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What Makes You Sweat | 18+

Summary: You’re really getting tired of how much time your boyfriend spends in the gym when you have so little time together on his days off. So one day you decide to join him to see what really makes him sweat.

Rating: 18+

Genre: idol!au, smut, fluff

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

Status: Oneshot

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Explicit language, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, smutty smut, sexual tension, big dick!jungkook, unprotected sex(wrap it before ya tap it!), oral sex, cocky!jungkook, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praising, dirty talk, creampie, rough sex, spanking, bondage, squirting, begging, cursing, fingering, biting, did I miss anything haha.

Author’s Note: This has been sitting in my drafts forever, mainly because I was so upset I lost all my edits to it one day. Sooo I’m just gonna release it, with the premise that its extremely rough because I can’t find it in my heart to edit it again. So here it is, take it for what it is.. a quickie, dirty, unedited short story haha.

This is all fictional.

You sigh deeply staring up at the ceiling in boredom, you had tired of playing games on your phone or scrolling social media an hour ago. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, 10:44 PM... he’d been gone for two hours. Just what the hell does he down there for so long?

Surely most people didn’t work out this long every single day, it seemed excessive and it was starting to get on your nerves. You know he promised to keep his washboard abs for ARMY, but surely he didn’t need to work out every damn day to maintain those bad boys.

Grabbing your phone again you sent off a quick text to him.

Did you fall off the treadmill? Are you seriously still working out?

You and Jungkook had been dating for over a year now what he did for so many hours every day in that gym was still a mystery. You had never been tempted to join him before, when he was finished with you for the night you could barely move, let alone go workout. Meanwhile he was the energizer bunny, ready to go again and again until you finally caved and told him to go work off some steam.

The past few days though you’d had to work late because of your bosses stupid mistake. So you weren’t able to get home in time to soothe the bunny, he was always off at the gym so you would pass out on the bed.

Tonight though you’d had to listen to one of your coworkers gossiping about their sex life with their new younger boyfriend. Which of course in turn, got you thinking about how much you happened to miss your boyfriends delicious body, anxiously waiting all day to get home to him.

So here you sat, waiting on his bed, Bam having had long since given up on waiting for his dad and crawling into his crate to go to sleep. Your phone chimed suddenly causing you to practically lunge for it.

I’m just getting started babe, don’t wait up. 😘

Just getting started? What the hell does that mean? What exactly has he been doing for that last two hours?

You groaned, rolling onto your stomach in frustration as you stared at the text on your phone.

Don’t wait up he says! I hardly get to see him anymore, not with working full time and him getting ready for his next comeback, it seemed like their time together was becoming less and less these days—yet all he wants to do is spend time in the gym!

Jumping off the bed you squared your shoulders as you raided the closet for a pair of leggings and a sports bra.

Fine, if he wanted to work out then you were going to join him, sure it was the last thing you felt like doing, but if it meant you could spend time together then so be it!

Jungkook had just finished up running for his cardio workout the last hour, pulling up the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat that had accumulated on his face.

Now that cardio was done he could start on weights, he needed to work his lower body today since he did upper body yesterday. Then of course abs as always to finish off the workout.

Taking a swig from his water bottle, his attention diverted as the door swung open, you walked in wearing what he guessed could pass as workout clothes.

But really there wasn’t much there, he sure hoped you didn’t wear that shit in public to workout or else there was going to be a conversation later.

“Hey, what's up? I told you not to wait up, i’ll probably be a while still.” He eyed you suspiciously, you had never come to workout with him. Not that it ever bothered him, it was more of his thing and that was totally fine by him.

“Well... you spend so much time here, I thought I would see what you get up to for once. Maybe you could give me some pointers as well, I should probably workout more anyway. I’ve been stuck at a desk all week.”

You shrugged trying to act nonchalant, but your eyes gave you away as you took in his appearance. It wasn’t fair how beautiful this man was, even coated in sweat--no, not even, of course coated in sweat this man was absolutely sinful. All you could think about was stripping that shirt off his delicious body and raking your nails down his chest.

You bit your lip, rubbing your thighs together for some sort of relief. You weren’t sure just how long you stood there ogling your boyfriend, but it was obviously enough for him to take notice.

“Hmm... you want to work out?” He sauntered up to you, eyes darkening as he crowded you against the wall, hands coming up to rest on either side of your head behind you.

Your held your breathe as you took in the sudden change in his demeanor. This was the man you had come to know all too well every night, the one that bent your body to his will.

“I missed you, feels like I haven’t seen you in weeks,” You whispered, tucking a strand of his hair back behind his ear. He smiled brightly, bunny teeth on display as he cupped your cheek leaning down to kiss your forehead sweetly.

Stepping back, he booped your nose cutely with his finger. “I always miss you.” Sighing sadly, “When this comeback is done I promise we will take a vacation, just the two of us. We can spend every waking moment with each other. We don’t even have to leave the bed.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

God, You loved this man so much. How you had gotten so lucky to land Bangtan’s golden boy, he was anything and everything you could ask for in a boyfriend.

“I was about to start some weights, you wanna start with some cardio?” Just like that your tender moment was gone and Muscle bunny was back. How did he just flip a switch just like that, was it part of being an idol or something?

Huffing loudly, you made your way over to the treadmill he had just vacated, turning it on the lowest setting. You walked as slowly as possible, staring aimlessly at the little television blasting some random entertainment show before you. Behind you sounds of grunting and heavy weights clinking filled your ears as he began his workout again.

It was about 16 minutes later, according to the treadmill, when you had finally reached your breaking point. His grunts and groans were driving you crazy, you could hardly walk for fear the slick coating your core would drip down your legs.

Stopping the treadmill you spun around to find him doing sit-ups on the floor, each time he sat up he gave a soft grunt. You bit your lip as an evil plan hatched in your head.

Two could play this game.

You sashayed over to the rowing machine, plopping down loudly on the seat as you fastened your legs in. Wrapping your fingers around the handle to pull back fiercely, you let out a whisper of a moan. You saw his head swivel around towards you at the noise.

Ha, take some of your own medicine Kookie!

You smirked, continuing to pull on the rowing machine. Arching your back with each tug so your breasts thrust into the air alluringly.

His gaze zeroed in on the way your breasts proudly displayed as you rowed, suddenly his grey sweats felt all too tight. He knew you were purposely trying to rile him up, and it was working. But his competitive nature would never let him give him.

Plus, he was actually enjoying having you here with him for once, and he had to admit seeing you working out made him proud.

Not like you needed to work out, eyeing that perfect ass he loved so much. Having you ride him reverse cowgirl was one of his favorite positions, he loved watching that ass bounce up and down on his dick.

Reaching down to adjust his hardening length, he pulled his gaze from your body to refocus himself. At this rate he was going to lose this game you had decided to play and turn this into a whole other kind of workout.

You had quietly crept over his way once he went back to finishing his sit-up, the slight sway of your hips driving him to distraction once more. He stopped, arms behind his head as he laid back looking up at you suspiciously, “You done already?” He questioned, regarding you as a smirk lifted his lips.

You weren’t going to give in that easily, sure you’d been annoyed he hadn’t come over at your show earlier while rowing. You couldn’t miss him adjusting himself and the tent in his pants though. You were getting to him too. It was time to change tactics.

Throwing your leg over his waist you straddled his stomach, hands splayed out across his chest as you nestled your core above his hardening length. Your fingers sliding slowly down his chest to push yourself back to lay against his knees causing your breasts to jut out towards his face tauntingly. “Nope. Just taking a break…”

His brow raised quizzically, thrusting his hips off the floor bouncing you in the process to signal you should move. “Alright princess, well I just finished sit-ups… so how about you give me some motivation to finish my pushups?”

His hands encircled your waist when you didn't move, hoisting you up into the air like you weighed nothing. He let your body slide painfully slow down his until your feet touched the floor, “Lay down.” His voice held a hint of command forcing you to lay down where he indicated unbidden. You watched as he knelt down at your feet, hands moving to either side of your head, his body hovering above yours.

“Now be a good girl and stay still.”

You bit your lip at his deep voice, his face coming closer before moving past yours, his breathe tickling your ear.

“One.”

His whispered breathe across your ear sent a shot of arousal straight to your core, nipples suddenly standing for attention as he pulled back up.

Just as quickly he was pressing back down, this time you were more composed, your head swiveled around to nip at his earlobe.

“Two…” He groaned, pulling back with narrowed eyes.

The third time he decided to press his body flush against yours, hips rolling into your core for you to feel his now fully hard length.

You moaned loudly, frantically thrusting your hips up as he pushed up just as quickly. You glared up at that cocky bunny smile plastered on his face.

“Three.”

You'd had enough of this game.

You grabbed that taunt ass with both hands as he came down for the fourth push-up, rolling your hips seductively against his.

He growled, letting his body collapse atop yours in response. “Naughty girl. I told you to stay still, you can’t even obey one command? Am I going to have to tie you up so you don’t move?” His voice was pure sin in your ear, hands sliding slowly up your arms causing goosebumps in their wake, bringing them up above your head where he captured your wrists in one hand.

“So, we're done playing already? Just when the game was getting interesting...”

His right hand moved quickly down your stomach to cup your heat without warning. Your eyes flew open in surprise, arching your back sharply as you let out a groan of satisfaction at finally being touched, tugging desperately at his grip on your wrists to break free.

A soft moan escaped his lips, “So wet for me already? Does this pussy want to be filled so badly by my cock?” He trailed wet kisses down your neck, he bite the spot where your neck meets your shoulders quickly laving the tender spot with his tongue.

He sat back on his heels, admiring the way your breasts looked barely confined by your sports bra as your chest rose and fell rapidly. Taking your breasts in each hand to squeeze them together, dipping down to taking one of your nipples and then the other into his mouth through your sports bra, tongue circling it teasingly before biting playfully.

“Jungkook!” you gasped, hips thrusting against his hand in reflex, chasing some kind of friction. You could feel just how embarrassingly slick your panties and leggings had become at this point, providing barely any barrier.

Jungkook smirked, pressing the palm of his hand down hard against your clit through your leggings. "Is this what you wanted baby?"

Nodding frantically, "Yes! Yes! Please!!" You should be embarrassed at the way your hips followed his hand as he pulled back, but you were already past caring.

He released your wrists, sitting back on his heels as you whined at the lack of contact. Palming at his hardened bulge as he motioned to the bench behind you. "Go sit that pretty ass down on that bench."

Jumping up to obey, your body trembled in anticipation as you spread your legs displaying the large wet patch that has formed in the crotch of your leggings.

He quickly shed his shirt as he approached you, dropping to his knees between your thighs.

Your mouth watered as you admired that amazing body, eyes catching a drop of sweat dripping down his chest that you suddenly wanted to catch with your tongue. And those damn grey sweatpants, always showing just enough to drive you crazy. His hard dick filled them out so well now, you could practically feel it inside you already.

He made quick work of your leggings, peeling them down your legs. God you were practically soaking that bench already and he’d barely touched you.Grabbing your thighs to tug you down to the edge of the bench roughly. He admired your beautiful pussy for a minute, the material of your panties sticking to your lips making them practically transparent.

He slid his fingertip down your slit, pressing just the tip inside your pussy the material of your panties creating resistance from going in any further.

"All of this just for me? How long has my poor baby been suffering? If you’d just said you wanted to be fucked we could have ended this game quickly. But now I feel like making you wait… I won after all.” A smirk quirked his lips, leaning down to suck your clit into his mouth over the fabric.

“Fuck Jungkook!!” You squealed at the feeling of his mouth, the material of your underwear aiding the sensation. You slid your hand into Jungkook's hair, the other gripped onto the bench beneath you as you rolled your hips against his mouth.

Without removing his mouth from your clit, he grabbed your flimsy underwear tearing it off your body and flinging the offending material away. His mouth moving over your now bare pussy, tongue delving into your folds greedily.

You sobbed in relief, squeezing your thighs together at the sudden onslaught of pleasure that was almost unbearable.

Jungkooks digs his fingers into your thighs, keeping them open for his onslaught. "Ah Ah, don't hide from me." He quips smartly, sending a sharp smack to your pussy that causes you to jump, a whine escaping you at the stinging sensation as more arousal seeps from your lips.

He begins lapping at your clit teasingly, his fingers massaging your thighs as he enjoyed the whines escaping your lips.

“Kook, stop teasing!”

He takes your clit into his mouth once more, sucking strongly. At the same time slowly inserting one finger, curling it as he begins thrusting in and out of your sloppy cunt, rubbing that sweet spot each time.

You could already feel that familiar knot forming in your stomach and he’s barely touched you. Turned on beyond belief from their game earlier and not seeing him the past few days, or more specifically not seeing his cock.

"Tell me this isn't what you came down here for?" He remarks, pulling his digit from your pussy and bringing it up to his lips to taste you.

You screamed in frustration at the sudden emptiness, leaning up on your elbows as you regarded him between your legs not moving.

"Jungkook!" He just laughed at your situation, removing his finger with a pop from his lips, his tongue prodding his cheek. He reached down palming at his dick which had become so painfully hard. Your gaze followed his hand, jerking his length over his pants a few times in relief. He couldn’t wait to finally feel you wrapped so tightly around his cock, it had been so long, he was tired of using his own hand for relief. It was a poor excuse for that tight pussy he had come to love.

"Fine, okay! I came down to get fucked okay? I couldn't wait for you any longer… Jungkook! Please just fuck me already you idiot! I need to feel you!" you sobbed, throwing your arm over your eyes in embarrassment at your confession. Even after so many years you could feel embarrassment at how badly you wanted him at times.

He smiles all teeth at your confession, "Good girl, that wasn't so hard now was it? Did you really think I thought you wanted to work out? Unless you were referring to this workout." He motioned to himself with a cocky smirk, tongue running along his lower lip.

Before you could make a smart ass remark he plunged two fingers inside your pussy, thrusting them quickly in and out of you.

Shoving your sports bra up to reveal those beautiful pert nipples. Taking one into his mouth, his tongue lavishing attention on it as he scissored his fingers inside you, stretching you out for him.

"So fucking tight. How are you still so fucking tight!" He grunted, slipping a third finger inside of you.

You winced at the slight burn, your body already having forgotten the shape of his dick. As the burn ebbed, a delicious pleasure spreading in its place as your thighs quaked from the sudden orgasm approaching. Your hips thrusting in tandem with his fingers, chasing your high.

"Yes, Yes! Jungkook harder!!" You tugged at his dark locks, forcing his mouth harder against your breast.

He rubbed at your clit with his thumb, curling his fingers to continually hit your spot as he increased his speed. His fingers moving so fast you could barely keep up.

