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Double Team (Part 5)

Seokjin and Jungkook are your business partners. You solve problems for the city's elite, albeit by unconventional means. Your professional and personal relationships have always overlapped, but that's never worked against you before. At least, not until now...

Pairing: Jin x F!reader, Jungkook x F!reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Non idol AU, smut, angst, pwp

Warnings: Sexually explicit scenes, explicit language, questionable morality, polyamory

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

You walk into the office for the meeting Jin has just called. Jungkook is already there.

‘You look pretty,’ he tells you.

You look down absently at your loose button down and jeans. ‘Yeah?’

‘Your eyes are sparkly,’ Jungkook says.

You turn to look at him, narrowing your eyes. ‘I don’t think anyone’s ever told me that before,’ you say.

‘Yeah? I think so all the time,’ Jungkook says. ‘Like that night in the lavender garden.’

You sigh. ‘That was romantic, wasn’t it? This is what gets us in trouble, Kook. All this fucking.’

Jungkook snorts with laughter as he pushes a mug towards you. ‘Is it wrong to tell you I’ve been fantasizing about pregnancy sex with you?’

You take a sip of what tastes like tea. ‘There’s a baby at the end of it though.’

‘Can you imagine,’ Jungkook says, dreamily. ‘He’d be such a gorgeous baby.’

You snort. ‘Babies are hard work, Kookie.’

‘There’s three of us,’ Jungkook says. His eyes turn serious. ‘I know Jin said he’ll look after you. I just wanted to say I’ll be here too.’

You drop your head into your hands. ‘I’m an idiot. For my birth control failing. For starting a relationship with two men.’

Jungkook looks at you. He has never seen you so emotionally labile. Usually you’re calm, sarcastic, cynical. Your real emotions rarely show.

‘Hey, do you want to go to the park later?’ he asks. ‘We can just talk. I’ll get you some ice cream.’

You are about to answer when Jin arrives.

‘We have a new case,’ he announces.

You both listen as Jin gives you the details. Your new client is Mr Pang, who is a founding partner of a prominent law firm. He is concerned that one of his associates is working with a rival law firm to leverage himself a partner position. The associate in question is called Kim Taemin. You're starting next week.

***

You and Jungkook are being shown around by an admin assistant called Sally. Your stomach roils uneasily at the smell of the fresh coffees in her hand. She has bought coffees for the partners and you wish she would just give them to them already instead of carrying them around.

Jungkook eyes you worriedly, aware of your newfound sensitivity to smell.

‘You’re ok? You’re not going to hurl are you?’ he whispers to you.

You point to your motion sickness band. ‘Don’t worry,’ you whisper back.

After your tour you disperse to do some menial administrative work. You finish in record time and decide to go outside for some fresh air.

You are standing in the roof garden when you hear a noise behind you.

‘Oh sorry,’ you say. ‘I hope I’m not interrupting your peace and quiet.’

The man who comes out from behind a tall potted fern shakes his head. It’s Kim Taemin. He is a good looking guy, and the smile he gives you is warm.

‘I just like coming up here before I start the day,’ he says. ‘I’m Taemin.’

‘Y/N,’ you reply. ‘I’m new. I just started today.’

Taemin looks at you with interest. ‘Which department?’

‘Just a temp,’ you say hastily. ‘No one important. I finished my first batch of admin tasks so came up here for some fresh air.’ You give him a half-smile.

‘I should probably be getting your coffee?’ you joke.

He laughs. ‘That’s for the partners. I get my own coffee.’

You touch his forearm. ‘Maybe one day you’ll have your coffee brought to you. Then you’ll know you’ve reached the pinnacle,’ you say teasingly.

He laughs again. ‘One day,’ he jokes back.

You smile again. ‘Well, I’d better get back to work,’ you say.

You head back to your cubicle that you share with Jungkook and the other two temps.

Jin drives you home from work.

‘I miss you,’ you tell him. You rest your head on his shoulder.

Jin puts his hand on yours. ‘How are you holding up, baby?’ he asks.

‘I’m ok Jin, just a little tired.’ You look up at him, and his gaze on you is making you feel flushed.

Jin lifts up an arm to cuddle you. ‘I was thinking maybe we should move in together,’ he says.

Seeing the look you give him, he holds up a hand.

‘I was thinking it before I knocked you up,’ he says, smiling at you so charmingly you can’t help but smile back.

You swat his arm. ‘It could have been Jungkook who knocked me up,’ you muse.

Jin turns your face to his. ‘It doesn’t matter,’ he says, so fiercely you are startled. ‘You’re mine, and I’ll look after you.’

You don’t know what to say to that, so you kiss him.

Jin groans into your kiss. ‘I want you, so badly,’ he says. ‘I can’t stop thinking about you.’

Jin pushes your skirt up past your hips, fingers hooking into the band of your panties to pull them off you.

You lift your hips to help him, and his fingers rub against you, stroking, pressing.

‘Jin,’ you breathe.

‘I’ll be gentle,’ he promises. He kisses across your hip bones, down your rounded pelvis, pausing when he reaches your cunt. His tongue slips out to lick against you, and you moan. Jin’s fingers slip inside you, and you are already so wet that he smiles.

‘Horny for me, baby?’ he asks.

You press a hand to your face. ‘I’m an emotional mess right now, it’s the hormones.’

Jin kisses you as he unbuckles his belt. ‘You’re not a mess,’ he tells you firmly. ‘I like this cuddly side of you.’

‘I told Kookie I loved him after sex the other day,’ you confess.

Jin just chuckles. ‘Did he do his deer in headlights face?’

‘Just a bit,’ you snort. You kiss Jin. ‘I love you, Jin.’

‘I love you, Y/N,’ Jin replies, brown eyes steady on yours. ‘I always have.’

‘Now where were we?’ you ask. Jin lowers his face to yours, capturing your lips in another kiss that leaves you breathless.

‘I have no idea why,’ he murmurs, ‘but the idea of you carrying my baby makes me want to fuck you and cuddle you.’

‘It’s your inner caveman,’ you say teasingly. You kiss his neck, licking a path to his earlobe. You swirl your tongue around his ear, and he shivers. His hand splays over your bare belly, stroking down to your clit, fingers pushing into you.

‘Oh Jin,’ you moan. He kisses the tops of your breasts, exposed above the open collar of your blouse.

‘That’s right, baby, it’s me,’ he says to you. His fingers pump in and out of you, stretching you for his cock.

Jin lifts himself up and slides into you. You both groan when he is fully inside you. ‘Jin,’ you say. You wrap your arms over his broad shoulders, holding him close to you as he grinds against you.

‘So wet,’ he hisses. ‘You feel so good.’

You arch your back. ‘Jin, Jin, Jin, don’t stop,’ you chant.

Jin fucks into you faster, harder, and the delicious pressure on your clit has you cumming all over him. ‘Jin!’ you cry.

‘Go on, take me,’ he says. ‘Take it all.’ He fucks you relentlessly, spilling inside you with a deep moan.

‘Jin,’ you breathe. He kisses you fervently, hand coming up to cup your head.

‘I love you,’ he tells you. ‘I love you so fucking much.’

‘I love you, Jin,’ you reply. You feel so unbearably fond of him just then, curled in his arms.

***

You frown over the lunch options. There are salads which look tempting, but all you really want is steak.

A voice at your shoulder makes you startle. ‘I don’t know if I can do quinoa today,’ Taemin tells you. He smiles at you.

You smile back. ‘I was just thinking about steak, actually.’

Taemin nods. ‘I know a place down the block. Want to go?’

‘Now? Yeah,’ you say. You put your tray down. ‘Let’s do it.’

Taemin and you take the lift down – it stops on your floor and Jungkook steps in. He looks at you both quizzically.

‘Jungkook, I’m going out for lunch with Taemin. Can you hold the fort if Mrs Kim asks for me?’ you ask.

Jungkook smiles. ‘Sure.’ He is perfect, not breaking character at all, down to the impersonal smile he gives you.

‘Thanks,’ you say. Jungkook nods.

‘A friend?’ Taemin asks when Jungkook gets out of the lift.

‘Fuck buddy,’ you reply.

Taemin looks at you, mildly surprised. ‘Such honesty.’

‘I mean, look at him,’ you say, shrugging. ‘He’s beautiful, he’s great in bed.’

Something about your supposed honesty seems to endear you to Taemin. He orders for you both, telling you all about his latest case, his work friends, his dog. He even invites you for drinks on Friday.

When you get back, slipping into your seat having taken an hour and a half instead of an hour, Jungkook peers around the flimsy partition.

You pass him a doggy bag with a portion of your steak in it. ‘Mmmm,’ he says, digging in.

‘Don’t say I don’t treat you well,’ you say. Jungkook comes out from behind his partition to kiss you.

‘Found a work sex cave yet?’ you ask.

Jungkook cups a hand over his crotch. ‘Please don’t tempt me,’ he whines.

‘I’ve found one,’ you say. ‘Over coffee?’

Jungkook narrows his eyes at you. ‘Don’t tease me,’ he practically growls at you.

‘I always tease you. But I really have found a place,’ you tell him.

Jungkook brightens. ‘Coffee break,’ he agrees.

Before the coffee break, you take your panties off – pink, lacy, and drop them on Jungkook’s desk.

His head comes up so quickly you laugh.

‘Study rooms at the back of the library,’ you say. ‘See you in 20.’

Jungkook pops his head into the room and you reach round, grabbing him by the shoulder to pull him in.

‘You’ll have to be quiet, baby,’ you whisper to him. ‘Can you do it?’

Jungkook watches as you undo your blouse, revealing the cups of your matching pink lacy bra. You kiss down his neck, and he moans.

‘Can I touch you, baby?’ you ask.

Jungkook sits back against the solid oak table, spreading his hard thighs.

You kneel between his legs, unzipping his trousers to mouth at his cock through his briefs. Jungkook puts a hand in your hair.

‘Gonna fuck my mouth?’ you ask, just before taking him in. He is already hard, and he hisses in a breath as you lick up the underside of his cock. You suck him in, taking him all the way in until his head hits the back of your throat. You swallow, moaning softly.

Jungkook’s hand tightens over your hair.

You flick your eyes up at him. He has a fist in his mouth, biting his knuckles. You want to ruin him.

You place a hand on the back of your head, over his. ‘Go on, fuck me,’ you urge.

You press your tongue to the underside of his cock, sucking him in, bobbing up and down, swallowing, and when you reach up to grip his balls, Jungkook loses it. He bucks his hips, pressing your face down onto him, and you feel his cum spurting into your throat. You swallow every drop, and lick his cock clean.

Jungkook looks dazed. You get up, brushing off your knees and buttoning your blouse. You smirk at him and are about to leave when he grabs your arm.

‘Wait. You think you’re going to make me cum my brains out and then just walk out?’ he asks. His voice, low and slow, sends a thrill through you.

‘What are you going to do about it?’ you ask.

In response, Jungkook pulls you to him, hoisting your butt onto the table and pressing a hand to your sternum to push you down.

‘Kook,’ you hiss.

Jungkook just smirks back at you. ‘Here’s the thing,’ he says conversationally. ‘I actually think we need to stop taking you on cases, because you’re carrying an actual baby.’

You wonder where he is going with this.

Jungkook pulls your skirt up, hiking it over your hips. ‘So, if you get fired for fucking in the library, that’s fine with me,’ he tells you. ‘Then I won’t need to spend my lunch hour worrying you’re getting into something over your head when I see you with a man who’s eye-fucking you in the lifts.’

Jungkook presses his mouth to your cunt, and gives you a slow lick.

‘You taste so fucking good,’ he tells you, sounding almost conversational. ‘You always cum on my fingers, but I wonder if I can make you cum just on my tongue.’

You keen as he licks up into you. ‘It’ll take too long, Kook,’ you say, trying to lift his head.

He looks up at you then. ‘I don’t think it will, baby. Look at you, so wet from me already. You like blowing me, don’t you? You love my big cock in your mouth.’

He licks up again, and his teeth come out to nip at your clit. You nearly come off the table.

‘Kook, please,’ you beg. He just laughs. His tongue spears into you, licking so deep you can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter.

‘I’m getting hard again,’ he tells you. He fists his cock, stroking slowly.

‘If you cum for me I’ll fuck you,’ he says. ‘I guess I don’t have to worry about cumming in you, you’re already pregnant, probably with my baby.’

He looks almost thoughtful then, sucking at your clit. ‘I want to fuck you again though, I want to see my cum leaking out of you.’

He’s not usually this chatty during sex.

‘Jungkook,’ you moan. ‘Please, please, please, fuck me.’

Jungkook licks you again. ‘You know what you have to do if you want me to fuck you,’ he says. He hoists one of your legs over his shoulder, pushing the other one away.

‘Spread,’ he orders you. He starts licking you out in earnest then, thumb coming up to stroke your clit. He presses hard, and you arch against him.

‘Jungkook, I’m cumming,’ you gasp. He murmurs against you, and as you cum he pulls away to plunge his cock into you.

He kisses you, swallowing your scream as he fucks you, hard, prolonging your orgasm. He thrusts hard, pressing you against the table, one hand coming up to stroke over your hip.

‘Kook,’ you cry. He shivers, hips circling, and you feel his warmth spreading in you.

‘Fuck,’ he swears. ‘Fuck. I wish I could fuck you all the damn time. I don’t want to fucking stop.’

You both take a moment, and you wince as you try to sit up.

‘God, Kook, you’re like a fucking machine,’ you say. You hold out your hand. ‘Where’s my panties?’

‘Jerked off with them,’ Jungkook replies, yawning.

‘What? When did you even have the time,’ you stutter, shocked.

‘Right before I got here,’ he says. ‘I was so fucking hard.’ He looks like he’s about to fall asleep.

You get yourself back to rights, then give him a hand, tucking his cock back into his trousers lovingly.

‘Come on, I’ll make you a coffee. Shame we haven’t been caught,’ you say, smoothing your skirt absently.

Jungkook leans on you, kissing you. His lips are so warm. ‘You look after me so well,’ he says.

You open the door and Jin is standing right outside. He raises his eyebrows at you both.

Jungkook stretches and yawns, looking exactly like a big lazy dog.

Jin rolls his eyes. ‘You know he gets sleepy after he cums,’ he says to you.

You shrug. ‘You try and stop him from cumming. He’s a goddamn freight train.’

‘Still here,’ Jungkook whines.

You look at him affectionately. ‘He’s so whiny too, like a baby.’

Jin straightens your collar and brushes a lock of hair off your face. ‘Kook, you could at least have straightened her out.’

Jungkook holds out his hands. ‘Sticky,’ he says, tucking his tongue into his cheek unrepentantly.

You burst out laughing. ‘I’m going to make your coffee. Jin do you want a coffee?’

‘I’ll get it. You go and sit down and rest somewhere,’ Jin scolds.

Jin is delivering a cup of tea to your desk when Taemin stops by.

‘We still on for drinks Friday?’ he asks. He nods at Jin.

You nods, smiling at him. ‘Sure. Looking forward to it.’

Taemin smiles back, then his gaze drops to your chin and he gives you a slightly awkward look before he leaves.

‘Jin,’ you whisper, touching your chin.

Jin nods, confirming. ‘Yes. There’s cum on your chin.’

He passes you a wipe from the pack on your desk. ‘I’m going to tell Jungkook he needs to clean you up better.’

‘He’s probably passed out in the toilets somewhere,’ you mutter.

Jin sighs. ‘What the fuck am I going to do with you both?’

‘Give me a lift after work later?’ you ask, hopefully.

‘Yeah, of course. I’ll make dinner for us. Tell Kook I can drop him off too.’

***

You sit at Jin’s kitchen island, sipping a tea whilst he makes your dinner.

‘So how are you going to go for drinks on Friday?’ he asks.

‘I’ll just tell him I’m detoxing,’ you say, shrugging.

Jin chuckles at you. ‘Just be careful, ok? I’ll be close by so just ring me if you want me.’

‘Yes, Jinnie,’ you reply, rolling your eyes.

Jin goes back to seasoning the pasta. ‘I’ve lined up a few places for us to look at,’ he says, ‘this weekend.’

‘Sure, sounds great. Look at us, proper grownups,’ you say. ‘We’re moving in together, having a baby, gainfully employed….’

‘I thought I’d take you ring shopping too,’ Jin says.

You are about to laugh but then you realise he isn’t joking.

‘Jin?’ you ask.

‘Just think about it,’ he says.

‘Think about what?’ you ask.

‘Marrying me,’ he replies.

You get up, exasperated. ‘You don’t want to marry me, Jin. You just want to claim ownership of me over Jungkook,’ you tell him.

Jin looks at you. ‘He’s not serious about you, not the way I am,’ he says to you.

You don’t know what to think. ‘So what? You put a ring on my finger and Jungkook and I stop fucking and you and I live happily ever after? Is that it, Jin?’

You shake your head. ‘Just so you know, if you ever want to ask me to marry you, you should probably do it a hell of a lot better than this,’ you say.

‘Y/N,’ Jin says, stepping towards you.

You hold out a hand. ‘I’m going. I’ll see you at work, Jin.’

You slam out of Jin’s apartment, nearly running into Jungkook.

‘Where are you going?’ Jungkook asks, grabbing your arm.

‘Out,’ you reply shortly, walking past him.

‘Hey, what’s up?’ Jungkook asks. Jin is by the door. Both men look at you.

‘I’m fine. See you at work,’ you reply.

You make it back to your flat, all the way back to your flat, before the tears start coming.

***

You are with Taemin on Friday night, nursing your drink. Taemin pushes his drink towards you.

‘Go on, be bad,’ he says.

You shake your head. ‘No. I’m detoxing, you carry on.’

Taemin tells you a story about one of the partners. He is quite entertaining, sarcastic and cynical yet oddly sentimental sometimes.

‘So, how come every time I see you, you’re with some handsome guy. Do you know all the good-looking guys in the firm?’ he asks.

You laugh. ‘Jungkook and I are fuck buddies, Jin and I have known each other since we were kids,’ you tell him.

You tilt your chin at him. ‘You and I have just met.’

Taemin grins at your implication.

‘So are you working towards partnership?’ you ask. ‘Schmoozing the right people?’

Taemin rolls his eyes. ‘Not sure I’ll stay here. KTJ are keen to have me.’

‘Maybe I’ll come with you. Do you think they need someone to deliver the coffee there?’ you joke.

‘KTJ are offering me a partnership. I just need to get a few things done first,’ Taemin says.

He smiles. ‘I’m sure they’d be happy to have you.’

You shrug. ‘I might go back to waitressing. Not sure Excel spreadsheets are really my thing.’

‘The tips are probably better. But the long-term prospects are worse,’ Taemin says. For a second, he almost looks concerned for your welfare. ‘You ought to try and find something more permanent.’

You look down. He’s only saying what you know you should be doing.

‘Yeah. I know what you mean,’ you reply.

You suddenly feel so sick of everything. How did you end up in your twenties, playing at running an agency with Jin, pregnant with a baby you aren’t sure who the father of is? What a supreme fuck-up you turned out to be.

Taemin’s hand comes to rest on your forearm. ‘Hey, I don’t mean anything by it,’ he tells you, gently.

You look up at him. ‘I know what you mean though, time to be a grown-up.’

He is replying but you are distracted by a familiar face. Jin and Jungkook are across the bar from you, accompanied by Sally and another woman you haven’t met.

‘Guess a lot of people from work come here,’ you say, nodding towards them.

Taemin glances over. ‘You didn’t cancel plans with your fuck buddy, did you?’

‘I told him I was washing my hair,’ you joke. You take a sip of your drink. ‘Oops, busted.’

Taemin chuckles. ‘I never know when to take you seriously.’

‘You never should,’ you reply. You tilt your head. ‘Shall we get out of here?’

Unfortunately, Sally has spotted you and Taemin and is already making her way over.

‘Y/N!’ she says, giving you a big sloppy hug. ‘Jungkook and Jin are here too! And Mina!’

‘Oh hi, you must be Mina, it’s a pleasure to meet you,’ you say to Mina. She smiles back at you.

‘Likewise!’ she says, perkily. You notice she is leaning close to Jungkook.

‘Hi Jin, Jungkook,’ you say. You haven’t really talked to either man since you flounced out of Jin’s apartment a couple of days ago, apart from a cordial hello in the mornings.

Jin smiles at you. ‘Nice to see you, Y/N. It’s nice to meet you Taemin.’

Taemin is already pulling Jungkook towards the bar to get you another round.

They return with a couple of bottles of wine and a soft drink, which Jungkook places in front of you. You smile gratefully at him.

‘Hey, why aren’t you drinking?’ Sally asks.

‘I’m detoxing,’ you say, your stock response. Then, for reasons unbeknownst to you, you decide to tell the truth.

‘Actually, I’m pregnant.’

Sally squeals excitedly. ‘Oh my god! I didn’t know you had a boyfriend!’

You feel Taemin’s eyes on you.

‘I don’t have a boyfriend,’ you say smoothly.

The conversation stops dead. Mina and Sally stare at you. Jin looks intrigued at the twist of events, and Jungkook’s eyes widen.

‘Oh,’ Sally says.

Taemin looks at you like you’re a problem that needs to be solved. ‘Well you know, if you get a permanent position you’ll get maternity pay,’ he tells you.

‘Thanks for the advice,’ you reply.

‘How far along are you?’ Sally asks.

‘I’ve got a 12 week scan next week,’ you tell her. You haven’t told either Jin or Jungkook about your scan yet, and you can feel them looking at you.

Mina changes the subject. ‘Where do you work?’ she asks you.

‘I’m just a temp at the moment,’ you say.

‘Oh, so do you and Jungkook know each other?’ Mina asks.

You look at Taemin. ‘Yeah.’

Jungkook smiles at you. ‘We’re friends.’

‘I think we met in the legal library study room,’ you say, tapping your chin.

Jungkook’s lips quirk in a smile.

‘I heard there were some temps fucking in there the other day,’ Sally says, eyes widening.

‘God, some people,’ you say, shaking your head.

‘Such disrespect,’ Jin echoes.

Taemin chuckles. He is perceptive. ‘That’s not a way to get a permanent position,’ he says to you.

‘Depends who’s doing the fucking, I guess,’ you say nonchalantly.

Mina frowns. ‘I can’t imagine fucking at work. It’s not the most romantic environment,’ she remarks.

Jungkook looks at her, and Mina blushes. You’re not sure whether it’s Jungkook or whether it’s the topic of conversation.

It’s probably Jungkook.

‘I should go,’ you say. ‘I’ve got to get some food. I made a promise to myself that I would eat better.’

‘I’ll take you,’ Taemin says. ‘Fancy some noodles?’

Apparently everyone does. You pile into a Japanese restaurant.

Jin, across from you, watches you dig into your ramen. ‘Are you still free this weekend?’

‘Yeah,’ you say tiredly.

‘We’re moving in together,’ Jin says in response to Taemin’s curious look.

‘That’s lovely, he can look after you,’ Sally says, warmly.

‘Well, it might be his baby,’ you reply.

Sally and Taemin exchange a look.

‘It might be mine,’ Jungkook chimes in.

You start laughing, and then Jin and Jungkook join in. Taemin, Sally and Mina are flummoxed.

‘Way to announce to everyone what a slut I am, Jungkook,’ you snort.

Jungkook does a comedy growl. ‘If anyone calls you a slut tell me, and I’ll sort them out.’

Sally laughs. ‘I knew you guys were fucking. I called it the day I showed you two around.’

Taemin grins. ‘The only missing piece of the puzzle was Jin. I wouldn’t have known if you hadn’t told me.’

‘Told him what?’ Jin asks.

‘That you’re one of my oldest and dearest friends,’ you say to Jin.

His eyes soften as he looks at you.

‘What did you say about me?’ Jungkook asks. He spears a piece of sashimi.

‘That I fucked you in the legal library,’ you say.

Jungkook chuckles. ‘I can’t go past it without getting a boner now.’

Mina chokes on her tea.

