Bless Thee Hat For Inspiring The Creating Of This Amazing Fic !! This Was Too Adorable And Romantic Wow

Bless thee hat for inspiring the creating of this amazing fic 🕯️💜🕯️!! This was too adorable and romantic wow loved it 🥰🥹 Min Yoongi is indeed a special kind of man

the hat (m) - myg

summary: Your world famous boyfriend has just worn his hat to your apartment. It starts things.

pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

genre: smut, fluff

au: idol, established relationship

rating: 18+

word count: 2,688 (unedited - i'm lazy, ok?)

warnings: yoongi's ridiculous and sexy hat is worn, yoongi is a bit of a silly man, penetrative sex occurs, lots of kissing, talk of being in "control", unprotected sex (wrap it up!), creampie

author's note: i'm not entirely sure what this is, sort of inspired by a line i wrote in this drabble and then the conversation that @minttangerines and i had about this scene. it's kind of chaos, completely unedited (so excuse the mistakes) ... happy birthday yoongi!

It all starts with the hat.

The wonderful and absurd hat.

The hat with its gray (polyester) outside that reminds you of pants you owned in the 90s, the kind that made a noise every time you took a step (you had loved that noise when you were younger and once, Yoongi mentioned that he had too). Then there is the white lining, not quite sherpa fleece but something close to it. 

He looks good in hats. 

No. 

He looks excellent in hats — the beanies he wears just slightly above his ears, the baseball caps that make him look simultaneously like a sexy father and the cool-as-shit rapper that he is, the bucket hats that he wears when he doesn’t want to be perceived but has to be — but he looks particularly excellent in this hat. 

It all starts with him coming into your apartment (after a long trip to the States) wearing that hat.

It’s not particularly cold out, but that isn’t what surprises you about it; it’s the fact that he’s wearing it in an apartment building that is not his own and it is … a very recognized hat. 

The hat! Known to be worn by Min Yoongi, Suga of BTS, Agust D. 

Sure, he’s wearing a hood overtop of the hat (you’re not entirely sure how it’s possible but it makes the hat look better), but still you stop a few feet away from the little area where shoes go. He stops too (shoe still on) and looks at you. 

“What?” 

Your gaze shoots to the hat. 

“You’re wearing the hat!” 

He reaches up and slips a finger under the strap of his mask and pulls it off with ease and grace (god! Why does he look good doing that?). 

“It’s supposed to be cold tomorrow, I wanted to wear it. What’s the problem?” he asks as he looks down and undoes the laces of his Nikes (his pure almost mint condition Jordan’s). 

The fact that he’s doing something else while asking the question means that he honestly has no idea what you’re thinking or worrying about. That’s something you’ve learned in the almost year of being in a relationship with him — If he’s doing something else when he’s asking questions it means that he hasn’t thought about it the way you’re thinking about it — and it has caused many a fight. Especially at the beginning. 

“What if someone recognized you?” 

You know that you might be a little too worried, obviously it’s not something he thought about and therefore it means that maybe you shouldn’t think about it too. 

He looks up from his shoes, moving his head in what must be an awkward position as he has to look out from under the brim of his hat that he has pushed up, but given his position of being hunched over, hand still on the laces, he smiles at you. 

“You worried?” 

You nod as a feeling of frustration bubbles up in your chest. Of course you’re worried. You’ve been with him long enough to know that you would like to spend the rest of your life with him but short enough to still be scared of someone finding out and your whole world shifting in a matter of seconds and thousands of tweets. 

“Yes,” you reply. 

You watch as his smile falls just a little with one corner of still meeting his eyes. You’ve seen that look before, the one that tells you he’s entertained by you. It’s a look that you sometimes think is annoying. 

Now, you’re not sure how you feel about it because it both makes you feel silly and makes you feel loved. 

Because oh! How he loves you. 

Finally he steps out of his shoes and into your apartment, walking toward you with his gaze locked on yours. 

Sometimes, when he looks at you, really looks at you, it takes your breath away. Knocks you on your metaphorical feet because he looks at you like you’re the only person he’s ever looked at (which you know to be not true given that he looks at literally thousands of people when he’s performing). 

With his gaze touching you first, his hands touch you second. Those fingers sliding up your bare arm and onto your biceps. The calluses on his fingers (he’s been playing guitar in an almost hyper-fixated way) meet the small little bumps and edges of your stretch marks that decorate your skin in a gentle reminder that you both are human beings (Something that some people forget). 

You look up at him. 

“Jagi,” he says softly. “Jagiya.” 

“Hmmm?” 

“You don’t have to worry. I’m not worried. I wouldn’t have worn it if I was,” he says, confirming that you are being foolish.  “Lots of people have this hat.” 

Your face squishes into a small pout and it makes him let out an entertained breath of air. 

“Lovely,” he whispers and then kisses you softly as his hands move up to your neck, one traveling further to your chin and jaw. 

You melt into the kiss. 

It’s chaste and gentle. You’ve learned he is often like this. His moods are like where the ocean meets the shore — sometimes hard, pushy, and demanding; sometimes gentle, calm, loving, moving with everything around him and then silly, playful, and foolish — he is ever changing. 

He breaks the kiss and his thumb moves over your cheek. 

For a moment he stays like this. Just watching you until your eyes flutter shut and all anxiety and worry slips down your spine, drips onto the floor, and disappears into the space between your apartment and your neighbors. 

Then, suddenly he clears his throat in a shocking noise that forces your eyes open with surprise, he drops his hands and walks around you, smacking your ass on the way.

“Now! What’s for dinner?” he asks. 

“You jerk!” you laugh as he opens one of your cupboards and looks inside for things he could make into something that resembles a meal. 

He peers out from behind the door for a moment and winks at you before his face disappears again. 

You shake your head with surprise, taking a moment to mix the feeling of being looked at and kissed with this one. Slowly, they settle into some sort of sweet and silly feeling that pools in your cheeks. 

You walk to him and wrap your hands around his waist and lean over his back to peek into your very empty cupboards. 

“We’re going to have to order in,” you say in a sly tone. 

“Was this your plan?” he asks. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” 

He moves his head to the side in a move of disappointment and clicks his tongue against his teeth. 

“What am I going to do with you?” he asks in his deep, dark, whiskey smooth voice. 

Your mind whirs at his tone. 

He knows it has an effect on you and will stop your brain. He knows this and while your brain short circuits he spins around and grabs you by your waist pulling a surprised shriek of delight out of you. 

He lifts you for a moment and wraps his arms around you to protect you as he guides you into your small living room (really the apartment is just one large room with a loft that looks over the rest). 

His fingers find your ticklish spot on your lower back and the room fills with your laughter and his breath. Which is hot against your neck. 

“Yoongi!!” you cry as you fall onto the couch with him on top of you. 

He is heavier than people might imagine (months at the gym and in pilates class) but he balances most of his weight on his knee that is pressed to the couch between your legs and onto his hand just above where his face presses into your neck. 

He stops tickling you and your breath moves from laughter into something more serious, determined, and lusty. 

“Jagi” he breathes against your neck and for a moment both of your bodies are completely still. 

Then, almost as if you can read each other’s minds, you are kissing, hands working and clashing together to undo each other’s jeans. 

He tastes like coffee. 

Your hands succeed and push the zipper down before you move both hands into his hair and push the hat off, it falls awkwardly against your head (breaking the kiss for a moment) and then onto the couch. 

He breaks the kiss then and pulls back. Your chest rises and falls, clothes pushed up and down on both your bodies, and you watch him with a slightly confused look. 

“What?” 

He looks at the hat and then at you and grins. 

