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Downfall [Prologue]
Characters: Jungkook x Reader
Word Count: 1,681
Genre: Assassin AU
Warning: Violence. Lots of violence.
Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26
“Honey, go to your brother.”
The doorbell had rung just a moment ago, and your mother took one look through the viewing hole of the front door before she spun around to lift your toddler body from the couch where you were coloring away on a notepad.
“Why, mommy? What’s wrong?” you squeaked as your mother set you down onto the wooden floor, pushing you hurriedly to the rear end of the house.
You knew your older sibling, Namjoon, didn’t like to be bothered when listening to music in his room, so you were unsure of her request. The doorbell rang a second time and you could tell that it made your mother anxious with each second you didn’t listen to her command.
“Just go get your brother and stay inside your room, okay?”
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Void - Part 1 (M)
title banner by @rude–jude♡
Genre: Sci-fi with a little angst and a LOT of smut
Pairing: BTS x Reader (yup - all seven)
Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.
Word Count: 7.9k
Part 1 / ?
Warnings: explicit sexual content, masturbation, discussions of pornography, voyeurism, and excessive sexual tension
A/N: This chapter focuses on Hoseok, Yoongi, and Jimin. But trust me, all seven will get involved before this is over.
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1 | Freak
BTS X READER [COLLEGE!AU | THRILLER!AU]
WORD COUNT: 4,967
series warnings: mature themes, violence, blood and gore, murder, emotional manipulation, bullying, mental health deterioration, eventual smut and substance abuse. this chapter contains strong language.
masterlist | ask | next
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Tape I: Sunset Masquerade [m]
➛pairing: Hoseok x reader ➛genre: smut, superhero!au, superpower!au, supervillain!hoseok ➛words: 16.2k+ ➛rating: nsfw! ➛warning: smut: oral (receiving), masturbation, fingering, roughness, slight bondage (cuffs), exhibitionism- of multiple kinds, camera, dirty talk, cumplay, slight degradation, dom!hoseok, essentially pwp ➛notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOBI!! In honour of our beloved Hope, and our Queen Hixtape, whenever she drops, I present to you the first of a three part smut series; The Tapes!
You finally trap your arch nemesis, the crimson-haired villain that went by the name Tempest, only to find out that really, the one trapped… was you.
↼posted; 18.02.2018
↼masterlist || tape i • tape ii • tape iii - ½ • 2/2
SCLS: Sunset City League of Superheroes. We fight, so you don’t have to!
You couldn’t help the grimace that slipped over your face as you stood before the large, wooden doors of meeting room 233 in the SCLS building. Apparently, despite asking for your advice on a slogan and receiving it, RM had decided to ignore it and go with the slogan he wanted. Truthfully, it didn’t bother you that much, the slogan wasn’t the worst thing you’d ever seen or heard, but there was still a certain part of you that was salty your advice had been ignored after being requested. It was stupid, and pointless, to simmer over it, and you knew you were really only thinking about it to justify in a roundabout way why you’d been standing outside the meeting room for seven minutes instead of just biting the bullet and going in.
Put simply, you didn’t want to.
Every three weeks to a month, superheroes from cities across the region would meet up in a designated city and share progress, you could say. Report on how things were in their province, like the crime rate, citizen satisfaction, whether a new villain had risen up… the works. This time, it happened to be held in your very own city. Months ago, you would have been bursting eagerly into the room, pride evident in every step you took, and you’d boast the amount of criminals, and villains, you’d taken down. You were a prodigy, excellent at your job and skilled with your abilities— you were revered by many and had built a spotless reputation for yourself as one of the most reliable, and capable, superheroes of the region. Everything was perfect.
And then he showed up.
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Ahhhh!!! This fic holds so much power in my heart you would not believe!!! It's been years upon years since I read this. Since I cried at the ending. This story will take you on such an emotional rollercoaster that by the end of it you'll be left breathless.
Story Page: Underworld
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Another biggie that I loved!!! I loved the rivalry between the two group and the fact that this a prequel to underworld. This also holds a special place in my heart💕
Story Page: Emperor
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Honestly one of my favorite series ever. There's so much to unpack in each and every part and I love the various kinks that are shown throughout. Also I'm very much in love with Catherine, The Mistress. I love her backstory, her confidence as she grew. I love how much power she holds, not just for when she's with someone else, but the fact that her start wasn't easy and yet she still kept her head high and heels even higher. She's someone that I look up to in those ways.
Thank you for writing these amazing stories as well as your other ones. You've never failed to make me feel so much while reading them💕💕
Call Me Mistress Masterpost
Series Summary: A collection of stories recounting the titillating work of the domme known only as the Mistress.
Genre: Smut, Angst (some fluff in a few stories)
POV: 2nd Person (from the Mistress’ perspective)
Warning: Sub!BTS, Domme!OC, sex work, BDSM, femdom, sexual themes, profanity (additional warnings in each story)
[Read on AO3]
“Main Line” of Stories (by order of the CMM Timeline):
Prologue | OC | sex work mentions | [Read on AO3]
River (M) | Sub!Namjoon | petplay, foot fetishism, cumplay, praise kink | [Read on AO3]
The Mistress spends an evening with “River,” a young stockbroker who serves as her obedient pet.
Ramen (M) | Parts: 01 | 02 | 03 | Sub!Jungkook | spanking, public humiliation, nipple play, masturbation, teasing, edging, overstimulation, sex toys | [Read on AO3]
A long-term client hires the Mistress to help celebrate his best friend’s birthday.
Firetruck (M) | Sub!Seokjin | mommy kink, ageplay, roleplay, spanking | [Read on AO3]
The Mistress celebrates Christmas with Firetruck, a neurosurgeon who longs for a maternal touch.
