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borathae · 6 years

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“Your longterm friend of back home decided to visit you in Seoul over the summer. He takes up your guestroom, all to the dismay of your two boyfriends, who very much can’t stand him and his fumbling hands. After a long night out, which ends with you getting stone faced drunk with said friend, the tensions get too much to bear.

Alternatively: Sometimes jealousy is the best aphrodisiac.”

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader x Namjoon

Genre: established relationship!AU, polyarmory!AU, Smut, slight Angst

Warnings: dom!Taehyung, dom!Namjoon, sub!Reader, a fight, consensual jealousy sex, communication!, threesomes, mxm & fxm action, Sir kink, spanking, vaginal & anal fingering, a blowjob with slight face fucking, use of buttplugs, double penetration, creampieing, rough sex, praising, casual bondage, use of blindfolds, orgasm denial, softest of aftercare

Wordcount: 8.2k

a/n: This is yet another re-edit of one of my old stories! My original story had so many freaking toxic relationship traits in it, that I had ten mental breakdowns whilst re-reading it fajdsf. I removed all of that and turned it into one kinky goodness of a story instead! As much as the editing progress made me cringe over my past self, it also made me aware of just how much growth I went through! Truly, the new version is so hot and good fjsdjf and I am very happy with it! I hope you guys enjoy! 🤪💜

It was five weeks ago when you first laid in his arms, hugging for at least five minutes and crying like little children. Your long-term friend decided to visit you in Seoul over the summer and ever since then, you spend almost every day with him.

He claimed your guest room for himself, all to the dismay of your two boyfriends, who very much couldn’t stand him.

Not because they didn’t like you having male friends. They weren’t that type of toxic boyfriends. But because they were basically invisible to you in the presence of him. They think that you laughed at his jokes way louder than at theirs. They feel like you are looking at him with way sparklier eyes than them. And also they hated how touchy he was with you.

One time they witnessed your friend not only back hugging you, but also nuzzling his face into your neck and that sat very wrong with their jealous little hearts.

You are currently on your third friendship date of the week and your friend is currently ranting about his struggles to keep up with his job when your loud ringtone interrupts him.

“I’m sorry Chris, but that’s Namjoon, I have to take it”, you send him an apologetic look before picking up your phone.

“Hey Joonie, I’m kind of busy right now can we keep it short?”

“Where are you?” he sounds annoyed.

“I’m with Chris right now drinking coffee, why?”

“Why even bother asking”, he lets out a loud sigh, “if you could be so nice and come home that would be very nice."

"Sure, sure we'll be home by eight. If that’s okay."

Silence.

"Namjoon? Did the connection break? Can you hear me?"

"Sure, whatever", he murmurs and ends the call.

You look at your black phone screen confused by your boyfriend's tone of voice. Why did he sound so pissed on the phone?

“What did he want?” Chris asks, stirring his coffee.

“He sounded quite pissed, wanted us to come home”, you are still confused, thinking of the things that might have angered him. Work perhaps, traffic maybe.

“Did you guys fight?”

“Not that I know of”, you answer him and take a sip of your coffee. You shrug your shoulders and snatch a cookie from the plate you guys had decided to share, "maybe traffic was bad, he gets really cranky when that happens."

"Mh-hm probably", Chris says before biting into a cookie. He starts ranting again, soon making you forget about Namjoon's call.

It was already dark when you and your friend finally stumbled through the front door. He had suggested getting some drinks with your dinner, which you happily agreed to.

He is stumbling to your living space, hugging you tightly while you giggle into his chest.

Heads turn. Your boyfriends. Namjoon and Taehyung. Now looking at your intertwined bodies with their features tightening in jealousy.

"Hey guys", you greet them and hiccup.

"Hey", Taehyung says, eyeing you worriedly.

"Bruh, she is such a lightweight", Chris jokes, pulling you closer whilst locking eyes with Namjoon. He gives him a short smirk, knowing very well that you are too drunk to notice it.

"Yah Chris! It’s because you wouldn’t stop buying me booze", you complain, stumbling into his chest. Your arms are hooked behind your neck, your face is nuzzled into his chest.

Chris hugs you, patting your back softly.

“I’m literally so drunk, I- oh!”, you say before a strong hand rips you from his body.

“I don’t think that’s yours to touch”, a very angry Namjoon hisses at the smaller man.

Namjoon and Taehyung, who had watched the whole scene unfold, stormed up to intervene. Taehyung is currently holding you safely, shielding you from your friend's view and asking you if you were alright.

“Hey man, I don’t want no trouble. I'm just here for a good time”, Chris says, brushing Namjoon's hand away from his shoulder.

"Yeah? And getting her fucked up drunk is your idea of fun?" Namjoon hisses.

"Yo man", Chris raises his hands in defence and laughs, "relax, I brought her home safely didn’t I?"

Namjoon steps closer, towering over the man with his jaw clenched tightly.

“I suggest you fuck off now”, Namjoon tries his best to keep his voice calm but one could hear how angry he was.

“Whatever man”, your friend shrugs his shoulders, “___ if they bother you, you know where to find me. Just knock”, he adds, knowing very well the effect it has on your two boyfriends.

He turns and struts away, soon disappearing upstairs in his guest room.

You, who had watched the whole scene unfold, finally speak up.

"What the hell Namjoon? I suggest you fuck off now? That’s my friend you’re talking to", you hiss, slurring your words just slightly.

"Yeah?" Namjoon snaps around, "the same friend who's been unapologetically groping you for weeks? The same friend that looks at us with that infuriating, fucking smirk when you aren’t looking? The same friend that filled you up with booze cause it's fun?"

Namjoon doesn’t care that the entire apartment can hear him. He was way too angry and jealous and worried for you to care.

"Good, I sure hope he understood what I meant by it."

You scoff, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"You're being unreasonable. Taehyung, tell him he's being unreasonable."

"Uh..I mean", Taehyung scratches the side of his neck, "he is kinda right. Chris is kinda a dick."

"A dick?" you ask squeakily, "excuse me? Chris is one of the nicest and sweetest guys ever and I will not accept you trash talking him."

"Hah!" Namjoon lets out and laughs. The kind of laugh he always does when he is boiling in anger.

"What?" you snap at him.

"He is a dick."

"No, he's not."

“Are you playing dumb or are you actually that stupid?” Namjoon spat looking down at you with dark eyes.

Your eyes grow big at his words, he has never insulted you before and you would have lied when you said his words didn’t sting.

"Excuse me? Wanna say that again?” you hiss.

“You think that it is okay for us that you hang out with this dickhead every day?”

"Wow", you laugh breathlessly, "wow okay. Fuck, that’s what this is about", you laugh again, “I can’t believe I have to say this, but. It’s not like that”, you say, earning yourself a sarcastic laugh from Namjoon.

“Of course it’s not like that, it never is”, he spits, narrowing the distance between the two of you.

“Do you actually think I am cheating on you?” now your pride was the part hurting the most.

Namjoon clenches his jaw and nods.

“Don’t think we can’t see the way you are smiling when you talk to him."

“Yeah, because he is my friend and I like talking to him”, you hiss.

"Well, we want you to stop hanging out with him", Namjoon spits.

"Well unfortunately for you, this is not something you can decide", you throw back, "now if you'll excuse me, Imma sleep in my office tonight. Don’t bother knocking."

"Don't run away from us! We are not done talking!" Namjoon calls after you.

"Yes! Yes we are because right now you are acting like a controlling douche and I am way too drunk to bother any longer. So until you haven’t calmed the fuck down and I sobered up, we are not continuing this conversation."

And with that you storm up the stairs, locking yourself in your office and finding your resting place on your spacious couch.

You wake. It is a Saturday. Good. Because your head is killing you. You groan loudly and sit up, rubbing your temples.

"Why did I drink so much?"

It sounded like such a good idea last night, but currently feels like the worst decision ever.

"Urgh, I hate this so much", you mumble, dragging yourself up from the couch to waddle to the door.

The hallways smell of food, which means that someone is cooking. You honestly hope it to be Chris. After last night's fight, you really can’t be bothered to see your boyfriends first thing in the morning.

But of course it wasn’t Chris. It was Taehyung. In nothing but his boxers and an oversized tee, he is stirring up veggies in a pan. He turns in an instance, studying you from head to toe.

"Good morning", he says.

"Mhm", you let out, giving him a quick nod of your head as you drag yourself to the sink for a glass of water.

Taehyung watches you in silence, waiting to talk until you finish your glass.

"Slept well?"

"I guess."

The air is tense. You both know that there are unsaid words between you and him and yet neither one of you dares to say them first.

"Chris left early today."

"Excuse me? What did you do?" you hiss, feeling new annoyance bubble in your stomach.

"Nothing. He's just gone till three because of errands”, Taehyung answers you calmly, sending you a quick look from the corners of his eyes.

"Oh, okay", you say, looking away in embarrassment for overreacting, “that’s..yeah...good.”

Taehyung scoffs and turns back to the stove again. He shovels the finished veggies on top of two bowls of rice and then places them on the kitchen island counter, tapping the chair next to him.

"Come on, it'll get cold."

You are flustering. You hadn’t expected him to cook for you. But you're hungry, so you won’t say no to the offer. You waddle to him and sit down next to him.

"Thanks."

You eat in silence. It feels weird because you and Taehyung are rarely silent with each other.

Taehyung is the first to finish, standing up to place the bowl in the sink. Then he turns, taking big steps to get to you. He wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

You tense in surprise but relax in an instance, leaning back against him and closing your eyes. His warmth seeps through your clothes, his scent engulfs you, his presence calms you down so much.

"I'm sorry for last night", he mumbles, giving you a tight squeeze.

"I'm sorry too", you whisper, caressing his forearms.

He squeezes you again, making a little sound as he does. It feels good to be hugged by him and to know that there was no bad blood between you and him. You didn’t even realise just how much last night's fight weighed on your heart. Now, it was still terribly heavy as the memory of Namjoon was still too fresh, but it felt a little lighter now that you are good with at least one of them.

Taehyung kisses your cheek.

"You know I love you, right?"

"I love you too Tae", you say without hesitation, turning your head to look at him.

He smiles and so do you.

Then a quick kiss follows, the kind that mends even the deepest of wounds.

"Mornin'."

You and Taehyung turn. Namjoon had just entered the kitchen, wearing nothing but boxers and with his peachy hair ruffled. A pair of black-framed glasses was perched on top of his button nose, matching Taehyung's. He ignores you, walking straight to the fridge to get his breakfast smoothie.

“Morning hyung”, Taehyung greets him, giving you one last kiss on the cheek before breaking away and turning his attention to washing the dishes.

Namjoon turns, eyes landing on you. You feel yourself gulp in nervousness. The air is so tense that you can feel it resting on your skin.

“Hey”, he murmurs.

“Hey”, you answer him.

He takes a sip of his smoothie, keeping up the eye contact.

“Where’s Chris?” he asks, carrying jealousy in his voice.

“He won’t be here till three”, you answer him.

“Ah”, Namjoon lets out and nods his head, “whatever, it’s not like I care about that dude anyways.”

You scoff, cocking an eyebrow up at him.

“Sure, that’s why your jaw is so tense. Cause you don’t care.”

Namjoon lets out an exasperated sigh and grinds his teeth.

“What do you want me to say? Everything I’m gonna say is gonna be wrong anyways.”

“Actually no, if you’re gonna call me stupid again I'm leaving, but it you’re willing to talk to me respectfully then I’m ready to listen.”

Namjoon stays silent for a moment as he contemplates what you just said, gnawing on his lower lip as he does. You hear the clattering of Taehyung placing plates on top of each other and the faint sound of traffic. Namjoon takes a sip of his smoothie and you take a bite of your veggie bowl when Namjoon finally speaks.

“I shouldn’t have called you stupid last night, I admit that this was very mean.”

“Yes it was. Thank you for apologizing.”

You can feel a little bit of the tension lessen already.

“But I just can’t apologize for calling Chris a dick”.”

“Hah”, you scoff, “why? He’s been nice to you guys.”

“I just can’t stand him. First of all, he is always eating all of my crackers and second of all I don’t like how touchy he is with you.”

“Why? I genuinely don’t get it, because I’m touchy with Jimin too, or Hoseok or the others and you guys have no problem with that.”

“Maybe I just don’t like it because Chris is being such a pretentious ass about it. He’s smirking at us when you aren’t looking and then he fills you up with booze to the point where you can barely stand and you have to hold onto him and then proceeds to call it fun.”

“Yeah”, Taehyung throws in, “I noticed it too. His freaking smirks make my blood boil. I can practically watch how he is searching for our eyes on him whenever he hugs you. What does he want to achieve? Getting punched in the throat?”

You let your eyes race between your two boyfriends. You must confess, you have not noticed Chris smirking at them.

“Are you serious about the smirking part?” you ask them.

“Yeah”, they say in unison.

“That’s why I can’t stand him”, Namjoon continues, “it’s not like I think you’re gonna cheat on us with him, but because I think that if you were only a little bit drunker last night he’d have stuck his hands down your pants. And that thought infuriates me.”

"No, that's not true. Chris wouldn’t do that."

"I'm not so sure about that if I'm being honest."

"Trust me guys, he wouldn’t do that."

"Even if he wouldn’t, why does he feel the need to always smirk at us like a fucking cock-hole?" Taehyung asks.

“I don’t know”, you shrug your shoulders, “I haven’t even noticed it yet, but I’ll talk to him about it, I promise.”

“Thank you”, he says.

Namjoon doesn’t seem convinced however.

“There is something else, isn't there?” you ask.

Namjoon hesitates, looking to the side with his tongue in his cheek.

“Talk to me Joonie.”

He takes a deep breath and looks back at you.

“I don’t like how much time you spend with him”, he blurts out.

He takes a step closer.

“It’s like you have no time for us a-and we are invisible to you and it makes me feel shitty.”

“Oh Joonie baby, it’s not like that. I’m just spending so much time with him because I haven’t seen him ever since I moved here and I’m not gonna see him for a long time again once he leaves. And also because I’m the only person he knows here and I don’t wanna leave him all alone in this big city.”

“But we’re here too and I wanna see you too, without freaking Chris breathing down your neck constantly”, he pouts, “besides, that dude is twenty nine, if he still hasn’t learned how to navigate through a city then it’s time he learned.”

You snort and chuckle, “fine, fair point”, you say and chuckle some more.

“Yeah, I know”, Namjoon says sarcastically.

You chuckle.

"Com'ere baby", you say.

Namjoon comes closer, gasping when you use your foot to pull him into your body. You hug him tightly, keeping your legs locked around his waist.

"I love you cuddlebug and I love Tae and no one else", you say, petting his hair.

Namjoon huffs out air, squishing his cheek against your shoulder.

"I love you too sweets", he mumbles, feeling really happy inside.

You pull back, giving him a sweet smile.

"Are we good again?"

"Yeah, I guess we are", Namjoon says, blushing shyly.

"I'm glad we are", you kiss his lips, "you know I hate fighting with you guys, it sucks."

"I hate it too", Namjoon says.

"Me too, it makes me sad", Taehyung says, claiming the spot next to you and hugging your waist.

Now you are truly content. There is no bad blood between any of you and life is great again. And to top it all off, you have the entire apartment to yourselves today, which thinking of….

You grin.

"You know guys", you begin.

"Hm?"

"I was thinking… maybe you could teach me a lesson for how naughty I have been lately", you say, using your baby voice.

They lift their heads, exchanging a look.

"She is using her baby voice", Namjoon says, looking at you

"Yep she is using her baby voice", Taehyung confirms, averting his gaze to you.

"Baby…" they say at the same time.

You giggle, "what? We have the house to ourselves and I'm very unfucked lately…"

"Okay yeah she is definitely seducing us", Taehyung says, stepping closer and placing his hand on your naked thigh, "what are you doing baby? Are you trying to get us horny?" he rasps, looking at your lips.

You draw closer, making sure your lips would tickle him as you spoke.

"My pussy's already forgotten how it feels like to be fucked by your big cock, Sir."

"Baby..." Taehyung presses his crotch into your hip, rubbing against you slowly.

Namjoon steps closer too, placing his hands on your waist.

"Do you want us to take care of you sweetie?" he asks.

"Yes please", you tighten your legs around him, "I'm so, so ready."

They exchange a dark smirk before looking at you.

“Bedroom now”, Taehyung grabs your wrist, dragging you out of the kitchen.

“Ah Taehyung not so fast”, you whine in fake complaint, giggling to yourself as you follow him happily. His grip was so strong around your wrist, it turns you on so much.

He tightens his grip and sends you a playful look over his shoulder. You stumble and giggle. Oh, your mind is racing with all the different scenarios which could come out of today. This is so exciting.

Once a few preparations are done, the three of you meet in your bedroom.

"Before we start. Anything particular you want today?" Taehyung asks.

"Not really, surprise me. Just no choking, I don’t feel like it today."

"Okay. And your safeword?"

"Red for stop and yellow for break", you say it, growing even more excited.

"Good girl", he praises, "now, where were we? Oh yeah! Your little lesson."

They inch in on you, staring you down with dark eyes. You feel oh so small in their presence, feeling your stomach tighten in excitement.

“We're gonna show you just who you belong to, sweetheart”, Namjoon's voice is deeper than usual.

You swallow hard, knowing very well what would come next. The three of you had talked about your kinks a long time ago and one kink the three of you share was possessive, jealousy sex. You all knew how fucked up that was but you still craved the kick of it from time to time. Today was no different.

“Taehyung, get the ropes”, Namjoon orders the young man.

Taehyung struts to the dresser full of the toys you guys had collected over the years and opens the second drawer.

“The silk ropes or are the cords better?” Taehyung has red cords in his right hand and black silken ropes in his left hand, waving them around with a smirk plastered on his face.

Namjoon looks at you with dark eyes, gnawing on his lower lip as he contemplates the options. You dare not to move, only your chest is heaving up and down. You hope that he picks the cord ones today. You really crave the rough grip of them.

“The cords, our sweetie needs to learn her lesson”, Namjoon rasps and smirks, making you swallow hard.

He rounds you, sitting down on the bed to watch you stand in front of him with your head hung low.

“And get the blindfolds too”, he adds, still smirking as he watches you squirm in excitement.

Taehyung returns with the gear Namjoon has ordered him to get, sitting down next to Namjoon and spreading his legs cockily. The ropes and the blindfold were resting on his lap, looking beyond tempting.

“Undress”, Namjoon orders and you follow. You get rid of your baggy shirt and panties, throwing both of them on the floor.

You shiver, feeling your nipples harden in an instance. The air was warm, but you were so sensitive that it raised goosebumps on your skin.

Namjoon and Taehyung nod in contentment, letting their eyes race over your naked body hungrily. It makes you feel so sexy.

“Kneel”, Namjoon orders, pointing at the ground right in front of them.

You follow with a racing heart, knees shaking as you get down on the floor.

“Hands together and rest them on your thighs.”

You follow, folding your sweaty palms on your lap just how they taught you to do.

"So obedient. Perfect", Namjoon praises, reaching out to pet your hair.

You lean into his touch, squirming in excitement.

And while Namjoon is busy caressing you, Taehyung kneels down next to you, taking your hands to tie the rough cords around them.

You moan each time he tugs on them, eyes glued to his face. The ropes burn slightly, making your pussy throb in excitement.

“Is it too tight?” he asks as he finishes up.

"No, it’s perfect", you assure him.

"Good girl, now close your eyes for me."

You obey, waiting for the blindfold with bated breath.

He puts the soft fabric over your eyes, engulfing you in darkness and bubbling excitement.

Tug.

You gasp.

"Too tight?"

"No perfect", you answer him, voice quivering in arousal.

You can feel Taehyung's hands move from your head to your shoulders. His touch is hot on your sensitive kin, sending electricity through your veins.

“You made us very jealous baby", he rasps, leaning closer to bite your ear, "you know that, don’t you?” he whispers, hot breath tickling you. You know that was all part of the fucked up little pretend the three of you were having and that Taehyung is just saying this to rile you up. And he does, you are squirming uncontrollably, soaking your foot with your arousal.

"I k-know", you croak.

"You know what that means, don’t you?"

"Yes, Sir. I know."

"Mhhm", Taehyung presses a soft kiss to your neck and stands up, keeping his hands on your shoulders.

“On your feet”, Namjoon orders and Taehyung helps you stand up, manhandling you just the perfect amount to make your pussy drip in arousal.

“How should we take her, Taehyung? Bend over the dresser, spread out on the bed or with her pretty ass all up in the air?” Namjoon asks, making your stomach twist and turn.

All of those options sound like heaven to you.

“I like option three”, Taehyung says, chuckling when that makes you whine.

“Did you hear that sweetie?” Namjoon taunts, "we want you ass up on the bed. Can you do that for us? Mhm?"

"Yes, Sir. I can", you answer Namjoon, rubbing your legs together.

"Good. Then get on the bed."

You struggle for a little before warm hands grip you firmly, stabilising your movements.

“It wouldn’t be good if our princess hurt herself would it?” Namjoon is walking behind you, leading you.

He lays you down quite roughly, making you gasp. This is once again just the perfect amount of manhandling.

“Tell me Taehyung, how long do we have to house her friend already?” Namjoon asks Taehyung.

“When I remember correctly eight weeks”, Taehyung answers and you hear the familiar thud of fabric hitting the ground. That means he is undressing. Fuck, oh god, you want to see so bad.

You rub your legs together, mewling softly.

“Count for us sweetie”, Namjoon whispers against your neck, stroking his hand up and down your right butt cheek softly.

You press your eyes shut, holding your breath for what was to come. Namjoon's spanks always make your brain scramble.

Namjoon's hand connects with the sensitive skin of your ass, forcing a stinging pain to shoot through your body.

“One”, you gasp, gripping your own hands.

Another spank to your ass, making you moan. So perfectly placed.

“Two.”

The next spank was harder than the ones before, your skin burning.

“Fuck, three”, you moan loudly.

Another spank, the sound echoing through the bedroom.

“Four”, you half sobbed, half moaned. Your pussy was so wet already, dripping onto your inner thigh.

Another spank followed, your skin burning so much.

“Five, shit”, it feels so good.

A soft moan, not yours but Taehyung's. So that means he is touching himself to the view. You mewl at the realisation, arching your back and chasing Namjoon's retreating hand.

“You still know how many are to come, kitten?” Namjoon taunts.

You nod your head vigorously, arching your ass into his hand.

"Yeah? Do you want them?"

"Yes, please yes", you beg, trembling in anticipation.

He chuckles before spanking the most sensitive spot.

“Ah! Six!”, you scream, trembling uncontrollably.

Taehyung moans right with you, the slick sound of him jerking himself off echoing through the room and taunting you even more. You are getting spanked, tied up and blindfolded while he gets the perfect view of your sensitive ass and wet pussy. The thought is so hot, it’s driving you insane.

Another spank at the same spot, sending pleasure straight to your core.

“Seven”, your legs are shaking, your skin burning hot. You are drooling, wishing for the last spank with trembling thighs.

Namjoon spanks you especially hard for the last one, making you jolt forward.

“Fuck Namjoon, holy fuck! E-eight.”

"Perfect", Namjoon rasps, soothing the burn with his big hand, “you took this so well”, he praises, hand wandering down to your soaked core. He traces a finger through your folds, moaning softly all while you are twitching uncontrollably.

The spanking got you sensitive. His touch feels so good.

“So wet for us”, he taunts, pressing his finger down on your clit, making you moan in the process.

His hot fingers feel so good on our skin. You moan, arching into his touch. A very grave mistake so you realise as this makes Namjoon take away his touch to leave you squirming for more.

You whine and mewl, grinding against nothing.

“And so needy too”, Namjoon observes teasingly.

You hear the thud of his clothes being tossed to the ground. So that means both of them are naked now. You want to see them so bad. Oh the blindfold is true torture.

“Fuck ___ if you could see Namjoon right now. His cock is so fucking hard”, Taehyung rasps, making you rub your legs together at the image of how they look like right now.

What are they doing? Are they touching each other? Themselves? Where are they? Who is going to play with you next?

The questions taunt you until suddenly you feel the mattress dent beside you and two warm hands run along your ass.

"Ah", you let out, chasing the touch. This must be Taehyung, his palms are just that little bit softer than Namjoon's.

“So sensitive, you spanked her real good”, he taunts, dancing his index finger over your hot skin.

His finger inches closer and closer to your pussy, the thought of what was to come making you moan. What you hadn’t expected however was for Taehyung to spank your ass, sending a jolt of pleasure through your veins.

“Shit”, you curse, the newly added burn on your skin making your head spin. He runs his hand up and down your ass before cupping your pussy with his big hand. You moan, grinding against his hand unapologetically. A hard spank across your other ass cheek makes you stop in an instance.

“Did I tell you to get yourself off on my hand?” Taehyung's voice sounds dark in faux anger.

You shake your head, “n-no I’m sorry, Sir."

He chuckles in satisfaction and cups your core once again.

His fingers tease your entrance, drawing lazy circles. The kind that makes it so incredibly hard to stay still.

"Sir…" you sigh, squeezing your own hand.

"What is it baby? Do you want more?"

"Yes, please."

"I can't hear you", he taunts, retreating his fingers slowly.

"Yes! Please!" you blurt out.

"Good girl", Taehyung praises before stuffing your pussy with two of his long digits.

"Ah god, thank you", you moan, basking in the way the sudden stretch burns so heavenly.

He gives you no time to get used to his fingers, pumping them in and out of you quickly. He knows you like it just that way. Fast and deep. It's what makes you moan the sweetest.

"Thank you! Thank you! Ah Sir! Thank you!" you chant, feeling dizzy in pleasure. There is no better feeling in this world than getting finger fucked by Taehyung. His fingers are so long, so tender, so skilled. Once you have two of them stuffed into one of your holes, you are the happiest woman on earth.

You rest your cheek against the mattress, forcing his fingers to go even deeper.

"You're such a good girl, taking my fingers so well", Taehyung praises, curling them right against your g-spot while his other hand is busy rubbing circles on your clit.

"Tae", you keen, drooling on the sheet.

"What's wrong? Does it feel so nice that you have to drool like a little dummy?" he taunts, fucking you so well your entire body shakes.

You mewl, nodding your head vigorously.

"Awww so cute", Taehyung chuckles darkly, "such a dummy slut."

His words turn your brain into mush. You are a moaning mess at this point and you are pretty sure that you can cum from just his fingers if he continues what he is doing.

"Good, so good", you chant, thighs shaking each time he pinches your clit between two of his fingers.

Suddenly you feel a strong hand grip your hair and tug you up. You groan, stumbling to your hands.

“Open up”, Namjoon orders, pressing his thumb against your lips.

You open your mouth, groaning when he presses his thumb down on your tongue.

"Go on suck."

You obey, bobbing your head up and down quickly all while Taehyung's fingers are fucking you skillfully. Truly, you are so far gone in your favourite headspace. This is the best day of your life.

