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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀ˋfluff: 20%
Ψ(☆ｗ☆)Ψ smut: 80%
🦋 - fluff
🦇 - smut ( you’ll be seeing a lot of these)
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☆ Kim Namjoon ☆:
WET | joon-com 🦇
seat 287 | knjsnoona 🦇
Ramen? | solarwonux 🦇🦋
Problem Solved (M) | sugasbabiie 🦇
Hard, Harder, Hardest | honeymoonjin 🦇
Sexual Healing | honeymoonjin 🦇
☆ Kim Seokjin ☆
Breeding Kink | your-daily-biaswrecking 🦇
☆ Min Yoongi ☆
Vanilla!yoongi discovers he likes choking | your-daily-biaswrecking 🦇
☆ Jung Hoseok ☆
needy | grinnieyoongi 🦋 🦇
Hard, Harder, Hardest | honeymoonjin 🦇
Message Recieved | sunshinerainbowsbts 🦇
☆ Park Jimin ☆
You Have To Be Quiet | your-daily-biaswrecking 🦇
☆ Kim Taehyung ☆
Hard, Harder, Hardest | honeymoonjin 🦇
girls like you.| bratkook 🦇
greengreengreen | njssi 🦇
Player Two. ( w/ jjk) | minjoonalist 🦇
☆ Jeon Jungkook ☆
REQUEST | joon-com 🦇
A Lazy Saturday | silmiastories🦇 🦋
come over. | bratkook 🦇
The Art of Boxing (M) | seokiie 🦇
Player Two. ( w/ kth) | minjoonalist 🦇
Missed You More | spiderlilyserendipity 🦋
Make You Silly | dreamescapeswriting 🦇
Game Over | rmverse 🦇🦋
caught me | jeongie 🦇
quickie | melaninkpopimagines 🦇
☆ OT7 ☆
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𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 ━━━━ bts ot7 ( masterlist )
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ↬ being an office worker is not bad. and your new job happens to confirm that; when it seems your first day couldn’t get any better, your new coworker comes up with an unexpected proposal. “unexpected” for you, but not for him. maybe you should have read the clause at end of your contract…
𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ↬ mature ( s )
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ↬ bts x finance manager!reader
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ↬ SMUT! literally porn with plot. discussion of sex, sex between coworkers, previously consented sex, protected and unprotected sex, rough sex, sex in public places, sexual tension at its finest, random hookups, oral sex (f and m receiving), mentions of male x male action. warnings are more detailed in each chapter.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ↬
001. staff accountant, jeon jungkook. ! read here !
002. administrative assistant, kim taehyung. ( coming soon … )
003. project manager, min yoongi.
004. business analyst, park jimin.
005. sales representative, jung hoseok.
006. executive assistant, kim seokjin.
007. chief executive officer, kim namjoon.
+ additional chapters
all night | knj ft. myg
pairing. namjoon x switch!reader x yoongi
genre. smut, idol!joon, idol!yoongi, pwp | 18+ |
w.c. 4.5k
summary. in which listening to music during a smoke sesh with your best friends namjoon and yoongi in the studio turns into much more
contains. use of marijuana, studio sex, threesome, handjob, degradation, m. oral, edging, m. masturbation, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, creampie, f. fingering, f. nipple play, mentions of exhibitionism, overstimulation, manhandling (namjoon is FED tf up), yoongi shows no mercy either, which results in: squirting<3
“come to my studio, magic happens” -🎵
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“I almost forgot how fucking good this song was.”
Exhaling the smoke you inhaled before speaking, you turn slightly to retrieve the blunt back from Yoongi.
Cooped up next to him on the small sofa in Namjoon’s studio, Namjoon grins at your words as he reclines further back into his desk chair that’s facing the two of you.
“You just like the words you pervert.”
You cough mid-hit, frantically handing the blunt back to Yoongi as you use your free hand to flick Namjoon off.
“That or The Weekend is just hot so anything he sings is—“
“You think he’s hot?” Yoongi interrupts. You smirk as you bring one hand over to ruffle his fluffy hair, messing it up. He gives you a blank expression and passes the blunt to Namjoon instead of you. Giggling, you blow the smoke into his face.
“Jealous?”
“No.”
“I’m sure if you moaned in a song I’d call it hot too.”
“Really?”
Namjoon rolls his eyes at the banter taking place in front of him, taking a rather harsh drag before disrupting it.
“Y/N just likes songs about fucking,” he nods over to you, “admit it.”
You scoff at his accusation, hand landing on your chest in mock offense.
“A little bold are we?”
Namjoon only smirks, dimples showcased prominently on his relaxed features despite the heavy fog that’s clouding up the small studio.
“I gotta piss,” Yoongi mumbles as he attempts to stand up, large hands playfully shoving you to the side to allow him room to escape. Namjoon reaches over to hand you the blunt, simultaneously blocking Yoongi from passing through— merely just to piss him off. It works as he rolls his eyes, giving the younger man a deathly glare.
“Hurry up, the songs almost over,” you call out as Yoongi finally makes it to the door.
“Then replay it?” Yoongi suggests, deadpanned as usual, just before his body disappears through the small crack of the door, hurriedly shutting it behind him to prevent any smoke from getting out.
Kicking your feet up on the now empty space beside you, you position yourself to lay flat on your back before turning your head to face Namjoon, a mischievous grin on your face.
“Go on…” you tell him, eyes gesturing to the phone on his lap that’s connected to the speaker.
Namjoon understands the underlying intent in your grin as well as instructions all too well as the song you’re listening to, Valerie by The Weekend, starts off with moaning.
“Fucking pervert.” He chuckles to himself with a shake of his head, nonetheless pressing the replay button.
The blunt is almost at the end of its life, so you take one soft drag before reaching your hand out to pass it over to Namjoon, letting him do the honors.
You face the ceiling, eyes blissfully shutting and soaking in the music, and it surprises Namjoon when you sing along. Well— maybe not sing. It surprises him when you moan along.
“Mm… so good.” You trail off, referring to the song of course.
You know slightly what you’re doing, but you consider it banter. A joke. So your eyes go wide when you turn your head and see Namjoon’s large hands covering his crotch area as if he’s trying to hide it from you, the now-dead blunt tucked between his index and middle fingers.
“No fucking way...” you mutter with evident shock to your tone, slight humor but overall seriousness.
“Joonie… are you—“
“You can’t do shit like that, Y/N.” He exhales, an airy chuckle of disbelief following. “Look what you did. It’s fuckin’ getting hard now.”
Trailing your eyes back to his hands, you struggle to get a glimpse of what he’s referring to. You decide to entertain the situation, too high to tell yourself not to.
“Well are you gonna move your hands?” you ask nonchalantly, words being something of a whisper.
He only scoffs, interpreting your words as more banter. “Are you saying you want to see my print?”
The mood is lighthearted and humorous, playful almost, but you’re dead serious when you say “yeah.”
Namjoon tenses up, gulping as he examines your sprawled-out body on the sofa, replaying your soft-spoken tone in his head.
Eyes on yours, yours on his hands, he uncovers his bulge and your bottom lip finds sanctuary in between your teeth.
The song is doing no justice to the sudden tension that overpowers the fading smoke surrounding the room, suffocating you both in an immense cloud of temptation. It’s you who falls victim to the thick air as you let your hand travel to your jacket zipper, your focus set on him as you tug it down.
Namjoon’s eyes are heavy lidded, cheeks hallowed out as he bites on the insides of them, quickly reaching behind to blindly flick the roach of a blunt onto the rolling tray atop his desk before bringing his free hand back to settle on his bugle- this time for a different reason.
He watches your fingers intently as you knock the heavy material off of your shoulders, revealing your white tight-fitting camisole, no bra.
“My turn.”
Bringing your hands to your breasts, you trace over your erect nipples, flicking them slowly until you're whimpering in front of Namjoon’s gaze, noticing how his hand begins to rub against him harder.
“Y/N…” he breathes, whiney almost, and you smirk in response.
“Hm?”
He doesn’t answer, eyes fixated on your breasts until he adverts them to your leg that’s rising up.
You tease your fingertips against the skin of your inner thigh, your attention fully on Namjoon’s reaction. You see how useless his palming is for him as he’s blatantly aching for something more. Something other than his own hand rubbing against his clothed cock.
That’s when your leg comes down, your body sits up, and just like that you’re kneeling on the ground and crawling over to him on his desk chair.
Namjoon gasps with almost no volume at your sudden action and proximity, eyes widening the slightest as he questions your intent.
“Y-yoongi will be back any second,” he attempts to alert you, but you only continue running a hand up his thigh.
He hesitantly removes his hand from his bulge, allowing yours to replace it. It’s crazy how drastic the change is, and he flinches at the pleasure that comes from your touch.
You do exactly what he was doing, rubbing your palm against his stern bulge through his pants, eyes slowly flicking up to his only to see them shut and head lolled back.
“I’m barely even touching you baby.”
Your words choke him up and trigger something within him, his hips jolting upwards to rub himself harder against your palm. A tiny grunt escapes from between his clenched teeth.
You can see the desperation in him taking charge, and you’re so ready to submit to it, but the faint beeping sound of the studio door’s keypad being clicked fills the once-intoxicating air. You don’t stop, though. And it turns Namjoon on more than you know.
In comes a frantic Yoongi, hurriedly closing the door behind him as he speaks with a lost breath.
“Staff looked suspicious as fuck at the smell but I saved your asses, you’re welco—“
You look up at Namjoon, and he looks over to Yoongi to which Yoongi looks down at you. He blinks a few times to ensure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him, and when he confirms the sight of your hand on Namjoons cock- his heartbeat stills.
“Thank you,” you respond to his cut-off statement, acting as if the scene playing out in front of him isn’t what it is.
You can feel Namjoons cock twitch beneath your stilled hand, so you continue to palm him softly just as he begins to speak.
“H-hyung, I— fuck Y/N.”
Yoongi hasn’t moved an inch. His mouth is parted and he’s frozen in spot, presumably trying to comprehend everything.
“I uh…” his voice comes out dry and raspy, so he clears his throat before trying again. “I can come back if you two want, I didn’t know—”
“Why would you leave?” you ask innocently, turning to face Yoongi for the first time in this encounter. He’s met with your dark, lustful eyes (which contradicts the red tinge significantly might I add) and he absentmindedly licks over his bottom lip. “We’re just playing around.”
At your words, Yoongi’s brows furrow in confusion- almost falling for your words despite how odd of a “game” this would be, only to be mistakened as you suddenly take your shirt off, no bra.
“Come play with us?”
That’s when his eyes felt like they’d burst out of their sockets, but despite the feeling, his expression was blank. This was enough to make you wonder what the hell he was thinking because you couldn’t read his face.
Although all questions go answered when your gaze travels down his body and to his growing erection.
You sharply inhale.
Your face lights up in a smirk despite the nerves that are engulfing you, and you thank the cannabis for giving you the courage to say your next words.
“Fuck me?” you ask both men, head going back and forth between them for your eyes to innocently meet each of theirs.
Namjoon is the first to react, cock twitching as he delicately lifts your hand off of him, settling it on his thigh as he maneuvers his belt open. You hear faint, hesitant footsteps approaching, and every hair on your skin rises when you feel the coldness of Yoongi’s fingers against your neck. Guiding your hair to one side as Namjoon guides his cock out of his boxers, you find yourself arching your back against Yoongi’s legs behind you.
Your eyes navigate up to Namjoon’s, and you keep them there even when Yoongi grabs your jaw and tilts it back until the top of your head is digging against his lower stomach. You flick your eyes up to his instead when he pokes his thumb against your bottom lip, slowly easing it into your mouth.
“Open,” Yoongi whispers, tone almost overcoming Namjoon’s occasional whimpers of underlying plead.
You suction around him until you feel the webbing of his thumb against your lip, the tip of his thumb on a mission towards the back of your tongue. It’s not long until he makes it there, and just as you gag slightly- your hand is lifted from Namjoon’s thigh and guided directly to his erection.
Namjoon keeps his hand over yours as he directs your fingers to wrap around him, controlling the first couple of strokes before letting go and letting you touch him on your own. Yoongi’s thumb was now rubbing your own spit against your bottom lip, and both men become audible when you tilt your head down to choke yourself on Yoongi’s thumb again.
“Holy fuck… ’m too fuckin high for this,” Yoongi mumbles after a whimper he tried his best not to let out.
“Told you she was a slut…” Namjoon chuckles.
You cough against Yoongi’s finger, and he’s quick to drag it out to allow you to catch your breath.
The mere fact that they’ve discussed this before was something you couldn’t quite believe, and as derogatory as your friend's words were, you can’t help the way it made you feel. You can’t help the sensation it sent between your thighs either.
“You didn’t believe him?” You suddenly ask Yoongi, tilting your head back up to face him in the awkward upside down angle.
“What?”
“When he apparently said I was a slut- you didn’t believe him?”
Yoongi thinks over your question, then he glances at Namjoon, nodding at him for a reason you couldn’t understand since you weren’t able to see the smirk and determined nod Namjoon gave to him.
“Not in the slightest,” he tests, thumb tracing your lips again.
You scoff, and without any warning, you bring your head back down and direct his hand away as you let your lips latch onto Namjoon’s tip, eyes shut as you wait for him to remove his hand from his shaft- and when he does you sink down.
“Ah—“
You smile at the way Namjoon flinches, coming up only for the second it takes to spit onto his swollen tip before sinking right back down.