Suddenly you felt that cord snap inside of you, your back arching off the bench as you screamed out from your orgasm. A rush of liquid flooded Jungkook's fingers, spraying his chest as he dove down to taste your release. Tongue fucking your gaping hole as it quivered around his mouth, you tasted so fucking sweet he couldn't get enough of it.He pulled his fingers out to rub your clit as his tongue delved deeply inside of you prolonging your release.

"Ah, Jungkook no more.. please..."

He forced your thighs to wide as you tried closing them from the overstimulation, squirming away from his mouth. Your fingers tangled in his dark locks as you tugged at his head trying to stop him.

"I know you can, don't even think about stopping me."

He continued lapping at your sopping pussy, filling you with two fingers again as he sought that spot inside you.

You could feel the overstimulation already turning to pleasure again, moaning loudly as you thrashed on the bench with your fast approaching second release.

Jungkook sucked your clit into his mouth, fucking his fingers harder inside of you until you felt that damn break once more. "JUNGKOOK!!" you screamed his name loudly, black flashing behind your eyes as you squirted all over his face this time, your thighs shaking with the intensity of your orgasm.

You lay back panting as he removed his fingers, watching your gaping hole quiver at the emptiness. He licked his lips glancing down at your throughly fucked out face with satisfaction.

"Good girl, I knew you would do it." He sat back on his knees, chest glistening with your release. Standing up, he quickly kicked his sweats and briefs off, his cock springing to attention against his stomach. He wrapped his hand around his painfully hard length, sliding his fingers up and down a few times before his eyes caught on something in the corner.

You were so out of it, currently basking in your post release, you hadn't even noticed him move to the corner of the room. It wasn't until you felt something cold wrapping around your wrists that you startled to attention.

"What..?" you questioned, giving a measuring tug of your wrists to find them tied together with something.

"You were very bad tonight, trying to stop me from enjoying my prize earlier." He gave a sharp tug making sure your wrists were secured with the jump rope.

"So now your going to lay there and let me fuck you however I want." He whispered in your ear before standing up, he lifted your body up from the bench forcing you to now lay on your stomach.He eyed that beautiful ass now on display, delivering a harsh smack to your left cheek enjoying the red marring your skin.

You jumped at the sudden stinging of his hand, a new flush of arousal spreading throughout your body.

He knelt down at the end of the bench, adjusting some knobs. You suddenly found your feet leaving the floor at the same time the rest of your body leaned down closer to the floor. You felt incredibly vulnerable suddenly, ass up in the air, pussy quite literally on display for his viewing pleasure. You couldn't see where he was or what he was doing.

"Fuck, you're so perfect."

He eyed your position, having risen one side of the bench to lift your ass up to the perfect height, while the other was lowered for your comfort so you wouldn't be at a weird angle. He could see just how wet you were from this angle, your pussy dripping on the bench as your hole twitched with anticipation.

He ran his index finger through your slick, "Just for me."

You suddenly felt the head of his dick teasing your core causing you to thrust yourself back against him, you wanted to feel him filling you up so badly. But instead he kept teasing you, tapping his dick against your clit as he pressed a hand down against your lower back to hold you in place delivering a shark smack to your ass.

"Stay still." He growled under his breathe, pushing forward until the thick head of his cock sinks inside you, just as quickly pulling it out.

"Jungkook!" You screeched, wriggling against your confines in frustration, you feel a new wave of wetness seeping from your pussy. "Please, Jungkook, please fuck me! I need your cock.."

His fingers spread out across your ass, massaging at the reddened cheeks. "You look so amazing like this, bared just for me, pussy just waiting to be filled." He pulled your cheeks apart, groping as he watched the way your pussy twitched, admiring the mess you made of the bench already. He strokes his cock once before lining it up with your heat, coating it in your cum before suddenly thrusting forward sinking balls deep inside of you.

"Fuck!" you screamed out, suddenly feeling so full as he sunk so deeply inside you. You swear you could feel him all the way to your stomach. You clenched around him inside you, wanting to keep him inside.

He slowly pulled out until just the tip was left inside you, letting you feel every ridge and vein before harshly thrusting back in as your ass jiggled with the motion.

Suddenly his thrusts sped up, hips plunging into you as the bench jerked beneath you at the strength of his motion. Loud moans left your mouth as your body fought to keep up with his pace. Pleasure wracks your body, fighting against the orgasm already approaching.

He watched your ass bounce against his hips as he took your hips in his hand, forcing your body down to meet his thrusts. Your orgasm hits you as soon as he presses his thumb down on your clit, thighs shaking as your body releases for the third time tonight.

Jungkook continued thrusting through your orgasm, chasing his release as you felt him swell even bigger flooding your insides with his cum. He gave a few more lay thrusts as his cum started leaking out between your bodies soaking the bench below. He slowly pulled out from the warmth of your body, cupping your heat to keep his cum inside.

“Don’t let even a drop escape.” He commanded moving your hand to replace his as he went to slid his boxers and work out shorts back on.

You squeezed your legs together trying in vain to keep his cum from running down your legs as you to went to find your underwear and leggings he had thrown haphazardly.

He gave your ass a firm smack once you had finished getting dressed, pushing you towards the door.

“Now be a good girl and let me finish my workout.” He flashed you a cocky grin before heading back over to the weights.

Your jaw dropped at his request, “Seriously?!?”

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Set My Soul On Fire [6] | 18+

Summary: The chances of meeting your soul flame were almost one in a eight billion, the only way of knowing you were a match? You had to happen to be in close proximity of each other, so how were you ever to find your one true flame when they possibly lived halfway around the globe. When you find out you matched with not one but four members from the biggest boy band in the world, you weren’t sure if you were incredibly lucky or headed for devastating heartbreak, but you were willing to find out.

Rating: 18+

Genre: idol!au, smut, angst, fluff

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Namjoon x Reader

Status: Ongoing

Word Count: 6.2K

Warnings: dom!jungkook, dom!jimin, dom!taehyung, dom!namjoon, sub!reader, consent, smut, possessiveness, polyamory, anxiety, insecurities, jealousy, sexual tension, dirty talk, explicit language, kissing, grinding, marking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral(f. receiving), Jimin has a long ass tongue, Jimin has a hugeeeee praise kink, mentions of multiple members and voyerism.

Author’s Note: Oh my godddd its happening, whats the procedure, whats the procedure!! (Points if you know what that’s from!) I think it’s been long enough, time for some smutty smut smut!

This is all fictional.

It was about another hours drive to the house and Jimin had insisted on holding your hand the entire way, regardless of your concerns about him driving one handed. So now his fingers threaded with yours, resting on the center console as you tried your best to distract yourself from the way his thumb swept tenderly across the top of your hand.

Intrusive thoughts kept finding their way into your mind, like just how amazing those pillowy lips had felt against yours. They had been everything you’d imagined and then some. Just how would those lips would feel kissing their way down my body.

Your mind was running rampant with salacious daydreams, no doubt driving Jimin crazy at this point. But you couldn’t help it, after that kiss and his comment about not holding back, all your thoughts were filled with Jimin.

Jimin whose gaze could pierce your very soul and set your whole body on fire.

Jimin whose lithe body moved so gracefully across the stage driving every person crazy in the crowd.

Jimin who loved to tease millions of army with that sinful tongue and sensual body roll on stage.

“Fuck. Please stop Y/N, I only have so much control. I’m barely resisting pulling this car over and fucking you until you can’t walk as it is.” He growled like some wild animal causing your breath to hitch, his fingers tightening painfully on the steering wheel as he fought against the onslaught of images.

She was seriously trying to kill him.

Your body heated at his comment, suddenly at war with your own thoughts as you couldn’t decide if that was what you secretly wanted. You could however feel the tension between the both of you growing with each passing second. The heat building between your thighs causing you squeeze them together trying to relieve some of the pressure.

“Do you want me to pull over?” He smirked, tongue snaking out along the seam of his lips as he bit down on his lower lip. He yanked your joined hands up to his mouth to press a kiss to your knuckles, catching your gaze as he flipped your hands over to kiss your inner wrist.

“Jimin!” You gasped, jerking your hand from his grasp as you tried to distance yourself from that sinful mouth as much as possible from within the small confines of the car.

Just as you both were about at your limit the house came into view, a relived groan escaping him as he pulled in behind the others who were already unloading their car.

“Finally..” he sighed turning off the car, Taehyung all smiles already bounding over to the car to pound on his window.

“Where the hell were you guys!? We thought maybe you had broken down on the side of the road... or something.” Jimin grimaced at the humor lacing his voice, of course they knew what had happened to a degree, Tae just insisted on torturing Jimin whenever given the chance.

“Nope, we’re fine as you can clearly see.” Jimin replied, shoving Taehyung playfully. Taehyung was just relived to see his soul mates sour mood having finally lifted, everyone was tried of walking on eggshells around him. Jungkook had been the ringleader behind putting them in close confines together to hash out their differences.

You had quickly snuck out of the car while Jimin was distracted with Taehyung, making your way towards the others. Just as you approached the other car a massive doberman appeared, rounding the corner with Jungkook in tow. He tackled you to the ground proceededing to happily lick you to death. You laughed, doing your best to fend off the slobber monster.

“BAM! No! Bad Bam! that's not how we greet Y/N!” He laughed dragging him off of you, bam took off running to find his next victim, Jimin, who immediately fawned over him in an adorable baby voice.

“Ohh Bammm, look at you! You got so big! Ohh who’s a good boy!”

Jungkook picked you up from the ground as if you weighed nothing, trying in vain to wipe at the muddy paw prints scattered across your shirt, “Sorry about that, he’s still a baby. I asked our manager to steal him away from training camp for a while so you could meet him, guess he still needs some work.” Jungkook explained, that adorable bunny smile making your heart skip a beat.

You watched the so-called ‘puppy’ bounce between the members happily, moving from one person to the next to receive attention. Taehyung took off in a sprint causing Bam to give chase, tackling him to the ground once he inevitably caught him, they rolled around like little kids in the grass.

“He’s so cute, hard to believe he's a puppy though!” Man that was going to be one big dog when it was full grown, he was surely as big as you and he was still a puppy. They always said you could tell how big a dog would be based on its paw size, well those damn paws were huge. Like father like son I suppose, you weren’t sure if the muscle bunny was ever going to stop growing either. You subtly eyed his chest as he stood beside you watching Bam with an adorable look on his face. Surely he as flexing or sticking out his chest on purpose?

“He’s not that big. Maybe you’re just small..” He dropped an arm around your shoulder pinching your cheek playfully. You stuck your tongue out in response to the comment, “The best things come in small packages!” Jungkook’s eyes widened as he processed that phrase, he held his tongue before he made a comment in return. Best things indeed…

“Alright, let’s figure out who’s staying where! Y/N since you’re the guest of honor you can choose your room first. Both of those houses are where the rooms are located, so go ahead and pick one and we’ll bring your luggage.” Namjoon motioned towards the two houses.

You grabbed at your suitcase, “I can take it up to my room, it’s not a big deal. I think there’s enough to unpack without making one of you follow me around with my luggage.” Never one to inconvenience anyone, you made a move to head towards the houses only for Jungkook to block your path. He had his arms crossed over his chest as he glanced down at the suitcase and then back to your face. Snatching the bag before you could even form a protest, he simply hefted it up and over his shoulder without a single word.

Everyone behind you was laughing as they watched you stand there mouth agape as Jungkook headed up the hill, luggage in tow. “I don’t think you’re going to get away with saying no to JK.” Taehyung smiled at the youngest antics.

“Okay okay, fine! I surrender to your sexist need to carry my luggage!” You threw your hands in the air exasperated, running to catch up to Jungkook and his long ass legs.

“It’s not sexist, it’s just good manners. Do men in America not have manners anymore or something?” Jungkook frowned, studying you curiously as he came to a stop.

You’d never really thought about that before, but when had men stopped being polite to women in your eyes. Between the men only trying to get in your pants and the men who always let you down, you had somehow lost faith in men. Your mom always blamed it in feminism, saying we forced men to become these weak creatures who weren’t real men anymore.

“I… don’t know honestly, I guess I haven’t had very many good examples of men in my life,” You tried to remember the last time a man you had dated held open a door for you, or offered to carry something heavy. Maybe on the first date? Definitely not once you’d slept together.

Jungkook frowned at the thoughts crossing your head, determined now more than ever to change your view on men, well at least his memebers. He vowed to do everything possible to spoil you now that they had found you, and hopefully you would have you by their sides forever.

Everyone settled into their rooms and was unloading their luggage, you had chosen a room on the second floor with a great view of the entire property. You could hear Bam bouncing around in the room below you. You may or may not have chosen this room because you hoped just maybe you could coax him into sleeping with you, you missed your own animals back home.

Jimin had taken great pleasure in knowing you were sleeping in the same room he had chosen during the filming of the show. Which of course he had made a comment about, how you were sleeping in the same bed as him.

You slammed the door in his face before he could see the furious blush on your face. You knew he was the king of flirting, you were just somehow never prepared when that flirting was directed at you.

You fell back onto the bed with a sigh, lifting your phone above your head as you eyed the zero bars. Of course you would have no service way out in the middle of nowhere like this, you weren’t sure why you expected anything differently.

You really needed to get a new phone soon, you had brought yours from America in hopes of using it at least until you were able to get something here. In the meantime you had to refrain from calling and texting as much as possible, not wanting to drive your cell phone bill up with international fees.

Surely this place had WiFi? You could connect to the internet and then at least your phone wouldn’t be completely worthless. You could at least still receive calls and texts, if not send them out as often. You quickly sent a text off to Jungkook asking what the WiFi was.

Jungkook suddenly appeared in your peripheral scaring the shit out of you. How had he gotten up the stairs so damn quickly without you hearing him, “Jungkook! Shit! Make a noise or something would ya, scared me to death!” You squealed, sitting up on your bed as he shot you a disarming smile. “You need to wear a bell…”

“Sorry, I thought I’d just bring the wifi information upstairs.” He scratched at the back of his head sheepishly, showing you the slip of paper with the name and password on it.

“Thank you,” You took the paper flashing him a smile in thanks. Jungkook collapsed in a chair in the corner, rubbing Bams head affectionally who had followed him. Suddenly a string of chimes rang out from your phone, your eyes widening as you stared at the screen in silence.

“Whoa, someone’s really been trying to get ahold of you!” He stood to make his way over, curious to see just who was blowing up your phone.

You panicked, cradling the phone to your chest to hide the messages, “Yah, Its just--uh Mel... probably wondering why I wasn’t responding, she’s never been very patient. I should probably answer her!” You flinched at the strain lacing your voice, hoping that you didn’t come off as nervous as you suddenly felt; fear coursing through your body.

Jungkook froze in his steps eyeing you quizzically, “Oh.. yah. I’m sure she’s worried about you.” He studied you a moment longer, not liking how pale your face had become. He didn’t want to overreact though, maybe it was something embarrassing you hadn’t wanted him to see? “I guess I’ll leave you to it?” He moved to leave, hesitating only a moment as he eyed you over his shoulder scanning your phone with a odd look on your face.