"Good girl, you’re the best", Namjoon rasps, watching you drool all over your chin, "tell me sweetie, don’t you want to be fed something even better?"

You moan, clenching around Taehyung's digits.

"I think she does, she’s so tight all of a sudden", Taehyung says, rewarding your soaked pussy with deep thrusts out of his wrists.

"Yeah? Is that so? Does my sweetie want cock in her pretty little mouth?"

You nod your head vigorously. Sucking cock is one of your favourite things to do. Sucking your boyfriends' cocks however? Otherworldly. Magnificent. Addicting.

"How could I say no to that cute request?" Namjoon taunts, removing his thumb from your mouth. A few seconds later you feel the tip of his cock teasing your lips, "go on, open up for me."

You open your mouth gladly, moaning when you feel his thick, veiny cock glide along your tongue. His taste sends electricity through your veins. Oh how you missed this.

"That's it sweetie, that’s it. You’re taking it so well", he moans, running his fingers through your hair, "fuck, seriously you're doing so well."

He moves slowly at first, giving your throat time to adjust. It feels heavenly. Having his cock down your mouth and Taehyung’s fingers pumping you quickly. This is truly heaven.

"That's it sweetie, go on suck it", he growls, burying his length inside of you. You moan around his length, gagging and sucking as best as possible.

“F-fuck yes, oh baby…" Namjoon groans throwing his head back as he feels his eyes threaten to roll back, "you're the fucking shit. Fuck."

You mewl, hating the fact that you can’t see his face but loving the fact that you can swallow around his cock. You begin bobbing your head up and down, forcing a guttural moan out of Namjoon.

"That's it", he moans and groans, twisting your hair, "reward her Tae, she deserves it."

Taehyung inserts a third finger into your aching pussy, stretching you out even more. Your moan pathetically, rutting back against Taehyung's hand all while fucking your throat with Namjoon's dick.

“Fuck, that’s it”, he moans, thighs trembling and lips parting. he is chasing your mouth, fucking himself deeper and deeper.

And while you get fed the best cock ever, Taehyung pinches your clit again, curling his fingers against your g-spot with such precision you feel yourself scream up in bliss. Not that you can. It comes out as a gurgled whimper, sending pleasurable vibrations down Namjoon's cock.

"Okay wow", he pulls out, laughing throatily, "wow, almost made me cum there sweetie."

"Please", you sob, drooling and soaking your blindfold with your tears, "I'm gonna cum", you choke out with your whole body shaking and your walls clenching around Taehyung's fingers.

"That's too bad", Taehyung rasps, removing his fingers and licking them clean.

"No please, please don’t", you plead, knowing very well that it was fruitless. You are damned to shake in your fleeting orgasm.

"God damn", Taehyung groans, pulling his fingers free, "you taste fucking amazing”, he says and laughs breathily. The slick wet sound which follows lets you know that he is running his big hand up and down his girthy cock.

"Please", you whine, chasing the touch you know will never come.

"Patience sweetie, Taehyung has to get a few things first", Namjoon says, cupping your face. He wipes his thumb across your chin and lower lip, cleaning you off your drool.

"You're so pretty when you drool", he rasps, stroking himself angrily.

"Sir please", you whine.

You would have continued begging, hadn’t you felt a sudden weight on your lower back. You gasp, arching into it on instinct.

“Do you know what this is?” Taehyung asks you, running it up and down the curves of your ass.

“A vibrator?” you ask shakily.

“Good guess but which one? Mhm?" Taehyung taunts, running it over your sensitive rim just once.

You flinch and tremble, gulping as realisation washes over you.

“The plug”, your answer comes out as a moan.

“Wow, our princess is so clever”, Taehyung says and chuckles.

"She really is", Namjoon agrees, trailing your lips with his thumb.

Taehyung rests his right index finger close to your hole, flicking it over it teasingly.

“Do you want it?”

You nod your head.

"I can't hear you, princess."

"Yes, I want it."

Slap.

"Ah god", you moan, fucking the air aggressively.

"Manners", Taehyung spits, spanking your other cheek to make it equal.

"Please", you mewl, "please Sir, please..."

"Better", you just know that he is smirking right now.

You hear a click and seconds later the cold trickle of lube. You sigh, lifting your butt to chase the sensation. You can’t wait to be stuffed.

Taehyung spreads the lube with his finger, drawing slow circles on your rim until it is nicely warmed up and oh so sensitive. One push and his finger slips inside, eliciting a happy moan from you.

He begins pumping it in and out of you slowly, curling it each time he could press down on your g-spot. His fingers were long enough for that. You flinch each time it happens, soon begging for yet another one of his talented fingers.

It is a wish Taehyung grants you gladly, watching with delight as your pretty hole swallows him up inch by inch. He begins fucking you in an instant, scissoring them every now and then to give you that extra stretch.

"Sir...feels so good", you mewl, dropping your head, "feels so good, don’t stop please."

"You sound so sweet when you're like this", Namjoon rasps, having made it his task to run his fingers through your hair, "does our princess like Tae's fingers in her cute ass?"

"Yes, so much", you lull, parting your lips in a lewd moan.

"Yeah? So much? Oh sweetie, you’re such a needy little assslut", Namjoon rasps, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

You sigh, feeling your heart flutter.

Sudden emptiness. Your heart flutters for different reasons. Taehyung removed his fingers, now rubbing the cold tip of the plug up and down your oh-so-empty hole.

"Do you want it?"

"Yes please", you beg.

"There we go, so well mannered", Taehyung praises, rewarding you by stuffing you with the plug.

"Ah Tae", you moan. The plug was a lot bigger than his finger, so much thicker, colder. Fuck, it is filling you out so well.

“Swallowed it right up, that’s so sexy”, Taehyung moans, pressing down on the plug just enough to shift it inside of you and also turn it on.

You mewl, fucking back in an instance. But not for long, as it seems that your boyfriends had other plans for you.

“My turn to play with her Tae”, Namjoon says, turning a coil of excitement in your stomach.

"Of course, she’s all yours. Aren’t you, baby? Can Namjoon play with you now?"

"Yes, please play with me", you plead, nodding your head vigorously.

"It would be my honour."

Taehyung moves aside from your ass to lie down next to the two of you. He starts stroking his cock, moaning unapologetically loudly each time his fingers graze over his sensitive cockhead.

Namjoon moves behind you, kneading your ass in his big hands.

"Look at you. So stuffed up. Oh sweetie, you’re so pretty", he rasps, eyes lingering on the plug.

You wiggle your ass for him, basking in the deep moan it elicits from him.

"I wanna fuck you so good…"

"Please do, Sir."

Namjoon teases your entrance with the head of his cock, rubbing it up and down. Oh, how you want more. You buck your hips back.

Spank.

You gasp and flinch back.

“Patience sweetie.”

“But Sir”, you whine, “please I am so needy, please Sir.”

“You are so pretty when you beg”, Namjoon rasps, “go on show me how much you want my cock.”

You arch your back, presenting your well-plugged ass and soaked pussy to his hungry gaze.

“Please Sir fuck me”, you plead, arching more, “I need your cock, please Sir. Show me who I belong to, please."

“That’s it, good girl”, Namjoon rasps, gliding into you painfully slowly. You can feel every inch of his long cock, every second of the blissful stretch, every vein. It makes you moan, forces you to buck your hips back into him.

“Fuck sweetie, your pussy is the best. Always so warm and wet for me”, he groans and begins moving. Slow yet calculated, the movements are made to rile you up until you until can't take much more.

“Faster Sir please”, you beg.

Namjoon chuckles deeply, keeping the tempo going. Slow. Deep. Feeding your greedy pussy his long cock.

“Please”, you try again, wiggling your butt.

Namjoon grabs your hips firmly before finally slamming his cock into you.

“Yes! Thank you! Thank you!” you chant, quivering with every one of his deep and fast thrusts. This is it. Your favourite type of sex with Namjoon. He has the perfect cock for it. Long and oh so skilled, hitting even the deepest spots inside of you with such precision that you forget everything except his existence.

“Now Taehyung”, Namjoon orders in a grunt.

“Holy shit!”

Taehyung turned the buttplug on, sending strong vibrations through your body. You sob, falling to your elbows with your stomach convulsing in pleasure. This is so good. This is so fucking good.

Namjoon moans out loud, his movements stopping for a moment before getting harder than before.

“That’s it. Fucking take it”, he growls, balls slapping against clit and nails digging into your hips.

“Joonie, holy shit Sir. Oh fucking fuck. Oh god”, you moan, voice pitched and head pounding. You are burning up, sweating, colvusing. The pleasure is too much for you to handle.

“I won’t last long anymore”, you choke out, clenching around Namjoon.

“Stop it Taehyung.”

The vibrations stop and with it Namjoon’s movements.

“No please, not again. Please let me cum, please”, you beg, soaking the blindfold with your tears.

“Patience”, Namjoon says, pulling himself free.

You miss being filled up, whining loudly. Namjoon takes the butt plug into his fingers and pulls it out of your ass.

“No please…”

Namjoon merely chuckles.

“I feel so empty”, you sob.

Your boyfriends only chuckle at your whining, exchanging a quick look of amusement.

“Do you think you are ready for my cock?” Taehyung asks you.

You nod your head vigorously, “yes I am! I am!”

Taehyung frees your wrists from the tight ropes, caressing them softly. The skin where the ropes had dug into you burns, getting less and less the longer he touches you.

“How are your wrists baby?” he asks.

“Sore, but good”, you tell him.

“That’s good to hear. You looked so pretty all tied up”, he praises, running his hands up your arms, “I’m gonna remove your blindfold now. Alright?”

“Yes, alright.”

Sudden light. You have to blink for a few moments to get used to it, soon coming face to face with his handsome face. His cock was so swollen and red, standing proudly against his stomach. It makes you so needy again.

“Please fill me up again”, you whisper, reaching out to stroke his toned thighs.

Taehyung cups your cheek and smiles.

“You’re so pretty”, he gushes, “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Namjoon lays down onto the bed and strokes his dick lazily. It catches your attention in an instance.

“Sit”, he orders and you instantly follow.

With shaking knees, you make yourself comfortable on top of him and grab his cock to align it with your dripping entrance. You slip down his cock with ease, the familiar stretch making you moan.

“That’s so good”, you sigh, resting you chest on his’ and placing your elbows on each side of his head. Like this you are so close to his face, so close to his pretty lips.

“That’s it sweetie, you take me so well”, Namjoon praises, running his big hands up and down your back, “go on, slow down for me.”

“Why?” you whine.

Big hands place themselves on your ass. Now you know. You stop gladly, quivering in excitement.

“Ready baby?” Taehyung asks, spreading lube on your hole.

“Yes”, you choke out.

“Here it comes baby.”

Pressure. Unbearable, amazing pressure.

“Oh god”, the three of you moan at the same time.

The plug had done a perfect job in preparing you for Taehyung's big cock. He is slipping in without causing any pain. On the contrary, this is what heaven feels like.

“So fucking tight,” he groans, digging his nails into the skin of your ass.

“Taehyung…”

“Does it feel nice?” Namjoon asks, rocking you back and forth on his length.

You whimper, nodding your head vigorously.

“I know it does. It feels fucking amazing for us too. You’re such a good girl. We can’t get enough of you.”

Taehyung joins in on the movements, rolling his hips into you smoothly. Their cocks were rubbing against each other, filling up your greedy holes so perfectly.

“I’m going insane, this is so good”, you whine, nuzzling your face into the crook of Namjoon’s neck, “please faster.”

They comply gladly, slamming inside of you mercilessly. Perfect. Just how you like their cocks. Punishing, rough, shaping your insides to fit perfectly around them. The moans of the three of you share and the sound of skin slapping together echoes through the room, spurring you on even more.

“Holy shit this is so fucking hot”, Namjoon grunts and growls, pressing his thumb on your clit to rub quick circles on it.

You wail, convulsing on top of him and almost squeezing Taehyung out in the process. He doesn’t let you, pulling you back onto his cock.

“Take it baby, don’t push me out. Fucking take it”, he grunts, having his lips curled back to reveal his gritted teeth. His brows were furrowed, pearls of sweat run down his temples, making his silver hair stick to his forehead.

“Holy fuck please, I’m gonna cum”, you sob, clawing at Namjoon’s sculpted chest.

“Yeah? Wanna cum around our cocks?” he taunts, drilling into you even more aggressively now that the pain of your scratches spur him on.

“Please, please”, you squeal, “I can’t take much more, please Sir please.”

Taehyung and Namjoon exchange a look, both nodding their heads. You don’t see it, but you feel the way they begin timing their thrusts, making you wail up in ecstacy.

“Fucking cum for us princess”, Namjoon growls.

“Thank-”, you manage to say before your high hits you so harshly you lose all ability to talk.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, throat closing up as you squeak for air. Your legs are shaking, trying to get rid of the immense fire burning in every single fibre of your body.

The clenching is too much. Their cocks are too sensitive. With their chests rumbling in primal growls, both Namjoon and Taehyung climax inside of you, filling your greedy, pulsating holes with their hot cum

“This is the fucking shit”, Namjoon curses, arching his back.

“I’m going fucking insane”, Taehyung spits, digging his nails into your asscheeks so roughly that they leave crescent moons behind.

Five hard thrusts and then the pleasure turns from amazing to unbearably painful.

“Hurts, yellow, hurts”, you groan, barely handling the thrusts.

They stop in an instance, turning their once rough touches into those of gentle adoration.

The three of you were breathing heavily, not daring to move in fear of hurting. And it is fucking amazing. This is the exact type of fuck you had hoped that little bit of jealousy would bring forth.

“How’s my beautiful doing?” Namjoon asks, brushing your ruined hair out of your face.

You nod your head, “so fucking good, holy fuck.”

“Were we too rough?”

“No, you were perfect. Thank you so much.”

Namjoon smiles, eyes turning into little crescent moons.

“Yeah? Can we pull out or does it still hurt?”

“Try it slowly please.”

“I’ll go first”, Taehyung says, pulling out slowly. It pinches a little but doesn’t hurt, “there we go, now you’re done. Wow look at that leaking asshole. Fuck baby, this is so sexy”, you rasps, running his thumb over your gaping hole, picking up some of the cum which is leaking out.

Namjoon pulls out of your tight pussy, groaning because of how sensitive he was. His cum is tripping out of you, landing on his lower stomach and cock, making you clench just so you keep something inside.

It is so sad that they are already leaving you. If you weren’t that sore you would have probably asked them to plug you up. But you are sore and exhausted, so with a happy sigh you collapse on Namjoon’s chest, snuggling into him for comfort.

“Is my princess cuddly now?” he asks fondly, caressing your back.

“Yeah please give me cuddles”, you lull, feeling oh so tired.

He rolls you over so Taehyung can hug you too. He does so happily, littering your shoulder with soft kisses all while keeping your back snug against his chest.

“I want you guys to know that I would never cheat on you”, you say, “especially not with Chris, his dick is small as fuck.”

They both chuckle.

“I knew he had a small dick, I could feel it”, Namjoon murmurs, making you giggle.

“And to prove it to you I’m going to tell him to move out.”

“Hey, no don’t”, Taehyung says, surprising you, “we know you aren’t going to cheat on us, this right here was just some roleplaying. You don’t have to throw out your friend.”

“Really?”

“Yes really”, Namjoon says, “besides, we still gotta fuck you when he is in the apartment too. How else should we show him that only we can make you scream like that?”

“Oh god, Joonie”, you whine, feeling your cheeks heat up, “you’re so naughty.”

“Mm-hm I know”, the smirk was obvious in his voice.

“We love you ___”, Taehyung whispers, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“I love you too guys”, you murmur, drifting off to sleep slowly.

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With us all (final chapter)

Pairing: Namjoon x reader, Taehyung x reader

Rated: M (18+)

Genre: smut, fluff, angst, one shot

Synopsis: Namjoon and Y/N bring Taeyang home and juggle being first time parents and marriage. Taeyang later makes a very special friend.

Warnings: drunk sex, dom! reader (just a little bit) , oral sex (male receiving), dirty talk, lactation kink, bulge kink, deep throat, cream pie, unprotected sex,

Words: 5,743

Author’s notes: This is the final part of the with us trilogy read the first and second parts before reading this last part.

The baby and I were doing well and would be discharged today. I overheard Namjoon talking on his phone and I knew what he was doing. He was getting our friends over to the house to have a welcome home celebration. I pretended to not know of course. Seokjin and Nina picked us up from the hospital. When we pulled up to our house I saw the pink balloons and its a girl sign decorating the house.

“let me see the precious little baby.” Nina said unstrapping Taeyang from her car seat.Taeyang had so much dark hair on her head and she had her fathers eyes, her lips and nose Namjoon says we're all me. I laughed seeing Seokjin and Namjoon struggling to set up the stroller.

“Ok Taeyang your uncle and I figured your stroller out.” Nina handed Taeyang to Seokjin. “I mostly set the stroller up for you, Taeyang.” Taeyang was placed in the stroller and we made our way to the house.

As soon as we made our way inside our house I spotted everyone instantly. Yoongi, Hoseok,Jungkook, Jimin and a woman I haven't met before. “let me see the new baby” Jungkook teased, picking Taeyang from her stroller. “oh so you are the new baby now its not me anymore.” Jungkook jokes.

“she is much cuter than you that is for sure.” Hoseok teased “let me get the baby and stop hogging her.” Yoongi had his hands out waiting for the baby to be placed in his arms.

“The baby has a name and its Taeyang.” Jimin came closer and introduced us to the woman he was with. She was strikingly beautiful and she was Jimin’s girlfriend Kay. I was glad he finally found someone and it was not Yumi.

Everybody had their turn holding and cooing over Taeyang. I knew this little girl was going to have everyone wrapped around her finger. she was going to be beyond spoiled by everybody. I sat on the nearest couch to the food stuffing my face.

Namjoon joined me on the couch shortly. “I can’t believe we made such a cute happy baby.” I smiled at his words. I couldn't believe our lives would be forever changed. It was no longer Just Namjoon and I anymore. We both have created a new life together. A beautiful baby girl that will be the apple of both our eyes.

“you know I still can't believe it even though I was the one who pushed her out.” Namjoon laughed “speaking about that you never really told me much about you seeing Taehyung.” I took a big gulp of my drink. “I have to go to the bathroom.” I rushed out.

I knew I was making things more than what it was. I just didn't have it in me to tell him everything that happened. It almost felt like Namjoon knew but was trying to get it out of me. Soon after my thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. “come in.” I said, finishing up washing my hands.

Namjoon stepped in the bathroom locking the door. “Why are you acting funny whenever I bring up Taehyung?” without thought I opened my mouth and spilled it out. “I had sex with Taehyung in the dream.” Namjoon’s face was void of any emotion. I couldn't tell what he was feeling and that was a first.

“It's cute you have such a crush on a dead guy.” I frowned at his response. “what?” I was confused. “it was just a dream and you were so afraid to tell me?” ok he was taking this information a lot better than I thought he would have. “so you don’t care?” I was still so confused.

“I don’t care, it was just a dream. I don’t get why you were so afraid to tell me this. I could tell something was on your mind heavy. I didn’t think it was this but it's better than my imagination running wild.”

“Well the dream felt so real and I just felt so bad it was like…” Namjoon cut me off “ok I don’t want to hear all the details.now let's get back to the party.” Namjoon unlocked the door and we joined the party again.

I smiled at the sight laid before my eyes. Seokjin and Nina cuddled up on the couch closely with a sleeping Taeyang. “looks like Jin and Nina are ready for one.” I whispered in Joon’s ear. “they do look ready and Seokjin knows how to set a stroller up already.” I nodded my head “don’t worry babe you are a natural. you will get the hang of it.”

The party was dying down and everybody was headed home except for Jin who was helping Namjoon set up the baby monitor. “see it's all set up now it's easy. ” Jin was showing him the baby monitor and how it worked.

“I think your man is ready to put a baby in you” I playfully poked Nina’s stomach. “well we have been talking about it a lot lately.” my jaw dropped “seriously? start soon, Taeyang needs a cousin already. Namjoon is talking about another baby like I didn't just give birth 3 days ago.” Nina chuckled.

“Well you both made a very cute baby so I can see why.”

“Seokjin already knows so much about baby stuff so that's helpful.”

“I know it makes me want to get pregnant right now.”

“Well hurry up and get out of here so you both can get started.”

I grabbed the baby monitor from the counter. Namjoon and I said our goodbyes to Nina and Seokjin and locked the door. We went upstairs to our bedroom and placed the baby monitor on the nightstand.

“Should I check on her again before we go to sleep?” I handed Namjoon the baby monitor “Look at her she is fine. I think the baby monitor should go on your side for sure.” I got comfortable on the bed and soon after fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up to see Namjoon asleep with Taeyang asleep in his arms. My first reaction was aww how cute but also worried she will fall out of his arms. I gently grabbed Taeyang on and I was wrong in thinking she would ever fall. Namjoon held nice and snug the baby wasn’t going anywhere. Namjoon eyes shot open.

“sorry I was trying to put the baby in her crib.” Namjoon yawned “it’s ok i’ll do it. I thought it was Taeyang moving in my arms.”

“I see that you woke up pretty quickly.”

“you were so tired I didn’t want to wake you. Taeyang wouldn't stop crying last night.”

“i’m sorry I didn't hear a thing. I was so tired.”

“no, its fine I had it all under control”

Namjoon got up from the bed and made his way to Taeyang’s nursery. Namjoon and I both agreed that we wouldn’t have the baby sleep in our bed because we would have a huge problem with her sleeping in her nursery.

I made my way downstairs and got started on breakfast.

“she should be up in 3 hours.”

“look at you. you have this whole dad thing figured out.”

“i know i thought it would take me longer.”

“I told you that you would be a natural at it.”

I set the food on the table.

“I made you dalgona coffee today. I know how much you like it and I know you were up all night.”

“thanks baby, very thoughtful of you.” he took a sip of the coffee.

“ so the party last night was fun.”

“it was fun.”

We both stayed silent and soon heard the cries of Taeyang.

“I’ll get her this time.” I went up the stairs and into the nursery. “What’s wrong little baby?’ I asked softly as I picked Taeyang up from her crib. I sat on the rocking chair rubbing soothing circles on her back.

Taeyang closed her eyes and slowly fell back to sleep. I put her back in her crib and watched her pouty lips as she slept peacefully. I headed back downstairs to see Namjoon clearing out the table.

“is everything ok?” he asked as I entered the dining room.

“yes everything's fine Joon she just went back to sleep fairly quickly.”

“well that's good she did.”

“yes that's very good.”

“so you know Seokjin and Nina are really thinking about having a baby now.”

“I blame it on Taeyang. She's just too cute. She has given them both baby fever.”

“she is too cute. What do you think about Jimin’s new girlfriend?”

“well her name is Kay and she's nice and I'm glad he found someone.”

“yea me too I agree with you.”

“so I was thinking we need a date night.”

“we do?”

“yea you don’t think so?”

“Namjoon I don’t know, don't you think it's too soon?”

“no it’s not too soon and you deserve a break sometimes.”

“you are right but who will babysit?”

“well Seokjin and Nina, of course they can practice.”

“true and then we will see if they still want a baby after.

The rest of the day was spent with me doing laundry and Namjoon helping me care for Taeyang. going through bottle after bottle and lots of changing diapers. Taeyang was an easy baby to take care of; she only cried when she needed her diaper changed or to be fed.

The days turned into weeks. Namjoon, Taeyang and I were stuck in our own little bubble at home growing accustomed to our new life as three. Taeyang eyes lit up whenever her dad and I entered her nursery she loved the attention and affection from both her parents. Namjoon and I hit another rough patch. It was hard being new parents and trying to balance things.

It has been 6 weeks since I have given birth to be exact. I was dreading this day. I wasn’t confident in my body after giving birth. It was different. I could notice it. I put on more weight and the stretch marks that now appeared on my body. I wasn't feeling like myself anymore. Nina insisted that Namjoon and I go out and enjoy ourselves

Jin and Nina came over to our place to babysit Taeyang since it would be easier for them to do since everything she needed was at our place. “Don't worry about us, we will be fine just go have fun.” Nina reassured us.

“Namjoon let’s go. They will call us if anything and I’m sure they won’t because they will take care of their God daughter very well.” It was hard to leave but I felt it was even harder on Joon.

Namjoon went over to Jin who was holding Taeyang in his arms and kissed her on the top of her head “ appa will be back soon.” Taeyang smiled at his words.

“Come on Joonie we are going to be late.” I grabbed his hand pulling him towards the door. Finally we headed to the car and drove to our destination.

It was a hotel. The address had to be wrong. “This can’t be right, let me look on my phone again.” Namjoon’s hand goes in his pocket pulling out a card key. “It’s right. Baby now let’s go inside.”

We got out of the car and entered the hotel. Namjoon and I entered this fancy well lit restaurant that was located inside of the hotel. We started our night off eating amazing food and having drinks. We were enjoying each other’s company getting lost in great conversation.

“Do you think Jin and Nina can really watch Taeyang for a night?”

“Yes Namjoon now stop worrying.” I fed him some chocolate covered strawberries.

“You are right. It’s just hard being a parent your...”

“ Your whole world changes, you are in charge of a whole human life and she’s our daughter she will always be on our minds.”

“ yes exactly that’s what I wanted to say you’re right.” Namjoon then called the waiter over for the check.

We went back to the hotel room to shower and get into our pajamas once we laid our heads on the pillow we quickly fell asleep. Being new parents was tiring and exhausting. You get no sleep and any bit of sleep you could get without a crying baby interrupting you had to take full advantage of the moment and that’s exactly what we both did.

The sun shone brightly through the window and I sat up on the bed checking my phone for the time it was 12:42 PM I turned to Namjoon to see him soundly asleep so I got up from the bed starting my morning routine.

I checked my phone once more. It was 1:05 PM and Namjoon was still sleeping. I was getting hungry so I ordered some lunch from room service. My phone shortly rang and it was Nina.

“Hey is everything ok?”

“Yes y/n everything is ok have a little more faith in your best friend please why don’t you.” I could hear her half joking but half serious tone in her voice.

“Ah you right I’m sorry. I had the best sleep ever in a long time thanks to you.”

“Seriously you both just went to bed and didn’t Fuck?”

“Nina, we are new parents to a newborn. You know what’s better than sex? Sleep and I know it’s hard to believe right now but you will see for yourself someday.” She sighed deeply into the phone.

“Ok well I’m going to let you go I hope both of you fuck tonight at least.”

“Tonight? Aren’t we leaving soon.”

“You know what Taeyang is crying, I have to go.” She hung up quickly. “Joon?” I shook him enough to wake him up. “What?” He asked in his groggy voice.

“What time are we leaving?”

“We aren’t leaving today.”

“What do you mean and why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought it would be a good surprise… did Nina tell you?” I began to cry and Namjoon quickly pulled me into a warm embrace.

