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kooahae · 7 months

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After Last Night: The First Date

So...I got encouraged about starting the ALN drabble series since I kind of hinted at it, and received feedback to do so...you voted and the first date wins!

Summary: It’s official! Jungkook wants to have the perfect first date.

Pairing: best friends to lovers, Jungkook X female reader

Warnings: None really, maybe a few curse words, light choking during a kiss, This is really fluffy and cute. Jungkook is a simp and we love that for OC! Pet names, kissing, just super cute!

Word count:3K -got carried away bc I love them :)

Read part 1 here if you haven't already <3

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It’s been about two weeks since he asked if he could be your boyfriend. He has been busy with work and everything, but he’s still made time for you. He just knows you deserve more than cuddles and sex -not that he hates either of these by any means. Jungkook has been on his A-game the whole time. He's made sure to plan the most perfect date. You haven’t pressured him about one, but he still feels he should treat you like a princess.

He had Jimin call up Yoongi- who is really hard to get ahold of. Partially because he’s revealed he plans on expanding on the restaurant he owns with Jungkook’s older brother. Luckily today, Yoongi had a bit of free time. He even tried Taehyung, but he was busy helping Namjoon set up a new space. Namjoon left the company due to Seojun’s promotion. Hobi was out of town working on some fashion pieces for his upcoming collection. Your brother was way too obvious, and If he had tried his older brother Jin- you really would have known. So yup, that leaves Yoongi.

Jungkook’s currently in the flower shop getting a custom bouquet of both of your birth flowers. He was still stuck on what color paper to get them wrapped in. He swears he didn’t know it would be this difficult. He just wants you to be impressed, he wants you to feel like you made a good choice trusting him with your heart. So today has to be perfect!

“Hi, do you need help?” An elderly woman approaches him at the perfect time. Paying attention to her clothes, Jungkook can tell she works here.

“Uhh…Yeah what color paper should someone get, does stuff like that matter?” He asks her as he looks at all the different ones in front of him

Jungkook has bought flowers before, but he never went to an actual florist for them to make his own bouquet combo. He would just buy someone the ones in a grocery store most of the time.

The older woman chuckles “You’re asking about paper? She must be special, I’d get a neutral-colored paper so it doesn’t take away from the flowers. Plus, you’re gonna put them in a vase. Don’t think too much.”

He nods. She’s right, this is her field of knowledge anyway.

He’s still not satisfied though.

“Mmm, can I double the amount of flowers? This doesn’t seem like enough.” he rubs his palms against his jeans, his bottom lip poking out at the bouquet in front of him. He’s down bad, and there simply aren’t enough flowers to give someone as pretty as you.

“A big bouquet? she’s definitely special! Sure thing. I’m gonna take a guess and say you’re the tiger lily in the situation?” She questions him gathering more flowers.

He runs his hands through his hair and looks down at his shoes. Damn, he really is obvious. It’s not his fault, he just loves you that much. “How did you know?” He questions.

“You have smitten lover boy written all over you. You’re worried about paper. I’ve never seen someone so stuck on that. Most men just let me wrap them in whatever, or choose black.” She continues. “Would you like to add a message?”

He nods and takes the pen and card from her. Writing a simple and sweet message. He pays, thanks her for the help, and makes his way

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His next stop is setting up the rooftop of your favorite childhood hideout. He even asked Jimin and his mom for baby pictures of you both to put into a snow globe. He’s been coming here thirty minutes before work every day to make sure the floor was swept, the area was free of any trash or things that could make you fall. You guys haven’t been here in a while.

He decides to check in with his older brother Jin, to see if he thinks what he’s planned is a good idea.

“Hello?”- thankfully he answered his call.

“Hey hyung, are you busy? Do you have a moment?” Jungkook is desperate for a second opinion.

“Sure. What’s up?”

“I’m really nervous. I know you’re probably tired of me calling you about my girlfriend, but can I tell you what I’ve planned? Can you tell me if I’m being a little paranoid about her not liking it ?” He says while glancing over his work, phone pressed to his ear, scuffing his feet as he walks to have a seat.

“Sure Kook, go ahead. I’m listening. Also not tired of hearing about your girlfriend, yet. At least this is one I actually love, and approve of.” Jin really does love you, you’re like his little sister in a sense. Always at the house to spend time with his baby brother as a kid. He’s fond of you for sure.

“A rooftop dinner, at our childhood hideout”

There’s nothing but silence.

“Uhh…Hyung…why haven’t you said anything? Is It childish?” Jungkook is really nervous. What is taking Jin so long to answer?

“I’m here. You had more than one so I had to think. The one on the roof? That’s cute man! “ Jin’s impressed. That’s a good sign.

“Yes, that one! I made a bunch of her favorite foods, set up a projector for movie night, and got a flower bouquet It’s a mix of our birth flowers, and bean bags for the movie, I also got her a gift but like is that too much?” He’s really questioning it all. Normally Jungkook wouldn’t be so unsure. You’re just his everything. You fill him with a great sense of joy. Getting this right is crucial.

“She’s going to love it.” His brother states on the other end of the phone calming your boyfriend down.

“You’ve known her your whole life, don’t be so scared Kook. You know her better than anyone else and luckily she feels the same way. Be yourself, that’s who she fell for.” Jin tells him.

“You’re right hyung! Thank you for always listening to me. I know I’m a lot.” Jungkook makes sure he expresses his gratitude. He’s thankful for Jin. Truly means it.

“Yes, you are a lot. Now make her the happiest girl on earth.”

“Will do!” Jungkook states before hanging up. He takes one last look around. Everything is finally in place. So he gets up and then heads home to change.

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Once he gets home he takes his phone out to text you. He forgot to check in with you while he was on the rooftop.

-Hey baby, how’s your day going?

Naekkeo🤍🪽: I miss you and I’m hungry!

Yoongi won’t feed me! He’s being weird, can we order dinner?

Jungkook smiles as he reads your message. Yoongi must be getting asked a million questions about food right now. He can already see your frown forming about the lack of nutrients in your body. In your defense, Yoongi does own a restaurant with Jungkook’s older brother Jin. Being food-deprived by him is weird. He decides to play it cool when he responds, but he’s also honest.

- I can’t wait to hear about your day in person. As far as dinner, of course. See you when you get here!

Jungkook hurries and changes into something comfortable. He knows sweatpants and a hoodie seem crazy for a rooftop dinner and movie. It’s one of his more expensive ones though and he also knows you’re gonna want to cuddle while watching a movie, and that rooftops get a little chilly. He should be himself like Jin said.

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He finally hears the door open and smiles at the sound of you walking in. He knows you’re doing your usual entrance routine with Bam. Teaching Bam to give you high fives was the coolest thing when he was a puppy. It’s cute that you still make sure he’s included when you walk in. It’s really nice to have you back home too.

You finally walk into the room and see your boyfriend smiling at you as he sits on the bed, you climb onto his lap and kiss him.

“Missed you so so much!” you’ve been waiting all day to see him. The excitement in your voice is evident.

“I missed you too baby.” He says and then he watches you sit your head back up, noticing your brows are now furrowed in.

“Wait, why are you dressed and not in home clothing? What’s the reason for this shirt blocking my view?” You ask him, tilting your head. You try and lift his shirt but he swats your hand away, cracking up in the process.

“You can see me shirtless later! You’re about to change into something too. My hoodie is over there. You can keep your jeans on, but I recommend wearing sneakers.”

You tilt your head some more and Jungkook kisses the middle of your forehead.

“Always worrying. I’m taking you to dinner. Go change.” He pats you lightly on the butt.

You smile and get up. Dinner out of the house sounds like fun. You wouldn’t care if it was fast food. You genuinely love spending time with him. Always have.

You throw on his hoodie and your sneakers since he recommended it. He holds his hand out for you to take, and you both head to his car. Once you’re both inside Jungkook starts searching for something.

“Ah almost forgot. Blindfold time.” He says flashing a smile, his nose scrunching a little.

“If you’re trying to kill me for taking so long to be your girlfriend, Jimin will find you.” You joke and he laughs.

“No one is dying here. If you’re gone, then I can’t be your boyfriend. That would suck.” He assures you but then continues. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t take you on a proper date, hmm?”

That makes you smile, per usual. You really weren’t expecting a date today. You would have prepared more, but you trust him. He would tell you if you looked crazy leaving the house for sure. Plus, you’re kind of already done up from hanging out with Yoongi.

“Anything you do is great. You would be a mediocre boyfriend though.” You say while pointing at him agreeing. You’re so cute.

“And I don’t want that. I want to be the world’s best boyfriend. Come here.” He responds

You let him slide the blindfold over you, stealing a kiss before he can adjust the tightness to make sure you can’t peak.

“You barely hesitated to let me put that on you. You probably like that, don’t you?”He’s laughing. Something you’ll never get tired of hearing. You pick up on his little comment though.

You reach to feel for his arm since you can’t see, and once you do find it, you slap him playfully.

“You’re always being kinky!” You say and he laughs some more.

“You literally tried to strip me of my clothes a few minutes ago on the bed.” Fair point.

“I just wanted a peak!” You can’t even see him but it’s making your heart flutter. Putting one hand on your thigh as he puts the car in gear.

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“Okay, I’m gonna open your door, and crouch down to get on my back, okay baby?”

“You keep calling me baby, only future husbands can do that .” You say as you follow his instructions crouching down.

“That’s not a problem for me at all. Been waiting my whole life for a chance. We can get married.” He is serious, whether you believe him or not. He doesn’t mean now of course but eventually, he’d love it.

If Jungkook knows how to do anything- he knows how to make your cheeks red and have you smile like an idiot. You wish you could see his face right now. He probably has a smile as big as yours on his own.

Once you’re on his back he starts walking and you recognize the movement of him going up some steps. You smile to yourself. He really could have told you to walk but he’s carrying you up flights of stairs, on his back. How can he be so manly but so cute all the time?

“Okay, we are here. I’m gonna sit you down now.” He crouches down and lets you off. You’re safely in the middle.

“I wanna see!” You say. The amount of enthusiasm you have makes Jungkook’s heart skip. Seriously, Why are you so cute? He’ll have to remember to thank your mom another time for making you.

He hurries and walks to the table he set up to get the flower bouquet and then he walks to you. Undoing your blindfold and smiling.

“It’s officially our first date, I wanted to surprise you.” He sing-songs looking at you with the biggest smile on his face. Stretching his arms out to hand you a bouquet. It’s beautiful, just like him. The message with them makes you feel warm inside.

’Thank you for choosing me,

I am so happy that it’s finally us!

HAPPY FIRST DATE TO MY GIRLFRIEND (never gonna get tired of calling you that)

- Koo <3 ’

As you look around, you feel your eyes get teary and then you smile and look at him.

“Jungkook! This is so nice!!” You say and reach for his face, kissing him softly on the lips.

“ I just want you to know I feel really lucky to be your boyfriend.” He holds you close to his chest

“Kook, you really did all this for me?” You say peeking up at him. Jungkook looks down at you. Your pretty eyes glancing back at his. You’re always going to be his type.

He smiles and nods his head proudly. “Well yeah… because I love you.” He says matter of factly.

You return his smile. “I love you. I feel really lucky to be your girlfriend.”

“It’s me who should be thanking you for always sticking by my side. You have no idea how horrible things feel when you aren’t there with me. You deserve all of this and more.” He says kissing your forehead.

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You’re now situated on the bean bags while the projector plays movies. Sitting in his lap-Just like he knew you would be.

“Do you remember when we found this place? ” He asks you as he holds you, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss it.

“Yeah, I remember someone dragging me up a weird staircase at ten years old..” You giggle and poke his chest while looking up at him.

“In my defense, we used to love a good adventure. It wasn’t anything too dangerous. We always stood in the middle. We always take the staircase that leads up here and not the ladder, it��s been a foolproof plan for a while.” He points out and brushes your hair out of your face. You guys have been reminiscing all night. The food was excellent, so now you’re paying minimal attention to the movie. He kisses your cheek and then he just stops. He’s staring at you…

“What?”

“You’re just really fucking cute.” He says as he leans to kiss you passionately. Jungkook continues “And I’m glad you liked my idea, I spent all day trying to impress you. This just worked out way better than I expected.” He holds you tightly and then remembers something…

He didn’t even show you the snow globe he got to commemorate the occasion. He was too busy making sure you were eating. He will never forget your face when he got you the first one, he also broke that one but…it was an accident. He swears! He just finds it cute how happy you get every time he gives you one.

You part your mouth interrupting his thoughts. “I’ve been impressed by you my whole life, you have officially ruined me for any other guy. I was impressed back then, I’m impressed now.” You make sure he understands, as your fingers play with the zipper on his jacket.

“Thank you, I’m glad that you love me just as much as I love you.” He says again smiling. He’s been doing that a lot lately. So have you. You’re with the right person and it couldn’t feel any better.

“You have a present on the table and I forgot to give it to you.” He’s looking at you. Dimples on display, eyebrows raised and another cute little grin is plastered across his face.

Your head shoots up, so he stands up leading you to the table. Then hands you the box to unwrap the snow globe. A childhood picture of you and a young Jungkook in matching panda onesies from his 4th birthday. You’ve been asking for this photo for years and he always told you no because it was his favorite.

“Koo! Oh my god! You really are gonna let me have this?”

He nods yeah one more time. He watches you shake the snow globe and skip around out of happiness. He’s happy just watching you enjoy it. Your joy shines through in this moment. He loves it. He loves you.

“If four-year-old me knew the girl who spilled banana milk on my panda pajamas would be the love of my life. He might’ve smiled more in this picture, instead of sticking his tongue out at you.” He says wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“Interesting, you put your tongue into my mouth nowadays.” You’re so unserious, What is he gonna do with you?

“Now who’s the kinky one? Come here.” He says as he wraps his hand around your neck tilting your head upward lightly choking you as he swallows your moans into the kiss pushing his tongue into your mouth.

“Proving me right?” You say raising one eyebrow and he nods his head yeah while grinning. Then pecks you one more time on your lips and kisses the tip of your nose.

“One more gift.” He says. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Jewelry box for tonight’s final touch - a necklace with his initials on it. He carefully places it around your neck.

“There.” He says kissing the crook of your neck.

You reach and touch the JK that now sits perfectly on your chest. Jungkook Is the man of your dreams. No question about it.

“I love this! I’m never taking it off!” You say spinning in his arms to face him and shower him in kisses

“I got a necklace!” You start kissing his right cheek

“And it’s got my favorite person on it!” Now you’re kissing his other cheek.

“I’m never gonna..” You say kissing him with all your being.

“Take it off.” He says finishing the phrase for you and smiling at you. You’re both giggling and just smiling at each other as he sways you back and forth in his arms. The fondness between the both of you is obvious.

You both just stare into each other’s eyes for a while until you break the silence.

“Wanna go home?” You ask him.

He pecks your lips one more time spinning you in his arms. Your back is now to his chest. So, he slides his hand over your heart, sits his chin on your shoulder, and whispers into your ear.

“I’m already there.”

Best. First. Date. Ever.

Taglist: @diorh0seokie @taesungx @kimber-kook @jennafromhome @joyfulwobblerhoagieegg

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wildestdreamsblog · 3 months

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Most to Least In Denial Member from my Mafia World

All bcos I couldn’t sleep.

1. Taehyung

Man’s clinically diagnosed psychopath. He’s very much aware that something’s not right with him and he doesn’t care. So of course he thought that he couldn’t feel anything. And of course he couldn’t understand why he’s feeling that way for her. And of course, he’ll stalk her and annoy her to figure out what is it with her that makes him feel emotions.

2. Seokjin

Eh. The most chaotic and in denial man after Tae Tae. Man is so confused and quite frankly, disgusted by his feelings. But did that stop him from buying a house for them to grow old one night when he was drunk??? Nope.

3. Yoongi

The leader aka the bloodthirsty fool. Man’s really not in denial, he was just ehem…slow to realize his feelings. And of course, you guys knew that it was already too late the moment he realized. He was already in too deep. And nope. He’ll never even try to help himself 😮‍💨

4. Namjoon

This man is too focused on his career that he really didn’t take his sweet time to understand his feelings. Mostly, he’s just happy everytime she’s near. He only really acknowledges his love for her when she becomes pregnant 🤓

5. Jimin

Ah, girl, the moment she defended him was the moment he accepted that she was going to be someone to him. He is aware that the bestfriend thingy he has going on with her would one day bite him in the ass.

6. Jungkook

Man is smitten. Everyone knows. He even announces it in his company website 🤷🏻‍♀️

7. Hobi

Man’s obsessed.

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cumsuga · 2 months

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Grey Areas Pt 2

taehyung x fem!reader

genre. smut, fluff, angst, romance, non-idol!au, twin!taehyung, BIL!taehyung, widowedmother!reader

Your husband is dead, now you're trying to avoid the man that looks exactly like him. The only problem with that is trauma bonds people, sometimes in more ways than one

warnings: death of a spouse, sleeping with your brother-in-law, grief, unprotected sex (Be safe and be smart; please use condoms), mentions of part infidelity, smoking, light drinking, taehyung is definitely in love with his sister-in-law aka reader, you're a mama (lots of drama), yall be fuckin', anal(?), Taehyung likes fat asses.

word count: 5k

18+ (Minors DNI)

A/n: First and foremost, thank you, @hbkdrecs, for testing/proofreading! I don't know if I'll make this a series or just leave it a mini. Anyway, thank you, everyone,for all the support! Please support your local fic writer by liking and reblogging! Y'all are the best!

Taglist!: @ohsweetmimosa

“You know you fucked up, right?” Jimin asks. Taehyung had spent the two weeks with you as he told you he would. Every night was spent in each other's arms, him in between your thighs or you on your knees. You couldn’t understand what it was about Taehyung, but you couldn’t keep your hands off him. Part of you thought it was because he looked like his brother, but the other part thought he was nothing like Sujin. Taehyung was the complete opposite of him, making you want him even more.

“Jimin, you told me you wouldn’t judge me.” you rub the bridge of your nose. Jimin, your best friend since birth, was known to be a judgy bitch, but right now, you need less judgment and more advice.

“Listen, I’m never one to judge, but bitch.. He’s your dead husband's IDENTICAL twin brother… Right now is the best time to judge. Hell, this is like the plot of an awful lifetime movie. Except Taehyung didn’t trick you into thinking he was Sujin.” he takes a sip of his tea, smiling.

“I’m going to hell, aren’t I?” you gnaw on your thumb. You’re too far gone with Taehyung to go back now. You think you may even love him. He makes you feel safe. He'd choose you if he had to choose between you or his family. It was a naive way to think, but you didn’t care. Why should you? Sujin cheated on you for the majority of your pregnancy, and though you’re not one for revenge, it sure tastes good cold.

“Oh baby, straight to hell, but that's okay. You can explain to Sujin when you see him there.” he chuckles, scooting a mug over to you.

“Jimin. That's not funny. I was with Su for most of my life, and we were married. It’s too early to joke about it! You’re literally being the worst best friend ever.” You groan, and you wish he would be serious. “This is like life or death, serious.”

“My love, you’ve crossed a line from which you can no longer return. There is no advice I could possibly give you that would make you feel better. You're smitten. I knew you were when you called and told me you had to tell me something.”

You sign because, though you’ll never tell him, he’s right. You crossed a line, but you never said you wanted to return. You were fine with knowing you fucked your dead husband’s brother. You could live with it because Sujin would never find out. The only problem was that you didn’t know if you could stop.

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“Bro.. that's fucked.” Jungkook looks horrified.

“Listen, I’ve been in love with her since I was 10. I know it’s wrong, but she means everything to me. I just want to take care of her.” Taehyung shrugs Jungkook off. He feels remorse about it, but he won’t lose sleep over it.

“But that’s your brother's wife. Morally, it’s wrong. Jungkook is justifiably horrified.” Namjoon chimes,

“Namjoon, you slept with Jungkook’s sister. I don’t wanna hear SHIT from you.” he’s starting to regret telling his friends about his indiscretion. Jungkook looks bewildered by the revelation, but everyone decides it’s best not to open that particular can of worms.

“I support you.” Yoongi walks into the garage. “Namjoon sent me a voice note of the details. I don’t think what you did was wrong. From what you told us about her before, you called dibs, and Su disregarded bro code. Fuck’em.”

“Hey, that’s still my brother. Chill.” he mean mugs Yoongi.

“Man, we’re a little past the respect thing for Su. I’ll always have love for him, but if we're being honest, he was a shitty guy. Lest we forget the 2016 incident? He’s been doing this shit to that girl for years, we all knew, and we said nothing. We’re all just as bad as him. Namjoon, you witnessed the 2016 incident. Jungkook, you knew it was gonna happen, and Tae Su told you everything. So let’s not all act like we’re all holier than thou.” Yoongi lights a cigarette and takes a long drag.

Everyone is quiet, reflecting on how they’ve all wronged you. Taehyung felt the worst about it all because he knew Sujin had cheated before, but you guys were kids when it happened, and he didn’t think Su would do it again. Taehyung made Sujin swear he wouldn’t, or he’d tell you everything.

“Yoongi’s right…” Jungkook and Namjoon say in unison.

“I know... I know.” He sighs, “What should I do? All I want to do is be with her.”

“So do it. At this point, Tae, you have nothing to lose. If your family disagrees, fuck them. You’ve secretly loved the girl for years. I’m sure Sujin would forgive you. Hell, you forgave him. Now is the time to act.” Taehyung nods, “One more thing... Are you ever gonna tell her it was you?”

Taehyung calls you while you’re returning from picking up groceries. He tells you he wants to talk, and you’re happy because you also want to talk. You miss him, as crazy as it sounds. You want nothing more than to be in his presence.

When you pull up, he’s outside again waiting for you. When he sees you, he immediately goes to help you with Azra. Giving you a quick peck before he rounds the car to you. “Hi, princess.” He gets him out of the car and grabs his diaper bag. Your heart melts seeing him and Azra together, and you feel so fucking guilty. Jimin's words are starting to affect you more than you thought they would.

“DADDY!” Azra screams when he sees Taehyung, squishing Taehyung’s cheeks together. Naturally, you go to correct him, but Taehyung is visibly uncomfortable with it and quickly corrects him.

“No baby, I’m Uncle Taetae. Daddy… Daddy is with Grandpa in the sky.” He points to the sky, and Azra looks up and repeats the word sky. Taehyung pecks his head and walks into the house with you.

He sets Azra in his play place when he gets in and helps you with whatever you are carrying. “Go rest, I’ll grab the rest.” but you pull him back to you.

“Wait. I missed you. C’mere,” You pull him into a kiss. It’s soft and sweet. He smiles into the kiss. He finds it strange how natural everything feels, and he finds it even stranger that he doesn’t feel guilty about what you two are doing.

He gently pulls you away, “My love, I’ll be right back. I’m just gonna go get the groceries. I’m not going anywhere.” He pecks you once more before heading out the door.

You sit with Azra and play with him while Taehyung brings in all the groceries, and you wish Sujin was like this. Sujin helped but never made it a point to do it all himself. The more you compare the two, the more resentful you grow of Su. You want to hate yourself for it desperately, but you can’t.

Taehyung calls out to you from the kitchen, “Babe, did you mean to buy baby food?” you can hear him rummaging through the cabinets and putting stuff away.

“Yeah, I thought we were out. Why?” you say as Azra tries to climb in your lap.

“Because you bought more baby food and have a whole bunch.” You plop him on top of you. He begins playing with your fingers lazily while watching Baby Shark.

“Oh, well, now I won’t have to go get more in two weeks.” everything feels so domestic. It scares you a bit. “Hey, you said you wanted to talk. What about?” You stand up with Azra and walk towards the kitchen.

“About… us.” He stops what he’s doing and looks over at you. He gives you a look that worries you just a bit. Sujin would look at you like that right before starting an argument.

“What about us?” You ask as Azra reaches out for Taehyung, and Taehyung happily takes him.

“Azzy, no fingers in your mouth.” You move to take his thumb out of his mouth, and Azra buries his head into Tae’s chest.

“Daddy..” he pouts into him, and at this point, Taehyung is too tired to keep correcting Azra.

“That’s not Daddy, Azra.” you try to take him back from Tae, but he starts to cry and cling to him.

“Daddy! Az say no!” Azra cries out.

Taehyung sighs, “Has he napped today?”

You shake your head no, “Just leave him. He’s cranky because someone needs a nap. Azzy want to take a nap with… papa?” Azra nods his head, and they leave to go to the bedroom so Taehyung can put him down for a nap. Fifteen minutes later, Taehyung emerges from the bedroom and joins you on the couch.

“I’ve never seen him so cranky.” he tried to pull you closer to him, but he could tell you were upset. “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t ever do that again.” you push away from him. “You’re not his dad, don’t do that. I don’t like that.”

He pulls you into his lap, “Listen, I know I’m not his dad. But he was cranky, and I was just trying to remedy the situation. I’m sorry, baby.” you pout at him, and he kisses it away. You’re both silent for a while, watching the TV.

“Do you think we’re bad people?” you question out of nowhere, turning to face him.

“What do you mean?” he’s still looking at the TV but rubbing your knee lazily.

“Tae, look at me.” he looks towards you, so you question again, “Do you think we’re bad people?”

“I mean, kinda. We are bad people because of our previous relationship, but at the same time, I don't think we're bad people for finding solace in each other. I’ve loved you for a very long time, Y/N. I’m not faulting myself for finally expressing that; I don’t care if my family is upset about it. We’re happy. Shouldn’t that mean the most?” his eyes feel like they're burrowing into your soul.

“What do you mean you’ve loved me for a very long time?” The revelation takes you aback, but he’s silent. His cheeks are flushed, and he can’t believe he just told on himself.

“I–I’m. Uhh..” he doesn’t know what to say. He’s scared of your thoughts when he tells you the truth. But he takes a deep breath and lets it go. “You remember when we were all kids? Do you remember when Sujin confessed to you? Well… that wasn’t Su… It was me. And even though you were with Sujin, I never got over you… That’s why I stopped coming around as much when you and Su got married, even less when you got pregnant, and all together when Azra was born. Because I didn’t want to accept that you chose Su, I couldn’t take the fact that my brother knew how I felt about you and still decided to be with you. Sujin wasn’t as amazing a person as everyone thought. He was and still is an asshole. I know I should be upset that he’s dead, but I can’t be. My brother was a terrible person to me. Now I’m just happy I finally get to be with the only woman I’ve ever loved.”

You’re shocked. It felt like a million volts to your system. You never thought in a million years that Taehyung was the boy who confessed to you. He was always so quiet and reserved. Even in middle school and high school, he was never into dating, but now it all makes sense. He never really dated because he wanted to be with you.

“Well… Well, what about Naomi? You two were together for five years. You can’t tell me you didn’t love her. You had to have if you were together so long.” You need him to tell you he’s lying. He has to be because it feels like Sujin used you to get under Taehyung’s skin right now.

