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Boyfriend for Hire

BTS Ot7 x Reader

Chapter 83

I woke up the next morning quite some time before the boys. After last night’s activities, everyone had opted to sleep in the living room it looked like rather than go back to their respective rooms. All the blankets and pillows had been brought to the middle of the floor, furniture pushed back to make room for it all and everyone curled up with one another. Someone had cleaned me up at some point, although I still needed to shower. Sunlight shone through the big front windows, splashing over everyone as they slept.

I was sandwiched between Jin and Namjoon. Hoseok and Yoongi on the other side of Jin respectively while Jungkook snuggled into Namjoon’s back and Jimin and Tae had their legs wrapped around each other behind Kookie. It was beyond cute. I almost hated to get up except my bladder was screaming at me and as soon as that was taken care of, the need for food took over. I stole Jin’s shirt, tugging it over my head as I made my way to the kitchen. There wasn’t much I could put together being quiet and as hungry as I was, I wanted the guys to sleep longer, so I settled on whipping together a bowl of fruit before making my way back into the dog pile.

I was going to savor being able to spend a morning like this with all of them here. I didn’t get it very often when we were back home. One of them having to go into work, most often earlier than I would ever appreciate on a weekend. Those days, Taehyung usually ended up as my cuddle partner when I felt like sleeping in. The man was impossible to wake up any given day, but it was even worse when he knew he didn’t have to be anywhere. I grabbed the remote, plopping back down in my original spot, trying to shimmy my way under the covers again.

A large arm wrapped around my waist, tugging me hard into place against their chest. The sudden movement made the balancing act I had going on with my bowl of grapes and apple slices falter, two grapes rolling out of the dish and onto Namjoon’s bare back who had rolled over while I had been gone in an attempt to escape Jungkook. The grapes were then followed by an apple which tumbled out and smacked onto his shoulder, clinging there for dear life as his skin twitched and he unconsciously moved it to throw it off.

I giggled quietly, setting the remote down to snatch the wayward fruit and placing the bowl between Namjoon and I before Jin made me spill more of it. Now comfortably under the blankets and, by default, Jin’s chest, I turned on the TV. The light coming in was already bright enough that I didn’t have to worry about the flicker of the screen waking anyone up, so I turned on a show, lowered the volume all the way and put on subtitles so I could still know what was happening. For a while the only sound was the occasional munching of apples, every now and then one of the boys would sigh heavily or groan as they rolled over.

Until Jin began to rouse behind me. His legs stretched first, extending before one of his ankles looped around mine to tangle our feet with together. Hands sliding under the hem of his shirt that I wore as he buried his face in my hair mumbling quietly. I smiled, excited one of them was awake, or half awake at least, turning in his arms.

“Good morning.” I greeted him, popping another grape into my mouth.

He looked down at me, barely peeking one eye open groggily before humming in acknowledgement.

“You’ve been up a while.” He murmured sleepily.

“Mmm hmm.”

I nearly buzzed in happiness, smile feeling like it was taking permanent residence on my face as I wrapped my arms around him tightly, burying my face into his chest. His chuckle vibrated through me, only making me hug him harder while he rolled us onto his back.

“Someone’s in a good mood this morning.” He sighed happily, content with just holding me and me, content with just being held.

We laid like that for a bit, soaking in each other’s presence while surrounded by everyone else we shared this life with too. I thought maybe Jin had fallen back asleep as he hadn’t said anything or moved.

“What the fuck are we watching?” A gruff voice mumbled.

I poked my head up, smile widening even more seeing Yoongi glaring tiredly at the television. I turned to look at the screen, the true crime documentary I had put on currently playing through a reenacted murder scene. Instead of answering, I fully intended on crossing the only body separating me from my second lover awake for the day. Jin was reluctant to let me go, but I grabbed an apple from the bowl I hadn’t finished, popping it into his mouth before crawling off him towards Yoongi.

My adventure was interrupted halfway through when my movements woke Hobi enough for him to blindly reach out, grabbing a handful of the top I wore to pull me down with him. I giggled, still trying to be quiet enough for everyone else still asleep as I let Hoseok wrap around me.

“Hey. She was coming to see me.” Yoongi complained, huffing a pout.

Instead of saying anything, Hoseok just rolled us over. Placing me snugly between him and Yoongi, the latter who pounced on me once I was within arm’s reach. I lifted my face to his, ready for the good morning kiss that was sure to come. He didn’t disappoint, cupping my cheek to stroke his thumb over it in the gesture I firmly believed was meant to convey his feelings without him voicing them so much before pressing his soft lips to mine. My happiness felt like it increased tenfold, my heart nearly ready to burst inside my chest as I kissed him back enthusiastically.

“Good morning my beautiful girlfriend.” He whispered against my lips, smile curling the ends of his mouth.

“Our beautiful girlfriend.” Hoseok corrected him, pulling me away from Yoongi enough to land a kiss on me of his own.

I welcomed it, kissing him with just as much love as I had Yoongi, tossing my leg over his hip just to feel closer to him. He caught the back of my thigh, pulling me into him more. I felt Yoongi cuddle in closer, lips finding the back of my neck as his hand slipped under my shirt. Laughing I pulled away from Hobi’s mouth.

“I would’ve thought you all had plenty last night.” I teased.

“I can never get enough of you.” Yoongi whispered huskily, attacking my neck with kisses. “Besides, I have years to make up for.”

“I’m just selfish.” Hobi shrugged, dragging me back to him.

I let hands wander and mouth tease for a while longer before pulling away again.

“Seriously.” I giggled, pushing Yoongi’s hand from my breast. “I still have to shower.”

“Dibs.” Another voice called out, body shooting up quickly from the mass of blankets and pillows.

I peered over Hobi’s shoulder, bursting into laughter at the state of a still half asleep Jungkook. His hair was sticking up every which way, a complete mess from having to chase Namjoon in his sleep every time the older man would try to untangle himself from the forced cuddling. He blinked lazily, rubbing his eyes before letting out a massive yawn. The sound loud enough to wake everyone in his immediate vicinity. Namjoon groaned, turning his head and opening his eyes to find Jin still munching away on what was left of my bowl of fruit.

He jerked his head back confused before looking around for, I assume, me. When his half-lidded gaze landed on me still wrapped up between Yoongi and Hobi he sighed, rolling onto his back.

“Mmm we should all sleep together more often.” Jimin purred, still very much wrapped around Tae with his eyes closed with an equal as clingy Taehyung who didn’t answer.

Or move.

“I’m going to vote no on that suggestion.” Namjoon grumbled.

His morning voice an octave deeper than usual and making my stomach do somersaults.

“You didn’t like cuddling with Kookie?” I grinned, propping my head up on one hand while Hobi shoved his face into my chest, looking intent on going back to bed.

“Not when I’m the little spoon.”

“Am I deaf?” Jungkook asked, completely ignoring the topic of conversation about him.

My brows furrowed in confusion as I looked at him. His eyes were glued to the tv, looking about as confused as I did as he watched the show.

“What?”

“Why can’t I hear the tv?”

I snorted in laughter. Everyone else who was awake for the most part looking at him like he had just said the most idiotic thing they’d ever heard. To them, it probably was.

“Kook are you even awake?” Jin asked him.

His tired eyes moved from the screen to Jin, blinking several times before running his hand through his hair aggressively.

“I think so.”

He was so cute.

“You’re not deaf Kookie, I just turned the volume all the way down.”

“Well, I think breakfast is in the cards before anyone else wakes up deaf. Yoongi?” Jin volunteered, turning to the second oldest even though he was hidden behind me.

“Me?”

“Yes, you.”

“Why do I have to make it?”

“Because if you don’t, I know you’ll try sneaking into the shower with Y/N.”

“Dibs.” Jungkook said again.

Namjoon reached out, patting his thigh lovingly.

“You already called dibs Kookie.”

I laughed again, digging my fingers into Hobi’s fluffy hair to play with it like he always did to mine. God, I loved these men.

Chapter 84》

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Shadows We Trust

BTS Ot7 x Reader

Chapter 5

Warning for my readers. 18+ ONLY. Scene after the cut is NSFW!!! Feel free to skip it if you'd like, BUT for those of you who do read it, I'd love to see your thoughts in the comments of who it might be 😉

Also, for anyone interested. My playlist vibes for this chapter included:

Kai - Peaches

Jimin - Like Crazy

Monsta X - AND (instrumental)

Monsta X - Wildfire

I didn’t know what that meant. But the implications were scary. I scooped the flower up off the porch, quickly unlocking my door and slamming it shut behind me. Making my way to the kitchen, and before I could give it much more thought, I threw the flower in the garbage can. Something about the stained petals unsettled me. All these years of it being no more than a plain white flower, and now, the introduction of the blood red pigment made it seem much more ominous than before.

I gathered a few of the extra magazines Aliya left lying on the counters after reading them. Chucking them into the trash as well, covering the flower in hopes that she wouldn’t see and ask me about it. I took a deep breath, leaving it behind me for the shower that I desperately needed. I went to my room, grabbing a set of clothes. I actively avoided looking towards the trailers out of my window. My unhealthy obsession with the man next door was probably the cause of the karma I was experiencing now.

Witnessing that murder just felt like the beginning of it all. It was strange to think back on now. The events of that night were fuzzy. The only real memories serving to remind me that I didn’t just dream it being the bloodied hand that had reached out to me and the strikingly white mask in the otherwise inky blackness of the night. And those men from today. The sense of familiarity I felt while having no idea who they even were. Could one of them have been there that night? No. I would have definitely noticed the blonde one. Even under a hood, that mess of curls should have been visible.

I stood under the hot spray. Letting the water wash away all my anxieties as well as the sweat from today. Thankfully, there were no other scheduled shows for the rest of the day. I could whip up a quick dinner and go to bed early. It felt like today’s events sapped the energy from me more than they usually did. Through the rush of water, I could hear the front door open and shut, followed by the shuffling of feet down the hall before a soft rap against the bathroom door sounded.

“Y/N? You okay?” Aliya’s voice was soft.

Still full of worry from earlier.

“Yeah! Just finishing up. I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Okay. I’m going to start on dinner. Anything in particular you’re in the mood for?”

“No. Anything sounds good.”

She acknowledged me noncommittally. The shuffling of feet telling me she wandered back down the hall. I shut the water off. Grabbing the towel and drying myself off quickly before wrapping it around my hair and tugging on the oversized shirt and shorts I had snagged from my closet. By the time I mosied my way into the kitchen, Aliya had a pizza in the oven.

“It’ll be pizza. I didn’t feel like cooking.”

“That’s fine. I’m thinking I’ll be going to bed early tonight. Today was… long.”

She hummed, grabbing two beers from the fridge and popping the tops off before setting one in front of me at the bar. I took a seat, raising my bottle to her in thanks as she leaned against the edge of the counter.

“Wanna talk about it?”

I sipped on the drink. It would probably be a good idea to get some of this off my chest. It wasn’t like I meant to keep it a secret from her, but I knew how much she tended to worry about me. Sometimes it was easier to keep her from worrying from the get go. Her protective nature on occasion made me feel coddled and I hated that. I was far past old enough to make my own decisions and mistakes. Although I’d be remiss to omit the fact that my decision that night nearly cost me my life.

“There were these men, today, at the show. I don’t know, they just unnerved me a little.”

“They were in the crowd?”

I nodded, tracing patterns across the condensation covering the bottle.

“Did you know them?”

“No. At least, I don’t think I did.”

“So, why did they make you uncomfortable? Did they say anything to you?”

“They were on the other side of the tent. They didn’t do anything other than look at me. It’s hard to explain, but just seeing them made me ten times more nervous than I usually am before performances.”

She knocked back her beer. Nodding as she contemplated what I was telling her.

“Were they attractive?”

The question caught me off guard. My eyes lifting to hers as I hiked an eyebrow her direction.

“All I’m suggesting is that maybe you were nervous because you thought they were attractive, and you didn’t want to mess up in front of them.”

“No, it was different. Yes, they were attractive, but my nerves weren’t because of that. They just didn’t feel normal.”

“Y/N… we live and work for a circus. We’re hardly ever around anyone normal.”

She had a point. I couldn’t argue with her there. But even with that being the case, it wasn’t anything like I felt around other carnival workers and performers. In my gut I knew something was wrong with those two, but I didn’t have the words to explain it either. At least not in a way that would make sense to Aliya.

“You’re right. I just let my emotions get the better of me. I’ll be better tomorrow.”

Aliya leaned forward across the bar. Laying her hand on top of mine as she gave me a tightlipped smile.

“Listen, next time you see them. Let me know and I’ll take care of it. Okay?”

I nodded, doing my best to give her a genuine smile in return, but it felt forced even to me. The timer dinged, signaling that the pizza was done. I was internally grateful because pizza meant we could eat in silence and I wouldn’t have to dwell on this conversation any longer. But even though outward discussion was curbed while we ate, my mind wouldn’t give it a rest. It kept replaying the moment they watched me over and over. Like a scratched DVD that kept skipping over the same part indefinitely, never to get on with the rest of the story.

The whole ordeal was making me even more tired. Therefore, I excused myself from the bar, bidding Aliya a goodnight and that I’d see her tomorrow before heading to bed with only half of my part of the pizza finished. My feet dragged down the hall to my room, shutting the door behind me quietly as I lumbered to my bed. Unconsciously, my eyes drifted towards the window, peeking through the open curtains to find my neighbor’s window. Dark with curtains drawn again. Same way it has been the past several days. I sighed heavily, flopping back onto my bed and staring up at my ceiling. It was probably for the best anyway. It wasn’t exactly appropriate to be spying on neighbors as I had been. I needed to shake these unhealthy obsessions, starting now. No more sneaking out at night, spying on people, or thinking about any of the mysterious men I seemed to be running into lately. With a new resolve, I shimmied the blankets out from under me and flicked the lamp next to my bed off, falling asleep in record time with the exhausting last week and a half.

I groaned, a shiver wracking through my body forcing me to tug my blanket closer. It didn’t budge much, being pinned by something unrelenting. I pulled harder, thinking it was caught on the bottom of my bed frame or something, but no matter how much I yanked on it, it didn’t move. I blearily opened my eyes, room dark except for the few waning streams of moonlight coming in through the window. My bedroom window that the curtains were mostly drawn before I had gone to bed, but were now open, fluttering in the breeze floating in from the open pane.

It took my brain much too long to process that information. My hand came up, rubbing my eyes that squinted through the darkness to verify what I was seeing. I lifted my head, reaching out, intending to flick the switch on my lamp until a hand wrapped around my wrist halting my movements. Followed by a body settling further into mine at my back as they tugged me back to them.

“Aliya?” I mumble sleepily.

I try to roll over, but the weight against my back prevents me from doing so. My sleep addled mind wonders why she’s here, in my room. My initial thoughts leading me to believe that something might be wrong. A hand snacks around me, my mind a little too slow on the uptake to realize the hand was much too large to be Aliya’s until it covered my mouth. The panic set in almost immediately. The haziness clouding my head making it so much harder to comprehend exactly what was happening.

“Shh.” The voice was like warm, liquid honey entering my ears.

The breath that ghosted across my cheek sent shivers through me. But nothing was more spine chilling than the other hand that caressed through my hair softly. I reached behind me, ready to fend off whoever had snuck into my room, but they were quicker.

The body over me, dropped their weight onto me instantaneously, ripping the blankets off me just as efficiently. The additional weight punching the breath out of my lungs in a soft grunt muffled by the palm still over my mouth. No matter how much I tried turning my head to see whoever had snuck in, they kept my head firmly pinned against my pillows and purposely stayed out of sight of my peripherals. Experiencing the full mass of this person made me realize they were much larger than me. Much larger and male by the deep chuckle that followed.

“Just as feisty as I remember you pet” He murmured, lips brushing the shell of my ear.

The tip of his nose trailed over my temple and across my cheek as he tilted my head to gain access to my neck. His hair tickled my flesh where it followed him down my face. I squirmed beneath his body, half in an attempt to escape him and as a way to distract myself from the feelings his touch had started to evoke within me.

Part of me wanted to melt into his touch. But the other, much more rational part screamed at me to fight. To figure out who the fuck this was and why he was here. His free hand began to scorch my skin where it caressed every inch of exposed flesh it could reach. My body temperature skyrocketing for reasons other than just fear at this point.

I wanted to be mad at myself for it. For finding pleasure in the touch of someone who had snuck into my room and did so without permission. Was touching me without my permission. But this was the first time, ever, that a man’s touch made me feel more than just platonic towards them. The oversized shirt I had worn to bed had risen in my pitiful attempt at getting away.

His touch hungrily covering whatever skin he could before deciding it wasn’t enough. He pushed it up higher, exposing my mid to lower back to cool air, sending goosebumps over my arms. His arm laid over the backs of my shoulders, effectively pinning me to the bed to keep me trapped under him if I were even trying to get out in the first place.

I wish I could say I was one of those people that did try to do everything in their power to fight. But my survival skills were sorely lacking in this situation. That odd sense of familiarity rearing its ugly head again and whispering for me to give in. Let this man, whoever he may be, do whatever he wanted to me. And while it wasn’t logical, in fact, even I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that this was wrong and I was being an idiot, the thrill I got from his presence and the desire I felt under his touch outweighed any other rationale.

I imagined myself to be immune to the advances of all men minus my neighbor across the way. The way this man stoked the fire within me was quickly proving me wrong and I relished in that fire. So much so that I didn’t care who he was or why he was here. So long as he kept touching me. The first touch of his lips along my spine had my fingers curling into my sheets tightly. My breath hitched and my heart pounded harder under my ribs.

The hand he still had covering my mouth caught a whimper as he dragged his tongue over my skin this time. My back arched and I squeezed my eyes closed, one hand releasing the sheets to search for him blindly. My hand found purchase on what felt like the outside of one of his thighs. The smooth material of his pants stretched taut over his lower body where he straddled me. He pulled away; his warmth gone for only a second before his hot breath brushed over my ear again.

“I’m going to let go now. If you scream, I stop. Do you want me to stop?”

Yes. No. My two halves waged war with each other. Unfortunately for my mind, my body had the upper hand. The lust and adrenaline overtaking everything else and having me shake my head before I could think better of it. I felt his lips curl up in a smirk, his hand snaking its way up my spine to bury in my hair as he hummed in delight.

“You want more?” his voice was husky, deeper than anything I’d ever heard.

Certainly not the masked man from that night. This tone was much deeper. Then again, it could just be heaviness of his own desire that seeped into his voice, dropping it lower than normal. Not that it mattered. His question echoed in my ears. God, I was one fucked up person because I did. I wanted so much more from this stranger. One I couldn’t even see properly under the lack of light and awkward angle I was sprawled in under him. I nodded, almost desperately, earning me a dark chuckle that shot tingles all over.

