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this one shot keeps me up at night. it fills every thought i have, and i hold 0 shame over it.

pack alpha seokjin?? yes please, i’ll take your entire stock. omega taehyung AND omega jimin? open up bitch, this is a robbery.

the way this is written? the way they write a/b/o in general? your honour… i may be in love.

Alpha Goes First (KSJ)

(Seokjin x Reader) (Omegaverse au!) (Poly au!)

Summary: Each pack has its own set of traditions and standards and as the newest omega in bangtan’s pack- you have more than a few things to learn. things come to a head when the youngest alpha tries to breed you before your pack alpha does. Seokjin doesn’t like that one bit.

Pairings: Pack Alpha! Seokjin x Omega! Reader, Implied OT7 x Reader, Brief alpha! Jungkook x Reader, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! yoongi, Beta! hoseok, Omega! Taehyung, Pack Omega! Jimin

Tags: referenced unwanted arranged marriage, omega mistreatment, allusions to emotional and physical abuse, blood, licking of blood, possessive behavior, kinda yandere! Seokjin, explicit sexual content, panty sniffing, panty stuffing, exhibitionism, voyeurism, Seokjin and the reader have sex and everyone watches and fools around in the background, Oral sex ( m + F receiving), brief bondage, a bit of humiliation, clit slapping, cock slapping, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, inflation kink, dacryphillia, squirting, hair pulling, dirty talk, mentions of male omegas producing slick, brief m x m content, 

W/c: 20.5k

A/n: me and filthy smut? possessive seokjin? need i say more. this was only originally supposed to be 12k so how???? there is significant poly content in this- so be mindful, though i only tagged seokjin x reader because he’s the only one that fucks her in this! this is sort of a birthday present for jin too- and it took me a lot of time so make sure you give it a lot of love! 

Coming to a new pack isn’t easy; the customs are always different- no matter where you go. Each pack has a different system of settling disputes, of mating, each one unique. But you’d never thought you’d get to settle in one like this. One that you’d grow to love so much that your body burned with it.

Your hands press at the mating marks on your neck, you can scarcely believe it. That someone has loved you enough to mark you this way. That anyone would. You didn’t think you’d ever end up with an alpha- let alone a full pack. four alphas, two other omegas, and one beta.

The fact that you’re really considered a member of their pack and not just a plaything is another hurdle in itself. The pack you’d grown up in hadn’t viewed omegas as much more than chattel, and the pack they’d sold you to viewed you as even less. To them omegas where just pretty pets that were good for little more than a fuck at best or an annoyance that needed a harsh hand at worst.

That was the exact opposite of Kim Seokjin’s pack.

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i’m in love with how they love.

i love how mc and tae are just girls in love, trying their best in the shitty world around them. mc is chaotic and feral, especially when it comes to her pack and i LOVE it.

i love the overall pack dynamics when they get home. i love how they care for one another, i love how they tease one another.

in short? i’m so glad i’m pan. i’m so glad that li takes time out of their life to write this story. i’m so glad this story exists.

i won’t be shutting up about this for days. i will be having gay thoughts for weeks. that is all.

Before I Leave You (Pt.31)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Taehyung thinks that girl dates are better than regular ones, but she could just be biased because it’s a date with you.

Pairings: Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin, Beta! Yoongi,

Tags: wlw, lesbian love story, fluff, first kisses, mild sexual content, hurt/comfort, brief nudity, best friends to lovers, gender euphoria, trans! Taehyung, referenced passed eating disorders, body dysmorphia, gender dysphoria, transphobia, misgendering,  transgender slurs, discussions on femininity, brief violence warning, 

W/c: 11.6k

A/n: this is for the lesbians <3 i hope that everyone whose never had a happy shopping experience can dream of themselves in this slice of heaven with tae and the m/c <3 i think in many ways, their love is so innocent and genuine. they really are best friends~

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Tae doesn’t realize that this outing is more for her than for you until you’re deep within the confines of the store.

It’s extensive; endless isle of pretty pastels and cotton fabrics that promise sweetness with every stitch. It’s a good thing that Tae is well used to ignoring the constant wound of her gender and ignoring what she wants even when it’s right in front of her face. Otherwise she might let her overactive heart and imaginative mind get the better of her. 

Tae feels hot, and vaguely itchy, the unpleasant smell of too many people and industrial strength detergent hovers heavy on the air.

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loving it so far! y/n just can’t catch a break, even from the supernatural sense. can’t wait for more

GHOST BUSTERS

FratBoys! BTS x Comatose! Reader

Main mlist. Previous chapter.

Synopsis

You get into a freak accident and wake up to your body surrounded by seven crying men. Or your unrequited love doesn’t seem so unrequited after all.

Chapter warnings

Angst, Cussing, Hospitals, Supernatural

Chapter Rating: T (For Teen Audiences and Up)

Chapter 2: The Girl in the Rafters

A/N. Italics for flashbacks and whispers.

At merely four years old, death came knocking at your doorstep.

You can still vaguely recall the white mesh, a sort of heavy sensation fluttering over you as soon as you closed your eyes, like a weighted blanket but instead of comforting your anxiety, pulling you in deeper through an unfamiliar ensconce of mist and river.

The healer said your soul was floating in between the wakeful consciousness of reality and the spirit world.

Anyone would have scoffed and relegated the wise old woman's mutterings to that of a lunatic, but not you.

You who were there.

You who were saved by seven men in white.

You who nearly drowned by invisible hands clawing at your shoulders, your back, your neck, all to take you to the depths of wherever.

You never wanted to relive that moment. For all it's mysticism, it rendered you bedridden, immobile and not living for a whole month at the least.

Your parents were nearly devastated.

They were frightened.

You were frightened.

So after you woke, the healer had advised you to leave that old, wretched place.

That house built upon slippery river stones and dried up bodies of soldiers long forgotten from the war.

A river of blood. Of suffering. Of ghosts.

Being religious people, your parents heeded the warning, packed what little things you had, and left.

To this day, you have never set foot in that house ever again and you don't dare to.

However, that was only the beginning of a traumatic experience in your young life.

Once your family was settled in a small one bedroom apartment (it was only much later when you were able to have a glimpse, a taste of the finer things that money could buy) in the uppermost story of your uncle's house by the dirtiest river you've ever seen, the hauntings continued for awhile.

There was a depression in your soul, something you could not pinpoint. Not even the doctors could determine what was going on with you.

Perhaps it was the river spirits out to get you once more.

Or maybe not.

And then one drunken evening, your older cousin (the son of your uncle) smashes your mother's face with his fucking fist after a brief argument, and in a furious move, you up and leave that fucking hellhole into a much quieter, much nicer suburban area just outside of town.

It may have been for the good of things, as the hauntings vanished. Your declining health stopped waning like the moon high in the sky on eerie nights, and you were happier.

Or happier as an only child with no friends could ever be.

That's when things changed.

You wouldn't know if it was for the better or worse, but perhaps a fated meeting was set in stone somewhere faraway, somewhere you didn't know where to look, that seven boys would barge into your peaceful mornings, all boisterous and loud.

You didn't get along with them at first.

They were Mr. Bang's local troublemakers.

Seven children who weren't related by blood but were bound by an invisible, unbreakable, impenetrable bond.

And that was the thing.

They didn't just let anybody who was nobody in.

Until you tripped on a rock on the side of the road in front of their stupidly grandiose gates, skinning your knees in your open sundress and righting yourself only to trip once more, this time hitting your forehead with a hard thump.

You didn't know whether to laugh at yourself or cry in disbelief when three boys around your age came rushing to help you up, two more dusting you off, while another two grabbed your hand and gently led you into the loveliest house you ever laid eyes on.

And when you could only offer a shy gap toothed smile, that cemented you in their lives and themselves in yours.

Floating in this void abyss, you wonder where they are now. Were they even missing you?

You groan as your head aches, the pain too much to bear, your thoughts becoming a jumbled haze.

Who were you thinking about again?

Without much difficulty, as if gravity didn't exist in this time and space continuum, you tumble seamlessly and land on your feet over a soft patch of what seemed to be your shadow.

Wake up, child.

Startled, your eyes flit to...somewhere because everything was black and empty.

They're waiting for you.

Who?

The question bubbles from the tip of your tongue.

No further answers are given as you are enveloped in a blinding light and thrust into the rafters of an all too familiar room, clean white walls, equally clean white ceilings, and the sounds of a heart monitor mixed with sniffles enter your ears like a harmonious cacophony of whimpers and sadness.

Suddenly, knuckles pop and you shrink in response to a vase toppling over and breaking, flowers all over the floor as water pools beneath someone's feet.

They don't bother cleaning it up, only dodging the mess.

Someone will come in to fix it later anyway.

There is a shuffle of movement and you realize with a heavy thump of your ghostly veins that you knew-- memorized the planes of that broad back, or the pale skin on that man, or those dimpled lips, or that forlorn glance hidden beneath curled waves.

Footsteps crash through the somber atmosphere and with a start, you recognize the three men practically panting to catch their breaths before one of them collapses onto his knees, snarling as his fearful gaze darts to the person on the bed.

Oh, that was you.

That was you wrapped in a lump of antiseptic, bandages and a white blanket.

And they were...

The broad shouldered man turns, eyes lidded and coarse and with soft touches leads the broken man on the floor next to you, the other two following almost robotically.

"Hyung what--" The tearful one croaks, and your heart squeezes for him for some reason. He looked like a hurt rabbit.

The palest man frowns, eyes never straying from your prone form, as if analyzing beats on a MIDI but couldn't quite get the desired placement. "She's just sleeping."

A hand pats his shoulder, a head shakes, before the tallest of them bleats, voice a deep dulcet tone and you close your eyes for a moment, savoring his soothing bass with a hum. "She..." A swallow. "YN's...she's not going to wake up anytime soon."

You echo their frowns.

Wake up? Why would you wake up? You were dead...right?

Eyes stray to the fallen daffodils on the cold tiles of the hospital room, each pair glistening over with what you could only determine as grief.

Why were they crying over you?

Why does your heart hurt seeing them like this?

You try to float over to them, to console their aching souls, and when you reach the first one, you skim your finger tips over his cat like features, as if to say "don't be sad".

"I'm here. Always." You whisper tentatively wondering if they can hear you at this point.

There isn't much of a reaction so you sigh.

Not thinking too much of it, you peck this one's cheek, pouring everything you have into that single touch.

"YN?!"

You jolt out of the man's way when he tries to reach for you, pupils wild in abject shock and anguish.

He can see you?

The others around him hold him in fear of what he might do to himself, thinking that he had gone beyond the bend with his torment.

"Yoongi-hyung!"

"Yoongi!"

You take a step back, memories flooding your subconscious or what's left of it anyway. "Y-Yoongi?" You whisper, tearing up. "What am I-- How can you---" You shake your head, just as the older man grabs your wrist and you involuntarily clench your eyes with a small whimper.

Yoongi doesn't let go, doesn't mind the others very concerned warnings, and pulls you to his chest as if you were a living bag of flesh and bones. "Baby, please come back."

You sniffle into his toned chest as he cries, struggling against several arms holding him back form something they couldn't fucking see. "I'm here. But I don't know how, Yoongi." You stare up at him. "I want to come home to you all. "

Yoongi sobs, kissing your forehead, your hair, your nose, "It's okay, princess. We'll figure this out. Just please, stay with me, okay?"

"Hyung..." Someone jostles him but Yoongi in his slightly distraught state lowly growls and the footsteps back away an inch.

"She's here. You can't see her, but she's here. In my arms right now. "

Hesitant, as if any sudden movements left would startle the older man like one would a feral cat, the tallest one(Namjoon, you think), slowly licks his dry lips (dehydrated from all the crying he did earlier), and croaks. "Okay, hyung. Okay, we will believe you. " He directs his stare to the space between his hyung's arms (because if it weren't a drastic situation, the pose would have been one for a comedic meme).

The rest shuffle warily, staring right at you but also unseeing and you scrunch your red nose.

Yoongi can't help but kiss it again and you bury your face in his armpit, earning a sultry laugh from the man.

God you missed him. His laugh. His smell. Everything.

Although bits and pieces were still coming to you, you know that these seven men were your entire fucking universe.

You've missed all of them.

How long has it been anyway?

You open your lips to ask the question when the sliding doors slam open, and an imposing figure clad in six inch boots and dark red lips looms over you. "Hello, gentlemen."

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nobody talk to me for several days. my heart hurts. give me my son and give me him now. i will marriage him and take his funky little rings.

Day in the Life [3/7]

Pairing: hyungline (seokjin, namjoon, yoongi, hoseok) x reader

Genre: family/domestic AU, fluff, comedy

Summary: You have seven kids. Four husbands and three toddlers. So yeah, seven kids.

Tags: EXTREME domestic bliss, domestic fluff, husband!hyung line, baby!maknae line, established relationship, protectiveness, comedy, slice of life, seokjin is in a state of constant and overwhelming fondness, namjoon should never be allowed in a kitchen, yoongi has tattoos, hoseok is a humble chaebol, maknae line are demons (toddlers)

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[Part 2] [Part 4]

Wednesday morning and the house is full and frantic as ever. Squeezing past Seokjin’s pancake triage and Taehyung and Jimin’s war cries, you make a beeline to the coffee machine, where Hoseok pulls you back just long enough for a kiss before he presses a cup into your hand and sends you off to Jungkook and Yoongi at the kitchen table. 

“Good morning.” You greet, picking a fugitive blueberry off Jungkook’s lap. 

Without looking up from his phone, Yoongi mumbles, voice rough, “Morning.”  

“Somi said her appa is getting marriage again,” Jungkook announces around a mouthful of sausage, as Jimin and Taehyung make an Olympic dive for the chair beside you. “What does it mean?” 

You think about it. “Getting married means—” 

“My chair, loser!” Taehyung screams, beating Jimin by literally one (1) knuckle.

Like a slinky, Jimin flops over Taehyung, cheeks smushed up against Taehyung’s back and drawls, “I didn’t lose, Tae, because this is a battle in which I have chosen not to engage—” 

“It’s a promise you make to build a life together,” Yoongi says, as Taehyung makes a valiant effort at shrugging, and then peeling, and then shoving Jimin off. Yoongi meets your eyes for a second before he glances back down at Jungkook. “And to love each other. For a very long time.”

“Can umma marriage me?” Jungkook asks, hopeful, as octopus alien Jimin slithers into your lap. 

“Nope,” Taehyung claims, without batting an eye. “Umma’s marriaging me.” 

“Not without a ring,” Hoseok chides, delivering a plate of Seokjin’s pancakes, half-batting away Taehyung’s grabby hand. 

“Like this one,” Jimin sing-songs, snagging a can of juice. He pops the tab off and slides it over your ring finger, burrowing possessively into your chest, “Ta-dah. Now I get to marry umma forever, losers.”

“Language, Jimin,” you say, reflexive, and pat him on the head. “But OK.”

Jungkook, with all the incredulity of a heart-broken toddler-year old, stares at your hand, stares at Jimin, and hiccups once.

And then starts bawling.

Twenty minutes later, you’re pulling on your scrubs when a small thing latches onto your left leg.

“Baby, what’s going on?” You ask Jungkook.

“Nothing,” Jungkook mumbles. 

He doesn’t look up, just slips something into your pocket with shaky hands and dashes away, giggles and footsteps rumbling down the hallway. 

You dig into your pocket, confused.

And find a piece of grass, tied around itself to make a circle. 

“Wait for umma here,” Yoongi instructs, planting Jungkook into the couch of your office. “Appa has to go back to work. Don't move an inch, Jungkook, all right?”

“Yes appa,” Jungkook nods, at full attention, but also busy cramming sticky notes into his mouth. 

...which is, admittedly, not the worst thing he has crammed into his mouth today. 

As Yoongi turns to leave, Jungkook calls out behind him. “Appa?”

“Yes?”

“Appa,”  Jungkook asks, coming to tug on the corner of Yoongi's jacket, looking very adorably serious about it. “How did you get umma to marriage you?” 

“Well,” Yoongi says, crouching down so he can pinch Jungkook's cheek. And also remove the sticky note from his mouth. “You just have to ask.” 

Later that day, you’re in the middle of dealing with a subarachnoid hemorrhage, standing very still beside the surgical trolley as the attending anesthesiologist briefs your residents, trying to order your thoughts into some semblance of logic, when there comes a small tap somewhere overhead. 

“This was brought on up a ruptured cerebral aneurysm,” you say, slanting a stern look at the eager faces around you, “So it will be hairy, and focus will be essen—”

The tap comes again, louder.

One of the residents looks up at the observation room. 

She blinks. “Um… is that…”

“Focus, Dr. Song,” you repeat, snapping her back to attention, “will be essential.”

The next tap is followed by a dull thump and a muffled, “Umma!” 

You look up, eyes narrowed. 

All three feet of Jungkook, bright as the sun, knocks on the observation room window again, hefting over his tiny shoulders a giant bouquet of “Get Well Soon” flowers you’re pretty sure belongs to the coma patient in Ward 2. 

He climbs closer to the window and mouths, face squished against the glass, “Umma, will you marriage me?” 

Near midnight, you’re pulling up into the driveway when something literally catapults itself off of the second floor balcony. 

…and lands on the hood of your car.

With a dull thud.

And a tiny achy, “Ow.” 

“JUNGKOOK?” You scream, a sharp stab of dread twisting into your stomach as you scramble out of the car, “OH MY GOD, JUNG—”

“Umma,” Jungkook says, totally fine and outrageously nonplussed, sitting cross-legged on the pavement, “Did you marriage me yet?” 

You gape. “What are you—where are your appas, Jungkook?” 

Jungkook ignores you and asks again, “Umma, did you marriage me?”

“Uh, no,” you start, brain still seizing on the fact that your toddler baby just flung himself from the second story of a house. “Baby, Koo, you should never jump out of a window again, do you understand?”

Jungkook, as a matter of fact, understands nothing. 

Instead, he peers at your hands.

Then averts his eyes with a tiny pained wince. 

“The ring wasn’t pretty?” He asks the pavement, voice wobbly, entirely crestfallen. “'m sorry, umma.” 

And no, you did not know it was medically possible to feel this magnitude of pain. 

Each day and every day, Namjoon wakes at 4 AM on the dot. At that hour, the first floor of the house is deserted. There are usually tumbleweeds and leftover toys and chunks of bokchoy Taehyung has hid under various pieces of furniture because he is just old enough to begin to understand that he does not have to do what two of four appas tell him to do, at “I’m half a teenager now” miles per hour.

Not today.

Today, there is all of that, and also one small child crouched over the coffee table, half a dozen tab-less juice cans beside him, a fat marker in his hand and the whole rainbow dashed over his two little hands. 

“Hey,” Namjoon whispers, tactful. “What are you doing, big guy?” 

“I’m making a ring for umma,” Jungkook says, then shows him a wad of can tabs that have been glued together.

And also, glued onto his palm.

Namjoon wonders briefly if this might be the fault of his genetics.

“Umma has a ring already,” Namjoon tells him, mildly concerned.

“But umma doesn’t have my ring,” Jungkook says. “Do you think she’ll like this?”

Namjoon huffs out a laugh, finally piecing together what Seokjin capslocked into the group chat yesterday. “I think so, Jungkook. It’s beautiful.”

There is a pause.

Jungkook asks, in an endearingly shy whisper, “Will umma love me forever?” 

Namjoon reaches for Jungkook’s shoulder and tugs him into his arms. “Of course she will, baby. She loved you before you were born, and she will love you for a thousand years.”

“Oh.” Jungkook hums.

And hard as he tries to hide it, when Jungkook smiles, he glows. 

“Will you make appa a ring too?” Namjoon inquires. “Appa will love you for ten thousand years.” 

Jungkook thinks about it, squelching out a yawn. He rubs his eyes. “Maybe.” 

Quietly, Namjoon wraps Jungkook into his cardigan, admiring the bundle of glue and metal in his hand. Gradually, as dawn starts to break, he feels his son’s little body slumping against his side, and he squeezes him with a soft fond smile.

Friday morning, Yoongi is frying up a few eggs and as usual, you’re mainlining coffee while side-stepping a small mountain of legos and the rubber-band apparatus Taehyung had built for science class. You manage to kiss Hoseok on the cheek (which he had been long presenting) and Seokjin on the chin (which he had been pretending not to be presenting), before you stumble on Jungkook.

Kneeling. 

On one knee. 

With an extremely funky ball of metal in his hand. 

Namjoon, towering over him like a daddy bear, looks over at you and mouths, obscurely, “Say yes.” 

“Umma,” Jungkook starts, clearing his throat, as Jimin waddles in blearily behind you. “Will you mar—”

“OW!” Jimin yelps, as his toe catches in Taehyung’s rubber-band booby trap of doom™, which proceeds to sail across the room. 

Over Jungkook’s hand.

Catching, of course—because Friday mornings are never chaotic enough and 66% of your sons are 50% demons—Jungkook’s precious ball. 

“Well,” you squint, as the metal ball clears it out of the window behind him, leaving a neat spider-webbed crack and a hole the size of a tennis ball. 

Before you, Jungkook’s eyes are the size of saucers. 

“Jimin,” Namjoon grits out, eyes narrowed. 

“Jimin,” Seokjin grits out, arms crossed. 

“What! I didn’t do anything!” Jimin whines, very falsely accused, ducking behind you for protection. 

“My science project!” Taehyun gasps, from behind him. “Jimin!” 

As world war three implodes into your kitchen, Jungkook stands on the frontline, eyes welling with tears, little hands balled into fists. He swallows thickly and chokes out, “Umma…” 

“No,” you cry out, launching yourself onto one knee before Jungkook as you dig Jungkook’s grass-twig ring out of your pocket. “Jungkook. Will you marry me?”

“But I,” Jungkook blubbers, shaking his head, “I don't have a ring! Umma can’t marry me! Umma won’t love me!” 

You laugh, wiping the tears off of Jungkook’s fat little cheeks with both hands cupped around his face, “Oh, Jungkook. I don’t need a ring to love you, baby. Namjoon appa lost the ring too, you know?” 

Jungkook’s still crying, but he does pause to confirm. “Really? Namjoon appa did that?”

“Oh yeah,” Namjoon assures, coming to sit on the floor beside you. “So many times.” 

“Namjoon appa had to propose twice,” Hoseok recounts, ruffling Jungkook’s hair.

“Three, actually,” Yoongi says, scooping Jungkook up into one arm. 

“What?” Seokjin cocks his head, feeding Jungkook a cherry as he glances at Namjoon, “No, wasn’t it—”

“A long time ago,” Namjoon allows magnanimously. “Shouldn’t you get going, hyung?” 

Hoseok, ever the competitive overachiever, was the first to propose. It hadn’t happened entirely out of the blue. After two years of rotational interviews with his family, most of whom were common characters in the Business section of Cholsun Ilbo, his noona took you out to an incredibly long spa date to onboard you onto the so-called “constraints” of an “inheritance.” By the end of the day you were sufficiently hydrated, plumped, shell-shocked with anxiety, and fairly certain your credentials had been vetted by half the PIs in Korea. 

“My dongsaeng is lacking in so many ways, and it can be argued that our parents are assholes,” she said, before the valet shut her door, “but have no doubt that Hoseok will fight tooth and nail for you every day in this family.” 

The next day, Hoseok asked you if you wanted to go ring shopping. Before you could answer, there was a chartered jet on the rooftop of the hospital.

Hoseok flew you straight into those dark velvet Parisian rooms to try on the jewels of bygone eras, and amidst the dizzying glamour of champagne towers and couture chocolates and dresses worth their weight in gold, he asked if you would grant him the privilege of staying with you for the rest of his life. 

As Seokjin likes to recall, you choked on your sea bass and never officially said yes, so technically the validity of that marriage is questionable. 

But anyways. The news still drove Namjoon and Yoongi into a cold panic.

Seokjin, of course, being the oldest, remained cool as a cucumber. 

“YAH, HOBI, YOU COULD'VE MAYBE WARNED US,” Seokjin screamed. Calmly. In the middle of a topology lecture. At his phone.

At, actually, a text message on his phone. 

One of the five grad students raised his hand and asked, somewhat terrified, “Professor Kim?” 

Seokjin chucked his phone across the room and darted for the door. “MY GIRLFRIEND IS GETTING MARRIED.”

And then, because he did have something of a reputation to protect as an academic and all, Seokjin ran back and flung open the door. “CLASS DISMISSED, OBVIOUSLY, NUMBNUTS.” 

Regardless, Seokjin ending class in the middle was not nearly as catastrophic a reaction as Namjoon’s actual proposal, which was to tie the Most Expensive Tiffany’s Ring to the collar of your cat. 

“It’ll be like a lovely thing delivering a lovely ask,” Namjoon explained, wiping his hands down on the front of his expensive silk suit like an idiot. “What could go wrong?”

“Oh. Nothing, I’m sure,” Yoongi, nodded, eyes dead. 

Three things went wrong. 

Namjoon, the cold, ruthless, battle-hardened Forbes poster child, who could skewer businessmen twice his age to the trading floor, who could spend days arbitrating billion-dollar M&A deals without batting an eye, was too panicked and sweaty to figure out how to attach a ring to the collar of your cat.

The cat was an actual cat.

And like any cat would, the first thing your cat did, after scratching the ring off of her collar and onto Seokjin’s bed, was run off into the streets like an apex predator. (which she is.) 

As a result:

Namjoon, the cold, ruthless, battle-hardened Forbes poster child, who could skewer businessmen twice his age to the trading floor, who could spend days arbitrating billion-dollar M&A deals without batting an eye, was out chasing a cat through the streets of Hannam-dong like a madman until… days, maybe. Seokjin can’t remember.

Seokjin can’t remember because he found a ring on his bed.

And like, Seokjin tried not to overthink why there would be a ring on his bed except you must have left it there.

Which resulted in Seokjin overthinking. A lot. 

“Are you OK,” Hoseok asked casually, as Seokjin ran equally casually into a cabinet.

And nearly beheaded himself. 

“I’m fine,” Seokjin grunted, ears ringing. 

And he was. 

Only he was not fine because fuck toxic masculinity but he wanted to be the one to ask you because obviously he loved you more and it wasn’t not a competition thing because it was just the simple truth that he loved you more, and he loved you first, and he deserved to be the one to ask.  

“Are you bleeding?” Hoseok gasped, “Do you need a ride to the hospital?” 

“No,” Seokjin decided, clutching onto your ring, fully offended as he stormed his way towards the living room.

“Listen,” he started, outraged, banging the door open, “I am handsome and tall and cook well and IF I WERE A WOMAN, GOD HELP ME I’D WANT TO MARRY ME TOO BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN...” 

And found you on the couch.

Sitting beside Yoongi.

Or rather, sitting on Yoongi.

With one of Yoongi’s hands on the small of your back.

And the other one of Yoongi’s hands…

Is holding a ring.

“I’m,” Seokjin spun around, suddenly weak. “Uh.”

And Yoongi was perfectly content to mentally unexist Seokjin. 

“Look at me,” Yoongi said in his soft indulgent voice, gently turning you back to face him. “Can I ask you a question?”  

And Seokjin saw himself out.

That same Thursday, Seokjin reported that his old Hyundai broke down. He asked you to pick him up from his office at the university. And when you showed up, you had a prickly feeling that all the students seemed to double-take at you. The girls giggled when they saw you, and a few came up to shower you with compliments about your gross second-day hospital fit. 

You wandered into Seokjin’s office, profoundly confused. “Why are there—”

And were promptly interrupted by a whole stampede of people scrambling out of the room.

“Hey!” Seokjin beamed, wiping his chalky hands on his ugly prof fashun cord pants. “You look pretty.”

“Very funny,” you deadpanned. 

Seokjin’s face was suspiciously pink. “I know. I love you.” 

You backed away. “What?”

“I love you,” he repeated, face suspiciously pinker. 

“All right,” you squinted. “I love you too?” 

“But!” Seokjin declared, standing up so fast he had to steady himself against the corner of his desk. “But I love you more.”

You stared, perplexed, at a loss for words.

“In fact, I love you this much,” Seokjin said, and dropped down onto both knees, proffering a small box. “And I will definitely kill myself if you marry Yoongi and Hoseok without marrying me.”

Outside, the same twenty students who’d booked it out of the office were holding one lettered cardboard sign each, looking equal measures accosted and sleep-deprived as they crowded over the courtyard.

“DONT LET OUR PORF DIE PLEESA,” the signs spelled. 

“WE NEED TO GRADOATE,” the signs spelled. 

“Well,” you grinned at Seokjin. “I can’t let you die, I guess.”

And you could have sworn that the entire Seoul National University campus in Gwanak-gu erupted in cheers in response to that. 

But you can’t, really, because all you remember is Seokjin picking you up into his arms, lifting you just slightly off your feet as he asked, face violently red, “Hey so. Are you going to kiss your handsomest husband?”

“Oh?” You smirked. “Did he get here already?” 

“Yah, fine,” Seokjin huffed, unnerved, sitting you down on his desk, his one big hand cradling your entire back, “WHATEVER.”

