HUMAN EXPERIENCE & GODLINESS

HUMAN EXPERIENCE & GODLINESS

it doesn’t matter what you’re going through in the 3D. as long as you’re fulfilling your desires in imagination..YOU’RE GOOD! never ignore your 3D because it is your creation, good or bad. the whole “ignore the 3D” is dead to me. you are GOD, but you’re also a human experiencing life on earth. therefore, never ignore what’s happening right in front of you. you are meant to BE your inner self and IDENTIFY with the inner man. but you’re also meant to LIVE this human experience!

“how am i supposed to internalize the fact that i’m rich in imagination when i’m behind on rent?”

…like i said you’re supposed to live your 3D life. so do what you gotta do to make ends meet. BUT remember your true self; the inner self. that self isn’t struggling with rent, they’re not running left and right to come up with money. that self is sitting back and relaxed because they know that rent is taken care of.

3D -> working multiple jobs to make ends meet.

4D -> relaxed & at ease because ends are already met.

as long as you continue to return to state of mind that you’re at ease because everything’s fine, it’ll materialize super quick! i promise you that!

“how do i internalize that i already have my dream appearance when my family constantly points out my flaws?”

…go within. in imagination you don’t have any physical flaws, you’re perfect. it doesn’t matter that your family is pointing out your flaws. all that matters today, tomorrow and next week, is that you returned to imagination and continued to fulfill it. you keep doing that persistently and it’ll materialize quickly.

3D -> family is a hater and keeps pointing out physical flaws.

4D -> you ARE your dream appearance and you look perfect.

so always remember your true self! the 4D, imagination, consciousness. that’s GOD, that’s you!

>"everytime his hands or mouth were between your legs" THEY HAVE DONE THIS BEFORE?? space fuck buddies??😔🤞and the angst with mc wanting a kiss😭😔 so this is how its gonna be icic/pos

i was kind of?? shocked?? when tae made that bet LIKE HELLO BOUNDARIES?? but that was within boundaries afterall huh, hot

AND TAE IS SO FUCKING MEAN HERE HELLO??? yes call me pathetic, please. ill even pay,🙏 yoongi is apparently ignoring mc for a long time now(that bitch) i wonder why :O are they just not friends? did smthin happen after they left earth or was it back on earth alr? hmmm

oH BUT THE ENTIRE HEAD SCENE AAAA SOO KSJDODNDKAAAA😭😭😫it was rlly steamy nd hot!! i kind of expected some pussy slaps because taes just so mean buuuut not here😎 which is totes fine nd just as hot

thank you so much for posting author 💞❣ have a nice day💖

mars - chapter one

genre : sci - fi, lots of smut, fluff, angst, slight yandere ngl

pairing: ot7 non idol bts x reader (this one focuses on taehyung)

summary: you’ve been friends with the members of the mars exploration team for years now, despite having known them for so long new feelings emerge in the isolation of life on mars.

warnings: sexual content, oral (female receiving) , fingering, slight dom + sub thingy going on, voyeurism.

words: 2.2k

A/N - i’ve proof read but I don’t have a proof reader so its a bit of a shit show i can imagine. i also haven’t quite figured out the timeline of this in my head so if it keeps changing i’m sorry [:

part: 1/?

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IM SORRY??? THEY WHAT NONONO

MC WAS GETTING SOME NICE TIME OFF WITH HER BF AND BESTIE😭😭😭

BUT NO

i have to know now,, did jihoon nd nayeon fuck before mc nd jihoon got tghtr? does jihoon even like mc as his girlfriend or didnt know how to breakup😫? mfer probs felt too guilty to break up,,

ngl, the second that paragraph where nayeon introduced herself came up. i KNEW I FUCKING KNEW THAT THERE WAS SMTHIN FISHY GOING ON!! and i was right and oh my god namjoon😨😨😦 DIDNT HESITATE AT ALL just went for it. and its the fact that he seemed like the only person who cared. the most caring one, even tho he CLEARLY did some stalking and has info he shouldnt even know about🤞very cool namjoon!!

i wonder who killed jiwan, and i wonder WHERE THE AUDACITY TO GO BACK AND TALK TO THE MC CAME FROM AFTER CHEATING ON HER BF??? CAME FROM?? idkkkkk kinda suspish?? maybe just a lil, but who wouldnt be suspicious over everything after this chapter😔😔/pos

thank you for posting 🙏🙏💞💞💞 cant wait for what the next chapter is gonna be like. sniff its the last one😪 ARRGHH I CANT WAITTT😫

pls take ur time author, take care of urself nd jave a gteat day❣

Strangers (Chapter Nine)

Strangers from Hell AU

Series Masterlist

pairing: ot7 x reader

genre: yandere, horror/thriller

word count: 6k

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!): unreliable narrator, murder, mature themes, minor character death, obsessive/possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, stalking, bullying, violence, blood and injuries, mc has some self-deprecating thoughts, mc is lowkey in denial.

When Nayeon offered to book you a hotel room, you weren’t expecting her to book such a lavish place. You tried to convince her to pick a cheaper motel you wouldn’t feel so guilty staying in but she wouldn’t allow it, insisting that you let her take care of you. It wasn’t like she didn’t have the money - her position paid quite a generous salary. But that wasn’t the point. She had already done so much for you and you just felt like you didn’t deserve any of it. She had waved off all your attempts, fixing you with an almost exasperated look that finally made you shut up.

It reminded me of the first night you met Nayeon, in the bathroom of one of the only college parties you had ever attended. Before you had met Jihoon, there was another guy from one of your classes that you had gotten close to. You had bonded over late night studying in the library and last-minute racing to the cafeteria before it closed. Despite your best efforts, you fell for him. When he invited you to his friend’s kickback, you were excited to spend more time with him. That was until he blew you off to have sex in his car with some random girl. The two of you weren’t exclusive by any means, but you couldn’t help but be jaded over it.

Even back then, you knew you were probably being silly for feeling jealous. But you were also just hurt that he had left you alone at a house party where you didn’t know anyone. When turning to drinking only resulted in you being even more intoxicated and sad, you had ventured off to the bathroom to let your feelings out. And that was how Nayeon had found you, sitting on the closed toilet seat with your head in your hands and tears streaming down your cheeks. 

“I can promise you he isn’t worth your tears,” She had stated, giving you a look in the mirror as she checked her makeup. When you explained your pathetic situation, she only scoffed in disbelief. She grabbed your hand, pulling you up from your seat and meeting your gaze fiercely. “I’m Nayeon. See, now you know one other person here.”

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this was, so nice 🤧 i loved the part the boys played and adore the groups dynamic. especially when mc is added to the mix :D

i will admit that i never played fallout. so i was a bit confused at some parts- but google is free😎so its fine and it didnt pull me out of the story at all ! AND HONESTLY FUCK SAM WHAT THE HELL what a fucking dickhead!! HE TATTOOED THE FIRST WORDS MC SAID TO HIM☹☹🤨 FUCKED UP THATS FUCKED UP! but it reinforces just how he sees mc, as something to maybe win over and own. awh man good thing hes dead huh, i hope john doesnt try to get revenge or smthin?? idk if he even cares tbh,

a quick disclaimer tho; i fell in love with namjoon in this story😫😭 HES SO COOL AND SURE OF HIMSELF BUT KIND TO THE MC AAAA😔😔😔

yoongi was a lil shit in the beginning, god i love him. but i also love how you show yoongis true feelings and intentions in your writing. like, yoongi never rlly told the mc anythint about how he felt, or how the soulmate mark affects him. but we dont need to learn about that through the mc, because you sprinkled his thoughts and emotions into the text🥺 yoongi just needs to sit down nd hug the mc god damnit😨😔

ALSO JUNGKOOK IN THIS STORY??? HE WANTS TO FUCK YOONGI (so do i) i like how, jungkook he is despite being a robot. even if his emotions arent obvious or really there- theres still that intention with the way he acts. he puts other before himself, wants to make everyonr as comfortable and welcome as possible :((( SIGH maybe i also love robot jk

i do hope we get to see more of this universe, maybe as some small drabbles or just answering questions about them i will be pleased with anything🙏 i just wsnt to know when yoongi nd mc are going to kiss and if jungkook joins their relationship later on. hed be a wonderful addition to those two🤞 and hell always want to hug them both

ok im getting a bit carried away but i cant help it, not when i just read this wonderful story😫😫 thank you for posting author. thank you for sharing with us your work :D

Vault 69

A Yoongi x reader fic

When your vaults radiator leaks and poisons the air you're forced to make your way out to the waist land in hopes of finding medicine. The thing is the waist land's not quite as barren as you thought.