True to his word, the hand over my mouth vanished. I took in a shuddering breath and tried to look behind me to see him, but the hand still buried in my hair tightened, preventing me from looking behind me at all. Quiet shuffling over me had me desperately wishing I could see what was happening. Pretty soon I was wishing I could see anything at all as a scrap of fabric laid itself over my eyes, plunging me further into darkness and snuffing out the meager light I had to begin with.

“Wh-“ the finger that was laid over my lips cut me off.

“Don’t want to ruin our fun too soon, do we?” he crooned, swiping his thumb across my bottom lip.

He tied the blindfold over my eyes with ease. The practiced movements making me wonder just how often he did this. But I quickly shook those thoughts away. No use in dwelling on that. All that mattered was that he was here now. Once secured, he flipped me onto my back. The sudden movement making my head spin, even more so without being able to focus on anything to steady my equilibrium.

I reached out, trying to get my bearings, but my hands were seized. His fingers wrapping around my wrists tightly and pinning them to the pillow above my head. His position over me shifted. One knee moving between my thighs, so he now straddled only one of my legs. Just having part of him so close to my center, along with the knowledge that this new position somehow made me feel even more vulnerable than before, had me wet.

Soaked might be a better word to describe it since the material was beginning to feel uncomfortably damp. The first press of his knee against my core elicited a soft moan from me. My hips bucked against it, looking for friction. His breath escaped him heavily as he pressed into me harder, his thigh flush against my weeping center. I worked my hips against it wantonly, my body buzzing with the promise of the release he was offering me. He hummed, moving both of my wrists to one hand as his other drifted down my body, delighting in the skin he could feel under his palm.

“It’s been too long pet.” He mumbled huskily, leaning his body further into mine before cupping one of my breasts.

I arched into the touch, my moan coming out softly, too scared that he would stop if I was too loud.

“So long, but your body still remembers me.”

The words came out much too affectionately for someone who I supposedly didn’t know. He dragged me down the bed, tilting my hips up with his one free hand to sit higher up his thigh as he helped me grind against him. I whimpered at the jolt of pleasure with every drag of my clit over his leg.

“That’s it pet. Take your pleasure from me. Show me how much you missed my touch.”

He worked my hips over him harder, the bulge in his pants becoming more prominent as I chased my release. His cock laying heavily on top of my thigh, his hips thrusting helplessly every so often for friction of his own. His lips came down on my jaw, nipping it gently.

“How long has it been for you?”

My capacity to answer was limited with my orgasm so close. My head swimming in nothing but the urge to cum. His hand covered my bare stomach, pushing my hips down into the bed to stop my movements. With the stimulation gone, I whined in frustration, attempting to lift them again only to be halted again.

“Answer me pet. When was the last time someone fucked you?”

I shook my head, tears building behind the blindfold as my pussy throbbed, aching for more.

“Years.” I choked out. “I can’t remember the last time.”

“You mean to tell me all the times he snuck into your room he never laid his hands on you?” he chuckled darkly. “Bastard has better self-control than me.”

My brows furrowed in confusion, even though he couldn’t see it.

“Who? What do you mean?”

“Don’t worry about it. You’ll find out soon enough. For now, let me take care of you.” He shushed me, hand leaving my stomach to trace across my lips. “I’ll give you what you need.”

He pulled my hips high on his thigh again, gently rocking me into motion again. The brief reprieve only made the grinding even more intense. The ecstasy clouding my thoughts chased away any other potential questions I could have had. Questions that quite possibly could’ve been quite pertinent to ask, but it had been too long since someone had their hands on me. And I was a weak being. A slave to the feelings he unleashed on me. I bucked against him, a cry bubbling out of me when I couldn’t meet that crest myself.

“Please.” I begged, fingers curling into my own palms, no doubt leaving crescent indentations.

“Please what pet?”

“Fuck me. Please fuck me. I need you.”

His answering groan was deep and harsh, the sound sending arousal to pool between my legs. His grip on my wrists tightened, a growl working its way up his chest before reverberating through the room softly.

“I can’t. If I fuck you now, they’ll smell me on you. The last thing I need is for Jin to kick my ass if he found out I was here.”

Jin. The name was foreign and familiar at the same time. I knew I had heard of it somewhere, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember. But I also wasn’t trying too hard at the moment. Right now, I needed this mystery man to bring me to my release. I could worry about the name later.

“Don’t fret though pet. I’ll make sure you finish.” He cooed, letting his weight fall on me a bit more. “But first, I need you to promise me something.”

I licked my lips, nodding before I could think. I felt his fingers run across my cheek, cupping it softly as his thumb brushed over the corner of my mouth.

“When the day comes that I can have you openly, I need to be first. Your thighs should spread for no man except me until I’m able to claim this pussy and every male will know who you belong to. Promise me that pet.”

My breath hitched at his words. Though it wasn’t explicitly stated, he’s admitting that this wouldn’t be the last time. He wouldn’t give me the best orgasm I’d had and disappear into the night. That thought was way more comforting than it probably should have been. His hand slipped between us, fingers pressing firmly against my clit making my toes curl.

“Promise. Me.” He snarled, pushing his hand under my sleep shorts so skin met skin.

“I promise!” I whispered harshly, tilting my hips to give him better access.

He dipped two fingers into my opening, pumping them in and out rapidly and curling the tips to feel for that spongy patch that would eventually send me into oblivion. The second he found it, my body arched and he abused it, not giving me any reprieve as he continued to pummel me with pleasure. The heel of his hand ground against my clit, gliding easily through my folds to find it with how wet I was.

I threw my head back, vaguely aware that my noises were getting louder, his hard breathing only audible between my own as he thrust his own hips into my thigh. He dropped his head, hair tickling my chin as he closed his lips around one of my nipples through my shirt. The heat and wetness my undoing as I came on his fingers. My high-pitched moan muffled as he pulled out of my underwear and shoved the two fingers he had inside me into my mouth. He pressed his thigh against my pussy again, rubbing over my sensitive clit to work me through my orgasm even with the absence of his fingers. I sucked on his fingers, swirling my tongue around them as he pushed them further into my mouth. My head swam in post-orgasmic bliss, his motions slowing before halting altogether and sliding his fingers from my mouth. He released my wrists, my mind vaguely registering the tingling in them that alerted me to the fact that I needed to get some blood flowing back into them.

I moved to take the blindfold off, but his hands caught mine once more.

“Don’t take it off until I’m gone.” He murmured, placing a gentle kiss over both eyelids over the blindfold. “Remember your promise pet. I don’t take too kindly to someone who doesn’t honor their word.”

I nodded, letting the fabric slip from my fingers as I let it go. Instead, I reached out blindly, holding my hand out to him hoping he’d let me touch him this time. I felt his large palm cover the back of mine, holding onto me softly as he brought my hand to his cheek. I let my hand trace his features. Trying to map out a sketch of what he looked like through touch. His nose, lips, jaw, eyebrows, chin, whatever I could touch freely. I let my fingers linger over his mouth, pressing into the plush pillows under them. I felt his smirk curl one corner of his mouth, my fingers following the movement until he turned his head to kiss them.

“Can I know your name?” I whispered, taking a couple of errant strands of his hair between my fingers and rubbing them together, loving the softness of it.

It was long, wavy and somewhat unmanaged, although that could just be because of what had transpired between us.

“You’ll know it soon enough.” He sighed, kissing my fingers again. “Until then, wait for me.”

With those words, he lifted himself off me. I listened carefully, assuming I’d be able to hear him as he left. But there was nothing. No shuffling, no footsteps, no breathing. Just silence. Hesitantly, I brought my hands up. Pulling the blindfold up over my eyes and blinking fast to try to clear some of the blurriness from them. The room was still dark, the moonlight barely improving visibility as I scanned my eyes through my room. Empty. He was gone. The window that had been open was now securely shut.

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desperate desire | PJM

Pairing: park jimin × reader

Rating: 18 +

Genre: Mafiavampire!jimin, fallenangel/demon!oc, ancient family rivals, supernatural au ( 21st century )

Summary: jimin as the vamp was never supposed to interact with the demons but things escalated at the dark masquerade ball, while you're the only one who could physically hurt him in the worst way... yet also the only one who could heal him to his best too.

Warnings: This is purely for fictional purposes ONLY 18+ content, violence, aggressive behaviour, mention of blood, dark and unsettling themes, please read at your own risk

A/n: mafia shit can be cringe but trust me on this one hotshots, also third person just made sense with jimin so don't question it. first fic on Tumblr! Show some love <3

" You're the woman I kissed, Aren't you? " The country's most ruthless, heartless mafia vampire spoke; looking back at her, making his perfectly made fangs appear for just a second. The tone of his voice was scary, terrifying even. His mouth was agape, trying to process how he kissed the woman from the family of their rivals.

I knew coming here was a mistake.

"It was not by choice, no matter how desirable you may be, if i knew it was you i wouldn't even be at that dark place" I spoke as he dragged me down towards the royal basement of this stupid ball.

all the supernaturals attended the dark ball. It only takes place once every 58 years; it's been some kind of ritual since the past 13430 years- if i cared enough about it I'd be a part of the royal founding families by now.

"You should be glad the lights were down low" i trailed off for a moment before quickly pulling my arm from his hold as we stopped at the end of the stairs. "Because if i knew in the slightest? I wouldn't hold back from ruining that pretty face of yours"

Jimin's piercing red gaze burned into hers. He was angry, and furious. He wanted to strangle the life out of her! He approached her, his face inches from hers as he stared at her with his penetrating eyes; his cold breath invading her mouth. He stared her down before suddenly gripping her arm and pulling her close to his chest, whispering into her ear in a demonic tone.

"Back up now park jimin" I sing his name out in the sweetest way possible. Full of mockery. "don't you underestimate my powers"

I look at him with a cold stare while a dark smirk plastered on my face

" Do you want to die? " His red eyes flickered dangerously as he leaned even closer to her face, his arm flexing as he grabbed her arm harder causing her to squirm uncomfortably against his hold. His voice was cold, ruthless just as his eyes were.

"you see..You just can't kill me even if you try" i twisted to one side and stared at him with a tilted head, ignoring the hard grip on my arm

"I'm immortal baby"

I say as if it wasn't obvious enough. The demonic tone comes naturally as i push him away with all my power, having him stumble back against the opposite wall.

The Mafia Vampire's jaw clenched into a tight fist as he narrowed his eyes at the woman. The sight of her mocking tone made his blood boil with anger. How dare she talk to him like that?! His hand suddenly whipped out, his palm slapping across her face before gripping onto her chin tightly. He moved his head towards her neck, his eyes flickered red as his sharp fangs grew longer.

I stare at him as I feel my head ring a little but as a demon of the night it Just didn't feel more than a pinch on a chick

"you know..." i hold eye contact as the next words roll out from my mouth "Just admit it. you want me. like hell, i might even agree"

The woman's mocking tone was enough to send Jimin over the edge. He felt his teeth grind as his eyes flickered red with fury, the urge to bite into her neck and drink her blood overwhelming him. In a fit of rage, he attempted to lunge at her

As if already used to my sarcasm, it doesn't stop him as he's about to draw blood from my neck-

but before that happens i pull back just a little to bang my head on his nose with all my power, the moment he holds himself for conscious stability i kick on his groin, Twice.

I chuckle as i watch him fall down on his knees. I'll never understand how men can talk all big and bad but wont even survive a quick pull to their nuts? I mean as long as it favours me who am I to complain.

"Now now you poor thing..i get that I might smell sweet as honey given that a night demon has an addicting scent but that doesn't mean you lose your manners to ask nicely, hm?" I bend down to pat his head as if he's a dog

He clenched his teeth together tightly, gritting in pain as tears welled in his eyes. He glared at the demon pating him and growled deeply.

"You look mesmerizing with tears in your eyes, did you know that?" I look at him, amused by the demonic thoughts passing through my head

The woman's taunting tone made his blood boil with fury, his fangs grew longer as they threatened to break the skin of her neck. His piercing red eyes narrowed into thin slits as he looked at her menacingly, breathing heavily. His teeth ground together tightly as he clenched them and tried to control his murderous thoughts. His arm shot out, trying to grab her neck once again.

I roll my eyes at his pathetic try to grab my neck yet agaiN

I get back up on my feet as i watch him still recover from my previous stunt

" To think vampires might have a better healing process " i chuckle darkly as i stomp my high heel on the back of his palm which was still on the floor

The Vampire's eyes widened as the woman stomped on his hand, her heel piercing into his palm and causing a sudden sharp pain to shoot up his arm. Gritting his teeth as tears welled in his eyes, he quickly moved away from her foot. He rubbed his bleeding palm and looked at it with hatred, still not healing. He growled a deep throaty moan in anger, looking at her with rage in his eyes.

"You have some nerve to talk down on me y/n" He grabbed her arm tightly, his eyes flickering red with anger as he squeezed her arm painfully.

It's something about him with heavy tearful eyes that made the demon shift on her spot

I sigh "you're lucky I'm feeling generous today"

Using my other free hand to draw blood from the arm he grabbed, I placed it near his soft lips as he slowly gets back up on his feet

"Go ahead, have a drink."

Jimin looked at the woman, his eyes flickering red with hunger, his mouth watering as he stared at the blood before him. Taking in a deep breath to collect himself, he stared at the woman. He smirked, closing his eyes as he opened his mouth and lapped up the blood. The taste of blood mixed with the woman's sweet scent made his head spin, sending him into a dizzying daze, feeling almost drunk.

"Glad I'm enjoyable to you" I gulp as I hear him moan while still having that intense hold on my arm with his mouth still attached to my arm inching his way toward me.

The Vampire let out a deep moan of satisfaction as he drank from her, his grip loosening slightly as he looked at her lustfully. His eyes were filled with a lustful haze as he looked at her with a look of desire, his fangs dripping with her blood. His eyes flickered red with hunger as he lapped up the last of her blood, wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand. He smirked at her, his eyes flickered dangerously as he licked his lips.

"Keep looking at me like that and i might start drawing every ounce of your blood until you're left dry "

I laugh at the thought because it's impossible, demons can only feed on souls and i intend to keep this one around

Jimin scowled at the woman, He didn't like being threatened. He stared at the woman, his piercing red eyes flickering dangerously as he grabbed her throat tightly with his other hand, squeezing hard enough to make her choke. "You don't talk to me like that y/n"

I start feeling my throat close up

even though I can't be killed it still sucked to have somboby choke the living hell out of you.

it's the helplessness that triggered my rage; as I let out my spell in a whisper

"diaphanoüs "

My pupils dilate pitch black as i watch his body turn transparent as I put my hand through his chest grabbing his heart strongly, only to show him what he's dealing with.

Pulling my hand out as i watch him fall back against the stairs, barely holding himself together against it as he turns pale but not enough to be declared dead

I Huff as the vampire makes no heavy attempt at fighting back

"come on i didn't actually pull your heart out, stand up straight already."

Jimin stared at the woman, glaring at her with piercing red eyes as she threatened to take his life. He could feel her grabbing onto his heart, but he was unable to move away. He stared at her in fear as she threatened to end his life. He didn't want her to take his life, not after everything he had worked for; all the people he had killed just to get where he was today. He looked at her, fear etched into his face as tears welled in his eyes. "I... I d-don't... w-want to die..."

I pause as my head snaps to look at him......was that him begging for mercy?

I let out a small laugh "when was the last time i heard you talk without growling after each word?"

I look back down at his wound where my hand went through a minute back which didn't look like it's gonna heal in this life time-

My panic sets in as i watch him breathing heavily

i look everywhere to find a solution- something, anything, until it clicked

Demon blood duh? what was i waiting for-

Before thinking twice I grab his mouth near my neck but halt when I watch him shake a little "Bite it before I change my mind "

" O-okay..." He whispered, his voice raspy, fear etched into his voice as he looked at her with pure sincerity. He obeyed, his body trembling as he leaned in, his fangs piercing her neck. He closed his eyes as the sweet taste of blood filled his mouth, the woman's aroma was intoxicating; the smell of sweet honey and flowers filled his nose. His eyes flickered red with lust as his heart beat faster every second he could feel his skin heal rapidly. This was by far the most pleasure he has ever felt in his long life.

I watch him grab me closer, surpassing a moan trying to bubble out of me

It all made sense, i could feel him release the aphrodisiac to cover up any feelings of pain

Being a half transitioned demon, I'd prefer calling me more as an fallen angel with a heart which only made things worse for me at the moment; as the blood in my heart passed the flow faster which means the vampire could drink more blood-

Hence the feeling of pleasure(sexual) heightened for the both of us

"Holy fuck..." i whimper, not worth holding in anymore

" Mmmm...you taste even better than i thought you would " He hummed in pleasure as he felt her warm blood filling his mouth, the taste was sweet, intoxicating, almost divine. He continued to drink, drinking her blood deeply as he pressed his body against her walking her back until they reached the wall, his breath ragged, his moans of pleasure filling the air around them. He tightened his grip on her, one behind her neck and the other on her waist, drinking greedily before suddenly stopping, his eyes flickered as he looked at her, his fangs dripping with her blood. " I-I have to stop..."

"Ah fuck, no don't stop... " i couldn't bring myself to open my eyes, too deep in the bliss

"..It won't kill m-me" i stutter the pleasure eating me alive-

Not to forget his double layered hard on which still manages to be seen; strongly pressed against my stomach, i slowly opened my eyes, desparate desire written all over my face

Jimin looked at y/n, his piercing eyes filled with dark desire as he stared at her. all his thoughts and worries melting away. He grinned, unable to control himself as he pressed his body against hers." You... taste... so... good..."

I exhale a shaky breath "Fucking hell, come here..."

Pulling him by his collar i smash my lips onto his, loving the way my blood lingers between our lips

The vampire gasped in surprise as the woman suddenly pressed her lips against his, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in her- chest to chest. He melted into her kiss, his body trembling with pleasure as he closed his eyes, his tongue entering her mouth. He moaned into her mouth, his fangs gently nipping her top lip before pulling away from her with a soft exhale. He looked at her, The sight of her body, her warm blood dripping between their lips sent him into a dizzying haze, his eyes flickered red with desire as he ran a hand through her hair.

i lick my lips before leaning in to whisper against his lips

"Hold tight.. jimin" i smirk as i watch him follow my lips leaning forward

His heart fluttered in his chest as she whispered against his lips. Her voice was like music, sending his heart into a flutter of desire. He was completely under her control, ready to give into her every command. He looked at her, his eyes glowing with pure desire as he leaned in, kissing her deeply as he let himself be taken by his feelings.

With a snap of my fingers we teleport to my penthouse and direct to its master bedroom, lavish yet cosy and consistently follow a modern brief.

