” you sob, “I’m going—I’m gonna cum, please, please—”

“Shit, I’m so—” Yoongi laughs tightly against your mouth, the both of you breathing into each other as he shoves his cock upward and stays there for a beat longer as you let out a garbled moan. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

You pull away to give him a tired but satiated smile. “I-I’ve—ah—heard.”

“Look at me,” he whispers, hips still working upwards as he finally feels your vixen-like grip around his shaft. A guttural moan leaves his lips, his eyes shutting in a moment of weakness before they’re open again—only to see your gaze falling onto his own.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he commands, and suddenly—like magic—you’re clamping down on him as you convulse around his cock, legs shaking and body shuddering.

Somewhere in the midst of your orgasm, your shaky fingers find their way in-between Yoongi’s ones. You grip his hand so tightly, and he feels the press of the ring he promised you a year ago bite into his skin. It drives him crazy—crazy enough that he continues rubbing at your clit through your climax. Yoongi cums with you, hot spurts with a promise painting your inner walls as you cry out his name.

Your sweaty bodies are pressed together when you attempt to catch your breath. Your hand is still squeezing Yoongi’s, and he doesn’t intend on letting go either. He feels his cum leak out of your cunt when he begins to soften. You don’t make an effort to move, only rests your head against his shoulder as he feels your chest heave.

The two of you stay there. He’s not sure for how long, but it feels nice having you against him like this. He should probably pull out and clean up the mess before guests actually start arriving while the two of you were anything but presentable. You’d probably yell at him for dragging you into this. And he’d let you, every—single—time.

“Love,” he murmurs, wondering if you’d fallen asleep. You got tired after sex, and while he wanted to let you rest—he didn’t have an eye for aesthetics like you did. He didn’t want to burn twice. But his curiousity—his desire—still wins. “Were you serious?”

He feels your body stiffen ever so slightly before it relaxes. He helps your body upright so that he could see your face when he got an answer. He could wait; he knew people said things during sex that didn’t really translate into their daily lives. He just needed confirmation.

“I…”

“I was serious,” he adds on softly, brushing hair away from your cheek when he pulls your face closer, nose brushing against your own. “I’ll give you anything you want. And if you want…”

“I do,” you mumble shyly, looking away. “I want…kids. With you.”

Yoongi feels his heart soar, and he really can’t stop the wide grin that appears on his face when you snuggle into his chest, playing with his fingers as you look anywhere but his face.

“I mean obviously we’d have to be married first but I still want kids,” you say quickly, almost childishly as if you were hinting at something.

Yoongi smiles, looking down at you as if you had painted the star in the sky for him.

“Obviously,” he reiterates with a teasing grin. “You just got to be patient.”

You huff, opening your mouth to say something before you decide against it. “No public proposals. I don’t want to break your heart in front of an audience.”

Yoongi hides his laugh. “Okay. Thank you for your consideration.”

“And…” you continue, words muffled with the way your cheek is pressed against his chest. “Nothing gaudy.”

“Got it,” he nods. He knew that. Of course, he did. But hearing it from you, speaking as if your future together was absolute—made him softer around the edges. The way he’s like only when he was with you.

“But don’t make me wait forever! I waited this long to…” you trail off, sheepish. “…to be with you…and I don’t want to wait too long. If not I’ll be infertile. And old. And ugly.”

God, Yoongi’s heart was going to burst. He can’t help the laughter that bubbles inside his chest as you scowl at him with an annoyed glare.

“Whatever happens, I’ll never leave you,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to the peak of your cheekbone as you sniff, pleased. “You got to try a lot harder than that.”

“You better not,” you warn, hugging him tighter.

A beat. Yoongi’s heartbeat—he’s sure you heard.

Then:

“I love you,” Yoongi says.

You smile into his chest.

“I love you too,” you murmur, shy.

Just as you’re about to lean up to press a kiss against his lips, his phone vibrates in his pocket. It’s a surprise that it’s managed this far through your escapades. He shoots you an apologetic expression as he fishes for his device.

When he slides open his notification, he’s already bracing for another round of expletives from you.

From: Kim Namjoon

Haerin and i are 5 minutes away. hope our presence can help w the decorations lol

Also, dw, ___ is scary but at least you’ll have back-up

#back-burner #back-burner drabbles #yoongi fic #yoongi fluff #yoongi smut #christmas drabble #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader #fluff #smut #bts fic #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts smut #bts x oc

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Bad Taste (M)

Kim Taehyung Oneshot

•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes

•••> Summary: His taste in music is almost as bad as your temper/patience/everything that involves your ability to resist him.

•••> Pairing(s): Taehyung/Reader

•••> Word Count: 9.85k [Unedited]

•••> Rating: 18+

•••> Tags: smut | EstablishedRelationship!au | Taehyung!au | Papi!Tae | Horny!Tae

•••> Warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, semi-public? sex (bathroom), mention of voyeurism, mention/effects of use of marijuana, impatient Tae, aggressive yearning, fingering, mild masturbation, loads of dirty talk, slight degradation (no degrading names), Tae’s a horny lil hoe, this is a bit of a crack fic, bear with me please it’s my first one

A present for Miss Fae ( @swcetnight ) as part of the #bss21 event. I hope this can raise your spirits. Happy holidays, love.

-Your Bangtan Secret Santa, Allannah AKA Cedar

Shoutout to @erotikkook for helping me with this super stubborn banner! Love you bunches, Levi!

MASTERLIST

The snow falls outside the window.

The lights twinkle and shine in from the street below.

Your heart beats ferociously.

It takes everything in you to not fall asleep on the bed purely out of enraged spite as you wait for Taehyung to leave the bathroom so you can start doing your makeup.

You hear the shower running and you see the light from his candle flickering underneath the closed door as you mindlessly scroll on your phone. For whatever reason, he doesn’t want you to come in.

Okay, you know the reason. But you can’t play into his game. If you do, you’ll end up late to yet another party hosted by the ever charming and ever pompous man that is Park Jimin- his line brother. The game Taehyung plays when you have an event to attend results in one of two things; you get to the party just on time which is incredibly uncomfortable, or, you get there so unfashionably late that it is a giveaway to everyone else as to why you’re late.

