Alpha Goes First (KSJ)

Alpha Goes First (KSJ)

(Seokjin x Reader) (Omegaverse au!) (Poly au!)

Summary: Each pack has its own set of traditions and standards and as the newest omega in bangtan’s pack- you have more than a few things to learn. things come to a head when the youngest alpha tries to breed you before your pack alpha does. Seokjin doesn’t like that one bit.

Pairings: Pack Alpha! Seokjin x Omega! Reader, Implied OT7 x Reader, Brief alpha! Jungkook x Reader, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! yoongi, Beta! hoseok, Omega! Taehyung, Pack Omega! Jimin

Tags: referenced unwanted arranged marriage, omega mistreatment, allusions to emotional and physical abuse, blood, licking of blood, possessive behavior, kinda yandere! Seokjin, explicit sexual content, panty sniffing, panty stuffing, exhibitionism, voyeurism, Seokjin and the reader have sex and everyone watches and fools around in the background, Oral sex ( m + F receiving), brief bondage, a bit of humiliation, clit slapping, cock slapping, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, inflation kink, dacryphillia, squirting, hair pulling, dirty talk, mentions of male omegas producing slick, brief m x m content, 

W/c: 20.5k

A/n: me and filthy smut? possessive seokjin? need i say more. this was only originally supposed to be 12k so how???? there is significant poly content in this- so be mindful, though i only tagged seokjin x reader because he’s the only one that fucks her in this! this is sort of a birthday present for jin too- and it took me a lot of time so make sure you give it a lot of love! 

Coming to a new pack isn’t easy; the customs are always different- no matter where you go. Each pack has a different system of settling disputes, of mating, each one unique. But you’d never thought you’d get to settle in one like this. One that you’d grow to love so much that your body burned with it.

Your hands press at the mating marks on your neck, you can scarcely believe it. That someone has loved you enough to mark you this way. That anyone would. You didn’t think you’d ever end up with an alpha- let alone a full pack. four alphas, two other omegas, and one beta.

The fact that you’re really considered a member of their pack and not just a plaything is another hurdle in itself. The pack you’d grown up in hadn’t viewed omegas as much more than chattel, and the pack they’d sold you to viewed you as even less. To them omegas where just pretty pets that were good for little more than a fuck at best or an annoyance that needed a harsh hand at worst.

That was the exact opposite of Kim Seokjin’s pack.

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Cue, She | KSJ

Pairing: Seokjin x reader (nicknamed Angel)

Wordcount: 1.6k

Rating: 13+, (use of offensive language)

Genre: Romance, Meetcute, Idol!AU

Triggers: nothing except offensive language, cheating, Angel’s ex boyfriend and ex best friend are both deprecable — and, according to Seokjin, ugly.

A/N: hello, this is how Seokjin met Angel. Not much to say except I’m close to burning out and my goal is to get an update of Natural Connection and Sugar&Spice up next. Thank you for coming to my formal public apologies, Goodbye.

Also, this piece was edited by the one and only Mars, @joheunsaram. It is a pleasure to kill time with you (and to discuss all my plans which my readers won’t get access to because I’m gonna break their hearts LOL BYE)

Here’s my masterlist and here’s me leaving you to read peacefully. Enjoy 💜✨

Your brain froze. You didn't know how that happened, it had just happened. You were crying, sitting at the foot of a staircase, trying to save yourself from the wave of melancholia that was washing over you.

You were drowning, falling, and it wouldn’t stop.

How stupid life is.

Truly.

Why did you have to find out something so vile through a dumb picture on a useless social platform? The person you had loved for years and a friend you had trusted like yourself getting engaged, showing off how stupidly beautiful it was to be in love — completely foregoing the small detail that you had loved them both and both had betrayed you.

You just sat there, feeling useless and forgotten, crying your heart out in ways you hadn’t in over a year.

“It’s my meal? Yes?” A voice came from a floor lower down. Or higher up. It echoed together with a squeaky laugh. You would have called it irony if you weren’t so miserable. And then a door smashed. Footsteps.

Silence. “Oh.”

