Do U Have Any Poly Bts X Reader Recs? Ive Been So Obsessed With This Trope Lately

do u have any poly bts x reader recs? i’ve been so obsessed with this trope lately😣

🌷 Hello! I haven't really read a lot of poly fics to give a decent reco. But I guess I can share what I've been reading. 😊

OT7 Fics

🌷 updated every time I remember an author or a fic [updated: 2021 Mar 11]

Nutjobs @ironicarmy (ongoing)

Eight friends. One terrible idea. A whole lot of trouble. Welcome to No Nut November. (this is just funny! 😅)

Thou Shall Not Steal @xherxx (ongoing)

Mafia AU, Spy AU, action, E2L

check their masterlist for other poly aus

VOID @btssavedmylifeblr (ongoing)

You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all. (this is ❤️)

Ethereal Orbit @nomseok (ongoing)

somehow you’ve landed on this strange planet named Utepnia and you have to save their race from extinction.

Dance to This @hollyhomburg (sequel is still ongoing)

Hybrid AU. Also included this in a fic rec list based on an ask about member/reader with disability fics

Sh @wwilloww (ongoing)

Wilderness!Au. Friends to Lovers. Smut. Fluff. 

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?

Abundance @angelicyoongie (ongoing)

You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don’t get along – but all want to stay with you.

In my reading queue #ReadwithMe:

Seven Sins @krreader - historical au, concubine!reader

Moonchild @jeonggukkiepabo @becomingbts - soulmate au

Also try the masterlists of the ff. authors:

@minniepetals @pasteljeon @bang-tan-bitches

Enjoy! 🤗

Ｃａｒｎａｇｅ ＪＨＳ

Synopsis - The world has come to and end with a Virus breaking out and depleting the population. On your quest for survival you find your life getting mixed in wth the one of a gang

Pairing - Dark! Yandere! Gang leader! Jung Hoseok x Fem!Reader

Warnings - DUBCON, acts of violence, gaslighting to the extreme, kinda kidnapping, Prevert Hoseok. To the extreme.

Authors Note - Keke Palmer and Gabrielle Union in this one. All I have left to post is a Joon fic then Ill be able to get to requests!!

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

The virus has ravaged the world, tanking the population to being barely anything. Without any form of power in place, people had turned into monsters, gangs forming and hurting anyone who came in their path. Without any government, thus no true form of punishment, they lived off the thrill, doing whatever sedated their impulsive urges.

The underbelly of humanity had truly surfaced.

And throughout it all you'd been safe, hiding out in an abandoned motel. The place was pretty fortified and hidden protecting you from the outside world. It placed you in a place of never needing to protect yourself and just having to get through each day. You knew what the world had become but just refused to acknowledge it. It's not like you ever had to encounter it anytime soon.

Plus you had a small group with only two other members.

Keke was the sort of scavenger of the group. She could make anything out of what she needed often fortifying new inventions for the sake of keeping the group hidden and to benefit their survival. Keke often gave you new technology to use as the means of preserving food and gathering clean water. Not only that but she was pregnant, something that worried you but she always brushed it off saying she was going to be just fine.

Your other companion was Gabrielle or Gabi for short. She was a sort of leader, taking the role of guidance when it came to survival. You didn't mind that there even was a leader, that type of meaningless mindset went away when people decided to murder each other for fun. Plus her guidance was usually helpful and aided in keeping the others away from facing the world for what it became.

However the current reality was, that your group would soon run out of food and materials. That led you to walking about a mile down to the nearest convince store. This was your first interaction with the outside world in general since that day of finding your group.

All you had was a duffel bag and was told to fill it to the brim. So you left, taking your precious time to get to the store. Once you got there, you moved the slab of wood, that acted in place of the door. You slipped inside quietly trying to avoid as much attention being drawn to yourself as possible.

It was in pretty bad shape, the interior reeking of blood and gore. Yet the shelves still had something for you to scavenge. So you began to quietly take canned goods and sat them gracefully in your bag. By the time you were done, there was a good bit left on the shelves. This could mean an endless supply of food, and you couldn't wait to get back to the group. They'd be so happy to know of permanent food access, just in case you were to run out again.

About to leave, your eyes darted across the room, landing on a lonesome bookshelf. You loved to read, no matter what the genre was. It would take you to a new reality of sorts, one where you couldn't be bothered or harmed. It was a feeling you craved during these dark times.

So you sat there on the ground in silence looking at the backs of books, seeing which ones you were going to take back with you. The majority was romance, making you swoon much more. You never really had any real relationships before the outbreak, so you'd taken to once more looking at books to fill that hole.

Yet you couldn't even realize that someone was right behind you.

“That one's pretty good.”

You shot up and turned around looking face to chest with a tall black-haired man. He smiled snidely as you stumbled back ensuring to not collapse into the bookcase. “Wow your jumpy, it's alright. I ain't gon hurt ya.”

“What do you want-” You mustered out quickly. “Please don't take my supplies! I need to feed my gr-”

“Shhh,” His finger went on top of your lips, his thumb rubbing over your bottom lip. “I don't want that meaningless junk. I'd rather something more valuable. Ya know something worthwhile.” He whispered, voice hushed into your ear. Your palms became sweaty as he kept taking steps toward you. He was cornering you in, his whole being threatening you to not make any noise.

“Please, I'm so sorry.”

“You know, you're in Hope territory right?” The Hope gang was one of the 7 harshest gangs that came from the populous wipe. And you being in their territory meant the worse for you.

“I didn't know! I swear, please I'm sorry.”

“Ya know ya got consequences for that right?” He kept moving towards you, his hands now falling on your thighs. They moved up slowly to grab at your ass harshly. You gasped out, feeling tears prick at your eyes. “I think a good consequence is coming with me.”

His hands were now on your hips.

“You should be with me.”

His thumbs rubbed at your stomach.

“Please me.”

He let out a groan of seemingly pleasure his final statement now close to your ear once more.

“Fuck me.”

You needed to get out of here.

Now.

You grabbed a nearby empty rack and shoved it forwards. The man stumbled back and you took off, leaving the duffel bag behind.

You had to get away from that freak. You pushed the wood out of the way not even looking back at the Hope Gang member. You pushed your body, speeding down the open road.

Yet men started to appear all around, chasing after you. All of them were apart of Hope Gang.

You looked back seeing the man just standing there, a wicked smile on his face. He waved at you, creepily, then put two fingers in front of his mouth and licked in between them, taunting you.

That made you turn around quickly and start running again.

This was the closest you've ever been to the outside apocalyptic world. And you were never going to do that again.

☀️

When you finally made it back to the base, you'd lost the men chasing after you.

“Keke! Gabi!”

The two women came down at the sound of your yells. “What happened? Where's the bag?” Gabi instantly asked you.

“The Hope gang. I was on Hope territory!” You frantically pushed out. You were sobbing, all the while heaving to try and catch your breath.

“Oh god, did they see where you went?!” Gabi asked patting your shoulder. “Forget that, come on let's go into my room.” You nodded heaving again, your group going up the stairs and into a room. Gabi sat you down on a bed and stood across from you leaning on a wall. Keke sat next to you, rubbing your arm comforting you.

Gabi took a deep breath in. “Did they see you, see where you went, or anything that could reveal our location?”

“A bunch of their men saw me. I lost them though so I don't think they know where we stay.”

“Then it's all good. Let's just forget about it alright? If something were to happen, wouldn't it have happened already?” Keke added. You both turned to look at her. She did have a point, the majority of the gangs worked on instinct rather than any actual plans. “Let's just have the day continue as normal.”

“Alright, if you say so, let's resume to normal, you got dinner right?” Gabi pointed at you. You nodded giving a thumbs up. “Let's just hope they let this slide.”

☀️

For 4 days it was peaceful. You almost forgot the encounter.

Almost.

BANG!

You jumped out of bed heart stopping at the loud noise. You had on only a tank and a pair of pajama pants. The book you were reading was strewn out next to you. Gabi's voice and an oddly familiar voice could be heard outside your door.

“Where is she?!”

“No! I'm not telling you shit- Wait let go! Let the fu-”

Her voice was now muffled. You moved to peek out the window seeing the dark-haired man from earlier breathing heavily. You took not another second to look and closed the blinds quickly. Backing further into the room, staying quiet, your hand covered your mouth. The fuzziness of your pajama bottom and top helped you have something to choke on to keep quiet.

“I got one last room to go through! Wonder if this is it? Let's see huh…”

At the sound of that you moved to the bathroom, hiding in the bathtub.

The sound of the door creaking open terrified you. You put your sleeve back into your mouth trying to be quiet. You could hear his footsteps echoing forwards. “I know your in here baby. The bed is still messy, and would you look at this, a book? ‘Carnage’? That's cute.”

He steps were getting closer.

“I've been thinking about you.”

He was looking around your room. You could hear him begin to move towards your bathroom. This was for sure going to be the end of you.

“I need you to be with me, I know you want that too.”

