#2seok x reader smut

[sopebubbles]

Hobi's babies

Pairing: bulletproof heart!hoseok x seokjin x reader

Wc: 10k

Warnings: threesome, oral sex: male and female receiving, vaginal sex, lots of dirty talk and pet names. I'm probably forgetting some things bc its been a while and i dont have time to reread this bitch, but nothing crazy.

Happy Thankstaking everyone!

A/n: So i sat down to write last night and instead just cried bc im too tired. But i didn't want to get your hopes up for nothing, so i went into the vault for this unreleased piece of filth. This one is for those of you who have stuck around since Bulletproof Heart. But if you didn't read that series, I think you can still enjoy this bit of debauchery.

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Hoseok sucks harder on Yn's neck, relishing in the little moan that he pulls from her lips when he does so. He'd been too overwhelmed by the scent and the heat of her to behave while they watched a movie--now long forgotten--in her bed on Saturday afternoon. Yn’s nails drag down the skin of his back under his shirt. He's warm, too, as his body pushes down on hers. Heavy breaths from his mouth wash over her skin as he continues kissing her neck, traveling slowly down to her collarbone. Her lips find his shoulder where his oversized t-shirt has left his skin exposed. Hoseok grinds his hips down between her legs, letting her feel the distinct bulge in his pants over her covered core, which she knows is already sopping wet.

This has been getting worse recently. Not just with Yn and Hoseok either, but with Seokjin, too. It's been harder for them to keep their hands off each other. And harder to stop. That's why Yn made a doctor's appointment last week to get birth control without telling her mom what it was about. Because she didn't know how much longer she could resist both Jung Hoseok AND Kim Seokjin. Not that either were pressuring her, not purposely. But with two beautiful, sweet boyfriends, who would want to resist? It's certainly proving difficult right now, with her legs wrapped around Hobi's hips.

His hands find their way under her shirt—well, it's actually Jin's shirt that she's had for months. His fingers brush against her skin as he pushes the fabric up. Hobi pulls back so he can move down to kiss her tummy, his hands holding firmly to her ribcage as he covers her skin in kisses. When his lips press just below her breast, he knows he has to stop. He sits back on his heels, bringing his hands to rest on her bare thighs.

"This is getting harder," he tells her, heavy breaths raising his chest.

"Something sure is," she smirks, eyes glancing down to the tent in his sweatpants. He rolls his eyes and delivers a slap on her thigh as he sighs.

"I guess maybe we should talk about this."

"Talk about what?" She asks even though she already knows. As she sits up, her shirt falls back down to her hips, and Hobi frowns as she moves mere inches away, even as his hands remain on her legs. He waits until they're both settled and comfortable before he replies.

"We told Jin that no sex would happen until we're comfortable, so I think we should talk about it. Honestly, it's all I can think about these days, but I don't want to pressure you."

Yn touches her hand to his cheek. "Hobi, I don't feel pressured. I feel the same way, actually. And I'm ready. I want my first time to be with you. But…"

"Jin."

Yn sighs. She doesn't want Hobi to feel like he's not enough, but she knows they can't forget about Jin either. "I don't want Jin to feel left out, at least not from the conversation. Maybe he's not ready yet. And if he's not, I don't think he'd make us hold back, but we need to know either way. And if he is ready…" Yn looks away to the floor beside her bed, but Hobi takes the hand on his cheek as she begins to fall away and places a kiss in her palm.

"It's not how I imagined my first time, but I love both of you, and it would be amazing if we all had our first time together."

"Let's see if he's back from visiting his grandma then," Yn smiles and reaches for her phone. The two go back to watching the movie they had abandoned after Jin says he'll be home soon.

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Jin smiles fondly when Yn opens her front door wearing his shirt, which is big enough to almost completely cover the pajama shorts she's wearing underneath.

"I like your shirt," he chuckles as he enters.

"Thanks. It's my favorite. A very sweet boy gave it to me once when I was sad," Yn recounts after she’s closed the door. Jin wraps his arm around the small of her back and pulls her close. His other hand cups her cheek and strokes it gently with his thumb.

"He must like you very much," Jin whispers, "to give you his favorite shirt."

"I never knew–" he cuts off her words with a kiss, somehow gentle and passionate, leaving her breathless when he releases her.

"Hobi's here?" Jin wonders, to which Yn only hums and takes him down the hall to her bedroom. "Hey babe," he greets the younger boy with another soft kiss on the lips as he joins him on Yn's queen sized bed.

Meanwhile, Yn sets about turning on various lights around her room to illuminate the space that had grown dark as she and Hobi lazed about all afternoon. Finally she comes to sit on the bed with them, a nervous smile stretching her lips as she completes their triangle, all three of them facing in toward each other. Jin rests his hand on Hobi's thigh while his other hand reaches for Yn's.

"You wanted to talk about something. Is everything okay?" Jin looks between the two of them. They both feel anxious but excited. Neither feels uncomfortable, having grown accustomed to Jin's need to talk things out but also always feeling calmer in each other's presence.

"Everything is great. Wonderful, actually. We just wanted to discuss something… important." Hoseok looks at Yn for a way to continue, finding the words difficult to locate. It's not any easier for her, so she chooses the most obvious ones, pushing them out in a rush.

"Hope and I had a talk earlier, and we think we're ready to have sex."

"Damn, babygirl. That was very to the point," Hobi laughs.

"And we wanted to know what your feelings were on that subject…at this time," she stutters, losing her confidence with Hobi's reaction.

Jin's eyes are wide as dinner plates. When they'd messaged to say they wanted to talk, he wasn't sure what he could expect. Of course, he considered the obvious negative possibility, but he didn't think it was likely. He hadn't even thought of this. Not that he hadn't thought of it lately. He was struggling to keep his hands off his boyfriend and girlfriend just as much as they were. It would be difficult for any hormone-fueled eighteen-year-old boy to hold back from being intimate with their significant other, and he had two that he not only loved very much, but who were also insanely attractive. Jin cleared his throat before he opened his mouth to utter a simple, "Oh."

"Of course, if you're not ready, that's totally understandable." Hobi places his hand reassuringly over the other boy's and gives him a gentle smile.

"Yeah, Jinnie, whatever you want, we'll completely respect that," Yn adds.

Jin's eyes soften, and a new smile spreads across his face. It's amused and enamored. He takes his hands out from both of theirs, and for a moment, their hearts race with panic. He turns first to Hobi to grab his head and give him a firm kiss before he releases him to do the same to Yn.

"I love you two so much," Jin sighs happily. "And I'm glad you brought it up because I don't know how much longer I could carry on like we were. I'm ready, too. Especially if it's with you."

All three of their faces are transformed by bright smiles expressing both joy and relief. Yn can't help leaning forward to throw her arms around both their necks, and neither fails to respond by nuzzling into her neck.

"Wait. Hold on," Jin interrupts their warm embrace and pulls away, allowing Hobi to pull Yn into his lap. "Don't pout," Jin teases when he sees the frown on her lips. "I just want to know what we're talking about right now. Are we talking about all three of us? You two? Me and Yn? Me and Hobi?" Jin is clearly starting to get into his head about it as his eyes drift away from his partners. Yn and Hobi smile at each other as they watch him become flustered over the permutations.

"We were thinking we would like us all to have our first time together," Hobi admits.

Jin's mouth hangs open, midway through a thought. "Cool. Yeah. Sure. A threesome for my first time. Cool."

Yn clamors from Hobi's lap into Jin's to take his face in her hands, forcing his eyes to meet hers. "Jinnie, it doesn't have to be. If you're not okay with that, it doesn't have to be. You know we won't pressure you or do anything you're uncomfortable with."

Jin's broad shoulders relax under her gaze and her softly spoken words, and he smiles again.

"I'm never uncomfortable with you, heart." He leans forward to give her a peck on the lips and then looks at Hobi, who's watching them lovingly. "Of course all three of us should be together. I wouldn't want it any other way."

"You're sure?" Hobi asks, weaving a hand into Jin's soft hair.

"Of you two? I'm very sure," he replies, pulling Yn tight. Then his head snaps up with an idea. "Wait Yn, what about you? We should talk about birth control and-"

Yn stops his wheels spinning once again, this time with her hand to his mouth.

"I've taken care of it. I've been on the pill since last week."

"That means we could, hypothetically… today…"

"Get over here, babyboy," Hobi interjects, aggressively pulling Jin's face to meet his own in a rough kiss.

Yn slowly backs out of Jin's space, enjoying the sight of her two boys kissing, as she always has. She leans back into her pillow to take in the view, fingers rubbing her mound firmly over her shorts.

"Fuck, I really like that," Jin admits when Hobi releases him, fingers still locked into his hair.

"Feels good to be Hobi's baby, doesn't it?" Yn muses, to which Jin hums.

"What do you think you're doing all the way over there, babygirl?" Hobi asks, coming toward her with devious intent in his eyes.

"Waiting for you, daddy," she replies, loving the flash in his eyes and the teeth-baring grin, not to mention the low growl from his chest, at the use of that name. Once again, Jin is left staring in surprise as Hobi devours her mouth until the younger boy holds out his hand to him, inviting him to join.

"Come on, babyboy," Hobi smirks, and leads Jin's hand to Yn's bare leg when he gives it. Jin comes up onto his knees, following his hand up her body until his eyes look into hers once again.

"Tell us if you want us to stop," he says in a voice just above a whisper.

"I don't want you to stop," she assures him before she pulls him in to join Hobi in kissing her neck.

Jin's hand reaches the apex of her thigh and cautiously slips under the fabric of her shorts, fingers wrapping around her to give her a squeeze. Her legs fall open when he does so, and without thinking he lets his hand travel over her clothed pussy, causing her to breathe in sharply from surprise before her hips lift, just slightly, to meet his palm.

"You really want us, don't you, babygirl?" Hobi asks with his lips against the shell of her ear.

"Yes," she hisses in response when Jin finds the sweet spot on her neck. It's still tender from Hoseok paying extra attention to it earlier. That boy's teeth are now nipping at her ear lobe instead, causing her back to arch away from the bed as his hand glides over her stomach, stopping hesitantly just under her breast. She can sense how he's holding back before entering that uncharted territory. She's not wearing a bra and he's never felt her like that before, but she wants him to, wants to feel his large hands on every inch of her.

"Hobi, please. Please, touch me," she begs breathily.

"Fuck," Hoseok sighs into her neck at the sound of her whining. He'd give her anything if she begged like that.

In a second his hand cups her breast, gently pressing the supple flesh with his fingers. His thumb grazes over her nipple, dragging the most beautiful moan from her lips that travels straight from his ears to the growing bulge in his pants. Jin's hand, which has still been rubbing gently over her panties, follows his curiosity up to her chest. Finding her softness beneath his shirt, he gently pinches and rolls her peaked nipple between his fingers, making her squirm with pleasure. The two boys pull away to share a mischievous grin.

"Sit up, princess," Jin instructs thoughtlessly, the other two smirking at the new and unexpected pet name. "What?" Jin shrugs. "That's how I intend to treat you."

Yns smile grows as she follows his orders and when the two boys grip the hem of her shirt she raises her arms to allow them to strip it off her body. Instinctively, she pulls her arms back in to cover herself. Hoseok tsks.

"Don't hide from us, beautiful. You'll make us sad," Jin coos, pulling her wrist gently away and placing her hand on the back of his head. "We want you, too."

His mouth meets her skin once again, placing kisses of appreciation all over her chest before honing in on his original target. Yn's fingers slip into to Hoseok's hair as well, just as she whispers the other boy's name when his teeth capture her nipple, and he realizes he's been staring at her face this whole time, utterly awestruck that he's found himself in this situation with someone he loves so entirely. Still his eyes don't leave hers as he lowers his head to find her other peak with his tongue, not until her eyes slip closed in ecstasy. The boys smile slightly at each other as they listen to her moans. Their hands meet over her navel, fingers searching one another's skin for contact as they give her pleasure.

Yn can feel the jolts of electricity shooting straight to her core with each lick and kiss, only making her want them more, wishing they'd find their way to where she needs them most. But she doesn't want to be greedy or to rush. She wants to make them feel good as well, yet when her hands find their hips, touch their skin, both jump up in shock. Yn pouts.

"Angel," Hobi starts without knowing how to finish. Jin stutters. Yn pouts harder.

"It's not fair. You get to touch me and see me. What do I get?"

The boys look at each other before looking back at her and both slowly remove their shirts so they're all equal. She should be prepared for Hoseok's physique at least. She's seen him without a shirt before, at the pool and on other occasions. But it's been a little while and he hasn't been dancing so much, so she didn't expect to find such a well defined stomach on him. She can't seem to stop her fingers from gliding over his smooth brown skin, taught over the muscles of his abdomen. She sits up and leans forward in order to plant soft kisses all over his chest.

She's not the only one admiring him though. The boys look each other up and down, drinking each other in. And while Yn's mouth explores Hobi, theirs meet in a lustful, excited kiss. Jin's fingers in the other's hair pull him desperately closer, pushing his warm, soft tummy against her in the process. Finding herself unintentionally caught between them--a position she has come to find she loves-- Yn simply giggles and turns her kisses to the skin of the other boy. Her hands skim the waistband of each boy's pants. Both boys freeze once again as she palms the growing bulges inside of them.

Acting in unison as always, as if through telepathy, they swiftly take her hands and push her back down onto the bed, holding her hands hostage above her head. Jin's lips capture her own in a rough kiss, while Hobi's slowly work their way down her side, from her breast, over each rib and down to her own waistline. His fingers hook around the elastic and then he pauses. After a second yn tears herself away from Jin to look into Hobi's eyes. Reading the unasked question there, she nods confidently. She wants nothing remaining in between them, no barriers. She already knows she belongs fully to both of them, and she feels fearless in that conviction. Jin distracts her once more with his plush lips against her jaw as she lifts her hips off the bed, allowing Hoseok to pull her shorts away and her panties with them. Now fully exposed, the air seems colder around her, causing her legs to close involuntarily and goosebumps to raise on her skin.

"It's okay, babygirl. I'll take care of you," Hoseok promises, lips brushing the skin of her inner thigh as he spreads her legs apart. He sighs at the sight of her, wet and plump already from hours of anticipation. "Jinnie, baby, she's so beautiful," he coos. "So perfect."

Jin wants to see for himself, wants to take in all her perfection, too. But it's hard to tear himself away from her kisses. Hobi takes one of his hands from Yn's breast to coax him.

"C’mon, babyboy," he urges. "I want you to see before I ruin her."

Jin pulls away and she misses him already, but he still has one hand gently massaging her breast so he hasn't left her completely. As he moves down to her lower half he pushes her leg to the side so he can see her.

"He's right, princess. You are so pretty. So perfect for us." Jin murmurs as he strokes her thigh, not daring to touch her yet. Yn feels her cheeks heat and redden at their praise, but neither notice as their eyes fixate on the essence coating her slit. "She looks so sweet, daddy."

Hobi hums as his fingers graze her skin, swollen with arousal, and she shudders at his touch. The kisses he leaves on her move closer and closer to her core. His eyes look to the side, to Jin. "You want to taste her?"

Jin only nods as he watches the other boy. Tentatively, Hobi licks his tongue over her outer lips, breaking the seal at her entrance and they see her open up a little, enough to see how wet she truly is. Her moan is music to Hobi’s ears and all the encouragement he needs to have another try. This time he gets closer, sure to collect some of her juice with his tongue, getting his first real taste of her. He hums and takes another, licking from her hole to her clit. He turns his head to his partner and grabs Jin by the chin, pulling the boy's him and pushing his tongue into his mouth to let him taste her. Their sloppy kiss parts with both smiling, and Hobi guides his elder's mouth to Yn's heat. Jin fights off the voice telling him he has no idea what he's doing and takes a lick of her folds before closing his mouth on her clit and sucking gently. Yn's hips lift, begging for more while Hobi watches, lower lip tortured between his teeth as one hand strokes Yn's thigh and the other Jin's head.

"You're doing so great," he praises both of them, although he has very little idea himself. There's simply a sense of joy filling him up as he watches his two lovers.

"Our girl is amazing," Jin agrees as he pulls away, his lips wet with her, and allows Hobi to take his place again. Hoseok probes his tongue around her dripping hole as Jin works his way back up to look at her face. "You're so good, sweetheart. Did I make you feel good?" He asks, in need of reassurance.

Yn smiles widely at him, her eyes heavily lidded already from the pleasure he and now Hoseok have given her. She grips his neck and pulls him in to kiss her, tasting herself all over his mouth, but she doesn't mind. She simply wants more of him, more of everything and everyone. Hobi’s tongue finds her clit as her hand searches for Jin's waistband. He gasps when her fingers find his hardened length.

"Please don't pull away from me again," she begs in a whisper, eyes locking. "I want you, Jinnie. Unless you don't-"

A smile twitches at his lips. "No. It's okay," he assures her. "I'm nervous, but I want you, too."

"I'll be gentle," she promises as she slowly pulls down his pants to liberate his cock. Hobi's mouth never leaves her, but he watches on with curiosity and anticipation as Jin's thick, hard cock is released. Yn looks down at him breathlessly before she takes him in her hand again, delicate fingers barely managing to wrap nervously around his shaft. She knows she'll be destroyed by him later, but it excited her more than it scares her. Hobi pulls back from Yn's core to run his finger along her folds.

"Bet we'll have to stretch her out nice and good before she's ready for you, babyboy," Hoseok grins, but Jin hardly hears him as Yn strokes his length slowly with her soft hands. Hobi massages his fingertip over her wet entrance before pushing slowly in and hearing her take a sharp breath. He pauses inside of her.

"Did I hurt you?" He asks, eyes softened. Yn merely shakes her head, the slight discomfort not worth stopping for weighed against the pleasure of having him inside of her at last.

Jin cups her cheek in his hand. "Tell us if it hurts, love."

"I'm fine. Please don't stop," she pleads, smiling softly up at him, but Hobi doesn't move again until he receives a nod from the other boy. He bends his finger experimentally inside of her, feeling her walls tighten around him and the soft spot just beyond her entrance.

"So fucking tight and warm, babygirl," Hobi hums as he removes his finger from her, spreading her arousal all over and gently rubbing her clit. "We'll have to take our time with her, Jinnie."

"That's okay. I've got all the time in the world for our princess," Jin tells him in a shaky voice, struggling to concentrate with Yns continued ministrations.

"Do you want to try something, babygirl?" Hobi asks quietly.

"What?" Yn responds without her eyes straying from Jin's.

"Suck Seokjinnie's dick, baby," Hobi suggests, much to Jin's surprise.

"N-no, you don't have to do that, sweet girl," Jin stutters. But Yn looks at him gleefully.

"I would love to, Jin. Please let me."

"Please let her, Jin. I wanna see how pretty she looks with your cock in her mouth," Hobi encourages as he continues to tease her clit.

"Only if you're sure, Yn," Jin stalls, but she is already grabbing at his hips to pull him closer. He manages to rid himself of his clothes completely before he scoots closer to her on his knees, as close as he can get to her. He takes his hard cock in his hand and strokes himself several times before he slowly guides the tip to her mouth. She leans in to meet his head with a soft kiss, her hand touching his gently as she reaches to take control. As he lets go, she sticks out her tongue to swirl around his smooth head, getting a taste of his precum when she licks him. She looks up at him with large doe eyes, seeking his approval and finding him already coming undone, with his eyes nearly closed as he looks down on her and his mouth hanging open. His hands rest on his hips, unconsciously pushing slightly forward to give her more.

"Take his head in your mouth, babygirl. You can do it," Hoseok instructs, watching from below. His middle finger plays at her hole again, coating the tip in arousal. "Use lots of saliva, baby."

Yn does as she is told, closing her lips around Jin's girth. She sucks gently, gathering spit in her mouth, and it draws a choppy sigh from him.

"I'm sure she's so good," Hobi muses with a kiss on her leg as he pushes his finger into her again and she moans on the other boy's cock. "Let me see that spit, baby." Yn pulls off to let him see the strings of saliva connecting her to Jin. "Fuck, you're doing great, angel. Spread it around with your hand and stroke his cock. Jinnie is such a good boy, too. I want you to make sure he feels as good as you feel. Can you do that, baby?" Hobi asks, curling his finger inside of her.

"Yes, sir," she moans, sending a chill down Hoseok's spine. She takes Jin in again, deeper this time and begins to bob up and down, lathering his shaft with spit from her tongue and stroking the rest of his long cock with her hand. Once all his shyness has left him, Jin's fingers find their way into her hair, pushing it back away from her face.

"Jinnie, if she's doing well you should tell her."

"Mm. You're doing… so well… princess," he manages to get out through his haze, but he means it completely. Nothing has ever made him feel so good, and the image of Yn below him, her wide eyes leaking tears as she takes him into her throat, the saliva gathering around her lips, makes it difficult to comprehend anything else. She's so beautiful in this lewd act, one he'd never dare to imagine with her, but Hoseok is talking to him and he knows he should listen.

"Do you think she deserves another finger, babyboy?"

"Mmm, yes," Jin groans. "Have to stretch her pretty pussy so she can take me."

Hobi grins, surprised by his frank dirty talk. "You wanna fuck our little princess?" Hobi spits into his hand and pushes in another finger. It's a very tight fit, even for his slender fingers, but yn opens her legs wider for him, eager for more as he stretches her.

"Yes. She looks so pretty with my cock in her mouth, just think how pretty she'll look when I fuck her." Jin drags his fingertips along her hairline, admiring her face, and takes hold of her jaw, fucking into her a little deeper. Yn can only try to relax and take what she's given as she continues to look into his eyes, transfixed by his words.

"I'm sure you're right, but I want to have her first," Hoseok announces. "Is that okay, baby?"

"Whatever you want, daddy," Jin agrees, reaching out for Hobi with the same hand to brush his hair out of his face.

"And my other baby?"

Yns mouth releases Jin with a pop, and she pants, her lungs burning for oxygen but she doesn't mind at all. She looks into his eyes while she answers but her hand still strokes Jin lazily. "Whatever you want, daddy. I'm yours. Completely."

"That's my good girl," Hobi grins. "But first, babygirl, you'll have to take more fingers, and you're going to have to cum for us. You can do that, can't you?"

"I think so," she answers hesitantly.

"I'm sure you can, angel," he murmurs supportively as he lowers his mouth to kiss above her clit.

"Jinnie, there's something I want," she whispers.

Jin leans his face closer to hers and kisses her red lips. "Anything you want, princess."

Pressing her lips to his ear she whispers again. Jin smirks back, pleased with her request, and leaves her with one last lingering kiss before he gets off the bed. Hoseok is lying half way on his side, his hips pushed up on one side by his bent knee to accommodate his erection. Jin comes to sit on top of him, straddling the leg that lays out straight behind Hoseok. He slides his hands over his skin from his lower back up toward Hobi's shoulders, massaging gently as he goes. Pressing his chest onto the other boy's back, Jin latches onto his neck with his mouth, knowing exactly where Hobi's most sensitive spot is. The smaller boy moans onto Yn, adding an extra layer of pleasure.

"We're lucky, you know?" Jin whispers in Hobi's ear as his hand snakes around to his chest, rubbing his nipple gently.

Hoseok's mouth falls open to ask, "why's that?" in a breathless tone before his tongue returns to Yn, his two fingers never ceasing their movement inside of her.

"Because Ynie is so beautiful and sweet. And she loves us so much."

"Yes," Hobi breathes as one of Jin's hands travels down over his abs, his teeth pulling at Hobi's ear. The large hand slips down between his warm skin and the elastic of his boxers, finding purchase on the boy's hard cock.

"And she wants us to feel good."

Hobi whines, feeling undone by the unexpected contact. "Is that what she whispered in your ear?"

"Something like that," Jin responds.

"Jinnie," Yn whines, both from the pleasure Hobi is still giving her and from how long Jin is taking to complete her request. Jin's mouth travels down Hobi's back leaving a trail of sloppy kisses as his fingers curl into Hobi's waistband.

"What are you doing?" He wonders.

"My lady wishes us all to be equals," Jin responds as he slowly removes the younger boy's clothing.

"Is that so?" Hobi looks back up at the girl's face above him. She looks back at him through cloudy eyes.

"Mhm. She wanted to see what she has to look forward to. And she wanted me to pleasure you, too," Jin tells him as he takes a firm hold of his partner's long, veiny cock once again. "Can I make you feel good, too, daddy?" He whispers to Hobi as he kisses his cheek.

Hobi loses himself in the ecstacy of the boy's touch. Not just the hand on his hard, throbbing member, but also Jin's chest pressed against his back and the cock rubbing gently against his ass as Jin moves his hips subtly. He forgets entirely about Yn's clit, but it's only a moment's interruption, as Jin's tongue is there to take his place. He can't say how long the moment lasts--minutes or hours--before a small voice breaks through the haze.

"Daddy?" Yn calls gently, half sorry for asking for his attention at all when she was enjoying the euphoric expression that graced his features. Hobi clears his throat and looks back up at her, the doe-eyed expression on her face calling him back to her.

"Yes, angel?"

"I want another finger."

He finds the meekness with which she asks endlessly endearing, and he's happy to oblige. "Of course. Jinnie?"

"Hmm?" He responds, opening his eyes again after devoting himself so entirely to his tasks.

"I want those pretty lips around my cock while I make Ynie cum," Hoseok commands, regaining his composure and his sense of control. Jin merely smiles in response and repositions himself to do as he's told, but not before he's pulled into a rough kiss. Hobi pulls his fingers out of Yn's pussy and puts them into his mouth, licking the essence of his fingers and replacing it with his spit. She takes his three fingers with a groan, fingers fisting around the sheets beneath her body. "You still okay, angel?" He asks as he rubs his thumb in circles over her clit.

"Mhm," she responds quietly, holding in a breath as she adjusts to the pain. It's more than she was expecting, but she knows it's necessary to get what she wants and it will go away soon. She's distracted by the boys below her moaning and props herself up on her elbows to see them.

Jin and Hoseok are tangled in each other, the younger one twisting at the waist to give the other access while Jin lays between his strong thighs. His long fingers wrap around the base of Hobi's cock, his thumb rubbing smoothly over the thick column underneath, while his tongue moves fluidly around his head and shaft. Jin wraps his lips around his pulsing head, leaving both his partners breathless. As she watches Jin take in more of Hobi's length, Yn clenches around Hobi's fingers, drawing his attention back to her. In addition to feeling her, he can see the way she's watching Jin's actions, both admiring and taking mental notes.

"Babyboy, I think Yn likes watching you suck my cock," Hobi smirks. "What do you think, babygirl? You like what you see? Or are you jealous?"

"Fuck," Yn moans when Hoseok gives her his mouth again, sucking her whole bud between his lips before rubbing his tongue quickly over her. "Jinnie is so pretty," she manages, her love agreeing with a hum. Jin's eyes look up to see her watching him, her hands clutching her breast, thumbs teasing her own nipples. Jin pulls away to rub the tip of Hobi's cock over his tongue, letting Yn see his full length and how it glistens with his spit. Then he takes the other boy back in, deeper than before, until he chokes. "Mm, Hope, Jinnie is such a good boy," Yn moans.

In response Hobi fucks her faster with his fingers, his tongue rubbing faster, as if to tell her that he agrees, and that they're both very good. She falls back onto her pillows as his actions push her onward, the tension inside her building until her hips begin to writhe beneath him and she cums with a cry.

"Fuck, Hobi. She's so pretty when you make her cum," Jin, who's never taken his eyes off her face, moans. Hobi's mouth releases her and his fingers slow as he presses soft kisses around her throbbing lips and quivering thighs.

"So pretty," he agrees. He pulls his fingers slowly from her, leaving her feeling empty, and comes to hover above her face, licking up her sticky essence. Jin moves forward as well, to clean up the mess Hobi left behind with his tongue. Hoseok brushes her hair back with gentle fingers and looks lovingly down at her, checking her eyes and face. "How do you feel?"

"Great," she smiles, still feeling dazed.

"You're bleeding a little. Are you sure you're okay? I didn't hurt you?" She can see the real concern in his eyes, even though they both know it's to be expected.

"I'm fine, Hobi. You made me feel so good. I loved it." Yn's eyes darken as they glance down and her fingers grasp his erection. Hobi's smirk returns.

"You want my cock, babygirl?" Yn bites her lip and nods. "I want you to say it."

"I need your cock, daddy," Yn whimpers, melting beneath him. He presses his lips to hers passionately, brushing her hand aside as he strokes himself.

"Get on your knees," he orders. Without a word to him, Hobi gestures for Jin to go to the head of the bed. Once he's claims Yn's former place he takes her her face in her hands to kiss her

"Did you miss me?"

She nods and smiles before she turns her head to kiss his neck, starting a trail that leads over his collarbone to his chest. His soft moans are interrupted by the sound of Hobi's hand falling harshly on Yn's ass. She yelps and turns back to look at him, but he's already rubbing the spot gently. He grabs her hips and pulls her further down the bed and thus further down Jin's body until she's hovering just above his thick cock.

But she doesn't have time to think about that just yet though, because Hobi is rubbing the tip of his cock around her entrance. He holds her steady with one hand on her ass while he uses the other to guide himself into her wet pussy. A moan slips past his lips when he feels how tightly she's wrapped around his head and he doesn't give her any more, slipping back out a moment later. He rubs over her soothingly once again. Jin smiles at her gently to ease her mind. He reaches out to touch her face, thumb brushing her bottom lip and she licks him, taking the digit into her mouth. Hobi pushes into her again, awed by how amazing her wet walls feel as they grip him while he sinks deeper into her as slowly as he can. Yn whimpers, looking Jin in the eyes as her own brim with tears. Jin leans forward to take her face again and kiss her.