Soulmate AU, Fallout AU

word count 7729

AO3 Link

For @yoongsisbae

special thanks to @celestialvixen and @slaughter-mama

You stare into the sun. It's hard not to when you haven't seen it before. Pictures just didn't do it justice. A big light in the sky. You understood on an intellectual level that it was real but some part of you always doubted it. It's beautiful especially as it starts to make its way towards the west. A sharp elbow to your side grabs your attention. You wince. He’s never pulled any of the force and you hate that after all these years it still catches you by surprise.

Sam a tall man who’s always acted like his height made him in charge of whatever situation he’s been in, and if his height fails well his fists would take care of the problem. You’ve been with him since you were kids. Not really by choice. He said you were the prettiest out of the three viable options so you were his. No one bothered to disagree with him.

The overseer approved you as a match after you both came of age and that was that. He was bad but his lackeys were worse. At least he has a mind of his own. At least he had a spine and wasn't a coward. At least he had a plan. It wasn't much, but it was something. You told your self it was something. 

Open the vault and try to find rad-x in the great unknown. If any had survived that is. That was the plan. You had been told since birth though, that there was nothing outside of your underground vault. Sam had reasoned that it didn't matter. You had been running out of food for generations and with the reactor leaking radiation into the air? You were all sick but the four of you were the least sick.

The people with housing by the reactor were almost all walking skeletons now. Sick and dying and the medicine had run out years ago. If there was nothing outside that would be horrible, but it didn't matter because there was nothing inside either. You had to find something in the wreckage. You had to.

More impressive than the plan though was that he had actually done it. Ok mostly it had been John who was good with computers. Had managed to make the behemoth move but it had been Sam who had taken the credit. Maybe that was fair. Maybe when you had the ideas that was just how it went. It certainly meant that you weren’t the one with the gun. John got a security nightstick. Hell, even Paul, who was useless, got a baseball bat. 

You had a wrench. It was your wrench too. Your great times whatever generation had been before the war, Before the fall of man, grandfathers. You think he had been a mechanic of some sort. He had brought manuals to bikes you’d never ride with him instead of something helpful. Or fun. Paul had a series of comic books. He told you once you could read them if you sucked him off. He had ended up with a black eye and you had ended up in the holding cell for violence. 

That had been before your father had died. The first of the vault's population to succumb to the radiation. You probably would have been dead right along with him if you hadn't had the privilege as Sam called it of staying in his bed. He was going to be the next overseer of the vault anyway. Everyone knew it. 

“Sorry” you mutter, turning your eyes away from the sun. you’ve been walking for half the day. The sun is already starting to set and you’re already bone tired. So are Paul and John. You would assume Sam is too but he’s trying to hide it. You can tell it’s important even out here that you all think he’s stronger than you. Better than you. 

As if the barren rock landscape cares. As if the shriveled trees care who’s incharge. The current overseer, also Sam's father, not that that's why he’ll be getting the job oh no definitely not, has updated his pip boy with the map to the outside on his arm. Just him. Yours has a vague one but is updating as you explore. You hope he knows how to read it. 

“Sam. I’m going to need a break soon” you hate being the first one to say it but you see the relief in John and Paul’s faces. You might be the only girl and maybe the one with the worst radiation sickness but you know you're also the only one who’s not afraid of Sam. 

“We don't have time for a break, kid!” He’s maybe six months older than you. It had been annoying when you were kids but now as adults you see him for what he is condescending. 

“If we don't break now we’ll need a longer one later. We all need water. Maybe you don’t but we do.” Sam comes up to you and you can see you’ve made a critical mistake. He grabs your cantine. You make a grab for it. If there's one thing he hates it’s when anyone challenges him. He gives you a shove. It's not even particularly hard but it sends you into the rock. You groan in pain and watch as your water spills out onto the ground. 

“I said no breaks” You stand up ready to throw punches if it cam to that. What was he hoping to accomplish here? He would get you all killed!

“Why are you such a dick?! Sam what the hell is your problem” you feel your voice rising. You hate it. He always uses your displays of emotion against you. Like any reaction he provokes out of you means he’s won. Completely ignoring any point you make. Sam grabs your arm and starts pulling you along. His grip is bruising. It always is. You hate him. You hate him so much.

“Just shut the fuck up we have a job to do and” A crack rings out and makes you jump out of Sams grip. You look at his hand convinced he’s fired that pistol in there but no. It's not him. Shots? Is there someone else alive out here? And they have a gun. You all look around in panic. Dead. everything out here is supposed to be dead.

There's another crack and pain blooms along your side. You let out a scream that's more fear than pain really. And your hand goes to your side. Sam looks at you. At the blood and then at the others too. “Run!” he yells. To them. He doesn't give you a second look.

“Sam?! Sam!!” you scream as he leaves you without so much as a single look back. Another bullet whizzed past your face and you scramble back around the rock. You clutch your wrench to your chest, heart beating out of control. 

“I'm gonna tear you apart!!” A voice fast approaching calls. Your stomach drops. No. no no no no. This can’t be happening. The overseer was searching for people on the radio. He would know he would have told you. Would have–

“Fuckin' hide from me? You're dead!” another deeper voice calls out. You look around. There's an outcropping of rock not too far. You think you can make it, you just have to be quiet, you just have to keep your mouth shut. You take a deep breath and then another one and start running. Strong arms grab you from behind and for the second time today you are thrown into the ground. 

“Aww come on Yoongi, she’s just a girl all alone. Your friends leave you princess?” you look up at the small man with the clear high voice who’s tone and smile are nice enough but whose eyes are full of a cruelty that's evident. He’s looking at your pip boy. Its better then looking at your body. But not by much. Without the little computer on your wrist you would be almost blind.

Yoongi the one that grabbed you pins you to the ground and starts searching your pockets one hand pinning your wrists above you. You struggle against him but a boot to the wound in your side stops you. A tall one looking down on you wiggling his boot into your wound. “Careful Yoongi this one doesn't look so good.'' His voice is so deep you feel like you can feel the vibration in the earth. 

“You're just a pre-goulie bitch aren't you? Hu? That's right keep struggling. More fun thats way” You freeze up in terror eyes only for the one on top of you. The one whose name you know. 

“Please. Yoongi please” you get out. Yoongi's face twists in rage. How many fucking waistlanders have tried this trick on him? Read his soul mark on his neck and tried to get him to stop. Hell, maybe he killed them already. He shifts his weight kneeling into the dirt, his hands now around your neck not yet squeezing. 

Who cares if you’re running hot. He’ll just take a road away. It's better this way. Watching life leave their eyes. He's pulled back by his collar and to his feet. The man who does the pulling is a giant. You stare up at him coughing and trying to regain your breath. Yoongi turns on the man. “What the fuck Namjoon what the fuck?!” Namjoon throws him to the big man with a deep voice. 

He seems not to know what’s changed but he obeys Namjoon. “ Look at her fucking side Yoongi!” Your side? You don't understand if your eyes go there but you can't see past the blood. You instinctively go to hide whatever it is to stop these men from looking at you. Another one grabs your hand back and ribs at your already damaged vault suit. Your hands claw at his but he’s just as immovable as Yoongi.

“Pre-goulie. Well shit Yoongi it's your handwriting and everything.”

“That doesn't change anything! Just fucking kill her!” Namjoon smacks the back of his head making Yoongi growl at him but the rest of the men around you have already relaxed. They seem to have elected to ignore you. Namjoon gestures to you and one of the men takes a step toward you. 

