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taetaesbaebaepsae · 5 years

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Fearless

A/n: This is the first in a series for the Monster Smash Halloween project for Ksmutclub! I am attempting to do all seven BTS members with a supernatural (read: spoopy) theme by the 28th.

Summary: Min Yoongi doesn't want anyone moving into the house he's been haunting, especially not someone who reminds him what it feels like to be alive.

Warnings: is it considered unprotected sex if he's a ghost? Teasing, clothed sex, some angst Ghost!Yoongi is horny yet soft, reader is kind of a top really, less spoopy than horny, praise, dirty talk

Word Count: 2276

Min Yoongi doesn't like change. Change makes him anxious, it always has, even before....well....before.

He feels his chest tightening nonetheless when you view the house, eyes wide and bright, surveying his bedroom like you're imagining all your stuff in there.

Yoongi hates you on sight. You must have drifted through life, being that pretty, with a bright smile.

People make him more anxious than change, and a beautiful girl in his space? Standing in the living room, inches from where he'd taken his last breath?

It felt oddly intimate.

Imagine being anxious when you have no heartbeat to speed up, no breath to get short.

The movers start bringing your things in before you know it and he sulks, pushing over boxes marked fragile, laughing when it's blamed on one of the younger movers.

Yoongi doesn't particularly like to scare people, but it's easy. Just a few toppled boxes and the movers rush out of the house, and he can't help but smirk as you struggle to bring everything in yourself.

The first night, you curl up on the couch with a book and he watches you for a couple of hours, the line of your jaw, how long your legs look, and he's angry at himself for looking.

He's more angry at the way he wishes he could wrap a hand around your ankle, brush the hair back from your face.

He's the most angry for suddenly feeling lonely after god knows how many years of shuffling around the house, content in his solitude.

So he makes the lights flicker, and when you get up to check the breaker, he hides your book down in the couch cushions.

You're frowning as you look for it, and how does he feel his heart speed up when it isn't even fucking beating?

It's weeks of this, of him toppling over your drinks, hiding your books, flipping the breakers, slamming doors, doing everything he knows has worked in the past, but you're unbothered. You're...fearless.

He's never appeared to anyone before, never even known that he could, and when he appears to you, it's completely by accident.

Yoongi doesn't watch you shower, he's never been that kind of guy, but he can't help how his eyes catch the curve of your ass when you walk around in a men's t-shirt and panties, can't help wondering whose shirt you're sleeping in.

His throat tightens when you go up to the attic and find the box he'd left there, full of his clothes and books, and part of him hopes you throw it away, but when you don't, when you squeal in surprise at some of the books, gently fingering the pages, it's his chest that tightens.

The night you end up seeing him, just for a moment, you'd washed the box of his shirts and you were wearing one of them, a black one, with the bottom knotted to show your stomach and a pair of black panties, dancing around in the kitchen, making popcorn.

He feels his lips curling in a smile, watching you, and he wonders how long it's been since he's smiled.

Yoongi finds himself crouched behind you as you lie on the couch, reading over your shoulder, that night, and he tells himself that it's because he's bored and not because he likes the way your shampoo smells, likes the view of your legs stretched out on the couch.

It’s almost 3am, and he kind of likes that you’re an insomniac, because he had been once, when he was alive, and he tries not to think about why that pleases him so much.

You huff out a breath, frustrated suddenly, and he stands to come around and see your face, frowning down at you.

You slide your hand down what used to be his shirt, slip a thumb beneath the waistband of your panties, and if Yoongi had still had lungs, he would have surely stopped breathing.

When you slide your hand further down, slipping beneath your panties, fingers finding your core, he crouches down again, watching your face. Your eyes are squeezed shut.

He hadn't even known that his anatomy still worked this way, that he could still get this hard, that his heart could thud against his chest, hands aching to touch you.

You hitch in a frustrated breath and your eyes pop open, widening a bit, and Yoongi realizes you can see him.

***

You don't commonly fantasize about anyone in particular when you touch yourself, and you've been single for so long you don't even conjure up past experiences anymore.

So when you can't quite get there, alone on your couch, you're shocked to open your eyes and see a pair of hungry brown eyes, a man crouched down in front of you, black locks falling over his face.

He's gone just as your breath catches, as heat floods through you.

That night, when you dream, it's of those hungry brown eyes and pouty lips, how his tongue flicked out to the corner of his mouth.

He seems familiar, and you wonder if it's someone you'd seen in passing, someone you'd been attracted to.

