#kim seokjin x male reader

[cinnaminyoons]

LIAR, LIAR !!

!!   ksj x m!reader

!!   wc | 5.7k

!!  tags | guns, threats, mentions of violence/sex work, drinking, reader has an older sister

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petty thief/mob boss

stuck in interrogation rooms across from one another 

“i’ve been waiting to kick your ass all week.”

“i’m telling you, the guy’s innocent. just look at his file – look at his face. nobody that young and anxious can lead the country’s most notorious crime syndicate.”

the two officers glance into the plain white room. a dark-haired man sits inside, hands in his lap. he wears scuffed white sneakers and ripped blue jeans, and he shivers in a plain t-shirt. he’s staring across the hall into another room, where a younger man lazes with handcuffs around his wrists and a bored, dangerously calm expression – his head rolls in his direction and their supposed gang leader snaps his gaze quickly away, eyes wide as his knee bounces rapidly.

the older officer scoffs. “looks can be deceiving, junior. his handsomeness doesn’t make him innocent.” he shares a glance with another officer on the other side of the bullpen and claps a hand on his shoulder, herding him towards their suspect. the cadet fumbles with the manilla folder and clutches it to his chest.

“now,” he says assertively, “don’t speak to him. let me do the talking. guard the door in case he makes a run for it.”

the cadet isn’t sure that’s exactly protocol, but the senior officer has several major cases under his belt, and he’d be damned if he told an expert how to conduct himself. he nods, passing it over, and opens the door for him.

the officer takes a seat opposite the man, who watches them rigidly. he opens the folder and shuffles through the stapled and free sheets of paper silently, letting the room stew in uncomfortable tightness.

he whistles, impressed. “you’re a sky university graduate and student, mr kim? already one doctorate under your belt and you’re still studying?”

seokjin smiles tightly. “yes, sir.”

“what in, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“radiopathology. i’m going for a medical degree this round. sir,” he adds as an afterthought.

the officer locks his fingers together on the table. “studies like this – must cost you a fortune. how are you, financially?”

his gaze flicks to the younger officer by the door. he shrugs, small and tight, and his shoes scuff against the floor. he sighs, a haunted look in his eyes. “fine, i guess, but i’ll die before i pay off my student debt.”

the cadet snorts and covers it up with a cough. the senior officer gives him a sharp glance.

“then why continue?” he flicks through the pages, more for appearance than any mental refreshment. “your academic records tell me you could get a hefty paycheck, even fresh out of university, with your current doctorate. seems like overkill to me.”

something flickers over seokjin’s features. he drops his gaze and sits straighter, as if bracing himself. “my father developed cancer. an occupational hazard. with both degrees, i’ll gain the ability to not only prevent such deaths, but also to treat those in suffering, alleviating their pain.”

the officer eyes him with an unreadable smile. “you’ve practiced that.”

“yeah. i’ve had lots of experience with therapists and applying for tertiary grants. it gets easier to say every time.”

the officer leans in. seokjin leans away.

"so, will i be free to go anytime soon? i'm not trying to obstruct justice or anything, but i have a tutorial tomorrow at eight in the morning and i really need to get my affairs in order." seokjin frowns, mostly to himself. "i haven't even started my flashcards. i'm so screwed..."

"you'll be right to leave when i say so," he says sharply. "i've got a couple more questions for you, mr kim."

across the hall, a young woman in a blue pencil skirt and black heels enters the interrogation room. she shuts the door gently, sharp eyes raking the young man's figure, and shifts the folders against her chest.

"eyes up, little brother."

your gaze flickers upwards, following her without raising your head as she takes a seat across from you, smoothing her skirt beneath her legs.

"hello, yn," she murmurs, clasping neatly manicured hands over the files. "i haven't found you here since you were twelve. what would father say?"

"that i'm a terrible son. now everyone knows that i failed to get the job done."

she sighs, pursing her lips. "don't joke like this. what were you thinking? you're here for charges of petty theft and assault and battery. you're a better man than that."

"i fucked up, okay? it should've been a clean job – in and out without so much as a whisper. how the hell was i supposed to know that the lady had a side bitch? and," you lean forward, chains clinking as you press your palms against the table, "and, he threw the first punch. all i did was defend myself."

her eyes narrow into a glare. "you nearly killed the man! you're lucky he's not going to the media with this. there's only so much i can do for you, idiot, and i've only got two choices for you."

"jail time or – let me guess – community service?"

"no. jail time or help me find evidence for a case."

you blink. "what?"

she glances up at the camera in the corner of the room and sighs. "do you see the man across from you? white shirt."

you don't need to look over. "yeah. why, he your boyfriend?"

"he's the leader of an international crime syndicate. i know it. i just don't have the legal proof of it." she drums her fingers against the table. "this is where you come in. i need you to get close to him, grab some irrefutable audio recordings, and return to me. that's all i need."

you lean back in your chair, which creaks. you rub your eyes and wince. "fuck, noona, i'm not a grifter. i don't do long-cons. i like jewellery and shitty safes."

"it's either this or jail," she says firmly. "i can clean these charges off your record if i get him. let's just say that some very important people are banking on his arrest. please, yn – do it for me."

you shake your head incredulously, pressing your lips together. "you're asking cats to bark, noona. even if i wanted to, i don't have the right skillset – i'm no actor. and besides, what the fuck can someone like me do to get into a gang leader's inner circle?"

"i don't care how you get it done. if my intel serves, then he's partial to men like you," she emphasises, widening her eyes meaningfully. "get him chatty in bed if you have to; i don't give a shit. i believe in you, yn – you've got a solid history of excelling at everything you set your mind to. you could've been a brain surgeon, if you really wanted it."

you glance over at the man himself. your tongue darts over your lower lip. you turn back to the sergeant, slumping back in your chair. "there's no way that he's got any experience. he looks like a prude. he'll probably be asleep before i close his legs."

she makes a face. "i don't ever want to hear about that. listen, just try. for me? maybe you can get by with a little flirting – finally put that face of yours to good use. you didn't suffer through our family pinching your cheeks and telling you how you'd be a heartbreaker when you grew up to do absolutely nothing with it, right?"

"noona, i don't know..."

"oh, come on. it's not like he's hideous. can't be too hard to tell him he has nice eyes, can it?"

you sneak another glance, doubt written all over your features. it crumbles and you grimace, lifting a hand to rub the back of your neck. the other arm dangles from the cuffs. "fine! fine. i'll do it. for you. if i die, it's entirely your fault."

she lights up. "thank you! you've got this. stop by my apartment tonight, alright? i'll fill you in on the details, and you can get started in the morning. you can crash on my couch if you want to – i'm sure i've got enough of your clothes in a box somewhere to last you until you leave."

"yeah, yeah." you lift your hands towards her. "just get these fucking things off me, noona."

—

"what is this?"

"a good time, hyung!" taehyung grabs seokjin's elbow and drags him out of the sleek black car. he grins, bright and giddy, with a childish charm that suits his face but not the price tag of his suit. he wears burgundy, and if one looks closely, his glossy black shoes carry scars and scuffs from many tumbles. a surprising number of people have been close enough to notice – taehyung's carefree demeanour always masks his brutality.

seokjin's face twists, lightly peeved, as taehyung breezes past security without so much as a glance. "you told me you needed to pick something up. you lied to me."

he lifts a finger as the heavy bass music squeezes his lungs. "nuh-uh. i didn't lie – i do need to pick something up! i'll grab you something on the way in, too."

"can't you go one night without getting your rocks off?" seokjin nearly shouts. he can barely hear himself over the music. it is, however, satisfying to raise his voice, especially as taehyung flaps a dismissive hand in his direction.

"of course i can! but would i like to? no! oh – is that a new dancer? he's cute."

seokjin lets taehyung reel him through the club, blinking against the blue strobe lights. someone brushes against him and the hard steel lump in seokjin's jacket gives him pause, but seokjin meets his eyes unflinchingly and he drops his own, pushing his way through the crowds.

"i have better things to spend my time on," seokjin says, rather crossly. taehyung sits him down at an empty booth, firm hands on his shoulders. "not even a private room? i didn't raise you this way!"

taehyung huffs. "come on, hyung. it's not like it'll kill you. you deserve a little rest, especially after that fiasco with the mole! private rooms are quiet, and quiet means space to think, and space to think means that you'll be grumpy for the next two days. just let the music drown out the stresses of everyday life."

as he speaks, arms animated and dramatic, a good-looking man sashays over, wearing nothing but a pair of tight black shorts that leave little to the imagination. he sets down a beer in front of taehyung, who pushes the glass across the table towards seokjin.

then, when taehyung's mouth opens to continue his lecture, the man crawls onto the table with a seductive smile and begins to dance – or grind, really, against the air.

he's good. seokjin notices the snappy, controlled edge to his smooth, rolling movements more than his nakedness, and he wonders if he's a dancer. he wouldn't be surprised – with a body like that, he's bound to do well in such a place.

"are those moccasins?"

evidently, taehyung has different priorities.

taehyung prods at the dancer's ankles and he slides into a neat perch on the table's edge, his thighs trapping taehyung in the booth. he tilts taehyung's chin upwards with a flirty smile.

seokjin half-expects taehyung to vanish into a bathroom with him, but to his surprise, he shakes his head and gently places his legs aside.

"we're here for you," taehyung explains in response to seokjin's raised eyebrow as the dancer sways away. "plus, you're my ride home; my car's still being fixed up, can you believe it?"

"it's been a day, taehyung. give them time." seokjin glances around, hands resting almost mechanically on his thighs. if it wasn't for the frown on his face, he would look at home on set and in front of a camera. "so, your plan was to get me drunk? i'm not going to drink this."

"why not? you're getting paranoid again."

"someone could've spiked it," he argues. "and it's not paranoia – it's called vigilance and helps me stay alive. do you know how many times you would've died if i wasn't there? more times than i can count."

"oh, please. you're holding air above my head. i can take perfectly good care of myself. you just like to feel important."

if he were anyone but his little brother, he would no longer have a tongue to wag.

taehyung shrugs and reaches for seokjin's untouched beer. he lifts it to his lips, sipping delicately, and his face screws up in disgust. he gags, pushing it back towards seokjin. "no. still gross. ew."

he shakes his head like a dog ridding itself of water before his expression clears. he leans forward. "anybody here catch your eye?"

"no."

"come on. someone here has to at least touch your impossibly high standards."

seokjin rolls his eyes. his gaze sweeps over the dark club. "the bartender."

"bold move." he squints harder at the bartender through the strobe lights. he purses his lips. "you know what? i don't think i know him. damn. but finders keepers, i suppose – i'll go find out who he is."

"taehyung," seokjin says sharply. "he's working. don't make it harder than it needs to be."

he blows a raspberry, settling back down in his seat. "buzzkill. fine – you go talk to him, then. give him your number, or something."

"and do what everyone else does? present myself as desperate? absurd."

taehyung groans. "you are making my job way too hard. i am trying to get you laid. you're as good-looking as me – this should be easy!"

"as good-looking," seokjin mutters disdainfully. he raises his voice slightly. "i was just accused of a myriad of crimes, embezzlement and racketeering included. forgive me if i'm a little wary of strangers."

"you're fine," taehyung drawls. "you played the good boy so well. i barely recognised you in cuffed levi's." he casts an appreciative glance in the bartender's direction and begins to stand. "i'm gonna shoot my shot with smiley over there. my dear, he's a sight for sore eyes. wish me luck!"

"i'll break your legs."

"it's 'break a leg', generally."

"sit," he demands.

taehyung whines, "i'm not a dog," but sits anyway.

seokjin rises to his feet. "stay," he says, as if he hadn't heard his last words at all.

taehyung wiggles a finger. "that's the kind of attitude that makes people dislike you, hyung." he starts to sway. "be open-minded. easy as the ocean waves. light as a sea breeze."

"are you drunk from one sip of beer?"

he stops swaying. "you're so cruel! you'd be nicer if you just shot me in the head. since you care about your stupid reputation so much, i'm gonna go have my fun, and you can sit here and brood like the handsome and emotionally-unavailable man that you are. good-fucking-bye."

he stomps off – far too suavely, so that it looks more like a catwalk stride than a temper tantrum. however, once his grumpy gaze catches sight of a familiar head of blond hair sitting at a booth with three equally-familiar friends, he brightens and waves his arms, shouting over the music in frantic german.

the woman turns, her arm linked with a pretty korean girl. she grabs taehyung's hand and pulls him down next to her, squishing the three of them into the wall, and the beaming grins and laughter around the table suggests to seokjin that taehyung has been rather well-received.

a small smile tugs at seokjin's lips. at least he has his friends.

he sighs and stands, dusting off his trousers. he pauses by the end of the booth's table, his attention caught by the bartender. he's smiling, chatting to a co-worker as he shakes a mixer. he wears a bowtie and a waistcoat, the sleeves of a crisp white dress shirt rolled up tight at the elbows – same as the other bartender. but he seems to glow in it: everything around him appears brighter, sharper, more vivid.

maybe taehyung was right. maybe he does need to loosen up.

"hey. what can i get for you?"

seokjin slides onto a bar stool. "just a rum and coke, please. thanks."

the bartender grins. nods. he looks better up close. "not a problem. shall i open up a tab for you?"

seokjin hums in thought. he shakes his head. "i'll just take this one. you have a nice smile."

it takes a half-second for the bartender to register the compliment. that smile grows slightly flustered. "oh! thank you. one rum and coke."

he bustles away. seokjin thinks it's a shame that he wears no name tag.

he returns quickly with seokjin's drink in his hand, and seokjin almost smiles at the fact that he skipped over all the other waiting patrons to complete his drink first. he hides his amusement with the chilled rim of the glass.

"so, handsome... when does your shift end?"

the bartender grins. "half an hour. is there any reason in particular you're asking?"

"i'm not so ill-mannered as to take your attention off the other lovely patrons just to compliment your arms or the way that bowtie looks on you. i can appreciate a strong work ethic."

"you're starting to sound like my boss," the bartender laughs. "but for you, handsome, i can make it twenty minutes. think you can nurse a rum and coke for that long?"

"for you?" he raises the glass. "as long as you need."

—

seokjin's waist fits in your hand ever so perfectly. when you'd first met him, you'd played it so safe that you'd almost forgotten to give him your name. you gave yourself a new last name and a subtle accent, but that was as far as the changes went. sure, you were well-known for being in the drama club in high school, but it wasn't your... passion. nothing quite hit the spot like black gloves and diamonds.

"you look lovely tonight," you comment with a smile, leaning in to keep the waitress out of it. she slows to a stop beside a table set for two and bows before taking her leave.

"as do you," seokjin says gently, a smile lighting up his face when you pull his chair out for him. if it's not the candlelight throwing shadows, you think there's a warm blush on his cheekbones. "i adore the way you dress. i can appreciate a taste for the finer things."

you finger the diamond choker around your neck, set with white gold. it sits above the deep v of your black shirt, accentuating just how deep it falls, and provides a nice contrast. it matches the chopard watch and its woven steel bracelet on your wrist.

"finer things?" you tease, stroking the collar of your shirt. his eyes flicker from the diamonds to the split of your chest. "it's more of a... bad habit, to be truthful. but when i heard where we were headed tonight, i was afraid i'd be wildly underdressed, and then overdressed."

he laughs softly – a sweetly unique sound that has your lips curving up automatically. "you don't have anything to be worried about. you look like you were born for this life. actually, you make me self-conscious – i should've tried something more avant-garde than a suit."

you shake your head with a laugh. "it's a learned skill. you've found something you look ravishing in; why not exploit it?"

"you're too kind." he's had a thousand people compliment the cut of his jacket and tailoring of his pants, but none felt quite so heart-fluttering as yours. he hides his smile with his slender fingers and averts his eyes to escape the alluring heat of your gaze. "but, truly – those diamonds do look stunning on you. do you have much of a collection?"

"oh, no; i couldn't afford it if i tried. it's such a shame. i feel like they're calling for me to touch them, and sometimes the desire is simply too strong to resist, you know? i indulge myself terribly."

he brushes his fingers over his plush lower lip. "it's alright. i know the feeling. i really do love the way you look with them, so would you mind bringing me the next time you go to a jeweller's? anything that catches your eye, you can have. anything at all. it'd be a sin to deprive you of them when i've seen you in these simple ones – i can't imagine what i'd do with myself if you wore something a little more... eye-catching."

you pause. your eyes widen. "oh – oh, no, seokjin – i couldn't ask that of you."

"that's why i'm offering, love." he smiles sweetly.

"you'd really buy such expensive things for me? i'm flattered, truly, but i wouldn't want our relationship to become... transactional." you reach across the table and place your hand on his. his bright smile turns shy. "i've loved our time together, seokjin. i don't want to lose that."

it takes a second longer than usual for him to compose himself and find his words. "you wouldn't lose it. they'd just be gifts – you wouldn't have to do anything in return. don't worry," he emphasises, squeezing your hand gently, "about the money. i have lifetimes of it. i'd be glad to know where it's going."

you squeeze his hand as well, turning your palm up to grasp his knuckles as if you're about to kiss them. your thumb runs over his joints and the curves of his knuckles, and chuckle. "you really are too good to me, seokjin."

the hum of the restaurant fades away into a low murmuring ripple. the lights fade to dull spots. everything but him vanishes, pushed to the furthest extremities of your consciousness, and you lean in. he follows.

the kiss is soft and silky. his lips tingle where they press to yours, like the gentle tang of a teaspoon of lime juice. you sip on him slowly, like mezcal, and relish in the sweet sting, as rich and bright as an amaretto sour.

he tilts his head, and the kiss deepens to something more appropriate for the bedroom. he catches himself before it goes too far with a soft gasp, pulling away. his dark eyes flutter open, flicking up to yours.

he clears his throat. "so, are you hungry?"

"of course," you reply, matching his nonchalance. you shrug with an embarrassed, lopsided grin. "i've just never been to a restaurant that doesn't offer their menu anywhere..."

seokjin's eyes widen slightly. a flush remains on his cheeks – the memory of your lips on his sticks to the forefront of his mind, crowding out much else. "oh! it's a fixed menu, love. it's why i asked for your dietary requirements the other day. they base the size on how many people there are. i'm so sorry – i'd forgotten all about it the moment i saw you." he giggles at himself endearingly. that severe, revenge-served-cold persona at the bar seems entirely removed. he even sits differently – a little more open, relaxed.

you watch him with a soft smile. "you're quite the charmer, did you know that? i could sit here and listen to your voice the whole night long."

"well," he laughs again, "i think that's how dinner dates work, so you’re in luck."

a waitress, different to the one who seated you, stops by with a polite smile and the entrees. you thank her and glance back down at each other, smiling when your eyes meet.

this might not be so hard, after all.

—

it doesn't take much to slide into seokjin's 'inner circle' – and not the one he lets you into in the bedroom. that one came first. after that, it was simply existing by his side, practically living in his luxurious penthouse apartment and massaging his shoulders when work became rough, until he grew comfortable enough not to flip over his classified papers when you leant over his chair to kiss him on the cheek.

you have yet to find anything incriminating in those glances; it's all reasonable numbers in those financial year statements. he takes his work with him – not just between work and home, but even to the bedroom. he sets his messenger bag on a chair with his tie next to the wardrobe, which means that you can't creep away and take a late-night sneak peek at anything under those superficial numbers.

one night, you're milling around the living room directly in front of the entrance, your shoes patient by the front door. the apartment is oddly shaped, as far as apartments go. maybe they're different for rich people, but you haven't seen one quite like it before. the living room branches out like a capital 't' and hooks around in a loop, with a staircase on the right leading up to a mezzanine containing the bedroom, office, and bathroom. in the day, it's brightly lit; huge panels of glass stretching across the walls from floor to ceiling display downtown seoul's skyline. at night, spots of light glimmer in the darkness, and a slow, blinking red dot will sometimes make its way over the roofs. before you, seokjin says, he kept the curtains closed as soon as the sun went down, but that you've shown him a beauty in the night that he can no longer ignore.

you lie along the leather couch, a pillow folded beneath your head. your eyes are closed. conventional, inoffensive radio songs float through speakers inset in the ceiling. despite those speakers in every room – so that he doesn't have to carry one around with him – he still has a dedicated movie setup, complete with atmos speakers. somehow, he'd found the sweet spot for the audio, despite his open-plan home being a noticeable springboard for sound.

the door opens, and a set of footsteps enters. the door closes behind them. your brow furrows and you're on your feet in half a second – those aren't seokjin's steps.

the young man in front of you instinctively reaches for something at the back of his belt. you've watched enough movies to know what it is that he's got his fingers around.

"well, he-llo, gorgeous," he greets flirtatiously in a deep, smooth voice. he wears a peach-coloured three-piece with a matching tie and a black shirt. a lock of dark hair curls romantically over his eyebrow, and you wonder how long he took in the bathroom to get it right. "you look familiar. have we met?"

you don't relax. neither does he. you smile politely. "i don't believe we have. i imagine someone like you would be hard to forget."

"hm." his lips curve up. "then allow me to introduce myself. kim taehyung: art aficionado, music connoisseur, and lover of many. i decorated this place – do you like what i've done with it?"

"it's better than most apartments i've been to."

he hums and moves towards the bar on the corner. he moves behind it to pour himself a glass of cherry cola – he's not as clueless as he looks, then. he'll keep an eye on you this way. he adds ice, and it clinks in his glass. 

he begins, "my brother... he's not one for aesthetics. i'm certain he'd live in a cement box if it had everything he needed in it. i've made it my personal mission to fill his homes with as many useless objects as i can before he becomes suspicious. take this, for example."

he points to a white vase of lilacs on the end of the bar and fixes it, brushing his knuckles over the flowers. "this vase... it's beautiful, but it cost as much as a car. i haven't the slightest idea why. i could go to the nearest department store and get something identical for a handful of spare change."

he lifts his glacial gaze, staring at you from the corner of his eyes. he's not talking about vases.

you scoff and sit back down, turning your back to him. he's not going to do anything – not when he's assuming such things about you. "you don't even know my name, but you're already insulting me."

"i've been pushing him to release some stress. he takes himself too seriously – someone needs to loosen the stick up his ass, maybe replace it with something better." he pops a blue umbrella in his glass with a twirly pink straw and lifts it to his lips. "i've had this conversation with three other men before you, did you know? you're the first to understand it." he tilts his glass in your direction, almost a toast. "i like you."

"what are you here for, kim taehyung?" you ask bluntly. you rest your arm over the backrest and watch him over your shoulder. his sad little glass of cola makes your fingers itch – you need to make him a proper drink.

he gestures vaguely at the city skyline with the cola. it sloshes dangerously close to the rim. "what we're all here for. a good time. that, and i wanted to know who had my stoic brother wrapped around their pinky finger. seeing you now – i can see why."

"thought he wasn't one for aesthetics," you comment drily.

he laughs at that, full and animable. "oh, attractive and witty. that must be the reason why my brother can't think straight anymore – as soon as someone has a sharp tongue, he's completely enamoured. do you like him as much as he likes you?"

you rise to your feet, finally unable to hold back the carnal desire to make him a drink of the clothes he's wearing – that little party glass won't do. smoothly, he moves around the bar, keeping to the opposite side at all times as you slip off your white jacket and drape it over the bench you wouldn't notice the action if you weren't looking for it. you already had seokjin in the palm of your hand – it was this boy you needed to worry about. his suspicion might brush against something it shouldn't.

you reach for a coca-cola and the bottle of grenadine syrup. "i keep his company because i enjoy our conversations."

"sounding more and more like an escort," he comments blithely. "there's no need to be so tense around me, big boy. i just want to know if my big brother is in good hands. yours seem very capable."

plucking a couple of maraschino cherries out of the fridge, you balance them on the ice in the tall glass. you turn, and you bite back a smirk as taehyung's brow twitches upwards.

"thank you," you say, setting the glass down and sliding it across the bar. "i didn't poison it, if you're wondering. just a simple roy rogers. a man of your standing deserves better than a can of coke garnished with an umbrella."

he watches you move around the bar, whipping up a pisco sour. he plucks the cherries off their stems with his teeth and chews slowly, savouring the sweetness. "huh. you're ticking all the boxes – hyung might have to share you with me. that – or you can tell me why you're really after him. you're not an escort, so it's not about money. you don't fuck him nearly as often as he needs to be, so it's not about sex."

a dull, steely thump. you turn around, the shaker in your hands.

his fingers slide off of the silver handgun on the bar. he raises the roy rogers to his lips, his eyes fixed on yours.

he's seen a lot of reactions to a gun. he's seen fear, he's seen hysteria – hell, he's even seen lust. the drink pauses halfway to the bar when you laugh boisterously.

"you can't intimidate me, kim taehyung," you chuckle, shaking it dry. "you wouldn't believe the number of people who've pulled a weapon on me. some were twice your size – ex-military types, far too trigger-happy to continue shooting and call it patriotism. i'm not going to hurt you or your brother, and i won't tell the cops that you're packing. pleased?"

you pop open the shaker and drop in the ice. you resume shaking.

the front door opens. those are seokjin's footsteps.

you turn around with bright eyes, grabbing a glass. "oh, seokjin! how was your day? i've been waiting to kick your ass all week – my mario kart skills are getting better."

"my day was boring, but much better now that i've seen you. you'll have to show me your new moves." he looks up from digging around in his messenger bag and halts at the sight of taehyung in his peach-coloured suit and platform boots. his gaze hones in on the glint of steel taehyung didn't quite manage to hide.

his eyes narrow and his expression hardens. his voice snaps their consonants, arctic-cold. "are you threatening my partner, taehyung?"

"of course not," you interrupt, sending taehyung a candied grin. "your little brother was just making himself comfortable. it'd be hard to be at ease with that digging into your back, wouldn't it?"

the thick silence between them is palpable.

"come now, darling," you hum, pouring the cocktail. you add the garnishes and hold it out with an inviting smile. "you're at home. relax."

after a pause, he steps forward. another step. he dumps his bag on the couch as he passes it and accepts the drink with a grateful sigh.

"you're too good to me, love," he murmurs, tilting his head to allow you better access with your kisses. "i'm sorry i didn't introduce you to taehyung earlier. he's always so busy with the family business. did he play nice with you?"

"mm, of course," you whisper sweetly, sliding your hands up over his thighs and hips. you press a kiss to his jaw and lift your eyes to taehyung's – he glares daggers back, and his mouth thin into a tight line. "we're getting along well. a few initial speed bumps, yes, but all relationships have their rocks and pitfalls. even if we didn't," you nibble on his earlobe just to see taehyung divert his gaze, "he'd have to get used to me, sooner or later."

#seokjin #kim seokjin #kim seokjin x male reader #seokjin x male reader #seokjin x reader #bts x male reader #bts x reader #kpop x male reader #x male reader #male reader #m!reader

[kjsnugget]

Copycat

Pairing- Poly Bts x Male Reader

Summary- People who didn’t know you would consider you mean. Those who did know you loved you dearly. How does it go when you have to spend the evening with your seven boyfriends and the one guy who gets under your skin.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, reader is considered an asshole.

Notes- I apologize if your name is Jesse. If it is imagine another name. Thanks for reading!!

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You wouldn't call yourself spiteful, but you would always give back what you received from people. People who knew you dearly would call you blunt but never rude. You never held back for anyone even when you should.  Some would consider you cold, you would agree. Despite your stand off attitude, you pulled seven men who would lay down their lives for you.

Everyone who knew you on a personal level loved you, those who didn't despised you deeply. Assuming you weren't good enough for the seven men, they would act rude to you. You never batted an eye towards these people. They don't know you and they never would. For their sake you would always hope they knew the lines and not to cross them. Man or women it never mattered, your hands were rated E for everyone.