His smile, unlike the small ones, seems genuine. You still don't want him anywhere near you. Your eyes go down to your side and widen at the dark blocky writing on your side. It takes you a moment to read it at an awkward angle. You're just a pre-goulie bitch aren't you? Hu? That's why right keep struggling. More fun that way. The writing looks angry and somehow deep. You look up at Yoongi and look angry enough to spit. 

“What did you do to me?!'' The men share looks all except the calm one. He looks younger than the rest. Cleaner. Calmer. Skin perfect save for a scar on your cheek.

“You don't know what a soul mark is?” You scowl at him. Are they making fun of you now? Teasing you before they kill you? The man, boy really in front of you nods like he is processing your reaction. He moves your arms too, not rough like the deep one. Gentle. Ah. a vault dweller. “I see. My Name is Jungkook. Can I have yours?” He’s digging around in his bag. 

Namjoon is tilting Yoongi's head. Observing his neck. The mark once faded and gray like his own has become fresh, vibrant. Beautiful. Namjoons own heart aches at the sight. Yoongi is looking anywhere at you and though his ears twitch at the sound of your name he makes no response to it. 

Yoongi had thought as soon as he got his soulmark, late for one to appear really, in his early twenties that he had already killed you. And now he finds out that you’re alive. He’s angry. Can feel the rage building in his body. 

Jungkook brings out a huge looking needle and goes to use it on you. You let out a little squeal and Yoongi's body reacts with a little half step before he regains control. This is how Jimin and Tae react. Pulled by the fucking thread. Yoongi has no interest in being anyone's puppet. 

“It's just medicine for your side. Then the rads”

“I'm not taking anything from you!” Your voice is high and distressed. Yoongi looks at you. At your unnatural clean. You're paler than you should be, he thinks, like your skin hasn't seen the sun recently, maybe ever. You look unhealthy. A gross mole person. He grabs the stimpack from Jungkook and stabs you with it. 

You cry out and when your side, just grazed by a bullet really, probably fired By Jin then. He always was a shit shot, starts to mend. you start to scratch at the newly forming skin abject terror in your eyes. Jungkook grabs your hands again. “Its ok. Just speeds up healing. Just medicine.” He grabs out some rad away and hands it to you. “Drink this. It will cure your radiation” Your eyes light up.

“It will? Do you have more of this?” 

“I don't. It's kind of expensive. Why?”

“We left to find this. There is a leak in our reactor. People are getting sick and”

“And what you expect people to just give it away you stupid ghoulie? Hu? You don't even have any caps!” Yoongi says the anger in his voice is evident. He gets more than one glare. You aren't supposed to be like this to your soul mate. “You don't even have any water!”

“You were all supposed to be dead.” You mutter. Not liking his tone one bit. You wish he still was. You don’t know what's changed but it seems like you are no longer in danger from these men. You don't give expensive things to people you are just going to kill. 

“A functioning vault and an honest to god vault dweller. I call dibs on her suit.” One of them calls you scrunching tighter on yourself. “Drink up so it's not too irradiated. I'm not trying to glow or turn into a ghoul.”

“What's a ghoul?” you whisper to Jungkook, apparently deciding that he's the one you can trust. “Am I a ghoul?!” you don't know what it is, only that it's bad. Jungkook gestures to the medicine and you drink it. It's awful and you almost retch but once it settles you look at your body. 

It doesn't hurt. You don't realize how much pain you were in until it was gone and so you sit mystified in this group of strange men. “Nah. Yoongi's just rude. He still calls me a tin man” you look at him confused until he draws up his sleeve and reveals a robotic arm. You reach out to touch it but Yoongi slaps your hand away. He glares at you but then shoots a glare at Jungkook. 

“How many times do I have to tell you not to show off you dumb hunk of junk!”

“Sorry Yoongi. She’s going to come with us though. She's your soulmate” 

“That's not real.” from you is tied with.

“No she’s not” from Yoongi.

“Ok sure” Jungkook says to both of you then Looks at Namjoon. The leader of their party. Namjoon is looking at you thoughtfully. 

“Do they have more of those suits back at your place?” He asks. You clamp your mouth shut and Namjoon admires the effort. If he wanted to make you talk he could but he'd prefer not to. He’d prefer you not to know that either. You seem like a nice kid. For a raider he has a soft heart. “They need meds. Meds are expensive. We could trade.” 

Your eyes narrow in suspicion. “ Why would you help me? He wants me dead” 

“He’s an asshole and my robot”

“Synth”

“Just patched you up. We get the meds, then we keep the extra caps.”

“You won't hurt the vault?” 

“Nah, we’ll even send Jungkook in to fix the reactor, '' Namjoon sais with a smile. You look around you don't know if you can trust them but you do know that there isn’t much of a choice either way. You hold out your pinky to Namjoon. He takes it with a grin. You seem satisfied. “You’ll have to come with us though. You going back only means more meds. And we’ll need your suit.”

“I had dibs”

“Shut up Jin.” Yoongi snaps at him. He sees the fear in your face at some thought undressed in front of them. “Later. We’ll get you something to wear.” When you look relieved, she rolls his eyes.

“I had water.” you say. To no one in particular. It was true they had seen the bottle. 

“Yeah? your friends take it?” Namjoon asks.

“No Sam he. He emptied it” You say frowning. Namjoon frowns too. They left you for dead three men and they left you to a pack of raiders. If it had been any other group other than Namjoon’s they could have left you for worse.

“Sounds like a dick.” 

“He is” at least this is over. You know you should probably try to find them but honestly. They can die. You don't care. That shove had been the last straw and leaving you? Your fingers trace over the mark on your side. It feels the same as it ever has but this mark. It saved your life and the mark on Yoongi's neck. It's your handwriting. You don't understand. You don't like it. You want to peel it off his neck. “Where are we going.” hopefully you can fine a potato peeler.

“The dome. A big city. Three days walk from here” He points in the direction of a setting sun. Far to go without water. A bottle is thrust into your hand and you look at the giver. The one with the mean smile. 

“The walks are not so bad. Can you fire a gun?” You shake your head. 

“Wasn’t cleared to use them”

“Well. that will have to change. My name is Jimin. Can you feel it?” He sees the confusion on your face and grins. “The Pull, me and Tae '' he points to the deep voice. “We can feel each other's pain.” He pinches his arm and Tae throws a rock at him that one misses. The motion is fluid. Practiced. “Can you feel his pain?”

“How would I know?”

“Cause I have this theory. Yoongi always acts like a little bitch because you were all sick and shit. Let me see your arm”

“Jimin” It's a warning from Namjoon. 

“Come on!” You give it to him. You think it might be better if he likes you. If they all like you. Jimin pinches you. You yelp and Yoongi stops. He looks at you glares then slugs Jimin hard in the stomach. 

“Fuck you and fuck Tae. I know you two are in this together” Tae moves to slug him too but you in a panic grab at his arm. You almost end up with a fist in your face but the other tall one. Jin you think. The one who wants your clothes interrupts. 

“Cheap shot Tae. you get her face and you might ruin my suit” You take a step back and almost run into the last one whose name you haven't figured out. He leans over lips almost on your ear. 

“Boo” You jump and your face turns red. 

“Are you and Jungkook all…” you gesture to Yoongi's neck to the mark on the tae wrist you assume is the same thing. 

“Robots”

“Synths!”

“Don’t have soulmates” A look passes over Yoongi's face and then a wince of almost pain over Jungkooks. You nod once and punch. It hurts your hand more than it hurts him but still it feels better than nothing. “Ooooh Yoongi your soulmate is punchy” he grabs your hand and adjusts your fingers. “Elbow next time” Yoongi has to resist the urge not to shake his hand “ till you don't punch like a wastelander”

Hobi has looked out for Yoongi and vice versa since they were kids and unlike Yoongi he’s ready to welcome you with open arms. Hobi never had a mark. Unlucky enough, or lucky enough to either never meet his soul mate or for them just to be dead. Not like Namjoon. Not like their poor leader who had watched his settlement give his lover to raiders to appease them. Namjoon had killed both parties but it had been too late. It had almost killed him. No way was Hobi letting Yoongi go down the same path.

The rest of the group seemed to be of the same mindset. It's clear in the way you’re the center of the group. The only one who seems not to give a shit is Yoongi himself. He just keeps glancing at Jungkook.