Interlude (M) | OC backstory, feat. Sunggyu (INFINITE) | triggering content | [Read on AO3]
The Mistress visits a women’s health clinic and relives a dark period from her past.
Pinwheel (M) | Sub!Jimin | oral sex (face-riding), sex toys, bondage, anal play, praise kink, pegging, multiple orgasms, spanking, creampie | [Read on AO3]
The Mistress reunites with a long-term client after not seeing him for months.
Bamboo (M) | Sub!Taehyung | exhibitionism, transvestic fetishism, degradation (verbal and physical), excessive slapping, spitting, masturbation | [Read on AO3]
The Mistress offers her services to an affluent client seeking a sharp tongue and merciless hand.
Onyx (M) | Parts: 01 | 02 | Sub!Yoongi | light torture, slapping, nipple clamps, bondage (handcuffs), orgasm denial, overstimulation, sadism, revenge | [Read on AO3]
After six months of waiting, the Mistress reunites with the man who changed everything.
Stoplight (M) | Sub!Hoseok | impact play, flogging, shibari, blood, body worship, role reversal, Transference!AU crossover | [Read on AO3]
A trusted friend calls upon the Mistress to alleviate his heartache.
“Hello,” he coos, and the boy’s eyes light up with curiosity at the sound of Namjoon’s voice. “It’s nice to meet you, little one.”
I was first introduced to this fic a few years ago in passing, likely when it first started, and then again this past Christmas by a friend of mine who told me that she binged the entire thing in one night. I’m not quite sure how she did it, but she did, and if I remember correctly, she didn’t fall asleep until 4 or 5 am the next morning.
A part of me wishes she would’ve told me how engrossing this story was beforehand so I could’ve prepared my heart for the emotional rollercoaster this brought me, but the me right now is quite thankful that she didn’t. I wouldn’t have experienced or felt the same emotions that I did while I read the amazing and gripping story within. The moments where I was smiling so hard that my cheeks hurt. The moments where my heart felt like it was shattering in my chest. Or right now when all that remains is a softness in my heart for all of the characters that you have introduced since the beginning and the conclusion that feels so full and warm.
I didn’t know that I could come to love all of the characters that are a part of this so much, but I do and I think I will for a long time. This past week of me binging the entirety of this story has made me learn and feel so much, and for that, I am incredibly thankful for you and your words. Thank you for making me feel something. I’ll never forget this story💕
Sweeter than Sweet (Epilogue)
AO3 Link
Pairings: Jimin x reader, Yoongi x reader, Jimin x Yoongi, Namjoon x reader, Taehyung x reader, Jungkook x reader, Jin x reader, Hoseok x reader.
Warnings: Nil of note
Word count: 3.1K
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It’s been a good few years, now, since Namjoon has thought of the manor as home.
‘Home’ these days is a one-bedroom apartment over on the rougher side of town that he shares with not just one, but two feline companions; a safe space filled with books, bonsai trees, and a sizeable collection of plushie toys that he’s never quite been able to make himself throw away.
His excuse is that Nova would never allow it - the lady of the house is far too fond of tearing off their poor, unsuspecting heads to bid them leave - but secretly, Namjoon rather likes to see their sweetly smiling faces and soft bodies sat atop the bed you once called yours.
Not that you would know the place was anything other than his if you looked at it now. It’d taken a long time for him to even consider redecorating after having moved in - still not quite believing your generosity could possibly be real - but slowly, as the months had gone by, he’d allowed himself to start adding little touches of Namjoon here and there. He’d painted over your god awful gaudy wallpaper in the living room and ripped out the kitchen for which he has no use, fashioning it into a study instead; a quiet, secluded space to grade his student’s papers.
These days, he might even dare to say he feels happy, and whilst a lot of the progress he’s made has been down to his own personal perseverance, Namjoon still knows how deeply indebted to you he remains for setting the wheels of change in motion. It’s why he’s here at the threshold of the manor now, having answered your summoning call - it’s why he always will, regardless of what your reason or need may be.
You changed his life, showed him how to live again, and for that and so many things, he will always, always adore you.
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As you sigh and settle into his embrace, you realize he feels like a new man.
There is a quiet kind of confidence to him that you hadn’t noticed before. An ability to sit still and silently and find comfort in that.
God, it’s sexy.
I shouldn’t be reading this...No, I most definitely shouldn’t be reading this right now, but I peeped into the discord chat and saw the header for chapter 3, and that’s what sparked this. YOU are what sparked this, Willow.
First of all, you are a menace in the most favorable ways. The way you are able to just hook our attention from the beginning and keep the momentum, building it throughout, and even when the story is finished (not just for this one, but for all of them), you make people yearn for more. You and your writing are like a siren because you will most definitely be the end of me by the time I get finished reading this series.
Also, may I say that the depiction of the cabin seems so damn nice.
The room is surrounded on two sides by entirely glass walls. The light that spills from the lamps that have already been lit makes it so beyond the walls, everything looks pitch black. Lush, fluffy carpets are scattered around the room, and in the corner is a small personal library, a little couch, and an armchair. And in the very center of the room is what you can only imagine to be an indoor fire pit.
Like screw them, both literally and figuratively, but I wanna live there!!!! What the hell??!?! (Also, side note, the things that you could do in that glass hallway….😗)
Also, I love Hoseok’s playful sexiness. He’s cocky, entertaining, and dynamic, and it’s beyond charming and I love his character so much already.
And *bangs fist on table* Willow, why’d you have to make Jungkook so, so sexy? Hmm?? That entire kitchen scene had me reeling. With a capital REELING. I was so breathless by the time I was done, and then I had to go get dinner as if all of that did not just happen. As if you didn’t make me go “Oh…” by the end of it all. As if you didn’t know how much your writing affects me, and yet, you do something like this.