“I’ll be down soon.” You forced a smile on your face as he left, locking the door after him. Collapsing on the bed you read through the messages that flooded your screen.

Die bitch!!

How dare you come to Korea! Stay away from BTS!

They would never like an ugly bitch like you!

The messages just got worse the further down your screen you read as you fought back the tears swimming in your eyes. You knew things would get messy when you got involved with BTS, you knew the risk you were taking from the moment you found out they were your Soul Flames. You told yourself this over and over again, tried to remind yourself before you left for Korea what you were potentially walking into. But to this extent? When all they knew is you were in Seoul? You can’t even imagine what would happen when they found out your involvement with BTS.

After you had finally deleted the last of the disgusting messages from your phone you tossed it aside.

They were just idle threats from crazy fans, right?

Nothing was going to happen as long as you were under their protection. You’d heard many times of fans getting ahold of members numbers, so this was something you should have come to expect I guess. Good thing you were going to be getting a new phone here soon, a new number and a new start.

Taehyung had been the one to finally drag you from your room; you had succumbed to sleep once you’d settled in your room, since you’d left so early in the morning and you were not a morning person.

Now that you were sufficiently stuffed from the meal the boys prepared, the boys being Jungkook, Jimin and Tae of course. Namjoon was banned from the kitchen for obvious reasons. You watched fondly as Tae and Jungkook sang along to some unfamiliar song on the karaoke machine. Namjoon was absent, having secluded himself upstairs in the library to get some peaceful reading in. Not that it was very peaceful with Jungkook and Taehyung belting out at the top of their lungs, but he was probably so used to it by now.

Jimin had chosen to sit unbearably close to you, regardless of all the open seats available. You tried your best to ignore the way his thigh was pressed up against yours, instead focusing on the boys antics as they tried to one up each other.

The weight of Jimins head hitting your lap startled you. He whined playfully, making grabby hands in your direction. “W-What?” you stammered nervously, unsure exactly what he was up to now. It always amazed you how he could drive women crazy one second with his sexual persona and then turn them into simpering babies the next with his mischievous ways.

“Rub my head... please?” He replied brazenly, biting his lower lip in that signature look as his gaze zeroed in your movements as he felt you squirm under his scrutiny.

“Stop looking at me like that!” You whispered vehemently, tugging on his locks in retaliation.

“Like what? I’m not doing anything...” He flashed you a bright smile, his eyes almost disappearing into two little crescent shapes. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. Even if he hadn’t been able to feel your arousal, the flush to your cheeks was evident enough.

You quickly brought your attention back to the boys singing, your fingers nervously lacing through his fluffy hair. It was just as unbelievably soft as you had dreamt, you could run your fingers through it all day... your own personal stress reliever. No wonder he was always playing with his hair, you would too if this was how yours felt. All at once you could picture your hands, pulling on those locks as he thrust deeply--

You stood abruptly, depositing Jimin on the floor. To which he let out a huff of breathe to show his annoyance, rolling his eyes before moving to sit back on the couch. There was only so many times he was going to let you brush him off and he was quickly approaching his threshold, he didn’t have much patience to begin with when he decided he wanted something.

Taehyung grabbed your hands pulling you flush against his body as a soft melody started playing from the karaoke machine.

“Dance with me!” He spun you around gently, a boxy smile plastered on his face as you clumsily tried to keep up with his dizzying dance steps. You both giggled like little children as you let him lead you about the living room.

Just when you were starting to get dizzy from all the spinning Jungkook pulled you from Tae’s arms, positioning you in front of the tv screen. His body enveloping you from behind, molding your back to his front. His sweet voice tickled your ears as he sang for you, causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. All the attention from these boys was starting to get to you as you felt your body heat up in a pleasant way.

All the while Jimin watched you from his seat on the couch, where he had climbed back up after being so swiftly tossed on the floor. A pout marring his face as he narrowed his eyes at the younger pair having ruined his moment with you. He willed you to look back at him so he could convey his displeasure but your eyes stayed glued to the screen as he watched you turn best red under Jungkooks spell.

You swallowed nervously, feeling the heat prickle your skin as you tried not to focus on the way Jungkooks fingers trailed teasingly up and down your arm as he sang. He probably wasn’t even aware he was doing it, you thought. You gasped as he nipped at your lobe playfully, breaking free from his arms.

“I’m gonna get some air!” You declared, making your way outside as fast as humanly possible as you willed your heart to stop racing.

You sat outside at the pools edge, dangling your feet in the cool water below. Though it was obviously even hotter outside, this kind of heat didn’t bother you nearly as much as the heat that radiated through your body when you were in close proximity of your soul flames.

A stream of cold water hit the back of your head making you jump, turning to find the source. There stood Jimin armed with a water gun, a playful smirk gracing his face. He took off in a fit of giggles as you gave chase, jumping away from the pool and grabbing the nearest gun. “Jimin! You’re gonna pay for that!”

You chased Jimin across the expansive yard, getting some choice shots in here and there, one particularly good one landing right on that deliciously taunt behind of his. But he was soon out of reach of your gun, years of dance giving him an advantage as he rounded the basketball court. You hatched a devious plan in your head, stopping alongside the court as you laid down pretending like you fell, “Ouch!!” You shouted, reaching for your foot as you lay wounded on the ground.

Jimin immediately froze, running back to you in concern, “What happened?! Are you okay? Where does it hurt?” He reached for your ‘injured’ foot just as you took aim and shot him square in the face in retaliation. He stared aghast as you stood up to show him you were totally fine, a cocky grin on your face, “Gotcha!” You laughed, dancing around him in a victory dance.

You suddenly found yourself pressed back to the hard ground, your gun wrenched from your hand and flung across the grass. Jimins body covered yours, the plastic barrel of his water gun pressed to your head. “Clever girl… too bad you let your guard down too soon. Surrender!”

You held your hands up, “I give! I give! You win Jimin!” He smiled triumphantly, his gaze wandering down to your lips before moving back to your eyes. “What do I win? Hmm?” He quietly trailed the gun from your temple across your lips and down your neck, tapping it against your chest in playful manor.

“The pleasure of me not murdering you for ruining my quiet moment by the pool?” You mused, ignoring the not so subtle way he was eyeing your mouth.

He hummed in contemplation, his free hand sliding to the small of your back pulling you ever closer until your bodies were pressed against each other intimately, his knee wedged between your legs to keep them apart. “Well that's not a very good prize, try again.”

You could barely form a logical thought at that point, his breathe fanning against your lips driving you crazy as you laid frozen beneath his perusal. Your traitorous body responded for you as your back arched pressing ever closer to his warmth. “Jimin..” you whispered, fingers splayed across his chest as you felt yourself fall under the spell of his seductive gaze.

“Yes baby?” He cocked his head fondly, fingers digging into your hips as he held himself back, waiting patiently.

You swallowed nervously, chewing on your lower lip as you remembered the way his lips had felt against yours, your mind and body at war with each other. “What do you want?”

He smiled at your sudden shyness, “A kiss?” He replied, his gun abandoned as he swept his thumb along your lower lip awaiting your reply. You didn’t even realize the power you held over them already, one word from you and he would go to the ends of the earth, do anything you wished.

“I guess that's okay...” you smiled, trying to hide your nervousness. This was different from your previous kiss, you hadn’t known what was coming when he kissed you the first time. Now laying here waiting for him to kiss you was pure torture. Time ticked by, seconds feeling like hours as you followed the movement of his tongue across his lips, wetting your own in anticipation, “Jimi--”

His lips crushed yours in a desperate kiss, insistently prying your mouth open so he could taste you. His palms cradled your face as he angled your face to his liking, nipping playfully at your bottom lip.

“Jimin” You whispered against his lips, his name barely auditable amongst your shared breathe as you pushed against his chest to get his attention. Both of you staring wordlessly at each other while you caught your breathe.

“I’m scared..” The words finally spilled out, “The bond, I’m just not ready yet… I need more time.” You tried to explain to lighten the hurt you saw reflected on his face. “I really like all of you… so much… I’m just not ready for the bond yet. I need more time, I think mayb—“

Jimin pressed a finger to your lips silencing your protests, “Its okay, I understand. I would never force you to do something you don’t want to do, so lets just take it slow, alright?” He smiled, lips ghosting over yours as he leant down to press a lingering kiss to your lips once more.

“Can I have a small taste?” He whispered, running his tongue along the seam of your lips before leaning back to shoot you a sinful smirk. “I won’t go any further than that, please…” He leant back to gauge your reaction, taking note of your heated face with a pleased smile. “Y/N? Baby… you need to answer me.” His voice held a note of teasing.

Staring up into Jimin’s handsome face you were suddenly extremely nervous. You weren’t sure if you could ever live up to any expectations he might have. He was a world famous celebrity, you were just some regular old girl from America. Surely he had been with all kinds of beautiful models and celebrities... you could never live up to that. What if he took one look at you and decided he didn’t want to be your Soul Flame anymore, decided you weren’t worth it after all.

Jimin abruptly pulled you from your thoughts, pinning your hands up above your head. His eyes narrowed as he spoke, “Y/N, stop it. None of us would ever! You are absolutely beautiful, and I’m proud your my Soul Flame. Let me show you, how much I absolutely adore every inch of you.. let me love you.” His face softened as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, releasing your hands to cradle your face in his as he peppered your face with kisses playfully.

You giggled trying to turn away as he nipped at your nose, “Okay! Okay! Promise you won’t be disappointed? I’m not exactly that experienced..” You thought back to your previous boyfriends, they’d usually been so caught up in finishing themselves they never really cared about your pleasure. The few times they had gone down on you it just felt, awkward and messy... you never understood how women could get pleasure from such a thing.

He threw his head back in laughter, “Baby... you don’t have to worry about that.” He then swept you up into his arms, intent on carrying you to the house.

“Where are we going?” You exclaimed, clinging to him afraid he might drop you at any moment.Your brain had a hard time processing such a slender body as Jimin’s was able to carry you so easily.

“Unless you feel like putting on a show for the rest of the guys… I’m taking us to your room.” He sauntered cockily into the house, taking two steps at a time until he finally made it to your bedroom. “I mean, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind, but I thought that might be a too much too soon for you baby girl.” He chuckled, dropping you unceremoniously on the bed.

You clutched the sheets below, your mind raced at the idea of the other members being present. You body betrayed you, instantly heating at the thought as you could feel your panties becoming wet at the sheer idea. How would they react to seeing you and Jimin together?

“Hmmm… you don’t seem opposed to the idea.” His smile grew as he felt your thoughts, “Noted.”

“What, I didn’t—… no, I wasn’t thinking of—… Jimin!” You sputtered, trying to regain some control over your thoughts. “Dammit, this really isn’t fair! Stop listening to my thoughts.” You pouted, sitting upright on the bed to show your annoyance at him constantly intruding.

He held his hands up in surrender, “Hey I can’t help it! You are more than welcome to read my thoughts anytime you want… once you bond with me that is.” He countered, knowing full well you weren’t ready so there was nothing you could do.

“For now, just think of me... and only me.” His sinful voice warmed your body as he climbed on the bed atop of you, forcing you further up until your head hit the headboard. His lips met yours passionately, letting the weight of his body press you into the mattress below.

Suddenly all your thoughts were indeed focused on Jimin, lacing your fingers through his hair to keep his mouth against yours. He ravaged your mouth exquisitely, controlling the kiss with a kind of ease only someone as skilled as him you imagined could. You wouldn’t mind kissing him for the rest of your life, this is it, you thought, you could die right now, right here and be totally happy. Just wrapped up in Jimin’s arms as he kissed you into oblivion.

His hands moved down your sides, skimming over your stomach and down to grab your ass as he ground himself into you so you could feel the large bulge he already sported, leaving no doubt as to how he felt in that moment.

You let out a quiet moan against his mouth without meaning to, he quickly responded with one of his own as he left the sweetness of your mouth to trail soft kisses along your neck. He stopped, the sudden urge to mark you for everyone to see overtaking him. He licked at a strip of skin beneath your ear, biting down swiftly before taking the skin into his mouth and sucking gently.

You jumped at the sudden sensation, fingers digging into his scalp as you felt a tingle shoot straight to your core causing your nipples to pebble. As fast it came it was gone though as he pulled back to observe his artwork with a pleased smile, “Mine.” He growled, touching the blotch of purple marring your skin.

He moved down your body then, hiking up your shirt to kiss every inch of skin displayed. You found yourself squirming beneath his touch, every press of his lips driving your crazy. It felt like your whole body was on fire, but something was still missing. “Jiminie...” You whined, unsure of what you were trying to voice but hoping he would be able to sate this fire he started.

“Shh.. I’ll take care of you.” He whispered against your stomach, reaching up to undo your shorts as he slowly peeled them down your legs and out of the way.

He bit his lip at the sight of the large wet spot forming on your underwear, cursing under his breathe as he cupped your heat. “So wet for me already? I’ve barely touched you.”

You covered your face in embarrassment, barely resisting the urge to ground yourself against his hand. Jimin had the ability to make you wet simply by staring at you, it was no wonder you were already so wet with the attention he was giving you. You were pretty sure you’ve been in a permanent state of arousal since your car ride here.

He chuckled, reaching up to pull your hands away from your face, “No hiding. I want to see your face when I taste you...” He ever so slowly began peeling your underwear down your legs, groaning at the sight of your arousal sticking to the fabric. “Shit, baby... your killing me. I wanna go slow, I really do but...” He trailed his middle finger down your slit collecting your arousal, “Your so fucking wet.”

He used your slick to rub circles on your clit, eliciting a moan from your lips as you arched against his ministrations. You’d never felt so turned on before, with just a single touch he was already driving you crazy and you couldn’t explain it.

“Does that feel good baby?” He craved your praise, needed to hear it from your lips. “Tell me how you feel...” He whispered, leaning down to take your clit into his mouth he began sucking lightly as his hands gripped your thighs to pry your legs further apart for him to lay between them.

You moaned loudly, “Jimin! Oh my god.. that feels amazing! Don’t stop!” You couldn’t believe the words escaping your mouth, you had never been one for dirty talk and yet here you were, egging him on.

Suddenly he was attacking you with gusto at your praise, his tongue sliding between your folds thrusting into your aching core. His fingers digging into your flesh as he lapped at your arousal letting none go to waste, he groaned his approval the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure through your body.

You suddenly felt a pressure build up in your stomach unlike anything you’d experienced before, your whole body tensing up as you fought whatever was happening.

Jimin’s hand moved from your thigh to your hand, fingers weaving through yours comfortingly. “Don’t fight it baby, just let it happen.” He gave one last lingering lick to your center before sucking your clit back into his mouth as he slowly pushed his middle finger into your pussy.

