Caught Up (KTH X Reader X JJK)

Caught up (KTH x Reader x JJK) 🔞💜☁️

🍁Pairing: Taekook x Reader (Kim Taehyung x Jeon Jungkook x Reader)

🍁Genre: Smut, Poly AU, Romance, Angst, Idol!AU

🍁Warnings: cunnilingus, oral (m & f), Dom!Taekook, Sub!Reader, Polyamory, M/M/F, Protected Sex, Dirty talk, cumplay, biting, marking, friends to lovers, mild talk about insecurities, body worship, praise kink, subspace, threesome, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, squirting, confessions, orgasm control, orgasm denial, breath control, dominating behavior, aftercare

🍁Summary: Taehyung and Jungkook are as close as friends can get. Falling for the same girl was bad already; falling for their best friend however, was the worst case scenario. And exactly what happened to them.

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Taehyung, Jungkook, and you. It’s this combination that makes chaos come true, and that creates the best memories for eternity to come. Ever since your friendship with Taehyung started, Jungkook has been at your side as well. They both had this aura around them which was hard to explain; but it made you feel safe, protected, and comfortable. You could do or say the weirdest things around them, and they would never judge nor talk about it behind your back. They were truly your best friends.

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Delicate: Scratches

HybridAU - Cat!Jungkook - Human!Reader - Fluff - Angst - Smut - Main: Delicate

Jungkook does what he wants, whenever he wants to. He's his own master, and doesn't need anybody. Except you. And sometimes, he needs a little reminder of that.

Jungkook's not an easy guy.

You've learned that by now- and you've come to love those parts of him as well. He's a bit spoiled, sure- and a whole brat as well, completely oblivious it seemed to your daily tries of avoiding any confrontation with the neighbours hybrid Seokjin- the rat as Jungkook likes to call the prized silver labrador hybrid. Seokjin himself doesn't take too kindly to the nickname- easily riled up by just the mere sight of Jungkooks cocky smirk whenever he watches Namjoon go on a walk with him. Jungkook likes his spot close to the main windows. There's a soft carpet and several pillows- and during winter, you never forget to put a nice heavy blanket there as well, in case he wants to nap.

He'd never say it, but he appreciates it a lot.

In general, Jungkook isn't a very romantic person- at least not outright so. He certainly has his moments; caring for you when you're sick (although he makes sure you know that you'll have to pay him back twice as hard if he catches whatever you got), or helping you around the house (While being very openly upset about it). You've just grown to take every bit of affection he gives you at any time- every cuddle and every kiss whenever he likes to give them. Sometimes he's very over the top- other times, he enjoys picking on you a lot more.

Sometimes however, he needs to be reminded that he can't play around like he can't ever hurt you.

So after a pretty hefty fight, you've decided to teach the Catboy a lesson for once- having booked a hotel a few hours away to give him the space he so craved (his exact words.)- hopefully showing him that he shouldn't take you for granted. "Namjoon is gonna check on you every day. Tell him if you need anything." You shortly say, not looking at Jungkook, who's standing against the entrance of the bedroom door with his arms crossed and shoulder leaned against the side of the doorway- very clearly upset about the situation.

"So you're just gonna leave like that?" He scoffs. "What if I get sick? Hurt myself? It'll be on you." He warns, as if that could somehow make the situation turn around like that. You know what he's doing- he's trying to guilt-trip you into staying because he can't just outright ask you to. You would stay instantly if he just said it- but things like that were just reasons you couldn't let it all continue like this. He was starting to become too selfish- uncaring of your own emotions in this. And he wanted this relationship as well- if he loved you like he said he did, he would be able to see his own flaws and maybe work on them.

He needed to realize what he's doing.

"Namjoon will take care of you, like I said." You simply explain, shrugging as you close your small suitcase, before lifting it off the bed and checking your watch for the time. "And we both know you're very much capable of calling an ambulance in case of an emergency kook. Or do you need personnel for that as well now?" You say, making sure to use the same language he did whenever he talked to you.

And judging by the way his ears pin back in shame at the sound of those words now directed at him for a change, his tail lowering down a good amount, it seemed to hit him at least a little.

