Every Single Fic You Write.. You Find Another Way To Make Me Fall In Love. Starting Off The Day With

every single fic you write….. you find another way to make me fall in love. starting off the day with some namjoon smut? not mad at it 😳

T H E T A K E O V E R - Chapter 1 (A BTS FF Apocalypse AU)

The recruits of Bangtan Academy were trained to be super soldiers, to be the strongest, fastest, most cunning fighters in the world, now they are being put to the test! You were at the bottom of your class, but you noticed the cracks in the system first, what are you going to do? Run or try to save the world?

BTS Apocalypse Dystopian Invasion AU. Mystery Thriller. BTS member(s?) x reader / Namjoon x reader this chapter

Smut. PWsomeP for now, cause it gets crazy fast yall.

Warnings: military, guns, rough sex, public sex, exhibitionism, oral sex, role-play, overstimulation, breeding kink, size kink? strength kink? idk what kind of kink it is tbh but it’s kinky lol, someone smarter than me feel free to name them for me, y/n is kind of a masochist.

Word count: 3.2k

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In the back of the military compound there was Bangtan Academy, home to the country’s best and brightest. That’s what your drill instructor kept telling you at least. You didn’t feel like the brightest, but you guessed even among the best of the best, there had to be someone at the bottom. That person was you.

You didn’t care, you could still hold your own with the other recruits in your class, and you never said no to a challenge, even if you were on a 134 losing streak, because Bangtan Academy was all that you knew. You couldn’t remember a time in your life when you didn’t walk the iron halls, run laps around the military base’s field, or train day in and day out to become a top soldier.

So you knew every inch of The Academy like the back of your hand, and you knew all the places you could go where your drill instructor couldn’t bother you. That’s why you were on top of The Academy’s roof, sitting next to your classmate Namjoon.

Namjoon was everything you wished you were; savvy, book smart, strong, funny, popular. He was also second in your class. The rising star of your class, Namjoon was too smart for his own good, finding studying lessons he already understood boring, so you could always count on him to keep you company.

“Do you think they will snitch?” Namjoon gestures to the military guards at the South watch tower, who have a perfect view of you.

“Nah, that one guy looks like he’s more interested in his phone than busting a couple of recruits,” you smile, winking.

“Well,” Namjoon pushes your shoulder down so you’re lying on the concrete, rolling his body on top of yours, “Why don’t we give them a show?” He raises his eyebrows, sending you a dimpled smirk before pressing his lips to yours.

Namjoon was your friend, but he was also incredibly hot, and a huge hornball, and Bangtan Academy had a definite lack of female recruits. Many times, you were one of two females in a room full of men, and sometimes you were the only female there. So when whatever this new caveat to your relationship started with Namjoon, you figured it was out of convenience.

Even if you were stuck in a sea of testosterone, to your dismay most of the male recruits left you alone, no one wanted to fraternize with the lowest rank in their class. So of course you let Namjoon fuck you, no one else would! You and your friend had at least one thing in common, a very high sex drive.

You roll your hips up, suppressing a moan because you can already feel how hard Namjoon is between your legs, while he nibbles on the sensitive skin behind your ear. “Don’t leave any marks,” you mumble, “Drill Sergeant will kill me.” You shake Namjoon’s shoulders to get his attention.

God, why is he so built? All the recruits were in top physical condition, but your friend was something else entirely, tall and sturdy and full of muscle. You intended to push him away, but one feel of his hard muscles under your fingertips had you pulling him closer to you instead, earning a quiet chuckle from Namjoon against your neck as he ran his tongue along your skin.

Namjoon yanks your shirt up, exposing your bra. His arms snake around your waist, reaching for the clasp. “Don’t break this one this time, I’m running out of excuses,” you warn him.

Namjoon hums against your collarbone. He was always so rough, rougher than he probably intended, your friend really didn’t understand his own strength. But you liked it, years of combat training made your pain tolerance high.

He pushes your loose bra up too now, exposing your bare chest to him, and starts to undo the buttons of your pants, hovering over you with lust filled eyes, studying the curves of your body, lips curved up as he silently watches how you twitch and shake under his fingertips. Watching him watch you made your stomach tighten and the center between your legs ache with need.

Has dark eyes traveled the expanse of your skin like he was imagining all the steps he was going to take to conquer your body. Your friend was always planning, always one step ahead.

Setting his plan into action, he drops his body onto yours again, teeth and tongue grazing all over your exposed skin, his hands making quick work at pulling off your pants and underwear.

