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minisugakoobies · 1 year

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Day 3 ❄️ MYG, JHS

Kinks: choking, spiked eggnog

Pairing: Bi!Yoongi x Bi!Reader x Bi!Hoseok

Genre: holiday, smut, porn with the barest of plots, Roommates!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, explicit drinking game, kissing (mxr and mxm), choking, hair pulling, hand job, undernegotiated kink, implied fucking (mxr), implied voyeurism, discussions of multiple sexual scenarios like oral sex (m and f giving, m receiving) and public fingering, Stoner!Hobi because that's my jam, Yoongi is once again the instigator because that is also my jam, also long-haired Yoongi warning

Word Count: 2.3K

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

Summary: Secrets come to light after your roommate spikes the eggnog

A/N: The genesis for this one came from a discussion in the group chat with @bangtanintotheroom and @herecomesjoon. Thanks to them for helping me brainstorm! 💜

Unbeta'd as usual.

Please don't be a silent reader 🥺 I'd love to know what you think! 💕

Day 2 ❄️ Kinkmas Masterlist ❄️ Day 4

New Year’s Day is always rough, but it’s honestly one of your favorite days. It typically finds you sleeping until noon, waking with a hangover, and recuperating on your couch watching dumb movies while one of your two roommates makes you something greasy and delicious to help you recover.

The remnants of last night’s party are still strewn about your apartment, plastic cups and streamers everywhere. The place looks like a festive tornado swept through it. But you don’t care, draining the bowl of haejangguk that Yoongi made for you. Your other roommate Hoseok sighs happily as he puts down his spoon.

“We should probably start cleaning,” he says, eyeing the mess around you. Typical Hoseok. Not even a killer hangover could stop his neatfreak ways. Even though you’d watched him drink his body weight in liquor last night, he looks remarkably refreshed, nary a dark circle under his eyes as he runs his fingers through his platinum blonde hair.

You groan, taking the empty bowls from your roommates and carrying them into the kitchen. “Please. Not now, Hobi. I’m still feeling all those shots from last night.” You dig through the fridge, hoping to find a sports drink hidden somewhere, but all you find is soju, and a giant bowl of eggnog. “Fuck, we didn’t finish the nog last night? There’s so much left.”

Yoongi pads into the kitchen. Unlike Hoseok, he looks sleepy, but that’s just his normal countenance. His dark hair curls over his ears, brushing his shoulders as he joins you at the fridge. “You know, we can solve those two problems at once.”

“Huh?”

He gestures to the eggnog. Then he wanders over to the counter where various bottles of liquor are still arranged from last night. He picks up a bottle of whisky.

“Bring me that bowl.”

It’s not a great idea, but it’s also not the worst, you conclude ten minutes later, sipping on a glass of spiked eggnog. Why not indulge in a little hair of the dog to get rid of your hangover? The bowl sits on your living room table for easy refills. You’ve curled yourself into a ball on the couch again, feet pointing towards Yoongi, who lounges at the other end. Hoseok’s sitting in the worn-out armchair the three of you found at a secondhand shop, legs splayed comfortably.

“How long is this stuff good for?” he asks, swirling his cup a little.

Yoongi shrugs. “Probably not too long, so drink up.”

Hoseok frowns. “It’s not exactly chuggable.”

“Then don’t chug it,” Yoongi replies calmly, earning a scowl from Hoseok.

“How about we play a game?” you ask, wincing slightly as you take another sip. “Lord, Yoongi, did you have to put the whole bottle in there?”

His lips quirk in a quick smirk before he raises his glass in the air. “Never have I ever… hooked up with a stranger on New Year’s Eve.” Then he takes a sip.

“Oh, I guess we’re playing already,” Hoseok says, also lifting his cup to his lips.

You keep your cup lowered. “Yoongi, the point is to make others drink, not yourself.”

His eyes glimmer. “Well, where’s the fun in that?”

“Me next,” Hoseok purses his lips. “Um, never have I ever… uh… kissed someone under the mistletoe.”

All three of you drink.

“Okay, I guess we’re doing a holiday theme, so… never have I ever gone to Christmas dinner with my family while completely stoned.”

Hoseok drinks while you grin. He rolls his eyes. “Laugh if you want, but it was the only way to survive. Anyway… never have I ever given a mall Santa a blow job.”

Yoongi takes another sip.

“Seriously?” you squeak.

He shrugs. “I liked his beard. And I told you that in confidence,” he points at Hoseok, as the blonde man’s honking laughter fills the room.

The game continues this way for a while, the three of you cashing in on the knowledge you’ve gained over your years of friendship to force one another to drink. As the bowl drains, the mood in the room gets sillier, the questions slide from holiday-themed to just generally explicit, and you start to wonder what will run out faster - the eggnog or the secrets you’ve kept tucked away about your roommates.

“Um…” you glance at the ceiling, slumped against the back of the couch, trying to think of another question. Yoongi has shifted as he’s grown drunk, sliding towards you so that his arm rests against yours, while Hoseok has turned sideways in his seat, his legs hanging over the arm. He’s currently staring at the wall, face redder than the Santa’s hat he wore last night. “Hobi. You good over there?”

He tilts his head slowly, like he’s really thinking about it. Then he favors you with one of his brightest smiles, the one that makes his eyes disappear. “Yes.”

You and Yoongi giggle, and Yoongi nudges you with his arm. “Come on, go.”

“Okay, okay. Never have I ever…” Your attention is diverted by the warmth of Yoongi’s hand, where it lightly traces wobbly circles on your thigh. It’s nothing new, the two of you cuddling on the couch like this. Both of your roommates are pretty touchy-feely and so are you. But the whisky and the game have fired up the horny part of your brain, and his touch is only adding fuel to the flames. Doesn’t help that you’ve always found him attractive. “Never have I said someone else’s name in bed.“

Hoseok drinks as Yoongi laughs.

“Look, it was an honest mistake - Soomin is really close to Sungmin!”

“Yeah, but Soomin’s brother was named Sungmin!” you shout. “She was sucking your dick and you called her by her brother’s name!”

Hoseok shrugs. “Well, maybe I had to think about him while she was doing that, because she was so shit at it. And he wasn’t.”

“Holy shit, Hobi,” you cackle, “you’re ice cold.” He just grins, shooting you a wink, and you feel it in the pit of your stomach. Why must both of your roommates be so hot?

Yoongi’s up. “Never have I ever been fingered on the bus.”

You shoot him a glare before taking a drink.

“Whoa, public fingerbang?” Hoseok’s eyes widen. He slips out of his chair, crawling towards the table to refill his drink. “I didn’t know you were an exhibitionist.”

“I’m not. Not really. I mean, sometimes things just kinda… happen… you know?” You set your glass on the table. “Did one of you crank the heat up? It’s really warm in here.” Tugging your hoodie off, you toss it on the back of the couch.

“It’s not warm, you’re just drunk,” Yoongi informs you.

“‘M not drunk, I’m pleasantly tipsy,” you state. You’re also losing your mind a bit now that Yoongi has switched things up, raking his fingernails down your thigh instead of lightly drawing shapes.

Hoseok, still on the floor, has also noticed the motion, his gaze fixed on Yoongi’s hand. His eyes bounce between the two of you for a moment before he speaks. “Never have I ever messed around with a roommate.”

Furtive glances fly around the room. No one drinks.

The drunken giddiness that once permeated the room is gone now. Instead, the air feels thick, almost hazy with a strange kind of frustration. You didn’t really notice it building until now, but it’s almost unmistakable.

You bite your lip, wondering if your next question is too much, asking it anyway. “Never have I ever masturbated while thinking about a roommate.”

All three of you drink.

Yoongi keeps the rim of his glass pressed to his lips, looking deep in thought as he ponders his next question. “Never have I ever wished a roommate would catch me masturbating.”

There’s a slight pause, and then you all drink. As if a switch has been thrown, the game speeds up, questions flying faster and faster.

“Never have I ever wanted to go down on a roommate.” Everyone drinks.

“Never have I ever wanted a roommate to go down on me.” Everyone drinks.

Yoongi, then Hoseok, then you. Each of you asking questions that are no longer pointed scenarios meant to make each other drink, but thinly veiled wishes coming to light. And every sip reveals that these wishes, these desires, are shared.

Hoseok slides around the table as the rounds continue rapid-fire, until he’s close enough to brush his hand against your bare leg. Between his fingers dancing up your calf, and Yoongi’s hand squeezing above your knee, you feel like your body is on fire.

“Never have I ever wanted to fuck a roommate,” Yoongi rasps, voice pitching low. Everyone drinks.

Hoseok’s fingers lock around your ankle. “Never have I ever wanted to get fucked by a roommate.”

Again, everyone drinks. You can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck, never have I ever wanted a roommate to kiss me,” you say, your words breaking as your question becomes a plea. Thankfully, Yoongi recognizes this, and he cups the back of your head to pull you in for a kiss.

You suck the whisky from his tongue as he plunges it between your lips. A groan sounds from deep in your throat. The hand not holding your head has now run beneath your shirt, blazing a path directly for your breast.

Hoseok hisses from the floor, gripping your ankle tightly enough to draw your attention. When you turn your head, he rises up on his knees to meet your lips. Where Yoongi’s kiss was deep and smooth, Hoseok’s is fiery and sharp, teeth biting as he slides his mouth down to your neck.

“Never have I ever wanted a roommate to choke me,” Yoongi husks, and Hoseok pulls away from your throat to stare at Yoongi as Yoongi grabs his glass to take a sip.

“Fuck, you’re into that?” you breathe, chest rising faster. Yoongi nods, and Hoseok straightens up, moving until he’s directly between the two of you on the couch.

Hoseok holds up his glass. “Never have I ever choked a roommate,” he smirks, tossing back the last of his drink.

The two men stare at each other. The tension between them makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Then they both lean forward, moving as if one until their mouths crash together. Yoongi whimpers when Hoseok’s fingers lace into his long locks, tugging to make Yoongi tip his head back, exposing his throat.

As Hoseok’s fingers wrap around Yoongi’s neck, you snatch up your glass and raise it over your head in a cheers to yourself. “Never have I ever watched my roommate choke my other roommate.” And you take a swig.

Yoongi’s hips buck upwards as Hoseok begins to squeeze, and your eyes are drawn to the bulge in his pants. Experimentally, not wanting to interrupt the frenzied kissing happening in front of you, you trail your hand along Yoongi’s thigh, close to but not touching his dick. He immediately jerks to the right, trying to thrust his hard-on into your outstretched palm.

Hoseok finally stops trying to swallow Yoongi’s tongue and lifts his head. His fingers relax a little. “Want more?” he asks the other man.

“Yes,” Yoongi exhales, voice barely a croak, and his eyes dart to you. “Touch me, please,” he moans, and then he curls his fingers into Hoseok’s shirt, yanking the man towards him for another kiss.

You quickly free his dick from his pants. He’s so warm in your spit-soaked hand, cock practically throbbing under your fingers as you start to stroke him. His hips jolt upwards when you tease the sensitive skin at the head of his dick, and he whines into Hoseok’s mouth, who groans in reply.

“Fuck, you two are so hot,” you mutter.

Hoseok’s fingers are once again digging into Yoongi’s throat, cutting off the man’s air, and Yoongi starts rutting into your hand faster than you’re jerking him off, so instead of you giving him a hand job he’s basically using your hand as a sex toy, and the thought of him using you in any way has you panting, thighs squeezing together in desperation. Hoseok notices your needy shuffling and he rolls his lips up Yoongi’s cheek to speak.

“Shit, you enjoying the show?” His darkened eyes and cocky grin sends a fresh wave of desire dripping out of you. “You’re next. If you want.”

“I want,” you mewl. “Fuck, I want!” You don’t even know what it is he means, making out or choking or more than that, but you want it anyway.

“Good.” The fingers twisted into Yoongi’s hair flex, tipping his head so Yoongi is forced to look Hoseok directly in the eye. “Just gotta get our boy here to come, and then it’ll be your turn. I bet he can’t wait to watch you come. Isn’t that right?”

Yoongi moans at Hoseok’s question. So do you. Hoseok grins, tightening his hand again. You surge forward and press your lips to Yoongi’s. You can feel his hand groping at your breast again as you lick into his mouth. His eyes flutter shut as Hoseok gives one last hard press.

When he releases his hold, Yoongi falls apart. His spray coats your hand, dripping thick and hot down your fingers while you stroke him through his orgasm. It’s not until his hips go still again that you stop.

Yoongi gasps as air rushes back into his lungs. “Oh shit!” He collapses against the armrest, breathing heavily. Hoseok sits back on his heels, looking quite pleased with himself.

Your hand is still coated in Yoongi’s release, another mess you should clean up, but again you don’t care. “Now what?” you ask your roommates impatiently.

Yoongi grins, reaching for his glass. “Never have I ever watched my roommates fuck.”

He takes a sip.

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gimmethatagustd · 7 months

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kiss-seokjin · 1 year

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Idol Superstar Event Auditions

Annyeong, ARMY writers! 2023 is only starting and with it a new generation of kpop groups will surely debut — and how would you like being part of one of them?

Managed by @lokidows-yooniverse, @luaspersona and @jinsquishes, the Idol Superstar Glow Event Company is officially open for auditions, and you can apply as a trainee to debut at the end of the year with your idol!au work!

How can I audition for it?

⇝ Read the following rules and guidelines.

⇝ Reblog this post.

⇝ Pay attention to the schedule! We won't accept any applications after May 1st.

⇝ Fill out this audition form (you will be tested on the form).

What do I need to do to be a trainee?

⇝ must be 18+ to apply;

⇝ every trainee is required to join the Discord server;

⇝ make sure your DMs are open to receive our invitation link;

⇝ anyone can apply regardless of blog size, background, ethnicity, sexuality etc.

⇝ if at any point during the event, you realize the idol life isn’t for you, just let us know! Life is happening for everyone, so we know stuff doesn’t always go as planned.

*Disclaimer: We will be checking the application once a week to administer applicants.

What are the requirements for my debut work?

⇝ it must be a BTS fanfiction.

⇝ at least one or more characters from the main pairing must be an idol (either the reader, the original character or one of the members).

⇝ we will accept mxm (member x member), mxr (member x reader) and mxoc (member x original character) works.

⇝ there’s no genre limitation (it can be smut, angst, fluff, crack etc.).

⇝ the work must have 500 words minimum.

⇝ it can be both SFW or NSFW — smut isn’t obligatory.

⇝ you can debut with more than just one work.

What works won’t be accepted?

⇝ pairings with other kpop idols (they can feature as side characters).

⇝ we won’t accepted already posted works: your contribution to the event must be original.

⇝ plagiarism, repost or translations won’t be tolerated.

⇝ works with non-specific warnings, such as: “warnings: smut” — please, be sensible.

⇝ the password you’re looking for is talk is cheap;

⇝ we won’t accept or tolerate* any of the following: rape/dub-con; abuse of any kind (physical, mental, emotional etc.); glorification of mental illnesses or eating disorders; glamorization of self-harm; sexualization of minors/pedophilia; graphic sexual assault; incest; kidnapping/stockholm syndrome; graphic violence (including suicide and murder); excessive gore (including vore), etc.

*disclaimer: we will accept your work if it only mentions or hints at the listed topics, but please state it clearly under the warnings.

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⇝applications: from January 1st to April 30th

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If you have any doubts about the requirements, feel free to reach out to the managers! We’re here to guarantee you have the best experience possible as an Idol Superstar Glow trainee!

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daemour · 1 year

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Welcome to the 3rd annual Ghibli Collab! Here is the 2021 and 2022 masterlists. I’m reopening this collab to the public so if youd like to join, more details are under the cut :)

About the Collab:

Write a fanfiction or create an art piece about or including a work from/for a Studio Ghibli movie! This includes soundtracks, characters, and the movies as an entirety.

Rules:

Anything goes! mxm, mxr is fine! If you're writing a story with Miyazaki characters, thats fine! If you're writing for a different fandom (i.e BTS), that's fine!

Art/gfx concepts are also allowed

Please mark your concepts if they'll include nsfw; all NSFW works will be in a different masterlist section.

Any length of story is fine!

Please use the tag #ghiblicollab23 when posting your work.

You may write/draw NSFW, but it is not required.

You can use the same movie as someone else.

Everything is due by the 14th of June!

To apply, please fill out the form linked here!

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cloudyhan · 2 years

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(This is a new account and I'm still learning the basics of Tumblr, so please be patient with me.)

~ I've seen people making rules of what they will and will not write, so I guess I'll do that!

• Yes, I take requests- just message me and I'll see what I can do.

• To start off, I'll write reactions for BTS and Stray Kids.

~ I'm willing to write the following:

• Angst (A)

• Fluff (F)

• Crack (C)

• Enemies to Lovers (EtL)

• Member X Reader (MxR)

• Member x Member (MxM)

~ For the MxR reactions, I will always make the reader gender-neutral (gn) unless someone requests otherwise.