And just like that, you kissed him.

For a second, Seokjin stopped breathing.

And then he surged forward, running his fingers through your hair. You caught a flicker of fire in his eyes before he tilted you back and pressed his lips to yours. His mouth parted and he licked deeper into your mouth, teeth grazing against your lip, and it wasn’t until he pulled away that you realised how pliant you had gone beneath him. 

“Now that we’re engaged,” Seokjin breathed, running his thumb across your lip. “You get to kiss this face free of charge.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled, drunk on want, and tugged him back against you. 

When you kissed Seokjin the second time, you had no idea that Kim Namjoon, twenty miles away, was chasing a puppy across the lawn of his Fortune 500 company, a dozen senior VPs tailing after him as he face-dived for Ring #4. 

You had no idea because Namjoon had sworn your three other husbands to secrecy, because in your mind, you were the one who propositioned him. And Namjoon liked to keep it that way.

It happened on the last day of summer, when you invited Namjoon out to go sailing with you. He’d been depressed and dejected for weeks, and you thought you’d ask if you could help him solve whatever problem he had on hand.

And all the other problems he will have on hand, for the rest of his life.

“What,” Namjoon blinked, uncomprehending. “Come again?”

“I’m asking, Kim Namjoon,” you said, steadying yourself against Namjoon’s leg as you crouched down on one knee, “will you marry me?”  

As if on cue, it began to drizzle. 

Then the drizzle turned into a downpour. 

And Namjoon, sitting there like a right idiot in this tiny sail boat, floating in the middle of an emerald green lake, facing the single most beautiful creature he has ever seen in his life, fell in love so hard he flipped the boat. 

Which doesn’t physically make sense, but who cares, because after Namjoon flipped the boat, after he helped pull you to the boat, he got to tuck the wet strands of your bangs behind your ears and gaze into your eyes.

“Wait,” you struggled, “I think—”

Namjoon didn’t wait. He kissed you up against the boat. 

“No wait,” you murmured, breaking away. “I think I dropped your ring.”

“I wouldn’t sweat it,” Namjoon said, and kissed you again. “I brought spares.” 

To be precise, Namjoon brought three spares in his pocket. One from his mother. One from his paternal grandmother. And one from his maternal grandmother, who told him, lovingly, clearly, with all the patience in the world, “If you lose this one, Joonie, I’m absolutely going to disown you.” 

“She means the girl,” his mother clarified, “but also the ring, of course.” 

And Namjoon had laughed at that, because even if he lost it, even if he lost them all, even if he had no family left in the world, he’d never lose you. Not in a million lifetimes. 

i consistently revisit this series. mere!Jungkook constantly stays on my mind, and the way this is written?

*chefs kiss*

if i could marry a series, this would be it. i am in platonic and romantic love.

the crimson shell

— pairing: jungkook x f!reader — genre: mermaid au, yandere au — w.c: 1.9k — warnings: mild stalking, near drowning, mentions of eating humans — notes: just wanted to contribute something to mermay! this is also my first time attempting to do anything in the realms of yandere (and mermaids!), so pls be nice lol. in this universe everyone is referred to as a mermaid, no matter what gender they are. this will most likely be a two or three part series with jk growing more and more obsessed as he gets y/n into his scaly clutches :)

Part I / II / III / IIII

— summary: you had always found comfort in being at the beach, often spending hours just watching the waves lap against the shore. but unbeknowst to you – something had been watching you back.

You inhale deeply, enjoying the salty smell that so uniquely belongs to the ocean. The last rays of sun are slowly disappearing behind the horizon, painting the skies and the waves in hues of deep pink and purple. You’re going to miss this view.

You sigh, running your fingers through the coarse sand as you let the gentle breeze caress your face. You’ve been looking forward to this for years, but now that your departure is so imminent, it feels more scary than liberating. The time has come to finally leave your home behind, and you feel a pang of regret as you realize you might not see your friends or family for a very long time to come.

Years of saving up your measly paychecks have finally paid off, and you’re setting sail for an island you’ve been hearing constant murmurs about for the last few months. Originally, you were only going to travel to the next kingdom over, hoping to find more suitable work there to help your parents stay afloat. But the talk of the mystery island abundant with riches piped your interest more than you would like to admit – and you’ve never been one to shy away from adventure.

However, you weren’t stupid enough to just blindly trust the rumours milling around your little town. In fact, you wholeheartedly believed it to be a scam until a familiar face suddenly turned up in the town square only a few weeks ago.

You hadn’t seen Jimin ever since he set sail for the unknown six months ago; and so everyone, including yourself, had presumed that your talkative neighbour had met an ill fate, and was floating at the bottom of the sea. You realized you couldn’t have been more wrong when Jimin returned with riches you never expected you would ever lay eyes on, his whole body adorned with various diamonds and gold chains.

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this isn’t bts, but it’s my second love - Stray Kids.

i would both live and die for this entire skz!pack series. i constantly come back to reread and fall more in love with everything they publish. if i could metaphorically marry, divorce and then remarry an au, it would be this. i swear on everything i believe in. this is crack to me (someone who’s never done drugs or anything harder than mcdonalds sprite)

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💖Inked Petals and Message Tones

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"Ask the Pack"-here!

Wolf Inside

Mine

Special

Stupid Dumb Alpha

Smell Like You

Moonmates

Jealousy, Jealousy

Oh Sheet

Lemon Squares

Killing, Stalking

Pineapple on Pizza

the size of miss rk’s brain? huge.

the size of miss rk’s brain while writing Set Me Free? the size of the universe. humungous. amazing. astronomical.

Set Me Free 11 | myg

❥❥ Pairing: yoongi x female reader

❥❥ Genre: arranged marriage au, angst, fluff, smut

❥❥ Summary: Growing up as the sole heiress to your father’s fortune wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. In desperate need to escape your home life, you enter into an unexpected arrangement with the infamous Min Yoongi. Will the both of you be able to find freedom, happiness and possibly love?

❥❥ Chapter Title: Butterfly Effect 

❥❥ Word Count: 10.6K

❥❥ Chapter Warnings: mentions of blood and injury, physical altercations, kidnapping, cursing, toxic parents, fighting 

❥❥ Author’s Notes: Hi everyone :) I can’t believe we are almost at the end of this story. One more chapter to go before it’s all over. I know I have been slow on my updates so thank you again for your patience. If you read this and like it, please make sure to share your feedback. It means the world to me! Hope you enjoy! 

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It’s strange how the tiniest of moments, however fleeting they may be, almost always have the ability to inflict tremendous change upon your life. Like a ripple in the ocean, or the flutter of a butterfly’s wings, the magnitude of change that follows is incomprehensible. 

Like the moment when you first walked into Yoongi’s life.

Stepping foot into his office that day with the weight of an arranged marriage on your shoulders, you never once thought the outcome would be love. You never once imagined that one reluctant step would lead to the love of your life, let alone your freedom. It was the same when you agreed to marry him. And it was the same when you agreed to make music with him.

Every single one of these minuscule moments had the ability to alter the course of your life forever.

Like the moment when you first walked into Yoongi’s life. 

And the moment when he finally walked out of yours.

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Eddie Munson.

Early to Rise | Eddie Munson x Reader

This is a thirst post that got out of hand, I hope you guys enjoy it!💕

Summary: Eddie’s alarm wakes you up a little too early and you’re determined to get a few more minutes of sleep, unfortunately for you- your boyfriend has other ideas.

Warnings: 18+, PWP, established relationship, soft sleepy morning sex, praise, teasing, fingering, one use of the word cumslut, creampie, not proof-read.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader.

Word Count: 3.4k.

You were never much of a morning person, but nothing could compare to Eddie Munson. His friends would joke that he could sleep through an apocalypse, and maybe that was true. The man had the loudest alarm possible to try and rouse him from slumber, often taking three rounds of the snooze button before he’d even contemplate getting out of bed. And the moments where you slept over made it that much more difficult, the soothing warmth of your soft body more than enough to coax him back to sleep.

“Eddie,” You groaned as his shrill alarm continued to blare in the background, burying your face into his soft pillow as you felt his arm move from where it was slung over your hip, “Turn it off.”

The man leaned back to blindly slap his bedside table as he felt for his alarm, aiming for the snooze button as his eyes opened to a squint. Finally hitting the source of the noise as he moved to flop back down on his bed, resuming his position behind you as he flung an arm back over your hip. You snuggled back into his pillow before you felt a hardness poking the small of your back, Eddie’s breath hitching in his throat as you wriggled against it. A move he already anticipated as he tightened his hold, gripping you tighter to his body.

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manifesting loving comforting Jimin in my life rn

and my boy yoongi is just a softie at heart trying his mcbest

Time~ Ot7 Werewolf Au

Chapter Seven: My Omega

Summary: Time. It's always passing by, always changing things that you wish stayed the same. It brought the good and it brought the bad, hell it brought the down right best time in your life. The best thing in your life came with time. It came with some stumbled steps, tough spots...it came with time.

Pairing: Werewolf!BTS X Werewolf!reader

Warning: Angst, mentions of violence, sexual assault, blood, gore, sex, matting, bitting, knotting, insecurities, slow burn. Fluff, and just one of my stories tbh.

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Jimins room was bright, and colorful. His bed is much larger than Jins or Hoseoks, pushed into the corner of the room away from the window.  His walls were a light blue, and pictures were hung along the wall just like Hoseoks, yet mixed in were sketches that you could only assume Jungkook and Taehyung had drawn. From smiling Namjoon to a blushing Yoongi, it had you moving away from the Omega and taking one of the drawings. It was of Yoongi, what you assumed was Hoseok straddling his lap, head buried into Yoongi's neck. 

Their hair was the same length as it is now, both sitting at the bay window that was downstairs Yoongi's eyes staring off, looking through a window where you saw a wolf, it was in the field, sitting down, eyes looking forward and a scar running up its lip to the bottoms of its nose was a familiar one to you. You assumed if there was color the fur of the wolf would match your own. The drawing had you tilting your head as you feel an arm  wrapping around your waist as a pointed chin pressing against your shoulder. You lean back against him, his other arms sliding across your stomach as he starts to let out small purrs, his fingers kneading at your hip as you move to the side for your arm to wrap around his shoulders.

“Kook drew that one night, I don't know if you saw them, but they saw you and Jungkook kinda just pushed your wolf forward.” he takes a breath in as you move away and look down at him, “Hoseok and Yoongi didn’t want it..said if they had a picture of you they wanted a real one before a drawing…so I took it.” You nod as you step back till the back of your thighs hit the end of his bed. It had him moving forward to stand between your legs as he looked down at you. “The last..last month I would look at it..and just..just imagine my wolf and yours playing while Yoongi and Hoseok watched..like a little movie in my head. How life is supposed to be.” His words had your heartbeat speeding up as you grabbed him by his waist, head resting against his stomach as you hugged him. His sound of surprise had you smiling as you felt one of his hands rest on your shoulder as the other moved to your hair. The two of you stayed like that, his sweet caramel apple scet swirling around you as his wrist rubs against the scent gland on your neck, making you pretty much go limp.  The feeling of his nails scratching at your scalp every so often was also pushing out small sounds of comfort and enjoyment, which lead to Jimin crooning at you. “I need to do your hair.” he mumbles, making you shrug as he pulls away, pushing your shoulders up as he smiles down at you. “Come sit in this chair, I can do it.” His hand motions to the swivel chair that was in front of a desk, a large mirror was attached to it, as you got up and sat down he quickly pressed a kiss to your nose making you widen your eyes as he smiled down at you. His hand moved to the chair so you were looking at yourself, it had you looking down as his hand moved all of your hair to be pulled back. 

“Not too much?” You asked, you're looking up at him, his eyes staring at you as he nods his fingers moving through your hair, stopping when they’d get a cough on a knot, or a matt. As if he was taking notes on where each one was, then you’d feel him pick it up and a mess with it, evaluating how bad each one was.  “I told Jin it was bad.”

“Actually it’s not, I might have to layer it shorter than you’d like in certain areas like right here.” He picks up a portion to show it to you, making you cringe as he places it down. “This one is denser than the others, but I can try and work through it. It might hurt though.” He muttered, making you sigh, nodding as he quickly wrapped his arms around your neck, his chin resting on the top of your head  as you hand reached up and gripped his arm. “It will be okay baby, I swear. With me around your hair will never get like this again, it will always be taken care of, always.” His words had you nodding as he smiled brightly at you, kissing the top of your hair as he pulled away and moved to the desk you were in front of.  Opening a drawer as he set out scissors and other things you really couldn’t put a name to, yet you felt like you could trust him with wherever he was going to do. “So, I'm gonna wet it, and add this detangler I’ve made, it has some oils in it and I'm gonna brush as much a si can out without destroying your scalp in the process, it’s gonna see like you lost a lot of hair but it’s just build up, okay baby?” You nod, his smile calming yourself as you take a deep breath in, you see a brush and spray bottle in hand as you feel the mis against your head making you jump. 

“Cold.” You mutter making him giggle as he sprays again the bottle then placed back on the table as he grabs your hair, and starts to brush out the ends.

“Can..can I ask about you?”  He wonders after a few minutes of listening to a brush run through your hair, a knot or two already worked through as you look at him through the mirror.

“I guess..” 

“You don't have to answer anything you dont want too, you can tell me as much and as little as you want..we have the rest of our lives to tell each other everything..and this is just the start.” he mumbles a small smile playing on his lips as you sigh and nod.

“Go for it.”

“Okay, easy one, how old are you?”

“I think..I think I’m twenty four, the hunter got my pack when I was sixteen…and this would be the ninth winter.” You matter though you knit your eyebrows together as you sigh, “I'm not very good at math though so.” You eyes closing as he nods, though you could see the hesitation when you look up and your eyes meet.

“Do you remember….remember when your birthday was?”

“That spring I turned sixteen, so I think next I’ll be twenty five.” Your words kinda end in a question making him smile at you, his hands pulling themselves from your and wrapping around your neck once again.

“Then that makes you the baby of the family, Kookie is twenty five now, Tae and I are twenty seven and Joonie and Hoseok are twenty eighth and Yoongi is twenty nine and and jinnie is thirty.” He mumbles, a breath after each age, excitement growing with each word as he moves back to brushing out another knot, being gentle as he possibly could be. “Though just cause you’re the baby doesn’t mean I'm not your baby.” he muttered, a small smile on his face as you chuckle as you see a blush painting his cheeks as he shook his his head, “That sounds stupid.”

“No, it’s the truth you and Jinnie are my babies.” You muttered, making him let out a choked breath, as he stepped back and took a deep breath in.

“Stop making me feel so small, you you butt.” he huffs, making you chuckle as you shake your head taking a deep breath in and out as he shakes his shoulders. “I can’t be small and cut your hair, can’t work like that.” 

“Okay okay.” You mutter making him huff as he slowly gets back to brushing your hair out, “Any more questions?” You ask, making him rapidly nod as he takes a deep breath in and looks at you through the mirror once again.

“So what's your favorite season?”

“The time of year before winter, where the leaves change and the weather cools down and the food migrates.” Your words had him nodding at you, “I've heard people call it Fall and Autumn but I'm not sure which is the right term.”

“I think everyone calls it something different, I call it fall cause all the leaves fall but Namjoon and Hoseok say Autumn.” 

“What about you?”

“I guess..hmm spring? Everything new and fresh.” You smile at him as you feel a tug at your scalp making you wince as he lets out a soft apology. “Okay favorite color?”

“Brown.” He let out a snort at your single word answer, and with how fast you had responded, “It just..you all have brown eyes..and I..okay next question.” he coo’s at your words, his eyes shining at you as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“So so so sweet, okay okay next question…what’s your favorite childhood memory?” His question was innocent enough, though it had you pausing, trying to remember before your world became nothing but control control control. Your head tilted  as you felt yourself shrug, not really knowing what it would be as he smiled at you. “Come on, there has to be one?”

“I guess..I guess when..when there was this thunderstorm..and my mom was able to sneak my dad into the Omega room, and he held me and her as long as he could before the Alphas would grow suspicious.” You felt your chest tighten at the thought of your mother and father, the few memories of him you have were honestly the ones  you held most dear to your heart. “Any memory with my dad honestly.” You whisper your eyes looking down at your lap as you hear him take a deep breath in.

“Omega room?” Jimin asked, his eyebrows knitted together as you looked, gave him a nod, his brushing slowing as you saw his shoulders drop.

“Don’t know what it is?” You mumble, a scoff at the end as he nodded, “Most don’t…it’s what..what the older pack used to keep Omegas separate form the rest of the pack, or the world. It was used for Alphas to be able to control the population and show power..you only ever left when you were a  different rank and was old enough to leave your mom or when an Alpha wanted you…” You stop mid sentences taking a deep breath in as you mentaly curse at yourself, feeling too comfortable around Jimin was making you revile things you never wanted to. Fear that the pack would shun you or use you like your old pack did. “Can..can we change the topic.” you stuttered Jimin's sniffling as he placed the brush down and crawled into your lap. Letting out a surprised sound as he wrapped his arms around your neck, head burying itself into your neck as you felt his lips move to your scent gland making you stiffen as he paused. “Jimin?”

“Can I please..please?” he muttered against your glande his breath fanning your skin as your frozen hands moved to rest on his waist, one moving to the back of his head. “I don’t know what you want.” You answer honestly, making him nuzzle closer to you as you hear him sniffle once more.

“Suckle, need to scuckle at your scent glande..it..it calms me..calms most Omegas..I..please I kinda did it earlier.”

“That's what that was?” You mumbled, fingers twisting into his hair as he nodded, making you take a deep breath in. “Explain it to me more afterwards?” You ask, making him nod as you sigh, and push his head towards your neck, making his mouth part as you felt his soft tongue run along your skin. You scent pushing outwards, wrapping around the room as he suddenly starts to suck at the scent that was being expressed out. It had him moaning as you felt his fingers start to knead into your shoulders. His eyes closed as you felt drool sliding down the side of your neck, your own mind drifting into a daze , the feeling of your scent glade being messed with was slightly uncomfortable, the gland swelling with each suck and lick had your fingers digging more and more into his waist. The feeling of one of his hands moving to your jaw, moving your head further to the side, his other hand moving to the back of your neck as you felt him moaning against you, the feeling was making your breathing rapid, and your heart felt like it was going to pound against your chest when you suddenly feel this hips hult forward.

“Jimin…” You whisper, making him freeze as he pulls away, licking your glande once again, making your whine as he pants, forehead resting against your cheek as his breathing fans against your skin.

“Sorry..sorry…got..a..it was a lot.” he whispered, chuckling at the end making your brinkley as your hand moves up from his wasit and around his middled locking at his spin as you move your head and nudge yours against his. “Suckling…it helps Omega ground themselves when they’re upset..it can be sexual too but it useally isn’t..I..I suckle a lot even when Im nto stressed if I’m being honest I just like to do it..some times a suck on the boys fingers when im sleepy too I just..like things in my mouth.” he awkwardly laughs at the end as he slowly pulls away from you. His eyes blow out as he clears his throat body relaxing as his arms drop from your neck to rest in his lap. “I..I drop a lot…I’ll try not to be around you till we’re more comfortable around each other but sometimes I can’t help it.” He warns making your node as one of your hands land on his jaw making him look up.

“It’s okay…what..what made you feel the need to?” 

“Omega rooms sound bad….and to imagine you in one hurt..hurt me.”He whispers the last part, making you nod as you clear your throat and let out a throaty croon his way.

“It wasn't always bad..I mean I always had my mom and we…we were kinda a big unmatched pack? Like a pack pack..”

“With like a head Alpha and stuff? Where not everyone is matted and stuff?”

“Yeah, it wasn’t very pleasant…though maybe before the hunters..the humans… started targeting them they were better? I'm not sure.” You wonder, your thumb is moving along his jaw as he looks at you. “Soooo..my hair?”

“Oh yeah..I got all that I can out and now I need to cut and style..okay?” You nod as he takes a deep breath in and looks at you, “I need one more moment…holy shit.” He says eyes widen as he leans forward, hand on your neck as his thumb runs along your very  swollen scent gland making your body flinch. “I..I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s fine.”

‘When was the last time someone scented you.”

“Besides you? Uh…when I last saw my mother when I was sixteen.” You mutter, head tilting as he gulps and nods, his eyes looking back at you as he frowns slightly.

“That's a long time..no wonder why it's all swollen..I mean some swelling is normal..but it..it looks raw.” He says making you nod.

“It feels like it.”

“Is..is that why you don’t drop? Or nest..you just haven’t had the opportunity too?” He asks, making you blink slowly and shrug as you look at him, “You’re Omega just been lonely?”

“I haven’t heard my Omega in years.” You state, which just made him freeze, you start to freak out when you see tears filling his eyes, yet he stops you. Taking a deep breath as he slid off of your lap and let out a breath. “Jimin?”

“Just..I need..I need to do your hair before I freak out and then I can’t do it anymore. Just..just..” “Okay.” You nod, watching as he grabs scissors and stats to cut at your hair. The sound of the blade cutting through your hair had you closing your eyes, feeling weight falling from your head, especially when you know the biggest mat of hair on your head drops. The feeling of the tight hair that was holding it, your head being released had your tighe body relaxing. Though the moment was as relaxing as it would’ve been if the way Jimin had reacted wasn’t on your mind. The way he had pulled himself from you, how he held back tears and sniffles broke your soul. Your core fighting to comfort the low pack mate, the feeling of yoru Omega itching at the back of your mind, and though you sometimes wish you could link with her, you were scared. Cause If this was the reaction of your lowest ranked Omega, what would be the reaction of your Betas? Your Alphas? You already feel like a disappointment, a speck of dirt on their skin, a broken piece of their pack that was unwanted. Yet you had decided this morning you wanted them, and nothing else.  You wanted to not to ever fall asleep hungry again, you never wanted to feel as dirty as you were ever again. You never wanted to live a moment without Jimin sweet fresh carme, apple scet, or the twisty sweet and spicy scent of Jin. You couldn’t, wouldn’t wish to live a day without them ever again. 

“Okay….all done..can..can we take a nap now?” He whispers, making you nod as you stand up, eyes looking to see your hair was indeed shorter, but it was not as short as you thought it was going to be. Looking over you see Jimin was already climbing into his bed, his small frame being eaten away from the pillows and furs that were being tossed around. You see the way tears were sliding down his face a s you slowly approached the bed, his head snapping up, hand reaching and grabbing Jin sweater and yanking you on to the bed, and what you assumed was a messily made nest.  You fall onto your side as he suddenly is maneuvering your body around, till you were sitting up his hand moving things around, holding then bundling up blankets as he let out claiming chirps to himself. Hand reaching up to whip away his own tears every few seconds as he sniffles.

“Jimin?” You ask, hand reaching for his wrist, making his rapid movements stop as he looks over at you.

“Miinie is making a nest..nest keeps us safe.” He mutters sternly as you look at him, dropping his wrist as you watch. His hands then knead at a certain place and once he nodded at the look of said place he then grabs your wrist and pulls you down, curling himself around you as the two of you rest in the center of the nest. His head kneads at your stomach as he huffs slightly. The back of his hands aggressively  rubs at his eyes. 

“Hey, hey don’t hurt yourself.” You mutter, grabbing his hand, placing it on your chest with your a syou turn and face him. “Im okay now.”

“But..but your Omega is lost..how can you be okay with them lost? What happened to you for her to be lost?” He whines, his lip jutting out as she looks at you, your free hand moving to cup his cheek as you move your nose to press against his.  Your legs move to throw over his waist, following what natural instincts you have, and pull him as close to you as you could. “What happened to my Omega?” He whispers, a broken cry afterwards, that you swear had your heart breaking.

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sending thoughts and prayers to tae and jimin at this time, they’re about to get RUINED.

namjoon and jin’s dynamics makes me physically pterodactyl screech.

also <3 yoongi <3 he’s just a baby

Before I Leave You (Pt.36)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: “okay, not to make this all about me and my meltdown still but- i’m going to feel really guilty for like a week if you don’t actually fuck each other.”

Pairings: Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin, Beta! Yoongi,

Tags: Dom! Jin, Dom! Namjoon, Switch! Yoongi, Sub! m/c, aftercare, safe-wording, hurt/comfort, omegaspace, angst, cuddling, excessive kissing, soft-sex as aftercare, referenced addictive slick, oral (f. receiving), squirting, overstimulation, fingering, group sex, knots, penetration, pain during sex/penetration, monster cock namjoon, size kink, breeding kink, crying during sex (not dacryphilia), overal very soft, cum marking,

W/c: 14.8k

A/n: this chapter is as messy as it is long and unedited but i didn’t want to wait another week to give you guys a new chapter! My brother is visiting from cambodia so i’m a little busy but i’ll try to respond to every comment this time! promise <3

Previous Chapter - Masterlist

Now, one thing that you should know is that Min Yoongi generally considers himself a rational man, and that rationality isn’t limited to his own ego; none of your scene had been new or strange to him- none of it was something that was shocking on principle. 

Some people like getting spanked during sex, so what? 

But knowing it and seeing it are two very different things. 

Yoongi’s biology does not like to see his mate in pain; it goes against every shred of his being and contradicts everything he’s grown to need over the last few months. He’s grown to depend on the daily security of waking up with you in his arms, to know your touch is only a hairsbreadth away at a moments notice. 

Yoongi has only ever wanted to help you heal- but he never stopped to consider what that might look like for you. Honestly, it never even occurred to him that it could look like this. 

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AMAZING AMAZING AMAZING *big ass chefs kiss*

Time~OT7  Werewolf AU

Chapter Eight: Snowfall

Summary: Time. It's always passing by, always changing things that you wish stayed the same. It brought the good and it brought the bad, hell it brought the down right best time in your life. The best thing in your life came with time. It came with some stumbled steps, tough spots...it came with time.

Pairing: Werewolf!BTS X Werewolf!reader

Warning: Angst, mentions of violence, sexual assault, blood, gore, sex, matting, bitting, knotting, insecurities, slow burn. Fluff, and just one of my stories tbh.

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Dry.

Your mouth was dry, so dry that any saliva was built up and thickened up on your cheeks and under your tongue, making it feel as if someone shoved a cotton ball in your mouth. It made you want to smack your lips together, and it made your body crave water, something to coat and sooth the dryness. Your eyes slowly open, the squished face of Jimin meeting your vision making you huff, warmth spreading through your chest as you see how his lips are mush against the bed, his hair falling in his eyes as you feel the way his fingers grip the sweater you were wearing.  The other hand curled against his chest, a smile finally lifted on your lips as you moved and sat up, making him whine as his fingers tightened making you huff as you bent down and kissed his cheek. It makes a smile lift on his face as you move to pull his fingers from your sweater, as you do you see as he curls on himself, a frown on your face, yet the need for water makes the need to stay with him push in the back of your mind. 

Moving slowly to crawl out of the nest, you stood in the middle of his room, the window showing the night sky, it had you moving forward, yet freezing when the floor beneath your feet creaked with your step. Your head snapping over to make sure Jimin was still in fact asleep, your body quickly moving away from the window then to the door of his room. As you opened it, the smell of meat filled the hall making your dry mouth water, your body moving quickly as possible down the hall, the way you and Hoseok had come. Stopping in the loft area, you see a hunched over body at the desk, the sound of something gliding over something had your body freezing and your head tilting. Taking a deep breath in the smell of Alpha hit you first, then the familiar  smell of eucalyptus wraps around your making you close your eyes at the soothing scent.

“Omega?” Jungkook's voice called, making your eyes snap open to meet doe-eyes, it had you humming as he gave you a soft smile, his arm extending out making you cautiously  take a step towards him. By the time you reached his fingertip length he reached forward and grabbed the end on the sweater, dragging you to him. As you stood there, his arm wrapped around your waist as the side of his face rested against your chest as you stood there frozen. Arms slightly hovering above his head as you look down at him, his black hair shining in the light as you slowly let one of your hands land on to the top of his head. Feeding into the warm tingling sensation that his body pressed against yours brough, your fingernails scraping against his scalp as he let out a soft hum. Your eyes looking to see a drawing, tilting your head as he huffs. “Feel better?” He asked pulling away, making you look away from the drawing then back down at him as he smiled up at you.  Nodding he croons as he moves and stands making you step back. “Are you thirsty? Hungry? It's been quite awhile, Jimin came down for lunch but said he couldn’t wake you so he ate pretty quickly to get back to you.” His words had you raising your eyebrow in question as he chuckles and leans down, pressing his forehead against yours and pulling back. “Dinner's almost ready…so yeah it's been like a while since breakfast you must be hungry.”

“Thirsty.” You mutter, smacking your lips together making him nod as he moves away from you and head to the stairs, making you freeze as you see him look back at you. His hand reaches forward making you grasp it, taking it step by step  trying not to lose your balance as you walk down the steps. When you reached the final step you were greeted with the smell of meat once more, making your eyes snap down the hall as you heard soft laughter coming down the hall. Your frozen body had Jungkook looking back as he moved forward as presses his forehead back to yours.