You say your short goodbye to him- kissing his lips shortly, just a peck- and it definetely bothers him a lot, as he watches your car leave the driveway. Only once you've dissapeared out of his sight for a good amount of time- thirty minutes to be exact- does he realize you're serious. You've just left him alone, by himself, for the next few days.

Did he really push you too far?

He scoffs as he walks upstairs in your shared bedroom, angrily pushing your blanket and pillows down, as if he was a kitten throwing a temper tantrum. He was mad, majorly upset, and he didn't even know why or at whom exactly. Was it at himself? Was it at you? It only took a few moments of him sitting on the now chaotic bed to reach out, tail high to keep balance, as he grabbed one of your main pillows, shamefully putting it back on the bed before he grabs your blanket too, bunching it up in his arms before he huffs with them in his arms. He didn't feel lonely, or betrayed, or sad about you leaving him, absolutely not.

(Spoiler: he absolutely did. And it pissed him off, as he started crying.)

Waking up by himself the next day proved to be highly upsetting.

He'd fallen asleep on the sofa downstairs in his clothes, waiting for you to maybe change your mind and come back. He'd really thought that alright, you spooked him, great laugh, but then it got later, and later, and later- and then a message, informing him together with a small image made from your hotel balcony that you've arrived, and that he should take care. He'd scoffed at it, throwing his phone onto the table before angrily falling asleep.

Now, after Namjoon had checked up on him just like you'd told him he would, he's yet again in your bedroom, on the bed, angrily pawing at the sheets and pillows. It’s not like he needs you or anything, it’s just his hormones going nuts inside his body that are making him like this. Sure, he likes you, even loves you, and would absolutely love to have you under his claws, while his cock would be spilling his cum inside you, filling you up until you’d cry-

“Fuck-!” His control was slowly drifting off, packing its bags to go on a vacation he definitely did not agree to, as he pitifully rubbed himself against the sheets on your shared bed. It wasn’t enough, and he knew it could never be enough; the only thing that could help him was you.

But fuck, you were mad, and god knows what would happen if he were to call you right now after you’d specifically told him to give you some time to think. He didn’t notice for a moment, but he realized now how his movements stopped, how his body just curled up on his side, silent sobs wracking through him as he painfully bites his hand to silence himself.

What if he fucked things up to no return? What if you didn't return? What if you realized, while being free of him as a responsibility for a few days, that you didn't want him anymore? He didn't want to go back to the shelter, not anymore. He didn't want to be apart from you-

And only then does it click, with this specific thought. He's not upset you've left, hell, he can totally understand your reaction and why you reacted like this. He's upset because you're not here, because he's been so mean to you that he's pushed you over the edge it seemed. He's upset at himself for being so stupid and dumb and for practically bullying you instead of loving you. You deserved to hear that he loves you every day, you deserved to be affectionate and romantic with, and he deserved the punishment he's receiving by tenfold.

He deserved this.

The next day, Namjoon is surprised to see him still up and about when he knocks at the door to check up on the cat.

The floor shines- freshly cleaned, while the sink still runs water, probably because he was doing the dishes. "What?" Jungkook's familiar biting tone asks, clearly as impatient as ever, before he pins his ears back, closing the door. "I'm fine, n' busy, thanks." Is all Namjoon gets before he's locked out again.

Inside, Jungkook continues to scrub the dishes, doing some of the chores himself for once. You'll be coming back in no time if he shows you he's doing something good for once. He's already sent you a picture of the cleaned bedroom- he's tidied up the entire room, staying away from washing the sheets though, because he doesn't really know which of all those fabric softeners you always use, their scent too strong for him to properly distinguish. You didn't answer yet, but he knows you've seen it. You'll come back. He's sure of it.

You have to.

"Jungkook I was done for three days-" You argue, as he clings onto you. You didnt even manage to take off your coat yet- he's practically tackled you down the minute he's noticed your return earlier tonight, holding you his personal prisoner inside the bedroom, arms and legs caging you to him with no chance of escape. "Don't tell me you've missed me." You snort amusedly, only joking- but he doesn't seem too amused as he rubs his chin over the top of your head posessively.

"Of course I missed you." He grumbles out, almost as if offended. "I'm upset you'd even think for a second I didn't." He says, and you're surprised of him being so open with his thoughts. Maybe you've overdone it? You didn't mean to upset him so greatly that he'd become out of character.