As you bring a hand to stroke the base that you couldn’t quite take, Yoongi tangles his hand in your hair, holding on tight enough to direct and control your speed.
“Just like that baby, keep sucking his dick like a fucking slut.”
Namjoon seems to react at the general sight in front of him, his abdomen clenching when he sees the tears brimming at your ducts all because Yoongi is showing no mercy on you.
You let your tongue trace over and discover every vain and ridge on his cock, not having much time to salvage the feeling when Yoongi is directing you to go so fast. You hum when you reach your gag limit, free hand blindly reaching behind you to tap Yoongi’s leg in signal.
“Fuck…” you attempt to breathe, the sudden gust of air is cool against your slobbered chin.
Yoongi soothes over your now-tangled hair with the flat of his hands, and Namjoon lazily looks down- chest still struggling to catch a subtle pace- hooking his index finger underneath your chin as he uses his thumb to wipe some of the spit.
“That was so fucking hot…” Yoongi purrs.
“Mm… so fucking slutty too,” Namjoon adds.
You giggle softly at their words of appraisal, once again clenching around nothing as you have been for the past however many minutes.
Placing your hands on Namjoon’s thighs, you push yourself up and turn around. Face to face with almost no gap in between you, you place a hand on Yoongi’s chest.
“You,” you say before pointing behind him, “on the couch.”
He looks down at the hand placed on his chest, chuckling smugly before turning around to head for the couch, having muttered a sly and entertained “yes ma’am.”
“And you,” you turn back to Namjoon, his cock still swollen against his lower stomach as he hazily looks up at you, ready to get on his knees if that’s what you want. And it is.
“On your knees in front of the couch, go.”
Same as Yoongi, he chuckles at your authoritative aura, nonetheless complying as you settle over to join Yoongi on said sofa. The older man had taken the initiative to remove his heavy hoodie, leaving nothing but a too-tight t-shirt that’s straining against his chest. You fit yourself into his lap, his thighs on either side of yours as your back leans onto his chest and you can feel his hard bulge against your lower back.
Namjoon follows Yoongi’s lead, tearing his top off as he inches up towards you on his knees. The sight of his upper body plus his fully out and erect dick makes your mouth water, and Yoongi could feel how you press your thighs together.
“Now what, ma’am?” Namjoon asks, underlying humor in his tone when he spoke the authoritative title. You scoff when Yoongi chuckles at it.
“It’s all fun n games til’ I don’t let either of you cum.”
It’s your turn to laugh as both men go quiet, and their sudden compliance makes you so fucking wet.
“Take my pants off…” you softly instruct Namjoon as you let one hand reach up to cup Yoongi’s jaw. “…panties too,” you add just before connecting lips with an eager Yoongi.
It’s soft and sweet, and Yoongi didn’t expect you to bite his lip so lewdly upon Namjoon manhandling your pants off.
His long fingertips pry their way into your waistband, aggressively tearing them down the length of your legs until they’re bunched at your ankles. It was so quick that you didn’t realize he took your panties off too until you felt a hand toying with your slit.
“She’s soaked…” Yoongi speaks against your lips, alerting Namjoon.
You gasp as you look down to see his large hand playing with your vulva, Namjoon sat in front of you with hunger displayed prominently on his features.
“Need your mouth Joonie,” you tell him, almost innocently. Yoongi moans at this, his fingers that were already on your cunt spread you open, and Namjoon’s breath is get against your clit until he closes his lips around it.
Suctioning slightly, you don’t get to let out the yelp you so badly needed to as Yoongi was quick to resume your kiss.
The pleasure isn’t unbearable yet, but you consider it to be halfway there when Yoongi brings his free hand to harshly squeeze onto your breast, massaging roughly until his fingers begin to toy with your nipple, softly flicking and rolling it between his two fingers.
Namjoon notices how overwhelmed you’re becoming from Yoongi as well as his own subtle licks, and that powers him to go quicker. Tongue lapping your clit, occasionally slipping into your hole, you arch against Yoongi’s chest until his free hand is prying you down, whispering against your lips to “take it like a slut.”
Namjoon shows some mercy by slowing down, his full attention reserved on your glistening bud when he pulls away for air. He flicks over it with the tip of his middle finger before sinking the digit lower, making it disappear inside of you.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he curls it, and you let out a rather noisy shriek when Yoongi uses four fingers to rub against your clit- Namjoon adding another digit to your core.
“Mm, I can’t last like this—“ you whine, your breathing is frantic and your pitch is higher than ever. “Slower! I’m gonna… Fuck!”
The feeling that was rushing through your body was denied its release when both men, in sync, stopped their movements completely. You let out a sadistic laugh, dark eyes on Namjoon’s.
“You’re gonna what? Cum?” Namjoon tests as Yoongi teasingly bites at your neck.
Ignoring his words, you only bite back a smirk as you maneuver yourself to turn around and straddle Yoongi’s lap. You give him no warning when you reach into his sweats, stroking him through his boxers for just enough time to feel the wet patch in them until you’re taking him out completely, basking in his subtle whimpers as you smear his precum around with your thumb.
“C’mere,” you say loud enough for Namjoon to know it’s directed to him. “Sit right there,” you nod to the empty space beside you and Yoongi.
He does as told, mouth parted as he watches you handle Yoongi’s cock, goosebumps igniting him when he sees how you begin to line him up with your cunt.
“Play with yourself while I ride him, and don’t cum.”
The room is filled with three different sounds of pleasure when you sink down onto Yoongi, Namjoon watching intently as he syncs his pace on himself with your rhythm.
Yoongi hisses as the feeling of your lukewarm walls suffocating him in such a lewd and wanting way. Namjoon can only imagine how it feels, tightening his grip on himself to mimic it to the best of his abilities.
“So tight, Y/N…” Yoongi almost cries, but he redeems himself with a solid grunt, tucking his face into your neck.
Namjoon wishes it was him crying under you. Wishes it was his thick cock being bounced on ever so roughly. And you, you are head empty as you are in the clouds- soaking in the subtle euphoria that comes from just riding your best friend's dick.
However, you're brought to attention when you hear Namjoon moan your name, hips jolting profusely in spot as his hand trembles the slightest.
“Please.”
You could easily guess what he was referring to, but with an evil grin, you thought it was best to act clueless.
“Please what?”
“Let me cum.”
You suck in through your teeth when Yoongi’s own hips falter, his tip spiking right against where you crave it the most. The feeling is too good to get rid of, so you slow your pace and prolong the moment.
“I don’t think I wanna cum yet… his cock feels so good you have no idea.”
Yoongi blushes beneath you, cheekily placing a chaste kiss on your nipple before teasingly biting it with little to no pressure.
“Y/N.” Namjoon pries.
Yoongi glances over at the younger man, seeing how vulnerable and fucked-out he looks beneath his own touch. He almost pities him for a second, but then he’s brought back to his own pleasure when you bounce a little too hard on his dick and he chokes out a moan.
“Shit, I might cum if you do that again.”
Processing his words, you do it again.
Hips rising, you slam them back down onto him harshly- his whine being even louder than the sound of your skin slapping together. With his cock buried inside of you, balls pressing against your entrance, you roll your hips until he’s frantically feeling out your body in search of something to hold. He lands on your ass, squeezing almost painfully as his high shoots out of him and deep into you, his agape mouth frozen and eyes on a different planet.
Namjoon’s defeated huff shoots your eyes off of the hazed Yoongi and to him, giggling when you see his hand is no longer stroking himself.
“What’s the matter? Gave up?”
“Wanna feel you. Please.”
Exaggeratedly sighing, you ignore him for a moment as you go to grab Yoongi’s jaw and direct his head up and off of the sofa’s backrest, aligning your mouths together and placing a sloppy yet meaningful kiss on his lips.
“Thank you for coming so hard for me,” you whisper against his lips, his eyes still lazily shut in bliss. He only hums in response and with that, you carefully ease his softening cock out of you, feel the warm cum slipping out, and to your surprise- Yoongi’s fingers navigate to your core to stuff it right back in.
“Fuck him good,” Yoongi says as you settle beside Namjoon, now sitting in between the two men. Namjoon rolls his eyes at Yoongi’s banter, desperately eyeing you as you contemplate what to do with him.
“Do you even deserve to fuck me? I was so ready to cum earlier and you denied me.”
“Call it even.”
You scoff, eyes shamelessly flicking down to his aching cock. You feel Yoongi’s eyes on you, and so you straighten your posture as you try your absolute best to sound as seductive as possible when you say,
“But your cock did taste really good…”
Namjoon keeps his puppy eyes intact, hoping you cave and just finally allow his cock the release it so badly needs.
“Think I wanna taste it some more.”
Shifting your knees back onto the sofa, you kneel beside him, ass facing Yoongi as you recline down to align your mouth with Namjoon. Yoongi can’t resist tracing the fingerprints he left, and you giggle at the gesture as you place a soft peck on Namjoon’s tip.
Namjoon lets out the softest of whimpers as your tongue jets out and lands on his shaft, slowly licking him from tip to base and base to tip. Although his series of soft whimpers is quick to transform into something deeper when Yoongi’s fingers ease into your wet cunt- your moan emanating a vibration onto his cock.
“H-hyung go faster on her,” Namjoon speaks up, relishing in the way your throat tightens around his tip and mouth vibrates against his shaft at each moan.
The sight is so filthy, and you know if anyone were to walk in they’d not only smell the evidence of smoke but also see you getting finger fucked while you suck dick- you’d all be done for. But something about that very scene playing out drives you absolutely wild, and Yoongi can feel your pussy clench around his fingers at the mere thought.
If the room weren’t soundproof, you’d be moaning as loud as possible in hopes you do get caught.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum—” Namjoon speaks through a sharp inhale, tone frantic as his chest heaves. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
You feel his cock tense inside of your mouth, and despite the curl of Yoongi’s fingers in you, you resist a moan because you know that will trigger his orgasm. Instead, you stop completely, pulling back slowly and tortuously all while staring directly into his frantic, dark eyes.
And just as a smirk begins to pull at the corners of your lips, any further words or breaths are cut short as Namjoon’s hand grasps your neck, igniting a gasp that robs you of all oxygen, and somehow flips you back first onto the sofa. Having stood up in the process, he now stares down at you with one knee above your head- cock directly in front of your face. He grasps his shaft, angling his tip to your parted lips as he strokes hard and fast.
One look at Yoongi was all it took for the older man to understand, mimicking Namjoon’s stance and placing one knee on the sofa as he stood up straight on the other. Guiding your leg onto his shoulder, his fingers continued their strum on your cunt, pace almost inhumane as you whine “t-too much!”
Your cries bring Namjoon closer to the edge, stroking himself even faster than before as your hips jolt and buckle under Yoongi’s touch.
“I-I’m cumming, Yoongi. S-stop now…”
Your eyes roll to the back of your head and everything is a foggy haze when your orgasm spills out of you- Yoongi still rubbing you frantically like it hasn’t.
You don’t see how Namjoon’s jaw drops and pace falters, and all goes black when something shoots out of you. The feeling is only enhanced by Namjoon’s webs of pleasure pooling onto miscellaneous spots of your face, especially your lips.
Yoongi’s fingers stop, and your clit throbs, and yet whatever you just did felt so fucking good that you still can’t open your eyes.
“Holy f—“
“You just squirted…” Yoongi notes in awe, just as out of breath as you and Namjoon.
Your eyes widen, instantly trailing down Yoongi’s figure and seeing the aftermath of your sudden liquids now in the form of water droplets running down his abdomen.
“Shit… I’m sorry—“
“Sorry?” Namjoon chuckles from above you, and you look up. His cock has yet to soften but his aura definitely has. He places a hand on your jaw and gently caresses your cheek. “Don’t be sorry, that was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.”
His thumb trails against your bottom lip, collecting his own orgasm and telling you “open,” before wiping it onto your tongue. You suck all remains off and swallow, eyes blissfully shutting once again.
“We should smoke together more often…” Yoongi mumbles as he sits back down in his original spot, directing your legs onto his lap.
“I’ll bring the speaker,” Namjoon adds, earning a giggle from you.
“And I’ll bring the song suggestions,” you joke, both men snickering lazily in exhaustion.
Namjoon grabs his Yoongi’s hoodie from the floor, using it to gently clean your face up before sitting down beside you, positioning your head to rest in his lap.
Maybe your music preference isn’t too bad after all, Yoongi silently thinks to himself with a grin.
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a/n: i rly wanna say this is the smuttiest smut i’ve ever written but it was just another day in the office lmao. hope you enjoyed luvs! do all the things if u did <3
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BTS Lookalikes
NSFW
Jin
Eating you out | Eating you out 2 | Masturbating
Yoongi
Being pegged | Giving a handjob and sucking on fingers |
Hobi
Playing with himself | Getting fucked |
Namjoon
Jerking off |
Jimin
Being fucked | Playing with titties | Sucking dick | Riding Dick |
Taehyung
Being fucked |
Jungkook
Jerking off | Biting a nipple | Jerking off 2 | Being fucked | Jerking off 3 | Fucking y/n | JK |
Pairings
Jikook | Yoonkook |
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"edge of tonight" ~ part ten, the aftermath
pairing: namjoon x reader (lots of platonic ot7 x reader) rating: T (for tears) genre: mafia au, angst this part: Everyone copes in their own way (even if it isn't really coping at all). tw: mafia au!, angst, swearing, panic attacks, implied/referenced self harm, implied/referenced suicide/suicidal tendencies word count: ~6.0k track #13: Blue & Grey ~ BTS: "Can you look at me 'cause I am blue and grey?" the edge of tonight masterlist an: hey look, an update after one month instead of five :D i really really hope you all like this chapter, i am super worried about it. the last four or five chapters have been huge lore drops, and this one is not that. so please please please let me know what you think of this one, especially if you liked it. thank you for reading, thank you for continuing to stick this out, and i really hope you enjoy!