You can hear Taehyung humming as he takes his sweet time bathing and wonder how much longer he’s going to do that before you give in and storm the bathroom seeking war. The patience he tests and prods every day wears thin with each little nudge he gives you and you fume because you know he does it intentionally. Why else would he invite you over to get ready at his place

Tell that fucker to hurry his ass up or else I’m kidnapping you and leaving him behind The notification slides down from the top of your screen and is accompanied by the vibration of your phone in your hand. You shift in your position, adjusting the towel around your head, before you type out your response to Namjoon, another one of his line brothers.

I’m not even ready yet because he’s in the shower. I’m gonna fucking kill this kid when he gets out

Namjoon is quick with his reply and you scoff in response.

What does him taking a shower have to do with you getting ready? Are y’all not at the point where you can shit in the same house yet?

Namjoon is so unaware of the predicament you’re in that you actually get annoyed with him for asking the question. You know that it’s sarcastic, but, for a moment, you have to set your phone down and breathe to calm down. Damn, your temper is bad.

Instead of responding with another text, you decide to call the man in hopes that Taehyung will hear the conversation and hurry the fuck up.

“Did I go too far?” Namjoon’s voice is deep as he answers the call with the question.

“No.” You groan. “I’m just sick of texting. This shit is getting irritating.”

On the other end, you hear him chuckle and then shuffle around with the sound of his keys jingling. He’s already ready to go?

“Must be nice to be able to be early.” You grumble. Impatiently, you begin to bounce your foot.

Namjoon laughs again and you just roll your eyes at how lucky he is.

“It’s quite nice, actually. Yoongi and I are going to meet up and grab some alc before we get there.” He says.

“Good.” You sigh exasperatedly. “I’m going to need some.”

“Already having relationship problems that require a drink? Damn, dude,” You hear the sound of his front door shutting and his lock turning. “That bad, huh?”

“I just- fuck, Joon! He does this on purpose!” You throw your hand up as you nearly shout the statement.

“And yet…” He leads the sentence and then trails off because the both of you know the end of it.

And yet… you love it.

Namjoon knows to not say it anymore because of how much you blew up on him when he first pointed out that it was obvious. Speaking it out loud does nothing except wound your pride.

Because you do, in fact, love it when Taehyung pushes your buttons. You love when he drives you outside of your comfort zone and you absolutely feen for how worked up he makes you over the tiniest things.

You’re addicted to how much he tests your patience because it’s his game that keeps your life from descending into the pits of the awfully mundane safety that you would let yourself get to. It would be the death of your pride if you ever actually admitted the notion to Taehyung’s face. You would never let that happen.

“And yet…” You merely repeat in frustrated defeat.

Suddenly, the shower stops. You turn your head to the door and let out a sigh of gratitude to whoever was watching over you that you had Namjoon in your life.

“Thanks for helping me pass the time. He just got done with showering so I’m gonna go get ready.” You say.

“No problem.” There’s a smile in his voice as he starts his car. “See you there.”

“See ya.” You drop the phone onto Taehyung’s bed and move to collect your things so that you can get into the bathroom.

All at once, the door opens and a whoosh of humidity comes barreling out into the bedroom, drawing your eyes to the man who walks out.

Taehyung has a towel around his waist and water dripping down his body as he turns on the bathroom light for you. He has blown out his candle, leaving the smoky remnants of pine to billow out, yet you don’t even pay attention to your absolute meal of a boyfriend because his hair is a completely different color from when he first entered the bathroom over an hour ago. Your impatience and irritation with him go forgotten as you stand there in your robe and marvel at his hair.

It’s red. Crimson red.

“What the fuck.” You find yourself speaking the words before you can stop them and it’s the look of offense on Taehyung’s face that conveys he was not expecting that reaction from you.

“Well, thanks?” He raises an inquisitive eyebrow.

Your outburst was not meant to display any displeasure with the new hair color- you actually love it… way too fucking much- however, you were so shocked that you somehow forgot to compliment him. Honestly, you forget to breathe because it looks so hot on him that you want to say fuck it and fuck him instead of going to the party.

“Why- what-” You stutter. Finally, you can only point out the obvious because of how dumbstruck you are. “It’s red.”

“Yes, it’s red.” Taehyung says the statement as a matter-of-factl as he walks over to his closet to pluck out the red suit he bought for the party.

“I wanna look like Santa.” He said whilst holding out a cherry red suit in front of his body.

You smiled from your seat in front of the small presentation area. Cheekily, you snickered. “Well, Santa, the only chimney you’ll be coming in is mine.”

His smile was boxy as he giggled, a suggestive quirk to his eyebrow. “That was awful.”

Even though several moments have gone by since he emerged from the bathroom, you haven’t moved from your stance next to the bed. You keep your eyes trained on him as he raises the hanger of the suit to hook it over the door. When he turns to find you still standing there, unmoving, he cocks his head in confusion.

“It…” Your voice is barely above a whisper now. “It looks really good, Tae.”

His face morphs into a smirk quickly, realizing that you don’t find his hair ugly at all, and slowly slinks toward you whilst your guard is down. You don’t even realize that you aren’t really paying attention until he’s standing in front of you with both hands gripping softly onto the flaps of your robe.

“Yeah?” He asks lowly. You haphazardly raise your hand to his bicep to stop him from opening it yet your touch holds no urgency and you’re too distracted by how the red contrasts with his strong, dark eyebrows to notice that he’s succeeding in his teasing game. His game. What game?

Involuntarily, you dig your toes into the carpet in anticipation. The sight of his red hair is enrapturing as you struggle against your self-control because it’s hard to think of anything other than the image of his red hair between your legs.

“Yeah.” You breathe.

Your robe is opened and you feel the cool air of the room against your nipples, which harden immediately at the temperature and exposure. Taehyung’s hands sneakily slide onto your naked waist and it’s almost enough to break you out of your daze, yet it only sends you deeper when you feel them encase you in their warmth.

“Well, thanks baby.” He leans forward to press a kiss against your nose after whispering his gratitude. “You gonna let me fuck you instead of getting ready?”

Fuck.

“Damn you.” You say through gritted teeth, fumbling to close your robe whilst pushing his hands off of you. You have half the mind to slightly nudge him to the side without dropping your makeup bag so that you can rush to the bathroom and get away from his allure.

