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journey, m | ot7

full title: journey to the dick

pairing(s): ot7 x reader

summary: A Cinderella story but it's a dick pic. Yup, that's right. You find a dick pic on your phone and make it your mission to find the owner of said dick. Time to fuck the seven hottest guys you know! Onwards!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, mentions of alcohol consumption / partying; horny crack, everyone radiates chaotic energy and wants to fuck; reader is comparing their dicks to above-mentioned dick pic so there's a lot of talk about dick, did I mention there's a lot of dick? dick; smut (fem reader, slight D/s dynamics in some scenes, m-receiving oral, cowgirl, penetrative sex, doggy, spanking, handjob, thigh fucking, dance studio sex, overstimulation, fingering, dry humping, 69, face-sitting, photography during sex, m-masturbation, being cummed on (neck / chest [a cum necklace LMAO] + hand), film studio sex, wall-fucking, being overheard / walked in on during sex (and not giving a shit, oops), implied car sex, implied threesome); non-idol!AU - ot7 x sex friend!reader; each member has their own scene

appearances based on the 'Butter' jacket photoshoots yes, the opening line is #50 of my prompt list LMAO title comes from Journey to the West, except it's dick because that's way more important. also, yeah, this is basically a harem hentai, but it's you and BTS, woohoo! :D

"Whose dick pic is this and why it is so inspirational?"

Park Jimin craned his head over to look at your phone, black hair brushing against your forehead. "Damn! That is an incredible dick."

"What are you guys talking about?" Kim Taehyung muttered, yanking your phone out of your hand and peering at the screen. His eyes widened, eyebrows shooting up into his dark brown hair. "Oh, ho! What a high-quality specimen of a dick."

"Why is it on my phone though?" you frowned, taking your phone back from Taehyung. You were sitting next to Jimin on their sofa, contemplating the great mysteries of the world. The black phone case had a cute mouse holding a large sewing needle and sitting next to a spool of sky-blue thread. "I didn't take this one, sadly."

"Maybe you were real drunk," Jimin offered.

"I haven't been real drunk since I projectile vomited in your guys' parking lot."

"That was last week," Taehyung reminded you, smiling amusedly.

You narrowed your eyes. "Look, it was a bad breakup."

"You went on, like, two dates," Jimin laughed, smacking you in the arm.

"It had potential!"

"Yeah, a potential dumpster fire," Taehyung added, rolling his eyes as he sat down on the other side of you. "I know you go for the quiet, nerdy ones, but you're just–"

"Brash? Forward? Ready to sit on dick at any second?"

Jimin was being very helpful.

Taehyung shoved Jimin's grinning face away. "It's a conflict of personality and yours is quite intense, so maybe you should try and be more open-minded about other options."

You frowned, not enjoying this pep talk that you probably needed. In fact, you avoided said pep talk at all costs. You reached back and yanked on Taehyung's ponytail. He prodded you in the left breast in response, glaring. You smacked his hand. He smacked your hand back.

Hey, when you don't have a good reply, resort to violence, right?

You looked back down at your phone. Swollen, red-purple, a good thickness. Nice length too, so hard it was sticking up without the assistance of a hand. You could spy the white pre-cum beading at the engorged tip. It was a strangely clear and well-composed photo. Black boxer briefs. Blue jeans, white shirt.

Fuck.

Could literally be any guy in the history of existence.

You turned the photo to Jimin. "Someone must have taken it last night when I couldn't find my phone for those two hours."

Jimin nodded. "Yeah, seems like it."

"You remember anyone in this outfit?"

Jimin snorted, wrinkling his cute nose. "Everyone was in jeans and a white t-shirt. 'Cause there was that wet t-shirt contest later that night, remember?"

You scratched your head. Ah, yes. Taehyung won. Man looked fucking amazing thanks to working out his arms and chest the past month. Was it solely for the purpose of a silly party gimmick? Maybe. You weren’t complaining though. You did what any good friend would do.

"Oh, right. Who won?"

Taehyung grabbed your shoulders and violently shook you. "I did! Obviously – ah, fuck you!" His tone quickly changed when he realized you were laughing like a maniac, doubling over in a pile of giggles with Jimin. "You're the worst," Taehyung pouted, holding his arms protectively.

"I'm just kidding, don't be mad," you chuckled, reaching over to hug him. He accepted it, but not without continuing to pout. You nuzzled his neck, placing soft kisses on his skin. "I bought you your favorite breakfast when you were hung over this morning, come on now."

His dark brown eyes shifted back and forth before letting out a long, deep sigh and hugging you back. Damn. He had a nice hug now thanks to these arms and his broad chest. He smelled like warm chamomile.

"I worked hard for these," he mumbled.

You patted him on the back before releasing him and holding up your phone. Back to the first order of business.

"Is this your dick?"

Taehyung scrunched up his face. "No? But I don't look at my dick at that angle either."

You puffed your cheeks and turned to Jimin.

"Is this your dick?"

Jimin plucked your phone from your hand. He tilted his head to one side. Then the other.

"Lemme check."

Then he stood up and started walking to the direction of the bathroom. Still holding your device.

"Uh..."

You trailed off.

Taehyung blinked.

The bathroom door closed.

Pants unzipped.

"PARK JIMIN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"You have to be kidding me, Jimin."

"Be reasonable. I can't get hard from this dick pic. Don't you want to know the owner of said dick?"

You pursed your lips and squinted at your phone, standing in Park Jimin's and Kim Taehyung's shared bathroom, because they were roommates and your friends. The mysterious discovery of said dick pic from last night's party sparked this Journey to the Dick, because it was a very impressive, intriguing, and, most importantly, inspirational specimen of the male genitalia. Clearly you had to investigate.

For science.

Which was why you were standing in the bathroom with Jimin's sweatpants off and begrudgingly getting to your knees. Begrudgingly, because...

"I thought we were supposed to be ordering pizza and watching Running Man."

"We are," Jimin answered cheerfully. "After you suck my dick."

You glanced at the photo once more.

It remained, indeed, very rousing of certain interests.

You gripped the waistband of Jimin's black boxer briefs.

Hmm...

Hold on.

You stood up suddenly and took your phone from him, sudden determination overtaking you.

"I have to do this correctly."

Jimin blinked rapidly, jumping with a yelp as you flung open the bathroom door to reveal Taehyung throwing himself into the wall, coughing awkwardly and hiding his face with his hands as you marched out purposefully. Jimin was still pants-less.

"In the proper order!"

Jimin and Taehyung shared a confused look.

"The hell does she mean, proper order?'

kim namjoon.

“Namjoon, may I look at your dick?”

Kim Namjoon looked up from his book and blinked at you over his round glasses.

“Pardon?” he replied in English.

“Your dick,” you responded in kind, in English and with succinct pronunciation. “Your penis. Your willy. Your ding-dong. Your–”

Namjoon removed a hand from his book and held it up. “My what?” he interrupted you, laughing.

Oh good, back to Korean so you didn’t have to flex all the different ways you knew how to say cock in English. “Take off your pants.”

He blinked rapidly, innocently sitting there in his flowy white button-up and brown pants. He even had suspenders. Fancy man. He had dyed his hair recently, a steel midnight blue. That’s how Namjoon was, attractive and book-smart. Absolutely won the lottery when it came to genes and brains. You couldn’t see the title of the book he was reading, but it was probably a self-help or philosophy book. He was into those nowadays, exploring the human mind, while you were more into exploring the physical aspects of humanity.

Fucking.

Luckily, fucking didn’t usually require reading.

(Usually, heh.)

“I have no objections to your proposition. I’m just confused on why so suddenly.”

You dropped your canvas tote bag on the ground. Your red, short summer dress covered in yellow lemons flared out as you shifted your weight to one hip. Your phone was in one of your hands and you waved it around like a baton as you talked.

“Aren’t I usually sudden when I want to fuck?”

Namjoon chuckled, rich and deep, shutting his book and putting it aside. Probably memorized his page number. Big sexy brain and all that jazz. A fantastic characteristic of his.

He also had a big sexy dick you were asking to see right now.

“You are, but sometimes you offer to buy me a meal or a snack first.”

“I mean, sure, if you want–”

He lifted a hand and cocked a finger towards himself, smiling. When he smiled, his dimples appeared. That was your favorite feature on Namjoon. You bounced over excitedly and sat on the couch, skirt flipping up and exposing your thighs, still holding your phone.

“I’m on a mission.”

He quirked an eyebrow, adjusting his glasses detective-style. “What kind of mission?”

You pointed to your phone. “Do you remember that party we went to, the one with the wet t-shirt contest?” You lifted your arm and flexed your rather defined bicep that made Namjoon raise his eyebrows and mouth a wow under his breath. Consistent handys really did the trick when it came to bicep muscle definition. “You remember, right? You showed off your guns.”

He burst out laughing, waving a hand. “They are not guns.”

“Sure, they are. I could do a lot of social justice with your biceps, Namjoon.”

He shook his head, grinning, dimples on full display. “And what’s with the dress? You don’t usually wear such a cute style.”

You ticked your phone to the apartment front door. “I’m meeting Seokjin later, but he said he’s going to play another round of bowling because Jungkook kicked his ass again. But anyway, back to what I was saying…”

“Ah, yes. I think I remember Jimin mentioning something to me now.”

You brightened, unlocking your phone and holding up the screen. “Right! I’m looking for the owner of this dick.”

His eyes widened and Namjoon leaned forward, readjusting his glasses again. “Wow. That’s quite a clear picture.” Then he coughed and averted his eyes.

You nodded quickly. “Well? Did you take this picture?”

He frowned and sat back against the sofa, sucking in a breath and ticking his head. “Mmm, maybe? I was pretty drunk. I don’t remember what I did…”

“Hah… Does this look like your dick, then?”

“How would I know?” he chuckled. “I don’t see my dick from that angle and I don’t have sober photoshoots with my dick.”

You pursed your lips. “Well, I suppose we’ll just have to fuck then. Drop the pants.”

The thing about Namjoon was that he was a very reasonable man. You had a problem and proposed a solution and he, an avid learner who liked searching for answers to the great mysteries of this world, had the means to help you out on your quest, so he did. In addition, he thought you were hot, you thought he was hot, and you’d already fucked a couple times before Journey to the Dick, so the mutual agreement was already there.

Splendid!

The other thing about Namjoon was that he really liked to make you work for it.

Slightly less splendid.

“Are you choking?”

You squinted at him and flipped him the bird. He was well-versed with popular Western hand gestures.

Namjoon nodded sagely. “That’s good.”

And he put his hand back onto the back of your head and shoved your mouth down onto his cock once more.

You had half a second to breathe again before air was forcefully taken from you, Namjoon now holding you there, nose-first into his crotch, sighing contentedly as he expanded in your mouth. You planted your hands onto his strong thighs and pushed, but his hand didn’t budge. The safe signal was three taps and you weren’t tapping out yet. You glared and Namjoon closed his eyes, smirking slowly.

He left his round glasses on.

‘Course he did.

Damn you, Namjoon!

You reached up and pawed at the buttons of his white shirt, making Namjoon open his eyes to see what you were doing as you unbuttoned them rather deftly for someone who had his dick filling up their throat. He looked down at you, cocking an eyebrow. You cheekily cocked one back, poking his pecs with your pinky.

He grinned. “Hm? What’s that?”

You clenched your throat around the head of his cock and he gasped, losing grip for a split second.

In that split second, you threw his shirt open, glorious his tan skin and large muscular pecs now in view, and slapped your hands down onto his thighs, instantly starting a fast, rough pace, curving your neck with every swallow, sandwiching his cock between tongue and top of your mouth, pulsing your wet muscles all over his length, staring at that well-built chest, watching the muscles ripple with his sudden, abrupt inhale.

“Oh, fuck!”

Sometimes you let Namjoon have the reigns, but this time you were on a mission, although it was a little distracting now because presently you had an unobstructed view of Kim Namjoon with his shirt open, head thrown back, midnight blue hair fanning over the sofa, his full lips open and panting, tendons in his neck tensing, broad shoulders flexed, leading down his defined chest and abs, core tight from your intense pace, thighs hard under your hands, cock swollen and thick, pulsating in your mouth. His large hands planted on top of yours, squeezing them with his.

The three taps applied to him too.

Instead, Namjoon moaned your name and gripped your hands.

“T-The picture… f-fuuuuuuuck…”

Shit, that’s right.

You reluctantly slowed, tongue swiping all over the underside of his dick, tracing the veins, moaning hotly around his cock. He lowered his chin, panting hard, dark brown eyes half-open and framed by his lovely silver glasses. It was him who reached for your phone and unlocked it. He remembered your pattern lock and you had only told him once. All your consistent fucks knew how to unlock your phone.

That’s how you had so many pictures of, ahem, good times.

He placed the phone on his hip and his head fell back against the sofa, inhaling deeply as you continued lapping at the base of the head, slowly sucking on it at the same time to keep him hard.

“Mmm, fuck, that’s nice…”

You mashed the tip of your tongue against the slit and coated it with pre-cum.

“Ah, come on, look already and compare,” Namjoon chuckled in his deep voice, raising a hand to pet your head. “Then you can finish me.”

You popped your mouth off reluctantly. “Hmm.” You placed a few fingers on his cock and looked at it, positioning it to the correct angle that matched the photo. “Huh, it’s pretty close. But you have this noticeable vein here, and I think the head of your cock is slightly different…” You squinted and brought your face rather close to his stiff length. “The skin tone seems right, but it’s not exact, and I think you’re bigger…”

Namjoon wrapped his hand around his dick and smacked your cheek with the head.

“Oi!”

You puffed your cheeks, strings of saliva and pre-cum covering your face.

He grinned, dimples on full display. “Oops.”

You jabbed your finger at your phone. “I’m doing an investigation here!”

He shrugged cheekily. “You said it wasn’t exact. Get up.”

You put your phone on top of his book on the side table and glared at him. “Well, yeah, but no need to bop me,” you grumbled, wiping your cheek with the back of your hand, standing up, and removing your panties as Namjoon reached over to his pants and pulled out a condom from the pocket.

You did say you were coming. Namjoon liked to be prepared for you.

“You said you liked it,” he mused as you straddled his lap.

“I do when I’m notin the middle of an important mission,” you huffed, picking up the hem of your dress and revealing your wet pussy, chin cocked in defiance.

“You don’t have to sit on my dick then,” he said, pausing with the condom right over his cock.

You frowned. “Hurry up.”

He cocked an eyebrow, dark brown eyes trapping you in his allure. “Doesn’t seem like you want it.”

You narrowed your eyes.

Growled.

Then you smacked his hands away and rolled down the condom yourself before sliding onto him with one swift motion, clenching your jaw at the sensation of being quickly and solidly filled up, not giving him or you time to adjust. Namjoon tensed his neck, grinning, large hands coming up to firmly grip your hips. Your own came up to grab his biceps and squeeze them, mustering up your most indignant scowl. He chuckled, smirking as you pulsed your walls around him.

“Hold your dress so I can fuck you.”

“Maybe I want to do the moving.”

He clicked his tongue and rammed his hips up into you, making you hiss at the feeling of his cock being driven into your tightness. Your nails dug into his arms, breaths shallowing into rapid gasps as he continued, firmly and roughly fucking you from below, hard thighs flexing and smacking into your inner thighs and ass.

“Hold your dress,” he repeated, voice low and commanding.

“You’re so bossy,” you muttered, reaching down with one hand to yank up your dress, pulling it up high so both you and Namjoon could watch as he very deliberately and very forcefully thrust upwards into your tight hole, smirking wider as he witnessed your expression and the strain of keeping the pleasure off your face.

“Don’t have to give orders if…” He jerked up particularly hard, hitting your sweet spot, causing you to gasp breathlessly. “You…” Smack! You bit you lip, moan trapped in your chest. “Just…” Smack!

“F-Fuck…”

“Listen.”

And then Namjoon seized your hips and fucked you hard and fast with you barely holding on his shoulder with one hand and the other clutching your dress, moaning his name shamelessly to his own face. Namjoon wasn’t a gloater. His face was serious and concentrated, brows furrowed and intent on giving maximum pleasure, maintaining clear control as you rapidly lost it, allowing and trusting him to lead you into carnal desires.

You leaned forward, hot exhale on his neck, changing the angle and letting him hit you deeper, tightening around him. You heard his breath hitch, hissing out your name. Your whispered against his jaw, close to his ear.

“You like it better when I don’t listen, Namjoon.”

So close, so close, so close.

He snickered, dark, devious, sensual.

“I dolove punishing you with my cock.”

You slid your hand into his midnight blue hair and shuddered, pleasure blooming from your core in heated throbs, savoring the intensity of the orgasm he gave you as Namjoon groaned in your ear, slamming you down onto his hard, twitching cock and moaning, spilling his own into the condom, thoroughly enjoying the vicious massage of your spasming pussy. You pressed your lips to his temple, flinching with the shivers that came after, riding out the peak by rocking your hips lightly, enjoying the fullness he gave you.

“Doesn’t seem like a punishment. I’m having a lot of fun,” you taunted, panting and mirthful.

He gave your ass a playful smack and you squeezed his length from top to bottom.

“We have time for round two,” he murmured, nibbling on your ear.

Kim Namjoon was a very reasonable man.

kim seokjin.

"Gah, fuck!"

"As a matter of fact, yes, let's."

Kim Seokjin nearly tripped and fell against the doorframe, gawking at you. His expressive brown eyes went wide, mouth open enough for a nice ice lolly to be placed between those plump lips.

"Why are you in my bed? Where are your clothes? Why are you holding Pink Bean like that?!"

You sighed exaggeratedly. Here we go. "I had a nice dress but Namjoon took it and said I can't have it back until after." You squeezed Seokjin's large Pink Bean plush that he usually kept on his bed, a fluffy representation of a boss from his favorite PC game, MapleStory. It had a bubblegum pink head, light purple horns, and a cute :3 face. You squashed it with your breasts and looked up at him, on your knees with your feet tucked under your ass, missing all your articles of clothing thanks to Kim Namjoon.

Such cute clothes only for him? I don’t think so.

Seokjin turned bright red, sputtering.

"D-D-Don't do that to Pink Bean!"

"Why not? You've fucked me from behind and I used Pink Bean as my chest support."

He strode across the room with two steps, his long legs making it easy, looking handsome and summery in his pastel yellow shirt and shorts two-piece set, flapping his hands helplessly.

"That was a special case!"

You started bouncing on Pink Bean, you and your tits. Seokjin's brown eyes nearly bulged out of his head and he actually tripped at the end of his bed, falling face-first with a high-pitched yelp.

"Seokjin, I need to see your dick."

He yanked his head up, chestnut brown hair flying everywhere, shooting you a confused glare.

"Yah! You can't just show up naked and start demanding dick while abusing Pink Bean!"

You reached up and scooped your breasts forward, squashing them between the purple horns, nipples poking out above Pink Bean's head. Seokjin looked like he was about to pass out. Probably from loss of blood to his head.

You balanced your phone in your cleavage, inspirational dick pic between your tits.

"Is this your dick, Seokjinnie?" you asked sweetly.

He started, squinting at the screen between your tits. "The heck? What is that?"

"A dick. Is it yours?"

Seokjin made a disgusted face.

"Are they really that ugly? Mine sure as hell isn't."

"Oh, so it's not? You know for sure?"

Seokjin scoffed. "Come on, there's no way that could be mine, look–"

And he sat up and yanked his shorts and underwear off, slapping them down on the floor and spreading his legs, presenting his very hard and quite pretty dick and balls. He huffed triumphantly, planting his hands in his hips.

"How could that thing compare to–gah!"

You crawled over Pink Bean, shoving the plush against your stomach and placing yourself between Seokjin's long legs, oblivious to his shriek of surprise, holding up his shirt as you compared his cock to the one on your phone.

"What the–where did you g-get that picture?!"

Your hot breath wafted over his twitching length as you held it delicately with your fingertips, ass up in the air, tilting his dick to adjust the angle so he mirrored the photo. "Remember that party with the wet t-shirt contest?” you explained nonchalantly. “The one where I said you'd totally win because of your broad shoulders, but Taehyung got more votes because he had been working out and looking all buff recently?"

Seokjin was gasping as you held up your phone. Hmm, not the same thickness. Plus, he seemed harder, sticking out straighter than this photo dick. But there was a small mole in his dick that seemed to match the picture. The length is pretty spot-on too. You scooted closer, cradling his cock with your palm and coaxing it with your fingertips, ass bouncing on Pink Bean's head.

"Oh, fuck..."

"Anyway, someone snapped this photo and I've been trying to figure out who, but everyone was drunk and, if I recall correctly, you were on a table dancing with a pool noodle and belting Kim Yonja's 'Amor Fati', so I don't think you remember much from that night."

Seokjin's voice was pitched, strained from holding back.

"I remember those... oh, fuck... those shorts you were wearing... ah, with your ass hanging out on the bottom... fuck, wanted to bend you over... but yeah, after that..."

Then you yelped when you felt his hands on your head dragging you forward and pressing your open lips to his cock.

"Ah, yeees..."

"Seokjin, wait–mphf!"

He shoved the head of his cock into your lips and looked down. You narrowed your eyes as he began to gently hump your face, filling your mouth with the hardness. You sucked in your cheeks a little, molding your mouth to him, still giving him your best annoyed face.

"Is it my dick?" he gasped, pushing deeper.

You made a confused noise and Seokjin frowned at you.

"Yes or no?"

Seriously? You held up your hand and hovered it in the air, wiggling your fingers up and down, the universal sign of–

"What do you mean, maybe?! Oh, it's because a phone camera isn't good enough to catch the majesty of my cock, is that it?"

You could had been annoyed, but then you thought about it. He brought up a good point. You hadn't considered that. Still, the shape wasn't exact though. A phone camera couldn't alter dick angle, right?

No time to think about it because Seokjin rammed his entire length into your mouth and down your throat in your moment of contemplation.

"Mmmphf!"

"Just, ah, don't move, let me fuck your face real quick–"

You didn't really expect anything less, so you pushed him down, sliding his shirt up his torso, changing the angle so you weren't straining your neck. Seokjin fell onto his elbows, hands letting go but hips still moving, groaning as you enclosed your mouth around him and rubbed your tongue all over.

"Ah, your ass is so sexy, damn, bounce it for me..."

He seemed to forget that in order to do that, you had to hump Pink Bean like a dog in heat but, hey, when the man who called himself World Wide Handsome (drunk and sober, that was the kind of man Kim Seokjin was) asks you to twerk for him, you do as you are told and give Pink Bean the best hump that plush is ever going to have.

"Fuuuuuuuck, yes, your ass is so perky and juicy, fuck, like a sweet peach..."

You tried not to choke with laughter in his dick, but the action made your throat muscles squeeze and spasm around the head, immediately making it jerk and swell at the added simulation, causing Seokjin to gasp your name and fiercely clutch his sheets.

"Fuck, yes...!"

You looked up, cocking an eyebrow, seeing his brown hair messy and fallen over his forehead, eyelids fluttering, panting as you took over the pace, firmly enveloping him all the way to the base, sandwiching him between your tongue and roof of your mouth, dragging the head over the slick wetness, pulsing expertly around his hardness. His dainty pink tongue flitted over his lips and made them glisten, full, plump, sexy as hell.

"I'm so glad Namjoon took your clothes," he wheezed.

This guy really said whatever thought that popped into his handsome head.

You smirked around his cock and wiggled your eyebrows.

Then you grabbed his hips and really gave it to him, fast and tight, angling your head so he slid into your throat deeply and easily, sending Seokjin into a sputter of curses, prayers, and blessings to who-knew-what, gripping fistfuls of his sheets and throwing his head back, beautiful neck on display and broad shoulders flexed, moaning loudly.

You almost stopped, awed by his perfectly sensual posture.

Then Seokjin thrust his crotch into your lips and gasped your name, shooting down your throat in swift, tense jolts, forcing you to stop staring at him and hurriedly gulp it all down, squeezing your eyes shut so you could concentrate, sucking in a short breath, and making him yelp, flinching to cram more of the head into your constricting throat.

You prodded his stomach sharply and drew an ‘X’, telling him to stop so you could swallow.

“B-But…”

You gave him a bunch of other hand gestures and none of them were nice. It contrasted the way you were lapping at his cock, coaxing him back to full hardness with soft tongue and delicate pushes against the roof of your mouth. He lifted one of his hands and started messing with yours, the one on his stomach making obscene hand signals. You felt him try and grab your fingers, poke at your palm, and, finally, grab your hand and tug it up, shoving your fingers into his mouth.

You popped your mouth off his cock in surprise. “Hey!”

Seokjin looked at you with giant brown eyes like a dog caught with a treat in his mouth. “Mmphf?”

You made a confused face at him.

His tongue started sliding between them, licking your joints and pads of your fingers, wiggling all around, covering you with his saliva and sending shivers over your skin at the strange sensation. You could feel the power in that squirming muscle, his brown eyes watching your reaction, your own eyes fixated on the way it looked, three of your fingers surrounded and crammed into those lush, soft, pillow-like lips, squirming, sensual tongue slipping between them, dripping saliva down your palm and back of your hand.

“H-Hey…”

It was bizarre, feeling an odd juxtaposition of the submissive nature of the act, and yet he was deliberate and forceful about it, staring pointedly as the tip of his tongue snaked out from the side of his lips, licking the side of your pinky.

“S… Seokjin…?”

He reached up and pulled your hand out of his mouth, the pads of your fingers dragging on his lower lip, wet streaks of saliva painted down his chin.

The ghost of a smirk on his open mouth, eyebrow ticking arrogantly.

You blinked at him, unaware that you were clutching Pink Bean with your other hand so hard that your knuckles were white.

Then Seokjin grinned and wrapped your wet hand around his dick and started jacking himself off with it.

“Hey! I want that in me!”

“What? Gah!”

Somehow, you convinced him to fuck you – read: threw Seokjin down on his own bed, put a condom on him, rolled him back on top of you and guided his cock to your pussy before grabbing his ass and yanking down, making you both gasp as he entered you with one smooth stroke, your back on top of Pink Bean.

Pink Bean was really seeing a lot of your naked body today, just like Kim Seokjin.

“F-Fuck– yah!”

That was his noise of protest as you yanked his yellow shirt over his head, throwing it as far as you could, out his still open bedroom door.

“Sorry, needed to get rid of useless things.”

“I like that shirt!”

You grabbed onto his wide shoulders and rolled your hips up into his crotch, wrapping your thighs around his waist and squeezing. He sputtered at the intense feeling of your pussy wrapping around him, arms shaking to hold himself up, brown hair messy and wild over his forehead, brown eyes wide in indignation.

“Sorry, my bad, I’ll pick it up after I get another out of this magnificent dick,” you quipped.

Seokjin turned red, unaccustomed to someone other than himself complimenting him.

“Why are you hanging onto me like a monkey – oh my God…!”

You used his mattress and Pink Bean to bounce up and down on his dick from below, fingers tangled in his hair, wetly smacking your hips into his crotch, panting his name into his ear, your cock feels so fucking good, love the way you fill me, fuck me up, Seokjin, giving him the praise that he wanted and that breathless moan he liked, the one where you added a bit of underlying mischievous depth, pulling back one of your hands and tracing his plush lips, his mouth opening and pink tongue lolling out, puling you into that wetness, locking his gaze with yours.

Soft and tight around two of your fingers as you slapped your hips into his, losing a bit of your power now that a hand was occupied, intense sparks shooting from your fingertips to your core, his tongue sliding sensually between them, your juices leaking out, getting wetter and wetter, head emptying and replaced with sinful pleasure as you stared into those dark brown orbs with blown-out pupils, sparkling eyes smiling at you.

Seokjin took over and started fucking you into his mattress (and Pink Bean).

Both of you completely forgot about the dick pic.

min yoongi.

"Ah, fuck, I forgot, I need to see your dick, f-fuck!"

"It's," Smack! "A," Smack! "Little," Smack! "Busy at the moment."

"Yoongi!"

The bed shifted and hit the wall.

"Oh no," came the most unbothered oh no behind you.

"Your damn neighbors are going to complain again," you hissed, planting your hands on the mattress and lifting your upper body up a little to scowl at him. "They're so annoying."

"Yeah, that's why I like fucking you," Min Yoongi snickered, looking back with his curly black mullet in complete disarray, smirking lips dark and swollen from making out. He raised an eyebrow at your displeased expression, dark brown eyes flashing. "Something wrong? Not rough enough for you?"

You narrowed your eyes. "I need to see your dick when it's fully hard."

He raised his eyebrows. "Sure. After this one."

"Yoongi–"

He cut you off. "Hand," he ordered.

You extended your left hand out back to him and he grabbed your forearm, long fingers gripping tightly, before proceeding his railing of your pussy from behind, your ass smacking into his crotch repeatedly.

"Yoongi – ah, oof!"

You slipped and fell face first into his pillows, gasping at the altered depth of each thrust, hard and deliberate, filling you up as you clenched around him, following his rhythm by pushing back with your hips and moaning as Yoongi slowly built up the pace, bottoming out each time.

"Why do you need to see my dick?" he asked nonchalantly as if he wasn't pounding you with it right this very second.

"Because, oh fuck, someone left a, fuck, Yoongi, yes, dick pic on my phone, aaah, right there, fuck, you're so fucking good, that night of the party, the one with the wet t-shirt c-contest, fuck, Yoongi, I love your dick so much, fuck!"

"Why would I do that?" he grunted, spanking your ass with his free hand and making you claw at his sheets, pain seeping into the pleasure and amplifying it, skin prickling hot, causing the excessive dripping between your joined legs. The headboard was now repeatedly smacking the wall.

"I dunno, you were drunk too, do you remember, mmm, yes, harder, yeah, like that, telling Taehyung you loved him and that he was your favorite little alien child?"

Behind you, you heard Yoongi choke slightly in embarrassment.

"No, I do not..."

"See, maybe you jacked off and snapped a memoir on my phone."

Yoongi let go of your arm and firmly gripped your ass with two hands.

"Memoirs are written."

"Maybe if they wrote their name, I wouldn't be on this journey – ah, Yoongi!"

You grabbed fistful of sheets and snapped yourself back up, your hair messy and cascading down your shoulders, meeting every vicious slap of Yoongi's hips to yours, his balls hitting your soaked clit and sending stings of satisfaction from your core to your limbs, so good, moaning his name, his growl of yours punctuated by his nails digging into your ass, give it to me, come on, and you fucked him back, pressing your palms into his sheets and feeling the shuddering ecstasy again and again, deep pulses tightening around his hardness, making him groan with want.

"One more, one more, I'm so fucking close, fuck..."

"You've been close, you're holding back, you're a dick, ow!"

Yoongi smacked your ass particularly hard and you clenched your core so tight that he gasped and probably delayed his orgasm even further.

"You're the one asking to see it," he panted, adjusting the angle to shove you further into his bed even though it wasn't possible, and continued his relentless assault in your pussy.

"If anyone has a nice dick, it's you, you bas... fuuuuuuuck, Yoongi, yes, I'm gonna c-cum, fuck!"

The pleasure shot through you like lightning, waves of tortuous triumph as you clutched his pillow and screamed his name into it, your juices leaking out from around his pumping cock and splattering onto his crotch and inner thighs, drenching his balls, saturating his skin with your sweet scent, Yoongi moaning your name and squeezing your ass as he fully sheathed himself in your shaking walls and exploded into the condom, his whole length twitching and shivering inside your spasming pussy, your ass prickling on pain, both of you gasping for air.

Someone on the other side of the wall was banging it and told you two to shut the fuck up, or at least you assumed that's what that muffled yelling was.

You and Yoongi ignored it.

"Are you... hah... okay?" Yoongi panted, rubbing your ass and kneading it.

"Of course, I am, what do you take me for, an amateur?" you chuckled, lifting your head, your breathing erratic and uneven. "Now let me see your dick, Yoongi."

The other side of the wall kept swearing. Very colorful, very loud, very upsetti in the spaghetti.

Poor thing must not be getting laid regularly.

"Fuck, fine, you know I like staying in there at least for a little while..." he grumbled, holding the condom down as you untangled yourself from his body, sighing exaggeratedly as you turned around and yanked it off. You tossed it into the trashcan that was already beside the bed.

Yoongi had the foresight to be prepared for a night with you.

"I don't have to leave soon. We have plenty of time."

The shouting through the wall seemed to have given up, kicking it once and swearing very heatedly before stomping off.

"You better not. I'm not finished with you."

You picked up your phone and unlocked it, opening your photo gallery, pushing Yoongi down so you could wrap your fingers around his slick, semi-hard cock. It throbbed contentedly in your hand as you began to move it up and down in smooth, tight strokes, flexing your fingers to add variation in the stimulation.