Not even worth breaking the kiss, it only ends up getting more heated and sloppier every second

Jimin gasped as the pair suddenly teleported into the woman's penthouse. The extravagant surroundings startled him, taking him out of his dizzying haze for just a moment. He quickly shook it off, pushing her against the wall and pressing his body against hers. He continued to kiss her feverishly, his hands roaming around her body, his heart beating faster with every second. His lips were rough against hers, his teeth nipping at her neck and lips roughly. The sight of the woman drove all sanity from him, lust and desire taking over his thoughts and judgement. " I want you... " He breathed against her.

I couldn't help but moan- hearing his soft voice was rare, a melody

I bite my lips as his eyes pierce through mine " I'm losing my mind because of you, jimin "

"I need you too...so badly" i bite his bottom lip a little too hard, licking the little drop of blood after, every little reaction from him was heavenly

" Mmm..." He moaned as she bit his lip, his eyes flickered red with desire as he pressed his body against hers. Her words sent his heart fluttering as he leaned against her, his hand pressing against the wall behind them. His breathing was heavy, his heart pounding in his chest, his desire for her was overwhelming. He leaned against her, his body trembling with excitement as his lips hovered close to hers. " I don't want to let go of you angel "

"There's no reason to" i smirk before grabbing a handful of his shirt and pulling it apart until it rips

But before he could react, i push him back hard until he ends up on the bed, bouncing up a little by the soft mattress

The Vampire's heart fluttered as she pushed him onto the bed, ripping his shirt in the process. His red gaze followed the woman, his lips trembling as he stared at her with desire. The sight of her ripping his shirt sent his blood boiling with desire, his fangs growing slowly, his eyes glowing red with passion. He sat up on his elbows, looking at her with desire in his eyes as he ran a hand through his hair. " Tell me..... what do you desire?"

"Only you my king" my voice laced with heavy desire as I got between his legs, spreading them apart ever so slowly

Jimin's heart skipped a beat as she spoke in that dangerous tone. He stared at her, his heart beating fast in his chest as she got between his legs, looking up at her with desire in his eyes. He groaned, his mouth watering as he looked at her. In an instant he switched us, from her taking the lead to him on top of her

His hands roamed all over her as he found her sweet spot on her neck, sucking like there was no tomorrow

Hands pinning her down to the bed as she desperately tried to find something to hold on to, ending up with her hands buried in his soft, beautiful, dark locks, tugging it a little hard

"i swear I'm done with these fucking games, i want you right now" he practically growled. one minute exploring her mouth and the next sucking and biting her neck softly as her pulse pounding under her skin

"fucking hell, I wanna eat you alive" he moaned low and possesive as he kissed her deeply. His hand held her by the neck, his breath ragged and shallow as his other arm wrapped around her back, pulling her close to him. his heart pounding in his chest as he lost himself in the kiss. His hunger for her blood was overpowering him, his body trembled as he pressed his weight against her.

" You're mine..."

"All fucking yours...give me everything you have to offer jimin.." i breath unevenly as i watch him drag his hands all over me only to rip me out of my dress half way

" Are you sure about that?" He whispered, a playful smirk plastered on his face, his voice soft and soothing as he stared into her eyes. His hands trembling slightly, his eyes flickered red as he stared at her. His mouth salivating as he looked at her, his body trembling with desire. He was losing control, the hunger for her blood was overpowering him. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her neck, his tongue licking her neck slowly. His hands trembled as he ran a hand through her hair, his breaths ragged as he looked at her, his eyes glittering with desire. " I'll make you beg for mercy, I'll do things to you that most would consider inhumane. Are you sure you want that?" He whispered seductively, his eyes glowing red with desire.

I grin as i reply "we were never the ones to be mundane in the first place my love" i couldn't help it but move my hips, trying to grind against him just for a good friction, shamelessly.

" Mm.. someone's desperate" it was his turn to chuckle as he teased

Reaching down just to rip any of the remaining dress left on my body throwing them far back somewhere in the room, he wasted no time, practically tearing every material he found in his way until i was left in nothing but my panties under him, which again were quickly disposed of.

He trailed his lips back down her body and started to mark her taking nips and then baring his fangs and burying them into her; which released a moan from her.

"Please jimin..just.. please fuck me" i couldn't hold it, i needed him in me and great heavens, i don't know what it what that got me to act like this but i was too far gone to care

As he sneaked his fingers between my legs "my, i was thinking about warming you up with my fingers first but look at you go baby, all wet and dripping just for me? He raised both his brows as we made eye contact, only to place those soaked fingers ever so slowly between his lips, which had me groaning as I fell back down.

Pulling me back up just to make my back face him, he pushes my face down on the mattress which only had me spread my legs willingly as he chuckled " how obedient " removing his last piece of clothing as he placed his dick right before my entrance, stroking himself on me only turned me into a moaning mess

"yes FUCK YES give it to me jimin!" Arching my back into him to push my ass back just to feel him a little more

"well then take it" he growled as he buried himself in me in one go which made me scream his name

"forgive me baby but that was the way to get in you quickly" he made sure to shower my back with kisses

Making sure to use his other hand to place it on my clit, rubbing it in a amazing pase

"oh...oh my fucking....feels so good jimin" i whined as i sucked him in, no name of shame because of how badly i wanted this

"fuck! you take me so well beautiful" the praise only made me moan louder as he started picking up his pace into an animalist way.

Jimin's mind was flitting to how amazing it would be to bite her right now, and he did. Reaching down to bite my shoulder a little too deep, which only had me scream his name.

the room started to fill with loud moans and groans, his hands all in my hair, goosebumps with every little contact he makes with my body, he pulled me back up only to place one of his hands on my titts- playing with it while the other made its way to my to my clit from the front yet again. I gasp as my head falls back on his shoulder

"come on baby I need you to come with me, think you could wait for me, angel?" Not even a second to spare "YES..i-i can" i could barely think as he angled to hit something new, i couldn't let it out though waiting for him to reach his limit, I held it

His dark eye glowed red glaring down at her he saw hers dilate pitch black, she was in pure bliss and he was the one giving it all to her

"I'm so..s-so close" i couldn't help but moan his name like a chant, it was like a spell on me and I loved every second of it

"come for me my angel" he let his voice out in the most low and seductive way possible, it was dripping in lust and it only pushed me through my edge.

Coming on his dick but not completely as i whimper "come inside me jimin" no clue of what's left and what's right, as if on perfect cue, just as it was getting all too much, jimin let out a low moan with my name as he finally let it all in, biting my neck so strongly to feel just on cloud 9, he came a little too hard as i came with him. Slowly his hips drew to stop and both of us finally began to compute with what just happened, not being able to keep it together I fell ahead but Jimin caught me in his arms before i could collapse completely

"that was the best thing that has happened to me in a while" he said matter-of-factly, holding me as he lay down next to me, facing each other i pushed my lips on his as he instantly grabbed my face to depend on the kiss

"promise me that will happen again" i look back at him as we pull away only to see pull up his annoying smirk

"who said we are stopping now?" He tucked my hair behind my ear and he continued "I've been waiting a long time to get you for myself and nothing's stopping me from having you in every way I can angel"

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

a/n: damn that was like long long ( at least for me ) my first proper smut huh, how did it do for ya? Even tho I rushed the ending 🏄🏽Lemme know your thoughts, beautiful 💓

SO MUCH WENT DOWN IN THIS CHAPTER PLS I CANT PROCESS

Boyfriend for Hire

BTS Ot7 x Reader

Chapter 73

Couple of warnings here y'all. Nothing too extreme, some light petting under my definition, but feel free to skip it if it makes you uncomfortable. Next chapter will most likely be NSFW just a heads up 👌

“You did not bring work with you on vacation.”

I lifted my head to find Jungkook looking down at me, mouth set in a hard line as he eyed the project in my lap.

“I didn’t. This is a personal project. I’m not working, I promise.”

His expression said he didn’t believe me but sat down next to me with a heavy sigh anyway. I was scoring a bit of free time after a night full of drinking and laughter. Kat and Jackson had left about an hour ago and when I offered to help clean up post-dinner, Jin had practically banned me from doing so, claiming that I should take some time to relax and let them handle it. And so he recruited Taehyung and Hoseok to help with the dishes while the others took care of the trash and rearranged the outdoor furniture to how it had been.

Not having anything better to do while waiting for them to finish, I picked up my yarn to kill some time before Jin came to find me to discuss what he had wanted to earlier.

“What is it?” Kook asked, watching my hands work.

“I’m making beanies and mittens for all of you. I’ve always wanted to try making them and you guys are the perfect excuse for me to practice it.”

That brought a smile to Jungkook’s face. His large body scooting in closer to get a better look at what I was doing.

“You’re making them for us?”

“Yeah. You guys get me gifts all the time, so this is the least I can do in return. I don’t have much money to spend, but I can try to make something you’ll like by hand.”

“Well, I love it. And I’m sure the others will too.”

I looked at him with a wry smile. “You’re easy to please.”

One of his fingers hooked under my chin, pulling my face closer to his.

“Mmm, you’re right. I am.” He hummed, closing the distance between us.

He tasted like the brandy he’d had at dinner. An intoxicating mixture of Jungkook and alcohol that made me feel as if I could get drunk off it. His grip moved from my chin to the back of my neck, tilting his head to deepen the kiss and slide his tongue between my parted lips. Project being the last thing on my mind, I blindly shoved it off my lap, not caring where it ended up. I shifted my body towards Kookie, looking for a better angle to kiss him when he made that decision for me. One of his large hands grabbed my thigh, dragging it to him and over his lap making me straddle him. My hands quickly found his hair, burying my fingers into the lush strands and pulling gently, just enough to tilt his head back so I could plunder his mouth this time.

He let me explore, choosing to slide his hands under the hemline of my shorts, fingertips teasing the edges of my underwear. A sharp slap to my ass caught me off guard. My gasp getting lost in Kook’s mouth at the same time I smushed my body into his to escape the hit. I pulled away, looking behind me to find Jimin standing there, grinning cheekily.

“You going to start something else in the middle of the living room without inviting me again?”

“You’re telling me that the one you rubbed out earlier wasn’t enough for you?” I teased back, leaning into him as he stepped up behind me.

“When it comes to you. Nothing is ever enough.” He breathed, smashing his lips to mine.

His hands found my hips, pushing them into Jungkook’s and starting a slow grind between us. Kookie let out a loud sigh, hands fisting my panties beneath my shorts as he let his head fall onto the back of the couch.

“Besides, Kook was with me too. You can’t only give me shit for it.” He grinned against my lips before diving in again.

Jimin savored our kiss, taking his own sweet time with it along with the forced motion of my hips. Soon enough, the pleasure he was spiking within my own body had me moving my hips myself. Now that I was taking over, Jimin’s hands moved. They snaked up along my hips and sides to cup my breasts. Taking them in hand and rubbing my nipples through my shirt and bra. I was already so turned on that even through two layers of clothing, the sensitivity I felt with each brush of his fingers rocked through me. I arched into his touch, begging for more just as someone cleared their throat. Jimin and I broke away from each other, my grind into Kook halting as well much to his displeasure.

“I figured I’d interrupt before things got too far.” Namjoon chuckled, dimples on full display.

As disappointed as I was, it was probably for the best. They did want to talk. My pout didn’t last long though. Namjoon shouldered his way between Jimin and I, scooping me up in the next motion. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck, letting him carry me to one of the other couches where he plopped down with me in his lap. Jungkook and Jimin both voiced complaints, Jungkook especially as he squirmed in his seat trying to conceal the tent in his pants.

“I don’t want to hear it. You two have been with her all day. Let me have my time.”

With that they couldn’t argue. Jimin huffily taking a seat next to Kookie just as Hoseok and Yoongi walked in. Hobi saw the empty seat next to Namjoon and I, quickly bounding over to claim it along with a quick kiss on my forehead.

“All done?”

“All done. Jin and Tae are putting the last of it away as we speak and then they’ll be in.”

Yoongi took it upon himself to pick up the project I had ditched mid-makeout session with Kook. He attempted to untangle what he had, but only made it worse the more he tried, eventually giving up and setting it on the table for me to deal with later. I made myself comfortable on Namjoon. Honestly, it’s easy to do with how big he is. I fit my head right under his chin, content with soaking in his warmth while I watched Hoseok scroll through his phone. Every once in a while he would pause and show me whatever had popped up in his feed.

Sometimes they’d be funny videos or some kind of post related to his job or a DIY project which I found out some time ago that he purposely followed a few pages to find ideas for us to try together. Currently, we had settled on making a planter’s box to put in my workshop back home. We had gotten all the materials right before we left, so we haven’t been able to put it together yet, but that was first thing on our list when we returned. He leaned over, showing me a couple of ideas for colors that he thought would go well with the color scheme of the room when Jin and Taehyung made it in.

“Good, everyone’s already here.” Jin smiled, sitting across from me.

Taehyung took a seat on the floor in front of me. He reached for one of my hands, setting in on top of his head and relaxing into Namjoon’s legs as I began kneading my fingers through his hair.

“I know we have plans to celebrate in town at Carnival tomorrow evening, but there’s something we wanted to talk with you about.”

I stopped what I was doing, looking up to Jin who still had a smile on his face although it appeared more nervous now than it did a few moments ago. Taehyung softly grunted, nudging my hand to get me to continue. A quick glance around the room showed everyone else had similar expressions, ranging from anxious to serious which didn’t do much to ease my own anxiety.

“Okay. Is something wrong? You guys are scaring me a little.”

Jin’s eyes widened before he put his hands out and waved them frantically.

“No no. Nothing’s wrong. We just wanted to clarify what you’re expecting tomorrow night is all. It’s a big celebration and there will be lots of people, we’d understand if you’d rather not spend it with all of us in that case.”

My brows furrowed in confusion.

“Well, I didn’t really have someone else in mind to spend it with.” I said slowly, still not comprehending.

Did he expect me to want to go by myself? When we made plans, I had made plans for the group, not just me. Yoongi sighed, tossing Jin an exasperated look.

“You’re explaining this terribly.”

“He wants to know if you want all of us there, or if you’d rather just take one or two of us.” Namjoon clarified above me.

I pulled out from under him. Pushing off his chest to look at him incredulously, before verifying with the others. They all silently nodded, waiting for my answer.

“What? Of course, I want all of you to go! Did you honestly expect me to pick and choose some of you?”

“Not, pick and choose per se, but like I said, it’s a big crowd and we would understand if that might be a little overwhelming or embarrassing for you to be seen with all of us in a romantic setting given that our relationship is a little uno-“

“Whoa whoa whoa.” I cut him off.

I was off Namjoon’s lap in the next second, padding to the front of the room. Everyone was silent, choosing to watch me as I paced in front of them. Of all the things I wondered would be brought up in this conversation, this had never crossed my mind. I didn’t ever question the soundness of our relationship and the fact that they were now was a little disappointing. Not because of them, but because I was rolling through every conversation, wondering if there was ever something I said that could possibly make them think I’d be ashamed for others to know about us, or see us together.

I huffed a laugh, coming up empty. Determining that stewing over it myself wouldn’t help matters in the slightest, I turned back to them to meet each of theirs gaze individually.

“Was there something I did, or said that makes you all think that I would be embarrassed or ashamed to be with any of you or all of you?”

“Of course not.” Namjoon said sternly, sitting up straighter in his seat at the realization of where my mind was taking me. “We just know how this arrangement looks to everyone else. We don’t want to put you in a situation where you could become uncomfortable just because we’re selfish with our desires.”

“Have I ever seemed uncomfortable with it before?”

“No, but there’s also been very few instances where we’ve all been together.” Hoseok pointed out. “And none of them had been in a romantic setting where we would want to be close to you.”

They were right. Although we had been out together multiple times, whether it be all of us or a small handful, it wasn’t as a group in an intimate way. Most of the time we spent together in public could have been written off as nothing more than friendly. The fact that I hadn’t realized that until now astounded me. I had never realized the extra precautions they took when we were together to make it seem like a normal relationship to others. Our day on the beach today was the first time more than one of them had ever publicly initiated something that could be seen as more.

This was them asking me if it would be okay for them to treat me as they do at home. To hug me and kiss me, hold my hand or pull me close even in middle of a crowd of onlookers. A way for them to know whether I’d be okay with other people seeing us in such an intimate way. It was all starting to click and before anything could be misconstrued, I needed to address it.

“Okay. First of all, let’s get this straight. Under no circumstances, ever, would I be ashamed to be seen with any of you. That includes each of you individually, some of you together, or everyone collectively. I have never been embarrassed by what we have. Conventional or not, it doesn’t matter to me what other people think because all that matters is what I have with you. I don’t share the feelings I have with you guys with strangers, so why the fuck would their opinion of me or what I’m doing matter?”

A couple of them smirked, Yoongi’s chuckle cutting into my pause, but I wasn’t finished.

“Secondly, I don’t want to hear anything about me picking or choosing any of you. You can’t ask that of me, and I would never do it. I love all of you too much to even entertain the idea.”

The second the words left me, I slapped my hands over my mouth. Eyes widening as everyone looked to me, but three heads in particular nearly gave me whiplash with how fast they met my gaze. Three of the seven men in the room who didn’t know my feelings. I froze, unable to even breath as I held my breath waiting for someone else to say something. Anything. I barely registered the movement of Jimin’s lips as he opened them to speak.

“What did you just say?”

Chapter 74》

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So you're telling me jungkook is gonna be naky in his damn soLO NO BCUZ DID YALL SEE THE DAMN POSTER?!_!'?$?'?$!'!'

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BTS SERIES

Shadows we trust - @remedyx

★ Ot7×reader | Dark Circus/Carnival Romance.

Boyfriend for hire - @remedyx

★BTS Ot7 x Reader | mature themed, fluff, poly relationship.

Bloody Love... - @hongjoongscafe

★Jungkook × mc | angst, smut, yandere, gore, dark romance, horror, creepy (dark fantasy).

ONESHOTS

Jack-in-the-box - @missdreamshade

★Jung Hoseok x reader | yandere au + monster/demon au + imaginary friend au

number 7; m | jjk -@sparklingchim

★Jungkook×reader | hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, brother’s best friend, college!au

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Boyfriend for hire - @remedyx

★BTS Ot7 x Reader | mature themed, fluff, poly relationship.

Bloody Love... - @hongjoongscafe

★Jungkook × mc | angst, smut, yandere, gore, dark romance, horror, creepy (dark fantasy).

ONESHOTS

Jack-in-the-box - @missdreamshade

★Jung Hoseok x reader | yandere au + monster/demon au + imaginary friend au

number 7; m | jjk -@sparklingchim

★Jungkook×reader | hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, brother’s best friend, college!au

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ONESHOTS

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⤹˚˖ Jung Hoseok x reader | yandere au + monster/demon au + imaginary friend au

number 7; m | jjk -@sparklingchim

⤹˚˖ Jungkook×reader | hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, brother’s best friend, college!au

More top tier oneshots on #amosrecs <<

BTS SERIES

Boyfriend for hire - @remedyx

⤹˚˖ BTS Ot7 x Reader | mature themed, fluff, poly relationship.