It isn't until days later that you go through that box you'd found in the attack and that one Polaroid of the same man, except this time with a gummy smile, eyes softer, that you realize that all the flickering lights and lost books weren't just your imagination after all.

It doesn't even occur to you to be scared, you've grown up seeing things that other's couldn't, believing in things like the tarot and the other side, and nothing about the energy you felt here seemed malignant or frightening.

You wait a few days, and you stop feeling the random rushes of cold, there's no flickering lights, there's no more hiding your books or toppling your glasses.

After two glasses of wine and a particularly trying day at work, you speak out loud.

"Are you shy now?" You ask, tipsy enough not to feel stupid in case you're talking to yourself.

You wait a few seconds, and nothing happens.

"Do you only show up when I'm half naked?" You continue, smirking a little. You slide down one strap of your camisole, revealing a bit of cleavage.

When nothing happens, you huff a little, but then the lights flicker.

"Aren't you afraid?"

You flinch at the deep voice right next to your ear, shivering at the sudden chill, but it isn't from fear.

"Takes a lot to scare me," you murmur, and turn your head to see him sitting there, right next to you, close enough that if you moved slightly, your thigh would touch his....if you could touch him, that is.

You're not sure how this works, but you're insanely curious to try.

He chuckles a little. "You're fearless."

"Do you like fearless girls? Or...did you? Before?"

"When I was alive, you mean?" He gives you a half smile. "Didn't know very many. I worked too hard to date much. Worked myself to death, really."

"Do you get bored, hanging around here? Is that why you watch me?"

He flushes, looking away from you, and you wonder how a ghost can blush. You find yourself wondering...

"I didn't mean to spy."

You smile at him and reach out to touch his collarbone, not knowing what might happen, but it works, you feel his skin soft beneath your hand.

He takes in a sharp breath, eyes widening. "You...you touched me."

"I...I did some research," you admit softly. "It's the witching hour, the time when the veil between the living and the dead is the thinnest. My name is Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.”

He swallows hard, staring down at your hand touching his collarbone, and then looks back up to your face. “I’m Yoongi.”

You swing your leg over his waist to straddle him, impulsively, and his breath hitches again, and he's cold to the touch, trembling under your fingers when you wrap your arms around his neck.

"What are you doing?" He breathes, eyes searching your face.

“Don’t you ever get lonely, Yoongi? Don’t you miss being touched like this?”

He smirks at you then. "I think maybe you're the one who is lonely, doll. Looking for a phantom lover?"

"You offering?"

"Doesn't look like you're gonna move out anytime soon. And you keep prancing around in my clothes..."

He slips a hand under your t-shirt, spanning his fingers up your ribcage and hissing in a breath between his teeth.

"It's been so long since I've been been able to touch someone," he says, looking into your eyes almost in awe.

"So touch me," you breathe.

It's so slow, how his hands move up under your shirt to palm your breasts, your nipples tightening and not just from the chill.

He lets out a low groan when you arch your back.

"I don't think I was ever this hard when I was alive," he mutters, and you roll your hips against his erection, eliciting another strangled moan from him.

"You know what's great about having a phantom lover?" You murmur into his ear.

"What's that, doll?" He sounds distracted, voice muffled against your skin as he kisses the base of your throat.

"You don't need condoms."

He hisses in another breath and moves his hands from your breasts to unbutton his jeans, huffing in frustration when he fumbles.

"These aren't even real," He mutters, and when you giggle his eyes dart to yours, something so soft in them it makes your heart speed up.

"You're so beautiful when you laugh."

He moves his hand to your face and your throat goes tight. You don't want to think about what happens after, if he'll disappear forever, if you'll pine over your phantom lover for years, so you unbutton his jeans for him, freeing his cock from the denim, and he looks down at your hand instead of your face.

"Oh, fuck." He mutters, bucking into your hand, and he moves his hands to your hips, lifting you up to rock you against him.

When you just roll your hips, stroking his cock slowly, watching precum drip down the head.

His breath is hitching in his chest and he buries his face in your neck. "C'mon, doll. Y/n. Don't tease. We...we might not have much time."

Your throat tightens again at the thought and you push the crotch of your panties to the side, holding him at the base until you slide down on him completely.

"Oh, fuck!" He cries out, throwing his head back against the couch, throat working, hands kneading your hips.

"Oh. Oh." You mewl.