~ Trigger Warnings will be added if needed.

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~ I am willing to write just about anything EXCEPT for smut, pedophilia, rape, or anything racially offensive.

~ Please- have a nice day and don't forget to drink water!

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ssscentral · 3 years

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Drawing Blood [Taehyung x Reader]

Summary: An attempt to get over a two year crush on your friend (and a suspected vampire) leads to interesting discoveries.

genre: angst, fluff, supernatural, vampire, god

warnings: death mentioned in passing

wc: 3.8k

member: Lillia || @moccahobi

a/n: Happy (late) birthday @voiceswithoutlips!

You fell into your bed, a headache developing as you screamed into your pillow. You’d hoped that a date would help clear up some of your emotional constipation like some detox but instead you were left even more confused and torn. That date was so nice.

Sure, you hadn’t been on many dates or even socialized much since you finally got a deadline for your next manuscript (and it in many ways felt more like two friends hanging out than a romantic date… but it was just one date… that could change). This was also by far one of the best dates you’d had. Jungkook was such a gentleman and you had so much fun.

You’d only met Jungkook last week, the man talking you up at the cafe you were writing at. He exuded confidence and you were drawn in by his detailed tattoos and soft voice (it’d helped as well that you could have sworn that you recognized him vaguely, although you couldn’t place where). Next thing you knew, the two of you were texting and excitedly making plans for a date at a small pizza shop that you immediately fell in love with. He was apparently a picky eater with a sensitive stomach, which reminded you so much of two of your friends (Seokjin and Taehyung), so he only had a few slices of pizza and one of the fancy drinks the shop sold (you suspected that Jungkook was a vampire and the drink was some fancy blood based drink but didn’t want to pry). Unlike Jungkook, you stuck with a simple soda to wash down your pizza, and unlike Jungkook you weren’t limited to a few foods (a perk of being a minor god probably).

In fact, Jungkook got a hoot at just how much you could eat (you didn’t tell him yet since it was just the first date, but as a minor god, you needed to eat a lot since you burned so much energy) and you got a hoot out of slowly eating the pizza as he eyed it with hunger. The man had a sensitive stomach, not a lack of taste and the pizza was damn good.

That being said, the night seemed to pass in the blink of an eye and soon enough the pizza shop was closing and Jungkook was walking you home. You offered for him to come in since the two of you were having so much fun but he didn’t take you up on that offer . Jungkook simply kissed you sweetly and said goodbye.

A sigh left you as you thought about the kiss, a ghost of the kiss still caressing your own lips still tingling at the idea of it.

Jungkook was so sweet!

But you didn’t think the two of you clicked romantically. At least not this date. You’d probably give it a few more dates, a seed of hope whispering to you that he might be what you need to get over a long term crush. That being said, what if he developed feelings and you didn’t and then a potential friendship was ruined?

It was an amazing date but the more you reflected on it, the less it felt like his romantic passes hit you as much. Sure, you felt giddy because of his soft kiss and the many compliments but was that because of Jungkook or because you wanted affection?

You’d been holding out for your crush to ask you out for so long and only recently settled on the idea that, despite the flirtyness of some conversations, he probably didn’t like you one bit. Seokjin was the one who urged you to go on a date with Jungkook. Seokjin was also the only one who knew about your crush on your mutual friend.

A comfort did come to you in the fact that Jungkook was busy tonight. You didn’t have to text him expressing how much you enjoyed the date yet. You had time to think through stuff and hopefully have a better understanding of what you did want.

With that thought in mind, you tried to clear your mind and fall asleep but after an hour, you still couldn’t. So you did what any logical insomniac did:

You rolled over and opened discord. Only one of your friends, Taehyung, was online and while you were torn about talking to your crush about your date, you also knew that he was dying to hear how your date went. Even if he was a tad suspicious about Jungkook (“who would just… walk up to you and talk?! That is extroverted… and extroverts are scary”), he was curious. Plus, with how sweet Jungkook was during the date, you were fairly positive that Taehyung would have to love Jungkook.

Right?

The more you thought about it, the less sure you were.

You shook your head.

Taehyung was an oddball you’d met back when you were a regular at the local library. He was the main person who worked night shifts and you were one of the few people who liked to be at the library at night. After a week of him stuttering welcome and goodbye when you were in the library, you finally worked up the nerve to strike up a conversation about a manga he was reading.

That was basically the start of your friendship with him.

After that night, he would help you procrastinate on your work by reading mangas together and that then evolved to getting breakfast together some mornings after his shift. Not surprisingly, that also evolved into a small crush. He was funny and kind and sweet and good looking. That being said, you didn’t think he liked you back. Sometimes he’d flirt but for the most part he actually seemed to not care about romance which is understandable. You had an inkling that he was a supernatural being of sorts and you understood how hard it was to indulge in romance when humans were often very scared of the supernatural. It took you so long before you even contemplated going on a date with non-gods (and even gods because relationships got messy between gods).

Despite your crush, he was a good friends and he was bound to be up at this time, unlike Seokjin or Jisoo. If you messaged one of them, they’d probably wake up just to scold you for being up so late.

Talking with Taehyung hadn’t turned out how you’d hoped though. You tried to show only the best parts so that he’d trust Jungkook more (and maybe also to try and make Taehyung jealous) but it seemed as if even the idealized store made Jungkook seem even more suspicious and you found yourself stopping Taehyung in the middle of a tangent, your headache growing. You liked Jungkook. You were still unsure if you liked him romantically but you did like him in a friendly manner… what was Taehyung seeing that was so strange?

Hell.

You thought that they were fairly similar.

Both seemed to work late nights. They both enjoyed dark red drinks. They both had an interest in fashion. They both had a similar humor. Both enjoyed games. You could go on. They were very similar.

Did they have some past conflict?

Taehyung was often overly protective of you. It was a struggle to have him accept your friendship with Seokjin but he was never this suspicious. Although that could have been because you were fairly positive they were friends before you became friends with either of them.

You tossed over in your bed, your mind becoming more clouded.

There were other friends that Seokjin and Taehyung shared that Taehyung was fairly determined to not let you meet. You had an inkling that Seokjin and Taehyung were either the same supernatural creature or were opposites which could explain why they fought… but Taehyung’s other friends? He chose them as friends, right? They would like each other. A tight knot formed in your stomach as you thought more about it. Taehyung didn’t have a problem with other people you were friends with (and some you knew for a fact were supernatural beings as well)… only those he knew previously… who from what you’ve seen in pictures, were fairly attractive bachelors…

Did Taehyung have a crush on you?

Well… fuck… that would make sense.

His original reasoning for not wanting you to go on a date was because Jungkook was extraverted… but so was Chae and Mina. He often checked in to make sure you got places safely and always jumped to hang with you. From what you’d gathered from some bruises that Seokjin and Taehyung sported shortly before Taehyung became ok with you being friends with Seokjin, there was also some sort of fight there. The more you thought about it, the more you were sure that the two fought shortly before Taehyung became ok with you two being friends.

The possible fight was just so odd in general. You brushed it off because both seemed to be fine but it most definitely made you a tad apprehensive of the two and you practically avoided them for a month after that. If it hadn’t been for them working to show that they were close for almost a year after that, you would have been close to dropping both of them.

Did that mean that Seokjin was trying to come onto you at first?

The knot in your stomach tightened uncomfortably.

He was friendly and somewhat flirty, but no more than he was for others! Were you just so oblivious?

No. You were fairly positive that he didn’t try to come onto you. Sure he was flirty for a little at the beginning of your friendship, but it dropped soon into your friendship.

Taehyung has known you for at least three years now though… Why hasn’t he made a move?

You got up anxiously. There was no way you’d be able to sleep tonight. Thoughts were racing through your head at the speed of professional track and field runners and they were all making you more anxious and confused. Nothing was adding up properly and a headache was blooming the longer you dwelled on it all… but you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

By five in the morning, you were exhausted and just wanted an answer.

Which is what led to you doing one of the most ballsy things in your life.

You texted Taehyung (in a long rambling paragraph) asking if he liked you romantically.

He most definitely saw it and shortly after went offline (or invisible). Surely he got off at 4:30 unless the next person was late. He should have time to respond. You took a deep breath and went to your small and shabby kitchen to grab a glass of water, hopeful that the water would add clarity to the confusion you were feeling.

As you sipped from your chipped cup, you tried to distract your mind from the many scenarios that were running through your mind. Every five seconds, your mind would stray again and you were once again forced to refocus on the world around you.

In another moment of focus on the present moment, an incessant knock at your door made you jump in shock. The knocking scared you at first (because who in their right mind would possibly be at your house at five in the morning) until you noticed the knocks happening in a pattern.

It was Taehyung.

The man child could never resist knocking in a pattern even if it was a serious situation. But why was he at your house?

If he didn’t have a crush on you, he could just text you that.

If he did… maybe that would warrant coming over?

Or maybe he was so mortified at you even thinking that you liked him.

Fuck. You hoped that wasn’t the case.

“Yeah! Open the door!” Taehyung’s shout pulled you out of your worries and you rushed over to let him in.

His work and home were both at least three kilometers away from your house and yet when you opened the door, he seemed to have barely broken a sweat nor was he gasping for air (which just further verified to you that he was some sort of supernatural creature). If you didn’t know his habits after work, you would have thought that he was already in your area when you texted.

“I don’t want to go out with you.” He stated as soon as he entered your house, his shoulders tense and eyes wide.

“Ok? You could have just texted me that.”

His wording was confusing but nonetheless, it cut like a sword. He didn’t like you and didn’t want to go out with you. It stung a little (maybe a lot… you did have a crush on him for a whole two years after all) to know that he didn’t like you but you’d been trying to accept that for a while so it was really just a confirmation of what you already knew.

It wasn’t important.

He was just a good friend. You were friends. Nothing more. Besides, you were hopefully starting something with Jungkook. It was good that Taehyung didn’t like you.

Totally.

You didn’t like him.

You didn’t want a relationship with him.

It wasn’t like you’d been crushing on him for a while.

“I did want to explain why I am so protective of you though. We’ve been friends for three years. I think you deserve to know at this point.”

“Taehyung… what?” You were conflicted at what he said, wanting an answer for his strange actions but also nervous for how this might change your relationship.

Before Taehyung continued, you led him to your living room, him taking a seat in a large chair that practically swallowed him whole as he brought his knees to his chest, and you taking a seat on a matching chair, leaning forwards in your seat.

He stilled as he spared you a quick glance and took a shaky breath in, “You know how humans and supernatural beings live together? Like… not a lot is shared and most talk about it is on the downlow?”

“Are you a supernatural being?”

He nodded slowly, not meeting your eyes, “I am a vampire… but not like a sparkly one or something!”

You snorted at that comment, “Taehyung, I have seen you in the sunlight. I know you don’t sparkle… I know some about vampires… but not a ton. Does it hurt to go into the sun? Clearly you don’t burst into flames but I thought it burnt.”

“Well… it irritates and we can get really bad sun burns…” Taehyung shifts uncomfortably, “We do some stuff to help mitigate it. Like the more skin we cover up, the less contact we will have with the sun.”

“Oh! Do you all have rings blessed by witches to help you venture into the sun?”

“No? Where did you hear that?” Taehyung laughs and shakes his head.

“A show?”

At that, more tension seemed to leave him as he laughed more and shook his head, “Nah. I mean… There is some jewelry that can help… but not really because a spell is on them.”

“Ok… so why does this relate to me going out with Taehyung? Wh-” And then it clicked.

“Is Jungkook a vampire? Wait… is Seokjin a vampire? Is that why you didn’t want us to be friends? But if he is… then what made you change your mind? Why are we even friends if you are suspicious about… wait… even if Jungkook and Seokjin are vampires, why didn’t you want us to be friends or date?”

A blush rose on Taehyung’s face as you kept stammering, “I am honestly surprised that you didn’t realize we were vampires earlier… especially after Seokjin-hyung and I’s bruises healed so quickly after our fight.”

“I mean… I’ve honestly had suspicions that you three were some sort of supernatural beings.”

“Really?”

“You all have weak stomachs. I rarely see you drink anything other than some nondescript red drink. You all work night shifts mostly.”

Taehyung laughed awkwardly, “I should talk to them about varying up their habits… I hope no one else has found out.”

“Are the three of you in the same coven?”

“Yeah”

You nodded slowly.

“So you’re… you’re not upset that we kept it from you?”

“I was more upset that you even fucking faught Seokjin! He’s part of your coven and your friend.”

“Yeah… I was…” Taehyung coughed and blushed more, “I fought him because I was worried. Seokjin doesn’t always have the best track record with humans. I mean… that was a while ago but still.”

Your brows furrowed some, visions of what Seokjin could have possibly done quickly playing through your mind like a movie going x5 the speed.

Older supernatural beings often didn’t have the best track record. You’d most definitely killed some beings in your time… but now you were tentatively curious and anxious about what he might have done.

You’d ask Seokjin later.

“Well… I was avoiding you after that so I didn’t really pay much attention to how fast your injuries healed. I was just glad that they healed.” You said, choosing to gloss over his comment on Seokjin.

He laughed, “Yeah. I figured. But… our fight… it was about you.” He coughed again, “I was worried about what he wanted with you. I don’t really remember how it became a fist fight… but he was teasing me about… stuff and then it devolved… but we’re good now. We have fights every once in a while. He is part of my coven and we’re bound to have some… conflict with how long we’ve been around.”

“What did he tease you about… if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oh… Uh. Nothing really.” Taehyung was practically as red as a tomato now.

You knew he was covering for something but you didn’t have it in you to probe more on that topic at the moment.

“So you were apprehensive about Seokjin because he has, in the past, not been the best with humans… why are you so worried about Jungkook then? He seems like a nice guy to me. Didn’t give me any creepy vibes… although Seokjin didn’t.”

“Uh… well he is also in my coven.” Taehyung finished softly, eyeing you shyly once again.

You eyed him from where you were now sitting in your kitchen, waiting for him to continue.

Yet Taehyung didn’t continue.

He just continued to shyly glance at you before looking away, his face practically radiating heat from how badly he was blushing.

Your heart sped up some.

Being part of his coven should be a good thing, right?

Covens are like family… So why was going on a date with Jungkook so bad?

Why was Taehyung talking about humans so much?

Why was Taehyung blushing so much?

What was it that Seokjin brought up that led to a physical conflict?

You asked about him having a crush on you. Why did he say he didn’t want to date you instead of him not having a crush on you? Were you just reading too much into it?

“Why is that of importance?” You finally asked when a whole minute passed and Taehyung didn’t continue.

“Well… uh… I might not have told the whole truth when I arrived?” His voice was soft and cautious as he kept eyeing you cautiously, “I… Uh… I said I didn’t want to go out with you… but uh… I do…”

You couldn’t hear what he said after that though, his voice too soft as he looked away shyly (curse you not being born as a being with sensitive hearing).

“What? Can you repeat? I didn’t hear the ending.”

Taehyung coughed and took a deep breath, “I d-do like you… I just… because I am a vampire I won’t die. You… a human will… I… I’ve had a past relationship that happened like that… and I can’t handle that again.”

You took a deep breath, your mind even more confused than before, and grabbed his hand gently, “Taehyung, I am so sorry you had past relationships like that, but… you thought I was human?”

He nodded slowly, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“I… I’m a minor god? Didn’t I tell you that I spoke for the trees once?”

“What?”

“I am a minor god… I rule over the forests of this region… I’ve been around for at least a century… Probably more but I didn’t keep track of time until I left the woods.”

His eyes were wide as he stared at you, slowly blinking.

You nodded slowly, “Here I thought that all the talk in my manuscripts about the woods made it obvious that I was in some way connected to them.”

A slow blink.

“Or what about the time that we literally were in a park and I told you to stop climbing the trees because they were weak.”

Another slow blink.

“All my plants?”

“I literally just thought you were a plant loving person. I’ve met more of those types of people. Hell, Namjoon hyung, another person in my coven, is obsessed with plants.”

This time it was your turn to slowly blink.

“What about the trips I do to shrines? The gifts delivered to my house?”

“I just assumed you were spiritual and popular with readers.”

“Either way… your worry about me dying? Not likely. It’s possible like it’s possible for you to die… but not really something that is likely to happen.”

Taehyung simply looked at you wide eyed, his jaw slack and shoulders sagging. A small laugh left you at his expression as you gently patted his hand, “So… you have a crush on me?”

“Bu-I” Taehyung shook his head slowly, not looking you in the eyes, “Yes? But you are dating Jungkook now so I guess I missed my chance?”

At that you took a deep breath in, “I mean… if I am honest… I had fun with Jungkook but I really only accepted a date because I was trying to get over a crush I have on this really cute vampire… I had suspected him to be one for a tad but didn’t bring it up because I really didn’t think he liked me back.”