"Kookie-" You start, but he shakes his head, face serious as he moves around, now ontop of you as he buries his head into the crook of your neck.

"No, I.." He starts, unsure what to say really. "I'm sorry." He finally says, still resting his body on top of yours. "I didn't notice how mean I was. I promise you; I'll be more.. like uhm.. I'll be more of an actual partner to you from now on.." He explains, and you run a hand over his back as you notice him instantly start to purr.

"You don't need to entirely change, Jungkook." You say calmly. "But some things you've said did upset me. You need to learn limits." You say, and he nods, eagerly so.

"I will." He says. "I promise."

While still majorly amused by getting onto your nerves, Jungkook has somehow become very.. docile.

He helps around the house without much resistance by now- still eagerly though playfully bullying Seokjin across the street whenever he gets the chance to, but he also doesn't seem to mind openly giving you affection anymore. It helps him to show that you're his, he'd explained, as if he only now realized.

He's also a lot more gentle when it comes to being with you in general.

He holds you closer these days, kisses you more, and has grown especially affectionate in the bedroom with you. Like now, as he holds you tightly, visibly in no hurry to bring you both over the edge as he lets your hand run over the base of his tail, his exhales a bit choked as he bites your skin, licking over the spot as if to apologize for the mark he's left. Though he's not- he'll never apologize for showing off your relationship.

He's still the same impatient lover, but he's more gentle with it- there's more open affection as he holds you, looks at you, touches you. He's more raw, more open, and it makes you feel incredibly weightless underneath his eager body, constantly shifting to adjust, as if he can't quite get it right.

It only feels right as soon as he spills, your body underneath riding out your own orgasm under his eager watch. He's kissing you instantly, making sure to imprint the sight of you bathing in your afterglow into his mind. Because he's almost lost it.

And he won't ever be so stupid again.

i will see myself out

Yoongi: Scratch My Heart 1

In which Jimin brings home a cat shifter just for a night, while Yoongi decides to keep her at his side, uncaring that she stays in her feline form constantly, hoping that he can be the reason for her to trust again.

Tags/warnings: hybrid!Reader, human idol!Yoongi, idol!BTS, future smut, fluff, past trauma, insecurities, reader has to learn how to function as a human again, and yoongs helps, it's so cute pls ,more TBA as the story goes on

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Min Yoongi can sometimes come off as a little withdrawn, a little cold, a little introverted.

And while he does enjoy the company of himself and no one else a lot, he isn't actually all grumpy and stone-faced all the time. He can actually be quite loud sometimes, boosts of energy giving him reason to express his emotions way brighter than anyone could've imagined him to do.

And he also attaches himself to things easily.

Which is why now, after half a year already, his studio had become a little warmer, a little less only-working. There's small toys in a corner, some having left that spot to randomly lay around, while on the couch, a blanket can be spotted that's pink in color. On his desk, right to where he operates the computer mouse, there's a round and soft kitty bed- one that your black form rests in, curled up to sleep while he works away, occasionally running his hand over your body as if to make sure you know he's still there.

Originally, Jimin had found you roaming the streets, exhausted after a severe rain storm, drenched to the bone and shivering cold. He'd brought you home to his bandmates, explained the reasoning behind it, and everyone had thought you'd shift at some point, thanking them before going home.

But here's the thing; you never did.

It lead to Hoseok, Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi questioning the maknaes for maybe assuming wrong or even lying to get a pet- but that's not the case. Jimin was a shifter himself, and Jungkook knew from his family's hybrid what to look out for to identify one. Taehyung said that Yeontan wasn't barking at you- a clear sign to him that you weren't a simple housecat, a species hated by the small pomeranian.

And so eventually, everyone grew used to you.

Yoongi most of all, as he began taking you with him wherever he could; on tours, where you'd stay at his hotel room and sleep the day away, or to shootings and interviews, where you would keep yourself into the background, barely ever seen by fans. Whenever you were, there would always be the question;

"Dont black cats bring bad luck?" They'd ask, some with amusement, some as a simple joke, and others on a serious note.

And his answer was always the same, spoken with a slight smile, uncaring of what people may thought. "I dont think so." He'd say. "I mean, look at me." His bandmates would chuckle at that, and many fans who were hybrids as well would praise him and you, and slowly, fans would become more and more curious about you.