You lifted your head from your knees, dabbing at your face with your palms. “I’m sorry—”

“Are you okay?” The lean man in front of you knelt down, looking into your eyes with a funny expression, his head curiously tilted to the side in perplexity, as if he were trying to understand a puppy — or rather mimicking it.

His hair was a soft auburn, something delicate and lively.

And damn, he was handsome.

“I’m okay, thank you.” You stood up, your ankle wobbling dangerously as you tipped forward, almost falling. He simply offered you his arm, helping you catch yourself as the sole of your shoe slipped over the edge of the step.

“Careful. What’s your name?” He asked, voice gentle.

You introduced yourself briefly, stuttering a little as you blushed all over, so embarrassed by your clumsiness.

“Okay, let's focus on putting one foot in front of the other, ____.” He smiled so warmly, his lips so adorable as they shaped into a playful expression. “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head and sniffled. As your eyes recovered from being two open fountains, you recognised something familiar in him. “Oh god. I'm sorry I bothered you, I'm not a stalker I promise, I was just delivering jewels for a photoshoot. I'm not following you or anything. Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. I'm so sorry.”

Seokjin shook his palms right in front of him. “It's okay, don't worry. So, why are you crying alone in a staircase?”

You looked away. It was too raw to talk about it with an international superstar — still, he sat beside the spot where you'd sat, opening his lunch bag and getting ready.

“My ex is getting married. To the girl he cheated on me with.”

“That ugly ass.” Seokjin searched for the sauce inside the bag. He found an extra pair of chopsticks and offered them to you, insisting that you took them. “Was he handsome?”

You thought about your ex. Even though he had been charming, all his beauty had disappeared from your eyes the moment you found out what he did to you. “Maybe he had been, when we were still— when I was younger. More stupid.”

Seokjin hummed, forcing you to eat a dumpling as he spoke. “Did he call you?”

You laughed. It was bitter and cruel. “I saw it from his profile.”

Seokjin turned towards you, wide eyed. “Really? You know what? Good riddance. Don’t bother with people like him.”

You nodded. “We broke up a year ago. It’s hard because they met because of me. I really conjured my own demise.”

Seokjin hummed. “That really sucks. Dumpling?”

You confirmed, showing him the picture before filling your mouth.

“His loss. You’re prettier than this one. Probably smarter too since you got rid of that prick.”

He made you laugh. The sound surprised him, it was crystalline, like the sound of wind bells outside of temples. It shook something inside him.

“I don't know.”

Seokjin looked at you, he really did. He drank in every detail, as if he was studying you.

You were really pretty in a way that reminded him of white collared shirts and little pearl earrings and cherry lip balm. And the more he stared, the more he couldn't stop looking, even as your hamster cheeks filled with food while you munched on a dumpling. “What?” you managed to ask through your full mouth.

He had his little quokka smile on next. “Do you wanna be friends?”

You placed a hand before your mouth, trying not to spill your food as you chuckled. “You're a busy person. A famous one too. Why would you hang out with someone like me?”

He shrugged. Chewed. Stared into the void. Why would he? “I'm bored. You lost a friend. You could use a new one. I don't have that many myself.” He meditated over his words. “Do you play video games?”

This time you managed to laugh, your mouth being empty. “I do.”

“Then let's play videogames one of these days. I'm free this Friday.” He was very convincing. Very sure of himself too.

“Are you for real?” You were incredulous.

“There's a lovely pc-bang two streets down. We could hang out there.” He shrugged.

You looked around, trying to find someone to confirm the fact that he was asking you to hang out. You were still alone in the staircase. “Seriously?”

He nodded. “If you want to, of course. Just hang out. I don’t have many people who can hang out with me.”

He was probably trying to soften you up so you would pity him. “I’ll give you my number. You can call me when you’re free,” you conceded. You already knew he wouldn’t call. He’s too busy for his own good.

Still, he seemed to spark up as he quickly extracted his phone and looked at you expectantly. “Yes?”

You gave him your number, the procedure painstakingly slow as he typed like an old man. He was doing it thoughtfully, mostly because he wanted to find excuses to finish his meal with you and let your face unbloat a little after the crying.

