#PAST TAE REALLY IS A FUCKING GENIUS

[sichore]

Man remember when I was hyperfixated on GR for like 5 years straight and did some of the best writing and art of my life?? Damn. Goddamn!

#tae talks #I'm rereading the first chapter of standard procedure and these edits fucking WHIP #I'm a goddamn genius #I think I was just editing out the love scene then I would have had the final version of this chapter #WAIT I HAD CHANGED THE TITLE #PAST TAE REALLY IS A FUCKING GENIUS

[icarus-does-fall]

The actual cod fic I've been meaning to write 💪

Aka I wrote the first paragraph like... two weeks ago, then did other things and then wrote the rest of it in two hours ^_^

Anyway it's a poly fic, Ghost, Roach and Soap- it's also fluffy as hell an super sweet

Please enjoy <3

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤..𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

Ghost, a cold man, un-emotional, harsh, hostile, a killer. Those that saw him walking the halls moved out of his way, people walked on eggshells around him.

Simon, a warm man, a man kept hidden from everyone except a select few. One who smiled, laughed, had a home and melted at his lovers’ touches. Simon who carried in all the groceries and demanded morning cuddles even if it made him and others late.

So how did a man as harsh as Ghost, find the people that broke past his walls, to make his two sides collide?

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤. .𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

“MacTavish!” Price shouted, and it was in that moment Soap knew he fucked up.

Soap wasn’t stupid by any means, he was the 141s demolitions expert, a little bit of a maths genius and he knew multiple languages. Yet he was also a child at heart and he couldn’t resist the occasional prank.

“Capt'n! Is a pleasure, whit kin I do ye fur?”

Price scowled. “Ya bloody nearly blew half of the barracks, an’ now the other half is covered in glitter- What exactly were you trying to achieve there?”

“Jist a wee bit o’fun Cap’ naethin’ too serious… Ah might've gaen a bit o’erborard but naebody ‘round here seems to ken how to lighten up- ‘cept maybe Gaz an’ Roach. Place jist needed some colour is aw Cap.”

Price's scowl deepened before he simply shook his head and sighed. “You're on clean up duty till the barracks are back to normal- Ghost is supervising you and the rest of ya muppets to make sure nothing else breaks.”

“Shite- Ghost? Why can't… uh… literally anyone else keep an eye oan us? Swear that man hates our guts, he’d raither shoot us than listen tae us talk.”

At that Price let out a gruff laugh and clapped Soap on the shoulder before sending him on his way towards the rest of the so-called detention group. “That's the exact reason, Ghost will keep ya muppets in line cause I got other stuff to take care of instead of babysittin’.”

Soap merely sighed he knew there was no getting out of the punishment that Price had set up for him and the rest of the “troublemakers” on base. He marched his way towards the barracks, as he ran into Gaz, Nikolai and Alex all marching towards their doom as well.

“How’d ye lot pish off Price tae end up wae Ghost in detention?”

Nik simply rolled his eyes as Soap joined in with the little group walking towards the barracks for clean up. “It's all your fault that we’re in this mess MacTavish.”

Soap baulked, “My fault? Whit gies ye that idea?”

“Because we were helping cover your ass- And now John is pissed at me so I’ve been kicked out of bed-”

Gaz cut in before Nik could keep talking. “I'm here cause I was stupid enough to think we wouldn’t get found out, so not really on ya, its more of uh mutual screw up but still, we could’ve done better we’re stuck with fuckin Ghost of all people now… I know he's on our team ‘n all but he scares the shit out of me sometimes.”

Alex however just rolled his eyes and continued on walking, while he loved his team and the occasional chaos they all could get up to, he knew the punishment they were facing was all their faults in the same faction or another and there wasn't any true reason to argue (or blame) it all on Soap. No matter how much Nikolai wanted to simply cause Price kicked the poor guy out of bed.

Soap tsked and walked ahead of the group, slinging his arm around Gazs shoulders with a grin. “You lot worry tae much, surely a wee Ghosty can't be tae harsh.”

The rest of them exchanged glances and laughed at how optimistic Soap was, for an intelligent guy, sometimes he was kinda stupid. But of course that's what made him ever so loveable, by the lads and the ladies.

Not long after their short chat in the hall they made it to the barracks and there was Ghost, standing at the entrance clad in his uniform and mask. The group immediately sobered up and waited for Ghost to speak. He didn't. He merely grunted with a nod and made sure each of the four walked into the barracks. “Price put in charge. You lot are gonna clean, and there won't be any games- Get to it.”

The four grumbled up, picked up the brooms and dustpans that had been laid out and began to clean. Ghost leaned against a nearby wall and supervised the clean up. Soap would make an odd joke here or there causing Gaz or Alex to throw something in his direction leading Ghost to bark orders in their direction to knock it off- For the most part Nikolai kept his head down and did what he was told, merely grumbling about how it was unfair and was a rookies job, not for him.

And the four cleaned until well past dusk, other soldiers on the base working their way around them to make their way towards their beds, all casting pitiful glances in their directions as the rest of base headed off to bed. At one point even Price stopped by to collect Nik, leaving just three left to keep cleaning.

“Aye Ghost, keep them muppets on task till this place is spotless- but I am taking Nik back, beds getting lonely. Kicked ‘em out for nearly a week now.”

Ghost nodded at the order. If nothing else the man was loyal and followed orders like a well trained dog- Which Soap of course made a comment on.

“Like a dog aren't ye Ghost? Trained for on an’ aff the field are ye?”

Ghost scowled underneath his mask and in a low grumble, one that spent shivers down people's spines as he spoke. “You think you're any better ‘cause ya make noise? You're just as much of a bloody dog as I am MacTavish, so quit your yapping ‘for we muzzle ya.”

Soap flushed and chuckled nervously as he for once did as he was told and stopped talking. He went back to cleaning and Gaz and Alex exchanged semi-nervous glances, it was suddenly very tense and heated where they all stood.

At least it was until Gaz spoke up. “Sooo- If we muzzle Soap that mean he gets a leash too? Cause the pet store has these ones with bells on ‘em, got one for my cat cause I kept losing her in all the pillows back home.”

Alex laughed and shook his head, “Nah mate Soap looks more like the type of guy to wear the muzzle and still keep growling… Unless of course he’s secretly into that sort of that thing~”

Soap huffed and with his cheeks still a slight red threw his arms over the twos shoulders, turning his growl into a cheeky grin and playful wink. “Ye ken ye just have tae dae is ask if ye wanna find oot whit kinda beastie I am in bed~”

Gaz scowled playfully and lightly shoved Soap off of him with a laugh. “Yeah right, my girl would have my ass if I took you to bed Soap and we both know it- My ass and your dick would be hanging on her wall for trying to mess with her.”

Soap grinned and then poked Alex in the cheek. “Sooo whit’s that saying aboot ye then?”

Alex shook his head as he chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Yaknow for being so smart, you're a terrible flirt sometimes Soap, honestly I’ve heard my abuela do better than that and she's almost 95.”

Soap pouted and his eyes flickered towards Ghost before he laughed and shook his head, sure he was goofing off but he wasn't going to try and test his luck that much- Not while the mans already pissed off at them all anyway. He knew Ghost could have a laugh every once and a while but it was a hard achievement to get.

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤. .𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

It was nearly 4 in the morning by the time the four- turned tree of them finished cleaning while under the supervision of Ghost who stood as still a stone the entire time. A couple times it was brought into question if he was still awake, or was blinking. In which he scared them with a response and coincidentally shut them up at the same time.

Once they were allowed to depart they were nearly sleep deprived for all the cleaning. Staying up 48, even 72 hours for a mission was no problem but to make them clean and they were whipped out after just a few hours of work.

Gaz and Alex went to bed almost immediately, but Soap in his sleepy and ever intelligent state decided to be a menace to Ghost just a bit longer. So as Ghost was turning to walk away Soap caught up with him and swung his arm over his shoulder with a cheeky grin. “Aye Ghosty! Ye never answered the question of seein’ me in bed ye ken.”

Ghost scowled slightly and shoved Soap off of him with a growl. “Because it was a stupid question. How can you be so smart and yet so bloody stupid all at once?”

Soap rolled his eyes as he kept pace with Ghost and huffed slightly. “Not stupid, just know how to have fun unlike some people around here- I might need a muzzle but I’m not kept on a leash like you are.”

Ghost stopped walking. Dead in the middle of the hallway he stopped walking and turned to Soap with a glare, it was a dangerous and deadly look. “On a leash? What, want me to prove I think for myself?”

Soaps grin came back in a flash and he laughed, “obviously.”

It was almost sunrise, but for now the base was quiet, it was just the two of them in the halls and so Ghost did something unexpected. He pinned Soap up against a nearby wall, one hand on his waist and the other tugging up his mask just slightly so it sat on the bridge of his nose before his lips crashed down onto Soaps leaving him in shock as a slight gasp and whine slipped past his lips.

The kiss only lasted for a moment, less than a second even before he pulled away and tugged his mask back down but not before Soap caught a glance of a grin playing on Ghost's lips. “How’s that for thinkin’ for myself eh Johnny?”

And then he began to walk away.

Soap was left agape and blushing redder than a firetruck when Ghost walked away from him. “Bloody hell- Naeb’dys luck that that just happened right? Fuck meh.”

Ghost grinned from underneath his mask, the crinkle by his eyes gave that away as he looked over his shoulder and back towards Soap for a moment. “Ask nicely and I might.” And with that Ghost turned the corner and disappeared from Soap's sight, leaving the Scotsman more flustered than he was to begin with.

So of course once Soap was able to calm down and gather his thoughts he rushed into the nearest room- He simply needed someone to tell all of this to and at this point he didn't care who it was.

It was Roaches room that he ended up barging into at dark thirty in the morning, not that Soap cared what time it was anymore either. He was wide awake now and there wasn’t any chance that he was going to go to bed any time soon either.

Soaps accept was thicker than it had ever been as he took a spot on Roches bed and shook him awake. “Roach- Roach mate- Mo ghràidh!! gie yirsel a shake, bloody hell! I need somebody tae gab wi here mate, ah might juist explode otherwise! Come oan, please.”

Groggily Roach woke up after Soap shook him awake. His voice raspy and hair all a mess from just having been woken up as well. The sight caused another blush to rise to Soap's face but he quickly pushed it aside. “Fuckin hell man, what is it? People are still trying to sleep, not getting caught up in your schemes.”

Soap pouted and rolled his eyes. “Nae, nae that, nae schemes either- The lieutenant, thon wee bawbag kissed meh!”

At that Roach was sitting up in bed and seemed a lot more interested in what Soap was saying. “Wait- wait… You're talking crazy Johnny, I can barely understand ya mate… You're saying Ghost kissed ya?”

“Aye!!”

Roach chuckled, and shook his head as the sleep began to leave his body. “Well I’ll be damned- Is he any good?”

Soap openly blushed at that, which Roach noticed. “Aww the mighty MacTavish is blushing~ You like him then huh?”

“Oh shut ii Roach! I’m being serious here, the man kissed me! I didn't know he could do that-”

“What kiss people? He might be a killin’ machine but he’s still human, he’s still a guy.”

“Bloody hell, Gary! That's not the ficken point, I'm in crisis over here and you're having a laugh about it.”

“Course I am, you freaked out like this when I kissed ya drunk on new years- You're a decent kisser Johnny, expect the guy to come round for another one.”

Soap once again flushed red and then playfully pushed Roach away with a light glare and a huff. “You're an arse sometimes Roach, hope ye ken that.”

“Course I know that, I gotta be if i wanna be friends with you.”

Soap raised a teasing and mischievous eyebrow as he spoke next. “With all we do an’ we’re only friends? Here I thought we had something more going on than that~”

This time it was Roaches turn to blush, “Oh shut up! We can be friends and still something more at the same time- Now go chase after that lieutenant for us ye hear me?~ Somebody has to make the guy loosen up a bit and who better and a loose cannon and his boyfriend.”

A loud chuckle burst out of Soap's chest as he stole a quick kiss from Roach before moving to walk out of the room. “Aye sounds like the perfect plan.”

Yet as Soap moved to leave Roach pulled him back into his bed and it was obvious the two weren't going anywhere for quite awhile.

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤. .𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

While Soap was having his time with Roach, Ghost on the other hand was having a slight breakdown. He kissed someone- Furthermore he kissed a guy, and not just any guy, a guy with a known boyfriend. Man did he have problems.

Yes, it was also known around base that Soap and Roach weren't in a closed relationship and Ghost never thought he was that type of guy. But damn him and damn Soap, the lad was a good kisser.

With a sigh he collapsed onto his bed, throwing his mask off onto his bedside table and tried for at least a few minutes of shuteye before it was time to be back on duty and training the rookies. Until it was time to be Ghost again. That short exchange in the hall with Soap was the most relaxed he’d been in months since his last leave and he was almost aching for it again.

Before he knew it though the sun was rising and it was time to be awake, it felt like he barely got any sleep as he dragged himself out of bed and pulled his mask back on before heading into the mess hall. He found a spot tucked away into a corner by himself with just a simple cuppa coffee before Johnny bound into the mess hall with his usual grin, his neck covered in illy hidden hickies.

The sight caused an unusual heat to rise to Ghosts face which caused him to scowl and tuck away further into his corner, he couldn’t decide if he wanted to punch something or drag Soap down by his collar and make him go dumb around him like he'd done with a few of his one night stands.

With a low growl he sipped on his coffee and sighed, he was at war with himself and didn't want to do anything to fix it.- Well that's not entirely true, he wanted to fix it, he just wasn't entirely sure how to, or even if the how was possible.

Yey of course as the fates would have it, Soap noticed him tucked away in his corner of solitude. So Soap and his ever boyish attitude he made his way over to Ghost and took the seat across from him, grinning mischievously and propped his head onto his hands, his elbows resting on the table. “Hey there lover boy”

Ghost blue screened for a moment and nearly choked on his coffee mid sip causing Soap to burst out into laughter.. “I- what??”

“Naethin but a joke, just thought it’d be fun to see your reaction after that stunt ye played earlier.”

Ghost blinked. And then blinked again before trying to focus his attention back onto his coffee. “I was out of line for that- Shouldn't have done it, was just tryin’ to prove a point, more than a dog on a leash an’ all.”

Soap merely shrugged, unbothered by Ghost's dismissal. “Ye got naethin tae worry aboot, been tryin to egg ye on fur ages now an’ Roach dinnae mind any about it no aen, lad was all jokes aboot it when I was freaking out this mornin’, want to compare note an’ what nae.”

A slight blush rose to Ghost face no matter how hard he tried to fight it as he simply stared at Soap, words almost failing to form. “You- Roach wanted to do what? Wait… You talked about me kissin ya? Didn’t think it was that big of a deal, wasn’t even my best work.”

Soap chuckled and shook his head slightly, “Nae naethin like that- Well, kinda actually… ye terrifying and if ye didnt already know it everybody thinks ye attractive juist naebody has the balls to make a move on ye.”

Ghost sat there mouth agape, and his blush darkened to the point it was finally noticeable and before he could respond Soap spoke up once more. “Meh and Roach are havin a movie night tonight, naething serious, just a bit o’fun, time to relax an’ all- ye mair than welcome to join us”

Ghost paused and swirled his coffee around in his mug for a moment or so, the two simply sat in silence for a couple minutes as Ghost thought before he spoke up. “What movie did you two pick?”

Soap grinned, “The Princess Bride, it's a timeless classic that ye cannae go wrong with- Got a projector fur the room an’ everything.”

Ghost nodded, placing down a now empty mug and then nugging down his mask once again. “We’ll see about it.” And with that he stood and quickly vanished from view, being the ghost he was known to be.

Soap rolled his eyes at the dramatics but he was giddy at the thought of Ghost possibly, maybe, showing up for movie night. He knew there was a slim chance that something would actually happen between him, Ghost and Roach but there was always that one percent of possibility and that's what Soap decided to focus on. He loved Roach but damn was Ghost enthralling.

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤. .𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

The hours passed and the day went by as usual, Ghost was outside working the recruits half to death, terrorising another generation of soldiers. Soap wasn’t being a menace for once, he was working with Price on the logistics of certain types of explosions and trying to explain the maths of how each of them worked. And Roach, Roach was tucked away somewhere doing who knows what but at least everyone was staying out of trouble.

As the sun began to set on the day Soap ended up back in Roaches bed, tucked into his side (so sue the man if he liked being the little spoon on occasion) and the movie played on the wall. About 30 minutes or 45, neither were sure there was a slight knock on the door.

“Doors open!”

There was a pause, it seemed like a moment of hesitation but then the door opened and there stood Ghost. Instead of being dressed in his usual tactical gear he was wearing a black hoodie and a matching pair of sweatpants. Even his mask was more casual, this one only covered about half his face, showing off his hair- which was a dirty blonde and messier than you'd think possible.

“I’m still invited, yeah? Not too late am I? Couldn’t decide if I should show up or not-”

“Aye! Of course Ghosty! Plenty of room in the bed, come on in.”

Roach laughed softly at his boyfriend's excitement yet shifted slightly to accommodate for another person joining in their not so large bed. Ghost ended up nestled in between the two, Soaps legs were draped over his and Roach was nestled into the crook of his arm. It was… warm, comfortable even and the movie held a nice ambiance to the background.

The movie played and the three laid there cuddled together, a few teases and jabs here and there were exchanged but overall everything was peaceful and Ghost felt context for the first time in a very long time. As the credits began to roll Roach was falling asleep on Ghost, and Ghost had found himself absentmindedly playing with Soaps hair- No one dared mention that in case he’d stop upon being called out for being soft.

“Simon”

The other two looked up at Ghost as he spoke, the rumble of his chest when he talked rosing Roach enough to light a confused spark in their eyes. “Huh?”

“My name- It’s Simon… Don't use it too much though- Or in front of the rest of the team, but my name's Simon.”

Soap grinned, and Roach simply nestled back into Ghost's side but that didn't mean he didn't kiss Ghost's cheek first. “Pleasure tae meet ye then Simon~”

#cod #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost cod #fluff #gaz cod #roach cod #poly 141 #gaz call of duty #gary roach sanderson #ghoap #ghoaproach #price #price x nikolai

[hollyhomburg]

I too am still a little confused on how tumblr works 😭but I absolutely loved the new chapter!! I’m a little curious if yoongi will be upset with the m/c or if they’ll drift apart (ik their mates but still :()once he finds out the truth about what happened to his grandfather. Possibly also jimin too because he knows the mc’s past and I feel like he’s still a little wary of her because he doesn’t know if she’s more strategic than she lets on .. idk he gets really paranoid sometimes so it’s just a thought. I’m still wondering whether his love for the mc is really love or if it’s because she makes tae happy. I also love how long this story is please don’t try to rush the ending, I love all the chapters even if they’re “filler” chapters. I love reading their domestic life and all the fluffy moments it makes me feel so warm 🥹. I also love how you connect the whole story with little bits and pieces of the mcs past to foreshadow what’s to come. It’s genius 🤯 sorry for the long ask but the chapter was just so good🫶🫶

honestly, i think yoongi will feel conflicted about it and then- quickly forget about it for his own sake, not everyone is capable of holding a grudge and yoongi is not capable of holding onto one when it comes to the m/c and jimin tbh- somethings are better left alone and thats yoongi's perspective. where they objectivly the closest family yoongi had? yes. is he also aware that they'd both personally murdered like 50 people each at least? also yes. he'd rather have the m/c than them tbh

i think them being 'filler' is all up to how they feel to you guys because they're certianly not filler to me like- i enjoy writing these just as much as the others- and alot does happen in them too tbh like- the m/c's recovery plot was covered chapter before last, and then the next was the advancement of tae and her's relationship, and then this next one is going to fully catapult us into hobi land so- tomato tamato you know? things certianly happen- there just isn't alot of drama right???

trust me keeping track of all the little bits takes sooooooo much fucking mental power i swear to god i'm legitmatly worried that if i have one more depressive episode it's just gonna wipe out all my bily brainsells 😭

[lustbile]

Hold On

TaeyongxReader

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary/Warnings: based of this really old post here. Smut, stuffed animal kink?

first fic on the new blog! I’m losing my mind,

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You’d be slightly embarrassed to admit that the second Taeyong handed you the stuffed animal, it was as if it glued itself to your hands.

Yes you were slightly obsessed with the soft toy, but in your defense, it was the first present the boy had ever presented to you. Not only that, but it was also incredibly soft and, in its time spent hidden in Taeyong’s room as he tried to build the courage to give it to you, it had become permanently marked with his scent. These things, combined with its size, made it a perfect pillow.

So it never moved an inch from its corner of your bed. Waiting patiently every day for you to curl up, ready for sleep, and for you to pull it tightly into your chest. The only times it went untouched for the night, is the times you instead found yourself laid in the nest that was Taeyong’s bed, and it’s job as your pillow being taken over by his warm chest.

It was just a teddy bear. As classic as it could get with its brown fur and button eyes, but something about seeing it for the first time made Taeyong immediately think of you. You hadn’t been officially dating for too long, but he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t buy it right then and there, he just never anticipated how much nerve he’d have to build to actually give it to you.

But when he finally did, he was sure he had never seen something so adorable. The way your face lit up as you pulled it tightly against your chest, your neck bending slightly as you pressed your face into the fur. He could feel his chest tighten in endearment and his voice came out in nervous stutters when you thanked him with the same warm smile that was starting to feel exactly like home.

And he told himself, your reaction was what he found so cute. Yeah you holding it and cuddling into it was cute, but he was focused on your happiness.

So he didn’t really understand the way his stomach flipped when you let him into your room only days after to watch some movies and he saw it sitting perfectly next to your pillow as if it was waiting to see him again.

He shook off the weird feeling quickly, telling himself that he was just happy that you enjoyed the gift so much. And for that night it worked, and you innocently watched movies without a problem.

It wasn’t until about a week later did he have to admit that there was something else going on.

Same setting as the movie night only a handful of days before. Warm and cuddled into your bed, the sound softly pumping from the speakers of your tv. The soft brown teddy bear placed in his designated spot next to your pillow.

The only difference was his tongue rolling slowly over your clit and the quiet moans that fell from your lips.

The atmosphere in your room is so much softer than he’s ever experienced when he’s done stuff like this. Your muscles are completely loose as you sink into your mattress, the pleased noises you let out and the way your fingers tangle in his hair are the only indications that you’re still awake, as when his mouth first touched you, your eyes were sliding shut.

Your legs lay loosely against his back as he works you with his hot tongue. There’s no sense of urgency or impatience, allowing him to get a full taste of the arousal that builds between your legs. His hands smooth gently across the warm skin of your stomach letting him feel the muscles underneath the skin tense every time he hits a spot you particularly enjoy.

The second noises started coming from your pretty lips, his eyes had been trained on you. Watching the way the muscles in your face twitch and your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks every time he sucks the flesh of you clit tightly between his lips.

“Fuck Tae, I’m gonna come,” you whisper a warning, your fingers tightening around his scalp. He happily hums against you making you jerk and groan. He’s so enthralled by the way you start to squirm in pleasure, he’s thrown completely off guard at the feeling that hits him when you do it.

The hand that isn’t caught tangled in his hair starts to move eratically. He’s seen it before when you two had messed around. The promise of an orgasm making you so delirious your fingers would desperately search for something to ground you, but seeing that you usually only mess around in his room, you tend to find solace in crumpled up sheets. But in your bed, your fingers instead lock around your beloved teddy bear, and you’re pulling it to rest against your shoulder as you start to come hard on his waiting tongue.

You don’t seem to notice the quiet gasp he lets out when he sees this, as you’re too caught up with the orgasm that rips at your core. Luckily, regardless of his shock, he’s still able to lav his tongue against you to make it last just moments longer.

He’s unfamiliar with the feeling that claws at his stomach as he watches you twitch and shake with the stuffed toy lovingly gripped in your fingers. Something about it is so sweet and endearing while simultaneously makes him feel like he’s losing his mind.

He’s so thrown off by it, he decides to not bring it up, and even when you’re desperately pleading for him to let you wrap your lips around him in return, he can only wrap you in his arms and your blanket and tell you that it’s too late and you need to go to sleep.

And for a while after that, he didn’t really have to think about it. His room is the usual setting for your sexual escapades, that one time in yours was just an act of taking advantage that your roommate was out visiting family. So realistically he should have just put it aside and forgot about it, but that would just be too easy.

He thinks about it often. The scenes of it flashing randomly through his mind while he works or plays games, and he even shamefully thought about it when he was alone and touching himself to the thought of you. But it was at its absolute worst when you were together. Every time he pushed a whine past your lips, or when you started to come around him, a little demon in his brain would say, ‘now imagine if there was that cute little bear you got, just in perfect arms reach to grab.’

He just didn’t get it! What was it about you holding it as you came that got in his head so much. The amount of time he spent staring blankly at the wall trying to pick apart this new kink of his was bordering embarrassing, but he decided it was a combination of things. First, he always liked stuffed animals, he had a few himself that he’d push to the floor when you came to stay. Second, he liked you, a lot (that being a very easy factor to discover), and he liked making you come just as much.

Another factor was he knew it had something to do with it being a gift he gave you and how you would even refer to it as his bear as if he still owned it in some way. But the last, and probably most prominent factor, was that it was just cute enough to be corruptible. He knew that something about him making you feel so good and come so hard, that your mind would go blank, so blank that the first thing you’re subconscious mind would turn to is the soft and warm comfort item that he bought you, made him feel unhinged.

And he wanted to do it again.

——

First, he wanted to test if it was just that bear, or if it could be any stuffed toy he had a connection to.

You were coming over again and he was dead set on fucking you. This was this least uncommon thing in the world, but this time he just forgot to move one stuffed animal off his bed before he had sat down in only a pair of loose sweatpants to play games.