Present-day...
Yoongi's glass slipped from his hand, but not even the sound of glass shattering broke anyone out of their trance.
"I was right there," you continued, voice cracking as those memories bombarded your mind, drowning you in flashes of things you didn't want to remember. "I was right there, god, you were right there." Your eyes screwed shut, fighting against the images that still plagued you. The office was silent but all you could hear were echoes from a bygone age as your heart hammered in your ears and you tried to explain.
"I couldn't—it was such a bad day—they were so—I couldn't move—everything hurt so much—my throat was raw with how much they made me scream so I couldn't—I couldn't answer you when you called for me—"
You dug your nails into your palms, desperate for the relief you knew came from seeing your blood. Pain meant you were in the here and now, it made you focus on what was real and not what was long over. Except it was never over, not really, not when it still felt like your chest was being pried open and you were bleeding out in that room.
"—and I waited—I waited for you—I waited for so long—" A sob broke through, despite your best efforts to keep everything down. You were on the verge of a panic attack, you knew the signs well at this point. You needed to get out before you started hyperventilating, before you got worse.
You felt the faintest touch on your knee and recoiled, "Don't touch me!" Jungkook threw himself back, you weren't sure how or when he ended up on the floor. Your eyes met his, wide and shining with unshed tears, and you could see your pain mirrored back at you. His mouth was open – you could sense the apology on his tongue – but he couldn't bring himself to speak. What exactly would he be apologizing for?
You swallowed and forced yourself to take a breath, though it came out in a shaky huff. Jungkook's touch was what you needed to ground yourself again, if only temporarily. You blinked your remaining tears back, keeping your face down as you wiped it with your jacket sleeve. Your voice was quiet, but stable when you spoke again.
"So those four years I'm unaccounted for, I was still in that goddamn room. I got out and went straight to Busan, and I've been there ever since."
The tension in the room was starting to be too much for you. Despite knowing them, despite having been friends so long ago, the room was too small and there were too many people around you, looking at you, too close to you. You felt the panic begin to swell up again. You needed to get out.
"Look, I've had a shit night, and I'm gonna have a shit morning," you forced the words out as you stood, "was there anything else you wanted?"
Yes!
That's what they wanted to say. Unanswered questions hung in the air like ornaments on a tree—if you walked away now, would you ever tell them more? If you left, would you ever come back?
"I think we've all had enough for one night."
Jimin's voice was uncharacteristically serious, carrying a stoicism the rest rarely heard. You looked up and met his eyes; there was a gentle firmness there that you didn't know what to do with. So you nodded and began walking towards the door. "Mind if I crash on the couch?"
That snapped Jin out of his stupor. "NO, no, we have a spare bed you can use—"
"I don't sleep on beds," you said as you walked past him, not even offering him a glance. You fought to keep your steps even, trying to keep yourself calm until you were alone.
"I’m not going to let you—"
"Hyung," Jimin spoke up again, "let her go."
You ducked your head, shoulders hunched, trying to shrink in on yourself as you made your small escape. They were frozen, unable to move as they listened to the clack clack clack of your heels on the hardwood floor and down the stairs before you reached the carpet on the ground floor. The office finally started breaking apart in silence.
Jungkook cried, face scrunched up and hand over his mouth. He was right, it was a misunderstanding, a mistake – but it had cost Namjoon everything. He understood why you were so hurt and scared now, why you weren't angry. You blame yourself for that night just as much. If only you were a little faster, a little louder. If only Namjoon had waited for one more second.
Hoseok felt like he was going to burst from guilt. He was outside that door. He was the one who told Namjoon they had to go. If you weren't there, then you weren't there, and they would have to try again later or look somewhere else. He had cried with Namjoon so much that night, mourning their failure, the loss of you slicing through his chest all over again.
Yoongi stood stoically, calmly, quietly, the way he always did; but his fist was shaking at his side and his jaw was clenched. He didn't know who or what he was angry at. Was he angry at you for holding this against them – against Namjoon – all these years, while they had worked their asses off trying to find you, to bring you back? Was he angry at Namjoon or Hoseok for not being more thorough when they were checking that room for you? Or was he angry at himself for getting shot and being the cause of them having to abort the mission early?
Jin held his head in his hands. There was far more to your story than you let on tonight, but he wondered if they would ever be ready to hear it all. Everything that happened to you, all that you've been through… He was sure it would only tear them apart more.
Namjoon stared ahead at the chair you were sitting on. He replayed that night over and over and over again in his head. A locked door, a room with only a bed, you heard him, you saw him, and he left you there. He should have done more, he should have checked, he should have found you. He was right there, you were right there. So many years, so much pain, so much suffering, all because of one small choice.
It was the biggest mistake he ever made.
Taehyung and Jimin shared an endless look, practically speaking telepathically. A slight head tilt towards the others in the room. A small raise of an eyebrow. An indignant frown. Jimin rolled his eyes but gave a wave of his hand. Tae offered a boxy smile and then carefully followed after you.
Jimin looked around the office, observing how everyone was doing. Namjoon and Jungkook were the worst, unsurprisingly. A bomb dropped like that, from you, onto Namjoon – Jimin would be amazed if the leader recovered within the next month. And Jungkook, well, his heart was too big for his body, and with how big his muscles were that was saying something.
The guilt and regret were palpable in the room. They were so close. And they failed. Namjoon might have been the one who wanted you back the most, but finding you was the main goal for all four of them. They all wanted you back – to eat with, to fight with, to laugh with, to love. You were the only one who could fill the you-sized hole that was left in their group the night you were taken away. And they were so close.
"Jin-hyung," Jimin said quietly, his voice strangely gentle. "Can you take Hoseok-hyung to his room and stay with him?" The eldest nodded stiffly, easily yielding to the younger, though it took him a moment before he started moving. He didn't say anything, just lightly held onto Hoseok’s elbow and pulled him up as Jin stood. Hoseok was shaking, even as Jin wrapped an arm around his shoulders and led him out.
Jimin went over to Jungkook next, kneeling down next to the maknae. He carefully pulled Jungkook's hand from his face and wiped the tears from his cheeks. "It's okay now, Kookie," he whispered, "she's okay now."
"No she's not, she—"
"Isn't there anymore," Jimin cut him off. "She's here now. She's safe."
"But—"
"We can't change the past, Kookie. What happened is what happened. But she's here now. I need you to focus on that, okay?" Jungkook took a shaky breath in but nodded. Jimin gripped his hand and pulled both of them up. "She's gonna stay the night, when you came from her place did you bring anything?"
The maknae shook his head and wiped the last tear tracks off his face. "Just the money bag."
"Okay, why don't you and Yoongi-hyung head back over and grab the rest of her stuff?" He looked over to where Yoongi still stood quietly. "Is that okay hyung? You two are the only ones who've been there, and Kook probably shouldn't go by himself." The hitman nodded, letting out a breath.
"Come on, Kook-ah," he tilted his head towards the door and waited for the youngest to be by his side before they started out. "You want the door closed, Chim?"
"Yes, thank you hyung." The pair took their leave, Yoongi closing the door behind them.
Which finally left Jimin alone with Namjoon.
The thing about Jimin that had been solidified the moment Namjoon met him, was that he was a little shit. There were few things he enjoyed more than pushing buttons and getting a rise out of someone. The flip-side to that, Namjoon discovered much later, was that Jimin could also be the gentlest member when he needed to be. That's why he was assigned to the abused and traumatized people who came to them for help.
That's why the elders let him take the lead tonight.
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Taehyung made it about halfway down the staircase when you came into view, curled up and shaking on their black leather couch, facing the back of it. Your heels and hat had been discarded to the side, next to a large black duffle bag, and you were trying to use the jacket as a blanket. Tae turned around and went back up the stairs, ducking into the first bedroom he reached (which happened to be Jungkook's).
He went straight to the bed and threw a pillow towards the door and pulled the comforter off the mattress. You wanted to sleep on the couch and that was fine, but there was no way Jin wouldn't have their heads in the morning if no one offered to make said couch more comfortable for you. Bundling the items up in his arms, Tae exited Jungkook's room, and almost ran into Jungkook himself as he and Yoongi were leaving.
"Be careful with her, okay hyung?" the maknae whispered. Taehyung smiled over the bundle and nodded. The three descended the staircase together, and though Yoongi and Jungkook gave you lingering looks, they continued on to the garage and left you and Tae alone.
Without any fanfare, Taehyung dropped the blanket and pillow on top of you. The suddenness of the action made you jump slightly, and you took in a sharp breath, but you didn't look up to see who it was. "I don't need anything," you said, but not as firmly as you wanted. Tae shrugged, even though you couldn't see it.
"It gets cold down here, especially at night. It is winter, after all."
You didn't respond. Instead, you moved the pillow under your head and kicked at the blanket until it fully covered you. If he was going to go through the trouble of getting all of it for you, you might as well use it. Their couch wasn't much better than the one you'd been using the past few months. Under the blanket, you held your jacket close to your chest, unwilling to let it go.
"Thank you."
It was so quiet Taehyung thought that maybe he imagined you saying it, but seeing you essentially burrow yourself beneath the cover proved him otherwise. He sat down on the floor, leaned against the couch, and was careful to not touch you. "I think I already know the answer, but are you okay?"
You took a deep breath, finally fully calming down. You swiped a hand over your face, clearing away the last of the tear trails, as you answered, "Why do you care?"
"Because everyone who isn't me or Jimin cares about you, and we care about them." You scoffed quietly, but he continued on. "And don't you dare try and tell me they don't. I've known Namjoon for eight years now and the only thing he talks about other than you is that time at the beach when he caught like, seven crabs."
It wasn't the full truth, there were other things Namjoon talked about, but Tae specifically remembered the crab story because it was the first one he heard and he once ended up hearing it three times in a row.
You bit your lip, forcing the soft feeling of fondness away. "He still tells that story?"
Tae waited a moment before answering, following the pattern you set up. "On his good days, yeah, when it doesn't look like he's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He'll play basketball with Yoongi-hyung, even though he's way too clumsy for it, and he'll join Kookie and Hoseok-hyung in their video game marathons, even though those two are the worst cheaters I've ever known. And Jin-hyung will make dinner and he'll actually join us and tell stupid stories that we've all heard too many times, but we let him anyway because goddamn it's nice to actually see him smile again, even if it only lasts for the day."
He let out a breath. He hadn't meant to let all of that out, but, well, it was out. Tae wondered for a moment if this counted as being careful with you like Jungkook asked.
More tears pricked at your eyes as you listened to what constituted Namjoon's good days. "That sounds nice," you whispered. "Sounds normal." Like the way things used to be.
"Yeah? What do your good days look like?" Tae asked.
You had to think about that for a moment. If a good day for Namjoon was doing the things he used to do, the things he did ten years ago, then you hadn't had a good day in ten years. Your good days were ones where you didn't argue with Jackson, or you got more than three hours of sleep at a time without any nightmares.
"Staying alive," you finally answered, hugging the jacket impossibly closer to yourself, the only lifeline you still had, the one thing that connected you to your past. Up until tonight, that was.
Taehyung's eyes widened. "Damn." Now he knew what Jungkook was getting at, what the maknae could sense before anyone else. Maybe Jimin should've been the one down here talking to you instead. "You really are something else."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Tae thought for a moment if you weren't so sad, you might have sounded affronted at his comment.
"People who have been through less than you have chosen not to survive." Those cases hurt Jimin the most, and Tae was usually the one to help him pick up the pieces and put them back together.
"Can't win the game if you're dead." You repeated the phrase Jackson had fed you over the years. That's why I need you to be careful out there, especially on your jobs. Above all else, you need to stay alive.
"Ugh," Taehyung scoffed, "you sound like Namjoon-hyung planning something. Everything's a game you need to win." He felt you shuffling behind him and looked over his shoulder to see you twisting around yourself to look at him.
"I'm sorry, are you new to the Underground, or do you just not pay attention?" He rolled his eyes at you, then turned away again. "Everything here is a game, and if you don't play, you lose."
"Aren't things different where you're from? North and South and all that?"
"Same game, different name." You laid back down, facing the back of the couch once more. "In Seoul, there's more glory outsmarting your enemy; in Busan, it's outliving them."
Tae nodded. "So, you're winning the game right now?"
"I'm winning a game. I'm losing several others."
"There's more than one??" This was why Taehyung was not one of the planners or strategists. This was why he did intel and negotiations. Whatever the fuck Namjoon and the rest of the hyungs—and apparently you—did, Taehyung wanted no part in it.
Something that almost sounded like a laugh came from behind him, and he couldn't help but feel proud. He wasn't Jimin or Jungkook, but Taehyung could still help with the more delicate things where he needed to. "Feeling better?"
You moved your shoulder in a small half-shrug. "I guess." Your panic attack had entirely subsided by now, and he did prove a good distraction—a better distraction than what you normally had. Jackson wasn't really a sit down and talk type of person, not since you'd left Seoul for Busan. "Sleep is still gonna be a bitch though." Like usual.
"Then don't get sleep," Taehyung offered, "get rest."
You looked over your shoulder at the back of his head again. "There's a difference?"