You don't know what you'd expected, but he was so warm, pulsing inside you, just like he was alive and breathing, and you rock forward for friction, adjusting.

Yoongi sits up straighter on the couch, rolling his hips beneath you, and he catches your mouth with his, and his tongue is warm, too, he's warm all over as if he's coming to life and you press closer to him, wanting more.

He breaks away from you, breathing hard, watching you ride him, an awed and almost pained look on his handsome face.

"My pretty little doll, look at you. You're so good, so perfect. You're going to make me come. You're going to make me come in that tight cunt, but I want you pulsing around me, want you to come first, yeah?"

The way he’s praising you makes your skin hot, your head dizzy.

He grabs your hips, thrusting up into you, dragging his cock along just the right spot as you grind against him for pressure on your clit, and when you come you cry out his name.

You feel your cunt pulsing around him, tightening like a vice and he throws his head back again before kissing you hard, nipping at your bottom lip.

“You feel so fucking good, doll. You feel like heaven. It was worth all these years being alone just to feel you, you know that?”

He lets loose a string of curses when he spills inside you, and his come is warm too, almost hot, and none of the biology of this makes any fucking sense but you can’t care when you can feel his heart thudding against your chest as he presses you to him, when you can feel his lips planting soft kisses along your shoulders.

You play with the soft hair at the nape of his neck, looking at the clock over his shoulder, and it’s nearing 4am.

You hug him tight, tears pricking at the backs of your eyes. “Will you disappear after the witching hour is over?” You ask, voice hoarse.

He pulls back enough to look at your face, bringing his hand up to caress your cheek.

“I...I don’t know. You’re the one that did the research,” he jokes, but his half smile is a bit sad.

“Will you come back?”

He seems to think for a moment, and your heart seizes in your chest.

“I won’t leave. I never leave this place, and I damn sure don’t plan to now, after this. After you.”

You sigh in relief, but it’s shaky, and he leans up to kiss you, soft, and then you yelp as he disappears, making you plop down on the couch with a thud.

You feel cold, suddenly, cold and empty because whatever he’d left inside you was as gone as he was, and tears roll down your cheeks.

It’s not until the next morning, until you grab for the novel on your nightstand and it isn’t there, that a smile spreads across your face.

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peaches-of-1 · 5 years

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BTS- Partner is Way Older Then Them

This took SO long, and I am sorry. I took a break and sorta lost my drive, but I’m back now for sure!

Jin

He was surprised when you told him how old you were. Although he thought he would be falling in love with someone younger than him, you were proof that age was just a number. Your soul was young and compatible with his. It was no surprise to you when he asked if you two could hang out together more. The two of you always had such a good time talking and getting to know each other.

It was a five year difference, but it felt more like five minutes. “Hey, noona?” He asked. “Is it ok if I like you more than a friend? I mean, I do like you more than a friend.” He slapped his own face. “Ah, sorry. I’m just really nervous right now.” Jin began to laugh and offered you some more of the noodles you had gotten for lunch. You kissed him and grabbed the noodles. “I feel the same way.”

Yoongi

He was reading over some English comments once you two had gone public with the relationship, and he saw a certain phrase over and over again. “Jagi, what does Kradul Robbing mean?” Your face showed all your emotions before you could hide them. “I’m guessing it’s not a good thing, huh?” You told him what it meant, people thought he was too young to be dating someone your age.

“I’m a grown ass man, though? I can vote and drink. I’ve bought my own house and car. Several of them. I’ve certainly been having sex.” He said lifting your chin. “Do you want me to sue them, jagi?” You laughed and told him not to. The two of you just decided to ignore the dumb comments and flourished with your relationship.

Hobi

Kisses you whenever you two are together. People usually brush it off as the happy virus being affectionate with a staff related noona. However, you attended to his more personal needs and you weren’t getting paid. He had been surprised when he first found out how old you were, but it didn’t stop his affection for you. In fact, he had been all over you even more.

“You don’t have an age fetish, do you?” You decided to ask one day, and your Hobi almost choked on his lunch. “What? No! What makes you think that?” There was no reason for it, you just wanted to be careful since he was younger and famous and could have anyone he wanted and were curious why he wanted someone who was over 35 when he wasn’t even 30 yet.

“Because I love you.” He responded. “Why else?”

Namjoon

So maybe you were in your forties and your 50s weren’t too far off, but somehow one of the biggest names in kpop had fallen in love with you. Despite your many attempts at trying to shake him off of you so that he could marry someone his age, there was a bouquet of your favorite flowers waiting outside your door. He asked you to meet him somewhere and to dress pretty. You sighed and decided to see if this young blood was serious about you.