“Why are you crying, what's wrong?” He rubbed circles on my back. The tables were now turned and I was the one feeling sad about being away from our daughter.

“I feel so guilty now being away from her Namjoon.” He planted kisses on the top of my head.

“Baby we deserve a break sometimes too… if you want to go we can… it’s up to you.”

I looked up at his face and I could read his thoughts without him saying a word. Namjoon didn’t want to go but he was willing to go if I said the words. I didn’t want to mess up the plans I knew he put thought into this and I also knew he was right parents do deserve a break.

“I’m so sorry” I wiped the tears from my face using the back of my hand. Namjoon’s eyes stayed glued on me waiting for my decision.

“We should eat. I ordered some room service and then we can do whatever you want.” I put on my best, brightest smile for Namjoon. I wanted to do whatever it is he wanted to do to make him happy he deserved it.

“It’s ok to feel mommy guilt. It's alright it happens you’re a new mom and this is the first time you are away from her.” Namjoon reassured me.

“It’s our first time and you’re right we’ll be ok it’s just one more day.” I said trying to convince myself more than anything else. There was a knock on the door and the loud ROOM SERVICE to accompany it letting us know our food was here. Namjoon and I opened the door and got our food and began to eat. We talked about our plans for today and how excited we were to see Taeyang tomorrow.

The day was spent with Namjoon and I shopping and ended with another romantic dinner. I had a little too much red wine to drink and was feeling frisky. “Namjoon let’s go back to the hotel room.” I whispered in his ear and began to suck on his ear.

“Y/n you are so drunk right now.”

“Drunk and I want you.” My hands reached for his Vick grabbing it under the table.

“Ok… it’s time for us to go.” I laughed as Namjoon got the check and proceeded to help me out of my chair. Namjoon’s arm over my waist helping me walk to the lobby and we went into the elevator.

“Namjoon I’m horny and it’s been a long time.” I pressed my body up against his my hands running through his hair as I placed a wet sloppy kiss on his lips with lots of tongue.

“Baby…” he smiled into the kiss holding me tightly as if I were to fall any minute. “What?” I asked, messing with the buttons of his shirt.

“We are here.”

“Oh are we?” I pulled away from him trying to walk as best as I could to the room.

“You need to be careful” Namjoon was quickly by my side holding my hand.

“I love you so much”

“I love you so much too.”

Before I knew it we were back in the room Namjoon pressing me up against the door littering my face and neck with kisses. “Take off your clothes now.” I commanded him as I removed my dress and undergarments in a hurry.

“I see you waste no time. ” Namjoon stared deep into my eyes smiling and there it was his cute dimple making an appearance.

“Why are you still dressed?” I helped Namjoon free himself from his slacks and button up shirt. “Look at my baby being in charge.” Namjoon removed his boxers, kicking them off to the side.

“That’s right I’m in charge for tonight so get on the bed.” Namjoon did as I said and I crawled toward him on the bed stopping between his legs sitting up on the bed close to him.

“What are you doing?” He asked, getting impatient with me as I stared at him biting my lip “hey, did you forget? I’m the one who is in charge here.” I grabbed his cock giving it a light squeeze. “Baby…fuck” was his short reply to this action. I crashed my lips into his cutting off any words that were ready to leave his lips.

I grabbed him between his cock and balls, squeezing it enough to see his balls become more defined by the pressure I was giving it. I used my other hand to massage his balls gently with my fingertips.

“Fuck that feels..” I spit on both of my hands and proceeded to grab his dick, moving my hands back and forth on his shaft. I could feel his cock grow harder in my hands. I leaned forward and licked the tip of his head coating my tongue with his pre cum.

“You keep doing that and I’m going to cum right down that throat of yours.” he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed his dick further down my mouth until he was touching the back of my throat. He held me in place his hand rubbing down my neck “Fuck I can feel me in here.” he moaned and I lost it. I squeezed my legs shut together trying to feel some kind of friction between my legs.

I looked up at him as I started bobbing my head slowly taking my time as my tongue glided on his cock feeling the texture and every vein. An audible gasp escaped Namjoon’s mouth and shortly after my mouth was full with his seed. “Lay down now.” He instructed me and I quickly did what I was told. His hands cupped my breasts as he entered me slowly. “You got it so hard and wet for you baby it’s all yours I’m going to fuck you so good. That mouth of yours, your tongue, your lips everything about you just feels like heaven” he stayed in me for a bit as if he were savoring the moment he then started rocking into me slowly.

“Mmm Joonie you’re so perfect your cock is so perfect” I screwed my eyes shut as he went deeper touching places I didn’t know existed until now. My loud moans filled the room enticing Namjoon to bring me to my climax.

“I want you to cum inside of me like the way you came in my mouth.” I opened my eyes giving him my full attention now. “Keep being my good girl and I’ll give you everything you want and more.” Namjoon pinned me to the bed picking up the pace.

My breath quicken and so did my heart rate. I was nearing my peak and Namjoon knew it so he kept going making sure he kept hitting the spot that drove me crazy. My legs went numb and I felt the familiar warm sticky feeling of Namjoon cumming inside of me.

Namjoon laid his head on my chest catching his breath. I was breastfeeding and my breasts were very sensitive. The heavy full feeling of milk in my chest started up again. After the amazing sex milk started to leak out of my chest and before I could say anything Namjoon’s tongue swiped my leaking nipple clean.

“My breasts feel so full. I’m even leaking. I should probably go pump them now.” Namjoon grabbed my shoulders keeping me in place. “wait princess, why don’t you let me help you with that?” Namjoon’s hands wrapped around my left breast and began licking the nipple before putting his mouth over it sucking loudly. “Fuck Namjoon… that feels good you’re getting me wet all over again.” Namjoon softly suckled on my breast emptying as much milk as he could until my breast softened again.

“There you go baby you should feel all better.” Namjoon kissed my lips and I could taste the sweetness of my breast milk on his lips. “I hope you left Taeyang some.” Namjoon rubbed his finger over your other leaking breast. “I think Taeyang should be good, you should pump that other one out then.”

I got up from the bed and started to pump the right breast. “I should keep getting you pregnant so you will always be full of milk.” Namjoon hugged me from behind. “I forgot I was drinking. Taeyang can’t have any of this milk.” Namjoon removed the breast pump “well that just means more for me.”

“Thank you so much for babysitting Taeyang for us.” I said to Nina and Seokjin. Namjoon quickly picked Taeyang out of her bassinet, closely inspecting her making sure she was ok. “Alright everything seems good from what I can see.” Taeyang gave her dad a huge gummy less smile her eyes even twinkled. I found it quite amazing how babies recognize their parents' voices. I mean they should since they hear it all the time but still it fascinated me.

“Yes Namjoon she is in one piece.” Nina sucked her teeth “you know have a little more faith in us. We actually did good.” Seokjin smiled at us. “Well I trust you Seokjin you’re great but Nina…” I cut Namjoon off defending my best friend “Nina is great too. I think they are both ready to be parents. Please give Taeyang a cousin already.”

“Is Namjoon trying to knock you up already?” Nina giggled “come on Namjoon you have to give Y/N some time she just had Taeyang.” Seokjin was being the voice of reasoning. It was no secret Namjoon wanted more babies. He just loved Taeyang so much and couldn’t wait to have more babies like her. “I do want more if I could. I'll have 5 more babies like Taeyang.” Namjoon smiled looking at our daughter snuggled up closely to him as he cradled her in his arms.

“Ok now let’s get going and let the reunited family spend time together.” Nina grabbed her purse and then Seokjin. We said our farewells and watched them as they walked down the driveway.

“I know you want more babies Namjoon but we should wait.” I touched the back of Taeyang’s head gently. Namjoon pouted “you don’t want any more babies with me?” I rolled my eyes at him. “I didn’t say all of that now, let’s just focus on Taeyang for now.” Namjoon smiled looking at Taeyang. “ ok baby, you’re right let’s take it one step at a time then.” Namjoon lightly patted Taeyang’s back and she burped loudly.

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Time passes by so quickly and Taeyang is growing up into the most polite, sweetest toddler, she is so smart and independent and a lot like her dad in some ways. Namjoon and I would notice she would sometimes talk and play like someone was with her. We were always so curious about it, thinking maybe she had an imaginary friend. I finally found a way to ask her about it.

“Taeyang sometimes you look like you are having so much fun and playing with someone.”

“ I am mommy. I play with Taehyung.”

“Taehyung?” My hand clutches my chest.

“Yes mommy, Taehyung he calls me his little sunlight and he tells me he calls you moonlight.” My heart felt like it dropped out of my chest. Taehyung was watching over Taeyang the same way he once looked over me at night. The only difference was he was looking over her during the day.

“That’s amazing sweetheart. I miss Taehyung. I'm glad you get to see him still at least.”

“I see him all the time one time by the pool.”

“By the pool? Taeyang I told you about being by the pool especially when mommy and daddy aren’t around.” Taeyang was too smart for her own good, she loved the water so much and always wanted to go in the pool. she even found her way through what was supposed to be a child proof pool.

“It was only one time mommy.”

“Let it be the first and last time ok?”

“Ok mommy I won’t do it again.”

“Good now let’s go to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a nice day and both daddy and I will take you to the pool ok?”

“Ok mommy good night and tell daddy I said good night too”

“I will, he’s working late at the office today.” I picked Taeyang up and tucked her into bed turning off the lights.

“Good night pretty girl.”

“Good night pretty mommy.” I closed the door halfway Taeyang was afraid of sleeping with the door closed. I went back to my bedroom. I grabbed a bag and started packing some towels and sunblock for tomorrow’s pool day.

“Taeyang are you ready for pool day?” Namjoon asked as Taeyang bounced her red ball around the house. “Yes daddy poolllll.” She squealed in excitement “ok let me see if your mom is ready so we can all go now.”

“Ok daddy hurry up.” Taeyang continued to bounce the ball around the house running after it. “I’m almost done Namjoon. Can you just tie this bathing suit at the top for me please.” I turned my back toward him handing him the two loose strings to my black bikini top. “You look amazing baby.” Namjoon placed a kiss on my neck then tied the strings tightly placing a few more kisses this time on my shoulder.

“Namjoon, stop it today is pool day. Did you forget already?” I slipped the cover up on my body quickly. I picked the bag that I packed last night. “I know it is but you in that bikini distracted me.” I looked out the window to see Taeyang was already outside by the pool with the red ball in hand. “We have to go right now.” as soon as I said those words Taeyang bounced the ball on the ground and it fell in the pool. I saw Taeyang now run after the ball which was in the pool.

I panicked and dropped the bag to the floor. I ran as fast as I could. “TAEYANG.” I yelled running toward the pool hoping I was not going to see my daughter drowning. To my utter shock and surprise Taeyang was sitting away from the pool talking to someone who couldn't be seen. She seemed to be in deep conversation. I assumed it was Taehyung she was talking with and he was stopping her from going after the ball which was now floating in the pool.

“TAEYANG.” I yelled again as I scooped her from off the floor holding her tight. “Don’t you ever do that again you hear me? “ Namjoon shortly arrived. “What happened is everything ok?” I handed her to Namjon, feeling the tears welling in my eyes. “Yes everything is fine I just thought she was going to… let’s just enjoy today it's pool day.” I didn't want to upset Joon so I left the situation as it was.

Namjoon, Taeyang and I got into the pool. Taeyang was so happy in her dad’s arms splashing around in the water. “I think we should get her some swimming lessons.” I suggested Namjoon. “I think so too it’ll be good for her… I thought we were going to find her in the pool too. So she needs to learn to swim just in case.” silly of me to think Namjoon was oblivious to what was going on I should have known better.

After some hours of swimming we went back inside the house to shower and have dinner. We relaxed in the house for a bit watching TV before going to bed. The swimming from earlier in the day had left us all tired. I tucked Taeyang in her bed and she closed her eyes immediately, falling sound asleep.

“Moonlight did you miss me?” I heard Taehyung’s husky voice through the speaker. “Yes I missed you so much.” I replied sleepily. I now felt bad thinking about when was the last time I thought or even heard from him. Raising a child was a lot of work but still that was no excuse. I felt the strong connection I had with him was no longer there.

“I’m sorry…” I said getting choked up. “Sleep love I’ll always see you in your dreams I’m always with you all.” I felt relaxed and my body finally gave into sleep. “ you are always with us all aren’t you?” I continued the conversation in my dream. “I know you are around Taeyang a lot, she told me. Thank you for keeping her safe.” I could now see Taehyung’s face clearly glowing in the sunlight.

“Since you don’t need me anymore I’m seeing less of you but it’s alright.” He pushed my hair back from my face. “You and Namjoon Hyung are so happy it makes me happy. Taeyang needs her brother. I'm glad she will have one soon, but that's why I was always around her.” Not only am I getting this talk from Namjoon but Taehyung also.

“Brother? How you know it will be a boy…” he cut me off with a kiss on the cheek. “I know everything moonlight especially when it comes to you. It’s time for me to go. I won’t be needed anymore.” He held my hand in his “don’t say that Taehyung you will always be needed.” He kissed the back of my hand.

“I have to step into the light and be at peace. I want to thank you all for being so great to me. I have to go, it's time you are all doing great now I have done my work here.” I placed my head on his shoulder “I don’t want you to ever leave us though.” Taehyung put his arm over my shoulder. “You won’t have time for me, you will be even more busy. I need you to wake up for me moonlight.”

I tossed and turned in the bed slowly waking up. “Good morning beautiful.” Namjoon kissed my nose. “Are you ok? you were moving a lot in your sleep.” I sat up on the bed “Yea I’m fine I had a dream…” I ran to the bathroom feeling like I was going to throw up any minute now. “Are you ok?” I began to throw up in the toilet not once but twice. “I think… I mean I know I’m pregnant.” It clicked in my head the things Taehyung said to me in my dream. Namjoon’s eyes widened in shock “oh? Did you take a test? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Namjoon I just found out right now.” I began brushing my teeth.

“Are you saying this because you threw up? You should make sure before you…”

“Namjoon trust me I’m sure. This isn’t my first time and the baby is growing inside of me you know. I’ll take a test right now to prove it.”

I went under the sink cabinet grabbing a pregnancy I sat on the toilet peeing on it. . We waited 3 minutes which felt like the longest 3 minutes ever. The test was faced down so none of us could see the results. The alarm on Namjoon’s phone went off indicating the 3 minutes were up. I took a deep breath and flipped over the test which read ‘pregnant’ Namjoon jumped in excitement “ we’re having another baby.” Namjoon lift me up, placing a kiss on my lips.

Taeyang walked in the bathroom “mommy and daddy I’m hungry.” Namjoon was still holding me. “Why are you holding mommy?” She laughed “we just got some good news Taeyang.”

“You are going to be a big sister!” Namjoon blurted out excitedly.

“I’m going to have a sister?” Taeyang like her father, began jumping in excitement.

“I think a brother.” I whispered to Taeyang recalling what Taehyung told me in my dream last night.

“How do you know?” She asked curiously.

“Someone told me.” We went downstairs to the kitchen getting breakfast ready. I would miss Taehyung so much but the memories I have of him will never fade away no matter how much time passed. I just wanted Taehyung to be happy the same way we were. We all had to move on like he did but I always knew Taehyung was still with us all.

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Sugary Sweet

(Polyamory au) ( Bunny Hybrid! Reader x Tiger Hybrid! Taehyung x Cat Hybrid! Yoongi x Owner! Namjoon)

SUMMARY: Namjoon has a perfect life once he moves out of the city to a cabin alongside his two rescue hybrids, Yoongi and Taehyung. But then one night in the middle of the rainstorm they find you, a bunny hybrid, hiding in their chicken coop.

WARNINGS: Anxiety attacks, Anxious! Namjoon, mentions of hybrid abandonment, hybrid mistreatment, Half of this is Domestic fluff, possessive behavior.

W/C: 5,000 words of backstory you don't need + 5,000 words of pure fluff

A/N: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ THIS IS A VERRY VERRY HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO MY MAIN HUMAN @peeachypop ❤️WHO I KNOW IS A SLUT FOR TIGER HYBRID TAEHYUNG AND CAT YOONGI, AND AN INTELECTUAL BOYFRIEND NAMS.❤️❤️❤️ I HOPE YOUR NEXT YEAR IS FILLED WITH AS MUCH FLUFF AS THIS ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

- Namjoon was not what you call a people person, not most days anyway.

- Most of the time he preferred to sit at his desk in his little box of an apartment building and write away at his laptop, content only to leave if inspiration was failing him or if his need for caffeine overtook his anxiety.

- Public places made him anxious, the clawing dread in his chest something he couldn’t shove down and live through, of course Namjoon was admittedly living in the middle of one of the largest metropolitan cities in the world. But the feeling didn’t go away and leave him with age like it should have when he’d aged from being a shy school child into being a full-fledged adult with an anxiety disorder.

- Instead mid twenties Namjoon sat down at his desk for almost a whole year and wrote a book. Of course it was successful, the fantasy and philosophical tidbits combined to an adventure story that captivated audiences.

- His publishers tried to get him to go for photo ops and for interviews no matter how much they begged Namjoon even as his novel climbed on the bestseller list. He didn’t want to look like a bumbling idiot in front of cameras, all those eyes on him, just the thought of it made him feel like he was going to be sick.

- So Namjoon’s daily routine was this, he woke up at a time most people would consider lunch or even dinner, and wrote for a few hours. Then he would go out for coffee at around 6 pm or so when everything wasn’t so crowded in his favorite coffee shop (that his best and only friend Jin owned, they’d only became friends with because back when Namjoon’s anxiety wasn’t so bad Namjoon used to write late night in Seokjin’s 24/hour coffee shop.)

- It’s an idea for his next book that makes him adopt a hybrid, because he’d never had one and Namjoon is always thorough in his research, and if he’s going to write about a hybrid character then he needs to know what it’s like to live with one.

- The beginning of the process is surprisingly easy, but the next step, actually choosing one is the hardest. Namjoon looks in the room of bounding puppies and foxes and bears that are all playing and biting each other’s ears and Namjoon isn't comforted just overwhelmed.

- Not able to choose Namjoon turns and walks down the hall, thinking that maybe this was a mistake, maybe he should just make the character in his book a human, maybe it was bad of him too want to get a hybrid for selfish reasons when in reality they where so close to people.

- “Hey watch where you’re going!” a low grumpy voice says the second before Namjoon trips over a pair of stretched out legs. Namjoonfalls flat on his face barely managing to catch himself against the linoleum. He doesn’t even know how he manages to scratch his palms so bad. They make him hiss in pain as he picks himself up.

- “What the fuck! can’t you see anything with those glasses?” the person growls, dressed in all black baggy clothes, a round face with a hood pulled up over his head and a pair of headphones. “Apparently not” Namjoon says wiping his scraped hands on his jeans. One of the attendants comes crashing through the door. “I’m sorry mister! Did he hurt you at all?” Namjoon stutters out a no before they turn to small man that Namjoon tripped over.

- Namjoon is just about to apologize to him again before the attendant hisses almost lower than Namjoon can hear, “you where supposed to be in your pen Yoongi, making sure you didn’t bother the patrons. Now apologize.” Namjoon spies the electric prod through the attendants waste, the way his hand hovers on it and the way Yoongi shrinks into the back, no not the man- the hybrid, whose hands are covered by the large sweatshirt that sticks over his hands, and the black hood that covers lumps which must be ears of some sort.

- “I’m sorry” Yoongi says, his face downward. And Namjoon feels the protective instinct in him swell up. Thoughtlessly he reaches up and pushes back Yoongi’s hood, Yoongi flinches and Namjoon becomes even more displeased as he spies the small black cat ears that are poking out of the hybrids rumpled curly hair.

- “Actually, I was just talking to Yoongi about the possibility of adopting him when I tripped, we where just on our way to the office.” Yoongi’s eyes are wide as dinner plates alongside the attendants, his lips parted, his puffy tail swishing. No matter how hard they try to convince Namjoon to adopt “a more suitable companion.”

- Namjoon won’t budge. Yoongi is going to be his hybrid.

- Namjoon assures the facilities manager again and again that he knows the return policy and that this hybrid is the one he wants. The middle-aged woman goes on and on about how Yoongi is the most disobedient and disrespectful hybrid in the whole facility. But her whole speech about how horrible the hybrid next to him is just makes him want to adopt the other more.

- Yoongi keeps his eyes downcast for the entirety of the meeting, With every negative word Yoongi shrinks a little bit more, his shoulders crumpling in on himself, it’s only when the woman leaves that he talks, “are you sure you still want me?”

- “You want to leave here right?” Namjoon answers. Yoongi sends a tentative glace in the direction of the corner of the room, and Namjoon spies a camera, it’s red eye blinking, recording their conversation . “Please.” Yoongi begs, low and almost a whisper. His eyes down at the floor. Namjoon’s hand comes up to rub against his ears and Yoongi flinches again.

- A 400,000 won adoption fee later and Yoongi is heading out of the adoption facility side by side with Namjoon. His belongings in a black backpack on his back. “It’s not much,” Namjoon says, when he flicks on the light to his pre-war apartment, the brick walls pained over with white and the old fashion fridge and steal sink filled with dishes that Namjoon meant to do this morning before leaving “But I hope it’s enough.”

- He probably should have cleaned up a little bit and now he finds himself shy over how Dingee his apartment looks with cobwebs in the arched ceilings, the piles of his rough draft on the small circular table by the window where Namjoon eats, the battered curtains drawn up close against the windows and the thread bear blue velvet couch that Namjoon falls asleep on editing 9 times out of ten.

- Yoongi doesn’t make a sound one way or another, but Namjoon busies himself with dishes when he notices Yoongi’s eyes are filling with tears and prattles to Yoongi about his collection of take-out menus and that Yoongi can choose tonight. Yoongi’s not upset about the state of the apartment though- he’s so so happy, because this place is his, he’d never had his own space before.

- Over the first few weeks of owning Yoongi, Namjoon starts to realize, Namjoon might not be a people person because he’s hybrid person.

- Yoongi could be biting in his comments and harsh with his undertones but at the end of the day, he never curled up on Namjoon’s pull out couch to sleep, instead preferring to curl up around Namjoon’s thighs in Namjoon’s bed.

- Even if he pretended that he didn’t want cuddles when Namjoon would enter his room around bedtime and find the small hybrid curled up in the very middle of his bed watching some TV show on the TV propped up on his dresser. Even if the hybrid hissed at Namjoon when he initially tried to pet his ears, it was always around the third of 4th pass when Yoongi finally relaxed against Namjoon, the slow purring filling his bedroom.

- Yoongi might bitrate and badger Namjoon for more cream in the fridge or laugh openly whenever Namjoon trips, but he always always always purrs when Namjoon shows him any sort of affection. The low rumbling making Namjoon smirk, and Yoongi blush as his eyes blink closed lazily.

- After the first few weeks, once Yoongi gets comfortable Namjoon is sure that Yoongi is the most affectionate hybrid that he’s ever met.

- Namjoon doesn’t realize how much the companionship is doing for his mental health, his anxiety, until they go out to the store one-day together. Usually he would never think about going to the store during the day, but Yoongi literally drags him away from the first draft of his novel and makes Namjoon go.

- “I swear to god Joon if you live off of microwave meals forever you’re going to get an ulcer and die” he hisses when Namjoon tries to drag it out so that E-mart will be a little bit less crowded from people just getting off work. But Namjoon just smiles’, knowing the bickering is how Yoongi shows he cares.

- They go to the store, and with Yoongi by his side Namjoon doesn’t get anxious at all. It’s a miracle really, and when Namjoon realizes it late one night when they’re walking through the crowded streets of Gangnam, feeling as at ease as he would in his own home. He would have gotten a hybrid much much sooner if he knew it would have had such a positive effect on his life, and as far as hybrids go…Namjoon can tell that Yoongi is special.

- But then one day, Yoongi looses him in the crowd, there are too many faces, too many people moving at a brisk pace through the lit up streets of Myeongdong, food stalls advertise food with shouts that crowd out his mind, and then someone recognizes him from the cover on the back of his book and shouts his name and even more people turn and Namjoon can’t breath as someone takes out their phone and shoves a camera in his face the flash making white spots dance along with the black in his vision.

- Yoongi’s hand is like a vice around his as he pulls Namjoon away towards the subway station. Namjoon curls into Yoongi’s shoulder and doesn’t look at a single person as he shakes through the end of the panic attack on the subway ride home. Listening only to Yoongi’s voice as it says low in his ear “we’re gonna be okay Namjoon- you’re okay, no ones looking at you, hell I won’t look at you if you don’t want me too.”

- It takes a few weeks, and more than a few days with Yoongi curled up on the pull out couch and Namjoon’s bed, Namjoon’s head buried in Yoongi’s shoulder. Before Namjoon can even think about setting foot outside again.

- And then the eventual question from Yoongi “if Seoul makes you so anxious- why don’t you just move?”

- “Don’t you like the city?” Namjoon asks, by lew of an answer. Really Namjoon could move, he only meets with his publishers every few months and his editor, Jimin communicates with him mostly through email or Skype call. Namjoon could move to the countryside and out of Seoul. but Namjoon thought Yoongi had grown up in the city like himself, and that he would want to stay, “Not if it make you like this Joon.” Yoongi admits, his teeth gnawing on his lower lip as the hybrid looks up at him from beneath his lashes, concerned.

- Namjoon searches for a house in the greater Seoul area and comes across a few good options, a modern loft in a residential neighborhood, but that doesn't have a yard, or a condo- which is right next to a park near a train station and this gorgeous little turn of the century cabin, with two stories and two bedrooms. His second novel peaks at number 2 on the best sellers list. “We need to get a car before we buy a house out there.” Namjoon realizes a few weeks after that- because as much as pictures are lovely he knows Yoongi needs to see the house in person.

- They find a gently used car for sale on Facebook and Namjoon is just walking to pick It up in the theater district early one evening when he spies something.

- The red circus tent is being dismantled, half of the red and white spiral fabric hangs limp or gently flapping in the brisk wind. A lone workman operates a lift putting cages into the back of the truck.

- Namjoon walks by it slowly, eyeing the grubby body in the bottom of that crate. The sound of chains rattling as the hybrid inside pulls against the chains snags his attention. The workman notices Namjoon looking and Namjoon shrinks, abashed to be caught staring. “Hey cut that out!” the man growls hitting a wrench against the side of the cage. The hybrid inside flinches back for a moment and stills before he starts pulling again.

- Namjoon make eye contact with the pair of the most beautiful golden eyes that he’s ever seen; the boy is dirty, the striped tail that curls around his body protectively (for some form of comfort or warmth) is grubby brown when it should be orange. He’s probably a few years younger than Namjoon is. Namjoon spies curved orange ears sticking out the top of his head and reverses direction.