Many tried to get under your skin, none succeeded. There was only one man who would cause your blood to boil. You respected your boyfriends to never cause a scene, he would tempt you though. His name was Jesse although you never referred to him by his name. It was obvious to you and your boyfriends he had a crush on them. They have remained polite, you have remained corral. Jesse watched you like hawk, waiting for anything he could use against you. You've noticed the changes in his style, following yours. His vocabulary beginning to sound a lot like yours.

The boys noticed the changes as well, they were smart enough to ignore the advances. Despite all seven, including Jimin, being taller then you, they knew you could beat them with your eyes closed.  They loved you nothing would ever come between that.

Today had been one of those you dreaded, Jesse would be coming over. He played nice in front of you, but you could see his crazy from miles away. Jin had been cuddling with you on the couch while Jimin sat on your lap. Jimin was watching you play games on your phone as he usually does. His legs laid across yours and Jin's as Jin's head laid on your shoulder. The knock on the door moved their attention away for a second, it returned when Yoongi opened the door. You snickered when you heard the greetings. You let a smirk tug your lips when yoongi denied his hug.

You felt his eyes on you, waiting for a greeting which you happily ignored. The two remained in their seats as they greeted him. You could sense his anger at the sight of you three on the couch. Everyone made their way to the living room and took their seats. "Do you guys want to watch a movie?" His voice sounded like hell in your ears. "Or we could go to the mall?" He looked towards Namjoon for an answer "actually M/n took us to the mall yesterday" you could see his face twist at the answer. "Oh M/n that reminds me, can you take me to the store later?" You looked for the sound of Hoseoks voice "sure baby, what do you need?" Before Hoseok could answer Jesse spoke up " I can take you now if you need to go"

You could see he was smiling ear to ear, trying to convince hobi to go. "Sorry Jesse M/n and I like this to be our personal time"  once again a smirk tugged at your lips. Jimin decided to get up to go the kitchen "anyone want something to drink?" Everyone spoke up and asked for something. You ignored when Jesse glared at you, following Jimin into the kitchen "I'll help you hyung" As they were in the kitchen Taehyung stole Jimins spot on your lap. Jin also removed himself from you to let Yoongi cuddle with you as he requested.  When the two came back Jimin let out a gasp and a pout "M/n how could you let tae steal my spot" the pout on his lips caused a chuckle to escape your lips.

"Sorry baby first come first serve, plus it's your turn to sleep in my bed tonight remember?" His pout quickly vanished as he remembered he got you to himself tonight. "Why do you call him baby? Isn't that disrespectful since he's older then you?" The small smile you held vanished as Jesse spoke to you "watch your tone, I'll call them whatever I want if they are okay with it" you could see the huff he let out when you spoke to him. "Why are you being so rude? I haven't done anything to you" you glanced up at him. Taehyung noticed the glare and out his hand on your chest. You listened as he whispered in your air to calm you down. You felt the anger fade slightly as yoongi also held a grip on your arm as he cuddled into you. It was his way of keeping you at bay.

Jungkook had been silent through out the day as he also had a hard time being around Jesse. Jungkook would be considered his favorite out of the seven, and Jungkook hated it. He despised feeling uncomfortable around someone , especially in his own home. He was cuddling into hoseok and Namjoon as Jin scrolled through movies. Jesse decided to take a seat next to Jin as he was the only one sitting alone at the moment. Once everyone agreed on the movie it was a discussion on take out "how about pizza?" Jesse suggested and was turned down "m/n doesn't really like pizza" Jungkook spoke up. "Oh well everyone else does it's easy as well" Jungkook shook his head "no let's get something everyone likes." You sent a smile towards jungkook, which made him want to melt in his seat.

"How about we order from that restaurant down the street? We've all been there before." Namjoons voice spoke from across the room, and everyone of course agreed. You were the one who usually did the orders, as you remembered what everyone liked. You already had the orders in your phone. "I can start the order does everyone want the same thing as last time?" Everyone nodded and you looked at Jesse "what do you want?" He shrugged "anything is fine"  you didn't care what you got him it was some type of chicken.

Once the food arrived everyone got comfortable to watch the movie. You decided to use the bathroom before it started, when you came back you felt your blood begin to boil. Jesse had taken your spot next to jungkook who obviously looked uncomfortable.  The boys were staring at you, they could tell you were ready to snap. They would rather have you going off then be quiet. You simply sat on the recliner chair that was open and looked at Jungkook. "Jungkook" his head snapped towards you as you patted your lap. He smiled wide as he quickly took his place on your lap.

You felt daggers aimed towards you as you looked at Jesse who was pissed off. The rest of the night went by quickly without any other incidents taking place. Everything was going great until a loud boom. Darkness spread throughout the house as you guys heard the rain begin pouring down. "Jungkook, can you get the candles baby?" He nodded although he forgot it was to dark for you to see. He quickly grabbed candles and began to light them. Soon you could see and began putting any food away so it wouldn't go away. " do you guys mind if I stay the night it doesn't look to safe to drive" Jesse asked as he stood from the couch. The boys all looked at each other nodding. They then looked at you asking for your input. You gave a small nod.

You didn't like Jesse, but you wouldn't be the cause of his death by letting him drive home in this weather. "I'll go grab extra pillows and blankets " hoseok said as he made his way down the hallway. When he came back the pulled the sofa bed out for him. "Thank you all I really appreciate it!" You didn't respond, you started making your way to your room. Before you made it to the door you felt a heavy presence behind you, turning around all seven men stood behind you. "M/n can we all stay in here, the storm is kind of scary" Yoongi decided to be the voice of reason. You opened the door and they all piled in. Your room wasn't as big as the others. Having a house with multiple rooms was for everyone to have their personal space when needed. Living with seven people can be a lot for anyone to handle. Having all seven men piled into your room was in your opinion adorable.

The night was spent with arguing of who was going to share the bed with you. Jimin had won as it was originally his night. The rest of them spread out through your room.

Sunlight came fast through your blinds, signaling it was morning. It was your turn to cook breakfast today so you did your best to sneak out without waking them. Closing the door quietly, you made your way to the kitchen. Deciding on waffles, eggs and bacon you got everything you needed. You brewed coffee and tea for everyone as you started cooking. Your mind had forgotten Jesse was sprawled out on the couch. You didn't remember he was there until you heard him greet the others Loudly. "M/n you left us in there" this time Namjoon held the pout "sorry baby I was making breakfast for everyone, I brewed your favorite coffee" he smiled and kissed your cheek while pouring his cup. 

"M/n do you make your waffles home made?" Once again his voice dampened your mood "usually I do, I didn't have enough stuff today so they are frozen." Your tone never changes when you speak to him. "Oh I usually make them home made too much better that way" you just hummed in response. Ignoring him was your only way to prevent a scene.

After serving them you were caught up in your own thoughts you didn't notice Hoseok trying to get your attention. Hoseok said your name a few times before he realized you were spaced out. He wasn't upset he knew sometimes you would zone out and never meant any harm by it. Focusing on washing the pots and pans you used it caught you by surprise when you felt a sting on your arm.

"Hey your boyfriend is talking to you, you should pay attention" you were unable to hear his words as all you were thinking about was him laying his hands on you. The boys watched stunned as you gripped the counter top, your knuckles turning white from your grip. You had just looked at him the stare cold, the anger visible. The boys watched as you stared at Jesse they could see fear start to take over. The it happened, before they could process what happened Jesse had red dripping from his face.

The crimson red began to stain his shirt as he held his nose. All seven boys rose from the table immediately going over to you.  They were worried about you and your hand more then Jesse who had been dripping blood through their kitchen. Jungkook was making his way to get the first aid kit when he was stopped "Jungkook oppa your not going to do anything? He just hit me!" Jungkook pulled his arm away from him only for it to be grabbed again. Jungkook tried to stay calm once again pulling his arm away and getting the first aid kit. He quickly made his way back to you although you were trying to calm down it didn't seem to be working.

"You guys are taking care of him when he hit me! I knew he was trouble I tried telling you guys you deserve better" Jesse expected you to say something to him, he didn't expect the others to. He stood shocked as they told him off, before he was escorted out by everyone. He was shocked that they kicked him out, all he wanted was their attention he wanted them to look at him the way they look at you. He stood at their door with blood dripping down his face and shirt, how could they like you so much? You were so mean, quiet, rude. He never understood why they love you. After a while of standing there here finally left debating in his head if he should try again.

Meanwhile the boys focused their attention on you and calming you down. They knew you didn't like Jesse, they only tolerated him because they didn't want to come off as mean or rude. You finally calmed down and explained you would never blame them for this. The rest of your day was spent in bed squished between seven giants who loved you dearly.

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[male-reader-haven]

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆Proper Punishment｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

Y/N and the other members of BTS have weekly movie nights, tonight being held at his boyfriend Kim Seokjin's house.

Tags: smut, top Kim Seokjin x bottom male Y/N, edging

Warnings: 18+, punishment, intense

I wonder if you can tell that I bias Jin lmao. Enjoy~ <3

"What about that new Marvel movie? I heard it's good!" Jungkook yells from the couch where he is flipping through Netflix.

"Ugh, anything but Marvel, please." Jimin responds as he finds a place to sit on the couch.

"I don't care what we watch, just pick something already." Yoongi complains from the sofa chair he is already sitting in. You are in the kitchen along with Jin and Taehyung, getting snacks for your movie night. Every once in a while all 8 of you get together to hang out and watch movies as a group, and then you all usually end up getting drunk and staying the night at whoever's house it may be that week. This week is at Jin's place. You know his place like your own, since you frequent often, especially now that you two are dating.

"Y/N, you like extra butter, right?" Jin asks you, holding a bowl of popcorn. You smile.

"Is that even a question?" You feign disbelief and Jin pours the melted butter over the top.

"Smooth like buttah..." He sings to himself. Adorable. You get distracted by commotion in the living room.

"Come on man, why is it always you?" J-hope's laughter rings out and he is pointing at Namjoon, who dropped the remote, causing the back end to fly off and the batteries to roll under the couch.

"I swear I'm cursed." Namjoon sighs and crawls of the floor, picking up the batteries and putting the remote back together.

You all decide on watching some action/romance movie that you've never heard of and settle in on the couch, floor and surrounding chairs. You sit on the floor right in front of where Jin is sitting on the couch. You all watch and laugh at the jokes in the movie, but you end up losing the plot. You sigh and lean back, tilting your head to rest on Jin's knee. For now, you're just enjoying being with your bandmates and friends, so the movie doesn't matter. After a while of watching messy action scenes and plotholes, the main character and supporting character get into a romance scene, cutting from them kissing to a passionate sex scene.

"Whoa, what kind of movie is this suddenly?" Jimin laughs and the other members break into laughter.

"Quick, cover Jungkook's eyes!!" Taehyung messes with Jungkook, covering his eyes and keeping the members laughing. You turn and watch the shenanigans, and from the corner of your eye you catch Jin's eyes on you. You glance over at him and wink, causing him to realize he is staring and quickly look away, blushing slightly. You smirk. After the laughter dies down and they all focus on the movie again, you glance at Jin a second time. Once again you catch him staring at you only to glance away the second you notice. You see him grab a blanket and cover his lap. Upon realizing what is going on, an evil thought flashes in your mind, making you smile.

You glance around the room, making sure the other members are completely focused on the movie, and you get up and crawl onto the couch, specifically into your boyfriend's lap. Jin adjusts his position to allow you to sit with him, but refuses to take his eyes off the TV. You position yourself so that your legs dangle over the armrest of the couch and are sitting sideways on Jin's lap, leaning in on his shoulder with his arm around you. You shift in your seat slightly, just enough where it isn't distracting to anyone but enough to tease Jin. He shoots you a warning glance, showing that he is fully aware of what you are trying to do. You smile innocently in return. You nestle into his shoulder and watch the TV, slowly tracing your hand over his chest and down towards his "problem." Jin coughs quietly, attempting to act natural as you tease his erection from under the blanket. You tilt your head up to whisper in his ear.

"I wonder what Kim Seokjin is thinking about." You feel his arm around you tense up and he lets out a barely audible moan as you swipe your thumb across his tip from within his shorts. You then lean back into the couch and remove your hand from under the blanket and stretch your arms up, faking a yawn.

"I hope you guys don't mind if I turn in already, I'm tired." You say. They other members are totally engrossed in the movie's climactic scene and don't even turn to look at you when they all say their good nights. You get up and walk to Jin's bedroom, leaving him behind on the couch.

Not even 3 minutes after you close the door to his room, you hear footsteps leading up and Jin opens the door. He closes the door behind him then turns to you. You rush up to him and immediately he holds you and kisses you. Your breathing quickens and the both of you fumble with removing your shirts as Jin plants hungry kisses on your neck and collarbone.

"I can't believe you sometimes, teasing me like that in front of the others..." He grabs the back of your hair and forces you to look at him, not so much that it hurts you, but enough to be forceful. "Are you going to finish what you started, boy?" His steely gaze makes your heart flutter. Despite his sparkling eyes and soft, beautiful lips, Jin can be very intimidating. And god, does it turn you on. You drop to your knees and begin fumbling with his zipper and then pull at his boxers to set his member free. It bounces slightly then rests in front of your face. It's easy to forget how big he is. You hesitate for a moment, then take Jin in your hand and start stroking his length. Jin sucks in air through his teeth and holds your hair. You kiss a bead of precum off his tip and tease him with your tongue.

"Ah, Y/N, you're driving me insane..." Jin's head leans back and his cock twitches as you begin to take him in your mouth, using your toungue to stimulate him further while you move your head. Jin starts moving his hips along with your movements, thrusting deeper and stronger, making you choke slightly. You get used to it however, and quicken your pace.

"Ah, don't stop, gonna come soon..." Jin loses himself in the pleasure, holding your head and bucking his hips into you. Tears are in your eyes as you take him.

"Ah, aishh!" Jin reels as he paints the back of your throat. You swallow and lick your lips, savoring his sweet taste. Jin doesn't hesitate.

"Get up, I'm not finished with you yet." His stern voice fuels your own hard-on in your pants and you obey. "Go clean yourself and get back here so I can punish you properly."

After having properly prepped yourself, you return to the bedroom and wait excitedly for Jin's instruction.

"So you think you can just tease me like earlier and get away with it?" Jin smirks. That smirk. The smirk he does when he knows you can't resist his charm. He points to his king size bed, instructing you to lay down. He leans over you, admiring your body and grazing his long fingers over your skin. "Do you have any idea just how much trouble you are in, Y/N?" He breathes close to your neck, causing your body to tingle. He brings his hands to your knees, parting your legs. He kisses down your chest and sides as his hand traces your hole.

"Hnng, Jin hyung..." You moan under his light touch. Jin kisses your collarbone, sucking until it leaves a deep purple mark on your skin. He pushes two fingers into you, invoking a gasp from your lips.

"So sensitive..." His eyes rake over your trembling figure. "I'm going to destroy you."

"Hng, haah!" You can't help but cry out as Jin continues to finger you while also attacking you with kisses and hickeys. Your mind reels and your untouched cock twitches, begging for friction. Jin gets lower, kissing along your v-line and reaches your sensitive member, kissing at the base but not touching it.

"Do you really think you deserve to come after what you did?" Jin then takes his fingers out of you. "Look how close you are just from my fingers." He chuckles. You whine, slightly embarrassed but more so turned on.

"P-please hyung, I'm sorry, I n-need you... uah!" Your voice breaks as Jin suddenly rims you with his tongue, then starts eating you out. You arch your back up from the bed and can feel tears forming again as Jin's hands keep you stimulated by rubbing and squeezing your hips. He continues to ravish your hole, hitting just the right spots to drive you crazy and curl your toes. Your dick is standing in the air, pre dripping down the side.

"I-I'm so close, so close, hnng, please, please..." Your high and whiny voice brings forth a growl in the back of Jin's throat. Just as you feel you are about to burst, JIn stops and sits back, staring at you.

"AH, f-fuck! Whyy, hnn, please hyung, please let me come.." You squirm, disappointed and needy. Jin smirks again, making your face flush hot.

"You're such a beautiful mess." He mocks you and goes up to your face to kiss you. "Do you like the taste of yourself on my lips? Huh, baby?" He smiles and places another kiss on your lips. You moan in his mouth, craving more. Jin pulls away and sits up.

"I honestly don't think you deserve this," He positions his member in front of your hole. "But i've punished you enough already, don't you think?" He grins and strokes your cock a few times before inserting himself into you.

"Hnng, fuck yes, please fuck me hyung..." You can barely hold back your moans at this point, so you just pray the other members are still watching the movie. Jin pushes himself further into you, easier since he already prepped you with his fingers and tongue.

"Tell me if it hurts." He continues pressing into you. Your body trembles in anticipation, a little impatiently even, as you take him in. "Ah, you're still so tight..." Jin stays still for a moment, all the way in. "Want me to start moving, pretty boy?"

"Y-yes, fucking yes please."

Jin smiles and starts moving his hips. Your moans are higher pitched and whiny due to his earlier teasing and over-stimulation, so you can barely hold yourself back. He speeds up, causing you to grasp the sheets beneath you and roll your hips.

"Ah, fuck you feel good!" Jin curses through his teeth and gets more aggressive, thrusting into you deeper and quicker, abusing your prostate.

"Ah, ah, hng, hyung i'm gonna come, hnn please..." Your moans only tun Jin on more, and he pounds into you, clearly close himself. The two of you get lost in the rhythm of thrusts and moans until you can't take it anymore.

"Ah, ah! Coming! Coming! Aahhnnggh!" You throw your head back and arch your back, coming all over your stomach. Jin follows closely behind, thrusting one final thrust and filling your insides. You lie there exhausted, still riding out your orgasm as Jin leans down to kiss your cheek. He slides out of you, sending chills down your spine.

"Mmmmmmhyunnggggg..." You attempt to speak but can only slur your words. Jin smiles and looks at you lovingly while he cleans you off.

"Did I overdo it, maybe?" He chuckles and caresses your face. You smile weakly and hold his hand.

"Mmmloveyoo..." You look up at your boyfriend, who is hovering over you with loving eyes.

"I love you too, Y/N." Jin plants a soft kiss on your forehead and gets into bed next to you, holding you close.

Send me suggestions on what to write next! ~ <3

--Masterlist--

#bts x reader #bts #bts smut #bts x male reader #bts jin #kim seokjin #jin x reader #jin x male reader #kim seokjin x male reader #kim seokjin x reader #worldwide handsome #kim seokjin smut #jin smut

[jeonitopia]

🪐moon n' stars

🪐kim seokjin x gn! reader

🪐fluff, drabble, royalty au

🪐drabble reqs open

in a land that far from home, a place where green is what all you could see, a beauty of nature that could be seen nowhere else. in the center of it all sits jin, perched on a rock watching someone, a someone who wears what is to be called 'fashion of the commoner' – they sport a white blouse with olive-colored overalls and simple leather shoes. jin watches them with utmost interest, they weave flowers with grace and a soft smile, letting their surroundings envelop them in a comforting hug.

"you have a grace a royalty could never have" jin whispers, eyes never leaving your form as you acknowledge his words with a hum, continuing your weaving.

"i am indeed no royalty" you turn your gaze to look up at him, the two of you staring into the galaxies of eachother, the soul of a person, their eyes. your hands rests on each of your knees, while your unfinished flower crown sits atop your lap.

"you have always been more than a royalty, my love" he smiles softly, sliding off the rock in favor to be closer to you. his hand moves under your chin to raise it towards him as he presses a kiss of true love onto your lips. this was what no noble or royalty could ever create, a love that could never be attained no matter the sacrifice of effort, a love that no amount of gold or diamonds could afford. true love with no strings attached like puppets, no mask to be hide behind. "the stars created you, they created you for the moon that is my heart."

you smile at him before looking down your lap to seemingly destroy your progress, jin raises his eyebrows at this. "what are you doing?" his words going from one ear through the other as you carry on with your work. a few more minutes pass as you carry on to weave, jin's undivided attention still on you.

the moment you finish, you are quick to present your two creations to your lover, a proud grin sitting on your face. jin takes a few seconds to scan your creation, a smirk appearing on his face. "are you proposing to me?"

"would you like me to?" you innocently ask, truly, if jin would have wanted you to propose you would by no-means do it. "i tried to make each flower represent the moon and stars"

jin softens up at your revelation, his smirk morphing into a smile – at this moment, in his eyes, you were so precious, you truly were one in a kind for him. your soul was something that was as pure as a little puppy, a treasure that once found should never be let go of. jin took the ring that he assumed was the moon and slid it onto the ring finger of his non-dominant hand.

"in every life i'd live, you will always be the one for my eternity" he mutters softly, his gaze moving to your face. you put on your ring, careful not to break it. "i'll always be sure to find you" you respond with your eyes closed and grinning. truly at peace.

the moon and stars were created for eachother.

🪐sorry for any grammar mistakes, made this on my phone impulsively, proper header tba

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[madammidnightsblog]

BTS BUTTPLUG

Warning: sex, buttplug (m&f), public settings, sub idol, dom f!reader, Bang PD (brief), park setting (once), handcuffs, voyeur , fan meet (once)

Namjoon

Namjoon isn't really into buttplugs but he is more than willing to wear one if you ask, there is almost nothing he wouldn't do if you asked. But he feels funny wearing one in the studio with Bang Hitman working alongside him, the toy occasionally humming softly against a sensitive spot if he squirms too much and to make it worse, you were sitting in the same room. Your eyes staring at the back of his head which made his heart pound even more against his chest and he felt himself grow more aroused at the thought of you turning the toy completely up and having him a moaning mess in front of the older man. It really took everything in this man to cover every moan that would slip out and from palming himself through his sweats to somehow make the agonizing pace of the plug to grow more intense and just give his poor dick some friction that it was silently begging for.

"What do you think? Do you think it would work with the chorus or should we move it to the bridge?" Bang questioner as he skimmed over the roughly scribbled idea, wanting the younger man's opinion to organize the chaos that filled the page.

"Uh, well," Namjoon mentally slapped himself for not paying attention but could you blame him? He was in a tough situation and really wanted to work as diligently as he could but the damn plug really made it it hard to prioritize.

Bang notices how confused he looked and took in considering that they were working for about five hours and it was close to two in the morning so he thought he must be tired so he started to pack up, "Don't worry about it. You must be tired so we can finish later after some sleep so get some rest and I'll call around one- thirty." With that, he felt after bidding you goodbye.

You got up and walked over to the panting male as he leans back in his office chair, eyes screwed shirt while his right hand came down to his crotch to gently rub his erection, "You did such a good job baby." You praised as you sat in the chair that the former CEO was seated.

Namjoon whimpered softly as you took out your phone and turned off the plug, "May I cum now?"

You looked up at him surprise. You were sure he silently came a few times but those sucks in breath and squeezing of the arm rest was him holding back? Now that was more amusing. Cocking your head to the side and folded a leg over the other with a smirk, "Why didn't you cum pretty boy? You had about three hours of torture and all the chances to do so."

Namjoon turned his chair toward you, his hands were tugging at the draw strings in anticipation, "Because you never told me to." He whimpers.

"Go head baby. Cum as many times you want, you earned it for being such a good boy for Mommy." With that, he yanked down his sweats and boxers to reveal a twitching and leaking dick.

Jin

"I can't-please-can't!" He cried as his hands yanked at the cuffs, the metal clanking against the chair with every tug.

You sat in front of him, sipping your wine with a pleased smile as you watched as he breaks down in front of you after his third orgasm washed over him, painting his stomach and lap in his release. Something about watching him cry and cum without stopping makes you feel so powerful because of the pretty way he cries and begs and the way his beautiful body shakes with every release, the pearly white liquid painting his golden skin. His moans and cries were heavenly, almost as if he was singing such a beautiful song and the sobs came out like a loud yet sweet chorus that he made specifically just for you and it made your pussy ache. The plug in his ass and the vibrator that was tapped to his dick was the cause of his pleasure and the reason of his uncontrollable orgasms and they weren't stopping anytime soon, not until he said 'sheep'.

"You can take it, you've done it before." You singed before taking another sip, the refreshing taste of Pinot Grigio made you hum.

"Fuck, Mommy, please!" He sobbed, his dick twitched against his abdomen.

You hummed in thought, eyes staring at the glass in your hand and watched how the golden clear liquid that swirled with every soft roll of your wrist. You really didn't need to think about joining your boyfriend but you wanted to make him wait, keeping him on his toes and holding to the desperation which was what you did. Flicking your eyes back at him to see his glossy eyes as they stared into yours before placing your glass on the table next to you before getting up, slowly making your way over to him which had him whimpering for you. The clicking of your heels made his fingers dig into the armrests in attempt to hold what's left of his control and the fact that you were in just heels and one of his button of shirts made his dick ache.

Standing behind the chair, you slowly slid your hands down to his wrists to gently rub at them, "Are you sure you want me to do anything, darling? You seem to have enough fun with those toys." You teased as you eyes the two vibrators.

A sob left his lips, "Y-Yes, touch me, fuck, please."

Hoseok

He isn't the type to act honey in public or even attempt to do anything that remotely resembles a sexual act that isn't dancing so when you asked him to wear a plug and go for a walk at a park, he was quick to turn it down. So when you said you'd wear it instead, he was more nervous about it but didn't mutter a complaint since you were the one to want to do it but he was scared that a child would hear or an elderly person would see how your legs were wobbling and the no so quiet moans and call the cops. Everything was going smoothly, your wobbles were so noticeable and your moans were at a minimum or seen as coughs which did get you two some odd looks but Hoseok didn't care because his mind was occupied with the flashes of you putting the plug in but that was until you held onto his shoulder.

"Fuck." You moaned softly, your free hand was itching to cup your crotch in hopes to touch yourself.

Swallowing dryly, Hoseok did his best to guide you towards an empty and closed off area, "J-Just give me a second." He whispered.

The poor man almost tripped over his feet when he heard you moan his name. He was trying so hard to avoid any issues so you two could be in private but a woman that was jogging by turned around once noticing how you struggled to walk properly thanks to the rising volume of the plug, "Hey, are you ok? Do you need an ambulance?" She questioned while taking out her earbuds.

Shaking your head, you forced a smile which looked borderline lewd, "I'm.. I'm fine. Just got a cramp." You quickly said, trying to avoid slipping out a moan.

The woman eyes him before looked back at you but when Hoseok helped you stand up better, you bud goodbye before you two made your way to the public bathroom. Once inside, he quickly but slowly dragged you to a stall which you were glad he did because you were too overwhelmed with pleasure you were sure you wouldn't be able to walk anymore without someone realizing what was up. You took off your shirt and sat on the edge of the toilet, pulling your legs up to your chest after making sure you wouldn't fall off and told him to hurry. It was hard to keep going without his dick inside of you by know.

Jimin

"I'm so full." He moans as he spreads his cheeks to show off the pretty blue plug in his ass, his white thong pushed to the side.

Biting your lip, you slipped onto the bed while reaching a hand out to rub his erection through the damp material. Soft purrs left his pillowy lips made you shiver in excitement, wanting nothing but to rip the thin fabric off and suck his cute cocklet. With every rub to his small dick, you spewed out filth which had him whimpering and rutting up against your hand which you allowed, loving how needy and desperate he is for you. You were more than happy to make him wait for you until he was a sobbing mess, getting turned on by the way he sobs for you and his big pretty eyes filled with tears that spill down his round cheeks. Tracing his bugle through the material had him shaking and breath hitching, the vibrator purring softly as his velvet walls squeeze around the toy as if it will slip out.

