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typeboyz · 4 months

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ATENÇÃO: Conteúdo sexual explícito, smut, assistir a pornografia e descrevê-la, masturbação feminina, cunilíngua, dedilhado, mordida no clitóris, afiação.

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Não há melhor maneira de ele passar a noite livre de sexta-feira do que com você, de joelhos, puxando o cabelo dele como um pedido para ir mais rápido.

Esse era seu passatempo favorito com Hoseok. Assistir a filmes e classificá-los de 1 a 5. Geralmente, assistia a cerca de três filmes por noite, com pipoca, salgadinhos e tudo o mais.

Mas casais normais assistiriam a filmes normais. Vocês dois assistem a filmes pornôs. Sim, você leu corretamente.

Ficar em dia com o que é recente, o que é cafona, histórias ridículas e coisas novas para experimentar na cama. Às vezes, a noite termina com sexo apaixonado, às vezes é só vocês dois rindo e indo dormir.

Então é aqui que você está agora. Em sua sala de estar, sentados lado a lado, com pipoca no meio, prontos para assistir a uma cena picante.

— Qual é o título deste? – Você perguntou, apertando o play na TV.

— Não me lembro. – Ele riu comendo um pouco da pipoca. — Provavelmente algo com duplo sentido.

O filme começa com uma música pornô clichê e a estrela do filme já está seminua na tela.

— Droga, escolhi uma sem história dessa vez. – Disse ele com uma pitada de arrependimento na voz.

— Tudo bem, ainda podemos classificar as coisas falsas óbvias. – Você apontou. — Mas tenho que admitir que gostaria de poder colocar minhas pernas atrás das costas dessa maneira.

— Nada que algumas sessões de ioga não possam resolver. – Ele olhou para você com um sorriso e você sorriu enquanto revirava os olhos.

Até o momento, não há nada de novo para ver aqui, apenas uma linda mulher se masturbando em uma posição em que a maioria das mulheres não se masturba.

— Mas esse plugue anal é muito bonito. – Você disse e isso chamou a atenção de Hoseok.

— Vou comprar um tão bonito quanto esse para você. – Ele a abraçou de lado para apertá-la um pouco, beijando sua têmpora com um tom de provocação.

— Ah querido, isso é muito gentil. – Você se juntou à diversão, sorrindo e bicando os lábios dele.

Os olhares de ambos voltaram para a TV, na posição de meio abraçados, comendo pipoca. Nessa adorável discussão, vocês perderam alguns segundos do filme, o que foi suficiente para deixá-los confusos.

— Qual é a razão para ela estar vendada? – Hoseok tinha um tom curioso em sua voz.

— Será que ela sabe que há um homem atrás dela? – Você falou de volta para a TV.

— Isso é pornografia, na maioria das vezes nada faz sentido. – Ele disse a você.

— Oh, ok. – Disseram os dois em uníssono quando os atores começaram a se beijar e a se masturbar.

O filme prosseguiu por mais algumas cenas com vocês dois em silêncio. Nunca gostou muito de assistir a boquetes, mas sempre podia aprender alguma coisa.

— Droga, ele está pendurado. – Você apontou, comendo mais pipoca e Hoseok virou a cabeça para encará-la, com uma mistura de emoções no rosto. Você riu e continuou a assistir ao filme, comentando algumas posições aqui e ali.

— Já acabou? – Hoseok disse. — Ele nem sequer retribuiu o oral?

— Sinto pena dela, vou dar uma nota 2 de 5, só por causa do plugue anal.

— Esse é um zero para mim. – Acrescentou.

— Veja só você se preocupando com o prazer dela. – Você disse em tom de brincadeira.

Com isso, ele zombou e sorriu em sua direção.

— Você sabe como eu sou.

Você riu com ele e cedeu à vontade de tocar a coxa dele.

— Eu sei como você faz.

Você olhou nos olhos dele, depois de um momento, o olhar dele foi para os seus lábios, sua respiração se misturou com a dele e você ouviu a respiração alta dele. Você mordeu os lábios e isso foi o suficiente para que ele se inclinasse e a beijasse.

Ele não esperou muito para usar a língua, levando a mão ao seu pescoço, enquanto você levava a sua da coxa dele para o peito. Você agarrou a camisa dele pelo colarinho para trazê-lo para mais perto e aprofundar o beijo.

Os lábios apaixonados dele nunca deixaram os seus enquanto ele movia a cabeça de um lado para o outro, buscando mais intimidade e intensidade.

A vibração em seu coração era perceptível em todo o seu corpo. Havia borboletas em seu estômago, suas mãos levemente suadas ainda puxando a camisa dele, seus lábios que pareciam não se cansar dos dele. Enquanto Hoseok misturava a língua dele com a sua, o beijo ficava cada vez mais molhado, assim como a sua calcinha.

Você soltou um gemido alto quando ele mordeu seu lábio inferior. Você interrompeu o beijo para olhar nos olhos dele.

— Me mostre como você faz. – Sussurrou.

Hoseok tinha luxúria em seus olhos, agora com o melhor dos deveres que ele adora cumprir. Ele aproveitou a mão que ainda estava em seu pescoço para puxá-la para perto de si e encontrar os lábios dele novamente. O polegar dele roçava sua mandíbula com muita doçura, mas o beijo era intenso como antes, com a língua percorrendo seus lábios mais uma vez, mas retirando-a para que ele pudesse mordê-la novamente.

A mão dele saiu do seu pescoço e desceu lentamente pelas suas costas, a ponta dos dedos deixando marcas de fogo na sua pele. Ele optou por acariciar sua bunda com a mão, enquanto a outra estava firme em sua região lombar. Seus braços foram abraçar o pescoço dele, sabendo que seus lábios se separariam pouco tempo depois, mas ainda querendo que esse momento durasse.

Ele tocou sua coxa e se aproximou de seu núcleo, suas paredes se apertando com o conhecimento do que estava por vir. Ele não perdeu tempo e abriu suas pernas para sentir o calor através do seu short, movendo a palma da mão para cima e para baixo. Você sibilou nos lábios dele, e a interpretação que ele fez foi colocar mais pressão para aumentar a fricção, o que lhe rendeu um gemido alto.