Your walls immediately squeezed his finger as he lapped at your clit, letting you become accustom to the feeling before sliding a second finger inside. Once he felt you loosen he angled his fingers, pressing down against that rough spot with with ease.

You squirmed, trying in vain to squeeze your legs shut against the sensation, “Shit! Jimin!!” Swiftly covering your mouth in embarrassment at your outburst, Jimin however just giggled in response obviously happy at your comment.

He began thrusting his fingers in and out, hitting that rough patch with each motion as his tongue licked along your lips before coming back to flick at your clit. Your hips naturally started rocking against his face and hands, squeezing his fingers deep inside you.

Everything he was doing was feeling unbelievably amazing, the pressure you had felt before was slowly spiraling, a pleasant tingling sensation causing your toes to curl.

All at once his pace increased, applying even more pressure than before with each thrust. Your back arched off the bed as you felt the pressure build up inside of you like nothing before, “Jimin!” You screamed his name, suddenly unsure.

“Let go baby..” He nipped at your clit taking it into his mouth sucking deeply just as his fingers curled applying deep pressure to your g spot.

Then all at once that damn was breaking causing you to scream out his name in pleasure. A rush of arousal gushed from your core coating his face as he lapped at the liquid with a growl of approval. Your whole body tingled as you went tense, light tremors causing your arms and legs to tremble occasionally.

Once you finally came back down it was to Jimin’s soft kitten licks at your clit, you inched back from the overstimulation only to realize his fingers were still softly thrusting inside of you as well. You whimpered, pushing at his head between your legs, “Jiminie...”

He sucked gently once more on your clit, never stopping his fingers movements, “You can do one more for me, can’t you baby girl?” His hot breathe fanned your arousal once again as you slowly felt the overstimulation give way to pleasure once more.

“I don’t know... I’ve never done that before...” You moaned quietly, to which he moaned in return, taking great pleasure in knowing he was the first to make you squirt like that. Ever so slowly he slid a third finger inside of you, curling them again just right to rub at that patch inside you that gave you so much pleasure.

“I can feel it... right here, its still full.” He smirked, applying the slightest pressure against your g spot where he could feel more fluid just waiting to come out. You moaned in reply, thrusting up against his palm as he ground it down into your clit.

He had his response then, all at once his fingers moved again at lightening speed pressing harder and harder against your g spot with each thrust. He moved from between your legs, never stopping his pace he kissed you deeply, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips.

“Does it feel good? Are you gonna cum again Y/N?” He egged you on, grinding your clit against his palm as his other hand moved to cup your breast over your shirt, altering between squeezing and tweaking your nipple through the rough fabric of your bra.

He whimpered as you noticed he’d begun thrusting his hard bulge against your side. You brazenly reached down to help him relieve some of the pressure, grabbing his dick through his shorts. You were shocked to find your fingers could barely wrap around it, he was a lot bigger than you would have ever guessed.

He groaned, encouraging you as he thrust into your hand that was sliding up and down his length, “Fuck, Y/N.. faster.” You started moving faster at his request as he increased the speed of his fingers to mimic you. You both raced towards your release quickly. This being your second you hadn’t expected it to crash into you even harder than the first one, you screamed, your body going taunt at the rivets of cum escaped your body seemed never ending, soaking his body and your sheets below.

Jimin collapsed against you, allowing his full weight to rest against your side as he tried to catch his breathe. He has never cum that hard before in his life, and he hadn't even been inside you. He could only imagine the pleasure it would bring to finally complete this bond.

You lay like that for a while trying to to catch your breathe. Once Jimin recovered he quickly made his way to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth. You winced slightly when he made a move to clean you up, “Sorry, I hope I wasn’t too rough on you.” He whispered, trying to be as careful as possible.

You giggled, feeling suddenly shy, “I’m alright... that was amazing actually, I’ve never.. well, you know..” You motioned towards the sheets which would obviously have to be washed, “Done that before.”

You felt your face heat up at the comment. Squirt Y/N, just say it... he had made you squirt. Something you had thought was like the unicorn of sex so to speak. Something you thought honestly was entirely made up by to fuel porn movies.

Jimin smiled proudly, grabbing a blanket from the closet to cover you up as he snuggled beside you in bed. “Well, I’m afraid this comforter is done for.”

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So here’s a poll for you guys, since my updates seem to be rather far apart based on my schedule and life situations.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR! 🎉

Well, my family has been in and out of the hospital with every sickness known to mankind the past two weeks. So real fun start to the year here 😑 Hope all of yours has gone better than mine!

Suffice to say I haven’t had time to finish up the latest chapter of SMSOF, I’m sorry! 🙇🏼‍♀️ I will try my very best now that we are all on the mend to get it out as soon as possible to all who are waiting!

Thank you for sticking around!!

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I hope everyone has been having a good holiday season!

I’ve been very busy with family stuff lately, I’m hoping to finish up the latest chapter of SMSOF at the beginning of the new year, please look forward to it!

Happy Holidays!! 💋

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Set My Soul On Fire [5] | 18+

Rating: 18+

Genre: idol!au, smut, angst, fluff

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Namjoon x Reader

Status: Ongoing

Word Count: 4.3k

Author’s Note: Yay, I’ve reached 500 followers! In honor of that, please enjoy the next chapter of Set my Soul on Fire! Thank you!!!!

Yes lots happening in this chapter, lots that will be touched on in later chapters.

This is all fictional.

“We should stop.” You moaned, your voice sounding not the least bit convincing as Namjoon littered the tops of your breasts with soft kisses, he didn’t even bother to look up at your comment.

“We should.” He hummed, the vibration sending a shiver straight through your body. His fingers deftly pulling down one cup then the other of your bra allowing your breasts to spill out. He paused, eyes glued to your bare breasts as he let out a deep groan, thumbs grazing the underside of your breasts as he took in the site.

Your flushed under his gaze, feeling suddenly shy as he stared at your bare breasts. He quickly stopped your hands as they moved to cover yourself, “Don’t hide from me love. You’re absolutely fucking breathtaking.”

His comments only caused more blood to rush to your face as you looked away from his intimidating stare. Your last boyfriend was so long ago you could barely remember how to felt to be intimate with someone. Mel had tried to convince you to at least enjoy some one night stands, but that was never you. Sex with no feelings involved, with complete strangers... it just never appealed to you. It was hard enough to be vulnerable to someone you had feelings for, let alone a stranger.

He cupped your breasts, admiring the way you perfectly fit his large hands. Leaning down to take a pert nipple between his lips, his tongue swirling teasingly around the hardened bud before biting lightly. His hand moving to the other and beginning to lightly twist and pull on your nipple

“Namjoon!” Your fingers dug into his shoulders at the sudden jolt of pleasure. Funny, you’d always thought you just weren't sensitive when it came to your breasts, when other men had tried you ended up having to fake comments here and there like, ‘oh that feels so good’. Turns out maybe you just never had the right partner.

The dim interior of the van suddenly lit up as a phone vibrated to life nearby causing Namjoon to groan. He ignored the phone in favor of switching his attention to your other breast, sucking gently on the your nipple. His hand snaking around your waist to grab a handful of your ass, pressing you down against his growing bulge as he thrust against your core. You let out a quiet moan, he quickly responded with one of his own, grinding his hips up into you once more.

The phone rang yet again causing Namjoon to pause in his actions, removing his lips from your breasts with a pop as he laid his head against your frantically beating heart. He seemed to contemplate something before finally picking up the phone angrily, “WHAT??”

You startled at the sound of his livid voice, stilling like a deer in headlights as you watched that all too familiar jut of his chin appear. Something about him all hot and bothered sent a tingle coursing through your body turning you on even more.

“Sorry to interrupt your date, but you’re needed back at the dorm… now.” Yoongi sounded on edge about something, it had Namjoon quickly snapping back to reality.

“We’re already here, we’ll be up in a minute.” With that he hung up and threw the phone across the seat. His hand returned to your waist, massaging gently as he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your neck sucking the skin into his mouth. He pulled back moments later to admire his work, a dark purple spot marring your neck now marking you as his.

He looked up at you apologetically, a mischievous look crossing his face, “Sorry love, looks like we’ll have to stop here for now.”

Your eyes widened as reality came crashing down, you practically fell off his lap in your haste to redo your bra and make yourself presentable again. Once the haze of desire had lifted you realized exactly what mortifying position you had found yourself in, breasts bare, grinding yourself down on his lap.

You can honestly say you have no idea what came over you. Blame it on the adrenaline of what had happened. You had felt so safe in his arms, then the next thing you knew you were in his lap.

Jesus Y/N, did you have any morals whatsoever. First it was Jungkook, then Taehyung and now Namjoon?! What happened to taking things slow and getting to know each other. Why couldn’t you just keep your hands to yourself.

Namjoon frowned beside you as your thoughts came crashing down, just as he was about to reach for you and comfort you, tell you this was perfectly normal, his phone rang yet again.

“We’re coming!!”

“How does this keep happening?!?” Jungkook shouting was the first sound you were greeted with as you opened the door. All the members were there, along with their manager and Mr. Bang.

Jungkook was pacing the floor as Jimin seemed to be trying and failing to calm him down, the rest of them didn’t appear to be handling whatever was going on much better.

Hobi greeted you as you entered, a fake smile plastered on his face as he threw an arm around your shoulder guiding you to sit in front of Mr. Bang.

Jungkook immediately sat in the space next to you, taking your hand to calm his racing nerves. He immediately felt calmer having you in his presence, seeing that you were safe with them where they could protect you.

“Okay, you guys are officially freaking me out.” You finally spoke up, looking around at the various expressions on their faces. You may have only know them a short while, but it was enough to know something was wrong.

“Namjoon, please take a seat.” Their manager spoke up as Mr. Bang pulled out his laptop sliding it around and opening it for us to see.

Right there plastered across some Korean site you couldn’t read, unfortunately your understanding of Korean only went as far as your soul flames, was you... smiling, laughing, oblivious to the camera’s as you walked around the museum with Namjoon. Of course you couldn’t tell it was Namjoon, wearing a hat and mask it could be anyone.

Namjoon exploded, “We just left the fucking museum! When did they post that?!” He exclaimed, jumping up from his seat as he stared down at the laptop as if he might throw it against the wall at any moment. You could practically see the anger radiating off his body.

Mr. Bang sighed, closing the laptop lid, “We aren’t sure, what we do know is someone has been doing some digging around this past month when all seemed quiet. We thought we had everything taken care of after the concert. It seemed like the story we gave was accepted and no further news had come from it--We were wrong. I’m so very sorry Y/N—,” He paused, seeming hesitant to continue, “Your name was also revealed in the article.”

The room went deathly silent.

Your fingers grasped desperately at the couch below you as the room suddenly started spinning before your very eyes. The voices around you fading away until all you could hear was your frantically beating heart.

They knew your name.

They knew your face.

“Take a breathe Y/N” Hobi shook your shoulders lightly having felt you go stiff beside him. Everyone else too busy currently having a screaming match with Mr. Bang about the situation to take notice. Their feelings so strong they had yet to feel the anxiety attack looming in their soul flame.

What if they found out where you lived... where your mom lived...

Your breathing became labored as you thought of every possible worst case scenario, your anxiety swiftly spiraling out of control.

“From the looks of the article they don’t seem to know who she was with at the museum, that's a positive. If they had been able to identify Namjoon this would be a totally different conversation.” Mr. Bang cleared his throat, trying to placate the members.

“Well great, isn't that just fucking perfect. We’re safe, but oh by the way, Y/N is now being targeted.” Jungkook spit out, glaring angrily at Mr. Bang as he threw his hands up in the air.

“Jungkook.” Namjoon having finally calmed down, placed a hand on Jungkook’s chest, his gaze willing him to settle down. “None of this is helping, let’s focus on finding a solution to the problem first.”

“Uh, guys...?” Taehyung spoke up from your feet having moved to kneel in front of you. He had finally felt your anxiety come crashing through his own thoughts, racing to your side to take in your face devoid of color.

Namjoon and Jungkook swung around at his worried voice, noticing both Taehyung and Hobi cradling either of your hands as your eyes stared sightless ahead of you.

“Shit!” Jungkook exclaimed, “Y/N!” Namjoon collapsed at your side, placing his hand on your knee as he tried to gain your attention.”Look at me Y/N..”

“Everything’s okay, everything’s going to be fine.” Jungkook spoke softly, running his fingers soothingly through your hair.

Jimin watched from behind Namjoon as they dotted lovingly on you, trying to calm down your frayed nerves. He felt compelled to touch you as well, to wipe away the tears he saw now falling down your cheeks. Instead he stood rooted in place, fists clenched at his side to keep from reaching out to you. At what point had he started to feel like an outsider? All his own insecurities rearing their ugly heads... you're fat, you’re ugly, how could anyone love you, she couldn’t love you.

Namjoon reached over oblivious to Jimin's presence behind him, placing his hand on your chest as he grabbed your hand placing it atop his own chest. “Come on Y/N.. breathe with me.”

You focused on the slow rising of Namjoon’s chest then, willing your lungs to cooperate. Taehyung’s face at your feet slowly came into view as the darkness crowding your vision started to fade.

“Good girl, that's it... we’re here love.” Namjoon’s deep voice broke through your consciousness as you happened a glance to him beside you. You hadn’t even noticed them crowding around you, trying to maintain consciousness through your spiraling anxiety attack.

Hands suddenly cupped your face, pulling your gaze from Namjoon to your other side to stare directly into Jungkook’s big doe eyes, “You scared the shit out of me.” His voice quaked as his thumbs moved to wipe the tears from your cheeks you hadn’t realized you shed.

Jungkook leaned down kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose before placing a soft kiss to your lips. “Please don’t do that again.” He sighed, pressing his forehead against yours as he stared deeply into your eyes.

“No promises..” You smiled sadly as your heart broke at the fear etched in his eyes.

Your mother had always told you you'd looked like you'd seen a ghost or something during your panic attacks. You’d turn white, start shaking, sweating. The first time it had happened she took you straight to the emergency room having not known what to do.

Once you’d sufficiently calmed down they ushered you into your room and tucked you into bed insisting that you leave everything to them. You knew they didn’t want you to worry more than you already were, but a part of you felt worthless at not being able to help them devise a plan.

“We’ll fill you in on all the details later, for now just rest.. please?” Namjoon begged, running his fingers through your hair soothingly before turning to leave.

It was several hours later when you finally awoke, if the darkened skies were any indication. Your phone chimed waking you from your deep sleep. You drowsily reached for your phone to check the notifications. What you read had all the color draining from your face...

Stay the fuck away from BTS or else.

The phone slipped from your fingers falling to the floor as you sat frozen.

Suddenly the door crashed open, Jungkook barreling into the room as he felt your sudden fear. You fumbled from the bed, reaching for the phone before he had a chance to see the message.

