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Literally me rn-

I just choke on my food...🫣🫶🏻💅🤧 M-Miss Bada...you actually just kill me 🧎‍♀️🙏

I'm really happy for them but I'll always have her in my heart😫💕

Me when I found that Bada had a boyfriend.

(Without intentions to invalidate her sexuality)

The reader is sooo cute💕💕and they care so much about her..The story is good and I know the angst will come soon😫😫

Stay Alive Masterlist

" Came like a Miracle, Look like a miracle, Just like Miracle, Those few words...."

Synopsis: When you started working at a pharmaceutical company, you didn’t realize where it was your life was heading. After getting a patient mix up, you meet seven men who would didn’t seem to want any other nurse that wasn’t you. When you start to know them, you notice things that made you question if they were really human. No matter what excuse they would give though, you would always go home with a heavy heart. The day the truth is revealed to you, things take a turn for the worst.

Pairings: BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Genre: Mystical Creatures AU, Fluff, Romance, Angst, Fantasy

Warnings: Smut in future chapters, toxic work environment, abuse

Taglist: I have decided to write smut chapters. However it’s just one per member. Maybe some things here and there. With that being said. I will not have a taglist on those chapters for fear of having minors tagged. My books are mostly for a general audience because smut isn’t my main writing. However with the very small number of chapters I will probably do, it’s best to not tag anyone. I understand some of you have ages but I don’t want to struggle with picking out each adult blog. Thank you for understanding.

A/N If there is anyone out there willing to Beta read be my guest. Honestly I know for a fact I got a lot of mishaps here lol.

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" Those few words that saved me I'll be by your side after many nights..."

Don't be afraid to ask to be add to the Taglist!

“the one thing I feel most lucky about is that I met you guys” 🥹 for @dreamcatchersdaughter ♡

I love it when ARMY see the smallest bits of details in bts music videos💜✨️...but the explicit ver. hits different😮‍💨

REASON FOR DEATH: JK ENDING SEVEN WITH THE BTS FINGER GUN THING 😭

It's been so long since I read a Batmom fanfic and this is a big (angst&tragic) warm welcome back💕💕😚

The Loop {Masterlist}

The Loop [Happy Birthday}

The Loop [Caution: Sharp Objects]

The Loop [Lighting Strikes Twice]

The Loop [Heartaches by the Number]

The Loop [Save it for Later]

The Loop [The Last Act]

One of the best fanfics I keep up with💕😭

Before I Leave You (Masterlist)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Someone always has to leave first; They just didn’t expect Yoongi to come back with a new omega (who’s clearly been through some shit).

Pairing: Beta! Yoongi, Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin,

Tags: Polyamory, groupsex, sexual and non-sexual Dom/sub undertones, heat sex, praise kink, brief humiliation, Spanking, knotting, breeding kink, emotional abuse, physical abuse, forced mating marks, graphic murder scenes, negative self-talk, self-esteem issues, non-verbal characters, abandonment, PTSD, hurt/comfort, gluttonous fluff, agoraphobia, implied/referenced self-harm, suicidal thoughts and brief desperate suicide attempt, unreliable narrators. Gender dysphoria, transgender characters, internalized transphobia, internalized misogyny, unintended outings, epilepsy, slowish-burn,  

W/c: 600k+  

A/n: long time no see~ this is what I’ve been working on for the last few months! I hope everyone will like it. Updates will be once a week on fridays or Saturdays at 5pm EST. This will also be cross posted on Archive of our own. The M/c won’t appear until part two! 

ADDITIONAL CONTENT: 

Read the story here on Ao3

Content moderation policy 

Extra content: Honey cake Recipe 

BILY ask archive 

Prologue: The Beta 

Summary: The pre-story is as sweet as honey and as simple as every other love story. Namjoon’s pack falls together before it falls apart. 

Part One: Sweet Regret  

Summary: Yoongi Disappears- leaving behind a shattered pack. 8 months later Jimin finds Yoongi in an H-mart of all places. 

Part Two: The Don  

Summary: On the worst days, Yoongi is judge, jury, and executioner. But he judges you and finds you worthy of protecting (and loving too).

Part Three: The Gala 

Summary: Yoongi tries to steal you away, Geumjae takes something instead. 

Part Four: If I’ve Got You 

Summary: Yoongi makes his choice. 

Part Five: An Unlikely Enemy 

Summary: Namjoon’s pack reunites with Yoongi. With some…unexpected results.

Part Six: Stupid Instincts

Summary: it takes three visits for you to trust Jimin. 

Part Seven: Yoongi’s Worst Fear 

Summary: it’s easy to forget that your bond is still new, but luckily, the pack is there to fill the gaps. 

Part Eight: Seokjin’s Secret

Summary: Everything takes a little getting used to. Namjoon’s a little in love already.

Part Nine: Aura  

Summary: Oh Jungkookie 

Part 10: Blame Me For it

summary: you couldn’t expect everyone to love you instantly, but still- yoongi kind of hoped.

Part 11: Before I Love You 

Summary: what is love other than a particular kind of envy? Hoseok envys you in more ways than one. 

Part 12: Civil Midnight 

Summary: A love story that starts with a train ticket, an old jean jacket, and a cup of shitty coffee.

Part 13: Moving Day 

Summary: Namjoon has royally fucked up, luckily the pack has a place to go. “what if this is a bad idea hyung?” 

Part 14: Like a Sigh 

Summary: Seokjin isn’t ready to forgive namjoon just yet, luckily he has you and yoongi to turn to for some good old omegan comfort (ie: cuddling)

Part 15: The many Shades of Kim Taehyung: Celedon Green

Summary: Tae is at one moment, overcome with fear and longing, “Get out! don’t look! please! i don’t want you to see me!”

Part 16: The many Shades of Kim Taehyung: Babygirl Pink

Summary: A secret for a secret is exchanged. “You’re so pretty Tae.” 

Part 17: Just a little Nip

Summary: Things are often clearer the day after, but if anything Taehyung only feels more confused about where she stands with you.

Part 18: Mine, mine, mine

Summary: Tae’s rut hits and hits hard, luckily the pack is there to soften its blow.

Part 19: Honey bunny 

Summary: discussions about your past cause some troubling facts to come to light, but amidst the sadness- there is also love.

Part 20: No Sinners

Summary: try as you might, you just cant get the idea of those sex-toy boxes out of your head.

Part 21: No Saints 

Summary: The thing about Jimin is that he’s a little bit of a psycho

Part 22: Playing Dead 

Summary: After finding you in such a compromising position, the pack has their questions (and a few confessions)

Part 23: Heart shaped Hickey’s 

Summary: you don’t know what you expected this discussion to look like, but Jungkook dumping his sex toy collection in the middle of the nest definitly isn’t it. 

Part 24: Cynosure 

Summary: if Yoongi could comment “first” on your pussy’s yelp review, he would. (he’d also rate it 10/5 starts, because whatever he expected- it’s twice as good.)

Part 25: Just Try 

Summary: You hate hospitals.

Part 26: Mommy issues 

Summary: getting drunk with Tae is a TERRIBLE idea, but it does lead to some surprising developments.

Part 27: The Dregs of the Midnight Coffee club 

Summary: A trip to a local diner at midnight prompts you and Hoseok to confront your budding friendship.

Part 28: Collars 

Summary: Since you’re officially on the way to getting better, namjoon and Jin see no reason why they cant give you what they’ve promised; an intimate look into their sex life- with Yoongi’s supervision of course.

Part 29: Jimin’s second secret 

Summary: Like a criminal undercover~

Part 30: Bubbles 

Summary: As Jimin and Taehyung’s date grows closer and closer, you’re confronted with one fact; you have nothing to wear.

Part 31: Strawberry Soda 

Summary: Taehyung thinks that girl dates are better than regular ones, but she could just be biased because it’s a date with you.

Part 32: Shaken, Not Stirred

Summary: Courting you takes some trial and error, but Jimin is more than willing to try as many times as it takes to get it right.

Part 33: Espresso Martini 

Summary: Jimin’s instincts are a force to be reckoned with.  

Part 34: Vodka, Rum, Or Jin? 

Summary: Jimin’s a possessive little fucker and after such a direct threat he’s got a messy way of staking a claim on you… 

Part 35: Stretch Marks

Summary: Your first scene as Namjoon and Jin’s submissive doesn’t exactly go to plan… but oh, poor Yoongi.

Part 36: Big friends, Small spaces 

Summary: In many ways, Yoongi was Jin’s first pup. “okay, not to make this all about me and my meltdown still but- i’m going to feel really guilty for like a week if you don’t actually fuck each other.”

Part 37: An untitled Playlist

Summary: A collection of moments, snippets in sequence, each that brings you closer. (Or alternatively: you and Jungkook figure out the pack hierarchy, Namjoon finds an alternative means of you submitting other than sex, and Hobi starts to fall in love with you, just a little.)

Part 38: Killing Kim Taehyung 

Summary: Everything sort of falls apart, but you and Namjoon help it all fall back together.

Part 39: Eulogy

Summary: “Do you think so lowly of me that I wouldn’t love you? Is this a joke to you? Am I a joke to you Tae?” 

Part 40: Slow Drip

Summary: Coping with the fall out looks like a lot of things; bitten comments and kisses and the prettiest pink nest that you, jungkook, and jin can create.

Part 41: Tae’s First day

Summary: Tae’s first day living as a girl looks a lot like this: salons, red nail-polish and…booby pancakes???

Part 42: Hobi’s Treasures 

Summary: Coming out isn’t always straightforward, Tae has her fair share of mental hurdles to overcome. Caring about you becomes harder for Hoseok to ignore.

Part 43: Noodle 

Summary:“Maybe that’s just what intimacy is- the context of us in another person’s life.” 

Part 44: Slow Love 

Summary: You should have come to jungkook about your predicament with the pack alpha sooner. He’s got solutions and a box full of sex toys. “There you go- oh my god you’re soaking the pillow- guess you really like this one a lot huh?”

Part 45: Everything Everything Everything 

Summary: Namjoon and Jin are not amused by your foray into penetration, not one bit. 

Part 46: I Bet On Losing Dogs

Summary: Jimin’s third secret is (Redacted for spoilers) 

Part 47: The Girl Kind 

Summary: A visit to Namjoon’s hospital to get tae on some gender affirming hormones (good girl juice) leads to some…surprising developments. “You can’t just say ‘addictive slick’ and expect us to be on board with it!?” 

Part 48: Down the rabbit Hole

Summary: The day after your doctor’s appointment Jin gives you your first hole check.

Part 49: Before I need you 

Summary: Hobi has a bad day, you make it better.

Part 50: You and Hobi Bury a dead body (pt 1)

Summary: [redacted for spoilers]

Part 51: Emotions On Ice 

Summary: you’ve never seen Namjoon this angry before, but you can’t say he’s not rightfully upset at You and Hobi. Not every punishment can go according to plan…

Part 52: Sweet lemonade and Sour Chocolate 

Summary: Jimin and Jungkook might not be the /best/ at giving you aftercare, but what they lack in execution they make up for in sheer determination. Sometimes, love is the best medicine.

Part 53: I’d Do worse

Summary: A snippet of the future- a flash forward- in which you and jimin reach an agreement.

This was beautiful🥲

Rent a Dam

Hey yall, I just wanted to share the first chapter of a very successful fic of mine on AO3 called Rent a Dam.

Note: OMEGAVERSE, 'Dam' is the genderneutral term for the birth mother of a child in ABO world that I use, ALPHA X ALPHA X OMEGA pairing. POLYAMORY. Kiribaku are MARRIED so expect intimacy there. Reader is kept genderneutral but is referred to as a femme (all Omegas or fem betas).

Kirishima and Bakugou are an Alpha couple which comes with its own challenges, but what they desperately want, are pups. Pups to have and call their own. To raise and watch grow. And the only way for them to get that, is through you. An Omega who is more than willing to help them.

“As you know, Bakugo-san and Kirishima-san, we handpick our Omegas based on their fertility and mother skills. Only the best Omegas are allowed to be part of our program and to be chosen as suitable birth mothers and surrogates.” Mrs. Kubota explained as she sat on her cushioned chair in her office.   

The two Alphas that sat opposite her on another softly cushioned couch both faced her, quiet. Kirishima leaned back against the back of the couch, nodding his head ever so often as he listened to her. His long hair was tied back in a ponytail as to get out of his face. Bakugou however had his arms folded as he sat up straight. His gaze was harsh and intimidating but he was open to whatever she had to say- or at least he was trying to be. The Agency ‘New Chances’ was one of the only agencies in the surrogate and birth mother business that met their needs as well as was eager to work with two Alpha males.   

Mrs. Kubota continued. “So our Omegas won’t be a problem at all. They have been trained in childcare, know basic lifesaving and know exactly what to expect during this process. Now...” She put her hands together. “Then comes the topic of your careers.” She spoke. Both Alphas knew this conversation was going to happen either way, but it didn’t make it any easier to have to tackle. Mrs. Kubota picked up their file and opened it on her lap. “Now we are honoured to be able to cater for such prestigious individuals such as yourselves, but we have to be concerned for our Omegas. As we understand it, you are both high ranked ProHeroes. You are constantly faced with life and death scenarios every day. We worry about this stress being put onto the Dam of your choice as well as fear of the both of you being away. Pregnancy for Omegas is a very intimate time which needs a lot of catering for.”   