"Mmm, fuck, yeah, faster..."

You pulled the photo up and put your phone on the bed beside his hip and calmly continued your movements, looking down at him, him and fair-skinned cheeks with a slight fluffiness to them, him and his lightly upturned upper lip that gave him a cat-like appearance, him and his lowered lashes over black-brown orbs that held quiet, sensual intelligence. His hair was messy from fucking you so hard, but he was effortlessly sexy regardless, leaning back on his elbows, torso lifted to watch your hand. Yoongi noticed you staring and raised an eyebrow, wispy black strands grazing his dark brow.

“What?”

You smiled.

“Just thinking you’re really hot, Yoongi.”

He cringed slightly, ears turning pink and shifted his eyes away, closing them. Your own roamed down, down his defined shoulders and toned arms and chest, sucking in a breath at the sight, that slim waist and pretty hips, his cock filling up your hand, getting harder and harder, the head getting darker from sensitivity, the slickness of the lube and his own cum making it easier for you and better for him. Your other hand traced his side, running your nails over it and you heard his low moan, raising your head and your eyes found his. He was observing you again, glancing from the photo to you, the corner of his lips tugging upwards, ticking his head to the screen.

“That it?”

You ran your nails over his skin, just the way he liked it, light, pressing in a little when it came to the upper side of his hip, seeing his pupils expand and his breathing shallow, pink tongue licking his lips slowly.

“Yeah,” you replied breathlessly.

You increased the pace, pumping him from base to head, entranced by Yoongi’s expression, desire and cockiness despite becoming unraveled in your hands, his lower body trembling under you, your thighs pressed to his tense ones, tempting you to sit on and rub yourself all over them.

“Pretty dick.”

Slap, slap, slap. Hand on wet cock, sending shivers through you and through him.

“That’s why it could be yours.”

You saw his cheeks flush light pink, but he didn’t look away. Instead, he made piercing eye contact.

“Stop.”

You gasped sharply and ceased all movement, feeling his rigid stiffness pulse against your palm.

“Look,” Yoongi commanded in that low, raspy voice of his.

You bit your lip and removed your hand, strings of fluids snapping between your fingers and his hot, taut skin. His cock was so hard that it was sticking straight up, dark and imposing, twitching slightly. Long pale fingers picked up your phone and held it next to his erection.

“Well?” he chuckled.

You chewed on your lip, squinting at the screen. Reached over and ran your wet fingers over his twitching length, hearing Yoongi hiss and gasp at your touch as you angled his dick to match up with the photo. Surprisingly, it wasn’t that difficult – the position seemed to match up perfectly. He was a little taller and thicker though. The shape of the head was similar, but also a bit off. The skin tone wasn’t quite correct either, the red-purple with subtly differing undertones. Still, lighting might affect that kind of detail. It wasn’t like you knew where this picture was taken.

“Hm… It’s really close, but not an exact match.”

“Well, damn.”

Yoongi tossed your phone aside carelessly, hand reaching out and you bent down, already knowing what he wanted, lips to lips, sliding against his body. You loved the way he kissed. Intense but soft, hand on your jaw and thumb caressing your cheek, nail grazing your earlobe, whispering into your lips, put me between your thighs, and you shifting up, closing your thighs around his wet cock, his lustful sigh and smirk on your lips, slowly thrusting in between your legs.

“Tighter.”

You hooked your ankles, one over the another and squeezed.

“Mmm, fuck yes, you’re so good…”

His words reminded you of the first time, crammed into the backseat of a small car, snuck out of a party to have Min Yoongi pull you into his grasp, tongue and lips all over you, your arms over his shoulders, wondering what you were doing because this kind of guy wasn’t your type, quiet, yes, a music nerd, yes, however he knew what he was doing, light bites on you skin making you gasp and slide down his jean-covered thigh, delicious friction to your soaked panties, tipping your head back to give that decadent mouth more access to your throat.

Your phone vibrated in your back pocket. A certain someone was probably wondering where you were.

“Yoongi, how… fuck, yes, how are you so good… you’re so good…”

His deep voice over your vocal cords, vibrating them with his seductive tone.

“DND your phone,” he purred, drawing a line down your throat with his tongue, coating you with his saliva, his musky, woody cologne transferring to your shivering skin.

“What…?” you panted, unable to think straight.

He plucked it out of your back pocket, tapping it against your arm.

“Put it on do not disturb and I’ll make you cum so hard that you’ll be coming back to me all the time.”

You fumbled with your phone, strong hands scooping out your breasts from your top, those lips sinking into your cleavage and tongue ghosting over your nipples, moaning as you dropped it, ignoring Park Jimin’s text, lost in those skillful hands and that expert mouth that eventually kissed down to your pussy and drove you crazy, but not before setting your skin on fire and making you beg for it.

“Yoongi…”

His lips on yours, his eyes and your eyes both half-open, marveling at the way his lashes adorned those black brown orbs and the way he looked at you, drunk on lust and your body.

“You want me?”

Hands on your hips, grinding you down on his thigh, teasing you. He wasn’t your type, he wasn’t your type, he wasn’t your type… so why, why did that sly, knowing gaze do things to you? Why did it make your heartbeat stutter and your juices seep into the denim of his jeans, so turned on that you didn’t want anything else right now but Min Yoongi?

It just didn’t make any sense.

“Y… Yeah…”

That smirk.

“I know you do.”

You did end up coming back all the time.

He was very good and it wasn’t just his mouth.

Yoongi backed up and smirked, open-mouthed, mischievous, so fucking hot that you felt your pussy throb at the mere sight, his warm, pulsing length still jammed between your soft, closed thighs.

“You wanna ride my dick?”

You grinned. “Thought you’d never ask.”

You completely forgot about the photo and spent the rest of the night on Yoongi’s cock and ignoring the yelling from his neighbors.

jung hoseok.

“Hoseokie…”

Teeth on your ear, a dexterous, teasing tongue flicking your earrings, your name coming out of that heart-shaped smile in a low, sultry whisper that contrasted it.

“You can’t come here looking like this and not expect me to want to ruin you,” Jung Hoseok purred into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Your lips curved into a smile.

You were on your knees, spread out a little, short black minidress hiked up your thighs, facing the mirrors of the dance studio. Hoseok knelt behind you, hands travelling all over your body. Deft fingers, neatly manicured nails, his sharp jaw grazing your shoulder, pulling down the thin straps. Your large hoodie was tossed to the side, scattered onto the hardwood floor in haste. The frosted door of Smile Hoya’s rented dance studio space was locked, hip-hop music blaring loudly, and in the center was you and Hoseok.

You knew he could hear your shuddering exhale well, already attuned to the sounds of your pleasure.

He smirked and kissed the top of your ear, yanking down the top of your dress.

It wasn’t like this the first time.

“Ah, well, I was hoping… wondering, ah… I don’t know how to say…?”

You were in his bedroom at the time, confused. “Yoongi said you wanted to talk to me about something? What is it, Hoseok?”

He had been very nervous, somewhat shaky, staring into your eyes. You reached over and squeezed his hand, tilting your head. He took a moment to speak, hiding his brown eyes under his blond hair.

“Uh, well, I was talking to hyung and I mentioned I… I feel like I have to put up a front sometimes. Because I’m so happy and stuff. Women expect me to be like that… in bed… And he suggested that maybe you could help me… chill out, but, uh, that’s really rude to say, ah, I shouldn’t have–”

He tried to yank his hand out of yours in panic but you held on, tugged forward by his movement. Hoseok squeaked, ears turning red, freezing in place.

“Hey.”

You held his hand and patted it with your free one, smiling gently.

“I absolutely can help you chill out when it comes to sex. What do you want to know? What do you want to do? I’ll teach you.”

You noticed his expression change from panic to worry, chewing on his lip.

“N… No, you misunderstand… It’s not having sex, I…”

He trailed off, suddenly silent. You frowned slightly, nudging him. Hoseok cleared his throat and looked you dead in the eye.

“I’m not nice.”

Now he squeezed your hand tightly, breathing in your scent.

“Or rather, I don’t want to be nice when I fuck. Sometimes I want to let go and just…” He frowned, not seeming to know the word.

You leaned in, whispering in his ear.

“Fuck?”

“Yeah, I just… don’t want to think about an image I have to uphold.”

You grinned. “Yoongi did direct you to the right woman.”

His blond hair was even lighter now, the tips dyed with navy, a soft, sexy contrast to his rich tan skin. This was now many, many fucks later, hooking up at parties, at random times at his apartment, and now at the space he rented to practice dance on his own. Hoseok liked to freestyle and feel the music. When he fucked, he liked to feel the moment.

His hands gripped your breasts and squeezed, sandwiching your nipples between his index and middle finger, tugging hard.

You gasped in his hands, just what he wanted, open-mouthed smirk and all.

“Hoseok… I have to… ah, ask you something…”

He shoved his hips into your back and you gasped at the thinness of his shorts, rubbing his hardening cock against the top of your ass. A brown orb watched you through the mirror and he was smiling that brilliant, heart-shaped smile, contrasting his forceful touch.

“What do you want to ask?” he chirped cheerfully, pinching your nipples and twisting them.

You moaned, savoring the swift, firm pain followed by the pads of his fingers rubbing the tips of your nipples, grinding your ass onto his stiff length. Your phone was in your right hand. You bit your lip, seeing him watch you carefully in the mirror. You raised the phone and unlocked it.

“Is this your dick?”

You noticed Hoseok pause and squint. You turned your phone and held at up so he could get a good look. His hands were still on your tits, although he had paused the moment to view the image, blinking rapidly at it.

“When was this taken?” He tilted his head, looking confused.

“The party with the wet t-shirt contest? The–”

“One where Yoongi grabbed Taehyung and told him he was his favorite alien child?”

“Oh? You do remember?”

Hoseok winced, as if the events of the night haunted him. “I remember… not much after that…”

“Oh…” You faltered. “So you wouldn’t remember if you took this picture on my phone, huh?”

“No, sorry.”

“Then… can I see it?”

He grinned. “You have to earn it.”

Earning it could mean anything.

Today, earning it meant cumming at least three times with Hoseok’s fingers before he even let you take off his shorts.

“H-Hoseok…!”

He always smelled so good, so fucking good, orange and musk complemented with the barely-there vanilla sweetness, a scent that always seemed to linger on your skin afterward. His lips were on your neck, leaving small bites, chuckling darkly. One hand on your nipple, the other between your legs, your dress bunched at the waist and your panties at your knees, not letting you take any of it off, forcing you to watch yourself as he wrecked you, teasing your oversensitive clit with his fingertips, slick and slippery, thighs shaking from the second orgasm and coaxing you to the third, sharp throbs of lust causing your eyes to roll back, head falling against his shoulder.

“Hoseok, p-please…”

He had no trouble holding onto you, flexible and strong, and you were grinding your hips down, lost in the feeling, leaking everywhere because he hadn’t actually put his fingers inside you yet, teasing you and teasing you and teasing you, driving you crazy, please put your fingers inside me, please Hoseok, your name murmured gently in your ear, no, not until the third time, and then I’m going to put my cock in you once you’ve shown me how good of a girl you are, and you were going to lose your mind, shivering in continued ecstasy, squirming in his hands, your own reaching back and fisting his hair and white shirt, moans masked by the loud music, so close, so close, your perfume mixing with his, sex and cologne, shivers and heat, teeth on your ear and circles rubbed onto your aching nerves.

Shallow gasps.

Peaking pleasure.

Seeing nothing but black, eyelids fluttering, wanton moans torn from your throat.

The song ended.

Hoseok removed his hand from your nipple and covered your mouth, muffling your scream as you came, taking your air and your sanity, pleasure rocketing up your core, crying out with need for something, anything, inside you, pushing your hips back into his crotch, feeling his cock swell at your bouncing ass, desperate for him.

The music began again.

Now you were on your hands and knees, suddenly released, gasping for breath, legs shaking from the aftershocks.

“Look.”

Turning around, your shaking hands pulling down his shorts hurriedly, still wearing your black dress and panties around your knees, hardly registering the inconvenience, not caring, completely focused on the semi-hard length in front of your face. No time. Hoseok gave you no time, grabbing your face and dragging your open mouth to him, sliding into your lips, his oversized shirt touching your nose, you whimpering at the hotness and tautness of his velvet skin. The fullness invaded your throat, taking your breath away. He buried himself all the way in before yanking his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside with his vest that was shed earlier, far too hot now, looking down at you through his lashes.

“Don’t choke.”

Hand in your hair, pushing you down, not letting you move as he rolled his hips into your face, the head rubbing against the rood of your mouth and your tongue pushing it up to make it tighter for him, taking him deeper, hazy and intoxicated on orange, musk and vanilla. His other hand held your phone up, unlocking it with ease.

Smirk on those lips, heart-shaped and teasing. “So? Is it mine?”

You whined, not wanting him out of your mouth.

“Your choice,” Hoseok chuckled, tone light and unassuming, the edge of danger only visible in those sparkling brown eyes. “Find out or I’ll cum in your mouth and not in that pretty pussy of yours I’m looking at right now.”

Right, because you were bent over, ass facing the mirror, wetness dripping down your inner thighs.

Fuck.

You backed up, growling, glaring at the picture you knew all too well now.

“Well?”

Fine, fine, fine, you were on this fucking Journey to the Dick, and it was starting to feel more like an annoying side mission than the actual main storyline, but, whatever, you reached up and angled Hoseok’s cock slightly, sucking in a breath with him as you looked from phone screen to the delicious real-life specimen. Hm, okay. Similar in length and color. Not in angle though. Shit. And not in width either, barely a hair slimmer and the vein placement was more prominent on Hoseok’s length than this dick.

“Fuck, it’s really fucking close but I don’t think it’s yours.”

“Shit,” Hoseok sighed, turning your phone off and tossing it onto his discarded shirt. “Oh well.”

You narrowed your eyes, pouting. “What kind of react–gah!”

Hoseok pushed you down onto the ground, pushing his shorts down to his knees and pulling out a condom from the pocket, cocking a brow. You sputtered, trying to untangle yourself from the labyrinth of your own clothes, but only managed to kick off your panties before he got the condom rolled down and pushed your legs up, lifting your ass completely off the floor.

“Can’t have this pretty ass on this dirty floor,” he snickered, lifting himself higher, bending you in half, almost on your upper back, nearly uncomfortable, but Hoseok was stronger than he looked, and when he gave you what you needed, you instantly forgot about the discomfort.

“Oooh, fuck, Hoseok!”

He plunged into you, into hot wet tightness, stretching you out easily from the previous wetness, clit throbbing as he smacked his hips down, his balls slapping against your ass, drawing out another moan as his fingers brushed your clit, making you spasm and clench around his cock as he teased the overstimulated bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, yes, so tight, so wet, so desperate for a cock to fill this hole, aren’t you?” he purred, still so sweet but with such dirty words, so handsome with his blond hair and navy tips, heart-shaped smirk and glittering eyes, and the way he said your name, dainty and serene, slowly thrusting into you, but so hard, he was so hard from being inside you, completely consumed by the physicality of the act and no longer the same man who had been worrying about how you would perceive him.

That seemed ages ago now.

Your hands reached up between your legs, running your fingers through his hair, completely forgetting about the photo of the mysterious dick and focused on the one thrusting between your legs, smiling up at him, those brown eyes and lovely jaw.

“You’re so good, Hoseok, so fucking good to me, fuck, harder, yes, ah…”

Both of you forgot about the music, fucking through the pause between them, hoping that everyone else was too busy with their own choreography to think about the hot gasps and moans exchanged between you and him in the middle of the room, the act reflected in the wall of mirrors, the slap of skin-on-skin echoing off the walls, your name and his name in breathless whispers, tight and full and hot and wet and soaring on sky-high pleasure, climbing altitude and running out of oxygen.

“Fuck, gonna cum, fuck–”

“Ah, Hoseok, yes…”

Tip, free-fall, you clamping a hand over Hoseok’s mouth and his hand over yours, screaming into each other’s palms at the intensity and the force of orgasm, smacking your hips together and holding them there, feeling his cock twitch inside you and your shivering walls clamp around him in rough, intense pulses.

It took a moment to disembark from the euphoric high.

“Hah… we should… probably not fuck here…” he gasped, falling a little, cradling your ass so it didn’t directly touch the floor.

“I’d fuck you anywhere, so that’s your fault. You need to be the voice of reason.”

He laughed, rich and infectious, and you grinned, holding his head against your breasts and hugging him tightly.

park jimin.

“I hate you.”

“Come on, Jimin.”

"I was supposed to be first!"

"Oh my God, are we going on about this again?!"

"You were supposed to suck MY dick first!"

"Stop being a fucking brat, Park Jimin!"

"No!"

You tackled him and you both fell to the floor, rolling into a mess of giant t-shirts, fierce kisses and your hands in his now red hair, fiery and hot-headed like he was being right now.

"You little–"

"Don't you dare call me little!"

"I was gonna call you a little shithead but if you wanna be a big shithead, that's fine with me!"

He pinned you down and you grabbed his waist with your legs and rammed your crotch into his black shorts, making him gasp in horny pain and crumple into his laundry that you were supposed to help him fold, but instead you were wrestling and he was complaining about not getting his dick sucked.

It was your turn to pin him down with your arms and your thighs, Jimin seeing stars as he struggled to breathe from your lower belly smacking his erection the wrong way.

"Why, ack, why did you run off saying there's a proper order?" he choked out, choking harder as your panty-covered mound sat down on his length and started rubbing up and down, smirking down at him, his red hair flaring out on his cream rug.

"'Cause there is," you replied, calm and cool.

"Order of what? Order of how you fucked us?"

"Nah, I fucked Yoongi first, remember? At that party, ages ago..." you hummed, extending the expanse of your movement, sliding up and down his thighs, his plush lips open and moaning softly, his grip on your large t-shirt tightening. It was actually his, because neither you nor Jimin knew the meaning of keeping your clothes on.

"Yeah, in my car!"

"Eh, you were drunk and playing pool with Taehyung, which, by the way, he mad cheated and you didn't even notice."

"Fuck!"

You weren't sure if that exclamation was related to your teasing or Taehyung cheating, but Jimin removed one of his hands from your shirt and flipped off the wall, in the direction of Taehyung's room.

Ah, so not you.

"Is it age order? But Namjoon isn't the oldest..." Jimin refuted himself, frowning.

"He’s first because he's kind of like the leader of you guys, isn't he? You all end up listening to his reasoning anyway."

Jimin squinted, pouting. "That's just because his tall and smart and has a fatty IQ."

You grinned. "148."

Jimin looked very annoyed that you remembered the exact number.

“I never thought about it, but other than that, it is age order, huh?” you mused, bouncing on his dick.

He shuddered with satisfaction, rolling his hips into you. “Then why would you…?”

You shrugged. “Your names sound good together like that. Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook…”

Jimin added your name last with an amused smirk. You bit your lower lip, cocking an eyebrow and sporting a devious smile, leaning down. Lips to lips, a soft sigh, remembering that night, stumbling out of Jimin’s car and tangled in Yoongi’s touch, still kissing Yoongi with your ass on the hood of the car. Jimin had been annoyed at you then too, how could you fuck him first and not me, Yoongi laughing in that raspy, sexy way of his, because I asked, dumbass, Jimin grabbing your face and kissing you right in front of Yoongi, the older man clicking his tongue and squeezing your ass tighter, unimpressed.

In some ways, that night started off the chain reaction of hey, why not me?

Okay, maybe you did have some frustrations about your dating life and ended up tumbling into their beds for, ahem, emotional support, but in your defense, they were all great when it came to emotional support.

“Sit on my face.”

“That’s not the angle of the dick pic though.”

“Then just take the pic from that position. That’s how it was taken, right?”

Sometimes, Park Jimin was a damn genius.

He was great at eating pussy too.

“Ah, fuuuck, Jimin…”

A little messy at first, humming approvingly at your taste, thrusting his tongue into you and moaning as your muscles closed in on it, your slick nectar painting those beautiful, soft lips, him pressing them to your heat, lewd kisses, tongue swiping up and down.

“Gotta clean you up so you can dirty me up,” he breathed, tracing sensual patterns in between your thighs with his tongue, small nips to make you whine, his hands on your ass, moaning into your pussy as your kiss came into contact with his rigid cock, dripping saliva and licking it back up, gyrating your tongue at the tip and licking off the pre-cum, savoring the taste, strong and almost sweet.

Everything about Jimin was sweet, even when he was frustrated with you.

“Fuck, give it to me.”

His hands on your ass, pushing you down, setting your pussy flush onto his lips, blocking off his airway and moaning hotly, desperate, needy, wanting your noises as you swallowed him, his length swelling in your mouth at the wet encasement, swirling your tongue all around.

You’re so mean. I can’t believe you wouldn’t ask me first, get on your knees, come on, aren’t you sorry?

You weren’t, not even in the slightest bit sorry for fucking Yoongi in his car, but you had enjoyed his little pout and twinge of jealousy, kisses up his muscular thighs, the same thighs you were clutching right now, one hand tucking your hair behind your ear, remembering his hand on the back of your head, pushing you down on his cock, the same cock you buried all the way into the back of your throat, blocking your own ability to breathe, suffocating on it as Jimin groaned, coming back up for air, rushing exhale washing over your skin before returning to his work on your clit, rapid, intense licks that shimmered pleasure through your veins.

Jimin made you choke on his dick after the Yoongi incident, but you were the one in control of it now, rutting the head against your throat muscles, feeling it get harder and harder. He always felt so good in your mouth, recalling him saying once, I just really like getting my dick sucked, shut up and stop shaming me, tongue and lips and saliva, remembering how much he liked it when you held the base and focused on the tip, his muffled whines getting more intense and vibrating your core, making sure to pop your lips over the bottom of the head every time you came up and then pressing them tightly as you went back down, doing it all at that fast, suffocating pace that made him stop licking you to throw his head back and moan, loud lust radiating off the walls, not caring about disturbing anyone, too absorbed into your pace to be considerate.

“F-Fuck, yeah, just like that, fuck, you’re so good…”

Jimin was part of the reason you were good.

He really liked getting his dick sucked. Your mouth was one of his favorites and usually readily available.

Win-win.

“Faster, fuck, oh, shit, I’m gonna cum, mmmphf!”

He grabbed your ass and smothering himself with your pussy, body trembling under you as his cock jerked and shot into your throat, your lips closing in, sucking hard to drink his cum, his moans filling your wet hole and tongue all over your clit, furiously licking as you rubbed the twitching head into the roof of your mouth, his hips squirming at the overstimulation, but his violent grip and nails digging into your ass was telling you to do it, telling you he loved it, telling you he needed it, begging you to do what you did best, gulping around the head and then jamming it into your throat, cutting off your air.

He sucked on your clit, hard, whining so loud that you could feel it in his chest and racing heartbeat pressed against your lower belly, almost lifting your lower half with his upper body alone, showing off his strength from dancing. You angled your head, taking as much as you could, nose in his balls, whimpering around his cock and the snap of orgasm making your entire body flinch, leaking all over his face and into his mouth, his nose buried into your pussy, tongue soothing your throbbing clit, wave after intense wave, barely breathing, lightheaded with pleasure, clutching his thighs tightly, naked bodies suddenly dirty, surrounded by clean laundry.

Jimin yanked his head out from between your legs, panting in satisfaction, diving back in to shove his tongue on your quivering hole and scoop out your orgasm, sucking it out to drink it, murmuring your name into your slick juices.

“You taste so fucking good, fuck…”

You came up for air, gasping, tongue lolling out, holding his cock and rubbing the slit against your wet muscle. His stiff length twitched, still hard because of your mouth.

“Take the picture, mmm, yes, did you forget?” Jimin gasped into your pussy.

You fumbled with your phone beside his leg, still reeling from orgasm and Jimin’s continued ministrations, putting it in selfie mode and seeing the lower half of your face, chin shiny with saliva, his cum dripping off your lower lip, his cock in front of your face and naked chest, your breasts pressed into his abs.

You thought about licking off the visible cum, but then you decided against it, snapping the photo with your tongue hovering close to his rock-hard erection.

You knew the composition of the inspirational dick pic now, so you brought it up in a photo editing app, putting the two side by side while wrapping your lips around the head of Jimin’s cock, sucking it leisurely like a lollipop. He didn’t ask you to get off.

Instead, he planted your pussy into his face and suffocated himself with it again.

You studied the two photos. Hm. Firstly, yours was much sexier. No offense to white t-shirt, blue jeans, and black boxer briefs guy, but your glistening cum-covered lips and squashed tits in the background of the cock made the photo eons better than his. Jimin would definitely be asking for yours later. Anyway, back to the picture. Hmm. Jimin’s dick was slightly shorter and straighter, with a warmer skin tone to his purple-red tip, although the head shape was spot on. Was that possible to have a different length but almost identical head shapes? Did dicks work that way? Did Jimin have an equally sexy twin brother or doppelganger somewhere?

Hm, a threesome with basically two Jimins would be hot as hell.

He patted your leg and you climbed off him, sighing as you rolled over and pursed your lips, concluding that his wasn’t the mystery dick. Once again, close, but no dick. Wait. That wasn’t the saying. Eh, whatever.

“Fuck, send me that photo later, I’m gonna jack off to it.”

You laughed, feeling him crawl beside you and roll you onto your stomach, pinning you down with his naked body. “You wanna jack it to your own dick?”

He was rubbing said dick into the crevice of your ass cheeks now, using your saliva was lube. “Fuck yeah I wanna jack it to my own dick with your lips covered with my cum and your titties on my stomach, sounds fuckin’ hot.”

“You’re such a pervert, Jimin.”

“And you aren’t?”

The front door slammed shut. There was a loud yell of your name in deep baritone.

“Aw, hell no, I’m getting it in this pussy first, I got time before he comes to collect,” Jimin growled, reaching into his discarded shorts and ripping open a condom, scrambling off you and rolling it down his still-hard length, grabbing one of your legs.

You shifted to your side, glaring at him. “What am I, taxes?”

The deep voice called your name again, asking where you were.

He didn’t have to wait long for an answer though, because Jimin thrust into you and you ended up moaning Kim Taeyang’s name to inform him of your whereabouts, causing Jimin to bend over and fuck you hard and rough.

“I can’t believe you would moan his name like that with my dick inside you,” Jimin growled, looking far too cute to actually be pissed at you. “Gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll be sore for him.”

Everything about Jimin was sweet, even when he was firmly fucking you into his floor and making you yelp as Taehyung burst the door open, sighing at the scene.

“Who would have fucking guessed what you two are doing…”

kim taehyung.

"You're so fucking stubborn."

"Wow, that's really rude, I don't make comments about your–"

"Shut up, I'm deleting his number."

You narrowed your eyes and frowned, sitting with one leg bent on Kim Taehyung's bed. He was currently in possession of your phone, clicking his tongue and pressing buttons on the screen.

"When someone tells you to leave them alone, you leave them alone," he scolded.

You cowered slightly, eyes shifting. "I was only asking if he was doing anything this weekend... I didn't have any ulterior motives..."

Taehyung squinted. You deliberately avoided his gaze. He sighed, crossing his arms. You were still wearing Jimin's shirt with nothing underneath so, uh, maybe he had good reason to be suspicious.

"You have a virgin kink."

You choked on nothing. "What, no, I don't–"

Taehyung reached over to his desk and put on the thin, gold-framed glasses he kept there. He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. You abruptly stopped talking and gawked at him, breathless at the way his dark brown orbs were bordered by gold and his long, black-brown hair, the rest tied back in a small ponytail.

"And a glasses kink."

He took them off and you sucked in a tight breath, grimacing.

"That's why you keep going after these kinds of guys," Taehyung tutted, neatly folding the specs and placing them back on his desk. "And why you bonked Namjoon-hyung so fast, only to realize that he is not, in fact, a virgin."

"W-Well, he's still good..."

"Same reason why you got so excited when–"

"Look," you cut in, chopping the air with your hand, not letting Taehyung finish. His eyebrow seemed permanently raised. "I'm off my bullshit for now, no? I've got a mission–" You pointed to your phone and he held it out of your reach. You scowled and bounced back down into the bed. His eyes weren't following your face, but you ignored it. "–and I'll stop okay?"

Taehyung cocked his other eyebrow.

"Serious. You just deleted all the numbers except you and your friends, right?"

He turned the screen, thumb hovering over a certain number. Him and his friends were listed from one to seven, in order.

His thumb was over number seven.

"Don't," you whined. "Please, Tae."

His brows lowered, serious expression on his handsome face.

Then he smirked, dumping your phone on the bed.

"Silly girl," he drawled, crawling onto the bed, advancing towards you, sultry gaze and enchanting eyes making you forget about your device. "Why would I do that? He likes you so much."

You growled slightly, letting him push you down but not relenting. "That's really fucked up."

"That I wanna hear you say please?"

His hand lifted and cupped your chin, mischievous smile, unable to contain his pride for his little trick, sliding his leg between your thighs, tilting his head.

"Not just any please," he murmured, deep voice silky smooth, dark curled stands brushing against your cheeks he leaned in, hot exhale on your lips. "Your needy please when I threaten to take your precious Jungkookie from you."

You tried to close your legs but he stopped you with his knee, tilting his head, highly amused at your narrowed eyes.

"You don't like it?" He was leaning down, feathery kisses on your lips and cheeks. "I know you like it when I tease you." His honey voice was dripping into the fire, turning into fuel that fed the sparks of arousal, your hands coming up to clutch his black shirt, pulling down the center zipper, his deep chuckle in your skin, hand from your chin sliding up to your hair, the other tapping down your front, grazing the thin t-shirt material.

"Don't..." you gasped, his deft touch toying with the hem. “Don't use the others against me. That's not fair...”

“Mmm, yeah?”

Drawing circles on your inner thigh with his nail, nicking the skin.

"You only want to think about me?"

Your phone hummed with a notification. Taehyung chuckled, fingers creeping closer and closer.

"Aw, I wonder who that is? But that's too bad, because you're all mine right now."

You gasped, clutching his open shirt as his fingers slid in, two because you were already wet, shallow breathing and lidded eyes telling him enough, taking your lips with his, pace slow and steady and maddening, spreading your legs with his knees, forcing you to tip your hips up to him in an embarrassing position.

Then again, embarrassment during sex wasn't part of your vocabulary.

You pushed his black shirt down one shoulder and reached in, your fingers snaking to the hem of the white undershirt and stroking his skin, his satisfied exhale hot against your neck, you remembering the way the water drenched the fabric and stuck it to his golden tan skin, playfully flexing his defined chest and biceps, adorable and arousing because Kim Taehyung was both. He separated his digits inside your pussy to create a loud, sharp, wet squelch. You heard him grin, smug at the dirty sound, then begin plunging his fingers in and out, in and out of the tightness, trying to be as noisy as possible. You clenched your core to make him work for it, force him to be rougher with you, his fingers curling in your hair, yanking firmly, lips on your ear.

"See, how can those boys you pick keep up with you, hm? They won't know what to do with your pretty, sexy self," he purred, faster, harder, pushing you to the edge with your heated moan and your hands all over his chest, lifting your hips to meet his touch. "You need us to take care of you, don't you?"

Fuck, the way Taehyung said your name.

Like it was a decadent sweet he was craving, a taste compared to no other.

Your head fell back into the pillows, breathing in his warm scent in shallow puffs, his name pouring out of your lips, yearning and desire.

"Mmmm, Taehyung...."

Melting you into it, sweet bliss and sharp jerks of your hips into his hand, gasping at the flood of euphoria, trying to squeeze your thighs around his hand and stopped by his open legs. Your throbbing pussy gripped his fingers and made him hiss, his devious smirk growing as you lowered your chin again to look into those dark eyes, shivering under his intense gaze.

“Let’s play a little game.”

His tongue slid out, lickings your lips lightly.

“It’s called, how many fingers can I stuff in you before you’re begging for my dick?”

“What kind of – oh, f-fuck!”

One more.

Aching tightness, clenching your jaw, trembling at the ease of it, Taehyung cocking an eyebrow.

“Ah, yeah, three’s too easy, huh? You already warmed up.”

One more.

“Fuck, Tae, fuck!”

His dark eyes glittering, pleased at your reaction.

“That’s better. That’s what I wanna hear.”

Whines in your throat as he picked up the pace, fast and hard, clutching his shirt and his side, your nails digging in, stretched out and stuffed with four, your eyes rolling back and one leg sliding up to hook around his waist, meeting each thrust, so deep, so full, so wet, loud and obvious and uncaring of who was listening – probably Jimin with a huge smirk on his face – panting Taehyung’s name over and over, feeling the strength in his hold and his grip in your hair, pulling lightly, shooting pricks of pain down your head to meet the oppressive pleasure brimming in your core, closer, closer.

