My Analysis Of Arbitrage, A Kaisoo Fanfic By Fumerie

my analysis of Arbitrage, a kaisoo fanfic by fumerie

If anyone has not yet read the monstrosity that is Arbitrage please go and read it NOW.  After you have finished reading it come and read my explanation and analysis and then talk to me because I crave people to talk to me about this.  I wrote this originally for Justinne, but it ended up being for anyone and everyone who felt a little (a LOT) dazed by this fic.  Also please don’t scoff at me – summer has just begun so I have time to whittle away.  I came out from the fic more eager to learn than ever before, so it was a positive experience.  Um.  You may disagree with me on some of my points, but I did check excruciatingly carefully, and my theories are correct in their own way (I will fight you).  Okay.  Also maybe some of this stuff is really obvious.  Maybe it was only me who was confused.  I dumbed it down and flattened it out considerably because I suffer from Kyungsoo syndrome and I absolutely needed to have it articulated.  So yeah.  GO READ THE FIC and then come back to this.  Here goes nothing. 

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Suga: Awkward

Second of seven in the BTS public sex series.

word count: 1,793

AFF

You looked over in Yoongi’s direction squinting your eyes in the process in order to see the outline of his body better in the dark room. The only source of light came from the computer screen which he was so engrossed in. He invited you to spend some time with him in the studio so that the two of you could catch up on some things after weeks of being apart. But instead the catching up session ended up to be you staring at him and your phone while he worked tirelessly over a new beat. You huffed in annoyance your index finger and thumb pinching the bridge of your nose as you squeezed your eyes shut. Finally you came to the decision of leaving. You stood up and moved over to the door without saying a word to your boyfriend. 

“Where are you going?” His voice rang out as your hand gripped the doorknob. You glanced over your shoulder to find him staring at you with a blank expression on his face.

“Home.” You replied as your finger found the lightswitch that was located by the door flicking it off sending a burst of light flooding into the room. He squinted his eyes the corners of his lips turning into a scowl before shielding his eyes with the palms of his hands.

“Why? Stay here.” He mumbled as he rubbed his eyes carefully before standing up and moving to your direction. He grabbed your hand pulling you back over to where the computer chair was and pulled you onto his lap as he sat down.

“You’re not paying attention to me and I’m bored.” You leaned forward your elbows resting on the computer desk observing the contents on the computer screen. Not wanting to start an argument with him you quickly changed the subject. “What’s this can I listen to it?” You grabbed the computer mouse only to have your hand slapped away quickly.

“Let me do it before you mess something up.” He pressed his fingertips against your side pushing your body to the side slightly to give him a better visual of the monitor. He reached over clicking a couple of things before settling backwards in the chair as the audio started. “Don’t touch anything.” He muttered as his hands rested on your waist.

A slow R&B beat flowed out from the speakers. You shifted your hips around trying to find a comfortable spot on his lap in order to listen properly. You could feel his eyes watching you as you listened to the slow drum beat. The added bass every now and again complimented the rest of the beat nicely and you began to bob your head slowly. As the first minute passed a wicked grin spread across your face as your mind thought of something shamelessly. You began to move your hips from side to side pressing your ass down harder onto his lap. The grip on your waist tightened as he drew in a sharp inhale. You placed your hands on the edge of the computer desk continuing to grind your ass against his growing erection. He let out a muffled groan.

“Here?” He said quietly as you got up to lean forward your face just centimeters away from his.

“I don’t see why not.” A warm smile spread across your face as your fingers easily unbuttoned his pants before pulling his zipper down.

“Someone could come in here.” He warned. You pressed your lips onto his to stop him from saying anything further as your hand reached into his pants to his erection which twitched as you brushed up against it.

He knew that no one was going to interrupt the two of you seeing as how you’ve been alone with each other for two hours prior. Upon your hands slipping in the slit of his boxers to grab his throbbing shaft he slipped his tongue inside of your mouth his hands reaching upwards to cup your face in his hands. His tongue trailed along yours desperately as you began to stroke the length of his dick slowly. His hands dropped down to your waist once more to unbutton your shorts. You sunk your teeth nto his bottom lip as your hands overlapped his to assist him in pushing your shorts down to your ankles. He broke the kiss as he looked up at you darkly.

“Let’s not drag this out.” He spun you around quickly pulling you back into his lap.

His slender fingers slipped underneath the cloth of your panties to stroke your vagina lips, a soft gasp escaping your lips at the sudden intrusion. He pressed his moist lips against the side of your neck kissing it tenderly as his index and ring finger spread apart your vagina lips. You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth suppresing a whimper as he slid his middle finger along your clit. As he rubbed your clit in slow circles he began to suck on your neck leaving a dark hickey. You ground your vagina onto his fingers as he pushed his fingers downwards to your entrance. He let out a grunt of approval once he noticed how wet you were. He slipped his hands out of your panties and you quickly took no time at all to stand up and push them off of your hips and down your legs.