“I mean sure… I thought I loved her and wished God that I could have given her what she wanted from me. But It wasn’t fair to keep stringing her along. If I could take it back and not hurt her the way I did, I would in a heartbeat. No one deserves that, and I hate that I did that to someone. To this day, I send her little things to apologize. All of them returned, but I feel a little better knowing I’m trying to right my wrongs to her.” he’s looking at his hands, ashamed of his past actions.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” you take his hands in yours, just a little sign to show him you’re not closing him out. He felt so much relief knowing you weren’t scared of his secret.

“What was I supposed to say, Y/N? ‘Hey, I’m actually the guy that confessed to you, and I think you should be with me and not the man you had a baby with?’ You would’ve looked at me like I had six heads, baby. I know you.” he sighs.

“I wouldn’t have… Honestly, the more we’re together, the more I wonder what life would have been like if we had been together since childhood,” you say honestly, and you feel like a weight has lifted from you. Even though Sujin’s only been gone a month, you’re entirely ready to let him go. You’re tired of keeping this relationship a secret and don’t care what others say about it. Sujin wasn’t a good husband to you, and you were tired of pretending he was.

Taehyung smiles at you, “Honestly, me too.” he kisses you softly.

“What are we going to tell Azra when he gets older?” This was your primary worry. You didn’t want your son to get bullied because kids are ruthless.

“Don’t beat me up when I say this, but maybe we should raise him as mine? I mean.. Genetically he is. I will have to get used to him calling me dad, but I’m with it if you are?”

Taehyung sees your shift in mood, but he knows that you know he’s right. “I’ll have to think about that, Taehyung... You’re right, but I’m still a little apprehensive about it.” you’re chewing on your thumb again, but Taehyung pulls it from your mouth to kiss you.

“No fingers in your mouth but mine,” he says as he moves to kiss your neck, and you push him away, giggling.

“Ew, don’t ever say stuff like that to me. Weirdo.” You stand up from the couch, and he smacks your ass as you walk past him.

“Where you going?” He asks as you disappear into the back of the house. You wanted to make sure Azra was asleep.

“I'm just checking on the baby.” You walk back into the living room, sitting in Tae’s lap.

“God, my brother didn’t deserve you. You’re such a great woman. I don’t care what anyone says.” You two are trying to make out, but something constantly interrupts you. This time, it’s your phone, and it’s your mother-in-law. She sounds pissed but keeps everything very short.

“Your mom is on her way here. She sounds mad. I think you should leave..” You’re panicking. She alluded to knowing about you and Taehyung. “I think she knows.”

“So what? You said you wanted to be with me. Why does it matter if she knows or not?” You’re pacing the living room. How could she have found out? You didn’t tell anyone outside of Jimin. You didn’t go anywhere together. There's no way... “Taehyung, please. I don’t think this is going to end well for you… for us..”

“No. I’m not leaving. I love you, and I want to be with you. I don’t care what she thinks.” He stands firm on it, not even budging off the couch. You didn’t want to do this, especially in front of your son. But before you could even process it, there was a knock at your door.

“Taehyung, please! Hide or something. Azra,” you’re whisper yelling at this point, and the knock is getting louder. But she barges in like God was punishing you for being in love. You had forgotten you had given her a key when you and Su bought the house. She sees Taehyung sitting there and immediately starts with the bullshit you were trying to avoid.

“So, it’s true?” she sneers, “Ms. Killian called and told me you haven’t left since the funeral. She told me that she had seen you two kissing in the driveway. So is that what you do? Like a whore? Your husband, my son, dies, and you move on to his brother? And you flaunt it in public. You must be a whore. Is that baby even Sujin’s, or is it Taehyung’s or some other man's?”

You stand there quietly. Too terrified to speak, you thought you were ready for everyone to know about you and him, but fuck were you wrong. This is your worst nightmare. “Speak, whore!” she screams at you.

“Please..” you say meekly, “The baby.”

“Oh, so now you care about my grandson? You didn’t care when you were fucking his uncle. You didn’t care when you were flaunting it to the whole fucking neighborhood!”

You look at Taehyung, and he immediately steps in front of you, “Don’t talk to her like that. You know nothing but what you were told by some senile old lady that doesn’t ever know how to mind her own fucking business.”

She smacks him, scoffing, “Don’t you ever insult my intelligence, you little shit. You were always like this, so jealous of your brother. Always wanting what he had. You never amounted to half of what your brother was.”

“My brother was a lying, cheating piece of trash. I spoke to Natalie. She told me you gave her Su’s number and encouraged her to contact him because his current girlfriend wasn’t as hard-working and was freeloading off your son. You were complicit in his cheating on his pregnant wife. Don’t act so fucking high and mighty, mother. You’re the exact same as Su, and that’s why my father left you.”

You stand there stunned. You don’t want to believe Taehyung, but what would he gain from lying about it? She says nothing and looks away from the both of you. That confirms all you need to know. She knew about it.

“I did nothing of the sort.” she scoffs again, “You’re the one lying up in his house with his wife. You both are scum. My son deserved better than a whore for a wife and a worthless piece of trash like you for a brother.”

“Oh please, you miserable insufferable cunt. You only cared about Su because he did whatever you told him to do. You’re upset because you no longer have someone to control. It fucking kills you to see me happy. But you know what? I couldn’t give less of a fuck. I love her, and she loves me. Go fuck yourself.”

“I think you need to leave.” You hear Azra crying in the distance. “Actually, get the fuck out of my house.” you’re seething. If you knew you wouldn’t go to jail for beating her ass, you do it in a heartbeat.

She doesn’t budge, and she is stubborn, just like Su. “I SAID GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY HOUSE, YOU EVIL BITCH!”

“When I tell the family, you will have nothing. You will be alone, just like you always were.” Taehyung just shakes his head in disdain, “Just you wait, and as for you, you little slut. If I ever see your face again, I’ll slap that fucking look off of it.”

“I dare you to. Now get out.” You say, pushing her out the door and rushing to Azra.

“Sh, sh, sh, it’s okay. Momma’s here, my sweet boy. No more tears.”

You're rocking Azra when Taehyung joins you in the room. “I’m sorry, this was never my intention.” He takes Azra from you and sits you in the rocking chair.

“Just sit here and calm down. I’ll get him to stop crying.” He says, walking out of the room and into the kitchen.

When he leaves, you burst into tears; a million thoughts run through your head. What are your parents going to say? What if she tells Azra’s daycare? What will they do? What about Azra and his relationship with them? You knew it was life-ruining and thought you were ready to face it, but you weren’t. You’re scared, and you feel alone in the feeling.

Taehyung joins you with a sleeping Azra back in the room. He sets him gently in the crib and kneels in front of you. “Hey, hey. No more tears, remember? Everything is going to be okay. I will make sure of that. Please don’t cry, sweetheart.” he takes your hands, kissing them softly.

You want to be mad, you want to keep crying, but he just had this effect on you. He made you feel so safe, so secure. You knew he would shield you from the fallout because that’s just what Taehyung does. He’s a nurturer, and you loved that dearly about him.

“I need to tell you one more thing…” he says before telling you about the 2016 incident. He told you about all the girls Sujin cheated on you with before he asked you to marry him. He told you that Sujin said it was to get it out of his system before he was chained down forever. He told you that he kept it from you to protect you and that he should’ve told you when it happened to save you from all the pain you’re going through. He apologized for hurting you and swore never to keep a secret from you again.

“I need you to trust me. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything in my life. I swear on my life, you mean everything to me, and I’ll never lie to you again, " he says before kissing you passionately. “I love you, Y/N. Please believe me.”

“I never said I didn’t, Dummy. I just wish you would’ve told me before I married that prick.” You say, wiping your nose on your sweater and laughing. He laughs softly with you. “How’d you get him to sleep so quickly?”

“Oh, I told him that if he went back to bed, I’d buy him ice cream after his nap. And I swear he was out like a light. It was pretty weird.” he chuckles.

You cup Taehyung’s cheek, rubbing it softly, “I wish it were you.” you peck him.

“Hey, better late than never at all, am I right?” he gets big-headed, so you push him down, but he pulls you with him. He is kissing you again, this time a little rougher than before.

“Not here. Let’s go to the room.” you stand up, extending your hand to him. “Come cuddle with me.”

He gets up, pulling you close to whisper in your ear, “Oh baby girl, we're gonna do more than cuddle. I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.” Your cheeks are bright red when he pulls you away.

“Don’t say stuff like that.” you shy away from him, but that only eggs him on more.

“Don’t get all coy on me now. You like it when I talk to you like that.” He picks you up and walks you to your bedroom. He tosses you on the bed.

“You’re all I need, all I want.” He climbs on top of you, pushing your sweater up splaying his hand across your tummy. “I mean fucking look at you… You’re literally my own personal wet dream.”

He takes his bottom lip between his teeth while he works on getting your jeans off. You’re squirming at his touch. You were never like this with Sujin, but he never cared to take his time with you. He would never even eat you out. The first time you ever got head, it was from Taehyung. And it was the best thing you ever experienced. He told you he loved eating pussy, and said it made him feel like a man to make his woman feel good before him.

“Off with these, I wanna taste you. You looked so sexy putting my mom in her place.” He kisses his way down your tummy and you instinctively try to close your legs. Always so shy to him seeing you so on display.

“Taehyung..” you keen when he plants a light kiss on the space above your clit, he loved toying with you. He liked seeing you so needy for him. “No games.. Eat it.”

He pops his head up to look at you, ‘Someone is eager, but I think..” he spits directly on your clit and you swear it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, making you clench around nothing.

“I think-fuck- I think, I’ll play with it a little.” he pushes his fingers to your clit, before rubbing his spit around. “I mean, listening to how you sound. One could cum from the sound alone, if I do say so myself. It’s so fucking lewd.”

You moan something that sounds like his name softly, “I’m gonna make you cum just off my fingers before I eat it. I wanna play with your pussy, princess. You like that? Tell me you like it, please… fuck.” he pushes two fingers into you.

“Love it...” you buck your hips into his hand, grabbing his wrist so you could fuck yourself on his finger. Taehyung is just staring at you in awe, I mean sure he’s fingered you before but he’s never seen you like this. “Love it when you play with my pussy, daddy..”

“Fuuuck…” he can’t believe his eyes, his dream girl getting herself off on his fingers. This is everything he hoped for and more. “You’re so fucking nasty.”

“Only for you, wanna be yours. Tell me I’m yours, please baby…please, spit on it again” you beg. And he happily obliges you, he wants nothing more than to get you off quickly so he can go to town on you.

He can feel you starting to squeeze his fingers so he moves his fingers quickly, curling them to rub your G-spot. “You’re mine, my good girl. Fuck, look at you cumming all over my fingers. So fucking hot.”

You come undone beneath him, moaning the most sinful music to his ears, “I’ll eat you out tomorrow.” he pulls you down to the edge of the bed, flipping you on your stomach, and ridding himself of his clothes.

“I love pretty things,” he smacks your ass hard, causing you to yelp, before getting you into position. He rubs his tip into your wetness before tapping his dick against your clit.

“Lemme put it in your butt.” he prods your hole and you look back at him like he’s crazy. “Taehyung don’t even play with me like that. That’s something that needs preparation.”

He chuckles, “I’m kidding-fuck” he pushes into you,” fuck.. I’m kidding.”

Your head drops into the bed, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Taehyung was big, like you knew lanky men were usually big, but fuck that stretch made you see stars every time.

“Big..” is all you could get out before he starts thrusting into you. He smacks your ass again.

“But you can take it all, can't you.” you nod biting your lip. You feel like you’re on ecstasy every time you two have sex, he hits all the right spots. “Yeah I know you can because you’re my good little cockslut.” he smacks again before gripping your cheeks fucking you back into him.

“All this ass, and you expect me to not want to fuck it? You’re crazy, princess. Your pussy is literally like heroine, I’m fucking hooked.” he thrusts harder into you.

“Yeah! Just like that, fuck me Taehyung… Please fuck me!” you're a mess at this point, he’s completely ruined you.

And just like you asked, he gave you exactly what you were asking for, fucking into you like he was gonna die if he didn’t make you cum again. He enjoyed knowing he made you feel so good, he thrived on it. “Gonna cum…”

“In me.. C-cum in me.” you stutter out, “oh fuck. Oh fuck!”

You cum around him, squeezing him like a vice grip, and he follows suit. You can feel him filling you up, it almost makes you cum again. You loved the warmth of it, but you loved him fucking it out of you even more. Reveled in the feeling of it running down your pussy and thighs.

When he was done, he collapsed next to you on the bed. Trying but failing to catch his breath. “Can we do it like that again later? That was sexy.” you hum in compliance, the feeling of sleep creeping its way through your veins. And like the gentleman he is, he gets up to get something to clean you up with.

He returns with a cloth, the coolness stinging your heated skin, but he’s gentle when he reaches your vulva, making sure not to rub your clit too hard but just enough to rid you of the cum that is now starting to dry. “Sorry, I’m trying to be gentle.” he squeaks out.

“I love you,” you say sleepily as he gets you into some pajama shorts. “So much.”

“I love you too, baby girl.” he kisses your temple before leaving for the bathroom. Before you fall asleep, you hear the shower run. You smile in contentment. You could get used to having Taehyung around. You know now for sure that you won’t mind all the stares and gossip as long as he's by your side. You could make it through the day knowing you get to come home to a man who really loved you. So what? You found genuine happiness in your husband's brother; stranger things have happened. This was your grey area. This was the way life was meant to be, how it was supposed to be. You’re ready to move on as long as it’s with him.

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hamsterclaw · 7 months

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Fic Library: Jungkook (Part 2)

I realised whilst compiling this library just how many Jungkook stories I've read and recced. It's probably because Jungkook stories are far and away the most prolific on my feed and also probably because the maknae looks and acts like he does. I hope you enjoy these, don't forget to show these writers some love.

A blight on the heart by @thatlongspringnight features Jungkook x f!reader set in a historical AU. Jungkook is stoic but petty, absurdly jealous and so so devoted, and reader is soft but strong. Sweet, smutty and beautifully written.

Cream and sugar by @gukslut has a fantastically written asshole barista Jungkook who reader meets again after a one-night stand. The banter is strong, Jungkook is irresistible and Yoongi also features. It's perfect.

Babydoll by @gimmethatagustd has a heartless fuckboy Jungkook who is equal parts infuriating and irresistible.

Lather, rinse, repeat by @btsrunmylife features Jungkook and noona! reader where Jungkook is in full bratty little shit mode and smutty shower shenanigans ensure.

Up all night by @moni-logues is a neighbours to lovers/?fuckers story with an unhinged, ridiculously confident menace of a next-door neighbour Jungkook and a hilarious ending.

Cursed hours by @whatifyoulivelikethat features boyfriend Jungkook being his perfect pouty, horny, sexy self and results in you both getting what you want.

Better than me? by @7deadlysinsfics involves fuckbuddies reader and Jungkook and takes a hilarious turn when Jungkook's competitive side is activated.

What if I love you too much? by @taleasnewastime features single mum reader and sweet, caring neighbour Jungkook. Slowburn perfection.

Make it feel like Christmas by @yoongiphoria is a holiday story with best friends Jungkook and reader left stranded because of the snow. This couple is so sharp and witty and so so endearing, and there is a perfect description of Taehyung.

Photograph you in this light by @yoongiphoria is a bittersweet and lovely drabble that captures the sadness of impermanence perfectly.

How to make him cum 101 by @mimithings97 is set in a college AU and features a very sweet Jungkook. I love the writing style - casual and like it's spoken, and the smut is hot.

Pink carnations by @fizzydrink698 has a tattoo artist reader and a sweet smitten florist Jungkook.

Shades of red by @thatlongspringnight features whiny vampire Jungkook and a soft-bodied reader and is sexy, smutty goodness.

Idol hands by @bonvoyagenoona is a gorgeous story by one of my favourite writers featuring Jungkook in a love triangle with Namjoon and you. Heartfelt and lovely.

Ruin the friendship by @kpopfanfictrash is a best friends to lovers AU with a sweet fuckboy lite Jungkook that's fun and sexy.

Where do broken hearts go by @back2bluesidex is a series in progress with exes Jungkook and reader that I'm super intrigued by, and so endeared by reader and single dad Hoseok.

#fic rec library: jungkook #fic recs list: jungkook #fic recs: jungkook

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bluemari23 · 1 month

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I really love your scenarios!

Can write one where the reader is short/petite (4ft 6in). She needs help getting things off of high shelves, her hands are smaller than Jimin's, Jungkook loves picking her up etc?

Thanks!❤

omg this is such a cute idea! thank you for sending this in! :)

bf!namjoon who is huge and clumsy and who would be so careful with you. not want to do anything to hurt you because you're so much smaller than he is. but you figure it out and tell him how much you love being manhandled by him so he starts to not hold back anymore.

bf!jin would love teasing you about your height but would also love how small you are against him. would call you doll, baby, lovely, etc. "You have so much attitude for such a small body." Can't help but to put stuff high in the cabinets so you need to ask him for help to get things down.

bf!yoongi would love to see how big his shirts look on you, maybe even getting a lil turned on by how small you look in them. would be the one to love you sitting in his lap, holding you against him, especially at the studio. you're his cute baby and no one can call you that.

bf!hoseok would love running up to you and spinning you around in his arms. get so excited when you were the clothes he picks out for you. would call you his doll because your so tiny against his body. loves laying on top of you and feeling how small you are against him.

bf!jimin would absolutely be obsessed with you being smaller than him, like finally he's not the smallest. loves holding your hands because they are tinier than his. would love to wrap his arms around you from behind and hold you close as he kisses your hair or your neck.

bf!taehyung would be absolutely smitten with his petite s/o. would love to manhandle you and just carry you everywhere. "Fit so perfect against me, baby." would be the one to just wrap himself around you in bed and keep you held against him as he sleeps.

bf!jungkook would def use you as a weight when exercising. loves to just pick you up because he can. would also be the one to tease you and hide stuff up high so you can't reach them. loves how little you are compared to him and his favorite thing you do his climb him and hold onto him like a koala while he goes about his day.

#bts #bts au #bts headcanons #bts x reader #boyfriend bts #fluff #bluemari23

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borathae · 2 years

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↳ Index [Day 23 - Studio Sex]

Pairing: Soft Dom!Yoongi x sub f.Reader

Kinks: studio sex, sex in a chair, thigh riding, spanking but lovingly, praise, body worship, breast worship, stripping, Yoongi’s hands, creampies, Yoongi is a tease i hate him and need him and want him and love him!!!

Wordcount: 6k

a/n: yes besties, you’re getting more dom!bangtan. i think i’ve written too much sub stuff during kinktober that now i’m just way too tired of always taking the lead and i just wanna be taken care of for a change ahahhaha have fun this is so hot that i had to lie down afterwards🖤

“Hey there.”

The door to his studio falls into its lock behind you, closing with a beep.

“Yoongi?”

Your boyfriend obviously hasn’t heard you, busy typing and clicking away on his computer.

“Yoongi love?” so you try a second time.

Yoongi doesn’t react. No wonder. He has his headphones on and is playing music through them. You slip out of your coat and place it over the leather couch he has in his little studio. It was quite the homely place. The walls were painted a warm white, lighting fixtures were placed strategically for a relaxing feel and soft rugs covered the floors. They were mostly for soundproofing, but they still managed to give a cozy feel to the place, even if one of them told whoever entered his studio to very loudly Fuck Off. You know that you weren’t meant by it. Not you. Never you. You are the only person, next to Yoongi of course, who knows the code to his studio. And you know that you are always welcome here.

You spent many days in his studio. You share food in here after work, talk about your days, fuck like animals. Some days you also come over solely to work in his presence. You really love those days because you get to spend time with him while doing your own thing. Yoongi really loves those days too, because he can work so much easier when you are close to him.

You aren’t wearing any shoes, having discarded of them in front of his studio. Yoongi has a clear no shoe policy in his studio and you totally get him. You never understood people who walk around their cozy spaces with their outdoor shoes on. That shit is rancid.

The rugs feel soft on your feet, muffling your steps as you hurry to him.

“Yoongi baby?” you try one last time.

Yoongi is nodding his head to whatever beat is currently playing in his headphones, tapping his fingers on the table. But no reaction to you.

So you reach out and touch his shoulder.

“Oh fuck”, he gasps loudly, flinching with his entire body.

“Oh sorry”, you gasp, pulling your hand away. He startled you just as much as you seemed to have startled him.

Yoongi slams his finger on the keys and stops the track from playing. He turns and looks up at you, removing his headphones. His eyes are widened in shock

“Don’t scare me like that”, he whines, “I almost died.”

“Gosh sorry, I said your name like three times, but you didn’t hear me”, you say, snickering.

“Ah baby”, he touches his own chest, “you just made my heart race. Don’t ever do that again”, he says whilst standing up.

“I’m sorry. You okay?” you say, drawing closer to him instinctively.

“Mhm, ‘m okay”, Yoongi mumbles, snaking his arm around your waist to pull you into a kiss.

It was a chaste kiss, but so incredibly sweet and full of love. It makes both of smile and rub the tips of your noses together.

“Missed you, love”, he says.

“Missed you too”, you answer him, keeping your eyes closed to enjoy his presence to the fullest.

You feel his lips on your forehead in a loving kiss and then he is already drawing back, sitting back down on his chair. It makes a little squeaking sound.

You grab the empty chair next to his’ and sit down, moving it closer to him. Yoongi keeps this chair empty for you. He may allow whoever comes in here for work to sit on it, but in his mind this is your chair. He loves it so much when you sit in it and pay him company. He likes to sneak glances at you whenever that happens, feeling giddy each and every time because he is so smitten for you.

Yoongi is already working again, eyes focused on Cubase. He unplugged his headphones so you can listen to what he is listening to and even turned the screen a little to make it easier for you to see.

You hug his arm, leaving one adoring kiss on it before resting your cheek on it. He is wearing one of his black hoodies today. The really soft one.

“You smell good”, you say, rubbing against him like a cuddly cat.

“You’re cute”, Yoongi says, placing his hand on your thigh to rub it softly. He doesn’t look away from the screen, but still has half of his attention on you.

“Are you still working on Dreamscape?” you ask him. It was the name of his current favourite project. Yoongi says that the name was only temporary, but you liked it nonetheless.

“Yes, I’m working on the beat. What do you think of that part?”

Yoongi presses play and shows you the first verse. It was just the melody and beat for now, but already sounded amazing. He stops it right before the chorus starts.

“You removed the strings.”

“Yeah”, he nods his head, “I thought they were too much.”

“Yes I agree. It sounds a lot more harmonious now. I really like it.”

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you, “thanks”, he mumbles shyly and looks back at his screen. Your opinion matters a lot to him, so hearing that you like what he did makes him really happy.

You enjoy a few moments of silence after that. You spend it resting your cheek on his arm and touching him mindlessly. Yoongi spends it perfecting the second verse and holding your thigh. Every now and then, one of you also turns their head just to give the other a little kiss.

“How was the dentist by the way?” Yoongi asks into the silence.

“It was good. She told me that my teeth are all very healthy, but that I should floss more”, you tell him.

“Flossing is overrated.”

“Yeah, I agree”, you snicker, “but it really helps. We should both do it more.”

“No thank you, I’m good. It’s too much work.”

“Goddamn it Yoongi, I was trying to make you my official motivational coach. Don’t ruin my plans”, you whine, pinching his tummy gently.

Yoongi tenses it and places his hand over yours to hold it and also prevent you from tickling him again.

“I can still be your coach, I’m just not gonna do it with you.”

“Yeah as if that ever worked for us. Remember when you were supposed to help me eat less chocolate and we failed miserably?”

“Yeah, because diets are dumb. Just eat whatever you wanna eat. I wanna see you happy, not on a stupid diet”, he whines.

“Aren’t you the one currently on an anti coffee diet?”

Yoongi looks at you with slightly squinted eyes.

“That is only because it’s giving me heart palpitations and I wanna stop that. Did you-“, he pouts, “did you just come here to bicker with me?”

“No god”, you chuckle, leaning in to kiss his pouty lips, “sorry, I hope you know that I don’t mean it in a rude way.”

“Yeah whatever, I know”, he kisses your lips and looks back at his screen.

You gaze at him, playing with his hair at the nape of his neck. He is currently growing it out, looking so handsome with it. He is also wearing two hairclips today, using them to keep the strands out his face. His glasses are perched atop his nose, reflecting the screen.

“You look so handsome.”

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you, clearly flustered by the surprise compliment. He looks away again and gives you one of his small, toothless smiles and a nod of his head.

He makes you smile. You love giving him compliments. He is always so cute when he receives them.

You let your eyes wander down his body. The hoodie suits him so well. You love it so much when Yoongi wears pretty clothes, but there was just something about seeing him in casual clothes that gets you. Maybe it is the fact that only a few people can see him like that and he counts you to that little circle. Or maybe it is simply because it is Yoongi and he is the most handsome man on earth.

“Yoongi?”

“Yes love?”

“You're so handsome.”

“Mhm.”

“No I mean it. You are so handsome.”

“I heard you the first two times”, he mumbles, touching his ear shyly.

You smile and lean in to peck his cheek.

“You’re so cute.”

“Mhm”, he turns and pecks your lips, chuckling when you try to chase him only to fail because he turns his head away again. He did so only to tease you of course.

“Can I sit on your lap?” you ask him, rubbing his thigh softly.

“You’re gonna be horny, aren’t you?”

“No?” you chuckle in embarrassment, “I just wanna be closer to you.”

Yoongi glances at you, “are you okay?” he asks, making space for you.

You climb on him, placing your knees on each side of his thighs. You plop down, wrapping your arms around him and resting your cheek on his shoulder.

“Yes, I’m okay. Why do you ask?”

“Cause if you’re not horny, then you only wanna sit on my lap when you’re upset.”

“Yes true, but sometimes I’m also just horny.”

Yoongi exhales loudly, making you chuckle.

"You told me that you wouldn’t be. Literally two seconds ago”, he whines.

"Yeah well…"

“Baby I fucked you so good this morning. Are you seriously horny again?"

You laugh, snuggling closer.

“Would it be so bad if I was horny again?”

“No, but I can’t get shit done when you’re always on my dick.”

“Who says you have to get the song done today?”

“The deadlines.”

“And who made those deadlines?”

“I did, but that’s beside the point”, Yoongi cranes his neck to look at your face, “stop being so horny all the time”, he says, giving your butt a soft spank.

You chase it with a little wiggle of your hips.

“I wasn’t even horny right now, but if you keep spanking me, I’ll change my mind”, you say.

Yoongi’s faux annoyance façade breaks instantly. He snorts and chuckles, eyes softening in fondness.

“You’re so cute”, he says, pecking your forehead and looking back at his screen.