It was a nice restaurant and he stood when he saw you, took out your chair and pushed you in with a smile on his face. “RM--” “Please call me Namjoon, noona.” There he went again with his sweet words. “Namjoon, I see that you’re not going to give up on me unless I do things differently. I’ll get straight to it. Why are you into me instead of someone your age?”

“It only has very little to do with your age. More with experience and maturity.” He began. “There is no one like you around me except you. When we both reached for the last Modern Aztec Influences book, I knew we were meant to be.”

Jimin

Because you were older than Jimin, he appreciated how you took care of his neediness and his moody nature. You would ask what was wrong instead of just waiting around for him to say something first. If he didn’t feel like talking, then you’d make tea for the both of you and soon enough he’d be cuddled up in your lap like a kitten.

Today was no exception, “I had a hard day, noona.” He melted in your arms and started talking about how he messed up on stage and had to do it all again tomorrow, but he was going to be just as bad. You told him to breathe. Maybe you were a bit motherly towards him, but you knew he didn’t see you as a mom, but a lover, and equal, and you were happy.

Taehyung (V)

You two met at a museum since you were a guide and he was the only one in Italy with a medical mask on his face. You asked him why he had it on out of curiosity. He told you he was famous, and you said it was no wonder. His eyes were like a work of art. When he laughed, your heart sang. He was too young for you, though. Then he would show up every day for the next two days.

“Hey, I have to leave for my next tour stop. Can I have your number? I wanna talk about more art stuff with you.” So you gave it to him thinking nothing of it. As if he had the time to call you if he really was famous and all. Then he started sending you pictures with the message ‘This reminded me of your smile’ They were images from all over the world! Maybe he was famous after all.

It was two months after you two met that he sent you the most surprising message, “I think I like you, (noona/hyung).”

Jungkook

As a single parent teaching a sewing class, you didn’t see many young men who were not drag queens there. That’s why this young man dressed head to toe in black caught your eyes. You didn’t know that you had caught his as well. He called you over quite often during the first class he joined. It annoyed you a bit to be honest because it didn’t seem like he was even trying before calling you over for help, even after the fourth class.

“Get someone beside you to help, mister…”

“It has to be you, noona/hyung. I like it better when you teach me.” The words had more of an effect on you than you realized and made your cheeks get hot. It was more of a surprise when he stayed after class and apologized for taking up your time. Then he gave you his number and left. Jungkook felt his heart in his throat but was glad he finally gathered the courage to stay and talk to you after class.

Feel free to use any of these as writing prompts. Just make sure to credit me/this post!

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rofics · 7 years

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Just love us please (part 3)

Fandom: Bts and Got7 Pairing: Seokjin x Namjoon x Jackson Au: Hybrids College Length: 3.3k Genre: fluff and smut Request for: I need obvious Namjoon in my life!!! Can you please write something where Peacock!Jin and Hummingbird!Jackson fight over lazy Panther!Joonie! Endgame NamJinSon?? Pretty Please?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Summary: Namjoon’s life is way to hard with Seokjin and Jackson competing to win his heart without him even knowing… Problem arrives when Namjoon get’s a boyfriend that isn’t either of them… Extreme times requires extreme meassures… Those measures are fake dating so Namjoon understand he wants at least one of them!

Jackson didn’t tell Seokjin, he somehow convinced Namjoon not to either, something about a bet Jackson wasn’t sure… He was terrible liar.

The thing was that Jackson really wasn’t ready to give up this thing with Seokjin yet, and he had done some googling to figure out if he was just fucked up or if loving two people at once was possible. Which had lead him to finding out that yes, it could happen. It is possible to love and care for two people at once in a romantic sense.

When he thought of it he always just thought of crazy religious people who kept 200 wives, but his googling had taught him it was more than that, and he had looked deeply into himself to try and decide what kind of person he was. Turned out he was the kind of person that really would like to date both of the extremely good looking men, and very much would like for them to date each other as well. Why did he always decide on things that would never happen.

So Jackson had to admit, he might have been taken things too far. He somehow managed to convince Seokjin that they needed to take things farther, that they needed to convince Namjoon what he was really missing.

“Jackson I’m not sure this is a good idea.” Seokjin bit his lips in a move that should not be as sexy as it were as he laid on his back on Jackson’s bed stripped down to his underwear.

