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show me your claws - taejin WIP

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Seokjin steps back and closes the door, turning and pinning Taehyung against it.

“Oh, fuck,” Taehyung whines. “Alpha, please.”

“Shhh, sweetheart,” Seokjin says, fingers against Taehyung’s lips. “You have to be quiet.”

Taehyung nods.

“Come on,” Seokjin urges. He shifts closer to Taehyung, and Taehyung’s eyes roll back at the delicious pressure on his cock. Taehyung rolls his hips, hissing at the shock of sensation. It’s been forever. “Yeah, there you go. You’re so sensitive, hm? Feels good?”

“So good,” Taehyung sighs. “But you said we can’t—”

“I can’t fuck you.” Seokjin strokes his tail once, twice, finally wrapping his hand around the base and using it to steady and guide Taehyung. “But I can get you off.”

“Everyone will know,” Taehyung whines.

“That we can’t keep our hands off each other?” Seokjin brushes his lips against Taehyung’s. “That you’re mine?”

🔞 “I could call in a favor.”

“What kind of favor?” Hoseok doesn’t like this word. Favors come with other words he doesn’t care for, like expectations and complications.

“I can call my team and we can work together.”

“You already work together. That’s what a team does.”

“With you, jackass.” Jimin drags his hands through his hair, looking like he’d maybe rather strangle Hoseok with them.

“What kind of strings are attached to this… favor?” Hoseok is absolutely one to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially when said horse is likely hiding shark teeth that will bite him in the ass.

Jimin’s expression shifts between one breath and the next.

“Mm, strings.” Jimin glances coyly through his lashes. “Like the kind that tie you to my bed?”

Hoseok’s dick twitches in anticipation.

Hoseok’s brain is slightly smarter.

“Forget it,” he says. “I don’t do partnerships.”

“Why not?” Jimin closes the space between them. He walks his fingers up Hoseok’s wet chest, a meandering path that catches the waterdrops clinging to his skin. “You work so well with us in bed. We’d be unstoppable out of it.”

“They’re called ‘boundaries,’ sweetheart,” Hoseok says, wrapping his hand around Jimin’s left wrist, then his right. “And you’re seriously testing mine right now.”

Jimin just smiles as Hoseok pins his hands at the small of his back.

“Baby,” Jimin croons, stepping flush against him. Hoseok’s every breath rubs him against Jimin’s tactical vest. “That’s what safe words are for.”

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a little present for @aflickerofwarmth

prompted by: @soprompt

“Why did you scream like that?”

Yeosang’s gun is heavy in his hand. His heart is still pounding, ears still ringing. The bathroom door hangs drunkenly from its hinges after being kicked open. Yeosang flicks the safety on the gun as he confirms no one is actively dying. Though, San—

“Why did you scream like that?” Yeosang asks.

San looks less than calm and in control, panting softly, vacant gaze reflected in the bathroom mirror. He stares at nothing. Or something only he can see.

“San-ah?” Yeosang edges into the room. “You hearing me, babe?”

“Yeah,” San whispers, his voice rough.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know.” His hands are white-knuckle tight around the edge of the counter. “I felt… something.”

“What kind of something?”

“Like—” San’s right hand flutters toward his left shoulder, then to his throat. “Like I was dying.”

“But you’re okay,” Yeosang says, tucking the gun in the waist of his jeans. “Right?”

“I am.” San swallows hard. “I am.”

“Meaning…” Yeosang steps closer to San, settling his hands on San’s waist. “Someone else isn’t?”

prompted by: https://twitter.com/SxnsxngFest/status/1597642171704020992