His guffaw is utterly insidious as you shut the bathroom door with a slam.

Instead of taking an hour to do your makeup like you originally planned, you were left alone with your impatience and it resulted in your more natural look so that you could hurry back to your closet to retrieve your dress after a mere twenty minutes.

The smell of Taehyung’s cologne wafts in your face as you leave the bathroom. Even though your nerves are shot by his previous antics, you find that it is hard to focus when you know exactly which one he is wearing.

The two of you were intrigued when you first saw the commercial for it on TV, an ad that was truly odd as Adam Driver flashed across the screen as a centaur, until you looked at him as he looked at you with a knowing look in his eyes.

You found yourselves at the mall the next day, seeking out the “new fragrance for men”, Burberry Hero, so that you could smell what the strange commercial was trying to convey.

It was the end of any control you hoped to retain.

The scent wasn’t special to Taehyung. He claimed that it smelt good and that he’d buy it because he needed to change it up once in a while.

What he didn’t know was that him spraying some on himself to test it would lead to you sucking him down your throat in his backseat in the mall parking lot nearly thirty minutes later. He smelled way too good for you to be patient and wait until you arrived back at his apartment. Unsurprisingly, it was one of the few times he gave in to your lack of forbearance.

The cologne became the death of you for any special occasion. Because that is what it was reserved for; special occasions- when Taehyung loved to push your buttons the most.

The scent isn’t strong enough to completely boggle your mind for the time being because you find that he’s left the room, however, you know that he is somewhere close by and you have to prepare yourself to face him if you want to have any semblance of control. His red hair, that red suit, and that fucking cologne are going to be the death of you tonight.

Quickly, you pull out your dress and slide it on so that you can get closer to leaving. Your phone reads 6:13 pm, meaning the party starts in about forty-five minutes. As you slide your long coat on, you hope you won’t be late.

Your purse disappears as soon as you begin looking for it, though, and you groan because you swear that you just saw it on the bed before your shower.

“Tae?” You call for him as you exit his bedroom. “Have you seen my purse?”

Taehyung’s voice is as deep as it is faint when it comes from the kitchen. “It’s here in the kitchen!”

You huff again at your forgetfulness and stride over to where he is while you struggle with the earring that is supposed to be dangling from your earlobe.

Your steps falter as you see him with his red suit-clad back to you and the sight makes you immediately slam everything you have into putting your guard up so that the two of you aren’t late to the damned party. You know that you will desperately need complete zen when he turns around. Taehyung would do anything to get you into bed so that you were late and you couldn’t let his ungodly sexiness lure you in.

You eye your purse on the kitchen table while he busies himself with something in the sink and suddenly, you have a plan.

The moment you grab your purse, you fly towards the front door.

“I’ll be in the car!” You yell as you grab your heels and slide on your crocs. He’s only just beginning to respond with obvious shock as you shuffle out the door towards the elevator with his keys in your hand.

“Babe!”

You laugh almost maniacally as you rush towards the doors because there’s a certain tone of surprise and the slightest bit of offense in the way he shouts the pet name that it almost sounds like he was plotting something too. Of course, he was.

With the train of your dress dragging behind you, you press the button to the elevator and turn around to see the shape of light from within his apartment getting smaller against the wall. It was a sign that you had enough of a head start.

“Y/N!” Taehyung’s voice slightly echoes down the corridor from within the living space. “Where are my-”

His door shuts before you can find out what he’s looking for and you only laugh some more. Sucker. He’ll have to figure out on his own that he can only lock the knob of his apartment tonight because you happen to have his keys in your hand.

The elevator doors open and you quickly slide inside and press the button of the ground floor before returning your eyes to the corridor.

His door flies open.

And he’s a sizzling hot, dangerously handsome, red rage as he sprints towards you at full speed with murder on his face.

Your finger becomes frantic on the ground floor button as your heart kickstarts into an adrenaline-accompanied rhythm. You thought you had enough time to comfortably see him leaving right as the elevator doors were closing, but they seem to move in slow motion so that he can exact his revenge upon you.

He closes in as the doors begin to show promise in your victory, but only one more second goes by before you realize that you are inevitably doomed.

Taehyung’s hand smacks against the side of one of the doors when there’s a mere few inches between them and you jump at the show of his aggression.

“You think you’re so slick, huh?” He’s slightly out of breath as he poses the rhetorical question when he enters, yet his volume is much louder than necessary. It feels as if he’s scolding you and you all but cave at the thought of it.

“Actually, I think that was pretty-”

“Actually,” He cuts you off with a terrible mockery of your voice before furrowing his eyebrows in frustration. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

Time to press his buttons. “Am I though?”

His eyebrows rise incredibly high on his forehead in disbelief of your behavior and suddenly, you don’t feel very powerful because he’s slowly approaching you with the doors shutting behind him.

The elevator becomes dead silent as he closes the distance.

His cologne overrides your senses all at once and it takes everything in you to not change your facial expression. You’ve been fed up with him and made it out of the apartment victorious thus far. There’s no reason- no fucking reason- why you should lose in the elevator.

Aside from the fact that he wears his red coat and black shirt unbuttoned incredibly low on his chest.

And the fact that his red hair is messy in such a way that you want to grab a fistful of it and kiss the living daylights out of his luscious lips.

And the fact that he’s now leaning into you with one of his arms pressing against the wall of the small cabin to trap you into an even tinier space.

Fuck.

He takes a moment to look down at your body and you notice he has put the thinnest line of eyeliner on his top lids. Then, he brings the inside of his lip between his teeth for a brief second and you observe from the way his lips are tinted just slightly that he’s put on a layer of cherry chapstick.

Taehyung lets a small smile pull his lips up before he brings his eyes back to your face. You don’t even notice that you begin to hold your breath.

“I could fuck you right here.” He says simply.

The whine in your throat is unstoppable; a buildup of frustration with his game and the frustrating pulse between your legs has practically forced the sound from your lungs. It’s all he needs to hear before he presses his body into you.

“Yeah? You want me to?”

You let the back of your head touch the wall of the elevator as it descends down the building and he presses his free arm to the small of your back to pull you to him even more. He doesn’t let it linger for long, sliding it down until it cups the back of your thigh so that he can pull it until the inside of your thigh touches his hamstring.