Ele abriu o zíper do seu short para ter mais acesso a você, e ambos tentaram ao máximo tirar o short sem precisar interromper o beijo. As mãos dele voltaram a usar as palmas por um tempo, mas depois ele passou a usar apenas a ponta dos dedos com os mesmos movimentos.

Você ficou triste quando os lábios doces dele deixaram os seus, mas foi por uma boa causa, pois ele se ajoelhou para tirar sua calcinha e depois abriu suas pernas enquanto segurava a parte de trás de seus joelhos. Ele decidiu não ir direto ao assunto, aproveitando o momento para olhar em seus olhos e beijar a parte interna de sua coxa.

Ele então chegou ao seu destino, primeiro beijando seus lábios externos muito lentamente, certificando-se de que cada centímetro seu recebesse a atenção que merecia. Você não podia mais esperar por esse momento, reclinando-se no sofá, mas transferindo seu peso para os cotovelos para ainda ter uma visão perfeita do que estava acontecendo.

Dessa vez, ele usaria o nariz, massageando seu clitóris de um lado para o outro, depois para cima e para baixo, depois desenhando um oito para desenhar seu próprio nome, em coreano e inglês. Ele então decidiu combinar os movimentos com a língua lambendo a parte externa de sua entrada, a sensação o surpreendeu o suficiente para que ele sentisse suas paredes se contraírem levemente na ponta da língua.

Antes que você pudesse se acostumar, ele começou a beijar seu clitóris, com beijos muito molhados e desleixados. Cada vez aumentando e diminuindo sua pressão. Mas você também não se acostumaria com isso, porque ele passou a lamber seu botão sensível, repetindo os mesmos movimentos que o nariz dele acabara de fazer. Dessa vez, ele inseriu dois dedos, fazendo-os girar no sentido horário, só para lhe dar uma nova sensação. E para dar a suas paredes algo em que se agarrar.

Hoje, Hoseok faria algo que não fazia com muita frequência, passaria os dentes delicadamente em seu clitóris, com movimentos de mordida, mas não exatamente mordendo, apenas com presença suficiente para lhe proporcionar novas sensações. Ele então curvou os dedos em busca de seu ponto e continuou mordiscando seu clitóris.

Ao ver seu rosto e o som de seus orgasmos, ele sabia que você estava perto, tomando seu aperto involuntário e irregular como uma pista para parar.

— Por que você parou? – Você choramingou e olhou para ele, apenas para receber um sorriso de volta.

Depois que você recuperava o fôlego, ele voltava a mordiscar, adorando a sua reação a cada passada dos dentes. Mas ele parava novamente.

— Não! Continue. – Você praticamente gritou.

— Paciência, meu amor. – Ele sussurrou tão perto de seu núcleo que a respiração dele causou arrepios em sua espinha

Mas você não teve paciência hoje. Ele voltou aos movimentos e você agarrou a cabeça dele com dois tufos de cabelo para fazê-lo ficar no lugar.

Ele sorriu com sua ação, e suas calças ficaram mais apertadas. Para ele, não há melhor maneira de passar a noite livre de sexta-feira do que com você, de joelhos, você puxando o cabelo dele como um pedido para ir mais rápido. Ele adorava quando você agia assim, adorava saber que era bom no que estava fazendo, que você estava se sentindo bem por causa dele.

Ele sorriu com sua ação e suas calças ficaram mais apertadas. Para ele, não há melhor maneira de passar a noite livre de sexta-feira do que com você, de joelhos, você puxando o cabelo dele como um pedido para ir mais rápido. Ele adorava quando você agia assim, adorava saber que era bom no que estava fazendo, que você estava se sentindo bem por causa dele.

A mistura de mordiscadas e ação dos dedos enrolados fez com que você chegasse bem perto. Seus dedos dos pés já estavam se curvando e o nó em seu estômago estava esperando para ser liberado. Mas você queria algo um pouco mais bruto esta noite. E, em vez de simplesmente deixar Hoseok terminar o que começou, você moveu a cabeça dele de um lado para o outro.

Hoseok ficou surpreso, mas encantado, e simplesmente colocou a língua para fora, deixando que você decidisse o ritmo e a pressão. Ele continuou a se concentrar nos dedos e a textura da língua foi fricção suficiente para que seu orgasmo viesse alguns segundos depois.

Se vocês dois fizessem um filme, ele o classificaria com 10 de 5.

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writersrealmbts · 9 months

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Harvest Moon 2

Description: Werewolf!Taehyung x Reader: You've lived with Taehyung and his pack for about a month, putting down roots and enjoying every moment with him along the way.

Posted: 09/06/2023

Tags: Werewolves, Werewolf!Taehyung, werewolf everybody but reader

Wordcount: 3,800

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Originally posted by taebae-btsv

You caught a glimpse of silvery fur and braced yourself for the inevitable pounce from your future mate's best friend.

Jimin knocked you fairly gently to the ground with a happy bark.

"Hi, Jimin, I'm assuming Tae isn't far behind. What will he think when he sees you pinning his mate to the ground?" You asked dryly.

His tail stopped wagging.

Too late.

Tae bowled him over with a growl, and they started wrestling loudly.

You went back to planting the garlic bulbs for overwintering. Back home, you'd only plant a few garlic, not going through too much yourself. But now that you lived with Taehyung's pack, they'd impressed upon you the importance of growing lots of garlic when you were neighbors with vampires.

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aseaofyoongi · 2 years

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for the night | jhs

pairing: jhs x reader (f)

genre: angst; smut

rating: mature audiences ONLY (18+)

word count: 4.3 thousand words

summary: you and hoseok are bestfriend and in the midst of a party and your hard to decipher feelings — you make the mistake of reciprociting your bffs sexual intentions.

warnings: one night stand; mentions of sex; suppressed feelings; foul language; friends to one night stand to its complicated; penetrative (protected) sex!; oral stimulation (f. receiving); (he puts her undies in her mouth); dirty talk; slight degradation kink; semi public sex; bickering; spanking; dom-ish hoseok; house party au; jealousy; descriptions of broken heart; unresolved emotions; hoseok is kind of a fuckboi; it is complicated to say the least

posted: sunday october 16, 2022 | 9:10AM

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How did that saying go again? you swore you tried your hardest to recall. You did. But it was a given that past the blaring hip-hop beats being emitted (by whoever the fuck had the aux to the speaker sitting in the corner of the living room), your tympanum refused to fulfill its duty. You were still here but everything seemed just so far away — as if you were miles from here. You weren’t though because from where you stood at the foot of the stairs you were just steps away from the rather blurry swarm of bodies dancing to whatever the fuck was being played now.

