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Best Of Us

Chapter 19: Taken Care Of

Summary: Being an Omega is hard, it could be so lonely. The hardships that you would sometimes feel seemed to much, always expected of things you could never fully reach. Always seen as a piece of meat to some, seen as weak and stupid. So you worked your ass off to finally work your dream job. And the world all changed when you met one of the bosses. And couldn't help but end up falling.

Paring: Rap Line X Fem!Chubby OmegaReader

Warning: A/O/B!VERS, mentions of sexual harassment, heats, ruts, knotting, breeding, angst, possessive behavior, more warnings will be added as needed.

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Namjoons body was vibrating, his mind slipping and tumbling as he stopped outside the door matching the number that Yoongi had given him from an email you had sent. His breathing was picking up as he felt his mouth start to water out of pure nerves. He was about to enter your safe place, your family packs home, where you as a pup were raised, loved and taught. The memories that were probably etched in every wall, around every corner a story, a moment of time that shaped you.

Unlike their home, one of mates, where families were made, this was a home of a family. He remembered walking into Hoseok's home after they became a trio, how the feeling of love for Hoseok flowed out of the walls, out of the small cracks of corners, or the small echoes of joy from the pictures on the walls. He remembers how nervous he was, and how nervous Hoseok was, well at least till he walked in and his mothers arms were around him, gentle scenting of her cheek against his as he heard Hoseok's mother purr. The memory was one full of joy, and full of love the first time he entered his mates home, with both next to him yet here he was about to enter your family den alone.

Shaking his head, he ran his hand down his pant leg, the sweat pants he was wearing were ones you had said made him look comfy, the shirt was large and one you had worn while you had stayed with them. Though cleaned, your scent was still twisted lightly in the fabric, he looked comfortable, and he was shopping for the circumstances of why he was stopping by to help him get away with it. Raising his first, he knocks, the sound of something shuffling and then the door opening he sees the same woman from the night before. He quickly adjusted the bag on his shoulder as her scent, though weak, was comforting, warm. He couldn’t truly pinpoint what she smelt like.

“Namjoon, why hello come in come in.” She waved him in, her smile large as she nodded from him to follow her. He stumbled slightly as he slipped out of his shoes, his eyes closing as he saw large mens shoes, most likely belonging to your father. It had him gulping, though he became confused when he did not smell a third scent. Nothing lingering, making him wonder if your father was on scent blockers or something like that.

“I brought her things.” He mumbled as he followed her to a living area, a couch that looked well used had a large blanket on it, and the coffee table in front of it had paperwork scattered across it. Looking to the walls he sees framed picture after frame picture, even framed art work, which look to be done by a young you were scattered on walls and shelves. His smile grows without a thought when he sees you, little chubby you, your body was in front of a man who had the same smile as yours. Cheeks a bright red, from what he could assume was the cold as the snow that was surrounding the two of you, your body was slightly lifted off of the ground, smiling face looking at the camera, as the men, who had to be your fathers, were smiling brightly down at you. “Cute.” he muttered, making your mother let out a small light laugh, one of agreement making him look back at her with a sheepish smile.

“She loves the snow, always..just like her father.” Her words had him smiling as she patted the spot on the couch next to her, “Y/n fell back asleep about two hours ago or so.”

“Oh, I thought it would be enough time.” Namjoon muttered, his body awkwardly sitting down, his legs pressing cloning together as your bag slipped at his feet. His hands landed on the tops of his thighs as he let in a deep breath.

“It depends, she didn't sleep very well last night when I brought her home. Was up and down, a little out of it for a bit of it too.” Her words were said so easily, showing just how often an episode like the night before happened. Namjoon was frowning, it had your mother letting out a soft sigh, her hand reaching for his as she squeezed his hand making him look up to her and give her a small smile. “It's okay that you’re here..I want this space to be a home to you as well.” He nodded as she gave him a bright smile, one more squeeze to his hand then she let him go.

“How..how can I help her?” Namjoon asked, after a moment of silence, it made your mother smile as she stood up and nodded her head for him to follow.

“Let's get a drink, how about some peach tea?”

“Sure.” As he followed her, his eyes scanning the home as he does, a small smile permanently etched on his face as he catches pieces of you in every corner. His eyes gleamed as he caught a picture of you in work clothes, toothbrush in your mouth and hair being pulled in what he would assume was your usual ponytail. Your eyes were wide as you stared into the camera, the toothpaste foam was peeking out the corner of your mouth and a slight smile, on he knew it was from a giggle, was etching at the corner of your mouth. It was an image he was now gonna daydream about waking up after and walking into your shared bathroom and seeing you like that. His head whips away from the photograph on the fridge to your mom when she clears her throat, a small smile on her face as she nods to the bar stool at the counter top.

“Peach tea.” The glass in front of him was cold in his hand, as he moved and took a sip, a pleasant sound falling past his lips making your mother chuckle slightly. “Anyway, to help her..I mean the shower things that Hoseok helped her with, the hot water helps relax the muscles and the pressure of the shower is like a massage.” Namjoon nods at her words, her hand reaching to fix the messy bun her hair was in. “Massages as well, you feel how tight her muscles get and just rubbing it out helps. It doesn't solve the problem but it helps.” He nods, his hands moving through his hair as he takes a deep breath in. “But the best thing is just be there, like comfort her and make sure she knows it's okay that her medication will kick in and that you won’t leave her.”

“I won't..we won’t ever leave her.” Namjoons were quick and kinda loud at the end making your mother let out a soft giggle as she nodded and smiled at him.

“I believe you, that one alpha..Hoseok? He went almost all Alpha when I tried to get him to walk away.”

“Yeah, he's protective. I'm sorry about that.” Namjoon mumbled, remembering how his mate was grumbling under his breath about how he had ‘fucked up’ his true first impression with your mother by going all protective Alpha on her. Yoongi had tried to comfort him but it hadn't been working, all night Hoseok was mutterin what he should’ve done, and how he wasn’t the hot head he had most likely came off to be. “Don't apologize, I know what he was doing.” She smiled, her head tilting slightly as she took a deep breath and took a sip of her tea. “I know I snapped, but…I'm not an Alpha, I don’t have authority over him or Yoongi and I was in a bathroom with my pup in pain with an Alpha I had only briefly met.” She stopped to take a deep breath in and look down at the counter. “I just wanted to make sure my pup was safe.”

“I understand..kinda? I mean I don’t have pups..but..just the thought of having a pup in pain and having an Alpha in the room while they’re in such a vulnerable state.” He stopped, smacking his lips as his fingers traced the cup in his hand, “Once I calmed down, I realized the situation. I mean I've only known her for a month and half, and it was her first time sleeping over, and you're her mother. You know her best.”

“I know her best as of this moment.” She corrected him,”One day, you three ar gonna know her better than I ever had, you’ll know her little quirks, her pet peeves, you’ll be able to tell with one look what she's thinking. You know the feeling.” Her words had him nodding, her smile soft as she watched his eyes almost glaze over, though the overwhelming feeling in his chest crawled up, the memories of the first few months of being courted by Yoongi and Hoseok the moments where he’d catch the way their posters would shift in a split second when they were upset or angry, or the way Hoseok's eyes would lower when he was concentrating or the way Yoongi knee would bounces when he was anxious. Little details that no one else would really notice but him. The thought of knowing little things like that about you was making his eyes burn as he sniffled slightly. “Oh sweets.” She mumbled, her body moving around the counter to stand next to him. “Why all the blubbering?” She mutters, her voice soft as her hand moved to rest on the top of his head, fingers massaging his scalp as he sniffled slightly.

“Just..just the thought of getting to know her…love her is overwhelming I guess.” His words became a whisper towards the end, his fingers rubbing at the hem of his shirt as he took a deep breath in. The lingering smell of freshly baked cookies had his hammering heart slow as he looked over at your mother. Her nails slightly scratching at his scalp as he lets out a soft croon making her smile at the sound. “I just don’t want to mess anything up, but just..just the thought of her making my brain go all..all mush. I already can’t think when I'm around her and sleeping last night without her was..was painful.” His eyes fell to the cup in front of him, the feeling of your mothers nails slowly twirling his hair as she let out a croon of her own, it was different than yours or his, or any Omega really. It was more light, and almost sounded like a humm. Yet it was a sound to comfort, to sooth another. It has Namjoons eyes closing as he took a deep breath in and looked at her from the corner of his eyes.