"You're doing so well, princess. Daddy's gonna treat you so well." He glances up at the other boy's face, his eyes nearly closed as he looks down on his lovers. "You have no idea what you're doing to him, love."

She can't resist looking at him over her shoulder, pleased with the look on his face that's turned slightly toward the ceiling.

"Do you feel good, daddy?" Hoseok bows his head, his eyes opening a little more so he can see her more clearly.

"I feel incredible, baby. Your pussy is so tight. So wonderful." He groans, fighting the urge to move, but she does it for him, pushing her body forward slightly, meeting Jin in another kiss. This makes Hobi chase after her, pulling her back by her hips. She moans loudly when he thrusts into her, harder and deeper than before. He didn't mean to. He just got excited. He pauses briefly before he hears her one little word.

"More," she pleads and pushes Jin back onto her pillows.

The two boys smile at each other as Hobi begins to move his hips, slowly at first. Long, even thrusts evoke soft moans from her, and as she adjusts, she has attention to return to Jin's still hard cock. Despite the lack of attention he's turned on by seeing them fuck, admiring their bodies in the process. It's like a private show just for him. Yn licks her lips and waits patiently with her tongue out, ready to receive him as he guides his cock to her. She takes him down happily as Hoseok quickens his pace. Jin lets his head fall back when he feels himself hit Yn's throat. The wet sounds of yn gagging on his thick cock turn both boys on even more, and there's no holding back now as they both thrust into her. She's never imagined feeling so full and complete as she is now with the two boys she loves buried deep inside of her. The fingers of one of Jin's hands knot into her hair, keeping her head down, while the other hand laces his fingers with hers. Hobi's hand lands on her ass with another smack.

"You're doing so good, baby," Hobi moans. "You both look so good for daddy. Fuck, I love you both so much," he groans, feeling himself come closer to climax but not wanting this to end.

"Are you gonna cum inside her, daddy?" Jin wonders, noticing the desperate look on the other's face. Hobi grabs onto Yn’s arm and pulls her chest up, tearing her away from Jin who watches breathlessly at the strings of drool dripping from her mouth as she was unprepared to move. He strokes himself as he watches Hobi pull the girl flush against his body, one hand holding her by her breast while the other turns her chin and grips her neck, still fucking her passionately.

"Should I fill her up with my cum, babyboy?" Hobi asks as he stares into Yn's hazy eyes. "Maybe you just want your turn?" he laughs.

"No. It's just that I want you to feel good, and I wanna taste your cum in her pussy," Jin admits, stroking his cock faster at the thought. Hoseok feels his own cock twitch at the suggestion.

"Play with her clit for me, babyboy," he instructs before attaching his mouth to Yn's, swallowing her moans as he continues to fuck her. Jin licks his fingertips and begins to rub her sensitive bud as he comes to his knees before them, their skin brushing, heat rolling off of all of them. It's only then that he notices the sweat that's begun to roll down her body, a rivulet dripping from her neck down between her breasts, and he laps it up happily before he latches onto her nipple and sucks hard while he continues rubbing circles around her clit. Her second orgasm crashes over her, creating spasms through her whole body and when she clenches around him, Hobi can't hold back any longer, coating her walls with his warm cum. She can barely hold her body up, but luckily she has two boys to help her. Sandwiched between them, she lets her head roll back onto Hobi's shoulder and he takes the opportunity to kiss her exposed neck.

"Are you sure this is your first time? Because you seem to know exactly what you're doing," she whispers through the aftershocks as he continues small thrusts inside her, milking himself dry.

"I promise," he tells her between kisses. "I've just thought about it a lot. And then, some things just occur naturally."

Jin has stopped rubbing her clit at least, but his hand hasn't gone far as his fingers rub the base of Hobi's cock. He can feel the sticky mess they've made together thats already leaking out of her and he gathers some on his fingers.

"Open," Jin tells her and she leans her head forward, obeying without question and allows him to shove his fingers in her mouth, lapping up the tangy mixture with her tongue. When Jin pulls his cleaned fingers from her mouth Hobi pulls her mouth back to his, licking his tongue deep inside to get a taste for himself.

"Mmm. You good, babygirl?" He asks gently, pressing his forehead to hers as he strokes her hair. She nods and hums, incoherent and a little tired. "You're incredible. I love you," he murmurs with another softer kiss. Jin gently pulls her mouth to his.

"You've done so well, princess. Do you want to take a break?" He asks in a soft voice, assuring her it's okay. She shakes her head and wraps her arms around his broad shoulders.

"I want you, Jinnie," she smiles happily.

His hands travel up and down her sides as he responds. "Not quite yet, sweetheart," he tells her and she pouts. "Don't be sad. I just want another chance to taste your sweet pussy again, that's all. Then I swear my cock is all yours." He unwraps her hands from his neck and gives each a kiss before he lays back flat on the bed.

Yn looks back at Hobi, unsure of exactly what she is supposed to do. He kisses her temple and pushes her forward by her hips, his considerable length slipping from her messy pussy.

"Go on, babygirl. Give him what he wants," Hobi encourages as he pushes her up Jin's body until Jin is able to lead her the rest of the way, until her heat is hovering just an inch above his face.

He uses his tongue to clean her up, licking between all of her folds, soothing her skin in the process. When he's decided she clean enough and she can only keep herself upright by holding onto to the headboard, he wraps his hand around her thighs and pulls her closer, where she has no escape as his tongue explores her core, probing so to eat up every drop of Hobi's cum that he can and rub against her g-spot. She begs for mercy he won't give. Her legs shake and she whimpers, but Jin gets a surprise of his own when he feels Hoseok's hands around his shaft, his tongue and lips following close behind.

"Fuck, Jinnie, your so big," Hobi praises between lavish licks. "I hope you don't hurt our sweet girl," he smirks. Hobi continues to suck him for a minute longer while Jin sucks unforgivingly on Yn's clit, until suddenly an arm wrapped around her waist pulls her away. He centers her hips over Jin's.

With one hand stroking her hair, he holds the other infront of her mouth. "Give me some spit, baby," he commands. Yn spits into his palm and he does the same before rubbing their mixture on Jin's already saliva covered cock. Hobi rubs the round head of Jin's cock against her clit a few times before he aligns him with her entrance. Yn pushes herself down to take him in, biting her lips to muffle the cry leaving her throat as he stretches her more than ever before. She's only ever had her own fingers.

"Ynie?" Jin calls her attention with his gentle hand on her thigh. "Are you okay?" She merely nods her head.

"It's okay, babygirl, take it slow," Hobi tells her quietly. "Jinnie's cock is all yours. You can take your time, right Jinnie?"

Jin's head is clouded with the pleasure of her tight walls around him, but he nods and strokes her thighs soothingly. "I'm yours, baby, no rush," he agrees. He's worried about her, terrified of causing her pain. But he knows she knows she can stop anytime, that no one would be bothered. She wants him and he can see it in her eyes when she looks down at him.

Yn let's herself sink further on his cock until she's taken all she thinks she can. Her legs are burning though and she leans forward over him before she dares to move. Slowly she rocks her hips, gliding carefully up and down his thick cock as Hoseok watches, stroking his own while his other hand caresses her curves.

"That's it, babygirl, just like that," he encourages.

"God, you feel amazing," Jin sighs as she moves above him. His hands take hold of her hips and guide her movements as she gets used to how full she is of him and tries to keep a steady rhythm.

"There's so much of you, " she smiles as she moans.

"But it's all yours," he reminds her, lifting his head to give her a kiss. Jin's hand slide up her slick back to hold her still as he moves his hips, fucking into her faster, making her cry out in pleasure to the beat of his thrusts. Hobi jerks himself off as he watches him fuck her harder, her screams of ecstacy adding to his arousal. Knitting his hand into her hair he pulls her back up, and standing, shoves his cock past her lips. He holds her head in place so he can fuck her mouth, even as she continues to moan for Jin. Yn holds her hand out for Jin and he takes it, pulling himself into a sitting position as well. Yn pulls Hoseok's cock from her mouth and pushes him into Jin's, who sucks the other boy graciously. Cradled into Jin's hips still, Yn fucks him slowly with smaller movements. Jin removes his mouth from Hobi only for a second so he can share him with Yn. Their tongues and lips glide in unison along his long shaft, caressing each vein as Hoseok throws his head back, guttural sounds of pleasure escaping from his throat. He leans forward again to be able to look at his two precious lovers, doing everything they can to please him as Yn cups his balls in her small hand and Jin gently rubs his taint.

"That's so fucking good. Mmm you're so good," he whimpers.

Yn pushes Hoseok's cock back into Jin’s mouth, watching him take the other boy's long member down his throat while she grinds her hips in circles on him.

"You hear that? You're such a good boy, Jinnie. You make daddy so happy. And you look so sexy doing it. Fuck-" she moans as she sinks deeper on his thick cock. Jin looks into her eyes as he moans at her praise. He pushes his middle finger into her mouth for her to suck on and cover with spit before he teases Hobi's asshole with the same finger. Hoseok curses in delight, digging his fingers into both their hair and drawing their eyes up to him.

Suddenly, she takes Hobi's cock from her partner's mouth and takes him down as far as she can, gagging herself loudly as she looks up at her daddy with big eyes.

"You better share, babygirl," he admonishes her. She pulls him from her mouth enough to let Jin lick his beautiful shaft while she sucks on his head. Hoseok begins to crumble as Jin's finger pushes playfully into his anus. "Fuck, babies, I'm gonna cum soon," he warns.

"Please cum for us, daddy," Yn whines.

"Mm, yes. Cum all over us. Wanna see what our princess looks like covered in your cum."

"Fuck, Jinnie," Hobi moans, that much closer just by the image he conjures. He takes his own member again and strokes it quickly above their faces, which are waiting giddily with their tongues out. "Damn, you two are so hot. How did I get so-" Hobi groans loudly as his orgasm hits him, "lucky." Thick silvery cum spurts from his cock onto the waiting pair, hitting their lips and chins and falling onto their chests as they're pressed together. They take a moment to admire each other before Yn licks whatever is left from Hobi's tip, making him shudder. He sinks to his knees beside the pair and pulls them close to him, all three of their tongues moving together as they kiss. Jin pulls away to taste the cum on Yn's chin, pulling her hips down at the same time. She moans into Hobi's mouth with the movement. He holds her there a moment longer before releasing her to clean up the mess he's made on Jin's face, which she does greedily. Jin holds her close, moving his hips rhythmically and enjoying the filthy wet sounds made by his dick inside her pussy. Meanwhile Hobi moves behind them to rest against Yns pillows, leaning on the headboard.

"Come here, babygirl," Hobi commands, causing them both to stop their movements. Jin kisses her one last time before he releases her and she crawls across the bed, in between Hobi's legs. He kisses her once and then turns her around, bringing her down to lay her back against his chest and talks in her ear, just loud enough for Jin to hear, while he rubs her breasts. "Time for you to have a rest, little one. But we still want Jinnie to cum for us, don't we, baby?" Yn hums her agreement. Hobi reaches down to open her legs as he looks up at the panting boy. "She's all yours, Jinnie."

Jin smiles and leans down to take a few licks of her pussy adding his own spit as lubricant before he kneels at her entrance and slowly pushes into her. He's enchanted by the way she stretches and envelopes him so tightly, enthralled by watching her tiny pussy swallow his thick cock.

"You're taking me so well, princess," Jin praises as Hobi presses kisses to the side of her head. When he's sure he's not hurting her, he begins to move faster. He pushes her legs back and Hoseok holds them behind her knees.

"Play with yourself," Hobi whispers in her ear, and she obediently reaches down to rub her clit. "That's right, babygirl, play with your clit while you take Jinnie's big, fat cock. You're doing so well baby." She continues rubbing as the pressure becomes too much, and Hobi can tell. "That's it, baby, you can do it. Let him feel what it's like when you cum all around him. Let him feel your sweet cunt," he growls in her ear as she has another shattering orgasm. He holds tightly to her spasming body, keeping her safe as she cries out from the overwhelming sensation. Hobi notices Jin begin to slow down. "Don't stop. She can take it, can't you? You've got me. You can take it. I want Jinnie to fuck you til he cums, too. Make him feel good, won't you, babygirl?"

Yn is unable to form words and she clings to Hobi’s arms. He releases her legs and cradles her to give her some comfort as she looks desperately into his eyes. Her body pushes onto his with each powerful thrust from Jin, who keeps pounding into her with pleasure.

"You're okay, baby. We love you. And you're doing so good," he coos as he caresses her hair and kisses her face. "Isn't she pretty when she cums, baby?" he asks Jin. "Isnt she pretty when you fuck her? Just like you said."

Jin watches them as he goes deeper and faster into her. "So fucking pretty," he grunts. "She's so beautiful and she's ours, daddy. Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon."

"Good, baby. Cum on her tummy for me. I wanna see you paint her up so pretty and nice," Hobi smiles.

Jin pulls out quickly, leaving Yn suddenly empty, and gives just a few quick strokes before his cum shoots out, reaching all the way up to her breasts, leaving abstract lines all over her abdomen. He remains above her on his knees, panting, spent.

"Come here, babyboy." Hobi holds out his hand and Jin bends over to be received by him, his pulsing cock grazing Yn's stomach as he does so. Hoseok kisses the boy with his hand on his neck, a reward for his hard work. "Come, take her," he tells Jin, who falls down beside them. Hobi slips out from under her and gives her a soft kiss on the forehead. "I'll be right back," he whispers before he gets off the bed and leaves the room, grabbing his pants on the way out.

Yn turns her head to look at Jin through heavily hooded eyes. "Hi, Seokjinnie," she says tiredly, reaching for his hand to entwine their fingers.

"Hi, Ynie," he smiles, laying on his side to look at her.

"Did I make you happy?" she wonders.

Jin looks at her softly, touching his hand to her cheek. "You made me very happy, sweetheart. I couldn't be happier. What about you? Was it too much for you? Did I hurt you?"

She smiles gleefully despite her exhaustion. "I'm great, Jinnie. Tired. I'm sure I'll be sore. But I loved every moment. Don't worry."

Hoseok returns carrying an armful of water bottles and warm wash cloths. He places the bottles on Yn's bedside table and then sets about cleaning Jin up first.

"I can do it," Jin offers as the other boy wipes his face, but Hobi brushes off his hand.

"Let me," Hobi smiles softly and continues tenderly wiping the sweat and cum from his body, all while yn lies between them, but her eyes are closed and she's paying little attention. "Perfect," Hobi proclaims with a kiss pressed to Jin's plump lips when he's finished. "Now, let's take care of you, angel."

He hands a warm, wet towel to Jin and they both clean her very gently as soft, sleepy sounds come from her lips.

"Jinnie, she looks cold," Hoseok notes quietly as he takes the wet cloths and puts them in her laundry basket. Without needing to think about it, Jin pulls Yn to him with her back to his chest. Hobi returns to get into bed with them, pulling the cover over all three of them as he lays facing them.

"How are you?" he asks Jin, his thumb gently brushing Jin's cheek.

"I'm amazing," Jin replies with a smile that makes his eyes almost disappear as he nuzzles into Hobi's hand.

"Today was...unexpected. Next time I promise we'll be prepared. We'll make it all about you, babyboy," Hobi vows, running his fingers through his lover's hair.

"I won't say no to that, but I promise, I'm fully satisfied." Hobi leans over to give him a soft, lingering kiss before he settles back down.

"Are you still with us, angel?" Hobi asks, petting her cheek.

"Yes," she responds quietly, forcing her eyes open to look at Hoseok's sweet face.

"Hi," Hobi smiles fondly, light in his eyes.

"Hi."

"Did we push you too far, my love?" He worries.

"No!" she responds eagerly. "I loved it. I knew I was safe with you."

"I'll always keep you safe," he promises with a kiss to her forehead.

"We know. Thank you for taking such good care of both of us," Jin expresses gratefully. He holds Yn tightly and kisses her shoulder, emphasizing that he's thankful for Hoseok's care of her as well.

"You don't need to thank me," Hoseok denies with a shake of his head. Looking between their two faces, nestled together, he thinks of just how much they had given him--how much they always give him. He scoots closer so there's no space between him and Yn. "I love you both so much more than words can say. You're mine, and I'm so grateful. What we had today was incredible, and I can't wait for more, but first and foremost, you're my sweet babies, and I'm always going to care for and protect you."

Yn beams at him. "We love you, too, Hope. And we're lucky to be yours."

Hoseok pecks a kiss to her nose. "Go to sleep now, little one."

She's grateful for the permission, but sorry to close her eyes on his sweet face. She snuggles more deeply between the two of them, feeling warm and secure.

"You, too, my prince," Hobi coos.

"Aren't you tired?" Jin wonders.

"I am," Hobi answers, leaning his head into his pillow, and caresses Jin's arm. "But I want to watch you sleep for a little while."

>>

Yn's eyes open slowly. She's surprised to find her head cradled in Hobi's shoulder and no one behind her. Hoseok doesn't realize she's awake until she turns her head to confirm Jin's absence.

"Did Jinnie leave?" She asks, and Hobi can hear the disappointment in her voice.

"Look how sad you are," he chuckles, plucking her pouted lip with his fingertip. "Jinnie is just in the kitchen getting us something to eat."

"Oh," she breathes. "You're watching tv? And you're dressed." Hoseok hums. "Did I sleep too long?"

He turns his head to see the guilt in her eyes and strokes her cheek. "Of course not, little one. We just woke up a little while ago. We're just relaxing. You sleep as long as you need. Go back to sleep if you want. No one is leaving," he assures her.

"I don't want to sleep. I want to spend time with you." She pulls herself closer and snuggles into his side. He responds by turning on his side and wrapping both arms around her. "What time is it, anyway?"

"Mmm...late," he replies casually.

"You're gonna stay with me all night?"

"Of course, babygirl. Nowhere else I'd rather be." He kisses her lazily, holding her there for several minutes until her bedroom door slowly opens and Jin backs in with a tray of food.

"You and Namjoon really live off the stuff in your pantry?" He asks, shaking his head.

"We survive," she laughs and Hobi laughs with her.

"What did you manage to get?" Hobi wonders.

"Well, it's mostly ramen, but I also got some cookies and chips." The pair in the bed sit up while Jin puts the tray in front of them.

"Hey, you're wearing my shirt," Yn pouts.

"It's my shirt," he reminds her.

"Debatable."

"I'll leave it with you when I go," he pledges, but she continues to pout at the thought of him going.

"I guess at least it will smell like you. That might comfort me when I'm all alone."

Jin rolls his eyes. "Speaking of shirts, you need one." He hops up from the bed to go through her drawers.

"Does she though?" Hobi questions, eyes scanning he'd chest.

"She can't eat hot noodles with no shirt on, Hoseokie," Jin tells him as he searches.

"Sad, but true," Hobi frowns, but his expression soon changes to a smile when he sees which shirt Seokjin has chosen.

"What?" He wonders when the other two giggle as he slips the article over her head.

"That's my shirt," Hobi smiles, amused.

"Do you own any of your own clothes?" Jin asks as her head comes through the neck hole.

"I have two boyfriends, why would I?"

"Jin doesn't have any of my clothes." Hobi shakes his head as he picks up a bowl of noodles.

"Actually…"

"What?"

"Well, you left your green sweatshirt at my house last month, and it smelled like you, so I never gave it back." Jin blushes cutely.

Hobi chuckles, endeared. "I guess you can keep it, just because you're so cute."

"Thank you." Jin grins. "Now eat up."

"Wait just a second." Yn interjects. "Hobi, don't you have something to add to this conversation?" She looks at him accusingly.

"No," he replies quickly before he shoves noodles into his mouth.

"Oh, yeah? So where is Jin's Ramones shirt?" Jin's eyes go wide as Hobi stops chewing.

"Yah! I knew someone stole it!" Jin shouts, much to Yn's amusement.

He chews quickly and swallows, practically choking. "I didn't mean to steal it! You left it on the bench in the locker room and I was going to take it and return it to you...but then I tried it on and I liked it."

"Thieves. Thieves everywhere," Jin laments. "You're lucky I love you." The others finally pick up their bowls and begin to eat and it's quiet for a few minutes.

"I'll go clean up," Yn says as she scrambles over Hobi to get off the bed. "Do you guys need anything?" As soon as her feet touch the ground she finds her legs weak and wobbly, collapsing beneath her. She catches the edge of the bed and Hobi holds onto her just in case.

"Damn, we really overworked you, huh, babygirl?" Hobi chuckles, but there's sympathy underlying his tone.

"I'm a little sore," she admits, though it hadn't bothered her until just now.

"Get back in bed. I'll take care of the dishes," Hobi tells her, pulling her back on the bed by her hips.

"No," she whines. "I'll feel like a bad girlfriend if you both come over here and cook and clean for me."

"Aish. What do you mean 'bad girlfriend'?"

"Yeah, baby, we're the ones who fucked you up. Let us take care of things, princess," Jin offers.

"You two stay here. Pick a movie and get comfortable. I'll be back in a few minutes." Hoseok picks up the tray and begins to leave.

"Can you bring me tea?" Yn pouts, even though she knows she doesn't need to. Hoseok simply smiles and nods and hurries to the kitchen. "What do you feel like watching?" Yn asks, handing Jin the TV remote.

"Something nice we've seen a million times?" He suggests as she wraps herself around his back. He shrugs to ease his muscles as she leans into his neck.

"Does it hurt?" She wonders with a light kiss.

"Just a little, from sleeping funny, I think." He shrugs again. She pulls away and begins to massage his shoulders the way he likes while he continues to search for something, moaning lightly to let her know when she's found the right spot.

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Lol this last part wasn't really needed but I could resist the little bit of fluff bc I always torture you with angst. I also didn't know how to end it so I just left it here and you can imagine how they all three take care of each other 🥺

#bts fanfic #bts jin #bts hobi #poly bts #2seok x reader #bulletproof heart #bts smut #threes0me #bts x reader #bts fic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts #thankstaking

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Kinktober Day 11

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟday 11: phone sex *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

♡ pairing: seokjin x hoseok x f. reader

♡ genre: established relationship, polyam, smut [18+]

♡ summary: when your boyfriends are away, they still make time for you to play

♡ wc: 752

♡ warnings: phone/video sex, lingerie, use of sex toy, pet names (baby, love), masturbation (f. and m.), handjobs, cum eating

♡ date: October 25, 2023

“Spread your legs, baby,” Hoseok demands as he leans back in his chair.

“Yeah, open up. Don’t be shy, baby,” Seokjin encourages from beside him in his chair.

You’re bashful, nodding as you scoot back, spreading your legs for your boyfriends. You hated when they had to travel for work, but they made time for you every night you were away, and tonight, you’re riled up beyond belief. You knew it was the actions of your boys, perhaps Hoseok’s.

“So beautiful,” Seokjin states, looking you in the eyes. You thank him, running your hand over your chest. He follows your hand with his eyes, admiring the lace lingerie he had picked out for you and had delivered just for tonight.

Hoseok looks down at his phone, smirking when he sits a button on the screen, and you jolt. 

“Fuck, baby,” you groan as the toy you had vibrates inside you. 

Hoseok chuckles as he watches you writhe. “I think this is the best thing we’ve ever bought.”

Seokjin nods in agreement, palming his hard cock over the thin material of his boxers. He curses as Hoseok instructs you to rub your clit slowly while maintaining eye contact.

“You’ve been such a good girl for us, baby,” Hoseok coos as his eyes darken, his name rolling off your tongue. You arch, legs already trembling.

“That’s it, love. Nice and slow, but don’t cum just yet,” Seokjin commands, licking his lips as he slouches in his chair. He’s stroking his cock now while Hoseok kisses his shoulder. He turns his head to kiss him, smiling smugly when you whine.

“I can’t wait to get my hands on you,” Hoseok tells you as he looks back at the screen. He raises the vibrations of the toy and you cry out.

“Gonna fuck you so good,” Seokjin adds, groaning when Hoseok goes back to kissing and sucking on his neck.

“Jin!” you bite your lip, muffling the next moan as he continues to tell you what they plan on doing to you on their return.

“I’m gonna make you sit on my face, dripping onto my tongue,” Hoseok groans as Seokjin wraps his hand around his erection, making his breathing grow labored. 

You’re jealous. You wish you could be with them as your orgasm grows near. Seokjin kisses Hoseok’s neck, moaning as they stroke each other.

“I want you both,” you groan as you rub your clit faster, thighs pressed together as the toy continues to vibrate inside you. 

“Open up for us, love. Don’t close your legs, we wanna watch when you cum,” Seokjin’s voice is softer, but his hooded gaze makes you whine in response. 

“Want you to fuck me?” you admit with another whine. Your eyes flutter shut as you curse, your body quivering with pleasure. “I want to cream all over your cock. I want you to dig your fingers into my hips while I ride you. I want your fat cock to make me cum again and again.”

“Fuck, baby,” Seokjin curses, wetting his lips as he falls back in his chair. Hoseok groans, biting his lip. You turn to him and cry out his name as pleasure wracks your body.

“I want you too, Hobi. Want your cock stuffed down my throat, want to choke on it until you stuff my mouth with cum,” you say as you groan, biting back a moan.

“Fuck,” Hoseok curses. His eyes remain locked on yours as he watches you cum for him and he follows soon after, cumming all over Seokjin’s hand.

“Shit,” Seokjin chuckles. “You made a mess.”

Seokjin brings his hand to his lips and licks it. You moan again, watching as Seokjin strokes his cock a few more times and cums.

Hoseok stops the vibrator and you thank him as you try to sit up on your trembling legs. The men laugh, apologizing half-heartedly.

“We miss you,” Seokjin says as Hoseok nods, eyes sleepily staring at the screen. You pout at your sleepy boyfriend, wishing you could cuddle them both.

“We’ll be home tomorrow afternoon,” Hoseok assures you as he snuggles into Seokjin.

“Then we won’t have to travel for the rest of the year,” Seokjin adds with a soft smile that makes you tear up.

“Promise?”

“We promise,” they say in unison.

The three of you talk for a few more minutes before logging off. You clean up and go to bed by yourself, your hand reaching out on either side of you. Tomorrow your loves will be home.

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Collateral 🗡️ 12: Loose lips sink ships

Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You.

But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?

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🗡️ Yoongi x Female Reader x Namjoon 🗡️ word count: 11.6k 🗡️ mafia au, strangers to lovers, graphic violence, major character injury, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit 21+  🗡️ chapter warnings: the return of our favorite gossip girl Felix, graphic descriptions of violence (use of incendiary device to start fire, use of kunai knives and glass to stab & slit throats, use of drugs to force an overdose, smothering), sleep paralysis nightmare, fingering and face-sitting in the garden, joonbug is a real softie, 2seok are up to something. 🗡️ beta read by @neoneunnajimin! <3  🗡️ posted on jan. 2023 | read on ao3 🗡️ note: happy new year, friends! so excited to kick off 2023 with a chapter of my beloved Collateral! this chapter was fun to write, and it is introducing so many things that will be important for the rest of the story. the descriptions of violence in this one are pretty wild, so please be ready!

Light pours into Yoongi's bedroom, and you grumble as you stretch your arms over your head, feeling the final dredges of sleep wash away to wakefulness. The bed is empty, and the light pouring in is still soft with hints of pink, signifying dawn, so you assume that the men had gotten up much earlier and probably will not be back until afternoon. 

Feeling hunger pangs in the pit of your stomach, you grumble and concede to getting out of the warmth of the giant, lonely bed, to make your way into the kitchen for something to eat. Perhaps Felix or Changbin will be around to join you—though you still feel put off by the latter's behavior the last time you saw him, you would still welcome his company.

As you push the heavy door open, making your way out into the balcony, you find two bodies sitting on the bench outside your bedroom door. However, neither are the men you expected. 

Seokjin sits tall in a burgundy three-piece suit with one leg crossed over the other, holding his phone as if he is watching something on the screen. Beside him, Hoseok is dressed in his standard black garb with his head on Seokjin's shoulder, smiling at whatever he is looking at. Suddenly, you feel exposed walking out in only one of Namjoon's oversized black shirts and panties, and you take a step back to rethink your attire and consider putting on some of Yoongi's sweatpants. 

However, before you can make it back into the safety of the master bedroom, Seokjin looks up and, with a grin, clicks his phone off and keeps his attention on you. 

"Well, well," he mutters, "if it isn't the wolf cub we were hoping to see."

You rock on your heels, still deciding whether or not to excuse yourself into Yoongi's room, but Hoseok sits up straight, and Seokjin stands, both with their eyes fixed on you. 

"Come," Seokjin says, slipping his phone into his front pocket while holding out his free hand. "I have something I would like to discuss with you."

"Oh," you mutter, reluctantly stepping forward and padding over to the men. "Okay."

"Before we begin," Seokjin says, moving into your personal space and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Seokjin wears an expensive-smelling cologne—woody and musky with fruity and floral notes; more feminine than you would expect. "This proposition I have for you...it has to stay between us."

"What do you mean?" you mutter as Hoseok stands before you with a pointed stare. 

"We have devised a plan to spy on the rival family," Seokjin says.

"Yoongi's ex," Hoseok adds, though you already know. 

"But in order for this plan to work, Yoongi mustn't know."

You hum, already feeling trepidation over doing something behind Yoongi's back that involves mafia activity. Especially considering the Shin family is all the way in Busan; how would they suppose you can spy on them?