Alcohol had not entered your system once that night but your head felt in a haze nevertheless and a pungent headache lurked right at its heel.

Still, everything remained at an arm’s length from reality — everything. Your hearing was muffled; your eyes couldn’t make out the simplest of details. And your body. . felt as if it was steering through the midnight sky, swimming past unobtrusive waxen clouds as the luminance of the bright stars served as your guide slowly leading your feet up the stairs.

Your hands intertwined in his — wrapped so tightly against one another it almost perfectly mimicked the loops of infinity.

It felt binding. As if you were meant to hold his hands like this forever and that very thought scared you — it was wrong. You knew deep down.

But. .

In that moment you couldn’t quite make out why you haven’t been in this situation before your clammy hands holding by his silky palms. . you’ve known eachother since diapers and you couldn’t remember the last time you both held hands at all — you have been deprived of his ravening touch.

. . because goddamn it felt do fucking right.

The stairs were congested as unrecognizable bodies lingered all over; some couples were kissing, others conversing and others simply stood around and though they were all occupied in their own endeavors you could feel their judgemental eyes on the two of you — on you.

Though the flashing lights made it nearly impossible to see; You felt dozens of prying eyes picking apart your actions as you neared the top of the stairs — his hands still leading you to the nearest available room.

All silently judging with their lingering stares and fingers pointed in your direction.

Still, the only thing on your mind concerned itself with was following him to what you knew would be the best and worst decision you’ve ever made.

You snapped out of your thoughts when he stopped abruptly in the middle of the ill-lit hallway. He spoke in a soft tone, of course, you could hear him better now as you were farther away from the ear-splitting music.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“Would I have come all the way up here if I wasn’t?” You tried your hardest not to stumble on your words but you couldn’t help the feeling bubbling at the pit of your stomach. Truly, you couldn’t wait for him to take you inside one of these fucking room already.

Standing in-front of him you knew you always found your best friend attractive; you knew he had the type of beauty no other boy could embody — but you couldn’t quite pinpoint when it all just: shifted.

When everything began feeling like this.

But if there was one thing you were certain of it was what you feel is not how best friends are supposed to feel about each other.

“There's no need for formalities, Hoseok,” you grabbed him by his oversized shirt until your back met the wall directly behind you, “we’re just best friends helping each other out while at a shitty party.”

God, you were a fucking liar.

But your body ached for his touch and you just wanted to satisfy the craving even if it was just for one night.

His heart shaped lips hovered over yours while hands began to massage your inner thigh — hiking up your sundress just a bit.

“That’s the thing,” he whispered into the shell of your ear — there was a wave of electrical shocks making their way down your spine. His voice was soft as if mimicking the feeling of the grainy white sands of the beach under the soles of your feet. So soft and warm.

He continued: “You're my best friend. I really don’t want to fuck this up. But yo-”

His warm slender fingers inched closer to your core. There were traces of hesitation in his soothing exploration of your skin but you wanted all of him; all at once.

“—But what?” your arms rested on his shoulders as you raked your fingers through the long dark strands resting at his nape.

“But—” His dark eyes were cast over you like a nimbostratus cloud; you couldn’t deny it was intimidating. They were so expressive yet so difficult to read, “you know. .”

“You’re being super fucking vague, Hoseok.”

“I just want to make sure you’re aware of the implications at stake here,” his eyebrows were furrowed almost making it seem like he had a unibrow. There was a tinge of concern written over his sharp features.

You understood where his worries derived from — you did. But personally, your mind was clouded by his fingertips on your skin and personally you just craved the comforting feeling of his body heat in your vicinity to care about the consequences to follow at all.

At this moment, you couldn’t be bothered with what came next (although, you knew if anybody found out about this escapade it would be enough to cause a stir).

“Hoseok, I told you already,” you used your pointer and middle finger to guide his face closer to yours, “I just want to live in the moment.”

“I really didn’t want to hear those words from you,” his forehead was now resting on yours, “I don’t want to ruin. . us.”

“This will ruin nothing. Trust me tomorrow morning we’ll be best friends. Just as we’ve always been.”

“No feelings attached?” He asked.

There were blaring rumbles of thunder overshadowing the music just a floor below. All background noise ceased once again and you were left with a rumpus storm blazing just above you — its downpour washed over you like droplets of dismay drenching you with sorrow.

Of course, it was implied. You implied it.

But you couldn’t help how much those three fucking words gashed another wound into your heart.

“No strings attached.”

Those three fucking words. You couldn’t tell if you were pathetic or just fucking selfish.

His lips felt like pads of his cotton fingertips against your neck; all airy and light. Hoseok’s fingers reclaimed their position under the fabric of your dress and you couldn’t help the goosebumps forming on your skin.

closer.

Euphoric was truly the only way you could explain the way his digits felt against your folds even through the thin fabric of your underwear.

“Fuck—” you moaned softly, “it feels so good.”

“This isn’t even the best of it,” He rubbed gentle circles on your clit — nothing was off yet; you were both completely dressed but you already felt so indulged in pleasure your mind began dozing off causing a bit of dizziness to transpire. You were ready to comply with anything he requested.

. . That was until you heard the next few words uttered, “can you take your panties off please?”

His words were saccharine and you felt the way his soft tone bounced within your inner ear. A request which had your morals stripped but your body — your pussy, more specifically — wanted to comply without second thought.

“Like. .” you looked around the dim hallway. It was definitely vacant but you couldn’t help but feel like someone could walk up here at any moment — after all the cleanest bathroom was just a couple of doors from where he had you up against the wall, “right here. . right now?”

“What? Are you afraid someone might see us?”

Yes. No. Kinda.

