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berryhobii · 9 months

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7 Different Sheets (BTS OT7 x Reader)

Pairing: NonIdol!BTS x black!female reader

Word Count: 3,897

Warnings: Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), multiple partners, unprotected s*x(please be safe and speak with your partners before doing this), public s*x, spanking, oral(m and f receiving), doggy style, missionary, riding, mentions of a mating press, reader does a split on someone’s 🍆🫣, intimate s*x, car s*x, múltiple orgasms(m and f receiving), mentions of STD testing, mentions of being arrested, weed smoking(reader is alluded to have smoked but it’s not explicitly mentioned), overstimulation, praise, degradation, choking, gagging, panty in mouth stuffing, restraints(wrists), mentions of a break up, i also might have gotten the tiniest bit carried away with Namjoon’s part hehe, he definitely has me in a chokehold

A/N: Hi there! I’m here with my take on Seven by Jungkook ft Latto! I’m pretty sure someone requested something like this but now I can’t find the ask so hopefully they see this! I decided to include all of the boys in this. I absolutely love Latto and her verse in the song was just so good! And how could I not write gratuitous fuck buddy smut? I’m always open to criticism and please feel free to tell me what you think. Thanks so much. Stay safe💜

You had 7 fuck buddies.

Each of them were entirely different. Different jobs, different styles, different ways they liked to fuck you.

Just how did you fit all of them into your schedule?

Mondays were for Jimin.

You met him while out shopping with your friends. He worked at a luxury jewelry store. While your friends were busy staring at different charm bracelets, your eyes were focused on the rings on his hands—the way he twisted them whenever he was waiting for a customer to make a decision, how they glimmered under the bright lights, and especially how they’d look wrapped around your throat. Would they leave marks? Would he finger you with them on? Would your ass sting whenever he laid a harsh smack on it? So many thoughts yet so little answers.

“Does that feel good, my pretty slut?”

No words were in your head, your mouth stuffed with the panties he had ripped off of you. All you could get out were muffled moans and muffled calls of his name. Salvia soaked the material as much as your arousal did when you walked in his job, the fabric heavy on your tongue and slightly choking you which gave you a rush.

A sharp slap landed on your ass, his rings adding a pleasurable burn that made your juicy walls hug him impossibly tighter.

“Fuck.” He groaned out, eyes never leaving how your ass clapped back on him, cock coated in your creamy release. Sweat dripped down your back making your dark skin look like the most decadent chocolate, glistening like the gems displayed in the case below you. But not even those could compare to you when you were bent over like this.

Your hand slammed down on the display case, the sturdy counter shaking under the force.

Your walls spasmed around him, signaling your 5th orgasm since you came to visit him on his break.

His hand that wasn’t holding your hip moved to wrap around your throat, hauling your body up until you were arched. You felt unstable on your feet but Jimin was your rock, holding you up before your knees could give out of you.

He applied medium pressure to your throat, just barely pressing into your windpipe, stealing some of your already sparse oxygen from you. You felt dizzy like you were on a rollercoaster but one that never went down. Only up. And it was climbing and climbing until….

“This neck would look so pretty with a new necklace on it. Don’t you agree?” That low tone was enough to hurdle you right off the edge, eyes rolling back as you shook like a leaf in his hold.

And yes, your neck did look pretty in a new necklace.

Tuesdays were for Seokjin.

You met him at a wedding. Your “date” had gotten a little too friendly with the open bar which immediately turned you off. Not that you were that turned on to begin with. The man was nothing to write home about. Just someone who happened to approach you in a coffee shop.

After successfully detaching yourself from him, you were getting ready to leave before you caught the eye of Seokjin. He was tall and broad with a face you’d love to sit on. Respectfully, of course.

Conversation flowed easily between you two. He was a proper gentleman with a goofy laugh that made you smile. He was definitely the type of person your parents would love for you to bring home. Polite and respectful and not bad on the eyes either.

But that gentleman act went out of the window when he got you in his bed.

“Jin! I can’t take it!” You screamed, yanking at the restraints on your wrists that were keeping you stationary. You were surprised you hadn’t broken his headboard from how hard you were jerking. His neighbors were probably tired of the slamming against the wall by now, their own calls for you two to pipe down died down a while ago. Let them call the police. You’d be damned if they put you in cuffs before you got Seokjin’s cock inside of you.

He was nestled between your legs, holding your thighs back to have more access to your cunt. His tongue never stopped its assault on your clit, abusing the bud until your entire body was shaking. Your legs would jerk to try and close with every lick but one firm look from him quickly put you in your place.

His plush lips were soaked with your juices, dark eyes staring at you as if you had just personified from his dreams. You might as well have.

“Your pussy tastes so fucking good. I could eat it all day.” It sure felt like he has been. Your pussy felt both numb and electric at the same time. Sensitivity wanted to push him away but a desperate part of you was pushing you towards another orgasm. “You’ll be a good girl and give me another one, won’t you? You’re always my good girl.”

Fuck yes you were. Fat tears rolled down your face when he dove back in, sucking your clit in between his lips, his tongue flicking over it faster than before. Back arching, you screamed bloody murder as the strongest orgasm of the night engulfed your body.

Placing one more kiss on your throbbing bud, Seokjin backed up to let you breathe, stroking your thighs and whispering sweet nothings to you as you came down. Body still tingling from your release, you could barely blink through your blurry vision before you felt a shift on the bed.

A hand nestled in your sweaty hair, silk press gone to waste. You blinked through your tears, looking up to find Seokjin hovering over you, his knees on either side of your shoulders. His cock stiff and right in your face, the tip leaking precum.

He smirked down at you.

“Open wide, darling.”

Wednesdays were dedicated to Hoseok.

Honestly, you met Hoseok on a dating app. He was meant to be a quick one night stand since you were growing tired of your vibrator. After scrolling through a bunch of profiles and responding to a few messages, you came across him. He was a paralegal but apparently, he taught dance classes on the weekends which told you he definitely knew how to move. His photos were a sharp contrast to his job; bright and with him always smiling. He even had a picture of his dog on there which made you smile.

He was cute though and perhaps he’d be a fun night.

The pillow did barely anything to cover your screams, not when there was so much happening at once. You tossed it to the side, allowing your eyes to adjust to the glorious sight above you.

Hoseok’s head was tossed back in ecstasy, lip pulled between his teeth as he needlessly tried to keep quiet. You wanted to hear those noises, the way he cursed whenever you purposefully clenched around him.

“Hmpf, shit.” Just like that.

The pulses of the vibrator in your hand was making your arm numb but it was sending the most delicious vibes through your clit so whatever.

“Hobi…..”You called making him finally open his eyes and tilt his head forward to look down at you. You could have cum right there from how sexy he looked—sweat soaked hair sticking to his forehead, his chest littered in love bites you had obsessively sucked into his skin, and of course, the thin silver chain around his throat that bounced with every thrust. Take the wheel, Carrie Underwood.

He leaned forward, both of his hands moving from your thighs to place next to your head. His hips never faltered, keeping their languid pace rolling into you.

“Yes? What is it?”

“I…..I….can I cum?” Everything was moving so slowly. He had put the vibrator on its lowest setting so it wasn’t doing much for you and with this slow pace, he was prolonging your orgasm further than you wanted it to be. That was the thing about Hoseok. He liked it slow and intimate, going for hours until he brought both of you over the edge.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his chain tickling your nose.

“Not yet, my flower. Hold it a little longer for me.”

A particularly deep roll of his hips caused him to stroke slowly past your sweet spot, pulling a whimper from you.

Your bottom lip quivered, eyes tearing up from your waning orgasm. It kept building and falling but it wasn’t enough to push you over. And with everything that happened today, you think this is exactly what you needed.

A gentle touch.

“But….”

He shushed you with a peck to your lips. “Just relax. I’ll take care of you.”

Thursday’s were for Namjoon.

You met him at the gym. Don’t get it twisted. You weren’t really there to work out. Those few squats you did every couple of months were enough. That wasn’t the reason you had signed up for a membership.

It was because of the buff and drop dead sexy man that you often saw lifting weights. What exactly was the point of that tank top? Modesty? It looked like it was only soaking up the sweat that dripped down his honey kissed skin but it was failing at that too. Your tongue could do a better job. You’d lick every inch of that man for free and cook him a meal afterwards.

The steam of the shower was making it hard to breathe but Namjoon’s cock was making it even harder. When people told you to breathe through your nose, they factored out the cock being an absolute monster. You thought your jaw was gonna snap off.