“Do you like Seokjin?” Taehyung interjected, his eyes wide as he gripped your hands tightly, “He said that he’d make you like him! He literally kept flirting with you and trying to make passes until I confronted him! Damn it!”

“Taehyung. I don’t like Seokjin-- although I did suspect him to be a vampire too. I like you. And while I had fun with Jungkook, I felt no romantic feelings for him on the date.”

“I- really?”

You nodded.

“And the chances of you passing are low?”

You nodded.

A heavy sigh left Taehyung and it was like he was deflating, “Thank fuck.”

You pulled him into a tight hug, laughing lightly at his comment, “So… with all that out in the air… Would you like to go on a date with me later today, Taehyung?”

“I might appreciate you telling Jungkook that there will be no future dates first… but yes.”

“Thank fuck. I think that’s something I can do easily.”

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Magic Hands

Summary: Two of your best friends come over for game night, but mother nature has other plans in mind. Being a woman sucks, but your friends offer you their talented hands to help you feel better.

Pairing: Jimin x f. Reader x Taehyung

Genre: Smut, NSFW

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, threesome, sexy sandwich, pre-period symptoms, sexy massage, language, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), kissing (fxm and mxm), overstimulation kink, begging kink, hinting at Taehyung having a foot kink but there is no actual foot action, I’m sorry Taehyung is just so kinky in this, Princess pet-name, lots of breast action, maybe something considered food play and cum play, dom Jimin and Taehyung (slightly switches towards each other).

Word Count: 4,242

A/N: This is completely self-indulgent and it wrecked me writing it. Thanks grammar god @rougebangtan so much for beta reading this! I appreciate your help so much. I’ve learned so much from your feedback, and you’ve really helped strengthen my writing. Thanks friends in the ghostie discord who helped inspire me and hype me up to write this. I appreciate all of yall!

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It was almost that time of the month.

The one that you felt served no purpose except to biologically torture you.

Yes, that time of the month. You absolutely hated it.

Despite the extra pillows you added, the chair was doing no favors for your aching back. You groan as you shift in your desk chair, leaning forward to better massage the lower muscles causing you pain, and your breast brush against the table in front of you. The groan deepens as your oversensitive mounds press lightly against the hard surface.

You’d think you’d have your period down by now as an adult, but no, your body loved to keep throwing curve balls at you. For the last few months, the pre-period symptoms have been worse for you than the period itself. The week before your period, you would suffer from lower back pain, which at first had worried you, but you figured out, it was a normal part of PMS.

Your breasts also suffered more now than they used to, as well. They would easily become oversensitive, with your nipples always erect, and trying to poke through the clothing you wore over them. It doesn’t help that your breasts were stuffed into your tight-fitting bra. The mounds swelled in size, increasing in both firmness and tenderness, despite all logic. At this point, you worried you may have to go shopping for a new bra size exclusively because of those symptoms.

Oh god, all the extra hormones made you always horny too. Not that you weren’t normally, but now you were extra horny all the time. The sound of your phone vibrating angrily on your desk makes you stop your weak ministrations to check the message.

Jimin: y/n, we’re here!

Jimin: Why aren’t you answering the door!

Jimin: Let us in!

You see the three dots bouncing at the bottom of the screen, meaning Jimin is adding more messages to your chat. The man was always impatient and desiring attention.

You: I’m coming!

After standing up, you put your arms up above your head in order to give your back a good stretch before you make your way out of your room, and towards your door with quick steps. You swing the door open to see your two friends, who you had invited over for, which had now turned into, a poorly timed game night. You kind of wanted to ditch and just make a nest in your bed, but you’d feel bad canceling on your friends.

Jimin is leaning against the wall next to your door. Phone in his hands, he looks up excitedly when you open the door. He does his little habit of running his hand through his blonde hair, and his long earrings sway at the motion. Jimin is dressed smartly in his black shirt with a deep V-neck, with a necklace falling slightly below his exposed collarbones. Despite his shorter stature, compared to your other guy friends, his legs look endlessly long in those black jeans and a black belt wraps around his thin waist.

Taehyung, the other friend invited to game night, had his head tilted back to look at the sky as he waited for you to open the door, his Adam’s apple prominently displayed. He sported a peaceful expression as he glanced at you. His light caramel hair peeked out from his red snapback. His lithe form was hidden underneath a large cozy white shirt and dark pants while a combination of studs and rings lined the lower part of his ears. Two large plastic bags could also be seen hanging from his hands by his side.

“Finally.” Jimin huffs at you despite a smile being on his lips.

He pulls you into a hug which you gladly accept. You turn your head to make a face at Taehyung behind Jimin’s back, trying to distract yourself from the sensation of your chest smushed up into Jimin’s. The tall man laughs at the both of your antics. "I'm going to set this inside.” Taehyung holds up the bags when you try to peek in them, and you spot a variety of snack, chips, drinks, and box of strawberries.

“Thanks, Tae.” You coo fondly when you see your favorite snack. Just the distraction you needed. Taehyung nods, and walks past you and into your home comfortably, heading straight for the kitchen.

“Jimin.” You tap his back trying to signal the hug had been going on for a little too long. It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward, at least. “Time to go inside.”

Instead of letting you go, the blonde man tightens his grip on you. He starts waddling you backwards and into your house.

“Jimin, let go.” You giggle happily.

“But what if I don’t want to?” He retorts and laughs as the two of you backtrack into your living area slowly.

“How are we going to beat Tae at videogames if one of us can’t see the tv?” You question after you finally come to a stop. You can hear the sound of crinkling plastic bags behind you as Taehyung placed the assorted snacks behind you, on the kitchen counter.

Jimin pulls a fake look of seriousness that makes you laugh. “You have a mirror somewhere we can use, right?”

“Do you know how hard that would be? No way.” You hit his chest as you lean back from his hold. He just grins at you.

“Well, you know I can’t let you go until you say the magic words.” He raises an eyebrow.

“I am not saying that.” You roll your eyes.

“Well, then.” His fingers flex against their hold on your sides in warning.

“No, don’t you-” Your retaliation turns into a shriek as the man tickles your sides.

“Say it.” Jimin continues.

You can barely say anything with how much you’re laughing and squirming. It’s unfair.

“Oh, sweet Jimin–” You get out somehow between laughs. “The cutest angel– ow, ow.” In the midst of your squirming, your back turns just the right way for spasms to rack across it.

Instantly, Jimin stops his tickling and unravels his arms around your form. He takes a tentative step back to give you room. “Are you ok, y/n?”

“Jimin, don’t kill her.” The sound of rustling plastic stops as Taehyung turns to look over at the two of you. He frowns as he sees you leaning slightly to the side, trying your best to ease the spasming muscles on your back.

“I’m fine.” You strain out. “My body’s just been hurting for a couple days now. It’ll go away soon.”

“y/n, I’m so sorry.” Jimin laments sadly. His hands are still frozen in the air, wanting to help inspect you as his eyes roam over your form instead.

“Did you get rid of that crappy chair yet?” Taehyung questions, the sound of bags crinkling once again, as he resumes his task.

Just how many snacks did he buy?

Jimin’s face turns serious as he goes to move around you and towards your room. “I told you to get rid of that piece of junk.”

“No, no, no.” You reach out and grabbing Jimin’s wrist quickly.

He stops immediately at your touch and glances back at you. Despite the chair being a piece of junk, you don’t want him to throw it out. You have other things to spend money on. Plus, it’s not really the problem this time. “It’s not the chair, Jimin, I swear. Don’t throw it out.”

Jimin eyes you critically. “So, if it’s not that, then what?”

“Errr…” You avoid eye contact as you quickly try to think of a lie and avoid Jimin’s skeptical face. “Wow, Taehyung sure bought a lot of snacks. We should help him out.”

You quickly let go of Jimin’s arm and, in order to seem nonchalant, you try to brush past him in the same manner he did earlier to you. But, of course, he won’t let you escape so easily and moves to secure you by the wrist.

It's your turn to look back at him now. The look he gives you makes your heart pound. It’s so caring, but there is a touch of sadness in his eyes. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I know, Jimin.” You sigh as you look at the ground, suddenly so much more interested in your feet now. “It’s just… I’m… about to start my period.” You stumble through the words and just decide to get it over with. It may be awkward, but your friends are good at saving a good time.

“…Oh!” Jimin drops your arm, and runs his hand through his hair nervously. “I’m sorry I was pushing.”

“It’s just parts of my body aches right before my period.” You start speaking quickly. “It’s quite normal for the lower back to hurt before it starts.”

Oh god, why won’t the words stop now.

“It’s only started happening the last few months so I’m not quite used to it yet.”

Why are you telling them all of this unnecessary information?

“I would kill for a massage.” You finally end with a cringe.

“If you want…” You look back at Jimin who speaks up with slight hesitation. His hands are clasped together nervously, “…I could give you a massage?”

“He’s got quite the magical hands, you know.” Taehyung shouts from across the room. Jimin wiggles his fingers, gaining confidence at his friend’s words.

“…If you wouldn’t mind?” You tilt your head after pondering the idea, smiling sheepishly at your friend. “I’d appreciate it Jimin, thanks.”

“It’s not a problem.” Jimin twirls a finger, signaling for you to turn around. “I wish I could have helped you earlier.”

“If your hands really are magical, I’ll text you my period tracker.” You turn around, chuckling.

You feel the warmth of Jimin’s body move closely behind yours, and his breath tickles your neck giving you goosebumps. Warm hands are placed on your shoulders and start kneading, slowly working their way down. You hum appreciatively, his hands do feel nice.

Now facing the kitchen, you gasp as you notice the crazy number of snacks lined up on the counter. “Taehyung!”

“It’s not enough, isn’t it?” Mumbles Taehyung as he looks at the pile. An open box of strawberries is in his hand, a couple already devoured by the strawberry lover.

“It’s too– oh, Jimin, right there.” You practically moan as you become putty in his hands.

“This good?” He asks as his hands rest at the base of your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into the center of your lower back.

You nod your head up and down quickly to show your appreciation.

“Good.” He hums as he maneuvers your bodies so you can lean against him, and rest your head back on his shoulder. His hands fit between your bodies, pulling lightly at your shirt. “Is it ok if I reach under?”

“Yeah.” You jump slightly when his skin touches your own, making him chuckle.

You are suddenly all too aware of the position the two of you are in. His thighs grazing yours, feeling every inch of his hard chest against your back, his fingers circling pleasantly into your tired muscles, and his breath sweeping over the side of your face as he looks down at you in concentration. You close your eyes and hide your face into his neck, everything becoming just a little bit overwhelming for your over sensitive body.

“Want one?” You turn your head, and open your eyes to see Taehyung holding a strawberry in front of your face.

“Thanks, Tae.” You mumble. lifting your head from its resting place on Jimin, but before you could reach up to take the offered fruit, you feel it brushing softly against your lips.

Taehyung is eyeing your lips intensely before they move up to make eye contact with your own. He prods the strawberry against your lips a little harder, and you open your mouth in response. He smirks as he slides the strawberry into your mouth until it reaches the base. You close your mouth around it and bite the fruit, the sweet flavor filling your mouth.

Taehyung’s thumb swipes at your bottom lip, wiping off the strawberry juice, before he slides the digit into his mouth, sucking it clean. “Tasty, isn’t it?”

You whimper at the ache you feel between your legs. Thighs rubbing together unconsciously, you realize how wet you at that moment, from the slickness that coats your panties, smearing your upper thighs.

Taking a deep breath, you to try to clear your mind. “O-Ok guys, I think I’m good. Thanks for the special treatment. So, I’ll um, go set the games up now.”

Jimin grips onto your waist before you can bolt. “You’re still so stiff though. Are you sure?” His hands prod at a sensitive spot making you tense as he works the muscle out. It’s slightly painful, but pleasurable at the same time.

“I have magic hands too.” Taehyung mimics the hand wiggle Jimin preformed earlier. “You said ‘parts of your body ache’,” Taehyung air quotes, “Where else hurts? Are your feet sore?” He questions almost hopefully.

You turn your head to the side indignantly, “No, they’re fine. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough today, though. So, don’t worry about it.”

“You didn’t embarrass yourself.” Jimin reprimands, pinching you lightly.

“Ow.” You tilt your head back again to try to give him the best glare you can manage, but instead it looks more like an adorable pout which makes him laugh. “Don’t laugh, ok? I’m not going to ask you to massage my breasts.” You blurt out.

Jimin’s hands freeze and you feel his form stiffen behind you. The atmosphere around you changes. It feels just as heady as you feel when Jimin looks at you with dark eyes.

“If you want me to do that, I can.” Taehyung replies casually and confidentially.

You whip your head back towards Taehyung, your eyes wide with surprise. He’s rubbing his hands together before intertwining his fingers and stretching his arms out in front of him.

“But we– I– is this ok?” You squeak out, somehow. Your nerves are haywire as your brain runs through all the scenarios.

Will this make things awkward later? What does all of this mean?

Taehyung looks over your shoulder to the man behind you. Nodding after their silent conversation, Taehyung steps forward until he’s directly in front of you, barely standing an arm’s length away.

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine.” Taehyung shrugs. “I’ll pull out the Mario Kart, and feed you more strawberries, but if you do-” Taehyung finishes his sentence, closing the distance, and effectively sandwiching you between him and Jimin.

Your breath hitches as Taehyung slides his hands up your side, stopping just before the curve of your breasts to purr, “I promise I’ll make you feel better.”

Those words break the dam of your lust, and causes warmth to spread all over your body. You whine pitifully, words lost to you. Your back arches automatically, chest desiring the sensation of touch.

“Use your words, y/n.” Jimin whispers huskily into your ear, making a shiver go down your spine. You feel the smirk on his lips as they skim your lobe.

Screw the fucking consequences.

“Please.” You beg quietly, voice barely above a whisper. “Touch me, make me feel good.”

Both men make noises of approval. You feel the sounds rumble from their chests on both of your sides. Large hands reach up and cup your breasts over your clothes. Taehyung’s fingers knead your breasts carefully as you whimper, both out of pain and pleasure.

“It’ll be ok, Princess.” Taehyung reassures, “Just have to work out the kinks.”

“Just relax.” Jimin leaves a light, feathery kiss behind your ear. His lips skim down to your neck, nose brushing at your jaw encouragingly. Your head tilts to the side automatically to give him more access. He continues pressing his thumbs into your lower back. “We got you.”

With weak legs, faint pants come from your parted lips. You lift your arms to wrap them around Taehyung’s neck. It’s all too much, but, at the same, you still need more. So, you brush your lips lightly against Taehyung’s who immediately reciprocates. It starts off slow, but turns hungry quickly.

You moan into his mouth, and Taehyung uses that moment to invade your mouth with his tongue, passionately exploring. Your hands reach into his hair, knocking his hat off in the process, and weave into his soft locks. His lips only leave yours after you tug his hair slightly, your breath heavy as you try to regain some oxygen.

“Can I take my shirt off?” You pant out, your voice coming off a little breathless. “Need to feel more.”

Taehyung’s hands leave your chest. “Raise your arms,” He commands.

You untangle your hands from his hair, now sticking up in different directions, and you raise your arms above your head, just as you are told. Grabbing the ends of your shirt, Taehyung slowly pulls it up, exposing your skin inch by inch. Once it is off, he throws it off to the side.

Jimin looks over your shoulder to ogle the sight of the cleavage spilling out of your bra. “You’re so much bigger now.” His hands slide up your back up to your bra strap. “Do you want this off, too?”

“Yes.” You croon, sighing contently as Jimin’s fingers nimbly undo the claps, chest now free from its constraints.

Taehyung slides the straps off your shoulders before tossing the garment to the side, as well. His hands return to your chest making the both of you moan. You do it out of sensitivity, but he cramps up at the sensation of his fingers kneading into the soft yet firm flesh. Cleavage spills around his large, splayed out hands, and he is fascinated at the sight.

Jimin’s hands rub lower down your back, more so than they were before. His fingers dip slightly under your pants and brush along the top of your ass. You moan wantonly and unashamedly when Taehyung brushes your erect nipples, and circles his thumb around them almost lazily.

“What else, Princess?” Asks Taehyung, licking his lips in anticipation.

“My ass.” You whimper and Jimin hums in response, eager for you to continue. Which is exactly what you do. “Want you to grope it, Jimin.”

Jimin’s hands slide as much as they can into your pants, but they hindered slightly by the clothing. “Tae...” He whines miserably.

“On it.” He grunts and the coldness his hands leave behind after they’re removed from your chest makes you whine.

Taehyung chuckles at how needy you are as he unbuttons your pants and slides the zipper down. Jimin’s hands now slide freely down to your ass in-between your pants and underwear. He starts groping your ass, just as you requested.

“I need your mouth on them, Tae.” You arch your back even more to better display your breasts.

Taehyung eyes your breast heaving up and down as you do your best to breathe. “On these?” He teases as one hand comes to pinch and pull a hard nipple, the other moves to your waist and rubs circles into your skin.