Which eventually led to you roaming freely around, even appearing at some fansigns in the time passing. But there would always be one single question in Yoongis mind;

Why were you not shifting?

Were you not comfortable with him? Was he crowding you, or was he doing something to prevent you from doing so? Maybe you couldn't, maybe you were sick- or maybe you'd be better off in Jimins hands, he was a cat shifter as well. He probably understood you way better than him, probably made a way better fit.

But when he looked at you, sleeping so soundly on his desk, he wanted to be selfish. He wanted to keep you around, to make you happy, and to one day, reveal yourself to him.

He could wait.

thats basically namjin together

My favorite ship dynamic is "they're both extremely stupid in completely different ways and extremely smart in completely different ways, but rarely is any of that useful because they just get extra double stupid when together"

Jimin: Comfort Blanket (Intro)

In which you loose your precious comfort blanket- just to find it on the shoulders of none other than Park Jimin.

Tags/Warnings: Alpha!Jimin, Omega!Reader, Idol!Jimin, omega struggles, alpha problems, stereotypes and judgmental 'fans', angst, fluff, strangers to lovers

Additional Chapter Warnings: jimin is possessive over his new blankie, reader is in need for it

Chapter length: short/mid

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Being an unmated omega sucked.

It's not the dreamy situation everyone thinks it is. You're not sought after and constantly asked out, there's nothing great about it. It's either chuckles and whispering jokes to friends, or horny newly-presented alphas who think it's their chance.

And the emotions are constantly all over the place as well.

Without a mate, as an omega, you naturally constantly feel.. Lost. Like you forgot your wait at home or suddenly notice your phone is not in your picket anymore. That feeling of dread that makes your stomach drop and hands shaky. It's always there.

Except at home.

For the rare occasion of an older omega like you, social isolation is the main reason they end up in the situation of being unmated at such an age. Normally, Omegas present at the age of 16, and typically mate soon after.

But putting boring facts aside, it's not always this bad.

You've got your ways to somehow live your life regularly; you stay low, away from any attention, and carry things around to help you cope with the lack of a partner who'd provide emotional stability in most situations. You're a little shadow moving in the background- never seen, rarely ever noticed at all. You got a comfort blanket drenched in your scent, and it helps to clear your mind when it becomes overwhelming.

Only that right now, it's gone.

And you have no idea where it is- where it could be. You run around the area, visiting every room you've been in, before you finally let yourself sit in a corner facing the wall, desperate to calm down. You'll find it.

You have to.

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"is that new?" J-Hope asks as he watches Jimin on the couch, reading the setup list with a warm brown blanket over his shoulders. "it's really soft-" he starts, but joins hand snaps out to gently but sternly remove his packmate's hand from it.

"It's- yeah." he says, unsure why he's so protective of it. It smells absolutely amazing, that's for sure- the clean and gentle scent filling his mind and making him almost sleepy. He's oddly happy and calm now, a contrast to his typically rather fiery temper. He's never violent or anything- but as an alpha, and especially an unmated one, he does face issues every day. His mood can sometimes change within seconds, and while he's not as bad as Jungkook used to be, it's still something everyone around him is aware of. He's also needy for physical contact and always has this odd feeling of needing to prove his worth- even if it's just friendly competition. All of this ses to be put on hold however as soon as that blanket laid over his body.

So it's noticeable how at ease he is now.

However, it all changes again when he goes to practice choreography, leaving the blanket folded neatly on the couch, just to return and have it gone. "where's that blanket I put here?" he asks, brows furrowed and temper returning a little as staff smiles.

"oh- someone took it I think when you were mid-practice. I couldn't see who though." she mumbles, before returning to her task of cleaning up everything for today.

Jimin isnt satisfied with that answer.

He's basically on the hunt for that brown piece of fabric now, scent of it an invisible trail he follows around. It's a bit confusing, because the scent seems to go in and out of rooms throughout the entire level of the company building- before he opens a door to check, and finds something entirely else.

You, sitting in the corner facing the wall, counting quietly to yourself.

It's then that another staff member walks in behind Jimin, holding the familiar object and effectively snapping you both out of ut simultaneously. "my blanket!" you both say at the same time, before meeting each other's gazes-

And suddenly you both know: you're screwed.