“Come here,” he says and pat his leg before he moves to sit against the back of the couch. 

You move to straddle him but he stops you. 

“These need to come off,” he whispers (in that tone again) and points to your shirt (his, actually) and your jeans. 

With weak knees you stand and slowly slip your shirt over your head. You aren’t wearing a bra and his gaze lazily moves over how they rest against your body. He raises his hand and gestures for you to come closer. You do. Your hips swaying with each step all because of how he looks at you and how it makes you feel. 

Slowly (fucking painfully slowly) he reaches up and slips the very tips of his fingers down your collarbone, then sternum, until he meets the soft curve of your breast and he traces it; following the the movements of your body like they are notes he has played before and is hearing in a cleaner sound. 

“Fuck,” he whispers. 

You shiver. 

He takes your jeans off of your body. Those callused hands moving gently over marked skin, and then as he pulls the denim down, onto the floor, he presses a kiss to your stomach. 

You shiver and slip your hands into his hair again, down his neck and back until you reach the hem of his sweater and pull on it. 

He undresses as you stand watching. Your gaze drifts over how each muscle group moves and works with the others as he pulls off sweater, then shirt, and throws them aside. He arches up on the couch (slightly awkwardly) as he pushes his jeans down and you watch, amused, as he struggles with them until he lifts his legs and nods at them with a playful smile. 

You laugh as you step back to grab and tug them off him. 

Finally you move to his lap and sit down. He kisses you again, fingers dragging over your neck, then shoulders, and down your back. 

“Yoongi,” you whisper against his lips.

“Yeah?” 

“Fuck me, please.” 

He smiles against your lips before he bites your bottom lip. 

“Needy.”

“You started this,” you whisper. 

He lets out another entertained scoff and pulls back to look at you. He studies you for a moment and you can feel the frustrated heat grow in your chest as your excitement slips down your lips and onto your thigh. You push against him, rubbing yourself against his clothed erection (wait! Why the fuck is he still wearing his boxers?). 

He moans.

“Something is off,” he says, still studying you.

“Yoongi, if you make me move because you forgot to take your boxers off, I am going to go into that bedroom and make you listen to me finish myself off.” 

He smirks at this and then shakes his head. 

“The hat.” 

“What?!”

“The hat. You should wear the hat.” 

He says it so casually before he reaches over to grab the hat and plops it down on your head. 

He nods. “Yup, much better.” 

You frown. 

“Take it off and I stop.” 

You stick your tongue out at him and he leans forward and kisses the tip gently which makes you sputter and laugh. 

He moves his hands between your bodies.

“Mmmm,” he moans. “No need for lube this time?” he asks.

“Don’t question it, hat man,” you say as you pull him into a kiss. 

He smiles into the kiss and his fingers dance over your thrumming clit. He moves his finger over it in the way he knows you like it and your body reacts. This is what you want from him but it’s not enough. Your body is screaming more, more, more, more!

“I need you,” you whisper against his lips and he nods, separating his hand from you and you feel him pull the materials of his underpants down his thighs. You shift to help him and then you feel him against your wet folds. 

He moans deep in his throat as he moves the head of his dick along you, gathering as much of your excitement on himself before he slowly (and carefully) pushes in. 

(He stops for a moment as you wince and then with a nod from you, he continues.) 

“Fuck,” you both breathe out and swallow the other’s word. 

You begin to ride him, taking your time, adjusting. His hands roam your body. His mouth falls from your lips to your breast and licks and kisses your nipples. He moves to look at you and laughs. 

“The hat!” 

You slap his chest, trying desperately to hold in your own laugh, before he pushes into you. 

It goes like that for a few moments, laughter mixed with the moans, rising in the apartment like heat in an oven. 

Until finally, the two of you slip back into the feel of each other’s bodies. He presses his thumb to your clit and moves it with you. You ride him fast then slow until he pushes back into you in a sign that he’s desperate for you.

“Stop torturing me,” he says against your neck. 

“I’m wearing the hat, it means I’m in control.” 

He chuckles.

“Oh is that what it means?” he asks as he pushes into you causing you to moan loudly. “That’s what I thought.” 

You slap his chest again and before you can get your bearings he wraps his arm around your waist and guides the two of you down onto the floor. He towers above you, taking in the surprised look on your face. 

“If you think this means you’re in charge then give it back to me” he says as he grabs the hat off your head and pulls it onto his. He smirks (bastard looks so good in that fucking hat, with that fucking smirk) and pushes back into you. 

“Oh! Fuck!” 

He is in charge and he is desperate. His movements are quick and deep. You can feel the stretch around him as you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you. He groans at this slight change and thrusts faster, almost relentlessly so, until you can feel the build. 

“I’m —” 

“Come,” he commands, then kisses you. 

He kisses hard, your eyes shut tight as you concentrate on the feeling in your core, the ache in your legs, the rug under your back. Then you come. He doesn’t stop, only encourages you to be louder (which you do), and then he comes moments after you. You feel him twitch inside and against your walls. 

For a moment your breaths sync, his head resting against your chest as you hold him against you. 

“So,” he says as he separates from you and leans against the couch, fixing his boxers (you’ll shower soon). “Chicken for dinner?” 

You shake your head, “I want bulgogi gimbap.” 

He sighs and shrugs, “I’m wearing the hat.” 

You exhale with feigned anger and move, only to feel the mess he left inside you slip out of you. 

“You jerk! I can’t move without making a mess and I want gimbap!” 

He smirks. Shrugs. 

“I’m wearing the hat, means I’m in control,” he says. 

(He buys you gimbap.)

We love a weird and genuinely nice guy whose also highkey mysterious!! Please this was such a wholesome and cute story, the confession?? HELLO I wanted to tear up!! 🤧 JK really was out here simping and falling for reader. Tae really fumbled and missed out on that one, smh. Also we love Mint Hair Yoongi supremacy 😌🔥 loved that little addition there. I gotta catch up on so tags (so sorrey!! ) but saw this reblog and had to start with this one. The Drabble was also such a good way to revisit this couple thank you for writing them 💗💗💗

paint me naked | jjk

After the mysteriously hot guy in your university class starts taking an interest in you, should you really trust that he’s not like all the other college fuckboys? Especially when his best friend is the guy who broke your heart?  

» pairing: artist!jungkook x f!reader (ft. taehyung) » genre: BTS, 18+, college au, fluff, smut, angst » warnings: alcohol, marijuana, brief mention of drug dealing, fingering, cunnilingus, protected sex, reader struggles with self-esteem issues (due to misogyny), tae fuckboy antics, everyone is obsessed with jk’s thighs 😂 » date/wc: april 2022 | 16k » notes: this one was really fun to write! i’m a slut for art student aus tbh. it’s the depressed writer in me lkhsdks 😂 anywayy, the poems were written by me as well. let me know what your favorite part was in a comment or reblog!  special shoutout to @jjkeverlast​ for being so supportive of me when i’m stressing out about my writing

» masterlist | ao3 | send me ur thots 👅

» what was jai listening to? paint me naked - ten  //  don’t - bryson tiller

“Jungkook, I don’t think this is gonna work.”

“Let me try.” 

Your eyes strained to see the boy standing in front of you, but the room was pitch black. It was good, though. You’d purposefully blocked out as much light as you possibly could. It had been a surprisingly difficult feat, mostly because the two of you hadn’t thought this through very well. A rolled up towel was shoved against the bottom of the bedroom door to keep the light from the hallway out. Blackout curtains had already been drawn over the windows when you got there, so that made the window problem easier. Luckily, you’d remembered to unplug the digital clock sitting on the nightstand next to the bed, the last piece of light you could have some control over putting out. 