Your nails dug into his yummy thighs, feeling the muscles tightened with every push of his cock into your warm and inviting mouth. You were definitely riding these things once you got back to his place.

“Damn, relax your throat, love.”

You happily followed his instructions, swallowing before exhaling through your nose. That allowed him to slide all the way home, your nose tickling the trimmed hairs at the base of his cock. Your eyes watered from the welcomed intrusion.

“Look at me.” He commanded from above you, the low tone of his voice making your pussy clench. Damn. Being a housewife sounded incredibly good right now. Patriarchy be praised.

Your eyelashes fluttered, looking at him and the sight was absolutely glorious. If he didn’t fuck you right now, you’d probably implode.

He must have seen that through your gaze because a dopey smile stretched across his face, adorable dimples indenting his cheeks.

Pulling out of your throat, you coughed and sputtered, swallowing a few times to soothe your sore throat. You barely had time to really cover before he was grabbing your arm and hauling you up. Legs draped over his buff arms, your arms scrambled to wrap around his shoulders. Now this position was the reason why bitches pull up to your mother’s house looking for you. You could feel the head of his cock sliding against your sopping cunt, your walls clenching in delight of finally getting what you want.

“Ready, baby?” He whispered in your ear before sucking on your lobe.

And no, you didn’t renew your gym membership.

Fridays were for Taehyung.

Funny enough, you met Taehyung while he was sneaking out of your apartment building. He was leaving a one night stand’s place and bumped into you while you were on your way inside. Of course, you could smell sex a mile away and the walk of shame was heavy on his shoulders. He actually tried hitting on you when he saw you, his eyes never leaving your cleavage.

You thought he was incredibly handsome though—a pretty boy type which you definitely liked. So you stopped him, told him to come back to you with a clean STD test and then you’d talk.

Taehyung had to will himself not to cum when you did a full split on his cock. Your hands kept your leverage on his knees, your head lolled forward from how his long cock was kissing your cervix each time, your legs stretched all the way out to give him the best view of his life.

He’s already cum twice, third orgasm almost painful but he just couldn’t stop. He didn’t want you to stop either(as if you could). You’ve been horny all day and you were going to get your fill of his cock. He knew you needed morning sex to get through the day yet he decided to go in for a shift at work, leaving you sad and desperate. The moment he walked in the door, you grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pushing him on the rug in your living room. You didn’t even prep yourself and he was hard while driving to your place anyway so foreplay was unnecessary today. Maybe you’d ride his face later and you’d use that headband he was wearing as reigns.

Until then, you were going to ride his dick until he gave out. Or until you got tired, whichever came first.

“I’m gonna cum again. Slow down. Please.” He whimpered, eyes stinging with unshed tears.

You whipped your hair behind you, the tips of your braids resting on his stomach. “Hmmm, give it to me, Tae. Fill me up again.” You leaned forward, bringing your hips all the way up to his tip before slamming back down. His cock was creamy with both of your releases, a wet smack sounding everytime you came down.

If this was how he died, put it on his tombstone.

“Oh shiiiiiiii….”His head thumped back against the floor, toes curling as you forced another orgasm out of him, the pulsing of his cock triggering your own.

You barely gave him time to calm down before you started your pace again.

He’d pick up another shift next Friday.

Saturdays were for Yoongi.

It was actually your favorite day of the week when you got to see the weed dealer. Not really because he let you smoke for free but because high sex was just another level. You met him when you were out one night. He catcalled you from his car and before you could even give whoever it was a piece of your mind, your voice got caught in your throat.

Your first thought was: man bun. Long hair in a man bun. Sexy ass drug dealer in a BMW with long hair in a man bun. Your parents always told you not to do drugs but how could you heed those warnings when temptation was served to you on a silver platter like that?

You gripped the headrest of the backseat, your breasts currently under attack by Yoongi’s expert tongue. The same tongue that had just ate you out like a champion a few minutes ago.

He pulled off your breast with a pop, delivering a smack to your ass with the hand that wasn’t holding his blunt. “Faster. I didn’t tell you to slow down.” His cat like eyes were hooded and glazed over from both the weed and the feeling of your tight walls hugging his cock. For a second, he didn’t even think he was high on weed—he was high on you. You were like an addiction; savory and hard to avoid, you were like a forbidden fruit. One he’d sink his teeth into everytime.

He brought his blunt back to his lips, inhaling a deep pull, holding the smoke in before blowing it back into your face. Just that action had you cumming on his cock, the feeling vibrating all the way to your toes. When he felt a splash against his pelvis, he dropped his head to look down at where you were connected. You were still bouncing on his cock, prolonging your orgasm and with each bounce, a small spray of liquid squirted from you.

He tossed his own head back, making sure to put his blunt in the ashtray on the door to prevent any burns to his upholstery before grabbing both of your ass cheeks in his hands and beginning to piston up into your spasming cunt.

“Bout to fill this pussy up. You want it?” He grunted against your collarbone, sinking his teeth into the skin there.

He had knocked all of your words loose so all you could manage was a frantic nod of your head and a drawn out, “yessssss yessssss pleaseeeeee”.

“This pussy is so fucking good.” He landed a slap on your ass, the sting sending shocks of pleasure up your back as another orgasm crashed into you.

You were so absorbed that you didn’t even hear the police sirens as they pulled up next to you.

Wow. You thought you were just imagining the car rocking. Guess not.

The end of the week meant only one thing.

You had deep cleaned your apartment, moving slowly since your body still ached a little from sleeping on that bench at the station. Good thing Yoongi had connections that could bail both of you out. Still, you’d probably risk it again if it meant getting fucked like that.

You had just lit a candle and you were about to sit down to have a glass of wine but you were interrupted by the sound of your doorbell ringing.

“Ughhhhhh.” You groaned, placing your wine glass on a coaster before hauling yourself up less than gracefully and shuffling to the door. You didn’t even look at the screen on your intercom, just opening it and immediately trying to close it back after seeing who was on the other side.

A foot jammed itself between the door, stopping you from shutting it completely.

“Baby, come on. I said I’m sorry.”

“Screw you, Jeon! I told you I don’t want to see you again.”

He managed to push the door enough to slip his upper body through. The sight of his face sent a weird rush through you but you didn’t know if it was good or bad. You didn’t like it.

His doe eyes pleaded at you. “Please talk to me. I can’t stand not being with you anymore. Please please. I’m sorry.” He sounded so genuine that it made you break, heartstrings effectively tugged on and strummed by the only man you truly loved.

You shouldn’t let him in. You really shouldn’t.

“Oh. My. God. J-Jungkook!”

His hand whizzed through the air, landing a hard smack on your bruised ass that has taken a lot of punishment tonight.

“Shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear a word from you, you little whore.” He spit into your ear, hand coming up to cover your mouth while the other one held your hip to keep you in place as he delivered the deadliest back shots.

Your entire body was lit up in pain and pleasure, both mixing together in a beautiful cacophony that had you ready to propose to him.

Your moans were muffled by his large hand, his grip forcing your head back at an uncomfortable angle but he could give less of a damn about your comfort.

“How dare you let someone else fuck what’s mine?” He uncovered your mouth to slap your ass again in a tender spot causing you to jump, a high pitched scream coming from you as he pushed you into another orgasm. You had lost count a while ago, brain not keeping up with your body. Everything just felt endless.

You didn’t want him to know you were fucking other people. It wasn’t any of his business. You weren’t together anymore but am accidental slip up revealed what happened yesterday and in seconds, you were bent over the arm of your couch with Jungkook behind you.

“Count.”

He had made it to 21 before your knees were buckling, your eyes and mouth begging him to fuck you. To put you in your place and make you remember exactly who you belonged to.

He gripped at your hair, yanking your head back and making your body arch even more. Only your fingertips touched the bed below you, knees spread wide as you began throwing yourself back on his thick cock.

“I expect an answer when I ask you something, slut.” Contradictory since he told you to shut up earlier but logic was not necessary here. You were just a pliant little doll in service to the hunk of a man that was abusing your walls so good that your pussy should file a restraining order.

“N-no….I’m…ah! Fuck! S-sorry…..oh shit, I’m cumming!”

“That’s right. You come on my cock and my cock only. Do you fucking understand me?” He could feel his own orgasm building. He’s been holding back, a hard task with a pussy like yours but he managed. Denying all of your orgasms earlier made it easy enough for him. Then again, he did almost blow his load earlier when you put both of your feet behind your ears and held out your tongue for him to spit in your mouth.