Shadows we trust - @remedyx

⤹˚˖ Ot7×reader | Dark Circus/Carnival Romance.

Bloody Love... - @hongjoongscafe

⤹˚˖ Jungkook × mc | angst, smut, yandere, gore, dark romance, horror, creepy (dark fantasy).

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They all are so talented it's crazzyy

THIS WAS SO INTENSE THAT STARTED GASPING EVERY LINE

Jack-In-The-Box

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x reader

Genre: yandere au, monster/demon au, imaginary friend au

Summary: Your parents invite you to come take one last look at all your childhood belongings. Little did you know one held a sinister monster that you released from it’s prison - and his eyes are set on you.

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: yandere content, dark content, blood, mentions of gore, death, vomit, profanity, please read at your own risk

“Pumpkin!” Your mom exclaimed the second you stepped foot out of the car. She came running off the porch of your childhood home, engulfing your frame in an overbearingly tight hug, “It’s been too long, you need to start coming to visit more often.”

A smile stretched across your lips as you returned her hug, pulling away a brief moment later.

Your mother took your hand in hers, leading you inside. For a split second, her warm gaze flashed down to your bare arm, turning cold. Something solemn swirled in her eyes as she fixated on the scar you had since a young child.

You never knew how it showed up, neither did your parents, but shortly after your eighth birthday, a mark resembling awfully close to an ‘H’ appeared on the inside of your wrist.

“Everything’s,” the woman trailed off for a moment before quickly recollecting herself, “Everything is down the basement. Take anything you want and we’ll donate the rest.”

Keep reading

I.... MALFUNCTIONED

Boyfriend for Hire

BTS Ot7 x Reader

Chapter 70

UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES IS THIS CHAPTER SFW! I might have had too much fun writing the Tae and Yoongi team 😅

Taehyung laid back on the bed while Yoongi helped me turn to straddle him so that I could face him this time. His length was warm under my center, and I couldn’t help but grind my hips against it. The look on Tae’s face was one I wanted etched into my memory forever. His eyebrows pinched together as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly. His tongue darted out long enough to wet his lips before he bit down on his bottom one holding back his noises and failing as soft groans slipped out of him. The friction was wonderful. The head of his cock bumping my clit with every drag back down his shaft.

Yoongi appeared to be enjoying his brother’s torture as he chuckled behind me, moving my panties further to the side so I could completely coat Tae with my dripping slick. With his other hand, he scooped a fingerful of his cum that still covered my abdomen, bringing it to my lips for a taste. I sucked it gluttonously, pushing my hips harder into Taehyung. His strangled curse produced another laugh from Yoongi as he slid his finger out of my mouth.

“Let’s fill you up doll. Otherwise, I’m worried Tae will cum before he gets a chance to feel you wrapped around him.”

“Not funny.” Tae ground out through clenched teeth.

Yoongi stepped closer to the edge of the bed, his chest pressed to my back as he wrapped an arm around my middle and his other hand under one of my thighs. I let him manhandle me in place until he was satisfied. He lifted me slightly, enough for Taehyung to reach between him and I to line his dick with my opening. A thrill of excitement and nervousness zipped through me. One that Yoongi noticed as my hold on his wrist around my abdomen tightened. He leaned forward, touching his lips to my temple in a comforting kiss.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you. You can take him, I promise.”

A smooth hand gliding up one of my thighs brought my attention back down to Tae who smiled up at me.

“Remember sweet girl. Talk to me and I’ll take care of you.”

“You’re ours to cherish. We would never do anything to hurt you.” Yoongi whispered, reinforcing his words with a tight hug.

A smile of my own curved across my lips.

“I can see the dynamic between you two now.” I giggled.

I gave a single nod to Tae, licking my lips as I spread my legs a bit wider over him.

“I’m ready.”

The first bit of pressure as the head of Tae’s cock nudged my opening had me biting my lip. Looking to Tae, he had his gaze trained on the point of contact, the only indication of his own excitement being the way his hold on my thigh dug in a little harder. Yoongi lowered me, slowly, halting the minute Tae’s tip breached my walls. The stretch was immense, my breath hitching at the feeling and heart stuttering at the realization that this was only the beginning. There was more of him. So much more. Despite the discomfort, my walls accommodated him quickly. No doubt a feat thanks to the way Namjoon has thoroughly readied me with his own well-endowed manhood.

Without him, they were right, this might have been impossible. Taehyung was even bigger than Joon, something I had struggled to come to terms with when they had told me. Not because I thought they were lying to me, but because the thought was a difficult one to wrap my head around. And yet, here I was, experiencing it firsthand. Experiencing it and wanting more.

“Talk to me baby.” Taehyung groaned, eye flickering up to mine as he searched my expression for any signs of pain or discomfort.

“Good. I’m good. Tae, you feel so good.” I mewled, wiggling in Yoongi’s grasp, who hugged me closer to keep me from moving.

“More.” I whined, tapping Yoongi’s thigh behind me and sighing in relief when he listened.

Yoongi let me slide down a little bit further, the satisfaction of just how full I was releasing a heavy dose of endorphins that made me feel drunk between the two of them. Taehyung’s breathing below me had picked up, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Shit.” He let out on a whimper. “Good girl. You’re taking me so well. My sweet girl was made for my cock.”

The praise only made it better. My walls clenching around him ripping a strangled groan from his chest as he threw his head back on the mattress.

“How are we doing Tae?”

I could hear the grin in Yoongi’s voice as he nuzzled my neck.

“I’m pissed that I waited this long.” His voice came out husky as he lifted his head to look at us again. “I should have booked it to your apartment that night.”

“It’s only fair since you snuck the first kiss that you get to be the last to feel this delicious pussy.”

“Consider it a lesson fucking learned. Can you take more sweet girl? I’m losing my mind over here.”

I grinned wickedly, nodding at Yoongi who slowly lowered me the rest of the way down. Once fully sheathed, Tae and I both let out loud moans together. Yoongi released his grip around my middle, letting me lean forward and place my hands against Tae’s chest for leverage. His own grip shifted to my hips, his large hands palming them roughly as he guided me to lift them and then sink back down on his cock again. He did it again, and again, each time a little harder, a little faster.

“God damn this is what heaven feels like.” Tae admitted breathlessly.

Yoongi moved from my back to the head of the bed, making himself comfortable against the pillows as he teased his cock back to life as he watched the two of us. Knowing he was watching only spurred me on, driving me to grind my hips harder into Tae. I slid my hands down his chest and over his abs, leaving them there as I set a fast pace, bouncing on his cock. I had never felt so full in my life. Taehyung left no place untouched, every inch of him dragging across my g-spot leaving me no reprieve as jolts of delicious euphoria continuously washed over me like a massive wave that kept coming.

Tae never took his eyes off me. The lust coloring his dark irises making me feel unbelievably sexy as I took pleasure in him. He slid a hand up my side, higher until he could fit my breast in his palm. Thumb dragging across my nipple roughly earning a moan from me. My thighs were beginning to burn, my rhythm reluctantly stalling as I switched back to slow grinds. My underwear was starting to dig into my skin uncomfortably. The pinch making me wince as I tried to shift it to find some relief.

Yoongi noticed, moving from his spot to slip off the bed. Taehyung either didn’t notice or didn’t care as he took over my thrusts. Driving his hips into mine below me as he urged me on, veins popping along his arms as he used the strength in them to keep me moving over his length. Sweat began to form over his forehead, a result of the strenuous activity as well as the heat from the shower he had been in before we started. Yoongi appeared behind me again, his hands coasting over my shoulders before travelling down my back and stopping just above my ass.

“You know what I think doll?” Yoongi grinned devilishly, leaning over Tae and me. “I think that if he likes them so much, he should keep these ones too.”

Yoongi’s fingers slid under the band of my panties and with a quick yank, he snapped them. The sting from the edges digging into my sensitive flesh drove my arousal higher as I watched him do the same to the other side. Taehyung moaned underneath me, bouncing me on his cock harder as he chanted expletives. Before I could blink, Yoongi pulled them from between my thighs and shoved them into Tae’s mouth.

The sight not only turned me on, but also Taehyung as his grip around my hips turned bruising and his eyes rolled back urging me faster. His words were muffled around the undergarments in his mouth, but that didn’t seem to be a problem for Yoongi who reached around me to pinch my nipples.

“Ride him like you mean it doll. He’s close.”

I mewled, digging my nails in Tae’s shoulders as I chased our highs for the both of us.

“Fill her up Tae. I want to see her cunt overflowing.”

Tae groaned loudly, bucking his hips into mine frantically. When he wasn’t getting the pace he wanted, he sat up, wrapping an arm around my waist and rolling us carefully so I was under him. He pulled my panties from his mouth, letting them fall on my stomach as he smiled down at me.

“Tasting you and fucking you at the same time has to be my new favorite thing.”

He placed one hand on the bed next to my head, gripping my thigh with his other one, hiking my leg higher up his waist as he resumed his thrusts. Rutting his hips against mine, small grunts leaving him with every powerful stroke.

“Second to visualizing you pregnant that is.” He chuckled breathlessly.

The words had my pussy clenching around his length. The groan that left his lips was almost animalistic in nature as he met my fucked out gaze.

“Fuck, you’d let me too, wouldn’t you sweet girl? There’s nothing on this planet I want more than to see you carrying my kid.”

“Tae.” I whimpered, tilting my hips up to his, silently begging.

“I know, sweet girl, I know. I’ll take care of you.”

He leaned back, scooping my lower half off the bed to pound into me harder while Yoongi rounded the edge of the mattress near my head. His fingers caught my chin, lifting my face to meet his lips briefly before he moved further down. His hand snaked between Tae and I to find my clit at the same time he wrapped his mouth around one of my nipples. The sudden warmth had my body jerking involuntarily coupled with the stimulation over my bud, my walls spasming around Taehyung who definitely noticed if his curses were any indication.

“Fuck. Yoongi… T-Tae…” I panted, grabbing at Yoongi’s hair hard as his tongue curled around my nipple.

“Cum for me Y/N. Cum for me so I can fill you up.” Taehyung demanded me.

The command drove Yoongi’s fingers over my clit faster. The pleasure peaked and crested as I dove into my second orgasm, my body shuddering violently as neither of them relented. Yoongi’s fingers still dragging my release from me, mouth sucking harder on my breast, and Taehyung drilling his hips into mine harder trying to reach his own peak. And suddenly, it was there. His pace stuttering, nails digging into my flesh to leave indentations as he filled me. His seed hot, searing my walls as he released more than I could handle. Globs of it dripping out of me around his cock and running down my opening and smearing over my thighs. Yoongi ripped himself away, his breathing harsh as he jumped off the bed.

“Roll her over. Now.” He directed the command to Taehyung.

Tae slipped out of me, the sudden emptiness and overwhelming sensitivity as he did so making me whimper. I didn’t have much time to lament the loss as Taehyung gathered me close to him, rolling us over again so I was straddling him once more. I looked down at him in confusion that didn’t last long as I felt Yoongi mount the bed behind me. Taehyung’s hand grabbed my face, pulling me to him for a sloppy kiss just as Yoongi entered me with one hard thrust.

My body jerked violently, the overstimulation still very much present as a pitiful whimper left my mouth to Tae’s. Yoongi’s pace was vicious. Clearly only seeking to find his own relief as his hips pummeled mine. It didn’t take much, his breathing already coming out harder as I collapsed against Tae’s chest, more than content with letting him use me. Yoongi cursed loudly, stilling, completely buried in me as he came. His thick ejaculate mixing with Taehyung’s inside and outside of me as he pulled out. Yoongi flopped on the bed next to me and Tae, his arm slung over his eyes as I watched the way his chest heaved with the effort of catching his breath.

He reached over after a moment, taking my hand in his to lay it on his chest over his heart, placing his palm over the back of mine to keep it there. His heart raced erratically under my hand, my own being finding comfort in it as I laid my head against the spot where Taehyung’s heartbeat echoed in my ear. A pathetic whine came from me as Taehyung began to move. One that quickly turned into a gasp as I felt Taehyung line himself up with my opening and push in again.

“Tae.” I sniveled, attempting to move off him.

He stopped me with a strong arm over my back.

“Shh, I know, I’m sorry. I won’t move I promise. Just lay here with me like this. Let me feel you a bit longer.”

Once settled, the thickness inside me was actually really nice. The emptiness when the boys would pull out afterwards always left me with an inkling of loneliness. But cockwarming Taehyung like this eliminated any lingering feelings like that. Instead, there was nothing but peace and utter adoration for the two men I laid with and the complete happiness fueled my exhaustion. The last thing I wanted was for either of them to move, my hand sluggishly trying to keep Yoongi close as he moved off the bed. He kissed my hand, chuckling before moving out of sight.

He wasn’t gone long. Returning seconds later to drape a blanket over me and Tae before snuggling in close and letting me hold onto him again. Taehyung was already halfway asleep, acknowledging Yoongi’s presence with a soft grunt and tugging me a bit closer to him before his breathing evened out. My eyes were also beginning to droop, watching Yoongi through half lidded eyes as he made himself comfortable. His gaze found mine, giving me a sleepy half smile.

“I’ll wake us before too long so we can get cleaned up and help with dinner.”

“Okay.” I agreed quietly, pressing a kiss to my fingers before reaching out to lay them over his lips. He chuckled, kissing my fingertips before intertwining our hands. I watched him fall asleep, refusing to do so myself until I was sure they were both content. Between the two of them was where I had the best nap of my life.

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The goosebumps i got as the story went on was reALL ASF, and it's onLY THE PROLOGUE ⁉️⁉️

Shadows We Trust

BTS Ot7 x Reader

Prologue

First part for the next series y'all 🫶🫶 I hope it gets as much love as my other series.

This will be an Ot7 Dark Circus/Carnival Romance. Same as with BFH, I will add warnings when necessary! Taglist is currently open

It was one of those evenings most people wouldn’t be caught dead outside in. Rain pelting the buildings, little plinks off metal roofs and carnival rides barely a whisper compared to the roar of the shower itself.

Lightning flashed across the sky, lighting up the night and all it’s hidden shadows for a brief second before plunging everything into darkness again. Thunder crashed overhead. The only sound louder than the rain as it came down, making me flinch with every crack as I pushed my feet to move faster through the mud and slippery grass. The carnival was desolate, the amusement rides and games turned off without the crowds here to enjoy them.

It was eerie. To see a place completely devoid of life when every inch of the place was usually lit with bright lights and laughter. Now the only light to accompany the occasional streak of lightning was the slow flash of the carnival sign above. It blinked leisurely, the bright red neon word CIRCUS staying on momentarily before flickering off again. I shouldn’t even be out this late. Normally, I wouldn’t be. To venture out once the sun sets for day performers wasn’t necessarily forbidden, but it was an unspoken rule to not interfere with what happens once the night comes.

The darkness was their time to play.

The seven men who performed in the Dark Circus as it’s come to be known. A show as dark as the men who operated it and as sinister as the crowds it drew. Only to be performed under the cover of the night where shadows thrived and the wicked roamed free.

A show made for the depraved.

No day performer was ever curious enough to risk their own safety for glimpses of the show itself. It’s been rumored that one look upon the seven acts could ensnare you for life. To be tempted into the corruption that goes on behind the walls of the tent and unable to escape. The carnival was no place for the righteous after dark. Shadows were named that way for a reason. They weren’t made to be trusted but to hide immorality. And while I wasn’t sure I believed it, I couldn’t deny that the possibility terrified me. It scared me enough to keep my distance. With the hopes that as long as I minded my own business, nothing bad would come my way.

It's funny how a person can talk themselves into believing that. The thought that ignorance will protect you. How wrong I was. I should’ve seen the signs early on. Small coincidences here and there that weren’t truly coincidences at all, but warnings. Foreshadowing what was to come. Even now as I paused in my sprint back to my trailer, attention caught on the posters littering the side of the circus tent, the way goosebumps pebbled on my skin and the shiver down my spine should have been the first indication that something was wrong. That something was wrong with them.

I stood, transfixed, the beating of the rain around me and thunder rolling through the sky fading into the background as I stared at them. The flickering of the sign above casting the images in an ominous red glow. The only glimpses anyone here has ever had of the Dark Circus performers plastered on the side of the tent.

They’d been there for years. No one was even sure if they still looked the same as they did anymore. They basked in the blackness they shrouded themselves in. As secretive as the nighttime they lived under. I lifted a finger, touching one corner of a poster. The wave of fear that shot down my spine made me pull away immediately as I swept my gaze around the park in paranoia. I was almost positive someone was watching me now.

I slowly backed away. Tugging my raincoat tighter around myself as I resumed my run through the elements. This time my heart was beating louder due to more than just the thunderstorm above as my skin crawled under my layers of clothes. I could feel the burning stare even though I couldn’t see anyone. With shuddering breath, I jumped the three steps up the porch of my trailer, finding shelter from the pounding raindrops under the roof. I ripped the hood off my head, gazing one last time out into the darkness of the amusement park. Through the torrential downpour, I could just barely make out what appeared to be the silhouette of someone peering around the edge of the circus tent where I had just been seconds prior.

The neon sign lit up again, illuminating the black outline of what was definitely a person. My blood ran cold in my veins as I slowly reached behind me to feel for the doorknob. As scared as I was, I couldn’t look away. My eyes glued to the figure who still stood there. Staring back at me. The sign flicked off again, plunging the surrounding area in total blackness and my eyes scrambled to adjust to the lack of light again. My grip found the doorknob, halting before it could twist and open it as I was finally able to make out the figure again. It remained there for half a second more before slinking behind the tent and disappearing as suddenly as it had appeared.

I quickly opened the door to my trailer. My feet nearly tripped over one another in my rush to get inside before I slammed it shut behind me. I pulled back the curtains over the window beside it, peering outside for the figure again, but there was nothing. I swiftly flipped the lock on my door, letting out a deep breath as the safety of my own home instilled a sense of comfort in me. I turned my back to the door, letting my head fall back and thunk against the thick wood as I calmed my rapid heartrate. I should’ve known that safety was an illusion. There wasn’t truly anywhere safe when it came to them. Like I said, there were warning signs. And the feather I found outside my door the next morning was the first.

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This made me feel things i didn't think i could by simply reading,,,HELP

Boyfriend for Hire

BTS Ot7 x Reader

Chapter 62

As mentioned previously, this chapter is NSFW. Seriously. The fact that my mind even thought this up in the first place has me 🥴🥴. So please be warned. 18+ ONLY.

“Bad? What do you mean?” I asked, honestly confused.

My eyes swapped between the two of them. Patiently waiting for one of them to answer, that was, until Hobi’s palm slid up from my breasts to my throat. His fingers wrapping around it making my pulse jump.

“H-Hobi?” I stuttered as he turned us so my back faced Kookie.