"We have a little bird on the inside," Hoseok continues, "but he is afraid to get too close."

"We were thinking," Seokjin says, "that if we could get you into her home, you would be able to get a lot more information."

You shake your head. Into her home? Absolutely not. Not to mention—

"How would we get me into her home without him knowing?"

"Deception on both sides, of course," Seokjin answers as if it is nothing. "Yoongi gets word that you are feeling suffocated and cooped up, and you need to take a vacation. I offer to set everything up—as I am wont to do—and we send you to Busan."

"And Ryujin?" you ask incredulously. "She has already seen my face. How would we get me into her house?"

Hoseok shrugs. "Someone leaks information that you are being abused and need somewhere safe to hide from the Min family. She's a softie; she'll take you."

The thought of framing Yoongi as abusive to win his ex's favor settles like a brick in the pit of your stomach, and you tense in Seokjin's hold, clenching and relaxing your fists at your sides. In an attempt to play it off, you shrug and scoff, rolling your eyes as you glance from Hoseok to Seokjin.

"A softie? She sent men to beat your boxer to death, and to attack Jimin. I would hardly call her a softie."

"Compared to what your hubby does," Hoseok snarls playfully, "that's nothing."

A shiver runs through you at the word hubby. Something about it stirs your insides in all the worst possible ways. Setting that aside, the plan seems foolish. How long do they expect you to feign being on vacation? Getting to know someone well enough to spy on them is something you imagine would take months, if not a year, at least.

"This plan is terrible," you respond, turning away from Seokjin and letting his arm fall away from your shoulder. "I can't imagine I will be able to gather as much intel on her in the timespan of...whatever a getaway is."

Hoseok shrugs. "So we tell him you're on sabbatical."

"It won't work," you insist. "Yoongi is far too clingy for that."

Seokjin hums, and you turn to find him studying you with squinted eyes.

"If I revise the plan and make it more believable, would you reconsider?"

There is a part of you that wants to say yes, if only as payback for what they did to Jimin. But there is no way someone as possessive as Yoongi would let you leave. And even if he were foolish enough not to see through the lie, you doubt that Namjoon would be.

"If it is actually a believable plan then yes, I will reconsider."  

Both men smile, and Seokjin reaches to pat you on the shoulder. He shares a knowing glance and says, "Loose lips sink ships," before turning to walk down the stairs. 

"See you soon, little cub," Hoseok sing-songs, following close behind. 

You sit on the bench outside your bedroom door, feeling the soft upholstery on your thighs, and wait for them to get enough of a head start before making your way to the kitchen. Part of you hopes that Yoongi has been around all along, rendering the whole conversation moot so you can all move on and forget about it altogether. But, when you finally do make your way downstairs, toward the kitchen, the main hall is empty, and the mansion is quiet. 

After a small breakfast of cereal and fruit, you walk into the main hall to find Felix at the entrance, kicking off his shoes. You fail to hold back a squeal as you run through the hall, and Felix looks up with a wide smile, holding his arms wide to catch you.

"Hello," Felix beams in his deep voice, Australian accent adding unnecessary consonants—something you have missed dearly.

"Poolside!" you shout as you step out of the hug. "Champagne and catching up! Don't say no!"

"I wouldn't dream of saying no," Felix responds, rubbing a palm over the top of your head as if you are a child. To his credit, you are still running around in nothing but a giant t-shirt and underwear, which seems like something a child might do.

With a mock-offended groan, you swat Felix's hand away and turn, running for the stairs. Although Felix follows behind, his footsteps are much slower, taking his time. You slam your bedroom door open and jet into the closet, tugging Namjoon's shirt off as soon as you are safe around the corner of the walk-in, and fling open a drawer that contains bathing suits.

Grabbing a black two-piece, you hardly give it a glance as you hop out of your panties and into the suit, then you yank the first baby blue sun dress you see from its hanger and unceremoniously pull it over your head, spinning it several times around your neck before your arms line up with the correct holes. 

Felix appears in the doorway in swim shorts and a tee.

"I wore the trunks here knowing you would wanna swim," he says as you pad over.

"Of course you did," you mutter in response, delighted by how predictable you are, and the two of you bound down the stairs. 

The moment you step outside, the bartender approaches, and you wonder if the poor guy ever takes time off—what must his hours be like? At least he has the wherewithal to leave the open bottle behind right away, saving himself a trip. It only takes two glasses of bubbly before your lips are too loose for your own good—ignoring Seokjin's earlier advice.

"Is the mansion bugged?" you ask as you hold your champagne flute to your lips.

Felix's eyes widen, and he stares unblinkingly for several seconds. "Why do you ask?"

With a shrug, you mutter, "Just curious."

"Are you having conversations you don't want master Yoongi to hear?"

With a scoff, you shake your head and mutter, "Please do not call him that," making Felix laugh. 

"On the contrary," you continue, "I may have overheard a conversation that I wonder if he should know about."

You do not want to divulge what Seokjin and Hoseok said to you up on the second-floor balcony, and attempt to separate yourself from the conversation. All good lies come from a place of truth, after all. 

"But you don't want to snitch," Felix suggests with a grin.

"Of course."

"Because snitches get stitches."

You chuckle as you say, "So I have heard," then you gulp back the rest of your champagne. Felix finishes his, as well, and takes your glass to refill it.

"No," he continues as he pours, "the mansion is not bugged, save for the dining halls, I believe—rooms where meetings with outsiders may take place. But, as far as I know, those systems are only switched on when needed."

You nod and accept your full glass, taking a sip.

"Yoongi trusts his men implicitly. So if the conversation you overheard was between two of them, then you may want to sow some seeds of discontent, making Yoongi investigate on his own. Or record any future conversations they may have."

"Do any of the family men need Yoongi's approval to enter the mansion when he's not here?” you ask, eager to sway the conversation. 

Felix shakes his head. “The family men have twenty-four-hour access. And the retina scanner pings Yoongi’s phone so he always knows who is coming in and going out.”

“I suppose you also have access, since your room is upstairs.”

Felix blinks at you several times as if confused, then chuckles and shakes his head.

“We only occupy that room when Yoongi wants constant watch over someone. Changbin and I live elsewhere, on a nearby property.”

“Oh,” you mutter. That explains why you have not seen either of them in a while. 

“And we do not have constant access. Yoongi sends us a code for the door that changes daily, so we can only come in on days when he wants us to.”

You suppose you should not be too surprised that Yoongi is paranoid even of his security staff. He is, after all, more powerful than even you still realize, but something about it is a bit unsettling…though, what that something is, is hard to put your finger on. You decide, instead, to sway the conversation a bit.

"And the parties that used to take place out here? Which have all but stopped."

"Mostly Jeongguk and Taehyung's doing, as far as I know," Felix responds. "But ever since the whole ecstasy fiasco, they stopped letting people over. And with Jeongguk getting stabbed..."

Felix trails off, and you find yourself biting back a smirk. It is, of course, not funny that Jeongguk got stabbed, but whenever you remember a very exasperated Seokjin carrying him over his shoulder while Jeongguk was high out of his mind, you cannot help but feel amused. He is fine, after all.

"What...was all that about?" you ask, wondering if Felix can even tell you. "Namjoon and I met up with Changkyun once to beat some information out of a couple of guys, but I haven’t heard Namjoon or Yoongi mention it since.”

The surprise in Felix's voice takes you off guard. "Yoongi never told you?"

You shake your head and shrug. "No, but, to be fair, I never asked. And we have had other things come up, I suppose."

After a pause, Felix asks, "Are you sure you wanna know?"

You nod, wide-eyed and eager, and you must really look silly because Felix chuckles and shakes his head.

"The whole thing feels like a scene from a movie, honestly; it was so weird hearing about it that I almost didn't believe it was real. Even while I watched it, myself, it felt too insane."

Anticipation hangs, and you watch as Felix stares at you with a grin. You kick his shin and urge him to continue.

 "Alright, alright," he says. "But it gets pretty...gruesome at times. So stop me if you need to."

"I'm a big girl," you tease, "I can handle myself."

"Yeah?" Felix challenges with a raise of his eyebrows. "Do you know how many men Jeongguk killed that night?"

Until this very moment, you were unaware that Jeongguk had killed anyone that night. You shake your head as your eyebrows knit—the concern written on your face only seeming to delight your friend all the more.

"Fifteen," Felix says slowly, drawing out each syllable.

"Fif—what?"

With an eager nod, Felix takes a gulp of his champagne and begins. "Apparently he had these ecstasy pills that were laced with meth, and he popped two of them, drank down a bunch of whiskey, snorted a pile of cocaine and just went ape shit on a room full of men who were linked to the one guy who ripped him off."

Your mouth hangs around words like who and what and how but nothing comes out. 

"I watched the security footage, so everything I am about to tell you is the truth. And you need to believe me when I say it is the craziest shit I have ever seen. At one point, Jeongguk reached into his shirt and pulled out a kunai knife that he twirled on the end of his finger. And over the course of the fight, he pulled out several more, so I don't know if he had like a bandolier of them strapped to his chest, or something."

"Kunai?" you ask in disbelief, and when Felix nods, you add, "Like, from Naruto?"

This makes Felix double over, spilling some of the champagne from his glass.

"Yes!" he shouts as his head hangs between his knees. "Like from Naruto!"

The idea is so funny that you join Felix in laughter; you know that kunai is a real weapon, but you have never actually seen them used outside of television. Of course, the fact that Jeongguk used these knives to at least kill some of the fifteen men is hardly funny, but the visual is just ridiculous. What kind of person is Jeongguk? This is a question you find yourself thinking about often. What goes on inside his head?

"Okay," Felix says, sitting up with tears in his eyes. "I will spare you all of the gory details, but basically, Jeongguk orchestrated a gathering of these fifteen men—including the one who had stolen from him, Jae."

The name Jae rings a bell from when you accompanied Namjoon to beat those two men with a baton. 

"They were at some dingy bar that Jeongguk owns, and Jeongguk showed up, told the outside door guard not to let anyone out, and bid the bartender farewell. Then, he hopped over the counter and began constructing a molotov cocktail."

Already, this sounds like a fever dream, and you take a gulp of champagne, feeling tipsiness begin to swirl in your chest and head. 

"So," you inquire with a raise of an eyebrow, "he grabbed a bottle of..."

"Vodka."

"Right, of course," you respond, biting back a grin. "Then he shoved a rag into it and what? Lit it on fire?"

"Exactly."

"Wh—" You begin to wonder who in real life, in their right mind, even thinks to do that. But then you remember that Jeongguk was most certainly not in his right mind. 

"Then, he hopped up onto the bar with the incendiary and chucked it over the crowd of men so that it smashed against the ceiling, raining fire down on them."

Again, you attempt to ask questions that never form, only finding yourself able to mutter, "That...sounds fake."

"It was honestly incredible," Felix beams, perhaps a little too excitedly. "Fire rained down on these men and they began to panic. Only one man caught fire to the point of needing to stop, drop, and roll, but the commotion it created was precisely the type of chaos that someone like Jeongguk feeds off of.”

You imagine men running around frantically as their hair and clothing burn, and although the imagery is cartoonish in your mind, the idea makes your stomach churn. 

“Jeongguk managed to isolate the Jae guy and restrain him to a pipe,” Felix continues. “It’s an older brick building, kind of industrial, with some of the pipes coming out of the walls and snaking back in, and I believe Jeongguk used handcuffs to restrain his wrist. Then, he went to town on the other fourteen while Jae watched.”

“What do you mean by he ‘went to town’ on them?”

“With the kunai,” Felix responds as if it is obvious, then he screws up his face in thought. “Mostly by stabbing the tips into the men’s necks, or slicing their throats open. A couple men attacked with punches, and he would use one blade to punch into their arms, blocking their swings, while advancing with the other kunai into this jugular. Some got headbutted before throat-gauged. It was a mess. At one point, there was so much blood on the floor, and vodka from the Molotov, that a guy slipped and broke his head open on all the broken glass.”

Suddenly, you do not think you want to know how the situation escalated so much that Jeongguk got stabbed. Though, considering he was outnumbered and the floor was covered in broken glass, you can wager a guess. 

“One of the details I overheard Taehyung tell was that in his pocket, Jeongguk had a bloodstained mouth guard. Imagine that sight. Jeon Jeongguk, high out of his fucking mind, covered in blood and sweat, wielding kunai knives with this wide, plastic grin. Maniacal.”

“And he only got stabbed once?” you ask incredulously as you remember all the substances in his system while he fought all these men. 

“Twice, technically, but from the same guy. He most likely got cocky. He was facing Jae—saying his final words, I assumed, judging by how he stood—and a guy who must have been playing dead before gathered two large pieces of glass and first tried stabbing him in the guts under his ribs, but only really managed to get him between the shoulder blades.”

“And, let me guess,” you deadpan, “he got a kunai to the throat?”

“Two to the stomach, I believe. He was already bleeding pretty badly, though from where, it was hard to tell.”

“And I assume Seokjin found him somehow and brought him home?”

Felix nods.

“Luckily, Jeongguk had the wherewithal to call Seokjin before it all went down and tell him he would need a ride home. Unfortunately for Seokjin, however, Jeongguk failed to mention he had driven his bike into town.”

A scoff rocks through your chest as you try to imagine Jeon Jeongguk—dressed head to toe in his standard mobster black attire with his pupils dilated into black disks—riding a bicycle like a carefree child. 

“And this bike,” you inquire, failing to hold back a smile, “what does it look like?”

Felix beams. “Oh, it’s the cutest thing! Mint green with a little brown basket on the handles.”

“You’re lying,” you mutter in disbelief. 

Felix shakes his head. “It has a bell and everything! He pulls up to the house and brrring brrrings it with a shit-eating grin.”

Now that is something you would pay to see. 

“Wait, so Seokjin brought him back here on a bicycle?”

With a hum, Felix says, “He must have a luggage rack over the back wheel, because Seokjin complained about him sitting behind him, leaning hard into his back while his feet kept slipping from the pegs and bumping into the tires.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“Good thing I befriended Jimin and not Jeongguk,” you mutter. 

With a knowing grin, Felix leans forward and says, “According to a little bird, Jimin recently orchestrated a murder, too.”

“You’re lying,” you gasp as you chug back the rest of your champagne and begin to refill your glass. 

Felix shakes his head and holds his empty glass for a refill, as well. “Well, I think technically, Seokjin finished the job. Jimin is by far the biggest softie of the group.”

"And the least soft one is Jeongguk, I presume?" you mutter jokingly.

Felix's eyes widen, and he says, "That would be Taehyung."

You cock your head to the side, pointing an ear in his direction, as if you may have misheard. "Taehyung?"

A grin tugs at Felix's lips, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Taehyung didn't become a doctor because he likes to help people. He became a doctor because the human body fascinates him, and he enjoys ripping them open. He just happens to be very good at taking care of the select few men he has no desire to rip open. Evidently, the man has a stare so deadly, it makes even Jeongguk cower. But this is all conjecture; we do not dare talk about Taehyung's personal life unless he tells us something directly."

“This is too much information,” you grumble as you top off Felix’s glass and set the empty bottle onto the small table between the heads of your poolside beds.

You definitely want to know more about this situation with Jimin, but after Jeongguk’s murder party, you have heard enough; you cannot even begin to fathom what goes on behind Taehyung's closed door. Instead, you store the information away for later, chug the remaining champagne, and then ask Felix if he would like to swim. 

You must have fallen asleep poolside after returning to the padded bed, feeling a little too drunk and quite a bit tired. The last thing you remember is Felix continuing to swim and convincing the bartender to strip down to his briefs and join him. 

Although your eyes are open, everything poolside seems strange. It feels muted and still, and although you can hear the gentle sloshing of the water and several distant male voices, you are unable to detect any movement. Like an abandoned movie set, closed up, and left for the night. 

A shadow looms over you, and you wonder at first, if you are imagining it. It looks huge—great enough to fully engulf and crush you if it wanted to. You attempt to close your eyes or look away, but you are stuck, paralyzed as the shadow hovers closer and closer. In the recess of your subconscious, you recognize that you are still dreaming and that you need to wake up.

Although you open your mouth to scream, nothing comes out. You thrash and claw at the cushion below, but it is useless as the shadow creeps closer and closer. It does not even touch you—does not have to—yet it pushes the air from your lungs until they burn, desperate for oxygen.

Warm hands touch your shoulders, and you hear a familiar voice. 

"Hey, sweetheart? Are you having a nightmare?"

Namjoon—an anchor in a storm—gently pulls you from hell, and you sit up, eyes wide and pouring tears as you gasp for breath. The sun is still up, and although you are in the shade, everything is incredibly bright, causing you to squint. You feel dehydrated—mouth dry with a headache blooming in your temples. A product from day drinking in the heat. 

"Fuck," you mutter under your breath, overwhelmed and out of sorts. "How long have I been out here?"

Across the pool, Felix is asleep under one of the awnings, curled up like a child and gripping onto a bottle of champagne. You cannot help but snicker. 

"Long enough," Namjoon responds sweetly as he sweeps hair off your seat-sticky face and leans in to place a kiss on your cheek. "Are you hungry? We were thinking about grabbing dinner after a shower."

You do not have to ask who we is, though you do wonder where the other half may be.

With a smile, you nod and mutter, "Sounds perfect."

Namjoon stands and twists, then scoops you up, carrying you into the house. Your sundress is still discarded on the end of the pool bed, but you decide not to bother with it at the moment and curl against Namjoon's chest, breathing him in. 

"Did you have a good day?" Namjoon asks, deep voice vibrating from his chest to yours.

"I did until the nightmare," you admit sheepishly. 

"Wanna talk about it?"

Concern laces Namjoon's voice, making you feel so giddy, you bury your face into his neck and shake your head.

"Just sleep paralysis."

"Glad I came to find you at just the right moment, then."

Gently, slowly, you press a kiss into Namjoon's skin. Then two. Then three.

"Me too."

Upstairs, you enter Yoongi's room to find his shower is already running. Namjoon takes you straight into the en suite and sets you down beside the sink, then turns to the linen closet to grab more towels. You begin to strip from your bathing suit and tiptoe toward the shower. It feels like ages since you have seen Yoongi—even though you fell asleep in his bed last night—and you want to surprise him.

Namjoon, however, stops you with a firm hand around your bicep.

"Hey Yoon," he announces loudly. "We're here to join you."

"Perfect," Yoongi grumbles, voice sounding uncharacteristically low. 

"Best not to surprise a mob boss," Namjoon mutters into your ear, giving you chills. "Even a shampoo bottle can become a weapon."

You clear your throat and nod, forcing a smile. Suddenly, you feel apprehensive to find what kind of mood awaits you. However, when Namjoon steps ahead and pulls the shower doors open, you find Yoongi standing below a stream of water with his head back, rinsing off with a small smile on his lips. Suds fall from his nearly jet-black hair, running down past taut muscle, deep scars, and pretty pale skin. 

Yoongi straightens out and rubs the water from his eyes, then fixes you with a soft, happy smile.

"Darling, come," he says with his hands outstretched, and you realize you had been standing and staring from the doorway the entire time. 

Namjoon makes his way past Yoongi, grabs a rag, and lathers it with liquid soap. You enter slowly, closing the door behind you, and let your eyes flit between Namjoon and Yoongi, feeling the dizzy, shitty sleepiness from napping after day drinking as you approach Yoongi and let him pull you into a hug under the warm stream of water. 

"I only saw you this morning, yet I missed you all day," Yoongi mutters softly against the side of your head.

You chuckle and hug him tight, letting water pool in the space between your cheek and his chest. 

"I was asleep," you tease, and Yoongi responds with a soft, "And looking so precious all bundled up."

Seokjin's proposition from this morning comes back and sends a chill through you. The thought of deceiving Yoongi and leaving him feels impossible, and you decide that even if he does come back with a convincing lie, you will turn him down again. And again, and again, as much as it takes.

"I always miss you," you admit quietly.

Yoongi kisses your temple and pulls from the hug, so you drop your arms to your sides and glance up at him, taking in his sullen expression. Even with his lips tugged into a smile, you can see sadness in his eyes, and you reach up to stroke his cheek and neck.

"Everything alright?" you ask softly.

You do not miss how Yoongi's gaze flicks to Namjoon before he glances back at you and gives a smaller, less convincing smile.

"Everything is not alright, but we are working on it."

Dread pools in your tummy, and you swallow a lump that's suddenly formed in your throat.

"Oh."

"Nothing you need to worry too much about," Namjoon says as he begins gently rubbing a sudsy cloth over your back and arms. "Jeongguk and Jimin made a couple of messes that we have to...clean up."

Your conversation with Felix returns, and you nibble on your bottom lip.

"I may have heard something about that."

"Did Felix tell you?" Yoongi asks, voice stern but steady. You worry that perhaps Felix was not supposed to tell you and that he might get in trouble, but as you nod, Yoongi's expression softens. "I was hoping he might. It probably came out a lot more playfully than if one of us explained it. And, although Jeongguk's mess is not yours to worry about, it does affect what happens under this roof, so you have a right to know."

"And Jimin?" you ask before you can stop yourself. 

Namjoon washes your legs and taps each ankle so you can lift your feet one after another, making this conversation feel so out of place during such a domestic moment.

With a sigh, Yoongi's gaze falls.

"Jimin found out the man he was dating was sent here by Ryujin to spy on us. Allegedly, according to Jimin, Jiyong said that he stopped performing his duty when he and Jimin got serious, which caused Ryujin to send someone to shake Jiyong down, but rather than following his order, he ended up booking Jimin at Paradise and attacking him. You saw the aftermath of that."

"Jesus," you mutter under your breath. Your heart aches for Jimin—for how he must have felt to find out the man he may have loved was working for the enemy.

"So, Jimin drugged him with the intention of killing him, but he called in reinforcements when it didn't go according to plan."

"Seokjin," you mutter, remembering the smug way he regarded you this morning.

"Gotta hand it to Jimin," Namjoon says as he turns your body to face him and rubs the cloth over your chest and stomach, "his plan was extremely tidy. Mixing triazolam and codeine into cocaine with the intention of forcing an overdose is some black widow shit. I would have just left a bullet in his skull."

The thought of Namjoon shooting a man in the head makes your blood turn cold, and you wrap your arms around your chest.

"What did Seokjin do when he arrived?"

"Smothered him with a pillow," Yoongi answers simply, and your eyes fall to the tile floor. You feel bad for Jimin, who must have been pretty heartbroken to be unable to complete the task without help. 

"The men Jeongguk killed are more or less nobodies," Namjoon adds as if to assuage the tension that suddenly hangs. "Only one of them has a family who might come looking, so Yoongi is going to make them an offer and pay them off."

Yoongi adds, "Jimin and Seokjin's target is a little less of a ghost. When word travels back that he was killed by our men, Ryujin may retaliate, so we need to prepare for that. And find out if any of the people who Jimin met through Jiyong can also be bought."

"Sounds complicated," you mutter as Namjoon approaches the line of bottles and squirts more liquid onto the cloth to clean himself.

"It's not, really," Yoongi says. "Men care more about money than pretty much anything else. But, this will take me away for a day or two. I want to meet with everyone as soon as I can, while making a bit of a loop through the city to find out whether anyone may be trying to tail me. Gonna stay at one of my hotels and pretend to lay low." 

"Oh," you mutter, turning your gaze from the spot on the wall that you had spaced onto, to Yoongi. "When?"

"According to the terror twins, the brother of the man Jeongguk killed has accepted an invitation to House of Cards tonight at 11 PM. If all goes well, I should be back tomorrow night."

"The terror twins?" you ask, glancing between Yoongi and Namjoon, who both crack a smile.

"It's what we lovingly call Taehyung and Jeongguk," Yoongi says, and Namjoon adds, "Behind their backs only."

You suppose that after everything Felix has told you, the name makes sense. Overwhelmed by the thought that Yoongi could be putting himself in danger by meeting with these people, you wrap your arms around him, pulling an oof from his lips as you slam his chest into yours.

"Darling, I'll be fine," Yoongi assures you as he lifts his arms and gently drapes them over your shoulders. "Namjoon will be here with you. I'm sure that with all the attention he is willing to give you, you will forget that I am even away."

Petulance overtakes you at Yoongi's candor, and you release the hug, giving his chest a playful shove as you pout, "Not funny."

"Alright, no rough-housing in the shower," Namjoon says as he takes you gently by the arms and pulls you into a stream of water to rinse off all the soap that he has so kindly covered you in. 

"Let's unwind with takeout and a drink before I go?" Yoongi offers once Namjoon has finished washing himself. You find Yoongi fixing you with a devious grin, and you feel the last of your frustrations melt away.

"Fine," you concede, pouting once more, though less convincingly.

Namjoon is the first to exit, and he dries off, wrapping the towel around his hips, then he grabs a second towel and holds it open for you to step in, draping it around you with a kiss to your forehead. He does the same for Yoongi, and you watch in awe as Yoongi momentarily melts in his hold, then searches for you with a smile.

With several hours to spare, you return to the bedroom, to the large couch while Yoongi and Namjoon exit the room for several long minutes. They return with a bottle of white wine but no glasses, and you pass the bottle around and enjoy slow, sloppy makeout sessions with both men until a pile of Chinese takeout is delivered to the room by a very drunk, very sleepy Felix.

By the time Yoongi has to get dressed and leave, you are back to feeling tired, and you curl against Namjoon's naked chest, doing your best to avoid the erection beneath his towel. Perhaps later, when it is just the two of you, you will work him up again just to help him out.

"Feel free to have fun without me," Yoongi groans against your lips as he pulls you to your feet and kisses you goodbye.

Rather than respond to his invitation, you lean in for a kiss, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with worry.

"Please be safe. Come home in one piece."

Yoongi smiles against your lips.

"I will, darling. I promise."

Namjoon walks Yoongi out, muttering to him while thumbing through his cell phone, and you hang back and pad over to Yoongi's closet for some clothing as a shiver runs through you. Although you are certain that Yoongi has gone on missions that are far more dangerous, you fear for the worst. 

The conversation that you, Yoongi, and Namjoon had about love has been playing on repeat, thawing a part of your heart in a way that you never expected it could, and it serves only to ramp up your anxiety. You grab an oversized tee from the section of the closet that Namjoon has begun filling with his own clothing, and a pair of sweatpants from Yoongi's side, slipping into each garment before making your way back to the far side of the bedroom. 

When it is the three of you, the size and shape of the dark blue sofa is welcoming—an invitation. But alone, you feel small and uncertain, and you bring your knees to your chest to sit in a ball and move your fingertips along the soft blue fabric while you wait for Namjoon to return.

It does not take long, and when he steps into the room and closes the large doors behind him with a smile on his face, you relax and allow your lips to tug into a gentle smile of your own. You twist and sit high on your knees, resting your arms over the back of the couch as Namjoon approaches.

"Oh, sweetheart," Namjoon drawls, "don't look so worried. Yoongi is in good hands." With a playful raise of his eyebrow, he sits beside you and adds, "And so are you."

"I know," you respond softly, suddenly embarrassed by the surge of emotion that feels almost overwhelming and difficult to parse. 

"What would you like to do in the meantime? We can eat some more, watch a movie, go to bed early...I think we have a stash of Jeongguk's molly if you wanna get real weird."

You let out a boisterous laugh, feeling the mood lighten.

"I think I'm good not dipping into Jeongguk's ecstasy stash after the story Felix told me."

Namjoon laughs and shakes his head.

"That shit Jeongguk had sucks. It came from America, laced with meth. The stuff we actually put on the streets and do ourselves is pure, not laced with anything. Just a clean, euphoric high."

That actually does sound nice, and you imagine how adorable Yoongi and Namjoon would be while rolling.

"Maybe when Yoongi is back," you concede.

Namjoon chuckles as he says, "Deal."

"A movie might be nice. I haven't seen anything in ages."

Namjoon reaches for a remote that sits on the small table and turns on the large television that must have been installed on the wall at some point while you were passed out poolside. Every streaming service you can imagine—and some you have never heard of—come up, and you watch as Namjoon scrolls through and chooses one, then surveys the options.

When you finally settle on a film that came out earlier in the year, that Namjoon seems excited to watch, you curl up to his side, suddenly feeling the weight of everything dragging you down. Perhaps you should have opted to sleep, instead. 

Namjoon fiddles with some controls that are nestled between the various cushions, causing both your and his sections to recline, with the bottom of the couch becoming an elevated footrest. 

"Is this good?" Namjoon asks with his lips pressed to your temple, adjusting to wrap his arms around you. "Do you mind if I stay here and watch the movie?"

"'S nice," you mutter against his naked chest—he still wears only a towel. 

Draped over the back of the couch is a soft, tan blanket, and Namjoon grunts quietly as he twists and yanks, making his best effort to grab it without jostling you around too much. Your lips tug into a lazy smile as you wrap an arm and leg over him while he covers the two of you and pulls you close. You do not make it past the opening scene before you are sound asleep.

Briefly, you wake to the feeling of Namjoon slipping out from under you and removing the blanket. You groan from the sudden cold, and from being pulled from your slumber, as Namjoon scoops you up and carries you to bed. The sheet and blanket are cold beneath you as he sets you down on your back, and you roll in toward the center, curling into a fetal position as the mattress dips behind you and Namjoon's warm, strong arm wraps around your waist, cradling your back against his chest. 

"Sleep sweet, beautiful," Namjoon mutters into your nape. 

"You too," you grumble, drifting back into the dark, warm heaviness of sleep.

