#polyam au

[sualne]

modern au relationships chart

#undescribed #secret modern au #seen ppl refer to it as a lulaw modern au and huh. where do i even begin. like youre not wrong but its also a aro kidlaw slow burn and #polyam. someone on yt said luffy harem and buddy.. yea i guess. but like. what even. #barto and co arent included cause theyre no relevant but theyre there in spirit #im so glad ao3 has the tag 'other' #edit: updated the chart

[jjungkookislife]

Envolver Ch. 2

ღ pairing: namseok x f. reader

ღ genre: fwb to lovers, polyam au, smut [18+]

ღ summary: As the Western theme continues at the bar Saturday night, you find yourself just as enthralled by Namjoon and Hoseok.

ღ wc: 3.7k

ღ warnings: alcohol mention/use, flirting, exhibitionism (?) fingering (f. receiving), hair pulling, oral sex (f. and m. giving and receiving), marking (hickeys, bruises, scratches), biting, cum play, rimming, threesome, unprotected sex (vaginal and anal), degradation, praise, creampies, mention of birth control, mention of impreg kink, cum eating, multiple orgasms, double penetration

ღ mdni banner and thin banner by @benkeibear

ღ date: March 3, 2024

Yoongi pressed you against the wall beside the front door of the home he shared with his boyfriends. 

His lips moved with yours in perfect harmony, your soft moans muffled by his tongue as it met yours. Your hands rest on his shoulders, nails digging into them when he bites your bottom lip before pulling away.

“Are you sure you have to go?” He asks one more time as your fingers lace with his. 

“I do. I need to change before tonight, and I have a few errands to run that can’t wait any longer,” you explain. 

Yoongi frowns before sighing heavily. 

“I wish you’d just move in with us,” he pouts. 

You giggle, shaking your head. “We’d never leave the bed, Yoon.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he smirks, dodging the light smack you aimed his way. 

“I’m just saying.”

“I’m just saying,” you mock, sticking your tongue out at him before turning to grab your purse off the coat rack. You make sure your phone and wallet are in there before you kiss Yoongi one more time on the lips. 

“I’ll see you tonight,” you promise as you head out the door with one last wave. 

Hoseok waits for you in his car, ready to drop you off at your apartment.  

You didn’t have any errands to run, but you knew Yoongi and your other companions wouldn’t let you leave otherwise. You didn’t mind it though, not really. 

You liked being around all of them. You had relationships with each of them just as they did with each other. The eight of you toed the line between couple and kinda, sorta, just friends. 

Who were you kidding?

You all were heading to Couple Town but we’re too scared to make the first move. Perhaps if you all sat down and had “The Talk”, you’d feel more at ease but just thinking about it made your tummy flip and not in a good way. 

Hoseok wonders what you’re thinking about so hard in the passenger seat. Your brows are furrowed and your bottom lip is caught between your teeth as you stare blankly at the road ahead. 

“You’re still coming tonight?” He asks as he comes to a full stop at a red light. 

“Of course,” you answer with a smile. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Gonna wear another pair of assless chaps?”

Hoseok cackles, shaking his head as he slowly accelerates when the light turns green. 

“Unfortunately that was a one-time thing but our outfits tonight are just as glamourous… or should I say scandalous?”

“Ooh, then I will definitely be there tonight,” you giggle as you look out the window as the familiar homes of your neighborhood appear. 

Tonight would probably be just as rowdy as the previous night, if not more due to it being Saturday night. 

You better dress to the nines to blow your almost boyfriends away.

Music pounds in your ears the moment you step inside the building. 

Your eyes immediately roam to the bar as you push past the crowd, muttering apologies before curse words. 

Psy spots you and waves you over, giving you a side hug before waving at a server to bring you the usual. 

“Crowded tonight,” you comment as people squeeze by you and you wonder if you’re within the fire code limit. 

“This Western theme is a hit,” Psy nods as he spins around showing you his extravagant getup. This one is a burnt orange with tassels covered in brown glitter that matches his cowboy boots. “Don’t I look marvelous?”

“You do,” you agree with a genuine smile as your drink arrives. 

“I’m thinking of doing Halloween costumes for this year. Maybe have the patrons dress up and have a costume contest. What do you think?” Psy asks, genuinely wanting your input. 

“Would I get to choose the winner?” You pout and Psy rolls his eyes playfully. 

“Of course, who else?” Psy laughs as he raises his drink, clinking it with yours before he’s called away by a staff member. 

You sip your drink at the table Psy occupied and you watch as your men get on the bar. 

Fuck, you knew their outfits would be hot just like yesterday but you weren’t sure where to look. 

Namjoon was clad in a hot pink outfit with the sleeves cut off and a pink cowboy hat on his head. The buckle was sparkly as the lights reflected off it and he shook his ass in those jeans. 

Wow!

Beside him, Hoseok is in a silver outfit with the tassels moving with him. The pants cling to his delicious thighs and he uses his hat to hide his eyes, swinging his hips from side to side as the crowd screams his name. Hoseok chuckles, taking the hat off and pressing it to his chest as he and Namjoon shake their ass to the song. 

You’re not even sure what the song is about as they smile brightly, flexing their arms and shaking their hips as the song nears its end. 

“Got you drooling already, love?” Seokjin asks as he walks up behind you. 

“Uh…” you tear your eyes away from Namjoon long enough to acknowledge Seokjin, who chuckles and has you face the bar. 

Hoseok bows as the song ends and Namjoon hops off the bar to collect the tips while Hoseok makes a few drinks, flirting with a few customers who are eager to place tips in the pocket of his shirt or the back pocket of his pants. 

A little taste for the fans is what he usually says but you don’t care because all those tips are spent on you and your almost boyfriends. 

“Jin!” the server calls from the bar, waving him over to help with the growing crowd of parched customers.

“Duty calls, baby,” Seokjin kisses you hastily as he parts the crowd with his wide shoulders. You nearly drool over them, wishing you could take him to the locker room again.

You fix your skirt, adjusting your cowboy hat right after. Jungkook was beaming from behind the bar when he spotted his hat on your head. 

The seven men get onto the bar as their dance number begins. You’re not sure who to watch, Yoongi draws your attention when he winks but soon, he, Seokjin, Jungkook, and Taehyung face the liquor bottles on the wall while Hoseok, Jimin, and Namjoon face the crowd as they shake their hips and turn so their boyfriends can do the same.

Boots stomp on the bar as they continue to dance and you’re drawn to Namjoon’s pink outfit, nearly drooling at how his arms shine. He must have oiled them in between performances.

Hoseok garners your attention next as he slowly unbuttons his shirt a few buttons, smirking when he stops and the crowd goes “Awwww!”

The song winds down, everyone gets off the bar except Hoseok and Namjoon. Their boots stomp in sync as they hit their ending pose and rip their shirts open.

Buttons fly into the crowd and the men take the scraps of their shirts off, waving them in the air before they bow.

“Thank y’all!” Namjoon grins as he steps off the bar with Hoseok right behind him.

You chug your drink, using the sticky ice to rub on your neck in poor hopes of it cooling you down.

It doesn’t.

“You look like you’re about to cream your panties,” Yoongi chuckles as he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Shut up,” you hiss, elbowing him in the ribs.

“Oh, Darling, I’m hurt,” he places a hand over his chest and you roll your eyes. “But I know I’m right about the panties.”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” you tease.

Yoongi’s gaze darkens as his arm moves to wrap around your waist. He leans in close to whisper in your ear, “Don’t fucking tempt me. I’ll have you bent over this table faster than you can blink.”

You moan, turning into his chest to hide your face.

You feel the rumble of his chest as he laughs. “Aw, poor baby is shy?”

“Shut up,” you whine into his shirt.

“Shut up this, shut up that. You’re acting like a damn brat. Is that how you talk to me?” 

“No,” you pout, thighs pressing together as Yoongi uses his body to cover you from the side as his fingers dip under your skirt, pushing your thong aside.

“Yoongi!” you gasp, hoping nobody is paying attention to the two of you. Yoongi would never allow a stranger to get a glimpse of what’s his.

“Keep being mouthy, baby, and I’ll have you gushing right where you stand,” Yoongi threatened deliciously as he rubs your clit in slow, tantalizing circles before he put his wet fingers in his mouth. 

“Well, fuck,” Seokjin states as he approaches. “Looks like I missed a show.”

“Why don’t you slide your hand under her skirt and find out,” Yoongi smirks as Seokjin laughs. 

“I would, but we’re doing our last number. Bodyguard let too many people in and we have to close for the night.” Seokjin explains with a sigh.

“Fuck, really?” Yoongi asks as he goes to Seokjin, your explicit fun is coming to an unfortunate end.

“Yeah,” Seokjin grunts. “The only reason we can finish is because the Chief’s wife begged him.”

You bust out laughing, shaking your head. “She knows a good show when she sees one.”

“Then let’s give her and the Chief a hell of a show,” Yoongi grins as he leaves with Seokjin on his trail.

You watch from your seat as Psy announces their early closing, nodding with the disappointed shouts. 

“We’ll be back tomorrow night to conclude our Western show! Thanks for coming!” Psy waves and leaves. There’s no need for him to stick around, he knows one of your boyfriends will close up.

As the men take the stage for the last time tonight, you note Hoseok and Namjoon are shirtless. You gape at them as the crowd notices them as well. 

You’re sure Namjoon’s the reason for it. This wasn’t the first time he ripped his shirt off without a backup.

Gyrating, hip thrusting, and every ungodly dance move you can imagine takes place on that sinful bar as the music pumps and the cheers of the drunk, horny crowd fill the building.

It takes almost twenty minutes for the bar to clear out and another forty for your boyfriends to finish cleaning up.

“We’ll catch up with y’all,” Namjoon says as he pours a drink for himself and Hoseok. “Gotta wash these.”

“I’ll help,” you volunteer as the men kiss you goodnight.

“Be a good girl,” Yoongi warns as he kisses your lips. “I’ll turn the cameras off at home.”

“Thank you, baby,” you kiss him one more time before he goes to Namjoon and Hoseok. The three kiss before Yoongi wraps his arm around Jimin to lead him out to the parking lot.

Once they’re gone, you approach Namjoon as he takes his shot. He downs it easily before you kiss him to get a taste.

Hoseok takes Joon’s empty shot glass to wash with his own as your hands roam over Namjoon’s broad, sweaty chest. He’s built like the man of your dreams. So buff, so big, so muscly. It makes you nearly drool all over yourself, which Namjoon seems to enjoy as his tongue weaves with yours.

Soon, you’re placed on the bar with your legs spread open with him slotted in between. 

“Damn, Joon. Leave some for me,” Hoseok teases with a smug smile as he approaches Joon’s right. 

Four hands are on your thighs and two pairs of lips are on you.

“Fuck,” you can’t think straight as Joon’s hands grip your thighs as he opens your legs further. He tugs your thong down, nearly tearing it into pieces as he removes it from your body.

Hoseok works on your shirt, pulling it over your head with your help. He does quick work of your bra, cursing and licking his lips when your tits bounce freely.

It’s not long before Namjoon is buried between your thighs, his tongue flat as he licks your wet folds. He teases your clit with his tongue, gripping your thighs in his massive hands to keep you still as Hoseok kisses you, gently tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth before kissing down your chest to take a tit in his mouth.

Their names escape your lips, body arching as one hand grips a handful of Hoseok’s hair and the other twines in Namjoon’s thick locks.

“Fuck, please,” you’re unsure of what you’re asking for but the pleasure builds inside you like a flame ready to consume every morsel of your body.

It’s Namjoon who helps you off the bar, lifting your jean skirt over your ass. 

“Fuck, look at that ass,” Namjoon murmurs more to himself than Hoseok. 

“Fuck, missed having her riding my cock.” Hoseok comments as he spanks you just to watch your cheek jiggle.

Namjoon groans as Hoseok does it again. He wants to sink his teeth into the flesh and leave his mark as a reminder every time you sit. 

Hoseok goes around the bar, climbing on. He’s nude, his erection resting heavily in his hand as he strokes himself while Namjoon finger fucks your pretty cunt open.

“Fuck my mouth, Hobi,” you plead, nearly drooling over his cock as he places the tip on your lips. 

“You know I can’t deny you, baby girl,” Hoseok groans when your tongue flicks his slit, tasting precum.

Hoseok’s torso glistens with sweat, and you’d gladly lick up every drop. In a different setting, you would kiss every inch of his body until his cock stuffs your mouth.

Namjoon grabs your ass, cursing as he makes it jiggle before his teeth sink into the meaty flesh, just to make you moan around Hoseok’s cock.

Hobi pushes further, his cock heavy on your tongue as he hits the back of your throat. Your eyes widen, filled with tears as you meet his gaze. He knows if it’s too much, you’ll tap his hand and he’ll immediately remove his thick cock from your pretty pouty lips.

This wasn’t your first threesome, much less your first time with them. You loved the thrill of being with them, getting eaten out, fucked, stuffed full of cum to show Yoongi when you crawled in his bed, just for him to fuck his cum inside you, eating you out after just to fuck you full of him again.

The moan that escapes you is obscene. You’re almost embarrassed but it spurs Namjoon on as he spreads your cheeks, his tongue circling your asshole as you melt on the bar.

Fuck, your mind is empty. 

All that matters is Namjoon’s tongue fucking your asshole while your pussy drips down your thighs and Hoseok fucks your mouth until you’re hoarse.

You gag, choking on his cock as he hits the back of your throat. You remind yourself to breathe through your nose as Hobi grabs a handful of your hair, his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly as you choke on it. You hold on as long as possible before he’s pulling out and you gasp loudly, cumming in response.

“Shit,” Namjoon chuckles. “She fucking came on my face.”

You’re too aroused to be embarrassed as Hoseok grabs you by the hair to kiss you. Namjoon strokes his long, thick cock in one hand before he lines it up at your cunt and pushes in. You gasp, allowing Hoseok to slip his tongue past your lips to deepen the kiss.

You’re on Cloud 9.

You’re not surprised your trip to the bar has ended like this, and you’re not ashamed to admit this isn’t the first or last time you’ll be bent over this bar, fucked until your legs shake.

“Oh fuck!” you exclaim when Namjoon slides home. “So fucking big.”

Namjoon doesn’t need the ego boost, but it makes his length twitch. He aims to please, he knows how to pleasure his partners. He’s experienced beyond belief and he’s willing to prove it with each gyration of his hips.

Namjoon grips your hips tighter, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he fucks you like an animal. He’s rough, groaning and moaning your name as he fucks you full of his fat cock. You nearly fall apart when Hoseok rubs your clit while marking your skin as his.

Pleasure courses through your veins, nearly overwhelming as Namjoon continues the rough thrust of his hips. You feel like you’re being split open in the best way possible as you scream Namjoon’s name repeatedly, creaming his cock as your orgasm hits.

“Fuck, you’re just a little cock-hungry slut for us, huh?” Namjoon smiles as he fucks you through your orgasm and into the next. You milk his cock, making him curse before he cums deep inside your hungry cum-hungry walls.

The fact that you weren’t pregnant yet was thanks to your kryptonite-like birth control, otherwise, you’d be fulfilling Jimin and Seokjin’s impreg kink.

Namjoon grabs your chin as you look at him over your shoulder, kissing you deeply. You nearly cum again as he pulls out of you.

Hoseok isn’t one to waste.

After all, waste none, want none, right?

Hoseok is on his knees before either of you can blink. His tongue slides easily into your cum-filled hole, sucking and slurping as heat rushes to your cheeks. 

When Hoseok is done eating you out, he moves to Namjoon. He takes Joon’s cock into his mouth, licking him clean before he rises to his feet.

“Come,” Hoseok takes your hand as he leads you to the couch in the locker room.

Hoseok wastes no time in kissing you, he has you on his lap in an instant.

Namjoon joins in, cock at half-mast as he watches eagerly.

“Ride my cock like the little slut we know you are. Can’t fucking get enough of our cocks, baby girl? Gotta have all seven of us? What a greedy little bitch,” Hoseok says with a hooded gaze.

His words send a tingle down your spine as you nod. There were no lies in his statement.

None at all.

Namjoon shakes his head with a warm smile. 

You straddle Hoseok's hips, lining up his cock at your entrance. Your hands grip his shoulders as you sink onto it. Your mouth drops open as he fills you to the brim just like Namjoon had.

“Hobi,” your voice is hoarse as you bounce on his dick. Namjoon watches intently as Hoseok’s hands grab hold of your ass.

Namjoon gets close, kissing Hoseok as you bounce that sweet ass on his lap. Hoseok is a sucker for you and will do anything you ask at a moment’s notice. All his boyfriends would. You’re their queen.

“Shit, ride my cock just like that. You love being a little whore, don’t ya? Yoongi warned us but we didn’t listen. Just a cock-hungry hoe for us.” Hoseok’s words make you clench around him, body hot like a furnace as you slam your lips on his and then Joon’s.

Your cunt throbs with pleasure, tits bouncing as you seek your next orgasm, screaming Hoseok’s name as you cream his fucking cock like the good little whore you are.

“Shit! Shit!” Hoseok gasps as he cums deep inside you, hips lifting off the couch as he shudders with the last of his orgasm.

You collapse on Hoseok, kissing him as you clench around him, milking him for all he’s worth. Hoseok whines, cursing when you rock your hips a few more times.

Namjoon chuckles as he helps you off Hoseok’s lap.

“Come here, baby,” he instructs as he pulls you toward him. He kisses you sweetly, his hands on your thighs, fingers bruising your sensitive skin.

Hoseok tosses him a bottle of lube and Namjoon squirts a generous amount on his fingers. His thumb breaches your ass first, making you cry out. It’s all for show though, you love having every hole fucked and stuffed, which is why Namjoon pays you no mind as he continues. 

“Hush, baby,” Namjoon instructs as he fucks your ass with his thumb before adding more lube and a second finger. You mewl, melting into him as he adds a third finger minutes later.