The large baby pink rabbit laid in the center of his bed when you walked in, seemingly keeping it warm as he sat at his desk playing games. You had seen it before so it hadn’t shocked you, but it was odd that he hadn’t moved it to sit on the floor at the end of his bed like usual.

But you weren’t one to complain, about the toy at least, so you just flopped as loudly onto his bed as possible and began calling his name and jokingly begging for attention like you’d do any other time.

He felt like an evil genius as he turned his chair slowly to face you, a deceivingly sweet smile pulling on his lips when he saw you had already claimed the soft rabbit without thought, the toy that had been seeped in his scent now tucked into your chest as you all but spoon it with your nose pressed against its ear. And his heart beat only ran faster when, as he stood to walk over to where you lay, he saw the way you subconsciously hug it tighter as if you feared he’d take it from you.

“You like the new friend you found?” He asks it in a taunting tone.

“Well yeah,” you keep your hold on the toy as you turn to lay on your back, your legs falling open as he stands between them, “you always put it away from me, so I have to take as much time with it as I can get.”

“Well then I won’t put it away this time baby since you like it so much,” he finishes his words with a huff, his eyes trailing across the scene below him. The way you’re laid out, soft and comfortable against his bedding while holding the toy, you’re so pretty and sweet smiling up at him, it’s enough to push him to put his plan into action.

“You don’t plan on letting it go at any point tonight?” he asks with a slight teasing tone, but the expression he wears tells you he still expects an answer. You shake your head softly in response, tightening your arms around it and your legs around his hips to prove it even more, “well if that’s the case…”

His fingers wrap around the bend of your knees, pulling them up higher on his hips and tugging you down the bed enough that your crotch brushes against his. He only grins and runs his cold fingers up your thighs when you grumble in response.

“do you think you can still hold on to it while I fuck you?” he asks so casually, a tilt to his head being the only indication of his mischievous mind set, that it throws you off for a moment.

“While you what?” you finally find the push to respond, your brain taking a moment to piece your thoughts together.

“While I fuck you,” he enunciates clearly, his eyes boring into yours as he reaches for the band of your pajama shorts.

He leaves you stuttering and shocked as his cold fingers dip below the fabric of your underwear, and as you lie there still trying to process his words, he tugs your shorts and underwear down and throws them behind his shoulder.

“What do you say baby?” he doesn’t give you time to respond before he’s bending forward, his head tilting as if he is scolding you as he pushes a slender finger into where your arousal begins to build, “you’d like to hold onto your cute little friend while I ruin you wouldn’t you.”

“Fuck Tae please,” you finally gasp out, your hips tilting towards him and your nails sinking into the soft fur of the rabbit.

“So cute,” he coos at you as he slowly works you with one finger, brushing his chapped lips and nose over the skin of your face as he waits for you to get wet enough for a second.

When he finally does, you’re panting. Your breath warm and gasping as his middle and ring fingers pump into you faster than you had mentally prepared for.

The heel of his palm digs into your clit while his greedy mouth devours the skin of your neck, and the pleasure that shoots throughout your nerves leaves you whining and squirming beneath him.

You don’t need to answer his original question. With the way he works you now, you can’t imagine letting the grip you have on his stuffed animal go even if you wanted. The soft fur being the only thing grounding you as you fall apart around his fingers.

He’s brought back to the first moment in your room when he hears the whining pitch that you fall into with your moans. The flush of warmth that runs over him from noises you make makes his whole body tense and causes a chain reaction when his fingers curl inside you, making you yelp in shock.

The growl he lets out when your free hand grabs his bicep and your nails dig into his skin is involuntary, but the harsh bite he sinks into your neck is retaliation.

You sound like you're bordering on hyperventilating when he sucks the skin between his teeth into his mouth to form a bruise, and with only a few more rolls of his palm, you feel pleasure shoot up your spine as you start to come.

Your eyes are watering as you wrap yourself around him, the toy squishing between your shoulders as you cling to him and whine. His fingers don’t slow down in the slightest as he works you through the orgasm, the way you tremble and curl around him with the toy still in your hold has his mind reeling and he can’t push himself to calm down.

Your mind is still fuzzy when he finally pulls away, and with the quickness of his motions, you don’t even connect that his fingers aren’t still pressed into you.

His still wet fingers curl around the bend of your knee, and he's pushing your knee towards your chest before you can even collect your scattered mind, and it's not until he’s sinking into you inch by inch do you come back to reality with a gasp.

“Look at my sweet baby,” he taunts as he shallowly rocks into you. His free hand trails up your side, taking a moment to tug at the rabbit and smile at the way you defensively hold it tighter, before wrapping his fingers gently around your neck, “you’re just so sensitive that you need your little friend huh?”

“Pleeeease,” your voice shakes as you let out the only word your shivering body allows.

He stands straight now as he harshly knocks into you, leaving your free hand to grasp frantically his crumpled sheets as your pushed higher on the bed.

He’s had you beneath him more times than he could count, every time he remembers as being more amazing than he could imagine, but something about this is different.

Your chest radiates warmth as you pant and moan, the muscles in your legs twitching harshly as you try to keep up with the pleasure you feel. Your eyes flutter as you try to watch him, your body rocks subconsciously as you try to match his motions, and you clench tightly around him making him spill just as many noises as you.

Though, of everything you do, the one thing he can’t pull his eyes away from, is the way you still cling onto his toy.

He had convinced himself that, even if you agreed to it, that the stuffed toy would be long forgotten once things got started, but the way you lay in front of him now, tells him you have no intention of letting go.

He can almost feel his heart beat in his throat as he watches you. The way you curl and arch against his bed, how cute you look in your old tshirt with the rabbit’s head pushing gently against your temple, makes him feel like he’s been handed heaven on a silver platter.

He can't imagine anything more beautiful than the scene in front of him, until he sees your hand wandering again.

Instead of reaching for his shoulder or his hands like usual, your fingers trail down your own skin. The way your face twists in pleasure tells him your hand moves with almost no thought, and before he can move to grab it, your rolling your clit softly beneath the pads of middle and ring fingers.

“You wanna come again that bad?” he doesn’t mean to sound mean when he asks, but there’s a mischievous energy in his chest he’s never really felt before this moment. He can’t help the pridefulness and glee he feels at you being so willing to indulge in his off requests, and he admits right then that this is something he’ll never let go. That night so long ago wasn’t a fluke at all, but rather you whining and moaning as you fall apart around him was just as beautiful and raunchy as he had hoped.

“Pretty little thing, you’ve always been insatiable,” he would have almost felt like a school bully with the way he spoke to you, but the shivering and puppy eyes he gets from you in response only encourages him.

“Please Taeyong, please please make me come,” you pout and plead up at him, the feeling you crave only a few pushes away as your stomach flutters and flexes in anticipation and pleasure, “want you to come in me so bad.”

He feels something inside him snap at the words that push past your lips, and the hand around your neck and his thrusts only become rougher. A yelping gasp that comes from you is the only thing he needs to know he’s done exactly what you wanted.

With a few more rolls of your cramping fingers, you're coming hard around him. Your second orgasm hits you harder than the first, the way he continues to stretch you pushing you through every second, and all you can do is squeeze the toy rabbit as your back arches sharply off the bed.

He loses the grip on your knee as your legs wrap around him, and the way you force him against you and the way you feel wrapped around him sets his own orgasm off. The pleasure making his chest press against your as you two rock against one another mindlessly.

His voice is raspy and dark as he lets out his own moans into your ear, and the noises only make you grasp for him to pull him closer. Your fingers curl into his hair as you return to a position similar to the one you only had momentarily after your first orgasm, but this time your clinging pushes him to the side and his moans slip into endeared chuckles, grunts, and groans.

You make no move to let him slip from you as he softens inside you, but instead you wiggle until your face is pressed into the dip of his neck and the rabbit is pressed against his side as you hold them both. You’re still racked with aftershocks, and the only thing you two can do is twitch against each other as every motion pushes him against the nerves inside you, making overstimulation bite at both of your bellies.

After what feels like an eternity of laying there, the only sounds surrounding you is your own panting and the quiet sound of the pause screen music coming from his game. But with a quiet huff and his fingers pushing under your shirt to run over your spine, he finally speaks again.

“Sorry… if that was ...weird,” he sounds unsure of his wording, sucking air through his teeth as he rolls his thoughts around his mind, but you only cuddle further into him in response, “I get it if that’s not something you’d ever want to do again.”

“Hm?” you let the noise slip out in confusion as it takes the words and your previous actions connect, “oh the stuffed animal?”

“Yeah that was… I could have asked before instead of springing it on you like that, that was kind of weird,” you can hear him grit his teeth in hesitation, “and I know you’re into the dirty talk thing but I was a little harsh. It was all just weird I’m sorry.”

“Taeyong,” you push up with your elbow on the bed to move just far enough away to look into his eye, “I mean if you’d be more comfortable bringing it up beforehand when you want to try something then of course, but no what just happened was really hot.”

“Are you serious?”

You have to jerk back slightly with a laugh when he springs up slightly with his own words, but the way you grin at him calms him almost instantly.

“Yeah I mean, the way you acted and everything, and I’m absolutely not against getting to hold onto something while you fuck me, I liked it,” you let out a dramatically airy sigh as you lay against him again, a question popping into your mind once you’re settled.

“Where did this idea even come from, I’m usually never anywhere near your stuffed animals when I come over?”

“Oh, um I doubt you remember but one day when I was at your place, you grabbed that little bear I got you when you were coming and I just never could stop thinking about it,” he admits trailing off towards the end, almost shameful.

“My bear!” you’re sitting up again, a scandalized look on your face as you swat at his chest, “that’s my most prized possession you pervert!”

“Hey! You’re the one that grabbed it while coming, pervert!”

#sorry for a late post I have no self control #nct smut #taeyong smut #nct 127 smut #nct imagines #taeyong imagines #nct fanfic #nct fic #taeyong fanfic #taeyong fic #nct oneshot #taeyong oneshot #kpop smut

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omg violet you write so well!! if you can, could you write a taehyung nsfw of while on vacation, tae's girlfriend wakes him up early with kisses and promises to do "whatever he wants" if he gets up with her and explores the city and tae holds her to that promise when they get back to their hotel starting with some steamy (private) hot tub sex?

Anon, you are awesome but you have ruined my brain. I got so carried away writing this fic, it is double the size I thought it would be. Many thoughts, head full typa situation. Thank you. This one is titled Only One. Enjoy <3

WC: 4475

Genres: Smut, fluff, angst

Tags: established relationship, anniversary dinners, tae x oc take a trip to Paris

Warnings: dom/sub relationship, dom!taehyung, sub!reader, sir kink, punishment, praise kink, use of the word slut once, colour system as a safeword, insecurity, possessiveness, possessive sex, aftercare, taehyung is very 🥵🥵🥵 in this one y’all

(*Cis female reader*)

“Y/N, Y/N, should we take a picture over there?” Taehyung asks, batting his eyes cutely.

You smile but roll your eyes at Taehyung’s enthusiasm.

Not to be mistaken, if there’s anyone who loves their boyfriend, it’s you. You would live and die for Kim Taehyung, but there’s a special reason for your eyeroll today.

It has been only two weeks since Taehyung got off tour, and at that a world tour. You know Taehyung must be very tired from constantly travelling, hence why you let your boyfriend get his full rest the first week. But the thing is you haven’t seen your lover in a year, and you want to make some memories with him. 

You know he will get too busy once the post-tour lull passes over everyone at the company and everything goes back to regular schedule. Then, Taehyung will get sucked away by album preparations, promotions once it’s out, and inevitably: another tour.

You love that Taehyung gets to do what he loves for a living. You also love how cool he looks on stage. But most of all you like getting to spend time with him. 

To be honest, you were going to go see Taehyung in Paris during the European leg of the tour. It had been your anniversary, and the two of you had plans to get dinner together and enjoy the city. But then life happened and your plans came crashing down, preventing you from seeing Taehyung until the tour ended months later.

But past you had thought quickly, knowing the day Taehyung would return home and shifted your ticket instead of cancelling. So a week after Taehyung got home, you presented him with a second plane ticket to Paris, France that you bought last minute just for him.

You thought Taehyung would agree with making up for your missed anniversary, but Taehyung had frowned instead. “Babe, I seriously don’t want to go anywhere for a while. I’m sick of hotels and planes.”

“But I’ve never been there, baby. It would be so romantic!” You convinced him eventually, your pout winning him over. Taehyung had sighed, then called his manager to let him know.

So excited from Taehyung agreeing, you had leapt up into his arms and kissed him like crazy. “Ahhh! I’m so excited!”

Taehyung had held back a grin. “Okay. But no touristy stuff.”

You pout. “But that’s the most fun part!” When Taehyung pouts back, you try to convince him again. “Baby, I promise I’ll seriously do anything you say if you do all the embarrassing touristy stuff with me.”

“Anything?” Taehyung asked you, arching a brow. 

You took his hand, nodding eagerly. “Anything. Let’s just have fun!”

Taehyung grinned at you. “You better keep your word.”

You had kissed him, grinning at him. He watched you with a fond smile, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You bet I will.” You vow.

It isn’t until you actually land in Paris that you realize what anything Taehyung is imagining.

For all his great qualities, Taehyung is not subtle about what he wants. Especially when he wants you.

The first three days, Taehyung lets you drag him around under the condition that you both wear disguises to avoid being noticed. You comply, picking odd hours of the day for activities that would be very busy at other times of day. You hit all the touristy spots in early mornings before the crowd, hide away in small tucked away cafes and restaurants with Taehyung during lunch hour, then spend the day browsing vintage stores for jewellery and clothes. 

It’s all fun and games except for the teasing that Taehyung will not stop. It’s hard for you to name a time of day where Taehyung’s big hands hadn’t been resting on your waist or his lips idly pressing a kiss to your cheek in passing. You know very well the game Taehyung is playing. He is slowly working you up, getting you used to his constant touches. Then, he will withdraw them, leaving you needy. 

Despite Taehyung’s teasing, the two of you still have a great time. You buy souvenirs for your friends and things for yourself. Taehyung also buys you clothes and jewellery, loving to spoil you. But what you love the most are the small establishments he brings you to, full of tasty food and where no one knows his name. You know the game Taehyung is playing, but you let him guide you to an isolated table towards the back and feed you food off his own utensils. You let him wipe the corner of your mouth for some smeared sauce, let him lick it off his thumb. Sometimes, you even get a little on your face on purpose. Taehyung notices when you do that, and lets you get away with it. After all, this isn’t a favour he’s doing you. This is your anniversary trip. He can’t be the only one getting away with teasing.

The following three days, the two of you hit the museums. Taehyung shows you around, explaining things he had seen on previous trips to Paris. You listen to him, happier to see him happy than to really look at the art. You take pictures of your boyfriend inside the museum and really anywhere it won’t catch too much attention.

Over those three days, Taehyung’s touches decrease. He reduces it little by little, but you know him well by now. Taehyung isn’t trying to be subtle, rather the opposite. He wants you to notice, to get riled up when his touch is gone. 

You tell yourself you don’t mind it, but both of you know it’s a lie. You ignore the smirk on Taehyung’s face every time you intertwine your hands or wrap an arm around his waist to guide him through the back roads. You will get back at him at dinner tonight.

After lunch on the final day, you tell Taehyung to head back to the hotel on his own. You say you are going to buy a new dress for your dinner date tonight, and that you want it to be a surprise for him. Chuckling, Taehyung just passes you his blackcard and tells you to have fun.

You buy a dark green coloured gown, Taehyung’s favourite colour, and a matching necklace and earrings set of emeralds. You smile at the sight of your ass being cupped by the silky material. This is sure to drive Taehyung mad. After all, tonight is the final night. Both of you know exactly how tonight will end.

You catch a cab to the five star Taehyung made a reservation at. You pay the taxi driver excitedly, getting out in your all new outfit, new heels, and even a new purse! You were sure to impress Taehyung.

You walk into the restaurant, telling the waiter who you’re here with. He lets you in, guiding you upstairs to your table.

You frown as you see your table. From this angle, you can’t see who, but Taehyung is talking to a woman. You approach quietly, catching neither of their attention. Luckily (or unluckily) for you, they’re talking loudly. You don’t speak much French but you don’t need it to deal with this woman. You hear her mention the word “model” and a woman’s clothing brand. You hear her repeat “model” a second time as she blatantly roams her eyes down Taehyung’s figure, then up at him. That’s the part that makes your blood boil. You know she is aware of your presence. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what kind of relationship you and Taehyung have.

But she still challenges you anyway, openly eyeing your man in public. If you could speak more French than basic small talk you would rip her a new one. 

Fuck it. You think, making your way across the room. Who needs to know the language?

“Oh, baby.” You say in a sweet voice. They both look over at you. The woman looks visibly irritated, pursing her perfect lips in annoyance. What a shame you like to flirt with other women’s men. You think, slightly in awe at her beauty. I’d like you in any other situation. “Is this a friend?” You ask.

You see a hint of a smile before Taehyung bites it back. “No, Y/N. We just met tonight.”

You smile pointedly at the woman. She frowns at you. “Ah, I see. Well, it was nice meeting you. We haven’t had dinner yet, so.” You say, pretending to be apologetic for cutting the conversation short. All three of you know you’re not, but it’s the thought that counts. Or doesn’t. You couldn’t care less.

“Colour.” Taehyung asks the minute you’re back in the hotel room. 

“Green.” 

“Poor baby. Got so angry that I took my eyes off you, huh?” Taehyung teases, hooking his fingers in the band of your underwear. He pulls back, making it snap against your hips. You whimper. “What’s that? Are you trying to say something?” Taehyung taunts you.

He cranes his head to look at you. He cups your face and makes you look at him. He makes a fake-worried face. “That’s odd, you were talking perfectly fine a few hours ago. Was it something in the food that’s making you feel sick or are you just embarrassed from being a possessive little slut in front of sir?”

His words make you shiver. He grins as he feels it against his own abdomen. “It seems like you’re really sick, Y/N. I guess we'll just have to go to bed.”

He begins to unwind his arms from around your waist, but you grab them, holding them against your skin. “S-Sir.” You whisper.

“There’s my girl.” Taehyung says proudly, rewarding you with a kiss to your temple. “Let’s talk about what you did wrong tonight, shall we?”

“I-I was possessive. I got jealous because you were talking to that model.”

Taehyung’s eyes flicker at the last word. “Oh, you heard?” He snaps the band of underwear against your skin again. You wriggle, but he refuses to let you go. “What a bad girl. Eavesdropping on sir’s conversations. What if she had been a potential colleague and you ruined everything? But you didn’t think of any of that, only your. own. feelings.” He emphasizes each of the three words with another smack. “You’re just an ungrateful little slut, aren’t you? I bet you would open your legs for any man that offered you this kind of treatment, huh?” He growls in your ear.

“I-I’m sorry.” You whisper, voice cracking.

Taehyung stops. “Colour.” He says, thumbs gently stroking at your sides.

“Green.” 

“Y/N.” He repeats more firmly. You sniffle. A tear rolls down your cheek. Taehyung thumbs it away immediately. “We don’t have to. I’m sorry. Do you want to take a bath together? We can cuddle after. Anything you’re comfortable with baby.”

You shake your head, looking away from him. “I’m really okay. I...I want my punishment.”

Taehyung turns you to look at him. He watches your face, looking for any unwillingness. He cups your face and makes you look at him. He smiles finally when he sees the familiar, hazy look in your eyes. You are already slipping into subspace.

“Follow me.” Taehyung says.

You walk behind him, still naked except for your panties. Taehyung is still entirely clothed in his suit and tie. He leads you to the fancy living room of the suite, and closes the curtains. You wait until he sits down to approach him. You observe his spread legs and the stern look in his eye. The air in the living room is freezing cold, but it only adds to it. This is one of the many things you love about Taehyung. How incredibly sexy he looks when he is in control.

Without being asked, you get on the sofa on your hands and knees. You drape your body over Taehyung’s lap, ass up in his lap. You fold your arms over the sofa’s armrest, turning your head to look at Taehyung. 

Taehyung’s warm hand caresses your ass. He kneads at the flesh roughly without breaking eye contact with you. On the outside, he looks indifferent, dark eyes sultry. He makes it look like he couldn't care less if it was you or another sub being bent to his will. But you know it’s part of the scene, that he’s watching you this intensely for your reaction and it is only your reaction he ever wants in a setting like this.

“You can safeword out if you need to.” He reminds you. You nod, putting your head against the armrest. “Count.” He tells you, before the first smack comes down.

You flinch on instinct, but his arm pins the backs of your thighs down. “One.”

Another smack but to the other cheek. You hiss under your breath. “Two.”

Taehyung gives the next three in succession. “F-Five.”

“Colour?” Taehyung re-checks. You reply green again. He delivers two more. “Six, ah, seven.”

The next two smacks are harsher. “Eight, nine一!” As you’re counting, Taehyung gives the final one. This one is the hardest of all, making the two of you sink a little lower into the sofa. “T-Ten.”

You are crying now, falling deeper into your subspace. Taehyung’s warm hands smooth over the places they hit. His voice murmurs sweet nothings in your ear, reassuring you.

“S-Sorry.” You continue to cry. “I didn’t mean to be like that.”

“I know.” Taehyung reassures you. He helps you up into a sitting position. It burns to sit on your still painful ass, but you do so anyway because it’s Taehyung who asks you to do it. “You took my punishment very well, Y/N, just like a good girl.”

You shake your head, sniffling. “I don’t wanna be ‘a good girl’, I wanna be your good girl.” You say. Taehyung frowns slightly as he wonders what that means, then looks shocked when he realizes what you’re saying.

“You are my good girl, baby.” He says softly, wiping away your tears. “No one but you.”

“But i-it was our a-anniversary dinner and you were letting her flirt with you. You just一just let her do it. And when I called you baby at the restaurant, you only called me Y/N.” You confess, giving up your fake confident act. The truth is that despite your anger in the moment, you had felt very insecure. It wasn’t like you could blame the woman for finding your boyfriend hot, anyone would. But the fact that Taehyung never said anything back and just put up with it instead of correcting her bothered you. Was it embarrassing to admit he was dating you in front of a woman who was so obviously his equal in elegance? This thought bothered you throughout the whole dinner. 

You didn’t plan on telling Taehyung about it, since he didn’t know you sometimes felt this way. One of the reasons you insisted on travelling to make up for your missed anniversary was this doubt. Maybe if you showed him around this fancy city and you made good memories with him, he might appreciate it. Maybe then it would ease your doubt of if you were worthy enough to be his.

You had never admitted this aloud to anyone, but you actually wondered If Taehyung had women in other countries that he went on dates with during tour. You know Taehyung is a good person but after all, he is a young man with sexual needs. And at that, a very attractive man who could get with just about any woman he wanted. So yes, seeing him talk to the very attractive woman had angered you, but it also made you feel like your worst fears might be true. 

“Y/N, talk to me, baby.” Taehyung pleads you, his worried brown eyes searching your face for any answers.

“...Can I ask you a question?” 

“Of course, my love.” Taehyung responds. “Ask me anything you want, baby.’

You sniffle. You play with his suit blazer. “Can you promise to not get mad at me?”

Taehyung looks like he might cry when you ask that. “I promise.”

“When you go away for tour...is there anyone else?” You watch your own tears fall onto Taehyung’s dress shirt. Taehyung looks shaken. “It might seem random but I’ve always wondered. I promise I’m not just acting up because of tonight.”

Taehyung continues to watch you, looking worried and at a loss for words. You put on a fake smile. “Sorry, it’s probably nothing. Let’s just go to bed.” 

Taehyung holds you by the waist, stopping you from getting up. “Y/N.”

“I said it’s fine. It’s okay. Really, even if you had another woman. I can’t control what you do when you’re not with me. A year is too long for a couple to spend apart anyway, it’s only natural that your feelings would change. It’s okay. Anyway,” You breathe shakily. “Anyway I’m still yours. As long as you like, of course.”

“Of course I like it.” Taehyung insists, tears glistening in his eyes. “I love you. Tell me how long you’ve felt like this.”

You hesitate. “Y/N.” There it is again, that firm tone that you hate outside of scenes. 

You look down at your hands. “Maybe two years?”

Taehyung is crying now, and he cups your face in his hands. “You’ve been thinking like this for two years? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“...I didn’t want to burden you. You’re really busy on tour.”

Taehyung purses his lips. “Can I show you there’s no one else?”

You nod. Taehyung lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He holds you by the backs of your thighs instead of your ass, careful not to hurt you. “The bed?” He asks. You consider the feeling of the rough sheets against your sore ass. 

You shake your head. “C-Can we use the hot tub?”

Taehyung kisses your forehead. “Anything for you.”

Taehyung sets up the hot tub for both of you. He takes your panties off for you, sliding them down your legs. He kisses you deeply, sweetly. You whimper into the kiss, his tongue completely in control of your mouth. When you part, a strand of saliva comes loose. When you part far enough, the saliva ends up on your chin. Taehyung wipes it with his thumb. A darkness has entered his eyes again. “Get in. Let me show you how much I love you.”

You get in the hot tub, relishing the feeling of the hot water. It stings a bit, but it’s easier to sit then the bed would have been. You sit with your legs spread slightly, calves tucked under you and feet beneath your ass. Neat and pretty. Just the way sir likes it.

Taehyung strips quickly once you’re in the water. Your eyes roam over his beautiful body, at the hard muscle of his chest, his bulging biceps, his caramel thighs, and his rigid cock. “Come here.” Taehyung orders as he gets in the water. You do so, climbing up into his lap. He kisses you hungrily, like this is the first time all night. You are surprised at the intensity of this kiss. You cannot recall a time Taehyung has ever kissed you so passionately in your years together, even in your roughest scenes. 

“So pretty.” Taehyung growls when you two part again. He wraps one arm around your waist to press your chest against his, then attacks your neck. You gasp as he makes love bites, all the way down your neck. He has never made this many before in total, yet he makes them everywhere tonight. He litters your collarbone and the top of your chest with them, making them bloom red at first but you know they will be a deep purple shade tomorrow. “How can you not know what you mean to me, when you’re this fucking beautiful? You drove me crazy in your dress tonight, no, you drive me crazy every fucking time I see you. Maybe even since the first time I met you.”

