Homecoming

Homecoming

Summary: You haven’t seen your boyfriends, Jungkook and Taehyung, in a few days, and you haven’t had any alone time with them since the birth of your baby. They give you one hell of a homecoming.

A/n: This is a commission for a lovely follower, containing all the kinks, I hope you enjoy it my love!

Warnings: bless me father for I have sinned, impregnation kink, lactation kink, degradation, dirty talk, mmf threesome, sub Jungkook and Tae and reader are switchy, oral (both receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, body worship, breast worship, there’s just a lot going on here, established poly

Word Count: 2811

Your trip home from visiting your family hasn’t been the best, it seemed to take forever.

You’d missed your boys viscerally the last couple days, and when you’d called, Taehyung had seemed a bit…distracted. He’d asked about the baby, whined a little that your parents would be keeping her overnight, but then he’d gone quiet.

“Is everything okay?” You’d asked after a long silence.

“Hmm? Oh, sure, jagiya, everything’s fine, we just miss our girls.” His tone is low and almost lazy.

“I haven’t been able to reach Kookie, can you put him on the phone?”

Taehyung chuckles low in his throat.

“Ah, our Jungkookie is a bit tied up right now, but you’ll see him when you get home. We have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?" 

"Mmm, you’ll like it, jagi. I promise.”

You frown when he hangs up, but you’ve learned in the last few months to expect lots of surprises from your two boyfriends. You hadn’t expected to end up with two boyfriends when you’d started dating Taehyung, but when you met Jungkook and hit it off, he was quick to suggest a polyamorous situation.

Things had gone rather smoothly with only a couple jealous flare-ups from Jungkook, and you loved how spontaneous and exciting your sex life could be with them. Then the unexpected had happened again, and you’d found yourself pregnant.

Taehyung had only shrugged when you told him you couldn’t be sure who the father was, hugged you tight. “It’ll be mine either way, just like you and Jungkook are.”

Your daughter was nearing three months old and between the new baby and figuring out a new living situation, you hadn’t been able to be with the two of them alone.

You’d been officially living with the two of them for just under two months, but it already felt more like home than your old apartment had.

You let yourself in with your key and leave your luggage at the door, kicking off your shoes. It seems almost eerily quiet in the apartment, usually there’s sounds of your boys playing video games or talking.

“Tae? Kook?” You call hesitantly.

“In the bedroom,” you hear Taehyung, still sounding lazy and distracted.

You walk towards the bedroom, peering inside, and your breath catches in your throat.

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This was so good💌 so well written! I really enjoyed it💜💖

code blue | pjm

⤑ series: less of you

⤑ pairing: fratboy!jimin x dancer!reader

⤑ genre: angst // smut !!

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 7.1K

⤑ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, slight dry humping, nipple play, oral sex (m. receiving), public sex, unprotected sex, jimin lowkey gets emotional, mirror sex, ball play, brief handjob, masturbation, cum shot, slight voyeurism if you squint, exhibitionism, fingering?? yeah i don’t remember, but probably.

⤑ chapter song: code blue // the dream

⤑ A/N: this is out much later than i had wanted :( // but this was fun to write like a lot of my written parts for this fic. i think im juss in love with these two, bc. i hope you guys really like it! don’t forget to let me know what you think x

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Soooooo. I literally read this all in one sitting and let me tell you. It's so good! I'm so in love with this series and I can't wait to read more💖💕💌

Abundance

— summary: You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don’t get along – but all want to stay with you. Yeah, turns out crazy is an understatement.

— pairing: hybrid bts x human f!reader

— genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut

— word count: 5.2k

— tag list: @keijaycreates​​ @xsmilebitesx​​ @ditttiii​​ Part: II / III / IV / V / VI / VIII / IX / X / XI

“A hybrid?” You barely hold back a cough, the sandwich you were eating getting caught in your throat at your co-workers surprising words.

“Don’t sound so surprised Y/N, this isn’t the first time we’ve talked about this,” Jihyo rolls her eyes, pushing her water bottle closer to you as she notices you struggling. You quickly take a sip, the cool water soothing your irritated throat.