You rest your cheek on his shoulder, getting lost in his scent. Yoongi has the best chest to lean on. So strong and safe and always so warm. You love being close to him so, so much.

Yoongi keeps his hand on your ass. It feels so big and so strong. Quite frankly, it does rile you up a little. You really love his hands. They are so sexy. So having him hold your ass like that messes with your sanity just a little.

“I’m really happy that you’re here, baby”, Yoongi tells you, “I can really feel my energy rising because of you.”

“I’m happy to be of help”, you cuddle into him, pressing your chest against his, “I love being here.”

Yoongi sighs happily, giving your butt a soft pat.

“I'm serious, don’t spank me”, you warn, poking your finger into his tits.

“I'm not spanking you. This would feel something along the line of this”, he says and does the unthinkable of truly landing a spank on your ass. It was loud and leaves a slight burning sensation on your skin.

“Ah”, you moan, chasing him desperately while your thighs squeeze around him.

“Baby what the hell?” Yoongi gasps.

You lift your head, meeting his widened eyes. He looks flabbergasted.

“That was so loud”, he says, “I, I was just joking with you and-“

He can’t finish his sentence because you kiss him before he can. You kiss him sloppily and oh so desperately, moaning into his mouth whilst rolling your hips over his thigh.

“Wait woah wait”, Yoongi breaks the kiss and laughs, "darling wait."

“Yoongi kiss me”, you beg, chasing him with closed eyes.

“Baby, I have to work.”

“Yeah and you made me horny”, you whimper softly, grinding your pussy against his clothed thigh. It feels so soft and warm, you love it so much, “you can’t just spank me and then act like this wouldn’t affect me.”

“You're so strange sometimes. You don’t even like getting spanked”, he says with amusement in his voice and fondness in his eyes.

“Yeah well”, you pout, “let me be. Humans are weird. I just feel like it today.”

“I'm not judging. We're all complicated creatures. We sometimes like stuff we never liked before and vice versa.”

“Exactly”, you snicker, “what a poetic way of saying it.”

Yoongi chuckles, rubbing your butt softly.

“Mhhm Yoongi please”, you whine, moving closer, “can we do something?”

“Baby you said you weren’t horny and that I could work”, Yoongi is only pretending to be annoyed. Quite frankly he loves the little game you are currently playing.

“Yeah but that was before you were sexy.”

“Oh? So I’m not sexy on normal days?”

You squish his cheeks, “you’re always sexy, but now you are super sexy.”

He snorts, “I still gotta work.”

You give him a pout.

Yoongi’s eyes soften. He reaches up to caress your chin, holding it between two of his fingers afterwards.

“What do you want, my baby?” he asks in his typical I’d do anything for you voice.

“I just want…you. Something of you.”

“Yeah? Do you wanna ride my thigh for a little, mhm?”

You nod your head, feeling your stomach tingle in excitement. Yoongi gives you his prettiest smile, caressing your chin again.

“I can do that for you. Start whenever you feel like it”, he whispers, turning you weak with just the sound of his voice.

You scramble off his lap. Yoongi watches with his lips slightly agape in awe. Not that he could do anything other than watch you. You placed yourself right in front of his screen. Yoongi doesn’t mind one bit, enjoying the little show with a racing heart. You step out of your sweats first.

“I’m not wearing nice panties today”, you confess, giggling shyly whilst trying to tug your shirt over your butt.

Yoongi furrows his brows angrily, looking highly displeased by your words.

“Come closer”, he orders.

You follow instantly, gasping when he places his hands on your hips. His eyes flit up.

“Can I see?” he asks.

“Yes”, you whisper, “don’t laugh.”

“Never”, he promises, changing his gaze to your middle. He tugs your shirt up, keeping it from slipping down by touching your waist with the fabric between his palm and your body. His eyes run over your clothed middle and the lilac cotton panties you are wearing. The frilly edge is just a little washed out and frayed. Yoongi swears he has never seen something more beautiful.

“You are so beautiful”, he says, gazing up at you, “I don’t know what bullshit you’re talking about. I love those panties.”

“Really?” you say, feeling your cheeks burn up.

“Of course. They look really comfy and soft and make your skin look so pretty.”

“They are really comfy”, you say, swaying from side to side giddily.

“That’s good to hear”, Yoongi smiles, “can I touch them?”

You nod your head vigorously.

“Hold the shirt for me, love.”

You follow without hesitation, watching his hands with sparkly eyes. Yoongi dances them down along your tummy, eyes glowing in adoration.

“You’re so beautiful”, he whispers, brushing against the hem of the panties. He outlines the frilly edge, lips curling into a content smile.

“They’re washed out already”, you whisper.

“Hush. They’re perfect”, he silences you, smile growing.

You feel like burning up and squeaking and jumping around. Yoongi makes you feel so pretty and sexy and happy.

He abandons the edge to run his thumbs down to your pussy. He never touches you, lifting his thumb right before he meets where you ache the most. Now he is hovering right above your clit, driving you crazy in desperation.

Yoongi lifts his gaze.

“Do I have permission?” he asks.

“Just do it. Oh my god, you tease”, you whine, making him grin.

“So impatient”, he whispers, lowering his eyes back to where it is most important. He finally lowers his thumb, connecting it with your clit.

You gasp, chasing him instantly. You can’t feel a lot because of the position and the panties, but it is Yoongi’s touch. Yoongi’s. And that means that it feels ten times more intense. He runs his thumb down your pussy, eyes following the touch and smile adorning his face. You seriously have to hold back from crumbling.

“So warm”, he breathes, letting his touch linger on your entrance. He draws slow circles, holding your squirming hips with his unoccupied hand, “baby, you’re so warm.”

“You’re such a tease”, you complain in a whine.

“What do you mean?” he asks innocently, gawking up at you.

“Touch me more.”

Yoongi smirks in amusement, doing the unthinkable traitorous act of pulling his hand away. You are outraged, scandalized, betrayed!

“No please”, you beg, reaching for his wrist to pull his hand back where it belongs.

Yoongi laughs, eyes sparkling in mischief.

“You’re so horny, baby. Oh my god. Didn’t you say I could still work? And now you wanna make me touch you?” he teases, painting the hottest warmth of embarrassment onto your cheeks.

“You’re so mean”, you whine, swaying from side to side needily.

Yoongi stops the movements by gripping your hips strongly, forcing your knees to buckle in desperation.

“And you’re wet”, he says, eyes flitting up to meet yours. They are darkened in arousal, glistening dangerously, “I can see it soaking your pretty little panties. Just a little stain right…”, he dances his thumb down to where your panties are soaked, “…there”, he says, pressing his thumb against it.

You tense up and gasp, hips chasing him in needy rolls. It makes his thumb grind against your pussy.

Yoongi lets you do that long enough for the stain to grow a little. Then he stops you, retreating his touch to grip your hips again.

“Please”, you whimper.

“That’s where you’re wet”, he ignores your beg to keep on teasing.

“Please more”, you plead.

Yoongi hums contently, abandon your hips to dance his touch to the hem of your panties.

You wait with bated breath.

“Such pretty panties”, he whispers, trailing his touch further up your body.

You whine, making him smirk. He knows that you thought that he would undress you. He gets off on making you whine though, so obviously he’s not going to give it to you so quickly.

“Do you want to sit for me, baby?”

You are on his lap before he could even finish his sentence, mounting him like a needy animal. Yoongi laughs at your eagerness, letting you find your comfy spot with stretched out arms. With your hands on his shoulders and your pussy against his thigh, you stare at him, waiting for what he’ll do next.

“So eager”, he rasps, running his hands down your back until he can grab your ass. He watches you with cat-like attention, massaging your butt softly. Your breath trembles as it leaves you, your eyes fill with desperate pleasure. Yoongi lifts his hands. You gasp and stick your ass out. That is all he needed to know. He lowers them in a spank, eliciting a shudder to run through your entire body.

“Oh god”, you croak, hiding away in his chest while your hips rut against his thigh with all their might.

Yoongi quite frankly feels so fucking affected by your reaction that it gets really fucking hard to breathe for him. You are so needy today. He is so into that.

“You really liked that, didn't you?” he asks, massaging your heated buttocks.

You nod your head, whimpering his name.

“You're so sexy, love”, he rasps, gathering more of your ass to massage it slowly, “love that ass so much.”

You mewl, squeezing your eyes shut and twisting a bundle of his hoodie. You really weren’t planning to be horny right now, but you don’t regret it. You love this so much. His touch is so addicting.

Yoongi runs his left hand up to your head. He tilts it up with a strong grip, making sure you can’t escape his eye contact.

“Are you having fun?” he asks to which you nod your head.

“Yes.”

“You do. That’s good to hear.”

“More”, you croak, chasing him needily.

You can see the moment Yoongi realises what that means. His love-filled eyes darken in arousal, eyelids lowering dangerously. He leans in, making sure his lips brush against your ear.

“You're gonna count to five for me now. Can you do that, mhm?”

You squirm, panties getting soaked more and more because of him.

“Yes. I can do that ”, you rasp, readying yourself by sticking your ass out.

Yoongi kisses your ear, “good girl”, he whispers, straightening back up afterwards.

He runs his big hand down to your ass, tracing the soft skin first.

“Ready?” he asks, eyes racing between yours.

“Yes”, you whisper, chasing him.

“Good. Start counting for me.”

“One”, you croak, readying yourself by gripping his strong shoulders.

Spank.

Yoongi’s hand comes into contact with your right buttock, making it jiggle. A stinging burn remains, making you moan in bliss.

“How's that, baby?” he asks, soaking up your droopy gaze. You looked so sexy when he spanked you. All surprised but oh so happy.

“Please more. T-two”, you beg, lifting your hips needily.

Spank.

Yoongi hit your left side for symmetry, making it sting oh so nicely. Your pussy throbs, aching to be stuffed.

“Oh god please”, you whimper, resting your head back against his chest, “three please.”

“That's so hot. You’re so sexy”, Yoongi rasps and spanks you again. He grips your flesh right afterwards, prolonging the burn by massaging it aggressively, “such a good girl.”

Spank.

“A-ah four”, you squeak, leaking all over his thigh. The spank surprised you so much. It hurts and burns and you are riding on its high. Yoongi doesn’t use particularly much force, knowing very well that you aren’t normally into it. So he wants to make sure you are still comfortable in your spontaneous fun, keeping his spank gentle but rough enough to give you a little glimpse of painful heaven. You don’t seem to mind, writhing on his lap needily.

“There we go. One more baby. One more and we're done”, he speaks softly, tracing your skin with his palm. It feels so hot to the touch. He can also feel that you are soaking through his sweats, feeling his cock strain his boxers because of it.

“Five please”, you beg, thighs trembling when he lands his last spank on your ass. It was harsh and rough, leaving a burning imprint on your skin. He wanted the last one to stay in your memories and judging by how needily you start humping his thigh, it will.

“There we go. All done”, Yoongi soothes the sensitive skin, cock aching in his sweats, “that was amazing baby. You did so well.”

“Please fuck me”, you beg and sob softly, “p-please fuck me.”

“Look at me.”

You follow instantly, showing him your glassy eyes. Yoongi places his hand at the back of your neck and leans in, making your breath hitch in your throat. He is gazing at your lips, being so close to kissing you. You tremble in excitement. Finally, you think, finally you’ll get his cock.

“No”, he however breaks your horny, little heart with one word, having the audacity to smirk afterwards, “you’ve got what you wanted. Now let me work.”

“Yoongi please”, you voice comes out both breathy and squeaky, your eyes burn unbearably.

“No, you can’t sway me. You wanted to ride my thigh, so get on with it”, he taunts, pulling back despite all the whining you are doing.

The cocky amusement on his face almost makes you want to fight him. He is doing this on purpose. He just made you soaking wet by spanking you, makes you ride his thigh, barely touches your pussy on purpose just so he can be a tease and leave you hanging. Oh, you want to break into the neediest tears. You need him so bad. Everything aches.

Yoongi is currently pretending to look at his screen, acting all busy by pressing random buttons on the keyboard. You take a look down at his crotch, feeling the urge to fight him grow. He is even sporting a boner. Loud and proud it is stretching his sweats.

“Yoongi please”, you beg quietly, rolling your hips over his thigh. The friction is so goddamn addicting.

He shakes his head.

“You’re so mean, I’m gonna fight you”, you complain, pushing at his chest.

His lips curl into a lazy smirk.

You huff out air and make your next move. You hook your fingers in your shirt, taking it off in one smooth movement. When you are free of it and have thrown it on the ground, you look back at Yoongi.

He is gawking at your chest with widened eyes, chest heaving up and down quickly.

“Please?” you try.

“You didn’t actually go to the dentist without a bra on, did you?”

“Maybe? Maybe I only took it off because I knew I’d be coming here. Maybe it’s still in my coat pocket. Maybe I want you to keep it here with you once I leave. Who knows.”

Yoongi gulps, placing his hands right under your breasts.

“Why are you seriously the sexiest woman on earth, ___?” he asks, voice deeper than usual.

You giggle. Jackpot. You’ve got him hooked again.

“Oh my fucking god, can I please touch them?” he whines.

“Yeah, touch them.”

Yoongi growls and goes to bury his face in your tits. He moans deliciously, inhaling deeply while his hands squeeze your flesh desperately. You laugh because he is adorable, chasing him with an arch of your back.

“You’re so sexy, holy fuck I’ve hit the jackpot”, he babbles, kissing every single inch of your chest, “I’m so lucky. Holy fuck, baby. My pretty baby.”

He makes you feel equal parts giddy and horny. Being praised feels so good when he is doing it. He is always so honest in his words. His touch always feels a hundred times more amazing because of it.

“So pretty. I fucking love your tits. You’ve got the best tits, baby. The motherfucking best”, he mumbles before taking your left nipple between his lips to suck on it gently.

“Ah, baby”, you gasp, squirming on his lap.

Yoongi slurps quietly, releasing your nipple just to kiss a path to your right one.

“I love you, love you like crazy. I’m the luckiest man”, he murmurs, showing you his gratitude by kissing and licking your nipple. He swirls his tongue right around it, eyes closed in bliss and chest rumbling in moans.

You moan too, tilting your head back in bliss. You can feel that touch all the way down to your pussy. This is exactly how he always eats you out. Little kisses and quick circles on your clit. The sensation is so familiar that it almost feels as if he is licking your clit right now.

You most definitely tremble just as much and your pussy most definitely aches just as much.

“Your nipples are so swollen. I’m going insane”, Yoongi whines with suffering in his voice, kissing his way back to your left side, “my cock’s so fucking hard, I want your pussy so bad.”

“Fuck me please”, you beg, feeling oh so weak from his licks.

Yoongi looks up at you, breaking away from your chest even if it hurts you both. He cups your cheek, forcing your forehead to rest against his’.

“Take my cock out”, he orders.

You work without hesitation. Yoongi helps you by lifting his butt from the chair so you can tug his clothes down easily. You tug them down until his knees and then Yoongi takes over, stepping out of them messily. They end up pooling around his left ankle, but he can’t be bothered. He needs to fuck you. Now.

“Lube?” he asks.

“No”, you shake your head, busy taking off your panties, “don’t need it.”

"Condom?"

“No, want you creampieing me", you say, throwing the panties on his desk. Yoongi eyes them hungrily as they landed right on his keyboard then looks at your now completely naked body.

“Fuck, you’re so hot. Wanna creampie you”, he rasps, caressing your cheek, “get on this fucking cock. Now.”

You waste not even a second, climbing atop of him to sink yourself down.

“Ah baby”, he moans, holding your hips.

“Yoongi”, you whimper, sinking into the sensations. His cock gives the best fucking stretch ever. He fits like no other, filling you up so good. Especially right now after all the teasing he put you through. You could honestly cum the moment he bottoms out from just how needy he has gotten you.

“Okay that’s fucking amazing. How are you doing, love?” Yoongi says, half-lidded eyes racing over your features.

“I wanna cum”, you confess, eliciting a deep chuckle from him.

“You wanna cum?” he asks, letting his head fall against the backrest of his chair just so he can watch you better. He looks so good like this. All cocky and confident and with his glasses all pretty on his nose.

“Yeah”, you whimper, “I’m really sensitive.”

“Poor baby, she’s sensitive”, he coos and begins rocking your hips for you, “so if I do this, is it already too much for you, mhm?”

“A-almost”, you get out, having to gasp for air afterwards.

“Almost”, Yoongi repeats and hums, “well that’s too bad”, he rasps, continuing his loving guidance. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth on his cock, shifting it inside you just enough to rile you up and keep you right there with. Right there, on this warm wave of pleasure. The kind which creeps so deep and stays for so long. The kind, which you never ever want to end.

"It feels so good", you whisper, whimpering softly afterwards.

"Yes baby, it does. You’ve got the best pussy. I love fucking that pussy, love it so much", he is lulling his words, which means he was struggling just as much.

"It's, it’s so much better than w-working, isn’t it?" you tease, having to gasp for air.

Yoongi chuckles lazily, eyes lowering playfully.

"It's the fucking best. Love having you on my dick", he smiles, giving your hips a loving squeeze, "keep moving just like this, baby. It’s perfect."

"Yeah", you croak, letting your eyes fall closed. You are moving on your own. Yoongi is still helping, but really doesn’t have to. You want to keep moving. His cock is the best, you feel so fulfilled right now.

Yoongi’s smile grows. His left hand leaves your hips just so he can cup your cheek instead. His heart flutters when you lean into his touch and your face lights up in happiness. He brushes his thumb over your cheek.

"You're so beautiful", he whispers, moaning softly because you clench around him in reaction. He chases the sensation with a careful thrust, eliciting a shake from you.

"Yoongi", his name sounds like honey when you say it, filling him with so much happiness.

Yoongi gives you another thrust, holding your cheek safely in his big hand.

You moan, tensing around him and nose scrunching up in pleasure.

Yoongi loves that view so much.

"Are you enjoying yourself, baby?" he asks, not because he is doubting himself but because he loves hearing you say it.

"Yes", you sigh, nodding your head slowly, "I'm really close."

"I know baby, I know. You’re such a good girl, you know that?" he praises, making you tense around his cock. He slips his hand from your hip and places his thumb against your clit.

"Oh fuck-", you exclaim, head tilting back in bliss and hips completely loosing their rhythm. You shake uncontrollably, pussy convulsing around him like crazy.

"There we go. Shake for me. You’re so pretty", he rasps, rubbing circles on your swollen clit. He gives you slow thrusts, dancing his hand down to your chest to play with your nipples.

"Yoongi", you mewl his name, dragging out his last syllable. You feel so charged. The build up is crazy. You can’t think straight. This is too good.

"It's okay, you’re okay. I'm right here with you", Yoongi soothes you, "cum for me, baby. It’s safe."

"Yoongi" you squeak, "I love you", you sob, falling into him as you fall into your high. You feel broken in the most beautiful of ways, never wanting the shakes to stop.

"I love you too baby. You’re doing so well. So, so well", Yoongi talks you through your orgasm, helping you ride it out with expert touches. He knows what your body needs during those moments, having helped you over the edge hundreds of times before. It never becomes boring, never ever.

Yoongi allows you to calm down once your high has stopped. He rubs your back and keeps his hips still, floating on your afterglow with you. His cock is so sensitive, each time your pussy clenches he feels charged.

"You did so good. You were such a good girl", he whispers to you.

"Did you cum too?" you ask him, voice frail but happy.

Yoongi kisses your shoulder, "all that matters is that you had fun."

"What?" your head shoots up, big eyes on him instantly, "no. No, don’t say that. I want you to cum too."

"You don’t have to."

"Be quiet", you say, moving your hips even if you are still a little dizzy from your orgasm.

Yoongi groans, furrowing his brows. His hands fall to your hips, squeezing them desperately.

"I wanna be creampied by you. You have to cum too", you insist, bouncing on his cock.

"You're gonna get it, trust me", he gets out and groans, eyes closed and lips parted.

"Yeah? That’s so hot. Do you like how I move my hips?"

"Faster please."

"Like this?" you say, putting more vigour in your movements for Yoongi’s enjoyment.

Yoongi moans loudly and arches his back. He nods his head vigorously, feeling his cock throb inside you.

"Don't stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop", he begs, resorting to making deep sounds of pleasure afterwards.

"You're the best human ever, Yoongi. And, and your cock’s so amazing", you say, burying your fingers in his hair to play with it. He’s such a sensitive scalp that hairplay always gets him oh so good.

"I'm gonna cum", he croaks, squeezing your hips strongly.

"Please fill me up. Make me drip, baby. Please", you beg, throwing Yoongi over the edge with a clench of your walls.

Yoongi moans your name as he climaxes, pumping you full of his warm cum and holding your hips so tightly you fear he might bruise them.

"Yes! Oh god stuff me. Yoongi, ah Yoongi", you encourage him, enjoying his orgasm with a dizzy head.

"___", he whimpers, shaking one last time and then he comes down hard.

He slacks in the chair, panting heavily to recover. You help him by leaning in and kissing his face, twirling strands of his hair between your fingers. His cock is still throbbing inside you, filling you up so nicely.

"You're seriously so amazing", he lulls, wrapping his arms around you to hug you.

"You too", you say, resting against him, "I feel so dizzy now."

"Yeah same", he laughs breathily, "the way you always make me cum. Are you a witch or something?"

You snicker, "maybe. That would be kinda cool."

He smiles, "yeah and hot", he agrees, exhaling loudly afterwards, "I'm so dead."

"Yeah same", you agree, sighing contently.

Yoongi hugs you tighter.

"Thank you for this. I'm always teasing, but I seriously love it when you’re horny. This was so much fun", he says.

"Yeah, I loved it too", you whisper, "I wanna wear my panties with your cum still inside by the way."

"Hot? What the hell you’re gonna make me hard again."

"You still are. I can feel it", you laugh, wiggling your hips and therefore moving your pussy around him.

Yoongi whines, "mercy baby, I’m just a weak man."

"Gosh Yoongi, you’re so cute", you giggle, lifting your head so you can finally kiss him.

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roommates | jjk

-> pairing roommate!jk x female reader

-> genre roommates to lovers, roommates au

-> summary you’ve been roommates with jeon jungkook for quite some time now, not having a single thought of him other than a roommate. but things take an unexpected turn when you accidentally catch him in the act.

-> word count 5.8k

-> warnings voyeurism (it's an accident but still), fingering, oral (m. receiving), multiple orgasms, a lot of fucking teasing, switch!jk, switch!reader.

-> author's note if this fic seems familiar that is because i have decided to re-edit roommates to a version i am more pleased with. <3 hope you still enjoy it!

“And cut! See you guys on Monday! 12:00 am! Don’t be late.” your boss Stacey shouts through a megaphone. Stacey is your current director as you’re helping her work on a coming of age movie. You say your quick goodbyes to your colleagues and staff, before going to your trailer. Hair and makeup was not on the crazy side today, so you just quickly change your outfit, pack your bags and leave towards home.

Living in L.A for almost 3 years had its ups and downs, although in the end you never regretted your solution. It was hard at first – quitting your job as a sales associate back home, but after being true to yourself, you realized that this was not your dream but that your dream was being an actress. You have always had this dream. That dream was yours. Right when you watched the Mary Poppins Broadway Show at the age of 12. God, you had smiled your whole way through. You had pictured yourself on the stage, engulfed by the dimmed light, performing for thousands of people. That’s when you knew.

Min Yoongi – who started as a cyber friend but with time you guys grew closer and met often; had always been by your side. You had accidentally drunk dm'ed him on Instagram, thinking it was your good ol' fuck buddy back then. The conversation had taken a humoristic turn, when Yoongi decided to play along, a kermit sipping tea meme being sent from you the next day, and that's when your friendship blossomed. Yoongi was already living in L.A and was supportive of your rash ‘fuck it’ decision of moving to L.A. Yoongi had a colleague from work in need of a roommate, and that's when your plan stepped into action. You quit your job, packed your suitcase and hopped on the soonest flight to L.A.

The only thing Yoongi hadn't mentioned was that this colleague of his was a dude. He really waited up until the last minute to tell youㅡand there you were.. totally oblivious of what you were putting yourself into.

You weren’t upset about your roomie situation, no. You were more upset over the fact that it never crossed Yoongi's mind to tell you. - Causing Yoongi and you to end up bickering about ’you not being remotely excited to share an apartment with a male’, in which you remember saying to him, “who for all I know could be a secret serial killer.” outside of his friend’s apartment.

There were two problems unfolding after that conversation. The first one being your future roommate hearing everything as in; every single word. And the second one? well.. He was hot. So fucking hot.

You recall the first meeting being extremely awkward since he was making you nervous. - Reasons being; he was shirtless when he opened the door. Adding to that matter, playing with his lip ring. - Yes, the reason you know was because you were staring at his pink plump lips. Knowing how strong your attraction was towards a futuristic roommate was dangerous. You felt as if you had two choices; living on the street or with the one and only.. Jeon Jungkook.

If it weren’t for Yoongi reassuring you that nothing ‘bad’ would happen, you would've never thought of living with Jungkook for the next three years by now. But as time passed, the attraction slowly vanished and you didn’t feel as smitten as when you first laid your eyes on him. Because you guys were simply.. roommates!

Arriving at the apartment, you slump on the couch as the first thing. Working on set definitely kills your legs, you notice Jungkook isn’t home and think back to your morning conversation of him mentioning helping Namjoon at his bar ‘Dynamite’ tonight. Therefore, you make dinner for yourself and watch whatever is playing on TV at the moment. Somehow you end up falling asleep on the couch, or more likely the carpet under the couch. You’d been exhausted after working for a full day and it surely showed.

‘’Shh… we have to be really quiet. My roommate is right next door and I don’t want to wake her up.’’ That was false, you were sleeping beneath the couch, invisible to Jungkook’s eyes. The blonde which Jungkook brought home had hit on him until Namjoon had enough and just told him to ‘go for it.’ Jungkook took upon Namjoon’s angry encouragement and now they were here, sneaking in, trying their best not to make a noise to wake you. It was a success – Jungkook’s words not yours.

As Jungkook is about to open his bedroom door, the blonde whispers, ‘’I want you to fuck me on the kitchen counter like there’s no tomorrow.’’ Jungkook was a freak. Risky sex being one of his kinks, he could not deny the offer. Although it was very wrong, you were sleeping not even five meters away from them. ‘’Are you sure you can keep those screams shut?’’ Her knees weakened at his comment and slowly nodded, pulling him towards the kitchen counter.

The carpet which you were currently laying on starts to itch your right cheek. That somehow wakes you up and you take notice that you had been sleeping on the fucking carpet, not even the couch, no the fucking carpet. You’re about to move up when you hear a muffled moan. You stop in your tracks, scared to turn your head. But your curiosity was killing you, making you turn slowly, seeing Jungkook thrusting his hips in a slow pace, his tattooed hand covering the mouth of a pretty blonde.