Instead, though, you shook your head.

He leaned in slowly — his lips were now inches away from yours and still that smug expression remained plastered on his face.

“Then, what are you waiting for huh?” His command was masked behind a sensuous tone and though he posed his words in the form of a question, there was also a sense of command and you knew it wasn’t really a request.

If it was any other person this absurd request would’ve been thrown out the window and into the crisp midnight air to never be heard from again but it was |him|. And somehow - someway things felt different.

This was Jung Hoseok; your best friend.

He lifted your chin up — your gaze no longer lingering towards the carpeted floor.

He seemed concerned. . but you know there was no other intent of love behind his softhearted expression. At least, not how you wanted, you were only friends after all.

“Of course,” he cleared his throat, “that’s only if you want to.”

“I do.”

He flashed a smile so illuminating it could probably put that old bitch we call the sun right out of its daily occupance. Because even standing in between narrow walls making up the dark hallway his essence alone glowed so overwhelmingly bright — it was intoxicating yet comforting somehow.

You didn’t know. Your thoughts were just mush and all you could think about was his touch navigating every inch of your body.

“No, I mean—” he cleared his throat, backing away from you leaning on the way opposite from you, “are you sure you want this?” he pointed to the both of you, “I just want to make sure I’m not crossing a boundary I’m not supposed to and you seem a bit hesitant honestly.”

“It’s not hesitancy,” you began, “your, uh. . your little request took me a bit by surprise is all.”

He beamed teasingly, “Oh, I see. You’re a closed doors kind of girl.”

“Typically.”

“I’m sure there’s an available room behind one of these doors,” he shrugged.

“I suppose that’s more suitable but I’ve just decided I’m open to exploring new things beginning tonight.”

“Tonight?” he quirked an eyebrow.

“Tonight.” you confirmed. Your hand slipped under your tight dress sluggardly removing the underwear that stood between you meeting Hoseok’s digits. He closed the distance between the two of you once again caging you back against the wall.

“Are these for me?” his delicate fingers grazed your hand as he grabbed your underwear right out of your hand and placed them in his back pocket.

“I’ll let you keep them if you answer one question. .” You just needed to know.

Hoseok began placing fragile kisses on the nape of your neck — time and time again you could feel the precipitous thunderbolt traveling down your spine as his lips met your scolding skin and continued to ignite that electrifying sensation in your stomach.

“Go ahead.”

“What happened with you and—” you didn’t need to finish; you could feel the hesitancy in his touch at the mention of her name.

He cleared his throat, “broke up last week.”

“You didn—”

“I didn’t want to remember. .” he huffed.

“But it’s me, remember?” you couldn’t mask the undeniable anger in your voice, “I thought we were closer than that.”

“We are. . And I was going to tell you but I was just really trying to avoid remembering. I don’t know,” he sighed, “It was a just—”

“Just. .”

“It was tough.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that alone,” you caressed the apples of his delicate cheeks, “but you also neglected my very reliable shoulder to cry on.”

He smiled, “I must be the worst best friend ever.”

“The worstest.”

“The worstest,” he repeated — both of his palms laid flat on the wall. One on either side of your head as he caged you into that very spot once again, “is there any way I can make it up to you?”

Although you could vaguely make out the tumultuous music just a few steps down the stairs, but the silence surrounding the bubble you two found yourselves in was deafening. It triggered an obnoxious ringing in your ear — and all your eyes were attentive to the was way his eyes roamed your figure.

Finally, the guilt you have let stand between you and acting on what you’ve felt for him (for quite sometime now) ceased.

Your brain had its time in controlling your actions — now it was time to listen to your body.

“I want you, Hoseok.”

Those four words served as the corroboration he needed in wanting to embark on his sinful endeavors because seconds after you vocalized your sexual reciprocation he was down on his knees in front of you. His hands were inching closer to your inner thighs — his fingers felt scorching hot against your skin.

“Hoseok,” he halted his ministrations on your thigh and looked up at you with dilated pupils.

“Can I eat you out doll?” He whispered his voice was low and tainted with sin.

You nodded eagerly.

He chuckled — it was deep; sedating; mischievous and it rumbled loudly coursing through you up like raucous lightning.

Hoseok didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to — you saw the way his head dipped under the dark fabric of your dress as he spread your legs further apart. Moving closer and to where your body yearned most for his attention.

It’s like you were floating on the serene waters of the ocean. The water made you feel completely weightless as the sun kissed your skin softly — that’s how it felt when Hoseok's lips met your folds in a delicate kiss.

His tongue was more menacing, though, and a bit torturous. You learned that quickly when he began swiping slow paced wet strides against your lips down below — slowly enacting a zigzag motion with the tip of his tongue on your clit. Your eyes were shut tightly as you continued carding your fingers through his hair pushing his face deeper against you completely drowning him in your juices.

And. . he continued with this subtle attack for a while but you were slowly growing impatient.

“Hoseok,” you moaned, “please, I need more.”

He hummed against your core which sent shock currents down your spine. It was chilling the power he already had over you even with just his tongue.

Hoseok grabbed the back of your thighs, placing your legs on his shoulder. You squealed as your right hand darted towards his dark locs immediately, “you’re so fucking wet you know that?”

“Damn, why haven’t I had you like this before?” His voice was a bit hoarse and a bit deeper than before. . Sexy.

He didn’t give you much time to respond at all — your head spun with a million ways to form the words, ‘I don’t know you idiot. You could’ve easily had me all along.’

But he didn’t give you time at all.

His lips hungrily crashed against your folds once again — his tongue switched to a combination of sucking and licking on the sensitive bud residing between your labia. It felt like bolts of electricity coursing through your body; the way your legs shook could attest to the avenue of pleasure he steered you down.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” you panted as he began slurping your juices, “your so good Hoseok. You’re fucking tongue is so good.”

A string of curses left your mouth as he continued his desirous-starved attack. The dulcet noises you both emitted disappeared into the muggy air of the unfilled hallway. . well unfilled besides the two of you of course.

“Hoseok, I’m g-gonna cum.” you stuttered.

“Cum,” he hummed against you, “cum for me, doll.”