Her eyes were soft, and similar to yours yet they told her life story to Namjoon, well at least a glimpse of the joy she experienced in her life. The slight development of crows feet and how her cheeks were developing smile lines show just how much in life she was smiling, yet there was a darkness clouding her eyes slightly. He couldn’t figure out what was heavy on her heart, yet he knew it was an unexplainable one, he blinked as he quickly looked back down at his tea as he sniffled. Feeling odd for staring at her for as long as he was in silence, but that's the thing about Namjoon. He was curious, and he was in better terms nosey especially with the people involved with his personal life. It was something his mates scold him for, but his reasoning is always wanting to make sure that the important people in his life are okay, and are cared for.

“I understand, when I met her father I was..was a ball of nerves and whenever he was around just the smell of him made my world freeze. It was like everything was shifting around me, making him the center of my univerice was no longer myself but the two of us.” Her words had Namjoon nodding, understanding exactly what she meant. He had felt the same way when he met Hoseok, and when he started spending time with Yoongi. How he was feeling with you, everything in his world shifted differently with each of his mates. “I can tell yours is shifting, hers is doing that three times over.”

“I can’t imagine how it feels to have three men courting her, I was going nuts with just two.” His words had her laughing, a final pat at the top of his head as she moved away from him.

“Now before you wake her up why don’t we make some lunch for her, she’ll need food on her stomach to take her muscle relaxer. Come I’ll show you her favorite.”

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“Y/n?” A voice calls out, the warm feeling of a hand against your cheek had you moaning out in disagreement, hand lifting, swatting. A familiar chuckle echos, making you huff as you take a deep breath in, the sweet smell of fresh cut peaches and pears, a small smile lifting on the end of your lips as you slowly let your eyes peeled open. “Why hello sleepy pup.” His dimpled smile, and bright brown eyes had you reaching up your hand cupping his jaw as your thumb runs over his lower lip, his eyes closing as he let out a peaceful sigh.

“Cute.” You mutter, making his eyes snap open as you drop your hand, moving to sit up though you groan lightly making him move quickly. Hands moving to support you as you give him a half smile as your back rests against the pillowed wall behind you.

“Your mom told me that you’d need at least one muscle relaxer.” He mumbled, his hand reaching for the pill cup you mom had given him when she had let him in, their half hour talk had made him feel at home. “We also made lunch, but when she and I came up here the first time you seemed too comfortable for us to wake up.” His cheeks were wide, his hand falling onto the side of your face, his thumb running across your cheek bones again as you smiled softly at him. “We put some in the fridge, but you mom thought you’d like some peach ice cream.” His words had you moving quickly, though you wince out as you sit up and huff as you look at Namjoon. “Slow baby, don’t hurt yourself.” His words had you huffing as you took a deep breath in, and patted the other side of your bed.

“Cuddle.” The single word had Namjoon chuckling as he placed the bowl of ice cream at your side table, his body moving to the end of the bed and crawling onto it. Trying not to move your body about, his body was soon beside yours, his arm reaching around you to grab the bowl and then rest right next to you. His forehead pressing to your temple for a second, his lips pressing your cheekbone making you smile slightly as he pulls back and smiles brightly at you.

“Missed you in the nest last night.” He muttered as you watched him stir the ice cream about, a smile lifting onto your lips as you lean against his shoulder, scooping the ice cream and lifting it up. Your lips wrapping around the spoon as the sweet taste made your mouth water as you pulled back and looked at him. “I didn’t think two nights would have me..so attached to you.” His words were soft and mumbled, a sniffle towards the end making you move slowly. Sitting up, twisting slightly to face him as your eyes stared at him, his hair was falling in his face and his nose was slightly scrunching every few seconds as you moved your hand to run through his hair making him look up. His brown eyes were slightly glossed over as he looked at you, a tear trailing down his face making you let out a small noise as your hands cupped his cheeks. His breath puffing out as your forehead pressed against his, nose nudging his as your thumbs moved in circular motions as the sound of the spoon hitting the rim of the bowl made him jump slightly. “Sorry, sorry”

“No, Joonie. Don't be sorry..I'm sorry…this..this is why I don’t like people seeing me like this.” You mumbled, his eyes widening as he rapidly shook his head, his hands moving to press against your sides as you hear the bowl below move making you pull back and grab the bowl of melting ice cream. A giggle passing your lips as his arms wrap around your waist trying to pull you close to him as you giggle as you look at him. “You’re gonna make me spill the ice cream.”

“Don’t be sorry Y/n, don’t hide this from me. From us.” His words had you huffing as he took the bowl and set it back onto the side table, his nose nudged at your chin as you felt him gently pull you into him. Your leg moved to the other side of his lap as you hovered over top of him. His fingers gripping, massaging at your hips as your hands move around his shoulders. “I wish..I wish I would’ve asked about that day in Yoons office.” His voice wavering as a sniffle is heard again, making your fingers lace into his hair, pulling his head up making him let out a whine as he looked at you. “I don’t care that you need medication to feel okay, to feel pain free it's okay.” he pauses his lips, presses under your jaw as you take a deep breath in and sighs as you pull his head back again. Tears falling down his cheeks as you sniffle back at him, his hands squeezing your waist as he looks at you, his eyes wide, slowly dilating as he starts to drift. “Omega is safe with me.” His words were mumbled, his eyes closing slightly as you nod softly, suddenly his hand pushed you down, your full weight suddenly in his lap making you gasp as he moved forward. His nose burning itself against your collarbone, his fingers moving along you back as his nose rubbed along your night shirt.

“Namjoon, just..I just don't like people seeing me so out of it..not myself. It’s not that I don't trust you..I just don't want you guys to pity me? To look at me differently than you did before you found out about it..it's just something I have to live with but I don’t want you guys to live with.”

“I will live with it..I..I want to live with you..I want to know everything about you.” Namjoons muttered, his head lifting from your collarbone, his lips suddenly pressing against your jaw making you sigh as he pulled away from you and took a deep breath in. “I’m your omega and your mine, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide stuff from me.” You nod, your head leaning away as you shifted, trying to lift weight off of his thighs, yet he held your waist in place. It had you huffing as you looked at him, his eyes though slightly puff, had a playful gleam in them as he stared at you.

“Joon..I'm too heavy for this.” You mutter after a couple seconds of silence, it had him rolling his eyes as he pulled you back into his chest.

“Stop that, you are not.”

“I bet your thighs are burning or falling asleep right now.” You mutter making him let out a playful growl, his teeth nipping at the near your ear making you huff as he suddenly presses a kiss to your lips. It had your eyes closing as you felt one of his hands sneak up from your waist, brushing against your breast, which made your skin jump and your eyes open as you pulled away. His eyes were wide, cheeks dusted pink as he took a deep breath in. “Try to cup a feel, are you?” You muttered under your breath, a smile twisting onto your lip, his eyes rolling as he let out a groan as you giggled. Watching him throw his head back dramatically as you lifted weight off of his legs making him grunt.

“Hey no, sit comfortably.”

“Working my thighs.”

“I like your body weight on me, so please..just..relax.” His words had your mind overthinking, wondering if what he was saying was what he really thought, but then you wondered, why would he lie, why would he say something like that and not mean it. You had no reason not to believe him, and everything in your heart was telling you to trust him. So you did.

Your lips slightly parted as you slowly rested your weight back on to him, your eyes looking at him as you slowly relaxed. A smile lifts on his face, his hand reaches forward and tugs your face against his. His lips mashing with yours, the feeling of you closing your eyes as one of your hands runs through his hair, the other gripping his wrist. You could feel the smile lifting as his lips as yours moved against them, you fighting off your own smile. Pulling away at the sound of a gasp had you huffing as the scent of your mother at your door greeted you.

“Okay, I should've knocked, I know.” Your mom's words had you look back to see her, a slight blush to her cheeks as she look down at the floor, his hair was in her usual at home bun, and you couldn’t help the heat that was on your cheeks as your turned your face away from him and buried it into Namjoons shoulder. His body moving as a chuckle reaches your ears making the palm of your hand gently swat at his side making his laughter grow. “Just wanted to check up, maybe take the bowl.”

“Take it.” You mutter, embarrassment growing as you listen to her footsteps grow closer to your bed.

“You had like none.”

“I had a bite.”

“Then you got distracted.”

“Mom!” You whine, her teasing tone making heat wrap around your ears, as Namjoon pulls you closer. His arm is holding you tight against him as you hear your mom laughing as your door shuts. “I feel like a teenageer.” You mutter making Namjoon laugh as he rocks your body with his lips pressed against the crown of your head as your huff into his shirt. “Not funny.”

“Oh no it's hilarious…though not as funny as the time Hoseok mom walked in Yoongi blowing him.” His words had you spitting out a laugh, your whole body being taken over as you felt his hand rubbing into your back as you rolled off onto your side. “Tell me another one.” You look over at him as you speak through your constant laughter, his eyes staring at you, watching your every move as you tilt your head and smile at him as you take a deep breath and calm down.