You are not sure if you imagine Namjoon whispering he loves you or if he really does, but you think you might say it in response if you were more awake. You think that, perhaps, you could come to mean it the way he wants you to—the way you think you would like to.

"Yoongi expects to return sometime tonight," Namjoon reports as he steps out from the bathroom with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, wearing a plain white tee and black basketball shorts. 

You nod and use the palms of your hands to rub the sleep from your eyes, then stretch with a long, deep yawn. Sunlight fills the room, dappled by dark blue curtains, and you let your hands fall to the mattress, to your sides, as you adjust to being awake. 

"Alright," you mutter in response as Namjoon leaves the room to rinse his mouth. The sink runs for a moment, and you hear him swish and spit, then shut the faucet off. 

"I was thinking maybe we could walk around the gardens today?" Namjoon offers as he returns.

He grins as he climbs onto the end of the bed on his hands and knees and begins to crawl to you, and you cannot help but smile back with affection blooming and bursting behind your ribs.

"That sounds nice," you respond as Namjoon places his arms on either side of you, hovering close and caging you in. He nuzzles his nose against your neck, and you giggle, attempting to push him away with one hand to his shoulder, groaning, "Why are you like this?"

Namjoon chuckles—voice as deep as the ocean—and you lift your shoulder to your chin, attempting to stop his breath and lips from tickling your skin, which breaks out in goosebumps. 

"I like you," Namjoon responds playfully, nestling his face deeper into the crook of your neck.

Every nerve is on fire, and you feel jumpy from the sensation. You begin to swat and shove at Namjoon, leaning back, uselessly.

A giggle rocks through you as you complain, "It tickles, you jerk." 

Namjoon only presses further, and when you fall back against the pillows with a huff, he hovers over you with a devastating smile before leaning down to slot his lips against yours. Once more, you begin to swat at him. 

"I have morning breath," you attempt to say with your lips sealed as tightly as possible.

With a wide, mischievous smile, Namjoon licks a long stripe across your lips, leaving a minty scent in its wake.

"Have some of my mouthwash."

You squeal and attempt to shake your head from side to side as he licks over your lips once more, in the other direction. 

"You're a monster!" you shout, giving him one more shove with both hands. 

Namjoon collapses beside you with laughter, leaving you to lie dazed, staring at the ceiling ahead with your lips covered in minty spit. In a last-ditch effort to have any control, you swing your arm to the side, smacking Namjoon square in the chest with your palm while you mutter, "What is wrong with you."

Your hand is caught between both of his before you can pull it back, and Namjoon yanks you gently until you comply and roll toward him to settle with your head against his chest. 

"You love it," Namjoon grumbles, a vibration you can feel better than you can hear.

You hum in response and close your eyes. Namjoon smells like a fresh bouquet on a spring morning, and you breathe his scent deeply with a smile, muttering, "I guess so," while nuzzling your cheek against his pec.

"Shall we get up and have breakfast?" Namjoon asks with a gentle squeeze of his arms around your middle and a kiss to the top of your head.

"Soon. Wanna stay this way for a little while longer."

"Alright," Namjoon responds, wiggling slightly as if to get comfortable. "We can stay this way for as long as you would like."

A dangerous proposition, you think, as you consider the pros and cons of never getting out of bed again. 

Breakfast consists of omelets that Namjoon nearly burns. Despite his efforts, it comes out delicious, and you beam from across the kitchen counter at the blush that reddens his cheeks while you take another bite. 

"It is hard to reconcile you being this domestic while also being the guy that beat those two men with a metal baton," you mutter with a mouth full of food.

Namjoon smirks, but something dark, possibly sad, flashes over his eyes.

"I've done much worse than that."

You hum and nod; you suppose he has, but you are not so sure you feel like asking what he means, exactly. 

"Does it bother you?" Namjoon asks, sounding somewhat apprehensive.

With a shrug, you say, "I'm adjusting," then take a drink from the large glass of orange juice shared between you. "On one hand, I'm used to the lifestyle. Growing up on the streets, watching people die, finding bodies....killing a man."

The memory sends a chill through you, and you take a deep breath, then continue.

"I thought that I could escape it and make an attempt at a normal life—date a normal dude and all that. But it seems that I was always going to return. Perhaps I was never as far away from it all as I thought I was."

When you lift your gaze to Namjoon, his eyes are on his food, but he does not move to eat.

"Yoongi would have wanted you no matter what," he mutters.

All you can bring yourself to say is a soft, "Yeah."

It is a thought that has haunted you for some time. 

No matter how far you would have run, Yoongi would have brought you back to him, if that was his goal all along. If you allow it to, the thought will easily consume you—make you feel suffocated and at a total loss of control. But, as you come to settle into his home and get to know his family men better, you find yourself becoming more at peace with it, as long as you do not allow yourself to overthink.

Better this than living on the streets. And if Yoongi really does come to love you the way he says he would like to, then you will be protected. At least, you allow yourself to believe that there will not be a permanent crosshairs attached to your back—you allow yourself to sleep at night with the belief that his men will keep the two of you safe. 

The rest of breakfast is eaten in silence, and Namjoon excuses himself to answer a phone call as you finish up. You decide to clean, taking your time washing and rinsing the handful of dishes the two of you used and placing them in the large metal drying rack. 

When Namjoon returns, he seems distracted, but he takes your hand and guides you to the pile of shoes by the front door where the two of you slip into some sneakers, then you walk down the narrow hallway, to the large glass doors that lead out to the garden entrance.

You walk much the same path that you had taken with Felix during your second or third day at the mansion, but it is nice to see everything once again. The statues and fountains feel alive against the backdrop of the clear blue afternoon sky, and birds flit around overhead.

Although the weather is warm, you are glad that you chose to wear a sweater and sweatpants from Yoongi's closet, feeling a slight chill to the air and wanting comfort. Namjoon is in blue jeans, a white tee, and a soft brown cardigan, looking perfectly huggable and not at all like the mobster you know him to be. 

"I don't know why I don't come out here more often," you mutter with a sigh.

"Yeah," Namjoon responds. "I used to come out here a lot more, but lately, I haven't found the time."

"Is your home nearby?" you ask, turning to watch Namjoon, who looks to the east, nodding his chin.

"Just over the fence, in the next house over."

A smirk tugs at your lips. "Never too far away."

Namjoon tongues the inside of his mouth and smiles widely for the first time since breakfast.

"Indeed."

"And the others?"

Namjoon points as he explains.

"Taehyung lives behind this garden, and Jimin is just past my house, in between the two. On the opposite side is Seokjin and Hoseok's house, and just past them is Jeongguk. There are small roads that lead to each property so you don't have to exit the gates and use the main road, and they all lead directly to Taehyung."

"Makes sense," you respond, imagining that the doctor would need to be easily accessed. 

Gently, Namjoon takes your chin in one hand and strokes his thumb over your lip.

"You're welcome to come to my home any time, you know. I can show you the path that leads there." 

You tilt your head down slightly, parting your lips to take Namjoon's thumb gently between your teeth and flick the tip with your tongue. Namjoon groans and bends, standing face-to-face. 

"Use your words, sweetheart. What is it you want?"

Until this moment, you had not had anything on your mind, but the gaze in Namjoon's eye is exciting, and the prospect of him putting his hands on you out here, in the garden, appeals to you. You suck on Namjoon's thumb, then release it with a pop.

"I want your hands," you respond sweetly. 

"My hands?"

You hum and nod your head. 

"What would you like me to do with my hands, sweetheart?"

With a smirk, you say, "I want you to touch me, silly."

Namjoon rolls his eyes and takes you by the hand, pulling you past the Greek statues to a stone bench just inside the shrub maze. He unbuttons his cardigan and shrugs it off, placing it down on the bench and tugging your hand in its direction, a silent order to sit down. Namjoon gets on his knees in front of you and runs his hands up your thighs, sending a shiver through you.  

"The one time you don't wear a dress," he teases as he reaches up, slipping his fingers below the waistband of your borrowed pants and pulling. 

You angle your hips upwards, lifting yourself off the seat as you allow Namjoon to pull them down, past your hips and thighs. He rubs his hands over your bare skin, up and back down, then begins to pull the garment over your knees. You help expedite the process by lifting your right leg and pulling your foot free, and Namjoon leaves the sweatpants around your left calf.

Namjoon stands and joins you on the bench, pulling your right leg over his lap and rubbing his hand up your thigh. Between Namjoon's touch and the gentle breeze, goosebumps break over your skin, and a shiver tingles down your spine. 

"Is this how you want me to touch you?" Namjoon asks, leaning to brush his lips across yours. 

You let out a soft, satisfied sigh and close your eyes, nodding your head.

"This is a good start."

A deep, sweet chuckle ghosts warm breath over your skin.

"A good start, you say? What can I do to make it better?"

"Touch me higher."

Namjoon brushes the tips of his fingers up your thigh and hip, and then higher, under your shirt to circle your belly button. You huff a scoff of frustration and amusement, and shake your head.

"Lower," you whine, "in the center."

With a deep hum, Namjoon nuzzles his nose against your skin as he moves his hand down, over your panties, leaving featherlight touches across your labia. The gentle contact makes you whine, sending a rush of arousal through you.

"Namjoon, please," you moan, spreading your legs further. 

"Use your words, baby."

A shattered exhale leaves your lips, and you tilt your cheek toward his face, suddenly feeling shy to voice what you want.

Your voice is soft and weak as you beg, "Touch my pussy, daddy. Please."

"That's my good girl," Namjoon groans as he presses against your clothed lips and rubs his fingers up and down.

The wave of pleasure that rushes through you is abrupt, and you arch your back, moaning and shuddering from the sensation. Namjoon twirls his fingers over you several times, then he drags his hand up slowly and pushes it past the waistband of your panties. 

"Does my baby like the way I touch her?" Namjoon asks as his fingers separate your lips and graze over your clit, down to your entrance, and back up, slick with your arousal. It feels heavenly, and you nibble on your lip and whimper. 

Namjoon's voice is stern and low.

"Be a good girl and use your words."

"I love the way you touch me, daddy."

Namjoon spins his fingers over your clit in slow, steady circles, building you gradually as heat flushes over your skin. 

"I'm dying to taste you, baby," Namjoon groans, sucking a spot gently into your skin and licking over the mark. The sensation of him teasing your neck makes you tremble and moan as you imagine that talented tongue between your thighs.

"Then taste me, daddy," you gasp.

Namjoon's hand leaves you, pulling from your panties and letting the elastic waistband snap gently against your skin. You whine, desperate for his touch once more, but he moves your leg away from his lap and gives your hip a gentle slap. 

"Stand up," Namjoon instructs, and you sigh as you follow his order, watching as he stands, picks up his cardigan, and rolls it into a little ball, then places it on one end of the stone bench. Namjoon sits, then lays back with his head cushioned by the shirt, and pats his shoulder with one hand commanding you to, "Sit."

"Sit?" you ask incredulously.

"On my face," he specifies with a raise of his eyebrows. 

You approach and swing your leg over the bench, kneeling on the cold stone as you place your hands above either side of his head and lift your other leg. Yoongi's sweatpants dangle from your ankle, and you reach down to yank it free over your sneaker, then lift your leg, hovering above him. 

Namjoon places his hands on your ass and pulls you forward, craning his neck as you settle, and lapping his tongue against you. His tongue is warm and wet, instantly building your arousal once more, and making you moan. One hand slides away from your ass, reaching between your legs to press two long fingers inside you.

"Fuck," you moan, feeling your arousal rapidly build from the stretch. "That feels so good, daddy."

With a deep, muffled groan, Namjoon licks hungrily at your pussy as his fingers steadily pump in and out. Your hips tremble and gently grind against him as he alternates licking and sucking your clit.

Yoongi's voice pops into your mind, teasingly groaning, "So easy," as you feel yourself quickly reaching the precipice of pleasure. 

"You're gonna make me cum, daddy," you whine as your hips grind a little harder. "Please don't stop."

Namjoon picks up his pace, fucking his fingers into you relentlessly, and you begin to dissolve, vibrating from head to toe as the dam breaks. A sob rips through your chest as you peak, orgasm pulsating through you, and Namjoon does not slow down, pulling wave after wave out until you can no longer take it and begin to shutter from overstimulation. 

"Please," you whine. "It's too much, daddy."

As his fingers and lips slow, you continue to tremble, feeling sensitive and fucked out. As soon as Namjoon pulls completely out, you sit on his chest and lean forward on your hands, caging in his head.

"You're so good to me," you purr as you attempt to get your bearings enough to stand. Namjoon lays patiently as you slide haphazardly, placing one foot on the ground and swinging over the other. 

"Of course I am," Namjoon finally responds as he sits up.

You gather the sweatpants and step out of one shoe and into the leg hole, sliding into the shoe as your foot breaches the end, then repeating with the other side, wiggling your hips as you pull the pants up. Then, you approach Namjoon, slotting a leg between his and grabbing his face as you bend to leave a soft, chaste kiss. 

"I like you a lot, Joonbug," you mutter against his lips. 

Namjoon wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, licking into your mouth with a moan. You melt against him, tasting heady hints of your release.

"I like you a lot too, sweetheart."

"Let me take care of you?" you ask sweetly, reaching for his erection, but he shakes his head softly and says, "Later. This was just about getting you off."

You tilt your head back to get a look at Namjoon, endeared by his soft gaze and dimpled cheeks.

"Show me your house, then? I want to learn more about you."

With a grin, Namjoon nods and says, "Let's go."

Namjoon stands and takes your hand, lacing your fingers between his.

"If we continue past this part of the garden, there is a path that leads from Tae's property to the backs of the homes, but I want to show you the more direct road from the mansion."

You hum and nod, following Namjoon's lead through the garden the way you came. Just before the driveway, there is a path that leads through trees and a clearing in the garden wall, which opens to a wide gravel area that narrows into a road. With each step, the earth crunches, and you take a deep breath, letting out a contented sigh, holding Namjoon's hand while you walk in comfortable silence. 

As you continue down the road, a large brown house comes into view, partially surrounded by trees. While the home is smaller than the mansion, it is still far too large for just one person, and you frown as you imagine Namjoon returning here alone in the past, knowing he would rather be in the mansion, with Yoongi.

"Once you've been in my home, you're more or less been in them all. They were built from the same mould. Except for Taehyung's place."

"Is his bigger?"

Namjoon hums. "His is massive. It might even be larger than Yoongi's place."

"Why?"

With a chuckle, Namjoon gives your hand a gentle squeeze. "Discussing Taehyung's personal life is something I do not allow myself to do. But I will just say that the man has some interesting hobbies, in addition to his various examination and surgical rooms."

"Not cryptic at all," you tease.

Felix's words return, and you shudder at the thought of him ripping people apart in his big, state-of-the-art hospital-slash-mansion. You hope that he was trying to intimidate you by exaggerating. 

Namjoon's property is surrounded by various trees and bushes, and he has a garden of his own, though it is much smaller, with more greenery and fewer statues, on the side of the house. A large black sedan sits outside the garage, looking identical to those the rest of the family men drive, and you wonder if his Porsche is inside the garage. 

As you approach the large, brown two-story home, Namjoon releases your hand and steps up to the thumbprint and retina scanner, then punches in a long code before his front door clicks open. You follow his lead inside, sliding your shoes off beside his large, chaotic shoe stash. A set of stairs lead up along the nearby right wall, and the house opens into a large living room, with what appears to be a dining area past the stairs, to the right.

Namjoon takes your hand in his once more and leads you into the living room. Everything is earth tones, reclaimed woods, and leather, and you are pleasantly surprised by the number of paintings and sculptures he has displayed throughout the space. One cozy brown leather chair is surrounded by a large pile of books, and he has a small stack of art and photography books on his coffee table.

"I don't know why I'm surprised to find all this art, considering our museum date," you tease, turning to Namjoon and finding his gaze soft and sweet. 

Namjoon smiles, giving your hand a delicate squeeze.

"We should do that again, sometime. Minus the torture pitstop."

"Yes," you agree with a laugh. "We can skip the torture next time."

Gently, Namjoon tugs on your hand, pulling you toward him, and you step in close, rubbing your palm over his soft brown cardigan. The room smells of his musk with earthy hints from the many plants that sit atop furniture and shelves, and it feels much more like home than Yoongi's mansion. 

"It's been so long since I've brought someone here," Namjoon says, gently taking your chin in his free hand. "It feels nice letting you see me a little bit more."

"It's nice being welcomed to see you a bit more."

Namjoon leans forward, and you tilt your head up, expecting a kiss, but he leans and rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes with a smile.

"I like you a lot."

Your tummy does a swoop, and you wrap your arm around his neck, playing with the hairs on his nape, and give his hand a tight squeeze.

"I like you a lot too, Namjoon."

When Namjoon opens his eyes, his expression is hungrier, and he tugs his lips into a smile. Then, he drops his hand from your chin and stands up straight, eyebrows knitting as he reaches into his pocket to pull out his phone, which is vibrating. One glance at the screen, and he answers the call.

"Yoongi-hyung."

Excitement and anxiety pool in your tummy at the mention of Yoongi, and you watch Namjoon as his gaze flits to you, then he nods his head.

"She's with me. We were walking through the gardens and I decided to show her how to get to my place. … Nah, I was just about to give her a tour and bring her back home, but we can cut it short and come back now. … Sounds good, I'll see you in a bit. … I love you too." 

He does not take his eyes off you as he ends the call, and you feel another more powerful swoop in your guts when he speaks those last four words. Heat rises to your cheeks, and you do your best to hide how affected you are by it, keeping your expression flat while he slips his phone back into his pocket. 

"He's home much sooner than expected; shall we head back?" Namjoon asks, leaning in to slot his lips against yours. 

You reach for Namjoon's shirt, just above his pec, and gently gather the fuzzy material between your fingers as you lean into the kiss and let out a groan of satisfaction. Even the faintest kiss from Namjoon is so sweet and soft, filling you with warmth and adoration, and you lean into him, letting your lips slowly open and close against his—languid and saccharine.

When Namjoon releases the kiss, you open your eyes with a smile.

"I suppose we shall."

He nods as he says, "I'll give you a tour next time."

Namjoon leads you back to the front entrance, and you slip on your shoes, lamenting having to go back so soon, but eager to see Yoongi. It hasn't been long since you said goodbye, but you find yourself missing him more and more whenever he is away. 

The walk back to the mansion is quiet, and Namjoon holds your hand as he hums softly to himself. You enjoy these calm, peaceful moments with him, and gaze around at the Japanese maple trees that line the area. Soon, their leaves will begin to change and become a pretty bright red. 

Rather than taking you back toward the garden, Namjoon leads you along a path that opens by the driveway. Leaning against the garage door is a mint green bicycle with a brown basket on the handlebars and a slender luggage rack over the back tire, and you smile to yourself, knowing that it is undoubtedly the bicycle that Felix had described. 

"Ah, Jeongguk is here," Namjoon mutters. "I wonder if that means Taehyung is, too."

"Do they often travel as a pair?" you ask.

Namjoon clears his throat and gives your hand a squeeze before releasing it.

"Sometimes."

As you approach, the front door swings open, and Seokjin walks out, dressed head to toe in black and tapping a pack of cigarettes against his palm. When he turns and meets your gaze, he grins.

"My, what a pleasant surprise. And just what were the two of you up to?"

Although you are sure all of the family men must know about the state of your relationship with Namjoon, you feel anxiety bubble under Seokjin's scrutiny. 

"Going for a walk," Namjoon responds. 

Seokjin hums and nods his head, then pulls a cigarette from the pack and places it between his lips. As he fishes a lighter from his pocket, you and Namjoon step past, into the door, which has been left open by a crack. The main hall of the house is empty, but you notice movement out by the pool. You step out of your shoes and wait for Namjoon to do the same, then follow him toward the back door. 

"Ah, there you are," Yoongi calls from the top of the stairs as soon as you are near the landing, and you turn to find him smiling widely with his hair wavy and overgrown, wearing a black tee tucked into black slacks.

"Going to change," Namjoon mutters to you, leaving a kiss on your forehead. "I'll be back."

Yoongi begins to make his way down the stairs as Namjoon walks up, and you stand and watch as they meet in the middle with Yoongi one step higher and slightly towering above Namjoon, smiling as he pulls him into a kiss. They mutter between them, then Yoongi continues down as Namjoon walks up, in the direction of the bedroom. 

"Darling," Yoongi calls sweetly, opening his arms as he reaches the final steps. 

You approach, and once he is on level ground, you wrap your arms around him, burying your face against his shoulder as you squeeze him tight.

"Miss me?" Yoongi rasps, deep and oh, so sweet.

Your voice sounds breathy as you respond, "I did," releasing the hug just enough to gaze up into his eyes. "How did everything go?"

There is a twitch in Yoongi's jaw that almost goes unnoticed, and when he responds, "I handled everything," his tone is completely changed. 

"I'm glad."

Footsteps come from upstairs, and you look past Yoongi to find Namjoon dressed in his standard black button-up and slacks. Yoongi draws your attention with a kiss to your temple and an invitation.

"How would you feel about joining us at a gun range?"

The question feels somewhat random, but it is something that has crossed your mind, especially living in this house with the goings-on that take place.

"Alright," you respond, clearing your throat, which suddenly feels dry. "That would probably be a good idea."

"Taehyung, Jeongguk, and I used to go on a fairly regular basis, and we have been discussing starting up again, this week. I talked to them about having you tag along and they seemed receptive to it."

You are unsure if going to a shooting range of all places with the terror twins is an exciting prospect or a frightening one, but you do not argue. You are certain that Yoongi wouldn't intentionally put you into a dangerous situation, but being that you do not know either of them very well, you have no idea what to expect. 

The glass door leading out to the pool slides open, and you turn to find Taehyung entering shirtless with his wet hair swept off his forehead and a big white towel wrapped around his hips. He looks stunning with his sly boxy smile and the droplets from his hair streaking his golden skin.

"Are you excited for tomorrow?" Taehyung asks with his gaze fixed on you.

You hum and turn to Yoongi, who says, "I thought we would start shooting right away."

"Oh," you respond, eyes wide as you look back to Taehyung, who asks, "Have you shot a gun before?"

You nod; you have done shooting practice with cans and other trash, but never had to put a bullet through another person. "I have, but only a little."

"Good," Taehyung says with a smirk. "I can't wait to see how you handle it."

Yoongi gives your shoulder a squeeze, and you attempt to keep your breathing level and steady, but there is something in those sharp, cold eyes of Taehyung's that unsettle you. You glance past Taehyung through the doors to find Jeongguk standing, towel-drying his hair with a deep, unmistakable frown, and you force a smile, swallowing down a ball of anxiety as you turn back to Yoongi.

"C-can't wait."

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내 품에 널 안아 like (Mm-mhm) Hold you in my arms like like (Mm-mhm)

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[downbad4yoongi]

Promises, Promises - Jungkook x Jimin. Mail order husband, idol au. Fluff, angst, marriage of convenience, s2l, mild sexual themes, happy ending.

Pursuit of Dimples- Namjoon x OC. College au. Fluff, angst, s2l, slow burn, eventual smut. Side 2Seok, Side Jikook, Side Taegi.

It Was Always You - Jimin x OC. Royalty au. Fluff, smut, accidental pregnancy.

Lifeline - Namjoon X reader. First Responder au. Smut, fluff, f2l.

Seeds - Hoseok x Yoongi. Play on Mythological AU. Smut, angst/hurt, fluff, mafia, betrayal.

Closer - Namjoon x Jimin. Mutual Pining, fluff, smut, s2l.

Weighted Desires - Namjoon x Jungkook. Gym au. Smut, s2l.

Bite Me - Jimin x Jungkook. Vampire au. e2l, smut, violence, semi-public sex.

Merry and Mended - Yoongi x Taehyung. A/B/O AU. S2L, fluff, smut, holiday vibes.

Fall from Grace - Demon!Jin x Angel!Jimin. Angel & Demons AU. Betrayal, smut, angst, fluff.

Between the Stacks - Jungkook x Taehyung. College AU. Fluff, smut, brother's best friend

Capturing Family - Jimin x Namjoon. Marriage AU. Domestic Fluff, surrogacy, smut.

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[raplinesmoon]

Aguardiente y Limon (KSJ x F!Reader)

pairing: CEO!Jin x sugar baby!reader (feat. shady business partner Hoseok) genre(s): pwp, smut au(s): sugar daddy au word count: 2.7k (the hold these two have on me) warnings:  Dom!Seokjin, Dom!Hoseok, sub!reader, daddy kink, sir kink, grinding, they all just sweaty horny fools, sensory deprivation (blindfold), improper use of expensive alcohol smh, nipple play, oral (f receiving),  degradation, RINGSSSS, brat taming mode on, panty ripping, spanking, hitting it from the back, spit kink, Hoseok is a sadistic slimy mf (we love him tho), hair pulling, licking, throat fucking, spitroasting, marking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, choking rating: 18+

summary: Still caught up in work even when you’re off the clock, you and Seokjin find a creative, more daring way to let off some steam - with a little help.

a/n: Interrupting this author’s note bc I JUST HAVE TO SCREAM ABOUT MIN YOONGI WHAT THE FUCK. Anyway, I had a good past couple of days with progressing towards graduation and I felt like rewarding myself with some writing (it is rough tho, it’s my first time writing poly, pls go easy on me). So enjoy this shameless 2seok fic that I’ve been wanting to write forever bc the world needs more 2seok fics 🥵 (they own me). Also pls imagine blonde Hoseok and summer package Seokjin with the open necked shirt and chain for this one!!

listen to: aguardiente y limon by queen kali uchis!

Eyes blurring, your computer screen turns into a brilliant kaleidoscope of blues and greens and pinks, the dots blurring together when you close your eyes, rubbing at your temples. Sighing, you slam your laptop shut. The data analysis could wait. Dr. Ko had you pulling extra hours in the lab anyway, crunching numbers and supervising the clueless first-year dental students who, in their eagerness, had nearly knocked over years’ worth of research on oral drug delivery using chloroplasts.

“I knew you’d cave,” a voice snickers to your side. Looking over at the window, Kim Seokjin is the picture of elegance, the vibrant sunset illuminating his broad figure in hues of pink and orange, the sound of waves crashing behind him, and you can almost imagine the blue of the ocean mirror in the smart button-up he wears.

“I didn’t cave,” you pout, not wanting to admit you’d gotten tired of working. “Just taking a break.”

Seokjin had brought you by the seaside to have fun, paying for your flight, but you’d felt guilty, insisting that if he was off attending the biomaterials conference all day, the least you could do was catch up on grant applications and submitting abstracts for your own work. 

It had pained him to see you hunched over the tiny hotel room desk, working hard, instead of flouncing around in the tiny, colorful bikinis he’d seen stashed away in your suitcase, but he had to admit, your determination, and the slightly askew glasses on top of your head, only made you cuter.

“Here, take a sip,” he holds out the glass of Veuve, bubbles fizzing and almost shimmering in the waning light. You knock back the glass, the fizziness making way for the burn in your throat, What was the point of expensive alcohol if it still tasted like wet cardboard?

Seokjin is smiling softly at your disgusted face, but it soon makes way for a smirk, a mischievous look crossing your face.

“Oh no,” you groan. “I know that look. Why can’t we just stay in and watch a movie?”

The movie would be the easiest way to let off steam after your grueling work session. Snuggled against Seokjin under the covers, you know your eyelids would soon drop and his hands would start to wander underneath your shorts, ending with you bouncing up and down on his cock. It was a simple, three-part equation, guaranteed to work every single time. You were both STEM nerds after all.

“Not today,” he chuckles, lifting you up by the arms, sending you stumbling into him. Your lips are plump from biting and your cheeks are puffed out, and he holds himself back from kissing the stupidly adorable pout off your face.

“Now,” he leans to whisper in your ear, a shiver running up your spine. “Be a good girl and get dressed for Daddy.”

Tensing, you make your way through the crowd of rowdy spring-breakers, hand tensing in Seokjin’s as he leads you both to the beachside bar. The floaty sundress you’d picked out to wear clings to your body with sweat, exposing the bright neon of the bikini you’d worn under. If Seokjin notices, he doesn’t say anything, a lazy smirk gracing his handsome features when you came down to meet him in the hotel lobby.

“Is this really your idea of fun?” you question him, nose twitching at the smell of liquor mingling with the sea breeze.

“Not particularly,” he says nonchalantly. He’d switched out the formal blue button-up for a more relaxed look, the buttons of his linen shirt casually undone, exposing the glimmering chain around his thick neck. He’d caught more than a few stares as the two of you traipsed down to the beach, fitting right in with the crowd,

“I figured though,” he turns to you, brown eyes sparkling. “They always hold these fancy conferences in the nicest places. It’s so depressing being stuck in presentations all day. I swear to god, it makes me want to drink and go out more.”

You smile at that. In the brief time you’d known Seokjin through your arrangement, you knew he was a homebody at heart, preferring casual, lowkey situations to many of the fancy parties and events his job required him to attend. While at first, you’d gotten a kick out of his lavish lifestyle, those times soon waned when you realized it was more fun goofing off in his kitchen together, making a viral TikTok recipe, or playing Mario Kart on his couch. Not that it stopped him from blowing your mind after anyway.

“Drink?” his inquiry breaks you out of your thoughts, and you nod, not realizing your throat had gone dry. Whether it was from dehydration, or from following the trail of sweat that trickled down his neck and disappeared under the collar of his shirt, mirroring the uncomfortable pool that had begun to form inside your bikini bottoms.