You widen your eyes, turning towards the TV, screaming internally over this. You are fucked. You can’t get out of this Y/N. If you made the slightest noise, Jungkook would never be able to look at you again and that could end up with him kicking you out. You did not want that, so you cover your ears – trying to cancel all noise around you. This was to date, your worst nightmare. It was so far quiet, only muffled moans escaping what you had guessed was the girl. You begin to feel lightheaded over the whole situation, wondering if you’ll ever recover being in the same room as Jungkook is knees deep in a stranger.

‘’Fuck you’re so wet.’’ Your lips part from Jungkook’s dirty talk – you never pegged him as the type to dirty talk and you’re not mad about it. Wait, no, Y/N. You’re not supposed to think that, he’s your roommate. Your extremely hot roommate. This is bad, this is so fucking bad.

It was as if all your prayers were heard, because the blonde started begging to suck him off in the bedroom, which saved you from more misery. After waiting it out for a bit more, you finally got up from the carpet, returning to your room in a hurry.

The sleep you wished to seek was long gone and you were awake until dawn. Seeing it was time for work, you got ready, now standing by the coffee machine in desperate need of caffeine. As the machine creates magic, you space out, maybe it was the lack of sleep – that’s what you keep telling yourself. Jungkook arrives in sight, hugging you from behind and whispering good morning in your ear. His lips drag further down, peppering you with small kisses onto your collarbone earning a satisfied moan from you. He proceeds to place his hand to the hem of your panties, teasing you over the fabric. You buck your hips, signaling him that you're indeed enjoying this and he should keep going.

He gets the signal, moving his hand under your underwear, his cold fingers making direct contact onto your slit, your pussy already being as wet as it could be.

‘’Fuck you’re so wet.’’ He murmurs under his breath, before pushing a finger into your walls, clenching nicely around his finger. As he bites your earlobe, another finger slips in and your breath hitches from the stretch caused only by his fingers.

‘’You take me so nicely.’’ He compliments, his pace quickening causing you to lean your head back on his shoulder – due to all the pleasure.

Everything is interrupted when Jungkook steps out with the blonde trailing behind him. He takes notice of you right away, pouring milk in your mug. ‘’Morning.’’ He greets casually and you return it with an undertone of bitterness. You fixate your eyes on Jungkook’s hookup and give a sympathetic smile before you take a sip from your coffee. He walks her to the front door, her hair looking like a bird nest from behind. They must’ve gone at it for a while.

‘’Wow, that was maybe the best fuck I’ve had.’’ You hear her comment and a grin received from Jungkook. Was he really that good? Jungkook joins you in the kitchen before your thoughts can evolve.

“Seems like you had a lot of fun yesterday...” you start off with an innocent tone – putting on a facade, to not show that you heard or more likely saw.

A small grin appears onto his face, “You didn’t hear any of it did you?”

You choke with half a sip of coffee in your mouth, you hadn't expected that. Not wanting to get caught red handed over this awful and embarrassing experience you decide to shrug off the whole thing. Just act like nothing happened Y/N, it might help with your sudden daydreams of Jungkook fingering you in the middle of the kitchen.

“Oh– no no, I was sleeping like a rock yesterday.” You wave him off, trying your best to play cool.

“Okay.” he answers with a tone that makes you doubt. A part of you immediately starts regretting lying to him but it was for the best. Who in their right mind tells someone that they’ve not only heard them have sexual intercourse with someone but caught a glance at it. Lying is definitely the only way out of this.

‘’Shit–’’ You gasp as Jungkook quickens his pace, gripping the sheets above you with both arms. He earns another moan from you when his tongue swirls over your erected nipple. The cold from his lip ring makes you shiver. You pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, his forehead rubbing against your own. The both of you panting as your bodies move in rhythm. Jungkook’s eyes roam all over your body, squeezing one of your breasts and the familiar urge to come pokes at the pit of your stomach. ‘’You feel–’’ Jungkook interrupts you, shoving his warm tongue in your mouth as his hand holds your jaw. ‘’Mmm– you feel so fucking good.’’ Jungkook flashes his white pearly teeth from your compliment, ‘’yeah?’’ You moan in agreement and your orgasm reaches every part of your body –

‘’Piece of shit!’’ You yell out of shock. You make sure you were dreaming, turning around noticing you’re in your bedroom; alone. You lay back down, a sigh escaping your lips in disbelief over how hot that dream was. You had to get out, away from Jungkook and mostly your dirty thoughts haunting you about your roommate.

The following weeks you kept yourself busy, on set almost everyday and not seeing Jungkook as often. He took some late night shifts and you primarily in the morning. Your dirty thoughts were starting to calm the more you kept yourself busy. Jungkook on the other hand walked around feeling guilty – he noticed quickly how you kept yourself busy not wanting to be near him. Therefore he took extra shifts to help out Namjoon.

''I just feel like, I did something wrong?'' Jungkook admits to Namjoon, as they were polishing the glasses, behind the bar.

''What if she's genuinely busy?'' Namjoon tells Jungkook, mostly for him to not feel guilty because of all this. ''There is always gonna be some period of time, where the both of you are really busy. It happens Jeon.'' Namjoon was right, mostly.

You have been busy, but it was to the point where you kept yourself longer on set, not wanting to see Jungkook when you came home.

But this was your fault. You grew a huge sexual attraction to Jungkook, not wanting to ruin your friendship, you decided on keeping your mouth shut.

''Joon, she's usually off Friday, and instead of her being home she was with Yoongi all day.'' Jungkook expresses, not because he didn't believe Namjoon. Sure you were busy, but to the point where you suddenly started hanging more often at Yoongi's place without him? That didn't sit well with him.

''Okay, maybe you did something.'' Namjoon answers, earning a confused frown from Jungkook.

''Look, maybe just give her a call?'' Namjoon suggests. ''Jungkook, if she answers, nothing is wrong. If she declines? Then you for sure did something.'' Namjoon explains as Jungkook stays silent, not knowing how to fix this.

Not thinking any further, Jungkook decides to give you a call outside.

You’re currently sitting in Yoongi's apartment, munching on a bag of Doritos, while watching New Girl for the seventh time. It has always been your comfort series, when you felt either down or confused, and right now you're a good mix of both.

Yoongi, sat next to you working on a current record that was to be released in under a week. You wondered if you should tell Yoongi, maybe he could help you out of it. Or, maybe he would just laugh in your face and tell you to fix it yourself. Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by your ringtone.

You grabbed the phone, seeing Jungkook's name. Shit.

Yoongi noticed your freezing state, just staring at your phone.

''Y/N, are you gonna answer that?'' Yoongi asks you out of curiosity. Your head snaps towards him, nodding your head before pushing the answer button, bringing it to your ear.

''Hello?'' you ask, making sure this wasn't a pocket dial.

''H-hey Y/N, I was just wondering...'' Jungkook starts off, small whispers appear in the background – Namjoon scolding Jungkook for a small second before Jungkook continues.

''I mean, no, we need to talk.'' He says flatly. Shit. Exactly what you didn't want to do.

Without thinking much, you act like you couldn't hear him blurting out nonsense about there being bad reception and just hanging up.

You throw your phone to the side, letting out a big sigh of frustration.

Yoongi clears his throat, earning your attention. ''Y/N, care to explain what just happened?'' You open your mouth, trying to come up with a lie, Yoongi interrupting you before you could continue. ''And don't lie.'' He warns sternly.

''Well, around 2 weeks ago, Jungkook had a girl over.'' Yoongi hums a yes, making you continue. ''I accidentally fell asleep on the couch and might’ve been a witness to seeing Jungkook knees deep in someone.'' Yoongi scrunches his nose, uncomfort drawn on his face but he motivates you to continue. ''After the incident, I started daydreaming about Jungkook and I... in a not so friendly matter.''

''Ah, so this is why you've been crashing at my place?'' You nod yes, receiving a light chuckle from Yoongi, you slap his shoulder not wanting him to laugh at your awful dilemma.

''Y/N, at one point you're gonna have to face Jungkook. You can't keep hiding at my place and you can't ignore him forever.'' Yoongi expresses, you adding a soft you're right.

“We’re gonna have to cancel tomorrow’s shooting. Stacey got sick over the weekend so we’re gonna have to postpone till next week. Sorry guys.” Jia, Stacey's assistant, announces to the crew and cast. Shit, now you are gonna have to stay home the whole day tomorrow. You are hoping deep down that Jungkook would be busy with a shift at Dynamite or even worse a random hookup.

The thought of him being with a random hookup, brought a bitter feeling to the pit of your tongue.

When you arrive home, Jungkook is nowhere to be seen, probably again at Dynamite helping out Namjoon. You sigh in relief, retrieving yourself in your room, getting ready to binge a few episodes of New Girl, before calling it a night.

You start shuffling in your sleep, not finding a good sleeping position. Giving up on your sleep, you decide to make yourself a warm cup of tea, thinking it might help your sudden lack of sleep.

As you rummage through the tea cabinet, you don't hear the front door close.

“What are you doing up?” you yelp in shock as Jungkook is standing by the counter, wearing his work attire. Fuck.

“God Jungkook! Don't do that. My heart almost fell out of my chest.'' you scold still in shock.

You realize you haven’t answered his question. ''I couldn't sleep, thought some tea might help.'' And with that your eyes were back to the tea cabinet, in desperate need of finding the strawberry tea flavor.

“Listen Y/N.” he starts.

“Oh no… you forgot to buy my strawberry tea. How could you!” you interrupt him as you have a feeling where the conversation might be heading.

“Can we not talk about that right now? I really need to tell you something. Just please listen.” he says sternly. You turn your head towards him, taking Yoongi's words to you.You can't ignore him forever. So you give in, nodding your head making him continue.

“Okay so I've noticed you’ve been distant for the past week and I don’t know if I’ve done something wrong or if you’re just busy... ”

You take a deep sigh before replying, “Look Jeon, I- I’m busy you know?'' Avoiding his gaze, you try to come up with another lie.

He nods his head showing that he understands that you were busy. His brows suddenly grow closer, as if he is wondering something.

“For a minute there I thought you might have been jealous or something.” he confesses, obtaining a shocked expression from you. How did he–

“Wha- why?” You ask, not being able to comprehend what is happening.

“I don't know... you just distanced yourself after the whole encounter with my hookup.” He admits, his eyes now looking straight at yours, waiting for a response from you.

Do not give in Y/N.

You scoff lightly before crossing your arms. “Jeon, you've got the wrong idea. I'm not jealous. You're being weird. You're being very weird.'' You exclaim, trying to hide your sudden nervousness peeking out of you a little. Shit, shit, shit.

He chuckles a bit, ''You’re literally repeating yourself Y/N. So no, I’m not being weird, if anyone is being weird right now it's you.’‘ he says jokingly. You don’t answer him. Simply ignoring his remark.

“Okay you know what? Fuck this.” Jungkook says, giving up on your little act. Knowing that no matter how much he tried, you wouldn’t give in, cause that’s not you right?

He turns his back to you, beginning to walk towards his room. Not thinking any further you suddenly blurt out, ''Okay fine! You really wanna know what’s been going on? Okay I’ll tell you.” you say in an angrily tone, not thinking of any of the consequences this confession might bring. For once you need to be honest with both yourself and him. He turns around, his eyes now looking at yours.

“What Y/N?”

“For fucks sake Jungkook! I heard it, every single thing.'' You confess, a sudden silence growing inside the kitchen, as Jungkook just keeps looking at you. You take this as a sign to continue, as you've already fucked the whole thing up.

“Ever since then my mind has been going places. Daydreaming you fucking my brains out. That's why I distanced myself. I couldn't look at you. Not after all this.'' You sigh, feeling a bit lighter. Jungkook is being silent, way too silent for your liking.

That's when immediate regret came upon you. “Fuck, I knew I should've just shut up, forget this ever happened–'' You couldn't finish your regretful comment as Jungkook made his way towards you, crashing his lips onto yours. Your eyes grew wide, being in absolute shock. Before the kiss could deepen, Jungkook retrieves. A tingling sensation was now growing onto your lips, already missing the feeling of his lips.

“Fuck– Y/N. I’m so sorry. I don't know what came over me.” he excuses, adding a small grin to lighten the whole situation and to make it less awkward about what had just happened.

You don’t say anything – still being in absolute shock over the fact that Jungkook willingly kissed you.

Jungkook clears his throat before adding, “well... Goodnight.” He turns walking slowly back to his bedroom, not looking back at you. His door was now shut.

What the actual fuck.

You stand still for a few moments, your mind in a desperate need of progressing what the fuck just happened. Without thinking any further your legs start walking towards Jeon's room. You lift your hand, about to knock but before you could, the door suddenly opens. Jungkook in front of you again.

“Y/N I–“

You don’t let him finish, returning your lips back on his in a desperate need to feel them again. Jungkook tenses under your touch, but it’s quickly exchanged as he wraps his arm around your form, hugging you tighter towards him. As your lips move in sync, you feel his broad chest against your own, his tattooed arm holding you tight. It’s weird how your body grows hot over Jungkook’s touch. You’ve known each other for so long, the thought of sex surpassed the both of you very fast – mostly him not you.

‘’Mmm– are you sure?’’ Jungkook looks at you in the dimly lit room, his brown eyes fixated on your answer. You know you want this. Your body and mind craves the touch of Jungkook.

‘’I do.’’ You bring your fingers, tugging his slightly parted hair and he toys once with his lip ring, his tongue making an exit and gently rolling over the metal until he nods pulling you back in. Now his tongue runs over yours, delicately all while his arms are still holding firmly onto you.

A part of you can’t help but grow impatient. You’ve lived with Jungkook for about four years and in all honesty? A big part of you has wanted this for a very long time. It takes you back to when he accidentally popped in your head while your vibrator was in between your legs, your body in a desperate need for a release. You were so fucking needy tonight and you didn’t care.

‘’Touch me Jungkook. Please.’’ You mumble against his lips, your hips grinding more against him to feel him as close as you possibly can. You expect for Jungkook to do just that, instead he starts shaking under your neediness. You grow concerned, retrieving slowly to get a good look at him.

‘’Did I say something wrong?’’ Jungkook bites his lip, shaking his head to indicate a no. He pulls you closer again, his lips brushing against yours, ‘’You have no fucking clue how many times I’ve imagined you begging for my touch.’’ He whispers, grabbing a hold of your hair making you gasp. ‘’So I’m going to give you just that.’’ His arm unleashes from your form instead grabbing a hold of your exposed shoulders in your loose t-shirt. His hands feel cold against your burning hot skin, causing your nipples to erect.

Jungkook takes notice of how perky your breasts now are, his hand trailing further down giving one of them a firm squeeze. You feel like you’re dreaming, Jungkook’s words are slurring in the back of your brain. He’s thought of you as you have of him. You grab a hold of his black t-shirt, tugging at it as his fingers trace over your nipples, pinching it in between his fingers and your hold only tightens as you pant against his mouth. ‘’Is this enough?’’ He asks soothingly and you almost lose all your patience, wanting for him to throw you on the bed and take you as if this is the only night he’ll be able to touch you.

‘’No.’’

‘’Then tell me where you want me to touch you.’’ You lock your eyes with his, grabbing hold of his wrist belonging to his hand attached to your breast. You drag it longer down and under your t-shirt. He doesn’t move his fingers once they touch your heat, already being soaked enough for him to just slide in with ease.

‘’Here–’’ You hold his thumb, pressing it onto your clit. Jungkook’s mouth parts as you continue using his fingers on yourself. The sight of you being so desperate for him, and mostly his fingers almost makes him finish right in his pants. The way your lips are perfectly parted, your brows furrowed as his fingers slide in with ease inside of you. You grind yourself on his fingers, still frozen, not daring to move and Jungkook gulps trying his best to remain as he’s loving every bit of you using his fingers to make yourself come right in front of his eyes.

‘’Right here.’’ You sigh, closing your eyes as the pleasure increases within you. Jungkook loses it, curling his fingers inside of you making you snap under his move. You smile in victory knowing you made him lose all patience with you toying around.

It isn’t until Jungkook picks up a pace that your smile turns to an ‘o’, an awaited moan finally escaping your lips. Jungkook’s cock was begging to be touched, becoming so hard he felt as if he’d turn dizzy. Your moans were soothing under his skin, reminding him of the wave of pleasure he’s giving you.

‘’Mmm~’’ You’re still tugging at his t-shirt, focusing just on the pleasure and reaching your orgasm. Jungkook doesn’t stop, his thumb circling around your clit all while two fingers are shoved deep inside of your walls, hitting your g-spot nicely. You’re surprised over how good Jungkook is at fingering you. He’s so dedicated to making you finish all over his fingers and the thought is definitely pushing you closer to your orgasm appearing in the pit of your stomach.

Jungkook pulls you closer, faces mere inches apart. ‘’I want you to look at me.’’ You do as he says, maintaining eye contact. The room fills up with the sounds from Jungkook’s fingers re-entering you. As your high reaches, you let out a strained moan, eyes still locked to Jungkook’s which have turned darker than earlier. His lip ring is dangling free, his lip going once or twice back to playing with it. You get more aroused by the minute, Jungkook’s fingers have stopped moving inside of you.

‘’Fuck, you look so hot when you finish all over my fingers.’’ The praise sends a warm fuzzy feeling, heating your cheeks more than before. You’re anticipated for what’s next, although you really wanna fill your mouth up with his cock.

Seeing Jungkook is staying silent, not knowing what’s next you surprise him by taking his fingers out of you. He doesn’t hesitate to lick off your glistening arousal that coated his fingers.

‘’I’ve been dying to do this.’’ You drop down to your knees, roaming your hands on his thighs, squeezing his skin under your palms. Jungkook hisses from the contact, his eyes never leaving yours and patiently awaiting for your next move.

You remove his gray sweatpants, keeping the boxers on for the upcoming teasing you will accomplish. You palm him through the fabric, moving your head towards it, peppering it with small kisses.

‘’This is so fucking mean– ah!’’ You cup him, grabbing his erection firmly. At least he’ll stop complaining for now. Your hands are done exploring, Jungkook’s cheeks have turned pink from the impatience of wanting you to suck him off. You know he wants it, despite the fact that you’re taking your time – not knowing if this is a one time thing or not. You want to enjoy him fully.

It’s as if all Jungkook’s prayers are answered when you finally pull his boxers down, tongue flicking over his tip, glistening with pre-cum. ‘’Shit.’’ He murmurs, head throwing back in disbelief over how your tongue is running on his tip at this very moment.

You open wider, welcoming him a bit more in, hand pumping for what you don’t cover with your mouth just yet. It takes almost a split five seconds of sucking his tip off and Jungkook lets out a moan for you to hear. He sounds almost desperate, the moan being mildly hoarse.

Your cheeks hollow as you take him further in your mouth, tongue flatly running along his veins. He’s a lot to handle, but your mouth does the job.

‘’Don’t stop.’’ He lowly mutters, his hand holding your cheek, rubbing smoothly in patterns. You obey, continuing in a pace that has Jungkook grunting and breathing heavily only caused by your mouth. You feel overly confident knowing you have a certain effect on Jungkook. You moan against his dick, the thought overflowing you and Jungkook bucks his hips towards you in a thrust. He continues to fuck your mouth, his cock now coated in your spit.

‘’I think now’s the time that I finally fuck you.’’ Jungkook expresses.

You remove your mouth, some spit landing on your chin; your hand still holding onto the base of his cock. ‘’Oh yeah? Who said you’d be the one to dom?’’ Jungkook is in shock over your words, shivering at the thought of you completely taking control over his body. Jungkook’s silence is enough for you to know he’s toying with the idea of you taking over.

‘’Okay. Take control of me.’’ He throws his shirt over his head, exposing his abs and fully tattooed sleeve to you, laying down comfortably, inviting you in between his legs. You follow his movements, taking off your shirt and dropping your panties to the ground. Now moving towards him, wanting to ride him out like there’s no tomorrow.

Your hips now straddling him, grinding against his cock and coating him in your arousal from earlier. Jungkook’s hesitant to touch you, his hand moving and holding tight in a pillow instead.

Your fingers examine his face – mostly his lip because of his piercing – you’re in doubt if you can play with it, so you let your fingers rest on his cheek. It’s as if Jungkook knew your doubt, guiding your finger and letting it rest on the metal of the ring. You bite your lip, gently moving the piercing back and forth.

‘’Do you have any idea how turned on I get by this?’’ Jungkook interrupts your session of toying with his lip ring. You freeze, mouth agape all while shaking your head no.

Jungkook presses you down, your folds making direct contact to his cock and it’s so fucking hard. He wasn’t lying.

‘’Please, just fucking ride me already.’’ He sucks in a breath noticing how needy that actually sounded from his part. He loved how you took your time with him but he wasn’t going to last very long if he didn’t experience the feeling of how you convulse around his cock while he’s inside of you.

‘’Because you asked so nicely.’’ You prop yourself, taking a hold of the base of his cock and guiding it to your entrance. The tip barely reaches all the way in and Jungkook’s eyes are closed, panting lowly. The sight is definitely something you could get used to, seeing him getting all worked up for your touch and now mostly your cunt wrapped around him.

You drop further down, Jungkook’s dick now fully nestled inside of you. You whimper out of sensation of how well he’s stretching you out. You start bucking your hips, a hiss leaving your mouth as you ride him tenderly.

Jungkook’s eyes are still screwed shut, his eyebrows grown close and his mouth slightly parted, showcasing just how pleased he is by you. You rake your fingernails in his chest as you pick up your pace, sensing the familiar knot re-appearing.

‘’Fucking hell,’’ Jungkook curses, his eyes now roaming your body and how smoothly you move above him. He takes his chances, grabbing your ass tightly making you jerk your hips out of the sudden control Jungkook is having again.

You like that he’s testing out how much he’s allowed to do. Almost as if he’s being careful with you as you’re a delicate flower petal.

You’re determined to make yourself and him finish in the short amount of time and seeing Jungkook’s fucked out face, you’re close to reaching your goal.

‘’You feel so good–’’ You praise, receiving a small smile from Jungkook. Your hips are close to giving up, riding as if you have the whole time in the world.

‘’Come on, you’re so close.’’ Jungkook encourages you, moving his grip on you along with your movements.

Your legs begin to lightly shake, dissolving into pleasure and finally reaching your second high. Jungkook grunts, feeling your arousal on his cock as you keep riding it. It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to lose himself completely, coming undone inside of you and filling you up with every drop he has to give.

''Holy shit.'' You say a bit out of breath, trying to regain a bit of consciousness.

''I can't believe we just fucked.'' ''Makes two of us.''

He turns his head towards you, looking into your eyes, causing small butterflies to appear in the pit of your stomach.

You smile. ''What?'' you ask, still giggling a bit.

''I- did you know you look really pretty after getting fucked?'' He asks, running his fingers along your arm.

Shit, that was hot.

''Stop it Jeon.'' You respond by giving him a small smack on his chest once again.

''What? I'm serious.'' There they were, once again the butterflies in the pit of your stomach, not wanting to disappear.

''So, what now?''

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BTS (OT7) X Female Reader :

You are from the biggest gg ever known to earth, adding to that, You have an innocent & nice personality whom everyone looks up too as a role model. But only YOU and the SEVEN members know what kind of a freak and nasty slut you are, and what goes underneath that innocent mask of you.

Like the usual, both STAR! & BTS have showed up to an award ceremony called “Seoul Music Awards” where every kpop act get congratulated and awarded for their great effort. It’s like a usual day for them, knowing both of them got the most awards & congratulations this night. BTS decided to celebrate by doing their favorite thing. As for STAR! and the rest of the idols, everyone left early except for You (and some of the staff) You were left alone with bts in their dressing room wearing only a thight dress with nothing underneath but only a bare pussy and a big butt plug.

The boys started making their way towards You, they were drunk as hell and so was You. While being drunk, You were sensually dancing and teasing the boys by groping their crotch. Jimin decided to stop the teasing by fully holding you and thus ur bare pussy and butt plug showed up.

“Fuck, you are so hot” Jimin said while parting your legs and letting everyone see ur pussy and ass. Jhope came next to you and started playing with ur butt plug, while pulling it out and putting it back, while Jin came by ur side and started slapping ur pussy and spreading ur folds, everyone was amazed by your pussy all while whispering dirty words to you and you knew she was for in a long ride this night. You were then put in front of one of the boys’ makeup desk with a mirror, your pussy was spread open and so many makeup tools were being showed in your pussy. You can’t get enough of it, you loves having different sensations in ur pussy. Jin started by shoving a long & thick brush in ur pussy while playing with ur clit. Another member was playing with ur butt plug and another one was holding ur face and slapping it all while saying profanities.

“Fucken Slut!! You like that hmm?” Hobi said while repeatedly slapping and spitting on your face.

Namjoon noticed his microphone laying next to the table and immediately got it and shoved it right through Your pussy, it was a new sensation for you to have a microphone inside of you and you were so smitten n happy about it.

He spent a minute playing with his microphone inside your pussy until you started squirting while letting obscene & loud moans. At the same time, hobi left out your butt plug long ago and was fisting your ass with his full hand. A white liquid came out ur pussy at the same time and englobed namjoon’s microphone, the boys couldn’t get enough of this sight as Jin pulled his phone out and took a video of him spreading and playing with your messy wet pussy and gaped asshole.

“Fuck, this is so good… I want MOREEE” You shouted as namjoon pulled the microphone out ur pussy roughly and shoved it down ur asshole.

"Get down on your knees whore” Taehyung demanded.

You gets down on her knees with the microphone still on your ass as they all form a circle around you unbuttoning their pants and letting out their hard throbbing cocks. All of them stands in front of you slapping their cocks in ur face at the same time.

“You fuckin whore..” Namjoon said as he slams his cock down your throat.

You were being roughly fucked on your face gagging on namjoon’s cock, holding yoongi’s & jungkook’s cocks in your hands, jacking them off while jimin and taehyung were pinching n sucking on your nipples and hobi being the last one was playing behind your back with the microphone inside your asshole. You stopped jacking off yoongi’s cock with your right hand and immediately went down your pussy and started rubbing it, you started slapping it repeatedly then shoved four fingers inside and started fucking yourself while at the same time hobi was fucking your asshole with the microphone filled and encircled with your thick cum and squirting.

"Mmmm Fuck. Fuck me like the dirty slut I am” You said while continuing jacking and sucking the boys off.

“You like that bitch hmm? You can never get enough even if both of your slutty gaped pussy and ass are full with different things? “

“Now open your mouth bitch” Jin said while holding your face, slapping it and spitting inside and outside your mouth. Then the rest of the boys made it their mission to spray you also with their spit and smearing it along your face until your whole make up came out cakey and slippery.