Okay, now that I’ve calmed down a little...Um...I’m not sure if you’ll see me later tonight, tomorrow, next week, or during my break that’s coming up, but you’ll most definitely be met with a reaction of me screaming to the heavens because of you.
Thank you so so so so sooooo much Willow for this. ILY! I’m really excited to see where this goes and I can’t wait to see how this all turns out. I hope that you’re doing well. I’m sending you lots of love.💕
sh. | jjk | chapter one
PAIRING: Jungkook x Reader ft. OT7
RATING: Explicit.
GENRE: NonIdol!Au. Wilderness!Au. f2l. Smut. Fluff.
WC: 6k
SUMMARY: How could you say no to a month away in the mountains with your friends after six months of grueling quarantine?
WARNINGS: YN is a cuddling fiend. Untimely boner. Handjob. Nipple play. Fingering. Unprotected sex. Size kink. Slight voyeurism. Power play. Dirty talk.
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“The only men here are about to be my only companions for the next twelve years. Seems like a bad plan to fuck them.”
Bee,
You would not believe how excited I was when I first found out that you would be updating Void this week. I’ve been following you and this series since forever and this was the spark of dopamine that I needed to help me get through the rest of this week. I missed how much I missed this story. I missed the characters, I missed the plot. And I especially missed just your overall writing. It has been such a comfort for me over the past few years so, thank you. For everything.
Okay, so, when I picked up the story again and was reimmersed into that...intense… setting, I knew that without a doubt, I would’ve been so embarrassed having that conversation. I mean, basically asking seven handsome men to screw you silly while in space so blatantly takes so much courage. Courage that I definitely do not have because being in that situation is not for the faint of heart. But props to her for being so open and standing her ground with confidence.
I honestly love this main character a lot because of that. She’s honest, headstrong, smart and witty, and overall just a good-natured human being. She knows that what’s out there in Europa is bigger than anything that they’ve experienced, and she has a good head on her shoulders. Though there were moments that just made me burst out into laughter. Like, when this happened:
Namjoon finishes his debrief of the week’s goals and claps his hands. “Anyone have anything else mission related we need to discuss?”
“My period is over,” you announce to your assembled crew.
A muscle pulses in Namjoon’s jaw. “Officer, I wouldn’t consider that mission-related.”
You cross your arms and lean back in your chair. “Just freely sharing information.”
And the flashback where everyone was telling what their one personal object they would bring into space would be and Jin said Vodka! I nearly choked on my salad.
But there were other moments, deeper moments that made my heart melt and gaze soften. Like this moment here:
You sigh. “Can I tell you a secret?” You lean in closer and put a hand on his thigh. He leans in too. “There just has to be life down there. I know there has to be.”
“I hope so.” He rests his hand on yours.
“We’re going to find it together, you and I.” You grab his hand and squeeze it.
It just felt so pure and picturesque, as if for a moment it was just her and Hoseok and it was so beautiful to feel that connection between the two. There was also the scene at the beginning when Namjoon and the main character were taking in his sleep pod and you said, “The two of you stare at each other for a minute. An immovable object and an unstoppable force.”, and it just felt like the perfect depiction of the two of them. I really have no other words for that.
Oh, and I can’t forget when Taehyung admitted his feelings for Jimin (I KNEW IT!). But it was a heartfelt moment when he was explaining why he wanted to hide it. Even more so when the main character offered to work together to cover this until a better time. It’s little golden pieces like these that make me enjoy the story so much more. It feels so humane and real, and you understand why some of the characters aren’t as open to relationships now because of the ones that ended prior to this expedition. And just overall, I’m in love.
Also, can we talk about that ending for a second?!?! It was so hot and amazing and I really love that you see this side of Seokjin. It’s unexpected, but definitely not something that I strayed away from. He’s enamoring and it was just...WOW. I felt like though that there was something more in the way of why she was acting desperate in those last few moments. Like the reason she wanted to have sex with them was for more than group stability and openness. Like maybe she has something to prove to herself? Or maybe to someone else? I don’t know. I just had really strong emotions about that part, but maybe I’m overthinking a little. I also just came back home from playing ‘Sober Best-Friend’ for my newly turned 21-year-old friend so….yeah….
Anyways, thank you so much Bee for this. I’m really enjoying this series so far and I can’t wait to see what happens next. I hope that you and your family are okay. And please tell the little bumblebee I said hello. I’m sending you lots and lots of love💕
Void - Part 7 (M)
title banner by @rude–jude♡
Genre: Sci-fi with a little angst and a LOT of smut
Pairing: BTS x Reader (yup - all seven)
Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.
Word Count: 10.9k
Part 7 / ?
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
Warnings: explicit sexual content, alcohol masturbation, voyeurism, more non-monogamy
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He loops his arms over your shoulder, tugging you into his side where you fit like a puzzle piece. You take a deep breath, smelling that all-too familiar scent. For whatever reason, it makes your heart beat just a little bit slower.
Hi my love! It’s been a while since I’ve written to you which made me sincerely miss reading your writing, but I'm glad that I recently had the time to come back to you.
I think that there are two types of friendships: one where it feels like you guys are opposites. A push-pull. One where you don't believe how in the world you guys were brought together, but you wouldn't change anything about it. And one where, rather than a push-pull, it feels like you guys are moving in tandem. Making each other stronger. Like how when you inhale, you automatically know that your heart will continue to beat, and in return, your heart will allow you to exhale everything unwanted from your body
I'd like to think that Hoseok and the main character are like that.
This didn't become apparent to me until a little later in the intro when they were walking and playing around, but I noticed how they both saved each other from the street. It probably doesn't mean that much, and I could be overthinking, but I just think that that's the way they love each other. They're almost like home bases to one another: whenever one gets pulled too far left, the other will be there to recenter them, and I just think that's really beautiful.