He prowled forward, forcing me to take steps backward until we reached the younger man. My back collided with his chest, Jungkook’s soft grunt when I made contact reverberating in my ear and shooting straight to my core. Hoseok continued forward, boxing me in between them as his lean form towered over me. Both of them did. Hobi at my front and Jungkook from behind. Sandwiched like this made me feel small, my form almost petite when confronted with theirs and despite how confused I was with this situation to begin with, I couldn’t deny that I enjoyed it.

Butterflies erupted in my gut looking up at them through my eyelashes. I was quickly being resorted to nothing more than a puddle under their gazes and hands. Pliant like putty the longer they looked down at me. Borderline willing to do anything they asked of me. One of Jungkook’s hands easily found the slit in my dress over my left thigh, flipping the material out of the way and snaking his hand between my thighs to cup my weeping center through my thong that Tae insisted I wore.

I sucked in a breath. One that quickly turned into a whimper as Hoseok tightened his grip on my neck. I grabbed both their arms, Hobi’s around my neck and Kookie’s assaulting my womanhood, fisting the sleeves of their suit jackets.

“He means Jinyoung bunny. Think you could flirt right in front of me and get away with it?” Jungkook’s voice was lilting, but his fingers contradicted the softness in his tone as he shoved my sad excuse for panties aside and buried his fingers inside me in the next second.

“K-Kookie!” I choked on his name.

“Aw, now you remember who you belong to?” he growled in my ear, sliding his fingers out to make rough circles across my clit. “There’s six other men that this slutty bunny belongs to and Jinyoung isn’t fucking one of them. Let’s start with an easy one. Let him hear you.”

Hoseok’s hand slid up to my jaw, fingers digging into the hollows of my cheeks, forcing my mouth open. He slipped two fingers in at the same time he yanked one strap of my dress down, exposing my breast. I closed my lips around his fingers, sucking them greedily while Hoseok dropped his head to do the same to my boob. A sharp cry leaving me, muffled by his fingers as he bit my nipple.

“Hobi!” his name came out garbled around his fingers, my back arching into him and my ass bumping into Jungkook’s bulge that was obvious even through two layers of clothing.

The feeling of Hobi’s mouth on my breast and Jungkook’s fingers playing with my clit, my orgasm was quickly approaching like a freight train with no brakes. I moaned, my eyes sliding closed as I prepared myself for my impending release. Until everything stopped. Jungkook’s hand left me and Hobi abandoned my nipple and slid his fingers out of my mouth, leaving me squirming uncomfortably with an ache that hadn’t nearly been sated.

“I’m not convinced bad girls should be allowed to cum. What do you think Kook?”

“I-I wasn’t flirting! I promise. I was just being nice!” I sobbed, unable to think clearly with the rage of arousal that pounded through me to settle at my clit, begging to be stimulated.

“I don’t think our girl would lie to us, hyung. Maybe she was just being nice.” Jungkook cooed, lips ghosting across my temple. “But that doesn’t mean he knows that. I think it’s only fair she doesn’t walk out of here until she’s full of our seed. Until you smell like us and we’ve ruined you to the point that no other man would ever stand a chance.”

“Would you like that princess?” Hobi purred, placing a soft kiss on my lips so unlike the rough treatment they insinuated.

“Please.” I begged, tilting my face to his and leaning forward to feel his mouth against mine again.

He evaded me, pulling back to begin pulling at his belt. My eyes were honed in on the way his thin fingers unclasped the buckle until Jungkook took ahold of my arm and dragged me away from the door to the vanity mirror across the room. He kicked the stool out of the way, hand grasping the back of my neck and pushing me down to bend over the desk. Fuck this was really happening. We were in a church and the two of them fully expected to fuck me right here, bent over and begging like a bitch in heat. The thought made my pussy clench. I was still frustratingly empty. At this point, I’d fulfill every filthy desire of theirs as long as one of them filled me.

“Here’s what’s going to happen bunny. You’re going to stay just like this and I’m going to fuck you. Of course, we can’t leave Hobi-hyung out, so you’ll open wide for him and show him just how good you are at sucking cock. You have five more names to go and when I ask for them, you’ll tell me exactly who else this pussy is hungry for. You’re not allowed to cum until I hear them out of your mouth, understood?”

I nodded frantically, gripping the desk hard as Jungkook flipped my dress over my hips to expose my soaked pussy. Hoseok wedged himself between me and the desk, cock already out and weeping for me. I licked my lips with an embarrassing mewl, wanting nothing more than to taste him. His fingers caught my jaw again before I could get close enough to even lick it, jerked my chin up to his face.

“Words princess.”

“Yes. Yes, I understand. Please. I need you.” I whined.

A sharp slap caught me off guard. The sting quickly followed by the burn sending me into Hobi’s lap in front of me as I tried to escape Kook’s hand.

“Give me a name.” he growled, landing another hard slap making me grunt in pain.

No doubt my ass would be ripe as a red apple by the end of this.

“Tae!” I yelled as the third slap blossomed white-hot across my flesh.

“Shh. No need to shout.” Hobi chuckled, dragging his cock across my lips before pushing in.

Hoseok and I moaned in tandem as he filled my mouth. Unsurprisingly, I couldn’t fit all of him, but he didn’t seem to mind too much as his grip on my jaw tightened and his head dropped back. I felt the cool air in the room breeze over my exposed cunt as Jungkook yanked my underwear down my thighs before settling the tip of his dick against my opening.

“We’ll have to make this quick bunny.” He breathed harshly, entering me in one hard thrust that had me choking on Hoseok.

“Fuck.” Hobi grit his teeth, free hand grabbing onto the edge of the desk hard enough for the veins to pop along the back of his hand and up his arm.

Jungkook’s pace was brutal. He meant it when he said their goal was to ruin me for other men. I was pretty sure no other man could satisfy me after my experiences with them. And it only seemed to get better. Kookie railed into me, hand fisting the material of my dress over my back as soft grunts left his lips with every reentry.

“Another name. Let me hear it.”

Hoseok pulled me off his length. A line of spit connecting his tip to my lips as I tried catching my breath while I could. Jungkook’s strokes never faltered, his hips slamming into mine with such force, my voice came out shaky as I gave him the next name.

“Y-Yo-oongi.”

I barely finished the last syllable when my mouth was stuffed with cock again. I moaned around Hobi, my fingers curling around the material of one of his thighs. He became bolder this time around. Thrusting his hips in time with Jungkook’s, forcing himself a little further into my waiting orifice.

“You look so perfect drooling over my cock.”

I hummed in agreement, my walls clenching around Jungkook at the praise. The room was filled with the sounds of squelching and slurping. Both ends of me a complete mess for these men as I let myself be spit roasted in a church of all places. Jungkook groaned loudly, the sound making me desperately wish I could see him right now. His grip on me hadn’t waned, he still held onto my dress with one hand and the other groped my ass, spreading my cheeks to get a better look of my pussy swallowing his length.

“God you’re so fucking beautiful.” Kook sighed. “Another name bunny.”

Once again, Hoseok reluctantly pulled me off his dick. My jaw aching with the movement of speaking.

“Jimin.” I whispered on an exhale. “Oh God, Kookie.”

I keened, feeling the orgasm I was deprived of earlier rearing its head again. I dropped my head, letting the pleasure wash over me as my thighs began to shake. Jungkook stopped immediately, his thick cock buried in me to the hilt as he slapped my already tender ass cheek again. The sharp sting staved off my release, my body slumping as I was once again pulled back from the edge.

“Not yet. You’re not allowed to cum until I hear every name. Now give Hobi-hyung the attention he deserves.”

I opened wide, no longer having the strength to work him over like I have been. Hoseok didn’t complain though, he took over for me. Fucking my mouth as if it was no concern of his every time I fought my gag reflex or as spit dribbled down my chin and onto the floor below us. Jungkook resumed his own thrusts, except this time they were shallow. His length barely moving back and forth within my walls and stubbornly refusing to brush over that spot inside me that melted me into a mess at their mercy. I sobbed around Hobi’s thickness. Needing more from them.

My mouth and pussy was sore, my thighs and lower back burned from the position they had me in, and my body thrummed with the need to satisfy the ache between my thighs. I was their slut. Their toy to do whatever they wanted with. In this moment, I had no control over my own body. If they refused to let me cum, then I didn’t cum. They said open wide, I opened wide. They abuse my holes to their heart’s content, then I gladly took them. A wet plop over my backside registered only seconds as Jungkook’s spit before his thumb probed the entrance of my ass. The unfamiliar sensation made me panic, my body bucking forward of its own accord, including Hoseok’s cock that slid into my throat immediately making me gag.

“Oh shit.” Hobi gasped, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his breathing stuttered and hips shot forward helplessly.

“Easy bunny. You’re okay.” Jungkook soothed me, not pushing in any further than he had already gone. “Give me another name baby.”

I pulled off Hobi quickly, coughing at the irritation to the back of my throat. My walls clenching around Kook with every wrack through my body.

“Fucking hell that’s the best feeling ever.” He laughed breathlessly.

Hoseok chuckled with him, his hands caressing my cheeks lovingly as he lifted my face to his.

“You alright princess?”

I nodded as his fingers wiped away the drool still covering my chin. His erection bobbed in front of my face. Glistening under the lights coated in my saliva and his precum. The head swollen and twitching with the need to release. Just looking at him, I knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Name princess. Two more to go and give you what you need.” He brushed the errant strands of hair from my face, smiling down at me too beautifully for the sins we were committing.

“Jin.” I croaked out, really hoping my voice didn’t go hoarse from the fucking I was undergoing.

“Good girl.” Jungkook praised and despite how strung out I was, I still swelled with pride at the praise.

“Finish me off pretty girl.” Hoseok moaned, leading me back onto his cock.

I was determined to make him cum quickly. The sooner he did, the sooner my mouth was free to utter the last name. I sucked him like my life depended on it. Hell, it felt like it did this late in the game. I dragged my tongue along the underside of his length, curling the tip of it under his frenulum before dipping it into the slit in his tip, enticing more of his salty taste to leak from him. His breathing came in rasping puffs, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he fought to keep from blowing his load too early.

Jungkook seemed to be his only saving grace as his damn thumb chose that moment to slide further into my ass, ruining the rhythm I had set and making my eyes roll back in my head as my body arched into him from the unexpectedly pleasurable intrusion.

“That’s it bunny. One of these days it’ll be my cock in your ass instead of my thumb. You’d love that wouldn’t you?”

I couldn’t do anything more than moan around Hoseok as Jungkook started fucking me harder than he had before. Obviously, seeking to drive both of us over that peak together as his cock swelled inside me.

“Yeah. You won’t tell me no. My slutty bunny will do anything I tell her to, won’t you.” He snarled, hips snapping into mine, his balls slapping against my clit sending jolts of rapture up my spine.

I moaned louder, the vibrations from my cries proving too much for Hoseok as he pumped into my mouth two more times before shooting his warm seed into my mouth. A curse left him as he continued to shallowly thrust in, letting me milk him for all he was worth, while I hungrily swallowed everything he gave me. Once the stimulation became too much, he pulled away, lifting my face to his to kiss me feverishly, tongue tangling with mine to taste himself.

“Fuck, I love you.” He whispered into my mouth.

The words drowned my heart in fondness. My own feelings bubbling out of me without much preamble as both my physical and emotional state warred within me.

“I love you too.”

“Don’t worry princess. I’ll get you there.” He promised, dropping my chin to move to the side.

Jungkook rut into me with abandon now. The ecstasy right there. Ready to crest and crash into me in seconds with the slightest nudge.

“Yeaaahhh.” Jungkook moaned, thrusts getting sloppier. “Last name Y/N. Say it and I’ll fill you up like the filthy bunny you are.”

Hoseok’s fingers made contact with my clit the second the words left Kookie’s mouth. Smearing my cream that covered my cunt and dripped down my thighs across my overly sensitive nub making me clamp down on Jungkook’s cock as my body seized with my orgasm.

“Namjoon!” I wailed, barely able to get the name past my lips as I came, coating Hoseok’s fingers and Jungkook’s length as he spilled into me. His hot release filled me to the brim, ropes of it pouring into me and overflowing around his cock. My legs collapsed beneath me as the last tremor wracked through my form, Hoseok just barely catching me as Jungkook’s softening cock slipped out of my folds.

“Oh my God.” I panted, my legs like jelly under me as Hoseok tried to help me stand up.

I winced at the ache in my back, Jungkook noticing as he fixed himself into his slacks again. He sidled up behind me again, his knuckles kneading into the skin where it throbbed. I sighed at the relief it provided while Hoseok fixed my hair back in place. Jungkook’s lips laid tender kisses along my exposed shoulder, humming in satisfaction.

“I love you Y/N. More than you know.”

I turned my head, placing my own soft kiss against the freckle sitting just below his bottom lip.

“I love you too.”

Hoseok grinned, waiting patiently for me to give him a kiss of his own before pulling away.

“We should head down. We have about 15 minutes before the ceremony begins.”

The reminder of everyone just downstairs ripped me out of my post-sex haze as horror took over.

“I can’t believe we just did that with so many people nearby.”

“Don’t worry too much about it baby. Kat made sure no one bothered us. Now let’s get you cleaned up before I have to take you back to Jinyoung.” He grumbled the last bit, expression souring as he thought about Jackson’s best man.

“After all that, you’re still jealous?”

Hoseok shrugged. “Can you blame us? You’re the most radiant woman any man has the pleasure of meeting and he’d have to be an idiot to not be interested in you. It’s our job to make sure they all know you’re off the market.”

“Really? I can’t do anything to ease your minds that I won’t go frolicking with any single man that looks my way?”

“Sure you can.” Jungkook grinned. “Let us lock you down and you won’t ever have to worry about it again.”

“Lock me down?”

“Yep.” He said, helping me towards the bathroom. “There’s the traditional way and Tae’s way. Until that happens, we’ll be wary of any man that looks at you too long.”

“What does that mean? Traditional way or Tae’s way?”

“He means marriage as the traditional way.” Hoseok supplied, giving me an uncomfortable smile.

The two of them looked at me as if they expected me to run away screaming with the confession. And while it wasn’t something I wanted to discuss at the moment, I wouldn’t have run off, even if I could.

“Oh.” I replied, fruitlessly. “And what’s Tae’s way?”

Both of them were quiet until Jungkook snorted while trying to conceal his laughter.

“Knocking you up.”

Chapter 63》

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IMA COME BACK TO THIS

BTS: Welcome To The Show 🔞

In which you've been hired as a very special woman for the seven idols- and become even more special down the line.

Chapter index:

If only your mother could see you unpack your few belongings in your new million dollar home- but oh well, you probably wouldn't want to explain to her how you got it..

-> read here!

As the leader of the group, it was only natural he'd be the first to make a move towards you- welcoming you into his perfect little fantasy, where he's got you all to himself.

-> read here!

When it came to all of them, you would've thought he would've been the most withdrawn and traditional out of all of them- maybe not ever making use of your 'services'. But, looks like you were about to be proven wrong...

-> read here!

He's quiet, withdrawn almost, keeps his secrets close and his desires even closer. Though you're starting to get closer, it's still a surprise when he finally calls you up, and you're not sure what to expect of him.

-> read here!

Hoseok had been quiet about his desires for a while now, and no one else was willing to spill what he was into- not even himself. Until he talks to his bandmates, finally opening up to you what he really craves..

-> read here!

You've been quite unsure about him, not quite comfortable in taking the lead instead of letting them for once. However, by now, you should've learned your lesson not to judge and expect the unexpected.

-> coming soon!

It's a rainy day, music plays in the background- instrumentals, slow and comfortable, while he waits for you to take that step and close the door behind you- while he waits for you to finally become his next masterpiece.

-> coming soon!

Throughout your stay he's been teasing left and right, confusing you to no ends with what he might be hiding beneath those doe eyes and that bunny smile. Well- you're about to find out.

-> coming soon!

+ Possible Additional Content.

Main Tags/Warnings: Sex Work, Smut (duh), Angst, Dom!BTS, Sub!Reader, Idol!BTS, Protected Sex. Additional tags and Warnings for each chapter.

All content will be linked on this list and can also be found via the Tag Welcome To The Show!AU.

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FUCKED her till she passED OUTT would always be such a turn on in this fanfic LIKE I CANNOT GET MORE SPECIFIC

Boyfriend for Hire

BTS Ot7 x Reader

Chapter 49

So sorry y'all! I didn't realize until just now that when I scheduled this chapter I accidentally put tomorrow's date instead of today 🙃. Apologies 🙏.

Here's your official warning that this chapter is ABSOLUTELY NSFW. Seriously. 18+ ONLY

“My apartment is closer.” I said, as Jungkook tore out of the parking lot.

“Eager are we?” he grinned, reaching across the seats to place a hand on my thigh.

“You mean I’m the only one?”

“No. I’ve been waiting a long time to have you underneath me.”

The ten-minute drive to my apartment felt like the longest ten minutes of my life. Traffic wasn’t heavy. The rush hour had passed a while ago and the sun had begun setting on the horizon. Jungkook’s thumb rubbing over my thigh was making me delirious with need and I needed a way to inflict the same feelings onto him.

“Kookie.”

“Hmm?”

“You want to know something I’ve always wanted to try?”

His heavy gaze fell on me briefly before flicking back to the road again.

“What’s that?”

I lifted his hand that was on my thigh, bringing it to my mouth and kissing his fingertips.

“I want to record myself and send it to the others. It makes me wet to think about them watching it. Them watching someone fuck me.” I lightly bit one of his fingers. “Would you help me?”

Honestly, it had been on my mind since Yoongi and I had sex with Tae on the phone. I didn’t realize how sexy it was having him listen in and while I know he didn’t see anything, I wished he could have. The way Jungkook’s hand tightened on the steering wheel, and he shifted in his seat gave me his answer before the words left him.

“Fuck, bunny. Yes. I’ll help you.”

By the time we made it to the elevator of my apartment building, we were both itching to touch one another. Somehow, we kept it together until we reached my floor. We exited the lift, Jungkook letting me lead even though he knew where it was. His arm slipped around my waist, hand coasting a little further south than usual until his palm met my ass. He gripped it, squeezing hard as I fumbled with the key code. I finally got it, both of us stumbling inside and barely slamming the door shut before we were on each other.

Our lips melded together as my hands desperately tore at my coat and my feet grappled with my shoes trying to kick them off. Jungkook wasn’t doing any better, his own hands working at his coat and top. I pulled away long enough to take off my shirt, Jungkook using the separation to pull his own over his head too. First the sweater and then the white t-shirt, revealing the smooth skin I had caught a glimpse of last night. Only this time, under much better light and no time crunch.

Therefore, I appreciated it like I should have before. Sliding my hands up from his abdomen to his chest. The natural dips in his body made me want to trace them with more than just my fingers and maybe there would be more time to explore later, but the desperation between us was palpable. Gliding my hands back down, I unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down, letting the material fall just enough for the band of his underwear to peek out.