“Joon!” you whine as you feel the fat head of his cock at your opening. Namjoon is careful as he slides his lubed-up cock into your ass, gripping your hips tight as his head lolls back from the pleasure of your warm hole.

Hoseok kisses you as a distraction, his soft lips moving in sync with yours. 

Namjoon pulls you on top of him, your back pressed to his chest as Hoseok lines himself up at your wet cunt. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re always so fucking wet for us,” Hoseok groans, eyes fluttering shut as he feels the warmth of your soaking wet cunt.

“That’s it, baby. Take our cocks like the good girl you are,” Namjoon grunts as he thrusts upward. 

Both holes are stuffed full and Hoseok takes a pert nipple between his teeth, tugging just to make you scream for him.

Pleasure courses throughout your body as your spine tingles and your body quakes with each delicious thrust from both men. Euphoria engulfs you as you cream Hoseok’s cock while clenching around Namjoon’s.

“Shit!” Hoseok cries out, your warm wet cunt bringing him to orgasm. He pants, moaning your name into your neck as he comes undone inside your soaking wet pussy.

Namjoon isn’t too far behind. He curses, cock twitching as he fills your ass with his cum. He’s stuffed both holes generously tonight.

He’s out of breath as he pulls out of you.

Hoseok is a greedy bitch as he flips you onto your stomach, his tongue in your ass as he licks you clean.

Namjoon laughs as he grabs a handful of Hoseok’s hair. “Looks like the cum-hungry slut is you, huh?”

Hoseok moans in response, licking his lips before Namjoon kisses him, tasting himself on Hoseok’s tongue.

It takes ten minutes for all of you to regain your breath and your clothing.

“Let’s go cuddle at home,” Namjoon says before yawning.

“Please,” Hoseok states as he laces his fingers with yours. “Sleep with us, baby girl.”

“I will,” you assure them as your sleepy selves walk out of the bar toward Joon’s car after locking up. He drives the three of you home safely, leading you to the shower in his room where the three of you make out before climbing into bed to cuddle.

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#bts smut #namjoon smut #hoseok smut #namseok smut #namjoon x reader insert #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #hoseok x reader insert #hoseok x you #hoseok x reader #hoseok x namjoon x reader #bts polyam x reader #bts polyam au #namseok x reader

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

had a human au thought of Barnaby and Wally. idk doing their taxes or going through bills together since they share a house & Barnaby going "hey we could get married for tax benefits and health insurance. wait no what if i want to marry Howdy someday? it's illegal to be married to two people." Wally goes "we could get divorced" and Barnaby gets legitimately sad like:

#wally: uhhhhhh. um. i think i left the oven running #barnaby: YOU DONT BAKE- GET BACK HERE AND ANSWER THE QUESTION #in human au barnaby's ideal world he can marry both his platonic life-partner And the love of his life #but the american government says No smh #my heart goes out to polyams everywhere #fuckkkkk getting unwell about this aus barnaby and wally again everyone #like i have so many different little plot lines and mini aus for the au #like what if there was a covid arc? #in my mind lockdown happens while wally is Elsewhere #so he cant exactly get back home! and obviously no one is happy about that but wally is dealing well enough #but barnaby's like 🥺 my lil buddys out there all on his own and im alone here so im gonna call him every day #(also i like to think that howdy spends lockdown w/ barn or vice-versa but this aint about that) #wally: vibing #barnaby: a bit of a wreck #absolutely unprompted #wh modern human au #but then also Angsty Thoughts of yo when they all get old uhhh who dies first #and In My Mind! they both die within a few days of each other #maybe barnaby goes first and wally just. pines away. broken heart syndrome babey! #also having soft thoughts of them when they first became friends #barnaby taking him to the farm and introducing him to the animals <3 #wally trying to help out with morning chores after a sleepover <3 #ms. beagle absolutely adoring wally and always having his favorite snacks In Stock for whenever he comes by <3 #that one time barnaby broke somebody's jaw for going a little too far w/ insulting wally & almost got expelled <3 #mannn they're so! honestly goals #oh and later on when they have their own place wally having his own lil art studio #and barnaby continuing to be his go-to muse <3 #wally probably has so much fuckign art of barnaby lmao #OHHHHH AND THE CAR CRASH ARCCCCC DONT EVEN GET ME FUCKIGN STARTED #EMOTIONS CENTRAL THAT IS

[dicediceking]

The PolyLights Dancing

I was practicing dance poses and just wanted to draw them

#object show community #object shows #osc #inanimate insanity #human au #human version #humanization #ii humanized #ii lightbulb #ii paintbrush #ii test tube #ii fan #poly brightlights #polyam brightlights #ii lightbrush #fantube #fanbulb #testbrush #fanbrush #testbulb #lightbrush #ii fantube #ii fanbulb #ii testbrush #ii fanbrush #ii testbulb

[atlasthemayor]

Okay, so this may seem RANDOM random But the gist of it is I'm making an AU in which the frogs adopt the evil mastermind of a 10 year old that is Max (main character from a webshow called Camp Camp) I'll be making a post explaining their whole situation more in depth later on, but for now have a gag comic that wouldn't leave my brain once I thought of the idea months ago

(Joke explanation under read more in case you don't get it)

For ages, ''Poindexter'' has been used as another word for ''Nerd'' in tons of different media

#omgcp #fanart #atlas art #dex #camp camp #cc max #check please #omgcp fanart #polyfrogs #chowder #chris chow #william poindexter #cc fanart #3FAD #crossover #crossover au #polyam

[lustringcharlieau]

what's going on between this hell royalty? (eve jumpscare)

#artists on tumblr #digital art #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rewrite #hazbin hotel redesign #hazbin hotel critical #lucifer magne #lucifer morningstar #lilith magne #lilith morningstar #eve hazbin hotel #fandesign #polyam #lust ring charlie au #yes eve's design has a reference

[btschooseafic]

BTS-Hybrid au on Tumblr

organizing! I will try and tag all of the hybrid fics I reblog, but I wanted to specially note the fics I might want to re-read, or ongoing fics I want to keep track of

edited 02/11/2023

*completed*

Fix You by casuallyimagining

hybrid!yoongi x reader

reader takes in a stray cat who turns out to be yoongi. also available on ao3!

sequel, Home by casuallyimagining

hybrid!yoongi x human!reader, hybrid!namjoon x hybrid!hoseok, hybrid!jin x hybrid!jungkook

yoongi continues to heal from his past and develop his relationship with you, when he runs into his old pack. also available on ao3!

Somewhere I Can Breathe by myplaceforstories

hybrid!reader x taehyung, ot7 friendship

you go to the country, hoping it will be easier than living as a stray hybrid in the city.

The Little Fox by purpleyoonn

hybrid!reader x ot7, ot7 x ot7, a/b/o dynamics, trauma recovery, lowkey soulmate au

you run away from the bidding house where you were abused, and are taken in by a pack. also available on ao3!

Escape by amazedforjjk

hybrid!reader x hybrid!bts

you and seven other predator hybrid escape the truck that was taking you to your execution

Calico by mygsii

jimin x reader, jungkook x reader

after an incident, you end up taking in cat hybrid jimin. only problem is, you don’t know how to take care of him.

The Treasure Box by worldofblade

hybrid!jimin x human! reader, lowkey soulmate au, co-workers au

when you see everyone treating your new coworker jimin badly just because he’s a raven hybrid, you decide to befriend him

Mother Nature by alternateafterthought

tiger hybrid! hoseok x lioness hybrid! reader, heat, smut, college au

you ask your friend hoseok to help you out during your heat

Inheritance by jincherie

hybrid!yoongi x reader

your grandmother passes away and leaves everything to you, including her cat hybrid. also available on ao3!

Hybrid Games by moviefreaklover

ot7 x reader

you, a famous game designer, adopt seven hybrids

Choco Bun by nunchiimagines

ot7 x reader, kind of coworkers/office romance au, kind of cafe au

you are a rabbit hybrid who opens up a cafe under BTS Corp. no one expects the seven CEO dragon hybrids to take an interest in you

Outro: Love Is Not Over by kiirokero

hybrid!hoseok x human! reader, single parent au, teacher au

you are the single parent of a golden retriever hybrid, yunho. hoseok is his teacher.

Dance To This by hollyhomburg

ot7 x reader, polyam, first part finished, second part ongoing

you are blind and adopt jin to help assist you.

Sugary Sweet by hollyhomburg

hybrid!reader x hybrid!taehyung x hybrid!yoongi x human!namjoon

namjoon is a writer and moves out into the country cause of anxiety

Shelter of Hope by daydream-hobii

ot7 x reader

you and your husband namjoon run a hybrid shelter

A Place Called Home by agustdakasuga

ot7 x reader

you are a vet who tries your best to save hybrids. this extends to your personal life, and the many hybrids you’ve brought home with you

To Build A Home by euphoricfilter

ot7 x reader, 9 tailed fox reader, smut/implied smut

you and jin need to find an owner or a pack before the government takes you.

The Sanctuary series by writersrealmbts [7 parts completed]

Part 1, Safe with Me, seokjin x reader

Also on ao3!

Pack Trials series by writersrealmbts

werewolf au, hybrid au, choose your own adventure (choose which member), other groups available

also on ao3!

*ongoing*

Enchanted To Meet You by ditttiii

hybrid!ot7 x human!reader, soulmate au, idolverse

BTS has supposedly gone on hiatus. Secretly, they are shapeshifters searching for their soulmate--you. also available on ao3!

Eunoia by wishesunderthestars

hybrid!ot7 x human!reader, ot7 x ot7

you are a world famous director who suddenly keeps running into hybrids in need.

Abundance by angelicyoongie

hybrid!ot7 x human!reader, ot7 x ot7

you adopt three different packs of hybrids... who don’t get along. also available on ao3!

Peculiar Pack by daydreamindollie

hybrid!bts x human!reader

you are a hybrid psychologist who finds a hybrid stealing from your garden one night, and decides to take in him and his pack

Sly like a... by youarejesting

hybrid!ot7 x reader

you take in seven hybrid as part of a government experiment. also available on ao3!

Gossamer by aroseforyoongi

hybrid!taehyung x human!reader, dark themes, smut, human experimentation

you are a scientist. your job is to take care of the new hybrid in your lab.

Wabi-sabi by flurrys-creativity

human!taehyung x hybrid!reader

taehyung adopts a blind hybrid.

Sehnsucht by 20moonchild21

hybrid!bts x human! oc

Hope is a newly appointed lawyer who takes in an injured hybrid she finds on the streets.

Stubborn Hugs by eternal-mikrokosmos

hybrid!namjoon x reader, ot7 x ot7, ot7 x reader, smut, mystery

you bring home a koala and bunny hybrid. unfortunately, you and the koala hybrid have some history together. also available on ao3!

Perihelion by jincherie [hiatus]

hoseok x reader, roommates au, college au

you and hoseok accidentally become roommates. neither of you are very happy about it

90 Days by ttaehyungtrashh [hiatus?]

ot7 x reader

you are a cafe owner who has befriended jimin, who lives on the streets. when winter comes, you ask jimin and his pack if they want to come stay with you. despite his reservations, namjoon says yes.

restitution by cloudteawrites

ot7 x reader

you find out that an uncle you never knew existed was the head of a famous law firm. now that your uncle has passed away, he’s left you everything, including seven hybrids he had only recently adopted. also available on ao3!

Home Calls the Heart by anonnie-in-wonderland

ot7 x reader, grief, magic

both you and the boys are grieving when Taehyung brings you home to his pack.

#bts fanfic #bts fanfic recs #bts x reader #ot7 x reader #hybrid au #completed #ongoing #polyam

[geralts-yenn]

A very merry birthday

Modern AU Melot (Tristan & Isolde) x OFC Nina x Mike (Hellraiser)

summary: The boys are celebrating Christmas and, more importantly, Nina's birthday

warnings: 18+, minors DNI! Polyamory, non-monogamous bisexual relationship, vaginal fingering, oral (f & m receiving), sex toys, tiny hint of food play, facial, DVP, tooth rotting fluff

word count: 4,4k

A/N: @raccoon-eyed-rebel the happiest of birthdays to you, my wonderful rodent bestie!

I will send you more messages telling you how incredibly happy I am to have you in my life, but right now, I will stop talking because I know you can't wait to read this.

I hope you enjoy your presents - Love you 😘

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“Morning, sunshine!” Mel was slowly kissing down your throat as soon as he saw you blinking. On the other side of the bed, Mike’s curly head appeared, and he was clutching to you like a koala the next moment. 

“Happy birthday, babe” he told you, his head already buried in your cleavage. 

You laughed, not exactly surprised by the attack of your two boyfriends. They were always touchy, so you expected no less from them on your birthday. 

In no time, they had you not only naked, but also quivering in anticipation as they both moved their mouths way too slowly down your body. Mike was still paying attention to your chest, nothing to complain about to be honest, while Mel was already nipping and biting on the tender skin over your hip bone. Under wet kisses he resumed his trail that finally brought his mouth to your pussy. As his tongue lapped through your wet folds, he let out a content growl. 

“Come here, Mikey, she’s already dripping!” he purred before he pressed his flattened tongue on your clit again. Mike didn’t need to be told twice. He bit down one last time on your nipple, making you scream, and then pushed Mel to the side so he could taste you, too. 

Mike’s tongue swirled around your swollen pearl eagerly, while you felt Mel’s fingers carefully circling your entrance. The coarse stubble on Mel’s jaw scratched over the delicate skin of your thigh as he started to suck little love bites on it. 

They had learned to play you like a fiddle, taking turns with their mouths on your clit, on your inner thighs and their fingers pumping into you. You were a total mess, breathing heavily as you expected your climax to rush through your body any moment, when suddenly there was no mouth left between your legs, and you only felt fingers plunging into you lazily.

As you raised your head, you couldn’t help but laugh, seeing Mel and Mike both totally lost in the deep kiss they shared. You grabbed a pillow and smacked them with it.

“Hey, idiots, it’s my birthday, don’t you forget to make me cum, please?” They chuckled as they stopped kissing, both showing you a cocky grin. 

“Babe, I’m pretty sure you’ll be content with the amount of orgasms at the end of this day,” Mel told you, mischief in his voice. Mike’s laugh that accompanied Mel’s words told you that they had made plans for you today. 

They were both starting to kiss along your thighs again, but you were impatient by now.

“You know, there’s two dicks in this bed and none of them is in my pussy. Can we please change this situation?” you all but whined. 

“Nope!” Mike exclaimed, flicking his tongue over your clit as to make a point. He sucked it between his lips while Mel continued his sentence: “No dick for you. Not yet. But we’ll make up for it.” 

And they did! They were determined to fuck you to the moon and back on their fingers and tongues, making you cum not only once but three times before you had to stop them. 

“Okay, okay, guys, you won. I can’t take any more,” you shouted, pulling on their hair to bring their faces up to yours. You shared deep kisses with both of them before you sank back onto the bed, one of your boys in each arm.

When you got out of the shower, the whole apartment was filled with the scent of pancakes and coffee. Mike was standing at the stove in nothing but his boxers and an apron. Mel sat at the table, smiling at you with so much love, your heart was just about to burst. You sat down, and the next moment Mike was behind you, placing a ridiculously big pile of pancakes onto your plate. He took the syrup and flooded your pancake tower with it. But, as was to be expected, it was Mike after all, he didn’t stop there, but poured it also over your chest, just above the towel you had wrapped around you.

“Mike! I just came out of the shower, you can’t make a mess of me again!” you laughed and Mel added: “And don’t you remember your own words? Don’t overdo things for food play!” Mike just shrugged with a silly smile on his face and lapped the syrup from your skin. 

After you had finished your breakfast with definitely way too much pancakes, Mike got up and took two presents from under the Christmas tree. He put them down in front of you with a big smile. “Happy birthday, sweetcheeks.” Mel pressed a kiss onto your cheek. “From both of us,” he added. 

You eyed the presents that were unmistakably wrapped by the boys, so much you could tell. One was only a small box, the other one a huge, formless mass that covered most of the dining table. “Which one is from whom?” you asked, just out of curiosity, but the boys shook their heads. 

“We bought them both together. For whenever we can't be with you and you feel lonely.” Mel and Mike shared a mischievous glance that you didn't miss. Now you were even more curious.

You started with the giant present, carefully undoing the tape, trying to save the cute wrapping paper with tiny cats printed on it. 

When you lifted the paper and saw what was underneath it, you squeaked. You grabbed the giant platypus plushie and hugged both your arms around it. “Ah, I love him,” you said. Mel and Mike both chuckled as they watched you. It took you a minute of jumping in joy with the plushie in your arm, planting kisses on Mel's and Mike's cheeks until you were back at the table, your eyes and hands on the second present. 

“You better not spent money on expensive jewelry,” you blurted out, only to see Mel blushing a little. But then you unwrapped the present and sniggered. You couldn't have been more wrong. The box you held in your hands showed a bright pink bullet vibrator. 

“It's app controlled,” Mikey said with a smug smile on his face. “The only one we found that can be controlled by multiple users at the same time.” 

You laughed as you opened the box. “Of course it is.” 

Mel's smile was just as broad as Mikey’s. “And we’ve already charged it.”

The boys and you had decided to unwrap your Christmas presents in the evening, when your family was joining you for dinner. Also, Mel and Mikey insisted that you weren't allowed to help them prepare the food, so you spent your day snuggled up to your new friend Pablo with a book in your hand. It was a calm and uneventful day that was only interrupted from time to time when the bullet vibrator in your pussy started to buzz, accompanied by laughter coming from the kitchen. 

At one point, you couldn't stand it any more. You got up from your comfy spot, your birthday present still pulsating in you, and pushed the half closed door to the kitchen open.