The split in the side of your dress seemed cute and slightly risqué when you first bought it, but now? It’s giving him all the access he needs to slightly raise his thigh into the junction between your legs.

Close is all you can think as he leans down to the side of your neck and lets his breath tickle your skin. Goosebumps litter down your back and arms from the way his exhale brushes down your collarbone to the expanse of your bare chest.

There’s practiced ease in his inflection, although, you hear the slight waver of his arousal weighing just slightly on his volume. “Oh, I know you want me to. You won’t even care if we’re late this time, will you?”

You’re losing. Your eyelids flutter at this fact in submission. If he continues this attack on your guard, it will fall. You let out a shaky exhale in what you fail to decipher between a warning and a plea.

“Tae.”

“What’s my name, baby? C’mon,” He hisses through his teeth as he slowly rocks his hips into you with a gentle squeeze of your leg. “Tell me what my name is.”

The name is on the tip of your tongue as you close your eyes and let your face morph into one that begs for his attention.

If you say it, it’ll be game over. You know that if you give in right here, right now, he will begin undressing you before the elevator has even hit the bottom floor.

You’re also perfectly aware that if you open your mouth and say the one, simple word that confirms your defeat, he will click the button that goes back to his floor, throw you over his shoulder, and then take you back to his room so that he can dump you onto his bed and take yet another hour- an hour initially dedicated to Jimin’s party- between your legs instead.

His fingers dig into your thigh a little harder as he eggs you on and you struggle to prevent another moan from spilling from your mouth.

You begin to form your lips into the word that he loves so much and it only gets harder to resist his game when he’s so intoxicatingly close and his musk is mixing so well with the small amount of the cologne he put on.

“Fu-uck.” You gasp in the middle of the word as he persists with raising his leg between yours, pressing deliciously into where you want him most. The split in your dress allows him to press his knee straight into your silk panties that cling to your folds with an uncomfortable amount of your slick arousal.

He presses you into the wall then, warm body and persistent throbbing between his legs and all, and the moan that has sizzled in your chest comes out as a low groan.

“It’s one word, baby. Just one. Say it.” Taehyung uses his nose to nudge yours back to the front so that his lips are just barely skimming yours. “Say it and I’m yours.”

His breath is hot between your lips and you poke your tongue out of your mouth to slightly wet them. In the process, you give him the most kittenish of licks against the underside of his bottom lip.

“Oh, you’re playing with me now, huh?”

Right at the end of his question- a question accompanied with his signature smirk- the bell of the elevator tolls, signaling your victory once more and breaking you out of your stupor.

Taehyung growls lowly as you sink down and slide below his arm to escape by the skin of your teeth. The feeling of your consecutive wins is glorious while it pumps through your veins.

You move quickly towards the doors of the lobby and you can practically feel Taehyung’s presence radiating with anger behind you, yet you come to forget about it as you rush to open the door and see snow falling from the sky and lightly dusting the street. A cold breeze travels along your bare legs and down the crevice of your chest but you don’t care- it’s snowing.

“Tae!” You almost squeak his name in your excitement. “It’s snowing!”

The small flakes fall slowly, a delicate wind carrying them through the air, and the lamps placed every so often along the street highlight the far reaching covering of the winter season as far as you can see. You pull your coat close to your body as you stop and marvel at the beautiful sight despite having seen it from his window.

“Yes, it is.” There’s a smile in Taehyung’s voice as he says the words. The prior heat of the tension with him seems to have gone forgotten when the chilly evidence of winter made itself known.

You walk out into the weather with a smile on your face and your arm outstretched with your palm facing the sky. The light tickle of snowflakes dropping onto your hand and melting is joyous in its nature.

“It’s so fucking cold- damn.” Taehyung’s teeth chatter as he curses and you turn to see him walking down to where his car is parked in the lot like the most breathtaking splash of blood against the white environment around him. He looks ethereal.

You walk a short distance behind him for a few seconds, watching him tilt his head down and slide his hand into his pockets, until he stops and turns his body to face you in a display of his patience for you.

Once you catch up, he holds his arm out for you to hold onto while you hold your dress up, off the ground so that you can step carefully and focus on not slipping. Thankfully, you slide your hand into his offered arm and latch your fingers onto his bicep.

“See?” He leans into you as you begin walking together. “I wait for you but you didn’t wait for me.”

You scoff lightly and roll your eyes before returning them to where your crocs leave prints in the undisturbed snow. “You can’t get into the car because I have your keys. Don’t play me.”

“Shush.” He says. “Let me be a gentleman.”

“Stop blatantly trying to fuck me, then.” You deadpan. “Gentlemen are a lot more subtle than that.”

He splutters incredulously for a moment as you get to his car and pull his keys out of your purse. There’s a thin layer of snow covering the top that contrasts starkly to the black paint of the Hyundai.

You unlock the car and get inside once he detaches from you to get to the driver’s side. Like clockwork, you lean over to put the key in the ignition and start the car while he pulls out the snow brush from his trunk.

You crank up the heater while your body trembles from the cold and then you sit back, clutch your coat tight around your body, and watch as he easily brushes off line by line of the dusting.

Once he finishes, Taehyung quickly opens his door and slides into his seat before chucking the brush into the backseat.

“Got to wait for the car to warm up,” he gently reminds you, moving to pull his phone out of the pocket of his pants. As you eye him critically, he just grins knowingly.

You sink into your seat while you dread what he’s doing because you know that he’s going to begin the terrible happening of listening to Christmas music.

For whatever reason, you never got into Christmas music. Ever since you were young, the bells and chimes and cheery sound of the songs that preached joy and merriness were less than pleasing to you. The style of music just doesn’t make any sense- even in moments like this one where you prepare to celebrate the holiday. As opposed as you are to the music, you never let it get into the way of you actually becoming merry.

Taehyung reaches over and adjusts the volume knob before any music starts playing so that it isn’t quiet when it begins, yet you already know which song he will play first. It’s his favorite one.

With the most mischievous smile on his lips and a dangerous side eye that would prompt you to squeeze your knees together if you didn’t know he was about to torture you- in a bad way- the beginning notes of the song start playing. The music box intro is all you need to lock up in irritation.