“You’re feeling better.” he utters, mind going to how you had moved, how freely your body was twisting and turning. It had you nodding as you looked at him , his hand moving from the crown of your head through your hair making you huff as he caught a tangle making you wine. “I need to learn how to style and take care of longer hair.”

“Why?”

“So I can do your hair for you..and maybe for a pup one day.” His words had your heart pounding against your chest as you nodded as he sat up and got onto his knees. “Where's your hairbrush?”

‘On my desk..Joon you don't have to.”

“I want to..want to prove to you and your parents we can take care of you..want to prove it to myself too.” You look at him,eyes softening as you see the look on his face. Eyes down casted, hands messing with the end of his shirt as you nod at him with a deep sigh.

“In the desk over there, second drawer.” He gives you a bright dimpled smile, leaning forward, cupping your jaw, pressing a quick kiss then jumping off the bed to the desk. You watch him as he opens the drawer and pulls out a brush, your body moving to sit on the edge off the bed. His body moving to sit behind you, his legs falling on either side of your hips, the feeling of his hand moving your hair. “Start from the bottom and work your way up.” You mutter, he nods, the feeling of the brush running through your hair, pulling at the kinks off and on had you closing your eyes at the feeling. The moment after your shower in their apartment rolls in your mind as you begin to see in between his legs. The connection between the two of you builds as you hear him start to humm behind you. The tune was something sweet, soft, something that would have your humming along if you knew it.

“Ever since I've met you, I've got this melody in my head that I can’t get out.” His words had you smiling as he stopped brushing making you lean back. His arms wrap around your waist as you look over at him. :I can’t get you out of my head.”

“Sweet..I..I can’t get you guys out of my head either. I thought at first I could ignore the way Yoongi and Hoseok affected me, then I met you.” You paused, your eyes staring off, remembering the way he had growled, woke up to you and ripped the shirt from your grasp. “ You were so..so on a mission that day.” You chuckle, making him whine as he puffs air against your skin.

“I know..I just..I saw you and then Hoseok's shirt..but then..then I saw you.. And I smelt you and I froze but I just wanted to brush it off you know.” You nod at his words, “I wanted to dislike you, but then you were..so nice? Like you saw me sit on Yoongi's lap, you watched me get all possessive and shit and you smiled. You smiled like you were so happy to see Yoongi and me together.”

“I was..I am..you reminded me of my parents.” You mutter, a softness in your voice that makes him hum as you feel his chin rest on your shoulder, this thumb tapping against your arm. “What?” You muttered, eyes looking over at Namjoon as he let out a breath and nodded, as if he was prepping himself to ask you.

“Where..where is your dad? I mean you said he’s an Alpha..yet I don't smell an Alpha anywhere. Like there hasn’t been on here before. You mom isn’t scent marked and…and I noticed her mating mark is faded.” His words had you closing your eyes tightly as you took a deep shaky breath in, pulling away from his arms as you stood up. Stumbling slightly as you run your hands over your face. “I’m just wondering, that's all. No matter what happened there isn’t judgment or anything.”

“I mean..I think you kinda know what happened.” You mutter, your arms crossing over your chest as you take a deep breath in as he did a slope nod. “That..that car accident I was in..he..he was driving…he didn’t..he..” Your words got choked up as Namjoons body stood up and wrapped itself around you. His scent is pushing out, wrapping around the two of you like a security blanket. It had the weight on your chest, yet the tears that you so wanted to hold back fell. Large fat tears rolled down your cheeks, hand gripping his shirt as you felt your knees grow weak.

“I’ve got you..I’ve got you.” He muttered against your skin, you nodded as you felt a weight on your mind as he squeezed you. “You can drop baby, I got you.”

“Don't wanna..don’t..don’t wanna get small when I think about it.” You mutter, pulling away from his hands rubbing at your eyes,taking deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. His hands move yours away from your face as he cups your face, forehead falling against your as he takes in deep breaths. Encouraging you to follow his breathing pattern, as you do he gives you a gentle smile. “Wanted to tell you but..I didn't know how..everyone who knows was around when it happened. Never really had to tell anyone you know…and..and when I brought them up..and Yoongi's response to how he wanted to be an Alpha for me that my father would be proud of..I didn..I didnt know how to break it to him that my father could never be proud of him..that he could never..never get that approval that seems so important to him.” Your words had Namjoon shaking his head as he pushed a kiss to your lips, his thumbs rubbing against your cheeks as he pulled away.

“We..we want the approval yes, but your mothers is enough for the both of them..Y/n you don't have to be afraid to hide things from us because of it. This is something..something that is gonna affect you for the rest of your life, and we want to be apart every moment from here on out.” You nod at his words, fingers still gripping the fabric of his shirt, kneading the fabric as he speaks. “I'm not upset you didn’t tell us right away, and I know our Alphas aren't going to be ethier.”

“You..you sure?” You whisper, his eyes widening as he quickly nods as he pulls you back into his chest. “I swear it, they..honestly they’ll be more upset with themselves thinking that they did something for you not to tell them.” he chuckles lightly at the thought, though it just makes you cookie scent start to smell like it was burning making his eyes widen as he pulls away and giggles at the panic look at on your face. “Bubs no no, it's a them thing. Even now when I don’t tell them something they think it's because of what they did. Everytime. They always keep their worries bottled in, Yoongi more so the Hoseok, but..still they aren’t very open with how they feel very often. Yoongi isn’t good at explaining his words, his emotions. Hoseok is better, though he doesn’t like looking sad, weak.” You nodded as you took in the information, his body stepping away sitting on the bed as you watched his hands running up and down his thighs. “I..I can tell them for you if you want? Like I did with Yoongi's parents' situation for him.” His words make you shake your head, moving to stand between his legs as his hands move to rest on your waist.

“No, no I gotta tell them..let me tell them?”

“I will..unless you are in danger or our relationship is at risk…okay?” You nodd sniffling as you took a deep breath in. “Do you want to talk about it more?”

“No..definitely not right now.”

“Okay, that's fine bubs, just know if you need to talk about it you can, I’ll always make sure you're taken care of pup, okay. Always.”

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hobicakess · 4 months

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PLAYING DANGEROUS | bts rapline [m.list]

summary: It's been almost three years since Jack in the box was caught, and no one could make him talk. No one knew his story, and what drove him to become the monster he was today. That is until you're assigned your first story. What makes you so lucky?

rating: 18+ (I'm not your mother you're in control of what you consume)

pairings: Journalist!Reader x Criminal!JungHoseok x CEO!Kim Namjoon x Detective!MinYoongi.

warnings: smut murder, blood and gore, Jack In The Box Hobi, corruption, workplace abuse, yandere characters, possessive/obsessive behavior, dubcon, short hair namjoon (yes that's a warning), black/plus sized coded reader, violence from every single aspect, police brutality, mircoagression towards woc, lawyer kim seokjin, maknae helping cause chaos, manipulation, drugs and addiction, unhinged serial killer hobi, yoongi hates his job, namjoon loves his job (he gets to piss you off everyday)

authors note: howdy hotties! this fic was heavily inspired by this post, i don't think it'll be 30 chapters but something about it just spoke to me and itched my writer brain. even though the mc is black coded anyone can read ofc!! the teaser will be out sometime today or tomorrow night. if you'd like a tag pls comment below. Reblogs are appreciated and check out my other works (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

©hobicakesss , please don't repost or steal my work. don't be a loser

teaser | one | two | three...

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spiceofvy · 9 months

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BTS Rapline x Reader — Reader never had an orgasm

notes: reader is not a virgin, former partners are mentioned (of both reader and namjoon)

cws: gender neutral reader, mentions of reader being penetrated, mention of oral sex (reader receiving), mention of accidental overstimulation (yoongi), mention of corruption kink (hoseok), namjoon being adorable

Yoongi: He is surprised to hear that but gets that everyone experiences sex differently and has a different amount of experience. Will make you cum with his mouth. He does talk about his tongue technology a lot after all. It will be a slow tease. Secretly he enjoys that no one ever could make you feel this good. That he takes your „Orgasm virginity“, that he gives you something that not even you could give yourself. His mind is playing out all the amazing things he can show you. After you calmed down a bit he asks you if you wanna do it again. Your next orgasm is on his dick. Less slow. Definitely in a position where he can watch how your face moves. See your hazy eyes. This gives him such a rush of power. Will go down on you again after it. Maybe accidentally overstimulates you.