"Such a pretty kitty," you swallowed thickly as you took in his beauty, "And all mine." With that, you yanked the panties off which made him gasp in shock.

You got tired of seeing the thin material already, wanting to see him bare under you and marked so you wasted no time, lifting a leg of his to press a kiss to his ankle and slowly made your way to knee. Lowering yourself slowly, your eyes stared into his glossy ones as you slipped your tongue out and licked a stripe to his inner thigh, licking before pressing sloppy kisses to the soft flesh as his moans came out in soft puffs. Legs spreading further to allow you to lay comfortably between them and placed playful bites to the area before turning your attention to his twitching cocklet once again.

"Want help?"

Biting his lip as he looked away shyly, "Yes, please."

Jungkook

He's bold with anything kink related, believing it will be better if taken risks so the plug was pushed into his hole before a fan meet and he was more than excited. You being a staff member, you were there playing with the remote in your pocket and watching how he would struggle to speak and even sing which did get him concerned looks from the members and fans but it only made you both aroused. Trying to sign an album, he leaned his head onto the table and let out a shaky moan as the toy was turned all the way up, his eyes squeezed closed and jaw going slack which made the fan in front of him worry and Namjoon and Taehyung next to him ask him if he was alright. He was shaking and squeezing the pen as his thighs squeezed together, trying to calm himself down from his high but his mind was just going blank.

"I'm fine, fuck, I just got a cramp." He gasped, shifting slightly in his seat as the toy was turned down to the lowest setting.

He was trying his best to ignore the mess he made in his pants but when you came into view he was whimpering softly, wanting you to hold him and call him your good boy for cumming but you couldn't. Pouting, he quickly scribbled down his signature and got ready for the next fan, ignoring the looks the members and the manager shot him while forcing a smile to the squeaking fan. Every second talking, singing, and chatting with the small span of time with the fans was exhausting since all his entertainment was drained from that orgasm but thankfully it went by quick without the toy going past low so he managed. Once everything was finished, he rushed off the stage and to the nearest bathroom with you in tow and thankfully no one was around the area to stop you from following him into there. Locking the door behind you, you barely got to turn around without him yanking you into his embrace.

"Bunny, calm down. Don't wanting anyone bothering us." You whispered, noses touching from how close you were.

He whined, "Hurry up then Mommy, need a kiss."

With that, you closed the gap by smashing your lips against his which made him moan into the kiss as his hands shot down to his belt and unbuckled it. Hastily, he undid his pants and pushed the down to his ankles while you did the same with yours. Pulling back earned you a whine but you shushed him before pushing him onto the toilet after he dropped his boxers. Knowing you two had to be quick before they started to look for him, you pushed your panties to the side to reveal your sopping cunt which had him moaning at the sight of your slick sticking to the fabric of your panties.

"Be quiet baby." You ordered before hovering over his dick, slowly sinking down onto it with ease.

Taehyung

"Mommy." He moans against your breast, his tongue lazily swirling around your nipple which made you sigh.

Your hand pumping his dick made him whine and moan as your thumb pressed against his utheral hole teasingly. His eyes closed in bliss as he sucked contently at your swollen bud which you were more than happy to see because his flushed face was pressed against your breast cutely. Times like this is why tented windows of the company van was a wonder, letting your cute baby boy suck onto your breast while you have him a handjob, doing your best to match whatever spear the plug in his ass was going. With you in his lap, he was comfortable since your scent and warmth made it better to him and the toy in his ass had him holding you tighter, making it a little difficult to move your hand between both of your legs.

"You are so needy. I spoil you too much, don't I? Taking time out of your schedule to make my prince feel good because he is so needy for his Mommy, hm?" You sighed mindlessly, knowing his mind was somewhere else based how he tried to fuck up into your hand.

His eyebrows furrowed as the pleasure built up, the knot in his stomach slowly coming undone so he squeezed your waist, sucking harsher which made your head press against his as you moaned. Thrusting upwards sent him over the edge, spilling his release onto your hand and his thighs, detaching his lips from your bud to moan out your name. Panting softly, he leaned his head back against the seat while you reached behind you and into the glove compartment to get the wet wipes and cleaned him up while handing him his water bottle. You smiled and praised him while cleaning up the mess and he couldn't help but bury his face into your neck, breathing in your scent as he closed his eyes.

Yoongi

Yoongi would never be caught dead doing anything sexual in public, he wouldn't allow himself to be lewd anywhere that wasn't in the safety of your shared apartment. It would take a lot to convince this man to wear a plug in public for more than twenty minutes out of fear of someone noticing him and try to approach him. He was way too well known for something like that to happen to you decided to make him do it when the members were supposed to come over and have dinner. You were cleaning up the kitchen with Namjoon while Yoongi tried his best to stay quiet on the couch behind the maknae line sat on the floor, playing scrabble while he pressed the couch pillow against his chest in hope to ground himself. It was hard for him, the toy was coming in waves that thudding against his prostate thanks to the larger plug of choice. Having such a hard time, he got up and excused himself to the bedroom, in hopes to lock himself in for a minute and cum.

"I'm going to grab something from the bedroom and I'll meet you on the balcony." You excused yourself which Namjoon happily made his way to the balcony with his beer.

Making your way quietly down the hall, you heard Yoongi's soft moans between the laughs and fight of the younger members which made your heart race. You were itching to touch yourself at the idea of him taking care of his boner with everyone within earshot, it really made your pussy throb knowing if they wanted to they would hear him. Sneaking into the room that he forgot to lock, you watched his he humped the armrest of your chair in front of your makeup table, his pants straining his erection with every rut. Locking the door, you made your way over to the door and stood behind him, holding his waist which made him jolt back to reality and tried to pull away until you stop his to relax. Knowing it was you, he went back to rutting the armrest while letting out louder moans of your name.

"Just like that baby, move with the vibrations." You moaned as you pressed yourself against him.

#x dom reader #sub bts #bottom male #female reader #Kim Namjoon #Kim Taehyung #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #jeon jungkook #park jimin #sub kpop #sub male Kpop idol

[frieschan]

QUERENCIA, chapter 3

(n.) where one feels home ; the place where you are your most authentic self

pairing - hybrid! ot7 x bunny hybrid! male! reader

genre - 18+, college au, hybrid au, fluff, eventual angst, eventual smut, humour

summary - you, a rabbit hybrid away from home to study, run into a group of surprisingly friendly and calm (also very attractive) predators who are a pack and live together suddenly run into your life like a bulldozer. the dull days of your life may turn into days of joy and laughter, or will the days turn into gloom and a sad everafter?

warnings (this chapter) - use of curseword, someone blacking out

word count - 2.9k

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You and Jihoon were staying at your apartment. Having a fun little sleepover since her major was kicking her ass at the moment. It was around mid-morning, 9 am. To your absolute shock, The ocelot hybrid has woken up at a normal-ish time. Only bad part was that she suddenly wanted to bake something at your house, together. You didn't have any baking supplies or appliances, mostly finding yourself to be the type to cook instead of bake.

"C'mon! let's go to the mall and shop!"-

"And you're going to pay..?"

"Hell yeah! I got my allowance from my girlfriend!"

"God I feel bad for her...."

"I'm being a good girlfriend ya know!!"

That was how you found yourself at a mall, with an ecstatic Jihoon, excited to spend every dime and dollar she had on creating baked goods. You were sure you’d be the one doing half, if not all the work though. You and Jihoon arrive at the department store of the mall, her already dragging you to the appliances section to buy the needed equipment. You looked at all the mixers, pots, pans, all the baking galore. They all looked as you expect, pretty much perfect and shiny. One of the mixing stands had caught your eye, it looked like any other mixer but it had an adorable rose-gold color. You just felt the need to have it so you approached it, not minding the wild Jihoon behind you that was close to breaking just about everything in the store. You held your breath as you were about to flip the price tag to show you how much it was, quickly releasing it when you realized it was a good price. As you were about to turn around and tell Youngji about it, your words stuck in your throat as you saw a familiar wolf hybrid

“Hey Y/N! Meet my friends, Namjoon and Hoseok!” Jihoon waved you down from the tool section of the store. You gulped down your nerves and walked to them.

“Hey there bun, we met on the metro right?” Namjoon greeted you with a dimpled smile and hand stretched out. “I’m Namjoon, The wolf you met.”

You took his hand with a shy smile and red cheeks. This certainly wasn’t how you were expecting to see the two of them again. “Y/N, if it isn’t obvious enough I’m a bunny” You laughed nervously.

You then looked at his friend next to him, He was near Namjoon’s height. A fox hybrid. He had sharp features, a perfect nose, high cheekbones, and a heart grin on his lips. He was just as handsome as the rest of the guys you’ve met these days. Seeing as you were looking at him, he introduced himself

“I’m Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi!” He greeted with an excited grin plastered on his face. The moment he had your hand, he shook it aggressively with his tail wagging behind him. Honestly, if he wasn’t a fox, he’d be a dog hybrid with how energetic he is. You loved his energy though! He was like the best friend you never knew you needed. He was honestly adorable, another potential for a mate.

“Anyway, what brings you two here!” Jihoon exclaimed, puffing up her chest and pushing out more of her alcohol-smelling scent. You almost forgot Jihoon was an alpha, and that you forgot to stuff your nose and scent glands with scent blockers.

“Well Jihoon, we were out doing errands for a pack member.” Namjoon answered while Hobi was side-eyeing Jihoon, looking her up and down with distaste on his face and his tail swishing behind his back. It was honestly hilarious

“No wonder! I was about to ask why the great Namjoon was in the baking section when he’d burn a damn house down!”

“Oh fuck off Jihoon, you’d set a neighborhood on fire with your skills.” Namjoon retorted with a roll of his eyes, right before bursting out laughing with Hobi. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the antics of the three.

“Since Hobi and Y/N have the most skill out of us, you two can lead the group while me and Namjoon will just be behind the two of you” Jihoon suggested with a grin, quick to push the two of you to the front with a glint in her eye that you couldn’t understand. I mean, this was Jihoon, she was probably just gonna be weird with Namjoon.

You started walking with Hobi, keeping your eyes straight ahead and trying not to embarrass yourself in front of him. You did take a few quick glances at him and he looked so calm, with a lazy smile on his face to reflect his attitude at the moment. You didn’t notice that with your actions at the moment, you were unconsciously pushing out your scent without knowing.

“I like your scent, Y/N” Hobi softly smiled at you, looking back at him with red cheeks. “It makes me feel calm honestly”

“I’m guessing you like the smell of baked goods?” You giggled softly, taking a deep breath before offering him your wrist. He in return, was quite surprised at your action but welcomed it. Hobi didn’t grab your wrist, but instead just softly smelled your scent gland and smiled. He really is a gentleman. You were grateful that he was an alpha that was one of a kind, an alpha that was kind and treated omegas with respect. He pulled away and offered you a thankful heart grin.

“You can take my wrist if you’d like..”

“Oh no it’s alright, just your scent from here is enough. You were kind of pushing it out a bit..” He teased you and laughed, not a mocking laugh but an amused laugh. His laugh was contagious, it was like something that triggered a domino effect to anyone who heard it, you just happened to be one of those people.

“I mean, I’m not the one that likes my scent.” You laughed with him and smacked his arm lightly with a grin that mirrored his. You saw how his tail was wagging around excitedly and shaked with each one of his laughs.

As the two of you laughed, you didn’t notice how Jihoon and Namjoon were somewhat conversing seriously. Their tails still, their gazes were neutral and close to cold. Jihoon’s arms were behind her back while Namjoon’s were crossed.

“You’re interested in courting Y/N to be packmate?” Jihoon said cooly and glared at Namjoon, close to baring her teeth at him. Namjoon simply nodded at her, keeping his stance and showing he isn’t scared of her.

“I’ll have you know, Y/N is my packmember in the pack of my girlfriend and I. You’ll need to get our approval first before you’ll be able to court him. You and your pack better be ready to work for it.”

“We are. My pack and I have already talked about it and we are ready to prove that we are more than capable of taking care of whatever Y/N needs.” 

“Then, we’ll be talking more about this later. When your pack is present and when my girlfriend is present. I’ll talk to Y/N if he’s interested.. And if he’s not..”

Jihoon was quick to move, grabbing Namjoon by his collar even if she was a few inches shorter, the two of them so close together. She made sure to push out more of her scent and to bare her teeth at him. Jihoon was going to show him who had the authority over you between the two of them. Jihoon was also smart enough to make sure the two of you were far enough away so they couldn’t smell the bitterness of her scent currently.

“You better fucking stay away, Namjoon.” Jihoon growled, before dropping his collar and walking away, back to their spot previously behind the two of you. “Good luck, dear pack alpha.” Jihoon mouthed at Namjoon before turning back to you guys and smiling at your interaction with Hobi. Jihoon could see the way you looked at Hobi, the same sparkle in your eye like when you had a boyfriend. Jihoon swore on her life that she will protect you no matter what and no matter what it takes.

“Well, I didn’t know it was already 7 in the afternoon.” You said while glaring at Jihoon, her chuckling nervously in return. “How the hell did we even stay here for 9 hours?!”

Hobi laughed while Namjoon just sighed. “Hobi and I can take you guys home with all the stuff you brought” He offered.

“Are you sure? I live kind of far from the mall.” You said dejectedly, truly you were grateful for the offer, but you were scared to burden the two alphas when you were sure you and Jihoon could find another way home. The alphas were quick to comfort you and pat you on the head, saying that it was more than alright for them to take the both of you home. Little did you know, they had started to smell the rain on your scent which in turn made them worried so they were quick to comfort you.

You watched as the two alphas haul all the stuff into the truck on Hobi’s car, which was a black Porsche Panamera GTS that has Jihoon absolutely awestruck while you were just making silly faces on your reflection that was on the car. The two alphas have succeeded in hauling all the stuff into the trunk, Namjoon’s strength helping well. 

“I’m calling shotgun!” Jihoon said with a grin, before looking at Namjoon with an unreadable expression. It was as if Jihoon was testing him, but you didn’t read too much into the situation. Opting to just get into the car and wait for the rest to also go in.

The car ride was fairly quiet, Jihoon and Hobi occasionally making jokes and talking about how each of them have been, and Jihoon telling Hobi what your address is. You occasionally heard a mention of a ‘Jungkook’ or a ‘Yoongi’ but you were sure it was probably just a coincidence. A lot of people possibly had that name anyway. You decided to just admire the outside, seeing either dozens of trees or dozens of buildings. 

The 4 of you had finally arrived at your apartment. The werewolf and fox quick to get out and bring all the stuff into the lobby and get ready to get on the elevator, you and Jihoon trying to help but the other two were adamant about letting the ladies do minimal work. Now you were in your apartment, organizing all the stuff while Jihoon kept Hobi and Namjoon entertained. You couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but with Jihoon’s chatty nature, you were sure she kept the two of them busy. Just as you finished putting the last piece of equipment into one of your cabinets, you rushed into the living room.

“I apologize if my apartment is a bit small and messy, I didn’t have time to clean it” You smiled apologetically at Hobi and Namjoon. “Jihoon also made a big mess.” Which was followed by a chorus of complaints from the ocelot and laughs from the fox and wolf. 

“Don’t worry about it bun, Hobi and I are about to leave anyway.” Namjoon said dejectedly, wanting to stay a bit more in your apartment. Hobi looked just the same as his pack member. “Namjoon needs to continue doing his nerdy things and I need to rehearse for a dance competition.” 

Your ears had perked up when you heard the word dance from Hobi’s mouth. He did look lean but flexible like a dancer. “Since the both of you are leaving, I’ll give you two my number so we can talk more and maybe hangout next time?” You smiled, hoping they’d accept and that the three of you would grow closer. Namjoon looked at Jihoon with a questioning glance, Jihoon responding with a nod. The two of them jumped up from the couch to copy your number and save it, after that they bid goodbye and left your apartment.

“They were really nice..” You whispered with a big grin, quick to drop onto the couch and giggle like a highschool girl with a crush.

“You like them?” Jihoon asked, looking up at her with a thinking face. You nodded. 

“I don’t know if they like me though, or even if their pack would want me in.” 

“Oh trust me ‘mega, they do like you.” She smiled while patting your head, careful not to brush your ears on accident. “They’re a 7 member pack, with only alphas.” 

You looked at Jihoon, shocked, and confused on why it sounded somewhat familiar.

“Their pack is interested in courting you ‘mega… I trust Namjoon and Hobi enough to let them court you, but Yuna and I need to talk to their pack first. Is that alright?” Jihoon said softly, you looked up at her with the happiest grin and eyes that held a big sparkle.

You jumped up from your position and tackled Jihoon from her spot on the couch, hugging her and squealing about how thankful you were. Then you started getting emotional, tears prickling and about to burst while your lips were shaking.

“Do you think.. Do you think they’ll be better than him? Do you think I’ll finally try love again?” You whispered while hugging Jihoon tight. You could feel her rubbing your back and comforting you to the best of her abilities.

“I know they’ll be better than him ‘mega, he never deserved you.. He was nothing but garbage and you were just too deep in it.” Jihoon comforted you, one hand rubbing your back and the other scratching behind your ear.

“Would you like me to get Yuna to come here and we’ll have a big cuddling sesh while watching netflix?”

“Yes please..”

Right now, you were walking home in the rain from your classes. There were only three classes that lasted around an hour and 10 minutes. You had your headset on, playing some piano instrumentals. Your left hand was holding the umbrella while the right was hugging your shoulder tote close. The rain wasn’t too hard but it was safer to not drive in the weather. The path you were taking was a path that not a lot of people took, not that it was those sketchy alleys, but it was more because it was a residential area that was mostly full of old people. 

As you walked, you noticed a man crouched and hunched over a box, he had an umbrella covering him and the box and he was seemingly trying to grab what was inside. That was until you heard it, you heard the whimpers of a bunny. The moment you heard it, you immediately sped-walk to the same box the man was huddled over, in fear and worry of what was wrong with the bunny.

The man saw you and was worried about what you were about to do, but when he got a glimpse of your rabbit ears, he knew it was better to let you do what you wanted. 

“Oh god, is the bunny alright?”

“I’m not sure, I just saw it out here while walking to the convenience store.”

You started to feel the worry bubble up inside you and you didn’t notice you started lightly thumping your foot. The man looked at you and you looked back. He had plushy lips and slightly chubby cheeks. You could see his leopard ears and his tail curled up underneath him, seemingly trying to avoid the rain. His dark brown and curly hair were a pretty contrast to his brightly colored ears. You then got hit by his scent, it was a smell of toasty wood, indicating he is an alpha.

“I feel like it’d be better if you were the one to take the poor thing home, I don’t think it would like being surrounded by me and my pack. Plus, you are also a rabbit.”

You nodded in response, putting your umbrella in between your armpit and grabbing the box and hugging it to your chest. It had a singular bunny, it was a black bunny that reminded you of your nieces and nephews. The leopard introduced himself as Jin and asked for your number, so he could ask for updates on the bunny and help take care of it. 

“It was nice meeting you Jin and I hope you make it home safely.”

You dictated your number before giving him a thankful smile and walking away, making sure to be cautious with the rabbit. 

After 10 minutes of walking home with the bunny, you arrived home and rushed to get inside your house. Texting Jihoon about the situation and deciding it’d be better if the bunny stayed at theirs instead of your home. Your home was too much of a mess from the wild baking you and Jihoon had been doing from last night while Yuna was watching. Jihoon was quick to arrive at your house, pick up the bunny and give you a nod of good luck. You knew she had a soft spot for bunnies and rabbits alike because her mate and her best friend were both one.

As you sighed and leaned back into the couch, you could feel yourself growing more weak and weak, and it felt like you couldn’t function properly. You tried to get up to get a glass of water, until your vision started to develop black spots and you just dropped.

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notes - sorry this took too long! but what do you think will happen to y/n now that he blacked out in his home? with no one to help?!

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[leohatter]

my prince | ksj

pairing: seokjin x male!reader

genre: fluff, bit of angst if you squint

warnings: implied homophobia

word count: 1.2k

‘’nooo, stay a little longer” seokjin whined, his arms wrapping around your torso as you tried to stand up from the bed. “ i have to go love. the ball is going to start soon so someone is going to come searching for you. “ you said, your hand finding its way in his hair, playing with the ends and trying to detangle it “ i know…” he pouted while closing his eyes

“ i’m so tired of us hiding. why can't we just go and tell everyone we’re together ?” he mutters “ i wanna go on dates with you and dance with you at every ball and hold you close every chance i get without being scared of anyone seeing us” slowly opening his eyes, seokjin looks up at your face, sadness visible in his brown eyes.

you sigh and lay back down next to him, your hand caressing his face “i know, i want that too darling, but…“ your breath gets stuck in your throat “you’re supposed to marry a beautiful princess, and have kids so they can take your place on the throne one day” you said, trying to mask your sadness with a fake smile.

he frowns and grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers together “but i don't want a princess. i want you. i need you” he said, a comforting smile making its way on his face. before you can react you feel the corners of your mouth turning up and heat engulfing your cheeks.

him and his damn contagious smile. his eyes sparkle at the sight of your smile and he presses a soft kiss on your lips “i love you my prince” he whispers “i love you too darling, but i need to get going” you chuckle. he whines before actually letting you go, snuggling back in the blankets that still smell like you while watching you pack your things and put your shoes on.

you give him one last kiss and a promise that you’ll see him tonight before leaving through the secret tunnel in his room, that he hid behind a small and moving bookshelf.

arriving home after sneaking through the forest to the village, you quickly greet your family before going to your room and changing into something more formal, doing your hair and putting on a bit of make-up. what ? just because he won't be able to stay with you doesn't mean he won't see you.

you put on your boots and the necklace that seokjin got for you for your birthday, jogging downstairs to join your parents and sister at the door. you watch the beautiful light-up castle as you approach it again, memories of your first time meeting seokjin flowing in your mind.

you were walking through the forest last year when you came across a guy reading. when he looked shocked at you after you commented on the book, you quickly apologized for disturbing him and explained that you’ve read the book already and couldn't stop yourself.

you spent a few hours chatting and getting to know each other better, only to promise that you’re going to see each other the next day. after a few months of meeting every day, you managed to catch feelings and finally confessed - you've been together for almost 3 months and you couldn't be more in love.

entering the big gates, you gazed at your mom, who was fixing your sister's dress and hair. your mom always wanted to be a royal, so when she heard about the prince marring, she went on about how your sister would be the perfect match.

you take a second to gaze around the ballroom as you enter, the whole village was there, along with some princesses and their family. you look around a little more until your eyes met his, the intense stare of his golden brown eyes making your cheeks heat up. his eyes widen with recognition and a smirk catches on his face as the looks you up and down.

you quickly look away and jog over to catch up with your parents who were looking for the table with your family name on it. the whole ball was boring, talking to the other families and listening to your parents brag about your younger sister - that until the dance time finally came.

the prince - seokjin - was going to dance with some girls for a few minutes, getting to know them better before dancing one final time with the girl that he was going to choose to be his wife. your breath hitched in your throat at that through.

is this the day you're going to lose the love of your life ? you knew what you were getting into when you accepted to be his boyfriend, having to watch him get married, but not to you. you watched as he lastly came to pick up your sister for their dance, his gaze hardening when he saw the sad expression on your face.

your eyes followed them as they got up and walked to the centre of the dance floor, their short dance filled with smiles and laughter. seeing as the small break before the last dance started, you let yourself zone out, looking down so you won't see your sister's smile anymore.

a few minutes pass by and you hear the music start again, signalling the final dance. you take a deep breath, trying to stop yourself from crying when the spotlights hit your table. someone holding out their gloved hand is accompanied by gasps and whispers. you lift your head and stare shocked at the bright smiling face in front of you.

"may i have this dance my prince ?" seokjin says smirking. before you can register, you lift your slightly shaking hand and put it over his warm one. he bends down and presses a soft kiss on the back of your palm before yanking you up and towards the dance floor.

you don't dare to look at anyone else, your gaze fixed on his back. he turns around, pulls you to his chest and starts dancing with you "w-what are you doing? everyone is watching. what about your parents-"you stutter, your eyes wandering around the ballroom.

he presses your bodies closer, his soft voice interrupting yours "I don't care what my parents say. I've always been told I have to find someone to love, someone who would love me back and who I want to spend the rest of my life with" he smiles, and with a nod of his head the music turns to a low volume, low enough for everyone to hear what he's saying.

like everyone else in the room, you gasp when you see him kneel on one knee and pull out a small box. "my love, you make me the happiest I've ever been. from the moment I met you, my life changed completely. you've shown me what love it's like and how is it to be loved. you've loved me without knowing who I was, and you didn't care when you found out. so, will you make me yet again the happiest man alive and marry me?" he smiles, the same warm smile that always makes the butterflies in your stomach dance around. tears flow on your cheeks like waterfalls as you nod your head aggressively, throwing yourself in his hands after he slides the ring on your finger

''you're an idiot" you mumble. he giggles and kisses the side of your head, his warm hands tracing thoughtless patterns on your back ''your idiot, my love''

#bts imagines #bts one shot #bts x male reader #bts jin #jin x reader #jin x male reader #jin x male!reader #jin #kim seokjin

[bangtanloverboys]

the harder the rain, honey. the sweeter the sun // ksj

summary - seokjin had the perfect plan to propose to you, but if only he could’ve predicted the weather

pairing - boyfriend!seokjin x gender neutral!reader

genre - fluff; established relationship au

word count - 492

warnings - nothing

author’s note - this is an old practice drabble i had hiding away, thought i might dust it off and post it

Seokjin really should learn to check the weather.

It was your’s and Seokjin’s 3rd anniversary together and Seokjin wanted to go all out with his proposal. He set up a beautiful picnic, on a gorgeous hill surrounded by wildflowers. He had picked out the ring ages ago, already knowing the perfect style for you (not to mention you dropped hints on it like crazy). Ring box in his pocket, beautiful lunch set up, with all your favorite foods and drinks. The date had started out perfectly, with the perfect amount of sun and clouds. Only for a mere hour later for it to start pouring down.

As quick as you could, you both rushed the basket and all the goodies back to the car, all while holding the blanket over you to keep you somewhat dry. Despite the attempt, you both ended up soaked to the bone. But the food was safe though. 

Climbing back into the car, Seokjin immediately started it, wanting to turn the heat up to get you dry once again. He couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed and as best as he tried to hide it from you, he knew you caught on to his sour mood.

“Baby, it’s alright. I still had a lot of fun!” You patted his shoulder, trying to cheer him up.

“I know, I know. It’s just,” he huffed, “I wanted it to be special,” he murmured. 

“Jinnie, look at me.” You placed your hand on his jaw, gently forcing you to look at him. “I love you. You never have to do anything special for me, for any reason at all. I just care that I’m with you, rain or shine.”

Your words had his heart jumping for joy. Leaning forward, he kissed you. Your lips were cold and still a bit wet, but it was a perfect kiss nonetheless. As he pulled away, he pondered a bit more on your words and with the ring box burning a hole in his pocket, he reached for it. 

“Don’t need anything special right? Rain or shine, you just want to be with me?”

“Yup.” You nodded.

“Alright, I just want you to keep that in mind.” Carefully he watched your face as he pulled the small black box from his pocket. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped as you slowly began to connect the dots. 

“No-”

“Y/N, will you marry me?”

You were stunned into silence for a moment. The only movement coming from you was your eyes as they shifted from the ring, to Seokjin, back to the ring. “Seokjin! Yes! Yes! A million times yes!” You practically screamed as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You pulled him in for a kiss. Your teeth clanged against each other but neither of you could care less.