“No.” You say.

Taehyung smiles knowingly. “Yes.”

“No.” You reach over to grab his phone from him. He swats your hand away and the song continues.

“Yes.”

“No.” You growl the word before the words begin.

His voice is teasing when he replies. “Yes.”

A beat of silence follows before he opens his mouth.

“I don’t want a lot for Christmas.”

“Tae,” You warn.

“There is just one thing I need.”

You sigh in exasperation and the strong notes of the song progress.

“Don’t care about the presents,” He grabs ahold of your fingers when you try to sneakily turn down the volume. “Underneath the Christmas tree.”

Then, Taehyung pulls your hand to his chest dramatically. Your cold knuckles touch the warm, exposed expanse of skin on his chest. “I just want you for my own.” He reaches his other hand across the center console to take a handful of your thigh. “More than you could ever know.”

Although you hate the song, you can’t help the small smile that pulls at your lips in entertainment of his antics.

“Make my wish come true.” He leans into you a little, stretching over the console with a different smile. The boxiness of his lips conveys the sincerity of the joy the terrible song makes him feel. You can’t help but give into the notion just a little- no matter how much you hate Mariah Carey.

“All I want,” Taehyung leans in closer. “For Christmas,” Even closer. “Is…”

His nose touches yours and he inhales before reaching out to nip at your bottom lip playfully and your hand comes down to hold onto the one he uses to grasp your thigh as a reaction. He tightens his fingers around your hand that he tightly holds to his chest.

“You.”

Finally, you kiss him to shut him up. And to just… kiss your boyfriend.

The song breaks into the first verse as he lets go of your hand to cup your cheek. Although the kiss’ intentions are innocent to you, Taehyung obviously hasn’t let go of the tension that was sparked earlier. Apparently, the embers of it had been burning in the back of his mind until now. He was merely waiting for you to reciprocate so that he could attack whilst your defenses were fully down.

The hand he has on your thigh begins a feverish path up your leg, sneaking below your dress and coming into contact with the moist area of your panties immediately. You keen at his touch, trying your best to catch up with his rhythm so that you can reign in your need and gain back your control, but he switches his fingers from their delicate hesitation to a rash pursuit towards your defeat. In a display of traitorous instinct, your thighs part to give his searching fingers more room.

With his long legs and all, Taehyung climbs over the console to crowd you even further into the passenger seat. Your intentions to fight back against the ministrations of his fingertips dissipate as soon as you reach down to pull the lever of the chair to slide it back. Then, his hand leaves your underwear and drops down between your door and the seat.

The seat reclines back quickly under your weight and falls until you feel the headrest bounce off of the backseat. Although it feels clumsy, it seems to add to the rushed fervor of the climax of the game.

Mariah Carey continues to belt out about her only desire for Christmas while Taehyung slides down your body to kneel on the floor of the car between your legs. As much as you try to focus on getting a quickie in- the idea doesn’t seem too bad since you’re already dressed and ready to go- it’s hard to maintain the heat of your arousal with the annoying song.

“Tae,” You have to almost yell his name over the volume. “Shut the fucking music off.”

He growls. “No. I’m in a cheery mood.”

Although you only mildly protest the action, you ultimately let him slide your panties down your legs so that he can slide his fingers through your sopping folds and then sink his middle finger to the knuckle. It’s sacrilegious to think about the dirty things the two of you are about to do while the most annoying Christmas song of all time serves as the mood-setter.

Taehyung leans over the seat, pumping his finger in and out while pressing his thumb into your clit, and the licks of your want clash with the annoyance of his terrible taste in music.

His fingers feel unreservedly good inside of you, but the song continues to distract you to the point that you are grabbing him by the wrist and pulling his hand away from your quickly drying pussy.

“This is bullshit.” Your wince follows immediately after the sentiment because of how venomous it sounds coming out of your mouth. You barely let another moment pass before you tell him, “that music ruined the mood. Let’s get to the party.”

As frustrated as Taehyung is, he sighs in defeat and sits back in understanding. He has pushed his luck too far.

The game comes to a horrible plateau of pause and he slides back into his seat awkwardly, searching for napkins to wipe your liquid lust from his fingers.

Then, he turns down the music and turns to face you with the most apologetic look on his face.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles.

Guilt floods your veins. You agreed to the game ages ago, when you first started dating, but your dislike in his awful music choice seems to have just sucked all of the fun from it. And now? He’s feeling bad about it.

Your best course of action is to brush it off. It’s hard for him to let go when you reciprocate his seriousness about things.

“Apologize to Mariah and drive, you idiot.” You roll your eyes and laugh while you slid your panties back up your legs. “You were about to take all of the pure sanctity from that song and I don’t know if you can handle that.”

There’s hesitation on his face as he regards you yet you know that there is nothing for him to be concerned about. As you search for ways to get him to forget about it, it hits you.

You know exactly what to say to shift him back into action. Now that he doesn’t have you cornered, you can spur him back into the mindset you want him in by using the title the two of you reserved for the game.

“C’mon, papí. Just drive.”

Taehyung’s smile is devilish as he shifts the car into reverse and throws his arm behind your seat to look behind him. He talks while flickering his eyes between the rear view mirror and the road.

“Oh, you’re on, sweetheart.”

His stare is utterly dangerous as you stand on the opposite side of the room.

The car ride to Jimin’s place stood for a dramatic swap in your roles of the game. Instead of Taehyung being the only one trying to end the night in a feverish fuck, you took some of the reigns and returned his efforts with some of your own- granted, it was a little unfair for him because he was driving. You are not going to be the one to cave.

He was so worked up from it that he tried to corner you against the door of his car when you stepped out onto the driveway of Jimin’s house.

“It’s not too late to turn back, you know… Or I can fuck you right here.” He had murmured the suggestion into the shell of your ear. Your heart, over an hour later, still beats with such ferocity from the open invitation.

The invitation that is still very much up for grabs by the look of things.

Namjoon chuckles as you take a considerable gulp of the whisky in your hand because he has followed your gaze to Taehyung so that he could figure out why your mood is not as merry as it could be.

“Still playing the game, huh?”