Hoseok: Corruption kink going strong in this one. Even though you're not a virgin, the thought of him giving you your first orgasm (and he knows that he will succeed to make you cum) sends a rush of power through him. Your first orgasm is something most people don‘t really forget, and he will make sure that yours will burn itself into your brain. His mind is running wild with all the things he could do to you. How he could ruin you. Make you addicted to this feeling but he is aware that the full program could be a lot for the first time. So he takes it a bit slower. Makes you cum on his cock. Watches your expression, seeing the exact moment when you get hooked. Feeling just as fuzzy as you do in that moment. Barely lets you come down before he asks if you are ready for your second orgasm with an innocent smile. You awakened a monster. But you can't seem to regret it.

Namjoon: My boy is stressed. He really wants to give you a good experience. Let's you decide how you want to come. Do you want his mouth? His dick? Just his hands on your body? Will probably pull up his former partners' opinions on his skills to help you choose. It‘s not that he is clueless. Actually he is probably the most knowledgeable about the inner workings of an orgasm. But he is a romantic at heart and wants to make your shared firsts as special as possible, and when it's also an overall first for you? His inner perfectionist comes out. He will kiss you every time his mouth isn‘t occupied in any other way. He watches your face closely to make sure you're not uncomfortable. His own pleasure doesn‘t matter, this is all about you. You enjoying this is his priority. Will talk everything through with you afterwards. Wanting your opinion on everything he did. watch him having a whole customer experience survey ready for you to fill out

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usmiletk · 1 year

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“Idols is that we don’t have to commit a crime or something controversial for people to blow little things out of proportion & judge us. I could never understand the mentality of those people. Like when an idol smokes on a MV, say I get criticized for that at 31.” — Min Yoongi

#min suga #min yoongi #suga #bts rap line #bts #bts icons #bts x reader #bts fanart #bts fanfic #bts fic #agustd #agust d #taehyung #jungkook #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #taekook #my asks #cyberbullying

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jhopelyy · 1 year

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#bts icons #bts x reader #jimin icons #jungkook icons #taehyung icons #jin headers #rap line #yoongi headers #jhope headers #namjoon headers #vminkook #yoonseok #bts namgi #jikook #taekook #kim seokjin #hyung line

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allora1233 · 1 year

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𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕪: ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕛𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

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ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕛𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕐/ℕ 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥.

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"Come oooon Y/n, it'll be fun! Just a small hang out sesh. No cameras, none of that. All the guys will be there. I promise you're gonna love it!"

You sighed softly, pinching the bridge of your nose as you listened to probably the 5th plea today from your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon. The two of you have been dating for about 5 months now, but since he was in such a popular music group, you two decided to keep your relationship a secret. You never told anyone, even the friends he was in the band with, and you were honestly okay with keeping it that way for a little while longer. However, Namjoon couldn't be more of the opposite.

Namjoon cherishes his friends almost as much as he cherishes you. He is very proud of what they've become since they first got together. They are basically his second family. It would be an absolute dream for him to see his best friends and the love of his life meet each other and get along. Not to mention that he takes great pride in you and would show you off to the entire world if he could. You know this almost as much as he does.

Truthfully, the problem for you wasn't that you wouldn't like them or a fear of getting found out. Namjoon has already told you plenty of stories about them, and the videos they post online of their daily life pretty much confirm that you'd love to hang out with them. You were more afraid of the possibility that the others wouldn't like you. You've heard all about the infamous "V Test" and you had a strong feeling you wouldn't pass that, or the other guys' judgment tests for that matter.

"Joon, please. I'm really not sure if I want the others to know I'm your significant other yet. I know how much they mean to you, and I don't want to intrude... especially if they don't approve of me. Besides, what if someone outside of them sees us? As much as I love your fans, you know how some of them can get. I don't want to put either of us, or the guys, in that kind of situation..."

Your boyfriend was quick to silence your concerns with his reassurance. "I understand baby, I really do, but no one will know. I promise I'll do everything in my power to make sure no one recognizes either of us before we get there. I know plenty of tricks to get us there safely. Furthermore, I'm not asking you to tell the guys who you are to me. We can just say we're friends. But I really just want you to meet them at least. They're really cool and they'll love you, trust me."

Namjoon gently takes your hand in his, lifting it up to press soft kisses to your knuckles. You couldn't help but melt a little at his tender touch. He looks back up at you and smiles. "At least think about it, okay? If you still don't want to when I leave tomorrow then I'll drop it." Even though you knew it would mean the world to him if you tagged along, you were still very grateful that he was also willing to wait until you were ready. You nod, returning the smile. "I will. Thank you."

And indeed you did. It kept you up a little later than you usually would stay up, outweighing the pros and cons of finally going out and introducing yourself to Namjoon's friends. After a long night, you turn over and cuddle close to the already asleep popstar, finally finding yourself drifting off to sleep content with your decision.

- - -

"I'll go."

The way Namjoon's face lights up at your words makes you feel even more sure of your decision. You'd have to meet his friends eventually, right? So just go for it. Besides, as long as you were with him, you knew everything would be okay.

Your boyfriend wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in a tight hug from behind as you finish making your breakfast. "Thank you baby. I promise you won't regret this. But if you do ever want to go home, just tell me and I'll take you back, okay?" You nod as he pecks a few chaste kisses against your cheek, which elicits a giggle out of you. After the two of you finished your breakfast and got dressed for the day, you both head out to a studio where you were meeting today. Apparently it belonged to one of his friends, Yoongi if you remember right.

You were a little nervous, and even though Namjoon texted the guys ahead of time and told them he'd bring a guest with him, you couldn't help but gently squeeze his hand anxiously. He looks down at you and offers you a gentle smile, one that helps you ground yourself before you spiral down a path of anxiety. It doesn't take much longer before the two of you are standing in the building of the studio.

After going up a level of stairs and down a hallway, you find yourself in front of a door. "Min Yoongi" was on a plaque that hung on the door. You turn to Namjoon, who looks around the hallway to make sure the coast is clear before giving you a quick, reassuring kiss. It definitely helps. After taking one deep breath, you open the door and walk in.

- - -

Out of everyone you met, the one person you definitely hit it off with was Jin. The two of you had been talking since the moment you walked in. Admittedly, it was partially due to the fact that during your viewings of the Run BTS episodes, you knew for a fact that you wanted to talk to Jin. The way he tries to keep respect because he's the oldest while also being one of the most childish people in the group was absolutely adorable and hilarious. Which, in its own way, is funny considering how much of a parental figure he really is to the rest of them, especially the three youngest. And it really seemed like he enjoyed your company too. Not like everyone else didn't, in fact, they were all really sweet and funny guys.

It has been a couple hours now since you arrived. You and Jin were practically attached at the hip, joking about anything with the others, making fun of the guys when they do something stupid, and just generally having a good time. It was such a relief that they made you feel comfortable. It didn’t feel like you had hijacked their group and added yourself in; you are a part of the group now. And Jin was especially accommodating.

After a while of hanging, you were getting a little hungry. Jin notices you staring at the empty candy bowl on the table for just a little bit too long. “You alright? Do you need anything to eat?” You look up at him and smile. “Oh, yeah. That would be nice. Thank you.” Jin smiles and gets up to grab you some snacks. In that moment by yourself, you decide to check up on your boyfriend. You didn't mean to go this long without saying something to him, but things just turned out that way. As you looked over to him, you noticed that he looked a little off. Namjoon was slightly slouched in his chair, arms folded over his chest as he listened in on Yoongi and Jimin's conversation, the corners of his pretty lips turned down into a frown.

Before you could catch his attention and ask him if he was alright, Jin came back from the kitchen with a nice assortment of snacks, sitting back down next to you. “Thanks, Jin.” You reach out to the table and grab one of the snack bars. Jin nods as he leans back on the couch. "So, how long have you and Joon known each other? We usually know most of the other guy's outside friends and we've never heard from you before."

"Yeah, well we only met a couple months ago. I guess that it just never came up. But he invited me to come out here today, and I'm very thankful that you guys have seemed to accept me into your group." Jin smiles and runs a hand through his hair, fixing the stray strands. "You're a really amazing person Y/n, of course we'd let you hang out! I'm glad he brought you. It's no wonder you and Namjoon became friends. Hopefully we can all get to know you as well as he does." You couldn't help but laugh a little under your breath, knowing no one was gonna know you as well as Namjoon does. "I'm glad you feel that way. I'm really looking forward to hanging out with you guys more, if that's okay."

"Of course that's okay! I love having you around, and I'm sure the others do too. You make a very nice addition to our little group. Your personality really lights up the room and you're nice to talk to, not to mention you're easy on the eyes." He winks. You laugh, pushing Jin's shoulder who simply laughs along with you.