Jackson really just wanted to sit and stare for a while at the beautiful being under him, but he also knew it wasn’t an option. He needed to be his ‘charming’ self. “Think about it in a positive light. Namjoon really gets to see what he is missing! It’s not like any of us is cheating on somebody and you get a blowjob. Win, Win Win?”

Seokjin didn’t feel convinced, this seemed to be too far for a plan like this, but Jackson had multiple points. Their plan was kind of working at least Namjoon didn’t have a boyfriend anymore and Seokjin did kinda wanna feel if Jackson was just talking up big game about his oral technique… that and he just wanted Jackson to suck him off. Don’t judge him, he was a grown ass man who hadn’t gotten laid in forever because he had fallen in love with his childhood friend and now this dumb ass humming bird.

He was hesitant, and felt awkward with Jackson still fully dressed. “Can you atleast take of your shirt?”

“If you wanted to see me without a shirt on you should just have said so baby.” Jackson winked in a way that really shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was, while he pulled off his shirt.

Jackson aimed for sexy while stripping off his shirt, sadly his arms got stuck in the tight t-shirt which ended up with him looking like a child that needs its parents help to just put on a shirt.

The younger couldn’t see it, but Seokjin was smiling a fond smile as he helped Jackson pull off the shirt the rest of the way. “Be happy that pretend me doesn’t seem to have standards, or else a grown man who can’t pull of his own shirt might be a little low for me.”

Jackson blushed. So much for trying to be smooth, he threw the shirt at the ground pushing Seokjin back into the pillows with a none too gentle hand. He had found out that Seokjin, the fucking princess, didn’t like when people were gentle with him. He prefered to either be roughed up a little around the edges or doing it to other.

Under one very intense makeout session while Namjoon had been studying, had taught him that after he was pushed into the pillows and Seokjin had left an intense bite mark on his collarbone, that Jackson had proudly worn for days. After that it had become a game who could mark each other up the most and show it off especially with Namjoon around them.

It had been kinda cute to see how Namjoon would blush when Jackson would push down on one of them and tell him the story about how it got there. While he knew that Namjoon wasn’t a virgin, he did blush adorably like one all the time.

He pulled down Seokjin’s sweats until they were all the way off leaving the older in just his boxers briefs. Jackson gave himself a few seconds to just take in the sigh of the half naked slightly embarrased male under him. Before he leaned down to lick at his right nipple, forcing a low moan from his lips. “Fuck Jackson! This was not part of the plan.”

Jackson just sent him his best chesire grin. “I can’t suck you off unless you are hard now can I? So now lie there like a good little boy and let me do my job.”

If it wasn’t because they had a goal to reach here and he had promised to play along he would have turned this all around to show the younger who was really a good boy. That was the problem between Jackson and him they were both so dominant and they had a hard time finding a medium between them. It was one of the reasons that even Seokjin wasn’t so stupidly in love with Namjoon as well he probably try to date the hummingbird.

Yeah it was really hot when Jackson and him were almost fighting for dominance, but they needed somebody to even them out… They needed Namjoon to mellow them out, this was the problem he had accepted at this point his feelings for Namjoon were not about to go away, and neither were his feelings for Jackson, but he had no idea if Jackson had any kind of feelings like that for him.

The thing was that he couldn’t focus as Jackson placed kisses and love bites down his chest, and for once Seokjin just let himself lie back down and relax into what Jackson was doing to him. If this was going to be the only experience he had with Jackson he was damn well going to enjoy it, he kept his eyes open not wanting to miss a single thing Jackson did to him.

One thing was sure Jackson was a fucking tease, like insanely so, he would nip and lick at Seokjin’s hipbone, then place a light kiss over his bulge where he was without a doubt hard now, before going down to mark up his inner thighs. Seokjin couldn’t stop himself from growling out. “Just get to the point, you fucking tease.”

“Nothing is better than finally getting to come after having been on the edge for long time, let me make this good for you.” Jackson mumbled into the smooth skin of the older hybrids inner thigh. He now had both of Seokjin’s long legs over his shoulders intending to fucking blow Seokjin’s mind.

He lived for the low groans the peacock would let out every time he moved closer to where he really wanted, and then his frustrated whine as he pulled away again. “Jackson!”

Fuck if his name didn’t sound amazing coming from Seokjin’s lips, at this point Jackson wasn’t even focused on finding the best position to be in when Namjoon came. He was focused on driving Seokjin as insane as possible as he finally pulled the fabric all the way of his legs.