The door opened. The only thing hiding you was the shower curtains.

“Think about that peace we could have baby. You and me on the top of the world.”

Then you were blinded by the sudden the light.

“Found you.”

And for sure it was him. He pulled you up by your forearm, his smile growing wider and wider. “Please, please, please, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!”

“Shh Shhh. You're not in the wrong here baby. No need for that. I'm here to take you somewhere better.” He sounded purely delusional. “Shit I never even told you my name!” You tried to go for the bathroom door that was now wide open, but he quickly moved to where his huge frame covered the opening. His hand slammed the door shut, making you jump back into the wall, tripping on the toilet. “The names Hoseok baby. Leader of the Hope Gang.”

Well shit. The fucking leader of one of the most notorious gangs was seeking you out. Now you had to comply.

“H-Hu-Hi.” That's all you could muster out.

“You're adorable. Just adorable! I'm going to have so much fun with you.” Hoseok dug in his back pocket and fished out a cloth. “Now just to be safe, we gotta play the part baby.”

His hands made quick work covering your mouth. You nodded quickly, beginning to cry.

“Now act scared.”

If only he knew.

☀️

The Hope Gang had broke past the wall. Hoseok had you all lined up with gags in your mouths. His men were raiding the place and taking whatever they wanted. He kept his eyes always on you. You were down on your knees in between Gabi and Keke.

“Now we been watching y'all for days! And this one was on my territory.” Hoseok pointed his gun at you. You knew it was loaded, he'd told you that. It was a precaution for your other friends, he was willing to go all the way just for you. “So how do you guys suppose we settle that?” He got up close and personal with Gabi, then Keke, and finally you. He winked at you and smiled. “Nothin’ huh?”

Gabi struggled against her bound mouth, the cloth working it's way out of her mouth. “Please! We're sorry, she's sorry, you don't have to do this.” Hoseoks head whipped to her direction.

“Aww you gotta ruin the fun of the whole interrogation thing. But I got a solution, and as you see it's already in process, I just want a little cherry on top of all I'm getting tonight.”

Then he looked at you.

Eyes full of lust and power. With each slow step, you inch away. Your mind started running you began to have second thoughts about everything. The best thing to do was go into hiding, and get the fuck out of there.

Yet of course it hadn't gone your way at all

He began to rush at you, grabbing the back of ur neck and pulling you up. You yelled out and began to thrash. Hoseok pressed your foreheads together trying to somewhat calm you down. His breath fanned over your face and he spoke quietly. “You're doing amazing. Sorry about that.” He pulled away and licked the side of your face, making you visibly shiver and tremble.

“Fucking let go of her! You fucking freak!” Gabi yelled launching at the two of you. But all she did was fall on her side. Your captor looked at her before turning back to you, giving you a bone-chilling smile. He purses his lips together shushing you.

“Watch this.”

He walked slowly to Gabi, aiming his gun at the pocket inside of Gabi's leg. Right at her knee. He pulled the trigger and she let out a scream. He for sure blew her knee out. He laughed in her face, drowning out her yells. You yelled in the arms of the gang along with Keke. Then he looked back at you and blew out her other knee. “That's sure is a lot of blood!!”

Then he looked at Keke. “No! No no no no no!” She began to yell shielding her stomach. “Please please please,” She began to chant.

Drool pooled inside your gag as you tried yelling at him but he was so focused. So unphased. “Shit your pregnant huh?” He taunted standing over her. She nodded frantically.

“Wanna know a secret?”

Keke nodded once more.

“I'm gonna put one of those,” He kneeled down and rubbed at her stomach. You could hear her breathing hitch as he soothingly rubbed on her. “In her. Tonight.” He pointed straight at you.

No…. No…. Your body shook in fear as he laughed and laughed right in Keke's face. “Now I'm not gonna mess with you, your gonna need all that strength for that baby.” He got up and wrapped an arm around your waist. “Shit I need to kill something now, got all that hype for nothing.” He pointed the gun in your direction shooting past you at a random gang member, blood shooting on your face, making you let out a shrill scream. He laughed and Hoseok game up next to you.

You began to struggle and he hoisted you up on his shoulder. “Y'all got a lovely home by the way, sorry to intrude!”

☀️

Hoseok spent the whole time on the way there talking with you. Praising your “performance”, asking you questions, and getting to know you. And of course you answered them why wouldn't you? His whole deamnor shifted as he doted on you and holding you close. The entire interaction was intamite.

So when you arrived to a lively casino, you didn't know what to expect. Hoseok put that much trust in you to let you walk freely to the front doors.

“This is our main base baby, and we run everything.”

“W…. We?”

“Yeah baby, your a equal to me now. Well maybe a little less, but to me an equal. Well I hope you like it, I made sure those fucking idiots cleaned up a bit just for you.” Then he opened the doors.

The entire inside was this huge hangout spot almost party esque environment. It was a whole new experience something you haven't felt in what seemed like years. They all seemed nice to Hoseok as he brought you to the back. They greeted him and he greeted back, almost like they've been friends for years. “Sorry guys, I gotta bring my princess to her room!”

Wow he made sure you got your own room. He was really dedicated and ready just for you.

He brought you to a large set of doors in the back and you assumed this was his room, well your room now, as everything was filled with the most luxurious of luxuries. The bed was covered in the fluffiest comforter like you'd never seen before. Then you saw this beautiful pink decorated corner, which had rugs, pillows, and finally a bookcase filled with books. He looked so pleased with your reaction. Hoseok drunk everything in his hands wrapping around your waist.

His hips ground against your ass, and you swore you could feel him getting harder by the second. “You like it?” He whispered into your neck.

“It's, It's so thoughtful. How'd you know I liked all this stuff?” You asked giving a small smile.

“I've been watching you for a while. Even before I saw you in the store. I just knew I wanted you, so I watched you, finding out all those little things, just waiting for the day I took you. You were just so beautiful.”

You shivered at that confession. But nonetheless nodded and began to walk towards the bed only to be stopped by Hoseok. “Hm?”

“Let's get you in the tub, we don't want the bed to get dirty do we?” Hoseok held the small of your back and walked you to another side room, a large opening leading to a beautiful bathroom. You only just remembered blood being spalttered all over you. On the wall in front of you sat a beautiful white tub, adorned with gold accents. “Come on let's get those nasty clothes off.” You felt his hands travel to the bottom of your shirt and Hoseok pulling off it off, letting your breasts fall out. “Fuck these are perfect.” Next was your bottoms and those slipped off easy in compared to the top. You went for your own panties and slipped them off allowing yourself to be completely bare.

Hoseok walked over to the tub and turned on the faucet, water filling up it's porcelain insides. You stood far away from him, caked in dirt and blood as this was your first bath in what seemed to be days and the nights previous events. His fingers dipped into the water, and with his other hand beckoned you over. You moved to stand next to him in complete scilence, and got in the tub once he was done checking the water. He gave you a small smile before getting up and walking off, leaving you alone.

This gave you an opportunity to look around and really take in more of your surroundings. The bathroom was so spotless it looked barely lived in. There was a goregous view however, yet it didn't seem like that big of a deal in the hindsight of it all. Seeing that everything that surrounded his casino built paradise was some form of a hellish landscape.

You were drawn from your deep thoughts as a bottle of soap was placed next to you. Then you looked up and saw Hoseok, completely naked. You quickly advert your eyes and focus on the water as Hoseok grabbed a towel, wetting it and rubbng some soap into it. He washed at your body making sure to touch any and all crevice of you, focusing on groping at your chest especially. Finally he reached your legs and wiped around your exposed cunt especially but making sure not to touch directly at it.

Atleast he knew some health precautions.

Lastly he washed you off with water and wiped your face clean, now focused on your hair picking out dirt and blood. Once again showing how intamite he could be.

Then he went to himself, gettng in the tub behind you cleaning off the blood especially. You sat there awkwardly letting the man keep working at himself. By the time he was done, the water was a murky color and you couldn't wait to step out. In which Hoseok did as well, pulling you up softly. “Awe look at that, your goregous baby. And you smell so nice.” He complimented drying you off.

He walked you over back to the bed room after which surprised you. He'd set up lit candles and rose petals everywhere. Almost as if you were celebrating an anniversary of some kind, which couldn't be farther from the case. Hed just shot in your friends knees not even a day ago. Then threatened to impregnate you.

Oh. That what this is. You need to leave quickly.

And you did, pushing away from him, in only a frilly pink robe, swinging open the door. He was crazy everyone in here was crazy. Your feet pattered on the floor as you ran past men of all kinds, your only goal being was to reach the end and get away from the man that kept making advances on you.

You were so close.

That was until you were grabbed by your hair and swung to the ground. The wind flew out you as you choked on your own spit. “Got her boss.” Hoseok stood only a few feet away from you and he looked calmer than ever. Hoseok took slow steps towards the two of you and pulled out that same gun he used earlier. He began to tsk and pressed the gun to the man's hand that currently held your hair in vice grip. Hoseok motioned for him to let go of you all the while keeping that gun pressed to his hand. The guard moved it slowly, right before Hoseok pulled the trigger blowing off his hand.