There was that. What do you do if you meet your soulmate and you already have a robot lover? What do you do if you meet your soulmate and try to kill them and then it turns out they neither care nor believe in the concept?

It's not like Jungkook cared. Probably. He liked them all well enough and if you asked him to fuck he’d almost always say yes, especily to Yoongi but he never initiated him self. Best not to bring that up with Yoongi. With Yoongi it was almost always the best strategy not to talk about anything. 

You make camp sooner than expected and when you do you are confused until Yoongi whispers to Jungkook and he comes over and pulls off your shoes. They aren't meant for the wasteland. Just for the vault. Your feet are torn up from walking, Jungkook tuts. Yoongi’s a bit impressed. He only stopped when it became hard for him to walk. The soul bond does let pain travel but it's greatly lessened. 

Stimpacks are expensive so Jungkook instead empties a bottle of vodka on your feet and wraps you up in some bandages as best he can. You make faces and a few little noises but not much. Good, you're tough. You’d need that. 

Jin lays out a knife, a new pair of shoes and an outfit that looks old pre war maybe but preserved remarkably well. “Trade me” He says. Namjoon eyes him suspiciously but in truth while this would make you stand out it would be less than the vault suit. You take the knife. This you do have experience with though mostly in a kitchen setting. You head off behind a rock but you hear steps behind you. You grab your knife prepared to attack but you're disarmed quickly.

“Dont be stupid. If any of us wanted to do something we would and this knife won't stop us. A gun wouldn't stop most of us” Yoongi says with a look of disgust on his face. He turns around though. “The only thing stopping us is the fact that they would hurt me so. Calm down. None of them will hurt me.” You change quickly and look at your vault suit. 

You've never worn anything other than this and the sleep set version. Yoongi turns back around after what he’s deemed an appropriate amount of time and snatches the suit out of your hands. It's still warm and still smells fairly clean. Like the vault laundry. He harshly puts a hat on your head. “Look down in the city. Pretend to be a boy” Not that that will be likely to work. Not with a face like that. A body like that. “ don't talk to anyone. He grabs your arm harshly at first them releases his grip when he harms himself. He leads you back to the makeshift camp and throws the suit at Jin. 

Tae whistles at you and Namjoon looks at you seriously. The rest of them are in a curious mix of armor and armor made from recycled materials. You see what looks like a football uniform on Tae's shoulders. 

Some kind of harness on Jin that maybe was once moving straps. 

You look out of place amongst them. All except Jungkook who's in a shabby suit that's probably prewar but is almost falling apart. You take your seat by him. Yoongi thinks it's kind of cute. For a second before banishing the thought. That you think Jungkook isn't a threat. He could break you in half like a tree branch with no effort. 

“Synths don't need armor?” you ask. Jungkook smiles, glad not to be misrepresented as a robot. 

“We are very sturdy. You should get some. We’ll find someone soon”

“Find somepne?” Jungkook makes a little finger gun with his hand and points it at you.

“pew pew” you turn a bit green. These are bad men. You scoot just a tiny bit away and hear a snicker. You curl up in the ground just outside of the ring of light cast by the fire. You consider running but where would you run to. It's like being in the eye of a hurricane. 

Before you can make up your mind you’re already asleep. 

The second day is less exciting than the first. Just walking mostly. They are going slow. You pass by one group of people but they appear to be heavily armed. Jungkook puts his arm around your waist and waves. You wave too. 

There's talk behind you. Jungkook makes a good disguise but you? That pretty face? It makes sense why you’d have your own little private army. Especially if Jungkook was your lover. He looked rich and you looked expensive. 

Yoongi watched the casual touch and jealousy burned in him white hot. He pulls Jungkook away and in doing so pretends that fixes it. Pretending Hobi’s arm around yours when you almost wall off a cliff isn't just as bothersome. Pretends he has a choice about you after your marked into his skin. 

You seem to have more resistance. Being in the company of murders and theives though will help that. You do see them pass up more regular people. Wastelanders, you learn. Namjoon preferes to attack other raiders. Its still murder but you prefer it to what it could be. 

You’re surprised that they have left you with your pip boy. They had you put on the radio on it but none of them want to bother with learning it. Or so they say. They watch you fiddle with it though when a giant bug, a bloatfly, they tell you later, and stab with surprising accuracy. You explain how it works naively to Jungkook. 

It becomes on the table of things you’re not allowed to talk about. Your shared secrets between the group. You want to dislike them but they are all so charming. Sometimes they will sing along to the radio songs you have never heard before but all feel familiar and a few you can even join in on.

You like the way Namjoon and Jin make sure everyone has food before they eat even if you don't know what you're eating most of the time and think it better not to ask. You like the way that when Taehyung found out you had a map that was developing and could make marks on, he had you mark every interesting thing he saw. It seemed like he was the reason Namjoons little group had no permanent home. Why they wander around like a company of lost sheep. Tae couldn't stay in one place for more than a few weeks before he went a little stir crazy. 

You like the way Jimin will follow Tae and try to annoy him for fun but also when another one of the hideous blowflies tried to attack he shot it out of the sky without even looking. It's impressive. You like the way every single box they pass Hobi has to open no matter how long it takes. You like the way he hands an old soda bottle to Jungkook who opens it, then hands it right to you. The way they all watch you take your first sip of nuka cola quantum and fall in love with the stuff. The way if you have searched through a box Hobi doesn't need to double check a privilege apparently only afforded to you.

You like the way that your scrounge items are always laid out before Namjoon who examines your treasures and nods thoughtfully. Occasionally he’ll tell you to ditch something because it is irradiated or just too heavy but other then that just tells you they are nice.

Jin shows you his collection of his old odd treasures and is delighted when you tell him what one of his pieces is. An old motorcycle part that you recognize from the textbooks. You guess your great great whatever was had brought something useful after all.

You don't like Yoongi, you tell yourself. You keep repeating it to yourself. When you wake up with a blanket that you didn't go to sleep with, that Yoongi roughly takes back in the morning. You definitely don't like that he’s funny. That he’s made you snort more than a few times. You definitely don't like the way when he looks back he flashes you just a quick smile. His gums on full display before he remembers that he doesn't like you and scowls. 

It's not till the third day that anything is wrong. It's nothing big really. You had found a hollow shell of a house and Hobi was showing you how to open a safe with a bobby pin and a screw driver when the ground started to shake. You look up at Hobi confused. Hobi looks scared. Hobi never looks scared. “Hide!”

Hobi gives you a shove towards the stairs and yells at you to hide again before drawing his gun. The upstairs was in worse shape than the dilapidated down stairs but you have little choice, You dash up them. The structure groans at your added wait and one of your feet hits a soft spot puncturing a whole in the floor. You manage to scramble up and head for the wall. The only one still standing that has a dresser still upright. It’s throw another whole in the floor when you see it. A huge ant burrows to the surface. It's as big as him and locks eyes on him and attacks. It bites at Hobi and he screams in pain and anger, one he can handle but that's not the problem, the problem is more ants come pouring out. All just as big. They skitter around and you're horrified to hear some of their insectile legs start to crawl up the rotting wood. 

Hobi managed to shoot the one on him, stunning it into letting go, but has to retreat before he is pinned down. He can't take this many on his own and your little knife isn't going to do shit. “Hide” he shouts again. The upper floor is mostly just that, a floor, all the walls but one taken down buy either the bombs or the never ending march on time just time. Hobi watches you climb up on top of a burrow but the thing is shaking. Fuck they should have gven you a gun! You look at him just outside. Again. You can't believe that you’re being left to die again. He’s not moving though. He takes a shot at the one that bit him and you can see there's quite a bit of blood. 

“HOBI! There are too many!!” He should go. You dont both have to die here. the problem isn't so much that they can get you though at some point they might its more that the weight on the dilapidated floor is starting to make the wood groan. Hobi makes it to the crest of the hill and fires up into the air. It draws some of the man sized ants towards him. A line of predators set on prey. Not enough of them leave. Now that they've seen you they are intent on eating you. You let out the smallest groan. You hate bugs!