Watching him turn away, you curse yourself. Why’d he have to be so unfairly hot? Get a sugar daddy, your best friend had joked around with you one day. It’ll be fun, she said. And then next day, bummed after another tuition statement in the mail, you’d happened upon Seokjin at a networking event. Fate had lined up so miraculously for you, that sometimes you couldn’t believe it.

Breath turning shallow, you mull the best strategy to convince Seokjin to ditch the wild spring break party and have one of your own upstairs. You almost don’t hear the low chuckle behind you, footsteps silenced by the sand.

“We meet again,” a voice drawls, and you turn, heart stopping. There, blonde hair glinting against the reflection of the beach bonfire, is Jung Hoseok, eyes trained right on your tits. Shit.

“I’m actually here with someone,” you make up an excuse quickly, eyes searching for Seokjin, only to find that he’s been caught up at the bar, trying to push through a crowd of rowdy fraternity brothers to order drinks. Heart pounding, your eyes meet Hoseok’s, and you swear his smirk looks even more devilish in the low light, feeling yourself clench under his gaze. 

“What hyung doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” he whispers, words awakening memories of your last meeting. Before you know it, you’re pulled up against him, the blunt head of his cock brushing up against your ass, ashamed to find it does nothing but arouse you more.

“Dance with me,” the words come out as an order, not a question, the hypnotizing beat of the reggaeton song in the background drawing you into a trance, and before you know it, your hips are swaying to the beat, Hoseok’s hands wrapping around your waist, pressing until you can feel every inch of him against you.

Feeling his subtle smirk behind you, his hands leave burning touches all over your body, and you’re a sailor caught in a siren’s trap, only able to seek relief from the very thing that’s torturing you.

You’re unaware of how many songs pass by like this, the sticky feeling between your thighs growing more with every fluid thrust of his hips. You feel hazy, head spinning with arousal, a low whine escaping your throat, being carried away on the wings of the wind. This madness had to stop.

Hoseok’s eyes widen in shock when you reach behind him to grasp the fine hairs at the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. Before you can ghost your lips over his, you’re interrupted by a snarl.

“Jung. Didn’t your mom ever tell you it’s not nice to play with things that aren’t yours?”

Turning at Seokjin’s voice, you find him, eyes blazing at the sight of you wrapped around Hoseok. 

“Actually,” Hoseok answers with a salacious smirk, “she told me sharing is caring.”

Hoseok’s lust-filled eyes meet Seokjin’s and what you thought to be anger in them initially is replaced by a darker, deeper look. One filled with desire. Looking between the two men, a delicious shiver runs up your spine in anticipation of whatever punishment Seokjin has planned.

“Princess,” Seokjin commands. “Upstairs, now.”

A low hum is all you can hear, ears muffled by one of Seokjin’s ties serving as a blindfold, toying with your senses. Seokjin’s hand had curled around your waist on the beach, pulling you away from Hoseok, never leaving your side on the trek back up to the hotel room. He’d said nothing, jaw clenched, skin glowing with sweat, and you knew you’d hit a nerve, one that would result in you getting your back blown out.

All of a sudden, a cold splash causes you to jolt, liquid spilling onto your tits, soaking through the thin fabric of your dress. Your nipples harden under your bikini top, and you can imagine Seokjin through the blindfold, salivating at the skimpy attire. You don’t have time to think, though, before a pair of plush lips wraps around the hardened bud, sucking and laving at it until your tits are aching. You keen when his lips retreat with a pop, before descending on the other one, giving it the same treatment. Heart pounding in your ears, all you can hear is the soft sucking sounds, and your cunt clenches around nothing. Every touch feels sharper, your senses heightened, pleasure coursing through your veins.

Another splash, and the cold liquid lands on your clothed pussy, soaking through the bikini bottoms. For a brief moment, you think you feel Seokjin’s crooked fingers swipe against your folds, pushing the fabric to the side before ghosting over your clit, swiping against the hardened nub but never touching it in the way you need.

“Ahhh, Daddy, cum, please, need to cum–” your whines are cut off by a brief snicker, more liquid splashing against your cunt, before you feel a tongue swipe against your burning core, sopping up the messy pool that has begun to drip onto the bedsheets.

“What a pathetic slut you have, Kim,” the voice groans against your folds. “So needy, all she wants to do is cum. Doesn’t matter who sticks their dick in her.” 

You should’ve known by the swipe of his tongue, the thinness of the lips plunging into you, that the mouth wasn’t Seokjin’s. It moved far too furiously, lashing and licking at your walls, teeth grazing your clit, when all this time, you were far too used to Seokjin’s slow, languid licks. 

“Jung,” Seokjin’s voice is dangerously low, and your cunt clenches around Hoseok’s tongue when Seokjin tweaks your nipple, his other hand coming up to wrap around your throat. “Stay in line.”

“As you wish,” Hoseok replies, before diving back in and continuing to eat you out like a man starved, ringed fingers brushing against your clit as he reaches up to shred the fabric covering your cunt into pieces, leaving you bare and exposed to him. 

Feeling your hair stand on end, you know your orgasm is close, finally crashing over the edge when you feel Hoseok plunge two fingers into you, tongue lashing against your throbbing clit.

Your chest heaves, coming down from your high, and you feel hands – Seokjin’s – gently remove the blindfold, blinking your eyes as the world comes back into focus. The debauched sight of Hoseok’s smile is the first thing you see, face and chin smeared with your wetness, winking as he sucks your arousal off his digits. 

“To her credit,” Hoseok smiles, landing a light slap to your cunt, causing you to whimper, “your girl does taste better than those sorority girls drunk on Tito’s that I ran into this morning. Maybe it’s the Veuve.”

Next to him, the expensive champagne bottle lays overturned, the golden liquid spilling into the sheets, where it mixes with your juices.

“Enough, it’s my turn now,” Seokjin growls, undoing his belt, and Hoseok’s eyes widen before he cowers under his intense gaze, slipping off to the side. 

“Hands and knees,” he commands, and you know better than to disobey him, knowing just how dire the punishment would be if you even dared disobey. A loud spank lands on your ass, and you buckle forward, submitting to his order. You squirm in anticipation, waiting for Seokjin to fill you up someway, anyway he can. But Hoseok beats him to it, his fingers reaching behind you and spreading your messy cunt, dribbling until a thick glob of split lands on your ass, trailing down to your leaking entrance.

“Better hurry and fill her up, Daddy,” he taunts Seokjin. “Or she’ll be begging for Sir’s cock instead.”

Need coils deep in your belly, walls fluttering, and Seokjin chooses that moment to slam his length inside of you, filling you up completely.

“Fuck!” you squeal, and his hand pins you down underneath him, preventing you from reaching around and wrapping around him like you always loved to do. 

“Who’s pussy is this?” he groans when you begin moving your hips back against him, the two of you locked in a passionate dance. You feel a sharp tug, and he pulls you up by your hair, continuing to pound into you. You feel like you’re in overdrive, body coated in sweat, mind running at a thousand miles per second yet also unable to focus on anything else but the feeling of his cock inside of you. He licks a fat stripe up the side of your neck, messy spit landing on your cheek, and you feel him moan into your ear.

“Yours!” you gasp when he pulls one leg around his waist, opening you up even more. His palms play with your tits, and you’ve almost forgotten there’s another person there in the room until you feel your face turned sharply to the side. 

“Little slut loves getting her pussy fucked open, doesn’t she?” Hoseok laughs against your lips, smearing your lip gloss with his thumb, before pulling you into a messy kiss, tongue slipping in between your teeth. It’s over before you can register it, and you feel Seokjin’s lips against your neck again, nipping and sucking at the flesh, making sure to leave marks. Because he can.

“Open for sir,” Hoseok orders, barely giving you a moment to breathe before he’s plunging his length down your throat. Your tongue flattens against the underside of his cock, nerves tingling with delight when you hear him hiss. Hoseok’s hips slam against you, fingers carding through you hair as he pushes you back and forth on his dick, motions as fluid as a dancer’s.

Jaw aching, your body lights up from head to toe, the muscles of your throat tightening around his cock. Seokjin continues to batter your pussy from underneath, and you feel like a livewire, sparks crawling underneath your skin.

“Always a good girl for me,” Seokjin grunts, “letting me fuck this tight pussy any time I want.” 

You moan in response, Hoseok’s length throbbing inside your mouth, and you know he’s close. 

“Make him cum, fuck,” Seokjin commands, and your eyes widen, turning back to face him. The look in his eyes is completely serious, beads of sweat forming at his hairline, and you feel your cunt clench around him, and you give Hoseok one last, long suck, his salty release spilling down your throat.

“Leave,” Seokjin tells him, and you watch him retreat, motioning “call me anytime” before shooting you a wink. 

As soon as he steps out the door, Seokjin’s thrusts slow, setting a lazy pace as he ruts into you, fingers rubbing against your clit.

“You did so well for me,” he whispers into your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Cum.”

And despite his gentle urging, you cum with an ecstatic scream, pussy squirting all over Seokjin’s cock as he spills into the condom. His hands bring you down with soft touches to your back, the inside of your thigh, your belly, and you think you’ve never felt more content in your life.

Shuddering, you feel his warmth disappear beside you before he returns a few minutes later, cleaning you up with a damp towel, eyebrows drawing together in concern at your whimpers.

“M’okay,” you whisper, making grabby hands at him. “Just sleepy.”

You feel the bed dip next to you, his strong arms wrapping around you, before his windshield wiper laugh echoes in your ears.

“Damn it, I was gonna ask if you wanted to watch a movie.”

A/N pt. 2: I am thoroughly sweating but thanks for reading! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. I hope to be back on track with writing and interacting sooner rather than later! Lots of love, Isi 💜

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[longstoryoongi]

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Working Double Time

Pairing: Hoseok x reader x Seokjin

Genre: +18, PW(ith)P

Tags/Warnings: threesome, light voyeurism, sub!reader, dom!hoseok, blowjobs, eiffel tower, multiple orgasms, boys kissing

Songspo: Killshot- Magdalena Bay

Summary: You’ve been overworking yourself, so Hoseok makes an enticing proposal about how to finish off a rough week.

a/n: I’m back momentarily to post this story I finally finished for the ARMY for AAPI event by @armyadvocates​. This is a commission for an anonymous donor who requested it on behalf of their ARMY friend. I hope you enjoy!

Hoseok’s in his yoga gear when you drag yourself through the front door. The flimsy tank top that hangs off his body by literal threads and the short-shorts in green. But you are so done with the day that you don’t even have the energy to appreciate his toned, long legs stretched out to the end of the mat. You drop your bag, trudge right past his cheerful greeting, and start to tug your bra out of your top before you are even in the bedroom.

The bed doesn’t even feel inviting when you flop down onto it before groaning into the pillow.

Today sucked.

Well, the week sucked.

Maybe the month?

Everything had gotten too much, and it’s your own fault. Tax season is absolute hell, and it has you wondering what life would be like if you were an “accountant” and not a real accountant everytime one of those tiktoks came through your scrolling. It seemed like no one knew what they were doing, and anyone who did was leaving you to help out the newbies. Forget the fact that you have your own work.

And to top it all off, you had struggles with what could only be considered extracurricular work because your dumbass decided to continue participating in the sorority’s chapter functions from your alma mater. And somehow, sorority drama always coincide with the worst part of tax season. And these girls seem to be as helpless as your coworkers, putting you in the middle of things. 

You groan into the pillow again, kicking your feet like it could relieve some of the stress you’d put on your own shoulders.

“Wow, that’s some killer lion’s breath,” you hear from the direction of the door.

You stop fussing long enough to mumble into the comforter, “Everything sucks.”

Hoseok hums knowingly. “That bad, huh? Lots to do?”

With a groan, you roll over. He knows you too well, that you are in this situation because you keep taking on work. You give him a pitiful look, which isn’t hard since it is how you feel.

Hoseok shares the look empathetically. His chin is propped on the edge of the bed, sweaty hair a mess from bending through all his yoga positions, eyes wide and shining underneath the bangs. He looks adorable, and you feel like trash. Your clothes feel suffocating as your workload and your skin feels thick from lack of sleep and too many takeout lunches.

“The next time someone asks me to do something, tell me to say no.”

“Why me?” He asks, head tilting to the side.

“Because I always listen to you,” you continue, flopping onto your back. Your body is so heavy with exhaustion, you don’t know if you’ll be getting up for the rest of the evening.

But before you stare at the ceiling, you catch the darkening of Hoseok’s expression at your words. He sighs, and you feel the bed shift as he sits next to you. “How can you be so sexy even when you’re stressed?”

“Sure,” you scoff.

“Laid out like this, telling me to order you around,” Hoseok murmurs to himself. The back of his fingers lightly trace over your arms, down the side of your waist, to rest on your hip.

You’re exhausted, but your lips tug into a small smile. He’s got one of those teasing smiles on his face, but there’s something darker in those eyes that roam your body. You want to entertain him, but your body fights against you, refusing to give up the slight reprieve of laying in bed.

So you take his hand, close your eyes, and sigh deeply. “I know it’s six, but let’s go to bed.”

“Hmm…” When he doesn’t continue, you peak an eye open. His bottom lip juts out as he rubs his chin. “This looks like more than I can handle, mi princesa.”

You push up on your elbows, feeling your heart sink. You don’t want to worry him, too. “No, babe. It’s fine, I’m just--”

“I think,” Hoseok starts before you can finish, tapping his lips thoughtfully until you close your mouth. “I think we might need to enlist some backup.”

Your heart immediately rises along with the blush on your cheeks. “Backup?”

“Mhm,” Hoseok nods, watching your interest closely. “Think we might need to go find someone to help us take care of you.”

“Take care of me?” You whisper, feeling your mind get hazy at the thought. That’s what you need right now. You can feel it in your bones, your skin when Hoseok reaches out to stroke the back of your hand.

“What do you say I dress you up all pretty and go find something just as pretty to pair with you?”

You can’t help the giddy smile spread over your face as you nod. Hoseok’s offering to take control for the evening, and you will give it gladly. All of it.

“Really?” You ask again, feeling your senses revive again at the thought.

Hoseok nods with his lips pursed. He leans over you, planting a loud kiss on your forehead. “Yes, really. If that’s what you want. If you aren’t too exhausted.”

It sounds like he’s making fun of you, but it’s genuine. And you know this will end in a kind of exhaustion you are more than willing to deal with. An exhaustion that leaves the rest of you restored.

“Yes, please,” you say, smiling sweetly.

Hoseok smiles back, but it’s different. It’s that smile that hurts in the best way. Makes you feel a little nervous even after all these years.

“Okay, princesa,” Hoseok purrs, tracing a finger over your lips. “Then tonight, you’ll be my doll.”

“Okay,” you agree, feeling his thumb bump your upper lip.

“Ah-ah,” Hoseok tuts, but he leans in for a kiss. It’s soft, chaste, and not enough. You follow him when he pulls back, but he holds you down. “Dolls don’t talk. Dolls don’t move. They look pretty and are handled however I please.”

Your legs twist beneath him involuntarily. You go to say yes, but nod instead. Hoseok’s pleased smile has your cheeks burning.

“Tonight, I’m going to take care of you. We’re getting rid of all that stress, doll,” Hoseok lifts himself off the bed and to the closet in one motion. He continues to speak as he starts looking through the clothes. His voice is cheerful as he continues, “You will speak only when spoken to. You will only do as you are commanded. Dolls are just pretty things to be used, do you understand?”

He glances over his shoulder, and you nod again. It feels weird, like you should be upset he’s taking your voice from you, but… it’s not. It’s what you need. In a day where everyone is asking more, more, and more of you, where you are constantly being told to answer and instruct, it’s nice. You close your eyes as you hear him rifling through things, enjoying the way your lips rest together, wordless.

“Sit up,” Hoseok orders. When you open your eyes, he’s holding up one of his favorite dresses on you. He loves the way it fits your curves, how it looks like you are bursting out of it, so much of you for him to devour.

You do as you are told and reach to pull off your blouse. The click of his tongue has you pausing. “What did I say earlier?”

Your hands pause, and you glance up. He waits, and you know you need to answer. “Dolls don’t talk and…” you blush, “and they don’t move.”

“That’s right. No moving unless I tell you to. Now, are you going to follow orders while I dress you up?”

You nod, averting your eyes. There’s something oddly intimate about Hoseok taking your clothes off not to ravish you, but to reassemble you. His hands are just as soft as they pull the shirt over your head, shimmying your legs out of the pants. When his knuckles knead into the back of your shins, you can’t help the sigh that comes out.

“That’s right,” Hoseok coos. “Gotta relax these legs before I put you in some heels.”

You giggle a bit at that. Hoseok loves fashion. This isn’t the first time he’s dressed you, just not literally. Actually, he has probably approved or bought most of what’s in your closet. The perks of a boyfriend who runs a fashion blog on the side.

Your mind wanders between topics as Hoseok slips you out of your underwear, pulling one of your red lingerie sets out of the drawers to match the dress. You aren’t even hyperaware of yourself as he clasps the bra behind you, lost in thought from the opportunity to let your mind rest. It isn’t until he commands you to stand that you feel your legs shaking.

You steady yourself with a hand on his shoulder, looking down. You watch as he steps your feet through the red lace, his fingers tracing your legs in a teasing touch as he pulls them up to your waist. He watches his work, and his hot breath brushes your core as he sets them in place. Finally, he looks up at you, gaze focused, as he leans forward to kiss the small bow in the middle of the waistband, teeth catching on it before he lets it pop back into place. You are embarrassed by how loud your gasp is.

“I like you like this,” Hoseok muses, standing again to grab the dress off the hook.

He turns, opening the dress for you to step into it. He turns you then, grabbing the zipper that sits above the hem of the panties. He leans in, his body almost flush to yours as he plays with the circular hook on the zipper. His lips brush your ear as he starts to zip it up. “Relaxed, pliant, that look on your phase that’s a little fucked out already.”

Your breath catches at his swear. You only heard him talk like that in the bedroom. And for a fleeting second, you wonder if  you are even going to make it out of the bedroom. But the sun was setting in the window, and Hoseok was stepping back, telling you to turn around.

He hadn’t stepped too far back. As you turn, your shoulders brush his chest, and there’s not much room from where the backs of your legs hit the bed. He stares down at you, noses almost touching. His hands reach, and your eyes closed, waiting.

But his fingers simply run through your scalp, scratching lightly as he fluffs out your hair. He takes a step back, smirk on his face, as he fan it around your face. “There we go. Prettiest doll I’ve ever seen.”

You glance behind him in the mirror. And you do look great. Hoseok always knows what fits you best, truly dresses you to emphasize, well, you.

He goes to dress himself, slicking his hair back with a little bit of product. He shrugs off the tank top, and you admire the slim curve of his back as he throws a dress shirt around his shoulder. He pulls on white slacks, buttoning them as he turns his face side to side in the mirror. His undercut to deal with the summer heat draws attention to the stacked part in his hair that leaves his side profile striking. When he turns around, you are shocked by how dangerous he looks dressed in an innocent color like white.

“C’mon,” he holds his hand out, dropping your black heels in front of you. “Let’s go find us another toy.”

In the car, Hoseok keeps a loose hand resting on your thigh, right below where the dress ends. He taps the wheel happily with his other hand, occasionally throwing glances at you when you stop at the lights. It’s a quiet car ride, but you don’t feel the need to fill it. Instead, you are wondering what awaits you. The pads of Hoseok’s fingers tighten on your skin whenever he makes a turn. The city lights dance on as the sky deepens to violet.

“What do you want, princessa?” Hoseok finally asks, pulling up to a bar you all attend at celebrations. You didn’t realize at first, the fanciness of your outfits. But now you realize he’s spoiling you.

You turn to him, though, unsure what he’s asking.

“Any preferences?” Hoseok clarifies, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face.

“Ah,” you say, finding your voice a little foreign after over an hour of silence. “I’m good.”

Hoseok’s smile tugs at the corner. “Yes, yes you are.”

You blush at that. “Oh, no, I--”

Hoseok leans forward, the hand behind your ear clasping your neck to kiss you. It’s messy and hard, taking you off guard. But you settle into it, following the motions of Hoseok’s lips, the press of his tongue as he swallows down your moans.

When he pulls back, he smiles bright and practically sings, “Then I’m going to watch for whoever can’t take their eyes off of you.”

You nod a little breathlessly before Hoseok’s hopping out of the car, a pep in his step, and opens your door. He takes your hand to guide you out of the car, and you can’t help but be a little amused at how much he is enjoying himself.

Hoseok likes control. You’ve known it since your first date. The unknown makes him nervous. He’s practiced yoga for decades for the control and awareness of his body. His appearance is immaculate due to his interest in controlling how others see him. Even in his day job as a dance instructor, he’s in control of the flow of bodies, the beat and response. For him, it’s how he can relax.

And for you, it’s the total opposite. Control is thrust in your face all day long, and you want to recede into the confines of rules. You don’t want the weight of making the decisions, calling the shots, negotiating, organizing. You did too well at what you were told to do, which is what you liked, and ended up on the other side.

With Hoseok, you can relax. You can work off the vibe he wants to set, which is always positive. You can follow his lead, which has never guided you off course. You can trust and let go with him.

So you do so. You let your shoulders relax and be guided by Hoseok as he saunters up to the entrance of the bar lounge. You squeeze his hand once as you step inside, giving him a thankful smile when he turns a raised eyebrow in your direction. He simply smiles as bright as always, a giving a playful wink as he heads to the bar.

The lounge is subtle in its glamour. There’s low lighting and plentiful seating spaced out across an open concept. The bar is carved wood, sitting in the middle so guests can approach the tower of liquor and wines from all sides. But upon closer look, it’s obvious why Hoseok enjoys this place with his expensive tastes. 

Your reflection is almost a mirror in the shined surface of the bar, always wiped down by staff in attire that barely has a crease in the sleeves despite the hours of working. The seating that’s strewn about is filled with plush, understated chairs and loveseats, sitting on plush, red carpet that always looks brand new. The room should be filled with the chatter of all the attendees who are also dressed for a good night out, but the soundproofing of the ceiling and the decorative chandeliers that should appear gaudy but somehow accent the simplicity of all that’s below keep the space feeling intimate.

You and Hoseok are much the same as he seats you at the bar. His white shirt and slacks contrast your red dress, yet he bends into your every move as he flits about you. His hand slides down your back as he chats with the bartender and laughs at his own joke. He leans over your shoulder as he grabs one of the drinks before he slides into the seat next to you, placing it in your hand.

“Drink up, you deserve it,” he says with the slight hint of a pout creasing his brow. You nod, letting the syrupy drink perk up your spirits. Without noticing, sitting down and gazing around the place had let the exhaustion from the week start to settle in. Hoseok watched as you took another sip, hand casually rounding over your thigh to keep you present with his teasing touch.

“Still feel like having fun?” He asks, then corrects, “staying home will be just as fun for me.”

You shake your head. “No, sir, I’m fine.”

Hoseok’s eyes darken at that, his lips parting at your appeal. Sir, it’s not a name you usually bring out without his instruction. But you can tell in his gaze that’s getting harder and harder to hold that he’s excited by the call.

The hand on your thigh grips a bit tighter, shifts a bit higher, and you steady the glass in your hand as he leans forward, “Keep talking like that, looking like this, and I’m going to have a hard time sharing you with anyone else.” 

You shiver as his breath tickles your ear. He sits back with an impatient sigh and starts to scan the place. “Time to play.”

You try to sit a little taller, pulling your elbows back as you take another sip of your drink. Hoseok keeps his eye on you, but he continues to watch the bar. After a few minutes and ordering his own drink, he leans in again.

With a tilt of his head, he asks, “How do you feel about blonds?”

“Blonds are nice.”

“This one’s really nice,” Hoseok tries to hold back his smile. He wants to feign casual conversation with you. It makes your heart race, like the prospect could be close. You turn more towards him, but he stops you while still looking over your shoulder. “Why don’t you take a sip of your drink, princessa.”

You glance down at the ice in your glass, not quite sure what he’s getting at. You bring it slowly to your lips and close your eyes. Licking the wet droplets off your lips, you set it down.

“He liked that,” Hoseok murmurs, starting to withdraw his hand from your thigh. Then suddenly, “Oh?”

You want to turn and see this mystery man, but Hoseok continues to hold you there. You pout, close to breaking your oath of silence.

Hoseok relents, adjusting the opening of his shirt. “This may be easier than I thought. I think he likes me, too.”

You snort. Hoseok had an overwhelming cockiness when he was in a comfortable space. You could see it oozing from the proud, upturned frown on his face as he brushed off his slacks to stand.

His fingers dance across your shoulders before he whispers, “Wait right here.”

As he walks away, you finally have the chance to sneak a peak.

Oh.

Standing on the far end of the bar is the only blond. The bleached hair is striking in the low light and contrasts with his black suit. Hoseok makes his way over, so the man stares deliberately forward. He flexes his philtrum, plush lips rolling as he considers something in the tower of beverages. Even from here, you see a blush on the tips of his ears.

He knows he’s been caught staring.

Hoseok says something, and the man’s nerves vanish as he breaks into a casual smile. Hoseok’s stance stiffens, which makes your stomach flip. He is also interested.

The blond is taller, leaning back on the counter once he realizes Hoseok is there for conversation. His stance is inviting as he makes Hoseok laugh, who slaps the counter in good fun… then leaves his hand there.

It was bold. Hoseok leans on the bar, close to the man, so close that he has to hold his drink to his chest. The stranger’s broad shoulders somehow shrink against Hoseok’s prowess. The sharp edge of Hoseok’s profile parallels the other’s soft cheeks swollen with a smile.

And then, they glance your way. You startle but smile. The blond blinks, and Hoseok smiles wider. He whispers in the other’s ear. The blond’s cheeks start to match the plush carpet under your bar stool as his eyes wander down what he can see of you.

He nods.

You bite your lip from squealing, and the stranger’s eyes dart away. Hoseok’s hand moves from the bar to the man’s waist, and his body shifts into his as he leads him over to you. He’s snared by Hoseok.

He’s having trouble holding your gaze as well. You could see the slight clench in his jaw as he continues to drink in the vision of you. Hoseok guides him to stand next to you, him on the other side, leaning an elbow on the bar.

“This is Seokjin,” Hoseok introduces with a clap on his shoulder.

Seokjin nods after jumping from the touch. His dark eyes finally meet yours, and a light voice greets, “You can call me Jin. Nice to meet you.”

You nod, unsure if you are allowed to talk. The gleeful look on Hoseok’s face says no.

“I’ve explained to Jin what we are looking for,” Hoseok continues, “and he’s interested.”

--

That brings you here, hands in your lap, waiting for what’s next. Jin sits across from you in the arm chair, posture stiff with nerves. Still, he smiles when you catch his eye.

“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” Hoseok calls from the kitchen. You hear the sound of ice clinking into a glass or two followed by the slush of liquid. “My favorite little doll. All dressed up.”

“She’s beautiful,” Jin agrees. His eyes don’t leave you, and you shiver at the dissociation of not being addressed.

Footsteps have you sitting impossibly straighter as Hoseok hums. “Don’t I know it.”

There’s warmth behind you, the press of his body standing directly behind you. Hoseok reaches over you to hand Jin his drink, and you inhale his scent. It mingles with the fruitier scent of Jin’s cologne as he reaches for the drink, and your legs adjust at the thought of your skin being awash with both of them.

Chilly fingers have you flinching as Hoseok tucks your hair over your shoulder. “I dressed her up just for tonight.”

Jin takes a sip, eyes flicking up to Hoseok now. “You did a good job.”

Hoseok chuckles as his hand rests on your shoulder. “Yes. But you know, there’s an art to dressing someone. Because eventually, they’ll have to be undressed…” his fingers fiddle with the strap of your dress and you squirm. “And you should see how she looks underneath.”

“I’d love to,” Jin responds with another short answer. But as you watch him take another sip, you see the shake of his hand. You can’t help but smirk. It’s Hoseok or you or both of you. Something has those pristine features on edge. You feel powerful, even as a toy.

Hoseok seems to catch what you see, patting your shoulder as he walks around the couch. You expect him to sit with you, but instead, he walks on over to Jin. He plops down on his arm rest with an arm slung around the man’s broad shoulders.

It’s an interesting juxtaposition. The slim frame of Hoseok next to Jin’s larger body. He’s practically hanging off of him, but the carefree smile shows who has the upperhand as Jin clutches his glass with both hands.

“Seokjin,” Hoseok says, the endearing smile creasing his eyes. Jin startles at his own name, glancing at Hoseok who withdraws his hand and sits as respectfully as one can when perched on the armrest. “Are you still okay with this? I can play alone.”

Jin’s eyes widen, and with his head turned, you can see his adam’s apple bob in his strong neck which flushes pink. “Ah, no, I’m good.”

“You sure?” Hoseok checks, though now he reaches to brush the back of his hand across his cheek to point out the blush. When Jin’s lashes flutter, your stomach curls in anticipation. He’s been caught under Hoseok’s easy spell.

“No, I… want to do this, too,” Jin nods, eyeing you as well. “I’d love to.”

Hoseok pats his cheek, “Good boy.” 

Jin’s breath catches. Hoseok’s smile grows, hand running into his blond hair as he leans in close. “You like that? Want to be a good boy?”

His cheeks burn redder, and you know it is too soon for it to be the alcohol. “Yes.”

Hoseok chuckles, looking absolutely delighted. Wrapping his arm back around him, he leans in to smoosh their cheeks together turned toward you. And it’s a lot, to have the gaze of two beautiful men. He points toward you. “See my beautiful princessa over there?”