Blood splattered on you again as the man yelled out. He yowled out in pain yelling insults left and right.

“You fucking bitch!”

“She's never going to like you! Never fucking ever!”

“Your fucking twisted ma-”

Hoseok shot him in the head without a second thought. He grabbed your upper arm and started walking back to the room. Everyone refused to even look at you before Hoseok threw you back in his room. He slammed the door shut locking it this time. “Why did you do that huh? I'm giving you everything you could've ever wanted and fucking more!”

You stayed quiet, walking back until you hit the bed falling on it. You could feel flower petals beneath you making everything far worse. Hoseok was now over you about to strike you with the end of his gun.

“Speak or I swear to god I'll fucking-”

“I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me. I was scared!” You his beneath your hands trying to shield yourself from his rage. You knew he had it but he never showed it too you until this moment.

And he still didn't.

Hoseok fell on the bed on top of you. He crashed your lips together holding your face with both of his hands, brushing the gun against the side of your face. The moment felt wrong, like it shouldn't have happened. Because within all the bad in the world, your kidnapper brought you bliss. Blood covered both of your faces and he rubbed it into your skin.

All you wanted to do was surrender yourself to all the emotions you felt. It was all so overwhelming, Hoseok was such a dangerous man and strangely that danger attracted you further into him. All those books you read about evil mafia men, made you crave that love. However Hoseok seemed to be more than those fake men, now being real and in love with you, soemthing gave into so quick and wasy.

You let your robe fall back off you, while Hoseok feverishly went for his pants. They fell down in a pile, all at his feet. He rubbed at his cock, pre dripping on your lap.

“Touch it.” He ordered.

Almost in a daze your hand went straight to his girth and you began to slowly stroke him. In which he groaned out and pulled off his shirt, the blood from one of his own crew members still stained the side of his face. He spat on his hand and instantly rubbed at your clit. You let out a mewl and your stroking faltered for a bit. “Please…”

“Please what?”

You didn't want to admit it. You couldn't admit it that this was your first time being touched in a long time and now wanted someone who hurt multiple people in front of you to fuck you senseless. So all you could do was whimper and pull away to dig your nails into your thighs. Hoseok let out a small snicker before speaking again.

“You want me to fuck you?”

You nodded sheepishly.

That sealed your fate.

Hoseok pushed you back and pulled you by your ankles, bringing your legs up to meet your head. He slapped his tip against your leaking hole before slamming in. He let out a loud groan and you moaned out, vision blinded temporarily. He wasted no time fucking you senseless, you must’ve already came once because as he pulled out his length, your cream was plastered on his cock. “Yes! Cream that shit!”

“I- I cant take it- Ahhh- Much Longer!!” You yelled out nails digging in his back. Another orgasm was coming and it was coming fast. Hoseok went to rub at your clit and he slammed into you, seemingly feeding off whatever energy you gave him.

“Wow, your really pent up huh?!” He grabbed you by your hair and pulled you in, kissing you passionately. “I’m about to fill you up so good…I’m gonna get you nice and preg- ugh- pregnant.” He groaned against your lips.

That was a real wake up call.

“Ple- Wait st-” Hoseok shushed you up, by connecting your lips again, going even harder than ever. You were blinded once again by your own release and the feeling of his own. He collapsed on top of you, not even trying to pull out.

“God I love you. I love you so much.”

All you could do was sit there, covered in sweat and blood, as your captor cuddled you to sleep.

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Czytaj dalej

seven sins | chapter eight.

pairing: bts x reader ; kim namjoon x reader fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; historical!au ; princes!bts ; concubine!reader ; abuse ; mentions of sex genre: fluff ; angst word count: 1.2k+ previous: 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7

summary: even in times such as yours, you still led a privileged life with nothing to ask for. that is until first your father, then your mother died and you were left to care for your two younger sisters. the position for royal physician seemed to be open and with your father having been a general and your mother having been a maid for the queen, you thought you might be able to get it.. little did you know that your visit to the palace would put a completely different offer on the table.

a/n: we hate the queen in this house, but we love prince namjoon <3

You were having breakfast on your own today, or at least, that’s what you thought you would have. Because you couldn’t even sit down before a handful of guards walked into the hall where all the concubines were eating.

“The queen has ordered us to take you to the physician to see who of you is with child.”

Czytaj dalej

Void Bonus Chapter - Namjoon

Summary: Namjoon is having a hard time keeping his crew on mission.

Word count: 6.8k

This chapter takes place concurrently with the events of Chapter 7 of Void.

Content warning: This chapter features some erotica that Namjoon brought on board with him. Be warned the erotica features a commander being kidnapped by aliens and forced to impregnate them, so it's non-consensual. It's heavily stylized, he is mostly enjoying himself and it's not meant to be actually happening within the universe of our story, but it is intentionally written as partially arousing and partially horrifying. If that isn't something you feel like reading, skip second portion of italicized text. You won't miss anything plot related if you skip it.

“We should all be having sex. For the good of the mission.” The chief botanist puts her hands on her hips and flips to the last slide of her powerpoint. “Here are my sources.”

Namjoon can’t make out the words, but it seems like a lot of sources. 

“Any questions?” she asks, staring down each crew member in turn, a shocking level of confidence for a woman who just propositioned a whole room of lonely horny men. She locks eyes with Namjoon and there is a determination there that is impossible to deny. It scares him. 

Someone laughs nervously. Namjoon leans back in his chair, trying to keep his face steady as he decides the appropriate response. He doesn’t want to embarrass her, but this is ludicrous. Why is she doing this?

“You put sources on your powerpoint about how we should all start fucking?” Yoongi asks.

 Namjoon clenches his fist beneath the table, trying to contain the surge of rage that floods through him. Yoongi must be at fault somehow. None of this was a problem before she started getting involved with Yoongi. How can he joke about this now?

“It’s important to cite your sources,” she mutters in response, shoulders slumping. Namjoon needs to get her out of here. He needs to make sure she’s okay.

“Are you saying we should start fucking you or each other?” Taehyung asks.

“I meant you should all have sex with me,” she replies, biting the corner of her lip and looking back at her wall of sources. That can’t be what she wants. Can it?

“But like, how would that work?” Jungkook asks.

“Well there are seven of you, so one per day seems doable.” She licks her lips, scanning the room. When her eyes lock with Namjoon’s, his stomach flips. 

Jin leans over next to him and whispers, “Um, commander, are you going to say something?”

Namjoon grimaces. What is he supposed to say? She’s staring at him again and the back of his neck is sweaty. 

Jimin whirls to face Yoongi. “Was this your idea?”

“Look,” Yoongi throws up his hands. “It’s not my fault she’s such an insatiable slut.”

Any attempt to conceal his anger evaporates as Namjoon surges to his feet. “Officer Min! How dare you address your colleague that way!” Only Jin’s hand on his arm stops him from grabbing the flight engineer by his jumpsuit and throwing him onto the table. 

Yoongi recoils backward from the table, but their botanist steps forward. “No, no, no, Commander,” she says, placing herself between him and Yoongi.  “Yoongi’s right.” Her eyes fix on Namjoon's, pupils dilated. “I am an insatiable slut.”

Namjoon’s stomach does that flip-flop again. “What?” 

“I need you to fuck me, Commander,” she says, stepping closer, coming to stand, between him and the kitchen table. “For the good of the mission.”

“I…” Namjoon stammers. Her gaze trails up and down his body and he feels hot all over. This is wrong. It’s inappropriate. He doesn’t even feel that way about her. She’s his crew member, she’s always just been part of his crew. Fuck, why is he getting hard right now?

“Well, someone is going to have to fuck her,” Jin mutters from beside him, still seated. “It’s really becoming a problem.” 

“Please, Commander…” she whispers, leaning against the table and teasing at the zipper of her jumpsuit.

Namjoon’s cock is fully erect now. “But… but…” He searches for words. He shouldn’t do this. Why shouldn’t he do this?

“Come on, Commander, we all know Jimin isn’t satisfying her properly,” Jungkook chimes in. 

Jimin. Surely Jimin will be bothered if his commanding officer fucks his girlfriend. Namjoon looks to Jimin, expecting him to object. But Jimin justshrugs. “Let’s see what you got, Commander.”

“Like the gorillas,” she says, propping her butt up on the table and spreading her legs a bit wider. “The alpha male should go first. Our leader should set an example for everyone else.”

“I’m not a gorilla!” Namjoon objects, palms beginning to sweat. “And I’m not an alpha male! This isn’t part of my job.”  Her shoulders are bare as she shimmies them out of the jumpsuit and he gasps as he realizes she is naked underneath. 

“Where are the rest of your clothes?” He asks, reaching for her before she can remove the jumpsuit fully. He needs to stop her. He needs to protect her. But she takes his outstretched hands and guides them to her breasts, letting the jumpsuit fall to her waist. 