“Ride me.” He commanded as he pulled his dick out from the slit of his boxers. He held it firmly as he smacked his hand across your ass not pleased with how slow you were taking things.

You placed your hands on the computer desk glancing at the computer monitor for a brief moment without making a sound you quickly pressed three buttons on the keyboard a triumphant smile plastered on your face. One of his hands held a firm grip on your waist guiding your vagina down the length of his shaft. A soft moan escaped your lips as the size of him stretched you to your limits. Once you were comfortably adjusted to him being inside of you. You moved your hips in a clockwise motion careful to grind your hips down on to him. Moans of complete bliss slipped from your lips each time the head of his dick managed to push against your sensitive spot. You could tell he was enjoying what you were doing by the way he dug his fingers in your hips. You yelped as he pinched your side to urge you to move faster. You began to rock your hips back and forth as you slid your finger in your mouth sucking on it softly to quiet your moans. You felt the weight of the chair shift slightly as he laid back. You took this opportunity to bounce yourself up and down the length of his shaft at a moderate pace. The sound of your moans and your ass slapping against his thighs quickly filled the room. You gripped your bouncing breasts as you tossed your head back but that pleasure was short lived once he placed his hands on your waist stopping your movements.

“Stand up and put your hands on the wall.” The fact that Yoongi, the man who absolutely adored whenever you took control stopped you from doing what he loved most shocked you. But you didn’t argue. You stood up a small pout forming your lips at the empty feeling of him not being inside of you. You quickly walked over to the wall placing your palms flat against it as you leaned forward arching your back making sure that your ass stuck out. You looked over your shoulder to see Yoongi standing behind you. His eyes were dark with lust as he tilted his head at a slight angle to admire your ass. “Spread your legs more babygirl.”

You did as you were told excitement coarsing through your body. You wiggled your hips from side to side impatiently. A rough hand came down on your right ass cheek quickly before he plunged himself deep into you without warning. Your lurched forward a strangled moan emitting from your throat as the head of his dick rammed into your g spot. He gripped your hips tightly as he immediately began thrusting in and out of you at an immense pace. Each time he thrusted forward his balls would slap against your clit sending waves of electricty through your body. You began to pant quietly as your legs grew weak. Your orgasm was approaching and he knew it. He reached his hand underneath you to rub your clit in faster circles as he grinded his hips against your ass. That was enough to push you over the edge. As your orgasm racked your body a moan of ecstasy echoed throughout the room. Yoongi who wasn’t that far behind you slowed his movements prolonging your orgasm just as he reached his. He rode his orgasm out your name sloppily falling from his lips as he slumped forward resting both of his hands on the small of your back. Just before the two of you could register what happened the door flew open.

“Hyung! Did you ever finish the-” J-Hope’s voiced trailed off as he stared at the two of you with wide eyes. Yoongi quickly stood in front of you trying to shield you as much as possible. Rap Monster followed quickly behind him.

“Yoongi hyung! Is noona still here…..” Rap Monster face burned brightly as he turned away quickly. “Sorry sorry sorry.” He began quickly apologizing as he pulled J-Hope out of the studio closing the door behind him.

“Well this is awkward.” Yoongi muttered earning him a slap in the back of the head.

Three Days Later

BTS sat in the studio anxiously awaiting to hear Suga’s newest beat. J-Hope and Rap Monster were especially quiet trying to stay as far away from the wall that they caught you two having sex on as possible. Suga sat in the computer chair with an unconcerened look on his face. He clicked on the audio that he let you listen to which led up to the two of you having sex. The beat started off smoothly which earned him compliments from the other members. Soon afterwards the sound of your moans and the sound of skin hitting skin were heard. Suga’s eyes grew wide as he quickly tried to shut the audio off. Much to his dismay because he was in such a state of panic for a brief moment the sounds of the two of you fucking were louder then anything else. Once he finally got it to quiet down he stared at the computer in disbelief as his members burst out into teasing laughter. 

[OneShot] Taken

credits to my chingu sexy-exo-oppa who found this photo and edited it for me and saved me from torturing myself with finding a suitable picture of this boy..

I hid a yawn behind perfectly manicured nails. How boring. I knew why I had to show up at these functions. As the daughter of one of the most respected fashion designers, it was practically demanded that I become a public face as well. If my mother was here, prompting her latest line then if my youthful face also happened to be encouraging others to enjoy the brand as well, things would proceed much smoother. Normally I was okay with this because who says no to free catered food and bubbly? But this was more of a snore fest.

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Tell Her You Love Her: Step Eleven: You'll Tell Her Them, Too...

Hello, everyone! Here’s step eleven! WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT! Enjoy. 