He was an idiot for letting you go.

“I said, Do.” Smack! “You.” Smack. “Understand.” Smack. “Me?”

“YES!!! Oh shit!” Your walls clenched around him so tightly that it forced him out of your cunt, a long spray of liquid soaking the bedsheets beneath you. He brought his hand between your legs to rub furiously at your clit, splashing your juices everywhere. You’d definitely be upset later about your freshly washed sheets but he’d cross that bridge when he got there.

Your body jerked around as pure bliss and pleasure coursed through your veins, legs squirming all around as you both tried to chase and run away from Jungkook’s assault on your clit. He held your hip firmly, trying to keep you still while you rode out the waves of your orgasm.

When overstimulation began to get too painful, you turned over onto your side, pushing his hand away with your own. You twitched in the aftershocks, covering your cunt with your hands. Even the cool air was too much against your abused pussy. You’d probably have to take a break for the week just to recuperate.

When the haze began to clear a little, you slowly turned your head, peeking through your braids that covered your face to peek at Jungkook. Only to find him missing. You didn’t even hear him get out of the bed. Where did he go?

You waited a few moments, trying to catch your breath before Jungkook entered the room with a bottle of water. He was still fully naked, cock hard and angry looking, shiny with your juices.

He came over to the bed, placing a knee beside you to lean over your twitching body.

“Here. Drink some water. You need to be hydrated before I make you squirt again like that.”

Your eyes almost popped out of your head. Again? Was he trying to kill you?

“W-again?”

His lips quirked up into his signature grin, nose scrunching cutely and it made you want to punch him in it and then kiss it better.

“You think that was it? We’re just getting started. This will teach you not to give out what’s mine.”

It didn’t teach you anything though. You’d have to learn your lesson again next week.

And he’d teach you faithfully every Sunday.

#bts #bts smut #bts fic #bts imagines #bts x black reader #jimin smut #jungkook smut #namjoon smut #hoseok smut #seokjin smut #yoongi smut #taehyung smut

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not-goldy · 4 months

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he looks tired of jimin already they're going to get sick of eachother💀

Oh hater in 4K. smile for the camera

The guy who sneaks into JMs room at 1am to lie on the bed and do nothing for 4 hours after 12 years of being being together with Jimin and chose to enter a buddy program with him for another 1.5 years will get sick and tired of Jimin??????????????????

I THINK THE FUCK NOT.

Looks to me JM needs a restraining order and even that won't keep Jungkook away from him. He has that man in a chokehold wrapped around his finger dickmatized.

MUST BE LOVE ON HIS BRAINS INFESTING EVERY CELL CHIPPING AWAY AT HIS SELF CONTROL COS HE CAN'T SEEM TO GET ENOUGH

After 1.5 years watch them come back as a boyband touring together practicing together sharing rooms together

LOVE IS SO SWEET 😋

JIKOOK ALL THE WAY IN LOVE

GO JIKOOK GO JIKOOK GO JIKOOK

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minisugakoobies · 1 year

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Let's continue practicing this angst muscle of yours:

Stealing your wicked stepmother's booty call

As for member? I have my obvious preference but I'll let you choose

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: smut, maybe a smidge of angst?, Pool Boy!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, reader is plotting against her stepmom, infidelity (not involving reader), mistaken identities, cherry-haired Jimin, implied smut, Jimin's nickname is pretty self-explanatory 💦🍆🥴

Word Count: 1.5K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: You're tired of watching your evil stepmom waste your father's money. So you steal one of her toys.

A/N: Luce, I'm sorry this took so long! 💜 I hope you like what I dreamt up here. I still have a few more requests waiting for inspiration - y'all are so patient, I can't thank you enough 💕

"YN, darling, pass me the suntan lotion, will you?"

Your lips instinctively curl themselves into a sneer as the sound of your stepmom's voice cuts into your poolside slumber. Opening your eyes beneath your oversized sunglasses, you tilt your head to find her lying in the chair next to you, hand extended expectantly.

You watch as she slowly applies the thick cream to her smooth skin, noting that you're not her only audience. Her movements have drawn the attention of the young man skimming the corner of the pool. His fingers tighten around the thin pole in his hands, eyes focused firmly on your stepmom's statuesque legs.

Interesting. Although Jimin was one of your classmates at university, you only knew him from his weekly visits to your father's house to clean the Olympic-sized pool where you were currently spending your summer break melding with the lounge chair. He never said more than the occasional hello and goodbye, was always polite and quiet. You thought he was incredibly cute, with his cherry red hair and gorgeous smile, but he kept to himself so you kept your distance.

So you're more than a little surprised to see such a hungry expression in his eyes as you observe him staring at your stepmom. Then he catches you looking, and quickly turns away.

You suppose you can't entirely blame him. Your stepmom is only a few years older than you and absolutely stunning. She's also a horrible, manipulative bitch who managed to sink her 30 mm stiletto fingernails directly into your father's heart and bank account.

For three years now, you've watched this woman slowly drain your inheritance away. Your father turns a blind eye to her exorbitant spending, probably because she's using her cunning wiles to keep a tight chokehold grip on his wallet. Among other things.

Your nap effectively ruined, you head into the house to grab a drink. There's a designer purse sitting on the kitchen island, your stepmom's latest purchase, and a brief rush of spite washes over you. Impetuously, you knock it over, spilling its contents all over the countertop. It's a very childish thing to do, but any chance you get to annoy the obnoxious gold digger, you take eagerly.

You wish there were something else you could do to show her just how much you hate her. Something more effective than simply knocking her things about. Like taking away one of her expensive toys. But it'd have to be something that wouldn't get you in trouble with your father. As much as you question his choices, you still love him dearly, and don't want to risk your relationship in the name of petty satisfaction.

There are some fresh cherries in the fridge, so you plop down on one of the couches in the open-concept living room to have a snack. It's not long before Jimin passes right by your perch as he heads home for the day. He doesn't seem to notice you, but it's easy to miss someone in this gigantic house if they're quiet. You just blend into the background.

He has his phone in hand and as he approaches the front door, his steps slow while his fingers fly over the screen. Then he finishes whatever he was doing and slips the phone back into his pocket before letting himself out.

From the messy pile on the kitchen island, your stepmom's phone buzzes.

You only pause for the smallest fraction of a second before leaping up to look at the phone. The screen is already dark, but you know your stepmom's code - her precious toy poodle's birthday - so you tap it in, and read the text messages waiting there:

You gotta stop teasing me when I'm working. I wanna rub you down like that

Can I come over later?

I need you tonight

There's just a nickname attached to the phone number, with a string of emojis - Super Soaker 💦🍆🥴 - but you're sure you know who is on the other end. And it's definitely not your father.

Your stepmom floats into the house. She spots your half-eaten bowl of cherries on the living room table. "YN, darling, please don't leave food just lying around like this! That's how you gets ants." She sighs heavily, as if her cushy life of doing nothing all day is exhausting. "I'm not your maid, you know? Or your mother."

"Believe me, I know," you mutter under your breath before nodding. "Okay."

"Thank you, darling. Oh, and before I forget, your father and I have plans with the Mins tonight, so we will be out very late! You'll be on your own for dinner."

"Okay," you repeat. "I'll just order something."

The look she gives you makes you grit your teeth. "Your father isn't made of money, YN." Unbelievable. How can she utter such phrases without a trace of irony? "I'm sure you can find something here to make for yourself for dinner. But please, try to keep the place clean! I don't want to come home to a messy house." And with a dismissive wave of her hand, she disappears towards the master bedroom.

That cheating brat. You want to take away her toys.

Your fingertips dance over her phone.

Be here at 8. I'll leave the door unlocked.

The response is immediate:

Can't wait, baby

You hear your stepmom's footsteps returning and quickly delete the messages before locking the phone and vanishing towards your room.

At eight, you resume your spot on the couch. Only you've traded your swimsuit for a satin robe, wrapped tightly around your body as you wait.

You don't have to wait long. The front door opens and a moment later, Jimin appears. When he sees you, he freezes, eyes widening under raised brows. No poker face.

"Hey… YN," he speaks slowly. You can practically see the gears turning in his head as he tries to figure out what to say.

"Hi Jimin," you reply lightly. "I didn't hear you knock."

"Oh, uh, the door was open so I just… walked in…" he pauses, "I think I left my earbuds here so I came to… check."

"Jimin." You smile sweetly. Luring him in with honey. "It's ok. I know."

He feigns confusion. "You know what?"