Taehyung dragged you unexpectedly by the hair, held you on the air and immediately shoved his cock towards you pussy. you let out a loud moan in the second you got filled with his cock, he started brutally fucking and thrusting into you as you bounce back on his cock repeatedly. He stopped for a second as Jimin went behind your back and immediately shoved his cock into your ass. You were being completely sandwiched between the boys, both of them started fucking into you harder, harder and at the same time.

The other boys were standing next to you, jacking their cocks off all while at the same time they were repeatedly kissing your face, leaving hickeys, screaming profanities into your ears and slapping your face multiple times.

You let out loud & sexy moans as you were close to cum. The boys were not helping as they were also pinching and rubbing your clit as you felt like you were gonna squirt.

“please….. im so fuckin close” You moaned softly

You collapsed on jimin breathing heavily as he still hold you on his arms, your head laying on him. Taehyung pulled out of you, long tail of white cum following him while jimin was still inside your ass. Your legs were being spread then yoongi harshly and roughly fingered your pussy until you started squirting. Him and taehyung both ran the tip of their cocks over your folds as squirt continued to splash them both in their faces. As if it wasn’t enough, Jungkook shoved his whole fist into your pussy, fucking his whole fist back and forth into you as again squirt continued to splash everyone and everything.

You didn’t get to have their cum inside you but them fingering and fisting the squirt outta you also made you see stars. You was then thrown like a rag doll into namjoon arms as he quickly sat on the ground with you on the top, and positioned his cock on your asshole while you are facing him back, spreading your back and letting everyone see the state of your pussy and face. Jungkook came and sat also on the ground next to joon and quickly trusted his dick on your asshole. Now you had two cocks inside your ass while your pussy was being left alone and wide open for the rest of the boys to see and jack off about.

“FUCK” you scream loud from the pain and impact of having two cocks inside your ass at the same time but it quickly switched to pleasure, intense and loud moaning as you close your eyes and let the boys take care of you.

As you close your eyes, the boys suddenly stopped thrusting into your ass, you quickly opened it just to find yoongi kneeling to your face and kissing it as he shoved his cock into your pussy. Yoongi pushed himself deeper into you slowly till he bottomed you up. They started thrusting in and out slowly, gently at first letting you get adjusted to the feeling of three cocks in your slutty holes.

Now the three of them get to fuck you at the same time, they were thrusting and fucking you at the same time. You started moaning loudly as they began to fuck you roughly and brutally all while yelling profanities and insults at you.

The room was filled with heavy breathings, loud moans, slapping and dirty talk. It’s sure that some of the staff outside heard your moans and the sound of skin slapping but hey you like it you love being the slut of those 7 boys.

You were about to cum hard, panting and breathing heavily while feeling your orgasm starting to build up. And so you cummed while panting and bitting your lips. You collapsed on the ground, the three cocks left your holes long ago as squirt & cum rushed out of your holes like a waterfall. But you still hadn’t have enough of them and their cocks.

All was left are jin and jhope. They held you in the air and quickly shoved their cocks into you. Jin inside your pussy and jhope inside your ass. They spent some minutes thrusting and fucking into you harder and harder. Both of your pussy and ass were letting obscene and divine sounds, with so much cum oozing out your pussy while being fucked by Jin. They were all about to cum hard.

“Let’s all cum on her face!! on your knees BITCH” Jhope yelled as he took you by your hair and made you roughly sit on the ground. All the boys encircled you, pumping their cocks off aggressively to your face. Not only that but Jungkook held you on his arms, spread your legs and let everyone cum to your pussy. Both of your face and pussy were sticky from their cum and you loved it so much. You took a bunch of it with your fingers and shoved it to both your face & pussy like a dirty slut.

“Now comes the time to humiliate you more..” namjoon said while putting you on your knees.

You had namjoon’s belt put around your neck and you were being walked like a dog following their masters in a park. You were naked and filled with their sticky and delicious cum. The boys made it their mission to walk you naked outside their dressing room. Luckily, the staff was on the other leg of the arena so no one saw you but still it was an exciting moment that made you more horny and wet.

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jungshookz · 9 months

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Smitten!y/n

"[quietly] When I helped the guy I was in love with get his girl because I thought maybe he'd fall in love with me in the process- Wha- okay, I feel attacked!"

"Nothing to feel attacked by, they're just stating the truth-"

"Yoongi- shouldn't you be at work?"

"Slow day today. And this is far more interesting."

talk to my characters!

#anon asks #smitten!yoongi #bff!kook

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alphabetboyluvr · 10 months

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throttle - jjk | four

one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven

warnings - smut, a lil dirty talk over text, titwank, lil spit, lil degradation, lots of praise <3, handjob, showers, vaginal sex, (1) reference to you up?, jungkook cums 3 times in this one, the oc.... does not. CURIOUS. jaykay is soooo smitten :( Busan is proposed!! oh how our throttle couple luv busan <3, the angst is about to go from a 2 to a 6, jk is the pied piper, jk and cc play the desperation olympics, and they both lose!! namjoon is the worst (calls the oc a sket (twice!))

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minors dni // posted to wp late 2021 // series masterlist

"Look what the cat dragged in," you smile, all big and bashful as soon as you see him.

It's been a little while; too long, you think. Different schedules and busy personal lives have kept you apart - but none of the distance ever matters. It always melts away with one flash of his pearly smile, which he often tries (and fails) to contain around you.

"I wish," he groans, flopping onto your sofa. You're on the floor, typing away on your laptop, indifferent to the way he just lets himself into your apartment. It's been this way for a while now. "Haven't been near pussy in ages."

You gag, as if he's your brother or something. "Shut the fuck up, Yoongi."

He's dressed down in a pair of jeans and a shirt two sizes too big for him, but you can smell his laundry detergent from where you're sat. He's made an effort.

"You started it," he snorts, eyes not on you, but on your television. It's playing some muted drama that neither of you care for. He knows this, even when he asks you, "Whatcha watching?"

"Dunno," you hum, as predicted. "Just had it on for company."

Yoongi nods, understanding the desire.

He does it too; leaves the television running just so that he doesn't have to be alone with his thoughts.

Things are better these days. He's not as scared as he once was. It's been a couple of weeks, and after all, time heals. Eases. Pacifies.

Yoongi asks what you're doing, and pretends to be shocked when you tell him you're stalking.

"Who is it this time?"

"Just a guy."

"It's never 'just a guy'."

It's morbid, the curiosity that Yoongi forces himself to endure. It's like your nails have a grasp around his heart, and with every beat of it, they sink further into the muscle. The more attached he becomes, the deeper the pain runs.

You don't realise quite how profoundly his blood turns green. He's good at feigning indifference; good at pretending like it is just a crush.

And so he asks questions because he wants to hurt himself a little bit more. Wants his heart to ache. Wants to feel the discomfort he so closely associates with love. It's reached a point where he thinks love has to hurt, otherwise, it's not real.

"Since when has a guy ever been more than just a guy," you toy back. None of your past lovers have ever lasted too long. You doubt Jungkook will, either. Just the way the cookie crumbles.

"Since you fall in love at the drop of a hat," Yoongi smiles. His eyes are slightly clouded, the sombre vapour of burnt-out desire smoking in them.

"I've never been in love," you retort a little too quickly.

It's not a lie, but it makes way for the admittance of something else instead: you just love the attention that comes with men fawning after you.

And so you let Yoongi think that you have the capacity within you to love, because you fear that the love he has for you is conditional; transactional.

You just have to trust that the intentions behind acts of love are pure. You have to trust.

This issue with trust is that it's earned, not owed; and nobody has ever earned your trust. Never. Serpents lie beneath roses, and you'll be damned if you pick one either way, 'cause if it ain't a fang, it's a thorn that'll get you instead.

"Anyways," you hum, not wanting to dwell on the topic. All of your searches of Jungkook's name have garnered minimal results, nothing of which you can be sure relates to him. Now, you need a distraction and Yoongi is as good as any. Your knees click as you stretch out, and Yoongi winces at the sound, before you plonk yourself down on the sofa next to him. "What shall we order for dinner?"

There's a howl of wind sneaking between the cracks in your window panes; a stark reminder that winter is still here, and it's still as bitter as ever. Like the river you walk across on a near-daily basis, your heart will take a while to thaw.

But as with all seasons, winter will mollify; and perhaps so will the ice chains that wrap themselves around your warmest muscle. Maybe. The way Jungkook hugs around your chest when he takes you from behind already has the ice weeping in the dark of night. You think it's just some kind of placebo effect. Best not to get carried away with sensation.

Yoongi says something, but you're not listening. All you can hear is the soft splatter of water dripping from the ice; right down onto the chime that's oscillating in your stomach again. Fuck.

Across the street from your apartment complex sits a black SsangYong. It lurks in the shadows; silent, sinister, stalking.

A curt snap echoes through the car, as Namjoon breaks a Pepero stick in half, much to Jungkook's annoyance.

That's literally not how you eat them, he seethes internally. His nostrils are a little flared, and his eyes are hard as they stare out the window and across to the stairs that lead up to your entryway. It has a plain end for a reason.

Namjoon knows this, obviously. Doesn't care. Can sense the way it's getting under Jungkook's skin, so he does it again.

"No point in us being here," Jungkook eventually huffs, channelling his disdain into something - anything - that isn't how fucking annoying Namjoon is. It's been nearly an hour.

"Whoever owns that heap of shit has to come out, soon," Namjoon says of the Mini parked outside of your apartment block. He mutters under his breath for what must be the millionth time, "Fuckin' Ajumma's car."

"It's a John Cooper Works," Jungkook says a little flippantly. He's not impressed, not by any means, but he knows it isn't something to turn his nose up at. Might look like the kind of thing his mother would have loved, but it packs a punch. Limited edition, factory-grade. One of only two thousand. A mean little beast that'd give his Pony a run for its money, even with the mods.

"Okay? Tell Mr John Cooper that it's still an Ajumma's car," Namjoon shrugs. He doesn't give a shit about imports. They're all weak in comparison to the homegrown beauties he likes to drive. Jungkook could argue for days that he's wrong, but Namjoon simply wouldn't bother to listen - so what was the point? "Anyways," he continues, snapping another chocolate coated stick. It's about now that Jungkook wishes Peperos would have sharp ends so that he could stick them in his ears. "Either the fucker who drives it comes out now, or he says inside and carries on railing the sket until the sun comes up. Doesn't matter which. We've got a car to keep tabs on."

"You don't know he's fucking her-"

"We've both seen her," Namjoon scoffs, mouth half full, a little biscuit dust puffing out from his plump lips. "He's screwing the absolute fuck out of her."

"What does that even mean?" Jungkook's nose really is upturned, now. "You're just being vulgar for the sake-"

"Oh, give over. What was the first thing you said about her?"

"I-"

"Prissy bitch," Namjoon imitates. "Stick up her ass - pretty good ass though."

It almost makes Jungkook laugh, because while his former self isn't wrong (he thinks your ass is a gift from the Gods), he knows that it's your tits he could worship all day long.

If it were him in your apartment, he knows he'd be doing just that. Praising you; Worshipping, devoting, revering. He's never believed in God, not really. Never prays, never looks to the sky and mumbles words of desperation; but when he's beneath you, he finds himself beseeching. Imploring the man in the sky to let him feel the way that he feels when he's inside of you forever. Sometimes he wonders if you must be what heaven feels like. Knows he'd sacrafice himself for it. For you.

In theory, at least. Fears if he tells Namjoon this, he'll have to experience it in practise. He's not ready to, not yet. Just in case he's wrong, and he really does lose the closest thing to heaven that he's ever known.

"I just think we're going to an awful lot of effort for this," he deflects. "The more we know about this girl, the more variables we have to consider, and the less likely it is that we can actually get this shit done."

"We knew less last time," Namjoon says without skipping a beat. He knows this game better than most. Knows that it's imperative that they resolve the mess they made in the gas station as quickly as possible. "And look at where that got us - beating up some fuckin' dude who didn't have a clue what was going on."

"You didn't have to go so hard on him."

"I did. You know I did."

Silence resumes, and remains that way until Namjoon whacks Jungkook on his chest with the back of his hand a few hours later. His attention is diverted from his phone, which drops to his laps as his neck almost snaps to look in the direction of your apartment.

You're laughing as you walk down the stairs from your entryway. Jungkook thinks he can hear you.

He can't. He just remembers. Know the way it almost sounds like you're hiccuping when you start struggling to draw more air into your lungs, too happy to focus on keeping yourself alive.

Your body leans into the guy you're with, and there's an ease to the way you are together, one that has Jungkook feeling all uneasy. He adjusts in his seat - earns himself a hiss from Namjoon for being 'distracting' - and tries to focus on anything but the way you pull the guy in for a hug. It's not necessarily anything more than platonic, but it's not the hug of a stranger, either.

"It's him," Namjoon's voice is low, barely a vibration between his lips. "Guy from the gas station. Sket is shitting where she eats." He laughs. "Un-fucking-believable."

Jungkook says nothing. It's a little hard to speak with the weight of the world crashing down on your lungs, though.

Instead he simply nods, and reaches for his phone.

꾹: i gotta see you.

꾹: think i'm going crazy without you.

You don't reply until you're inside, clearing up the remains of the food you'd shared with Yoongi.

You: i'm not a therapist :/

꾹: please.

You: my place or yours?

꾹: mine.

When Namjoon asks who Jungkook is texting, he lies.

"Just Jin. Says if we have a visual on the driver, we're good to go."

"Good to go?" The question is asked an octave or so higher than Namjoon's usual deep drawl, surprised at such an instruction. "Thought we had to tail?"

Jungkook shrugs. "Change of plan. Says Kang ain't around to report to, so it doesn't matter what we do."

His lies will catch up with him eventually, but not today.

Today, Jungkook gets to pretend like everything is okay for just a little while longer. He's lucky that Jin trusts him enough to get the job done. He won't ask questions, will just know that whatever reason Jungkook had to lie will be worth it in the long run. He's a good worker, part of the team. He'd never intentionally sabotage them.

Or at least, he was a good worker. Was part of the team. Was never one to sabotage. Was one to play by the rules, and always win.

But Jungkook is playing games with trick dice, now. Rolling doubles every single time. He's gonna be the first to reach the exit line, but he's gonna reach it alone.

"Alright," Namjoon sighs, starting the engine up. The lights from his headlamps flare in front of the vehicle, flooding the desolate road. It's always quiet around these parts after it hits midnight.

A little off the beaten track, your place is on the backstreets; somewhere inconspicuous. Somewhere easily hidden. Concealed. The daughter of a politician disguised in breadline poverty.

Jungkook kind of hates that he knows where you live.

Not because he doesn't want to know, but because you haven't shown him. You've always gone back to his. He wouldn't suggest anything else, for fear of being caught without reason down around your side of town. There are only so many times he can lie about late-night boxing sessions without someone catching on.

"What a waste of an evening," Namjoon huffs a little more. He's a smart guy, smarter than Jungkook and probably every other fucker who congregates at Old Kang's place, but he's credulous to an absolute fault when it comes to the fuckers he runs the streets with. Would never betray a single one of them - not even Jungkook.

"It was past your bedtime, like, three hours ago. Consider yourself lucky that you got to stay out and play for this long," Jungkook ribs.

See, Namjoon's partner doesn't like him staying out so late. They worry. Blow up his phone, not to control, but out of concern. They've seen the dark side of the business that the boys are caught up in, and don't want that darkness to stain the colours of the man they love.

It's a mean jibe, and between close friends, it would have been funny -but the pair of them haven't laughed together in weeks.

Not since Jungkook fucked Namjoon's younger sister.

He hadn't meant for it to go as far as it had, but she was keen and he was horny. What's a boy to do?

They'd been in the same year group at school, so it's not like it was the most absurd pairing in the world. Never been friends, not really, but knew each other well enough that they always managed to strike up a conversation after a few drinks.

She was always hanging around the bars the boy went to, and Jungkook had been letting his hair down; one last night of freedom before he had to knuckle down and start the job Kang was assigning them.

He'll never admit it, but your assumptions about him on the first night you met were right. The KNJ on his phone was a FWB turned far too clingy: Kim Naejeon.

Needless to say, Namjoon hasn't exactly been Jungkook's biggest fan since he found out. Such is life.

Jungkook's phone buzzes in his lap, and he's relieved to see two little c's on the screen where the message ID is.

You: time?

꾹: just on my way home.

꾹: lemme send a taxi to yours.

Sat on your floor again, laptop open with your last search - jungkook, daegu, pony - on screen, you find yourself deafened by the chime in your stomach. It rings like the theme to a studio ghibli film, all pompous and ridiculous, and warm and lovely.

You sound like a banshee, squeaking with badly handled excitement. The shrill noise that escapes your lips as you throw your phone onto the sofa is borderline psychotic.

You never get like this over a boy.

You don't actually think you've ever squealed over a boy before, but one small act of chivalry - the bare minimum - has you doing somersaults.

It's funny, because it's not like he's the first guy to ever suggest sending a taxi your way. Unlike all of Yoongi's offers, though, you accept. You play it all cool and coy by simply sending him through your address, not like he needs it.

꾹: on its way.

꾹: i can't wait to see you.

You're not really sure how to deal with such a declaration. It's needy and pathetic and if it were any other boy, it would have you throwing up in your mouth - but it's not just any boy. It's him.

You: someone's a little desperate.

You don't have it in you to play nice, even if your grin is wider than the river behind your apartment block. Jungkook doesn't expect any less. In fact, he smiles when the message comes through - and quickly stiffens his cheeks again, not wanting Namjoon to make a comment.

꾹: desperate?

꾹: i'm not sure this is a game you want to play, CC.

Oh, how wrong he is.

You: i love games.

The double-entendre isn't lost on him, but any ability to not let you affect him is. Blood pumps around his body faster. Harder. It rushes, almost, with a single destination in mind. Makes him adjust ever so slightly in his seat, his spare hand coming to rest between his legs. He used to think he had self-control, but you're constantly surprising him.

He's learnt more about himself since he met you than he has in years. Realised that he isn't maybe who he thinks he is. Doesn't dwell on it, though, 'cause he enjoys the way it feels when the crotch of his trousers gets tighter.

꾹: i only like them when i win.

You: i only ever win.

꾹:we'll see about that tonight.

You: oh?

꾹: see who really is the desperate one.

You: its you :) x

The taxi arrives far faster than you expect, but Jungkook is pleased when he checks the app and sees the car en-route to his. He takes a note of the number plate and the registered driver. Doesn't trust the drivers around here. They're too fast without enough skill, he always thinks. Has lost count of the number of busses he's seen rear-end asshole taxi drivers. Luckily the roads are dead at this time of night, but he'll be damned if anything happens to you.

꾹: sure about that?

꾹: i know a few ways to get you a little desperate.

You: you don't know shit.

꾹: i know you get a little desperate when my hand is round your throat.

You: bullshit.

꾹: i know you get incredibly desperate when my fingers are in your mouth.

You: your fingers have never been in my mouth.

It's a lie. Of course it is. It's kinda become rare for the two of you to fuck without them being in your mouth at some point or another, whether it's to clean them off or just to give him a visual of just how devoted you look when he does it. He loves it and so do you.

꾹: no?

Jungkook almost ignores Namjoon as he asks, "what are you smiling at?", only to tell him that it's none of his business, lowering the brightness of his screen and clicking through into his camera roll.

He's a visual guy. Likes the things he can see. Tangible stuff. The photo that comes through to your phone has you flustered.

It's just the lower half of your face, and Jungkook's distinctive, tattooed hands in your mouth. There's a sheen to your lips. His fingers, too.

It's alarming how quickly you've become so comfortable with him. You barely know the guy. Shame that the alarm bells are always muted by the chime in your stomach.

You: must be some other girl ;)

꾹: told you already, CC.

꾹: i'm not interested in any other girls.

꾹: i only wanna see you.

When a picture of your legs, crossed and poised prettily in the back of the taxi, comes through to his phone, he's pleased. You're wearing tights. It's one of his favourite things a girl can wear - though he's not really sure why. He just loves how soft they are, how smooth they feel against his skin. Has him thinking about running his hands up and down them, and the way he knows you'll be looking all smug when he does so.

You: i'll see u soon x

You: desperate ;)

Jungkook thinks about locking his phone. Thinks about leaving you hanging. Thinks about the fact it will probably put you on edge a little if he doesn't reply - but he's weak. Knows that not replying will just put him on edge instead.

꾹: will it make you feel better if i admit it?

You: yes.

꾹: fine.

꾹: been thinking about you since the moment you left my apartment last.

꾹: impossible not to when my fucking pillows smell like you.

꾹: think about you when i smell gasoline at kangs.

꾹: think about you when i stop at red lights.

꾹: also think about how fucking wet you were the last time we stopped at one.

꾹: i'm at a red light right now.

꾹: god, i gotta fuck you.

You: told you you were desperate :)

꾹: i am.

You: how do you want me tonight?

꾹: naked.

You: that goes without saying, no?

꾹: naked and begging.

You: i don't beg.

You: not for any man.

꾹: c'mon, CC. a little reciprocation goes a long way.

꾹: you got me on my metaphorical knees.

꾹: be nice of you to get on yours.

You roll your eyes as the taxi rolls to a stop downtown, just by Jungkooks place. It parks on the wrong side of the street, but you pay it no notice. Chalk it up to a GPS error on the app.

You: i'm pulling up to yours now. you home yet?

꾹: not yet. be about 5. let yourself in. code is 0901.

There's a casual intimacy to the way in which Jungkook trusts you with his door code. It's an act of convenience, not anything to read too much into, but you're a creature of habit. Assumptions are your bread and butter. If there are conclusions to be jumped to, you're getting your pole vault out. Setting a new PB. Going for the world record.

So no, it doesn't have to mean anything. You know it probably doesn't - but you indulge in the 'what if' just for the hell of it.

His apartment is cold, the ondol off, one of the windows cracked open ever so slightly to let the air out. Winters are dry round these parts, and Jungkook has an odd paranoia around developing black mould in his apartment. It's not unwarranted - he's pretty sure his last place made him sick because of it. Knows for certain that it made his mother weaker before she passed. Refuses to let history ever repeat itself.

You're unaware of this, though, and slide the window shut. It's the height of winter, and he knows damn well if he's gonna get lucky tonight that it's gotta be a little bit warmer in his apartment.

You take a moment to refamiliarise yourself with his place. There's not much. A little furniture, some prints you recognise from the market downtown up on his wall. There are no personal artifacts, though. No more clues as to who Jungkook really is. You'll have him naked tonight, granted, but you won't have him naked. He won't be vulnerable; laid bare.

But you're not exactly gonna complain when you have him bare in the other sense.

In fact, you think you much prefer it this way. It'll be easier to let him go when the time inevitably comes.

You toss your coat on his desk chair and your shoes are kicked beneath it, not caring much for neatness. The rest of your clothes follow suit, and then you're waiting, all desperate and pliant, just like he asked for.

Though you're not one to beg, you're aware of how nicely he had requested - and how hot and bothered he had gotten you en-route to his place.

There's a thrum in your chest, and it beats to the same harmonious melody that the chime in your stomach produces.

Back straight, feathers smoothed, you're a songbird waiting for someone to hear your call. It only takes a few moments, the beep of Jungkook's keypad echoing through the door as he punches in the code adding a new layer to your song.

"Hey," he calls through, his voice muffled slightly through the sliding partition doors. The glass is frosted, but you can make out his silhouette as he kicks his shoes off by the door. "Just been on a job. Emergency at an office building downtown. Some bad wires. Tripped."

The lies roll off his tongue like butter in a hot pan. They sizzle. Spit. Burn you and scar you with the portrayal of a man who isn't who he pretends to be.

Thing is, Jungkook is exactly who he pretends to be.

He really does get too hot in the night, and genuinely does find videos of kids falling over far funnier than he knows he should. His hair sticks up on end when he wakes up, and he loves his car more than life itself. The way he winces after taking shots, and his dimples, which form in moments of contemplation beneath his cheeks, are entirely natural to him.

None of it - none of him - is a lie. At his core, Jungkook is the idea in your head; the yellow of midafternoon sun before it sets.

He's the amber light that flashes before fading into red.

That's his issue, though. Inevitably, he will always, unavoidably, turn red.

Jungkook likes to tell himself he's not a bad person. He just does bad things, occasionally. But don't we all?

Yeah, the voice in his head would rationalise. But bad things are sneakily not paying for plastic carrier bags at supermarket self-checkouts, or failing to tell a friend they have food stuck in their teeth. Not petty violent crimes and conspiracy to-

"Took your time," you flirt.

It takes him longer than he'd like to get from his kitchen and to where you are, his laces proving to be a bit of a bitch when he's in a hurry. He's dressed down, a pair of light wash jeans clinging to his thighs for dear life, a baggy grey sweater hiding that itty bitty waist of his.

You find yourself smiling, his presence bringing more than just the promise of satisfied desire.

It's dangerous how you can't hear anything other than the chime in your stomach whenever you see him. Might deafen you one day. Or maybe you'll hear it so often that it will just fade into white noise. Not a favourable outcome, not by any stretch of the imagination.

"Holy fuckin' shit."

You tilt your head and feign confusion, as if you don't know why he's salivating like a dog being offered a bone. You're on your knees, as requested, palms flat on the tops of your thighs; not naked, but you may as well be. A lace red set leaves little to the imagination, one of his flannel shirts draped over your shoulders to keep you warm - but also 'cause he seems like the kind of guy to eat that shit up.

So while you're right where he wanted you, as he struggles to form a coherent sentence, he's exactly where you wanted him.

Finally, he finds a few words.

"Desperation looks good on you, CC."

Arrogant son of a bitch, you think, but there's a grin on your lips that you just can't hide.

"Mmm," you flirt, not caring to drag things out. You want him so badly that hard to get seems like a dumb idea. "Maybe - but I think you'll find I look better on your dick."

His shoulders pull up towards his ears, head dropping as a small laugh vibrates in his throat at the boldness of such a statement.

"You're not wrong - but I like this," he says, closing the space between you. His voice is soft, as one of his hands cups your cheek and angles your jaw upwards so that you're looking directly at him. His thumb traces your bottom lip, and - almost like you've been conditioned - your lips part for it to rest on your tongue. "I like this a lot."

Your lips close around it, tongue massaging his thumb as you slowly suck on it.

It's gentle, and warm, and - fuck - he's spent so long thinking about the way your mouth feels but it never compares to actually experiencing it. Your lips vibrate as you hum, satisfied with the effect you seem to be having on him.

His lips are parted, eyes void of all thoughts, as if you've bewitched him. Maybe you have. He wouldn't put it past you. There's something dark behind your eyes, something he doesn't quite understand. Something he knows better than to let himself study for too long.

Jungkook's room is dark, the glow of his fairy lights dousing him in soft reservoirs of gold. The light from his kitchen pours in behind him, his back to the clouded screen door, a halo circling around his darling blonde waves. Your eyes must be betraying you, you think, 'cause there's no way a man this heavenly exists. It's impossible.