He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes harden.

“I need you to be good for her tonight,” Hoseok says, voice low. “And she’s such a good girl herself, she makes it so easy.”

“I can do that,” Jin sounds breathless.

And just like that, Hoseok hops up, grabbing his drink from the coffee table. “Fantastic!”

He throws it back, letting the syrupy drink spill from the sides of his lips. Jin follows suit, trying to finish his drink quickly. 

It was time to start the show.

Hoseok straightens up, cracking his neck. He takes a deep, steadying breath and orders, “Stand.”

You straighten at the command. You don’t expect Jin to do the same. Hoseok neither, if the laugh he lets out is anything to go by.

Jin blushes widely, going to sit, but Hoseok waves him over. “No, no, that was great. You are already doing so well.”

He turns to you. “Look, princessa, he’ll be so good for us.”

You smile at him, enjoying the fact that you don’t need to do more. Hoseok wraps his arm around his waist and pulls you close. “You see, Jin. She’s so obedient. Does whatever she’s told like a good little doll.”

He presses his lips to the crown of your head. “Spin for me, darling.”

Your breath shudders out as you grab the edges of your dress, placing your heels one over the other as you turn. When you make it around once, you don’t stop. He didn’t tell you to. You keep spinning, feeling both men take in your every angle. And with each rotation, you see the hunger in their gaze grow.

Stopping you as you face the kitchen, away from them, the featherlight touch of his fingers ghosts over and up your back. “Most dolls, you know, they have a string in the back.”

His finger hooks in the small zipper at the top of the dress. He tugs lightly, and it starts to descend down your back. “You pull it, and they make a sound.”

He stares down at you, eyes filled with excitement. “She’s strung so tight, and it’s our job to unravel her.” 

Your knees weaken at that, especially when Hoseok pulls the zipper down a bit further, “One thread at a time. Think you can do that, big guy?”

Jin nods dumbly, hands unsure of how to busy themselves, desperate to be on you now.

But Hoseok doesn’t beckon him closer just yet.

“The sounds she makes, Jin…” Hoseok grips your chin and turns your face to him. Then, his hot breath ghosts over your neck. The wet heat of his tongue flattens along the column of your neck. Your breath catches in your throat, fingers gripping his shirt. Jin’s own hands twitch again, body leaning in towards the two of you, wetting his lips.

When Hoseok sinks his teeth in, you whine, lips parting in surprise. Jin’s do the same, entranced.

Hoseok straightens back up, looking between you two. Your cheeks burn at the pleasure, at being caught staring elsewhere, at the way Hoseok likes it.

“That’s your job, Jin,” he instructs and takes a step back. You feel cold, from the wetness on your neck to the lack of a body to hold onto. Hoseok seats himself on the closest armrest, looking between the two of you expectantly. “Pull her strings, make her moan.”

You eye Hoseok, remembering your earlier command. Only speak when spoken to. But he just nods. “It’s okay, mi princessa. Let him know if he’s doing good.”

Feeling your knees shake, you face Jin. As he steps closer, you’re surprised by just how much taller he is. You angle your gaze, not sure what to do.

But then you remember, you aren’t supposed to do anything. You are allowed and content to just stand there and await instructions. Hoseok is in control.

“Touch her, Jin,” he instructs.

“Anywhere?” He asks with a shuddering exhale.

“Awh, not even sure where to begin?” Hoseok coos from the couch, crossing his legs. You both look over at your boyfriend, pleased as can be with his two props. “Undress her.”

Jin’s cheeks darken and so do his deep, brown eyes. He swallows, and you try to do the same. Your mouth is dry, the back of your throat feeling sticky. You grip your hands tighter in the dress, nerves having you jittery.

You feel so wanted just as you are, standing here, doing as you’re told, with two men ready to ravage you.

Jin finally, finally touches you. He steps into your space, the distance gone as your red dress brushes his dress shirt, taut over his shoulders as he reaches behind you. Your eyes drift close as you inhale deep again. Something fruity.

And with the sense removed, your aware of the sound of his breathing, deliberately steady. The light scrape of his fingernails as he trails down your spine in search of the zipper. The loosening tug of the dress around your hips as the zipper dips lower, the only sound in the room.

Then Jin’s hands are tracing your arms, appreciating the soft skin and kneading just below your shoulders. Appreciating all of you that is his just for the moment. He slips his hands under the straps of your dress and takes a step back to watch it fall down your waist, a slight shimmy to get it over your hips.

“Wow,” Jin breathes.

Hoseok agrees with a pleased hum. You can imagine the smirk on his face, knowing his handiwork is being admired. It makes you stand taller, feeling beautiful in the outfit he’s chosen for you. The garter digs into your supple waist and the bra clings to your skin, and suddenly it all feels like you are wearing too much.

You want that gaze and so much more to cover your bare skin.

And Hoseok knows just as much, how you like to be smothered in affection and touch. He stands beside Jin now and leans over his shoulder to turn you towards the bedroom door. “Head on back to the bedroom, princessa.”

You take one step in front of the other, realizing your nerves are getting the better of you as you sway a bit. You want to turn back, see the look on both their faces. Are you imagining it, or do they like what they see?

That’s not an option, though. Not when you’ve been given an order. And tonight, that’s all you are. A doll that obeys every command. A plaything at their disposal.

“Look at that,” Hoseok admires, his voice still close, letting you know he’s there. “Isn’t she a sight?”

“Yes,” Jin’s short but breathy replies continue. They’re following close behind, observing the sway of your hips, the lines of your body shifting as you step into the room.

“She’s so fucking sexy,” Hoseok sighs like it’s almost too much to bear. A smile breaks over your face that you try to hold back as you reach the bed.

You turn and lower yourself to the mattress. Hoseok walks over to cup the side of your face, smiling down too gently for what is to come. His eyes still give way to the heat, the anticipation.

But he still asks, ever with your best interest in mind, “Are you ready, my pretty little doll?”

“Yes,” you startle at the sound of your own voice. You’d spent so long being quiet that it almost sounds foreign.

Hoseok’s smile broadens, his eyes creasing with delight. His palm slips to the nape of your neck, thumb brushing over the column of your throat. “Want to let Jin treat you like his favorite little play thing?”

Your eyes dart to the man still standing in the doorframe. His broad shoulder almost fill the space and block out the white light of the kitchen so the room is only filled with the warmth of your bedside lamps. His cheeks are still that light pink, but his lips are wet and parted. His gaze meets yours and the hunger sends a shiver down your spine.

“Yes,” you make sure you lock eyes as you consent to the night’s activities.

Hoseok waves Jin over. He towers over you, and the smallness is almost comforting.

“On the bed,” Hoseok instructs. As you scoot up the bed, Hoseok leans against the wall between the two of you. Jin watches you scoot back, hands at his side, chests rising and falling. Hoseok, on the other hand, crosses his arms, raising a tentative eyebrow. You stretch out on the bed, enjoying the tension between the two men. 

Jin gets the hint, though. Hoseok isn’t the kind to repeat an order. He’s to be obeyed.

And Jin must catch the sternness because he lowers himself to the bed, crawling over you. His knees cage you in, palms on either side as he looks down over you.

“Hi,” he murmurs.

You smile up at him, almost giggling at the cuteness. 

“Can I…” his eyes wander again, tongue wetting his lips. “Can I touch you?”

You bite your lip. “Yes.”

The permission from you seems to be all he needs. Suddenly, he’s leaning back on his heels. You almost follow before you break into a moan.

Two large, warm hands cup your breasts, kneading hard. The pads of his thumbs brush through the thin, lace fabric and your body arches into his touch.

“Nice work,” Hoseok muses from his place on the wall.

Jin moves then, hands dipping behind your back. The ease with which he pulls you off the bed is shocking, feeling light in his arms. He can handle you in a way that Hoseok can’t, his build letting him easily drag you off the mattress to unclasp your bra.  As soon as it falls from your shoulders, he pulls you in close. The fabric of his starched dress shirt brushes your bare nipples.

But you want more, want his bare skin against yours. He doesn’t oblige, though, but what he gives you instead is so much more.

Wide eyes hesitate before yours, hot breath brushing over your cheek, before Jin’s plush lips take your own. It’s shockingly desperate and unexpected. The entire evening, he’d been tentative and unsure, following Hoseok’s every move. But now, with you bared before him and so close, it’s as though he can’t hold back. He lays you against the bed again, body molding to yours, tongue licking at your bottom lip.

This is where you want to be. Pliant and wanted, strewn out on the mattress below a man desperate to ravish you. You moan into Jin’s open mouth, tasting the sweetness of his drink at the bar and the bitterness of Hoseok’s whiskey as his tongue lathes into your mouth. Your knee drags up involuntarily at the feeling of his cock growing harder against your thigh.

“Fuck,” Jin groans as you whine against the sensation that’s good but not good enough. 

“Help her out, will you?” Hoseok’s taunting voice comes from the sidelines. Your cheeks burn, forgetting his right there watching you act of your own accord. “She’s being so fucking needy, can’t you tell?”

Jin pulls back, embarrassment etched into his brow. “Sorry.”

His hands grip your hips to roll them against him as he mouths at your neck. Jin’s hands are larger than Hoseok’s, but his touch is gentler. The tentative nerves of encountering someone new. But he explores with confidence, warm palms gliding over the sides of your body. You exhale in contentment, feeling your body give.

It spurs Jin on, leaning forward. The wet press of his lips greets the center of your chest. When you arch into it, he mouths at your supple skin.

“He’s a tease, is he?” Hoseok’s voice breaks through the lust drifting over the bed. You turn your gaze to him as he walks over. His eyes are on you as he talks to Jin. “Look at the way he touches you. Such a gentleman.”

Jin also gives a glance to Hoseok, eyes dark beneath blond fringe and cheeks flushed still. He continues on when Hoseok gives him a small nod. “Don’t worry, she likes it.”

His fingers thread through your hair, and your eyes fall closed again. It’s already overwhelming, your temple meeting Hoseok’s thigh as he sits, the scratching to your scalp, the warm press of Jin’s body over you.

Hoseok’s hand tightens suddenly. You yelp, the tingle in your scalp shocking but delicious. “She likes it all, Jin. She’ll take whatever she can get.”

“Is that so?” You shiver at the dip in Jin’s voice. 

“Your body’s gorgeous,” Jin whispers into your collarbone. You squirm in the sheets at the direct attention.

“Isn’t it?” Hoseok muses, too. You open your eyes again to see him staring down at you. The mischievous tilt to his smile doesn’t match the softness in his eyes. “My favorite little play thing.”

Caught up in Hoseok’s praise, the wet mouth on your nipple takes you by surprise. Even more, Jin scissors your other nipple with a surprising harshness. At the site of your blissed out expression, the heat in Hoseok’s gaze hardens.

“Fuck her, Jin.”

You moan at the command that’s not even directed at you. Hoseok’s usually patient. He takes his time in ways that leaves you aching for more even after he finally lets you have it. The fact that he’s already demanding his cock has your legs spreading wider, ready.

“See,” Hoseok nods towards your thighs when Jin sits back on his heels. “She wants it so bad. She deserves it, too.”

Jin scoots down your body, hands fumbling with the buttons of his trousers. “God, and I’ll give it to her.”

Hoseok hums delightedly. “Hear that, princessa? He’s going to fuck you so good.”

You smile, the lightest giggle dancing behind your lips as Jin’s grip in the hem of your panties tickles the soft skin by your hips. He drags them down slow, raising your legs as he pulls them off.

When your legs are free, they fall onto one of his broad shoulders. You cross them at the heel only to realize he’s so broad, there’s no need.

He wraps an arm around your legs, kneading at your calves as he shuffles over.

“Fuck, look at the two of you,” Hoseok breathes, hand stilling in your hair.

And you do. You glance down at your bare body, where it meets and follows the curves and strong arches of Jin’s own. And then you turn your gaze upward, where your boyfriend sits beside you fully clothed. A spectator, a director.

“Do you like what you see?” Jin’s voice asks quietly.

Hoseok doesn’t respond. Instead, he reaches forward, cupping the nape of Jin’s neck, and pulls him in. It’s messy, their tongues twisting between lips and behind teeths as Jin starts to melt, the grip on your legs slipping. You feel yourself slipping, too, at the sight of your boyfriend taking and taking from him and seeing Jin give and give.

They part, and Hoseok’s cheeks have finally reddened as he settles against the headboard beside you.

Wordlessly, Jin hikes your legs a little higher on his shoulder. Then, you feel the blunt head of his cock press against your wet core. He throws his head back immediately, moaning at the feeling of how wet you are after waiting for this all night. He pushes in, slowly at first, and the stretch has you grabbing at the sheets already. You can feel the head press further, your walls alight with sensation as he bottoms at. Even the slight shuffle of his hips for a better grounding has a whine seeping between your teeth.

“God, she’s going to come soon,” Hoseok chuckles. You feel embarrassed, but you relish the way he continues to look at you both.

Jin pulls back slowly, but the hard thrust he gives you takes you off guard. You cry out, and he does it again. Your eyes roll back, the sweet sensation and the jostling of his force. The pressure from the thrusts has your clit stimulated as your body twists.

Jin’s mouthing at the heel of your foot, and it’s so surprisingly sensitive, your toes curl.

But you lose control of what sensation comes where when Hoseok reaches down to twist one of your purt nipples. Your chest recoils but your back arches, undecided in where to focus. Everything feels good, so good, and you’re thinking about nothing but bliss, but arousal and a need for release.

It’s only moments before your groaning, jaw locked, feeling the heat rise from your core and flood over you. Jin’s thrusts don’t slow, an unpredictable pattern as he feels you clench around him, and the feeling of being fucked by someone who doesn’t know your body quite as well has the heat coiling hot and spurting in long waves.

It knocks the breath out of you. Only when you regain the feeling of your breath do you hear yourself whimpering against the girth of his cock against your sensitive walls.

“Shh,” Hoseok chides, a hand on Jin’s shoulder asking him to stop. “That was so good, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” you nod quickly, trying to catch your breath. Then, you look at Jin to reassure him. “So good.”

“My turn?” Hoseok asks, and despite the pulsing of your core, you already find yourself aching for me. You nod quickly again.

“God, you’re so good for us,” Hoseok leans over to kiss your forehead. “Think you can handle both of us?”

You nod again, lips loose but nothing coming out. You’d take them anyway.

“Flip her over.”

Your legs drop to the bed, and Jin’s large hands grip your waist. He kisses your shoulder as he leans in to lift you up and over. Your knees hit the sheets, but Jin takes the time to align them for you, lowering you down gently.

“You handle her so well,” Hoseok says, and you can hear a kind of gratitude in his voice.

“Like you said,” Jin responds, “she deserves it.”

“True, she took your cock so well,” Hoseok says. “Fat cock like yours, probably makes all the girls cry.”

“Not this one,” Jin’s voice from behind you sounds a bit bashful.

“Not yet.”

You groan at that, Hoseok’s hand tracing down your back to let you know where he is. But he gets off the bed.

“Come here.”

You turn, not sure who he’s talking to. But you feel the bed move behind you, and then Jin is standing in front of Hoseok. They take a moment, then Jin’s unbuttoning his shirt. As he opens each button, he places a kiss on the new skin exposed. He watches Hoseok who rests his hands on his bare waist. He unbuttons his slacks, letting them fall to the floor. Then, he’s tugging down Hoseok’s boxer briefs. Once free, his curved cock bobs next to Jin’s thick, heavy cock.

“If you’re going to fuck her again, might need a little help,” Hoseok says, and you can see his wink from here. Your heart swoops as your boyfriend drops to his knees. And your stomach drops when he finds your gaze, holds it, and grips Jin’s cock. He sticks out his tongue, opening his mouth, and takes Jin as far as he can. You see the squint in his eyes as he accommodates before they roll back, enjoying the taste of another man’s cocked soaked in your juices.

Your knees shake as you watch. Jin’s, too, from the looks of it. Hoseok pulls off after only a few sucks and spits onto the end of his cock, letting it drip from his lips and smears it down his cock. He stands, placing his finger under Jin’s chin to give him a chaste kiss. “There, that’s better.”

Jin doesn’t even answer, just dumbly nods as you would. Then both men are crawling back onto the bed. You feel their hands on your body, letting them know where you are, and you’re torn between leaning into Hoseok’s hand under your chin or back into Jin’s hips.

“Fuck her good just like last time,” Hoseok’s voice comes from above. You close your eyes as Jin’s cock traces between your folds, knowing that the new wet sensation is Hoseok’s saliva. And then Hoseok’s gripping your shoulders, lifting you onto your elbows. His legs dip wide, all those years of yoga paying off.

You whine as Jin presses in again, the sensitivity overwhelming but leaving you needy.

With a finger under your chin just like he’d done with Jin, Hoseok tilts your head to his gaze, which is hard to meet when his cock brushes your cheek. “Think you can take my cock while he fucks you?”

You don’t answer. You let your tongue hang as you search for Hoseok’s cock again, turning your head at awkward angles. He swears under his breath then guides you onto his cock. Jin slows to make the alignment easier, but the movement as you shuffle on your elbows has his cock pulsing inside you.

“Damn, look at you,” Hoseok murmurs. “Taking what you need. Sucking me raw and sucking him in.”

You moan, the heady taste of Hoseok’s cock filling your senses. Then you’re reminded of the cock between your thighs, firm hands on your hips, and everything mixes together again. The last touch is Hoseok’s hand under your throat, feeling his cock brush by.

Jin thrusts again, but slower, more steady, deeper. You choke on a moan and feel drool slip from your mouth and down Hoseok’s cock.

“Good, just breathe for me, princessa” Hoseok says in a low voice, rocking his hips slowly. You don’t need to do anything but breathe. They both move, holding you steady, and you let your jaw hang open, let your knees relax as Jin holds you upright.

They rock into you, cock rubbing the back of your throat and the other brushing your gspot. And you feel it coming again. You whine, whimper, and feel your elbows start to collapse as your next orgasm rocks through you, your clit pulsing against the lack of attention, your body moving forward away from Jin’s relentless thrusts only to choke on Hoseok’s cock. It’s so much, so good.

Then Hoseok’s swearing and coming. You feel the hot stickiness spill down your throat, probably taken by surprise at your attempts to swallow down air. It’s the sweetest kind of victory, to fill his load spill into your mouth involuntarily, to know you work him over that good. You lap it up, trying to swallow, to take him deeper, but it’s too much. Not when Jin jostles you forward, and your eager mouth chokes on the lack of air. You whimper, unable to catch a breath.

“Hey, hey,” Hoseok responds when you whimper and choke. He pulls out, but that’s not what you want. You feel half empty, in need of being overtaken, of being nothing but their doll.

“Please,” you finally speak on your own, voice raspy, and Jin groans at the need in your voice. You only now notice the soothing circles he rubs into your hips.

Hoseok strokes your cheeks, pulls your hair out of your face, and directs Jin once again, “Pull her up.”

Your brain feels dizzy as warm hands wrap around your waist and pull you up right. You gasp, pressed against Jin’s chest. His skin is damp with exertion, but you smell that sweet floral scent. And as Hoseok shuffles forward to be chest to chest as well, you take in his smell as well. It mingles around you, dizzying, and you drop your head to Jin’s shoulder with a sigh.

“Yeah, feeling good, aren’t you?” Hoseok purs, grabbing Jin’s hands and repositioning them over your breasts. You moan as he takes the hint, kneading hard as he starts to thrust again. You whimper, the sensation almost too much now.

Hoseok cradles your face and wipes the tears spilling down your cheeks from deepthroating. “Can you give me one more, princessa? Cum for me one more time?” 

You sob around your yes, body wracked with relief and the exhaustion starting to set into your bones in a warm, fuzzy kind of way. Hoseok kisses you as Jin picks up the pace. And the faster Jin goes, the more intense Hoseok’s kisses become. You’re pliant to his mouth, letting his tongue dip deep, moaning openly as you feel the two men take apart every part of your body.

And then, Hoseok’s mouthing at your jaw, down your neck, his hands moving lower, until his slim fingers scissor around your clit, close enough to have your hips bucking but not enough to make it sting.

And you hear moaning. You realize Hoseok’s kissing Jin over your shoulder, the other man’s thrusts becoming distracted, erratic. His grip on your breasts gets tighter, and Hoseok holds your hip to keep you in place as he rolls small circles around your clit. He’s so focused despite occupied with both of you, and you just let your head fall back, hearing the two men moan over your own gasps and whimpers, hot and sticky between them, and you cum again. It’s short, hot, and burns in the best way possible as you dig your fingers into Hoseok’s biceps for support.

Jin swears behind you, and Hoseok tells him he can come. It’s almost instant, and you feel his hips still just as your body starts to ride into overstimulation. He lowers his hands as he shivers, rubbing over your rib cage, Hoseok’s hands back on your face, wiping away more tears.

You don’t remember when you closed your eyes, but when you open them, you can’t believe how wrecked he looks. There’s a sated hunger in his hooded eyes, but his lips are red, hair mussed, chest still heaving despite coming before both of you. It’s a lot to take in, but you find your eyes falling closed again.

“Okay, come on,” Hoseok coos, and you realize he’s talking to both of you as Jin gently pulls out of you, and you fall forward onto Hoseok. He guides you down onto the bed, and Jin falls opposite you. Hoseok rolls to the bedside table, opens a bottle of water, and passes it to Jin for a sip.

Hoseok holds his hand to take the bottle back, but to both your surprise, Jin gently turns your face in his direction, holding the bottle to your lips for a drink. It’s refreshing, after the tears and the deepthroating and the exertion. And despite the crispness of the water, your chest feels warm at the endearment of the stranger. And when he tips the bottle back and hands it to Hoseok, you see the same feeling in his expression.

Hoseok settles in, throwing a leg over the both of you. Out of the scene, his easy going smile spreads across his face. “That was fun.”

You giggle, rubbing a hand over both the men’s hips as they turn into you. “Of course it was. Thanks for that.”

“Oh,” Jin starts, sleepy eyes opening.

You both look over, and he blushes. “I just… I haven’t heard your voice much and it sounds nice.”

Your face burns, but Hoseok’s laughing so hard the bed shakes. “Oh, I think he likes you!”

“I mean,” Jin blushes again, starting to sit up. “I just fucked you, so to some extent.”

“Awh, he’s being shy now, too!” Hoseok continues to giggle, but you note the awkwardness in Jin’s body language. Hoseok’s usually a good judge of social settings, but the postcoital bliss has him a little too carefree.

“I like your voice, too,” you try, but the compliment feels awkward. Jin gives  an awkward smile to match, then moves to the edge of the bed.

“I guess I should, uh, go now,” he says. And it’s odd. There was a kind of excitement to his nervousness before but this feels different.

And you feel different. You and Hoseok have done this before, but this guy was… great. The best. There was something nice, from the way you watched them chat it up to how well he read your needs.

“Wait,” Hoseok says before you can. Your head whips around in mild surprise to hear it from him. Hoseok gives you a look, a question, and you nod. Always on the same wavelength, still. “I was going to order some wings. She always orders a ton but never finishes. Want to help out?”

Jin turns from where he faces away, his eyes a little too wide, a little hopeful. And something in it makes your heart twist. Hoseok’s grip on your waist tightens just a bit, too. Interest.

“You don’t have to,” Jin mumbles.

“I want to,” you chime in now. “Plus, that was way too short for cuddling. Now I’m cold.”

Jin snorts at that. Tension eases from his shoulders, and he rolls back over. Hoseok pulls him close, fussing over the both of you as he throws one of the blankets on top of your naked bodies.

And it’s new, but it feels familiar. A stranger in your bed shouldn’t feel so comfortable, but there’s something about the way Jin hums when Hoseok ruffles his hair and how he knows just where to fit his arm over the curve of your waist. It makes you want this again already.

Maybe you could. Especially when you roll over to see Hoseok’s mischievous grin back on his face. Maybe this will be something more.

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[hollyhomburg]

Reasons Wretched and Divine (Pt.8)

(Sneak Peak) (YoonMinJoon x Reader) (Hybrid au) (Mafia au) 

Summary: After years of abuse, you’ve all finally found each other. But for one of you- the fear still lingers in hidden lies and dead bodies. Yoongi doesn’t want much, just a few more weeks. The clock ticks closer- every second he has with you bringing him closer to zero. 

Tags: pregnant! Reader, Dead bodies, hybrid on hybrid violence, referenced police mistreatment/indifference, mentions of emotional/physical abuse, Angst, touch starved characters, violence, explicit sexual content, foursome, voyeurism, exhibitionism, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, Breeding kink, knotting, dirty talk, unprotected sex, unrealistic amounts of cum, marking kink, Dom/sub undertones, Dom! Namjoon- Sub! everyone else, cum control, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving)

W/c: 18.0k~

A/n: get ready for some nasty af smut in the next chapter~ But also be mindful of the angsty tags. You guys are gonna hate me for the cliffhanger! 

Sneak Peak: (Warning: Violent Content)

- “You know he doesn’t deserve to be up at the big house right,” Jimin can’t stop himself from getting angry at the calloused way they talk about Yoongi, like ‘deserving it’ had anything to do with love at all. His temper rising with the heat. Jimin has never been good at holding his tongue, and maybe it’s his fault that things happen the way they do. 

- Jimin rises, and so does the other hybrid- Taeyong- Jimin’s mind supplies. Suddenly chest to chest both sets of ears cocked in anger. “Well if he doesn’t deserve it- you certainly don’t. Maybe if you guys were kind for once in your life you’d be staying up there too.” Jimin barks. 

- A few other hybrids blanch at Jimin’s words, and more turn away. Determining that the fight isn’t any of their business. Jimin feels revulsion at his own words shiver down his spine as he realizes he’s misspoke- can judge by the silence that he’s the one being judged. “And I actually happen to enjoy their company- I’m not-”

- Taeyong steps forwards, and Jimin shrinks back sudden bravery forgotten. “you’re not what? Being a manipulative little puppy? Batting your eyes at them so that you could get a spot? Go tell that lie to someone who believes you. You might be a puppy, but you’re a snake to your core.” 

- Jimin has never wanted Taehyung to be there more than now. Where is he when he needs him? Jimin looks back through the open window but Taehyung isn’t below them on the patio. Their fight seems to have gotten more than a little attention from those gathered. Wide eyes upturned, startled by the sound of raised voices. It's the wrong moment to look away because taeyong takes the opportunity to shove Jimin back with both his hands.

- Jimin catches himself on the window frame. The open second floor window taunting and frightening. All at once the image hits him, a well placed shove, Jimin falling, cracking against the slate patio outside where you usually set up dinner, the ground hard and unforgiving.

- Jimin’s never fallen from any height before. But he’s been tossed and pushed and shoved, and never learned how to fight back. He freezes now at the memory of it. He’s been shoved into concrete before, and he bets slate hurts just as much especially from this height.

- “Don’t pretend like you haven’t had your eyes set on the big house since you first got here puppy, little thing like you probably just wants to be owned- how do you even have an ounce of self-“ Jimin gets shoved again, and he catches himself on the edge of the window, but one of his feet doesn’t, he catches himself narrowly.

- From below he hears a shriek, His name shouted from your mouth. You run as fast as you can, Yoongi stayed behind to help you. His face turned up imploring at Jimin- stricken with fear and something else. Jimin hears the thud of Namjoon and Taehyung feet on the wooden floor below- loud in the silence. no hybrid moves or speaks, no one steps in, no hybrid even breathes as they watch. Jimin doesn’t know how they knew to come, or how suddenly everything’s escalated.

- The wolf hybrid lurches forward and there is no where left for Jimin to step, already dangling. Jimin grips the window frame, and tries not to let go. 

To Be Posted Monday, November 9th @ 6pm

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[justsugar]

PEN AND CLICK

Chapter 3: blue balls

↪One is a good friend and the other is a good person, and they are looking for inspiration, and she is there.

Pairing: Namjoon!Writer x reader!boudoir model x jungkook!photographer

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A/n: so this is my first au, I hope you like it, just so you know, English isn't my first language so I am sorry for any mistakes, and if you have any questions don't hesitate to contact me, please enjoy❤

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smokescreen | knj sm au

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🖇 synopsis:

— don’t judge a book by its cover. unless the book is a six foot tall, dimpled muscle pig who has no problem bragging about the notches on his belt... not to mention his new unhinged determination to add you to the list.

pairing: rapper!namjoon x photographer!reader

fic type: social media au

side ships: yoonmin!! 2seok.

genre: smut!! idol au, enemies to lovers, boss/employee. angst... maybe

warnings: namjoon is a raging asshole and 100% fictional! i’m sure the real kim namjoon is a sweetheart - just not this one.

updates: everyday! (sometimes twice)

status: ongoing!!