“What’s your favourite type of snacks? For gaming.” Seokjin looked at you. He seemed to be typing that too.

You chuckled and stood up. “I like ice cream mochi. And strawberry Pepero. And peach tea.” You collected yourself.

Seokjin frowned a little. Were you leaving already? “You sure you don’t wanna eat some more?”

You shook your hands in front of you. “No, really. Thank you, though. I’ll owe you dumplings forever.”

“You can pay for dumplings this Friday!” Seokjin seemed to joke — he was dead serious.

You couldn’t seem to stop giggling. He was so endeared by it, so happy that he’d managed to distract you from bawling your eyes out. “We’ll see. Goodbye, Kim Seokjin.”

“See you this Friday,” he hollered before you exited the staircase, the heavy door slamming behind you.

The only trace of meeting you were the used chopsticks left on the step, on a paper towel. Seokjin stared at them, confused. He had been completely knocked down. He felt like he’d watched a major disaster happen.

He felt shocked. He didn’t know what to do.

“What are you doing here?” Hoseok asked. He sat down beside Seokjin and did a little perplexed expression at the extra chopsticks. “Who ate?”

Seokjin shook his head. “An angel.”

Hoseok stared into the void, a little taken aback at his hyung’s reply. He stayed like that for a couple seconds, then shrugged, grabbed the chopsticks and got himself a dumpling.

It had been a long day and Seokjin was rather exhausted, still, after the shower, he decided he might as well hope you had given him your actual number. Opening his kakao, he searched for your name.

There you were.

Might as well send you a reminder, at least to reassure you about him actually meaning to see you again.

You seemed like such a nice person. And he did want to be your friend — you had lost so much and you had seemed so lost when he found you. He felt like he had to make you feel better. He knew that his need to be a knight in shining armour for you was absolutely useless and superficial. Maybe, after all, you didn’t want a saviour at all.

He shrugged it off. It was your choice, you would turn him down, eventually.

| Hi, it’s seokjin. We met in the staircase. I wanted to send you the address for Friday. What do you say, will you be free after 10pm?

You were fresh out the shower when your phone vibrated on your nightstand twice.

It was an unknown number.

You had to blink twice when you saw the content. Seokjin. Kim Seokjin.

The address to a pc-bang.

A formal request about your favourite snacks while gaming.

And — oh god was that…?

He had sent you a picture of himself. It was a closeup of his face, mostly his eye, his strong eyebrow, the corner of his mouth and his fingers making his signature crooked v-sign.

You grabbed your Smash Bros case, covering half your face with it before taking a selca and sending it to him.

|Can you beat me at this one?

After five seconds, he was typing.

|I can try. Don’t make me ask about snacks again.

You spent almost an hour exchanging screenshots of snacks and drinks that you like eating while gaming, discussing pros and cons as if you were going to spend millions of won on them.

Before you could realise, you were already getting used to speaking to him as if he had been your friend for a lifetime.

the point of no return | kth (m)

➛pairing: Kim Taehyung / reader  ➛summary: Just when your evening out has gone to complete shit, you stumble - quite literally - into the cutest man walking the cutest dog, who manages to turn it all around. Or, alternatively - how drunkenly losing your debit card on your quest for nachos lands you the best lay of your life. ➛genre: starting out musician!AU. humor, smut, fluff. the trifecta. ➛word count: 10,896 (oof.)  ➛rating: explicit/mature ➛warnings: alcohol use, cursing, oral (male & female receiving), unprotected sex, fingering, spanking, slight over-stimulation, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, creampie, very minor cum play, brief mention of the word ‘sir’, relatively vanilla considering I wrote it. ➛notes: Welp. We all knew this was going to happen, right? I can only scream about the man in the tags for so long before the thirst is going to come out. This whole idea started from watching Tae & Yeontan’s V-Live with @quinnkoo​​ and @jimins-ass-eater​ and saying, “damn, imagine seeing him walking his dog at 1 am.” To which they replied, “Oh god, you’d probably be drunk and without your debit card or something. He’d pity you and help you home.” They aren’t wrong. I also want to give a quick shoutout to those above ladies and the lovely @serensama who encouraged me to write this and post it, hyping me the whole way. Love you, beeches. ➛song: Magnets - Disclosure ft. Lorde

This was the worst date of your life.