Seokjin was hard and the tip peeking out under his foreskin where a little drop of precum was showing on the tip. A full body shiver went through Seokjin as his heated flesh made contact with the cold air.

So there was no other way to put it. Seokjin had a really really pretty dick, then again of course he does. How did he think that any part of Seokjin wouldn’t be pretty? When Jackson finally decided that his teasing was enough as he closed his hands around Seokjin to stroke him and light movements before bowing down and kissing the tip.

As if Jackson had magical Namjoon senses the second he finally took Seokjin in his mouth and gave a hard suck to the head, causing the stunning peacock to sling his head back in a loud moan the door opened and Namjoon entered.

Seokjin froze mid moan, he knew this was the plan but he had been so gone in his pleasure his mind focused solely on Jackson that he he didn’t even need to fake to the embarrassment he felt. He expected Jackson to stop, to come up with one of his stupid comments, instead he just kept going hollowed out his cheeks forcing another moan out of Seokjin as their eyes met across the room.

Namjoon looked equal parts terrified and equal parts just done with it all. “Come on… I live here too Jackson. You can’t keep kicking me out of my room.” That was when Jackson dragged himself off Seokjin’s cock licking his lips like he just had the most delicious lollipop.

“We never told you to leave.” It still surprised everybody including himself how sexual he managed to make stuff without even trying. His bedrooms eyes were heavy as they settled on the panther who was now shyly playing with his tail trying not to look at the pair on the bed. Was it possible to be attracted to shyness? To cute shy panther boys… guys… men? “We aren’t shy, you can stay. Right babe?”

Seokjin just nodded still not able to really muster up a word, he laid bare for both of his crushes to look at him and Jackson was still casually stroking him not giving him a moment to collect his thought.

“I can't just stay here! You guys are having sex! I’m not some creep!” Namjoon was now blushing on full force clearly trying not to look at them.

Jackson just laughed a little leaning down to kiss the v of Seokjin’s hips. “Technically we aren’t having sex, I’m just helping Jinnie, he has been so stressed lately. Wouldn’t you do anything to help your hyung?”

That seemed to be it for Namjoon as he made his escape from the room clearly too embarrassed to answer.

“Jackson!” Seokjin managed to lean up a bit on his elbows to hit the hummingbird on the head. “You scared him! That was not part of the plan!”

Jackson sneaked his hand down to massage Seokjin’s balls forcing another moan from the man. “What I did was making him thinking about sucking you off. I planted the idea in his head of doing it every time you say you are stressed. Now the rest of the job is yours, and it’s time for me to finish my job.”

Seokjin hadn’t expected it, he had expected to have to get himself of awkwardly in the bathroom instead Jackson leaned down to kitten lick over the tip taking in the drops of precum escaping from it. “Forgot everything I ever said about fruit, you win everybody should eat it more if it means they taste this good.”

Seokjin had never really seen himself as a very shy or easily embarrassed person. Normally it was everybody around him that got embarrassed over his dad jokes but Jackson brought it out in him when he covered his face with an arm. “Just… shut up.”

For once Jackson decide to actually take pity on Seokjin as he went back to his task in front of him. The younger bird hybrid normally always prided himself on his oral skill it was something that he had spent a good while perfecting before starting university something that his then boyfriend Eric had seemed to enjoy.

The same turned out about Seokjin who was biting into his own hand trying to keep the noises in while the other was buried in Jackson’s bleached hair. The younger seemed to enjoy the effect he had on Seokjin while one hand was used to force his hips down stopping him from choking Jackson, the other he used to lightly massage and tease the oldest balls.

The deep groan and moans the managed to escape Seokjin’s mouth and the way Jackson could feel his balls tightening was a sure sign that the peacock was getting closer and closer. Jackson could feel Seokjin trying to pull him off his cock with almost desperate hand in his hair as he moaned out. “Fuck Jackson, I’m gonna. Fuck!” That didn’t make Jackson pull off, just made him put more effort in forcing the older over the edge.

As Jackson’s throat tightened around the length and a none too gentle squeeze was delivered to his balls Seokjin came down Jackson’s throat with a low moan. As Jackson sat up clearly showing off how he swallowed it all Seokjin just whined. “You are too fucking much.” All he got in return was a grin.