Tell Her You Love Her

Step 11: You’ll Tell Her Them, Too…

“Namjoon,” I sighed, pulling his long, lean body into mine, “Please—.”

My face was warm, flushed with desire or embarrassment—I still wasn’t certain about which. White-hot flames licked up my body with each kiss, each lingering brush of skin. It was a miracle I hadn’t caught fire—yet.

I had never, ever felt anything like this in my life. Had never known the pain, the ache—the agony of needing someone to just complete me.

Every time the bruised flesh of his lips met mine, I felt my senses crescendo to new heights. I was the towering skyscraper going up, up, up into clouds and sky and sunlight, unafraid of getting burned, or even worse, plummeting.

The pealing of bells sang in my ears, awakening some primal need within me—a part I never knew was chained away. Well, whatever it was, the shackles were loose. It was free. I was free. I came to life there in those devouring arms, in those tender fingers, in that hungry mouth. I found me. But, more importantly, I found him.

Somewhere in the canyon ripping through me—life as I knew it—there was Namjoon, waiting for me with the darkness of trees, with the rippling of lust, with my beating heart in his mouth. I swear I was losing my mind. That raw, undiluted passion pressing into my bone, straight into my blood, and then the impulse of each brain cell, until I was lost in illusion and fantasy.

His voice was husky, “Please, what?”

I couldn’t answer. Not with those hands and eyes, and God those lips sinking into me, tearing away the sentient part of me to reveal some uncaged, wild, feral animal inside. My fingers dug into the mattress, trying desperately to buoy me to some part of this world.

Is this real?

As if in answer, his swollen lips brushed down the column of my throat, holding onto that thread that was tethering us to sanity—to a semblance of reality and all of its consequences. But I was gone, lost in feral fantasies. There was no string left for me. Hell, I am fairly certain I forgot my damn name—I know that I forgot about my life. My friends. My lovers.

It was just me and Namjoon. Swimming in forbidden waters. We circled round and round the stormy water until those waves were surging right for us. I was drowning in it—that magnificent, powerful desire.

Why did I wait so long to do this?

My mind never reached an answer. I’m not even sure that it finished the question before his lips nipped at my ear, his tongue running the perimeter of the hardened tip, to the fleshy lobe, and finally back to my neck. I felt his breath on my collarbone, his body sliding over mine, our clothes begging to be shrugged away, to lie forgotten somewhere far, far away.

I found my voice on a sharp intake of breath, his teeth doing unimaginable things to my shoulder. “Ah—please…please. Too—too much clothing.”

And I was going to New York with dreams of journalism. Right. I couldn’t even form a complete sentence! What was circulating in my brain? What drug had stupefied me?

A soft, sensual laugh escaped his plush mouth, those long fingers sliding his own shirt over his head. My cheeks warmed instantly. I had, of course, seen my best friend without a shirt before, but this was different. It meant something new.

A promise; an oath between lovers. The gate that had been locked for so long trundled open, waiting for me to cross—to step over that threshold and erase the line.

Glittering onyx eyes met mine expectantly, flashing in bars of moonlight. I bit my lip, nervous swarms of butterflies wheeling in my belly. The heat of my cheeks was a wildfire that spread to my neck and chest as my hands trembled over my tank top. I couldn’t look at him, couldn’t let him see how truly nervous I was.

So I averted my gaze. But he was there to pull me back, to lead me toward that gate once again.

“Let me,” Namjoon purred, his hands covering mine.

They were so warm, so sure. The crown of his head met mine, craning me up to peer into those breathtaking eyes as he carefully, so carefully, slid the cotton of my top away. Inch by inch I felt myself being exposed to his steady, bright gaze: the swatch of stomach above my shorts; the tiny, decorative bellybutton; the staircase of ribs; and, finally, the lace covering my breasts.

I felt every insecurity rack me in the gut. I’m too fat. I’m too ugly. I’m too…

“Goddamn—you’re beautiful, you know that?”

Those sharpened knives dove back into their respective drawers to be revisited at another time. For now, Namjoon had control of my securities, my confidence—my heart. I loosed a breath, tremors still raking down my body as his chest brushed mine. His eyes found my darting pair, and he smiled—no predator sensuality, just a chaste, warm smile that held me still, his palms cupping my cheeks.

“We don’t have to do this, ok?” I nodded and began looking down again, but he gave my face a gentle squeeze. “Just tell me when to stop.”

But I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to live in this glorious moment for an eternity, not the blink of a mortal life. I wanted this piece of him for myself. It was selfish, and needy, and possessive, but it was so true it pained me to think that it really was just a brief, passing moment of human life.

That epiphany set off something inside of me—some sort of primal aggression. One that sent me clinging to him, breathing him in greedy gulps, consuming anything I found within. His eyes widened, utterly shocked by the shift. Who is this girl?  