And when they kissed…
Oh my goodness, when they kissed, it just felt so...I don't know, but it made me blush, and it just felt so soft and warm like home. And a part of me (a very large part of me) is hoping that Hoseok meant to say, “That wasn’t supposed to happen LIKE THAT" you know? That maybe he had another idea of how and when he wanted to kiss her. (But I do have to say that you writing that they missed their first snow together was a low blow after all of that😭 I still love you though Willow.)
I also really love how you introduced the topic of them all being together😂. After rereading this, I now know why Yoongi said those specific words at the beginning (which was so SHOCKING?!! I honestly didn't expect that at the end but I LOVE ITTTTT), but I could just imagine their various states of just pure shock. Especially this part:
Ogling? You glance over at Namjoon whose cheeks are flushing furiously. He shoves a large fork of breakfast in his mouth. Obviously Yoongi’s got it wrong.
LMAOOOOO. Bless.
Ugh, I'm so excited to see what happens at dinner, Willow. Thank you so very much for just being a light in my life. Your writings have always given me comfort and peace. Like the smell of vanilla, and the touch of clouds and the feeling you get right before your body falls asleep.
Thank you again Willow for this. I can't wait to read what happens in the next part! I'm sending you my love🥰💕💜
sh. | ot7 | chapter four
PAIRING ot7 x reader
RATING Explicit.
GENRE smut. fluff. angst. nonidol au. wildnerness au. roommates au. friends to lovers.
SUMMARY Six months of quarantine have kept you apart. Somehow the distance sparks something new in each of you: questions, unfinished conversations, threads once chased now left cold. So when your roommate invites you to come with him to a mysterious house in the mountains with your friends, how could you even think of saying no?
WC 3.6k
TAGS: digging into some angst in this chapter. makeout. pining. conversation about sex. explicit language. dirty talk.
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Love can be without limitation
When I first heard that you were writing Sh. last year on Discord, I honestly didn’t know what to expect from it. Would it simply be about a group of friends who, throughout the story, end up having and establishing romantic relationships between them during quarantine as a means to cope? Or, would it be something else, something more? To me, it did become something more than that, and I could already see the potential that you have brought to this story ever since I read the first chapter.
You know, over the past year or so (holy shit, has it already been a year?) of me more actively engaging in reading fics, I realized that there is a wildly intimate bond between author and reader. Us readers trust authors to take care of us in some way the second we press “follow” or just so happen to read their stories if they come across our timeline (it’s like what came first, the chicken or the egg?), anyways, we trust authors because, in some shape or form, we have leaned toward them because, in a sense, we feel like they’re going to comfort us in some way. Be an escape from the harsh realities of the world at some moment in time (but you, my dear, just so happen to be a mirror and reflect those things back to me, and it’s a blessing and a curse. But, I'll get to that later), but it’s all because in some ways, we are similar. It’s like survival of the fittest and the notion of how we as humans are innately drawn to those who are like us as a means of safety because deep down, we only have ourselves to trust, which is why you don’t really see people reading everything that this site/world holds. I’m not really sure what it’s like from an author’s point of view so I don’t want to speak over you, but I think that this entire thing is beautiful in that sense, and I’ll be forever grateful that my soul has led me to you, Willow, and that in some way, you have been fit to nourish and help me mend any part of me that needs a little bit of loving.
I feel certain stories are read best during certain times of the day, just like how you may have specific playlists made for a particular mood you're in or for a specific situation. For this chapter specifically, it felt better to read at night. Mainly because it was a little past midnight and I had taken a nap earlier which my circadium rhythym a bit wonky, so I was like ‘what the hell?’. It was dark, and the vibes were nice. I was back home for break, and I could finally use my diffuser that I got not too long ago, so everything just felt good and perfect, and my stomach got butterflies because I felt so relaxed. While I was reading this, everything felt so clear and vivid. Dark black and blue and white but vivid behind my eyelids while I read this. This was honestly one of my favorite parts of this series.
However, I didn’t expect this chapter to leave me feeling so raw and vulnerable at 2 am. I mean, for one, the main character and Yoongi were pretty raw, if I do say so myself. But it was the pillow-talk that came afterward. The notion of keeping yourself “so tightly together” for an ounce of control (over myself or just life in general) that made me go...fuck...because I knew that this was going to tap at a particular part of me, and as I expected, it did. And I’m glad that it did. I’m so glad. Feelings were being reflected toward me, some that I didnt even know that could be mapped onto me until you wrote about it, and I'm just happy that I had a chance to read those parts (I would highlight all of the sections that got me, but when I came back to edit, I realized that my document is already on page 3 lol, and I would also like to do a little more self-reflecting before I completely write to you about it💜)
I love the fact that the main character is surrounded by friends who truly care for her and take care of her. Whether it's the form of pleasuring her body or taking care of her mind, I'm just happy that she has friends who are so genuine and heartfelt and who are intuitive and pay attention to her and her needs, even when she doesn't exactly know what she might need at that point.
Yoongi is funny, hot, gentle, and calm, but he brews quite a storm in terms of intimacy. He’s gentle with how he talks to the main character, but his words are sharp, and they hold weight because he cares. Taehyung, too, is someone who I admire a lot now because of this chapter. He’s incredibly funny and charming (the part when he texts ‘I forgot how loud you are when you orgasm’ made me laugh because of the timing). Blatant and bold about his affections and the type to make you blush because of how exposing he can be just by his words, he, too, is also very comforting. His talk to her is something that I’ll forever cherish because a lot of what was said could be mapped onto me. It gave me a reason to think more about my affections and how I express love, and I also love how you used snow as a sort of blank space. A new start to the main character’s journey, and I’m so excited to see where this all goes for her. I’m rooting for her so much, and again, I’m really glad that she has people like Yoongi and Taehyung and the others in her life as well to help her. The character growth and introspection shown through the entirety of this series is phenomenal, and I’m so so grateful that I can read a story like this.