"I'm sorry, are you new to being a human being, or do you just not know things?"
"The first one," you answered, partly joking. Partly not. Tae let out a sigh.
"Jimin is an insomniac, though for reasons much different than yours. It took me for-fucking-ever to get it through his thick, stubborn skull, that even if his mind wouldn't shut up, he still needed to lay his ass down and let his body chill for a while." Taehyung finally stood up and brushed the few wrinkles out of his clothes. "So if you can't get sleep on your own, that's fine. Just, chill instead. Give your body a chance to recover."
You rolled over fully to look at him, and you caught his gaze. "That bit about you two being friends—that was the only true thing you told me that night, wasn't it?"
Taehyung smirked. "I'll never tell."
You raised a single eyebrow at him, and Tae swore that in that moment you looked like a carbon copy of Namjoon. He made a mental note to never piss you off, in fear that your wrath would be worse than his boss's. "Liar."
The smirk grew into a full boxy smile. You were smarter than you let on, than what most people probably assumed. "Get some rest, Y/N," Tae said before heading back to the staircase. You watched him ascend without looking back at you, then you rolled over again, tucking yourself into the couch as much as you could.
Rest. The idea sounded too good to be true. Jackson always had work for you to do when you couldn't sleep, always something to keep you busy. If you weren't sleeping, if you weren't doing something, then you started thinking. And when you started thinking, you started thinking too much. And when you started thinking too much, you would fall into a spiral of your own worst fears—and when that happened, Jackson was the only one who could get you to stop, to pull you out of the rabbit hole of your mind.
And you hated yourself a little bit more every time.
So, no, you would not be getting rest. You would try to get some sleep, as you did every night, and if that didn't work, then you would get up and snoop through Jin's kitchen for leftovers (because goddamn you missed Jin's cooking, even though you would never tell him that) and you would start planning on what you were going to do in the morning.
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The car ride was silent. Yoongi drove. Jungkook rested his head against the window, watching the streets as they passed by. He knew Yoongi was struggling in his own way and he wanted to help but... Jungkook was still reeling himself. He could finally understand why you were always so on guard around them, but more than that, he understood you.
Four years locked up, used and abused, forced to do what others wanted – if Jungkook hadn't found Namjoon, he would've ended up like you. Depressed and jaded and untrusting. But Namjoon found Jungkook before that could even start happening to him. No one ever found you, not really. Jungkook was lucky. You weren't. It wasn't fair.
It wasn't fair.
"Jungkook," Yoongi's voice was quiet – it was always quiet, but it wasn't as stable as it usually was. "You're thinking way too much. Seriously, I can hear it over my overthinking." The quip was supposed to at least make the youngest smile, but there wasn't so much as even a huff. Yoongi glanced over and nudged Jungkook's shoulder. "Hey, Kookie, out with it. What's going on in that head of yours?"
"It isn't fair," the maknae mumbled.
Yoongi couldn't hear him. "Come again?"
"Hyung, it isn't fair!" He finally looked away from the window but still didn’t make eye contact with the elder.
Yoongi decided to pull over. This was one of those conversations, and he wanted to give the youngest his full attention. "Life isn't fair, Kook-ah."
"No, I know, but—" He groaned and threw his head back against the headrest. Yoongi waited, knowing there was more. Jungkook just needed a minute to get his thoughts in order. He was like Namjoon in that sense. Finally, he quietly asked, "Hyung, were you right?"
"I'm always right."
"Did I replace Y/N?"
"Except when I said that." It wasn't one of Yoongi's proudest moments. He, like Namjoon and Hoseok, was struggling to cope after that first year of you being gone. When Namjoon got back to the apartment with a new kid in tow, Yoongi snapped.
"You can't just disappear for hours and then reappear with another kid who's too young to get into this! You did this last time—it's like you're trying to replace her!"
Jin chewed him out for a while after that, and though it took Yoongi a few days to calm down, he did eventually apologize to both Namjoon and Jungkook. The youngest forgave him and gave him a hug, which was even more off-putting, but Yoongi always had a small worry in the back of his head that the outburst hurt Jungkook more than he ever let on.
And occasionally, Yoongi was right.
"You didn't replace anyone, you know that," he tried to reassure him, but Jungkook only shook his head. "Jungkook. Look at me." It took a minute, but the maknae did as he was told. Yoongi saw the glint of tears in his eyes and suppressed a sigh. Sometimes this kid really was too young and too soft for this job.
"You did not replace anyone." Yoongi spoke quietly but firmly, making sure his words stuck. "You were not the new Y/N, and you're still not the next Namjoon, I don't care what Jin-hyung's been telling you." That did get a small smile out of him, but only for a moment. "You're you, and we wouldn't have you any other way."
"I just..." Jungkook sighed, turning away again to look out the windshield. "I feel like I traded places with her. I was in a bad place until I found you guys, and then I wasn't, and I ended up...normal. But it was the exact opposite for her. She lost you guys and everything got so much worse, and now she's..." He trailed off, unable to find the right words to describe you.
Yoongi hummed and sat in silence for a bit before speaking up again. "Kookie, would you still be you, if you were still in the underground boxing rings?" Jungkook shook his head. "No," Yoongi agreed, "you would not be our overly-eager happy-go-lucky maknae." The elder squeezed his eyes shut. "I don't even want to imagine what a dark, brooding Jeon Jungkook looks like."
"I'd have a lot more tattoos," Jungkook mumbled.
"Your muscles would be even bigger, which is extra terrifying because your thighs could already crush my head like a grape."
"Hyung, I've only done the watermelon thing twice."
"Twice is still too many times!" Jungkook finally laughed, smiling brightly, albeit at Yoongi's discomfort. But at least he was laughing. He waited a moment for the maknae to calm down a bit before continuing. "So will you trust me when I say that, despite everything, Y/N is still Y/N?"
"Are you sure?" Jungkook questioned, still worried.
"I mean, she's a little more bitter and is holding a few more grudges, but," Yoongi half-shrugged, "yeah, her firecracker spirit is still there." He put the car in gear and started driving again, now that the more serious moments had passed.
Jungkook's eyebrows furrowed. "But, in all the stories—"
"Everyone tells them wrong."
"—she's always so sweet."
Yoongi narrowed his eyes. "You've been told about the time she cursed us out."
"When Hoseok-hyung got stabbed?" Yoongi nodded. "Yeah, but that was just a one-time thing."
"No, Hoseok getting stabbed was a one-time thing. That was just the first time she yelled at any of us. It started happening a lot more after that."
It was usually Yoongi you fought with back then. That's why all the stories the others told painted you in such a bright light. Namjoon and Hoseok were cowards when it came to disagreeing with you, and Jin seemed to be the one person you listened to without complaint. But Yoongi knew better.
You were a brat.
And ten years later, you were still a brat. You were just a brat with an agenda now (one Yoongi would be more than happy to assist with if you would let him).
Jungkook let out a breath, finally relaxing. "So Jimin-hyung was right?"
"Jimin is never right."
"Y/N is gonna be okay now?"
"Except when he said that." Jimin could actually still be wrong, but Yoongi didn't want to upset Jungkook again. Poor kid had been through enough tonight already. "She's back with us now. She'll be okay."
The car went back into silence, but Jungkook's mind started racing again with different questions. Would you really be okay? And what if you decided to leave again? Would you be okay then too? Or would things get worse for you again? What if—
"Jungkook, I swear to god—"
"I'm sorry!" And he was, but Jungkook couldn't help the small laugh that slipped out of him. "You know we can talk about your thoughts and feelings too, hyung."
"Not a chance, kid." Yoongi had a plan: he was going to keep all his emotions locked up tight in his chest, and then one day he would die. Plan B was sneaking down to Daegu for a weekend and beating his thoughts and feelings out there, but Jin and Namjoon would never agree to that, so Plan A it was.
"You can talk it out with me now," Jungkook offered, "or you can talk it out with Jimin-hyung later." Yoongi rolled his eyes.
"Think I'll pass on both accounts, thanks." Thankfully, they had finally arrived at your apartment, giving Yoongi an easy out of this conversation. He pulled up to the curb and shut the engine off. "Alright, let's make this fast. That back alley gives me the creeps." He reached around to the backseat for the smaller duffle he'd grabbed to bring your few belongings back.
"Do you think someone could've been watching her?" Jungkook asked. "There's plenty of vantage points back there."
"Song might've been keeping an eye on her," Yoongi considered. "All the more reason to hurry." He opened the door and climbed out, Jungkook following right behind him. As they made their way through the narrow alleyway, Jungkook spoke up again.
"Can we get takeout after?" He whispered.
Yoongi balked. "No!" He whisper-yelled back.
"Please, hyung?" Jungkook pouted.
"No place is gonna be open this late." Yoongi shot back. He looked up and around once they were through. Jungkook was right, there were a plethora of places anyone could've watched you from. Were you being watched? Did you know about it?
Jungkook hurried down the steps ahead of Yoongi. "There's that one Chinese place, around the corner from where Hoseok-hyung works. It's open 24 hours." He pushed the door open and walked into the dark apartment, Yoongi right behind him.
"Kid—"
"I don't think she's eaten tonight." And knowing you and your living situation, Yoongi knew Jungkook was probably right. He threw the duffle on the couch.
"Fine." Yoongi sighed and pulled out his phone. "But you're paying for your own food."
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An opening door woke you up.
It was another reason why you hated closed doors. You were a light sleeper on the best of days, but the sound of a door opening had become so ingrained into your very being that even if you did manage to actually fall asleep, the second a door opened around you, you were awake.
You shot up with a gasp, looking over the couch towards where the sound came from. No one had left that you knew of, and they should have a high enough security system that people can't just walk in. And if for whatever godforsaken reason they didn't, you would be having words with Hobi in the morning.
"Who's there?" You called, not expecting an answer. You weren't expecting any noise really, so the sounds of plastic bags and keys only confused you, especially when you did get an answer back.
"Y/N?"
"Yoongi?" You heard footsteps come towards you, and then there he was, a bag of what could only be standard takeout in his hand. Jungkook followed in after him with another bag of takeout and a duffle over his shoulder. "When did you leave?"
"When Tae brought you the blanket," he answered.
"We went to get the rest of your stuff," Jungkook added.
"Why?" (You knew the answer, but you still refused to admit it to yourself).
"You're staying the night," Jungkook started, speaking far gentler than he had when he spoke to you in your apartment, "and so we thought—"
"I mean, if you really wanna sleep in Tae's overly-priced wannabe ball gown, be my guest," Yoongi cut the younger off, placing the food on a side table across the room and began to unpack the boxes. It wasn't that Jungkook couldn't explain, but Yoongi spoke your language better.
"If you wanted me to sleep, you wouldn't have come back until morning," you fired back.
"2 A.M. is morning." He started unpacking the takeout boxes and opened one, taking a bite off an egg roll.
"Did we wake you up?" Jungkook asked softly, dropping the duffle containing your things next to your small pile next to the couch. You turned to face forward and crossed your legs, still hidden beneath the blanket.
"You can't really call it sleep, but yeah, the door woke me up."
Yoongi's jaw ticked at that; he'd bring it up later. Instead, he brought a pair of chopsticks and a couple of boxes of takeout over to you. "Well, if you can't really call it sleep, then you can get some actual food in you."
You glared up at Yoongi. He glared down at you. I'm not hungry was on the tip of your tongue. His eyes narrowed slightly. I dare you. "Have you had anything other than coffee today?"
"Yes," he answered indignantly. "I've had half an egg roll." You rolled your eyes but took the food a bit begrudgingly. (It smelled so good, and it had been a long time since you've had company you actually enjoyed while you ate—but you still refused to admit that to yourself).
"Stop helping me," you muttered as you opened one of the boxes. Hot steam floated up and your stomach betrayed you by growling.
"Not hungry, my ass," Yoongi muttered back. He walked back across the room and finished the egg roll. Jungkook sat down on the floor next to the couch and started taking out more food.
"I'm not eating all of that," you told him.
"Kook-ah, bed."
Jungkook froze. "But hyung!"
"No buts. Take your food and go bunk with Tae for the night." Yoongi sat down and began stuffing his mouth, effectively shutting down any other argument Jungkook might have had.
The youngest pouted but did as he was told, putting the boxes back into the bag and standing back up. He looked at you, his wide eyes pleading with you to let him stay. Instead, you gave him a small smile. "Night, Bunny Boy."
Somehow, Jungkook pouted more, but turned and went upstairs. Leaving you and Yoongi alone. The two of you sat and ate in silence for a while, occasionally catching each other's gaze. Despite the distance between you, it was almost like looking into a mirror. Years of pain and heartbreak reflected back at each of you, but Yoongi saw the underlying emptiness in you. He knew that emptiness personally.
He wanted to ask. He wanted to keep you talking until the full decade of mysteries had been unraveled, until every question had an answer. Until he knew without a doubt that you were okay, that you were going to be okay.
But Jimin was right: everyone had had enough, including you. Everyone wanted answers, but everyone had waited for this long to get them. They could all wait a bit longer. "Don't run off once we're all in bed, yeah?"
You let out a sigh and set the nearly empty takeout box to the side. "You really want me to stick around, don't you?" Yoongi half-shrugged.
"For as long as you'll have us." He stood and started packing up what was left of the food. "The kitchen is back that way," he gestured to one of the rooms behind you, "you can leave whatever you don't eat in there. And there's a bathroom around the corner you can change in."