It also draws the rest of your little group. Yoongi seeing the floor swaying almost makes a dash for you but stops and thinks better of it. Impulsivity has never gotten him anywhere. How many bites from those things could he take? He turns to Jungkook. Jungkook scans the scene and holds out his hand. Yoongi put his gun in Jungkook's hand. The two of them don't need words. Never had. It had been Yoongi that Jungkook who had first spilled his secrets too. It had been Yoongi that made him feel like he was real and that the feelings he had were real. He knows that he’s going to get bit. It's better than you. Better than him.

Jungkook makes a dash towards the horde of ants and tosses the gun at you. It's a good throw. He was built to be perfect after all. You catch but only just and you lose your stable position on the furniture ending up in a far more precarious one. They hope your little wrist computer can help you aim. Tae and Jimin follow Jungkook, letting him take the aggression and firing at the ones that make it past him. They manage to push back enough that Jimin and Tae can start firing directly into the tunnel. Jin and Namjoon start bludgeoning the line after Hobi while Yoongi starts to stanch the bleeding on Hobi’s arm. They will need another stimpack later but as Jungkook is the one who carries them this is the best he can do. They are practiced at this. Even from your current state of near panic, part of you appreciates it.

Yoongi hears you start to fire. Not at the ants already on the floor but the ones still trying to climb up. Your rate of fire is steady and you have never been more grateful for the aim assistance your little pip boy provides. When you shoot one that almost bit Jimin's head off, the others are just as grateful. “I’m out!” you yell to no one in particular one of the ants on the top floor bit at the dresser and you almost fall off clinging to the furniture like it is a sinking ship. 

You hear more shots from far away and the ants around you stop moving. Namjoon firing from the top of the hill down after making sure Hobi was no longer in danger of getting bitten again. The floor below you however groans again and a few pieces fall. “You have to jump!” Yoongi calls to you now just outside the shell of a house. You look at him like he’s crazy.

If you jump you’re going to break both your legs. The floor makes another noise and you close your eyes and jump. Better your legs then your spine you suppose. You hit something. Not the ground softer and it makes a groan. Your ankle is the only thing that ends up hurt and not too bad. Not a snap of bone. You feel like you hit the ground anyway. “Ow” you mutter, opening just one eye and seeing you landed on Yoongi. 

“Shit” he says winded letting his head flop to the ground. You try to scramble off of him but an arm restrains you. “Wait for the synth” he says. Like he doesn't need you here. Reassurance that you’re safe. There's another crash as the second and first floor become one. You jump on instinct pressing further into Yoongi. He scoffs but the arm around you tightens. There's another louder boom and his arm tightens again. You're scared and he is surprised to find he doesn't like it. “Just Jimin closing the tunnel. You get bit?”

“No” Yoongi has to laugh. Lucky. You were so fucking lucky . First the raider that tries to kill you is your Soulmate then you manage to avoid a whole colony of ants. “Yoongi?”

“Yeah?”

“I don't like bugs. I really don't like bugs” He hears you sniffle and lifts you carefully. Almost gently off him. “Its so fucked up that you just have giant bugs out here? Did they eat Hobi?!”

“Hobi!” Yoongi calls. He comes over arm already healing. He looks at you, the tears and his eyes are scanning you for wounds. “See he’s fine”

“What's wrong?”

“You got bitten by a giant ant!”

“Oh, you didn't have those in the vault I guess.”

“There were big roaches. One bit me when I was a kid”

“Rad roaches? nasty about this big?” he mimes the size of a football and you shake your head and mime something the size of a small dog. Hobi flinches at the thought and makes a face of disgust. “Thats fucked up. I hate bugs”

“Me too” you say with a nod. Jungkook comes over and touches your ankle. 

“We’re out of stimpacks. This isnt broken but it's sprained. We’ll get it takes care of but”

“It's ok! You can lean on me” Hobi says quickly, eager to make up for his mistake. Yoongi's eyes narrow. He’s glad Hobi is ok. But he should have been more careful. There are ant holes all over the place. You might not know what they are but Hobi sure did. 

“That won't be necessary” Yoongi stands up with a bit of groaning and crouches in front of you. “ get on.”

“No way! I can walk!”

“Dont be stupid ghoulie”

“I'm not a ghoulie!” to his surpirse you get on his back. You don't want to be close to this place. You want to get the meds for your vault and have Junhkook repair the thing, lock the doors and never come back out into the awful wasteland again. “Stop calling me that.”

“Nah. when you sleep you still glow like a lightning bug”

“Hate bugs”

“You’d like these. They are small and pretty. Even Jin likes them and he’s a coward” He tells you about them. A low calm voice as they approach the dome. It's a raider city and a rough place but they have a doctor. You don't like the look off it and you like the look of the guards at the door even less. Jin comes up pretending to talk with Yoongi but instead adjusting your hat. Pushing your head against Yoongi's neck. 

Jungkook comes up close on the other side of Yoongi. He looks different taller, his face set hard. His hand touches your arm twice then goes to his gun. “Keep your head down for now” You look too new. Too fresh. At least they just had the forethought to get you out of that vault suit. The three of you make your way to the doctor.

The doctor is a creep. You know it the second you end up on his table. He looks over your eyes lingering on your almost totally un-marked skin. Your mouth full of white teeth. His check up is above the board but mostly because when he tried to unbutton your shirt to check your lungs a blade threatened to sink into his back. “Fine, fine. She’s got low level rads poisoning and needs a stimpack. 300 caps''

“You want to try again? I think she gets a discount seeing as how your eyes are still in your head” 

“200”

“200 and you don't administer it”

“Fine”

Jungkook does the administering. Yoongi’s face relaxes. A tension eases out of him. Rads fucking hurt. You look like you just learned that you’re no longer getting killed next week. Jungkook grabs something out of his pocket and puts it into your hand. Bottle caps. You look at him confused.

“From Namjoon. Go get yourself something to eat, then head to the hotel there’s a room for you” Jungkook ushers you out to start the real negotiations. You look at Yoongi and he gives you a nod. You should be safe enough inside the walls. He pulls the hat down low before you head out. 

You head over to what seems to be a food stall. There's a robot that takes your order and you understand why Jungkook dislikes being called a robot. Still the thing serves up a good cup of noodles and calls you partner in a cute accent. 

You get a few stairs but you still have Yoongi's gun, even if it has no bullets and that makes you feel safe. Namjoon also, a well known figure in the dome, has made a promise to those who count that if you get hurt he’d hurt them back. Throw in that you’re Yoongis, THE Yoongi, soulmate. Still though. After you leave Yoongi waits about two minutes then follows you out. 

Jungkook watches him go and knows it's the start of a new chapter for them. He doesn't mind. He likes you. You’re good for Yoongi and it's clear that getting your rads taken care of has changed things for him. 

Yoongi watches from the bar while you are still at the food stall. You’re looking around with wide eyes too full of wonder to be a wastelander or raider. You’re attracting attention and you seem to be aware of some of it but not enough. It makes him worried. 

He stands up when you do, and follows you to the Hotel. It's not till you get halfway there that he notices someone following you. He reaches for his gun but you have it. Shit. His pace speeds up just a bit. 

You feel a hand on your shoulder when you're just within the reach of the hotel. Your hand goes to the knife first and it lets Sam know everything he needs to. Your gun is empty. “Hey! Easy there!” You look at him clearly shocked. “You’re alive” You don't look pleased.

Your hands cross over your chest. “Yeah no thanks to you” Sam grins at you and goes to touch your face. He’s no longer in his vault suit and he’s got similar garb on to your new found friends. You think that’s probably a bad sign. Jimin likes to tell you stories about the worst of the raiders. Namjoon would stop him but it’s probably best you know.

“Come on now. They had guns”

“So did you! All I had was a wrench!” Sam shrugs and his thumb touches your lip. He’s had an ok time out here. Pauls dead, but he and John have a pretty sweet new gig. A new crew. Sure membership had cost Paul's life but who cares. 