“S-Sir.” You moan at the praise, face heating up. Taehyung pushes you back against the wall of the hot tub. You tilt your head back against the tiles as he touches you everywhere. He uses his hands to tease at your nipples, making them harden. Even as he does it, he is grinding down on you. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. 

“You fucking know I am.” Taehyung snaps, losing the careful composure he wears during scenes. “You’re my one and my only. Look at yourself, so fucking lewd, all worked up by my touch. You have me wrapped around your finger and you still think I’d have another woman.” He continues, cursing in between his sentences at your sweet sounds.

“S-Sorry.”

“Don’t ever be sorry.” Taehyung cuts you off. You let out moans as he starts rubbing at your clit, hard and fast. You grind against his hand. In his dom persona, Taehyung would never tolerate you doing this, but both of you are too far gone tonight to follow the rules to a T. “I will clear this misunderstanding tonight. On your knees, princess.” 

You lean on top of the towel Taehyung placed for you on the tiles. Taehyung places his own knees outside of yours, and you feel his hard cock against your ass. Taehyung eases two fingers into you, wet from your arousal that it’s an easy fit. “Nnn, sir.” You plead, grinding down on him. 

“You won’t get more until you say what I want to hear.” Taehyung says next to your ear. He presses his chest into your back, pinning you to the edge of the hot tub. “Who do you belong to?”

“Sir! I belong to sir!” You cry out, and Taehyung picks up the pace.

“So fucking pretty.” Taehyung praises, kissing the marks he left on your neck. “Only you get treated like this, understand? No woman could ever be loved like this by me. Every time you forget I will bend you over my lap and make you come on my cock over and over until you get it in your head.”

You let out a particularly loud moan at that, making Taehyung smirk. “Does my princess like that, hmm? You want to get bent over and take my cock all the time? Want me to fill you up with my come, plug you with a pretty little toy, and make you go about your day?” Taehyung inserts another finger and the stretch has you whining. “Answer me.” He demands.

“I do. Ah, fuck, Taehyung. Please. I do.” You plead, tilting your head to the side. Taehyung meets you immediately in a passionate kiss. It’s all tongue and teeth, completely different from Taehyung’s usual style. Is this really what he can do when he lets go? You wonder, getting drunk on his kisses alone. You thought Taehyung had been rough before, but it’s nothing compared to tonight.

“Turn around.” Taehyung says, withdrawing his fingers. 

He takes in your needy expression, leaning in to kiss you again like he can’t get enough of you. “Can I come in you, baby? Have you been taking your pill regularly?” 

“Yes. Yes.” You chant. Taehyung laughs breathlessly, grabbing a fistful of your hip in one hand and lining himself up to your entrance.

When he enters, both of you moan. “So good. Whose are you, princess?”

“Yours, only yours.” You answer breathlessly. Taehyung grips your thighs and lifts you slightly, allowing him to enter you more deeply. 

Taehyung abruptly picks up the pace of his thrusts. You grip at his shoulders for support, unable to stop the noises that fall from your lips constantly. Not only is Taehyung going fast, he is also going incredibly deep, rubbing right over your G-spot. 

“C-Can I come, sir?” You beg.

Taehyung nods, and you move one hand between your legs to rub at your clit. As you tip your head back, Taehyung holds himself deep inside you. Both of you come at the same time, you clench hard around him and Taehyung pumps his seed inside you. He kisses at the marks on your neck as he comes, and you dig your nails into his back. 

You move your hand to his hair once you finish, stroking it gently. Taehyung pulls back from the wall, his hand smoothing down your back to ease any discomfort you felt being pressed against it. You don’t even notice until the postcoital bliss dies down that your ass was now more sore than before. But Taehyung does. 

“Let’s take a shower.” He tells you, helping you up. You both get out of the hot tub. Taehyung runs a small handcloth under the tap. He comes over and wipes your vagina down first, then cleaning himself. 

The two of you get in the shower together. You let Taehyung wash your body down, scrubbing gently and avoiding touching your ass. You grab his shampoo off the ledge and put a good amount in your palms. “What are you doing?” Taehyung asks, surprised that you turned around while he was washing your back.

“Taking care of you.” You mumble, washing Taehyung hair for him. You grab the detachable showerhead from the side. You shield his eyes with a hand as you rinse the soap out.

Taehyung smiles fondly at how concentrated you look. “Baby, a dom is supposed to look after their sub following a scene. Not the other way.”

You shrug. You probably heard that somewhere. Your brain is too foggy right now to think. “But I want to.”

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yes.” You answer, smiling at how nice Taehyung’s hair looks now that it’s clean. “Because I belong to you.”

Taehyung lightly pecks your forehead. “And I’m yours.”

Later, when the haze of your subspace wears off, you two are laying in bed together. You’re wearing one of Taehyung’s shirts and a pair of panties. Taehyung is shirtless and in a pair of boxers. Taehyung has just finished putting lotion on your sore bottom to ease the ache for tomorrow. 

You lay on top of Taehyung’s chest, and Taehyung tucks the blankets tucked in around you. You snuggle up against his chest, content in his strong arms.

“Y/N, I know I already proved my point, but you really are my only one.” Taehyung tells you. You don’t reply so he cranes his head to look at you. Taehyung smiles fondly to notice you’re already asleep. He kisses the top of your head. “No problem. I guess I have the rest of my life to prove it to you.” He mutters to himself.

You smile to yourself with your eyes closed.

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if you asked me to | pjm

⤑ series: less of you

⤑ pairing: fratboy!jimin x dancer!reader

⤑ genre: angst - a little bit of fluff.

⤑ rating: PG13

⤑ word count: 6.8K

⤑ warnings: cursing, hickeys, slight dry humping, groping, mention of blue balls.

⤑ chapter song: moonlight // ariana grande

⤑ A/N: this is soooo much later than i wanted. i had finished the entire thing around 6ish.. and my computer decided to shit the bed in the middle of editing and literally had only two sentences saved. so i had to write he whole thing again! i like this version better, though - nd i hope you guys do too!! let me know what you think x 

DECEMBER 5TH, 2019 | 19:17

Heart pounding in your chest, comfortable in Jimin's arms but at the same time, not. It's a weird feeling, not entirely unfamiliar... but it is with him. Vividly you remember how it use to feel to be held by him. And you're not sure when that feeling had become a memory.

Actually, that was a lie. You've been doing a lot of that lately. Feelings for Jimin have not changed, instead, they've grown stronger and that was the problem. Completely impossible to be near him, see his smile, be held by him without feeling that pang of guilt in your chest. Heart starting to catch up with the fact that you and him?? were so deep in the wrong.

Now laying in his lap felt like a crime. As if you were stood in self-checkout, constantly glancing over your shoulder as you scanned an expensive pair of shoes as one of those 79 cent candy bars.

Barely able to concentrate on the intoxicating feeling of his lips trailing open mouth kisses against your heated skin. The not so discreet way he was sliding his hand underneath the hem of your shirt, toward your bra covered breasts. TV plays uselessly in the background, his pretty groans filling your ears instead.

Jeans unbuttoned and inched down to reveal the lace of your panties, body naturally reacting to the broad swipes of his thumb over your covered nipple. And your heart should be pounding with anticipation, eager to know how far he'd go – if he'd really fuck you in the middle of your living room.

But you can't shake the look on Miju's face you conjured, watching the two of you with that pouty frown of hers, arms crossed over her chest. Wondering how you, her best friend, could do something like this to her. Hurt he like this and lie about it, over and over again.

So lost in thought, you barely notice Jimin's lips lifting to cover yours. He kisses you sweetly, slowly while dragging his free hand down the length of your back, stopping once he's reached the swell of your ass. A playful slap landing on your jean covered bottom, followed by his firm grip, something that would have you letting out a giggled yelp, any other time.

You don't even notice, don't even budge. Jimin is pulling back from your lips upon noticing your lack of enthusiasm, furrowed brows searching your features. “You alright?” Inching his body up to rest his head on the armrest of the couch. Legs draped on either side of his hips, hands resting on his chest you nod. 

As if he'd let it go. As if he'd pick up on the slightest abnormality in your mood and just let it slip. Let you drive yourself mad with your racing thoughts and not let him in, not let him take on some of the weight. As if. 

“What are you thinking about?” He tries again, soothing fingers rubbing into your hips. “Do I stink?” His hand lifts from your body to pick at the front of his shirt, sniffing the inside of it. “Tae said this shirt had one more day in it,” You can't help but smile at his joking tone, an attempt to brighten the mood.

Quick to shake your head at his words, you're letting your body fall back against his. Chests pressed together as you had been before, arms wrapping around his torso to engulf him in a koala hug. “It smells like you, I like it.” At ease with the matched playful tone in your voice, Jimin allows himself to relax... a bit. He's smiling at your compliment, leaning down to press his lips against yours gently.

No idea what's wrong with you, but safely relieved that it's not him. That he could help you work through whatever it is. “So what is it?” 

 “I don't know... I just... keep thinking about Miju.” Jimin lets out a scoff, rolling his eyes in a really exaggerated way. “You're really thinking about a girl while I got my hand on your ass? Is there something I should know?” The playful smile sits prettily on his lips, the sight of it alone doing wonders for the anxiety creeping up your throat.

Arm hitting against his shoulder, you huff out a breath. “I'm being serious. I have this looming feeling that she's going to catch us before I get the chance to talk to her. It's driving me crazy.”

His face softens at the sound of your words, becoming serious for you. Obvious that you're really bothered right now and the least he could do is take the situation seriously. No matter how little cared about Miju finding out about the two of you. He knew that if it happened in an untimely fashion, you'd be really upset... that was something he cared very much about.

“You ready to talk to her then?” Fingers lacing with yours, he toys with your fingers gently while looking at you. Trying to get a good read at the emotions you've gotten a bit too good at hiding. 

With a huff, you're sitting up on his lap, shoulders shrugging. “I don't know! We should, right? It's been long enough...” It sounded more like you were convincing yourself than anything.

As much fun, Jimin was having sneaking around with you. And how cute he found your flustered expression each time you were close to being caught, he knew this was harder on you than it was for him. Keeping secrets, sneaking around, lying – they all had their expiration date and you were quickly realizing that.

Of course, he'd never ask you to lie – especially in this situation. If it were up to him, the two of you would be as out and loud as any other PDA loving couple out there. He knew, though, the courage that you needed to gain before you were ready to be like that – so he was willing to wait.

But it seemed that the guilt was starting to get to you, and it didn't take a genius to see that all of this lying and hiding was only going to make the outcome worse the longer you waited to say something. He knew it, and you knew it too. You just needed the proper push in the right direction.

“Let's tell her. I mean, you said yourself it's her loss if she can't find it in her heart to be okay with it. The longer we wait...” You're nodding at his words, agreeing before he's able to even fully finish his sentence.

The back and forth of this week with him and Gukkie were all of the same things. You just needed to get over the fear of losing her because of this. Have faith that she valued your friendship just as much as she did and will, hopefully, understand you. Or if not, be able to forgive you. With time, of course.

“You're right. It's only going to get worse. Tomorrow.” Declaring with a nod and Jimin is nodding his head, using his grip on your hand to pull your body back down onto his. He's easily setting your palm on the back of his neck while tilting his head up to look at you.

“Don't be nervous. You've known her your whole life. And I'll be there to back you up,” He assures you with a soft smile, you feel calmed by his promise to be there with you. Glad that you don't have to go through it on your own. Relaxed, knowing that he was willing to be there for you. With you.

His soft hand is trailing down the length of your back again, this time dipping into the open back of your jeans. “Now... before I was interrupted.” Movements slow as his palm closed around your lace-covered ass, watching your face for any telling signs. You don't stop the hum that falls from your lips.

Jimin lifts his head to press his mouth against your collarbone, plump lips sucking hickeys into your neck. Hips rolling against slightly, head tilting back allowing him as much as he needed to mark you. Sharp teeth nibble at your skin, pulling a whiny moan from your lips. “Fuck,” He groans, cock stiffening underneath your rocking hips.

The grip on your ass is used to guide you over his growing erections, panted breaths fanning over the clammy skin of your neck. And you should be enjoying yourself, should be teetering over the edge with how tightly wound you've been the past few days. Yet, you can't seem to clear your mind.

Although you loved Jimin's support, valued the way he was so quick to decide he'd do this with you. You couldn't help but wonder if that was the best way of going about it. If it wouldn't seem too much like an intervention if both of you were to show up at Miju's front steps ready to announce your relationship.

Relationship? That's what this was, right? You two weren't just having fun, right? Jimin said he liked you a lot and you liked him just as much... maybe more. You weren't throwing away your decade long friendship over a situationship, right!?

“Wait. Should we really do it like this?” Jimin stills the raise of his hips at the sound of your voice, head lifting from your neck so he can look you in the face. “Do you even want to do it at all?” He huffs, arms lifting to push the messy hair on his forehead back. He's sitting his body up into a seated position, reaching between you two to adjust the bulge at his crotch.

It's clear that the two of you are talking about two different things. With an apologetic smile, you lean up to press a soft kiss against his lips. “No, I mean... talking to Miju. The both of us? You sure that's a good idea?”

“That's a terrible idea.” The door slams behind the new voice, your body instantly lunging from Jimin's lap to the vacant space behind him. Gukkie lets out a laugh at your haste, shaking life into his hair he had just freed from his buck hat. “Relax, Yn. This is a safe space.” Just Gukkie. You repeat, trying to calm your guilty pounding heart.

Seok and Joonie are steps behind him, kicking their shoes off in the threshold. Jimin's brow is furrowing at the sight of his best friend entering your house, following the other two guys into the kitchen.

“What are you doing here, Joonie?” He asks as he stands, stalking into the kitchen. You're entering the room behind him, Gukkie crouched in front of the fridge while Seok pulls bowls from the cabinets. Joonie is comfortably on the island, thumbing through the messages on his phone.

“Jin's meeting us here in a bit.” His words are directed to Jimin, who's nodding his head and sinking into the seat beside him.

Moving toward Jeongguk, you're poking a finger into his bent back. He's slow to raise, clutching various snacks to his chest. “What?” He's dumping the food onto the counter, before moving to fill the bowls Seok had set out for him.

“You said it was a bad idea to talk to Miju, me, and Jimin... why?” His brows furrow, not bothering to look up at you as he plucks grapes from the vine filling the medium-sized glass bowl. “Isn't it obvious?” He peaks up at your silence, eyes widening slightly at your genuinely confused expression.

“Guess not,” He huffs, setting the grapes down. “What are you going to talk to the girl about in the first place?” He doesn't give you a chance to answer, nudging the bowl closer to Seok who had been trying to reach underneath his arm. “You're going to be telling her that you've been lying to her for about a month. You, her best friend. And now on top of that, you want her to be rejected... in front of you, by the guy she's been crushing on for the longest?” Yeah, that was a terrible idea.

He takes your blank expression as a sign that you're still not understanding what he is saying. “It's the equivalent of stabbing her in the heart.” Guk's lifted the fork, turning into toward himself before gently pressing the prongs into his shirt. “Then our boy, Min coming around and twisting the damn thing while looking her right in the eyes.”

Gukkie makes a dramatic show of twisting the fork in his chest, exaggerated grunts of pain leaving his lips while his knees bend as if he'd drop any moment. “That's dramatic,” Jimin speaks at the same time Seok decides to jump in.

“You're talking about the end of Trojan She-War. I knew you liked that one,” He grins triumphantly, his grin only growing as he chomps down on his grapes.

“What's Trojan She-War?” Joonie wonders.

Hoseok is perking up to explain one of his earlier video games set in Ancient Greece starring an all female team. They're at war, go figure, with a group of sexiest warriors. It was a pretty cool game on paper, except the ending was a bit predictable Gukkie was beating it in the first hour of testing... straight back to the drawing board.

Your mind is so far from their conversation, though. The in-depth explanation Seok was giving on his game and other ideas he had like that one, that he was oh so positive wouldn't flop. You couldn't engage in the impromptu beat that Gukkie would beat whatever game he was thinking up within thirty minutes because you couldn't shake the very vivid picture he had painted.

Stabbing her in the heart? And then twisting it!? You knew that finding out would hurt her, but didn't take into account to what extent until this moment. What if you broke her heart? What if she hated you for it? What if she never wanted to see you again?

You're quick to shake that thought from your mind. Of course, she'd still want to see you. She might need some type to get over it, but the two of you were best friends... always have been, there was no way she'd just drop you after finding out what's been going on. Especially once you explain how it happened and how hard you tried to stop it from getting to this point.

Surely, she'd understand and forgive you, right? Your friendship was strong enough to withstand this, right? There's a gentle tug on your waist, the moment the front door is being pushed open and Jin is stepping through. Jimin's trying to get your attention, trying to coax you to come to be alone with him – but you ignore it. Guilt way to high for anyone on one time, instead you focus your attention on Jin as he enters the kitchen with a large smile on his face.

“I brought booze!” He whoops, holding up the case of wine coolers he had carried in before setting it down on the island. Gukkie is rolling his eyes at the brightly colored cardboard, stabbing at his salad with a grumbled breath. “That's not booze.”

Jin is rolling his eyes right back, “Don't worry I got your oh so manly whiskey.” He sets the bottle down on the table beside the coolers. “Are you guys throwing a party?” You wonder, easily slipping from Jimin's grasp to move closer to Jin.

“We're seeing how long it takes drunk Jeongguk to go through the TOP 25 HARDEST GAME list. You wanna watch?” Jin's eyes flicker from you to Jimin behind you, inviting the both of you to their made up tournament.

“No, I don't think-” “Ooh, yeah! We'd love to!” Your words overlap, but your voice is louder and Jin is smiling wide as he reaches into the case to hand a bottle over to you. “Fantastic. You can help keep score.”

He's moving toward Joonie who hasn't stopped staring since the boy first entered the room. Draping a lazy arm over his shoulder, hand lifting to tug on Joon's earring covered lobe. “I don't think I'll be able to pay much attention,” His words, although directed to you, are delivered quietly to Joonie, who's cheeks flush as his head bows.

“Not on my couch,” Gukkie calls toward the couple, but his words are ignored. Much more interest found in each other's mouths than whatever nonsense Guk is spewing.

Jimin's attention is on you, a confused expression on his features. And you take your time with noticing it, concentrating on popping your bottle open, bringing it to your lips, and taking a long sip. He's still staring at you as you lower the glass. “What?” You wonder with a laugh and he shakes his head.

“Just... when you asked me to sleepover. I kind of had a different image of how the night would go,” He tried not to sound too disappointed in his words. Honestly enjoyed every moment spent with you, no matter what you were doing. Would totally be cool to ditch the fooling around to hang out with your friends, if it had been under other circumstance.

If he wasn't positive that you were pushing it off. Avoiding it. If two weeks hadn't passed since the last time you two had been together like that. If he wasn't convinced that you were trying to distance yourself.

And he couldn't even blame you for it, not like he was looking for someone to blame. You had a lot on your mind, and the situation the two of you were in wasn't exactly... sexy? He just wished you talked to him about it, to easier silence his insecure thoughts wondering if it was something that he did. Something that he wasn't doing.

Could keep himself from constantly reminding himself that it was only because you were feeling guilty, not because of him. That you still wanted to be around him, just not in that way. At least not fully.

It was hard. You were complicated and too quiet about the things that bothered you. Jimin would have to file that away, though. For now. Try his best to be there for you because he knew you needed it right now. He'd help you tackle your emotional barrier at a later time. Hopefully.

All he could do right now was be there for you. So he's nodding in agreement when you're asking if he's okay with a shift in plans. If he'd still have as much fun hanging out and playing video games then whatever you'd come up with in your room. He agrees, and it's a half-lie because come on, video games over sex?? who in their right mind?

Yet, it's not a lie because he'd sit around and pretend he knew what a LUPP was and laugh with your friends and ignore how badly he just wants to kiss you, ravish you. Because you asked him to.

DECEMBER 6TH, 2019 | 00:43

Thankful that your silent 'no sex' rule didn't mean no physical contact, Jimin was pleased to have you sinking into his lap as everyone moved from the kitchen to the living room. It was fine, for a bit. Conversation coming easy with you and your friends as the six of you watch Jeongguk complete level after level.

They were an entertaining group of people and he was hardly thinking about the mean set of blue balls he's been sporting for the past two weeks. The mean set of blue balls he thought he'd be rid of by now. But, yeah, this was fine too. You were happy, comfortable – this was just fine.

Keyword, was. It had started being fine as the hours ticked by and around the five-hour mark it was starting to get hard for Jimin to mask his annoyance. Not annoyed with you, of course not. He got it, understood. Knew what you were going through and didn't want to push you, he was trying his best to be a good guy – honest.

He just didn't account for how boring this would get. How redundant Jeongguk's level ups have become, no matter how many shots he guzzled down his thick throat. Seok still cheered him on, the only one still keeping score. Oh and you, but he was sure that you weren't all that interested in the game and more interested in keeping your mind off the fact you were correctly sitting on his dick and not doing a single thing about it.

Jin and Joonie had lost interest in the game a long while ago, taken to groping each other directly across for you and Jimin. The tips of Jin's fingers threatened to sneak underneath the hem of Joonie's sweats, broad hips bared as he dared him to do it. They were answering a lot of questions that Jimin didn't even know he had and when he was finding himself oddly turned on by the display – he was deciding it was time for bed.

“I'm going to head up,” His words are mumbled to you, slightly hopeful. Maybe you'd decide to come up with him? Fool around a bit, or even grant him a blowjob... a handjob, something to get rid of this dull ache between his legs.

You don't. Just nod that pretty head of yours, standing to make it easier for him to rise to his feet. Don't even offer him a parting kiss as he heads towards the stairs. He doesn't complain but doesn't hide the stomp in his feet as he makes his way up the steps.

Trying to be careful, not make you think that he's only in it for the sex. But hello, the sex? Where was it? Two weeks was a long time to make a guy wait without the slightest bit of reason why. Although, he could piece together your reasoning behind wanting to hold back... he thought you inviting him over was a sign you had loosen up a bit.

Not that you had planned to rile him up to the point he was all set and ready to go, only to get distracted by your friends (which were great, don't get him wrong) and forget the star guest of this slumber party. Allowing your Miju fueled guilt to steer the night, he had half the mind to walk over there himself and set things straight just so he didn't have to be deprived anymore.

Again. Not your fault. He understood. Supported you. He wasn't the upset one in this scenario, it was his greedy dick that had gotten a taste of you and hasn't been able to feel satiated since.

Downstairs, you're nursing your second wine cooler. Paying much more attention to Guk's score then you usually do. It had been ten minutes since Jimin had left and gone upstairs, and you were still sat there – pretending to be interested in this half baked competition.

“Did you two fight?” Seok is asking the question both him and Guk had been wondering. Maybe Jin and Joonie are wondering the same, but their mouths are a little preoccupied to say anything about it.

“No, we didn't fight.” Tone a bit harsher than you intended, but you can't help it. Wanted nothing more than to take a rifle to your conscience and enjoy the fact that you had Jimin, here with you for an entire night. 

Just every time you were getting too close, here came Jiminy Cricket with his clipboard of reasons you shouldn't be enjoying yourself – speaking louder each time you tried to shut him out.

“Why aren't you up there with him, then?” Seok pressed on, full attention on you now. Jeongguk's high score being set on the back burner. “I don't have to be everywhere he is.” You snap, causing Hoseok to lift his hands in mock defense. “Sorry for asking.” He mumbles, turning his attention back to the screen.

“You know. Shutting him out is not going to help your situation.” Gukkie is pointing out, not even bothering to look up from the TV screen. “You're probably making it worse, to be honest.”

With a roll of your eyes, you're standing from the couch – setting your half finished bottle on the coffee table. “I'm going to bed,” You grumble, following the same stomped footsteps Jimin had taken just before.

You find him sat upon your bed, shirt ditched at the foot of your bed. Back pressed against your headboard. He holds his phone in one hand, thumb flicking against the screen as his free hand rests above his head. His head lifting at the sound of you entering the room, offering a small smile in your direction.

Not able to find the words, you don't say anything. Acknowledging him with a nod of your head before heading across the room toward your hamper. Jimin watches as you undo the buttons on your jeans, tugging them down your long legs. Not letting his stare linger too long on the way your ass spills out from the bottom of your panties. And he definitely doesn't admire the dip in the middle of your back as you lift your shirt over your head.

His gaze is snapping back to his phone as you toss your worn clothes into the hamper, turning to face him again. Of course, he's seen your boobs before. Paid them a lot of attention after realizing he had been neglecting them. But he's not seen them while trying not to look at them.

For some reason, they seemed... bigger? Rounder? A bit of a bounce to them with each sway of your hips. You're reaching for his discarded shirt, pulling it over your head and he can't help but wonder if you're doing this one purpose. Teasing him. Or were you just naturally this enticing?

“Will you shut the light when you're done?” You speak after getting comfortable in the space beside him. Yup, naturally that enticing. 

Jimin nods at your words, despite the fact you're not looking at him. Blanket pulled up to your chin, back to him as you stared out the window. “You're just going to sleep?” He asks after flicking the light off, sinking down so he's laying beside you.

“Did you want to go for a run?” There's a snappiness to your tone and it reminds Jimin of the attitude you use to give him when you first met. He can't help the smile that pushes onto his lips at the memory, reaching to wrap his arm around your waist. “Are you upset with me?” He knows you're not... well, he kind of knows. Asking helped to calm his nerves, though.

Rolling onto your back, you look up at him. Taking in his soft eyes and that dimpled smile. Your hand is lifting to rest on his bicep, noticing the automatic way he flexes the muscle underneath your palm. “No. I'm just upset...”