Taemin grins. ‘Sally once gave me a blow job in the stacks.’

Sally laughs. ‘You were such a goddamn cocky intern.’

‘Am I the only one who hasn’t fucked at work?’ Mina asks.

Jungkook smirks at her. ‘Do you want to be? We can change that if you want.’

‘Damn. That’s smooth. Does that ever work for you?’ Taemin asks.

You and Jin laugh. ‘He’s actually quite effective,’ you say. ‘He’s not an easy man to turn down.’

‘Aww, baby,’ Jungkook coos. ‘Now who’s making who look like a slut.’

***

Jin clutches you to him, stumbling a little. You brace at his added weight. You look to Jungkook for help, but he is singing drunkenly. His voice is beautiful, clear and high.

‘Come on boys,’ you urge, leading them the last two blocks to Jin’s apartment.

You manage to get Jin into his bed, but stripping him is beyond you. You go out to see Jungkook staring out the window.

‘Come on baby, I’m putting you to bed,’ you say. You hold out an arm. Jungkook takes your hand.

‘I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you,’ he tells you. He looks surprisingly sober, eyes glistening with what look like unshed tears.

‘You’ll never lose me, Jungkook,’ you tell him. You put your arms around him.

‘How did we get into this?’ you ask, burying your face against his chest.

Jungkook sighs. His hand comes up to stroke your hair. ‘I love you,’ he says simply.

You look into his beautiful eyes. ‘I love you, Kook. I just don’t want to hold you to something for the rest of your life.’

He smiles at you. ‘The thing is, baby, you are part of my life. You have been since you sheltered me in that coffee shop.’

‘Should’ve let those thugs get you,’ you joke. ‘He got me good.’

‘God, for years after that guy attacked you I kept thinking I should’ve got there sooner,’ he says. He touches your face.

‘How could you have got there sooner?’ you ask, curious.

‘We lost the guy for a bit after Tae made us get ice cream,’ Jungkook confesses.

You chuckle.

‘I promise I’ll never be late again if you need me,’ Jungkook tells you.

Part of you wonders if it’s the alcohol talking, but he seems to really mean it.

‘Take you to bed?’ you ask.

‘I want cuddles,’ Jungkook says. He pushes his bottom lip out in a pout that makes you laugh.

‘Why do I want to simultaneously fuck you and snuggle you when you do that?’ you muse. Jungkook’s pout turns into a smirk incredibly quickly.

You leave him washing up, telling him you’re going to check on Jin.

You slip Jin’s shoes off and undo his belt.

‘Come on, baby,’ you urge, trying to slip his trousers off.

Jin opens his eyes. ‘Can’t fuck now,’ he says, slurring his words at you.

‘I know, baby, that would be non consensual. I’m just trying to get you undressed for bed.’

Jin stays awake long enough to enable you to undress him, but you can’t get him to drink any of the water you brought him.

You leave the glass on his bedside table, tuck him under the covers, make sure his phone is within reach and go next door to Jungkook.

You slip off your clothes, brush your teeth and cuddle in next to Jungkook. He is still awake.

‘You ok, Kookie?’ you ask.

He turns to you. ‘Can I go to the scan with you next week?’

‘Oh yeah, sure, baby. I could use the company,’ you say, touched.

‘We can go baby shopping after if you want?’ he offers.

You look at him. ‘It’s a little early isn’t it?’

He shrugs. ‘I already know what I want to get. He’s going to be the best dressed baby ever.’

‘He could be a she,’ you say.

Jungkook’s palm comes up to cover your abdomen.

‘That’s just ramen,’ you tell him, amused.

He presses his face to your belly. ‘Ramen and the best dressed baby ever,’ he says, sleepily.

You fall asleep like that.

***

Jin wakes up to faint snoring from his spare bedroom. He gulps down the glass of water by his bed and goes to wash his face. You are already stepping out of the shower.

You smile when you see him. ‘Good morning, Jinnie. I’ll get dressed and fix you some coffee.’

Jin marvels at how chipper you are. You’ve always been much more of a morning person than him, but this is perky, even for you.

‘I’d kiss you but I haven’t brushed my teeth,’ he tells you. You go up on your tiptoes, one hand coming up to keep your balance. You kiss him full on the mouth, softly, lingeringly.

‘I’ll see you in a bit, baby. Can I borrow some clothes?’

‘I’d prefer you in nothing but if you must,’ Jin says magnanimously. ‘My closet is yours.’

You select one of his softest white t-shirts and a pair of his boxers that he never wears. You have a sneaking suspicion he actually bought them for you but have never asked him.

By the time Jin is dressed you have made eggs, toast and coffee. You push a plate towards him. ‘Tuck in,’ you say.

You both have breakfast in near silence.

‘Hey, I’m sorry,’ he says quietly. His eyes search yours. ‘For dropping that stuff about ring shopping over dinner that day. I don’t want you to think I was being flippant about any of it.’

‘It’s ok Jin. I’ve had my share of questionable moments lately.’ You smile at him. ‘It’s a bit of a crazy situation isn’t it?’

‘What am I going to tell your dad?’ Jin says, running a hand over his face. ‘He’s always thought I was unworthy of you.’

‘He doesn’t think that!’ you protest. ‘He’s just tough on all the guys I date.’

‘We weren’t even dating though! He’s thought I was dodgy since we were friends at school!’ Jin looks genuinely worried.

You put a hand on his arm. ‘Jinnie, you’ve always been a good-looking guy. Of course he’s suspicious of you.’

Jin sniffs, mollified. ‘I’m trustworthy too,’ he says.

‘Are you pouting? Only Kookie can get away with pouting. You’re the responsible grown-up among us,’ you tease.

Jin gets up and presses a kiss to your forehead. ‘I just want to do the right thing by you,’ he says. ‘And the baby.’

‘I know.’ You get up and stretch. ‘When’s our first viewing? Shall we ask Kookie if he wants to come?’

Jin laughs. ‘I doubt he’ll be up for it but we can ask him.’

You go into the spare bedroom after breakfast and for a minute admire Jungkook. He looks so young and beautiful, asleep shirtless in your bed. He stirs as you sit on the bed.

‘Hey beautiful,’ he says smiling sleepily at you.

‘Hey beautiful yourself,’ you reply. You smooth a hand over his hair. ‘Jin and I are going to look at places to stay. Do you have plans today? You can come if you want.’

Jungkook considers this. ‘Sure. I guess I’ll be spending a lot of time there too. Or we could all move in together.’

‘Don’t you think living with your baby mama might cramp your style?’ you tease.

‘I’d love to live with you. Plus Jin is a great cook.’ Jungkook looks more and more sold on the idea. ‘Plus I wouldn’t have to worry about you, I’d see the baby all the time.’

‘What if you want to bring someone home?’ you ask.

‘Would you mind?’ he asks.

You consider. ‘Probably not.’ You stroke a hand down his back, and he moans, stretching like a cat.

‘Do we have time?’ he asks. He turns on his side and you see how hard he is. ‘I like the idea of living with you,’ he says.

You wrap your hand around his cock, leaning forward to take him in your mouth. ‘Guess I’ll have to make you cum quick,’ you say, eyes gleaming.

Jungkook’s eyes fall to your breasts, nipples outlined against the thin soft fabric of Jin’s t-shirt. ‘Just looking at you makes me hard,’ he says softly, reaching out to touch.

His warm hand strokes its way up your waist to cup a breast, thumb circling a nipple. You hum with pleasure as you lick up his cock.

‘Such a pretty cock,’ you say, admiringly. You start sucking his cock in earnest, swallowing around his head as it hits the back of your throat, and it isn’t long before he is spurting hot ropes of cum down your throat.

‘You give such good head,’ Jungkook groans, tilting his head back as you pop off him. ‘Come here.’

His arm reaches for you but you pull back. ‘Come on. Get ready. I’m going to have to blow Jin to distract him whilst you get ready.’

Jungkook’s cock twitches. ‘Can I watch?’

You pinch his hip. ‘Get ready!’ you say sternly.

***

The real estate agent has given you a few minutes to look around the house, a four bedroom two storey in a suburban area with a gorgeous garden. You look out the window of a bedroom facing the front of the house.

Jin comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and leaning in to kiss your neck. One of his hands strokes over your flat belly. ‘Feels like a dream,’ he tells you.

You look up at him. He looks calm as ever, but there’s a spark of what looks like pleasure and anticipation in his eyes.

‘You like this place?’ you ask quietly.

Jin smiles. ‘I love it. You?’

‘Yeah. It’s what I imagined,’ you say. You turn around in his arms and press a kiss to the column of his neck. You see gooseflesh begin to prickle his skin. Jin’s neck has always been sensitive.

‘Keep an eye on the driveway,’ you tell him, smiling up at him mischievously.

You drop to your knees in front of him, pressing your face into his groin, inhaling his smell. You undo his belt, and unzip his trousers. To your surprise he is already almost fully hard.

‘You got a boner for this place?’ you tease.

Jin smiles at you. ‘I have a boner for living here with you and a baby. And Kook.’

You try to pull down his briefs, but Jin pulls you up. He kisses you deeply, hands stroking your arms, hips beginning a slow grind against yours.

He slips a hand into your panties under your blue dress. ‘God, I don’t know what’s happened since you got pregnant, but you always feel so good now,’ Jin groans. ‘Fuck. So warm, so wet. You smell amazing. You taste amazing. I want to fucking ruin you.’

You part your legs to allow him easier access. ‘Get in me, Jin,’ you urge, pulling your panties down off your hips.

Jin presses you against the wall, lifting one of your legs over his hip. He surges forward, and then he is inside you.

‘Oh,’ you cry. He is pressing you against the wall so hard you feel helplessly aroused by his hard chest, his hips, his proximity. He thrusts into you hard, impossibly deep from this angle.

Over his shoulder you see Jungkook stepping into the room. He smirks at you, eyes dark on yours as Jin rails you against the wall, grunting with each hard thrust.

He slams into you so hard you throw your head back and almost forget Jungkook is watching. ‘Jin!” you cry out.

‘You feel so fucking good,’ he tells you breathlessly. You push the hair back off his sweaty forehead.

‘Go on, cum for me,’ you tell him. Jin circles his hips, and lets out a loud moan. An instant later you feel his release within you. For a moment you cling together, breathless and panting. He pulls out of you, and you quickly pull your panties up so you don’t leak all over the floor. Jin turns to see Jungkook. He doesn’t look surprised.

‘Wait,’ Jungkook tells you. He kneels in front of you, and before you can stop him, he is licking a path up your thigh, pressing his lips to the centre of you, eating Jin’s cum out of you. The pleasure is indescribable.

‘Jungkook,’ you cry. You thread your fingers through his hair. Your cunt feels so sensitive from Jin, and Jungkook’s tongue is so wet, so sloppy. He presses a thumb to your clit, the rest of his fingers splayed over your abdomen.

Jin kisses you as Jungkook licks you out. He unbuttons the top few buttons on the bodice of your dress, exposing your bra. He lifts your breasts out, sucking at your nipple.

The pleasure is building, spiralling. ‘Oh my god,’ you pant. ‘Don’t stop.’

‘Not gonna stop,’ Jin tells you. Jungkook just continues to lick up into you. You cry out as you cum on Jungkook’s face, bucking into his mouth. His hands pull you close, encouraging you to grind against him.

When you pull away he smiles at you, mouth and chin pink and swollen and slick with you.

‘Oh my,’ you say. Jungkook helps you pull up your panties, and you kiss him. You all hear the car outside at the same time.

Jin looks out the window. ‘I’ll buy you a few minutes,’ he says, quickly heading downstairs.

Jungkook helps you straighten out your dress, and he washes up in the adjoining bathroom.

‘Jin says he likes this place,’ you tell Jungkook.

Jungkook looks down at your flushed face and pretty eyes. ‘I like it too,’ he tells you, affectionately smoothing your hair.

‘Shall we put an offer in?’ he asks you. He holds out an arm for you and you hook your hand into the crook of it.

‘Yes. Please get this house for me,’ you say jokingly.

‘Anything you want, baby,’ Jungkook says. He isn’t sure if you realise how much he means it.

***

Jungkook jogs across the road. ‘Hey,’ he says breathlessly.

You had planned to meet outside the hospital for your first ultrasound. ‘You ok, Kook?’ you ask, brushing his hair out of his face affectionately.

Jungkook takes your hand. ‘Can’t wait to see our baby,’ he says, eyes sparkling.

The staticky loud rush gives way to a steady whoosh. ‘That’s the heartbeat,’ Dr Kim tells you. She smiles. ‘Everything looks great.’

You look up at Jungkook, who is squeezing your hand. ‘Oh my god, Kook,’ you breathe.

He smiles at you, and from this angle it almost looks like he has tears brimming in his eyes.

Dr Kim hands you a tissue to wipe the gel off your belly.

‘I’ll schedule in an appointment for your next scan in a few weeks. In the interim make sure you eat well, take your vitamins.’

You nod and stand. Jungkook looks like he’s stuck to the chair.

‘Kook,’ you prompt, touching his shoulder. He looks up at you and lets you lead him out.

Outside, you pass him the ultrasound printout you were given. ‘You keep it, love,’ you tell him.

He raises his eyebrows. ‘Don’t you want it?’ He is already tucking it carefully into his wallet.

Jungkook stops to kiss you thoroughly on the sidewalk.

‘I’m so happy,’ he whispers to you, pressing his forehead to yours.

You are touched by his obvious joy. ‘Oh Kookie, you’re really making my ovaries flutter right now,’ you tell him, smiling affectionately.

He puts his arms around you, holding tight. ‘Can I take you to see my parents? They’re going to be so excited about their grandchild.’

You flush. ‘What about Jin?’

Jungkook shrugs so nonchalantly you feel like dropping to the pavement to worship his cock right there. ‘It’s going to be the cutest baby ever. Nothing else is important.’

‘Oh my god, Kook, can you stop please. I feel like sucking your cock dry right now.’

In the car, he lets you do just that.

‘Fuck,’ Jungkook says after he cums down your throat. His hand tightens so hard on the steering wheel his knuckles blanch white.

You hum as you lick the last drops of cum from his cock. ‘Love your cock,’ you say, and Jungkook moans at you, closing his eyes.

‘You’re going to make me hard again,’ he mutters.

You lovingly tuck him back into his pants. Jungkook pulls you into his arms. ‘I love you so fucking much,’ he tells you, kissing your face, practically pulling you into his lap.

You pull away breathlessly. ‘Kook,’ you murmur. ‘We’re in the car park. Let’s go.’

He looks at you mischievously. ‘Did sucking my cock make you wet?’ he asks.

This is a characteristic trait of Jungkook. One second he is innocent and sweet, the next he is indescribably filthy. It’s what you love most about him.

Your phone rings, saving you from answering. It’s Jin.

©hamsterclaw 2021

#bts smut #seokjin smut #seokjin x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader

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tamagochiie · 3 years

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pairing: timeskip!kenma x fem!reader

synopsis: You come home late from your cousin’s funeral, and though Kenma didn’t expect much from you but perhaps a few leftovers you’ve managed to steal away from the dinner, he finds you with a surprise: a sleeping child cradled around your neck and a teenage boy hovering behind you.

Your poor boyfriend wondering what in the hell it is you’re plotting…

tags: angst and fluff, time skip!, slight spoilers if you squint

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of depression, cursing

w/c: 2.2k

tagging list: @angrylittleriri @chims-kookies @gooseyhouse

a/n: hello! welcome to the second chapter of the series! i’m posting this a little later than expected because wifi is really trying to cock block me from posting :’) i honestly wasn’t expecting people to like or interacting with this fic, so my heart is super warm right now :>

anyway, I hope you enjoy!

happy almost new year! see you all next week!

master list

<< life as we know it | life as he’s known it >>

You wonder what the younger version of you would think if you went back in time and told her she'd be eating at a dining table filled with food that wasn't microwavable, and the air wouldn't be filled by the sound of metal clanging and scraping against each other, but instead be filled by the lilting giggles of a little boy; his older brother pressing him to keep it down; and Kenma's casual yet awkward attempt to relate to the two.

She would probably cry.

Your parents' work piled up to the late hours of the evening and spilled into the morning, leaving you in a constant state of dejection. The house would be barren, nothing but the faint ticking of the old grandfather clock to keep you company. But even if your parents were home, it would still be the same; the air cold and unmoving.

Your parents were not warm nor were they emotional, and maybe that's what drew you to Kenma; he was quiet, rarely affectionate, and gave you more than enough room to breathe. Sure, there were the occasional forehead kisses, the head pats, the 'how are you doing' texts, and sometimes if he was brave enough, he’d interlock pinkies with you in public.

But you grew selfish, finding yourself wanting a little more each time you saw him, and you weren't sure if it was okay.

Was it okay to yearn for things?

Was it okay to ask for more?

But Kenma saw through your facade of accepting things as they are and right into your neediness. He was willing to give as long as you asked or even when you were too shy to do so. He even gave you his whole life without sparing a second thought even if the realization that he had done so came much later.

"Here, let me." Kenma slips his hands over yours, taking the plate from within your grasp to wash it in your place. He bumps his hips against yours, causing you to stumble away from the sink.

You mumble a thank you before resorting to wiping down the dishes and setting them on the rack.

You delight in his banter. He asks you about your day, stealing glances between you and the stack of dishes before him while you give him the run down. He listens to you intently, gaze wandering a little longer when he hears an exasperated sigh escape your lips, but you let him know you're just fine.

"What about you?" You ask, tilting your head and playfully moving it in front of Kenma's face, blocking him from the plate he needs to scrub. "How was your day?"

He hums, tiptoeing over you to finish the chore like the diligent little worker he is. "It was another day," You frown at him and his lack of effort to push further. He rolls his eyes, chuckling at your pouty face. "I played another trial game with Eiji—"

"And how'd that go?"

"Oh, he's absolute shit—ow!" Your slap against his arm resounds throughout the apartment, causing Yuki and Eiji's to jerk their attention towards you both. You mold your face into a look of ease, sparing them a warm smile, telling them you saw a fly.

"The hell?! I wasn't finished!" The pudding head seethes. "Sure he was shit, but he was still better than you."

The cocky grin slipping across his lips matching with his lidded eyes has you throwing your hands, erupting a series of ow's. "You're such an ass, you know that?"

"Yeah, the ass you chose." He sneers, handing you the last plate to dry.

He rubs his arm in an attempt to soothe the stinging, glaring at you begrudgingly. It takes you a while to ease back into his trust, but you do, and he picks up where he leaves off as if he wasn't in any pain to begin with.

He tells you about his little trip to the convenience store with Yuki for his strawberry milk, and the foreign, constricting feeling that wouldn't leave his chest until they came back home. How he couldn't let go of Yuki's hand when they were in the store, and if he did, it would send him in a state of sheer panic.

"Must be your mommy instincts kicking in," You joke, and he only rolls his eyes.

He also admits inadvertently turning all your favorite whites into various shades of pinks and blues. As someone as analytical as Kenma, he was challenged by the task of separating the lights from the darks.

You snort, earning a scowl from your boyfriend and a string of explanations to defend his case. But it isn't the mistake that makes you laugh, but rather how far you've come after a month of adjustments and an unfortunate series of events.

The first two weeks were exceptionally trying. No one spoke a word and everyone walked on eggshells. Eiji was still too shy to look at you, his responses down to a bare minimum and quieter than a whisper; Yuki cried almost all the time over every little thing, and the vein in Kenma's neck was threatening to pop every time he did.

It didn't help when you and Kenma would end your nights at each other's throats, bickering till you fell asleep. And when morning came, you'd be greeted by the emptiness from his side of the bed.

And it helped no one when the two of you would avoid each other, never crossing paths or breathing a word the moment you came home until it was too painfully awkward to continue.

Two and half hours charged with petty arguments, things of the past, and all the little things that came in between only to have finally arrived at one conclusion: You weren't parents and you weren't Akihiro-san. You were your own people and it was okay to do things differently.

Even if different meant that Kenma might call the kids by the wrong name or forget the fact he's living with someone else other than you. Even if different meant that you'll be absent-mindedly teaching Yuki a few curses to add to his vocabulary or forgetting to enroll them in school.

The truth is no one from the family was going to return your calls, and you were probably going to spend the rest of your twenties making up bedtime stories and giving pretty bad advice to someone just a few years younger than you.

Which brings you here, wearing your bathing suit as you share your bubble bath with Yuki because he wanted to play with the rubber duckies he whined and moaned at Kenma to buy for him at the store.

Lathering his hair with shampoo, Yuki's head leans against your chest, eyes gleaming beneath the bathroom lights. He beams at you, giggling at the ticklish feeling as you massage his head. He brings attention back to his ducks, making crashing sounds as he splashes them into the water.

"Is that how ducks swim?" You ask, washing away the soap from his hair. "Don't they just kinda...float around?"

He shakes his head before twisting his body to face you. He's got a tough expression plastered on; brows furrowed, his jaw clenched, eyes unwavering.

A very serious boy.

"These are special ducks," He explains, raising one to your face."These are battleship ducks."

Your lips fall to an 'o', still not picking up what he's putting down but you pretend you do.

Is this what kids are into these days?

Yuki goes on to tell you about his special ducks; something about lasers in their eyes, super special flying skills, and...echo location? You ask him if he's sure—if you heard him right, but he's as firm with his stance as he is with the death grip he has on his rubber duckies.

You drain the tub before rinsing yourselves beneath the warm water of the shower. Yuki flips his hair around, air drying himself as he steps out of the tub. You tell him to brush his teeth while he waits for you to finish rinsing.

"Hey, Oba-san," Yuki's call is muffled by the foam of the toothpaste still in his mouth. "Are you and Kenma-san married?"

You nearly fall when you slip off of your bathing suit and into your pajamas. "Ah, no, Yuki. We're not."

"But aren't you in love?" He asks, oblivious to the sudden shift in the atmosphere, spitting into the sink and washing his mouth.

Your eye twitches and you swallow the lump in your throat before it goes big enough for you to choke and die. "Uhh, people don't always have to marry right away just because they're in love..."

"But Kenma-san said he's been in love with you for four years."

"I—Yeah, well—"

"That's sounds like a really long time, Oba-san." You can't tell if he means to sound condescending. You can't tell if your mom has awakened from the grave and possessed the young boy because she woke up thinking she had a few more things she'd like to pester you with.

"Well, Yuki," You gather the little patience you have left, taking a deep breath as you step out of the tub. The bathroom tile is cold against the soles of your feet, sending a shiver down your spine. Enough to keep you sober for trivial conversation with a six year old boy. "Love—Love kinda looks different for everyone, Yuki."

You choose your words carefully, not wanting to say anything that might confuse him.

You help him into his clothes, his hair leaving wet patches onto his his dinosaur pajamas. He listens to you intently, looking right into your eyes. "There are people marry the moment they meet—or at least after a short while—because they can't help but feel sure?”

And you can’t help but feel flustered at your own explanation, not too sure with your words, “...and other people don't do that. Some relationships move at a faster pace and other's move a bit slower; and Kenma-san and I...we're happy with how things are right now."

He hums, nodding his head as if he understands. "Even though Eiji-san and I are here?"

"Yes, little love." You assure him with the new nickname, booping his nose. "Even though you're both here."

You grab his towel and dry his hair. You pat down the tiny puddles of water on his face and neck, noting to wipe behind his ears.

"But," Yuki mumbles through the material of the towel, swatting your hand away to to catch his breath, "sometimes people don't like different..." Yuki pushes the towel to this side, his glossy eyes meeting yours and your heart cracks. "They didn't like my dad 'cause he was different."

"H-He didn't love someone th-that looked like y-you..." Yuki bites down on his bottom lip, keeping it from quivering and fixating his eyes onto the tiles of the floor to prevent himself from choking on his words. "H-He...He loved someone that look like Kenma-san."

You understand what he means. You know full well. Their father was gay and because of that, your family ostracized him without wasting another breath. As if it was easy as blinking.