Thank you so much, Willow. You continue to surprise me each and every time I read something of yours because I’m just like ‘how can a piece of writing be this good?!’ My eyes feel undeserving, but I’m thankful for you and for you sharing your writing with us. I adore you. Also, officially, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!! ILY!!!!💕
sh. | ot7 | chapter five
PAIRING ot7 x reader
RATING Explicit.
GENRE smut. fluff. angst. nonidol au. wildnerness au. roommates au. friends to lovers.
SUMMARY Six months of quarantine have kept you apart. Somehow the distance sparks something new in each of you: questions, unfinished conversations, threads once chased now left cold. So when your roommate invites you to come with him to a mysterious house in the mountains with your friends, how could you even think of saying no?
WC 8k
WARNINGS AND TAGS protected sex. friends with benefits relationship. dirty talk. power play dynamics. angst. semi-public nudity. mentions of open relationship. sexting. reckoning with feelings. talk of alcohol use.
AN: One million bazillion thanks to the best beta and geologist out there, @hesperantha. Everyday I think to myself, how the fuck would this series exist without this magical lady? And every day I am thankful for her beautiful existence.
Also, if you haven’t seen /the trailer, you might wanna check it out. Just because I had a lot of fun making it and it was super fun to visualize the characters and their tiny little world.
Going forward, you can read with they/them pronouns by navigating to the series m.list and reading from there.
That said, LETS JUMP IN!
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⟪“But when was the last time the world opened up to you?” ⟫
Returning to this series has been a breath of fresh air that I didn’t know I needed. The ability to jump back into the story and, if only for a few moments, be present with the characters and allow outside occurrences to fade is a cathartic feeling that only a few people are able to create, and you, my love, do that so well.
The events of the last chapter filter into this part, and having the small anecdote to fall back to felt incredibly warming. Warm because we as readers are now seeing how the inkling of opportunity is affecting everyone around them. Warm because the feelings of how to continue forth in this sexploration are coming to the forefront. Warm because those feelings and emotions are uncharted and mysterious, but the term for what they are experiencing is at the tip of their tongue. It’s their turn now, however, if they want to bite it, or maybe, just maybe, see what would happen if they free it for a few moments.
We definitely see this with the main character as she comes to terms with what a relationship, or more specifically, what those exact feelings mean for her as they stir in her chest. I love how you portrayed the instinctive and impulsive thoughts that came across the reader’s mind once the subject of a relationship came forth. It’s something that I, too, have experienced in my life, and it brings the question of where it stems from. The fear of falling so fast and hard that it makes you breathless and overwhelmed? The feeling of being scared of not being good enough, so you say no when you really would like to say yes? The feeling of not being worthy enough of love? Or maybe, in more simple terms, the fear of love and a relationship itself?
That is the circumstance that we encounter in this chapter and in the reader’s mind, and the fact that Jungkook was so warm and intent on not letting labels limit their lives was incredibly well-placed. Society itself can have strict norms, but one thing that’s good about it is that norms change, and so do people. And I love that Jungkook let the reader simmer in herself, in her emotions, and what she wanted at the moment rather than find a solution that would’ve felt even more staggering.
(P.S. - I saw this quote right before I began writing this review and I feel as though this encapsulates their relationship so far perfectly)
I also thought that this chapter ends in a full circle was incredibly beautiful. Where the reader was shown stumbling over her own thoughts and sentiments, we see the same for Jungkook where the words he wants to say have come to a climax, but they’re jumbled, and he doesn’t know where or how to start when first organizing them coherently.
Even though there is this brewing battle between what it means to love and be loved throughout the entirety of this series, you do such an amazing job touching upon the multiple facets and spectrums of what it means. Reading this series has been incredibly reflective of my own life, and I can’t thank you enough for being emotionally cognizant and sharing your thoughts with us.
I’m sending you all of the love that the galaxy holds, Willow, but I feel as though that’s incredibly small to what you deserve. I missed writing to you, and I hope that soon I’ll be able to share more of my thoughts with you. Thank you for being amazing and being one of the most incredible friends/ people in general on this Earth. We don’t deserve you. I don't deserve you. Sending love💕
sh. | ot7 | chapter six
PAIRING ot7 x reader
RATING Explicit.
GENRE smut. fluff. angst. nonidol au. wildnerness au. roommates au. friends to lovers.
SUMMARY Six months of quarantine have kept you apart. Somehow the distance sparks something new in each of you: questions, unfinished conversations, threads once chased now left cold. So when your roommate invites you to come with him to a mysterious house in the mountains with your friends, how could you even think of saying no?
WC 3.8k
WARNINGS AND TAGS themes of exhibitionism. fingering. unprotected sex. creampie. sensitivity during sex. dirty talk.
AN: I have been stuck at this impasse of what's going to happen next for literal mONTHS and somehow in the span of one week I got the ball rolling again. Thank you to the incredible support you all have shown. I am so grateful for each of you. You bring a light to my writing.
Thanks to @lcksndkys and Calix for helping me waddle through my thoughts and to reach the finish line on this chapter. Much love to @jinpanman and @thatlongspringnight too, just for being incredible.
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Chapter Six
Present day.
“Something like this doesn’t need to be so extraneously complicated.”
Yoongi’s words spiral in your mind as Taehyung graciously picks up your breakfast dishes from your hand and you smile absently.
The images whirl in your mind. Seven friends, fucking. Unacceptable, some snotty voice in your head chides you, a voice you quickly shove aside. After all, it’s the 21st century. Emotional intelligence on the rise. Sexual education at its height. Self control… at it’s very lowest.
Back in January you would have run screaming for the hills. And that impulse, well, it’s definitely still there. But all there is to do is recognize it, take a deep breath, and instead of letting the panic take over, try to act from the place in your chest that feels safe and secure. The place in your chest that wants this.