He took my hands in his, putting them on his shoulders before picking me up with both palms under my thighs. Him carrying me like this had me looking down at him for once as he headed towards the bedroom. I toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, leaning down to kiss him again.

“It’s my turn to taste you.”

He dropped me on the bed unceremoniously. I watched with bated breath as he dragged my pants down my legs, my underwear soon following. His mouth attacked my inner thighs, nipping carefully making my legs tremble and soft moans escape me. The first swipe of his tongue across my folds had me fisting the sheets.

“Mmm, hyung was right. You are delicious.” He groaned, diving in.

He feasted like a man starved. Taking everything my body elected to give and asking for more as his tongue dipped inside me. He gave just as much attention to my clit, stimulating the already aching nub, driving me higher to my climax. My hips bucked with every swipe of his tongue, his large hands gripping my thighs to keep me open for him. Every pattern he drew with his tongue across my entrance, he would repeat across my clit, the brushes driving me crazy.

It was torture how he was prolonging my ride to orgasm. The flicks serving to steer my pleasure higher, but not enough to push me over the edge. I needed more, my moans turning into needy mewls the longer he denied me what I really wanted.

“Kookie, please.”

Hearing me beg for him must have been what he was waiting for. His lips found my clit in the next second, wrapping around it and sucking hard, catapulting me into an intense orgasm that he helped me ride out. When the stimulation became too much, I tried to escape his grip, dragging myself away from his mouth. He let me go, sitting up with a wicked grin across his lips as he licked them.

“I almost forgot.” He said, jumping off the bed to grab his phone.

He set it up on the nightstand next to the bed, checking the angle before turning back to me.

“I want one more out of you bunny before I fuck you.”

I sat up on my elbows ready to tell him I needed a minute to recoup. Before I could get a word in, his hands gripped my legs, dragging me back to him.

“Kook-“

“Take off your bra.”

At the same time he gave his command, he buried his fingers in my pussy. The sudden intrusion made my body tense up, my head falling back as my mouth opened in a soundless gasp. I was still sensitive and Jungkook’s thumbing of my nub wasn’t helping things. His fingers were gone in the next second, the reprieve brief though as a sharp slap to my cunt caught me off guard.

“Bra, bunny. Take it off. I won’t ask again.”

His fingers sought my entrance again, the loud squelching so lewd in the otherwise quiet room as he pumped them quickly. I had to force my brain and my body to function as I fumbled trying to remove the last piece of clothing I wore. Jungkook hummed in satisfaction, leaning down to my core again. The second round of head was even more intense than the first. My lower lips weeping for him and clit throbbing almost painfully between arousal and overstimulation. I whimpered, my hips bucking into him further and trying to pull away at the same time.

“Jungkook, I can’t.” I whimpered, the pleasure bordering on discomfort.

“You can and you will.” He growled.

His arm laid over my abdomen, pinning me to the bed and to him so I couldn’t get away. His other hand grabbed my thigh tighter, forcing my legs apart wider so he could fit himself between them easier. He doubled down on his efforts, determined to make me cum again. A had found its way to his hair, holding it tightly as my body hurtled into its second orgasm in a span of minutes. My thighs squeezed his head tightly, legs trembling as I cried out his name. It took me a minute to realize that his face was still stuck between my legs, my thighs not having released him yet.

I let them drop, smiling sheepishly as he lifted his head, gaze meeting mine. My slick covered his face, and if I wasn’t two orgasms in right now I might have been embarrassed.

“I’m sorry.” I apologized breathlessly. “I didn’t mean to squeeze you so hard.”

“Don’t worry. I’d gladly spend the rest of my life between your legs if you’d let me. Even if it meant you smothered me.”

I giggled as he crawled up my body. His lips finding mine as I assisted him in undressing the rest of the way.

“Shit. I don’t have a condom.”

I pulled his face back to mine, planting another wet kiss on his mouth.

“We don’t need one. I have an IUD.”

“Fuck. Tae is going to be ecstatic when he hears that.” He groaned, kissing me harder.

He pulled back, the devilish grin in place again as he cast a glance at the camera. I had almost forgotten we were recording. Almost.

“I think it’s only fair we give everyone a little something they like, don’t you?”

My own eyes found the phone. My arousal skyrocketing again as I thought about the boy’s seeing this video later.

“Hands and knees. Ass in the air. Show everyone what a good slutty bunny you are.”

I rolled over, Jungkook’s hands guiding me into position. His fingers trailed up my bare back, gently pressing my top half further into the sheets. He gripped my hair, turning my face towards the camera.

“Keep your head there. Everyone should be able to see your beautiful face when you come apart on my cock.”

A needy mewl filled the room. My hips pushed back towards him, my body begging to be filled at last. Another slap landed on my ass this time.

“Kookie.” I moaned.

“Did you think about this bunny? About how much you wanted my cock inside you while you sucked me off last night?” Another smack, harder than the last one.

I whimpered, gripping the sheets hard as I nodded. His hand came down on my ass again.

“Words, bunny. I want everyone to hear how good you are for me.”

“Yes! Yes, Kookie!”

His knees nudged my own wider, the head of his erection pressing against my entrance teasingly.

“I’ll bet you thought about it next to Tae in bed, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” I admitted breathlessly, trying to rock back on his dick.

His hands gripped my hips tightly, stopping me. I whined in exasperation.

“You could’ve asked him. I’m sure Tae would have fucked you like you wanted me to, or you could have come to find me. Then we wouldn’t have had to record this for everyone else. They could’ve watched it in person.”

He thrust into me in one go. The sudden invasion making me clench around him hard. We groaned in sync, Jungkook’s fingers digging into my hips that would result in bruises the next day.

“God damn. You’re perfect.” He forced between his teeth before setting a brutal pace.

He pounded into me. Knocking the breath from me with every reentry. My arms shot forward, blindly landing on the headboard to keep myself from moving up the bed as Jungkook fucked me. While it didn’t feel that way last night, I know now that he had been taking it easy on me. The feeling of him sliding in and out of me was indescribable. I thought I had been content getting him off without needing anything in return, but I was so wrong. And despite the soreness I still had from my time with Hoseok and Namjoon, having Jungkook now was utter ecstasy.

The headboard hit the wall hard, and I momentarily felt bad for my neighbors as I was sure they knew exactly what was happening between the bangs and my high-pitched moans. I didn’t care enough to stop though.

“Does it turn you on knowing they’ll watch this later and cum with you?”

Oh God. The visuals he was painting in my mind. I could almost imagine it. All of them, watching the recording, hands fisting their cocks as they matched pace with Jungkook, thinking about it being themselves in his place. The night over the phone with Taehyung was playing through my head, the noises he made making my fantasy all the more vivid as I remembered his moans, my pussy clenching around his cock harder.

“J-Jungkook.”

“You really are my slutty bunny. Especially when you let me fuck you raw. You take my cock so well.” He panted, hand sneaking its way into my hair again to grab a handful.

He pulled me up, his pace not letting up as he pressed me flush to his front. One hand finding my breasts, to play with my nipples. He rolled them between his fingers, light pinches sending surges of arousal through me. It made me wetter, my cunt sucking him in, strangling his cock every time he tried to pull out. The knot in my lower abdomen was beginning to unravel. My moans turning into whines as I begged for him.

“Fill me up Kookie.”

“Yeah? My slut wants my cum?”

I nodded desperately, as Jungkook gripped my chin to turn my face towards his. The kiss was sloppy and only last a few seconds before he pushed me down into the bed again. He fisted my hair again, turning me to face the phone once more. He fucked me harder, the loud clap of his hips against my ass getting louder as a low rumble built in his chest.

“Cum for me bunny. Milk me like the greedy slut you are.”

His hand reached around me, fingers finding my clit easily and my slick giving plenty of lubrication as he fondled it. His other hand came down as another harsh slap against my already red backside. My eyes rolled back as I let go. Body tensing as my orgasm ripped through me with extreme intensity. I choked on his name, the sound seeming to be the only thing I was capable of as I rode out my climax helplessly. Jungkook lasted four more thrusts before I felt his cock swell inside me and his release flood my walls. It was warm and copious. Spurts of it prolonging my own orgasm. The aftershocks just as devastating as the main event.

And for the first time since I had been with Jimin, my consciousness faded.

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The way it only kept getting better oml

Void - Part 1 (M)

title banner by @rude–jude♡

Genre: Sci-fi with a little angst and a LOT of smut

Pairing: BTS x Reader (yup - all seven)

Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.

Word Count: 7.9k 

Part 1 / ?

Warnings: explicit sexual content, masturbation, discussions of pornography, voyeurism, and excessive sexual tension

A/N: This chapter focuses on Hoseok, Yoongi, and Jimin. But trust me, all seven will get involved before this is over.

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I'd give up my soul for more jin interactions and i wish i was joking ☹️💦💞

Boyfriend for Hire

BTS Ot7 x Reader

Chapter 47

Of all the beds I’ve slept in, Taehyung’s was my favorite. The man had, like, a hundred pillows, and the sheets were always cool to the touch, which I really loved. Plus, he always had the air down low, so it was colder than any other room in the apartment. That made snuggling so much better, and Tae was a snuggler at heart. So, really, it was a no-brainer when he asked me to stay with him two nights in a row. The only bad thing about sleeping with Tae was that he never wanted to wake up.

Last night, after leaving Jungkook, I went back to Tae’s room who had whined asking where I was and that he had been looking for me. I simply apologized and told him I had been with Kookie and although he didn’t ask what had happened, he gave me knowing look coupled with a sly grin. I fully expected to be teased about it, but surprisingly, he didn’t say a word. Only handed me one of his t-shirts, asking if I would wear it to bed. And after a quick shower and change of clothes, we buried ourselves under the covers.

My alarm going off this morning made me wonder why I tortured myself. It was almost a crime having to get out of his bed this early, but duty calls. I rolled away from him, shutting off my alarm and stretching. With one look in his direction, I felt a little bad that I would have to wake him up. His dark curls splayed over the pillows; mouth pushed into a pout with his cheek pressed against the pillow. He was adorable. Next door I could faintly hear Jungkook’s snore through the wall and I wondered just how bad it had to be to hear it through the walls of the apartment. It was early. Too early to be up really, but I needed to go into the shop.

“Tae.” I called him, leaning over him to kiss his cheek. “We have to get up.”

He mumbled something incoherently but didn’t move.

“What?” I giggled, leaning closer so I could hear him better.

“It’s too early.”

“I know, but you agreed to it yesterday when I told you I had to be up early.”

He didn’t respond, just buried his head further into his mass of pillows.

“I’m getting dressed. You better be awake when I get back.” I told him, slipping out of bed.

I raided his closet for the few outfits I had in his room. I should really find a better system than having a few clothes here and there in each of their rooms. At this point, I had more clothes here at their place than I did at my own apartment. Which I guess wasn’t a terrible thing. I spent more time here than I did over there anyway. But it was getting frustrating trying to figure out which outfit was in who’s room. I’d have to talk to them about moving it all into one place soon. I got ready quickly, delaying as much time as I could just so he could sleep a bit longer. That ended up not even being necessary because when I made it back to the room, Tae was still hidden under the covers fast asleep. I sighed. I was so holding this over his head next time he tries to tell me he’ll wake up.

I was checking the subway schedule on my phone as I entered the living area, surprised to see a light on in the kitchen. Wondering who could possibly be up voluntarily so early, it shouldn’t have fazed me that it was Jin. He was leaning against one of the counters, glass of chocolate milk in hand as he scrolled through his phone. He was dressed in a nice pair of black slacks and a black button-up with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. His hair was combed back, the cow lick in the front preventing all of it from being kept out of his face, but the few pieces that didn’t brushed the lines of his eyebrows. Gosh, I wondered if I would ever get over how handsome they all were.

“No coffee this morning?”

His eyes flicked up to mine, his betraying that he was surprised to see me.

“You’re awake?”

“I need to be at the shop early. I have a delivery this week for Jimin and still have a few more pieces to finish. What about you?”

“I’m headed to the hospital.”

“This early?”

He smiled wryly, knocking back the rest of his glass.

“I’m always up at this time.”

I guessed that made sense. I’m sure with all the surgeries that were scheduled, they started pretty early in the day.

“Do you have a ride?” he asked, washing out his cup.

“I was supposed to, but Tae isn’t waking up.”

Jin chuckled. “Yeah, I could have warned you that he wouldn’t. I’ll take you. It’s on my way anyway.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you late.”

“I’m sure. I’ve got plenty of time before I need to be there, don’t worry.”

~♡~

Jin drove me to the shop. The trip there a lot faster since there wasn’t a lot of traffic this early in the morning. The sun hadn’t even popped over the horizon. On the way, Jin stopped at a cute little café that remained open for 24 hours. He claimed he went there often since it was one of the few places open on his way to work. At his insistence, he bought me breakfast and a coffee.

“You’ll need it. Besides, it’s my job to make sure you eat.”

“I think you just gave yourself that position. I don’t remember hiring you.” I joked, gratefully accepting the meal and drink.

“Self-employed then.” He joked back.

I knew his worry over mine and the other’s health was just Jin’s way of showing he cared. He was considerate to a fault and spent more time focusing on others rather than himself. It was one of the very first things I figured out about him. Not that it was hard to conclude. Hell, his job was all about taking care of others. We pulled up outside the store, the place looking awfully lonely in the darkened streets with only one streetlamp nearby to illuminate it’s front.

“What day will you be making Jimin’s delivery?”

“Wednesday. Why?”

“I’m going to move my schedule around for that evening. If it’s okay with you, I’d like you to come over to my place. I’ll cook and we can enjoy the evening together. Just the two of us.”

I leaned over the center console, being mindful of my cup of coffee as I cupped his cheek. I pulled his face to mine, kissing him softly.

“I’m perfectly okay with that.”

“Good.” He murmured, kissing me this time.

His plump lips covered mine as if our mouths were made for each other. It was no exaggeration saying Jin’s kisses were addicting. I could kiss him for the rest of my life and never get tired of it. They always start out gentle, quickly building in intensity leaving my head in a jumbled mess. This time was no different. His lips moved against mine in intent, tongue snaking out to run across my bottom lip asking for me to open to him. I gladly accepted, sighing in pleasure when our tongues met.

He leaned into me further, tilting his head to deepen the kiss with a groan of his own. With one last stroke of his tongue against mine, he pulled back. His gaze was dark, and lips were swollen making them look all the more enticing.

“You should go before I decide to keep you.”

“I wouldn’t mind.” I admitted, gathering my things.

“Me neither, but we’ve both got places to be and if we keep going, neither of us are getting there.”

He was right. Already, I was reluctant to leave him, but I couldn’t resist teasing him one last time. I leaned over to give him one more kiss, tracing his lip with my own tongue before nipping it once as I pulled away.

“I’ll see you at home handsome.” I whispered against them.

“You minx.” He rumbled as I got out of his car.

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Boyfriend for Hire

BTS Ot7 x Reader

Chapter 42

Hey y'all. This honestly probably should've been split into another chapter, but I didn't think it would fair to make you guys wait that long for a third part 😅.

Once again, 18+ warning. I'm serious. This is dirty dirty. Namseok had me feeling it though.

By the way, I'm curious how many of you guessed this coming. I technically didn't count Jin as the next person when I did the votes, so Namjoon and Hobi together are technically our third and fourth members to join the bang gang 😅

The way Namjoon’s eyes darkened even more had me clenching around nothing. He dipped his head, kissing me hungrily and unthreading my fingers from his shirt. He pulled back too soon, a whine escaping me before I could stop it.

“Hoseok.” He growled at the same time he began stripping.

I was momentarily distracted by the expanse of golden honey skin being exposed in front of me. Namjoon was broad and toned and beautiful. Biceps flexing as he popped the button on his pants, pants that were already tenting with what was sure to be an impressive erection at full mast. Already, my body was responding to him.

“I got it.” Hobi answered, gripping my thighs to slide me down the desk towards him.

He helped me down to stand in front of him before turning me around to bend over his desk. I cast a look over my shoulder but was quickly redirected when Namjoon’s fingers caught my chin.

“You were so beautiful when you were cumming. I want to see it again.”

I shivered under his heavy gaze, my desire quickly skyrocketing again as Hoseok forcibly spread my legs a bit further, hand drifting up my inner thigh to brush my clit. I jerked forward, my hips digging into the edge of the desk as Hobi laid a hand on my lower back to settle me.

“Shh princess. I need you as wet as possible if you’re going to take Joonie.”

Unconsciously, my eyes darted to the man in question’s cock. His pants were undone, but everything was still concealed much to my displeasure. Thinking it would be pertinent to have him undressed before I wasn’t capable of doing it once Hobi got his hands on me, I reached out to help him finish undressing. He let me push his pants and underwear down his legs the best I could leaning over the desk. His cock springing out, making my eyes widen. He was huge. I mean, like maybe I would be biting off more than I could chew trying to take him, but fuck. I wanted to.

His head was swollen, precum already beginning to ooze out of his tip. I licked my lips, wanting to swallow him, but even if he stood flush to the desk I would have difficulty reaching him. A complaint was on the tip of my tongue, at least it was, until Hobi’s fingers sank into my pussy. Instinctively, I clenched around them, my hands gripping onto anything they could reach, one of which grasped Namjoon’s dick, squeezing tightly.

“Fuck.” Namjoon groaned through his teeth.

Hoseok’s fingers started a steady rhythm. Pumping in and out of me without much hindrance thanks to my orgasm from earlier.

“Namjoon’s the only one who could possibly rival Tae in size. If you can take him, you’ll take Taehyung. The poor boy’s desperate for it. Shit, we all are. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamt about fucking you like this.” Hobi growled, his pace getting faster as he guided me towards another orgasm.

“Do you want that baby? Do you want Hobi to fuck you on top of his desk, so he can think about it time and time again when he’s here working?” Namjoon fanned the flames of my desire whispering in my ear.

I nodded desperately, my legs spreading wider for Hoseok. “Yes. Please. Fuck me.”

Hoseok removed his hand, his wet fingers digging into my hips to move me into position.

“I don’t have a condom on hand, but I’ll pull out. If you’re still worried, I’ll even buy you a morning after pill when we’re done here.”

“Don’t worry about it. I have an IUD.”

Hobi groaned and I could almost picture the way he was biting his lip. I didn’t have to imagine for long, one look behind me revealed he was just as affected by my words as I had thought. His eyes were dark, lips parted with his tongue playing in one corner of them.

“In that case, I won’t pull out. I’ll leave you messy for Joonie. It’ll make it easier for him to slide in anyway.”