"Dork! Flattery will get you nowhere. Not that I don't appreciate it." Jin shrugs, a knowing smirk on his lips. A loud groan grabs the attention of both of you, looking up at a clearly amused Jimin. "Get a room! Some of us want to talk in peace." He jokes as he shoves Jin to you, causing him to lose his balance and land with his head on your lap. More laughter erupts from the two of you as you roll your eyes and turn your head away from the others.

It was only at that moment that you actually got to steal a glance at Namjoon again. It didn't take a genius to realize that he wasn’t happy, except, you have never seen that kind of expression on his face before. You could see him biting the inside of his cheek and the line forming between his furrowed brows. He looks... bitter? No, no it's not that. More like he’s spiteful about something. Like he's trying to bite his tongue and keep himself composed, but the way he keeps clenching and relaxing his fists clearly shows otherwise.

He sees you looking at him, obviously confused by his demeanor, and simply rolls his eyes. He stands up and calmly walks out of the room. Honestly, that hurt you a little bit. He's never acted like this before, especially not towards you. You look around at the others, but no one seems to have noticed Namjoon’s exit nor how upset he seems to be. Without thinking, you gently lift Jin's head from your lap and get up off the couch to follow Namjoon outside the room, granting you some eyebrow raise from the others, especially Jin.

You walk out into the hallway, looking around before noticing your boyfriend leaning against the wall around the corner, back facing towards you. Cautiously, you walk up to him, keeping your voice quiet so as to not startle him. "Joon..? Hey, what's wrong? Why'd you leave-" Before you could finish your sentence, Namjoon turns around and quickly pulls you into a deep kiss. You squeak, not quite expecting the sudden affection. Before you could do anything in response, he pulled away, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

"Sorry, I just really needed that right now." You wrap your arms around him, gently playing with his hair. "Hey, it's okay honey. I’m just worried about you... Can you tell me what you're so upset about?" Your boyfriend looks up at you dumbfounded. "You really don't know...? You didn't see it?" You shake your head, brows furrowed in confusion. Namjoon shakes his head and lets out a breathy laugh, almost like he was relieved. "Jin's been flirting with you all day." It takes you a second to process what he said before you feel your face heat up in realization.

"What..? No, no he was just being nice. I just thought he was like that with everyone... Are you sure?" Namjoon laughs again before gently kissing your forehead. "Yes baby, I'm positive. Everyone saw it." You bury your face in your boyfriend's chest, hiding your shame. The fact that all of it went over your head made you feel like an idiot. "Oh my God, I'm so fucking stupid..."

"No, no you're not. And actually, I'm glad you didn't notice. It makes me feel a bit better." Now it was your turn to look up at him bewildered. "Why would that make you feel better?"

"Uh... I may or may not have gotten a little jealous of you two." As soon as he says that, all the little dots slowly start connecting in your mind. "Really?" Namjoon sighs softly and rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah, and I really started to get frustrated at everything and myself. I didn't know I could feel that way, but I guess I'm just a protective person. Especially when it comes to you, baby. I'll do absolutely anything for you and to make you happy and keep you close to me." You couldn't help but smile at that last part. "And I was also mad at myself because I knew it wasn't yours or Jin's fault. It's not like we told anyone about us so I can't blame him for hitting on you, I'd do the same if we weren't already together. And I know you’d never do something like that to me. I just didn't like feeling angry at one of my best friends... I'm sorry. I was the one who said everything would be okay and now I'm messing things up."

You smile, gently wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for another soft kiss to let him know that everything was okay now. "So, that's why you were upset when you left, hmm?" Namjoon looks up at you and nods. "And is that why you kissed me like that when I followed you out here?" You tease, finding the whole situation quite amusing. He nods again, this time a little more sheepishly.

You coo at your boyfriend's embarrassment, leaning up and kissing his cheek. "You’re too cute. If you wanted a moment all to ourselves, you could have just asked honey.~" You wink, very satisfied with the flustered reaction you got. It wasn't hard to see the rose color that bloomed up on his cheeks, and his sudden speechlessness always made you giggle. You gently grab his hand and squeeze it, bringing him back down to Earth. "Come on, let's go back. We can't keep everyone waiting forever."

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jungkookjeon0007 · 5 months

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— I was having such a good day until this notification. 😭 what are we going to do w/o Joon’s IG updates, Jungkook’s amazing lives that make us feel so close to him, Jimin’s constant love towards us, and V’s short but super meaningful lives that leave us always wanting more. MY HEART IS BREAKING. The sooner they go the sooner they come back and we willl have all 7 of them again, that’s what I have to keep telling myself. ♥️😭

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veeparkersstuff · 8 months

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Happy birthday Namjoon🤍

(Like or reblog, don't repost pls🦀)

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justanotherstarlightmonger · 2 years

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Ice cream makes everything better- MYG

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Dad! Min Yoongi x Mom! Fem reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 1.3k words

Summary: OC suffers from migraines. Here's how Yoongi and another special someone deal with it.

A/n: I wrote this at 3 am, exactly 6 hours before a very important exam. But this came easy to me, like it was waiting to be written since ages. 🥺💜💜

"Will omma be okay soon?" Little Sumi turned to Yoongi before jumping out of the car in front of her school.

"Of course, love. Omma's just a little sick. But I'm sure she'll be okay once she rests a little" Yoongi reassured your wide eyed, concerned daughter.

"Will she come pick me up?" She asked.

"Not today. But appa will pick you up and then we'll go get ice cream" he promised.

That promise lit up the little child's face as she nodded enthusiastically and got out, running to her friend who seemed to be waiting for her near the entrance, both of them linking hands and going inside.

Yoongi smiled to himself. He'd never get over how much your daughter resembled you. But of course you always insisted that she had Yoongi's eyes and nose. Whatever the case, Yoongi loved her to bits and anything she did made his mind reel in wonder that this little girl was living evidence of how much he loved you. Pulling away from the school, Yoongi directed his mind back to business, getting some mangoes for his wife who was currently suffering a migraine and wanted something sweet and fresh to eat after the whole night of debilitating nausea.

He tried to be as quick as possible, parking closest to the supermarket, rushing inside and grabbing the ripest, yellowest mangoes, checking out and speeding home.

On days like these, when one thing or the other triggered your migraines, it was a given that Yoongi worked from home, if he felt like he could work at all.

He looked at the mess he and Sumi had made as they had had breakfast, the dirty dishes still sitting on the table. He collected them and placed them in the sink, moving to your daughter's room where her pajamas were thrown on her unmade bed. He swiftly folded her pajamas and made her bed, placing her pillows in a neat pile and opening a window to let some fresh air in. Then he was peeling and slicing the mangoes, trying to be as quiet as possible.

When the juicy fruit was cut into cubes and ready, he added some toothpicks so he could feed you easily and eased open your bedroom door.

The dark curtains that Yoongi had installed especially because of his wife's light sensitivity, were pulled all the way shut and there was no light in the room, despite it being bright and sunny outside.

"Jagiya?" Yoongi whispered.

"Hmmm?" You hummed back, indicating you were awake.

"Do you feel like eating something?" He asked, still hushed.

He saw your silhouette sit up in bed, the raging bed head, still visible in the dim light. He came and sat down in front of you, placing the plate of fruit between you both. "I'm hungry, but my teeth feel tender, I don't understand." Yoongi could hear the pout in your voice.

"It's okay love, these mangoes are really soft and juicy. They'll be easy to eat" he assured you. He saw you nod, scooting forward just an inch.

Yoongi gladly lifted a piece of fruit skewered on a toothpick to your mouth.

"Did you take Sumi to school?" You asked before opening your mouth slightly to take the bite, relishing the sweetness spreading on your palate after the bitter aftertaste of all that dry heaving last night.

"Yeah, she was concerned about you. Wanted to say good morning" Yoongi giggled.

"Aww" you took another bite from his hand, "you should've let her come in."

Yoongi's heart hurt at how weak you sounded. He hated these episodes, he hated seeing you in so much pain, and he couldn't do much except wait for it to be over.

"You had finally fallen asleep jagi, I told her and she immediately understood."

"She's my big girl" you smiled proudly, wincing slightly at how much your eyes hurt, despite the room being almost pitch dark.

You and Yoongi sat in silence for a while, him carefully feeding you, and you focusing on chewing softly.

"All done" he announced as the last piece he'd cut up made it's way past your lips.

"Thank you Yoongi" you smiled sadly. "I don't know what I'd do without you"

" We're a team baby. You don't have to do anything without me." His hand found yours, your aching body always finding solace in his gentle touches. You grabbed back, tugging it closer to your face and kissing it fondly, aware of the slight flush that must have made it's way up his cheeks at that. He did have a way of getting flustered that was absolutely adorable.

" Does your head still hurt? " He asked kindly.

" Yeah" you whispered.