You take your eyes away from your boyfriend to look at Namjoon. His teal hair was the center of everyone’s teasing for a solid ten minutes because he initially intended for it to be green- a surprising yet welcome effort for the holiday season. When he was rinsing his hair out, he failed to realize that he needed to bleach his thick hair a bit longer than most people.

He wears gold-rimmed glasses on his nose now because, apparently, his eyesight has gotten a bit worse since he finished college those few years ago. The constant screen-staring and late nights squinting at words in a book obviously got to him.

“I’ve been victorious so far.” You swallow down your grimace from the bitterness of your drink so that you can speak loud enough for him to hear you over the annoying holiday music.

Namjoon raises his beer to his lips while he mumbles, “So far.”

Your eyes roll in irritation as you take another sip from your glass to take the place of your response.

You’re irritated with the party because, although you love dressing up and having a classy evening for in Jimin’s large house, it seems that a few of the familiar group didn’t get the memo.

Yoongi sits on the couch, tapping away at his phone with a bouncing knee, and wears a black beanie with a gray hoodie that says the simple, black words of ‘Fuck off.’ across the chest. It looks like Times New Roman font.

Jungkook sits beside him in a black turtle neck and silver chain necklace, head craned back as he stares at the ceiling, and you don’t have to smell the faintest scent of weed in the air to know that he has shown up to the Christmas party high as a kite. There’s a mellow smile plastered on his lips to make his current state even more obvious. Oh, he’s got a new piercing on his lip. Nice.

Jimin’s eyes look the same as Jungkook’s- a slight redness in the whites with an inherent difficulty to keep them all the way open- and it is because of this you know that Jimin partook in the youngest one’s activities prior to the party, but he still maintains a happy aura that allows him to greet all of the guests in the house with unbridled energy and awfully overbearing positivity. The two boys are opposites on the spectrum.

Seokjin and Hoseok pour countless drinks during their conversation about their studies at the kitchen’s island and it doesn’t take long for the effects of the alcohol to become obvious in the way that Seokjin’s ears turn tomato red and Hoseok’s eyes become a little swollen and tired. Both of the men sway in their seats and- wait, did Seokjin just throw up in the sink?

And then, there’s Taehyung. Who rubs Seokjin’s back as he leans over the kitchen sink. Who’s still staring at you. Intensely.

With a huff and your drink still clutched between your fingers, you grab ahold of your dress and pick it up from the floor, turning to walk away from Namjoon and the frighteningly frustrating predicament that your boyfriend is creating. “I’m going to go get some air.”

“Alright.” He says, heading over to the couch that Yoongi and Jungkook sit on.

You walk to the living room, squeezing past a few others you’re not familiar with who crowd the table for the desserts on it, and wrench open the sliding glass door to step into the freezing night.

The whisky has you feeling incredibly warm; you can feel a bit of sweat gathering under you arms and breasts along with the hot and pulsing need in your clit, so the below freezing temperature is welcome on your moist skin. The buzz of alcohol seeps into your bones as you sway just slightly and approach being borderline tipsy. You know that you’ll be well on your way to getting drunk by the end of your glass.

Snow pellets lightly into your skin, melting on contact, and gives you the awakening you need to shake off the jitters that Taehyung’s gaze exerts onto you. You can’t leave early now that Namjoon is aware you’re engaged in the game. It would only make you look more foolish if he saw you caving to your carnal desire that only Taehyung is able to incite.

As you take deep breaths of the frigid air for a few minutes, the door to the house opens and you choose to ignore the person who steps out. If it’s Taehyung, he can be the one to approach you.

A few moments of silence go by and it is because of this on top of the lack of speaking that you chalk it up it to being either a complete stranger or, indeed, your boyfriend. Still, you choose to act oblivious and keep your gaze on the yard and trees whilst you shift your weight in wait.

“This house is trying to fucking swallow me.”

The odd words make you snort uncontrollably, as you are taken off guard by the randomness of it, and turn around to address who you know to be extremely stoned.

“Jungkook,” You greet him with an amused smile. “What’re you doing out here? I thought you were chilling with Yoongi.”

His eyes are comically wide as he stares at you and the way you speak. The boy is tripping absolute balls so you have to give him some time to formulate his next sentence.

“I needed to breathe.” He says finally. His lips part as he sucks in a breath once he’s done speaking.

You laugh at the happenstance of him feeling a similar sensation as you. “Me too. It was getting stuffy in there.”

You turn back around to face the yard and sigh, knowing that he is much too high to carry on that profound of a conversation, and go back to watching the snow.

Jungkook apparently wants to watch the snow with you.

He comes to stand next to you- uncomfortably so with the way his body wafts subtle notes of marijuana your way- and cranes his head up to face the sky with his wide eyes.

“They’re like falling stars.”

You smile at the genuine amazement. “They are. It’s pretty.”

“Yes, it is.” He sighs. You turn to him and watch him close his eyes. He inhales and exhales a deep breath. “Ah, that’s refreshing.”

Almost concerned, you place a hand on his shoulder and furrow your eyebrows like you’re speaking to a child. “You gonna be alright, man?”

“As soon as you give me a sip of your whisky. Really strong-tasting alcohol kind of wakes me up when I get too high.”

You arch an eyebrow at him. “You’re trying to get drunk?”

“No, no,” He says. “I mean, anything with a super strong and sour or bitter taste- or smell- kind of brings me down a little. This one time, I sniffed ammonia and it woke me the fuck up so fast that it felt like there was hot sauce in my brain for a sec.” He smiles and turns to face you with a dreamlike smile on his lips before he giggles. “It was fun as fuck.”

“O…kay…” You trail off for a moment, astounded by the things this boy has done. You slowly raise your glass as an offering. “Just a sip.”

He’s slow to take it from you, body lethargic and lazy. “Thanks.”

Jungkook raises your glass to his lips with a clink of it against his lip ring and then tips it back slowly so that he can just get the bitter taste on the tip of his tongue.

“Blegh.” He scrunches up his nose and sticks his tongue out dramatically. “Yep. That did the trick. That shit’s bitter as fuck.”

You laugh and take your glass back from him. Despite the whisky being one that is meant to be sipped on, you’re just about ready to go back inside because your body is beginning to tremble from the cold, so you tip the rest of the glass back and shoot the rest of its contents straight back.