Smiling as he pulled away, he lifted the box to you. “Want me to put it on you?”

“I already said yes, dummy!”

#btsghostie #seokjin x reader #kim seokjin x reader #jin x reader #kim seokin x gender neutral reader #seokjin x gender neutral reader #kim seokjin fluff #seokjin fluff #bts x reader #bts x gender neutral reader #bts fluff #bts x male reader

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

Pairing | Yandere Jungkook x Reader

Word Count | 1,542

Warnings | +18, smut dubcon(?), somnophilia, pussy worship, pussy eating, tongue fucking, fingering, male masturbation, Jungkook is desperately horny, cumming on her, body worship, breast/nipples worship, explicit language and descriptions, kidnapping, Jungkook is absolutely obsessed, this is not for minors.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | If she had paid attention earlier to the sin that dwelt behind those obsidian irises, she would never have trusted it.

If she had noticed earlier the devouring love that dwelled in his corrupt heart, she probably would have fled.

She had done none of that, and now she had to come to terms with her new reality.

➢ Author's Note | Third chapter of Happy Ending arrived, enjoy your reading, my dears 🥰❤

Chapter List - I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII - VIII / The End

That same night, a shadow wandered around the young woman's apartment. It had not been difficult to get there, as he had already thought, those windows were too old and easy to force, he could not allow Y/N to live in such a place. If a novice like him had managed to open the window facing the kitchen so quickly, then an experienced thief would have been able to do even better. He looked around, scrutinizing every nook and cranny, being very careful not to make any noise, noticed a pizza box on the table, with Coke cans scattered around, was very careful not to step on a single one - mentally cursing at the girl's mess - and headed for what he guessed was her room.

He opened the door slightly, which squeaked faintly because of rust, but that was not enough to wake the girl who lived in the apartment. Y/N must have been a very heavy sleeper, the boy thought. Jungkook was there for one simple reason, to take Y/N away and make her live a better life with him. Normally an art professor would not have made that much money, but professor was not his only job, he thought with a grin. The school's principal, Kim Seokjin, had his hands in everything, and someone like Jungkook was right for him. He then looked around, studying the environment to get an idea about his beloved's tastes, finding a variety of references to anime and manga, as well as books and flowers. Nothing that hinted at a passion for fashion, but of that Jungkook did not worry, he would see to it that she was dressed cute and perfect, just for the pleasure of his eyes.

Reaching just to one side of the single bed, he stared at Y/N sleeping blissfully with only part of the blanket to give her warmth, the tender lower lip protruded invitingly and Jungkook felt the urge to squeeze it between his teeth, tasting its softness. He shivered slightly when he took a flap of the blanket, pulling it aside. He slowly uncovered Y/N's body, revealing something that made the man's brain go haywire. Y/N slept in only a tank top and panties even in winter. It was a comfortable habit for the girl, but for Jungkook it was like a wedding invitation, literally. His eyes did not break away from the bare skin in the slightest while enough light filtered through the window to make that vision heavenly for him.

He slowly knelt down, a hand flew within inches of her calves, he did not know whether to touch her that way or not, she was not conscious, it would not be right, would it? The boy found himself gritting his teeth, it would only be a caress, a gentle caress. He gently laid his fingers on one calf, held his breath at the smooth sensation of her skin against his fingertips and continued with the slow ascent, felt his lips dry up when, having reached her knee, Y/N decided of her own volition to spread her leg wide, leaving a wide view of her intimacy covered by the blue panties, at which point Jungkook's blood concentrated in one spot. He took that sign as a Y/N response to continue. He climbed onto the bed gently, positioning himself right on top of the young woman, his hand opening on her inner thigh, the softest and most tender part of her leg, felt that buttery texture under his fingers and did the same with the other, thus bringing both legs apart for him, he sent down watering at that scene so erotic that it nearly drove him mad.

He felt powerful as never before in his life, he could do anything he wanted to her and she would continue to sleep blissfully. The young girl's tightly closed eyelids cast lash shadows across her cheeks, she was so serene in sleep that Jungkook found her enchanting, so much so that he leaned over her, stealing a sweet kiss on her cheek, in love with that pure little fairy of his. His. He watched for a possible reaction, but she continued to sleep. Not content, he descended lower, to the tender breasts enclosed in that wide camisole, lifted the pale fabric finding himself face to face with what, he knew, would become his favorite damnation, studied with hungry eyes the perfect color of those still soft and relaxed little buttons, barely touching with a finger the velvety, graceful circle of an areola. He trapped the tender nipple with his lips, sucking it tenderly inside his warm, moist mouth, felt it plump under the strokes of his tongue and found himself nibbling on it without too much pressure, sending small, sweet twinges to the young girl's sleeping body. Y/N, for her part, turned her head slightly, opening her mouth slightly in a moan that her brain could not fully register.

Jungkook cupped the other breast, stimulating it with the tip of a finger, squeezing it lightly before devoting his mouth to it as well, and the more he engulfed that tender flesh, the more his cock throbbed uninterruptedly in search of its dose of forbidden caresses. A pop resounded from the room as he let go of his grip on the young girl's now abused nipple, went down with moist kisses all along the girl's chest, with his sweet prey's breathing rising in response, thus reaching the lower abdomen licking a small trail around her navel, moaning silently at the taste of that skin that he would also have gladly bitten into, but he could not risk waking the girl up in the midst of his fun, so he merely descended lower and lower, reaching to the fabric of her panties. With the tip of his nose he pressed against her covered pussy, ecstatically inhaling the natural scent of her essence, he felt himself salivating and his own boxers got a little wet, he pressed his erection against the mattress moving slightly to give himself some relief, not satisfied he peeled back the fabric of the panties and almost thought he would come there on the spot. The rosy flesh of the folds opened under the pressure of his index finger, revealing the swollen clitoris and the sweet slit from which sweet transparent liquid was already leaking.

Jungkook gave a long lick that from the young woman's narrow entrance reached up to her clitoris, encircling it with the tip in a tender and insistent caress; on another occasion the boy would have cried out in the most bewitching pleasure, but he forced himself to enjoy that taste in silence. Y/N unknowingly thrust his hips into the man's ravenous mouth in a soft, slow rhythm that delighted Jungkook. That to him was the ultimate proof that the girl accepted his intimate attentions without regret. He used two fingers to stimulate the young woman's lit and pulsating clitoris, continuing with the tip of his tongue to penetrate the tight and wet slit, sucking the small quivering lips together with the unconscious girl's legs, continuing to poke and pull at that pearl now stiff and ready to explode between his index finger and thumb, teasing the soft flesh ever more insistently. "Mm... Ah...!" the girl's back arched slightly, exposing more and more of her intimacy to the boy, her body tried to keep up with that forbidden pleasure, in her mind Y/N was dreaming, dreaming of Jungkook and in her dream the boy was doing to her just what the real Jungkook was joyfully enacting in reality.

He willingly swallowed the young girl's fluids with yet another tongue caress, then replaced his fingers with the latter, cradling the pulsating clitoris in velvety lashings, penetrating the now-soaked entrance with his fingertips, the girl rigidly propped her feet up on the mattress, opening her mouth wide and frowning in a shrill howl, which was prolonged when her clitoris succumbed to extreme pleasure following a light bite from the boy, his teeth weakly crushing that taut pearl, now at the 'extreme and that gesture was enough to release its violent contained pleasure. Jungkook detached himself from Y/N's quivering body, lowering his pants and boxer shorts, took his already dripping cum cock in his hand and leaned over Y/N beginning to pump himself several times, ran his thumb over the scarlet tip increasing the speed of his thrusts, before pouring out a large amount of cum with a choked cry, smearing the girl's breasts and panties with the sticky white liquid. He looked at his work of art with devotion and affection, stroking his cock in an attempt not to let up again on those gentle discharges of pleasure, until it became completely soft again. He adjusted his clothes, retrieving tissues from the girl's bedside table to wipe off his semen, silently praying that the sweet, spicy taste of Y/N would never disappear from his tongue.

God, he would have taken her again and again on that bed, but he shook his head to himself , Y/N deserved better and wanted her awake when it happened. He wanted her to see with her own eyes how much love he would be able to give her.

#bts #bts fanfiction #bts smut #bts x reader #yandere bts #yandere bts x reader #yandere jungkook x reader #yandere jungkook #bts yandere smut #yandere bts smut #jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #yandere #yandere jeongguk #jeongguk x reader

[agustdakasuga]

The Way Of A Criminal: Chapter 1

Genre: Mafia!AU, Criminal!AU, Angst, Romance

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Your father was a stranger, you never knew who he was and what he did. But one day, someone knocks on your door, informing you of his passing. Now, you learn more about him, his life and the legacy you are expected to continue with the help of his 7 executives.

Story warning(s): This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed/gore, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking and gambling. This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. Please read at your own discretion.

“My condolences.” Someone wished you solemnly as they stepped up to pay respect. From your position on the straw mat at the side, you only maintained a straight face and bowed to show your gratefulness.

“Your father was a great man.” A lady smiled softly.

“I’m sure he was.” You replied. But her reaction to your statement made you purse your lips. You hadn’t intended to let that comment slip out. You recovered by straightening up and shaking her hand, gesturing to her to the food and beverage table.

Some people excused your attitude as your way of coping and mourning. But those people that knew the truth knew your indifference and emotionlessness was because you didn’t know the man in the coffin.

He was supposed to be your father, it says so on your birth certificate. But it also said so on the divorce papers your late mother had.

To you, he was a stranger.

You had just finished a long call with your classmates to discuss a group project that was coming up. You stretched your stiff arms over your head as you went downstairs to get a drink.

DING DONG

You placed down your mug and went to the front door. There was no reason for anyone to be here. You didn’t order anything recently.

“Yes?” You opened the door to come face to face with a suited male. He was good looking and you could tell how built he was despite his suit and coat covering his body. But you had never seen his face before.

“Nice to meet you, Miss. My name is Kim Namjoon-”

“I’m not really interested in what you’re selling, thank you.” You cut him off, ready to close the door. He held a hand out.

“Apologies, (y/n) sshi. I’m not here to sell you anything.”

“Wait, how do you know my name? I have never met you before.” You frowned, starting to get a little worried and cautious. This man looked like trouble but at the same time, you knew you couldn’t run from him. Where could you run to in your small house? Plus, he looked like he could catch you easily. You just took a step back, shielding more of your body behind your door.

“My name is Kim Namjoon. Unfortunately, I am here to inform you that your father, (y/l/n) (y/f/n), passed away early this morning.” He informed. Your eyes widened as your brain worked to process what he said.

“As his only child, it is only right for you to represent him during the funeral procession.” Namjoon said.

“I-I don’t have a father.”

“I was told that you may react that way. Here, this is for you. I know you never had a relationship with your father but he did think of you often and I know he would want you to be there for his final send off.” He handed you a folder.

“He’s a stranger. I know nothing about him except his name.” You tucked the folder under your arm.

“I understand. Your father did love you and miss you but there were circumstances that prevented him from contacting you all these years.” He gestured to the folder.

“Look, Namjoon sshi, I don’t have the money for a coffin, much less to book a funeral hall. I’m on my own, living off the savings my mother and I earned on our own.” You sighed in defeat.

“Don’t worry about that. My brothers and I have everything handled, as instructed by your father before his passing. All you have to do is be there. We were close but at the end of the day, you’re his only blood born child.” Namjoon said with a small smile.

“You work for him?”

“In a way. I trained and work directly under him.” Namjoon was brief in his explanation. You just stared at him, knowing that he was more than just an employee to your father.

“Have a nice day. I look forward to hearing from you, hopefully.” Namjoon offered you another respectful bow before turning to walk back to his car. You closed the door, leaning against it and heaving a long sigh.

So here you were, greeting people and thanking them for coming to a funeral of a man you didn’t even know. They probably knew him better than you did.

“Namjoon sshi. I’m going for a breather.” You went to the male, who was sitting with 6 other males.

“Sure. Make sure to get some food and drinks too.” Namjoon smiled and patted you on the shoulder. You stiffly nodded and walked out of the funeral hall. You entered the toilet to splash your face with water.

“What am I doing here?” You looked at your reflection.

“Just get this over with and go back to your normal routine.” You told yourself as you left the bathroom. Maybe you didn’t really know how to feel about your father since your mother never talked about him much. All you knew was that they got divorced when you were 2 years old. Were you supposed to resent and hate him? Or be sad that you never got to know him?

“Want one? You look like you need it.” A pale guy offered you a cigarette when you stepped onto the balcony for some fresh air. You recognised him as the stoic looking one in Namjoon’s friend group.

“No, thanks. I don’t smoke.” You shook your head.

“Suit yourself.” He rested his forearms on the banister, lighting his cigarette to take a smoke.

Guess you won’t have much fresh air. You turned around and headed back in. You didn’t have much appetite to eat but you did grab a drink, throat feeling hoarse from greeting people.

“My condolences. It must be hard losing your father. He was a great businessman.” An older man came to shake your hand.

“You worked with my father?” You asked politely.

“Yes, he worked hard to build his company and this legacy. He was hoping that one day, you would take over-”

“Mr Park! Come, help yourself to the food and drinks.” One of Namjoon’s friends whisked the male away before he could finish his sentence. You blinked in confusion, unsure of what was going on. Namjoon led you back to where your post was.

“If you need anything or need someone to take over while you take a break, let me know. My brothers and I can take over temporarily.” Namjoon said.

“Thanks.” You sat back down on the straw mat, making sure that the ends of your hanbok were straight.

“Thank you for coming.” You bowed to those who came to pay respects.

You looked over at Namjoon and his 6 friends who were also tending to guests and speaking to them. They were obviously not real brothers but you could tell how close they were. The guests seemed to know them fairly well.

They were your father’s children more than you were.

“That girl is really his child?”

“He has never mentioned having a child before. Is she just after the inheritance?”

“Look at her. She doesn’t even care or have an ounce of grief knowing her own father has just died. That’s cold hearted.”

Of course, you were a new, unfamiliar face. You heard all the whispered comments that were being made about you. It didn’t help that Namjoon insisted you wear the band of the chief mourner, that itself signified your highest rank in your father’s life. You didn’t blame the gossip, you would find it suspicious too if a child of a deceased only appeared at their funeral.

“The girl can’t possibly be taking over his company, right? I think he would have willed it to Namjoon. He is capable of taking care of the company in his stead.” An older lady said.

“All the boys are capable of taking over the company. They have been trained by him and cared for by him.” The man she was with replied.

“Yes, they can definitely help it to grow to be even more successful.” She giggled lightly.

"We will be having the final rites before moving to the burial site.” The funeral director came. There was a moment of silence as the final rites were performed. The director held out your father’s photo to you.

“I shouldn’t...” You hesitated.

“Please, (y/n) sshi.” The director looked at you with pleading eyes, as if he was scared of anyone else holding the photo. You chewed on your bottom lip, reaching out with shaky hands.

“Thanks.” You whispered, holding the photo in front of you. Namjoon and his 6 brothers stood on either side of the coffin, lifting it up.

“Right this way.” You walked in front, nestling your father’s photo in your hands. As you walked passed, all those in attendance of the funeral bowed their head respectfully. They walked behind the carried coffin. When in front of the hearse, you stepped aside for the boys to load the coffin into the hearse.

“It’s okay, Hobah.” You watched as the smaller, pale man comforted his brother that was crying. Even the tough looking, tattooed one was crying and being comforted by the others. You couldn’t find it in you to shed a tear of feel sad.

The rest was a blur. The ride in the luxury car to the burial site, all the expensive cars riding behind the hearse. You kept to yourself, keeping your head down and not attempting to make any conversation.

“Goodbye.” Was all your uttered as you tossed your flower down onto the descended coffin.

“Thank you for coming.” You stood with the 7 men, bowing as the guests all retreated to their cars to leave the cemetery.

“The company is in your good hands.” The guests all told the 7, mainly ignoring you. You stared at the mound of dirt that would be turned into a nice grave with a headstone soon.

When your mother died, you did everything on your own. There were no visitors, no fancy send off and no one to help you. You had her final rites in the hospital where she passed and paid for her to be buried immediately. Your mother was an amazing woman, she deserved all this as a grand send off, not your father who abandoned you.

“(y/n) sshi.” Someone grasped your arm.

“Taehyung!” Namjoon called out as you yanked your hand away, as if his touch burnt you. The man’s eyes widened at your reaction, he had no ill intentions and even wanted to try to comfort you.

“I’m going home.” You muttered and walked down the path to the road.

“Let us send you home. It would be hard for you to get a bus or cab here.” Namjoon offered. You nodded your head and sat in the car.

“(y/n) sshi, can we pick you up some food before dropping you home? You barely ate at the funeral home.” The one that sat in the passenger seat of the car you were in asked.

“No thanks. I just want to go home.” You requested.

“Of course.”

The car pulled up in front of your small, two storey house. You stepped out and looking up at the house.

“Before you go, (y/n) sshi. This is for you.” You were handed a thick envelope. You didn’t need to open it to know that it was money inside. Probably all the money from the funeral visitors.

“Keep it. It’s not my money. You guys paid for everything so split it amongst you all or whatever.” You held it back out for them to take.

“You’re your father’s child, you should be the one to have it-”

“Look, let’s just stop. The man that was just buried is not my father. The day he left my mother and I, he stopped being my father. To me, he’s just a stranger that I’d rather not know about. I couldn’t cry for him like you could, I feel nothing for him.” You sighed.

“If he wanted me to know him, he had all these years to come back. I wouldn’t have to see my mother shoulder everything on her own because he was prideful or selfish.” Your voice wavered at the memory of your mother.

“He regrets that. He hates that he could only be your parent in his death.” Namjoon said gently.

“No, I only have one parent and I already buried her, two years ago.” There was so much bitterness in your voice. You turned away and entered your house, locking the door shut.

Like the day Namjoon came to deliver the news, you sat with your back to the door. You heard the roar of the luxury cars come to life and fade away as they drove off. Finally, your sobs and tears fell freely.

It wasn’t fair that the man that easily upped and left is celebrated while you and your mother were left to fend for yourselves. The only regret you had was not being able to do better for her when she tried her best for you to live life like any other kid. You worked any job that would take you but you still couldn’t buy her lavish gifts for Mother’s Day and her birthdays.

The day your mother collapsed, you had never been the same. You blamed yourself, she collapsed from the exhaustion. Her body was so weak that death came quickly.

When you buried her, you buried your heart with her.

“Ugh.” You got up, going to shower and change out of the mourning hanbok. You placed everything into a paper bag, throwing it into your closet.

“Hi, can I order two soups, please? Yes, two bowls of rice.” You ordered with the nearby restaurant. If you were not cooking, you usually ordered 2-3 portions of food at once, keeping the extras in the fridge to save on delivery fees.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Delivery!” You went to the door. The man held out the packets of food to you and you handed him the money.

“Have a nice night.” He bowed and went off on his motorcycle. Just as you were going to close the door, you looked at the envelope on your door step. It was the one with the funeral money. But unlike earlier, there was now writing on one side of it.

‘You don’t have to spend it, you can donate it. The money doesn’t belong to us. If you ever need anything, contact us.’

Stapled to the envelope was a business card. It was white, the company name ‘Bangtan Enterprise and Exchange’ printed in gold font. The other side of the card had one number on it. There was nothing else on it.

“Bangtan...” You read out. You placed the food on the table and put the envelope aside, no intention on using the money.

“Thank you for the food.” You began eating. You had placed your laptop in front of you, some mindless show playing to fill the quiet space with some sort of noise.

‘Dear student,

We would like to extended our deepest condolences to you and your family upon hearing your family member’s demise. As per school protocol, you have been granted 3 days of school leave.

- School administration’

You just saw the email sent to you by your school administration. How did they even know if you didn’t tell them? Plus, you never registered a ‘father’ in your school records. Whatever, now you had 1 extra day. Maybe you could spend the whole day sleeping tomorrow since you have been thrown into this emotional rollercoaster and have not slept for 2 days.

“I’m so full.” When you were done eating, you did the dishes, put the extra food into the refridgerator and went to your room to do some studying.

‘(y/l/n) (y/n)’

You remembered the folder Namjoon gave you when he first arrived at your doorstep. Pulling out your chair and sitting at your small desk, you undid the string and poured all the contents out.

“Omma...” You picked up one of the photos. You were a baby in your mother’s arms, the photo caught the both of you mid laugh.

‘My beautiful girls.’

The handwriting was not your mother’s so you guessed it was your father’s. There were pictures of them together, before your mother was pregnant and some while she was pregnant.

The only one that was carefully wrapped in plastic was one of your father carrying you after you were just born. In the plastic, with the photo, there was a folded letter than fell out. Your name was written on it.

‘My dear (y/n),

If you are reading this letter, it probably means that I am gone. Namjoon and the others have been instructed to give this to you only when I pass. Only because I am a coward that cannot face you and your mother after everything I have done.

I know after so many years, no excuse or reason will ever make up for my absence. I deserve to be hated and resented by you.

(y/n), if I could have been there to witness you growing up into such an amazing person, I would have. I would have given up the world to have you and your mother with me.

But I know I cannot be selfish. I cannot jeopardise your safety and risk putting you and your mother in danger. I’d rather live away from you than to know I am the reason you or your mother get hurt.

Every day, I think about you. How I wish I could speak with you and hug you, tell you I am sorry and that I missed you.

It has not been easy hasn’t it? You and your mother having to fend for yourselves. Your mother is just as tough, not wanting to receive any help from me, wanting to singlehandedly raise you, care for you and put you through school. I am confident that she raised you well, to be just as strong and independent as she was.

I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you that though, how amazing of a woman your mother is. I will always love her with all my heart, I’m grateful to have her as my partner and soulmate.

While I may not be there to make up for my absence, if you or your mother ever need help with anything, please contact any of the boys.

To ask you to be there at my funeral was unfair of me, I am just a stranger, you probably barely know what I look like. But please just let me be selfish one last time, I just want to see you one last time before I leave.

I’m sorry, (y/n). I don’t deserve to call myself a parent, much less your father.

- (y/f/n)’

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[jjksblackgf]

cater to you | ksj (m)

pairing — kim seokjin x reader summary — Seokjin likes to get pampered by his partner. He’s also a fan of the ponytail trope. He thanks heavens everyday for dating someone who knows what he likes. genre — smut, established relationship au rate — 21+ word count — 1.2k warnings — explicit sexual content, ponytail trope, teasing, masturbation (male receiving), oral sex (male receiving), facial

You sat down in your living room, cozy on your fluffy rug that was filled with cute stickers, and many pictures of your boyfriend. Since you both decided to celebrate a DIY-style Valentine’s Day, you concentrated on making him a cute card with all the knowledge the internet had to offer on arts and crafts.

After a couple of hours, the results were in. You made a decent card. You were in rough shape, but the results were worth it. A little tired, you put everything away in your crafts box, and lay down on the rug, scrolling through social media.

You’re a little surprised when you hear the turn of the keys at the front door. “I thought you said you were going to your house tonight,” you say, barely looking up from your phone.

“I was, but I didn’t feel like being alone tonight,” Seokjin says, with an unexpected tone of voice. Through your peripheral vision, you see him take a seat on your couch.

He was looking at you, your body, when your eyes laid on him. The tiny smirk on his face told you all you needed to know. Once he looked into your eyes, you could feel the warmth in your stomach. And just like that, you perked up. The exhaustion left your body in a heartbeat.

“Well, what shall we do?” you ask, slowly crawling closer to him before kneeling in between his legs.

“I have a few ideas,” he shrugs, sitting more comfortably on your couch while making a point to thrust his hip forward. He stretched his arms to interlace his fingers behind his head, his smirk a little wider now.

“Okay then… What do you want me to do first?” you ask seductively, tracing your hands up his torso, taking his shirt off in the process. Your lips meet for a few seconds, and when his fingers reach your hair, it sparks an idea.

“What do you want to do first?” he jokes, making you giggle.

“Well, I think I’m going to need my hair up for this…” you bat your eyelashes at him, and his smirk is now a full smile.

You go into your bathroom for a hair tie, and you could put your hair up right then, but what’s the fun in that? After coming back to him, you ceremoniously place your throw pillows where your knees will reside and don’t break eye contact while tying your hair.

You use his thighs as support while positioning yourself, and his breath is caught for a second. He always tries his best to hide his excitement, as a way to keep control of the situation, but you know how to break him down.

You kiss him again. An intense and sloppy kiss, before kissing your way through his jaw, neck and chest. You up the intensity and duration of the kisses when you reach his abdomen, moving slowly, trying your best to drive him to desperation.

After reaching your destination, you look up at his face. His eyes are slightly widened, his lips parted and his chest rising and falling at a faster speed. He’s eager. You caress his thighs through his jeans, from his knees making your way to his crotch, already anticipating his deep sigh.

You reach his zipper, unzipping it slowly. You look up at him again, in search of eye contact, and he doesn’t hide the lust in his eyes. His pants travel down his legs, and through his black boxers you see his bulge growing in size. But that isn’t enough for you. You want him rock hard.

The palm of your hands caresses his inner thighs, and he moans in both impatience and anticipation. His fingers reach your cheek, and he traces his thumb across your lower lip. Being your alluring self just as he likes, you connect the tip of his thumb to the tip of your tongue, and he sighs heavily.

“Stop being a tease, will ya?” he asks, his voice worked up.

“But I love being a tease,” you joke with a taunting smile. “I love building up that anticipation in your stomach,” you explain as your fingers meet his abdomen, slowly drawing circles. “I want you to feel that yearning,” you explain, your voice whispering dramatically, “I want you to wait for me. Wait for my lips. I want you to forget your name. I want nothing but desperation and exhilaration when the tip of my tongue circles the…”

“Enough!” he growls, brushing his hand across his hair. What a pretty mess. “Can you please just…” he whispers, without the courage to finish his sentence.

“Pardon?” you ask innocently, trailing your hands back into his inner thighs, making sure your hands didn’t touch his growing bulge. Almost ready. The conceited smile gave your tricks away. 

“Can you… UGH!” he explodes. “Do I have to say it?”

“Say what?” you bite your lower lip and bat your eyelashes. It’s just too easy. But he’s in the mood to give into it.

“Can you… please… suck me off?” he closes his eyes, probably to hide his excitement from you.

“Oh… that,” you giggle. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” 

You know that you can’t get away with that much more teasing, so you take advantage of the little time you have. Using your thumbs, you start to draw circles by the sides of his bulge, traveling up with each circle. Once you reach the waistband of his boxers, you take your sweet time taking it off, unveiling his, already throbbing, dick.

“Shit,” you whisper. His veins are prominent from expectation. He’s erect just the way you like it, and you can almost see the precum at his tip. Now you’re the one salivating. 

Without much ceremony this time, you lick his shaft from the base, moaning as you reach the tip. Seokjin moans too, and his voice sends your stomach through a loop. You envelop his dick with one swift movement, and you can’t contain your moan as you draw back. You buried your face in between his thighs a few more times, losing the patience you had for slow movement. 

After an impressive spit trail between your lips and his tip, you used it as lubrication for your hand. You massage his length up and down a few times, but you wanted your mouth on his dick again and so did Seokjin. You rested your hand at his base, securing his cock in place as you wrap your lips around him one more time. Your gag reflexes started to show up, but you persevered, going faster and faster.

You used your tongue to your advantage, making its presence known as your head went up and down.

“Oh, shit,” Seokjin says. He grabs the base of your ponytail and guides your head as he moans. You let him lead this way, concentrated in applying enough pressure with your tongue. His guidance gets faster, and his moans get louder and louder. You can guess he’s close. 