The place that wants this: Your friends. Fucking. But a fluttering in your chest reminds you: it’s not just the sex. Well, it is. Undeniably so. But it’s also something more — you trip over the unspoken words in your mind — it's something about wanting them all closer. What is the word?
“You and Jungkook are on kitchen duty this morning,” Taehyung says as he fills up one of the huge kitchen sinks with warm soapy water, and you snap out of the forest of your thoughts.
You scoff. “I was on kitchen duty like, two days ago!”
“You might be surprised to know that two days later, it is again your turn.”
You huff. “Fine.” Dish duty was always your least favorite of all housework. But the reason things worked so smoothly around here in the first place was that you had all sorted out responsibilities, roles, and communication. The only way it worked was by sticking to that. With a grimace, you roll up your sleeves and prepare to dive into the soapy lukewarm water.
“I can do that,” Jungkook says from behind you, and before you can respond, he gently hip checks you to the side and snatches the sudsy sponge away.
“You sure?”
“I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it.” He nods at the drying rack. “You can dry. I know you like it better anyway.”
This morning’s feast has produced an abundance of dishes - but even with that, you’re sure that Jimin and Jin used every single bowl in the very large kitchen to measure out each ingredient individually. It takes a bit of time before the kitchen is sparkling clean once more.
“Thanks for your help,” Jungkook smiles, some kind of shyness playing in his gaze. You stare a moment too long, trying to catch the elusive thought dancing behind his eyes. As you’re reaching up to put a mug on a counter, he bends down to wipe a comically large sudsy bubble off of the floor and looks up and he freezes.
“You-you’re not wearing…?”
You laugh. “I’m not.” He stands slowly.
“Why—?” Curiosity sings in those doe eyes.
“Jimin asked me not to. It’s a little game we’re playing.”
Jungkook’s eyes widen. “You’ll do anything he says, huh.”
“Not anything,” you say, running a finger up his chest. “But a good amount of it, yes. Wouldn’t you? Didn’t you?”
Even as he speaks, his ears redden and he tugs at one, eliciting a bubbling laugh from you. “I did.” He leans close as if he’s going to tell you a secret. “And I loved it.” He grins and then pauses, taking a moment to gage your expression. Your cheeks are already warm from his prying gaze and the mention of last night’s activities. He leans in close. “You like being told what to do.”
“I do.”
His breath catches in his throat. He hesitates and you let him. Let him take his time.
“Will you let me tell you what to do?”
You love his duality. It might seem surprising or even incongruous at first, but the more you think about it, the more it makes sense. There is something about his desire to simultaneously be cared for as the object of someone else’s desire and to indulge his own drive to play the game and be the spark that ignites your falling apart, to be the thing that drives you towards the edge again and again. You nod.
“Then turn around.” His voice has dropped lower. “Before anyone catches us.”
You do as he says, turning, arching your back just enough, and presenting your ass to him. Your hands rest firm on the counter. He bends down behind you, and before you know it you’re gasping as he licks a broad stripe up your pussy.
“Are you already this wet or are you still leaking all the cum Jimin stuffed you with?” The double edged sword of his meaning strikes straight through you.
“Why don’t you find out?”
You love the boldness that rises confidently to the surface under Jungkook’s careful but greedy hand. The untethered desire that slips from your tongue like water. How, despite everything spinning in your head, your friend finds a way to dive beneath it and serve delight. Jungkook too, seems to love it, as his eyes darken and drift over your body.
“I haven’t swallowed enough of Jimin’s cum to be able to tell quite yet,” he says casually.
“We’ll have to rectify that then.”
“We will.”
Jungkook slowly works a finger into you. Then two, the long digits stretching you. You do your best to keep your sounds of pleasure to the level of a contained whisper, but you can’t help the gasp that slips from you as he presses against your g-spot and a deep ache of bliss spreads through your abdomen.
“Shit,” you hiss, clenching your teeth and letting your nails dig into your palm.
“Such a needy little brat,” Jungkook says as he begins to draw circles around your clit. “Jimin lets you orgasm once and now all of a sudden you can’t get enough.”
He adds more pressure to his movements and suddenly the biting retort that had sprung to mind dies on your tongue.
“What? Nothing to say?” You can hear the smirk in his words, even as you squeeze your eyes shut, hissing in pleasure, trying to get your footing again. “I’m starting to think you’ve had enough. How much can you take, really? I wouldn’t want to push you too far.” He pulls his fingers from you and you gasp.
“No—”
You spin around, your shirt falling back down around you again. Jungkook stands back, his eyes dark and hungry. You reach for him, grabbing his shirt to pull him against you.
You press your lips against his and he stills in surprise. His surprise stings through you like ice, slowing your motions, adding a question, a doubt, a — but then he’s kissing you back, kissing you with the fullness of resounding and final punctuation. There’s no room for question in the way his hands twine into your hair, teeth nipping, tongues wrestling. Within a minute, you’re out of breath.
“I can take you, I promise,” you murmur against his lips. “Please, Jungkook.”
“How could I deny you?” he whispers back. There’s a softness to his voice that you don’t quite recognize. A softness that leaves you thirsty for more.
He motions for you to hop up on the counter and with a skilled movement, helps you up. The bare and heated flesh of your bottom hits the cool granite, but the shock is quickly forgotten though as he slides between your legs, a large tattooed hand pressing your thighs wider for him. Bare for him.
“You really want this?”
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him as tight to you as you can.
“I really want this — you.”
With a swift movement, he pulls himself from his pajama pants and slots his cock against your sopping entrance. As you wiggle against him and try to pull him into you, he raises an eyebrow.
“One of these days I’m going to make you beg for it, you know that, right?”
“Another day?” You grimace at the whine that slips into your voice, but he chuckles at it.