“We shouldn’t be doing this out in the open, what if someone finds us?” Your warnings are half-hearted and unconvincing. You whisper the words playfully, your half naked body only wrapping around his tighter.

“I don’t think anyone is willing to have that conversation with your dad,” he says playfully. Oh that’s right, you were the school’s Head Commander’s daughter. Your parents separated when you were too young to remember and you’ve stayed at Bangtan Academy ever since. The cold isolated hallways were the only home you remembered, like the cold isolated man you called your father was the only family you had there for you.

You did visit your mother any chance you got, starved for her warmth, even if it was mostly directed at your step father and step siblings, even if she always looked at you with a mixture of sadness and uneasiness when you visited, she was always kind, kinder to you than your father.

“Can we not bring him up right now?” You tense under Namjoon, annoyed.

“Sorry, sorry,” he distracts you with kisses, hands pulling your legs back around him as he presses down into you. The distraction works, you warm up with Namjoon’s hard heavy body on yours. Your fingers run through the soft hairs on the back of his head, enjoying the tiny prickles they leave on the tips of your fingers.

Namjoon goes back to his mission at hand: making you scream his name. He trails kisses down your stomach, spreading your legs wider with his large hands so he can kiss the inside of your thighs. Your back arches from his soft touches, you’re used to roughness, pain, not this. This kind of touch makes your heart burst and the tips of your toes tingle.

His arms lock around your legs, pulling you down to his mouth. You feel his tongue, slippery and powerful, entering you, poking into your slit. It feels so good, you feel filled without any stretch or pain. He massages your inside walls with the wet muscle, making your toes curl against his back, Namjoon really is good at everything. You clench around his tongue, and he licks up and down your folds, drinking in your pleasure, tongue darting rapidly over your clit until you’re a shaking mess, and then he does it all over again.

When you look down, the sight is devastatingly erotic. His face buried deep in between your legs, but his eyes, dark and filled with lust never leaving your face. You shudder, bite you lip trying to silence yourself, but a soft moan escapes only spurring him on. His grip on you tightens, and he darts his tongue over you in the same way until you’re moaning louder.

You make the mistake of looking back at the watchtower, curiosity getting the better of you, and you see the two soldiers, binoculars pointed right at you. Oh shit.

“Namjoon, they’re watching!” you hiss, words broken by the moans he pulls out of you. Namjoon responds by pushing his face into you more. You let your head fall back. He’s not going to stop, and you don’t want him to. The soldiers already know you noticed them, so you turn your gaze back on them, you see the bulges in their pants, and your lips curl into a smirk. One of them adjusts himself, palming himself over his pants. You run your tongue over your teeth and wiggle your fingers in their direction.

Namjoon watches your display for the other soldiers, watches as you shamelessly push your elbows back instead of covering your naked chest, it made his dick throb in his pants, and as hot as he found you, he felt a pang of jealousy course through him too.

Namjoon brings your attention back on him, placing his lips around your sensitive hood and sucking hard. The abrupt sensation makes your legs shake as you yelp in pleasure and pain, your fingers digging into his muscled shoulders.

“Joon!” you moan. ‘That’s right,’ Namjoon thinks, it's his name that you’re moaning. His name leaving your pretty lips as he pushes two fingers into you, pumping them in and out while his tongue runs harsh licks into you. Your body shakes for him, your orgasm is his doing. Your frame tightens around his shoulders, every muscle in your body seizing in pleasure. You’re his.

He doesn’t pull away from you, even when you start to cry in overstimulation, even when your legs kick hard at his back, and your nails dig into his skin. Not until his lungs burn for air, only then he finally lets you go, heaving for breath.

Your body buzzes, you shake as electric currents of lingering pleasure pulse from your core and throughout your body. You lie there and you can only look up at the bright afternoon sky in a daze.

“Wow,” you laugh. Namjoon breaks into a bright smile, chin still slick from your essence, beaming down at you with pride. How can he be so achingly hot yet cute? You push away thoughts that have you imagining him as more than a friend, more than a quick fuck. The idea that someone like Namjoon would ever see you as a serious partner wasn’t a thought you entertained, it hurt too much to think of him rejecting your heart.

You do know he won’t reject you when it comes to this. You grab the front of his shirt, pull him down, and kiss him hard. Why is he still wearing clothes? You whine wordlessly into his mouth, tugging his shirt up. Namjoon gets the idea, hastily pulling it over his head. You can’t help but stare at the way his muscles jump as he flexes. You want to admire him more, but you know he’d probably tease you later on for it, so you work on unbuckling his belt.

You run your hand up and down his length, hard and big just like the rest of him. His lips cover yours again and you pant into each other's mouths. For now, you accept how much he wants you physically as enough.