“Ah!” you keen and your hips rock unintentionally, making both men moan at the friction. “Yes, there Taehyung, fuck.”

Licking his lips hungrily, Tae quickly descends onto a nipple. Your moans become louder as he sucks and bites on it, while the other continues to get pinched and pulled between his deft fingers.

The fingers on your ass slide down between your legs and feel the slicking gathering on your thighs. “You’re so wet.” Jimin moans, hips swiveling into yours. The action causes yours to rot rut into Taehyung’s, who returns the action with a moan of his own.

“You’re so spoiled.” Jimin chuckles darkly as he feels more of your essence drip from your panties. “Do you want us to take care of this too, Princess?” He asks, adopting Taehyung’s pet name for you.

“Fuck.” The feeling of Jimin’s hands teasingly tracing your underwear is driving you mad. “I want-” You murmur shakily before you rethink your sentence, and inhale sharply. “I need you to.”

“Need me to what?” Jimin continues to tease, hand now sliding gently over the wet fabric and right over your core.

“Jimin.” You whine, hoping he would just push the soaked clothing aside and touch you where you desire it most, but he continues his feather touches.

“Please, touch my pussy.” You beg. “Rub my clit.”

“Your wish is my command.” Jimin moans with you as his fingers slip past your underwear finally, and feels how truly drenched you are. His finger swipes at your entrance, up your slit, and begins to rub your engorged clit.

“Ooohh yes, fuck yes, Jimin.” You chant over and over, hips rocking into his hand and thus also into Taehyung.

“Fuck.” Taehyung groans as his mouth leaves your breast. His blown-out eyes look down between your bodies to see your exposed panties peeking through your unzipped jeans. The thin material does nothing to hide how Jimin’s hand is caressing your cunt and clit.

Tugging on the top of your jeans, Taehyung kneels down in front of you, pulling your pants down with him. His eyes are now level with your core, and he watches Jimin’s hand work before he loops his fingers into the tops of your underwear. Slowly, he pulls the material down, a rope of slick coming down with it.

“No, don’t stop.” You whine as Jimin stops rubbing your clit.

His fingers find your lower lips and spread them open with both his hands, fully exposing you to Taehyung. Taehyung’s hands come to rest on your slick thighs, pushing on them to encourage to spread yourself more, which you comply to easily.

“Fuck, soon you’ll be begging me to stop.” Taehyung looks up at you as his breath ghosts your cunt. “Switch, Jimin.”

Jimin’s fingers let go of your lips and reach up to your breasts aching for attention. His wet hand gropes your swelling boobs, rolling your nipples under his slick palm.

You watch as Taehyung’s mouth closes the distance between him and your pussy, his hot, hard tongue following the same pattern of Jimin’s fingers. The muscle teases your entrance before sliding up and down your slit a few times until he reaches your clit. He gives the bundle kitten-licks as he savors the way your face fleetingly twists in pleasure, his eyes carefully catching each expression.

“Ooh, Tae,” You tangle your fingers into his hair once again, encouraging him to get closer, to go deeper. He envelops your clit in his hot mouth and sucks hard, making you scream. “Tae!”

Your moans never stop, instead, they only increase in volume; especially as Taehyung slides one hand further up your thigh, and gathers your fluid with it before sliding his fingers into your tight hole.

“You’re so fucking tight.” Taehyung groans between your legs and his voice sends vibrations through your very core. He moves his finger in and out of you, stretching you before he adds a second. His wrists flick rapidly as he fucks you with his fingers. “Such a needy girl.”

You cum quickly with a scream. Stars line up your vision at the powerful orgasm. Jimin holds your twitching body up as Taehyung continues to fuck your clenching hole with his fingers while licking the cum clean that drips from his fingers. Your orgasm ends, but Taehyung keeps going, now sucking and nibbling at your clit again. “Too much, too much.” You pull at Taehyung’s hair, trying to pull him away. He doesn’t relent, intent on keeping his word from earlier.

Strong arms from behind wrap around you, and pull you away from the kneeling man, whose face glistens from your cum. “Taehyung, you need to give her a break.”

Bless you Jimin, you beautiful angel.

“It’s my turn next.” His grip on you tightens, almost possessively like a child holding their favorite toy.

Wait, what?

“Fine, but I really want her to hear her beg more.” Taehyung stands up and stalks toward the both you.

“If she’s up for it,” Jimin shrugs, “it’s fine by me.” You’re not sure if he’s supporting you or signing your death warrant.

Once Taehyung reaches you, he grabs your chin between his fingers to hold you still as he kisses you deeply. His tongue easily slips into your mouth, and you taste yourself from his mouth.

He ends the kiss, wiping the back of his hand along his mouth. “Tasty, isn’t it?”

Jimin’s head suddenly reaches over your shoulder, pushing you in between him and Taehyung, as his lips reaches the other man’s. It’s a messy kiss, Jimin practically eating out Taehyung’s mouth. You stare at the scene, heat once again pooling between your legs.

“Divine.” Jimin says as he breaks the kiss and licks his lips. He starts waddling you backwards towards your room in the same fashion as he did earlier.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you so hard into that chair of yours. it’ll break. Then, you’ll have to buy a new one.”

Taehyung laughs as he follows along, eyeing your form now being practically dragged away by Jimin.

“Jimin, nooo.” You whine, not pleased at the prospect of buying another chair, which they seemed hell-bent on turning true. “The bed works perfectly fine.”

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the art of war | jhs

PAIRING royal Hoseok x reader

GENRE royal au. arranged marriage au. enemies to lovers. friends to enemies to lovers.

RATING 18+. EXPLICIT.

WC 5.1K

SUMMARY The bells are tolling and you've just been married to a man you despise on Christmas Day. On your wedding night, locked alone in a room with him, tensions are rising. And so is the past.

WARNINGS enemies to lovers and banter during and before sex. use of she/her pronouns to refer to reader. multiple orgasms. fingering. praise kink. handjob. unprotected sex. creampie.

AN HAPPY BIRTHDAY @xjoonchildx!!!!!!! while this was supposed to be a drabble, the muse (dearest Hobi) has been singing especially so recently and I couldn't help myself... ANYWAYS. I am wishing you the warmest, most joy-filled birthday and year ahead of you, you deserve the entire world. Sending so much love.

And a special thank you to @dntaewithluv who read this and somehow convinced me adding 1k extra of foreplay would be a good idea.

THE ART OF WAR

The wedding bells have long since stopped their tolling, but you swear that your ears are still ringing. From the choir of twenty, from the glockenspiel that rung out above your heads as you ran from the church, from the far-too-raucous reception.

Far-too-raucous because you couldn’t comprehend how anyone could be celebrating you marrying a man you couldn’t stand in a sham of an arranged marriage. Well, your mother wouldn’t call it a sham. She would call it one of her best business moves. You, on the other hand, had a very different sentiment about it all.

You watch as Hoseok, your now husband—! the word sounds so foreign on your tongue—shuts the door behind him and throws you a small smile. It’s not the first one you’ve received from him tonight, though the others read more like the others are looking, grin and bear it, while this one seems more an accident. More, I’m so tired of this bullshit. I know you are too. But a moment after the soft expression fills his face, he’s quickly rearranging his features to something stoic, cold.

Still. Though the kind gesture shocks you and runs like ice through your veins, you don’t return the smile.

Instead, you turn towards the vanity that sits in the corner of the room.

Before you in the mirror, you hardly recognize the scene: you, in a white poof of a wedding dress, every inch the daughter of a duchess. And Hoseok, behind you, Hoseok, in his wedding regalia, the sword still tucked into his belt, Hoseok, loosening his collar. You watch as his long fingers reach and bend, his touch gentle but commanding.

But there is a small part of you that does recognize this, that remembers this, from some long forgotten daydream. A daydream of you and Hoseok, together.

You and Hoseok hadn’t always been bitter. There was a time when you were children, teens even, when you would have called him your friend. Your best friend.

There was a time when you two would crawl under the bed when your parents came calling that it was time to go, desperate to spend “Five more minutes!” together. There was a time when he used to climb the oak tree in your backyard after scaling the stone wall, and slip in through your window. A time when you would lay, side by side, staring up at the yellow paper stars that you never bothered to take down from the ceiling as you grew older. You’d tell him it was too high to reach. But when the taller boy offered to take them down for you, you’d shake your head and say you’d do it yourself, secretly happy to have avoided the funeral of your favorite decorations.

Those stars still hung above your bed in your parents manor, though these days their gaze felt more like a bad memory than anything twinkling and good. Maybe it was time to take them down after all.

As you and Hoseok had grown out of childhood, things changed. There was never a specific point that you could locate as the beginning of the end. And there were good years too, years teetering on the brink of tension and unspoken words. Years where you had grown so close that the others thought of you as destined. You would ride into the forest together in the middle of the night, stealing horses from the stable, only to go skinny dipping in the moonlight. You would write letters to one another, letters you still kept tucked beneath your bed, too afraid of what you would lose if you threw them out.

But as you neared your eighteenth birthday, Hoseok had grown more withdrawn. He would disappear for long hours into his room. And soon withdrawn became coldness as you found him shutting doors quickly behind him with a hard look in his eyes, like he had something to hide.

And the truth was, you did have something to hide. You’d taken up an interest in the art of war, particularly hand-to-hand combat. As a young woman in this day and age, it was forbidden for someone like you, especially someone of noble birth, to participate in such a craft.

When you had finally mustered up the courage to tell him that you were no longer meeting up for midnight rides because you were training instead, he had said something that had your blood running cold.

“War will never be for women.”

“War ought to be for no one,” you had spat back quickly. “So who’s to say it can’t be for me!”

The conversation had devolved into harsh words and harsher sentiments. That was the last time you both had spoken for years.

Until one morning your mother had waltzed into your room with what she had called “thrilling news.”

Thrilling news that had landed you in a white dress with Hoseok at the end of the aisle, his gaze locked on you as the bells tolled and you walked towards your fate.

At first it’s just a glance. Hoseok looking over his shoulder at you as you tinker with the bow on an unopened wedding gift, left on your vanity. It’s just one glance.

But one glance turns into a second. His gaze skating over you as you begin to undo the intricate updo that you had insisted on earlier but now regret.

“You missed one.”

“I didn’t.”

But before you can really argue with him, before you can really absorb what he’s said as an insult about your personal ability to undo your own hair, he’s gliding across the room and plucking a pin out of the back of your head.

You hold your breath in shock. His fingers linger.

Your eyes catch in the mirror and hold for a second that stretches into eons. And then you come back to yourself. You don’t thank him. You simply snatch it out of his hands with a little huff and go back to what you’re doing.

But to your dismay, he doesn’t move.

“Is that the best excuse you could come up with to get me to touch you?”

You stand up so fast your chair falls down behind you as you whirl around to face him face to face.

But you didn’t expect him to be this close, you didn’t expect him to be chest-to-chest with you. Didn’t expect his lips to be inches away from yours—

“How dare you—”

“Is it that hard to pay attention when all you’re thinking about is kissing me?”

You’re furious, flames roving through your chest like a slow burning wildfire, and he’s so close and his breath is mingling with yours, the smug bastard, his eyes ablaze with the same fire you feel—

And before you know what’s happening, your lips are crashing together. Later on, when you can’t tell up from down, you won’t be sure whether it was you or him that began it all. But in that moment, you’re pretty sure it was you.

He doesn’t hesitate before wrapping his hands swiftly around your waist, tugging you with a little huff of air to his front where you can feel something hard and very large pressing into you.

It happens all at once.

Like two stars colliding, you are hurtling towards one another at the speed of light, missing one another in your pointedness but scathing one another in your proximity.

But you keep circling back. Slower, more curious, each time.

His lips slow against yours, his breath intertwining with your breath, his heartbeat beating at the same pace as yours. He whispers your name against your lips, and for a moment, you taste sweetness. That is, until he bites down on your lower lip.

You gasp, but the inhale is not all pain.

A spark rushes through you, smothering your skin in goosebumps.

“Fuck, Hoseok,” you curse, and he grins against your lips.

You tighten your grip on him and dig your fingernails into the back of his neck, trailing them below the nape of his collar, leaving red streaks in their tracks.

But instead of gasping, just as you had, he sucks in a shaky breath and whispers against your lips, “How did you know I like it a little painful?”

A cold chuckle leaves your lips.

“A good guess.”

He kisses you again, quick, furious, all teeth and tongue and it’s then that you feel him, him grinding against you.

That’s when the reality of the situation hits you.

This is not two mere strangers — or, you have to remind yourself, two mere friends. Both of those ships had sailed a long while ago. You are something else now, something entirely foreign. And something tangled up in one another, flames stoking higher with each breath, each tangled limb and—

Somehow you’re both flustered and furious in the same moment. You pull back from him, and he looks surprised, though he quickly masks the look that darts across his face.

“What—“

“I ought to get ready for bed.”

He watches as you turn from him and make your way to the mirror in the corner, tugging at the many bows and clasps that keep you tied up in this ridiculous excuse of a dress.

“For bed.” He grins.

You glare at him in the floor length mirror, but the implication of his words warms you from within.

You have duties to perform tonight, there’s no doubt about it. And you’re not particularly adverse to the idea either, not when he looks as radiant as he does tonight, not when he kisses the way he kisses. But it’s the principal of it all, all the years of resentment hanging between you like spidersilk.

Your fingers fumble as you try to reach around back and unbutton the intricate dress and you can feel him watching you, can hear the way he chuckles smugly as you struggle.

After several minutes of trying without any luck, finally, you give up with a huff.

There’s no way you’re getting out of this on your own. You grit your teeth with the way you’re about to debase yourself, shame trickling through you like molten iron.

“Can you—” you close your eyes and take a deep breath. “Can you please help me?”

They were supposed to send someone to help you out of this godforsaken dress, but— your face reddens as you realize that there was someone knocking on your door while you were tangled in your husband’s arms. And that you had been far too distracted to realize what the sound was. It pains you to ask for his help.

“Pleading looks so good on you.”

“I’m not pleading,” you scoff. “You try getting yourself out of a cage of a dress.”

He chuckles darkly but approaches you from behind, his gaze challenging yours in the mirror.

“Alright. If you’re going to beg.”

“I’m not begging!”

“If you insist.”

His fingers are cold when they skate across your neck and your gaze shoots up to meet his in the mirror. He stands tall behind you, his hair dark and falling into his face, his eyes even darker, even as they catch the reflection of the hearth in them.

“It does look good on you,” he says, and you’re not sure if he means the dress or the begging. Maybe both. But as you fight the urge to roll your eyes, you watch the way his gaze narrows on the skin of the nape of your neck, as it trails down your back. And as he begins to unbutton your dress, one by one, he takes his sweet time, like he’s unwrapping some kind of precious gift. Your brow furrows in confusion.

He’s not supposed to enjoy this.

You’re not supposed to enjoy this.

And yet you do, the way his fingers grace across your skin, the way your skin warms beneath his touch. You enjoy it. You find your eyes fluttering closed, and lose yourself so entirely that soon he’s saying,

“I’m done.”

He’s still holding your dress up, in some attempt to preserve a semblance of your modesty. Though you’re not sure there’s much of it left after your earlier tryst.

A tryst you have no explanation for.

You finally nod and he lets go of the fabric. The thick winter dress falls in a heap around you, revealing the thin but warm slip they’ve dressed you in beneath. It’s the equivalent of being naked before him. He begins to look away but you’re quick to say:

“Are you so afraid to look at your own wife?”

A sly smile flickers at the corner of his mouth and his gaze darts back to rove over your body. But where they linger are your eyes.

“Are you so eager for my attention you have to ask for it?”

You finally turn towards him and stare at him for a long moment.

This is when it begins. This is when it's supposed to begin, when it's supposed to happen: your wifely duties.

Awkwardly, you reach for him.

“What are you doing?”

“I have a duty.” You say, your chest warming, your hand tracing up his torso. But as your words fall on his ears, his gaze immediately hardens. Before you can reach his chest, where you want to trace over his heart, his hand snatches your wrist.

“No.”

“No?”

“I’m not going to force you to do anything,” Hoseok says sternly, his brow pressing. He gently places your hand at your side and retreats to the other side of the room. “Absolutely not.”

The care with which he says it surprises you—and yet not at all. From beneath the hard exterior, you see the young Hoseok you once knew, once loved, poking through.

“But we should—”

“We should do nothing tonight.”

“But, but they’ll come—in the morning, to check.”

Hoseok’s eyes light with recognition.

“And you care that—? Ahh.”

You frown. “What?”

“I see.” He steps towards you, his shirt fluttering open with each step forward. You can’t help it when your gaze flickers downwards.

“You can just say it,” he says.

“Say what?”

“That you want me.”

“I don’t want you,” you scoff. “I only—”

He raises an eyebrow.

“I only want you in the way a wife wants her husband on their wedding night.”

“Is that so?” Hoseok asks. “And in what way is that?”