Kirishima looked to Bakugou if he should answer but the blond lifted his hand, indicating that he would do so. “We have it all sorted. We plan on alternating weeks until we go on parental leave during the third trimester.” He revealed to her.   

Mrs. Kubota clapped her hands with a bright smile. “Wonderful. That will do splendidly.” She closed their file. “Now...” She reached over to the side to get a pile of envelopes. “Here are a few candidates we recommend based off of your profile. They understand and are easily adaptable especially for your hero work.” She placed the envelopes on the table in front of them. “Call me once you’ve made a decision.” She told them. She stood up and left the room.   

The two of them were left in a warm sunny room that was made to put everyone in it at ease. It had windows that overlooked the city as well as soft items and comfortable chairs. Everything was designed and put to ensure that everything that happened in the room happened without any hostility.   

Kirishima leaned forward grabbing a few of the files in his hands and placing them on his lap. He opened the first one, sniffing inside it. The scents of the Omegas were placed inside with a little handkerchief. He sniffed it some more. “How about this one?” He passed it to Bakugou.   

Bakugou took one whiff of it before instantly pushing it away from him. “Way too sweet. Smells like a sugar coma.”   

Kirishima chuckled as he worked open the next one. “This one?”  

Bakugou didn’t even have to put it too close to his nose before almost retching. He covered his nose instantly. He snatched the envelope out of Kirishima’s hands and closed it before throwing it to the other couch. He stared daggers at it. “Smells like death.”   

Kirishima shook his head. “Come on Katsuki. Every Omega we’ve ever tried to date, you always have some problem with them.” He spoke truthfully as he opened one that he didn’t find unsettling. He pulled the document out, looking over their profile. “This one smells too sweet, that one’s too small, this one’s too docile, the other one’s too feisty.” He shook his head. He passed the document over to Bakugou to look through. “How are we ever going to find the one that’s for us if you keep pushing everyone away without a fair chance.   

Bakugou’s crimson eyes looked over the white document. His eyebrows furrowed. “I hate golf.” He shoved it back in its envelope. Kirishima rolled his eyes at his partner. “Look Eijiro, maybe an Omega just isn’t for us. That’s why we are here.” He looked over to the redhead. “We aren’t looking for a mate. All we want from this transaction are pups. A litter. That is all.”   

Kirishima frowned as he scrunched up his face but he nodded.  

When they were both in high school Kirishima had developed a crush on Bakugou. Now at first, he thought it was just his admiration for the guy. Bakugou was just someone you would admire. His strength, looks, ambition and courage. Bakugou was someone people strived to be like. One of the other things were Bakugou was pretty. Absolutely beautiful in a non-Alpha like way. With a body that slowly developed into having a broad heavy chest, slim waist, piercing eyes and hypnotizing legs, he was the envy and want of anyone with eyes. The only problem Kirishima had was that Bakugou was an Alpha.   

And Alphas didn’t normally mate with other Alphas.   

Now it wasn’t as though Kirishima didn’t like femmes. He was attracted to anyone he couldn’t help himself being attracted to, but with Bakugou it was different. Especially because Bakugou was his best friend. Kirishima also knew that Bakugou didn’t like anyone and never talked about femmes or mascs or anyone in general. Bakugou just wasn’t the type to seem to like romantic interactions, let alone friendly ones.   

It was by pure mistake that the two started courting. There was a festival outside of the city and the two of them went along with some other classmates but got separated. Isolated and finding a place to watch the fireworks away from others, the two of them were alone. Kirishima couldn’t help himself. With the light of the fireworks in the dark sky shining on the blond’s face he couldn’t help but stare and fantasize. The next thing the two of them knew, their lips were against each other and suddenly they were kissing. Kirishima pulled back, head fuzzy and slightly dazed. Bakugou was speechless, his face red and his eyes wider than normal as he stared up at Kirishima. Realizing what he had done, Kirishima took a step back. “Oh my... Katsuki. I’m so sorry. I didn’t- I... we...”   

Bakugou was silent for the most part not having expected it nor knowing what to do in such a situation. Unlike a lot of his classmates, he had never experienced an romantic relationship at all. Hell, that was his first kiss. He went through ruts of course and knew as much as the next Alpha but still. Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed before looking away from Kirishima. “If you wanted to kiss me... you could have just asked.” He muttered quietly, his cheeks heating up more and contrasting with the cool air of night.   

Kirishima’s eye went wide as he looked down at Bakugou. “I... I thought... you like Alphas?” He tried quietly.   

Bakugou’s face scrunched up. “I...” He started. “I don’t know but...” He looked over to Kirishima hesitantly. “I do like you.” He muttered, trying not to seem weak as his eyebrows furrowed. Kirishima’s eyes widened as he stared down at Bakugou with wide eyes. Bakugou tsked at the look on Kirishima’s face. He shook his head. “What? I thought you were into the whole pretty Omegas with their sweet scents and round bodies.”  

“I mean yah but...” Kirishima took Bakugou’s hand softly. His large hand wrapping around his gently and carefully. Bakugou froze for a moment. He looked down and then back up at Kirishima. Kirishima smiled over at Bakugou. “I do like you.”  

And they went off from there. Yah, it was hard being an Alpha couples. They received some backlash from the media and from some people, but now a days it was a more accepted thing (same dynamic relationships). They had developed a sort of exchange of their own. They had found a way to make it work. Two Alphas. Alphas that run on strength, aggression and power. They made it work and made a relationship that would work.   

The only issue is now, they felt like they needed something more. There was only so much one could satisfy their Alphas. Now their hearts ached for a family. Coming home to little pattering feet and bright smiles. They wanted pups. They wanted something to protect and call their own.   

But Alphas couldn’t have pups. They couldn’t reproduce on their own. Which was why they needed an Omega. It was why they needed someone else.   

Bakugou grabbed an envelope off the counter and tore it open. He started to mutter annoyed. “How hard is it to choose one Omega.” He grumbled to himself. Before Bakugou could continue in his grumbling, he paused. The scent that came from the envelope he opened didn’t set him off. It didn’t annoy him or make his nose itch. It was calming. It made him calm. It wasn’t so strong and yet it still called to him like a siren. Bakugou’s pupils expanded at the smell as he looked down into the envelope.   

He sniffed into the envelope, a little more eagerly. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head. Bakugou reached inside the envelope and felt for the soft handkerchief. He pulled it out of the envelope and brought it closer to him. The scent that came from it stirred something in his Alpha almost instantly. It shook him in a way he had never been shaken instantly by an Omega’s scent before. It wasn’t sickeningly sweet but it also wasn’t plain. It was comforting and lulled him almost. His Alpha seemed to be in agreement, eager for this choice.   

The scent would go so well with his and Eijiro’s. Perfect for pups. Perfect for mate.    

“Hey Eij...” He let out quietly. Kirishima hummed turning his attention back to Bakugou. The blond was focused down on a handkerchief in his hand. He seemed so focused on it as if it was some sort of puzzle. “Tell me what you think about this one.” He carefully offered it up to Kirishima.   

Before Kirishima could even brush his fingers on the soft material, he smelt it. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. He took the handkerchief and raised it closer to his face to smell. He closed his eyes. It reminded him of the first time he smelt Bakugou’s scent. It gave him the same feeling. Something strange that he couldn’t put a word to. A longing? A need? He wasn’t sure but he liked it. It gave him a similar feeling of unity. Of family.   

Kirishima opened his eyes, his pupils wider than they were as he looked down at the soft piece of silk in his hands. “I swear Katsuki, if you say you hate this one-”  

“No, that’s why I asked you.” Bakugou replied, calmer than he expected himself to. He looked between his redheaded partner and down at the cloth. His eyebrows furrowed. He took out the piece of paper from the envelope to read what was on it.   

Kirishima moved closer to sit next to the blond to see what was on it. “Y/N...” He whispered out the name on the paper.   

On it was a picture of you. A great picture. One with a soft smile on your face to match your scent. The document held all they needed to know about you. Your birthday, your education, credentials, likes and dislikes, your last heat as well as the number of litters you had so far.   

Zero.  

Kirishima looked to his blond partner eagerly. “I think they’re it.” He stated simply.   

Bakugou was quiet. He didn’t have anything bad to say about your profile, which was a surprise to him. He could always find something to say about anyone. He frowned. With a soft annoyed growl at how clueless he was starting to feel, he tsked. “Fine.” He folded his arms and motioned for Kirishima to go to the door. “Go tell the old bat of our choice.”   

Handing the handkerchief over to Bakugou, Kirishima stood up and went to the door. Bakugou turned his head to look out the window down at the busy city. Of all went successfully, you would be moving in with them in a few day. If all went successfully, they would have pups in over a year. Bakugou spaced out for a moment, not focusing on anything specific.   

“Katsuki.” Bakugou blinked as he turned his attention back to Kirishima. The redheaded Alpha came to sit back down where he was previously. He carefully took Bakugou’s hands, his expression soft as he looked down at him. “It’s going to be okay Kats.” He assured the blond. Bakugou’s shoulders lowered slightly as he released a breath. He closed his vermillion eyes. Kirishima chuckled bringing a hand to Bakugou’s cheek. He placed a kiss on his forehead and then rested their foreheads against each other. “I know you’re worried and a bit fearful but there’s nothing you have worry about Kats.” He assured Bakugou quietly.  

Bakugou looked up at the large Alpha in front of him. His smile of sharp teeth and soft candy apple eyes shining brightly like they always did. Bakugou couldn’t help the small smile that went to his face. “Okay.” He nodded.   

Kirishima leaned back, keeping an arm wrapped around Bakugou’s shoulders. “Also, don’t look at them as though you’re plotting murder.” He advised. “We don’t want to scare them off.”  

Bakugou turned to Kirishima with an offended look. “I don’t look that way!” Kirishima raised an eyebrow with a single glance. Bakugou hesitated to respond. He folded his arms over his chest and tsked. “It’s not my fault that people misinterpret my facial expressions.” He defended himself.   

Suddenly, the door opened. Walking into the room was Mrs Kubota, followed by you. You had a sweet smile on your face, following the Beta woman. Instantly, you had all of Kirishima and Bakugou’s attention. You smelled just like your handkerchief, but better because you carried your scent with you. You didn’t seem nervous, especially when you noticed two Alphas in the room instead of a typical fem-masc couple.   

Mrs Kubota motioned for you to sit down where she previously was seated, but you waited a moment. You faced the two of them. “Good morning, it’s great to meet you.” You greeted, then you sat down.   

Mrs Kubota nodded her head to you in approval before turning her attention to the two Alpha ProHeroes who had none of their attention towards her. She found that just perfect. “Gentlemen...” She placed her hands on your shoulders. “This is Y/N. They are to be the birth-dam of your choice, correct?” She asked.   

Both Alphas looked at you for a long moment. They didn’t say anything, but they kept their eyes on you and your entire being. The blond had his piercing crimson eyes, that of a deep blood and of the most aged wines. He looked at you as if he could see right through you. As if your whole being was no match for his gaze. However, the redhead next to him, even though he was so large and a bit intimidating, had the softest eyes that looked at you as if you were a new chance, a new possibility for greatness. His eyes weren’t like the blond’s eyes. His were a soft candy apple red. Sweet and had almost a hue of pink to them, but so unnoticeably that it was still red.  

The both of them looked at one another, before turning back forward and nodding their heads. Mrs Kubota smiled. “Wonderful. Y/N...” You looked up at her. “This is Kirishima Eijiro and Bakugou Katsuki. The Alpha couple that you will become a birth-dam for.” She informed you. She looked up to the two Alphas. “They will move in with you in a week’s time.”  

 ***

Bakugou stood in the doorway of a room. It was empty. Untouched since they had the whole house built, but at the same time it seemed to hold so much possibility. It was one of the many rooms that were yet to be filled and yet he couldn’t help but find it pleasant knowing that it wouldn’t be long till it was. He closed the door to the room, closing it off for now. He turned around and walked over to the other side of the second floor.   

He was heading to the more lived in area, where his and Kirishima’s room was. Turning to a door to the right, he opened the room inside, stepping in. The nesting room was done to perfection. Boxes of your nesting material was in one corner of the room, untouched, unopened and waiting for you. The rest of the room was brightly lit with heavy curtains by the windows. There was a window ceil at the end of the room, a door to an in-suite bathroom and to top it all off in the middle of the room was a huge floor bed with tons of nesting material piled on top of it. Neither Bakugou nor Kirishima knew what exactly you would need so they just bought a whole lot of everything hoping to know through time.   

Bakugou looked over the room one more time. It was clean of any spec of dust or dirt. He made sure that nothing would trigger you here. He also knew that this would be one of the few times he would actually get to be in the room before you move in and until you invite him and Kirishima inside.   

Satisfied with the room, he turned to head back downstairs. His hand was on the rail as he descended to the first floor. Waiting for you to arrive, he went to the kitchen, snacks already prepared for you if you were hungry. As he looked over the kitchen table, he fiddled with the silver wedding ring on his finger. He breathed out a heavy breath as he closed his eyes, putting his hands on the white counter.   