" Do you want me to give you a massage? "

A massage from your husband sounded heavenly and you were nodding immediately. More than willingly, Yoongi climbed onto the bed, making his way behind you on his knees. When you felt him behind you, you leaned back against his soft belly, head resting on his strong chest as his skilled fingers came to rest on your temples moving in coordinated circles to ease the tension in your skull.

A sigh of relief left you as he worked his magic, working quietly and surely, because he had done this many times before.

Soon enough, you felt your head getting lighter, the deep throbbing behind your eyes going away. Tears of gratitude filled your eyes involuntarily. Yoongi had no idea how in love you were with him. Because of these simple things he did. How he always made you feel better in a matter of moments, in all that he did. He had your heart. One that always ached with love for him and your little daughter. You couldn't believe you were this lucky, yet here you were.

"Oh Yoongs, you're magical" you hummed as he pulled away, fluffing up your pillow so you could lie down again.

He tucked you in and gingerly kissed your forehead. "You're my magic" he whispered into your hairline. "Now rest, and don't worry about a single thing"

You nodded, thanking all heavenly entities for him in your life as he left the room.

The next thing you heard was when you woke up again. The sweet singsong voice of your daughter on the other side of the door, "I'll call her softly to check if she's sleeping" she promised her father.

Then the door opened and a head peeked in.

"Omma?" A tiny voice asked.

"Yes sweetheart?" You answered.

"Oh you're awake!"

"Shh Sumi too loud!" Yoongi's hushed scolding made you frown.

"It's okay baby, come to me" you opened your arms as you sat up, feeling a bit better after your nap.

She ran to you, scrambling onto the bed as her father carried a tray with three bowls on it, leaving the door open a smidge to let some light in.

"How was your day?" You asked Sumi as she settled into your arms.

"It was good. I got an A on my homework. Appa helped me yesterday." She announced proudly.

"Good job baby" you hugged your daughter to your chest eyes meeting your husband's with a fond shine.

"How was your day omma?" The little voice asked from next to your heart. "Do you feel better? Are you okay now?"

You nodded. "I feel better now that you're here."

"Oh. See appa? If you had let me come to her in the morning, omma would already be okay" Sumi scolded her father.

You laughed softly.

"What's this you brought me?" You asked, tilting your head to the bowls.

"We brought you ice cream!" She announced happily.

" Ice cream makes everything better" Yoongi nodded knowingly, repeating a dialogue you loved to say ever since he had begun dating you. It was now an impromptu rule in your house. Ice cream makes everything better.

Sumi also nodded very seriously, before turning her attention back to you.

" Can I help you eat it? " She asked

"Huh?" The question threw you off.

"You always feed me when I'm sick, should I feed you now?" She explained, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

"That's because you're my baby" you cooed.

"You're my baby too," Sumi proudly announced, taking a bowl from her father's hands and lifting a half empty spoon to your smiling lips.

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hamsterclaw · 2 years

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Daiginjo

Sake brewing is in your blood, part of your heritage, and it keeps drawing you into the orbits of businessman Yoongi, rapper Namjoon and boy-next-door Hobi.

A follow up story to Sake - a love story to the rap line.

Pairing: Hoseok x F!reader, Yoongi x F!reader, Namjoon x F!reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: PWP is what this is. Smut. Very minimal fluff.

Word count: 4.2k of smut.

Warnings: Explicit sex, swearing, polyamory, sake-drinking

You watch the perfectly clear sake pour in a perfect stream into the glass. Just behind it is Yoongi’s perfect face and his intense dark eyes. Instead of appreciating how beautifully clear your Daiginjo is, he’s looking at you.

His pink tongue flicks over his bottom lip, so quickly you’d have missed it if you hadn’t happened to be looking at his face.

‘You’re addictive,’ he tells you, low voice rumbling, his tone a cross between amusement and affection.

You realise you’re leaning forward over the table between you, and that your silky top has slipped down, revealing the scalloped lace of your bra. Yoongi’s eyes drop to your chest, the skin above the lace.

He reaches out, watching your face as he runs a finger over the upper curve of your breast. Your breath hitches, then speeds up.

Yoongi’s thigh slides between your legs, the fabric of his trousers smooth against your bare skin.

Yoongi says your name, and your cunt squeezes over nothing. You’re so wet your panties are bunched together between your legs, sticking to you.

‘Yoongi,’ you say, a plea in your voice. His gaze darkens. One of his hands closes over your forearm, the other picks up the glass of sake you’ve just poured. He drinks, then puts the glass to your lips.

‘Drink,’ he says, voice so low now it makes you shiver.

You gulp down the sake, and Yoongi puts the glass down. It lands with a clatter on the wooden table.

Yoongi looks at his hand, ringing your forearm. He looks up at your face again, and then he’s heading for the door with you.

The door opens before you get there, the doorframe filling with the height and broad shoulders of Kim Namjoon.

He takes in your pouted lips, your partially exposed chest, the way Yoongi’s holding your arm.

His slow smirk makes you simultaneously aroused and apprehensive.

His eyes never leave yours as he asks, ‘Got room for one more?’

***

Yoongi’s hands as he pours out drinks for the three of you on Namjoon’s private jet transfix you.

He’s wearing platinum rings that gleam in the low light, and only seem to emphasize how long his fingers are, the strength in his hands.

You press your legs together, and Namjoon’s hand slides over your bare thigh.

‘Let me help, baby,’ he says.

You watch as he strokes his warm hand down the front of your pelvis, hitching your skirt up. At the first sight of your lace panties, Yoongi hums quietly.

‘Soaking,’ he says.

Your thighs close over Namjoon’s warm hand, and he tsks. ‘Let Yoongi see, baby, he’s the one who got you like this.’

You can’t deny it.

Namjoon pushes your legs apart, displaying you for Yoongi. He tugs at your panties, bunching them at the crotch, and you hiss at the drag over your swollen clit.

Namjoon strokes over your clit as Yoongi holds out more sake to you.

You can’t reach, not with the way Namjoon’s got you pressed back against the seat, legs spread for him and Yoongi.

Yoongi presses the glass to your lips, and you swallow.

‘Good girl,’ Namjoon says.

‘Joonie,’ you whimper.

‘Easy, baby,’ Yoongi says. ‘Let us take care of you.’

He presses a kiss to your lips. He’s kissed you so many times that if you were blindfolded you’d still know it was him.

He nibbles at your full bottom lip, tongue flicking into your mouth as Namjoon massages circles over your clit.

Yoongi's hair tickles your face as he pulls away slightly. It’s longer than the last time you saw him. It suits him. You reach up to curl your fingers through the shorter hairs at the nape of his neck, and he leans into you.

‘Clothes off,’ he murmurs. He pulls you forward, into his chest, and Namjoon lifts his hand off your wet cunt just long enough to help you slide your top over your head. You unzip your skirt, shimmy your hips, and then you’re left in your lace lingerie.

Yoongi and Namjoon exchange a look.

‘You’re beautiful, sweetheart,’ Yoongi tells you. He leans forward to kiss you again. A moment later Namjoon’s pushing your thighs apart, and you feel his hair brushing your inner thigh.

Yoongi’s hand is cupping your breast, tugging the cup of your bra down. He smiles at you as he exposes your nipple.

Yoongi’s lips close around your exposed breast just as Namjoon’s tongue licks a stripe along your slit, and the sound that comes out of you is obscene.

You’re so wet your inner thighs are sticky, you’re dripping onto the sheet underneath you.

Namjoon scoops up your wetness with the pads of his fingers, fingertips pushing at your folds.

‘I want to fill every part of you,’ he tells you, voice husky, low.

‘You’re going to have to learn to share,’ you tell him, hand over the back of Yoongi’s head as he licks at your breasts.

Yoongi looks up at you, lips curving in a smile.

‘I love the fuck out of you,’ he says.

Namjoon grunts as he props your thighs up with his shoulders. ‘There’s fucking romance for you,’ he tells you. His dimples make an appearance as he grins at you from between your legs.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow at Namjoon. ‘Are you between our girl’s legs to chat or to make her cum?’ he asks.

‘You’re both being brats. Just fuck me already,’ you tell them.

Namjoon grabs your hips as you lift your legs off his shoulders. In one movement, he’s up, cock all the way in you, so deep you cry out.

Yoongi fists his cock as Namjoon fucks you, eyes hooded. He slams his hips against you hard, fucking into you relentlessly. His stamina always amazes you.

You’d once watched a clip he’d sent you of him rapping, and you’d touched yourself to it, helplessly aroused by his raw energy, the way he’d seethed and spit the words, the low urgent breathy tone of his voice.

Namjoon slaps your ass. ‘Stop fantasizing about me when I’m fucking you,’ he tells you, stern.