You immediately warm at the question. It feels like he has you pinned against the wall, even when he’s half the room away. As he steps closer to you, you find yourself holding your breath.

“Kiss me,” he orders. “If you’re too afraid to put it to words.”

And so you do, and just as before, it is furious.

Lips press, teeth nip, lobes bitten, and you know you will look a mess in the morning. He kisses down your neck, biting and sucking gently at the tender skin there and you cry, “You’ll leave a mark!”

“Then they’ll know you’re my wife.”

The thought brings heat to your abdomen, as the idea of wandering out the next morning looking absolutely ravaged plays in your mind. But was this how tonight was supposed to go? You had no qualms about giving yourself to your husband, but now, now, you were giving yourself willingly, eagerly, even. Your mother had instructed you on how these kinds of marital duties were to be performed, but this, lips locked and hands roving greedily over one another’s bodies: this is no duty.

This is passion.

Even if anger still simmers in your stomach.

He is kissing you, so deeply you think he might consume you whole, kissing you like you are the only person in the world. And right now it feels like it. The world outside quiets as you kiss him back, letting the noise of society, along with all the expectations and obligations fade away until there is nothing but Hoseok. The shape of his hands pressed against your back. The warmth of his thigh between your legs. The movement of his lips, inflamed and… needy?

Hoseok, Hoseok, Hoseok.

His hand glides up your back and tangles with your loosened hair as he presses you to his chest.

He walks you backward, his leg slipping between the heavy, warm fabric of your slip—too warm despite the winter chill—somehow managing to not trip you. The mattress of the bed hits your knees and you find yourself sitting, looking up at the man who is now your husband, towering above you. And right in your face:

“Is someone a little desperate?” You chide, running a finger along the bulge in his pants. “It doesn’t suit you.” Though that’s half a lie, because as you look up at him, your mouth waters, struck by the absolute depravity that he looks down at you with.

“I know what might suit you,” Hoseok cuts back, unerred by your half insult as his hands rove over your body. “My desperation, stuffed in your mouth, shutting you up.”

Your eyes widen at the prospect.

“Try me.”

He grins and bends down to kiss you again, interrupting your hands reaching for his pants. You are eager to unwrap him, but he is eager to take his time with you.

Things begin to devolve in the best way possible. Hoseok loses his shirt, then his pants. “I want to see you,” he murmurs as he kisses you, and soon you have lost your slip too, limbs tangling in the sheets, and soon his cock is in your hand, and you squeeze ever so gently, just to watch his eyes flutter closed.

“Let me—” he begins as his hands trail down your body.

“You don’t know—”

He scoffs. “I think I know you well enough to know exactly how to make you come undone,” Hoseok says, and something switches within you. It’s the first time he’s mentioned anything of your past, of knowing you before your wedding night, of all of the tension strung up around you.

“Don’t presume to know me,” you say. “You don’t. Not any more.”

“Is that a challenge I hear?” Hoseok asks, his brow raised.

You look up at him through your lashes, but before you can roll your eyes, he grips your chin gently, forcing you to look at him.

“Are you challenging me?”

“Maybe I am.”

It becomes some kind of competition, the both of you rushing to make the other one drown in their own pleasure before the other.

And it’s true: it’s hard to stay in control like this, with his fingers dragging through your folds, circling around your clit, his mouth pressed up against your ear, whispering sweet nothings, chiding you, urging you onward. But you cling to any semblance of control you have left, wrapping your hand around his length, running gentle, teasing touches along the soft skin of his cock.

That’s when he says it.

“You’re so good for me.”

And you come a little bit more undone beneath him. Your touch falters, your breath hitches.

“Oh, does she like being praised?”

You grit your teeth to keep from nodding.

“No—”

“I love the way you touch me,” he whispers against your ear, his fingers slowing against you, building into a gradual, unerring rhythm. “It’s like you know exactly what I need, what I want.” He nips at your earlobe. “So good.” He slips a finger within you and you gasp. “So good, just for me.”

On the final emphasis, he thrusts a second finger into you and begins pumping in and out of you. The final emphasis has you clenching around him.

His.

Even as you try to push the idea of him away, his body is wrapped around yours. His body is everywhere, atop, beneath, beside you. And you don’t want the distance, you don’t want any space between you at all.

As he draws one orgasm from you, then a second, you cling to him, hands tangling in his hair, pushing it out of his eyes, and threading around his limbs and his back, pulling him closer. And after you’ve come a second time, the two of you lay there, staring silently at the ceiling—starless, blatantly starless—as you catch your breath. The only sounds in the room are the crackling fire and the sound of your in-synch panting.

“I don’t think you could make me come again,” you challenge, and that’s enough for him.

He rolls on top of you with a cheeky grin and nips at your ear.

“As you wish,” he murmurs, and it’s not the fight you want, it’s not the fire you were asking for, but it’s good enough, because he’s sliding his hand down your torso again. As you buck your hips up to meet the touch of his hand, his cock aligns with your center, pushes in just enough.

The both of you freeze.

Eyes lock.

“We don’t have to—”

“No, please—”

The desperation in your voice surprises you, and you swallow hard as he looks down at you.

“‘Please?’” he repeats back to you, a genuine question in his voice. “You want this?”

You nod quickly.

“Then tell me.”

You repeat your previous sentiment with a sly smile. “I bet you can’t make me come on your cock.”

“I can,” he says, capturing your lips in a kiss. “And you know that. Tell me what it is you want.”

“Fuck me, Hoseok.”

He takes his time, teasing your opening with the head of his cock, sliding it through your come and the arousal already spilling again from you as your core aches with need.

“Please, Hoseok,” you beg.

“You’re so pretty when you beg for me,” he smiles. “So messy when you’re needy.”

He lowers his weight atop you as he glides his cock to your opening and pushes in an inch. You gasp, and before your eyes flutter shut at the wide stretch, you can see the pleasure that washes across his face. It’s divine. The mixture of concentration and pure desire that dances in his eyes, the way his gaze bores into yours before he bends down and presses his lips to the concha of your ear.

As he pushes into you all the way, you think you hear:

“Forgive me,” whispered in your ear.

“No,” you whisper back.

But he’s already moving, his face pressed in concentration, that look you know too well. So serious, so firm, you think, How am I going to live with this every day? Not because you don’t want to, but because in that moment you’re filled with so much need for him that you’re not sure what it will be like to want him when your marital duties have been filled and completed and you’re stuck in a house with a man who despises you as much as you despise him.

Though, when you think about it, this hardly feels like spite.

Not with his cock moving like this, not with his hips thrusting like that, rolling so smoothly into you.

It’s so surprising, how goddamn good it feels and all you feel is anger bubbling to the surface. “Fuck you,” you groan, your fingers tightening around whatever parts of him you can reach, nails digging into his skin.

“Darling, you already are,” he spits back through gritted teeth. “And so many would just kill to be in your place.”

When he flips you over, pulls your hips towards you, and begins rolling into you again, it’s entirely different. Something about the angle, your face pushed into the soft material of the mattress, your ass jiggling with each slap of his balls against your clit, it has you tumbling forwards towards delight so quickly you can’t breathe—

“This isn’t right,” you gasp and he stills, looking down at you in concern.

“What’s wrong?”

“How good it feels.”

You can hear the grin spread across his face as he begins again, his hips rolling slowly into you.

“Darling, this is exactly how it’s supposed to feel.”

“How—?”

He repositions you then, so he can look in your face, pulling you on top of his lap, before slippiing into you again.

“You’re supposed to feel good,” he says, as he begins pumping up into you. “And whoever told you you shouldn’t was lying.”

His tongue pokes out between his lips as you begin to move too, chasing your own pleasure now. He nods encouragingly as you drag your hips up his cock. Your breath hitches as he reaches up and slides his thumb across your lower lip before slipping it into your mouth.

“Tomorrow, this will be my cock on your tongue,” he whispers, and you swallow around his digit as he presses down on your tongue, your eyes wide as you bounce on his cock. “Fuck, you look so good,” Hoseok curses.

He removes his hand to kiss you, growling against your lips. His fingers dig into your ass as you fuck him. Once, he brings his hand up and slaps your ass and the sound that leaves your lips is ravished.

“Ah,” he coos. “I think I know exactly what it is you like.”

You ride him, bouncing up and down on his thick cock until you wrap your hands around his shoulders and press your chests together.

“That’s it. Fuck yourself on my cock,” he says.

He’s so close. There’s something even more intimate about this, as your breath mingles and comes in pants, both of you relishing in the pleasure of the other’s body.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you curse as he hits a particularly soft spot within you, and you cling to him even tighter.

Your pace slows, and rather than hurtling towards desire, the both of you are relishing in it.

Slowly, Hoseok lowers you to your back, leaning over you.

Hoseok is determined to—what, you’re not sure at this point, but determined he is, knowing by the set of his jaw and the way his eyes won’t leave yours. Perhaps he is simply determined to draw as much pleasure as possible from your body, because with a quick movement he tilts your pelvis upwards, and the new angle, oh. You can now feel the ridge of the head of his cock pushing into you, and as it does, it catches on a bundle of nerves within you that makes you cry out. The second thing this does is that the base of his cock now presses against your clit every time he slams into you.

There is pleasure everywhere, like swimming in some deep well of warmth.

“You’re close,” he murmurs, rolling his hips into you. “Come for me, will you?”

And it’s a request, not a command.

“Come for me,” he hums against your lips. “I want to feel you around me.”

His voice is like a deep melody and as it resonates through you, you find yourself hurtling towards the edge of your own pleasure, warmth radiating from your abdomen, and the most delicious tension strung between your limbs.

“Please,” he whispers, and that’s enough for you to break into pieces, your orgasm crashing like the far waves of the kingdom through your entire body.

He’s not far behind you, and through your pleasure you can feel his cock twitch within you. He hisses, and holds himself back from you, his eyes fluttering shut. And suddenly you realize, you want his pleasure. You want his pleasure, not for the sake of winning some competition, but simply for him.

But without thinking, you reach up for him, wrap your arms around his back, and press him to your chest. He comes with you, body trembling, words spilling from his mouth that have no meaning, no rhyme or reason. But you catch it again.

“Forgive me—”

And you realize that the anger within you has been entirely replaced with the lingering numbness of absolute pleasure.

You’re sure it will return in good time, yout think.

So instead, you let your nails drag softly up the back of his neck before tangling in his hair, pressing his face into your neck. He peppers the skin there with the softest of kisses, his body still intertwined with yours.

And you lay there for what feels like eons, his weight pressing down reassuringly, the chill of the window finally seeping into your consciousness.

And suddenly, he is standing, slipping from you, his warmth removed.

“You’re leaving,” you say, your voice flat, monotone. Not stay, not, please. A simple statement of fact.

Hoseok freezes. He turns on his heel to face you.

“There is a winter storm raging right outside that window. And while you might be sweaty and hot and all worked up right now,” You flush at the implication, “I promise you that the cold will creep in. I was merely about to warm the fire.”

“Ah,” you say, turning on your side, away from him.

But a touch and a gentle tug brings you rolling back towards him. He looks upset, and before you can stop yourself, you’re reaching out to press at the frown lines that decorate his brow.

“You’re angry.”

“I’m not angry that you’d think the absolute worst of me,” he says slowly. “I’m only concerned that you’d think, and think so readily, that I’d be this quick to abandon you.”

He rolls into bed, pulling you on top of him.

“I’m hardly finished with you, how could I go?”

He kisses you then, and it’s not like the other kisses. The others were fire, burning towards something larger. This, however, is different. He kisses you to kiss you, for the pleasure of it all, for the feeling of your body warming against his skin, for the knowledge that you, you want to kiss him.

And what you found, at the end of it all, is that the anger in you is a dying anger. One like a star, burnt out and blackened, striving for the life that it one was, but ultimately hurtling towards a darkened coolness. And in the place of this old, stupid, anger, is rising something new. Attraction. Respect, even.

It frightens you.

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here4theheartbreak · 3 years

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Happy Ending (JJK)

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Relationship: Jungkook x Male Reader

Genre: smut, pwp | Rating: Explicit | Word Count: ~2.5k

Summary: Jungkook had a bad day. It’s up to you to make sure he relaxes.

Tags: smut, PWP, squirting, dirty talk, bareback, tentacles, male reader, tentacle monster!reader, transgender Jungkook, transmale Jungkook, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, multiple penetration, multiple orgasms, rough sex

A/N: This fic was written for @ditttiii in response to the request for Jungkook x Male Reader, “Stop sniffing me” request for my 2k followers - enjoy!

The main door opened and slammed shut hard enough to rattle the pictures on the wall. You leaned over, peeking through the entryway into the living room. “You okay?” You asked. Jungkook threw his bag to the floor and slammed his keys on the side table. “No!” He snapped.

You scowled. It was bizarre for Jungkook to come home in such a nasty mood. You wandered into the living room, tentacles twitching lightly as they sensed the shift in emotional hormones.

“Jungkook.”

He huffed, slamming his hand on the wall. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

“What’s wrong?”

Jungkook gritted his teeth. He rested his forehead on the wall, and you knew by the shaking of his tense shoulders that he was trying to regain a sense of calm and control. You two had been dating for many years, and he knew how sensitive you were to emotional shifts; the benefit – and downfall – of being the species you were.

He sighed heavily. “Just a rough day at work.”

“Wanna talk to me about it?”

Jungkook shook his head. “Not really. I just kind of want to forget about it, if I’m being entirely honest.”

“Let me help you relax.” You reached out and pulled him close, nuzzling his neck and kissing over it gently. Jungkook sighed contentedly.

“Tease.”

“Never. Go lie in bed. I’ll turn off the stove then go give you a nice massage.”

Jungkook nodded. “First…” He held you close, inhaling deeply.

“God you smell good…”

“You are so weird,” you laughed. “Stop sniffing me.”

“Never,” he mumbled against your neck. “It’s soothing.”

He pulled back reluctantly and kicked off his shoes before padding up the stairs to the bedroom. You flicked off the stove, setting the pan of water aside. You could order tonight anyways, no big deal. Right now, Jungkook needed your attention. You hurried up the stairs, smiling softly when you reached the bedroom. Jungkook was on his stomach on the bed, head buried under the pillow. You could feel the tension rolling off him in waves – deep and uncomfortable. Whatever had happened at work had truly upset him.

Eager to help, you crawled over him, sliding two tentacles slowly under his shirt. The suckers moved along his skin, suctioning just hard enough to make him feel it. Jungkook shuddered and sighed, sinking a little further into the bed. You took the pillow off his head with your hand.

“Take off your clothes.”

“All of them?” Jungkook asked, his voice muffled.

“Yes, please.”

“Are yours coming off too?” Despite his tension, there was a teasing playfulness to his tone that had you smiling.

“I’m giving you a massage.”

“And maybe there’ll be a happy ending,” he joked, stripping out of his clothing. He laid back onto the bed on his stomach in just his boxers, crossing his legs at the ankle.

You straddled his thighs, using both your hands and tentacles to begin working the knotted muscles in his back loose.

Jungkook moaned softly as you worked, sighing happily and shifting around under your grip. You moved down to his lower back with your hands, tentacles still working at his upper back.

Jungkook was positively drooling when you finished rubbing over his muscles. He was entirely relaxed, as melted into the bed as a human could be.

Unable to resist longer, you reached down and grabbed his boxers, yanking them off. Jungkook rolled onto his back and grinned widely.

“Someone’s eager,” he teased. He spread his legs wide, exposing his holes. His little cock was stiff above the natural little gape you’d trained his body to have after all this time. When you’d first used his human frame, he was so tight, you could barely slide your cock in, let alone your tentacles. Now he took you like a pro.

“Relax,” you purred, stroking his cheek with a tentacle.

Jungkook grabbed it, stroking it gently. He inhaled deeply, pressing kisses along the sucker pads. “Fuck me with this one,” he whispered.

“You sure? It’s bigger than the ones you normally take. And the suckers...”

“I wanna feel them. And...” Jungkook drifted off. He bit his lip. You could hear his heart rate increase, and smell his arousal growing, his hole getting wetter at whatever he was imagining.

“Talk to me,” you whispered, reaching down to rub your thumb over his hardened nub.

“I want you to put your dick up my ass while you do it.”

“Jungkook, are you sure? Double penetration is a lot...”

“I know you’ve wanted to do it for a while. I’m ready.” He shifted, taking the tip of your tentacle in his mouth. His tongue was so smooth and small against your suckers, catching lightly on them and making him giggle. He nuzzled it once more. “If I’m really moaning... I bet one of your smaller ones could even go up my ass with your cock. Like this one..”

Jungkook reached out and grabbed a smaller, slick tentacle, just about half an inch across. “And my mouth...”

It seemed as if every tentacle in your body awoke at that. He was giving himself fully to you.

“Are you sure?” You panted.

Jungkook nodded.