He wished Kirishima was here and that the redhead didn’t have had to go to work today. They were going to spend the next week off work and here with you while you settled in, but Kirishima had left early to finish some last paperwork left for them before you came around. Kirishima was always the better one out of the two of them when it came to dealing with Omegas. Bakugou was worried that he would mess up. That it wouldn’t end up the way they wanted it to be.   

But he didn’t have much time to think about it since the doorbell rang.  

Instantly he straightened up, red crimson eyes looking back to the door. He took out his phone as he walked to the front door.   

Katsuki: They’re here  

Bakugou stood on the other side of the door for a moment, his hand resting on the doorhandle. The moment he opened the door was the moment that it wouldn’t just be him and Kirishima. Even though this arrangement wasn’t permanent, even though your role was just to give them pups and nothing more, you would be with them. You would be a member of their household and someone they would have to look after and protect with their lives.   

There was no going back on this.  

With a deep breath, he opened the door.   

Standing there holding a duffle bag was you. You had a bright smile on your face as you stood next to Mrs Kubota. Mrs K looked to Bakugou and you both bowed to him in greeting. “Good morning, Mr Bakugou.” She greeted him first. “Here I have brought you, Y/N.” She told him with a kind smile. She motioned to you who seemed rather relaxed for this whole situation. “Take good care of them for me.” She told him. Bakugou nodded his head. “Of course.” He told her sincerely.   

“Great.” Mrs Kubota placed a hand on your shoulder, taking your attention. “Be good, dear. Report in regularly and don’t hesitate to call if there are any problems. Alright?”   

You nodded your head. “Yes ma’am.”   

“Good.” With a final wave, Mrs Kubota walked back to the black car that brought the both of you out here.   

You turned your head to look back to the blond. Bakugou towered over you easily, his eyes just as intense as when you first met him. He looked back down at you for a moment, not saying or doing anything.   

He was much taller than you thought he would be and very good looking too. The scent he seemed to carry around him was something savoury and yet sweet. Caramel and smoke, with something like cinnamon undertones. It was a strange scent for an Alpha, but it suited him. His big build clearly showed all the hero work he must do, yet somehow, he remained slender through it all.   

Bakugou felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, which finally helped him snap out of it. He stepped to the side, allowing you through to get inside. You bowed your head in gratitude as you walked past him.   

The house was extravagant, but it had a soft homely feel to it. As you saw from the outside, it stretched out and was huge but, on the inside, it seems all rather spaced out and airy which was nice. You looked around with wide eyes at it all. The clean home that awaited you and would now be your place of residence for over a year.  

As you took off your shoes, replacing them with slippers, Bakugou pulled out his phone to look at the message he received.   

Eijiro: Great! Do your best Kats. I’ll be there soon.  

Eijiro: 😘😜  

Bakugou rolled his eyes but smiled slightly. He put his phone away as he watched you look around the house with wide eyes. Bakugou then realized that he hadn’t taken your bag yet. He internally hit his forehead. Quickly, the blond walked past you, taking your bag off your shoulder without difficulty. You looked at him surprised but you gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you. You have a beautiful home, sir.” You complimented him.   

Bakugou stopped walking, gripping the strap of your bag. He looked back to you with a raised eyebrow. “Thank you. Also, don’t call me that.”  

You nodded. “Alright, Dynamight.”  

“Don’t call me that either... unless I’m in my hero costume.”   

“Alright, Bakugou-san.”   

Bakugou paused and sighed heavily in dismay. He tried to remember what he had learnt over the years. He can’t always shout whenever he’s annoyed or angry. Bakugou turned around fully to face you, one hand in his pocket, the other holding your bag. “Bakugou and Kirishima is fine, if that is what makes you comfortable. No need to add the honorific. We wish not for there to be any unnecessary distance between us.”   

You understood what he was trying to tell you. You were going to be staying here for a while and being close to them is a necessity in pup development too. You nodded your head. “Of course. I completely understand.”   

Bakugou just looked at you hard for a moment before turning back around, walking deeper in the house. “Are you hungry?” He asked you.   

“No, but thank you for asking.”   

He just let out a hum as he walked over to a staircase. You watched him for a moment as he started climbing the stairs. The Alpha paused, noticing that you weren’t following him. He turned his head to look back at you. “Waiting for an invitation, cupcake?” He asked. You quickly scrambled to follow him as he continued his ascension up the stairs. He turned left. Going down a short corridor, he opened a door. “You’ll be staying with Eijiro and I.” He informed you, allowing you into the room first.   

The room was wide and open, with a huge bed to the right. There were soft cushioned chairs here and there with a fireplace too. You noticed two doors. One led into a bathroom, the other seemed to be a closet. Once again you were left with a gawking expression as you walked inside, Bakugou following behind you. Bakugou walked into the closet putting your duffel bag on a little cushioned cube before walking back out off the closet. He motioned for you to follow him as he exited the room.   

He walked to another room just opposite the master bedroom. He opened it but this time, stayed in the doorway, allowing you to see a nesting room. You looked around with wide eyes, your gaze instantly catching on your nesting items untouched to the side.   

Bakugou leaned against the doorway. “You’ll be nesting in here.”   

“I don’t have a choice?” You asked turning to him. Instantly the blond stiffened, seemingly not having thought about you might not liking the room. You chuckled, waving a hand down. “I’m joking. It’s perfect, thank you for the nesting room.” You told him genuinely.   

The blond Alpha scowled with a grunt, clearly not happy with your little joke. It just made you chuckle to yourself. Since this room was the one room you were in that smelt neutral it felt like a fresh start to you, which meant that you felt like nesting. Like an itch at the back of your mind you needed to scratch. “Can I nest for a bit?” You motioned around you to the room. “To get the whole room settled and everything?” You asked him.   

Bakugou hadn’t thought you would want to nest immediately, he thought he would at least get the tour done, but it would be best to let you get settled in your own way and relaxed than forcing you to do something else. Besides, he didn’t want a throw a spanner into things when you were feeling comfortable to nest in the room. If anything, it made his Alpha perk up in a pride knowing that you were okay nesting so quickly. Even if it was more for you then for them.   

He nodded his head. “Of course. I’ll be downstairs if you need anything. Just call.” He closed the door to the room, leaving you alone.   

“Honey, I’m home!” Kirishima opened the door, as he came back from work. The smell of food cooking greeted him more than welcomingly. Taking off his shoes and closing the door, Kirishima was more than happy to be home, especially knowing that you were now here. It was something that he was looking forward to through his day, but at the same time, made his day longer.  

Kirishima walked to the kitchen, the blond Alpha already standing in the kitchen cooking something masterful no doubt. “Sorry I’m late. The UA interns needed to be taken back to UA after helping out in a bank robbery. All that paperwork is no joke.” He walked over to Bakugou who was facing the stove, he wrapped his arms around the blond’s slender waist and placed his head on top of his. Feeling that his mate was truly back Bakugou relaxed against Kirishima’s big frame with a breath making Kirishima chuckle. Kirishima placed a kiss to his head. “Omega driving you up the walls?” He asked.   

“They haven’t come out.” Kirishima gave him a confused look as he tilted his head. Bakugou, feeling satisfied, switched off the stoves and turned around to face Kirishima. He folded his arms with his brow furrowed.  He motioned upstairs. “They’ve been nesting the whole afternoon.” He told him.   

Kirishima perked up at this. Then a broad smile went to his face at the news. “Well, that’s amazing.” He said truthfully. “I didn’t expect them to nest on the first day.” He said truthfully.  

“Yah, well now they haven’t left the room and I don’t know what to do.” Bakugou threw his hand up in the air in exasperation.   

“Wait…” Kirishima closed his eyes for a moment as he tried to think. “So, you haven’t checked in on them since?” He asked the blond Alpha. Bakugou opened his mouth, but he hesitated. He grimaced at the realization that he sort of just left you to do whatever you wanted upstairs. Kirishima looked at him in amusement and disbelief. He shook his head. “Come on Katsuki.” He turned around, heading out the kitchen.  

“But Eij,” Bakugou quickly double checked on all the stoves and the oven, before following the giant redhead in his pursuit in finding you. He easily caught up to Kirishima who had already reached the stairs. “We can’t just enter their nesting room.”  

“I never said we will. All I’m saying is we check in on them.” Kirishima told him simply. Bakugou still had a confused look on his face as the two ascended the stairs. Kirishima thought best to trying to explain why this was important. “Remember Kats, them nesting is them creating a place where they can feel safe, especially now that they’re living in an unknown place with unknown Alphas for who knows how long.” Kirishima motioned to the both of them. “So, us checking in on them and making sure that they are okay, will show that we care about their well-being and their nest even if they don’t show it to us ever.”  

Bakugou furrowed his eyebrows as they finally reached the second floor. He let out a grunt as he looked off to the side. “I don’t see why it has to take so long to build a nest.”  

“Nesting is an art.”  

“It’s something, alright.” They found themselves standing outside the front door. Kirishima motioned for Bakugou to knock. Bakugou looked at Kirishima as if he was crazy. “What? Why me?”  

“Katsuki, it’s a wooden door.” He stated simply. “I’ve seen you blast open two-inch steel enforced doors open with a single blow, are you really going to not knock because of a single Omega on the other side?” He asked with an amused raised eyebrow. Bakugou huffed as he crossed his arms looking away from Kirishima. Kirishima let out a chuckle at the blond Alpha’s behaviour. He knocked on the door.  

“Just a second!” They heard from the other side. Kirishima gave Bakugou a pointed look. Bakugou ignored him. Before either of them could say anything, the door opened just enough for you to poke your head through without showing your nest or anything inside. Your eyes widened at the ginormous redhead. Bakugou already towered over you easily but with Kirishima standing here he made even him seem smaller. Kirishima was around a good five inches taller than Bakugou. He had a broad sharp toothed smile on his face but what really got you was the eyes. The eyes you saw a few days ago. The ones filled with kindness and good intent. You smiled matching his broad grin. “Afternoon big guy! It’s good to see you.”  

Kirishima was like an excited puppy as he looked to Bakugou with wider eyes at the nickname. It only made the blond roll his eyes. Kirishima then looked back to you. “Its great to see you too. Are you doing okay? We wanted to check in on you since dinner is right about ready.”  

“It is?” You asked with a high raised eyebrow. You scratched the side of your head in shock. “Have I been stuck here for so long?” You asked.  

“Yes. Yes, you have.” Bakugou answered you bluntly.  

You chuckled not thinking much of Bakugou’s attitude as you switched off the lights to the room. “Sorry Bakugou, I kind of just left you all alone. I’m sorry.” You apologised with a soft smile.  

The blond Alpha looked at you a bit taken a back before letting out a soft growl. Not at you, but at the fact that he had allowed himself to let you apologise when you had done nothing wrong. He looked away from you. “Don’t apologise, idiot. It’s fine. You did nothing wrong. If you want to fucking nest, then nest. Be my guest.”  

Kirishima rolled his eyes. “As you can see here, Katsuki isn’t the best at communication, but he tries.” Bakugou opened his mouth to say something to Kirishima, but the giant redhead just kissed his forehead, instantly making all the words the blond Alpha had to say, evaporate. You watched slowly as his face turned pink as he just turned around fully, huffing as he grumbled. You couldn’t help but giggle at him. He was rather cute. Like a cute angry puppy. Kirishima smiled before turning to you. Seeing as you were not uncomfortable with see them be affectionate towards each other, he saw it as a good sign. “How about you come down for dinner? Kats is an amazing cook.”  

“Sure thing! I can’t wait to taste.” You smiled as you closed the door, following them downstairs.  

-Glitch1d

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Doughnuts and Shell Casings

one shot series // part 1 of ?

summary: you finally gather the courage to leave your routine and do something different. your expectations are blown out of the water as you meet your soulmates in a less-than-expected way. 

genre: soulmate au, bts au, mafia au, poly au, 

pairing: mafia bts x innocent reader

warnings: robberies/break-ins, attempted kidnapping, murder, reader witnesses a murder, bruises, mafia bangtan, weapon use, very touchy bangtan, blood, 

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Mornings were always the best for you. You loved getting things done and then having the rest of the day to relax or do whatever your heart desired. It was probably one of the reasons you loved working at a café, that and the free coffee and pastries.

Doughnut was the name of the café, named after the owner’s famous doughnuts she handmakes every morning before opening. Nayeon and Jihyo owned the café and were also some of your closest friends. You had gone to school with them, and the rest of their soulgroup.

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Silent Grace| Chapter one: the 'perfect' family 

✎ ship: Min Yoongi x Fem reader

✎ au/genre: Mafia!Au , angsty , smut, Violence

✎ rating: Mature 18+

✎ wc: 3.2k

✎summary: Min Yoongi lives a pretty private life for the most part. He is rich and powerful. His name carries weight. He is one of the most feared men alive but he has a soft, sweet spot. You are his sweet spot. You are the one thing he swore to protect...even if it means lying to you...

About everything.

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“Good morning, beautiful” 

The words always filled your heart with happiness as you turned into your boyfriend’s arms, pecking his lips softly and wrapping your arms around your neck while he wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“Good morning, my love.” 

Yoongi always knew how to make you swoon whenever he was near. You knew him back in high school but you wouldn’t say you two were close, per say. More like when you were in class, you’d talk casually but after school you had your separate group of friends. Especially since you were focused on getting your Nursing degree while Yoongi was focused on music amongst other things from what you heard. So you were acquaintances for lack of a better term.  You didn’t even become friends with Yoongi until you ran into him while working at a random cafe after high school. 