Fuck, if they all talked like this during sex, I was in trouble. I wasn’t accustomed to dirty talk. None of my previous lovers had even entertained the idea, but with them, I was quickly realizing I had a kink for it. Namjoon pinched one of my nipples, taking advantage of the way my lips opened in a moan to shove two fingers into my mouth. He held my tongue down, leaving me unable to do much more than pant against them as the head of Hoseok’s cock nudged my opening. I felt his hand coast up my spine before gripping the back of my neck.

Hobi’s entry had my knees threatening to buckle beneath me. He slipped in, the feeling of him without a flimsy piece of rubber separating us was addicting already.

I wasn’t entirely sure I could go back to using condoms after this. I didn’t see Hobi’s length, but I could feel it. Just like the other’s he was well-endowed. Sliding perfectly into my waiting walls. A tad thicker than Yoongi, but not quite as long as Jimin. Still enough to graze my g-spot and have me moaning around Namjoon’s fingers which turned into a choke as my saliva pooled in my mouth. I couldn’t swallow with Namjoon holding down my tongue, so it dribbled out of the corner of my mouth and coated his fingers as I whimpered. Whether it was an intelligible plea for him to let me go or for Hobi to keep going was impossible to say.

Finally, Namjoon pulled his fingers out of my mouth at the same time Hoseok fully seated himself inside me. Instead of wiping his hand off, Namjoon used my spit as lubrication as he painted his cock with it. Gripping my hand that still held his dick, he guided it up and down his shaft, the friction lessened with my saliva coupled with his precum.

“How does she feel Hobi?”

“Like heaven.” Hoseok groaned, pulling back to thrust in again with a hard snap of his hips.

“Ah, please.” I whined.

“Please what?” Namjoon growled, forcing my hand to grip him tighter and pump him a little bit faster.

The words were on the tip of my tongue. The explanation of how desperately I needed to cum. How much I needed the two of them to get me there. Namjoon’s hand came up to cradle my cheek, tilting my head up to gaze at him from under my lashes.

“What is it baby girl?”

The nickname had my pussy clenching around Hobi. The squeeze eliciting a curse out of the man’s mouth as he finally began moving the way I needed him to. His hips rammed into me, skin slapping together as his fingers dug into my flesh harder. But I wanted more. Needed more. Everything my body was taking was too much and not enough at the same time. I was waging an internal battle and I couldn’t decide which way I was being pulled. I was utterly overwhelmed both physically and emotionally and tears ran down my cheeks as a result.

“Ah, baby don’t worry. I’ll give you what you need.” He crooned, wiping my tears away and leaning down to kiss me.

Namjoon readily ravaged my mouth. I moaned into the kiss but couldn’t focus on it. Hoseok was pounding into me savagely, my pelvis digging painfully into the edge of the desk, but it was far from unpleasant. His cock speared me, over and over again, his body on top of mine was hot and my juices were running down my thighs. I could hear every plunge, the squelch with every reentry was lewd and loud in the room. Namjoon released me at the same moment Hobi’s hand came around my neck, wrapping around my throat in a light squeeze as he brought me to him, my back to his chest.

I panted, one of my hands reaching behind me to hold onto the one grip he had on my waist. Namjoon rounded the desk quickly, forcing himself between me and the desk. Hoseok’s pace never faltered; his hot breath ghosted across my ear with the effort of his thrusts. Namjoon took advantage of how open this new position left me, head dipping to take a nipple into his mouth much like how Hoseok had when Namjoon had first found us. I buried my fingers in his hair, nails digging into his scalp. I dropped my head backwards onto Hobi’s shoulder, his lips finding that sensitive spot just under my ear.

“Fuck!” my voice was hoarse, so much stimulation at once was making my mind hazy.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” Hoseok panted into my ear. “You look good in my necklaces, but there’s no better collar than my hand around your neck. You’re all mine, princess. I wanna hear you say it.”

Namjoon continued his assault on my breasts. Mouth switching to the other one at the same time his fingers found my clit. He set a fast pace, drawing circles across my bundle of nerves.

“I’m yours Hobi!” I choked on my cries, toes curling as I felt myself being hurtled from that precipice.

“That’s it princess. Cum for me. Cream on my cock.” Hoseok’s voice was harsh, his hips stuttering as my orgasm brought forth his own.

The high that overcame me was so intense, it tore a scream from me that was barely intelligible as his name. Hoseok released my throat to slap a hand over my mouth, muffling my scream.

“Shit.” He swore under his breath as his cock swelled inside me seconds before I could feel the warmth of his seed flood my inner walls.

The feeling of him cumming sent aftershocks through me, throwing me into another, much smaller and less intense orgasm. It didn’t wreck me any less though as I practically collapsed between the two of them. Namjoon caught me effortlessly. My fingers holding onto his forearms weakly as I tried to catch my breath. My legs felt like jello and my head was a jumbled mess. Hobi slid out of me, from the sound of his breathing it didn’t seem like he fared any better than I did.

“Damn and I thought Jin was the only one with a cum fetish, but that has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Hoseok steadied me, spreading my legs further apart as his cum leaked out of me to run down my thighs and drip to the floor. He brushed his fingers along my opening making me whimper at how sensitive I still was.

“I’m sorry princess.” He cooed, kissing any part of my face that wasn’t buried in Namjoon’s chest.

I turned my head to kiss him properly. His tongue caressing my own, and despite my exhaustion, the embers of desire were quickly building again. Hobi pulled back, giving me an affectionate smile.

“You still have someone to take care of. He’s been waiting patiently.”

It took a lot of energy, but I managed to lift my head enough to meet Namjoon’s eyes. His thumb rubbed my jaw, and he kissed my forehead softly.

“You don’t have to baby girl. I know that was a lot.”

I shook my head, gathering my bearings enough to stand on my own two feet before him. I raised my hands to cup his cheeks, pulling his face to mine to kiss him with as much fervor as he had kissed me earlier.

“Let me take care of you Joonie.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

His answering groan sent shivers through me as he connected our lips again. His hands cupped the backs of my thighs, lifting me into his arms as he spun us around to lay me on Hobi’s desk. He leaned back, letting Hoseok take his place over my head as the other man took it upon himself to give me a panty-melting kiss of his own. I felt Namjoon’s fingers glide up my inner thigh, forcing a whine out of me as he gathered Hobi’s seed on them and swirled his fingers over my entrance.

“Hobi did such a good job getting you nice and ready for me baby girl. You better thank him.”

Two of Namjoon’s fingers entered me making me gasp and lose contact with Hoseok’s kiss. Our eyes met, and it wasn’t until that moment that I realized how intimate this was between the three of us. Now that the raw and unbridled lust had somewhat curbed between Hoseok and I, there was an air of vulnerability in its place. An unspoken connection that we all shared. A palpable silence alluding to the amount of trust we had with each other to be in such close proximity like this.

“T-thank you.” I whispered.

That gorgeously bright smile that drew me in in the first place took residence on Hobi’s face. And with it, I could feel another piece of my heart dedicating itself to these men. Namjoon placed my feet on the edge of the desk, pushing my knees further apart and positioning himself between them. He settled the head of his cock against my pussy, gliding between my lips to lather himself in my own slick and what was left of Hoseok’s release.

“Relax for me baby girl.”

I wanted to obey, but fuck it was hard. No pun intended. Every nudge of the head of his cock against my opening sent a wave of anxiety through me. I had never seen a man as big as Namjoon before, let alone fucked one.

“Hoseok.” Namjoon called him again.

Hobi pulled away again briefly to grab something off the floor. It took me half a second to realize it was Namjoon’s tie that he had tossed away while undressing. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching curiously as he approached me.

“I’m going to take your mind off of Namjoon princess.”

He placed the tie over my eyes, knotting it securely behind my head. The lack of vision made my heart pound harder as I stressed my other senses to figure out what was happening. Hobi’s hands coasted from my hair, down my neck, to my breasts. Taking my nipples between his fingers and rolling them roughly. I whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily as Hoseok’s breath brushed over my ear.

“Focus on me Y/N.” he whispered, licking a path from my neck to that spot just under my ear that turned me to jelly beneath him.

Namjoon didn’t touch me apart from keeping my feet planted on the desk. Hoseok’s ministrations the only form of contact my mind was following. My breath came out harshly and my body practically liquefying as Hoseok sucked on my neck almost as hard as Jimin had. In that second, Namjoon saw his opening. My body relaxed and at the same moment, Namjoon surged forward, the head of his cock slipping in with ease along with an extra inch of his shaft. The burn was almost instantaneous.

I gasped, my pussy clenching around the intrusion. As much as it was uncomfortable, I begged for more, my cunt sucking him in further and letting him sink in a couple more inches. The stretch was intense, a strangled cry leaving my lips as I bit my bottom one to keep it at bay. Hobi’s fingers teased it out from between my teeth gently, whispering into my ear.

“None of that princess. Wouldn’t want you biting your pretty lips raw.”

One of Namjoon’s hands released my ankle to lay a hand on my stomach. His breathing was heavy, my ears more in tune with it since I couldn’t see him.

“You’re doing so good baby girl. Taking me so well.” He encouraged me softly.

“So big.” I whined, my body wiggling trying to cope with Namjoon’s invasion. “Too much.”

“You can take me baby girl. Hobi will help.”

My legs trembled as Namjoon lifted my feet off the desk and pushed them towards my chest. Hoseok leaned over me to grasp them behind my knees, holding them up for him. The new angle opened me further, and I could tell by the fullness in my core and Namjoon’s loud groan that he had slid in the rest of the way.

“Ah, fuck.”

I squeezed my eyelids tight behind the blindfold. Liquid fire ran through my veins and despite the pressure I was feeling between my legs, there was an underlying sense of pride knowing I had taken him. Namjoon didn’t move, opting to stand still while I adjusted around him. Hobi laid kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I turned my head as his face got closer, kissing him aggressively since it was the only thing I could do right now.

Hoseok moaned, his hand finding its way around my throat again, but rather than squeezing, he just held it there. Once again, being my anchor in the whirlpool of emotions trying to pull me under. With one leg now free, I wrapped it around Namjoon’s waist. My movement made his presence all the more prominent as he shifted inside me. There was still a burn, but it was a lot more bearable. Namjoon’s hand grabbed the meaty part of my thigh, nails digging into my skin. The bite of pain a delicious reprieve from the ache between my legs.

“Jesus. She’s so fucking tight.” The words sounded like they were forced between his teeth.

I attempted to tilt my hips, the urge to have him move overflowing as pleasure overtook everything again. He hissed, other hand coming down on my abdomen again.

“Namjoon. Move.” I moaned, my lips brushing against Hobi’s as I spoke.

The first thrust damn near sent me into a state of ecstasy, the second one did. Being completely overstuffed with him increased my sensitivity ten-fold, every stroke and drag through my walls sending tingles through me to settle in the pit of my stomach. My toes going numb as my blood circulation made the executive decision to forgo my extremities and provide more supply to my throbbing clit. Namjoon attempted to keep things under control, but his pace quickly deteriorated, thrusts becoming harder and faster the longer he fucked me.

My voice was loud in the otherwise quiet office, sounds being forced out of me in a high-pitched whine every time Joonie would plunge back into me. Hobi’s hand removed the blindfold swiftly before clapping over my mouth again, muffling my noises. I blinked rapidly, the lights above my head seeming too bright after being in the dark for that short while. Namjoon’s hand knocked Hobi’s out of the way, making sure both of my legs were securely wrapped around his hips as he sped up, hands holding onto my waist tightly.

His head fell back, his eyes closing and eyebrows pinching together in concentration as his hair that had once been meticulously slicked back had fallen out of its hold and hung into his eyes. Sweat began to bead on his skin and soft groans left his mouth bewitchingly. Hoseok’s fingers found my nipples again, tweaking them in time with the snap of Namjoon's hips. My body jerked and my words muffled against his palm.

“What was that princess?”

“I’m gonna cum. I can’t- I need more. Please.” I cried.

“Cum on me baby girl. Milk me of everything I can give you.” Namjoon rumbled.

He let go of my hip, fingers finding my clit easily as he fucked me harder. Rubbing against my oversensitive nub deftly as Hobi pinched my nipples. My orgasm drug me under suddenly, my eyes rolling back and body spasming as I choked on my moans. Namjoon’s thrusts grew frantic, body bucking helplessly against mine as he chased his own high before I came out of my mine. His hips stuttered, once, twice before he exploded inside me. Thick ropes of cum coating my walls and dripping out of me as he kept cumming.

“Fuck!” he shouted, hands slamming down on the desk on either side of me as he continued thrusting, riding it out.

The overstimulation was bordering painful again as a weak mewl escaped me. He stopped moving, dropping his head onto my chest that was heaving just as heavily as his was. Post-orgasm haze was a force to reckoned with. Almost instantly, I wanted to fall asleep, my mind slipping into a state of bliss, never wanting to leave the two men who cradled me gently. Namjoon’s hand cupped my cheek, guiding my gaze to his as he looked at me worriedly.

“You alright baby girl?”

“I’m perfect.” I slurred sleepily, nuzzling his hand.

Hoseok chuckled. “You may have broke her Joonie.”

Namjoon grunted, lifting off me. The action had him slide out of me. Even flaccid, the man was hung and I winced with the motion.

“Ouch.” I murmured with the soreness as I tried to move.

“Let me.”

Namjoon’s arms came under me, lifting me off the desk and carrying me to the sofa. He laid us down, me on top of him, head snuggled into his chest as Hoseok pulled his sweatpants back on. He made quick work of cleaning all three of us up, casting a wry smile to his desk.

“It may be safe to say my desk isn’t any better than our dining table at home now.”

Namjoon chuckled, I would have laughed too except I was beyond tired. My eyes quickly shutting despite my best efforts to keep them open. I felt someone drape a blanket over the two of us, most likely Hobi as he caressed my head and placed a soft kiss again my hair.

“So much for talking.” I heard Hobi say a bit sarcastically.

“Let her sleep. We can talk about it when she wakes up.” Namjoon replied.

I wanted to know what they were talking about. My exhaustion wasn’t having it though. My consciousness checked out only seconds after Namjoon spoke with me comfortably situated in his arms.

Chapter 43》

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7 positions | OT7 (18+)

PROLOGUE: THE MOVE-IN

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♡♡♡chapters: *prologue* // one // two // three // four // five // six // seven //♡♡♡

☽series☽

❥ pairing: OT7!BTS X black!reader

❥ genre: roommates AU, university AU, fraternity AU, angst, smut, fluff

❥ summary: After finally finding a cheap enough roommate ad for the university you’ve been attending online, you’re able to transfer to South Korea for in person classes. You did not expect to be rooming with 7 fuckboys...

❥ !!warnings!!: none

❥other warnings: mentions of sex

❥notice: none

❥ word count: 2k

-author’s note: Prologue to 7 positions, hope you enjoy!!!💗

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“OMG-EEEEEEE!!!”

You laugh at your friend’s reaction to seeing you in person for the first time, both of you embracing each other in a tight hug.

“Bitch! You’re even prettier in person, what the hell?!” Machi yells as she looks over you.

“Look at you!” You squeal back, and you both literally give compliments over and over one another.

Machi is your internet friend, now your in real life friend. You met her first semester during a group project for one of your online classes which required you and the other teammates to Skype to communicate. You and Machi hit it off the most, exchanged numbers, and now you two have been friends since. Now that you’re in South Korea and attending in person classes, you’re able to actually see her in full.

“You did not tell me you were taller than me,” you frown at how she is on the thinner side and taller by almost two inches. She was even prettier in person, too, plump lips and soft eyes with wavy hair. Her street style outfit just fit her even more.

“I did! But you did not tell me that these—“ she points to your chest “—were just gonna be walking around with you today.”

You playfully swat her hand away from where she’d been pointing at the visible outline of your nipple piercings through your tight top. “Please, I was on the phone with you when I got them, and you know how excited I was. These bitches gonna be out as much as they can be.”

You both hug it out again, all smiley and happy to have finally interacted with each other in person. Since it’s your first day on the campus, Machi shows you a little bit around the area during lunch time, even taking you to the cafeteria. You both sit down and “catch up”—though there isn’t really anything to catch up on when you both texted every single day—and enjoy some food. Machi doesn’t fail to ask about your new roommate.

“How is that going? Kim Namjoon is like the smartest motherfucker in the school. Must be nice to room with a nerd.”

You freeze. You had forgotten to tell her.

After landing safely, getting your ID done, and making it to the complex you had applied to room in, things did not go as planned. You’d asked Machi about the man behind the ad, who’d sent you his university ID to prove that he went here to which you then sent the photo to your best friend asking for deets, and turns out she was right about him being very smart. He’d even sent you his grade transcript from first semester for further proof, which was filled with nothing but outstanding numbers.

However, Machi failed to give you information on his other position. Namjoon was leading a whole fraternity called BTS, to which you’d met all of the members on Friday during your move-in and have interacted with over the weekend. Having a half naked Taehyung open the door was not what you expected, neither was the apartment to be filled with five other men, plus Namjoon. Namjoon was only supposed to be your roommate, but he’d left out the part about the other guys living there as well on the ad. You weren’t too pissed, considering the fact the apartment was huge and you had your own room. It was like a regular dorm anyways; Strangers would be rooming with strangers. Except, you’re the only new stranger to them.

They were cool to say the least. Despite them all looking like they’d walked straight out of heaven and hell, they treated you as equal and welcomed you into their arms. They would have had to anyways. Namjoon explained how he’d put the ad up because the Dean was on his ass about the extra empty room in their apartment. They did not want to be forced to accept someone they didn’t agree on so Namjoon took it upon himself, accepting you since you answered so quickly. You didn’t care much. You were finally able to find an apartment that wasn’t expensive and allowed you to attend classes on campus instead of online. So far, the boys hadn’t given you any reason to not trust them.

You spill all of this to Machi.

“You’re rooming with all of them?!” She exclaims, eyes widening and her mouth parting with food still in it. You didn’t mind her being loud since the cafeteria was bustling with so many other university students rushing to get lunch.

“Yep. And I’m not telling my parents either,” you shrug as you eat some of the meat on your tray. “I can already hear them calling me irresponsible and how I can’t handle myself alone out here. They were already scared when finding out I was rooming with a guy. Imagine seven of them.”

“Girl...” Machi shakes her head. “You might wanna tell your parents to send you a damn ticket back cause them... all seven of them... living under the same roof as you... I can’t imagine how your semester is about to be.”

You frown. “What do you mean?”

“________... We’re talking about BTS, right? Fraternity group?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Yeah, you’re in trouble,” Machi simply states with a shrug herself as she takes another bite of her food.

You laugh, because you really don’t know what she’s getting at. You’ve spent Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and some of this morning with them. The only weird thing they’d done so far was stare at you when you came down for breakfast today and was dressed no where near as comfortable as you did over the weekend. They didn’t say anything about your revealing outfit, so it wasn’t a problem.

“Machiiiiii,” you whine while shaking her shoulders. It was nice to already be on such a level with her since you feel like you’ve known her forever. “Explain.”