You motion for him to join you on the couch. Jimin crosses the room carefully, like a wild animal waiting for a trap to spring. He sits next to you, running his palms over his tight jeans, wiping away the sweat. His tanned skin seems to glow against the white of his tank top, and as he fidgets, his biceps flex gently.

"Be here at 8. I'll leave the door unlocked," you say as an answer to his question.

His eyebrows rise again. "That was you?" He huffs out a breath. "Fuck."

"That was me. Listen - "

"Please don't tell your father!" Jimin interjects, panic twisting his features. "I - I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have… but she said… I mean… I really need this job! And if he - "

"Honestly, if my dad finds out…" you wind the silky belt of your robe around your fingers, shrugging. "I think the job will be the least of your worries."

Jimin looks like he might get sick all over your stepmom's pricey couch. "Oh god. What do I do?" He pauses as the reality of the situation sinks in. Then his eyes narrow as he tips his head towards you, considering. "You… if you wanted me to know that you know, you could've just told me. Why did you send me that message, pretending to be her?"

You smirk, shifting to curl your legs beneath you. Jimin's eyes travel over your frame as you move, drinking in the flimsy material that hugs your curves while leaving large swaths of your skin bare. He swallows audibly, and your smirk deepens.

"Why do you think, Jimin? I want something."

He frowns. "Look, I don't have a lot of money, but I can pay - "

"Keep your money." You gesture around you. "I don't need it."

He meets your gaze again, with darkened eyes. "Then what do you want, YN?"

A wave of heat rolls through you. The hunger you'd seen earlier is back in his expression. Again you shift, shuffling closer to him until your knees brush his thigh, the thick muscle twitching at the contact.

"I want you to stop seeing her. Stop answering her texts, stop meeting up with her. End it completely, or I tell my father." You smile, running your fingers over his forearm. "He'll believe me. I never lie to him."

Jimin stares at your hand for a moment before placing his own on top. His touch is so warm. "And is that… everything you want?" His eyes flicker to yours.

You bite your lip. "Do you know what she calls you? In her phone?"

Jimin laughs, glancing away. "Yeah. Super soaker." He rubs the back of his neck.

"Mmmhmm." You pull your hand away. Rising up on your knees, you let your robe fall open, revealing the lacy black bra and panties you're wearing beneath.

Jimin lets out a tiny exhale. "Shit."

"I want to know where that name comes from," you declare, robe slipping off your shoulders. "Will you show me?"

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Sorry if you talked about it before and i didn’t see, but what were your thoughts on the taemin episode last week?

I loved the 93 bond start to develop, and the way taemin and jimin talked about each other was really sweet. We haven’t gotten to see much of their friendship on camera. I love how taemin talked about similarities between him and jm (especially the word ‘genderless’). I personally think taemin is (probably) queer just like i think yoongi and jimin are, and it was really lovely the way the three of them connected - they’re some of the only people who are in their specific situations so they can relate to each other.

The way they compared it to a blind date with jimin as matchmaker made me laugh xD

Lmao you said last week and I'm just now getting to this over a month later.... If this doesn't highlight how bad I've been about my asks. I still have some I need to answer back from Seven promos!! I'm so sorry y'all.

It's been a while since Ive seen it (over a month lmao) but I remember loving it. Because I love everything Yoongi does. That man has got me in a chokehold and I'm happy to be there! And Jimin was there too so like, amazing all around. The things that I remember so therefore stood out to me from the 3 of them were how adorable it was in the way they both clearly love Jimin. They are so "let hyung love on you" with him. Lol

Jimin calling Taemin Hyungie which was adorable.

Yoongi having an impossible time trying to wrap his head around them being the same age but Taemin being his groups maknae lmfao Yoongi is so hyung coded at this point. He can't even pretend to relate to that part of their separate idol experiences. 😂😂

Yoongi making Jimin turn around so he could interview Taemin because both of them kept turning to look at Jimin instead of focusing on each other lol

Jimin saying idk if y'all will be friends but I'll support this friendship 😂😂😂

I just enjoy seeing them interact with each other and with people outside BTS. Like it makes me happy. Idk why, it just does. I don't have too many opinions on Taemin personally. Don't know anything about him too much really outside of the little Jimin himself has shared.... But it seemed like they had a lot of fun and I enjoy seeing my boys smile!

Yoongi and Jimin CLEARLY trying to behave but somehow still being unable to help teasing each other lmao

Yoongi and Jimin calling the members family and saying how they both can't wait until 2025 To be reunited all together again 🥰🥰😭😭🥰🥰

Thanks for asking! And for being so patient with me and how inactive I've been and my poor inbox!!

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Vipers And Dragons

PART ONE

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Chapter I

The titanium doors hissed open, revealing a scene bathed in the cold, blue glow of a cityscape at night. Park Jimin, a devil sculpted from moonlight and shadows, sat behind his obsidian desk, a smirk playing on his lips. He knew the effect his penthouse office had on rivals, the sheer height offering a metaphorical chokehold on the city, and on them.

Y/n, head of the Viper Syndicate, strode in, her every step an accusation. Tonight's truce was a bitter pill to swallow, even if the mission at stake was the biggest arms deal the underworld had seen in decades.

"You wanted to see me, Park," she said, her voice as sharp as the stiletto glinting on her hip. There was no greeting, no pretense of civility. It was a declaration, a reminder that their animosity was a living thing, a predator coiled and ready to strike.

Jimin leaned back in his chair, the city lights seeming to dance behind him, a stark contrast to the steely glint in his eyes. "Ah, Y/n. Ever the picture of grace." His amusement grated on her. "Let's not waste time with pleasantries we both despise. The intel's clear. The Falcones are making their move on the shipment."

"And you think I wouldn't know that?" Her voice was a low growl, the defiance a second skin. "We both have moles in their nest."

"True," Jimin conceded, his smile turning predatory, the amusement replaced by a calculating glint. "But only one of us has access to this." He tapped a tablet screen, a holographic map of a sprawling industrial complex shimmering into existence.

Y/n eyed the map, her annoyance warring with a grudging respect. Jimin was a viper in his own right, ruthless and cunning. They were two sides of the same obsidian coin, forever locked in a dance of power. Yet, the thought of him having intel she didn't, a one-up in their twisted game, sent a jolt of competitive fire through her.

"So," she finally said, the word a concession forced from her throat, "what's your proposition, Jimin? A temporary ceasefire while we steal the toys?"

The corner of Jimin's lip lifted. "Precisely. Think of it as a business arrangement. We each take what we came for, then go back to our lovely little war."

The air crackled with unspoken tension. Working with Jimin was a dangerous gamble, a tango on a knife's edge. He was the wolf she knew she shouldn't trust, yet the promise of crippling the Falcones was too tempting to resist. It was a strategic alliance born of necessity, a fragile truce that could shatter at the slightest provocation.

Y/n met his gaze, her eyes a storm brewing in a sea of moonlight. "Fine," she spat, the word a concession laced with a bitter aftertaste. "But make no mistake, Park. This truce ends the second the dust settles."

Jimin's smile widened, an echo of the city lights behind him. "Wouldn't have it any other way, Viper."

A spark ignited in the air between them, a volatile mix of hatred and something far more dangerous - a grudging respect, a flicker of something that defied the animosity that bound them. This mission was a gamble in more ways than one, and as Y/n turned to leave, the weight of Jimin's gaze followed her, a promise of a storm to come, both on the battlefield and perhaps, just perhaps, within the dark chambers of their hearts.

The door hissed shut behind her, leaving Jimin alone in the opulent office. He swiveled in his chair, the city lights blurring into a kaleidoscope of colors. A smile, both predatory and strangely intrigued, curved his lips. This heist wouldn't just be about crippling the Falcones; it would be a game of dominance played out against a backdrop of bullets and betrayal. And Y/n, his rival, his reluctant ally, was about to become a very interesting pawn.

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nightswithkookmin · 1 year

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I LOVE DEALING WITH A RICH 🥷🏾🥷

This photo has me in a chokehold Jimin😭😭😭😭

Tell me this is not giving rich 🥷🏾🥷 vibes😩

That song was made for Jimin and I just had to😭

We gone trick but he gone trick BIGGER whew

Heads up I'm gonna be obsessed for a while🥵

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Blinding Lights Chapter Six

Hey guys, welcome back! Chapter Six is finally done. Sorry about the impromptu break. I wasn’t sure who I wanted to continue yet. I had a small amount of writer’s block. This wasn’t what I pictured initially but I think it’ll work. I hope you guys like it! Send me any asks or questions you have! I try to respond to those when I can!