“Yeah and you're fine now. How’d you get away? You trade something?” he eyes your body up and down. The big problem out here is that so many of the whores were not clean. You were always clean. You slap his hand away and he feels heat growing. “Dont be so fucking rude. You hear about this soulmate shit?” he unbuttons his shirt. There's the word am on his chest. It's large and not in your handwriting. If you had to guess a tattoo with the way it seemed to be irritated. 

“First I think that's all bull shit. Second, is that supposed to be me?”

“Your first word was my name after all” you roll your eyes. This was true. Your dad talked about it all the time. Thought it was the cutest thing. It was a result of the two of you being in daycare together. Nothing more. You pinch your arm and he just looks at it. 

“You’re soulmate feels your pain dumbass. Did you get the meds?”

“Come on. They’re dead anyway.” You give him a little shove and try to get past him. He grabs you and shoves you back against the wall of the building next to the hotel. You glare and try to push him off but you’ve never been able to have you? You let out a little sound of rage. You’re tired  of being shoved around.

“They aren't dead!”

“They will be. Come on, you can come with me. Sell your pip boy and just do what you've always done. Be my pretty little–”

“You think we’re still together? You left me to die!”

“You belong to me!”

“I have a soul mate Sam and he sure doesn't look like you!” Sam lets out another sound of rage and grabs at your shirt looking for your mark. It doesn't take long to find when your shirt is splayed open. He grabs your knife and presses it to the mark. If your mark isn't him he’ll just have to give you a new one. 

When Yoongi sees a man on top of you, a knife to your skin shirt opens his mind goes one place. He springs on him, a wire pulled from his pocket and slipped around his throat. He pulls and pulls and it's only when he’s choking, brought to the ground that he looks up at you. Your hands are crossed back over your chest and you're staring down at him coolly. “Do you want me to stop?” He doesn't want to stop. Have you ever seen a death though? Does he want to remind you of how you met?

“No. he was going to cut off my soul mark.” you crouch down face very close to him. “I'm not yours Sam. Never was” Yoongi was right. It is fun to watch him die. Yoongi slips the wire back in his pocket. Your shirt tore like paper. You need armor. You need bullets. That knife wasn't enough. 

“Your friend?”

“My ex. The fucker tattooed my first words to him on his chest”

“Fucked up.”

“Fucked up” You agree. 

The next morning both are in the chair by your bed. You notice that it looks a lot like what Sam had on him. The thought of taking what was his makes you smile too. Maybe its fucked up. But taking from the man who his whole life acted like you were his property? You notice the new shirt is not what he had on. Instead is cropped shirt that would show off your mark well.

i love these two sm theyre so cute😫😫😫 but so horny too lol😭 AND I JUST LOVE HOW IN LOVE THEY ARE WITH ONE ANOTHER THEYRE SO FUCKING CUUUTEEE AAA

also love how mc says that she cant wear stuff that show her neck and shoulders, yet. like, doesnt stop jungkook when he starts leaving more hickies😭😭 like yeah same honestly!!!

AND THEN THE WAY HE STARTS GOING DOWN ON HER AAAA THAT WAS SO HOT OMG MY PALMS ARE SWEATY AND MY LEGS ARE KICKING OMGGGG. yes pls :>

AND THE WAY THEY END IT WITH A KISS OHH MYBSIDN LOVELOVE LOOOVE fuck theyre so cute. i hope they have a nice outing with their friends🙏

this was such a nice fluffy, smutty read :((( thank you for posting author ♡ have a good day

“We aren’t going anywhere until you put that dress back on”

Jungkook x Reader

Smut ;)

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Most boyfriends would would want their girlfriends to cover up whenever they leave the house, but not Jeon Jungkook.

Your boyfriend went feral at any sight of your skin. He loved it when you wore shorts around the house that would ride up ever so slightly and give him perfect views of what belonged to him, he loved it when you wore crop tops that gave him easy access to your middle for when he wanted to feel your soft skin. But most importantly, he loved when you wore things that showed off your shoulders whenever he would take you out, because it meant he would get the opportunity to show everyone just how much you were his.

You were both going out to eat with a group of friends, and you had a baby blue, off the shoulder, ruffle hem dress that you'd been dying to wear for the longest time. What better chance than right now?

Jungkook was sitting on the bed, mindlessly scrolling on his phone, as you walked out of the bathroom into your shared room. He looked up to ask if you were ready, but was immediately rendered silent at the sight of your exposed shoulders.

Exposed shoulders are an opportunity for him to leave his mark all over you in a place where everyone can see. And so, as you turned to face the mirror on your dresser and began putting on your earrings, Jungkook knew what he had to do.

His phone was quickly discarded onto the bed as he got up and walked towards your figure. Once he reached you, his hands went straight for your hips. As you put on the last earring, you felt his lips attach soft to the top of your shoulder.

"You look so pretty" he murmured against your skin in-between soft pecks.

"You like my dress?" You asked, smiling back at him in the mirror. You took a moment to admire his own outfit, his white button up bulging where all his muscles were, the top couple button left open and giving a sneak peek of what laid underneath.

"Love it, you should wear things like this more often."

You giggled slightly, knowing he's the reason you never can wear off the shoulder things.

"I would but I never can because you always leave my neck full of-" You gasped in surprise at the feeling of Jungkook's kisses turning into bites. As he sucked on your skin, you knew that he would make you late, but he'd also make you have to make some modifications to your outfit. Your boyfriends mouth was too tempting though, so you closed your eyes and angled your head slightly, giving his mouth more room to work.

Jungkook worshipped your shoulders and neck for what seemed like forever, he never could get enough of you. Alas, when he remembered that you both had somewhere to be very soon, he reluctantly pulled away, his eyes sparkling as he admired his work.

As soon as you felt his lips leave you, you opened your eyes and gasped again, this time in shock.

You knew your boyfriend liked to give you hickeys, you were about to tell him that he was the reason you couldn't wear off the shoulder clothes before he began to prove your exact point. As you looked in the mirror, you counted at least 5 majorly noticeable red sploshes adorning your shoulders.

"Jungkook!" you exclaimed in a whiny tone. He met your eyes in the mirror, not a hint of guilt in them at all.

"What?" he said, playing dumb even though he knew exactly what he did.

"Did you have to leave that many? I'm all red!"

"Whoops" he replied sweetly as he gave one final peck to your cheek. He headed back to the bed so he could put his shoes on and you two could finally leave. He wasn't at all sorry. If anything, he was now even more excited to take you out and show you off.

"You're something else, Jeon Jungkook." You grumbled as you made your way over to the closet. It was too hot to wear a jacket, or to put excessive amounts of makeup to try and cover anything up. The only solution was to ditch the pretty dress all together, and go for something that would hide your boyfriends love marks.

As you peeled the dress off, Jungkook looked up from his shoes, ready to take your hand and leave. However, his face fell once he saw the dress that he loved so much on the floor.

"What are you doing?" He asked, dumbfounded as he stood to walk over to you.

"Looking for a new dress" you muttered to him as you combed through your closet.

"What's wrong with the one you had on?" He asked sincerely, not grasping the larger issue at hand.

"Jungkook, there's no way I'm gonna go out showing my shoulders when they look like this."

Again, the idea of Jungkook taking you out with his marks on display for everyone to see was something he was very much looking forward to. He was not going to give up this fight easily.

His hands quickly went to wrap around your middle, putting a stop to your frantic search for a new outfit.

"We aren't going anywhere until you put that dress back on."

His words weren't very provocative, but the tone he used made the area between your legs throb in a delicious way. You were probably already late, what's a few minutes more?

"Make me."

"You think I won't?" He replied as his hold on you tightened.

"Hmmm, what I think is that I'll wear a long sleeve today."

There was no going back now as Jungkook pulled you over to the bed and laid you down a little less than gently. He crawled on top of you as his hungry eyes raked over your body that was still just in your matching bra and panties, the baby blue dress still on the floor. It wasn't gonna be hard for him to get what he wants

"Wear the dress" He muttered as his lips attached back to where they were a couple minutes ago. Your arms wrapped around his neck instinctively.

"I can't"

"Why not? It was a very pretty dress." He looked up to smile at you childishly. You rolled your eyes at him, but luckily for you, he had already returned his attention to your body, this time kissing just above your boobs.