Namjoon grabs your leg and pushes your calf to your shoulder, you wince at the stretch, still sore from yesterday’s combat training, and then he thrusts into you all at once, so hard and fast you have to cover your mouth to silence your screams. Namjoon is usually enthusiastic, but not like this. You wonder if he’s performing for your secret audience too.

You let Namjoon bend and use your body how he wanted, you’d let him do wherever the fuck he wanted to you after that mind-blowing orgasm, but he was simple in his desires, his hips pounding into you at a steady rhythm.

Your eyes wander to the South and he grabs your chin, keeping you to him, “Look at me, don’t look at them, are they fucking you or am I?”

You bite your lip, staring into his eyes, “You are fucking me, so good.”

He licks his lips and starts giving it to you harder, holding you down by the ankle. In front of teachers, your Namjoon was always calm and collected, working through different strategies until finally choosing the best option, taking his time with the simplest of tasks to ensure he had the best means of action. With you, he was feral. He and you didn’t have the luxury of time, so he let his urges control him instead.

He grabs your wrists with his free hand, holding them above your head. He places all his weight on you, and it’s a lot, you feel trapped against Namjoon’s hard frame. You rarely ever feel this way. You know a hundred different ways to escape a situation, but the way Namjoon has you, bent in a position that’s most pleasurable for him, there’s no escaping his brute strength filling you up completely.

It feels wrong to like it so much, the way he holds you down, slamming into you with wild abandonment. “You can’t cum inside me,” you moan.

“Why, you don’t want my babies?” He teases. He rolls his hips into you deep, and you tighten around him in response.

“You c-can’t...” you moan. This was part of one of Namjoon’s latest fantasies that you liked to play along, you and him both knew all the female recruits were required to take birth control.

“But you would look so good pregnant,” he groans, gazing down at the curves of your body, “with my child.” He ends the sentence with a harsh thrust. You throw your head back, letting your moans escape you freely.

You liked the sound of that too, enjoying the fantasy maybe a little too much. You thought about what having a family with Namjoon would look like, a cozy home with him and someone to give your love to. Finally you could have a real family. Maybe...maybe if you weren’t soldiers, maybe if he had feelings for you, maybe...

Your fingers graze the back of his hand, clinging onto this touch, and he releases your wrists and moves to intertwine your fingers with his instead, your leg pressing firmly against his shoulder, the new angle making you dizzy with pleasure.

“N-not inside, you c-cant.” You’re a horrible actress, gripping his hands tighter as he pounds into you.

“You don’t want it?” All you can do is moan. “Hmm? You don’t want me, baby?”

He speeds up, and you wonder how many bruises you’ll end up with this time, how many marks Namjoon will leave on your body, reminding you of the briefest moments when he was all yours. “I want-” you bite your lip as the whisper leaves your mouth in a moan.

“What do you want?” Namjoon brings your intertwined hands to his lips, “Say it.” I want you, you big dumb idiot. You can barely concentrate on anything other than the feeling of his length buried deep inside you.

“I want your cum...” The way he pistons in you has you seeing stars in the bright blue sky. “...please.”

“Fuuck,” he groans, his deep voice sending you closer and closer to the edge again. You can feel he’s close, the way his length hardens inside you, so you give him exactly what he wants.

“P-please, Namjoon, please,” you chant into his chest, leaving opened mouth kisses over his defined chest, tongue rolling over his nipple. He loves it when you beg for him, and he loves it when you do that. His hips stutter against you.

“Then take it, baby,” he moans. He stills against you, filling you up so much it starts to hurt. He finally rolls off you, using his shirt as a blanket to cover you. You hear faint whistling in the distance. You turn your head, giggling at him as he catches his breath. He laughs back.

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Training today wouldn’t be so bad if you weren’t so sore from your secret rendezvous with your friend, but you guess it could be worse, you could be practicing running, but today your class was in the gymnasium pool.

You were running a series of drills in swimming, diving, and holding your breath underwater. You were grateful the swimming suit the academy provided you with was unisex, swimming trunks with an athletic shirt were given to both men and women, hiding the evidence Namjoon lefts all over your thighs. You catch his eyes above the heads of the other recruits, and his eyes crinkle in a smile. Your face burns remembering his body on top of yours and you quickly look away. You didn't see the way his eyes dimmed, hurt by your actions, but Namjoon was used to your aloofness.

Diving was your favorite, because you could hold your breath longer than almost all the other recruits. You never broke The Academy's record, held by a one Park Jimin, fourth in your class, but you came very close one time!