"Bet you're wet, aren't you?" he toys, voice low, a teasing grin on those pretty pink lips of his. He may look like an angel, but there's a pair of horns hidden beneath his curls.

There's no hesitation as you nod, vocalisations cut short thanks to his thumb remaining snug between your lips. Why lie? He wants you desperate, so he's getting exactly that. You think he deserves it. Think he always makes you feel good, so why not indulge him in this little fantasy? You can play desperate, if he really wants.

"Show me," he says so quietly it's almost a whisper; almost as if he doesn't believe he's asking you to do such a thing for him. It's not like it would be the most outlandish exchange the pair of you have had together, but the vulnerability is never easy.

Never easy to ask for, never easy to give. Especially not when Jungkook is harbouring secrets that he knows would shatter the fortress walls he's built up around the pair of you.

You're unaware of this as your hand creeps between your thighs, to where a mess is pooling in your panties.

It annoys you just how eager you are for him. You wish you weren't; wish he had to work for it. The tips of your fingers push against your entrance, but it's all just for show - you've been wet since the moment he first messaged you that evening.

You let your eyes fall to his crotch. It's strained, the pale denim doing an awful job at hiding how hard he is. He's been plump the entire journey home, but now that he's here - now that you're looking like that - he's solid.

He watches you, the way you move, the slight heave of your chest, and knows that you're down just as bad as he is. You wouldn't be on your knees if you weren't. In fact, you wouldn't be here, full stop.

You reach for his belt and set about getting to work immediately. His jeans are pushed to midway down his thighs, boxers following suit. The way his cock springs out of them, all fat and proud, has you salivating.

And so it's only fair that you take it in your mouth as soon as you can.

He reaches behind you and tweaks at the clasp of your bra. It loosens almost instantly, and you hum in approval of how easily he managed to do that. You let the straps slide down your arms, his cock still in your mouth as you toss it to the side.

"Between them," he instructs.

It's tempting to just do as he says. Irresistible, almost. You want him between your tits just as much as he wants to be there, but you want him more vocal. Want him begging. It's his own fault for getting you into such a submissive position. It's a flaw, the way you need to level the playing field, but one that he never fails to deliver on.

"C'mon, CC," he whispers, voice dulcet, trapped in his throat as he suppresses a moan. "Put my cock between your tits."

Your hands fall from the backs of his thighs to play with your breasts, your nipples hard and eager for him. Vibrating around his mouth as you moan, you're pleased with the grip he has on your hair. It tightens, and when he speaks, you're convinced his voice could make you cum alone, "I'm not gonna ask you again."

His cock takes a few more strokes of your hot mouth before you withdraw, stiff and flushed in front of you. He encourages you up so that you're sat on your knees, ass up instead of resting on your ankles as it had been. There's a string of your slick running from your heels to your pussy, the mess desperately seeping from you. Jungkook can't see it, isn't aware of it, so before you do anything, you dip two of your fingers between your folds to gather it up. He watches with laboured breaths.

You don't drop contact with his eyes, not even when they're trained on your fingers. He watches as you hold them up, glittering from the reflection of his fairy lights, before your tongue licks them clean. His cock jerks, the visual stimulation building his need to come undone by tenfold.

There's a little bit of your slickness still on your fingers when you pump his cock, once, twice, three times.

"Sorry, baby," you toy with the term of endearment, the groan he exhales when you say it confirming that you need to call him sweet nothings more often. "Where did you want your cock, again?"

He's been avoiding touching your chest, not wanting to take control of the situation, but your shoulders roll back just a little, your soft mounds his for the taking. His grip drops from your hair, the tips of his fingers ghosting your chest. He runs them delicately across your stiff nipples, his touch so minimal that you feel yourself leak, pussy throbbing, desperate for more.

Resting perfectly between his index finger and thumb, your nipples are pulled ever so slightly, before he finally indulges himself and cups your tits like he so desperately wants to. He holds them together and wobbles them, obsessed with how soft they are. He edges closer, the tip of his cock nudging against your cleavage. There's a small trail of precum leaking from his tip, the sheen now coating your skin. "Right there."

Spit gathers and pools in your mouth, lips pouting as you let it drip onto your tits. Jungkook groans, his hips pushing his cock further onto your chest. You hold your tits apart, his leaking crown kissing your sternum before you angle him upwards. The soft, pillowy cushions press around his thick shaft, keeping him firmly in place.

"That's it, baby," he mewls as you spit again, this time onto the head of his cock. You drop your gaze and lower your head, tongue flat as it licks the tip, spreading your spit. His hips are jerking against you, his foreskin nestled in place, cock tugging against itself.

"Look at me," he says quietly, as dulcet as the atmosphere in his room. Your eyes meet his, as your hands firmly jiggle your cleavage. His mouth hangs ajar, brows knotted in such a way you think he looks like his mind is all tangled up. You're not wrong - he can't think straight like this. All he can think about is how much he wants to fuck you in every single capacity he can. "That's it."

You grin, but try to hide it. "You like my tits, huh?"

Jungkook wants to roll his eyes, and almost does - but then you spit again, the pace of your jiggling hands quickening, and he finds himself doubling over.

"Fuck," he whines, completely undignified. Any strong, stable demeanour he has feigned is lost as his cock gets slippery, covered in your spit, being massaged by your tits. "Spit."

The momentum is retained, but it's getting sloppier. There's limited friction, your spit acting as the perfect lube for him to fuck your tits. He doesn't really know what to do with himself, how to withhold himself from spilling onto your chest, but he's all hot and bothered. He isn't gonna last long.

"Bed," he husks, pulling away from you, not even registering the fact he's helping you up. He just kind of does it, his mind entirely on where he wants to be. "On your back."

You do as you're told, your bare back hitting his freshly laundered duvet as your head nestles into his mountain of pillows. His legs straddle either side of your chest, movements frantic as he traps his cock between your tits once more. He's in control, the pace entirely set by him, his large hands gripping the flesh of your chest like he normally does your waist.

"Shit," he hisses. "Fuckin' love your tits."

Your hands grip his ass, encouraging his movements, before one of them roams to toy with your clit. The change in your moans is noticed by Jungkook, who glances back to check you're doing what he thinks you are. Suspicions confirmed, he laughs. "Dirty bitch," he keens. "Love being owned by my cock, don't you?"

You pause, and Jungkook notices a look in your eyes. It's one he knows well; one he enjoys. Nonetheless, one that panics him when he's in such a compromising position, because it looks like you've just been challenged.

With a pathetic, pouty mewl, you push your fingers into yourself. It's quick, your fingers pumping frantically to build enough slickness on them to wipe the smirk off Jungkooks face.

The hand that's still on his ass squeezes, your nails indenting him ever so slightly. He hisses, a lopsided grin on his lips as he continues to fuck your chest - until the feeling of your soaked fingers stroking his taint has him stuttering.

You apply a little pressure, the pump of his cock slow between your tits. His breaths are laboured. It almost sounds like he gasping for air, unable to concentrate on anything but the sensation of you.

Brows furrowed, eyes wide, you pout. "Thought I was being owned by your cock, baby?" You tease him, and are met with him cursing you out, a saccharine smile on his lips.

"Fucking hate you," he laughs, abs shuddering as your fingers trails further up. They're stroking, caressing, toying - and they don't stop. Not until they reach the tight muscle of his that you're just dying to penetrate. He's silent now. Doesn't want to tell you that he wants it, but fuck it, he does. He pulls back, eyes on yours. There's a hint of a nod, but you're not gonna do anything too daring unless he explicitly asks for it.

Your soaked finger presses against him, cautious not to take it too far. You're still learning each other; what you both like, and you aren't sure where his limits lie.

"Yes? No?" you question, eyes earnest. His ass has never been explicitly discussed between the pair of you, but he also never ruled it out, either.

He's quiet, but smiles when he shakes his head. "Not yet, C. Another time, though."

"I'll hold you to that," you tease, curious about his desires. You wanna know all the ways you can get him off, and you think you'll be willing to do almost anything. In fact, you know you will. All he has to do is say the word, and your tongue will be wherever he wants it.

His eyes roll back, and so do his hips. "And I'll hold you to the offer."

It's a rarity, he's found, for girls to be so bold. He's always had to be the one to initiate his own pleasure, or to just finish quicker than he'd like because his partner was already done. He likes this about you. Likes that you like to fuck. Likes that you apparently, for whatever reason, seem to especially like fucking him.

It's thoughts like these - something about luck, fate - that plague his mind as he pushes his cock between your tits again. It's fast, and it's sloppy, and it's wet, and soon enough, he isn't thinking at all. All he can do is feel - your warmth, your softness - and then all he can feel is how fucking good it is to be with you.

When he comes, he comes hard. It hits your throat, coating you in everything he is. A moan catches in his throat, eyes closed, hands pushing your tits so tight together that it fucking hurts - but he's shaking, and you know that his orgasm has him unable to realise just how strong his grip is.

It's not till he looks down at you, all breathless and blushed that he realises. There's a sheen on your chest, and he knows better than to dirty you all over again - but he's a creature of habit. His grip loosens, chest heaving as his hands begin to stroke at your tits. They fill his palms, overspill blooming between his spread fingers as he gently remedies them of his strength. It's unintentional, though not minded, how he spreads his cum as he does so.

You try and keep a straight face, but it's impossible, and then you're both laughing. It echoes around his room like the missing instrument to the song in your stomach. You aren't really sure why you're laughing. Nor is he. You're just happy. The pair of you remain this way for a moment or so, casually enamoured with how easy things are; how easy they could be.

"C'mon, CC," he speaks fondly, but spanks your titty for the fun of it regardless. "Let's get you cleaned up."

There's a tender nature to the way Jungkook moves your body. So docile, he's a world away from the version of himself that you'd just had in his bed.

This Jungkook - the one gently pulling your hair back so it doesn't get too wet while you wait for the shower to fully heat up - is so well mannered that you couldn't imagine him cursing, let alone calling you a bitch during sex.

Something about it, about him, has you feeling far more infatuated than you should be at this stage.

You're not ready for all this. Not prepared for the way you're feeling. It scares you. Gets you wanting to grab the towel and make a swift exit - but then he kisses your neck, hands on your hips, chest pressed into your back, and you realise that there's no place you'd rather be.

He reaches out to check the temperature of the water that's steaming into his bathroom, and decides it's just right. It's not that the water is particularly hot, just that his bathroom is bloody freezing.

Your reflection in his mirror is a vision of beauty; eyes trained on him, skin tainted by what would have been his legacy. Part of him doesn't want to wash it away. Just wants to marvel at you. Study the way your skin dimples and bumps when you're cold; then remembers that you can't cum when you're cold, so you probably aren't enjoying this as much as he is. He lifts the showerhead from its holder, and lets the water pour over you, and you alone.

The warmth has your shoulders easing almost instantly, and Jungkook feels a little guilty for having kept you cold so selfishly.

He's quiet as he rinses himself from you, contemplative dimples perching themselves beneath his cheeks. He barely utters a word for the entire shower; just peppers your shoulders in kisses.

It's not till you turn to face him, taking the showerhead from his hand and begin rinsing his body that he finally speaks up.

He takes a moment to study you first; watch the way your eyes glaze over his body, following the trajectory of the water, making sure you don't miss a single inch of his skin. Your lashes are dark, hiding your eyes from him, and he doesn't like it. Instinctively, his hands cup your jaw, bringing your eyes to his.

"Thank you."

His lips are on yours, soft, no pressure - and then they're not. They're trailing down your neck instead, as if he can't decide which part of you he wants to devour.

'All of you' is the correct answer, but he eats for pleasure, not for sustenance.

Easily, he could have you for everything that you are within a few seconds - but he wants to savour you. Wants to hear the way your breath hitches as his tongue flicks against your earlobe; feel your fingers dig into his scalp as he paws at your round ass. He wants the memory of your body in his hands, 'cause he fears you're like sand, and that his grasp won't be able to keep hold of you forever.

His bathroom is cramped, more like a wetroom, and the same grey tiles are on the walls that are on the floor. Shower attached to the sink, it's the standard for one-room apartments around these parts.

Yours is the same - but you do have the added luxury of boujie conditioners and loofas to soften the blow.

Jungkook has a 2-in-1 body wash and shampoo combo, and doesn't see the point in fancy scrubs when the labour of his job leaves his hands all rough anyway.

In your right mind, you'd moan about it. Tell him that he's such a boy, or that next time, he's coming to yours for a shower - but you're distracted by the hardness of his cock against your stomach and his hands cupping at your chest while he kisses you. The stream of water makes it borderline impossible to open your eyes, so you revel in the way it feels to be overwhelmed by everything he is.

"Again?" You mumble into his lips, to which you're met with a nod.

You slip your rings off and hear them clink against the porcelain of his sink, praying that your aim is correct and they won't end up down the drain. He hums a small purr of confusion, questioning your actions, and then groans an 'oh' into your mouth when your hand clasps around the base of his cock.

"Gentle," he reminds you, still sensitive but desperate for you once more.

His lips leave yours, head tilting back as he revels in your touch. Neither of you speak, but there's really not much to say. You'd just be making noise for the sake of it.

Regardless, there's a weight in your chest, clamping down on your lungs, that makes talking seem impossible. Might be trepidation. Might be nothing at all - but it sure does feel like something.

You marvel at the column of his thick neck as it stretches back, and think how pretty it would look covered in purple and pink, the bruise of your intimacy staining his skin just like it has done your heart.

Your movements pause when you realise you're thinking about your fucking heart. You're not sappy. You don't attribute sex to love, and the idea of even falling in love has you wanting to run for the hills.

It's been said before that the heart is just a muscle. It has no real bearing on your emotions, nor your amatory exploits.

But when the thoughts of your feelings cloud your mind with dainty pink vapours, all sparkly and strawberry scented, you can't help but feel like you're in danger.

In your chest, you can feel your heart ache.

So yeah, it is just a muscle, but muscles get worn out.

Jungkook notices your hesitation. He casts his eyes down to check you're okay. His crown rests against the wet tiles, water-saturated hair stuck to his face, lashes damp and lips all pouty. The man is a vision. Naked, bare, vulnerable. Yours for the taking, or so it seems. His eyes are heavy-lidded, deep brown; sweet as chocolate, sinful as straight whisky.

"You good?" He asks quietly, only for you to nod and pick the pace up again. His eyes stay on yours as a laboured grunt escapes his lips, brows pinching together. The way you feel around him is so good. Not too tight, just the way he likes it. Fingers all dainty, nails painted red, it's a sight he thinks about when he's alone more than he cares to admit. He's thick and hot in your grasp, working his foreskin up and down his shaft.

There are goosebumps on your skin, body positioned just out of the shower stream because you wanted to look at him; watch as you wound him up, just to make him unravel again. He pulls you closer, hands cupping your jaw as he kisses you, until you're beneath the water again.

His tongue is in your mouth as his hand drops to meet yours. So much larger than your own, his fingers clasp around yours and joins the effort, speeding up. He doesn't say anything else, but he's struggling to kiss you, now. His lips are ajar, resting against yours, little purrs of satisfaction finding a home on your tongue.

"Yeah?" You encourage a little breathlessly, as if you're the one moments away from ruin. "That's it, Kook."

He nods, as the hand that isn't on yours tangles in the back of your hair to keep you close. His hand works to increase the pace, making it a little rougher. There's a wetness between your legs that isn't from the shower, but you're too focused on him - on making him feel good, on being what he needs - to bother doing anything about it. He'll return the favour later, you're sure. He always does.

His grip on your hand loosens, leaving it up to you to finish the job. It only takes a second or two, and then you're milking him, thick white cum desecrating your hand and spurting into your stomach. There's not much, most of it spent on your chest earlier. He shudders, one of his legs a little more so than the other, his moans lost in the pitter-patter of the shower until they become nothing more than hot, heavy breaths.

And then, because quite frankly he doesn't know how to articulate how good, how fucking precious, how god damn infuriatingly beautiful you are, he kisses you again. Though his tongue is soft as it strokes against yours, his piercing is hard - much like his cock which is still firm against your stomach. He encourages your arms up and around his neck, hugging tightly. Your chest presses to his, nipples hard, tits pillowy and soft, and Jungkook swears he'll risk it all for you.

Thinks it would be worth it.

He'd do this wherever with you; in his crappy apartment, in a hotel he'll pay far too much for, in a derelict motel that hides you both when it inevitably becomes time to run.

Thing is, he knows you now. Knows you'll never run with him. Knows that when you find out, he'll never get to do this ever again. It makes him want to cry. Makes him wanna get on his knees and beg for forgiveness before you even know you're mad at him.

You don't forgive. You don't forget, either. You wouldn't be working in a shitty GS25 if you did. He knows this. Knows that as soon as the truth is out, so is he.

And so Jungkook lies. "Come to Busan with me."

Your noses are nestled together, and you can feel his words against your lips. The shower keeps on pouring, but it won't cleanse him of his sins. The water still runs red, even if you can't see it.

"Busan?"

He nods, steals a kiss, and begins to build upon the weak foundations he's formed. "I gotta go visit home. Been putting it off. Think it'll be more bearable with you there."

You kiss him back. Partially because you want to, but mainly because you don't know what the fuck to say. Your heart rate has doubled. Trebled. In fact, you're not sure it's beating anymore.

Family isn't a subject either of you has divulged in, not really. You fear that him opening up requires reciprocation, and that's just not something you're willing to give. Not to him, nor anyone else for that matter.

"When?" You finally murmur, pressing a kiss to his cheek before pulling away to slip your rings back onto your fingers.

He doesn't want you to meet his family. Doesn't want you anywhere near them - but when the time comes, he needs you to know why he ended up here. Needs you to know that everything he's done, rightfully or wrongfully, has been for them.

Doing right by them means doing wrong by you, but he didn't know you when all this started.

Didn't know that you're the type to point out every trash cat you see, or that you make up little songs to soundtrack almost everything you do (regardless of the fact you're tone-deaf). He didn't know that you drank peach tea like it's water, or that you'd somehow taste a little bit like it too. He didn't know that you'd become his favourite flavour, or that the scent of your perfume would have him hugging his fucking pillows for days after you slept over.

He didn't know.

Didn't fuckin' know.

And now he does. And it's tearing him apart.

He's a good liar, though, so you don't notice just how cut up he is when he shrugs and twists the shower tap off. He reaches around for the towel and begins to wrap you up when he says, "Next weekend?"

When he's like this - voice soft, skin bare, tucking the top of the towel over against your chest - it's like you've got the upper hand. There's no battle being fought between the pair of you, and yet you don't feel like equals. Feels like the balls in your court. You just don't realise you're playing different games.

There's pitter-patter beneath your feet and a chime in your stomach. You shuffle between his feet, his arms wrapped around you, lips pressing a kiss against your hair.

"I'll have to check the rota," you say, but you know you'll just ask Yoongi to swap shifts if you are scheduled on. "But I haven't been to Busan in a while. I'd like to come."

His eyes are hot as he presses them shut, chin resting on your head. You think the stutter in his chest is just a hiccup, so you smile. Without the sound of the shower, he can hear his phone buzzing, vibrating on his desk in the next room over.

"Gotta get that," he says, squeezing you before loosening his grip and reaching for a small towel that barely covers his ass. The air is cold against his skin as he opens the bathroom door. Steam gushes out of the room, and so does the hazy, cum-drunk atmosphere the pair of you had created. You miss it the second your skin begins to pebble, goosebumps chilling you, the hair on your arms stood up on end. Almost like someone's walking over your grave.

Maybe just leading you to an early one. Either, or.

You hear him as he mumbles on the phone - "Jin. Yeah? What's up? Cool, can do." - but ignore it. Steam has fogged up the mirror, creating a cloudy canvas for you to do your worst upon. It's childish, yes, but nothing stops you from drawing a little something on there to remind him of you next time he showers.

An uneasy weight sits on your chest when you look at what you've done. It's nothing bad, but part of you thinks you'll regret it - but that part of you is silent when he calls through for you.

When you emerge a few moments later, you're casual as you ask him who was on the other end of the line. He says 'a friend,' and then clarifies that it's 'one of the boys' because he doesn't want you to think the worst. It's an answer you accept.

Dropping the towel, you're unbothered by his eyes as you spend a few moments naked. You're just reaching for his shirt, but the way you move, how your muscles flex above your bones, but the soft flesh of your curves moves without your control has him feeling all kinds of fucked up. He's never wanted anyone more; never known that it was possible to feel such a way.

He tells himself it's just hormones. He's fucking empty, entirely spent on you. That's gotta be the reason. Some kind of primal desire type thing.

Even he's shocked when he begins to talk.

"You can't ever leave."

It's barely a whisper, his voice small, though the weight of his words is so incredibly large.

"Need you here forever."

It's the way that Jungkook talks in such certain terms that has the chime in your stomach ringing again.

You're sure he must have broken a thousand hearts with words like that. You wonder if there are still girls across the city pining after him, thinking about the way his breath feels on their skin as he fucks himself into them. Wonder if the fondness in his eyes is because of you, or because he's just riding a post-climax endorphin high.

"You don't mean that," you tell him, because you don't believe he does.

He shakes his head. Senses the challenge in your voice, and smiles. "You think I'm lying?"

"Think you haven't reached post-nut clarity, yet."

"You'll have to fuck me again, then. Third time lucky."

The third time comes in the morning.

It's still dark outside, Jungkook waking you with dainty kisses along your shoulders, his hands pawing at your tits.

"Morning," he husks into your neck when your hand goes to join his on your chest. "Dreamt about you."

"You are so full of shit," you laugh.

Truth be told, he didn't really sleep. Looked at you for far too long. It's borderline creepy, he thinks, how utterly obsessed he is. Part of him doesn't understand it, but the rest of him does.

You're forbidden.

He can't help but want you.

Jungkook may be Adam, but you're no Eve. You're that damn snake. Or maybe you're the fruit. He doesn't know at this point; just knows that he's eaten it, and he's pretty sure it's poisonous.

"Am not," he grins, riding that poison high. "What did you dream about?"

He's repulsed he's even asking such a thing.

"Can't remember," you pout, turning to face him. Dreams always elude you. It's frustrating, but at least you're not having nightmares. "What about you? What were we doing? Where did we go?"

Just like him, the fact you're asking him questions like that has you wanting to die.

"Busan."

It's not a lie this time. He isn't looking at you, though, so you half think it is.

He's just focused on the hand of his that's toying with your hair, pushing strands away from your face. The only reason he isn't looking at you is because he's embarrassed.

"Busan?" You ask, reminded of his proposition from the night before.

"Mhmm," he nods, his hair no doubt tangling against the pillow. "You 'n' me."

Again, you don't know if it's a lie, but oh what a beautiful one it would be.

"We were on the beach," he continues. "Not really doing much. Just sort of existing."

You laugh, eyes fond but away from his. You're looking at his hair now, too, playing with it. Mirroring his actions. Reciprocating. "Existing?"

"Existing," he says, refusing to clarify. You're distracted when you notice the way his smile brightens. No longer contemplative, he's got a dimple that only comes out when he's beaming all big and bashfully. "I like existing with you."

And so exist you do, in his bed for the next hour and a half. There's no talk of any substance and yet you're chattering for the entire time. He barely even kisses you. Just wants to hear you talk. Wants to hear your perspective on the world, and all the assumptions you make about it.

Jungkook's duvet is shitty quality. The heat it traps is minimal, but you'd take a morning beneath his sheets in the height of winter over being back at your place any day.

It's thoughts like these that make your feet itchy. Makes you wanna run. Bolt. Head for the hills and never look back - but you're locked in place by his arm over your torso. Faint light pours in through the clouded glass of his window panes, curtains apparently too much of a luxury despite the holes in the wall where a rail once sat, and you study the dark ink marking his skin.

There's a story to be told from reading his arms, but you haven't figured that out yet. No google search of his name could ever match the lore embedded in his skin. The tips of your glossy red nails trace the lines in awe, wondering how many people have had this luxury before you.

You wonder who sat by his side during the tattoo appointments, and who laughed with fondness as he winced in pain. Whose hand did he hold? Whose suggestions did he listen to for placements? It plagues your mind like a disease, turning the rubies in your veins to emeralds.

Who are you, you think to yourself. And why am I feeling like this?

It's only a matter of a time - a few languid movements and a couple affirmations later - until he's fucking himself into you again. Predictable, really. Money would be wasted on a fortune teller, and yet you want to go and see one anyway just to confirm whether or not you get to keep him forever.

Lazy and slow, the sex is just an accompaniment to the way he's kissing you. His cock is thick and deep as it fills you, but his hips are sluggish and tepid.

It's almost laughable that the sex is an afterthought.

By its basic definition Jungkook is fucking you - but he's fucked you enough times for you to know how likes to conduct his lays. Quick, fast, to the point. Finish line in his sights.

This doesn't feel like that.

It doesn't feel like that at all.

Even the way his kisses you as his cock stiffens and pulses, unloading itself into you isn't familiar. It's short, his stamina not back up to his usual performance, but it's so deep you think it might be fatal. Any chance you had of getting your heart out of this alive? Yeah. Good luck.

He groans into your mouth, tells you how good you feel, and presses his lips so tightly shut that it's almost as if he's scared he'll never kiss you again.

It's interesting, the way that Jungkook doesn't make you cum. Sure, the sex is good. You've enjoyed it all - but you're currently on 3-0. You chalk it up to a lack of realisation. Innocent inconsideration.

See, his words may betray him, but he's trying to be better. Trying not to drag you further into the web of lies he's woven around the pair of you. Issue is, you've mistaken it for silk. You're comfortable. Enjoy where you are.

He thinks it doesn't count; thinks that if he's the only one who finishes, then you won't be falling for him in the way that he hears girls do. Jimin had ribbed him for it after he'd fucked Naejeon; told him that the reason she was so into him was to do with the oxytocin cocktail that had flooded her bloodstream. It's not like it was news to Jungkook. He'd always known it was a thing, he'd just never really seen the impact of it quite so severely.

The way he see's it, the less you cum, the less you care. It's flawed logic, and it leaves him feeling guilty, which is why he blurts out dumb shit about wanting you around forever. Might be true, might not be. Maybe he's the one confusing hormones for heartfelt honesty.

But as you watch him tear himself away from the bed and head towards the shower, you realise that none of it matters.

You've been hearing bells since the moment you met him.

They're so loud they drown out the bullshit.

"You coming, C?" He calls through, as the shower begins to splutter into action in the next room over. He appears in the doorway, a tattooed hand cupping his balls and covering his modesty. His eyes are soft, grin lopsided as the sun rises.

It's beyond your choice as you move towards the sound of his voice, like he's some kind of pied piper.

You know he's taken over you.

Yet still, you follow the sound of the pipe.

And whether you like it or not, you know you'll let him drag you to the river, just for him to watch you drown.