Okay, so it wasn’t exactly a date. What had started off as a girls night with your best friends had quickly turned into them pairing off shortly after entering the bar and leaving you all by your lonesome to try and finagle an extra shot in your vodka seltzer for free.

Those bitches.

You couldn’t be mad at them, truly. A quick glance showed that Suzu had managed to have a full cutie wrapped around her finger in a round booth near the bar, her big brown eyes batting at him innocently as he whispered a sweet something in her ear. You snorted when you heard her pull a fake-but-I-want-to-bone-you laugh, leaning forward to place a hand a little high on his thick thighs. Good for her, she deserves to get some.

Next to her, Serena had a sleepy young man practically eating out of the palm of her hand, which was nothing new, truly. She always managed to have some victim within her grasp, and though this one looked shy, he also looked seconds away from dropping to the floor and licking her boot if she asked.

Usually that would leave you with Quinn, the two of you notorious for sipping drinks and judging the patrons of whatever fine establishment you had ended up at, but she was occupied with Mr. Thigh’s friend. Her back turned towards Suzu, she had a playful narrow in her eyes, leaning into a tall brunette who’s baby face hid a wicked smirk at whatever snark she was throwing his way.

That was how you found yourself alone, trying – and failing – to ignore what must’ve been the fourth in the Drunk Man Squad. He had followed when you snuck off to the bar, abandoning the table of love birds, and hadn’t stopped pestering with shitty pick up lines and not so subtle glances at your chest.

He wasn’t bad, you supposed, but he also wasn’t great. The sleeze rolled off of him in waves, and the way he kept smirking like he had the biggest dick in the room had your eyes practically rolling into the back of your skull. You weren’t drunk nor horny enough for his antics, which was truly saying a lot.

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So this is one of the few pieces of writing I have actually come back to reread. It's so cute and the imagery and emotions potrayed are so intense and beautiful! It's definitely worth binging! (I would also love a drabble about Beth and Bang PD in LA)

7 Secrets Masterlist

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x oc (soulmate), the rest of the members x soulmates

Summary

She’s his soulmate.

He has no idea she exists.

(or, all the members of BTS have soulmates but had no clue for the past three years)

Warnings: fluff for days, ya’ll. hints of anxiety/general angst.

a/n: This is my baby! This story is so fluffy and sweet, and I really wanted to read something like this so I just decided to write it. I’m really happy that I did. Feedback is always welcome and encouraged!

Status: Completed

Prologue

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 5.5 | Part 5.9 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 (finale)

7 Secrets Drabbles

Again

In which you and Namjoon both have feelings for each other and finally do something about it.

→ Pairing: idol!Namjoon x reader

→ word count: idk, it’s short

→ warnings/tags: SFW, slice of life, friends to lovers

→ a/n: a drabble because I’m so proud of the boys for their UN trip and everything they’ve accomplished, also because Namjoon in his sweatshirt at the airport made me want to be his friend that he’s secretly in love with lol

“I want to kiss you.”

The words tumble out before you can stop them, diving one by one into the dishwater below. Your hands pause around a plate as you wait with bated breathe for a response. 

Namjoon stands beside you, holding his dirty plate out to run under the water. He’s also frozen for a moment, staring at you as if wondering if he really heard what you said. 

“Why?”

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So happy you're back! Poor Yoongi is so confused by his feelings, it's so cute I just want to hug him.

The Arrangement Chapter 35

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi

Chapter Summary: Getting ready for Jin to come over. Our lovebirds adjusting to that weird new feelings stage, slight angst.  AN: You all rock. Thank you so much for the kind words these past few weeks regarding my health and my writing. Seriously. It is very much appreciated. Previous chapter here

You changed into a casual dress for hanging out with Jin. Washing your face and applying a little under eye cream, you tried to make yourself look awake. As you appraised yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t tell that you had spent the earlier part of the day crying. Perfect. You walked out to the living room. Seeing no sign of Yoongi, you headed over to where you had left your phone charging. The phone lit up in the corner, indicating missed messages. Sighing, you unlocked it.