Warnings: Fighting, Threats, Allusions to sexual assault, Kidnapping.

Word Count: 3,322

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It started as a normal day, the day that the peaceful bubble around us came crashing down. It had been weeks since I had come to live with the boys, weeks since they had rescued me from that hell hole. Days of working out with Jungkook and practicing self-defense, days of painting with Taehyung, cuddling with Jimin, talking about books and gardening with Namjoon, napping with Yoongi, shopping with Hoseok, making dinner with Jin and helping him relax after hectic days at work. They had even set me up with an online therapist, to deal with some of the trauma. Peaceful days that felt like a pretense to the terror now racing through me.

Breakfast started normal, everyone bickering and getting ready for the days ahead of them. Everyone had the day off, for the first time in a while, and we were planning on a nice day in, movies and take out. Low stress, high affection. It started when we all separated to get ready for the day. At first, I didn’t think much of the crash down stairs. Namjoon has tends to break things and he was the one helping Jin with the dishes. The shouting that followed, however, was not normal. Sure, Jin shouted at Namjoon sometimes, but not like this.

My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. I slip on my tennis shoes, creeping out onto the landing. Smoke fills the room, making everything hazy and hard to see. Someone shut the lights off, maybe the wires were cut, but my feline counterpart allows me good night vision. Sound surrounds me, almost too much to take in at once. This can’t be happening. Not now. I won’t let them hurt my mates. I have to do something. I won’t just sit in one place.

I sneak toward the stairs, my feet noiseless on the carpet. That’s another bright point about being part cat. I see two figures wrestling near the stairs, familiar tiger striped ears glinting at me in the fog. I move without thinking, throwing myself onto the back of the man fighting Taehyung. My arm goes around his neck in a chokehold, like Jungkook taught me. His fingers scrabble at my arms, trying to pry me free, but I refuse to relent. I hold until he stops moving, climbing off of is slumped form.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” My words are hushed and hurried as I crouch by Tae. His hands shake a little but she shakes his head.

“You need to hide. I overheard them talking. They’re after the Omegas. I was looking for Jimin and Jin when he found me,” Taehyung explains in a rush.

“I won’t hide, Tae. I’m going to help. I can’t just sit back anymore,” I say firmly,” You search up here, I’ll search downstairs. If you find Yoongi or Namjoon, let them know. Jungkook or Hoseok would do too.”

He looks like he wants to argue but his shoulders slump a little at the determination in my eyes. He takes my hand and squeezes it, then he’s gone, swallowed by the smoke. I start down the stairs but the sound of someone coming up from downstairs causes me to pause. The stepped on the squeaky stair. Anyone who lives in the house knows to avoid it. I jump over the side railing, landing noiselessly on the floor below. I hide in the shadow of the stairs, listening to the sounds around me. It sounds like there are more people upstairs than down, many feet hurrying around. A familiar chirp, though it sounds panicked, draws my attention. Jin.

I scramble toward the sound, ending up near the sliding glass doors to the patio. An all too familiar man has Jin in his grasp, a growling Namjoon in front of him, his metaphorical hackles raised. The man is the last picture Namjoon had showed me, the man who forcibly marked me.

“I would keep still, if I were you,” The man growls, the hand he has on Jin’s throat tightening imperceptibly,” Wouldn’t want your little Omega to get hurt, would we?”

I can see that it is taking everything in Namjoon to hold back, his Alpha filled with anger at someone else threatening his Omega. I move silently, slinking behind the grand piano. I’m glad it’s closed currently, and silently apologize to Yoongi for what I’m about to do. I grab a heavy glass vase from a nearby cabinet, jumping onto the piano to use it as a landing deck. I dash across its’ surface, jumping and slamming the vase into the back of the man’s head. He crumples, nearly taking Jin down with him. I land in a crouch, watching him for any signs of movement.

“Lets get you somewhere safe, baby, okay?” Namjoon quietly murmurs to Jin. He holds Jin’s shaking form to him tightly,” Are you okay?”

“I’m o-okay,” Jin croaks through his obviously sore throat. Namjoon turns his attention to me.

“The green house should be safe, right? Or the pool house? Taehyung says they’re after the Omegas. That he overheard them talking. I have to find Jimin,” I speak in a flurry, trying to avoid Namjoon’s eyes. I can feel his discontent with that answer.

“If they’re after the Omegas then you need to go and hide with Jin. I will look for Jimin,” Namjoon gives me a pointed look but I shake my head.

“I can’t. You know I can’t. I can’t stand back anymore. I’m going to help,” I finally stand, my hands going to my hips to make a point.

“You can help by keeping Jin safe,” His words are meant to be a compromise but I won’t compromise on this. I shake my head again.

“I won’t let them hurt Jimin. If they do, it’ll be all my fault. I won’t hold back,” Before Namjoon can argue back again, I’m gone. I take off toward the front of the house, looking for my pink haired mate.

Realistically, I know that Jimin can take care of himself, probably better than I can, but I also know that he’s much softer than the rest of the boys. A soft Omega who becomes pliant with praise and cuddles, who can’t hold himself up when he laughs. Who has to cling to people when he’s scared, and likes to have his ears scratched while we watch movies. He’s my softest mate and I won’t let anything happen to him.

For a while, I don’t see anyone. It feels like it’s just me and the dark fog around me. Then, I see a flash of pink from the corner of eye. I follow it, it’s trajectory taking it out of the front door and onto the front lawn. It’s easier to see here, alleviating some of the burning in my eyes. A man is carrying Jimin, who seems to be tied up. He struggles, his whole body shaking with the effort. For a moment, I see red, a bruise already forming on Jimin’s cheek. He drops Jimin on the ground carelessly, like a sack of potatoes. I can see the grunt and wince Jimin gives, even if his mouth is muffled.

Once again, my body moves before I can think. The man hasn’t noticed me, turning to face the front of the house. I hadn’t even noticed that I had moved away from the front door, hiding by the bushes near the front of the house. I move softly, quietly, creeping behind the man and to Jimin. Jimin looks up at me in panic. I pat Jimin’s pocket, finding the pocket knife he keeps for emergencies. The ropes are tough but I manage to get the ones off his wrists. I’m just working on his ankles when a voice causes me to freeze.

“Well, well, well,” The voice is all too familiar and I can feel my anxiety growing. The man that stands before me is my old owner,” I should have known that one cat would lead me to another. My little kitten.”

My mouth tastes like blood. I can feel my chest freezing with anxiety. A hand closes around my own hand and I almost panic, but it’s Jimin. He helps me saw through the last of the rope, pulling me to my feet and backing toward the house. His body covers mine, blocking me from view. Master tuts, his expression sour. He would never allow me to call him anything else.

“Stay away from us,” Jimin growls, his arms caging me in. I press to his back, my whole body shaking. I need to move, to do something. He’s too close to Jimin. I can’t let him hurt Jimin.

“Little cat, you seem determined to stand between what’s mine. Maybe I should take him with us, hmmm, Little Kitten?” He practically purrs, his eyes meeting mine,” I bet you would do even more things for me if I brought you a playmate, huh? And he’s just so pretty.”

He reaches his hand forward, as if to touch Jimin’s cheek, but I smack his hand away. His expression is shocked, and honestly, mine probably is too. My expression is quickly replaced with a glare. He won’t touch what’s mine, won’t hurt what’s mine. Hurting Jimin would hurt everyone else and I can’t let that happen.

“Don’t touch him,” I growl, my words bordering on a hiss.

“Awe, no faith in me? You know I’m always kind to what’s mine, Little Kitten,” Master’s lip curls, his eyes dark.

“Don’t call me that,” I snarl,” That name doesn’t belong to you. And you’re not going to touch him. I won’t let you hurt him.”

Jimin seems surprised by what’s happening, which makes it easier to change our positions, my body now in front, shielding him. He struggles a little, though belatedly, but he doesn’t seem to want to distract me. I can feel my nails lengthening, like claws, my own rage possessing me. Knowing everything that he’s done to me, the idea of him wanting to do that to Jimin, to put Jimin through the same things I went through? That won’t happen. I’ll tear his throat out.

“Little Kitten, you seem to forget who you belong to. Whose brand you wear on your shoulder,” A clicking sound as my blood running cold, and then there’s a gun pointed at my forehead. Jimin stiffens behind me,” Do I need to kill him? To remind you? I’d rather not wound something so pretty. Maybe I should hurt one of the other ones? The Tiger or the Bunny? I could probably make money from the Panther and the Wolf.”