You only nodded. He finished cleaning up and started making his way upstairs. "Hey, Yoongi?" He paused and turned to face you. Your lips turned up ever so slightly, but he could still see it. "You're a piece of shit."
He stood frozen on the steps for a moment too long, just staring at you. You almost wondered if the shock was too much for him. Then he smiled, wide and gummy, the one you only saw on the rarest of occasions. "I missed you too, jagiya."
Fondness and familiarity rushed through your chest at the name he had given to you so long ago. For the first time that night, you didn't completely regret your decision to stay in Seoul.
"Go to sleep at a reasonable hour," you told him as you finally pulled the blanket off yourself and stood, stretching out your arms and legs, and grabbing the bag Jungkook left next to your stuff.
"We passed reasonable nearly four hours ago," Yoongi replied, starting back up the stairs. You waited another moment, until you heard a door open and close, before heading in the direction of the bathroom to change. You really did want to get out of the dress (but you would never admit that to Yoongi).
After getting a chance to wash your face and brush your teeth and change into a simple t-shirt and sweatpants, you took one more detour to put the leftover takeout in the fridge—which had a shocking amount of takeout containers for a kitchen Jin was running—then collapsed back on the couch.
The emotional weight of the night finally started getting to you, and the sudden exhaustion made it easy for your eyes to close and for you to fall into what you hoped was a long and dreamless sleep.
thank you again for reading!! please let me know what you think. i am already working on the next chapter, which will feature a bit more action and a bit more badass mc (in place of the mostly sad one we've been seeing so far) so you can look forward to that coming soon!! and a super special thank you to my taglist peeps, lemme know if you want to be added to list and subsequently become a Cool Kid™️ @illnevertrustmyselfagain @misschino @youlook-likehell @dany-but-not-targaryen @nyx-goddess-of-choas @fangirl125reader @wordsaremyswords @clowdyblue @tutnotmytea @scentedsope @hope122598 @veronawrites @ayoongiverse @myooniverse @jiminrings @mirahuyooo @cafemyg @lolalee24 @elyte @hyungieyoongi @singukieee @hello-neema @thebadassmotherofmyshotas @kawaii-bear @notsooperfect @mintyoonjisworld @glams00 @thisisnotangel @fangirl-and-stuff @dprssdgal @irony-of-living @hobateas @remmykinsff @gukieater @cherrie11113 @lovra974 @girlwithluv0613 @whatsakilo @yoursoontobestepmom @juju-227592 @zahraaelamira @xyahrinx @belladaises @jaiuneamesolitaiire @lookhere-2seok @imnotokayfuckup @rjsmochii @theealanis @mintsugarmy
Omg I’m looking for a bts fanfic where y/n accidentally see an OC doing something wrong/illegal in the bathroom? And the guys don’t like y/n but because the OC likes her they keep her around to brainwash her? I don’t remember much about it but I just remembered it and now I have to read it lol.
↳ Index [Chapter 01 - Initium]
Warnings: none really, just people getting to know each other
Wordcount: 12.1k
a/n: and so it begins, i am so excited for this journey
University. Now you are one of them. Those stuck-up, elitist pricks, who prance around with their fancy diplomas and unimportant “important titles”. You really didn’t want to be one of them, but when fate opens a big, bright door of opportunity for you, you won’t say no. Of course not. Especially if that means moving halfway across the globe to one of the most renowned universities internationally. How they found you and decided that you were worthy of their education is still beyond you. But again, when fate opens a big, bright door of opportunity for you, you won’t say no and also not ask any questions.
Today is the first day of classes. Rainy and gloomy and also surprisingly chilly. But what you learned from your two weeks of living in your new hometown, weather such as today was of the ordinary.
“Thank you good sir”, you thank the cabdriver and give him the required money. You hadn’t quite figured out the bus system yet and in fear of missing your first classes, you decided to take the safe route and call a cab instead. The drive took a good twenty five minutes and was filled with the humming of the old car and the occasional loud coughing of the elderly cabdriver.
“Have a safe day Missy, there’s gunna be a storm later, I can feel it in me bones”, the cab driver tells you, tipping his newsboy hat.
“I will, take care as well good sir”, you send him a friendly smile and then close the door. The cab drives off, leaving you a present in the form of its terribly smelling fumes.
So, now just a hundred meters over the yard and then through the big door on the left wing. At least that is what your hand scribbled notes on your curriculum tell you.
The gravel pathways are almost empty as you hurry along them. Either your fellow students are terribly late or are already in their lectures. You shiver. It is awfully chilly today. You shoulder your worn out backbag and close the buttons on your terribly thin coat and then hurry up the slippery stairs to the entrance.
Thinking the door would open easily, you practically throw yourself against it, only to get the air knocked right out of your chest.
“Ouch, what the?” you groan, rubbing your chest before you try again.
The door doesn’t budge.
“Uhm? Excuse me door? May I enter?” you huff out, pushing at the handle with all your might, but with no luck. It is like the building refuses to let you inside.
“If I may”, a baritone voice says behind you and a second later an arm appears in your vision.
You whip around, coming face to face with a tall, handsome man. Dark eyes, dark hair and pale skin. He gives you an amused smile and pulls the door open with ease.
“There you go. After you, Miss”, he says, giving you a little bow of his head.
“It was a pull door”, you say, flicking your own forehead, “I’m a complete idiot. Thanks for helping me.”
“Of course, it was my honour”, the mysterious man says, entering the building after you.
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↳ Index [Chapter 02 - Rendezvous]
Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader, slight Namjoon x f.Reader x Jimin
Warnings: confusion, hazy minds, suggestive themes
Wordcount: 9.3k
a/n: mhhhm suspicious 👀
Jungkook storms up to Hoseok and Seokjin, calling out their names as he does. The two older men raise their heads from their dinner and watch him with curious eyes.
“What?” Seokjin asks, tilting his head to the side.
Jungkook stops running, bending over to rest his hands on his own knees. He is out of breath, which is very concerning for him. Jungkook is never out of breath, never.
“Are you alright?”, Hoseok says to which Jungkook shakes his head.
“You won’t believe who I just ran into!”
“Tell us”, Hoseok encourages him to speak, quirking up an eyebrow at him.
“Kim bloody Taehyung”, Jungkook says, gesticulating wildly.
Seokjin and Hoseok exchange a look.
“And why is that so bad? That dick is all over campus”, Hoseok says.
“Because that, that girl was him. Uhm, ___? Was that her name? The one girl that smells so good”, Jungkook explains, waving his hands around vividly.
“___? No way”, Seokjin is on his feet in an instance, “why the bloody hell is she with him?”
Seokjin doesn’t even bother taking his dinner with him and he is already out of the chill out zone and down the hallway to the acting classrooms. Hoseok and Jungkook follow him. Hoseok with his’ and Seokjin’s bags and Jungkook with Seokjin’s half-finished dinner.
“Hyung? Hey! What are you planning on doing?” Hoseok calls after Seokjin.
“Stopping that bastard!” Seokjin answers him and then goes into a full on sprint. Not the normal sprint, but the type of sprint which is far too obviously inhuman. Jungkook and Hoseok exchange a look.
“Uhm…should we?”
“No Jungkook, too much attention”, Hoseok shakes his head and turns his attention to the hallway leading to the main entrance, “you take this route, try to catch them before they can leave.”
“Yes, alright!” Jungkook blurts out and then he is already running down the hallway.
Jungkook runs as if he was running for his life. He knows that somehow he is, even if it wasn’t his life he was running for. That girl, that one girl that visited them last week, the one with the amazing scent surrounding her. He is running for her life. Jungkook looks over his shoulder and to both his sides. Fuck it, he thinks, there is no one here to see him. And with that he speeds up, knowing very well how he risks his secret being exposed like that. But if he is fast enough, nobody can see him. He just has to run, run and run.
There! He can already see someone standing by the entrance. Two people, they are talking to each other. Could that be? Jungkook speeds up some more, only to completely stop a second later.
“Hyung?”
The two people turn around. Hoseok and Seokjin, they seem panicky.
“We lost them”, Hoseok says, fidgeting with his own thumbs.
“No way…hyung…this was my fault, I should have-“
“No Jungkook, don’t blame yourself. We should have kept a better eye on her”, Seokjin insists, shoulders sagging.
“Well, what are we going to do now?”
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Part 1
My head feels heavy and my tongue feels like sandpaper. I try opening my eyes but my eyelids feel like leads. I’m laying on something soft, a bed most probably. I try to move and only manage to squirm a little, feeling the fabric beneath me to ascertain that it is not a bed but a sofa instead. A leather one, judging by the creaking sounds it makes with every move. Slowly, I can finally open my eyes but my vision is blurry and the room is dark. I blink a few times, trying to get my bearings when I sense that I’m not alone.
As my vision adjusts to the dimness, I notice a figure just below me on the floor, breathing lightly. No, not one, but two of them, laid out on opposite ends. A movement to my left makes me turn to find the figure of a man draped across the other end of the sofa, coming awake. Another man has his head on that one’s lap. A chair scrapes back somewhere to my right and I see three more just waking up, all sitting at a table. Or sleeping on it. As realisation kicks in, I recognise these seven men: BTS.
When everybody is awake fifteen minutes later, we look around the room at each other, the same question lingering in our minds: what the fuck happened? Our cellphones aren’t on us, not even our wallets.
“Where are we?” I ask, looking around the room from the sofa.
Namjoon gets up from the floor and walks towards the window. All I can see from my spot are tall trees and darkness outside so it must be nighttime. Yoongi gets up too and makes a beeline to the door that looks to be the front door and tries the knob but it doesn’t budge. Namjoon, upon seeing that, tries to slide up the window, but to the same result. And then everyone is on their feet, moving around the house trying to open doors, windows, anything that leads to the outside. Nothing.
“We’re locked in,” Jin says, his brows furrow.
Just then, thunderous footsteps come down the stairs and Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung, who had gone upstairs to check on doors and windows, appear, the same exasperated looks on their faces. They shake their heads. A loud bang make us all turn our heads to Namjoon, surprise to see him holding a chair as he had tried to break the window but failed instead. “What the fuck,” he breathes.
“Is this a prank?” Hoseok asks, running a hand through his hair. “Some sort of game? Run BTS?”
“I doubt it,” replies Yoongi who is standing in front of another window, looking out with a scowl on his face. “I think we’ve been kidnapped.”
Jin laughs. “Right. Someone kidnapped seven men together. Someone passed our security and brought us all here to a house in the middle of nowhere and locked us in.”
I hug my knees then, trying to process the situation while making myself as small as possible. I’m trying to think back to what happened before waking up here but my memory is a blank: al I remember is being in that meeting room with the boys, talking about the short story I wrote that Hybe was planning to make into a short movie. But there had been other people in the room; managers, producers, writers, other staff and bodyguards at every entrance point. I remember that last detail very well as they would eye me suspiciously everytime I walked past them as if the tag around my neck wasn’t good enough. And then what? What happened afterwards? Why am I here with them? Was it a mistake, a hitch in the plan of whoever it is that took us that forced them to take me too?
Jimin approaches me silently. He puts a hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay?”
I look at him, unsure of how to answer. Physically, yes I am. Psychologically? Emotionally? Instead, I just keep looking at him and he gives a light squeeze as if he understood what hadn’t been said. I fidget with my fingers and that is when I notice the tiny marking on the inside of my left wrist. I bring it up to my face to inspect it. It looks like one of those Latin symbols you see in a science class and, if I remember correctly, the one etched, no, tattooed on my skin is that of an omega symbol: Ω
I hate tattoos and would have never thought of getting one.
“What is this?” Taehyung asks from the foot of the staircase. He is also looking at his wrist, a deep frown on his face. Namjoon strides over to him to see. His forehead bunches together before answering, “Looks like a lowercase beta symbol?”
One by one they all check their wrists. Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook have the lowercase alpha symbol and Jin and Yoongi match Taehyung’s beta one. I’m the odd one out. Does that mean something? And what do the markings even mean, to begin with?
As if on cue, a deep voice resounds all over the house through invisible speakers. “Welcome to the Omegaverse House. I hope everyone is comfortable. I’m sure you have found the markings on your wrists. That will determine your hiercharchy in this little world I built just for you.”
“Who are you? What do you want from us?” Namjoon shouts as he looks around the room.
The voice chuckles. “You can call me Master. What I want is to see if this little experiment of mine works, is all. You’re my little test subjects. If this is a success, we will have all of you to thank for the new worldshift that will happen. I must say, I nabbed the perfect subjects, too. With the amount of eyes on you popstars, my experiment, once successful, will be hard to ignore.”
“They’ll find us before that even happens!” Taehyung screams, standing up.
“You can keep wishing on that,” the voice replies, humour in his voice. “They’re going to have a hard time finding you. Do you know how long you’ve been missing as of now? A week and seventeen hours.” The voice breaks into a laugh, chilling me to the bone. “A week and no leads. I’m very careful with my work. Just as you are meticulous in yours. Now, all you have to do is just be good and stay here for as long as the experiment requires you to be. Groceries will be delivered twice weekly. There will be instructions delivered every other day and if you are good boys and girl, you’ll find it will be a lot easier. Take this as a retreat, a holiday, a break from your demanding schedules. Go against my orders and instructions, you’ll learn the price you have to pay. I’m sure you are all very smart people. We’ll speak again soon.”
Then there is silence. No matter how much the boys ask questions, they get nothing in return. The sound of something travelling through a chute catches our attention and a paper sticks out from a small metal pipe by the bookcases behind me. Hesitantly, I pluck it out, unfold it and read the content.