“No, but it’s the first time we’ve ever talked about me and hybrids in the same sentence,” You shake your head as you lean back in your chair, Jihyo’s eyes narrowing as she looks at you. You advert your eyes to pick at your shirt. Somehow, Jihyo always knows how to make you do something you’re unsure of, and this is too serious to be one of those situations.

“But wouldn’t it be nice? You always complain about being lonely,” Jihyo says, a knowing smile on her face as she takes another bite of her own food.

“Yeah, but I meant a boyfriend, not a hybrid!” You sigh. You had been complaining a lot recently how sad it was to come home to a big empty apartment, and how nice it would be if the space were filled with someone else beside yourself. But a hybrid? You hardly know anything about them. And considering they’re part human and animal, you’re sure they will need a lot of attention, maybe even more than what you can give.

“Besides, I wouldn’t even know where to start. I don’t know anything about them,” You add, a frown on your face as you pick at the escaped fillings of your food. “That’s what the centers are for! You pick out a hybrid and get a manual to go along with it, it’s not that hard,” Jihyo huffs, a small pout on her lips as she finishes her food. You know she only has your best intentions in mind, but this is a big step. One you’re not sure you’re ready for.

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You’re all such amazing writers that I might as well just give you all my money, I mean, I would, you guys work so hard to get things out despite having your own schedules and personal life. So thank you! I was wondering if I could request where Jungkook kidnaps the reader, but after a while he becomes so dependent on her that the roles have switched. Like he gets nervous when she’s not showing enough attention on her and is pretty much emotionally fragile to the point of breaking down.

White Elephant

It was an accident. A textbook case of wrong time, wrong place. All YN had done was go to a party like every other person her age. How was she supposed to know that her harmless effort to talk to the loner sulking in the corner would be the first nail in her coffin?

The music was loud and the house was packed, sweaty, sticky bodies all pressed together in a single wasted mass. YN needed a break from the jumping and shouting to a song she cold barely even hear, the girl escaping into the nearly abandoned kitchen. Only two other people were there, some dude downing a bottle of water like his life depended on it and another man shrouded in the shadows, scrolling disinterestedly on his phone.

Water bottle dude leaves as soon as he’s done with his drink, diving back into the swing of the party. And then there were two. For the first few minutes, YN twiddled her thumbs, not quite sure what to do with herself. She felt incredibly awkward, entirely out of her comfort zone. But her mother’s words echo in her head.

“It’s college. Come out of your shell a bit,”

The girl clears her throat.

“So … cool part right?”

She cringes as soon as her words register. The hooded man doesn’t react, making YN’s skin flush brightly.

“Ah, that’s a dumb thing to say, isn’t it? I’m sorry. I just … um, nevermind,”

YN turns to leave, her hypothetical tail tucked between her legs. But before she can escape, the man speaks up.

“It’s shitty, to be honest,” he says.

YN stills. She hadn’t expected him to speak at all and certainly wouldn’t have guessed that his voice would be so melodic.

“So I’m not the only one who thinks so,” YN says, his words encouraging her to continue the conversation.

“There’s a reason I’m hiding out here,”

The man chuckles then, sweeping his hood off his head and ruffling his hair, smiling at her. For a moment, YN is completely flabbergasted, surprised by his stunning good lucks. His hair is on the long side, dark wispy locks curled at the end and brushing his lashes. His jawline is sharp and pronounced, a small scar on his cheek. He raises his hand, offering it to her.

“Jungkook,”

“Ah, I’m YN,” she says, taking his hand.

It’s warm, almost as hot as her cheeks.

For the rest of the night, the two chat in the kitchen, time flying by rapidly as they laugh and crack jokes, becoming fast friends.

But after the party, their friendship continues to deepen. At first, it’s the girl running into Jungkook every so often around campus. And then he appears in a few of her classes, taking the seat next to her with an innocent smile. And before YN knows it, she sees Jungkook every day. He practically never leaves her side, always coming up with an excuse to extend their time together for just ten more minutes.

And before she knows it, Jungkook has her hand in his, grinning at her, words falling from his lips.

“Marry me,”

“I - what?” YN asks, completely stunned.

It’s just a normal day like any other, the two friends hanging out at the local park, sitting on the swings and pushing themselves forward with the tips of their toes.