“Whats wrong?!” He asked, Namjoon, Taehyung and Jimin fast on his heels as they glanced around the room for an intruder or something.

You clutched the phone to your chest, trying to silence the thoughts racing in your head so they didn’t find our about the threatening text, “Nothing! I uh--... I just had a nightmare that’s all.” You quickly made up a story to placate them, not wanting to make them anymore nervous than they already were with the situation at present.

“Oh..” Jungkook laughed, “I thought maybe you were having another panic attack.. or something.” They all visibly relaxed at the news.

“Well, now that your awake... you want to come out and we’ll fill you in on the plan going forward? Jin made some food for us earlier too, he left you a plate for when you got up.” You smiled at the prospect of food, your stomach growling in response.

Out in the living room you noticed everyone else had left at some point, leaving you and your soul flames alone once again. The members chatted animatedly amongst themselves as you filled your belly, Jungkook and Taehyung up to their usual hijinks.

Once you had finished and Jungkook cleared away the dishes, you all came to sit on the couches. “So..” Namjoon spoke up, “Obviously this situation isn’t ideal. We’re all beyond sorry that you were exposed, we all agreed we should have been more careful, made you wear a mask and hat. Going forward we will make sure you’re properly disguised. Also we will have to take bodyguards with us whenever we leave the dorm for safety. Even disguised, we don’t want to take the risk of anything happening.”

“Even though I can obviously protect you myself..” Jungkook mumbled under his breathe making you laugh.

“Yes, Yes... we know muscle bunny.” Taehyung laughed putting him in a head lock, Jungkook lightly jabbed him in the ribs causing him to release him.

“Our team has already had the article taken down, as well as any other related articles released. We’re just going to have to see if any repercussions come from it being up for the time is was. Since that article will make it extremely difficult to spend time outside together, our manager came up with the idea of spending the next week or so at our property that was built for In The Soop, give the public time to forget about everything and possibly focus on another story.”

Your eyes lit up at the prospect of spending time at the sprawling estate you had seen in the show. You had dreamt about spending time their since binge watching the second season, like any other ARMY had I’m sure. Now given the opportunity to escape reality back here you couldn’t help but jump at the chance.

“Yes!” You squealed before he even finished his sentence, everyone jumped at your enthusiastic response. Suddenly two arms wrapped around you swinging you into the air, you could tell by the tattoos it was Jungkook.

“Yay! We’re going to have so much fun! I’m gonna bring Bam, I just know your going to love him! We can go swimming, and play volleyball, and barbecue--” He rambled on as the others laughed at his antics, ever the maknae.

“Well then, it’s decided.” Namjoon clapped, “We’ll leave first thing in the morning!”

Everyone hurried back to their rooms to ready their bags, luckily you hadn’t unpacked much having just arrived a few days ago so there wasn’t much packing you had to do. Instead you sat on your bed, staring intently at the message on your phone you had momentarily forgotten about.

You chewed your bottom lip nervously, you really didn’t want to worry the members any more than they already were. It was probably nothing, right? Sure they somehow had gotten ahold of your phone number.. that didn’t mean they could find you. It was probably just an aimless threat, trying to scare you away. For once in your life you had to start standing your ground, you couldn’t let a few text messages keep you from your soul flames.

The next morning the five of you had gathered in the garage downstairs, two cars were waiting for you. You watched as numerous pieces of luggage were shoved into the trunks and back seats leaving only the front seats open. You only had one piece of luggage, what the hell were they bringing?!

“Groceries for the week, along with some other stuff to keep us occupied.” Namjoon answered making you wonder if you had spoken aloud.

“Alright, Jungkook, me and Taehyung will ride in this car.. You and Jimin can take the other car.” You froze glancing at the car where Jimin was already adjusting the drivers seat. You were going to be alone with him for the entire ride?

Out of all your Soul Flames Jimin seemed to have the most affect on you... which scared the shit out you. You weren’t sure if it was from your attraction to him even before meeting him or the fact that the man oozed sex, you constantly found yourself switching between Jungkook your bias and Jimin your bias wrecker. The flirting gazes and lingering touches when you first met him had shaken you, to the point you had found yourself avoiding contact with him since you arrived.

You felt horrible for keeping your distance, you could feel the awkwardness growing between you. You had felt his absence, no longer was there a constant sexual tension between you, instead an uncomfortable silence. You knew you had to put on your big girl panties and breech the divide you had put between you and him, at this point you weren’t sure how though.

You slid into the passenger seat as Jimin buckled his seat belt, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes, “Ready?” You nodded silently, buckling yourself in as he started the car.

Jungkook suddenly popped out from the passenger window in the car in front of you waving, “Lets Go Go Go!” he shouted, swinging his hand like they were filming Run BTS.

The drive was about as uncomfortable as you expected, so far it had been about 30 minutes and neither of you had uttered a single word. You couldn’t even use your phone for a distraction as you had lost service once you hit the mountainous area. Instead you had opted to stare out the window, taking in the countryside of Korea.

Jimin glanced over at you occasionally, fingers tapping restlessly against the steering wheel. He inwardly cursed Jungkook and Taehyung who had insisted you and Y/N share a car alone. The drive so far had only solidified what he knew to be true, you had no feelings towards him.

He sighed softly drawing your attention, “Jimin?” He froze at your sweet voice breaking the silence in the car.

“Hm?”

“Are we... okay?” You whispered, fingers fidgeting in your lap nervously as you broached the subject.

“Sure. We’re fine.” He muttered under his breathe, he hadn’t mean for it to sound the way it had, but he couldn’t take it back now. He had meant for it to be reassuring, meant for it to sound like he was fine if you had no feelings for him.

You weren’t sure what kind of response you were expecting to get from him, but his cold response had you questioning how to mend your relationship. You racked your brain trying to figure out what to say, “I mean--uhm... you’re not mad at me are you?”

He winced at the hurt lacing your voice, was he mad? No, not at Y/N.. never at her. If anything he was mad at himself, mad that he wasn’t as smart as Namjoon, as strong as Jungkook or as good looking as Taehyung. Mad that he couldn’t gain your attention he so deeply craved.

“No, I’m not mad.”

You chewed anxiously at your bottom lip, this would be so much easier if you could feel what they were feeling. Your thoughts and feelings were so jumbled at this point he probably wasn’t sure what the hell you were thinking. “Ah.. okay.” you whispered, picking at your cuticles in nervous habit. You weren’t sure what else to say at this point, he wasn’t exactly giving you a lot to go off of in terms of starting a conversation.

They continued the rest of the drive in silence, another hour passing as Jimin felt increasingly more and more frustrated. His grip tightening on the wheel to the point that his fingers were turning white. Suddenly he swung the car to the side of the road, slamming on the brakes.

You jolted forward at the sudden stop, watching the car in front of you continue onward. Your heart jumped in your chest as you swung around to face Jimin, “What happened?!” You exclaimed, watching him unbuckle his seatbelt and turn to face you as well.

His gaze was dark and intimidating as he stared quietly at you for a moment, seemingly debating something internally.

“Jimin..?” you whispered questioningly into the silence.

“Fuck it.” He growled, leaning across the close confines of the car, his hand wrapped around the back of your head bringing you close to him as he closed the gap pressing his lips roughly against your own.

You gasped against his mouth, flattening your hands against his chest as you debated whether to push him away or pull him closer.

He had to know, had to know if there was anything between you.. damn the consequences. He could live with you not loving him, but he couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t try. If there was no spark he would give up and let the other members have you. If you truly felt nothing for him he would somehow... let you go.

His lips moved sensually against yours, tilting his head to the side as he deepened the kiss. His lips felt even more heavenly than you had imagined, you gave yourself fully over to the kiss as you opened your mouth for his prying tongue.

Jimin was unapologetic in his need, fingers tangling in your hair to tighten his hold allowing him to further taste you. The power you held over him was unfathomable, you had no idea the lengths he would go for you, no idea what you did to him. Even now he could feel how incredibly hard he had become from just one kiss, all he could think about was how badly he wanted to strip you down right here and worship each and every inch of your beautiful body, screw the fact that they were on a public road.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, no doubt one of the guys wondering where the hell they had gone once they saw you weren’t behind them anymore. He groaned, managing to peel himself away from your lips to answer the phone.

“We’re fine. Don’t worry, we’re coming.” He spouted off at Taehyung, hanging up before he could even respond.

You were still in shock, fingertips resting against your now swollen lips as you stared off into the distance in thought.

Jimin cleared his throat garnering your attention, “I’m sorry.. I--I just had to see if there was anything there.” He mumbled under his breath, hoping you weren't upset with him now. He had felt you respond, you hadn’t pushed him away like he expected and was prepared for.

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you spun around to face him again, “Something there? What--I’m confused.. How could you think that?” Your voice raised sounding slightly hysteric now, that you had even made him doubt himself and your bond was enough to break you.

“I thought.. maybe you didn't have any feelings for me, that you were only interested in the others. I can see why you would fall for them, they have everything.. the looks, the brains, the bodies. I’m nothing compared to them.” He sighed deeply, his eyes falling to his lap as he was overcome with sadness.

“Park Jimin!” You quickly reprimanded him, “Don’t you dare say you’re nothing! You are so beautiful it makes me incredibly nervous every time you look at me, and the way you dance is nothing short of amazing, and your voice is angelic. But most of all you have the biggest heart...”

You could feel the color rushing to your face as you rambled on about just how amazing he was, but damned if you were going to sit here and let him hate himself, “I’m sorry if I was distant... honestly--” You bit your lip hesitant to reveal why you had shied away from him since meeting him face to face again, “If i’m being honest, you made me nervous...you’re just so--so hot. I always found myself drawn to you and it scared me, so I kept my distance. I never meant hurt you.”

Jimin tensed, that was the last thing he expected to hear, he made you nervous? He could feel all the bad thoughts leaving his body at your words as he turned back towards you, a cocky smirk lifting his lips. “Wait, you pretended you weren’t interested because I--because you were so turned on by me it scared you?”

Your eyes widened. Shit. You had practically said that just now hadn’t you?

You stammered as you struggled to come up with a response, curling back against the car door behind you as he leant forward giving chase. The car wasn’t big enough to really escape him of course, he reached out running a finger along your cheek before gripping your chin with his thumb and index finger. He smiled wide like the cat that got the canary, making you wonder what he was thinking in that mischievous brain of his.

“I hope your ready baby, because I’m not holding back anymore.”

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Dream Walker [18+] - Teaser

Summary: Namjoon has a secret, a secret that’s about to thrust his entire life into chaos. When he finds himself drawn into a mysterious young woman’s dreams, he realizes just how much danger lurks in the nightmares and just how far he’s willing to go for her.

Rating: 18+

Genre: idol!au, supernatural, thriller, horror, romance, smut, angst, fluff

Pairings: Namjoon x Reader

Status: Ongoing

Warnings: dom!namjoon, switch!reader, slow burn smut, murder, horror, blood, mystery, cursing, mental illness, self harm (but not really), more warnings to be added in later chapters.

Author’s Note: A slight break from SMSOF to release a story that has been in the back of my mind, I’m really excited for this adventure into the supernatural and I hope you all are too! Sorry for any grammar errors, this teaser is pretty unedited. The story will be much more finessed when it is released!

This is all fictional.

Namjoon’s grandmother had always warned him this day would come.

One day you will meet the one for whom you are destined.

The one who calls out to you from the darkness.

A little girl sat alone engulfed in darkness, the sadness radiating from her tiny form palpable. Harsh scratching noises broke the silence as her little hand moved swiftly across the paper on the table.

He went to sit down in front of her, willing her to look up and meet his gaze.

“They don’t believe me… nobody ever believes me.” Her broken voice whispered. She sounded so utterly defeated, all he wanted was to gather her in his arms and tell her everything was going to be alright.

“Who doesn’t believe you?” He asked, looking around the barren dreamscape trying to make sense of any of the darkness surrounding them.

She lifted her hand in response, pointing out in the distance where a window suddenly took shape, showing a man and a woman shouting at another man. Their voices were muffled, faces masked in shadows. He could only just make out a few words here and there.

“I would never… my own child… how dare you..”

The voices grew ever louder with each word, the little girl dropping her crayon to cover her ears. She shook her head quickly back and forth, trying to shut out the noise.

The figures grew menacing, soon towering over both of you. The once recognizable forms quickly morphing to now unrecognizable monsters. Tentacles spouted where their arms once were, eyes glowing an unearthly yellow as their mouths opened to reveal numerous pointed teeth.

“Stop it! Stop please! Stop! Stop! Stop!” The little girl cried out, curling in on herself as she began rocking back and forth.

He moved quickly to shield the little girl, the minute his hand touched her back he found himself flung backwards.

The little girl stood from her seat, suddenly growing in height until a woman now stood in her place. Her eyes were filled with anger and determination as she stood unwavering in the face of the monsters she had dreamt.

Her scream suddenly pierced the air shattering the dream as a bright light engulfed her form.

“NO MORE!!!”

Namjoon jolted up from bed, sweat coating his body as he hunched over just barely managing to keep his dinner down. He clutched at his chest, willing his frantically beating heart to calm down.

What the fuck was that?

He’d never walked unintentionally into a strangers dream before. Maybe when he was learning to control his powers as a child. But as an adult, he was able to fully control who’s dreams he decided to visit and when.

Reaching up to wipe his forehead he noticed a piece of paper in his hand. He stared frozen in shock at the object come to reality. He didn’t even remember grabbing onto the drawing she had been scribbling. Hell, he wasn’t even aware he was able to bring things back from the dreamscape.

Turning the paper over to inspect the drawing, he dropped it as if it burned him. The paper was almost completely covered in black, except for two piercing red eyes staring hauntingly back at him. Eyes that looked eerily alive.

What would cause a child...

He paused, remembering how the little girl had changed before his very eyes into a woman. It wasn’t something he hadn’t seen before, people frequently dreamt of themselves at different ages. What had shaken him was the look on her face.

What would cause a woman to create such a nightmare?

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Set My Soul On Fire [4] | 18+

Rating: 18+

Genre: idol!au, smut, angst, fluff

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Namjoon x Reader

Status: Ongoing

Word Count: 4.8k

Author’s Note: Ahhhh, so sorry this took forever to release! I seriously rewrote this like a billion times, I was just never satisfied. I keep trying to get better at writing and then i’ll reread my work and it makes me feel like crap cause I wish I could convey things better.

Sometimes I really want to rush into the smut, but I really enjoy the sexual tension in the group! Having said that, things will start to progress faster now that they are on break.

This is all fictional.

You were currently sitting on the couch in BTS’s dorm, Kim Taehyung himself seated beside you. His dark gaze scanned your face, pausing at your lips before meeting your eyes once again.

He leans in close, his voice dangerously low, “Use your words princess,” sweeping the pad of his thumb along your lower lip distractingly, mouth hovering mere inches from hers.