You’re currently staring at his delicate features under water, determined to beat his time. He sits cross legged at the bottom of the pool, eyes closed, paying you no attention. You have a tight hold on clasp at the bottom of the pool that keeps you grounded, counting down the seconds you can swim for air. Every other cadet has already given up. But not you. You look up the waters surface. Usually you can see the outlines of your other classmates, but this time you don’t.

‘That’s odd...’ you think. You would signal for Jimin, but he looks intent on paying you no attention, so you swim over to him instead, using up precious energy. You lightly tap him on the shoulder and point up, he gives you a confused look.

Looks like you will just have to beat him next time, too bad it couldn’t have been today. You kick off the bottom of the pool. You break the surface of the water with Jimin right behind you. “What was that about?” He seems a little annoyed at you, but you’re paying him no attention. Your entire class is standing in a row at the windows, even your instructor. You hear the loud whining of a helicopter outside, it sounds close. You and Jimin exchange looks.

You and Jimin make your way out of the pool to join them. You cover yourself in a towel, shivering as you watch the strange sight.

Military aircraft after military aircraft land in the grassy plains surrounding your school. Large booming noises signal their approach as they land. Helicopters and their whirling turbines chop through the sky.

And then soldier after soldier descends out of the cabins, dressed from head to toe in black and carrying large weapons. The soldiers fill the compound, and then start advancing to your school.

What the hell? You look for Namjoon, but you don’t see him anywhere.

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I always have a writing plan, and then Mr. Kim Namjoon posts a selfie and always destroys that for me lol. This is all his fault! Don't blame me! Anyways, enjoy this opening to my newest story, how did you like it? <3

Relax, It’s Our Honeymoon! - Five Point Five

Masterlist

You and BTS are in a poly relationship, and have recently gotten married. It’s time for your honeymoon!

Warnings: Hoseok smut in the end 😳, cute little fluff in the start <3

I gently brush the comb through Jungkook's hair, making sure all the tangles are gone before tying it neatly up in a bun. He gets up, moving in-front of Jimin who's next to me. Taehyung then sits in-front of me, handing me his own comb. I gently comb through, making sure not to tug too hard on his already damaged hair, a soft sigh escaping from his mouth. He leans back, conditioned hair practically under my nose, heavily relaxed.

After the (what Yoongi deemed as) 'sex fest', when we had all noticed that everyone's stomachs were rumbling, Hoseok and Yoongi got to work on making lunch; a mash-up of whatever was left in the chalet. It was mainly some leftovers from last night, a large vegetable stir fry that they managed to whip up and some bread that I had made one night when I couldn't sleep. When we declared ourselves full, we split off for showers; only reconvening for skincare and pampering.

So far, we had a decent line up. I would comb through and style their hair, Jimin would moisturise their faces and choose a mask, and then finally Hoseok would give them eye cooling patches and lip treatments. We were the first three clean and out, so we had already finished our skincare routines by the time it was time for the others' pampering sessions.

Funnily enough, the only face masks the boys had brought were BT21 branded, but had still brought their usual skincare supplies otherwise. I actually laughed, seeing the little peeks of RJ and Tata peeking out of the drawers in the bathroom.

The storm was still raging outside. Even though the lightning seems to have stopped, the rain was still coming down in buckets. Another inhabitant on the island came around to tell us there was still no power, and gave us some spare camping ovens and candles. We thanked them, sending them away with a box of protein bars for the others to snack on when they promised us a take-out would be brought to our door tonight.

I finish brushing out Taehyung's hair, noticing the spaced-out look in his eyes.

"Baby? You okay?" I shake his shoulder a little, smiling when a sleepy hum leaves him.

"Just sleepy. Love you." His eyes are half-open, yawning in between words. I coo at him, moving his hand to his face to tilt it towards me. I land a gentle peck on his lips, before slowly hooking my hands under his armpits and dragging him across the floor to lay on the empty sofa. He thanks me under his breath, cuddling and shoving his face into a throw pillow.

I move back to my spot, Hoseok sending me a large smile and pulling me in for his own kiss. This one isn't soft like the sleepy one with Taehyung, it's passionate and includes a little tongue. We run out of air, separating with giddy smiles.

"Okay, me next!" Jin slides across the floor in his socks, plopping down in-front of my seat with a large smile. These boys are so cute.

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"Such a perfect cock." I babble, my head thrown back while Hoseok starts to drill his hips further into my sopping pussy.