You guys almost clicked instantly, for you it was a nice catch-up but for Yoongi, it was nice to see someone from his past when his life was still normal and calm. You guys ended up talking until you closed that night. 

The night was full of laughter and good conversation which led to Yoongi coming by every day at closing to spend some time with you. It was easy for you because you had someone to talk to while doing chores, and it was great for him since he didn’t always like being in crowded areas all the time. 

From that moment on, Yoongi always related you to his tranquility, his eye of the storm. He quickly fell into a routine. He’d wake up, eat, go to work, come home, shower then come see you, go home, then finally, he’d go to sleep with you on the brain. He had a lot of thoughts about the future for him, for you, just how he could be the best for you. 

In the beginning, you didn’t see Yoongi that way nor did you think he thought of you like this. You always found him handsome of course, even in high school. That wasn’t something you ever denied. You just never put Yoongi and a potential boyfriend in the same category. He was popular then and he still was. Mainly because his family is rich and had so much power in Daegu. Everyone respected the Min family. They always had the best of the best. The best parties, the best cars, the best homes. You’ve been invited by Yoongi multiple times to come to one of his parties but you always declined to focus on your studies.  By the time you graduated high school, Yoongi was already classified as a millionaire.  But even with that, Yoongi wasn’t the typical popular guy. He didn’t ask for it, nor did he do anything in particular to gain popularity. He knew most people became his friend just for the status or for good looks.  He was more on the quiet side and his other friends were the loud ones, he was in his own world most of the time. He only had two friends that he trusted, mainly because they’ve been in his life for as long as he could remember. 

Namjoon was a few years younger than him. They never had class together, but they would always hang out with one another growing up. Namjoon’s father was best friends with Yoongi’s father. Even to this day, both of their fathers still consider each other great friends. They always took care of one another so naturally, Yoongi and Namjoon did the same for one another. Namjoon looked up to Yoongi, and he always wanted to make him proud oddly enough. 

Seokjin on the other hand viewed both Yoongi and Namjoon as two younger brothers he never had. He didn’t have much of a relationship with his parents, in fact he hardly knew them. He always did things on his own until Yoongi’s father found him when he was just sixteen years old. Yoongi wasn’t looking for a sibling but when Seokjin came around, both Namjoon and Yoongi loved having him around. He was always cracking jokes and he always loved cooking. That’s where Yoongi learned how to cook, even if he hardly does it now. Namjoon could never get a hold of how to cook, but he didn’t need to, he was more book smart anyway. 

You hardly remember seeing Seokjin or Namjoon while in school with Yoongi. You were pretty sure they were around but you were more focused on your school work than anything else. 

With that being said, Yoongi wouldn’t talk to anyone other than his friends…and you when in class of course. You were different to him. He didn’t know if it would develop into anything, but he knew he liked you.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to become closer. 

You quickly became friends that eventually became lovers. 

Yoongi was everything you ever wanted in a boyfriend. He was sweet, he was attentive, he even cooked with you. He had a big beautiful home and money, you didn’t really care about that, but it was a nice perk. He loved taking you on dates, it was truly his favorite thing. He didn’t care where you wanted to go as long as he was with you. You guys mostly went out around evening time or after it was dark. You didn’t mind it too much since the streets of Seoul light up the best after dark. A truly beautiful sight. Hardly ever did you both have time to go out during the day, which was understandable since you were moving forward in your career and he had his own as well. You assumed he decided to work with his father to maintain his family riches or he really decided to take music seriously. You’ve heard a few of his songs and he’s really good. 

 You had days off but it seemed Yoongi never had any days off and he was always leaving, sometimes for days at a time. At first you were understanding, you didn’t want to question him about his work. But these work trips were becoming more frequent and more demanding. Some would last a few weeks, and you wouldn’t hear from Yoongi often; again usually at night wherever he was. 

You found those work demands to be odd. He was always extremely tired and cuddly when he came home. You didn’t hate that but sometimes, it was concerning how he clung to you at the end of the night. It was almost like he had a guilty conscience when he came home. Nevertheless, you were always there for him. Never questioning him. Maybe working with his father was hard. 

There was more than that though. Sometimes his co-workers or people who worked for him–actually not some times, damn near everyday– his workers would come over and talk business with him. For hours.

Yoongi also had so many people that would come over to your shared home on a daily basis. You remember back when Yoongi had asked you to come move in with him. He had maids, cooks, gardeners, even car keepers and mechanics would come by and perform certain tasks. Nothing out of the ordinary for someone that has lots of money, but different for you. 

Most of the time, you guys wouldn’t drive. Yoongi always had a driver to take either you or him wherever you needed to go. You liked it, especially when you worked long hours and didn’t feel like driving but it was new to you.

He had it all. Anything you wanted, he got it for you and more. No matter the price. He even mentioned to you about building another home closer to your mom. When you guys would be at his home, your mom could stay in the other one. You wondered what your boyfriend and his father did to afford a lifestyle such as this. You presumed they were businessmen, since you knew his family owned a couple companies. Although Yoongi was gone a lot, often he would continue his work in his office. You hardly went in there, you couldn’t even remember what it looked like inside. The door was always locked. Only Yoongi, Namjoon and Seokjin held the password for the room which was odd to you, but you presumed that it was very important business in there, and since he had so many people in and out of your home, he didn’t want just anyone walking in and out of his office. 

You’d met his mother but never his father. He was always busy and never able to get out of work. But yet, Yoongi’s father was always on these business trips with him. 

You tried asking his mother about the work Yoongi and his father would work on, but she would stumble around the question or just sweetly tell you it was something for Yoongi to tell you, which he had no intention of doing. You never really asked, so,  could you blame him? Today, that will change.

Finally building the courage, you decided that today you were going to ask the burning question. 

Your fingers played with Yoongi’s long hair that rested against the nape of his neck, looking into his eyes. His eyes rest on your lips before looking into yours. Chuckling softly.

“What’s on that pretty mind of yours? Is there something you want? Whatever it is, it’s yours, no questions asked.” Yoongi smiled softly before he turned his head and gave the most chilling look possible to the chef and maid who were doing their duties in the kitchen. 

“Do you mind? My girlfriend and I are having a private conversation,” his voice was teetering on the line of dark and demanding, but not rude. Just very stern and straight to the point. 

They didn’t question him, they immediately dropped what they were doing and left the kitchen. Of course you were taken back but you didn’t question it either, he’s done it millions of times at this point, you were hardly phased by it. 

“They didn’t have to leave baby. I just have a question,” you exclaimed. “They did, we deserve to have each other to ourselves before we head to work.” Yoongi smiled as his hands rubbed your waist. “Speaking of work..” you trailed off. His eyebrow cocked as you continued, “I wanted to talk to you about that.”

“You’ve decided to allow me to take care of you?” Yoongi asked. You playfully rolled your eyes and scoffed as he chuckled from your response. “You already take care of me, my job is practically a stressful hobby at this point,” you laughed along with him. “All the more reason for you to leave it altogether” he soothed. 

“Seriously baby, I have a real question,” you giggled, he lifted his hands and chuckled, surrendering “okay okay, love. Talk to me.” 

You took a deep breath before pushing your words out. “I’ve been thinking, we’ve been together for a few years now, four to be exact, and I realized that you never told me about your job before. You’ve taken me to work parties and I’ve met your co-workers but I haven’t been to your job to, you know, bring you lunch or do other…things, you know? But what do you do? What’s your job title?” You both shared a small chuckle as you continued, “I just want to know what my man does.” 

You couldn’t tell but Yoongi was genuinely taken aback by that question. He quickly realized you were right. He never told you anything about his job. 

“You’re right baby, I guess I never told you, huh? Well, my father and I own a real estate company. We have different clients all over Korea, Japan, and the states. My father started it when I was younger and once I graduated, he began teaching me about the business so I could run it and pass it to my son. Whenever that happens.” Yoongi explained. “The reason for the recent jump into more traveling is my father wants to expand to Paris amongst other places.”  

You believed him. No question about it. That would explain the many trips, late nights, and early mornings. 

“That’s so cool. I bet you see so many beautiful places!” you smiled completely amazed. “I’m kind of jealous.” 

“Baby, you can see any of those places and more. We can go whenever you want. I can easily have Namjoon or Seokjin take over for me for a while. They’re more than just co workers, they are like the..’boss’ when the boss is away. Name the place and we’ll be on the next flight,” Yoongi said, kissing your lips. You pouted. “You can take days off since you practically own the company, nursing isn’t so forgiving,” you said, popping a strawberry into your mouth after kissing him goodbye. “I’ll see you later tonight baby! I have some errands to run and your mom wants to meet up for a little!” you yelled as you walked towards your shared room and back to your stunning walk-in closet that looked like a room all on its own. 

Yoongi let out a sigh of relief as you walked off. Leaning against the counter, his head was spiraling as Namjoon and Seokjin walked in. 

“Why does it look like you’ve been stressing over an exam?” Seokjin joked while Namjoon scoffed playfully. Yoongi wasn’t in the mood to laugh. 

“I just lied to my girlfriend…again.” 

The guys looked at each other before looking at Yoongi. They never knew what to do in these situations. 

“Truthfully boss, we told you it wasn’t a good idea. Especially with the life you currently live,” Namjoon advised. 

Seokjin agreed, “You should have learned from your parents’ situation.” 

Yoongi scoffed, “ I have no intention of marrying someone I don’t like, let alone love. I can’t live like that…” he trailed off thinking about you. 

“You must really love her,” Seokjin said. 

“With my whole heart.” Yoongi challenged, “There’s no doubt in my mind that she’s the one I love.” 

“Then why haven’t you told her?” 

Before Yoongi could answer you waltz back into the kitchen to kiss him goodbye. 

“Oh, good morning Joon. Good morning Seokjin! I’m sorry for interrupting, I just wanted to tell Yoongi goodbye.” You smiled as you squeezed past them to get to Yoongi who’s smile hasn’t left his face since you entered the room. 

“You weren’t interrupting anything, we were just talking about the day ahead. Speaking of, when you get home, let’s go somewhere tonight?” Yoongi asked, kissing your cheek gently. 

“Okay baby, wherever you want to go.” You kissed his lips once more, “your mom is waiting for me! I’ll see you later. Bye Joon, bye Seokjin! See you soon!” you smiled as you headed out the door. 

“Have a great day, yn.” Joon smiled

“Bring me back something special!” Seokjin joked, earning a look from Yoongi. “Have fun, yn. Stay safe!” Seokjin chuckled along with you as you left 

Yoongi sighed once you were out the door.  

“She seems pretty understanding, why won’t you just talk to her?” Namjoon asked, finally relaxing. 

“She sees this big house, all your workers, the late nights, the traveling…why not just be honest?” Seokjin asked as he signaled the cook to come back and complete breakfast. 

“We know what happens when people find out about our ‘work’; they no longer want anything to do with us. I don’t want that with yn. More importantly, the less people that know about her, the better chance I can keep her safe,” Yoongi admitted. “I’m afraid that once someone knows about her…I’ll lose her. Not because she found out, but because someone found out about her…”

Namjoon and Seokjin nodded. 

“So…I guess we’re real estate agents now?” Seokjin joked, breaking the silence.

“Yes, we are. I need you two to go buy some property. Some here, some in Japan, and the states. I don’t care what you buy but just make sure it’s at least liveable. Something you can see yourself in. Maybe we could really sell something to bring in more revenue,” Yoongi said, tossing his keys to Namjoon as he headed back upstairs. 

“And what are you going to do?” 

“I’m going back to bed.” 

The guys watched Yoongi run his fingers through his long locks as he yawned heading to his bedroom and closed the door behind him. 

“I wish I could go back to bed,” Seokjin scoffed. “Lucky bastard.” 

Namjoon chuckled, “There’s always time to sleep on the plane. Let’s go find some property to make us some money.” He wrapped his arm roughly around Seokjin’s shoulders as they headed out the door. 

Yoongi didn’t go to sleep, though. He just laid there. Thinking about you. He knew his ‘job’ was gruesome in some– most cases. He knew his life up to now wasn’t something to be romanticized or even glorified. Noting he did was something you’d be proud about. You wouldn’t even find the things he did to be exciting or fascinating. You were too gentle and sweet to enjoy things like that. You hardly watched true crimes. You work as a nurse and sometimes you’d see the worst of the worst. Why would you want to come home and hear about the same thing you just handled at work? Yoongi saw how sometimes work took a toll on you, it killed him to hear about some of the cases that he was the cause for. 

It really fucked him up in the head to hear about his girlfriend taking care of a person his guys handled on his behalf. He hated it. It’s one of the reasons why he wants you to quit. 

But he knew if you did, you would be here alone, a lot. Then the questions would begin again and you would possibly find out the truth. Then you would leave him. Which he didn’t want, but if you ever left him, he couldn’t keep you safe. You and your family would be in danger, he couldn’t have that. You weren’t like his mother and he wasn't like his father. You really cared for one another. He wanted nothing but the best for you, and you wanted nothing but the best for him. 

“She’s different, Sir,” one of his maids, Kai, said standing by the closet. Yoongi looked over at her before looking back at the ceiling. Kai has been his maid since he was a kid. He has a soft spot for her, so he hardly ever yells at her and he often comes to her for advice. 