Maybe you should have been prepared for more teasing, though this time you really couldn’t blame them as they were not even noticing your presence. With your mouth hanging open, you watched Mike pressing Mel against the wall. He pinned his boyfriend’s arms above their heads. Mel answered with a growl and then they both shared a hot kiss.

A hitched breath later you were able to speak: “Really, guys, you’re riling me up to a point where I will snap. You have to give me a little something.”  Mikey’s lips never left Mel, but his hand guided you to join them. You moved forward and when you were standing next to them, Mike finally pulled away from Mel’s mouth and pressed his soft lips against yours instead. 

Mel cocked his head while he watched you. Then his eyes fell on the clock of the oven. “We’ve got fifteen minutes,” he told you. Within no time, the three of you had made it into the bedroom, hands and mouths exploring whatever bit of skin they could find. But when your hand tried to sneak into Mel’s pants, he tsk-tsked you and pulled your hand up to his chest again.

“Really? Still no dicks allowed? Come on, guys! That’s no fun. Let me at least give you some head.” You don’t think you had ever begged for a blow job, but there you were, kneeling between your boyfriends, pouting, trying to imitate their puppy eyes. And it seemed to work!

Mel and Mike shared looks that couldn’t hide how much they liked the idea of your mouth around their cocks. 

They both dropped their sweatpants within seconds, a broad smile on their faces. That smiles faded when your tongue darted out to lick over the tip of their cocks. When you looked up at them, you saw Mike biting his lower lip, while Mel’s face changed into an almost pained expression. Your hands and mouth started to work on their cocks, making it all sloppy, like they loved it. You watched them kiss while you tried your best to fit your lips around both their swollen heads. The toy continued to vibrate inside you relentlessly, making you moan desperately around their cocks.

Soon you felt, you heard, that they were close. Mel pulled out of your mouth so you were free to take Mike’s dick all down your throat. Instead, Mel fisted himself, his eyes full of lust as he watched you swallowing Mike’s cock. “Damn, baby, you’re beautiful!” he breathed and, almost coming out as a whimper, he warned you to close your eyes.

You had only a second to react before Mel’s cum hit your face, dripping over your cheeks and the lips stretched around Mike. And the sight of you must have taken Mike over the edge, too, because he exploded down your throat the very next moment. When he pulled out of your mouth, his thumb brushed over your cum-soiled face. “Fuck, babe, look at you!”

After they had cleaned your face and another orgasm on their tongues later, they finally stopped teasing you. They got back to cooking while you started to prepare the dining table. Placing plates and glasses for eight people wasn’t easy on the small table and with eight chairs, the room was more than crowded. This whole apartment wasn’t exactly made to host that many guests, but you’d live. It might be cozy, you thought as you lit the candles. 

Perfectly timed, all of you had changed into more festive clothing (which meant ‘beautiful dress’ for you and apparently ‘ridiculous x-mas sweater’ for the boys) when the bell rang for the first time. It was your parents, holding out presents and a bottle of wine for you to take. Mel and Mike were both acting like the perfect gentlemen, taking their coats while your parents were sharing hugs and congratulations with you.

The bell rang another time and with Isa, Tristan and Mel’s mom Catherine, your round was complete now. Isa pulled you in her arms as if she wanted to crush you, showering you with birthday wishes. In the corner of your eyes, you watched as Catherine pulled Mel close to her, handing him a small present and them sharing a loving look with each other. You were glad that Mel had Catherine, she was wonderful, he couldn’t have found a better foster family. The thought brought you back to Mike, and you searched for him, a little concerned. With relief, you saw how Tristan was talking to him, and whatever he had said, it made Mike laugh. He’d be okay.

The boys had outdone themselves with dinner, you knew they weren’t exactly helpless in the kitchen, but they honestly impressed you with the meal they had prepared.

Even your dad didn’t complain about the lack of meat, you noticed, as he served himself a third round of garlic mashed potatoes with mushroom gravy.

After dinner, you moved to the living room and everyone started exchanging presents. You were occupied for quite some time with birthday and Christmas presents to be opened. When you finally made it to the last one, you smiled at the pile of presents in front of you. They really knew you well, you thought, as you admired all the wonderful things you got. There was hand-dyed yarn for your crochet and knitting projects, a book you had been eying for a while already, and annual tickets to the zoo for all three of you.

You let your eyes wander through the room, it was pure bliss to see how everyone seemed to be just so happy. Mel and your Dad were standing in the corner at Mel’s record player, scanning through his collection that got some new additions today.  Mike was already working with his new artist pencils.

Your mom sat down beside him, curiously peering over his shoulder. “You’re talented, Mike. This is beautiful.” Mike thanked her, giving her a small smile, before his eyes met yours for a second and you saw them lighting up. Then he went back to drawing. Your mom continued chatting with him and you watched them, happy that your parents were comfortable with both your boyfriends. But then your mom changed to the topic that you had dreaded the whole evening. You should have given her a head start not to mention it. 

“So, where are your parents today, Michael, aren’t they going to see you?” Mike’s smile froze to a grimace. You saw him swallow before he answered.

“They are staying with my brother.” You already saw your mom open her mouth for a follow-up question when Catherine sat down beside her. She was quick to engage your mom in a conversation, saving Mike. You gave her a thankful look and crouched down next to Mike, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing a gentle kiss on his neck.

Isa and Tristan were the last ones to leave. And while Tristan was still in the kitchen with the boys who had already started to take care of the dishes, Isa was with you in the hallway. 

“It was a wonderful evening, Nina! It’s so good to see you three so happy. I mean, just look at you, you are glowing! I’m pretty sure they took good care of you already today, huh?” She laughed at your reddening face. “I knew it! Guess they are not done with you yet.” She raised her voice: “Tristan, come on, let’s leave those three alone now. They still have some plans for today!” You smacked Isa on her arm, making her laugh only more. Tristan, Mel and Mikey all appeared next to you, and the mischievous smirks on their faces told you they were talking about the same thing.

You sent Tristan and Isa home with hugs and thank you’s. And as soon as they had left, Mel and Mike dragged you to the bedroom. “So you DO have some more plans today, don’t you?” you laughed. 

“We absolutely do!” Mike grinned at Mel, who already had his hand on the zipper of your dress. “If you’re not too tired, that is,” he added. How could they be so incredibly sweet? You had no idea how you deserved them. 

“How could I be tired after you didn’t let me help you all day? Wait, so this was your plan all along.” All three of you chuckled. Would you be mad at them that they let you rest only to be able to fuck you to oblivion? Surely not. That was a double win, wasn’t it?

Mel had already thrown your dress into a corner of the room. You were happy that you were finally able to take off those ugly sweaters from both of them and send them the same way. The naked chests now hovering over your sides were so much better to look at. Very unusual for Mike, he didn’t immediately get rid of your bra. Instead, he moved back a little to be able to fully take you in. So the unholy amount of money you had spent on that lingerie was actually worth it this time. 

“Damn, babe, your tits look fabulous in this.” Mike brushed his fingers slowly over the delicate fabric. Something that you absolutely weren’t used from him. “I mean, your tits are always fabulous. But I have to honor the packaging today.” Mel leaned down and hummed in your ear. “He’s right! You are gorgeous.” He nipped at your earlobe, making you squirm. “Nevertheless, it has to go now.” Mike unclasped your bra with one swift motion, while Mel moved down on you to pull your panties down your thighs. They stayed in their favorite positions, Mikey sucking on one of your nipples while grabbing your other boob, Mel spreading kisses along your thigh until he was hovering over your throbbing pussy. 

When Mel’s tongue flicked over your clit, you moaned and Mel hummed appreciatively in response. His mouth pressed against you, he continued his task to make you cum on his face. There were fingers circling around your entrance. You had no idea whose hand it was, and you really didn’t care. All you could care for was how those fingers slipped inside of you and teased you at all the right spots. You looked down on two pairs of eyes, watching through thick eyelashes how you slowly lost your mind. Another hand on your pussy, more fingers pumping into you, made you a quivering mess. Not able to form a straight thought anymore, you were just moaning, cursing and screaming, your whole body tense, ready to snap. A perfect timed flick of a tongue over your pearl brought you over the edge. With trembling legs, you lay there and smiled at your boyfriends.

“I think she should be ready now,” Mike said with a cocky grin on his face. Mel shook his head, sporting a smirk just as smug. “I don’t know. I think we’ll drag out another one from her, just to be sure.” With his tongue darting out to your oversensitive clit again, he was showing you what he’d meant. 

“What are you jerks talking about?” You could hardly breathe as the boys showed no mercy with you. They refused to answer you until their fingers had brought you to another climax. After that, Mike pressed little kisses all over your body until he stopped at your ear, whispering: “You will finally get some dick. Two dicks, to be precise.”

Mel and Mike both stepped out of their pants and underwear. Mike leaned against the headboard, stroking his cock. “Come here, baby!” he told you. You wanted to straddle him, but Mike guided you to turn around, resting your back against his chest. Slowly, you sank down on his cock. Your pussy was so sensitive by now that this alone already was enough to roll your eyes in pleasure. He felt so good, spreading you open. When Mike was buried to the hilt in you, Mel crawled between your widespread legs, his leaking cock in his fist. He bent down, pressing a fierce kiss on your lips, then repeating the same hot kiss with Mike. He aligned himself at your already filled hole and slowly pressed himself into you, inch by inch.

“Fuck!” both men exclaimed in unison. You weren’t able to form any word, so you were just whimpering desperately. Mike moved his hands from your thighs to your breasts. You felt his chest heaving rapidly. Mel finally bottomed out and for a second there was no movement or sound. Then Mel gave you a crooked grin, said, “Happy Birthday, princess!” and started to fuck you. 

Mike cursed and then started pushing his hips up to you, too. There were two cocks thrusting into you, making you feel sensations that you hadn’t known before. The boys were seemingly just as overwhelmed as you. As Mel moved, Mike was holding back and the other way around. “Fuck, this feels pretty amazing!” Mel shouted and Mike agreed. “So fucking hot!” 

All three of you were reduced to panting, moaning, screaming and sharing sloppy kisses with each other. After some time that both of them kept a slow rhythm, Mel cursed and then started to rut into you mercilessly.

But Mike was the first who couldn’t hold back anymore. He increased his own pace, and with a barrage of curses, he spilled his load into you. His grip on your boobs became so tight that he’d probably leave bruises. 

You were following him soon after, tears rolling down your cheeks as your orgasm washed over you. While you collapsed on Mikey’s chest, Mel kept thrusting into your fluttering walls. He was clutching your shoulders, his gasps brushing along your neck until he finally found his own climax. Mike held him as his legs and arms didn’t support him any longer. None of you were able or willing to speak or move. You just lay on top of each other and gasped for air. 

It was minutes later when Mel rolled to the side. You protested as soon as the comforting weight of him had left you. But he immediately pulled you back into his arms so that you were trapped between his and Mikey’s body, just the way you loved it. Mel brushed a streak of hair from your face and kissed you softly. “Are you okay?” he asked. You nodded, your mouth forming to a smile. “You really ruined me today, but damn was it good.” Mel and Mike both chuckled.

“And you, felt good?” Mel checked on Mike, too. You had to turn your head because you just knew the smile spread over Mikey’s face must be worth seeing, and you were right. He looked just like the most adorable little happy puppy ever.

“This must have been the best fucking thing I ever felt.”

You spent a long time cuddling with the boys, interrupted only by the inevitable bathroom break. With a sigh, you slipped back under the covers to them. Your head resting on Mikey’s chest, Mel spooning you from behind, your eyes fell onto the gift box that lay on the floor next to Mel’s pants. 

“Hey Mel, you haven't opened the gift from your mom yet.” You had totally forgotten to ask him about it earlier.

Mel’s head shot up. “Oh, right, that one!” He seemed to be flustered, making you even more curious. “No, that's actually for the both of you. My mom just kept it for me.”

 Mike seemed to pick up on Mel’s agitation, too, tilting his head as he watched his boyfriend. Mel got up and seized the small box from the floor. “Well, that's not how I’ve planned this, we all lying around naked.” He shook his head laughing.  “But I guess that's just how we do such things.” Mel knelt between Mike and you and held the box out for you to take.

Mike and you looked at each other, both puzzled. You were definitely not expecting another present, and neither was Mikey. 

You had opened so many gifts already today, so you asked Mikey to open this one. Mike took it and shredded the beautiful teal wrapping paper with the little silver stars to tiny pieces. When your look fell onto the navy velvet box, both Mike and you stared at Mel in surprise. Mel’s ears reddened, but he gave you a shy smile and nodded for you to open it. Mike and you both placed a hand each on the lid and opened it at the same time. While you squeaked, Mike let out a stunned huff.

“Mel!” Mikey and you shouted his name in unison. But while you couldn’t say anything else, Mike kept talking. “You can’t be serious? This is gorgeous.” 

Mel inhaled deeply and then took out the first ring. The one with the sun. He took your hand in his and slipped the ring on your finger. Then he bent forward and kissed you.

The one with tiny blue stars he took out next. With his free hand, he cupped Mikey’s cheek. You noticed Mikey clearly fighting with tears as Mel kissed him. When Mel pulled back, he took Mikey’s hand and fitted the ring on his digit. 

You held the box still in your hands with one last ring in it, showing a moon. With an incredible feeling of love filling your chest, you watched Mel for a long moment. Then Mike laced his fingers with yours. Together, you took the last ring and put it on Mel's finger.

Now both Mikey and you couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. They were streaming down your faces as you took Mel into your arms, sharing kisses and loving words. 

It took you a while to find your voice again to speak. “Oh, Mel. They are so beautiful. Thank you.” You looked down lovingly at the three hands holding onto each other, one ring on each of them. 

Suddenly, Mikey’s hand shot up to his mouth. “Wait, is this a proposal or something like that? - I mean, it’s not possible… but..” There were so many emotions flashing over his face.

Mel’s eyes got wide. “ No, …uhm, …or.. maybe? I mean… I know I really want to spend my life with you guys.” Your heart was almost bursting in your chest as you heard him speaking. He was right. You wanted nothing more than this.

“That's what I want too.” you whispered, taking one of their hands in each of yours. 

Now Mel’s and your eyes were on Mikey. He was shaking his head, making you panic for a tiny moment, until you saw the love in his eyes. “ I can't imagine a life without you two, either.” 

Mel pulled Mikey and you into his arms and pressed kisses onto your cheeks. “Then let’s say these rings are a promise.”

#mike (hellraiser) #mike (hellraiser) fanfiction #mike (hellraiser) x ofc x melot (Tristan& Isolde AU) #melot fanfic #melot fanfiction #polyamory #polycule #polyam relationship #hearts too big #bi biker boys #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill characters

[m-kyunie]

The hit band HUMANOID TYPHOON (known for their hit single "H.T") releases their first album $$60,000,000. Read our exclusive interview with each member inside!

- Bernardelli Music Society

#trigun #trigun maximum #trimax #i didnt actually intend this to be a Band AU but it ended up making no sense if it.....wasn't lmao #also ik the lighting is horrendous ok but I didn't wanna finish coloring so I'm hiding the messy/laziness behind the strobe lights #wokr smarter not harder el oh el #drawing 4 ppl is so brutal my stamina needs a power up #but i said that once for 3 ppl but dgm beat that outta me so lets go queers lets go #anything for Trigun. i will persevere! #go on Insta for the other versions of this pic....i don't like tumblr formating for multiple images soooo #insta @mkyunie btw #theyre polyam so peep the lip lipstick marks Meryl left on everyone #MILLYS IS SO HARD TO SEE PLS its on her neck.... #Vash his lips r red smeared....WW its all over his cheek #damn the lighting is killing me actually #trigun band AU #h4some

[qevillous]

drew a lot today :>

#coroika #splatoon #splatoon manga #army #aloha #mask #hivemind #s5 #im on a crazy aloarmy kick but s5 gets features always #i cant bear leaving one out #if i dont draw s5 i explode #second one is pokemon au #soo #pokemon #au #polyam s5 #poly s5

[jjungkookislife]

Butterfly Tattoo Studio: First Date

pairing: piercer!hoseok x f. reader, jimin x f. reader

genre: tattoo shop au, fluff, future polyam au, smut [18+]

summary: first dates are always nerve-wracking, more so when your date has six other boyfriends and wants to pursue you.

wc: 7.5k

warnings: overthinking, pet names, first date nerves, food mentions, sexual tension, lots of kissing, making out, marking (scratching, hickeys), hair pulling, fingering (f. receiving), protected sex, spanking, joint shower, oral sex (f. giving and receiving)

date: May 20, 2023

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The weekends are busy for the shop. For the most part, Hobi and his boyfriends alternate who leaves early every week, usually closing up shop a little earlier if the week has been rather busy. 

On Sundays and Mondays, the shop is closed to give them all a break, which is when Hoseok is picking you up at your apartment at 7:30 pm on the dot. 

“Hey!” You greet him with a smile as the warm summer breeze ruffles your summer dress as you step out onto your porch. You hug Hoseok, kissing him hastily before turning to shut and lock your front door. 

“Hey,” Hoseok grins as he takes your hand in his to lead you to his car. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you smile brightly, ignoring the urge to cover your smile like always. 

“Wait just one second,” he says as he comes to a stop, stepping in front of you to do a quick check of your new piercings. “Sorry, habit.”

You giggle. “I don’t mind. I’d be nervous if I didn’t have you to check them. I’ve been cleaning them and touching them as little as possible, but it’s so hard to keep my hands to myself.”

Hoseok smirks. “Is that so?”

“Hobi!” You gasp, laughing as he opens the passenger side door for you. 

Hoseok just grins, waiting for you to settle into your seat before he shuts the door and jogs to the other side. 