"Yeah baby? My cock is perfect?" He keeps my arms pinned above my head with one hand, the other rubbing circles over my clit. I nod, trying to move my hips upwards to meet the brutal pace his cock is setting, but failing. His dick is hitting all the spots inside me to make me feel alive, the pleasure making my spine tingle and stomach feel like a bottomless pit.

"Harder! Please!" He obliged, grabbing one of my legs and throwing it over his shoulder, lifting up my hips slightly. The newer angle causes a growl to leave him, and a loud whimper to leave me. My foot bounces next to his neck, almost touching the silver chain that he had forgotten to take off.

He continues to fuck into me, my breasts bouncing with the sheer force he’s thrusting into me. I feel the orgasm start to build to a crescendo in my stomach, my moans starting to get higher pitched.

His deep groans and moans start to get louder, the sound of his balls slapping against my ass filling the room. I feel his hand start to furiously trace figure eights on my clit, landing a slap on it after a few seconds. I moan louder, stars beginning to fill my vision as my back arches off the mattress.

“There! I’m gonna cum Seokie! Gonna cum!”

“Cum with me, baby. On three.” I whimper, nodding to his command. His pace doesn’t falter, the furious slapping of our skin.

“One!” I whimper at the first step.

“T-t-two!” He stutters his way through, hips beginning to falter against mine.

“Three, baby!” We both let go, orgasms flying through our bodies and sending black spots into our vision. Moans turn into whimpers, and whimpers turn into soft words and affection.

“I love you, sweet girl.”

“I love you, pretty boy.”

I think there’s only like two chapters left 😳

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Half way through chapter 2 of Bon Voyage and at 7k already 😭. I'm writing it much quicker than I thought! I might even be able to update by this weekend! (don't quote me on that 👀)

I'm getting excited now, so here's a sneak peek before my inevitable existential crisis of second guessing everything right before I post.

“Ugh! I hate you!” You shove against his chest, pushing him off balance, and Yoongi’s grip on you has you falling forward onto his hard frame. You dig your fingernails into the bite mark you left on him.

Yoongi is reaching his limit. The searing pain of his bruise makes him yell, “I fucking can’t stand you!” He seethes, his hand fisting into your hair, pulling you away, throwing your body into the wet sand. Your body, not used to the cold ocean like Yoongi, is shivering against him, the white fabric clinging to your chest might as well not even be there, because Yoongi’s sharp eyes can see everything, even the goosebumps that speckle your cold body, and the sight of you threatens to unravel him as much as your never ending belligerent attitude.

I think my favorite thing to do now is writing my characters hate loving each other. Or is it love hating?

Relax, It’s Our Honeymoon! - Five

Masterlist

You and BTS are in a poly relationship, and have recently gotten married. It’s time for your honeymoon!

Warnings! - afab reader smut. hella bad smut. doggy style, pegging, the usual. 18+. if I see you reading this and you’re under 18, i’ll cry. thank you. this is about 2k. i’m sorry.

It was pouring with rain outside. A storm had somehow rolled over the tropical island in the early hours of the morning, bringing loud thunderstorms and torrential downpours that forbade the island's residents from leaving their homes.

"I should be drinking funky cocktails with little umbrellas right now." Jin huffs, pouting and wrapping himself further into a duvet he found in a storage cupboard.

"And I should be out tanning my ass, we don't always get our dreams fulfilled, hyung." Taehyung snaps, face pressed against the window as he stares at the storm causing chaos outside.

"You two need to relax! It's our honeymoon! We can take the day and use it as a bonding and spa day." I try to placate them all, knowing that if tensions start to rise, the storm won't be the only thing wreaking havoc on this poor island.

"You can do that. I'm gonna get naked and roll around in the soft sheets." Jimin smirks, getting up and beginning to walk away with a spring in his step. His shirt is effortlessly thrown over his head and onto the wooden floor, sending a wink over his shoulder at us sat with unwavering stares on his torso. I quickly get up and follow, my clothes also falling off my body, laughing when I see the trail of Jimin's. I hear footsteps behind me, speeding up my own footsteps to run and jump on the largest bed in the chalet. It's actually just a few mattresses with duvets, blankets and pillows lining the floor, but it's a bed nonetheless. I end up landing across from Jimin, who doesn't hesitate to bring me into a soft kiss, no tongue or teeth clashing needed.

I hear that more of the boys are filing in, hopefully also naked.

"How do we want to do this? Soft and loving or rough and demeaning?" Hoseok jokes, crawling next to me to peck us both on the lips.

"Contrary to popular belief, I'm up for some soft loving tonight. You guys?" Jimin says, playing with his hair and smiling as they all start to join us being naked and sat on the overglorified pillow fort. We all nod and agree, naked as the days we were born and ready with the basic sex necessities: lube and condoms.