Your tentacles shot out, lifting Jungkook from the bed by his waist and arms. He moaned, his legs hanging open. You could see wetness dribbling out of his hole, onto his ass. You laid on the bed and flipped him over so he was dangling about three feet above you. He grinned, open mouthed, and nodded his consent once more.

You reached a tentacle up, letting Jungkook grab it and nuzzle it, inhaling deeply. His body tensed a second, a few drops of his natural wetness dripped onto your belly.

“So responsive to scent,” you teased. You flicked one tentacle up and down his sopping slit. It was a thinner one, but one naturally slick and smooth. When Jungkook moaned against the tentacle near his face, you slid it into his relaxed hole. It went in smoothly, his body used to this size. Each deep inhale of your scent and he clenched around you, milking your tentacle with his inner muscles. You added a second tentacle of the same size, then a third a little smaller, moaning when his eyes rolled back and he squeezed almost painfully tight. The tentacles around his hips and torso tightened.

“Take them, Jungkook,” you whispered. “Show me you can take them like a good boy and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please—“

You began to shift your tentacles, using them to lift his body off and drive it back onto the three tentacles. At the same time you thrust them forward, impaling him hard each time. Jungkook moaned brokenly, his body tensing and relaxing. He took the tip of the tentacle in his hands into his mouth, sucking eagerly as he moaned around it.

Your tentacles sent shocks of pleasure through your body, your cock beginning to ache with need. The best form of edging, drawing you so close, letting you watch Jungkook’s body be violated, used; but never quite letting you get there. Not until you sank your cock into one of his needy holes.

You began to flick a thinner tentacle over his asshole, teasing it open as you fucked his other hole and let him suck your tentacle so desperately.

His body clenched hard suddenly. He pulled off the one in his mouth and screamed happily. You yanked your tentacles from his sopping hole and lifted him upright. You forced his legs open, as if he were sitting spread legged on air.

“Please!” He sobbed, reaching for his dripping hole. Tentacles around his wrists stopped that. Instead, you watched his hole flutter and clench around nothing, weak dribbles of slick forced out. He sobbed brokenly.

“Please—“ He begged again. You tsked, slapping his hole with a slick tentacle.

“Did I ruin it?” You teased. Jungkook sobbed, slumping down in the grip of your tentacles.

“That’s okay, baby. I’ll make it up to you.”

You jammed the three back into him, and let the thin one slide a few inches into his asshole. Jungkook met your gaze, his eyes wet with desperation already. You began to raise and drop him, forcing your tentacles deep into his holes.

Jungkook moaned, his head falling back. You slid a tentacle up his torso and over his chin, finding his mouth gaped open. Taking advantage, you pushed it until it bumped the back of his throat, chuckling when he gagged. He righted his head, immediately sucking and lapping along the smooth, silky surface.

“Such a good boy,” you cooed, meeting his already unfocused gaze.

Ah, here it was - the ultimate edge. The tentacle in his ass swelled and began to come. Your balls drew up, feeling heavy and achey with the need for release. You could feel the pleasure - but it was cut off. Your eyes rolled back nonetheless, a quiet sigh slipping from your lips as the tentacle filled Jungkook’s tight ass. You couldn’t wait to slide into his slick hole.

The next tentacle began to spill, pouring into his other hole. And a third, making you gasp desperately. You began to pump the third that was buried deep inside him, chasing its release.

Jungkook moaned, muffled and wet as the one in his mouth gagged him. A squeeze, tight and needy, began to build in Jungkook. You fucked into him harder, come pouring down your tentacles. His body began to shudder, muscles flexing in your grip. You could almost count it down. Three, two, one...

You yanked the tentacles free of his hole.

Jungkook screamed, gagging and coughing around the one in his mouth. The come splashed onto your stomach as it drained from his used body. His release sprayed out, splashing your stomach and up nearly to your chest as he squirted for you. The final tentacle that had been penetrating him reached its own release, splashing over his hole and groin.

“Yes,” you encouraged, reaching up and thumbing his throbbing cock. “Squirting so good for me. You’re ready.”

You lined up your thick, suckered tentacle to his gaping hole, and drove in as deep as you dared. He immediately clenched and gushed around you, his head falling forward. You pulled the tentacle free of his mouth so it wouldn’t choke him, and let it release hot ropes over his face and chest.

Jungkook gasped, his mouth hanging open. You began to fuck into his body, the slick sounds of your release and his own filling the room.

Two more tentacles slid forward, prodding Jungkook’s ass as the relieved one slid free. Jungkook nodded without being asked, and they pushed in.

It was just around eight of your tentacles that sought release each time you two had sex. Jungkook had become quite accustomed to helping each of them.

The final bumped against his open mouth. Jungkook moved almost automatically, beginning to suck it. It pumped in rhythm to the other tentacles penetrating Jungkook’s body.

You laid back, closing your eyes. The sensations were intense; as if every single nerve ending was awake, being pleasured. Jungkook continued to come from the tentacle in his hole, his squirt dribbling down it as the suckers stimulated his sensitive inner walls. The ones in his ass were fucking him hard, working open his ass for your cock. They squirted first, driving as deep as possible to release into him. Even with their depth, the moment they pulled out, his relaxed ass let some dribble onto your lap. It was very clearly time.

You used your tentacles to maneuver him down and line him up. Though unnecessary, you eased his loosened ass down onto your cock. You groaned as his body took you, warm and wet. Another gush of his slick dribbled out, wetting your lap further.

Jungkook gurgled wetly as the tentacle down his throat began to spill its release. You pulled it free, splashing a few more ropes onto Jungkook’s face.

“There we go,” you purred. “You’re all tuckered out, huh?”

Jungkook’s eyes were even more unfocused, soft whimpers slipping from his open mouth. His body continued to come, very clearly overstimulated by the thick tentacle fucking him.

“Baby,” you cooed, stroking his sweat soaked hair back. You slid another tentacle up, smiling when he leaned into it, inhaling deeply.

“One more load, okay? Can you take one more load for me?”

Jungkook nodded.

You began to fuck up into him, feeling his ass squeeze weakly around your cock. Your balls ached, bordering on painful.

You flipped him onto the bed on his back, rolling and driving your cock back into him. You fucked both his holes hard and fast.

Jungkook began to shudder, writhing on the mattress. You could feel the pressure squeezing around both your tentacle and cock. He was far too overstimulated, this had to border on painful, but he began to twist his hips down, seeking more. You obliged, pumping both deeper.

Jungkook’s cries were high and broken, tiny little “Ah! Ah!” Noises that made you desperate to soothe.

The pressure reached a peak, and Jungkook’s back arched high. He screamed your name as he began to come.

You pulled your tentacle free, but continued to pump your cock, watching him squirt harder than he ever had before. His ass tightened around your cock like a vise, and it only took three more desperate thrusts before you too were coming deep inside him, toes curling as your body lit up with pleasure.

You released your tentacles and slumped over Jungkook, both of you panting for air as your orgasms faded.

Jungkook grabbed you and kissed you hard, laughing into your mouth. “You’re so perfect.”

“You say because I just fucked you boneless.”

Jungkook threw his head back, laughing hard. He nuzzled against you, kicking at the blanket at the base of the bed until he could grab it and yank it over you both.

“Are you feeling a little better?” You asked, wrapping your arm around him.

“Much.” He nuzzled against your neck, and you chuckled when he inhaled.

“What do I smell like to you?”

“Hm…” Jungkook inhaled again. “Ozone. Water, like the sea… Leathery like… sweet and fresh leather. And something that’s just… You. I can’t describe it but it’s a scent that’s just so uniquely you and whenever I smell it I instantly think of you.”

“You have such a sensitive nose for a human, it’s almost bizarre… I love it.” You chuckled a little as you spoke. “I’m glad you like the way I smell.”

“It’s soothing… It’s not too weird is it?” Jungkook worried.

“No weirder than your boyfriend having tentacles and fucking you with them, I’m sure.”

Jungkook giggled at that, nodding. “You have a point. We’re just an odd duo.”

“We work well together though,” you said, stroking his hair back. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here. With you.”

Jungkook’s grin softened to a smile, and you could see the love in his eyes. He didn’t need to speak. The affection and adoration rolled off him in waves, sweet and soft, soothing you like a gentle caress. You nodded.

“I know,” you whispered. “I love you too, Jungkook.”

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moccahobi · 2 months

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Tangled Mess: Together

Summary: Yoongi finally tells Jungkook what has been putting distance between them.

Paring: Hoseok x GN Reader, Yoongi x Jungkook

Genre: Soulmate AU, Grad School AU, Young Professional AU, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: A Breakup

Word Count: 590 words

A/N: I am so sorry for the consistent delays in posting! Life has been super hectic but imma try to get back to posting this series regularly! I will queue up a few posts so that even when life gets hectic again, there will be a buffer. Thank you all for your patience~

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Part 7 << Masterlist >> Part 9

Yoongi was fretting. He knew he was but it was all that he could do to stop overthinking all that could possibly go wrong. He’d hurt Jungkook and would continue to hurt Jungkook. Tonight Yoongi would lay out his feelings and insecurities and watch as Jungkook gently turned him down and their friendship was irreparably damaged.

Hoseok seemed to think it’d go well. Hoseok always seemed overly hopeful about his relationship with Jungkook.

Hoseok was wrong though.

Jungkook didn’t like him back. Couldn’t like him back. Jungkook would be too kind to explicitly say that Yoongi’s crush made him uncomfortable and they’d slowly drift apart because Jungkook would stop initiating things. The friend group would fracture as people choose who they liked hanging out with more. All because Yoongi caught stupid feelings. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

“Hyung! I’m here!” Jungkook was entering slowly, taking off his shoes and jacket. He looked apprehensive and shy, especially as Yoongi looked at him like a deer in the headlights.

They should have met at a cafe or something. Some sort of neutral place. But Yoongi was a coward who needed the comfort of his home to share all this.

“Come sit down! I made you some tea.” Yoongi said, guiding Jungkook to the couch and handing him some tea.

“You look nervous, hyung. Would you like to hold hands?” Jungkook. Oh sweet Jungkook.

Yoongi nodded, but let Jungkook initiate, his hand a limp mass that Jungkook rubbed comforting circles into. The warmth of Jungkook’s hand was something Yoongi would savor for as long as he could.

“So as I said… this distance is all because of me.”

Jungkook nodded.

*Gotta pull the bandaid off*

“It’s because I like you r-romantically and I don’t want it to affect our relationship or change the friend group. It is also because I’m shit at tough and emotional conversations and even when we are just discussing changing boundaries, I get so overwhelmed. It’s why I don’t date tons. Because it’s just so hard and tiring to share changes and I didn’t want to put that emotional labor on you. You don’t deserve it… but also I don’t expect you to return these feelings. Actually I am so sure that you’ll grow distant after hearing this but I had to share. I couldn’t let you think that you were the cause of this distance. It is me and my stupid stupid feelings. Stupid old me who needed some distance to not fall deeper for you. I know it’s so stupid and I am so sorr--”

Jungkook was wrapping his arms around Yoongi, holding him tightly to his (big) chest.

“This has clearly been stressing you out a ton.” Jungkook finally said, loosening his hold on Yoongi. Yoongi didn’t leave from where he was though, enjoying Jungkook’s warmth.

“I get if you don’t want to be friends anymore.”

Jungkook started laughing, his voice floating around Yoongi, “Hyung. I’ve had a crush on you since you first started complaining about capitalism. I kept on thinking about how smart and cool you are. And when you play piano? Or work out? You get so into it and so focused and I just love it so much. If I don’t want to be friends anymore it’s because I want to be boyfriends.”

“Oh.”

Yoongi slowly wrapped his arms around Jungkook.

“We will need to figure out how to chat about boundaries though.”

“I… I think I could do that.” Yoongi nodded, pressing his face into Jungkook’s shoulder.

“We will do it together.”

“Together.”

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minisugakoobies · 1 year

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Day 8 ❄️ MYG, PJM, JJK

Kinks: mutual masturbation, holiday movie

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook x Yoongi

Genre: holiday, smut, maybe a little crack-y, non-Idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing (mxr and mxm), mutual masturbation, hand jobs, fingering, nipple pinching, a little voyeurism and a touch of exhibitionism, implied mxm, Jimin is a persuasive lil demon, Yoongi's not far behind, needy Koo is back because I can't help myself

Word Count: 1.2K

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

Summary: Everyone needs a helping hand now and then. But what are you to do when you have three friends in need and only two to give?

A/N: I realized the other day that I have never written any YoonMinKook fics, despite them being my bias line. This is meant to fix that. But this is just a little taste. A little tease. 😈

Unbeta’d as usual.

Please don’t be a silent reader 🥺 I’d love to know what you think! 💕

Day 7 ❄️ Kinkmas Masterlist ❄️ Day 9

“This is not what it looks like,” is the first thing you say when Yoongi catches you.

It’s a stupid thing to say. It’s pretty fucking obvious that you’re in the midst of jerking Jimin and Jungkook off as the three of you sit on the couch in the living room of the cabin where you and your friends are spending a snowy New Year’s holiday together. On your left, Jungkook is frozen, his deer-in-headlights stare in full effect as he stares at the minty-haired man watching from the doorway. On your right, Jimin’s just grinning.

Of course he’s not bothered. This whole thing was his idea. He’s the one who turned this from a holiday movie marathon into a wankfest. Even now, “New Year’s Blues” is playing on the tv as you continue to grip their cocks, caught by surprise by the sudden appearance of another friend. Your hands have stilled, but Jimin has his fingers curled inside you, and you stifle a moan as he presses against your soft spot. At least Jungkook had the decency to stop pinching your nipple. Now he’s just covering it with his big hand, shielding you from Yoongi’s curious gaze.

“Jimin, please,” you hiss through clenched teeth.

“More?” he replies, turning his cheeky grin on you.

You just widen your eyes, and he laughs, slipping his hand from between your thighs.

It all happened so quickly. One moment, the three of you were watching a movie, you and Jimin on the couch, Jungkook sprawled on the floor, when Jimin just happened to notice the rather large bulge in Jungkook’s sweatpants. Naturally, being Jimin, he called it out, making Jungkook’s ears flush pink as he sat up, covering himself.

“Shuddup, hyung,” he mumbled. “Not my fault there’s no privacy here. There are two bedrooms and eight people. What am I supposed to do?”

“Take a shower?” you suggest. That’s what you had to do earlier, when a discussion about everyone’s highs and lows for the year about to end had led to a rather raunchy recounting of everyone’s sexual exploits. Your friends have no filters, and neither do you, but it left you so worked up that you’d had to take a shower just to have the space to do something about it.

Jungkook shrugs. “I’ve already taken two today.”

“That wasn’t enough?” Jimin asks.

Jungkook scoffs, gesturing. “What do you think?”

You and Jimin exchange an impressed look. And then your friend smiles. “Perhaps we can help you with that.”

And now you’re here, shirt tucked up around your shoulders, pants around your ankles, with two handfuls of dick. At least you have a blanket over your lap, thanks to the chill in the room, but both Jimin and Jungkook are fully exposed from the waist down.

No one has said a word in a few seconds, but the longer the silence goes on, the more it seems to stretch, feeling like minutes, even hours, have gone by since Yoongi emerged from one of the bedrooms, in search of a midnight snack. Well, he stumbled across a feast instead, though probably not quite one that he was expecting.

“We were, um, just watching a movie.”

Yoongi’s brow quirks at your lame attempt at an explanation.

“Not that kind of movie,” you add hastily, feeling heat creep up your neck. You release your hold on Jimin and point to the screen. “See? Just a holiday movie. Not that - not that this happened because of the movie! Not that, uh, anything… is… happening.”

Flailing wildly as you fail to find any way to sufficiently explain the situation, you glance at your friends for help, but Jimin’s just nodding supportively and Jungkook… Jungkook appears to be in severe need of a hard reboot. You’re not even sure he’s breathing, he’s so still.

You look at Jimin again and he finally seems to understand that you require assistance. “We were just giving each other a helping hand, hyung. You know what that’s like.”

“Does he?” you mutter under your breath, relinquishing your grasp on Jungkook so you can pull your blanket up to your collarbones. The movement snaps Jungkook out of his trance and he lowers his hand to splay over his lap.

It’s a mixed blessing that out of all your friends, Yoongi would be the one to interrupt your little session. Thankfully, he’s not the type to yell when surprised, like your friends Hoseok or Jin, both of whom are notoriously loud and definitely would have woken the rest of the crew with their screams. No, Yoongi’s definitely one of the quieter ones, but he’s also fairly inscrutable, assessing the scene with his usual calm demeanor. Unfortunately, this means you have no idea what he’s thinking.

Is he judging you right now? Will this change things between you? In the morning, will you be able to look him in the eye? Too many questions run through your mind, spiking your anxiety.

So it’s fair to say that you’re more than a little nonplussed when, instead of saying something judgemental or lecturing you on your life choices, he crosses the room and plops down on the couch on Jungkook’s other side. “I got next.”