To make things weirder, you were in Jungkook’s parents’ room. 

Keep reading

Holy shit that was a chapter!! Really love the way we finally got to hear reader’s background and understand why she feels the way she does. Truly sad to be shouldering so much grief and thinking it’s all her fault, bby everyone needs love omg 😭😭. Ah Yoongi, what will we do with Mr Hot and Cold. I’m kinda nervous if he did hear them. They’re obv not a thing and she don’t owe him shit but this back and forth tbh thing hearing them after what happened between them got me sweating and nervous!! But also AHHHH SKDJFJOSAK WE FONALLY GOT A NAMJOON FOCUS CHAPTER!!!! Thank you 🥹💗💗

Grey Area | Unorthodox 25

Rating/genre: M (18+); smut 💖, fluff, light angst; Idol!AU Pairings: Namjoon x Reader(f) (in the series: OT7 x Reader(f), Taehyung x Jimin, and more) Summary: Is Namjoon in or out? Warnings: Explicit smut, protected vaginal penetration, fingering, grinding, a bit of teasing, use of 'baby', 'baby girl', 'good girl', Joon has a really big dick, a bit of begging/neediness, ENM boundary discussions, vague discussion of past relationships and guilt, explicit consent, manhandling, cowgirl, reader wears some of Joon's clothes and they are big on her, size kink? sort of? Word Count: 6.1k Posted: April 24, 2023

A/N: Sorry about the wait on this, lovely readers. The writer's block seems to have eased significantly - yay! This chapter isn't super long but ummm I like it. I hope my Namjoon girlies are ready lol

Series Masterlist - chapters with smut are marked with a 💖 if that’s all you’re looking for!

As much as you knew it would be fine, something held you back from mentioning the kiss once you got back in the hot tub. You could tell yourself that it was just that you didn’t want to interrupt the flow of the conversation but– was that really all it was? Or was it just dizzyingly exciting having Yoongi’s touch on you? So much so that you wanted to keep it your giddy little secret for a bit longer. 

Plus, they already knew about New Years so it didn’t truly feel like hiding anything. No, it was more akin to how you didn’t make an announcement anytime one of the others kissed you. There was no need to do so for Yoongi.

Still, it took a good few minutes to stop thinking about it and actually focus on the other five as they continued chatting away through another round of drinks. 

Hobi got out first to head to bed. Then Jimin and Tae were calling it a night not too long after. Jungkook trailed after them. There was a pull with each of them but it almost made it too much to process, too many options for who to go with, especially after such an… interesting night. 

But when Namjoon didn’t move, instead letting his head rest back against the side of the tub as he looked over at you, you realized you wanted to stay out a little longer. Maybe it was an invitation in itself – you didn’t want to be presumptuous – but his eyes were smiling, looking at you in the low lighting, pulling you straight in as the door sealed shut behind Jungkook. 

“You’ve gotta be a raisin by now,” he said softly, finding one of your hands under the water and pulling it above just enough to be able to see his thumb run over the wrinkles on the pads of your fingers.

“I think I’m cooked all the way through, yeah,” you played back softly, making him chuckle. It felt so quiet out there now with just the two of you, all the ruckus having left with the three youngest. You scooted a little closer, sliding on the smooth seat until your knee was gently pressed against his thigh then resting your head similarly to his, nice and relaxed. 

He kept holding your hand, letting them fall together back into the warmth as he smirked. “Do you want to get out?”

“Mm, not quite yet,” you replied, purposely trying to be a little coy. It was hard with Joon. He was so unbelievably sexy but the line of what was too far was still clouded with him. Sure, you could flirt but you had to hold yourself back from insinuating anything too overtly. In the name of not rushing things.  

You let your leg float up and over his, finding a bit more physical contact. That wasn’t too far at least – a fact that was confirmed when his other hand came to rest firmly on it, pulling it tighter to him so it lay higher up on his lap. Immediately, that helped quell any hesitancy. 

He watched you for a moment as you watched him. “How was your day?”

“It was good,” you said with a little nod. “What were you up to?”

“Had some plans with friends.”

“That’s very vague,” you told him through a smirk. 

He chuckled before squeezing your hand. “It’s nothing exciting. We literally got food and talked about a bunch of random stuff.”

“I’m just bugging,” you teased further, endeared by his earnest answer. 

“I know, I know,” he replied with a little eye roll but his smile was still a little bashful. “What did you do?”

“Oh, nothing much,” you said casually, trying not to think about what had gone on with any of the maknae line hard enough for it to show on your face. 

“Oh yeah?” he asked, and it surprised you that it came off a little challenging, his brows jumping up slightly. All you could do was smile a little wider in return because trying to elaborate on your day would just sound worse. “You’re incredible,” he added dryly with a little chuckle and shake of his head.

“Why?”

“It’s almost infuriating how likeable you are.”

“I could say the same thing about you,” you pushed back dismissively. 

“It’s not the same.”

“It is. You’re practically perfect so I don’t know what you’re going on about,” you continued, looking past him a bit so that you wouldn’t have to watch his face at the steep compliment. 

He scoffed cutely and you could see in your periphery that he too was now looking off, eyes probably catching onto whatever stars he could see behind you. 

When his thumb started to rub over your thigh, it drew your attention back to him.

“I don’t want to get confused.”

The words made you blink at him. Not that he was overly serious about it but you could sense the slight change in his tone, the way he was looking at you a little differently now when his eyes met yours. “I don’t want that either,” you agreed.

“Like, I really want to kiss you…” he began lightly, eyes darting away again for the few words as if too shy to say them right to you. “But, uh…” He settled back on you, hand gripping your thigh gently. “I think the separation of what this is and what a relationship is is kind of unclear to me.”

Mm. Very understandable.

“Like, we’re in this grey area,” he continued, his hand lifting to move in the water with his words. “Between friends and something else. Which is fine. But I… I think I need it to be outlined better. For me and… maybe for all of us.”

You nodded as he finished. “Yeah… No, you’re right. It is a grey area. So, defining it’s definitely a good idea…” For a brief moment, you paused, looking at nothing in particular as you tried to gather your thoughts. “I guess… for me, the distinction isn’t so much about behaviour. Because, it’s not really all that different when it comes to, like, physical affection and stuff.

“But it’s more so about feelings and intention and commitment. Like, in an actual relationship, there’s going to be romantic feelings involved. And with that comes expectations, even if that doesn’t become obvious right away… Because when you fall in love with someone and they fall in love with you, you do begin to expect to continue to receive that love, right? And most people begin to expect a certain amount of time and energy devoted to them. … Most people would also expect a certain level of commitment and plans for the future that involve a partnership, and a marriage and kids, etc...” You let go of his hand to be able to gesture, creating a sphere with your hands. “And that all falls under a romantic relationship to me. Like, a romantic love.”

He nodded a little, clearly listening closely though he didn’t make a move to speak. 

“That’s the stuff that I don’t feel like I can give or that I don’t think I want. But all the other stuff… the affection, the intimacy, the care, the sex… I’m very comfortable sharing that with people. It’s just a different kind of care or a different kind of love than one can expect from being in love with someone.” You watched him for a moment before adding: “Because obviously I do care about you guys at this point. Like, a lot,” you admitted with a smile. 

He let a little smile pass over his lips too as he processed, taking in everything. “So, it’s about expectation,” he said finally, not quite a statement but not quite a question. 

“Hmm… I guess so, yeah.” Damn, he really simplified that so easily. “I think people can enjoy a closeness, whether that be emotional or mental or physical or whatever, without needing to be in love, and expecting to become someone’s everything.”