A massive wave of pleasure washed over your body as you felt the knot in your abdomen tightened. His name was the last coherent word out of your mouth before you succumbed to yelps of bliss while riding out your orgasm.

“You were so fucking good for me doll,” he wiped your juices right off his chin, “so sweet. . so fucking sweet.”

You wanted to express so much but your mouth simply did not comply. You were still floating on the cerulean waters, completely immersed in the tinges of pleasure which lingered behind.

“My tongue alone made you dumb?” He snickered, setting your feet back onto the floor.

“D-don’t get cocky Jung Hoseok,” you rolled your eyes.

“D-don’t,” he teased, “someone sounds clearly affected. Plus, if I remember correctly you were praising my tongue just seconds ago. . you know, before you made a mess of your face.”

You scoffed playfully, punching his arm, “I practically had to fake that whole thing.”

“Oh, yeah?” There are hints of an insinuated challenge lingering in his tone, “then what was the whole ‘Uh, Hoseok I’m coming — im coming’ about?” He dramaticized in a high pitch tone, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“You’re delusional,” you glanced towards the top of the stairs — still, you two were alone.

“Don’t tell me you’re still anxious about our very discreet location choice?” he winked, “I told you no one comes up here. Joon’s very strict about it.”

You shrugged.

“That’s too bad. . I kinda had a great idea pop into my head just now.”

“Which would be?” your interest was definitely peaked but you just knew it would be something along the lines of his sexual desires (something you were definitely not opposed to), and this damned hallway.

“Can I fuck you right here?”

His words rammed into your head like a truck. If you were in a mental dismay before now your brain was completely reduced to a puddle of nothing — just a massive puréed mess sitting behind your skull.

It was simply not functioning anymore.

You’d imagine him to be like this behind closed doors. It would explain the trail of girls following behind him with broken hearts (even when he was in a relationship), but you never actually thought you’d be in this position — his filthy words expressed for your ears only.

“Yes,” You forcefully swallowed down your nervousness, “yes, please fuck me right here.”

“Turn around for me,” You did.

He hiked your dress up to your waist, exposing your bare ass in the process, “Damn, I really missed out on you before today. You’re all full of surprises aren’t you bestfriend?”

You giggled — God, you sounded like a high school girl with a crush.

“Just look at this ass,” he landed a smack after another on your bottom. Your ass felt red hot and you were sure his hand prints had marked you as his. And every single time his palm met your skin you could feel how drenched you became.

“Hoseok,” you cried out.

“You’re a fucking goddess.” Again, his honeyed praises were like a boastful ballad to your ears and you loved it; you were consumed by it — completely and utterly intoxicated by it.

“You’ll be the fucking death of me, Jung Hoseok.”

“Before that happens though, can you please open your mouth for me, doll?” He asked. You complied easily; leaning your head back to take a look at him to try and decipher what he was plotting. . instead you found him digging into his back pocket and you quickly seemed to put two-and-two together.

“Can I?” He asked rolling your underwear into the shape of a ball — you nodded welcoming the silk fabric past your lips. Hoseok held your chin; his eyes glued on yours, “you're more mesmerizing than the stars themselves. A dream is what you are. . so perfect.”

Still, stood pressed up against the wall with a warm sensation spreading to your cheeks at his adoring reassurances. Avidity pumped through your veins as your back faced him waiting as he slipped the condom on his erection. You wanted to tell him to hurry fuck up but instead you opted for patience plus you weren’t exactly in a position to communicate any intelligible words.

“Are you ready?”

You nodded vigorously — immediately his laugh rumbled through the hallway. Your evident ‘eagerness’ was still ‘likely’ a bit pathetic but you didn’t care.

Instead of basking in serenity while floating on the light current of the ocean water, as you previously were — your body was driven by anticipation and the persistent titillation bubbling deep in your stomach as you waited for him to fill you up.

Though, it didn’t take long at all for Hoseok to fulfill your unspoken wish as his cock pushed past your entrance, burying itself deep in you.

“Are you doing OK?” He asked after letting you adjust to him for a couple minutes, “can I move?”

You nodded once again as the makeshift gag prevented you from being vocal at all.

Hoseok’s pace was expeditious in the way it completely invaded your walls as he moved his hips to a pace that had you a mumbling mess in-front of him.

But he kept at it — forward and backward he moved. His delectable rhythm met your desire where you needed him most.

“You love this don’t you? You’ve been hiding from me all this time but I — fuck—,” Hoseok groaned as he continued pounding into your pussy, “I have you all figured out. You like to be fucked like a fucking slut.”

Your muffled moans were scarcely audible but both of you knew Hoseok was deciphering your body in a way no one ever has.

“You’re about to cum aren’t you baby? You’re fucking squeezing so tight agaisnt me,” You couldn’t see him at all but you knew — you just knew — he looked heavenly nearing his climax, “I’m so close too. . so fucking close.” he rambled on.

The both of you only lasted a couple more minutes before you were engulfed in a mountainous wave of pleasure.

“You were—” he began through uneven breaths, “fucking amazing.”

He removed the black underwear from your mouth, “you did all the work though.”

“It was the least I could do.”

There was a vibrant; and slightly idiotic smile plastered on your face, “you’re just saying that cause I finally let you fuck me.”

“I’m incapable of lying. You should know that.”

“You’re a pathological liar you mean,” you teased, “and give me my panties back. I need those!”

“Trust me, you don’t need these where we’re going,” he winked and he held out his hand for you — you placed your hand in his as he led you down the hallway and finally to the privacy of one of the rooms.

The rays of the early morning sun illuminated the room as they snuck their way in through the slightly drawn blinds. You yawned — stretching your hand to greet the boy who had spent the latter time of the night devoting himself to bringing you pleasure.

. . But he wasn’t there.

There was a slight crack opening in the walls of your heart as gloominess lingered in quickly followed by a vigorous rainstorm.

He left.

God, you were overthinking.

This meant nothing. He was likely just a floor below getting himself some breakfast.

Yeah.

Why did he leave you so fast though? You wanted to talk to him — to tell him how you really felt. You just wanted to let it all out.

Where was he?

Your dress was discarded on the floor — but his clothes were gone; no longer contributing to the pool of clothes composed of both of the garments you both rid yourselves just a few hours prior.