You’re close, the extended foreplay and the heat and hardness of his cock sending you higher with each stroke. Namjoon pulls out suddenly, and you grab his ass.

‘Joon,’ you plead.

Namjoon laughs, mocking. ‘I love it when you beg for me. Open up baby.’

He strokes himself, rigid cock gleaming with your slick, as he watches Yoongi position himself between your legs.

‘Come on, don’t make me ask again,’ he says.

He taps the head of his cock against your lips, and you open your mouth to take him in.

Yoongi grips your hips, gentle after Namjoon’s roughness, sliding his cock into you, hand over your pelvis, pressing down. Yoongi groans. ‘Always so good,’ he tells you, the rasp in his voice making you tighten involuntarily around him.

‘I keep forgetting how much you like my voice,’ Yoongi muses. ‘I think you like it as much as I love fucking this pussy.’ He jerks his hips against yours, and you moan around Namjoon’s cock.

Namjoon positions himself above you, thighs flexing. ‘I’m going to fuck your mouth whilst Yoongi fucks your pussy, baby,’ he tells you. ‘Tap me if you want me to stop.’ He waits until your eyes meet his, and the softness in his eyes contrasts so sharply with the squeeze of his hand around your neck that you smile.

Namjoon groans. ‘You’re fucking killing me,’ he utters. ‘Go on, baby, take my cock before I spill all over your pretty face.’

You’re cumming, pushed into an orgasm by Namjoon’s gorgeous dimples, the sweat on his brow as he fucks your mouth, and Yoongi’s thumb rocking over your clit.

Yoongi swears then. ‘Shit, you just got so fucking tight,’ he groans. He thrusts hard, warmth spreading into you as he cums.

You press your tongue, firm, against the underside of Namjoon’s cock, and swallow around his head. Namjoon pulls out, and you moan.

‘Joon!’

Namjoon laughs. He moves down your body, pressing kisses to your heated skin as he goes, until he’s back between your legs.

He plunges into you with a deep thrust, and you grab his ass. ‘You can take me, can’t you, baby? You’re always such a good girl for me.’

Yoongi’s pressing kisses to your face, stroking your cheek, as Namjoon fucks you. He presses a finger against your ass, then with a deep groan, he’s cumming, spurting hot ropes of cum into you, pushing Yoongi’s cum out so it drips out of you.

‘Fuck!’ Namjoon swears. ‘Fuck!’

He’s still moving, hips grinding, and you cry out as you cum again.

Namjoon, always aware of you, pinches your clit even as he softens and pulls out.

‘Good, baby?’ he asks.

‘Yeah good,’ you say, breathless, looking at Yoongi.

Yoongi presses another kiss to your lips.

‘I came thinking about fucking your ass,’ Namjoon tells you. His dimples flash again.

‘Who’s being the fucking romantic now?’ asks Yoongi, deadpan. He’s already tucking you under the covers, getting up to get you a drink.

You’re ignoring their squabbling, turning your face into the pillow, letting sleep take you.

***

Hoseok greets Namjoon and Yoongi, then pulls you into his arms. He smells so good you wish you could bury your face in his chest forever.

‘You ok?’ he asks, quietly, looking down at your face.

‘Yeah,’ you yawn. ‘I might turn in early, we’re making koji tomorrow.’

Hoseok nods. ‘I’ll see you home and come back and serve these guys.’

You’re amazed that Yoongi and Namjoon are still going, you feel like a wilted flower, like you can barely stay on your feet.

You wave goodbye and Hoseok opens the car door for you, buckling you into your seat carefully. He drives the familiar road from his bar to your house, one hand on the wheel, the other on your leg, warm, reassuring.

By the time you get to bed your eyes are closing. Hoseok smooths your hair back off your face.

‘Want me to stay?’ he asks. You know he will if you tell him yes, Hobi’s always been good like that.

You shake your head. ‘You should go, Hobi, who knows what they’ll be up to.’

Hoseok laughs. Namjoon’s on one of his notorious recuperative visits to the mountains, which usually involve drinking, partying and long periods spent chilling, doing nothing at all.

Yoongi doesn’t usually come with Namjoon, though. You wonder if he’d just come on impulse, given what you’d been about to do before you both met Namjoon.

‘I’ll come and check on you tomorrow, ok? After the koji.’

You nod, sleepy. ‘Night, Hobi.’

Hoseok presses a soft kiss to your forehead and lets himself out.

***

When you next open your eyes, the sun’s just come up, the early morning light filtering into your bedroom. You stretch and decide to take a walk down to your hot spring.

It’s cool, humid as you walk across the fields. Your hot spring is beautiful in the early morning, you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of the view.

Even more beautiful is Hoseok’s straight back as he sits, looking out at the water.

He turns his head as you approach.

‘Hobi,’ you say, running your hand through his mussed hair. He looks like he hasn’t slept. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes.

You kiss him, because you can, just to say hello. Unexpectedly, he tugs you down, deepening the kiss. His hand curls around the back of your neck, cupping your head, fingers lacing through your hair.

‘Hobi,’ you murmur.

His gaze is clear, his eyes affectionate. ‘I missed you,’ he tells you.

You slip off your clothes, stripping down to your swimsuit.

‘Take your bottoms off,’ you tell him.

Hoseok grins. He slips off his shorts, and to your pleasure, he’s not wearing anything underneath. His cock, already semi-erect, hardens as you slip into the water and push yourself up to take him in your mouth.

‘Fuck,’ he says. His hands grip your upper arms, holding you steady as you lick up his cock, getting him wet. His thighs flex against your arms.

You’ve never given him a blow job like this before, half in your hot spring, but Hobi’s always been one to roll with it.

He grips your hair with one hand, other hand curled around your neck.

‘Your mouth,’ he grunts. He pushes you down on his cock, just rough enough that you moan at how it feels.

You cup his balls, feeling them tighten as you let him fuck your mouth.

His cry as he cums echoes throughout the quiet serenity of your hot spring.

Immediately, he pulls you up, not giving a shit that you’re getting him wet, and kisses you deeply. You barely have time to swallow him down.

‘I love you, fuck, I love you,’ he tells you, fervent.

He holds you like that for a moment, recovering.

Then he pats your ass. ‘Go for your swim. I’ll make sure there’s breakfast for you when you get back.’

You press another kiss to the head of his cock before swimming away.

***

Yoongi pulls up outside your house as you’re leaving to make koji.

He gets out, nonchalant, fucking beautiful in his white tee and dark glasses.

‘I thought I’d help with making koji,’ he says.

You remember the last time he helped you with the koji, the strength in his hands as he’d laid out the steamed rice.

You smile, lazy. ‘Koji making is a very important step in the sake brewing process,’ you remind him.

Yoongi smiles right back. ‘Maybe you should pay more attention to your koji and less to my hands.’

‘Fair,’ you say. ‘Come on, Jun and Mari are already there.’

The man’s distracting, to say the least. You’re standing back as Jun and Mari sprinkle spores over the rice, and Yoongi hums from where he’s standing behind you.

His white tee is stuck to the front of his chest, his forearms crossed over, hands up near his neck. This close, you can see the beads of sweat in his hairline. The koji room is warm.

‘Min Yoongi, will you stop it,’ you tell him, weary.

Yoongi has the audacity to smile. ‘You stop it.’ He gives you a long, slow, once over, and you can feel your skin warming as his eyes travel along your body.

‘Were you ok? You looked wiped out last night. Namjoon and I were worried.’

‘You two are a lot,’ you tell him.

Yoongi grins. ‘Come on. I’ll take you to lunch.’

Yoongi’s solicitous as usual over lunch, ordering all of your favourite foods, making sure you’re drinking enough.

Yoongi drops you off at home after, getting out to walk you up to your back door.

‘When are you leaving?’ you ask.

‘Tomorrow,’ Yoongi tells you. ‘Go get some rest. Do you think you’re up to meeting up tonight?’

‘Oh yeah, I wanted you and Namjoon to try the new Junmai daiginjo as well,’ you say, remembering.

Yoongi nods. ‘Dinner, then here after?’

‘Yeah, I’ll check if Hoseok’s free.’

Something flickers in Yoongi’s eyes. ‘Dessert?’ he asks.

‘Are you trying to kill me, Yoongi?’ you grumble.

Yoongi looks serious a moment. ‘You can stop us anytime,’ he tells you.

‘That’s not my problem,’ you tell him. ‘The problem is I don’t want to stop.’

Yoongi laughs. ‘Go get some rest then, brat.’

He waits until you get inside before turning to leave.

***

Hoseok steps into your bedroom, then takes a step back to admire you.

‘Wow,’ he says.