“No ones mad…Yoongis a little upset but at himself not at you. I swear it.” Jungkooks words had you nodding, as he pulled back and placed his hand into yours. Following behind Jungkook, fingers loose around his hand as the two of you exit the hall. There on the couch you see Namjoon and Taehyung pressed against one another Namjoon flipping through a book as he mumbles words against his hair, it had you wanting to gush at the sight.  Though Jungkook moves you past the Alpha and Beta, whose eyes both lock onto you as you pass the couch, though with the way Jungkook moves with you they quickly look away. Entering the kitchen the smell of the food thickens making you stomach rumble, seeing Jin and Hoseok at the stove, Yoongi at the ilande counter chopping vegetables. The three freeze as Jungkook drops your hand and opens the fridge, your eyes dropping to the floor as you hear a tisk.

“What did I say about looking at us, Omega.” Yoongi calls out, making your eyes snap up to him in a panic, the teasing face you caught dropping within seconds of your eyes meeting him, making the smile that was on his face drop as he clears his throat and nods, looking back to the cutting board.

A cup was suddenly shoved into your sight making you look to see a glass of water, making you look to Jungkook then back down as he nodded at you for you to take it. As you do, and the glass touches your lips you all but moan as you start chugging it down, the feeling of a hand being placed gently on your shoulder making you jump, the glass bumping your teeth as some water splashes in your face making the person behind you laugh. Looking at you, Taehyung has a large boxy smile on his face as he moves to stand beside Yoongi.

“Sorry..didn’t mean to scare you.” His words had you nodding as Jin looked back at you.

“Some deer stew..a nice filling eal..wanna try a taste? It's not done but close.”  You nod, placing the glass down on the counter as Jungkook steps back letting you stand next to the older Omega as he holds a wooden spoon out to you. Leaning forward your lips wrap around the spoon as the slate taste invades your tastebuds making you moan, Hoseok's laughter brought you back making a heat spread across your cheeks. “Glad you like it.”

“I’ll probably like anything you make..” 

“I mean she isn’t wrong…anyone who doesn't like your cooking babe is probably insane.” Jungkook hums out as his arms wrap loosely around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as you stand still. Even though the feeling of him up against you was soothing, you were slightly too fearful and unsure of yourself and what to do. 

“It probably helps that she hasn't eaten since this morning…I told you pups to wake her but no, a little nudge of a shoulder was enough for you to leave her.” Jin huffs, hands throwing up in the air making you slightly flinch back, making him and the others tense. Though Hoseok shook it away as he smiled brightly at Jin who in turn smiled a thim.

“She was exasused, and..honestly just to fucking adorble to wake up hyung.” Hoseok's words were followed by his laughter, which lifted the tense feeling in the room. It made your heart hammer as you felt Jungkooks nose at your scent gland, making you slightly step forward and away from the Alpha. Not internally ready for him to scent you like Jimins has over the course of the day, not remembering if you enjoyed Alphas doing so.

“Omega!? “ Jimin's voice cries out, making you pull from Jungkook as the small male Omega comes rushing out of the hall. His dark brown hair is a mess, and his eyes are puffy yet the tears in them is what caught yours, and the rest of the pack's attention.

“Jimin? I'm right here.” you speak up, full volume for the first time all day, it had the Omegas panic eyes that were set on Namjoon to you. His shoulders drop as he sniffles and shuffles over to you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he nuzzles his nose under your chin as your arms move to rest around his shoulders. “I'm here pup.” You mutter into his hair making him nod, taking deep breaths as he pulls his head back and looks up at you. 

“Had a dream about..about thoses Omegas rooms you talked about..was..wasn’t fun.”

“You don’t need to worry about that, ever okay?” you reassure him, your nose rubbing against his making him nod as you feel his fingers kneading at the sweater you were wearing as you hear a rumbling growl.

“Omega rooms?” Namjoon growled out, his eyes on you over the back of the couch, the glasses on his nose sliding down as he looked at you. His eyes were dark, and a glimmer of red had you and the others around the room step back. You watch as his body rises from the couch, his shoulders wide and chest puffed up as he jumps over the couch and moves to be in front of both you and Jimin. The look on his face makes your body shiver in fear as you push Jimin behind you as he takes a step closer to you. “You had an Omega room in your family pack?”  The way the words bubbled from his chest had Jimin and Jin whining as you moved your eyes from looking into his eyes to the floor as he stood toe to toe with you. His hand moves to your chin and lifts your head to look at him as you nod slowly making him let out another growl making you whimper. His arms are suddenly around your head buried in your neck, his tongue swiping against your scent making your tense body go almost limp at the feeling of an Alpha mouthing at it. It had him humming as he felt your body fall into him, your full weight pressed against him as he growled against your skin. He was sculling like Jimin yet the feeling was so much more different then when Jimin had done it. 

“Namjoon.” A voice called out at you felt another set of arms wrap around your stomach making Namjoon let out a deep growl and moved you tighter against his chest. “Namjoon….Alpha Namjoon.” The voice growled against making Namjoon huff against your neck as he loosened his hold around you as who ever had their arms around your waist pulled you back, turning around to bury you head against their chest the sweet tangy smell of Hoseok wrapped around you making your shoulders drop as he quickly turns you away from Namjoon. His hand pushing your head back then to the side to check your neck, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he bent down and kissed what namjoon had been suckling at. “Thank god.” He mutters as he moves the two of you back to stand against the counter. Looking over his shoulder you see Jimin behind, held by Namjoon, the small male looking tinier in the hold of the Alpha. His arms tightly wrapped around his neck as the both seem to mouth at each other's necks. “You okay?” Hoseok asks, making you blinky slowly as you nod, moving your head forward to press your nose against his collarbone. “Too much too fast?”

“Ye-yeah.” You agree trying to keep yourself away from the fuzzy feeling that builds in the back of your mind, the feeling of something, someone clawing at your mind after what had just happened. 

“Sorry…so sorry.” You hear Namjoon mutterin against Jimin, though his eyes were on you and Hoseok, he watches as you nod as he closes his eyes as you see him tighten his grip around Jimin. “The thought..thought just hurt..Omegas rooms are horrible places…and the thought of you..of one of my mates in one…needed to protect you..” His words had you pushing Hoseok's back slightly as you looked at your Beta whose eyes were cast down at the floor then you take a deep breath in and clear your throat.

“It..it's okay…just…can we eat?” You ask, the feeling of your stomach turning from how hungry you were feeling ha you not only generally wanted the stew but also saw it as a way to get out of the conversation you really wanted to avoid. Because though the idea of Omega rooms sound horrible they weren’t as bad as Namjoon was mumbling about, or at least you think. It was a place where all would be unless called for, yes you had to be quiet most of the time as to not disturb the Alphas of the pack during the day. You always had your mother and the other Omegas pups to play with, yes it was an ideal childhood in that small room filled with other people but it wasn’t as bad as the nights where Alpha decided that you were to keep their bed warm. Alpha rooms were the room you feared the most, not the Omega rooms.

“Of course..I’ll feed you, is that okay?” Hoseok asked, his words had you tilting your head but you nod, not wanting to be in an Alphas lap so soon after pushing the fuzzy feeling away. Hoseok quickly moves the two of you to the table, as he sits down you slowly sit on his lap, his chin moving to rest on your shoulder, arms winding around you as one hand passes you middle to the bowl. Scoping a spoonful of stew up and moving it to his lips, blowing slightly then moving it to your lips. 

“Jimin and I are gonna build a nest tonight in Jimin's room for the three of us since you seem comfortable enough in that room….only if you want to sleep in the nest with us of course.” Jin muttered, you head turning to see him moving to sit in Jungkook's lap, the younger males lips pressed against his neck making Jin roll his eyes.

“I…I’d like that.” You nod, eyes looking forward to the window across the table, a wooden figure catches your eyes making you scrunch your nose as heat wraps around your neck. “You..you can get rid of that.” You mutter as your lips wrap around the spoon Hoseok was holding out to you. 

“Why?” Hoseok whispered into your ear.

“It’s worthless, and made quite badly..why would you want to keep it.” You mumbled, and the moment your words passed your lips it seemed to have Yoongi huffing from behind you making you look over Hoseok's shoulder, wanting to shrink the moment your eyes met his tense body. Taehyung beside him had a hand rubbing up and down the Alphas back as his hand slammed down onto the counter and he stormed. The sound of his feet stomping up the step, the door being slammed had you jumping in Hoseok's lap as he let out soft shh's against your temple as you bowed your head. Your stomach twisting at the thought of making him upset, it made you appetite leave  as you turned your head from Hoseok's spoonful.

“Honey..you need to eat.” Your Beta whispered against your cheek, your eyes burned slightly as you looked out the window, watching the wind blow the tall grass and move the thinner tree branches.  “Please..for me? You’ll make me so happy if you do.” His words had you looking over at him, his eyes staring up at you as you felt your lip quiver slightly at the sight of him. You hear the spoon hit the bowl as his hand reaches up to push your head into his neck, making your turn on his lap, legs moving to hang off of one side of his legs. Your arms moving around his waist as you rest your nose against his scent gland. Enjoying the soft smell of oranges and honey the mist makes its way to your nose making you humm as you feel one of his hands move to your hair. ”Jimin did such a good job with your hair.” His words were soft, soothing as you nuzzled closer to his neck as your fingers began to twist his shirt between your fingers.  “He also scented you pretty heavily..so did Joonie.” His words had you nodding against his shoulders as he started rocking you slightly. “You know..Yoongi..Yoongi really loves that wooden figurine you made us.” His words had your heart rate picking up as you nuzzled closer to him. “He put it there, and you know what?” he pauses pulling his head back making you look up at him as he gives you a tight lipped smile,before every meal he would go up and look at it before he ate, like he was saying hi to you.”  His words made you mentally curse yourself at the what you had said about it, you had no idea that little stupid ugly wooden wolf would mean anything to any of the males in this house.

“I didn’t..I didn’t think..”

“It’s fine, Yoongi..it's the little things for him..and he’s already in a bit of a mood..and he just..he just kinda let it get to him.” Jin speaks up, making you look over at him, his eyes casted over at the two of you as you huff and puff slightly at his words, trying to hold back the burning tears. “Eat..okay? You’re probably still so tired that it's hard for you to handle some of the things you're feeling right now.You seemed to be getting overstimulated.” His voice was soft, soothing and it had you nodding, the words putting exactly how you were feeling into words.

You are tired, so tired that everything and anything, no matter how little or how big, felt like it was breaking you from the inside out. Mind was fuzzy for the first time in years, and the lingering feeling of Yoongi's Alpha command was still there in your joints, and the over-scenting that had happened was driving you vision to blur from a pain starting to form at the base of your neck. The build of the day finally hit you, and the only word that could put it was exactly what Jin said. Overstimulated. 

“Okay..a few more spoonfuls.” You mumbled making Jin chirp in aproovle, and the a rumble from and Alpha had you looking to see Namjoon giving you a small dimpled smile at the other end of the table with Jimin in his lap.

“Good.” His word of approval had your stomach twisting differently than Yoongi's outburst, it made you want to receive more of it in the future, a small smile curling at the end of your lips as Hoseok grabs another spoonful and brings it to your lips.

“It’s cold now.” Hoseok says, making your shrugs as Jin gasps at the thought of you eating cold stew.

“I’ll get you a new hot bowl.”

“It's fine.”

“No, no mate of mine eats cold food.” He huffs standing taking the bowl, returning with a new steaming one as he sits back down on Jungkook's lap. “Now a few more spoonfuls then we’ll nest.”

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When you woke up next you were hot, your body felt as if it was burning, and it made you realize just how warm two Omegas and a nest full of furs really were. Trying to slip between their bodies was hard, harder than when you had woken up with just Jimin. But when you were finally able to stumble out of the nest and off of the mattress you all but fell onto the floor of the room, it had you freezing. Waiting for one of them to stir, wake up, yet when no one of them looks over the mattress and down at you from the bed it has you moving to crawl on your hands and knees, as to not risk making more noise from standing. Reaching up for the handle you open the door up and crawl out, moving to kneel to close the door, hoping that your movements don't wake Omega, Beta or Alpha alike in the home. Not wanting to see any of them, needing alone time, time to process what happened over the past day. How you had made yourself pretty much vulnerable to complete strangers without a second thought, how your world is being completely flipped and changed within hours. You now have an Omega that you feel like you;d do anything for, and another Omega that seems to be in an awkward balance of wanting to care for you and wanting to be cared for by you. The way he had acted while Jimin and him were building the nest you had just crawled out of. 

“But what about..about pillows built against the wall?” Jin mumbled, his eyes moving from Jimin to you, where you were awkwardly sitting, your arms wrapped around  your middle, watching the two omega deconstruct the quickly made nest Jimin had built prior, and putting together a bigger one. Furs had been dragged up the stairs and pillows apond pillows were surrounding the bed. Jin was in the center as Jimin was huffing as he kneaded and moved furs to the side.

“Hyung, why are you asking?” Jimin mumbled making the tops of Jin’s ears turn red as he huffed and smacked the back of Jimin's head making the Omega huff as your eyes widened at the eldest actions. Jin's eyes looked to you as he suddenly shrunk in on himself as he puffed out as you stood up and moved towards the nest making Jimin chuckle at Jin's reaction at you moving closer to the nest. Jin's eyes casted down as you tilt yours, Jimin continues  keading and moving things around as Jin finally looks up at you.

“Sorry..I just..want to be perfect.” He mumbled, making you blink rapidly at him as you slowly crawled onto the bed and inside the nest. Resting on your knees you look around and shrug.

“I..I don't really know how to nest..haven't done it since I was a pup..the Alphas didn’t enjoy them.” Your words had both Jin and Jimin whimpering as Jin suddenly wrapped himself around you, his nose nudging your scent gland. 

“Here..here you can nest all you want.” Jin mumbled, making you nod as you pull back and look at him, cupping his cheek, whipping a tear that was falling down his face as the spicy sweet scent of cinnamon swarms the room mixing with Jimin's sweet sticky scent of caramel apples. “I’ll teach you..teach you how to nest.and how important it is to Omegas.” Jin murmured, making you nod as you leaned in and pressed the tip of your nose to his, making the red from his ears spread down to his cheeks as he cleared his throat.  “Then maybe you can build me a nest..one day.” he mumbled, making Jimin giggle as you looked over at the smaller male.

“Jinnie feels small around you.” Your eyes cast back over to Jin who was now cupping his hands over his cheeks when your eyes met his. His face bright red, and his body pretty much curling in on himself as you moved closer to him, your hand moving to grab one of his hands pressing a kiss to the back of it making Jin huff as he practically throws himself onto the bed and away from you. “Look how red you made him.” Jimin teased, making you giggle slightly at him making Jin playfully growl at the two of you.

“Shut up.” 

Wandering down the stairs, as slowly as you could, you came across another dilemma, how to pass the Head Alpha and Head Betas room without waking them. Not only because you didn’t want to disturb their sleep, but you also really just needed to be alone. As you sneak past the doors, you are greeted with a pitch black sitting area, and then the sound of a loud gush of wind has you walking towards the sliding glass door. Opening it, you step outside your skin turning as you feel how the hair on your arms stand on end as the cold air of winter blows, moving you shut the door behind you. Eyes looking out you start to see the white dust of snow covering the tall grass of the field making you feel your smile lift at the end of your lips as you move to sit on the swing.

Your eyes stare off, knees to your chest hand clasped together at your shins as you watch the snow fall. The wind blows and a gust of snow rolls onto the wooden porch, the swing moving you gently forward and back as you listen to the howling of the storm. The morning sky is barely visible, covered by the dark clouds. The trees swaying with the wind, snow frosting the leaves, and see swirls of shapes forming in the snow fall. The cold air burns your toes and fingers, that warm burn spreads all over your exposed skin as you let out a deep breath, the coldness catching it making it into a cloud.

"She she's not in the nest Alpha. Omega isn't in Minnie's nest." A panic voice cries from inside making your body tense,your mind crying out for you to go inside and show Jimin that you were safe, yet you didn't move. Not because you wanted to cause more worry, no, you just felt the need to be outside. Having been outside for the past eight years, being inside felt as if you were suffocating. Be scented, hand fed, having a nest built for you and just having people care for you felt suffocating. You also feel undeserving of all of the acts that your mates have done for you. From the simple act of bringing clothes, to the making of food. How your Alpha insisted on cleaning up after you, to your Betas doting over you and your Omegas never leaving your side. You don't understand this life, don't understand mated packs, let alone have any knowledge on how to handle letting your Omega to possibly reenter your life, which would be giving up some of your control you have over yourself and your emotions to that part of you.

"Her scent is still strong Jimin,  she couldn't be far." Yoongi's voice calls, it has your eyes blinking rapidly and your heart rate picks up. The lingering fear of his Alpha command that you had felt the other day still sticking in your system. It has you tightly closing your eyes as you bury your head into your chest, the sound of bare feet and panic inside as you breathing quicken, and when the sliding glass door opens you feel the fear thicken in your veins. Cracked black pepper twisted in the air, it has your nose twitching as you felt tears gather in your eyes with how tightly you held them shut. "I found her, tell Jimin I'll bring her up to him in a bit." His voice made the hair on your arms stand on end as you hear the door shut then the sound of a breath passing through teeth, almost a hiss like sound. "Its pretty fucking cold out here....why don't we go inside." Silence. "Omega come on, let go get you warm...Jin and Jimin can warm you up in that nest they built for you." Silence. "Y/n." Silence. 

In that moment you don't know if he just accepted that you were gonna reply if what, but he joins you on the swing. His hips pressing against yours, tingles spreading into your muscle as you felt the need to peak over at him. His dark hair was falling into his eyes, as he looks off watching the snowfall, his clothing was almost matching yours shorts and a long sleeved top. His pale skin was almost glowing against the cold air, he takes a deep breath in and looks over at you. Eyes meeting each other as he sighs as leans closer making your breath hitch in the back of your throat. Watching as his pink tongue pokes out and touches his chapped lips, his nose almost brushing your temple. Heat spreads across your body as he pulls back and gives you a soft gummy smile.

"Wanna..wanna go for a run?" Your head lifts slightly from your knees, his eyes finally pulling from yours as he stood up and looked at you. Your eyes following him as he lifts his shirt, as it moved across his skin you saw the way that though he was skinnier than Jungkook and Namjoon he was still ripped. His Alpha hormones naturally defined his muscles, his body toner than any Beta or Omega could be. He steps off the porch and into the snow, your head lifting when you watch as he shifts, his shorts ripping in the air as dark chocolate fur spreads across his skin as his body shakes, the amber eyes of his staring right at you as he sits down. The snow frosting the ends of his fur coat as he stares at you, his eyes bright yet not as bright as you had seen with Namjoons but just as spine chilling.  

You watch as his fluffy tail flicks back and forth when he suddenly snaps at the air making you lift your head and tilt your head as he lifts himself on his high legs and jumps. Suddenly he was spinning trying to catch his tail between his teeth making you drop your legs from your chest. Your bare feet pressing against the cold wooden floor below, your hands sliding to rest on either side of you as you grip the swing as you watch the way his body moves around. Your skin started itching as you took a deep breath in as your felt the want, the need to shift was crossing through your veins as you let out a huff and stood up, Sliding the sweater off of yourself you watch as his wolf once he caught your nude form look away just as quickly a she looked at you. You fight off a small smile and blush at the thought of him seeing you, though you push it away as you jump off of the porch and shift. 

As you stand next to him you see how similar your coats were, your coat just a shade darker yet his coat was healthier and fuller than your own. It made you feel slightly insecure yet the way his nose nudged under your chin as you felt his tail brush under anda across your belly had your heart beating rapidly as he suddenly nipped at you. It has a growl passing your lips as you lift your head above his making his ears push back against his head as his lips curled as he slowly lowered himself down to the ground then suddenly you took off. He quickly follows after you, his teeth nipping at your tail as you move into the trees as the two of you weave around the tree till he suddenly jumps, making you be pushed down into the snow. Rolling onto your belly he stands above you. Paws on either side of your head as his nose presses against your neck making you shutter as he lays against you. He dropped his complet body weight against your making you huff as he suddenly starts to lick at your neck, and up your jaw. The feeling of his tongue running across your fur had you shutting your eyes, enjoying the feeling of being groomed. Your head turning to the side a syou feel the way his tongue slides across your nose as he pulls back and grunts at you. His body rolling off of yours making you see the way he laid in the snow, making you nudge your nose against his cheek making him huff. Your head pulls back as you see the way his tail swishes in the snow, when you hear a voice calling out.

“Yoongi? Y/n?” Namjoons voice calls out making Yoongi stand,  his nose nudging under your snot making you follow as the two of you start to follow Namjoon's voice. As you do the two of your bump your hips together as the two of your finally leave the tree line, where you see a slightly anxious looking Namjoon and Jin making you move forward faster the Yoongi as you move to stand in front of Jin, nose nudging against his thigh a she giggles down a you.

“Enjoying the snowfall I see.”

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i will never emotionally recover from this chapter. even if everything is fixed and everyone accepts tae, I will be forever scarred by the emotions this made me feel.

how li can make me go from ripping my cheeks apart by smiling and kicking my legs in the air to hiding underneath my blankets viciously sobbing I will never understand and i don’t think i wish to know how to understand.

Before I Leave You (Pt.38)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Everything sort of falls apart, but you and Namjoon help it all fall back together.

Pairings: Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin, Beta! Yoongi,

Tags: Angst, hurt/comfort, implied sexual content, m/m, yoonjin, secrets, Verbal arguments, Shame, Dysphoria, Trans characters, passive Suicidal thoughts, Tae never acts on them or thinks about acting on them- she just thinks them,

W/c: 13.0k

A/n: my intent with depicting Tae’s unaliveing thoughts after the haircut is to show a realistic emotional depiction of what it is to be trans. The overwhelming majority (97%) of trans people have suicidal thoughts at one point in their lives. I don’t think I’ve written it to be very triggering- it’s more passive in that sense. Tae immediately goes into all the reasons why she could never and would never hurt herself.  

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Things always go to shit on the simplest of days, but then again- heat did only take the simplest spark to make fire. Destruction is only ever a singular match away and hearts are terribly flammable these days.

More than one packmate will be sitting heartbroken and lonely by the end of this one. 

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this fic was a rollercoaster from start to end, and i was crying with laughter throughout most of it.

rip my homie mr flipper, gone too soon 💔

Death at a Funeral

Genre: dad!bts, crack au, hoseok x reader, bts x ocs, established relationship au, married au, domestic au, fluff, oc son and daughter

Warnings: everyone is a bad parent and everyone is a bad friend, frequent profanity, unintentional drugging, hangover mention, mistaking of a blow dryer as a gun, funeral setting, death of an animal, majorly stressed characters, children not gentle childrening, road rage instance, jin

Summary: You, Hoseok, and the rest of the boys were quickly realizing the lengths that parenting could drive you to. But being forced into hosting a legitimate funeral for a pet bird was not something you thought you’d need to be prepared for when you chose to have kids. When every possible worst scenario manages to take place, all the knowledge from your parenting books flies out of the window.

based on the 2010 comedy film, Death at a Funeral.

Word Count: 14.5k

A/N: Hello !! If you haven’t already seen it, I highly recommend watching the actual movie if you like this fic. It is so, so funny. I thought up a version with HSH p much for shits and giggles, lol. Thank you for reading :)) Let me know any thoughts!

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Screams flood their way through your home once again. Hoseok is stood at the front of the room with a ripped sheet of notebook between his fingers. It threatens to fall to the ground in his weak grip.

Sage and Hui, just five and seven, are shaking in your arms. To say your kids were traumatized, would be an understatement. 

“Daddy, you killed him!” Yoo-jung cries, clinging to Namjoon and steering clear of her father. 

Beside you, Jin’s wife merely stares, unable to wrap her head around the scene before her. “Jin, you did what?” she questions timidly. 

Just seats away from you, Taehyung is sobbing relentlessly. He’s unable to be consoled by Jimin or Jungkook who are seated by his side. 

You return your attention to the front of the room where your husband stands frozen behind the deceased body sprawled below him.  

“What have we done?” you whisper to yourself.

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mr set me free yoongi owns me…

Set Me Free 12 | myg (FINAL)

❥❥ Pairing: yoongi x female reader

❥❥ Genre: arranged marriage au, angst, fluff, smut

❥❥ Summary: Growing up as the sole heiress to your father’s fortune wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. In desperate need to escape your home life, you enter into an unexpected arrangement with the infamous Min Yoongi. Will the both of you be able to find freedom, happiness and possibly love?

❥❥ Chapter Title: Swan Song

❥❥ Word Count: 12.7k

❥❥ Chapter Warnings: cursing, anxiety and insecurities, unprotected penetrative sex

❥❥ Author’s Notes: It’s here! The final chapter of Set Me Free is finally here. Sorry that it took me so long to complete this, but I am really happy and proud of this series. Thank you to everyone who has ever read a single word from this fic and shown it support. I am so grateful to you all. I hope you enjoy! I will be posting the epilogue for this in the coming weeks.

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Yoongi always wondered what would happen when it was all over – when the music stopped, when the curtains closed, when he no longer felt the familiar beating of his heart. In the end, would they remember him as he was, in all his glory, or would they simply cast him aside like a nobody?

If life had taught him one thing, it was the inevitability of loss. At some point, despite his best efforts, it all just fades to black.

Believing this wholeheartedly, he resigned himself to a life of nothingness, tarnishing his reputation and throwing away every good opportunity that came his way. Regardless of it all, he was more than fine to carry on living his life this way forever.

To Yoongi, nothing meant anything.

Until he met you.

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i’m sad that this series has ended but i’m also happy that it ended on a good note.

this is an impeccable yoongi series that i not only recommend because RK is (i hope) a close friend of mine, but she’s amazing at writing.

if i could engrave a fic on the inside of my eyelids so i could read it while i sleep, this would be it. my compliments to the chef.

Set Me Free - Epilogue | myg

❥❥ Pairing: yoongi x female reader

❥❥ Genre: arranged marriage au, angst, fluff, smut

❥❥ Summary: Growing up as the sole heiress to your father’s fortune wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. In desperate need to escape your home life, you enter into an unexpected arrangement with the infamous Min Yoongi. Will the both of you be able to find freedom, happiness and possibly love?

❥❥ Chapter Title: Epilogue 

❥❥ Word Count: 1.8k

❥❥ Chapter Warnings: none

❥❥ Author’s Notes: …That’s all she wrote. 

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3 Years Later 

“Agust D! Agust D!”

The steady thrum of chants collide with the pulsing bass pumping through the stadium, each note like a shot of adrenaline in Yoongi’s veins. The sea of people pound their feet into the ground, keeping in time with the music. A faint hint of static buzzes through his ear piece as he brings the microphone up to his lips. 

It’s in these moments that Yoongi felt the most at home.

“Make some noise!” A thunderous applause explodes from the audience, punctuated by a series of piercing screams from his fans. “I just wanted to take a moment to thank you all for coming out tonight. It means the world to me to be back on stage like this. I couldn’t have done it without all your love and support…This is the last song of the evening, so I figured we’d do something special.”

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this ! THIS! THIS!!

this motherfrickin fic owns me. i am simply in love. i am laying on my back, phone clutched to my chest while i kick my feet in the air like some love struck 13 year old but i simply don’t care.

this fic. *chefs kiss*

storm clouds at midnight

pairing: poly!ot8 stray kids x fem!reader [werewolf! au]

warnings: minors dni!! extremely suggestive themes!! this is NSFW but there is no explicit smut, cursing, probably the closest to smut I’ve written, predator/prey, chasing, suggestive content is 100% consensual by all parties, vampires are assholes, fear, blood, biting, minor mentions of reader not liking their body (no reference to size/shape), the boys are dirty-minded, a lot of teasing, dirty talk, a little choking, sub!reader, seriously this is probably mostly definitely smut so minors dniI!! there are member x member relationships in this

word count: 26.3k (ok I know I’m insane)

a/n: ok,,, listen I was supposed to write like four other things and not this… but maxident came out and I’ve been in my skz feels sooo this is the result. also yes! this is in the same universe as dewdrops at dawn (two different places with two different views of the supernatural) also,,, I am physically incapable of writing non-soulmate au’s it seems 

again, this work is considered NSFW, please do not interact if you are a minor. 

You knew the wolves were there from the moment you moved in. 

Even despite the little power you possessed, you could recognize the enchanting magical aura that lingered in the depths of the dark forest. Without a doubt in your mind, you knew that werewolves resided in the trees beyond your home. In the small clearing at the edge of the woodside town, you could feel the surge of power that marked the boundary of their territory. Despite lacking the keen senses of their kind, you can still feel the border flicker with their strength when you toe the line. 