Nerves and excitement have been flowing through him all day. He’d had Jimin and Taehyung help him get ready for tonight and although you hadn’t officially met Namjoon, Yoongi, or Seokjin, they were all excited for him. Their relationship had a lot of ins and outs, which he hoped to explain tonight and allow you to make your own decision. By no means did you have to date him or any of his boyfriends, he wanted to make that really clear but he hoped he could at least see you as a friend if nothing else… a friend he’d fooled around with but a friend no less. Besides, how many of his relationships had started as friends? Okay, bad example. 

“There’s this restaurant nearby I want to take you to. There’s a concert in the park nearby and I was hoping we could stop by after dinner and have dessert there. Does that sound okay?” Hobi asks you, his teeth worrying his lip. He wasn’t usually this nervous, but he hadn’t been on a date with someone new in a long, long time. 

“That sounds wonderful,” you answer, placing your hand on his. “I can’t wait.”

You hope your words soothe him a little, and part of you gets it, you were just as nervous as he. You’d been pacing back and forth in your living room just minutes before he even showed up, wondering what would come of tonight. He had assured you it would just be you two, warning his three youngest boyfriends to stay away while he explained the relationship to you. Of course, you had an inkling of what it entailed from your last dinner together, but why was he pursuing you? And why had his boyfriends been so eager to as well? Wouldn’t they prefer to keep to themselves? 

The ride to the restaurant is filled with laughter and music. Hobi hums along to the song you’ve played. You’re going through one of his playlists on his music app, smiling when you see so many of your favorite songs included. You mention so and he smiles brightly as he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant and easily (sexily) parks into a spot with ease. 

Before you can even blink, he’s opening the car door for you while you gather your purse and his phone, thanking him. 

“No need,” he smiles, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek as he takes your hand in his, fingers laced, as you walk to the door. 

“Welcome,” the host greets you and leads you to a booth in the quieter part of the restaurant. A few couples are scattered around minutes before the late dinner rush hits. You settle into your seat as your server greets you and takes your drink order before leaving you alone. 

Hoseok isn’t sure if he should breach the subject now or wait until you’ve ordered. Maybe he should wait until your food arrives, or maybe he should let you take the lead? Can you take the lead? You seem shy and you get flustered easily, so maybe you won’t be confident enough to bring it up. But what if you don’t bring it up at all and neither does he and the night ends without you two making any progress? What should he do? He knows if it were Jimin or Yoongi, he’d have had all this cleared up but he’s out of practice and honestly? You make him nervous. You give him butterflies, in a good way. Sure, his boyfriends have his heart and affection, their love a nice simmer on a flame. Comfortable, familiar love that he’s grown accustomed to but you, you’re something else. 

“Wow! These look so good!” You bring him out of his reverie when the waitress places a basket of rolls, butter, and silverware on your table, along with your drinks. 

While Hoseok’s been stewing in his thoughts, gnawing on his bottom lip, you’ve been perusing the menu. Usually, you’d look the menu up beforehand but seeing as Hoseok had planned your evening (props, we love a man who takes action and doesn’t say “wherever you want is fine”) you hadn’t decided on a meal beforehand. 

“I’ll have the spaghetti,” you order with a smile as you close your menu and hand it over to the waitress. Hoseok panics for a second before ordering his favorite dish and handing his menu over as well before you’re left alone once again. 

The chatter in the restaurant falls to the background and Hoseok is suddenly aware of how quiet he’s been. 

“Have you been here before?” You ask as you look around the dining area. The booths align one wall and the round tables cover the area between your side and the opposite. Black and white landscape photos line the walls in simple black frames that don’t draw too much attention away from the photographs.

Small candles sit on a few of the larger tables. You briefly wonder if they’re a fire hazard, should someone accidentally make it topple over in their haste to make room for more food. You turn away, not liking the thought. 

“A few times,” Hoseok answers as he raises his drink to his lips. “With friends. The food is delicious.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” you chuckle. “But if it’s not, you owe me a kiss.”

Hoseok raises a brow, setting his drink down after taking a sip. “And if it is?”

You giggle. “Then I owe you a kiss.”

“So it’s a win-win, huh?” Hoseok licks his lips as he eyes you with a hooded gaze. 

“I’d like to think so.” you bite your lip for a second before you’re holding his gaze with your own. You’d promised to be a little bolder, a little more friendly, and open toward him tonight. Besides, after the last time with Jungkook and Taehyung, could you feel shy?

Conversation flows smoothly after that and when your meals arrive, along with more bread, you’re happy to report that it was amazing! Hoseok chuckles as he settles the bill. He takes your hand in his after he signs the receipt and slides his card back into his wallet. 

As you both make your way to his car, he stops you right before you get inside. His hands cup your face, his eyes locked on yours as he tries to read them before his lips capture yours in a sweet kiss that leaves your face warm when it ends. 

“Wow,” you breathe, feeling electrifying tingles in your veins as you lean in for another kiss that Hobi is eager to return. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers toying with his hair as your back meets the passenger door. 

You gasp at the sudden coldness that meets your body through the thin material of your dress. Hobi chuckles, pecking your lips one last time before he’s untangling himself from your hold and opening your door. He takes a moment to admire how beautiful you look, eyes sparkling and your smile demure before you bite on your lower lip. 

Hoseok’s knuckles brush against your cheek, the warmth of it, not a surprise to him as he whispers, “Beautiful.” Whether it was supposed to be audible is unsure, but you smile in thanks, anyway. 

When he starts the car a minute later, he hands you his phone and messages spew in asking him about your date. You giggle as you show them to him and he sighs before smiling endearingly. 

“They mean well,” he assures you as you open his music app and play something a little softer.

“They’re your boyfriends,” you say with a grin. “I’m sure they’re just curious.”

Hoseok nods, wishing he had the guts to bring this up in the restaurant instead of the car, but he can’t procrastinate any longer. 

“They are,” he shrugs as he focuses on the road. You’re not too far from the park and he hopes it’s not too packed. 

Hoseok remains silent for a moment as he gathers his thoughts and you make no note of it as you continue to hum along to the song that’s currently playing. It’s an older song, one he hasn’t listened to in years but somehow fits the situation. It’s funny how music can perfectly explain what you’re going through, to be comforted by the fact that you’re not alone. 

Hoseok stops the car to allow another to pull out of their parking spot and he takes a quick glance in your direction. His heart flutters in his chest when he sees you singing without a care, your eyes closed as you hit every note; he wonders if the lyrics are resonating with you as they are with him. And before he can get sucked into the wonderful aura that is you, he parks in the now-empty parking spot. 

You turn to him, smiling widely. “I really love this song.”

Hoseok swallows thickly. “Yeah, I do too.” 

“Are you holding back like I know you do?” You sing effortlessly, reaching out for his hand. That’s all he needs to undo his seatbelt and press his lips against yours, not terrified when sparks fly behind his eyelids. 

Kissing Hobi is butterfly-inducing, a novel experience each time. You’ve had rough kisses, soft kisses, sweet kisses, and now passionate kisses as he nearly pulls you into his lap. There are so many emotions filling him and he tries to push everything away as he holds you to him and continues to kiss you like nothing else in the world matters. He’s always been one to fall fast and hard, to love and love with no regard, no hesitation. Hoseok is the first to put his heart on the line; hand it over to you without a second thought. However, it’s led him to so much pain and heartache in the past, but he’s still willing to offer it up, to get hurt if it means the outcome will be much greater than anything he could have ever hoped for. It’s worked the last six times he’s handed his heart over, trusted it with his six soulmates. Now with you in front of him, sparking all these same feelings that each of them awoke in him, he’s ready to give you the world, his precious heart included. 

Hoseok knows he might be getting ahead of himself. Diving in too fast, too soon. It wouldn’t be the first time, but he sure as hell hopes it’s the last. He’s been called greedy in the past for having so many partners, but love is love and he has plenty to give with an open heart. He doesn’t let others' opinions bother him anymore, not when he’s finally living his truth. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, he ends the kiss. He rests his forehead against yours as you catch your breath, a small smile on your pretty lips. 

Hoseok takes your hands in his, thumbs caressing your skin as he pulls back a bit to look you in the eyes. No matter what the outcome, he’s really enjoyed being around you, and getting to know you, and he hopes you feel the same way about him. 

“My boyfriends,” he starts, licking his lips, only to realize he can taste the sweet fruitiness of your lipstick. It makes him smile. “It’s not just Jimin, Tae, and Jungkook. There are three more. I’m not sure if you’ve met them yet?”

Six boyfriends. 

Hoseok has six boyfriends?

That’s not what you were expecting at all. You assumed it was just Tae, Jungkook, and Jimin, but now you’re wondering what exactly you’ve gotten yourself into. Sure, sex was one thing, but seven relationships were a lot to handle. What if one (or more) of Hoseok’s partners hated you? What if you didn’t like them? What if you clashed? What would that mean for you? For Hoseok?

Hoseok can see the rush of emotions on your face and he hates that he’s the one who’s swiped your smile away. “There’s Namjoon. He owns the shop.”

“I met him briefly,” you say at the memory of Namjoon the first time you ever set foot in Butterfly. 

Hoseok smiles. “He’s a sweetheart. He looks intimidating with all his tattoos, but he’s a real gentle giant.”

You nod. 

“There’s also Seokjin and Yoongi. They’re the oldest. They’re almost as chaotic as Jimin and Taehyung, though, so don’t let their age fool you.” Hoseok chuckles as he thinks of them. 

“Do you think they’d like me?” You ask nervously. 

“Oh, I’m sure they would,” Hoseok nods with no hesitation. It was no secret to any of them that Hoseok found something about you so alluring and after your group dinner date, the youngest weren’t quiet about their crushes on you. Often they’d ask Hoseok how you were doing; if they could text you, or if they could ask you out on solo dates or mini-group dates. But Hoseok had declined the idea of dates until he had this talk with you, which admittedly he was putting off because he was nervous and not in a good way. 

“There’s no pressure to date us. Any of us. I’m not sure how much you know about polyamory or if it’s something you may even consider and you don’t have to consider it at all if you don’t want to,” Hoseok is quick to assure you with earnest eyes. 

You listen. 

“But I do like you and if we were to date, you’d have to know I have six other partners. Whether you and I decide to continue to see each other without them being involved romantically or just as friends. By no means do you have to date them all or they, you. I’m not trying to force anything, I swear. I just want to be honest with you. It’s a lot to take in.” Hoseok sighs. You’d think by now he’s gotten a hang of this conversation, maybe even have a script to memorize, but each relationship was different as was each person. 

“I understand, Hobi. I’ve never been in a relationship with more than one person and I don’t know all the ins and outs of dating multiple people at once, but I do know I like you and I like Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook too. I don’t know how they feel about me, though Jimin is pretty clear; I don’t know if he’s kidding or not when he says he wants to spread me like butter on toast…” you trail off as you think about Jimin’s texts from last night and your face heats. He sure knew how to paint a picture.

“Jimin,” he mumbles, shaking his head. “Okay, yeah. I like you and they like you as well. I won’t ask you out for them, though. They can do that on their own.”

“Won’t you get jealous if I date them too?” You ask hesitantly. 

Hoseok shakes his head. “Their happiness is my happiness. I’ve had a lot of time to work on my jealousy and besides, they’re my partners. I love them. I don’t have to be jealous of them. We’ve come to great lengths in making our dynamic work. We make sure to talk about our emotions a lot and we try not to let anything stew for too long. I’m sure it’s a lot to take in all at once and there’s no rush for you to jump into anything.”

“So we can just see where this goes? And your boyfriends won’t hate me for dating you? Or kissing you?” You ask with eyes full of doubt. 

“Doll, I promise they have no issue with us dating or just figuring us out. Hell, you don’t have to date me either. We can just be friends if that’s what you’d like. I just need you to be open and honest with me about what you want. Does that sound good, princess?” Hoseok’s fingers gently caress your face, slowly pushing a lock of hair behind your ear and you gasp from the heat of his touch. 

You don’t answer him. Instead, you kiss him, taking him off guard, but he easily kisses you back as he cradles your face in his hands. 

“That sounds good,” you say after kissing him again and again, losing yourself to the feel of his soft lips pressed to yours. 

Hoseok can finally relax. He feels at ease now that he’s talked to you and sure there’s still a lot left unsaid and a lot he’ll have to fill you in but he’s in no rush to deep dive into his dynamic more than he has. He’s covered the main points he was hoping to, and that feels like a massive weight off his shoulders. He’d like to enjoy the rest of his night with you at his side. 

“Shall we head to the park?” He asks as he brings your hand to his lips, kissing it. 

“Sure,” you giggle as he kisses his way up your arm until he’s kissing your cheek. He releases you only to get out of the car and open your door. 

When you’re at his side, he pops open the trunk and takes out two blankets and a small picnic basket. 

“Ooh, you came prepared?” You ask as you hook your arm through his after he’s shut the trunk. 

“Of course,” he kisses your cheek before leading you to the entrance of the park. 

Although it’s nighttime, the park is illuminated with plenty of light. Lots of families, couples, and friends gather on their own blankets, spread out and facing the enormous stage at the center of the park. 

Hoseok finds a spot for the both of you, setting the blanket down for you to sit on before he’s joining you. He takes out a few drinks from the basket Jungkook had helped him pack and a small chocolate cake for you two to share. 

“This is so good!” You gush when you take a bite. Hoseok laughs, thanking you. 

“You made this?” 

“I did. I had some help, but I did most of it,” he informs you as he takes a bite, thankful he had gotten it just right. 

“I love it! You’ll have to make me some more next time,” you moan as you take another bite and melt against him. Hoseok blooms with pride, agreeing to make more for you whenever you’d like. You inform him he needs to be careful of that promise because sweets are your kryptonite. 

Hoseok wishes he could say he paid apt attention to the performer on stage, but his focus is on you all night. He notes the way you pull closer to him, your head eventually resting on his shoulder and his hand takes yours to place on his lap. And when you shiver, he’s quick to grab the second blanket to drape around the two of you until you eventually end up sitting between his legs. His broad chest is pressed to your back and you lean back against him as his fingers absentmindedly play with the hem of your dress. 

His touch is subtle. It’s not meant to be sexual at all, but it still sends a spike of arousal through you. Your hands rub his thighs, trying to remain calm, but Hoseok knows better. He knows the effect he has on you despite him not turning on his charm. His hands grip your waist, his lips press gentle kisses to your neck and you melt. 

“You’re a tease,” you whisper when his hand slides under your dress. He grips your thigh and you feel the cool metal of his rings. 

“Am I?” He questions in an indistinct murmur. 

“You are,” you state as he rubs your thigh. 

“Hmm, I suppose I am,” he smirks as his hand leaves your thigh and you’re gripping his wrist before placing it back on you, only a little higher than last time. 

Hoseok gulps. Were you always this bold?

“You know, we still haven’t had dessert,” he reminds you with a smirk. 

“And if I want you instead?”

Hoseok raises a dark brow, licking his lips. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, doll. Just because you can get away with it with Jimin doesn’t mean I’ll give in so easily to you.”

“Oh?”

Hoseok laughs softly. “You seem surprised.”

“A little,” you smile. “Wasn’t it your studio where we fooled around?”

Hoseok blushes, face burning red as he gulps. You had him there. 

“Hush,” he whispers with a laugh, planting a kiss on your cheek. “Don’t be a brat.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you lean against him. 

“I’m just saying,” you hum as you relax in his hood. Your fingers lace with his as he rests his chin on your left shoulder. “I bet you taste sweeter.”

Hoseok huffs a laugh, kissing your neck to shut you up and make you melt. 

You were something else.

Long after the cake is finished and the drinks are gone, Hoseok packs up the blankets into the picnic basket. 

His arm wraps around your waist as he leads you to the car. He opens your door for you, helping you inside before he’s rounding the car to set the picnic basket in the backseat, then he’s climbing into his seat. 

As he starts the car, his phone is in your hand once again, filled with unread texts from his boyfriends. You giggle as you open his music app and play one of your favorite songs, humming along as Hoseok pulls out of the parking spot with ease. 

“I had fun tonight, Hobi,” you say once the song ends. 

“I did too,” he says with a serene smile as he continues to drive. He steals glances at you when possible. Your eyes flutter shut a few times as you lose yourself in the song playing through the speakers. 

When you reach a red light, his hand comes to rest on your knee and you place your hand over his. You steal a kiss before the light turns green and you bite your lip to stifle a giggle. Tonight had been amazing, and you were a little sad it had to end so soon. You felt comfortable with Hobi. You’d love to spend more time with him and his boyfriends, even the ones you haven’t properly met yet. 

Soon, your home comes to view and Hoseok is stopping in front of it. He turns the car off before he’s opening your door to help you out. 

“I’ll walk you to the door,” he grins shyly. 

Quietly, the two of you step onto your front porch. Hobi slides his hands into his pockets as he bites his lower lip, feeling a bit at a loss. 

“Thank you for tonight, Hobi.” You thank him, hugging him as you linger on your front step. Hoseok returns the hug, his hands moving upward to cup your face. He waits a moment, his eyes reading yours in case there’s any sign of hesitance, but there’s none and you close the gap between you. 

Hoseok’s heart flutters a million miles a minute as his lips press to yours. A soft moan escapes him when you take the lead and your tongue pushes past his lips. 

Gently, the two of you kiss on your front step, your hands winding around his neck to pull him closer. Your fingers run through his hair as he moans softly against your lips. 

You don’t want to let him go just yet. You know he should get back to his partners, but having him to yourself for a moment is what you need. You’re entering unfamiliar territory, unsure how to navigate in this situation and you’re sure moments like these are few and far between should you decide to pursue more (or all) of his partners. 

“Doll,” Hoseok is the first to speak after the kiss ends. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is mussed as he meets your gaze. He ignores the fluttering of his heart and the clamminess of his palms as he looks at you. 

“Stay,” you breathe, your fingers gripping the collar of his shirt. 

Hoseok inhales sharply. This was not an outcome he had foreseen. In fact, he had been so sure you’d kick him to the curb and all would be forgotten until you needed a new piercing or tattoo. 