With the memory in his head everything became a little easier for Jackson at the start, until it suddenly wasn’t. He felt trapped in his own lies and feelings, he knew where he wanted it to go, but he wasn’t sure how to get there.

That was really what landed him in the position he was currently in, blackout drunk talking to one of Namjoon’s Ryan plushies because it was the closest thing he could get to talking to the real Namjoon or Seokjin. “At least you understand.” Jackson mumbled as he rolled around in his bed spilling a little of the soju he was drinking.

The problem was that he didn’t notice was in that moment Namjoon and Seokjin opened the door. Both hybrids were supposed to go home for the weekend together, but the bad thunder storm had forced them to turn around. Seokjin no longer feeling it was safe the drive the way, and Namjoon who still couldn’t drive didn’t put up much a fight to disagree.

“Jackson?” Namjoon asked hesitant, he had never really seen Jackson drunk before since the older always tried to hold his drink around Namjoon.

“Shhh! We are having a conversation you are being very rude!”

Seokjin looked a little worried at his fake boyfriend. “Who are you talking to?”

“Ryan of course silly goose!” He pointed towards the plushie standing on his pillow inanimate as always because you know… plushie.

Namjoon hesitated before moving into their shared room a little father. “What are you talking about?” He decided that it was better to play along with the drunk hybrid.

Jackson just laughed. “Everything! Because I can’t tell anybody else!” His laugh was almost hysterical at this point. “I am lying to everybody, and if lies could drown you I am drowning at the moment!”

Seokjin and Namjoon both looked confused, even if the oldest looked worried as well something told him that their lie were about to be up. But he couldn’t get himself to stop Jackson maybe it was time for their lies to stop. Namjoon placed a soft hand on Jackson’s shoulder. “I think you need to sleep.”

Somehow Jackson’s brain didn’t really register that it was actually Namjoon looking at him. “No you don’t understand!” He managed to spill more soju down the front of his tank top. “I love them both! Stupid pretty faces! But we are so deep into lies that it is just stupid at this point! Like Namjoon thinks Seokjin and me are dating, but I know that Joonie and stupid face Jaebum were just faking it to get Mark. But I haven’t told Seokjin since then he is going to fake break up with me and I don’t want to give that up.”

Jackson actually looked like he was about to cry with his face still turned towards the plushie as if he was talking to it, god he was way to drunk. Seokjin sighed, this was all a lot to take in, and he knew that him and Namjoon has a lot of things they need to talk about. But taking care of Jackson came first which was something they agreed on with just a nod between them.

When Jackson woke up the first thing he noticed was how his brain was trying to destroy the inside of his skull. The next thing he noticed was how he was cuddled into a bigger figure and what felt like a soft fur clad thing petting his naked thigh.

He tried to blink, clearing his vision and that was when he felt an arm around his waist and then he noticed what was happening he knew this body. “Joonie?” His voice was muddled with sleep and whiney from the hangover.

Namjoon who had been reading a book behind Jackson’s back looked down at the older cuddled up to his chest. “You are awake! That’s nice, I was worried that you were dying. You have been out for 12 hours. Seokjin is out for food he should be back soon.”

“What happened?” He knew he had started drinking after Seokjin and Namjoon had left, but after that it was just one big black hole in his memory. “Didn’t you guys go home?”

“Oh your high brain functions weren’t permanently damaged. I was worried you seemed… Not okay you threw up on yourself twice and then wouldn’t let us put more than underwear back on you because ‘you were way too hot to cover up, you would just burn the cloths off’ and then you saw a spider screamed and hid in my bed refusing to get out.” Namjoon giggled a little, some of his soft product free hair flipped in front of his eyes and Jackson had to actually grab his own hand to stop him from lightly brushing it away. “It was kinda cute.”

That would explain while Jackson was half naked, oh god he wanted to kill himself. “That is all that happened?”

“Yeah more or less,” Namjoon shrugged, “oh and you confessed everything to us as well, you should think about becoming an actor.”

Yeah Jackson would have to go and die, there was no other option. “I’m so sorry… I… I…”

“What about you let me talk for a while, plus I’m sure your head is hurting.” Jackson just nodded his head did hurt. “I have to admit it was a surprise, Seokjin and you were very good at faking it. Even though, is it really faking it if both of you want to fuck the other?” Jackson wanted to tell Namjoon that he couldn’t say stuff like that! Namjoon was supposed to be his sweet innocent little panther! Then again he had seen Namjoon’s porn, nothing innocent about that. “Why didn’t you just talk to us, ask either or both of us out? You know I hate lying.”