You knew what their father had been going through, you had enough time to help, yet you stood idle, doing nothing but add to his loneliness.

You kept all the sunshine Akihiro-san shared with you during your bluest days, even when it had been so obvious he needed it more than you.

But not once did you ever think about returning a sliver of it. And you wonder maybe if you hadn't been so selfish and naive, a silver lining would've been enough to avoid something as painful as this.

Instinctively, you pull him close to you, threading your fingers through his still damp hair. You shush him and press kiss on the crown of his head as his petite figure trembles in your arms. You let him sob into your shirt, his fingers twisting the material in anguish.

And it breaks your heart that a little human like him would not only know the meaning of anguish, but how it feels to have it tear through his heart.

It takes a few moments for Yuki to catch his breath and for you to ease him. He slumps onto you as he regains his strength. You tell him you're sorry because you are and because you don't know what else to say.

You try to use his strawberry milk and his brother as an incentive to keep him from crying again. And after a few minutes it works.

You trail closely behind him when he walks out of the bathroom. He begins to run when he gets closer to Eiji, the pitter patter of his wee little feet carrying in the apartment.

You watch as Yuki thrusts himself forward into the arms of his brother, and Eiji doesn't fail to catch him. The sight before you leaves you gawking in silence, watching Eiji unravel into his big brother form as he lifts Yuki to the ceiling, playfully sniffing his under arms, the crook of his neck, and even his little bum before complimenting him, "Good job, you smell just like flowers."

His giggles float in the air, swarming around the apartment as if he hadn't been crying just a few minutes ago.

And as you watch the scene unfold do you decide to step out of the sidelines, using this warm moment shared between the boys as your driving force to keep the last of your cousin's light safe.

#Kozume Kenma #Kenma x reader #Kenma x y/n #Haikyuu!!#Kenma imagines #Haikyuu Imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #kenma headcanons #kenma kozume headcanons #kenma hcs #kenma fluff #kenma angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst

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shesawriter39049 · 3 years

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|PRIVATE SHOW|M|

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader

SMUT/LIGHT ANGST

About-Just a casual lunch outing where Tae’s trying to do his job and your trying to get him off under the table with your shoe...nothing new!

OR- Tae and yourself are grabbing lunch at 71 Above, after checking out the last couple of venues for the company's end of the year Holiday party. While at said restaurant, it becomes a humbling reminder that the most important people in your life are essentially a secret...cute!

WC:5k

WARNINGS: Public sex -ish( A foot-job under the table) dirty talk, teasing, light edging, frontage (kinda), overstimulation, Tae comes in his YSL leather pants, mentions of Oral (Male receiving), Tae is somewhat submissive, whilst also being a little shit. “Baby boy/Good boy” Kink

DNA Era Tae meets 2020 Tae

Tae is her baby and also her Executive Assistant

He just wants to hold her hand tbh

NOTE: This is a stand alone smut drabble within my OT7 poly universe called “7 DEEP”. Short AU SUMMARY: Your husband Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in an open relationship with! P.S. If you’re new here Kookie joins the party a little later….

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“So” Musing over your cocktail glass “Thoughts on the last place?”

Eyeing the man sitting across from you intently who’s clearly in the holiday spirit. Dressed in a deep red silk button-down, apparently, he’s taken a page out of Jimin’s book considering it’s barely buttoned, to begin with! Honestly, he’d be better off not even wearing one at all at this rate.

Smoky silver locks messily styled out of his face showcasing those bushy yet sculpted brows of his. One of your favorite past times has become watching Tae become more confident as he grows into himself. No longer finding the need to hide behind his long shaggy bangs, though you can’t; lie, you do kinda miss him looking like the puppy he truly is deep down. However this, version of Tae just hits different, your baby boy looks like a whole ass man and you’ll never get over it!

God the things you endlessly wanna do to him…..even after all these years....

You watch Tae sigh almost miserably over a mouthful of lobster mac which seems completely out of place considering the way the dish in question smells…“Honestly?”

Offering a curt nod, encouraging him to continue as you welcome yourself to his plate! The amount of cheese that’s trickling from your fork is actually disrespectful!

“It was cute, I liked how big the lot is, and more importantly how spaced out the spots are! You know how rich people get about people being too close to the damn cars!” Rolling his eyes as if he in he’s excluded from that category and you can’t help but scoff.

“Tae you technically are one of those people at this point. Just like...yesterday actually, you almost ripped Jackson’s balls off for bumping into your rearview mirror but carry on.” Flicking your fork in his direction, ignoring the sharp glare he sent your way in the process.

This time around I think both of his eyes managed to roll in different directions, again, Jimin’s wearing off on him! “Anyway, yeah, I don’t know, I liked the space, the exposed brick beams in the ceiling was cool. Kinda gave it a homey vibe which is fitting….”

You could hear it hanging off his tongue, he sounds very, “meh” about it, so you opt fil in the blank. “Butttt??”

“Butttt, I -It felt like...like I was forcing myself to like it…” Slouching down into his seat, features a little uneasy, as if him not liking the venue was a direct insult to the owner personally! You on the other hand you let out a bated breath that you weren’t even aware was being held, eyes wide shining with relief.

“Oh thank fuck” Hand slamming down absently along the table, “I thought it was just me, and I felt like such an ass too because-”

“They were so sweet” Came in unison, both of you almost cooing as you said it! Hands placed dramatically over your heart as you reclined against your chair.

“So sweet,” Tae parroted in a light pout,”I mean they were literally wearing matching loafers Y/n. Matching” Idly jading a fork into his side salad in a way that’s borderline concerning actually, a tad bit aggressive over there!

” But it just-I don’t know, I guess will always think like those broke college kids at heart” Flashing you a brief glowing smile that you can’t help but return, humming in agreeance.

“Which isn’t a bad thing, per say, the mentality definitely keeps us humbled! But there’s time and place for that attitude and honestly I just wasn’t feelin it! At least not in comparison to the others we’ve seen, it wasn’t fighting the vibe were going for. Regardless of how good the offer is” Shrugging over another mouth full of food and you there’s not much else for you to say because that was your consensus exactly.

Basically, once the two of you showed up, the cute little husband and wife duo offered you a deal which would essentially consist of them renting you the space for next to nothing. In exchange, they’d want you to post a couple of ads via your company and personal social media accounts as promo. Your initial thought outside of just thinking they were utterly adorable was how much money you’d save...but as Tae said, thankfully that’s not really a concern anymore, if you wanted you can get it!

Easily…discounts and barters aside, just a flick of the wrist and it’s yours!

“True, also can we just take a moment to talk about how aesthetically pleasing the Valentine was though?” Tossing your head back with a dramatic groan “I mean fuck you already know the way I feel about industrial spaces, the high, glass ceiling, all the greenery..” Eyes rolling to the back of your head with a slight moan…as you envision the space. Especially how moody and sexy the overall venue would look with thousands of lights cascading from the glass ceilings.

Clearly the venue was doing ....a lot for you right now!

Brow cocked at the blatant...enthusiasm surrounding the location in question “Mmm, well that’s something...interesting to add to the kink list, just when I thought I’d explored every avenue, but apparently not.” Voice low, teasing, head cocked to the side, a shit eating grin plastered along his lips, as he swirls his tongue along the tip of his straw in a way that’s……

“ I guess we’re adding “industrial spaces” to the list. Noted.” Smirking around his drink like the little shit he is!

Right, you may or may not have crossed your legs at the sudden drawl laced within his delivery but not before, kicking his shin with the tip of your heel, “You little shit” Rolling your eyes at the way he dramatically rubs the side of his leg, hitting you with straight puppy dog eyes as he pouts over at you as if you actually caused serious damage!.

Leaning forward a little so you don't have to try as hard to whisper, the notion has your breast essentially sitting on top of the table. Not that they weren’t already on full display in your dress or anything. Hand slipping beneath the table, landing on his kneecap. “What? Suddenly you don’t like a little pain?” Tone blatantly teasing whilst ghosting your nails agonizingly slow up his inner thigh, and his entire body goes rigid at the sensation. Tae’s always been extremely...

“God, your still so sensetive....” You weren’t intending for that to come out in the form of a moan but considering the one that fell from his lips in return...you ain’t mad about it! 100% dialed in to the way his eyes are fluttering, jaw tight, trying his damndest to play it cool, especially once the waitress makes eye contact silently asking if the two of you need anything. “Takes so little Hmm?”’

Flashing him a quick smile, waving her off for the time being, far too focused on another task to entertain anyone else right now! Only stopping your ministrations once your fingers land right beneath his balls.

“This place is very well lit, I like the hue, it’s casting a good soft-light, especially the way it’s bouncing off your complexion...” Eyes cascading against the ceiling, tone casual, until your eyes drop....

“You’d look so fuckin good, coming for me right now...” The words purr off your tongue, flashing him a cheeky little wink, and poor Taehyung chokes on his martini!

“You know how much you love being watched...I could have you making a mess all over yourself and no one would even know. ” Not even trying to hide the smirk playing on your lips when you can already feel the tension in the room rise. “My own little private show...” Eyes wicked as your fingers wander a little higher, gently pressing your palm down around his dick. Rubbing tauntingly, the touch isn't enough through the thick leather, however it does instantly make his length swell in the confines of his pants! We all know this….underwear is nonexistent in Tae’s world! “Kinda brings me back to our college days...” Teeth sinking into your bottom lip at the mere memory...you getting Tae off whilst in the lecture hall full of 300 plus students.

Regardless of the deer in headlights look flashing across his face his legs still spread apart, hips bucking forward because well as we just said...baby boy loves being watched. This however, prompts you to once again change positions, now digging your nails into the back of his thighs before letting the tips of your fingers tickle free. Coly bringing them back above surface to take another languid sip of your drink, tossing a strand of hair over your shoulder.

Ya know, I can’t say you’re surprised by his reaction, baby boy can dish it but sure can’t take it, neck and chest flushing to rival his shirt! Banging on his sternum in an attempt to reroute the liquor burning his lungs.

“Jesus-fuc-Y/n!” You have the nerve to hum inquisitively, only this time for his sanity he humors you! “Can you like not go from asulting me to-” Looking over his shoulder before dropping his voice down to a whisper “Stroking my dick, and offering to get me off under the table, all in the span of a nanosecond!?” The plea hissed through clenched teeth but the complaint was half hearted at most! Well aware his dicks already throbbing in his pants at the thought alone! “Fuck me” Sucking in a harsh breath, as he raked his fingers through his scalp.

“Well…” Tonguing at your inner cheek, eyes fluttering away as if you were in deep thought… “In my defense you kinda started it, bringing up my kink list like I don’t own a whole ass porn company!” Propping your chin on your palm, gaze locked and loaded “Like I wasn’t thinking about tainting that sweet innocent couple by letting them watch as I dropped to my knees, letting you fuc-”

“Y/n!” He actually attempts to sound almost applauded, like he doesn’t love how absolutely filthy your mouth is. However there’s a silent little “please” playing on his tongue, no matter how threatening he tried to sound.

You giggled, straight up giggled, reclining in your seat, amused, and somewhat satisfied so you let him be, for the time being anyway. Though you may have eaten your angel hair pasta in a very obscene manner, every now and then you’d sinfully suck the noodles through your overly glossed lips! However, if he dared to clock you on it you’d just simply note that it was your way of not messing up your makeup….

The two of you finish your lunch in comfortable silence, making small talk here and there, a mixture of work and bullshit until Tae’s phone goes off with a couple text notifications.

A low hum rattling in the back of his throat as he eyes the message from Hoseok. Subconsciously Tae reaches across the table, intertwining your fingers before bringing your knuckles up to his lips. Grazing them with his lips casually as he scrolls through his phone.

“Alright baby, so, I have a list ready, we have a couple brands that wanna work with us for the party. Seoks already narrowed it down to the ones that are actually worth discussing however-“

Honestly, it took both of you a minute to even realize what was going on, the skinship was second nature at this point. It wasn’t until his thumb grazed over your wedding band that the notion even resonated! Tae and yourself were a good two drinks in, feelin all warm and fuzzy and got caught up in the moment! Temporarily forgetting that you were in the middle of a restaurant in Downtown LA! Forgetting that the Kim currently caressing your knuckles and calling you baby is not the one you're technically married to! It may seem minor in retrospect, but you’ve always tried to stop yourselves from getting comfortable, with being comfortable in certain locations if that makes sense! You slip up one to many times and the next thing you know it happening in the office or on the red carpet!

Taehyung’s eyes grow almost comically wide, straight panic flashes over those big brown orbs of his and your heart sinks as you watch his head whip around, checking to make sure no one caught the interaction. It was almost painful how quickly he disconnected from you as his entire face dropped and no, just no!

“Hey...hey no it’s fine, it’s like 2 in the afternoon on a Tuesday! Not to mention we’re tucked in a booth in the corner ,we’re good, nobody heard or saw you…” Voice calm and quiet, trying to come off comforting, flashing him a weary smile. Reaching across the table to thumb at his palm, and it would be a lie to say you didn't also check over your shoulder before hand as well’

A dry almost bitter chuckle leaves his throat as he flinches away, tossing the fork down on his plate sliding it halfway across the table indicating he is more than done eating. Flicking the bridge of his nose with his index finger, jaw twitching, “Yeah, lucky me huh? I actually got to hold your hand for all of two seconds before we realized I’m techionally not allowed to do that unless were in fuckin I don’t know Alaska!”

He’s agitated, and with every right to be, even if he is being a little dramatic. Thankfully he’s keeping his voice low, but you can feel how tight his throat is, the amount of grit laced within his tenor has your eyes bugging out of there socket.

“Bab- “ It was a reflex, whenever he’s upset it’s just what falls from your lips, and he gives you a look, almost as if to say “How fucking dare you” ! The level of hurt the pet name just rendered within his eyes is-

Eyes sharp, brows furrowed “Noo, nooo, we literally just went through this. That’s not the way it works for us in this kinda setting” Flailing his arms around to reference the restaurant. “Wrong Kim” Well damn. “So it's Tae in public remember!?” Brow quirked accusingly, he’s abating this entire situation, almost like he wants you to snap, a second away from whisper yelling! “ Or maybe I should say Taehyung, hell just use my full government while your at it. Let’s make it real impersonal, Mr. Kim maybe?” Head cocked to the side as if he’s being genuine and not a total smartass right now.

You-he’s ...hurt, and you get that, hell you respect that, but Lunch at 71 Above is not the time or place for this conversation. You’re trying to approach this on a more rational level, however the condescending delivery is making it hard, and your only human. Eyes rolling to the back of your head before you can even catch yourself and that little gesture seems to be what officially set him off!

You can physically see the tension within his face... “I’m gonna go get some air, I might actually call a Uber or somethin,.” The words trailed off his lips low in mumbled but clear enough to be heard because that’s ultimately what he wanted to begin with.

There was something in his eyes you couldn’t read, a combination of anger/hurt mixed another emotion you can’t quite pinpoint! But whatever it is, you fuckin hated it! Throat running painfully dry as watch him slide his chair out and even though realistically you know at max he’s headed home...Still the gesture alone is gut wrenching because you know this runs deeper than just this situation!

“Tae” His name leaves your throat as more of a warning, reaching up to take an almost possessive grip on his wrist. Fingertips landing on the edge of his Cartier bracelet, the one you're both wearing actually, same arm and all!

A deep labored breath shutters from his chest at the contact, thighs feelin like a newborn fawn, gaze hesitantly meeting yours. “Tae, baby” Daring to use the endearment again regardless of your current surroundings “Sit back down so I can order us dessert and we can discuss whatever you want...just-please” The ending whisked off your tongue so faint your almost wondering if he even heard you!

Taehyung narrows his eyes, teeth clenched, tongue nudging his inner cheek! “I’m not really in the mood for cake right now Y/n. To be honest I just wanna leave” You know he’s aiming for dry but instead he lands somewhere around defeated , which makes it even worse. You’re both well aware this is not truly about cake, it’s about his constant need to run away from shit!

Sliding your fingers down his wrist, interlocking your fingers, giving them a firm squeeze. Eyes locked with his “Then you can get whatever you want, but I need you to just be here right now, I really, really need you to sit here, and just breathe through this with me.”

He’s know what your really asking is for him not to run away for once!

A faint little “Whatever” Leaves his lips and then he’s dead silent, silent as he slides his chair out, remaining as such for what feels like hours, and it has your heart beating painfully hard against your ribcage. It’s almost like he’s not even here, eyes fixated on some random painting on the opposite side of the restaurant, chewing at his inner cheek until....

“I’m sorry…” He admits after a baited breath, stroking your palm with his thumb gently, you can see him working over his thought’s in his head before speaking. ”I can’t - fuck I never know when I’m going to get all in my feels with shit like this, sometimes it just sucks harder than others I guess” The curt little shrug that leaves his shoulders let’s you know how uncomfortable he is, Tae’s overall persona suddenly seems mounds smaller in this moment. Anxiously stroking the back of his own neck “But....I shouldn't have come at you like that! That was fucked on my behalf and for that I’m truly am sorry ! This isn't all on you, or Joon we all-”Gazing over his shoulder before continuing “There’s just- there’s a lot, we have families and it’s just, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that, ...”

Dropping his voice a little lower “I just fuckin love you” There’s a timid smile playing on his lips “and if the offer still stands I would really fuckin like chocolate cake…”

You actually snort, that’s your first instinct because only Tae, but the plus is it lightens the mood immensely! The sudden outburst triggers that full boxy grin to come into play and god your so damn enamored by this man it’s actually sad. Bringing his knuckles up to your mouth, grazing them past your lips like he did yours moments prior. “I love you too, and chocolate cake sounds fuckin amazing, and liquor, we need new drinks, actually we need an entire bottle! ” You laugh and then so does Tae, suddenly your holding hands and laughing together and everything else just seems so miniscule in the moment.

~~~~~

So, here’s the thing...being a CEO of one of the top Adult film entertainment companies is not on the same level as like..I don’t know….

Owning a high-end clothing company, or being a reality star or something. Your field is praised just as highly as it is tabooed, so with that being said, it’s not like your the top topic on E-news, or on Business Digest. You still have a strong sense of normality, point blank you’re not that important. It’s not as common for outsiders to know the high rollers within the porn industry the way it is in other fields!

However there's another avenue to factor in where the 7 of you are concerned, and that’s the world of social media, and that’s a completely different world entirely! One that’s heavily intertwined in your state in particular, living playing, and working in LA….I mean let’s get real, shit not normal here, by any means!

You’re a 26-year-old wealthy CEO, that goes to work in a Ferrari, cute little bodycons, Louboutin's, and Chanel bags! Your executive assistant is Tae for fucks sake, he looks like a model his damn self , on the surface your life is an aesthetically pleasing wet dream. An influencer without even trying for the title, if your 2.7 million followers are at all telling! So in the public eye, especially when out in Downtown LA..you try to be discreet.

Just last week Jimin was hanging all over you while walking through Saks and one of your mutual followers stopped to ask for a picture. Again this isn’t a daily occurrence, you’re not comparing yourself to Rhianna, but it’s why you do move with a slight air of caution when in your city! You literally live in a place where people become famous for running into walls, nevertheless owning their own business!

The world knows you’re married to Namjoon, and to be honest there’s numerous reasons the other aspect of your dynamic stays hidden! More than just the obvious….

However there’s been rumors circulating over the years, or at least now that Hollywood’s decided you hold some relevance! Ones pertaining your your sexuality, typically the tabloids assuming it, insulating your swingers, or that Namjoon’s bi. A Lot of these narratives circle back from your college days though, old classmates trying to slip tea to the media. Stories of when you could go to a party and it didn’t matter if you were sandwiched between Namjoon and Yoongi at the same damn time! Not to mention the dark side of social media where nothing ever truly dies, so yeah there are some questionable photos floating around. Luckily nothing recent enough to truly add fuel to the fire but you know deep down it’s only a matter of time!

One could argue it adds allure to the overall dynamic, especially considering your line of work, and maybe it wouldn’t matter if the boys were just casual thirds...but they’re not! They’re so much more than that and that’s what makes this hard, because well in laymen’s terms...people just fucking suck! So as heartbreaking as it is, where your other boys are concerned, in the public eye at least your “relationship” holds a strong air of mystery!

It’s the little things ya know? Like now for example, the fact that he could've easily gotten a foot job under the table but has to walk on eggshells about holding your hand at times! Shit just sucks sometimes, there’s no other way around it!

~~~~~~~

The two of you don’t really talk much until the dessert comes, more drinks and a bottle is in fact ordered as well! The silence felt a little more bearable this time around, busying yourselves on your phones. A very minor but significant change, is the fact that you still haven’t let go of his hand, even once the waitress returns. The simple notion has his entire dementor shifting! Fingers still tightly bound together and your chest flutters seeing the way he flushes almost bashfully at such minor PDA! Like the two of you didn’t hook up in the back of a club in London two months ago! Like you literally weren’t palming him under the table! Yet here he is blushing at openly holding your hand!

So fuckin cute!

Eventually two pieces of molten chocolate crepe cake gets brought over and holy fuck! Both moaning in unison as the pastry hits the table...

“Oh my goddd, we have to take a piece home for Jin, the like...convince him to learn how to make it!” You watch Tae’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he laces his lips around the fork! Groaning out in agreeance once the mixtures of pure sin hit his tongue.

“K...now back to , these sponsors...” Prompting over a mouth full of cake, not that you wouldn’t love to sit here and chill all day but you do have a 4pm conference call!

You watch as Tae glances down at your intertwined fingers, and his fork....realizing ones gotta go so he can pick up his phone and you physically coo back at him, melting into your set once he opts to drop the fork instead of your hand. Purposely avoiding your glance once he noticed the look on your face, nose scrunched and all!

“Right, so Uber reached out, more specifically Uber Luxxe, looking to send us 4 cars of our choice in exchange for a couple post. Spread out between IG, Twitter and Snap, I’m personally all for this one. The contract doesn’t seem excessive and I like that the post won’t feel forced! I mean realistically we were going to hire a driving service regardless! However something to also consider is our lack of filter when drinking! I mean...”Flailing his phone between the two of you as if to give an example, obviously referencing the little slip up moments prior. At least he can joke about it a little “So realistically, would we feel more comfortable with a private car service where there’s a contract involved as opposed to just some random?”

Tae just went full EA, out of nowhere and honestly ...

You blinked at him, almost dazed, fork halfway to his mouth because, what?! . “You sound so professional right now, it’s so fuckin hot.”

Tae choked on nothing but straight air before blushing profusely. “Baby-I mean-Y-“

You didn’t even flinch, continuing, unperturbed. “Nah, actually I think I’m in the mood to be baby right now!” Eying him wickedly “Your jaw just gets really tight, and your voice gets all low and raspy! It happens during meetings too, it’s really fuckin sexy! Reminds me of the way you sound when your lips are pressed into the side of my neck when we fuck.” It's just the casualness of it all, you sound like your ordering another appetizer and Tae’s about to choke on his dessert.

The grip he has on your hand is almost painful right now, “But don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here writing out my next script in my head, carry on. What rental service did you have in mind? Or did someone already reach out as well?”

It’s the way you just went from talking about Tae, being balls deep to sponsorships all in the span of a comma! In the words of your best friend you are pure chaos.....

Tae groans head hanging in defeat and your lips curl into a smirk, brow quirked in his direction.

“It’s the way I hate it here sometimes...” Snatching his hand away to jab his fork into the neglected pastry.

“Ah huh” You roll your eyes crossing your arms over your chest before leaning back. “Right, again let’s not act like you didin’t start this, both here and at the venue.” Leaning over the table again licking your lips “Don’t act like you weren’t eye fucking me the entire time, or the way you’d accidentally brush against me as we walked through the building. You’ve been practically begging for it all day.”

Tae just stares back at you, mind momentarily blank, stomach shifting into knots, letting the fork drop from those delicate fingers of his! Mouth opening and closing like a fish straight outta water...