You’ve barely changed your technique, just removing your hand out of its resting place at his base, allowing your mouth and tongue to shine. “Fuck, I’m close,” he whispers. With a loud pop, he removes himself from your mouth and uses his hand to finish. Not wanting to stand idle, you lick his balls. He hisses again, and just as you close your eyes, you feel the heat of his release on your forehead and cheek.

“Damn, I’m really good at this,” you joke.

“Yeah, but I think now it’s my turn to make you squirm.”

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[kjsnugget]

Jimin x Male Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Warnings: mentions of depression and negative thoughts

Please let me know if I missed any warnings!! Request are open!

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Light knocks could be heard from his bedroom. You knocked delicately as if the door itself were fragile. Well aware many may be sleeping in the house you remained quiet as you waited for the door to open. You were greeted by Jimins unamused face, he simply moved aside to let you in. He took in your outfit he would never admit that he loved your fashion sense but he did. The way you paired colors together so elegantly while still looking casual and comfortable. You never failed to look good in whatever you had decided to wear.

When you turned around you gave him one of your breathtaking smiles that made him want to disappear. Your frame was smaller then he was the height difference highly noticeable. You stood in front of him excitedly as if you were a child on their birthday. You had news to share although you wanted to tell your brother first he didn't seem to be home at the moment. Before you could get the words to come out he had disappeared into his room.

You never understood his resentment towards you. Trying very hard to build a relationship with one of your brothers best friends had left you hurt many times. Your brother was your world and he wanted to share his world with you. He had introduced you to his friends a long time ago. Each of them had studied you and learned your behavior and one by one they loved you. You had become one within their group of friends who they cherished. All of them loved you except Jimin.  After trying for so long eventually the patience you had stored away bled out.

While waiting for your older brother to come back home you decided cleaning would help distract you from time. Making your way around the home you gathered all the mess you laid your eyes on. Soon the mess was no long existent as the house sparkled.  "He isn't home yet, I should cook dinner" once again your mind had began to run. You decided to make a simple dinner for them as they hadn't been grocery shopping in a while. "Dinner is almost done now maybe Jin will be home" you kept your thoughts to yourself as always.

The sound of the lock turning made your excitement go up again. Laughter filled the home as your brother walked in with with everyone. Their smiled widened when they noticed your small frame in their kitchen. "M/n I wasn't expecting you today, have I kept you waiting long" you shook your head as words failed to come through due to excitement. He sensed your excitement as his mind started to race thinking what has you so excited when it finally clicked "you got the it?” His smile grew as you nodded. He couldn't be more proud of you and how far you come in your career. "I'm so proud of you! I can't wait to see you perform!" He had engulfed you in a tight hug lifting your feet off of the ground.

The others congratulated you each of them hugging you and expressing how proud they are. "I made dinner! It's not much but I wanted to celebrate with you guys" they smiled at you appreciating you for always being so kind. "Thank you M/n we all appreciate you, is Jimin home yet?" Namjoons voice was deep and calm as he spoke "he is actually in his room I believe, he let me in earlier" Jin showed a small frown knowing how his friend acts towards his brother hurt him as well.

Jin didn't want to ruin your celebration and simply informed Jimin dinner was done and to come eat. You all sat at the long table emmersing in a conversation about your upcoming performance "so M/n when is the performance?" Hoseok asked as he ate the meal you prepared "it's next week I'm super excited I got you all tickets already" surprised by your answer of the time frame Jin couldn't help but ask "that's so quick you've choreographed your dance already" shaking your head you smiled "it's freestyle I've chosen the song but my dance will be whatever feels right in the moment" they couldn't express how happy and excited they are to see you perform.

After dinner they helped clean and you gave each of them one by one their ticket to your performance. Jimin had once again made his way to his to his room. You quickly tried to catch him "Jimin!" His body has turned to face you as your happiness began to shrink and the anxiety began to take its place " um I know you might not care but i would love if you came I understand if you don't want to" you handed him the ticket and he let a small shrug fall from his shoulders and went to his room.

Once again you became hurt by his rejection "if his rejection to friendship hurts this bad I don't want to feel the pain of rejection of my feelings for him" you stood in place as the pain wouldn't let you move. Your brother knew how you felt as he noticed when you first met how your eyes sparkled when you first seen Jimin.  Why Jimin was so hurtful towards you was unbeknownst to him. He tried not to ruin your night and brought you back to the couch to play games with all your friends.

The day of your performance had come quickly the 6 men had dressed nicely in suits to make their appearance to your first show. They had tried asking Jimin to go but he refused. Not wanting to break your heart more they kept the information to theirselves. When they arrived at the venue they took their seats in the front row and waited for the lights to dim. While they waited Jimin took a seat near the back of the auditorium. He couldn't bring himself to miss your first performance under any circumstances. He never said it but he was proud of you. He never said but he loved you. He never said but you made his world better. He never told himself he was good enough for you. In his mind he wasn't.

Soon the lights dimmed down, your figure appeared. Laying on the stage the music began to fade in. Your choice of song was interesting it had little to no words. He examined as your body flowed across the stage. Moving in sync to the song like the oceans tide moved at its latest hour. His eyes never met yours he focused on your movement, the story you told as you danced, the emotions you threw in his direction were overpowering.

When the show ended you were back on the floor the curtains closed and cheers erupted from the audience. Knowing this was only the start to your career Jimin felt his emotions become uncontrollable. He felt the slight sting in his eyes as he watched you embrace your brother and his friends receiving multiple praises.

Forcing himself to turn away from you he made his way to the door. He never meant to hurt you, he never meant to love you. He believed loving you would only hold you back. He believed he wasn’t good enough to let himself love you and be loved by you. Before he could slip out the door he felt a tug on his sleeve "you came.." your voice sounded raspy as if you'd been crying.

Once again he faced you instead of a smile, their were tears rolling down your cheeks. Your eyes had become red and puffy. You held onto his sleeve hoping he would stay. You couldn’t help they way you feel, you can’t chose who you love. All you could do was let your love be, trying to force love to happen or to disappear will only make it harder to control. He studied your face looking for answers to his questions. His answer laid in your eyes, he saw the heartbreak, the love, the pain, the hope in your eyes. You did in fact hold love for him. No words were said as he pulled you into him. He held you close slowly he felt your arms reach around him as you hugged back. You both had stayed there ignoring the world surrounding you in the moment nothing could distract either of you from now

When you finally pulled away you noticed the same feelings you held onto in his eyes. Finally after what felt like forever he finally spoke to you. This time with kindness, his words were raspy due to the tears. He congratulated you and asked for forgiveness for how he treated you. You would be lying if you say you forgive him. Forgiveness takes time, forcing yourself to forgive someone never resolves the issues, it only lets it linger on until you snap. Admitting it would take time you both agreed to take things slow.

Deciding to get lunch together would be a nice way to start things off you both met up with your brother and friends. As you headed to dinner Jimin had decided to learn to control his thoughts. His thoughts, self doubt had controlled him for quite some times, held him back from great opportunities. He no longer wanted to miss out on his life he was willing to put the work and effort into making himself better to be better for not only him but for you, friends and family. Never again would he let negative thoughts keep him from something great like you.

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[male-reader-haven]

☾.✴˚˖⁺✦{Curtain Call}✦˙⊹˚✴☽

A very short read of Jin saying his goodbyes before leaving for his military service.

This is me coping. It's okay to cry, I definitely cried while writing lmao. We will always wait for our Worldwide Handsome. Just you guys wait, these 18 months will go by fast <3

Tags: Kim Seokjin x gn reader, fluff

Warnings: Sad, but also hopeful, so don't worry!

You can hear the door open and close gently and his soft footsteps behind you. You have your head in your hands, forcing the hot tears behind your puffy eyes to stay put and the hitch in your throat to go back down. You feel his weight sink the bed slightly more as he sits down next to you.

"Y/N..." Jin starts.

"I know." You lift your head and look at the light in your ceiling, hoping it will dry your eyes before Jin notices. You take a deep breath. There is a short silence.

"Y/N, listen..." Jin puts his hand around you and on your shoulder. "I want you to know that I want to do this. I need to do this."

You find it in you to smile and turn to him. "I know, Jin. I'm so proud of you." That feeling catches in your throat again and you have to immediately avert your gaze. "I-i'm so... happy..." A tear escapes despite your efforts to hold them back.

Jin smiles sadly and takes his right hand to lift your face back to him. "Hey now, I'll be back. It's not like I'm dying or anything."

You let out a light laugh. "I know Jin. I'm sorry, its just..." You choke on your words. "I-I'm not ready for you to go." The tears are streaming.

"Sure you are." Jin cups the side of your face. "I've trained you for this moment." He jokingly uses a deeper voice, imitating the cliche movie voice of a master who has trained their apprentice. You let out a laugh and sniffle.

"Haha, yeah..." You bring a hand to your face to wipe your eyes. Jin shifts in the silence next to you.

"Y/N, can you do something for me?" His voice wavers slightly, different from the lighthearted tone before. You turn to meet his gaze.

"Of course. What is it?"

"Promise me that you'll be here. When I come back, I mean." He smiles, but the twitch in his lip betrays his worry. "Promise me that you will stay healthy and take care of yourself while I can't. Please? For me?" Jin holds your face with both of his hands. His eyes glisten as he looks into yours, reflecting his genuine intent. You sniff and nod your head.

"I'll be here. I promise." You lunge forward and wrap your arms around his neck. "I'll wait forever." You feel Jin's body shake for a moment before he gives out and hugs you back, arms squeezing your torso.

"I'm going to miss you so much." Jin's voice breaks, making your heart sink. After a moment of mutual sobbing, you both break away from the hug and stand up, facing each other.

"Y/N, I mean it. I won't be here to make sure you take care of yourself." His face is serious, even as his eyes are red and puffy.

"You won't have to worry, I promise." You hold onto his hands, reassuring yourself just as much as you reassure Jin. He smiles.

"Right." He sighs.

"You have to promise me something now." You look up at him. "You have to promise me you will take care of yourself too. Drink water, get good rest, don't get sick, and come home safely." You feel the tears again. "Come home safely to me, Jin, okay?" You hug him one more time. He holds you close and sighs into your shoulder shakily.

"I will. I promise." You break away a second time and Jin clears his throat. "Hey now, it will go by in no time. I'll be back before you can even miss me." He smiles at you, trying to fix the sad atmosphere.

"But I miss you already!" You laugh.

"Ah, my calculations must be off." You both laugh. It's bittersweet, since you know what comes next.

"Jin, I love you. Forever." You stand looking at him, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Jin smiles sadly and wipes a tear off your face. "I love you longer." You watch as he walks towards the door. "You'll be okay, I know you will."

"Jin, wait-" You call out with an outstretched hand. Jin pauses and turns back. You stall for a moment.

"Y/N?" He questions.

"Just... you forgot this." You kiss your fingers and blow the kiss towards him. He smiles and catches it, putting it to his own lips.

"You stole my signature move!" He hesitates, the smile falling from his face. Then he pulls himself together, smiling again. "Now, it's curtain call time." He bows exaggeratedly elegantly before finally turning and closing the door behind him. You watch out the window as Jin, the man who taught you to love yourself, walks away.