“I know. Isn’t she amazing?” he smiled softly. “I did nothing to deserve her.” 

“You’re a good kid, too, Min. You’re better than your father,” she admitted sitting next to Yoongi. He sat up and nodded, chuckling. “Everyone is better than my father. There’s no questioning that.” 

Now, Yoongi wouldn’t let a soul talk bad about his father. Deep down, he knew his father had good intentions. But he couldn’t deny the shit he put his family through, let alone Kai’s family. 

“Just promise, no matter what..You’ll treat her with the same love and respect you show me and your mother.” Kai smiled. 

Yoongi pulled his lips into a straight line and nodded, “Of course. I really love her Kai…I really do.” 

“Oh? So a baby and a wedding soon?” Kai joked. 

“Wedding? Possibly. A baby? To be determined,” Yoongi laughed.

Just why🥲

The Bond

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Relationship: Neteyam x Fem!Na’vi!Reader

Summary: The bond is a beautiful thing, but it’s also the most painful thing you ever experienced.

Word Count: 14k

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids). Major character death. Angst. Pregnancy. ATWOW spoilers.

Comments: Hockey people look away, look away… After watching ATWOW I physically could not stop thinking about ‘what if you could feel the bond’ the way Parabatai feel each other in the Mortal Instruments and one thing led to another… This really was supposed to just be a short little imagine just to get the idea out of my head so I could work on my other projects but then I went hmmm no I think this needs some context for it to make sense and then I proceeded to write their entire fucking story cradle to grave and spent WAY too much time fact checking every single detail… There were a bunch of ways I could have expanded this, but I told myself no because no one needs a 50k+ Neteyam story… Also, this was not betad because I was not about to subject my poor beta to my current Avatar obsession.

Disclaimer: I thought Neteyam was 20 the whole movie so that’s how old he is in this, which is about the same age Jake and Neytiri were in the first film. And also, Neteyam wears a battle belt, which means he is seen as a man among the Omatikaya.

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*Chef kiss💋😘*

the Little Fox Masterlist

“The idea of being free was a foreign concept. Being free meant having choices, having opportunities. Being a hybrid meant never being free.”

Summary: Just as you escaped the Little Fox, a bidding house, you find yourself at war with your thoughts, not wanting to go to another shelter. You didn’t expect yourself to find a home anywhere, especially not with the men who found you, and their pack.

Pairing: eventual polyBTS x hybrid reader

Genre: hybrid au!, fluff, angst, poly, mentions of abo, slowburn, eventual smut

Status: Complete

Warnings: insecurities, anxiety, past abuse, past sexual abuse, mentions of rape/noncon, some violence, mentions of violence. Some warnings may be added to the beginning of individual chapters. 

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Chapters:

moodboard

playlist 

character profiles

Preview 

Preview 2

Part 1: The Beginning

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Part 2: Roaring Realizations

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18: The Finale

Drabbles:

drabble 1

drabble 2

Grocery Shopping

This Is Halloween 

‘Twas The Night Before Christmas

This was so 😖🥰

who's your bias? | kth

Everyone says idols shouldn’t date their fans. Little did you know the crazy sasaengs aren't the ones who might ruin your relationship. It might just be your boyfriend's best friends.

» pairing: idol!taehyung x music producer girlfriend!reader

» genre: BTS | 18+ | idol au | established relationship | fluffy smut | lil bit of angst | an attempt at army-specific humor

» wc/date: 12.6k | January 2023

» warnings: canon divergent (i'm just making shit up y'all, as usual) | jealousy | relationship insecurity | reader might seem annoying at first but i swear it gets cute very quickly | tae enjoys using terms of endearment | soft!dom tae | finger sucking | thigh riding | tae's got a Big Dick, but what else is new? | blowjob | fingering | unprotected vaginal sex | overstimulation | a breeding kink is ~hinted at~ | cunnilingus | yoonmin4ever

» notes: this was entirely self-indulgent 😂 i hope my taehyung whores enjoy my first idol au oneshot. also i wrote 80% of this while i was high and with no beta so if it's bad, now you know why

» masterlist | AO3 | send me ur thots 👅

» what was jai listening to? impatient - jeremih ft. ty dolla $ign

“Y/N, stop it right now.” 

Your boyfriend breathes the command faster than you can even open your mouth to greet him. With a roll of your eyes, you put your phone on speaker and sit it on the floor beside you. Rummaging through the cardboard boxes littering your apartment is easier done with both hands. 

“Why hello, Taehyung. What a pleasure to hear from you.”

“Are you seriously mad at me right now?” From the whine in his voice you’re positive he’s wearing a deep pout, bottom lip jutting out as far as it can. You love kissing his pouts away. 

But not this time! And not just because you’re on opposite sides of the world. 

“Shouldn’t you be asleep? It’s so late there and I’m sure you’re very tired from displaying your dick to all of America for three hours.” 

The cardboard box in front of you has “BEDROOM” scribbled in your father’s handwriting on the side in thick, black Sharpie. It’s full of little trinkets and random decor. A Shooky plushie is crammed into the corner in between a cracked Army bomb and a small framed photo of you with your parents. You smile to yourself despite your boyfriend’s huffing over the phone. Your father had given you a strange look as he helped you pack the items as if to ask, Really? Do you really need these? 

Just because you’re dating a member of BTS now doesn’t mean you can’t cherish your old BTS merch! It’s not weird, in your opinion. It would only be weird if you made it weird. And you weren’t making it weird. 

“I did not display my dick!” 

You roll your eyes for probably the fifth time while you ponder where to put Shooky. You'd kept it on your dresser in your old home in the States. Something tells you Taehyung won’t appreciate the lack of a Tata beside it. 

“You were thrusting and throwing it around! And pointing at it while doing it, too!” 

“Y/N!” 

“Don’t Y/N me! I have my TikTok evidence!” 

With your cracked Army bomb in hand, you open the app in question, scrolling through your favorited videos until you get to the one. The one uploaded only a day before. The one you’d texted to Taehyung which prompted his immediate phone call. 

“And what does the caption say?” you ask but then cut Taehyung off before he can answer the question. “It says, and I quote, ‘I will never forget Taehyung doing this. I looped this for hours. Kim Taehyung lives in my head rent-free.’ Hashtag Taehyung. Hashtag HipsDon’tLie. With the woozy face emoji. And do we need to discuss the music choice?” 

“Y/N, can you please-” 

“Slut Me Out,” you deadpan in a monotone voice. “That is the song they chose for you.”

The other end is silent for so long you start to feel bad. Every time your jealousy spikes, you seem to act on impulse rather than thinking through how you might make Taehyung feel. Yes, he sometimes plays his part in the group a little too well, but you also knew that this was his job. It’s his job to make people get excited - excited for the music, the group, and himself as an idol. 

Still, your opinion is the most important to him, and you know that. 

“Jagiya…” Taehyung sniffles and you feel your heart shatter. 

Fuck, you really are a bitch, aren’t you? 

“Tae, I’m sorry.” 

“No, I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know, I didn’t really think anything of it. It’s just an act, y’know?” 

You did know. Away from the stage and the cameras, Taehyung is quiet, almost shy. He’s happy to be a silent observer of whatever chaos his members create. He gifts everyone with puffy cheeks and boxy grins, sometimes a boisterous laugh that manages to make your heart soar every time. But the soft-spoken soul you listen to old school R&B with while you smoke strawberry swisher blunts on the balcony late into the night, and convince that yes, the apartment is soundly built and no, the balcony will not randomly fall out beneath you… That person is different from the person you see wearing a resting bitch face in interviews or the person who chews away at imaginary gum during concerts. 

You find all versions of Taehyung endearing, although the fake gum chewing is kind of embarrassing if you wanted to be perfectly honest. 

“I know, Tae. I’m sorry I’m being judgmental for no reason,” you insist and you hope he believes you. Complaints about his idol status typically resulted in red eyes and sniffles, yet sometimes you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing his pressure points despite his sensitivity.  

Your apology puts Taehyung in a better mood because his following comment is cheekier than you expect. 

“You get jealous a lot, jagi.” His smug tone is close to bringing back your irritation. 

“I am not jealous of some fans in a stadium, thanks.” 

“Good,” he says more cheerfully. “‘Cause I only have sights for you.” 

That makes you laugh and you feel your earlier heaviness disappear. “You mean, you only have eyes for me?” 

“Isn’t that what I said?” 

You shake your head as if Taehyung can see you. A few photo strips are beneath Shooky in the cardboard box. You silently curse your father (respectfully and endearingly) for casually placing something so fragile in the bottom of a box. The photos are of you and Taehyung in a photo booth at a birthday party for an idol you didn’t know. An actor, you think. You thumb at one of the corners of the photo strip that has curled inward. Taehyung’s hair was straight then, and short, falling just above his ears. You much prefer the thick waves he wears now. 

“You’re so cute.” 

“Only for you.” 

“Oh shut up, now you’re being corny.” 

You’re not sure why, but you try to suppress the smile Taehyung’s light flirting coaxes out of you, even though he can’t see you. Accepting his teasing affection has always been hard for you. All the boys are too caring; it makes you uncomfortable, but not in a bad way. You’re just not used to men acting like that. They’re all very different from the men you’ve been around growing up. There’s a reason Taehyung can’t listen to you talk about your ex-boyfriends without getting pissed. 

“Mmm, maybe. I’m also sleepy,” Taehyung slurs. His voice is so soft you almost can’t hear him, so you lift your phone to your ear rather than use the speaker setting. The smoothness feels like a lullaby gentle enough to carry you to sleep, even though it’s still daylight in Seoul. 

“Goodnight, Kim.” You decide for him, knowing he would stay on the phone if you let him. 

Confirming your thoughts, Taehyung grumbles when he speaks next. “I love you, jagi.” 

“I love you, too.” People always talk about the “honeymoon phase” when the butterflies disappear and couples no longer feel the exciting draw toward each other anymore. It’s been less than a year since you started dating Taehyung, but you’re confident that your heart will always flutter when you hear those three words so confidently spoken. Taehyung had been the first to say it; something about that makes you even more sure of your relationship. 

“Can’t wait to see you soon so I can slut you out.” 

“... please go to bed and never say that ever again.” 

In the distance, you hear someone start yelling. The noise is accompanied by a rather aggressive ruffling sound, as though Taehyung’s phone is being rubbed against fabric. 

“Are you two having phone sex?” The second voice accuses, this time sounding much clearer. 

“Hyung, leave me alone,” Taehyung whines. “Y/N, tell him to go away.” 

You let out a long sigh, but the grin finally cuts through the hardened expression you try to maintain. “Goodnight, Jimin.” 

It sounds like the two boys start physically fighting each other before Taehyung lets out a breathy, “Goodnight, baby,” accompanied by Jimin screeching something you can’t understand before the call ends. 

With a shake of your head, you leave your phone on the floor and get up to position Shooky and your Army bomb on your dresser. You’ll figure out what to do with it later, you decide.

Later ends up being three more days of you giving a half-assed attempt to sort through the boxes. Your bedroom is mostly organized by the end of the week with only one more box remaining, shoved into the corner of the room. It’s a bunch of family keepsakes that will make you cry if you start looking at them. 

Right now you want to make a beeline to the kitchen. 

It’s hard not to trip over all the boxes that litter your apartment, most of them already torn open and half-empty. The kitchen hasn’t been fully unpacked, either, so you opt for instant ramen in the microwave rather than dig for utensils to cook a proper meal. It’s pretty bad. You and Taehyung are a terrible match; you both have no idea how to cook. There’s no point in all the fancy kitchenware your parents bought you. You’ll never master any of it. It’s not because you don’t put in any effort, like Taehyung. You’re genuinely shit at cooking. 

And baking? That’s even worse. 

You stand in the middle of your living room while you shovel ramen in your mouth. It’s too hot, so you inhale loudly through your teeth to cool the food off before it scorches your throat. There’s so much you need to do, and it’s making you nauseous thinking about it. Somewhere in the mix of boxes are your Hangeul textbooks that you should be studying in your free time instead of playing video games and video chatting with your friends. It’s only been a week and a half, but you already feel lonely without the constant presence of your friends and family. The boys have been on tour the entire time. Namjoon decided you moving to Seoul while they’re on tour would make your arrival less suspicious, and everyone would be more focused on the tour than whatever an unknown American music producer is doing. 

In your opinion, Namjoon was overthinking the whole thing as he is wont to do. But you let him be bossy because you know his heart is in the right place. It’s not like the public knows you’re dating Taehyung. There hasn’t been any press or rumors about you at all. You’re genuinely unknown.

You prefer it that way. 

Your fork scrapes the bottom of the bowl and you realize you’ve scarfed down the ramen without much thought. You suppose it’s easier to do that when you aren’t using chopsticks. (You’ve managed to master them, for the most part, but you prefer to fall back on forks when you’re alone at home.) 

You place the bowl on top of the large cardboard box in front of the couch. It has the pieces for your coffee table inside, but you haven’t had the energy to put it together yet. The part of you that allows your feminism to leave your body whenever the boys are around is kind of hoping you can get one of them to build it for you. Maybe Yoongi. He’s into that kind of stuff. 