His clothes are gone. . You weren’t hung over. God knows you hadn’t touched a single drink at the party but your head was pounding — drumming to the beat of the strident crescendo thumping at your chest.

Quickly, you slid on your dress and traveled down the hallway of — memories — and down the stairs. The further you traveled into the living room area the more you realized nearly every inch of the house was disarranged and littered beyond recognition.

“Fuck—” you nearly triped on a mountain of discarded solo cups left on Joon’s floor.

“Who died?” You recognized that voice anywhere.

“I’m good, Namu. Not dead yet but I will hold you liable if I break my neck trying to make it to the kitchen,” you yelled back.

“And I will be happy to be held accountable no questions asked,” you smiled as you rounded the corner into the kitchen; he was making coffee. “So, what did you get into last night?” He held up a mug inaudibly asking if you wanted some as well and you nodded.

“Uh, I wasn’t feeling too good so I crashed in one of the guest rooms upstairs.”

“Did you at least have fun? I blacked out within the first fucking fifteen minutes and now look at this place,” he handed you your hot drink as he pulled out one of the stalls to take a seat beside you.

“Yeah,” you stammered trying to avoid any unintentional reaction to become visible on your features — you really didn’t feel like lying anymore than you already had to this morning, “it was definitely your best party yet.”

“I’m glad to hear.”

“Is anybody still around?” Though, ‘Is Hoseok still around?’ is what you really wanted to ask.

“Jimin and Jungkook are upstairs in Jungkook’s room. I’m not entirely sure where the rest are and Hoseok is outside talking to his ex or current girl,” he shrugged, “I’m not sure what’s happening there.”

No wonder he left you alone in bed.

He was talking to her.

The despairing song continued its loop blaringly and you could feel the cracks ripping apart the walls of your heart.

“I’m gonna run upstairs to shower and then clean around. Are you leaving now?”

“I’ll stay behind and help, if you want.”

“Of course. I’ll be right back.”

Namjoon’s exit from the kitchen was your cue to stand by the window with a clear view to the backyard. . though you figured in the back of your head you knew you couldn’t help but feel utterly defeated when your eyes caught a glimpse of their lips dancing so passionately against each others.

The calming sea you once felt has grown hungry and in a swift movement it swallowed you down to the bottom of the sea.

As you laid on the floor of the ocean you recalled the saying your mind failed to remember the night before: do not sleep with your fucking bestfriend.

author’s note: well here we are again at — smut plaza — again, excuse if this bad as it is only my 2nd smut ever and I. . well I tried.

The playlist included at the top is a compilation of songs which kind of helped me write this truly; so I hope you all enjoy it as much as i did.

<3 thank you so much for reading!

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Will you hold me softly?

Chapter 2

Summary: After being rescued and raised by the Bangtan Pack, you now find your true mates in the Stray Kids Pack.

Tags: Platonic BTS x Reader, Abusive Childhood, Werewolf au, Eventually Stray Kids x Reader

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Prologue- Chapter 1

Author`s Note: I wanna thank everyone who left beautiful comments on this story despite my lack of updates, I have read them all, they all made this new chapter possible. Despite my lack of consistensy I hope your comments and love can keep me writing. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.

Through the window you could see it was early morning, little sun rays illuminating the room. There, laying in the middle of the nest between Namjoon and Jin, you watched as Taehyung and Jungkook crawled to lay beside Jin, you on his other side. The two boys almost laid on top of each other to be able to cast a few glances at you. Taehyung laid down on his back as Jungkook laid on his stomach on top of him, despite their grunts as they adjusted neither seemed to bother about their position.

“What brought you here so early?” Mumbled Jin, his eyes half closed as he held your hand under the covers.

“Jimin hyung”

Jungkook`s answer made Namjoon shake his sleep off, moving his whole body so he could look at the two younger boys.

“We told you to come after lunch time”

Silence followed.

“We know, but Jimin was really excited and that got Hobi excited and then at that point Yoongi hyung didn't know how to say no and brought us here earlier, we`re sorry. We just wanted to see her as well.” Taehyung answered rapidly, trying to get the blame off them. It's not like they woke up earlier than everyone in their apartment and woke everyone up and told them to hurry up and go home already, it's not like that, and it's not like their Alpha and Head Omega need to know that.

“It`s ok Tae, you`re here now.” Jin answered as he looked down back at you. “I guess they were all eager to meet you, sweetie.” You looked at him timidly, almost hiding completely in the covers. As you looked past Jin`s caring eyes, you saw Jungkook and Taehyung waving at you. You were nervous and a little bit scared, but they seemed pretty nice people and apparently the closest to your age, you could be friends.

“I`m y/n” You said shyly. That made them both smile widely, you were so cute.

“Nice to meet you y/n, do you wanna come downstairs with us? Yoongi is making breakfast I believe. Can we hyung? Can we go downstairs with her?” Taehyung asked, almost too excitedly. It's not like Jin couldn't see right through them and was still a little bit mad they brought the whole pack here earlier than agreed on, but neither could he deny them anything.

You looked up to Jin expectantly and he sighted.

“I wanted to be in my nest a little bit longer, you know? But ok, you can take her downstairs if she wants to” As both of the young wolves looked at you, you nodded instantly. Their energy and excitement even reaching you.

“Good, take her directly to the kitchen to Yoongi. I will be there in a minute”

As soon as those words were muttered, Jungkook and Taehyung jumped out of the nest, making Namjoon grunt at all the commotion that early in the morning. Jungkook was the one who timidly extended his arm towards you to lead you downstairs. “Lets go” He murmured with a little smile on his face. But before you could take his hand and be scampered down the stairs, Jin grabbed your shoulder, stopping you.

“I will be down in a second if you need me, yeah? Just tell the guys and they will call me” He looked almost too worried for you only going downstairs, but in his brain it was justified. His pup was leaving his side, where he could not see them. He was the most glad for his sense of smell right now, sure he would be able to catch any difference in scent from you from kilometers away.

You nodded and got off the nest with Jungkook`s help. You could tell by their smell that Jungkook was an alpha, but Taehyung seemed to be an omega as well, this made you content, feeling surprisingly at ease in their presence.