"Who's the subs this week?" Namjoon teases, straightening out some blankets for more room. Next to him, Jin is doing the same, fluffing up pillows to put against the wall and on the floor.

"Me!" Jimin.

"Me." Jungkook.

"Baby? What about you?" Yoongi's directing his question at me, nudging Jimin to the side so he can sit between us.

"I'm feeling a bit of both today. I could peg Jungkook right now AND get fucked until my throat hurts from screaming."

"Why won't you peg me? This is bottom-phobic." Jimin asks, pretending to be offended.

"Do you want me to peg you, baby? You want my fake cock in that tight little ass of yours?" I crawl forward, pushing him backwards so he falls onto his back. He tries to get back up, but I sit myself on his stomach, keeping him firm in place.

He has a cheeky smile on his face, lifting his arms to run his hands over my hips, but I grab them off of me, pinning them above his head. His smirk is replaced with a pout, eyeing up my chest which is slightly out of his reach, even if he does manage lift his head and try to encompass a nipple in his mouth.

"Not so cocky now, are you Jiminie?" I sarcastically coo, rolling my eyes when his pout gets bigger and eyes get sadder.

I feel my hair being pulled and body being yanked back, losing my grip on Jimin's wrists.

"Not so cocky now, huh babygirl?" Yoongi growls in my ear, laughing sarcastically when I whimper and copy Jimin's pout. Uh oh. I'm in trouble.

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"Joon!" I moan, pressing my face into the pillow and gripping it as hard as I can. I hear him laugh in between moans, his hips stuttering in the quick pace he's drilling into me. He quickens up again, hips slamming into my ass and free hand rubbing fast circles over my clit. I whimper, slamming my hips backward to meet his thrusts as his moans begin to get more breathy and high-pitched.

"You gonna cum, baby? Gonna fill me up?" I say, looking at the moaning mess over my shoulder and letting out a few more whimpers when I see how fucked-out he looks. Dirty-blonde hair is stuck to his forehead, tongue stuck out to lick his lips while sweat drops run down his neck and torso. He stops and pulls out of me, helping me roll over onto my back before reinserting his cock and resuming his pace. One hand moves back to my clit, stroking it in fast circles while I grab the other and intertwine our fingers. He sends a shy smile before quickening up his pace and whispering loudly.

He's close, I can see it. I start to meet his thrusts again, knocking his hand off me so he can focus on himself.

Soon, I feel his hips stutter and a loud moan leaves his mouth. I can feel how he's filling me, his hands squeezing my hips and breasts as he fucks his way through his orgasm. His pubic bone grazes against my clit, sending a pleasurable tingle up my spine which only builds when his thrusts get sloppier and deeper.

Just before he's planning to pull out, I cross my ankles behind his ass and clamp down on his cock. Throwing my head back, my vision goes cloudy and my mouth opens in a large moan as I'm thrust into an orgasm.

He pulls out of me slowly, giving me long and passionate kisses to distract me. Once he's fully out, I feel our combined cum slowly move out of me, cooing at the fucked-out face Namjoon is pulling right now. He falls down beside me, chest heaving with every breath he takes. I smile at him, slowly sitting up to grab some wipes to clean us up with. He snatches them out of my hand, grabbing a few to clean my skin of stray cum and fluid. He even runs it over my leaking cunt, and I can feel his stare as our combined cum slowly comes out, trying to catch every drop with the wipe or his finger, which I see him stick into his mouth sneakily every few seconds.

Happy that most of it has come out, he moves on to clean himself off of the final fluids. I grab a blanket to cover him with, a sleepy smile taking over his face as we share a slow but passion-filled kiss.

"Can I steal our wife from you Namjoon? You look like you need a nap." Jin appears at the other side of Namjoon, also naked and covered in cum that probably isn't his own. Namjoon nods, tapping my ass gently as I get up to follow Jin somewhere across the room. He's blushing, ears and neck red whilst his lips move to try and say something else.

"Jin baby? What's up?" I ask, placing my hand on his cheek and rubbing the skin under his eye. He's nervous, and won't meet my eyes.

"Want you to be the first one. In my ass, I mean. I know we've been playing with toys and plugs, but I think I'm ready." I tap his cheek, so he looks me in the eyes. I nod and smile at him, which gets wiped from my face when he's suddenly on all fours in front of me.

"I don't need to be prepped, I had Taehyung and Yoongi help." I nod at him, grabbing the harness and fake cock off to the side. He's right, a plug is neatly settled in his ass, a cute little jewel glinting at me. I land a small slap on his right asscheek, rubbing the space afterward when I hear a slight whimper in reply.