"Because its embarrassing, our friends are gonna see how horny you are. "

"How horny I am, or how willing you are to let me touch you?"

He did have a point, you knew exactly what he was gonna do as soon as you put on the dress. Despite that simple fact, you wanted to see how far you could take this.

"Definitely how horny you are." By now, he had made his way from your shoulders all the way down to your lower stomach, attaching his mouth wherever he could as he chuckled slightly.

"I don't mind everyone seeing how much I love you, in fact, I want everyone to see."

"Well I don't."

He finally reached exactly where he wanted to, and where you needed him most. The only thing in his way at this point were your panties, which you gladly assisted him in removing by lifting your hips up. He smirked at your eagerness, which only turned him on even more.

"Wear the dress" he growled slightly as he kissed your inner thigh.

"No" you replied, slightly out of breath from the proximity of his mouth to your core.

"Well I say yes." His warm breath felt amazing, and you're sure it elicited more wetness than was already down there.

"Well I don't care what you say." That was a lie, but you were getting impatient.

Your words made him reach up and grab you by the hips, pulling you down even closer to him, he stopped just before he could make any contact though.

"Really? Because.." He stopped to lick a long stripe from your opening to your clit, then looked up at you as he licked his lips. A whiny noise left your mouth, complaining at the incredibly brief contact. "How wet you are for me says otherwise."

"Jungkook please" All of your restraint was out the door now, your need for him to immense to ignore.

"Please what baby?" he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Please touch me" your needy whine were definitely tempting, but he had yet to get what he wanted.

"Please wear the dress then."

You couldn't respond to that, too focused on arching your back, fighting to get his mouth on you quickly. After a couple seconds of you not replying, Jungkook pressed a swift, open mouth kiss to your clit, which made you grip the sheets beneath you so tightly that your knuckles turned white. You were ready to concede.

"So you'll wear the dress?" He smiled at you sweetly with triumph in his eyes.

"Yes"

"yes what baby?" Another kiss landed on your clit, this time three seconds longer.

"Yes I'll wear the dress Jungkook, just please-"

That was all he needed to finally give you what you both wanted, his tongue entering you so quickly and suddenly that your hands went to his head to make sure he wouldn't leave.

There wasn't much need for words after that. Jungkook put all his attention to devouring you. His mouth worked wonders on your opening, switching between sucking and licking. The only sound in the room at this point being the sinful wet noises that resulted from his actions between your legs, and the tiny moans that escaped your mouth, letting him now how much you enjoyed what he was doing.

It didn't take long for you to start feeling that delicious warmth in your lower stomach and core that only Jungkook knew how to give you.

"Baby, I-I'm almost there" you cried out softly, your whimpers picking up significantly.

He had already been feeling your opening tighten a little before you opened your mouth to let him know that you were close, he was more than familiar with your body and orgasms. To make sure that you were more than satisfied, he placed a thumb on your clit and began rubbing into the spot that always got you going. You let a deeper moan leave your mouth.

"Come on my mouth baby, show me how much you love me"

That was the absolute end for you. The knot snapped in your stomach instantly, your eyes shutting close as pleasure waved all over your body.

Your boyfriends mouth would not, could not, stop there. Jungkook made sure to lap up every juice your body gave him, making sure his mouth didn't leave until your opening stopped throbbing around his tongue.

You caught your breath a few seconds after, your chest no longer rising up and down as fast as it had moments prior. Jungkook then crawled back up your body and kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. You both moaned into the kiss.

When he finally pulled away so that you could both catch your breath, his smug smile was so big it was hard to miss.

"Now, where did you leave that pretty little dress?"

STOOOOP OMG THIS FIC IS SO FUKIN FLUFFY AND I LOVE IT🤧🤧😫

from the beginning of to the very end:( just fluff. and thats fucking great! LIKE THESE TWO ARE MAKING ME SO FLUSTERED AND GIGGLE theyre so endearing

tbh i kind of knew halfway that she was maybe pregnant but NAMJOON??? YEAH THAT ACTUALLY SUPRISED ME SM THE WAY I NEEDED A MOMENT TO PROCESS IT TOO.

and the way they talk to each other and how much theyre thankful to have the other >:'((( r u shitting me im gonna cry FUCK THEYRE SO CUTE

and the smut at the end 😫😫😫 THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SM AND THATS HOT not to mention the last line 😔 haha author ur so funny,, oh no wheres the rest of the story :((( BUT IT WAS THE PERFECT LENGTH HONESTLY and the ending was supr cute nd funny to end it with :'3

thank you for posting and sharing this with us author💕💞 thank you sm and have a great day

New Beginnings | KNJ

Summary: Namjoon has just had the busiest and biggest day of his life after the launch of his first album. There's only one thing that would make it the best day he's ever had. Or maybe two things...

Pairing: Namjoon x Female!reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Genre: Idol AU (non canon compliant?), cute lil drabble, established relationship, FLUFF (this is your warning that it's VERY cheesy - pls brush your teeth after this lmao), they're both clueless and in love

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: lots of crying, lots of kissing, happy news, smut

A/N: Firstly, how is everyone holding up after Indigo? Personally, I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest and I've disintegrated into a puddle of my own tears lol. I know Indigo inspires more of an angsty theme but tbh I've cried my eyes out for over 12 hours and I need something happy to make me stop crying. So I wrote this. Hope you like it.

p.s. that daddy comment in his live was so unnecessary but the way he read it like he was reading the weather report just had me 😂

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“Baby, are you crying?” 

The horrified look that takes over Namjoon’s face makes you giggle involuntarily, but the contrast of your reddened eyes and mirth does nothing to clear his confusion. If anything, it frightens him even more.

“I’m okay, Joon,” you assure him, wiping the residual twin streaks on your cheeks. “I’m so happy for you. It’s just my hormones being crazy.”

“Period due soon?”

“What else would it be, huh?” 

You feel his warm lips press on your temple as his strong arms envelope your entire frame. Face mushed into his chest, he feels the vibrations of your muffled words, paired with your unsuccessful attempts to break free from his embrace. 

“Joon, seriously, I’m ok. Now, come on! It’s getting late and we still need to drive there.”

He acquiesces as you mumble something about getting ready, but not before giving you one last squeeze.

It’s been a long fucking day. Fulfilling and entirely overwhelming, it feels like a massive weight has finally been lifted off his chest. You know how hard he’s worked on his album. In fact, you’d been there since day one, back when he still had platinum hair and lived with the rest of the boys. 

From listening to his struggles that had yet to be lyricised to giving him a piece of your mind when he’d skipped all his meals in favour of finishing a track. You had been there throughout all of it. If it were up to him, your name would be in bold at the front of the long list of credits.

Releasing some of his nervousness in a measured sigh, with sweaty palms he picks up the blue velvet box that’s been hidden with his studio equipment for the past month and quietly slips it into his back pocket.

For the past month, Namjoon had wracked his brain to come up with a setting romantic enough to propose to you in. However, preparation for his album launch had made it almost impossible to get an evening to yourselves. 

It was a couple of days ago when you’d insisted on organising a special romantic dinner for the two of you in celebration of the launch day that a lightbulb lit up in Namjoon’s head. He’d agreed a bit too enthusiastically, causing you to frown at him in suspicion. A few distracting kisses later, with a heaving chest and swollen lips, you’d forgotten all about it.

“You ready, bab-?” 

Absentmindedly walking into your shared bedroom, Namjoon’s jaw drops in awe as he takes in the purple midi dress that accentuates each curve of your body. He takes in your form unhurriedly, thanking his lucky stars as he lets his gaze roam over every last inch of your body.

You look at him in anticipation, for a beat too long, an unreadable glint in your eye.

“Baby, you look so fucking beautiful,” he says, shaking his head in disbelief. “But, why would you give me a boner just before we’re about to leave?” He whines, once again pulling you into him, this time flush against his crotch to make his point.

You answer him with nothing more than a soft peck to his lips before pulling away. He groans, chasing your lips to get his fill as you smirk at his eagerness.

“Come on, Joon! I’m starving.” You turn on your heels, leaving him high and dry as you practically bounce towards the front door. “We can fuck later, let’s go!”

