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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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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.”

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Boyfriend for hire - @remedyx

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

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

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

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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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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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ONESHOTS

My favs :

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.

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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