Take your temperatures twice a day - once when you wake up, once before you go to sleep - and mark them down and labelled properly on a paper. Send that paper the same way this one comes in every night. Failure to do so will be punished. Attempts at messing with the data will also be punished.
The boys then start to talk over each other, voicing their worries, anger and disbelief, their thoughts of what is actually happening and ideas of how to get out of here. I keep quiet, never moving from my spot that I had woken up in. To be honest, I am tired and hungry. Starving, really. I don’t want to think about anything right now except for food or sleep, whichever comes first. The voice, Master, or whatever, mentioned groceries so that means there is food somewhere. Starving us to death isn’t the goal, obviously. Silently, I get up and make my way to what I think must be the kitchen, subconsciously marveling at how big the house is. I approach the fridge, stopping short at the reflection in the sleek black surface of the door.
I look like a ghost, literally. Pale face and hair sticking out in odd places. Instead of the grey slacks and light blue blouse I had worn the day of the meeting, I have on dark sweatpants and an oversized white t-shirt that did nothing to hide my breasts underneath. Behind me, I see Jimin walk in through the reflection and I reflexively cross my arm over my chest, completely forgetting what I was in the kitchen for in the first place. The others pile in behind him. I turn around, shuffling on my bare feet, my mind blank except for the hunger that is starting to ache.
“I’m hungry,” I mutter, eyes on the huge island in the middle of the kitchen.
The boys look around momentarily and I hear Jungkook say from across the island, “Me too. I’m starving.” The others then start to murmur their agreement.
Yoongi marches past me and opens the fridge door, peering inside. He took out a basket of eggs. He then opens the overhead cabinet and takes down two bundles of instant noodles with five packs in each, ten packs in total. Jin starts to be proactive, too, rummaging through the low cabinet and producing a large pot. He fills it with water and puts it on the electric stove. As we wait for the water to boil, we sit around the kitchen island in mutual silence, too hungry or tired to speak. Yoongi takes care of the ramyeon and as the savory smell of it wafts through the room, loud grumbles come from each and every stomach. Jin takes out bowls and chopsticks as Yoongi moves the pot onto the ceramic top. Jungkook jumps up immediately and starts ladling noodles and soups into each bowl before handing them out. We eat like a hungry pack of wolves and in less than five minutes, the pot is empty again to much of our dismay.
“The rice is cooking,” says Yoongi as if he reads our mind. “I’ll make kimchi fried rice once it’s cooked.” No one objects. Jungkook gets up and goes to the freezer part of the fridge. He finds a pack of diced beef and unpacks it in the sink. I notice how they are not frozen yet, which means they had only just been placed in there. Realising he didn’t need to thaw it, he leaves the meat there and goes back to sit down.
“What is the last thing you remember?” Namjoon speaks up, looking around the room. No one speaks at first as we all think hard and long. Then one by one we give our answers and they are all the same: the short story/movie meeting. Yoongi recalls being in a car but that is the extent of it. I look around the room. I’m a complete stranger to them, why was I roped in? I'm nobody compared to these seven world stars, so what do they want with me? What purpose do I serve? My family won’t be able to even afford a ransom money if that was demanded.
“What’s Omegaverse?” Hoseok asks.
“I’m not sure,” answers Namjoon, “but it sounds familiar.”
“Like the fanfic,” Jin chuckles as if trying to lighten the mood.
Quiet falls again.
Something clicks with what Jin said and I run a finger over the omega symbol on my wrist. Is it true? But how can it be when it’s just fiction; a niche in the smut universe that every fanfic reader is very well-aware of. A fiction that revolves around how human biology has evolved - or devolved depending on how you look at it - into something like that of a wolf or a pack animal. A world where there’s no gender but only alphas and betas and omegas, a hierarchy made to make mating all that much easier and clear cut. But what if it is true? What if that was the experiment that the voice over the speaker had meant? I have a sinking feeling deep in my stomach and for a moment, the smell of the meat sizzling in the pan as Yoongi starts to cook again makes me feel like throwing up. I scramble to my feet and barely make it to the sink before hurling back out the noodles I had not ten minutes ago. Yoongi disregards the pan and rushes to my side, holding my hair back with one hand and rubbing my back with the other as Jin takes over the cooking.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand as Yoongi turns the tap on to wash off the content of the sink. As he is reaching out, I get a whiff of a faint sweet scent coming from him. It smells a little like chocolate and I can feel myself relaxing, leaning against Yoongi’s body. He pulls me in, and, almost instinctively, I nuzzle against his chest. Catching myself, I pull away immediately and Yoongi must have felt it too, as he shuffles away slightly to create space between us, leaving us both a little perplexed at what just happened. Then it dawns on me.
“The experiment,” I say through ragged breaths and a stinging throat from all the bile, “I think he was speaking the truth. He’s not experimenting with us, he’s experimenting on us. We are the experiment.”
Yoongi helps me back to my seat and Jimin offers a glass of water. I take one gulp, feeling a little refreshed and more focused now. Namjoon shakes his head. “I wouldn’t trust him, whoever he is. He’s probably just trying to scare us and he’s got you good.”
I open my mouth to object but Yoongi beats me to it. “As much as I want to agree with you, Joonie, I think she’s right. Something’s...off.”
They stare at him, even Jin stops stirring the rice to look at Yoongi. Namjoon tilts his head a little. “Did you just call me Joonie?”
Yoongi doesn’t answer immediately, probably didn’t even notice what he said. Hoseok gives a nervous laugh. “Something’s off, alright. You’ve never used that nickname before, hyung.”
Yoongi shrugs and brings his chair to sit down next to me. Jin finishes cooking and serves the second round of food to everyone with Jungkook’s help again. This time, the food disappears at a much slower pace as everyone mulls over their own thoughts. Jin was the first to speak. “So, if you’re right,” he looks pointedly at me, “you’re saying that since we are the experiment and we are in this omegaverse, this means that whatever this omegaverse is, will happen to us?”
“Maybe,” I answer as I toy with my food.
“Hold on a second,” says Hoseok, placing both his hands palms down on the surface of the island. “What is omegaverse?”
“It’s fiction, I said so,” Jin replies through a mouthful of rice.
Yoongi sighs. “It’s fiction, yes. It’s technically a genre where there’s no gender but just alphas and betas and omegas.”
Hoseok looks even more confused. “Alphas and betas and omegas?”
“Like the symbols on our wrists?” asks Taehyung as he rubs on his marking to no avail.
“Yeah,” said Yoongi. “Alphas, betas and omegas are the hierarchy system.”
“For what?” Jimin’s turn to ask.
Yoongi and Jin exchange glances but I answer for them. “For mating purposes. Like wolf packs. The omegas are the lowest in the rank, the one that’s...mated.”
Jin clears his throat. “In the omegaverse, an alpha is the top rank. They’re the only ones that can mate by putting their marks on their partners. This mark is for life. Alphas are also the only ones that breed and omegas, the breeders.”
“And betas?” Taehyung asks, looking from Jin to Yoongi then back again.
Yoongi answers this time. “Betas are somewhere in the middle. We don’t mate and are rarely able to breed, too. I guess betas are more flexible, going in between alphas and omegas. But I’ve read somewhere that betas are mostly more in control due to their level-headed nature and mild temperaments. They are the least affected by pheromones when an omega is in heat near them.”
“When an omega is in what?” Namjoon’s eyebrows are raised so high they disappear behind his blond bangs.
“In heat,” Yoongi reiterates. “Like cats when it’s mating season, you get the gist.” He passes a hand over his face, sighing as he did so. “This is starting to sound ridiculous, even to me.”
Namjoon stands up. “Right. We’re all exhausted. We should think about this more tomorrow. Right now we need sleep. Maybe it’ll help us process things better.”
Taehyung and Jimin offer to help clean up the kitchen while the rest of us trudge upstairs. On the second floor, we learn that the house has a total of three storeys with four rooms each with its own bathroom on the second and third floor. I claim the first room I see; on the second floor, the first door on the left. I close the door behind me and make my way inside. There’s a desk by the window with a thermometer and a journal and pen sitting neatly on top of it. What happens if I don’t do as instructed? I look around the room, trying to find a camera of some sort but nothing. Is he watching us all right now? How? From where?
Ignoring the items on the desk, I crawl into bed. Five minutes later I feel a sharp, electric jolt coursing through my body, making me arch my back in pain. I grit my teeth, willing for it to stop as tears spill from the corners of my eyes. It feels like an eternity when it finally did and I lay there panting, trying to catch my breath. The same voice from earlier booms throughout the house. “If you’re testing the legitimacy of my instructions, well, you got it. Trust me, that was just a taste. Continue to disobey and you won’t make it past another week. The temperature, if you please.”
Bastard. I’m still breathing heavily, my heart racing a mile a minute. Slowly, I push myself up from the bed and stagger to the desk. I place the thermometer under my tongue, wait three minutes based on the clock nailed to the wall and take it out to check the number. I jot down the temperature in the journal and crawl back to bed, falling immediately asleep once my head hits the pillow.
It doesn’t feel long when I wake up with a jerk, feeling disoriented as I look around the room. It is still dark outside and the clock shows that I have probably been asleep for forty minutes tops. Once again, I look around trying to pinpoint what has woken me but don’t see anything out of the ordinary. Nothing except that strong scent lingering in the air. It smells like coffee but not quite the drink. It has a tinge of musk underneath, like that of a man. It smells totally different from Yoongi’s earlier. I get up and follow it out of the bedroom only to find myself in front of the room next to mine. I knock lightly but there is no answer. I try the door and find it unlocked and make my way inside. A desk lamp is on. On the bed, a figure is sitting on the edge of it, his back to me. He turns, revealing an art book in his hands.
“Namjoon,” I whisper, calling his name in what sounds more like a whine stuck in my throat. I’m not sure why, never mind the fact that we are basically strangers, but I need him. Need to feel his arms around me or else I wouldn’t feel safe to continue sleeping. He looks confused, regarding me from above his reading glasses. Then his eyes soften. Without a word, he puts down the book and stretches out an arm, beckoning me over. I go to him like a child, snuggling under the blanket for warmth but mostly to feel him against me. It isn’t a sexual need, I note. It was more like that of a child needing her comfort blanket, for reasons I’m clueless of. Once under the blanket and in his embrace, I nuzzle his neck, breathing in that faint coffee scent and I immediately relax, feeling my nerves just melting away. Subtly, he nuzzles the top of my head in return.
“Did you have coffee before bed?” I can’t help but ask, my nose pressing against the hollow of his neck.
“No,” he replies, his voice coming out husky. “Why?”
“You smell like coffee,” I say before drifting off to sleep, for good this time.
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Song Bird | 02
Title: Song Bird
Pairing: OT7 x Reader
Genre: Angst, Romance, Fluff, Slow burn
Characters: Siren!Reader, Human!Jin, Human!Yoongi, Human!Hoseok, Human!Namjoon, Human!Jimin, Human!Taehyung, Human!Jungkook
Word count: 7.3k
Summary: Sirens have been hunted for centuries. Imprisoned and killed for experimentation or to be used for their powers. When thinking about sirens, most envision half woman half fish. But what most people don’t know is that the true original sirens were half woman half bird. Beings far more powerful than the water sirens that most people know of. Beings so rare that many people believe they never existed. But they do. So if word got out that one was sighted and found… it’s only a matter of time before their lives no longer belongs to them, but to their captures.
Warning: May contain depictions of violence and mentions of abuse throughout the story.
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The first thing you hear when sleep begins to fade away is the sound of knocking on your door. You groan at the consistent pounding, turning over to bring a pillow over your head in hopes of drowning out the sound.
You vaguely hear someone go “I think she’s awake now,” before your door slowly begins to creak open, allowing the culprit to waltz right in shamelessly.
“Rise and shine birdie!”
You wince, normally your mood would brighten at Hoseok’s voice, but when it’s nearly 7 in the morning and you’re woken up harshly by loud sounds… Let’s just say you’re thankful Hoseok can’t read your mind.
He grins down at a blob hidden under the blanket he can only assume is you. He taps on your shoulder, “birdie?” he peers over carefully, “it’s me, your ray of sunshine in the morning.”
“Hoseok I’m about to be your ray of death if you keep talking.”
All he does is chuckle, but nonetheless retracts his hand anyway.
Suddenly you hear another man sigh, “Y/n you can’t exactly threaten a person who would probably find joy in that,” he drones out in an unamused tone.