“Did you think about it too? The acoustics in that place were fuckin insane, the way it would just echo through as you made me cum would just- fuck” You continued adding that lethal little purr back into your voice! “Or even better the way you’d sound, you don’t even know how bad I wanted to drop-“

“Y/n”

“Baby.” Phrasing the word borderline as a threat “Would you have liked that baby boy?” Cocking your head to the side, tongue teasing your bottom lip “Me on my knees for you looking up at you all pretty, letting you hold my hair and fuck my throat until you came straight into my mouth?”

Speaking of mouths' your just straight fuckin-mayhem ...and it’s making Taehyung’s brain feel like it’s melting through his ears! But god should we be surprised though?

It’s never taken much with you....

You’ve always been just what he needs and a little bit more than he can take all in one! You haven’t even touched him yet and he feels a moan creeping up his throat! Especially as he watches you swirl the tip of your tongue over the whipped cream on the edge of your fork, sucking it between your overly glossed lips in the most obscene manner.

Eyes locked and loaded, a second away from drooling, “Fuck, yeah,” He stutters breath hitching on his lungs, heat coursing through his skin. Tae’s veins literally feel like they’re on fire, subtly trying to shift in his seat to readjust himself! Glancing subconsciously out of his peripheral, the restaurant still chill and half empty. The waitress on the opposite end of the room attending to another couple!

“You always look so damn good with my cock down your throat, and my cum on your tounge. God, especially when I wrap my hand around your throat and I can feel you swallowing down around my-” Your tongue’s swirling all over this damn fork, and he can feel every flick your tongue against his dick, and it’s just...fuck! Not to mention once you accidently spilled some whipped cream on your lips, which you took your time licking off as well. “Jesus-Fuck, Y/n!!” Taehyung’s voice is dripping with arousal, and you already know he’s leaking all over the place.

“Yeah?” Humming around the form before setting it to the side “ You like the way I look when I’m chocking on your cock?” These questions are all rhetorical, your an ass “Or how about when I get a little messy because I can’t fit it all in my mouth?” Your eyes darken, words coming out over low gasps of air, almost as if your just as aroused as he is and that’s because you are!

“Your always such a good boy for me, so helpful too holding my hair back, guiding my mouth until you hit the back of my throat...holding me in place until I gag. You know how much I love when you get rough with me ..” Tae feels the sole of your red buttons tease up his thigh, shifting between his legs. The transition was so damn smooth it catches him off guard, instinctively wanting to push away but instead...

“You’d be loud for me too wouldn’t you? Show them how good you look falling apart for me, how good you look when you come down my throat....The way your eyes roll-”

“Holy-fuck Baby” Aggressively running his palms over his face until it’s matching his shirt “Please don’t do this to me right, now, if your gonna give it to me then fuckin let me have it but I cant-.”

You can’t help but smile back at him, so fond it almost seems out of place in the moment. “I’ll give you whatever you want Tae...you know this. You just gotta promise you’ll be good for me, we can’t draw-”

“I’m always good” He damn near growled at you, eyes daring you to say otherwise and well, who were you to deny Tae of what he wants!?Gently pressing your foot at the base of his cock, a satisfied smirk playing on your lips upon feeling that your boys already fully hard.

It’s the way the two of you are just casually in one of LA’s boujeiest restaurants and your deadass about to give him a foot job in Louboutin’s! Yup, your life had turned into a porno, you’ve officially made it!

“Kay, so back to that list of sponsors, first off I completely agree, as much as I love our contact at Uber I’d prefer an actual car service for something like that.” Here you go again the queen of the switch up, you’re back to discussing work yet there’s still a slight moan in your tenor. Breathy and light and Tae feels like all the airs being sucked from his lungs.

Tae shifts, spreading his thighs even further, shuddering out a bated breath as you point your toe, dragging it up and down! It’s a peep-toe so that alone allows you a little more flexibility! Pressure intentionally light so it’s just enough to have him on the brink of begging! But instead of doing so, he picks up his phone, hands shaky and all and continue doing his job as requested!

“Right..” Clearing his throat not sure why he currently sounds like he’s going through puberty again but K... “I’ll let Hobi know, maybe we can do something we’re we use them while planning this party or something! Since you vetoed a party planner will have a lot more running around to do! Realistically outside of Joon and Jin we all have coupes anyway...so it’s not like we can carry much!”

Mmm, always the innovator, even when all the blood and airs being rushed to his dick! You feel him try and slide forward, chasing after the stimulation.

“Ohhh, I really like that, and like you said it still feels somewhat organic because realistically our cars aren’t efficient for something like that” You press down harder against his cock almost as a reward “Good boy, what’s next?” Nodding towards his phone and it takes every ounce of self control he had to swallow down the moan laying on his tongue.

Eyes struggling to stay ajar as you continuously rub your foot up and down his length. Now applying more prominent pressure with the ball of your feet! Movement stealth from the waist up so you don’t draw attraction to yourself.

“Tae Tae” The nickname falls from your lips singsong like, and far too innocent for the demon seed you are. “Next?”

He doesn't even know what to really do except follow instructions, so he just nods, scrolling through his phone. “There was also a couple brands wanted to oh fuck-“ Gasping as you pick up your pace, damn near dropping his phone into the plate beneath him.

Face splitting into an amused grin, a hint of something wicked playing on your lips. Eyes gleaming with mischief, you watch those long, delicate fingers flex, clearly struggling this time around to bite back the moan like he needs to! Hands shaking as your continue working him at a merciless pace. Rubbing faster, harder, utilizing the rounded point on the head of your heel to press right against what your assuming is Tae’s tip by the way he shudders. Thighs shaking as he grips the edge of the table for dear life!

“Oh my godddd” Tae manages to just mouth the words as opposed to screaming them the way he desperately wants too. Tugging on his own scalp, trying to just do something to get himself busy!

“You fuckin love this....” It’s not even a question, more of a consensus!

Your eyes haven’t left his once, watching intently as you swirl your tongue around the straw before taking a sip. Moaning around it because well ya know, the drinks just that damn good apparently.

God his skin feels like it’s on fire, every stroke of your foot has him feeling like he’s coming undone!

He’s trying to focus, on his surroundings, this damn list everything but he can’t he just fucking can’t! Thankfully it’s you, and he trust you with everything he has, so his subconscious is somewhat at ease with all of this because he knows you got him!

“Yeah,fuck yeah you already know you can do anything to me” He states plainly, the most stable his voice has sounded in god knows when “Whatever you want” Gaze heavy through hooded lashes, looking straight at you with steady sinful eyes.

“Mmm, and always want it don’t you baby? Always...:”

He bites back a moan nodding, and then his phone rings, of course his phone fucking rings and it’s coming from the office because why the fuck not?!

“Answer” The command was simple, clearly no room for debate and hs eyes go wide,

“Baby” Complaining with a hint of a whine in his voice and when you don’t seem to give a damn....

“Yeah?”Jaw tight, nostrils flared as he picks up the phone. Adrenaline flies through his veins, pressure building in his gut as you relentlessly keep your pace intact! Pressing harder and deeper into all the right places until he’s coughing around Moans to try and cover it up!

Dropping his head slightly, propping it on his elbow as he squeezes the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “ Welp, That's where it would be so if you don’t see any were out, email me a list and I’ll make a Amazon-“

Taehyung’s chest heaves painfully tight, breathing becoming more erratic with every stroke and yes clearly there’s a strong voyeurism kink within this man! So as crazy as it may sound , the combination of the restaurant, and this phone call ?!

Yeah, he’s not gonna last!

Slouching down completely against the back of the booth, thighs spreading to full capacity. Fingers tangled in his Smokey locks holding his bangs out of his face. Eyes shut , jaw tight, neck slightly reclined, though to the naked eye he’d just appear to be on a very unpleasant phone call! When in all actually he’s finally just letting himself fall apart beneath your touch!

Eyes fluttering open just enough to glance down at you in a way that had you feeling like you could come right with him. Your gaze is Just as heavy as his, lips darting out to wet your lips though your throats suddenly what’s running dry!

Tae’s lips part slightly, though he’s falling apart he’s giving it right back to you. Hitting you with those sinfully needy fuck me eyes! The same ones you see when your riding and edging him until he’s coming tenfold! His breathing comes stagnate every time your foot moves and Tae finds himself gnawing down on his bottom lip to stifle the moans sliding up his chest! You can tell who's on the other end now, it’s the new secretary Alanna, and she legitimately is still getting her footing! Which is the only reason Tae is even entertaining the call, well one of the reasons!

You notice Tae’s breathing is starting to even out a little almost as if he’s gained some of his self control back and we don’t support that in this household. So you proceed to dig your foot right into the head of his cock and he straight wheezes! Body jerking off the wall and all ...

“No, I’m, fuck-“ There’s a moan that finally falls freely off his tongue that only barley seems acceptable because he in fact just choked! Voice coming out what feels like a octave lower and huskier , poor Alanna! “Yeah i'm good sorry , food just went down the wrong pipe.” He can barely think straight but he knows he needs to close this up “Hey look will be back within the hour and will sort it out then alright?”

I don’t even think he even waited for her to respond before hanging up and literally throwing his phone across the table! Gucci case and all.

“Everything okay? ?” Voice low and teasing, he knows you're technically asking about the office but your timing sucks ass!

“Fuck you” Falls off his lips in a barley audible moan, so consumed as his orgasm builds in the pit of his stomach! Eyes still struggling to stay open mouth, mouth falling slack, if your were in your right mind you’d tell him to pull it together alittle! Now that he’s off the phone, he either looks like he’s getting a foot job, or like he’s high on meth! Neither are appealing to the GP! God, he must look utterly ridiculous right now, thankfully he’s shifted against the booth so he’s facing a wall as opposed to other guest!

“Mm, my pretty baby’s close yeah?” Watching how heavily his throat bobs as he swallows, Tae’s leaking precum all over the damn place, so, close hips gently rocking into your foot as discreetly as possible, growing more desperate by the second. Fuck he needs to come, he needs to!

“Yeah baby please don’t- fuck” God he sounds so good, so needy and pliant and fuck!

“I got you...” At that you actually kick your shoe off, moving back to press down even harder, rubbing and rubbing forcing Tae to attempt to grab his drink in attempts to muzzle himself. However his hands are shaking too hard and he almost knocks it over!

“God baby I’m-“

“Be a good boy for me”

And he is, coming with a shuddering breath, under the steady pressure of your foot as his release tears through his veins. Dropping his to the table as subtly as possible(Hell maybe people will think he’s tipsy or not feeling well), thighs shaking, chest heaving painfully hard. He’s not completely silently but he does a lot better than expected, a low groan manages to slip past his lips.

“Good boy” The praise rolls off your tongue and goes straight to his dick, as if he needed anymore stimulation there. Another faint whimper falls off his lips until he’s drooling all over the table. Not even realizing initially, that his hips were still grinding into you until he’s hissing from oversensitivity! The force of his orgasm has Taehyung drawing straight blanks, hearing nothing but white nose rustling in the background!

Also, I don’t know what that says about Tae as a person but he’s not even remotely humiliated! The only thing that he’s about to regret once his mind's less foggy is how absolutely drenched his YSL leather pants are!

So busy trying to get his breathing back in check as he comes down from his high, he completely missed the way you’d signaled to the server. Calmly asking for her to add 8 more slices of cake to go, and bring the bill over!

His face is flushed, his pants feel gross as hell but above everything else he feels so damn good! Reaching down to still your foot, gently massaging the top as his eyes finally flutter open! Vision still a little hazy as he looks back at you with a dazed smile, and your gazing back at him with so much fondness that the first thing that slurs off his lips in a whisper is....

“I fuckin love you!”

Flashing him a wink in return as you make eye contact with your servers whose letting you know she’ll be over in a moment. Keeping your foot stationary for a moment, enjoying the well deserved foot massage. Occasionally flexing your toes to “accidentally brush against his dick. Giggling around your drink every time he'd hiss and jerk away!

This entire lunch situation was a damn mess, and high key reckless but, the blissed out smile written all over his face is more than worth it. Where just ugh...not gonna tell the boys about this!

“Love you too Tae”

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Everything from that moment on kind of feels like a blur honestly, up until the two of you sliding into your car and before you can even get yourself settled he’s on you! Yanking you out of your seat and into his lap before you can even put your seatbelt on which obviously is not ideal this is a sports car after all but you don’t dare complain! Taehyung’s far from shy with his wants, griping the back of your neck, sliding his fingers through your hair as he presses your lips together! He doesn’t try to ease you into it either It’s hard, hungry, desperate and overtly needy! Forcing both of you to huff out a staggered breath through your nose to even keep up! You breathe him in, and he breathes you out, it’s all open mouthed, and heady, an obscene amount of moans rolling off your tongues. Reclining your jaw, giving him free reign to explore your mouth. Tongue rolling against your slick and languid with years of finesse between the two of you. No matter how hard he’s kissing you it still doesn’t feel rushed, its deep, borderline sensual actually!

Tae pulls back just enough to nip at your bottom lip, dragging his across your jaw and down the side of your neck! Licking sucking and biting, along your skin, moaning at the way you arch and grind your hips into every touch! The two of you carry on like that until there’s suddenly something thumbing in the back of your throat!

“Hey..” There's a slight sternness within your voice that has him instantly trying to snap out of his postcoital haze. Stroking the hinge of his jaw “You know, how much I love you right? And if, we need to all sit down a re-”

Cutting you off with the smooth glide of his lips pulling you into a kiss that’s a slower, less needy, there’s no ulterior motive, Tae just wants to feel you “Nah, I don't wanna change anything sometimes- I just want-”

“I know...” Because you do, pressing your forehead to his, not even kissing just letting your breaths melt as one. Massaging his scalp gently, he already looks like he’s a second away from passing out! Pondering if maybe the two of you should switch places...

“Promise you’ll let me take care of you later” Tae nuzzles against the side of your face like a puppy wanting his ears scratched! Believe it or not he wasn’t always such a selfless lover, not until he found you guys! Now it’s almost like his orgasms feel incomplete if he’s the only one coming once it’s all said and done!

“You can do whatever you want to me Tae, you know this.” Placing a couple lingering kisses on those pouty lips of his before hesitantly shuffling into the passengers seat. Transfixed on the way he slips back into his lane, fixing his hair, pulling out his oversized cat eye frames to rest on the bridge of his nose. One hand on the wheel the other finding there home on your thigh. Noting the slight discomfort as he shifts in his seat, no doubt due to the fact that well, he just came in his pants.

“How about..” Leaning over to place a open mouth kiss right beneath is ear, digging your nails into his thigh until he moans. “ I clean you up a little on the drive, and we pit stop at mine, and we drop you off first so you can shower and chill. Then me and Joon will come back and crawl into bed with you after were done for the day..”

“Am I being given the rest of the day off Mrs. Kim?” You can already hear the smirk in his voice without even looking...

“Yes Mr. Kim that would be correct....” Already working the zipper before he can even respond because you already know how this is about to pan out...

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Hi my babies, first off IDK where this came from, I also wouldn’t consider it my best, but it was the first thing I’ve written in like 6 months which felt good. This was supposed to be up back in December I had a couple holiday prompts for the series that I never got around to completing ! But If you enjoyed show this some love and come talk to me!

Love always,

Rocki

#taehyung #taehyung smut #taehyung x reader #kim taehung #kim taehyung smut #bts #bts smut #bts x reader #kim taehyung x reader #kpop #kpop smut

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years

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Bittersweet (JJK x Reader) ☕️💜🔞

🍪 Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

🍪 Genre: Barista!AU, Mutual pining, smut because this is my content we’re talking about

🍪 Warnings: mentions of sickness, mentions of vomiting, best boi Koo, coffee puns, casual y’all during sex, protected sex because we have our lives under control in this household, overstimulation, rough! Koo, spanking (like..once), doggy-style because why not, reader rides Koo for a moment before he takes the upper hand again, they’re just being a mess ok

🍪 Summary: every day she’s his favorite costumer. So when she’s suddenly absent; what’s he supposed to do without any way to contact her?

Jungkooks eyes began to sparkle as she stepped inside, wrapped up in a fluffy brown jacket, a scarf around her neck.

His scarf to be exact.

Now, they both weren't a couple- but close enough. He'd given her his scarf the day before as she'd forgotten hers at home; and due to the cold weather outside, he'd immediately gotten concerned over her health. He knew that she hated the cold- so he'd gifted his own protection against the harsh wind outside to her, uncaring about himself in that moment.

It gave him a weird sense of pride knowing that she wore it still. And as she stepped closer, Jungkook had already prepared her usual order- never forgetting to include her favorite cookies, a thing he'd memorized by now. She never quite drank coffee, but more like, milk and sugar with a drop of coffee. His coworker, Jin, had made fun of it several times in the past; he'd always stepped in however, as soon as he could see how embarrassed she got.

"Oh?" He asked, as he noticed her red nose and glossy eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked, and she giggled before coughing. He furrowed his brows. Hopefully she didn't want to go to work like that- but by now he knew her well enough to have a very big suspicion that that was exactly her plan for the day.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh hey what's brewing? Looking good yourself, thanks for the compliment-" She said, trying to laugh but coughing again. "Hey look, I kind of wanted to return your scarf, but I also don't want to share my bacteria with you so- is it okay if I keep it for a bit?" She said, voice a bit muffled due to her facemask. He nodded, a slight pout on his lips.

"I know you're gonna go to work but-" He said, placing her order on the counter for her to take, as she placed down the money he took. "Can you at least go home a bit earlier? You really do look not so good." He said, doe-eyes growing a bit pleading at her as she sighed.

"I'll try, okay?" She said, and he nodded. Technically he'd ask her to promise, but he also knew how headstrong she was. The fact that she aknowledged his request was good enough for now.

"Okay." He said, smiling a bit as he waved from behind the counter as she left. "Take care!" He called out as she still waved, almost tripping over the small step outside the door as he chuckled, turning to the next costumer.

She wasn't there the next day.

Typically he should not get too worried about it, but as the week passed, she still didn't show up. A coworker of hers couldn't tell him either what was going on; only that she wasn't at work either.

So she was probably at home resting. Hopefully.

"...kook. Jungkook!" Jin called out, saving his younger coworker from spilling hot milk all over his hand. "Okay, spill the beans loverboy." He sternly said as he took him to the side, the cafe calm and almost empty as they were close to closing time. Jungkook sighed as he ran a hand over his face, groaning for a moment.

"I'm worried!" He exclaimed, no need to say out loud who he was talking about. "I know that she's an independent adult person who can surely take care of herself but what if something happened? What if she's at home too sick to take care of herself? Jin during the entire time she came here, she never missed an entire week!" He explained in pout as he let himself flop down on one of the small chairs. Seokjin sighed, before he looked at the clock.

"Go. I'll wrap things up today." He said, as Jungkook furrowed his brows. Even if he went home now, that didn't help his situation at all! "I'll give you her number and you can call her-" He started, as Jungkook suddenly jumped up.

"You have her number?! Why didn't you tell me?" He yelled, absolutely scandalized by this.

Seokjin threw his hands up in defeat. "Okay slow down, first of all you never asked. Second of all she told me not to!" He said, and Jungkooks look shifted. He suddenly didn't look offended anymore- he looked hurt. Betrayed almost.

"Why.?" He asked, now way quieter.

Jin sighed. "She wanted you to ask for it instead." He answered, and Jungkook threw his head back again, groaning as Jin laughed. "Give me your phone.." He said, taking the device from him and putting in her contact info. "There you go. Use protection kid!" He called after Jungkook, who'd immediately grabbed his phone and ran out, putting on his coat on his way.

The older one simply shook his head, smiling.

"..yeah?" The very tired voice of hers answered as Jungkook sat up straighter on his couch.

"H-Hey its Jungkook! You know, Kookie, the barista who puts in vanilla sugar instead of the lame stuff?" He said, and suddenly a laugh reached his ear, making him involuntarily smile. "Hey, I.. you didn't show up the entire week and it made me kind of worry so, I wanted to ask if you're good?" He asked, shyness slowly dying down.

Her voice sounded strained. "Yeah yeah, just great-" She said, before coughing. "Okay yeah no. Have you ever needed to sneeze but you couldnt?" She asked, and he hummed a reply, agreeing that he indeed had been in that situation before. "I feel absolutely like I'm gonna, you know, throw up, but I can't." She groaned, and his brows furrowed at that.

"I promise I don't try to be creepy here but-" He started, as he looked at his dog, peacefully sleeping next to him on the couch. "Can you give me your address maybe so I can come over? I- Listen I'm super worried, and no one should be left alone when sick." He said, and wondered if he was overstepping a line. Until he heard some shuffling, and a jingling sound.

"I'll text it to you, k? I uh.. unlocked the door now because I sure as hell won't be getting up anymore today." She said, as he chuckled.

"Oh, so you're gonna make me your maid?" He asked, and she giggled.

"Thats the plan Kookie."

"Y/N?" He called, without getting an answer. He thought about it, before trying a second attempt. "Midget!"

The answer was almost instantly. "The fuck do you mean Mid-" She tried, before coughing.

Jungkook walked inside the bedroom after searching for a moment, looking at her with a pitiful smile as he leaned against the doorframe. If she wasn't feeling so absolutely disgusting in that moment, she would've whistled at his way different outfit. After all, she mainly only saw him in his regular work attire; the black button up and ripped jeans he sported now a complete one-eighty to that. He looked so much more mature like that- now actually giving away that he was a bit older than her. Did he always have such a defined jawline? He could definitely cut a bitch with that-

Wow, exit was three miles ago.

"Done staring sugar?" He asked, and she only groaned, burying herself deeper into her massive mountain of blankets as he chuckled. "Alright. I'm gonna carry you into the living room, because I wont be spending my time in your stuffy bedroom." He said, making her giggle as she peeked out of her makeshift burrito.

"You won't?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively before sneezing into the blankets, making him chuckle again.

"You're sick, so no." He said, and she suddenly yelped as he leaned down to pick her up. "What?" He asked with wide eyes.

"I'm sick!"

"So?"

"I'm sick."

"Heard that before." He said, crossing his arms in front of his chest. She swallowed a bit at that because- was that a tattoo staring at her? Why did she never notice his hand was inked?! She shook her head, to focus again. "You'll get sick too!" She explained, before he scoffed.

"It's not like I'm licking your face sugar, now stop being difficult." He said, as he picked her up, blankets and everything included as he carried her back, placing her onto her couch before he squatted down in front of her face. "I'm gonna heat up some soup, and you'll eat something alright?" He said, and she shook her head.

"I'm gonna throw it up." She said, a pout evident. She didn't want his hard work to simply go down the drain- quite literally.

"That's okay." He answered, as she furrowed her brows. "You probably can't throw up because you haven't eaten. People typically feel better after vomiting so it's okay. Win win situation, really." He said as if it wasn't a huge deal.

"It's gross though." She mumbled.

"It happens." He said back, as he placed the white plastic bag on her kitchen counter, filling some of the soup from the plastic container into a small bowl he had a bit of issues finding, before he heated it up in her microwave. He was absolutely terrified of using them usually, making her laugh at him every time someone brought it up, but this time he didn't care much. "Here, let me help." He hummed, as he placed the bowl and a spoon on the small coffee table in front of her couch, helping her sit up properly. "Slowly, okay? You don't need to finish it, just a bit at a time alright sugar?" He requested, and she nodded, watching him as he sat down next to her, bowl on his thigh while he blew on the spoon, careful to cool the liquid food down before offering it. She kept her eyes on his focused face as she opened her lips, accepting it as he gently smiled. "There we go. Hope it doesn't suck, Jin says I can't cook for shit." He said with a chuckle.

"Doesn't matter, I can't taste much anyways." She shrugged, as he offered another small spoonful.

He snorted a bit as he kept himself concentrated. "Well I guess I'll just have to get you better, and cook for you when your tastebuds work again." He decided, as she smiled.