- “Where are these hybrids going to go?“ he asks the workman, who looks down at him before he finishes loading the crate onto the truck and pulls away. Namjoon waits as he gets out of the lift and hops down.

- “The circus is shut down, this ones probably going to be euthanized, he’s the only rare-breed that couldn’t be auctioned off, while the domestic breeds will be sent to adoption agencies.”

- Namjoon peers into the container, and sees a gaggle of dog and cat hybrids that are huddled, each of their hands and feet bound, watching Namjoon with scared and hungry eyes. The tiger hybrid in the cage’s expression is desolate, he knows where he’s headed, but still his hands pull against the chains that fasten him to the bottom of the cage, unable to give up quite yet.

- The money for the car in his pocket feels so heavy like it might bring Namjoon to the floor or tear a hole through his pocket. Namjoon makes a split second decision, fuck getting a car, “I’ll give you 5 million won right now if you give him to me.”

- The delivery man looked at the wad of cash in Namjoon’s hands like he might not take it. “You know what you’re offering to do is extremely illegal.” Namjoon’s jaw was tense, he knows the laws about illegal adoptions, but he stares the workman down. The man sighs and takes the envelope, after a moment, glancing at the money inside, before he takes out his keys. Namjoon heaved a sigh of relief.

- The hybrid had heard the entire conversation but still wasn’t saying anything, he skitters back against the wall when the man unlocks the front door of the cage, taking care to unlock the shackles around his ankles before stepping back.

- Those golden eyes where stuck open blinking wildly. The boy shivering, his shoulders tense and his curved ears pinned back to his head as he curled his hands around the bars of the cage and hopped out of back of the truck. Namjoon saw a full body shiver run through him as his bare feet hit the floor.

- The man undid the shackles around his wrists. The hybrid hissing and biting his lip when they rip away from the red skin, broken in the place around the ball of his wrist.

- The hybrid can barely walk, let alone think about trying to escape as he goes from one captor to another. The man doesn’t look threatening but Taehyung knows you can never be sure. His muscles are too tired to fight anymore to resist going with the man who looks well dressed, in a thick wool coat and a pair of wire-rimmed glasses.

- Namjoon shocks Taehyung by pulling off that coat and tossing it over Taehyung’s bare shoulders, making him shrink further into himself before he clutches the jacket around his chest and lets Namjoon hook an arm underneath one of his as he sways at the rush of blood to his head, narrowly keeping him from falling over. “It’s okay. I’ve got you” Namjoon says as he starts to lead Taehyung back down the street in the direction of his apartment.

- “I don’t like him, he take up so much room.” Yoongi whines after the third day, Taehyung is stretched out on Namjoon and Yoongi’s couch on his stomach his bushy tail waving lazily as he dozes, his fun now clean and a light orange color, his golden eyes closed to the world.

- Taehyung even has stripes, slightly darker patches his skin that tan a little darker and quicker than the rest of him, he’s spent the last few days looking out the “portal” (that Yoongi continually corrected him where called “windows”), so the small ones on his face are the most noticeable.

- When Namjoon had taken him home and taken a look at his injured wrists, he’d also gotten a look at the back of his thighs and back, scared from countless whippings that where fresh in a few places. It would be a few more days until he could lie on his back comfortably, and Namjoon had already bought the hybrid a can of scarring cream. (He even went to the store to buy it by himself, Yoongi was insanely proud. Even if the shock of Namjoon bringing home another hybrid instead of the car he was supposed to buy prevented him from saying it just yet.)

- “He doesn’t have anywhere else to go Yoon, and I won’t put him out on the street.” Namjoon hushes from his desk in his bedroom. Aware that Taehyung can probably hear him.

- Despite his upbringing, the tiger hybrid is anything but cold, though it did take a few days for his sunny personality to shine through the years of trained obedience reinforced by abuse. He’d broken a plate on his 5th night, and Namjoon had blanched when Taehyung had shrunk and pleaded, “please don’t beat me” in a hushed voice.

- Namjoon had been overcome with guilt and horror at those 4 soft words. And the hybrid had shook through his first hug ever as Namjoon had wrapped in him in his arms and tucked his orange head against his shoulder. Yoongi too- had folded himself against the hybrids back, and Taehyung had watched astounded as Yoongi scent marked him nuzzling into his shoulder and letting out a reassuring purr that made Namjoon melt.

- Namjoon sat him down and tried to assure the hybrid that he wasn’t going to be treated that way here. Or ever again if Namjoon had anything to say about it. After that incident, Yoongi lets Taehyung cuddle him whenever he wants- which is most of the time.

- After the initial shyness melted away came the unassuming wonder at everything in the world, Taehyung had only ever seen the world outside of a metal cell or a large stage, and now he found the things that Yoongi and Namjoon overlooked exceeding endearing and excited. Taehyung tripped over his words, telling Namjoon about everything and everything that he had spied about the window out his apartment.

- “You mean we have a mailman!? The same man who delivers mail to all of Seoul stops by our apartment building! Someone should give him a present for doing so much work!” Taehyung is so excited to learn about the most mundane of things that Namjoon can’t burst his bubble, even if Yoongi tries, his nonplused and realist side making an appearance no matter how Namjoon tries to discourage him from bursting the adorable bubble that is Kim Taehyung.

- Taehyung Splashes in the water of Namjoon’s small bathtub with his large hands making Yoongi hiss when he tries to force the other hybrid to take a bath with him. Whining cutely when Namjoon clipped his nails (Namjoon was lucky that Taehyung didn’t actually have claws- it was just that the people at the circus had made him grow his nails out too look like them) and that endlessly boxy smile that lit up the entire apartment, even making Yoongi blush.

- Taehyung was so loveable, constantly throwing himself on top of Namjoon when he works, never even thinking about sleeping on the couch instead preferring to curl around Yoongi or the foot of Namjoon’s bed at night.

- Yoongi is his favorite thing to cuddle, no matter how the other hybrid whined and pushed him away, complaining to Namjoon when the younger nibbled and licked at Yoongi’s ears in something similar to grooming. Yoongi yowls and swats at Taehyung when he calls Yoongi “cub” ignoring him for a whole day and almost reducing the younger hybrid to tears. After that Taehyung always calls him hyung.

- With Taehyung they definitely need more space, and Tae looks so forlorn looking out of the window every chance he gets, his tail swishing behind him every time someone walks down the street below. Namjoon wishes he had a yard or someplace to let Taehyung burn off all of his energy, It’s been a struggle to get legal papers for the hybrid and until he does, Namjoon can’t let him go outside so much.

- Namjoon expedites the process for moving them. Getting a car finally so that they can take trips with a realtor to the outskirts of Seoul. The cottage that Namjoon finally decides on is a cozy 2 story with 2 bedrooms, the master with it’s attached study making up the entire second floor, it’s got a nice balcony there too and a combined living room and kitchen on the ground floor. the patio doors open up from the kitchen onto an old brick semi-circle.

- The whole building is made for a view of the rolling forested hills that start at the edge of their property. The Realator even says there are trails there. Namjoon’s never been a nature person but maybe he could be. It’s a little older, with squeaky floorboards but a lot of chareter, Taehyung says he can fix it up (a nice thought, but Yoongi and Namjoon both cringe when they think about letting Taehyung near power tools)

- Taehyung certainly loves it- especially when he spies the open back yard and the pond at the border of their property, traipsing through it and getting covered with mud Much to Yoongi’s disgust.

- “I am not letting you cuddle me until you’ve had at least 2 baths Tae” he growls when Taehyung tries to drown the other with hugs. Namjoon can’t bring it in himself to refuse him as Taehyung hugs him in the yard getting his black slacks dirty.

- Namjoon’s squeal of protest makes a muted clucking resonate from the side of the house. Taehyung’s ears perk up, his tail stilling. “No no no Tae-“ Namjoon says, dashing after him when he takes off. The realtor mentioned something about chickens, and Namjoon feels dread fill his stomach as he thinks about explaining to them that yeah my hybrid attacked one of your chickens but it’s not really his fault because it’s just in his instincts too want to chase after things that are small and prey sized.

- Coming around the side of the house with Yoongi hot on his heels. How the hell Taehyung managed to fit his shoulders and his whole body through a tiny door Namjoon doesn’t know, but he’s sitting in the chicken coup with one of the hens forcefully restrained in his lap, the ripple of purring immediately halting Namjoon and Yoongi as Taehyung rubs his scent all over the chicken.

- “Fluffy babies.” Taehyung says, while he pets rougher than the chicken likes. The chicken squawks and tries to get away, very uncomfortable with Taehyung’s forceful show of affection but unable to escape his hands. “my fluffy babies.”

- “Did you like the house?” the relator asks when they come back inside. After they bribed Taehyung with ice-cream to get out of the chicken coop. “We’ll take it” Yoongi smiles, his hand on the small of Taehyung’s back, their tails entwine behind their back, something Yoongi only allows when he’s been feeling particularly affectionate.

- Moving is easy when you’ve got two young hybrids to help pack everything away and shove it into a small moving van. Namjoon says goodbye to his old apartment and the city he grew up in with both of his hybrids chatting away in the back seat of his car.

- The hills and forest behind the cottage are misty in the morning of late fall. One of the unrealized consequences of moving out of Seoul is that now they can’t eat out for every meal (though there is a pizza place and an panda express in town that they order from often enough) but Yoongi surprisingly becomes the de facto cook.

- The countryside is much better for Namjoon’s mental health than the city was, in the mornings; he looks out from the second story balcony and feels calmness settle into his bones. Sometimes Yoongi will join him, wrapping his arms around Namjoon’s waist and nuzzling his head between his shoulders.

- “You stole my heater.” Yoongi complains when Namjoon finally turns around. Namjoon kisses the pout off of Yoongi’s face, making him gasp and grip the front of Namjoon’s shirt.

- “You still have your other one back there.” Namjoon nods at their bedroom. The king-sized bed- freshly purchased, and Taehyung starfished in the middle of it, laying on his stomach, his tail flicking in his sleep. “Yeah but that one snores worse than you do.”

- Namjoon’s chuckle rouses Taehyung from sleep. And he blinks up at them wearily, making grabby hands in their direction and whining for them to keep cuddling him. Neither Namjoon nor Yoongi can turn him down.

- It’s not a surprise when Namjoon finds both of his hybrids kissing one morning, Yoongi hoisted up on the counter in the kitchen so that he’s taller than Taehyung for once. Taehyung’s hands wrapped in Yoongi’s thighs almost swallowing them. When they pull away, Yoongi is so flustered that he nearly combusts when he sees Taehyung smirking at Namjoon like the cat that got the cream.

- One month in, a fox sneaks into Taehyung’s chicken coop and kills 2 out of the 10 chickens, including his favorite one, a caramel colored on that was the softest according to Tae. Taehyung cries about it for a week and then he goes on a hunt, scouring the forested hills behind their property for any sign of the fox, and crying more when he finds none.

- Thunder and a rainstorm rage outside a week after Taehyung gives up the hunt. Namjoon’s family sits cozy at their wooden table with the chipped edges, warm soup and fresh bread almost ready to be eaten, Taehyung is telling Namjoon animatedly about a website he found that would let them order chickens like can you even believe that you can get baby chicks through the mail, like what do they eat when they’re-

- And suddenly Taehyung stops, going still in the listless predatory way he does sometimes, his ears tilt in the direction of his chicken coup. Tae’s ears pick up on some movement outside making him dash out the door in fear, forgetting his shoes. Feet splashing in the mud outside the patio door left open in his hurry.

- Taehyung has much finer senses than Yoongi does, so its not surprising that Taehyung picked up on the disturbance before Yoongi. But the other still dashes after him, Namjoon pulls on his shoes less quick then the others grabbing a flashlight off the mantle.

- The wind outside pushes rain in his face as Namjoon trots towards the chicken coup, “Namjoon!” Yoongi yells, his voice panicked “come quick!” Namjoon starts running, not bothering to pull up the hood to his jacket against the coming rain; Yoongi is holding Taehyung back as his low growl ripples threateningly like the thunder above them.

- And then through the coop a small, tiny whimper. Namjoon grabs a hold of Taehyung and peers around him dropping his flashlight in shock at what he sees.

- Yoongi manages to tear Taehyung out of the door as Namjoon crouches down. “Hey there- they’re no need to be afraid,” he says, making his voice low and honeyed. Stretching out his hand.

- The bunny hybrid in front of his is impossibly small, pillowed among the fresh hay that Taehyung had put in there just a day ago, clad in clothes that are no where near warm enough for the weather and soaked to the bone.

- You shake with a mixture of fear and cold, your bunny ears almost hidden with how they’re tucked close to your skull. “I didn’t mean to trespass- I’m sorry I- it’s just so cold outside and-” you cut off with a whimper hiding your face in your hands.

- Namjoon feels movement behind him and its Tae who’d momentarily gotten out of Yoongi’s hold Tae’s looking at you like he’s more curious than worried but you whimper and shrink back into the corner.

- And Namjoon is pushing them both away, “No! no- don’t worry about them.” Yoongi murmurs that he’ll take Tae inside, and you relax when they disappear from view. “I’m sorry about Tae he’s just a little overprotective of his ladies” as if sensing that you’re talking about them- the chickens around you coo and huff in their feathers. You peer out of your hands at the chickens. Who look at you interested- to them you must smell different from the other hybrid they’re accustomed to hanging around.

- “This chicken coop is no place someone to spend the night” Namjoon says, straitening up slowly as to not startle you, his hand still outstretched, “especially in this weather, but my houses is far warmer.” You stair at Namjoon’s hand for a moment, and internally he coos when your nose and your ear twitches.

- You gnaw on your lower lip, but then you reach out tentatively so that you can take his hand and he can pull you up to your full height. You don’t even have to stoop in the chicken coop, whereas Taehyung almost has to double over.

- How can someone be so small, Namjoon wonders as he carefully leads you back inside. You almost bolt again, several times, especially when you see Tae and Yoongi peering at you from around the corner as Namjoon ushers you upstairs. You’re still shaking like a leaf when he settles you into a bath and leaves you to disrobe and warm up in peace, saying that there’s some stew waiting for you downstairs when you’re ready. Leaving some clean clothes outside your door.

- “I don’t want either of you making her feel uncomfortable when she comes downstairs, she’s skittish, and she’s clearly been through a lot, I don't want her getting startled.”

- “It’s probably because we’re predators” Yoongi notes, carefully picking the meat out of a portion of the stew he made leaving the vegetables, especially careful to give you most of the baked carrots. Taehyung whines at Yoongi’s words, “I swear I wouldn’t have like- attacked her or anything- I was just so surprised to find another hybrid on our property.”

- “uhm Namjoon” a quiet voice- your voice says from the doorway, you’re only half in it, hiding from behind the edge to shield your body, even in Yoongi’s clothes the long sleeve shirts is almost falling off your shoulder, the pants tied tights around a tiny waist the little black cotton tail poking out the hole that was usually for Yoongi’s tail.

- Yoongi and Namjoon resist the urge to coo when you blush, Taehyung watches you with his golden eyes, his tail swishing back and forth quickly. “Here darling” Namjoon says, extending a hand which you take and sit at the table, sitting on your hands, your ears are still pushed back against your wet hair. Still pinned back.

- By the time you’ve finished your stew you’re nearly asleep in the soup bowl, slumped in your chair asleep, tipping to your left into Yoongi who catches you almost barely. His hand comes up shakily, Shure you’re still partially awake when he combs his hands through your hair, feeling the silkiness of your black ears. twined through your hair, pink in the middle and black on the outside, they twitch, your nose mimicking them when your head falls against his shoulder. a little buzzing noise coming out of your throat, sounding something like contentment.

- Yoongi resists the urge to purr. His hand stills on your forehead, his eyebrows knit together, “she feels a little warm.” He murmurs to Namjoon and Taehyung.

- Yoongi carries you to onto the couch, which Namjoon has cast a sheet over, lying your head against the pillow where you barely stir as Taehyung throws their fluffiest blanket over you, your feet quirking to the side kicking a little as your ears perk up.

- Namjoon rests his hand against your flushed cheeks, Yoongi is right, a fever is slowly starting to rise within you.

- “I don’t wanna take medicine” you whine when Namjoon makes you take some the next morning, though you have to admit you don’t feel so good, the heat in your body makes you feel hazy and not all there as you let a predator, an actual predator cuddle up to your side, though Taehyung whines from the doorway, still watching you. Though admittedly he’d tried, and you’d almost jumped off of the couch before Namjoon stopped Taehyung with a raised hand.

- You’re not exactly intimidated by the tiger hybrid still, but your first meeting wasn’t exactly glowing by any review- so you’re comfortable with him staying away for now. “Would some carrots make it better?” Yoongi plies, and you’re distracted momentarily, but you still won’t open your mouth to take Namjoon’s waiting spoon full of red liquid for your throat.

- Yoongi’s fingers tickle your bunny tail and make you shout, giving Namjoon the perfect opportunity to shove the medicine in your mouth. You’re pouty and angry at all of them until Yoongi brings you carrots and some more munchies including strawberry ice cream that makes your ears flop and twitch happily.

- Namjoon lets you stretch out across his lap as he pets your ears, by the end of the day you’re feeling better, not quite so hazy and you gush to him about how you didn’t know something could be so cute and yummy at the same time.

- Which of course Leeds Namjoon to buying you a light pink pullover and a white skirt as well as knee socks and a whole bunch of pastel clothing that you absolutely adore wearing. Even getting you a little bit of makeup because girls like that sort of thing don’t they?

- Namjoon cannot resist spoiling all of you; he’s always sitting next to you and pulling you to lie against him, as well as hoisting your feet up in his lap to rub a lazy thumb across your shins. It takes you a little while to adjust to just how affectionate Namjoon and the others can be, but you begin to accept more of it. As spring warms to summer Namjoon finds himself taking the three of you out more often, into town and into the outskirts of the city.

- Official adoption papers where easy to come by for you and Taehyung now that you where both out of the city where the laws where more harsh. Stray hybrids where often found out here and adopted as farm hands, it was easy to claim both you and Taehyung as adoptees. And Namjoon even got a tax right off.

- He celebrates by taking the three of his hybrids out to the movies and dinner, and you all argue between which movie you should see, a mystery (Yoongi’s choice), an action thriller (Taehyung’s choice), and a romantic comedy (your choice.)

- It’s not surprising to Namjoon that they end up watching the romantic comedy. All you have to do is pout and Taehyung and Namjoon melt unable to resist you and the way your ears flop around your face, your eyes wide and almost tear-filled, your nose twitching cutely.

- God they are so so whipped for you already it’s not even funny.

- Yoongi is the only one who it take convincing, and he ends up pouting on the other side of Namjoon who holds your hand through all the sad parts while Taehyung practically wails on the other side of you, always a little sensitive.

- “You’re all a bunch of crybabies.” Yoongi complains, but later you catch him holding onto your hand a little tighter, not wanting to let it go when you go to get fresh fruit parfaits afterword’s at the only all-night restaurant in town and you know the sad ending where the two love interests don’t end up together is weighing on him in a way he won’t express.

- You’re still sleeping in the living room that night when Yoongi comes down and peels back the covers to slip underneath your little burrow of warmth to press his head against your neck and scent mark you, the usual way he greets you now. “Wanna come to the big bed tonight?” he asks, and you make a non-committal noise as he pulls you up.

- In the main bedroom Taehyung is already asleep, but Namjoon is still writing more, his head against the headboard and his eyes tired, glasses pushed up on his face as he sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, making it stick up in all sorts of directions.

- “Joonie you should go to sleep.” Yoongi says, “the writers block will be better in the morning” forcefully pushing Namjoon’s laptop closed “just one more second, need to save,” he says, barely casting you a glance as you go over to his side of the bed and tell him too scoot over while Yoongi peals back Taehyung’s arms and settles himself under the crook up his elbow.

- Yoongi’s tail flicks as he watches Namjoon write a few more seconds. Finally leaning up to press a kiss to his lips and take the laptop out of his lap. “Alright alright” Namjoon says when his hybrid pulls away, his lips pink and damp and cute. “Bed now- I get it-“

- Namjoon runs a hand down your back next to him where you’re propped up on a pillow under your chest too look at him. Namjoon see’s the way you’re looking at him and know, knows what you’re thinking and what you want. After all how many goodnight kisses does Taehyung whine for on the regular? It took at least a dozen to get him to go to sleep that night without Yoongi in the bed even though he was bone tired from repairing the chicken coup today.

- “Want a goodnight kiss sweetheart?” Your tail twitches happily as you nod, Namjoon leans one hand supporting himself on the other side of your head, his lips sweet and soft that make you sigh against the seem of his lips.

- Yoongi would never say anything, but in that moment, he looks up at Tae and finds him watching you with something like longing in his eyes. But he doesn’t mention it ever, only holding onto the other hybrids shoulder and nuzzling further into him.

- Yoongi looks up more vegetable heavy recipes for you, looking up online the correct balance and dietary needs of prey hybrids, as canine hybrids can basically eat like humans with no bad effects but you’ll get sick if you eat even half as much meat as Taehyung, Yoongi, and Namjoon do.

- You feel a little guilty that sometimes Yoongi has to make you something entirely different when he cooks dinner offering to help him constantly. You know how stressed it makes him when Taehyung asks for bulgogi and pad thai which Yoongi doesn’t even know how to make. And of course Taehyung is too adorable to turn down, but Yoongi simply can’t make all of that by himself.

- So you help Yoongi in the kitchen sometimes, because Taehyung manages to cut himself almost consistently within the first 20 minutes of cooking every time. And after the last one needed stitches and had him licking at it for a few weeks, he has been officially banned from the kitchen. Whenever Namjoon tries Yoongi just straight up growls at him because he is not dealing with cleaning up after Namjoon.

- And you guys have a fun doing it too, cooking is always better with a companion and though you’re not entirely hopeless Yoongi does enjoy teaching you how to cook, humming alongside you in the kitchen as he stirs some fishcake around with wooden chopsticks.

- You express a desire to learn how to bake and not cook which Yoongi can't help with but agrees to try, and by the time you have the batter for the strawberry shortcake poured in the pan Yoongi’s black hair is almost grey with how much flower is in it. he obsessively grooms himself later that night, alongside you whose ears have turned similarly as powdery from hanging in your face like they do when you’re concentrating.

- You giggle when Yoongi grooms them giving into his urge to care for you. These instincts regarding mates can be annoying for cat hybrids like Yoongi- who ignores his animal instincts as much as he can most of the time.

- Yoongi thinks your ears are absolutely adorable when they hang in your face or when one of them lifts in the direction of whoever's talking when you’re concentrated like that. It’s almost like they have a life of their own

- You complain about them sometimes, pushing back your ears from your face when you get a little too focused on something and they block your vision. One morning you come down to find a pink scrunch on the table and ask Yoongi who blushes and stutters.

- “I got it for your ears because you don’t like the way rubber bands feel on your hair” Yoongi recalled that the other day when you went to the store and picked up hair ties, notifying Namjoon that rubber band just wouldn’t work. And that regular hair ties pinch your ears too much “ you know- so that they don’t get into your face when we cook or when you’re trying to do your makeup.”

- You forget to put it on most of the time until you’re already doing something, because it does look a little goofy when you tie up your ears, your hands elbow deep in the dishes when you call Yoongi’s name and he swoops up your ears and fastens them together on top of your head with the pink scrunchie.

- And then you start to lose it, Yoongi finds it under the couch and sighs, putting it on his own wrist where it lives when you’re not using it, always ready in case you ask for it. Namjoon smirks at him when he catches Yoongi looking at it one day and tugging at it with a little lovesick expression. “Stop looking at me like that” he growls, trying to disguise the flush on his cheeks. “It’s not my fault I’m the only one who can keep track of things in this house.”

- Yup, Yoongi is definitely whipped for you.

- Eventually you get good enough with makeup to try and beg Yoongi to let you put on him “hell no y/n, I’m like some fierce panther or something I am not letting you put me in bubble gum lipstick.”

- “I could put some on!” Taehyung says, and you giggle a little and shyly put on some red on his lips, and when he leans over and kisses your cheek, making you startle and hop back, he grins when he sees the kiss mark he’s left. Which of course Leeds Taehyung to kissing you all over your face to leave little red marks, and then begging for you to apply more so that he can give Yoongi and Namjoon the same treatments.

- Taehyung wakes one morning early, gets out of bed because he knows its going to be a nice day and the chickens will probably need to be let out to mill about the back yard. And he descends the rickety stairs and find you already in the kitchen, drinking some tea and clacking away on the phone that Namjoon bought you last week.

- Taehyung gives you a small smile, staring at you with longing as he tells you good morning, your ears flick in his direction as you lift your head in his direction as you give him a small smile that makes his heart race. And Taehyung can’t bear it any longer, doesn’t want to stay away anymore, he’s been trying to give you enough space to get comfortable with him like Joonie said.

- “Do y-you wanna come out and get the eggs with me today?” you take a sip of your earl grey tea, looking like you’re going to refuse and Taehyung wonders why he even bothered when he knew you weren’t ready when your ears perk up in interest, and you stand to put your teacup in the sink.

- Taehyung stutters as he tells you their names, his too-big boots sloshing a little as you spread some seed around in the grass, making excited little noises every time they cluck, even mimicking the little noises Taehyung makes and giggling with him as he does this little call and response thing with his chickens.

- “And now the best part” he grins, opening up the back of the coup to have access to the nests, “they’re still warm!” you cry in delight as Tae deposits two brown eggs into your hands and takes the rest that are there in his hands 3 in one hand and 2 in the other.

- The big fluffy white chicken that’s too shy to let Taehyung get within a foot of her comes up next to you, pecking around your feet as you watch her in wonder. “She’s super shy I wouldn’t try to pet her” Taehyung warns, he himself had gotten pecked more than once. You stoop down, the chicken gives you soft clucks as Taehyung pouts, and your smile soft and eyes wide in wonder as you she lets you pet her before fluffing her feathers and moving away.

- “She never lets me do that!” he cries later when they’re inside, Yoongi clacking away on his computer and Namjoon upstairs writing. Yoongi’s ears flick in annoyance as he spies the way you’re no longer skirting around Taehyung like he has the plague or some very nasty infectious disease, “I can’t believe you got marshmallow to trust you! I feel betrayed!”

- “Marshmallow did what now?” Namjoon says as he descends the stairs, still in his pajamas even though its nearly 2 in the afternoon his hair sticking up the way it does when his writers block is particularly bad. Of course all of them know the names of Taehyung’s chickens by now, given how much he talked about them.

- Taehyung launches into the story as you fold yourself against Yoongi on the couch, your body a line up against him, he purrs and nudges into your shoulder, tempting a lick against your cheek, which make you squeak.

- “Stop that” you whine as Yoongi pulls you against his chest, lying his laptop on your lap instead of his but hooking his chin over the side of your shoulder so that he can still see it “Don’t lie and say you hate it,” which makes you pout but you accept his affection, your small cotton tail twitching against his thigh.