Jackson knew that, but he felt like it was a shot in the dark that Namjoon might actually like him as well. “Why didn’t you tell me instead?”

That made Namjoon blush and he looked away. “Well you had a boyfriend, and it is very common for birds only to date birds, if you haven’t noticed I’m a cat.” He looked embarrassed about it and Jackson knew enough about Namjoon to know what he was really saying which was ‘I didn’t think I was good enough for you’.

Jackson grabbed for the tail still stroking his upper thigh in a calming movement to lightly pet it “Who gives a fuck what is normal.” He sighed “Does Seokjin know?”

Namjoon nodded. “Yeah he was with me when you decided to confess to a plushie,”

“What did he think?” Jackson was ready for the worst case.

The younger just shrugged. “He likes you and me, and I like you and him, it is that simple.”

That was how to blow somebodies mind 101. “Are you actually kidding me? This… but… I… What?”

Namjoon giggled and just looked at him with a smile. “See this is what happens when you are truthful, we work stuff out.”

“So are we… all dating?” This was too much for Jackson’s still alcohol soaked brain.

The younger just shrugged the best he could laying down. “Of course not, we still need to talk stuff over. We need to do it when one of us isn’t either sleeping or blackout drunk. Jinnie and I know what we want, now we need to know what you want.”

“I want you… both of you! And it is so confusing, and my mind is like a big scramble and I don’t know what to do!”

“Just love us. It doesn't have to be more complicated than that, we just want to be happy and for you to feel happy as well.” Namjoon said it all like it was so simple, and Jackson felt like his whole world was spinning and not just from the hangover.

“Can I… Can I kiss you?”

He never got an answer, instead Namjoon leaned forward to kiss Jackson lightly on the lips. It was everything he had dreamed of it being. Namjoon’s lips were soft and like pillows under his own, he couldn’t stop himself from licking across the lips testing his luck trying to get a taste of the panther.

Namjoon just broke the kiss laughing. “You have terrible morning breath, and Seokjin was right, give you a hand and you take an arm!”

For the first time in a long while Jackson felt like everything was actually going to be okay, maybe…

It was okay, everything went fine in a way that was disturbingly fine actually. Seokjin had more or less moved into their dorm at this point and they had remodeled to push the beds together so they could all three cuddle together.

Jackson and Seokjin’s relationship still had spikes without a doubt, but Jackson had found himself to actually like it and the when they took it to far Namjoon was there to be the middle ground between them. Of course they all had issues between them, Namjoon sometimes felt he wasn’t good enough since he was so different than them in hybrid race. Jackson sometimes felt left behind when he didn’t understand an old joke between his boyfriends. And Seokjin just sometimes felt that he was too old for his boyfriends, that he sometimes had a habit of acting like a mother.

Luckily all their issues could be solved with cuddles and talking about them, which lead to something Jackson having a realization. He was somehow the least experienced and kinky person in this relationship, having dated and slept with the big count of one person, that being his boyfriend of 3 years Eric.

Namjoon was what surprised him the most, like yes he had seen what kind of shit the younger was into in porn. But it wasn’t often that what you saw as porn turned into what you actually were into. Also how the hell did Namjoon manage to fuck around without either him or Seokjin noticing, every time they would bring it up he would just plus and mumble. “I was experimenting it is healthy.”

They had all fucked around the last two weeks in pairs, both Jackson’s first time with Namjoon and Seokjin respectively were mind blowing. His endless battle for control with Seokjin was hot as fuck, ended with Jackson himself being on the bottom while Seokjin fucked himself on him. His moment with Namjoon was a lot more soft as expected, well as soft as it could be when Jackson had walked in on Namjoon ass in the air fucking himself with his tail, okay it weren't that soft.

Tonight was the first time they would have the time for all of them to be together for the first time, and Jackson felt like he were living the entire day with a hardon. Both of his boyfriends had seemed to decide that teasing the fuck out of him was a really good and fun idea!

Seokjin would let his hand run up Jackson’s inner thigh in the morning close to his crotch and lightly pet the coloured area of his neck with soft hands. Innocent right, yeah totally until Seokjin pressed what seemed to be remote into his hand, pointed towards Namjoon who had just gotten out of the bathroom blushing as Seokjin whispered into Jackson’s ear. “Let’s have some fun before tonight.”

Oh… OH!

Authors note:

One more chapter to go! also... I’m Back!

- Prussia

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