A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask! + if you’ve asked to be on my permanent taglist, you do not need to ask to be added to this one !!

parts:

prologue: sunday morning scandal

character profiles: cypher v

character profiles: yoonmin stans ft. san

part one: caught in 4k

part two: slapping multimillionaires

bonus: under me

part three: work related

part four: unbelievably down

part five: snotty nose boy

part six: fucking obvious

part seven: alternate universe

part eight: strict asswipe

part nine: grossly whipped

part ten: unwashed dick

part eleven: borderline prostitution

part twelve: producer era

part thirteen: life changing

part fourteen: scared of myself

part fifteen: openly flirting

part sixteen: haven’t kissed

part seventeen: done searching

part eighteen: just peace

part nineteen: deep in like

part twenty: getting attached

part twenty-one: kinda friends

part twenty-two: real unfamiliar

part twenty-three: namjoons girlfriend

part twenty-four: no visitors

part twenty-five: feel comfortable

part twenty-six: real me

part twenty-seven: home

bonus: clearly delusional

part twenty-eight: creating sonnets

part twenty-nine: perfect moment (time jump)

epilogue: lucky shirt

epilogue: i like sushi

end

#bts #bts smut #namjoon #namjoon smut #bts sm au #bts smau #bts social media au #bts fake texts #namjoon angst #namjoon fluff #kim namjoon #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #jin #yoongi #hoseok #jimin #taehyung #jungkook #namjoon masterlist #yoonmin #2seok

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

this kingdom ii, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook really, really doesn’t want to admit he loves you. Even though he definitely does. You? You’re just watching this internal struggle with maximum amusement. By the way, he still hasn’t taken you on a date. Why? Because he’s a horny ass man, that’s why. 

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; Jungkook is still a petty idiot and projecting HARD; OT7 meet up and it’s CHAOS; intense smut (fem reader, very dirty talk, begging, pet name (for JK), dry humping, m-receiving oral, reverse cowgirl, handjob, spanking, edging, saliva everywhere, doggy); non-idol!BTS; jealous, tsundere softsub!Jungkook x self-assured, cocky, power-bottom noona!reader; switches between Jungkook’s and your POV, tiny bit of Seokjin’s POV Jungkook is still unhealthily obsessed with the reader’s ass. It’s very long. There’s a lot of smut. They’re both kind of insufferable, but I love writing these two hahaha  summary of OT7 scene: YooMin are trouble, 2seok need to be saved, VMon are actually trying to help, and JK, well... XD

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part i

-

“I’m going to see my friends today.”

“Sounds good.”

The clicking continued.

“At least pretend like you care about me leaving.”

“Hm? Why should I make you feel guilty about leaving to see your friends?” There was a short pause as she did a particularly difficult maneuver, and then she spoke again. “Your friends miss you. Seokjin has been calling me and accusing me of kidnapping you.”

Jeon Jungkook frowned. “Hyung has been calling you?”

She shrugged. “Who else calls me besides Kim Seokjin and my parents?” Her eyes flickered to him as he continued squeezing her ass in his lap. The silver chain connecting her cartilage piercing and earlobe piercing gleamed in the overhead lights of her apartment. “Oh. You, I guess.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You know, if you were a guy, you’d be a real jerk. A fuckboy for sure.”

She put her sci-fi video game on pause.

“And yet you keep coming back.”

She turned around in his lap, hooking her hands around his neck. Jungkook kept the frown on his face.

“I was in the middle of something,” he complained.

She sat down. Jungkook flinched. She was only wearing underwear after all. Panties, bra, both her wrist braces. All black. He could feel her clothed heat against his crotch. Didn’t matter if he was wearing sweatpants.

“In the middle of what?” she teased, grinding against him.

A muscle in his eye twitched. His dick was already semi-hard because he had been massaging her ass earlier. Not because she asked, but because he had pulled her into his lap and because he loved her ass. He wouldn’t say that out loud though, unless it was forced out of him. Her hand came up and played with his ponytail as she continued to grind on his growing erection. He made an annoyed noise even though he secretly liked it.

“I gotta go soon,” Jungkook muttered.

“By all means,” she purred. “You know where the door is.”

She began to roll her hips into his cock, from the head to the base, making him gasp. His hands involuntarily came up to hold her waist as she continued, smirk growing on her lips.

“Thought you said I was a real jerk?”

Jungkook clenched his jaw. “I said if you were a guy. You’re getting away with it because you’re a girl.”

She leaned down, licking her lips. Fuck. Her thighs clamped around his bare waist, squeezing him. He sucked in a tight breath, feeling the softness against his hard muscle.

“You shouldn’t be sexiest, little bunny.”

He shoved her hips down on him, groaning. “Don’t call me that unless we’re fucking.”

She chuckled. “The only reason we’re not fucking is because you said you needed to leave soon.”

His fingertips dug into her skin, growl rising in his throat. “You’re doing his on purpose.”

She began to bounce on his lap, ass and thighs smacking lightly into him, so good he closed his eyes, moaning softly as she continued humping him, putting her firm weight on his dick and increasing the friction with a twist of her hips. His hands pressed into her ass, grabbing handfuls of lusciousness, mouth watering at the feeling of her skin against his.

He felt her breath on his lips.

“Why are you mad that Seokjin calls me?”

He stiffened at the mention of his hyung’s name. His cock, however, kept jabbing her with boundless enthusiasm, not understanding that there were layers of clothing preventing him from getting into that wet ass pussy.

“I’m not mad,” Jungkook gritted out.

He felt her nails tracing his neck, sending shivers down his spine as she twirled his ponytail with her finger. Her lips pressed underneath his lower lip, not quite kissing him on the mouth. A small whine fluttered from his throat, but he cut it off abruptly, trying to mask his arousal.

“I can tell you’re mad,” she purred. “Because you’re pretending you don’t want to fuck me when your dick very clearly does.”

He held her tighter, not realizing that he was the one who was leading her hips now, ramming them into his crotch, increasing the friction, making himself harder and harder.

“I’m not mad,” he repeated, his voice low and gravelly. “You’re mine.”

“Mhm.”

The tone she used bothered him, but Jungkook had no time to ponder it because she was kissing down his jaw, licking up his neck and pressing her lips into his throat, murmuring his name against his skin. Jungkook was going to be late at this rate but he was always late these days, so no one was going to be surprised. He reached up her back and undid her bra, hurriedly yanking it off her arms, tossing it aside. She caught it mid-throw, gently scooting it to the floor.

“I’m not letting you break another figure,” she chuckled.

Jungkook frowned. “I bought you a replacement.”

She pushed him onto the bed. “Still means you broke one in the first place.”

Her hand snaked down between her legs, slipping under his pants and underwear. He moaned as her fingers wrapped around his cock, awkwardly jerking him in his clothes.

“Take it out,” he gasped, his core muscles tensing at the uncomfortable position.

She chuckled. “Such a needy little bunny.”

“S-stop calling me that,” Jungkook hissed back, clenching his jaw as her fingers ran over the head.

She leaned down suddenly, pressing her naked chest against his, making him moan as her nipples rubbed against his skin. Breath hot against his neck, removing her hand from his cock to push his pants down, whispering dirty words.

“Gonna use you the way I like, little bunny, because your cock is just begging to be used by me.”

Her hand snaked up, tugging on his hair tie and releasing his long hair, causing it to cascade around his head like black fire. She lifted herself to press her thigh against his cock and he moaned, feeling the skin rub against the head, smearing his pre-cum everywhere. She moved it back and forth, stroking his entire length against his own stomach, somewhat painful but also so fucking good because her thighs were literal heaven, so soft and luscious that Jungkook himself reached down to press his cock against it, increasing the sensation. His head fell back into her sheets, smelling her scent and the scent of all the sex they had the previous night.

“You gonna cum like this?” she purred, sounding highly amused. “Or rather, you think I’m going to let you cum like this?”

The pleas tumbled out of him before he could stop himself.

“Please,” Jungkook gasped. “Need to cum, p-please…”

She snickered and grabbed his hand. He whined pathetically, snapping his head down to give her his best puppy eyes, so lost in the pleasure that he forgot his pride. His cock throbbed against her thigh; barely giving him the friction he really wanted.

“Noona, please…”

She paced her lips next to his, letting the plumpness brush against him as she spoke.

“I want to ride you, so I’m going to.”

She pushed herself off him and he gasped, his cock slapping against her thigh for a second before she removed her heat, grabbing a condom from her nightstand. Jungkook bit his lip, staring at her curves. He was always surprised that he still wanted it even after an entire night of fucking. Actually, he was surprised that she still wanted it, turning around with a hungry look in her eyes, open-mouthed smirk on her lips.

Without realizing it, Jungkook had lifted himself to his elbows, long black hair wild and messy around his face. It absolutely fucked from her repeatedly running her hands through it all last night, gripping his head as she rode his dick, tits bouncing in his face. He was panting, rattling breaths trembling up his chest because this was not fair, not fair how hard he was getting with the memory alone. His stiff cock was standing straight up, aching, waiting to be abused.

She crawled to him, going low, lips on his hip. He whimpered, the whimper turning into a hiss as she kissed up his cock, ass up as she did so, leisurely licking him like a fucking lollipop.

Jungkook clenched his jaw and slapped her ass. The sound was loud, radiating through the room, a red handprint clearly visible for a second on her cheek.

“Put it in you already.”

She acted as if he had done nothing at all, breathing over his hot length, wrapping her slick tongue around the head and moving it up and down expertly, stimulating the skin beneath the opening. Fucking shit. She was driving him crazy. He tried to put his fingers in her pussy but she dodged him, sliding up against his leg and pressing her tits against his thigh, rubbing her hard nipples against the muscle.

Jungkook was going to lose his mind.

On one hand, he was absolutely pissed his dick was not being sat on right now. On another hand, her nipples on his thigh felt fucking amazing and her tongue on his dick felt even better than amazing. He wanted to kill her and fuck her at the same time and he wasn’t sure if that was a weird kink or not, but she didn’t choke his dick with her pussy within the next ten seconds, he was going to fucking blow–

All of a sudden, she sat up and straddled his abs.

Backwards.

There was a wet squelch and sound of his own gasp as he felt her juices splatter onto his stomach, rubbing her pussy against his torso, her slit tightening against his skin, his eyes glued to her ass spreading so deliciously right in front of his face.

“W-what–?”

He felt the condom roll down.

She raised her hips and sat on his dick.

“Fuck!”

Jungkook yelled it so loud he was sure the neighbors were going to complain, but he was gone, grabbing fistfuls of sheets as her hands clamped onto his thighs and her hips rolled down onto his aching cock, overly sensitive because of the repeated teasing. Fuck, so tight, so wet, so fucking good, making him a broken record at this point, but Jungkook really didn’t care, because he was staring at her plump ass bouncing up and down on his cock, her body tilted slightly forward so she could put more force into it, smacking their hips together as she clenched around him.

“Heh.”

God-fucking-damnnit, she was fucking laughing at him. It was taking everything in him not to cum instantaneously, because he had to make her orgasm at least once for his own pride that was rapidly getting shredded by how fucking good her ass looked bouncing on his dick.

He clenched his jaw and rose his hips up to meet her descent, grinning as he heard her moan and wincing inwardly because he was pretty sure the head of his dick was getting throttled with how deep he got with just that thrust. He growled her name, seeing the little tick of her head, her eagerness at hearing it come from his lips.

“Need you to cum for me. Is that the best you got?” he taunted.

Jungkook really needed to learn not to provoke the big bad wolf because her entire body waved, rocking his cock against her walls, pressing him against all the ridges. He sucked in a tight breath, hardly able to breathe as the pleasure intensified and shocked all of his nerves. Every muscle tensed, so close he wasn’t sure he could stop his orgasm now. He squeezed his eyes shut, setting his jaw and grinding his teeth, head thrown back so far that his hair was brushing against his shoulder blades.

“O-oh, fuck, please cum, fuck, fuck, I’m so fucking close…”

Thankfully he could hear her little pants had turned into breathy moans, so focused on chasing her release that she didn’t directly respond to him. A second later and she let out a sharp hiss.

“Fuck, Jungkook, your cock is so fucking good, fuck!”

And then his dick was immediately assaulted by her pussy clenching tightly, roughly massaging his entire length, followed by a sloppy squelch as her juices splattered onto his crotch, the sweet scent attacking his nose. A heavy moan was torn out of his throat as he came, spilling into the condom with tight jerks, cock shaking against her walls, shuddering at the sensation.

Jungkook fell back against the bed, spent, his long hair slapping him in the face as he panted, not really sure how he was supposed to stand up and take the bus to the PC bang after this. Her pussy slowly pulsed around him, a soft sigh emitted from her lips as she descended from her high, enjoying the feeling of him still inside.

After a long moment of him trying to catch his breath, she reached down and held the condom before getting up. She took it off him and tilted her head.

“I thought you were going to meet up your friends?”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at her.

She grinned, calmly turning from him and heading to the bathroom.

-

“I think she’s using me for sex.”

Park Jimin snorted into his kimchi fried rice. He quickly grabbed a napkin and covered his nose and mouth, laughing.

“Let’s be honest, Jungkook… What else are you good for?”

Jeon Jungkook narrowed his eyes and chucked his chopstick wrapper at him. The paper bounced harmlessly off Jimin’s hand, so Jungkook threw his bamboo chopstick. Jimin blocked it with his napkin, causing it to bounce off and scatter to the floor, leaving a furious Jungkook with one chopstick, irritation on his face, and Jimin cracking up in his seat, trying to hide his mouth as he laughed.

Kim Seokjin sighed, picking up the fallen chopstick and tossing it in the trash. Jungkook continued to glare daggers at Jimin. Jung Hoseok tucked a new set of chopsticks into Jungkook’s hand and took the lone one from him.

“To be honest, I’m surprised you two are even dating,” Min Yoongi said calmly as he continued munching on his own fried rice. “Through maybe it’s not quite dating and merely you mindlessly chasing her ass.”

Jungkook looked ready to chuck his chopsticks again and Hoseok grabbed his hand, making disapproving noises at him. Jimin was still laughing.

“Well, what do you think, Seokjin-hyung?” Kim Namjoon asked. “You’ve known her the longest, so maybe you have some idea.” Always the one to look for a sensible solution.

Seokjin shrugged. “I haven’t seen her date anyone. She’s always been too busy playing games.” He chewed thoughtfully. “We met online. She said she lived nearby and offered to help when I was having some computer issues. She figured out it was the power supply and helped me install it when I bought a new one.”

“Also,” Kim Taehyung piped up, pointing accusingly at Jungkook with his chopsticks. Jungkook was in the middle of stuffing his face, staring at his food instead of Seokjin talking. “What’s with you lately? Why are you pretending like hyung doesn’t exist?”

Jungkook kept his eyes on his rice. “You’re all my hyungs. Be more specific.” he mumbled into his bowl.

“Because he’s jealous,” Yoongi cut in coolly. “He thinks hyung’s been in her pussy.”

There was no mistaking who Yoongi was talking about because Yoongi only had one hyung in the group.

Seokjin actually choked on a grain of rice. “WHAT?”

Jungkook clicked his tongue. “Hmph.”

Jimin suddenly looked intrigued. “Have you?”

Seokjin was red in the face, coughing intensely as Hoseok rubbed his back. “That’s none of your business!”

“And that would be a yes,” Namjoon mused.

Hoseok looked exasperated, as if he was putting up with a lot all at once, trying to make sure his friends weren’t murdering each other. He let out a big sigh as the table erupted, save for Yoongi, who continued eating calmly as if nothing was happening even though he was the one who caused it all. Hoseok glared at Yoongi, who shrugged, unbothered.

“I–It doesn’t matter what’s happened or not!” Seokjin exploded. “We’re just friends!”

“Friends who let their genitals touch every once in a while?” Jimin teased, adding fuel to the fire.

“No!”

“Did you or did you not?” Jungkook snapped, slamming his hand on the table.

“Why do you even care if you just accused her of using you for sex?” Taehyung interjected. “That’s awfully rude if she’s your girlfriend.”

“I mean, isn’t just the sex worth?” Jimin continued, huge grin on his face, thoroughly enjoying himself like the troublemaker he was. “She’s got a hundred out of ten ass.”

Jungkook jerked his head towards Jimin, entire body poised for murder as Hoseok grabbed him by the waist, shoving him back into his seat before he could rip Jimin’s head off.

“And,” Jimin added. “You are kind of a dick, Jungkookie, so she’s using you like God intended.”

Jungkook pursed his lips, vein popping in his forehead. “What?”

Namjoon winced. “Well, you are a little… er… intense.”

Taehyung snorted, rolling his eyes. “Intense? More like unreasonably jealous, stupidly horny, and can’t get in touch with his emotions.”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes, homicide looking more and more tempting by the second.

“He means, stop overreacting like a little bitch and communicate with your woman,” Yoongi interjected again. He took a long sip of his drink before nodding. “Tell her you love her and see what she says.”

Jungkook stiffened all of a sudden. “I... I don’t love her or anything.”

Taehyung threw up his hands.

“See what I’m saying, guys. He’s fucking hopeless.”

-

“Not one, but two AFK?” you sighed. “How unlucky.”

You got up to wander into your kitchen, searching for some food. Jungkook had already left to hang out with his friends. You were off work today and you intended to spend all your time playing games. At least get a bunch of League of Legends games in. But outcomes like that annoyed you, so you cut open a pack of dried seaweed and leaned against your kitchen counter, munching away at the salty snack.

Almost as salty as Jungkook had been acting recently.

You chewed thoughtfully. You had been fucking him pretty consistently now, more consistently than any other guy you have ever fucked. Although earlier Jungkook had insisted on going on dates and getting to know each other, he had a tendency to show up at your door, trying to tower over you, to which you grabbed him and slammed him against the wall, locking the door as you two began to tear each other’s clothes off. It never really got to the ‘going out’ part.

Was that partly your fault?

You smirked. Maybe.

But also, Jungkook was horny, thirsty ass man.

You chuckled at your own pun and shoved more of the crispy, flaky seaweed into your mouth. Still, he would say certain things in that certain way of his. You noticed, of course. Dated – or, rather, fucked – too many guys throughout the years not to notice.

You wondered if Jungkook would voice what he was really thinking or if you would have to work him into a frenzy again for him to blurt everything. You held a sheet of dark green seaweed in between your fingers. It made no difference to you. You smirked, slowly folding the small sheet in half. You loved driving Jeon Jungkook crazy. He looked so cute when he was mad. Your smirk grew. Extra cute when he was moaning for you, begging to cum.

The seaweed sharply snapped in your fingers, trapped between your nails.

-

For the second time that day, Kim Seokjin choked.

His phone had pinged, indicating he had a new message. He opened it without thinking, in the middle of this stupid discussion about his female friend who was definitely getting deep-dicked by one of his male best friends, Jeon Jungkook. But that was none of his business until it became his business, because suddenly Seokjin was staring at a picture of her ass.

Her bare ass.

Well, mostly bare because she had shoved her black panties into her ass crack, thereby putting her two glorious, plump globes on display in the mirror she was taking the selfie with. Seokjin couldn’t see her face, only her thighs and ass, and he definitely recognized those thighs and that ass.

So, Kim Seokjin did what any sensible human being would do.

He choked.

“Oh my God, is that her ass?”

Oh no.

Park Jimin had looked over his shoulder.

Jungkook’s head snapped up, glaring at Jimin before narrowing his eyes at Seokjin.

Seokjin jerked back, coughing, seeing a second message.

Sorry, wrong number.

Wrong number? WRONG NUMBER? Seokjin paled as Jungkook’s phone vibrated in his pocket.

You can keep the picture though. In case you’re lonely or something. ;)

Seokjin was pretty sure he was ascending to heaven or descending to hell. He wasn’t sure.

Jungkook’s eyes were going wide as he stared at his phone. He bolted up from the table, turning bright red. Seokjin was quite sure literal flames were exploding from Jungkook’s death glare.

“Hyung–”

“L-look, it was an accident, she said so herself–” Seokjin sputtered, clutching his phone as he backed up and out of his chair, their five friends congregating between the two to prevent actual murder from happening.

“She said he could keep the picture though,” Jimin said with a wink.

Park Jimin wanted to watch the world burn.

“I’m going to fucking kill yo–”

They were saved by Jungkook’s phone vibrating loudly. Jungkook glared down at it, pressing the accept call button so violently that the phone nearly flipped in his hand. He caught it in the air and brought it to his ear.

“Noona,” he growled, so low and dangerous that all six of them stiffened at his tone.

-

“Now, now, Jungkook.”

Her voice was infuriatingly calm for how fucking close Jungkook was to blowing his top.

“I understand that perhaps you might be a little angry at me.”

“I can’t imagine why,” Jungkook snarled, completely ignoring the fact that his six friends looked very scared at his furrowed brows and clenched jaw.

“It was a mistake. It’s nothing Seokjin hasn’t seen before.”

“And why would that be?” The grip on his phone was so tight that his knuckles were white.

“Because one time, Seokjin and I got drunk and I blew him,” she replied calmly. “And then he was supposed to eat me out after, but he fell asleep midway.”

Suddenly all of Jungkook’s anger evaporated. “He did what?” he choked out, eyes going wide and jerking his head to Seokjin, who groaned and slapped his hands into his face, obviously knowing exactly what she was talking about.

“Stop telling him!” Seokjin whined, loudly enough for her to hear through the phone.

“Telling him what?” Jimin chirped excitedly, looking from Jungkook and Seokjin. No one noticed Yoongi wincing a little. Someone knew about this, but for once he decided to keep his mouth shut. Some things were better left unsaid.

Jungkook heard her playful chuckle, the soft sound of her licking her lips. Enough to make Jungkook’s cock throb in his pants, remembering how good her tongue was.

“So, little bunny, just let Seokjin have the picture and enjoy yours, hmm?”

Jungkook glared at the phone. “Don’t call me that.”

Jimin suddenly appeared right in front of his face, grinning. “Call you what?”

Jungkook planted his hand on Jimin’s face, shoving it down and away from him. Jimin flailed his arms, trying to listen in on the conversation as Jungkook held him away.

She moaned in his ear and his hairs stood on end, cock swelling at the sound. It was followed by a wicked chuckle. Jungkook’s eyebrow twitched, realizing she was teasing him on purpose.

“I’ve got some missions to do in League, so I’ll see when I see you,” she purred.

Damn, Jungkook wanted to drive over there right now and ram his dick into her.

“Little bunny.”

And then she hung up.

-

There were two things you were great at.

League of Legends.

And not being fazed by a man.

Your dad had taught you a lot of things, but above all, he taught you resilience and arrogance, because no daughter of his was going to be a little bitch when it came to a guy. Was it sometimes an overbearing confidence? Of course.

But then you would remember the words your dad gave you when you came home sobbing ugly tears after having confessed to a boy at school. That boy your age had told you that he wasn’t going to date a fat cow. You weren’t fat. You just had thighs and ass. But at the time, especially from someone who had been admiring for weeks, you were heartbroken at those words.

“Don’t you dare cry,” you father had scolded. “Imagine even if one gram of you left this earth? That’s one gram less of love. I won’t have it.” He had hugged you, wiping away your tears, speaking to you very seriously. “You said your piece. If that boy isn’t interested, it’s his loss.” Your father pointed to your chest, right above your heart.

“This is your kingdom. You decide who enters and who leaves. Peasants don’t get to linger on these royal grounds.”

He swept his hand, giving you that smile that was more like a smirk, the trademark you would come to learn from him.

“Kick that peasant out, my daughter. You’re the hunter, not the hunted.”

You grew into your body and that boy would eventually admit to liking you at the end of high school, completely forgetting about your earlier confession in middle school. By then, you knew.

You were the hunter, not the hunted.

And this kingdom? Had no place for peasants.

A smirk on your lips, a dismissive wave of your hand.

“I’m not interested.”

-

“You trying to scare me, Jeon Jungkook?” you mused with a quirk of your eyebrow, opening the door to Jungkook in an oversized black hoodie and black cargo pants. His hood was up, covering his black hair that was pulled back into its usual ponytail. Chunky black sneakers. Black face mask covering half his face. An outfit ready for a casual funeral or with intent to commit murder.

Did Jungkook know what color was? Had he ever seen a rainbow?

His dark brown eyes flickered to you. He yanked off the face mask, shoving it into his pocket and revealing the scowl on his lips before it turned into a jaw drop, eyes widening as he saw what you were wearing.

A light pink minidress. High-necked and stopping mid-thigh, tightly wrapping to every curve. You wore a white jacket over it with a team logo going down the side of the sleeves and white sneakers with a team logo on the tongue.

“You’re not wearing pants?” Jungkook sputtered.

You shrugged. “I own other clothes. You said to pick a place to eat, so I looked up stuff that interested me,” you continued, ignoring his obvious up and down staring of your legs. “There’s a limited time Kirby-themed café, so I decided to wear pink.”

Jungkook pushed you into your own apartment.

You twisted your body, avoiding the wall and shoving him into it, kicking the front door closed. Well. You didn’t really expect to go out anyway. Jungkook was predictable. Your hand splayed out on his chest and you slunk up to him, pressing him up against the solidness as you lifted your head and your eyebrow. He was grimacing, staring down angrily at you. He opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off, grabbing a fistful of his hoodie and slamming him back into the wall. He gasped under you as you slid a leg between his.

“Now, before you say stupid like, ‘You can’t wear something like that in public,’ remember I can do what I want, Jeon Jungkook.” You raised your thigh and pressed it against his crotch, smirking as he hissed. He seemed to be trying to muster all his anger, but his dick was draining the blood from his brain.

“Yeah?” he growled. “Is that why you sent Seokjin that picture?”

You flicked his chin. “He’s your hyung, little bunny.”

You saw Jungkook’s eyebrow twitch in annoyance at you using the nickname. Your thumb pressed against his chin, pushing up to his lower lip, exposing the tiny mole under it. You leaned in close, rubbing his lip slowly.

“Ask me again,” you whispered lowly, trapping him in your gaze. “Properly this time.”

Jungkook swallowed, eyes sparking with defiance. Your thigh remained against his crotch, softness pressed his hardness, slowly moving up and down. His resolve was cracking slowly, especially as your chest pressed against his, breath tickling his skin.

“Why did you send Seokjin-hyung a picture of your ass?” he gritted out.

-

Jungkook expected her to apologize or deny she had done such a thing. He could barely focus with her body molded against him and the oppressive reigning power of her eyes. At this point, he shouldn’t be surprised.

She didn’t hesitate.

“Because I wanted to see if you would be jealous.”

His eyes widened. What the fuck? Was she fucking serious? Her eyes were vigilant, always watching him and his reactions. She tilted her head, blinking slowly.

“You’ve been hinting for a while now that you don’t like that Seokjin and I are friends.” He opened his mouth to protest, but she used her thumb to press them closed, raising her eyebrows. “I’m not going to stop being friends with Seokjin because you’re insecure. I’m not going to send him any more pictures either. Like I said, it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before.”

“That doesn’t make you right.” Jungkook spoke around her finger, shuddering a little as he felt the pad of her thumb gently caress the sensitive skin of his lips.

Her gaze locked with his.

“Correction.”

Her grip on his hoodie loosened, stroking his chest through the thick fabric.

“That doesn’t make me morally right.”

Hand sliding down, down. Hooking underneath the hem, pushing it up, up, making him gasp as her fingers spread over his abs, touching him all over, eyelashes lowering, lips so close, so close that he could feel her breathing hitch a little when she made contact with his skin. Her tongue poked out from between her lips as her thumb skimmed across his mouth, switching to stroking his cheek gently, a finger flicking his earrings as she spoke again.

“It does make me right about your jealousy though.”

She kissed him, hungrily, grinding her body against his. Jungkook moaned straight into her mouth, the hands that he had spent so long balling into fists to stop himself from giving in flying open, grabbing her round ass and ramming his crotch into hers. Her tongue flitted in and out of his lips, pressing harder, smirking as her hips matched his rhythm. He whimpered into her kiss, lifting the hem of her dress and popping it over the curve of her ass, running his hands over the perfect curve.

Jungkook actually did have good intentions to take her out on a proper date but, somehow, he always got sidetracked.

-

You loved it when Jeon Jungkook touched you.

He always acted like it was the first time, like he couldn’t help himself, like he was dying and you were the cure and he needed it now, needed it more than holding onto his pride. Even if his mouth was saying something else, his body kept going. Hands on your ass, sliding underneath your panties and yanking up, shoving them into your ass crack and exposing your bare cheeks to the air, gasping into your rough kisses.

“I wasn’t jealous,” Jungkook panted, trying to play it off. “As if I care about some dumb picture.”

You snickered. “Bet you were ready to fight Seokjin right then and there.”

He clenched his jaw. “O-of course not.”

“Should I call Jimin and ask?”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. “Why do you have Jimin’s number?”

You thought about punishing him for not calling Jimin ‘hyung’ but, then again, Jimin was a verbal arsonist, so you let it slide. You chuckled. “I don’t. But I’m sure Seokjin has his number. Jimin seems like the kind of guy who would tell me all the details.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Jimin is the reason why any of this started at all.”

“Hm, why’s that?”

Jungkook stiffened. You saw his eyes shift about, trying to avoid telling you something. Interesting. You took him by the waist, kicking off your shoes as he did the same, tucking his tongue into his cheek. His brows furrowed as he spaced out, letting you pull him deeper and deeper into your apartment. He only came back to earth when you raised his hoodie and lifted it over his head, taking his t-shirt with it.

“What are you doing?”

“Stripping you,” was your reply. “Want to look at your body.”

His ears flushed red. “You saw it this morning.”

“And I want to see it some more,” you stated simply. “Is that a problem?”

Your ran your fingernails over his collarbones, making him hiss, breath hot and imploring. His brown eyes darkened as his pupils dilated, biting his lip as you made eye contact, roaming your fingers all over his chest, barely any pressure, knowing he wanted more, seeing it in his gaze. His ponytail was a little messed up, long black strands slipping out and framing his cheeks.

“Fuck,” you breathed, sinking your nails into his soft skin, muscles hard underneath, feeling his body tremble, bracing for your touch. You lifted your chin, moaning softly as you dragged your nails down, hips rocking as you scraped against his sculpted abs. He moaned with you, staring into your eyes, unable to look away. You slunk down, pressing your lips into his chest, kissing softly, lashes lowering, holding his stare. His breathing deepened, chest rising and falling a little as you kissed the scratches you made, thighs spreading out as you squatted. You saw him suck in a tight breath, trying to take it all in without looking away from your eyes. Your tongue slid out, licking just above his waist.