“You don't have to talk to her if you don't want to.” He says, even though it's not true. Of course, you had to talk to her. She was your best friend for crying out loud and what you were doing was wrong. And you were starting to loathe yourself for going behind her back like this, you had to talk to her.

“I mean it. We'll just make it real clear for her. Could go amateur on Instagram or be simple and make out at a party... I'm sure she'll get the hint,” He's leaning down to bury his face in the crook of your neck, pressing soft feather-like kisses against your heated skin.

“Jimin-” The laugh slips past your lips, even though you don't want it to. Jimin is picking up his head from your neck, grinning wide down at you and the sight alone has a flutter settling in your chest. 

“You can relax, okay?” He's lifting his hand to smooth the furrow between your brows. “I already said I'm not going to let her get in the way of us. And we're good together, I'm sure she'll be happy for us.”

You're scoffing, rolling your eyes at the absurd thought. “Wishful thinking.” Huffing with a roll of your eyes. You shift underneath him until you've got a thigh pressed on either side of his torso – hands set on his bare chest. He's got one hand in your hair, the other resting on your thigh, as innocent as it can be.

“What's her deal, anyway?” The tips of his fingers draw random patterns against your skin as you shrug your shoulders. Of all the years you spent so close to her, you were never able to pinpoint exactly what her deal was. Of course, there were the issues with her dad, but at times you felt like there was something deeper that.

Yet, you never bothered to try and figure it out. Only summed it up as 'that's just who she was'. Gotten used to it and made the proper adjustments that you needed to in order to keep things running smoothly, it's what you've always done – without a second thought.

Shoulders lifting in a slight shrug, “Certain things just bother her... and she likes things a certain way.” The number of times she had given you the silent treatment when she wasn't getting her way, refusing to say a word to you until the problem was resolved. By you, of course. It seemed you were always the one taking the first step. Always the one ready to make amends even if you hadn't been the one in the wrong.

Never once thought about it, figured that's just the work you had to put in to maintain the friendship. It had been just the two of you for so long, you didn't know anything else. But now with the other friendships... relationships you had made in the past years, you were quickly realizing that that wasn't normal.

“You know we started ballet together?” Jimin, who had found himself growing distracted with the peaks your nipples created through the fabric of his shirt, was quickly lifting his head to look at you. You notice the tint in his cheeks as if he had just been caught, his brow lifting slightly. “Oh, yeah?” 

“Mhm. She was 13 and I was 12. And she had just found out that her dad's new daughter was in ballet and it kind of became her obsession to do it too. I was playing soccer at the time and really didn't care either way. So when she asked me to quit soccer and join ballet with her, I did. Soccer was my dad's sport, anyway.”

Jimin listens to your words, imagining a younger version of you running the field in your cute little soccer uniform. Of course, you were the best on the field, knew you well enough that you wouldn't settle for anything but the best.

“I fell in love after the first class. I mean, soccer was easy – but ballet? Well, you know what I mean.” He did, all too well. Remembered the moment he fell in love with dancing, nothing being able to compare to the feeling of it. Well, except...

“I liked it a lot so I tried hard to be real good at it. And eventually, I was one of the best in the class. I loved it so much, but Miju... she hated it. Never wanted to practice with me and got pissed every time she was behind in class. A few months in she was ready to quit. Begged me to quit with her.” In the moment, you had written it off as your best friend not wanting to quit alone. Another one of the best friend things you were starting to realize wasn't best friendly at all.

She saw how much you loved it. Saw how good you were at it. What if you had quit? Followed behind her like sheep? Of course, she had no idea that ballet would have become such a big part of your life then. But it had. And she wanted you to quit. What would you even be doing now if you had listened to her?

“I couldn't do it, obviously. Honestly can't believe that I actually thought about it when she asked. She told me she hated me when I refused, didn't talk to me for a whole month because I 'violated the friendship rule book'. She was my only friend so I was lonely for a bit, which just meant more ballet. I was sure she'd never talk to me again, to be honest – we only started hanging out again because my family was going to The Hampton's that summer and my mom invited her along.”

Jimin's got this sad look on his face, the same expression that he hated. But it's different coming for him, he's not trying to pity you. He genuinely feels bad for 12-year-old you having to put up with a toxic friendship like that. Couldn't keep himself from wishing his 14-year-old self had been there when you were left alone in the practice room, knew the feeling all too well. Maybe you could've been able to be alone together.

“Can't wait to fast forward past all this shit. Feel like I haven't seen you smile in a while.” The large smiles and hearty laughs you use to carelessly display were now being reigned in right before they reached their full peak. Many of your thoughts so clouded with your problems with Miju, that you hadn't even realized the shift in your mood.

No idea that your emotions were so loud on your features that Jimin would pick up on it. Surprised that he even cared about the difference, but he did. And there was no stopping the flutter in your heart from that small fact. Pushing a soft smile onto your lips, you're tilting your head up so he's able to see. He takes it, although it doesn't quite reach your eyes.

“Pretty girlfriend,” He compliments with a large grin, leaning down to cover your lips with his. Kissing you slowly, and sweetly – pouring out every ounce of warmth and security you had stolen away from you. You kiss him back with just as much intensity, fingers curling in his dark locks as you let your mouth fall open – welcoming his wanting tongue into your mouth.

It takes a moment for his words to dawn on you, for you to put together what he had said and what he might've meant. Your mouth falls from his as you pull your head back, Jimin not fully realizing and instead moving on to nibble at the skin on your neck. “Did you just call me your girlfriend?” Your words have his head lifting, so he's able to look at your face.

That pretty pink tint is back on his cheeks. Had been hoping you didn't catch on to what he's been calling you in his head for the past month. Didn't mean to let it slip right then, while your emotions were a mess. But, he wasn't one to back out once he's already dipped his toe in.

“You are my girlfriend, right?” Plump lip trapped between his teeth, he tries to hide the nervous look in his eyes. Tries not to give away to the fear of you possibly rejecting him. Yes, he knew you liked him a lot and he liked you a lot... but labels were scary. And there's usually a whole talk that came before this, right?

“Do you want me to be?” Duh, of course, he did. Why would bring it up if he didn't want that? It was all you could come up with right now, though. With the way your heart and brain were in the middle of a standoff, it was all you could manage.

“No.” There's an exaggerated roll of his eyes. “I've only been referring you like that in my head for the past month for fun,” Sarcasm drips from his words and you're lifting your hand to land a punch into his shoulder. “I'm serious!” Lower lip jutting out to create a slight pout.

Jimin's got his fingers wrapped around your wrist, lifting your hand to set on the back of his neck. “Me too.” Arms dropping to wrap around your waist, he uses his grip to pull your body closer to his. “I want you to be my girlfriend. So that I can be your boyfriend. And we can be boyfriend and girlfriend to each other, together.” You're laughing at his words, like a real loud genuine laugh that has your eyes closing.

“My God...” He sighs, admiring the way you look in the moment. Heartwarming just from the sound of your laughter. Even when it stops, you're still wearing that pretty smile on your lips and he can't help but stare. He's vaguely realizing that he's screwed. Figuring if he's that affected just from the sound of your laugh, there's no way he's getting out now. “Come on, you gonna be my girlfriend?” He's asking one more time, heart rate speeding at the nod of your head.

“Okay. I'll be your girlfriend. Only if you're my boyfriend.” A moment saved to cringe at your corny words. You can't help it, though. He brings out that side of you.

Jimin is smiling wide, leaning in to press a dozen quick pecks to your lips. Smiles growing and laughs slipping as the sounds of his kisses grow louder – sloppier until he's just pressing your smiling teeth together before pulling back to admire your face then repeating it. “I think you might be it.” He's repeating the words he had said to you on your first night together.

You remember how confused you had been then, but now... now you get it. Unsure how he was making that declaration after just one night, but he was just as sure then as he was now. And despite all the confusion buzzing in your head, you were sure of one thing.

“I like you so much.” A confession that he could've guessed, but hearing you say it was a thousand times better than guessing. You're shifting in his arms, back pressed against his chest. The night sky is visible through your large bedroom window, and you find yourself searching for the moon. “I'm not supposed to. Am I?”

Couldn't help the words from falling from your lips. Sure of the way they must put a damper on the mood. The smile doesn't fall from Jimin's lips, instead, he's leaning down to press a soft kiss to your covered shoulder. “Go ahead. I'll protect you.”

Your eyes go wide at his words, wondering if he knows the weight they hold. If he even realizes what he just said. How unbelievably comforting just three simple words were for you to here. Not realizing how badly you needed to hear them until now. He was going to protect you. He said it. Did he mean it?

Wishing a million times that he meant it. Sending every last hushed prayer straight to the moon shining down on the two of you. Quietly Jimin admires you, hoping that you know how serious he is about you. That he intends to keep every promise made to you because you deserve it. He lays there, watching you watch the moon.

“We should pack up and go there, just you and me.” A soft laugh falls from your lips, shaking off the loving tension that rises in your chest. Turning in his grip, you're easily circling your arms around his waist. “The whole thing for just us two? Won't it get boring?”

There's that playful smirk resting on his pretty lips, his shoulders lifting in a slight shrug. “I'm sure we can find a way or two to past the time,” Teeth scraping against his lower lip before he's leaning in to trail a line of wet kisses over the length of your neck.

His kisses tickle, pulling a string of giggles from your lips. You don't remember the last time your heart has been this happy, this content. Head leaning back to give his mouth more room to work, fingers knitting in the soft strands of his hair.

“I'd go with you... if you asked me to.”

Jimin is pulling back from your neck almost instantly. Eyes scanning over your features and smiling growing. You had laughed it off when he said it to you first when he said he'd get try to get the moon for you. Of course, it had been a joke – come on, it was the moon. He wasn't some super villain in an after school special, but to have you quoting him... looking at him with that sincerity in your eyes. It was all he needed to know that you were all in.

So was he.

– girl code rule #1: never, ever, under any circumstances fall for your best friend’s crush. but what happens when your best friend’s crush checks all the boxes of your ideal guy… and to make matters worse… he’s crazy about you too.

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Dulce Periculum Pt. 1

Summary: Devious and devilish, your two new impish hybrids never miss a chance to torment you for your hopeless attraction to them, knowing exactly what they do to you. But is sly sexuality and enigmatic allure all there is to the tiger and wolf hybrid, or do the depths of their eyes hide something more for you? Part 1/2.

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 7.2k

Pairings: Tiger Hybrid!Taehyung x Reader X Wolf Hybrid!Jeongguk

Warnings: Taehyung and Jeongguk have no shame, arrogance galore, filthy smut in part 2, swearing, mentions of blood, mild violence, anime style nosebleeds.

Part 1 | Part 2 (complete)

A/n: Enjoy!

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The sickening sound of Jeongguk’s foot connecting  with the bear hybrid’s face in what was a flawless display of a spinning wheel kick made you flinch in your seat. The crunch of bones breaking could be heard by even your inferior human ears. The hulking bear hybrid went down like a sack of potatoes, hitting the hard floor of the ring with a dull thud.

Jeongguk huffed out a laugh as he assumed a neutral position, wiping a hand down his sweat soaked washboard abs as he smirked down at the hybrid who was clutching his jaw with both his hands. “I thought bears were supposed to be aggressive in the ring and shit. You fight like a pussy.”

The man on the floor groaned in pain and anger, but try as he might he couldn’t get up, the rivulets of blood dripping down his nose, staining his hands and white of the ring floor indication enough of the result of the fight, but just so it was clear enough the bear hybrid tapped out nonetheless.

Jeongguk rolled his eyes, taking a deep breath to control his laboured breathing. “Put a band-aid on it and stop whining. It’ll be back to normal by tomorrow.”

“Does he really have to do that?”, you mused out loud from where you sat on the bench beside the fighting rings. You watched Jeongguk help the hybrid stand up. “I get that he’s the trainer, the teacher and all that but still. His words make me feel like a pathetic fighter and I’m not even in the ring with him.”

You hadn’t really expected a response from your bench co-occupant, seeing as ignoring you was the norm with the tiger hybrid, hence the snort startled you into turning your head to stare at him.

“That’s because you are a pathetic fighter.” Taehyung  didn’t look at you, busy scrolling through his twitter feed on his phone.

Despite your resolve, which you had tried so hard to harden ever since the two insanely attractive hybrids had come into your life, you found yourself sighing. And it wasn’t a frustrated sigh either, as it should have been considering his totally unwarranted barb about your non-existent fighting skills, it was the dreamy kind. You didn’t understand how he made slouching on a bench,  bored out of his mind while staring blankly at his phone look like a cover spread straight out of a bougie magazine. He unintentionally modelled every little thing he did, like right now you could take a picture of him and photoshop an ad of the device in his hand and no one would blink an eye. You could understand why so many brands clamoured to get him to model for them, though he was particularly picky and selective about who to lend his divinely handsome face to.

“Thanks, Tae.”, you replied, because what did you say to that really? You were always hard pressed to come up with a clever response whenever one of them were in close proximity to you. You swore up and down you were a quick witted person when your two new hybrids weren’t there to cloud your confidence with their sex-on-legs charm and mysterious aura.

“Don’t mention it, Owner. I’m always here to offer you some encouraging words.”, Taehyung muttered with a straight face, his striped tail swishing languidly beside him.

A shiver ran through you, even though the temperature in the gym was completely normal.

Owner. You had told them countless times to call you by your name ever since they came into your life three weeks ago, but every time you did they just smiled at you and went right back to calling you owner. You were convinced they got their kicks off watching you turn red or sputter or stumble all over yourself whenever one of them uttered the word. They knew what effect it had on you and they revelled in it.

You were about to ask him for the nth time not to call you that when the brownish orange ears atop his head twitched and he looked up. You followed suit, making eye contact with your wolf hybrid sauntering towards the two of you with a lazy grin on his face.

Shirtless. Sweatpants riding low. Underwear band showing above the top of the waistband of his sweats. Long hair wet from a shower. Fuck.

From the amused expression on Taehyung’s face you knew he could hear your thundering heartbeat.

“Don’t go getting a heart attack now, Owner. Who’s gonna feed us if we lose you?”

Jeongguk took that moment to reach the two of you. “Who’s getting a heart attack?”, he asked, pulling out a towel from his duffel bag beside the bench and towel drying his hair with it in that way guys did that should not look hot but did.

“No one. Are you ready to go?”, you diverted the conversation, willingly breathing deeply to tame your heartbeat. You did not need their ribbing over your obvious attraction to them right now.

“Yeah, just need to clock out for the weekend. Then we’re driving down to Lean Raw to have lunch.”, Jeongguk informed, chuckling when you made a face at the suggestion. The restaurant he was talking about only served tasteless “healthy food”, no sight of grease or artery-choking deliciousness anywhere.

“We went there last Friday as well.”, you complained under your breath, getting up to follow both of them out of the gym, trying not to stare at Jeongguk’s flexing back muscles as he pulled on a white T-shirt that might as well be see-through, his sleek yet fluffy dark grey wolf tail swaying gracefully behind him.

Jeongguk turned back and you quickly averted your eyes, feigning immense interest in the potted plants lining the gym’s exit.

“You should thank me then. I’m making you eat healthy at least once a week.”

“I eat fine. Not my fault normal is not upto your standards.”, you mumbled as you all reached his black Mercedes parked in the small parking lot for gym employees.

“If you consider subway sandwiches and Chinese takeout six days a week normal, Owner, then you’re asking for that heart attack you were about to get back in there.”, he quipped, winking at Taehyung when the elder hybrid’s amusement broke for a laugh at the stricken look on your face.  

You hurried to duck inside the car, going for the spacious backseat because they never let you drive when one of them were with you, even when you insisted to take your own humble and ancient Honda Accord. Taehyung got in the passenger seat and Jeonnguk in the driver’s, smoothly pulling out onto the road.

Seeing you three together the way you were, it was hard to figure out whether you owned the hybrids or if it was the other way round. People never believed you when you told them the two luxurious, predator hybrids were yours. And they wouldn’t have been had your great-aunt, who remained unmarried throughout her life and amassed a considerable wealth writing books about hybrids, had not unexpectedly died by slipping in her apartment-sized bathroom and breaking her head open on the corner of a marble countertop. Even more unexpectedly, she had willed the two hybrids that she had raised since they were teenagers to you of all people and all her wealth to them. You often thought that she must have had no idea that she’d die so suddenly and unexpectedly, because her will have to have been an interim joke while she figured out exactly who to actually give responsibility of her hybrids to in case of her death.

Or maybe she thought you were the only one who’d not try to extort the wealth she had endowed on her two “kids”. Technically, hybrid inheritance and property laws still prohibited ownership of property by hybrids if their owner hadn’t sanctioned it or gifted it to them, and in the eyes of law everything that belonged to the hybrids belonged to their owners as well. In your opinion, it was well past time such medieval and discriminatory laws were repealed but it didn’t matter anyway because your timid, tongue-tied self was incapable of extorting even an unwilling apology or “thank you” from the two spoiled hybrids, let alone their money.

Maybe your great-aunt was a genius. She knew exactly who would never be willing or able to curb her hybrids’ freedom.

“You guys are so mean.”, you pouted, looking out the window at the slow-passing buildings and dramatically leaning your head against the glass like you were a pitiful, wronged protagonist of an angsty movie.

“You’re just so prone to even a little bit of teasing, Owner. You get all nervous and fidgety, it’s honestly so funny to watch.”, Jeongguk supplied helpfully.

You rolled your eyes. “Glad I could entertain, but stop calling me owner, please. Just call me ___.”

Taehyung smirked at you from the review mirror. “As you wish, Owner.”

Giving up with a huff, you slipped in your earbuds to effectively shut out their teasing and showcase your disgruntlement. The name was an irony at this point, an oxymoron, because you anything but owned them. They had known what effect they had on you from the moment you’d first met them in your great-aunt’s lawyer’s office. You’d given away all your cards from the first meting like the inexperienced, naive idiot you were. You’d toppled over the carpet because you were staring at Taehyung instead of watching where you were going, signed the wrong documents because Jeongguk had flashed a smile your way and literally broken the glass of the table with a jerk of your knee when you’d felt Jeongguk’s hand accidentally brush your denim covered thigh. Even the lawyer tried to cover up his laughter with coughs and sympathetic looks towards you. In short you had been a rambling, awkward mess at the thought of two of the sexiest men/hybrids you’d ever seen living with you and that day had been marked as the most humiliating one in your life, one you’d likely reminisce for years to come whenever you couldn’t sleep late at night and your brain started playing the movie of all the embarrassing moments of your life. And it would be a long one, because even after three weeks living with them you continued to make a fool out of yourself at every reminder of how out of your league they were and how bad of a crush you had on them.

Even though you had earbuds in, you weren’t actually listening to music, too preoccupied with thoughts of your lameness to press play. You could hear everything when Taehyung and Jeongguk started talking.

“You helping me with the shoot tommorow?”, Taehyung asked him. He had a photoshoot for a luxury watch brand coming up which was going to be featured on multiple billboards and magazines. You always did a double take when you spotted Taehyung’s face around the city, on banners, screens and subway ads, had a hard time believing the same man slept across the hall from you.

“Nah, hyung. Jackson asked me to help him out at the club downtown, one of his bouncers quit recently and you know how the weekend rush is.”

Taehyung chuffed in disappointment, the sound so tiger-like you almost smiled. He couldn’t purr like small cat hybrids could, but his chuffs were so damn adorable it didn’t matter.

“Why don’t you take Owner with you?”, Jeongguk suggested, a small tilt to his lips indicating he was joking. Maybe. Nevertheless you shrunk down in your seat to make yourself as small as possible. You did NOT want to go to one of Taehyung’s photoshoots, for many reasons but mainly because you knew what seeing him in his element would do to you and you had clowned yourself enough to last a life time.

Taehyung frowned, running his long, slender fingers over his bottom lip in contemplation. “I would but I don’t want her to get nosebleeds watching me pose for the camera.”

Death. You wanted it.

Staring wide-eyes at your lap you willed spontaneous combustion to incinerate you right then and there. The nerve of him! He was so fucking arrogant but so fucking…spot on, and he said it with such quiet resignation too, like it was the truth of the matter universally accepted that you would, in fact, get nosebleeds watching him pose. But still, was humility not in fashion anymore? You had half a mind to connect your bluetooth to Jeongguk’s car and blast Humble by Kendrick Lamar.

Jeongguk laughed. “You are a smug motherfucker.”

Taehyung was affronted, he shot the wolf a glare. “That’s ‘You are a smug motherfucker, hyung’ to you, brat. Besides, you have no room to talk after that shirtless, just out-of-the-shower thing you pulled on her back there. You knew what you were doing.”

Jeongguk shrugged shamelessly. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that as much as I did.”

Enough.

“I can hear you two animals.”, you said hotly, glaring at them as you crossed your arms across your chest.Jeongguk snorted.

“Animals? Thats what the playground bully called me in kindergarten. You gotta come up with something better than that, Owner.”

Taehyung peeked back at you with mischievous eyes, a playful smile on his face. “Aww, Owner, we knew you could hear us. There’s no music playing in those.” He pointed to the earphones you clutched close to your chest. Of course, how could you forget their superior hearing that just outed you in the gym as well. The pissed off glare you’d aimed at him faltered when you noticed his gaze linger on your chest for a second too long but his eyes were back to yours before you could say anything.

“I would love to take you to the shoot with me, you know. Nosebleeds or not.”

His eyes went hooded and his voice dropped an octave lower than it already was, his baritone rich and deep and sensuous. You stilled, involuntarily bracing for whatever he was about to say.

“I would love to let people know who owns me.”

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Snatching a pristine white paper napkin from the holder, you stuffed it up your nostril, letting it hang from there as you smacked away Taehyung’s hands when he tried to help you.

“You have to tilt your head Owner or the bleeding won’t stop easily.”, he whined, trying to grab your head to make you tilt it. You shrugged him off.

“I don’t need to listen to you. You should be able to see what you did to me.”

“Flawless logic, Owner.”, Jeongguk snickered from where he sat across the two of you. Taehyung had immediately claimed the seat beside you upon entering the restaurant, hovering to make sure you were alright. Jeongguk had also tried to approach you with his hands outstretched but a glare from you had him sitting where he was now.

Taehyung sighed, leaning back in his seat to give you a look of concern but finally leaving you alone. “I was just joking. I had no clue that would happen.”

You didn’t want to talk about yet another one of your now infamous daily embarrassments, not having the willpower to confront your failings at the moment. You changed the subject. “Can we order please? I’m starving.”

Jeongguk signalled for a waitress but kept his eyes on you, a frown coming on to his beautiful features. “Did you skip breakfast again? I made you an omelette and cut up some fruits before leaving for work in the morning.”

“Oh did you?”, you asked sardonically, raising your brows and turning to look pointedly at your tiger hybrid. “I didn’t happen to find it.”

A guilty look crossed Taehyung’s face immediately, his orange and black ears almost folding over on his head. He rushed to explain himself. “I didn’t know it was for her! In my defence I offered to make her some pancakes to compensate but she refused. I did manage to get some cereal in her though.”

You were already speaking before Jeongguk could impart another one of his healthy eating lectures on you. “I was getting late to meet my friend, I didn’t have time to eat.”

The wolf hybrid shook his head in disappointment, making you feel strangely guilty. You were an adult dammit, you didn’t need to explain your eating habits to your own hybrid.

Thankfully the waitress took that moment to come take your order, saving you from any more chastisement from the hunk of muscle and soft fur sitting across from you. But a look towards the cute blonde standing beside your table, bending down low to show her modest cleavage, smiling at your hybrids like she was a kid in a candy store (or a waitress who’d just won the hot customer table lottery), had your mood tumbling right back down in the gutter.

It really shouldn’t have, you should be used to this by now. People, women and men, stared at your hybrids wherever they went, you had first hand witnessed a woman run into a pole whilst almost turning her head 180 degrees to keep staring at Taehyung and Jeongguk. You didn’t blame them, they were a hard pair to ignore. Especially when they were together, they oozed a confidence and charisma so magnetic that along with their otherworldly attractiveness, it tended to leave the people around them slack jawed, awed and/or jealous. But the most befuddling part was that they didn’t have to do anything for it except be themselves. If they noticed the attention on them, they were either used to it or consciously ignored it because you’d never witnessed them giving a fuck about what others thought about them or saw them as, and that just added to their charm even more.

Like now. They were doing nothing out of the ordinary but a sweeping glance around you informed you that almost all women and some men seated inside the healthy-crap selling establishment were either blatantly staring at them or trying to steal glances in between conversation and eating. They turned heads wherever they went, this was nothing new. So why did you feel a headache oncoming?

“Hi, my name is Lea. What can I get you boys?”, the waitress chirped, her million watt smile illuminating your table and worsening your headache.

You sighed in resignation, not at all surprised by your exclusion in her greeting. Whenever you were with your two hybrids, you might as well be thin air, except that one time when that pre-pubescent kid in the park had asked you if you were their maid.  

Jeongguk smiled at her, and you swore even you could hear her heartbeat double up. “Just water, while we decide please. Thank you.”

“Of course.” She wrote something on her notepad, making you scowl. Did she really need to remember something as simple as water? You saw her surreptitiously glance at Taehyung as she made to leave, and apparently the tiger hybrid noticed too, a smirk curling on his lips before he shot her a wink. The waitress stumbled over nothing, almost face planting in someone’s food. Felt good to not be the only one making a fool of herself over the two men. You ignored the irrational irritation simmering deep in you at the sight of one of them semi-flirting with a woman.

They were very respectful towards your home space in terms of never bringing anyone home for the night, even though you hadn’t said anything to the effect, but you were hundred percent sure they more than got their needs fulfilled without you ever coming to know of their escapades, it was impossible that they didn’t, looking the way they did and the sheer number of propositions they got on a daily basis.

You snapped open your menu in search of the least healthy option available when Taehyung addressed you.

“I wasn’t joking about you coming with me to the shoot, you know.”