“Yes!” Jungkook does a little fist pump next to him. “Show us how it’s done, Commander!” he urges, looking back and forth between the biologist and the commander. 

Her skin is so warm. Namjoon groans out loud. Her nipples perk up against the palms of his hands and his dick throbs and it’s so wrong but all he can do is stare as her warmth seeps into him.

“I’m sorry my hands are so cold,” he mutters. Has she always been this attractive? Has she been running around his ship like this for two years and he was only saved from himself by some beige coveralls? 

She laughs, letting go of his hands to discard her jumpsuit entirely. She's now bare on their kitchen table, save for one pair of small red panties, surrounded by seven ravenous men. But she’s only looking at Namjoon. His dick strains against his own clothes as she drops to her knees in front of him, naked breasts bouncing free from his hands.

“I needed to be ready for you, Commander,” she whispers. “Ready for you to use.”

“Holy shit,” Jungkook gasps from beside him.

“No, wait, stop.” Namjoon tries to object one last time. “The whole crew is here.”

She smiles. “I know. I intend to implement with full commitment.” She lowers her face to right in front of his crotch and mouths along the outline of his cock. The sensation lights all his nerves on fire. 

The whole crew is watching as she stares up at him from her knees. “Please, Commander,” she begs again, and his dick throbs yet again. “Please, I need you.”

“I… I don’t know…” he stammers. He’s not handling this correctly. What is he supposed to do now? They did not cover this in officer training. “Is that really what you want?” 

She nods, climbing up onto the table. “None of them can fuck me like you can.” She spreads her legs, revealing a large wet spot where her panties stick to her. She’s dripping for him. 

“Dude…” Taehyung whistles long and low. “I mean, you have to fuck her now. Look at her.”

Namjoon shakes his head. He can’t. He’s supposed to be impartial. He’s supposed to be better than this. But then she pulls the crotch of the panties to the side, revealing her wet, shameless cunt. 

He places his hands on her thighs. God, she’s so soft and she smells so good and he’s so hard. He picks up her thighs, pulling her right to the edge of the table and spreading her wide. He’s going to fuck her. Right here in front of his whole crew. It’s what she wants. It’s what she deserves. 

A loud thud echoes through Namjoon’s sleep pod as he crashes into his ceiling, startling himself awake . His top half has managed to wiggle its way out of his sleeping bag. His bottom half is sweaty, still trapped in his covers, dick standing at full attention. The gravity is off. 

“Well, shit,” he mutters, fighting to free himself from the hot confines of the bag. Yesterday’s meeting must have rattled him more than he was willing to admit. He checks his watch and finds it’s a little after 4 am Earth-time. Too early to get up and too early to turn the gravity back on. His dick pulses in reminder that it is wide awake, even if the rest of him isn’t. 

“That is highly inconvenient,” he groans, palming himself through his pajama pants. There’s no cold showers here. He pulls himself along the ceiling and over to his desk, kicking himself free of the sleeping bag as he goes. 

Waiting at his desk is his tablet. He picks it up, searching through the tabs until he reaches a file marked “Mars Mission” despite Namjoon never traveling to Mars . It’s disguised to look like a technical file, the first few pages copied from documents of his first lunar mission, just in case someone checked . But he only has to scroll a few pages to find what he wants. Something to solve his problem and take his mind off his crew member. 

Whores of Olympus Mons - First Book of the Martian Succubi Series

A woman with dark hair, huge breasts, and photoshopped green skin kneels over a red Martian backdrop, looking up at him with large green eyes . The only alien things about her are the color of her skin and her gravity-defying tits. Namjoon has smuggled all 18 books of the series on board.

He closes his eyes and draws a deep breath as his dick throbs again. His dream comes back to him now, visions of their botanist with her legs spread for him on the kitchen table. 

He shakes his head. It’s not about her. He’s not interested in her like that. She’s his co-worker and his responsibility, not some harlequin romance character. He’s just feeling a bit pent-up is all and yesterday’s meeting brought up some things he has been avoiding. But once he gets off and his head is clear again, he can figure out how to approach this professionally . He opens up Book 1. 

I wake up in darkness, head pounding. My helmet is gone, but I am still breathing. It’s a cave of some sort, cool and moist. A single ray of light shines down from a large crack above me, a sliver of the yellow-brown Martian sky visible just beyond it. Judging by the position of the sun, I’ve been unconscious for hours. Or maybe days.

 I’m suspended against a wall, my feet dangling about six inches off the floor. My arms extend out to either side of me. I try to move them and I can’t. I try to turn my head to look at them, but my head is stuck in place as well. A musky tar-like substance covers my whole back, neck, and down each arm and leg. Like a fly stuck in flypaper, I am pinioned in place. 

Fuck. I'm about to be eaten, right? I struggle, wiggling back and forth, but it only presses me further into the goop. Some giant space spider is going to emerge from the dark caverns in front of me and devour me. I only hope it’s quick. My skin starts to itch and I begin to feel feverish. Have I been stung? Is there venom working its way through my system now? I try to check myself for wounds, but without the ability to turn my head, I can’t tell. 

Something stirs in the darkness, just beyond the edge of the light. But it's a woman that emerges from the darkness, not a giant arachnid. She avoids the direct sunlight, but I can make her out well enough in the light filling the cave. Two things catch my eye immediately: one, she is naked and two, she is green. Other than her coloring, she looks human, with dark black hair falling in waves down her back, but something in the way she moves suggests other-worldliness, like the bones under her skin are not the same as mine. 

“Relax human, I am not going to eat you.” Her lips don’t move but her voice echoes inside my head as she holds my gaze with her piercing green eyes and keeps walking closer. Her voice is soft but deep, with a slight snake-like hiss trailing each word. 

I am not relaxed. “What are you? Where am I?” I ask, tugging futilely on my trapped limbs.

“Relax,” she hisses again in my head. She’s only an arm’s length away now. If my hands weren’t stuck to the wall, I could touch her. “You fell into our home. My sisters and I. But we will take care of you.”

I've been so preoccupied with this woman I didn’t even notice the dozen or so other women hiding in the shadows. But now I see their green feminine faces peering out of the shadows.

“You’re not human,” I say. Perhaps she doesn’t intend to eat me, but all the faces watching me appear ravenous. 

“No, we are not.” Her mouth smiles but the rest of her face stays smooth and changing. She reaches out and entwines her fingers with mine. Her skin is warm and soft and unnaturally smooth. Her fingers are shaped like mine, but she has no fingerprints, no ridges or creases, no wrinkles or blemishes of any kind. “We are shape-shifters.”

The burning sensation in my skin increases in intensity, radiating out from where she is touching me. “What do you want with me?” I pant, trying and failing to twist out of her grasp.

A pink pointed tongue flashes between her lips and a new sound echoes in my head. Repetitive bursts of hissing, like if a snake could laugh. 

“Our species has no males of its own,” she answers, trailing her fingers up and down my arm, heating my body further. “We can reproduce without them, but over time our gene pool becomes stagnant.” As she says it, her tongue protrudes from her mouth again and she begins to lick up my arm, using her tongue to free my hand from sticky goo. 

The warmth from her spreads to my groin where my dick begins to harden against my will. “And how does that involve me?” I gulp. 

She places my now free hand over her round, green breast. It has that same perfect smoothness as the rest of her. “You will mate with me. And my sisters. Until you no longer can.” 

My mind recoils in horror, but my cock leaps upward. Tingling sensations cover my whole body as I shiver. What will happen to me once I no longer can?

I try to pull my hand away from her, but I can’t, as if it's been magnetized to her flesh. If I get even a centimeter off the surface of her, an invisible force pulls me right back. She grins and begins freeing my other hand. 

She places one of my fingers in her mouth and begins to suck. Her mouth is warm and wet, but smooth inside. None of the hard teeth of a human mouth meant for eating. This mouth is purely decorative. She adds another finger. I can’t help but imagine what her mouth would feel like on my dick, which is now straining against the confines of my pants. 

“But my crew…” I pant, struggling and falling to remove my fingers from her mouth. “I have to go. They need me. I can’t stay here.”

That same hissing laughter reverberates through my head. “Your crew is gone. They left you here with us.”

She holds up my hand so I can see my life monitor flashing on my wrist. No heartbeat. No breathing. It looks like I am dead. My crew would have followed protocol and not come to find me if I were dead. I would have insisted on it if I were still on the surface with them and one of them had tumbled into a crater. No sense in risking everyone to save one. Especially one presumed dead. I am alone.

“Oh don’t look so sad,” she says, still sucking on my fingers. “We’ll take good care of you.” She places my other hand on her other breast, so both green globes rest in my hands. Two hard nipples poke into the palm of each of my hands.

“We can take whatever form is most pleasing to you.” As she says it, her breasts expand beneath my hands, growing larger and heavier, until they are nearly the size of my head. My hands barely cover the nipples. I can’t help squeezing, feverish with the desire to bury my face in them. My cock hurts with how hard it is pressing into my zipper, but I can’t adjust it with my hands glued to her breasts. 