Jimin: text me later when you’re feeling up to it. I’m so sorry about what happened.

Sweet Jimin. You were so grateful to him for reaching out to Yoongi. And also surprised that Yoongi had read the message from Jimin.

YN: Hey. I’m feeling better. Still kind of shitty. But oh well.

Jimin: Wanna go get drunk together?

YN: I already have plans but maybe later XD

Jimin: Plans? A date with your valiant rescuer?

You rolled your eyes. If Jimin only knew. Biting your lip you responded.

YN: :/ Something like that…Watching a game with Jin and Yoongi I think.

Jimin: Lin is letting Jin do stuff?!?!

YN: They broke up a week or so ago.

Jimin: wow. That’s like a record then. Ok. If you get bored with the bro scene hit me up. Glad you’re feeling better :*

YN: Sure thing. Thanks again for texting Yoongi.

Jimin: I got you. Btw it was very hot how he stormed into the office.

You snorted. Oh no. 

YN: …….i think I preferred when you two were enemies XD

The next message you opened caused a smile to fill your face. You saw where Jin had sent several photos of different wine bottles, with an emphasis on their labels. He had sent some cat, elephant, and tarot card inspired designs.

Jin: Which one do you want?

YN: Surprise me. Seriously.

Jin: Too late. I already picked one. It’s not one of the ones I sent.

YN: lol ok.

You sat your phone down and found sadness slowly creeping over you. You glanced around the apartment, eyes darting from the couch where you and Yoongi had shared your first kiss, to the windows that showcased the beautiful view of the Han river. You had only been here a short time, but the thought of leaving filled you with dread and sadness. You looked up at the Loft area. And Yoongi. Fuck you would miss him…you… No. You decided to try not to dwell on what had happened earlier. You had done your job well. The photoshoot would look great in print; the album would be successful, and Namjoon would get over it. And if he didn’t, Yoongi said he would figure something out. You just had to believe in yourself and trust Yoongi. You could do that.

Still looking towards the loft area, you realized that you heard Yoongi’s voice. You moved closer to the stairs and paused near the bottom. You listened carefully, at first wondering if he was on the phone. After several seconds though, it became obvious he was singing. You found yourself leaning in to hear him better. You had heard him rap and sing on his CDs but you had never actually heard him do it in person. The melody descended upon you. It wasn’t a song you were familiar with. You leaned against the wall. The words had stopped and instead he was proceeding to hum the melody once more. Definitely a new song, you mused. Feeling vaguely like you were intruding on something private, you slowly padded back down the stairs and over to the kitchen. You texted Yoongi and Jin.

YN: What do you guys want for food?

Jin: HAMBURGERS

Yoongi: That’s fine.

YN: Text me what you want on them and then text when you are heading over Jin.

Jin: You got it.

Yoongi: Do I have to text my order or can I just tell you?  :p

You yelled up to the loft area, “Brat!”  you giggled and sat your phone down. You would wait a bit longer before placing the order. 

You heard some movement above you and then the slight creaking of the stairs under Yoongi’s weight. He smirked at you as he came into the kitchen. “So don’t text you my order?”

“You’re very funny. You know that?” You rolled your eyes slightly for emphasis. “You seem to be feeling better.” He said, walking around you and over to the refrigerator. He pulled out an iced coffee. “Do you want one?”

You shook your head. “No thanks. I heard you singing a little bit earlier. Is it going to be on your new album?”

Yoongi froze slightly, then forced himself to finish swallowing his sip of coffee. “Did you hear the lyrics?” He licked his chapped lips. You found yourself staring at them.

“No, just some of the melody and then you humming. Sorry. I came out here to check my phone and just kind of overheard it,” you apologized, feeling like you had done something wrong, but not quite sure what.

Yoongi seemed visibly relieved. “Yeah, it’s just one of the ones I’ve been working on. I guess I didn’t even realize I was singing it.”

You leaned across the counter. “Well it sounded good. I look forward to hearing it once it’s all official and stuff.”