When you said nothing, he grumbled out, “Owner, I’m talking to you. You look absolutely ridiculous with that napkin stuffed up your nose by the way.”

You gave him the stink eye, ignoring his last quip. “Why do you want me there? You always have your agent and staff with you.”

Jeongguk answered for him, leaning back to rest his arm across the back of the bench in a way that did wonders for his biceps and had you momentarily distracted. “He gets restless when he’s around strangers for a long time. Ideally hyung can manage it but during long shoots it helps when someone he has scented accompanies him.”

“Scented?” You frowned, not understanding. Your knowledge of hybrids was embarrassingly scant and whatever you knew about their behaviours had been acquired in the last three weeks of living with the two.

Jeongguk looked at you, surprised, before sharing a look with Taehyung that you couldn’t quite comprehend. “Um…”

“If you’re worried about getting more nosebleeds, you don’t need to. You can stay in the trailer during the whole thing and I can come get you when I need you.” Taehyung cut off whatever Jeongguk was about to say, speaking to you in a tone that bordered on placating. Pitying.

The mercury was rising on your temper thermometer. One thing you absolutely hated was being pitied. It was bad enough that they knew how you felt about them, how helplessly attracted you were to them. You could even excuse their teasing words and occasional jokes at your expense. But pity, you could not take. An idea formed in your head as you sat there stewing in your vexed emotions.

“No, thank you.”, you snapped, a little more crassly than you perhaps should have but Taehyung’s surprised face was worth it. You normally never spoke in anything but a diffident manner. “I have plans this weekend.”

A frown replaced his surprise rather quickly. “What plans? You didn’t say anything about any plans.”

“You normally stay at home during weekends to read those steamy books you love so much.”, Jeongguk added, looking at you with curiosity. At your shocked face he smiled crookedly and felt the need to further elaborate. “You know the ones with the ripped dudes on the cover.”

You sucked on your tongue, internally enraged but forcing yourself to not react and rise up to his bait. Anger and embarrassment were not a good combination for you, so when you spoke your voice was sharp enough to cut. “How would you know what I “normally” do on weekends? You two have only been living with me three weeks. Don’t presume that you know the first thing about me.“

It was Jeongguk’s turn to look surprised, likely because you’d never spoken to them that way. He shared a glance with Taehyung and because you weren’t looking at him you missed the “tone it down” gesture he made to the younger with his hand and Jeongguk’s subtle nod to it.

The wolf hybrid slowly reached across the table and picked up your hand. Looking contrite, he apologised. “I’m sorry, Owner. You’re absolutely right. I spoke out of turn. Will you please tell us what are your plans for this weekend?”

You almost answered them but the words stalled in your throat when a thought occurred. “Why do you guys want to know?”

Jeongguk looked like he was at a loss for a second. Smoothly, Taehyung picked up your question, saving the younger from coming up with an appropriate excuse. “For security, Owner. We just want to know you’ll be safe. Can you really begrudge us your mere whereabouts when we’ve recently lost our previous owner so easily?”

He knew he was being underhanded playing the dead owner card, but Taehyung had never been one for propriety.

As expected your eyes softened at the mention of your deceased Aunt. You shrugged, giving in. “I’m gonna go clubbing with some friends.”

The truth was you hadn’t been out partying in a long while, hadn’t had an orgasm given to you by someone else in even longer and you felt that this painful attraction to your two hybrids might just be more exasperating because of these factors. A night of drinking, dancing and maybe a good lay just might help. Or not. But you had to try and get over your unrequited crush over your hybrids, who were way out of your league.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice how the they had suddenly straightened to give you all of their attention, until Jeongguk broke the silence with a bark. “Who?”

You raised your brows.

He cleared his throat, voice calmer when he repeated. “Who? That girl who works under you? What’s her name? Mary, Maddie, err, Maggie? I can’t remember.”

“My assistant, Masie? Ugh, no. Just some people I’ve been friends with since college I guess.”

They frowned at your vague answer but before they could question you further the waitress returned, a suspicious new sheen of bright red lipstick on her lips which wasn’t there before. Taehyung noticed you roll your eyes at her, making him smile secretively.

Jeongguk turned on his charm on her, something you’d noticed he couldn’t help but do with people,  but you were hundred percent certain what he presented was a front. Like a computer which produced the same output every time you give the same command, no matter who gave it. You could shuffle his interactions with strangers interested in him with each other, and it wouldn’t make any difference. They all fell for it hook, line and sinker.But you didn’t feel like watching him make the poor girl more flustered than she already was today.

You turned your gaze to the menu, tuning out the sound of the waitress going on an in-detail spiel about her favourite dishes available when Jeongguk was gonna order the same thing he did last time.

Taehyung’s shoulder nudged you softly, and you looked up to see his soft smile directed at you. It disarmed you for a second.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, making you shiver slightly. “Do introduce us to your friends.”

You promptly glanced back at the menu. Hell, no.

********

The next day you found your luck shining on you. Three flyers for a downtown club named Lithium which was offering free drinks for the code printed on them, were stuffed in your mailbox along with other junk.  As usual, when it came to actually going through with your plans you had been dithering, both laziness and your mild agoraphobia making a simple task such as going out with some friends seem like a herculean effort. As if the huge amount of money you’d spent on getting therapy for your anxiety wasn’t reason enough to enjoy your better state of mind once in a while.

You messaged some of your friends, the ones you knew were unlikely to turn down an offer of drinking and partying. Your college friends Naeun and Sooyoung accepted immediately. Giddy with excitement, you spent your day flitting about the house and pampering yourself with every skin care product you owned and scrubbing and waxing yourself down to a polish, not one prickly hair in sight.

It helped that Taehyung was out for his shoot and Jeongguk was out doing god knows what, it’s not like you pried into their lives. Even though it was the more heedful thing to do to know about their whereabouts because if hybrids got into trouble with the authorities out on their own, nobody could save them except their owners. You felt a little relieved that they were prudent enough to wear their collars whenever they were out on their own, though Taehyung wore his wrapped around his wrist like a bracelet.

At the thought of Taehyung you stopped rummaging your closet to rub your chin in contemplation and a little guilt. You could swear he was pouting when he left home this morning for work, looking at you out of the corner of his eyes when it became absolutely apparent that you would not accompany him to the shoot. You also remembered Jeongguk’s soft murmer of appreciation because you’d woken up early to make him breakfast just how he liked, he’d touched your waist lightly while doing so, making you almost drop your plate.

Sighing you glanced back at your closet, your gaze flitting to the deep blue number you’d bought on impulse but never worn. You didn’t feel like you had the confidence to carry risqué clothing, so your more revealing purchases almost always remained untouched in your closet. But you still remembered the happenings of yesterday, you would not pity yourself like they did. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen? Ending up looking like a literal clown was better than making a fool of yourself every other day. You pulled out the deep blue halter dress that moulded to your curves like a second skin and ended at mid-thigh.  

Sooyoung and Naeun brought a bottle of vodka for little prep drinking before you went out. Naeun looked absolutely gorgeous in her slinky black dress and sky-high heels, towering over you as she hugged you. Sooyoung was dressed like she was going to a bdsm club. She was pushing past you to get to the kitchen and pulling out shot glasses before you could even say a word in greeting to her. Naeun and you followed her.

“So who are we getting over?”, Naeun chirped as she grabbed her shot.

“What do you mean?”, you asked nonchalantly, cutting up a melon and getting some salt.

You could feel Naeun stare even though you weren’t looking at her.

“You don’t fool us, ___, we’ve known you since college. You would never willingly go out unless it was absolutely imperative. You’re clearly looking for a distraction.”, Sooyoung gave you a knowing look before downing her first shot like it was water and she a fish.

You laughed, but even to your own ears the sound came out as awkward. “Can’t a girl just let loose with her friends once in a while just for the heck of it.”

Sooyoung exchanged a troubled glance with Naeun, the action reminding you of the subtle glances your two hybrids often exchange with one other, instantly putting a damper on your mood. You were sick of feeling like the butt of some inside joke you were never privy to.

Sooyoung saw your scowl and touched your hand.“We just meant it is unlike you. Even once in a while.”, she assured while reaching for the bottle.Naeun narrowed her eyes at you, making you go tense.

Ever the straightforward one, she never minced her words. She had a reputation for reducing many a guy and girl to tears with her honesty, including you. “I’m sure its got nothing to do with the two hybrids you now own. I saw the pictures in the living room by the way, they’re certainly a sight for sore eyes. Did you fuck them yet?”

You should have expected it but her crass words made you immediately defensive anyhow. “What?! No! I don’t- it’s not like that between us.”

“Between you and them or between them and you?”

“What the fuck does that even mean?” You downed your shot then, already itching to get out there and forget everything happening in your life.

Sooyoung answered for Naeun. “What she means, in Naeun-speak, is if it’s you who wants to keep it “not like that” or them? What’s the tea? C’mon tell us. ”, she imitated your voice, sounding way more annoying than you did. You hoped.

You rolled your eyes on an exasperated sigh. “You guys are looking for “tea” where there is not even a drop of water.”

Naeun pretended to check her one inch glittery gold fake nails. “If that’s so, you don’t mind me asking for their numbers right? It’s been a long time since I’ve been the filling in a sexy hybrid sandwich.”

After a few seconds of you staring at your two friends wide-eyed and them looking at you expectantly, you threw in the towel. “No, I’m not gonna give you their numbers. Can we go already?”

“Sure.”, Sooyoung got up, swinging an arm around your shoulder as she led you to the front door. Naeun followed behind with a smug expression you wanted to slap off. “We’re gonna get you a good lay and you’re gonna forget all about them. Good dick is good dick, no matter where it comes from.”

You made a face. “There’s so much wrong with that sentence.”

******** Club Lithium was jam packed, the weekend crowd clearly evidenced in the long queue of dressed up people that had greeted you outside. You had fully expected to wait outside till your toes went numb in the blue suede pumps you had selected to go along with your dress, but seeing you three approaching the entrance, a bouncer had broken away from his guard at the door to tell you about the random selection for entrants they were doing from people in the line. Which was odd because you hadn’t even joined the queue yet.

You eyed his suspiciously but Sooyoung was jumping at the chance before you could second guess anything, expressing gratitude by bounding upto him to clutch his bicep as he led you all inside.

“I think the girls are doing their job.”, Naeun observed, adjusting her cleavage for maximum potential. You laughed as you entered the club, darkness surrounding you immediately as strobe lights in red and blue occasionally flashed and gave you a glimpse of a crowded dance floor and a bar spanning the entire left side of the club. The mix of bass and thrumming drum beats was already making you itch to move to the rhythm even with just one shot in your system.

You absolutely loved to dance. It didn’t matter that you weren’t all that good at it, you could dance to anything and everything, even silence when you were alone in your apartment with an imaginary song playing in your head. Even if you didn’t find anybody to go home with today, if you were able to dance till your feet hurt you’d consider it a successful night out. Your friends knew this.

Sooyoung took your hand to drag you to the bar, shouting over the music. “Let’s get more shots so we can dance already.”

An adorable looking cat hybrid was manning the bar. His fluffy tail flicked as you signalled for his attention, a wide smile immediately coming on to his face as he greeted you. “My name is Yoongi. What can I get you guys?”

As Sooyoung answered him, you couldn’t help but stare meanwhile. He really was adorable. White tail and ears and a head full of platinum hair, he looked unreal. His black collar shone with a big circle cut diamond hanging from the centre. He was clearly much appreciated by his owner. You wondered if you could get away with gifting something like that to your hybrids. As much as they called you owner, you never got an inkling that they truly acknowledged your ownership enough to accept a symbol of it from you. You didn’t want to step on any toes.

“You look a little lost.” Yoongi’s voice made you snap your gaze to him. He slid your drink towards you.

You downed the shot as quickly as you could before answering him. “Just thinking about my hybrids.”

Yoongi didn’t look surprised, though he leaned his elbows on the bar top in curiosity. “What kind of hybrids do you own? I’m my owner’s only hybrid, I can’t imagine having to share his attention with another.”

“Tiger and wolf.”

Yoongi wrinkled his nose, looking even cuter if that was possible. “Wild predators. We got a wolf h—“

A cheery voice cut him off as a handsome man came down the other side towards Yoongi to fluff up his hair. “I hope you’re not getting distracted again, Yoongi.”

Yoongi huffed as he swatted away his hand. “I’m not. I’m just talking to the customers, Jackson.”

Jackson reached for his hair again, smiling deviously, making the hybrid duck away to escape. You tilted your head, a small smile on your face. What would happen if you made to ruffle Taehyung or Jeongguk’s hair? You had a sudden inexplicable urge to find out.

Leaving the bar you joined your friends on the dance floor. Hip thrusting and body rolling your heart out to the hip hop and EDM fusion beat. As the night progressed, you downed three more shots, thoroughly tipsy when Naeun grabbed you from behind for a less than platonic dance with her, grinding on each other and making many men on the dance floor drool over the sight of you two.

After your sixth shot, you were officially gone to the world as you moved on the dance floor. When an unfamiliar pair of hands snaked around your waist, you didn’t do anything to stop them, didn’t even turn around when a distinctively male, unfamiliar voice whispered in your ear from behind.

“You’re so fucking ho—hghk.” And just like that the hands disappeared and the presence gone from behind in a rush of air.

“Huh?” Slightly confused but the alcohol in your system muddling your intelligence, you made to look over your shoulder but another pair of muscular hands were replacing the previous ones before you could.

The body that moulded to yours thrummed with testosterone and something dangerous, the heady musk of maleness and something wild but eerily familiar making you simultaneously a little scared but comforted. You moved languidly together, though the music was anything but.

He towered over you, you could tell, his chin brushing the top of your head. He didn’t say anything, just held you impossibly close and danced with you like he had all the time in the world. The alcohol you had consumed was making you uncharacteristically bold, you leaned your head against his shoulder and when the music switched to something more sultry, you slowly took his hands in yours to trail them up your waist.

For a few seconds he didn’t do anything, but soon enough he was taking your prompt and running his veiny hands up your body. When his hands brushed the underside of your breasts, a sigh escaped your lips even as your failing inhibitions tried to contain it. “Yes.”

You threw caution to the wind when one of his fingers almost touched a nipple through the fabric of your dress. Taking his hands in yours, you placed them firmly on your breasts, undulating your hips to the beat to rub against his pelvis.

A curse left his lips that he muffled against your hair, hooking the the curtain of it that fell over your right shoulder with his fingers to bare your neck to him. He pressed his mouth to the sensitive skin there, and you had inkling he was also doing it to not let any more sounds escape him.

Reaching a hand behind you, you grabbed a thick thigh, urging him to not let any space between you. He bit your neck at the action, sucking on the skin to leave a bruise there.

“Fuck yes!”, you moaned, closing your eyes. You were unbearably wet in your lace panties, your thighs rubbing together to alleviate the sensations his touch on your breasts was causing.

When you couldn’t take it anymore, you swiftly turned around to attach your lips to his. Not caring to take a look at his face, the only thing illuminating your surroundings were occasional flashing strobe lights anyway, you went on your tip toes to deepen the kiss, licking his bottom lip for more. He obliged with equal eagerness, clutching the back of your head so that his tongue could explore your mouth.

He tasted divine, smelled even more amazing. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, certain you were going to spend your night in the arms of a strange man that felt like home. You hadn’t expected to actually get laid tonight, but were thoroughly satisfied by how the night was turning out.

Biting his lip, you trailed kisses up his jaw as your hands inched up to card into his thick hair. You were about to whisper into his ear a proposition to leave for somewhere less crowded when your fingers encountered the distinctive shape of ears on his head, the soft fur tickling your skin. You had no clue you were kissing a hybrid.

Surprised, you pulled back to look at the hybrid you’d almost been vertical fucking in front of so many people. The man tried to pull you back in to his lips but you resisted, curious, and when next the lights flashed to illuminate the club momentarily, your heart almost lurched out of your chest in shock.

Jeongguk was staring back at you with heavy lidded eyes, lips swollen from your frantic kisses and a hungry look on his face.

“Won’t you ask me to take you home, Owner?”

You gasped, stumbling back as some sobriety filtered back in. What had you done? This was not supposed to happen. You had promised yourself you’d never let either of them seduce you just for the sake of it. Your heart couldn’t handle it. Couldn’t handle being a notch on their belt when you had to live with them, and knowing your tendency for attachment it was downright dangerous for you to delve into any kind of physical intimacy with them.

But of course, why would they care about your heart. They were as cruel with their inconsiderate handling of your feelings towards them as ever. He could have easily told you who he was, or better yet never approached you in the first place, but they could never pass up a chance to torment you, could they? Your lips were already craving for more, your body still tingling in all the right places, even though you’d done nothing but make out. This is why you never wanted to go down this path, if you didn’t know what you were missing, you wouldn’t want it as much. Now, Jeongguk had ruined even that for you. He likely thought it’d be fun to prank his owner, making your vulnerability the butt of the joke as always. And now you couldn’t go back to just imagining what it felt like kissing them, he’d gone and given you a taste of what you couldn’t have. All for a joke. He must be laughing at you internally for falling into his arms so easily, even without looking at his face.

Self pity and humiliation were a depressing combination, forcing tears into your eyes even as you tried your best to keep them at bay.

Jeongguk had started closing the distance between you again, lust evident on his face, when the sudden suspicious shine in your eyes made him go stock-still.

A horrified, confused look dawned on his beautiful face. “Owner, what-wait—!”

Not letting him speak and fuck up everything more than it already was, you turned to flee the club.  

A/n: let me know what you thought, feedback keeps me writing.

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Betrayal ~ KTH [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 4K

↬↬↬Genre: Ansgt, Mafia Au, no fluff, no happy ending.

↬↬↬Pairing: Mafia!Taehyung x Fem!Reader

↬↬↬WARNINGS: Mentions death, gun wounds, blood, being chained against will, guns

Thunder clapped from the outside of Taehyung's office and you jumped a little as you attempted to do up the buttons of your shirt, your husband had invited you over for lunch but you hadn't known that lunch was you.

"Are you going back home?" He questioned with a frown on his face, he hated the thought of you driving home in the thunderstorm that was happening outside...He hated you driving alone anyway he would much rather have one of his guards escort you home bur after years of being married to you he realised that was never going to happen. You knew you walked around with a target on your back since you were married to one of the leading Mafia families in Seoul but you didn't care for being watched constantly, you felt like you were being babysat.

"I'll be fine Tae, I'll call you when I get back home?" The sound of thunder happened again but you didn't jump this time, you just slid yourself off Taehyung's desk and straightened out the black skirt you were wearing.

"Will you please just take Namjoon? Just to get you home-" He was cut off when your lips touched his, you did this whenever you could to calm him down. You knew what his problem was which made you feel guilty for turning him down on this but it had been years since Soobin had ever been heard about.

"Tae...I will be fine." You promised him leaning across to give him a kiss on the lips, trying to set his mind at ease a little more than it was but it was impossible. He was always going to worry about you whether you liked it or not.

"Fine. Just make sure you take it easy, the roads are slippy when they get wet." He was started to sound panicked, who would have thought it. A Mafia gang leader who'd killed a million people to get where he was today was worried about you,

"I promise." You whispered taking your keys and heading towards his office door, as soon as it opened his henchmen all stood to attention and awaited orders from him as if he was a general in the army.

"At ease boys." You joked patting Jimin on the chest as you walked past him, they all kept their heads straight knowing better than to gaze off after you. Taehyung was far too territorial for that to ever happen.

"Call me!" He yelled out not caring about coming across as worried in front the boys, they'd already seen him at his low points so he had nothing to hide.

"Sure!" You called out to him walking towards the elevator with your head hanging low so that no one would notice you.

"Here, let me help." You turned to your left to see a boy that couldn't have been any older than 18 standing next to you holding out his hands to take the umbrella for you - you were having trouble with it. Out of habit, you looked around nervously to make sure that he was alone,

"Sorry...Do you work here?" You didn't mean to stutter, stuttering was a form of nervousness and you didn't want to come across nervous.

"Yeah, Taehyung hired me a couple of weeks ago. I'm Kai," He held out his hand for you to shake and you smiled shaking it as he opened up the umbrella with ease.

"I'll walk you to your car, can't be too careful Mrs Kim." He looked so innocent and cute that you didn't have the heart to turn him down, he must have been one of the new recruits that Taehyung had been hiring over the last few weeks.

"Thank you," You whispered, he held the umbrella for you as you walked.

"Did you say Kai? I'll have to tell Tae next time I see him what a good job you're doing. Not many people would have stopped even if I was Mrs Kim." You smiled softly at him feeling a little more at ease once you got closer to your car and you knew you would be at home snuggled up on the sofa in no time.

"I could see you struggling and I know what it's like getting your hair wet when you really don't want to." He chuckled waiting for you to unlock the car door before he would make his move, he didn't work for Taehyung but you didn't have to know that right now.

"Thanks again-" You were cut off midsentence when a cloth was placed over your mouth, you threw your head backwards trying to hit him for placing something over your mouth but the more you fought the weaker your body grew. The strong scent of chloroform waved through your nose making it harder for you to keep your eyes open, it was like a heavyweight had been placed on them and it was a struggle to fight the urge to sleep.

When you woke up again you were in the back of a van, your bag was still attached to your hip so you quietly began to look through it but it was hard with no source of light. The van driving you around hit a pothole sending you flying against the back door, you winced holding onto the side of your head as you tried not to cry out in pain.

"She still asleep back there?" The voice you knew belonged to Kai asked, you closed your eyes quickly trying to look as out of it as possible, if they knew you were awake you wouldn't have time to look for your phone in your bag - if they hadn't already searched it that was.

"Out cold." Another voice answered back to him but you didn't know that one, Kai sighed looking out onto the road as he drove you along.

"What do you think he'll do to her?" He sounded worried which was strange for someone who had just kidnapped you, you pushed it away and began looking for your phone but it was gone. They'd either taken it from you or you'd left it in Taehyung's office, either way, you were fucked until they decided to tell you what was going to happen.

"Any news?" Taehyung paced back and forth in his office, he'd been waiting for your call for the last three hours. It was pitch black outside thanks to the autumnal time of year and the rain that had begun hammering down.

"Nothing, should we send someone to the house?" Jin questioned looking at his boss who was starting to look sick, his eyes were sunken with worry and he was beginning to sweat at the thought of this happening all over again. It was how it happened the first time. His first ever love had gone missing one night with no phone call and she was found dead within a few hours of being gone.

"I'll go to the house, Jin you come with me and have the boys search for her car." He ordered out picking up his phone and trying to call you for the 100th time that day but it was going straight to voicemail instead of ringing which meant it was dead or turned off.

"Call me when you get this, please be okay." He was panicking as he rushed out of the building, he knew he should never have let you get your own way with going home he should have sent someone with you.

"I'm sure she might have just fallen asleep at home, you know how tired she gets." Taehyung knew Jin was just trying to make him feel better but it wasn't working. Nothing was going to work until he knew you were safe and sound.

Chains were rattling as you struggled against them, your legs were bound together at your ankles and your wrists were chained together and hanging over a hook. All you could smell was metal and sea air so you were probably on the docks,

"Look! I don't know what you want but you won't get it! Taehyung doesn't care about me!" You knew the drill if you were ever taken act as though you and Taehyung had fallen out, had a fight anything to make sure the bad guys didn't know he was in love with you.

"We both know that's a lie so let's not try that one." A machine turned on to your right and the hook you were attached to began to lift from the ground, you screamed out in shock as you legs were left dangling off the floor your toes barely touching the ground.

"Please let me go, I'll get you whatever it is you want." You whimpered looking around the room for someone to come into sight but there was no one there. It was just a voice coming from somewhere in the building.

"Stop looking, I'll come out and face you when I'm ready." That voice that was speaking you could have sworn you'd heard it before somewhere but you couldn't place where you knew it from or who it could have been.

"Kai where's her phone?" Footsteps were approaching from behind and you hissed as someone touched your head where you'd come into contact with the side of the van.

"You said Taehyung doesn't care about you? How would you explain all of these voicemails and calls?" The voice was closer this time and you struggled against the chains, they were started to dig into your skin and irritate you now that you were being held above the ground. Just as the man was about to hit play on the voicemail the phone began to ring,

"Here he is now, let's have a little fun. Make one wrong move and you die." Something cold was placed against your lower back and it didn't take a genius to work out that it was the barrel end of a gun.

"Taehyung?" You whispered out as the man finally came into view, he was tall taller than Taehyung and he had blue light blue hair.

"Baby?! Where are you?! We got home and you weren't here!" You swallowed the lump in your throat as you looked at the man for instructions, you had no idea what to do.

"I-I'm fine, just got lost-"

"She did not get lost, she's with me." The hook was lifted higher again and you cried out as the chains caused more friction from the sudden movement,

"What are you doing to her!?" His voice came out panicked as he heard your cries in the background of the call, Soobin smirked looking at you up and down as if he was studying you.

"I had a surprise for you since I'm back in town I wanted to give it to you but then I saw Y/n here and I couldn't resist the urge for old times sake." Old times sake? You looked at him closely this time, the way he paced around in front of you with a limp and the small scar he had on the side of his cheek. The harsh reality began to set in on what was going to happen to you,

"Are you done yelling at me? I think my new toy is eager to learn all about me now." The phone was slammed shut but not before Taehyung could trace the destination and start moving to get you.

"I already know all about you." You whimpered out as he came closer to you, he nodded his head.

"Told you all about Mina did he?" He questioned running his hand over your cheek as he reached up to touch it,

"Yes, he did. I was there to look after him after what you did." You spat at him and he chuckled darkly nodding at Kai to lower to the hook again. Once your feet were flat on the floor you let out a breathy sigh only to whimper again when Soobin grabbed onto your face and forced you to look into his eyes.

"Did he tell you she was dead? Died in his arms while he cried out for her to stay with him?" You nodded your head slowly, you knew better than to ignore someone like him when they were talking directly to you. Cooperation was better than being killed on the spot, you weakly looked at him in the eyes and he smirked.