“Mm,” he hummed, nodding once more as his hands started to trace absentmindedly by your knee. “The true friends-with-benefits.”

You let out a little chuckle, surprised at his little joke. “Yeah. Exactly, though. Like that’s really honestly how I see it. As a real friendship but with all the fun parts of a romantic relationship added in.”

“You don’t find the other stuff fun?”

It took you a second to find the right way to answer that one, Namjoon’s eyes watching you closely. “It’s not that really. It’s just… not sustainable for me,” you explained slowly, trying to pick the right words. 

“Why?” he asked, it coming out so gently even as it made your stomach tense a little. 

“I mean, like I told you guys a while ago: I’ve hurt people before and I hate it. It’s the worst feeling in the whole world. And if I let feelings into the mix then people end up geting hurt.” 

“You don’t want people to have expectations of you, so then you can’t let them down,” he articulated too well.

With a tiny sigh, you shot him a sad little smile and he mirrored it, studying your eyes closely. It was so obvious how right he was.

“I mean, I get it. I hate hurting people, hate disappointing people. But also, it doesn’t mean everything is your fault if something doesn’t work out.”

“It does if I’m always the one breaking someone else’s heart.” 

His brows pushed together slightly. 

“I… I don’t know. But, that’s why it just seems like the right call to keep things in a grey area. If I don’t fall in love then I can’t fall out of love, right?” you asked rhetorically, rounded eyes looking right into his. But part of you kind of hoped he’d have an answer to all of this, some solution to why the feelings always went away. 

Because all you could come up with is that everything is fleeting. Everything comes to an end. Nothing is forever.  

The in-love feeling would always go away. That’s what you were afraid of. Because that’s what had happened every time. And it always seemed to hit you before the other person, leaving you to try and carefully maneuver a break-up that you’d never imagined happening in the first place. 

You couldn’t do it again. 

“Damn,” he said simply, softly, resting his head back against the tub. “That just doesn’t sound like a way to live.”

It felt nice, how non-judgemental he seemed. Not that you’d expected him to be in the first place. But still, he’d been too on the nose when he’d jokingly called you a ‘heartbreaker’ on one of those first nights. You didn’t feel like a heartbreaker. You hated it. You would literally rather never be in love again than have to tell someone else you didn’t feel the same way for them anymore. 

“That’s just how it has to be, I think,” you said with a little shrug but you couldn’t hide the tinge of emptiness in your voice.

“Do you think you can be satisfied with that?” he asked, his expression as warm as it was curious. His hand, now back on your thigh, pulled you a little closer in the water.

“Yeah, I think I can,” you replied. You’d thought about it a lot. “Because I still get to have these close connections, you know? I still find so much enjoyment and comfort in being involved with people in this capacity. Even if I never imagined to do it quite like this,” you said, breathing out a little laugh. 

“You didn’t plan to get involved with a whole group of friends?” he played. “Celebrities especially,” he added, letting out his only little chuckle. 

“Not really something I could have foreseen,” you joked, letting your free hand trace along his forearm. Talking to Namjoon was so comforting that you just ended up feeling even more at ease whenever the two of you talked. This kind of stuff had so not been on your mind tonight but he was always so quick and understanding and calming that you didn’t even mind that this was the direction the conversation had taken. 

“Are you feeling good about it still?” he asked, leaning in a little closer as if to see your face a bit better. 

It was a little distracting though, having him, all sweet and handsome, right in front of you. You nodded to his question. “Are you?” you asked after another moment of trying not to kiss him. 

“I think so,” he said more quickly and confidently than you were expecting. 

“Does that mean I can kiss you now?” you whispered.

His cheeks rounded, showing off his dimples, and then he was leaning in the rest of the way, catching your mouth with his. It started off so slow, innocent even, just lips caressing while hands gripped a bit more firmly.

But before you knew it, he was pulling you so easily through the water onto his lap, a leg on either side until your pelvis was right over his and his arms were wrapping around you to keep you in place. 

You were turned on practically instantly, like a spark being lit inside of you. This whole day had just been too much for you to still not have received any relief. And now Namjoon was the one facing the consequences, your thighs squeezing on his hips, while your arms looped around his neck to do the same. 

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind, matching the way you were melting into the kiss, tongues pressing forward to languidly brush together. Your body wiggled, hips swirling just a little, desperate for something to rub against. It hit you right away, a strike of embarrassment at how pathetic you felt. And then you were pulling back, soft apologies falling out as you stilled your movements. 

He looked at you surprised, not loosening his hold even when you did. “What? What?” he whispered, gaze bouncing from your one eye to the other. 

“Sorry, I’m just–... I’m really…” You took in a breath trying to find a way to give him an explanation without embarrassing yourself further. Just saying you were fucking horny felt so… crass.

His head tilted when you looked away, trying to follow. It took you chuckling a little for him to let out a breathy one of his own. “You good?”

“Yeah, yeah…” You looked into his eyes once more, tongue licking over your lips without even realizing. Another bashful smile. “I’m a little… keyed up.”

“Keyed up…?” he repeated. You couldn’t tell whether the quirk of his eyebrow was more genuine or teasing. But when his arms slid further, connecting behind you, pulling you down onto him more solidly and making you almost moan, you had a better idea. 

“Uh-huh,” you hummed with a little nod, trying desperately not to squirm against the bulge pressed between your legs. 

“Keyed up from what?” Yeah, he was definitely teasing you now, head tilting the other way cutely.

Your eyes fell shut, lips pressing into a flat smile. “Joon…” you whined, dropping your head forward onto his shoulder.

His hands wandered up your back, firm and comforting. “Mm? You don’t want to tell me?”

“I’m sure you can use that big brain of yours and imagine.”

That made him laugh, enough to feel it vibrate against you. He turned his head towards you, prompting you to lift up. “Come here,” he whispered before pressing your mouths together again. “Mm, can I help?” he asked between kisses, each one getting a little more heated, bodies unable to stay still once more. 

“I can’t take anymore teasing,” you complained, feeling him smile against you. 

“I’m not trying to tease.”

You moaned a little into his mouth, hips sliding forward to grind down on him. “Really?” God, you sounded so gone already, almost innocently so, praying he wasn’t going to slow things down once again. This was what hours of – what was effectively – foreplay did to you apparently. 

“You’re sober, right?” he asked, pulling back just enough.

“Yeah, only one drink,” you got out in a rushed breath before you were kissing again, his hands running over your body, squeezing wherever they could. “Joon, I’m serious,” you complained when you broke apart, the grip you had on his shoulders sliding down over his chest, appreciating the rounds of his muscles disappearing into the water as you went further down. “I need to feel you. Please. Before I go insane.”

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, blinking and looking off to the side as if trying to clear his mind enough to think. “That needy, huh?” It was so gentle, stunned a little as he looked back at you and the way you were rocking into him, bumping your core against his cock, now starting to strain in his swimsuit. 

“Yes, really. I feel like I’ve been wet for hours.” Your finger found his waistband, tugging at it lightly, testing, as you practically pouted at him.

“What did they do to you?” he breathed through a good-natured chuckle. 

“I can show you,” you replied, the idea sparking in your mind and instantly becoming the only thing you could think about. You reached to find one of the hands that had settled on your ass, pulling it around you until you could press it flat over your core, his fingers curving instantly to cup you over the underwear you had on. You were positive he’d be able to feel the slippery wetness seeping through the cotton fabric. 

“He was touching me. Under the water,” you said, a little meek, but your desperation was still running the show.

“Who?” he asked, surprising you and making you flush a little hotter than you already were. 