- Seokjin comes to visit Namjoon’s new house and you’re entirely smitten with the gorgeous human, your ears shyly pinned to your head the entire time he’s here, smoothing out the giant sweater of Namjoon’s every few seconds and almost melting when Seokjin says “you have the best luck finding the most well behaved and beautiful hybrids.”

- Seokjin even reaches out and closes his hand around the base of your ear, drawing his hand away to feel the silky texture, “I have half a mind to take one for myself.” You squeak and blush and hide your face in Namjoon’s shoulder as both of them men chuckle.

- But Namjoon smiles as you perpetually hide behind him, “he’s just teasing you sweetheart,” Namjoon says as you shyly peer at Seokjin out of your protected place behind Namjoon’s chair. It feels kind of nice when you hide behind him, trusting your human to be your protector.

- It was easy for Namjoon to rely on Taehyung and Yoongi for most things, especially when it came to his anxiety, but to feel depended on in the way you depend on Namjoon makes his heart swell with this different kind of pride. You make Namjoon feel strong and protective. He pulls you to sit across his lap and lock his arms around you. You still hide your face in Namjoon’s neck, peering out at the other human every few seconds.

- Yoongi and Taehyung boil though at Seokjin’s words, because no one is going to mess with your little unit even if they’re just joking, and Tae can’t believe that Namjoon’s human friend got to touch you like that, though a look from Yoongi stops Tae from growling at Seokjin.

- Petty as always, Taehyung and Yoongi don’t let Seokjin pet them like usual before he leaves, instead he snuggles up to you screaming “Aish! You brats- you don’t know how to properly love your hyung!” Tae even steps forward like he’s going to do something when Seokjin presses a kiss too your cheek in goodbye, making you squeak and blush.

- That night Taehyung and Yoongi are a little bit possessive of you crowding you in-between the both of them on the couch while you watch movies, not letting you get up to make popcorn or for drinks. Taehyung even squeezes your shoulders in a relaxing back massage, smirking when you relax into his hands, tipping your head back, your ears relaxed at your size even when he nibbles a little at your ears.

- Namjoon thinks it’s absolutely adorable how possessive his two hybrids are over you.

- You and Namjoon go on walks in the mist in the early mornings sometimes when Taehyung and Yoongi take forever to wake up, with him by your side the woods don’t seem as scary as they did back when you lived in them.

- Most of the time Namjoon will link his arm with yours and tell you in his low timbre about the fantasy worlds he imagines just behind the hills that you walk through. And it’s amazing how for Namjoon, it always seems like adventure is around the corner of the wooded path.

- Living in the wilderness has been amazing for his productivity, writing, and imagination. He’s content to bounce his ideas off of you in your morning walks and not actually live through the adventures he dreams up. Namjoon finds you a surprisingly good beta reader as well and you absolutely swoon when he writes romance into his fantasy stories.

- One day you read his draft and stomp up to his office and pout, your ears twitching agitated and your foot even stomping, “you can not leave a romance story this good at such a cliffhanger Namjoon! Your readers are going to hunt you down and slap you before I do!” Namjoon just grins and says with a wry smile, “I can tell you how the next book ends if it will make you feel better?”

- Some mornings you don’t join Namjoon for his early walk, and on those you’ll wake up to soft bluebells or pink cosmos from the feilds lying on his pillow next to your head, or on one of the shelves in your closet, or in one of the brush containers by your makeup stash in the bathroom.

- Sometime Taehyung will wake up early as well and join you- though in those times the conversation will often turn into a horror story retelling which will make you press closer too the two of them with every strange noise that greets you on your walk- which of course was Taehyung’s plan all along.

- One day Taehyung goes into the shared master bedroom to find it in chaos every single blanket and pillow in the house alongside some of their clothes piled into a big puddle. He finds you sleeping in one of Taehyung’s red sweatshirt in the center of the nest. Your cream silk shorts poking out from underneath the hem, one of your socks pulled up your thigh and the other down around your ankle.

- Taehyung huffs and crawls into the middle of the nest and wraps his arms around you. Nesting or burrowing is a regular enough behavior of rabbit hybrids that it doesn’t alarm Taehyung though you’ve never made one out of the bedroom before.

- You wake up a little making sleepy noises and letting out the cutest little yawn, your black bunny ears twitching aggressively for a moment and then going totally still the next as he snuggles in next to you. You let Taehyung manhandle you across his chest and you’re vaguely aware of him purring and rubbing his chin around the top of your head.

- “You’re mine- my fluffy bunny.” He murmurs his voice a low growl as he scent marks you again and again until you’re bathed in the tiger’s rich spicy scent.

- You’re in and out of a haze sleeping in your little nest/fort thing that you’ve made but somewhere along the afternoon Yoongi joins in on the other side of you, rubbing at your shoulder too, crowded in between both of them and unbelievably warm.

- Yoongi’s tail, always more dexterous than Tae’s thicker one curls around one of your legs, and there is one hand running endlessly over your ears, especially around the base of them, and another rubbing a hand down your back under your shirt, scratching a little lightly around the base of your tail.

- And then the next time you come too in the haze of your nap you’re on your back, and you have one face resting on your stomach, Yoongi’s judging by the black hair that pushes against where the sweatshirt has ridden up, Yoongi’s arms wrapped around your waist.

- But that’s not why you’ve woken up, your back arches and a sigh leaves your mouth as Tae nips along the edge of your jaw sometimes stopping to suck at the skin, his oral fixation that all hybrids tend to have acting up maybe, or maybe not, especially when you start to squirm he lets out a low growl. “Would you let me mark you, let me make you ours?” he grounds out his voice low and breathy.

- Namjoon can only smile in amusement as he finally reaches his writers block for a day and comes in to find his bedroom torn apart and his three hybrids lounging in each others warmth, both your and Yoongi’s necks are a masterpiece of red and purple marks and Taehyung humming happily as he tries to snuggle closer to both of you. Taehyung even has a few marks on his collarbones. Your head pokes up at the noise, your ears at attention as Yoongi whines when you remove your neck from the reach of his mouth,

- You smile sleepily up at him eyes closing slowly before you reach up, Namjoon entwines his fingers with yours slowly, his large hands dwarfing your small ones, until you tug him down with a little yelp on his part.

- You get so many kisses on a daily basis. You get your good morning ones from Namjoon, usually tasting like coffee, and Kisses that are smiley and almost taste like a laugh when you pout from Namjoon, and slow relaxed kisses that happen in the hazy gray light of the living room when it’s gotten late enough to turn the lights on but no ones bothered yet.

- You get ones from Yoongi when you do something cute or just because he wants too (usually when you’re drinking your tea or smiling softly at something and he gets this burst of emotion that prompts him to stop whatever he’s doing and kiss your pink lips).

- And endless kisses from Tae- though both Namjoon and Yoongi are as much a victim of his kisses as well, whenever he bounds in from the outdoors, whenever someone does something particularly cute, like drop a mug or crash into the door without his glasses (Namjoon,) like pout and say something biting and grumpy (Yoongi) or when you do that little thing where you crunch your jaw happily around your food or excitedly run around one of the three of them in circles.

- That particular behavior has Namjoon smiling something soft and suspicious and even Yoongi starts to grin after a point. And it feels like the two of them have some secret inside joke that Taehyung’s not apart of when he sees it.

- “What are you hiding from me- why did you look at Yoongi like that when Y/n started to do the circle thing.” Taehyung pouts one morning after it happens in the kitchen.

- “We’re just happy Tae” Namjoon soothes, Taehyung’s head is lying across his lap in the office and the hybrid pouting lips tickling against his bare thigh.

- “I looked up hybrid behavior on the internet a few weeks ago- you know because you and Yoongi are a little easier to read but Y/n has a few indecipherable behaviors- its actually really interesting from a genetic point of view why prey type hybrids tend to have more typically animal behaviors-“

- Taehyung lets Namjoon ramble on about some paper he read when he was doing research for his last book, straightening up to press a kiss to his lips that makes Namjoon stop and blush because an excited Namjoon is an absolutely adorable Namjoon and Taehyung always always always wants to kiss his boyfriends.

- “Oh just spit it out,” he says when Taehyung sees that adorable shy smile that Namjoon’s says, running his fingers through his kiss mused hair.

- “The circling thing- it means she’s selecting us as her mates.”

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Bookclub; February ‘20

THEME OF THE MONTH; recommendations: Slow Burn

February is the month of love and as we all know, love doesn’t happen over night. Whether it is angst, sexual tension or pining we all love to be on the edge of our seat hoping and begging that they would finally get together. You know amazing written slow burn fics? It is BTS member x member focused? Then become a member of our bookclub now to recommend your favorites!

PROMPT OF THE MONTH; drabble game: “Romantic attraction is literal: characters feel a pull like gravity to people they’re attracted to. The bigger the attraction, the harder the pull.”

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hito-gui · 6 years

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God Tae looks so good in tattoos even if their fake 😥😔✊✊

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not-safe-for-bts · 6 years

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The Game

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader X Namjoon

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Threesome, Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Dom!BTS, Orgasm Control, Daddy Kink, Sir Kink, Anal

Summary: You and Namjoon is a complicated concept. You’re not dating each other, but you are under Namjoon’s possession. There’s never been talk on if you can see other people, however, when Namjoon catches you playing a game with Taehyung, he cannot let you go unpunished...

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When you had moved in with Namjoon and his 6 friends, you hadn’t been quite prepared for the... attention. Yes, it was great always having somebody around to kill a bug, or to fix the TV when it broke, or to play Overwatch with, but it wasn’t great being an object of every single one of their desires. Whenever one of them was horny, it was projected onto you. And while you loved them all, it was very hard having to reject them all all of the time.

It got worse when Yoongi decided he wanted to share a room with Jimin. Jin decided he wanted to make the spare bedroom into an extra workspace, which meant that someone would have to bunk with you. Well, all out war was declared. Until they realised that Namjoon was the only one actually getting something out of you. So it was decided that Namjoon would share a room with you - no - he was going to share a bed with you. Because you’d already had sex plenty of times, neither of you minded sharing a bed. Well, sharing wasn’t exactly what it was. Namjoon would go out and not return for hours on end, leaving you along until two or three in the morning. You’d never felt more alone in such a full house. Jin had Hoseok sharing a room, Yoongi was with Jimin and Taehyung had Jungkook. You... you were alone.

You were awoken suddenly by a noise. You cursed under your breath. You had been dreaming peacefully about a shopping day with Yoongi when the noise of your door opening startled you awake. Cautiously, you turned your head to the door, seeing somebody poking their head in.

“Taehyung?” You hissed.

“Sorry..” he bowed and moved into the room, shutting the door behind him.

“What do you want? What time is it?” You yawned, propping yourself up with your elbow. A breeze from your window cause you to shiver slightly, “fuck it’s freezing.” Then you noticed Taehyung was just in shorts and a t-shirt. How the fuck?

“It’s like 1:30am. I wanted something...”

“Couldn’t it have waited until morning?”

“Not really...”

“Well What is it?” You hissed.

“Well... I know that... you and Namjoon Hyung... you do things...”

“Right...”

“And I wanted-“

“Tae. I’m not fucking you.”

“No... I want... I want you to touch yourself for me.” Well this was new.

“You want me to what?” You could see he was fiddling with his fingers.

“Touch yourself for me... I need to get off and... I don’t want Jungkookie to wake up and see me...”

“Why didn’t you just go to the bathroom?”

“Please...”

“You know what Namjoon will do if he catches us.”

“Well then you better hurry up then.”

“For fucks sake Kim Taehyung... come and sit on the bed then.”

As he made his way slowly over to your bed, you pulled yourself out of the warm blankets and into the cold air. You were wearing an oversized onesie, but even that wasn’t enough to keep you from the biting cold. Not that it mattered anymore, you were about to get naket for Taehyung anyway. Tae clambered onto your bed and sat between your open legs, slowly pulling down his shorts and boxers to let his cock spring free. Even in the dark, you could see he was fully erect, hard and wanting some sort of pleasure. There was a stir in your stomach and a heat rushed between your legs.

You slowly moved your hands up your body, keeping your eyes trained on Taehyung’s figure as your fingers loitered at the zip of your onesie. Then, you slowly began to unzip. Your hot chest and stomach were soon exposed and you let the material fall down your arms, exposing even more of you. Taehyung couldn’t help but let a groan escape his lips as he moved a finger over the slit on the top of his tip. You moved your hips, allowing yourself to pull the onsie fully off of you. Taehyung watched you and you eyed him.

“Yah... I don’t think it’s fair that I’m naked and you’re not... “ you trailed off.

“Baby, you have to earn it...”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Then do you care to make this more interesting?” You raised an eyebrow as you moved your fingers to the waistband on your panties.

“How so?”

“Let’s play a game... The first person to cum,” you paused to slip your panties down your legs, “loses and,” you kicked them off, “has to do whatever the winner wants.”

“Sex included?”

“Hm...” You pondered. Sex with Taehyung would be quite the adventure, “sex included.”

“Be prepared to succumb to daddy.”

“I don’t think so.”

Taehyung quickly pulled his t-shirt off of his body, and threw it onto your bedroom floor. With his toned torso now on display, you were ready. You moved backwards, lying down and spreading your legs wide open so Taehyung would get a good view. He shuffled to sit between your legs and began pumping his dick. You let your fingers trail up and down your inner thighs before stopping at your clit. You began with small, slow circles, letting the beginning drops of pleasure begin to form in the pit of your stomach. You had no intention of losing to Taehyung tonight.

He watched you as you drew circles over your sex, pumping his dick. The quiet moans that were falling from your mouth were spurring him on, adding to the intense feeling that was building within him. He was hard. So hard and he wanted to come so badly. But he couldn’t lose. Especially not to you. He wanted to dominate you. He wanted you to be his slave. He wanted to be in control. Even more than he wanted to cum.

You began to gently grind your hips up against your fingers, causing some friction to begin against your delicate skin. You didn’t care that Taehyung was watching. In fact, because he was watching, you were even more turned on. The moans that were rolling off your tongue were beginning to get louder, and yet, nothing was coming from Taehyung, who was beginning to pump faster.

“Yah... Taehyung...” You panted, “be a little louder for me...” You watched him as he licked his lips.

“You have to earn my moans, baby girl.”

“Taehyung.. ah~!” You hit a spot on your clit, causing your hips to jolt up for a second.

“What the fuck is going on?”

You and Taehyung stopped, both of your heads snapping to the door where Namjoon stood. He was still in his leather jacket, bag slung over his shoulder, an angry look on his face. His eyes wandered from your body, fingers on your sex, and then to Taehyung, half naked, jerking himself off to you. Namjoon was not happy.

“We’re playing a game.” Taehyung announced, “Care to join?”

“What kind of game?” Namjoon let his bag fall to the ground, and then his leather jacket after it. Taehyung looked over at you for permission and you nodded.

“The first person to cum loses... and then they have to do whatever the winner wants. Sex included.”

“Well, [First]...” Namjoon moved closer, “looks like your punishment will be getting fucked by two of us.”

“Punishment? For what?” You raised an eyebrow.

“For showing someone else what’s mine.”

Now he was standing at the edge of the bed, lustful eyes gazing down at you. His fingers moved to his jeans and popped the button open, then he pulled the zipper down. He pulled his jeans down a little so that he could pull the waistband of his underwear down and let his penis spring free. He was already semi hard. You didn’t know if it was from him looking at you and Taehyung exposed or if he was already horny before he walked in. What you did know was that he was horny now and he was going to do whatever it took to relieve himself. He gave himself a few, long, slow pumps before looking at Taehyung.

“Care to help me punish our baby girl?” Namjoon asked.

“Only if we win.” Taehyung grinned.

“We will. Now that I’m here, we will.”

Namjoon began to pump himself again, and then so did Taehyung. The sight of the two of them pleasuring themselves in front of you was too much and you didn’t realise you had began to circle your clit again until you were bucking up against your hand. Your free hand came up to your mouth, and you sucked your index and middle finger, lubing them up with your saliva. Then, your hand made its way to your entrance, pushing in and filling you up. You groaned, arching your back at the sensation. Taehyung and Namjoon watched you, both beginning to picktheir paces up as you fucked yourself with your fingers.

Both Taehyung and Namjoon knew that they would be able to hold out longer than you. A slight sheen of sweat had already formed on your chest, which was rising and falling rapidly as you pleasured yourself. Your cheeks were stained pink, lips parted as gasps and moans left them. Your fingers were speeding up. You had completey forgotten about the game, and you were chasing your high. Namjoon raised an eyebrow, slowly beginning to stop rubbing his dick as you became needier and needier for your orgasm. Taehyung was stunned, completely stopped as he watched you reach your orgasm. When it hit you, you cried out, riding it out as you harshly rubbed your clit and thrust your fingers into yourself. When it was all over, you pulled your fingers out and gasped for breath.. Your eyes blew wide open. You had lost the game.

“Tsk. What a bad girl you are. Taehyungie... looks like we need to punish her.”

“Nam-“ you began.

“Daddy.” Namjoon corrected, “and Taehyung is Sir. Keep her occupied, Taehyungie while I get ready to punish her.”

Taehyung crawled over to you, hovering over your naked body before slamming his lips onto your own. His hand immediately moved to your chest, rubbing your breasts together and squeezing your nipples. You groaned into the kiss, allowing his tongue entrance to your mouth. It was a battle not worth fighting as his tongue won dominance almost immediately. So while he was busy exploring your mouth, your hands moved to the waistband of his shorts and boxers and you pulled them down together in one swift movement. Meanwhile, Namjoon was busy stripping himself of all his clothes, hardening as he watched Taehyung begin to completely dominate you. As he pulled down his jeans, he moved one hand to his dick and began to slowly pump it, relieving some of the pressure that was building up. When Namjoon was finally undressed, he pulled Taehyung off of you and swapped Taehyung’sl ips for his. You began making out with Namjoon, who was standing, but leaning down to kiss you. Taehyung began kissing down your body, slowly making his way to eat you out. Namjoon moved when Taehyung’s head was completely between your legs so that he was straddling you. His lips began to hungrily attack your neck and he began leaving deep red marks against your hot skin. Taehyung was teasing you to no end, biting and licking on the skin on your inner thighs, closest to your core. You could barely stand the torture the two of them were putting you through. Then, finally, Taehyung’s lips connected with your clit and you cried out, Namjoon’s hand quickly coming down over your mouth.

“Wouldn’t want one of the others to walk in would you?” He asked and you slowly shook your head. With your reply, he moved his hand and began working on your neck again. Taehyung was working his mouth on your heat, eating you out so well that you thought you were going to cry with the pleasure. He was so good. Namjoon could tell you were about to cum. The signs were obvious. But you weren’t getting release that easily. When you were gasping for breath, chocking on the pleasure, Namjoon ripped Taehyung’s head away from you. You whimpered, feeling Namjoon’s weight lift off of you only for it to return and see Taehyung now straddling you. They had swapped places. Taehyung immediately caught you in a heated kiss and at the same time, Namjoon delved in for his midnight snack. Namjoon’s plump lips felt so good against you, and Taehyung’s tongue working against yours was only adding to the heat you were feeling. Sweat was glistening over your whole body. You had to grip the sheets, the pleasure from both males becoming overwhelming. Your high was nearing so quickly again, but just at the last second, just as you were being pushed over the edge, Namjoon pulled away, leaving you a whimpering mess yet again. You watched as he whispered something to Taehyung’s ear and both of them smirked devilishly.

Namjoon moved around and held you up, so that you were lying on him, back flush against his chest. His lips worked on your shoulder as Taehyung hovered over you. You knew exactly what this meant.

“You’re going to be a good girl and take both of our dicks, okay?” Namjoon whispered, “and you better be quiet. If another member walks in, you’ll be taking his cock as well as mine and Taehyung’s.”

His hands roamed over your body and then moved onto his own, where he grabbed his dick and readied himself. Taehyung followed suit, sending a quick kiss to your collar bone. Then, Namjoon thrusted up, making sure his dick went inside of your ass, filling you up. It was painful, yes, but the pleasure drowned the pain away. Taehyung was next, plunging into like he’d been waiting to for so long. You were filled up in both ends, merely a toy for these two men to fuck you and relive their pleasure. Then, it began. It was like torture, the way they weren’t in sync at all. Namjoon’s dick stretched your ass out, filled you up completely, you took him in so well as he thrusted up into you over and over, hands gripping your waist, teeth sinking into the skin on your shoulder. Taehyung was also stretching you to your limit, pushing against every inch of your walls. You could feel every twitch, every time they pushed against the one wall inside of you that separated them. It was too much. You were gasping for breath, moaning out a string of cussed along with “Daddy” and “Sir” praying to god that they’d finally let you cum. The second Taehyung’s fingers cane into contact with your clit, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. The pleasure became so intense. You could barely breath, you could barely think. All you knew was that these two men were absolutely ruining you, filling you with sin - their sin. You were too far gone as Taehyung began biting down on already raw hickies. You saw stars, orgasm washing over you. It was so intense. You squeezed around Taehyung, bringing him to his high along with you. He shot his hot, sticky cum inside of you, filling every ounce of your cavern with white. Your hips bucked up against his, then ground down into Namjoon as you rode out your orgasm. Namjoon picked up his pace, ploughing up into you, grunting. Your orgasm was causing you to clench around him as well, and soon, he was cumming into you, filling your other hole up with his cum. You were full of them both and driven crazy by the high they had deprived you of for so long.

You were gasping, praying that finally, you could go back to sleep. They pulled out of you almost simultaneously and everything came flowing out onto Namjoon’s lower torso. Your head was lolled back into the dip where his shoulder met the pillow. Taehyung rolled over, coming to lie next to Namjoon. Namjoon slowly rolled you onto your own area on the mattes and allowed Taehyung to wrap his arms around you while he wiped the mixture of all three of your juices off of his body. Hot, sweaty, fucked out, all three of you tangled up under the sheets.

“We should play this game again.” Taehyung panted, moving a strand of sweaty hair from his forehead.

“Definitely.” You agreed.

#bts nswf #bts x you #bts x reader #bts smut #namjoon x you #namjoon smut #namjoon #kim namjoon #taehyung x you #taehyung smut #taehyung #kim taehyung #vmon #vmon smut

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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this kingdom ii, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook really, really doesn’t want to admit he loves you. Even though he definitely does. You? You’re just watching this internal struggle with maximum amusement. By the way, he still hasn’t taken you on a date. Why? Because he’s a horny ass man, that’s why.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; Jungkook is still a petty idiot and projecting HARD; OT7 meet up and it’s CHAOS; intense smut (fem reader, very dirty talk, begging, pet name (for JK), dry humping, m-receiving oral, reverse cowgirl, handjob, spanking, edging, saliva everywhere, doggy); non-idol!BTS; jealous, tsundere softsub!Jungkook x self-assured, cocky, power-bottom noona!reader; switches between Jungkook’s and your POV, tiny bit of Seokjin’s POV Jungkook is still unhealthily obsessed with the reader’s ass. It’s very long. There’s a lot of smut. They’re both kind of insufferable, but I love writing these two hahaha summary of OT7 scene: YooMin are trouble, 2seok need to be saved, VMon are actually trying to help, and JK, well... XD

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part i

“I’m going to see my friends today.”

“Sounds good.”

The clicking continued.

“At least pretend like you care about me leaving.”

“Hm? Why should I make you feel guilty about leaving to see your friends?” There was a short pause as she did a particularly difficult maneuver, and then she spoke again. “Your friends miss you. Seokjin has been calling me and accusing me of kidnapping you.”

Jeon Jungkook frowned. “Hyung has been calling you?”

She shrugged. “Who else calls me besides Kim Seokjin and my parents?” Her eyes flickered to him as he continued squeezing her ass in his lap. The silver chain connecting her cartilage piercing and earlobe piercing gleamed in the overhead lights of her apartment. “Oh. You, I guess.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You know, if you were a guy, you’d be a real jerk. A fuckboy for sure.”

She put her sci-fi video game on pause.

“And yet you keep coming back.”

She turned around in his lap, hooking her hands around his neck. Jungkook kept the frown on his face.

“I was in the middle of something,” he complained.

She sat down. Jungkook flinched. She was only wearing underwear after all. Panties, bra, both her wrist braces. All black. He could feel her clothed heat against his crotch. Didn’t matter if he was wearing sweatpants.

“In the middle of what?” she teased, grinding against him.

A muscle in his eye twitched. His dick was already semi-hard because he had been massaging her ass earlier. Not because she asked, but because he had pulled her into his lap and because he loved her ass. He wouldn’t say that out loud though, unless it was forced out of him. Her hand came up and played with his ponytail as she continued to grind on his growing erection. He made an annoyed noise even though he secretly liked it.

“I gotta go soon,” Jungkook muttered.

“By all means,” she purred. “You know where the door is.”

She began to roll her hips into his cock, from the head to the base, making him gasp. His hands involuntarily came up to hold her waist as she continued, smirk growing on her lips.

“Thought you said I was a real jerk?”

Jungkook clenched his jaw. “I said if you were a guy. You’re getting away with it because you’re a girl.”

She leaned down, licking her lips. Fuck. Her thighs clamped around his bare waist, squeezing him. He sucked in a tight breath, feeling the softness against his hard muscle.

“You shouldn’t be sexiest, little bunny.”

He shoved her hips down on him, groaning. “Don’t call me that unless we’re fucking.”

She chuckled. “The only reason we’re not fucking is because you said you needed to leave soon.”

His fingertips dug into her skin, growl rising in his throat. “You’re doing his on purpose.”

She began to bounce on his lap, ass and thighs smacking lightly into him, so good he closed his eyes, moaning softly as she continued humping him, putting her firm weight on his dick and increasing the friction with a twist of her hips. His hands pressed into her ass, grabbing handfuls of lusciousness, mouth watering at the feeling of her skin against his.

He felt her breath on his lips.

“Why are you mad that Seokjin calls me?”

He stiffened at the mention of his hyung’s name. His cock, however, kept jabbing her with boundless enthusiasm, not understanding that there were layers of clothing preventing him from getting into that wet ass pussy.

“I’m not mad,” Jungkook gritted out.

He felt her nails tracing his neck, sending shivers down his spine as she twirled his ponytail with her finger. Her lips pressed underneath his lower lip, not quite kissing him on the mouth. A small whine fluttered from his throat, but he cut it off abruptly, trying to mask his arousal.

“I can tell you’re mad,” she purred. “Because you’re pretending you don’t want to fuck me when your dick very clearly does.”

He held her tighter, not realizing that he was the one who was leading her hips now, ramming them into his crotch, increasing the friction, making himself harder and harder.

“I’m not mad,” he repeated, his voice low and gravelly. “You’re mine.”

“Mhm.”