Your breathing hitched, feeling your heart threaten to jump out of your chest as you stared at the breathtaking man before you. The seductive spell those tiger eyes weaved was even more dangerous up close and directed entirely on you. You’d seen many a woman beg for this Kim Taehyung on stage. You were sure you weren’t on fire but damned if it didn’t feel like flames licked your skin, your whole body no doubt flushed under his scrutiny. The only thing stopping you from plastering yourself against his body and letting him kiss you senseless was your stupid conscious.

Who the hell were you to kiss not just Jungkook this morning, but now the Kim Taehyung of BTS?

This intense desire you felt for these four men scared the shit out of you, not to mention you were just a random fan, a nobody... who were you to deserve their love out of the millions of army? Not to mention you’ve only even known them as human beings, not just BTS, for the past month. There was this nagging voice in the back of your head telling you to slow the fuck down, which your heart didn’t appear to be listening to as you felt drawn to his lips.

You could count on one hand how many men you’d been with in your entire life. Was there anyone who ever really made your heart beat this fast, any of them you could truely say you felt love towards? Nothing this intense that’s for sure. They were fun, but they had almost made you give up hope on finding anyone who really gave you that spark. Mel insisted you watched too many Asian dramas, read too many romance novels, etc. But you couldn’t help longing for something grand, something that set your body aflame and your heart pounding, and now that it was here… fuck, it was way more than you bargained for.

“You’re okay...” Taehyung’s soft voice interrupted your thoughts, “I don’t mind you were with Jungkook earlier.” Your eyes widened at his casual comment, you really have got to remember the whole reading of your thoughts thing dammit.

Jimin added, shoving Jungkook’s shoulder playfully, “None of us do. In fact we’re happy for both of you—albeit a bit jealous it wasn’t us.”

“You are ours, just as we are yours. Sharing is just part of the deal, even if we do get jealous sometimes.” Namjoon smiled watching Jungkook and Jimin tussle with each other.

Why hadn’t that thought crossed your mind? They all had to share you… all four of them, and one of you. Oh fuck.

Taehyung flicking your forehead broke your train of thoughts, “Stop thinking so hard! We can figure everything out, for now just be with us in this moment.” He laughed at the path your thoughts were heading. That brain of yours was always going full speed, one of your many quirks he had grown to love over the past month. “Just focus on me.” His rich baritone sent shivers down your spine, your eyes following his tongue wetting his lips.

"Taehyung…" you didn’t recognize your own voice.

Taehyung noticed your mouth part as your breathing hitched, those beautiful eyes wide with emotion. Awe. Shock. Desire. She was speechless suddenly, so you took advantage and captured those sweet lips with your own.

His lips gentle pressing tentatively against yours, testing the waters as if afraid he would scare you away. Your hands subconsciously gripped his shirt as you melted against the onslaught of his lips.

His arm encases my waist tightly looking you against him, molding his front against mine and pinning my breasts against his chest. All your previous worries melted away as you sank against him. You liked the way he felt pressed against you, the softness of your body melding against the hard ridges of his. You moan against his mouth, his soft lips moving rhythmically against mine.

Taehyung can’t help but groan, his other hand seeping into my hair, angling your head so he can deepen the kiss, plunging his tongue into your mouth, exploring skillfully with little control. “You taste even more amazing than I dreamt,” he whispered against your lips, peppering soft kisses along your jaw before diving back to your lips feverishly as he maneuvered you onto his lap.

You press yourself further into him, shuddering at the feel of his already hardening cock digging into my core just right. His kiss was all clashing teeth and dancing tongues, rolling his hips up into yours teasingly, tugging at your hair as he keeps your lips prisoner against his to ravish as he pleases. He swallows your moans, bunching the material of your shirt at your waist, fingertips sweeping teasingly along the dip of your waist.

You had all but forgotten the audience you had… that is until someone cleared their throat.

Your eyes widened, quickly jerking back from the kiss… or rather trying to. A deep growl emmated from Taehyungs as he smashed his lips back to yours rather harshly. Biting on your lower lip in retaliation for trying to end the kiss before he’d had his fill.

His tongue laved over your lower lip where he had bit, before reluctantly pulling back with a few soft pecks. A devilish smiled lit up his face as he took in your swollen lips and flushed cheeks, leaning down to whisper for your ears only, “I’ll tell you when we’re finished princess.”

The authority lacing his voice sent shivers through your body. Taehyung was the last person in BTS you had ever thought would be so dominating, not with that adorable boxy smile and tata face he liked to put on. Of course, all the boys could flip a switch at the drop of a hat… changing from adorable to sexy quick enough to give you whiplash. But you sure had Kim Taehyung pegged all wrong, and a secret part of you deep down was excited to see what else he would do.

Tae’s smirk grew as he listened in on your thoughts, he couldn’t wait to prove just how wrong you had been about him, and probably everyone else as well... if you thought he was dominating just wait until someone else showed his true colors. He chuckled softly at the thought.

“Alright, off to bed with all of you!” Namjoon’s voice rang out, breaking through the sudden silence in the room.

You were awoken by the sounds of a war going on outside your bedroom door, along with a rather colorful string of curses. Quickly jumping from your bed to investigate, which in hindsite probably wasn’t the best course of action. I mean, you’d heard some crazy stories of sasaengs stalking idols to learn where they lived, breaking into their houses, stealing some.. uh weird shit, and even worse hurting them. What exactly were you gonna do if you ran into one of those crazy fans?

What you were met with however couldn’t be further than what you’d imagined…

There stood Namjoon in the kitchen, a look of frustration on his adorable face. That face, along with the rest of his body was coated in various splotches of food. As bad as he looked though, the kitchen was what caught your eye. It was a total disaster. Did a tornado come through the house while you were sleeping? You couldn’t help but think of all those movie scenes where the kitchens were destroyed, having always joked with Mel wondering how in the world a kitchen could get that dirty, like did they use every dish in the house… well, case and point.

Oh, and there's definitely something burning on the stove judging from the smoke and the smell invading your nose.

"Uhh--... Namjoon?" He startles at the sound of your voice, dropping the knife he was holding with a shout. Somehow he managed to dodge the falling knife, given how less than graceful he normally is that was truely a feat to behold. Unfortunately you spoke too soon as he bumps into a cutting board behind him on the counter, a stream of potatoes flying through the air comically.

You tried to hold back your laughter, you really did.

He was so damn cute.

You folded over in laughter, almost falling in the process as he glanced at the potatoes littering the floor and then back to you.

"Y/N! You're up!?" His voice sounded a bit higher pitched than usual as he ran his hands down his body, picking at various pieces of food stuck to his shirt, trying to look more presentable. "I was uhh—I mean… I tried making breakfast?" His cheeks flushed an adorable shade of pink as he scratched at the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Please don't tell Jin Hyung?" Chuckling, a wide smile lifted his face making that damn dimple appear.

You moved forward quickly noticing a pot threatening to spill over, pulling it off the stove just in time.

One crisis averted.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up.. I thought it would be a nice gesture to make you breakfast. Next time I suppose I'll just order out?"

You nodded in agreement, "Yahhh, I think that would be best for all involved." You both laughed, "If Jin saw this I think he might die of a heart attack." You thought of the eldest love of cooking, how he had been sad when they first met that he hadn’t been able to give you one of his famous home cooked meals.

“I suppose he banned me from the kitchen for a reason.” Namjoon surmised.

You just laughed, “You think? Let’s just get this cleaned up before anyone else sees.”

You both got to work busily tidying up the kitchen, you would hand him the dishes and he washed, then you’d dry. When it came time to grab the mystery pot from the stove you had seen smoke billowing from, you hesitantly gandered a look inside. What remained was a charred mystery goo, your nose crinkled at the atrocious smell that permeated from it. There was no way they could possibly save this pot.

You held it up for Namjoon to see, “I think this pot has met its demise…” you laughed, pushing it up to his nose so he could take in the horrible smell himself.

He jumped back waving at the air as of it had punched him, “Oh shit! What is that smell!?”

Laughing you playfully shoved it closer to his face as he tried to get away, “I don’t know!! You tell me! You’re the one who made this abomination! Was this really once food??”

He pouted sullenly throwing the pot in the sink scrubbing harshly at the black remains. “I’ll have you know this was once a fantastic Dakjuk!”

You nodded a few times, a playful smile on your face, “Mhmm, yah, sureee.” sarcastically smarting off.

A stream of cold water hit you square in the face, squealing you turned to Namjoon in indignation. A impish smirk gracing his face as he held up the weapon directed at your face.

“Oh you did not just spray me…” your eyes narrowed, a stand off ensuing between you. You reached for the nozzle just as he took aim at you again, forcing the jet up into his face instead.

He stood momentarily stunned, water dripping down his nose and soaking the front of his shirt.

Then a tug of war ensued, both of you fighting over possession of the nozzle causing water to spray in every direction. You squealed, stepping back momentarily relinquishing hold of the hose. “Okay, okay, time out! I surrender!!”

He gave a satisfied smirk at your defeat, dropping the nozzle into the sink with a resounding ‘clink’. You were both soaking wet at this point, the kitchen hadn’t fared much better. The water was everywhere, splattered across the cabinets, countertops, and at least an inch of water on the floor.

Namjoon too took in the kitchen, a bashful smile on his face as he turned to you with a slight shrug of his shoulders as if to say, oh well. You just took your head, biting your lower lip to keep from laughing.

“Where are you towels?” you asked, opening a few drawers to only find various utensils and cookware.

He pointed towards a drawer at the far end of the kitchen, “That bottom drawer by the fridge. I can get them!” You both went for the drawer at once, causing a rather comical collision. You were suddenly falling backwards, caught off guard by his large frame hitting yours.

His eyes widened as he snaked an arm around your waist intending to prevent you from falling, which of course failed miserably as he too lost his footing falling with you. His hand quickly cushioning the back of your head to prevent it from hitting the tile as you hit the floor hard, his body following atop yours.

You groaned, peeling your eyes open to meet Namjoon’s mere inches from your own, a look of concern on his face, “Are you alright Y/N? Does it hurt anywhere??” a warmth bloomed in your chest at the concern lacing his voice.

You did a quick mental check of your body, wriggling your finger and toes. “Well, nothing appears to be broken.” you smiled, reaching up to smooth away the worry lines on his forehead. “Thanks for.. uhh--cushioning my fall? I can’t really say you stopped me from falling.”

“Sorry about that, I tried my best? I’m not called king of destruction for nothing.” You both burst out laughing at the situation, what else could you do but laugh, I mean no one in their right mind would ever think something like this would actually happen.

A shiver racked your body at the sudden cold permeating your bones, if you weren’t soaked before now you definitely were. You could feel your shirt sticking to your skin, no doubt revealing every curve of your body to his eyes. You happened a glance into his eyes to see he had indeed noticed, the silence growing between you as his gaze greedily consumed your body.

He swallowed, his fingers itching to trace the curve of those delectable breasts, the look on your face wasn’t helping his resolve. Your eyes were as wide as saucers, lips parted as your breathing quickened. He may or may not have puffed his chest out just slightly in pride at his affect on you, he noticed the way you looked at his body, the body he had worked so hard on recently. He was glad you noticed, not just the others members bodies, everyone knew Jungkook was a muscle bunny, but he too had been working really hard lately to keep up.

“Y/N...” He licked his lips, gaze glued to your lips so very close to his, tempting him.

The weight of his body felt delicious pressing yours into the kitchen floor below, you didn’t want to move for fear he too would move. It was the third time in a few days you had found yourself plastered against one of them, and your body was telling you just how right it felt.

The silence grew as he lowered his lips to yours, breathe fanning against your face. Time seeming to stop as you waited with bated breathe as you felt his lips brush yours ever so gently.

“I’m hungry!”

The loud voice had you both scrambling off each other, snapping back to reality as Namjoon popped up first from behind the counter followed by yourself, crossing your arms over your chest to hide your predicament.

Jimin stood mere feet away, eyes barely open, his hair adorably messy from sleep. His gaze grew sharp as he took in both of your appearances, the red on your cheeks, a wry grin crossing his face, “What have you two been up to?”

“Nothing!!” We both shouted at the same time, Namjoon busying himself tidying up the mess in the kitchen as I scurried to my room to change before the rest of the members woke up.

Jimin watched you both scurrying about like guilty children. Of course he had known what you were up to, the whole damn house could feel it radiating off of Y/N like a furnace. He had just been annoyed enough to interrupt them.

He pouted sullenly, now he was the only one of them that hadn’t gotten close to you, held you, kissed your lips. It was really starting to get to him, bringing up familiar feelings of inadequacy about himself and his body when performing.

“So we decided it would be best if you only went out with one or two of us at a time right now. Obviously it would be a bit suspicious if four men in masks walked around with a foreign woman. So today I thought you and I could go on a date, I have a few places in mind i’d love to show you.” Namjoon had spoken, all the members having finally woken up and gathered in the living room. Although you weren’t quite sure if Jungkook hadn’t fallen back asleep sitting up, he looked adorable curled up against Taehyung.

Your face lit up at the prospect, finally you were going to get out and see some of Seoul, “Wait… are we going Namjooning?” You bit your lower lip trying to contain your laughter as Namjoon sent you a playful glare.

Jimin and Taehyung laughing at the hilarious nickname given to Namjoon by army from his frequent trips alone where he visited museums, rode bikes, caught crabs, etc. Obviously BTS were completely aware of their armies antics, it made you wonder just how many things army did they saw.

“Yah, Yah.. we’re going Namjooning.” He rolled his eyes, smiling brightly. “Such creative army we have.” Of course he secretly loved the nickname, it made him feel happy knowing he could inspire so many people to get out and go Namjooning as well. “Just wear casual clothes, and some sneakers too.”

It was about an hour later when you both were ready to depart, wearing sneakers as he suggested. You waved goodbye to the rest of the members, Jungkook curiously absent, who looked on with playful pouts at not being able to tag along.

Downstairs Namjoon had procured a bike for you, sitting next to his own, “I thought we could bike down to the river and get some lunch. Then there’s a new museum exhibit we could check our afterwards. But the Han river is one of the best spots in Seoul in my opinion, we’ll have to come back at night sometime because it’s even more beautiful.” He rambled off, handing you a helmet as he made sure the bikes were up to par before helping you onto the beautiful purple bike he had specially bought for you.

Normally you weren’t into biking much, having fallen pretty badly when you were younger and broken your wrist. Ever since then you were very cautious when going around corners, to the point that you would stop and walk your bike sometimes. For Namjoon though you were willing to try again, you knew he loved riding bikes and wanted to relish in the things he enjoyed.

He brought out a mask, sadly covering up half of his handsome face. “Ready?” You nodded nervously, placing your foot on the pedal as he motioned for you to go first.