“I like when you’re needy.”
And then he slams into you, his cockhead spearing through your wet folds in one go.
“Ah!” Your head falls back and a cry of pleasure spills from your lips before you can bite it back.
“Feel good?” He begins thrusting in and out of you and you have to grit your teeth to answer.
“Incredible.”
He grins.
“Good.”
Your previous two encounters with Jungkook had been fast. Needy. It was a race though, the two of you sprinting neck and neck towards the same end goal: release.
But today, the race is long over and you find yourself on a different trail. One where you can simply sink into your own pleasure. You relish in the sensation of his cockhead dragging against your walls. You let your breath move quickly and heavily, brushing against his shoulder as you pant. There’s not necessarily anything particularly graceful about this fuck, but it’s easier.
Delight fogs through your body as he hits all the right spots, his hips rolling against yours. You glide your hand beneath the collar of his t-shirt, fingers splaying against his warming skin. You love the way his breath catches in his throat when you squeeze around him and before you know it, both of you are edging your orgasms.
“Just,” Jungkook breathes heavily, “Slow. For a minute. We don’t have to rush.”
“Good—” you say, a kiss fluttering against his lips. “Yes—ah—” He chuckles at your inability to pull together a sentence.
His hand comes down to grip your hip and he moves you to his will, setting a slower, deeper pace. You find his pace and push against it, against him, your breaths tangling. This close, his pelvic bone presses against your clit and you grind yourself slowly against it.
A different kind of pleasure builds in your abdomen. One stoked slowly, carefully, tenderly. It builds to a height that quickness could not reach, it teases you at the edge of its altitude.
“Jungkook—” you gasp. “So close.”
“Good. Keep going.” His grip on you loosens enough to allow you to move freely against him, but stays firm enough to feel like you are so wrapped up in him you wouldn’t know where to begin to untangle yourself.
Your orgasm washes over you with a kind of warmth that is entirely foreign to you. Your breath stills in your throat as it seizes you, freezing you in its hold. Jungkook coos at you, pretty words falling from his lips and drifting somewhere towards your subconscious as you ride it out and finally collapse into his arms, your arms pulling him into a hug as you pant against him.
“Well fuck — that was ho—”
The last syllable is choked out of him as you grind your hips against him again.
“Want you to cum,” you say, your movements sloppy but determined in your post-orgasm bliss.
“Oh?” Jungkook thrusts once into you. Still sensitive, you wince at the overwhelm. “And I thought you needed a minute to recover.”
“No—”
“No?”
“No.”
“So good for me.” You can hear the smile in his voice and the tension that you draw from him too, the way it laces through his voice with urgency. He’s barely holding himself together as you grind against him.
You can tell he’s getting close. His pace picks up, his forehead pressing in concentration, his face tightening in focused pleasure. “You know…I still haven’t cum in this pretty pussy.”
“Well, technically—” you begin to say, thinking of Jimin’s fingers last night scooping up Jungkook’s still-hot cum and filling your cunt with it. The way it had spilled down your leg as you walked back to your bedroom.
“Sh, just—”
“Yes. Do it. Cum inside me.”
That’s all he needed to hear. With a shuddering gasp, he presses himself tightly against you, a hand coming to cradle your head, the other pressing firmly against your back. He presses himself as far into you as he can possibly manage and cums, his cock twitching within you as he groans.
“Fuck,” Jungkook curses, his voice graveled.
“You sound rough,” you laugh breathily, tucking a piece of long, dark hair behind his ear as he recovers. He looks up at you, those large, round eyes too pretty for the deed he just committed.
He lets loose a long, shaky breath, one that turns to a laugh as he watches the smile bloom on your face. “What the fuck did we just do?” he says.
“We just fucked in the kitchen.”
“A second time.”
“A second time indeed.”
“What, you got a kitchen kink or something?” he smiles.
“If anything it’s a communal kink. A communal kink for communal spaces.”
“Really, if anything you’ve got a bit of an exhibitionist streak. Undeniably so.”
The heat that pours into your face doesn’t make sense when paired with your unabashed attitude about the act you and Jungkook just accomplished on the kitchen counter. “Maybe,” you say, tucking your head beneath his chin, pressing your lips to the little dip beneath his adam’s apple. “And so what if I do?”
“Then I would want to take every opportunity to explore just how far that specific interest of yours is able to take you,” he says. “How far it would push you, uh, us.” You can only imagine what he’s thinking of. “You know, as this keeps—” He pauses for a moment. Searching for the word. “Moving forward.”
Forward? Something in your chest stills and freezes. Whispers, run.
Your breath, too, turns to ice in your throat. Jungkook notices the shift in your countenance and brings his hand up to your arm, kneading the flesh softly.
But you’re quick. You know what to do when this happens. Even as the song of old fear sings in your veins, you know it has very little — if anything at all — to do with the man standing in front of you, the way he makes you feel, and the things that the two of you are — deliciously — doing together. So you look at it. Look at the fear that won’t quit. Know that it’s old, a visitor from the past, and take a deep breath.
Then another.
Then you press a kiss to the hard shell of his collarbone, just as you wanted to do, feeling the warmth of his body sink through your skin into yours, warming the freezing bits into something human, something present again.
“Forward?” you manage to say, breathe in, breathe out.
“Forward, yeah,” Jungkook says, letting his short nails skate up your skin and tangle into the back of your hair, raising goosebumps to your skin. “Forward. With us. This.”
“Jungkook,” you murmur as you kiss up his neck. “I don’t know what this is.”
“Do you need to?”
The answer comes automatically. “Yes.”
“I’m not sure you do.”
“I don’t know what you mean by that.”
“Well. Then, tell me. Do you want this to stop?"
In, out. It’s easier to breathe with his hands running over your body. With his presence so close to yours, his strange, calming individuality singing even in the silence. You know this. You want this.