“You’re so fucking hot, Jungkook.”

You saw him swallow hard as you undid his belt.

“I can’t help but want to fuck you, little bunny.”

You slid it out of the belt loops, slowly, breathing hotly against his skin. His eyes were glazed over, hanging onto your every word, so turned on you could see his erection straining against his black jeans. You looped his belt around your neck, sliding the buckle up. Jungkook chewed on his lip, watching you press it against your throat. It couldn’t be closed, of course, but you could see the visual effect it was having on him.

Undoing his jeans, pushing the fabric down his thighs.

Hooking your fingers on the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling them down too, his cock popping out and pressing against your mouth with how close you were. You could feel the throbbing heat, pre-cum smearing on your lips. When you spoke, your warm breath wafted over the head.

Jungkook shuddered, whimpering deep in his throat.

“Can’t help but want to swallow you up.”

And then you enclosed your lips around his cock.

-

Sure, Jungkook could verbally complain all he wanted, but him and his dick were absolutely ecstatic about getting this much action. As she so aptly sated before, this was her kingdom and Jungkook fucking loved this monarchy. Well, more like tyranny.

Whatever, he couldn’t give a shit.

He leaned his head back, gasping sharply as he felt her lips wrap around him, soft tongue coating his cock wetly with saliva, focusing only on the head. Lightly bobbing back and forth, stimulating the sensitive skin with lips, tongue, and so, so much saliva. Fuck, he loved it so much, loved her mouth and how it teased him, loved and hated how she made him last, made him crazy, made him clench his hands into fists because he craved her pace and didn’t want to change it, letting her to do whatever she wanted because she was so good at it.

Her tongue ghosted over the head, so slick it barely touched him, and then it pressed against the bottom of his cock, rubbing roughly, tracing his veins as he moaned her name, snapping his head back down to see her looking up at him, cocky and in control. And it made Jungkook so mad, so annoyed that he could be ruined so easily but, also, he loved it, loved the way her eyes glittered with satisfaction and pride, so pleased with pleasing him.

“Don’t tease,” he growled, an empty threat but he said it anyway.

She smirked and ticked her eyebrow.

Then she went all the way down, lips hitting the base of his cock and Jungkook was the one who choked, unable to catch his breath as the head was squeezed by her throat, so deep he wasn’t sure if she could breathe. Her tongue ran over the contours of his cock, pressing him up against the roof of her mouth, grinding him into her throat.

“Fuck me,” Jungkook panted, eyes fixated on her thighs spread open, ass sticking out, panties trapped in between her cheeks, making them look bigger, rounder. His black belt was looped around her neck, slapping against her leg as she began to move her head up and down. Pleasure flooded through his core, burning him up. She had one hand on his hip, bracing herself as she sucked him off. The other hand wrapped around the belt, grasping it in her palm and holding it, yanking down.

Looking at him through her lashes, so clearly dominant even though she was the one on her knees with his belt around her throat, fucking her own face with his dick.

“Can’t… can’t hold back,” Jungkook gasped. “You’re so fucking pretty, noona, fuck, gonna cum down your pretty throat…”

Faster, tighter, wetter. His eyelids fluttered, nails digging into his palms as he sank his teeth into his lower lip to prevent himself from shouting, core so tense, so close, oh, fuck. Fuck. His lower lip popped out of his mouth as he groaned her name, still too loud, deep and wanton from his chest as he came, roughly shooting into her throat. She clamped down on his cock as it jerked in her mouth, drinking greedily, chuckling as she did so. The fucking audacity. But Jungkook could do nothing about it, hopelessly moaning as her tongue spread his own cum and her saliva all over the head of his cock, fucking it nice, slow, and easy, so sensitive that there was far too much pleasure, his hips rocking into it, legs quivering from the afterglow.

She was too fucking good at this.

God, Jungkook wanted to marry her so bad.

They hadn’t even gone on a date!

He raised his shaking hand up to his forehead, pushing his long hair back, breathless.

-

Fuck, Jeon Jungkook looked so good like this.

Gasping for breath, his tattooed arm raised, sweeping away the fallen black strands of his ponytail and exposing his forehead. Jaw clenched tight, tan skin glistening with sweat, lips pink and swollen from biting on them. You looked up at him and he looked down at you. For a moment, you could see adoration and fondness mixed together in his gaze, and then Jungkook abruptly ticked his head, furrowing his brows, trying to mask it with annoyance.

Heh.

He really was too easy to read.

You hummed along his length, long, languid licks from the bottom of his cock to the tip, feeling him get hard again. Jungkook narrowed his eyes at you. You smacked the head with your tongue, bumping it against the roof of your mouth.

“Stop that.”

You withdrew you mouth, not missing the flicker of disappointment in those chocolate orbs before he sucked in his cheek. Your fingers gripped the belt buckle and pulled down, removing it from your neck and slipping it off. It slapped against your thigh loudly, stinging a little. Jungkook shivered involuntarily, gaze immediately locked onto his belt draped in your lap.

“You like that?” you drawled.

Jungkook didn’t respond, biting his lip. The side of your lips quirked upwards. You folded his belt in half, grasping it in your palm. His eyes flickered up to yours.

“You wouldn’t.”

You swung your right leg out, keeping eye contact.

“I would.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed, gulping audibly. Your free hand crawled up his legs, nails dancing over hard muscle as you tapped the leather belt against your soft thigh. Sometimes you wondered what your neighbors thought. Did they think Jungkook was the freak? His usual defiant expression and dark, casual attire certainly didn’t help.

Little did they know.

Finger by finger, slowly wrapping around his wet cock, still covered with your saliva. His pupils were blown wide with disbelief and lust, holding his breath.

You pumped him once.

And smacked the inside of your own thigh with his belt at the same time.

You gasped at the pain; a red stripe visible on your skin. He inhaled sharply, thrusting into your hand, head whipping between your thigh and your face. You pumped him once more, slapping yourself again, grinning as he moaned, fucking himself with your hold, sputtering as you kept going, patterning a red crisscross on your leg, the pain fading to nothing as you watched Jungkook lose his mind.

“S-stop…”

“Stop what?” you panted, flinching as you added another hit to your burning skin. You could tell it was getting him off and it was bothering him that he was enjoying it so much. “Tell the wolf what you want.” Your grip tightened and he groaned, roughly rolling his hips into it. “You know I’ll give you anything, little bunny.”

Jungkook groaned, eyes half-lidded and glazed with lust.

“Gonna… cum, fuck…”

“You wanna cum, hm?” you purred. “I’ll let you cum. All over me even. If that’s what you desire, little bunny.”

His eyes darkened. You smirked.

“I hate you.”

“And yet you’re still fucking my hand.”

You knew what Jungkook was trying to do. Did he really think he could use reverse psychology on you like that? Admitting he was close, trying to get you to refuse him and let go so he could last longer. Your smirk grew as he continued to rut in your palm, grinding his teeth. Of course, you had deliberately put that picture in his mind, making it even harder for him to stop now. The only way he was going to last longer is if he did it himself. You waited. His right hand wrapped around your wrist, black tattoos standing out on his white knuckles, sucking in his cheek as he slowed. He was panting as he edged himself to a full stop.

Your tongue touched the side of your mouth, wicked grin on your lips.

Eyebrow cocked in amusement.

Jungkook snarled.

“Fuck you.”

-

“Go ahead.”

Just.

Imagine wanting to throttle someone while simultaneously wanting to marry them.

Jeon Jungkook was not sure how he was going to live like this, but he also wanted nothing else.

He needed help.

His fingers pressed against her wrist, rubbing against the pink fabric. The dress of long-sleeved, tight all over. Her wrist felt slim and delicate in his hand. Suddenly, Jungkook realized something felt off. Different.

“You’re not wearing your wrist braces.”

There was a tinge of worry in his voice, but he didn’t even notice. His brows furrowed in concern. Something flickered in her eyes. He wasn’t astute or quick enough to discern it.

“We were going on a date. I didn’t want to embarrass you.”

Her tone was neutral, casual. Jungkook’s hand slid down, clasping around her forearm and yanking her up, frowning. She dropped his belt and it clattered to the floor, but his eyes were on her face. Her expression was different, almost vulnerable.

“You should be wearing them,” he said, not realizing the softness in his tone, hand releasing her forearm and sliding around her waist, stroking it gently. “You’ve been playing League all day, haven’t you? You need to protect them.”

She blinked slowly, lashes shadowing her eyes.

“They aren’t pretty.”

This kind of closeness was different. It still made his heart race, but there was something else too, an unknown emotion plucking at his heartstrings, playing him like a golden harp, crystalline butterflies flying in his stomach as her breath lingered on his cheek. Her dress was bunched around her waist and he pushed it up, caressing her skin.

“You’re pretty enough.” A smirk danced on his lips. “Trust me, no one looks at your wrists when you walk around in public.”

“What do they look at?”

The slight teasing tone was back. She backed up a little, out of his grasp, pulling the dress up and over her head. He sucked in a breath as her torso was revealed, bra molded in her breasts. Due to the light color of the dress, her undergarments matched her skin tone, nearly invisible under the tight fabric. She took a step backwards and he followed, drawn by this striptease, watching her hand reach behind her and unhook her bra.

“What do they look at, Jungkook?”

She dropped her bra and he inhaled sharply. Her nipples were hard, tits soft and bouncy. As much as he liked them, Jungkook had his answer and his preference. Direct eye contact, licking his lips.

“Your ass, duh.”

She gave him a foxy smile and sat down on the bed, still backing up, pushing her panties down her hips, using the friction of the sheets to help them slide down her legs, keeping her thighs together, only giving flashes of her wetness. His hands planted onto the bed, fingers spreading out, crawling after her, ditching the rest of his clothes in the process. He could smell her arousal, strong and sweet and intoxicating, his favorite smell in the whole world.

“You sure that’s not just you?” she teased.

“I know it’s not just me,” Jungkook breathed. “I catch people making eyes at your ass all the time.”

She turned around and he actually moaned, seeing her bare ass up in the air, so big, round, and plump, all he could think about, his obsession, curving down to those perfect juicy thighs.

She turned her head to look back at him, cocking an eyebrow, condom in between her index and middle finger.

“No one loves it as much as you, hm?”

Fuck, he was drooling.

Her eyes sparkled with mirth.

“Little bunny.”

-

Jungkook raised his body, muscles tensed, trying to be domineering. He would probably try until the end of time and you still wouldn’t be daunted, giving him a smug little smile the entire time. You saw a muscle twitch in his forehead, a vein popping out. You weren’t sure if he realized it, but he was visibly salivating despite being so irate with you.

And then a fat blob of his spit plopped onto your ass.

You raised your eyebrows.

His ears turned red.

It slid down into your crack, pooling there.

“Did you just drool on me?”

His cheeks turned red. Jungkook hastily wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, stuttering, staring at it and then at your highly amused face, borderline laughing, placing the condom over your lips so he wouldn’t see you snickering. Your shoulders were shaking though, so close to losing it with how flushed his face was becoming, jaw flapping, clawing for an answer.

“I… I… no, it’s…”

He raised his hand to try to wipe it away but yours shot out, knocking it away.

“No, no.”

His ponytail bounced, lower lip trembling nervously.

“Let’s take advantage,” you said, voice dropping low, controlling yourself despite how badly you wanted to explode with laughter. You didn’t want to hurt his feelings. You beckoned him forward and he scooted up to you uneasily, embarrassment evident on his features.

“Put your dick there.”

He blinked at you. You ticked your chin at your ass crack.

“Trust me, Jungkook.”

You purposefully used his name, not his pet name. He swallowed and lifted his cock, gasping as he dropped it onto the puddle of spit between your cheeks. You reached back and pressed your ass together around his cock and his lashes fluttered, hips shooting forward, balls smacking your pussy. You slid back and forth lightly, feeling it hardening, lubricated by his own saliva.

“Hold it down,” you instructed softly.

Jungkook obeyed, right hand pressing it down and moaning as the sensation intensified, warm and tight as your hips rocked into his. Your name drifted from his lips, deep and sensual, and you knew the awkwardness was forgotten now, focusing only on the pleasure. He shoved the head into your skin, the pitch of his moan hiking as the sensitivity increased, becoming rock hard, the thickness you craved.

“You ever think about this?” you breathed.

“Yeah,” he gasped. “Yeah, but I thought you would think it was too w-weird.”

You tensed your muscles and Jungkook whimpered at the increased tightness, cock throbbing against your ass. He thought this was weird? Who did he date before, nuns? Not to mention all the filth you two had already been doing. Oh, well, not the time to ask. Focus. His pre-cum was mixing with his saliva, his strong, masculine scent painted all over you.

“Fuck, your ass is so fucking good…”

“You want to cum like this?” you hummed.

Jungkook bit his lip. “N-No…” Thrusting slowly a few more times. Edging himself once again. Damn, he was relentless with his poor dick. “Wanna make my woman feel good.”

The way he said, my woman, so possessively and desperately at the same time.

You smirked. “I’m waiting, little bunny.”

He clenched his jaw, pulling out with a soft whine. Took the condom from one of your hands holding your ass, ripping it open and sliding it on. Didn’t waste any time, pushing into you with one swift stroke, punishing himself and rewarding you. You moaned in satisfaction, taking it all, enjoying the unforgiving way Jungkook stretched you out with his thick cock, enjoying how he cried out, voice booming against your apartment walls. You lowered your hands, dropping your ass a little by spreading your knees more, letting him hit you deeper. Jungkook moaned, handsome features twisted in pleasure, so sexy and needy.

You really needed to invest in a mirror so you didn’t have to crane your head back to watch him every time.

“Fuck me,” you commanded.

His jaw set as he began to slap his hips into you, strong hands on your ass. You clenched around him and he growled, dark eyes flashing. You let him pound you a few times before you raised your hips to meet him, fucking him back. The growl deepened in his chest, his shoulders and pecs tensing as his grip on your ass tightened.

“Stop it.”

“I don’t think so,” you replied, knowing you were saying it far too calmly for his taste.

His pace intensified, bending down a little to get deeper, irritation clear on his face. “If you didn’t have such a great ass, I wouldn’t let you get away with this.”

“Hmm,” you purred, shivering as Jungkook hit your favorite spot. He seemed to notice and did it again, earning the same reaction. A wicked smirk grew on his lips as he focused right there, reducing his speed and increasing his force. You gasped a little, hands clutching your sheets. Slowly but surely, he was annihilating your poor pussy with how deep and big he was, but you didn’t care.

“Talk to me,” you said breathlessly, staring into his hungry eyes, dark from his blown-out pupils. “Tell noona how much you love her ass.”

Jungkook’s voice was rough and gravelly, almost a snarl, so fucking sexy you felt yourself leaking all over his cock as he spoke to you.

“I fucking love your ass, noona,” he drawled, ramming his cock into you with every word, eyes on your face as he did do. “Love the way it bounces and jiggles as I fuck you, love how soft and juicy it is, love digging my fingers into it as I fuck you. Your pussy swallows my cock so well, so fucking tight, fuck, you’re so fucking good at taking me.” His balls were smacking your clit now, speed increasing as he chased his orgasm, the words distracting him from his own control, your pussy squeezing his cock every time he descended.

Jungkook chewed on his lip, breathing shallow and tight, indicating he was close.

“I wanna fuck you every day, every night, fuck, I don’t wanna do anything else but watch your ass bounce on my dick. Want you all to myself, want you all over me, want you to tease me, use me, drive me crazy, just to have my hands on this ass and these thighs, and watch your pretty pussy and lips swallow my cock.”

Oh fuck, you could feel it now, his dirty words and his ravenous expression meaning every word, fucking you so hard that the bed was screaming under you, but neither of you noticed, so lost in each other’s eyes that you just kept fucking him back and he kept railing you. Wet, obscene slapping of your hips filling the apartment, definitely disturbing someone, but Jungkook and you were too busy moaning in unison, his fingers digging into you as you clutched the sheets, your name and his name mixing together as both of you came, him exploding into the condom and your pussy spasming all over his cock. His eyes rolled back into his head, pressing down on your ass so he could feel it all over, milking his cum out, your juices slipping down his balls and thighs.

You breathed out, your exhale heavy and dense with satisfaction.

Your phone rang.

You raised an eyebrow and looked at it vibrating on your nightstand, seeing Seokjin’s name flashing.

“You gonna answer that?” Jungkook muttered, glaring at it.

“Don’t have to.”

He rubbed your ass, squeezing it. “Ugh, just answer him.”

You reached over with a sigh as Jungkook gingerly pulled out, carefully lowering you to the bed before backing up. You pressed the start call button and the phone nearly jumped out of your hand with how loud Kim Seokjin was shouting.

“Yah! You told me I could stop by today because my mouse was acting up and you had an extra one! Yeah, well, I was standing outside your door and you’re fucking the living daylights out of Jeon Jungkook in the middle of the damn afternoon! You think no one can hear you or something? Keep it down, you absolute animals!”

You blinked at your phone and looked at Jungkook, who raised his hands and shrugged. You put it on speaker. Seokjin was certainly yelling loud enough.

“Er… sorry, hyung?”

“Sorry? Sorry?” Seokjin shrieked. “Get a house if you’re going to be that loud, fuck!”

You chuckled. “You still outside?”

“Me? Fuck no, I’m not, I don’t need to hear that shit, fuck!”

“You jacking off?”

“FUCK NO!”

You wondered where he was if he was screaming all these obscenities.

“I’m driving to the fucking electronics store,” Seokjin grumbled crossly. “Jungkook! You better tell her you fucking love her and buy a house together and let the world live in peace!”

And then Kim Seokjin hung up.

You raised your eyebrows. Turned your head slowly to face Jungkook, who was rapidly turning into a tomato. Well. Turns out you didn’t have to pry it out of him. Seokjin did the work for you. You placed a hand on your chin and looked up at him.

“Oh? Do you have something to tell me, Jeon Jungkook?”

He gritted his teeth and sat down on the bed, pouting slightly and looking pissed at the same time.

“W-well, you heard it already.” He waved his hand towards the phone. “So… yeah.”

“Hmm, do you really want to leave it at that?”

Jungkook’s eyes shifted, looking at the floor. He took a deep breath and looked at you. For your part, you didn’t keep the teasing smile on your face. You simply waited for his response, tilting your head at him. His chocolate brown eyes seemed a little frightened, forehead slick with sweat, his black hair all over his cheeks, ponytail half-undone from fucking.

Handsome and perfect.

He was going to be your husband.

You already decided, right here and now.

“I love you,” Jungkook said quietly. “A lot. I think I want to make babies and get married and grow old with you and shit like that.”

You raised your eyebrows.

“In that order?”

“Er...” He bit his lip. “Marriage first?”

“Thought you wanted to go on dates?” you teased lightly.

He ticked his head. “Well… maybe we’ll get tired of fucking at some point and then go on dates?”

“Do you think that will happen?”

He frowned. “Er… No?”

You tapped your cheek with your fingers. He looked so cute like this, unsure and sure at the same time, eyes flicking up to you and looking away. He seemed to be scared of your response. How interesting. He really had nothing to worry about.

“You know, Jungkook,” you said, lifting yourself up and placing your hands on his shoulder, bringing your face close to his. He jumped a little at your proximity, anxiously knitting his brows together. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

“Ah… what?”

You hummed, caressing his skin. “I could have told you I loved you first, but it was too fun watching you struggle.”

“H-hey! That’s fucked up!” Jungkook snapped, narrowing his eyes.

You kissed his cheek and he instantly flushed red at the chaste action, fingers coming up to trace the kiss. His eyes searched yours and you looked back at him unashamedly, hiding nothing.

“You… really love me?” he whispered quietly, as if he was afraid to say it out loud. “You’re not just using me for sex?”

You almost guffawed. Instead, you suffocated your laughter and gave him a playful look, arching an eyebrow. You removed your hands from his shoulder.

“Oh, I’m definitely using you for sex, Jungkook,” you affirmed. His gaze hardened and then his eyes widened as your arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him from behind, resting your chin on his broad shoulder. “But I also love you and want to grow old with you, so you can’t complain.”

You heard him huff. But he seemed pleased, resting his hand on yours, stroking your wrist gently. His words might be rough, but his tone was tender, unable to hide his affection.

“Yeah… I guess.”

You smiled.

Stubborn like an ox.

-

part iii

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Let's Play 😈

My darling readers picked a prompt from this list and a pairing/group. When I have some free time, I will write it! Stay tuned for updates!

Prompts requested:

Fluff: 1 & 3 - Jungkook x Reader by anon ✔ 5 - Jungkook x Reader by anon: here 5 - TaeKook by dasexydevitt13 10 - Seokjin x Reader by Josie on Twitter 33 - Seokjin x Reader by Josie on Twitter

Smut: 13, 15 & 32 - Taehyung x Reader by dasexydevitt13 ✔ 15 - Seokjin x Reader by Josie on Twitter: here 16 - Seokjin x Reader by Josie on Twitter ✔ 29 - Jungkook x Reader by dasexydevitt13: here 33 - Jungkook x Reader by anon 35 - Taehyung x Reader by anon 40 - Jungkook x Reader by dasexydevitt13 ✔ 41 - Namjoon x Reader by giriiboyy: here 44 - YoonMin by anon 47 - Yoongihandkink x Reader by giriiboyy 44 - Taehyung x Reader (reader calls Tae daddy) by dasexydevitt13 44 - Seokjin x Reader by Josie on Twitter 48 - Seokjin x Reader by Josie on Twitter 49 - Jimin x Reader by anon

Angst: 9 - OT7 x Reader by Josie on Twitter 14 - Sope by anon squishycat 15 - NamGi by anon squishycat 31 - 2seok by anon squishycat 40 - Seokjin x Reader by Josie on Twitter

Feel free to keep them coming and I'll work on them as I have time! 💜

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Jung Hoseok Masterlist

Key - be aware that this key is only a vague indicator of content, read any warnings on fics you intend to read.

🍭 - Fluff only - G or T; may include some innuendo/suggestiveness but nothing graphic.

🔥 - Smut - Explicit fics; includes graphic adult content

💔 - Angst - Ratings vary, has some level of drama/sadness/upset

😂 - Crackfic - Ratings vary, primarily humorous

📚 - Series/Chapter - Denotes a chapter fic, does not speak to content

Hoseok x Namjoon (Namseok)

🔥 Relax - Namjoon works way too hard. Hoseok needs to get him to relax. (PWP, shower sex)

Hoseok x Seokjin (2seok)

🔥 💔 📚 Bubblegum - If Seokjin had to redo the past three months of his life he wouldn’t change a single thing. Except he would have kicked Jung Hoseok out of his class on the first day instead of figuring he’d settle down. In twenty-three years of life he’d never met someone so obnoxious. And so damn .... Cute. (college au, smut, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, misunderstandings, abusive relationships (not BTS))

🔥 Night Walk - Hoseok is enjoying having a night to himself, but Jin has other plans. (PWP, D/s, puppy play, watersports, Omorashi, dirty talk, rough sex

🔥 Not Breakable - Hoseok knows that Jin’s struggling intimately. But he worries his only option for helping involves Jin not quite being awake for it. (hybrid au, PWP, dubious consent, slight somnophilia)

🔥 Debuting & Dating - Jin’s had a crush on Hoseok since he met him, and it finally paid off. Now if only he could get more than a minute alone with him. (PWP, makeshift sex toys, face fucking, dirty talk, clothed sex, semi-public sex)

Hoseok x Yoongi (Sope)

🔥 Power Struggle - Neither Yoongi nor Hoseok really like admitting defeat. Especially not when it comes to which one is going to bottom. (PWP, dirty talk, deepthroating, D/s, power dynamics, rough sex)

🍭 Peace & Quiet… And a Centaur - Yoongi and Hoseok intended for a night of camping to be peaceful, to get away from everything in their life. And then they found the cave. (fluff, crack, humor, centaurs)

💔🔥 Black Rose - He was beautiful and deadly. Just like the thorns of the black roses he left behind in his wake. (angst, major character death, vampires, blood drinking, biting, illnesses, supernaturally induced amnesia )

💔🔥 Late Night Comfort - After a particularly intense scene, Hoseok pulls away. (D/s, Dom Drop, Subspace, Aftercare, Arguing, Crying, Bruises, Panties, Light Bondage, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk)

💔 Posthumous Proposal - The world had never been very kind to Yoongi. (Christmas, Pre-Fic Death, Major Character Death)

Hoseok x Jimin (Jihope)

🔥 Lucky Hope - Hoseok is in Los Angeles filming his music video. Jimin is missing him. (pwp, puppy play, dirty talk)

🔥 💔Kisses in the Graveyard - Jimin has been having the same nightmare since he was thirteen. But what if it’s not just in his head? (demon au, smut, angst with a happy ending, bottom!Jimin, virgin!Jimin)

Hoseok x Taehyung (Vhope)

🔥 Helpful – Taehyung just wants to be helpful. (PWP, cock warming, rough sx, dirty talk)

🍭 A Calculated Risk - When Hoseok sees the crying young man on the plane next to him, he wonders if the calculated certainty of his life is really worth the loneliness. (strangers to lovers, anxious Hoseok, fluff, slice of life)

🔥 High Tide of the Afternoon - Taehyung and Hoseok are spending the day at the lake when Taehyung’s shy bladder becomes a problem. (PWP, Watersports, Wetting, Desperation, Semi-Public Sex)

🍭 The Bugbear & the Barista - Taeyung is Hoseok’s loyal customer. But boy is he strange. (Slice of Life, Coffee Shop AU)

Hoseok x Jungkook (Hopekook)

🔥 Accident - Jungkook is desperate in more ways than one. (PWP, light D/s, watersports, rough sex, dirty talk, wetting)

😂 The Chili Accident - Jungkook and Hoseok get a rare day off and know exactly what to do with it. Unfortunately for Jungkook, Hoseok was in a hurry. (Fluff, Slice of Life, Humor, Enemas, Pain (not the sexy kind), Food (again not the way you think), Crackfic)

Hoseok x Reader 

🍭 Neighbor Troubles (GN Reader) - Your cat was an escape artist; your neighbor was a devil. What could go wrong? (Fluff)

Hyungline Members Only

💔forever rain (Hoseok x Namjoon x Yoongi) - Namjoon made a big mistake six months ago and has been hiding from the confrontation he knew would result. The rain can’t hide him forever. (angst, fluff, misunderstandings, getting together, infidelity (sort of)) 

🍭 Lost & Found (Hoseok x Namjoon x Seokjin) - Hoseok and Namjoon get caught in a flash flood while hiking. A mysterious man saves them, claiming to be a supernatural creature. He’s crazy, right? (no sex, first kiss, faerie AU, suggestive themes)

Hyung + Maknae Members 

💔 Missing (Hoseok x Kibum x Taehyung) - After a fight, Taehyung refuses to answer one of his boyfriend’s calls. But this one involves their other boyfriend, and might just change their whole world. (Domestic AU, alcohol)

Hoseok x Seokjin x Maknae

🔥 Best Pawwsible Day (Hoseok x Seokjin x Taehyung) - Taehyung and Seokjin decide to surprise their boyfriend after a long day at the studio. (PWP, D/s, puppy play, dirty talk, collars)

🔥 Sensitive (Hoseok x Seokjin x Taehyung) - Jin has a sensitive neck. His boyfriends can’t help but tease. (pwp, dirty talk, frottage, dry humping, grinding, hickeys, teasing, no penetrative sex, handjobs) 

Hoseok x Yoongi x Maknae

🔥 Heaven in Your Arms (Hoseok x Jimin x Yoongi) - Jimin’s always had a crush on Hoseok and Yoongi. They’ll never notice. Until they do. (pwp, getting together)

Hoseok x Maknae x Maknae

🔥 Properly Chastised (Hoseok x Jimin x Taehyung) - Taehyung realizes that he really likes to be spanked. No way can his boyfriends find out. They would most definitely use it against him. (pwp, dirty talk, spanking, light D/s, comeplay, rough sex)

4 Members

🔥 Trying New Things (Hoseok x Jungkook x Namjoon x Yoongi) - Jungkook loves trying new things. He also loves being tested. So his boyfriends find a great way to do both at the same time. (pwp, blindfolds, light bondage, toys, double penetration, triple penetration, rough sex, overstimulation)

🔥 Found Each Other (Hoseok x Namjoon x Taehyung x Yoongi)- Taehyung is feeling a little needy. His boyfriends know just what to do. (PWP, dirty talk, group sex, toys)

🔥 Best of Me (Hoseok x Jungkook x Seokjin x Yoongi) - The rap line has been working hard on their first American collaboration. Unfortunately, their hard work has caused their boyfriends to feel a little neglected. (webcam/video chat sex, dirty talk)

🔥 Gotta Go (Hoseok x Jimin x Jungkook x Yoongi) - Jimin has never had to go so bad in his life. Unfortunately his boyfriends have other plans. (pwp, dirty talk, no sex, desperation, Omorashi, watersports, light D/s dynamics, voyeurism)

🔥 Lazy Dog Mornings (Hoseok x Jimin x Jungkook x Taehyung) - Taehyung brings Jimin to spend a lazy Saturday with Hoseok and Jungkook for a puppy play date. (PWP, puppy play, dirty talk, rough sex, knotting cock rings, discussion of breeding, D/s relationship)

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