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loving so far!! reblogging so I can keep my beady eyes on it and any updates 👁👁

Feels Like Home - OT7

summary: Emotional Support Werewolves. You never thought you’d hear those words in the same sentence. As a beta yourself, it should be insulting. It would be if it weren’t for the fact the Bangtan pack provides these services to other werewolves separated from their packs. Your refusal to take advantage of such services only lasts until one difficult night in particular, where being separated from your parents’ pack is too hard to handle on your own. Who knew your roommate’s insistence would eventually win you over?

pairing(s): ot7 x f!reader, ot7 x ot7, ot7 x original characters

genre: written fic with some smau chapters, Werewolf AU, college AU, ABO verse, fluff, (some) angst, eventual romance, comedy

rating: pg13 (probably with explicit drabbles/extras)

warnings: Some swearing. The mc will also be struggling with her sexuality in this one and will fall within the asexual spectrum. Terms may be used in this story that don’t make sense to readers, but I will always explain them in context. Due to this being a learning experience for the mc, there will be lots of talk about the way she feels, how it differs from other people, etc. This story will greatly center around fluff and affection that borders on romantic, but is rarely ever sexual. I don’t foresee this story needing many warnings, but if anything comes up I will add more here and to each chapter. I have a loose plotline, but this is a story I’m mostly making up as I go. That’s a warning in itself lmao. I hope you enjoy the crazy ride with me!

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status: ongoing ♾

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Chapter 7 📱

i hope y/n knows i’d die to protect her.

AND JUNGKOOK SOBBING? we love being overwhelmed with happiness to the point of being reduced to tears in this house.

i hope the omega voice coming back ain’t gonna fuck anything up, y/n is unstable as it is, nevermind with a new thought process to boot.

Time-OT7 Werewolf AU

Chapter Ten:  Always Been Here

Summary: Time. It’s always passing by, always changing things that you wish stayed the same. It brought the good and it brought the bad, hell it brought the down right best time in your life. The best thing in your life came with time. It came with some stumbled steps, tough spots…it came with time.

Pairing: Werewolf!BTS X Werewolf!reader

Warning: Angst, mentions of violence, sexual assault, blood, gore, sex, matting, bitting, knotting, insecurities, slow burn. Fluff, and just one of my stories tbh.

An: I had to post this through my mobile so I wasn’t able to add the read more thingy-Also merry Christmas!! And happy holidays! I hope you’re having a good old time and I hope you like this chapter! More post soon before the new year hopefully my laptop will work lolol

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Watching Jungkook move about his room was interesting.

He had dragged you into the dark room right after he had finished his food-which he only started eating after he had finished feeding you. He had practically carried you, which only ended when Namjoon growled at him to be careful and you had almost dug a chunk of his shoulder out with your nails. Yet the panic had quickly gone when you entered the room, his scent swarmed around you and it almost felt like home.

The walls were a dark gray, with an even darker line going all the way around the room, drawing after drawing on the walls a L-shape desk tucked in the corner by the window, the bed was just a large mattress in the middle of the room. It had a mountain of pillows on one end and a pile of blankets at the other. If Jin and Jimins room were clean-and Hoseoks was slightly cluttered than this-this room was a mess. Clothes were spread out, and arts supplies were scattered on any part of the room. Yet it seemed like everything had a place in Jungkook’s mind-cause he was finding everything he wanted to with ease.He had stuck you in the chair in front of his desk, piling clothes onto your lap then a blanket as he stopped in front of you.

“Okay so I got you some shirts and sweaters- they might need to be cleaned-but they’ll work for now- also I found a pair of sweats that are too tight on me so hopefully they’ll fit- if not we can just give them to Minnie.” He rambled his hand moving through his hair, his lips being rolled between his teeth as he looked at you then to the floor. “Do you like to draw? I can give you some of my stuff to do so?”

“I dont…I dont know how?” You mumble head tilting to the side as he juts his lower lip out at you.

“Did you not draw or color when you were little?” Shaking your head, it made him whine as he looked down, twisting his fingers into his shirt, your own eyes moving away from him down to the pile of things in your lap. “That..that sucks.” He awkwardly says making you look up as you hear him huff and walks towards you. “How about…how about after I show you the property when the hyungs take us to the human market I can get you a coloring book and we can start from there?”

“I like the sound of that.” he smiles brightly at you as he leaned forward, his forehead pressing against yours as he rolls it slightly against yours. ‘Why..why do you guys keep doing that?” You whisper when he pulls away, his eyes widening as a red tint grows on his cheeks.

“Oh uh..I never had to explain things to anyone, give me a second.” he awkwardly chuckles his body moving to his bed as he gulps and looks back up at you. “Okay, so like it’s a pack thing? Like even family packs do it, it’s like..like a reassurance that everythings gonna be okay? Like I’m here for you, we got this and stuff like that. In a mated pack..like ours though it means more? Especially since we are trying to court you we want a physical connection that doesn’t overstep a boundary like scenting can or suckling.”

“Oh.” You mumble, blinking rapidly as you process the information given to you. “So it’s a thing of affection?” You ask, head tilting as you look at him, his eye having a shimmery look as he nods.

“Yeah pretty much, but also respect and in most cases acceptance?” You nod again as you stand, holding the pile of things and placing them on the seat you were once in. Moving to stand between his legs you watch as you see his big doe like eyes looking up at you, your heart pounding as you debate your next move-deciding to just do it you take a deep breath in. Moving down you press your forehead to his, making him close his eyes, his large hands reaching up, shaking even after they’re against your waist. A labored breath passes his lips, though as you pull back, a lot quicker than your mind was telling you, you still couldn’t help but give him a soft smile. He had his eyes closed as your hands awkwardly hung there, wanting to touch but unsure of what to touch.

“Did I do that right?” You mumble stepping back and out from between his thighs as he nodded, dropping his hands onto the tops of his thighs as he smiled. Then the sound of a sob escapes from his lips, head hanging down as his elbows move to the tops of his thighs, head falling into his palms as his shoulders shake. What the fuck?

You stood there frozen-lips parted eyes wide and honestly debating whether to run away from the crying Alpha or to find some way to comfort him. Even the thought of just standing there till he stops crosses your thoughts for a split second. As well as just jumping out of his bedroom window-the drop isn’t that bad if you really think about it.

Comfort Alpha.

A choked breath sweeps from the back of your mind-it had a vibrating feeling go down your spine- the voice so similar as to yours yet so different at the same time. It was faint- and sounded like it was gasping for air-yet you felt compelled to listen. So you did.

Moving forward,back between his legs, you slowly put your hand on top of his head, making the crying Alpha sob louder. The exact opposite of what you were expecting. It made you want to whine-to crawl into his lap and be nothing but small. And it was scaring you. Touching him was scaring you if you were being honest to yourself. Yet you follow through with what you started to do, the hand on top of his head weaving through his hair as your other hand moves to his shoulder. Squeezing it as you suddenly feel his face bury itself into your stomach, arms caging you to him.

Scent Alpha.

Okay that one made you jump- which ironically pushed Jungkook away-his red wet eyes staring up at you as you clear your throat. Taking a deep breath in you gives him a soft smile-well you try to. Cause clearly with the way his face twists and his arms drop from your waits it wasn’t a good or convincing smile at all.

“Sorry-didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” His whispers make you shake your hand moving to crouch down in front of him as you sign.

“Not your fault.” You mumble hands moving to the tops of his thighs as you look anywhere but him.”I-I uh I don’t know how to-to comfort people.” You pause as you take a deep breath and look up at him. “Crying makes me feel awkward.” Your word had a small smile curling at the edge of his lips as a soft chuckle passed his lips.

“So it’s not just because it’s me.” He mumbled making you shake your head.

“No-it’s just the crying-like I probably wouldn’t have done that weird forehead thing with you if I knew you’d cry. Like what the heck-wolfs are odd.” You ramble eyes flicking around his face as he lets out a snort, hand moving to rub under his eyes as the other falls onto your hands.

“Sorry-I wasn’t planning on crying-I just I’ve waited so long to just be near you- and for you to do that and just pretty much say you accept me just-“ Tears cut him off. Big fat ones this time and it makes you want to actually run this time. “Now I’m crying again.” He sobs out making you nod as he squeezes your hand.

“Yes.Yes you are.” You mumble as he laughs yet the tears don’t stop falling down his cheeks. Namjoons scent drags under the door making you swallow and call out. “Namjoon! Come here please!” Within a few seconds the scent becomes stronger- along with the smell of lavender and lemon-Taehyung. The Alpha and Beta move quickly into the room as you look over your shoulder with wide eyes. “I think he broke-I’m so confused.” You whisper moving back onto your heels and falling onto your butt as the Beta lets out a soft laugh as he moves forward and wraps himself around Jungkook.

“Awe, is my baby crying? Hmm what did our sweet girl do?”

“Forehead bump.” Jungkook cries as he looks at the beta,lips pressed together as he lets out another sob. At this you hear Namjoon let out a soft laugh, his body moving to crouch next to yours as you look at the pack Alpha.

“Oh my sweet sweet baby boy.” Taehyung mumbles,moving back to see him rapidly pressing kisses all over Jungkooks face. A wisp of a whine echoes into your mind making you wince slightly as you look back to Namjoon.

“Get me out of here.” You whisper, making the Alpha nod, hand sticking out to pull you up with him as you watch as Taehyung’s hand moves up into Jungkook’s shirt.

“Such a sweet Alpha of course our sweet girl would accept such a sweet strong Alpha like you.” His words slurred out as Namjoon quickly shut Jungkook’s door behind you.

“I guess you’ll be stuck with me for the tour of the property.” He chuckles as you awkwardly nod as you follow after him-hands still interlocked. As he pulled you downstairs your head started to slightly throb in pain. “So Jimin found some snow boots for you to wear while we’re outside-and you’ll have to wear a sweater.”

“I don’t mind the cold.”

“My Alpha does-and he’ll freak out if you look even the littlest cold.” Namjoon mumbled, making you look at the back of his head as he stopped at his bedroom door, dropping your hand as he pushed it open. “And I’d hate to do what I did yesterday to you again.” He mumbled as you nod-eyes trailing around his room.

His walls were a warm toned off white-paintings hung on the walls and wall to wall bookshelves filled with books after books. His bed pushes into the center, Bookshelves on either side with the same fake vines that you had seen on his door moving up and down each wooden shelf. His room felt warm-it felt cozy.

It felt like Namjoon.

“Here this one will work!” He says a smile on his face as he walks of what you assumed was a closet. His dimples show as he walks up to you and holds up a large green sweater. “I don’t know who’s this is if I’m being honest-but it’s thick and big enough and yeah.” You smile boxing as you take the sweatshirt and pull it over your head. It was cozy-not soft but not rough on the inside. It felt heavy and honestly made you feel somewhat bulky in a way. “Cute.” Namjoon whispers, making you look into his eyes for a split second. A purr pushes involuntarily past your lips making you freeze as you look at Namjoon who seemed to have melted away with the way his shoulders dropped and his dopey dimpled smile was plastered on his face. The throbbing in your head intensifies, making you reach up and press against the side of it as Namjoon seems to snap out of his thoughts. “What’s wrong? You’re wincing- and you winced upstairs. Did you hurt yourself this morning while playing?”

“No-just a headache.” You whisper, making him frown as he moves forward, pressing his hand to the side of your head as you give him a soft smile. “I’m good.” You whisper,stepping back slightly as you take a deep breath in. “So…where to first?”

“We’ll start outside then we’ll work our way in, how does that sound?” You nod as his hand moves to grab yours, making you fall in toe with him as he moves the two of you to the dining room, boot and long socks resting next to the table. As you move to pull the socks on you drop Namjoon’s hand-and that voice seems to try to speak out to you again. Your vision blurts for a split second making you slightly tip, almost falling making Namjoon catch you. “Are you sure you’ll be okay to go around? You can always go up to Jimin’s room for a nap and we can move it to later?” His words had you shaking your head as you swallow and looking up to his face, body swaying as you stumble forward into his chest.”yeah no-you are going into the nest right now.”

“No I’ll be-be fine.” You mumbled you hands shaking as he wrap his arm under you knees and lifting as you fell into his chest.

Nest.

The voice echos-almost yells it had you whining as you feel the way Namjoon moves-his body going up the stairs as you suddenly smell sweet apples.

“Alpha? Y/n! What’s wrong?” Jimin’s voice cries out as you are placed down, arms wrapping around you as the feeling of warmth surrounds you.

Omega.Safe. Safe.

“Y/n.” Jimins voice mumbled, it sounded distant yet so close. His lips brushing against your cheek as his hands held you tightly against his body. Yet you felt as if you weren’t there, you could almost see yourself curled next to him in the nest he and Jin had built the night before. Yet you weren’t actually there. “How can I help?” You hear Jimin whisper, his nose nuzzling closer as you as he draped his leg over your waist.

“My head.” You whimper, his hands quickly moving to press against either side of your head as he pushes it under his chin. “Voice.” You whisper, as you pull back eyes opening as you look at him, his hand slipping down your neck as you feel tears building. Making fear build up your throat.

“Voice? What is it saying?”

“Safe?” You whisper as you close your eyes, head moving to bury yourself back into his chest.

You’re safe now.

The voice calls again- the ringing in your ears growing-and suddenly you feel a snap in the back of your head making you groan as you tighten your grip on what you assumed was Jimin’s shirt. You felt the way your body was being clutched yet you couldn’t hear anything-couldn’t open your eyes.

“I don’t understand.” You cried out- hearing the whine of your own voice made you want to shrink further into yourself.

I had to leave-you weren’t safe with the connection.

“Why?”

You had to be strong-you couldn’t be strong with me around.…but now you don’t have to be strong on your own anymore.

I don’t want you back. Not if you’re what I think you are

Your voice couldn’t escape your lungs even if you wanted them too. Not with how you were feeling-but it almost felt like the voice was wrapping a hand around your throat-cutting your voice off.

But I’m here. And I’m not leaving again- you found our mates on your own without me-you have survived without me because I knew you wouldn’t have lived with me in your ear.

I have been just fine without you, I have survived heats-hunters Alphas that had chased me from one place to the next. I don’t need you.

You don’t need me? You don’t need ME? You wouldn’t have been able to handle half of it without me. Just cause our connection wasn’t there DOESNT me I wasn’t there. I was there every heat-making sure you didn’t fall too deep- I was pushing my strength through you when you were running from Hunters and lone wolves- I was there during every moment. You don’t need me? You wouldn’t have made it without me. You just wouldn’t have been able to handle knowing I was there.

Then why did you leave? Why did you let our connection break?

You think you would’ve survived on your own if I was there? I might’ve been helping you in the background but having me there-with the memories I hold and the anxiety I have would not have made it easy on you. You are an Omega-I am an Omega-my knowledge isn’t what you needed. How to make a nest or how to drop and comfort an Alpha isn’t what you needed.

You make me weak.

I make you feel.

Weak. I’m weak with you. I don’t want you here. Leave.

No.

Leave.

No. Now let our Omega comfort us.

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i know next to nothing about hockey, but i am in love with this fic.

the pining between y/n and jungkook? *chef kiss*

the sexual chemistry between jimin and y/n? *chef kiss*

the surprising romantic chemistry between jimin and jungkook? my legs are up in the air kicking and screaming.

i would die for this trio

break the ice; part 2.

jeon jungkook x fem!reader x park jimin

genre. hockey au, friends to lovers, smut, comedy, fluff

There are three rules to become an official Puck Bunny:

1. You have to love hockey. No exceptions. 2. You have to had slept with at least three hockey players. Starters, no benchwarmers. 3. And most importantly, have fun!

warnings. threesome (mmf, with some male on male action), dom!jimin, switch!jungkook, sub!reader, voyeurism, thigh riding, degradation, overstimulation, edging, oral sex, breath play, spanking, ass play and anal sex, slight cumplay and cum-eating, squirting 01 | 02 (finale)

Monday – Game 5

Over the weekend, Jungkook had shut himself inside an indoor skating rink that he used to go to a lot when he was a kid. The owner was an old friend of his father so he was more than glad to see Jungkook again and to let him occupy half the rink to practice alone. The change of scenery was to clear his head. He even went as far as to sleep at one of those grimy love motels close by the skating rink because if he had stayed on campus, no doubt he would have gotten a visit from Taehyung or Yugyeom. He just didn’t want to see anyone he knows.

With his phone turned completely off - no way for anyone to contact him or vice versa - it was just him and the ice for the entire weekend. He took his anger and frustration out on the empty goal post, and yeah, he might have scared some of the children on the other side of the rink, but it was a somewhat good outlet for all his emotions. It would have been a lot better if his goals percentage wasn’t at an all-time low. Even though there wasn’t anyone or anything blocking the net, he was missing shots left and right. Usually, he would get 4 out of 5 shots, but now, it was more like 2 out of 10. It was bad; really, really bad.

In the end, his mind was still all sorts of distracted with thoughts of Y/N. The getaway was a complete bust, that’s for sure.

When Monday arrives, Jungkook should have known that his little AWOL stint wouldn’t go over well with his friends and teammates. His rude awakening comes as soon as he steps into the locker room to get ready for the game that night. With no time to react, he finds himself under Taehyung’s headlock.

“What the fuck, Jeon!? Where the hell were you!? Why did you have your phone off all weekend?!”

Jungkook grunts in pain, blinking up at his other best friend for help from the mad man that has him trapped. Yugyeom just glares in return, arms crossed and so clearly pissed off. “Don’t give me those bigass, stupidass, sparkling–” Yugyeom quickly shakes his head when he feels himself wavering and about to give in, “– stupidass eyes! You’re a large sack of dildos, you know that? Tae’s actually going a lot easier on you than if I were to do it!”

The other guys join in, surrounding Jungkook to either mess up his hair as a punishment or hurl insults that attack his manhood. As they hassle him, Jungkook finds himself smiling. Despite their odd ways of showing it, Jungkook knows his teammates were just worried about him.

“Whoa, what the fuck is going on here?!” Jong1 frantically asks once he comes back into the room after having a taxing talk with their coach in the room over, only to see his team clustered together and heckling loudly. Rushing to the centre of the circle to find Jungkook and Taehyung, the frenzied captain frees Jungkook from Taehyung’s grasp. With a hand against both their chest, he separates the two friends by a large gap. “Guys, this isn’t the time to fight!”

“We weren’t really fighting!” Taehyung assures, laughing at Jong1. “You gotta relax, my dude.”

Jong3 smacks the back of Taehyung’s head, telling him to give their captain a break and to stop speaking informally. Taehyung sulks, rubbing the back of his head while correcting himself, “Sorry, hyung.”

“It’s fine,” Jong1 says, warily looking between Jungkook and Taehyung again. “But are you sure you guys are good?”

They nod and their captain breathes a sigh of relief. That’s one less problem he has to worry about. Now onto the next problem…

“What about you? Did you let off steam like you promised me you would?” Jong1 questions Jungkook. His captain was one of the few people Jungkook had told about his whereabouts during the weekend. Jungkook knew Jong1 already has a lot of anxiety because of school, the finals games, and the scouts watching… He didn’t want to be another addition to the captain’s stress.

Though Jungkook nods at the question, Jong1 catches onto the millisecond of hesitation from the younger boy. “You can always sit out today’s game, Jungkook. Just let me know, I’ve already talked to Coach.”

“No, it’s all good!” Jungkook quickly insists. “I…” He recalls his shitty goals to miss ratio. Maybe, he should just be benched for this one game. It’s just one game, no big deal. But he’s far too proud to admit he wasn’t in the best shape to play. Just like he was far too proud to call Y/N and apologize. Grinning weakly, he lies through his teeth, “I’m good to play, hyung.”

Jong1 regards Jungkook for a few more seconds, he was not falling for the younger man’s BS. Coach said he’s going to allow Jong1 to call all the shots in the last few games since, so he can easily let Jungkook rest this game and have the maknae step in. It would be for the best, Jong1 thinks rationally to himself, but then the damn Golden Boy’s doe-eyes is still fixed on him, big and brown and silently begging him to stay in play.

God, damn it, was the captain’s last thought before he chooses to let it go with a nod of his head, then orders his team to go back to getting ready.

The advantage of home games is the vast amount of support that one doesn’t typically garner at away games. It’s scientifically proven that sports teams have a better chance of winning when on home turf because of the love they receive while there, fueling up their egos and adrenaline. And yet, as Jungkook – someone who typically feeds off on praises and admiration – hears the roaring cheers of the crowd in the stadium, chanting for the Yonsei team, chanting for him; he still felt anxious and sick to his stomach. Those are not feelings he’s used to having when he’s about to play.

Like second nature to him, Jungkook eyes search for Y/N when he steps into the ice even though he didn’t really have the guts to face her right now. He wasn’t angry with her anymore. As a matter of fact, he was just really embarrassed. He realized that punching Jimin was so childish. What right did he have to do that? It’s not like he’s her boyfriend – as much as he’d like to be. The jealous act he pulled makes him cringe so badly the more and more he thought about it. He tried to convince himself that he was just looking out for Y/N as her best friend – it did not work.

Although he was the one who told Y/N not come to the game, he frowns dejectedly when he doesn’t see her. He hadn’t expected her to listen to him. He was sure that the girls would have convinced her to come. They probably tried, seeing as they were all giving him the darkest of looks from the front row where they usually sit. Was she too upset by the things he had said to come? Was she angry with him? He wouldn’t blame her if she was.

Jungkook bites at his lower lips, too preoccupied with all these thoughts to sing along to the Korean National anthem playing through the speakers. Across from where his team was lined up was the Korea University team, also standing in attention.

Feeling eyes on him, Jungkook turns his head and spots the blond-haired man diagonal from him with his head tilted slightly to the side, regarding Jungkook curiously. Jimin jumps slightly - startled and embarrassed that Jungkook caught him on the act - and quickly looks straight ahead as his rosy cheeks brightens a shade redder. While Jimin begins to mouth the words to the anthem, pretending that nothing had transpired, Jungkook continues to study at him.

The bruising around #7’s left cheekbones and the eye were starting to heal. It was still a bit purple but the edges are a combination of green and yellow, looking a lot better than how it did last Friday night. Still, the sight of it makes Jungkook scowl deeply because it makes him so mad at himself to know that he did that to the left winger.

Jungkook was no goon. He hated solving his problems on the ice by fighting, he’d rather solve it by beating their ass with multiple consecutive goals that ultimately lead to the other team’s soul-crushing defeat. Last year when that line brawl broke out during the Yonsei vs. Konkuk game, Jungkook opted out of the fight, skating to the side and away from all the fist throwing and jersey pulling happening in the centre of the ice. He just thought it’s really pointless to fight during the game, eating up time when they could be playing; so he’s really disappointed in himself for what he did. Even Jooheon – the official unofficial enforcer of the team, the guy who lives for shit to go down with the opposing team – clearly frowned upon it, reminding Jungkook after the game last week that it’s not a good fight if one half of the party isn’t participating.

His teammate was right; it was a low blow of Jungkook to punch #7 multiple times when the guy didn’t even have the chance to react and to defend himself. Jungkook tells himself that he won’t stoop that low again.

As the anthem ends and the players disperse to their starting spots, Jungkook realizes - as he watches the blond skate away - that Y/N was not the only person he had to apologize to.

The first period ends with zeros on both sides of the scoreboard.

The Yonsei team heads back to their locker room during the intermission with mixed feelings of dissatisfaction, optimism, and exhaustion. Although it would have been better if they had the lead with even just a single point, they’re not complaining about the tie.

While the other guys were using their break time wisely – re-taping, tending their injuries, going to pee (or, uh… number 2 – these games can get very stressful), and refueling with energy drinks from one of the companies sponsoring the team – Jungkook sits on the bench of his locker stall, staring at the message on his phone screen that plagued his mind all weekend long.

[Saturday 12:42 AM] Y/N —i’m sorry —i miss you

God only knows how many times he tried and failed to send her a reply back over the course of the weekend. Drafts after drafts of deleted text messages were made; some long, some short, some angry, some sad, but almost all ended with him writing the same thing she did.

‘I miss you too’

And here he was, trying again:

so i didn’t see you at the game? i know i told you not to come but i didn’t really mean it? you could still come… the first period just ended, if you want to come watch… where are you anyway? are you going to co—

Beyond frustrated, Jungkook deletes the text while he ruffles his hand through his hair. How many times was he going to not-so-subtly ask her to come to the game? And why couldn’t he admit defeat and tell her that he was the one acting like a jackass and that he doesn’t forgive her because there was nothing to forgive because he was the one in the wrong? It’s so hard to get his feelings out on text.

“Hey, are you checking up on Y/N? Is she better now?”

Jungkook nearly breaks his neck to whip his head to look at Jong2 who sits down at his own locker stall beside Jungkook’s, in the middle of putting on a fresh clean shirt.

“Better?! What happened to her?!” Jungkook asks anxiously, eyes widening with worry. His voice was so loud that in the already unruly and noisy room, he gets the attention of Jong3 and Doyoung as well.

“Wait, you don’t know? Y/N is—“

Before Jong3 can finish his sentence, the door bursts open and the feisty girl with the long, bright red hair enters the room and stands in the middle with one on her hip and the other raising up a large card. Jong2 sigh-chuckles, shaking his head as Yura yells while she scans her gaze around to every guy in the room, “Line up, doorknobs! It’s time to sign this ‘Get Well’ card for our darling, Y/N!”

Get well card?! Jungkook watches his teammates line up with no question, like they all knew Y/N’s condition. Taehyung and Yugyeom race to the front, pushing each other on the way, wanting to be the first one to sign the card.

Frozen in place, more questions disturbed his mind. Is she okay? Is she hurt?

A hand waves in front of Jungkook’s vision, and he looks up at Jong2 who places a reassuring hand on his shoulder to decrease the tension that visibly wracked Jungkook’s body. “Don’t worry, she’s just sick. I’m sure Yura will tell you how she’s doing if you ask… nicely.”

After nodding, Jungkook stands up and make his way to the front of the line. When he gets there, Yugyeom is still diligently writing his message against Taehyung’s back, and Yura flicks her eyes on him then quickly rolls them and looks back at Yugyeom, telling him to hurry up.

That’s not a good sign, Jungkook thinks. But as much as his noonas scare him, knowing about how Y/N was is much more important to him. “Yura-noona, is Y/N okay? How sick is she?”

“Oh?” Yura fakes a gasp, then glares at him. “Do you actually care?!”

“What the hell, Yura?! Of course, I care!” Jungkook answers with an offended huff as knots were starting to tie up in his stomach - his saliva heating up in his mouth and his breathing becoming shallow. If Yura thinks he didn’t care, was Y/N thinking the same? The thought made him feel nauseous.

“Well, color me surprised!” Yura exclaims with a tight smile before looking at the next person in line who was about to write on the card. She shakes her head as she states in the sweetest voice, far from how she was like when answering Jungkook, “Erm, no Donghyuk sweetie… Can Jooheon write for you? Your penmanship is, well, terrible.”

When the maknae of the team nods dejectedly and gives the pen to the man behind him, Yura turns her attention back to Jungkook, “If you must know, Y/N has been gravely ill all weekend. We almost even had to drive her to the hospital! That’s how sick she is—“

“Come on, Yura…” Jong2 sighs deeply, coming up behind Jungkook, who’s standing frozen in place with his doe-eyes wide and vacant. “That’s an obvious exaggeration, I talked to her yes—“

“I said what I said!” Yura snaps, cutting him off curtly. “If Jungkook cared enough about Y/N, he would know about her condition himself.”

“Give him a break, Yura,” Jong1 says, leaving the line to stand beside Jong2. “Whatever’s going on between him and Y/N, we shouldn’t interf–“

“AND WHY NOT?! She’s one of my best friends, of course I’m going to look out for her when assholes…”

As Yura continues to rant and the guys try to placate her infuriated mood, Jungkook has become deaf to all their voices. The only intrusive thought running over and over again in his mind was, “Y/N … gravely ill … hospital! … ill… grave… hospital… hospital…”

When the second period starts, his head wasn’t in the game at all.

The second period ends with a single score for Korea University. The captain pulls Jungkook aside during the intermission.

“Go,” Jong1 says, head tilting towards the door. Before Jungkook could even ask what?, the captain continues, “Go see Y/N.”

“But the gam—“

“We can handle it,” Jooheon exclaims with a bright, deep-dimpled smile towards Jungkook. “Trust your hyungs, and go make up with Y/N!”

The rest of the team bellow their agreement, all of them clearly hated seeing how distressed and down Jungkook has been throughout the game. It takes a few more minutes, but they convince him to go. Truthfully, he had wanted to leave earlier, but he didn’t want to let any of his teammates down. Now that he has their approval, it’s like a tiny bit of weight has been lifted from his shoulders. Though there are still some things bogging him down, like how he doesn’t know if Y/N will forgive him or not.

Once he was clothed in his regular clothes, Jungkook starts to bid goodbye and good luck to his teammates. Taehyung and Yugyeom hug him tight, both wishing him luck as well. Jungkook’s thankful for that because he feels like he really needs it.

“Jungkook.”

At the call of his name, Jungkook stops before he could reach the door and looks back at his captain.

“Remember, whatever happens in the third period, whether we win… or we lose… It’s not your fault. Just promise me that when you come back for Wednesday’s game, you’ll give it your 110 percent…” The captain playfully gives him a stern look, “For real this time.”