Your mouth opened and it took another second for you to mumble out Jungkook’s name as you watched Namjoon, his eyes somehow so soft, but also curious and dark with lust. It didn’t need to be said that it was in front of the others.

He moved his hand slightly, just so the tips of two fingers could prod gently at your entrance. You got to watch, biting your lip, on the verge of a moan as he felt your pussy clench, his eyes falling shut in response. Then he moved a bit more, sliding them forward to trace lightly over your clit. 

You shivered. “Joon.”

“Like this? Was he touching you here?”

Fuck, you thought he was going to drop the mention of JK as quickly as possible. But apparently not. “Not… not quite,” you whispered, reaching to slide your panties to the side so his fingers were brushing right against your hard clit, the movement made too easy by all your arousal. “L-like this…Ah, shit.” Your free hand gripped his shoulder tightly once more – for leverage. 

“So wet…” He was whispering now too, his other hand sliding up to rest on your neck before carefully guiding you back to his lips. He kissed you like he worked his fingers, slow but with steadily growing purpose until you were tilting your hips forward and back a bit frantically, essentially humping his hand. “Fuck, baby girl.”

“Shit, don’t say that,” you gasped, the words dropping from your mouth before you could think about them. 

“What, why?” he asked, pulling back enough to look into your eyes.

“I don’t know. It’ll make me come or something.”

His smile was one of relief and a stunned desire. “You don’t know?” he said, a second later, once he’d seemed to collect himself. Did his voice get even deeper? What the fuck. 

“I don’t know, it’s fucking hot when you say it.”

“Oh my god…” he groaned, letting his head fall back to rest against the side of the tub. “You’re going to make me go crazy.”

“You could…” you began, breathless and conjuring your courage to talk dirty a little more than you were used to. “You could go crazy with your dick inside me.”

“That– that sounds good,” he stuttered out, impossibly deep. “Can’t out here though.”

“Your room? Now? Please?” you said, quickly becoming demanding, in the most pathetic kind of way, as soon as it hit you that of course, you couldn’t out here. 

“Uh-huh,” he groaned, removing his hand and quickly standing up with you, keeping a hand on you the whole time the two of you climbed out and grabbed his towel. 

“Where’s your towel?”

Oh.

Yoongi’s room.

“Ugh, I left it inside, I guess.”

“Here.” He wrapped you up so quickly you couldn’t even protest, then ushered you through the door into the upstairs hallway. “Don’t slip,” he added in a whisper when you took a few steps ahead of him while he locked up. 

You couldn’t help the little giggle, twisting your head to smirk at him and his cuteness as you tip-toed wet splotches along the hardwood. Whoops. 

His room was close, no run-ins between anyone else and his boner thankfully. Inside, you shivered melodramatically as you tried to run the towel over your body as quickly as possible, missing about a hundred water droplets. Then the towel was tossed at Joon to do the same as you paused, looking between him and his cozy bed. 

“I… I don’t want to get your bed wet.”

He laughed, like you were the most adorable thing he’d ever seen then threw the towel to the floor. “Let’s fix that then,” he teased as he came closer, hot lips catching yours as his fingers aptly maneuvered the clasp of your bra, letting it fall loose on your chest. Without even taking a second, his thumbs were tucked into the edges of your soaked underwear, wiggling them down until they could fall to your feet. 

Meanwhile, you worked on his bottoms, trying to deal with the fact that he was so hard. And so big. And just, completely making your head spin. 

Naked and shivering, you climbed onto the bed together, him switching on a bedside light to replace the overhead. 

You flipped onto your ass, meeting his eyes as you grabbed his arm a little roughly to pull him to you. “You tease me for one more minute and I swear to god…” You were obviously playing… But also, had you been edged twenty times during the day or was your blinded mind just exaggerating?

“I’m not meaning to tease you, really,” he said genuinely, climbing under the covers on top of you to attempt to create some warmth. “I just… want to feel you.” With that, his hand slid up your thigh again, slipping over your folds and bringing out that breathy ‘ah’ of pleasure once more. 

“Mm, ok,” you sighed, drawn to his mouth again. You let your hands cup his jaw before sliding back into his hair, tongue licking into his mouth, caressing his. You couldn’t stop twitching, each time his fingers rubbed over your clit. So fucking sensitive. “I’m not kidding, I’m gonna cry if I don’t come soon,” you whimpered against his lips, only half joking. 

“Then come,” he said so sumptuously just as he let two thick fingers plunge smoothly inside you. It caught you off guard, a loud gasp turning to a sob as your walls tightened hard around him. He was certainly not going to tease you. Not with the way he sunk in again a second later, all the way to the knuckle, making sure you felt all of him. 

“Fuck, oh my god–” you cried, gripping his hair tighter than you meant to. Your hips waved up instinctively, meeting the drives of his hand until you were putty, “ah, ah, ahhhhh’-ing into his mouth, practically shaking in his embrace from the force of your high.

You would’ve been a little embarrassed maybe, sobbing this much with someone you were having sex with for the first time. But Joon felt so safe – it was never even a thought in your mind, not when your body was now warm on every inch from the way his fingers were curving up inside of you, even still, even as you came down and you found yourself struggling to take in full breaths. 

“God, you are fucking gorgeous,” he rasped, propped up on one elbow over you as he continued to work his fingers, slower now, just watching the way the sensations melted across your face. “Wow,” he added, quieter, a little breathless himself. 

“Yeah…wow,” you told him with a little nod, your eyes finally fluttering open. When you looked into each other's eyes, you both couldn’t help but smile, almost on the brink of a little laugh. 

Instead, he tucked his face by your neck, pushing it into the pillow as he groaned. “Baby,” he said, the words totally muffled. 

“What?” you asked, hands running down his back, feeling how his skin was so smooth and hot now too. 

He turned his head just enough to be heard better. “Can I still fuck you?” Those words, in his gorgeous voice, mixed with a needy tone? It just made you want to come again immediately. 

“Please. Fuck, yes,” you replied after the shortest moment of processing. Your arms wrapped around him, about to pull him where you wanted him. But together, you realized, him crawling over you to the nightstand just as you loosened your grip. 

Protection acquired, he came back to you only to find you pressing on his shoulders, giving you the space to sit up. 

“Can you…?” you asked, gesturing to the headboard with a tilt of your head. 

He smirked at you just a bit, eyes narrowing, before swiftly doing so, pulling you into his lap until you were seated exactly as you wanted, just the same as the first night you’d spent in his room – but now with much less clothing between you.

With a tiny press of your hips forward, you were able to rub against his length, spreading your juices up and down the underside. 

A steady hold on your waist, a deep breath, he watched, pressing his lips together, clearly trying to stop the way his eyes wanted to roll into the back of his head. When he looked down, you followed his gaze, moaning with him at the sight of his thick cock slipping so slowly between your lips. 

Then you reached down to wrap your fingers around him, feeling how big he was in your hand. Was he the biggest out of the five? The thought made you want to laugh, stupidly entertained, but you held it back entirely, biting your lip instead through your little smile. 

“You’re teasing me now,” he said softly, not even a hint of the whining and pouting you had been doing. 

You smiled wider, trying your best to think clearly with the drag of your clit along him. “Baby girl gets what she wants, right?”

An air of an indignant laugh then his brows were pushing up a little, the look on his face suddenly a little cocky. “I hope you don’t think that’s how this is going to go.”

Those words, you had not been expecting; they sent an icy thrill through you. “No?” you asked sweetly, lifting your hips up until his tip was nudging at your entrance.

Another deep breath from him as he looked at you with amused eyes. “For tonight, sure. But, typically – no,” he explained further, the final ‘no’ coming out firm with a little shake of his head. 