As if she can read my thoughts, and perhaps she can, she glances down at my groin. She holds out one long finger and as I watch, it elongates and sharpens, until it is the size and shape of a kitchen knife.

I watch in horror, powerless to do anything but squeeze her enormous green breasts, as she uses her finger to slice clean down the center of my suit, cutting through all the layers like butter and leaving my bare torso exposed to the room. The watching women in the shadows exchange glances at each other and lick their lips. 

“You won’t be needing these anymore,” she says as she cuts through my pants as well. My erection bounces free and points directly at her. The remnants of my clothes remain stuck in goo behind me, my clothes hanging in tatters over my otherwise naked form. Weirdly the room doesn’t feel cold. In fact I am way too warm. 

“He is ready,” she says, still in my head, but not directed at me. “Get him down.”

Three of the other women, also naked, rush over to me. My heart races. I brace myself so that the moment my feet hit the ground, I can run. The other women repeat the same licking procedure to free my legs. I can’t turn my head to look, but I feel their little tongues running up along the backs of my legs, leaving behind my clothing. I am limp as they free me, not wanting to give away my plan. Finally the back of my head pops free of the sticky goo and I fall forward. 

My feet hit the ground, but they don’t support my weight. In fact they don't respond to me at all. I crumple forward into the arms of the first woman, falling to my knees and unavoidably burying my face in her chest. Even though I am free from the goop, my body remains limp and unresponsive. 

“What’s wrong with my legs?” I ask, my voice muffled by the enormous breasts on either side of my head. 

“Nothing’s wrong.” She strokes up and down my back in a tender gesture. “Legs are not necessary.”

All I can do is groan as she picks me up like a small child, leaving my face buried in her luscious chest. The collective attending women spread my tattered clothing on the floor and she lays me down on it, naked and unable to move. She detaches my hands from her breasts and they fall limp to the floor. My erection curves up toward my belly, undeterred by my powerlessness. 

As the women stand over me, I get my first glimpse of the slits between their legs. Pink, like their tongues, and wet, like their mouths. I wonder if they are smooth on the inside as well. My dick twitches, a small drop of moisture beading at the tip. My captor sees it and grins, licking her lips. 

“Prepare him,” she commands to her surrounding attendants. 

One of the women lays down next to me, grabbing the base of my cock and pointing it upwards. Another woman takes the opposite side, cupping my balls in her hand and rolling them around her palm. 

“He is full.” It’s hard to tell which of them says it when none of their mouths move, but it’s probably the one cradling my testicles. The one holding my cock licks her finger, then slides it into my ass. Whatever they have done to my legs seems to also be happening to my anus, because her finger meets no resistance.  As she prods at my prostate, more clear liquid trickles from my cock. “We are ready.” 

The first woman, the one with the still gigantic breasts, stands over me. I watch as the pink slit between her legs lowers closer and closer to my awaiting cock, forcibly pointed directly at her. As she gets closer, the tingling burning sensation clusters in my groin. It’s driving me crazy that neither of the other women move their hands at all. I can’t get away. I can’t make it happen faster. I can’t do anything but lie here and let them do what they want. Powerless to stop them. Powerless to end it. My cock is so hard it hurts. 

She reaches me and sinks down. She’s warm and wet, expanding to receive me. I groan in frustration as she moves down so very slowly. She’s so tight. Smooth and tight and warm and wet. Unlike a human woman, there is no end to her, she just keeps sucking my dick inside her until our pelvises are flush with one another. 

“Please, please,” I beg and I don’t know what I’m begging for. I want her to stop. I want to get up and leave this place. I don’t want to impregnate a hive of telepathic shape-shifting spider women. 

And yet… and yet the way she squeezes around me, the way she rakes her hands up and down my chest as she rolls her hips, the way her warm smooth skin feels under my hands, it’s all I can do to not explode on the spot. 

She smiles, as if she can feel my desperation. “No need for endurance here. You will come, again and again. No matter what you do.”

She rolls her hips again and squeezes even tighter and I’m coming. All the other hands begin moving and I cry out. The hand on my balls massages gently. The fingers pushing on my prostate pulse in rhythm with my own muscle contractions. It’s the longest orgasm I’ve ever experienced. My abs hurt from contracting over and over, trying to thrust up into her, but powerless to do anything but lie there and take it. 

I come so much that some of it leaks out back out of her, spilling down both sides of me. The woman with her finger in my ass uses her other hand to scoop some of it up and taste. “Mmm, he is delicious.”

The woman on top of me smiles, rubbing her lower belly contentedly. Maybe it is my imagination, but it looks slightly swollen. “Ah, you like this,” she says in my head. “You like watching me grow round with your seed. Come again for me and I will grow more.”

There’s no way. I’ve never been one for multiples and that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. My dick is already softening and yet she only gives me a moment before she is moving again. Something inside her seems to suck my dick into her, holding me in place even when no longer erect. It’s unbearable and astounding. All I can do is squeeze her breasts harder and beg her to stop. Then she starts moving again. 

 I think I might die. Over and over, she brings me to climax, with the aid of the hands of her eager accomplices. She places my hands on the swell of her abdomen and I can feel it as she swells again. She keeps growing larger, belly more and more distended and lord help me, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. 

Each time I come, I beg her to stop. “I can’t do it again. There’s no more left.” 

“You can and you will.”

The last time I come, my dick isn’t even hard any more.  But I still feel it pulse feebly inside of her. Every muscle in my body aches. There’s nothing left.

“He is empty,” one of them finally says. The woman on top of me smiles again and strokes my cheek. “Well done,” she whispers. 

“Are you…” I fight to ask on the edge of consciousness. “Are you going to kill me now?”

The hissing laughter echoes around the room. “Why would we do that?” The main woman asks. “Your stores will replenish overnight, yes?”

“Yes…” I nod, closing my eyes. 

“Then we’ll see you tomorrow,” she says. I feel myself being lifted and placed upright back on the wall, still naked. “There are still so many of my sisters needing your services.” My arms are pinned back into place and I lose consciousness. 

Namjoon stares down at the release cooling on his belly with a mixture of relief and regret. God, if any of his crew found this document… if they knew the trashy ridiculous things he was getting off on… How could they still respect him ? How could they still trust him with their mission and their lives? 

At least now that he’s not battling a hard-on, his perspective on their botanist is clearer. This sexual longing isn’t really about her. He’s sexually frustrated and she’s provoked this response in him by mentioning the thing that was previously unmentionable . As long as he can keep his own urges at bay, it shouldn’t be a problem. 

He is concerned about her though. Despite her assurances that she is of sound mind and knows what she’s doing, Namjoon doesn’t see a way this ends in anything but a larger problem for her . 

He navigates away from the porn to his messages and is relieved to find there are no signed HR forms in his email. Surprising though. His crew has more discretion that he would have guessed. 

________

Namjoon emerges from his sleep pod a little while later, having washed and dressed for the day, and heads for the bridge. It’s time to relieve Jin of bridge duty, so the pilot can get some sleep. 

Halfway to the bridge though, he discovers his chief engineer floating in the observation bay, staring out into the black night sky.

“Good morning, Officer Min.” They haven’t talked to one another since yesterday’s surprise powerpoint and Namjoon’s not sure he’s ready to have this conversation, but the slight frown on Yoongi’s face as he stares into space suggests he might need someone to talk to.

“Good morning, Commander.” Yoongi sips something out of a zero-g drink pouch. Probably coffee.

“How are you this morning?”  Namjoon asks, inwardly cringing at how awkward this feels. He and Yoongi have always had a peaceful relationship. They are comfortable with each other, work well together, have known each for years and have been on several missions together. But they don’t talk much about feelings. 

Yoongi side-eyes Namjoon, squinting skeptically. “I’m fine. Is there something I can assist you with, Commander?” 

Namjoon huffs, frustrated that Yoongi is making him spell it out. “I was surprised I didn’t receive an HR form from you this morning.”

Yoongi lifts an eyebrow and takes another sip of his drink. “You want us to sign the HR forms?”

“Well, no, no I don’t.” Namjoon shakes his head. “But I assumed, what with your relationship with our botanist…”

Yoongi grunts. “We don’t have a relationship.” 

Ugh, why does he have to make this so difficult? “But you did, didn’t you?” Namjoon asks.

Yoongi looks back out into space and shrugs in a way that feels entirely too nonchalant. “We helped each other out, when the need arose.”

“Goddamn it, Yoongi, can you please give a damn?” Namjoon chastises. “ All of this nonsense is your fault. The least you could do is care.”

“My fault? How is this my fault?” 

“You used her!” Namjoon roars, his frustration rushing out all at once. “You started this cause you couldn’t keep your own urges in check.” 

“You think I’m using her ?” Yoongi scoffs and it is enraging how little guilt he seems to feel about his role in this. “She doesn’t need you to protect her, Namjoon.”