“What?” is the only word you’re capable of speaking.

Yoongi smiles, a playful Cheshire smile that makes you clench your thighs together. “What? I can’t get a little help from you, too?” He nudges Jungkook with his shoulder. “Should’ve known you’d be part of this.” He leans across the younger man, whose eyes have somehow managed to grow even wider, something that should be physically impossible. “Make sure you give him a little twist around the head every now and then. He loves that.”

“What?” Jimin joins you in your shout as Jungkook lets out a weak, “Hyung,” shrinking in embarrassment.

“Shhh!” Yoongi waves his hands in a shushing motion. “Do you want to wake the others? You’ve already got your hands full.” His grin returns. “Maybe everyone needs to keep their mouths busy, too. You two go ahead, I’ll help Jungkook. It’s nothing new.”

You blink, trying to figure out at what point this situation got out of hand, so to speak.

“There is just… so much new information to process right now,” Jimin shakes his head.

“I mean…” Jungkook quietly pipes up, facing you, shocked expression replaced by a pleading look, “I’m game to keep going if you are…” He tugs at the edge of your blanket where it brushes his side.

You glance at Jimin.

“Do you even need to ask?” he says, grabbing the other side of your blanket, a dangerous smile on his angelic face.

When you turn back to Jungkook, he tilts his head, gently brushing his lips against yours. Jimin’s fingers grasp your chin before you’ve had a chance to open your eyes and he kisses you a little more urgently than Jungkook. When you look again, Yoongi is leaning over Jungkook, pressing their mouths together.

“Fuck it, let’s do this” you declare, sliding your hands back into your friends’ laps, finding them both still hard and waiting. Two other hands roam your thighs. “I can’t leave a friend hanging.”

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gimmethatagustd · 2 months

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So I’m looking for a beta reader and you’re the only other author I know that does both MxR and MxM fics, please pass on your wisdom and advice a miserly author how to find a beta reader 😭🙏

Hi friend, I'm going to be so real with you, I think I've only used a beta once in my fanfic life 😭 and it was because the chapter I was writing was giving me absolute hell, and I needed someone to help me.

But if I was going to look for a beta, here are some things to consider:

Find a trusted writer friend

Having a writer friend you trust and respect is ideal, but they have to be capable of providing you with the feedback you're looking for. For example, if you want to edit grammar, not every beta will feel good enough at "proper" grammar to accomplish that. Another thing to consider is whether your friend writes or reads similar stories. If I'm writing a fantasy AU, I could ask my bestie Hali to beta because she's AMAZING at writing fantasy. But maybe I could ask a friend who doesn't write or read fantasy to make sure the world I've created is understandable to someone who isn't accustomed to that type of story.

Join a network or writing server

I know some people are intimidated by networks and Discord writing servers, but if you find ones with welcoming members, they can be great places to make new friends and find people who can beta for you. Many Discord servers will have channels for sharing your fic and requesting a beta. For example, I'm part of a server for BTS fanfic writers who write fantasy/supernatural AUs. The server has a channel for finding a beta, but there are also channels to brainstorm with everyone, share writing resources, etc.

Clearly articulate what you want

Ensure your beta understands what you're looking for - grammar, plot holes, characterization, overall "flow," "does this even make sense," tone, etc.

Use programs like Grammarly

I know many computer/AI-based editing programs aren't super great, but they can be helpful to fall back on whenever needed. I use Grammarly a lot to make sure I'm not missing little things that I might not pick up on (I have ADHD, and apparently, people with ADHD often use the wrong words that might sound similar—like I often type "stupid" instead of "student").

Random note about privacy

If you're using something like Google Docs, be aware that other people can see what your email address and display name are (whether you're sharing the doc or commenting on it). If anyone is worried about being doxxed (or simply wants to stay private), I recommend creating an email account specifically for fanfic or ensuring your email has no identifying qualities.

TBH that's pretty much all I got LOL, but I hope at least some of it is helpful! I'm sure other writers who actually use beta readers will have better advice, so maybe some of my friends can reblog this with their own thoughts or leave comments.

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TITLE: surprise in two Pairing: Jung Hoseok - Member x Reader Rating: R18+ Genre: fluff, smut, little crack Word Count: 3,372 Trigger Warning/s: swearing, smut Cross-posted on: AO3/dtgloss

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Prompt: Strangers!AU: You hooked up with a hot guy named Hobi at your best friend's birthday last night. The next morning you realize he's also her little brother Hoseok.

You love all things organizing, decision-making; the works.

But you don’t love stress.

What your best friend’s boyfriend is giving you now reads along the lines of stress.

[New Message] I’m sorry my advisor wanted to reschedule our meeting to today. Forgive me!!!! I PROMISE I HAVE SOMEONE ELSE DO IT DON'T WORRY

You reread the message again before typing back a I will cut your balls off

He replies a I AM REALLY SORRY , followed by a series of hand emojis that you surely know is supposed to be depicting two hands clapping and not to be mistaken as a begging emoji but you let it go.

There are more important things that need your attention.

Like the cake that will apparently just appear later at the surprise party from someone you don’t know and forgot to ask among other things, like organizing the whole party for your best friend.

In their defense, Jiwoo’s boyfriend volunteered to get the cake at least, saying he does not have a bone in his body that is inclined in organizing and left that part of the party to you.

Everything is out of the window now that he had a meeting and would not be able to get the cake in one piece himself on time to the party.

Plans changed and so has your level of patience.

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The plan should go like this; let Jiwoo be distracted on her own knowing, that putting someone else for that task will only make it obvious that something is up, meet on the apartment and put up the decorations with Hana as fast as you can before Jiwoo gets back for your ‘planned small get together for the three of you’.

You are currently working on the two-toned tassel garlands that're too slippery to come together when Hana pads into the living room. “The cake is here, Hope said he’ll be back with the pizza.” You hum in acknowledgement, although you do not know who Hope is.

Twenty minutes later with everything set up, you try to have a sip of water when your phone pings.

[New Message] You’re at the apartment? Can you take out the chicken pops from the fridge so I can cook it when I get there hehe

You reply a quick yes and think to yourself sorry, no chicken lollipops today

After a few minutes of checking and finalizing the place, the lock from the main door beeps, signaling that it’s unlocked. Like clockwork you and Hana stare at each other, eyes wide, before she runs to where the light switch would be and quickly turns it off, engulfing the room in an almost pitch dark black just before the door fully opens.

╫

If success is measured by the surprise on Jiwoo’s face, you’d say you did, a hundred percent. Greetings and loves are passed around, pictures are taken and the party is now in full swing.

The preparations tired you out and you end up sitting down by the window that overlooks the back garden, a cup of soda in your hand. Jiwoo and her boyfriend are within your range for now and every time he catches your eye he sends you a sheepish smile and apologies come off of him in airwaves.

You decided to sneak off to the kitchen with a slice of the cake and another glass of soda and get back to your spot on the window as fast as possible.

“Is it good?” You hear a voice not too far from you.

You look at the stranger and assess him, quickly realizing you have not seen the man before as you don't recognize him.

To his credit, he looks handsome in a simple oversized black shirt and jeans, his head covered in a black bucket hat that adorably covers his head perfectly, little hairs peeking out from under it.

“Sorry?” You answer back, unsure.

“Is the cake good?” He repeats.

“Oh yes. Would you like some?” You try to be nice and offer your piece, tilting the plate towards him as he rests on the wall in front of you.

“Thank you, maybe later.” He smiles. “I’m Hoseok.” He introduces himself and you do the same, shaking his hands.

“So are you not in the mood for people? Or…” He trails off and you don’t expect him to stay longer. Not that you mind the company but you had the impression that he was only going to stay to make a small talk to avoid coming off as rude.

“The party just drained me out. And I wanted to have cake in peace.” You explained, tilting your head back as you remember the hecticity of the day.

“Oh you came with Hana, then?” Hoseok asks.

“Yep!” You reply and down the rest of your soda.

“How about we get another piece of cake and soda, and hide somewhere nicer?” He asks, shifting off of his feet.

“Sure.” You smile at him and he leads you back to the kitchen. As Hoseok is slicing the cake for the two of you, Hana comes in skipping into the kitchen. Clearly the alcohol has hit her, considering her face has become red and her hair is almost at rest with what probably is the heat and sweat coming off of her body. Hana comes and wraps two arms around you, swaying you both from right to left before doing the same to Hoseok.

You don't know how the two knew each other and just laugh at Hana’s antics.

“Go away, Hana, you’re drunk.” You shout over the loud music hoping it reaches Hana’s ears but to no avail, the black haired girl just continues her skipping out of the kitchen the same way she entered the room.

╫

Cake and Soda acquired, Hoseok leads you to the guest bedroom that is surprisingly empty. The two of you sit on the floor by the bed, sharing the cake between you. You have been sharing small talk and stories to entertain yourselves.

“I just realized something.” You stop after you hurriedly swallow down the cake, fork midway in the air as you speak. “You’re Hope.” You point the fork towards Hoseok, your tone almost accusatory.

“I am Hope.” Hoseok nods as if the fact is obvious. It’s not for you, apparently.

“Yes you are.” You continue to prod, eyes wide. You realize it as you eat the cake, remembering how Hana has mentioned a certain ‘Hope’ who apparently is about to get the cake instead. You also remember how Hoseok said thank you when you said the cake was delicious.

Hoseok was Hope.

Hoseok was giggling at your serious internal monologue while your brain surely creates an unwarranted mind map between the two names and one person.

“Are you drunk?” Hoseok jokes and you take another bite of the cake and scowl at him. “Speaking of drinks, would you like another glass, I’ll get myself one.” He stands and looks down to where you stay seated, you shake your head and wave your hand to signal him a ‘no, thank you’ before he replies, “Please wait here, I’ll be right back”, and goes his way to the door.

Hoseok stops midway before turning around to go back to you. “Just in case you need to leave and couldn’t wait until I get back,” he pecks you on the lips fast before sprinting towards the door, hoping that being fast would somehow make you stay inside the room.

After a short while, the door opens again and peeks into the room, his face contorted into what shows curiosity before relief washes over him as he sees you still seated on where he last saw you.

“I’m still here.” You wave to him, eyes following his form as he takes his seat again, drink in his hand.

“So, that kiss was like uhm, a deposit.” He clears his throat, eyes searching yours. “I’d like to claim it back, if you wish.” He grins sheepishly and you tip your head back laughing. You shift to your knees, supporting yourself on one hand with the other cupping his face, as you do exactly what he did just moments ago.

When you pull away, he tilts his head back and groans, taking off his jacket.

“What?” You ask, giggling.

“I think it got hotter in here, I don’t know.” He fans himself before he sighs and retreats with his back on the floor, completely laying down making you laugh.

“I think you’re fine, Hoseok.” You laugh, moving to sit near him on the floor before copying his position on the floor and shifting to your side, body turned to him.

“The floor is stiff on my back.” You whisper, shifting on your place as you try to find a comfortable position.

“I like your thinking.” He appraises before he stands up with ease and turns back to you. He stretches out two hands and pulls you up as you reach up to him.

You notice he used more force, not too hard but enough to have your chest press to his once you’re completely up on your feet. As you reach him, he keeps you in place with a hand on your hips, pressing his lips to yours softly, as if not to surprise you.

He pulls away, not leaving too much space between you but enough to allow you to pull back completely if you wish. When he sees no refusal from you, he tilts his head to the side and slots your slips together, this time more firm. You place your hands around his shoulders, your left hand tracing the hair at the back of his head.

You pull away to drag him into bed, your back turned to him but he takes the opportunity to take steps closer into you, crowding into your space. With his chest pressed to your back, he nuzzles into your neck, his hands softly caressing your arms.

You giggle as you lean back to him, “I tickles.” you tell him as you sit on the bed, pulling him towards you and he mutters a little ‘sorry’ although the smile on his face tells otherwise.

“No you’re not.” You huff, he continues to crowd into your face until your back is on the bed and he’s hovering over you.

“Hm. I like this.” He lightly tugs your off-shoulder yellow top, peering down at you. “It’s my favorite color.”

“Is it? Lucky for you I match everything.” You wiggle your eyebrows at him.

He groans and he continues mouthing at your collarbones exposed to him, your body moving with your laughs.

“Let me know when to stop.” He whispers to your ear and you felt ticklish with his breath hitting your skin.

“Eyes up.” You tilt his chin and catch his eyes, slowly he untugs the strings that keep your skirt secured and pulls it down altogether, you assist him without much movement from the two of you.

You pull him closer and kiss him again, tugging his jeans and he pulls away to get it off before returning to his previous position. His eyes never leave yours through the whole accord.

With your senses heightened, you are both hyper aware of your actions and each touch the both of you leave on each other’s has only left you both feeling the hair on your skin rise.

“Still not looking.” He whispers to your lips before slotting them back together, his right hand tracing your hip bones, fingers ghosting over where the line of your underwear rests.

It’s obvious he is trying to get consent even after he’s told you to let him know when to stop. It’s in his looks as he catches your eyes for a few seconds before continuing with what he is about to do next.

He pulls away and grabs something a few steps from the bed. “I’ve felt that I would need this today.” He smiles, in his hands a packet of condoms and lube, before slotting in between your legs only this time, his face is not as close to yours as before.

He softly traces your stomach with gentle fingers, following his own traces with his lips. He continues his movements until he’s mouthing at the waistbands of your underwear, his left hand fumbling with it.

He pulls it off, his fingers trailing after as it runs down your legs. He continues with his ministrations with his hands on your thighs, his presence felt everywhere on your skin. When he gets back up to level his face with yours, he presses his hips to yours and you rest both hands on his hips, tugging on his boxers.

Off it goes and he wraps both of your legs around his waist, at least one hand never leaving your thighs, his lips never leaving yours.

“Ready?” He scans your face for any discomfort and your heart swoons.

A handsome and respectful man? Your heart swelled. .

His hands move with confidence but prove to be gentle as he holds your hips and lines himself up with you.

“Fuck.” He mutters as he slowly eases in, mouth pressed to yours.

You try to not crush him in between your legs as you feel yourself become putty each time he moves, but it proves to be difficult when he moves with practiced ease. He knows how to activate your senses and which actions and movements he could do, sometimes in between intervals and at times a meddling of the two.

You feel yourself sag down onto the bed, his hips continuing his movements, providing you with much pleasure.

Reaching the climax, your legs clamp up on his hips from where it rested on his hide and your arms smoothing down the expanse of his back, unable to apply much pressure as the relief washes over you.

He follows suit, pulling your hips closer to his and stays pressed to each other for a second, before he lets you down gently.

You stay still and connected for a little while, basking in the aftermath of your pleasures. When Hoseok regains his strength and senses, he helps you rest down your thighs to where you would be more comfortable, gentle hands guiding you.

Swoon.

He presses soft kisses to your forehead as you cool down, and quickly finds the thin blanket to cover your body, his eyes never leaving your face.

Soon you feel yourself slowly regain your strength as well. You sit up, holding the blanket to your chest and pick off the underwear from where it was thrown to the edge of the bed. Hoseok gives you privacy as he sits on the other side of the bed, already dressed in everything except for his shoes and his black shirt, back turned to you.

You quickly dress and smooth your hair down from where it was messily tied up.

Your phone buzzes from where you left it on the floor with a text from Hana telling you that she left the place already.

“I think I’m gonna head out.” You say as you stand in front of him.

“Let me get you a ride.” He stands up and you move to the side as he quickly dresses into his shirt and slips into his shoes, leading you back down to where some people, although a little less compared to what they left off a while ago, are still up and drinking.

“I’d drive you, but…” He trails, pertaining to the alcohol he has in his system.

“It’s ok. I can handle myself.” You look up to him and he laughs.

“I know you can. Let me know when you get home.” He says. He gives you a quick peck just before you jog over to where the car was waiting for you.

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To: Hoseok I got home safe, thank you!

From: Hoseok That’s good. Would you be free for a late breakfast tomorrow?

To: Hoseok If I wake up before that, yes

From: Nice. Good night :)

To: Hoseok Night, Hope!!!

╫

You do wake up before lunch time. Actually, you wake up way earlier than you should have considering you got home at two in the morning and went to bed at least thirty minutes after.

You contemplate what time to send a text to Hoseok about your meet up when your phone vibrates with a message from another person.

From: Jiwoo You left your subway card here!!! Come get it and I’ll make you breakfast <3

You read the message and sigh. Maybe the late breakfast will be postponed. You text Hoseok informing him that your best friend needs you this morning and ask for a rain check. Thankfully, the nice man takes it well and lets you off easily.

An hour and a half later, you arrive at Jiwoo’s, “Come with me to my room and help me.” She pulls you to the direction of her bedroom. When you get there she hands you the card you apparently left behind.

When you are done helping Jiwoo with an inexistent problem, you come out of the bedroom first while she follows suit, ranting about the mess the party made last night. You hear the door to the guest bedroom open and you stop on your tracks when you look up to the person in front of you, Jiwoo almost knocking on your back on your abrupt stop.