“Please. Please don’t hurt them. Please. If I go with you, will you leave them alone? Please?” I’m pleading, almost begging,” I’ll be a good girl. I won’t try to run.”

“Hmmm,” He taps his chin in contemplation. I can feel Jimin shaking at my back, his fingers curled into the material of my t-shirt,” Sure, I can take you back, Little Kitten. But, I will be taking the Calico too. Male Calicos are so rare. He’d be a good commodity to add to my collection.”

“No, please, please no. Leave him alone,” I feel like screaming, like tearing him limb from limb. His hand closes around my arm, yanking me forward and out of Jimin’s finger tips. I can hear a grunt and the sound of fighting behind me,” Jimin!”

“Let her go,” The voice is dark and almost unrecognizable. I look up, expecting to see someone like Yoongi or Namjoon, but the dark voice belongs to Jungkook. There’s a gun in the Bunny hybrid’s hand, his eyes dark and stormy. Master moves me, my body now a shield for him as his own gun rests against my temple. I can see Jimin from my angle, struggling with the same man from earlier.

“Kookie, please, you have to help Jimin,” Jungkook’s eyes meet me with a surprised look,” I’ll be okay, but you have to help Jimin, please.”

“I won’t let him take you,” Jungkook almost snarls, his knuckles white on the gun.

“I can’t let him hurt Jimin, please,” I can feel tears filling my eyes. Jungkook falters, but a pained sound behind him kicks him into gear. He lowers his gun and run at the man holding Jimin, practically throwing him off. We shuffle backward awkwardly, heading down the driveway toward the estate gates. Once we’re further away, my nails dig into his arm, causing him to flinch.

I sink my teeth into his arm, blood filling my mouth. My hand goes up to twist the gun away from my head, the heel of my foot slamming into his foot. I pull away from him, leveling the gun at him. He freezes. He’s never been much of a physical fighter, relying more on his gun. He doesn’t need to know that I don’t know how to shoot.

“Leave,” I snarl, a fierce glare on my face. He seems shocked, surprised by the look on my face.

“This is the only opportunity you’re going to get, Kitten. I will not be so nice next time,” He backs toward the van I can see just inside the gates.

“If you come here again, I will kill you,” I pull the trigger, the bullet hitting the dirt near him. Then he’s running, climbing into the van and the tires squealing as it drives away. Before it’s out of site, I see a pair of terrified eyes in the back window. A choked sound leaves me. Taehyung. They have Taehyung.

I drop the gun, my feet scrambling in the gravel to run after the van. I’m so stupid. I didn’t think that they would have someone in the van already, that I didn’t stop them. Arms close around me from behind, stopping me before I leave the gates. I scream, fighting against the body holding mine.

“We’ll get them. We’ll bring him home,” Jungkook’s voice is tired and sad in my ear. I slump into him, my whole body shaking with my sobs.

I don’t remember him carrying me back into the house and setting me on the couch. I just remember Jimin’s collapsed form on the floor, his whole body shaking. His best friend, his soulmate, taken. The two have always been close, the separation hitting him harder than anyone else. I don’t know when the interrogation started, when they started to question the ones who were left behind, including the man who forcibly marked me. A numbness has settled in. After a while, I blink, a dark shadow coming across me. I get up and walk to Jungkook, who sits outside of the theater room.

“I want to talk to him,” My voice is void of emotion. Jungkook looks down at me in shock.

“I don’t think-“ He starts but I quickly cut him off.

“I want to talk to him,” I repeat, my voice louder. His eyes meet mine for a moment, before he nods, moving out from in front of the door. I pause before I open it, listening in.

“You should have heard the way she cried after I bit her. The way she begged to die, and screamed,” The man inside boasts, obviously trying to get a rise out of the men inside. I can hear the growls from here. It’s obviously working.

I push the door open, silencing the men inside. I slam the door behind me, marching forward. Yoongi’s hand closes around my shoulder, stopping me. I shake him off, not acknowledging it.

“Baby, you shouldn’t be in here,” Namjoon is the first to speak, seeming to get over his shock first.

“Where is he?” My voice is dark and I can feel a snarl building in my chest,” Where did they take him.”

“Listen, if the panther doesn’t work, you think some pint sized cat will?” The man seems annoyed, even offended. I shove passed Yoongi, getting close to the man’s face.

“The only reason you’re still alive is because of me,” I grab a knife from a nearby table, slamming it into the arm of the chair near his fingers. I can see him flinch, though I miss his fingers and just slam it into the wood,” You think they’re the ones you have to worry about? If you don’t tell me where they took him, it’s me you need to deal with. Me that will hurt you. Me that will end your life.”

It feels weird, giving in to the anger. I’ve never been this angry in my life, yet so in control. I want to kill him, to put an end to his life, but we need him. I can hear Namjoon and Yoongi murmuring behind me, but I can’t focus on their words. My blood rushes in my ears, my hands shaking in rage. This is my fault and I will fix it.

“I’m not scared of you,” He sounds more confident than he’s acting.

“You should be,” My voice is a dark whisper. I lift the knife, tapping it against his chin. His lip quivers a little.

“Look, I don’t know which one they went to,” He starts but I quickly cut him off, the knife leveling with his nose. He swallows.

“Where are his hide outs? Why don’t you start there?” I can see him giving up, the fear becoming evident in his eyes.

“Fuck, fine, I’ll tell you. Just get this crazy bitch away from me,” He finally relents and I back up, dropping the knife on a nearby table. Yoongi hustles me out of the room as Namjoon writes down what the man says. Yoongi takes me to my room, making me sit on the bed and glaring at me.

“What the fuck was that?” His voice borders on a growl.

“He had information, I got it for you,” I shrug, not meeting his eyes. I can feel my anger deflating under his gaze.

“I know you’re worried about Tae. I am too. But you can’t act reckless. Reckless is stupid and it gets you hurt,” His gaze is intense.

“It’s my fault!” I feel like I’m finally exploding, everything bursting out of me,” They should have taken me! I’m the one they wanted! They tried to take Jimin! They did take Taehyung! I didn’t know they had him! I couldn’t do anything!”

“Kitten… It’s not your fault,” His words are soft as his arms wrap around me. My whole body shakes, but I try to push him away. He won’t let me,” You saved Jin. You saved Taehyung once, you saved Jimin twice. You did everything you could.”

“It’s not enough. They’re gonna hurt him. Oh god, what if-“ I choke, realizing all the things that they could do to him, all the things they did to me.

“Hey, hey, hey. Thinking about it will drive you crazy. We need to think about how we can get him back,” His lips whisper across my forehead,” Jimin needs you right now. I don’t think any of the rest of us can break him out of this break down right now.”

Once I’ve calmed down some, Yoongi brings me downstairs to Jimin. I crouch in front of him, running my fingers through his hair. He should blame me, should be mad at me, but he flings himself in my arms, sobs wracking his body. His sobs eventually turn into whimpers, his tears wetting the skin of my shoulder. I nuzzle his cheek, pressing little kisses to his face.

“Will he be okay?” Jimin’s voice I small, his eyes red and swollen.

“He will be,” It feels like a lie but Jimin doesn’t need the truth right now.

“We have a lead,” Hoseok’s voice comes from behind me, causing me to jump. I hadn’t seen him since breakfast this morning,” I know where they are.”

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

#bts hybrid au #bts jin #bts kim seokjin #bts suga #bts yoongi #bts min yoongi #bts jhope #bts jung hoseok #bts rm #bts kim namjoon #bts jimin #bts park jimin #bts v #bts kim taehyung #bts jungkook #bts jeon jungkook

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hajimakitten · 5 months

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𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙄 𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂. | an ot7! a/b/o one-shot

Author's notes: none of you understand the absolute chokehold that a/b/o storylines have on me... so i wanted to do my own. i love their bond together! remember that this has some sexual moments, so no one under 18+, please!

In the depths of their shared nest, a room filled with a symphony of scents, the seven of them found solace in their intimate bond. The scent of musk and desire lingered in the air as they reveled in the touch of their beloved packmates.

Namjoon, the head alpha, exuded an air of confidence and strength. His tall frame dominated the room, his scent commanding the attention of all who surrounded him. Beside him, Yoongi, another alpha, emanated a more subdued aura, his presence a calming force amidst their passionate union.

Jimin and Jin, the omegas of the pack, were the epitome of ethereal beauty. Jimin, with his angelic eyes and plump lips, possessed a captivating vulnerability that drove the alphas wild. Jin, on the other hand, exuded a regal grace, his elegant features adorned with a soft smile that melted hearts.