With a sigh, you flop onto the couch and slip your phone out of your back pocket. A few Whatsapp and KakaoTalk notifications light up the screen. You used to be terrible at responding to texts, but moving halfway across the world has made you a better texter. It’s a way to fill the loneliness. 

[Alex] hey bitch

[Alex] this 15 hour time difference sucks ass

[You] I’m sorry 

[Alex] its fine. i’ll forgive you for chasing money and dick

[You] I’m not chasing dick omg

[Alex] dont lie

[Alex] whats that tiffany pollard meme

[You] Stop

[Alex] i know his dick is big. i know it! i know it’s big!

[You] I hate you

[Alex] you didnt deny it. anywayyy did you see this? 

As much as you adore Alex, she’s an expert at getting under your skin. You remind yourself that it’s all harmless as you click on the link she texts you. 

BTS' V woos fans with his casual rockstar visuals on his return from world tour

Kim Taehyung, also known professionally as V of BTS, was spotted at John F. Kennedy International Airport on Friday. The singer is reportedly returning early to South Korea ahead of his band members after completing the final performance of their…   

You don’t know why you read the shitty k-pop tabloids. You figure it’s the same reason why people make a hobby out of watching bad movies. There’s a weird itch in the back of your brain that can’t be scratched unless you open the link Alex texts you— teasingly, of course, because she thinks she’s being funny. Your friends don’t understand the nauseous feeling you get when you scroll through the article and accidentally click on a link that takes you to an external website flaunting doctored photos of your boyfriend with Jennie Kim. 

BTS’ V and BLACKPINK’s Jennie Spend Romantic Weekend in Paris 

You know it’s a lie because the weekend in question was the same weekend Taehyung flew you to Seoul to do a final walkthrough of your apartment before you signed off on it. Taehyung spent every second of that weekend by your side. 

The article makes you sick anyway. 

You’re so caught up in trying to craft a text to Alex to explain why she needs to leave you the fuck alone that you don’t hear the sound of your apartment’s front door open over the music you’re listening to. 

“I’m gone for a few months and I come home to you listening to some other band?” 

“Holy shit, Tae, you can’t do that to me,” you yelp when Taehyung leans over the back of the couch to hover over your shoulder. 

“Explain yourself.” His voice is warm honey and milk even when his strong eyebrows point downward in mock disappointment. The expression is almost convincing, his naturally sharp features making conjuring up a dark appearance easier. 

“You can’t tell me Stray Kids’ new album isn’t good.” 

“Jagiya, I just got home,” Taehyung whines. “Kiss me and stop thirsting over Australian boys.” 

He touches your chin to tip your head backward. You lean your head against the back of the couch and look up at him. The position makes you think of the iconic Spiderman kiss, seeing Taehyung’s face upside down above yours. 

“Y’know, I worked on a few of their songs. Before I met you.” 

The confession is meant to tease him for making fun of your music choice. Of course, words’ impact often diverges from intent. It’s in the twist of his face and the way he pulls back slightly just before his lips brush against yours that you know you’ve made him jealous. 

“Oh did you?” His hair hangs around his face as he leans over you.

“Mhm, Bang Chan’s accent is really cu—” 

You shouldn’t be shocked when strong hands squeeze your waist and Taehyung hauls you off the couch to stand in front of him. He wraps his arm around your waist to pull you tightly against his chest. 

“You didn’t work with any other groups before us, okay?” 

You purse your lips to hold in the laughter that threatens to explode from your chest. All you can do is nod in agreement. It reminds you of girls getting upset when they remember their boyfriends dated other people before them. 

“Good.” 

Taehyung dips his head down to connect his lips with yours. The closeness of his body forces you to inhale his cologne and feel goosebumps travel down your arms. It’s been months since you’ve so much as held Taehyung’s hand and you feel like you’ve been starved. Your body trembles so severely that you dig your nails into his biceps to hold yourself upright. You moan into his mouth, already open and ready for you because Taehyung is nothing but giving. 

The kiss isn’t bruising, not yet. It’s slow and deep. Taehyung takes his time reminding himself of your taste. You grip the nape of his neck to pull him down as you meet him by standing on your tiptoes. His height has always been one of your favorite aspects of his physical appearance. Dark, watchful eyes that pierce into your soul might be at the top of the list. 

His tongue swirls around yours, only retreating to suck your bottom lip into his mouth. His teeth graze along the plump skin, each nibble making you dizzy in the head. You normally hate wet kisses, but there’s something satisfying about seeing Taehyung’s lips pink and shiny with your spit when he finally pulls away. Pride thrums in your chest; you did that. You made his tan skin flush pink. You made his eyes dark and sharp. You made his breathing ragged and desperate. 

And, fuck, does it feel good. 

You run your fingers along his sharp jawline and watch the muscles flex beneath his taunt skin. “Don’t clench your jaw like that. It’s not good for you,” you muse, allowing your fingers to skim over his Adam’s apple. 

“I’m trying to stay calm.” 

Your eyebrows fly up with concern. “What’s wrong?” 

“Wanna bend you over the couch and fuck you until you can’t walk,” Taehyung says with such a gentle tone that the stark difference between what he says and how he says it has your body trembling once again. 

You inhale sharply and let your hand fall from his throat. Instead, you reach for the lapels of his leather jacket and squeeze them. 

“Why don’t you?” 

You can’t look at him when you ask. Even though you’ve been dating for almost a year, Taehyung still intimidates the hell out of you sometimes. The darkness of his eyes when he gets horny sends you reeling. You’re sure if you look up, you’ll see The Look. He stares at you unabashedly with an expression of desire so strong you feel like he might consume you just by looking at you.

“You haven’t eaten yet and I need to take a shower.” 

“How do you know I haven’t eaten yet?” With a pout, you finally dare to look your boyfriend in the face. The way he gapes at you is judgmental and doesn’t make you feel devour-worthy at all. 

“I know you,” he scoffs. “You’re just like Jimin. I bet you haven’t even been awake more than two hours.” 

Barely a year into your relationship and he’s already reading you like an open book. You can’t stay salty about it when his bread cheeks come out and he’s giggling at the frustrated “hmph” you let out. 

“I’ll be fast,” he promises with a smirk that collapses into another fit of giggles. The hearty slap on your ass encourages you toward the kitchen while Taehyung makes his way to the bathroom. 

You did already eat, but today is an outlier. Normally, you are like Jimin, staying up too late and sleeping in longer than everyone else. And sometimes you’re like Yoongi, too. You get so caught up in the songs you’re working on that you forget to stop to eat or pee or look somewhere other than at a computer screen. 

The move to Seoul threw you off your usual work schedule. Everything you need to get done is looming over your head like a dark cloud. If Namjoon comes back before you finish editing the English lyrics of his upcoming single, you might die of embarrassment, no matter how many times Taehyung insists that Namjoon won’t be disappointed. 

Taehyung wasn’t lying about being quick. He’s wearing a white cotton t-shirt and grey sweatpants when he returns, hair damp and swept away from his face. You’re still standing at the fridge, painfully aware of how little food you have. Plenty of grapefruit soju, though. Priorities. 

“Do you want ramen?” You eventually ask. When Taehyung doesn’t respond, you turn to give him a sheepish smile. He probably thinks you’re ridiculous. 

Taehyung is sitting at the kitchen table with your phone in his hands. His eyebrows scrunch together and he turns to you with narrowed eyes. 

“Why were you looking at this?” 

He lifts your phone in your direction. The doctored photos of him and Jennie glare back at you. You feel your heart drop into the pit of your stomach.  

“Tae, I didn’t—” You snap your mouth shut because, honestly, it looks bad. It looks bad no matter how you explain yourself because Taehyung’s bottom lip is already quivering and you know you’re both replaying the stupid TikTok phone call in your heads right now. 

The two of you stare at each other for only god knows how long. You’re the first to break; not many people can hold their own in a staring contest with Kim Taehyung. Yoongi is probably the only one. Jungkook would give a valiant effort, but he’d ultimately crumble in a fit of nervous giggles. Taehyung is scary when he wants to be. 

Dating Taehyung started as an unbelievably exciting experience. You had your brush with fame before meeting the boys, but Taehyung was the first idol to give you genuine attention beyond whatever job needed to be done. Not that you’d ever sought it out; you had more dignity than that. No, Taehyung pursued you. Who could blame you when you fell head over heels for the sinfully gorgeous man who seemed larger than life? The long legs, big hands, and chiseled features were dangerous enough. Throw in a glowing personality, quirky sense of humor, and a big-hearted desire to care for others and you had a man who was too good to be true. 

And who are you? Some dumb American kid with average looks, a standoff personality as a result of having a bit of social anxiety (and trouble acclimating to a new country), and a penchant for fucking things up. Maybe it was your fault for not seriously considering how hard it was going to be to date an idol.  

“C’mere, jagi,” Taehyung murmurs, beckoning you. 

You expected waterworks— hell, you’re ready to start crying yourself. Instead, Taehyung wears a tired but soft smile. He holds your waist as you climb into his lap, straddling him. He wiggles a little in the chair to adjust you more comfortably on his thighs. 

“Koreaboo, really?” He gathers your face in his hands, thumbs running across your cheeks. His hands are soft and you regret not washing your face when you woke up. Sometimes it’s not fun to date someone as beautiful as Taehyung. 

“It was an accident.” 

You avoid his gaze, but Taehyung coaxes you back to look him in the eyes. It’s hard. There’s so much passion swimming in them. He blinks up at you with an earnestness that makes your heart ache because you’re always the one causing problems. 

“They could have at least used better pictures of me,” he complains with an exaggerated pout. 

“Maybe I’ll send them some from my private collection.” 

“You wouldn’t dare.” Taehyung grins as he threatens you, so you grin back. 

“Oh, I dare.” 

Quick fingers dig into your sides and you let out an embarrassing squeal. Taehyung doesn’t let up on tickling you until you’ve got tears in your eyes and your threats to elbow him in the face start sounding a bit too real. 

“Please don’t torture yourself with shit like that, okay?” He mumbles the request into your neck because your arms are thrown around his shoulders. 

You slide your fingers into his hair to cradle his head against your chest. When you dig your nails into his scalp he lets out a low groan. Nothing about the position you’re in is sexual, but you’re quickly reminded that this is the most skin-on-skin contact you’ve had with your boyfriend in months. With that fact in mind, you don’t feel bad when you scoot further into his lap and squeeze his thighs with your own. 

“Tae?” 

“Hmm?” When he tilts his head back to look up at you, he’s got that spacey, blissed-out look on his face. 

“Tell me you love me.” You place your finger against the little freckle on the tip of his nose.

The slow, boxy grin is almost better than hearing the words. Your finger migrates to touch the freckle on his lip. 

“I love you with all my heart.” He punctuates the confession with a kiss on the tip of your finger. “Your turn.” 

You roll your eyes, but it’s the reaction he’s looking for. 

“I love you, too. You dork.” 

“So romantic,” he laughs, but the amusement doesn’t reach his eyes. Instead, he watches you with lust darker than what consumed his expression earlier. 

You sit with your breath burning in your lungs as Taehyung slips his hands beneath your baggy t-shirt. His smooth palms slide up your rib cage until he reaches your tits, palming one in each hand. The tilt of his chin tells you he wants another kiss, and who are you to deny him what he wants? You dig your nails in his hair harder while you kiss him, tugging to angle his head in the direction you want. Small moments like this give the appearance that you’re in control. And Taehyung loves domming while you both pretend you’re the one in charge.

He pulls back with a wet smack. If it was anyone else, you’d be ashamed of the whimper that sounds from your throat as Taehyung removes his hands from your shirt. You grip his hair tighter, but Taehyung just chuckles. 

“So needy. What am I going to do with you?” 

You could give him a couple of ideas. There isn’t time, though. Taehyung is already grasping your chin and tilting it down. 

“Open up for me, okay?” 

Your cheeks grow hot as you open your mouth. You already know where this is going, so you stick out your tongue. Still, it’s difficult not to squirm when Taehyung presses his index and middle fingers flat against the wet muscle. 

“Suck.” 

You swallow around his fingers, sucking as best you can as he begins to thrust them into your mouth. It’s vulgar, the wet suctioning sound of his fingers dragging against your tongue. In and out, a steady pace that doesn’t go too fast. Taehyung has such long, gorgeous fingers. You quite enjoy when he wrecks your insides with them until you’re on the brink of tears. Which you’ve come to find is something Taehyung thoroughly enjoys doing. 

“You miss having your pretty mouth stuffed?”

You know any attempt at a spoken response will come out as a garbled mess. You whimper, eyes fluttering closed as you swirl your tongue around his fingers. You push your tongue in between his fingers and curl around them. 

“Gonna suck my cock like this, jagi?” He purrs the question, ending it so breathy it’s almost a moan as he eases over the term of endearment. “Show me how much you miss me, hm?” 

Maybe it’s the deep, sensual way he purrs jagi with heavy eyelids and that crooked smirk on his face. Maybe it’s because he bites his lip when he says it or that he lets his lip go with such slowness that you can see the way his teeth scrape across his plump bottom lip as it falls back into place. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s shoving his fingers just a bit deeper into your mouth. Maybe it’s all of these things that make you shift so that you can press your clothed pussy against Taehyung’s thigh. 

He flexes the muscle as you start rutting against it, rolling your hips to the rhythm of his fingers gliding in and out of your mouth. 