“Damn, Y/N. Didn’t want me taking any more, huh?”

“Nah, it’s not that.” You shrug and bare your teeth for a second as the alcohol burns its way down your throat and into your belly. “I’m just about to go back inside.”

Jungkook squats down, pulls his phone out of his back pocket, and puts his arms over his knees to take a break from standing. The light from his phone glows on his face and reflects off of all the piercings in his eyebrow, lip, and ears.

“I think Tae needs your help.” He sighs.

“What? Why do you say that?” You turn to look through the glass door and pat your body for your phone, only to be reminded that you have no pockets on your dress and that you left your phone in your purse on the couch. “Where is he?”

“He said he’s throwing up in the bathroom.”

Immediately, you rush towards the door. “Oh my god! I’m going to go see if he’s alright. I’ll see you later, Kook.”

“See ya!”

You frantically make a beeline for the bathroom, bumping into a few people, and knock on the door when you finally stand in front of it.

“Occupied!” A woman shouts.

A woman. Your blood suddenly runs freezing cold.

There’s a woman in there with him?

The thought alone leaves a terrible taste in your mouth and you knock again feverishly. “Taehyung? Are you in there?”

“No! It’s me, Sina!”

“Oh.” You wince a little and back off from the door. “Sorry!”

Your feet seem to carry you away and towards the foyer where the stairs are before you can actually process your thoughts. “Maybe he’s in the upstairs bathroom…”

The buzz in your head has begun it’s delightful transition towards tipsiness because of how much your walking has made your heart pump. Still, you try to ascend the stairs quickly with your hand on the railing.

The bathroom at the top of the stairs is empty- the door is wide open and the light is off- so you move to the next bathroom you know of- the one in Jimin’s bedroom.

As you step into the dark room, you see the dim luminescence from below the bathroom door lighting up the floor and reflecting off of the smooth surface. The sound of shuffling is muffled by the door, but you can see the shadow of whoever occupies it move past the door.

“Tae?” You call his name as you approach the door and knock lightly. “You in there?”

His voice is rough and contralto from behind the door and you can hardly hear it over the sound of the music from downstairs. “Yeah.”

Taking the unopened door as a sign that he doesn’t want you to see him throwing up, you lean your forehead against the door and shut your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

Suddenly, you fall forward.

Because he’s just yanked the door open.

Taehyung’s voice is a growl as he encases you in his arms and picks you up until your feet are dangling. “Get your ass in here, sweetheart.”

“Tae!” You squeak his name in surprise and wrap your arms around his neck to stabilize yourself.

Your boyfriend is quick to pull you further into the bathroom so that he can shut the door. As your adrenaline picks up and you inhale his cologne with a buzzed mind, you crumble to his wishes quickly. He breathes harshly and grasps you firmly, but the name he’s called you is all you need to figure out that the game is coming to its climax and conclusion once more.

There’s a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead and his red jacket and black shirt are both unbuttoned to expose his chest and stomach. He most likely undid them due to his own feverish heat that he was attempting to escape. The sight is too inviting for you to resist splaying a hand onto his warm chest.

Taehyunng spins you to deposit you on the sink and it’s in this moment that you feel the cool surface of the window on your back. You arch away and look behind you on instinct while Taehyung eagerly spreads your legs and moves between them.

The backyard is white as you glance down at the movement below and see Jungkook still squatted down with a bit of snow covering the top of his head. Taehyung must’ve seen you with him.

“Did you text Jungkook just to get me up here?” You breathe out the sentence as Taehyung leans in to mouth at your neck and inhale.

“You weren’t answering my texts.” He’s seemingly out of breath as he replies.

In one swift motion, Taehyung grabs onto your dress and folds it up to expose your panties to him. You bring your other hand up to his hair and finally grab a fistful of it so that you can bring him closer into your body.

He rocks himself into you with both of his hands digging into your asscheeks, kneading roughly.

“I need to be inside you, sweetheart.”

“We can’t fuck here, Tae. It’s disrespectful.” You try to reason with him that it’s a bad idea no matter how good it would feel. You’ve been wet for him since he walked out of the bathroom at his place but fucking in Jimin’s personal bathroom is slightly crossing the line.

“He doesn’t have to know, babe. It can be our little secret.” Taehyung pulls a hand away from your body to undo his belt and the button of his pants. He shoves them down and lets his dick pour out from them to press against your silk-covered pussy. “Please, mamí. Please.”

“Ah.” You hiss through your teeth as he cants his hips to make his tip drag against your folds, the soaked silk allowing you to feel the ridge of his mushroom head. “Tae.”

Although the sensations are almost to the max, his fingers fumble to hook your underwear to the side anyway because he knows you can’t resist giving in for much longer. With nothing in the way, his skin is hot and sticky against your own sopping mess. You wrap your legs around his waist reflexively.

“See? You want me there, don’t you? You want my dick all up in those guts.”

You keen into his movements and words with a high-pitched whine, crumbling to the movement and giving in so fast. You have your defeat on the tip of your tongue whilst you fight to maintain your defense.

“I…” Your teeth chatter and your heart pounds mercilessly against your rib cage. “I…”

“What’s my name, sweetheart?”

You can feel Taehyung’s smile against your skin while he takes his thumb to your clit and massages nimbly. It’s a smile of victory. Of utter satisfaction. He knows that this is where your lack of patience gains him the win that he desires so much.

His hand trembles, most likely from his own need coursing through him like adrenaline, and practically vibrates his thumbed-attention on your clit to make your last ounces of control dissipate. He knows he’s won when he places his dick against the opening to your cunt and elicits your sob.

“Papí!”

His voice is mortifyingly low and evil as he wraps an arm around your back to bind your body to him.

“Attagirl.”

Your walls part instantly as he rocks forward and you aren’t surprised to find that you are so wet that he is able to sheathe himself all the way in one go. The slide is easy- too easy to be safe from wanting to stay here all night- and you almost cry out at the relief of him attaching his body to every part of yours that he can.

“You’re going to have to be quiet if you don’t want anyone to hear you, sweetheart.” He raises his mouth to your earlobe, speaking against it so that it falls between his lips while he tests a few grinds of himself into you. “We’ll actually get caught.”