“What do you want?” Taehyung growled, that deep voice dangerously low.

“Y-Your c-cock, p-please…” you managed to gasp out, chasing it, chasing the fullness and the depth.

“Can you take it? Can you take it like the good girl you are?”

“A-Ah, yes, please Tae, want it,” you moaned, your fingernails digging into his back, scratching down as your orgasm shattered through you, making your whole body shake and shiver from the intensity, him pulling out. Your moan turned into a hoarse whimper, squirming as he rubbed your clit with his slick fingers, spanking it and teasing it, rocketing you into peaks and valleys of cut-off ecstasy that drove you insane, clawing at his clothes, desperate for his body on yours.

“What’s your magic word?”

“Please.”

He grinned at you despaired tone.

“That’s it.”

It took no time at all, your shirt flung aside, Taehyung losing his clothes that were already half-off, hot body to hot body, heated kisses and rummaging in his nightstand drawer, groaning into his mouth as his cock slapped your thigh, hard and thick and ready, dripping pre-cum on you before he yanked you up on top of him, ripping open the condom.

“Work for it.”

Lacing your fingers in his, sliding down onto that impressive girth and gasping as it twitched inside you, rolling your hips down onto it, better than his fingers, bouncing on it with your tits following your rhythm, squeezing his hands. Taehyung liked this kind of intimacy, the kind where he was grinning like the devil under you but still holding your hands as you railed yourself with his dick, rough and hard with your own smug smile, a little erratic but somehow good that way.

He made you work for it and you were good at working for it.

You found a good rhythm and – ba dum tss – rode it, leaning forward to deepen the angle and make it last longer, pulsing around his length with your tight walls, control and power and endorphins, each smack adding to the lewd melody that mixed with heavy moans and shuddering gasps, bringing Taehyung on your rollercoaster, his hips rising, your name rumbling in his chest, blood thudding in your ears at the baritone depth.

“Yes, such a good girl, gonna make me cum, don’t you want me to cum for you?” he panted, fishing for the magic word, bouncing one of his dark brows, his long hair flared out on his pillows, high cheekbones and strong features no longer hidden by wayward strands.

Your tongue between your teeth, grinning wide.

“Yes, please.”

The right inflection of winded want, maybe a little mischievous, but Taehyung liked that, for there was no fun in someone who was too easy.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy.”

He squeezed your hands and thrust his hips up fiercely, shock bolting from your core to your spine to your head, your head snapping back, gasp torn from your throat, flooding his crotch with your juices, overstimulated clit rubbing on the base of his cock and Taehyung was gone too, husky groan falling from his lips, slamming his hips up and locking his legs, shooting jerks of cum into the condom, aftershocks causing you to lose hold on your knees, moan pitching higher as you slipped down on his throbbing length, trapped on it because Taehyung wasn’t going to lower you until he was done, the head pulsing inside you, squeezed out by your shivering walls.

“T… Tae… the picture…”

“Ah… yeah… hold on… lay down for me…”

He wasn’t going to let you leave without his mark anyway.

“Serious?”

“Deadly.”

You laid back against the pillows, spent, holding your phone, Taehyung straddling your chest and stroking his slick cock, plops of cum and lube falling onto your chest, messy dark hair curling around his handsome face. You could see the purple-red head peek out from between his fingers, hear the steady slapping as he pumped it back to full hardness.

“Alright, let’s see.”

Your chest was rattling but you raised your phone, bringing up the picture as Taehyung gripped the base of his cock, lifting it up slightly to put it in position. You squinted at the screen, looking from the photo dick to the real one. Of course. He was definitely bigger, a little thicker, but strangely, the color was almost the same. Was that lightning or similar skin tone? Or perhaps men with really nice dicks just happened to have Taehyung’s tan complexion?

You wouldn’t question it if it was true.

“You’re bigger,” you sighed, tossing your phone aside.

Taehyung smirked proudly. “What a surprise.”

“We all knew that, even before I saw it.”

He chuckled, going back to fisting his cock. “That’s because Jimin has a big mouth and likes to spread rumors.”

“You like that he spends rumors.”

Taehyung shrugged, but his sly expression wouldn’t be hidden even as he shook his head to cover part of his face with his long brown hair, curtaining half of it with darkness, teasing and effortlessly sexy.

“Ready?”

“Mhm, do it.”

You raised yourself onto your elbows, smiling wide, watching his breathing shallow and his eyes close, losing himself in it, faster and tighter, the wetness audible, strong thighs shuddering at your sides. Then he sucked in a breath, hissing your name and tipping forward, painting viscous white strings onto your collarbones and tits, pushing his shuddering cock up and down to spread it out, your clavicle now sticky and covered in his strong scent.

Taehyung ticked his head, lips in a devil’s smile, chest heaving with exertion.

“Your cum necklace is extra pretty today. Take a selfie for me so I can jack off to your cute face later.”

jeon jungkook.

“Jungkook?”

Jeon Jungkook shrieked your name like you were Michael Myers and he was Jamie Lee Curtis, flinging himself onto his computer monitor and mashing the power button to turn it off, his long purple hair flying everywhere, brown orbs like saucers, entire body shaking so bad that even his eyebrow piercing was vibrating.

He froze like that.

You blinked at him from the doorframe of his rented studio room, one hand on the knob and the other holding up your phone like a kitchen knife.

His leather bomber jacket was hung over the back of his rolling chair. The chair was currently slowly sliding across the floor, away from him and his panic. Jungkook was wearing a sleeveless black shirt and loose black jeans.

For a guy scared shitless, his pants were pitching a very impressive tent.

Had he been watching porn?

“Er… I knocked…?” you said slowly, pointing to the door. “Do you not hear me?”

“Um, uh, n-no,” Jungkook sputtered, looking you up and down. “No, I d-didn’t.”

“I said I was coming by today. Via text?”

“Was that today?” he echoed hollowly like a ghost in a shell, the end of his question pitching to a higher octave. He coughed and cleared his throat. “Ah. Sorry. I think I f… forgot…” He was not looking at your face, instead staring at your thighs and your shorts, tight and tiny, shredded black denim paired with a loose, long-sleeved black top that read in bold, white, graphic, letters...

REALITY SUCKS.

You pointed to the turned-off monitor.

"Were you watching porn?" you asked cheerfully.

Jungkook's ears turned red.

"Yes," he blurted.

Silence.

A bird cawed outside.

You nodded, closing the door. You tilted your head and locked it, just in case, before waltzing into Jungkook's film studio space, bouncing on the heels of your large black sneakers. "If you're gonna watch porn, you should lock the door. What were you watching? Is it lesbian porn again? Can I–?"

You reached over to turn the screen back on and Jungkook's tattooed hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, yanking you away from it and to him. You blinked rapidly, confused at his tight grip.

"N-No, you can't see. You can't," he sputtered, pinning you against his hard body.

You frowned, annoyed. "Why not? I like porn." You squirmed against him, but he sandwiched you between his forearms, forcing you to look up and face him, thinning your mouth into a line. He gulped, eyes shifting, holding your body against his. His lower lip trembled, mole underneath bouncing with his uncertainty.

"I... It wasn't porn..."

You stopped struggling, confused. "Huh?"

Those dark chocolate eyes found yours, looking guilty.

"I was looking at your pictures."

You blinked rapidly. "What?"

"You know... the ones I take of you sometimes... You said it was okay..."

Ah, yes. Jungkook liked to take pictures of you. He had mumbled that it was because he needed practice and, later in bed, he admitted it was because he considered you his muse, an inspiration of sorts, so would it be okay if, maybe, you just turned a little and laid in his covers just like... like that, yeah, could he take maybe one photo?

"Sure, knock yourself out, dude."

A bit later, far too late, you had realized that had been maybe too chill of a response, but Jungkook seemed to prefer that and he acted less awkward about it every other time he asked to take a picture. They weren't usually dirty pictures. Although you were naked in some of them, they weren't quite inappropriate, every single one framed with delicate, well-thought-out composition. You always sighed and told him he made you look better than you actually were.

Jungkook always insisted you were consistently beautiful.

You pointed between your bodies.

"Were you gonna get off to them or something?" you cheerily inquired, bumping against his pitched denim tent.

"N-No!"

His ears turned scarlet and he jerked sideways, but you held onto him, hands firmly on his hips, not letting him twist away. He quickly covered his ears and pouted at you.

"I was... I just missed you."

You smiled, squeezing his ass. "I missed you too, Jungkook."

Your tone was soft, gentle. He stilled and lowered his hands, lips parting at your words, slightly surprised, incredibly adorable.

His dick twitched in his pants and jabbed your crotch.

A pause.

Jungkook's eyes shifted to the side, mumbling under his breath. "And, yeah, okay, I got horny, but that's only because it's you..."

"That's great, since I definitely wanted to look at your dick as soon as possible!"

His eyes went wide.

You smiled widely.

Then he said something unexpected.

"Ow."

You looked down and backed up as Jungkook frowned and reached down to shift his rock-hard length in his pants, sighing in relief.

"Zipper was killing me..." he grumbled, running a hand through his purple hair.

"We should just take it off then."

"Pardon, we should wha–ah!"

You grabbed fistfuls of his black top and yanked it up and over his head, causing Jungkook to sputter in confusion, throwing his hands up as you unsheathed his muscular torso, leaning in, breathing on his skin, leaving him to untangle himself as your lips closed onto his dark nipple, tongue teasing the small nub.

"Ah, fuck!"

You lifted your lips, tongue still extended, looking up to see him flinging the shirt aside, his long purple hair messy and wild, tattooed arm and un-inked arm lifting, pushing his hair away from his face, his chest rising to your wet muscle, gasping. You had a clear view of that cute little mole under his lower lip, trembling with pleasure before Jungkook looked down at you, hazy chocolate orbs fanned by black lashes, breathing hard.

You ticked an eyebrow, licking slow circles, lips closing in again, sucking daintily.

He bit his lip and let it slowly tease out while you simultaneously teased him, your name leaving his lips in a low moan. You danced your fingertips up his thigh, nail tracing the seams of his jeans, kissing across his chest, his eyes following you, hips rocking into your touch, following your pace, letting you command it. His head tipped back as you kissed down his abs, whimpering with want, curling his fingers into fists.

Jungkook always made you feel like you were touching him for the first time.

"You're not a virgin?"

"No?" Jungkook had repeated after the first time you had fucked him, sounding confused. "I'm just like this? Is that bad?"

"W... well... no, and now that I think about it, you were suspiciously good..."

"You didn't like it?"

You had turned to look at him and, fuck, the way he looked at you, so cute and innocent, uh oh, and then the slightest hint of an open-mouthed smirk dancing on those shapely pink lips, reminding you of someone else.

"Namjoon-hyung said that's what you were into. Is he wrong?"

Voice so deep and so smooth, gliding over you like butter.

You almost hastily defended yourself but one look into those roguish, yet genuine, chocolate eyes and you couldn't lie.

"But... you should enjoy yourself too..."

Jungkook had grinned, endearing and heart-thuddingly handsome. "I do. I told you, this is how I am. You're just my type."

"And what's that?'"

He had pinned you back onto the bed, leaning in.

"Hot and horny."

Turns out.

Seemed to be a running theme with all eight of you.

Right now, his pants were falling and you were sliding up as your hand was sliding down, shushing him quietly, your other hand dancing up his neck and pulling his head down.

"Someone's gonna hear you," you whispered to his open lips, tone and touch implying you didn't give a shit who was listening, wrapping your fingers around his stiff cock the second he pushed his black boxer briefs down, his shivering moan tickling your cheek. His right hand came up to cradle your head and lean it against his, begging whines for you to move, pairing it with an irresistible, husky hiss of your name.

"Please..."

He liked it tight and he liked it rough, liked the way you could lock your fingers and keep that nearly suffocating pace, closing his eyes with a flutter and moaning into your skin, curtaining you with purple, his grip in your hair tightening as you built that speed, filling the rented studio with his silvery, erotic cries.

"Someone out there is going to think you're watching porn," you teased, nudging him with your nose, looping a finger back to smear the pre-cum over the swollen head. He bucked his hips into your hold, lips pressed to your cheek, intoxicated groan warming your skin.

"Kiss me and breathe into my mouth..."

You couldn't say no, not with his voice so soft and pleading like that, not with that edge of nervousness. Fuck, the way Jungkook succumbed to your kiss, uncontrollable tremors taking over his shoulders, hot taut skin twitching in your palm indicating he was close, and you almost broke away to say that he shouldn't cum like this, it'll be messy and get on the floor, but he grabbed your face and didn't let you go, whimpering in his throat, wordlessly telling you to do it, exhale into his throat and he groaned in his chest, long, drawn-out, consumed by lust, and maybe it was bad, but you loved it, loved the way he wanted it so bad, wanted you to push the air out of his lungs and suffocate his pulsating cock with your grip, pre-cum leaking between your fingers, finally pulling back and gasping, his lashes fluttering helplessly.

"G-Gonna cum, f-fuck!"

You had to think fast, looking down for a moment and feeling his cock jerk in your hand, swiftly switching to cupping the dark red head, thick white cum suddenly spurting your palm, Jungkook burying his face into your hair to muffle his wail, your scalp hot with his released exhale and your hand covered in his heated release.

You breathed in, smirking at the scent of dirty gratification.

"Jungkook..."

He whined softly, hips quivering as you covered his jerking length with your cum-covered hand, spreading it all over and getting him hard again.

"There's this picture..."

"Mmm, yeah, the h-hyungs told me... don't stop..."

You swung your hips from side to side, free hand running down his chest, your eyes roaming his toned body, his tattooed arm still hovering over your head, long fingers tangled in your hair still, squatting down and opening your mouth, tongue dancing out and licking your hand and the side of his purple-red length, wet sloppy kisses, slurping up his cum and moaning on the throbbing head, making sure that he could feel the sinful heat.

"Give me... oooh, fuck, give me your phone..."

Your hand left his abs reluctantly, tugging your phone out of your ass pocket and holding it up for him as your mouth closed around his cock, swallowing it all, eyes closing, cramming all of him until the head hit your inner throat and your lips pressed against his crotch, knees on the tile floor, thighs spread, hands poised in the air, unable to breathe.

Click.

You cracked open one eye to see Jungkook holding your phone above your head, teasing smirk on his shapely lips, mole winking at you.

“For me?” he asked, not quite innocent.

It was the first time Jungkook had taken an actual dirty picture.

You shrugged as if to say, sure, pulling back as he turned the phone around, the dick in question on the screen. You eased off his length, licking it clean, bringing up your wet hand covered in his cum, popping your lips off the engorged tip and sliding your fingers in your wet lips, tongue wriggling between your fingers, inspecting the two dicks. Jungkook was still hard – so hard that his cock was sticking straight out, almost mimicking the photo. You had to crouch a little more, tilting your head and placing your fingertips on his balls, raising his dick a little on the back of your hand, smearing saliva and pre-cum on your skin.

Yon continued to lick, grazing the underside of his length with your tongue and then pulling back, eyes going from the photo to the real thing.

Jungkook moaned above you, clutching your phone tightly, knuckles white under black tattoos.

Hm.

You tilted your head.

One way.

Then the other.

Hmmm?

Hmmmmmmm.

“W… What?” Jungkook stuttered above you.

You pursed your lips at the tip of his cock, swiping your tongue over it and sucking off the pre-cum. He gasped, hips shaking, threatening to shove it into your lips.

“It doesn’t look like your dick at all.”

“What?” He sounded startled.

You pointed with your dry hand. “The shape is a little off, you’re longer and slightly bigger, and the color is different.” You sighed, whooshing hot air over his soaked, taut skin, Jungkook whimpering. You squinted slightly.

“Still…”

You tapped your lips with his cock, thinking.

“I think he wears the same underwear brand as you.”

“He does?” Jungkook squeaked, spinning the phone around and blinking at it.

You shrugged. “And for some reason, the position of his hips reminds me of you. I don’t know why…”

He chewed his lower lip, staring at the phone.

“Oh well.”

You stood up abruptly at your words and plucked the phone out of his hand, putting it on his desk.

“If it’s not you, it’s not you. Let’s fuck.”

Jungkook yelped as you grabbed the bottom of your shirt and began stripping off your clothes.

That was his reaction that one time you lost strip poker to Kim Seokjin and him at that one party, not that your cared because you didn’t bother learning the rules. You had other priorities and they involved getting mostly naked and then pinning Seokjin down to make out with him as Jungkook gawked at the other side of the table, half-clothed, clutching his cards.

“I can… go…?” he had sputtered.

You surfaced from Seokjin’s plush lips, his hands around your bare waist, the taller man gasping for air, reeling from your kiss.

“I still have one more piece of clothing to go, Jungkook.”

Side of your lower lip between your teeth, cocking an eyebrow, swaying your panty-covered ass at those huge brown eyes.

“You can help, you know.”

Fun night.

His eyes were huge now too, your back against the wall and him rolling the condom down, lifting your leg and sliding into you, gasping at your tightness, leaning down to kiss you again, greedy and ravenous, his hips jerking upwards, forcing you on tiptoe. Your hands were on his shoulders, nails digging into that soft skin and strong muscle.

“F-Fuck me, Jungkook, mmm, fuck, yes…”

You didn’t really get to talk during that strip poker night because your mouth was full of Seokjin’s dick as Jungkook’s pounded you from behind, but it would be a crime to complain about such things.

You met your hips to his to deepen his thrust, enjoying his strength, powerful and steady, fucking you against the wall, wet slaps and soft moans filling the room between harsh kisses, lips swelling from the fervor, your ass even rhythmically smacking into the wall, but neither of you cared, your leg around his slim waist and his right arm wrapped around it, his fingers digging into your thigh, black tattoos and tan skin gleaming from sweat, his other hand clutching a fistful of your ass and ramming your drenched pussy down on his stiff cock, grinning at your soft cry of his name, staring into his eyes and not looking away, spellbound by chocolate orbs framed by wispy strands of purple.

“You always feel so fucking good…”

You pulsed around him, feeding the fire, wanton exhales mixing, dick pic forgotten.

“Hah…”

You rolled over, sighing loudly.

“Haaaaaaah…”

“You still fixated on that dick?” a deep, unimpressed voice said next to you.

You frowned and planted your phone with the inspirational dick on your face, praying for it to come to life and choke you.

“I never found out who it was…” you mumbled.

“Well, it is Saturday night. We can go crash a party and maybe you can find that dick!” exclaimed a joyful voice, poking your side. Your phone slid off your face and clattered to the floor. A cheerful hand covered in colorful clay rings waved at you and your gaze shifted to Jung Hoseok and his blond and pink hair. He was too cute and you were unable to help yourself as you looked at him, matching his heart-shaped smile.

“Nah,” you tutted. “If it’s not one of you guys… the dick isn’t worth it.”

You closed your eyes and sighed again, long and with longing.

“If it makes you feel better, we don’t know who it is either.”

You laughed hearing Kim Namjoon’s deep, serious voice. “How would you guys find out?”

“I know a lot of things,” Park Jimin’s angelic, light voice chirped.

“Too many things,” Kim Taehyung’s baritone voice remarked coolly.

“Are you gonna eat that slice of pizza, Jungkook?”

“Yeah, hyung, I am, no, stop–”

“Give Seokjinnie-hyung a bite!”

“Over my dead body!”

“Then you’re dead to me, boy! Respect your elders!”

You heard some slapping and flailing about, but didn’t open your eyes.

“He’s probably not a virgin anyway. Virgins don’t snap pics like that on strangers’ phones.”

You cracked an eye open and narrowed it at the form laying on the ground beside you. Min Yoongi was messing with his phone. His head was on a huge pillow that he wasn’t sharing. He seemed to notice your glare and turned his head to raise a lazy eyebrow at you, cat-like eyes shrouded by black hair.

“Isn’t that what you’re into?” he taunted.

Your eye twitched.

You growled, sitting up. “I’m not into virgins, damnnit! I just like listening to people who are knowledgeable about their interests, like how Namjoon goes on about human philosophy, and how Seokjin never shuts up about MapleStory, and like how you talk about music theory. Just because I don’t understand right away doesn’t mean I don’t try,” you snapped, prodding Yoongi’s firm pecs through his t-shirt. He didn’t move, completely unbothered as you continued your tirade. “I don’t know anything about TikTok, but I like listening to Hoseok talk about the latest dance and fashion trends. Jimin’s the only reason I don’t make an ass of myself at parties because he knows everything about everyone so I don’t accidentally sit in a taken person’s lap and cause trouble. Taehyung’s always following that animal rescue Instagram and giving me cool facts about all these different creatures. Jungkook can go on for hours about cameras. I still don’t think I even know how to work the aperture function on DSLRs, but as long as he will continue to explain, I’ll listen.”

You sucked in a deep breath and seethed.

“So what’s the difference?”

“What?” you scowled.

Yoongi shrugged casually.

“Why do you keep chasing dorks with glasses struggling to get stupid graduate degrees when the people you spend the most time with are here with you right now, ready to fuck you at any time?”

“That’s–”

Your words died in your throat, Yoongi’s words finally sinking in.

Silence.

“Hyung, I’m struggling to get a grad degree…” Namjoon cut in, but the black-haired man on the floor lifted a finger and sliced the air, quieting him instantly. Yoongi was watching you carefully, head tilting at your frozen state. Your brain seemed to have ceased function. His lips curved into a slow, open-mouthed smirk.

Yoongi dropped the bomb on you.

“Didn’t you think it was a bit suspicious that the dick had elements from all of ours, but never quite matched up?”

W… What?

Your head whipped to your fallen phone and you scrambled with it, bringing up the dick pic again. The photo showed up at the party with the wet t-shirt contest. Your phone has disappeared for two hours during said party. Everyone was drunk. No. Everyone had gotten drunk after your phone had mysteriously been found and returned to you. You spent the night in various laps doing various naughty things, not bothering to check your phone after retrieving it, leaving it as a later you problem. You filed through your memories, recalling their faces as you showed each and every one of them the photo.

Hold on.

“Didn’t you think it was a bit weird, almost as if…”

They weren’t as weirded out as one might be, seeing some random dick on your phone.

As if…

“As if one of us is good at photo manipulation, perhaps,” Yoongi purred.

As if they had expected to see such a photo.

Click.

You whipped your head to the left and a whirlwind of dark purple hair went flying under the coffee table, hiding behind broad shoulders, chestnut brown hair, and full lips forming an ‘o’. At the same time, the realization hit you like a falling piano from the sky.

“Did you all…” you choked, mechanically jerking from face to face, Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, and lastly, back at Seokjin because Jungkook was cowering behind him, large brown doe eyes behind a massive shoulder. “D-Did you all…?”

No way.

“Did you all take a dick pic and Photoshop them together into one superdick photo and PLANT IT ON MY PHONE?!”

One look at those seven faces and…

YUP.

Taehyung laughed, loud and rich, nudging Namjoon with his elbow. “Told you she wouldn’t check the details of the photo and realize it was from an outside source.”

You started and swiped around. The file name was close enough to your camera photos’ file names, but upon closer inspection…

“Oh my God…”

“She’s very easily distracted by dick,” Hoseok chuckled, infectious grin on his face.

“I am not!”

“Wanna bet?”

“Jimin, do not whip out your dick.”

You heard your name being called softly and looked up, clutching your phone, still stunned and flabbergasted that you had been lusting after a fake dick that was a fuckin’ Megazord of the seven dicks currently surrounding you and those seven were the very dicks that tricked you!

On purpose!

For what?

FOR FUN!

(GG, no re)

They got you good.

Your irritation immediately dissipated when your eyes found those anxious chocolate ones, long purple strands curling around his cheek, curious open mouth with the small mole underneath barely visible.

“Are you mad?” Jungkook asked quietly, pink lips curving into an irresistible pout.

Oh.

Shit.

Before you could quickly say, no, of course not, Jungkook, it was funny, I’m not mad at all, you felt a dark presence by your shoulder, raspy chuckle by your ear, sending shivers down your spine, whispering your name, devious and smokey.

“Whose idea do you think it was?” Yoongi murmured.

You stared into chocolate eyes.

Innocent.

Or…?

Jungkook’s pout disappeared.

His dark eyebrow cocked, mischievous smirk gracing those irresistible lips. No, not just him. Lowered lids and midnight blue hair, smug expression with a dimple. Kim Namjoon. Lifted chin, looking down at you with a sheepish yet wicked smile on full lips. Kim Seokjin. The black head of hair leaning his chin on your shoulder, laugh like a seductive purr. Min Yoongi. Tilted head balanced on long fingers decorated with colorful rings and bracelets, sly heart-shaped smile. Jung Hoseok. Shit-eating grin fanned by red hair, bouncing a perfectly manicured eyebrow. Park Jimin. Long dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, spare strands framing a moody, handsome face with a glint of playful cunning. Kim Taehyung.

And then, Jeon Jungkook.

“The hyungs thought it was a great idea,” he drawled, silvery and sweet, looking extremely pleased with himself, running his tattooed hand through his purple hair, unquestionably guilty, but despairingly angelic in appearance.

These fucking…. Seven Kings of Duality!

You were positively fuming.

Silence.

An owl hooted outside the window.

“YOU PUNKS!”

You threw yourself over the coffee table and horny chaos ensued.

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imagine-that · 3 years

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Gone

Pairing: Alex Karev x reader

Warnings: ANGST! Mentions of abandonment, spoilers for season 16 episode 16

Your heart pounded against your chest as you opened the crisply folded letter with shaking fingers.

You could still remember the last time you spoke to him, the last words you shared. You were so scared he was hurt or dead or something in the past week. The letter was a relief but the idea of getting that instead of his typical lengths of communication like a text or phone call was unnerving.

“Dr y/l/n?” You heard Owen calling to you but your ears were ringing too strongly to focus on his words.

You were on his service for the day but this was immediately trumping any form of work you were supposed to be getting to.

“Y/n,

I’m not good with words. I never have been, as I know you know. So I’m just going to start out with it. I’m not beating around the bush on this one. I am in Kansas with Izzie. I know it may come as a shock or betrayal or something like that but it’s the truth. When I was reaching out to people for Mer’s hearing, I called her. A little girl answered and I had no idea why. It didn’t register at first. But then she gave Izzie the phone. Izzie was shocked to hear from me but she quickly told me about our kids. Ours. I’m a father. I never realized how much I wanted that until it was a reality. I went out here to meet them and I just can’t bring myself to leave them or to come back. The minute I looked at those big brown eyes of my little boy, I was a goner. I will always love you, more than you could possibly ever know. You’re the greatest love of my life and for that I will always thank you. I wish it didn’t have to go like this. It shouldn’t go like this. You’ve been there for me since the Dr Evil Spawn days and I’m a shit guy for not being able to say the same. I’ve left my share of the hospital and my seat on the board in your name. I know that can’t make up for this but it’s the best I’ve got. I love you. But I’m still in love with Izzie. I hope someday you’ll forgive me. I hope someday you’ll be happier than I ever could’ve possibly made you.

Alex.”

You drop the letter on the table, your eyes glistening with unshed tears, your hand covering your open mouth as a small sob escapes.

You felt more naive than ever, thinking he was just visiting his mom. Thinking he was coming back for you, coming back TO you. Your mind swirled with random things you might’ve missed, that he might’ve done or said that could tip you off.

“Y/l/n!” Hunt repeated louder, bringing you back to your senses.

“What?!” You snap, turning your tearful gaze to him.

“Are you ready to prep for our surgery or not goddamnit?” He demands. You jump out of your chair, no longer feeling like you can stay sitting down.

“No I’m not.” You mutter, running your hands through your hair.

“Did you just say you’re unprepared for a surgery we’ve had on the board since yesterday y/l/n?!” He asks, bewildered by your response.

“Yes, yes I did! And before you say anything more on the subject, it isn’t because I didn’t study long and hard or because I got drunk last night and am hungover because I’m not! It’s because I just found out my boyfriend, the absolute love of my fucking life is gone! He left me for his ex and her secret kids! I am officially alone and I can’t bear it, I can’t even breathe! The one person who matters to me is gone, without so much as a proper goodbye! So ask someone else to scrub in just this one time, for the patients sake and my own Hunt.” You cry out, your eyes stinging with tears.

He reaches over to comfort you, unsure what else to do but you hold out your hands to stop him.

“Focus on the patient Hunt. She needs you more than I do.” You instruct, blinking away the tears to try and lower his concern.

He takes a moment but finally he leaves, making sure the door shuts behind him for you.

As you hear the hinges settle, you fall the the floor in an emotional fit. Your hands rest on your head, running through your hair. The room is silent, all except for your loud sobbing.

You hiccup, trying to catch your breath, trying to find the will to get up and get back to anything.

Soon, the door opens and you gasp for air, trying to regain calmness for whoever it was.

“Save the acting job y/l/n, I just read a letter from Alex Karev handing in his resignation and came right down here. Get over here.” Bailey orders, holding her arms wide open.

You scramble to your feet, not wasting any time in getting into her hug. She holds you, rubbing your back soothingly as you cry into her shoulder.

“He-he said he’d never- never leave me.” You stammer between hiccups. “He- he promised me!” You sob, letting all your unsaid words fall out of your mouth for Bailey to hear.

“I know y/n, I know.” She says, patting down your hair.

You start to catch your breath a bit, pulling away from her and crossing your arms over your chest.

“I kind of made a mess of your sweater, I’m so sorry chief Bailey.” You mutter, staring down at your simple white shoes in shame.

“Oh please, it can be washed. You feel free to let it all out if you need to.” She dismisses, smiling sadly at you.

Suddenly your pager buzzed. With a sniffle, you checked it quickly and pulled your hair back, quickly blowing your nose and wiping your eyes afterwards.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Bailey asks, eyeing you.

“That was Dr Hunt, he needs me down in the pit while he’s in surgery.” You explain, sniffling a little more.

“Oh no. Nuh uh. You’ll send an intern for that. I’m calling Wilson up here and she’s going to take you home.” She orders.

“Bailey, I’m fine. Really.” You promise her but you both know you’re lying.

“No.” She says sternly. “Stay here!” She orders, walking out into the hallway.

It doesn’t take her long to spot Jo walking down the hall. She brings her in to the room and shuts the door.

“I trust you’ll be very, VERY discreet with this Wilson.” She warns, walking off to order someone else around.

“What’s happening?” Jo asks, obviously very confused.

Too tired and emotionally distraught to explain, you simply point at the letter laying on the table.

She skims it over and without a word, envelopes you in a strong hug.

“Wilson, I can’t breathe.” You sigh quietly.

“Sorry. It’s just- you two were perfect together. You were the perfect example of a healthy, happy couple. I thought- everyone thought you two were soulmates.” She rambles.

“Well everyone thought wrong, he loves someone else. Would you please drive me ho- to Avery’s? I just- I can’t be at home right now. I can hardly call that place home without him...” You plead, getting teary eyes all over again.

“Of course! Let’s go, I just have to change out of my scrubs. You probably should too.” She suggests but you shake your head.

The clothes you’d worn to work that day held memories. Alex had given you the shirt for your Christmas present a few years ago when he’d been too stupid to think of something meaningful. The shoes were ones you’d worn on your first official date. The jeans were the ones you’d worn the first day of intern year, the first day you’d met him.

There was no possible way you could put any of them on without your entire body aching and longing for his touch.

“Ok, ok. I’ll meet you in the lobby. Just one second.” She orders, leaving the room.

You stand there for a moment, hugging your arms around yourself.

When Jo returns, Avery’s with her.

“What is it y/n, I was about to head into a surgery.” He says impatiently.

You give Jo a tired warning look, to which she responds with a sympathetic, sad smile.

“Alex left. He isn’t coming back.” You sigh hoarsely.

He looks completely shocked, blinking at you for a second.

“Are- are you ok? What do you need?” He asks, rushing to your side.

“I’m fine just- is it ok if I stay at yours?” You ask, biting down on your thumbnail absentmindedly.

“Of course! Stay as long as you need, you have a key right?” He says, looking even more concerned than before. You simply nod.

“I’m gonna give y/n a ride over there then but could you go down to the lobby with him/her/them and just stay there while I change? No one should have to be alone if something like this happens.” Jo explains.

You numbly grab your pager off the table along with the letter and follow Avery down to the lockers where you quickly grab your things, barely glancing at them as you do so.

He leads the way to the lobby wearily, acting far over protective of you.

You stand in silence staring at your shoes, practically enough to burn holes into them. Few people try to stop and ask questions but when they do, Jackson puts a stop to it with a simple look.