“Look at you.” His lips brush against the curve of your ear, sending a shiver down your back. “So desperate for me that you’re going to get off on only my thighs?” 

You’re not the type to be able to orgasm just from rutting and friction like this, but Taehyung has managed to learn your body faster than you ever expected. He slips his free hand beneath the waistband of your leggings and underwear. It’s the quick circling of his thumb against your throbbing clit combined with the rutting of your hips that sends you over the edge. 

“That’s it, baby, you did so well,” Taehyung whispers praise against the skin his lips have access to on your collarbones as you shudder in his lap. “Love seeing you cum, fuck, doing this shit over KakaoTalk fucking sucked.” 

Taehyung finally removes his fingers from your mouth when you stop moving. Seeing the string of spit that connects his fingers to your lips makes you feel weak, but you’re riding the high of his praise and skillful fingers, so you don’t care. 

He wipes your spit onto his sweatpants and gently holds your chin with his other hand. He gives you a soft smile and rubs his thumb over your bottom lip. You can taste yourself when you flick your tongue over the trail his thumb left.  

“I missed you so much,” he admits with a gentle kiss on your lips. “And not just because of this. I missed all of you, everything about you, just being with you.” 

“I missed you, too.”

It’s meant to be a confirmation of your mutual love, but it comes out like a whine. You know Taehyung doesn’t mind from the way his eyes zero in on your tongue running along your bottom lip. You don’t have to say anything more for him to know what you want. He nods once and you’re almost immediately on your knees between his legs.  

“Fuck.” He leans back in the chair and lifts his hips so you can tug his sweatpants down his thighs. “Gonna be good for me, baby?” 

You quickly nod your head, though you’re focused on gently taking Taehyung’s cock in your hand. Alex isn’t wrong. Taehyung’s dick is big, but that doesn’t mean you have to go around talking about it. That’s for you to know and for others to wonder about. 

You had to sign an NDA before you were allowed to see it, anyway, but you’d keep your mouth shut even if no legal action would be taken against you for gossiping. 

“Kiss it first.” 

He tongues the inside of his cheek as he watches you. His eyelids droop lower when you plant a puckered, open-mouthed kiss on the head of his cock. You press the tip of your tongue against the slit to lick at the precum already leaking from him. The buck of his hips isn’t unexpected, but you feel like you need to remember how to do all of this after being away from him for so long. Not to mention how tired your jaw is about to be. 

Taehyung seems to sense your hesitation because he allows his body to go slack beneath you. The hand that has reached down to dig into your scalp doesn’t let up, but he doesn’t push your head down like he normally would when you finally slide his cock down your throat. 

He doesn’t buck his hips again, even when you drool so much that the inside of his thighs become just as wet as yours. You squeeze the base of his cock, twisting your wrist to the rhythm you’ve established when you can’t take all of him into your mouth. 

You reach down to gently roll his balls with your free hand. His cock twitches against your flattened tongue and you hum with satisfaction. 

“God, your fucking mouth–” 

You make eye contact with Taehyung as your hand ventures lower. There’s nothing more beautiful than the way his face crumples with pleasure when you massage his perineum. 

“Shit, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop,” he whines. 

You ease up slightly but still suckle on the head of his cock for longer than Taehyung wants. Why not have a little fun? All you’ll end up doing is riling him up even more, and that can only be a good thing for you. 

Taehyung digs his fingers into your hair and yanks you up. It stings, but the pain might as well be white-hot pleasure once Taehyung is praising you with a gravelly voice. 

“You’re too fucking good at that.” 

You don’t even like sucking dick, but you’d do it all day, every day if Taehyung asked you to. But since he made you stop, you have other priorities to take care of, like the fact that there are way too many layers of clothes separating you from your boyfriend. While you were on your knees for him, Taehyung removed his shirt. The white cotton is discarded on the floor beside the chair and his half-dry hair is tousled around his head in a messiness only he could successfully pull off. 

After wiggling out of your leggings and underwear, you climb back onto Taehyung’s lap. His broad chest shudders beneath your touch as you run your hands down to meet his soft tummy. His responsiveness strokes the ego you didn’t realize you have. 

“Y’know, you never gave me the chance to ask you how travel went.” 

“Seriously?” He knows you’re teasing, but you like the mock-irritated tone of his voice. It makes his chest rumble. 

You use your grip on him to stabilize yourself as you grind into his lap. You scrape your nails at the nape of his neck and suck on his bottom lip. Taehyung moans into your mouth, low and throaty, when his cock glides through your wet folds as you roll your hips. He lets you pull his hair, head falling back to expose the smooth plane of his throat. Your lips leave his to latch onto his throat instead. The kisses you give him are slippery and biting and hot. 

“No hickeys, Y/N.” 

Taehyung’s scolding is deep and sharp; you both know he’s not fucking around. It’s a command he has had to throw your way more than once. The idea of marking him up is just so appetizing, but you know you can’t. Sure, makeup can make just about anything disappear, but it’s annoying to deal with and Taehyung isn’t particularly a fan of the side looks the makeup artists give each other when they see dark bruises littering his neck and collarbones. 

Maybe you’ll give him just a tiny one and suffer the consequences later. 

You cling onto him tighter when you feel two of his fingers slip inside of you. Spreading your thighs as wide as you can without throwing off your balance on the chair, you roll your hips into Taehyung’s hand to take his fingers deeper. 

“Please,” you moan against his neck. You can smell your shampoo and body wash on him. Something about him smelling like you makes you feel overwhelmingly possessive. He’s yours. Kim Taehyung is yours. 

He turns his head to the side to capture your lips with his own as he snakes his arm around your waist. The position allows him to pull you tightly against his chest. He holds you in place as he starts thrusting his fingers into your pussy just as he had thrust them into your mouth.   

Taehyung grunts as he keeps his legs spread in the chair, which in turn forces your thighs open when you try to squeeze them closed around his hand. 

“Stay still.” 

“Can’t.” You shake your head and thread your fingers through his hair, tugging the strands harder. 

It’s too much; Taehyung lights a fire against every inch of your body each time he touches you. If he was anyone else, you’d be singed, but Taehyung takes such good care of you. You’re not singed. You’re ignited. 

“You have no fucking idea,” Taehyung takes a deep breath, “No fucking idea how badly I’ve been craving you.” He warms you up with each thrust of his fingers, adding a third until you’re clawing at his shoulders. 

“So, ahh fuck, fuck me,” you gasp, your mouth hot against the corner of his jaw. Your teeth scrape against his skin and he merely lets his head fall back to give you more. 

“No please?” 

You bite his cheek in defiance and get a slap to the ass that only makes you want to bite him more. 

“Don’t be mean to me,” you whimper. 

Taehyung’s steady rhythm against your front wall has your orgasm burning so hotly in your core that you feel like you’re going to cum if he even so much as turns his head to look at you one more time. 

Your thighs are already sore by the time Taehyung removes his fingers from your pussy. He uses your sticky arousal as lube to stroke his cock and you don’t want to think about how excited you are about this. 

“Hurry up.” 

Taehyung raises his eyebrows at you just as he grips the inside of your thigh with one hand. The other he uses to line his cock with your body. You can feel the head press against your entrance, and you try to push your body down to swallow him whole, but Taehyung holds you up to stop you. 

“Impatient cockslut, aren’t you?” Taehyung chides. 

His previously spacey look is sharpened by the sparkle of mirth in his eyes. Your body tenses when he spits the insult at you, and he knows it’s making your clit throb even harder. 

“Tae.” You bite your lip because you’re close to begging at this point. 

Luckily, you don’t have to. Taehyung presses down your hip and you quickly take the lead, easing yourself onto his cock until you’re fully seated on his firm thighs. 

Your body burns from the stretch it has to make to accommodate him, but you knew it would. Even when you’re fully adjusted to him, there’s always a bit of a stretch. He also knows he has to let you ease into it to avoid slamming himself straight into your cervix. The first time it had happened, Taehyung genuinely thought he’d broken you. You kind of thought so, too, if you were going to be perfectly honest. The struggle of having a big-dicked boyfriend. 

“Okay?” He’s watching you with those lustful, dark eyes.

“Mhm,” you hum because you’re afraid of the way your voice will quiver if you try to say real words. 

You’re so full, it’s a bit overwhelming. Not just physically, but emotionally, too. You missed Taehyung a lot, but holding onto each other in such an intimate position is making you realize just how lonely you were without him. 

“I’m gonna move, okay?” 

He waits until you silently nod your head before he adjusts in the chair, scooting down slightly to spread his legs better. You allow him to adjust your legs, bending them at the knee and hooking them over the arms of the chair. With a tight grip on your ass, Taehyung pulls you down onto his cock at the same time he thrusts up into you. 

The pace Taehyung sets is desperate, but you don’t care. Your second orgasm is approaching at an alarming speed. It feels like it’s taking all of your energy to simply stay grounded with reality as Taehyung squeezes you and your hips crash into each other. You don’t even try to do anything, just let him take over your body as he pounds into you. For the most part, you’re a pillow princess and you both know it. Besides, how can you possibly keep up with someone so athletic? Taehyung’s stamina is ridiculous. Neither of you has an overstimulation kink, but Taehyung’s ability to just go and go and go might as well have given you one. None of this has ever bothered Taehyung, though. He likes giving more than receiving. 

“Oh fuck.” Taehyung nips at the base of your neck when you clench around his cock just to feel him shiver. 

There aren’t any rules about him marking you up. The petty side of him likes when you wear the dark bruises in the open, with no makeup or clothing to hide them. It’s a satisfying game he likes to play. He likes that everyone knows you’re getting dicked down and, therefore, are taken. 

You like the secret satisfaction of knowing it’s Kim Taehyung who gives you those marks, and no one even knows. 

What you don’t like is thinking about all the other people Taehyung may have enjoyed giving marks to. 

It’s hard not to let your mind wander. Taehyung has never talked to you about his previous relationships, and there’s no way for you to know about them if he doesn’t tell you. The media can’t be trusted to accurately report idols’ love lives; today has been a perfect example of that. You’re stuck with only your imagination to make up all kinds of scenarios. Maybe Taehyung has been with other k-pop idols, or models, or actresses - people with more money, who are prettier and more sophisticated than you. Hell, you’ve never even asked him about his sexuality. What if he really has been fucking Jungkook! What if they’re in love and you’re just something temporary? 

“I was made for you, jagi. You know that?” Taehyung’s breath is hot against your skin. His words are gentle, but the power with which he thrusts up into you is bruising. “Made for you.” 

It’s as if he can read your mind, as if he can somehow sense the insecurities threatening to pull you out of the moment. As always, Taehyung manages to bring you back to the present. 

Fuck, sometimes you wish he wouldn’t do shit like this to you. You’re already pathetically in love with him. You can’t imagine what more could come next, yet you feel yourself practically bursting from the seams with love.  

Your moans fall in line with the sound of the chair scraping the floor and your skin slapping against Taehyung’s with every thrust. When your mouth falls open, Taehyung presses his thumb against your tongue. With eyes fluttering closed, you suck on his thumb and try to hold on as your body rocks up and down. 

“Fuck, fuck, oh, god, Taehyung.” 

“Yeah, jagi?” Taehyung pulls down on the corner of your mouth until his thumb is dragging spit across your cheek. “Tell me.”

His voice is so soothing it makes you want to cry. It’s unfair. 

“You feel so fucking—“ 

It’s the slick pressure of his thumb massaging your clit that finally has you arching your back with a scream of Taehyung’s name. You’re so loud that you worry your neighbors heard you. There are plenty of people named Taehyung in the world, though, right? He could be any Taehyung. 

If you ask Taehyung later, he’ll probably say he can’t even remember his own name because of how tightly you clench around his cock when you cum. The feeling is so overwhelming that you think you might pass out from holding your breath. You gasp, inhaling more air than you exhale, but Taehyung keeps going. Every subsequent thrust knocks the air out of you until you have the opposite problem and now you can’t keep any air in.

“I’m gonna…”

“Go ahead, baby. Cum inside me.” 

Taehyung whimpers into the crook of your neck as he cums, the suggestiveness of your permission not lost on either of you. You’re on birth control and Taehyung knows a kid would probably ruin his career. So it doesn’t actually mean anything when you tell him he can stay inside; you’re not getting pregnant any time soon. Still, he gets off on coming inside of you, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. 

“I was going to make a joke that I should go on tour more often if that means I’ll cum that hard again, but I think I don’t want to go on tour ever again,” Taehyung admits with a shaky laugh. 

Just the idea of Taehyung leaving you for months on end again makes your stomach twist. He brings so much life to everywhere he goes, and you felt like much of that life left you when he did. Even if it was only temporary. 

Taehyung holds you until his cock is no longer twitching inside of you. Once his arms finally fall to his side, you try to untangle yourself from the chair as his body, but your limbs might as well belong to someone else.

“Help,” you squeak hoarsely. You feel like covering your face when Taehyung laughs. 

Taehyung helps you out of his lap, though you both are so wobbly on your feet that you hold onto the edge of the kitchen table when you stand. Taehyung looks wrecked, and you feel wrecked. You’re not sure your knees will ever work properly again. 

“Why are we still listening to Stray Kids?” Taehyung grumbles when he realizes the speakers are still playing in the background. 

“It’s a good album.”