“Doll,” Hoseok wets his lips, his eyes dark as he lets his thoughts run rampant. He knows he should go home before things escalate too far, but the way you’re looking at him makes him stay frozen in place. 

How can he leave when you’re looking at him like he hung the moon and the stars just for you? Simple. He can’t. 

Stepping forward, Hoseok’s large palms cup your face as he draws you in for a kiss. You kiss him back urgently, fumbling with your purse to take your house key out and unlock the forsaken door that lies between you and your bedroom. 

“Easy,” Hobi chuckles as you drop your paw print keychain on the welcome mat. He bends to get it, unlocks your door, and deposits the keys into your hand. 

You lead him inside, giggling as you shut the door, locking it before you’re kissing Hoseok again.  

With a tight grip on your hair, Hoseok is slotting his lips over yours, his tongue pushing past the seam of your lips as he tastes the sweetness of your tongue. Moaning, you grip his shirt tightly in your fists, shaking fingers stumbling over the buttons in your rush to undress him. 

Hoseok’s soft chuckle reaches your ears, an apology slipping past your lips as you tug him by his unbuttoned shirt toward your bedroom. Hoseok can't admire your room as you kiss him, his hands on your hips as you walk backward until you're falling on your bed with him on top of you. 

A laugh escapes you, a soft smile on your lips. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he grins as he takes a moment to admire your beauty under the gentle glow of your table lamp. His hand caresses your cheek, thumb moving to trace your lips as you watch him intently, breath caught in your throat. 

Hoseok says nothing as he kisses you again, his hands gripping the hem of your dress as you beg him to undress you. He does so slowly, fingertips brushing against your heated skin. Soft moans spill from your lips when he squeezes your hips a little harder than necessary. You love it though, love how hard he grips you in his eagerness and how tender he is when he slows to catch his breath. Your greedy hands are on him, tugging his shirt off and working on his pants next. He laughs when you unbutton his pants, nearly breaking the zipper in your haste.  

“Easy, doll,” he smirks. “You’ll leave me without pants in the morning.”

“Oops,” you laugh, apologizing as you slow down. Hoseok places his hands over yours, pulling the zipper down as you look up at him and lick your lips. He smirks, his fingers gently stroking your face before he grips your chin with his forefinger and thumb. You meet his hooded gaze, swallowing thickly as he slots his lips on yours.

Slowly, the two of you kiss. You don’t make a move to undress him and neither does he. He’s focused on the dulcet sounds you make, all going straight to his cock. Ever so gently, he grips your hips, fingers gripping the thin material of your dress. He ends the kiss, chuckling when you lean forward to follow his lips.

“May I?” he asks sweetly, cheeks rosy pink as he awaits your response.

“Yes, please,” you answer, biting your lip at how eager you sound.

Hoseok chuckles, kissing your cheek as you sit up and lean into him. Hoseok pushes your hair off your shoulder as his bare chest presses against you. You gasp and he breathes a laugh as his fingers grip the zipper.

Slowly, so achingly slowly, he pulls the zipper down as your hands grip his thighs. His fingertips brush against your warm skin and your dress falls forward. With lust-filled eyes, you’re looking at Hoseok. His tongue swipes along his bottom lip as he curses. He’s quick to capture your lips with his, a hand cupping your cheek to hold you close. His name escapes you as his kisses trail down to your jaw, nipping here and there until they meet your neck. Your fingers lace in his hair, your head’s thrown back to allow him more room, and soon your dress is bunched at your waist.

Hoseok’s hands are firm as they grip your thighs, spreading them so he can fit perfectly between them as you fall back onto your pillows with a delightful sigh.

Your name leaves his lips in a soft croon, his hands rubbing your sides as he sits back on his heels, removing your dress carefully. You’re both panting as you take each other in for a moment, your fingers tracing the tattoos on his skin. 

They’re beautiful pieces of art, each one so pretty and perfect to suit him. He eyes you curiously, smiling beautifully when your fingers touch the ink on his hip. He brings your hand to his lips, kissing your palm before he’s leaning over you, his lips meeting yours. 

Hoseok moans, his hand laced in yours as he holds it by your head, allowing your other hand to roam free. You grip his hair, tugging just to hear more of those sinful moans that send your body into overdrive. Your hand then makes its way to his neck and shoulders, feeling the taut muscle and moaning when his hips press against yours. 

Hoseok is quick to remove your bra between kisses and promises of what’s to come. Your thighs tighten around his hips as you grind against him, begging him for any sort of relief. He chuckles, his black hair falling over his eyes and his tongue sweeps along his bottom lip before he’s toying with his tongue ring. You clench around nothing at the sight, feeling hot all over your body as he smirks. 

“So, so pretty, just like this,” Hoseok smirks, pressing a kiss to your nose. You giggle, rolling your eyes at him playfully, ignoring the rapid beat of your heart, the thrum of excitement in your veins. 

Slowly, Hoseok is kissing his way down your body. His tongue teases each hard nipple, groaning with each tug of his hair. He takes his time savoring you, his piercing making the experience more thrilling, drawing deep guttural moans from you. 

With each kiss, lick, and suck, your mind spirals until his fingers are toying with the waistband of your panties; a pretty silky pair you picked out specifically for him.

Hoseok bites his bottom lip, his finger running over the light wet patch of your panties. 

“Wore these for me?” He asks with a raised brow and a smirk. 

Heat rises in your cheeks. “Maybe I was a little hopeful.”

Hoseok chuckles, pressing a kiss to your hip. “So was I.”

With ease, Hoseok pulls the waistband off your hip, his fingers cool against your warm skin. The brush of the ring on his left index finger makes you shiver, giggling when he meets your gaze.

“Hurry,” you plead whilst biting your bottom lip. You don’t think you could wait much longer. 

Hoseok smirks, enjoying the way you squirm when his large hand grabs your thigh, squeezing it before he tugs your panties down your legs. 

“So impatient.” he clicks his tongue as he tosses your panties off the bed. 

You scoot closer to him, bunching the comforter under your body as you grab him by the back of the neck to kiss him. Your other hand tugs on his jeans, which he finally kicks off as he tries to keep your lips connected. However, you’re already trailing kisses down his jaw, moaning when he grunts and says your name. 

When your lips meet the column of his throat, he growls. His hands cup your face, lips pressed to your own moments before his tongue twines with yours. 

His skillful fingers tease you, smirking against your neck when you moan softly. Slowly, he slips a finger in, followed by a second when you beg so sweetly. Hoseok groans at how wet you are, cursing when you tug on his hair and kiss him greedily. 

“Please,” you plead, nearly fucking yourself open on his fingers. “I need you now.”

Hoseok chuckles, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “Is that so?”

“Hoseok!” you exclaim, ignoring the sweat that beads on your skin. You need him desperately. Your body burns with desire, biting back a moan when his thumb circles your clit. 

You arch into him, eyes fluttering shut. Hoseok admires your beauty, his soft lips pressing a kiss to your lips as he tugs his boxers down. You open your eyes, licking your lips when his hand wraps around his hard cock, stroking himself with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. His dark hair falls over his eyes and he runs a hand through it, your eyes following the movement until your gaze meets his and you bite your lip.

“Condom?” you ask, and Hobi leans over the bed to grab his pants. He opens his wallet and takes out a square package. It doesn’t take him long to put it on, too eager to get back to you.

“Fuck,” Hoseok groans when you kiss him, gently nipping on his bottom lip as he feels your legs wrap around him.

Hoseok takes one of your hands in his, pushing into you slowly. You gasp, squeezing his hand as he leans down to capture your lips with his.

“So fucking wet,” he grunts as he thrusts slowly, while your free hand grips his hair tightly. You kiss him, moaning against his lips as his pace quickens and his thrusts find a rhythm that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

His soft laughter has you flushing, hiding your face in his chest. 

“Don’t hide from me, doll. Lemme see your pretty face while I fuck you.” Hoseok commands in a husky tone, thrusting harder to get you to react. You do, moaning lewdly and raking your nails down his back.

“S-sorry,” you stutter, cursing when he does it again. You’re not sure what the protocol is about marking, but you should try to be mindful of his partners, not wanting to ruffle any feathers.

Hoseok’s kiss distracts you, gripping the headboard as he fucks into your soaking wet cunt. He’s in heaven, moaning your name and cursing when you clench around him. 

In a moment, he grips your hip, rolling you over to be on top. Your hands land on his chest, a surprised noise escaping you. 

You giggle, kissing his cheek as he takes your hand in his and laces your fingers together. “Ride me, doll. Use me for your pleasure.”

You nearly drool at his words, finding your balance as you do as you’re told. Your hips rock against his, feeling him deeper than before. He sits up enough to reach you, his large hand gripping the back of your neck to kiss you deeply.

His hands grip handfuls of your ass, groaning into the kiss as your pace falters. He smacks one cheek, and then the other, until you’re begging for more and nearly falling apart when he rubs your clit. You’ve been looking forward to this since the first time you left his studio and now you were so close to the edge, you weren’t sure if you could handle it.

Tears well up in your eyes, your body burning with lust and the need to orgasm. Hoseok takes your nipple into his mouth, thrusting upward gently as you continue to ride him for all he’s worth. 

“Fuck, doll. This is better than any of my fantasies,” Hoseok admits with a growl, cursing as his head lolls back when you tighten around him.

“Hoseok!” you gasp, speeding up as his hands feel every bit of you. 

“That’s it, baby. Take my cock like a good girl. Come all over me,” Hoseok encourages you. You whine, hands gripping his as you fall apart with a loud moan of his name. Your breathing is ragged, and your eyes squeeze shut as your body trembles above his.

“Fuck, baby,” Hoseok is at a loss for words as he watches you come undone. He grunts, your hips still moving in circles as you cling to him. He curses, cumming before he realizes he is, and holds you close to him, his hips rocking upward to meet yours until you’re whining into his sweaty chest.

Hoseok chuckles, cursing breathlessly as you get off him to lie at his side instead. He wraps an arm around you, kissing your forehead.

“Fuck,” you giggle, your body already feeling sore but so, so satiated. Hoseok kisses your cheek, smiling when you kiss his chest.

“We should do that again,” you smile dreamily. Hoseok agrees with a grin, his hand in yours.

It’s silent for a few moments, both of you basking in your happiness. You sit up on your side to look at Hoseok. He looks as ethereal as ever, which is completely unfair, but also insanely hot.

He catches you staring, smiling softly as he caresses your cheek. 

Swallowing thickly, you contemplate asking if he can stay.

“Can you stay the night?” you bite your lip nervously.

Hoseok is quiet for a moment. He knew this could be an outcome of your date, but he also expected to be kicked to the curb at dinner. This evening has turned out a lot better than he could have ever expected.

“Of course, doll. Anything for you,” He says. Hoseok kisses your lips once again, pausing only to dispose of the condom.

You laugh with him, offering a joint shower before heading back to bed. It’s not long until the two of you are giggling and kissing under the spray of the shower.

The chirping of birds outside your window is what rouses you the next morning. Sleep heavy on your lids as you feel an arm draped over your waist and a head on your shoulder. Flashes of last night hit you and you’re left with a heated face as you feel the slight soreness between your thighs. Hoseok sure knew what he was doing with his hips. The thought alone has you biting back a moan as you take a moment to catch your breath. 

“Good morning,” his sleep-addled voice startles you as he rubs his eyes carefully. He sits up, stretching his arms over his head as he muffles a yawn with his hand. 

“Good morning,” you respond with a sheepish smile, using your comforter to cover your bare breasts. You realize it’s a moot point when he covered them in love bites last night after your shower. You’d ended up on your back, your legs wrapped around Hoseok’s head with that damn vibrating tongue ring of his on your clit. Needless to say, he had fucked you to sleep, and you slept so well.

Hoseok smirks as you drop the comforter and it falls below your breasts. He leans forward, stealing a kiss from your lips.

“I’m going to take a quick shower and then I’ll make you breakfast. Is that okay, doll?” Hoseok asks as he climbs out of your bed and you stare at the ceiling. He chuckles as he waits for your answer. 

“Yeah, good. I’ll just get dressed,” you rush as you wave him away. Hoseok kisses the top of your head before he’s going to your bathroom. 

Once the shower is on, you get dressed in some sleep shorts and an oversized tee. You make your way to the kitchen and start the coffeepot. 

Before you can do anything else, you hear a phone ringing in your bedroom. You scurry to get it, fishing it out of Hoseok’s pants. 

It’s a video call from Jimin. Should you answer it? Or should you tell Hoseok?

You answer the call as you head toward your bathroom, biting your lip as you prepare yourself for Jimin’s wrath; seeing as his boyfriend didn’t go home to him last night. 

“Hello,” you greet him. 

Jimin’s eyebrows fly into his fringe in surprise. “Good morning, love. Can’t say I was expecting you to answer Hobi’s phone, but aren’t you a glorious sight this fine morning?”

“Jimin,” you giggle as you head to the kitchen and lean his phone against the cookie jar on your counter. 

“Tell me, sweetheart. Can I assume my Hobi is with you since you answered?” Jimin asks with a curious glint in his eyes. “He didn’t come home last night. We got worried.”

“Shit,” you curse. “I’m so sorry, Jimin! We got home late and …” you trail off, smiling sheepishly. 

“And he fucked your brains out?” Jimin smirks, leaning forward as he bites his lip. His eyes darken as he takes in your expression. 

“Jimin!”

“Hmm? What, baby?” Jimin asks innocently as he leans back, spreading his legs as he eyes you up and down, noting the way you bite your lip and how your breathing has changed. 

“Did he treat you well? Fuck you good? Make you cum? Showed you what those hips of his can do?” Jimin smiles smugly as he watches you crumble, nodding while you fan yourself. 

Fuck Jimin. 

“Hmm, speechless? Tell me, love. Did he eat you out? Licked your pretty pussy and sucked on your clit until you cried? Did he make you shake and scream until your voice went hoarse?” Jimin is shameless, but the way you’re looking at him sends a spark of arousal straight to his cock. It’s unfair, really. He had seen you before Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook and yet he had been one of the few that hadn’t even kissed you yet. He was sure you liked him. You flirted with him more and more every day, and although he often rendered you speechless, you couldn’t help but think about Jimin and what those gorgeous lips of his would feel like on your body. 

“God, Jimin,” Hoseok rolls his eyes as he enters the kitchen with nothing but a towel around his waist. “Do you have to be so crude?”

Jimin’s laughter comes over the speaker as he winks at you, ignoring his boyfriend reprimanding him. 

“Crude? Me? Never.” he licks his lips as he eyes Hoseok and then turns his attention back to you. 

“Well, baby, I’ve got to go. Just checking in to make sure my dear boyfriend was in excellent hands,” Jimin winks, blowing you a kiss before ending the call. 

You take a second to fan yourself, feeling heated from just speaking with him. He sure loved to tease you. 

“I’m sorry about him,” Hoseok apologizes. “He’s not always like this.”

You raise a brow in disbelief, and Hoseok backtracks. “Okay, he’s always like this, but he’s just a flirt.”

“It’s part of his charm,” you smile as you wrap your arm around Hoseok. He grins as he presses his forehead to yours, his wet hair leaving droplets on your skin. 

“I should get dressed so I can make you breakfast,” he murmurs as he looks at your lips and then your eyes. 

You bite your lip, your hands moving down to the towel wrapped around his waist. You let it fall to the floor to pool around his ankles, stroking him languidly as his hooded gaze remains on your face. 

“Is that so?” He asks in a gruff voice. 

“Mhmm,” you hum in response as your mouth wraps around him and he grips the counter to steady himself. You bob up and down his length, your eyes locked on his as you suck him off, and Hoseok can’t help but moan your name. 

So much for breakfast.

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The weekends are busy for the shop. For the most part, Hobi and his boyfriends alternate who leaves early every week, usually closing up shop a little earlier if the week has been rather busy. 

On Sundays and Mondays, the shop is closed to give them all a break, which is when Hoseok is picking you up at your apartment at 7:30 pm on the dot. 

“Hey!” You greet him with a smile as the warm summer breeze ruffles your summer dress as you step out onto your porch. You hug Hoseok, kissing him hastily before turning to shut and lock your front door. 

“Hey,” Hoseok grins as he takes your hand in his to lead you to his car. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you smile brightly, ignoring the urge to cover your smile like always. 

“Wait just one second,” he says as he comes to a stop, stepping in front of you to do a quick check of your new piercings. “Sorry, habit.”

You giggle. “I don’t mind. I’d be nervous if I didn’t have you to check them. I’ve been cleaning them and touching them as little as possible, but it’s so hard to keep my hands to myself.”

Hoseok smirks. “Is that so?”

“Hobi!” You gasp, laughing as he opens the passenger side door for you. 

Hoseok just grins, waiting for you to settle into your seat before he shuts the door and jogs to the other side. 

Nerves and excitement have been flowing through him all day. He’d had Jimin and Taehyung help him get ready for tonight and although you hadn’t officially met Namjoon, Yoongi, or Seokjin, they were all excited for him. Their relationship had a lot of ins and outs, which he hoped to explain tonight and allow you to make your own decision. By no means did you have to date him or any of his boyfriends, he wanted to make that really clear but he hoped he could at least see you as a friend if nothing else… a friend he’d fooled around with but a friend no less. Besides, how many of his relationships had started as friends? Okay, bad example. 

“There’s this restaurant nearby I want to take you to. There’s a concert in the park nearby and I was hoping we could stop by after dinner and have dessert there. Does that sound okay?” Hobi asks you, his teeth worrying his lip. He wasn’t usually this nervous, but he hadn’t been on a date with someone new in a long, long time. 

“That sounds wonderful,” you answer, placing your hand on his. “I can’t wait.”