“Eh I’m not sure if it will end up on the album. We’ll see. I might end up giving it to Adora to use.” He took another sip of the coffee and placed it on the counter. “The new couch should get here Monday.”

“Nice. Is it going in front of the fireplace or over by the tv?”

Yoongi answered with a groan. “Ugh. We need to move that sofa back to the TV area.” He gestured vaguely to where it was; still parked in front of the fireplace.

“Oh, right.” You started to move over towards it. “You’re not trying to have a nice romantic evening with Jin?” You teased as you started to pull the furniture across the tile.

“Wait for me, speedy.” Yoongi moved around the kitchen island and joined on the other side. “And no. In general I avoid romantic evenings.”

“Oh yeah?” You raised your eyebrows. “What do you call what we’ve been up to lately? “ You two almost had the couch back to its original location.

“I’ve made an exception lately, because I like you.” He clarified, avoiding eye contact.

“Well thank you for your sacrifice. I’m sure it’s been difficult for you.” You responded as the couch arrived back at its original location in front of the television.

Yoongi chewed on his lips. He wasn’t sure if you were joking or not; suddenly very aware that these past few days had altered the course of your relationship in a way that left him both excited and nervous.

You sat down on the couch, letting your head relax against the edge. It had been a fucking day. You expected Yoongi to join you, but the seat next to you remained empty. You looked over to see him gazing pensively out the window. “You ok?”

Yoongi looked back over at you, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean it.”

You cocked your head to the side slightly. “Didn’t mean what?”

He straightened up slightly. “I didn’t mean that I don’t like spending time with you.”

You blinked once. Twice. Trying to figure out what he was referencing. “I know.”

“Oh. ok. Sorry,” He seemed flustered. 

“Hey. Come here.” You said, patting the couch. You were unsure of where this sudden uncertainty had come from. Up until a few minutes ago things had seemed so normal between the two of you despite the changes that had occurred. You worried a little, concerned that this was because of what he had said earlier. Maybe he had changed his mind; maybe he just said those things to make you feel better. No. Yoongi wouldn’t do that, you reassured yourself.

Yoongi sat on the couch, clearly uncomfortable though. 

You scooted closer and took one of his hands in yours. “I know you were joking. Ok? I don’t want things to get weird between us.” 

Yoongi looked into your eyes. How was this happening? He felt his heart beating faster. He locked his lips before beginning, “Aren’t things already weird between us? We’re in a stuffed animal sleeping battle and you started working for me under a marriage contract.” 

You laughed, “Ok. Well. I guess then yes. Things are weird. But,” You shoved his arm playfully. “You know what I mean. I knew you were teasing me earlier. I like your dry sense of humor. I get it. Ok? I think you’re funny. ”

It took Yoongi a second. While he was used to praise for his musical talents, he rarely heard any compliments about his personality. So many people thought he was cold or mean. It took him a second to formulate a response “Yeah. ok. I’m sorry. I guess I’m just overthinking things.” 

You both heard your phones buzz. Yoongi rolled his eyes as he took his phone out of his pocket. “Jin texted his order. He’ll be over in 45 minutes.” 

“Gotcha. Seriously though. Text me your order so I can just copy and paste it into the app.” You played around subconsciously with Yoongi’s hand that was still between yours.

“Ok,” he pulled his hand away slowly, moving it up to your face. He scooted slightly closer as he pressed his mouth against yours. His chapped lips felt perfect. Butterflies filled your stomach, you didn’t think you would ever get used to this. Just as quickly as he kissed you, he pulled away and stood up. “I’m going to go get some more work done. I’ll text you my order.”

“K,” you responded, smiling stupidly up at him as you recovered from the surprise kiss. You watched him wander over to the stairs. Grabbing your phone, you found yourself wondering what the heck had happened just now. Yoongi usually seemed so confident and self-assured it was strange how things had shifted so suddenly. 

You remembered that Yoongi had said he had lots of shitty things happen in his past, much like you. No matter how successful and healed you may be, trauma left its mark deep inside. And much like you found yourself randomly crying in a park one day as a parent yelled at their child, you knew Yoongi likely had events that triggered him. All you could do was hope one day he would talk to you about it more if he wanted to. 

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