I get to work on putting on the harness, looping buckles and making sure it isn't tangled or inside-out. I land a few kisses down his spine when I reach over to grab the decently sized flesh-coloured dildo, jiggling it in my hand a little. I notice the room has gone silent, apart from the raging storm outside, so I glance upwards.

They all seemed to have stopped what they were doing, instead moving closer to press cute kisses to Jin's face, his ears bright red. They're also whispering compliments at him, some tugging blankets and pillows around him so he can relax. He takes the position of lying on his front, pillow under his ass and under his head. He's gripping the pillow harshly, trying to slow his breathing when he hears me attaching it to the strap. I slowly rub the bottom of his spine, adjusting myself behind him. I see Jungkook grab one of Jin's hands, intertwining their fingers whilst the others start to move away, going back to what they were doing. Jungkook hands me the bottle of lube, watching me drizzle the fake cock in it. I send a smile his way, watching him try and calm down Jin.

Slowly, I pull apart his cheeks, the little gem on the end of the plug making a smile appear on my face. I hook my fingers on the gem, gently pulling the plug out. I use my other hand to hold Jin's hips down, little whimpers escaping his mouth. I toss the plug to the side, using the hand to keep his cheeks spread as I move my hips forward. The head catches on the opening, giving some resistance as I try to push forward. I hear Jin whimper again from beneath me, so I gently caress his spine and waist. I pause, waiting for his go-ahead, which I get after a few seconds. I see that Jungkook has begun kissing him, though nothing passionate, just innocent pecks.

I move my hips a little more forward, seeing his hole greedily take the tip and the first inch or so. He returns back to heavy breathing, starting to shuffle his hips a little to make me go quicker. I don't, knowing that if I went all in straight away it would probably hurt a lot more later. Little by little, the entire 8-inch fake cock is seated comfortably in his ass. I start to rock my hips forward, a long moan following a whine that leaves Jin's mouth. I start to go a little quicker, smirking when a loud moan and whimper drops out, letting me know I seem to have found the spot I'm looking for.

I carry on thrusting, hearing our skin clapping together, whimpers and moans that drop from his mouth freely.

"So good for me Jinnie. Do you like taking your wife's cock? You like it filling you up? Yeah?"

"Y-Yeah! Love it! Harder, please! Please!" He starts throwing his ass back into my thrusts, the dildo being swallowed into his ass, barely a peek of the flesh colour visible. I grab his hips, hoisting him a little higher in the air (with Jungkook holding him up in the front) and begin to furiously fuck into him, adjusting one of my hands to his leaking cock. As I thrust, I smother my hand in his precum, before beginning to jack him off. As I start to give him a handjob, I make sure to try and overwhelm him with the repeated slamming of the fake cock against his prostate.

The slapping of our skin is barely audible over Jin's loud moans and my heavy dirty talk. I can hear Kook praising him, kissing him in-between moans and filling in for some beautiful dirty talk.

"So good Jin. Being so good for our babygirl's cock, no matter how hard she's going! Take that fat cock, baby. You're so good!"

The faster I thrust, the louder the moans. The harder I thrust, the higher pitch in the whimpers. I alternate between the two, making sure his cock is still getting some attention, but he's busy humping between the pillows and the strap.

His breathing starts getting heavier, so I let go of his cock, focusing all my attention on fucking him. His moans get more breathier, whimpers leaving his mouth as his hips start faltering. Soon, a loud moan fills the room, so I slow down my thrusts to a hardly noticeable speed, fucking him through his orgasm. His whines are high-pitched, and Jungkook has had to take over in holding him up, his arms and legs are jelly.

"Good boy, Jin. So good for me." I coo, helping Kook to lie him on his back, slightly to the side of where we had been previously. Cum covers his lower stomach and the pillow he had been humping, sweat covering his chest. I pull out fully, smiling when I see that Kook has starting cleaning Seokjin up. I place a quick peck on Kook's lips, undoing the straps on the harness. I throw it aside, moving to help him. I place kisses all over Jin's face, finally landing one on his lips and wiping down his stomach.

Finally clean, I hazard a look at him. He looks fucked out. His chest is still heaving, his eyes are half open.

"Honey? Are you okay? You need anything?" I ask, running one of my hands through his hair, watching as a smile makes its way through his kissable lips.

"I'm good. So good. Thank you. A little thirsty, though." I nod, quickly moving to get up, but am stopped by Hoseok, who's arms are full of snack bars and water bottles. He opens his arms, dropping all of the necessities next to me. I grab a water, Jungkook having helped Jin to sit up and slowly drink some.