‘Too much?’ you ask, self-conscious.

‘It’s too much, but not because of anything you’re wearing,’ Hoseok tells you. ‘Damn.’

‘You look great,’ you tell him.

It’s true, Hoseok looks fresh, gorgeous in his deceptively simple shirt and trousers. One of the many rings you’ve given him is on his ring finger. There’s a matching one on yours.

‘I see you’re wearing our promise ring,’ Hoseok teases.

It’s an inside joke, you love to get each other jewellery, it’s been a tradition on each of your birthdays for years now. He’d got you your ring, and that same year you’d bought him a matching one.

You love it because it reminds you of him.

Hoseok holds out his arm. ‘Ready, baby?’

***

You’re headed back from the bar, slowing down to enjoy the view.

Namjoon and Yoongi are sitting across from each other, Hoseok opposite you.

Your dinner companions are beautifully dressed as always, Yoongi in his white shirt with sleeves rolled up to show his forearms, Namjoon in a black cashmere V-neck, his long legs splayed under the table. Hoseok’s laughter warms you as you approach.

Hoseok’s the first to see you coming back.

He gets up to pull your chair out. ‘Have you had enough to eat, my love?’ he asks.

‘I think so,’ you tell him.

‘Dessert?’ asks Namjoon. A dimple flashes in his cheek as he waits for a reply.

‘The new junmai daiginjo goes well with everything,’ you say, pretending to think about it.

Now Yoongi’s leaning forward. ‘I’d love to try it,’ he says.

Hoseok’s looking at you. ‘I picked up melons and strawberries on the way back today,’ he says.

‘Yum,’ you say.

Hoseok laughs. ‘I’ll make sure you get fed,’ he promises.

***

You’re pouring out the three varieties of nihonshu you wanted Yoongi and Namjoon to try whilst Yoongi and Hoseok lay out fruit.

Namjoon follows you into the living room, carrying your tray.

‘I thought I’d take a dip in your hot spring tomorrow,’ he says.

‘You’re always welcome,’ you say.

You reach up to brush his hair out of his face, and he dips his head automatically so you can reach.

‘Your ass looks great in that dress, I want to take a bite out of it.’

Hoseok and Yoongi walk into your living room just in time to catch the tail end of Namjoon’s sentence.

‘Damn, Namjoon, you don’t quit, do you?’ says Yoongi.

Namjoon lays the tray down next to the fruit, looking unrepentant.

You, Namjoon and Yoongi are three glasses deep whilst Hoseok nurses his first glass. He seems content to sit back as Namjoon gets more handsy with you, pulling you into his chest, playfully flipping the hem of your skirt.

You catch Yoongi shooting Namjoon an amused glance just before he tilts his head at you.

You find yourself moving towards Yoongi almost before you’re aware of it. Your lips meet his in a kiss.

Yoongi’s lips press against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. He hums, a low rumble in his chest that thrills you. You love the way he sounds.

Yoongi holds out his arms, and you slide into his lap. You’ve spent plenty of time cuddled up with him like this, although to be fair, Namjoon and Hoseok aren’t usually watching.

When you come apart for air, Namjoon’s sitting back, sipping his drink.

He spreads his legs, patting his thigh. ‘Come sit, baby,’ he says.

You turn your head to look at Hoseok.

Hobi’s watching you, and he smiles as your eyes meet his.

‘You look beautiful, my love,’ he says.

You’re walking over to Namjoon. Just before you reach him, his hands come up to hold your hips. He turns you, gently, and a moment later, you feel his lips against the base of your spine, just above the cleft of your ass. He tugs at the waistband of your lacy panties with his teeth.

‘Off,’ he says. He’s muffled, but his meaning is obvious.

You bend over in front of him, sliding your panties off your hips, letting them drop to your ankles.

Namjoon grunts. ‘Christ, what a view.’

He squeezes your ass.

You turn your head to look at him. ‘I want to see you, Namjoon.’

Namjoon’s standing so fast he nearly bumps into you. You hear the clink of his belt, the slide of his trousers off his waist. Like this, standing behind you, he towers over you. He curls a strong arm around you, under your breasts, and grinds himself against your ass.

Yoongi helps you slip your dress off. He seeks your lips again, wrapping his arms around you, kissing along your jaw as Namjoon squeezes your ass.

Namjoon’s fingers slip along your cunt, spreading your wetness, probing along your ass.

‘You feel good,’ Namjoon tells you, ‘so good.’

A moment later his finger enters your ass. Your pussy clenches, and you moan.

‘Fuck. I’ve been dreaming about this,’ Namjoon mutters.

Yoongi’s helping you stand, stroking his hand over the transparent lace of your bra, pinching your nipples.

Namjoon leans over to nibble your ear, finger working inside you.

‘I need to fuck you,’ he says, voice strained. He stills completely, and you realise he’s waiting for the go-ahead, even though it wasn’t phrased like a question.

You look at Hoseok, and what you see floors you.

He’s standing, gaze so intense on yours you feel totally exposed. His hand is curled over his cock, still in his briefs but so hard you can see the clear outline of him against the material.

His voice, when he speaks, is hoarse. ‘Show me, baby,’ he says.

You’ve barely nodded when you feel the slippery slide of lube along your ass.

Namjoon sits. ‘Sit on me, baby,’ he tells you.

Namjoon supports your ass as you lower yourself onto him.

It’s tight, but he feels so good. You moan as he fills you, and Namjoon jerks, fingers tightening on your hips.

Yoongi waits until you’re fully seated on Namjoon before he goes back to playing with your tits. You’re about to start moving, when Namjoon grabs your hip, immobilising you.

‘Stay still,’ he says. ‘Fuck, stay still.’

You can feel his cock throbbing inside you.

Yoongi cups your face. ‘You good, baby?’ he asks.

You look up at him. ‘Yeah.’ You tug at the waist of his briefs. ‘Let me taste you.’

Yoongi’s obliging, pulling down his briefs, tapping his cock against your lips.

You take him in, pressing up with your tongue, loving the hard length of him.

You can feel Namjoon’s hand sliding down the front of you, the heel of his hand pressing against your clit as he slides his fingers into you.

His hips buck, once, and you moan around Yoongi’s cock.

You hear a ‘fuck’ but have no idea who’s said it.

Namjoon’s hips buck again, and you cry out as you cum, clenching helplessly around the tips of his fingers.

Namjoon bites the curve of your neck. ‘This ass,’ he hisses. ‘Damn. You fuck me so good, baby.’

He groans, deep in his chest, as he bucks again and spills inside you. There’s so much cum it pools beneath you.

Yoongi picks up the pace, fucking into your mouth, panting, groaning. He strokes your hair back, fingers tightening in your hair, as he spurts his cum down your throat.

You’re breathless, sandwiched between Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s hard bodies, when Hoseok slides his arms around you.

‘Come on, baby,’ he says. He picks you up and takes you up to your bedroom.

***

As soon as you’re in your bedroom, you tug Hoseok down to you.

‘Love me,’ you murmur to him.

Hoseok’s smiling at you, stroking your hair back from your face fondly.

‘I always will,’ he tells you.

Hoseok lays you down on your bed, his body covering yours.

He kisses down your neck and chest, tongue flicking at your sensitive nipples, still peaked from Yoongi’s touch.

You moan and pull him to you, helping him seat himself between your thighs.

You’re so wet still that the slide is easy, the glide of his hips against yours like coming home.

‘I love you,’ Hoseok murmurs, lips pressed to your ear. He’s been so hard for so long that he feels sensitive, twitching inside your wet walls, overwhelmed with the warmth of you.

‘I love you, Hoseok,’ you tell him, tilting your hips up to his, loving the feel of him.

You slide your fingers to where you’re joined, stroking over your swollen clit.

Hoseok tugs your hand away. ‘Let me,’ he tells you.

Hoseok knows your body so well, knows exactly with you like, that in moments you’re clenching around him, crying out his name.

‘Yeah,’ he utters. ‘You’re so good to me, baby.’

He pulls you tight against him, buries himself in you, and cums.

You think he gets up to clean you off, presses a glass of water to your lips and makes you drink, but you’re floating in and out by that point, in a blissed-out haze with the man you love taking care of you.

***

Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok are in your hot spring when you turn up the next morning.

You stare at their bare chests, attracted but also irritated that your morning swim's been hijacked.

Hoseok smiles at you, cheeky, irresistible. ‘Come in, baby.’

‘No fucking way,’ you say. ‘I know what’s gone on in there.’

Yoongi and Hoseok nod.

Namjoon raises his eyebrows. ‘Wait. What?’

You roll your eyes. ‘I’ll make breakfast.’

You turn and make your way back home.

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