Soon Jo rejoins you and takes your arm, leading you to her car in the parking lot. Avery says goodbye but you don’t respond, too scared to speak.

You sit in the passenger seat and stare out the window at the Seattle night scene, feeling more empty than you ever had in your entire life.

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6 months later...

You wearily let your knuckle tap the door a few times, fidgeting with your bare right ring finger. Not long ago, a silver ring had a place there. Not long ago, the person who presented you with that ring had his arms around you, smiling softly at you. That smile continued to haunt your dreams, your mind, your everything.

Maybe what you were doing was a bad idea. You knew that. But you needed it. It was like an itch, you couldn’t not scratch it.

A perky looking blonde opened the door and you didn’t even have to look at her to know who it was. Her long hair was in a perfect ponytail, she wore an apron covered in flour and had a little girl attached to her leg.

“Hi, how can I help you?” She asked with a friendly smile.

“Izzie I presume?” You say, gritting your teeth and cursing yourself for your idiotic decision to come out here.

“Yes? Do I know you?” She asks, clearly puzzled.

“No I guess not. I uh... I started at Grey-Sloan the same year as you. As an intern.” You explain vaguely, feeling too cowardly to go any deeper into detail.

The little girl peers up at you, clearly very curious. It’s enough to make you want to run away, never look back.

“Alexis honey, go find daddy and tell him he has a visitor.” She tells the small girl. She nods up to her, running off with a big smile.

The blonde eyes you up and down and you nervously rub your hand up and down your arm, trying to figure out what to do with your hands.

“Izzie who’s at the do-.” A painfully familiar voice starts, his mouth agape as your eyes meet.

“Hi.” You say sheepishly.

“Y/n...” He says, more like a statement than anything else.

“Daddy who’s your friend? She’s/he’s/they’re real pretty.” The little girl says with a shy grin.

You smile at her a bit, trying to keep from crying again.

“Thank you. So are you.” You reply with a forced smile.

“Kids go with your mom and help her with the cookies. Daddy and his friend need to talk.” Alex says, his eyes never leaving your face.

Izzie watches you both for a moment, hesitant to leave you alone until Alex gives her a pleading look and she takes each kid into their extravagant kitchen.

“Let’s um... let’s go and talk outside.” He suggests, rubbing the back of his neck. You don’t say another word and you follow him out to the yard, sitting down with him.

“How did you even find out where I live?” He asked after a moment of uncomfortable silence.

“Well, I first considered paying a PI to track you down. I wanted to make you feel even a fraction of what I felt.” You admit honestly.

He nods but completely avoids all eye contact.

“But then Meredith told me you gave her the address in your letter to her. That you invited her to meet your kids.” You add, kicking your feet around to distract yourself.

“Those letters must’ve arrived pretty late, I sent them over 6 months ago.” He mutters, biting at his index finger.

“No... they got there then. I just- I couldn’t bring myself to come out here and make a damn fool of myself.” You respond, biting your bottom lip. “Kind of like I’m doing now.” You add under your breath.

“Y/n, why are you here?” He asks, finally meeting your eyes with his own.

“Well evil spawn,” you start off and he does the half grin that makes your head spin every time, even now. “I had to see you. I had to see what it was you- you left me for.” You admit with a gulp.

“Y/n-“ he says but you shake your head.

“No. Let me finish. Please.” You whisper, your eyes watering again. He nods for you to proceed. “When I met you, that first day of intern year, you were a complete ass. Charming, funny but a complete ass. I got to know you and I fell for you, fell hard. My heart practically beat just for you. When you left... I was devastated. I didn’t know how I could live. I didn’t know how I could do what I love and work with all these kids, some of which you treated their entire lives.” You explain.

“Y/n I never meant to hurt you.” He promises, gulping down a lump in his throat.

“Don’t you think I know that?” You ask with a sad laugh. “God, I know you would never mean to. But I just- we have this... this story. I loved you. I loved you with everything I had and I just- your shares and your seat don’t make up for those years of love and memories I have. That WE have.” You say, tears streaming down your face.

“I remember the first time we were in the on call room together and you were already asleep and I came in and turned on the lights and you were so angry until you looked up and saw it was me. You started flirting, suggesting we share a bed to keep room for other Doctors. You actually fell off that bunk and said ‘guess I really fell for you huh’. That was the first day you made me smile the way you always did. It was the first time I took any kind of liking to you whatsoever.” You go on, smiling sadly at the past.

“I remember that. I had a bump on my damn head for weeks but it was worth the headache to see you smile like that at me. Because of me.” He chuckles.

“Yeah. I know, you kept trying to tell people it was because I was a freak in bed.” You roll your eyes at the thought that the man in front of you would ever say something like that.

“Anyway, my point is that I have all these great memories and experiences. But they’re all tainted with this one thing.” You sigh, staring at the gravel road.

“I’m not in love with Izzie.” He blurts, making your head shoot up to face him. “I don’t... I don’t know why I said I was in that letter. I think it was just to make it hurt so you wouldn’t hunt me down.” He continues.

“You always have liked keeping people at arms length.” You murmur.

“That’s not fair, you know it isn’t.” He exclaims in defence.

“I don’t even know what fair is anymore Alex! You took that from me too when you left!” You cry back. “You left me! You took off, taking everything of me with you. My dignity included. I cried, no I sobbed in front of Miranda Bailey, my boss! I cried in front of her and all over her scrubs! I can’t even enter my own home! It’s been 6 whole months but I can’t bring myself to go back in that loft because it will drown me and I won’t be able to come up for air Alex!” You shout.

He looks to the ground, keeping his distance and not speaking.

“And Alex? That feeling? It hurts. It hurts so damn much, I ache all over trying to control it, trying to stop it. My body, my heart, everything aches for you even now and I can’t do a thing about it.” You continue, too worked up to stop.

“You left me stranded with not so much as a proper goodbye. THAT is why I am here. I need at least some fraction of myself back.” You say quietly.

“I love you y/n. Like I said in the letter, I always will.” He says sheepishly, pursing his lips as he stares down the ground.

“What, you think that letter of all things helps me or even helps you? It doesn’t.” You mumble.

“What else do I say exactly. That I miss you? Because I do. I miss you like crazy. But I can’t- I cannot leave my kids.” He sighs.

“I’m not asking you to. I’m not asking you to come back either. I’m not asking for anything. I just needed to say SOMETHING to you. I needed this for myself. It might be selfish or stupid considering you didn’t give me permission to come here like you did for Mer but I honestly don’t care.” You rant.

“Y/n, you’re kidding me right? I’m the selfish one here! I’m the one who made an idiot of myself, leaving the people I know, the people I love for this.” He exclaims, hand running down his head. “I mean I love those kids with everything I’ve got but I don’t belong here. I’ve tried to make it work with her but it’s become even more abundantly clear that she and I never have and never will work.” He admits.

You look at him, wide eyes, taking in everything he just said. You could feel yourself trying to resist him, trying to ignore the way he still looked at you like you were the only person in the world.

“I should’ve never left.” He mutters, head in his hands.

“Alex-.” You start, not wanting to hear the words you knew he would say, that you know would make you weak in the knees.

“No y/n, for real. It was stupid of me to think I could just abandon everything I cared about to move here.” He mutters, running his hand down his jawline.

You sit in silence for a moment, trying to process.

“You’re right. It was stupid.” You agree, avoiding his eyes. “But it’s a little late now. You have kids Alex. They... they depend on you. You can’t just leave that.” You say with a sad smile his way.

“I wouldn’t have to! The kids, they would love Seattle. And everyone there would love them! Not to mention, they would absolutely adore you y/n. Just like I do.” He says excitedly.

“Alex... Something tells me that Izzie would never be ok with that. And we both know with your situation she would win a custody battle. Not to mention the fact that you shouldn’t put them through that in the first place.” You argue.

“God, you’re right. You’re always right y/n. It’s annoying how much you’re right about things.” He groans.

You laugh a bit, getting to your feet.

“And it’s funny how wrong but cocky you always are.” You counter, giving him a goofy smile.

“I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed seeing that smile until you were already thoroughly pissed at me.” He laughs.

“I was not THOROUGHLY pissed at you...” You say and he raises an eyebrow.

“That’s not what Mer told me.” He teases and you blush pink.

“Fine I was practically throwing darts at your picture. But I got over it. Eventually.” You grumble

He nods, clearly understanding why you would have been angry. You already knew him well enough to know he would be just as angry at himself as you were.

“You know the reason I didn’t give you the address right?” He asks suddenly, his head bolting up out of his hands. You shake your head no and he starts to chuckle a bit, the half grin spread across his face. “I uh... I already knew that if I did, you would storm your way down here to yell at me and I would’ve taken one look into those big, beautiful y/e/c eyes of yours, I would never be able to stay here. I should’ve known this was a bad idea from just that alone. I’m in love with YOU. Izzie may be the mother of my children but you are the love of my life. I wish I’d never left you.” He reveals.

“I really mean that much to you Karev?” You ask, biting at your lip unsurely.

He looks at you as if you’ve lost your mind. “Of course you do y/n. You always have and I already know you always will. You’re my world, even now. Just the idea of you moving on drives me insane, no matter how selfish it is for me to say.” He rants.

This time, you can’t control your emotions or your movements. You go up to him and grab him gently by the back of his neck, pulling him in and smashing your lips on his. He immediately gives in, grabbing at your back and pulling you even closer, as though he was scared to let go.

You pull away, stopping yourself and him from going any further.

“I’d say that was the most proper our kind of goodbye could get.” You say quietly, touching a finger to your lips as you slowly step backwards, moving away from Alex.

“Y/n!” He tries to stop you but you’re already on a sprint down the driveway, not wanting to mess things up for his family anymore than you felt you already had.

And with that, you ran from the love of your life, not even looking back to see if he was chasing you this time or not.

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whitesparrows97 · 4 years

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A Thousand Springs – Part 23

Pairing: BTS x Reader/OT7 x Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, fluff, smut, fantasy

Summary: Life is short. Eternity is long. Why you in particular are approached by a super attractive man in a club, you did not understand. You understood even less why he wanted to kill you. Fortunately, seven young, also incredibly handsome men show up to help you with this little problem. Purely by coincidence, of course. Or do you really believe in fate?

Warnings: Explicit sexual content including fingering in public, risk of discovery, voyeurism, dirty talk, multiple partners, inappropriate dancing lol

Word Count: 5.2K

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(picture credit: photograph by Mok Jung Wook for TIME Magazine)

Every further meter you passed by car, your nervousness increased. Your hands were sweaty and you suppressed the need to wipe them on your expensive dress, so you just nervously clasped them together. A side glance at the other men showed you that they seemed to feel the other way around. Their excited conversations filled the car and, contrary to your thoughts, they didn’t say a word about the upcoming ball; and anything that might go wrong. You didn’t want to ruin your evening with negative thoughts – because who knew when you would get the next opportunity to go to such a big, boisterous event?

Still, the queasy feeling remained that something had to go wrong.

However, it wasn’t just David you were thinking about and who had shown you each time that he would show up exactly when it was most inconvenient. No, part of your nervousness was also that you had to engage in small talk with countless strangers in a few minutes. Apart from Jung-hee and Chin Ho and a few other somewhat familiar faces you had met in the corridor during your few visits to the company, you knew no one. For a brief moment you were reminded of situations from a few years ago when you were at a party where you only knew the host. And to be honest, you were also a bit worried if some of the guests would give you strange looks if they saw you with seven men. This thought hurt, and you pushed it back where it could gather dust in peace.

All further thoughts were interrupted by the view when you turned a corner with the car and headed straight for the building. Big spotlights shone on the huge building and immediately caught your attention. A long driveway led to the entrance of the building, which could be reached by a wide, long staircase. Hoseok slowed the car down and greeted a security guard standing at the secured gate to greet the guests. The interaction was brief, so a moment later you moved closer to the building. You looked out the window past Taehyung and your jaw almost dropped as you saw security standing every few feet, dressed in unobtrusive yet elegant black. It would be almost impossible to enter the compound without authorization.

Taehyung seemed to notice the change in your mood, and you saw from the corner of your eye how he gave you his typical boxy grin. Your hand found his, and he squeezed it once, as if to confirm that you had been worried for nothing. For a moment you lost yourself in the shadow plays that took place on his profile as his face was illuminated by the countless fairy lights and lamps that were installed in the trees that enclosed the driveway.

Hoseok stopped right in front of the grand staircase, and he hadn’t even turned off the engine when already an employee was standing next to the driver’s side with a friendly smile on his face, ready to take the keys and park the car. Jungkook and Taehyung both helped you out of the car and you were more than happy with the two arms you could hold on to. It had been months since you had worn high heels, so you had to get used to the extra centimeters of height and the unsteady walk. The men from the other car also gathered around you and immediately you became a little calmer. For a brief suspicious moment, your eyes fell on Yoongi. But he looked at the building in front of you and let his gaze glide over the few people who also made their way to the entrance. Music came towards you as you started to climb the stairs, as well as laughter and countless voices that were talking loudly. Apparently the people here were already having a good time, even though the ball had just started.

You felt someone looking at you and turned your head to the side, where your gaze directly met Namjoon’s. With a dimpled smile, he reached out his hand to you, which you accepted with thanks. The warmth he radiated and his large, pleasantly rough hands immediately filled you with a sense of comfort. You knew that you would survive this evening with the seven men at your side. And maybe, just maybe, you would even have some fun.

As you entered the building through the wide entrance, the volume nearly doubled and immediately the uneasy feeling came back. What would the other guests think about you? Were some disappointed when they saw you because they had imagined someone better? With these thoughts, you subconsciously hid behind Namjoon’s broad stature. Confused, he looked down at you over his shoulder. He let go of your hand only to wrap his around your hips and press you firmly to his side.

“Don’t go away, baby,” he said and pressed a kiss on your temple. As his full lips touched your skin, you pressed yourself a little further into his body. “You don’t have to hide. Not at all.”

You nodded as you continued to lean your head slightly against his shoulder, absorbing the surroundings around you. The building was relatively old; thick sandstone columns stood at the edge of the huge main room and supported the ceiling. Various lights hung from the meter-high ceilings, which illuminated the room in a pleasant, warm and soft light. On both sides there were different possibilities to sit and stand and you watched waiters and waitresses as they whizzed through the crowds of people offering trays of drinks and small appetizers. The center of the room was used as a dance floor and already countless people were dancing to the live music played by a DJ on a small elevated stage at the end of the dance floor.

“Wow,” you whispered and Namjoon’s chest bounced slightly as he laughed softly.

“You like it?”

You could only nod and let your gaze wander over the other guests, who were dressed just as fancy as you were, and were chatting animatedly in small groups. You had to look twice to be able to distinguish the security guards from the guests – only the inconspicuous and almost unnoticeable in-ear headphones, over which they were probably coordinating with the others, gave them away. Your gaze met that of the security guard, whom you had probably been watching for a second too long, and he nodded slightly at you. So slightly that when you looked away you wondered if he had really nodded at you. As you searched the room further, you discovered more and more of them. You didn’t count, but in every corner, on every side, as well as in the middle of the room… actually every few meters there was a security guard who did not let you out of their sight. Even from a distance, you could see how they moved their lips slightly and communicated with each other when they saw that you had arrived.

But your attention was suddenly captured by a small petite woman who appeared before you. A smile spread across your face as you recognized Jung-hee.

“Ahh, Y/N!” She greeted you with a radiant smile. She spread out her arms and pulled you into her embrace, just like at your last encounter. Again you were surprised how much strength she had, especially at her age, when her arms were pressing strongly against your back. When she let go of you, she looked down at you once. “Well, if you’re not an eye-catcher,” she remarked with a wink before she greeted the men with a small bow.

“Everything quiet so far?” Namjoon asked, who had detached himself from you. Jung-hee nodded before the two stepped out of your field of hearing. But immediately, a new arm had wrapped around your waist.

“Do you want something to drink?” Jin asked and barely waited for your answer when he had already taken two glasses from the tray of a waiter who had just passed you. He held out one of the glasses with the clear, presumably alcoholic, drink to you. That probably wasn’t such a bad idea – you would be lying if you said that you didn’t feel any looks on you. When you put the glass to your lips and the drink burned down your throat with a careful sip, you caught the occasional guest of the ball who quickly turned their gaze away from you as soon as your eyes met.

Suddenly you felt a hand on your other side as well. Yoongi let his thumb move in circles on your hip without turning his gaze towards you “Everything okay?” he asked, and at his question, Jin turned his head towards you.

“The looks make me a little nervous,” you honestly admitted, and when you put the glass to your lips, you realized that your drink was already empty.

“They only look at you because you look stunning,” Yoongi explained and took the empty glass from you.

“Still, they should hold back a bit with their glances,” said Jin, and you heard for the first time how his voice no longer sounded joyful and exuberant but almost chilly. “They should know that Y/N is here with us.”

The corners of your mouth twitched slightly upwards. “Is someone jealous?” you teased him and let your hand slide over his side.

He looked down at you, a sparkle in his eyes, as he answered you without batting an eyelid: “I don’t need to be jealous. I know that you belong to us and we belong to you.”

“Or maybe just because you have a little too much self-confidence,” Yoongi returned dryly. “By the way, some people also call that arrogance. Maybe you should look it up in the dictionary.”

“Yoongi-ah,” Jin whined over your head towards the younger one. “Don’t undermine my authority.”

“What authority?” you gave back and Yoongi snickered next to you.

“That’s my girl,” he said and pressed you closer to his side.

You watched as the other men had already spread out and made casual small talk with various small groups of people. You didn’t know how many employees knew about David – and the problems he was causing – but tonight nobody seemed to bother. Jin and Yoongi also left you after a while when you endured the first, somewhat awkward conversations. As nervous as you had been at first, you were relieved now. So far, everyone had welcomed you with a certain curiosity, almost nervousness, but never with resentment. That Yoongi had been standing next to you was probably more a tactic than a coincidence. But you were grateful for his emotional support.

Jungkook was the only one who still stood next to you and let his gaze glide over the guests incessantly. You wondered if he was looking for someone or was securing the situation. Sometimes you wondered if the seven ever really came to rest or were always on call.

“Hey,” you said softly and grabbed his hand to get his attention. Immediately his head rushed to you and he gave you a smile, which didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Are you okay?”

He nodded, a little too quickly and a little too enthusiastically. So you raised one eyebrow and he dropped his smile with a sigh. “I’m just not a fan of large gatherings,” he told you, and now you raised both eyebrows in surprise.

“Why not? They’re all your employees, you don’t have to be nervous.”

He shrugged his shoulders and you felt his grip around your hand tighten a little. “Many people in one place make me nervous. I quickly loose track and I don’t like that.”

You bridged the last distance between you and threw him a hopefully encouraging smile. “I’m here with you, so there’s no need to be nervous.”

He returned your smile and this time you could see that it was real when you saw the little wrinkles around his eyes. He put his free hand on your hip and pulled you towards him. “Thank you,” he murmured into your hair and pressed a kiss on your head. His voice was almost drowned out by the music and the other guests.

“Hey you two,” you suddenly heard a voice next to you and you and Jungkook flinched. You broke away from each other and you looked to the side, only to see Chin Ho, who looked at you apologetically. “I didn’t want to disturb you,” he apologized for his interruption. “I just wanted to check if Y/N was okay.”

“Oh,” Jungkook said quietly, and your gaze fell on his lower lip, which he bit as if holding back the rest of the sentence. Without paying any further attention to Chin Ho, he turned his gaze back to the crowd.

You looked at Jungkook a moment longer before smiling gratefully at Chin Ho. His eyes flitted nervously back and forth between the two of you and he seemed to realize that now was not the perfect time to ask you about your well-being. “I am fine, Chin Ho. Thanks for asking.”

He dismissed your thanks with a wave of his hand. “I think you’re forgetting that this is my job,” he laughed and as he shook his head, smiling, a few strands of dark hair came loose from his bun. When he looked up again, his eyes glowed. “But it’s good to see that you’re handling it so well. That was some pretty rough stuff that David pulled at the mall.”

Not a minute, hell, not even a second went by that you weren’t reminded of the man. As if he was lurking in the shadows, waiting for you to take a step too far away from the light, only to pull you towards him in the darkness. You tried not to hold it against Chin Ho. As he had rightly said, that was his job. Probably he too was constantly thinking of David and how he could guarantee your safety. But you just wanted a relaxed evening without thinking about David. Was that too much to ask?

Apparently it was.

“Well,” Chin Ho said after a brief uncomfortable silence when you didn’t answer, “I just wanted to ask how you were doing. But I am reassured. Then have a nice evening, maybe we’ll run into each other again,” he said goodbye with a short wave and went to the next group of people with whom he immediately had an animated conversation. You were a bit jealous that it was so easy for him to have conversations with other people. On the other hand, he worked with these people and probably saw them daily. Not like you, for whom all those people were strangers.

You heard Jungkook laughing next to you and when you turned your head towards him, you saw how he shook his head with a grin.

“What?” you asked with a little smile on your lips.

“I guess it’s already time,” he just said and nodded his chin in one direction. You followed his gaze and almost had to laugh out loud as you saw none other than Hoseok, Jin and Taehyung on the dance floor, throwing their arms in the air. A circle had formed around them with people watching the three and laughing as well. Your highlight was definitely Jin, who apparently didn’t care a bit about what others thought of him as he circled his hips.

Still with a smile on your lips, your eyes fell on Hoseok and looked directly into his eyes. Even from a distance, you saw a diabolical grin spread on his lips before he said something to Taehyung. A moment later, he came up to you and Jungkook. You knew what he was going to do even before he started walking and you tried to pull Jungkook with you, as long as it was away from Hoseok. But Jungkook laughed and he seemed like a block of immobile cement – he didn’t move an inch.

“Sorry, Y/N, but there is no escape,” he said, clasping your hand tighter as you tried to get away from him.

“I need alcohol to do this,” you mumbled as you realized that there would be no way out of the situation and kept a lookout for a waiter. You briefly raised your hand when you saw one a few meters away from you and he immediately rushed to you. “Thanks,” you said without really looking at him and reached for a full glass.

“Oh dear,” Jungkook murmured next to you as the waiter had disappeared and you looked at him angrily.

“You have nothing to say here, Jeon Jungkook. You won’t let me go, you’re lucky I don’t drag you along.”

Jungkook smiled at you as you said that. “Who said I’m staying here?” Then he pulled you forward and walked towards Hoseok who was still striding towards you. Hoseok grabbed your free arm and pulled you onto the dance floor. His grip made it difficult to take a sip of the drink, but you almost sighed as you felt the soothing burning in your throat and the light haze spreading in your head.

Jin and Taehyung cheered loudly when they saw you, and when your eyes fell on Taehyung, you were reminded of the night you two first met. There, too, you had preferred to wait at the bar instead of going dancing with Alison and giving David the opportunity to…

Okay – stop.

You paused when you noticed in which direction your thoughts were going. You would have fun today no matter what happened. If something bad would happen in the next few hours, at least you would use the time now to let go of the stress and tension of the last weeks and months. And you would do all this right now, in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by hundreds of guests.

You poured the measly remaining content of your drink down your throat and pressed the empty glass into Jungkook’s hand. He looked at you amused and Taehyung whispered something in his ear, which made the younger one smile. Before you could ask what was so funny, Hoseok took your hand and raised your intertwined fingers in the air. You had to laugh as you turned around yourself when he asked you to, and you heard him join in your laughter over the loud music.

He put both hands on your hips and with a short jerk pulled you tightly to his chest. You pressed your palms against his hard chest and when you looked up at him, your cheeks were burning. Whether it was the sudden proximity to Hoseok or the alcohol that had finally entered your bloodstream, you didn’t know. Hoseok guided you into a slow rhythm with his hands, rocking you gently from side to side. As you turned your head to the side, you saw how Jungkook and Jin were no longer standing next to you, but had disappeared into the crowd. As you turned to the other side to look at Taehyung, you suddenly felt another pair of hands on your hips.

“Are you looking for me?” Taehyung whispered and his hot breath on your ear made you shiver. You felt his soft lips curl into a knowing grin before he nibbled on your earlobe a second later. Surprised, you sucked in the air and buried your hands in Hoseoks hair. You didn’t notice his gasp, all your attention was on Taehyung’s teeth and lips. “Still as sensitive as I remembered. It’s been far too long since the last time.”

You dropped your head backwards on his shoulder, closed your eyes and nodded. How right he was. The intense kisses from Namjoon just before you left for the ball had left you hot and ready. Before you knew it, a soft moan had fallen over your lips.

“Fuck, baby,” you heard Hoseok say, who seemed to be just inches away from you with his face. “We haven’t even started yet.” You heard the grin in his voice and when you opened your eyes again to glare at him, the next song began. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the crowd rush onto the dance floor and devour you three in anonymity. The slightly dimmed light and the many people around you made you both braver and more nervous. You blurred in the crowd, but at the same time there was a chance that more pairs of eyes were on you.

The two men didn’t seem to mind, though.

Hoseok’s grip around your hips tightened and he pulled you even closer against his chest, so that your faces almost met. The desire in your abdomen grew from second to second and you didn’t waste a second more pressing your lips against his. Taehyung murmured something incomprehensible behind you and pressed himself harder against your back. You gasped as you felt his erection on your ass and Hoseok took the opportunity to let his tongue slide into your open mouth which he explored extensively.

Meanwhile, Taehyung embraced the middle of your body and locked you tightly between his and Hoseok’s bodies. You felt a leg pushing between your feet and interrupted the intense kiss with Hoseok to look between your two bodies. Hoseok reached under your chin with one finger and focused your attention on him again.

“Wanna have some fun?” he asked and you were only able to understand him over the loud music because he was not even five inches away from you. His grin spoke volumes about what he meant by fun and excitement spread between your legs as your thoughts drifted to various scenarios.

You nodded and the two men immediately understood. Hoseok led you with his firm grip into a steady rhythm to the music and pushed you down slightly. Your core slid over his thigh in a slow, intense movement and you bit your lower lip painfully to suppress the moan. You were sure that at least those around you would have heard you moaning. You felt Taehyung’s fingers loosen from the middle of your body as he let one hand slide down your side instead. For a brief moment you paused in your movement as you felt his long fingers against your naked skin on your thigh, at the point where the slit in your dress began.

“Does it turn you on that people can watch us do this?” Taehyung whispered into your ear from behind you and let his fingers slide under your dress before he grabbed your thigh. His fingertips stroked the inside of your thigh and you felt like you were going to pass out at any moment, so quickly the blood shot into your abdomen. Your clit was almost throbbing, as were your inner walls, which contracted around nothing. Hoseok helped you get back into your rhythm and this time you couldn’t suppress the broken, soft moans when you felt Hoseok’s muscular leg against your core. You pulled him closer, wrapped your arms around his neck again and put your head on his shoulder. You had the feeling you needed that support, otherwise your legs would give way under you any moment, that’s how shaky you felt. Besides, this way the view of you would be somewhat obscured by Hoseok’s body.

“Good girl,” Hoseok whispered in your ear. You buried your face in his shoulder, which muffled your sounds as he moved your hips back and forth over and over again across his thigh.

“Is that appropriate for a ball like this?” you asked, your voice already rough from arousal.

But Hoseok laughed. “What should they do? Fire us?” With this statement, Hoseok stopped moving even though his grip did not loosen. Instead, you felt Taehyung’s fingers, which had not moved any further before and had only gripped your thigh tightly. Now, however, he started to let his hand slowly move further up. The slit of the dress was high, almost a bit too obtrusive, so Taehyung didn’t need much before he arrived at your thong. The thong that uncomfortably stuck to you because you were so wet.

“Shall we give Namjoon a little show?” Taehyung asked and confused, you turned your head to the side. Your blood almost froze in your veins as your gaze fell directly on the young man leaning relaxed against the bar counter. But even from a distance, you saw that this was just a masquerade. His fingers almost clawed into the glass, so tightly he had enclosed it. The look with which he looked back at you almost pierced through you, and you could see from here how he pressed his jaws tightly together. He almost looked angry.

“Is this a good idea?” you therefore asked. You didn’t want to upset Namjoon. What if he cared about your reputation? Most people here you met for the first time and you were not sure if it would be a good first impression if they saw you like this. And also all the people you knew… Jung-hee, Chin Ho – what if they saw you? Would they say anything? Or would they just look away quickly? Your stream of thoughts was interrupted by Hoseok, who stroked your side with his thumb.

“Trust me, baby, Namjoon is enjoying the show. Even though he doesn’t look like it.”

“So he’s not mad because someone might be watching us?” you asked, and your voice sounded muffled as you buried your head in Hoseok’s shoulder again because you couldn’t stand Namjoon’s gaze any longer.

It was Taehyung this time who laughed softly behind you and gave you a kiss on the back of the head. “Mad? He probably has to pull himself together not to come here and do it himself. He probably wants to show everyone that you are ours and show them things, do things with you, that they can never do with you.”

“Oh God,” you mumbled and wanted to squeeze your legs together to get some friction on your clit. But Hoseok’s leg was still between yours and Taehyung also clicked his tongue and pushed your legs further apart.

“Suddenly you can’t wait anymore, can you?” Taehyung asked, bringing his fingers into direct contact with your clothed opening. You gripped Hoseok’s shoulders tighter while a soft whimpering came over your lips. “What was that, Jagi?”

His slender fingers pushed your thong to the side and glided over your labia as they spread your moisture. Your eyes fell on Namjoon. You wanted to know if he was watching you and if Hoseok and Taehyung were right. When you saw how his gaze was firmly focused on the middle of your body, eyes slightly narrowed, you knew that they might have even underestimated him. And this thought, this certainty, unleashed something in you that you had never experienced before. At least not with this intensity.

You waited until he lifted his gaze, before you smiled at him from a distance. It was a light, almost shy smile while you still had your head on Hoseok’s shoulder. Then you released one arm and let it fall down and Namjoon followed the movement with a blank face. Then you also reached through the slit under your dress and grabbed Taehyung’s wrist. He wanted to pull his hand back, misinterpreted your grip at first, but you pressed it tighter between your legs. Taehyung moaned softly as he pressed a finger closer to your opening. You were sure that Namjoon saw at least something. Two hands under your dress made the slit reveal even more than it already did, and the dancing people around you showed him a glimpse of you every now and then.

“You’re enjoying this a little more than I thought, baby,” Hoseok noticed and let his fingertips slide across your back. You shivered, and at the same time Taehyung let his finger slip into you. Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth opened in a choked moan, while all your concentration lay on Taehyung’s long finger that pushed deeper and deeper into you. As you felt his knuckles between your legs, he began to curl his finger inside you and pressed it against the slightly rough part of you.

“Tae,” a surprised moan slipped away from you and Taehyung took this as an incentive to let his finger slip out of you again. You managed to open your eyes again to look at Namjoon. He had placed his glass behind him on the counter while his gaze was still firmly fixed on you. When he made sure that you were looking at him, he briefly palmed himself. The movement was short and quick, so probably no one but you had noticed it. Outsiders might think he only had to adjust himself.

But you knew better. You saw the short grin that appeared on his lips before your eyes fell close again as Taehyung penetrated you with his finger again.

“If we had known that this would turn you on so much when someone was watching you, Jimin would certainly not have sent us away last time,” Hoseok said.

“That’s good to know, isn’t it, Hyung?” Taehyung’s voice sounded strained as he moved his finger in you faster. His palm pressed gently on your clit and you felt Taehyung pushing your arousal out of you with every thrust of his fingers. Just the thought of your moisture dripping down his fingers caused your inner walls to contract. Immediately, you felt Taehyung’s fingers even more intensely rubbing you from within.

“Please let me come, Tae,” you asked and pressed him harder into you with a strong grip around his wrist.

“I think Namjoon will get angry if he isn’t the one,” Hoseok remarked, and you were already complaining when you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder. Your eyes sprang open and Namjoon stood in front of you. Taehyung’s finger inside you stopped moving and you let go of his wrist. Now that he was standing right in front of you, you could see his pupils dilated and the few drops of sweat that had formed on his forehead.

“You’re absolutely right,” he said and his voice sounded even deeper than usual. Taehyung’s finger slipped out of you and you whimpered softly as you suddenly felt empty. Namjoon grabbed your hand which was just hanging lifelessly next to you and Hoseok and Taehyung took this as a signal to let you go.

“Should we let Jin know?” Hoseok asked and Namjoon nodded. Immediately, another wave of nervousness and excitement came over you.

“Send him to the back in half an hour. Not earlier.” And with these words, he grabbed your hand and pulled you off the dance floor.