“Okay, okay,” she starts. “First off, like I said, you might wanna be calling your parents. BTS... and that other damn fraternity with the muscle pig motherfuckers are trouble as fuck. And by trouble I mean your kitty’s in trouble cause they gonna fuck whoever they see. I know BTS has fucked with most of the girl population on campus. At least 80%... and that’s a lot of bitches. Including me.”

“Wait... so you’re saying they’re like... fuckboys? And you fucked one of them?”

“They literally look like fuck boys,” Machi rolls her eyes. “And yes, I did. Hoseok, last semester. I’m telling you... you’re not safe. Especially with being in the same building as them. I know you can never get sleep.”

You frown again at that. You didn’t care about your best friend fucking one of your new roommates, but as of the three days you’ve been with them, they seem quite reserved. And you didn’t see any random girl in the apartment not once.

Of course you thought they were handsome as hell, but you didn’t want to label them as casanovas. You’re not the slightest bit surprised that they actually are.

“I mean, they haven’t tried anything on me and are very sweet. They compliment me on my korean, too,” you admit. “I don’t know, they might just be giving good fake first impressions?”

“Nope. They’re all actually very sweet,” Machi agrees. “Unless you’re that other group. They sure know how to do a whole switcharoo and get in your pants though, if you’re not already begging to be with them. You’ll never see it coming.”

“Noted,” you sigh. You hope that you will not run into any problems with them or even sleep with them. But you were not the oh so innocent type either. You liked a good fuck. Curious, you find yourself asking, “They must be good then?”

Machi gives you an ‘are you serious’ look. “That shouldn’t even be a question. They are good. Bitches be lining up for them, ________ , following them around campus and everything. And then they’re all different, too, and have their own strong points, if that’s what you want to call it. I’ve only been with Hoseok, so I can verify his rumors. Like everyone says, he’s all, ya know, giddy and smiley and the friendliest and shit, but in bed... disrespectful. He will fuck you like you’re trash. The youngest ones, Jungkook and Taehyung, apparently do a lot of threesomes together. I’m talking about just tag teaming bitches. I’ve heard that Namjoon, Seokjin, and Taehyung have the biggest dicks, but I don’t actually know if it’s true. Pretty sure it is with how so many people say it. Jimin is also disrespectful and such a tease. I almost fucked him a while ago, too. I’ve heard Yoongi gives the best head but not everyone believes it, because only his ex said it. He doesn’t give head to randoms so no one can really prove that yet.”

After Machi finishes giving you this newfound information, you’re still processing everything. Threesomes...? Big dicks...? Well, yeah, Namjoon is especially built big as fuck, so you wouldn’t put it by him, but how big are they talking? An average 6 inches and skinny or a damn third leg? You wanted to know... or find out, even.

“Well, that definitely did not scare me,” you breathe out awkwardly.

“Oh, you should be scared. Not only of them but of all these crazy bitches here,” Machi whispers, and you can’t help but giggle at how secretive she’s trying to be about them. “Cause once they find out that you’re not getting kicked out every night like them, they will probably hate crime your ass.”

“Nawt hate crimeeee,” you joke, and you and Machi laugh though it probably should be taken seriously. You are a foreigner after all. “But, nope, I’m not scared of anybody, especially dick hungry girls... They can have all seven of them. I’m only staying with them cause I needed the cheap rent.”

“You’re saying that now, but let one of them slip past,” your best friend puckers her lips. “They’re all gonna follow in suite, and then you’re gonna have fucked all of them before you know it.”

You roll your eyes.

“Yeah, right,” you scoff and then change the subject, not wanting to hear anymore about your new roommates. “After lunch can we walk around some more? I want to try some more Korean food places so I can compare them to the Americanized shit.”

“I gotchu, girl.”

The rest of your first day on campus went well. You got quite a lot of stares and even guys trying to ask you out, but you were still exhausted from everything happening to you all at once. You did not feel like talking or making new friends and just wanted to go back to your new dorm apartment.

When you entered, it was empty. The others probably had classes that ran later than yours. You would have stayed awake to greet them back, but you were tired, so your bed found you first after you showered.

You did not expect to sleep til one in the morning, but you guess everything has really taken a toll on you. You were in a different country by yourself, besides Machi. No wonder. You were deciding on if you should go and get some food, because your stomach was grumbling since you didn’t eat dinner. However, you stop in your tracks at the sound of movement and loud noises.

That is definitely the sound of a headboard hitting the wall and moans. Hoseok, Jimin, Namjoon, and Jin were the ones on the top floor with you. The noise was kind of loud, but you didn’t know which room it would be coming from. And you didn’t want to find out.

So instead you get back in bed and lie down, trying to get the noises out of your head. That was definitely moaning... Machi was right? It did sound like one of them was fucking someone up... Whoever the girl was was practically screaming...

“Ohh...kay...” you murmur to yourself and fold yourself under your blankets. You’d just met the guys so it was kind of weird to hear one of them beating the daylights out of someone you might’ve seen on campus today.

Machi’s words float around in your mind as you try to find rest. You get a feeling that you maybe should have taken what she said seriously...

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Boyfriend for Hire

BTS Ot7 x Reader

Chapter 35

A much needed fluffy chapter to dispel a bit of the heaviness lately. Enjoy 🥰

“No, wrap it this way.” I laughed.

I laid my hands over Jungkook’s showing him how to wrap the yarn around the crochet hook. The man had insisted since we had the time, I should show him how to make some of the blankets I would be sending to Jimin later. And while gift baskets had been a piece of cake for him, the poor guy was struggling to keep his hands where they needed to be while crocheting.

“Loop it around your pinky like this and then over your index finger. Make sure you’re not too loose.”

I watched as he carefully wrapped the strand around his hook and slowly pulled it through the holes, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. His long hair fell into his face, and I wondered how he was even able to see anything he was working on. I brushed a few strands behind his ear, Jungkook not even fazed by the action as he focused on what he was doing. The movie had ended hours ago, most of the boys had holed themselves up somewhere. Jin had gotten a call from the hospital saying there was an emergency surgery. He apologized profusely, to which I had simply told him it wasn’t a problem. He was a busy man. Very in demand from what I had heard from Jimin, and I couldn’t fault him for a job where he saved lives.

Namjoon had stepped out too. Said he needed to handle a few things at the office, and he would be back. Yoongi elected to make a late lunch/early dinner, so he was slaving away in the kitchen. Jimin was fast asleep on the couch next to us. I wondered if we should wake him, but Jungkook had told me that he had been putting in a lot of overtime at the hospital the last couple of weeks and probably needed the extra sleep. I even felt bad about it because that meant he had taken time out of his already packed schedule to spend that evening with me.

Taehyung was perched right next to Jungkook. Splitting his attention between what I was showing Jungkook and the television that was currently playing some rerun of a popular K-drama.

Hoseok had quickly swiped me from Jimin once the man was out cold. I was currently settled between his legs, his hands running through my hair, braiding pieces of it on occasion. I was quickly learning that physical touch was their love language. Maybe some of them fell into another category, but even if that’s the case, physical touch was high on their list. It seemed any time one of them came within arm’s reach of me they would touch me. Whether a brush on my arm, a pat on the head, or leaving chaste kisses on any piece of skin they could. Being so deprived of such affection for so long, I was basking in it.

Hobi’s ministrations paused long enough to wrap his arms around my waist to pull me further into his lap as I moved to scoot a bit closer to watch over Jungkook.

“Stay.” He commanded, going back to my hair.

“Yes sir.” I giggled, opting to lean towards Jungkook instead.

After I fixed the pattern he was working on again, I leaned back into Hoseok. I could easily take a nap myself with how relaxed I was at the moment.

“You should come by the studio next weekend. I’m hosting a class for the younger students, and I think it would be a good chance for you to come watch and take a break with everything that’s been going on lately.”

“If you don’t mind, I’d love to.”

I tilted my head up to look at him. His smile already making me glad I had accepted as he kissed my temple.

“Good. Now lift up again, I’m almost done with your hair.”

I turned my attention to the tv, shifting enough to stretch my legs out behind Jungkook. Taehyung quickly took an ankle, moving himself so my feet rested in his lap. He began rubbing my feet, digging his fingers into my soles making me let out happy sighs. Oh yeah. The pampering was definitely something I could get used to. The door opening had all of us checking to see who was here just as Namjoon rounded the corner of the entryway.

“Welcome home.” Taehyung and I said at the same time.

“Jinx!” I yelled before he could, his narrowed eyes making me smile triumphantly.

“I’m home.” Namjoon chuckled, ruffling my hair and then Tae’s as he passed.

“Yah! I was almost done!” Hobi scolded him, running his fingers through it aggressively, hoping to salvage it.

“Dinner is done. Someone come help me set the table. Namjoon, call Jin and see if he’ll be back in time for dinner or if I need to pack his up.”

Namjoon nodded, continuing his way through the living area to the hallway as Taehyung jumped up to go help Yoongi.

“Y/N. What happened?” Jungkook whined turning his tangled mass of fingers and yarn to me for help.

His bottom lip poked out just the tiniest bit, eyebrows scrunched together as if he had no idea how this situation happened. Hoseok and I both laughed as I reached out to help him fix it.

“I think you may be better suited to tie blankets rather than crochet.”

He shook his head frantically as I freed his fingers.

“No no. I’ll get it. I just need to keep practicing.”

I undid the series of knots he somehow managed to do before setting aside his project and patting his back.

“Alright we’ll keep practicing, but for now, we should eat.”

Jungkook and Hobi stood, making their way towards the dining room as I made a pit stop at the sleeping fairy still lost in slumber.

“Jimin.” I called to him, kneeling next to his head.

He faced me, one cheek smooshed against the arm of the couch as his silvery blonde locks fanned out across his forehead. His lips were pushed out, looking invitingly plump and I couldn’t help but poke them.

“Jimin. Yoongi made dinner.”

He didn’t move. Breathing still deep and even. He must have been exhausted and I wanted nothing more than to let him keep sleeping, but he really should eat something. Maybe after that I can convince him to go back to bed in his room. I shuffled a bit closer, kissing his adorable nose before moving to his lips. I pecked them once, twice, finally getting some kind of reaction as he groaned.

“Time to wake up handsome.” I murmured, feeling my heart skip beats as he tiredly blinked open his eyes.

“Y/N?”

“Time for dinner.”

“Do we have to?”

His eyes closed again, only peeking open when I started laughing.

“Yes, we have to. Let’s eat and then you can go back to bed.”

I stood, planning on heading to the dining area since he was awake now, but Jimin caught my wrist before I made it too far. Sitting up and stretching his limbs that had been cramped in the same position for the last two and a half hours.

“Will you sleep with me tonight?”

I lifted an eyebrow, searching for the underlying innuendo. Jimin waited for my answer, a smirk slipping past when he realized what he just said.

“I mean just sleeping. Unless you want to do other things of course.”

“Yes, Jimin. I’ll sleep with you. As long as you get up and come to dinner.” I bargained returning his smile.

“Okay, just one more thing.” He stopped me again as I tried to lure us in that direction where I could hear everyone starting to converse.

Jimin stood, cupping my cheeks and laying the most tender kiss on my lips. It only lasted a few seconds before he was pulling away and taking my hand.

“I’ll only accept you waking me up with kisses from now on.”

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long way home 10 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.5k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers

rating: pg

warnings: they're just disgustingly sweet in this one i wanna cry, they talk about period?

summary: the one where you're reminded why you love jungkook so much.

a/n: this left me craving for some chocolate cake 🥴

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"Jungkook," you whine.

"Y/n."

Your chest heavily rises up and down, partly because you've been quarreling with Jungkook for a good ten minutes and partly because the whiff you get from Jungkook's laundry detergent - because he's hovering over you - makes you dizzy in the head.

"Please?" you try again, looking at him with innocent eyes.

"Give me the remote."

"No."

"Y/n." The demanding cadency of his voice sends little shivers down your spine. You slide further down the couch till you're fully laying on your back. Both arms still behind your back to hide the remote from him.

"I don't wanna watch an action movie," you sulk.

"And I don't wanna watch a sappy k-drama."

"We won't be watching a sappy k-drama."

He rolls his eyes, followed by a groan right after. "All k-dramas are sappy."

"They're not!"

"Baby, please," he says. Jungkook nuzzles his head between your shoulder and neck. His arms are caging your head between them.

"But it's my birthday." You let both your arms come out from behind your back, the remote still uncomfortably laying between your spine and the couch. Your fingers naturally comb through his fluffy dark hair.

"Technically, it was yesterday." His mumbling against your neck has you biting your lip for a moment. His hands find your waist and you feel his fingers slowly trying to reach under your back.

You bend your leg and kick him on his tummy with your knee. "Don't you fucking dare," you snap, hands wrapped around his wrists to stop him.

Raising his head from your neck he looks down at you with a glower.

"Don't look at me like that," you huff. "I wanna watch Vincenzo. And it won't be sappy at all! It's about mafia and...well, I don't know much about it except that Song Joong-ki plays the lead role. You'll probably end up liking it too." You can't stop yourself from reaching for Jungkook's mouth and thumbing his bottom lip. You play with his lip piercing for a couple of seconds, staring at with fascination like you've never seen it before.

Jungkook sighs. "Fine."

You smile at your win. Jungkook pushes himself off the couch. Just when you're sitting up too and type the name of the drama into the TV, Nabi suddenly starts wailing in the nursery room.

Jungkook gets up without a word. Before he enters her nursery you hear him say, "Did my little butterfly wake up, hm?"

He walks out with Nabi hugging his side a few seconds later. "It's dinner time for miss Nabi now," Jungkook announces a he walks past you with Nabi, who has crocodile tears running down her chubby cheeks and little sniffles escaping her lips.

You grow soft for a second before you jump up and follow them to the kitchen.

"I'm hungry too," you say.

With still a pout visible on her lips, Nabi stretches her arms out for you.

A smile appears on your face and you take her in your arms. Now that Jungkook has his hands free, he opens a cabinet and pulls out a glass jar of baby food.

"But we just had burgers?" Jungkook replies confused.

It has probably been only two hours since you've had burgers at that new place that Jungkook was so excited to try out.

"I know. I'm just craving some chocolate right now." You open up the drawer where he stores all of his snacks inside.

"I dunno if I have any left," Jungkook mumbles, too occupied with preparing Nabi's food.

"Oh, what's that?" you ask as something that has chocolate on the package peaks your interest. But as you bring it closer to study it you realise that it's mint chocolate. You scrunch up your nose. "Ew." You put it back into the drawer. "Can you believe that your dada eats something like that, Nabi? He's so weird, isn't he?"

"People who dislike mint chocolate are the weird ones."

"Jungkook, you need to go grocery shopping. Your snacks are very disappointing. There's no chocolate." You close the drawer with a huff.

"I had planned to go grocery shopping tomorrow," he tells you. "Why are you so keen to eat chocolate now anyway?"

"Got my period today," you mutter as you walk past him to get to the refrigerator.

"What?" Jungkook turns to you, eyes big. "Are you okay?"

You nod, opening the refrigerator door to scan the food inside.

"Really? I can get you some pain killers? A heat pad? Want me to go the the convenience store real quick and get you some chocolate?"

His caringness coaxes a smile on your lips. "No need to. I'm actually doing fine this time around." No cramps, no aching back, no sensitive boobs. The only symptom you're suffering from is your craving for chocolate.

"No cramps?" he inquires.

"Uh-huh."

There's still concern lingering in Jungkook's eyes when you take a quick look at him. "I can make some popcorn if you'd like."

"Sounds good."

Nabi plays with your hair while you continue to examine the contents of the refrigerator.

You gasp when your eyes land on a piece of cake. "The cake!" you exclaim, your greedy hand immediately reaching for it.

"Right. I totally forgot about it."

The waitress mistook Jungkook and you for a couple and gave the both of you a piece of a chocolate cake to share. You both were too full to even have a bite, so Jungkook asked to get it boxed up. This wasn't the first time someone had misjudged Jungkook and you for a couple, but it was still awkward.

You sit down the kitchen table with your cake and a fork.

It doesn't need much longer till Nabi's food is ready. You feed her while eating too and Jungkook is busy making popcorn.

"You know, your life would be much easier with a microwave," you observe as you watch Jungkook standing in front of the closed pot with the popcorn inside.

"Microwaves are harmful."

"But imagine how fast it could heat up your food?"

"I'm not getting one."

"You could save so much time not having to put Nabi's food in a water bath every time."

"I can wait 5 minutes."

"But can Nabi?"

"Nabi isn't a glutton. She can wait."

"Wouldn't agree with that," you say as you watch Nabi dip her fingers into the glass jar.

Jungkook turns around. You can see the exact moment when crease between his eyebrows vanishes and a faint smile tugs on his lips as he takes in the sight of Nabi messily trying to eat more of her food.

He walks toward her, probably wanting to help to clean her up, but then he hears it pop on the stove and immediately spins around.

"Please don't burn the kitchen down." You take a few tissues from the table and wipe Nabi's tiny fingers clean with it.

"I've got this!" A few seconds pass before Jungkook says, "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah." You give Nabi a spoonful of food before you let yourself eat some of the cake.

"What's going on between Jimin and you?" He looks over his shoulder, a solemn expression on his face.

"We're friends," you shrug. You knew he was going to mention Jimin at one point. You weren't exactly sure when though.

"Friends?"

"Yes, friends. Why?"

Now he's the one that shrugs. "Just asking. Didn't look like friends to me yesterday, that's all."

Well, that's because he didn't know what had happened before, but you don't feel like explaining either. You also don't feel like telling him that you made out with Jimin again yesterday night. Maybe some other time.

"He is nice though. I don't get why you don't like him."

"I do like him. When have I ever said that I don't?"

"I can tell when you don't like someone."

"I don't have anything against him," he presses.

"Okay, if you say so." You don't want to argue with him so you change the topic. "Hey, do you still have the party hat that you put on Nabi yesterday?" you ask.

"Yeah, why?"

"Wanna take a picture with Nabi wearing it and send it to my mum."

"Sure, I'll give it to you later."

Once the popcorn is done you three are back in the living room, watching the k-drama that you had picked out for the night. Nabi is laying on Jungkook's chest with her back and a pacifier in her mouth. You've got your leg thrown over his lap, hugging his arm and resting your head on his shoulder. You love to cuddle with them, it feels safe and comforting.

"You sure you're okay?" Jungkook's hands moves to your tummy, patting it gently.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

"Good," he says, but doesn't stop to softly rub his hand at the place just beneath your tummy.

Jungkook only leans back satisfied after he gives Nabi and you a kiss on the temple.

You smile, snuggling closer to him.

This, you think. This is what love feels like.

Horny.

Idk it's just me and my gay ass crawling like a hoe for sum good BTS smut 🤞🏽😝