“Marry me,” he grasps her hand gently, looking her in the eyes with so much emotion a sick feeling rises up in YN’s stomach.

“You can’t be serious,” YN says, trying in vain to pull her hand away, “We’re not even dating,”

Jungkook tilts his head in the adorable way YN usually loves, but all it does now is send her heart speeding with fear.

“What are you talking about YN - ah? We’ve been dating for six months,”

YN tries harder to pull her hand away.“Jungkook this isn’t funny,”

The two of them haven’t ever gone on a single date, haven’t kissed once, hell they haven’t even known each other for six months!

“What isn’t funny? I’m not joking. Marry me. Please. You can’t say no. You can’t,”

With one more final pull, YN dashes away, ignoring Jungkook’s angered shouts calling her name.

And so she begins to ignore him, trying her hardest to avoid confrontation with the man. The space she has from him starts to shed light on the bizarre traits the man has that she ignored. The way he was always where she was, even if there was no way possible he should have known. The way he always insists they meet in places sparsely occupied by anyone else. The way he seemed to know every little thing about her even if she hadn’t told him.

How had she missed the signs? It’s obvious that something is very wrong with Jungkook, horribly wrong. But in her desperation for attention from somebody - anybody, she had closed a blind eye to every one of his red flags.

But who wouldn’t? Jungkook was gorgeous, incredibly talented, and somehow interested in her of all people.

She’d been the perfect sheep, the ideal victim.

But Jungkook wouldn’t make it easy for her. He quickly moved past calling her six hundred times a day to knocking on her door while she hid under her bedsheets, praying for him to go away. YN even tried to get the police involved but they turned her away, stating that she’s just paranoid.

But Jungkook has been pushed to his wit’s end. So one night when the hole in his heart has consumed him and left behind only anger and bitterness, he breaks into her apartment, standing over her, watching her sleep.

The man sighs, squatting beside her, brushing his long hair out of his face and running a finger down his beloved’s cheek, nearly shivering in delight.

Has long has it been since he’s touched her? The days and night seem to blur together into a single everlasting moment of suffering and loneliness. And so, selfishly, oh so selfishly, Jungkook slides the gleaming needle into her skin, watching her eyes blow open, covering her lovely mouth with his hand to mute her screams.

She struggles but is no match for Jungkook’s superior strength. Every second she weakens until her eyes once again flutter shut and she falls limp. Kissing her on the cheek, Jungkook hauls YN’s body over his shoulder, waltzing out of her apartment and into the darkness.

And when she wakes to his loving smile, beautiful face propped up on his hands, a ring on her fourth finger, all YN can do is cry. And cry and cry and cry.

And while her tears initially hurt Jungkook, he quickly grew annoyed.

“What is wrong with you?” he snaps after a solid week of YN despairing, “Shut the fuck up!”

His harsh words cause YN to gasp, biting her lip harshly to prevent more sobs from escaping. But her eyes water regardless, making Jungkook feel guilt.

Instantly he apologizes, gathering the handcuffed girl in his arms and cooing at her, smoothing her hair.

“I just love you so much. So so much. It’s driving me insane. Just love me back. That’s all I want. Love me back,”

YN does nothing but sniffle, relaxing in his hold for no reason other than pure exhaustion. Regardless Jungkook is exhilarated, her small moment of ingenuine affection making his heart soar. He doesn’t feel alone when he’s with her. He finally feels something other than pure desperation, total anguish.

But slowly, YN’s feeling of sadness and utter defeat morphs into bitterness and anger, the girl taking every moment to spew out how much she hates Jungkook with a passion. And every time, without fail Jungkook would crumple.

“You’re pretty fucking useless, you know that?” YN asks. Sitting crossed-legged on the large bed as she sucks on a grape popsicle, lips tinged purple, “I asked for strawberry,”

Jungkook’s lip wobbles.

“I - I know. It’s just that the store was out so I thought -”

“Stop thinking, Kookie, it’ll only get you in trouble,”

The man shuts up instantly, sniffing.

“You don’t want me to leave you, do you? I’m sure there are other men who are capable of at least getting me what I asked for,”

She twists the ring on her finger, beginning to slide it off.