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I’m really sorry to end this chapter at this point! But the chapter is already quite long (it would have been over 10k if I wouldn’t have split it here). But I promise to post the next chapter sooner as this one, so you won’t have to wait as long!

As always, every comment, reblog or ask means a lot to me! I’m actually kind of sad seeing that every new chapter of this story decreases in notes. I mean, I get it – it’s a long story and everything, but still... it makes me questioning whether I should use the little time I have for writing for other projects. But on the other hand I’m pretty sure there are only around ten chapters more to come. Ah, I don’t know what to do. Anyway, I hope you’re having a great week and are staying healthy! See you soon! 💜

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Palate Cleanser | 2

Genre: Agent au, friends with benefit (sort of), Stranger to lover, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Pairing: Agent!Taehyung x Baker!reader

Word Count: 7,7k

Rating: 18+ (M)

Warning: oral sex (M/F receiving), penetrative sex, protective sex, crying after sex

Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 completed

Summary: Taehyung needs something to take his mind off his broken heart. His best friend, Jimin, suggests that he should meet another woman and the first woman he met was you. Would you help him even though you have your own problem, that you hate men?

a/n: Thankyou for @detectivebts for beta-read this!! Thankyou for staying sane after reading this bad-grammar story of mine. you’re my savior <3

Series Masterlist: The Company

You are awakened by the sound of your blaring alarm. Your head hurts so bad. You look at the table in front of you to find that there are two bottles of wine, not one. Why did you drink that much? Your neck is throbbing with pain because you fell asleep on the couch. You sit carefully and pick your phone on the floor to turn the alarm off, your eyes widening as you scroll through your messages.

01.24 am Y/N: Hi! I am y/n. Thank you for giving me your number. I am interested in your service. But first, I must ask you. How much is your pay? And do you accept any kinky requests? Because I have some, y’know. Kkk

You yell a silent scream. What the fuck did I send? You hold the message bubble to find an ‘unsend’ option, but there is none. That’s the beauty of messaging when you hit the send button, you can’t unsend it. You curse yourself silently. You scroll to the bottom, hoping Taehyung didn’t reply to you.

01.29 am Taehyung: I’m sorry, what?

01.30 am Y/n: you know... Are you a dom or sub? Kkk I am fine either way though.

01.31 am Y/n: but really. How much? I still have an installment on my coffee machine, so can you give me a discount?

01.31 am Y/n: you are so handsome. Plz?

You let your phone drop to the ground and you bang your head on the table. Jesus, what should I do now? You don’t even bother to look at the following messages. You feel as if you could die of embarrassment right now. Maybe you should just ignore the fact that you messaged him, pretend that it didn’t happen. Is it even possible to do damage control? You pick your phone again and hesitantly scroll through the messages.

01.34 am Taehyung: I don’t understand what you mean.

01.34 am Taehyung: but I am not a hooker

01.35 am Taehyung: also a bad idea for having an installment on a coffee machine.

Oh my God, I literally just told him that he is a prostitute. You bite your nails anxiously. You just lost your –maybe- a loyal customer from your bakery. Stupid drunk bitch.

You couldn’t work at all. You look at the door every time the bell rings, hoping it is the man with that curly hair. You sighed every time it wasn’t him.

Hani also notices that something is wrong with you. She has never seen you this agitated since high school when you waited for your mother to come home after you failed a class. And from that point on, she knows you are waiting for something or maybe someone. “Who are you waiting for?”

You jerk your head towards her and chuckled nervously. “What do you mean?”

“You have looked at the door almost 50 times already.” Then the bell rings, and you look at the door. “51 times.”

You fiddle the hem of your shirt. “Just someone.”

Her eyes twinkled in excitement. She marches towards you. “Who is this particular someone?” She smirks. “Is that handsome guy, isn’t it?”

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops. “How could you know?”

She puts her hands in front of her mouth. “Oh my God, finally! You like a guy!” She hugs you tightly. “I am so happy for you.”

You force-release her. “No, it’s not like that.”

She frowns her brows, thinking. “So why?”

“It’s just... I did something bad. And I think I need to apologize to him.” Your head drops.

Hani doesn’t ask anymore. She knows that you won’t explain anything further until you want to. There’s no point in forcing you to spill the beans. She smiles motherly. “Just apologize to him then.”

“Ho- How?” you bite your nails.

“Just find him, you dummy. You know where he works, right?”

You remember the card on your nightstand. “I think it is called ‘The Company’. But I don’t know where it is.”

Hani’s eyes widen. “What? He works in the Company? Wow. That’s so cool.”

You tilt your head. “You know where it is?”

“Of course I know! It is the big building around the corner, 2-3 blocks from here.” She points to the direction of the building. “I don’t know what that company does but it is always full of good looking people whenever I walk past it. Maybe it’s a modeling agency?”

“Would you mind if I go there for a bit?” You plead. “But should I? Won’t I be bothering him?”

“You’ll be fine! Just go!” She pats your shoulder. “And besides, you worked alone yesterday, and I have been feeling so guilty about it, so just think about it as a break too. Jackson is coming so I won’t be alone, don’t worry.”

You then walk to the locker and change to your usual clothes quickly. Before you walk to the door, you pick up some bread and muffins, putting them into a paper bag, not wanting to apologize without a peace offering. “I will go for a bit then.” You then stare at Hani. “And please, don’t have sex in the kitchen. It’s just unsanitary.”

You can see blush forming on her cheeks. She let out a dry laugh. “Fair enough. Just go already!”

You walk to the building with an anxious heart. Hani is right, it is not that far from your bakery. You can even see it in the distance, it is hard to miss, hundreds of glass windows towering above the other buildings. The security in the building is no joke too. You need to go through a security check before going inside. But you need an appointment before you go through the security. And It is just stupid of you to just walk to someone’s office without making an appointment, especially in this sophisticated of a building.

You pace restlessly in front of the building, maybe I should just call him? but what if he’s busy? Last night you accused him of being a prostitute and now you disturb him at work? What a nice person you are. Just when you decide to turn around and go back to your bakery, someone calls your name.

“Y/N?”

You turn your head to the source of the sound. And there is the person you want to avoid and see at the same time, standing in front of you. Destiny is funny sometimes. He wears a light blue shirt and gray pants, with a jacket thrown over his arm. He eyes you curiously, and then he walks towards you.

“Hello. Nice to see you again.” You nod politely, avoiding his gaze.

He smiles as he drags you to the sidewalk. “What are you doing here?”

You bite your lower lip harshly. Damn it! I haven’t thought about what I should say to him! You just look at your feet and gulp. “About last night..”

Taehyung hides his smile, “Oh about how you don’t care if I am a sub or a dom?”

You put your hand in front of his mouth quickly, before he says anything else. His lips attach to your palm and you can feel his hot breath against your skin, making your heart beats faster. “I-I was drunk, okay? I- I just want to apologize for last night.” You take your hand off his mouth and drop it to your side. You still can feel how soft his lips were on your hand. You then hold out the paper bag to him. “This is a gift.”

He takes the paper bag from you. “Oh, thanks. Don’t worry about it. We’ve all had that night at some points in our lives.” He chuckles. As he looks at you, he can’t help but notice how you won’t meet his eyes, how you fiddle with your shirt nervously. You look weird, weirdly cute. He can’t keep his eyes away from you.

Just before you reply to him, another man comes towards you two. “Taehyung-ah. Who are you talking to?” He stops when he looks at you, eyeing you curiously, taking in your figure. “So, who is the pretty lady?” He smiles. You look at him carefully, He too is an attractive man. What is this company exactly? He then puts his arms casually around Taehyung’s shoulders.

“Oh sorry Hyung, just my friend.” Taehyung replies. “This is Y/N. And Y/N, this is Hoseok.”

Hoseok reaches his hand out. And just like yesterday and every other day, you hesitate. You wonder if you could just run away from him, but it will be too impolite of you. Hell, you are here to apologize for last night, you don’t need another reason to apologize. You look at his hand, waiting for you, and finally, you decide to shake his hand. “Nice to meet you.” You say softly.

“Hi! It is nice to meet you.” The corners of his eyes crinkle with his big smile and the cute sound coming from his mouth, it is just so bright, like a ray of warm sunshine on an autumn day. You have never met such a shining person in your life. “Well, I want to get to know you, but I am afraid I have to go. I will wait in the car.” Hoseok pats Taehyung’s shoulder and waves to you. He walks to the black SUV parked in front of the building.

Taehyung nods to him while he still hides his laughter. He can feel how tense you are when you meet Hoseok. He just feels you are too cute, and at the same time, he is relieved that you are tense and nervous with every man, not only him. Also, the fact that you came to see him and talked to him, he has a weird feeling inside his chest. “Well, I should go. Thanks for the bread, I was starving.” He smiles. He leans to you and whispers to your ear. “I am not kidding, you know, about yesterday.” He winks. Taehyung the pats your head softly. “Please text me after you arrived safely at the bakery, okay?”

You can feel his warm breath on your ear and it makes you shudder. And his deep voice? It just makes your heart race. He smirks as he walks away from you. He suddenly turns around to you, “Y/N!” he yells. “Please bring the red bean paste bread next time! It was delicious!” He waves casually and gets into the car.

You’re left stunned on the sidewalk as the car pulls away. Taehyung is a unique guy, that’s for sure. How else can you explain his antics and his out-of-the-blue talking and not to mention his friendliness. You have never met a guy like him. You hate all men, but somehow you can’t hate this one. He seems to be a proper and a genuinely nice guy.

As your heart races rapidly and your hands go clammy, you turn around and walk back to your bakery, mulling over what to text him, a smile spreading across your face as your pace quickens.

Taehyung takes a piece of bread from the paper bag and eats it right away in the car. He forgot to have breakfast, and basically, you were like an angel sent from heaven for him just now. An angel with a bag full of food.

Hoseok drives the car and sometimes looks at Taehyung beside him. Taehyung looks more cheerful though, and it makes Hoseok relieved. “So, who is the girl?”

Taehyung raises his eyebrow and looks at him weirdly. “Are you okay, hyung? Did you forget that you actually just met her?” his mouth is still full of bread, trying to chew in between.

“I know it’s Y/N, dumbass. Where did you meet her?”

He swallows. “I met her in the bakery a few blocks from our office a couple of times.”

“Wow, isn’t it just fate? Like a movie? You met the girl coincidentally two times, no, three times!” Hoseok’s face lit up. He is always known to be a hopeless romantic like Jimin. But unfortunately for him, he has not met the love of his life yet. So somehow, poking into someone else’s love life is one of his hobbies.

“Not exactly.” He opens another bread. “She works there.”

Hoseok pouts. “Why are you ruining my fantasy? Then why did she go to our building then?”

“To meet me.”

“Oh my god! Does she love you? Was that why she looked for you?” Hoseok’s eyes twinkle in excitement.

“No. Please stop imagining things!” Taehyung chuckles. “She just wanted to apologize.”

He knits his eyebrow. “For what?”

Taehyung opens his third bread. His phone vibrates then, and when Taehyung opened it, it’s from thebreadgirl. It’s how he saves your name in his phone. He smiles. “It’s a secret.” He then types on the keys for a bit and puts it back into his pocket, a smile plastered to his face.

Hoseok presses his lips together, hiding his smile. He has known Taehyung for almost 5 years. He knows when Taehyung fell in love with that girl, how sad he was when she broke his heart. Hoseok knows all of that. But now it’s different. He has never seen Taehyung like this. And somehow he knows, Taehyung won’t be needing to go to the strip clubs anymore.

Taehyung yawns for the millionth time that afternoon. He thought that the job would be fun. But it is the opposite of that. It is boring. He can’t do anything. He can’t go anywhere. He is just in the car watching the target, who is nowhere to be seen in front of his office. He is glad that you gave him a bunch of bread. At least, they won’t starve during this stake-out.

“Hyung, how long do we wait for him?” Taehyung asks.

Hoseok chews the bread from you. “Probably a couple of hours. Oh, wait. There he is!”

Taehyung turns his head to the building. He can see a tall man holding his bag walking from the building. Park Chanyeol. He lives in the same neighborhood as Ji Seok. Last seen with him at a work party, a couple of days before Ji Seok went to Hawaii. Ji Seok has gone silent in the interrogation room, refusing to expose other plans or members. He is a damn good criminal.

Taehyung only heard from the other members how the interrogation went. Namjoon went first and as calm as Namjoon usually was, he almost threw his fists with Ji Seok. Almost, as he was stopped by Hoseok and Jin, who rushed to the interrogation room. Namjoon was then not allowed to enter the room because he was too emotional. Well, his girl almost got killed by Ji Seok, who wouldn’t be mad? Thus, Hoseok and Jin handled the interrogation. But they couldn’t find out any more clues about Black. Why does Ji Seok suddenly need money after all these years? It could only mean one thing, they’re preparing something. Then after many hours of investigating, Yoongi stumbled on something. The 3 suspects.

Chanyeol walks at the perfect time, the road full of people making it less likely he’ll notice he’s being followed. Taehyung puts his hat and gets out of the car. He walks towards Chanyeol quickly. Chanyeol is still busy using his phone, scrolling while walking. Taehyug catches up quickly, then, pretending to trip, he knocks the phone from his hand. As he picks it up, he quickly slips a tracker on the phone and hands it back to Chanyeol. He bows while apologizing profusely before turning tail and making his way back to the car.

“How is it?” Taehyung asks through his comm when he’s halfway back to the car.

Hoseok reports. “We got it. Let’s go back for now.”

Taehyung opens the car and jumps in, removing his hat. “So, what should we do now?”

“Well, you should check his schedule first, see if there’s anything suspicious. I am gonna follow him for a bit. You called me if you find anything, okay?”

Taehyung grumbles, “You do know, that it’d be easier to just kidnap him, right?”

Hoseok chuckles. “I know. But now, since our company has been noticed, we should be more subtle. You know how agents have to sometimes follow their target for several years before getting enough evidence?” he sighs. “Well, we might have to do that.”

Taehyung’s jaw drops. “What? Several years?” He whines. “I can’t handle this boring job!”

Hoseok pats his shoulder, “I don’t like this as much as you do.” He hands him a phone. “Here is Chanyeol's duplicate phone. I’ve just downloaded it. From now on, will we work carefully okay? You go back to the Company, and investigate it.”

Taehyung pouts as he gets out of the car. Hoseok then drives away, leaving Taehyung alone in the crowded road.

You walk to your apartment, with your phone on your hand. You scroll and look at the message you sent.

10.57 am Y/N: I arrived safely.

10.57 am Y/N: I still don’t understand why you asked me to do this when my bakery is just a few minutes away.

10.59 am Taehyung: good then

11.00 am Taehyung: never underestimate criminals, muffin.

11.01 am Taehyung: you can’t die. Who will pay for your coffee machine then? :(

11.03 am Y/N: pls stop. u jerk.

11.03 am Y/N: And why are you calling me muffin?

11.15 am Taehyung: your muffin was really good.

11.15 am Taehyung: thankyou. I will come back soon.

You feel a heat rushing to your face. It is weird for you, how a simple sentence can make your heart racing. You are positive that Taehyung is a playboy with a sweet mouth, whom you should stay away from as he’s surely only trouble, and yet you want to get closer to him. You want to know him better. You were attracted to him.

Maybe that’s why you dated Youngjae. You are always attracted to the wrong man. A man who cheated on you afterward.

You are envious of Hani. She chose a nice man who is now her boyfriend –soon to be fiance (as Jackson told you). She always chooses wisely. God only knows, maybe it is a gift.

You open your apartment’s door, kicking your shoes. You throw your jacket and purse on the couch. You look at the table, the wine bottles and glass have been neglected when you had the mental breakdown this morning. You take them and put them in the kitchen. You wash the glass quickly and hang it on the rack and you put the bottle beside your trash can. You begin to strip in front of your bathroom. You want to take a bath tonight. Your body is tired and you really hope that a hot bath can help you with it.

It has been a while since you took a bath. You have been so busy that you could only afford a shower. A bath is like a luxury to you. You light some candles and put bath salt in your bath. You put your phone in a waterproof bag to watch a movie on Netflix. After checking the temperature, you step into the bath. As the warmth envelopes you in, you feel relaxed for a bit.

Why does Taehyung want to help you in the first place? Is that just his trick to get a woman in his bed? Does he see you as an easy woman? Does he walk around the city finding insecure women and trick them to sleep with him? But he seems nice. Or all of the bad guys look like that? You thought Youngjae was a good man too before.

You sigh. It has been almost 5 years already, you have never been with a man since your ex. Why? Do you still love Youngjae? Is that why you can’t move on? Maybe you still have a little bit of feelings for him, he was your first love. And first loves never die, right?

Maybe Hani is right. Maybe you need it. Maybe you need to fuck it out of your system. It can’t hurt to use him right? And you basically know that he is a playboy, so you won’t catch feelings for him, right? Think of it as a one-night-stand. It’s just for sex, you think.

As you’re thinking of different approaches to ask Taehyung in a not slutty way, your phone chimes. You look at your phone and rise quickly from the bath, too quickly that it makes you feel dizzy. You wrap yourself in a towel and get out of the bath quickly.

Taehyung has already looked into Chanyeol’s phone for about ten times. He couldn’t find anything suspicious. He has already forwarded his schedule to Hoseok and Jin. And when Taehyung thinks that his work now is boring, Chanyeol’s work seems fun. Basically, he is paid by how much he eats. It’s like a fantastic job. Tonight, however, he only works at home, which means Taehyung and Hoseok will take turns staking out his place.

Taehyung stretches his body, he hates this kind of work. He was trained as a field agent, he specialized in firearms. He is good at it, hell, he is possibly the best shooter in the company. But he never wants to use his ability in a mission. He always refuses the mission that involves killing people, never once has he brought guns to the mission. He was once sent to war on the border as an aid when he was a recruit and he hated it. He hates the sound of the bullets going through flesh. He hates the smell of gunpowder. He hates blood seeping through the clothes.

The company and many agents love and envy his ability, and yet, he hates it. If he could choose, he wants the ability like Yoongi who can hack almost everything or Namjoon who was born a genius. And yet God gives him power. An ability to kill people.

It’s not that he can refuse the mission. He CAN’T. But when Taehyung threatened to resign from the company if they forced him to kill again, and it just freaked the Company out. So, he gets what he wants, and The Company can keep an eye on him, instead of letting him work somewhere else and becoming a danger to The Company or even the country. Yes, Taehyung is that good.

Maybe this mission is also a punishment for him and other members. They worked in Hawaii without the Higher-ups knowing, so now they are all stuck in this boring job. He sighs and looks around his office. Some are still working and some have already gone home, it’s almost 9 pm after all.

His stomach growls, he hasn’t eaten anything since noon, and it was only bread. He wants to eat something. He looks at his phone, wondering who he should ask to go to dinner with him. His only friends are the members and they are all still working. Should I go to eat by myself? He taps his phone on his thigh. He hates eating alone.

His eyes suddenly lit up. He then swipes his phone and clicks on the messages. He hits the send button and a smile plastered to his face, proudly. I think it is a good idea.

08.57 pm to Y/N: do you want to have dinner with me?

08.57 pm to Y/N: I will wait for you at the diner near your bakery.

08.58 pm to Y/N: see you soon. ;)

Wait. Why did I think about her?

You were shocked to receive those messages. You thought for a moment at first, but walked to your closet to choose your clothes. It was just dinner. And the invitation just came when you tried to figure out what to have for dinner, it is just a perfect coincidence. I did this because I have to eat.

You wear hoodies and jeans from the morning. You look at your reflection in the mirror. Your skin is dull, with some acne scars on your cheeks. Maybe I need some skincare. You shake your head quickly, it is not the time for that. You just grab your almost-dried cushion and pat it quickly on your face. You draw your eyebrows and wear your lip tint. You wanted to use your mascara, but unfortunately for you, it is all dried out. Goodness, you really need to go shopping. You have never paid any attention to yourself, you were busy studying and building a business. And all the make-up you use usually, were all gifts from your friends and family.

You look at your reflection one more time, to make sure you look okay. You grab your purse and your keys and run outside. Your hair is still wet after the bath and the chilly wind makes you shudder even more as you walk. You regret not bringing your jacket with you, yet you don’t want to go back to your apartment if that means making Taehyung wait any longer.

Wait. Why don’t I want to make him wait? You stop for a bit.

You shake your head. It is not for him, it is for your stomach. You are starving. You need food quickly.

You walk faster to the diner. Luckily for you, it is the middle of the week so the diner is not so crowded. You open the door and look around to find a brunette man. The said man waves to you and gestures you to come to him.

“Hey! Thank you for coming.” He smiles. He still wears the same clothes as the morning, so it seems he is from work. “Took you some time, btw.”

You sit on the chair in front of him. You sigh.”You know it’s impolite to ask a woman for an impromptu dinner like this, you know?”

He chuckles as he hands you the menu, while he calls the waiter. He then orders a bulgogi set and an ice tea, which looks good to you so you order the same. As the waiter walks away, he studies you. “Why is your hair wet?”

“I was taking a bath.” You roll your eyes. “So what do you want to talk about?”

He tilts his head. “Nothing.”

You frown your eyebrows. “Then why did you ask me to have dinner with you then?”

“It’s lonely to eat alone.”

“Then ask your friends to eat with you!” you are flabbergasted. He is a weird guy, really. You are just barely an acquaintance with him and yet he asked you to eat with him.

He shrugs, “all my friends are still working, so I asked you.” He beams his smile to you. “And I am sure, you have nothing to do, so, yeah.”

You pout, “I might have something to do!”

Taehyung leans his body towards you. His smile is mischievous. “Really? Like what?”

You did have a plan. You were planning to cook some ramen and eat it while watching Netflix. You think about it for a second, and it is just kind of pathetic. And he doesn’t have to know that stupid plan. “Fine. Fair enough.”

“But, I don’t really think you would show up, you know? I thought you hate men.”

“I do. But I thought you have something to say, so here I am.” You answer as you look at the windows.

It is a lie. Taehyung is amused by how easy it is to read you. You are like an open book. And the way you struggle to lie to save your face, it is just cute. And it makes him want to know you more. “Well, let’s just eat then.”

The food served in front of you. You quickly dig in as you both were starving. The conversations just flow right away. He asks what is your favorite food, how is your childhood. And you ask him how he treats his hair because it looks so soft, what is his favorite singer.

You should hate spending time with men. You felt so awkward when you talked to him yesterday. But apparently, you are now comfortable with him. it is like catching up with an old friend.

Your plate has already emptied when he calls for the waiter. He asks for tiramisu and you ask for an apple pie. And with you two sharing two pieces of desserts, it makes you more comfortable with him. His laughter and his easygoingness are contagious and makes you open up.

“So, your ex-boyfriend cheated on you?” He asks as he cuts your pie and brings it to his mouth.

You then steal a piece from his Tiramisu. “Uh-huh.” You reply dryly. “Why? Do I look pitiful?”

He shrugs. “A little.”

You glare at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s just a pity because of that one terrible man you threw your love life into a dumpster.” He swallows and grabs his tea. “Not all men like that.”

“Yeah, right. You are a man, of course, you will stand up for them.” You snort. “Give me some examples, then.”

“Me.”

You laugh aloud. “Dude, you asked a woman you’ve just met to sleep with you. It is kinda trashy.”

“Well, in my defense, it’s called palate cleanser.” He pouts. “I am just trying to be a nice guy and help you out!”

You nod your head and roll your eyes. “Right. And remind me once again, what does palate cleanser mean?”

He sighs. “Fine.” He trails his eyes to the windows, you can see a hint of blush on his cheeks. “It’s just... I thought we could help each other, you know. My friend also said that I need it too.”

Suddenly the door opened and his eyes widened. You look at him in confusion and turn your head to look at the couple who just entered the diner. The man is handsome with a tall figure. His hair combed neatly. The man smiles sweetly to the woman beside him, and you can see the dimple poking into his cheek. The woman is beautiful. She wears a work suit and heels, and you can feel the intimidating aura coming from her. They look at the menu and talk to the waiter. The woman suddenly turns her head and looks at your direction and smiles. She then drags the man to walk with her.

“Tae!” She yells happily as she walks to your table. “Oh hello!” She looks at you kindly. You smile and nod politely.

“Hi! Why are you two so late?” Taehyung asks. “Did Namjoon lose his keys again?”

Namjoon puts his hands on his hips. “That is unnecessary information! I was in the practice room, that’s why.”

The girl snorts. “Yeah, as you lost your key and locked yourself in.” The waiter then calls them to tell them that their food is ready. “Alright, we are going to go home now. Enjoy your night!” She then walks to the cashier to pick their food, and waves to you and Taehyung.

“Your colleague, I assume?” You ask while stirring your tea. But when you don’t get an answer, you raise your head. Taehyung looks out the window in the direction of the departing couple. You look at the way the man put his arm on her waist, it looks like they're in love. You study Taehyung’s face, he is emotionless. He looks like he is just staring at the road, but his eyes show sadness. “Taehyung?”

He jerks his head to you. “Ah yeah, I am sorry I spaced out.” He gives you a half-smile. “Let me walk you home.” He then asks the waiter for the bill. You both arguing about the bill, but he ended up paying.

The walk to your apartment has never felt this long. No more random conversations between you two. Taehyung has been silent since he saw the couple. Just with one look at him, when he saw her, you know that he loves her. You know that he is hurting. You know that he hides it with his laughter and smile. You know that he loses his composure when he sees her.

You stop in front of your apartment. “This is my apartment. Thank you for dinner and taking me home.” You smile.

“No problem. Thank you to you too.” He waves and turns around, walking away from you.

You can see his broad back. He looks tough, but he looks in pain.

You know because you were him before.

You’ve brokenhearted too.

But before, you had Hani and your family. And Taehyung? He does have his friends, but why do you feel that he is lonely? Why do you want to help him?

“Taehyung!!” you yelled. You then march towards him.

He turns his body to you, eyebrows raised in confusion. “What?”

When you arrive in front of him, you look at his eyes directly. “Let’s do it.”

“I’m sorry. What do you mean?” he asks back.

“Palate cleanser.”

Just before he says anything, you pull his shirt towards you as you crash your lips to his. He stiffens before relaxing and returning the kiss. He puts his hand behind your neck and puts the other one on your back, pulling you closer. You put your arms around his neck. At the moment, you enjoy how soft his lips on yours. His lips move languidly, molding to your lips. You can feel how your heart is racing inside your chest, how heat is forming inside your core. Taehyung opens your lips and pushes his tongue. He explores your mouth with his warm tongue, making you a moaning mess.

You intentionally grind your hips on his, making him moans in your mouth. You can feel his hardness underneath his pants, and it makes you stiff. He smirks in between the kisses as he grinds his hip back in motion. It makes you go crazy. You can feel the wetness seeping into your underwear. You release yourself from the kiss. “Would you like to come to my place?”

Taehyung’s pupils dilate and he gulps. He then picks his abandoned jacket and your purse from the road and drags you to your apartment. You chuckle as you walk faster in front of him. You pick your keys inside your purse and open the door.

As you enter your room, you feel nervous. What should I do now? You gulp as you throw your purse to the couch. “Do you want some coffee?”

“Is that the way you talk dirty?” He walks towards you and throws his jacket on the couch. “If it is, it could use some work, muffin.” He inches you back until you feel the back of your knees hit the couch.

“How about wine?” You feel the heat rushing to your face. You look to the side and when you try to walk away from him he grabs your wrist.

He chuckles. “Where is the brave girl who kissed me just a minute ago?” He cups your face and kisses you softly. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, Y/N.” He says as he strokes your cheeks.

You look at his brown eyes. They’re mesmerizing. They’re full of lust but also filled with sadness. You kiss his lips quickly. “I want to. I am just nervous.”

Taehyung then sits on the couch and pulls you onto his lap. “Let’s do this slowly then.” Just as his words leave his lips, his pink lips attach to yours again. This kiss feels more passionate but slow. He strokes your thigh in a circular motion and moves to cup your asses. He kneads the cheeks in motion while his tongue dances with yours. He bites your lower lip a little and makes you moan.

His hand moves slowly to touch your skin under your hoodie. His fingers cold, causing goosebumps to spread up your spine. The way he soothes your back makes your body melt and you feel your core is dripping. You subconsciously roll your wet core to his. You can feel his hardness poking again, and it makes you squirm.

Taehyung removes his lips from yours and moves to your bare neck. Licking your neck slowly, you tremble against his touch. You thank God silently, you took a proper bath before. He kisses your neck and then starts sucking lightly, leaving blooming marks on your neck. You don’t care if your neck is full of his marks. The only thing you think about is just him, touching you.

He then pulls your hoodie up and tosses it to the floor, revealing you in your pink bra. His hands then move to your back, unclasping your bra, letting it fall to the floor. He squeezes your breasts while his lips trail across your chest, littering it with marks. Your breath hitches as he sucks a nipple into his mouth, lavishing it slowly, alternating between licks and nips. He can feel you tremble with each flick of his tongue, knowing that it’s driving you crazy.

His fingers then move to your jeans, making quick work of the buttons. He sneaks his hand into your underwear, his cold fingers brushing against your heat, eliciting a moan to slip from your lips.

“Fuck. You’re dripping already, baby.” He touches your core slowly, making you squirm in the process. Your moans are like a drug to him and when he feels how sensitive you are for him when he nudges your clit, he thinks he is the luckiest man in the world. “These pants have got to go.”

He stands you up and pulls your jeans down with your underwear, leaving you fully naked in front of him. Suddenly a rush of embarrassment fills you, subconsciously you use your hand to cover your breasts and your core.

He then pulls you back to his lap. “You are beautiful.” He kisses your wrist and your inner arm while keeping his eye contacts on you. “I am so lucky.”

Taehyung then slips his finger again to your core. He is running to your slit and then circling your clit. He pinches it slightly, which makes you jolt. “Tae...” he then gathers your wetness with his fingers and pushes his finger into your core. The sensation of his finger inside you is enough to make you cry, and moaning his name.

“Oh my God, you are so tight.” He thrusts his finger into you in motion and he uses his thumb to circling your clit. You almost fall from the lack of support, so you put your arms across his neck and put your forehead on his shoulder. “I need to stretch you out first, muffin.”

He kisses your neck and your shoulder, enjoying how you squirm against him. He can feel how your walls clench around his fingers, watch as your toes begin to curl, your breathing becoming uneven. He knows you are close.

“Taehyung, I am gonna..” you barely can talk, bothered by a rush of pleasure forming inside you.

“Let it go, baby. Let me hear you.” His pace quickens as he plays with your clit and finally it comes. Your vision goes black as you arch your back in delight.

You stay in his embrace and control your breathing. His fingers have already moved from your core to his lips as he licks your arousal from his fingers. “You taste incredible.” Taehyung moves his hands to your back to support your limp and shaking body. You have finally gathered your senses after your orgasm. You kiss his lips slowly and then lower yourself to your knees, positioning yourself between his muscular thighs.

You impatiently unbutton his pants and palm his hardened cock through the clothing. As you stroke slowly, he hisses. He feels hot under your touch and your mouth starts to water. You then pull his cock free, wrapping your hand around his length. As you start to slowly stroke him, you can’t help but to lean forward and lick the precum from his tip. His cock twitching at the sensation.

You work his cock slowly, licking it base to tip, before taking him into your mouth. You glance up to find his head falling back against the coach as he moans your name. You feel his tip hit the back of your throat. Taking a deep breath through your nose, you begin bobbing up and down his length. You hollow your cheeks suddenly and it makes Taehyung move his hand to hold your hair and move his cock deeper to your throat until you choke. You can feel your eyes begin watering, but the thing is, you feel satisfied.

You like how he sounds under your touch. You feel powerful. And when you swallow, you know he barely holds his load. You feel as his cock begins to pulsate and he pulls his cock from your mouth with a sudden motion. Taehyung looks at your fucked up face, your swollen lips, and your flushed face. “Not yet.” Taehyung then swipes the saliva from your lips and pulls you up. He kisses you slowly enjoying the taste of himself on your lips.

He then drags you to your messy bed and slowly pushes your back onto the bed. He takes his shirt off his head and pulls his pants down, kicking it in the process, which makes you giggle. Now naked, you take the opportunity to take in his toned body, golden skin. You can’t help but think that he’s a piece of art.

Taehyung then lowers his body to kiss you. His lips trail again from your lips, your cheeks, your neck, your chest, every inch of skin he can get his lips on. “So pretty.” His lips then slowly move downwards, and finally, he places his head in between your thighs. He kisses your inner thigh softly, marking it with the color of the galaxy. His lips then attached to your hardened bud. He nibbles your clit slowly and lavishes it with his tongue. You can feel another coil of desire begin to form.