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minors dni // posted to wp late 2021 // series masterlist

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minniedaisies · 11 months

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got the music in you baby

— request: by @inbangtanwetrustsstuff who asked for a one shot of poly ot7 or headcanons of what it'd be like dating ot7.

summary: headcanons of what it would be like dating ot7

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: headcanons, fluff

— warnings: none

— author's note: i'm sorry this took me so long to get around to, but i am so thankful you sent this request because it's bringing me back to writing. if anyone has any requests they too would like from me, please don't hesitate to ask :)

—SEOKJIN

-ˋˏ ღ - Jin is absolutely smitten with your smile, in love with your laugh. He’ll do anything and everything to make you smile, to make you laugh. He’s not afraid of making a fool of himself it means that you and your boyfriends are smiling and giggling. His love language is laughter, and it comes in spades with Kim Seokjin. But there is a side to Jin only his loves get to see, the softer, quieter side. The side that is sometimes shy, sometimes self-conscious. The side that knows when you need to be made to laugh, and when you just need to be quietly held. He reads each of you like the back of his hand, and knows exactly how to care foe each of you in the way you need in any situation. Some days that means pulling funny faces at the dinner table to make you nearly choke on your laughter after a hard day at work. Some days that means coming into your room at night and pulling you into his arms, holding you as you fall asleep and pressing gentle kisses of promises of better days tomorrow against your skin. He knows what each of you need without even having to be told, and while the laughter is fun, the moments you hold closest are the ones where you’re sharing a bed, bathed in the moonlight together, as he promises you a fresh start come tomorrow, a start that begins with kisses and sunshine and chocolate chip pancakes.

—YOONGI

-ˋˏ ღ - Yoongi’s affection and love is like a softly creeping thing, unexpected and startling once it closes in on you out of the blue. While Hobi is all big hugs and kisses peppered onto cheeks and eyelashes and an affection that is loud, loud, loud, Yoongi is the firm hand that squeezes your shoulder as he passes you sitting at the kitchen table, pouring over your university assignments, as he heads to grab a snack. It’s him coming into your room in the middle of the night when it’s storming, just to sit with you and draw shapes across your back in the moonlight just because he knows you still get frightened of the thunder. It’s him going quiet, in his own head sometimes too often for his own good, but will still meet your eye across the dinner table and stick his tongue out at you to make you giggle. He’s the one you know you can go to with anything, the one who will be brutally honest with you; and who, on your bad days, will take your hand in his and say, “Give ‘em hell, darling.” He knows what it means when you go quiet, and will come and sit by you in the stillness and wait for the storm clouds to pass overhead. He’ll hold your hand in the rain, give you his jacket, because he knows what it is to get wet from the storm; and when the clouds clear and the sunshines again, he’ll be there to hold your hand through that too; with a smile and a playful word.

—HOSEOK

-ˋˏ ღ - Hobi’s affection is almost as loud as his laughter. Everything about Hobi is loud and big and calls attention to itself. With Hobi, he treats every person he loves as if they are the most precious and treasured thing in the entire world; and you and your boyfriends are seven of the most precious things to him. He’s always there to pull you into a hug, to grab you and tug you down onto his lap to be held and cuddled and kissed. When he holds you in his arms, he’s always pressing kisses to your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, the back of your head. Hobi lives for kisses and loves to dole them out to each of you. You’re kept very well-spoiled in his affection and love. He also lives for random surprises, coming to visit you with your favorite snacks or an iced coffee between classes, just to make you smile. It’s not unusual for him to pick you up after your final class with a coffee and your favorite pastry. His love language is affection, but also sharing his passion. It’s not unusual for him to grab your hand and pull you into an impromptu dance session in the middle of the kitchen, the living room, the sidewalk. You’ll be left giggling and breathless when suddenly he’ll dip you and kiss you, and you realize you didn’t even know the meaning of ‘breathless’ until then.

—NAMJOON

-ˋˏ ღ - Namjoon is the night owl; each of your boyfriends is to an extent, but with Namjoon, he adores the night. It’s the time when everything just goes still, including the thoughts in his head that you know can get a bit loud at times. One of your favorite things in the world is when he’ll wake you up in the middle of the night to come join him on a sporadic moonlit bike rides along the river. The fact that he lets you in on these quiet moments, you treasure them deeply. And when he’s gotten a little too far buried in his own head, stressed about a new album, a new song, a hook he just can’t quite get right, you come to him and press a kiss between his shoulders and ask that he join you for a walk. Holding his hand, you stroll under the silver moon; and lifting his wrist to your lips, you press a kiss there; a promise that it’s going to be okay. Aside from moonlight, and night walks, Namjoon also adores getting lost in a book, and it’s become your new favorite thing to devour whatever he’s read recently. Upon realizing this, he’s started leaving notes in the margins for you; notes for Yoongi in red, notes for you in green. He underlines the phrases he knows will touch you, and writes you little annotations with arrows and symbols. You treasure each book he gives to you, a peak into the beautiful and sometimes dark, but always hopeful, pieces of him.

—JIMIN

-ˋˏ ღ - Jimin is a menace. He flirts and flounces and flusters like no one else. He lives to tease and be teased in return and you always find yourself hiding a giggle behind a hand when Jungkook swats him for it. But beyond the flirting, beyond the playful games he plays, Jimin adores to be loved and to give love. He becomes radiant with it when shown affection and tenderness. He blushes furiously when you kiss his cheek or when Yoongi pulls him onto his lap for movie night; and he has to bite his lip to hide the smile that cracks through his face when Hobi calls him his, “Beautiful Boy.” He’s also the most playful of you all, and it’s not unusual to see him wrestle Jungkook or chase Taehyung around for a water fight in the yard. The group chat is completely spammed with “It you” messages directed at Yoongi. Jimin was made to love and made to share love. Sometimes it overwhelms you how deep his hear goes, how endless and infinite his unfettered love is. You’ve never felt loved as deeply as the love that comes from Park Jimin. Being loved by Jimin is one of the most greatest gifts you could ever experience, and you’re so thankful every day that you get to receive that love every single day.

—TAEHYUNG

-ˋˏ ღ - Taehyung loves to come into your room and starfish himself across your body when you’re in bed; it’s as though no matter how close he is to you, it can never be enough. He loves to press himself against your back, your side, hold you in his arms, and to be held in yours. A, “Cuddle Puppy” is what Jimin affectionately has dubbed him, and you can think of no better term. Tae adores cuddles, and is always wrapping himself around you, holding you as if he were a blanket keeping you safe and warm, as he presses kisses to your skin. Some nights, that’s all he needs; to just lay down on top of you, staring down at you with such intensity that it’s hard not to look away as his eyes scan across your face, as if he’s trying to memorize every freckle and detail. The gold pendant or chain of his necklace brushes your nose, your lips, as he stares at you, eyes filled with adoration, with worship. His intensity is overwhelming and sometimes it’s hard to know what to do with that, so you hook your finger in the chain of his necklace and pull him down for a kiss. Serves him right to be made the breathless one for a change.

—JUNGKOOK

-ˋˏ ღ - Jungkook is a baby deer in almost every aspect. His big doe-eyes are always watching you as if you’re this precious thing that he’s scared too hold too tightly to or else you’ll grow skittish and run. He’s got nothing to worry about though, you’re completely wrapped around his little finger and you are absolutely besotted with him. Jungkook is the type to need assurance, to be reminded; so you take it upon yourself to show him every day just how much he means to you, and how much you adore him. You love all your boyfriends so deeply, but there’s an extra little soft spot for him, who is the baby of you all. It goes unspoken, but Jungkook is everyone’s “Little Love” and it’s not unusual for you all to argue over who gets to cuddle him on movie nights. Usually he winds up in Jin’s lap, or Namjoon’s. Jin who brushes his hair off his neck to kiss him there and make him squirm. Namjoon who spends more of the movie than not, tickling him just to make those bunny teeth appear and hear that bubbly giggle of his. But while he is the baby of you all, his heart contains such a profound and mature love. He’s written so many love songs for you that take your breath away. It’s not always easy for him to say what he feels in words, but putting a pen to paper, that’s when it comes easiest. He’s given you entire notebooks of love songs and love poems, each so beautiful that they make your heart catch in your throat. And at night, when you hold him in your arms and press kisses to each of his freckles, you hope he knows that your love for him is as vast as the galaxies in his eyes.

#bts x reader #ot7 x reader #bts polyamory #bts poly! au #bts ot7 x reader #bts imagine #bts au #bts scenario #bts fanfic #bts fluff #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #writing

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smolwritingchick · 5 months

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The Bangtan Gal Masterlist

Author's Note: Hey! I wrote this story back in 2016 on some fanfic websites and am bringing it back as I edit the chapters. I wanted to put my perspective and imagination on what if BTS had a black girl in their group from America. This'll be a long story starting from their debut so enjoy the ride!

I have so many chapters already written. I had stopped in the story around late 2016 before the MAMA Awards. As I wrote this story over the years I wanted this character to be relatable and grow as a performer as well as go through hardships. It'll be a slow start but it will get better as the chapters go on, I hope you give it a chance.

This will mainly start with friendship. Not just the character and the love interest. I didn't want to rush things and I tried my best to add a lot of bonding and cute moments. This is a SLOW BURN with my OC and Jungkook. The two will not become a couple until 2016.

I'm also on Wattpad and Archive of Our Own

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As I planned to create this story years ago it took me months to prepare and research so I could get a good timeline. I wanted to add a lot of things like K-Con, going to school, Variety Shows, interviews, American Hustle Life, V-Lives, sasaeng fans and so on.

Profile Of Jennie

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Chapter 1- The Foreign Trainee

Chapter 2- The Debut

Chapter 3- Rookie King Episode 1

Chapter 4- Rookie King Episode 2

Chapter 5- Rookie King Episode 3

Chapter 6- Rookie King Episode 4

Chapter 7- Rookie King Episode 5

Chapter 8- Rookie King Episode 6

Chapter 9- Rookie King Episode 7

Chapter 10- Rookie King Episode 8

Chapter 11- We're Proud of You

Chapter 12- They're My Family

Chapter 13- Boy In Luv

Chapter 14- Look Forward To White Day

Chapter 15- Going to SOPA

Chapter 16- Spending White Day With BTS

Chapter 17- Just One Day

Chapter 18- American Hustle Life Episode 1

Chapter 19- American Hustle Life Episode 2

Chapter 20- American Hustle Life Episode 3 (Yoongi Fluff & Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 21- American Hustle Life Episode 4 (Yoongi Fluff!)

Chapter 22- American Hustle Life Episode 5

Chapter 23- American Hustle Life Episode 6

Chapter 24- American Hustle Life Episode 7

Chapter 25- I Found It In Big Hit

Chapter 26- BTS China Job

Chapter 27- KCON 2014

Chapter 28- American Hustle Life Episode 8

Chapter 29- Personal Trainer? (Jungkook fluff at the end!)

Chapter 30- War of Hormone (Major Jungkook fluff! One of my favs)

Chapter 31- You Are Special (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 32- You're Easy To Mess With

Chapter 33- Mama Awards 2014 (Jungkook fluff and jealous Jungkook!)

Chapter 34- Let's Name It Iron Man (Namjoon fluff and Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 35- BTS Now

Chapter 36- My Ideal Type

Chapter 37- Running Man (Major Jungkook fluff! One of my favs!)

Chapter 38- I'm Lacking

Chapter 39- How Much You're Loved

Chapter 40- I Need U (Major Jungkook Fluff and Suga Fluff!)

Chapter 41- And What If I Don't? (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 42- BTS Now 2

Chapter 43- Our First Win

Chapter 44- He's Smitten (Major Jungkook Fluff & Bam Bam Fluff One of my favs!)

Chapter 45- BTS in Kota Kinabalu

Chapter 46- BTS Festa

Chapter 47- Two Different Pages (RM Fluff and Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 48- Don't Steal The Beef!

Chapter 49- Distressed (Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 50- Payback (Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 51- Dope

Chapter 52- One Person Won't Ruin This

Chapter 53- I Think I Love Her

Chapter 54- Rekindle (MAJOR Jungkook fluff and one of my FAVS!)

Chapter 55- BTS Run Episodes 1-3

Chapter 56- BTS GAYO Track 1 & 2

Chapter 57- Tension Escalator (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 58- Fan Sign (some angst but ends in fluff!)

Chapter 59- ISAC 2015 Chuseok Special (one of my favs!)

Chapter 60- Running Man: The Golden Duo (MAJOR Jungkook fluff + suggestive)

Chapter 61- Tense (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 62- Protection Squad (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 63- RUN (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 64- Sweet 18

Chapter 65- Karma (Fight! Flawless Victory!)

Chapter 66- BTS GAYO Tracks 3-9

Chapter 67- BTS RUN Episodes 4-9

Chapter 68- Under The Mistletoe (Jungkook fluff! Kiss!)

Chapter 69- GAYO Daechukje & GAYO Daejejun (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 70- Jungkook's Confession (Self Explanatory! MAJOR Jungkook fluff! Almost there! My fav!!)

Chapter 71- You Are In Your Feelings

Chapter 72- You Were Worth The Wait (Start of JenKook!)

Chapter 73- It's About Time

Chapter 74- King of Masked Singer

Chapter 75- Ejected

Chapter 76- White Day (Big Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 77- Fire

Chapter 78- Prom (Big Jungkook fluff and smol Jungkook Smut)

Chapter 79- Meeting Shawn Mendes

Chapter 80- Taking Things A Little Further (Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 81- BTS Festa 2016

Chapter 82- K-Con 2016

Chapter 83- I Need You On This

Chapter 84- BTS Bon Voyage Season 1 (Big Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 85- BTS In Dubai

Chapter 86- WINGS 8 (Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 87- Wild N Out (One of my favs!)

Chapter 88- This Is Not A Drill!

Chapter 89- Blood, Sweat, & Tears

Chapter 90- Idol Parents? (Big JK Fluff)

Chapter 91- Tub Big Enough For Two (Big JK Fluff! One of my favs!)

Chapter 92- Thank You (Big Jungkook Fluff! One of my favs!)

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dreamerwithoutadirection · 11 months

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Look What You Made Me Do

Min Yoongi was not a man to play, what he desired, he got.

Warning: Yandere, Possessive, Manipulation

P.S: Took longer than expected :( Hope you all like it! Please ignore the typos, I have not proof-read.

“It has been decided that you will get married to Lord Min, at the end of month.” Lord Yoo said to his eldest daughter.

This was bad, so so bad. Hana was shocked, surprised, scared and worried all at once.

“I..I..” she stuttered too overwhelmed to speak..

Lord Yoo sighed, he loved his daughter…he knew she wanted to travel and learn. She always had a flair for languages. But he was on the verge of bankruptcy…and his recent losing of his position of Ministry of Defence has already added to his guilt and burden. But what could he do? He needed money and position for his younger daughters and Taxation Minister Lord Min’s offer of money and position in his ministry in exchange of wedding with Hana would change the future of him and his family.

With hard eyes and heart, Lord Yoo spoke in a firm and final voice, “As the head of this house, I have decided that you are getting married. And that’s final. You are lucky that Lord Min even wants to do something with us after the recent debacle with the King.”

Hana had seen Lord Min before. His cat like eyes with the deep mark across had left her scared when she had first seen him.

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Min Yoongi was a man of few words with a mind as sharp as a sword. But perhaps his greatest virtue was patience. And patient was he. It had been an year since he had first seen her in a banquet party held by the King. Mingling among her friends, somehow, she had stood out when their eyes met. She looked scared back then. As if she had just seen a devil. And unknown to her, she had sold her soul as well.

For an year after the party, he was haunted by her beautiful brown eyes. And tormented by the question of who was she? So, he looked for her. It wasn’t easy as women seldom left the house. So, when the king organised the party once again, Yoongi knew his chance was here. It didn’t take long to know that she was Defence Minister Yoo’s daughter. Power and money can do wonders to know enough about someone.

“You are really in love with her, hyung?” Yoongi heard Hoseok while sitting with his group of close friends of years. Love? The word felt too measly for what Yoongi was experiencing right now.

“Maybe..I feel curious definitely”

“So, you are saying if I went now and talked to her, you wouldn’t mind?”

Yoongi was on Namjoon in a second, “Don’t try me”, he grunted.

Seokjin sighed, these kids cannot not fight…even after gaining respectable positions! “Separate at once! You both are now adults and we are in presence of the King, keep your tantrums in check.”

Yoongi glared at Namjoon before returning to his seat. “What I feel about her is not anyone’s concern.”

“But hyung, if you are in love with the lady, that would be so cool! You know her dad is really corrupt…wouldn’t be a problem in taking that old fool down.”

“Hmmm…interesting suggesting Kookie”

Taehyung ruffled Jungkook’s hair to tease him. “Hyaa…I am 24 now, don’t call me that! I have a reputation to maintain!” Jungkook whined.

“You know, Yoongi, if it’s what I believe it is..I think you need to act fast,” muttered Seokjin.

“What do you mean, hyung?” frowned Namjoon.

“He’s looking for a match for Lady Hana I have heard..and from what I see..you are just as smitten with her as I am with my wife….if he resists too much…there’s nothing that I cannot manipulate for him to fall in your lap. After all it wouldn’t be hard to pin the recent missing of treasure on him in my investigation.”

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“Lord Yoo, how are you?”

“Oh..Lord Min..it’s the same old story of being overburdened with work. Parties like these do give us respite ain’t it?”

“Hmm..” Yoongi gruffed, eyes searching his bambi. “I heard you are looking for a groom for your eldest daughter.”

“I am indeed, but for my second daughter, Mi-joo, who is of age now…” Lord Yoo said fondly.

“Lord Yoo, what about your eldest..what’s her name..yes Hana..she’s 22 right now isn’t she? A bit late for marriage?”

“She’s not ready for marriage yet..Min Yoongi” Lord Yoo spoke harshly.

“Hmm..you know I thought this will be a civil conversation. But I suppose you don’t do civil” Yoongi laughed and then his eyes turned more feline if possible “I will make this clear to you. I like your daughter Hana, and I will be coming to your house this week with my parents with a marriage proposal and you old man are going to say fucking yes.”

Lord Yoo got up suddenly, spilling the drink on the table and said, “Why would I want a man like you for my beloved daughter? With that scar so big, I doubt, you will find anyone. Don’t test me young man. I can destroy you in second.”

Poor Lord Yoo did not know what was about to come for him. A fortnight later, he got summoned by the King over the charges of stealing from the national treasures.

Yoongi smirked standing in the King’s court seeing his hyung alledge false charges on Lord Yoo..caught you. I am coming for you, jagi..we’ll be together..soon.

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Hana had to talk to Lord Min and convince him otherwise! She cannot marry him..not when he scared the soul out of her. She had felt his eyes all night on her a fortnight ago. And it made her feel sick to the stomach. She knew in her gut he was not a good man..a pretty sight with a devil’s soul.

And so Hana did, what she does best..she escaped her house and went to find Min Yoongi. It wasn’t difficult to find him..as if he was waiting for her to come out of her den. As she walked in the sombre room at the courtesans place, she saw him sitting with a drink in hand. Looking all so powerful, magnificent and a sinister smile decorating his face.

“Hana, jagiya...welcome..I was expecting you. After all, you always had a fighting spirit..and you know I love that about you. Always standing up for yourself.”

Jagi? Why was he calling her jagi! He didn’t even know her! “Lord Min..I..have come to talk to your regarding the marriage proposal you have sent.”

“Yes, sure, my love! Don’t worry..our marriage will be an event to behold. I cannot wait to see you dressed for me..prettily..you’ll be finally by my side..like you have always meant to be. But before that come sit, near me..why are you standing so far.”

Hana pressed herself against the door more, if possible. She did not want to go anywhere near him. He was too dangerous.

“Lord Min. I have come to inform you that I cannot marry you. Please find someone else for your affections, for I don’t return them.”

Yoongi sighed. This will not go as smoothly as he hoped.

Just as Hana was opening the door to go, she felt herself being turned around. Her back hit the wall harshly, as she looked up to see Lord Min too close to her. He looked so much more terrifying…eyeing her up..with emotions she could not understand. But whatever it was, it was not love..his eyes did not hold love but something dark and vile.

“I was trying to be patient love, but you don’t like patience it seems. So, let me reiterate to you..you..”, he cupped her face..“were mine..since the day I saw you” and then Hana felt his lips on her..all at once everywhere “mine..mine…mine”

Yoongi rasped, “If you don’t want your old man to be dead..be a doll..love and start preparing for our marriage..if you dare go against me..you know your sisters also have to get married, right?”

Hana felt herself crashing down..with Lord Min’s head buried in her neck..kissing her..marking her neck for the world to see. There’s no escaping, is it?

#yandere bts #dark bts #bts yandere #yandere yoongi

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dalchiid · 9 months

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 48

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 7,883

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

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Chapter 48 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession

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It's been a couple of days where it's mostly just been you and Hoseok. The next day after the first night Hoseok and some of his brothers went to restock was awkward to say the least. Of course Namjoon was there during breakfast and you didn't dare look at him lest you'd feel your heart break all over again. If anyone at the table could hear the way your heart was beating they didn't say and you appreciate that.

That same day all the brothers needed to go to finish restocking. Hoseok told you it can take anywhere from two to four days but they worked hard to make sure it was just two days. Since there was no one there to watch over you Hoseok brought you to the warehouse where work took place. You felt intimidated by it all and wanted nothing to do with it but you had no choice.

You were sat in a room with all of the brothers doing work. It was bizarre seeing them collect their saliva but what was even more bizarre was how much of it they could produce without needing to refresh their mouths. It was non stop and then you realized how they could easily stock up within a few days. Just vials upon vials of it.

You made the mistake at one point of looking at all the guys including Namjoon who winked at you. It soured your mood. Taehyung picked up on it you know because he asked if you were okay. You had to lie and say you were under everyone's, especially Hoseok's, watchful eye.

You were glad when they were done. Not only were you bored but you hated it in the warehouse because it was a reminder of where you were at in life with Hoseok keeping you under his thumb with just a kiss of his lips.

Now a few days later you lie in bed with Hoseok curled up around you. Just another day where you wake up in his arms after spending your nights with him in bed.

You haven't heard from Minjeong and you haven't made the effort to text her. You believed she was busy and that she'll find the time for you soon enough. When that was you weren't sure but you hoped it would be soon.

As for Hoseok, he slowly stirs to life no doubt after feeling you move as you try and get comfortable. His arm around your waist pulls you closer to him as he stretches his legs behind you. Little by little he comes to before you feel him push your hair to the side so he can kiss the back of your neck.

"Morning, baby."

You don't say anything but you sigh as you stretch yourself.

He hums when you're done and holds you close to his chest.

Silence fills the room while Hoseok presses his lips gently over and over on your neck and shoulder. Neither of you are in a hurry to get up but for different reasons. Him because he's enjoying this and you because you just want to hide away in bed. That killing blow Namjoon landed on you really did a number on your heart. Hoseok has asked you before if you were okay. He can tell something is wrong but you don't dare tell him. You're worried Yoongi's words will come true about Hoseok locking you away in this very room. You're afraid you'll be a drugged up mess like Minjeong and you don't want that. You doubt the drugs he used on Minjeong are anything like his saliva and the idea of you being stuck in his room uselessly doesn't strike you well.

Hoseok's kisses slowly grow from gentle to open mouthed and you can feel him marking you with his teeth. It makes you flinch a little but it shortly comes to an end when there's a knock on the door.

Hoseok sighs. "Come in."

The door opens to reveal Yoongi who doesn't shy away from yours and Hoseok's forms curled up in bed.

"Get up," he says. "We're going shopping."

You guess he's talking to Hoseok but when he directs his sights onto you your brows furrow.

"We're as in who?" Hoseok asks.

"Me and Y/N."

The vampire behind you sits up on one arm as his other keeps you close.

"Wait, wait, wait," he says. "You and Y/N are going shopping? Where? And what about me? What's going on?"

Yoongi cocks his hip out as he settles his weight onto one leg and crosses his arms. "You owe me after ruining our movie night. This is how I want you to make up for it."

Hoseok grumbles something under his breath. You figure Yoongi catches on to it because he raises a brow.

"You didn't even ask if I would be okay with it. What if I had plans with her today?"

"Do you have plans?" Yoongi asks.

Hoseok huffs. "Not entirely, but still."

Standing up straight Yoongi looks you over for a moment before looking back at his brother.

"Just give us today. I promise I'll bring her back safe and sound."

You turn to see Hoseok has a frown on his face. He doesn't look the least bit pleased. He didn't have an issue with you going out with his other brothers before so you wouldn't expect him to have a problem now. It doesn't change the fact that he looks annoyed.

This will be the first time you hang out with Yoongi outside of the house and you find yourself wanting for this to happen. To be honest, besides just waking up and feeling a little tired you were kind of hoping to spend the rest of your day in bed but now with Yoongi here you're willing to step out for him.

You look at the older of the two and see as he gives you an unreadable look. Clearly Hoseok and him are brothers because they oftentimes have this look and you have a hard time guessing what it means.

Biting your lip you turn in place to stare up at Hoseok and tug on the front of his shirt. He looks down at you at the feel of it with his brows furrowed in question.

"Can I," you ask. "I promise I'll be back."

Your voice is soft and the sound of it seems to soothe him a little because his features soften a bit. Still though, he bites his bottom lip nervously and you watch as the blood beneath the petal grows constricted.

"If it bothers you that much we can try another time." Yoongi says. "I just don't know when I'll find the time and energy to do it again."

Hoseok gives his brother a quick unreadable look before looking down at you and sighing.

"Just gives us a minute to get ready. And I want breakfast in her before you take her."

You look at Yoongi and he shrugs. "Fine by me. Just bring your purse with you, Y/N." He nods your way before stepping out leaving you alone with Hoseok once again.

Hoseok is still staring at you and so when you look at him again you're less than startled. His eyes roam over your face and you find yourself staring back.

He sighs again and closes his eyes. He seems to be fighting with himself about something but you don't know what. You have an inkling it has something to do with Yoongi but what exactly about his brother you're not sure so you ask.

"What's wrong?"

He opens his eyes to look at you and gives you a small smile. "I'm just a little worried."

"About?"

He licks his lips before kissing your own. "I was hoping you'd stay with me today."

Your brows furrow by the slightest bit. "Is that something to be worried about?"

Chuckling he shakes his head. "No I - It's nothing serious I just..." He frowns and pouts. "Don't let this be the last time I see you."

You don't know how to take that. The day will come where you will leave and Hoseok will have to deal with it. His words actually make you nervous because you know it won't be easy but with the help of Minjeong and Yoongi you'll have to fight. You'll have to try.

You don't want to think about this right now and you don't want Hoseok suspecting a thing so you do something that you might regret later on but hope he takes it the right way.

Leaning up you kiss him quickly before lying your head back down. "It won't be."