"Did he train you or did you learn from one of his henchmen?" He threw your face away but you only rocked on the hook as you fell backwards.

"Acting like you're not afraid won't get you anywhere, besides it's not you that I want." You frowned until you heard the familiar sound of tires screeching outside,

"Quicker than I thought they would be, I barely had any time to rough you up a little." Soobin tutted at himself but sighed,

"Anyway! Kai! Up!" The hook above you roared to life and you began hissing as you were lifted up into the air once again, your feet just touching the floor as it stopped in the correct place.

"Go and get the other one." He ordered the younger male as he sat down on the steps across from you, he was just watching you closely while he waited.

"How long have you and Taehyung been married?" You fought against the chains that were locking you in place, it was no good but it was better than just hanging around for whatever plan Soobin had cooked up.

"Seven years." You mumbled to him looking him in the eyes as you waited for some kind of sarcastic comment to come back at you.

"Long time to be together, does he love you as much as he loved Mina?" You stayed silent, you knew Taehyung would never love anyone as much as he had loved Mina it was impossible.

The building was easy enough for Taehyung to find it was almost as though Soobin was going out of his way to make this easy for him,

"Long time to be together, does he love you as much as he loved Mina?" The name rang through his ears memories of him and Mina came flooding back to him, all of the happy ones and then the last one of him holding her in his arms promising that everything would be okay.

"I love her more than I loved Mina." He answered as the door pried open, his eyes locked onto your as you yelled out his name. He was met with panic as he saw you hanging there like a pig ready to be slaughtered.

"What do you want Soobin?" He'd do anything if it meant you not being hurt, getting you out of there was the first priority he'd given to the boys telling them he didn't care how they did but it was there only main concern to focus on.

"Where are the boys? I'm assuming some are waiting in the getaway car you have ready for Y/n," Soobin knew everything that was going to happen, he'd planned every possibility out but so had Taehyung, he'd counted on Soobin knowing what was going to happen.

"What do you want from me?"

"I told you I had a surprise for you! Sit down and enjoy yourself!" He chuckled going up to Taehyung and rubbing his shoulders,

"Look I'll even let Y/n down if it'll make this cosier for you." The machine roared and you were flat on the ground,

"Untie her Kai, I'd had to have a lady tied up like this." Everything seemed off, Soobin wasn't acting like himself and Taehyung could sense something wasn't right.

"I want a truce, I knew the only way to get you to talk to me was to take something of yours." You were freed from the chains on your ankles gave way underneath you and you sunk down onto the metal flooring but

"She's yours, but I do have one more thing to show you before we start talking about a truce." A truce? Why would Soobin ever want a truce? The last time he'd seen Taehyung was when he killed Mina and told Soobin he'd never stop until everything he had was his own. Then everyone assumed he was dead because his body had been reported on the news, along with having a huge funeral.

"Beomgyu?" A set of double doors opened behind Taehyung but he was focused on helping you up he hadn't bothered to turn around and look just yet.

"T-Taehyung?!" A female voice called out and as soon as she came into the light you knew her from the photographs that Taehyung had around the mansion back home, Mina.

"Mina?!" She was thrown down harshly onto the floor and he sprinted over to her knocking you down in the process, your heart shattered as you watched the way he looked at her. He'd never looked at you that way, with love so deep in his eyes you could tell just how much he loved you from one glance.

"Yes, Yes, she's alive, weepie." Sarcasm seeped through Soobin's voice as he watched Taehyung embrace Mina in a hug and then glanced back at you with a smirk, you struggled against the chains around your wrist and Soobin walked towards you bending down to help you stand up and lean you against his body.

"This isn't just some happy gift-giving Taehyung." Taehyung turned to look at you and Soobin side by side and he avoided your gaze checking to see if Mina was okay instead of you.

"You have a decision to make Taehyung," A gun was pulled from his pocket and placing it against your temple,

"You get one not both-"

"Mina!" He answered without even stopping to hear the rest of what Soobin had to say,

"What?" You stuttered out watching as he stared down into her eyes, both of them just looking at one another like they had been the ones married for the last seven years.

"T-Tae?" You whimpered when the gun was turned away from you and onto him, Soobin couldn't believe he hadn't even stopped to hear the full question.

"You're an idiot Taehyung," Soobin scoffed glancing between Taehyung and you but ti Taehyung it was as if you weren't even in the room anymore he brought Mina into a loving kiss while Soobin was trying to talk to him,

"LOOK AT ME WHILE I'M TALKING TO YOU!" A warning shot was signalled into the air and you screamed out covering your ears as best you could with your wrists still bound together. Jimin and Jin rushed into the room aiming their guns until they saw Taehyung clutching Mina closer to his body, they lowered their weapons but Jimin's eyes locked onto you but they quickly went back to Taehyung.

"Would you please listen to me?" But it was as if Taehyung couldn't hear anything outside of his Mina sized bubble, watching the way they held onto one another was tearing your heart to shreds. The way he was clutching her face and staring into her eyes,

"Taehyung can't you see what you're doing to everyone around you?" Eyes landed back on you as you realised you were crying, Taehyung looked straight through you as though you weren't sitting there chained up his eyes went back to Mina and Soobin lost it. Aiming his gun at Taehyung and cocking it back,

"NO!" You screamed out jumping in front of Soobin right as he pulled back the trigger, three gunshots sounded out you watched Soobin turn as the bullet entered his head and hit the floor but you dropped down beside the space where Taehyung had been standing.

"Y/n!" Jin's hands made their way to hold onto the right side of your neck trying to get you to stay still but your body was shivering due to the sheer intensity you were feeling in your neck. It was like a burning sensation as you felt a warm liquid began to pool down your back and along your neck,

"J-Jin." Your voice was hoarse from where the bullet had entered your neck and left through the back of it, Jimin was standing beside Soobin and nodded that he was gone.

"Save your voice Y/n," Jin whispered applying pressure to your neck but you shook your head,

"T-Taehyung." You croaked out begging to see him one last time but Mina was clutching onto him terrified something would happen to her next,

"Taehyung! Your wife!" Jin boomed out clearly annoyed at how the man was acting,

"I know it hurts Y/n but you have to hold on okay, Jimin called an ambulance." But he knew there was nothing they could do, your neck was spilling out blood like it was a tap on full.

"I-It doesn't hurt," You whimpered looking at him in the eyes, you were started to see double thanks to the blood loss working its way through your body, a hand was placed over yours and you looked to see Taehyung looking at you. Tears in his eyes as he held onto you,

"It's okay, I'm okay." You whispered to him trying to reassure him that this was fine,

"I-I didn't- I just-" Your hand weakly reached up to cover his mouth and he sighed looking at you.

"You have to hold on okay? We'll get you out of here and back to normal in no time." You shook your head at his words, you knew that you weren't going to make it out of there any time soon so you swallowed the lump in your throat and looked over at Mina.

"L-Love her with everything you've got Taehyung," He shook his head at you, he wasn't about to let you talk about his relationship with Mina as though yours was nothing between you.

"T-Taehyung I can see how much you love her," The bullet wound wasn't burning anymore and you were starting to shiver from the cold you were feeling. Sirens filled the air but your body was starting to go into spasms from the shock you were finally feeling,

"Jin! Do something." But Jin slowly lifted his hands away from your neck when he felt your pulse stop beneath his fingers, he looked at you and your eyes were glazed over.

"She's gone Tae." He whispered looking at Taehyung who was also covered in your blood, Jin began stripping out of his jacket trying to cover you up until the paramedics got to the scene but Taehyung was staring down at your hand that was still locked with his.

"No! No, she's alive!" Mina walked over to him slowly pulling him away from your body so that the paramedics would be able to do their job as soon as they entered the room but there was nothing they or anyone else could do.

"She saved my life!" He yelled throwing his fist into a metal contain nearby, they were out on the bay near their cars while you were being carried out to be taken to a coroner.

"Tae calm down." Mina rubbed his shoulders but he shoved her away, it wasn't her touch that he wanted to comfort her right now. He wanted you to be the one that was comforting him, holding him but you were gone. He was watching you being wheeled into the back of an ambulance.

"FUCK!" He screamed out throwing his fist into the side of the container once more but this time breaking his knuckles, he cried out silently as he clutched his hand in his other one. Still stained in your blood he sobbed dropping to his knees as the ambulance pulled away, everyone gave him space knowing that being around him right now was bad news. He needed time to be alone and go through everything he needed to alone right now. Mina begrudgingly got into the car that Jin was starting up, she didn't want to leave him there to deal with this alone but he needed to in order to get over you.

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[nightswithkookmin]

MONDAY, JANUARY 18TH: GOLDY'S LOG

I miss Suga. Scratch that. I miss Agust D. My spirit animal.

I've been thinking about him a lot lately, wondering if his injury isn't an exemption to military service. I wonder if he qualifies, in light of his injury, as an able body. I wonder what their law defines as able body.

I wonder if he passed the legal physical exam and health assessment test when he turned 19, since he's had that injury way before debut. Or if BTS have undergone that mandatory military service assessment since they are all past 19 and what their results are.

Jimin has chronic back pain too. That should qualify him for an exemption to military duty. He can still do desk work if it's that serious.

I should talk to ***** and look into South Korea's law on exemptions to military service.

Moon values the arts and culture industry. There's already been an extension for conscription for the benefit of BTS. Their success and longevity in the spot light perhaps influenced this decision. Should BTS maintain this momentum, an exemption would be inevitable I feel.

I miss them. They've been gone for too long. I'm worried about the impact this is going to have on their popularity if they disconnect from fans for so long or be mechanical about the way they connect with their fans.

I hate the limited access to them. But Scarcity increases the value of a product and it's not surprising if this is the approach BigHit is adopting in the wake of the pandemic.

Limited access not only raises value, it creates demand. Bang PD is a bigbrain marketing genius- I hate it.

They are taking a huge risk with this new marketing strategy. Personally, I'd stick to what works but then I am no marketing guru. Just a consumer who likes to play it safe. I guess I won't be getting hired anytime soon. Fuck.

It's all very fascinating.

What's equally fascinating is the shippers out here on these streets. The Jokers.

I... they confuse the hell out of me sometimes.

How are they going to question my rationality when I talk about moments I feel Jikook are having issues in their relationship or had broken up etc but then have no problem with and even applaud that same rationality when I talk about moments that has led me to believe there is lack of depth in Tae Kook's dynamics or that they are not real by any standard or that another ship in BTS isn't real.

Do I have two minds? Or are they more inclined to be selective in their beliefs based on their biases towards Jikook and against other ships? It's weird.

By the same lens I define Jikook as real, I define Tae Kook or any other ship that includes JK and Jimin as not real. And by that same lens if I feel Jikook aren't together then I'm wrong and irrational?

It really confounds me.

Not sure if they expect me to apply double standards to Jikook in those instances.

I don't think there is right and wrong opinions or perspective when it comes to shipping, but I think if they are right about me being wrong about my perspective on Jikook then I must be wrong about my perspective on any other ship in BTS as well.

I can't be right about one and wrong about another. I'm either right about all or wrong about all.

I can't be 'right' about Tae Kook having 'issues' in their bond in such a way I think it often bars them from fully nurturing their bond and developing depth to it but then be 'wrong' about Jikook also having issues that mess with their bond from time to time when it's the same measurement I use in accessing the depth of bond of both ships.

I really don't understand their way of thinking.

What is right and what is wrong and who decides on that?

I think we ought to substitute right and wrong with 'believe and believable.' The approach to such discourse should be about what one is willing to believe or not believe about certain discussions: I believe this. I don't believe that. Because believes stem from our personal biases towards a subject.

And the people that come running to me with 'look, Jikook smiled at each other in On era so change your mind'

I would except I hear this debate all the time. I wonder if they realize they sound exactly like the Tuktukkers in my DMs trying to convince me Tae Kook is real.

'Look Tae sat on JK's laps! How can you say there is no depth to Tae kook' ' He squished JK's cheeks' 'Jk said he wants to ride with Tae, if there was no depth why did he say he wanted to ride with him'

I have a feeling Soft Koo is back. The days of Terminator JK might be over. Too bad, I liked terminator JK. He was a bad ass.

I like that he is experimenting with his looks. But I'm glad his Ravi-esque phase is over. I wonder who he is drawing inspiration from this time. He reminds me of Jimin though. There is something peaceful and serene about his looks.

Can't really tell much because Bighit is sitting on tons of footages. I think I need to send a truck to Bang PD HQ.

I don't like that Jimin posted a Vhopemin photo for Tae's birthday. It was cute and all but I don't like it. That shit felt passive aggressive as fuxk. Lmho. What, he didn't have a V or Vmin photo in his gallery? Sounds like someone didn't put much effort in their VMin agenda for this post.

I wonder if he will keep the same energy come JK's birthday. I mean both him and Tae didn't post for him💀

May be I'm reaching on this one. But a single post where V was not even the focus of the post... I think his birthday means a lot to him and he enjoys when people shower him with love and attention and I don't think his birthday is an exception.

And he kept reiterating after such said birthday how he recently discovered he loves to be loved and how he does most of the things he does in order to be loved by his fans, friends and family.

And it breaks my heart that, the headlines read BTS shower X, Y with love on his birthday but the two people close to him were missing from that list this time. The media talks about BTS posting for eachother as them showering eachother with love. Certainly they all know this.

And the fact Jin posted for Tae after Tae's birthday says a lot about Tae and JK. Tae had no intention of posting perhaps because he left JM a message on the packages. With Jin I feel he was overcompensating for not posting for him on his birthday...

JK gets a pass. If JM wasn't happy about him not posting for his birthday, he would have pulled a Jin.

Jimin talking about coming to the realization he loves to be loved makes me think JK withholding his affections openly made him come to the realization he loves to be loved. Just a hunch. And the only reason JK would withhold his affections is if Jimin himself estopps him. Those two give me headaches.

I think I got the closure I needed from this.

LESSON: dont get on JM's bad side and bloody post for his birthday 💀

Tae been releasing photos of Jimin and Jhope a lot lately. Not sure how that makes me feel either. I think it's beautiful. But when I think about all these beautiful photos he has of Jimin on his phone and how generous he is with them- I think they would have been more meaningful had he released it on JM's birthday. The snow photo he posted still sits in my Vmin heart somewhere.

I really don't like this not posting for each other's birthday business. It's 2021. They need to cut it out.

I feel JK set a bad precedent but personal happiness first so good for him.

This moment haunts me for some reason.

What was going through V's head. I want to know. RM looks done. Lol.

Jimin is really beautiful. I love his eyes when he smiles and the thing he does with his shoulders.

Some people complain I write a lot. Some say I don't write enough. Ayayayai!!!!!!

What to do.

I think I accidentally deleted a post.

I'm looking forward to JKK1. Stay Gold, Still with you, Your eyes tell... I hope he hasn't given his best away cos those were bops.

PJM1... oh God I'm nervous. I'm excited for it but nervous. I think Serendipity is a classic. The Christmas song was equally great and frankly the only good Christmas Ive heard so far and I don't even like Christmas- nothing against Baby Jesus I just think it sucks. That bridge in Dis-ease is something.

I want to read his thoughts. His spotify playlist is insightful but I want to confirm if he really sees himself as a mess who is always causing his lover grief.

I mean he did say he has realized he needs to be considerate towards those that love him. Not sure yet the connection there.

I want to read his thoughts.

PJM1....

I love JHOPE. I think his ship with Jimin is beautiful and healing. They make my insides warm. Not sure if their shippers think they are real. Do they? That would be awkward.

I think RM and Jimin need to spend time together... it would be good for them.

Jimin and Sungwoon shippers are alleging Jimin has been staying with Sungwoon all this while. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

But the bit about him living with Sungwoon before the start of Bon V 4 has me🤔

Around that period, I don't believe JM was at the dorms and Jikook were not together then too. He must have been staying somewhere...

I'll let them have that.

But around November 2019 when he was having issues with JK he was staying with Tae too so no I don't think that means Sungwoon is queer or that Jimin is sleeping with him💀

They need to get out of their imaginations.

I think Jikook will drive me crazy one day.

I can feel my cranium swelling.

JiRose shippers need to pack it up. They really think Jimin is straight? 💀

It's the bad editing for me.

That doesn't look like a straight face to me. Unless his butt was on fire and he was uncomfortable looking at that black interviewer, I think that's his flirting face.

Lately I've been thinking about what ifs.

What if Jikook is not real?

I wish I believed that.

[chateautae]

i read act 3, and sammy u are a genius. a super awesome, extraordinary, out of thus world genius who knows how to break and mend her readers in a single read. the fluff made my heart flutter, the smut made something else flutter and the angst ripped me apart, but it was all SOOOO FUCKING AWESOME!!!!!! my heart literally stopped when jin walked through the doors of the library because he's my ultimate bias and tae is my bias wrecker. i could relate with oc being mesmerized by both of them cause man they are just 🤤🤤🤤 but honestly, after reading all three acts, i came to a conclusion that OC is a bitch. a bloody bitch who i wont hesitate to drop kick and fling into the depths of Tartarus itself😡😡😡 she wanted a fairy tale romance, but was she really willing to give tae the royalty that he gave her? he did everything for her: opened up abt his past, fell in love with her even when it scared him because of his past trauma, LITERALLY SAVED HER LIFE, but what did she do for him?? she was soo stuck up on getting a ring and a piece of paper to confirm his commitment to her that she never saw all the efforts he took for her. he read all her fav classic books, remembered everything that made her happy, gave her emotional support whenever she needed it, a house to live in when she didnt have one, loved and protected her from all the horrible things that could ever happen to her. sure he fucked up when kate came into the scene, but couldnt oc forgive him? especially after getting millions of calls, messages and even hand written letters?!??! he stayed out in the freezing winter on valentine's day just to apologize and win her back, but she shut him out. its obvious that he'll grow tired and stop at a point. he cant be blamed for being with someone else, and even then he clearly told the blondie that she was nothing more than a rebound before they even started. he was there when her grandfather passed away and cared for her even after everything that she put him through. he kept on saying that she's the only one for him but still she flirted with jin while sleep with tae and leading both men on, not just once but on multiple occasions, especially with tae. she knew tae's insecurities and traumas but she weaponized it against him and called him weak, which was a real low blow. and after all of this, she went and dated jin in a few months even without putting 0.1% of efforts that tae put when she walked away?!!??! she claimed that she loved tae, but honestly, idt she did. agreed it was toxic, but that was because tae always gave and she kept taking and taking. fine, u are with jin, then STAY with him; u cant just leave him after a year when tae appears and goes down on a knee. tae was ready to have kids with her, live a domestic life with her, give her everything she ever wanted so that her fairy tale love would come true, but marriage is not the ultimate form of commitment. he kept saying that she's the only girl he'd ever be able to love when love itself was something that he grew up hating, and still she chose a 'safe option'. u cant have a back up when u are falling in love!!! she wronged tae by leading him on and that poor guy still blamed himself for all that went wrong. idt oc deserves tae or even jin for that matter. sorry for this aggressive rant, but i could feel what tae felt all the while as i have been in such a relationship where i kept giving and the other person kept taking and taking and still walked away in the end. tae should be with someone who equally loves him back and is super sure abt her love, not someone who keeps a 'safe option' ready while sleeping with him.

PLEASE LOVES AHH!! Tysm for your sweet and heartfelt words it really makes me feel like I accomplished my goal as an author <33 YES the discourse of these character i've enjoyed so much and there really is a lot our baby tae did for reader! I'm so glad I could get you engaged and invested in the story like this 💓 it's truly upsetting when you're in a one-sided relationship. I had a back and forth type one for a good five years and lord... sometimes you realize how stupid you are for doing so much for someone who ain't even worth it!! but their love was just so beautiful and something to fight for so our firefighter did!! thank you for reading loves <33

#jyp1204 #inbox #feedback: heart of the flame

[gimmethatagustd]

only here to sin (final teaser) | kth

When your genius of a boyfriend returns to Harvard for his sophomore year of college, you never would have expected to have his worst enemy keeping you entertained in his absence.

She text me I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you But how the fuck can you hate me?

When I ain't did shit, but be the real thing She know I'm the real, that'll never change I never been the one, to try to explain While you catch them feels I'ma sip on this drank

» pairing: fuckboy!taehyung x fem!reader (ft. namjoon)

» genre: BTS | 18+ | enemies to lovers | smut | angst

» release date: september 17, 2022

» teaser wc: 689

» teaser warnings: marijuana | reader is an emotional mess | tae is acting Soft™ | references past sexual intimacy (fingering) | reader def has a hand kink (don't we all when it comes to him?) | tae really likes using pet names

» notes: i know i've taken AGES to finish this series. tbh i was just gonna leave it as a 3-part, but i realized i wanted more ~closure~ for the characters. i hope part 4 also answers some questions i left unanswered *cough*whythefuckistaehyunglikethis*cough* pls enjoy this teaser to remind you of the mess that is ohts!

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» what was jai listening to? a fuckboy spotify playlist

“Jagiya,” Taehyung murmured, running his hand along your thigh in a soothing massage. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

You shook your head and dried your tears. All you felt was a deep-rooted numbness that started in the middle of your chest, seeping into every crevice and limb. Brynn said sometimes with emotions there was nothing to do but ride the wave. 

You were going to ride the wave. 

Taehyung led you to his apartment, his fingers intertwined with yours to make sure you were keeping up. Nothing passed before your eyes as you stumbled behind him; you barely saw or heard anything but the back of Taehyung’s leather jacket and white noise flooding your ears. There was nothing else for you. 

Inside, Taehyung watched you stand frozen in the doorway for a few seconds too long before it eventually unnerved him. 

“Y/N, take your shoes off and come here,” he said in a strong voice, hoping to cut through whatever was going on in your head. 

With a sigh, you kicked your shoes off and dragged yourself towards Taehyung. You pressed your face against his broad chest and loosely wrapped your arms around his waist. Just as the night you’d broken up with Namjoon, you felt Taehyung tense beneath the hug, and it took him a moment to ease up. His hands found your waist and drew you flush against his body. 

“I hate that you’re the only person I can go to.” 

“I know.” 

Taehyung’s hands tucked inside of your cardigan to find the hem of your shirt. He slipped his hands beneath the fabric, giving himself access to your bare waist. You shivered as he traced patterns into your skin with his fingertips. 

“Wanna smoke?” 

You tilted your head back to look at his face, admiring his muscular neck and sharp jawline. In the past couple of months when the two of you hadn’t spent much time together, Taehyung had changed. His lanky body had filled in more, seemingly more muscular. He also lived alone; Jungkook moved in with his girlfriend. You found it interesting that Taehyung’s friends were beginning to settle down. You wondered if he was still fucking other people. 

Smoking with him was a really bad idea. 

“Sure.” 

You followed Taehyung to the living room, plopping down on his couch while you watched him grind up weed he plucked from a glass jar. The veins in his hands popped as he twisted the grinder and picked out the pieces he wanted. Those long fingers expertly rolled a joint with a rolling paper that had little cartoon grapes printed on it. You couldn’t stop yourself from remembering the last time you had those hands on you when Taehyung fingered you during your picnic at the local forest reserve. You remembered how secure you’d felt with your back leaned against his chest, your legs hooked around his so he could keep you spread open for him. The way you licked and sucked his fingers clean when he was done. 

“Here.” Taehyung’s deep voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You took the now lit joint from his fingers and brought it to your lips. “You still like the grape, right?” 

You nodded, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke that made Taehyung’s figure waver in front of you. “I haven’t smoked with anyone else.” 

He nodded, taking the joint back from you. The two of you sat in relative silence, only murmuring comments about the weed or for you to get an update about Jungkook’s new place. It was nice to sit, to simply exist, and let the high lift your mood and have your body buzz. 

“You can do whatever you want now,” Taehyung commented, tapping the joint against an ashtray on the coffee table. “Go where you want, do what you want, see who you want.” 

“But not with you, right?” You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his bloodshot eyes with yours, instead choosing to inspect the glass jar of weed on the table. 

“You can do whatever you want with me, baby girl,” Taehyung countered. 

Whatever you wanted. With one condition. 

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[jeontaeh]

ONE¹

SPACE VOYAGE | VKOOK [LARRYVGL]

When 7 boys who barely know each other get stuck in a spaceship hurling through the galaxy for 6 months, things are bound to get messy

larryvgl © 2018

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Year 3418

"Oh yeah- oh yeah baby- keep going, aahh-" Jungkook moaned out, banging his fist against the steel wall of the storage closet while his head tipped back, eyes closed.

He felt warm lips around his cock, swirling a tongue around his length. Jungkook's cherry red hair fell into his eyes as he bucked his hips in a little, smirking.

"Yeah? Like that? Such a good girl for me," Jungkook smirked, as the girl sitting on her knees continued sucking him off.

The girl placed her hand on Jungkook's trousers- his stupid tight yet stretchy red pants he had to wear in this place. Jungkook bit his lip as he came into the girl's mouth, and she pulled off with a pop, making a slightly disgusted face.

"Wasn't that bad." Jungkook said, and the girl smiled back. "Sure wasn't, Jungkook." She whispered, and then Jungkook grabbed her waist and kissed her neck, and then reached for the door of the supply closet.

The girl scoffed. "Well? Aren't you going to get me off?" The girl snapped, and Jungkook sighed.

"Maybe next time." Jungkook winked at the orange haired girl, who looked pissed off as Jungkook walked out of the supply closet.

The supply closet was in the corner of the campus. The campus of University of Space Technology and Exploration. Jungkook was in his red clothes, a tight red shirt with a badge of the school's name on it, and tight red pants to match. Many people around, all holding their tablets while walking around with friends.

The university was in one of the Moons of planet Scora VZ2. See, many many years ago- the earth overpopulated and, like, everyone died.