Jungkook nods, firm and it holds a promise. “I will. Thank you, captain.”

He leaves the locker room with all the guys cheering him on.

Jungkook threads his way through the slightly crowded halls of the sports centre. With 10 minutes left of the final intermission before the last period, most of the attendees are dispersing back into the stadium but there are still quite a few running to and fro the bathrooms and the cafeteria. He was so focused on trying to find Yura and other girls that he didn’t even hear the multiple calls of his name until a soft and delicate hand wraps itself around his forearm.  

Abruptly halting his steps, Jungkook looks to his side and sees Eunha gazing up at him with her pretty, pale pink smile.

“Finally! I’ve been calling your name for the past 3 minutes!” She giggles, then she takes in his regular attire and the huge bag he was carrying on his back. Concerned, she questions, “Wait, are you leaving?”

Jungkook nods while catching his breath he didn’t realize he needed after running around so quickly. “Yeah, I’m going to see Y/N—“

“Is she still really sick?!” Eunha gasps, now looking even more worried.

Even Eunha knew Y/N was sick?! Jungkook thinks to himself, feeling like the worst best friend every passing second.

“Uh… yeah, she’s…” Jungkook trails off because he doesn’t even know. He shakes his head slightly, then asks her instead, “Have you seen Yura?”

Eunha nods, pointing towards the cafeteria, “She’s with the other girls, near the tteokbokki stand!”

“Thanks!” Jungkook exclaims, smiling wide and patting her shoulders before walking backwards towards the direction of the cafeteria. “I’ll see you, um, —“  he waves his hand around, indicating he doesn’t know when, then waves goodbye. “Wednesday’s game?”

“Okay, see you then!” Eunha waves back with a chuckle. She stands on her tiptoes so she can see him over the bobbing heads the crowd. “Make rosehip tea with lemon slices for Y/N! It’ll help!”

He gives her an ‘OK’ sign with his fingers then turns and runs to the cafeteria.

“Yah! Stop hogging all the super spicy ones! You ordered the milder flavor so eat—“ Jungkook slams his hands on the table where the four girls were sitting around, panting heavily and sweaty bangs clinging onto his forehead; yet the girls pay him no mind. Solji continues to yell at Hyoyeon, “—those instead, you bitch!”

Hyoyeon quickly stuffs another spicy rice cake in her mouth before pouting as she chews.

“Noona–” Jungkook starts, but Solji cuts him off with a sigh, and relents to give Hyoyeon half of the last rice cake on her paper plate. Hyoyeon shrieks her thank you before biting down on the snack that Solji present to her.

“Noo—“ Once again, Jungkook was interrupted by Yura and Yuri, squabbling as well while they share a jumbo milk tea bubble tea.

Shifting his gaze fleetingly between all his noonas, all of them intent on ignoring him, he lets out an exasperated groan.

“Noonaaaas,” Jungkook whines childishly, face crumbling as he lets out frustrated huffs. “I get it! I’m a jerk, an asshole, a dirtbag—“ finally, the girls turned towards him, all either nodding in agreement or head tilting for him to amp up the self-deprecation. Jungkook sighs and reluctantly adds ‘a penis-finger’ quietly because he knows that’s Hyoyeon’s favorite insult, and that results in the blonde clapping happily and smiling brightly. “–but can you guys please just talk to me?! I’m really, really sorry, okay?!”

“We’re not the ones you need to apologize to,” Yuri sternly reminds him. Jungkook opens his mouth to answer, but Yuri rests her chin in the palm of her hand and smirks, beating him to the punch, “Although… I wouldn’t mind seeing you groveling on your knees…”

Jungkook’s voice dies in his throat with a dry swallow. Does she want him to do that, here and now?

He looks around with wide, terrified eyes; embarrassment already flooding in him. Luckily, Solji narrows her eyes with disappointment and slight disgust at Yuri - who shrugs with an unapologetically grin - then addresses Jungkook, “What do you want Jungkook? If you’re leaving to see Y/N, you don’t need permission from us… Or are you trying to gauge how angry she is with you?”

Jungkook bites his lip and shakes his head, “I… wanted to ask if…” his stare lingers to the card on the table close to Yuri. They all follow his line of sight as he continues, “I can take that to Y/N for you?”

Yuri grabs the homemade “get well” card and hugs it against her chest, crinkling the paper slightly. “Why? I worked really hard on this, you know?” She points the art on the cover, a manhwa-like drawing of Y/N and Ji Changwook staring intensely into each other’s eyes and about to lock lips, Yuri’s signature watercolor roses in the background. It was a beautiful piece, not surprising for the art major, but there was something strange about the drawing that has Jungkook tilting his head.

“And I worked hard collecting all the signatures as well!” Yura chimes in.

“Why do you want to be the one to give it?” Solji asks.

“I’m going there anyway so I thought—“

“Oh, he needs a crutch to hold on to…” Hyoyeon muses out loud. “In case, Y/N doesn’t want to speak to him.”

“Ah…” All the girls hum their understanding and Jungkook lowers his head because he can’t even protest - that’s the exact reason he wanted to have the card with him.

“Fine…” Yuri concedes, standing up so she can reach over and give Jungkook the card. He brightens as he carefully takes it from her and bows many times as a thank you. “Just tell me her reaction to the creepy, large yaoi hands I gave Ji Changwook.” Yuri chuckles as Jungkook’s eyes bulge as he looks over the hand cupping Y/N’s face and realizes that’s what was strange about the picture. “I hope it makes her laugh.”

“Oh! And here!” Hyoyeon jumps up and gives Jungkook a gift bag filled with sweets and imported fruits.

Solji hands him another. “This one’s from Wendy, Tiff, Jihyun, and Key.”

“Don’t mix them up!” Yura warns with a playful glare. “We got Y/N the better and more expensive things!”

Jungkook smiles as he looks down at all the gifts he was carrying. It’s no surprise that Y/N has so many friends that love her; she is, after all – in Jungkook’s most honest opinion – the best and most wonderful person that ever graced this universe.

He promises to himself that like his friends, he will do better to show her how much she means to him.

Breathe in. Breath out.

Inhale. Exhale.

Jungkook takes six deep breaths before he finally raps his knuckles against Y/N’s door. He does it lightly - not his usual annoyingly loud 50 knocks per second like there’s a murderer chasing after him and if she doesn’t open the door in two seconds, he’ll be dead – because he was scared about making her angrier than she probably already is. Plus, she’s sick, so he didn’t want to cause any more headaches for her.

Under his breath, he was carefully rehearsing what he was going to say over and over again – and rather animatedly as well - when the door bursts open. His widening doe-eyes meets Y/N’s surprised ones, his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment as he rapidly clamps his mouth closed.

As Y/N hugs her door, she blinks at Jungkook like she couldn’t believe he’s in front of her. She’s so bewildered that she actually reaches out slowly until the pad of her index finger presses against the tip of his nose, causing Jungkook to cutely wrinkle it. Shaken, she snatches her arm back and asks quickly, “What are you doing here?!”

Jungkook lifts up his left hand that’s clutching onto all the things he got from his noonas – and also a few other items that he picked up on the way over. “I heard you were sick so I…”

“But the game?”

“I… I left… after the second period.”

“Why?” She questions, brows furrowed in confusion.

Jungkook wets his lips and peers sincerely into her eyes. “Because my best friend’s sick and I’m the jerk who didn’t even know… I left the game early because I really needed to apologize and make it up to her… The game was the last thing on my mind because she is so much more important to me.”

He went off book with his apology, it wasn’t the one he rehearsed. He doesn’t know if that was a good thing or not but at least he can say it came straight from his heart.

Maybe it wasn’t for the best, he thinks as she steps back without saying anything. He was already resigned to the door slamming on his face so he was a bit shocked when it widens open further, and Y/N’s prompting him to come inside with a slight tilt of her head and kind smile.

Jungkook steps inside hurriedly, in case she changes her mind. After kicking off his boots, together they walk a couple steps into her tiny kitchen/living area and he places all the bags in his hand on her kitchen counter. Feeling her eyes on his back, Jungkook nervously starts to organize the bags, finding the one that contained the food he bought from her favorite restaurant. “I, uh, got you some dakjuk from—“

That’s when he feels her wrap her arms gingerly around his waist, pressing herself so tightly against his back, and so he lost his train of thought, frozen in place.

“Thanks, Kook,” she says, and he only snaps out of it when he hears her sniffling. In one swift movement, he turns around so he can squeeze her back, not caring if the close proximity to her can also make him sick. As she buries her face into his chest, he buries his face in her hair, inhaling the lovely and familiar scent of her shampoo.

Jungkook missed this so much.

He missed her so much.

“I’ve missed you,” her words vibrate throughout his body, making him smile into her hair.

“I’ve missed you too,” he says as she tilts her head back to peer up at him. “And I’m really sorry for being so stupid about… you know, everything.”

She shrugs with a grin, her arm still around him. “It’s fine.”

“No, it wasn’t fine, it was—“ Jungkook gets lost in her eyes, then takes in her slightly groggy appearance - droopy eyelids and pink nostrils - with slight puzzlement. “You don’t look… deathly ill…”

“Cause I’m not?” She says with a light chuckle. “Who told you I was deathly ill? Wait – don’t answer that…” She heaves a deep sigh and mutters Hyoyeon under her breath.

“It was actually Yura-noona,” Jungkook corrects.

“She was my second guess…” She pulls away from him and hugs herself, frowning. “I’m sorry if you left the game thinking I was really sick… I mean, I was sick… the worst it got was on Saturday but it wasn’t bad. I’m recovering pretty well… but I think I might have drank too much medicine today, so I’m a bit out of it, so…” She sighs again. “Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. I’m glad you weren’t super sick and I’m even more glad to be here right now.” Jungkook takes her hand and leads her to sit down on the island stool. He flashes her a bright smile and says, “I’ll heat up the soup for you.”

As she ate the soup he bought her and sipped on the rosehip tea with lemons he made for her, they read through the get well card together. He couldn’t help but admire her with a sickeningly loving gaze and soft smile as her face flushes deeper after every message of love and care from her friends that she reads out loud.

“Hello my Angelcakes, I miss you sooooo much. Mwuah. Mwuah. Mwuah. I hope you’re doing better, but if you aren’t… Just call me over. Winky face. Tongue Face. I have verrrry healing hands…” Y/N scowls, shaking her head as she stops reading, eyes meeting with Jungkook’s unamused ones. Flipping the card over for Jungkook to see, she points at the small block of tiny writing at the far left side of the card – it was probably around 1000 words. “Taehyung wrote a freaking smut in here!” Then she reads the rest in her head, eyes widening in intrigue. “And it’s actually… not… that bad…”

Jungkook sighs. “I guess you got to give him some credit. He wrote all that in under two minutes.”

Y/N mumbles an impressed ‘wow’ then moves onto the next message.

“Y/N-unnie! I was really sad to hear that you’re sick! Get better soon because I want to take you to that cute donut shop I told you about! XOXO, Eunha.” Y/N giggles as she shows him the donut man that Eunha drew. With a light smile, she tips her head towards him and says, “She’s really cute…”

Jungkook’s eyebrow rises as he hums a puzzled, “Hmm?”

The chiming sounds of both their phones interrupts Y/N from answering. At the same time, they check the text message they both got and beam up at each other after reading.

“That’s my boy!” Jungkook cries as Y/N squeals and tackles him into a hug. Just under 10 seconds before the game was over, Yugyeom had scored a goal to tie out the game.

It doesn’t mean that they’ve won, but now they have a chance to win. It has become a sudden death match; whichever team scores the first goal during the overtime wins the game. At this point of the night - with both teams tired and exhausted - it could really go either way.

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut tight as he hugs Y/N tighter; hoping, wishing, and praying his hardest that it will go the Yonsei’s team’s way.

They move from the kitchen to the bedroom. The cold medicine that Y/N had taken earlier was finally taking a huge toll on her so Jungkook had carried her and tucked her into bed. But although she’s on the verge of falling asleep any second, she pinches herself to stay awake for the results of the game. 30 minutes had already passed since the overtime started and still no goals had been made, it seems that both teams weren’t backing down.

Together, Jungkook and Y/N sit with their backs against the headboard of her bed, their eyes glued to the messages that the girls were sending. The latest news was that Jong3 was close to passing out so they tagged him out for Doyoung – and that was relayed to them 3 minutes ago. A million things could have happened between now and then —

Bzzz. Bzzz.

Both their mouth drops when they read the newest text, Jungkook even mutters a breathless “Fuck.”

“This could be good for us though, right?” She says, her tone perky but there’s a hint of apprehension underneath. “Maybe this means that they’re at their breaking point, and this move is all they have left…”

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods, trying to accept the optimism that she’s providing.

They had just been told that the Korea University has pulled their goalie so they can have an extra attacker on the ice. With the other team’s net empty, Yonsei has a huge chance of winning… But they have no idea what kind of play the Korea U team had under their sleeve to pull such a risky move.

Jungkook hadn’t even realized how bad his hands were shaking on top of the covers until Y/N grasps the one closest to her. He turns to her and she gives him reassuring smile and that comforted him enough to stop quivering.

They sit like that, hand in hand, for a few more minutes until their phones vibrates again.

Jungkook barely glances at the screen before he looks down, hair covering his eyes, body slumping with a defeated sigh.

Y/N feels him tighten his grip on her hand after she puts away their phones on top of her dresser, and she frowns sadly when she sees the way his body was trembling as he cried as silently as he could, the evidence of his sadness falls and dampens her sheets.

“I feel like this is my fault…” Jungkook breaks the silence a minute later, still crying.

“It’s not!” Y/N insists, and although the medicine is clouding up her mind, the need to cheer up her best friend is greater. Softer, she tries again, her own eyes brimming with tears because of how crushed he looks, “Jungkook, stop… It’s not…”

“I…I don’t know, Y/N…” Jungkook begins. Yes, his hyungs did tell him that whatever happens after he left wasn’t on him, but it still feels like he was the one who let them all down. The weight of the title “The Golden Boy” heavy on his shoulders. “I haven’t been doing my best.” He finally looks up, eyes red with devastation and cheeks streaking with limpid tears. “I’m really scared, Y/N. What if we don’t win the Wednesday game? What if my hyungs d-don’t get scouted?” He hiccups, sobbing lightly. “I know that Taehyung’s probably beating himself up right now for not saving the goal and… I don’t know if I could face him now because I was supposed to be there. I was supposed to have his back. I was supposed to have all their backs. What kind of captain am I going to be next year when I’m still like this? I’m not even half the man or leader Jonghyun-hyung is…”

With that, Y/N’s tears drop as well, her heart aching for her best friend. She leans forward and wraps her arms around him and his face falls into the crook of her neck.

“You are… That’s why they chose you to be the new captain. All your teammates voted for you because they believe you will make an amazing leader and captain. Stop… Stop putting yourself down like this, please,” with her hand under his chin, she lifts his head up to stare into his eyes. “Please, Jungkook?”

“Okay,” Jungkook nods, determined to try at least.

“Promise?”

Jungkook manages to smile because of the look in her eyes. It always stirs up so many emotions in him. It always makes him want to do everything she asks of him. “Promise.”

They hug closely again, her head now resting on his shoulder. She must hear it, right? His heart beating so fast. So loud. All because of her. He had confessed so much already – his fears about losing, his fear of being an inadequate captain – he might as well confess one other thing. It was now or never, right?

He takes a deep breath then blurts out:

“Y/N… I love you…”

When she doesn’t answer, he quickly continues, “And not like friend-love… but love… love… I was going to tell you when we win the cup – but maybe that was a bit presumptuous of me… So I’m telling you now… Y/N, I love you so—“

That’s when he overhears her soft snoring. He looks sideways at her to confirm that she was indeed asleep, probably all throughout his whole confession - she was even already slightly drooling on his shirt. He chuckles faintly, letting out an ‘of course…’ then gently unwraps her arms around him so he can lay her down properly.

He stands up to stretch once she’s comfortable and in deep slumber. In the middle of reaching towards the ceiling, one of their phones vibrates with a new notification. Jungkook notices it was Y/N’s phone and decides to leave it alone… Until his curiosity got the better of him. Just a little peek, that’s all…

When he checks her screen, he frowns slightly. But for some reason, he already had a feeling it was going to be him.

[11:49 PM] Jimin —are you feeling better? —let me know, i’m worried

So even Park Jimin knew Y/N was sick?

Jungkook looks towards Y/N, feeling like he didn’t deserve her at all.

Maybe it was for the best that she wasn’t awake for his confession.

Wednesday – Game 6

When Wednesday arrives, you’re back in full health.

Solji picks you up in her minivan along with the rest of the girls, all of you heading back to Korea University for the 6th game of the championship – and it might be the last; but hopefully not.

At the Korea U campus, you meet up with the Korea U bunnies at a café to catch up before the game. Like your girls had done earlier, your friends from the opposing school shower you with hugs and kisses and concern. It takes at least 3 minutes to pry Tiffany off of you.

“Is it awful for me to want your team to win tonight?” Jihyun asks when you’re all sat at a large table, beverages of choice in front of all of you and an assortment of different desserts in the middle for everyone to share. “Like how epic would the game on Friday be knowing whoever wins that game will be the champions?!”

“Well, obviously we want our team to win today,” Yuri says after a bite of strawberry shortcake. “But yeah, if the roles were reversed and our team had the lead on the wins, I would want your team to win today as well. It would make the championship a lot more fun, y’know?”

“How can you say that!?” Solji grabs Yuri’s arm and shakes her. “If we were the ones that could win the whole championship tonight, I would want us to win. Do you know how hard Jonghyun works?! How terrified he is that he won’t get scouted?!”

“Yeah!” Wendy agrees, nodding her head frantically and glaring fiercely at Jihyun. “Namjoon’s been freaking out as well! If you guys even knew a fraction of the things the captains go through, then you wouldn’t be saying shit like that!“

“Oh my god…” Tiffany rolls her eyes. “We get it… The captains’ have amazing dick game…”

“It’s more than that…” Solji trails off, blushing deeply. In an instant, everyone turns their head towards Solji, who was giggling to herself.

“Excuse me?” Kibum questions, eyes popping. “What do you mean by that?”

“We’re…” Solji shyly pulls out the necklace that was hidden underneath her chunky turtleneck, it had a pretty and small pink diamond pendant attached to it. “Official now.”

“BITCH, WHAT?!” Hyoyeon screams elatedly while you all have similar yet a tad calmer reactions. The other patrons of the café were judging your table with grimaces but none of you care, especially when Wendy adds, “Same with me and Namjoon!” And she shows off the golden bracelet she got from the Korea U captain.

Stunned and ecstatic for your friends, your mouth and eyes are both wide like saucers, taking everything in as you hold Wendy’s hand to look at the bracelet more closely. “Wow…”

Kibum pouts, huffing in slight annoyance. “I can’t believe Kim Namjoon, the ultimate fuckboy in Korea U –“ in which Wendy cries an indignant, ‘HEY!’, yet he continues “- is actually in love and wants to be in a monogamous relationship… I mean, of course he does, because who would let Wendy be ‘the one that got away’ since she’s amazing-“ Wendy hums a pleased ‘thank you’ at that, “-but like… Jjong won’t even admit he has feelings for me when I know he does?” Kibum groans, turning to Yura, “Please don’t tell me you and Jong2 are also madly in love? As happy as I am for these two, I don’t want to be bitter alone!”

Yura clenches her teeth together, then frowns after a defeated sigh. “You’re not alone. Jong2 is… Ugh…” She looks off to the side and shakes her head. Then she grabs Kibum’s hand and smiles widely, “Whatever. We’ll be bitter together and be happy for Solji and Wendy!”

“Sounds like a plan!” Kibum cheers and then his attention turns to you, startling you enough to jump slightly in place. “What about you, babe? Are you joining us in our bitterness or has the Golden Boy finally confessed his undying love for you?”

“What?” You mumble through a mouthful of matcha crêpe cake, thoroughly dumbfounded by his statement/question. “What are you talking about?”

“Are you serious, Y/N?! You’re still playing the clueless act?!” Tiffany questions with a laugh.

“It’s her charm,” Hyoyeon says as she embraces you. “We love our precious oblivious baby.”

“I’m not clueless or oblivious!” You claim as you shake your head. “I know Jungkook had a slight crush on me… you know… because of that whole thing at Jong3’s birthday party… but that passed! Jungkook is not in love with me!”

“Oh, honey…” The whole table murmurs in unison. The pitying looks on all their faces cause your throat to run dry, unable to defend your stance.

So your friends give their two-cents instead.

“Didn’t he spend yesterday pampering you like a princess? Running around the city to get whatever you wanted?” Yura asks, though she already knew the answer – he did spend the entirety of yesterday getting everything you wanted…Which wasn’t much! You just craved spicy rice cakes because of the girls’ snaps on SnapChat and you might have asked him to get you a pint of gelato from that popular ice cream parlour that always has a two hours wait time.

“The boy is whipped! He waited 4 hours to get her ice cream yesterday!” Solji exclaims and others gasp.

“No! It’s only two hours!” You correct her.

“Was it DDD Gelato?” Kibum curiously asks. When you nod, he chuckles. “Solji’s right, the wait time is around 4-5 hours now because they’re closing their shop during the winter season soon, so everyone’s trying to get their last ice cream fix.” Wiggling his brows, he mouths to you, “Whipped.”

Did he really? Did Jungkook really wait 4 or maybe even 5 hours to get ice cream for you? But even if he did, that doesn’t mean he’s in love with you… Right?

“That’s so sweet!” Tiffany coos.

“I really thought you two were going out the first time I met you guys at that party last year,” Jihyun confesses.

“Same!” Wendy agrees. “Almost every conversation I’ve ever had with him revolved around hockey and Y/N.”

“That’s doesn—“

“His little victory ‘thing’ after every goal he scores is to look to see if you saw it,” Hyoyeon cuts you off.

“Not even that,” Yuri interjects. “Literally any time he does anything he deems was cool, on ice and off, he looks to see if you’re looking!”

As they provide more and more proofs, you couldn’t even bring yourself to interject anymore. Each new thing they’re telling you had you more stunned than the last.

“Face it, Y/N… Jeon Jungkook is truly, madly, and deeply in love with you,” Solji says with a smirk. “The question now is… What are you going to do about it? Do you feel it back?”

You kept mum, but your clammy hands and rapidly beating heart at finding out the truth can only be explained by one answer – you do love Jungkook back. You’re sure that you have been for a while.

But you’re really not sure what you’re going to do about it.

Jungkook has a really great feeling the upcoming game.

During the pre-game skate and warm up drills, his speed was on point and his slap shots were once again ones that were not to be messed with. His teammates praise him with a ‘Welcome back, Jeon!’ and multiple hard pats on his back and he takes it with a bright smile because damn right, he was back!

20 minutes before the game started, Yugyeom had realized that he had forgotten his gloves inside his car. Since he’s a great friend (and because Yugyeom was struggling really hard to get his skates off), Jungkook went to get it for him.

On his way back, he catches sight of somebody that he had been hoping to bump into. Though the man was quite a bit ahead of him, it was as good a time as any to finally get this settled, and so Jungkook jogs slightly as he calls out, “Hey, #7!”

That instantly gets the blond’s attention, and he stops to turn towards the voice that had said his jersey number. Jungkook offers a smile when he reaches him and says, “I, uh, wanted to apologize for Friday… For…” He awkwardly does a slight punching motion. “… That whole thing and…”

Park Jimin gawks at him, waiting for more, but Jungkook hadn’t prepared much for this and so he finishes lamely, “Yeah.”

“You know, your apology would have sounded a lot more genuine if you had called me by my name,” Jimin drawls with a glare, crossing his arms.

Jungkook’s mouth drops and he stumbles out dumbly, “Umm… Uh…”

Then Jimin laughs, waving his hand. “I’m just kidding! It’s all good!”

“No, no, you’re right,” Jungkook admits with a few shakes of his head. He tries his apology again, sincerely this time, “I’m sorry for what I did, Jimin. It was fucked up and you didn’t deserve it.”

“Thank you.” Jimin smiles as he tips his head with a nod. “I accept your apology, Jungkook.”

They awkwardly smile and nod at each other after that, not really knowing where to go from there. Jungkook’s wondering if he should make small talk? Or just bolt the hell away from this uncomfortable situation?

To make everything worse, his brain decides just now to remember the picture he had seen on Y/N’s phone. His eyes subconsciously glance down Jimin’s body, zeroing in on the area that he probably shouldn’t be looking at. A clearing of the throat is the only thing that snaps him out of it, and he flicks his gaze up to look into the eyes of the one who made the noise. Jimin’s uneasy expression seems to ask Jungkook the question ‘what are you doing?’, causing Jungkook to blush deeply.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

What the hell was he doing?

“Anyways, see ya!” Jungkook hurriedly says, already walking away, pretending nothing in the past few seconds had transpired. “Just because we’re cool now, doesn’t mean I’m not going to beat your ass at the game tonight!”

“I’m looking forward to seeing you try, #19!” Jimin counters with a smirk.

Jungkook almost grimaces at how begrudgingly good-looking the guy is, but instead, he trips slightly from staring too much. When gets himself straightened up, he runs before he can further embarrass himself.

Too bad the way his mortified mind chose to run was akin to Naruto’s, and he could hear Jimin’s amused laughter behind him fading as he runs further and further away.

True to his words, Jungkook scores 5 goals – the MVP for the night - and Yonsei wins the game.

The Korea University team put up a great fight – Jimin especially – but Jungkook was too fired up to be stopped.

The Yonsei team holds a little celebration in the guest lounge room at the Korea University hockey stadium, with Sprite as a placeholder for champagne and pastries from the cafeteria, courtesy of their coach.

Jong1 proposes a toast and relays a very heartfelt speech about their team being a family, and he ends it with, “At the final game, we’ll beat those Korea University assholes and win the Championship Cup!”

The room erupts into cheers as they hold up their red cups in agreement. You beam widely, the feeling of happiness spreading through you as you clink your plastic cup against Hyoyeon’s and Jooheon’s.

When everyone starts to mingle again, you get caught up in Jooheon’s story about the amazing winning goal that Jungkook had scored from his perspective. You and Hyoyeon hang onto Jooheon’s every word because that boy has a way with words; if he wasn’t aiming to become a professional hockey player, he could definitely be successful as a writer of some sort with his modern literature major.

Once Jooheon was done telling his story, you survey the room, looking for the star of that story. You find him directly across the room from you, and instead of feeling cheerful at the sight of him, your stomach drops… Because Jungkook wasn’t alone, Eunha was pressed snugly by his side; her fingers tracing circles on his chest and his arm around her waist as they laugh and whisper to one another.

Didn’t sleep with her, my ass, you think bitterly.

Is in love with me, my ass…

“Babe, as much as I love Kook…” Hyoyeon begins, her eyes now on Jungkook as well when she noticed you looking all sad and disappointed. “I was always team Jimin,”

After a reassuring squeeze on your shoulder, Hyoyeon returns to talking with Jooheon. At the sound of Jimin’s name, you get out your phone to send out a quick message.

[10:21 PM] You —hey, where are you?                                                            

Now you wait, your leg bouncing impatiently, eyes always drifting back to where Jungkook is even though you didn’t like what you saw - then finally, you got a text back:

[10:23 PM] Jimin —still in the changing room. —Y?

You bite your bottom lip, contemplating whether you should go through with what you want to do. Looking at Jungkook again, you see that Eunha has her mouth dangerously close to his neck now, pretty soon it’ll probably be marked with her red lipstick. You grimace, the tiny green goblin in your heart taking over you as you look away and down at your phone, typing heatedly:

 [10:24 PM] You —I want to make you feel better baby…                                                            

Jimin’s reply comes quickly.

[10:25 PM] Jimin —and how will you do that, hmmm??

Giggling to yourself, your fingers tap on the screen to write out a fantasy you’re envisioning.

[10:26 PM] You —on my knees in front of you —you fucking my throat —that sound good?                                                            

You just look away from your phone for a quick second to take a sip of your drink, and when you look back again, 3 new messages from Jimin are already on your screen.

[10:26 PM] Jimin —all my teammates are gone, get your ass in here —NOW —I don’t like waiting…

Smirking, you chug down what’s left inside your red cup and shove it into Hyoyeon’s hand, making her break away from talking with Jooheon to turn her attention to you.

“Just letting you know that you should have my pin polished and ready for tomorrow,” you say with a lopsided smirk, then you lean in closer to whisper in her ear, “I’m going to meet Jimin in their changing room.”

Hyoyeon’s mouth falls open, and it takes a second for her truly understand what you were saying. When she gets it, she squeals with delight, clinging to you tightly, “I’m so happy and proud of you!”

“What’s happening?” Jooheon asks, trying to budge his way into the conversation with a lopsided smirk.

Hyoyeon narrows her eyes at him, swatting her hand at him to move away. “None of your business!” Then she looks back at you, her thumb wiping off the slightly smudge mascara marks under your eyes before saying, “Okay, go! Go! You look great!”