"Huh?" He noticed, as the small form of her whizzed past him, practically throwing open the bathroom door before he heard her. He dried his hands, sighing as he went inside the bathroom, spotting her leaning over the toilet bowl, gripping it with pale hands. "Oh sugar." He hummed, before he squatted next to her, a comforting hand running over her back as the other gathered her hair, holding it away from her face. He hushed her the best he could, a bit of helplessness seeping into his mind as he watched her struggle. She leaned her head on the side of the bowl for a moment, breathing heavily with closed eyes. Jungkook reached for a piece of toilet paper, wiping her mouth before he continued his gentle caressing of her back. "Better?" He asked, and she nodded, before opening her eyes, tearing up. "Whats wrong?" He asked, as he helped her sit, flushing the toilet.

"I hate this." She said, angrily wiping her eyes.

"Everyone gets sick." He said with a slight smile, searching for toothpaste as he prepared everything for her to get the taste off of her tongue.

"Thats not what I meant." She mumbled, as he looked at her. "I hate that you see me like this. I'm disgusting and a walking piece of dead meat at this point, radiating germs." She huffed, as he went down in front of her, pointing her toothbrush at her lips as she opened them almost automatically. He smiled at her reaction, placing the brush inside her mouth as she took over, lazily brushing her teeth.

"I think you're still pretty." He said, as she looked at him with an unamused look in her eyes. "I feel good that you let me take care of you like this. It feels nice that you let me see you like that." He explained, as he helped her up to walk towards the sink, turning on the water as she rinsed her mouth. "I don't like you any less, of you're worried about that." He said, and she almost choked on the water inside her mouth.

She knew he liked her, romantically, yet he'd never openly said it.

"I know its a bit sudden, but I've been pretty obvious." He said, as he wiped her mouth with a towel, before smiling at her.

"If I wasn't sick right now I'd be all cliche and kiss you right now, but I can't." She said, pouting a bit as he chuckled, kissing his two fingers before placing them onto her lips.

"Indirect kiss then."

"Okay but espresso is absolutely disgusting." She said, leaning over the counter to grab a mini cookie, before yelping as Jungkook playfully slapped her hands.

"Everyone can decide for themselves, first of all, and stop stealing shit." He said as he pointed at her, gasping scandalized as she teasingly tried to bite his finger. "Really now?" He asked, and she laughed.

"Okay kids, be disgusting somewhere else please!" Seokjin yelled, grabbing Jungkook by his apron as he pushed him into the backroom, telling him to change and go home. "Yoongi and I will close up today." He said to the young girl waiting, as she nodded.

"Alright sugar, lets go and be disgusting!" Jungkook exclaimed as he emerged from the backroom, now dressed in familiar all black attire, as he scooped her up, making her laugh as they both walked out of the cafe, towards his car.

"I want you to move in with me." He said between huffs of breaths as she mewled underneath him, body shaking with every encounter with his thrusting hips. She nodded as she smiled when he leaned down to kiss her collarbone, hand running over her breasts as he teasingly pinched a nipple between his fingers.

"You'll- urgh-" She groaned, as he bit the skin. "You'll have to carry my shit though." She pressed out, as he laughed at that, leaning back as he expertly angled his hips to hit her sweet spot deep inside, making her arch her back.

"Ah- that's fine with m..me!" He stuttered as he began to put more force into his movements, sacrificing speed for strength as she hummed in delight underneath him, grabbing the pillow above her head as she started to grow restless. "You gonna cum sugar? Nice and hard?" He asked playfully as he moved his hand over her exposed clit, fingers rubbing over the sensitive bundle of nerves as she gasped in pleasure, thighs suddenly shaking as she came, clenching around him. "Hm, good girl." He hummed, before she huffed, suddenly squirming before she squealed, wetness escaping her as he chuckled, sight enough to send him over the edge as well. "There we go, giving me a show aren't you sugar?" He said, voice hoarse as he let himself lean over her again, before she suddenly grinned up at him, pulling him down and shoving a bit to get him to lay down, suddenly above him as she sunk down on his still sensitive cock.

He laghed and choked up as she continued to ride him, her own second orgasm approaching as he squeezed his eyes shut. "God- good god ah!" He yelled out between laughter at the way he could feel his own legs tremble, unsure if what he was feeling was torture of absolute heaven. "Pl-Please God, Baby you're-" He pressed out, gasping as he suddenly felt himself close to a second orgasm as well. "You're gonna kill me you fucking demon!" He exclaimed, roughly turning her around as he pulled her legs against her stomach again, thrusting with newfound strength, as she giggled and squealed. "That's what you wanted?" He asked between gritted teeth as she pressed her eyes close. "Little demon can't get enough of this dick?" He teased as she nodded, now desperately racing towards her release as he suddenly slipped out of her, adjusting the condom with a trembling hand as he manhandles her laughing body onto her stomach, pulling on her lower half as he slipped inside her wet cunt from behind, bringing his inked hand down onto her butt with a loud slap for good measure as she whined. "Oh now you're complaining? Should've known what-" He groaned out in between his words as he grabbed her thighs, pulling her against his relentless hips as she moaned out into the pillow below her. "-Should've know what you got yourself into." He finished, before she arched her back again, reaching behind her to push him off as her eyes teared up from overstimulation. As he saw her painful expression he immediately pulled out of her, pulling the condom off of his erection as he desperately pumped his length, finishing in small spurts on the arch of her back before they both collapsed, breathing heavily.

"Okay, I loved every second of it sugar but-" He exclaimed breathless, as she cuddled up next to him, throwing a leg over his body as he laughed. "What the fuck was that?"

But she simply giggled, mind still too hazy to form any words.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts smut #bts #jungkook imagine #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts reactions

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seventeensarmy · 4 years

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(1) Stuck With You (OT7!Hybrid Au)

Pairing: OT7xReader, Jungkook x Reader, rest will come in the course of the story

Warnings: Toxic parents that lead to toxic relationship to food, reader isn´t eating good, character death (But not in detail), angst, fluff, some technical ballet words (but i explained them and they aren´t that important), tell me if i missed something!

Words: 4.750

Summary: In your society, hybrids are seen as pets, nothing more, not having many rights. You meet the bunny hybrid Jungkook, deciding not to follow the norms of society you befriend him and fall in love. On your journey to a happy life, you meet six other hybrids, who tag along in your journey. (The summary will get better as soon as i know where to go with the story, i promise xx)

Hybrids: New Zealand red rabbit!Jungkook, Black panther!Yoongi, Birman cat!Jimin, Tundra wolf!Namjoon, Red fox!Hoseok, gerberian shepsky!Taehyung, sugar glider!Jin, human!reader

Chapter one

“I´m Jungkook, but I don´t mind you calling me Kookie”

15 years ago (Reader is 6, JK is 7)

How is a child supposed to know what right and what’s wrong? You would expect the parents to teach their child basic human decency, but sometimes it´s the parents who teach their child the exact opposite. You see, hybrids were weren´t a rare sight in your society, a lot of wealthy people owned some. While children loved to play with them, it wasn´t really a secret that adults, who could afford breaking the laws, had other plans with them. It is highly frowned upon, using hybrids, who still didn´t have the same rights as humans, to one’s gain, but at the same time, no one really did something against it. There still are a lot of people that believe that hybrids are just abominations and don´t deserve to be even alive, let alone have rights. Those are the people who want nothing to do with hybrids, who look away when a hybrid is being abused. Those are the people you´ve come to hate.

Those people are your parents.

“But Mother”, you whine, following her through the house, “I wanna go play with Hei Ryung, not with her hybrid. I won´t even look at her, I promise.” Your mother shakes her head before she turns around, making you almost run into her, but you manage to catch yourself. Her gaze almost makes you flinch backwards, but you stand your ground, though you´re not looking up to her. “If you want to play with your friend, you´re going to have to wait till you see her at school, that way I know for sure no animal will come near you.”, you bite back the urge to correct her, saying that hybrids aren´t animals, like she makes it appear. You´ve met Hei Ryung´s hybrid before, a cute Pomeranian girl, just a bit older than you, but your parents could never find that out, the risk of you and the staff at home being punished was far too high. The last time you got punished you were not only grounded for two weeks, but you also weren´t allowed to attend your ballet classes, which was the only thing, other than school work, you got to do in your spare time.

Sensing that you aren´t going to argue back, your mother puts a smile on, “See, waiting till school isn´t that bad. Also, you need to train more, you´ve got a competition coming and I´ve seen you dance, you still need a lot of practice if you even want to attempt to win a medal.”

Ouch, you swallow. Your mother has always been your strongest critic, always finding something you could´ve done better. Still, you nod, knowing that with her last words the conversation was over and you should go practice.

Practice always ended with your muscles hurting, you weren´t dancing on pointe, your teacher saying you are still too young to dance like that, much to your mothers dismay. If it were up to her you would probably have started wearing pointe shoes as soon as you could walk and you were thankful, that none of your past teachers let her have any say in your training. You were training every day, four times a week with your teacher, the rest of the week alone, sometimes the staff came to watch, but now you think they might have been a bit worried about a six year old girl spending most of her time either in school or the practice room.

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You were alone again, both of your parents not being at home wasn´t something new. In fact, you hadn´t seen your father in almost three weeks, some business trip to Europe, though he promised to come to your competition in a week. You weren´t sure what your father was doing to earn as much money as he did, you just knew it had something to do with a lot of deals and signed papers, that made him swear in his study upstairs.

As for your mother, you really weren´t sure what she was doing, other than spending your fathers money, though she always said “our money”, but you weren´t asking, you learned fast that, if you are a child, people don´t really care about your opinion (or you in general) and therefore don´t feel the need to talk to you. You overheard her talking to kitchen staff, explaining that she was going on an important trip to Bali for a few weeks (as you grew older you learned that her trips to Bali weren´t really of important nature, more of needy and lying nature, but that´s a different story).

It was always the same; your parents leaving you alone with the staff at home, you´ve come to see them more as your family than your actual family.

Your nanny always took pity on you, when you were training the whole day, letting you watch some TV in the evening, something your parents never allowed you, telling you it´s a distraction, though you found yourself more at ease the next morning as when you would have gone straight to bed or studied some more instead. The kitchen staff also had a soft spot for you, always receiving a strict diet for you from your mother, which left the cook speechless. You never really knew if your diet plan was different than your usual plan, seeing as the chef never made it when your parents were gone. You overheard him talking to you nanny once, complaining how you would become too skinny and weak if he were to actually cook what your mother planned for you. “Sometimes I think she´s crazy”, you once heard them whisper, “That´s not a diet for a child, not that a child should ever be on a diet. The portion size she wants me make is ridiculous, if I would make one dish and give everyone this portion I bet you I could feed half the street!”, the chef raged, he had been your cook since you could think and you sometimes think of him as your father or uncle by the way he cared for you. Your nanny agreed quietly, it wasn´t a secret how the staff thought about your parents, but the chef wasn´t done, you heard paper rustling and figured he was showing her the plan your mother made for you. “Two dishes per day. That woman has no clue how to feed a child. She wants her to eat only two times a day and then compete at a competitive sports competition.”

Needless to say, the staff took better care of you than your parents ever could. Which is why you were now sitting in the far back of the garden, with a box of cookies and a bottle of soda on your side. Today had been your dance competition, you won, but neither your mother, nor your father were there to witness, only your nanny, who gave you a tight hug after you came down. Your nanny was always there for you, always praising you and giving you little rewards for your good work. She and the kitchen staff saw, that though you won, you were still upset over your absent parents, so they told you to go enjoy yourself in the garden and they would bring snacks for you.

After they arrived with the cookies and the soda, you went off to your secret hiding spot in the garden. You knew no one could see you there, leaving you alone to your upset thoughts and snacks that you still didn´t touch.

You remember thinking, that maybe your parents were upset with you and decided not to come as a punishment, or maybe some important business hindered them from coming and they would call in a bit. Your six year old brain couldn´t accept the possibility of your parents simply not caring, it had to be something you did. Your thoughts were interrupted by a rustling coming from the bushes, you sit up straight, “Hello?” you call out. The rustling stops and a figure starts to rise, the first thing you see are... bunny ears? Then a head and in front of you stands a boy, not much older than you. A hybrid. In your garden? You quickly turn around, looking back to the house and let out a relieved breath when you see no one.

“What are you doing here?” you ask the boy as you turn around. He looks at you with big eyes; he looked scared, ready to run if danger should approach. “I was walking around” he explains and you raise your eyebrows, “In my garden?” The boy turned red, “I didn´t know that was your garden, I´m sorry, please don´t call the police”, he begs, suddenly in full on panic mode. Your eyes widen and you take him in, he was skinny, his clothes were dirty and he looked like he hadn´t had a good night’s rest in a long time. He´s a stray.

You raise your hands in surrender, letting him know, that you didn´t plan on calling the police or anyone on him. “Don´t worry”, you promise, “I´m not calling anyone. Are you hungry?” You offer him your unopened box of cookies. His eyes grew even wider and he surprises you by sitting down across from you. “You don´t mind?” he asked and you shake your head, opening the box and putting it down in front of him. “I´m y/n” you grin at the boy, who already had one cookie stuffed in his mouth. He replied, but you didn´t understand a single word, causing you to giggle, “I´m sorry, I don´t speak cookie or is your name cookie?” you giggle again, causing the boy in front of you to turn red, he swallows and speaks again, “I´m Jungkook, but I don´t mind you calling me Kookie”, he grins.

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The following days were probably some of the best in your life so far, thanks to your new friend. Whenever you could, you would sneak out loads of food and drinks, concerned by Jungkooks small figure. But he always insisted on you joining him eat, to which you only replied with a small smile, saying you already ate. You couldn’t risk your mother finding out that you ate something other than what´s on her diet plan for you or even worse, her seeing that you gained weight. The training she would then put you under is one you never want to repeat.

You saw that Jungkook didn´t believe you when you said you ate, he could probably smell if you ate or not, he once told you, that your house never really smelled of food, you only shrugged, not really knowing what to say. But he never said anything, not till the day he saw you almost faint on your way to your secret hideout in the back of the garden, where he was already waiting for you. As you arrived you let yourself fall back against the tree. “y/n”, Jungkook´s voice asked worried. You looked at your friend and smiled, “I´m alright Kookie, just a bit tired from practice. Don´t worry.” Your friend looked unconvinced and he got proven right, as he heard your stomach rumble. “You should eat y/n-ah. When did you even eat the last time?” You wave your hand, “You worry too much. I ate this morning and my mother comes home tonight, so I´ll eat with her this evening.” The bunny hybrid looked confused in your direction. “But what about lunch, didn´t you eat something now? You can´t just eat two times a day” he exclaimed.

The concept of you eating lunch is so strange in your mind that it´s your turn to look confused. You later realised, that even when your mother was gone, the staff gave you only two dishes a day, so you wouldn´t get used to eating three times a day. If your mother were to find out you would eat more times a day than she liked, the staff and you would be in big trouble. But your six year old you didn´t understand that at this time, eating three times a day was something you never did. Why eat lunch, when you could´ve also practised at that time?

“My mother says I don´t need to eat three times a day, I would get fat and then the judges won’t like my dances at the competitions anymore” you explain with a shrug, missing the way Jungkook tensed, he decided in that moment, that he doesn´t like your mother. How would you get fat? You first had to stop being underweight and from what he gathered, the only things you do are study, dance and meet up with him.

The sun started to go down and you knew you had to leave your friend soon. “Listen Jungkook”, you started and his ears straightened up, as you addressed him by his name, not the nickname you called him since your first day, “My mother will arrive today, my father probably too. They are pretty strict-” “Are they gonna lock you away for talking to me? Are they gonna lock me away?!” You quickly took his hands in yours, calming him almost instantly. “No no no, nothing’s going to happen to you”, you promised, “My parents, they, they can never know about you, okay Kookie. They are not nice”, Jungkook frowned, not liking the idea to leave you alone with the mean people who don´t feed you and apparently don´t like hybrids, he remembered his first question. “y/n. Are they going to look you away?” You shrug, “Maybe, I don´t know if I did something yet.” You don´t look at him, you can imagine what he looked like, probably mad, he was the scariest seven year old you had ever seen. “What do you mean, you don´t know yet, wouldn´t you know if you did something?” You give him a wary smile, “Sometimes I don´t know what I did until they tell me, Kookie. Maybe I gained weight; maybe my dance is not good enough. They would want me to fix my mistakes. That´s why you maybe won´t see me for a while. I just wanted to tell you, so you don´t worry even more” you giggle a bit and poke his cheek, “If you keep frowning like this, you´ll have wrinkles as soon as you turn ten.”

If it were up to Jungkook, he would grab you and bring you as far away from those people as he possibly could. He didn´t have a family, never had, the streets are all he ever had and remembered, but even with no knowledge about family and love Jungkook knew, that what you had in this house, was neither. Before you left, you told him, he should keep the snacks and eat them, he shouldn´t wait for you and Jungkook didn´t understand how you could be so concerned about him eating enough, but still neglected your own needs so much. He wanted to help you so bad, but he was only seven.

And your worries came true, you didn´t see Jungkook for two weeks. The next time you were allowed to go out, he noticed that you were skinnier, but he didn´t say anything as you koala-hugged him.

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Five years ago (Reader 16/ JK 17)

It was a bit past midday when your parents left, leaving you alone once again. The only difference, this time, not even the staff stayed with you, this was a first, but it left you buzzing with excitement. It meant that you had could have Jungkook staying over for two weeks. Over the years your friendship with the bunny blossomed into one of the best things you could´ve ever asked for.

Your parents never noticed the teenager living in the small shed in the back of the garden. You both quickly realised, that it would be way too risky sneaking Jungkook into the house with your parents present. Their distaste for hybrids only grew over the years, since the government gave them more rights, giving the hybrids at least a bit of independence, though they were still nowhere near having the same rights as humans.

This wasn´t the first time Jungkook stayed over, over the years you tried to let him stay over as often as possible. It did help a lot that the staff in your home found out and decided to help, no longer questioning why to took so much food with you whenever you went to the garden.

Though, this was the first time they ever left you completely alone, you didn´t know why, but you didn´t question it, relieved to be able to spent time with your best friend, without having to worry about him. Your mother had given you a detailed plan of your diet, which you couldn´t help but follow, not having realised yet, that all those diets weren´t really as healthy as your mother claimed.

You were eating an apple, a snack you allowed yourself to enjoy, seeing as your next real meal would still have to wait a few hours, though you weren´t even that hungry yet. You just needed something to focus on while waiting for Jungkook and you knew it made him happy to see you eat.

You sat down on one of the garden chairs, waiting for the bunny to show up, though you didn´t need to wait long, as you saw his tall figure already approaching. “Hello little dancer”, he grinned, pulling you into a bone crashing hug, he eyed the apple in your hand with a satisfied smile. Over the years Jungkook grew up quite well, he was now towering over you and you couldn´t deny, that he was getting more and more handsome.

You smiled and pulled him into the dining room, “I figured you´d be pretty hungry by now, so I prepared some food for you, then we can relax for the rest of the day.” You had prepared some steamed vegetables and chicken, knowing that Jungkook loved your cooking. He frowned as he saw that you wouldn´t be eating with him, but he choose not to say anything, it was your first day and he wouldn´t want to argue with you immediately. He started to dig in, almost scoffing at how much you prepared for one person. “You don´t need to practice today?” he asked confused, normally you would be training every day, especially seeing as you had a show in a few days. You smiled a bit sheepishly, “I got up earlier today and did my hours”, already knowing how Jungkooks face would look like you chose to study the picture on the wall in front of you. Your training hours were absolutely ridiculous in Jungkook´s opinion. Sometimes practicing up to ten hours if you didn´t have to study for school, he dreaded thinking about the hours you spent training today.

He finished eating and you started to clean the table, while Jungkook went and took a quick shower. You also started to look for movies on Netlix that he would like, both of you loved movies, but Jungkook never had the opportunity to watch them and you never had the time.

Jungkook came back, letting himself fall down next to you, arm around you shoulder, pulling you close. His was hair slightly wet and he had changed into new clothes, which you had bought for him. You stared at him, he really was handsome. You blushed at your own thoughts, but you couldn´t help but feel attracted to him. He noticed you staring at him, seeing as he was also busy staring at you, the chosen movie in the back forgotten.

“Kookie?” you asked quietly and he looked at you waiting for you to continue. “Do you want to come with me on Tuesday? To my show?” A smile broke out on his face, his ears straightening up, eyes wide. “Are you for real? Yes I´d love to”, but his smile fell as quickly as it came. “Do they allow hybrids there? How could I get in?” You frowned, you hadn´t thought about that. Then an idea plopped in your head and you took all your courage to speak it out loud. “We´ll just say you´re my boyfriend. They won´t question you if you cover your ears and you´ll be backstage with me.” The bunny thought about that idea and his smile returned, though there was mischief sparkling in his eyes. “Only if I get to give you a well done kiss after you´re done. Like a good boyfriend would.” Never has the usually shy bunny been so forward about anything and your breath stocked, but you found yourself nodding. No matter how shy you were, you couldn´t let the chance to kiss your crush and best friend fly away. He grinned and pulled you closer, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, causing you to hide yourself in his chest. “Watch out mister” you warned, poking his chest. The bunny only laughed at your flustered state.

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Nervous. That´s the word that would describe you the best right now. You had already thrown up in the morning, leaving Jungkook worried, asking if you were really in the condition to perform. You had waved it off, telling him that´s how you are before every show, which didn´t seem to comfort him at all. Though your best friend and maybe boyfriend or fake boyfriend (who knows) stayed with you for the last couple of days, you didn´t really find any more time to relax, spending most of our days practicing. Jungkook didn´t seem to mind though, he started using the gym next to your dance room. Your parents never seem to use it anyway, so it wasn´t really a problem and Jungkook came to love having an outlet for all his energy. In the evenings both of you were too tired to cook, meaning empty take out containers were piling up in the kitchen.

“You got this” Jungkook murmured, warm hand lying comforting on your lower back. You were backstage already, wearing your plush bathrobe to keep you from freezing in your dance outfit. It wasn´t as hard as expected to take Jungkook with, a beanie covering his ears, his tail comfortable tucked away in his pants covered by a nice dress shirt you had bought him a while ago. You stood on your pointe shoes, still not being on eye level with the bunny but close, and hugged him.

“What if my mother finds out? Oh I shouldn´t have done this, maybe I can-“ you were interrupted by a pair of lips on yours, you felt yourself sinking into his strong hold. Jungkook smiled at you with the softest smile you had ever seen. He knew you were worried about your piece.

It was contemporary ballet, a form of ballet your mother despised. She was all for classical ballet, often making you train with the Cecchetti method, which Jungkook found out to be really hard on the body, no longer surprised why you were so drained after your lessons. But you had told him one day, that though you do love this form of ballet, you had started to fall in love with neoclassical and contemporary ballet. It was more modern, allowing you to bring more of yourself in your dance, Jungkook didn´t really know anything about ballet, so he had just nodded, but after seeing you dance in both, a classical and modern way, he understood why you liked the modern form so much.

“Hey, calm down, little dancer” he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You looked up to him with big eyes, he had just kissed you. Jungkook kissed you, and you found yourself craving his kiss again. “You worry too much, stop thinking about if something is a mistake. Maybe this kiss was a mistake, who knows, but it didn´t feel like it, I liked it and I know you did too. You like dancing contemporary, so do it, your mother isn´t here to support you or critic you. I´m here and I´ll support anything you do.” Touched by his words you found yourself hugging him closer than before. “Oh, what would I do without you?” you asked, playing with his hair that wasn´t covered by the beanie.

“y/n y/l/n! Ready to perform in ten, please move to the curtains!” came the loud voice of the director. Slowly Jungkook let you go, “You´ll do great, alright? Just have fun” the bunny smiled at you. You decided to collect all the courage you had and looked into Jungkook´s eyes, “Don´t I get a good luck kiss?” The male’s eyes twinkle and he can hardly contain a smile, “You get a well done kiss when you´re done, little dancer” You pout, but you know arguing with bunny won´t work, so you just sigh in defeat. Jungkook chuckled as he realised that there will be no arguing, he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Go on little dancer, show me what you got. I´ll be right here when you get back.”