The betas, Taehyung, Jungkook, and Hoseok, brought a playful energy to their nest. They reveled in their ability to bridge the gaps and connect with each pack member. Taehyung's infectious laughter, Jungkook's mischievous grin, and Hoseok's radiant warmth added a layer of joy to their shared experiences.

As the scent of Jungkook's impending rut filled the room, an electric tension crackled in the air. His body hummed with need, his desire for his packmates growing insatiable. He longed to be touched, to be claimed, and to find release in their embrace.

Sensing Jungkook's yearning, the pack gathered around him, their eyes filled with love and anticipation. Namjoon took charge, his voice laced with a commanding tone. "Fully prepare our nest, my loves. Let's surround Kookie with our scents."

The room quickly transformed into a sanctuary of pleasure. Pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals were meticulously arranged, each one carrying the unique scent of their pack. Their nest became a haven, a place of intimacy and vulnerability, where they could freely explore their desires.

With reverence, Namjoon led Jungkook to their nest, their bodies entwined in a dance of need and submission. Jimin and Jin followed closely behind, their delicate touch tracing patterns on Jungkook's heated skin. Taehyung, Jungkook's closest confidant, whispered words of encouragement, his lips brushing against the shell of Jungkook's ear, fueling the fire within him.

Hoseok and Yoongi, the alphas who understood the primal urges that coursed through Jungkook's veins, flanked him, their strong hands roaming his body, their lips claiming his with a possessive hunger. Their touch ignited a symphony of moans and gasps, their collective desire echoing through the room.

The scent of arousal permeated the air, mingling with the musky undertones of their pack's unique scent. Their touches grew bolder, their kisses deeper, as they indulged in the pleasures that their bond allowed. They reveled in the power of their animalistic instincts, surrendering to the raw intensity that consumed them.

Jungkook's body arched, his moans of pleasure intermingling with the chorus of their desires. His packmates, attuned to his every need, responded with unwavering devotion. They lavished his body with attention, their hands mapping every inch of his skin, their mouths tasting his every whimper.

As the climax approached, their connection intensified. Jimin and Jin, their omega instincts heightened, marked Jungkook with possessive bites, claiming him as their own. Namjoon and Yoongi, the alphas, growled with satisfaction, their dominance asserting itself in their touch.

In the cacophony of pleasure, Jungkook found release, his body trembling with ecstasy as his packmates continued to worship him, their love and desire flowing freely. The room was a symphony of moans, gasps, and the intoxicating scent of their passion.

As their bodies slowly came down from the heights of pleasure, they lay tangled in a web of limbs and shared breaths. The scent of satisfaction hung heavy in the air, a testament to their deep bond and insatiable desires.

In their union, they discovered a world where desire knew no bounds, and their love shone brighter than any constellation in the night sky.

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Your version of top ten kpop song this year ?

It's such a hard question to answer, but here's my version!! (not necessarily in order, but these are my favorites, and yes, I doubled most cause there's so many good ones)

Queencard by (G)-Idle (this is actually my number one of all year, a repeat, a favorite, the best)

I AM/Baddie by IVE (I don't remember if I AM came out this year but ughhh soo good, and Baddie is in so many of my playlists right now)

OMG/Ditto by New Jeans (both were on repeat this year)

Bet On Me/Cake/Kill Shot by Itzy (both are so good, i wanna go on a run while listening to Bet On Me, its so motivating. The whole album was phenomenal)

ETA/Super Shy by New Jeans (again, both so good)

Unforgiven/ Perfect Night by Le Sserafim (I actually prefer the Japanese version of unforgiven cause of ADO and how good it sounds in japanese)

I Love My Body by Hwasa (such a girly bop about self love, heck yes)

Drama/Spicy by Aespa (Drama has me in a chokehold right now, and Spicy makes me feel like a bad b)

Bite Me by Enhyphen/LA LA LA or S-Class by Stray Kids (I am such a Stray kids stan now, this year was chefs kiss for their music, and Enhypens Bite Me was like, etheral)

Set Me Free/Moonlight Sunrise by Twice (I am such a Twice stan too, they are so close to being no skip discography for me)

Honorable mentions -

Rover by Kai

Young, Dumb, Stupid/Love Me Like This by NMIXX (I learned part of the dance for these two, so addictive)

Set me Free pt 2 by Jimin (finally freeeEEEeee)

Antifragile/Fearless 2023 version by Le Sserafim (antitititititititi fragileeeee)

Memories by Riize (so good sooo goood)

Off The Record by IVE (ughhh I fell in love after the first listen

don't know if these are kpop technically but Social Path by Stray Kids and Do Not Touch by Misamo were absolutely amazing and I played them on repeat together for so long)

Agassy by Soojin (*Mariah Carey voice "She's baaaaacccckkkk")

3D/Seven by Jungkook (he killed his solo songs)

Haegum by Agust D (too good to describe)

Hold On Tight by Aespa (catchyyyyy)

okay, I'm done but yes I love kpop and I am a multistan and I love this music genre so much

til next time lovelies 🩷

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joyswonderland1108 · 1 year

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You don't get it, this has me on a chokehold

I sleep and wake up thinking about it. Someone could be dying and my filthy brain is thinking about Jimin asking to be given a good ride

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bangytell · 7 months

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The day after | myg m

Now the day bleeds

Into nightfall

And you're not here

To get me through it all. Someone you loved — Lewis Capaldi

Summary: The love of your life slips through your fingers, and only you can see the way to keep him alive.

Genre: angst, fluff

Rated: m, +18

Pairing: Yoongi x y/n

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Mention of gunshots, blood and very much full of angst, petnames used [kitten, baby, etc]

a/n: This idea came from a dream and i had to make it come through words, please remember that english isn't my first language in case you notice something misread

Burnt tire, hot blood on your hands, desperate screams, and whimpers leaving your mouth as you feel the cold body beneath you, all of this because you couldn't take care of this situation. You feel getting dragged out from him "Don't please don't" you shout struggling to be with him, but it's too late, emergencies are lifting him to the litter, his hand falls off, he's leaving lifeless and you feel lifeless again. As you cry, closing your eyes covering your face, the loss of air gets to you.

You wake up at the sound of your alarm, turn around, and he's next to you, breathing slowly, his hairs falling into his eyelids and looking so full of life. A single tear runs down your face, and you can't help but hug him and kiss his face as he wakes up.

"Hey kitten, how did you sleep?" Remember not to worry him

"I slept like a baby" he chuckles, and his beautiful gummy smile makes you happy

"Are you ready for a few hours?" Right, can you make him not go? Can you convince him not to do this, but he's been waiting forever to go, and you can't kill that ilusion that fills his eyes. "Kitten?" The worry look on his face makes you pout

"I'll be there, baby, you'll see me right next to you," he smiles but not forgetting your lack of answer at the beginning and the pouting

"Are you sure kitten? I can just not go" you don't know how your power works, but you're sure that it doesn't have to stop things from occurring, just doing it differently so you can make the best of the situation

"I'm sure we'll be fine. Go get a shower, you stink," he laughs and throws you a pillow on his way to the bathroom

He's the love of your life for sure.

You get your laptop and start a google search, a very deep one.

After getting your brain full of information, the door of the bathroom opens. He's wearing his towel mid body, and with another towel, he's getting his hair dry.

"Kitten, I already called everyone, and they'll be there" you smile, closing the laptop

"You look hot" he smiles, oh that smile has you in a chokehold

He leans in, gives you a peck that tastes so sweet in your lips, a drop of water fall in your face and you chuckle

"Don't hold me here or I'll be late" he chuckles

"I'm not doing anything" he grabs his clothes, starts to dress and you feel that nothing else matters, except that it does

He leaves after a deep kiss and you get yourself ready, a bottle of water, an antibacterial gel and an extra shirt on you. Be ready, be calm.

The event is at the Central Bridge, hundreds of motorbikes for a showcase. The goal is to go through the bridge and get all the way to downton, but some dispute between some gangsters gets to the middle of the event and… well.

Your boyfriend is right at the beginning, with his friends, the ones that ride bikes and the ones who don't, all there to support him, this is what he loves doing.

He waves and smiles at the sight of you, his black hair, all grown and shiny and that amazing black jacket.

Surely he owns every look up on him.

"Kitten, you're here" you grin

“I’ll be always here” his friends laughs, and he hits the one next to him

“You guys are so corny” his friend… Jimin said that

The show begins, motor bikes begin to run through the bridge, he will be leaving next, you get in your car to follow, as close as you can. The start is calm, music from the bigger bikes, laughs, burnt tire smell and the sweet sound of starting the engine.