Namjoon can’t help himself. He grabs Yoongi by the shoulders and spins him to face him. “No, she needs you to protect her. When this all goes south, which it inevitably will, it will all come down on her.” He shoves Yoongi away so hard that Yoongi has to grab onto the window sill to prevent flying to the other side of the room.

Yoongi sighs and slumps against the window, looking sad and defeated. “What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know. Can’t you go talk to her instead of sulking here? This whole seven forms thing just seems like an effort to make you jealous. Clearly your form is the one she wants the most.”

Yoongi laughs unhappily. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. I asked her to sign a form. Too fucking late obviously, but I did ask her.”

“You did?”

“Yeah and then she made a powerpoint explaining how she’d rather fuck six other men than be with me.”

“You wanted her to be exclusive with you?”

Yoongi sighs again, fidgeting with the now empty drink pouch in his hands. “When it started, I just wanted to make her happy.”

Uh oh. Namjoon has seen that wistful sadness once from Yoongi before, back before this mission . The flight engineer’s feelings must run deeper than he is willing to admit. “Well, shit,” Namjoon says.

“Yup.” Yoongi replies. 

Perhaps she really does want no-strings-attached ape sex. Their botanist seems to think she can biohack her way to group cohesion, emotions be damned . 

“Are you going to…?” Yoongi starts to ask, but trails off, perhaps deciding he doesn’t actually want to know. 

“Sign the form?” Namjoon asks. Yoongi nods. “No.” Namjoon shakes his head. “It’d be a huge ethical breach. Plus, I’m not sure I could take it. Best to never go down that road.”

There’s silence. Yoongi turns back to watch the stars out the window.

“If no one signs, do you think she’ll let it go?” Namjoon asks. 

Yoongi chuckles. “I doubt it.” 

“Yeah…” Namjoon didn’t have high hopes for that one. “Well, I’m due on the bridge. Take care of yourself, Yoongi.”

“You too, Namjoon.”

_______

Namjoon’s hopes of it all going away if no one signs are dashed the next day by a signed form from Taehyung. It’s not very surprising given how lonely and homesick Taehyung has been. 

But then there are no further forms for days. And everyone is behaving so professionally that he might think he had hallucinated the whole thing if he didn’t have his own ready-to-sign HR form from her still sitting in his inbox . 

It catches him off guard on Monday evening when his phone pings with a notification from Jin and he opens it to find a signed HR form . Really ? Jin? Why wouldn’t Jin talk to him about this first? Shit, he needs to find him. 

Namjoon checks Jin’s sleep pod, but he’s not there. He pulls up the form again to double-check, as he heads to the kitchen. Sure enough, Jin’s signature is scrawled right next to hers. 

Really ? Jin? He didn’t think his pilot had any particular interest in their botanist beyond collegiality . Or she in him, for that matter. At the meeting, Jin had only seemed concerned about the welfare of the group. 

Another ding on the tablet pulls Namjoon from his thoughts to discover there is yet another signed HR form in his inbox, this one from Jungkook . Uh oh. Something is happening. He starts walking faster.

Is Namjoon going to be the only one who doesn’t sign? But there’s no way he can sign, right? His job is to protect her and honor her and do what’s best for her. She’s his responsibility. His only female crew member. He’s her commanding officer. He can’t just be another man who fucks her. 

Namjoon’s inner crisis is suddenly ended by a head-on collision with something warm. Something soft. Something that giggles.

“What the-“ he says, throwing his hands up, eyes greeted by a wall of bare flesh. 

“Shit, sorry commander.” Jin says. Namjoon has been plowed into by his pilot hauling their botanist ass-up over his shoulder. And the warm soft things that had collided with his face were the backs of her naked thighs. “Excuse us.” Jin steps around him with no explanation and continues down the hallway. 

What the fuck is happening? 

He makes eye contact with her as she peers over Jin’s absurdly broad back. Her eyes go wide and oh god, she’s so cute. The mix of embarrassment, determination and mischief on her face is so appealing he’s having trouble even being angry about the obvious breach of protocol .  Right before they disappear from view into Jin’s sleep pod, he hears them both giggle. They’re having fun together. 

Ugh. Namjoon slumps against the wall and massages his forehead with one hand. What is she doing naked in the middle of the hallway? How is he supposed to keep things professional if she’s running around naked all the time? 

Namjoon clenches his fist and heads in the direction they came from, seeing if he can figure out what happened . He finds Jungkook in the kitchen, staring at a bowl of ramen noodles. 

“Jungkook?” Namjoon asks. “Everything okay?”

Jungkook looks up at him and swallows. “Um, yeah, um, fine.” The youngest crew member stands up, looking shaken. 

“Did you see what happened just now between our pilot and our botanist?”

Jungkook nods.

“Well? What happened?” Namjoon asks. 

Jungkook laughs in disbelief and shakes his head. “I’m not sure you’d believe me even if I told you.” He looks up, eye catching on the camera in the corner of the room. It’s covered by a cloth or something, Namjoon’s not sure what. Jungkook’s eyes widen again and he rushes over the camera, taking the cloth off the camera and tucking it into his pocket . “The camera recorded most of it.” Jungkook adds. “If you’ll excuse me Commander…” 

Jungkook weaves around Namjoon so fast, Namjoon barely has time to scold him. The specialist is rattled . He disappears into the hallway, leaving his noodles uneaten. 

None of this makes any sense. Has everyone lost their minds? Namjoon has half a mind to call Jin down for a cognition test right now. But he grits his teeth and heads for the bridge. 

Jimin is manning the bridge, but Namjoon boots him out, muttering something about "personnel issues" . He rushes over to the ship monitors and rewinds the recorded video of the kitchen feed by twenty minutes. 

He hits play when he finds Jungkook eating alone at the table.  For thirty seconds, nothing happens. Namjoon almost fast-forwards, but then shouting begins in the hall. 

“What do you want from me?” their botanist shouts, still out of sight of the camera.

Yoongi comes storming into the kitchen with her following closely behind. She’s glaring at the back of his head as he moves in the direction of the pantry. If Yoongi took Namjoon’s advice to talk to her, it wasn’t going well. 

She puts her hands on her hips and turns to Jungkook at the table.  “And what about you? Don’t you want to fuck me?”

Namjoon can’t see Jungkook’s face, but Jungkook’s whole body twitches. “I, um…” Jungkook stammers. 

She leans against the table, bending over him. “Didn’t you enjoy my video? Don’t you want to see the real thing?”

“Uh…” Jungkook shivers again, but gestures toward Yoongi. “ Maybe the two of you should talk this out…”

She crosses her arms, pressing her breasts upward and leaning further into Jungkook’s space . Namjoon has never seen her like this. She’s so determined. It’s both terrifying and arousing. 

“This isn’t about him,” she says, gesturing at Yoongi’s back. “Whatever the flight engineer wants to do is up to him. He knows where I stand. This is about me and you.”

Shit, where does she stand? What did she say to Yoongi? Does Yoongi really know what she wants? Because it didn’t seem like it the last time they talked. 

“It’s not like I’m not interested…” Jungkook’s legs bounce with nervous energy. “But I told you I was in love with you and you literally had a panic attack.”

Jungkook’s in love with her? When did that happen? How much has been happening on this ship that Namjoon doesn’t know about?

Their determined botanist startles slightly and pulls her tablet out of her pocket. Her eyes widen as she reads something on the screen. 

“What is it?” Jungkook asks, slight edge to his voice. 

And then Jin appears in the doorway and seems surprised to see her. “Oh, I thought you’d still be on shift.”

She looks equally surprised. “You signed the form,” she says. 

“What? He did?” Jungkook leans forward trying to see her tablet screen. 

“Oh, um, yeah,” Jin laughs. “That’s what you wanted right?”

“Yes, that’s what I wanted.” A shift comes over her as she stands up. Namjoon recognizes her change in demeanor, though he's only ever seen it before in regards to mission parameters or experimental protocols . She has a plan. Namjoon involuntarily shivers in anticipation. Every man in the room has his eyes fixed on her. “You’re the first one I’ve gotten,” she says. “So you can go first.”

“Wait, what?” Jin stammers. “But you and the commander?”

Kim Seokjin, you idiot. Namjoon puts his head down on the console in exasperation. If only he had asked Namjoon first. Why would he leap to this as the next logical step?

She shakes her head.”He didn’t sign.” Namjoon squints at her face on the screen, trying to gauge if she is disappointed by that. But the camera is too low resolution to decipher much of her expression. 

“You and Taehyung though? I saw him take off his shirt and cover the camera,” Jin argues. 

Goddamn, there is so much that Namjoon doesn’t know. He misses some of the next exchange as he wonders what exactly she was doing with a shirtless Taehyung. 

Jin is flustered now. “Oh, well, um…” he tugs at the collar of his jumpsuit. “ Maybe we can talk more about this after dinner?”