"...No."
"Well, that’s good to hear,” he chuckles, his hands still roving in lazy patterns over your body. “So then, whatever this is, does it need a name?"
You flounder. That's not what he's supposed to say. He’s supposed to push you. To ask more of you. Right? That’s how this kind of thing always goes. DTR: define the relationship. Give it a name. Put it in a box, like every other one of your previous relationships. Act by the script, because with each label there is a preordained script that everyone is supposed to follow. But without the name, what is left? The gap left by the question swallows you up. But it also promises something else: freedom. A loosened chain around your heart.
"What—" you shake your head. "What do you mean?"
"If you don't know what this is, that’s okay. If you don’t know exactly what you want, that's okay. You don't NEED to know what you want, especially not a month, six months, a year from now. You just need to know if you want this — me — right now."
You do want him. That’s undeniable. Looking at him, it’s almost impossible to manage all the different ways you want him. His softness, wrapped around you. His compassion, leading you forward. His unrivaled energy, like some furious and kind beast, always waiting around the corner with a new adventure. And not just all of the little pieces, but the whole too. You want Jungkook.
“I do, I do, Jungkook,” you say. And then you press in, letting yourself kiss him, a frown of confusion tugging at your lips. He can feel it. “I just… I don’t understand.”
“That’s okay,” he whispers. “I can explain what I mean. If I am what you want right now, if Jimin is what you want, hell, whoever — then take it. It’s okay for you to want like this. And when that want stops or it changes or it grows into something else, that’s okay too. Just… tell us.”
You swallow. Why is it that his kindness, his understanding feels like it’s ripping you open? It’s not as if what he’s saying is particularly new to you. It’s just that your history has held such rigidness, such control, that the airy taste of flexibility before you feels an awful lot like fear. But with Jungkook’s earnest eyes shining down on you, you know it can’t be fear. It has to be you, standing on the precipice of the unknown, knowing nothing before you but the next step: your own desire. And you’ve been doing it, letting yourself open up to it.
But when was the last time the world opened up to you too?
“What I’m saying is,” Jungkook continues, “I don’t need a name for this. I just know I like you and I really like cumming in that pretty pussy of yours and — if you’ll let me — I’d like to keep doing that.”
“Cumming in my pretty pussy?”
“Yeah. And maybe your ass sometime. Or down your throat. Or on your face. Or—”
“Okay, okay,” you laugh. “I get the picture.”
He takes a long look at you.
“What’s going through your head? You seem… concerned.”
You smile softly. “Am I that easy to read?” He nods, laughing, then lets you continue. “Well, then. I should… I should talk to Hobi. About, um,” you gesture between the two of you. “This.”
“Why?” He leans in close. “You wanna fuck him too?”
The question strikes something in your chest and you feel the blood rush to your face. For a split second, you let yourself imagine it: fucking Hoseok. How would he look, fucked-out? Would he be gentle? Intentional? Furious and fast and full of desire? But no. No, you have to stop yourself there, before thinking of these things turns to wanting them (although a small voice in the back of your mind warns you that you’re already there). Hoseok had already made his interest — or lack thereof — clear to you.
Jungkook notices your gaze shift and nudges you.
“It’s okay if you do. I guess, this is exactly what Yoongi meant when he said think about it. Right? But also—” Jungkook runs a hand through his dark hair, pressing his lips together as he thinks of the right words to say. “I know you two are close, but you don’t owe him any explanation of your sex life—” He chuckles, “Now that you have a sex life.”
You shove him lightly. “That’s not it.”
“Then what is it?”
You shake your head.
“I don’t know. It just feels… right. Like I’ve been keeping a secret from him.”
“Well, you’re not.”
“I know,” you say, even as the words feel like a lie on your tongue. “Do you know where he might be? At this pace I’ll find him by dinner time.”
“I’m pretty sure I saw him heading with Namjoon towards the library. Namjoon said he wanted to show him some new collection he discovered.”
“There’s a library?” Jungkook nods. “Of course there’s a library.”
“Not surprised you didn’t notice. You been spending too much time fucking me — or eyefucking one of our other friends. But I really shouldn’t complain about that.”
You scoff. Shove him a little. Brush your hair out of your face and stand.
“Well — thanks, dickhead.”
“You’re welcome, love bird.”
You startle a little at the softness of the nickname and look at Jungkook. His ears are reddened.
“That’s a new one. Usually it’s asshole or—”
He recovers quickly. “Well until you let me fuck your asshole or we find a strap-on for you to fuck mine, we’ll leave it at love bird.”
“Hmm. I like it,” you say, smile spreading across your features and you reach out to pinch his cheek. “I guess I’ll have to think of something sweeter for you than dickhead, huh?”
“Dickhead is fine. At least it means you’re thinking about something important.”
“Oh my god, I can’t with you!” you laugh. “Well, thanks. Really.” You reach out for him, a hand lingering perhaps a moment too long on his arm before turning towards the dark hallway where Jungkook pointed you, and you trip over nothing, giggling as you catch your step.
“You’re blind, you know!” Jungkook calls after you, laughing.
“Shut up! Stop saying that!”
Jungkook watches you as you leave. You’re always too quick to leave, aren’t you? he thinks, the taste of something like bitterness flickering in his mind. As he watches you round the corner, all he can imagine is the image of running after you, pulling you back into his arms, and fucking you silly until the sound of you screaming his name finally slips through the impossibly thick walls of the mansion.. Until everyone in the house knows exactly what you’ve been doing almost every day of the past week. Who you’ve been doing. The thought almost makes him laugh at the ridiculousness.
He shakes his head, a failed attempt to clear the build up of words, of things he’s not quite sure how to say to you, burning at the tip of his tongue. “Get your shit together, man.”
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