"Goodbye, Kim Seokjin."

~~~~~~~~~Timeskip~~~~~~~~~

Jin checks his watch. 5:34 A.M, June 15th, 2024. Anxiety sits in his stomach as he exits the car. He stands and stares at the apartment building for a moment.

What if they don't recognize me? What if they don't love me anymore? What if they moved on?

He shakes the thoughts from his head and forces himself to walk inside the lobby.

The elevator ride up to the flat is agonizingly long. He glances at his watch again. 5:38. Y/N should be getting up for work around this time. He felt the anxiety in his stomach again.

Will They really be there waiting for me? What if something happened?

He quickens his pace after the elevator lands on the correct floor as he makes his way down the aisle. He stops at a door with the familiar number marking it's door. He gathers up all his courage and knocks three times.

Nothing.

He panicks for a moment, then regains his composure.

Calm down Jin, it's early. They might just be sleeping in.

He knocks again, this time a bit louder.

"Y/N, you home?" He anxiously calls out.

"Jin?" A familiar voice from behind him makes his heart flutter. He turns around to see you drop your groceries and fly into his arms.

"Y/N... I thought you forgot about me..." Jin sobs into your shoulder, not holding back his tears.

"Remember what I told you?" You hold onto his face with both of your hands. "I'll wait forever."

Jin grins. He is home.

Send me suggestions on what to write next! ~ <3

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[sopebubbles]

Hobi's babies

Pairing: bulletproof heart!hoseok x seokjin x reader

Wc: 10k

Warnings: threesome, oral sex: male and female receiving, vaginal sex, lots of dirty talk and pet names. I'm probably forgetting some things bc its been a while and i dont have time to reread this bitch, but nothing crazy.

Happy Thankstaking everyone!

A/n: So i sat down to write last night and instead just cried bc im too tired. But i didn't want to get your hopes up for nothing, so i went into the vault for this unreleased piece of filth. This one is for those of you who have stuck around since Bulletproof Heart. But if you didn't read that series, I think you can still enjoy this bit of debauchery.

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Hoseok sucks harder on Yn's neck, relishing in the little moan that he pulls from her lips when he does so. He'd been too overwhelmed by the scent and the heat of her to behave while they watched a movie--now long forgotten--in her bed on Saturday afternoon. Yn’s nails drag down the skin of his back under his shirt. He's warm, too, as his body pushes down on hers. Heavy breaths from his mouth wash over her skin as he continues kissing her neck, traveling slowly down to her collarbone. Her lips find his shoulder where his oversized t-shirt has left his skin exposed. Hoseok grinds his hips down between her legs, letting her feel the distinct bulge in his pants over her covered core, which she knows is already sopping wet.

This has been getting worse recently. Not just with Yn and Hoseok either, but with Seokjin, too. It's been harder for them to keep their hands off each other. And harder to stop. That's why Yn made a doctor's appointment last week to get birth control without telling her mom what it was about. Because she didn't know how much longer she could resist both Jung Hoseok AND Kim Seokjin. Not that either were pressuring her, not purposely. But with two beautiful, sweet boyfriends, who would want to resist? It's certainly proving difficult right now, with her legs wrapped around Hobi's hips.

His hands find their way under her shirt—well, it's actually Jin's shirt that she's had for months. His fingers brush against her skin as he pushes the fabric up. Hobi pulls back so he can move down to kiss her tummy, his hands holding firmly to her ribcage as he covers her skin in kisses. When his lips press just below her breast, he knows he has to stop. He sits back on his heels, bringing his hands to rest on her bare thighs.

"This is getting harder," he tells her, heavy breaths raising his chest.

"Something sure is," she smirks, eyes glancing down to the tent in his sweatpants. He rolls his eyes and delivers a slap on her thigh as he sighs.

"I guess maybe we should talk about this."

"Talk about what?" She asks even though she already knows. As she sits up, her shirt falls back down to her hips, and Hobi frowns as she moves mere inches away, even as his hands remain on her legs. He waits until they're both settled and comfortable before he replies.

"We told Jin that no sex would happen until we're comfortable, so I think we should talk about it. Honestly, it's all I can think about these days, but I don't want to pressure you."

Yn touches her hand to his cheek. "Hobi, I don't feel pressured. I feel the same way, actually. And I'm ready. I want my first time to be with you. But…"

"Jin."

Yn sighs. She doesn't want Hobi to feel like he's not enough, but she knows they can't forget about Jin either. "I don't want Jin to feel left out, at least not from the conversation. Maybe he's not ready yet. And if he's not, I don't think he'd make us hold back, but we need to know either way. And if he is ready…" Yn looks away to the floor beside her bed, but Hobi takes the hand on his cheek as she begins to fall away and places a kiss in her palm.

"It's not how I imagined my first time, but I love both of you, and it would be amazing if we all had our first time together."

"Let's see if he's back from visiting his grandma then," Yn smiles and reaches for her phone. The two go back to watching the movie they had abandoned after Jin says he'll be home soon.

>>

Jin smiles fondly when Yn opens her front door wearing his shirt, which is big enough to almost completely cover the pajama shorts she's wearing underneath.

"I like your shirt," he chuckles as he enters.

"Thanks. It's my favorite. A very sweet boy gave it to me once when I was sad," Yn recounts after she’s closed the door. Jin wraps his arm around the small of her back and pulls her close. His other hand cups her cheek and strokes it gently with his thumb.

"He must like you very much," Jin whispers, "to give you his favorite shirt."

"I never knew–" he cuts off her words with a kiss, somehow gentle and passionate, leaving her breathless when he releases her.

"Hobi's here?" Jin wonders, to which Yn only hums and takes him down the hall to her bedroom. "Hey babe," he greets the younger boy with another soft kiss on the lips as he joins him on Yn's queen sized bed.

Meanwhile, Yn sets about turning on various lights around her room to illuminate the space that had grown dark as she and Hobi lazed about all afternoon. Finally she comes to sit on the bed with them, a nervous smile stretching her lips as she completes their triangle, all three of them facing in toward each other. Jin rests his hand on Hobi's thigh while his other hand reaches for Yn's.

"You wanted to talk about something. Is everything okay?" Jin looks between the two of them. They both feel anxious but excited. Neither feels uncomfortable, having grown accustomed to Jin's need to talk things out but also always feeling calmer in each other's presence.

"Everything is great. Wonderful, actually. We just wanted to discuss something… important." Hoseok looks at Yn for a way to continue, finding the words difficult to locate. It's not any easier for her, so she chooses the most obvious ones, pushing them out in a rush.

"Hope and I had a talk earlier, and we think we're ready to have sex."

"Damn, babygirl. That was very to the point," Hobi laughs.

"And we wanted to know what your feelings were on that subject…at this time," she stutters, losing her confidence with Hobi's reaction.

Jin's eyes are wide as dinner plates. When they'd messaged to say they wanted to talk, he wasn't sure what he could expect. Of course, he considered the obvious negative possibility, but he didn't think it was likely. He hadn't even thought of this. Not that he hadn't thought of it lately. He was struggling to keep his hands off his boyfriend and girlfriend just as much as they were. It would be difficult for any hormone-fueled eighteen-year-old boy to hold back from being intimate with their significant other, and he had two that he not only loved very much, but who were also insanely attractive. Jin cleared his throat before he opened his mouth to utter a simple, "Oh."

"Of course, if you're not ready, that's totally understandable." Hobi places his hand reassuringly over the other boy's and gives him a gentle smile.

"Yeah, Jinnie, whatever you want, we'll completely respect that," Yn adds.

Jin's eyes soften, and a new smile spreads across his face. It's amused and enamored. He takes his hands out from both of theirs, and for a moment, their hearts race with panic. He turns first to Hobi to grab his head and give him a firm kiss before he releases him to do the same to Yn.

"I love you two so much," Jin sighs happily. "And I'm glad you brought it up because I don't know how much longer I could carry on like we were. I'm ready, too. Especially if it's with you."

All three of their faces are transformed by bright smiles expressing both joy and relief. Yn can't help leaning forward to throw her arms around both their necks, and neither fails to respond by nuzzling into her neck.

"Wait. Hold on," Jin interrupts their warm embrace and pulls away, allowing Hobi to pull Yn into his lap. "Don't pout," Jin teases when he sees the frown on her lips. "I just want to know what we're talking about right now. Are we talking about all three of us? You two? Me and Yn? Me and Hobi?" Jin is clearly starting to get into his head about it as his eyes drift away from his partners. Yn and Hobi smile at each other as they watch him become flustered over the permutations.

"We were thinking we would like us all to have our first time together," Hobi admits.

Jin's mouth hangs open, midway through a thought. "Cool. Yeah. Sure. A threesome for my first time. Cool."

Yn clamors from Hobi's lap into Jin's to take his face in her hands, forcing his eyes to meet hers. "Jinnie, it doesn't have to be. If you're not okay with that, it doesn't have to be. You know we won't pressure you or do anything you're uncomfortable with."

Jin's broad shoulders relax under her gaze and her softly spoken words, and he smiles again.

"I'm never uncomfortable with you, heart." He leans forward to give her a peck on the lips and then looks at Hobi, who's watching them lovingly. "Of course all three of us should be together. I wouldn't want it any other way."

"You're sure?" Hobi asks, weaving a hand into Jin's soft hair.

"Of you two? I'm very sure," he replies, pulling Yn tight. Then his head snaps up with an idea. "Wait Yn, what about you? We should talk about birth control and-"

Yn stops his wheels spinning once again, this time with her hand to his mouth.

"I've taken care of it. I've been on the pill since last week."

"That means we could, hypothetically… today…"

"Get over here, babyboy," Hobi interjects, aggressively pulling Jin's face to meet his own in a rough kiss.

Yn slowly backs out of Jin's space, enjoying the sight of her two boys kissing, as she always has. She leans back into her pillow to take in the view, fingers rubbing her mound firmly over her shorts.

"Fuck, I really like that," Jin admits when Hobi releases him, fingers still locked into his hair.

"Feels good to be Hobi's baby, doesn't it?" Yn muses, to which Jin hums.

"What do you think you're doing all the way over there, babygirl?" Hobi asks, coming toward her with devious intent in his eyes.

"Waiting for you, daddy," she replies, loving the flash in his eyes and the teeth-baring grin, not to mention the low growl from his chest, at the use of that name. Once again, Jin is left staring in surprise as Hobi devours her mouth until the younger boy holds out his hand to him, inviting him to join.

"Come on, babyboy," Hobi smirks, and leads Jin's hand to Yn's bare leg when he gives it. Jin comes up onto his knees, following his hand up her body until his eyes look into hers once again.

"Tell us if you want us to stop," he says in a voice just above a whisper.

"I don't want you to stop," she assures him before she pulls him in to join Hobi in kissing her neck.

Jin's hand reaches the apex of her thigh and cautiously slips under the fabric of her shorts, fingers wrapping around her to give her a squeeze. Her legs fall open when he does so, and without thinking he lets his hand travel over her clothed pussy, causing her to breathe in sharply from surprise before her hips lift, just slightly, to meet his palm.

"You really want us, don't you, babygirl?" Hobi asks with his lips against the shell of her ear.

"Yes," she hisses in response when Jin finds the sweet spot on her neck. It's still tender from Hoseok paying extra attention to it earlier. That boy's teeth are now nipping at her ear lobe instead, causing her back to arch away from the bed as his hand glides over her stomach, stopping hesitantly just under her breast. She can sense how he's holding back before entering that uncharted territory. She's not wearing a bra and he's never felt her like that before, but she wants him to, wants to feel his large hands on every inch of her.

"Hobi, please. Please, touch me," she begs breathily.

"Fuck," Hoseok sighs into her neck at the sound of her whining. He'd give her anything if she begged like that.

In a second his hand cups her breast, gently pressing the supple flesh with his fingers. His thumb grazes over her nipple, dragging the most beautiful moan from her lips that travels straight from his ears to the growing bulge in his pants. Jin's hand, which has still been rubbing gently over her panties, follows his curiosity up to her chest. Finding her softness beneath his shirt, he gently pinches and rolls her peaked nipple between his fingers, making her squirm with pleasure. The two boys pull away to share a mischievous grin.

"Sit up, princess," Jin instructs thoughtlessly, the other two smirking at the new and unexpected pet name. "What?" Jin shrugs. "That's how I intend to treat you."

Yns smile grows as she follows his orders and when the two boys grip the hem of her shirt she raises her arms to allow them to strip it off her body. Instinctively, she pulls her arms back in to cover herself. Hoseok tsks.

"Don't hide from us, beautiful. You'll make us sad," Jin coos, pulling her wrist gently away and placing her hand on the back of his head. "We want you, too."

His mouth meets her skin once again, placing kisses of appreciation all over her chest before honing in on his original target. Yn's fingers slip into to Hoseok's hair as well, just as she whispers the other boy's name when his teeth capture her nipple, and he realizes he's been staring at her face this whole time, utterly awestruck that he's found himself in this situation with someone he loves so entirely. Still his eyes don't leave hers as he lowers his head to find her other peak with his tongue, not until her eyes slip closed in ecstasy. The boys smile slightly at each other as they listen to her moans. Their hands meet over her navel, fingers searching one another's skin for contact as they give her pleasure.

Yn can feel the jolts of electricity shooting straight to her core with each lick and kiss, only making her want them more, wishing they'd find their way to where she needs them most. But she doesn't want to be greedy or to rush. She wants to make them feel good as well, yet when her hands find their hips, touch their skin, both jump up in shock. Yn pouts.

"Angel," Hobi starts without knowing how to finish. Jin stutters. Yn pouts harder.

"It's not fair. You get to touch me and see me. What do I get?"

The boys look at each other before looking back at her and both slowly remove their shirts so they're all equal. She should be prepared for Hoseok's physique at least. She's seen him without a shirt before, at the pool and on other occasions. But it's been a little while and he hasn't been dancing so much, so she didn't expect to find such a well defined stomach on him. She can't seem to stop her fingers from gliding over his smooth brown skin, taught over the muscles of his abdomen. She sits up and leans forward in order to plant soft kisses all over his chest.

She's not the only one admiring him though. The boys look each other up and down, drinking each other in. And while Yn's mouth explores Hobi, theirs meet in a lustful, excited kiss. Jin's fingers in the other's hair pull him desperately closer, pushing his warm, soft tummy against her in the process. Finding herself unintentionally caught between them--a position she has come to find she loves-- Yn simply giggles and turns her kisses to the skin of the other boy. Her hands skim the waistband of each boy's pants. Both boys freeze once again as she palms the growing bulges inside of them.

Acting in unison as always, as if through telepathy, they swiftly take her hands and push her back down onto the bed, holding her hands hostage above her head. Jin's lips capture her own in a rough kiss, while Hobi's slowly work their way down her side, from her breast, over each rib and down to her own waistline. His fingers hook around the elastic and then he pauses. After a second yn tears herself away from Jin to look into Hobi's eyes. Reading the unasked question there, she nods confidently. She wants nothing remaining in between them, no barriers. She already knows she belongs fully to both of them, and she feels fearless in that conviction. Jin distracts her once more with his plush lips against her jaw as she lifts her hips off the bed, allowing Hoseok to pull her shorts away and her panties with them. Now fully exposed, the air seems colder around her, causing her legs to close involuntarily and goosebumps to raise on her skin.

"It's okay, babygirl. I'll take care of you," Hoseok promises, lips brushing the skin of her inner thigh as he spreads her legs apart. He sighs at the sight of her, wet and plump already from hours of anticipation. "Jinnie, baby, she's so beautiful," he coos. "So perfect."

Jin wants to see for himself, wants to take in all her perfection, too. But it's hard to tear himself away from her kisses. Hobi takes one of his hands from Yn's breast to coax him.

"C’mon, babyboy," he urges. "I want you to see before I ruin her."

Jin pulls away and she misses him already, but he still has one hand gently massaging her breast so he hasn't left her completely. As he moves down to her lower half he pushes her leg to the side so he can see her.

"He's right, princess. You are so pretty. So perfect for us." Jin murmurs as he strokes her thigh, not daring to touch her yet. Yn feels her cheeks heat and redden at their praise, but neither notice as their eyes fixate on the essence coating her slit. "She looks so sweet, daddy."

Hobi hums as his fingers graze her skin, swollen with arousal, and she shudders at his touch. The kisses he leaves on her move closer and closer to her core. His eyes look to the side, to Jin. "You want to taste her?"

Jin only nods as he watches the other boy. Tentatively, Hobi licks his tongue over her outer lips, breaking the seal at her entrance and they see her open up a little, enough to see how wet she truly is. Her moan is music to Hobi’s ears and all the encouragement he needs to have another try. This time he gets closer, sure to collect some of her juice with his tongue, getting his first real taste of her. He hums and takes another, licking from her hole to her clit. He turns his head to his partner and grabs Jin by the chin, pulling the boy's him and pushing his tongue into his mouth to let him taste her. Their sloppy kiss parts with both smiling, and Hobi guides his elder's mouth to Yn's heat. Jin fights off the voice telling him he has no idea what he's doing and takes a lick of her folds before closing his mouth on her clit and sucking gently. Yn's hips lift, begging for more while Hobi watches, lower lip tortured between his teeth as one hand strokes Yn's thigh and the other Jin's head.

"You're doing so great," he praises both of them, although he has very little idea himself. There's simply a sense of joy filling him up as he watches his two lovers.

"Our girl is amazing," Jin agrees as he pulls away, his lips wet with her, and allows Hobi to take his place again. Hoseok probes his tongue around her dripping hole as Jin works his way back up to look at her face. "You're so good, sweetheart. Did I make you feel good?" He asks, in need of reassurance.

Yn smiles widely at him, her eyes heavily lidded already from the pleasure he and now Hoseok have given her. She grips his neck and pulls him in to kiss her, tasting herself all over his mouth, but she doesn't mind. She simply wants more of him, more of everything and everyone. Hobi’s tongue finds her clit as her hand searches for Jin's waistband. He gasps when her fingers find his hardened length.

"Please don't pull away from me again," she begs in a whisper, eyes locking. "I want you, Jinnie. Unless you don't-"

A smile twitches at his lips. "No. It's okay," he assures her. "I'm nervous, but I want you, too."

"I'll be gentle," she promises as she slowly pulls down his pants to liberate his cock. Hobi's mouth never leaves her, but he watches on with curiosity and anticipation as Jin's thick, hard cock is released. Yn looks down at him breathlessly before she takes him in her hand again, delicate fingers barely managing to wrap nervously around his shaft. She knows she'll be destroyed by him later, but it excited her more than it scares her. Hobi pulls back from Yn's core to run his finger along her folds.

"Bet we'll have to stretch her out nice and good before she's ready for you, babyboy," Hoseok grins, but Jin hardly hears him as Yn strokes his length slowly with her soft hands. Hobi massages his fingertip over her wet entrance before pushing slowly in and hearing her take a sharp breath. He pauses inside of her.

"Did I hurt you?" He asks, eyes softened. Yn merely shakes her head, the slight discomfort not worth stopping for weighed against the pleasure of having him inside of her at last.

Jin cups her cheek in his hand. "Tell us if it hurts, love."

"I'm fine. Please don't stop," she pleads, smiling softly up at him, but Hobi doesn't move again until he receives a nod from the other boy. He bends his finger experimentally inside of her, feeling her walls tighten around him and the soft spot just beyond her entrance.

"So fucking tight and warm, babygirl," Hobi hums as he removes his finger from her, spreading her arousal all over and gently rubbing her clit. "We'll have to take our time with her, Jinnie."

"That's okay. I've got all the time in the world for our princess," Jin tells him in a shaky voice, struggling to concentrate with Yns continued ministrations.

"Do you want to try something, babygirl?" Hobi asks quietly.

"What?" Yn responds without her eyes straying from Jin's.

"Suck Seokjinnie's dick, baby," Hobi suggests, much to Jin's surprise.

"N-no, you don't have to do that, sweet girl," Jin stutters. But Yn looks at him gleefully.

"I would love to, Jin. Please let me."

"Please let her, Jin. I wanna see how pretty she looks with your cock in her mouth," Hobi encourages as he continues to tease her clit.

"Only if you're sure, Yn," Jin stalls, but she is already grabbing at his hips to pull him closer. He manages to rid himself of his clothes completely before he scoots closer to her on his knees, as close as he can get to her. He takes his hard cock in his hand and strokes himself several times before he slowly guides the tip to her mouth. She leans in to meet his head with a soft kiss, her hand touching his gently as she reaches to take control. As he lets go, she sticks out her tongue to swirl around his smooth head, getting a taste of his precum when she licks him. She looks up at him with large doe eyes, seeking his approval and finding him already coming undone, with his eyes nearly closed as he looks down on her and his mouth hanging open. His hands rest on his hips, unconsciously pushing slightly forward to give her more.

"Take his head in your mouth, babygirl. You can do it," Hoseok instructs, watching from below. His middle finger plays at her hole again, coating the tip in arousal. "Use lots of saliva, baby."

Yn does as she is told, closing her lips around Jin's girth. She sucks gently, gathering spit in her mouth, and it draws a choppy sigh from him.

"I'm sure she's so good," Hobi muses with a kiss on her leg as he pushes his finger into her again and she moans on the other boy's cock. "Let me see that spit, baby." Yn pulls off to let him see the strings of saliva connecting her to Jin. "Fuck, you're doing great, angel. Spread it around with your hand and stroke his cock. Jinnie is such a good boy, too. I want you to make sure he feels as good as you feel. Can you do that, baby?" Hobi asks, curling his finger inside of her.

"Yes, sir," she moans, sending a chill down Hoseok's spine. She takes Jin in again, deeper this time and begins to bob up and down, lathering his shaft with spit from her tongue and stroking the rest of his long cock with her hand. Once all his shyness has left him, Jin's fingers find their way into her hair, pushing it back away from her face.

"Jinnie, if she's doing well you should tell her."

"Mm. You're doing… so well… princess," he manages to get out through his haze, but he means it completely. Nothing has ever made him feel so good, and the image of Yn below him, her wide eyes leaking tears as she takes him into her throat, the saliva gathering around her lips, makes it difficult to comprehend anything else. She's so beautiful in this lewd act, one he'd never dare to imagine with her, but Hoseok is talking to him and he knows he should listen.

"Do you think she deserves another finger, babyboy?"

"Mmm, yes," Jin groans. "Have to stretch her pretty pussy so she can take me."

Hobi grins, surprised by his frank dirty talk. "You wanna fuck our little princess?" Hobi spits into his hand and pushes in another finger. It's a very tight fit, even for his slender fingers, but yn opens her legs wider for him, eager for more as he stretches her.

"Yes. She looks so pretty with my cock in her mouth, just think how pretty she'll look when I fuck her." Jin drags his fingertips along her hairline, admiring her face, and takes hold of her jaw, fucking into her a little deeper. Yn can only try to relax and take what she's given as she continues to look into his eyes, transfixed by his words.

"I'm sure you're right, but I want to have her first," Hoseok announces. "Is that okay, baby?"

"Whatever you want, daddy," Jin agrees, reaching out for Hobi with the same hand to brush his hair out of his face.

"And my other baby?"

Yns mouth releases Jin with a pop, and she pants, her lungs burning for oxygen but she doesn't mind at all. She looks into his eyes while she answers but her hand still strokes Jin lazily. "Whatever you want, daddy. I'm yours. Completely."

"That's my good girl," Hobi grins. "But first, babygirl, you'll have to take more fingers, and you're going to have to cum for us. You can do that, can't you?"

"I think so," she answers hesitantly.

"I'm sure you can, angel," he murmurs supportively as he lowers his mouth to kiss above her clit.

"Jinnie, there's something I want," she whispers.

Jin leans his face closer to hers and kisses her red lips. "Anything you want, princess."

Pressing her lips to his ear she whispers again. Jin smirks back, pleased with her request, and leaves her with one last lingering kiss before he gets off the bed. Hoseok is lying half way on his side, his hips pushed up on one side by his bent knee to accommodate his erection. Jin comes to sit on top of him, straddling the leg that lays out straight behind Hoseok. He slides his hands over his skin from his lower back up toward Hobi's shoulders, massaging gently as he goes. Pressing his chest onto the other boy's back, Jin latches onto his neck with his mouth, knowing exactly where Hobi's most sensitive spot is. The smaller boy moans onto Yn, adding an extra layer of pleasure.

"We're lucky, you know?" Jin whispers in Hobi's ear as his hand snakes around to his chest, rubbing his nipple gently.

Hoseok's mouth falls open to ask, "why's that?" in a breathless tone before his tongue returns to Yn, his two fingers never ceasing their movement inside of her.

"Because Ynie is so beautiful and sweet. And she loves us so much."

"Yes," Hobi breathes as one of Jin's hands travels down over his abs, his teeth pulling at Hobi's ear. The large hand slips down between his warm skin and the elastic of his boxers, finding purchase on the boy's hard cock.

"And she wants us to feel good."

Hobi whines, feeling undone by the unexpected contact. "Is that what she whispered in your ear?"

"Something like that," Jin responds.

"Jinnie," Yn whines, both from the pleasure Hobi is still giving her and from how long Jin is taking to complete her request. Jin's mouth travels down Hobi's back leaving a trail of sloppy kisses as his fingers curl into Hobi's waistband.

"What are you doing?" He wonders.

"My lady wishes us all to be equals," Jin responds as he slowly removes the younger boy's clothing.

"Is that so?" Hobi looks back up at the girl's face above him. She looks back at him through cloudy eyes.

"Mhm. She wanted to see what she has to look forward to. And she wanted me to pleasure you, too," Jin tells him as he takes a firm hold of his partner's long, veiny cock once again. "Can I make you feel good, too, daddy?" He whispers to Hobi as he kisses his cheek.

Hobi loses himself in the ecstacy of the boy's touch. Not just the hand on his hard, throbbing member, but also Jin's chest pressed against his back and the cock rubbing gently against his ass as Jin moves his hips subtly. He forgets entirely about Yn's clit, but it's only a moment's interruption, as Jin's tongue is there to take his place. He can't say how long the moment lasts--minutes or hours--before a small voice breaks through the haze.

"Daddy?" Yn calls gently, half sorry for asking for his attention at all when she was enjoying the euphoric expression that graced his features. Hobi clears his throat and looks back up at her, the doe-eyed expression on her face calling him back to her.

"Yes, angel?"

"I want another finger."

He finds the meekness with which she asks endlessly endearing, and he's happy to oblige. "Of course. Jinnie?"

"Hmm?" He responds, opening his eyes again after devoting himself so entirely to his tasks.

"I want those pretty lips around my cock while I make Ynie cum," Hoseok commands, regaining his composure and his sense of control. Jin merely smiles in response and repositions himself to do as he's told, but not before he's pulled into a rough kiss. Hobi pulls his fingers out of Yn's pussy and puts them into his mouth, licking the essence of his fingers and replacing it with his spit. She takes his three fingers with a groan, fingers fisting around the sheets beneath her body. "You still okay, angel?" He asks as he rubs his thumb in circles over her clit.

"Mhm," she responds quietly, holding in a breath as she adjusts to the pain. It's more than she was expecting, but she knows it's necessary to get what she wants and it will go away soon. She's distracted by the boys below her moaning and props herself up on her elbows to see them.

Jin and Hoseok are tangled in each other, the younger one twisting at the waist to give the other access while Jin lays between his strong thighs. His long fingers wrap around the base of Hobi's cock, his thumb rubbing smoothly over the thick column underneath, while his tongue moves fluidly around his head and shaft. Jin wraps his lips around his pulsing head, leaving both his partners breathless. As she watches Jin take in more of Hobi's length, Yn clenches around Hobi's fingers, drawing his attention back to her. In addition to feeling her, he can see the way she's watching Jin's actions, both admiring and taking mental notes.

"Babyboy, I think Yn likes watching you suck my cock," Hobi smirks. "What do you think, babygirl? You like what you see? Or are you jealous?"

"Fuck," Yn moans when Hoseok gives her his mouth again, sucking her whole bud between his lips before rubbing his tongue quickly over her. "Jinnie is so pretty," she manages, her love agreeing with a hum. Jin's eyes look up to see her watching him, her hands clutching her breast, thumbs teasing her own nipples. Jin pulls away to rub the tip of Hobi's cock over his tongue, letting Yn see his full length and how it glistens with his spit. Then he takes the other boy back in, deeper than before, until he chokes. "Mm, Hope, Jinnie is such a good boy," Yn moans.

In response Hobi fucks her faster with his fingers, his tongue rubbing faster, as if to tell her that he agrees, and that they're both very good. She falls back onto her pillows as his actions push her onward, the tension inside her building until her hips begin to writhe beneath him and she cums with a cry.

"Fuck, Hobi. She's so pretty when you make her cum," Jin, who's never taken his eyes off her face, moans. Hobi's mouth releases her and his fingers slow as he presses soft kisses around her throbbing lips and quivering thighs.

"So pretty," he agrees. He pulls his fingers slowly from her, leaving her feeling empty, and comes to hover above her face, licking up her sticky essence. Jin moves forward as well, to clean up the mess Hobi left behind with his tongue. Hoseok brushes her hair back with gentle fingers and looks lovingly down at her, checking her eyes and face. "How do you feel?"

"Great," she smiles, still feeling dazed.

"You're bleeding a little. Are you sure you're okay? I didn't hurt you?" She can see the real concern in his eyes, even though they both know it's to be expected.

"I'm fine, Hobi. You made me feel so good. I loved it." Yn's eyes darken as they glance down and her fingers grasp his erection. Hobi's smirk returns.

"You want my cock, babygirl?" Yn bites her lip and nods. "I want you to say it."

"I need your cock, daddy," Yn whimpers, melting beneath him. He presses his lips to hers passionately, brushing her hand aside as he strokes himself.

"Get on your knees," he orders. Without a word to him, Hobi gestures for Jin to go to the head of the bed. Once he's claims Yn's former place he takes her her face in her hands to kiss her

"Did you miss me?"

She nods and smiles before she turns her head to kiss his neck, starting a trail that leads over his collarbone to his chest. His soft moans are interrupted by the sound of Hobi's hand falling harshly on Yn's ass. She yelps and turns back to look at him, but he's already rubbing the spot gently. He grabs her hips and pulls her further down the bed and thus further down Jin's body until she's hovering just above his thick cock.

But she doesn't have time to think about that just yet though, because Hobi is rubbing the tip of his cock around her entrance. He holds her steady with one hand on her ass while he uses the other to guide himself into her wet pussy. A moan slips past his lips when he feels how tightly she's wrapped around his head and he doesn't give her any more, slipping back out a moment later. He rubs over her soothingly once again. Jin smiles at her gently to ease her mind. He reaches out to touch her face, thumb brushing her bottom lip and she licks him, taking the digit into her mouth. Hobi pushes into her again, awed by how amazing her wet walls feel as they grip him while he sinks deeper into her as slowly as he can. Yn whimpers, looking Jin in the eyes as her own brim with tears. Jin leans forward to take her face again and kiss her.

"You're doing so well, princess. Daddy's gonna treat you so well." He glances up at the other boy's face, his eyes nearly closed as he looks down on his lovers. "You have no idea what you're doing to him, love."

She can't resist looking at him over her shoulder, pleased with the look on his face that's turned slightly toward the ceiling.

"Do you feel good, daddy?" Hoseok bows his head, his eyes opening a little more so he can see her more clearly.

"I feel incredible, baby. Your pussy is so tight. So wonderful." He groans, fighting the urge to move, but she does it for him, pushing her body forward slightly, meeting Jin in another kiss. This makes Hobi chase after her, pulling her back by her hips. She moans loudly when he thrusts into her, harder and deeper than before. He didn't mean to. He just got excited. He pauses briefly before he hears her one little word.

"More," she pleads and pushes Jin back onto her pillows.

The two boys smile at each other as Hobi begins to move his hips, slowly at first. Long, even thrusts evoke soft moans from her, and as she adjusts, she has attention to return to Jin's still hard cock. Despite the lack of attention he's turned on by seeing them fuck, admiring their bodies in the process. It's like a private show just for him. Yn licks her lips and waits patiently with her tongue out, ready to receive him as he guides his cock to her. She takes him down happily as Hoseok quickens his pace. Jin lets his head fall back when he feels himself hit Yn's throat. The wet sounds of yn gagging on his thick cock turn both boys on even more, and there's no holding back now as they both thrust into her. She's never imagined feeling so full and complete as she is now with the two boys she loves buried deep inside of her. The fingers of one of Jin's hands knot into her hair, keeping her head down, while the other hand laces his fingers with hers. Hobi's hand lands on her ass with another smack.

"You're doing so good, baby," Hobi moans. "You both look so good for daddy. Fuck, I love you both so much," he groans, feeling himself come closer to climax but not wanting this to end.