"Hi baby. You okay?" Hoseok has settled himself next to me, chowing down on a protein bar. He nods, sleepily laying his head on my shoulder, crumbs everywhere.

Everyone seems to have finished by now, most snacking on what Hoseok had brought and the others beginning to clean up.

Jungkook is helping Yoongi and Namjoon in grabbing the dirty sheets and pillow cases, throwing them into one spot.

Taehyung is actually passed out next to Hoseok, eyes fully closed and little snores leaving his mouth, making me chuckle. Jin and Jimin are sharing a cereal bar, cuddled up together with droopy eyes and large smiles. It's peaceful, for now.

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there’s gonna be a delay on the next chapter, hence why this was a little longer. thank you for reading! x

why did no-one tell me how hard it is to write smut. i keep cringing. why do i find the word cock funny. why does ‘Namjoon’ keep autocorrecting to banjo. my head hurts.

anyways, there should be a new update in a couple of days! kiss kiss

weird little Yoongi Drabble/mini fic thing

the final chapter of RIOH is kicking my ass rn so take this 😀

warning: not a lot tbh, mentions of children/babies, yoongi being a silly-billy, kinda a lil bit angsty.

Y/F/I - your first initial

She continues to fiddle with the necklace around her neck, back against the headboard as she waits for her lover to finish his long-awaited shower. The charm holds the initial of said lover, a 'Y' proudly displayed over her (well, his) shirt.

He'd given it to her for HIS birthday, saying that the best gift was knowing that she was his and he was hers. Weirdly enough, she had bought him his own chain, minus her initial. That was soon taken care of, a proud 'Y/F/I' dangling from the chain and onto his chest.

As a gift this year, she decided to buy a new charm for each of their necklaces, to represent the new addition to their growing family, the present sitting on the nightstand on her left.

She's nervous, hoping he likes it. Praying that he likes it.

The sound of the running water stops. The sound of his wet footsteps on the tile starts.

Her heart starts to beat out of her chest.

A yawn escapes Yoongi's mouth.

He arrives in the room, shaking his shaggy black hair around like a dog while he looks for his sleep clothes. He sends a gummy smile her way, keeping his torso bare and displaying the chain.

Soon, he's crawling into the bed beside her. She holds out her hand, stopping him from laying down fully, making sure not to reveal her nerves.

"There's something I need to tell you." His face goes blank, eyes remaining steady as he slowly nods at her to continue. She sighs, reaching to the side to grab the unassuming box that he hadn't even noticed. The box is a plain black, no sign of a jewellery brand or inscription. She slowly opens it, showing him the two tiny charms in the shape of a 'B.'

His stomach drops. His heart feels like it's fallen out of his ass. His face is expressionless, eyes stuck on the two identical letters.

"It's for the expansion to our family." She tries to explain, worried at his silence.

"I'm going on tour in three weeks, and you drop this on me now?" His voice is deep, anger poking through. Her brow furrows. She knew he might be a little mad that she didn't tell him sooner or ask him beforehand, but it was more for her than it was for him anyway.

"You going away on tour is the reason I'm getting him now." His brow furrows, scooting away from her as his mind races. What? Did she purposefully wait until he would be going away?

"You planned this?!"

"Of course I did!"

"How dare you! This is something we should be doing together!" He's gotten out of the bed, pacing up and down the bedroom, desperately avoiding her worried eyes.

"Yoongi! Calm down! I'm sorry that you didn't get to help me pick him, but I fell in love with him and couldn't help it." She tries to get up and stop him, but he avoids her arm.

"Pick him? Couldn't help it?! This is somebody's life, Y/N!" He shouts, stomping his foot. His eyes glaze over, shaking his head at the woman he loves.

"Why are you acting like this? It's just a dog!" His entire mood disappears. He stops, looking at her. She looks at him, brow furrowed in confusion, half out of the bed.

"A dog?" His voice is quiet, looking at the little charms, sitting on the end of the bed.

"Yeah, his name is Bear, hence the B. What did you think it was for?" She leans forward, resting her hand on his arm and slowly rubbing up and down. She tries to get a better look at his face.

"A baby. B for baby." He sounds ashamed when he mutters his answer after a few seconds of pregnant silence.

"I wanted a dog, to keep me company while you're gone. I fell in love with Bear, so I adopted him. We pick him up tomorrow. I thought you didn't want kids?"

"I didn't. I don't. I'm not sure. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too."

"So, can I see him?"

"Sure. But first, the dreaded baby talk."

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