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one of the oldest things i saved from bts and one of the BEST?????? REALLY????? it’s so good!!!!
bloom iii
filed under: hobi fic was due
notes: you’ve always had a crush on hobi and he’s always handled that gently. what he can’t handle is you now, nine years later.
warnings: oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk (i guess)
part i // part ii // part iii
you honestly couldn’t believe it. in all the years you had known seulgi you had never heard her go speechless before. you almost thought your phone was broken. but then you hear a crackling kind of sound like she choked on her saliva, so you go back to packing. “seulgi? babe?”
“i’m here,” she croaks, passing the phone into the other hand. “i just. it’s weird i spaced out and imagined that you said you and hoseok confessed to masturbating to each other and then you just got out of his car and pretended that nothing ever happened.”
“that was real.”
“no,” she says. “no, it can’t be real. because if it was real then i’d have to put my bra back on, come over there and kick your ass.”
you laugh. “if i were you i’d be quick about it, i’ll be back at uni by this time tomorrow.”
“wait what?” she screeches. “wait, a minute! slow down! hold up!”
“i’ve stopped talking-”
“are you seriously telling me, that not only did you do nothing about this hoseok situation even though he was practically offering you his body in your driveway, but now you’re running away back to school like you did five years ago? you know what, don’t answer that, where’s my bra-”
“look, i was never gonna fuck hobi. or, more accurately, he was never gonna fuck me,” you sigh, because you can hear her clamouring out of bed. “with all the history, his track record, namjoon…it’s just not realistic. but just knowing that he’s thought about it is enough for me, honestly.”
“maybe for you but not me!”
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Part 3 (of 3) is now up on AO3! (Rating: Explicit. Word count: 8.9k)
series: sex and violence, one is just the other
The memory surfaced unexpectedly. She was laughing in a sunlit room. This room, and this bed, with the sheets rumpled and well-used. Enver was stretched out across them, naked. Beautiful. He was lounging on pillows, ever the spoiled lord, but his arms stretched above his head, bound by a length of black silk that was tied somewhere near the headboard. His jaw was clenched, but he looked at her with a haze of lust and longing in his eyes. Her pale hand held a dagger, one of his many gifts, too delicate to be much use in most of her work. But it was perfect for today. She slowly licked the blade and tasted the salt and iron of his blood while he watched every movement of her mouth. “Darling Enver,” she mocked. “Is this worth it, to be able to call me yours? Do you have the pet Bhaalspawn you’ve always desired?”