He swipes his hot tongue to your slit, devouring your core like a man starved. Your body trembles with the over-sensitivity after your first orgasm. And when he thrusts his tongue to your core, you almost lose it. “Tae, I can’t...”

“You can do it, baby. Come for me.” He licks your sweet arousal carefully, making you moan his name. “Fuck, you taste so good.” He then flicks his tongue on your clit and that’s it. You feel your coil snap as your head falls back and your vision blurs. He licks and kisses your core to collect your arousal as you grind to his face to ride your orgasm.

“Taehyung, I want you.”

He chuckles. He then takes a wrapper from his pants and rips it carefully. He then rolls it on his cock. He gathers your wetness and then aligns his tip in front of your entrance. “Are you sure?” You nod weakly.

“I need you to say it, muffin.”

“I-I am sure. Please, I need you now.” You beg quietly.

You take a deep breath as he pushes himself slowly to you. You whimper at the painful stretch. “You are so tight. Am I hurting you?”

You shake your head weakly. “I just need time.” He leans in to kiss your lips, with his cock still buried inside you. You can taste yourself and his saltiness in your mouth. and it is intoxicating. You feel completed. You have never felt this full before. You miss this. He kisses you passionately, you can feel how his emotions played him. You can feel his desperation and loneliness in his touches.

The pain has subdued and you experimentally clench your walls. Taehyung hisses and grips your thighs painfully. “Stop it, or I am not going to last.” He begins to pump himself into you rhythmically. Hitting the spot when you can see stars. The only thing you can feel now is a pleasure and how he somehow completes you. You know that he feels it too, and you hope this pleasure can help him to forget. He pulls your thighs upwards and holds your ass.

His thrusts become sloppy as his cock begins pulsing. His orgasm is approaching, you can feel it. You can feel the knot forming too and your walls throb, you are on the verge of cumming again. Taehyung then moves one of his hands to your clit, rubbing it quickly. And once again your orgasm snaps. with you triggering Taehyung’s release, your walls milking him for everything he’s worth. Taehyung follows you afterward. He then falls on you trying to catch his breath.

You feel how Taehyung is softening inside and he pulls out of you, which makes you whine because of the sudden emptiness. He removes the condom filled with his seed and ties it into a knot and throws it on the trash can. He let his body fall on your side.

You look at his tired face, his forehead beaded with sweat, and how his lips are opened slightly, gasping for breaths. His eyes glistening with tears, filled with his emotion. You then gather your courage to cup his cheek, smoothing the skin. “Are you alright now? How do you feel?”

He looks at you softly. Your heart aches. He then swipes your fallen tears on your cheek with his thumb. “How do you feel?” He whispers. His hand stays on your face, giving you the warmth that you’ve always wanted.

There is only silence formed between you two. As you two are facing each other, you both still can see the pain inside your eyes. You both are fully naked, but you feel more exposed than before. You feel vulnerable and weak. And the longer you look into each other’s eyes, you both know that you two will be alright. You have to be alright.

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Peach (Lobotomy) - Part One

Pairing: Hoseok x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Rating: G

Genres: SFW, Soulmate AU, College AU, F2L, Angst, Fluff

Summary: In a world where there is no limit to the number of possible soulmate connections, you've become obsessed with figuring out what yours will be. While walking to class one day, you find a ring on the ground. A ring that will finally lead you to your soulmate.

Warnings: this is only part one! this is slightly angsty, but there is fluff.

A/N: Proud to be part of the Luv Library Collab! This is the first part of my first soulmate fic. Part two will be coming before the end of the month. I may also do a NSFW one shot later this year. I’m excited to continue working on my soulmate series (one for each member). They are all based on songs by Waterparks, check out Peach (Lobotomy). Big shout out to @megahwn and @joonkookiemonster for beta reading, @namluve for this beautiful banner, and to @ho-baebae and @lovely-literati for always being supportive. Love y’all! 💜

~~~~~~~

You've seen it happen a million times before. When someone meets their soulmate for the first time, it’s like watching magic happen. It's just a moment, a spark, and then that person's entire life changes.

There are countless types of soulmate connections out there. From color blindness and red threads to timers and birthmarks. Some people can write to their soulmate and the words will appear on their skin, no matter how far away they are. Some people can hear the thoughts of their soulmate or taste what they're tasting. It's exciting, waiting to meet that person who is everything you need. The person made just for you.

But it's terrifying for those who don't have an obvious connection to their soulmate. It's terrifying for people like you. You weren't born with a special mark, you weren't born with colorblindness or someone else's thoughts in your head. There's no obvious way for you to connect with and find your soulmate, and it often keeps you up at night worrying.

Being the optimistic person and hopeless romantic that you are, you've done your best to stay positive. You know that there is someone out there, there's someone for everyone. So you've spent the first 21 years of your life keeping your eyes wide open. Waiting for the sign, the connection.

When you were in high school, you were sure that your connection must be eye contact. You walked around constantly looking people in the eyes, probably looking like a psychopath

The summer before college, you spent the summer abroad in Spain. Part of you hoped you would meet some rugged Spaniard, but the other part of you knew that your Spanish was mediocre at best.

Freshman year of college you had a persistent craving for pickles and you were sure that had something to do with finding your soulmate. But then you met Hoseok and he helped you figure out that you were just dehydrated and you needed electrolytes.

You actually met Hoseok in line at the dining hall. Your request for an entire bowl of pickles on the side disgusted him. He followed you to a table, confronting you about your strange eating habits.

“An entire bowl of pickles? That’s disgusting.” Hoseok joked.

“Well I’ve been craving them non-stop. Hopefully this is my soulmate connection.” You replied as you sat at the last open table, trying to avoid touching the various sticky spots on the table.

“You hope? As you don’t know what your soulmate connection is?” Hoseok questioned, mouth full of french fries.

“No, not for sure. I don’t have a mark or anything.” And as if he could sense your dejectedness, he cheerily followed up by telling you that he doesn’t have an obvious connection either. Of course your mind immediately goes to the possibility that he is, in fact, your soulmate.

It doesn’t help that he is gorgeous. Dark hair, chiseled jaw, bright smile hidden behind soft lips. Lips that you really really want to kiss.

Unfortunately Hoseok isn’t your soulmate. The two of you spent almost everyday together for the semester and no connection ever presented itself. Eventually the urge to kiss him dissipated (for the most part) and you gained a really great friend. Every time you feel miserably alone, he’s there to comfort you. He's been there for every missed connection, every failed attempt to find your soulmate.

There are still days that you wake up with The Feeling. The feeling that tells you it’s finally the day you’ll find your soulmate. And today just so happens to be one of those days. When you woke up, you didn't feel tired. You were able to get up and out of bed and ready for class in time to stop to get coffee for you and Hoseok.

The Feeling leaves you on edge. You keep your phone in your pocket instead of scrolling through your daily rotation of socials. Making sure to keep a small smile on your lips, you try to make eye contact with as many people as you can.

Surely people think you are a crazy person, but you won't miss an opportunity to meet your soulmate for the first time. Unfortunately, none of the customers in the coffee shop or the Baristas are your soulmates. But that's okay! There is still plenty of time left in the day.

"Today's the day Hobi! I can feel it." Hoseok is leaning up against his car in the parking lot waiting for you as usual. The two of you have the same math class every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning.

"Yeah I'm pretty sure you said that about last Wednesday too." Hoseok playfully nudges you as he accepts the coffee you've brought for him.

"Okay yes, but I feel REALLY good about today. Maybe I've just been missing him by a few minutes."

"I wish you weren't so obsessed with this, Y/N." Hoseok pauses, adjusting the strap of his backpack. "You always end up disappointed and I hate seeing you upset."

"Wow thanks for believing in me." You turn away from him and continue down the sidewalk path, rapidly approaching the Mathematics Building.

"It's not that I don't believe in YOU, I just hate watching you obsess over this, can't you just enjoy life and let your soulmate come to you?"

"LET MY SOULMATE COME TO ME? Hoseok didn't you hear about the girl who WAITED for her soulmate to find her and ended up finding him in a COMA? I CAN'T RISK IT!"

"Y/N you can't assume the worst just becau..." And you don't hear the end of whatever Hoseok was going to say. Because in that moment you see something shiny on the ground a few feet in front of you.

You jog ahead of Hoseok, and you see a gold ring abandoned on the sidewalk. You bend to pick it up. Hoseok has now caught up with you. He's trying to get your attention, but all you can focus on in this moment is the ring. You have the same giddy feeling you always do. Butterflies flitting around in your stomach. It’s your soulmate's ring, you're sure of it.

"What is it Y/N?" Hoseok leans over your shoulder to see the ring you're turning over in your fingers. It's a fairly simple gold ring. There is a simple design carved around it and an inscription inside it. Two initials. You can feel your heart swell, your pulse begins to race.

"It's my soulmate's ring Hobi. I knew today was going to be a good day." You can read the skepticism in his frown and knitted brow. He doesn’t refute you though, maybe he can sense the certainty you’re feeling.

“We’re gonna be late for class.” He huffs, continuing down the path at a pace you struggle to keep up with.

~~~~~~~

The lecture on Inverse Trigonometric Functions does not hold your attention very long. All you can really do is turn the ring over in your fingers imagining the man that it belongs to. He’s probably got dark hair, tan skin, glasses. He probably looks so sexy in glasses.

“So I guess you’ll be borrowing my notes later then?” Hoseok whispers and motions toward your blank notebook. “Of course, you’ve got something more important to do than take notes, don’t you?”

“Yeah I’ve got to track down my soulmate.” As soon as you finish the thought, reality begins to sink in. “Hobi?” You whisper back at him, shoulders slumping. “How am I going to find him?”

Hoseok sighs, settles himself back into the seat, and continues taking notes. Absentmindedly, you pick up your pen and begin doodling the initials “JW”. Your pen traces over the letters, darkening them with each stroke.

“We’ll find him.” Hoseok places his hand over yours, stopping the obsessive movements of your pen. When he pulls his hand back you look up at him. He’s looking forward, jaw clenched. And you know that just like every other time, with every other potential soulmate, he’s determined to help you.

~~~~~~~

Hoseok asked you to sleep on it, give yourself some time to process before beginning the process of finding the owner of the ring.

It was a nice idea, sleeping on it. But in practice it proved to be very difficult. After tossing and turning for half an hour you began mentally designing a Found: Gold Ring flyer in your head and planned where to put them up around campus.

Now your mind has wandered elsewhere. You find yourself browsing social media, looking at the University’s page. Scrolling through the followers and stopping at every J and W you find.

You: I'm never going to find him. [4:12am]

You: Do you know how many JWs there are in this city? [4:12am]

You: And what if he's not even on social media? [4:16am]

Hoseok: Everyone is on social media. [4:18am]

You: Oh no did I wake you? [4:18am]

Hoseok: Yes. Please tell me you have not been awake all night. [4:18am]

You: I have not been awake all night. [4:19am]

You: 😬 [4:19am]

Hoseok: I have an idea. [4:20am]

You: 👀 [4:20am]

Hoseok: I have a friend who works as a student assistant in the registrar's office, maybe he can help us. Let's meet at 8 instead of 8:45 [4:23am]

You: okay 🥺 [4:24am]

~~~~~~~

"What do you mean "no," Namjoon?" Hoseok is standing at the front of Namjoon's desk.

"Hoseok I am not breaking FERPA for any reason." The blonde boy leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. Government policy prevents him from sharing student’s personal information, but this is bigger than the government. It’s fate, the Universe, call it what you want, but it’s more important than FERPA.

"Namjoon, I need to find my soulmate, I have to track him down!" You're about to start crying, peering around Hoseok. You had only seen Namjoon once before at a party, he was drunkenly debating the finer details of Platonism with a girl who was clearly only interested in taking him upstairs.

“If I were to give you a list of all the names and phone numbers of students that go to this University, I could be fined thousands of dollars!” He uncrosses his arms and hits his hand on the desk to emphasize his point.

That’s when you notice the timer on his wrist. Counting down to the moment he meets his soulmate.

“Namjoon, look at the timer on your wrist. You know exactly when you are going to meet your soulmate. But I have nothing.” He looks down at his wrist, the timer silently ticks closer to zero. “I have no timer, no mark, no connection except maybe this stupid ring.”

You tug at the ring you placed on a chain around your neck for safe keeping. It shines under the fluorescent lighting. Namjoon looks at the ring then back at your face. You’re sure it’s blotchy and red, but you hope that he understands how important this is.

“Can you help us Joon?” Hoseok asks, pulling a small flash drive from his coat pocket. The only response is a deep sigh, but Namjoon grabs the flash drive and quickly downloads the data.

“If anyone finds out about this, I’m going to say you hacked into my computer.” Namjoon says, stopping short of handing the drive back to Hoseok.

“I owe you one.” Hoseok winks before he grabs the drive out of Namjoon’s hand.

Hoseok heads out into the hallway and you follow closely behind him, turning back to mouth a ‘thank you’ at Namjoon who responds with a curt nod.

~~~~~~~

After a trip to the library and $25 worth of printing, the two of you are holed up in your apartment. Take-out, two bottles of wine, and 250 pages of student names and phone numbers are set out on the coffee table, an R&B album playing on the stereo. Hoseok watches as you flip through the large stack of pages on the coffee table.

“Wait why did you print every name?” Hoseok wonders while he picks at the remains of the food in his container.

“You said it would be easier to have a hard copy.” You huff, dropping the pages on the floor in front of you. Hoseok can feel the frustration radiating off of you.

“Yes, but maybe we should have sorted out the Js and Ws before printing...” He sets down his food and motions for you to hand him the pile.

Hoseok begins thumbing through the pages, wondering to himself how long it will take to narrow down the pool of potential soulmates. He locates the Ws and sets the rest of the pages aside.

“Here, let’s just start here and see what we can find.” He says, splitting the smaller stack in two and handing you half. Hoseok begins reading through each name on the page, pausing only to highlight a name or take a drink from his wine glass.

After about half an hour, Hoseok has highlighted two dozen names on his portion of the list. You're huddled over the pages, flicking the corners of it absent-midnedly. He can tell that you’ve lost steam, possibly from the two very full glasses of wine you’ve had tonight.

“Are you almost finished?” Hoseok sets his pages down on the floor next to him and leans his head back against the couch behind him.

“Oh yeah I finished, I just wanted to go back through to be sure.” You lean back from your hunched over position and lay flat against the floor.

“I’ve got about two dozen names, how many did you get?” Hoseok yawns and rubs his eyes.

“I found thirty.” You manage through a yawn of your own. It’s barely 9:00pm, but the mundane task of finding matching initials mixed with bellies full of take out and wine makes for a couple of very sleepy friends.

There’s got to be something he can do to reenergize the two of you. He knows you’re excited to find your soulmate. But after being by your side through so many failed attempts in the past few years, he can tell you’re starting to feel discouraged.

“Get up.” Hoseok says, an idea brewing in his mind. You look up at him, eyes narrowed. “Come on.” Hoseok gets up and moves to put himself toe to toe with you. He reaches into his pocket for his phone and scrolls through his playlist.

An upbeat song begins playing through the speakers and Hoseok extends his hands out to you. He can tell you’re fighting a grin and that makes his own smile double in size. You finally give in and grab hold of his hands. Hoseok quickly pulls you up off the ground and twirls you around before letting go.

“I’m not doing this Hobi.” You stand still, covering your face with your hands while the beat of the song fills up your small apartment. Hoseok’s body is moving to the music. He’s always been a dancer, effortlessly contorting his body, hitting each beat perfectly in time.

Hoseok knows you aren’t a good dancer, but he loves seeing you try. Loves watching you be silly. So he reaches for your hand once again and pulls you toward him. He uses his hands to guide you, gently shaking you to loosen up your joints. Your awkward movements make him laugh, but he’s happy to see you smiling again. Swaying along to the music with you, Hoseok feels good. The stress of the day melting away.

He twirls you away from his body as the song is ending, but instead of letting go he tugs on your arm, silently asking you to twirl back into his arms. You’re giggling when you fall back into his arms. His face is only inches away from yours and for the first time in a long time he finds himself wanting to close the distance.

When the two of you first met, he felt a pull to you. At first he had hoped that you were his soulmate. You were beautiful, funny, silly, and just what he had been looking for. There was no magic moment between you though. No signal that your connection to him was meant to be something more than friendship.

Before he can think too much about how your lips still look so soft, you pull away from him. Hoseok pauses to catch his breath, shaking his head to clear out the thoughts.

“Okay I do feel better.” You announce, moving to the kitchen to pop the second bottle of wine. Hoseok sits down on the couch, picking up his laptop. He logs onto Facebook, trying to occupy his mind by searching for the first guy on with the initials J W. “Alright, this is it.”

“What is it exactly?” Hoseok replies, distracted by a video of goats screaming to the tune of Taylor Swift’s latest single.

“We’re about to find my soulmate Hobi!” Your beaming smile is almost enough to quell the unsettled feeling growing in his gut.

“Right, right. Here goes nothing.” Hoseok types the name of the first guy on his list and begins scrolling through his available pictures. He is scrutinizing the stranger, his clothes, the way he poses for the pictures. Soulmate or not, is this guy really good enough for you?

“What should the game plan be?” You say, almost startling Hoseok. “Should we just do a quick round looking for the ring in the pictures?”

“Yes let’s do that, and then we can go back through if we don’t find the ring on anyone.” Hoseok nods moving to the next name on his list, silently hoping that he isn’t the one either.

~~~~~~~

It was very easy for you to get distracted looking at these potential soulmates. Of course, based on their social media profiles it was also pretty easy to rule some people out. Several of the men had their soulmate’s in the profile pictures. Some had visible soulmate marks or timers in their photos. But there were still a large number of men who could be the one. And you took your time sizing each one up.

Jason Williams is clearly athletic, plays for the university soccer team, and recently ran a marathon. It’s good for him, but you hope he won’t mind you sitting on the sidelines of the next marathon rather than participating.

Jaylen Williams has no photos available for viewing, but it only takes three seconds on his profile to realize that his views on feminism leave much to be desired.

Jesse Williams is a nerd, to put it lightly. His profile picture is a loveable picture of him dressed as Spiderman at last year’s comic con. Many of his posts are related to the Marvel Universe and you can tell that he takes it very seriously. According to his profile, he is studying physics.

Joshua Wilson seems nice. He’s playing guitar in his profile picture. His beanie and flannel shirt make you wonder if he considers himself a hipster. His latest post is about the inadequate coffee served at the local cafe and how he should just do it at home. Maybe he makes a good cup of coffee, you could get into that.

James Wilt is handsome. He’s hair smoothed perfectly back, facial hair trimmed neatly. Just as you’re about to scroll down to look at his posts, Hoseok interrupts you.

“Y/N?” He says quietly. “I think I’ve got him.” Your heart jumps into your throat. Setting the laptop down on the coffee table, you scoot over to look at Hoseok’s screen.

Jackson Wang. He’s gorgeous. And he’s clearly wearing the ring.

“Hobi...” You don’t really know what to say, but he seems to understand. He puts his arm around you and slides his laptop from his lap to yours. You begin scrolling through and seeing pictures of him surrounded by friends, they look like fraternity brothers. It’s not quite what you were expecting out of a soulmate, but as you continue looking through his profile you learn that you are actually quite compatible.

He has a similar taste in music, loves his family, he’s on the university fencing team, and he might love cheese even more than you do.

“I... I don’t want to be the one to say it, but all we know for sure is that it’s his ring.” Hoseok says sheepishly. You want to roll your eyes, but he’s right. Just because you had a feeling about it doesn't guarantee that Jackson is your soulmate.

“There’s only one way to find out.” You say handing Hoseok’s laptop back to him.

“Right.” Hoseok nods before tilting his head. “Wait what?”

“I’ll send him a friend request and I’m going to message him. I’ll have to meet him in person.” You say as you begin typing out a message on your computer.

“You are NOT going to meet him in person Y/N. He’s a total stranger!”

“Hoseok he could be my soulmate!” You pleaded. There’s a long silence stretching between you. Hoseok is thinking, scanning your face. He’s spent the day helping you track him down and now suddenly he’s so concerned about you meeting him?

“I’ll go with you.” He mutters followed by a sigh of defeat. He sinks back into the couch as you finish typing out your message to Jackson and attach an image of the ring.

You: Hey, are you missing your ring? I found one that looks like it outside the Mathematics building. [9:13pm]

“And now we wait.” You sigh as you hit the send button. The tension between you and Hoseok is still palpable, but you reach for the remote to turn on the television. Luckily for you, Hoseok’s favorite movie is playing on one of the channels and it doesn’t take long for the tension to relax into a comfortable silence.

~~~~~~~

Hoseok wakes to a ping on your phone. The two of you had fallen asleep on the couch during the movie. The TV screen is now dark, credits slowly rolling through. Your phone is shining brightly from it’s spot on the coffee table.

Against his better judgement, Hoseok reaches for your phone.

Facebook: Jackson Wang has accepted your friend request. [11:46pm]

Facebook Messenger: Yeah wow! I’ve been missing it! [11:48pm]

Hoseok sets your phone back down and looks over at you. You’re fast asleep, head resting on the arm of the couch. It’s getting late.

“Y/N.” He whispers, nudging your foot with his own. You don’t stir, so he decides to get up and carry you to your bed. He carefully pulls back the throw blanket that covers you and hooks his arms under your body. The walk to your bed is short, but he trips over a pair of your shoes, almost dropping you. How are you still asleep?

When he reaches your bed, he sets you down gently and pulls your quilt over your shoulders. He gazes down at you. Once again feeling the pull to your lips. He leans down, brushes a few stray hairs off of your forehead and lightly brushes his lips against the skin of your forehead.

A warm sensation, tingling in his lips, a shiver down his spine. Hoseok pulls away, wide eyes staring down at you. But you don’t wake up. Though he would swear that he saw a smile pulling at your lips as he slowly backed out of the room.

~~~~~~~

As you slept you dreamed about meeting your soulmate. The warm feeling radiated throughout your body, all was right in the world. And when you wake you are happy to see a response from Jackson.

Jackson: Yeah wow! I’ve been missing it! [11:48pm]

You: Okay, wanna grab coffee and I can give it to you then? [9:23am]

Jackson: Haha, sounds great. Maybe tomorrow around 10? [9:56am]

You: That’s perfect, you know The Bean just north of campus? [9:59am]

Jackson: Yes I love that place. [10:01am]

You: Okay great! [10:01am]

You: Kind of a random question... [10:17am]

Jackson: Shoot [10:23am]

You: Do you know what your soulmate connection is? [10:24am]

You: I’m only asking because I don’t know mine. [10:27am]

You: And I thought maybe... [10:27am]

Jackson: Do you think you finding my ring could be... our connection? [10:30am]

You: I had a really good feeling about it when I found it. [10:31am]

Jackson: I don’t know mine, so maybe this is it... [10:34am]

You: I guess we’ll find out tomorrow, right? [10:35am]

Jackson: It’s a date. [10:39am]

~~~~~~~

The Bean is bustling today. Lots of people in and out, dozens of students working on projects and papers, so Hoseok has to sit a few tables away from you. The smell of the freshly ground beans

“I won’t be able to hear you that well.” He shouts across the cafe.

You’re too nervous to respond with something other than a shrug of your shoulders. Fiddling with the hem of your dress, you watch the door carefully waiting for him to walk in. The latte in front of you is still steaming, too hot to drink.

The bell above the door chimes, ringing out over the chatter that fills the coffee shop. And there he is. Jackson Wang. Walking toward you with a self-assured smile.

“Hi.” You mumbled, standing from your seat to greet him. He’s glowing in front of you, he’s all you can see. Jackson opens his arms you fit perfectly in them. You can feel butterflies in your stomach. It’s not as strong as you expected the soulmate bond to be, but it’s there.

“I guess this is yours.” You tug lightly on the ring you’ve been wearing around your neck.

“Well maybe you should wear it for a little longer.” Jackson replies, motioning for you to have a seat. “If we’re soulmates, that is?”

“Did you feel it too?” You ask shyly, tucking your hair back behind your ear. Jackson nods and reaches out to grab your hand across the table. The Feeling is here, just like it was when you picked up the ring, and you never want it to go away.

~~~~~~~

Hoseok watches the two of you chat for over an hour. He sees the exaggerated reactions you give to whatever story Jackson’s telling you. Just by the way your face is lighting up, he can tell you’re already falling hard.

Thinking back to the night before, Hoseok questions what happened. Was it just the wine going to his head? The two of you had been friends for so long now that he assumed it couldn’t be possible that the two of you were soulmates. Surely any hidden connection you had would have been realized by now. Maybe he’s just feeling jealous that you’re finally meeting your soulmate and he’s still alone.

But that kiss was unlike anything he had ever felt before.

Deep in his thoughts, Hoseok doesn’t notice when you and Jackson stand from the table and walk over to his.

“Hobi, this is Jackson.” Hoseok jerks his head upward, met with a confident smile from Jackson. Hoseok quickly stands and extends his hand.

“I’m Hoseok, nice to meet you.” Jackson firmly shakes his hand. The two hold eye contact for just a little too long.

“She’s already told me so much about you. Thanks for helping her track me down.” Jackson chuckles. Hoseok looks over at you and notices that you are holding his other hand.

“Thanks for helping me find my soulmate.” You chirp happily. Hoseok narrows his eyes, looking back and forth between you and Jackson.

“Soulmates? Are you sure?” Hoseok questions you.

“Hoseok!” Your exclamation is accompanied by a slap on the arm. “Of course I’m sure!” You give a quick and embarrassed apology to Jackson.

The way you’re already clinging to Jackson makes Hoseok’s stomach twist. The look in your eye when you stare up at his face makes Hoseok want to shut his eyes. He can tell you’re smitten, but he’s got a bad feeling. Despite your obvious certainty that this is your soulmate, Hoseok can tell that something is just not right.

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amethyst-dreams-and-candy-canes · 4 years

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Slam Dunk

AN: My first actual request! Thank you @deangirlsworld for the request. Remember when I said that I didn’t know how I wanted the story to end? Well it was true and then I changed the whole thing. I hope you like it, hunny bee.

Word Count: 1,174

Warnings: None

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

You had always liked the fair. The high-pitched sounds of laughter, the giant stuffed animals, the twinkle of the lights at night that sometimes gave the illusion that the stars had come to earth to partake in the festivities. But above all, your absolute favorite was the smells. Corn dogs, turkey legs, caramel apples. But the funnel cakes? Your kryptonite. They were your guilty pleasure and you'd waste no time devouring the fried treat. It's what you'd hoped you were doing right now; sinking into the dough and getting the powdered sugar all over your mouth, hands and clothing in the most unladylike way.

But alas, you couldn't get to your treat at the moment. Your wandering eye had landed on the most adorable plush red giraffe next to a dunking booth. It was downright adorable and you smiled wide at it. Your boyfriend, Jensen, who had been eating an ice cream cone with one arm wrapped around your shoulders felt you stop walking and turned to look at you. He followed your line of sight and snorted at the beady-eyed toy.

"Babe you have literal heart eyes right now." He teased as he bumped you with his hip. "Am I losing you to a stuffed animal?"

The giggle that left you have him smiling before you could even speak. "Just look at it! With it's cute little face."

"You want it?"

You turned to him with your lip poked out, eyes wide and hands tucked under your chin in your best begging pouty face. Jensen pulled you close as he laughed and kissed your temple.

"Uh oh. Looks like the lady wants a pet." A voice yelled out. You both looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man sitting in the dunking booth grinning at you. "If you sink me, the pretty girl gets a pretty toy."

"Or I can buy it." Jensen shrugged and began to pull out his wallet.

"Aw too bad. Is it because you don't have the strength to do it?"

"Whatever dude."

"Hey baby! You want to be with a weakling like that? Why don't you come get you a real man."

Your mouth dropped open as your eyes snapped to Jensen. His jaw tightened as he stared at the man. Tentatively you touched his arm in an attempt to draw his attention back to you.

"I don't have to have it. Let's go." You speak but Jensen's attention is still on the man in the booth who is now blowing kisses at you and making obscene gestures. A younger guy in the stand moves next to you and clears his throat.

"Sir do you want to play?"

"No thanks, we're about to-" Jensen cuts you off by pulling out a $20 bill and slapping it in the kid's hand. The man in the booth begins to snicker and grabs the bottom of the seat and began to bounce up and down.

"Oh ho! Big spender, eh? It's five per toss. Hope you have more money, fella." He goaded Jensen as he blew another kiss to you. "When he blows all his money, I'll be waiting for you in the parking lot."

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. "Yeah, no thanks. Come on Jensen-"

"Well we know who wears the pants in their relationship." the man teased as the kid handed Jensen four baseballs. He tossed the first one without a word or glance in your direction. The ball narrowly missed the target, hitting the chain fence behind it with a loud clang. The man howled with laughter which angered Jensen even more. A small crowd had begun to gather and whisper in amusement amongst each other. Jensen wasted no time and let the second ball fly. It hit the corner of the target, moving it but not hard enough to release the latch. A chorus of "ohs" raised from the crowd and Jensen huffed in annoyance.

"So sorry pretty boy. Hey baby, does he always miss the mark like that? I promise I won't miss."

Your face scrunched up in indignation and you shake your head. The man released a boisterous laugh and blew more kisses at you. A few people from the crowd began to snicker at the exchanges and you had half the mind to just pull Jensen away. The third ball flew before you could grab his arm and hit the target so hard that it didn't snap back into place when it was released. The man yelped as he dropped into the water and the crowd erupted into applause and cheers. You couldn’t help the laugh that passed your lips as the man in the booth flailed wildly in the water. Jensen turned to you with a brilliant smile and a wink before tossing the last ball in the air and catching it.

“That’s my baby.” you grinned as he leaned down to kiss your lips earning a round of whistles from the crowd. You both broke the kiss with a laugh and Jensen turned to the young man behind the stand. He pointed to the red giraffe and placed the extra ball on the counter top. He nodded and took the giraffe down before handing it to you. Immediately you reached for the toy and pulled it close to your body in a tight hug. Jensen rolled his eyes with a smile as he wrapped an arm around your waist and began to walk away from the booth.

"Wait hold on." you wiggled out of his grasp and picked up the remaining ball. You handed it to the kid who looked at the ball and then you in utter confusion. "He paid $20, right? He only used three balls and at five a pop, you owe him $5."

"Oh. Yes ma'am." he ducked his head as he rummaged through the cash box. Jensen cocked his head to the side as the young man handed you the $5 bill and you thanked him with a brilliant smile. You walked back to Jensen and as he went to reach for the bill, you pulled back and tsked.

"I do believe that belongs to me." He joked as he crossed his arms and looked at you with fake offense. You shrugged and brought the plush you to your lips in a soft kiss before turning it to kiss him in the same manner. He turned his head playfully before bringing you close to him in a hug.

"You're right, it does belong to you." You winked at him and the innuendo not missed by him. "But this is a down payment."

"On?"

"Don't you smell that? I want a funnel cake like 30 minutes ago."

Jensen placed his hands on his hips and cocked his head to the side. You danced around him with the toy eye level with him. You pressed the toy against his lips again and he groaned before wrapping his strong arms around you and placing a kiss to your forehead. "Yeah sure ok. Whatever you want, baby girl."

#fanfiction #jensen x reader

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kaffeinic · 5 years

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Caffeinic | Bang Chan

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | Epilogue

Pairing: Reader x Barista!Bang Chan

Genre: Fluff // Romance

Warnings: Fem!Reader

Preamble: You’ve been going to the same coffee shop for the past four years. You’ve ordered the same thing almost every single day, and you never, ever skip on that part of your morning. So, when Mrs. Park hired a new barista and the once serene café was suddenly flooded with people every second of the day, you were less than thrilled.

You continued your routine as usual throughout the next few months. The café was still just as crowded as it had always been in the morning, so you opted to visit during the evening. You and Chan had become well-acquainted before you switched the timing of your coffee breaks.

It was late autumn, - possibly early winter - and you hugged your black trench coat close to your body, nuzzling your nose into your oversized brown scarf. The café was relatively calm at this time. You deduced it was because of the absence of a certain blonde haired gentleman. Part of you missed his unapologetically flirty attitude that you’d come to enjoy, but your priorities chose a calming atmosphere over a cute, dimply smile.

Midterms were coming up and your book bag was ripping at the seams from the weight of your textbooks. You figured you would do what you always did this time of year and sip on some coffee while you studied. When you walked through the door, you were greeted by the Park family, and - though you didn’t expect it - Chan.

“Hey there, Y/n! Are you here for some coffee?” Mrs. Park asked. You nodded and held up your book bag.