“I’ll be right behind you. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He reassured you, though you couldn’t see his mouth you could by his crescent shaped eyes he was smiling.

Surprisingly... the bike ride was exhilarating. The feel of the wind in your hair as you took in all the new sites and smells around you was just what you needed. You found your nervousness completely evaporated after a short time, and before you knew it you had made it to Han river.

You spent the better part of the afternoon walking along the river, eating various foods from streets stalls Namjoon kept buying for you. He was like a kid in a candy shop, soon enough you both had your hands full and had to sit down with your treasures to eat. Each one shoved towards your face eagerly with a ‘Try this!’, ‘Oh you’ll love this!’, ‘This is one of my favorites.’ You laughed at his childlike behavior, taking a bit of each thing in turn with a bright smile on your face.

Everything was delicious like he had said. If its one thing you loved about traveling, it was trying new foods. So far by your memory you’d tried Tteokbokki, Mandu, Eomuk and so many different teok’s you couldn’t keep track anymore.

You both were utterly and sufficiently stuffed by the end of your walk, you couldn’t eat another bite. Except maybe coffee, which by Korean standards there was always room for.

Namjoon had instructed one of his managers to pick up your bikes at the other end of Han River, while you both took off on your next adventure by car to the museum exhibit.

You both were pretty quiet as you walked through the museum, Namjoon occasionally stopping to stare at a painting or sculpture, truly taking in every detail of the work. In those moments you would find your gaze gravitating towards him, appreciating just how amazingly intelligent this man was. You’d never known intelligence to be a turn on for you before, but in those moments you understood what people saw in that trait.

The sun was just starting to set as you exited the museum. How no one recognized him was amazing to you, sure he had a mask and hat on, but that in itself always screamed idol to you when you saw it in pictures. You glanced around at the people as you passed, noticing a few people staring at you. Well... at least you thought no one recognized him.

That was when you realized they were actually pointing at you, not Namjoon.

Namjoon ever the observant one had picked up on this way before you, his arm sliding around your waist to bring you closer to his side as he punched in a number on his phone sending out a quick text.

“I’m sorry... I should have realized they might recognize you from the magazine articles last month.” He whispered softly, his grip tightening on you almost painfully as he kept you glued to his side. He quickly ushered you both away from the exit and towards a emergency exit in the back, a few people tagged along in your wake causing your nerves to skyrocket.

“Whats going on Joon?” you voice shook as you sought his gaze, he just shook his head sadly quickly pushing you out the door and into the waiting tinted van.

As you rounded the corner of the museum entrance you saw it was swarmed with reporters, everyone waiting for both of you to exit. As they saw the van come around the corner they jumped into action, beating against the sides and windows trying to get your attention inside. You knew they couldn’t see inside, but it still unnerved you seeing them staring so intently right at you through the windows.

Just as your anxiety started to flood your system Namjoon scooped you up into his arms, settling you on his lap. Gently tucking your head into his neck as he tried to shield you from the reporters and noise bombarding the van as they made their way out of the parking lot.

The silence in the van grew as they drove back towards the dorm, having long since left the reporters behind. You were comforted by the slow rise and fall of Namjoon's chest beneath you as you curled against his side.

“I guess we’re going to have to be even more careful in the future.” He spoke more to himself than anyone, “I’ll make sure the managers get you a hat that covers you along with that mask.” he sighed sadly, sometimes wishing this wasn’t his life and he could walk freely without the risk of getting caught. “I’m so sorry, I should have known...” his sad voice broke your heart.

“It’s okay Joonie, I’m glad I got to have today with you. It was nice to act like a regular couple with you, for a while at least.” You pulled away from the comfort his chest to smile down at him, “Thank you for today.”

The happiness on your face was contagious, a smile erasing his frown as he reached up to tuck a strand of hair back from your face.

“Anytime. Anything for you, my soul flame.” He whispered softly, cupping your cheek in his hand as he leaned up placing a kiss to your forehead. Then your nose. Then finally gathering his courage to brush his lips once against across yours, eager to feel you after being so rudely interrupted earlier.

You felt your passion reignited at the touch of his lips against yours, remembering your almost kiss earlier and how bereft you had felt from it being stolen.

You sighed, this time deepening the kiss first. Need more. Shyly running my tongue along the seam of his lips until he opens, his tongue plunging into my mouth greedily. My hands wind their way into his hair, positioning my body more fully on him below me, the feel of him below me intensifying my desire.

“Joon..” You moan into his mouth as he growls, his restraint slipping at the sound of his name on your lips. His tongue fights against yours, swiping and licking as his teeth nip at your lips.

He slides his hands slowly down your back, capturing your delectable ass in one palm as the other finds your hip forcing you down against him as he ground your hips into his. The feel of his hard cock digging into your core leaving you blind with pleasure. It was not enough, not nearly enough.

He breaks the kiss leaving you breathless, littering soft kisses down your neck as you arch into his touch. Your hands greedy to feel his skin as they move to push his shirt up sliding beneath, fingertips trailing up the hard expanse of his chest.

His teeth clamp down then on a spot on my neck, groaning as his tongue laps at the flesh. Then he’s pulling back, dragging his teeth along my skin as he lets go, leaving a mark in his wake. He couldn’t help wanting to mark you as his, though he obviously knew you weren’t just his, but to anyone on the outside they would know just who you belonged to.

Shivers wrack your body as he licks a wet trail down to the juncture of your neck, pausing. You waited anxiously for the next delicious mark he would leave, craving the feel of his mouth against your skin.

He chuckles at your thoughts, teasing you relentlessly as his tongue laves at that spot on your neck before moving down towards the deep V neck of your shirt. A hand tugging the neckline down harshly to reveal the creamy tops of your breasts to his eyes.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of either breast sending a jolt of arousal straight to your core.

In your feverish state you hadn’t even realized the car had come to a stop...

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I promise I’m alive… barely. 🤣

I feel like I’ve gotten sick every other week the past few months, I blame my toddler.

Hopefully I’ll be well enough here soon to continue my writing, once I fend off this current chest cold. I’ve already got about half of the next chapter of SMSOF done. Haven’t been able to get back to it! 😭

Soon my friends, soon!!

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Why do I bother?

Sometimes I really hate Tumblr, here I spent the past few hours finessing What Makes You Sweat for release, then I saved it to finish up tonight.

Well I went back to it just now... NOTHING SAVED! 🤬

What the actual fuck, all that work down the drain. Dammit! It was so good. Now of course I have no motivation to redo it, because I won’t be able to achieve the same level of quality I had previously written.

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PART 3 WAS SO GOOD LIKE….. THEIR SEXUAL TENSION 🤭🤭🫣🫣

Yessssssss, all the sexual tension! 😈

But seriously, thank you! It means so much that you enjoyed the latest chapter! 🥹 I struggled writing it and rewrote it a few times, still not personally satisfied with it but i'm a perfectionist!

So, so, so i'm glad you liked it!!

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Set My Soul On Fire [3] | 18+

Rating: 18+

Genre: idol!au, smut, angst, fluff

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Namjoon x Reader

Status: Ongoing

Word Count: 4.8k+ (sorry kinda short this time!)

Warnings: dom!jungkook, dom!jimin, dom!taehyung, dom!namjoon, sub!reader, explicit language, smut, anxiety, insecurities, jealousy, sexual tension, all the fluffy fluff fluff, slow burn smut, dance practice oh lawd, dirty thoughts.

Author’s Note: More warnings to be added in later chapters. This is my first fanfic I’m sharing with the public, so please be kind. I’m working on becoming a better writer, for now sometimes this might seem like a jumbled mess, but practice makes perfect! Hopefully I can at least convey the stories I want in the best way I can.

This is all fictional.

The silence was deafening. Like you could have heard a pin drop. You’d never really understood that saying until this very moment.

Jungkook sat silent, still reeling in disbelief. Though he also felt pissed at the same time, his brothers had barged in and interrupted them. Surely they could feel her emotions through the bond and knew better than to interrupt. He shot a glare at Jimin and Tae, he knew they’d been the instigators as always. They never were very good at sharing unless they were in on it too. Well, we’ll see what happens when they are alone with Y/N for the first time, paybacks a bitch.

You weren’t sure who was going to break the silence first, and of course Jungkook wasn’t helping. Laying there beside you in thoughtful silence, how you wished you could feel their emotions like they felt yours, that would be super helpful right now. Were they upset with you? The last thing you wanted was to create a rift between brothers.

“I’m sorry…” You whispered under your breathe, not sure how to proceed. If only the floor would open up and swallow you.

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot

Sensing your turmoil and embarrassment, Namjoon made a move towards you to reassure you everything was okay. If they were going to be sharing your attention, things like this were going to come up. They’d just have to teach you just how good they were at sharing.

Taehyung however had moved faster, that familiar boxy smile appearing as he nudged Namjoon aside tackling you on the bed.

Your eyes grew wide, stiffening as he tucked his head into your neck, that fluffy mop of hair tickling your nose. “I missed you!” He whined, squeezing you even tighter.

Jimin huffed jealously, shoving Jungkook out of the way in his rush to your side as well, causing him to roll off the bed onto the floor with a resounding ‘thump’. Which of course may or may not have been out of spite. He joined in on the snuggle session, wrapping himself against your other side.

“I missed you more!” Jimin responded childishly.

You blushed bright red at suddenly finding yourself in the middle of a Jimin and Taehyung sandwich. A war over who missed you more breaking out.

Jimin tugged you more his way, trying to dislodge Tae, “Let go.” Satoori laced his voice.

“Noooo” Taehyung whined, shaking his head adamantly, “You let go!” He looked down at Jimin trying to peel his hands from around your shoulder and tightened his grasp.

“I mean it.” Tae spoke through clenched teeth, satoori accent thick.

“Let go!” Jimin.

“I missed her more.” Tae again.

“No I did!” Jimin yet again,

“Let go!!” Tae was not giving in.

[ All I pictured during this scene is the one above 🤣 ]

You found yourself being pulled like a stretch Armstrong between the two as they playfully glared at each other, you couldn’t help laughing at their childish antics. They were seriously like brothers fighting over a toy, you remember seeing this scenario play out one too many times on broadcasts.

“Let’s just do rock, paper, scissors?” Jimin asked.

“I don’t wanna. Yahh, knock it off Jimin-ssi!” Tae pouted, his voice coming out as a whine as he pushed Jimin.

“I’m older!” Jimin whined back. “Rock, paper scissors?” He kept bringing up the game until Tae finally caved knowing how Jimin always lost at the game anyway.

“Deal.” Taehyung nodded, finally releasing you as they sat facing each other.

Namjoon came to your rescue at that point, laughing as he swept you up in his arms and off the bed. “Alright, that’s enough fighting over Y/N, let her breathe!”

You heard the sound of whining behind you, then there was a sudden ‘thump’ alongside cursing and Jungkook cackling loudly.

“Yah!! Jimin-ssi!!” Tae shouted, having obviously been pushed off the bed by a sullen Jimin at losing. Then they were off, dashing by you and Namjoon. Tae chased Jimin out of the room laughing, Jungkook in tow to narrate the spectacle.

“I missed you the most.” Namjoon suddenly whispered in your ear, a shudder wracking your body in response. He pulled you tighter, melding your soft form against his hard one.

And here you thought Namjoon was saving you from the boys, in reality he just wanted you to himself.

Namjoon finally felt at peace. You were finally back with them where you belonged. They were all reaching the end of their patience with having you halfway around the globe. Only being able to see you through a screen. They wanted you in their arms, needed to feel you. You recalled how snappy they had all become with each other, every little thing getting to them.

Jungkooks heartache had been the most noticeable, he tried to fly to you so many times only to be persuaded by our manager of the rumors it would fuel. The usual jokester of the group had then turned to seclusion, rarely talking except in front of the camera.

They hadn’t realized just how hard it would be as Soul Flames to have their mate on the other side of the world; if they had they would have never let you go. It felt like a piece of their heart had been ripped from their chests the moment they landed in Korea. Even though their days with you had been few, it was obviously more than enough to strength their side of the bond.

Try as they may to act normal, It was painfully obvious something was wrong on broadcasts, ARMY quick to notice and comment. Even with years of training, learning to portray a version of themselves when the cameras were trained on them. This was something they weren’t prepared for.

None of them would ever tell you how they had struggled, they would never want to make you feel guilty or sad that they could barely continue on with their everyday lives without you. They didn’t want to sway your opinion one way or the other, force you into staying with them.

Hobi had been so supportive for them all the last month, though he had never experienced what we were going through, having always had Yoongi by his side. But he knew just how strong the pull was to be with your mate, how hard it was to feel their emotions and not always be able to help.

You smiled at Namjoon as he set you back down on your feet, his gaze never leaving yours.

“H- Hi.” You stuttered shyly against the pressure of his gaze.

You’d been on edge the past few weeks and couldn’t really figure out what was wrong, you chalked it up to stress from finals. But now, standing here you realized how wrong you had been. Somehow a part of you instinctually knew you needed to be where they were. It was such a strange feeling, a part of you had wanted to deny. The rational part of you that said, this would never work, don’t get your hopes up, stop dreaming.

But how you wanted to try, screw the consequences. At that very moment, you knew you would give this summer everything you had in you. You knew there would be challenges, but maybe, just maybe you could have a tiny sliver of hope. You were soul flames after all, right?

“Come on, Hobi has been dying to see you again. I’m sure he’s probably worn a hole in the floor by now waiting for us to come out.” Namjoon remarked, dragging you out of the bedroom.

Hobi tackled you the moment you left the room. These boys seriously had a habit of trying to knock you over. “Y/N!!” He screeched, jumping up and down with you in his grasp. “Finally you’re here! Maybe now the boys will stop mopping about!”

Taehyung appeared beside you, a coffee cup and some kind of pancake in hand. “We didn’t know what kind of coffee you liked, but I figured girls always like those super sweet drinks right?“

You smiled at the offering, ever so thankful for some much needed caffeine to kick this jet lag. Even though you had slept all night— err day, if you were still on your time? You still felt the lingering affects of the time zone, while it was morning here your body clearly thought it was the middle of the night.

“Thanks, it’s very much appreciated.” You took a sip savoring the sweet hint of vanilla and something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on. “It’s delicious! What is it?”

“Dalgona Latte, it’s a candy that’s popular over here. Most of us made it a lot when we were kids. We even had a Run BTS episode about it, if you’ve seen the show?” Taehyung asked, happy that you enjoyed the drink he had picked.

You eyed the pancake before taking a bite, brown sugar melting in your mouth as you greedily took a few more bites.

“Oh my god, this is amazing!” Finishing off the pastry with flourish as you licked your fingers of the leftover filling.

“Hotteok! It’s the best, I got you the brown sugar filling cause it’s my favorite! And I wasn’t sure how you felt about red bean filling..” Jimin chirped happily having watched you devour the pancake.