"Are you gonna cum inside her, daddy?" Jin wonders, noticing the desperate look on the other's face. Hobi grabs onto Yn’s arm and pulls her chest up, tearing her away from Jin who watches breathlessly at the strings of drool dripping from her mouth as she was unprepared to move. He strokes himself as he watches Hobi pull the girl flush against his body, one hand holding her by her breast while the other turns her chin and grips her neck, still fucking her passionately.

"Should I fill her up with my cum, babyboy?" Hobi asks as he stares into Yn's hazy eyes. "Maybe you just want your turn?" he laughs.

"No. It's just that I want you to feel good, and I wanna taste your cum in her pussy," Jin admits, stroking his cock faster at the thought. Hoseok feels his own cock twitch at the suggestion.

"Play with her clit for me, babyboy," he instructs before attaching his mouth to Yn's, swallowing her moans as he continues to fuck her. Jin licks his fingertips and begins to rub her sensitive bud as he comes to his knees before them, their skin brushing, heat rolling off of all of them. It's only then that he notices the sweat that's begun to roll down her body, a rivulet dripping from her neck down between her breasts, and he laps it up happily before he latches onto her nipple and sucks hard while he continues rubbing circles around her clit. Her second orgasm crashes over her, creating spasms through her whole body and when she clenches around him, Hobi can't hold back any longer, coating her walls with his warm cum. She can barely hold her body up, but luckily she has two boys to help her. Sandwiched between them, she lets her head roll back onto Hobi's shoulder and he takes the opportunity to kiss her exposed neck.

"Are you sure this is your first time? Because you seem to know exactly what you're doing," she whispers through the aftershocks as he continues small thrusts inside her, milking himself dry.

"I promise," he tells her between kisses. "I've just thought about it a lot. And then, some things just occur naturally."

Jin has stopped rubbing her clit at least, but his hand hasn't gone far as his fingers rub the base of Hobi's cock. He can feel the sticky mess they've made together thats already leaking out of her and he gathers some on his fingers.

"Open," Jin tells her and she leans her head forward, obeying without question and allows him to shove his fingers in her mouth, lapping up the tangy mixture with her tongue. When Jin pulls his cleaned fingers from her mouth Hobi pulls her mouth back to his, licking his tongue deep inside to get a taste for himself.

"Mmm. You good, babygirl?" He asks gently, pressing his forehead to hers as he strokes her hair. She nods and hums, incoherent and a little tired. "You're incredible. I love you," he murmurs with another softer kiss. Jin gently pulls her mouth to his.

"You've done so well, princess. Do you want to take a break?" He asks in a soft voice, assuring her it's okay. She shakes her head and wraps her arms around his broad shoulders.

"I want you, Jinnie," she smiles happily.

His hands travel up and down her sides as he responds. "Not quite yet, sweetheart," he tells her and she pouts. "Don't be sad. I just want another chance to taste your sweet pussy again, that's all. Then I swear my cock is all yours." He unwraps her hands from his neck and gives each a kiss before he lays back flat on the bed.

Yn looks back at Hobi, unsure of exactly what she is supposed to do. He kisses her temple and pushes her forward by her hips, his considerable length slipping from her messy pussy.

"Go on, babygirl. Give him what he wants," Hobi encourages as he pushes her up Jin's body until Jin is able to lead her the rest of the way, until her heat is hovering just an inch above his face.

He uses his tongue to clean her up, licking between all of her folds, soothing her skin in the process. When he's decided she clean enough and she can only keep herself upright by holding onto to the headboard, he wraps his hand around her thighs and pulls her closer, where she has no escape as his tongue explores her core, probing so to eat up every drop of Hobi's cum that he can and rub against her g-spot. She begs for mercy he won't give. Her legs shake and she whimpers, but Jin gets a surprise of his own when he feels Hoseok's hands around his shaft, his tongue and lips following close behind.

"Fuck, Jinnie, your so big," Hobi praises between lavish licks. "I hope you don't hurt our sweet girl," he smirks. Hobi continues to suck him for a minute longer while Jin sucks unforgivingly on Yn's clit, until suddenly an arm wrapped around her waist pulls her away. He centers her hips over Jin's.

With one hand stroking her hair, he holds the other infront of her mouth. "Give me some spit, baby," he commands. Yn spits into his palm and he does the same before rubbing their mixture on Jin's already saliva covered cock. Hobi rubs the round head of Jin's cock against her clit a few times before he aligns him with her entrance. Yn pushes herself down to take him in, biting her lips to muffle the cry leaving her throat as he stretches her more than ever before. She's only ever had her own fingers.

"Ynie?" Jin calls her attention with his gentle hand on her thigh. "Are you okay?" She merely nods her head.

"It's okay, babygirl, take it slow," Hobi tells her quietly. "Jinnie's cock is all yours. You can take your time, right Jinnie?"

Jin's head is clouded with the pleasure of her tight walls around him, but he nods and strokes her thighs soothingly. "I'm yours, baby, no rush," he agrees. He's worried about her, terrified of causing her pain. But he knows she knows she can stop anytime, that no one would be bothered. She wants him and he can see it in her eyes when she looks down at him.

Yn let's herself sink further on his cock until she's taken all she thinks she can. Her legs are burning though and she leans forward over him before she dares to move. Slowly she rocks her hips, gliding carefully up and down his thick cock as Hoseok watches, stroking his own while his other hand caresses her curves.

"That's it, babygirl, just like that," he encourages.

"God, you feel amazing," Jin sighs as she moves above him. His hands take hold of her hips and guide her movements as she gets used to how full she is of him and tries to keep a steady rhythm.

"There's so much of you, " she smiles as she moans.

"But it's all yours," he reminds her, lifting his head to give her a kiss. Jin's hand slide up her slick back to hold her still as he moves his hips, fucking into her faster, making her cry out in pleasure to the beat of his thrusts. Hobi jerks himself off as he watches him fuck her harder, her screams of ecstacy adding to his arousal. Knitting his hand into her hair he pulls her back up, and standing, shoves his cock past her lips. He holds her head in place so he can fuck her mouth, even as she continues to moan for Jin. Yn holds her hand out for Jin and he takes it, pulling himself into a sitting position as well. Yn pulls Hoseok's cock from her mouth and pushes him into Jin's, who sucks the other boy graciously. Cradled into Jin's hips still, Yn fucks him slowly with smaller movements. Jin removes his mouth from Hobi only for a second so he can share him with Yn. Their tongues and lips glide in unison along his long shaft, caressing each vein as Hoseok throws his head back, guttural sounds of pleasure escaping from his throat. He leans forward again to be able to look at his two precious lovers, doing everything they can to please him as Yn cups his balls in her small hand and Jin gently rubs his taint.

"That's so fucking good. Mmm you're so good," he whimpers.

Yn pushes Hoseok's cock back into Jin’s mouth, watching him take the other boy's long member down his throat while she grinds her hips in circles on him.

"You hear that? You're such a good boy, Jinnie. You make daddy so happy. And you look so sexy doing it. Fuck-" she moans as she sinks deeper on his thick cock. Jin looks into her eyes as he moans at her praise. He pushes his middle finger into her mouth for her to suck on and cover with spit before he teases Hobi's asshole with the same finger. Hoseok curses in delight, digging his fingers into both their hair and drawing their eyes up to him.

Suddenly, she takes Hobi's cock from her partner's mouth and takes him down as far as she can, gagging herself loudly as she looks up at her daddy with big eyes.

"You better share, babygirl," he admonishes her. She pulls him from her mouth enough to let Jin lick his beautiful shaft while she sucks on his head. Hoseok begins to crumble as Jin's finger pushes playfully into his anus. "Fuck, babies, I'm gonna cum soon," he warns.

"Please cum for us, daddy," Yn whines.

"Mm, yes. Cum all over us. Wanna see what our princess looks like covered in your cum."

"Fuck, Jinnie," Hobi moans, that much closer just by the image he conjures. He takes his own member again and strokes it quickly above their faces, which are waiting giddily with their tongues out. "Damn, you two are so hot. How did I get so-" Hobi groans loudly as his orgasm hits him, "lucky." Thick silvery cum spurts from his cock onto the waiting pair, hitting their lips and chins and falling onto their chests as they're pressed together. They take a moment to admire each other before Yn licks whatever is left from Hobi's tip, making him shudder. He sinks to his knees beside the pair and pulls them close to him, all three of their tongues moving together as they kiss. Jin pulls away to taste the cum on Yn's chin, pulling her hips down at the same time. She moans into Hobi's mouth with the movement. He holds her there a moment longer before releasing her to clean up the mess he's made on Jin's face, which she does greedily. Jin holds her close, moving his hips rhythmically and enjoying the filthy wet sounds made by his dick inside her pussy. Meanwhile Hobi moves behind them to rest against Yns pillows, leaning on the headboard.

"Come here, babygirl," Hobi commands, causing them both to stop their movements. Jin kisses her one last time before he releases her and she crawls across the bed, in between Hobi's legs. He kisses her once and then turns her around, bringing her down to lay her back against his chest and talks in her ear, just loud enough for Jin to hear, while he rubs her breasts. "Time for you to have a rest, little one. But we still want Jinnie to cum for us, don't we, baby?" Yn hums her agreement. Hobi reaches down to open her legs as he looks up at the panting boy. "She's all yours, Jinnie."

Jin smiles and leans down to take a few licks of her pussy adding his own spit as lubricant before he kneels at her entrance and slowly pushes into her. He's enchanted by the way she stretches and envelopes him so tightly, enthralled by watching her tiny pussy swallow his thick cock.

"You're taking me so well, princess," Jin praises as Hobi presses kisses to the side of her head. When he's sure he's not hurting her, he begins to move faster. He pushes her legs back and Hoseok holds them behind her knees.

"Play with yourself," Hobi whispers in her ear, and she obediently reaches down to rub her clit. "That's right, babygirl, play with your clit while you take Jinnie's big, fat cock. You're doing so well baby." She continues rubbing as the pressure becomes too much, and Hobi can tell. "That's it, baby, you can do it. Let him feel what it's like when you cum all around him. Let him feel your sweet cunt," he growls in her ear as she has another shattering orgasm. He holds tightly to her spasming body, keeping her safe as she cries out from the overwhelming sensation. Hobi notices Jin begin to slow down. "Don't stop. She can take it, can't you? You've got me. You can take it. I want Jinnie to fuck you til he cums, too. Make him feel good, won't you, babygirl?"

Yn is unable to form words and she clings to Hobi’s arms. He releases her legs and cradles her to give her some comfort as she looks desperately into his eyes. Her body pushes onto his with each powerful thrust from Jin, who keeps pounding into her with pleasure.

"You're okay, baby. We love you. And you're doing so good," he coos as he caresses her hair and kisses her face. "Isn't she pretty when she cums, baby?" he asks Jin. "Isnt she pretty when you fuck her? Just like you said."

Jin watches them as he goes deeper and faster into her. "So fucking pretty," he grunts. "She's so beautiful and she's ours, daddy. Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon."

"Good, baby. Cum on her tummy for me. I wanna see you paint her up so pretty and nice," Hobi smiles.

Jin pulls out quickly, leaving Yn suddenly empty, and gives just a few quick strokes before his cum shoots out, reaching all the way up to her breasts, leaving abstract lines all over her abdomen. He remains above her on his knees, panting, spent.

"Come here, babyboy." Hobi holds out his hand and Jin bends over to be received by him, his pulsing cock grazing Yn's stomach as he does so. Hoseok kisses the boy with his hand on his neck, a reward for his hard work. "Come, take her," he tells Jin, who falls down beside them. Hobi slips out from under her and gives her a soft kiss on the forehead. "I'll be right back," he whispers before he gets off the bed and leaves the room, grabbing his pants on the way out.

Yn turns her head to look at Jin through heavily hooded eyes. "Hi, Seokjinnie," she says tiredly, reaching for his hand to entwine their fingers.

"Hi, Ynie," he smiles, laying on his side to look at her.

"Did I make you happy?" she wonders.

Jin looks at her softly, touching his hand to her cheek. "You made me very happy, sweetheart. I couldn't be happier. What about you? Was it too much for you? Did I hurt you?"

She smiles gleefully despite her exhaustion. "I'm great, Jinnie. Tired. I'm sure I'll be sore. But I loved every moment. Don't worry."

Hoseok returns carrying an armful of water bottles and warm wash cloths. He places the bottles on Yn's bedside table and then sets about cleaning Jin up first.

"I can do it," Jin offers as the other boy wipes his face, but Hobi brushes off his hand.

"Let me," Hobi smiles softly and continues tenderly wiping the sweat and cum from his body, all while yn lies between them, but her eyes are closed and she's paying little attention. "Perfect," Hobi proclaims with a kiss pressed to Jin's plump lips when he's finished. "Now, let's take care of you, angel."

He hands a warm, wet towel to Jin and they both clean her very gently as soft, sleepy sounds come from her lips.

"Jinnie, she looks cold," Hoseok notes quietly as he takes the wet cloths and puts them in her laundry basket. Without needing to think about it, Jin pulls Yn to him with her back to his chest. Hobi returns to get into bed with them, pulling the cover over all three of them as he lays facing them.

"How are you?" he asks Jin, his thumb gently brushing Jin's cheek.

"I'm amazing," Jin replies with a smile that makes his eyes almost disappear as he nuzzles into Hobi's hand.

"Today was...unexpected. Next time I promise we'll be prepared. We'll make it all about you, babyboy," Hobi vows, running his fingers through his lover's hair.

"I won't say no to that, but I promise, I'm fully satisfied." Hobi leans over to give him a soft, lingering kiss before he settles back down.

"Are you still with us, angel?" Hobi asks, petting her cheek.

"Yes," she responds quietly, forcing her eyes open to look at Hoseok's sweet face.

"Hi," Hobi smiles fondly, light in his eyes.

"Hi."

"Did we push you too far, my love?" He worries.

"No!" she responds eagerly. "I loved it. I knew I was safe with you."

"I'll always keep you safe," he promises with a kiss to her forehead.

"We know. Thank you for taking such good care of both of us," Jin expresses gratefully. He holds Yn tightly and kisses her shoulder, emphasizing that he's thankful for Hoseok's care of her as well.

"You don't need to thank me," Hoseok denies with a shake of his head. Looking between their two faces, nestled together, he thinks of just how much they had given him--how much they always give him. He scoots closer so there's no space between him and Yn. "I love you both so much more than words can say. You're mine, and I'm so grateful. What we had today was incredible, and I can't wait for more, but first and foremost, you're my sweet babies, and I'm always going to care for and protect you."

Yn beams at him. "We love you, too, Hope. And we're lucky to be yours."

Hoseok pecks a kiss to her nose. "Go to sleep now, little one."

She's grateful for the permission, but sorry to close her eyes on his sweet face. She snuggles more deeply between the two of them, feeling warm and secure.

"You, too, my prince," Hobi coos.

"Aren't you tired?" Jin wonders.

"I am," Hobi answers, leaning his head into his pillow, and caresses Jin's arm. "But I want to watch you sleep for a little while."

>>

Yn's eyes open slowly. She's surprised to find her head cradled in Hobi's shoulder and no one behind her. Hoseok doesn't realize she's awake until she turns her head to confirm Jin's absence.

"Did Jinnie leave?" She asks, and Hobi can hear the disappointment in her voice.

"Look how sad you are," he chuckles, plucking her pouted lip with his fingertip. "Jinnie is just in the kitchen getting us something to eat."

"Oh," she breathes. "You're watching tv? And you're dressed." Hoseok hums. "Did I sleep too long?"

He turns his head to see the guilt in her eyes and strokes her cheek. "Of course not, little one. We just woke up a little while ago. We're just relaxing. You sleep as long as you need. Go back to sleep if you want. No one is leaving," he assures her.

"I don't want to sleep. I want to spend time with you." She pulls herself closer and snuggles into his side. He responds by turning on his side and wrapping both arms around her. "What time is it, anyway?"

"Mmm...late," he replies casually.

"You're gonna stay with me all night?"

"Of course, babygirl. Nowhere else I'd rather be." He kisses her lazily, holding her there for several minutes until her bedroom door slowly opens and Jin backs in with a tray of food.

"You and Namjoon really live off the stuff in your pantry?" He asks, shaking his head.

"We survive," she laughs and Hobi laughs with her.

"What did you manage to get?" Hobi wonders.

"Well, it's mostly ramen, but I also got some cookies and chips." The pair in the bed sit up while Jin puts the tray in front of them.

"Hey, you're wearing my shirt," Yn pouts.

"It's my shirt," he reminds her.

"Debatable."

"I'll leave it with you when I go," he pledges, but she continues to pout at the thought of him going.

"I guess at least it will smell like you. That might comfort me when I'm all alone."

Jin rolls his eyes. "Speaking of shirts, you need one." He hops up from the bed to go through her drawers.

"Does she though?" Hobi questions, eyes scanning he'd chest.

"She can't eat hot noodles with no shirt on, Hoseokie," Jin tells him as he searches.

"Sad, but true," Hobi frowns, but his expression soon changes to a smile when he sees which shirt Seokjin has chosen.

"What?" He wonders when the other two giggle as he slips the article over her head.

"That's my shirt," Hobi smiles, amused.

"Do you own any of your own clothes?" Jin asks as her head comes through the neck hole.

"I have two boyfriends, why would I?"

"Jin doesn't have any of my clothes." Hobi shakes his head as he picks up a bowl of noodles.

"Actually…"

"What?"

"Well, you left your green sweatshirt at my house last month, and it smelled like you, so I never gave it back." Jin blushes cutely.

Hobi chuckles, endeared. "I guess you can keep it, just because you're so cute."

"Thank you." Jin grins. "Now eat up."

"Wait just a second." Yn interjects. "Hobi, don't you have something to add to this conversation?" She looks at him accusingly.

"No," he replies quickly before he shoves noodles into his mouth.

"Oh, yeah? So where is Jin's Ramones shirt?" Jin's eyes go wide as Hobi stops chewing.

"Yah! I knew someone stole it!" Jin shouts, much to Yn's amusement.

He chews quickly and swallows, practically choking. "I didn't mean to steal it! You left it on the bench in the locker room and I was going to take it and return it to you...but then I tried it on and I liked it."

"Thieves. Thieves everywhere," Jin laments. "You're lucky I love you." The others finally pick up their bowls and begin to eat and it's quiet for a few minutes.

"I'll go clean up," Yn says as she scrambles over Hobi to get off the bed. "Do you guys need anything?" As soon as her feet touch the ground she finds her legs weak and wobbly, collapsing beneath her. She catches the edge of the bed and Hobi holds onto her just in case.

"Damn, we really overworked you, huh, babygirl?" Hobi chuckles, but there's sympathy underlying his tone.

"I'm a little sore," she admits, though it hadn't bothered her until just now.

"Get back in bed. I'll take care of the dishes," Hobi tells her, pulling her back on the bed by her hips.

"No," she whines. "I'll feel like a bad girlfriend if you both come over here and cook and clean for me."

"Aish. What do you mean 'bad girlfriend'?"

"Yeah, baby, we're the ones who fucked you up. Let us take care of things, princess," Jin offers.

"You two stay here. Pick a movie and get comfortable. I'll be back in a few minutes." Hoseok picks up the tray and begins to leave.

"Can you bring me tea?" Yn pouts, even though she knows she doesn't need to. Hoseok simply smiles and nods and hurries to the kitchen. "What do you feel like watching?" Yn asks, handing Jin the TV remote.

"Something nice we've seen a million times?" He suggests as she wraps herself around his back. He shrugs to ease his muscles as she leans into his neck.

"Does it hurt?" She wonders with a light kiss.

"Just a little, from sleeping funny, I think." He shrugs again. She pulls away and begins to massage his shoulders the way he likes while he continues to search for something, moaning lightly to let her know when she's found the right spot.

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Lol this last part wasn't really needed but I could resist the little bit of fluff bc I always torture you with angst. I also didn't know how to end it so I just left it here and you can imagine how they all three take care of each other 🥺

#bts fanfic #bts jin #bts hobi #poly bts #2seok x reader #bulletproof heart #bts smut #threes0me #bts x reader #bts fic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts #thankstaking

[forthechubbies]

Mommy Virgin

Hybrid! Alpha! Baby daddy! Bunny! Jungkook X Pregnant! Human! Chubby reader (wow, what a mouth full.)

Babydaddy au, CEO au, hybrid au, sperm banks, Jungkook has a short temper because I think it’s 🥵...😳..Anyway...Enjoy.....

“Hyung!” A Lovely Afternoon turned hectic upon the arrival of another Ceo member; he ducked and dodged, swiftly weaving through the crowd at the entrance. “ Hyung! Seokjin!”

Coming up to the security gates, He swore under his breath, realizing he had left his ID at home; luckily, He had enough momentum to hop up and over the gates. “ I'm sorry!” He apologized to security while speeding by.

“Hyung!” He pushed open his hyung's doors.

Perfect, not one but two hyungs. “ We heard you causing a ruckus downstairs, Bunny Boy-,”

“I'm a dad!” He exclaimed from the top of his lungs

A cloud of confusion filled the office, followed by stunted silence.

“What!!”

What an intro, huh?

Introducing Our male lead, Jeon Jungkook, An Alpha Rabbit Hybrid. Yep, An Alpha bunny- but not just any breed of bunny; a Giant Flemish Lop; a large bunny with enough strength to tear apart most hardware materials and speed to leave a car in the dust. And being an alpha only enhances his abilities.

Unfortunately, the females of his species have a deadly immune disorder causing them to die quickly from illnesses. His species has deteriorated through the past decade.

Jeon Jungkook is a part of an endangered species.

Jungkook's solution involved donating his sperm to a sperm bank; being eighteen then, He didn't think thoroughly of the representations, and now, well over a decade. He receives his punishment...with a smile?

The two hyungs observed the brittle paper. “For-fucks-sakes, Jungkook. Why the hell is your office so disgusting?” Namjoon scoffed at the scattered blankets and empty ramenyeon bowls. “Did you spend the night in here?”

“No, that's from last week.” Jungkook shrugged off the looks of disgust with a slight head tilt.

“Ewww.” Seokjin adjusted his distance.

“I was in the middle of cleaning up.” Jungkook pointed out to Jin before turning to Namjoon. “ So I started on this pile beside the fax machine..I didn't even know I had one.”

“Despite the dust on the paper, The document was dated a month ago.” Namjoon arched his brow at the snags along the sides. For those curious kittens who want to know.

Kim Namjoon (A Doggy Hybrid)

A pure bred labrador retriever minus the human DNA- Sharp as a tack, A born-leader, as handsome as they come, and melts for belly rubs.

Kim Seokjin (A Mouse Hybrid)

He’s a dormouse to be exact and He’s…Jin Shrugs

"We have to see her.” An unfamiliar sensation fueled Jungkook's curiosity and insanity from Namjoon’s Pov

Seokjin laughed, slapping Namjoon’s shoulder. “He's crazy! He-He thinks he can just find her.” Jin 's tears rolled down his rosey cheeks.

Namjoon is often empathic; I mean, he's half-dog; being therapeutic is in his blood. “Listen, Bun; I understand this is important to you, but-” He humorlessly chuckled. “ We-We are lacking in vital documentation on who this woman is or -”

Jungkook's racing heartbeat drowns Namjoon’s panic voice of reasoning, occasionally tuning back in now and again for keywords. Shit. He’s right. Drifting off his headspace for a second, too, he retrieves his answer in the form of a person.

“Or if she's still with child-.”

“Hobi Hyung.” Jungkook interrupted.

Namjoon’s blood ran cold.

“Where?!” Jin startled himself enough to take shelter behind the couch. “I thought he was in prison?!”

“He is; Hyung, Please calm down,you will alarm our co-workers ” Namjoon claimed, opening a window. “What are you bringing up his name for?” His tail curiously curved.

“ Because I might have to get my hands dirty." He smirked, " Don't follow me, Hyung " He teased, dashing out the office door.

Surprise! This was teaser/test? This is my first time trying to hop on the Hybrid AU train so if you like it please let me know and I will happily make more! Please like it 🫶🏽

#chubby reader #jungkook x chubby reader #jungkook x reader #bts x chubby reader #bts ceo au #bts hybrid x reader #bts hybrid series #bts hybrid au #bts hybrid smut #bts smut #bunny jungkook #jungkook hybrid au #jungkook hybrid smut

[floralseokjin]

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 14.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 8,513

warnings/includes (!) Seokjin has horny thoughts, some saturday morning  fingering, Yuna’s back!!!!! and Jimin!!! sex, oral (male receiving), girl on top, minor ass slapping and grabbing, Seokjin has a secret tattoo 

⟶ ao3 link

*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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Seokjin started to stir, the light from a slit in one pair of the curtains penetrating his eyelids. He had no idea what the time was, but it couldn’t have been too late. His body clock was extremely reliable after years of waking up early. Gradually, as he grew more lucid, the memories of last night started to drift into the forefront of his mind. He smiled sleepily, happily, and turned his head, rolling from his front to his side. You were still sleeping, facing him, the bed covers pulled to your chin, bunched up in your fists, and you had the most adorable crease between your eyebrows, as if you were deep in concentration. He smiled wider, then reached to stroke your hair, pushing some back behind your ear. He rubbed your earlobe softly. It must be impossible to feel this happy, surely? 

You’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms but had parted throughout the night. Just as he was about to wrap his arm around you, wanting you close again, your frown deepened and one of your eyes opened, squinting over at him. “Hey,” you greeted, voice croaky. “How long have you been awake?” You rubbed your face into the pillow, stretching your legs. 

“Not long,” he replied, his own voice husky with sleep. You had stopped moving now, both eyes closed again. He dipped his arm under the covers and clasped your waist. You were still naked, so was he, and your skin was warm and soft. “So, this is what it’s like to wake up next to you,” he murmured, smiling fondly to himself. 

You opened both eyes this time, attempting to glare at him, sleep in the corner of one eye. “Ha ha, very funny.” 

“Thank you.” 

Your hand found his chest, cupping above his heart, and he leaned into kiss you. “No, don’t—my breath.” You jerked your head back, pushing at his chest now. 

He laughed. “I don’t care.” 

“Your breath.” 

“Hey!” he laughed, offended. Met with your neck, he had no other option, pressing kisses against your throat and smiling when you melted against him. 

Your fingertips started brushing along his shoulder blades when he got more enthusiastic, but you sounded mildly distracted when you asked him: “What time is it?” 

“No clue.” He was at your collarbone now, sucking softly, or maybe hard enough to leave a mark. 

“Don’t you have a clock?” You tried to sit up and look around. “Where’s your clock?” 

Using a fraction of his strength, he pressed you to the bed, careful not to squash your stomach. He kissed down your cleavage, humming in satisfaction. You still smelled of his shea shower gel. “This is my new favourite place.” 

“Don’t get too comfortable there. You’ll have to move out soon enough.” 

He popped his head up, a cheeky smile on his face. “I thought you were sharing.” 

Your returning smile was embarrassed, but you still managed to push his shoulder, chastising him for teasing you. With a deep laugh, he kissed your mouth, and you let him, morning breath forgotten. He gazed into your eyes when you eventually broke apart. Yep, being this happy had to be impossible. If he continued to smile like this, he’d pull the muscles in his cheeks. “How are you this morning?” 

“Great!” It seemed as though you couldn’t stop grinning either. 

“Not sore?”

“In the best possible way.” 

Your voice had taken on a suggestive tone, looking up at him from beneath your eyelashes, and he couldn’t help but kiss you again, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip, hinting for access. They swiped together once, twice, and a third time before he pulled away. “I’m feeling great too.” Your hands brushed down his back as he looked over to his bedside table, checking the time on his alarm clock. “It’s half 9.” 

“We need to leave around eleven.” Your fingers were grazing the top of his ass now. “I told Yuna I’d get there early.”  

He made no rush to get out of bed and neither did you. Instead, he reached for your mouth again, your tongues meeting, and he moaned gruffly when he felt you run your fingers through his hair, never getting enough of the sensation. You managed to hook your leg around his hip, and he immediately felt the heat of you against his thigh, soft and slightly damp. The muscle involuntarily flexed and you kissed him harder in return, a soft sigh slipping out from your parted lips. His lower stomach tightened, the blood starting to rush to his cock, trapped between your bodies. Eagerly, one of his hands slid down your back and cupped the curve of your ass, squeezing the soft flesh once before his fingers brushed over your wet folds. When you moaned, he lost all self-control, repositioning his hand between your bodies to slip one finger inside you. Two when he quickly realised you were still open from the night before. Just remembering how tightly you’d clenched around him made him grunt, and he began to trail kisses down your neck, making his way to your left breast. 

You moaned again as he swirled his tongue around your nipple, squeezing his fingers when he grazed the sensitive flesh with his teeth. Dropping your head into the pillow, he watched you; mouth parted, eyebrows scrunched together, eyes closed. You looked beautiful, and the knowledge he was pleasuring you, making you feel good, made him feel lightheaded. He sucked your nipple between his lips, moaning, encouraging you, or maybe wanting to let you know how much he was enjoying himself too. He moved his fingers a little faster, pressing against your inner walls, marvelling at how soft and warm you were – how aroused you were. His fingers squelched with each thrust, soaking them and even running down his hand.

Google might have told him about that… After the dinner with Yuna and Jimin and the talk with you – as well as remembering Jungkook’s stupid comment all those months ago – he’d been unable to help himself, searching ‘second trimester horniness’ hot in the face, as if he was a teenager typing ‘porn’ into an incognito tab, afraid he’d get found out. One day all this googling was going to bite him in the ass. Yet, it had informed that along with an increased libido, pregnant women also saw an increase in vaginal lubrication and had a hypersensitive clitoris. Both things checked out. 

As if to prove his point, he circled his thumb over your clit just once, making you cry out his name, one of your legs jerking out of the covers. His cock jumped at your reaction, and he eagerly continued the figure eight motion, listening to your body and chasing your orgasm. You shuddered as you came, clenching and pulsing around his fingers, even as he slowed down, and his mouth felt dry from how much he desired you. 

“Can’t you just stay here and let me make you cum all day,” he tried to persuade once he’d slipped out of you, his wet fingers running over your bump and between your heaving chest. 

You gave him a lethargic smile. “Tempting, but Yuna will murder me.” 

Your voice trembled with the impact of your orgasm, and God, he wanted to give you another. He hadn’t been overexaggerating, he wanted nothing more than to make you come the entire day. With his fingers, with his mouth, with his dick. With that thought, he tugged his fist over his erection only once, needing to take the edge off. He’d held back for so long, stayed away, but now he was going to be inside you any chance he got, any time you wanted it. 

“I’m sure she won’t,” he tried. “She’ll be over the moon to learn I finally put my dick inside you again.” It was crude, but it made you laugh like he’d wanted. 

“Good point. But I can’t cancel. Yuna’s parents are the sweetest people you’ll ever meet.” 

“Is that an invitation?” When your eyes widened, he rushed to assure you. “I’m kidding!” 

“Next time,” you told him softly. He let you roll him on to his back, wrapping his arms around your middle, still careful not to crush you to him like he wanted to do very much. “I want to introduce you to everyone I know. Which admittedly isn’t very many, but still.”

He grinned excitedly, unable to hide how happy he was with the news. “Your dad next? And Yeonja?” 

You nodded, smiling. “Next weekend. I promise.” 

You didn’t feel tense in his arms, neither did you look worried. He grinned harder. Yes, definitely impossibly happy. “Better go and purchase a new suit.” 

“Please,” you said, pulling a face, “you can’t turn up at my dad’s house in a tux. He’d laugh you straight out the door.” You laughed then, as if you were imagining it, and he laughed along, even though he was the butt of the joke. “He’s more of a jeans and t-shirt kind of guy.” 

It wasn’t often you spoke about your father, especially this naturally and somewhat fondly – maybe orgasms made you open up more. The extent of Seokjin’s knowledge was that he owned his own construction company and lived on the outskirts of the city, and Seokjin wanted to ask more, to keep you talking, but he held back, not wanting to push his luck, or make it seem as if he was interviewing you. 

With a smile, he cupped your ass with both hands. “If you can’t stay here all day, you better go and shower.” He didn’t want to rush you to get ready or worse, make you late. 

You bit down on your lip. “Join me?” 

“Can’t,” he chuckled weakly. “I’ll most definitely try to have sex with you.” 

“But I can’t leave you like this.” You wiggled your hips, his erection still sandwiched between your bodies. 

“Mm. Make it up to me later?” 

“My place?” you suggested enthusiastically. “You can spend the night, ready for tomorrow?”

It was the easiest yes, okay he’d ever said. 

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Yuna’s parents – Boyoung and Gwangho – lived about forty minutes away, and you were honestly beyond thankful that Seokjin had offered to drive you as the trains on a Saturday were always a nightmare. At twenty minutes to 12, he pulled in opposite their house and kissed you goodbye. You were this close to telling him to turn the car around and take you back to his gigantic bed where he’d promised never-ending orgasms, but knowing you couldn’t do that, the next urge was to invite him inside and introduce him to Yuna’s parents. You were feeling so ridiculously happy you wanted the world to know. It was probably the multiple orgasms talking, especially that additional one this morning, so you told yourself to take a chill pill. You wanted to tell your dad and Yeonja first, it was only fair. (It was true your entire office already knew before them, but that hadn’t been your fault, so you didn’t let yourself feel guilty about that…) 

Yuna answered the door, still in her pyjamas having spent the night here with Jimin, and she moved to let you in without saying a word. Her hair hadn’t been brushed yet, and her face still looked slightly puffy from sleep. 

“What time did you wake up?” you asked as you stepped inside. 

“Half an hour ago,” she yawned, then suddenly she stood ramrod straight, staring at you. 