It’s the handsome and respectful guy from last night. Your late breakfast buddy.

Hoseok reacts better than you, face alight with recognition, “Hey!” He greets you and his eyes switch back and forth between you and Jiwoo.

“Oh? You know each other?” Jiwoo takes over and walks in front of you. You follow on autopilot and Hoseok trails behind you.

“Yep.” Hoseok answers.

Yes, if a one night stand counts as ‘knowing each other’.

“Yep. He brought the cake over.” You reply, sitting down on the dinner table.

“Ah, I’ve heard of that from Sowon. He said he was supposed to bring the cake but he had a surprise meeting and he texted my brother instead. Right, Hoseokie?” Jiwoo explains, biting off an apple slice.

Brother? Stress on the question mark.

Jiwoo and Hoseok are related.

Jiwoo and Hoseok are actual siblings.

Jiwoo and Hoseok actually do look like each other if only my brain functioned enough last night.

Your eyes move from Jiwoo to Hoseok, the latter at ease from his seat as if the situation does not bother him as it did to you. It probably doesn’t.

“I think I left my phone in your room.” You say and retreat back upstairs. If they see your phone peeking out from your back pocket, they don’t say anything.

╫

To: Hoseok I DID NOT KNOW ??????

From: Hoseok Sorry?? Do you guys like have some sort of rule or something…

To: Hoseok It does not exist just like my dignity.

From: Hoseok Come back here already Jiwoo’s chill dw

To: Hoseok …

╫

The breakfast went as smoothly as it could. You laughed over and over, enjoying Hoseok's company. Although, it was mostly Hoseok laughing at your despair as you recount the morning you found out Jiwoo and the embodiment of the man of your current dreams are blood-related.

The late breakfast was only a one time thing, with you having research during normal hours and Hoseok balancing a masters and a dance class with his time. You meet on nights your free time would be fitting with his, and on the weekends you get to do more and spend more time, most of it spent with Jiwoo at her apartment. That's when you realize Jiwoo would actually be chill with the whole thing.

Well- Jiwoo was chill with it until she found out that you actually did sleep over at her apartment, seeing you sleeping peacefully with Hoseok cuddled behind you, arms wrapped around your waist.

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~Silent Corps~

A/N: So uhh, this is my first time ever writing a smut. Don’t expect it to be good, cause I’m an amateur! I’m sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes in advanced too! I have no idea what I’m doing so be prepared to read one of the worst smuts ever! XD

Genre: Smut/Mafia AU

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: ???? Cringey as fuck,

Summary: In which a girl gets an arranged marriage with a mafia son by her parents. Still being the hopeless romantic she is, she agrees.

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”Ahh! This should be the last one out of them!” She huffed, putting her hands on her hips. The poor girl has been doing chores the whole day, which she was supposed to be resting. She turned her head to look at the clock on her wall. ”6:35 p.m. already? Have I been doing chores that long?” She let out a sigh and headed back to the living room hoping to just chill for the rest of the day.

She turned on the tv hoping to watch some of her childhood TV shows. A couple of examples was Rollie Pollie, Franny’s Feet, Blue’s Clues, Pingu, Bratz you named it. Not before even 10 minutes have passed by she received a call from her parents.

”Yes, dad?” she paused the tv show she was watching. ”Sweetie, we need you to come to this restaurant called ’JYP Buffet’ please dress nicely. Like a dress or something, last time you wore sweatpants saying that was a ’nicely’ outfit you had.” I groaned, already know that I won't be able to deny anything. ”Do I really have to?”

A sigh could be heard from the other line already giving Y/n her answer. ”Alright ill go, but can you tell me what it’s about first though?” She asked. ”You’re gonna be in an arranged marriage with the son of the company we are aligned with.”

What.The.Fuck.

Okay yeah, I know my parents know that I’m a loner and won’t ever get a boyfriend or a husband in general, but they had the audacity to sign me up for an arranged marriage with a guy I have never met before?! Who knows too! Maybe the guy could even kill me, knowing that he is involved in some mafia shit. Ugh.

I let out a sigh, “Alright I’ll go to this ‘dinner date’ or whatever you call it.” You could already tell that both of your parents are smiling just by the time of your dad’s voice. “Alright sweetie, we’ll see you in a few minutes.” You could hear your mom’s voice in the backyard excited for some grandchildren’s, and that’s when you knew that you have to end the call. Turning off the tv, you head upstairs to take a shower.

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After putting on your best dress that you could find, you drove to the location where the dinner date was held. You decided to put some Ateez songs on, with Wave being your favourite song at the moment.

You drove in silence soaking up the silence.

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Finally arriving at your destination, you hopped out of your car and headed towards the entrance. After dealing with the front desk, you went upstairs and searched for your parents. It wasn't crowded as usual due to it being Sunday night.

After scanning the room, you found your parents sitting near the window wall. You made your way to them, noticing that your ’husband’ and his parents weren't here yet. Very professional, you mumbled.

You settled down with your parents, sitting to the left side of your mom giving you the beautiful view of the city.

”Hey mom, I know this is kinda straight forward but like, why are you letting me marry a man that I doing love. Heck, I've never met him before.” You asked, she looked at you with a sad smile. ”Unfortunately, we can't do anything about it right now. Given our current situation, our rival gang is planning an attack and we need to be on top of our game.” She placed a hand on top of your head, caressing it slowly. ”I hope you understand our situation and perspective dear.”

Nodding my head, I turned back my attention to the city lights displayed. A few little minutes passed by when they finally arrived at the table. ”I’m so so sorry we were late. We kinda had a little problem on the way here.” The man chuckled, trailing behind him was a woman and a young man. Y/n and her parents stood up and bowed do them, both her father and the man shook hands while her mother and the woman hugged each other.

All of you sat back down, with your supposed ’husband’ was sitting right in front of you. Of course, you being you, you weren't great with people. So what else would you do? Start a conversation with him. Simple right? Well, not for your introverted ass.

”So, my name is Y/n if you didn't know yet.” She looked at him smiling. While he stared back at her with a cold dagger eyes. You gulped down the lump that was slowly forming in your throat. ”Taehyung. My name is Taehyung.” he replied, before eating his coq au vin. Feeling rejected already you decided to eat your cassoulet.

You continue to start a conversation but you would only get a simple yes or no, or dry answers sometimes resulting in him of ignoring you completely or just a nod of the head. For sure you felt very awkward, due to both of your parents happily chatting away and there's the two of you.

You couldn't help but hear a few of their conversations were, like how Taehyung was the son of the most feared mafia leader in Korea. Or how Taehyung doesn't handle drinking well, leading that to one of his disadvantages when doing one of his missions. You couldn't help but chuckle on a few more things that you have heard about Taehyung from his mother.

The dinner went unexpectedly well, with no problems occurring. Both of their parents had said that they will be announcing something to Y/n and Taehyung.

While you were taking your time eating your dariole, you couldn't help but notice someone getting impatient with you. Just to tease him you decided to order some more food!

”Excuse me! Can I please have two more darioles, one opera cake, one charlotte, and one Tarte Tatin!” You ordered happily, knowing that your stomach is gonna be happy. The waitress scribbled down your orders and walked back to the kitchen. ”You fat fucking pig.” Taehyung cursed to you quietly not letting both of your parents hear. ”Excuse me? But can you let a girl enjoy her food without being body shamed?” you huffed out. He rolled his eyes and looked at the city lights.

This dude is really trying to disrespect me! Nah, he even tried to disrespect food! Who the hell in their right mind would disrespect food?!

Finally finishing your food, both if your parents decided to tell you guys the news they have kept. ”Okay, we know this I very unexpected and very shocking but it's only gonna bring you guys good luck, and a good future!” Taehyung’s mother stated. The three other parents nodding their heads. ”So then, we decided that the two of you will be living together, starting tomorrow!” Your mom happily squealed.

You knew your parents were crazy but never THIS crazy! In the end, both you and Taehyung agreed. Knowing the punishment that you two will get since both of your parents are top mafia leaders in Korea. Sure there were a few arguments about it here and there, but they all resolved that at the end.

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It was the day that you were gonna move in with Taehyung in the new house. When you got there you were surprised that all of Taehyung’s stuff and a couple of other stuff from both of their parents were all ready there. After organizing all of your stuff you decided to meet up with a friend named, Mia.

”Mia oh my god! You wouldn't believe what has happened yesterday!” You quickly sat down after getting your coffee. She placed down her cappuccino and looked at you with a straight face. ”Let me guess you either did something dumb, or something that you regret. ORRRR, your ’husband’ Levi has died in one of his missions.” She ranted just a few possibilities that you have called her. You rolled your eyes and scoffed. ”C’mon I ALWAYS don't talk about Levi!” You argued, ”When you’re not talking about Levi, you’re talking about food.” She calmly argued back.

”Ugh, the reason I called you hear is that I'm in deep shit.” You retorted, ” What did you do this time?” taking a drink out of her cappuccino.

”I may it may not have accidentally married a mafia son.” You mumbled, so the other people around you couldn't hear you. She almost spat out the cappuccino that she was drinking, wiping her mouth with her sleeve and looking at you with wide eyes.

”You did what?!” And that my friend started the whole question of trains from Mia. After answering a few more questions that Mia asked, you decide to go home.

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You locked the gate of the house, and walked towards the door. Due to this house being obviously large, its front yard was also humongous. Right when you were about to open the door you were met with Taehyung outside holding something.

“Listen, I know now is not the ‘right time’ for this, but I need your help. Will you help me or not?” He asked impatiently.

“...Is that a dead body?” I looked at the dead corps in his hands.

Still fully shocked you said nothing but stared at him with wide eyes and an open mouth. Taehyung getting irritated with your silence and the weight of the body, he decided to drag you with him. Holding the body with one hand while gripping your hand with the other.

”Hey! Where do you think you’re taking me?!” You gasped.

”Just shut the fuck up, and follow me.” He growled. You guys ended up going into a woods that was just behind your house. You tried everything that you could to let him stop gripping you so tight and pulling you, but there was no use.

The three of you, ahem plus the body was just standing beside the river which looks like it would lead to a place where it has a lot of water. He let out a relieved sigh and looked at you.

”So, what do you think we should do with the body?” He asked you. You being you, you still couldn't process the situation. Dead body? Taehyung? Taehyung killed someone?! There were so many things going through your mind all at once, it seems like you were back in math class again.

”I have a solution.” You chirped, he turned his attention back to you.

”Thank goodness, well, what is it?” He asked.

”It involves fire.”

”Absolutely not.” looking at you in disbelief. ”Alright how about this.” He murmured. Taehyung started to take the body and putting a black beanie that looked like robbers would wear, and then began writing some stuff. Getting irritated again with you just standing there, he called you to help him throw the body into the water.

”Don’t just stand there dumbass! I dragged you hear for a reason.” He scolded you. Who do does he think he is!? I swear to God, I’ll get my revenage on him someday. With your face filled with horror with on what you have to do, Taehyung started to snicker due to your reaction but turned to a bitch face again.

You grabbed the bottom part of the body while Taehyung grabbed the upper part. On a count of three you guys threw the body into the river and watched it moved due to the toughness of the river flow.

“I’m sorry God for who I have sinned.” I mentally readyed myself, knowing that I will have to deal more of these in the future. Taehyung let out a scoffed. Turning my head to his direction I shot him a glare.

“Why did you kill that dude anyway?” I asked him, as we walked back to the house. “Why? It’s because I caught him trying to rob our place.” He simply stated. Rob!?

“They must’ve heard that people were gonna move in.” He started to walked ahead of me. Huh.

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The same day when you were preparing for dinner, you and Taehyung got into a heated argument. Weather if coffee was good or not. Of course both of you were very pressed, Taehyung being the coffee hater and you being the coffee lover.

Who in their right might would hate coffee!? You shouted in your thoughts. “Listen here buddy, I don’t dare who you are, I don’t care where you’re from, but never, and I mean never, disrespect coffee like that!” You pointed at him with your spatula. He looked at you in disbelief.

“I never knew people who loves coffee can irritate me this much.” He mumbled. Of course you got easily offended, I mean who wouldn’t?

“Excuse me sir, but coffee has its rights to be a good drink. You can pull off any dessert or pastries with coffee!” You argued back. Walking towards you in a slowed pace, looking like he was about to punish you( WiNk WiNK). His stare wasn’t helping the situation either. Pinning you down on the couch he then starred at you deeply.

“If you run, I will follow you. Search these city streets until I’ve found you and I will never let you run away again.” He said in a low raspy voice.

“You don’t owe me.” You boldly said, ahem, which wasn’t a good idea. Not at all.

“Oh, I do.” Pressing his lips into your own plump lips, taking you in full surprise. He started leaving small trails of kisses down to your neck, before kissing your lips again. Taehyung carried you upstairs to your bedroom, not breaking the kiss even one bit.

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( Pov all over the place for this one sorry xD )

He closed the door with his foot and placed me down on the soft cloudy mattress. Our tongues pressed together in a hot, openmouthed kiss. She felt wetness dampening the fabric of her panties, already feeling aroused. Pinning both of your wrists with one hand he started to slowly undress the girl underneath him. Unhooking the red lacy bra that was immediately thrown god who knows where in the room.

“Hmm? Were you planning to seduce me today?” He asked in a low raspy voice. Knee between your thighs he slowly slides his hand down your leg up and down. You couldn’t help but let out a few moans out when he started to suck on your neck leaving love bites. His lips slowly trailing down from your neck to your breasts. He admired the soft swell of your breasts, before placing his mouth on your bud.

Shivering slightly due to the new feeling being delivered to your body. His lips brushing on your left ear, “Now, be a good girl and behave for daddy alright?” He whispered, already loosing your mind you nodded.

He let out a deep chuckle that could make anybody aroused. Taehyung got up and sat on the end of the bed looking at you with pure lust in his eyes. “Suck.” He commanded. Getting up from your position, you got in front of him and started unzipping his pants, removing his boxers you look at his size. God. It was the biggest one you’ve ever seen, probably about 8 inches.

I grabbed a hold of his cock and started to licked the head with small, short strokes of her tongue. Looking up at Taehyung, face full of pleasure. Bobbing your head in a fast pace you can feel his cock start to shudder. Eventually releasing his orgasm. Taehyung immediately grabbed a hold of you and threw you on the bed. “All fours, face the bed frame now.” He ordered.

I followed his orders before feeling a sensation near your clit. Taehyung started to rub my sensitive clit through the fabric of my red lacy panties. He slowly pulls down my panties revealing my sensitive area to him. Taehyung rubs the tip of his cock against my swollen pussy lips, teasing me until I can take it no longer and whine for him to fuck me. He complies, pushing his hips forward to bury his cock deep in my pussy.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk!" He grunted. He started to pound in a sonic pace inside me, not even letting me adjust to his gigantic size. Pleasure. All I felt was pleasure. “Fuck you are so tight already!” He howled. “Yes! Oh god yes!” You moaned out when Taehyung found your g-spot.

He immediately started to hit that spot over and over again. You on the other hand, were losing your mind due to how much pleasure you’re getting. Is this how being a slut feels like? You thought. Your cheeks over and over with Taehyung’s abdomen.

SLAP!

“Ahh” you moaned out, a burning sensation stride to the rest of your body. You then realized he had slapped your ass. He let out a chuckle.

“From the moment I had laid my eyes on you, I couldn’t help but stare at your ass.” He purred. “They always jiggle whenever you walked, especially yesterday when you were wearing that tight dress.” He slapped your ass again, letting out a horny moan out of your plump lips.

“But now, I have this fantastic view of it right in front of me. I can eat it out whenever I want...” He cooed. You started to get more pleasure if that was even possibly, due to him talking dirty. “Nnggh, ahh! Taehyung I’m close...ngh..” you moaned. “I-I am too, let’s cum together baby girl...” his voice trembling.

Suddenly a rippling wave of shockwaves was released. Taehyung pulled out of you just in time, he had cummed. A pulsing feeling lingered in your sensitive area. Taehyung left the room and came back with a few tissues in his hands; he then started cleaning you up. Taehyung pulled the duvet over the both of you guys and starred living at your eyes.

“You aren’t that half bad you know,” You told him. He raised an eyebrow, “Why? You thought I was gonna be one of those bitchy, cocky, immature mafia son’s?” He chuckled.

Oh how much you love that chuckle of his. You smiled sweetly, “maybe..” He pounced on you and started ticking your sides.

“Ahh! Taehyung! Stop it!” You gripped his shoulders trying to push him away. He then gripped your sides and placed your foreheads together.

“I’m sorry if I was too rough with you...” he closed his eyes.

“It’s okay, also,” he let out a quiet yeah as a response.

“Coffee is good.”

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A/N: KSFNJSJSIRISIZFIIDS I’m sorry once again, because I have no idea what I’m doing! Hope you enjoyed though! Xoxo

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