You licked your lips. God, the idea of him putting you in your place was just making you wetter, your body sinking down on him just a bit until you started to feel the stretch, and a little breathy moan came out. Damn, he really was thick.

“Fuck…” he sighed, hands absentmindedly pushing down on your hips a little while you tried not to let him conduct you. Not yet. 

You squeezed around the tip, groaning together as you fell forward a little, catching yourself on his shoulders. “You like it better when I’m good?” you whispered teasingly, so quiet with how his cock expanding your walls was choking you up. 

He let out a guttural sound, almost out of frustration, but you could feel him pulsing inside you, now halfway in. He seemed to be fighting himself, wanting to slide you down all the way but also not letting himself be forceful with you. “Y/N-ah,” he grumbled.

It was almost cute, the way his eyebrows were pushing together, eyes falling closed until he was blinking them open to stare at you, refusing to plead. 

“Want me to be good for you?” you asked once more, sliding in a bit farther, your breath hitching at how deep he was already. 

“Baby, if you’re good for me, you can have whatever you want,” he rushed out, hands gripping harder at your hips, head pushing back into the headboard. Good answer.

You sunk down the last inch, ass fully flush against his pelvis, his cock reaching into your tummy. “Fuuuck, Joon…” you moaned, immediately beginning to swirl your hips a little. “Can feel you all the way up here,” you gasped out, pressing into your abdomen to show him. 

He just cursed again, sounding like he was being tortured. “Baby girl, you gotta move.”

“Mhm,” you hummed in compliance, the pet name making it easy to give in, before starting to lift, feeling the wet drag against your walls. 

“Fuck, good girl,” he rasped before pulling you into a deep kiss, one hand locked on the back on your neck while the other began to guide your hips in a slow bounce. 

There weren’t many thoughts in your head but the one you could discern was simple: you could certainly be good for Namjoon. Sure, you still naturally wanted to be a bit difficult but something about those praising words floating into your ears made you melt. You just wanted more and more. 

“You’re big – god–” you told him into his mouth, the words tapering off into a whimper as you tightened around him each time you lifted, like your body was trying to keep him inside. 

“I wanna– here,” he said, holding you still a moment while he shifted himself down the bed so he could lay against the pillow. The new position allowed him to fuck up into you, pulling sharp gasps and groans from you as you tried to stabilize yourself above him, a hand tangling in his hair, face lodged in the pillow.

His pace was steady, wiping your mind each time you tried to form a thought. You had tried to move to meet his thrusts but quickly gave up on that idea when he fucked you faster, ragged breaths and low praises hummed into your ear. 

“Holy shit–” you cried, a bit of drool no doubt coming out onto the linens. 

“Feel so fucking good, Y/N.” He slowed his movements a little bit, waving his hips instead as he caught his breath. “Want to come like this? Or are you going to ride me?”

He stilled and let go of his hold on you so you could sit up, lodging him deeper inside of you.

You ground your hips forward and back, only a few times before starting to fuck him, a hand on the front of each of his burly shoulders. 

Now able to take you in, he let his hands wander up, caressing your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples lightly then harder, pinching them a little as he squeezed each mound. “So fucking pretty, baby girl. Taking me so well.”

You nodded, pussy clenching down on him as you tried to fuck him harder. 

“God, you’re so sexy, fucking me like this. Does it feel good, baby?”

With a shaky sigh, you switched to grinding on him again, giving your achy thighs a little break. “It’s so good–” Sitting up more, you let a hand rest behind you on his thigh while the other came between your legs, rubbing your wetness into your clit, perfectly displayed for him to watch. “Fuck, I’m gonna come again,” you confessed, head falling back.

“Come, baby," he breathed. "Let me feel you come around my cock.”

“Oh, fuck–” You wanted him to keep talking. He was talking more than you could’ve expected and it was killing you. “Joon–”

“Yeah, baby?” he breathed, scratching his nails lightly down your sides, over your hips, down your thighs. 

“Want you to come too.”

“Can I flip you over?”

“Uh-huh,” you moaned, not even opening your eyes or making a move to get off him. 

Suddenly, you were being whipped around, legs in the air as he pinned you down onto the mattress and started pounding into you. Right away, you were crying out, curses falling from you as his thick cock hit deep and hard. It took barely ten more thrusts before you were coming, legs closing around him as you moaned an embarrassing amount of unintelligible whimpers into his neck.

You were twitching underneath him, another jolt of pleasure flying through you with each drive of his hips as he sought out his own high. 

“Fuck, fuck, baby– shit,” he groaned, louder and more pained into your hair until he too was hitting the edge, his body freezing with him flush against you, hot and tensed as he spilled into the condom. 

Finally, you sucked in a breath and let it out in a soft and shaky ‘ahhh’ as you hugged him tight to you. He had fucked you… thoroughly, to the say the least. And after the day you’d had, it was exactly what you had needed. 

After a slow minute, he pushed himself up onto his hands with a little groan of effort, sitting back on his feet so that he could bring an arm up and wipe at the dampness that dotted his hairline. 

You just smiled up at him, still breathing heavy, letting your gaze dance down over his pretty pecs, the brown of his nipples to his stomach, faint abs popping out from under tan skin. Unable to help yourself, you reached up, tracing a finger down the centre of his torso then pressing your hand flat as you felt back up, all the way until he had to bend forward once again to let you continue, which, of course, he did. 

He dropped down a little more at your tug on his shoulder, craning his neck to kiss you when you lifted your chin slightly. It was soft this time, your tongue tracing along his bottom lip then meeting his, swiping over it slowly, sensuously. You really did love kissing him – even more so now with him inside you. 

Leaving your lips, he placed a kiss on your neck, then one lower at the start of your collarbone, before finishing with a warm wet kiss to one nipple, sucking it lightly and making you squeeze around him at the pinprick of stimulation. “You’re so tight,” he groaned out, lips still pressing to your chest. 

“Maybe you’re just huge,” you toyed, giving him a cheeky little smile when he peered up at you. 

“Ok, I’ll take it,” he acquiesced with a grin, then he was sitting up again, looking down at where you were still joined. “I almost don’t even want to move,” he said cutely, with a little shrug. 

You giggled, tilting your head at him as you propped yourself up onto your elbows. 

“But I gotta take care of this,” he continued, holding at the base of the condom as he started to pull out. 

“I’m gonna go pee.” Slipping off the bed, you realized that you didn’t have any clothes, nor were you interested in the slightest in putting your wet undergarments back on. “Hey, can I steal some clothes?” you asked, staring at the damp uninviting towel on the floor as he finished.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, so assuringly, quickly pulling out some cozy sweats for you and a t-shirt, which you promptly pulled on, chuckling with Namjoon when he saw the fit of them on you.

The closest bathroom was right beside Yoongi’s room and you were surprised to see a light on from underneath the door. Then again, Yoongi’s sleeping habits were weird, all the guys’ sleeping habits were weird, really. 

But like clockwork, his door opened just as you were coming out, flicking the light off behind you, leaving the two of you standing just a couple feet apart with you somewhat drowning in Namjoon’s clothes. He had his laptop in his hand, cords hanging, big headphones around his neck. He looked at you and tried to smile. The trying to smile part was obvious. Unfortunately. 

Then he walked off towards the stairs. 

Fuck… 

Had he heard you?

A/N: ok.... hehehe. welp, there's that. i haven't written much smut for Joon yet so this was fun! i hope you enjoyed :) as always, please do let me know if you did. it's incredibly motivating and makes me want to write this series so much when i hear people's thoughts! <3 and thank you! THANK YOU thank you!