You all got down the stairs with a happy step, Taehyung leading the march as Jungkook not once let go of your hand. As you three got down to the base of the stairs, you smelled two new scents. There seemed to be more people on the first floor than Yoongi and that made you nervous. Would they be as good as the packmates you already met? You didn't have enough time to keep on pondering as a gasp was heard and Taehyung stopped in his place.

“She came down?” A little murmur was heard in front of Taehyun, him nodding his head rapidly. You could not see well beyond Taehyung`s back and you didn't even know if you wanted to see or be seen more than that. Your little feet taking you backwards, behind Jungkook's back, holding his hand even tighter. Despite all your attempts to go unnoticed, a face popped out besides Taehyung, his smile almost blinding you. “She's so cute, oh my god I can't believe it”

“You're scaring her Jiminie” Jungkook said, feeling you hide even more behind his back.

That seemed to pause everything, suddenly it was all silent. You popped your head to the right behind Jungkook to see if he was gone, but everything was way worse. Taehyung left both of you standing and went to sit down beside other two boys, now the new smell of a sad omega and anxious beta filled your nose. There was another omega? And the pack even had a beta apparently. You stared at these new people silently and they stared at you back, too scared to frighten you more. Jungkook realized no one wanted to make the first move so he took the matter into his own hands.

“y/n this are Jimin and Hobi hyung. Jimin is an omega like you and Hobi is the pack`s beta. You can say hi, they won't bite '' He giggled, looking at his packmates waiting for them to introduce themselves.

“Hi y/n its so nice to finally meet you” Said the Hobi guy with a heart shaped smile. Jimin seemed more nervous to interact with you, as if he was paralyzed with fear of doing something wrong. That appeared to change when Taehyung put his hand on his back in an assuring motion. Jimin stood up on uneasy legs and got closer to Jungkook and you, crouching down to your level.

“Hi pretty, we finally met. Namjoon was really excited for us to meet you.” You blushed at the soft mention of the pack alpha and his kind words. If he's their alpha, then they must be amazing people as well. You owe everything to him, so must as well trust him and his packmates.

“Namjoon told me a lot about you too” You said almost intelligibly hiding behind Jungkook`s legs, but that didn't seem to matter as they heard it either way, huge smiles in their faces and croons leaving their mouths.

“Only good things I hope” Grinned Jimin. “Come, Yoongi has breakfast ready for everyone”

Jungkook grabbed your hand once again and following after his three packmates he led you towards the kitchen. They all looked pretty young to you, but Jungkook seems to be the youngest of them all. His cheeks still filled with that adolescent baby fat and round curious eyes seemingly wanting to observe every wonder this world has to offer. He didn't look to be much older than you, but probably seven or eight years older. Everyone else, except Jimin and Taehyung, must be in their twenties you suppose. Their stare stronger, their bodies taller and more defined, that of young-adult men. Jimin almost competes with Jungkook's cheeks, his look round and chubby, and despite his age they seem pretty normal for a pack omega, the same goes for Taehyung's pretty round face.

You've got so many questions, but you're so afraid and shy to ask them. You make a mental list of all the questions you wanna ask. Who's the oldest? Is Jungkook really the youngest? How did they all meet? Do they come from a lab like me? Maybe they also don't have a family.

All your thoughts are cut short when you finally reach the kitchen, suddenly you're bombarded with the most amazing smells. Through the entryway, right behind you enters Jin and Namjoon right after him.

“Oh, you met our Jimin and Hoseokie, baby?” Jin asks you as he grabbed your other hand that's not holding Jungkook`s. You nodded, too shy to verbally answer as he led you to the same chair you used yesterday, right beside him.

The whole pack sat down on the kitchen table, a long walnut wood rectangle filled to the brim with what looked like to be the best breakfast you ever had. Surrounding it, the kitchen itself and on its left side a top to bottom window overlooking the stream that bordered the property followed by the deep woods. The kitchen wasn't huge, but just the right size to be cozy and comfortable. And at this hour of the morning it was filled with the golden rays of the forenoon sun.

“What do you want to eat? Yoongi makes the best apple pie, but Namjoon would like to take all the credit tho, the apple tree was planted by him.” Taehyung laughed as a disheveled Yoongi poured him some tea.

“Hey, it's not my problem that my tree produces the best apples in the province.” Namjoon argues as he sips from his morning coffee, Hobi slicing him some bread and cutting some pastries for everyone.

Jin never stopped looking at you awaiting your answer. “What do you want, sweetheart? I'm gonna cut you some cheesecake, I think you will like that, Yoongi likes to add a secret ingredient…chocolate” He whispers like it's the most magical thing, as expected, he made you laugh.

“Would you like…?” Jungkook started as his eyes roamed around the food and drinks overflowing table. “Would you like some…coffee?

“Jungkook!” Jin screeched. “She`s ten, we`re not giving her coffee”

Jungkook looked the other way, embarrassed.

“It's ok, I made some hot chocolate, would you like some, honey?” Yoongi asked calmly, his eyes going back between Jin and you, asking permission from his head omega. When Jin nodded and you said a very small yes, Yoongi turned around immediately to look for your hot choco. Jin grabbed you a plate and cut some cheesecake for you, as well as three strawberries, mumbling something about having to balance the food with so much chocolate. Namjoon calmed him down, announcing that he will go hunting in a few days, they should all gather and enjoy a warm and fulfilling food together.

As the cheesecake, strawberry and hot chocolate were within your reach, it took only one look to your alpha and a nod to start devouring all the food, and at the same time, all the love the pack was content to give in every love form possible.

After everyone had eaten and their tummies were full, Namjoon thought it was the right time to show you your room and all the things they had prepared for you. Guiding you to the second floor with Jin and Jungkook right on your heels, as the others stayed behind cleaning everything up, Namjoon stopped at the door right beside the room you slept the last two nights. The house wasn't that big, the first floor having a living room and a tiny kitchen and the second two rooms and a bathroom. What stands out the most in the house is the great amount of windows overlooking the woods, the sunlight a constant throughout the whole day.