You do as she says, walking towards the door - but not without looking back one last time at Jungkook. His eyes were on you, wordlessly asking where you were going by a confused furrow of his brows and a slight tilt of his head. You just shrug as nonchalantly and unfazed as you can his way and then you are out the door.

You pass by a couple of Jimin’s teammates on the way to the Korea U’s team’s locker room. You kept your head down, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself, though you feel like your heart might be beating a little too loud and that everyone could hear it. It was probably all in your head because you managed to pass by even Wendy with no problem – but she was too preoccupied with consoling her boyfriend to notice you.

The hallway of the Korea U’s locker room was already completely deserted, but you still look both ways warily when you reach the door. You wait a couple minutes, listening to the rapid beats of your heart, thinking that you could back out if you wanted to.

But then you remember Jimin’s dazzling smile, his low raspy voice when he’s turned on, and of course, his beautiful thighs and perky butt; and you realized that you did want to do this. Really, really badly.

And this is exactly what you needed to forget about your feelings towards your best friend.

You turn the doorknob and step push your way inside, as per Jimin’s instruction on your way over, finding a much different layout than the Yonsei’s locker room. There’s a tiny hallway leading to the actual locker area and a room to just to your right with the plate of their coach’s name on the door, on the left wall was a line of picture frames of past team rosters. It’s only expected that the Korea U’s locker room was a lot nicer than the Yonsei team’s. With a lot of wins under their belt, the school has no problem spending their money on them.

You make your way down the darkened hallway, the only light on was in the room ahead. The door was opened wide with a door stopper, and you presume that’s where Jimin is. To make sure, you call out his name and you hear him answer back, “In here.”

Following the sound of his voice, you take quicker strides. Entering the room, the flooring underneath the soles of your boots were no longer the porcelain white that spreads throughout most of the building, but a crimson carpet that matches the school’s color. You look around in awe because their locker room was definitely two times bigger than the Yonsei one. They even have regular lockers (which was rare to see in hockey locker rooms) at the wall adjacent to the door you entered from and then hockey stalls along the other three walls.

But all of that is soon forgotten the moment you lay your eyes on the man on the far side of the room, sitting on the dark brown wooden seat of the stall, a crimson nameplate that has “PARK JIMIN” written in white attached to the open shelf above him. Even if you seem to have forgotten everything else the second you saw him – where you are, your own name, how to fucking breathe - you needed no reminder of who he was.

Park Jimin: 3rd Year Physiology Major at Korea University, Starting Left Wingman for the Korea University hockey team, jersey number 7, and the reason your panties are currently ruined.

He was a vision to behold and all he’s doing is sitting there. How the hell is that possible?

Maybe it was the way he was sitting – his grey sweatpants-clad legs spread wide and inviting. Or how he opted to go without a shirt because he saw no need for it – his glistening upper body looking soft to touch yet hardened underneath with muscles. Or is it the way his half-lidded ravenous gaze was on you – his eyes somewhat obscured by his slightly damp bangs that are parted in the middle so that a third of his forehead was showing, hair stringy with sweat. Or was it the way his tongue slowly wets his plump lips, the long pink muscle teasing you to what might transpire that evening.

Oh, what the hell! It was all those reasons together; you couldn’t possibly pick just one!

“Hey,” he says with a smirk once he pulls his tongue back into his mouth.

“Hi,” you squeak out, and you almost slapped yourself for how stupid you sounded. “I’m…” Quick, quick! Think of something clever… Say something sexy! “Sorry you guys lost.”

Oh my fucking god… You bite your lip, wanting to disappear. Why bring that up now? You couldn’t even chastise yourself because it’s so hard to think when he’s already palming himself over his sweats.

Or he was. Until you said that and he abruptly stopped the motion of his hand on the bulge straining against the heavy knit fabric.

Jimin frowns and folds his arms over his chest instead, leaning back a bit.

“Is this really your way of making me feel better? By dredging up my recent failure? Are you messing with me right now, Y/N?” He questions with a raised brow. His Busan accent was thick when he said it, voice low and raspy; everything about it shoots arousal straight to your core.

“No! Of course not!” you quickly say as you take steps closer towards him, lessening the space between the two of you. Slowing down and stopping just a few feet away from him, you start to nervously fidget your hands together. “I meant what I said… I want to make you feel better.” Biting your lip, you look him straight in the eyes. “I’ll do anything you want me to, Jimin.”

Jimin lets out a sharp exhale through his parted mouth, his cool façade almost slipping because of how every word you spoke dripped with sultry seduction. He manages to keep his cool though, and he tilts his head to the side. “Yeah? Anything, huh?”

“Yes.” You nod your head eagerly, your line of sight subconsciously falling to the bulge in his pants. “Anything.”

Jimin smirks at that, sitting up straight to beckon you over to him. “Well, come here then, baby girl.”

It’s embarrassing how fast you do as he says, you’re in front of him in mere milliseconds. But neither of you noticed - nor cared for that matter - especially when his hands are on you just as quick, grasping on both sides of your hips. One of his hands lowers, squeezing your bum and you squeak with a giggle which makes him smirk, before it lowers more to pinch the hem of your short dress between his thumb and forefinger.

“You just got over a cold and you’re already wearing such a flimsy little thing?” Jimin reprimands with a tsk.

“It’s my favorite dress,” you say with a pout, looking down your outfit. You guess he has a point, all you’re wearing is a dark russet red off-the-shoulders long-sleeved sweater dress that hugged every curve of your figure, over-the-knee block-heeled leather boots with sheer black thigh high socks. But it was a cute outfit! “It’s cute, don’t you think?”

“Hmm… Yeah,” Jimin approves with a smirk as his eyes flick up to your face, and you hum in satisfaction at his agreement. but then the cheeky bastard lifts up your skirt and looks back down again, revealing your peach pink lace and satin-trimmed La Perla panties (a get well present from Yuri because it’s not like she ever wore any of her underwear). He wets his plush lips, delighting in the dampened and darkened spot. “But that’s cuter.”

While you blush at his words, he stands up while keeping his hands on you. His eyes trail over you slowly, from top to bottom then back up again. By the way he was looking at you – mouth parted in awe and dark eyes not missing any inch – it was as if your body was made of gold.

Kind of like how Jungkook looks at the round medal they would drape around his neck when they won smaller hockey championship leagues in the past. You remember that Jungkook and his teammates would pose for a picture, his eyes almost shut in crescents because of pure elation and bunny teeth biting down on the golden medal…

Then Jungkook’s teeth are nipping on your collarbone, the surface of your skin turning a pretty shade of blue and purple. You moan as his tongue starts to trail hot saliva up the column of your throat. After that, his mouth leaves butterfly kisses along your jawline, and it’s funny because there’s a fluttering in your stomach when he does so. He bites and pulls at your right earlobe before asking, “Are you enjoying this, baby girl?”

You almost – keyword is almost – tease that you thought he’d like to call you ‘noona’ but then you remember that you weren’t with Jungkook at the moment. Your eyes snap open only to see Jimin staring down at you, smirking.

Idiot, you curse to yourself. You had been fantasizing about your best friend when there’s a perfectly hot guy in front of you, his erection pressing against you. What the actual fuck is wrong with you?

Jimin raises his brows like he was silently repeating his question. You nod, pushing thoughts of Jungkook into the far corners of your mind as you place your hands on the nape of Jimin’s neck. Pulling him closer to you, you close your eyes just as his soft lips press against yours.

That did the trick to forget all about… What’s your best friend’s name again?

With Jimin’s lips on yours, all you could think about was how nice it felt and good he is at kissing… Also, how the fuck did he get it all lovely and soft when it’s so dry outside?

(You make a mental note to ask him about it later.)

The kiss deepens as Jimin slips his tongue inside your mouth, exploring languidly and savouring the moment. He had been wanting to kiss you since the night he introduced himself to you, so he’s going to take his time like he has all of it in the world.

But that doesn’t mean his fingers can’t do a little exploring themselves…

Jimin presses his fingers against your clothed pussy, the pads of his fingertips quickly get coated with your arousal. You gasp in his mouth and all he does is run his fingers up and down your slit to tease you more. His touch was as light as a feather, you could barely feel it. It makes you whine for more, squirming closer to his hand.

“Alright, alright.” Jimin chuckles when he detaches his lips from yours. This time, he puts more pressure on his middle and forefinger as he resumes his previous actions. Now you’re feeling it, really feeling it, and you grasp into his shoulder as you sigh his name.

You turn slightly, resting one of your knees on the bench to part your legs more, giving Jimin a better access to the heat between your thighs. He’s thankful for your accommodation, and he shows that by finding your throbbing clit and pinching it between the silky material. As pleasure runs down your spine, you stutter forward, letting out a broken moan as your nails dig into his skin. Jimin hisses, but the pain suddenly subsides as soon as he pulls down the top of your dress with his free hand and he gets an eyeful of your perky breasts popping out, jiggling slightly at the force of his action.

An appreciative hum rumbles in the back of Jimin’s throat, your adorable and not-so-hardened nipples now what he desires. So he leans down, mouth wrapping around your right peak. With just a few strokes of his tongue around and around the sensitive nub causes it to harden and you to arch your back, uttering his name. He smiles as he gently bites down on your nipple, hoping you’ll say his name again. You do - this time a bit whinier.

Fuck, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of hearing his name come out from your beautiful mouth.

Jimin switches his attention to the other side, still rubbing you over your underwear.

“Mm-more, Jimin. Please.”

He doesn’t hesitate to comply, pulling your underwear to the side and plunging one of his fingers inside you. Along with kissing you, he had been desperately wanting to know how your pussy felt like since last week. It’s laughably embarrassing how many times during the week he would just pull up the video and picture you sent him and just admire your pussy. Even in medium-resolution, it looked so tight and wet and hot and perfect and ugh… He just wanted to fill you up. It didn’t matter with what. His fingers, his tongue, his cock, anything.

Of course he would immediately jerk off right after looking at the pictures and videos; but right now, he couldn’t even think about his own dick and pleasure.

Because even with just his finger, your pussy felt like heaven on earth.

You truly did not disappoint - surpassed his fantasies, even!

It’s shocking how much tighter you are than he imagined, yet your inner walls so soft and warm around his drenched finger. Testing the waters on how much he can move his finger, Jimin begins to shallowly fuck you. In and out, in and out, at a very languid pace, until your mewling again for more.

“If you want more, you got to show me, baby…” Jimin stops moving inside you as he says this, that playful smirk once again on his lips.

Beyond frustrated at the lack of friction, you whine out, “H-how?”

Jimin hums in thought. He draws it out in a way that you could tell he probably already knew what he wanted from you but you had to beg for him to tell you first. As this point, your self-restraint has already flown out of the window (and maybe even your self-respect), that you don’t even care how truly desperate and debauched you sounded when you beg Jimin, “Please tell m-me how, Jimin. Fuck, I need…” You take a ragged breath, rubbing your pebbles nipples against his bare chest and you feel him shiver. “I need to…” You place soft and wet open-mouthed kisses up his neck – which Jimin really enjoys, moaning faintly with every touch of your lips on him - before finally finishing when you get to his lips, “I need to cum… Please, make me cum, Jimin.”

Jimin growls in approval, his hand roughly digging into your hip to keep you steady for what he wants you to do next. He keeps his eyes on yours as he demands, “I want you to bounce on my fingers-“ he adds the second one with that statement, and you bite your lips to keep from making a sound, knowing he has more to say, “- I want you to fuck yourself with them for me.” He curls his fingers inside you, causing you to look down at the hand between your legs with a whimper, missing the way his eyes flick to the side. When you look back up, his eyes were back to meet yours again. “I want you to show me how much of a slut you are for me.” You could practically feel yourself leaking more arousal at him calling you a slut. You don’t know why something so derogatory turned you on so much – maybe it’s because it was coming from of Jimin.  “And only me.”

With an audible swallow, you nod as you get ready to do as he asks, your hands now holding onto both sides of his shoulders. You were shaking slightly, but you manage to lift yourself up and bring yourself down on his fingers. It was tough – fucking yourself while standing up, and with heels on to boot! – but you were determined to get yourself off and prove to Jimin how much you want him and how good you are at taking his instructions. Pretty soon, you get the hang of it, going at a reckless pace that Jimin was mesmerized by. The way that your breast cutely jiggles with every bounce you take; the lewd, wet sounds of his fingers dragging against your slick walls; and the wanton whimpers and whines of his name falling from your lips – Jimin’s glad he wasn’t the only one to witness such a breathtaking sight.

“You’re so pretty when you whimper for me, Y/N.” You keen happily at his compliment, not noticing that his eyes were looking over to the side and not at you. Jimin smirks as he questions, “Don’t you think so as well, Number 19?”

Brows knitting closely together in confusion, you follow Jimin’s line of sight. What you see causes you to gasp audibly. Standing behind the side of the first locker that you saw when you entered the room, was a shadowed figure. Though the lights of the room are only turned on at the side where you and Jimin are – basically shining a spotlight down on the two of you – there was no denying the familiarity of the wide pair of shiny eyes that stared your way.

How long has Jungkook been standing there?

You stop bouncing on Jimin’s fingers in shock, mouth opening to ask. But you couldn’t get your question out because Jimin begins to rub your walls roughly, fast and hard. Your mouth opens wide in a noiseless moan; your eyes still on Jungkook. His mouth parts slightly as well, he’s finding it so hard to breathe because of the sight in front of him.

“Ah, wow!” Jimin exclaims in awe, plunging another finger in now that he realizes you’re able to fit in more. “Look how much wetter you became when you found out he was here.” He curls his fingers, the tip of his middle finger lightly grazing that spot that has you quivering as you wrap your arms around his neck, every little mewls coming out higher-pitched than the last. Jimin could tell you’re close, but he didn’t want you to come yet, so he retracts his fingers a bit. You whine as he asks, “Isn’t that right? You like that he’s watching?”

Looking back at Jungkook, you find that he’s still shell-shocked. The only thing moving were his blown out pupils, travelling all over your body – from the fucked out and desperate expression on your face to your heaving chest and the off-the-shoulder dress that he knew was your favorite – the top bunched under your boobs and the bottom ridden up around your waist – to your panties pulled to the side while Jimin’s pumps his fingers in and out and down to those sexy over the knee boots and thigh high socks that gives him an insta-boner every time you wore them, and then back up to your face. He sees the way your brows were knitted closely together, as if asking him what the fuck he was doing in there.

What the fuck was he doing in there? Jungkook knows he should have left eight minutes ago when he first entered the room. Eight minutes ago when all you and Jimin were doing was kissing and some pretty heavy petting above your underwear. But he couldn’t move, not then and not now. He knows he shouldn’t have even entered the locker room in the first place. Shouldn’t have stalked after you when he had asked Hyoyeon where you went off to after a few minutes of you being gone. He should have just let go of Hyoyeon’s teasing ‘to the Korea U’s locker room, why do you ask?’, and continued to celebrate with his teammates. But he had to see for himself, even if he had a feeling that he knew what was going on, there’s only one reason why you would ever step foot into the opposing’s team’s locker room.

All his assumptions were correct and he doesn’t know how to feel, emotions all over the place. He was upset, very much so, that another man had his fingers inside, doing the things Jungkook had dreamt about doing for years. He also felt guilty and embarrassed that he had been caught watching you and Jimin like a fucking pervert. But he also felt beyond turned on seeing Jimin fingerfucking you and your thighs were quivering, all ready to come. Again, more guilt and embarrassment.

He could just turn around now and leave. You probably already hate him anyway.

But then you moan and he just couldn’t help himself, he stays rooted to the spot as his erection aches at the sound, his doe eyes on your face once again… Just in time to see your mouth open up to admit, “Yesss… I l-love that Jungkook’s watching me fuck m-myself on your fingers.”

No… He couldn’t have heard that correctly. That was just his fucked up mind putting words into your mouth, right?! You couldn’t have possibly said that you liked – no, loved that he was watching you get fingerfucked… Right?!

Jimin presses his open mouth on the side of your jaw, dragging his bottom lip up to the underside of your earlobe, all the while hotly breathing against your skin. When he reaches the shell of your ear, his voice low and growling as he asks you, “Remember when you told me that your pussy is mine?”

You look away from Jungkook and up to the ceiling to think. Your head’s a bit foggy at the moment but you do recall the phone call with Jimin last week and how you did tell him that your pussy was his. Blushing, you nod your head as you look at him. “Y-yes. I remember.”

“That’s still the case, correct?”

“I don’t kn-“ you pause to gasp, nodding your head enthusiastically because Jimin curls his fingers, brushing that spot inside that’s bringing you closer to your peak. “Yes! Yes! My pussy’s yours, Jimin! Please, right there!”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Jimin’s tone was cheerful, probably because you so loudly confirm his ownership over your body, meanwhile, all Jungkook could do was clench his fist at his sides and listen. But as much as Jimin would love to fuck you silly, right then and there, and really drill it in you that you’re his… Where’s the fun in that? That can happen anytime, any place! So with that in mind, he tells you, loud enough for Jungkook to overhear, “But just for tonight, I’d be willing to share this tight pussy of yours with him, baby girl. He was the MVP of tonight’s game after all…”

With a start, you take a sharp inhale and hold your breath. Is he really saying what you think he’s saying? That he wouldn’t mind Jungkook fucking you as well… Like a threesome?!

By the way you’re tightening around him, Jimin could tell that you like the idea of Jungkook joining very much. So much so that you feel your high coming. But once again, Jimin rips away the chance for you to orgasm by pulling his fingers out, letting them rest along your inner folds. You might be whining, but Jimin has another idea that he thinks you might like.

With his gaze flicking to Jungkook – who looks like he’s about to pass out because he had choked on his spit when he heard what the blond man said – Jimin grin as he slides his fingers inside you again. Jungkook immediately zeros in at the spot between your legs that Jimin’s digits disappear into.

“Don’t you want to join us?” Jimin punctuates each word of his question with his fingers thrusting inside you again and again and again, deep and hard. Jungkook couldn’t possibly find his voice to answer when all he could focus on was the pretty, little cries you were making.

“Well…?” Jimin questions, smirking at the younger man. “What are you doing just standing there, looking all dumb for, baby boy?”

That definitely gets Jungkook’s attention. He swallows hard at the pet name, his cheeks burning red. He hates how much he likes it. But Park Jimin oozes so much charisma and charm that Jungkook couldn’t help himself.

Attention back on you, Jimin commands in a raspy voice, “I think Jungkook needs a little push… Let him know how much you want him to join us, Y/N.”

It’s the combination of how badly you wanted Jungkook to join in and your desperation to finally come that you put no thought to what comes out of your mouth next. With the loss of your inhibitions, the fact that this could very well change everything between you and Jungkook doesn’t even cross your mind.

“J-Jungkook… I need y-you… you need to come over here and f-fuck your noona.”

Noona. That’s what truly gets Jungkook to finally start moving his feet. He was like on autopilot and that single fucking word was the big red command button that you pressed with the tip of your tongue. You sounding beyond wrecked and – fuck – so hot begging for him. There’s something about you saying that word that just gets to him. He doesn’t even have a noona kink – whatever the fuck that was – but at the same time, maybe he does, though only for you. He could call everyone else noona – Yuri, Solji, Hyoyeon, Yura– but he avoids it with you… Because just the thought of addressing you that or you addressing yourself that immediately makes him bust a nut and he has no idea why.

(Okay, on second thought, he might have had several wet dreams and boner-popping-while-in-class daydreams about you that might have contributed to this turn on…)

But miraculously enough, he manages to reach you and Jimin without busting a nut – at least, not yet – and he looks between the two of you nervously, not really sure where he fits in the equation. “Where do you, um, want me?”

“Here.” Jimin has a glint in his eyes when he pulls away from you, ignoring your huffs of frustrations. “Let’s switch places.”

Jungkook’s eyes nearly bulge out when he sees how slick Jimin’s fingers are, and he’s already thinking about how he would look like covered with your essence as well. It’s the reason he stammers when he asks, “A-are y-you sure?”

Jimin smiles brightly as he pulls Jungkook by the shoulder to take his place. Jimin almost chuckles when he feels how much the younger man is shaking with anticipation. “Yeah, I’m sure –“ then to you he asks, “- how about you, baby girl? This okay with you?”

You’re already wrapping an arm around Jungkook’s neck to pull him closer to you, observing straight away that no part of Jungkook was marked with red lipstick – not his neck, not his lips, nothing. It makes your lips curl lasciviously.

The younger man mutters out a quiet ‘holy fuck…’ as he looks down to see your chest bare chest almost touching him, your sopping cunt so close that he could smell your sweet, sweet scent with every breath he takes.

“I don’t care, I just want to cum,” you whine needily. With your hand on his chin, you lift up Jungkook’s head so he’ll find your gaze instead of staring at your body. “Please make me cum, Jungkook.”

All he could do was nod dumbly as one of his shaking hands holds onto your waist and the other cups your heat. You both groan at the same time, and Jungkook’s shuddering as he whispers with barely contained excitement, “Noona, you’re so wet…”

You sigh as he slips a finger inside. “… And so tight… fuck, noona, I knew you would be tight… but this is… fuck.”

That’s when you feel Jimin slide up behind you, a hand on side of your hip that Jungkook wasn’t grasping, his erection pressing against your back – still clothed, but he had slipped off his sweatpants and was now only in his tight black boxer briefs. Jimin starts to kiss your shoulder as his other arm snakes under your armpit so he can grab onto your breast. Jungkook is captivated by how Jimin rolls your nipple between his fingers and how your back arches for more.

Jimin notices this, just like how he noticed that Jungkook seems to have a noona kink and one other thing that he just had to ask if his inkling was correct. So in between kissing up your neck, Jimin questions, “So you two have never done this… together?”

Biting his lip, Jungkook shakes his head slowly while you let out a ‘no’.

“Huh, interesting…” Jimin smirks, regarding both you and Jungkook. “But it’s pretty obvious you both wanted to…”

That causes you and Jungkook to concurrently dip your heads in shyness.

“Cute…” Jimin comments with a genuine smile. Jungkook may think that it’s only you who Jimin was saying that about, but Jimin had meant it about both of you.

The little moment was interrupted when you make a small noise.

Jimin peers down over your shoulder and sees that the reason for your whiny whimpers was because Jungkook wasn’t moving his hand. It was just shaking as he stays still inside you. “Ah… The human vibrator… the best trick in the book,” Jimin jokes.

“Shut up,” Jungkook mumbles, blushing. But that was the wake-up call he needed to realize that this was actually happening right now, that his fingers were indeed inside your hot and tight walls. It’s not a dream anymore, and he needed to actually do something to make you scream his name like you did do in those dreams. As his tongue pokes out the corner of his slightly parted mouth, Jungkook starts to thrust his two fingers into you, slowly.

Although Jungkook’s lacks the same skill Jimin had displayed – you’re not sure whether it was because he was nervous or inexperienced – he makes up for it by how long his fingers are, easily rubbing your G-spot even though he wasn’t even knuckles deep yet.

“Do you like this, noona?” Jungkook asks as he curls his fingers, prodding that spot over and over again. He grins when your thighs start to shake, nodding as you hiss – yesyesyesyesyes – because his motions and how Jimin slides his hand down to start circling your engorged clit was finally getting you to where you’ve been wanting to be for the past 20 minutes.

Suddenly you come hard, leaning back into Jimin’s chest as your eyes roll back, lightning tingling down your spine as you gush out wetness down Jungkook’s tense arm. No, not gush – but squirt! Both boys stare in shock, the blood rushing to their already hard as fuck erections, as you squirt a couple more times before slumping against Jimin, your chest heavily heaving.

Jungkook looks like he was in a daze, staring at his soaking hand and arm, your cum seeping into the hem of sweater that he had pushed up to his elbow. The past 20 seconds replays in his mind over and over again, he can’t get it out his head. He looks towards you to ask, “Do you always squirt like that?”

“Um, no… Just sometimes…” You wet your lips, bashfully peering at Jungkook then Jimin through your lashes. “Was it weird?”

You don’t know why you’re asking. All the guys you’ve slept with – Taehyung being one of them – had always praised your squirting orgasms. But both Jimin and Jungkook make you so nervous for some odd reason that you find yourself being embarrassed by something that never bothered you before.

“Holy shit, no! it’s wasn’t weird!” Jimin exclaims, wrapping his arm around your waist to hug you tight. Resting his chin on your shoulder, he praises you with a peck on your cheek and a few words, “It was fucking hot!”

“Really?”

This time Jungkook throws in his own reassurance, “Yeah, Y/N… That was…” he sucks in a breath, bobbing his head slightly, pursing his lips together before he continues, “probably the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

As you smile widely at Jungkook’s strangely cute confession, Jimin chuckles and says, “The night’s just starting, baby boy. Remember that.” Then he turns back to you, biting your earlobe, “And I think it’s time for you to make me feel better, baby girl. I recall you mentioning something about being on your knees-“ he glances to Jungkook, a bold smirk on his features, “-and letting me fuck your throat?”

Jungkook’s throat tightens – but not out of anger or dejection or self-pity or anything like that. Actually, he can’t even describe how he’s feeling at that moment. Too many things were happening, and it seems like they were happening all at once that he’s not able to really formulate a solid thought on it.

“Yes, I did say that,” you confirm. “And I still want you to… but I want Jungkook to stay.”

“Don’t worry,” Jimin assures while he lifts your dress up. After he tosses it and it lands somewhere along the benches, he tucks his chin on your shoulder again and says, “I didn’t want him to leave either.”

With both yours and Jimin’s eyes on Jungkook, you ask him in a small voice, “Will you stay?”

Jungkook’s eyes rake down your half-naked body (your boots and ruined underwear were still on but Jungkook actually really, really likes that look), Jimin’s grabbing onto your breasts to entice him, then up again. When he looks into your eyes, big and pleading for him, he nods. All he knows is that he wants to stay. He wants to see where all this goes. “Okay, I’ll stay.”

Once Jimin peels away from you, he claps his hand together. “Alright! Now we’re talking!”

Then Jimin’s mumbling something about how much his balls are aching under his breath while he slips his fingers inside the waistband of his boxer. You and Jungkook both watch as Jimin slides it down, his back towards you so you get an eyeful of his beautiful, supple ass as soon as he pulls it down enough. Your mouth falls at the beauty of it. You look back to check out your own with a pout.

“Yours is nice too, Y/N.” At the whisper, you glance up to see Jungkook grinning at you. Of course your best friend would notice when you’re having serious butt envy.  “In fact -” Jungkook’s large hand grabs onto your flesh and you let out a squeak. “It’s my favorite.”

Jimin lets the two of you have your little moment while he sits down on the edge of the bench. Then he parts his legs wide, ready for you to get on your knees in between them.

“You know, when I do a little strip tease, I expect all eyes on me…” Jimin feigns in a sad tone that grabs both yours and Jungkook’s attention towards him. But what really enraptures it wholly was when you both saw him stroking his erect cock and spreading his pre-cum around the head, all the while there’s that sexy trademarked smirk on his face again. “So get on your knees, Y/N. Before I get angry.”

You take a chance to glance at Jungkook but instantly, you hear Jimin tsk twice and once again your attention’s on him. The smirk no longer lingers on his lips, instead there’s a glower that makes your blood run cold. “You need permission from him now?”

“No.”

“Then on your knees. Now.”

Promptly, you comply with Jimin’s command, bending down in front of him slowly and letting your boot-clad legs graze the carpeted floor. Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock, so pretty like him. You had thought you already memorized every vein, every downy hair, and every beauty mark that Jimin had on him because of how many times you’ve watched the video that he had sent, but seeing it up close was like you were truly seeing it for the first time.

You reach out to grab it, noticing how it fit perfectly in your hands. As you squeeze him gently to get a better feel of it, the only reaction Jimin gives is to buck up faintly, gnawing on his bottom lip to refrain making any noise of pleasure. You have no idea how Jimin was able to keep up his relaxed and domineering façade when he was so hard. He’s throbbing like he’s about to burst in any second.

You didn’t want him to wait any longer, so you lean closer to him, your wet muscle darting out to take a tentative lick. But Jimin grasps the hair from the back of your head to pull you back just before you could even touch him with the tip of your tongue. Wondering what’s wrong, you furrow your brows at him, but Jimin just addresses the other person in the room, “You too. On your knees.”

Jungkook’s mouth drops comically, pointing to himself like that new meme that has been popping up on his twitter feed lately. “M-me?”

“Did I stutter? Yeah, you.” Jimin juts his chin to point out the space next to you. “Right there. Beside Y/N.”

Maybe it’s because Jungkook secretly loves being dominated by his sexual partners (being the dominant one all the time can be so tiring sometimes…) that he drops down beside you in a blink of an eye. And alright, it might also be because Jimin just fits the dominant role so well.

Jimin definitely knows that as well. He also knows the two of you are in the palm of his hands now, amendable to do his every desire. The way his raspy voice barks out commands makes you want – no, need to follow. He doesn’t even need to raise his voice, both yours and Jungkook’s ears are hanging on to his every word now. Both pairs of eyes staring at him are wide and waiting for his next instruction.