You rest your head back against the window whilst he holds your waist in his embrace to keep your pussy and legs vulnerable and spread out for him. It also, thankfully, keeps your back safe from the faucet in the sink.

“The music is so loud. I don’t think anyone can h-” You gasp as he rears back and thrusts himself back into your depth. “-hear themselves even think past that bullshit.” You breathe out, tightening your fingers into his hair while the one on his chest instinctually fists into his jacket.

Taehyung pulls away and lets his mouth fall open in a silent moan. When he looks up at you, his eyebrows are drawn in, blissful.

“Stop worrying about how much you hate Christmas music and worry about keeping your mouth fucking shut.”

You close your mouth and whimper when he thrusts again, particularly hard, to seat the head of his cock at your deepest point. He does it again and knocks the air out of your lungs, but his rhythm is nowhere near fast enough for you to cum.

“Then worry about fucking me, papí. I need it nice and fast.”

The name and your taunting seems to have spurred him back into his own neediness because he pulls away, pulls you down from the counter, and spins you around to face the window with feverish hands.

He throws your dress over your waist, using the split to reveal your ass and rip your panties from your body, and then uses the other hand to guide himself back inside you. Once he’s returned all the way into where he belongs, he leans over your back, slaps his hand over your mouth, and almost snarls.

“Shut the fuck up and take it how I give it.”

You brace yourself against the window anyway because you know you’ve just pushed the exact button you needed to ensure that he gives you what you were asking for.

Taehyung presses his free hand into the small of your back to force your back into an arch that leaves your pussy wide open to his imminent carnage and you whine through your nose when he shoves himself into you.

“I‘ve been trying to fuck this pussy for hours, Y/N.” He thrusted again with bruising fervor. “And now you have the nerve to get a little mouthy with me?”

Digging your hole even deeper- because you’re that desperate for him to fuck you into oblivion in a place so risky- you quietly hum.

“Mhm.”

His scoff is one of utter disbelief.

“Fine. Have it your way, sweetheart.”

He moves the hand down to your neck and rips you up with him, beginning a feverish pace that has your eyes rolling back and your thighs trembling with the pain of your hips hitting the edge of the counter. He’s hitting your insides impossibly deep just like you wanted.

Taehyung’s other hand presses even harder into your lower back, forcing your arch even deeper, and uses it as a means to pull your ass backward and keep you as vulnerable as possible while he surges forward.

The squelch of his cock leaving you is embarrassingly loud because of your juices, but the clap of his hips striking your ass is even louder and you struggle against his hand around your neck to moan wantonly. You know that if you make any noises louder than the quiet whimpers he forces from your lips every time his dick digs deeply into you, he’ll squeeze his fingers into your flesh.

Your boyfriend’s nose digs into your hair and inhales deeply as his tip attacks your malleable insides. He grunts lowly.

“Mmfuck. You smell so fucking good. Squeeze me-” His hips stutter. “-so fucking good.”

His hand tightens a little on your neck, using it to pull your body back into him, and you bite into your lip with a groan as you begin to feel lightheaded. The feeling seems to be all you need to begin your tumble towards your climax.

“Tae,” You warble. “I’m-”

He cuts you off with a whisper. “You gonna cum?”

“Yes!” You yell the word out as you squeeze your eyes shut in regret. It was too difficult to control your volume. Taehyung immediately moves his hand back to your mouth and shoves two of his fingers between your lips to keep you quiet. Thankful for something to occupy your mouth, you suck them eagerly onto your tongue so that you don’t scream again.

“Shut the fuck up.” His voice reaches an octave lower than normal and it sends a delicious chill down your spine despite the harsh words. If anything, you love them.

The hand he used to press into your back suddenly moves and you’re grateful for the relief, yet you jerk your body wildly when he uses it to circle his fingers around your clit instead.

“Yeah, you love this dick, don’t you? Love it so much you want the party to know.” There’s strain in his voice and his hips spend less time separated from your ass; he’s as close to cumming as you are.

Again, you hum against his hand in confirmation.

“Gonna cum in this pussy, baby. Cum so deep- fuck, you’re so warm.”

Small whines begin to emerge from his throat and his speed increases tenfold, yet he barely rears back from your cunt now. Instead, he humps away at your pussy like a needy bunny desperate for release.

Your hands scramble against the window and scratch in search of purchase while your pussy tightens up in preparation for your orgasm. Taehyung let’s his hand leave your mouth and you panic when he grabs both of your hips in his hands to fuck into you like a madman because your mouth is left uncovered and subject to the horribly loud moan you’re about to release into the house.

Just as your pussy seizes up and you cum, you glance out the window.

Jungkook stares up at you from the backyard.

He has a palm over his clothed cock and, mortifyingly, you cum soundlessly with your mouth hung open as you maintain shocked eye-contact with him.

Taehyung growls and spills every spurt of his spunk deep inside you, clutching your body close and pressing himself as close against you as he possibly can. Your thighs tremble and you try to look anywhere but at the boy staring up at you, but you can’t seem to ignore the thrill of being caught by someone- even if he’s so high that he probably thinks he’s hallucinating.

“Tae,” You whisper once you’ve come down from your own high, heaving for breath. “Jungkook is looking at us.”

Taehyung hisses and leans over you to look at where you’re looking. “What?” When he sees the dumbass just staring up at the two of you, wide eyes unwavering from you, he growls. “That fucking idiot.”

Jungkook must finally catch up to the fact that he’s been caught staring, despite it being a few seconds too late, because he turns beet red and looks down while yanking his hand away from his cock.

Taehyung carefully slides out of you and fumbles for his phone in his pocket, most likely to call Jungkook. You begin opening Jimin’s bathroom drawers in search of some sort of wipes and celebrate internally when you find his baby wipes next to a box of condoms.

As you clean yourself of your boyfriend’s cum, Taehyung puts his phone on speaker and lets it drone on into the call with the guy who saw you fucking in a place you should have not been fucking in.

“Hey dude.” Jungkook casually answers as if nothing happened.

“You will not tell a single soul what you saw, you prick.”

The stoned one laughs. “I wouldn’t dream of it. You’d go off and tell everyone I’m a cuck for being a creep and watching you fuck your girlfriend.”

“That would just be in bad taste.”

Merry Christmas, Fae! Hope you liked it!

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