Namjoon slowly opens the door and steps aside, allowing you three to enter. The color of the wall was creamy, filled with a few empty shelves for storage, and on the right corner was a wooden bed and a huge window right in front the door. The room looked unused and empty, with huge potential for decoration. Namjoon hoped you were the one who was gonna fill the room with your personality, paint the walls if you'd like, hang posters, fill the room with blankets and cushions, make a huge nest, throw your toys around. He wishes you can make the best of the space, your space.

Tho your first comment throws him off.

“What's this for?” You didn't want to sound as bratty as you did, but you truly meant the question.

Namjoon and Jungkook looked perplexedly at Jin, not knowing how to answer. Wasn't it clear? Jin cleared his throat and answered.

“It's your room, isn't it pretty? It's right beside ours so we can always be close in case anything happens.”

“But…I thought I was gonna sleep with you, I want to sleep with you.”

Your mind started racing. They were your pack, right? Packs sleep together and share every living space, that's what they told you at the lab at least. Did they not want to sleep with you? Were you doing something wrong?

As if Jungkook could hear the wheels running in your head, he put his hand in your head to stop you from wandering farther ahead in your thoughts. Instinctevely Jin released some sweet pheromones out of thinking the pack`s pup was in distress.

“But…you`re going to sleep here with all your things and we`re going to sleep in the room right beside you, we won't be far. We can even sleep with our doors wide open so we can hear each other!” Jungkook tried to reason with you, but it was in vain. You didn't know how to say verbally that you were not ok with this, but Jin found it funny how it was obvious with your expressions, a deep frown obscuring your tiny face and a little pout on your lips.

“I thought packs slept together. I don't want to sleep alone anymore, I have you now” You said under your breath, as if you didn't want to be heard.

It broke Namjoon's heart a tiny bit. He knew, from the moment he rescued you, that raising you was not going to be easy. He knew your mind was full of trauma and unhappy memories, a heart too tiny to be dense with so much sorrow. He knew that, he prepared for that, he tried to anticipate it all, read about it all, all ways Namjoon knows how to love, or in this case, his way of learning how to properly love you. Yet he didn't know how to answer, his mind rushing too fast, too many comforting words piling up on his tongue, he couldn't answer.

Jin`s train of thought did not differ much from Namjoons, but what Namjoon lacks in Jin makes up for, like it always has been. Namjoon didn't take this parental role by himself, he has six amazing other partners to help him. Jin knows you will have to learn pack customs, and even how to relate with others, how different relationships work. He will have to show you what love is, how it feels to be holded softly, he will teach you how to love, so one day, maybe, you can love others with the same intensity as you have been loved. So he answers gently, taking the first step in the right direction.

“They do, but when pack's pups grow older they tend to want their own space, so this is why we give you this room, this is yours, you can do anything you want in here. But if you need to sleep with us you can, if you want to sleep here you can, and if some nights you`re too scared or restless, our room is always open for you.”

You seem to ponder his answer for a few seconds, your eyes scanning the room.

“If I want to sleep with you I can?” You ask again, maybe this time they will say yes and stop drifting away from the answer you want. Jungkook puffs, his eyes looking down at you, his reaction denoting the age gap between him and his older mates.

“Yes, but It would be best if you sleep here”

“Why!?” You jump in your defense.

Jungkook does not want to tell the small pup that he wants to be able to be with his door closed and alone at night with his partners. That he would prefer to not be heard as he knots the omegas and gets manhandled by the alpha.

Namjoon intervenes.

“Ok, maybe we can slowly transition you from sleeping with us to later on sleeping alone. How does that sound?”

“Yes!”

Your answer was instant, and Jungkook prayed to the gods that your transition would be as quick as your answer.

As the day went on the pack had already eaten lunch and now Taehyung and Jimin were inviting you to play outside. You were cuddling on the couch with Jin, who was very keen on not letting you out of his sight when Taehyung appeared right in front of you both with a timid Jimin on his side.

“y/n do you wanna come and play outside with Jimin and me? It's really pretty at this hour of the afternoon. It's not that hot” He said the last part staring directly at Jin, as if wanting to convince him and not you.

Taehyung looked so excited and Jimin was grinning so much that it had you begging Jin to let you outside. Jin whined, his hold tightening. Jimin made a few promises of keeping you safe and on the house perimeters as Taehyung nodded rapidly.

“You better be gentle, you better be or I wont be with you” Jin threatened.

Giggling, Jimin grabbed your hand and guided you outside, Taehyung right behind you. After going down the porch, you were outside for the first time after being rescued by Namjoon. The garden leading to the woods was beautiful, it was set up in detail. There were some colorful flowers right beside the kitchen and living room windows, Namjoons famous apple tree was right beside the car parking spot accompanied by what seemed to be a lemon tree. The grass was cut short, the space clean, differentiating it from the wood`s long grass and undergrowth.

Suddenly, tearing your attention away from the scenery, you could hear the sound of cracking bones, startling you, and as you turned around, Taehyung had turned into a beautiful brown wolf. Your eyes were wide open, your first thought was to run face first into Jimin`s embrace. Your eyes tight shut, arms holding Jimin as if your life depended on it.

“What's wrong y/n? It's just Taehyung, do you want to turn with him? It's your turn”

Your lack of answer seemed to worry Jimin.

“y/n? Hey baby, look at me.” He grabbed your chin and held your head up, your teary eyes looking up at him.

“Have you never seen someone turn into a wolf?”

“We can turn into wolves?”

Your answer made Jimin freeze. You have never seen anyone turning into a wolf? One of the first things that mothers do after the birth is turn into a wolf and cuddle the cub who also shifts to their wolf form as a response to their mother. It's how mothers teach their babies how to shift. It begins as an instinct response of the pup, shifting instinctively at the same time their mother does, until they can internalize it and manage it on their own.

Your response makes Jimin wonder and tense up. Your mother was never able to shift with you and bond, cuddle and play with you in your wolf form as a cub, so you never learned how to, you didn't even know it was possible. Jimin`s mind drifts to unhappy places, were you taken from your mother too soon? Have you ever met your mother? And one thing that also worried him the most, you never had contact with your most spiritual form, your wolf.

Jimin answered before his tongue got tied.

“Yes, we can and so can you”

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