“That’s one option…” she moves closer to him, fingers on the zipper of her jumpsuit. Namjoon’s forehead breaks out in a sweat. “Or you could fuck me now.”

No, no, no. It’s so reminiscent of the dream version of her that he slaps himself on the cheek to check he’s actually awake. 

Jin moves to the other side of the kitchen, as intimidated by her as Namjoon is at the moment. “There are people eating here!”

“Nothing they haven’t seen before.” She begins unzipping her jumpsuit and neither Jin, nor Jungkook, nor Yoongi, nor Namjoon can look away . When did their cute nerdy botanist become this crazed seductress? Namjoon has half a mind to ask Hoseok to double check the asteroid samples for alien brainwashing parasites . 

Her jumpsuit reaches her hips and she peels off her tank top. Just as Namjoon catches a glimpse of her panties peeking out from the bottom of the jumpsuit, she throws the tanktop toward him and the whole screen goes dark . 

“Shit!” It takes all of Namjoon’s self-control not to rip the screen out of the console in an impossible attempt to move the shirt off of the camera . “No, no, goddammit. What happened?”

He scrolls forward in the video, but it remains dark until Jungkook finally pulls the shirt off the camera again and Namjoon finds his own shocked and dumb face starring back at him . 

“Fuck…” he lets out a long low whistle as he rests his head in his hands and lets his heart rate calm down.  “This is so fucking inconvenient.”

Ｈｙｐｎｏｔｉｃ ＭＹＧ

Synopsis - You go out to rockstar Agust D’s performance. But he gets one look at you and is hooked instantly.

Pairing - Dark! Yandere! Rockstar! Min Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Warnings - DUBCON, drug induced sex, acts of violence, gaslighting to the extreme, kinda kidnapping

Authors Note - As you can tell I'm writing for all the members lol, also sorry your mom sucks

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

He was so cool.

Agust D was performing right in front of you, the front row to his concert being the best view you could ever ask for. He was so passionate in his craft and you were entranced. All his songs showed the time and effort going into them and the fact that he loved performing them. Even if it was such a small venue and audience.

Hell you had to beg to even be allowed to go and you couldn't even be more happier if you tried.

Then he made eye contact with you. You could feel your breathing stop as he smiled and winked before continuing back to performing. God you could nearly faint.

The entire rest of the night you were filled with butterflies, Agust D noticed you of all people. Or maybe it was something he did with any girl he saw, and you were just blowing it out of proportion. Whatever it meant it didn't matter, you were going to ride that high all the way to the end.

By the time the concert ended and you could finally leave without being bombarded by a mass of people leaving at once you reached inside of your small crossbody bag to grab you phone. That was until you were interrupted by a hand touching your shoulder, making you jump.

You turned around to see a buff security guy with a clipboard in hand. “Ma'am, your wanted backstage.”

“Did I do something wrong!? I'm so sorry if I di-”

“None of the sort, actually Mister Agust wants to see you and I'm here to escort you there.” You darted your eyes all around before looking back up at the man.

“Is this like a prank?” You finally ask raising a brow.

“Nope. But I will say that we don't usually do this and to be honest this is my first time even seeing him request someone to be brought to him, so no. This is very much real.”

“Holy Shit! Do I just like- oh God!” You began to freak out fanning yourself with your hands as the guard laughed and smiled at you.

“It's okay ma'am follow me.”

🎸

And you did all the way until you reached a room with a shiny metal plate with the engravings Agust D dead in the center. The guy knocked for you a low hum being heard from the other side in response. “Hey, it's the girl you wanted to see. Do you want her now?”

“That's a dumb ass question, of course I do.”

That was him.

It was really him

The guard nodded at you and left leaving you to actually open the door. You hesitated the door handle wiggling in your grasp, and you took a deep breath before walking through the door.

He sat there in all his glory, on his couch messing with a guitar. Agust D… His orange hair fell, covering his eyes. The same ones that stared at you right now.

You found your hand going up to your hair and nervously played with it as he made his way over to you. It was a bad nervous tick you had and you couldn't stop it. “I love your music, so much Mr Agust D!” You finally pushed out all in a single rush of confidence.

“Call me Yoongi baby,” He got up from his position and put the guitar on it's stand before making his way over to you. He eyed you up and down, stopping whenever he stood right in front of you, his eyes looking into your own. You could see the sweat sticking his hair to his forehead. “God your even prettier up close.”

“You think I'm pretty?” You began freaking out again looking everywhere but him.

“Of course, you never heard that before?” He snickered out, still working on tuning his guitar. The way his hands moved, had you in a daze.

“No actually, and thank you.”

“Yeah,” He patted the empty spot on the couch next to him. “Come sit.” You moved to where you sat all the way to the other side of the couch making sure you didn't interfere with what he was doing. “I'm pretty sure your familiar with the fact that this is my last America show before I head back home right?”

“Yes of course!” You basically blurted out. You groaned before placing your head in your hands letting out a small sorry. Yoongi laughed, and you swore it was like bells chiming, the sound making your body heat up even more than it already was.

“And well I was going to leave as soon as possible cause y’know I wanna go home n shit. But, then I saw you tonight.”

“Me?” You added surprised, still not believing the situation you were in right now.

“Yup, you. With that pretty little lacey top. Anyways here I am thinking wow I really want to get to know this girl better, but I can't do that if I leave. And I decided, how about I just hang with you tonight?”

Yoongi was now looking directly at you. But if only he could see the inner turmoil you were experiencing right now. You had to get home and call your mom to pick you up, orrr you could spend your night with your idol and just get a ride with him later on.

God you were going to regret this.

“I would love too! Was that too loud?”

“No, not at all. It was adorable. Come on let's get the fuck out of here.”

🎸

Yoongi was so different from his persona.

He had taken you to a quiet late night dinner, letting you order whatever you wanted and more just to make you happy. This was drastically different from who he presented himself as on stage. But you loved the duality in it all. The entire time he would tell you about all his travels and what he's working on. And you listened to everything he said, his life being much more exciting than your own.

“Shit I've been talking about myself this entire time, I'm so sorry about that beautiful. Tell me about you.” Yoongi leaned back taking a sip of the coke he got for himself.

“Well um, I'm taking a gap year right now before I switch majors, so I'm working to make a little money for myself.” You spun your straw around in the milkshake be practically ordered for you. He said you deserved something sweet in your life, and that it was his treat. Honestly it was one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for you. “I'm staying with my mom until I get things straightened out with buying my own space. And that's really it honestly.”

“So no like real friends or anything?” Yoongi asked sitting back up to lean on the counter.

“Nope.”

“Well take it from me, you deserve more in life.” Yoongi placed down his drink. “No one really deserves to be alone like that.”

You looked away giving a small smile. “Thank you Yoongi. You know I never expected to be hanging out with you tonight. Your world is so different than mine. I usually have just sit at home and done nothing. So I think what I'm trying to say is thank you for taking me out.

“It was no problem, I enjoy hanging out with you. Plus it's just a bonus your cute.”

“Pshh stop it, there's so many other choices.” You downplayed his attraction to you, he shouldn't try to even say things like that.

“Yeah but I choose you. And there's no changing that.” He took out a sharpie and took your arm, slowly beginning to write. When he was done you saw he had written his number down your arm. You smiled at him and he gave a even wider one back, showing his gums. “It's pretty late, let me get you home. Plus I got a flight to catch tomorrow.”

🎸

Sneaking into your house was harder than you thought for as soon as you stepped into the door your mom was in the kitchen, with the lights on eyeing you like a hawk.

“How did you get home?” She questioned bluntly.

“A friend got me, the traffic was horrible."

“Don't lie to me. Your friends are all home and no where near here. So. Let me ask you again. How did you get home?”

“I walked.”

“At this time of night?! Do you know what the fuck could've happened. You could've gotten hurt, I could've lost you.” She lamented. Her hands slammed into the table in frustration. Yet you just kept quiet and refused to look at her. “Oh now you got that dumbass look on yo face like you did nothing wrong.”

“Okay.”

That's all you had to say. It's all you could muster to say. Then you turned around start heading to your room down the hall. All while she kept yelling at you for god knows what. You refused to let her see you cry, she can't have that power over you.

🎸

The next few weeks of your life couldn't be more perfect. You spent every waking minute talking to Yoongi. He'd constantly show you what he'd been working on and his friends back in Korea.

He even called you every night.

“Baby I want to get you over here immediately.” He'd said one night while you got ready for bed.

“Yoongiii you know I can't do that. My mom won't even allow me to go on a vacation in America on my own.” This was a frequent topic of conversation for the two of you. He had wanted you over with him so bad. The thing is that the two of you aren't even a thing yet. For all you know, your just friends.

“Well I miss you, and I don't have another break in another week or or so.” Yoongi groaned out. “A week is pretty long to me atleast.”

“Oh you can wait a week. Then you can come visit and we can hang out again.” You hoped he didn't put that much thought into your dismissiveness.

“Fine, only because it's you.”