The tone she used bothered him, but Jungkook had no time to ponder it because she was kissing down his jaw, licking up his neck and pressing her lips into his throat, murmuring his name against his skin. Jungkook was going to be late at this rate but he was always late these days, so no one was going to be surprised. He reached up her back and undid her bra, hurriedly yanking it off her arms, tossing it aside. She caught it mid-throw, gently scooting it to the floor.

“I’m not letting you break another figure,” she chuckled.

Jungkook frowned. “I bought you a replacement.”

She pushed him onto the bed. “Still means you broke one in the first place.”

Her hand snaked down between her legs, slipping under his pants and underwear. He moaned as her fingers wrapped around his cock, awkwardly jerking him in his clothes.

“Take it out,” he gasped, his core muscles tensing at the uncomfortable position.

She chuckled. “Such a needy little bunny.”

“S-stop calling me that,” Jungkook hissed back, clenching his jaw as her fingers ran over the head.

She leaned down suddenly, pressing her naked chest against his, making him moan as her nipples rubbed against his skin. Breath hot against his neck, removing her hand from his cock to push his pants down, whispering dirty words.

“Gonna use you the way I like, little bunny, because your cock is just begging to be used by me.”

Her hand snaked up, tugging on his hair tie and releasing his long hair, causing it to cascade around his head like black fire. She lifted herself to press her thigh against his cock and he moaned, feeling the skin rub against the head, smearing his pre-cum everywhere. She moved it back and forth, stroking his entire length against his own stomach, somewhat painful but also so fucking good because her thighs were literal heaven, so soft and luscious that Jungkook himself reached down to press his cock against it, increasing the sensation. His head fell back into her sheets, smelling her scent and the scent of all the sex they had the previous night.

“You gonna cum like this?” she purred, sounding highly amused. “Or rather, you think I’m going to let you cum like this?”

The pleas tumbled out of him before he could stop himself.

“Please,” Jungkook gasped. “Need to cum, p-please…”

She snickered and grabbed his hand. He whined pathetically, snapping his head down to give her his best puppy eyes, so lost in the pleasure that he forgot his pride. His cock throbbed against her thigh; barely giving him the friction he really wanted.

“Noona, please…”

She paced her lips next to his, letting the plumpness brush against him as she spoke.

“I want to ride you, so I’m going to.”

She pushed herself off him and he gasped, his cock slapping against her thigh for a second before she removed her heat, grabbing a condom from her nightstand. Jungkook bit his lip, staring at her curves. He was always surprised that he still wanted it even after an entire night of fucking. Actually, he was surprised that she still wanted it, turning around with a hungry look in her eyes, open-mouthed smirk on her lips.

Without realizing it, Jungkook had lifted himself to his elbows, long black hair wild and messy around his face. It absolutely fucked from her repeatedly running her hands through it all last night, gripping his head as she rode his dick, tits bouncing in his face. He was panting, rattling breaths trembling up his chest because this was not fair, not fair how hard he was getting with the memory alone. His stiff cock was standing straight up, aching, waiting to be abused.

She crawled to him, going low, lips on his hip. He whimpered, the whimper turning into a hiss as she kissed up his cock, ass up as she did so, leisurely licking him like a fucking lollipop.

Jungkook clenched his jaw and slapped her ass. The sound was loud, radiating through the room, a red handprint clearly visible for a second on her cheek.

“Put it in you already.”

She acted as if he had done nothing at all, breathing over his hot length, wrapping her slick tongue around the head and moving it up and down expertly, stimulating the skin beneath the opening. Fucking shit. She was driving him crazy. He tried to put his fingers in her pussy but she dodged him, sliding up against his leg and pressing her tits against his thigh, rubbing her hard nipples against the muscle.

Jungkook was going to lose his mind.

On one hand, he was absolutely pissed his dick was not being sat on right now. On another hand, her nipples on his thigh felt fucking amazing and her tongue on his dick felt even better than amazing. He wanted to kill her and fuck her at the same time and he wasn’t sure if that was a weird kink or not, but she didn’t choke his dick with her pussy within the next ten seconds, he was going to fucking blow–

All of a sudden, she sat up and straddled his abs.

Backwards.

There was a wet squelch and sound of his own gasp as he felt her juices splatter onto his stomach, rubbing her pussy against his torso, her slit tightening against his skin, his eyes glued to her ass spreading so deliciously right in front of his face.

“W-what–?”

He felt the condom roll down.

She raised her hips and sat on his dick.

“Fuck!”

Jungkook yelled it so loud he was sure the neighbors were going to complain, but he was gone, grabbing fistfuls of sheets as her hands clamped onto his thighs and her hips rolled down onto his aching cock, overly sensitive because of the repeated teasing. Fuck, so tight, so wet, so fucking good, making him a broken record at this point, but Jungkook really didn’t care, because he was staring at her plump ass bouncing up and down on his cock, her body tilted slightly forward so she could put more force into it, smacking their hips together as she clenched around him.

“Heh.”

God-fucking-damnnit, she was fucking laughing at him. It was taking everything in him not to cum instantaneously, because he had to make her orgasm at least once for his own pride that was rapidly getting shredded by how fucking good her ass looked bouncing on his dick.

He clenched his jaw and rose his hips up to meet her descent, grinning as he heard her moan and wincing inwardly because he was pretty sure the head of his dick was getting throttled with how deep he got with just that thrust. He growled her name, seeing the little tick of her head, her eagerness at hearing it come from his lips.

“Need you to cum for me. Is that the best you got?” he taunted.

Jungkook really needed to learn not to provoke the big bad wolf because her entire body waved, rocking his cock against her walls, pressing him against all the ridges. He sucked in a tight breath, hardly able to breathe as the pleasure intensified and shocked all of his nerves. Every muscle tensed, so close he wasn’t sure he could stop his orgasm now. He squeezed his eyes shut, setting his jaw and grinding his teeth, head thrown back so far that his hair was brushing against his shoulder blades.

“O-oh, fuck, please cum, fuck, fuck, I’m so fucking close…”

Thankfully he could hear her little pants had turned into breathy moans, so focused on chasing her release that she didn’t directly respond to him. A second later and she let out a sharp hiss.

“Fuck, Jungkook, your cock is so fucking good, fuck!”

And then his dick was immediately assaulted by her pussy clenching tightly, roughly massaging his entire length, followed by a sloppy squelch as her juices splattered onto his crotch, the sweet scent attacking his nose. A heavy moan was torn out of his throat as he came, spilling into the condom with tight jerks, cock shaking against her walls, shuddering at the sensation.

Jungkook fell back against the bed, spent, his long hair slapping him in the face as he panted, not really sure how he was supposed to stand up and take the bus to the PC bang after this. Her pussy slowly pulsed around him, a soft sigh emitted from her lips as she descended from her high, enjoying the feeling of him still inside.

After a long moment of him trying to catch his breath, she reached down and held the condom before getting up. She took it off him and tilted her head.

“I thought you were going to meet up your friends?”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at her.

She grinned, calmly turning from him and heading to the bathroom.

“I think she’s using me for sex.”

Park Jimin snorted into his kimchi fried rice. He quickly grabbed a napkin and covered his nose and mouth, laughing.

“Let’s be honest, Jungkook… What else are you good for?”

Jeon Jungkook narrowed his eyes and chucked his chopstick wrapper at him. The paper bounced harmlessly off Jimin’s hand, so Jungkook threw his bamboo chopstick. Jimin blocked it with his napkin, causing it to bounce off and scatter to the floor, leaving a furious Jungkook with one chopstick, irritation on his face, and Jimin cracking up in his seat, trying to hide his mouth as he laughed.

Kim Seokjin sighed, picking up the fallen chopstick and tossing it in the trash. Jungkook continued to glare daggers at Jimin. Jung Hoseok tucked a new set of chopsticks into Jungkook’s hand and took the lone one from him.

“To be honest, I’m surprised you two are even dating,” Min Yoongi said calmly as he continued munching on his own fried rice. “Through maybe it’s not quite dating and merely you mindlessly chasing her ass.”

Jungkook looked ready to chuck his chopsticks again and Hoseok grabbed his hand, making disapproving noises at him. Jimin was still laughing.

“Well, what do you think, Seokjin-hyung?” Kim Namjoon asked. “You’ve known her the longest, so maybe you have some idea.” Always the one to look for a sensible solution.

Seokjin shrugged. “I haven’t seen her date anyone. She’s always been too busy playing games.” He chewed thoughtfully. “We met online. She said she lived nearby and offered to help when I was having some computer issues. She figured out it was the power supply and helped me install it when I bought a new one.”

“Also,” Kim Taehyung piped up, pointing accusingly at Jungkook with his chopsticks. Jungkook was in the middle of stuffing his face, staring at his food instead of Seokjin talking. “What’s with you lately? Why are you pretending like hyung doesn’t exist?”

Jungkook kept his eyes on his rice. “You’re all my hyungs. Be more specific.” he mumbled into his bowl.

“Because he’s jealous,” Yoongi cut in coolly. “He thinks hyung’s been in her pussy.”

There was no mistaking who Yoongi was talking about because Yoongi only had one hyung in the group.

Seokjin actually choked on a grain of rice. “WHAT?”

Jungkook clicked his tongue. “Hmph.”

Jimin suddenly looked intrigued. “Have you?”

Seokjin was red in the face, coughing intensely as Hoseok rubbed his back. “That’s none of your business!”

“And that would be a yes,” Namjoon mused.

Hoseok looked exasperated, as if he was putting up with a lot all at once, trying to make sure his friends weren’t murdering each other. He let out a big sigh as the table erupted, save for Yoongi, who continued eating calmly as if nothing was happening even though he was the one who caused it all. Hoseok glared at Yoongi, who shrugged, unbothered.

“I–It doesn’t matter what’s happened or not!” Seokjin exploded. “We’re just friends!”

“Friends who let their genitals touch every once in a while?” Jimin teased, adding fuel to the fire.

“No!”

“Did you or did you not?” Jungkook snapped, slamming his hand on the table.

“Why do you even care if you just accused her of using you for sex?” Taehyung interjected. “That’s awfully rude if she’s your girlfriend.”

“I mean, isn’t just the sex worth?” Jimin continued, huge grin on his face, thoroughly enjoying himself like the troublemaker he was. “She’s got a hundred out of ten ass.”

Jungkook jerked his head towards Jimin, entire body poised for murder as Hoseok grabbed him by the waist, shoving him back into his seat before he could rip Jimin’s head off.

“And,” Jimin added. “You are kind of a dick, Jungkookie, so she’s using you like God intended.”

Jungkook pursed his lips, vein popping in his forehead. “What?”

Namjoon winced. “Well, you are a little… er… intense.”

Taehyung snorted, rolling his eyes. “Intense? More like unreasonably jealous, stupidly horny, and can’t get in touch with his emotions.”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes, homicide looking more and more tempting by the second.

“He means, stop overreacting like a little bitch and communicate with your woman,” Yoongi interjected again. He took a long sip of his drink before nodding. “Tell her you love her and see what she says.”

Jungkook stiffened all of a sudden. “I... I don’t love her or anything.”

Taehyung threw up his hands.

“See what I’m saying, guys. He’s fucking hopeless.”

“Not one, but two AFK?” you sighed. “How unlucky.”

You got up to wander into your kitchen, searching for some food. Jungkook had already left to hang out with his friends. You were off work today and you intended to spend all your time playing games. At least get a bunch of League of Legends games in. But outcomes like that annoyed you, so you cut open a pack of dried seaweed and leaned against your kitchen counter, munching away at the salty snack.

Almost as salty as Jungkook had been acting recently.

You chewed thoughtfully. You had been fucking him pretty consistently now, more consistently than any other guy you have ever fucked. Although earlier Jungkook had insisted on going on dates and getting to know each other, he had a tendency to show up at your door, trying to tower over you, to which you grabbed him and slammed him against the wall, locking the door as you two began to tear each other’s clothes off. It never really got to the ‘going out’ part.

Was that partly your fault?

You smirked. Maybe.

But also, Jungkook was horny, thirsty ass man.

You chuckled at your own pun and shoved more of the crispy, flaky seaweed into your mouth. Still, he would say certain things in that certain way of his. You noticed, of course. Dated – or, rather, fucked – too many guys throughout the years not to notice.

You wondered if Jungkook would voice what he was really thinking or if you would have to work him into a frenzy again for him to blurt everything. You held a sheet of dark green seaweed in between your fingers. It made no difference to you. You smirked, slowly folding the small sheet in half. You loved driving Jeon Jungkook crazy. He looked so cute when he was mad. Your smirk grew. Extra cute when he was moaning for you, begging to cum.

The seaweed sharply snapped in your fingers, trapped between your nails.

For the second time that day, Kim Seokjin choked.

His phone had pinged, indicating he had a new message. He opened it without thinking, in the middle of this stupid discussion about his female friend who was definitely getting deep-dicked by one of his male best friends, Jeon Jungkook. But that was none of his business until it became his business, because suddenly Seokjin was staring at a picture of her ass.

Her bare ass.

Well, mostly bare because she had shoved her black panties into her ass crack, thereby putting her two glorious, plump globes on display in the mirror she was taking the selfie with. Seokjin couldn’t see her face, only her thighs and ass, and he definitely recognized those thighs and that ass.

So, Kim Seokjin did what any sensible human being would do.

He choked.

“Oh my God, is that her ass?”

Oh no.

Park Jimin had looked over his shoulder.

Jungkook’s head snapped up, glaring at Jimin before narrowing his eyes at Seokjin.

Seokjin jerked back, coughing, seeing a second message.

Sorry, wrong number.

Wrong number? WRONG NUMBER? Seokjin paled as Jungkook’s phone vibrated in his pocket.

You can keep the picture though. In case you’re lonely or something. ;)

Seokjin was pretty sure he was ascending to heaven or descending to hell. He wasn’t sure.

Jungkook’s eyes were going wide as he stared at his phone. He bolted up from the table, turning bright red. Seokjin was quite sure literal flames were exploding from Jungkook’s death glare.

“Hyung–”

“L-look, it was an accident, she said so herself–” Seokjin sputtered, clutching his phone as he backed up and out of his chair, their five friends congregating between the two to prevent actual murder from happening.

“She said he could keep the picture though,” Jimin said with a wink.

Park Jimin wanted to watch the world burn.

“I’m going to fucking kill yo–”

They were saved by Jungkook’s phone vibrating loudly. Jungkook glared down at it, pressing the accept call button so violently that the phone nearly flipped in his hand. He caught it in the air and brought it to his ear.

“Noona,” he growled, so low and dangerous that all six of them stiffened at his tone.

“Now, now, Jungkook.”

Her voice was infuriatingly calm for how fucking close Jungkook was to blowing his top.

“I understand that perhaps you might be a little angry at me.”

“I can’t imagine why,” Jungkook snarled, completely ignoring the fact that his six friends looked very scared at his furrowed brows and clenched jaw.

“It was a mistake. It’s nothing Seokjin hasn’t seen before.”

“And why would that be?” The grip on his phone was so tight that his knuckles were white.

“Because one time, Seokjin and I got drunk and I blew him,” she replied calmly. “And then he was supposed to eat me out after, but he fell asleep midway.”

Suddenly all of Jungkook’s anger evaporated. “He did what?” he choked out, eyes going wide and jerking his head to Seokjin, who groaned and slapped his hands into his face, obviously knowing exactly what she was talking about.

“Stop telling him!” Seokjin whined, loudly enough for her to hear through the phone.

“Telling him what?” Jimin chirped excitedly, looking from Jungkook and Seokjin. No one noticed Yoongi wincing a little. Someone knew about this, but for once he decided to keep his mouth shut. Some things were better left unsaid.

Jungkook heard her playful chuckle, the soft sound of her licking her lips. Enough to make Jungkook’s cock throb in his pants, remembering how good her tongue was.

“So, little bunny, just let Seokjin have the picture and enjoy yours, hmm?”

Jungkook glared at the phone. “Don’t call me that.”

Jimin suddenly appeared right in front of his face, grinning. “Call you what?”

Jungkook planted his hand on Jimin’s face, shoving it down and away from him. Jimin flailed his arms, trying to listen in on the conversation as Jungkook held him away.

She moaned in his ear and his hairs stood on end, cock swelling at the sound. It was followed by a wicked chuckle. Jungkook’s eyebrow twitched, realizing she was teasing him on purpose.

“I’ve got some missions to do in League, so I’ll see when I see you,” she purred.

Damn, Jungkook wanted to drive over there right now and ram his dick into her.

“Little bunny.”

And then she hung up.

There were two things you were great at.

League of Legends.

And not being fazed by a man.

Your dad had taught you a lot of things, but above all, he taught you resilience and arrogance, because no daughter of his was going to be a little bitch when it came to a guy. Was it sometimes an overbearing confidence? Of course.

But then you would remember the words your dad gave you when you came home sobbing ugly tears after having confessed to a boy at school. That boy your age had told you that he wasn’t going to date a fat cow. You weren’t fat. You just had thighs and ass. But at the time, especially from someone who had been admiring for weeks, you were heartbroken at those words.

“Don’t you dare cry,” you father had scolded. “Imagine even if one gram of you left this earth? That’s one gram less of love. I won’t have it.” He had hugged you, wiping away your tears, speaking to you very seriously. “You said your piece. If that boy isn’t interested, it’s his loss.” Your father pointed to your chest, right above your heart.

“This is your kingdom. You decide who enters and who leaves. Peasants don’t get to linger on these royal grounds.”

He swept his hand, giving you that smile that was more like a smirk, the trademark you would come to learn from him.

“Kick that peasant out, my daughter. You’re the hunter, not the hunted.”

You grew into your body and that boy would eventually admit to liking you at the end of high school, completely forgetting about your earlier confession in middle school. By then, you knew.

You were the hunter, not the hunted.

And this kingdom? Had no place for peasants.

A smirk on your lips, a dismissive wave of your hand.

“I’m not interested.”

“You trying to scare me, Jeon Jungkook?” you mused with a quirk of your eyebrow, opening the door to Jungkook in an oversized black hoodie and black cargo pants. His hood was up, covering his black hair that was pulled back into its usual ponytail. Chunky black sneakers. Black face mask covering half his face. An outfit ready for a casual funeral or with intent to commit murder.

Did Jungkook know what color was? Had he ever seen a rainbow?

His dark brown eyes flickered to you. He yanked off the face mask, shoving it into his pocket and revealing the scowl on his lips before it turned into a jaw drop, eyes widening as he saw what you were wearing.

A light pink minidress. High-necked and stopping mid-thigh, tightly wrapping to every curve. You wore a white jacket over it with a team logo going down the side of the sleeves and white sneakers with a team logo on the tongue.

“You’re not wearing pants?” Jungkook sputtered.

You shrugged. “I own other clothes. You said to pick a place to eat, so I looked up stuff that interested me,” you continued, ignoring his obvious up and down staring of your legs. “There’s a limited time Kirby-themed café, so I decided to wear pink.”

Jungkook pushed you into your own apartment.

You twisted your body, avoiding the wall and shoving him into it, kicking the front door closed. Well. You didn’t really expect to go out anyway. Jungkook was predictable. Your hand splayed out on his chest and you slunk up to him, pressing him up against the solidness as you lifted your head and your eyebrow. He was grimacing, staring down angrily at you. He opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off, grabbing a fistful of his hoodie and slamming him back into the wall. He gasped under you as you slid a leg between his.

“Now, before you say stupid like, ‘You can’t wear something like that in public,’ remember I can do what I want, Jeon Jungkook.” You raised your thigh and pressed it against his crotch, smirking as he hissed. He seemed to be trying to muster all his anger, but his dick was draining the blood from his brain.

“Yeah?” he growled. “Is that why you sent Seokjin that picture?”

You flicked his chin. “He’s your hyung, little bunny.”

You saw Jungkook’s eyebrow twitch in annoyance at you using the nickname. Your thumb pressed against his chin, pushing up to his lower lip, exposing the tiny mole under it. You leaned in close, rubbing his lip slowly.

“Ask me again,” you whispered lowly, trapping him in your gaze. “Properly this time.”

Jungkook swallowed, eyes sparking with defiance. Your thigh remained against his crotch, softness pressed his hardness, slowly moving up and down. His resolve was cracking slowly, especially as your chest pressed against his, breath tickling his skin.

“Why did you send Seokjin-hyung a picture of your ass?” he gritted out.

Jungkook expected her to apologize or deny she had done such a thing. He could barely focus with her body molded against him and the oppressive reigning power of her eyes. At this point, he shouldn’t be surprised.

She didn’t hesitate.

“Because I wanted to see if you would be jealous.”

His eyes widened. What the fuck? Was she fucking serious? Her eyes were vigilant, always watching him and his reactions. She tilted her head, blinking slowly.

“You’ve been hinting for a while now that you don’t like that Seokjin and I are friends.” He opened his mouth to protest, but she used her thumb to press them closed, raising her eyebrows. “I’m not going to stop being friends with Seokjin because you’re insecure. I’m not going to send him any more pictures either. Like I said, it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before.”

“That doesn’t make you right.” Jungkook spoke around her finger, shuddering a little as he felt the pad of her thumb gently caress the sensitive skin of his lips.

Her gaze locked with his.

“Correction.”

Her grip on his hoodie loosened, stroking his chest through the thick fabric.

“That doesn’t make me morally right.”

Hand sliding down, down. Hooking underneath the hem, pushing it up, up, making him gasp as her fingers spread over his abs, touching him all over, eyelashes lowering, lips so close, so close that he could feel her breathing hitch a little when she made contact with his skin. Her tongue poked out from between her lips as her thumb skimmed across his mouth, switching to stroking his cheek gently, a finger flicking his earrings as she spoke again.

“It does make me right about your jealousy though.”

She kissed him, hungrily, grinding her body against his. Jungkook moaned straight into her mouth, the hands that he had spent so long balling into fists to stop himself from giving in flying open, grabbing her round ass and ramming his crotch into hers. Her tongue flitted in and out of his lips, pressing harder, smirking as her hips matched his rhythm. He whimpered into her kiss, lifting the hem of her dress and popping it over the curve of her ass, running his hands over the perfect curve.

Jungkook actually did have good intentions to take her out on a proper date but, somehow, he always got sidetracked.

You loved it when Jeon Jungkook touched you.

He always acted like it was the first time, like he couldn’t help himself, like he was dying and you were the cure and he needed it now, needed it more than holding onto his pride. Even if his mouth was saying something else, his body kept going. Hands on your ass, sliding underneath your panties and yanking up, shoving them into your ass crack and exposing your bare cheeks to the air, gasping into your rough kisses.

“I wasn’t jealous,” Jungkook panted, trying to play it off. “As if I care about some dumb picture.”

You snickered. “Bet you were ready to fight Seokjin right then and there.”

He clenched his jaw. “O-of course not.”

“Should I call Jimin and ask?”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. “Why do you have Jimin’s number?”

You thought about punishing him for not calling Jimin ‘hyung’ but, then again, Jimin was a verbal arsonist, so you let it slide. You chuckled. “I don’t. But I’m sure Seokjin has his number. Jimin seems like the kind of guy who would tell me all the details.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Jimin is the reason why any of this started at all.”

“Hm, why’s that?”

Jungkook stiffened. You saw his eyes shift about, trying to avoid telling you something. Interesting. You took him by the waist, kicking off your shoes as he did the same, tucking his tongue into his cheek. His brows furrowed as he spaced out, letting you pull him deeper and deeper into your apartment. He only came back to earth when you raised his hoodie and lifted it over his head, taking his t-shirt with it.

“What are you doing?”

“Stripping you,” was your reply. “Want to look at your body.”

His ears flushed red. “You saw it this morning.”

“And I want to see it some more,” you stated simply. “Is that a problem?”

Your ran your fingernails over his collarbones, making him hiss, breath hot and imploring. His brown eyes darkened as his pupils dilated, biting his lip as you made eye contact, roaming your fingers all over his chest, barely any pressure, knowing he wanted more, seeing it in his gaze. His ponytail was a little messed up, long black strands slipping out and framing his cheeks.

“Fuck,” you breathed, sinking your nails into his soft skin, muscles hard underneath, feeling his body tremble, bracing for your touch. You lifted your chin, moaning softly as you dragged your nails down, hips rocking as you scraped against his sculpted abs. He moaned with you, staring into your eyes, unable to look away. You slunk down, pressing your lips into his chest, kissing softly, lashes lowering, holding his stare. His breathing deepened, chest rising and falling a little as you kissed the scratches you made, thighs spreading out as you squatted. You saw him suck in a tight breath, trying to take it all in without looking away from your eyes. Your tongue slid out, licking just above his waist.

“You’re so fucking hot, Jungkook.”

You saw him swallow hard as you undid his belt.

“I can’t help but want to fuck you, little bunny.”

You slid it out of the belt loops, slowly, breathing hotly against his skin. His eyes were glazed over, hanging onto your every word, so turned on you could see his erection straining against his black jeans. You looped his belt around your neck, sliding the buckle up. Jungkook chewed on his lip, watching you press it against your throat. It couldn’t be closed, of course, but you could see the visual effect it was having on him.

Undoing his jeans, pushing the fabric down his thighs.

Hooking your fingers on the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling them down too, his cock popping out and pressing against your mouth with how close you were. You could feel the throbbing heat, pre-cum smearing on your lips. When you spoke, your warm breath wafted over the head.

Jungkook shuddered, whimpering deep in his throat.

“Can’t help but want to swallow you up.”

And then you enclosed your lips around his cock.

Sure, Jungkook could verbally complain all he wanted, but him and his dick were absolutely ecstatic about getting this much action. As she so aptly sated before, this was her kingdom and Jungkook fucking loved this monarchy. Well, more like tyranny.

Whatever, he couldn’t give a shit.

He leaned his head back, gasping sharply as he felt her lips wrap around him, soft tongue coating his cock wetly with saliva, focusing only on the head. Lightly bobbing back and forth, stimulating the sensitive skin with lips, tongue, and so, so much saliva. Fuck, he loved it so much, loved her mouth and how it teased him, loved and hated how she made him last, made him crazy, made him clench his hands into fists because he craved her pace and didn’t want to change it, letting her to do whatever she wanted because she was so good at it.

Her tongue ghosted over the head, so slick it barely touched him, and then it pressed against the bottom of his cock, rubbing roughly, tracing his veins as he moaned her name, snapping his head back down to see her looking up at him, cocky and in control. And it made Jungkook so mad, so annoyed that he could be ruined so easily but, also, he loved it, loved the way her eyes glittered with satisfaction and pride, so pleased with pleasing him.

“Don’t tease,” he growled, an empty threat but he said it anyway.

She smirked and ticked her eyebrow.

Then she went all the way down, lips hitting the base of his cock and Jungkook was the one who choked, unable to catch his breath as the head was squeezed by her throat, so deep he wasn’t sure if she could breathe. Her tongue ran over the contours of his cock, pressing him up against the roof of her mouth, grinding him into her throat.