You hope your words soothe him a little, and part of you gets it, you were just as nervous as he. You’d been pacing back and forth in your living room just minutes before he even showed up, wondering what would come of tonight. He had assured you it would just be you two, warning his three youngest boyfriends to stay away while he explained the relationship to you. Of course, you had an inkling of what it entailed from your last dinner together, but why was he pursuing you? And why had his boyfriends been so eager to as well? Wouldn’t they prefer to keep to themselves? 

The ride to the restaurant is filled with laughter and music. Hobi hums along to the song you’ve played. You’re going through one of his playlists on his music app, smiling when you see so many of your favorite songs included. You mention so and he smiles brightly as he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant and easily (sexily) parks into a spot with ease. 

Before you can even blink, he’s opening the car door for you while you gather your purse and his phone, thanking him. 

“No need,” he smiles, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek as he takes your hand in his, fingers laced, as you walk to the door. 

“Welcome,” the host greets you and leads you to a booth in the quieter part of the restaurant. A few couples are scattered around minutes before the late dinner rush hits. You settle into your seat as your server greets you and takes your drink order before leaving you alone. 

Hoseok isn’t sure if he should breach the subject now or wait until you’ve ordered. Maybe he should wait until your food arrives, or maybe he should let you take the lead? Can you take the lead? You seem shy and you get flustered easily, so maybe you won’t be confident enough to bring it up. But what if you don’t bring it up at all and neither does he and the night ends without you two making any progress? What should he do? He knows if it were Jimin or Yoongi, he’d have had all this cleared up but he’s out of practice and honestly? You make him nervous. You give him butterflies, in a good way. Sure, his boyfriends have his heart and affection, their love a nice simmer on a flame. Comfortable, familiar love that he’s grown accustomed to but you, you’re something else. 

“Wow! These look so good!” You bring him out of his reverie when the waitress places a basket of rolls, butter, and silverware on your table, along with your drinks. 

While Hoseok’s been stewing in his thoughts, gnawing on his bottom lip, you’ve been perusing the menu. Usually, you’d look the menu up beforehand but seeing as Hoseok had planned your evening (props, we love a man who takes action and doesn’t say “wherever you want is fine”) you hadn’t decided on a meal beforehand. 

“I’ll have the spaghetti,” you order with a smile as you close your menu and hand it over to the waitress. Hoseok panics for a second before ordering his favorite dish and handing his menu over as well before you’re left alone once again. 

The chatter in the restaurant falls to the background and Hoseok is suddenly aware of how quiet he’s been. 

“Have you been here before?” You ask as you look around the dining area. The booths align one wall and the round tables cover the area between your side and the opposite. Black and white landscape photos line the walls in simple black frames that don’t draw too much attention away from the photographs.

Small candles sit on a few of the larger tables. You briefly wonder if they’re a fire hazard, should someone accidentally make it topple over in their haste to make room for more food. You turn away, not liking the thought. 

“A few times,” Hoseok answers as he raises his drink to his lips. “With friends. The food is delicious.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” you chuckle. “But if it’s not, you owe me a kiss.”

Hoseok raises a brow, setting his drink down after taking a sip. “And if it is?”

You giggle. “Then I owe you a kiss.”

“So it’s a win-win, huh?” Hoseok licks his lips as he eyes you with a hooded gaze. 

“I’d like to think so.” you bite your lip for a second before you’re holding his gaze with your own. You’d promised to be a little bolder, a little more friendly, and open toward him tonight. Besides, after the last time with Jungkook and Taehyung, could you feel shy?

Conversation flows smoothly after that and when your meals arrive, along with more bread, you’re happy to report that it was amazing! Hoseok chuckles as he settles the bill. He takes your hand in his after he signs the receipt and slides his card back into his wallet. 

As you both make your way to his car, he stops you right before you get inside. His hands cup your face, his eyes locked on yours as he tries to read them before his lips capture yours in a sweet kiss that leaves your face warm when it ends. 

“Wow,” you breathe, feeling electrifying tingles in your veins as you lean in for another kiss that Hobi is eager to return. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers toying with his hair as your back meets the passenger door. 

You gasp at the sudden coldness that meets your body through the thin material of your dress. Hobi chuckles, pecking your lips one last time before he’s untangling himself from your hold and opening your door. He takes a moment to admire how beautiful you look, eyes sparkling and your smile demure before you bite on your lower lip. 

Hoseok’s knuckles brush against your cheek, the warmth of it, not a surprise to him as he whispers, “Beautiful.” Whether it was supposed to be audible is unsure, but you smile in thanks, anyway. 

When he starts the car a minute later, he hands you his phone and messages spew in asking him about your date. You giggle as you show them to him and he sighs before smiling endearingly. 

“They mean well,” he assures you as you open his music app and play something a little softer.

“They’re your boyfriends,” you say with a grin. “I’m sure they’re just curious.”

Hoseok nods, wishing he had the guts to bring this up in the restaurant instead of the car, but he can’t procrastinate any longer. 

“They are,” he shrugs as he focuses on the road. You’re not too far from the park and he hopes it’s not too packed. 

Hoseok remains silent for a moment as he gathers his thoughts and you make no note of it as you continue to hum along to the song that’s currently playing. It’s an older song, one he hasn’t listened to in years but somehow fits the situation. It’s funny how music can perfectly explain what you’re going through, to be comforted by the fact that you’re not alone. 

Hoseok stops the car to allow another to pull out of their parking spot and he takes a quick glance in your direction. His heart flutters in his chest when he sees you singing without a care, your eyes closed as you hit every note; he wonders if the lyrics are resonating with you as they are with him. And before he can get sucked into the wonderful aura that is you, he parks in the now-empty parking spot. 

You turn to him, smiling widely. “I really love this song.”

Hoseok swallows thickly. “Yeah, I do too.” 

“Are you holding back like I know you do?” You sing effortlessly, reaching out for his hand. That’s all he needs to undo his seatbelt and press his lips against yours, not terrified when sparks fly behind his eyelids. 

Kissing Hobi is butterfly-inducing, a novel experience each time. You’ve had rough kisses, soft kisses, sweet kisses, and now passionate kisses as he nearly pulls you into his lap. There are so many emotions filling him and he tries to push everything away as he holds you to him and continues to kiss you like nothing else in the world matters. He’s always been one to fall fast and hard, to love and love with no regard, no hesitation. Hoseok is the first to put his heart on the line; hand it over to you without a second thought. However, it’s led him to so much pain and heartache in the past, but he’s still willing to offer it up, to get hurt if it means the outcome will be much greater than anything he could have ever hoped for. It’s worked the last six times he’s handed his heart over, trusted it with his six soulmates. Now with you in front of him, sparking all these same feelings that each of them awoke in him, he’s ready to give you the world, his precious heart included. 

Hoseok knows he might be getting ahead of himself. Diving in too fast, too soon. It wouldn’t be the first time, but he sure as hell hopes it’s the last. He’s been called greedy in the past for having so many partners, but love is love and he has plenty to give with an open heart. He doesn’t let others' opinions bother him anymore, not when he’s finally living his truth. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, he ends the kiss. He rests his forehead against yours as you catch your breath, a small smile on your pretty lips. 

Hoseok takes your hands in his, thumbs caressing your skin as he pulls back a bit to look you in the eyes. No matter what the outcome, he’s really enjoyed being around you, and getting to know you, and he hopes you feel the same way about him. 

“My boyfriends,” he starts, licking his lips, only to realize he can taste the sweet fruitiness of your lipstick. It makes him smile. “It’s not just Jimin, Tae, and Jungkook. There are three more. I’m not sure if you’ve met them yet?”

Six boyfriends. 

Hoseok has six boyfriends?

That’s not what you were expecting at all. You assumed it was just Tae, Jungkook, and Jimin, but now you’re wondering what exactly you’ve gotten yourself into. Sure, sex was one thing, but seven relationships were a lot to handle. What if one (or more) of Hoseok’s partners hated you? What if you didn’t like them? What if you clashed? What would that mean for you? For Hoseok?

Hoseok can see the rush of emotions on your face and he hates that he’s the one who’s swiped your smile away. “There’s Namjoon. He owns the shop.”

“I met him briefly,” you say at the memory of Namjoon the first time you ever set foot in Butterfly. 

Hoseok smiles. “He’s a sweetheart. He looks intimidating with all his tattoos, but he’s a real gentle giant.”

You nod. 

“There’s also Seokjin and Yoongi. They’re the oldest. They’re almost as chaotic as Jimin and Taehyung, though, so don’t let their age fool you.” Hoseok chuckles as he thinks of them. 

“Do you think they’d like me?” You ask nervously. 

“Oh, I’m sure they would,” Hoseok nods with no hesitation. It was no secret to any of them that Hoseok found something about you so alluring and after your group dinner date, the youngest weren’t quiet about their crushes on you. Often they’d ask Hoseok how you were doing; if they could text you, or if they could ask you out on solo dates or mini-group dates. But Hoseok had declined the idea of dates until he had this talk with you, which admittedly he was putting off because he was nervous and not in a good way. 

“There’s no pressure to date us. Any of us. I’m not sure how much you know about polyamory or if it’s something you may even consider and you don’t have to consider it at all if you don’t want to,” Hoseok is quick to assure you with earnest eyes. 

You listen. 

“But I do like you and if we were to date, you’d have to know I have six other partners. Whether you and I decide to continue to see each other without them being involved romantically or just as friends. By no means do you have to date them all or they, you. I’m not trying to force anything, I swear. I just want to be honest with you. It’s a lot to take in.” Hoseok sighs. You’d think by now he’s gotten a hang of this conversation, maybe even have a script to memorize, but each relationship was different as was each person. 

“I understand, Hobi. I’ve never been in a relationship with more than one person and I don’t know all the ins and outs of dating multiple people at once, but I do know I like you and I like Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook too. I don’t know how they feel about me, though Jimin is pretty clear; I don’t know if he’s kidding or not when he says he wants to spread me like butter on toast…” you trail off as you think about Jimin’s texts from last night and your face heats. He sure knew how to paint a picture.

“Jimin,” he mumbles, shaking his head. “Okay, yeah. I like you and they like you as well. I won’t ask you out for them, though. They can do that on their own.”

“Won’t you get jealous if I date them too?” You ask hesitantly. 

Hoseok shakes his head. “Their happiness is my happiness. I’ve had a lot of time to work on my jealousy and besides, they’re my partners. I love them. I don’t have to be jealous of them. We’ve come to great lengths in making our dynamic work. We make sure to talk about our emotions a lot and we try not to let anything stew for too long. I’m sure it’s a lot to take in all at once and there’s no rush for you to jump into anything.”

“So we can just see where this goes? And your boyfriends won’t hate me for dating you? Or kissing you?” You ask with eyes full of doubt. 

“Doll, I promise they have no issue with us dating or just figuring us out. Hell, you don’t have to date me either. We can just be friends if that’s what you’d like. I just need you to be open and honest with me about what you want. Does that sound good, princess?” Hoseok’s fingers gently caress your face, slowly pushing a lock of hair behind your ear and you gasp from the heat of his touch. 

You don’t answer him. Instead, you kiss him, taking him off guard, but he easily kisses you back as he cradles your face in his hands. 

“That sounds good,” you say after kissing him again and again, losing yourself to the feel of his soft lips pressed to yours. 

Hoseok can finally relax. He feels at ease now that he’s talked to you and sure there’s still a lot left unsaid and a lot he’ll have to fill you in but he’s in no rush to deep dive into his dynamic more than he has. He’s covered the main points he was hoping to, and that feels like a massive weight off his shoulders. He’d like to enjoy the rest of his night with you at his side. 

“Shall we head to the park?” He asks as he brings your hand to his lips, kissing it. 

“Sure,” you giggle as he kisses his way up your arm until he’s kissing your cheek. He releases you only to get out of the car and open your door. 

When you’re at his side, he pops open the trunk and takes out two blankets and a small picnic basket. 

“Ooh, you came prepared?” You ask as you hook your arm through his after he’s shut the trunk. 

“Of course,” he kisses your cheek before leading you to the entrance of the park. 

Although it’s nighttime, the park is illuminated with plenty of light. Lots of families, couples, and friends gather on their own blankets, spread out and facing the enormous stage at the center of the park. 

Hoseok finds a spot for the both of you, setting the blanket down for you to sit on before he’s joining you. He takes out a few drinks from the basket Jungkook had helped him pack and a small chocolate cake for you two to share. 

“This is so good!” You gush when you take a bite. Hoseok laughs, thanking you. 

“You made this?” 

“I did. I had some help, but I did most of it,” he informs you as he takes a bite, thankful he had gotten it just right. 

“I love it! You’ll have to make me some more next time,” you moan as you take another bite and melt against him. Hoseok blooms with pride, agreeing to make more for you whenever you’d like. You inform him he needs to be careful of that promise because sweets are your kryptonite. 

Hoseok wishes he could say he paid apt attention to the performer on stage, but his focus is on you all night. He notes the way you pull closer to him, your head eventually resting on his shoulder and his hand takes yours to place on his lap. And when you shiver, he’s quick to grab the second blanket to drape around the two of you until you eventually end up sitting between his legs. His broad chest is pressed to your back and you lean back against him as his fingers absentmindedly play with the hem of your dress. 

His touch is subtle. It’s not meant to be sexual at all, but it still sends a spike of arousal through you. Your hands rub his thighs, trying to remain calm, but Hoseok knows better. He knows the effect he has on you despite him not turning on his charm. His hands grip your waist, his lips press gentle kisses to your neck and you melt. 

“You’re a tease,” you whisper when his hand slides under your dress. He grips your thigh and you feel the cool metal of his rings. 

“Am I?” He questions in an indistinct murmur. 

“You are,” you state as he rubs your thigh. 

“Hmm, I suppose I am,” he smirks as his hand leaves your thigh and you’re gripping his wrist before placing it back on you, only a little higher than last time. 

Hoseok gulps. Were you always this bold?

“You know, we still haven’t had dessert,” he reminds you with a smirk. 

“And if I want you instead?”

Hoseok raises a dark brow, licking his lips. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, doll. Just because you can get away with it with Jimin doesn’t mean I’ll give in so easily to you.”

“Oh?”

Hoseok laughs softly. “You seem surprised.”

“A little,” you smile. “Wasn’t it your studio where we fooled around?”

Hoseok blushes, face burning red as he gulps. You had him there. 

“Hush,” he whispers with a laugh, planting a kiss on your cheek. “Don’t be a brat.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you lean against him. 

“I’m just saying,” you hum as you relax in his hood. Your fingers lace with his as he rests his chin on your left shoulder. “I bet you taste sweeter.”

Hoseok huffs a laugh, kissing your neck to shut you up and make you melt. 

You were something else.

~

Long after the cake is finished and the drinks are gone, Hoseok packs up the blankets into the picnic basket. 

His arm wraps around your waist as he leads you to the car. He opens your door for you, helping you inside before he’s rounding the car to set the picnic basket in the backseat, then he’s climbing into his seat. 

As he starts the car, his phone is in your hand once again, filled with unread texts from his boyfriends. You giggle as you open his music app and play one of your favorite songs, humming along as Hoseok pulls out of the parking spot with ease. 

“I had fun tonight, Hobi,” you say once the song ends. 

“I did too,” he says with a serene smile as he continues to drive. He steals glances at you when possible. Your eyes flutter shut a few times as you lose yourself in the song playing through the speakers. 

When you reach a red light, his hand comes to rest on your knee and you place your hand over his. You steal a kiss before the light turns green and you bite your lip to stifle a giggle. Tonight had been amazing, and you were a little sad it had to end so soon. You felt comfortable with Hobi. You’d love to spend more time with him and his boyfriends, even the ones you haven’t properly met yet. 

Soon, your home comes to view and Hoseok is stopping in front of it. He turns the car off before he’s opening your door to help you out. 

“I’ll walk you to the door,” he grins shyly. 

Quietly, the two of you step onto your front porch. Hobi slides his hands into his pockets as he bites his lower lip, feeling a bit at a loss. 

“Thank you for tonight, Hobi.” You thank him, hugging him as you linger on your front step. Hoseok returns the hug, his hands moving upward to cup your face. He waits a moment, his eyes reading yours in case there’s any sign of hesitance, but there’s none and you close the gap between you. 

Hoseok’s heart flutters a million miles a minute as his lips press to yours. A soft moan escapes him when you take the lead and your tongue pushes past his lips. 

Gently, the two of you kiss on your front step, your hands winding around his neck to pull him closer. Your fingers run through his hair as he moans softly against your lips. 

You don’t want to let him go just yet. You know he should get back to his partners, but having him to yourself for a moment is what you need. You’re entering unfamiliar territory, unsure how to navigate in this situation and you’re sure moments like these are few and far between should you decide to pursue more (or all) of his partners. 

“Doll,” Hoseok is the first to speak after the kiss ends. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is mussed as he meets your gaze. He ignores the fluttering of his heart and the clamminess of his palms as he looks at you. 

“Stay,” you breathe, your fingers gripping the collar of his shirt. 

Hoseok inhales sharply. This was not an outcome he had foreseen. In fact, he had been so sure you’d kick him to the curb and all would be forgotten until you needed a new piercing or tattoo. 

“Doll,” Hoseok wets his lips, his eyes dark as he lets his thoughts run rampant. He knows he should go home before things escalate too far, but the way you’re looking at him makes him stay frozen in place. 

How can he leave when you’re looking at him like he hung the moon and the stars just for you? Simple. He can’t. 

Stepping forward, Hoseok’s large palms cup your face as he draws you in for a kiss. You kiss him back urgently, fumbling with your purse to take your house key out and unlock the forsaken door that lies between you and your bedroom. 

“Easy,” Hobi chuckles as you drop your paw print keychain on the welcome mat. He bends to get it, unlocks your door, and deposits the keys into your hand. 

You lead him inside, giggling as you shut the door, locking it before you’re kissing Hoseok again.  