“Jungkook…” Jungkook swallows hard when Jimin’s hooded gaze turns to him. “I want you to guide Y/N. I want you to tell her exactly how you like your cock to get sucked. And she’ll suck me off like that…”

Wait, what the fuck… Jungkook blanches. That’s pure torment!

“If you don’t wanna do it…” Jimin shrugs nonchalantly with a tiny ‘whatever’ frown. “I guess I just won’t let you touch her for the rest of the night.”

Shit, that would be worse!

“I love it when they just get down to it!” Jungkook blurts out quickly. “Like they couldn’t wait to have my cock in their mouth! Like they’re just starving for me to fuck their face!”

You squirm, rubbing your thighs together, a blur of all the nameless and by now faceless girls that you’ve seen Jungkook take home throughout the years flashes through your head, doing exactly what he just confessed to liking. Though by the end of it, you start to picture yourself.

You only get pulled out of your thoughts when Jimin says, “You heard him, baby girl. Now suck.”

After taking a moment to wet your dry lips, you dive in to take Jimin in your mouth. He is pretty girthy, so you had a bit of trouble wrapping your lips around him, and you could already tell that your jaw will hurt after this. But once you fit him inside your mouth, your tongue laps at his frenulum a couple times, making Jimin groan and shudder above you. Then you start to slide down to get his entire length in you as quickly as possible, just like how Jungkook said he likes it.

Breathing steadily through your nose and your hands gripping tightly onto Jimin’s thighs, you start you bob your head up and down around his length. You go at it enthusiastically - loving the way he smelled and tasted, loving the all desperate noises he was making – the hisses, the pants, the quiet curses, and the ragged mutters of your name and baby girl - as your tongue also swipes from side to side against the underside of his cock, upping the pleasure until the tip of his head finally hits the back of your relaxed throat.

“I also like it when they look me in the eyes the entire time,” Jungkook continues breathlessly, focusing on the way Jimin’s cock disappears into your mouth, how you’re able to take him all the way to base. “Begging for me to praise them for choking on my cock.”

As Jimin’s grip on your hair tightens to pull you to look up at him and his head hits the back of your throat again, your teary eyes stare into Jimin’s just as you swallow around him. Even through your misty sight, you could tell how much your hot and wet mouth was driving him crazy - his jaw slacked and tongue slightly hanging out as his dark, dilated pupils were on you.

“You’re going so well, baby… You suck cock so good…” Jimin starts and you hum with happiness, elated that it was a genuine compliment and not just something he’s saying to emulate what Jungkook likes to do. “Look at you drooling all over yourself for my cock… Such a good, little slut for me… you love letting Jungkook watch while you gag on my cock, don’t you? You’re already rubbing your thighs together even though you just came. Are you ready to come again, slut?”

This should be torturous – see you sucking off someone else that isn’t him in the way he likes it done, the slurping and gagging noises, the tears and drool streaming down your face and neck as Jimin bucks his hips harder, fucking your throat sore and degrading you with words that Jungkook could tell that you loved because of every pleased keening sounds you made – but for some odd reason, Jungkook just finds it so fucking hot.

“Do you like it when they spit or swallow?” Jimin asks, voice ragged now. He’s close to coming.

With no hesitation, Jungkook answers, “Swallow.”

“Can you do that for me, baby girl?”

As eagerly as you could with Jimin’s length lodge down your throat, you nod with your gaze never straying from him. That makes Jimin grin, pleased with your answer. So he pulls back so just his pulsing head rests on your tongue. Jimin wraps his hand around himself and starts to pump quickly while you wait with your tongue out for him. That image is all it took for him to explode. Hot, white liquid coats the plane of your pink muscle, the taste very much to your liking. You swallow it all down like it was water that you’ve just come across after traveling through the Sahara for weeks without any means of hydration.

“Fuck…”

“Fuuuuck.”

“Fuck!”

“FUCK!”

Jimin and Jungkook take turns saying, unable to believe their eyes at how fucking incredible you were.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand as you heat up, mumbling hoarsely with a small grin, “Stop… You’re both embarrassing me!”

Jimin laughs as he stands up, offering you his hand so he could pull you up as well. You take it but your feet fell asleep while you were going down on him and you almost fall down again. if it weren’t from Jungkook’s hands on your waist to keep you steady, you might have sprained your ankles.

“Thank you,” you say to Jungkook and he grins with a ‘no problem’. While that exchange happened, Jimin had crouched down to regard your boots.

“Hmm… I think you should take these off now,” Jimin suggests, but he was already unzipping one of your boots from the sides. While you hold onto Jimin’s shoulder to slip the first boot off, Jungkook accidentally lets out a sigh of disappointment. Neither you or Jimin missed that, the two of you raising your eyebrows at Jungkook.

“Something you’d like to share with the class?” Jimin playfully questions the younger man.

Jungkook’s grip on your waist tightens as he crowds closer to you, feeling the heat of him on your back as he confesses in the shell of your ear, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you while you have those boots and thigh highs on, noona.”

Hearing that, you let out a tiny, wanting whine. Jungkook would always compliment you with a ‘you look nice today, Y/N!’ whenever you wore those boots or any kind of thigh high/knee high socks but you always thought it was just pure and simple flattery. You had no idea he had such filthy thoughts in his head. If your throat wasn’t so raw, you would have asked him why he never tried to before.

“As much as I would like to see that,” Jimin answers instead, running the palm of his hand down the length of your leg that still had a leather boot on. “I want Y/N as comfortable as possible for what I have planned next…” Jimin grins mischievously as he says that causing both you and Jungkook to gulp audibly. “-and as sexy as these boots are on her, they don’t look comfortable at all!”

Jimin has a point. You’ve been wearing those boots for so many hours already and your feet are aching and sore. Plus, whatever Jimin was planning, you have a suspicion that it’s going to be as rough as how he fucked your face, so you have to be ready for it.

“They’re not comfortable,” you admit. Then you turn to Jungkook just as you let Jimin slips off the last one. “Sorry Kook.”

“It’s cool.” Jungkook shrugs, but you could tell he was a bit disappointed.

“Hey! Don’t look so glum!” Jimin exclaims with a chuckle. “We’re keeping the socks on!”

At that, Jungkook’s eyes brighten instantly, back straightening in attention. The fact that makes Jungkook so happy makes you giggle.

“But this-“ Jimin slips his fingers inside the waistband of your panties. “- this has to come off.”

As he pulls your underwear down your legs, Jimin couldn’t help but mutter out loud how pretty your pussy is, and Jungkook looks down and hums his agreement.

When you have nothing but your thigh highs on, Jimin stands up and addresses Jungkook with furrowed brows, “Why do you still have so much clothes on? Don’t you know it’s your turn?”

HIS TURN!? Jungkook couldn’t even think straight when he heard that, stripping off his clothes at a lightning speed. He was jumping and exerting himself to the fastest he could go, no ounce of at least trying to look semi-sensual while doing it. You and Jimin couldn’t even laugh in amusement, you were both just in awe of how eager Jungkook was and how he seems to be breaking a world record on ‘fastest stripping time’.

Although the execution wasn’t the sexiest thing you ever saw (not even cracking the top 100), the end result more than made up for it. You’ve seen Jungkook shirtless plenty of times and it always takes your breath away… But now that he’s in front of you in all his naked glory - sweat clinging onto his skin, his heavy breathing, his large erect cock curving in attention – you nearly pass out into Jimin’s arms right there.

But you manage to keep yourself upright, thank goodness. You didn’t want to pass out when things are just truly heating up.

Jimin crosses his arms, eyeing Jungkook up and down, particularly at the hardness between Jungkook’s legs. “I can’t say I’m not a bit jealous…”

As Jungkook rubs the back of his neck bashfully, Jimin playfully rolls his eyes then says, “Sit on the bench.”

Jungkook did as he was told, sitting at the exact same spot Jimin had been on.

“Don’t sit so close to the edge, shift back a bit and spread your legs,” Jimin instructs further just as he takes you by the hand to lead you closer Jungkook. The younger man complies to every instruction, all the while his eyes were on you. Once you were in front of Jungkook and Jimin was behind you, Jimin says, “Now I don’t know if you know this about Y/N, but she’ll ride anything. She loves to spread the juices of her pretty, wet cunt on everything as long as it’s getting her off. She did it with a pillow. She tried to do it on my thigh in front of so many people ‘cause she’s such a good. little. slut…“ Jimin paused between the last three words to leave little love bites on the side of your neck. You squirm as you pull your lip between your teeth, remembering all the moments Jimin was mentioning. “Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

You wondered if you should be a little bit ashamed of how right he was. But you couldn’t find it in you to be. “Y-yes.”

Jungkook was speechless hearing all this, wondering to himself when this all happened. But before he could even try to calculate the date and time when you and Jimin could have done all that in the last week with various imaginary equations and formulae floating around his confused expression, Jimin pushes you forward and orders, “Get on his thigh.”

Jungkook catches you around the waist when you stumble forward, your hands holding onto his shoulders and asking quietly if this is okay with him, which he nods readily as an answer. With his consent, you climb onto the bench, your knees on either side of his left thigh. Like Jimin, Jungkook has such nice and muscular thighs, it must be from all the skating. Mouth-watering, you couldn’t wait to start riding it. By the look on Jungkook’s elated face, he must be thinking the same.

But just before you could, Jimin whispers by the shell of your ear, “Hands behind your back, baby.”

At this point, you just find yourself doing whatever Jimin asks – or more so, commands – so your hands swiftly leave Jungkook’s shoulders and meet each other behind your back. Once it’s there, Jimin holds onto your wrist tightly. “Since Y/N blew me so well, I’m going to allow her to have her fun rubbing herself on you… But you- “ Jimin’s sly gaze now on Jungkook. “- baby boy… Did you really think I was just going to let you off easy? After winning tonight’s game? After punching me in the face?”

Jungkook’s eyes start to widen in realization, already chanting multiple ‘shitshitshit’ and ‘fuckmylife’ in his head.

“I may have forgiven you, but I don’t forget so easily…” Jimin grins when he notices Jungkook’s panic. “At least not until you’ve been properly punished…”

“So what does that mean?” you ask for Jungkook.

“It means that while you lose yourself on his thigh, he can’t touch himself to relieve any pressure on that hard cock of his once he sees how fucking beautiful you look in front of him and all the pretty sounds we all know you’re going to make… And you can’t touch him either.” Jimin emphasizes that last fact by pulling your arms back more, causing you arch your back and groan, your breast thrusting forward closer to Jungkook. Your best friend whimpers when he sees that, already bucking his hips slightly just at the sight. That’s when he knew that what Jimin had planned was probably going to be the death of him.

“But don’t think I’m too mean!” Jimin proclaims as his eyes settle on Jungkook’s hands that were still on your hips. “’Cause I’ll allow him to touch you.”

Although that may be cruel for Jungkook as well, Jimin thinks to himself rather giddily. He’d quite like to witness Jungkook falling apart and begging for someone – anyone – to touch him. But Jungkook grasps onto you tighter, satisfied that he has that privilege at least.

“So get to it, baby.” Jimin smirks into your hair. “The faster you come, the faster his punishment will be over.”

You didn’t want to make Jungkook wait any longer than he has to. You could tell he was already so on edge by the way his whole body was shaking underneath you, the way his pupils were so blown out and dark, the way he was perspiring so strenuously.

So you lower yourself on his muscled thigh, sighing the exact moment you make contact with his heated skin. You roll your hips, dragging your wet cunt along him, leaving a long streak of your juices to mingle with his goose-bumped skin and the soft, dark hair on his leg.

You start to hasten your pace while also going at it harder, wanting to come as quickly as possible for Jungkook. You bite down hard on your bottom lip to concentrate. With Jimin holding onto your arms, you needed a lot more strength and determination to really get a nice rhythm going. Once you find it, you knew it wouldn’t take long for you to reach your high.

Jimin’s right, Jungkook thinks, you were a sight to see like that.

The way you rock against his thigh over and over again, the needy and desperate groans and moans of his name every time he would flex his thigh muscle to your liking, the way you tried to keep eye contact with him but every once in a while, you’d tilt your head back as your eyelids flutter shut in pure ecstasy… You were absolutely captivating.

Jungkook couldn’t take his eyes off you. But then again, that is always the case.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from stating softly. His hands roam your body, both to steady you and just to feel the softness of your skin in the palm of his hands. He also runs his fingernails along your legs and thighs, careful not to break the fabric of your sheer socks. When one of his hands grasps onto your supple breast, he does it with so much tenderness that you find yourself stuttering your desire for him to be rougher with you. Pleasing you was the only thing he has going for him at this moment. He’s trying to push back all the voices in his head that’s begging to be touched and begging to finally get his release, and in order to do that, he has to focus all his attention on you. So he does what you ask of him to.

With one of Jungkook’s hands grabbing roughly to the flesh of your ass and the other palming hard on one of your breasts, you start to shake as you hurtle off the edge and into euphoria. You keen and buck wildly as both boys say their praises that you couldn’t even hear because of all the blood rushing to your head.

Once you come down from your high, Jimin lets go of your arms, letting you fall gently forward into Jungkook. With your face hidden in the crook of Jungkook’s neck, you take your time to catch your breath from your mind-blowing orgasm, smiling tiredly as you breathe in the smell of your best friend that you wholeheartedly love.

Peaches and Cream.

It’s funny because it was actually the scent of a lotion that you used to use in high school but grew tired of. Then one day a couple years ago while you were in Jungkook’s car – just driving around at night together, not really doing anything but just having fun with each other’s company, trying to look for a food place that’s open late – he had asked you if you had anything to help him with his dry hands. Lo and behold, the peaches and cream scented lotion was the one you found in your purse. At first he complained that the scent was too girly and you almost snatched it back as you told him ‘Suffer dry hands then, dick!’ but he quickly applied it on.

He kept the lotion after you told him to and he started using it ever since - even repurchasing a new tube every time he ran out of it!

Probably because it reminded him of you.

While you’re still catching your breath, Jimin walks away to head for the lockers on the opposite wall, ultimately turning his back on the two of you. When you hear the twisting of a lock, you peek over your shoulder to check what Jimin was up to. You chuckle when you witness him humming contently to himself, shaking his hips slightly – which, yeah, made you focus on his ass – as he tries to open his locker.

You turn back to Jungkook – who’s still drinking you in with his half-lidded gaze, especially where your heat and his thighs touched and the pool of your cum drenching both of you – and you remember that he’s still painfully hard, his whole body burning and begging to be touched.

So you wrap your hands around his throbbing member. With a start, Jungkook’s eyes enlarge in a panic as it flicks between you and Jimin – who has no idea what was going on behind him. He has a feeling that Jimin’s not going to like this, and for some reason, he doesn’t want to upset the older man. Jungkook whisper quickly, only for you to hear, “Wait, what if Jimin-“

“It’s okay,” you promise him, now pumping him a bit quicker after you gathered a bit of your cum that was on his thigh to coat on his length. Jungkook holds back a moan, but he’s finally allowing himself to relax a bit in your touch. He keeps his soft whimpers to a minimum, not wanting Jimin to find out. As a more dominant person himself, Jungkook gets ticked off whenever his submissive will do things without his order or permission; he’s sure that Jimin’s probably the same… But it feels too good - your small hands around his aching cock, trying your best to get him to cum with every pull and every swipe of your thumb on his slit – that he couldn’t bring you to stop, even if that means Jimin might punish the two of you if he just looks back.

As you watch Jungkook biting down on his bottom lip – hard enough to almost draw blood – you realize that you haven’t even had the pleasure of kissing him yet. So you lick your lips before leaning forward. Jungkook lets his bottom lip go when he notices you coming closer and closer, his lids fluttering shut just as your mouth pressed against his.

It was good. So, so good. You wonder why you hadn’t done it sooner.

But it was distracting you from the task at hand, so you part from him – much to Jungkook’s protest, whining as he tries to capture your lips again. He wasn’t fast enough, your teeth already nipping at the skin on his neck and making your way down. And as much as he missed your lips, your work on his neck felt delightful as well.

Though what really gets him – what causes him to start rutting up into you so lasciviously in eager attempt to finally come – was when you wrap your mouth around his nipple. Distantly, he wonders if you knew how sensitive his nipples were and how much he adored it getting played with. You were sure taking a lot of time with it – lapping it with your tongue, sucking on the tip, and biting it just how he likes – that he’s pretty sure you must have at least had a clue.

And Jungkook was doing so well keeping quiet, but with your special attention on his nipple, he couldn’t help but start groaning and moaning really loudly – how close he was to coming, how good you were making him feel – and he swears that all it would take was a few more strokes of your pretty hands and he’ll co—

“Having fun without me, huh?” Jimin questions indignantly as he lifts you off Jungkook, and the latter whines from the loss of your touch around his throbbing cock. You squeak as you try to grab onto it again but Jimin was already carrying you away from Jungkook. “Guess I’ll have to teach the two of you a lesson…”

Jungkook groans as his squeezes his eyes shut in frustration, hanging his head in defeat. He was so, so close. But now it’s too late. Jungkook knew he won’t be coming anytime soon after that little act of rebellion against Jimin.

Jimin takes you to the adjacent sets of hockey stalls, plopping you down on a bench that seemed to be assigned to the Korea U team’s centre – Kang Daniel – judging by the nameplate attached to the board above you.

“Come here,” Jimin snaps at Jungkook, pointing to a spot on the floor close to where the two of you are. “On the floor and on your knees… I want you to have the best seat in the house for this.”

Jungkook quickly does what he is told, hoping that if he complies really well, Jimin will go easy on him. As Jungkook settles down on the floor with his fingernails digging crescents onto his clenched thighs to distract his thoughts from the urgency between his legs, Jimin rearranges you on your hands and knees, legs spread and your ass sticking up towards him. Once he’s satisfied with your position, he smacks his palm on your ass – causing you stutter forward and cry his name – before he turns to Jungkook.

“You know, I was getting this-“ Jimin holds up and shakes the condom packet in his hand, “- for you, so you could finally fuck her. But…”

As Jungkook quivers in place, thinking about what could have been, Jimin opens up the package and rolls the rubber on his hard length instead.

“You couldn’t wait-“ Jimin shrugs and smirks Jungkook’s way, “- So I guess I’ll just do the honors.”

“It was my fault!” You tell Jimin hurriedly, upset that you’re the reason for Jungkook’s discomfort and punishment. “I told him it was okay! I didn’t know you’ll be angry!”

“Oh, I know it’s your fault,” Jimin tuts with another hard slap on your ass. You bite down on your lip, vision beginning to blur with tears, and you feel Jimin encasing you so his mouth can reach your ear to whisper, “That’s why I’m not going to go easy on you, slut.”

That makes you groan, wiggling your hips closer towards him in wanting. Jimin chuckles as he straightens up again, soothing a palm on your reddening cheeks. “Do you have a safe word?”

Nodding, you blurt out, “Apple.”

Jimin turns to Jungkook. “That good with you too, baby boy?”

The attention on him startles Jungkook. He had been so busy staring at the way your arousal was dripping down your thighs and into your socks that he didn’t notice until Jimin asks again. Hastily, he answers, “I – uh - yes!”

“Apple it is then,” Jimin smirks. Then he presses a finger to his forehead, still addressing Jungkook. “Remember… No touching yourself.”

With that, Jimin rams inside you, easily sliding to the hilt because of how wet you are.

“Oh, fuuuuck… You’re so tight, baby…” Jimin croons as your warm core envelopes him, sucking him into paradise.

You were there too. It’s hard not to be when Jimin’s pounding you so well, the drag of his rigid member against your wall felt so good.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck- oh god, Jimin! H-h-harder!”

Jimin doesn’t hesitate to do as you wish, grabbing onto your hips with a grip so rough - it would definitely leave bruises - to drive harder into your core. Every harsh yet satisfying thrust causes your juices to leak out, running down the inside of your thighs and even dripping on the wooden bench. The squelching sounds so lewd and enticing to everyone in the room. Jimin couldn’t help but grin through his husky grunting when he noticed the puddle accumulating below you.

It’s for a little petty revenge that Jimin chose this stall of his teammate to fuck you on. Daniel had berated him during the game when Jimin accidentally passed the puck to a player in the opposing team. It might be a little fucked up, but Jimin can’t deny how much it thrills him.

When you rock back into him to meet his thrusts harder, one of Jimin’s hands moves to your lower back, in the valley between your plumps cheeks. Then, much to your surprise and delight, his thumb slips shallowly inside your ass. He used just a bit of your wetness as lube so wasn’t an easy fit. It hurts – you feel the burn when he prods his thumb in again - but it hurts so good. Especially since he is crashing his hips into you in such a way that you forget everything but his name.

It’s also the reason you reach your third orgasm of the night, clamping around him like a vice, blubbering as your back arches and toes curl. Jimin fucks you through your orgasm, swatting a hand down your bottom a couple more times for good fun as you quiver uncontrollably underneath him. The strained, high-pitch cries of his name were like music to Jimin’s ears.

Jimin slips out of you when you’re done, still hard, sucking in a hiss between his teeth as he watches the way your cum dribbles out your lower lips and onto the bench. Fuck, that’s a sight he will never forget.

And he and Daniel are definitely even now. Even if Daniel doesn’t know it.

There’s a strained, small sob behind Jimin that sounded like whoever made it was trying really hard to suppress making the noise. That’s when Jimin suddenly remembers there was another person in the room. He had been so entranced by you that he hadn’t even checked on Jungkook once, he doesn’t know whether Jungkook obeyed his command.

But by just one glance at Jungkook – the way his overwrought body twitches every couple seconds, the way he is digging his fingernails into the palm of his hands, and the large amount of precum running down the length of his angry, pulsing cock - it’s clear to see Jungkook had listened, and very well at that. He’s so on edge that Jimin actually feels really bad for keeping him that way.

“Are you alright to go again?” Jimin gently asks you while he holds onto your hand as you try standing up on the ground with wobbly legs.

With your apprehensive eyes on Jungkook’s pitiful state, you answer ‘yes’ with no hesitation. Even though you’re overstimulated to the point you don’t think you’ll come again, you wanted to at least help Jungkook. Not only that, you also wanted to finally know how he feels like inside you as well. You’ve practically been drooling over his big dick all night.

You walk over to him, but Jungkook was too busy distracting himself that he doesn’t notice you were beside him until you crouch down with your knees together and placed your hand over his closed fists.

“Hey,” you greet him a slow, languid smile, circling your thumb around the back of his hand in attempts to soothe him.

There’s an intense yearning in Jungkook’s gaze when he answers back a faint, forced out, “H-hey.”

“You can fuck me now,” you tell him, and he perks up visibly, unfurling his fists to stop digging his nail into his palms. “Jimin’s just getting you a con-“

But Jungkook was much too eager and way too impatient now. He stands up and places you on his shoulder, causing you to squeal instead of finishing your sentence, and he marches over to where Jimin is. When he places you back down, your back’s to the locker beside the one Jimin’s rummaging through. The blond man flicks his eyes over to the two of you – Jungkook has you encased, his forearms placed on the lockers on either side of you and he’s ravenously sucking on your already heavily marked neck while rutting against you. With a grin, Jimin notes, “He’s excited, huh?”

“Gee…” Jungkook turns to him with a fierce glare after he parts his mouth from you. “I wonder why?”

“I don’t blame you,” Jimin says, handing over a condom to Jungkook. As Jungkook snatches it from him, Jimin adds with a wink, “Y/N’s pussy is to die for.”

While you whine out an embarrassed ‘oh my god’ and Jimin giggles; Jungkook groans out a low, guttural sound because of the comment. It made him more desperate to finally feel you for himself. So desperate, in fact, that his trembling fingers couldn’t even rip open the packaging of the condom in his hands. Breathing quite heavy and shaky breaths through his flared nostrils, Jungkook tries and tries again, each time failing much to his frustrations.

When you notice his trouble, you take the package from his hands and peel one side open with ease. You don’t stop there, you also roll it on his cock for him knowing that if that task of just opening it was hard enough, then putting it on might be far more difficult for Jungkook. Your best friend says his sincere thank you after a sharp intake of air through gritted teeth. He’s trying not think about how good your hands feel on him by taking slow breaths and staring up at the ceiling. He didn’t want to cum just by the act of you rolling on the condom for him. That would be the single worst thing ever.

Luckily for Jungkook, he doesn’t bust a nut. He thanks his lucky stars as he lifts one your legs around his waist while your arms immediately go around his neck. With his cock in his hands, he slides it along your lower lips to lubricate his length with your slick. As you make contact with one another, you both whimper from oversensitivity – though while you were too overstimulated, Jungkook was the opposite, edged beyond belief.

“Are you sure you’ll be fine, Y/N?” Jungkook asks shakily once he lines himself up to your entrance.

Although your hips were already quivering just by his tip prodding along your slit, you nod your head weakly. “Yes, I’ll – hnngh – be f-fine.”

At that reassurance, Jungkook enters your hot core, slowly but surely. You’re both panting and groaning along the way, both gaze fixed on the way his cock disappears inside you - inch by every inch. He gapes at the sight; he can hardly believe it’s actually happening. Once he bottoms out, he just stays still, letting the sensation of your warmth surround him in total bliss.

Jungkook can’t – he won’t let himself – cum anytime soon. Not when he just got you and you felt so good and tight for him. If he has to ride the edge for a couple more hours just so he’ll get to keep fucking you, then so be it. Nothing can beat this feeling of you in his arms and whimpering his name. Nothing.

You let him take his time, not asking him to move or do anything until he feels like it. You just comfort him by running your hand through his hair while Jungkook tries to get his breathing even. This was his moment after all. You wanted him to enjoy it even though there’s already a flame being lit in the pit of your stomach again.

Jungkook allows himself another minute, then he starts to move.

He’s usually one to go fast and hard, only caring about reaching his peak. But with you, he wanted to take it slow. Make love, if you will.

He pulls out languidly, half-way, then he slams back inside, his hips crashing with yours. It’s the small noises that you start to make that drives him absolutely crazy. So he does it again. And again. And again.

Jungkook keeps at it until he feels a warming presence behind him, making him slow to a stop. Then, tentatively, a hand caresses one side of his waist. When Jungkook doesn’t move away, and even melts closers to Jimin, plush lips begin to press hot, wet open-mouth kisses all over his shoulders.

“Is this okay?” Jimin asks raspily between kisses.

“Y-yeah,” Jungkook sighs. Then he hears a click, and Jimin’s parting from him. That causes Jungkook to whine slightly, bucking inside you again. Even if you wanted to make a sound, you couldn’t. You were truly speechless by what you just witnessed.

Well, Jimin wasn’t really a surprise. Last week, the Korea U bunnies had told you that it was pretty much an open secret at their campus that Jimin is bisexual. The secret being he was also into girls, because he was openly dating a guy during his freshman and sophomore year. (“Just because he was shy around girls up until a couple months ago, doesn’t mean he was also shy around boys…” Kibum had told you and other girls with a wiggle of his brows.)

But you hadn’t expected Jungkook to be so into this. Since you’ve first met him, you’ve only ever seen him take interest in women. Maybe this is just purely in the moment. Maybe this is a sexual awakening. Maybe he has always known he was into boys as well (just because the two of you are best friends, doesn’t mean you know everything about each other. Heck, you’ve just learned so many new things about Jungkook tonight!). Regardless of what it was, what happens next has your eyes and mouth widening in astonishment.

Jimin tosses the tube he had in his hand on the ground, then he parts Jungkook’s asscheeks to spread the cool liquid he had squirted on the pads on his fingertips around Jungkook’s clenched asshole. “How about this? Is this okay?”

“Oh fuck! Yeah, yeah, it’s fine! More than fine!” Jungkook moans, his whole body on fire. Jimin sticks his tongue out slightly in concentration as he works to fit just a single finger inside Jungkook. It was a fucking tight fit but he manages to do it with all the lube he had coating his digit. Then suddenly, Jungkook peers back over his shoulder with knitted brows. “Wait, what the fuck? You bring lube to the games with you?”

“You never know when you might need it…” Jimin shrugs. Then he smirks, pulling his finger out. “Are you complaining?”

“N-n-noooo!” Jungkook cries, already missing the burning feeling. “Fuuuck! Put it back in!”

Although Jimin tsks in dissatisfaction at Jungkook’s lack of manners, he rests his hand that wasn’t slick with lubricant on Jungkook’s waist and then intrudes Jungkook’s hole again without warning, this time with two fingers. “How does it feel, baby boy?”

As he feels Jimin’s digits curling and attempting to scissor inside him, Jungkook’s eyelids close at the agonizing yet delicious feeling. “Good,” he manages to sigh out between needy pants. “So fucking good.”

While Jimin takes his time stretching Jungkook out wider, the latter was getting impatient. The dual sensation of your walls pulsing around his cock and Jimin spreading him out was too much… But at the same time, it wasn’t enough. He wanted more.

“Just fuck me already!” Jungkook begs through gritted teeth.