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I’m so obsessed!!!! All of the alien series you write are great, and this one truly is hitting my top fave list. I’m enamored with this Jk 🥹

Jungkook

𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓬 [Masterlist]

You're supposed to keep him in check and integrate him into earth's society while he recovers from the aftereffects of catching a viral infection on his planet. All that, while you get to earn a pretty good monthly compensation for your efforts from the government of his and your planet.

Or more simplified: You're a paid babysitter for a 7' tall alien who's caught a virus that makes him act purely on instincts, rather than logic. Oh yeah- and he tried to eat your neighbor's pet bird. Yeah...

Tags/Warnings: Alien!Jungkook, Human!Reader, Yes I'm writing that story..., mentions of doctors visits (needles, injections, medical terms, blood), mild Angst, so much chaos, he almost eats a bird once oops, mild Angst, strangers to lovers, potential smut

A/N: THERE IS NO TAGLIST. THERE IS NO TAGLIST FOR THIS. THERE REALLY ISNT. DO NOT ASK.

Also, the Main Work will serve as a basic introduction to the universe and story. After the Main Work is posted, you can immediately request drabbles :)

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First time Jungkook started to cuddle [fluff]

Aftermath of Main Work [Fluff]

Jungkook learning about kissing [Fluff, suggestive]

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what the fire gave us (teaser) | jjk

You were born with a Gift that the world wanted to turn into a weapon. All Jungkook wanted to do was show you that you could find love, even in the dark.

↳ pairing: shadow elemental!jungkook x water elemental!(f)reader

↳ rating/genre: BTS | 18+ | dystopian | supernatural | friends to lovers | angst | smut | fluff

↳ teaser wc/date: 916 | may 2023

↳ teaser warnings: hobi and jk get in a physical fight but it's playful

↳ notes: i'll post the fic this weekend! it's part of the spring offering collab, so pls check out the other works~ this is very different than what i've written so far. i hope you all enjoy it! let me know if you like it, and i look forward to sharing the whole thing with you soon 💜

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↳ what was jai listening to? cyberpunk - ateez

As Hoseok bounds toward you and Namjoon, a dark tornado spins beside him. When he gets closer, you can see that Hoseok occasionally blows a small gust of air toward the tornado. It appears to be made of smoke, a gradient of grays and blacks. 

“Look at this,” your friend announces with a mischievous grin. “Me and JK learned a new trick.” 

With a quick snap of Hoseok’s fingers, you and Namjoon watch in patient silence as the tornado begins to slow its speed. Almost gently, the smoke curls tighter and tighter, until the darkness turns into a solid mass. 

Jungkook stumbles a few times as he attempts to get his footing. His limbs continue to propel his body into a small spin. 

Hoseok quickly reaches out to grab the younger boy. Secure hands squeeze his shoulders, and then it’s only Jungkook’s head lolling about on his head. 

“Cool, right?” Jungkook’s voice is gruff, but his lips curl into a weak smile. 

Namjoon lets out a long sigh. “You look like you’re going to be sick.” 

Although Namjoon is right, Jungkook does look like the effort of his little party trick took a toll on his body, you can’t help but match his smile. Especially when his eyes flick toward yours. You told his gaze for half a second before Jungkook is quickly looking away again. His cheeks flush pink, but you’re sure it’s from the exertion of all that spinning. 

“I think it’s really cool,” you praise the two while elbowing Namjoon in the ribs. With a grumble, your sparring partner returns to his previous stance a few feet away from you. 

“We should go again. Just for a little while longer.” 

Every muscle in your body feels stiff when you turn away from Hoseok and Jungkook. 

“I hurt all over, Joonie.” 

“Let her rest!” Hoseok adds to your whining. “All we ever do is practice fighting.” 

“Sparring.” 

Hoseok waves a dismissive hand at the younger man. “Whatever you want to call it. I find it to be fri-” 

You stifle a laugh by pressing the back of your hand to your mouth as Hoseok is tackled to the ground by Jungkook. The two men roll around, all arms and legs, kicking up dead grass and dirt. There’s a lot of howling and teasing laughter that rings through the open air. 

It isn’t until Jungkook is launched into the sky by a gust of wind you all know comes from Hoseok and lands rather roughly on his back that the playful fight ceases. How Jungkook lands knocks all the air out of his chest, but he laughs once his lungs start working again. 

“Ridiculous, all of you.” Hoseok brushes grass from his clothes. It’s futile; they’re dirty and ragged anyway. Try as you and Namjoon might to use your Gifts to clean the clothes, water does little when there’s no soap. 

“I let you win,” Jungkook teases. Still, he stands a bit further from Hoseok than he had previously. Not far enough for anyone to notice, aside from you. You notice, although you don’t mean to. It’s hard not to when Jungkook keeps stealing glances, only to look away when you try to return his gaze. 

“You did not.” 

“Did, too.” His insistence makes you giggle. 

“And how did that work out for you? Hmm? How does your back feel? I know you landed on that rock.” 

“I-It, it doesn’t hurt.” Jungkook glances your way. His cheeks are still pink. “Would take more than that to hurt me.” 

“Jungkook is impossible to beat.” 

You startle at the gentle voice, spinning on your heels to see Yoongi approaching the group. He’s got a leather satchel strapped across his chest and resting at his hip. It bulges with what you assume are plants and fruits scavenged from the woods. 

“Boy Scouts,” is what Yoongi offered when you asked how he knew so much about surviving in nature. It was peculiar; nothing about Yoongi seemed like the type. He’s tougher, more steel than wood or earth. A bulletproof shield, you think. Broad and strong. 

“Impossible?” 

 Your question is meant to be a tease, but Yoongi’s face remains stoic. Such a serious look only reveals itself when he’s assuming his position as the leader of your misfit group. It would be extremely attractive if it didn’t scare you.   

“How can you fight shadows?” Yoongi deadpans. He stares into your eyes long enough to make your face feel hot, but you don’t look away. 

“I…” 

Yoongi hums at your lack of an answer. Suddenly, you feel unbelievably small. 

“It’s not impossible,” Jungkook whispers. His head hangs low, long bangs hiding his face. The rest of his hair is tied into a bun at the nape of his neck. “I’m just as beatable as you, hyung.” 

Something about Yoongi’s expression softens at the honorific. Formalities died long ago, along with many other traditions that once made Korea what it was. Many things died during the war, both tangible and cultural - lives and ways of being. Now, the Republic is something you know your friends no longer recognize. Although it is not your home country, your heart aches for what it once was - something you will never have the privilege to experience because you arrived during the Restoration of the Republic - a fallacy of an era since the country was never restored to how it was. 

Perhaps that is best. It is easier to mourn the loss of something you never knew.

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Oooooo excited for this one!! A pack of seven alphas vying for one person ?? Dangerous and spicy I love it

Moonchild | OT7 | WIP Wednesday

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Pair: OT7  x f!reader ; endgame ??? x f!reader  

Summary: Working at a coffee shop that only opened in the late hours of the night was the most exciting thing about your life, really. You never had that many friends, your love life was nonexistent, and you just couldn’t explain the feeling of not belonging that chased you no matter where you tried to find your place. 

It was when seven very handsome strangers came into your life that weird things started happening around you and within you. Could they be the ones to fill in what’s been missing? Or would getting involved with them and their world put you in danger? 

Genre: Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, ABO, werewolf au. 

Warnings: This is just a little teaser from the first chapter of the series, since this story won the poll for the wip wednesday game! I’ll be posting the whole first chapter on my membership on Ko-fi, if you’re interested. 

WC: 1.7k

Min Yoongi was the first one to meet you.