“No!” Jungkook shouts, rushing to his feet, “Don’t! Please!”

“Did I say you could get up?” YN asks, cocking her head to the side.

Jungkook falls to his knees instantly, tears glistening in his pretty eyes.

“I’m sorry,”

“Come here,” YN demands, scooting to the edge of the bed.

He does so instantly, placing his head on the girl’s lap, desperate for her touch.

“I love you, you know that? You know how lucky you are? For me to love someone as awful as you?”

Jungkook nods, trembling, hesitantly reaching to grab YN’s hand, sighing when she lets him hold it. He fondles her ring, the cool metal comforting him.

“I know,”

“Good,” she says, kissing his head, “Never forget it,”

And in the end, the beast created a monster much worse than he could have ever imagined.

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It’s been a while. Enjoy!

Falling For You - Yandere!Fallen Angel!Taehyung X Reader

Yandere!AU - Part of the Yandere!BTS X Reader Series

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader

Words: 11,123

Warning: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Merry Christmas to those that celebrate! Happy Holidays to those that do not! Yay! It’s finally here~ I’m so happy with the way this one turned out, if I’m being honest. It’s a little different than the other ones I’ve posted so far, so if you need me to explain anything, feel free to shoot me an ask! As always, I do not believe Taehyung, nor any member of BTS would act like this. This is just my interpretation of the archetype. Feedback is always greatly appreciated, I really hope you enjoy!

**Ego expulsurus sum = I cast out

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 You Were Mine || Ch. 06: Better Left Unsaid

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❝ You’ve avoided Jin since your messy breakup. Enters Jungkook, someone you’d grown to love and care for. But, with the shift in feelings– you make it a point to avoid everyone associated with the two brothers. Well, at least tries to but with how Jungkook felt that was a little easier said than done. Jungkook has a soft spot for you, everyone knew it. Jin knew it and he hated it but, what happens when that soft spot turns into something else? ❞

❝ rating ❞ » 18+ ❝ pairing ❞ » Jungkook x Fem!Reader / Hoseok x Fem!Reader / Seokjin x Fem!Reader ❝ genre ❞ » yandere, angst, smut, fluff, romance ❝ words ❞ » 4.4k+ ❝ warning(s) ❞ » Jungkook’s oral fixation comes out, choking (not in a good way), Jungkook being an ass hole, Areum not knowing when to take a hint, possessive Jungkook, bratty!Jungkook ❝ posted date ❞ » 11/30/20 ❝ ch. synopsis❞ » All Jungkook wanted to do was get you something to eat and drink. What he hadn’t expected was to have to deal with almost killing your roommate. It’s not his fault though… She’s just so damn irritating. You’d understand… Won’t you? ❝a/n❞ » I do not condone this kind of behavior. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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It’s the middle of the night when Jungkook awakens from a deep slumber. He untangles himself from your limbs but stays snuggled into your breast. He never wants to leave as long as you’ll indulge him because this is a vision of heaven. A rush of ecstasy. It thrives through his body and down to his soul and it makes him feel like he’s the luckiest man alive. 

He missed waking up to you naked since the last time you were in a rush to get home and he almost missed you. If it wasn’t for Jimin he probably would have but he didn’t get to treasure it like he usually does. 

He feels like he’s floating on a high he can’t explain. He could wake up to you like this every day.

He takes advantage of the fact that you’re sleeping, leaning in close to pepper kisses all over your breast before swirling his tongue right over your nipple while playing with the other. They’re hard. It’s more than likely from the cold. He doesn’t mind it, in fact, he loves it. And that just means it feels warm against your cool skin and it makes you moan in your sleep. He sucks lightly, moving his hand from your breast down to creep up your thigh. He can feel you squirming in his grasp, whining for him to stop because you’re sore. He only hums but he doesn’t make a move to do much of anything else. 

“You don’t know understand how much you mean to me…” Jungkook mumbles, leaning over you to softly kiss your pretty reddened lips. He sees your upper lip twitch the moment you settle into the warmth his body radiates. “I fucking love you so much… it hurts. You don’t understand what the hell you do to me.”

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