His eyes narrowed on your mouth suddenly as you licked your fingers clean. Fighting back a groan as he looked anywhere but your face, thoughts of those sinful lips wrapped around his dick clouding his mind. Jesus, you weren’t that clueless to not even realize what you did to them?! He wondered if anyone else had had the same thoughts come to mind, or was it just his usual perverted self again.

You sipped your latte, oblivious to the hungry stares now directed your way from your Soul Flames. Your voice breaking the spell on the members as they turned acting as if they were doing anything but looking at your mouth.

“So what’s on the agenda today? I don’t want to interrupt anything you have already scheduled, I can just hang out here if you have things to do.” The last thing you wanted was for them to ignore their jobs as idols.

Namjoon spoke up for everyone, “Well, we were actually wondering if maybe you wanted to join us at dance practice? We had some last minute adjustments we wanted to go over before we go on bre—.”

“You can hear our new song!” Tae chipped in happily.

Namjoon laughed at Taehyungs interruption before continuing. “Yes, you can get a exclusive listen to our new song. After that we’re all yours, our break officially starts today… for the next few weeks at least.”

Dance practice? Oh lord… how in the hell were you supposed to survive that??

Seeing them in videos and on stage(well if you had made the concert) is one thing. Having them dance so close in front of you… whole other story!

You fidgeted with the cup in your hands, biting your lower lip nervously in habit. “Ah, okay, I guess.. I mean, I’d love to hear your new song.” Which was true, you couldn’t believe you would be lucky enough to be one of the first to hear it. Let’s just hope you didn’t faint again.

[ Sooo for this story ‘Spring Day’ hasn’t come out yet and that’s what they’re practicing. One of the dance practices linked below happens to be what I’m portraying, enjoy! 🤣 ]

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You all entered the dance studio at the new HYBE building, it was even more amazing inside than you had imagined. You really wanted to go through the museum on the first floor when you arrived, unfortunately they had made it clear it wasn’t safe to be alone with so many eyes currently on BTS. They promised to take you after hours one day.

You went to the corner to occupy one of the free chairs when you entered the practice room. The boys started stretching in preparation as you watched in awe at their flexibility, if only you were even half as flexible. You’d always wanted to learn some of their dances, even tried taking a hip hop class once. All that managed to do was show you the serious lack of coordination you had, you ended up looking more like an awkward string bean while trying to copy the moves. Meanwhile Mel had looked like some sex goddess perfecting the moves, in heels at that! I mean who wears heels to a hip hop class anyway? Suffice to say you quit after only a few classes.

You couldn’t help but admire Jimin and Namjoons adorable attire. Namjoon had donned a pair of overalls, hood pulled up over his hat; meanwhile Jimin wore a fake pair of black glasses and shorts, both of them together completing the aesthetic of school boys. They were freaking adorable, you had to stop yourself from pinching their cheeks when they had finished getting dressed back at the dorm earlier.

The dance practice had started out like any other practice you’d seen them do on YouTube. Hobi instructed them here and there, making sure each move was done in perfect tandem. They wanted to make sure each member had the moves down before moving on to practicing it all together to music.

Dance teacher Hobi activate! You chuckled to yourself. Whenever that switch was flipped he became this other person. No longer the sunshine that you were used to, here was someone used to having things done perfectly. You admired his tenacity, and the other members for allowing him to studiously guide them. Especially the older members, Hobi would occasionally snap at them when they did a move wrong they’d already gone over. His frustration evident in his repeated instruction. But they never fought, never talked back, it was really an amazing sight to see.

After about an hour of going over a couple new moves and making sure everyone had gotten them down, they decided it was time to try it all together with the new song. You could barely contain your excitement, you were about to be one of the first to hear their new song, a privilege army could only dream about.

The boys could feel the excitement radiating off you from the corner, making them feel somewhat nervous. Each of them hoping they didn’t screw up in front of you.

“Ready guys?” Hobi glanced around making sure everyone was in their correct starting position. Jimin shot a cocky smile your way since he was sitting down in front, giving you a wink… or at least you think it was supposed to be a wink. It turned into more of him winking with both eyes, you laughed.

Hobi snapped at him, “Yah! Jimin! Pay attention!” To which he gave a cute little salute, his face melting back into idol mode just before the first note played.

You knew the moment the music started you were going to be playing this on repeat for months when it came out. It was beautiful, if not somewhat melancholy at first. Thank god it wasn’t anything more upbeat, you weren’t sure you could handle a dance like that yet.

You smiled happily, watching them perform before your very eyes, feet tapping along to the music. It was such an interesting song, it had a somewhat happy tune overall, but there was some underlying sadness about it as well you couldn’t understand. Leave it to them to make such a deep song, they always had to keep their fans guessing as to the meaning of their songs.

They danced back and forth across the floor of the dance studio, clearing a space in the middle for a solo dance for Jimin. He was such an amazing dancer, you always felt like he portrayed so many emotions with just his body. Now here he was right in front of you doing just that.

You watched as he arched his back, using his legs to propel himself off the floor ever so gracefully. Admiring the way his muscles flexed in his legs, those damn shorts giving you the perfect view of his toned legs. You hadn’t even noticed before, but now you couldn’t take your eyes off his legs. Chewing your lower lip as you pictured those same legs pressing you up against the nearest wall, your body at his mercy.

The brief thought had Jimin faltering the next set of moves, a slight blush rising to his cheeks. It could have been mistaken for exertion by anybody else, but you knew better, covering your face in embarrassment.

Curse these thoughts! Bad Y/N! You’re disrupting their practice!

You happened a glance when the music stopped, seeing Hobi and Jimin in a heated debate you couldn’t quite make out. Dance teacher Hobi seemed to fade as he smiled at Jimin, accepting something before proclaiming they would start again.

The second time you somehow managed to contain your thoughts allowing them to finish smoothly. Looking to Hobi for approval that he gave in the form of two thumbs up. “Perfect! Great job guys!” He smiled, his alter ego teacher facade disappearing.

“Now for some fun!” He announced, moving to start the song one last time.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t this. Everything seemed normal, until Hobi came skipping down the middle acting like a complete goof. You burst out laughing, almost falling off your chair in the process.

Next up was Namjoon, walking across the room like he owned the place. How he managed to look so damn adorable and sexy at the same time was baffling. Your heart about burst.

The laughs just kept on coming as you watched Tae saunter around the acting like he was on some kind of Korean drama, such a Taehyung thing to do.

Then came the chaotic duo of Jungkook and Jin, trying to one up each other with hearts at one another. Jin was the eldest but at times he definitely seemed more like the maknae than Jungkook.

It only got crazier as the song progressed, by the end you had tears in your eyes from laughing so hard. “Oh my god, stop stop! I can’t take anymore!” Shaking your head as they collapsed on the floor spent, laughter filling the air. You wanted nothing more then to squeeze them all so tight, overwhelmed with the cuteness of their performance for you.

Jimin and Tae had collapsed beside you, both smiling brightly. A evil plan hatching between the two suddenly, “what’s your favorite song Y/N? You were an ARMY right? Surely you have a favorite.” Tae feigned innocently.

You considered their question, it was so hard to choose one song of theirs you loved the most. Of course their faster paced songs were awesome, but their slow were just as good. Even their solo performances were amazing.

“Hmm.. I really can’t pick just one, I love them all in their own way. Why?”

“We’d love to perform it for you.” Jimin stated so matter of fact like.

“Perform? As in now? Like.. for just me?” You stammered, flustered at the idea. The first thought that came to your mind was Baepsae, of course. Every fans wet dream. They knew what they were doing when they performed that on stage. You shook your head, waving your hands as if to fend off the image from occupying your thoughts. You weren’t sure what you were denying more, your thoughts or them performing for you. At the moment you were just hoping they hadn’t received that particular fleeting thought.

“Oh no! That’s alright… really! I’m sure you guys are tired already, you don’t need to do any special for me.”

A familiar tune suddenly filled the air, your head snapping towards the source as you saw Jungkook manning the speakers. A mischievous glint in his eyes as he starred you down, daring you to deny what he had already felt from you.

“Fuck me.” You whispered under your breathe, hoping none of the members took notice.

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[ You’re welcome 🥵 also can we talk about how incredibly hot Jimin is in this dance practice in ripped jeans and a hat?!? Dammit Jimin. ]

Thank god they didn’t appear to be doing the dance as seriously as they did on stage. Still every time the thrusting sections came up you squirmed in your seat. Imagining those thrusts in different scenarios.

So naturally Jimin and Tae had gotten closer and closer as the dance progressed. You swore at one point they were practically thrusting in your face. You covered your face in embarrassment, turning bright red.

You did your best to suppress your thoughts, you really did. But then you peeked through your fingers to see Jimin run his tongue along his lower lip, biting it teasingly and you just about combust right there. A rush of arousal shooting straight to your core as you gasped in response.

Park fucking Jimin you did not.

Oh but he did. In fact Jimin was quite pleased with himself. A cocky smile lifting his lips as his dance moves seemed to turn even more sensual, armed with the knowledge now of just how much you liked when they danced.

Your eyes frantically looked s around the room in search of a more innocent subject than Fucking Park Jimin, only to land on Jungkook. Okay, did this man ever do anything half assed? He was dancing his ass off like this was a concert for thousands. Now all you could think about was his hips grinding against yours hours earlier. His hard length throbbing against your core as you tasted those delectable lips and—

Oh shit not again. Stupid brain shut off already! You smacked your forehead with gusto.

Just then Namjoon came walking towards the middle, hands flapping like a bird. You laughed loudly thankful for the break in your lustful thoughts.

Jimin shot Namjoon a glare at ruining the spark, but continued dancing with that little piece of knowledge tucked away for later.

They all started bumping into each other cutely before allowing Yoongi to center stage, he started doing what you could only think was his version of twerking? You almost fell off the chair laughing at the image that would forever be burned in your brain. Yoongi always seemed so quiet and refined, seeing him break out like this was a whole side you’d never seen before.

Oh god they were so damn adorable.

And you were in big trouble.

After practice you all headed back to the dorm to clean up. Everyone had come to the consensus that we stay in tonight, Jin declaring how excited he was you finally would get to taste his famous home cooking.

You watched them all happily chatting away as they cooked, laughter filling the air when Jungkook or Tae would do something silly to make their hyungs laugh. Seeing just much how of a family they were, you thought your heart would burst with joy. A nagging voice whispering in the back of your thoughts, hoping there was room for you in this family.

Once everyone had been sufficiently stuffed, like seriously where did these boys put all this food? You collapsed on the couch next to Namjoon, meanwhile Yoongi and Hobi snuggled up in the opposite corner.

"Should we watch a movie? Or maybe play a game? Y/N, what do you feel like doing, since you're the honorary guest you get to decide tonight." Namjoon smiled.

Just then Jungkook leapt over the back of the couch landing next to you, a smug look crossing his face as Jimin and Tae rounded the corner of the sectional. "No fair! That's cheating!" Jimin pouted, crossing his arms as Tae growled playfully, "Yah!! Jungkookie!"

He just shrugged laughing loudly. Jimin huffed as he sat next to Namjoon. Tae opting to sit at your feet, leaning back against the couch by your thigh as he shot you a boxy smile.

"Hmm... if I watch a movie right now I think i'll fall asleep. Which would not be good, knowing me i'd wake up at 2 AM because my time is so messed up right now. So let's play a game!"

You all decided on Mario kart, since you could have four players at a time. You all took turns playing, they were all surprised at just how well you played. You grew up playing video games, you were more into role playing or fighting games, but of course you played the occasional racing game as well.

After about an hour of playing Hobi and Yoongi declared that they were tired and were going to head home. Jin following suit once they left and heading home as well. He gave some lame excuse that he was tired as well but Namjoon knew better. Jin was always the one stayed up day and night playing games when he was on break. He obviously didn’t want to feel like a 6th wheel when Hobi and Yoongi left, everyone could tell, which is the only reason they hadn’t fought and complained about his excuse. Hopefully one day he would come to be comfortable around them, maybe one day he could find someone of his own.

Namjoon yawned loudly everyone had left, "We should probably all get some rest too, its getting late and I'm sure you're exhausted Y/N."

"One more race!" Jungkook whined, his competitive nature getting the best of him, "Me, Jimin, Tae and Namjoon!"

"Deal. Lets make it interesting then since it’s the last race.." Jimin smirked

"Alright, what do I get if I win?" Tae cockily replied, glancing at you out of the corner of his eyes. Was he expecting you to volunteer some kind of prize for the winner?

"Y/N will grant the wish of whoever wins!" Jimin suddenly thew out the suggestion catching you by surprise. Your eyes widened as you they all turned to look at you in question.

You couldn't resist their adorable faces staring you down, "Fine! Fine! I'll grant the winner one wish." Everyone cheered, you could practically see their minds working with what they would wish for.

Here's hoping you didn't just bite off more than you could chew.

"Okay, then what's the punishment for last place?" Namjoon asked.

"Finger flick to the forehead?" Jungkook's smile was downright devious, he knew he was the strongest amongst his hyungs, even if he was the youngest.

"Deal." They all said in unison, the sudden rise of testosterone in the room was suddenly stifling.

As the game commenced you watched as they all slowly stood up, getting closer to screen as if it would help them win. Jungkook and Jimin were neck and neck for first place when Jungkook slammed his kart into his causing them both to spin out instead, Tae zoomed past them both. "Ahhhh!!!!" Jungkook screamed falling to the ground, pounding on the floor at losing as Taehyung crossed the finish line.

Tae jumped in the air in victory, clapping uncontrollably as he ran about the room. Namjoon was currently staring at the screen confused, while Jungkook continued sulking on the floor, staring up at the game in disbelief that he had lost.

"Where was my kart?" Namjoon asked, scratching his head as he looked at the screen puzzled.

"I think you were going the wrong way." You replied causing everyone in the room burst out laughing.

Since Tae had won he would be the one to deal out the punishment. Namjoon braced for the impact as Tae pulled back his middle finger. It rang out with a loud crack, Namjoon falling onto the floor in mock pain as he held his forehead. Everyone was rolling on the floor in laughter at this point, tears in their eyes.

You glanced over Taehyung way, "So, what are you going to wish for?"

Tae suddenly leaned in close, whispering for your ears only, "My wish... is for a kiss." You turned bright red at his request, swallowing as his breathe fanned your jaw, "I was so jealous Jungkookie already got to taste your lips. I can't wait any longer." His voice dropped another octave causing goosebumps to break out across your skin. It was amazing what that deep, husky voice could do to you, with one sentence you felt like your panties were soaked.

The rest of the group could only speculate as to what he had said to you, though it wasn't hard to guess based on the way you blushed.

Tae gripped your chin with his index and forefinger, “Look at me princess..” the rough command in his voice forced your gaze to meet his.

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