He never believed in fate, really, most of the beliefs his kind took as gospel, he chucked to superstition and coincidences. But even he wouldn't deny that it wasn't by chance that he ended up at Moonlight Café that night. 

Yoongi had been following Namjoon’s orders, checking in with some old friends that were part of the same faction his pack was in. With the North and South of Seoul being as divided as it was right now, it was important to keep close to those who were still on your side. 

But that didn't explain how he reached that part of town, only two streets away from the border where the north territory ended and the south started. 

He shouldn't be there. It was too close to the limit. If he ran into trouble, he could easily be taken as a threat; and facing members of the Southside Clan alone was not something he was ever interested in.

But Yoongi still walked into the coffee shop, the only place actually open at this time of night. The whole street was pitch black, only a few lamp posts reflecting from the wet asphalt. 

Moonlight, however, was warm and welcoming. The low lights of the inside didn't disturb the wandering souls that came in looking for a coffee at three in the morning.

Or a place to rest, in Yoongi’s case. 

"Welcome to Moonlight." you were saying as soon as he crossed the doors. The prettiest smile on your face; one he wouldn't mind seeing more of. 

His heart took a leap in his chest as his stomach turned upside down. 

It took Yoongi a while to recompose himself and actually walk up to the counter and place his order. He would never forget that night, but he really wished you did.

Yoongi was a flustered mess, stumbling over his words, which made you laugh and, most likely, think he was a fool. 

He had only ever heard of encounters like this, his inner wolf chirping happily simply by being in your presence. 

Yoongi went home smelling like you that night, after one single brush against his shoulder. That was his only mistake. 

The fading scent of you that was stuck to his clothes was enough to catch the attention of the three youngest of the pack, so much so they followed Yoongi for four days until he returned to the coffee shop just because he had to see you again.

Park Jimin was the second to meet you, after a heated game of rock, paper, scissors that he may or may not have cheated to win against Tae and Kook. He didn’t really understand the appeal of a coffee shop that opened between midnight and six am; but then again, he wasn’t there for the caffeine. 

He was there, however, to meet the cute barista girl who’s scent he couldn’t get out of his mind. 

Jimin was someone who had flirting as his second nature. To him it came as easy as breathing, almost. So he had the perfect pickup line for you, one to make you blush, maybe let out a giggle or two. And he rehearsed it over and over in his head as he confidently walked up to the counter. 

“What can I do for you tonight?”

It wasn’t the sweet tilt to your voice that disarmed him. It wasn’t even the way your eyes seemed to let out pink and purple fireworks in a dark night sky. But smelling you in person was much much better than catching a whiff of you in his hyungs clothes. 

At that moment he knew. Sakura flowers and vanilla beans were his new favorite smell in the whole damn world. 

Kim Taehyung was the third one to meet you. 

He had been waiting outside as his closest hyung made a fool of himself in front of you. Taehyung could hear Jimin’s inner voice spilling curses at himself and praises at you, repeating over and over again how nice your scent was in person. 

Taehyung walked up to the counter after Jimin had left, when you were walking around the main room to make sure the few sleepless patrons were well served. He had his arms crossed as he read the food and drink options scribbled onto the chalk wall behind the counter. He didn’t drink coffee, so he might have a problem. 

“Do you like hot chocolate?” 

The raising of the hairs in his arm were the first sign you were standing next to him, body reacting before his brain could even catch up. 

Then he watched you make the sweet drink from a distance as he tried to figure you out. 

Kim Seokjin was the fourth to go looking for you. He had heard whispers about you between Jimin and Taehyung, who kept coming home late after a job, buzzing with sugar. But it was only when Yoongi showed up one morning, with red cheeks and a dopey smile on his face that the eldest of the pack was intrigued. 

Being the older wolf also had its perks; like having a way of knowing where his pack members had been –by having access to an app, it wasn’t a super power or anything like that–. 

It was a breach in privacy that he never resorted to, unless it was in situations like this. So he typed up the address he found and the GPS in his car let him into Moonlight. 

Only he didn’t know the weird hours the coffee shop worked with, so he stood in the rain for a good twenty minutes before someone arrived. 

“Oh, goodness! Have you been there for too long?” 

Seokjin knew instantly that it was you that his members were coming to see everyday  for almost two weeks now. And he could definitely understand why. 

You passed him your umbrella, uncaring that you had to be the one left in the rain now, as you opened up the coffee shop. You gave him something to dry his hair with and his first coffee of the night was free of charge. 

Jung Hoseok was a curious man. 

But he was also Namjoon’s right hand when it came to taking care of their pack. Which meant he needed to be alert and watchful of what went on with his brothers, while the leader was more concerned with affairs from the outside of their home. 

He was the fifth to pay Moonlight a visit. His only goal that night was to keep an eye on you from a distance, find out what it was about you that seemed to cast a spell on the members of his pack the way that it did. But all it took was an easy smile and the offering of a gingerbread cookie for his protective stance to falter. 

“I swear it’s going to feel like a warm hug.” 

You promised him when you served him the sweet, your own recipe, he found out. But now he was wondering how it felt to hug you instead. 

Jeon Jungkook couldn’t believe he was the sixth to meet you. He was the one that could scent you from Yoongi hyung’s clothes the minute he was walking into their shared home, he was the one to find the way to Moonlight when Taehyung hyung and Jiminie hyung lost Yoongi on a side street. 

But he had been busy lately, and with new attacks happening closer and closer to their border, Jungkook was needed in the field. 

Yet, all seemed worth it when he made it into the café only thirty minutes before it closed. 

Instead of treating him like an inconvenience, you were sweet as honey and didn’t mind all his chatting. He walked you home that early morning, not even noticing how your small apartment was three streets inside the Southside territory. 

“You really didn’t have to come all the way here just for me. Get home safe now, okay?”

You parted from him with a small squeeze to his shoulder, one he really wished would have lasted longer. On his way home, Jungkook wondered just how many days he could wear that shirt before it lost your sweet scent. 

Kim Namjoon’s pack ran itself at this point, which allowed him to focus on the business he had to take care of on the streets. But he liked to believe he could read his brothers very well, so it didn’t take him long to catch up on the fact that something was going on for weeks now. The leader would catch whispers, hear the main door opening and closing at all hours after dark. 

And, god, he could smell you. 

It didn’t take him long to figure out his pack members were interested in someone. Even the hyungs were bickering with the youngest. Namjoon watched from afar as they discussed who had more rights in courting you. Yoongi saw you first –a childish reasoning that made Namjoon laugh to himself–, Jungkook knew where you lived –a more concerning logic–, Seokjin was the eldest –that motive didn’t really hold any weight in a pack made solely of alphas–. 

It was all fun and games for now, but as soon as it got serious, Namjoon knew that bickering alphas, especially when a potential affection –or even worse, a mate– was involved, things could get ugly. 

It was even easier to figure out where his members had been going every night, and as soon as he walked into the coffee shop with the odd hours, he knew why. 

“Hello! Come on in.”

You had to be the prettiest thing Namjoon had ever laid eyes on; you were small, at least by their patterns, delicate and soft features, but nice hips that would make you the perfect omega for an alpha; or seven. But your scent was still the best part about you, a sweet and mouth watering sakura and vanilla smell that Namjoon wanted coursing through his veins, stuck to his clothes, his skin, and his bed sheets. 

Being inside Moonlight that night also brought a few concerns to his mind. As much as it was still on Northside territory, it was too close for comfort with the south; and the constant visits to the border by the Bangtan pack could be seen as a taunting threat. 

But by far, what puzzled Namjoon the most, was the fact you weren’t an omega. You weren’t even a wolf. 

You were human.