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hi, i just saw your post, so here are some of my favourite stories:
buyers beware by @smasmashie - OT7/reader, fluff, comedy, soulmate au;
home calls the heart by @anonnie-in-wonderland - OT7/reader, hurt/comfort, romance, magic au, hybrid au;
a bond made of love by @purpleyoonn - OT7/reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, hybrid au, idol au, a/b/o dynamics;
petrichor by @purpleyoonn - OT7/reader, fluff, smut, angst, soulmate au, a/b/o dynamics, ceo!werewolf!BTS, chubby!reader;
inked flora by @kookieswan - park jimin/kim taehyung/reader, fluff, smut, strangers to lovers, tattoo artist au, florist au;
blood for blood by @lunaandhertrashheap - OT7/reader, fluff, smut, a/b/o dynamics;
wolves are (not) scary by @mrcleanheichou - OT7/reader, fluff, smut, werewolf au;
before i leave you by @hollyhomburg - OT7/reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, smut, angst, mafia au, a/b/o dynamics;
eunoia by @wishesunderthestars - OT7/reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, smut, angst, hybrid au;
time by @bts-trash-blog - OT7/reader, fluff, smut, angst, werewolf au;
you never walk alone by @agustdakasuga - completed, OT7/reader, fluff, romance, werewolf au, a/b/o dynamics;
a place called home by @agustdakasuga - completed, OT7/reader, fluff, humour, romance, soulmate au, hybrid au;
the galaxy above us by @agustdakasuga - completed, OT7/reader, fluff, romance, comfort, fantasy;
sanctuary by @btsreactsarchive - completed, OT7/reader, fluff, hybrid au;
loVEly by wannawonnie/tinablue - completed, OT7/reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, soulmate au, strangers to lovers;
a spoonful of sugar (makes the wolfsbane go down) by oblivionsparkle - OT7/reader, fluff, romance, supernatural au;
kindness by angelaronin - OT7/reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, hybrid au;
i'll still stay by @sugamoonv - OT7/reader, fluff, angst, hybrid au;
like a mate should by @sugamoonv - kim namjoon/kim seokjin/reader, werewolf au;
moon child by minyoonglesss - OT7/reader, fluff, angst, vampire au;
black ties, white lies by @sevenincubistolemyheart - OT7/reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, drama, modern era au, mafia au;
abundance by @angelicyoongie - OT7/reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, smut, hybrid au, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers;
moonchild by @deolly and @jeonggukkiepabo - completed, OT7/reader, fluff, humour, angst, smut, soulmate au;
little one by seven_moonlit_roses/midnight_reveries - park jimin/jeon jungkook/reader, fluff, romance, fantasy, royalty au, werewolf au;
sunshine riptide by @jincherie - completed, OT7/reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, hybrid au;
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Let's Talk About Us
Read Part 1: Let's Talk About Sex
Part 3: Let's Talk About Love
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Summary: You just wanted to spend time with Jungkook but things never go as planned.
Word Count: 4.2K
Chapter warnings: some mxm? light smut. penetrative sex, idk if it was protected, you decide, angst, kissing, uh yeah lots of talking, jk being a brat in the beginning, jungkook self-care ;)
Waking up in between his boyfriends had to be one of Jungkook’s favorite things in this world. The only way it could be better would be if you were here to join them. The hyungs all had a mutual understanding: their Jungkookie loves his noona, and if she wants to join their relationship, their arms are always open. It’s clear that you’re gorgeous, kind, and the perfect girl really. The only trouble is convincing you to become a part of their relationship. However, not knowing how you feel and knowing how sensitive Jungkook is has led to a sort of standstill. They all admire from afar and long for you, but they have to break the news to you gently.
‘What are you thinking so hard about handsome?’
‘Just us, hyung. And how lucky I am,’ he turned his head to face his hyung. As he presses a kiss to his lips he feels the evidence of Hobi’s morning arousal, and asks cheekily, ‘What are you thinking about Hobi hyungie? A little excited this morning I see ’
‘Yah, who raised you to be such a brat?’ Yoongi’s rough morning voice utters from behind him as he feels a light tap to his behind.
‘Jin hyung,’ Jungkook retorts boldly.
And suddenly he’s being rolled completely onto his back, and then when he looks up he sees Hobi looking down at him.
‘Maybe we should teach our baby a lesson. What do you say,Yoongi hyung?’ Hoseok asks as he gazes right into Jungkook’s eyes, stare never faltering.
‘I think that’s a perfect idea. Let’s show him what happens when he backtalks his hyungs.’ Yoongi replies.
Just as Hobi's hand start’s to travel south and his lips near Jungkook’s, they’re cut off by Taehyung waltzing through he door. He flops onto the bed next to Yoongi and says,
‘Jin hyung says if you all aren’t downstairs for breakfast in ten minutes, he’s going to put a sex ban on all of us. His words, not mine.’ Tae smiles while burying his face in Yoongi's shoulder. He leaves light pecks along his hyung’s neck, not in a suggestive way, just in the sweet nonverbal Taehyung way.
‘Tae-hyungie, Hobi hyung riled me up, and now I’m not allowed to fix it?’ Jungkook whines from under Hoseok.
‘Aw poor baby Jungkookie. Want hyung to deal with it?’ Taehyung says as he moves closer to Jungkook.
‘Yes,’ Jungkook says breathlessly, ‘I need it hyung.’
Taehyung starts places light kisses up the column of Jungkook’s neck, and then he leans close, and just as Kook’s eyes close thinking he’s going to get what he wants Taehyung pauses, ‘tough luck babe, there’s no chance I’m getting a sex ban because of you. Up and attem.’
Jungkook groans, ‘You’re all so mean to me,’ he pouts.
Taehyung is walking away from the bed toward the door when he turns and smirks, ‘No kookie, I just don’t fall for your maknae plots to always get what you want.’
Jungkook flops over with a loud whine, face first into the pillow. He kicks his legs like a child while mumbling about how unfair everything is before he finally makes his way out of bed. When Yoongi and Hoseok left the bed, he isn’t sure until he hears a moan from the bathroom that sounds suspiciously like his Hobi-hyung.
‘Jin hyung! Hobi hyung and Yoongi hyung aren’t listening–,’Jungkook tattles as he walks towards the hall, an evil smile plastered onto his face.
…
There’s a lot on your mind as you think about what you’ve found out about Jungkook. Yeah, you’re happy for him because he deserves to be loved, but you want to be the one to love him. You’re not exactly sure when your feelings started. They didn’t fully register until Jungkook admitted to his relationship with Jimin; the more you think about it, the more the realization that the fondness you thought was a platonic best friend love was actually more, becomes glaringly obvious.
After admitting to his relationship with Jimin, Jungkook has started to bring him around more. Everytime he does it hurts. You wish the realization of your feelings happened sooner. Every sweet kiss they share or cuddle on the couch, while endearing to watch, is also incredibly hard to watch. They’re perfect together, but you couldn’t help but to wish you were the one in his arms. The thing about Jungkook is he’s so easy to love. He’s kind, sweet, and he wears his heart on his sleeve. It’s no wonder one of his closest friends besides you fell for him. Jungkook views the world with wonder, and it’s incredibly endearing to watch. Seeing the stars in his big doe eyes when he regards something is probably your favorite thing about him.
Some part of you thinks Jimin knows how you feel. Sometimes the way he watches you interact with Jungkook seems like he’s analyzing you for something. But the only thing that matters is how Jungkook seems blissfully unaware of your feelings. It hurts, but it’s for the best. At the end of the day, your friendship is the most valuable thing in the world.
Laying in bed moping about how you’ve lost Jungkook before even fully realizing that you want, no, need, him is going to do nothing. It’s been a week, and you still haven't fully grasped all of your feelings. So, rather than laying in bed torturing your mind with ‘what-ifs’ and ‘should have beens, you decide to distract yourself by going to his place to spend time with him.
On the drive over, all you can think about is how to get out of this situation. Ignoring him until your feelings go away is out of the question. Confessing to him is even more out of the question; however, your feelings disappearing on their own also seems highly unlikely.
The more you think about Jungkook, the more you are endeared by him. How did it take so long for you to realize how much you love like him as more than your dorky best friend.
As you take the elevator up to his apartment, all you can think about is Jungkook. There are a thousand thoughts racing through your head since those true feelings have been awakened. Letting yourself into his apartment, you immediately notice that he isn’t sitting on the couch yelling obnoxiously at the TV while playing games. His wallet and keys are still by the front door, so he’s definitely home. Maybe sleeping, and the idea of cuddling up to your best friend sounds very tempting. Sleeping with Jungkook is easily one of your favorite things in the world. He’s the warmest, snuggliest, and cuddliest person you’ve ever met. The way he wraps himself around you creates a feeling of safety that will never be replicated by anything or anyone else.
Walking down the hall toward his room, the door is cracked open. The excitement about the prospect of getting to nap with Jungkook outweighs any logic. As you approach the door and peer through the crack, you can’t help but be shocked at what you see.
Jungkook’s head is thrown back, his bare chest is glistening with sweat, hard cock laying on his stomach with a small pool of precum puddling above it, face scrunched up in what you can only describe as excruciating pleasure. Raking your eyes down his body and admiring the scene in front of you, the building arousal comes to a screeching halt at the sight at the end of the bed. There between his legs, the waist attached to the man Jungkook’s thighs are wrapped around, grunting while languidly moving his hips is Taehyung.
The sudden shock surpasses any building arousal as a gasp leaves your lips. Suddenly everything stops. Both of their heads snap toward you. Jungkook's lips, which were parted while sucking in gasps at the delicious pleasure Taehyung was providing, are now parted in shock.
‘Noona,’ he chokes out, ‘what–’
‘See something you like Y/n-ah? Getting reminded of the past?’ Taehyung asks, a lazy mirk on his lips as he punctuates the sentence with a roll of his hips.
‘Hyung,’ Jungkook gasps out, putting his hands on Taehyung’s hips in an effort to get him to stop.
Frozen in place, you have no idea what to say. You’re rooted to your spot. A million thoughts are racing through your mind as you consider the situation. Isn’t Jungkook dating Jimin? Is he cheating on Jimin? If he’s cheating why isn’t he trying to hide or reconcile the situation? Why do they look so good?
You turn and walk away, rushing toward the front door to try and leave as quickly as possible. Why does it hurt so bad to see him with someone else, and you’re not even the person being cheated on.
Just as you’re walking away you hear the door slam against the wall from behind you,
‘Y/n wait,’ Jungkook is running out of his room stumbling into his clothes. You both pause looking at each other; his chest is heaving with the effort it took to run after you while pulling clothes on.
‘Jungkook,’ you start softly–
He’s quick to interrupt you, ‘Let’s talk, Noona. It’s not what you think.’ He starts to approach you
‘It looks like you’re cheating on your boyfriend, Jungkook.’ You say angrily.
Jungkook starts to panic, ‘No you don’t get it. Just sit down and let me explain, please.’ He pleads.
“I don’t think I can be here right now. I love you and you’re my best friend, but I can’t support this.’ You say while starting toward the door again.
‘Y/n-ah,’ you hear from behind you. Turning toward the hall that leads to Jungkook’s room, you see Taehyung leaning against the wall. He’s regarding you both with soft eyes in that almost unbothered way he always approaches things, ‘How about you hear us out, yeah?’
For some reason his collected demeanor brings you back to earth for a moment. You look back and forth between the two boys in front of you. Taehyung’s kiss swollen lips, Jungkook’s shirtless torso, and deep breaths are strong reminders of the activities they had just been partaking in. Jungkook’s eyes have that pleading innocence you know so well. Taking a deep breath to collect yourself, you walk over to the sofa and gingerly sit down. A sigh of relief leaves Jungkook as he glances at Taehyung, and they both make their way over to the couch opposite you.
All three of you sit in silence for a moment, seemingly trying to process everything that has just happened.
‘Y/n-ah, I know what this looks like, but I think Kook-ah is the one who needs to explain to you what’s going on.’ Taehyung says softly. His ability to keep calm in such a situation is admirable. You glance over a Jungkook with a questioning tilt to your head.
Jungkook pauses and takes a deep breath, ‘Last week I told you I was dating Jimin. And that’s not a lie, but it isn’t the full truth.’
You look at him questioningly, ‘What do you mean Jungkookie? What aren’t you telling me?’
Jungkook takes a breath and a glance at Taehyung, ‘I am dating Jimin, but I’m also dating Taehyungie-hyung.’ He says while throwing a small smile Taehyung’s way.
Now, polyamorous relationship’s aren’t unknown to you, but they definitely aren’t very common. Never something you’ve had personal experience with, but there’s nothing wrong with them. You can tell that the boys sitting across from you are attempting to gauge your reaction to this revelation.
‘That’s–Ok, that’s… so what you’re saying is, Jimin knows? He’s okay with all of this?’ You ask nervously.
‘Oh he’s definitely ok with it,’ Taehyung chuckles, ‘In fact, I’d say he even enjoys watching me and Jungko–’
‘Hyung!’ Jungkook squeaks out embarrassed and ears tingeing red. ‘Now’s not the time.’ He mutters while avoiding your gaze.
‘Oh, that’s great! I’m really happy for you guys,’ you try to make the statement as believable as possible.
‘Thanks, Noona,’ Jungkook mumbles, ‘I know it was kind of awkward to walk in on me and Hyung, but thanks for being supportive.’
It seems like Jungkook buys it, but something in the way Taehyung is gazing into your eyes makes you uneasy.
‘You don’t have to lie, you know?’ Taehyung says, his gaze never falters from yours. You can feel your heart speeding up. Palms are starting to sweat a little, and without even realizing the bouncing of your leg starts up.
‘Hyung,’ Jungkook chokes out while glancing back and forth between the two of you, ‘What are you–’
‘Can’t you see how jealous she is Jungkookie? How much your Noona wishes it was her that you’re with.’
It feels like all the air has left your lungs, there’s nothing you can do to get words to come out of your mouth. Your brain wants so desperately to deny his accusations, but nothing is coming out.
‘Huh Jungkookie? Didn’t you see how she was clenching her thighs watching me fuck you? Maybe she was getting flashbacks to years ago. I bet in that pretty little head of hers she can’t decide who to be more jealous of, me or you.’
‘Hyung, stop it,’ Jungkook tries to grab his hand but Taehyung isn’t having it.
‘No, Jungkookie. I’m tired of watching you two dance around each other. How long have we been waiting for you to finally fess up to her? Can’t you see how upset she is knowing that you’re in a relationship but it isn’t with her?’