With a tight grip on your hair, Hoseok is slotting his lips over yours, his tongue pushing past the seam of your lips as he tastes the sweetness of your tongue. Moaning, you grip his shirt tightly in your fists, shaking fingers stumbling over the buttons in your rush to undress him. 

Hoseok’s soft chuckle reaches your ears, an apology slipping past your lips as you tug him by his unbuttoned shirt toward your bedroom. Hoseok can't admire your room as you kiss him, his hands on your hips as you walk backward until you're falling on your bed with him on top of you. 

A laugh escapes you, a soft smile on your lips. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he grins as he takes a moment to admire your beauty under the gentle glow of your table lamp. His hand caresses your cheek, thumb moving to trace your lips as you watch him intently, breath caught in your throat. 

Hoseok says nothing as he kisses you again, his hands gripping the hem of your dress as you beg him to undress you. He does so slowly, fingertips brushing against your heated skin. Soft moans spill from your lips when he squeezes your hips a little harder than necessary. You love it though, love how hard he grips you in his eagerness and how tender he is when he slows to catch his breath. Your greedy hands are on him, tugging his shirt off and working on his pants next. He laughs when you unbutton his pants, nearly breaking the zipper in your haste.  

“Easy, doll,” he smirks. “You’ll leave me without pants in the morning.”

“Oops,” you laugh, apologizing as you slow down. Hoseok places his hands over yours, pulling the zipper down as you look up at him and lick your lips. He smirks, his fingers gently stroking your face before he grips your chin with his forefinger and thumb. You meet his hooded gaze, swallowing thickly as he slots his lips on yours.

Slowly, the two of you kiss. You don’t make a move to undress him and neither does he. He’s focused on the dulcet sounds you make, all going straight to his cock. Ever so gently, he grips your hips, fingers gripping the thin material of your dress. He ends the kiss, chuckling when you lean forward to follow his lips.

“May I?” he asks sweetly, cheeks rosy pink as he awaits your response.

“Yes, please,” you answer, biting your lip at how eager you sound.

Hoseok chuckles, kissing your cheek as you sit up and lean into him. Hoseok pushes your hair off your shoulder as his bare chest presses against you. You gasp and he breathes a laugh as his fingers grip the zipper.

Slowly, so achingly slowly, he pulls the zipper down as your hands grip his thighs. His fingertips brush against your warm skin and your dress falls forward. With lust-filled eyes, you’re looking at Hoseok. His tongue swipes along his bottom lip as he curses. He’s quick to capture your lips with his, a hand cupping your cheek to hold you close. His name escapes you as his kisses trail down to your jaw, nipping here and there until they meet your neck. Your fingers lace in his hair, your head’s thrown back to allow him more room, and soon your dress is bunched at your waist.

Hoseok’s hands are firm as they grip your thighs, spreading them so he can fit perfectly between them as you fall back onto your pillows with a delightful sigh.

Your name leaves his lips in a soft croon, his hands rubbing your sides as he sits back on his heels, removing your dress carefully. You’re both panting as you take each other in for a moment, your fingers tracing the tattoos on his skin. 

They’re beautiful pieces of art, each one so pretty and perfect to suit him. He eyes you curiously, smiling beautifully when your fingers touch the ink on his hip. He brings your hand to his lips, kissing your palm before he’s leaning over you, his lips meeting yours. 

Hoseok moans, his hand laced in yours as he holds it by your head, allowing your other hand to roam free. You grip his hair, tugging just to hear more of those sinful moans that send your body into overdrive. Your hand then makes its way to his neck and shoulders, feeling the taut muscle and moaning when his hips press against yours. 

Hoseok is quick to remove your bra between kisses and promises of what’s to come. Your thighs tighten around his hips as you grind against him, begging him for any sort of relief. He chuckles, his black hair falling over his eyes and his tongue sweeps along his bottom lip before he’s toying with his tongue ring. You clench around nothing at the sight, feeling hot all over your body as he smirks. 

“So, so pretty, just like this,” Hoseok smirks, pressing a kiss to your nose. You giggle, rolling your eyes at him playfully, ignoring the rapid beat of your heart, the thrum of excitement in your veins. 

Slowly, Hoseok is kissing his way down your body. His tongue teases each hard nipple, groaning with each tug of his hair. He takes his time savoring you, his piercing making the experience more thrilling, drawing deep guttural moans from you. 

With each kiss, lick, and suck, your mind spirals until his fingers are toying with the waistband of your panties; a pretty silky pair you picked out specifically for him.

Hoseok bites his bottom lip, his finger running over the light wet patch of your panties. 

“Wore these for me?” He asks with a raised brow and a smirk. 

Heat rises in your cheeks. “Maybe I was a little hopeful.”

Hoseok chuckles, pressing a kiss to your hip. “So was I.”

With ease, Hoseok pulls the waistband off your hip, his fingers cool against your warm skin. The brush of the ring on his left index finger makes you shiver, giggling when he meets your gaze.

“Hurry,” you plead whilst biting your bottom lip. You don’t think you could wait much longer. 

Hoseok smirks, enjoying the way you squirm when his large hand grabs your thigh, squeezing it before he tugs your panties down your legs. 

“So impatient.” he clicks his tongue as he tosses your panties off the bed. 

You scoot closer to him, bunching the comforter under your body as you grab him by the back of the neck to kiss him. Your other hand tugs on his jeans, which he finally kicks off as he tries to keep your lips connected. However, you’re already trailing kisses down his jaw, moaning when he grunts and says your name. 

When your lips meet the column of his throat, he growls. His hands cup your face, lips pressed to your own moments before his tongue twines with yours. 

His skillful fingers tease you, smirking against your neck when you moan softly. Slowly, he slips a finger in, followed by a second when you beg so sweetly. Hoseok groans at how wet you are, cursing when you tug on his hair and kiss him greedily. 

“Please,” you plead, nearly fucking yourself open on his fingers. “I need you now.”

Hoseok chuckles, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “Is that so?”

“Hoseok!” you exclaim, ignoring the sweat that beads on your skin. You need him desperately. Your body burns with desire, biting back a moan when his thumb circles your clit. 

You arch into him, eyes fluttering shut. Hoseok admires your beauty, his soft lips pressing a kiss to your lips as he tugs his boxers down. You open your eyes, licking your lips when his hand wraps around his hard cock, stroking himself with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. His dark hair falls over his eyes and he runs a hand through it, your eyes following the movement until your gaze meets his and you bite your lip.

“Condom?” you ask, and Hobi leans over the bed to grab his pants. He opens his wallet and takes out a square package. It doesn’t take him long to put it on, too eager to get back to you.

“Fuck,” Hoseok groans when you kiss him, gently nipping on his bottom lip as he feels your legs wrap around him.

Hoseok takes one of your hands in his, pushing into you slowly. You gasp, squeezing his hand as he leans down to capture your lips with his.

“So fucking wet,” he grunts as he thrusts slowly, while your free hand grips his hair tightly. You kiss him, moaning against his lips as his pace quickens and his thrusts find a rhythm that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

His soft laughter has you flushing, hiding your face in his chest. 

“Don’t hide from me, doll. Lemme see your pretty face while I fuck you.” Hoseok commands in a husky tone, thrusting harder to get you to react. You do, moaning lewdly and raking your nails down his back.

“S-sorry,” you stutter, cursing when he does it again. You’re not sure what the protocol is about marking, but you should try to be mindful of his partners, not wanting to ruffle any feathers.

Hoseok’s kiss distracts you, gripping the headboard as he fucks into your soaking wet cunt. He’s in heaven, moaning your name and cursing when you clench around him. 

In a moment, he grips your hip, rolling you over to be on top. Your hands land on his chest, a surprised noise escaping you. 

You giggle, kissing his cheek as he takes your hand in his and laces your fingers together. “Ride me, doll. Use me for your pleasure.”

You nearly drool at his words, finding your balance as you do as you’re told. Your hips rock against his, feeling him deeper than before. He sits up enough to reach you, his large hand gripping the back of your neck to kiss you deeply.

His hands grip handfuls of your ass, groaning into the kiss as your pace falters. He smacks one cheek, and then the other, until you’re begging for more and nearly falling apart when he rubs your clit. You’ve been looking forward to this since the first time you left his studio and now you were so close to the edge, you weren’t sure if you could handle it.

Tears well up in your eyes, your body burning with lust and the need to orgasm. Hoseok takes your nipple into his mouth, thrusting upward gently as you continue to ride him for all he’s worth. 

“Fuck, doll. This is better than any of my fantasies,” Hoseok admits with a growl, cursing as his head lolls back when you tighten around him.

“Hoseok!” you gasp, speeding up as his hands feel every bit of you. 

“That’s it, baby. Take my cock like a good girl. Come all over me,” Hoseok encourages you. You whine, hands gripping his as you fall apart with a loud moan of his name. Your breathing is ragged, and your eyes squeeze shut as your body trembles above his.

“Fuck, baby,” Hoseok is at a loss for words as he watches you come undone. He grunts, your hips still moving in circles as you cling to him. He curses, cumming before he realizes he is, and holds you close to him, his hips rocking upward to meet yours until you’re whining into his sweaty chest.

Hoseok chuckles, cursing breathlessly as you get off him to lie at his side instead. He wraps an arm around you, kissing your forehead.

“Fuck,” you giggle, your body already feeling sore but so, so satiated. Hoseok kisses your cheek, smiling when you kiss his chest.

“We should do that again,” you smile dreamily. Hoseok agrees with a grin, his hand in yours.

It’s silent for a few moments, both of you basking in your happiness. You sit up on your side to look at Hoseok. He looks as ethereal as ever, which is completely unfair, but also insanely hot.

He catches you staring, smiling softly as he caresses your cheek. 

Swallowing thickly, you contemplate asking if he can stay.

“Can you stay the night?” you bite your lip nervously.

Hoseok is quiet for a moment. He knew this could be an outcome of your date, but he also expected to be kicked to the curb at dinner. This evening has turned out a lot better than he could have ever expected.

“Of course, doll. Anything for you,” He says. Hoseok kisses your lips once again, pausing only to dispose of the condom.

You laugh with him, offering a joint shower before heading back to bed. It’s not long until the two of you are giggling and kissing under the spray of the shower.

~

The chirping of birds outside your window is what rouses you the next morning. Sleep heavy on your lids as you feel an arm draped over your waist and a head on your shoulder. Flashes of last night hit you and you’re left with a heated face as you feel the slight soreness between your thighs. Hoseok sure knew what he was doing with his hips. The thought alone has you biting back a moan as you take a moment to catch your breath. 

“Good morning,” his sleep-addled voice startles you as he rubs his eyes carefully. He sits up, stretching his arms over his head as he muffles a yawn with his hand. 

“Good morning,” you respond with a sheepish smile, using your comforter to cover your bare breasts. You realize it’s a moot point when he covered them in love bites last night after your shower. You’d ended up on your back, your legs wrapped around Hoseok’s head with that damn vibrating tongue ring of his on your clit. Needless to say, he had fucked you to sleep, and you slept so well.

Hoseok smirks as you drop the comforter and it falls below your breasts. He leans forward, stealing a kiss from your lips.

“I’m going to take a quick shower and then I’ll make you breakfast. Is that okay, doll?” Hoseok asks as he climbs out of your bed and you stare at the ceiling. He chuckles as he waits for your answer. 

“Yeah, good. I’ll just get dressed,” you rush as you wave him away. Hoseok kisses the top of your head before he’s going to your bathroom. 

Once the shower is on, you get dressed in some sleep shorts and an oversized tee. You make your way to the kitchen and start the coffeepot. 

Before you can do anything else, you hear a phone ringing in your bedroom. You scurry to get it, fishing it out of Hoseok’s pants. 

It’s a video call from Jimin. Should you answer it? Or should you tell Hoseok?

You answer the call as you head toward your bathroom, biting your lip as you prepare yourself for Jimin’s wrath; seeing as his boyfriend didn’t go home to him last night. 

“Hello,” you greet him. 

Jimin’s eyebrows fly into his fringe in surprise. “Good morning, love. Can’t say I was expecting you to answer Hobi’s phone, but aren’t you a glorious sight this fine morning?”

“Jimin,” you giggle as you head to the kitchen and lean his phone against the cookie jar on your counter. 

“Tell me, sweetheart. Can I assume my Hobi is with you since you answered?” Jimin asks with a curious glint in his eyes. “He didn’t come home last night. We got worried.”

“Shit,” you curse. “I’m so sorry, Jimin! We got home late and …” you trail off, smiling sheepishly. 

“And he fucked your brains out?” Jimin smirks, leaning forward as he bites his lip. His eyes darken as he takes in your expression. 

“Jimin!”

“Hmm? What, baby?” Jimin asks innocently as he leans back, spreading his legs as he eyes you up and down, noting the way you bite your lip and how your breathing has changed. 

“Did he treat you well? Fuck you good? Make you cum? Showed you what those hips of his can do?” Jimin smiles smugly as he watches you crumble, nodding while you fan yourself. 

Fuck Jimin. 

“Hmm, speechless? Tell me, love. Did he eat you out? Licked your pretty pussy and sucked on your clit until you cried? Did he make you shake and scream until your voice went hoarse?” Jimin is shameless, but the way you’re looking at him sends a spark of arousal straight to his cock. It’s unfair, really. He had seen you before Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook and yet he had been one of the few that hadn’t even kissed you yet. He was sure you liked him. You flirted with him more and more every day, and although he often rendered you speechless, you couldn’t help but think about Jimin and what those gorgeous lips of his would feel like on your body. 

“God, Jimin,” Hoseok rolls his eyes as he enters the kitchen with nothing but a towel around his waist. “Do you have to be so crude?”

Jimin’s laughter comes over the speaker as he winks at you, ignoring his boyfriend reprimanding him. 

“Crude? Me? Never.” he licks his lips as he eyes Hoseok and then turns his attention back to you. 

“Well, baby, I’ve got to go. Just checking in to make sure my dear boyfriend was in excellent hands,” Jimin winks, blowing you a kiss before ending the call. 

You take a second to fan yourself, feeling heated from just speaking with him. He sure loved to tease you. 

“I’m sorry about him,” Hoseok apologizes. “He’s not always like this.”

You raise a brow in disbelief, and Hoseok backtracks. “Okay, he’s always like this, but he’s just a flirt.”

“It’s part of his charm,” you smile as you wrap your arm around Hoseok. He grins as he presses his forehead to yours, his wet hair leaving droplets on your skin. 

“I should get dressed so I can make you breakfast,” he murmurs as he looks at your lips and then your eyes. 

You bite your lip, your hands moving down to the towel wrapped around his waist. You let it fall to the floor to pool around his ankles, stroking him languidly as his hooded gaze remains on your face. 

“Is that so?” He asks in a gruff voice. 

“Mhmm,” you hum in response as your mouth wraps around him and he grips the counter to steady himself. You bob up and down his length, your eyes locked on his as you suck him off, and Hoseok can’t help but moan your name. 

So much for breakfast.

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#bangtanarmynet #btshoneyhive #btsgoldnet #hoseok x you #hoseok x yn #hoseok smut #piercer!hoseok #bts polyamory #bts polyam au

[polymc]

I need 15 solomon tears to level up characters, until then I am only stuck on book 2... Damn it.

Anyway, while I wait, let us continue to gush over our demon husbands!!

I can't get over how hot and cute they are?? Every time I read the comics, I think about domestic life would be with all of them. Has anyone read or seen the anime/manga called "My 100 girlfriends really really love me"? I see that and think "Take that but make it with the demons and MC!"

I have so many more ideas too... like a Mafia AU?? Demons are MC's bodyguards that were hired by their granpa/father(aka solomon) and they just protect them. MC is already powerful and badass so they don't need it but solomon really said "NUH UH". They wouldn't be superpowerful but just normal strong and... human I guess??

The demons don't care tho, they think MC being strong and/or their normal self is hot-

#what in “hell” is bad? #whb #mc #polyam #what in hell is bad #my writing #x reader #AUs #alternate universe #mafia au

[cyborg-franky]

For @bulle-blackhole thank you for your support <3 I hope you enjoy!

Penguin x GN Reader x Shachi SFW Modern AU WC: 1,024

You’d been low energy for weeks now, not wanting to go out or do anything, just wanting to be wrapped up in the comfort of your own home. Wanting nothing more just to exist away from the world and the anxieties that came with it.

But you missed your boyfriends, missed getting to spend time with them. Thankfully they understood why you didn’t want to venture out into the world. That was why Penguin had suggested a date night, a stay-at-home date night. You’d been elated at the idea and had been excited about it the last few days.

Cleaning as best as you could manage, making sure fresh sheets graced your bed, knowing within hours they’d be ripped off and turned into a fort. You were curled up on your couch when the door rang, you lept up, your phone almost falling out of your grasp from the excitement and sudden movement.

You opened the door to see Penguin and Shachi, both grinning ear to ear, backpacks on and huge bags of shopping in their arms. You opened the door and let them in, smiling when each dipped down and kissed your forehead.

“Heeey!” Shachi said, “Hello, how are you today?” Penguin asked as he and Shachi headed for the kitchen. Opening up the fridge and freezer to put various things away. Soda, juice, fruit, ice cream. A little of everything.

“I’m better for seeing you both,” You replied and saw Shachi almost drop the bottle of soda, a light pink blush across his cheeks. Penguin rolled his eyes as he helped Shachi finish unpacking everything.

“So what did you wanna do today?” You asked as Shachi walked past you, pulling you into a hug, Penguin not far behind to cuddle you also. A big group hug that you melted into, feeling safe and loved. “Well, your the one that hasn’t been feeling good right?” Penguin replied and you thought about what you wanted to do.

“Does video games sound okay?”