“I’m in for a long night.” You laughed at the end of your reply, but you were anything but happy to be studying tonight. Mrs. Park frowned.

“Oh, that’s a shame. I was going to ask if you’d like to join Junyoung and I. It’s his birthday today.” You looked at her son. He smiled sheepishly.

“Happy birthday! I almost forgot- I got this for you.” You dug through your book bag and handed him a small, wrapped gift. He took it and inspected the outside. “Open it!” You exclaimed. He smiled excitedly and did as you asked.

His eyes widened a little as he looked at the tiny Rilakkuma figurine. It was something you had held onto for a few months after seeing it in the store. It screamed his name. The boy was constantly decorating his bags, clothes, and laptop with the character. He shot you a genuine smile and gave you a hug.

“Thank you so much, Y/n! It’s perfect!” He admired it again and ran upstairs to put it away.

“Are you sure you can’t join us?” Mrs. Park pleaded. You smiled, but shook your head.

“I’m sorry, midterms are coming up.” You explained. She nodded in understanding and waved as Junyoung rushed down the stairs. You all said your goodbyes, Mr. Park went upstairs to his office, and you took your seat at the bar.

“It’s been a while.” You heard a familiar Australian accent. You looked up at Chan and smiled.

“Yeah, it has. How’ve you been?” You inquired. He shrugged his shoulders. You placed your book bag on the counter next to you.

“Same old, same old.” He paused. “Missing you, of course.” One side of his lips pulled up into a smirk as he laughed at his own joke.

“Yeah, yeah.” You shooed him away.

“The usual?” He asked. He had a towel in his hand as he dried a light brown coffee mug. You couldn’t help but notice how attractive the man looked in his black dress shirt with its two top buttons undone. A thick silver chain hung from his neck and a gleam of white light poked through between a gap in the fabric.

You shook your head. “Surprise me.” With that, he smiled brightly.

“Alright. I will.” He shot you that smirk of his again and got to work. You loved the smell of the café; It was always so sweet and warm. You also had become accustomed to the faint scent of Chan’s cologne. Those two scents mixed together made your heart flutter, and was why you had changed your seating choice from the corner table to the center of the bar. You hated to admit it, but it was true. “Are you going to study at home?”

You looked up with thought. “I’m not sure. The heater isn’t working, so I’ve been avoiding staying there.” You replied. Chan’s face fell.

“That’s not good. You should get it looked at.” He had genuine concern is his voice, and you saw no indication that he was trying to mock you. You nodded.

“Of course.”

“You could study here. I’m closing.” He said. You raised an eyebrow.

“Your offer is suddenly less tempting with that information.” You retorted. He feigned offense, placing his large hand on his chest. You noticed his thick silver rings.

“Well, fine then.” He said, turning back to the coffee machine.

“I’m kidding, you big baby. I think I’ll stay. I’d rather work here, where it’s warm.” You said. You could faintly see the edges of his mouth curl up at your words.

You immersed yourself into your work, flipping through pages in your biology textbook as you scribbled notes onto some college ruled paper. You would occasionally feel a pair of brown eyes on you, but you didn’t dare look up. Little did you know, Chan was staring intently at your face. At your lips, in particular. He especially liked it when you bit your bottom lip in thought.

It took him an astonishingly long time, but he finally placed a cup of hot coffee in front of you. The aroma flooded your senses and you perked up instantly.

“What is it?” You inquired.

“Your coffee.” He said. You shot him a look.

“You don’t say?” He laughed at your remark and urged you to take a sip.

“Try it.” He said.

“What’s in it?”

“Coffee, water...”

“If I drink it, will you stop?” Your fingers wrapped around the handle of the mug.

“Maybe.” You rolled your eyes, lifting the cup to your lips. “Blow on it first.” You looked up at him over the rim of the mug.

“Uh- Why?”

“I don’t want you to burn your lips.” He replied.

“Don’t you mean, ‘burn your tongue?’” You asked.

“No.” He waited, but you didn’t move. “I mean, if you want, I can blow on it for you.” He offered, smiling. You rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time, but suddenly tensed up when his face came close to yours. He blew softly on the surface of the steaming coffee, eyes slowly finding yours. You looked down.

“I’ve got it, thanks Dad.” You said, moving away. He laughed at your reaction.

“No problem, Babygirl™.” Sorry. You choked on your coffee and Chan lost it. He began laughing uncontrollably, holding onto his abdomen. You would have rolled your eyes at another one of his flirty lines, but you were caught so off-guard that you just sat there with coffee dribbling down your chin. After a moment, you wailed.

“It got in my nose!”

After a few colourful words from you and mischievous giggles from him, you were back to work. At that moment, someone new walked into the café. The bell hanging above the door chimed and both you and Chan turned your attention to the entrance.

“Welcome, sir. What can I get you?” Chan walked to the side of the counter closer to the door. The man looked at Chan, then you.

“Americano. Make it quick.” He said.

Now, what happened next really ticked you off.

The bar of the café was very large, and there were at least five extra seats on either side of you, away from your bags and yourself, not to mention the twenty or so empty tables behind you. This man, however, seemed to have never touched on the topic of personal space. He slid into the chair to your left, staring at your textbooks as if to say, “Move them.”

You internally cursed at him and slid everything you had to the right. Chan was busy making the americano the man had asked for, the sound of a coffee grinder echoing in the otherwise silent room.

“College?” The man beside you asked. You didn’t look at him, nor did you answer. You scribbled more notes in your notebook and took a sip of your coffee. He huffed.

“Don’t you know that pretty girls should smile a bit more?” He craned his head to look at your face. “Don’t be rude.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but have we met?” You raised an eyebrow. He smiled. His teeth were riddled with cavities.

“In your dreams, maybe.”

In my nightmares, is more like it. You thought.

You began packing up your bags in an attempt to be rid of this man and his foul stench, but when his hand found its way to your waist, you nearly jumped out of your skin. You wondered if Chan knew what was happening. You looked up at him to see another wet mug in his hands. He was working, not paying you two any attention. He walked behind you to scrub on the tables before closing for the night.

You pushed the man’s hand away and shoved more items into your bag. He scooted his stool closer, this time, his arm snaking around your waist. He whispered in your ear.

“Why don’t you be a good girl?” He seethed. Your eyes widened and you wondered how far this man was willing to go. There’s was no alcohol on his breath. You had hoped there was, to give him the benefit of the doubt. He was fully aware of what he was doing, and that made it even worse.

While you were caught up in your thoughts, you felt a strong hand pull the man’s off of your waist.

“She’s clearly not interested, mate.” Chan said. At that moment, you had never been so happy to have him there.

“What do you know? It’s none of your business, mate.” The man challenged him, smirking as he ripped his hand away from Chan.

The blonde boy whose eyes were usually so playful and happy were now stoic and cold.

“Get out.” Chan said. The man beside you didn’t budge.

“No. You don’t own the place.” The man’s knees brushed against your outer thigh, and you shivered, not daring to move.

“Get. Out.” Chan repeated himself, so much more malice in his tone than before. You shifted your weight on the stool, afraid of what might happen next.

Posted a few hours early because I couldn’t wait lol. How’s that for a cliffhanger? Sorry not sorry for that Babygirl reference lol. Smash that like button if you enjoyed~ Have a nice day!

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years

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WhatsApp? Part 10. (Steve Rogers x reader)

Description: You’ve never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone’s eye, to be loved. One day, that’s about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you

A/N: Man I live for Sam Wilson. He’s too much to handle. He’s that chaotic friend for sure.

Word count: 1.9 K

Warnings: Probably like none? Idk.

Tagging: @missdictatorme, @songforhema, @mikariell95, @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory

Read the rest here: Part One Part Two Part three Part four Part five Part Six Part seven Part eight Part nine

If you like to have your readings in order :): H E R E

You had a deep coma until two p.m. the next morning, unable to move, speak or talk, just laying in your head under the blankets, watching some Audrey Hepburn movies running on the TV.

When you for yourself together and felt like standing up, you took a long shower full of bubbles and nicely smelling cosmetics, then you took the rest of the make-up down. Then, with your stomach still being heavy as fuck, you ordered some food from a near pizza shop. Then, again, you fell down the bed, still looking like a piece of trash.

When your phone rang, you picked it up without even looking at the name on the display. You thought that it's the pizza courier.

"I'm sorry man, I can't even walk. Can you go to the third floor, fifth door? On the back of the hall. You can't miss it." - You growled tiredly like a Golum, sounding really tired.

"If you tell me on which address, I will come. Are you expecting someone?" - You heard Steve's voice from the other side. His voice was breathy, so you knew that he's on his daily jog. You couldn't even know ho terrified he actually was because of the answer. You surely were expecting someone. Some man from yesterdays evening.

His confidence slowly fell down from hundred to zero seriously fast. And you didn't even have to say or do anything for that matter.

"Yeah, queen Liz will be at my place aaaany minute." - You said quietly, but your fingers started to play with the necklace almost immediately. It was perfect and you never wanted to take it off. - "Just the pizza delivery guy. I'm hungry but too lazy to cook. It really made me tired yesterday."

"You were perfect." - He said breathlessly. Your lips curled into a slight smile. Steve was running around Brooklyn park with a perfectly dreamy look on his face. You two were such dorks - "I could not believe my eyes. You were so close and so full of life, so beautiful... Dear lord."

"Steve, you really knew which one am I? Didn't you look after Deena, May or Suzie? Because you surely are not talking about me." - The breath stuck in your breath and your heart was beating faster and faster. You probably had to stand just a few feet from him. He could basically touch you if he wanted to. And you wished that he have even when you knew that Steve wasn't that kind of a man.

"I was looking at you and only you. And what about that solo with your friend? I liked that. That was funny." - Steve smiled. You only heard yourself giggling and squealing. That made the big man a bit worried. He never heard you do those sounds so loudly. But now you had a serious hungover and you were just happy. There was nothing to hide anymore. - "Are you alright?"

"Yes, yes, I am. I perfectly am. Just... You were there, with me, watching us, maybe even singing and clapping, you gave me that beautiful necklace... And..." - You mumbled with the speed of light. You are so sweet. Steve found it nice to find someone so pure and so happy because of such a small thing which was completely natural for him.

"So you liked it?" - Steve stopped and breathed the six miles he just ran. His thighs and ass were slightly burning, that was a sign of a seriously good work out.

"I... I loved it. I will never take it off, I swear!" - You exclaimed. Your head and body hurt, but Steve has woken you up so much, that you have completely forgotten about that. That was just what Steve did to you daily. - "Also, it was you, am I right?"

"I was what?" - He laughed and you heard as he drank something.

"Ten grand out of our twenty-five? You did it, am I right?" - You smiled. Steve was obviously just a really good, real and honest man who cared about local charities. A good heart with a good soul - Steve obviously wasn't the one who would flex on you with his money. He would never.

"Maybe it was me, maybe it was not me. Do not care about that. I and my lads loved it yesterday so we wanted to let you know. Did you get that note?" - Steve asked, his voice tone suddenly changing from playful to hoping. You froze in one place. The note... THE note.

You must've lost it when you were taking the board from Tony Stark himself. Suddenly, you wanted to cry. It must've been something important for him.

"Oh Steve, I'm so sorry..." - You shuttered and sobbed as you were about to cry. What was the note about?

"Hey. Do not be sad, alright? It's not a big deal at all, Y/N. I'll think about something else, just keep your spirits up, sweetheart."

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Even tho Steve acted like it was a no big deal, it was a huge one for him. He wrote you a short note, in which he was asking you on a serious date. Sam made him do it because he was so curious about your reaction - old school yes or no note with a date and a location. But you have lost it.

Steve wasn't mad, of course, he wasn't. But he has some high hopes for that. He was crazy about you saying yes, to finally meet you, take you out on a dinner and to be just... With you, your beauty and bright mind.

He was calling you throughout his entire jog and as you ate your pizza. In the end, he truly asked for your friend's number, because Bucky was persistent about getting to know that girl.

"I will hang up. I have a meeting with some friends today, but I can call you in the evening, is that alright?" - Steve stopped in front of his apartment door, adjusting the microphone on his earphones as he was searching for his keys.

"I will hopefully survive today. I will miss you, handsome." - You said in a sweet tone and Steve felt as his knees melt a bit. Now he could imagine your face and expression, your big shiny eyes and beautiful lips curling to a smile. And when Steve closed his eyes, the feeling became even more intense. You were perfect for him.

"Tell me about it. Be safe." - Steve basically purred and got into the apartment. Bucky immediately took notice of his lad and he smiled at Steve. His expression was telling so much without him even saying a word.

"I will, bye." - You sighed lightly and hung up.

"I should take a photo of you." - Bucky joked and when he said a word photo, Sam immediately hurried out of bedroom only in his boxers.

"Ma man just saw some boobs, didn't he?" - Sam clapped cheerfully and Steve just waved him off. Sam and boobs - that could've been an idea for a saga. - "Hope you got the number for Mr. I Will Teach About Jesus. He is just fuckin' persistent because of it."

"Got it. But now we should prepare for that big Avengers evening. Tony will be curious about that ten grand I gave to them." - Steve said cheesily with a laugh.

When he was taking another shower and dressing up, two texts were delivered to his phone. One of them was some Deena's number. Steve figured out that that was your friend's name.

The second one was a cute photo of you - your face, messy hair, slight smile and big eyes looking at him. You had a tank top on to show off your new necklace. The smile was definitely the cutest ever. He immediately needed to show Bucky.

"Yeah. She's... She's just perfect, pal. But I'm more interested in the first text." - Bucky winked. Steve couldn't be mad at him. Bucky always had a thing for girls which radiated that bad girl energy, those nasty ones who could kick his ass. And Deena, as you called her, was surely that type who could show men that she is completely on her own.

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The next day Deena yelled and ran to you just when tried to open the door to your office with a serious load of muffins.

“You won't believe anything im going to tell you, girl. Shut up and listen!” - She yelled all over the building and caught both your shoulders in an eager grip.

“Okay. Stop yelling. I'm listening.” - You laughed to her face, and she rolled her eyes.

“A man from that evening texted me this morning. Like... If I wanna hang out today.” - Deena whispered. Yeah. Steve informed you that James, his friend, is going to contact Deena. You just didn't expect it so soon. You had the thing going on for a few months and yet you havent seen him. But James asked Deena out instantly. Just like that.

You were the jealous one at the moment. Yet you got a smile out of your lips which made you appear happy.

“That's awesome. Is he handsome?” - You asked curiously and entered the building with her by your side. You tried to be happy for James hitting his chances off immediately, yet you felt like Steve could it as well. Was it a problem in you, in him, in the universe, or where the fuck it was?

“As fuck. Man, if he lets me be my own woman and if he won't do the top between us just because he’s a man, I think I'm gonna see him again.” - Deena told you with a totally wicked smile and you opened your mouth.

“That sounds like you’ve started with wedding plans. Can I be the grand-mother of your first child?” - You joked around and Deena stopped you with a gentle touch on your shoulder.

“Hey. I know what's this about. You're angry that James is initiative and Steve is just surrounded with mysteries. But... You know... James can be a jackass and I can tell you hes a complete dick tomorrow. But you and Steve have invested a few months of your life into that relationship you two have. You know each other. You call each other every day. I don't know James at all.” - She said in all seriousness. That's why she was your friend. She knew what was wrong without you even wanted her to. You hugged her tightly because she raised confidence inside of you.

“If James would act like a dick, I will say Steve to beat him the fuck up.” - You promised solemnly with your hand on your heart and entered the office.

And so Deena and James started dating. And yet you felt like you and Steve were the first ones even if you haven’t seen each other.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #sam wilson #the falcon #mcu #captain america

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K-Drama's

Hwarang:

All:

Hwarang x reader (no pairing)

Hwarang x foreigner!reader

Hansung:

Hansung image

Soo-Ho:

Soo-ho as parent

Love struck (Soo-Ho)

3 Dates (Su-Ho x reader)

Banryu:

Opposites (Banryu)

Banryu x reader

Yeo-Wool:

Please trust me (Yeo-Wool x fem!reader)

Just perfect (Yeo-Wool x gn!reader)

Reactions:

Okta lover (Hwarang boys x fem!reader)

Kill Me, Heal Me:

Oh Ri-On:

Oh Ri-On x Reader

Tale of the Nine-Tailed:

Lee Rang:

Reunited (Lee Rang)

Mine (Lee Rang x reader) Part 1; Part 2

Eternity (Lee Rang x reader)

Lee Yeon:

Lee Yeon image (requested)

Stargazing (Lee Yeon x fem!reader)

Vincenzo:

Vincenzo Cassano:

We need to "talk" (Vincenzo Cassano x reader)

Jang Han-Seo:

Pretty Boy (Jang Han-Seo x reader)

Jang Han-Seok/Jang Jun-Woo:

Most Precious (Jang Han-Seok/Jang Jun-Woo x reader)

Almost Drowned (Jang Han-Seok x reader)

Attack (Jang Han-Seok/Jang Jun-Woo x fem!reader): Part 1; Part 2

Interruption (Jang Han-Seok/Jun-Woo x reader)

Chang in attitude (Jang Han-Seo/Jun-Woo x reader)

Reactions:

Confessions & Relationships (Vincenzo Cassano, Jang Han-Seo & Jang Han-Seok)

Goblin:

All:

Goblin image

Wang Yeo:

Magic Door (Wang Yeo x reader)

Kim Shin:

Ears and Tail (Kim Shin x reader)

The Sound of Magic

Ri-eul:

Sparks (Ri-eul x reader)

Big Mouth:

Park Chang-ho:

Truth (Park Chang-ho x fem!reader)

Hotel Del Luna:

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#masterlist #kdrama masterlist #kdramas #hwarang #kill me heal me #tale of the nine tailed #vincenzo #goblin #big mouth #the sound of magic #the uncanny counter #hotel del luna

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nitaescence · 6 years

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BTS | Scenario #17

| Your child is happy to see his/her father / he watches you breastfeed your child |

Pairing : Husband&Father!BTS x Wife&Mother!Reader

Genre : Fluff

Word Count : 200 for each

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Kim Seokjin

Lazily lying on the biggest couch of the living-room, you’re immersed in the reading of your book. Your eight-month-old baby girl is quietly playing with her soft toys on the mattress at your feet as cartoons are playing in the background. Her babbling often urges you to look down to her and meet her lovely big brown eyes and toothless smile.

A while later, the sudden sound of keys turning in the lock grabs her attention and her gaze locks towards where she's heard the noise. The door eventually opens and Seokjin appears entering and closing the door behind him. Out of the corner of your eyes, you can see your little girl giving up on her toys to start crawling without a sound and as quickly as her unsteady limbs allows her towards her father. She babbles some words to him and your husband grins at her sight. He crouches down to take her in his arms. The lovely sight makes you smile as well and you lay down your book open to join them. Curling your arms around Seokjin, you kiss his lips longly.

He smothers Jinae's cheeks with sweet kisses, “I missed you so much my princesses.”

Min Yoongi

Little Dae Won is sleeping peacefully is his father's arms who seems quite composed yet slightly scared to do something wrong as he makes sure to hold his son the best way he's learn to do. Your baby boy has been sleeping for some time now and slowly begins to stir in his sleep. He suddenly bursts into tears and a frown scrunches his features as he wiggles his little limbs.

Yoongi remains calm but you can still hear the panic in his voice when he calls your name. You come out of the bathroom after having washed your hands thoroughly and stride to join your husband on your bed. You carefully take your baby son who's still crying and gently lie him in your arms. You ask Yoongi for his help. His long and cold fingers nimbly undo your nursing bra, brushing your warm skin in the motion. You gently position your nipple in front of your baby's mouth which opens and latches on it as soon as he's felt it nudging him. Yoongi stays close and watches you feed your son with dreamy eyes, peppering his tiny feet with sweet kisses.

“Look at him. He's so cute.”

Jung Hoseok

When Hoseok finally comes back home, it's late in the afternoon. The apartment is silent and he thus thinks that you went out. He gets rid of his shoes, coat and bags nearby the entrance door before walking further inside. He goes to glance in the living-room but no one's there, then walks across your room.

It's dark inside but the more he pushes the door open, the clearer it becomes and he notices you asleep on the bed. Then, two curious eyes peeking over your figure and Hoseok's face lightens. He coos at Raeyeon, your baby girl, and a beautiful and large smile curves her lips. She stretches her arms in the air but he encourages her to come to him first. She struggles to climb over you, still dazed from her nap, and promptly crawls to her father. Your husband reacts immediately and gets close to her before she reaches the edge of the bed. He takes her in his arms and covers her fluffy cheeks with several kisses as he pats her bed hair. Her laughs breaks the silence and Hoseok's eyes shift to you when you move in your sleep.

“Let's go out. Mommy's tired.”

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon can't get his eyes off his son. He never gets tired watching him and never will be. Seungmin seems so tiny and fragile compared to him, his tiny fingers barely able to curl around his. Lying on his front, your husband lets himself get lost in his staring of the little human being, caged in between his arms, while his soft and long fingers ever so slightly brush his delicate head and baby hair.

Namjoon dips down to soflty kiss Seungmin on his forehead and your baby boy soon begins squirming as his whail softly builds up. The man leans back, distraught, and tries to understand the reason of his son's crying. Coming out of the kitchen, you reassure him, explaining that he must be hungry. Namjoon's mouth parts in an 'o' and he carefully takes Seungmin in his hands, the two of them large enough to cover his entire height, while you sit beside him and prepares to breastfeed your son. You gently take him in your embrace as your husband scoots closer. He kisses your naked shoulder, his eyes glued to Seungmin's now serene face.

“ Eat well, Seungmin-ie so you'll easily break things just like me.”

Park Jimin

You thought your house would be quieter now that Changmin, your eldest son goes to kindergarten. Certainly not. His younger sister, Jay is as energetic as her brother and put you through the wringer. If she isn't picky about her food, then she won't feel like napping or the reverse.

You're ready to change her diaper, after getting all the essential. You pick her up from the indoor baby park and position her on the blanket you've laid on top of the mattress between your legs. You've just had the time to take off her used diaper that she's turned over and crawled away from you. You call Jay back and when she doesn't respond, you go after her on all fours which only excites her even more. You bite your lip to prevent yourself from smiling when she squeals at you and try to sound stern — to no avail. Jimin eventually comes home and Jay is more than delighted, seeing her father as a way to get further away from you. She quickly crawls to him and your husband laughs, caught unawares, as he picks her up in his arms.

“You like being naked and wild, hm?”

Kim Taehyung

You go to sit at your vanity to start your nighttime care routine before getting to bed. You're gently combing your hair while your husband coos at your baby boy behind you, your eyes glancing at their reflection from time to time and settling a subtle smile on your face.

You can hear Taesook softly whining, probably frustrated not to have been fed yet and you call his name, trying to sooth him. You look back when Taehyung wants to get your attention; and you can't decide wether you find it funny or too cruel — He's fooling Taesook, holding him in the air to let you see his tiny mouth sucking on his chin. You walk to them and climb on the bed. Taehyung motions you to get between his legs since he likes cuddling you while you feed your son. He gets comfortable against the headboard and you against him. You lift your top and lowers your maternity bra before taking your little boy in your arms. You help him reach to your puffy nipple. Taehyung watches over your shoulder, pulling down your bra every now and then to make sure it doesn't hinder your son.

“He's perfect.”

Jeon Jungkook

You're busy finishing cooking dinner before your husband gets home and at the same time looking after your ten-month-old son who's quietly playing in the living-room. Your open-plan kitchen allows you to keep a close eye on Joo Won.

Your baby boy is fascinated by his newly purchased toy from which catching melodies go off. You can't help but smile while watching him bouncing on his bum whenever sounds come out, then still, and resume dancing after he's pressed the colorful button again. You're setting the table when you hear the entrance door opening. Jungkook walks in, a large grin on his face as he watches your son having a good time on his own, without a care in the world. Your husband walks to you and kisses you lovingly. Laughing to yourselves, you gaze at Joo Won who still hasn't noticed anything. It's only when you call his name that your baby boy glances back and almost trip on his own when he sees his father. He's fast in his crawling towards him, his pacifier dropping from his mouth when a squeal escapes his mouth as Jungkook kneels down to hug him.

“Are you happy to see daddy?”

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missasiangurlblog · 6 years

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What you mean to me Ch.2: Surprise.

Taehyung x Reader x Changkyun

Word Count: 1,968

Part 1

“Let go of her hand…rookie.” Taehyung says in a calm yet stern voice. Changkyun looks straight at him , “No.” You look at both of them and yank your arms to get out of both of their grips. “BOTH OF YOU LET ME GO! Please, I do not want any trouble. Taehyung-ssi if you need to talk to me privately then we can talk somewhere quieter.” Taehyung smirks like he had won the intense staring contest between the two. You grab Taehyung’s wrist and drag him out of the room into a corner of the hallway.

He shoves you against the wall, “What the hell Y/N.” He comes closer to you and leans in only inches away from your face, staring at you with his big brown doe eyes, but you try to avoid his stare. “What. I made a new guy friend. And you act like that’s a bad thing.” He scoffs and pushes his hair back without thinking about how long it took the hairstylist to style and spray his hair down. “No it’s not a bad thing. It’s just- It’s just- like- really Y/N, why did you have to go and do that to me.” You scoff right back at him, “I didn’t do anything to you Tae. You’re acting like a child right now. It seems like you want me to only have you and the Bangtan members as my only male friends. You act as if this silent treatment you gave me was nothing. Why do you want to talk to me now, after 3 months of me trying to talk to you?” You couldn’t read his expression but you knew he was thinking about what you had asked. His stare softens, “Y/N I-” he touches your cheek with his warm fingers and leans in closer to the point where our noses are almost touching, “Y/N, we both know why I gave you the silent treatment. We just don’t want to say it out loud."

You glance at his lips and then back at his eyes. “I know.” Before you realized it, your body was starting to relax to his touch. “But why couldn’t you tell me? You and I could have made it work Tae.” He sighs and looks down with disappointment in his voice, “I know. I’m so sorry.” It seemed like the silence between you and him was forever. He stared at you waiting for you to respond back to his apology but you didn’t. “I want to say it’s okay and that I want us to go back to how we were but.....I don’t know if we can.” Although you were saying those words, your heart thought differently. It was obvious that after those few months of not talking to each other, you both still had feelings for one another but could never confess your feelings. You both knew the consequences of what would happen when the public found out you both were dating and how much backlash you, Tae and both groups would get.

Your mind thought back to the night where you both were binge watching movies and eating a bunch of food at your apartment. You got up really quickly to grab napkins because of the spill you caused when you were trying to hand Taehyung the cola you opened. As you got up, you slipped on the blanket you both shared and fell into Taehyung’s lap. You opened your eyes to see Tae looking intensely into your eyes. The voices from the movies began to become muffled noise as you stared into his eyes. Your heart was beating so fast as if it was waiting for what would happen next. He leans in to the point where you could smell his aftershave, this was the moment that you waited for a long time. You closed your eyes and waited. However, he never made the move. You opened you eyes again to feel him gently moving your body to the side. “I gotta go Y/N. I’ll text you later.” He gets up and quickly puts on his shoes and leaves. “Okay.” You stare at the door, wondering what you did wrong. But that was when you knew, that it could never be the same between you two. For the first month of him ignoring you, you thought that you had done something wrong, you tried calling him, texting him and even confronting him but no matter what you did to try and talk to him, he didn’t want to talk to you. Eventually the second month of not talking to each other made you feel like everything was your fault and that nobody could understand the pain you felt of having your best friend and your first love stop talking to you. Eventually you got over him and how he had stopped talking to you because of the success and recognition your team was getting. You would still see the Bangtan boys every now and then but you would just greet them and continue walking without looking at Tae, you had felt that you were finally able to move on. Until today’s incident, you couldn’t deny the fact that you still had feelings for him and with him talking to you again and feeling his touch again, made you want to continue on where you both had left off.

You opened your mouth to say something but your manager breaks you two up. "TAEHYUNG! Get off Y/N! She’s performing in FIVE! We have to go NOW!” Taehyung moves back and holds your hand. “I’ll wait for you Y/N. I want to talk to you some more after tonight’s award show.” You glance back at him with a blank expression while he looks at you with eyes full of love, it was the same look he gave you before he had left you in your apartment; alone. You rush back to the dressing room to see your members are all huddled up. You looked around the room to see that it was just you and your members in the room now. Monsta X was already in their seats, ready to watch your group’s performance along with BTS.You were in the huddle and listen to what the leader, Hana, has to say. “Alright bring it in, 1,2,3!” We all throw up our right arm in the air and yell out in unison, “ETERNITY!” We all walk out of our dressing room and walk to the platform that we will be standing on as it lifts us up onto the stage. My heart was beating as fast as a jaguar running after its prey. I needed to focus on the performance yet my mind was still thinking of Taehyung. I slap myself gently and say to myself, 'FOCUS! Do this for your fans.’ The music began as you and your members were being lifted up to the cheering of many fans.

**After the performance**

You and your members rushed back to the dressing room to change into our dresses while watching other groups perform, your stylists were rushing to dab the sweat off your faces while fanning all of you to make sure you were all cooling down. After being fully dressed, you all walked up the stairs to see other idols sitting down while talking to their group members during intermission. BTS and Monsta X had seats in between them. A backstage crew member leads you and your members to the seats in between them.

You see Changkyun and smile at him. He smiles back at you and waves for you to walk towards him. You come closer and he whispers in your ear, “Your group’s performance was amazing.” You chuckle and thank him. As you were walking to your seat next to Jimin, you see Tae staring at you with a blank expression. You knew that he saw you and Changkyun talking, but was he really becoming jealous that you were starting to become friends with him? As you sit down Jimin begins whispering in my ear, “You know, I’m pretty sure Monsta X’s fans are going to be talking crap about you after seeing you guys whisper like that. Are you trying to start fan-wars or something Y/N?” You laugh out loud and shake your head, “I was thinking about that too when he was talking to me. But that’s what I am thinking about right now as I am talking to you Jimin oppa.” He covers his laugh with his hand and changes the topic, “Y/N, what’s up with Taehyung. After he came back from talking to you, he just became crankier. When I asked him what had happened, he wouldn’t tell me what was going on but he muttered something about love and then he mumbled something else after that.” You pretend like you don’t know anything, “I don’t know, he just told me that he wanted to go and eat out with me after MAMA.” Jimin nods his head suspiciously, not being satisfied with your answer, but he drops the topic. He catches up with you by telling you about his undying love for his new bed be bought a couple of days ago. You laugh and continue chatting with him about how everyone has a very intimate relationship with their beds, he wasn’t the only one. You both had a small debate about how not everyone likes to sleep in their beds. That’s the thing you liked about Jimin, you could literally talk about anything with him and he wouldn’t question why you wanted to talk about such a random topic.

As we were getting more into your bed or sleeping on the floor debate, the MAMA MCs began walking to the microphone. Before the first performance, there was a video that was being shown on the big screens, as all the people in the stadium were watching the video, Taehyung gets up and stands in front of Jimin. “Move, I want to sit next to Y/N.” Jimin doesn’t hesitate to move. He stands up and sits between RM and Suga. Taehyung sits down and leans over to you. “You looked really amazing on stage. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you, even now I can’t look away. You are so…beautiful.” Your breath got stuck in your throat as he said that, damn Kim Taehyung. . .always knew how to take my breath away. I glance at him and saw that he was looking at me again with that look. We heard Twice’s music intro beginning and both looked at the stage to see Twice perform. After they were done performing Likey, we all clapped for the performance. The people in the stadium began to scream again as Lee Min Ho came onto the stage with Park Shin Hye. After listing the nominees for Artist of the year 2018, they were ready to announce who it goes to as the camera and the spotlight is on them. “And MAMA’s 2018 Artist of the year award goes to……ETERNITY!” I saw our group’s picture on the big screens and couldn’t believe that we received the award…. Again. Your members faces were on the big screen while you were still sitting down in shock as your members got up and bursts into tears while hugging each other. Taehyung took your hand and helped you stand up. He looked at you while you were still in shock, you couldn’t even hear your members calling your name. You didn’t know whether to cry or to jump for joy. You looked at Tae since he was still holding on to you. You blinked for a second but suddenly felt a warm pair of lips on your lips. That’s right Kim Taehyung kissed you at MAMA.