With those last words you moved towards the stage, ready to dance your heart out, but you felt oddly calm. With no doubt thanks to the bunny who was cheering you on from the side. The music started and you have never felt so free dancing.

And as promised was Jungkook waiting for you after your performance, you jumped into his waiting arms, “You did so well, you are amazing” he pressed little kisses all over your face, till he finally reached your lips. Needless to say, today was a good day and something told you, that it could only get better with Jungkook next to you, holding you close.

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The past one and a half weeks had to be the best you’ve ever had. Life with Jungkook couldn´t have been easier and dread filled your chest, as you thought about how your parents would be arriving today and some part of you wished they wouldn´t. Jungkook noticed your mood change too and tried everything he could to make you feel better, not even complaining about how you skipped breakfast this morning, which you knew took a lot for him. You were stood in the kitchen; the bunny had his arms wrapped around you, hugging you from behind, watching as you were gathering the ingredients to make you guys a shake. Occasionally he would sneak a kiss to your neck or cheek.

But all that froze, as you both watched a police car park in your driveway. “Hide”, was the only thing you said, as the doorbell rang and Jungkook didn´t have to be told twice, as he hid in the guest bathroom next to the front door. He was a bit confused, seeing as normally hybrid control would come to collect stray animals and these cops didn´t even have dogs with them, but he didn´t want to risk it, almost holding his breath as you opened the door.

“Good evening”, you greeted politly, though Jungkook could hear the slight tremble and smell your panic. He wanted to jump out of the bathroom and hold you close, never wanting you to feel scared if he could prevent it.

“Good evening, Miss y/l/n, can we come in, we have some bad news for you? It´s about your parents.”

Time slowed down as you received the news. Your parents died. The blood in your ears rushed, you had trouble making out what they said. You heard that they were asking if they should call someone, but there wasn´t anyone you could call. You had no family here; the only person you wanted was hiding in your guest bathroom down the hall, probably hearing every word.

The police told you, that in the next days a lawyer would stop by to explain to you what would be happening next, you were still underage with no family. They were asking you, if you would want to sleep in a supervised home today, but you shook your head, explaining with shaky voice that the staff would be arriving tomorrow morning and you wouldn´t be alone. After the police left you sank to the floor, “Kookie”, you croaked, vision blurred with tears. You felt strong hands pulling you into a hug, “I´m here y/n. I´m here.”

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Tonight | OT7 {M}

contains: dp. lots of love & spice.

tonight, half-leaning against the wall, your favorite silk blindfold pulled taut behind your head, freshly laundered sheets beneath your fingers, you finally let yourself succumb to touch.

seven pairs of hands, warm and familiar and delicate, slipping beneath the fabric that skims across your skin to lift away the last boundary from their starved eyes. when your chest meets the cool air, nipples pebbling with honeyed anticipation, you hear a quiet gasp. you smile. “you’ve seen this a thousand times before, kookie.”

“doesn’t make it any less beautiful,” he whispers back, this time just aside your ear before he presses a lingering kiss to your temple.

“he’s right. impossible to resist.” you know this to be namjoon by the wide hands sliding up your thighs, pressing indents with his thumbs just to feel how pliant you are beneath him. “i could write a whole lifetime of songs about this.”

“you’re so whipped,” seokjin teases, and there’s a sound like an ass being fondly slapped before those plush lips find home on the swell of your breast, sucking his way down to a nipple that he takes into a wet heat. he always takes his time here, likes to have you squirming and arching further into his mouth for more.

jimin’s twinkling laugh is an easy harmony with your moans. “like you’re not, hyung?” you think it’s his slim hand that finds its way at the apex of your thighs first. your hunch is confirmed following the snap of a shut bottle lid, when a persistent, slick bliss urges itself against your tight ass, slowly sliding in.

“we all are.” yoongi might sound steady, but you all know him too well to miss how his breath is coming just that much faster. he must be so hard, the pale curve of his cock standing at attention against his bare tummy. you want to touch. but your hands are held down by unknown fingers woven in-between, holding steadily.

a new weight joins on your left side; a bare chest meets your arm. then, a silent mouth drags a long kiss from beneath your ear down, careful not to leave a mark, but not restrained enough to resist from a nibble at your shoulder. “tae,” you exhale, so much affection in the sole syllable. he hums absently in response, the deep timbre of his voice a comfort as much as it’s a lit match.

“babe,” jungkook hums, turning your head towards him to slip his tongue between your lips. the finger inside you turns into two, the pressure doubling too. you groan right into jungkook’s mouth. “just relax, okay? don’t worry about us.”

right. tonight’s supposed to be for you. the reward for making it through another trying week that has left you exhausted. but each brush of naked skin, just enough friction to make sparks, charges you back up more than caffeine ever could. besides, their pleasures are always as much as your own. you could never just take.

maybe your thoughts show plainly on your face, because hoseok chuckles and says, “but, you know, if you wanna touch my cock, that’s okay too.”

“i do,” you reply, groping blinding towards the noise. your palm splays across taut abs, following the trail down, down, down until you wrap around a firm erection. hoseok’s groaned fuck must be one of your favorite noises in this world. especially when it’s paired with two slender fingers in your cunt, curling.

someone helpfully squirts cool lube atop your hand. when you loosen to readjust the angle, you hear a few low laughs, then a second cock is pressing against hoseok’s. it feels like jungkook, thick and full, veiny. you try your best, squeezing them close, feeling them tense in response while moans drop from their lips.

“hips up?” ah, it was namjoon’s fingers in your sex, now removed to your instinctive whine. “oh baby, you know i’ll be right back inside you soon.” you can hear the smile in his words as you lift, feel him shift his way beneath you. his hands land on your waist, clutching tenderly.

true to his words, he takes over for jimin and fills you from behind, his voice shuddering when you take him, tighten for him like you have done for all these years. “you always feel so fucking good,” namjoon says with a fond squeeze of his hands. god, he always stretches you to your brim until you’re reduced to single word answers and scattered thoughts.

“want another?” yoongi pipes up. you imagine him dick in hand, licking his lips as he stares you down. that thought alone is responsible for another hot gush of arousal.

“please.”

and when they’re both in you, thrusts ramping up with increasing desperation, stuffing you so completely, you don’t think it gets any better than this.

how could it, when tae finds his way into your mouth, tasting slightly salty and irrevocably thick. you’re sure to press with the flat of your tongue against the underside of his cock, where you know he likes. seokjin finds your free hand with his need, cupping your face and dropping kisses on your forehead while he thrusts. it’s undeniably jimin at your chest, greedy and loud with his soft mouth on your nipple. jerking himself to the feel of you, the rhythm of your body in the midst of being so, so sweetly fucked to your peak.

tonight is the first time in too long that you’ve all been together like this; you savor every second, rewriting old memories with the new. you memorize how jungkook whimpers your name before his cum splatters over your hand. hoseok is seconds after him, a low, sustained groan. you feel tae before you taste him, and hear him call you “gorgeous” as he empties on your tongue. jimin is a breathy gasp, a satisfied half-giggle. jin is mostly silent, and if you could see, you’re sure he would be hunched over, beautiful features fixed in euphoria, but you only feel how he brushes your hair away from your face and kisses you a few more times. the last to finish are the two whose final thrusts are so deep, the cum spilled so far inside that you’ll still feel their ache when you fall asleep, your body nestled between all seven, between all the love in the world.

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gimmesumsuga · 4 years

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Sweeter than Sweet (88)

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Pairings: Jimin x reader, Yoongi x reader, Jimin x Yoongi, Namjoon x reader, Taehyung x reader, Jungkook x reader, Jin x reader, Hoseok x reader.

Warnings: Nil of note

Word count: 9.3k

Previous / Epilogue

So. The final chapter. It’s finally here. It’s been a long time coming and honestly, it’s been so nerve-wracking writing this and hoping that people will like it and GOD I HOPE YOU’RE OK WITH THIS ENDING. After two and a half years, trying to find a way to tie this all together has been... quite the task. But anyway, enough rambling from me.

There’ll be an epilogue after this - just a short one - so we don’t have to say goodbye quite yet but... yeah. I hope you enjoy.

“Whatcha making, hyungie? ” To your right, Jimin’s eyes remain fixed on his phone as he calls out to the elder vampire pottering to and fro between the kitchen counters and the stove. With one of Jimin’s thumbs caressing the side of your knee and his other scrolling through whatever Korean article he happens to be reading, you’re surprised Yoongi even realises his young lover is addressing him, so casual is his tone.

“ Kimchi-jjigae ,” Yoongi murmurs in reply as his knife rhythmically thunks against the chopping board, and to your left you hear Hoseok longingly sigh at the mention of food.

You can empathise with the feeling that spurred him to make such a sound. You’ve been a vampire for less than a month and already you’ve started to miss the taste of real food, unable to imagine what it must be like for those around you for whom it's been so much longer. It’s all too easy to understand why they sometimes give in and indulge despite the inevitable gastric upset that it brings. You’d done the very same just last week, unable to resist sneaking a slice of Jin’s vanilla bean cheesecake only to lament its vengeful return back up your oesophagus just a few minutes later - an experience unpleasant enough to sufficiently silence any cravings you might’ve had since; the smell of broth wafting over to you now no more tempting than that of cut grass or fragrant shampoo.

And anyway, it’s not as though Yoongi is cooking with the intention of the meal he’s making actually being eaten. He’s cooking because it gives his restless hands something to do - a task on which to concentrate and thereby silence the anxious thoughts that would otherwise occupy his mind - and Yoongi isn’t alone in his attempt to keep pre-occupied.

One by one you’d gathered together in the kitchen as the day had drawn into night, some having woken early and some having not yet slept at all. Namjoon’s imminent arrival has everyone on edge, and rather than remain in bed tossing and turning to and fro, all seven of you had ended up gravitating towards one another instead, seeking the reassurance found in numbers.

Jin had already been here, in the kitchen, when you, Jimin and Yoongi had arrived here together, his brows furrowed in concentration as he furiously tapped away at the keys of his laptop - yelling when he’d lost at whichever game had him so engrossed. Alarmed, Nova has been giving him a wide berth every since, hiding under the legs of the furthest possible bench and glaring reproachfully each and every time Jin dares make a sound.

It was Jungkook and Taehyung who had joined you next, and they continue to occupy one another now, some hours later; Jungkook with his sketchpad in hand and tongue poking against the inside of his cheek as he tries to capture Taehyung’s likeness from where he sits posed across the other side of the table, a sleeping Yeontan in his arms.

Hoseok arrived last of all, completing the set He's been strangely quiet ever since he joined you, yet still seems to have trouble keeping his limbs from wanting to dance as he watches various choreography videos on his phone, volume turned down low. It seems as though even in times of stress he’s unable to keep that innate sense of rhythm he’s blessed with at bay.

You can’t help but note the subtle sense of guilt that settles in your stomach as you observe them all. If it weren’t for you and your wanting to do this, Jin’s eyes might not be marred by such dark circles, nor Yoongi’s thumb-nail so thoroughly well-chewed as he stands gnawing on it in front of the stove. Jimin’s knee wouldn’t be bobbing up and down so restlessly, the two youngest might still be in bed, sleeping in as late they usually do, and Hoseok…. Well, there are a lot of things that might be different for Hoseok if it weren’t for your arrival into their lives, but the less you dwell on that the better, you suppose.

“Princess?” As if somehow sensing your need for distraction, Yoongi’s voice calls out to you. “Fetch me the pork belly from the fridge?”

“Sure,” you agree quickly, flashing Jimin a smile as he’s forced to relinquish his grip on your bracelet so that you’re able to move. He smiles back having ceased his fiddling, though you can’t help but worry it looks a little strained, very aware of the soft sigh he releases as you make your way over to the refrigerator as instructed. Inside, on the bottom shelf in a large glass bowl, is the meat Yoongi had left to marinate in there some half an hour or so earlier, and as he takes it from your hands and pulls back the covering film, the scent of rice wine is so pungent it almost makes you cough.

“Thank you,” he wishes you softly, brushing a kiss to your temple as he passes on his way to the stove where he tips the pork into an awaiting pot, fat sizzling as it meets the heat.

“Do you need anything else?” Wanting to make yourself as useful as possible, you hover at his side as he resumes his place at the chopping board, slicing through mushrooms.

“I’m almost done,” he assures, not taking his eyes away from the task at hand, “But thank you,” he says again, the corners of his lips curling into the smallest of smiles as he briefly glances your way.

Dismissed, you wander back towards the group in hopes of finding further diversion. You don’t dare disturb Jin - the last time you did he looked as though he might throw his laptop at you for having interrupted whatever kill-streak he was in the middle of. Glancing up from where you’d been absent-mindedly watching Jin’s pink-haired avatar run across the screen, your eyes meet Jungkook’s, a smile tugging at your lips when he beckons you over.

“What do you think, noona ?” he asks as you come to peer over his shoulder at his sketchbook. He holds it at just enough of an angle to keep his drawings hidden from Taehyung’s view as the blonde-haired vampire squirms from side to side to try and take a peek.

“He hasn’t given me boobs again, has he?” Taehyung pouts, and whilst you try to stifle a laugh a wicked grin appears on Jungkook’s face. His muse groans, slumping forward till his head rests on the dining table and his torso hides Yeontan completely from view.

“No, Tae, he hasn’t given you boobs,” you reassure, smiling just as hard as Jungkook at the thought of it, “Though, I’d really like to get a look at that sometime.”

“ Jagi! ” Taehyung whines all the more, sitting up straight to hit you full-force with the adorable full pout of his lips and wide-openness of his eyes.

"I’m only playing,” you grin whilst still sneaking in a side-glance to Jungkook that tells him you’re really anything but. “It’s really good, baby,” you say, running your fingers absently through the ever-lengthening tresses of Jungkook’s hair to feel him preen at both your praise and his pet-name. “Looks just like you, Tae.”

And honestly, it does. Even if he were to bestow Taehyung with some additional assets , the likeness would still be uncanny. Jungkook has captured both him and Yeontan perfectly; from the delicateness of Taehyung’s long fingers carding through his playmate’s fur to the softness of his expression as he gazes down at the perfectly shaded puppy curled up in his lap.

“You’re sure?” Taehyung checks, doubt seeping into his tone as he watches the way the youngest vampire curls his arm around your waist and coaxes you down to sit on his knee, adoration in his eyes. It wouldn’t be the first time you and Jungkook have been partners in crime when it comes to playing pranks, so you can’t blame him for being suspicious, but when Jungkook finally relents and flashes the drawing Taehyung’s way, you can’t help but smile at the genuine delight you see written across the blonde vampire’s face.

“Can I keep it when you’re done, gguk?” he asks, that boxy grin of his making an appearance when Jungkook swiftly nods, putting pencil to paper to continue shading the strong angle of Taehyung’s jaw. You smile fondly at them both, placing an arm across Jungkook’s shoulder to keep yourself steady when Hoseok suddenly lets out a disgruntled sound from beside you. Nose wrinkled, he’s busy shoving Jimin back up off of his lap from where the younger vampire has flopped down in hopes of using his hyung’s thighs as a pillow. Jimin’s grinning, his whole body going purposefully limp as Hoseok struggles to sit such a dead weight back up again (pun intended) and it only makes you smile more to see it, laughing when Hoseok finally gives up with a loud ‘yah!’ of frustration as Jimin’s head falls back into his lap.

For someone who so freely lavishes affection on others, it never fails to amuse you just how unwilling Hoseok can sometimes be to being on the receiving end of it.

“Hey Kookie?” You press a kiss to his temple to gain his attention. “Can you do me next?” He looks up at you, one eyebrow raised and a dirty smirk twisting his mouth.

“You want me to do you, noona ?” A light smack to his shoulder has him laughing, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I meant draw me, you perv.”

“Like one of my french girls?” he persists, smiling all the more lewdly when Yoongi starts to chuckle along like some dirty old man from where he’s stood stirring the contents of the pot now bubbling away on the stove.

“Have you even seen Titanic, Jungkook?” you laugh, just about to reach down and tweak one of his nipples through his shirt as punishment when Jin suddenly throws his arms wide and exclaims, “I’m flying, Jack!” and sends the whole room into peals of laughter.

And that’s it, then. Once Jimin sits up and starts to belt out a somewhat pitchy rendition of ‘My Heart Will Go On’, any remaining tension left in the room is well and truly broken. Jin joins in, Taehyung does too, and then Jungkook, Hoseok, Yoongi - or at least, he tries, bless him - until finally even you’re singing your lungs out with tears of laughter leaking from the corners of your eyes.

And as sappy as it sounds, it almost does feel as though you’re flying as you’re sat here amongst them - heart soaring whilst you’re surrounded by these silly, wonderful men that you love so very much.

The seven of you are singing so loud that if it weren’t for the exceptional hearing you’ve so recently been blessed with, you might not have heard the resounding knock that suddenly echoes through the manor. You do, though - all of you do - and as another knock comes, somehow even louder than the last, the whole room falls silent, bodies tensing and eyes wide in time for the third and final knock to sound.

“He’s here.”

Eyes narrow and breaths are held. Your gaze meets Jimin's as he sits up straight, on high alert, and there's an emotion written on his face that you can't quite put a name to right now. Not whilst you're so preoccupied with how strange the absence of a furiously beating heart feels. All the same feelings Namjoon usually inspires in you are still there; your body just lacks the means to properly express them, now that you're dead.

There's no clammy hands. No quickening of breath. It's disconcerting and yet reassuring all at once, reminding you of just how different of a person - how different a creature - you are since you and Namjoon last met. Now, even if he wanted to hurt you (though, you're sincerely hoping he doesn't) you doubt he'd be able to.

You're a lot more than just the 'family pet' these days, that's for certain.

You stand from your seat on Jungkook's lap quicker than you realise, body moving before your mind has the chance to catch up. You're nervous - undoubtedly so - but part of you is just eager to finally go and lay to rest all the history between you. To settle things once and for all. That eagerness gives you the courage to straighten your spine and square your shoulders; a tentative smile on your face as you turn to the others.

Before you have the chance to speak, however, Jin promptly snapping his laptop shut mid-game completely derails whatever it was you were just about to say.

"What're you doing?" you ask as almost perfectly in sync, the vampires around you abandon their various pastimes to join you on your feet, beautifully poised for action.

"We could never let you do this on your own, jagi. " Taehyung's impossibly long fingers slip between your own, squeezing your hand in his as Jimin comes to your side and claims the other - stoic and silent as his gaze meets yours. The weight of his hand in yours feels like an anchor; solid and grounding. It's comforting - just as comforting as the sweet kiss Taehyung brushes across your knuckles before placing your hand into Yoongi's waiting, open palm.

"You can always change your mind," Yoongi reminds you, searching your gaze for any sign that you may want to turn back. You appreciate the offer, and you're sure that deep down, some of them may wish that you would, but it's too late now. You need to see this through.

"No. I'm sure," you reply with as much confidence as you can muster, and out of the corner of your eye you see Hoseok nod to himself with a look of grim determination.

"OK," Jimin says in that sweet, melodic voice of his, "Then let's go."

The short journey from the kitchen to the entrance hall has never felt longer than it does now, with a heart so full of trepidation. You can only recall one other occasion where you felt such dread whilst taking these same steps; back when rather than walking side by side with your lovers you had run towards them instead, drawn by the sounds of Jimin’s frantic cries. It’s a memory that enters unbidden into your mind, pulled to the surface by Namjoon’s arrival, and you squeeze Yoongi’s hand as you attempt to push away the image of his delicate body cradled limp and bloody in Jimin’s arms. It’s not something you want to think about when you’re about to come face to face with the man responsible for having made that happen - can only hope that the vampire waiting outside your front door is now very different from the one who was forced out of it the last time the two of you met within these walls.

You hesitate as the manor’s solid wooden doors come into sight, a lump in your throat as your footsteps falter. It’s not that you’re scared, per se - it’s just that you’ve never been very good with confrontation even at the best of times. You want this to go as smoothly as possible - if such an outcome is even possible at all. You just hope that -

“Allow me.” Sweeping past you in all his handsome glory, Jin approaches the front door with nary a hint of nervousness. There’s a formidable expression on his face, one that sits totally at odds with the soft, over-sized sweater he’s wearing. On his stomach, an adorable cartoon whale swims amongst fluffy sky-blue fabric - far too cute a fashion choice for someone who looks as though he's just one wrong move away from kicking serious ass.

You murmur your thanks regardless of whether Jin might hear you over the sound of him unbolting the front door with deft, graceful hands. Him having taken charge removes the chance for you to hesitate even more than you already have, and before you know it - before you've even had a chance to take whatever bracing breath you'd imagined you'd take before coming face to face - the door is swinging open.

The weather has gotten more mild since last you and Namjoon met. Rather than the howling wind and freezing rain that accompanied his sudden exit from your home some weeks ago, the breeze that ruffles through your hair now is by far a more pleasant one; the sun's warmth lingering despite its absence.

"Evening, hyung, " Namjoon greets in that deep voice of his, little more than the tips of his hair visible over the top of the elder vampire's head. Even with the door wide open, Jin's shoulders are so broad that even at Namjoon's greater height, he's almost entirely hidden from view. Without loosening your grip on either of the hands you hold, you find yourself rocking forward onto the balls of your feet to try and get a better look, but to no avail. Jin seems determined to shield you, one of his hands planted firmly on the door frame to block Namjoon's entrance.

"Hello, Namjoon," he replies, and though his tone may sound pleasant, there's a tightness to it that puts you on edge. "Before you come in, I just wanted to remind you-" Namjoon laughs wryly, cutting Jin off mid-sentence as he places one of his large atop his elder's shoulder and pats.

"I know, hyung, " he assures, and even without being able to see his face, you can hear the smile he’s wearing, "I'll be on my best behaviour." His hand slips down onto Jin's bicep as your protector lets his arm slowly fall back down to his side, opening up the way for Namjoon to come inside. "Promise."

Realising what it was that Jin had intended to remind him of - his promise to kill Namjoon himself should he ever dare to cause trouble again - you really hope that Namjoon is sincere about keeping his vow. You'd rather not witness any more blood spilt between these brothers; you've seen enough to last a lifetime as it is.

Jin steps back from the doorway, a furrow in his brow as Namjoon steps forward to take his place. Dressed in a burnt orange sweater that's at least a size or two too large, he looks marginally better than the last time you met - though that's hardly an achievement given how back then he'd intentionally tried to appear weak and sickly for the sake of his rouse.

"It's good to see you all." With his hands clasped together neatly in front of him, Namjoon almost looks contrite as you all stand and stare at one another, at a loss for what to say. Silent and stiff, the atmosphere is unmistakably awkward.

Perhaps you should be the one to speak first? You’re the one that asked him to come, after all, so it’s no good just standing here like the cat’s got your tongue.

Mustering up your courage, you lift your gaze from his chest and meet Namjoon’s eyes for the first time since his arrival. They’re just as golden as you remember, and as he looks back at you, you swear his gaze softens - a tentative smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Almost as if by reflex, you feel your own lips curving into shy, answering smile, and just as they’re about to part to speak -

“Thank you for coming.” They’re four words that you never would’ve expected to hear Jimin say, but you’re thankful that he has. As if him having spoken somehow grants his blessing on Namjoon’s arrival, the vampires around you seem to collectively relax; rounding of shoulders and softly exhaled sighs of breaths no longer held.

“Thank you for inviting me.” Even Namjoon looks relieved as he unclasps his hands, slotting them inside the pockets of his pants.

“I didn’t,” Jimin retorts somewhat sharply, and as you glance to the side you note the way his jaw clenches despite your gentle squeeze of his hand.

“What the lady wants, the lady gets,” Namjoon chortles in spite of Jimin’s hostility, “It’s good to know at least one thing hasn’t changed.”