–

Taking over the couch, curtains were drawn so the room was in darkness save for the lamps dotted around the room and the large screen you were all playing video games on. Shachi was sat on the floor cross-legged, controller clutched in his hands as he turned with it, thinking it would help the cart on the screen go in that direction, but it didn’t. And he fell off the road once more much to Penguins' delight as he let out a ‘HA’

You didn’t have much of a competitive streak, just enjoyed playing the assortment of silly party games with them both. Penguin and Shachi always had beef when against one another in a game. You were happy to watch them play beat 'em ups together as they shot fighting words back and forth.

All in jest. They were just both the sort of people who needed to win all the time. You leaned forward and ran your hand through messy ginger locks, feeling how soft Shachi’s hair was, he leaned back intot he touches with a sigh as Penguin loaded up another party game.

“Having fun?” Penguin asked, a hand on your knee, giving you a comforting squeeze. You nodded.

They made you so happy, you loved them and how they understood what you needed and you needed this, needed them.

A few hours passed, and Penguin had cooked a meal for the three of you, you and your boyfriends all sat around the table with full bellies, sighing. “Movie night?” Shachi asked as he looked over at you both. “What movie?” You asked, hoping Shachi wasn’t going to suggest one of his awful gorefests.

“We can take it in turns to pick?” He shrugged his shoulders and Penguin hummed in thought. “Yeah sounds nice, we can move to the bedroom? Take some snacks and soda up, get comfy on the bed…”

“Yeah I like that idea,” You said and let Shachi pull you up from the couch. 

Armed with snacks you all climbed the stairs to your room. Shachi set down things on the bed before he flopped down on the soft sheets and let out a sigh before Penguin let himself fall back, purposely hitting Shachi who let out an ooof. Both wriggled and made a space for you in the middle which you took. Feeling arms around you, the three of you cuddled on the bed.

Some time passed before you opened your eyes and stared at the ceiling, feeling Shachi to the right nuzzling his nose into your hair and Penguin on the left holding your hand in his. “Alright then, whose movie first?” You asked turning to face each in turn.

“You, you can pick! I’m comfy.” Shachi mumbled and cuddled your arm as you tried to move it to grab the remote, You couldn’t get your hand free of Penguins either. You guessed you could wait a little longer..

Eventually, they allowed you to move, getting the remote and picking your movie. You propped the pillows against the headboard, making a comfy place to lean. Shachi opened a big bag of salty popcorn and threw a bag of caramel popcorn to Penguin. You sat with your own popcorn and pressed play.

The three of you watched each movie, making comments here and there, completely cuddled up and comfy. The snacks got eaten, popcorn, candy, and even some fruit had been snuck into the snack rotation as you went from movie to movie.

Shachi had put on another, neither you nor Penguin had the energy to make a choice once the third movie had finished. It was just background noise anyway as you all got cuddled up on the bed, now in your PJs. All animal themed you noticed.

“What do you guys wanna do tomorrow?” You asked as you felt sleep pulling at you. “Well, the zoo has baby penguins, I thought we could go check that out… and it’s a weekday, shouldn’t be too loud…” Shachi said before yawning.

“Only if you feel up to it though.”

“Sounds good.” You replied although your voice was mumbly as you fell asleep cuddled between them.

#sfw #gender neutral reader #one piece penguin #one piece shachi #shachi x penguin #shachi x reader x penguin #modern au #polyam #penguin x reader #penguin x you #penguin x yn #penguin x yourname #shachi x reader #shachi x you #shachi x yn #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x yn #one piece reader insert #one piece imagines

[lilacs-stash]

Some ship swap stuff I drew on whiteboard yesterday

#Ye this is from the same whiteboard Max posted #ii ship roleswap au #inanimate insanity #the world's worst polycule ii #polyam grand slams #nickcase #basecase #nickloon #suitloon #bickel #baseloon #II balloon #II suitcase #II nickel #II baseball #been awhile since I've posted them so just as a reminder: this is an AU where the bright lights and grand slams are swapped #look I can draw! Art tag #object posting

[the-vegetarian-artist]

Polyam in my TMNT Au? Its more likely than you think ~☆

#my tmnt designs #tmnt #tmnt au #tmnt art #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mondo gecko #hamato michelangelo #mondo gecko #i know not many people are gonna know Sara- shes quite different from her canon comic design but LISTEN #i love her #savage dragon #savage dragon horridus #horridus #sara hill #listen i read the crossover comic as a kid and i JUST ADORED their interactions #but also MondoMikey has my soul SO-- #why not polyam? #ot3 #mondomikey #mikeymondo #mondo x mikey #freak force #ALSO WOULD LIKE TO MENTION THESE ARE ADULT DESIGNS #Mikey and Mondo are at least 21 at the point of meeting Sara #my art #veggie art #veggie arts #sara x mikey

[btschooseafic]

Scared of Love (in a coffee shop)

Pairing: ot7, ot6 x jungkook

Details: jungkook centric, a/b/o dynamics, coffee shop au, soulmates au

Summary: Jungkook loses his job and gains a new one.

Warnings: implied mpreg (not jk), attempted assault

Masterlist

***

Jungkook was towards the end of his shift when he caught the posturing alpha scent. It broke through the bar’s typical alcohol and sweat smells. He scanned the crowd as he finished making the drink he was working on, placing it front of the customer with a tense smile.

There was a man looming over a girl in the corner.

Jungkook moved over to them. “Everything okay here?” He called out, over the many conversations in the room.

“We’re fine,” the man said, barely glancing at him. The girl’s body was frozen stiff, but her wide eyes flickered to meet Jungkook’s.

Jungkook frowned. “Give her some space.”

“What?” Now the man turned to look at Jungkook, gritting his teeth, lip pulled back in a partial snarl. “This is none of your business, man. Back off.”

“You’re the one who should back off,” Jungkook thought aloud. “She clearly wants nothing to do with you.”

The man smirked. “She never said anything.”

The girl opened and closed her mouth, eyes still locked on Jungkook, gaze turning pleading. The man leaned his palm on the wall behind her, pinning her there. She whimpered. He laughed and the sour scent of terrified omega curled into the air.

“That’s it.” Jungkook came out from behind the bar and grabbed the man’s arm, pulling him away from her.

“What the fuck!”

Jungkook twisted his arm behind his back and shoved him towards the entrance. Minho was working the door tonight.

“Keep him out of here, he’s scaring omegas!” Jungkook told the bouncer.

Minho nodded, grabbing the protesting alpha.

“You’ll regret that!” The alpha shouted after Jungkook as he moved back inside.

The girl was still in the corner. “You okay?” Jungkook asked. “Are you here alone?” She shook her head.

“My… my friends went to the bathroom. I went to get drinks, and…” She swallowed. “He wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

Jungkook grimaced. “That sucks. I’m sorry you were made to feel unsafe here.”

She shrugged. “I’m… it happens. I wish I was better at…” She sighed. “Thank you.”

Jungkook waited with her until her friends came back. They immediately wrapped their arms around her and offered to get a cab together.

Most of the customers left in the next hour, Minho shepherding any stragglers out the door with a firm hand and a tough look.

After he finished cleaning, Jungkook started the walk home.

It was early morning. The streets were mostly empty.

Jungkook sped up when the back of his neck prickled, like he was being watched.

Before he could react, someone grabbed his arm and pulled him into a nearby alleyway. There was a loud rip as his jacket tore. It hung off his arm. Jungkook’s back slammed into the wall. He couldn’t breath.

“I told you you’d regret it.” It was the man from earlier, sneering down at him.

Jungkook gulped in air.

“I don’t,” Jungkook told him truthfully. Even if this alpha beat him up, he didn’t regret helping that girl earlier. She didn’t deserve this man invading her personal space like that.

The man’s brow furrowed. He leaned in and sniffed at Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook squirmed, trying to protect his scent glands. It was too late.   The man laughed. Jungkook’s scent blockers must have worn off. They were a cheap brand that he frequently sweated off during his longer shifts.

“Omega,” he cooed. “Were you jealous? You wanted me to pay attention to you instead of her?”

Jungkook’s face twisted in disgust. “You’re delusional.” He tried to twist out of the man’s hold again.

“You’re too worked up,” the man told him. “Let me help you calm down.” He reached for the back of Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook bit his hand. The man growled and reeled back. Jungkook kneed him between the legs. The man howled and crouched down, curling in on himself. Jungkook took off at a run.

Maybe that was a mistake.

Alphas like that liked a chase.

Jungkook ran with the man on his tail for several blocks. Then he saw a crowd of people coming out of a nearby club.

He wove his way into the crowd, hoping the mixture of scents would hide his. Club goers frequently wore strong scent blockers or perfumes so they could enjoy their night without dynamics interfering. Jungkook caught a strong fruity scent and moved closer to it. He saw the man pause at the end of the block, raising his head to sniff.

“Are you being chased?”

Jungkook flinched, turning to the strawberry-scented man who addressed him. Jungkook’s eyes widened. He was very handsome, dark fluffy hair contrasted with his bright red jacket. His arm was slung over the shoulder of a shorter man, who was also incredibly good looking.

Jungkook nodded, still catching his breath.

“For fun, or an unwanted suitor?” The shorter man asked. Jungkook stared, still a little startled by how good looking the two men were. In his job, he saw a lot of people dressed their best on a night out, but he never seen anyone look so good in a plain white t-shirt. The shirt’s wide neck line showed off several mating marks. Jungkook pouted slightly—of course such a pretty man already had mates.

The man was still looking at him expectantly.

“He’s a bully,” Jungkook explained. “I wasn’t… I’m sorry I’m hiding behind you.” He glanced back at the end of the block. The man was gone. Jungkook sighed in relief. “Looks like he’s gone. I’ll leave—“

“Better stay for another couple of minutes. Make sure he’s really gone.” The man in the red jacket leaned closer to whisper to Jungkook. Jungkook breathed in the strawberry perfume, the sweetness making him dizzy. He wondered how it would mix with the man’s natural scent. “What?” The man raised an eyebrow at him.

“Tae!” The shorter man smacked his hand. “Give him some space.”

“Sorry.” Tae straightened up, smiling sheepishly.

“It’s okay…” Jungkook mumbled. He listened to the two men (mates?) bicker for a few more minutes before he turned to leave.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay getting home?” The man in the white shirt asked him concernedly. Jungkook nodded. “Well… okay, stay safe.”

When he got home, Jungkook scrubbed his skin hard to get rid of the feeling of that man looming over him. He was a little disappointed when the strawberry scent disappeared as well.

Jungkook woke later that afternoon, a little sore and bruised, but otherwise fine. He frowned at the tear on his favorite coat for a while before cooking something to eat. Before long it was early evening, time to head to work.

“You’re fired,” Jungkook’s boss said. Jungkook stared at him.

“What?”

“A customer came to me this morning, told me you attacked him, unprovoked, showed me the bite mark on his hand.”

“It wasn’t unprovoked!” Jungkook snapped. “He attacked me first—and he was harassing another customer!”

“I didn’t hear anything about that, just that you attacked someone,” his boss said. He waved his hand dismissively. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter who started it, the customer is always right.” Jungkook lowered his head, trying to think about whether to curse his boss out, or beg for his job back. He needed the money, but at what point did this job stop being worth it? “It’s nothing personal, but I’m running a business here.” He clapped Jungkook on the shoulder. Jungkook tensed at his touch. “I’ve got to make the tough decisions sometimes.”

Ten minutes later, Jungkook sat on the curb outside the bar, Minho standing beside him, watching him in quiet concern.

“Oh.”

Jungkook looked up, seeing the girl from last night. She smiled hesitantly at him.

He nodded at her. “What’s up?”

“I was hoping to find you here. I wanted to thank you, again, for last night.”

Minho squinted at her. “This is the girl that creep from last night was bothering?” He asked. Jungkook nodded. “Maybe she could talk to the boss, get him to give you your job back.”

The girl’s eyes widened. “You lost your job?”

Jungkook nodded again. “Our ‘friend’ decided to drag me into a dark alley. I defended myself. He complained to my boss, so I lost my job.”

The girl frowned. “That’s ridiculous!”

Jungkook shrugged. “I think I’m done working here anyway. It sucks.” He glanced back at Minho. “No offense.”

Minho snorted. “None taken.”

“So… you don’t want me to try and help you get your job back?” The girl asked. Jungkook shook his head.

“The job search will be hell, but it’ll still be better than this.”

The girl bit her lip. “What if… what if I know a job you could go for?”

“Really?” Jungkook smiled. “That would be great!” He had already been dreading the process of touching up his resume. He hadn’t touched his portfolio since he left his apprenticeship. Unless his arm counted as an example of his work? He tilted his head. “What kind of job?”

Jungkook spent the rest of the night pacing in his apartment. He tried to settle down in his nest, but his nerves wouldn’t let him. He’d counted and recounted his savings, but it wouldn’t be enough to pay his rent and send hyung money. He needed this job. Hopefully the meeting tomorrow morning would go well.

Jin’s Cafe had the name Jin written over and over again on the window. Jungkook frowned, imagining a self-centered manager who wouldn’t be much better than his last.

“They’re really nice,” the girl said, as if she was reading his mind. “I promise.”

The sign on the door was flipped to ‘closed,’ but the girl punched a code into the keypad and opened the door.

The cafe smelled nice. There were the usual coffee and pastry smells, but also a fresh green scent, like a garden. The room was filled with shelves of books, records, and plants. Curving green vines ran under everything from trot to hip hop.

A man was restocking one of the shelves. He turned as they walked in, eyes widening slightly.

“Jiwoo-yah, you’re early. Your shift doesn’t start until later.”

“I know.” She smiled at him. “But, I actually wanted to introduce someone to you. You know how you said you could still use another employee?” She motioned at Jungkook.

“Hello.” Jungkook bowed slightly. “I’m Jeon Jungkook.”

“Min Yoongi.” Yoongi dipped his head. “I’m one of the managers here at Jin’s Cafe. Are you open to a casual interview, Jungkook-ssi?”

“Sure.”

“Jiwoo, have you eaten yet?” Yoongi asked her. “Why don’t you go to the kitchen and get some breakfast from hyung? He’s got a new matcha toast he’s trying out.” Jungkook perked up. Yoongi grinned. “Ah. Bring one out for Jungkook-ssi as well.”

“Oh, no, no.” Jungkook shook his head. “It’s fine. I was just… curious.”

“Jin-hyung loves testing his food out on unsuspecting guests,” Yoongi told him, waving Jiwoo along. “So, Jungkook-ssi, do you have any experience working as a barista?”

Jungkook nodded. “I did work in a coffee shop during school.”

Jungkook waited for Yoongi to ask what he went to school for, but instead he asked, “Did you enjoy working there?”

Jungkook smiled. “Yeah. The manager was nice. And good at baking! She made these really good banana nut muffins I always used my employee discount on.”

“Do you have any interest in books, or plants, or music?” Yoongi asked. “We sell all three, so it’s good to know a little about them.”

“Well, I don’t know read much, and I don’t know anything about plants, but I do like listening to music,” Jungkook told him honestly. He and Yoongi talked about what kind of music they liked to listen to until Jiwoo came out again with a plate for Jungkook. The matcha toast was pretty, the green spread contrasting nicely with a neat row of strawberries on top.

“It’s yummy,” Jiwoo said. “Have some.”

“But don’t praise it too much, or hyung’s head will get too big,” Yoongi added. Jungkook actually lost his ability to talk for a moment, savoring the flavors mixing in his mouth. He let out a few appreciative noises. Yoongi frowned. “You don’t have to keeping eating it if you don’t like it.”

“What?” Jungkook frowned back at him. “But, it’s so good.”

“But your face is so angry!” Jiwoo protested.

“Oh…” Jungkook scratched the side of his face. “That’s just… how I look when I enjoy things.”

Yoongi grinned. “How cute.”

Jungkook flushed. “I…”

“You have green on your mouth,” Jiwoo told him. Jungkook groaned as she handed him a napkin. Yoongi was still smiling.

“Jungkook-ssi, how would you feel about starting on a trial basis?” He asked. “You haven’t met the rest of us yet, so I’d like to see how we all get along first, but I like what I’m hearing from you so far.”

“That would be great.” Jungkook bowed again. “Please take care of me.”

“No need to be so formal,” Yoongi said. “How old are you? Call me hyung.”

Jiwoo, as it turned out, was Jungkook’s same-age friend. She dropped formalities quickly, complimenting the purple tips of Jungkook’s hair as she walked him through how to use the espresso machine. Jungkook liked how she filled any silences with cheerful chatter before they could get awkward.

As soon as she finished running him through the sales system, Yoongi shooed him out the door.

“I wouldn’t start you on the morning rush for you first shift!” Yoongi said. “Are you free later tonight? We can introduce you to the rest of the guys and show you how to close up.”

“That sounds good, hyung.”

Jungkook walked home with a little spring to his step. He saw his brother had texted him, asking if he’d be available for a video chat with Seoyeon soon. Jungkook settled down in his nest, hugging the plush rabbit that Seoyeon had sent him from his last birthday. She had a matching one, “So when I hug my bunny, you hug yours, and it’s like we’re hugging each other, samchon!”

Junghyun answered after the first ring.

“What’s wrong?”

“What? Why does something have to be wrong for me to call you? You texted me earlier.”

“Yeah, but you hardly ever respond to my texts. Usually, I have to get Seoyeon to lure you in if I want a response.”

Jungkook pouted. “That’s not true.”

“…Sure. So, what’s up?”

“Well, don’t freak out, but I got fired.”

“…Jungkook.”

“It’s fine! Totally fine! I didn’t like that job much anyway, and anyways, I got a new job already!” Jungkook didn’t tell Junghyun why he’d gotten fired, but he told him all about Jiwoo and Yoongi and how nice they were being to him.

“It really sounds like you could get along with them well,” Junghyun thought. Jungkook hummed in agreement. “I’m happy for you.”

Jungkook usually got along with coworkers, but he had never been too close to any of them. Jiwoo and Yoongi seemed like people he wouldn’t mind spending time with even outside of work.

“I’m excited,” he admitted. “I hope it all works out.”

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