“You have such a filthy mouth on you, baby boy,” Jimin growls against the shell of Jungkook’s ear, once again pulling his digits out of the younger man. Jimin rolls on a new condom on himself – the one he had used with you was disposed of when Jungkook was taking his sweet, sweet time entering you for the first time – then lines himself up to Jungkook’s entrance and slowly thrust inside. You all groan loudly as the domino effect happens. Jimin piercing deep into Jungkook causes Jungkook to do the same to you, and you swear you’ve never had anyone go that far into you before.

You were nearly in tears again from all the pain and pleasure that you almost didn’t hear Jimin grunting angrily to Jungkook, “Daddy doesn’t like that.”

That makes your walls compress around Jungkook, and you could tell Jungkook liked it too by the way he keens his apologies. Jimin forgives him with a gentle nip and suck on his shoulder and an ‘it’s okay’.

Jimin’s hands are now on either side of Jungkook’s hips, soothingly rubbing up and down as he lets Jungkook get used to him. It was also to control himself. As badly as Jimin wanted to start moving, he wants to wait until you and Jungkook give the okay. Jimin wants this to be enjoyable for everyone involved.

When both you and Jungkook start begging him to move, Jimin digs his finger into Jungkook’s sides to get a good hold on him. Jungkook hisses because of the scrape of Jimin’s nails but that’s forgotten once Jimin starts snapping his hips with the most unforgiving pace he can manage.

Even though it was already so much – Jungkook’s whole body aching with the need to release - Jungkook still shakily takes the hand on his waist and guides it up to wrap around his throat. He squeezes slightly on top Jimin’s hand to let the blond know what he wants.

Jimin slows down to ask, “Do you remember the safe word?”

“Y-yes… It’s apple.”

“But if you can’t speak, just tap me three times, okay?”

“Okay,” Jungkook answers, squeezing Jimin’s hand again. “Please, Jimin.”

“Not yet… Repeat it first.”

“SafewordisappleandifIcan’tspeakItapyouthreetimes,” Jungkook repeats quickly, so desperate for Jimin to choke him.

“Good boy,” Jimin praises while his grasp tightens marginally around Jungkook’s neck. And as Jungkook’s eyes roll back in bliss, Jimin returns to his previous rapid speed.

The delirious scent of sweat and sex fills the atmosphere around the three of you. If someone were to walk by the locker room, they’ll be probably able to hear all the wet squelches, skin smacking against skin, and unrestrained grunts and wanton moans from everyone in the room.

Then if that someone was to be curious enough to walk in, they would see the most indecent and lewd act that’s ever happened inside the Korea University’s Men’s hockey locker room – maybe even, the whole campus. But none of you would even bat an eye at the intruder.

The three of you were so solely hooked on one another. Each one only caring about making the other two experience their utmost pleasure. Hypothetical intruders be damned.

With the hand around Jungkook’s throat, Jimin splays his fingers out to reach Jungkook sharp jaw, turning Jungkook to face him. Then Jimin tilts his own head to graze his mouth against Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook lets Jimin part the seams of his lips to slip his tongue inside. Jimin groans as their pink muscle swirl together.

Jimin may be stealing all the air left in his lungs, but Jungkook couldn’t get enough.

They only part when you slam the back of your head against the locker behind you. When they check on you, they see that your eyes are squeezed shut as fresh tears pour out of them. Your body shaking uncontrollably as the coil below your stomach tightens again.

“Y/N, are you going to come soon?” Jimin asks as he swivels his hips in slower and deeper thrusts now.

You shake your head, sobbing every time Jungkook grazes that spot inside you. “Jimin, I-I don’t think I can.” You’re trying but there’s a block. “It’s too much.”

You can feel Jungkook twitching, ready to burst any second, but he’s trying to hold back. He wants you to come first.

“Baby girl, if you want him to breathe-“ Jimin roughens his grip around Jungkook’s neck, causing your best friend to wheeze, “- you need to come for daddy.”

They both want you to come first.

It’s seeing how Jungkook’s face flushes from the lack of oxygen that shakes you up to move your hand from his shoulder to drop it to where he was still disappearing back and forth into your heat. You rub your fingers on your swollen clit - gasping and writhing because of too much overstimulation. You really didn’t think you could come again –

But then Jungkook joins you, adding more pressure on your clit with his middle and index finger. You look up and meet his big, pretty eyes.

“N-noona, please come,” Jungkook begs raggedly, still struggling to breathe properly. “Noona, I-I need you to c-come on me, please.”

That all it takes for your orgasm to come crashing in again.

As you clench around him tightly, Jungkook finally lets himself come as a hoarse scream tears through his throat that Jimin has finally let go of. Jungkook fills up the rubber with ropes and ropes of cum that keeps coming even 10 seconds later, when Jimin joins the two of you in bliss. The older man’s sweet, tiny whimpers of satisfaction were drowned out by Jungkook’s passionate moans. He must have been the noisiest out of the three of you.

It was peaceful for a while, all of you basking in the afterglow, soaking in each other’s warmth.

Jungkook lifts his head from your shoulder to press his lips on yours softly. After a minute, he moves his head to the side so Jimin can also taste your lips. Then, of course, Jimin doesn’t hesitate to kiss Jungkook after he was done with you, surprising the younger man in a good way. You’re all a giggling mess when those two break apart.

Jimin detaches himself first a few minutes later, jogging to his stall to grab a towel to clean up. Jungkook lets your leg that was around him after he slips his softened dick out of you, but he still has an arm around your hips to keep you up. He has his nose in your hair as he tells how well you did when Jimin finally comes back, the latter bending down on one knee to wipe you up first.

“You both did great,” Jimin grins up at the two. He softly murmurs a few more praises to the both of you as he switches to clean up Jungkook. It causes butterflies to flutter in both your stomachs at how kind Jimin truly is after being so rough and dominant during sex. Jimin stands up to get a water bottle from his locker and hands it over to you. As you rehydrate, you notice he looks guilt-ridden, gnawing on his bottom lip before he turns to Jungkook. “I’m, uh, sorry for edging you so much. I shouldn’t ha-

“Are you kidding me? I loved it!” Jungkook cuts him off to exclaim.

“Really?!”

“Yeah! I’ve never came so hard before! I actually wanted to be edged more…” Jungkook admits with a chuckle as he rubs the nape of his neck. Then he shrugs. “We’ll just have to discuss more rules for next time.”

“Next time?!” you and Jimin simultaneously question in shock. You both didn’t think that Jungkook would be the first one to suggest a next time.

Jungkook blushes as he looks between the two of you. “Well… we still need to make Y/N squirt again, don’t we?”

His tone was bashful and uncertain, like maybe he put the two of you off by how eager he was.

“You’re right!” Jimin agrees, beaming widely and Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief through the breath he was holding in. Then Jimin peers over to you, eyes darkening again as his wide smile transforms into a sly smirk. “I wanna see her quivering and squirting all over my face next time.”

“Yeah…” Jungkook sighs dreamily, already fantasizing it.

You gape between the both of them as your whole body heats up once more. These two sadistic assholes!

Well luckily for them, you’re a bit of a masochist yourself.

“Come on,” Jimin beckons with an easy smile after Jungkook finished off the water bottle you handed to him. As one of Jimin’s hands holds onto yours and the other tangles with Jungkook’s while he says, “Let’s get dressed. I’ll take you guys to my favorite restaurant nearby. My treat.”

At that, Jungkook smiles brightly enough that his nose and eyes scrunch up that makes Jimin tilt his head back with a content laugh.

Your stomach flips at the sight of the two of them.

They both seem to know the way into your heart: free food and pretty smiles.

Friday – Final Game

What stirs you awake on Friday morning was a cooing in your left ear – something about sunny-side up eggs or scrambled eggs –  and the feeling of plush lips that fleeting peppers the left side of your face with soft kisses. You answer even before your eyes open – scrambled, through a yawn. There’s a grumpy whine from your right side and an arm tightening around your waist as a groggy voice murmurs out, five more minutes.

When you manage to finally blink the sleep out of your eyes, you are greeted with a sight of Jimin smiling sweetly down at you.

“Morning beautiful,” he greets while your hand caresses the side of his face to pull him down for a kiss.

“Mornin’,” you hum with a grin when you pull away.

“Do you know how he likes his eggs?” Jimin asks as his chin juts to the body on your right. “I tried to ask him but the answer I got was just a bunch of gibberish.”

You giggle as you look the man beside you, running your fingers through his dark hair gently. As you continue your soothing ministration, you turn to Jimin again, “Jungkook likes it over-easy.”

Jungkook lifts his head up slightly from where it was squished against you right boob when he hears his name. His sleepy eyes open in just tiny slits and mouth puckered together in a cute pout while he gazes around, then settles it on Jimin. “You’re making breakfast?”

“I did promise, didn’t I?” Jimin answers as he hops off the bed, grabbing his boxers off the floor. Once it’s on, he adds with a wink, “After what you both did last night, you two deserve it.”

Remembering what had transpired last night causes your whole body to shiver and your heartbeat to race with delight.

Actually, it wasn’t just last night, but almost the entire day yesterday.

After that meal you all had together at that open past midnight restaurant near the Korea U campus, you and Jungkook stayed over at Jimin’s apartment to rest and cuddle. Then when morning came, the three of you drove back to Yonsei and parted ways for a bit – you went back home while Jimin and Jungkook met up with their respective teams for their last practice before the big game today. They both ended up finishing their practice at the same time during the early afternoon and so they headed to your apartment together. That’s when the fun started.

You really thought four orgasms in a session was your limit after Wednesday night. But of course, the two boys had to prove you wrong.

Jimin giggles when he sees the look on your blushing face, knowing that you were thinking about all the things the three of you did yesterday (like how you did squirt all over his face after he allowed you to ride his tongue, just like he wanted you to). As you continue to think about all the lewd act you all committed, Jimin places his hands on the bed just so can lean in give you a quick kiss on the lips. Before you could respond to kiss him back, he’s already straightening up again and leaving your bedroom to head for the kitchen.

You check back on Jungkook while you hear Jimin’s cheerful singing and the creaking of cabinets opening, and you smile fondly when you find Jungkook had already drifted back to sleep. You shift down across the bed so when you turn on your side, the two of you will be face-to-face.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” you sing-song with a tilt in your voice. As Jungkook groans five more minutes again, you press your lips five times up the bridge of his nose, starting at the tip then up to the crease between his furrowed brows. A smile lifts at the corners of Jungkook’s mouth when he feels this, drowsily mumbling for more.

“I’ll give you more when you wake up.”

That’s when you get flipped on your back and Jungkook is hovering above you on all fours. His eyelids are still languidly blinking but he’s awake. And so is his cock. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips when you feel it heavy against your inner thighs.

“Don’t tease me, Y/N,” he whines with a slight growl, pinning your hands above your head on the mattress.

It’s amazing how his libido is already on full drive when he just woke up – and after all he did last night. But with the fire lighting up in your core, you’re not complaining.

You flutter your eyelashes as innocently as you can as you swivel your hips to grind against. “What do I get in return for a kiss?”

Jungkook bites back a moan, inhaling in a ragged breath instead, before his dark gaze falls on you.

“I’ll fuck you –“ he starts with a lethargic drawl in his tone, and already, it has you rubbing your thighs together. “I’ll fuck you as hard and as rough as I know you like it. I’ll have you screaming my name loud enough to wake the whole damn neighborhood because I’ll be fucking your pretty cunt so well. That good with you, noona?”

After a small, sweet and needy whimper escapes your lips that has Jungkook smirking, you tell him, “Then kiss me.”

So he does, diving down to capture your lips with his own. As the two of you ardently swirl your tongues together, panting hotly into each other’s mouths, you manage to free your legs from the cage of Jungkook’s legs on either side of you. You wrap yourself around his hips instead, pushing the heels of your feet against his ass to pull him closer towards you.

Jungkook groans gutturally when his length slides along your already slick folds. Just the heat of you was enough to drive him into a frenzy. He still couldn’t believe that this is actually happening – and has happened many, many, many times in the last 24 hours. Jungkook thinks he must have done some good shit in his past lives for this to be happening to him now. He just knows it!

Not wasting any more time, he draws your wrist together so he’ll be able to hold them with just one of his hands to allow his other one to reach down and line himself up with your entrance.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jungkook hisses between clenched teeth as he slides into you. And he still couldn’t believe how tight you are. It should be illegal how good you feel around him.

In the kitchen, Jimin chuckles and shakes his head in amusement when he hears all the impassioned noises coming from the bedroom. He’d go over and watch, but he didn’t want to burn Jungkook’s eggs!

So he goes back to diligently cutting up the fruits that your friends had gifted you while Jungkook fucks you until your body’s aching – again.

And as Jungkook predicted, you’re screaming his name loud enough to wake – well, not the entire neighborhood, but maybe just your surrounding neighbors, like the poor elderly couple living next door. You try to quiet down, but Jungkook’s pounding into you so hard and so, so good that you couldn’t help yourself.

It’s because of the way you’re chanting his name, so wrecked and desperate for more, that Jungkook knows he won’t last long. So he lets go of your wrists to drag his forearm down beside your head, allowing him to anchor himself on the bed better so he could start driving into you in a more unbelievably punishing speed that has your eyes pricking with tears. As your free arms wrap around him, you dig your nails down his back, leaving trails of inflamed skin in their wake.

You were close, and by the way Jungkook’s hips were stuttering, he is too.

“I love you, Y/N,” Jungkook says between moans, his eyes looking into yours as his hand finds your clit. “I love you.”

Although it wasn’t his first time confessing that (he had done it about a dozen time yesterday), it still fills you up with joy. With his fingers rubbing figure eights on your sensitive nub, you smile when you tell him, “I love you too,” as your back arches and you’re pulsing tight around him as your orgasm washes over you.

Jungkook comes undone at that, spilling his seed deep inside you, filling you up to the brim with hot, white cum. He won’t ever get tired of the pretty faces you make while you come. He won’t ever get tired of hearing you say ‘I love you’ back to him either.

As soon as Jungkook pulls his softened length out of you and plops beside with a tired and satisfied sigh, Jimin steps into the room, brightly smiling, “The Five-Star Breakfast is ready!”

That excites Jungkook, sitting up quickly with a pump of his fist in the air. You don’t know how he does it, you were far too exhausted to move even an inch, let alone sit up.

“Come on, Y/N!” Jimin jumps onto the foot of the bed, still smiling brightly. “It’s really good!”

While Jimin tries to get you to move by tickling the soles of your feet and both your giggles filling the room along with your playful ‘stop!’s, Jungkook chuckles while he grabs for the first shirt he feels on the ground. After that, he helps sits you up and because your limbs still feeling like jelly, he puts the oversized shirt on for you as well. He pouts when he realizes it was Jimin’s jersey, then he sighs, resigned. “Guess this’ll have to do.”

“Hey, it’s only fair!” Jimin states with feign irritation, crossing his arms. “Your cum is inside her.”

That fact should irritate Jimin – not out of jealousy but because Jimin really advocates for safe sex and has never had sex without a condom - but it doesn’t. Though both boys are really great when it comes to safe sex and the three of you made sure to give each other proofs that you were all clean and tested, Jungkook had really wanted to come inside you and hearing that turned both you and Jimin on. So for Jungkook and you, Jimin will make an exception. The deal now is that the three of you will get tested more frequently and all of you were fine by that.

(Plus, Jimin found out last night that he really loves eating out the mixture of yours and Jungkook’s cum out of you. So there’s that as well!)

But as tempting as it was to do that right now – Jimin’s eyes are glued to the way the white liquid leaks out of you – he and Jungkook had to be at the Yonsei Stadium soon for the last pregame skate.

Though in the end, he couldn’t resist, plunging two of his fingers into your core to scoop out some cum and bringing to his mouth. You and Jungkook watch in awe as Jimin swirls his tongue around his digits, eyes shutting and humming in content because of the tastes.

That’s all Jimin will allow himself this morning, and so he turns to Jungkook once he pops his fingers out his mouth. “Take Y/N to the washroom and get yourselves washed up. I’ll set up the table.”

Jungkook salutes him – jaw still dropped slightly -  before lifting you off the bed bridal style. Jimin follows the two of you out your bedroom but part ways when he heads back to the kitchen and Jungkook goes the bathroom with you still in his arms.

But setting up the table didn’t take that long, and so Jimin sits at the table twiddling his thumbs for a few minutes. Then he hears you squealing and laughing joyfully and he shots out of the chair, heading to the washroom as well. When he opens the slightly ajar door, the fog in the room escapes and the scent of coconut fills the air.

He finds the two of you in the shower, hands on each other to lather up the shower gel and, more so, feel each other up. The creaking of the door made Jimin’s presence known, and you both to look at him with broad smiles.

“We were hoping you’ll show up,” Jungkook says with a grin as you both watch Jimin shifting off his underwear.

“Did you now?” Jimin questions with a sly smirk. Then to prove Jungkook’s point, you and Jungkook both take Jimin’s arms and pull him into the shower. Jimin gets caught in the middle of you and Jungkook, and it’s not a bad place to be.

Being a little bit late won’t hurt anybody…

A while later – like a long while later – you’re all gathered around your small kitchen table, about to dig into the breakfast that Jimin had kindly made.

“This is what you call a Five-Star breakfast?” Jungkook lets out a fart of air through his pouted mouth as he scans the plates on the table – eggs, toasts, and fruits cut into heart-shapes. You slap his arm as you glare at him over the glass of apple juice you’re drinking from. Ungrateful little…

“I worked very hard on his,” Jimin frowns, picking up a heart-shaped piece of apple – a reminder of his hard work. “I cut each and every fruit with my love and care…”

Hearing the sad tone in Jimin’s voice, Jungkook quickly stuffs a heart-shaped mango in his mouth and gives a thumbs up with his doe-eyes wide, bowing his head slightly. “I was kidding! I love it, hyung! Thank you!”

You and Jimin giggle at the younger man’s 180, exchanging a look of amusement while Jungkook’s already stuffing his mouth. You soon both follow after him.

“You know…” Jimin begins a bit later, all the plates and cups almost empty. “I was actually starting to dislike playing hockey.”

“Really?!” both you and Jungkook question in disbelief.

“Why?” you ask further.

“I don’t know…” Jimin shrugs as he runs his hand through his hair. “I guess it just became a chore for me. I was burnt out from all the practice and high expectations. It wasn’t fun anymore…”

You and Jungkook frown sadly, not knowing what to say. Jungkook has seen many past teammates go through a slump and then quit playing the game. It happened so many times before but he still doesn’t know how to handle it or what to say to make them rethink their choice. He wished he did know, so he can help Jimin out.

“But!” Jimin perks up, smiling brightly again. “These past few games reignited my love for hockey. Maybe it’s the whole rivalry thing we had going on-“ he says to Jungkook, then turning to you, he adds, “- or maybe it’s because I wanted to impress you. But… I remember why I started playing hockey in the first place.” Now he looks between the two of you, “So thank you.”

Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief, glad to know that Jimin wasn’t thinking about quitting.

“You’re welcome,” Jungkook grins, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair, looking cocky as hell. “But this doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you today…”

While you roll your eyes playfully, Jimin laughs, nodding. “I won’t go easy on you either!”

“I can’t believe you and Y/N had a threesome… AND I WASN’T THE THIRD PARTY!?”

Jungkook glares at Taehyung’s lack of tact, screaming out what Jungkook had just told him and Yugyeom for everyone else in the room to hear. Luckily, his teammates don’t care – shit like this was a common occurrence in the Yonsei locker room. But he does get a few ‘fucking finally’ and ‘nice on Jeon!’ comments from his other teammates.

“You’re fucking weird,” Yugyeom tells the boy standing beside him, both of them in front Jungkook who was sitting down and fastening up his skates.

Taehyung rolls his eyes. As if he doesn’t already know. So with that in mind, he tuts to Jungkook, “Next time, ask me instead!”

Jungkook squints his eyes and purses his lips, pretending to think.

“Yeah…” Taehyung perks up, until Jungkook adds with a snicker, “No.”

While Taehyung whines childishly – stomping his feet as best as he could with skates on -  Jungkook continues, “’Cause it’s more than that, Tae. We’re all, um, going to try…” He’s already blushing bright red before he can even say the word, his stomach lit with fireworks, “dating.”

Both his best friends’ jaw drops at that. Then, Taehyung once again:

“WHY AM I NOT THE THIRD PARTY?!”

Yugyeom is a lot more ecstatic though, sliding to sit beside Jungkook so he can wrap an arm around Jungkook’s shoulders to pull him close. He smiles brightly, shaking Jungkook up with an aggressive rub of his upper arm. “I’m so happy for you! You were ‘that feel when no gf’ for the longest time and now you have a girlfriend and a boyfriend.” Yugyeom sniffs, pretending to wipe away a fake tear under his eye. “What a come up.”

“You and your fucking old-school ass memes and lingo. Kids these days use glow up now, you fucking grandpa!” Taehyung states while Jungkook and Yugyeom ignore him, laughing together as Yugyeom congratulates Jungkook some more. Taehyung lets out an exasperated sigh, mumbling mostly to himself, “And again… why am I not the third party?”

“Why can’t I be you?!” Hyoyeon wails as both her hands grip on your wrist, frantically tugging at your arm after you told her and the rest of the girls about the news – that you’re dating both Jungkook and Jimin. “Can we switch bodies for one day? One day is all I need!”

From all around you, the other girls express their excitement with giddy squeals and tight hugs. The five of you were already sitting in your usual front row seats around the rink, waiting for the teams to come out.

“You upstaged my announcement…” Yura states. Just a few minutes ago, she had announced that she and Jong2 are finally dating-dating. Hand over her heart, she adds, eyes twinkling, “… and I couldn’t be more proud.”

“I want to know your secret, Y/N,” Yuri says as stadium fills with cheers – all the boys finally making their way onto the ice. You all stand up along with the rest of the crowd, knowing that the National Anthem will be played soon - the two teams on the ice lining up in separate lines. With her gaze flicking between the Golden Boy and the blond on the opposing team, Yuri murmurs in admiration, “You’re so lucky… I mean, I’m not attracted to Jeon at all but I could see he’s hot. But Jimin’s just… Wow… Ethereal.”

While you catch Jimin’s eyes on you, a playful smirk lifting his lips, Solji raises a question of concern, “But isn’t Jimin worried that you and Jungkook have more of a history… and that you two probably have more feelings for each other?”

“Wow… Way to kill the mood, Solj,” Hyoyeon grumbles.

“No, no… she’s right,” you say as you turn away from Jimin to address your friends. “Jimin was a bit apprehensive about it. But it was actually Jungkook that convinced him! Well, both of us did, but it was Jungkook’s idea.”

“Convinced him…” Yuri squints. “How?”

“We…do…le…b…ob,” you mumble.

“You did what now!?” Yura questions in anticipation, urging you to repeat yourself.

“We gave him a double blowjob,” you repeat, still in a whisper, but enough for only the girls to hear. You burn up just thinking about it - how eager both you and Jungkook were, how loud Jimin was. It was the only convincing Jimin needed. If it wasn’t already obvious enough, he had a thing for seeing both you and Jungkook on your knees for him. (And he also has a daddy kink, but neither you or Jungkook are brave enough to say it for him out loud even though you both like it when he calls himself that. “One day, I’ll have you both screaming daddy for me. One day…” Jimin said with determination.)

The girls’ jaws drop instantaneously just as the National Anthem started. They were obviously speechless throughout it.

When it was over and you’re all sitting back down, that’s when they find their voice again.

“You’re living my dream life,” Hyoyeon tells you. “Truly, babe, you are.”

As the other girls hum their agreement, Solji opens her mouth to raise another question of concern. “What about the game? Are they okay with whoever wins? Is that going to cause a strain?”

The other girls roll their eyes and express that Solji is being too much of the mother hen, but you just grin. You’re glad she’s so caring and that she’s looking out for everyone in the relationship.

“Yeah, they said they’ll be fine. Someone has to win at the end of the day, so…” You tell her. Then you giggle, remembering the two boy’s conversation in the car on the way over. “But they did make a bet…” Then as you watch the teams line up to their position, you add, “Whoever scores the most goals in the first period gets to kiss me during the first intermission.”

On the ice, Jungkook stands in his centre position, bending his knees nice and low as he sizes up the man in front of him – Jung Hoseok.

“You ready to lose, Jeon?” Hoseok asks, his fiery red hair already sticking to his forehead.

“Ha! I should be asking you that question!” Jungkook counters with a grin and the boy laughs wholeheartedly in return. Though their teams are rivals and they’re both really bloodthirsty centres, Jungkook has always liked Hoseok. If they had been on the same team (because Hoseok had told him before that he almost attended Yonsei), they would have been the best of friends because Hoseok was always so bright and cheerful and –

“But seriously Jeon, if you break my best friend’s heart… I won’t hesitate, bitch,” Hoseok sneers.

Well, most of the time.

A panicked shiver runs down Jungkook spine even though Hoseok was quoting a Vine meme. That’s how terrifying Hoseok sounded.

Jungkook looks to the right, over at Jimin who grins when their eyes meet. Jungkook feels butterflies in his stomach, like how he used to feel when he first started liking you – there’s no doubt in his mind that he’ll come to love Jimin as much as he loves you. Then he turns back to Hoseok, “You don’t have to worry.”

“Better not have to,” Hoseok grumbles with glare just as the referee skates over with the puck.

Then the puck drops and the final game officially starts.

With his lightning reflexes, Jungkook wins the face-off, passing the puck right to his captain. He skates as everyone scatters to get to the puck and Jong1 quickly passes the puck back to him.

When he has the puck dribbling with his stick, Jungkook smirks Jimin’s way, before looking ahead and accelerating forward with a breakaway, going that insanely fast speed that’s his signature.  

And just like that, in the first 20 seconds of the game, Jungkook scores the first goal of the evening. The crowd goes wild. Even the Korea University students can’t deny that it was the perfect goal, that there’s a reason why Jeon Jungkook, #19 from the Yonsei University hockey team, has the nickname Golden Boy. He was truly living up to the name.

Jungkook gives an exaggerated shrug towards Jimin when they skate back to face-off position; a sorry not sorry, a better luck next time.

With wide eyes and mouth slightly puckered, Jimin nods in appreciation of Jungkook’s display of skill, clearly impressed.

The next face-off goes the Korea U team though, and Hoseok passes it off to their maknae, Mark Lee, who skates up to pass it to Jimin. Both Jong2 and Jong3 try to block Jimin’s way but the lithe and agile man easily slips past the obstacles in front of him and shoots the puck straight to the space between Taehyung’s legs. Taehyung blocks it with his knees, but it bounces off the post and passes the red line, ultimately giving the goal to Korea U, and the crowd goes wild again. It’s obviously going to be a very eventful game.

When Jimin passes Jungkook this time, he copies Jungkook’s exaggerated shrug and smirk. Jimin’s not backing down anytime soon.

Jungkook chuckles as they line up for another face-off. He wonders how many times they’ll face-off in just the first 10 minutes alone.

It’s hard to predict which team will win the championship cup this early on in the game. They’ll worry about that in the 3rd period.

But for now - and for that kiss…

Let the games begin.

jungkook.

why tf is he so HOT ?? who gave this man permission like HOT DAMN

motor head | jjk (m)

pairing: jungkook x female reader genre(s)&au(s): motorcyclist!jungkook, situationship / friends-with-benefits, angst, smut, pwp rating: 18+ word count: 10.2k+ warning(s)&smut warning(s): they r a little toxic w each other btw ! possessive jaykay n jealous jaykay bcs he literally cant see you around other men !!!! QATAR JAYKAY W LONG CURLY HAIR ALL IN HIS EYES LIKE PRINCE CHARMING 🤤, tattoos !!!! all out !!!!!! — thats a warning on its own :)))) - i may have also given him a giant rib tattoo bcs i hate myself that much 🤭 jaykay rides a motorcycle just in case u havent already guessed 🥲😲, biggest cawk jaykay, dirty talkinnn’, size kink bigger than his muscles !! he uses his motorcycle as a giant sex toy 🤲🏻🫠, clit play while driving, rough kisses, love bites, rough oral sex (m rec), face fucking (f rec), thigh riding & dry humping, vaginal fingering (f rec), anal fingering (f rec), spitting on her face n spitting on her ass, 💦💦, 👉🏻 degradation kink & praise kink 👈🏻, vaginal penetrative sex, unprotected sex, sex on top of a motorbike, multiple orgasms, power play sksksk, jealousy sex (????? ye kinda), orgasm denial(s), creampie. summary: jungkook doesn’t like seeing someone else have your attention, so he decides he’s gonna do something about it. beta(s): @jeonspub & @pjmparadise  banner: @kth1 | @kth1fics 

A hand fists into the back of your tank top and pulls you upright from your bent position. Looking behind you, you come eye-to-eye with Jungkook who looks like he reached his final limit with you. Seeing red, he is quick to push the man out from behind you, watching as his body struggles to keep himself standing at the force.

“Jaykay, what’s your fuckin’ problem, man?” The orange haired man you know as Jimin asks. “The little lady is just having some fun, don’t be such a spoil sport,” he jests — clearly loving the agitated reaction he is getting from Jungkook if the snarky grin on his face is anything to go by.

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