Pursing your lips, you almost feel mildly affronted by Namjoon’s insinuation that you’re spoilt until you quickly realise that he likely has a point, and from the smirk Yoongi’s wearing you’d be willing to bet he silently agrees.

Well, whatever. It’s not as though you getting your own way turned out to be a bad thing where he’s concerned.

“So,” Namjoon continues, taking another step forward to finally allow Jin to close the door behind them, “For what purpose have I been summoned? I have to say I was surprised to have Taehyung go to the trouble of tracking me down.” Nervousness has you clearing your throat as your hands slip from those of the vampires beside you, not quite able to look Namjoon in the eyes as you break away from the group to approach him.

“Should we... go to the garden to talk?” you suggest, very aware of the many sets of ears and eyes focused on the two of you. You’ll never be able to say all the things you need to say with this many people listening in so intently.

“Lead the way.” With a slight nod of his head, Namjoon comes forward with intent to follow after you, but when you turn around you find you’ve nowhere to go. Jimin blocks your path, arms folded, eyes narrowed and jaw so tight that the veins on his neck are popping.

“You haven’t forgotten what you promised?” he asks, one eyebrow rising ever so slightly as he peers down the gentle slope of his nose at you.

“No…” Looking around the group, your gaze lands on Hoseok just as his falls on you. Easy-going and yet fiercely protective; sweet but firm when he needs to be. Out of all of your options, Namjoon’s successor seems the preferable one to have loitering nearby should this all turn to shit.

As if reading your mind, Hoseok half raises one hand awkwardly into the air, shuffling his weight from foot to foot.

“I could go with them if you like.” Jimin’s gaze flickers back and forth across your face to gauge your reaction to his hyung’s suggestion, and on seeing your hopeful little smile, he subtly nods his head and takes a step back, clearing your path.

“Alright. We’ll be right here, ok?” His glances over your shoulder towards Namjoon. “In case you need us.”

“I know,” you reply softly, closing the gap between you and placing on hand on his folded arms to give a squeeze for reassurance, your eyes fluttering closed for just a second as you brush your lips across his. “I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” declares another voice as hands find your hips and a similarly fleeting kiss skims the tender junction where your shoulder meets your neck. You know it’s Yoongi not only from his tone but the delicate pout of his lips where they press against your skin.

“Please do.” Twisting, you smile as you and Yoongi come face to face. He smiles back in return, content to let you take his hand and place it into Jimin’s until you should return. Together, they’ll keep each other strong.

“Shall we?” Namjoon’s sudden arrival at your side pulls your focus back to the matter at hand - body tensing in response to his close proximity.

“Sure.” At your nod, Hoseok turns to lead the way, walking ahead as you and Namjoon follow on behind through the rest of the group towards the corridor from whence you came.

“ Jagiya .” A tentative touch of fingertips to your wrist makes you pause, and it’s with a sweet, reassuring smile that you try to communicate to Taehyung not to worry without having to actually say the words. The concerned furrow of his brow remains, unfortunately, but when Jungkook slings his arm around his hyung’s shoulder and pulls him close, you know that they, too, will take care of one another.

They all will, as they always do.

Namjoon’s smiling somewhat wistfully as you fall back into step but remains silent. His footsteps seem so loud compared to yours as you walk the hallway together; Namjoon in shoes that are scuffed at the heel and you in a comfy pair of rubber-soled slippers.

“Hoseok was a good choice as my replacement,” he comments, lifting your gaze from where you’d been staring down at the motion of your feet. Your eyes travel the length of his imposing stature to his face - still just as handsome as the first time you met despite all that has taken place between you. He looks ahead in spite of your appraisal, his focus solely on the back of the vampire that has been filling his shoes since having left; undoing all the wrongs Namjoon had made, trying to make them right.

Hoseok chooses not to reply to Namjoon’s compliment. You know he’ll have heard it - Namjoon had said it more than loud enough.

“He’s done a really good job. Kept the guys in work and our stores well-stocked.” Namjoon ‘mms’ along, nodding his head. “Don’t know what we’d have done without him, really.”

You wish you were better able to read Namjoon’s expression but it seems as though he’s keeping his cards close to his chest, for now. Whether or not that’s intentional you’re not sure, but either way, it doesn’t keep you from wishing. Is he feeling proud of Hoseok, you wander? Resentful? Apathetic?

When you reach the double doors to the garden, Hoseok holds them open for the both of you. You expect him to follow as you begin down the fairy-light lit path that winds deeper into the night, but he hangs back instead, loitering beside the hedgerow.

“You’re not coming?” you ask, turning to see him standing there once you realise you can no longer hear his footsteps crunching along the gravel with yours.

“Unless you want me to?” he offers, cocking one eyebrow, and at first, you’re really not sure. You look to Namjoon and once again he seems unconcerned, shoulders shrugging, his hands still deep in his pockets.

“Your call. I won’t be offended, either way.” In some strange way, Namjoon’s nonchalance is somewhat reassuring. If he had any bad intentions, surely he’d be pushing for the two of you to be alone rather than leaving it all up to you?

“I think we’ll be ok,” you say, and your stomach does something a little funny at the small, grateful smile that tugs at the corners of Namjoon’s mouth.

“Ok.” Hoseok leans back against the wall of the manor, folding his arms across his chest as he fixes Namjoon with a stern look despite addressing you. “You know where I am. Just shout, and I’ll be there.”

“Thanks, Hobi,” you smile, and then you and Namjoon take your leave.

The garden, as always, remains tranquil despite the worry in your heart. Now that spring is on its way, the night-blooming flowers you’d planted last year are starting to thrive, releasing their sweet scent into the evening air. Ahead, you can hear the faint trickle of the fountain and beyond it, the gentle creaking of a swing in the breeze - your final destination.

In silence, you sit side by side. The swing’s slatted seat is only made for two, forcing you to cosy up far more than you’d originally planned. You’d been aware of Namjoon’s scent - far more than ever before thanks to your newly enhanced sense of smell - but now, sat so close, it’s almost overwhelming. Warmly spiced and fragrant, it-

“You’re not scared of me anymore, are you?” Namjoon’s sudden observation interrupts your runaway thoughts, and when you sharply look up from where you’d been staring at his lap, you’re surprised by the crooked smile you find him wearing. You hesitate under his scrutinising gaze, unsure of what to say, and Namjoon laughs at your lack of reply. “I mean, it would make sense.” Taking his hands out of his pockets, he uses one to hold onto the chain suspending the bench on which you sit as he begins to rock his weight back and forth - heel, toe, heel, toe, heel, toe - to gently move the swing. “You’re even stronger than I am right now.”

Is Namjoon right? Are you really not so afraid of him anymore? Taking a moment to examine how you’re feeling as the two of you quietly swing back and forth, you realise what he’s said is true. You’ve been nervous, certainly. You’re still nervous, in fact. But scared? Not so much. You know, now, that should you ever need to defend yourself you’d be more than capable of doing so. Your training sessions with Jin and Jungkook have certainly helped in that department, even without your added strength taken into account.

“I guess you’re right,” you admit and again Namjoon smiles, looking down at his feet as he exhales a short, breathy laugh. “And while we’re on the subject,” you continue, playing with the hem of your top where it lays across your lap, “Part of the reason I wanted you to come tonight was so that I could thank you… for that.” Namjoon looks up and meets your gaze, brow furrowing slightly as his feet fall still and the swing's momentum ceases. “For saving me, again. For turning me.”

He stares back at you, blinking once, twice, then thrice - like he can't quite figure out what he's meant to say.

"... They told you it was me?" he finally asks, "Can't say I expected that."

"I mean, they didn't so much tell me. More like Jin and Jungkook just blurted it right out." Namjoon laughs at your admission, fondly shaking his head. "But they didn't deny it when I confronted them, either. And don't get me wrong, it's not as though this just-" You gesture vaguely with your hands, hoping he'll gather your meaning. "-Just… Makes up for everything that happened before."

Namjoon's expression looks pained at the mere mention of his former transgressions. He twists in his seat to face you more directly, clasping his hands together.

"I know-" he begins urgently.

"But-" You interrupt his interruption, "-But I'm still grateful. You didn't have to come back here and help the others find me. Could've just stood back and watched me die rather than turn me. But you didn't." Namjoon straightens in his seat, glancing down at his feet and wringing his hands. "So yeah… thank you. Really."

Namjoon releases his hands only to rub awkwardly at the arm of his sweater; a gesture far more human than you've ever seen from him before. It's disarming - endearing, almost.

"Well… you're welcome." He meets your gaze, smiling cautiously.

You get the feeling that this is one of the last things Namjoon had expected when Taehyung had invited them here, and if you're honest, you find it somewhat strangely satisfying to catch him so off guard. You examine his face; the earnestness in his golden eyes and the shallow dimples of his cheeks - smile not quite broad enough yet to bring them out in full force. He looks well - better than you expected him to - and he scoffs a laugh when you tell him so.

"I've looked better," he dismisses, leaning back into the swing's seat to restart it's slow back and forth motion.

"Well, I can't imagine you've had it easy these past few weeks…" You shift in your seat, eyes cast down to watch your fingers busily playing with your bracelet. "Where've you been staying, anyway?" Just as you look up, Namjoon looks away, scratching distractedly at the side of his face.

"Here and there," he answers, and you wonder if the evasiveness of his reply means he's been sleeping rough more often than not. You hope that's not the case, despite all the bad things he's done.

"Fair enough," you say when he offers no further explanation. "To be honest, I was surprised Tae even managed to find you. I'd kind of expected you to have moved on already." Namjoon looks at you, thoughtful.

"I thought about leaving. Finding a new place, a new life."

"Why didn't you?" He pauses, smiling faintly before offering an answer.

"I guess there was just something still holding me back," he says, and as self-absorbed as it might be, your mind can't help but jump to the conclusion that that means his reason for staying was you . Whether you're happy or concerned about that, you can't quite figure out. "I've had… A lot of time to think since I left." Namjoon opens up his hands as he speaks and stares down at the lines etched in his palms. "A lot of time alone. Done a lot of self-reflection."

He pauses but you remain silent, realising that he probably has a lot more to say. Somewhere off in the distance, you hear the sound of a small animal darting through the undergrowth, its little feet scurrying between the bushes under the cover of darkness.

"You were right about what you said." Your head whips round to face Namjoon when he finally speaks again, eyebrows rising in curiosity. "Before, when you said that I didn't love you, you were right." He looks up at you, a deep furrow between his brows. "At least, not in the way I should have done. The way I treated you was… despicable. The things I did? Unforgivable."

For a moment, Namjoon seems to forget himself - moves as if to reach out and take your hands but stops himself at the last moment and keeps them clenched in his lap, instead.

"I never meant for it to go so far or to get so bad, but once I had that first taste of you… I… I just couldn’t stop," he explains, and now that he's opening it up it seems as though the words are tumbling over one another in their haste to come out. "I was so certain I was beyond saving. Beyond capable of being loved even if I were deserving of it…" Namjoon's expression turns into one of pain, a sadness in his eyes as he looks back at you with the golden glow of fairy lights illuminating his face. The sight puts pain in your chest; an ache where your beating heart used to be. “But then you came and I thought… maybe…”

“There were already people here willing to love you, Namjoon,” you interject, shuffling closer, “Long before I ever arrived.” He smiles ruefully.

“I realise that, now, but I took too long. The damage is already done.” Namjoon shrugs his shoulders in defeat, still wearing that same sad smile as he leans forward to rest his forearms on his thighs, rubbing his palms together.

You wish you knew what to say - wish you could offer him some comfort regardless of his worthiness of it - but you find yourself at a loss for words. You can’t pretend as though his former relationships aren’t as in poor shape as he says. If he were to try to make amends, it would certainly be a long and difficult road - for all of them, not just Namjoon.

“Back when I came to the bar to warn you, you asked me what I wanted,” he says suddenly, hair ruffling in the breeze as he turns his head to look up at you, “Do you remember?” You recall the memory easily enough - there had only been that one occasion Namjoon had ever visited you at your workplace, invited or otherwise.

“I haven’t come to start a fight.”

“Then what do you want?”

“The same thing I’ve always wanted.” Is it vanity that makes you presume that he means you when he says that?

“You said what you wanted the same thing you always do,” you recall aloud, embarrassment making you drop your gaze as you admit, “To be honest, I assumed you meant me.” You hear Namjoon softly chuckle, and then suddenly he’s touching you - lifting your chin with the curl of his index finger to bring your gaze back to his. It doesn’t startle you as much as you’d anticipated it would; doesn’t inspire the fear you’d expected should his hands ever lay on you again.

“A reasonable assumption,” he smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners until his expression becomes sombre once more. Sighing, he lets his hand fall, linking his hands together where they dangle off the end of his lap. “But what I really meant was… family. First, I lost my sister, then my parents. My friends - my brothers . You.” He falls silent again for a moment, shaking his head as it drops forward, obscuring his face from your view.

“Namjoo-”

“I’ve lost everyone.” Namjoon sits up abruptly, and when he turns his face your way you swear you see a glassiness to his eyes. “And all through my own fault.”

Looking back at him now, you realise Namjoon really was right - you’re not afraid of him at all anymore. If anything, you feel sorry for him. No one deserves to spend an entire eternity alone, whether or not their exile was somewhat… self-inflicted. Maybe… maybe if...

He shifts in his seat, seemingly uncomfortable under the intensity of your gaze.

“I don’t expect you to say anything,” he says when the silence has gone on too long, “I know I don’t deserve-”

“I can’t speak for the others-” You stop him mid-sentence, and Namjoon settles back down into his seat having almost stood up to leave, his expression one of cautious curiosity. “-But I’d like to believe no one is ever totally beyond redemption.”

Redemption. The word is like kindling to the fragile ember of hope that flickers in Namjoon’s eyes at the mere mention of it.

“I still want to think that somewhere inside you, deep down, is the Namjoon who cared for his sister so much that he did everything he could to save her. Who offered his brothers immortality rather than face losing them, too.” You smile meekly. “Who saved me, knowing that to do so he would be putting his own life at risk.”

Namjoon’s eyes search yours, though you’re not certain what it is he’s looking for. The trace of a lie, maybe? That you’re just humouring him out of pity? Giving him false hope? You hope he knows you better than to think you’re the sort of person that would.

Finally, after what feels like minutes have gone by, he sighs.

“I want to believe you.” There’s a raw, vulnerable edge to his voice when he speaks, twisting his body to better face you. “I want… to be better. I want to… to be a man who’s deserving of your love, even if… even if I never have it.”

“Namjoon…”

It’s instinctive, the way you reach out - the way you gently place your hand on his cheek. Namjoon leans into it, eyes closing for just a moment, and you just can’t help it, how your heart bleeds for him. You should be less affected - should feel colder and more apathetic towards this man who betrayed you so badly - but you just… can’t. There are many unflattering things people could call you, many faults that they could name, but they could never accuse you of being cold or unfeeling. It’s just not in your nature. Perhaps some might say that’s a fault in itself, but here you are regardless.

You wish, in another life - one where less mistakes were made and fewer hearts were broken - that you were able to hold him. Promise to give Namjoon all the love he so sorely needs to be so that maybe, one day, he might be able to heal.

But there’s too much water under the bridge. Even if Namjoon were one day to come back into all of your lives, it could never be the way it was before. You can’t be that person for him anymore. It’s time for you to both move on, once and for all.

“Joonie,” you say again, ever so softly, and when he opens his eyes it makes your chest hurt all the more to see how desperately hopeful he looks. “I can forgive you for what you did. I need to, for both our sakes.” Namjoon smiles, lifting his hand to place it over yours where it lingers on his cheek, but when you start to pull away his expression falters, brow creasing in confusion. “But I can’t just forget it. Not yet.”

You hope the implication that maybe one day that might change helps to soften the blow as you fold your hands together in your lap, offering him a sympathetic smile that at first, he turns away from. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath as though to collect himself, and you find yourself on edge, wondering if your rejection will be taken as badly as it was once before.

“I understand.” Turns out, you needn’t of worried. Namjoon looks sad, certainly, but there’s a resignedness about him that you find reassuring - especially when he huffs a laugh and admits, “I’d probably think you were a fool if you’d said differently.” You laugh as well, knowing he’s right, and it feels as though a weight has been lifted as you sit up straight and run both hands through your hair, breathing out a sigh.

“Can I be honest with you?” Namjoon asks and instantly you nod, giving him your full attention. “For the first time in almost thirty years… I have no idea what to do. I wasn’t happy before, but at least looking after the others kept me busy. Now there’s just… nothing.” He licks his lips, wetting them. “It’s freeing, but it’s also really fucking terrifying.”

“I get that.” And you do. Without the others to keep you company, you’re not sure what on earth you’d do to pass the time for the rest of all eternity. “I know it’s pretty vague advice, but personally? I’d really like to see you start living again. Find something good , something for you to pour all that passion into.” You smile as you playfully knock your thigh against his, pleased when Namjoon does the same back. “You’ve got too bright a mind to dwell on such dark thoughts all the time, Joon.”

“I’m not sure where I’d even start… But something good sounds…” He shrugs his shoulders, offering you a lopsided grin. “... good, I guess.”

“And there’s something else I wanted to speak to you about, as well.” You call out loudly to summon Hosoek, and within seconds he comes running towards you, eyes wild and fists already raised in preparation to fight. “Hobi, it’s ok,” you reassure quickly as Namjoon puts hands up in surrender - a gesture that for some reason has you holding back the urge to giggle. Hesitantly, Hoseok lets his arms fall back to his sides and relaxes his posture, all the while his gaze flitting between you and Namjoon as though to doubly make sure that everything is as ok as you say it is.

“Everything alright?”

“Do you remember that talk we had yesterday? About my old apartment?” Eyebrows furrowing slightly, he nods. “Turns out, Jimin never stopped paying the lease, just in case I ever changed my mind and wanted to leave,” you explain, turning to Namjoon, and it makes you smile to see the way his eyes start to widen as it dawns on him what you’re about to offer. “It’s yours, if you want it, and so is your share of the manor's wealth.” Namjoon’s head turns to look at Hoseok, incredulous. “Hobi and I have already spoken about it. It’s only fair."

"You don't have to do this," Namjoon says quickly, eyes flitting rapidly back and forth between you and Hoseok. "Really. I'll be fine."

"We know we don't have to," Hoseok smiles, folding his arms across his chest.

"But we want to," you correct, pleased when Hoseok nods his agreement. "You saved my life, now we're giving you an opportunity to turn things around and save yours. We can call it even."

"I'm not sure that's right." Despite his disagreement with your sentiment Namjoon can't seem to help but smile. "I think I still owe you rather a lot more than you do me."

"Most likely," you grin in return. Standing, you reach down into your back pocket to retrieve the keys you'd stashed away earlier; a silver pair that jingle against the penguin engraved disc of your keyring as they're dropped into Namjoon's open, waiting hand. "Just to warn you, there'll be an awful lot of plushies waiting for you. You might want to redecorate."

"I'm sure it'll all be very… you," Namjoon laughs, joining you on your feet. Falling silent, he looks down at the keys in his hand and you see his shoulders move with the weight of the breath he takes. "Thank you." He looks so sincere as he meets your gaze again, closing his fist and then pressing it to his chest as his other hand reaches for yours. He squeezes when you grant it to him, smiling once more as you squeeze back just as tight.

"We should probably head back inside," you say after a beat or two have passed - sufficient enough time to memorise the feel of Namjoon's hand wrapped around yours. "The others are probably going out of their minds by now."

"Are you kidding?" Hoseok laughs as he falls into step with you as the three of you head back towards the house, "I can hear Jimin's teeth grinding from here."

You re-enter the house together, a seed of hope taking root in your heart at the amenable way Namjoon and Hoseok are able to converse back and forth, almost as if the last few weeks had never happened.

"Once you're settled, I'll call you to discuss the finer details, and when-" You're distracted from their talk of practicalities by Nova’s sudden high-pitched meowing, and on looking to your right you see her coming towards you down the hall with her sleek black tail swaying gently behind her as she walks, her intelligent eyes glinting as they catch the light.

“Hi Nova,” you greet, stopping the other vampires in their tracks when they hear you speak. Meowing again, she winds her way between your ankles as you smile down at her, brushing against your legs with each turn of her limber body until finally, you bend to pick her up, scooping her into your arms. Namjoon approaches her with a fond smile, waiting for you to nod before reaching out to give her the fussing she truly desires, and you laugh at the sheer volume of her purrs as she rubs the side of her face against every part of him she can reach, nibbling at the tips of his outstretched fingers.

“I think she’s missed you,” you comment and Namjoon chuckles, giving a firm scratch to the underside of her chin.

“The feelings mutual,” he purrs back at her, lavishing her in affection for just a few moments longer before finally dragging himself away - fingers restless at his sides you make your way back to the entrance hall, as though he almost wishes they were still in amongst her fur.

The others seem to barely have moved since you left them. They linger at the bottom of the staircase, chatting amongst themselves, but when Yeontan barks at having spotted Nova from across the room, silence abruptly falls.

“Is everything ok?” Urgently, Jimin comes toward you with hands outstretched, laying both on your shoulders to keep you at arm’s length while he surveys your wellbeing, a furrow in his brow.

“I’m fine, Jimin,” you reassure softly, offering him a small smile as he meets your eyes, searching them for confirmation. “Really. We’re fine.” He nods, still looking somewhat uncertain, yet he releases you nonetheless, stepping back so that Namjoon is able to step forward and address the group.

It’s sad how suspiciously they regard him, though you completely understand why they do. You’re sure Namjoon understands, too, and to his credit, he appears to be doing his best to ignore the stony silence he’s met with - or at least not let it bother him.

“I know it’ll never be enough to make up for all the things I’ve done,” he begins, gesticulating restlessly with his hands as he talks, “But… nonetheless, I wanted to say I’m sorry. To all of you. For everything.” Shuffling their feet, the group as a whole looks unsure of how to respond to Namjoon’s apology. Taehyung’s focusing all his attention on Yeontan whilst Jungkook avoids eye contact altogether; Jimin’s stony faced whilst Jin’s is impossible to read. It’s only Yoongi who meets Namjoon eye for eye and nods his head in acknowledgement. Yoongi, who almost died at the younger vampire’s hands, and yet has remained kind enough - soft-hearted enough - to at least hear his apology out.

Namjoon’s smiles gratefully, bobbing his head in return, and when Yoongi glances your way you mouth a ‘thank you’ that the dark-haired vampire shrugs his shoulders to, feigning nonchalance.

“I should go,” Namjoon declares when no one volunteers any further reply, recognising that at least for now, reconciliation remains a lost cause. You follow after him as he heads towards the door, Nova still cradled in your arms, and as he reaches for the handle you quickly call out,

“Don’t be a stranger, ok?” He pauses, twisting to look back at you and the vampires stood at your rear. “I mean… it’ll take time for things to get better but…” You glance at the others around you before looking back to Namjoon, smiling kindly, “That’s something we’ve all got plenty of.” Namjoon chuckles fondly and in the small of your back you feel a hand being placed, rubbing gently up and down.

“That we have, little one,” he smiles, and even after all this time - all that’s happened - that nickname still stirs something within you. It’s not lust, and it’s certainly not love, but a feeling of… nostalgia, almost.

With one final parting look, Namjoon turns to leave, pulling open the heavy front doors and stepping out into the night. Before he can disappear into the dark, however, Nova begins to squirm restlessly in your arms, letting out a loud series of meows more akin to wails.

Namjoon stops in his tracks.

Looking down, you see Nova peering up you imploringly with those green, intelligent eyes of hers, and you’re sure it’s just your imagination, but you feel almost as if she’s trying to tell you something as she meows again, tail swishing.

“Joon?” You go after him, not stopping until he’s within arms reach - close enough to allow the wriggling Nova to gracefully leap out of your grasp and into the embrace of a very startled Namjoon.