‘What?’ you can’t even think straight, ‘What do you mean ‘join us’?’
‘Your sweet best friend Jungkookie is in love with his Noona, y/n-ah, but he’s also in love with all six of his Hyungs.’ Taehyung starts.
You freeze, ‘Jungkook?’ You look up at him to see him adamantly avoiding eye contact, ‘is it true Kook-ah?’
‘Yeah Noona, I hope you don’t think any differently of me, and I understand if you don’t feel the same way, and I know you probably think it’s weird but all of the Hyungs, and I really want to try this with you–’ He’s rambling, and you can’t even process everything that is happening
‘Jungkook,’ you cut him off, ‘Just, just wait a second.’
‘Y/n-ah, this is a lot to take in, but just know, none of what Jungkook has said is a lie, and all of our feelings are genuine.’ Taehyung says slowly.
‘And by ‘our’ you mean all seven of you?’ You ask cautiously.
‘When we all agreed to date each other we knew there would always be a place for you in Jungkookie’s heart, and once we started to get to know you more, we couldn’t help but to fall for you too.’ He pauses and kneels down in front of you, ‘Ideally this is a conversation all eight of us would have together, but I couldn’t stand to see you heartbroken when you have no reason to be.’
He’s regarding you fondly from his kneeling positiong in front of you. Glancing over his head at Jungkook, you try to comprehend what just happened. Hope and uncertainty lie in Jungkook’s eyes.
Taehyung pats your hand before standing up, ‘I’m gonna let you guys talk.’
Your eyes follow Taehyung, and after we walks out the door you glance back at Jungkook
‘What should we talk about, Jungkookie?’
‘Let’s talk about us.’ Jungkook says quietly; his eyes are cast down to the floor while he says it, but once the last word leaves his mouth he meets your eyes. You both just watch each other for a moment.
‘I feel like there’s not much to talk about, Kook.’ You’re feeling overwhelmed to say the least. It’s hard to pinpoint one emotion when so many things were just revealed.
‘Noona,’ Jungkook pauses. He seems to contemplate what he wants to say next, ‘A few years ago I started dating Jimin-hyung, and somehow, slowly after that all seven of us ended up in a relationship together.’
‘It started with Taehyungie-hyung first. He kissed me one night while we were drinking, and I thought Jimin was gonna break up with me because I liked it. I liked it, Noona. I was ashamed at first. Why would I enjoy kissing someone when I already had a perfect boyfriend? We all sat down and talked; Taehyung admitted that he had been sleeping with Yoongi-hyung but he also had feelings for us. Once Jimin and I talked it over, cried, and aired our feelings out, we talked to Yoongi. Yoongi told us that he felt the same, but also had feelings for Hobi. It’s funny because at the time we were all too scared to admit to how we felt about Jin-hyung and Joon-hyung because they were already in a relationship, but once the five of us realized where things were headed we knew we needed to tell them.’
He glances up at you to gauge your reaction before continuing, ‘When we were having the conversation all seven of us, admitting feelings left and right, it felt incredible to finally get everything out in the open. But, I wanted to be transparent with them; I had feelings for you. Jimin knew, and he felt the same. Once Jimin and I started dating, he started spending time with you too, and he fell in love just the same. We were hoping one day we could ask you on a date with the both of us, but that changed once all seven of us decided to date. They all know how much you mean to me, Noona. You’re so easy to fall in love with, and they all feel the same. Deep down, I think you know that we’re all special to you, too.’ He finishes and takes a deep breath.
You look up at him with tears in your eyes, ‘Jungkook,’
‘Noona, please don’t break my heart right now.’ He pleads.
One thing you’ve always loved about Jungkook is his eyes. He has stars in his eyes, but he also has the most transparent eyes. He carries love in his eyes, he carries his hurt in his eyes, you can see the light in his eyes. They’re the most beautiful things in the world because whatever he’s feeling, you can see in them.
You let out a laugh with tear filled eyes, ‘I wasn’t planning on it.’
While he had been waiting for you to say something, his eyes had cast down to the floor, and as soon as the words left your mouth, his body went stiff and his head snapped up to meet your gaze.
‘What,’ he chokes out, ‘Are you– are you saying that you—’he starts,
‘Jungkook,’ you start, ‘I’ve been in love with you for a long time.’
He stands up from his seat opposite you, and walks toward you. Grabbing your hand, he pulls you up from your seated position. A gentle hand finds its way to your cheek while the other makes its way to your waist. His thumb gently strokes along your cheekbone as he looks into your eyes searching for any sense of hesitance, ‘Please, don’t lie to me right now.’
‘I wouldn’t dream of it.’ You whisper
Then you feel his lips on yours. Those soft, pink lips you’ve been dreaming of for yours but never would admit to yourself. You’ve heard of ‘fireworks’ but there’s none of that with Jungkook. There’s just a feeling of warmth that envelops you; you’re home with Jungkook.
Jungkook can’t explain the feeling that washes over him while feeling your lips moving against his. This is what he’s always wanted. The butterflies in his tummy every time he see you laugh, the ache in his chest when you cry, and the love he feels when you’re in his arms, all make sense.
You both pull away panting and look into each other’s eyes. Reaching up to brush the hair out of his eyes, you can’t help but to admire the boy in front of you.
Jungkook seems to have different plans as he starts to place soft pecks on your lips repeatedly, ‘Why’d you come over here anyway? Not that I’m complaining,’ he murmurs in between the kisses he’s laying on your lips.
You smile bashfully, ‘I wanted to come cuddle you.’
‘We can do that, Noona.’ He smiles, ‘We still have a lot we need to talk about with the Hyungs, but right now I just want you in my arms.’
. . .
Later that night after you had gone home–begrudgingly leaving Jungkook’s arms with a few stolen kisses, Jungkook is lying in bed thinking of you. He thinks about how happy he is that everything is out in the air now, and how you seem to be at least a little open to the idea of a relationship with him and the hyungs. Then he starts to think about how perfect you felt in his arms, and how soft your lips were against his. The little breaths you let out when he ventured a little too far down your neck before stopping himself.
He opens his eyes after feeling blood rushing south. Is it weird to get off to the girl he just confessed to? It’s not like it would be the first time anyway.
Running his hands across his face, Jungkook plops his head back against the pillow before slowly sliding a hand down his torso. He applies light pressure over the bulge in his sweatpants, and breathes out at how good the pressure feels.
He thinks of you while he applies more pressure–thinks of kissing you, and even more that he can’t wait to do. How perfect your tits are–you weren’t wearing a bra today, and he didn’t notice until he hugged you goodbye and felt your chest pressed against his.
He lets out a groan and slips his hand under his pants, pulling the waistband below his balls to free himself. Wrapping his fingers around the base, his eyes flutter shut at the sweet, sweet relief. He strokes himself once, swiping his thumb over the head to make himself fully hard.
He's so hard and all thought of moral rights and wrongs are out the window. He kicks his sweatpants all the way down his legs. Beginning to stroke his cock, building up a steady rhythm, he thinks about how good your hands would feel around him. Your hands are so much smaller than any of his hyungs, and god your fingers might not even wrap all the way around him.
He lets out a small moan as he begins to pick up the pace. Reaching into his bedside drawer to get his lube. He drizzles some onto his hand, and then hisses at the sensation of the cold lube against his hot length.
Slick wet sounds fill the room as he adds a small twist to the motion of his wrist right below the head of his aching cock.
He whines out, 'Fuck, that's so good.
He becomes more breathless the more the pleasure builds. The thoughts of you have him picking up his pace, hips thrusting up into his hand that is wrapped tightly around his cock. He imagines your hot, wet mouth; your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. Maybe one day you’d venture down past his cock and give some attention to his balls. And maybe, if you’re comfortable with it, you’d venture down past that sweet spot below his balls, and on downward toward his most sensitive spot.
He thinks about you tongue fucking him while playing with his cock—
He lets out a loud moan and throws his head back; he’s really fucking close. He feels like a hormonal teenager again with how fast he's going to cum. There's no time to tease himself in just the way he likes because he's so turned on. Feeling his cock pulsing in his hand, that nice tingling in the base of his spine is building as the feeling in the pit of his stomach starts to become overwhelming. His hand is moving faster, and his hips have a mind of their own. He reaches down to palm and lightly tug on his balls.
'Holy shit.' He's fucking up into his fist imagining that it's you on his cock.
‘Fuck, noona, I’m gonna cum for you.’ He moans out before he topples over the edge.
Cum shooting out of the tip of his cock all over his hand, mouth wide open, balls unloading all over his chest. A loud moan of your name is the only other noise as he continues to stroke himself--hips twitching with overstimulation.
When he finally takes his hand off of his cock and rests his head on the pillow, all he can think about is how he’s never come so hard by himself before. Taking deep breaths in and out trying to collect himself from the incredible pleasure he just experienced
Just as he’s about to get up to clean himself off there’s a whistle from the other side of the room,
‘Nice show baby boy. Think you can give me another one?’ Joon asks from the doorway–an almost predatory look in his eyes.
A/N: JK really needs to learn how to lock his door...
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BTS AS ROMANCE TROPES : the series
FEATURING : kim seokjin, min yoongi, kim namjoon, jung hoseok, park jimin, kim taehyung, jeon jungkook
AUTHOR'S NOTE : i want to give my love and thanks to @koostarcandy for greatly helping me with this series , and to @thvblossom , and @too-many-fandom for their input <3
status : ongoing , no set schedule for updates
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> introducing KIM SEOKJIN as FORBIDDEN LOVE.....
with you and seokjin being each other's sole companion in the ruthless world of the elite, it was no less than certain that you two were inseparable. seokjin was the heir to the largest empire in south korea, and the son to figures who valued their wealth over their child. when it was announced that seokjin was to be married off to another, you would be lying if you said it was unexpected. you and jin both knew that it was only a matter of time before your love would have to end.
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> introducing MIN YOONGI as RIGHT PERSON WRONG TIME.....
with a talent for rapping that others envied and the second nature for producing, min yoongi, also known by his alias, agust d, is finally recruited under big hit entertainment. countless restless nights in his room turned makeshift studio seemed to had finally paid off when his skills had finally been recognized. being offered a one way ticket out of daegu and to his dreams should be a decision easily made - if it wasn't for the girl he would be leaving behind if he did so.
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> introducing KIM NAMJOON as FORCED PARTNERS.....
you hated photography class and you hated how you knew not a single person in there- not a single person except for kim namjoon. while you had no personal involvement with him, you would often unwillingly hear about him since your classmates routinely gushed about their adoration for him. while he was not oblivious to half the school constantly fawning over him, he never acknowledged it and kept to himself - you thought it was odd for someone so popular to be so reclusive. when an upcoming group project worth half of your grade leaves you partnered up with him, you two of you are forced to spend the majority of your time together.
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> introducing JUNG HOSEOK as SUMMER LOVE.....
jung hoseok and you met on your summer trip to seoul. the plan was for you to get out of the states and stay with your gradnma for the entirety of your summer break. with hoseok living right next door to your grandma's house, the two of you were bound to meet. hesitant waves and awkward greetings quickly became full blown laughter and spending every day glued to each other's side. with the sun beaming on your back and hoseok's hand wrapped around yours, the summer felt eternal. but as much as you wanted the summer to last forever, august was quickly approaching. soon your time in korea would be over and so would the momentary love you shared with hoseok.
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> introducing PARK JIMIN as SOULMATES.....
park jimin was a firm believer of fate. he believed that every single event that played or would play out had been pre-determined and invariably woven in the fabric of time. when you had moved into jimin's neighborhood at the ripe age of 16, he believes that it is the one time the universe had been in his favor. when a black line in the shape of your name drew at the expanse of his wrist when he was 18, he believes that the universew truly does love him. when you leave him at the age of 20, he finds he candidly hates what he believes in.
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> introducing KIM TAEHYUNG as UNREQUITED LOVE....
from kim taehyung chasing you with the insects he found in your backyard, to the two of you going together to prom since you had no date, the both of you would always be found side by side. it wasn't until you had reached adulthood had you reluctantly realized that the feelings you harbored for him were no longer of friendship, but love. however, you would not risk all the years of friendship on a selfish whim - especially since taehyung was perfectly happy with another.
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> introducing JEON JUNGKOOK as THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY.....
spending the entirety of your life in seoul, you had grown to hate it. with the same monotonous people and repetitive days, you craved for something different - a change. the only hesitation you had was in the form of your best friend, jeon jungkook. jungkook was the only consistent part of your life you had no objections with. you had lived in seoul for your entire life, but you had never considered it to be home - that titled belonged to him. when you had finally landed an opportunity to get out of seoul and pursue your dreams, you take it. you thrive in california without the suffocation that seoul brought, but a piece of you still longed for the boy you left behind. after years of no communication, your phone rings, displaying a familiar caller id.
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— UNTITLED: THE SMAU
7 besties fall in love. inspired by the untitled one shots by nsfwtaegis
status: ongoing
pairing: taegi x reader, ot7 x reader
genre: humour/crack, fluff, smut
warnings: none atm
a/n: this might b a little unhinged xx
chapters:
introductions
part one: freaks online
part two: subtweet subtly
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pairing: apprentice!Taehyung x f. reader
genre: S2L, future poly au, smut [18+]
wc: tba
warnings: mention of piercings, more to be announced at time of posting
Coming June 4, 2022 @ 4pm CDT
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