If Namjoon wasn’t currently clouded by the lethal combination of love and lust, he would have noticed, and questioned, your eagerness. It was his surprise after all, so why were you in a rush to get there?

—-

It was a beautiful igloo restaurant in the countryside that overlooked a meadow, the night stars casting an ethereal glow on your features. The day you’d visited him on set for his Wild Flower music video, you’d made him promise that he’d bring you back there for a romantic picnic. Although December made that promise hard to keep, he’d settled on the next best thing.

All pods were decorated with bountiful light inside and out, but they all were empty except one. The one with the best view. Of course, you’d think he had to book out the whole restaurant, as one of the rules of being this famous. But, for his intention tonight, it worked out in his favour without raising your suspicions.

Whilst you were busy taking in the view in front of you, Namjoon’s eyes were locked onto each and every expression on your face. With every passing second, he was sure you were his missing half. And he could not wait another moment to make you his.

“Joon, this is so beautiful.” There it is again, the strained voice, as if you were holding back tears.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asks, anxious.

“I’m fine,” you reassure him, patting a stray tear at the corner of your eye.

“Baby, you can tell me an-“

“Come on,” you cut him off, threading your fingers through his as you lead him towards your pod. “I just so hungry.”

Namjoon giggles at your enthusiasm. “But, you just had a snack in the car.”

“Still hungry,” you respond, struggling to keep your bubbling excitement at bay.

Namjoon watches as you inhale your food, stealing glances at him when you thought he wasn’t looking. The plates finally empty and you nurse your wine glass in an uncomfortable silence until he finishes his. Every sense in his body tells him you’re on edge. Another minute is all he can bear before he breaks the tension. 

“Y/N, why are you acting so weird?”

You bite your lip as you ponder your reply before the word vomit finally comes out. “I’ve got a present for you. And I just don’t know when to give it to you. And I really hope you like it. I don’t know if you will. But I hope you do. And I’ve been practising this whole speech about how proud I am of you-”

“Baby, breathe.” Endeared, Namjoon offers you his special dimpled smile that he reserves only for you.

“Y/N,” he speaks softly, watching you brandish a neatly wrapped rectangular present in front of him. He waits until you give him your full attention before continuing, “I have something I want to say.”

Your eyes widen in fear and you discard the box on the table, body stiff on red alert. Quickly realising the implication of his poor choice of words, Namjoon rushes to clarify, “not like that. I just-“

He takes a deep breath before letting it all out in a chuckle. “You see, baby. This is what you do to me. I just want to tell you how much I love you and I can’t even use my words when I’m around you.”

Your lips curve into a smile of your own as the tension in your shoulders visibly leaves you. You reach out for his hand over the table, wanting to comfort him enough to carry on.

“I couldn’t have released my album today without you. In fact, I wouldn’t be half of the person I am today if it weren’t for you. You complete me in ways that I didn’t know I needed.” The look in his eyes in softer now, radiating the love you’re used to being showered with. “Baby, you remember last year when I accidentally deleted a whole track and cried for days?”

You frown with a pained expression. “Yeah, but you got through it.”

He smiles with the utmost adoration. “We got through it. It was you who held me through those nights. You, who whispered affirmations until I fell asleep. You, who stayed up all night to figure out how to retrieve lost data.”

“Joon, I was the one who was meant to give you a speech on this -“

“But, baby, listen. It’s not just this album. You’ve adjusted your whole life around me and my ridiculous schedules and lifestyle. You give me so much more than I could ever ask for. I want give you everything, you deserve everything.”

He takes his hands out of yours.

“And with this new chapter, this new beginning in mind, there’s one thing I’m sure of.”

Namjoon gets up and you feel your eyebrows creep up suspiciously.

“You’re the love of my life and I want you by my side. For this chapter and for every subsequent chapter in life.”

He reaches into his back pocket and your mind races to catch up. Before you can gasp, he’s on one knee, complete with an open velvet box.

“Y/N, will you marry me?” 

You’re gasping for breath, choking on tears as the rock dazzles you into delirium. Your hands reach out for his face, pulling him closer to you until you can launch your lips on him. 

“Joon…” You’re babbling sounds similar to his name through wet kisses, your tears ruthlessly streaming down your face and taking half your makeup with them. “My love.”

He pulls back reluctantly, tear logged eyes a pure reflection of your own. “Is that a yes?” 

“Of course that’s a yes!” Your wet laughs spur him on to place the heavy ring on your finger before kissing every inch of your face.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” he speaks into the kisses. “…and start a family with you…”

You pull back harshly, seemingly coming to your senses as Namjoon shoots you a look of confusion. 

“Ok, my turn now.” You swipe at your tears, clearing your throat in preparation. “Sit down.” 

He obeys silently, heart eyes still refusing to leave him.

“I had so much I wanted to say, but I just can’t wait any longer. Just know that I love you more than you can imagine, Joon,” you sniffle, voice heavy with excitement. “You can open it now.”

Namjoon tentatively picks up the box, shaking it next to his ear for clues before conceding and gently unwrapping it.

You affectionately roll your eyes at his carefulness, leg already bouncing in anticipation as tears fill your eyes once more.

“Oh, here, you’re taking too long.” You grab it off him and rip the remaining pieces to shreds, uncaring of the mock alarm in his eyes. 

He lifts the lid to a find several sticks, all with two red lines across them. The way his eyes pop open is almost comical and you can’t help but hold your breath for his reaction.

Namjoon’s eyes fly from the sticks to the streams of tears pouring out of your eyes. “Is this-are…are you pregnant, baby?!”

You nod furiously as you watch him rush around the table to pull you up onto your feet and into him.

“Y/N, you’ve just made me the happiest man in the whole universe. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, a familiar wetness starting to spread down your neck. 

“I found out two days ago and I’ve been thinking about how to surprise you…”

“Is that why you’ve been acting weird all day? And is that what you meant by crazy hormones? Wait, you didn’t drink the wine, did you? Is this what’s been making you cry too?” He openly chortles at each revelation, launching his lips onto any and every inch of your skin in between them.

—-

For one vulnerable moment, Namjoon had eyed you up and down right there and then and considered the consequences of public sex. Ultimately, deciding to spare the poor restaurant staff, he’d just about made it home in one piece, hands all over you the whole ride home.

The haphazard trail of clothes from the front door to the bed required no explanation as both of you had stumbled in the dark, tripping over each other as you felt for your bed.

He had placed you onto the sheets as if you were made of glass, swallowing every moan of yours as he’d worshipped your sensitive breasts, first with his fingers, then his mouth. The trail of wet, open mouthed kisses he’d left to your core had you gushing in anticipation for what you knew was coming. Quite literally.

Namjoon knew each tell and each tick of your body. Equipped with that information, he ate you out relentlessly. For saying yes. For giving him a baby. For making him feel like the luckiest man alive. Until you tugged at his plush mane, unable to give him a fourth orgasm, panting and sobbing versions of his name.

You could feel your brain melt just at the thought of Namjoon going from your boyfriend to your fiancé and baby daddy in such a short space of time.

You had more than returned the favour, cock deep down your throat as you pleasured him in a way that only you could. In a way that wordlessly declared your love for him.

When he’d pounded you into the sheets, fucking every thought out of you, you’d screamed his name, unbothered by the neighbours you’d have to face the next day. This night, it was just you and Namjoon. And the life you had created out of pure love.

He declared it over and over again, how much he loved you, how much he needed you, how good you were for him, until he spilled his load inside you, painting your walls the prettiest shade of white.

Panting, you lay next to each other, thoroughly satiated and drenched in sweat. Namjoon looks at you like you’re the brightest star in the universe and you can’t help but blush, his big hand splayed over your lower stomach. You turn to him with a mischievous smirk on your face.

“So…I guess you really are daddy Namjoon now?”

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A/N: I have so much more to say about Indigo but I don't want to ramble endlessly into the abyss. Feel free to drop an ask to share your thoughts/cry/scream/fall in love with him all over again/analyse the lyrics/get technical musically/ANYTHING - I'd love to chat!

Tagging @shina913 as a fellow Joon lover

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