However, scientists found various other galaxies and smaller planets for humans to reside in. Of course, the aliens were one thing (and perhaps we can just skip over the colonisation as it was FRIENDLY) but the food and oxygen and gravitational levels were normal, like in Earth.

This University was known to be one of the best. It brings out the best Galactic Navy in the galaxy. Not to mention, their planet is connected to all the other ones, having higher technology and better advancements than the 3rd world planets.

So, easy to say, Jungkook knew just being in this University meant he'd get an easy job. See, this University has four branches you can study.

MEDICAL. Medical students learn how to aid those during space outings and give medicine to those in need. They wear blue uniforms. 

COMMUNICATIONS. Now, the students learning Communications usually know more languages than just the Earth tongue. They can contact other planets and aliens and know how to spot life sources in various planets and how to communicate to them. They wear green uniforms.

ENGINEERING. Engineering students know everything about spaceships. They either built the structure or the mechanics of it. Very vital to be on board a spaceship. They wear yellow uniforms. 

And lastly, SPACE EXPLORATION. These guys know the ins and outs of how to explore, navigate, find life sources and interact with them. How to find if a planet is habitable or not. How to find if a planet has resources or not. They wear red uniforms.

So yeah, Jungkook studied Space Exploration. He was only in his first year, but honestly- it's not that hard. All they need to do is NOT die.

Okay, so it's VERY hard and Jungkook has, like, a 63% survival rate when he does his job. But that's not that bad, right???

"Yugyeom!" Jungkook called, seeing his brunette friend in the green uniform talking to some girl. The girl Yugyeom was talking to was giggling, until she saw Jungkook and her cheeks turned red.

"H-hi Jungkook." She said, and Jungkook just gave her a little smirk. Yugyeom turned to Jungkook, and groaned.

"Will you fuck off?" Yugyeom snapped, and Jungkook started laughing. He slung his arm around Yugyeom's shoulder, waving the girl goodbye and walking away with him.

"Anyways- you all ready for the big exam?" Jungkook asked, and Yugyeom sighed.

"Fell asleep during the practice class. Not at all. So much shit could go wrong. Dude- I'm not even completely fluent in Marsian. I'm so failing this." Yugyeom mumbled, and Jungkook snickered.

"Eh. I'll just have to manage the controls and yell 'Aliens! Ah!' and it'll be all fine." Jungkook said, and Yugyeom rolled his eyes.

"Anyways. Saw that chick you were hooking up with walk out looking pissed. Doesn't she have a boyfriend?" Yugyeom asked, and Jungkook snickered.

"Dude- has that ever stopped me before?" Jungkook asked, and Yugyeom sighed again. "Fair enough."

Jungkook laughed at his comment, but then bumped into someone, like head first bumped into someone.

Jungkook fell back a little and then looked up and saw a guy with silver hair and dark grey eyes who he bumped into. He was also in a red uniform.

"Watch it!" Jungkook snapped, and the guy just gave Jungkook an annoyed look and kept walking, some guy beside him.

"You watch it, red." The guy snapped back, and Jungkook rolled his eyes and kept walking with Yugyeom.

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"Watch it!" Some dude with bright pink-red hair in a red uniform snapped, and Taehyung just gave him an annoyed look.

"You watch it, red." Taehyung snapped back, seeing as the boy rolled his eyes and continued walking. The boy beside Taehyung huffed.

"Nice comeback."

"Shut up, Bambam." Taehyung mumbled.

"Relax. You're in space exploration. You have the easiest job. It's just a fake test." Bambam said, and Taehyung scoffed.

"Relax? You want me to relax?! They'll put us in a fake spaceship with six other strangers I don't know and we'll have to figure that shit out! I've been pulling all nighters for two weeks studying over this." Taehyung said, and Bambam raised an eyebrow.

"No you haven't."

"Okay, I haven't. But still! I stayed up till like, 11. And you know if I do shit my dad will kill me." Taehyung said, and Bambam just rolled his eyes.

"You're gonna ace this, Tae. Now come on- let's go get some food." Bambam said, and Taehyung nodded- and then accidentally bumped into someone.

"Ah shit- sorry," Taehyung said, and saw a boy with pink hair and glittery eyes dressed in green, who just nodded and walked away, his eyes looking a bit teary.

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"Ah shit- sorry," A boy with silver hair said, and Jimin just sniffled like a loser and nodded and rushed away instantly.

Don't cry Don't cry Don't cry- Jimin chanted in his mind, biting down on his lip as he walked in a fast pace, walking towards an orange haired girl who was standing nearby a water fountain.

"H-hi Lisa." Jimin squeaked, and the orange haired girl turned around, and Jimin instantly noticed how her hair was a bit disheveled and her lips were plump and redder than usual.

"Oh. Hey Jimin." Lisa said, almost looking a little.. annoyed? Jimin was confused, but he just gave her a smile, and took her hand in his.

"Hey.. listen- I know I've been so busy this last week stressing over this stupid exam. I didn't, I-"

"You didn't mean to tell me you rather study than spend time with me?" Lisa snapped, and Jimin gulped.

"I-"

"Just- ugh, fuck off Jimin." Lisa mumbled, and Jimin frowned to himself- but then just grabbed Lisa's arm again.

"Hey, I'm-I'm your boyfriend. Just talk to me-"

"Shut up, Park!" Lisa snapped, and Jimin stilled. "And stop touching me, it's fucking annoying. Why don't you just go study, since that's all you do?" Lisa grumbled, pulling her hand back.

Jimin felt like crying, and ohmygod he felt like such a pussy. "I-I-"

"I said Go. Away." Lisa growled- and Jimin nodded- feeling ever more angry with himself at how he flinched when she raised her voice.

"Yes girl! You show him! Girl powerrr," One of Lisa's friends giggled, and Jimin just turned around and walked away quickly- tears gathering in his eyes again.

She's just standing up for herself, Jimin. It's nothing. Respect her, Jimin told himself, feeling his eyes watery as he walked past some black haired guy, accidentally bumping shoulders with him- but not bothering to reply.

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"So then I said- you're not my mom! Turns out, it was a guy from the planet Fuurus dressed like my mom! I swear those goddamn aliens-" Jin started, and then felt a shoulder bump against his.

He turned and saw a pink haired boy walking away really fast, and just hummed and turned back towards his friends. His friends all laughed- and Jin just grinned.

"God Jin- you're so fucking funny." One girl said, and some other guys nodded in agreement. Jin nodded. "I know. Anyways, bye- I need to go study." Jin said quickly, and then rushed away.

"You're seriously going to study? Mr. Popular Kid is actually going to study?" A voice asked, and Jin turned towards Mark and rolled his eyes.

"Not all of us are geniuses, Mark. Learning medicine is hard, okay?" Jin said, and Mark scoffed. "You called yourself a genius every day!"

"That's true. Anyways- did you hear that weird nerdy guy's trying to be Captain? I overheard him talking to some dweeb outside the academy. No one this young can be captain." Jin snickered, and Mark laughed.

Namjoon, walking past Jin- and also overhearing everything he said- just sighed, ducking his head and walked faster. He knows he's young and he knows he's not 'mature enough' to be captain- but he knows he can be! So what if he's young! So what if he's... technically studying Engineering and isn't supposed to 'technically' run for Captain for another two years. He'll show 'em.

Anyways, for now- he needs to go study for that goddamn exam.

"What exam is everyone talking about, exactly?" Yoongi asked his friend, who scoffed.

"Dude, seriously? You need to stop drinking that weird alien alcohol stuff." Jaebum said, and Yoongi- having a flask tightened in his hand- just hummed and tipped the flask back between his lips, alcohol smoothening down his throat.

"Eh, whatever. You don't wanna see me sober, Jaebum." Yoongi said, and Jaebum sighed- because truly, he doesn't.

"Well, it's the exam everyone has to take. You get put in a group with six other students chosen at random, and you're put into a made up spaceship for an hour or two. They give us simulated problems and shit we need to face- and it'll show how 'worthy' we are of being in the Galactic Navy or whatever." Jaebum said, and Yoongi sighed, smoothening his green fabric down with his hand.

"Awesome. I get to scream in alien language for an hour. Honestly fuck this. Let's go get high." Yoongi said, and Jaebum laughed.

"Before the exam? Yeah, no. Not happening."

"Oh come on! We always got high before exams- how is this any different?" Yoongi said, and Jaebum pursed his lips.

"It's the official exam that shows our worth as something we've been studying for a year or four, Yoongi. For once, just be sober and do this properly." Jaebum said, and Yoongi just rolled his eyes, walking back from him.

"You do you, JB. I'm gonna go snort a line of co-"

Yoongi bumped into someone- and then turned around, a little annoyed. He saw a boy with orange hair, dressed in his yellow uniform- eyes big.

"Woah there. Watch where you're going." The guy chuckled, a warmth in his voice as he gripped Yoongi's side to save him from falling.

Yoongi gulped and nodded dumbly- seeing the boy just grin at him and then walk away- disappearing into the group of people.

"You okay?" Jaebum asked, and Yoongi cleared his throat.

"Yeah. Yeah! Just- um. Blanked out for a second there." Yoongi mumbled, and then turned around and took another swig of his flask.

Hoseok grinned at the black haired pale boy with eyes a little doey, and then turned around and kept walking- assuming he's never going to see him again.

"Dude- the list is out!" Jackson said- grabbing Hoseok's arm. "What list?"

"The list of people who we're working with for the exam tomorrow. The timings of when we have to go and everything. They sent it to us on our tablets. Just check." Jackson said- and Hoseok nodded.

He took out the little tablet, clicking on it and opening up the notifications to see the EXAM SCHEDULE. He saw all the lists, all with seven people in it. He scrolled down and down all the lists of names and groups and frowned.

"What the fuck?" Hoseok mumbled to himself- and then kept scrolling, until he reached the ast list.

GROUP : 103

TIMING: 7 pm - 8:30 pm

NAMES:

Kim Namjoon

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

Jung Hoseok

Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung

Jeon Jungkook

Hoseok groaned, looking at Jackson. "Are you kidding me? I'm in the last group!"

Yoongi scoffed, sitting with his back to a wall as he saw the tablet. "I'm in the 103rd group to go! The groups in the end always do shit." Yoongi mumbled.

Jin let out a yell, throwing his tablet onto his bed. "Man! I'll miss dinner because of this goddamn exam." Jin said, and Mark laughed, sitting on his bed in their dorm.

Jimin was crouched on his bed, and then sighed when he looked at the tablet. "..I don't know any of them." Jimin mumbled to himself.

Taehyung laughed sarcastically, throwing his tablet at Bambam. "This couldn't be any fucking better! I'm the last group to go! At night! With a bunch of guys I've never met! Fucking great." Taehyung groaned, and then kicked the wall.

Jungkook looked at his tablet, and then turned it off and placed it back on the table. "Eh- it's not like I give a shit anyway." Jungkook snickered to Yugyeom, who just rolled his eyes.

Namjoon huffed, placing the tablet onto his table in the library, placing his head in his hands. "I'm in a group with a bunch of idiots."

Little did they know all the shit that this stupid exam would bring. These bunch of idiots were fucked.

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https://jeontaeh.tumblr.com/post/647225793724989440/two%C2%B2

[aureumjeon]

[teaser!] tiptoed his way (m) || kth

pairing; taehyung x reader. genre; roommate!au; smut; fluff. warnings; breaking and entering, unintended voyeurism, female masturbation, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, cuddling lmao. I'll add more warnings when i finish the smut part. hehe word count; around 4-5K++ release date; 25th of October, before I go MIA (going on vacation for three weeks!)

summary;  ➜ Taehyung found himself locked out of your shared home and there were only two options to sucessfully get inside. (1) Wake you up from your sleep and face the wrath that'll follow, (2) Think like a burglar and enter through your window. (Un) fortunately for him, he picks the latter.

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It was two in the morning, and Taehyung was stupidly perched at the doorstep patting his pockets for what seemed like the tenth time in the last ten minutes searching for his keys. "Shit."  He grumbled under his breath, taking out his phone from his back pocket and calling up Jungkook's number. After the third try, he finally answered the call.

"H-hey, what's up? I love you and all that shit but why are you calling at two in the fucking morning?" The voice is the other line was dry and scratchy. 

"Ah," Taehyung felt apologetic for waking up the Jungkook but he absolutely needed help, "Sorry for bothering you, Kook. Do you happen to know where the spare key is? Left my copy in my room before I went out and now I'm locked out of the house," He laughed embarrassingly, attempting to check his pockets one more time before calling it quits, wishing his keys would magically turn up in one of them.

"Taehyung…" The line suddenly went silent, it was a good fifteen seconds before Jungkook went on speaking,"Didn't I tell you that I'm holding onto the spare key to have it duplicated since my I lost my copy?"

There it was again, complete and utter silence. If it wasn't for irregular breathing coming from the other line, Jungkook would've guessed Taehyung had dropped the call already.

"Just wake up y/n, I'm sure she wouldn't mind." Jungkook suggested, that was probably the best route to take. 

"No bro," Taehyung's tone was unnaturally dark and empty.

"Can I ask why?"

"L-Last time I locked myself out and woke up y/n," he choked on his series of words, recalling the traumatic event that occurred in the past. "She made me wait a whole hour before opening the door. While I was waiting out in the cold, y/n cooked bacon and pancakes at midnight just to spite me. The smell of the food made my stomach flip and growl. When she finally let me in, she ate it all by herself while looking me straight in the eye."

Jungkook on the other line laughed uproariously at Taehyung's untold story, "Remind me not to get on Y/n's bad side. But in all seriousness, how are you planning to get inside the house?" He queried the boy who was stuck in an unfortunate predicament."I don't get back til' Sunday. And it's only Friday."

Taehyung's eyes lit up like those light bulbs in cartoons when the characters gets a genius idea. "Is your room the one without the safety locks on the window?"

"One, no. My windows have safety locks. Y/n's window is the one without it. And two, that's a really bad Idea, Tae."

"What's a bad idea, babe?" Taehyung indistinctly overhears a hushed voice in the background. His conversation with Jungkook probably woke up Yeri too. "Oh, Taehyung's planning to enter through y/n window to get into the house." Jungkook made sure that taehyung was hearing what Yeri had to say, since she's been friends with y/n just as long as them. Her giggles were so innocent, akin to a baby but the words she said were the exact opposite. "That is a stupid idea, unless Taehyung wants to be hit on the head with a metal baseball bat and bleed to death." 

"Yeri said that that's a stupid idea unless you--"

"I heard what she said. And I won't even make a sound! I'll tiptoe my way through her window and out of her room in a flash! That way I'll be in the house and won't have to wake up y/n! I see this as an absolute win." Taehyung broadcasted triumphantly like he had discovered the map to the lost City of Atlantis. 

Yeri snatched the phone from her boyfriend's hand and lectured Taehyung y/n style. "Tae, this isn't the time to be quoting the Incredible Hulk when you're the one who's gonna be beaten to a pulp when y/n wakes up and mistakes you for a burglar. Just wake up y/n and ask her to open up the door for you. It can't be that bad, you'd live a longer life that way. Face the consequences of being a pee-brain."

"Nope," It seemed like Taehyung had made up his mind, and when Taehyung makes up his mind, there's no point in stopping him.

"Ahhh, tell your friend good luck. I'm going back to sleep." Yeri gave back the phone to her boyfriend. "You have our regards. If you don't die, call me back in the morning." A loud yawn can be heard from Jungkook's end as he hangs up.

And that was Taehyung's go signal.

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hope you’re looking forward to it as much as i am! ●ᴥ●

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[knjnvrland]

Prank Wars - ch.5

> pairing | jungkook x reader

> word count | 3k

> genre | college!au, fluff, smut, angst

> warnings | swearing, alcohol consumption

> synopsis | College can be a stressful time in anyone’s life as it is, why don’t we throw a little prank war in the mix to make it harder?

> fic masterlist

> A/N | English is not my first language, I’m sorry for the eventual spelling mistake, please let me know if you find any! 

CHAPTER 5 - Yogurt

“Hey y/n, can I borrow a pen?” Jungkook was sitting across from you at the library, you just turned your case at him so he could grab whatever he needed.

There were a few of you studying for your exams on the shared table. Alice was already used to this new weird friendship between you and Jungkook, seeing as she met with you at the entrance of Yoongi's building the day she got back after your terrible date had happened, and you just ended up explaining everything to her, but the rest of the group was still very much confused and not really adapting to these new dynamics. 

Every time you and Jungkook had any type of friendly interaction, a weird look would be exchanged between the boys who happened to be near, this time it was Namjoon and Jimin. Namjoon was actually studying for a test, while also helping you out with yours, seeing as he still had his notes from when he took that class, but Jimin was just hiding out from Hoseok, as the older one had been texting him for hours now wanting to have an extra rehearsal that day.

“Why is Hobi texting the group chat asking where you are?” Alice was taking a break on her phone.

“I swear to god if any of you rat me out our friendship is over” Jimin’s desperation was made clear in the tone of his voice, and none of you dared to contradict him.

“Why can’t you just tell him you’re tired today?” You asked, pushing your laptop away from you to rest your eyes for a bit.

“Or maybe just tell him the true” Jungkook added “we can’t put up with his shit anymore” he then found a pack of gun in your case and took one out, not really asking if he could, and extending another one to you, which you took gladly. Jimin looked weirded out by the small interaction again, but didn’t say anything.

“He helped me out a lot last year, I can’t do this to him” he dropped his face on the table with a sight.

“But you also have a lot to do, just tell him the truth” you insisted “besides you can’t keep this up for long, he’s coming to meet me here in a few” at that both boys across from you widened their eyes.

“fuck, where can we hide?” Jungkook was already gathering his stuff.

“wait, you’re also hiding from him?” Jimin was quick to follow.

“Yeah, I told him I had a dentist’s appointment, now hurry, he can be here any second” Jungkook was already putting back his coat and grabbing his stuff.

“you can hide at the studio, I’m going there now, I can let you in” Alice took her chance to scape the extra studying she was supposed to be doing, and started packing her stuff.

“will Yoongi be cool?” Jungkook stopped his frenetic getaway moves. Ever since his prank, and specially after Yoongi heard what came after with your date, he was banned from the studio. Yoongi even went as far as changing the password for the front door, and refused to help Jungkook out with the music classes he was taking on the side, even though he promised he would.

“Yeah, we’ll grab him food on the way there, I can help you out, he was talking about needing you this past week anyway, this might as well be your best shot” Alice started moving to the door without looking back, and the boys shared a look before following her. They were halfway out when Jungkook turned around and ran back to you, dropping the pen he just borrowed in front of you and giving you a quick peck on the top of your head while saying a barely understandable ‘thanks’, you couldn’t even respond and he was already gone again.

Your brother gave you the weirdest look, at which you only rolled your eyes and slammed your notebook shut. “let's go to Jin’s, I need coffee, I’ll explain everything there”.

“Wow ok I wish I knew all that a couple days ago when I bumped into Ray” Namjoon was beside you at a small table in the corner of your older brother’s cafe.

“It's honestly not that big of a deal” you sipped on your latte, wishing it was still as warm as when you got it. The story took longer to tell then you expected because of the thousand questions Namjoon interrupted you with. “If anything it helped me realize that Jungkook is not that bad”

“Of course he’s not that bad” Jin took the empty chair across the two of you “but why is he not that bad, again?”

“oh my god it’s such a long story, ask Joon to update you later” you grabbed one of the scones he sat in front of you and took a bite “hmm that’s actually the best one so far”. It was becoming routine for whenever you dropped by, you’d be forced to try a new recipe.

“Right? I told Alice this was the best one, but she insists on arguing the pecan one is what should be on the menu.” He took a piece of it as well “see? It’s great! I’m a genius!” That being said, he stood up and disappeared to the kitchen again, only to pop his head back out “I haven’t forgotten about Jungkook, once these cookies are ready I’m coming back out and want to hear everything about it!”. You rolled your eyes and Namjoon dismissed him, the two of you being used to the gossipy side of your older sibling.

“As I was about to tell you” Namjoon continued “if you ever need anyone to beat him up-“

“I’ll ask Jin” you completed, and although annoyed, Namjoon couldn’t really contradict, you all knew that Seokjin was the one who putted more hours in his working out and was definitely the strongest of your friend group. “but no one is getting beat up, let’s just forget he ever existed”.

“It’s your call” Joon finished his iced americano in a gulp “but you and JK are good, right?”

“Yeah, I think we’re friends. The morning after I slept over I woke up to him making me scrambled eggs, I can’t really stay mad after that”. It was true, you woke up really confused, not knowing where you were, but your sense of smell was the one to remind you, first with the peach scent all around you, and then with the smell of fresh breakfast. You were surprised to see Jungkook at the kitchen, specially because he never helped when all of you got together to cook, and the sight of him in an apron, in front of the stove, humming softly to himself, was an image that warmed your heart and you couldn’t shake off of your head ever since.

“I’m glad, we were all starting to worry how far the pranks would go, Tae even started a bet” he chuckled “the strange thing is that he betted on you” at that you laughed out loud. The thought of Taehyung siding with you was not a frequent one on your mind. You were about to ask Namjoon what the actual bet was, when Jimin bursted through the doors of the cafe, startling a couple of girls in the table by the entrance.

“You!” Jimin pointed your way, and took four steps, if much, to cross the whole cafe and stand beside the table “You’re going to help me”.

“What now?” You were already dreading your next task. The last time Jimin requested your help with such urgency you had to pretend that you were his jealous girlfriend to get him out of a horrible date.

“Jungkook. I must kill him” he was out of breath as if he ran all the way to the coffee shop as he plopped himself down on the empty chair your older brother was just in a few minutes earlier.

“Ok I can’t deal with this again” Namjoon shoved the rest of his croissant down his throat “leave Jungkook alone” you could barely understand him, but you figured out what it was, as he took his book and moved to sit on the counter where Jin was now finishing up a few orders.

“I don’t know if you realized, but our war is over” you clarified to Jimin “no more pranks for me”.

“Oh but it isn’t” Jimin stole the rest of the scone you still had in front of you “your new bff-“

“not my bff” you interrupted.

“whatever!” Jimin was clearly not up for the banter. “that asshole that we let hang out with us sold me out to Hoseok and I just spent the last hour of my life filling up his and Taehyung’s place”

“and my brother is not the target here because…?” You stole back the final bite of your food.

“because he set me up with a freshman last week and I swear to god it was the best head I've ever-“

“ew okay TMI! How many dates can you even fit in your schedule?” You were honestly impressed.

“not important” he then tried to steal a sip of your latte and you just gave it all to him. It was cold anyway. “the point is, I want blood -or at least some very public form of humiliation- and I need your help”

You rolled your eyes but you knew that you could never say no to Jimin. “okay, what do I have to do?”.

You were outside the boy’s changing room. Every Monday and Wednesday you had running practice, and every single time you ended up bumping into Jungkook as he went to his swimming practice. It was so routine that you never even acknowledged it. But Jimin noticed it, apparently, as he texted you your sign.

Chim Chim: yogurt You: ? Chim Chim: that’s the sign You: you could’ve just said that Chim Chim: just go ffs You: ok ok You: but if I get caught You: you’re paying for my food for a month Chim Chim: just fucking go omg

You tucked your phone inside the pocket of your hoodie and carefully opened the door. You could listen the sound of the showers running, and a few boys talking on the room next door, but there was no one on sigh. You tiptoed your way to locker number 10 -of course his number would be 10- and was about to unlock it with the numbers scribbled down your hand when you noticed it was open. What an idiot, honestly. The door cricked as it opened and you stopped breathing, afraid anyone could hear it. But no, all the human noises still came from de other room. You opened the bag you had with you and quickly began shoving everything in the locker inside it. After a few seconds pondering -you couldn’t spend that much more time in there anyway-, you retrieved his bucket hat and his car keys, putting those back into the locker and closing it without locking it back, as if you were never even there.

Once you were out of there, you finally released the breath you were holding in, and texted Jimin to let him know it was done. Then you made your way outside the building to meet up with the rest of the dancers that were waiting in the cafeteria across the entrance of the gymnasium. 

“How did it go?” Taehyung was sipping on a soda can, while Hoseok scrolled through his phone and Jimin looked at you expectantly.

You set your bag on the table and opened it, revealing every single one of Jungkook’s itens of clothing, as well as his phone, wallet and house keys. “I left behind his car keys” you pointed outside the window, to a car parked up front that you knew was his “and his hat” you smiled triumphantly and highfived the three boys, taking your empty seat again.

Now it was all a matter of time as the three of you patiently awaited for the show. It was about 5pm of a Monday, and the cafeteria, as well as that area of the campus, was fully packed. It took longer than any of you anticipated, as you watched while Jungkook’s friends left the building laughing, but with no sign of the younger man. You were typing away an idea for a short story in your phone when you heard Jimin’s loud laugh beside you, startling you. Soon enough, everyone near you was laughing, as they all looked outside to a, you guessed, very naked Jungkook streaking across the street with only his hat covering what he could manage to cover with it, and car keys in hand.

Just as he unlocked his car, right before he got in and away from all the stares, jokes and, surely, people photographing his ass, he looked straight at your table -straight at you. You smiled apologetic and could see a glint of something in his eyes, although you could not understand what that meant. As Jungkook drove away, the three remaining boys congratulated you and each other once again, and Jimin stood up with Jungkook’s things to drive to the younger boy’s place and give it all back. Jimin had his fun, but he was not a terrible enough person to leave someone at our day and age more than a few hours without their phone. Besides, how could Jungkook check out the pics already being posted all over social media without it?

Once again, you felt a bit bad, but it didn’t last long as when you were leaving the cafeteria, you could already hear a group of girls sitting by the register commenting on Jungkook’s physique, and you could tell that the whole scene that took place minutes before would only bust up his reputation. You could understand why, the amount of sports the kid did really were showing, but just before you could let your imagination run too wild, your phone rang with a twitter notification. Yup, definitely a reputation booster. Jungkook would have to thank Jimin, after all.