“W-what-?” he stammers as he hastily rearranges his arms to accommodate the feline form curling up against his chest. The sight of him so flustered and caught off guard is so endearing that you can’t help but start to grin, pressing your lips together in an attempt to stifle the laughter bubbling up inside your lungs.

“I think the lady hath spoken,” you observe as Nova rubs her face against Namjoon’s jaw, her meows now deep, rumbling purrs of contentment. He strokes her despite his utter bewilderment, long fingers carding through her fur, and watching the two of them you know for certain that letting her go is the right idea. What better way to slowly soften Namjoon’s heart and give him purpose than for him to have something to care for all of his own? “Look after her, ok?” He looks up from the cat cradled in his arms.

“Are you sure?” he asks and when you nod, he smiles so hard that for the first time since he got here, you finally get a flash of Namjoon’s infamous dimples. “Thank you. Really,” he says earnestly, and as Namjoon wishes you goodbye, his golden eyes take one long, last lingering look up and down your form before he turns, takes his leave, and you softly close the door.

Turning the key in the lock, a heavy exhale leaves your lungs, and for a moment you stand with one hand pressed to the door and eyes closed to gather yourself. You’re so relieved that it’s impossible not to smile despite the nagging worry at the back of your mind that Jimin might be upset at you just having given away what was originally his gift to you, but just as it starts to push to the forefront and cause your smile to falter, Jimin’s voice rings soft in your ear.

“That was really kind, what you just did.” You turn in the embrace of his arms as they settle around your waist, looking up into eyes that await you.

“Really? You’re not upset?”

“No, kitten,” he assures, leaning down to rest his forehead on yours, a smile tugging at his lips, “I’m not upset. Though, you’re awfully pious for the creature of the night, you know.”

“You make it sound like a bad thing.” Smiling, you circle your arms around him too and Jimin begins to sway almost as if the two of you are dancing, hips swinging side to side.

“Aside from making the rest of us look bad... of course not.” Jimin’s lips find yours in a sweet, fleeting kiss, and when he pulls away his eyes are practically glowing with affection, cheeks full and rounded with happiness. “If anything, it only makes me love you more.”

Yoongi appears at your side, nuzzling into the crook of your neck with a low hum of agreement.

“What about you, oppa ?” you ask teasingly, tilting your head in order to find his lips and speak against them.

“You already know how we feel, princess.” Yoongi nips at your bottom lip when you whine, chuckling deep down low. Yes, of course you know - but that doesn’t mean you don’t like to hear it out loud. “You know we adore you,” he whispers as Jimin assaults the other side of your neck with soft, lingering kisses. “We cherish you, all of us.”

Your two lovers pull away to reveal the rest of the group watching on; fond smiles on their faces, Jin’s chest puffed up with pride beneath the arms he’s folded across them. Seeing them all there safe, happy and smiling - your family, your friends, your lovers, your everythings - it’s almost enough to bring you to tears. Never would you have thought yourself capable of being able to love someone so much, or be so blessed as to receive so much love in return.

You’re so lucky. So, so lucky.

“Careful,” you say, blinking back the sting in your eyes, “You’re going to make me cry in a minute.”

“Well we wouldn’t want that, would we, kitten?” Jimin teases, taking your hand in his and squeezing it tight as Yoongi claims your other, linking his fingers with yours. “Anyone up for some pool?”

Almost in perfect unison, your beloved vampires throw their hands up in the air - Jungkook shouting his enthusiasm with a ‘let’s get it!’ so loud that it almost makes you jump.

“Dibs not with Jin-hyungie, ” Hoseok sing-songs up ahead as you make your way towards the hall, cue indignant shrieking from the eldest of the group and laughter from the rest.

God, you love them. You love them, you love them, you love them .

“I love you,” you call out to them, unable to contain the affection that’s overflowing within you, tugging on your lover’s hands to pull them ever closer to your sides. You can’t imagine anywhere else they should ever be - anywhere else that you could ever belong.

“We love you!” Taehyung shouts back, and in his arms, Yeontan yelps his wholehearted agreement. Up ahead, Jungkook throws his arms around Jin’s shoulders to drag him down low enough to ruffle his hair as they walk, insisting,

“But I’m still her favourite, you know?”

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Ducktales Final Four!: The Lost Cargo of Kit Cloudkicker!

Hello You Happy People. SPIN IT! OHOHOHOHOHOHO LETS’ BEGIN IT!

After 10,000 years we’re finally at the motherducking Talespin episode! And only 8000 of those years were the last 14 months as Ducktales 2017 has been working toward this for a while with Cape Suzette being prominently mentioned in both the first episode and the season 1 finale, and Don Karnage being a regular part of the rouges gallery, voiced by the wonderous Jamie Camil. So this episode was less a matter of “If”, since Don’s presence meant Disney wasn’t really against it happening, and more a matter of “When and How.” The how, to a point was settled at the big NYCC panel for Ducktales that revealed Daisy and Goofy... as it also revealed aged up versions of Kit and Molly, meaning a proper tailspin episode was on the way. I could not have been more pumped. While I didn’t remember the cartoon well, i’d always loved Talespin since I was a kid and as an adult my curosity only grew. Still need to watch way more of it mind you, I really have slept on most of the Disney Plus Libarary and that’s dumb of me, but what i’ve seen is impressive. The story of an irresponsible bear forced to work with a buisnesswoman bear after she buys his seaplane, his loveable kid sidekick and said buisness bear’s daughter whose cute as a button but suprisingly tolerable for a little kid character. Opposing them were masterful buisnessman Shere Kahn, who sadly does not show up here and could be friend , foe or neutral depending on the episode, and Don Karnage, a kooky sky pirate who as mentioned is already in this series and was Balloo’s arch enemy. The series was colorful, creative, had a great premise and cast and in general was just awesome and out of the Disney Afternoon shows is honestly my faviorite, though Darkwing is getting close. I even recently finally got the Shere Kahn funko, which is starring into my soul as I type this review! Hurrah!

So I waited impatiently like I did for Daisy and Goofy, both also things I’d wanted in the series since the start. Thing was.. Goofy showed up in the second episode of the season, that was part of the premiere, and while the wait for Daisy was agonizing, she still showed up pretty early into the season at episode five. Gosalyn showed up at episode 12. This is episode 20.

I do get it: This season was built to be the last just in case.. and ended up being the last so good job there. There was a LOT to wrap up in one season and on top of that they had a double and TRIPLE length episode taking up 5 episodes of the season, AND two holiday episodes. So that gave them only 18 normal episodes they had to place very carefully. So likely, given that they had some episodes important to the finale that couldn’t wait for the last minute in “The First Adventure” and “The Battle for Castle McDuck!”, as I highly doubt pepper was given such a build up to not be important in the finale, still think she’s webby’s mom, we’ll see soon enough. And New Gods on the Block, while not as important was probably not swapped with this one because they wanted a lighter episode after three plot important episodes in a row, two of which are fairly intense and had lasting consequences and one of which, while a bit of a breather, was still indulging in the new FOWL status quo. This one ended up crammed into the last block.. because they likely really wanted to do this one, wanted it to tie into FOWL... and had nowhere else to put it, with Life and Crimes likely serving as one last break from FOWL, if it doesn’t end up tying into it, before the finale movie. Doesn’t make waiting forever for it any less grating, but hey it’s finally here. So how was it? Was it worth the hype? And how do the Wuzzles factor into this? Join me under the cut and spin it with me to find out and count down to 3!

So we open with an adult Kid Cloudkicker at work, voiced by Adam Pally!

If you haven’t heard of him, and one of my Patreons had not, he was on Happy Endings and the Mindy Project, and has a very distinct voice and is very funny, so it was a pleasant surprise to have him pop up here as Kit and given aforementioned roles were messes in some way shape or form, especially Max from happy endings whose essentially Oscar the Grouch, just as gay only not living in a trash can. Though if he had to he would.

Since he was a kid KIt’s picked up the old family business, and is now running hire for hire.. and has also picked up his Dad’s old enemies as Don Karnage chases after Kit, his second greatest nemesis, who freely mocks him. It’s a lovely sequence but shows Kit isn’t the best pilot, and his fancy flying, while beating Don, also opens both crates, freeing the livestock he’s carrying.. and the other cargo, a mysterious stone that was in a F.O.W.L. crate that merges the chicken with a goat, and scares kit, and he ends up causing his cargo to drop out of the plane. Cue titles.

Back with our heroes for this series, Della is recroding Dewey as he flies solo the first time!

That is so precious. Huey is along for the ride and is taking having his reckless brother with the attention span of a coked up ferret at the helm exactly how you’d expect.

Of course his helmet says safety boy and of course he has a helmet on over his hat. Awww. Dewey, while good at it, he’s a 12 year old flying a rather sizeable plane with no difficulty that’s pretty impressive.. he’s also Dewey so just flying a plane normally isn’t enough and he wants to Dewey it instead and do all the fancy stuff. He wants to be special as is usual for him, not realizing this is how you get to being good as his mom or Launchpad. And he’s 12 so that makes sense just on the basic level.. but it also makes sense on a comparison level: Dewey’s done a LOT of impressive stuff over the course of the series: rattling it off because why not, and this is just things he acomplished himself: he found the Lost Jewel of Atlantis (Getting it home was still a team effort but he is the one who identified it), is a golf pro better than his uncle whose played the game for centuries at this point, defeated Don Karnage in a sword fight with little to no sword training, was crucial in beating Magica during the Shadow War, travled through time, by accident or not, consulted on a major motion picture, defeated a Gandra, even if she was going easy on him, BLIND, and biggest of all defeated the World Serpent Jormunngandr, by himself, a GOD that’s fought Scrooge evenly for decades. AND FINISHED HIM WITH A PILEDRIVER. To reitirate this was ONLY the stuff he did himself. So I get why he’d think just flying a plane when his mom and best friend have done so much more with it is boring and that being a pilot when two people he looks up to are already one is just.. boring. I’ts not special or unique and given his family name is built on the two, I can see why he’d chafe under this.

Della for her part isn’t doing things wrong entirely, she wants him to start with the basics, the fact he can DO those basics at such a young age with minimal training shows he has a true knack for it, and it takes experince to pull off death defying stunts. The First Adventure backs this up as while Della was so talented as a kid she could land a plane herself.. that was all she did. And it’s still incredibly impressive a ten year old landed a seaplane with no real world training or hours in a full on flight simulator. The issue that’s never really adressed is while she’s mostly doing it right she dosen’t get that despite his talent, Dewey just dosen’t find this INTRESTING or get how impressive he is, and that dressing it up a bit migh’tve helped. It’s an understandable mistake though, teaching someone something in any context is hard. It’s one of many, MANY reasons like currently horribly hazzarodus conditions, long hours, having to buy their own suplies at times, that teachers are badly underpayed.

Before we get into why their headed to Cape Suzette at long last, there is one notiacble absence in this episode I can’t really ignore: Launchpad. While he has been absent in every episode since Let’s Get Dangerous, not counting “How Santa Stole Christmas!” as the two holiday episodes were made to fit in anywhere story wise and timeline and production wise take place before the rest of Season 3 , which takes place during Spring given both the March note on Boyd and Huey’s photos in Astro BOYD, and Forbidden Fountain taking place during spring break. At most it’s currently running into Summer. I put too much thought into this with someone i’ve lost contact with.

My point, I had one trust me, is that Launchpad has just been gone for the second half of the season . And up till now it wasn’t necesarily a bad thing: He was a major part of Let’s Get Dangerous and wasn’t really needed for any of the episodes so far: The Manor side of things in ImpossiBin was purposfully intense and while he would’ve had some thoughts on Beakly’s actions, it just worked better with him gone and the only other adult in the house at the moment busy doing other stuff for their protection till the climax. Split Sword was kid focused, New Gods didn’t really involve him at all, though I am sad he and Storkules never met as far as I can tell, The First Adventure was a flashback, Fight for CastleMcDuck was about the family unit more, and Beaks in the Shell is the only one so far I think he could’ve been included in at all and again shoving him in would’ve just cluttered things up. Like a lot of character ballance issues of the series, there’s a good enough reason.. this is just the one exception in the last batch I think would’ve been improved by having him. He’s Dewey’s best friend, he’s been there for him, he would’ve been a good counterpoint as a teacher and it could’ve been intersting having both he and della have constrasting styles but valuable things to teach and I would’ve loved to see him interact with Kit. It also just feels really weird to be down a pilot in the episode about the franchise about a pilot. \

The fact Dewey ends up crashing while landing after Huey applauds him on his safe normal landing, which ticks him off because he dosen’t want to be normal, hammers in it in a bit as he missed his buddy’s first crash. I get leaving him out as Kit is just as irresponsible and the episodes just as much about Kit if not more so as it is about Dewey, so I understand it but it dosne’t make it feel like any less of a lost opportunity.

As for why their in the cape at last, it’s unsuprsingly another missing mystery, the stone of what is which can combine two things, the stone seen in the intro. Kit loosing it turns out to be a good thing as it meant FOWL didn’t get it, and they can find it, and are in town to find him. They pass the hire for hire offices which have a ton of notices on the door, and Dewey is entranced by the idea of cloud kicking, aka sky surfing, aka that thing kit did in the original. We also get to see updated versions of Baloo, Kit and Molly. Sadly no Rebecca. Can’t win em all.

Our trio find Kit whose asleep, clearly having no customers and trying to pass it off like he does. It turns out he knows Della, as they went to flight school together, though she only vaugely remembers him at best. She does remember Molly though, wouldn’t be suprised if that’s another ex of hers either, and wonders what happen to her.. and not just because htere’s always room in Della’s harem. Kit dodges.. and it’s likely in large part because it’s clear to anyone looking despite his statments he’s kinda stalled as an adult. It’s very clear from his surroudings, him being a pilot for hire, and him eagerly taking Dewey on as a sidekick when Dewey shows intresting in Cloud Kicking, that he’s trying to be Baloo. This idea was, according to Frank, the brainchild of the episode’s director, and one of it’s writers and storyboarders, Tanner Johnson. Tanner pitched “What if Kit never outgrew his Baloo fanboying?”.

It’s an intresting idea: while it is sad we don’t get to see the old boy at any point and I do wonder where he is now and what he’s up to in his retirment, probably just flying about free as a bird would be my guess given how he never liked working to begin with, I applaud them for doing something unique with the Tailspin cast that fits into the themes of the season rather than just have them show up. By making it Kit instead of Baloo cargoing them, it gives us more of an arc to work with character wise as Kit has become so obessed with becoming his dad, he never stopped to consider if he was even good at it or enjoyed it.

Using Della is part of what makes this work as she too grew up with a larger than life mentor and adopted dad.. but unlike Kit, she grew up a bit and saw the flaws in her dad. His greed, his selfishness, his tendency to hog the glory, his ego.. she stopped putting him on a pedestal. She still loves him, still wants his respect and admiration to this day, but she gets he’s not perfect and not who she wants to be. Kit clearly never got this message. He never grew out of putting Baloo on a pedsteal and wanting ot literally be him instead of his own man. So he ignored the many flaws in how Baloo lived: Baloo started Talespin having lost his plane because he was so obessed with freedom and doing what he wanted, he didn’t bother actually paying on it and chafed under actually doing work half the time. He’s talented, fun to be around and a hell of pilot bar none, he honestly outclasses Della, but he was entirely irresponsible. Kit’s found himself in the same position Baloo was in: living alone, having not a lot going on, and on the verge of loosing his plane. Not only that he’s worse off because Baloo at least, while lazy, had enough talent. Kit.. isn’t a good pilot as we’ve seen and will see again, and clearly not only dosen’t have a knack for it, but is only doing it because Baloo did. He’s so obsessed with being who he THINKS baloo would want him to be, he never stopped to think that the actual Baloo would just want him to be happy and has probably told him this, or was probably too proud of what Kit was doing to realize what he was doing to his life.

But Della dosen’t have time to get him a therapist, they need to find that stone before FOWL, and Kit offers to take them.. if they hire him. Della scoffs at this and insults the Sea Duck

Yeah Della your fantastic.. but you do NOT insult the Sea Duck and your very, VERY lucky it’s not Baloo you were dealing with as he would’ve turned you down out of principal. The Sea Duck is fucking awesome, and a national treasure. Thankfully Kit instead points out the Sunchaser isn’t in a better place after Dewey Dewed what he dew, so they really don’t have a choice.

Della does draw the line at letting Kit fly as she eventually realizes he’s not good at this, mostly letting Crowby his crowbar do all the work, and finds he has a map to where he dropped the stone, so he dosen’t even have that leg to stand on and throws him out of his own cockpit before he gets them all killed. Okay that time on her side. Kit takes this time to try and train Dewey on cloudkicking... but despite being encaustic at the idea of it the reality leaves Dewford scared shitless.. and doubles up on bad things as Don Karnage and his crew are closing in on the island. FOWL hired them to get it for them, though why FOWL didn’t do so themselves I don’t know. Don’t get me wrong i’m happy to have Jamie back and it really wouldn’t feel right ot have a Tailspin ep without Don Karnage, I just find it odd Bradford would hire outside contractors for this given he has a full staff and not at least send Heron or Steelbeak along to supervise. Regardless, Don puts pleasure before buisness spotting Kit.. and fully commits after finding out Dewey is ALSO involved. I also find it hilarous DEWEY outranks Kit on Don Karnage’s enemy list. So naturally he goes after him, int he personal plane he used in the series which also showed up in the cold open, and with Dewey not having the skill to take Don on, Kit is forced ot step in. He also calls him “Little briches” which while another sign of how much he wants to be his own dad.. is still too awesome not to apricate. Don cuts the line but thanks to Kit’s fancy footwork, they make it out alive and wash up on an island. Della soon joins them, thanks kit for saving her kid then rightfully slaps him for putting him in danger in the first place. Dewey also has to stop her from punching him when he explains he had no idea the stone ended up on this island, which granted she is justified in but Dewey , of all people, rightly saw this means they don’t have to drag a unconcious bear around who probably hasn’t showered in a while. I mean the smell will be there either way but there’s less chance of accidnetlly inhaling too much while he’s conconcious. They also find out what the Stone’s been doing: combining the wildlife leading to rhino monkey hybrid trying to murder them. So at the last minute Frank also squeezed in another disney aftenroon show but one tha’ts not streaming and most don’t care about: the wuzzles, a bunch of hybrids of various animals... Frank couldn’t do much with that as is and just decided to rightfully play it for horror.

Our heroes find Don, whose found the stone.. and is simply throwing most of hi crew at it rather than doing anything productive, with them turning into just.. utterly horrifying combinations. Hands for heads and everything, bug legs, a non-anthro parrot head. it’s pretty tough to watch and I question why the episode did this as Don’s crew did not deserve this and this episode is mostly lightearted before and after this. A tailspin tribute episode episode should not pair well with the song no spill blood.. seroiusly you paid for all I do is win, and rightfully but you couldn’t get this?

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Regardless the kids and manchild are told to stay put while the slightly more functional womanchild takes care of Don. Dewey and Kit naturally don’t, which is fair: what did della expect, the sugared up rabbit in a small duck’s body and the incompitent but charming manchild she’s insulted repedadtly to listen? Naturally they both beef it as Dewey can’t board and while Kit does get Don’s plane, he ends up crashing it instead of doing anything productive. I mean even Launchpad would’ve at least got back to the seaduck.. he would’ve crashed into it but still. Look when you make Launchpad look compietnet you really need to rethink your life. Della has bigger problems though as it turns out the thing they were on.. was a coocoon.. for a butterbear. Oh no. Thankfully this goes better than you’d expect as she’s able to ride the thing and it tangles up some rope, taking the stone of what was with it and Don takes off after it with what pirates he has left.

Our remaining heros return to the Sea Duck. Dewey and Kit plan to do the same thing again and expect diffrent results but Huey.. has some words for them.

He’s fed up with this and points out they need to swap jobs. Dewey CAN fly, and Kit really is good at cloudkicking, it’s in the name, and he needs to return to it. While Dewey balks again stating anyone can be a pilot.. Kit finally admits that’s not true and he’s just not good at it and Huey finally snaps them out o fthier neurosis, Kit a bit late but better late than never given the state of his life, and points out the episode’s aseop: YOU make something special just by doing what you like to do and are good at well. I’ts been hard making these reviews, but I feel i’m getting the hang at it and it’s what I was meant to do, I just had to find it. It’s not always easy to find your calling but when you got it, go for it instead of some version of you you think you should be. So we get pured distilled awesome for the climax. Besides Della again riding a bear that’s also a butterfly, Kit, also a bear I did not miss that gag, proceeds to finally spin it and begin again it as he tears through them with Crowby and easily deispatches the planes finally earning Della’s respect and finally back in his element, using his newfound size and strength combined with his still inherent acrobatics to easily take them out and land on Carnage’s plane and beat him.

So the day is saved: The stone lands on the plane and our heroes properly secure it. Della releases her bear fly but it’ll find it’s way home i’m sure... so majestic. Or it’ll eat all the world’s seagulls. Good news either way.

Back at the bay Kit packs up the stone safetly and gives them the bill. Which Della grumbles at but whiel he didn’t fly he did save their asses.. after endagenring them but still and does have a buisness to run. Plus he has to save his plane.

But it turns out someone’s already bought it. And you can probably guess who.

No not you sweetie.. though he is an investor for the person who DID buy it: Molly, whose taken being danger woman from a 4 year old’s play time to her career running an air stunt show. This is the other thing that cemented the whole aged up versions of these guys working for me: HIstory Repeating itself. Once again an enterprising young woman with a lot of ideas has bought the seaduck from it’s incompitent owner and hires the former owner to work for her. But things are warmer this time: Kit wasn’t happy doing what he was doing, and it’s clear unlike Rebecca, who just bought the first plane she could get and hired baloo because he was who she could afford, they became friends with time and patience if not more but that’s still vauge... Molly did this out of love. She knew Kit was struggling and probably has as many fond memories of the sea duck and baloo as he does and didn’t want someone else to get the old girl. Her air show seems to be going fine, she apparently has a full crew, fans and enough money to purchase another plane on a whim from the bank to expand the show.. she wanted her old plane back and her old brother back. And wheras again Rebecca offered Baloo the job because he wanted to keep his baby safe from some half assed pilot she could afford and she knew it and thus could manipulate him with that. Plus he worked cheap so there. Here Molly just admires her brothers skills and hires them on it and he’s frankly more comfortable being a sidekick than the main star anyway.

He TRIES to brush it off but gladly accepts. God another possible spinoff.. please make this Disney.. and if not at least Reboot tailspin I miss it. Still it’s a very satisfying ending. But what of Don Karnage? Well he’s lost everything as a result of this, unable to get back to his carrier, his crew mostly gone, and FOWL sure to be gunning for him. This is seemingly the end for him.. until he finds a chunk of the stone. “Or the start of an encore”. Wether this was a setup for a possible part of season 4, a possible spinoff or is going to come back in the finale.. we’re just going to have to wait and see won’t we?

Final Thoughts: I really liked this one. It’s not the best of the season: Kit’s arc is kinda telegraphed and Dewey’s arc while intresting isn’t focused on enough to really be that engaging. But the ideas at the core are solid and fit into the series well, the idea to age up our kid heroes from Talespin was really clever and paid off and as usual Adam Pally is a delight and as I said at the top was pitch perfect casting. Couldn’t figure out who played molly and the credits cut out on me, so let mek now if you do but yeah I enjoyed this one> It wasn’t the series at it’s best but given the last two are liable to get pretty intense it was a nice breezy break. And it got me wanting to watch Talespin again and there’s nothing bad about that.

NEXT WEEK: In our penultimate adventure, Ducktales reinacts that one episode of Batman the Animated Series where all of Batman’s foes put him on Trial, as Scrooge’s Rogues put him on trial with Doofus as prosecuter and Louie for the defense. Well at least it’s not Lionel Hutz.

This Week: Lots of Ducks! The lena retrospective continues as we take a detour for some comix, and we begin the Della arc as we go back to the start. It’s finally time to talk about Woo-Ooo!.

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