I felt—more than moved—my mouth collide with his, teeth singing painfully as they crashed, and my tongue swept the aching porcelain, delving into his sweet, sweet mouth. Memorizing the sinuous cavern, I felt his arms encircling my waist, holding me to his molten heat, the shock dissipating.

His hands were rooting through my sun-kissed hair, touching my nape with such sexual prowess I nearly melted away. My own hands clawed at the golden skin of his shoulders, his arms, his back—anything I could find purchase upon. The dance between mouths and tongues, and dominance, and lust raging on within this fleeting moment.

We may not have an eternity, but I sure as hell am going to make this last as long as possible…

Aggression subsided, as uncertainty, awkwardness, and embarrassment took the reins once again. My lips halted in their pursuit down his jaw and neck, unsure of how to proceed. I was letting logic cloud instinct. Fear of the unknown had me caught in its web, frozen in its phantom fingers. Blinking, I stared at the planes of his chest, marveling at how the white-wine glow of starlight lit each muscle, each line, to absolute perfection.

Barrels of uncertainty fell over me. How can I please this perfect being? How can I touch him? How do I touch him?

But then I saw those eyes. Those eyes that glittered like tiny universes. Those eyes with their nebulous glow. Eyes that beheld me in the same way I did him. With love, with admiration, with fear and disbelief—with the heat of earth’s scorching core.

Just do it.

“Do you want to sto—.”

I dove into those lips once more—departing through the swinging gate; past the point of no return. I was vulnerable—totally exposed in those twisted sheets, writhing along a sea of gold. An ocean made of secrets and sighs and skin. Finally, only our flesh parted us, and then it was like we were one—like we were really, truly apart of each other. One breath; one, single, throbbing, beating heart.

“Are you ready?”

The precipice loomed before me. A dark, indefinite ravine. Should I jump? Or will I stay here, hanging onto this edge. Onto my safety. Onto my sanity.  

My throat worked down a nervous lump. My blood rushed in my ears until it was the only sound in the sticky room. Namjoon’s groans and my breathless sighs disappearing in hazy little clouds, hiding behind that harvest moon.

I had dreamed of this moment for so long, had waited patiently to embrace it. I envisioned how he would taste, feel, touch, but now that I was here, teetering on this cliff, I found myself hesitant, afraid of that endless fall.

Will you catch me, Namjoon? Or will I splatter over the jagged stones left behind? Will you leave behind more scars for someone else to kiss, to caress—to coax back into a cage?  

His eyes were watching, waiting—waiting for me to make up my mind: to stay or jump. Jump with him. Cross that line in the sand.

Fingers brushed my cheeks, steadying his impulsive, naked hips. The tip of his sex pressed into my thigh, and it was all I could do to breathe, to remind my lungs what that even meant.

Goodnight, love. I love you—always. Sweet dreams. —Noah.

Noah.

Who?

Noah.

Oh, God…

“I can’t—I can’t do this!” I cried. My palms were pushing that perfect heat away, pushing that gate firmly closed. I wriggled free from his grasp. A petrified child cowering in the corner of my bed.

“You have to leave.”

“Please, don’t do this. Please, not aga—,” he begged. Those hands fumbled for the girl he’d awoken on the lawn.

She was fading. Fast.

“Now.” My voice was a flat, dead thing in my throat. The air was polluted with it, suffocating us—choking me.

How could I have forgotten about Noah? How could I do this to him?

Because you love Namjoon.

Ebony eyes flashed, nameless emotion flickering within those glowing embers as he scuttled away, collecting his clothes with inhuman speed. He was at the doorway before I’d even lifted my head from my knees.

“What happened…what happened to your dream?” The back of his tee-shirt shifted with the word, moving with his strangled cry.

I found my own voice to be brittle, threatening to crumble with each strained breath. “It’s complicated, Namjoon. Noah—he—.”

One muscular arm braced itself to the doorframe. His shoulders racking with sobs at the mere mention of my boyfriend’s name. Cries clawed their way up my throat for Namjoon, for our lost dreams, for Noah, for my betrayal.

And then, my best friend said in his smooth, calm voice, “I understand.” And just like that, he was gone. A fading white dot on my stairs, on the concrete, in his car, driving back to his reality while I sat broken in mine.

“You’re still my dream,” I whispered, rocking onto my heels, salted cheeks cold against the warm summer night.

My phone vibrated, lighting with one message to remind me that, “yes, tonight was real, and you royally messed it up. Nice going.”

Namjoon’s name. I winced, but allowed myself to read the words typed on the screen: You’re still my dream. When you remember that girl that said the same to me, find me. I’ll be waiting. Goodbye. Good luck in the Big Apple, I always knew you could do it, bucket. I love you.  

I never replied before I left for my new journey. I left behind the tension, that night, and Kim Namjoon. But I brought along the baggage of guilt, anger (with myself), and Noah.

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