The last few weeks of the semester went by fast, and soon enough your last week of classes was here. You had just left Hoseok final performance, the one that Jungkook, Jimin and Tehyung had been practicing with him, and went out to grab a few commemorative drinks. You were all a bit tipsy by them, with Jimin and Taehyung leaving the group table to dance and Namjoon off somewhere with a girl. The rest of you still on the table were making small talk to the best of your ability, trying to ignore the loud music coming from all around you.

“I’m going to get another beer, anyone want anything?” Jin stood up first, and all of you nodded, agreeing on another round.

“I’ll go with you” you had to stand up to let Hobi pass, and that’s when you noticed the whole room spin around. 

“Careful there” Yoongi held your arm, giving you support and helping you sit down again.

“Someone already had too much” Alice teased and you glared at her general direction, not really being able to focus.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this” you had your last big final in a couple of days, and could already tell the next one would be lost on you, you were never good at studying after a night out.

“We can go home now sweets” Alice extended her hand to hold yours across the table “I can’t have a late night today anyway” she turned to Yoongi to give him a pack on the lips, and then motioned you to stand up with her. Jungkook ended up helping you out, but you were not that drunk that you couldn’t walk straight, it just took you a while to get used to the change from sitting to standing. You locked arms with Alice while she ordered an Uber, and the two of you made your way to the front door.

Yoongi and Jungkook watched as you left, and soon after Jin and Hoseok came back with the drinks.

“Where did they go?” Jin took his sit back by Jungkook.

“They left” Yoongi took a sip of the fresh beer in front of him “y/n was drunk and Alice has to wake up early”

“Well, more for us then” the three man clinked their bottles and were about to chug them down when something buzzed under Hobi’s butt “what the-“ he took your phone from under him, which was buzzing with some unknown number on it “someone forgot their phone”.

“It’s y/n’s” Jungkook recognized your case straight away. It was a simple transparent one, but you had the habit of pressing flowers in the middle of your books, and then using them to decorate everything you own. And there it was, in between your phone and the case, a small turquoise dry flower. “I can drop by to hand her tomorrow” he extended his hand, but Hoseok was hesitant to give it away.

“How can I trust that this is not another one of your pranks?” He moved the phone further away from his friend.

“How could it be if I didn’t even know she was going to forget her phone?” He stated the obvious, at which Yoongi agreed, motioning for Hobi to just give it away. "I spoke with Alice about dropping by tomorrow to do my laundry anyway, the last machine in our building broke a few weeks ago and I’ve been using theirs”.

“That’s convincing enough for me” he gave Jungkook the phone, and the boy tucked it in his front pocket after setting it to silent mode.

They kept drinking for a few more hours, but ended up having to carry Taehyung and Jimin out as the two boys were too drunk to walk properly, and the night ended with a lot of babysitting on the older guys side, with Jungkook disappearing as soon as he could, along with Hobi, and Namjoon never returning from his escapade, Yoongi stood around to help take them to Jin’s place and just spent the night there. Because of the confusion, however, they didn’t see the many missed calls from Alice’s phone the next morning, with you freaking out on the other side.

>A/N | not gonna lie I really love writing the pranks. Have a nice day, wherever and whoever you are :)

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WILLOWWWW!! 💕Now that I have calmed down enough to be coherent… OMFG🥵🥵🥵. Yep that’s it. That’s my only thought the whole time 🥵🥵haha when jimin walks in on jk rawing her against the kitchen island I about lost it. And then when jk’s cock full on TWITCHES inside her as he makes eye contact with jimin?!?! AM I SENSING AN EXHIBITION AND SUB KINK JK (my ultimate fantasy)???? Phewwww. “the problem won’t be the tools in the toolbox” had me cackling… I mean… that sweat pant bulge was pretty impressive so I imagine he’s HUNG LIKE A CHAMP. And I about LOST it when jimin starts handling jk’s cock to show him how to fuck her better… like R U SRS yes I absolutely want to feel every crevice of his cock inside me. And I don’t think anyone’s mentioned it yet, but I noticed the title, Shh, finally being used in the story!! Nerdy lil detail, but I still enjoyed it 🤭 haha the moment we notice that it suddenly got too quiet in the living room for them to continue secretly fucking had my heart in my THROAT. I seriously thought they were gonna be caught leading to one big ot7 orgy😂 HAHA but that impromptu water fight scene was SO genius and sexy!! I loved seeing joon give her the shirt off his back. “has he been working you?... with arms crossed, his pecs seem especially voluptuous, and god, not to mention the way his arms bulge with the new position.” I am her//she is me. I am the switchiest of switches with dom leaning tendencies (hence my sub jk fantasy), but damn what I wouldn’t give to be manhandled by namjoon😩😩. And pls, I LOVED getting those subtle hints of tae being a past flame??? He seemed a bit… jealous almost? And that wet dream she had alluding to them fucking before??? Also, do I sense some taejin action in the future??? That’s a pairing that I feel isn’t as common and I’m loving it! Speaking of tension… I’m also picking up on some hobi tension. “You can sleep naked… I don’t mean it like that – I mean I can- I mean… I just want you to be comfortable.” And then he rips off his shirt for her (I can’t believe she got to see hobi’s sexy bod). My favorite scene is the last scene with jimin. Their relationship seems so easy, so comfortable. And when she says he seems like a sub cus he’s so angelic… I felt that. I LOVED the use of ✨explicit consent✨ and the discussion jimin has with her about talkin about boundaries before sex, “is it something you’d like to try?”, “and if you want me to stop at any point, you just tell me. Understood?” and the way he eats her out (and makes her watch him pleasure her?!? 👀) til she’s just BARELY cumming AND THEN RIPS AWAY HER ORGASM?!?!?😭😭😭😭 I about cried for her omgggg “I won’t make you wait long.” Sounds like both a threat and a promise and jimin had better be keeping it!!! I can’t believe it’s been 2 full chapters and no one’s cummed yet?!?! I feel like I’m being edged😩. Like mc, I haven’t been touched by a man in like 8 months and I AM DYING. If I had 7 hot male friends up in the mountains, I would LITERALLY reenact this entire series, I stg I am so touch starved. Bless you for blessing me with the sex I wish I were having. Looking forwards to some more mountain top shenanigans, and hopefully, orgasms. Ps just for future reference, would you like me to use they/them pronouns with you?? And if you ever need anyone to bounce thirsty ideas off of, I am always willing to help create some inspiration!! I am sorry for the hundreds of words of pure filth I just unleashed in your asks 🤭🤭 Thanks for sharing, Willow!! Sending you all my love 💕💕💕

LOOK AT ME HERE I COME, ARMS FULL OF LOTS AND LOTS OF LOVE FOR THE ONE AND ONLY YOU

MY FRIEND MY ANGEL I WANT TO YELL AT YOU ABOUT THIS BUT I FEEL LIKE THAT WOULD BE COUNTER TO WHAT I AM REALLY TRYING TO SAY BUT I WANT U TO KNOW THAT MY FEELINGS ARE YELLING OKAY 

FIRST OF ALL WHY ARE YOU THE BEST

second of all, I just... i don’t even know what to say at this point. Coming back out of a very frustrating class, I felt like reading this was bathing in a shower of love and I just... i KNOW I am supposed to be a writer with words for all my feelings but right now I don’t have them!!!! I just want to let you know how excited I get when I see you’ve sent me a note. The detail of your responses makes me feel like people are getting to experience the same things I am trying to create in these stories! It makes me feel so seen and so understood and AHHAGHKDJH. It means the whole world to me. Your excitement and personality just flows off the page in these asks and it is such a delight to get to read!!!!!! Such! A! Delight! 

Right now my preferences for she or they pronouns is changing by the daily (which is a me thing, and not something other people need to keep up with) and so I feel really comfortable using both pronouns. A lot of my close friends use both to refer to me and that makes me happy! And the other lot of my close friends also just use one! I do not mind either way, but I really really appreciate you asking 💕

As for THIRSTING. You are the thirst GOD. Your JK gif sparked this series to life. You are always welcome to come thirst with me. ALWAYS. Anyways, I love you, and I want to write a whole essay just detailing how much I care for you and appreciate your considerateness and kindness and humor. It is a pure joy to have you around in my sphere. Mwah!!! Mwah!! Mwah!!! 

(also i found this gif and i feel like it’s sh. boys energy competing for the final heart so here it is)

#lcksndkys #💕 #mailbox #sh. chapter two #feedback

[kimnjss]

(bonus) felt weird | kth + jjk

⤑ series: less of you

⤑ pairing: fratboy!taehyung + fuckboi!jeongguk

⤑ genre: smut.

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 3.4K

⤑ warnings: cursing, slight dirty talk, mxm, anal fingering, handjob, blowjob, the quickest nipple play, dom!taehyung if you like squint, jeongguk is soft as hell tho. protected anal sex. 

⤑ chapter song: strawberries & cigarettes // troy sivan

⤑ A/N: this was not planned but a looot of you have been asking for a peak into the sideships lives so i thought i’d treat you guys!! okay, im real nervous abt this bc it’s my first member x member thing ., so i really hope you guys like it! . this also can be read outside the plot , so if you skip this part you won’t miss anything ~ 

DECEMBER 13TH, 2019 | 23:49

Thighs pressed together, Jeongguk could feel the pounding of his heart in his ears. Body frozen beside Taehyung, unconsciously holding his breath as the pictures flashed on the TV screen in front of them. Half-eaten bowl of chips between them, he tried his best to concentrate on the words coming from the main character's lips and not the fact that Tae had shown up in a pair of loose-fitting basketball shorts that still seemed to tighten around his thighs.

'We don't have to do anything', had typed the words out to ease the mood a bit, but of course, Jeongguk couldn't deny how badly he wanted to do something... anything with Taehyung. How could he not?

Dark locks falling in dark curls on his propped pillow, his soft sweet scent tickling his nostrils. Nothing too strong where it was too much to bear, just a subtle hint of something sweet that had him wanting to lean in to get a better whiff. On the verge of doing just that, but stilling when Taehyung's body shifts beside him.

Jeongguk watches with stilled breaths as Tae turns onto his side, hands resting underneath his cheek. Pretty brown eyes catching the younger's wide ones, a soft chuckle slips past Tae's lips. “Are you even watching the movie?”

“Oh, course I am!” The answer comes a bit too quickly, but he can't help it with the fact that he had just been caught gawking. Like openly gawking, mouth agape, and everything. He'd check if there was drool dribbling from the corner of his mouth, yet he had a bit more self-respect than to make this situation more humiliating that it was.

It was so unlike Jeongguk to feel this nervous, this rigid around someone he wanted to fuck. That's what this was, right? He wanted to fuck Taehyung... or have Taehyung fuck him... and that's why he invited him over, that was the sole reason he was laid in his bed right now. So why did he feel so tongue-tied? What was with this weird strum of his heart? Why couldn't he just make a damn move!?

“I don't think you're really watching...” Taehyung trails off as he scoots a bit closer to the wide-eyed boy. A single hand lifting to trace over the u-shaped collar of his shirt. “Think you've got your eyes set on something else,” There's a hushed teasing tone to Taehyung's voice, one that has the breath catching in Jeongguk's throat – cheeks darkening at the reminder of being caught.

Eyes darting over the older male's sharp features. The lazy droop of his eyes housed by those thick tantalizing eyebrows. The strong line of his nose and the adorable beauty mark at the tip that Jeongguk can't believe he hasn't tried to kiss yet. And that strong jaw, the number of kisses he'd like to leave there too... not to mention those full lips of his that looked oh so inviting.

No idea where to start, so he laid frozen under the gentle strokes of Tae's fingers against his chest – trying to figure out if he had missed the words that came out of his mouth while he was lost in his admiration.

“You don't want to tell me?” A small pout shapes Tae's lips, eyes lifting to look at Jeongguk through his long eyelashes. The heat rises up the sides and back of his neck as his mouth opens and closes, desperately trying to form words – at the same time trying to remember when he felt this frazzled in front of a guy... or girl, coming up with none on both ends. This was the first time he was at a loss of words. Movements stunned by the mere presence of a person.

The television has become nothing but background noise as slender fingers crawl down the front of Jeongguk's shirt, curling around the hem of it. “Were you thinking about me wrecking you? Turning you to a whiny mess underneath me?”

It's cute, the way Jeongguk's lips shift into a defensive pout, gaining some of his fight back as he shifts his head so he can get a better look at Taehyung's face. “I'm not whiny.” He counters, ignoring the slight whine of his voice in the very protest. Taehyung laughs, nodding his head unconvinced.

“Wanna bet?” In one swift movement, Taehyung is draping one of his legs over Jeongguk's waist – lifting his body to straddling his hips, knocking over, and spilling chips all over the freshly washed bed sheets. Jeongguk doesn't even flinch at the greasy mess staining his sheets, wide eyes focused on the attractive man on top of him.

His hips brush over against Jeongguk's as he lowers his body until their faces are only inches apart – noses practically touching. “Is this okay?” Tae's large hand lifts to cup Jeongguk's cheek gently, taking a moment to search his eyes for any sign of protest. For any indication that he misread the shy behavior as a yield of dominance, but Jeongguk is quick to nod his head – hand landing on Tae's hip for good measure.

There's a faint smile that spreads across Taehyung's lips before he's leaning in the rest of the way, taking his time with pressing his lips against Jeongguk's. A soft sigh leaves the younger's lips at the first bit of contact, head instantly tilting up to steal more of soft lip feeling.

Warmth spreads throughout his limbs from the tingling touch of their lips moving each other, slowly. A hesitant introduction that has Jeongguk's free hand raising, tangling in the boy's messy locks – holding his head still in order to feel more of him. Taste more of him, with the swipe of his tongue over soft lips.

Taehyung is opening his mouth with a groan, electric shocks of pleasure cruising through his veins as the kiss grows deeper. Fogs his brain to the point he feels delirious, just from the simple lip contact. Jeongguk feels the same, panting and trying to regulate his heart rate when their lips detach.

“That felt weird,” The younger boy breaths out, his words causing a look of confusion to take over his elder's features. Tongue swiping over his lips, he can still taste the strawberry balm fro Jeongguk's lips.

He can't help the slight flash of worry from Jeongguk's words. Weird? Who describes a kiss... a kiss like that, as weird? Straightening his back slightly, Taehyung doesn't stand from his lap but attempts to put a bit of distance between their faces. “What do you mean weird? Have you never kissed a guy before?” Maybe that's what it was? That's why it was weird, because it was his first same sex kiss, right?

Jeongguk is quick to shake his head, a cocky laugh leaving his lips. He sits up slightly, so he's able to rest his back against the headboard of his bed and his face isn't so far from Taehyung's anymore. “No. I've kissed dudes before,” He doesn't hide the roll of his big doe eyes. “Just not like that...”

The smile is returning back on Taehyung's features, taking pride in the tiny confession. 'Not like that', it didn't take a genius to figure out what he meant by that, but of course, Taehyung was a big fan of words. So he's not stopping the next set of words from falling from his lips. 

“Good weird, then?” Eyebrow quirked and a teasing smirk playing on his lips. Words laced with a playful undertone that Jeongguk is quickly catching on to. Their smirk matches as he reaches up to knit his fingers in the hair at the back of Taehyung's head, using the grip to pull his face down closer to his. “Hm, not sure. Let's do it again,”

There's roughness behind the kiss, a hunger that can only be sated with more. Tongues fighting against each other, the soft bites of Taehyung's teeth on his lips force breathy whimpers from his lips. A large hand travels between their bodies, grasping Jeongguk's length lightly through the fabric of his sweats, making his hips jerk up.

Laughter falls from Tae's lips, their lips parting as he flashes a smirk to the man below him. “Someone's sensitive,” He coos, large hand stroking Jeon's cock as he shifts and squirms with every stroke, trying to feel more than he's being given.

“Take that shirt off,” Taehyung speaks, waits for Jeongguk to reach for the bottom of his shirt before he's slipping his hand down the waistband of his sweats. Fishing through his boxers to grasp his cock and pull it from its confines. At the same time, Jeongguk is staring at his elder with lust-filled eyes, not being able to mask the moans falling from his lips from the new pressure on his cock.

There's a twist of Tae's wrist as his hand slides up and down Jeongguk's shaft, eyes lifting to find the already fucked out expression on his face. “You're getting so hard already,” He points out with a lick of his lips. “Do you like it when I play with your cock?” A teasing tone laces his words, but Jeongguk is so concentrated on getting more that he doesn't pause to chastise it.

Instead, he lets another moan fall from his lips, hips rising to hold evidence of the frantic nod of his head. Panted breaths leaving his lips that only grow breathy as Taehyung leans his body onto his, mouth latching onto the brown of his nipple – not hesitating to roll his tongue over the peaked nub.

Jeongguk is reacting instantly to the new contact, length twitching, and hand curling in the dark strands of her. “Are you sensitive here too?” Tae questions with one last teasing lick before he's lifting his head to look up at Jeongguk's face. “Bet you could come just like this, huh?”

The shake of Jeongguk's head comes instant, stilling the movement of Tae's hand on his erection which has a whimper falling from the younger's lips. But he doesn't want to come yet, doesn't want the night to end so soon and with the way Tae is talking to him, teasing him... and if the throb of his cock was any indication, he knows he won't last much longer.

All over a short little handjob, he must be wound real tight if he's getting like this from a simple stroke of the hand. “I want to suck you off,” Jeongguk's confessing what had been polluting his mind since the started their first movie. The tent formed at the front of Tae's pants only adding to his desire of wanting to feel the stretch in his jaw. Even if he's never done it before.

Taehyung doesn't waste a moment with getting off of Jeon's lap, a groaned 'Fuck yeah,' leaving his lips as he leans back beside him. Gukkie follows his movements until he's crouched between Tae's spread legs. Tattooed hand reaching up to tug the front of his shorts down just enough until his cock is springing free.

Much longer than he had expected, thicker too. Maybe his playful bragging about wrecking him did hold some merit. The tip an angry red, long veins wrapped around its entirety. A smirk plays on Tae's face as he watches the younger boy admiring his girth. “Sure you can handle me?”

Jeongguk is silencing his words with the quick way his hand wraps around the base, slowly dragging his hand up to the tip. A dribble of precum glides down the side of his length and Jeongguk has the urge to lick it up. So he does. Hot tongue swirled around his bulbous head, Taehyung had expected a bit more teasing so the shocked groan that leaves his lips is expected to Gukkie's ears.

Knowing what got himself off when he was getting head, Jeongguk is easily able to fall into the rhythm of things. Head lower inch by inch as his hand worked the portion he couldn't quite fit into his mouth. Cheeks hallowed as he bobbed his head up and down, using the sound of Tae's moans as encouragement to what he liked – what he wanted more of.

With his head tilted back just slightly and a hand buried in Jeongguk's hair, Tae can't help the warmth that washes over his body. Breath hitching as Jeongguk's eyes lifts to catch the hooded eyed stare of the man above him. He looked so good with his mouthful, big eyes glazed with lust – the sight alone has Taehyung's cock twitching against his hot tongue.

He's pulling off at the feeling, hand lazily working of his shaft. “Close already? Should I just make you cum now?” Jeongguk teases and Taehyung is coherent enough to roll his eyes. Able to lift his body until he can reach the waistband of Gukkie's shorts, tugging them down past his thighs. “You did such a good job sucking me off,” He compliments, not letting Jeongguk forget who exactly is in charge here. “Turn around for me,” The order comes directly after, words deep and demanding. Sending a shiver down Jeongguk's spine where he's turning quickly, settling on all fours and baring his ass to the younger man.

Not bothering with any banter or faked protest, done hiding the fact that he wouldn't mind – like at all – be wrecked by Taehyung. Especially now knowing how long and thick he was, the idea of him stretching him out the only thing on his mind since he first fit him into his mouth.

“Fuck, what a cute little ass,” Jeongguk's face is instantly flushing at the praise, hips moving back to show off more of his bottom. A chuckle falls from Taehyung's lips, both hands dropping onto his cheeks to spread them slightly, revealing the puckered hole. “You look so tight too,” Tae lets a glob of spit roll off of the tip of his tongue, it sliding down the crack of Jeongguk's ass and collecting at his hole.

Easily, Taehyung is fitting his cock between his cheeks, “Gonna let me fuck you open?” He wonders, grinning at the quick nod of Jeongguk's head. “Please,” He whimpers out, feeling himself grow harder just from the thought of it.

Hips rocking slowly, Tae sets a teasing pace of his cock dragging between Jeon's cheeks, the younger moving back against his thrusts – desperate for any type of friction. Tattooed hand wrapped around his shaft, shallow strokes on his member to add to the pleasure.

“Condoms and lube?” Taehyung breathes out, a groan chasing the words. Just the simple strokes against Jeongguk has him harder and more ready than he had been before. Not able to wait any longer before he's able to sink into him.

“Top drawer,” Words rushed and breathy, Jeongguk points in the direction of his nightstand. Leaning over him, Tae is able to reach the nightstand to fish through for what he needed. The position has his dick pressed firmly against Jeongguk's hole, which has him moaning back arching slightly.

Once he's retrieved what he needs, Tae is leaning back allowing a chuckle to fall from his lips at the desperate boy below him. “You're so eager,” He comments with a laugh, lip tucked between his teeth as he secures the rubber onto his length. 

“Hurry, please.” There's whine in his voice, hands dropping from his throbbing cock to spread his cheeks apart. “Fuck, you're so hot,” Tae replies, squirting a generous amount of lube onto his hand before doing the same on Jeongguk.

He doesn't waste a second with sliding his fingers past the taut hole, able to push three in with an ease that has his eyebrows raising. Jeongguk must sense his curiosity, or he's growing impatient with the quick way he says, “I already prepped,”

A chuckle falls from Tae's lips as he pulls his fingers out, “Thought you said we didn't have to do anything?” He teases, hand wrapping around his own shaft and lifting it to line the head up with Jeongguk's hole.

“Yeah, but I hoped-” There's strain in his voice, words being cut off by the stretch of Taehyung's head entering him. He takes his time, watching as Jeongguk swallows his deeper inch by inch until his hips are pressed flush to his ass. “Ah, fuck.” Gukkie grunts, letting out the breath he had been holding since he first pushed in.

Hands gripping his hips, Taehyung pulls back with a long groan. “You're still so tight,” He points out. “It feels good, keep going.” Jeongguk urges him on and without any hesitation, Tae is pushing forward again.

It takes only a few thrusts for them to fall into rhythm, Jeongguk pushing back each time Tae is surging forward. That familiar warmth has begun to spread through Jeongguk's chest, the same feeling he had felt when they had first kissed. He can't help but wonder if Taehyung is feeling it too. 

One large hand set on his waist, the other buried in his hair is all he can manage to ground himself. Buried deep inside of Jeongguk, yet the pressure around his cock is the... second thing on his mind. It's hard to ignore the swell of his heart from the sound of the younger male's moans, him panting and asking for more.

The simple booty call he had thought he came here for taking on a different meaning, so quickly and so strong that he didn't have it in him to fight it. The only thing heard around the room was the steady slap of skin, mixed with their breathy moans – but Jeongguk and Tae are sure the frantic pound in their chest drowns out that noise.

Reaching around his body, Taehyung is able to wrap his hand around Jeongguk's shaft. Could tell the boy was close with the way he was withering beneath him. And with just a few timed strokes of his shaft, he's spilling out with a grunted breath – body collapsing forward onto the mattress, a string of curse words leaving his lips.

Just from the sight of Jeongguk falling apart has Tae teetering over the edge. Carefully, he's sliding from inside of him. Fingers working to peel the damp condom from his shaft as Jeongguk turns his body to lay onto his back. As soon as the condom is whisked away, Jeongguk's hand is reaching to wrap around Taehyung's shaft.

Stroking him all the way to his release. Sweaty damp hair, flushed cheeks, and dazed eyes – both boys are sure they look a mess to the other right now. Little did they know, they're both in agreement with how handsome they look. “Oh, fuck!” Tae's calling out, legs stiffening as his arousal shoots from his shaft, landing in thick streaks on Gukkie's abdomen.

He works him all the way through his release, reaching for the blanket to wipe the arousal from his chest and stomach as Taehyung falls into the space beside him. There's a permanent smile on Jeongguk's face as he turns onto his side, admiring the post-orgasm face beside him.

“Did that feel weird too?” He can't help the words from falling from his lips after moments of just laying there in silence. Taehyung's eyes had fallen closed in the past time, but they were now peaked open, taking in Jeongguk's soft features.

He's nodding his head. “Yeah. But a good weird.”

Jeongguk is smiling wide in agreement, a lazy arm reaching up to tangle in Tae's messy hair. Pulling his head down so he's able to press a smiling kiss to his lips. Tae kisses him back slowly, hand reaching up to cup the side of his face.

“You want to go eat?” Tae's asking causally, and if Jeongguk wasn't taken by then he surely was now. Amazed with the way he lucked out with this guy that was so much like him, but so different at the same time. It all worked.

Yet, there was one problem.

A problem that has a pink tint dusting over Gukkie's cheeks. “Yes, I would like that a lot... I just, uh... my legs are still tingling.” The grin that spreads onto Taehyung's lips can't be described as anything but triumphant.

He's propping his body up slightly so he can get a better look at the male, grin growing by the second. “I told you I'd wreck you.” There's pride in his voice, it only growing heavier by the moment. “And don't think I didn't hear you whining, Mr. I don't whine,”

Jeongguk is rolling his eyes instantly, masking the smile that fights its way onto his lips. Not willing to deny that he's ready to become a whiny mess for this man whenever he wanted, but not willing to stroke his ego either.

So he takes for kissing him instead, quickly becoming addicted to the stutter in his chest from the feeling of soft lips pressed against his.

– girl code rule #1: never, ever, under any circumstances fall for your best friend’s crush. but what happens when your best friend’s crush checks all the boxes of your ideal guy… and to make matters worse… he’s crazy about you too.

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