“Fuck me,” Jungkook panted, eyes fixated on her thighs spread open, ass sticking out, panties trapped in between her cheeks, making them look bigger, rounder. His black belt was looped around her neck, slapping against her leg as she began to move her head up and down. Pleasure flooded through his core, burning him up. She had one hand on his hip, bracing herself as she sucked him off. The other hand wrapped around the belt, grasping it in her palm and holding it, yanking down.

Looking at him through her lashes, so clearly dominant even though she was the one on her knees with his belt around her throat, fucking her own face with his dick.

“Can’t… can’t hold back,” Jungkook gasped. “You’re so fucking pretty, noona, fuck, gonna cum down your pretty throat…”

Faster, tighter, wetter. His eyelids fluttered, nails digging into his palms as he sank his teeth into his lower lip to prevent himself from shouting, core so tense, so close, oh, fuck. Fuck. His lower lip popped out of his mouth as he groaned her name, still too loud, deep and wanton from his chest as he came, roughly shooting into her throat. She clamped down on his cock as it jerked in her mouth, drinking greedily, chuckling as she did so. The fucking audacity. But Jungkook could do nothing about it, hopelessly moaning as her tongue spread his own cum and her saliva all over the head of his cock, fucking it nice, slow, and easy, so sensitive that there was far too much pleasure, his hips rocking into it, legs quivering from the afterglow.

She was too fucking good at this.

God, Jungkook wanted to marry her so bad.

They hadn’t even gone on a date!

He raised his shaking hand up to his forehead, pushing his long hair back, breathless.

Fuck, Jeon Jungkook looked so good like this.

Gasping for breath, his tattooed arm raised, sweeping away the fallen black strands of his ponytail and exposing his forehead. Jaw clenched tight, tan skin glistening with sweat, lips pink and swollen from biting on them. You looked up at him and he looked down at you. For a moment, you could see adoration and fondness mixed together in his gaze, and then Jungkook abruptly ticked his head, furrowing his brows, trying to mask it with annoyance.

Heh.

He really was too easy to read.

You hummed along his length, long, languid licks from the bottom of his cock to the tip, feeling him get hard again. Jungkook narrowed his eyes at you. You smacked the head with your tongue, bumping it against the roof of your mouth.

“Stop that.”

You withdrew you mouth, not missing the flicker of disappointment in those chocolate orbs before he sucked in his cheek. Your fingers gripped the belt buckle and pulled down, removing it from your neck and slipping it off. It slapped against your thigh loudly, stinging a little. Jungkook shivered involuntarily, gaze immediately locked onto his belt draped in your lap.

“You like that?” you drawled.

Jungkook didn’t respond, biting his lip. The side of your lips quirked upwards. You folded his belt in half, grasping it in your palm. His eyes flickered up to yours.

“You wouldn’t.”

You swung your right leg out, keeping eye contact.

“I would.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed, gulping audibly. Your free hand crawled up his legs, nails dancing over hard muscle as you tapped the leather belt against your soft thigh. Sometimes you wondered what your neighbors thought. Did they think Jungkook was the freak? His usual defiant expression and dark, casual attire certainly didn’t help.

Little did they know.

Finger by finger, slowly wrapping around his wet cock, still covered with your saliva. His pupils were blown wide with disbelief and lust, holding his breath.

You pumped him once.

And smacked the inside of your own thigh with his belt at the same time.

You gasped at the pain; a red stripe visible on your skin. He inhaled sharply, thrusting into your hand, head whipping between your thigh and your face. You pumped him once more, slapping yourself again, grinning as he moaned, fucking himself with your hold, sputtering as you kept going, patterning a red crisscross on your leg, the pain fading to nothing as you watched Jungkook lose his mind.

“S-stop…”

“Stop what?” you panted, flinching as you added another hit to your burning skin. You could tell it was getting him off and it was bothering him that he was enjoying it so much. “Tell the wolf what you want.” Your grip tightened and he groaned, roughly rolling his hips into it. “You know I’ll give you anything, little bunny.”

Jungkook groaned, eyes half-lidded and glazed with lust.

“Gonna… cum, fuck…”

“You wanna cum, hm?” you purred. “I’ll let you cum. All over me even. If that’s what you desire, little bunny.”

His eyes darkened. You smirked.

“I hate you.”

“And yet you’re still fucking my hand.”

You knew what Jungkook was trying to do. Did he really think he could use reverse psychology on you like that? Admitting he was close, trying to get you to refuse him and let go so he could last longer. Your smirk grew as he continued to rut in your palm, grinding his teeth. Of course, you had deliberately put that picture in his mind, making it even harder for him to stop now. The only way he was going to last longer is if he did it himself. You waited. His right hand wrapped around your wrist, black tattoos standing out on his white knuckles, sucking in his cheek as he slowed. He was panting as he edged himself to a full stop.

Your tongue touched the side of your mouth, wicked grin on your lips.

Eyebrow cocked in amusement.

Jungkook snarled.

“Fuck you.”

“Go ahead.”

Just.

Imagine wanting to throttle someone while simultaneously wanting to marry them.

Jeon Jungkook was not sure how he was going to live like this, but he also wanted nothing else.

He needed help.

His fingers pressed against her wrist, rubbing against the pink fabric. The dress of long-sleeved, tight all over. Her wrist felt slim and delicate in his hand. Suddenly, Jungkook realized something felt off. Different.

“You’re not wearing your wrist braces.”

There was a tinge of worry in his voice, but he didn’t even notice. His brows furrowed in concern. Something flickered in her eyes. He wasn’t astute or quick enough to discern it.

“We were going on a date. I didn’t want to embarrass you.”

Her tone was neutral, casual. Jungkook’s hand slid down, clasping around her forearm and yanking her up, frowning. She dropped his belt and it clattered to the floor, but his eyes were on her face. Her expression was different, almost vulnerable.

“You should be wearing them,” he said, not realizing the softness in his tone, hand releasing her forearm and sliding around her waist, stroking it gently. “You’ve been playing League all day, haven’t you? You need to protect them.”

She blinked slowly, lashes shadowing her eyes.

“They aren’t pretty.”

This kind of closeness was different. It still made his heart race, but there was something else too, an unknown emotion plucking at his heartstrings, playing him like a golden harp, crystalline butterflies flying in his stomach as her breath lingered on his cheek. Her dress was bunched around her waist and he pushed it up, caressing her skin.

“You’re pretty enough.” A smirk danced on his lips. “Trust me, no one looks at your wrists when you walk around in public.”

“What do they look at?”

The slight teasing tone was back. She backed up a little, out of his grasp, pulling the dress up and over her head. He sucked in a breath as her torso was revealed, bra molded in her breasts. Due to the light color of the dress, her undergarments matched her skin tone, nearly invisible under the tight fabric. She took a step backwards and he followed, drawn by this striptease, watching her hand reach behind her and unhook her bra.

“What do they look at, Jungkook?”

She dropped her bra and he inhaled sharply. Her nipples were hard, tits soft and bouncy. As much as he liked them, Jungkook had his answer and his preference. Direct eye contact, licking his lips.

“Your ass, duh.”

She gave him a foxy smile and sat down on the bed, still backing up, pushing her panties down her hips, using the friction of the sheets to help them slide down her legs, keeping her thighs together, only giving flashes of her wetness. His hands planted onto the bed, fingers spreading out, crawling after her, ditching the rest of his clothes in the process. He could smell her arousal, strong and sweet and intoxicating, his favorite smell in the whole world.

“You sure that’s not just you?” she teased.

“I know it’s not just me,” Jungkook breathed. “I catch people making eyes at your ass all the time.”

She turned around and he actually moaned, seeing her bare ass up in the air, so big, round, and plump, all he could think about, his obsession, curving down to those perfect juicy thighs.

She turned her head to look back at him, cocking an eyebrow, condom in between her index and middle finger.

“No one loves it as much as you, hm?”

Fuck, he was drooling.

Her eyes sparkled with mirth.

“Little bunny.”

Jungkook raised his body, muscles tensed, trying to be domineering. He would probably try until the end of time and you still wouldn’t be daunted, giving him a smug little smile the entire time. You saw a muscle twitch in his forehead, a vein popping out. You weren’t sure if he realized it, but he was visibly salivating despite being so irate with you.

And then a fat blob of his spit plopped onto your ass.

You raised your eyebrows.

His ears turned red.

It slid down into your crack, pooling there.

“Did you just drool on me?”

His cheeks turned red. Jungkook hastily wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, stuttering, staring at it and then at your highly amused face, borderline laughing, placing the condom over your lips so he wouldn’t see you snickering. Your shoulders were shaking though, so close to losing it with how flushed his face was becoming, jaw flapping, clawing for an answer.

“I… I… no, it’s…”

He raised his hand to try to wipe it away but yours shot out, knocking it away.

“No, no.”

His ponytail bounced, lower lip trembling nervously.

“Let’s take advantage,” you said, voice dropping low, controlling yourself despite how badly you wanted to explode with laughter. You didn’t want to hurt his feelings. You beckoned him forward and he scooted up to you uneasily, embarrassment evident on his features.

“Put your dick there.”

He blinked at you. You ticked your chin at your ass crack.

“Trust me, Jungkook.”

You purposefully used his name, not his pet name. He swallowed and lifted his cock, gasping as he dropped it onto the puddle of spit between your cheeks. You reached back and pressed your ass together around his cock and his lashes fluttered, hips shooting forward, balls smacking your pussy. You slid back and forth lightly, feeling it hardening, lubricated by his own saliva.

“Hold it down,” you instructed softly.

Jungkook obeyed, right hand pressing it down and moaning as the sensation intensified, warm and tight as your hips rocked into his. Your name drifted from his lips, deep and sensual, and you knew the awkwardness was forgotten now, focusing only on the pleasure. He shoved the head into your skin, the pitch of his moan hiking as the sensitivity increased, becoming rock hard, the thickness you craved.

“You ever think about this?” you breathed.

“Yeah,” he gasped. “Yeah, but I thought you would think it was too w-weird.”

You tensed your muscles and Jungkook whimpered at the increased tightness, cock throbbing against your ass. He thought this was weird? Who did he date before, nuns? Not to mention all the filth you two had already been doing. Oh, well, not the time to ask. Focus. His pre-cum was mixing with his saliva, his strong, masculine scent painted all over you.

“Fuck, your ass is so fucking good…”

“You want to cum like this?” you hummed.

Jungkook bit his lip. “N-No…” Thrusting slowly a few more times. Edging himself once again. Damn, he was relentless with his poor dick. “Wanna make my woman feel good.”

The way he said, my woman, so possessively and desperately at the same time.

You smirked. “I’m waiting, little bunny.”

He clenched his jaw, pulling out with a soft whine. Took the condom from one of your hands holding your ass, ripping it open and sliding it on. Didn’t waste any time, pushing into you with one swift stroke, punishing himself and rewarding you. You moaned in satisfaction, taking it all, enjoying the unforgiving way Jungkook stretched you out with his thick cock, enjoying how he cried out, voice booming against your apartment walls. You lowered your hands, dropping your ass a little by spreading your knees more, letting him hit you deeper. Jungkook moaned, handsome features twisted in pleasure, so sexy and needy.

You really needed to invest in a mirror so you didn’t have to crane your head back to watch him every time.

“Fuck me,” you commanded.

His jaw set as he began to slap his hips into you, strong hands on your ass. You clenched around him and he growled, dark eyes flashing. You let him pound you a few times before you raised your hips to meet him, fucking him back. The growl deepened in his chest, his shoulders and pecs tensing as his grip on your ass tightened.

“Stop it.”

“I don’t think so,” you replied, knowing you were saying it far too calmly for his taste.

His pace intensified, bending down a little to get deeper, irritation clear on his face. “If you didn’t have such a great ass, I wouldn’t let you get away with this.”

“Hmm,” you purred, shivering as Jungkook hit your favorite spot. He seemed to notice and did it again, earning the same reaction. A wicked smirk grew on his lips as he focused right there, reducing his speed and increasing his force. You gasped a little, hands clutching your sheets. Slowly but surely, he was annihilating your poor pussy with how deep and big he was, but you didn’t care.

“Talk to me,” you said breathlessly, staring into his hungry eyes, dark from his blown-out pupils. “Tell noona how much you love her ass.”

Jungkook’s voice was rough and gravelly, almost a snarl, so fucking sexy you felt yourself leaking all over his cock as he spoke to you.

“I fucking love your ass, noona,” he drawled, ramming his cock into you with every word, eyes on your face as he did do. “Love the way it bounces and jiggles as I fuck you, love how soft and juicy it is, love digging my fingers into it as I fuck you. Your pussy swallows my cock so well, so fucking tight, fuck, you’re so fucking good at taking me.” His balls were smacking your clit now, speed increasing as he chased his orgasm, the words distracting him from his own control, your pussy squeezing his cock every time he descended.

Jungkook chewed on his lip, breathing shallow and tight, indicating he was close.

“I wanna fuck you every day, every night, fuck, I don’t wanna do anything else but watch your ass bounce on my dick. Want you all to myself, want you all over me, want you to tease me, use me, drive me crazy, just to have my hands on this ass and these thighs, and watch your pretty pussy and lips swallow my cock.”

Oh fuck, you could feel it now, his dirty words and his ravenous expression meaning every word, fucking you so hard that the bed was screaming under you, but neither of you noticed, so lost in each other’s eyes that you just kept fucking him back and he kept railing you. Wet, obscene slapping of your hips filling the apartment, definitely disturbing someone, but Jungkook and you were too busy moaning in unison, his fingers digging into you as you clutched the sheets, your name and his name mixing together as both of you came, him exploding into the condom and your pussy spasming all over his cock. His eyes rolled back into his head, pressing down on your ass so he could feel it all over, milking his cum out, your juices slipping down his balls and thighs.

You breathed out, your exhale heavy and dense with satisfaction.

Your phone rang.

You raised an eyebrow and looked at it vibrating on your nightstand, seeing Seokjin’s name flashing.

“You gonna answer that?” Jungkook muttered, glaring at it.

“Don’t have to.”

He rubbed your ass, squeezing it. “Ugh, just answer him.”

You reached over with a sigh as Jungkook gingerly pulled out, carefully lowering you to the bed before backing up. You pressed the start call button and the phone nearly jumped out of your hand with how loud Kim Seokjin was shouting.

“Yah! You told me I could stop by today because my mouse was acting up and you had an extra one! Yeah, well, I was standing outside your door and you’re fucking the living daylights out of Jeon Jungkook in the middle of the damn afternoon! You think no one can hear you or something? Keep it down, you absolute animals!”

You blinked at your phone and looked at Jungkook, who raised his hands and shrugged. You put it on speaker. Seokjin was certainly yelling loud enough.

“Er… sorry, hyung?”

“Sorry? Sorry?” Seokjin shrieked. “Get a house if you’re going to be that loud, fuck!”

You chuckled. “You still outside?”

“Me? Fuck no, I’m not, I don’t need to hear that shit, fuck!”

“You jacking off?”

“FUCK NO!”

You wondered where he was if he was screaming all these obscenities.

“I’m driving to the fucking electronics store,” Seokjin grumbled crossly. “Jungkook! You better tell her you fucking love her and buy a house together and let the world live in peace!”

And then Kim Seokjin hung up.

You raised your eyebrows. Turned your head slowly to face Jungkook, who was rapidly turning into a tomato. Well. Turns out you didn’t have to pry it out of him. Seokjin did the work for you. You placed a hand on your chin and looked up at him.

“Oh? Do you have something to tell me, Jeon Jungkook?”

He gritted his teeth and sat down on the bed, pouting slightly and looking pissed at the same time.

“W-well, you heard it already.” He waved his hand towards the phone. “So… yeah.”

“Hmm, do you really want to leave it at that?”

Jungkook’s eyes shifted, looking at the floor. He took a deep breath and looked at you. For your part, you didn’t keep the teasing smile on your face. You simply waited for his response, tilting your head at him. His chocolate brown eyes seemed a little frightened, forehead slick with sweat, his black hair all over his cheeks, ponytail half-undone from fucking.

Handsome and perfect.

He was going to be your husband.

You already decided, right here and now.

“I love you,” Jungkook said quietly. “A lot. I think I want to make babies and get married and grow old with you and shit like that.”

You raised your eyebrows.

“In that order?”

“Er...” He bit his lip. “Marriage first?”

“Thought you wanted to go on dates?” you teased lightly.

He ticked his head. “Well… maybe we’ll get tired of fucking at some point and then go on dates?”

“Do you think that will happen?”

He frowned. “Er… No?”

You tapped your cheek with your fingers. He looked so cute like this, unsure and sure at the same time, eyes flicking up to you and looking away. He seemed to be scared of your response. How interesting. He really had nothing to worry about.

“You know, Jungkook,” you said, lifting yourself up and placing your hands on his shoulder, bringing your face close to his. He jumped a little at your proximity, anxiously knitting his brows together. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

“Ah… what?”

You hummed, caressing his skin. “I could have told you I loved you first, but it was too fun watching you struggle.”

“H-hey! That’s fucked up!” Jungkook snapped, narrowing his eyes.

You kissed his cheek and he instantly flushed red at the chaste action, fingers coming up to trace the kiss. His eyes searched yours and you looked back at him unashamedly, hiding nothing.

“You… really love me?” he whispered quietly, as if he was afraid to say it out loud. “You’re not just using me for sex?”

You almost guffawed. Instead, you suffocated your laughter and gave him a playful look, arching an eyebrow. You removed your hands from his shoulder.

“Oh, I’m definitely using you for sex, Jungkook,” you affirmed. His gaze hardened and then his eyes widened as your arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him from behind, resting your chin on his broad shoulder. “But I also love you and want to grow old with you, so you can’t complain.”

You heard him huff. But he seemed pleased, resting his hand on yours, stroking your wrist gently. His words might be rough, but his tone was tender, unable to hide his affection.

“Yeah… I guess.”

You smiled.

Stubborn like an ox.

part iii

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softlyjiminie · 4 years

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black swan | one

⇢ pairing(s): professional dancer!park jimin x figure skater!reader.

⇢ word count: 4.8K.

⇢ rating: 16+, mature.

⇢ genre: angst, eventual smut, fluff, e2l, fake dating!au, corrupted idol!au, dancer!au, figure skater!au.

⇢ summary: a life of skating was all you’d ever known, your heart craving the feeling of ice beneath your feet and the light brush of cool air against your skin under thousands of sparkling lights... what a shame, if only you’d known that one night, one accident could rip you from the life you’d grown to love, leaving your career in the unsteady hands of the prince of ballet, park jimin.

⇢ warning(s): please read for this chapter! angst, just a lot of vmon fluff, sports injury and mentions of blood!

⇢ author’s note(s): eeeep here it is everyone!! the first chapter of my new series!! ive worked super hard on this so im nervous and excited to share :( i hope you guys love it! feedback is greatly appreciated <3

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alive.

if there was one word that you would use to describe this feeling, it would be alive. from the second the toepick of your skate touched the ice, your body would always come to light, energy surging through your veins as you drifted across the smooth surface of the rink. you belonged here, you were born here. this was was where you felt at home.

although the space was littered with other skaters, you believe yourself to be alone— the music of your heavily practiced routine filling your mind while you ready your position...head down, arm outstretched and fingertips pointed. rolling your shoulders, you clutch your hand to your chest as the chords of your original soundtrack blast through your thoughts, with a half turn you bend at the back, catching your skate while you twist your body into a layback spin— holding your skate to your head. “catch foot,” you whisper, following the notes of the song— butterfly. it was a short contemporary piece composed by your trainer which you had insisted on using for this competition. as the music flows, you release your grip on your skate and allow it to hit the ice, holding your arms out in a poised manner.

gliding across the ice, you dive into your next movement— the cantilever— bending at the knee and leaning backwards, skates out-turned. you know that move after would require the support from your partner, so you skip it in favour of saving it for the eyes of the judges. hydroblades were always a signature between he and yourself. the song hits a climax in your head, piano notes wafting through lost memories, tangled with practices of routines and you tumble effortlessly into the remaining steps like a flowing waterfall that never stops— the triple axel is the jump that comes after, a difficult manoeuvre through the air...but well known in the skating community as only a few have landed it in contest. skating forward, you put your power into the jump, leaping forward with only two and half rotations, saving the third for the competition and breathing a sigh of relief when you land backwards— just as planned. you move with the grace of a pure white swan, silently slipping into every move, spin and jump as you focus on only the sounds of your blade against the ice.

completing another full turn, you head straight into a sit spin— curling in on yourself as your body lowers to the cool surface of the ice. during a spin, you fyour blades dig into the ice as you come to a halt, exposing yourself to the world once again. breathing laboured from exertion, you outstretch your arms once more and imagine the final chords of your musical piece, ending your routine.

your attention is captured by a round of applause to your left, making you whip your head in search for the sound. a sweet grin graced your lips as you recognise the two men clapping away, causing you to skate over and rest your palms on the boarders of the rink.

“taehyungie,” you sing, leaning over the barriers to ruffle at the thick mass of unruly black locks that curl just above his eyes. the boy only laughs as he grabs your wrist and pulls you in for an awkward hug. his body is warmer compared to the ice, bringing you a sense of homely comfort that you recognise as familiar. “i missed you at practice just now,”

taehyung himself rolls his eyes making it his turn to ruffle your hair. “oh please, you hardly need me! you make a two man routine look good on its own!” he rambles excitedly, body leering over the barrier as if the ice is calling him. taehyung’s dark eyes flitter up to meet yours, an amused chuckle emulating from his lips at your jokingly unimpressed expression. “if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you were a solo skater—“

you huff, letting the corners of your lips twitch up into a small smile. “you know that i couldn’t ever do this without you, tae— i need you on the ice with me.” you poke at his cheek affectionately, your body lighting up as you spot namjoon, both yours and taehyung’s coach behind the latter. your skating partner catches the change in your expression, turning around to greet namjoon with a warm hug and kiss to the cheek.

yourself, taehyung and namjoon had known each other for as long as you could remember. you’d met taehyung at your very first skating lesson, in a beginners class when his hair was wild and untamed, a little boy with missing teeth and big bright eyes. as a little girl, you’d thought he’d gotten lost on his way to an ice hockey practice. at the time, namjoon’s father ran the skating company you started under— leaving his son in charge of the beginners class.

the three of you had grown up together; taehyung was your first kiss— promptly realising he wasn’t into girls right after you’d stolen a smooch on the swing set in your backyard after a practice (“yeah...YN, i’m gay.”). and even in high school, the two of you stalking namjoon around hallways as you teased a blushing taehyung about is growing crush on the lankier male. you cradled you’re jubilant friend as he cried when namjoon left for college, his light dimming a bit but you remembered crying harder when the three of you were united four years and a plethora of competitions, medals and skates later.

“well if it isn’t my favourite pair of skaters,” namjoon greets, tucking his hands into the pockets of his bomber jacket that proudly shows off the logo of your skating company. “practicing again, YN?”

you see the amusement dancing in your coach’s eyes, he wouldn’t have put it past you to see you on the ice so early in the morning. you’d never relented with your skating, having pushed yourself to win two olympic medals by the time you were nineteen. you were an image of perfection in the skating world, not a scandal or downfall in your entire career— most would find such an achievement quite daunting— losing friends was made easy because of it... but you knew that you had taehyung and namjoon and the love of your family and company, you knew that with that you could achieve anything. “i have to, if i want to be better than taehyung...” you tease and tug on said male’s sleeve. “help me get him on the ice?”

namjoon presses a kiss into the depths of taehyung’s deep ocean locks, sending him off with a whisper that makes him run off to grab his skates before the elder approaches you. “little ice princess, i think i have a gift for you...” namjoon sings sweetly, pulling his phone from his back pocket as you lean over the barrier excitedly.

“you think?”

“i know.”

the elder holds out his device for you to see, the screen lighting up as an unfamiliar caller ID flashes across it. you raise your eyes hesitantly while your coach nods, smile reaching his eyes as you answer the call. a group of beaming faces decorate the screen and your own eyes dance across each and every one of them, recognising them as the boys and girls of moonchild skating company.

“YN!” the skaters cheer, waving excitedly amongst a sea of claps and giggles. “good, luck!”

“thanks you guys,” you whisper sweetly, sparing an appreciative glance at namjoon, you blow kisses to all of your fellow skaters thankfully. you note some of them to be from different ranks in your company; from beginners to juniors and some from different areas of competition— although your heart jumps slightly at the sight of one in particular. “jungkookie...”

“noona!” the boy cheers, scrunching his nose excitedly at the mention of his name. your heart melts as he looks to you with sparkling doe eyes, the younger boy having a special place in your heart— he came to the company bright eyed and shy, there had been a lot of doubt about jungkook’s abilities on the ice because of that. but as soon as he stepped foot on the rink, everyone’s worries drifted away— each of his movements were silken and seamless easily making him one of the best solo skaters in the senior rank, although he was slightly younger than you. you remember catching him after practice one day— he had yet to decide if he wanted to sign up with namjoon and he’d only stayed behind to watch you run through your routine with taehyung. the bumbling boy couldn’t help but blush when he’d been caught with yourself and your partner yearning for him to join. he did so in the end... because of you, because you had inspired him to pick up skating after you won your first gold medal. it just so happened that little jungkookie was a fast learner. “did you like the surprise? i thought it would help with your nerves— i know you get butterflies in your tummy before you perform! so do i! especially when i see you— uh! i mean!”

jungkook’s ears burn as bright as his cherry red hair, the shade only feeling as your melodious chuckle wafts through the phone’s speakers. “i loved it kookie, thank you.” you hum, batting your lashes at him, despite the presence of the other skaters on the call. you knew he had a soft spot for you, it was hard to miss his longing gazes and the tightening of his jaw when tae put his hand on your waist for lifts. it was sweet. “good luck to you in your regionals as well, you’ll do great... okay?” you’re quick to remind him, as you note taehyung returning from the locker room.

“t-thank you noona! we love you!”

the skaters give you one last cheer and round of applause as taehyung slips into view with a boxed grin and sweet wave. namjoon ends the call, ruffling his lover’s mop of hair before ushering the two of you onto the ice, ready to run through your routine one last time.

putting together the perfect routine, is like making the perfect breakfast. the eggs you begin with, a sweet yolk dancing on your tongue like the starting moves that give the judges a taste of what you’re capable of. next were the pancakes, drenched in syrup— like light movements through the air, packing a punch with the saucy moves between yourself and your partner to show off your finesse and finally, there was the—

“orange juice.” taehyung’s timbre voice cut through your thoughts like a knife as he place a glass of freshly squeezed juice in front of you whilst disrupting your mentally mapped out routine. blinking rapidly under his stares, your gaze switched from the piles of food he’d set on your plate, to the amused but scolding glare he’d spared you. “drink it, it’ll keep your sugar and energy up for today.”