A dopey smile warms his face before he leans down to kiss you. His lips move slowly over yours and for a second that you think he'll deepen it he pulls back with a heart shaped smile.

"Let's get ready."

You hum and follow after him when he stands up. It's in the bathroom where he readies the water temperature, the two of you already undressed with your mouths washed, does he speak to you.

"Rarely does Yoongi want to go out shopping. He usually does that online. I'm assuming he's either getting something for Jimin's birthday or for himself that he can't wait on and decided to string you along." He looks back at you and reaches a hand out for you to take. "I'll be waiting for you here. I'll be working but I'll come off early so we can do something nice between us after."

You nod your head. "I'm sure it won't take long."

Hoseok pulls you in to the shower with him and lets you get wet first so he wash your hair. "I hope not."

Despite how nervous he was earlier Hoseok now seems to be in better spirits. You guess it has something to do with the kiss you gave him. It's not your usual tactic of defense but he liked it and that's all that matters. It gets the man to calm down and set him into a mood where you know he won't be bothering you and Yoongi.

When the two of you are ready you both head down to the dining room where Seokjin and Namjoon are waiting with Yoongi as well. Your eyes avoid Namjoon but you nod your head in greeting when Seokjin says your name.

"Can you believe this," he says. "Yoongi is joining us this morning. What a pleasant surprise."

Hoseok sits you down before taking his own seat. "Him and Y/N are heading out somewhere today."

"Oh?" Seokjin's curiosity is laced in that one word. "Where to?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." Yoongi doesn't pose it as a question.

"Actually I would like to know." Seokjin leans over to rest his chin onto his open hand.

You look at Yoongi who tugs down on his long sleeves after they were rolled up to his elbows. He pushes his plate away and takes a sip of his drink before putting it down. He's in no rush to answer his brother.

"I'm sure it's something for Jimin." Hoseok says.

"Either that or he's going to run away with Y/N."

All eyes draw over to Namjoon who eyes you. He smirks when he catches your sights and even more so when you flex your jaw.

"Why would you say that?" Hoseok sounds annoyed. His hand reaches yours and holds on to it tight leaving you without a choice to grab anything.

Namjoon shrugs. His smirk simmers into something else. "It's just a joke is all."

"Well it's not funny."

"Far from it." Your lips move to agree with Hoseok and it seems that you speaking to him just makes Namjoon's smile grow wider.

"Sorry," he says followed by the word "princess" being mouthed towards you.

It makes you grit your teeth in annoyance before looking down at the empty space before you.

Those words were the first time in a while since you last spoke to him. You've been quiet or ignoring him for the most part and if anyone showed interest as to why they didn't show it. You're actually surprised Seokjin didn't shove his nose into your business and tried to dig up the reason why you've been so quiet when it came to his brother. Either he didn't care which you hardly believed or... he might know something you don't.

You look at the oldest and catch him watching you. His eyes are studying your every move as if he's waiting for something to happen. Your eyes widen the slightest bit at the idea that Namjoon must have told him something but all it does is make Seokjin smile around the lip of his glass as he brings it up to his lips to drink.

"Well if it matters to any of you I had Jimin fitted for a set of rings a while back. They should be ready for pickup and I'm going to present them to him for his birthday. That and there's some music equipment in stock that I want to check out." Yoongi doesn't sound the least bit interested in letting anyone know of his plans but he says it to ease the tension in the room. "I just invited Y/N over to make up for our movie night Hoseok walked in on."

"That's nice of you." Seokjin says.

"More like the movie night I "ruined."" Hoseok says with air quotes. "Your words not mine."

Yoongi shrugs as you're presented your breakfast.

Hoseok releases your hand then to allow you to grab your utensils and begin eating. Your fingers ache after having been held tightly in his and you find you have to flex them a little so you can regain some feeling into them.

"Y/N really has become a fixture in this family." Seokjin says after another sip of his drink. "It's nice to have her. Even nicer that Hoseok permits her presence around us."

Hoseok chews a little before speaking around his breakfast. "I don't see why not. None of you have ever made me feel threatened when it comes to her."

"Hm. If you say so."

Your eyes zero in on Seokjin who tries to act nonchalant though you know something else is wrong.

Your fork vibrates against your plate as your hand begins to shake. It takes a hand to your thigh to calm you down but you realize it's not Hoseok.

You look down at it briefly to see that it's Yoongi's. He squeezes you and lets you go after a second. He did it to comfort you you realize and it hits you that he has an idea that's similar to yours. Seokjin knows something.

You lick your lips and risk the chance of looking at Namjoon. He isn't looking your way - his view preferably on his plate of food. You wonder if he had the balls to tell Seokjin about you two. You doubt it but at the same time with the eldest's attitude you realize that he must have told him something.

It's hard for you to eat then and Hoseok seems to notice.

"Where's your appetite, baby? You need to eat."

Your eyes flicker over to him momentarily and back to your plate. "I know it's just taking me some time."

"Eat as much as you can. I don't want you leaving without a full stomach."

You swallow deeply before going for another mouthful.

Hoseok still doesn't know anything and you don't plan for that to change any time soon. If Namjoon wants to spill on everything after you leave that's on him but not when you're still here and vulnerable.

Despite the need to stop you eat. Both because you want Hoseok off your back about it and because you were hungry before Seokjin and Namjoon opened their mouths. It takes you a bit but you manage to eat almost all of it.

Yoongi is waiting patiently by your side while scrolling through his phone. When you lie your utensils down his head turns towards you with an eyebrow perked.

"Done," he asks.

You hum around the food in your mouth before swallowing. "Yeah."

Hoseok is still eating but he turns towards you with a small frown. "Drink your juice."

You take the glass without question and drink as much as possible. When you're done he looks a little more appeased.

"Are you ready to go?" Yoongi asks as he begins to stand up.

Nodding your head you look at Hoseok who grabs your arm. His eyes bare weight to them as he looks over your face.

"Be careful," he says. "And have fun." He pulls you in close to him so he can kiss you.

The kiss is short but he leaves his mark on you all the same. Reminding you and everyone around you that you're owned by him. It tastes bitter to you but you say nothing.

You join Yoongi who stands by the door and walk out with him from the dining room without a word.

He continues to stay in silence as he walks you through the halls. Even when he grabs a set of keys from the front and takes you to the garage.

You're a little excited nonetheless to be leaving the house and with Yoongi at that. You've grown close to the quiet vampire who you know if given the chance will talk your head off when he finds something he likes. You don't mind it though. Both sides of Yoongi are sweet to you.

Once in the garage he unlocks his car letting the both of you in. The interior is black and sleek with the windows tinted and it hides you away from prying eyes.

He turns on the car once you're both settled and when he opens the garage door and then the gate he begins to talk.

"What's your bank called?"

Your brows furrow for a moment before they raise up your forehead. "KC Bank. Why?"

He brings his phone up and hands it to you. "Type it in. We're heading over there first."

You take his phone and enter it into the search bar and see a list of locations. The closest one though makes you frown though because it's 45 minutes away.

"Uh," you start. "The closest is 45 minutes."

"That's fine." He points to the phone holder set up on the dashboard. "Start up the GPS and put it here."

You do just that before nibbling your lips in silent thought.

He wants to head to your bank? Is this about the escape plan? You ask him just that and he hums.

"We're going to get your money out. It's best you use cash. We don't want anyone to track you if you use your card. Hoseok may not know you have your account still but if he gets an idea it won't stop him from asking the Baeks about it and I doubt they'd be willing to withhold the information from my brother."

Ah, you think. He's smart. You didn't really think about that. You did plan on taking money out but if an ATM can keep track of your use of it you wouldn't want that to happen.

"You might have to pay people under the table to keep quiet about your location as well."

You look at him with mild confusion. "For what?"

He makes a right to head off an exit that leads onto a highway. "My brother isn't an idiot. He'd figure out someone is hiding you but you need people to keep quiet. Pay them what you can off the record in cash and they won't have to worry about the taxes that come with doing things the legal way. That'll keep them quiet."

You stay quiet as you take all the information in.

It's like Yoongi either has done this before or he's done his research. You don't know what he helped do for Minjeong besides help her leave. She comes from a well-off family so you figure they helped her. So maybe all of this he's explaining is just for you. He looked it up to help you out.

"Has Minjeong texted you?"

You shake your head though he can't see it. "I haven't heard from her for a few days."

"Hm. She's probably just busy looking for a rehab for you. Once she has an answer let me know."

"Okay."

You're worried to be honest. What if the plan falls through? Even with Yoongi and Minjeong doing all of this how will you get out? You doubt Yoongi is going to drive all the way out to Minjeong to help you escape. Yeah. That makes you wonder.

"How am I going to get out," you ask.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean how am I going to get to Minjeong? She lives so far away."

Yoongi switches lanes as he continues to listen to both you and the GPS. When he gets around a couple of cars he answers you.

"We'll have her send a driver out and have them meet us at a specified location."

"Is that what you did for Minjeong? If so how did you get someone to get her out? Unless you drove her yourself?"

He shakes his head. "It's not that hard to get in contact with noblemen. Especially if you're one too. I sent a plea out to the Lees and they sent someone. I drove two hours out to meet them and they handled the rest."

"What about the servants? How did you get her out without getting caught?"

"Turns out Seokjin isn't the only one who can make bribes."

Wow, you think. This is a lot but you feel assured by Yoongi's words. He's really thought this through. How lucky are you to have him in your life? What would you have done without him? You would have just had your shitty original plan that you were too afraid to commit to. Yoongi is really coming through for you and going against his brother at that. The idea of it all still makes you nervous but at least you have someone to help back you up.

The rest of your time in the car together is met with conversation regarding other things. He seemed to notice you were growing shaky with your thoughts still swimming around the what-ifs regarding this plan and so he changed the topic for your sake. You appreciated it and when you least expected it you reach the bank.

You look at the building and take a deep breath in to hold. When it feels like you're calming down you release it. Okay. This is it.

"You ready?" Yoongi asks.

"Yeah."

"Then let's go."

The both of you unbuckle and exit out of the car. You go to stand in front of the car and wait for Yoongi who goes to grab something from the back seat. You wonder what it is and when he rounds to the front locking his car doors your brow raises at the large seemingly empty duffle bag he's holding.

He doesn't look at you but he can tell you have a question on the tip of your tongue.

"For the money," he says.

"Ah."

He looks around and when he deems it safe the two of you enter the building.

There aren't a lot of people here which is great. You're able to walk straight to the front desk where Yoongi handles everything.

"What can I help you with, my Lord." The lady at the front welcomes him with a smile.

"I need to withdraw money. Is there anyone that can help me with that?"

"Of course someone can help with that."

All three of your attention is brought to an older woman who walks up to the desk. She smiles as she clasps her hands together in front of her. She looks happy to see Yoongi and you wonder if it's because she's a fan or someone who knows she can get something out of him.

"Lead the way." Yoongi says and her smile grows wider.

"Follow me then."

The two of you follow after the woman through a door that leads to a hall. It's short and with a quick left you enter a room that's decorated with personal items.

"I'm Dorothy Wane." The woman says as she closes the door behind you. "You said you needed to withdraw money, correct?"

"Yes." Yoongi agrees.

"Can I ask why you couldn't use the ATM?"

She points to the chairs in front of her desk asking for you to sit while she takes her seat behind it.

"We're taking all the money out."

"Ah," she says. Her wide smile simmers down to a smaller one. "I can help with that then." She begins to type something into her computer before directing her attention to Yoongi again. "I'm going to need some information from you."

Yoongi nods to you. "It's her account."

Dorothy's eyes widen the slightest bit as she looks at you. Not in a way to say she was surprised but it's done in mild interest.

"I'm going to need some information from you, sweetie."

"Okay," you say softly. "But just know my account was started by my former employers. I hope that won't be a problem?" You worry your hands between each other.

"Her former employers are the Baeks."

You look at Yoongi then back at Dorothy with a nod.

The older woman raises a brow before placing her hands on the desk away from her keyboard.

"If that's the case I'm going to need them to be here."

Your brows draw together in worry.

"I'm sorry but that's not a possibility." Yoongi rests the bag on the floor before him.

"I'm sorry but I can't help you."

You quickly look at Yoongi but he doesn't seem the least bit concerned. He leans back a bit in his chair and crosses his legs with an elbow resting on the arm of the chair. He's silent for a moment as he watches Dorothy and she watches him though after a moment she starts to grow uncomfortable under his stare.

"What's more important to you," he questions. "The rules or your job?"

Whatever remained of a smile on her face slips away in one quick motion. "I beg your pardon?"

Yoongi's eyebrow ticks up in a way that in of itself it states "You heard me."

She looks between you two and you try your best to keep a neutral look on your face.

You see her breathing pick up a little as she shakes her head. "I'm not answering this-"

"You have no choice." Yoongi interrupts. "I'll make sure you never do."

Dorothy's eyes water a little as her lips open and close like a fish out of water. "If people find out I helped you besides the fact that I shouldn't I could lose my job."

"Who's to say you won't lose it now because I said so?"

Your stomach turns uncomfortably at Yoongi's words. He wouldn't get this woman fired, right? Though you know why he's doing it it doesn't change the discomfort that you feel.

Dorothy looks down at her hands on the table that shake. She turns them into fists to keep her cool. She knows that with Yoongi's power she could lose everything. Even if she does things right. Her bottom lip trembles before she swallows deeply and purses her lips to get them to stop trembling. You're starting to feel bad for her and you're about to tell Yoongi to let it go when she speaks out loud.

"If I help you, I need you to help me."

"And what would you need help with?"

She doesn't look confident in herself at all but she tries to play it cool. "If you want your money then you'll have to pay me for it."

"What," you begin to ask incredulously but Yoongi holds a hand up towards you to get you to stay quiet.

"Money isn't a problem," he says. "The question is will you do it and will you keep quiet about it?"

Her brow raises in interest. "There are cameras here, you know?"

"Nothing a quick wipe can't do for that. I'm sure the security guard on watch wouldn't mind to be paid on the side either."

She seems to ponder on his requests for a moment. You look at her as she looks to the side avoiding your gaze and you can practically see the thoughts flitting through her head. Yoongi doesn't rush her and you remain quiet until she looks over to Yoongi then you.

"Tell me what you have and we'll make a deal."

Yoongi looks at you as you do him. He waves his hand at you with a nod.

"Go on. Show her."

Without a minute to waste you take out your phone and access your bank account. When the app loads after logging in you're face to face with the amount and you show it to her.

"It's $80,396," you say. "It's all I have."

Dorothy's face visibly brightens at the numbers staring back at her. A small smile grows on her lips as she leans back in her seat.

"Well?" Yoongi asks.

The woman parts her lips after licking them. "How much will you give me?"

Yoongi stares her down as he tries to come up with an answer. Either that or he's gauging what her reaction might be after his offer.

"$5,000."

"$20,000," she counters.

"Five."

She sucks her teeth a little. "$15,000."

"Five and you get to keep your job."

She seems to have forgotten that her job was on the line here. She huffs but she knows she doesn't have a choice.

"What about the security guard?"

Yoongi rests his other elbow on the other arm of the chair and steeples his fingers. "That's up to you. It's coming out of your cut."

Her lips part in an indignant surprise. You could tell she wants to fight on this but Yoongi isn't giving her much of a choice. Her job still hangs in the balance.

She looks off towards the side as she mulls this through. She's going to be risking a lot for you. If it weren't for the money would it all be worth it?

"I need an answer-"

"I'll do it," she interrupts Yoongi with a firm voice.

Your eyes widen as you look between her and Yoongi. "Really?"

Dorothy nods but nibbles her bottom lip in small worry. Like she just made a deal with the devil but was it a fair deal to begin with?

She accesses her computer again and tries to remain calm as she talks to you. "I should be able to access your account despite the Baeks being unavailable. I just need your resident registration number but first I need for you to scan your card through there." She points to a small machine at the end of the desk. It has a little screen and it's littered with numbers and so when you pull out your card you hesitate because you don't know how to use it.

You can feel Yoongi's eyes on you and you look back at him.

"Sorry I don't... I don't know how to use this."

Dorothy gives you an incredulous look but you try to ignore it. Your sheltered life at the Baeks becomes all the more apparent right now and you hate it. Despite the woman giving you an off look Yoongi doesn't seem to judge you as he leans forward to point something out.

"You see where that slit is? You run the black strip on your card through it."

You look down at the card and the realization behind the usage for the strip makes sense to you now. You're about to do as he said but he stops you with a gentle hand.

"Flip it the other way."

"Oh." Your face grows a little warm with embarrassment as you flip the card and run it through the machine.

It beeps and from there Dorothy waits until your information pops up on her screen.

"Okay," she says as she clicks on some things. "What's your resident registration number?"

You tell her the string of numbers you have memorized and she loads the information up on her keyboard. It takes a series of clicks before she can access what she needs and when she does her eyes light up. No doubt after seeing the amount in your account on screen.

"I'll drain your account now and I'll send the information for out back where I can gather the money for you. Anything else you need for me to do before I do this?"

"Delete the account."

You whip your head towards Yoongi. "But what if I need it for the future?" The future after you're finally free from Hoseok.

He shakes his head. "The Baeks are a part of your past. Let's keep it that way. You can always create a new account here or somewhere else where you don't have to worry about the risk of the Baeks terminating your account out of spite."

You slowly nod as you come to accept what he's saying.

He's right. It's the smartest thing to do, honestly. Change isn't something you enjoy but this is for the best.

Dorothy clears her throat and after another series of clicks she speaks. "It's done. I'll get the money now and I'll delete your account after."

She goes to stand up but before she can leave Yoongi calls to her. She pauses by the desk and you watch as he stands to hand her the duffle bag. Grabbing it she goes to walk away but Yoongi holds on tight.

"Not a cent missing." His tone is threatening and the message seems to get through to her because she gulps.

He releases the bag and lets the older woman scurry out. When the two of you are alone he takes his seat and leans back.

You look at Yoongi who sits in silence but it's too deafening for you to deal with.

"Did you - were you actually going to have her fired?"

The vampire doesn't say anything at first. You think he's just going to keep quiet and ignore you but he sighs.

"If you're upset about it then I'm sorry. It was either we get your money out or you'd deal with either Minjeong or I supporting you financially. Not that we would have a problem with that but I doubt you would have liked it."

You hum.

No you wouldn't have liked that. To know that after all those years of hard work and you won't be able to touch your money, possibly, never again didn't sit right with you. And even though you wish he wouldn't have threatened her you know he was left with little options.

You wonder, if this were any of the other brothers in the family would you have tolerated their actions as much as you did Yoongi's just a few minutes ago? You tell yourself it's because he's a good person and sometimes good people have to do bad things. That's all. You think you should stop thinking about it because if you don't it'll consume you.

It takes some time for Dorothy to come back. Enough time where you're left feeling anxious. Questions running through your head like "Will she come back?" or "Is she going to call someone to help her out?" Then again who can help her against someone like Lord Yoongi? The police certainly wouldn't. Yoongi has to tell you to stop and calm down because he can hear your heart rattling like crazy in your chest. If he weren't so confident that things would work out you'd probably lose your head.

When the door opens and reveals Dorothy with duffle bag in hand you sigh in relief. Yoongi makes no action whatsoever and just waits for the woman to sit the bag onto the desk with a heavy thud after she struggled getting it in.

"It's all here," she says. She unzips the bag as Yoongi stands up to look and so do you. "I had it counted several times but you're more than welcome to count it yourself."

And Yoongi does. He counts each stack of hundreds until he reaches the amount you said there should be. It takes some time but he does it and he seems pleased with the results right after.

"Here," he says. He pushes some of the stacks towards the older woman that he had separated on the side. "This is yours. Do with it what you will but don't forget the deal. Tell the security guard to wipe everything."

"What if we're questioned about it?" Dorothy asks.

Yoongi shrugs. "Tell them it was a glitch in the system."

You look at Dorothy as she nods and sighs. You can't imagine the amount of pressure she's under right now. Her eyes may have glowed with the money but you still see a bit of hesitancy that wants to come out.

"Thank you," you say.

She looks up at you and sees the sincerity in your eyes. It seems to do something to her because she gives you a small smile.

Without another second to waste Yoongi begins to pile the stacks back into the duffle bag. You're glad he brought a large one because it's a tight fit. Once they're all in he grabs the bag with ease and doesn't look the least bit weighed down by it the way Dorothy did.

"Delete the account," he says. "And then we're done here."

Dorothy brings her monitor back to life with a wave of the mouse and you wait until she nods.

"It's done."

"Then that's all for today. Remember what I said about security."

"I know. I know." She waves her Lord off in a way that isn't disrespectful as it's done tiredly.

Without a second glance back Yoongi turns to leave and you're quick to follow after him. He doesn't say anything as you walk behind him. Anything he wants to say remains in his head until after you both reach the outside.

He unlocks the car and goes to open his trunk. He tucks the duffle bag in the corner and shuts the door before heading to the driver side. You take that as a chance to sit on your side and when the doors are shut does he speak.

"We're keeping the money back there. Until the day you leave comes."

Your brows furrow. "Oh."

He can sense your confusion and as he turns on the car to back up he tells you why.

"We'll look suspicious walking in with that bag and while I can hide it away in my room, if for whatever reason we need to hightail it I'd rather it be ready and waiting for us in the car."

That's a good idea. It makes sense so you don't fight him on it. It served no purpose being in the house and seeing that it's Yoongi's car neither his siblings nor the servants would dare use it.

After setting up the GPS you find yourselves on the highway again. Even though you still feel a little nervous you feel like a weight has been lifted off of your shoulders. You've been risking a lot with not putting that money into use but thanks to Yoongi the issue has been taken care of. Now you're just waiting on Minjeong. You hope you hear from her soon so that a final plan can be made. Just the idea of leaving has you a little excited but you try and remain chill to avoid overwhelming yourself with so many emotions.

Yoongi switches lanes before he looks at you then back towards the front. "I can hear the change in your heart beat," he says. "You okay?"

You hum in agreement. "I'm just a little excited is all."

"Don't get too excited. A lot can happen from here until then."

You grow silent after the truth. Anything can happen but you're hoping it goes your way either way.

"I don't mean to spoil the mood but you have to be prepared for anything."

"No, I know. I just can't help it though. We've made more progress together than I ever made on my own." The rest you don't have to say because he catches on.

"Sometimes help is all you need," he says. "It took a while to get here but now you are and as soon as we hear from Minjeong I'll do my best to help you go further on. We just have to find a time when not everyone is home."

That's true. Despite having the money and a rehabilitation center's location soon to be set it doesn't mean you can leave just yet. The idea of it tries to put a damper on your mood but you try to not let it.

The two of you settle for a comfortable silence as he heads towards a jewelry store. The same one he took Jimin to to get fitted for a ring set. It's been finalized and polished and Yoongi was on his way to get them as he said earlier. When you get there there aren't a lot of people so no one looks your way when you step out of the car with Yoongi.

The building is short but wide and when you step inside you're greeted by black walls and floors with glass cases housing a multitude of jewelry. There's a young man behind the counter and he welcomes you in with a bright smile.

"Ah, Lord Yoongi. What can I help you with today?" He looks at you. "Maybe something for your female companion?"

You don't like the way he says that but Yoongi ignores it.

"I'm here to see Antwon. He has something for me."

The young man nods before stepping through the back door. It takes him a minute but when he comes back a burly man with a bright smile and says his greetings.

Yoongi smiles. "You know what I'm here for."

"That I do." Antwon nods. "Come step into the back with me so you can check them out first."

A hand is placed on your lower back as Yoongi helps guide you towards the back. You weren't expecting him to take you with him but you're glad he does. You didn't want to be alone with a stranger.

"You'll love what we did with the rings. Since they're customized for your brother not a single person on this Earth will have the same." The man says.

Yoongi just hums but it just makes Antwon laugh.

You're lead into a room that rivals with the walls and floors of the storefront. They're all white and spotless.

"They're right here."

Your eyes zero in on a small wooden box on a foldable table with a metal plate decorating the top with Jimin's name engraved on it. The letters look delicate and when Antwon goes to open it you see five rings embedded into the velvet lining of the box. Not a single one of the rings designs look the same. Some look a little bulky while the others look dainty. They're all silver and would no doubt look beautiful on Jimin's hands.

Yoongi leans over to check the rings out. He carefully takes each one of them out and inspects them before handing them to Antwon to wipe down before slipping them back into the box. He doesn't say anything while he does this and you're not sure if he's satisfied with what he sees until he nods.

"They look good."

Antwon laughs. "Of course they do. We made them." He closes the box and hands it to Yoongi. "I'm sure your brother will love them."

Yoongi just nods again but it's a good enough answer for the burly man.

"Is there anything else I can help you with? Maybe something," he looks at you. "For the Missus? I can only presume?"

"Sister-in-law." Yoongi says. "And no we're fine."

You feel uncomfortable with the label he gave you. Sister-in-law? You get why he said it but couldn't you just be a friend?

"Ah I see." Antwon says. "Then let's get you out of here. You're more than welcome to come back for anything else you might have in mind."

Yoongi hums and before Antwon could see you out Yoongi slips out of the room with you.

You follow behind him as the two of you leave the building with a goodbye from the young man up front. Yoongi is quick to place the jewelry box in the back seat of his car and you figure these rings have already been paid for.

The two of you hop into the car and as Yoongi starts the car you speak.

"Sister-in-law?"

He doesn't even look your way as he starts the car. "Yep."

Your brows furrow as you frown.

He knows why you're questioning him on this and so when he leaves the parking spot he tells you.

"It was the best thing to say. I didn't want any assumptions being made about us and it possibly getting to Hoseok's ears. It seems you have forgotten what kind of people my brothers are. We don't need someone like Seokjin to go on telling Hoseok about what the people have to say about us."

Oh. He's right. It still makes you sigh though as you lean back in your seat.

"We don't need Hoseok preventing us to hang out again because of this and risking the chance for me to be with you to help you escape."

And he's right. Again.

Honestly you were enjoying your time with Yoongi. So much so that you almost forgot why you were doing all of this. Keyword being almost. It straightens out your mood and so you don't question Yoongi further on his choice of words.

You haven't done that much so far but your time waiting at the bank makes it feel like you've been out for the majority of the day. You know you still have one more place to go and you don't complain about it. The longer you stay away from his home the better, but you know at some point you do have to go back. Hoseok is expecting you no doubt in a state of tizziness. You think back to the kiss you gave him and the promise that you'll return to him. It was the best thing to do at the time and you wonder if you regret it. Yes and no. You'll always regret showing any sort of affection towards Hoseok but you know this is also you're way of setting the steps towards salvation. The more you make him believe you'll never leave him the lower his guard will be and the easier you can slip away from him without him worrying that you will escape.

Yoongi and Minjeong are doing enough. It's about time you do something to help. If making Hoseok believe you're falling for him will help then for fuck sakes you'll do it.

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