You blinked. “What?” 

She proceeded to SNIFF you. Leaning in and being loud about it. 

“What are you doing?!” you demanded, looking at her as if she’d lost her mind. You’d showered before coming here, you didn’t smell! 

She took a step back and narrowed her eyes. “You had sex.” 

“HOW—” you started to exclaim, then remembered you were in her parents’ entryway. You lowered your voice, “How did you know that?” 

She ignored your question with her own impatient one. “What the hell happened since I last saw you?!” 

Well, you’d gotten annoyed at Seokjin for reasons that you had caused, you’d made up, you’d gone on a date, you’d told his mom about your pregnancy, and you’d had sex – twice, orgasmed four times… 

“A lot,” you settled on. 

She stared at you, obviously wanting to drill you on a million and one things but knowing now wasn’t the time. She let out a frustrated sigh. “You have to tell me every. single. thing later on.” 

You nodded, which appeased her, but practically vibrating on the spot, she couldn’t help but ask the most important question. 

“How was it?” 

You caved momentarily, wanting to rave about last night just as much as she wanted to listen. “I think I was this close to having a nipple orgasm.” You gestured with your thumb and forefinger held millimetres apart. 

She gasped. “You lucky bitch!” 

“What’s going on?” 

You looked up at the sound of Jimin’s voice, watching him come down the stairs to the left. 

“They finally fucked!” 

“Yuna,” you hissed, preferring if her parents did not know you had sex last night. 

Jimin stopped beside you both, giving you a feeble looking smile. “That’s great and all, ____, I’m really happy for you, but guys, I’m freaking the fuck out here.” His voice had started to go all high-pitched and unstable. 

Yuna addressed your bemused look. “He doesn’t know if he can keep Glob a secret.” 

You turned your attention onto Jimin again, who was noticeably grimacing and damp at the forehead. Like this, it was hard to believe he was a lawyer. Did he sweat this much when defending his clients? 

 “You see Yuna’s parents all the time!” you pointed out, in disbelief. 

“But not with you there too!” 

“Babe, I already told you. It’s not as if my mom is going to ask you if ____ is pregnant. Therefore, the topic will never come up in conversation.” 

Jimin nodded. “You’re right.” Then nodded again, psyching himself up. “You’re right.” 

Now he was making you nervous. You turned ninety degrees, gesticulating to your stomach. “What about my dress? Seokjin said you can’t notice, but I don’t know.” 

“Please,” Yuna scoffed, “you barely have a bump!”

Offended, you opened your mouth to chew her out, but Boyoung’s excited squeal interrupted you as she hurriedly made her way over from the direction of the kitchen, greeting you with a hug (of which you were used to – she loved physical affection just as much as her daughter) before ordering said daughter to take a shower. 

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Lunch went by smoothly and enjoyably. Even though you had seen Boyoung every Saturday for six consecutive weeks when Yuna had been looking for her dream wedding dress, you hadn’t visited her and Gwangho for quite a while. At one point five to four years ago, you had lunch with them almost every weekend, even spending the night – you and Yuna sharing her bed as if it was one of those weekend sleepovers everyone had as children. You looked back on those times fondly, because even though those first couple of years after your mom’s passing were rough, you were never truly lonely. Yuna’s parents had always made you feel welcomed and loved, and it was easier being around them than it was being around your dad and Yeonja at the time. It wasn’t as if they didn’t make an effort, Yeonja especially (you got your emotional stuntedness from your father FYI), but being around them during that time, and Jihoon and Jueun (your halfsiblings), hadn’t been much help. Watching them interact with one another, their dynamics and bond so alien to you, it only made you feel like an outsider. It had been a lot easier to watch Yuna’s family interact for some reason, so you’d grown quite close to both Boyoung and Gwangho. 

During a brief break before dessert, conversation turned to you. Yuna had done the majority of the talking before now, her wedding taking centre stage, while Jimin sat opposite her still looking as if he was seconds away from being interrogated by his mother-in-law. 

“So, anything new with you?” Gwangho asked you, smiling warmly. You really liked Yuna’s dad. He was always smiling, always laughing, and his love for his wife was still very apparent even after 30 years of marriage. 

“Um,” you blurted, taken off guard momentarily. You looked between him and Boyoung, who was now watching you expectantly. Usually not much happened in your life unless it was to do with work, so they were used to a short answer, you turning the conversation on them shortly after, but this time it felt wrong to just ignore everything that had been happening lately, and what’s more, you found that you wanted to talk about it. The urge was undeniable. You wanted to tell them about Seokjin, you wanted to talk about Seokjin. 

“I’ve started dating someone actually,” you heard yourself say. In your peripheral you saw Yuna jerk her head to stare at you. You coughed, clearing your throat. “Well, it’s more than that.” 

Beside her husband, Boyoung gasped happily. “Really? That’s such lovely news. Isn’t it so lovely, Gwang?” 

He nodded, smiling again. “It’s great news. Congrats, ____.” 

“Who is he? If it’s a he?” You nodded in response, Boyoung steamrolling ahead. “What’s his name? How old is he? What does he do for a living?” 

“Mom, calm down.” 

With an awkward chuckle, you answered. “Um. He’s called Seokjin, he’s 34. Owns his own company. They make videogames.” 

 “He’s so rich, mommy,” Yuna felt the need to add. 

“Yuna,” she scolded, “money isn’t everything.” But with a glance your way, she gave you a knowing smile. “But well done, you. How rich are we talking?” 

You burst out laughing and shook your head. “Boyoung, you’re terrible. But I don’t know exactly, it’s never really come up in conversation.” 

“Google exists for a reason. Look it up. I already did.” 

You ignored your best friend. You were not looking up Seokjin’s net worth. 

Rolling her eyes at her daughter, Boyoung asked you: “Where did you meet him? Seokjin is such a lovely name.” 

“Is everything lovely, honey?” Gwangho joked. 

“We met at a bar a few months back.” You swallowed, then felt the need to add: “It was too early to say anything before, but now we’re pretty serious…” 

“Do you have pictures?” she all but squealed. 

“Well…not many,” you replied, suddenly realising that fact and disliking it. “I can show you his Instagram though?” 

Boyoung nodded enthusiastically, fidgeting in her chair as you got up and retrieved your phone from your purse in the hallway. You got up his page and passed her the phone to scroll through. She ooh-ed and aah-ed as she did so, the occasional “oh my goodness” and the more frequent “so handsome” leaving her mouth. 

“Isn’t he?” Jimin agreed, who seemed to have relaxed a little with the distraction. 

“I think you’re better,” Yuna informed him, to which he gave her a cute, bashful smile in return. 

“Gwangho, look. Isn’t he perfect?” Boyoung angled your phone so he could see better, and he nodded politely, unsure of what to say as he looked at some random man going fishing, playing golf and tennis, and taking aesthetic shots in front of his office window. It made you laugh. 

Passing the phone back, Boyoung gazed at you. “Are you happy? You look happy.”

“I am,” you confirmed. “He’s a great guy. I’m very lucky.” 

“Nonsense,” she tsked. “He’s even luckier.” 

Laughing, you didn’t move to sit again, something rooting you to the spot, a niggle, or another one of those urges. “You know, actually, there’s something else too.” Hesitating, you paused. You really did want to tell your father and Yeonja first, but this was the perfect opportunity. As funny as it sounded, you would feel guilty if you didn’t tell them right now, as though you were ignoring Glob. 

You took a deep breath, Boyoung and Gwangho looking up at you in anticipation. “I’m pregnant.” You were met with shocked silence, which was to be expected, and you quickly looked over at Yuna who was grinning in amazement, and then at Jimin who was staring at you in wide-eyed disbelief. 

“I know it’s sudden,” you continued, turning back to Yuna’s parents, “and we’re aware of that. But we’re both really excited and things are going great.” 

See? That was how you told people the news. You’d managed to successfully skip over the fact your pregnancy was the result of a one-night stand. Seokjin should be here to take notes, you thought, then felt instantly sad that he wasn’t. 

“A baby?” Boyoung finally said, jaw practically to the table. 

Gwangho managed to compose himself first, clearing his throat and grinning. “That’s amazing news, ____. How far along are you?” 

“16 weeks.” You made a guilty face. “I…I wasn’t going to tell you today. Sorry. I wanted to tell dad and Yeonja first, but I don’t know, I wanted to share it. Seokjin’s family found out just yesterday.” 

“What? You told them? How?!” Yuna cried. “How much have I missed?!” 

“Babe,” Jimin called quietly, reeling her in. 

“It’s a long story,” you replied. “I’ll fill you in later, I promise.” Mollified, she settled back into her chair. 

“A baby,” Boyoung repeated, only gentler this time, a joyful smile on her face. She stood up, taking both your hands in hers. You placed your phone on the table to make it possible. “Congratulations. ____. Who cares if it’s sudden, you’re going to make a wonderful mother.” 

You swallowed a lump in your throat, tearing up. You really hoped that was true. 

“If there’s anything you need, I’m always here for you.” 

“I know,” you smiled. You squeezed her hands, grateful you had all this support. “Thank you, Boyoung. I really appreciate it.” 

Her hazel eyes were shiny with tears too, and she reached to cradle your face in her palms. “I need to meet him,” she whispered. 

You laughed softly. “You will.” 

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After the excitement had died down and you’d eaten dessert, you stayed for a couple more hours, mainly talking about your pregnancy (Boyoung was getting her crocheting things from the loft this evening), before you got a ride home with Jimin and Yuna as already planned. Jimin dropped both you and Yuna off in front of your house, Yuna more than ready to hear about everything that had transpired in the past 48 hours. You’d barely taken your shoes off and washed your hands before she was dragging you to the couch, all ears. It didn’t stop her from interrupting every chance she got though, but eventually you managed to retell everything. She was most interested in last night – shock horror! Although, not for the sex surprisingly. No, she was caught up in the ‘romance of it all.’ (Her exact words.) 

He basically said it was fate!

This is so romantic! 

I’m so happy for my best friend! 

The last exclamatory had happened while she hugged your head to her chest and kissed the top of your head, you fighting the entire time. 

You’d told Seokjin to come over by seven, and just as he was getting out the car, Jimin was pulling up to pick Yuna up. He made his way over to talk to him while you and Yuna watched from the window. “Look at our men bonding,” she gushed, a dreamy look on her face. 

While she was getting sentimental, you took the opportunity to admire ‘your man.’ He was wearing his ‘casual’ shirt, oversized and blue with white stripes, the first three buttons loose, teasing a generous amount of flesh, black comfy pants and the most hideous looking sliders you’d laid eyes on, holographic or something, and probably very expensive. His dark hair was not styled, sweeping over his forehead. You liked it like that. It made him look cute and very baby-faced. Like this, it made you realise that your baby was going to be the cutest looking baby to ever exist. You wanted them to take after Seokjin in every way. Which reminded you, maybe if you were lucky, Seokjin’s mom would show you baby pictures of him tomorrow! Fingers crossed! 

Over his shoulder was a cloth bag. He’d messaged you earlier to ask if he should get some ingredients so you could both make a light dinner, which excited you for two reasons. 1. You’d never made dinner together and 2. He probably looked good doing it. 

Saying farewell to Jimin, you opened the door to him while Yuna was putting on her shoes. He greeted you both. “I’ll put this in the fridge.” He motioned to the bag and kissed you when you nodded. Yuna stood up with a massive grin on her face, gave you a quick hug and then proceeded to yell “Happy fucking!!!” before bolting out the door before you could grab her by the neck of her shirt. She waved with her fingers as she got inside the car and you gave her the finger. Not only did Seokjin obviously hear that, but so did your neighbours most probably. But when you made your way into the kitchen, he didn’t bring it up, even though he was smirking slightly. 

“Hey,” you greeted. 

“Hey.” Finishing up in the fridge, he turned to hug you and kiss you on the nose. You couldn’t fight your smile. “Did you have a nice time today?” 

Nodding, you suddenly came over a little nervous. “Listen, I ended up telling Yuna’s parents about Glob.” 

“You did?” He seemed mildly shocked, but pleased, nonetheless. 

“I wasn’t going to, because I wanted to tell my father first, but… I don’t know. I told them about you first and it just felt right.” 

“Really?” His face lit up, his fingers caressing your sides. 

You nodded again, your arms around his neck. “It just felt natural to share the news. I didn’t want to leave it out.” 

He tilted his head, smiling playfully. “What did you say about me?” 

“Hmmm. That you were rich and owned your own company.” 

He laughed. “That’s all?” 

You shrugged and then added proudly, “Boyoung thought you were very handsome.” 

“You didn’t show her that picture of me sleeping, did you?” He looked a little panicked. 

“No,” you said with a laugh. “I showed her your Instagram.” 

“Oh, god.” 

“She wants to meet you.” 

He looked a little worried. “Does Yuna get her personality from her mother?” 

You laughed again. Yuna and her mother were very similar actually. “Some of it, yes.” 

“Do you?” 

“Hm?” 

“Did you get some of your personality from your mom?” 

You didn’t need much time to consider. “I think so.” 

“Which parts?” 

“Mostly the stubborn independence and icy exterior,” you joked. 

He squeezed your hips. “I like that about you, though.” 

“You do?” 

Nodding, he leaned into kiss you. Soft and slow. You laced your fingers through the strands of hair at the back of his neck, scratching a little and making him groan. The sound made your stomach swoop. Maybe dinner could be skipped? You were hungry for something else… However, Seokjin wasn’t done talking. 

“Would your mom have liked me?”

You decided to humour him. “After her suspicions went, yes.” 

“Suspicions? Am I suspicious?” His eyes were wide, offended, and it made you laugh. 

“No. Just… Considering the last guy she met broke my heart.” You didn’t know why you’d said that, feeling a little foolish, but Seokjin didn’t laugh at you. 

“Mm,” he hummed, looking you right in the eyes. “I won’t break your heart.” 

You gave him a small smile, looking down. That was sweet of him to say. 

“But what if the circumstances were the same? That I impregnated her daughter after only one night together.” 

“Don’t say it like that,” you grumbled, removing your arms from around his neck, but he wasn’t having it, not letting you go. “She would have been mad,” you conceded, “but I think you would have won her over easily. You’re very likeable.” 

“Am I?” He sounded dubious, giving you a half smile. 

“Everyone likes you, Seokjin. Just look at my office.” 

If the word affable was a person, it would be Kim Seokjin. 

He chuckled at that. “I don’t think Yoongi likes me.” 

“It’s not that he doesn’t like you, he just…” You trailed off, unsure where you wanted to go with that. 

“Yeah, I know,” Seokjin chuckled again. 

Changing the subject, you wrapped your arms around his middle, pecking his lips. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you today…” 

“Yeah?” he replied with a smile. “That’s funny, I couldn’t either. I missed you.” He rubbed your belly. “And baby, obviously.”

“Yes, you can’t neglect them now that you’re boning me.” 

“Boning?” Seokjin wrinkled his nose. “You sound like Jungkook.” 

Laughing, you slid your hands down to his butt and tugged him closer, walking backwards so he could back you up against the cupboard door. “Can you bone me now? Right here.” 

“Tempting. So very tempting,” he said, his voice deliciously low. “But I’m going to have to feed you first. You’ll need your energy…” 

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You somehow managed to make and eat dinner, and even washed the dishes – the patience of a saint! But by 9pm, you were very insistent that it was now time for bed. Unsurprisingly, Seokjin didn’t put up a fight, and let you lead him by the hand to your bedroom, just as eager as you. You started to undo the buttons of his shirt as you kissed, running your hands over his abdomen and chest once every single one was loose, the fabric falling to the floor, and you revelled in the way his stomach muscles clenched and his heart thumped against his ribs. 

“Get on the bed,” you more of less demanded, pulling away from his mouth with a squelch. 

He raised an eyebrow in surprise. “On the bed?” 

Nodding, you pushed him down to sit on the edge of the mattress, rolling with the bossiness seeing as he seemed so intrigued. “With your back against the headboard.” 

He listened, scooting up the bed and grabbing a pillow to rest his back against. Your headboard wasn’t as comfy as his, made of wood. “Like this?” he asked, and you nodded again, quickly, making him chuckle. “Why?” 

“I wanted to touch you a lot last night, but then you distracted me.” 

“Well, I wanted to touch you more.” 

“But you have now,” you said simply. “So, it’s only fair for it to be my turn tonight.” When he didn’t respond, you added, “Plus, you said I had to make it up to you this morning.” 

“I did,” he smiled. He kept his eyes trained on you as you took off your clothes, his gaze soaking up every inch of your body, but especially the way your boobs jiggled in your bra as you got on up the bed and crawled over to him. 

“Did you like that,” you teased, watching his hand as he rubbed himself over his pants. You moved a little closer, hovering over his mouth, but not quite giving him what he wanted. 

“You made me very hard,” he replied softly. “You always do.” 

Loving that, you pressed your lips to his, kissing his plumper bottom lip before moving to the top one. He pressed harder, a hand reaching up to cup the back of your head. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured. 

“So are you,” you returned, making him huff out a slightly bashful laugh. 

You kissed him once again before trailing more down his neck, hearing him take a quivering breath. As you made your way down his chest, he shuffled down the bed so he was pretty much laying down. You looked up when you hit his stomach, noticing he was watching you, his hands hovering over your head before deciding to fist the sheets at his sides. For some reason, that turned you on greatly, and you kissed down his abs with extra zeal, the line of fine hairs below his belly button tickling your nostrils. His muscles rippled against your lips as you slipped your fingers into the waistband of his pants, sitting up to drag them over his butt and take them off completely. 

You palmed him over his boxers, black ones that fit very snug, his erection visible and pointing towards the branded waistband. “You really are very hard,” you practically purred, feeling him jump into you hand. “And big.” 

“Yeah?” He liked that, the corner of his mouth turning up, but also still a little shy about it, chuckling awkwardly. That stopped abruptly when you sucked him over his briefs. He hissed as your mouth wrapped around the tip of his cock, soaking the material, lifting his hips to help you remove his underwear as fast as humanly possible. His cock thumped heavily against his stomach once free, head flushed and leaking precum. 

“Can you take off your bra?” he asked thickly, before you could even take him in your fist. 

You obliged, putting on a little show with it, but he was too far gone to find it comical, instead drinking in the sight of your bare chest and puckered nipples, his breathing shallow. 

“Let me—Can I taste?” he asked. 

Leaning down, he immediately caught one nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue rapidly while his hand cupped and gently squeezed the other breast. You moaned eagerly, earning you one back. You’d never had such sensitive boobs; it was life changing. 

“You really like these things, don’t you?” you asked, deeply amused, taking his dick in your hand and squeezing the base. 

“Yes,” he grunted, flexing against your palm. “I love everything about your body,” he added, slipping his fingers into the side of your panties and squeezing your ass cheek. 

“It’s not your turn,” you reminded him, despite loving the feel of his hands and mouth on you. 

Seokjin let you go reluctantly, and you moved between his legs. He watched you take him into his mouth, holding his breath before breathing out slowly, the instant pleasure making his eyes flutter shut. He murmured your name, the sound of it making you wetter than you already were, before letting out a very strained, very garbled, and very funny “ahfuckshit,’ his lower half twisting under you. You would have burst out laughing if your mouth wasn’t so preoccupied. Or maybe if you weren’t so turned on it felt as though you were burning up. 

You moved your mouth over him for an indeterminable amount of time, lost in your enjoyment, loving his tiny grunts and chokes of pleasure as you lapped and sucked and fucked him with your mouth. Loving the way he touched your shoulders, your throat and your hair. 

“____,” he said eventually, overwrought, “not that I mind, but—ah, fuck” –  he hissed as you slid your tongue along his slit, making his hips jump – “i-if you keep that up I’ll come.” 

You popped off, your fist closing around the top of him, coating him in your saliva. Up and down, a twist of your wrist, a squelch, squelch, squelch. “Does it feel that good?” 

“Everything you’re doing feels like heaven,” he answered very sweetly, making your heart flutter. 

“But then…” You sat up and straddled him, rubbing his cock along your soaked underwear. “What does this feel like?” 

He looked instantly pained. “If we do it like this, I’ll finish even faster than last night.” 

His confession made you laugh loudly, and you carefully, but quickly removed your underwear with his eager assistance. Once fully bare, you hovered over him, taking a few moments to watch him watching you, before easing him inside you with a backward hand. You controlled everything, taking him slowly, the angle different to what you were used to, but you were wet enough from sucking his cock and stretched enough from last night. When he was finally fully inside you, you let out an unsteady breath, muscles clenching him rapidly. You gripped his hips tight, not wanting him to move them just yet, not until you got used to how deeply he filled you. 

“Intense?” he asked, gripping your elbows, his brows furrowed with mild concern. 

You nodded your head, starting to rock over him, gradually picking up the pace as it started to feel good. He stayed still and patient, letting you move as you wanted, until you eventually started to slide up and down the length of him, and he asked if it was okay to help. When he started moving too, the pleasure skyrocketed, even though he was careful to fuck you slowly. 

“It’s good?” he asked, beginning to pant slightly. 

“I love it,” you moaned, causing him to whimper. 

“Don’t say things like that,” he chuckled weakly. “I want you to come before me.” 

“Can you tell me how it feels?” 

It felt like an odd question to ask, but you had the urge to hear how much he was loving it too. To know it was just as good for him as it was for you. 

“It’s so good,” he confirmed, making you grin and ride him a little faster. He moaned, clutching your hips and meeting your movements eagerly. “You feel amazing, angel.” You clenched him tight in response, that name doing things to you once again. 

“You like it when I call you that.” It wasn’t a question. By the way you squeezed his cock, he didn’t need to ask. The fact was obvious. When you moaned, he slid one palm over your ass, grabbing a fistful of flesh and grinding you into him. “Fuck,” he cursed, his eyes closing briefly, face scrunched up. “Can I?” he squeezed out, tapping your ass with his fingers. You knew immediately what he was asking and vigorously nodded your head. 

Feeling him bring his palm down, you cried out. He slapped again, groaning when you bounced on him faster, squeezing your ass so tight it hurt, but in the best possible way. 

“Come here,” he demanded suddenly, impatiently, “I need to kiss you.” 

You leaned forward, Seokjin taking your face in his hands to slam his lips to yours, the kiss desperate and clumsy, and very, very sloppy. He moved one hand to your hip, holding you so he could thrust faster, making you break the kiss to moan. You grinded against his pelvis, feeling your orgasm start to build, your eyes scrunching closed as Seokjin talked you through it, bringing his thumb to your clit to help. It didn’t take long, the pleasure cresting before it rolled through you in waves, tensing your entire body, until it wasn’t anymore, and you felt as though you were floating. 

“I love watching you come,” Seokjin gushed, sounding awestruck, kissing you. Inside you, his cock jerked. “Are you tired? Want to stop?” 

You shook your head, out of breath. You wanted Seokjin to get his release too, even if you were exhausted. (You’d forgotten how laborious riding dick could be…) You felt horribly empty when he pulled out, rolling you carefully onto your back so he could enter again on his knees. When he thrust back in with one go, you gasped as he groaned, beginning to rock his body into you, your tits bouncing and capturing all is attention. You kept your eyes on him, his jaw set, fixed in concentration, brow furrowed as he grunted and groaned with each movement. 

On one outwards stroke, he groaned deeper and stiffened, a surprised curse slipping from his mouth before you felt a hot splash of come coat your skin. There was a brief pause, and then you registered his hand moving over himself as he continued to come on you. You lifted your head once he was done, looking down at the pool of come just under the round of your stomach and streaking your pelvis. “It’s a bit too late for that,” you joked, breathless. 

“It was an accident,” he groaned, panting and clearly disappointed he hadn’t been able to come inside you. Or maybe it was the fact his orgasm had taken him by surprise that was the problem. 

You pressed a finger into the mess, Seokjin watching you with round, curious eyes, and brought it up to your mouth. He looked amused then, but sounded mildly turned on when he spoke. “Taste nice?” 

“I wouldn’t go that far,” you snorted, making him laugh. 

You woke up before Seokjin the next morning, opening your eyes to find him sleeping on his stomach, his arms folded at the elbow, forearms under the pillow, and his head facing away from you. You smiled to yourself. This seemed to be his favourite sleeping position, which was great for you because that meant you could ogle his impressive bare shoulders. You wiggled closer, kissing his shoulder, then slowly started to push the covers down, wanting to see his entire back. He began to stir when your hand stroked over him, over his shoulder blades, then between them, making a cute noise. You smiled wider, nuzzling into him. He was warm and smooth and solid, and you had the sudden urge to straddle him. 

Careful not to press on your stomach, you hooked one leg over him and leaned down, kissing up his spine and across his right shoulder. He made another noise, gruff with sleep, and it went straight between your legs. You kissed your way along his other shoulder, then down over his ribs, coming across what you thought was a mole, but squinting, you realised it was something else. 

“What’s this?” you asked, pressing your finger into the black mark. “A tattoo?” Seokjin grunted, rubbing his face into the pillow. “You have a tattoo and you didn’t tell me?!” 

He chuckled hoarsely at your incredulous tone, voice cracking when he spoke. “What’s the big deal?” 

“You have a tattoo,” you stated, still in disbelief, shaking your head from side to side. “I just can’t imagine you getting it.” 

“Why not?” 

“And what is it? An emoji?” 

“Jungkook wanted to get friendship tattoos. He chose. But we each got to decide where,” he explained groggily, lifting one hand from out under the pillow to rub his eye. “His is on his finger. Hobi’s is on his ankle.” 

“Jungkook chose the woozy emoji? Why?” you asked with a laugh. 

“Who really knows what goes on inside that mind of his,” was Seokjin’s reply. Then, after a small pause: “Don’t you like it?” 

“I like it,” you confirmed, dragging your finger over it, biting down on your lip. “I find it quite hot actually.” 

“Hot?” He sounded interested. You hummed, leaning down again to kiss him there before biting playfully. “Ouch. Don’t bite it.” 

“Very hot,” you confirmed. 

“You’re weird,” he scoffed, but couldn’t hide how pleased he really was. 

You weren’t teasing either. The idea of Seokjin having a tattoo, regardless of how small and silly it was, was very attractive. Just imagining him in the chair getting it done made you come over all funny. 

“Seokjin…” 

He hummed, realising. 

“When do we have to leave?”

He craned his neck, looking for the clock on your nightstand. “I’d say in about… 3 hours. Why?” 

You sat up, hands reaching to grip his shoulders, and slowly rolled into him. “Well, see. I’m suffering from a very terribly debilitating condition that makes me horny all the time…” 

“Oh, my god. How did you catch that?” he played along. You could see the tilt of his mouth. The pillow marks that marred his face. His mess of hair. 

“I don’t think you can catch conditions,” you pointed out, making him laugh. “But, either way, it’s all your fault.” 

“My fault?”

“Yeah. You did this to me, so you need to take full responsibility.” You rolled again, harder this time. Your aroused, naked body grinding against his lower back. 

You heard him take a sharp breath, but he sounded indifferent when he replied, sighing. “If I must.” 

In an instant, he had you on your back, making you squeal with laughter. And then he was opening your legs, kissing up the inside of your thigh, making you hold your breath in anticipation… 

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Just under three hours later, you were out the door together and on your way to Seokjin’s parents’ home which was located in the countryside, ninety minutes away. You were still feeling the warm and tingly aftereffects of this morning, where after going down on you, he’d flipped you onto your hands and knees and held his palm to your stomach while he’d fucked you. It had been inexplicably intimate, even more so than him being inside you. Then you’d (innocently) showered together, which had been more funny than sexy seeing as Seokjin had to practically squeeze himself into your tiny shower cubicle. You’d eaten breakfast before getting ready, Seokjin going to his car to retrieve a grey sweater and jeans. Plus, actual shoes, not those weird sliders you’d threatened to trash all evening yesterday. 

Despite being comforted by his mom’s reaction on Friday, you found you were still a little nervous as time ticked on and you got closer to your destination. Meeting strangers was always mildly nerve-wracking, and the circumstances made it even more so. His dad had seemed to easily accept the news, if his phone call to Seokjin was anything to go by, but his grandmother? You had no clue how she’d taken the news yet. Seokjin seemed unperturbed, but attentively picked up on your anxious energy, reassuring you a number of times on the drive and reaching for your hand whenever he could. 

When you eventually arrived and got out the car on slightly wobbly legs, he took your hand in his permanently, walking towards the large front door. The house was beautiful with lots of land, such a large (and welcome!) difference to the city. Seokjin’s mother took the reins as soon as you got inside, friendly and welcoming, and insisting immediately that you call her and her husband – who she introduced you to excitedly – by their forenames. Before you met his grandmother though, Mikyung pulled both you and Seokjin to the side, telling her son in hushed whispers that she had ‘stretched the truth a little’ when she’d told her mother about the pregnancy. “If she finds out the real story, you know, about the,” – an even more hushed whisper – “one-night thing, she might have keeled over. She is very old, Seokjinie.” 

You had been so mortified to hear his mother referring to your one-night stand, you couldn’t even enjoy the adorable nickname, your cheeks burning hot. But getting over your mortification as fast as you could, you and Seokjin both agreed it was for the best if his grandmother didn’t know the exact truth. Instead, your relationship had been ‘very new’ when you’d found out about the baby. You could work with that. It was pretty much what you’d told Yuna’s parents anyway. 

Seokjin’s grandmother looked a little unsure when you were finally introduced, but she still greeted you kindly, nonetheless, noting how beautiful you were, which you thought was very sweet. To repay the compliment you told her how much you enjoyed her cooking, and she seemed to light up at that, grinning before laughing bashfully. (She also called him Seokjinie.) 

Sangwoo, Seokjin’s father, was very distinguished looking, and it was no wonder that seokjin had turned out so handsome. His parents’ genes were a match made in heaven. While his facial features were all his mother, he got his mannerisms from his dad. You quickly saw parts of him in Seokjin, and it amused you greatly. 

Dinner went smoothly, your nerves dissipating. It was nice to watch their dynamic, and to see the way Seokjin acted with his family. He clearly loved and doted on them very much, and vice versa. They were not as intimidating as you’d once worried about, and in certain aspects, his parents reminded you of Yuna’s. They clearly loved one another a lot, even after decades of marriage, and you didn’t know when you’d become such a romantic, but it was touching to see. 

After you’d all stuffed your faces with delicious food, more conversation continued in the living room. Even though Seokjin’s brother wasn’t here today, he and his family came up in conversation regularly, and you learned that next weekend would be his and Seohyun’s seven-year wedding anniversary. To your mild horror, that’s how Seokjin’s grandmother brought up the topic of marriage between you and Seokjin… 

“Mom, it’s not like it used to be,” Mikyung lectured her. “Young couples don’t have to get married before having children these days.” 

“But it makes sense,” she argued, brow pinched together in a confused frown. “Marriage, house, babies…” 

“Grandma…” Seokjin chuckled uncomfortably, fidgeting by your side. 

“I’m just saying, Seokjin, there’s enough time before the baby arrives.” 

“I think Seokjin and ____ would like to concentrate on getting everything ready for the baby instead of planning a wedding,” Sangwoo came to your defence. 

“Yes, don’t you think so, mom?” 

“I suppose,” she relented slowly, before her eyes flicked to yours. “Then after?” she asked hopefully. “Once you’re all settled.” 

You’d been stunned to silence up until now but managed to move your lips enough to make a sound. “Maybe,” you settled on, not wanting to offend or disappoint her. 

Marriage wasn’t exactly on your list of things to do right now, nor was it top of the list for after Glob was born. You were certain Seokjin felt the same. You’d only recently confessed your feelings to one another (unbeknownst to his grandmother), so one thing at a time. However, as you felt Seokjin’s clammy hand cup your equally as clammy hand, you turned to smile at him. Marrying Seokjin at some point, whenever that might be, didn’t seem like the most terrifying thing. 

The next morning, somewhat exhausted from the busy weekend you’d had (i.e., travelling and socialising and of course, having lots of sex) you rode together to work. You kissed him goodbye when he dropped you off, and said you’d see him later. He had to work a little later today but promised you would have dinner together. You held the elevator for Mari when you spotted her entering the building and she thanked you gratefully before gasping in awe. 

“____, you are glowing so much today!” 

“Oh, really?” you chuckled awkwardly, still not used to those type of compliments. 

“Pregnancy at least has some benefits.” 

You laughed along with her, nodding your head in agreement while privately thinking your aura today had nothing to do with being pregnant. It was a little something called post-orgasmic glow. Seokjin had spent twenty minutes going down on you after your alarm went off this morning, and you’d decided, quite resolutely, that’s how you wanted to be woken up every morning. Seokjin seemed to have zero complaints…

Written 2022. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2022

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