“thanks taetae...”

you nod gratefully, leaning forward and taking a gulp of the bitter yellow liquid as if it’ll wash away the nerves beginning to bubble in the pits of your stomach. nonetheless, the skater beams brightly at you before he scoffs down a mouthful of his towering breakfast— as he always did before such events. you, however, couldn’t bare to eat— not with the devious stares of the other female figure skaters who eyed your plates. you knew it was a tactic to throw you off guard, the canteen of the hotel was much like a high school back in the day, with cliques and squads all out to get each other. it was always like this before major skating competition but your mind is too busy being filled with anticipation of getting on the ice and showing off once more.

namjoon appears after taehyung has eaten more than half his plate— resulting in him stealing bits and pieces from your own. “don’t look so nervous, YN,” the elder chides from over his steaming cup of coffee, hand running through his dishevelled purple and blonde streaked locks. “you’ll do great, both of you will.” your coach spares a knowing glance to taehyung, who blushes through munching the rest of your pancakes and so; you can tell by the light bruises on the neck that he and taehyung had a rough encounter in the night before.

joon was never allowed to mark taehyung above the waist, because the younger loved to wear costumes that glittered and showed off his open chest. you knew from experience that the marks would be below the waist where no one could see— like their own little good luck ritual. glee consumes your skating partner as namjoon nuzzles his nose into his dark hair, the distraction letting you slip under the surface of worry once more.

‘no, you’ve got this.’ you think, flickering your gaze anywhere but your plate in order to clam the race horse of thoughts in your mind. you finally settle on staring at the news report playing on the small digital TV hanging in the right hand corner of the cafeteria. park jimin, arrested for speeding. the report flashes across the screen, images of bright blonde hair and dark eyes hidden by thick black shades passing by with faint sounds of camera clicks.

you shake your head, grateful to never had experienced trouble like that. sure, you’d dealt with reporters and trash paparazzi but, joon and tae— they’d always gotten you through it. it was just nice to not be alone like him...

park jimin.

taehyung had a mind of brilliance.

you sit in the stylist chair, hair slicked back and curled away from your eyes— the momentum of free hair would have disrupted your skating or thrown you off balance, but god was kim taehyung a miracle worker. he always knew how he wanted you both to look for performances, the makeup artists bidding to his every need. you could even find him helping out with the beginners class performances— adding glitter to baby cheeks and braiding youthful hair.

today, your friend had decided the look you would go for; would be faded baby blue shadow dancing across your lids and blending softly with cloudy whites and silver sparkles. your liner was sharp, winged enough to cut the diamond edge of the gemstones that were dotted at the corner of your eye— taehyung was smart, co-ordinating your makeup look with the pretty silver dress namjoon had scouted out just for you.

the article of clothing itself, is backless with long sleeves that form tear drops at your pointer finger as they fade from silver to a cool grey, much like the skirt of your dress. smaller gemstones and pearls align at your waist and chest, that glistened under the cheap light when namjoon had first revealed the outfit to you. you had cried when you thumbed the flowing layered skirt, thanking your boys endlessly for the beautiful dress but taehyung had only giggled — knowing that it matched his silver to white shirt, tight fitting and glittering with layered sleeves (which he loved so much).

now, you laced up your skates— nerves peaking once more. the white leather sat comfortably against your heal, having broken in the skates amiss your training. you knew that the current pair were already on the ice, eliciting cheers from the crowd so you forced your jitters into lacing up and securing your skates. a double not would suffice.

“you’re both going to do amazing, remember whatever happens out there... i’m proud of you.” your coach reminds with one last dimpled smile before you’re due on the ice. taehyung pecks both of your cheeks and leads you away from your team of staff— who clap excitedly for you while your names are announced.

squeezing his hand, you slide smoothly onto the ice with taehying and close your eyes, breathing in the sharp scent of coolness and fresh air and taking in the squeals of your names. “you look great,” your partner comments easily, smirking as you circle each other on the rink. you open your eyes, noting the white-ish glow the ice gives to taehyung’s honey skin and grin. “we’ve got this.”

“we always do,” you nod back in affirmation, confidence flaring as the announcement finishes (you had always felt more at home on the ice, and tae knew once you were out there, your worries would melt away with the music). you push yourself into position with tae, your foreheads pressed against once another’s, so close that you can feel his warm breath fanning across your face. it’s all for the dramatics but you know that the crowd loves your chemistry. piano chords drift through the air, signalling the start of your routine, your hands roam across taehyung’s body like you’d practiced countless times. when the beat picks up, taehyung twists you in his arms, fingertips reaching just above your head while your own hands follow his to link them.

you begin to pick up momentum, skating with each other in arm as the first verse picks, with hands on your waist, taehyung picks you up gently, holding you off the ice for just a second as he skates into a half spin before placing you down. resuming your movements across the rink, you separate and tumble into your next move— they lay back spin. the pair of you synchronise your moves, holding your skates to your head as you twirl into the lyrics of the song.

‘is it true? is it true?’ the lyrics reverberate in your mind, body following taehyung’s lead into the next steps. his fingertips are light on your arms to keep them poised, both of you extending your right legs as you glide across the ice. ‘you, you, you...’ your partner lifts you once more into his arms, pushing you into the air for you to fall gracefully into a double salchow— taking off with the back inside edge of your right skate and landing on the outside of the opposite skate. the crowd bursts into applause, making you grin subtly at your partner before interlocking your fingers once more for a partnered arabesque spirals.

your hand grips taehyung’s firmly, letting your bodies move naturally with the music as you hold your legs in outstretched positions. the chorus bursts through the arena as the air below your arms blows away any worries, you fall back into taehyung’s arms once more for a lift above his head— your legs stretched out into a galloping motion before he swiftly prompts you into a death spiral, holding onto your arm as he twirls your body lower towards the ice.

when the chorus ends, you’re back to skating side by side, wowing the crowd with your movements— like namjoon said you would. completing a paired sit spin, movements mirrored perfectly, a feeling of dread feels your stomach. the ice changes beneath your skates— rougher on this side of the rink than others which sends ripples of worry through your veins at what is to come next. a triple axel jump, they were difficult to land and yet a specialty of yourself and your partners. you knew in your heart that if you landed this jump, the competition was yours but the buzzing feeling in your mind knew that something was wrong. to others, the ice carried you gracefully across the rink, but you knew something was out of place. catching taehyung’s eye, it’s as if he feels it too, but you can’t miss he jump... not when it could cost you the chance of a win.

putting your trust into taehyung, the man you’ve known for years— you curl into his chest as his strong hands support you into propelling you into the triple axel jump but to your dismay, the ice catches beneath his toe pick, taehyung misses a fraction of a beat as he forces you into the air. fear spikes in your chest— you weren’t ready, not to land, not for the jump, not for the music to push through with a climax.

and certainly not for the crunch of your bones.

excited cheers die down to fearful gasps and screams of horror, while taehyung picks himself up from the fall. the world is too loud, the lights are too bright and paramedics rush past him as he shakes himself off. wait, paramedics. pupils blown wide the skater rushes to his feet, pushing past men in orange suits with medical kits strewn about— he hears the faint call of namjoon from over the barrier and the announcers up ahead but his focus is on you.

the loudness fades and a ringing sensation builds up behind your ears— the world is black and you can only catch momentary flashes of taehyung’s worried face above your own. you’re confused, you can’t hear him as he mumbles through his sudden onslaught of tears. you cringe as they drip onto your face, an urge to wipe away the wetness taking over you— but when your fingers are brought back to your eyes, you notice the colour of crimson decorating your finger tips.

a muffled cry leaves your small frame as pain shoots through your leg, you can’t find the source but suddenly reality comes rushing back. you can hear the rushed voices of paramedics as they shuffle you onto a gurney, you can feel the stickiness of blood from somewhere on your head trickle down your back— soiling the pretty dress namjoon worked so hard to find, the throbbing pain in your left leg becoming too much to bare as you cry out for anyone, anything.

it hurts, god it hurts.

“stay with me, YN, keep th-those eyes open for me? okay baby?” you hear as your vision sways, but the voice is familiar— timbre and warm just like taehyung’s. his cool hands cup your face, brushing through your hair as he limps off the rink with your gurney. “p-please stay awake? baby please...” you know that he’s crying and you know that you’re crying too, but you’re too tired, to sleepy to comply with his wishes. the world is still dark, briefly brightening when you see namjoon from the corner of your eye. he’s gone again and the buzzing world is replaced with the scent of disinfectant and hand sanitizer. there’s arguing, yelling but you can’t see from behind closed eyes.

“she needs surgery!”

“what she needs, is us!”

when you come to, one last time you lock eyes with taehyung’s trusting brown ones, watering on the edge of tears. “i won’t leave you, i promise.”

and with that, you slip away again.

there were certain sounds you liked to hear. like the sound of your skate cutting into thick ice when you landed a jump, taehyung’s sweet singing after a long day of practice or the old romcoms you had playing in your hotel room after a day of competing.

the incessant beeping filling your senses was not a sound you liked.

“it’s my fault, joon. you should have seen her face... it’s like she knew and she trusted me to—“ taehyung cuts through the beeping with a voice filled with worry, his jubilant demeanour having been lost somewhere. your head begins to pound as you remember his skittish sobs, but the memories are blurred still.

namjoon’s voice enters next, interrupting the shaking voice of his boyfriend. “it’s not your fault, how could you have known she’d fall like that? you tripped taehyung, something wasn’t right.”

“but she felt it, we both did—“

“then i’ll take it up with the board, we’ll sue, we’ll— we’ll figure out what happened.” your coach reasoned with his lover, a silence sweeping over the room. you yearned for the comfort you felt eminate between them but when you lift your arm, you realise you’re unable to move— the wires and plugs and breathing machines keeping you strapped to the bed. panic rises in your chest, blocking your air as you struggle to breathe— taehyung is the first to rush to your side, lifting your mask and cradling you into his chest as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

namjoon is on your other side, rubbing a large palm up and down your back and out instantly feel comforted by their presence. hot tears roll down your cheeks, burning in your oesophagus as you claw at the base of your throat.

“shhh, little princess it’s okay— we’ve got you.”

a cup of water is brought to your lips which you quickly gulp down, the cool liquid soothing the ache in your throat. blinking, you cling tightly to taehyung’s cable knit sweater— hesitant to speak due to your unused voice. “wh-what happened?” you manage, unsure if your whispers can be heard above the pounding of your heart. “where...where are we?”

“you were in an accident,” namjoon spoke lowly from above you, taehyung instantly squeezing you closer as memories of the incident flashed behind both of your eyes. a low whimper left your childhood friend’s lips at your wince— squeezing you again as if he could drain your pain away. your coach swears he feels his heart break at the two of you hurting, pressing the buzzer for the nurse as tae cradles you and sliding onto your hospital bed to wrap his larger arms around you both. “something went wrong with the ice and, you fell—“

your fingers curl tighter in your friend’s clothes, as you remember the pain shooting up your leg and burning in the back of your skull. taehyung avoids your eyes this time, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “they checked you for a concussion and your leg...” his baritone voice an octave, a cool quiet seeping into the room. “your leg is broken, but with one more surgery and some physical therapy— you’ll be back on the ice in no time!”

your heart plummets in your chest, you knew what injuries like that did to figure skaters. sure you were young, you had time to recover but even the slightest pause in doing so could cost you your entire life, your career. the pair of lovers that surround you share a grim look, knowing the thoughts that are rushing through your mind.

“we have the best doctors for you, YN, with a few months—“

you blink up at tae with fiery eyes filled with tears, resisting the urge to shove him away. “i don’t have a few months, tae! training for the olympics is what i should be doing!” you hiccup, starting to choke on tears you refuse to let shed. “i need to be out there on that ice, or i’m useless, i need to—“

you make movements to step out of bed, sucking in your lower lip as a dull ache rests in your bones. the pair are quick to pull you back into bed, but your hands scold them with slaps as you push them away. you have no right to be angry at them, but you know that they understand. taehyung seems to be calmer now, despite the hurt that tickles his puppy dog features at your resistance, he does his best to comfort you.

but a prominent scowl yearns for the curve of namjoon’s lips, your coach falling deep in thought.

“you’re suspended from skating.”

“wh-what?” you stammer, eyes burning with a fresh set of tears for the third or fourth time that night. this time, your partner stands, looking to his lover in confusion and standing with his hands resting on your shoulders comfortingly.

he speaks hesitantly. “now joon...”

“no, taehyung,” your coach sighs, remaining stern. it kills him to make this choice, but there’s no other way— at least not for now. “LN YN will be suspended from all physical skating activities until she has made a full recovery with a hired physical therapist...” the words pierce straight into your heart, tearing you apart from the inside. you want to scream and cry and kick and protest but you’re too numbed from pain and betrayal to speak or move. “legal action will be taken up with the board responsible for the competition but until then, you will not touch the ice. understand?”

you blink, numb.

“YN, i said, do you understand?” namjoon repeats, steeling his gaze. he hates this, he hates hurting both you and his love.

you nod once, looking away whilst tae rubs circles into your shoulders. his lover mentions something about a coffee before slipping out of the room... and that’s when you breakdown. you cry, heavy ugly tears with a running nose that you’re sure stains your best friends sweater as he rocks you back and forth into the night.

you cry until your spark is dull, you cry until your chest burns and until your eyes are dry. you cry because you’ve lost your purpose in life.

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bangtanloverboys · 2 years

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in honor of tae day, i’m just gonna write out all the wips i have that include him

airbender taehyung

the world for a kiss // merman taehyung

myth student tae

why do you only call me when you’re high // vhope

on the dotted line // divorce lawyer tae

rapunzel taehyung

hybrid taegi story

prince!tae x painter!reader

ophelia taehyung

kind hearted // vmon

#happy tae day #let me know which ones interest you #dip rambles

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bngtanah · 4 years

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House of Triad | Games (m)

summary: All the best things come in threes. Just a bunch of one-shots centering around V, RM and the shared girlfriend they affectionately call ‘Honey’.

pairing: Vmon x Reader

word count: 3.1k genre: smut rating: explicit

chapters: o1| o2| o3|

warning: light angst, smut, fluff, explicit sexual themes, ambw, poly, oral (fem receiving), fingering, pillow talk.

a/n: There is no plot, only trash.

Working from home seemed like an easy enough perk. You get to stay at home, wake up twenty minutes before you’re supposed to working and sleep in whenever you wanted.

Simple.

This is exactly what Honey thought just before she became a full-time writer and writing was no longer a fun hobby that she had a natural talent for but the very bane of her existence on most days when she just could not get the thoughts out of her head and onto the page in front of her. The music helped her to focus she liked to say, usually her Pandora mix of choice was the Classical station but today she was furiously typing along with show tunes she knew would only end up stuck in her head later. Her fingers were moving at an untraceable speed across the surface of her keyboard as she muttered each sentence before she wrote it underneath her breath to make sure it sounded right. Today was supposed to be her day off, but her publishers called at precisely the last minute, moving the deadline for her to finish the next few chapters up to the end of this week instead of the following one.

Which meant she had to pull two additional chapters she hadn’t even started thinking about out of thin air and send them off to the proofreaders. Needless to say, 'Honey' was stressed. Almost ready to pull out her hair stressed, but you would never know it by looking at her; especially not now she looked almost serene while she typed and bobbed her head along to music in her ears. She had been on such a creative roll until she hit the enter button to begin a new line and her train of thought completely derailed. It was almost as if her brain had short-circuited entirely, with a loud groan she shot up from her seat and ran a hand through her hair. Just as she was about to pace around the room to get her blood flowing, something dark moved in the corner of her eye which made her scream loudly and throw the closest thing in reach (her iPod) at the ominous figure.

"Wah! What's wrong with you?" Taehyung cried after the metal object connected with the corner of his head before clattering to the ground. His hand immediately flew to the now throbbing area as he hissed in pain.

"Shit, Tae" The smaller woman gasped once she realised that the dark figure hovering in the doorway was her boyfriend and not an intruder "Sorry, I didn't know you were home already, let me see" She cooed and crossed the room to inspect the red bruise that was forming on the side of his forehead. Taehyung stood just a few inches above 'Honey' and he made a point of pouting and grimacing even harder when his girlfriend dabbed her fingertips to the outer edge of his bruise. It didn't really hurt all that much but Tae could never pass up a chance to be dramatic.

"Why are you throwing things, anyway?" He asked, sounding pained as he slid his arms around his Honey's waist and pulled her close to his chest. As she pressed her cheek against his chest and sighed heavily, Tae glanced over her head for a second; noticed the open Word document on her laptop screen and he no longer needed an answer to his question. "Ah, that's why."

"I hate my job," Honey groaned into Taehyung's cotton shirt and he rested his hand on the crown of her head.

"No, you don't, Hon" Tae replied with his trademark grin, "You're probably just a little stressed, maybe you should take a break?" He asked, his gaze trailing from the back of her head to her backside while his girlfriend detached herself from his body and slowly walked back over to her desk.

"I can feel your eyes on my ass, Tae," Honey said with deadpan delivery making Taehyung chuckle to himself while she sat down and pressed her fingers back to her keyboard, "I would love to take a break but I really don't have time for that. These chapters are due by the end of the week."

"That's in three days," Taehyung reasoned and placed his hands on her shoulders. One of his thumbs rubbed circles against the base of her spine and he leaned forward so she could feel his warm breath billow over her skin as he spoke, "I'm asking for 20 minutes, hour tops."

Honey felt a jolt of lust throughout his body when she picked up on what he was implying. "I'm busy Tae," She muttered, despite the arousal that was building between her legs. She knew that there was no way that she could continue to say no if he kept massaging the pressure points on her neck.

"I can make you cum in ten minutes if you really want, baby" Taehyung growled softly, leaning close to her ear. His lips teased the outer shell of her ear, the tip of his tongue flicking against the skin and Honey felt her body inadvertently shudder beneath his touch. She was prepared to brush him off against, in one last attempt to finish her work for the day but when his hands moved down from her shoulders to the front of her chest to playfully tease her breasts over her thin t-shirt Honey lost the will to deny him any longer.

"Tae?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Ten minutes only."

Taehyung grinned like a child on Christmas morning and wasted no time carrying her over to the bed, dropping her on the mattress with little gentility and climbing on top of her right away. Their lips connected immediately in a frantic kiss and Honey's hands found their place around his neck and Taehyung grabbed one of her legs and lifted it over his waist. Honey threw her head back against the soft pillows as Tae trailed kisses from her lips, across her jaw, and down her neck her hands slid down his back, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. Taehyung sat up for a moment to let his shirt come off before his lips returned to their previous place while Honey's hands explored his newly exposed torso.

Eventually, he pulled her away from his chest and dragged her mouth to his while he used the other to lift her out of the flimsy dress that was covering her body. The moment that the article of clothing was pulled over her head Honey threw it to the floor, leaving her naked with the exception of her panties. Tae groaned softly as he looked down at his Honey spread out on their bed, there was a part of him that wanted to pounce and ravish her as quickly and roughly as he could, keeping his promise to only keep her away from her work for ten minutes but he stopped himself. He wanted her to get her work done but there was nothing stopping him from having a little fun first.

"You're stunning," he muttered genuinely and smiled when he caught her blushing. He bent down, lips brushing against the silky smooth skin of her stomach and her legs spread wider so he could lie between them.

He kissed his way up her stomach, licking upwards on her sternum while one of his hands slid down her body and snatched off her panties before settling between her legs.

"Mmm," she moaned and pushed her head back against the pillows as his finger ran up and down her slit teasingly.

He kissed along her shoulder as his index finger circled her clit. She tugged on his hair, pulling him up to meet her lips, gasping into his mouth as he entered a single fingers inside of her.

"Tae," she could barely stop herself from moaning out his name as he added a second finger.

He loved the sound of his name on her lips, he'd never tire of hearing her pant and moan any variation of it. Taehyung pulled his fingers from her, smiling slightly at her visible displeasure, and got off the bed. He grabbed both of her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed then kneeled down, spreading her open and wide before him diving right in, tongue shooting in and out.

Honey sighed sharply and gripped the bed sheets below as she ground down. "God, TaeTae," she groaned, and a hand went down to his hair, pulling him closer to her. "I'm so close," she whispered breathlessly.

A finger joined his tongue, followed by another and Honey could feel herself nearing the edge. It didn't take much longer when he removed his tongue from her and began to suck on her clit while three of his fingers moved furiously inside of her.

She cried out his name when she began to shudder as she came around his fingers, moaning lightly as he lapped up her arousal, not wanting a waste one drop.

"My sweet, sweet Honey. You're not tired out are you?" he asked playfully as he crawled back up her body and kissed her so she could taste herself on his tongue.

"Not even close," she smiled up at him.

"Good," he smirked. "Because I'm not even close to finishing with you yet," He wrapped his arms around her waist and pushed them further up the bed.

Taehyung rolled them over so she straddled his waist and reached for her breasts, humming softly at the feel of her soft mounds against the palms of his hands. Honey leaned down to kiss him but stopped when he abruptly sat up and took one of her breasts into his mouth.

The pleasurable sensation made Honey throw her head back, her hair cascading down her back as she basked in the way he sucked on her nipple and flicked his tongue back and forth over the sensitive nub. She was lost in a haze of her own lust but still wanted him to be just as worked up as she was, her hips whined at a careful pace against his bare crotch and Honey grinned when she felt the vibrations of him moaning against her skin. Although he would love to keep toying with her, working her up until she could barely say his name; the ache between his legs was becoming much too insistent for him to ignore.

So for the second time that night, Taehyung rolled them over so that Honey was on her back before grabbing both of her hands and pinning them above her head. He settled himself between her legs and teased the tip of his cock up and down her slit. They both moaned together as he pushed into her, her walls gripping him tightly as she took him inch by inch. He kissed her neck, and she exhaled several breathless pants, her hands flexing against his until he finally released his grip on wrists, allowing her to loop her arms around his neck and pull him closer.

Her ankles locked behind him and Taehyung moaned an "Oh, God" as her action pulled him deeper inside of her, his hips instinctively picking up the pace making Honey beg him not to stop.

They filled the room with their moans, gasps and whimpers. Honey could feel the beginnings of her orgasm tremor inside her as her walls clenched tighter around Taehyung's cock. He pounded into her relentlessly, stirred on by the vice grip she had around him and as his hand slips between their bodies to vigorously stroke her clit Honey is finally pushed over the edge. Her eyes screwed closed and her body convulsed in small frequent spasms as an intense wave of pleasure that overcomes her.

The feeling of Honey exploding around him made Tae lose what little control he had stored away and he slammed into her at a frantic pace. Still in the throes of her release Honey spreads her legs wider to accommodate his frenzied thrusts until he too is taken over by an intense orgasm.

Still half-hard, Tae pulls out of her out of breath and practically glowing as he gazed down at the beautiful woman he was so proud to call his and she looked up at him with the same lazy and satisfied grin spread across her lips. A grin that fell into a small chuckle as she glances over his body, immediately noticing that he was still up and rearing to go once more. Without words Taehyung swiveled his finger and motioned for Honey to turnover, which she did without complaint; moving to lie on her stomach and rest her chin on her forearms. He eased her hair to the side and pressed his lips to the base of her spine, trailing kisses all the way up to her neck and then back down again. His muscular hands massaged her, moving from her neck down to her back and stopping at the curve of her ass making the raven-haired beauty beneath him moan at his touch.

Each soft whimper and moan that fell from her lips as he touched her only stirred up his desire for her even more, by the time his hands have caressed every inch of Honey’s body he is stiff and ready for her again. Not wanting to waste any time he pulled her back against him, lowering her onto him inch by inch until he's completely engulfed by her walls. She's still drenched for him and it barely takes more than a few deep and precise thrusts into her inviting heat before he's bottoming out again, groaning her name with pleasure as he empties himself within her walls. He grins when Honey grabs his free hand and slips it between her legs. His fingers soaked the moment he touches her and he knows that this won't last very long.

His name tumbled from her plump lips for the third time that afternoon and Honey knew that all hope of her finishing any of her work was no longer possible. She didn’t mind, however, as she crawled out of Taehyung's lap and he pulled her into his arms right away, kissing every inch of skin available to him. Chest to chest and legs entangled together, they exchange light and tender kisses as Taehyung gingerly runs his fingers over her hair and they whisper overly cheesy compliments to each other before the pull of sleep calls Tae and he's yawning and nodding off making Honey grin and press a kiss to his cheek before cuddling up against his chest. Honey loved being with Tae for many reasons; he was an attentive, generous lover who was never hesitant about trying something new but if she was honest, she would have to admit that this had always been her favourite part of their lovemaking. The quiet after the storm when they're both completely spent and wrapped up in one another both physically and mentally, discussing whatever asinine topic popped into their heads.

It didn't take much longer for her eye's to grow heavy and eventually shut down completely; she tried to fight it knowing that she had work to complete but three orgasms nearly back to back would take a lot out of anyone. It's well after midnight when Honey feels her skin being caressed and a pair of lips touching the space of her neck next to her shoulder.

"Tae, go back to bed" She grumbled and blindly swatted at the pair of hands in her hair, making the owner of those hands chuckle softly, pull back and press his lips against hers.

"Wrong boyfriend."

"Joonie?" Honey mumbled and cracked one of her eyes slightly open, She was met with the sight of Namjoon smiling at her with a dopey grin that made his dimples grow deep. It had been years since he'd first smiled at her like that and it still filled her with warmth inside whenever he did. "What time is it. Are you just getting home?"

"It's late," Namjoon nodded as he stood up to shuck the windbreaker he was wearing off his shoulders, he let fall to the ground and quickly moved to unbuckle his belt, "I got caught up at work, I tried calling both of you but no one picked up." He seasoned his words with a playful judgemental look while kicking his jeans off his feet and joining Honey underneath the sheets. The size of the California King bed was large enough to accommodate all three of their bodies with some space left over though throughout the middle of the night Honey usually ended up sleeping directly on top of one of them to conserve warmth while the other (usually Tae) hogged the covers.

Honey grinned and draped her arm over Namjoon once he settled next to her, her head and upper body moved to rest against her chest making Taehyung; who was still cuddled against her back, stir and shift positions but not wake up. "Ah, yes. Well, I've been writing most of the day and when Tae came home we got a bit distracted..."

Namjoon chuckled and ran a hand down Honey's side, pausing for a second to gentle squeeze her thigh before turning his head to the side "He's a poor influence on you."

"You think you're any better?" Honey countered with a sly grin. Their eyes met and like moths are drawn to a flame they both gravitated toward each other and shared a silent but tender kiss, it was late and there was no way they'd be able to do anything without waking up Taehyung who was still snoring peacefully on the other side of the bed. Namjoon was the first to pull back and gently caress Honey's cheek, drawing her head down so he could kiss her forehead and then press her head back to his chest.

"You should get some sleep, Honey," He breathed, his thumb and index finger massaging her neck.

Honey only nodded, quickly pressing a kiss to Namjoon's jaw before settling completely against him and allowing the heavy blanket of slumber to wash over her once again.

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