By the middle, you hear it, two gunshots behind you, when it gets to him, pull the break of your car, and run to him. Three gunshots, one to the car they’re chasing, one to a tire in the bike in front of him, and the last one, to his lower abdomen, if it were a bit higher than that maybe you wouldn't get that much time.

His warm and thick blood is getting out at a fast pace, his friends reach to you.

“Please, someone call 911” you shout while taking your extra shirt off to push to his body.

“You’re gonna be okay baby” he notices the desperation in your voice, you're still pressing, trying to stop the bleeding and tears start to feel your face, you clean yourself with your elbow, now is not the time.

The shirt stops flooding with blood, now is the next thing, the bottle of water, with your hands clean; pouring the water to his injury, you ask for a shirt and Jimin is helping you with that.

“Emergency it’s on its way” he gifts you a small gummy smile while you wrap around his abdomen with Jimin’s t-shirt, he locks his gaze with you and caress your face

“Kitten, you never told me you knew how to take care of this kind of thing” you see him starting to drift away, no, you need him conscious.

“Hey, hey, baby, c’mon, don't drift away now” the tears still run down your face, he caresses a tear and closes your eyes at the warmth of his body, wishing never to leave him.

“I know it is weird to ask, but please let me hear you calling by name” you grin, the sound of the sirens from the police and the ambulance seems too far away by now. You don't know if you really did it, you're desperate, the calmness leaving your body and then, him, pulling you back to reality, caressing your face with watery eyes. You didn't notice but the blood started to flow again. No, no, no, please.

“Yoongi, please, don't leave, please just wait, help is coming”

“I love you Y/N” you shout when his hand leaves your face, just like life left him.

“I love you Yoongi” you whisper to him, caressing his cold hand and letting the tears fill your face.

No, no, no.

The time, 20 minutes away from emergencies, they arrive and before something else can happen, while you bawl your eyes out, your alarm wakes you.

You scream, frustrated.

Yoongi in bed next to you wakes up, scared as ever, you cry, and cry.

5 times, 5 times you’ve seen him die, and his last words are always the same, calling your name in love.

Yoongi is scared, it is not normal of you to have nightmares, as if it were just that.

He’s hugging you and you love the warmth of his, life.

So you try something different this time.

“You think you can skip this event?” your voice is squeaky and raspy for all the crying

“Kitten I-...” you keep crying, and he can't seem to say no to those watery eyes

“I know you've waited a long time for it to happen but I feel really bad, and I need you” lying, that's what you came to? It's not fully a lie, it's skipping events.

“It’s okay, it's okay, i can stay” you smile a little, and you cuddle back to bed.

After a warm shower together, a few call his friends to let them know his plans, and you feel like this is the answer.

At the time where things occur if you were at the crime scene, Yoongi calls out your name.

“What’s wrong baby?” you see the tv, the news, a different person died, for the same reason as him, so it's meant to happen, it has to happen, even if it's not… you look around, silence, Yoongi isn't there anymore.

You close your eyes, scared, and wake up; by the sound of the alarm.

That didn’t work… but almost.

Next thing, you try and convince Yoongi this is a power, something you must do, and only you.

The alarm sounds, and you think, how can you prove to him you've lived this day before?

Before he speaks you say the same thing he's about to say.

“Hey kitten, how did you sleep?” you speak at unison

“How did you know?” he looked confused

“I can sound crazy right now, but i need you to listen” he agrees

“Yes, talk to me” he grabs your hands

“I've lived this day before. Seven times. And today, you die” he opens his eyes widely “I know it sounds crazy, but i think that i can save you, that there’s something i can do that can help you live”

“What if… I'm meant to die?” you deny with your head

“No, why else would I be living the same day over and over again?” he nods

“Then what can we do?” you begin to sob

“I don't know Yoongi, i've tried almost everything, try to help you by myself and I don't know if i'm able to see you slip from my hands again” by now the tears roll from your face, he cups you and pulls to hug you.

“Shh, try to stay calm kitten, well figure this out, how do I die?” you nod, swallowing your tears

“A gunshot, emergency takes too long and you bleed out” he nods he looks calm given the information you're giving him

“Who shoots?” he ask

“Some gangster that were pursuing a car, the car up front, to get more time shot at you and a bike” he nods mistrustful looking at you trying to think a way to do things

“Where do I get shot?” you touch his abdomen, a little lower than the ribs almost to his belly button and stop there “Does the bullet go through?” you think for a second, relieving everything in your head, no, it stays there.

“No, it stays inside you, and it's not that big, but it hits something crucial” he nods

“Have you tried calling emergencies before it happens?” you look confused, it hasn't crossed your mind and you deny with you head

“I haven't, i think i just need like 15 minutes for them to treat you right when it happens”

“Let's do that, i ride my bike, as planned and you call when you know everything is occurring” you nod “Let's take a shower, we’ll be late” you nod again

Again, the same events, after you got into your car and the bikes begin their way, you call 911

“Emergencies, how can we help you?” you began your act, sounding so desperate

“Help, we need help here at the central bridge”

“Ma’am please calm down, what's the emergency?”

“A gunfire, someone’s been shot and I think he’s going to die” you're driving, right next to him, he smiles at you while you hear the lady at the other side of the line

“15 minutes, units will be there in 15 minutes, please see that everyone is okay and remain hidden while units arrive”

Ten minutes later, you're at the middle of the bridge, you begin to listen to those cars going high speed, the smell of burnt tires hits you and when you listen to the shot he's already on the floor.

You run and pour water on your hands, take your shirt off and begin to put pressure on his wound, he's looking at you, breathing shakily and you're crying already

“Everything will be okay, i can hear the ambulance already” you nod, his friends are around, looking for more injured but you know it's just him. You can't stop the pressure this time.

“I don't know Yoongi you're still bleeding” he smiles at you

“I love when you say my name” you smile. The ambulance has arrived and you see him drifting off, when the paramedics reach to you and you step away for them to take care of things

Everything becomes blurry, and you pass out, hitting yourself in the head.

You wake up to the sound of a beep, a slow paced drip and the sound of voices around you.

Huh? Is this a good scenario?

“Hey Y/N you're up” Jimin said, reaching closer to you

“Is Yoongi okay?” your heart is pounding heavy on your chest, scared and anxious

“He’s still in operation, we came to see how you were in the meantime” you sigh and cover your face a doctor comes in and starts telling you that you fainted for the adrenaline and for what happened

“You did a great job with your boyfriend, we’re finishing up with him, try and take a rest for him” you smile, you’re relieved, and happy, you begin to cry when you hear Yoongi’s parents coming in, and next yours.

“Oh my sweet girl, how are you?” your mom hugs you and you look at Yoongi’s mom, you can tell she’s been crying

“How 's Yoongi? We just arrived”

“The doctor said that Y/N saved his life and that they’re doing the best they can about the bullet” Jimin answered for you, your dad hugged you next

“You saved him?” his mother asks, she wouldn’t approved you dated him, that was one of the reason you moved together “I’m so thankful”

“I think you can talk to Yoongi once he wakes” she nods, you had no hard feelings, you didn’t do it for them anyway.

That day passed, you didn’t wake up again in the same one and you felt grateful, maybe your answer was with you all along, with him.

When the doctor discharged you, two days after the incident, Yoongi still hadn't woken. He was in intensive care, his hands were warm and not cold like you remembered the last times, he kept his warmth.

His obsidian hair adorned his porcelain skin, his lips were dry and a bit light blue.

He was alive and you couldn’t ask for more.

You were holding his hand by the fifth day, taking a nap resting your head on his bed when you felt him squeeze your hand.

“Y/N?” his voice was raspy, for the lack of water

“Are you mad at me or something i thought you'd only call me kitten” he chuckles and begin to cough and bends in pain

“Hey, hey, don’t pressure yourself, let me talk to a nurse” he grabs your hand to stop you, pulls you and kisses you soft and needy.

“I’m fine, and alive, all thanks to you” you smile and your eyes become watery

“Thank you, for everything” he smiles

“You did everything, kitten.” you both smile

The days coming along were a bliss, pure blissfulness around you.

Seven tries, seven times.

That power wasn't that bad, after that day you understood what was involved, what it meant and why it happened to you, and you were grateful for it happening to you.

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#bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts drabble #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #yoongi x y/n #bts fluff #bts angst

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