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mxn-yoongi · 7 years

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A Good Day to Save Lives pt.7

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Genre: IDK anymore

Word Count: 3,306

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You felt hollow. Like a shell of the person you were yesterday. The silence around you was almost deafening as you sat in the empty on-call room with nothing to distract you from the harsh realities of being a doctor. That boy had died right under your hands that so desperately tried to keep him alive. He was a normal six year old when he woke up. Now he was gone. Your hands grip onto the soft blanket under you hoping for a sense of comfort but instead all you can think about is how Min-ho’s lifeless body was probably hidden under a similar one in a different part of the hospital.The sound of the door opening frightens you a bit. You pray it isn’t Hoseok coming in to scold and degrade you as a doctor again. He had really crossed a line with you earlier and you couldn’t find it in yourself to forgive him without a proper apology.

Park Jimin walks into the room with a somber expression on his face. You shut your eyes because you half expect him to do the same as Hoseok but instead you feel the bed dip and the warmth radiating off of his body from the closeness. There are no words exchanged between the two of you as you sit there mourning the loss of a life that both of you tried equally as hard to save. You don’t know what’s going through Jimin’s head right now but if it’s anything close to your own thoughts he would be in need of some comfort as well.

You don’t know what possesses you to rest your head on his shoulder but that’s all it takes before you begin sobbing again. You allow yourself to completely break down in the arms of the same man that has been nothing but rude to you in all of your time here. Great. You’re just giving him another reason to judge you and question your abilities. Good going.

“I promised him he would be fine.” A confused look settles itself on your face as Jimin utters those words quietly. What the heck is he talking about. “I told Min-ho that he was going to live.” His voice noticeably cracks at the end of his sentence.

“He was awake in the ambulance and I just wanted to calm him down. He was breathing too fast and I didn’t know what else to do he was screaming in pain. I tried to reassure him. I was talking to him. I told him everything was okay. He calmed down a little bit and asked me if he was going to live. I said yes, Y/N. I lied to him. The last thing he heard was a lie. The last person he saw was a complete stranger. I should have just tried to comfort him instead of lying to him.” Your tears have stopped now but after Jimin’s confession you almost feel like crying again.

“It’s not your fault. You can only do so much in the back of an ambulance, Jimin.” You get up off the bed and stand in front of Jimin. He looks maybe a little worse off than you if that’s even possible. His hair is standing in every direction like he’s been pulling on it in frustration. He’s staring down at the ground and you can’t help but pull him in close to you. Kind of like how a mother would hold her child close to her chest after a nightmare. Jimin is a little caught off guard being held in such a loving way from you but he’s not complaining. He wraps his own arms around your waist and spreads his legs a little to bring you in closer to him. Having you so close is comforting to him. It’s now your turn to be caught off guard.

Despite how cold he acted around you Jimin has been been dreaming about getting this close to you since the day he met you. He remembered it like it was yesterday, you were on Dr. Min’s service and the first time Jimin had laid his eyes on you he was covered in blood and trying to prevent this guy from dying on a gurney. You looked almost angelic when he saw you you were panting a little from the running you had just done. Your hair was blown back a bit and you were so eager to get into the medicine part of being a doctor you were almost bouncing up and down and that’s when Jimin fell for you. HARD. He look at the identification tag hanging around your neck before you ran off. L/N Y/N. A real life angel.

Jimin was so eager to tell the whole world about the angel he had seen. It was all he could talk about to Mark as they rode around in the ambulance. The quiet man didn’t mind listening to his partner drone on because ever since he had ended it with his long term girlfriend Jimin had never been this excited or happy about going to work.

Things changed drastically for Jimin at the end of the week. He had arranged a small get together at his own home with a couple of his friends from work: Dr. Kim, Dr. Min, Dr.Jung, Dr. Wang, Dr. Im and of course Mark. He had been trying to bring up the newest group of interns all night long as the group of 6 conversed, ate and drank. It was a little tough jumping in on a conversation when all the others are talking about are their complicated surgeries and hospital horror stories because he couldn’t really relate.

“What do you guys think about the newest interns?” Jimin perks up when Dr. Wang asks the other guys about what he’s been trying to get to all night. Each doctor has their own opinion about each intern and they have no trouble sharing with each other.

“I think Jeon is definitely going to end up in trauma. He’s quick on his feet and he reminds me a lot of myself when I first started. Eager and living with a girl. Too bad things change.” Dr. Im sighs and laughter erupts from the other guys in the group as they all agree with him.

“Wait, Jeon has a girlfriend? He told me he had two roommates though. That must be awkward for the the other guy.” Dr. Wang sounds a bit surprised before Dr. Min butts in on the conversation as he puts his drink down on the coffee table.

“Jeon lives with Kim and L/N. Kim Taehyung not Kim Yugyeom. Damn it we need to really get the whole Kim situation figured out.” Jimin’s smile falters as he hears the news that you and Jeon are dating because you were his angel? Now what is he supposed to do. “I went to college with them and they dated their first year. Then some lies were thrown around and L/N ended up with Taehyung. I think she’s single now though.” Jimin’s smile returns and just as he’s about to speak up Dr. Jung interrupts him accidentally.

“That’s a huge relief. I thought L/N was taken. God, she’s so beautiful. Yoongi you have to put in a good word for me. I’m total boyfriend material, husband even.” Dr. Min gives him a thumbs up before taking a bite out of his slice of pizza.

There go all of Jimin’s hopes and dreams. The whole future he had dreamt up with you. Your two kids. Your pet cat named whiskers. The family home you would buy with a nice backyard and a garden in the front where he would grow your favorite flowers. Gone. Hoseok is his best friend. Everyone in the room knows that Hoseok has had zero luck in his relationships. His one and only ever girlfriend left him for another man and ever since then he hasn’t let a woman into his life in fear of having it happen all over again. Now here he is vying for the heart of the same woman as Jimin. A tragedy. As much as Jimin wanted to make you his he knew he couldn’t do that to Hoseok.

He threw on his best smile to encourage Hoseok but for the rest of the night he couldn’t bring himself to have as much fun as he thought he would be having. At the end of the night most of the guys had left Jimin’s home and only Hoseok remained. Hoseok was talking animatedly about you while Jimin tried his hardest to seem supportive of his best friend but it was becoming too much for him.

“And on her first day on my service she soothed a particularly fussy patient and handled the panicked mother so well I thinks that’s when I fell in love.” Jimin clears his throat and nods his head even though he wasn’t really listening. He bites the inside of his cheek before speaking up.

“I don’t know Hoseok. I don’t see all the fuss about her. How do you know she won’t turn out to be another Nayoung? You remember what happened with her.” Ouch. Jimin really just brought up one of Hoseok’s worst moments because of his own selfishness.

“No. I don’t think she’s like that. “ The way Hoseok was smiling while talking about you aggravated Jimin. If Jimin even tried to make a move on you he would be labelled the bad guy. The guy that ruined his bestfriend’s chance at a happier life. All because Hoseok had voiced his opinion about you a second sooner than he could.

“You probably didn’t think Nayoung was like that either…” It slipped from his mouth. Jimin wanted to stop himself but he couldn’t. He was too mad about the whole situation and he let it get the best of him.

“What is your problem Jimin?”

“You are Hoseok! You had to go and open your big mouth about liking Y/N didn’t you? Why did it have to be her?”

“Is that what this is about? An intern? I can’t believe you. I’m confiding in you because I’ve finally gotten to a good point in my life where I’ve learned to love myself and I’m ready to accept someone else in my life and you remind me of the reason I began hating myself in the first place? What kind of a best friend are you? Being so petty over a girl of all things.” Hoseok scoffs and throws on his coat before heading for the door, “I hope you’re happy with yourself Jimin.”

That was the last straw. Jimin had messed up to the point where he could have possibly ruined his relationship with his best friend…over a girl. This was it. This was the moment Park Jimin had decided that in order to get over this crush, to spare Hoseok any heartache, he would have to put up a front to hide his feelings. Jimin would have to get you to stay as far away from him as possible. He would do whatever if it meant getting his best friend back.

Jimin had done a good job at it. Such a good job that you always seemed to keep your distance from him whenever he did show up at the hospital. You were genuinely convinced that Jimin hated you. As much as it killed Jimin to have to make rude remarks and send intimidating glares your way he reminded himself day in and day out that he was doing it for Hoseok. It took Hoseok about a month to fully forgive Jimin but they were back in a good place and Jimin didn’t want to be the one to ruin that. Jimin had managed to convince Hoseok that he didn’t harbor feelings for you anymore that it was simply a short lived crush because you were a new face around. Things were just fine.

But yesterday when Jimin saw the condition you were in he nearly gave himself away then and there. He played it off as watching out for his friend though. When he was patching you up in the supply room he let himself get too deep into his feelings and he felt as though he crossed a line.

It took the tragic death of a young boy for Jimin to finally let his true feelings for you take over. He doesn’t care that Hoseok has a thing for you. Jimin has come to the conclusion that even his best friend isn’t good enough for you. Hoseok left you to deal with the aftermath of your first loss by yourself. Hoseok left you in your time of need. Jimin remembered how crushed Hoseok was after he had lost his first patient. It got to the point where Hoseok considered leaving this line of work altogether. Hoseok of all people should know how devastating something like this is and how important it is to have someone there to talk one out of making rash decisions. In Jimin’s eyes Hoseok had abandoned you which meant it was his time to try to win you over.

Jimin’s still holding you close and you can’t bring yourself to push him away despite the way he’s treated you because right now both of you are likely feeling the same guilt and what you both need is a little comfort. You tell yourself that this is okay. That Jimin will get over this and tell you not to tell anyone this happened.

“You’re a good doctor, Y/N” Jimin’s words catch you off guard, he’s never been nice to you let alone complimented you on anything. “Hoseok was out of line. He...he doesn’t deserve you.”

“Jimin, what are you talking about?”

“I heard what he said to you. He took his anger out on you. That’s how Hoseok deals with losses. But if you get with him you’ll always be the one he attacks with his words. That’s how he copes.”

“Hoseok and I...we aren’t close in that way...I don’t think he sees me as anything more than a colleague.” Jimin stands up catching you a little off guard because now you’re face to face. You’ve never been up close and personal with Jimin but now that you were a mere inches apart you’re a bit stunned by his beauty. Somewhere within you, you long to be able to stay this close to him for a little longer. You’ve thought about what it would be like to be with Jimin but then again you’d done it with all the guys you see on a near daily basis. Usually it was Hoseok that really stuck with you and you could definitely imagine yourself being with him. But there was always the possibility of being with Jimin lingering in the back of your head. Maybe if you could manage to knock down the barrier he had built between the two of you it could be a decent relationship. You had to admit he was quite handsome. But it was a different handsome than Hoseok. Hoseok is ruggedly handsome, like someone you could cling to when walking in a shady part of town but still feel safe and protected. Jimin was more of a pretty boy handsome not to mention the fact that even though he’s short compared to your other male colleagues he’s pretty much the perfect height for you.

“Tell me, Y/N.” Jimin brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he backs you up against the wall. “Will you give me a chance?” You swallow hard as he locks eyes with you. You don’t respond verbally but he searches for an answer in your eyes, in the way your body barely responds to having him so close to you. Jimin couldn’t believe it, after what Hoseok had said to you, after he berated and abandoned you, you still wanted him. He laughs sarcastically before stepping backwards away from you.

“Well that's just great...Just my fucking luck. How could you still have feelings for him after what he did to you?” Jimin rakes his hands through his hair as you stand there watching him pace back and forth. “I can’t believe this. I’ve given up on my longest friendship for you! I’ve basically given the other guys around here a free pass to turn on me! Yet here you are. Standing there. Probably wishing for Hoseok to walk in here and sweep you off your feet. What’s so special about him anyways? What does he have that I don’t? Tell me.” He’s not really yelling but the way he raises his voice makes you flinch a little because Jimin has barely spoken a sentence or two to you since you started working here and suddenly he’s almost screaming at you in an on-call room. You’ve had enough of this.

You ball your hands into fists as you walk right towards Jimin. He’s definitely not expecting you to shove him as hard as you do so he stumbles back a bit into the wall. “In the span of 48 hours I’ve experienced an earthquake and suffered several minor cuts that still sting, passed out, watched a child die right under my hands, have been yelled at by a doctor I not only looked up to but also liked and now here you are Park Jimin, blaming me for something you did all by yourself.” You press your finger into his chest after every point each time poking him a bit harder. He winces each time you press your finger into his chest and he finally stops you by grabbing onto both of your wrists. In your frustrated state you inch closer to him as you continue speaking.

“It was all you. You’re the one who just assumed I was so invested in Hoseok that you had no chance. You’re the one that built the barrier between us. The first time you talked to me you told me your grandmother could do better stitches than me despite being blind. Who the fuck told you to be a dick because I wasn’t into you? You assumed i had no interest in you. Newsflash, I CAN LIKE AS MANY MEN AS I WANT.” You don’t realize how close you’ve really gotten until you can feel his warm breath hitting your face. His eyes are wide and you’re so heated that if this were a cartoon there would be steam coming out of your ears.

“This is all your fault.” You say quietly before pressing your lips against Jimin’s in what can only be described as the single most emotion driven kiss you have ever given someone. It’s anything but soft and gentle as you pull your arms loose from Jimin’s grip and wrap them around his neck. His lips are warm and taste of mint and you simply can’t get enough of them. He’s faring no better as he repeatedly pulls away slightly only to be completely entranced by the way your soft lips mesh together so well with his and he needs to feel it just a bit longer. He savours every small nip at his bottom lip and he raises one hand to cup your face while the other rests on the small of your back. By the time you pull away your lungs are screaming for oxygen and the only sounds in the room are you and Jimin panting. He eyes your kiss-swollen lips with a satisfied grin on his face.

“Now will you give me a chance?” The hopeful look in Jimin’s eyes make the next word out of your mouth a little harder to say but if you don’t do it, who will?

“No.”

A/N: I know I said I put this on hold but I really wanted to get pt.7 out of my drafts. I’ll admit this isn’t my best but it’ll all come together soon because STUFF IS GOING TO GO DOWN after the next 4-5 chapters. Now that pt.7 is out of the way I’m going to focus on getting all the other things in my drafts done before I start pt.8 PLEASE LOOK FORWARD TO IT.

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French Inhale

Okay. Disclaimer: This is my first ever Black Panther Fan fiction. I was inspired by all the amazing fics I’ve come across the past couple of weeks. I hope you guys like it and please please please give me some feedback. It would be really appreciated. This is probably a one shot, but I have a few ideas brewing on how to expand. Either way, I hope you guys enjoy.

Words: 4,032...yeah I know, kind of long. Erik’s dialogue is in bold and our reader is in bold italics. I hope that helps to differentiate between the two.

Black, Plus-size Reader X Erik Stevens have a smoke session turned smut session. A little bit of choking, a lot of smuttiness (IMO). Sort of inspired by the song, “French Inhale” by Snoop Dogg, Wiz Khalifa, & Mike Posner

You almost didn’t reply to him. You were still pissed. And, he hadn’t bothered to reach out to you in weeks when he’s the one that got caught. But, you also never turn down free weed, especially any of the high grade you knew he was offering. So, when Erik texted you, ‘Hotbox?’, you accepted and waited outside for him to come scoop you. You didn’t dare wait for him to come to the door, if he came inside, you two would never leave. You sat on your porch swing and tried to sort through your feelings before he arrived.

You couldn’t decide if you hated or missed him. He was a violent, selfish, arrogant liar who liked to tell you he cared and then do the exact opposite. But, he was also cute. Damn that. Erik was the finest man to ever show interest in you. He was everything you had ever wanted at least in the looks department. Erik oozed confidence with his gold fangs and immaculate locs. His fashion sense was unparalleled—effortlessly couture with hip hop sensibility. The dimples and the glasses and the way he licked his lips was everything to you. He always made fun of how shy you were when the two of you first met, but you couldn’t help yourself.

As far as you were concerned, he was out of your league. It’s not like you were ugly, far from it. Curves in all the best places, natural curls, full lips and gorgeous brown skin, you knew you were attractive. But, a little Instagram stalking clued you in on his usual type. Models, video vixens, he even had a fling with Bria Myles. How could you compete? You didn’t ask, but you were sure you were the heaviest girl he had ever been with. Perhaps, that assumption bothered you more than it bothered him?

It didn’t help that you caught him with that high yellow heifer, her skinny chicken legs a dead giveaway that her ass had been paid for. He was leaning against the bar, drink in hand with that devilish grin as Big Bird stood with her back to you and whispered something sinful in his ear, holding onto his waist from underneath his leather jacket. He seemed really into whatever she was selling, basking in the attention, until your eyes met his. You knew he could feel your disgust from across the room, as he pushed her away and started to walk towards you, the look of defeat on her face giving you a small swell of pride but it didn’t change the fact that he was walking around acting like you weren’t in the same club as him, as if he didn’t drag you out of the house. You didn’t leave the comfort of your home to watch him flirt with other bitches like you didn’t even exist. You didn’t give him a chance to explain himself, you were already headed to the exit before he could reach you.

He called a few times that night, sent a few apologetic text messages. Even offered to eat you out. Didn’t help. He knew you had some trust issues and promised to act accordingly, couldn’t even handle that. So, you put him on the back burner. You were cool and indifferent, responding with one-word text messages if you bothered to reply at all. That lasted for about a week before Erik stopped trying altogether. You chalked it up to the game and tried to act like you didn’t miss his company. And, even though you did, you were so used to hot relationships like this one fizzling out way before you were ready. You knew how to cope and threw yourself back into your art. You churned out piece after piece, commission after commission choosing to make that money instead of wallowing in self-pity. You were sketching with those brand-new charcoal pencils you’d splurged on when he texted you for the first time in almost three weeks. You thought about getting dressed up, reminding him what he had been missing, but decided against it. Fuck him. He didn’t deserve the time and effort it would take. He was about to get sweat pants, hair tied and no make-up and was going to like it. It wasn’t until you finally saw him pull up that you thought maybe you should’ve done more. Why did he always have to look so damn good? This wasn’t a fashion show, this was a smoke session.

“You got A$AP Rocky dressing you or something now, nigga?”, You hollered at him as he stepped out of his Aston Martin

“We can’t all be as bummy as you are, chump.”, he shot back, holding his arms open for an embrace.

You wanted to slap that shit eating grin off his face, but you appreciated a good roast. You had to admit that no one could keep up with you like Erik could. He kept it fun and you tried to keep it cute, but you weren’t above hitting below the belt if need be. Most guys were more sensitive than they liked to let on, getting offended at just the slightest joke at their expense, but not Erik. You guessed they weren’t used to girls like you. You rolled your eyes as he pulled you onto your feet and into his arms. He held you there for a lingering moment, your face buried in his chest, his arms planted firmly around your waist. You closed your eyes and took a long whiff of his sexy cologne. He always smelled so damn good and you loved that he was tall enough to rest his chin on top of your head. He made you feel small. He made you feel safe. And, then you remembered Big Bird.

“I’m still mad at your thot ass.” You pushed him away from you and headed to the car.

“I ain no thot, girl.”, He laughed, trying to look innocent.

“Could’ve fooled me, you ho.”

“You not mad enough to not smoke this tree though, right?”

“Nana ain raise no fool.” He chuckled hard at your comeback.

You two bonded early on over your similar childhoods. You both lost your parents at a young age, he grew up in foster care while you were raised by your Grandmother. It was her house that you still lived in now, bought and paid for, left to you in her will after she died a few years ago. You missed her every day but felt lucky to still have her house, that way you could keep a part-time job and have plenty of time to devote to your art.

Erik wasted no time pulling out of your driveway with a screech of the tires and heading to the 405. He wordlessly reached across you to the glove compartment and pulled out a small Louis Vuitton pouch. He tossed it in your direction and you knew exactly what to do. You unzipped the bag and found almost everything you needed to get this session started. This wasn’t the first time you and Erik smoked together. In fact, this was sort of how he courted you. You two would drive up and down L.A., smoking and laughing and connecting. At first, he tried to clown your rolling skills, but you showed him exactly who he was dealing with after that first session.

“The fuck am I supposed to roll on, nigga?”

“Man chill out with all that.”, he replied, reaching underneath his seat for what looked like a vinyl record cover.

“Really? You just had to get ‘Damn.’ on vinyl? You too good for Spotify, my nigga?”, you asked, incredulously. He kissed his teeth instead of answering your question. You laughed and got to work.

“Oh, okay, E! I see some purp, and some OG Kush, and is that what I think it is?”, you could barely contain your excitement.

“Yep. Demo called me today. Said he just got some of that LA Confidential. Just like our f—”

“Our first session! Aww, Erik! You remembered.”, you finished his sentence, pinching his cheek from the passenger seat. He just side-eyed you from his side of the car as you laughed out loud.

“You better quit, before I pull over.”

“You ain gon do shhiiiittt.”, you replied, obnoxiously sticking your tongue out.

He took one hand off the wheel to pinch an exposed thigh, hard. You could barely hold the record cover still as you dumped the weed out of the grinder and tried to squirm out of his grasp.

“EERRIKK! QUIT! Focus on the damn road, you demon.”

“I’m focused, trust me.”, he replied, veering around a tight corner.

You didn’t mean to squeal, but he hit that turn with one hand on the wheel and one hand on your thigh. You thought for sure you two were going to run right into the guard rail, but he had it under control.

“Do you have to drive like you don’t care about my life?”

“I’m not gon keep telling you to chill out. You act like this your first time in my car.”

“I would like to hit the blunt before you kill me, if you don’t mind, thank you.”, you said scooping the weed into the pineapple cigar as you watched Erik’s speedometer. He was doing a cool 95 mph, banking around turn after turn. Thank God you had a seat belt on and a steady hand. He finally came to a screeching halt, jolting you forward as you closed the blunt, glaring in his direction.

“Now, if I had dropped any of this LA Confidential, you woulda been mad.”

“Nah. There’s always more where that came from.”, he answered, nonchalantly.

You rolled your eyes at him for what had to be the 100th time since he picked you up instead of making another smart remark. He parked at your usual spot. One of those lookout points along the highway, you could see almost all of L.A. from as the sun slowly started to set. You let your seat back so that you could sit crossed legged in your seat, facing Erik with your back to the window.

You lit the blunt and took a deep drag, letting the smoke slowly leave your mouth and inhaling it back through your nose. You did this a few times, eyes closed, head laying against the car window, letting yourself sink into your high. Your eyes snapped open when you felt Erik staring at you.

“Umm, you supposed to be rolling, not staring.”, you reacted, a little more nervously than you intended. His eyes were locked onto you with so much lustful intent and a raised eyebrow.

“That was sexy as fuck. You be doing that shit on purpose.”

“What are you talking about?”, you asked, taking another drag, genuinely confused by his statement.

“The way you French inhale. I noticed it the first time we smoked together. It’s sexy.”

You kissed your teeth at him. “Anything and everything make you think of sex doesn’t it? I think you got a problem.”

“Damn, a nigga can’t give you a compliment?”

“Nope, not when you got a job to do.” He smirked at your statement. “Get your mind out the gutter, you addict.”

“Puff, puff, pass, Frenchie.” You took one more, long toke before handing it over. You watched him inhale deeply, filling his lungs with smoke. It was amazing to watch him take in so much without ever coughing up an organ. He was a pro like that, in more ways than one. He handed the blunt back to you and continued to roll up the Granddaddy Purp. You watched him expertly handle the cigar, he was the fastest roller you had ever smoked with. He didn’t leave you any time to enjoy the one you already had in your hand before yelling “Christmas!” You took the newly rolled blunt and smoked it along with the one you had rolled earlier.

“That’s right, you ain no amateur, huh?”

“You know I do this, E.” , you replied. He always seemed impressed with your aptitude for Mary Jane. You told him to stop wasting his time with them lightweights, then he wouldn’t have to be so captivated. You two went back and forth like this until the LA Confidential was gone and he started to roll the OG Kush. You were basking in the foggy smoke that had filled his car, thanking God for his dark tinted windows. You were so busy zoning out that you barely noticed the mood had changed.

“Is that ‘So Anxious’?”, you asked, instantly peeping game.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with a little Ginuwine?”, he asked trying to appear naïve. You knew exactly where this was going.

“Nope. You better call that low budget Cardi B cause I’m not with the shits, not today, Erik.” You were not gonna give in that easily. That nigga couldn’t really think that a couple blunts was a sufficient apology. He had some explaining to do before you were gonna let him get a piece of this again. His laughing pissed you off even more. Why couldn’t he ever take you seriously?

“Not Cardi B. C’mon baby, I can do better than that.” Was this nigga serious?

“Apparently not. That bird was trash, but you fell right for it like all these other thirsty ass niggas.”

“So, you mad?”

“Nigga! IsweartagodImafuckyouup!” You didn’t mean to lose it, but he was acting so casual about this. Like it was funny, but you were genuinely irritated. Nothing bothered him and that infuriated you. He continued to snicker at you, closing the 3rd blunt and lighting it.

You kissed your teeth, yet again, and turned your back to him, pouting out the window. “I swear, you get on my fuckin nerves.”

“You get on mine too, but I’m still nice to you.”, he said, tapping you on the shoulder to take the newly rolled blunt.

“I don’t need you to be nice to me, Erik.”

“Fine, then gimme my blunt back.”

“NAH!”, you said, hitting him with the Heisman. You didn’t mean to mush him in the face, but you did mean to laugh out loud when it happened. He practically pounced on you, attempting to get the blunt out of your grasp. Everywhere his hands went, you managed to weasel your way out of his reach. You couldn’t tell if he was still trying to take the blunt from you or just play grab ass. He would poke and pinch and tickle you, throwing you into a fit of laughter. You wanted to be annoyed, but you were having fun. He always knew how to make you forget you were mad at him, even if it was just for a second. Before you knew it, the play fighting had stopped, and he had wrapped his arms around your waist. He had his head in the crook of your neck and was trying to pull you over to him, onto his lap.

“Erik, what the hell are you doing?”

“Shhh. Just come here real quick.” You already knew where this was going.

“Do I have to put the blunt out?”

“Nah. The blunt is a part of my apology.” You didn’t notice when he’d pushed his seat all the way back, but now there was enough room for you to sit on his lap and not be scrunched up against the steering wheel.

“Get comfortable. You might be over here awhile.” You weren’t sure what he had in mind, but you tried to do as you were told.

“MmmMmm, nope. Open them legs up. I know you wore them shorts for a reason.” Your heart started to beat a little faster as he took the blunt out of your hand and re-positioned you on his lap, giving him easy access to every forbidden area of your body.

“You’ll get this back once you’re in position.”, he assured you. Your right foot landed in the middle console almost resting on the gear shift. He had your left leg draped over his knee and your head rested on his shoulder. Again, you thanked God for tinted windows, not that there was anyone else out her to see you, but Erik had your legs wide open in the front seat of his car.

“Lemme get this off you.” he said grabbing at your Raiders hoodie from behind. You let Erik strip you, grateful for the A/C blowing, it was starting to get hot in here.

“Can I have my blunt back please?”

“Your blunt?”, he laughed again. “Here you little brat.” You wanted to say something smart but was caught off guard when you felt him pull your shorts and panties to the side.

“Mmmhmm, so wet for me already.”

“Erik—”

“Shut up and smoke, girl. I’m busy.” And, with that Erik began to slowly stroke your exposed pussy, drenching his long fingers with your juices. You took a sharp breath in, willing yourself not to react. But, it was too late. Staring directly into your eyes, he could see you were into it. You started to rock your hips up and down, reveling in the sweet sensation of your mounting orgasm. He hadn’t even entered you yet.

“You gon smoke that shit, or just let it burn?”, he asked. You’d almost forgotten there was a bout a gram and a half of purp burning away, but you couldn’t focus on anything more than Erik’s thick fingers rubbing at your clit. You whimpered as you tried to take a drag of the blunt and nearly choked when he decided to sink his gold fangs into the visible skin that your bra wasn’t covering.

“Nigga?! You tryna kill me?”, you asked, trying not to gag. He only released the flesh to laugh at your reaction before placing soft kisses to the inflamed area. He might’ve broken the skin.

“Shut up and stop complainin. You know you like that rough shit.” You didn’t want to admit it, but you did. Not too many men understood the fine line between pain and pleasure like Erik. He brought you right to the edge, dangled you over it, and dropped you at the last minute, every time. Whenever he choked, spanked, or bit you a little harder than the last, pushing you further than you knew you could go. It always hurt so good, and this time was no different.

He moved from your breast, up your neck, licking and sucking at the tender skin over your jugular vein. You knew he was leaving hickies, but you didn’t care. His tongue was starting a fire in the pit of your stomach, his hands igniting that flame as he slipped two fingers inside your dripping wet pussy.

“Ohmygod, Erik— “, you arched your back, pushing against his long, thick fingers. He used his ring and middle finger to tell you ‘come hither’, non-verbally, the pressure reaching your g-spot faster than you expected.

“Oooh, gahdamn baby girl. You hear that? You hear your pussy splashing on my damn fingers? You love that shit huh?” You couldn’t even reply. The pace Erik was moving at, in and out, was so intense. It was almost cruel the way he was slamming into you, bringing you close to your climax with just his hands.

His right arm was wrapped around your waist so that he could reach your clit. He began by placing his right index finger on your lips, still fingering your wet pussy with his other hand.

“Open up.” You barely waited for his command, yearning for something of his to fill your mouth. You wrapped your hungry tongue around his finger, pretending it was his dick. You licked up and down, grazed it lightly with your teeth, let him touch the back of your throat, all while looking directly in his eyes. That index finger was a strawberry Popsicle and it was the dead of summer as far as you were concerned. And, if he wouldn’t fill your mouth with that long dick, this finger would just have to do. You both felt your pussy get wetter and wetter at your immoral display.

“Oh yeah? that’s how you feel, baby? Well go head then.”, Erik said eyebrows raised, taking his two drenched fingers out of your pussy and placing them in your mouth.

“You taste that? That sweet ass pussy?” You couldn’t believe how turned on you were from the taste of your own essence and were thankful that Erik had taken that right index finger and began massaging your clit softly. You weren’t prepared for how sad you were when those fingers left your mouth, finding their way under your bra, Erik grasping at your ample breast. He squeezed and pinched and tugged at your nipple, causing you to moan out his name.

“You let the blunt go out again.” How could he think of smoking at a time like this? You were ready to drop it in the ash tray, so you could focus on the matters at hand, but Erik commanded that you light it back up.

“If you not gon hit it, then let me. Light that shit up.” He could be so bossy, but you didn’t dare disobey fearing he would stop this lovely assault on your body. He was still vigorously rubbing your clit in a delicious circular motion when you placed the blunt at his lips and lit it. He took his left hand from under your bra and went back to attacking your pussy with both his hands, working your clit incessantly and reintroducing those two devilish fingers back into your ocean.

“Mmmhhmmm”, he signaled that he was ready to exhale, having sucked in more smoke than he needed. You snapped out of your euphoric trance to help him out just for him to sink his teeth back into your neck.

“FUUCk. What’re you—, Erik, I-I’m—” You were so close to creaming all over his fingers when he decided to add a third. You were practically laying down on his lap now, twisting and writhing from the intensity of it all.

“You gonna cum for me, baby girl?” he whispered to you, breathing against your ear, occasionally licking and biting at the lobe.

“I..I..can’t”, was all you could manage.

“Nah, I’m not even tryna hear that. I need an answer. You cummin or not?”, he demanded, picking up his pace. You couldn’t help but fuck his fingers right back, meeting him halfway. You were dripping wet, the dampness seeping through the thin cotton shorts you cursed yourself for wearing. You couldn’t help yourself anymore.

“YES! OH MY GOD! YES! ERIK PLEASE!”

“Please, what?”

“Please, make me cum. I want to…to cum, now. PLEA—” He barely let you finish before he filled your mouth with his tongue and placed the hand that had been vigorously massaging your clit around your throat, firmly yet gently cutting off your air supply. He kept pumping into you with his three thick ass fingers, hitting your g-spot, again and again, making you arch your back and squeeze your walls around his fingers. You used what little energy you had left to groan into his mouth as you felt that familiar eruption coursing through your body, curling your toes and forcing your eyes to the back of your head. You thanked God one more time that you two were alone.

“Fuck, look at my spoiled little brat. Such a good girl, cumming on my fingers like that.” He teased, sadly retreating from your pussy. “Shit, girl. Look at the mess you made.” You were dazed and out of breath but opened your eyes just in time to watch him taste you on his fingers, one by one. “You forgive me yet?”, he asked, that knowing smirk on his face. You almost said yes, but the demon inside felt otherwise.

“Hmm...I don’t know Erik. That was some pretty disrespectful shit you pulled. My feeling’s might still be a little hurt.”, you replied, batting your long eyelashes. You would’ve begged for more if he asked, but this was definitely more fun.

“Say less.”

so, dassit, for now. any comments/criticisms/suggestions are welcome.

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