“I'm going to have to like beg my mom to let me out the house again on my own.” You say looking behind you. The door was closed, which meant she probably wouldn't barge in your room and hear what you were saying.

“Aren't you a grown woman? Why does she care what you, as a grown woman now, does?” Yoongi did have a point. You were 19, and honestly you wouldn't say that's a reasonable age to refered to as a grown woman. But still he had a point.

“I mean yeah, I just don't want to severe that connection to her.”

“Yeah but she walks all over you, I just want you to be alright that's all. You know I care about you.”

That could've made you faint with how hard you were swooning. You made a mhmm noise before going silent, maybe you could put some thought into cutting off that tie with your mom.

🎸

As you were getting ready for bed about a week or two later a knock resounded at your window. You walked over and opened the blinds seeing Yoongi. In his iconic leather jacket and black pants. You jumped back, you weren't expecting that at all. You opened the window allowing him to crawl in. “Wow your room is more cozy that I'd expect. Anyways get some clothes on, I got a room somewhere and we're going out.”

“But my mom!?” You whisper yelled.

“Fuck her! I came all this way for you. That means your important to me. Which also means that god damnit we're hanging out tonight!”

“I can't say no to do that I guess.” You slipped on a jacket and a pair of boots. “But we can't go out the front door, Jesus I haven't snuck out since like ever.”

“That was never my plan, we're going out the window.” Yoongi hopped out reaching his hand out to take yours, pulling you out. Your hands held the glass and you slid it down the furthest it would go. That was until you were interrupted by Yoongi pulling you to a motorbike. “I rented it out just for you, I have way more at home. I also just wanted to scare you a bit.”

“Ahh. I'm so scared. Let's go before she looks out the window.”

“Fine fine, hop on.”

🎸

You'd been in his hotel room for quiet a bit by now, just chilling with your idol. It was strange, this was a scenario you could only dream about. Yet it was now your reality, his arm around your waist pulling you in close to him on the couch.

“Can I let you in on a little secret?” Yoongi moved to where his lips brushed over your ears. You nodded. “I've wanted you so bad ever since I saw you during my set baby.” The way he let the word baby run off his tongue. Your panties instantly got damp. “Would you let me have you?”

“I umm. I haven't done that type of stuff before. I'm still a virgin- Plus I don't want to just be a one night stand thing…”

”Oh so that's the issue… shhhh don't worry, I’m not going to leave you high and dry, haven’t you always wanted to sleep with a rock star? Sleep with me?” Yoongis hand trailed down your chin his smile growing on his face. His thumb pushed down on your bottom lip.

You nodded shyly, watching Yoongi lean in, connecting both of your lips together. You hummed into the kiss, melting instantly. He wrapped both of his arms around your waist pulling you in even closer, both of your bodies heating the room instantly. He pulled away going to latch himself onto your neck, leaving a dark purple mark as he pulled away. “Take off everything, I want to see you.” Yoongi whispered huskily leaning back into the couch. You worked on taking off your clothes standing up to get everything off. Yoongi picked up one of his half burnt blunt and took a deep breath in, smoke billowing out of his mouth. Earlier he'd had this big smoke fest and you could've swore you were contact high at some point.

At this point you were fully naked and were just watching Yoongi slowly take off his shirt and jeans, only leaving himself in a pair of Calvin Kelin boxers, showing his dick imprint. He raised his hand motioning you over, and you did, almost in a trance as he took another hit groaning into the blunt itself. He grabbed your hand pulling you down on the couch and kissed you, pushing smoke into your mouth. You choked and gagged on the secondhand smoke, the experience burning your throat raw. You jerked away coughing harshly, yet Yoongi smirked at you setting the blunt on a ashtray nearby.

“Fuck that hurt huh? I'm sorry baby…” Yoongi said half dazed. “Pull off my boxers baby, I need to feel you.” You stopped heaving to go for Yoongis boxers, collapsing on the floor in front of him. Your knees bruised on impact making you hiss, your fingers hooking onto the band and you slowly pulled them down. His tip was flushed red and pre leaked down his length. Yoongi looked back down at you, hand reaching out to let your head. “Suck it baby.”

“I-I’ve never done this before…”

“That's alright, I can teach you. Wouldn't you like that?”

“Mmm…”

“Kiss the tip.” You reached up and kissed the head of his cock slowly. Yoongi hissed and moaned out his grip on your hair tightened. “Like that, just like that…” The whole experience felt weird, this isn't something that you usually do, your mom for starters wouldn't like this. Yet here you were in front of your dream man and you couldn't feel anything but a harsh distinction from your normal self. Yoongi pulled your hair snapping you out the mindless set of kisses you gave him. “Hey, Hey not to much, now lick the underside, then take it into your mouth.”

“Yoongi, I don't know about this… My mom doesn't even know that I'm out right now.” Yoongis hands went to your cheeks lifting your head up and bringing his down.

“You want this don't you. Don't you want me?”

“I'm just saying-”

“Don't question this, don't question what's destiny baby.” Yoongi let you go grabbing the blunt again. He took a deep puff and blew it on the top of your head, afterwards leaning down and planting a small kiss to the top of your head. Your hands trembled as you took him by the base of his length and licked the underside of his cock. Yoongi groaned and you kept going licking up pre and swirling your tongue around his head. You took a break and came for air. Then you began to take him down your throat. You instantly gagged but Yoongi held your head down, and began to fuck your face feverishly.

You began to beat on his thighs, looking down and seeing bruises beginning to form. But he just kept groaning and fucking your face. “I'm about to cum! I'm gonna fill that fucking face.” And he did, cum shooting down your throat. You pulled off your mouth having a weird cloud like feeling to it. The slime coated your tongue and you tried to scrape the feeling with your teeth. But Yoongi gave you no time to recuperate as he pulls you up by your underarms. He sat you next to him on the couch. His hand sat on your thigh and he leaned over to sit his head on your thighs. Moving your thighs and moved your body to be fully on the couch. He pulled your thighs apart and kissed on them feverishly.

“If I got to cum you gotta cum too baby… I want you to be just as happy as me. Plus I just love eating pussy.” He then dug his face in-between your thighs, kissing and sucking at your bud. You gasped out and bit down on your forearm, trying to keep quiet. But Yoongi looked up and grabbed at you, pulling the arm away. “Make all the noise you want, show me how good I make you feel.” He got back to work and groaned into your cunt. You could feel his tongue prod at your hole, beginning to tongue fuck you. His hands came to rub at your bud pushing you close to your release.

“Yoongi! I'm… I'm gonna-”

“Do it, do it for me.” Yoongi ordered sitting up to look deep into your eyes, his hand pressing down on your mound. You followed close in release, cumming all over his hand. Yoongi brought his hand to his mouth licking at your juices. “Fuck that tastes good.” Yoongi leaned down kissing you again and you looked past his head and saw the clock. It was damn near 2 in the morning. Your mom would definitely realize that you were gone but now.

“I have to get home, probably already knows I snuck out.” By reaching for your phone and looking at all the missed calls and texts from your mother.

Mom: Where are you honey?

Mom: Are you somewhere the house?

Mom: I know you snuck out, you left a damn crack in that window.

Mom: Pick up. The phone.

Mom: I'm not in the mood to play with you.

You freaked out even more slipping on your bra and dropping your phone. “I even smell like sex! I'm-” Tears welled up in your eyes. “She's going to kill me! I don't want to- want to-” You could barely finish your sentence.

“You don't have to go.”

“What… what are you even-”

“You can stay with me, think about it. Free of worries. Hanging with a Rock Star… Don't you want that? You've been wanting that. You told me, you want freedom.” Yoongi only slipped on his boxers and a robe he has strewn out in the room. He made his way over to your worried form. His hands massaged at your shoulders, head falling onto your shoulder. “I have everything ready, I just need your say so.”

He kissed your cheek and and his hands felt at your hips. “Really? You'd do that for me?”

“Really… baby I love you so much all I want is to live with you. Breathe in you. I want you so bad I want to die with you.” Yoongi whispered into your ear. “All that time you spent talking to me I've only fallen further and further in love with you.” He smiled continuing to kiss at your neck.

“I… I guess.”

“Then stop worrying baby, I'm here for you, I'll always be here for you.” Yoongi smiled at you popping off your bra once more. He reached around and gave you his jacket, motioning for you to get back on the couch. In which you did, the stress immediately coming off your back.

Maybe all you had to do was let him take the wheel for once.

🎸

At the airport you stood with Yoongi waiting for his private flight. He kept you close, hand around your waist every once and a while kissing the top of your head.

Yoongi couldn't be more happier. This was such a blissful peace. But his phone rang in his pocket disrupting that peace. “Yes?”

“It's been done boss, no trace of her or her mother.”

“Both are gone, never to be traced again?”

“Yes sir.”

“Thanks knew I could trust you guys.” Yoongi hung up tending back to you.

“Who was that?” You asked.

“Nothing you gotta worry that sweet little head about. Now come on we're going to be late for our flight.”