“We should be fucking to my songs.” Taehyung pauses for a moment, thinking.“‘Christmas Tree’ is a fuckable song, right?” 

“You’re joking.” 

Taehyung shakes his head and reaches for your phone. His face is programmed to unlock your phone, just like your face unlocks his phone. You don’t understand how he can stand butt naked in the kitchen, cum all over his thighs, and search for the jazz playlist he made on your Spotify account. 

(“Jazz Hands, Y/N. It’s a vibe.”) 

Once his playlist has replaced Stray Kids, Taehyung wraps you up in a giant bear hug that lifts you off your feet. The hug nearly knocks the air out of you. 

“Can’t believe you made me dirty after I just showered.” You can’t see his pout, but you can hear it. 

“You’re the one who started this.” 

Taehyung scoffs. He starts walking down the hallway, practically dragging you in his arms as he goes. Your toes barely reach the ground, but you’re more content to let your body fall slack and make him do all the work. 

He kicks open the bathroom door and sits you down on the counter. 

“No, you did this. You looked at me with those pretty eyes and said, ‘Tae’.” He tries to mimic your voice by moaning his name. “I’m a weak, weak man. You influenced me. I just wanted you to eat.” 

“Well, I did eat.” 

Taehyung presses his lips together. “Don’t say it.” 

“I’m gonna say it.” You lean forward on the edge of the counter, trying to get in Taehyung’s space, but he’s ignoring you as he prepares the shower.

“Y/N.” 

“I ate…”  

“Stop.” 

“Deez nuts.” 

Taehyung drags his hands down his face, leaving his skin red. His reaction makes you giggle. 

“Technically you only played with deez nuts. Your mouth, sadly, did not ever come near my—” He tries to correct you, but you’re already throwing a scrunchie at his face. 

“You’re ruining the joke!” 

“It’s a bad joke!”

Maybe your sense of humor is way better than his, but as you suffer another Taehyung tickle attack, you can’t help but feel ridiculous for how you’d behaved earlier. How can he look at you with sparkling eyes and a boxy smile that makes him laugh with his teeth, hand coming up to cover his face when you give him your poutiest of pouts— how can you see such genuine kindness and think Taehyung would ever do anything to jeopardize what you have?

“Wassup motherfuckers!” 

You raise your eyebrows at Namjoon and tap the end of your chewed pen against your computer screen. Biting pens isn’t sanitary or cute but you do it anyway. The man’s eyes aren’t on your pen cap, though. He’s staring a hole into the podcast you pulled up because you know he doesn’t want to look at you. 

“Namjoon, why did you start the episode like that? This is not your Automatic Dick era,” you say with a deep sigh. 

“Beoryeo.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“The song. It’s called ‘Throw Away’, not… Automatic… Dick…” His correction dies on his tongue when he sees the exasperated look on your face. 

“That is not the point.” You shake your head and exit the website. You’re not in charge of PR. That’s someone else’s problem.

Your attention turns to the newest draft of the song you’ve been stressing out about since you arrived in Seoul. 

“This, though? This is fucking beautiful.” You adjust your laptop on the coffee table so Namjoon can better view the document. The two of you are at the dorm, lounging in the living room. 

There are a lot of highlighted lines and many comments throughout the document. You wish you were like the members who scribbled their lyrics in cute leather journals, but your brain is too much of a disaster and broken by technology. If you don’t have your laptop, you can't write lyrics for shit. 

“How are you so eloquent in Korean, but in English, you’re so…” You wave your hands around like you’re rifling through the air for the rest of your sentence. 

“Casual?” 

“Yes.” Sure, we’ll go with that, Joonie. 

“Well, that’s why I’ve got you!” 

At least he thinks you’re eloquent. The boys probably think you’re spending all your time in your office easily pulling masterpieces out of your ass when in reality you’re Googling, “what's the word for when you can't remember a word?” 

It’s lethologica, by the way.

You love Namjoon, but sometimes you think he has too much faith in you. Writing songs is hard. He of all people would know that. The difference between you and Namjoon is that when Namjoon struggles with writing he gets all emo, buys a bunch of weird furniture, and flies to another country to look at foreign art. When you struggle with writing, you just go home and play video games with Taehyung until you’re ready to try again. 

You’re both practicing avoidance, but Namjoon’s method just looks a little more dramatic than yours. Despite his assumptions, that doesn’t mean you’re better at handling yourself. You just do things differently. 

“We’re so lucky to have Jagi PD!” 

Namjoon groans and covers his head with the hood of his hoodie as Jungkook flies into the living room. 

Strong hands cup your armpits to lift you off of the couch. While Jungkook is crushing every bone in your body as he hugs you, all you can think about is how you were kind of a little bit sweaty, and now Jungkook has his hands all in your armpits. 

“Jungkookie, don’t pick people up without their consent.” 

Hobi enters the room behind the younger man and gives him a stern look which makes Jungkook immediately put you down on your feet. 

“Sorry, Y/N,” Jungkook says with a pout and galaxies in his eyes. You give his shoulder a playful smack. His baggy black t-shirt sticks to his skin, and you’re less worried about being sweaty. Jungkook is soaked. 

“Don’t worry about it, kid. I’m tough.” You flex your nonexistent muscles to make the precious maknae laugh his pout away.

“You should come train with us, Jagi.” 

“Jungkook,” Namjoon exclaims from where he still sits on the couch. 

He turns to his friend with wide eyes. “What?”

“Stop calling Y/N ‘jagi’. Taehyung is going to kill you.” This time Jimin pipes up. 

You hadn’t realized he’d entered the room, too. The three newcomers are varying degrees of sweaty with pink cheeks and wearing workout clothes. You suppose they’ve just come back from working out or perhaps a dance practice. They’ve all been back from tour for a few weeks now, but if there’s one thing you’ve learned about the Bangtan Boys it’s that they never fucking rest. 

It’s exhausting just to think about it. 

“It’s okay,” you say with a shrug. “I think ‘Jagi PD’ is pretty fucking funny, to be honest.” 

The nickname Jungkook created for you is cute in your opinion. You are a music producer. Jagi PD is better than using your last name. It could be like your stage name. Maybe you can get Namjoon to credit you as Jagi PD under the songs you write. Using your first and last name seems lame when it’s paired with fun names like SUGA, RM, j-hope, and Slow Rabbit.

“Pretty fucking funny,” Jungkook repeats. He gives the other men a triumphant look before launching himself onto the couch with Jimin. 

Hobi chooses to sit on the couch on the opposite side of the room with Namjoon. From the way Namjoon has nestled back into his seat, it’s clear that his song will have to wait. It’s for the best. You’re not thinking about music anymore. 

You can’t blame Jungkook for interrupting your work, but the true source of distraction saunters into the room with his arms full of grocery bags. 

“Hey, jagiya,” Taehyung greets you sweetly with a kiss on your forehead as he walks through the living room to get to the kitchen. The final two men, Jin and Yoongi, trail behind Taehyung with their own bags. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jimin give Jungkook a pointed look when Taehyung uses the term of endearment. 

“What are you guys making?” Jungkook is curled up against the arm of the couch with his phone in hand. He’s holding it sideways which makes you think he’s probably playing In The Seom. The app is old news by this point, yet Jungkook’s attention is still consumed by it. It’s hilarious. 

You wish you could meet the game developers. Whoever made Taehyung’s character look so fucking feral deserves a raise. 

“You’re gonna cook?” You don’t hide your shock at the idea that Taehyung would be cooking anything, and that makes everyone laugh.

“I’m making dinner,” Yoongi clarifies. “And it’s a surprise, so stop paying attention to me.” He shoos Jin and Taehyung out of the kitchen. 

Jin sits on the couch with Jimin and Jungkook, while Taehyung sits with you. The armchair really only seats one person comfortably, but you wiggle so Taehyung can sit half next to you and half under you. He arranges your legs to drape over his lap. It’s nice, being this close. You can snuggle into his side and let him wrap his arms around you without worrying about who can see or what people think. All the boys are supportive of your relationship with Taehyung. It’s a bit frustrating that there’s no way for you to fully express how appreciative you are. 

“Well, what are we supposed to do?” From the couch in the living room, Jungkook shoots Yoongi a glare as if Yoongi’s request for some alone time while he cooks is a personal attack. 

Yoongi snorts and turns his back on Jungkook to begin unloading the groceries. “I don’t know, talk to each other.” 

“You guys are boring. I only want to talk to Y/N.” You’re not sure how you’ve become Jungkook’s favorite, but it’s exceptionally endearing. 

“You’re not even going to pay attention,” Namjoon points out. “Always on that damn phone.” 

He’s still got his hood up, and he looks like he was half-asleep. No one but you gets the joke, so Namjoon nods his head in your direction before returning to his slumped position. 

“I like watching Jimin-ssi’s character spin around in little circles.” 

“It’s cute, isn’t it?” Jin chimes in. “He looks so small.” 

The glares Jimin shoots everyone in the room are terrifying. You think about something you’d heard someone say: the shorter the person, the closer to hell they are. Something dramatic that only a tall person would say. 

“All the characters are the same size,” he exclaims. “And I don’t do that!” 

“Yes, you do. There are fanmade compilation videos of you spinning around, Jimin-ssi! I’ve watched them,” Jungkook confesses with full confidence. 

A small squeal sounds from the opposite side of the room. You turn to see Hobi practically bouncing on the couch. 

“Please, can we watch some? I want to hear the cute sound effects.” 

A pillow flies across the room, and Hobi just barely dodges it. Jimin crosses his arms firmly against his chest and scowls as Jin and Jungkook enthusiastically agree and Hobi snatches the TV remote before anyone else can. 

“At least watch a video that isn’t about me doing something embarrassing,” Jimin breaks down enough to plead (not beg!) with Hobi. He eyes the room and his gaze falls on Taehyung. A small smirk twitches at the corner of his mouth and you feel Taehyung slowly exhale. “We should watch one about TaeTae.” 

You try to cover your laughter with a cough, but Taehyung applies a light slap to your thigh in retaliation. 

“Why me?” he pouts. 

“Yes! Let me pick!”

“Jungkookie, no. It was my idea.” Hobi scrolls through his phone until his face lights up with glee. “I’ve watched this one before and it’s so cute, Y/N, you’re going to love it.” 

“The suspense is killing me.” You wiggle your eyebrows at Taehyung. The rolled eyes you’re met with feel like a victory. 

“Okay, it’s called, BTS struggling to understand ‘Tae-tae language’,” Hobi prefaces while the video loads on the TV. 

Jin laughs at the loud snort you let out. “TaeTae language is hard to understand.” 

“Maybe you guys aren’t creative enough to understand me,” Taehyung scoffs. 

“Hey! I understand you!” Yoongi protests from the kitchen. 

Taehyung looks like he might say more, but the video interrupts him. It starts with highlights from the comments section of previous videos. One comment mentions Namjoon being their bias. 

“Is that weird? Like, to watch this kind of stuff and hear people talk about their biases?” If you were famous, you were absolutely positive that you’d never Google yourself. You would not want to know what kind of weird shit was out there about you, even something as seemingly innocent as silly compilation videos. 

“I think it’s funny,” Jimin says with a smirk and half-moon eyes. “I’m everyone’s bias, anyway.” 

“That’s not what TikTok says.” Jungkook turns his nose upward at Jimin, though his eyes never leave his phone. It’s a shame In The Seom didn’t allow him to drown Jimin in the ocean, or he totally would have done it by now. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Just check how many videos there are under my hashtag.” 

Jimin snorts with a roll of his eyes, seemingly dismissing Jungkook’s claims. But you see him twist on the couch so the younger man can’t see that Jimin pulls up TikTok on his phone. As if TikTok was the end all, be all. You want to tell them it’s impossible to know who’s the most “popular” or whatever, but you know that conversation is futile. 

“Y/N, you were Army before you started dating Tae!” You can practically see the light bulb going off in Hobi’s brain. Or, rather, the Army bomb. “Who was your bias?” 

Hobi’s question barely leaves his lips when the room grows quiet. Seven pairs of eyes stare at you expectantly, including your boyfriend’s. You keep your eyes on the TV, though you aren’t seeing the compilation video playing anymore. 

“I don’t know. I didn’t have a bias. Y’know, OT7 and all that shit.” 

Suddenly, the room erupts. Screeches of protests and arguments are shouted across the living room, the boys yelling on top of one another and slewing insults at each other. 

“Oh come on, Y/N, tell us!” Hobi whines.

“Yeah, we wanna know! We won’t judge you.” Pulling this precious information out of you is so vital that Jungkook looks away from his phone long enough to give you a pouty face. 

“It’s obviously me. I’m Worldwide Handsome.” 

“Leave her alone, guys.” Taehyung shifts in his seat and adjusts how your legs drape over his lap. His large hands massage soft circles into your calf muscles. “This is so childish.” 

“Right. A bias is just whoever a fan is partial to,” Namjoon says with a shrug. “What matters is that fans support us as seven.” 

“No, a bias is the one the fan wants to fuck the most.” This time Jungkook doesn’t look up from his phone when he speaks. 

Jin hums in agreement, winking in your direction and making Taehyung scowl. 

“You’re just scared it’s not you, Tae.” For someone Taehyung calls his soulmate, Jimin seems to jump at every opportunity to fuck with his friend. He turns to you with those haunting siren eyes that lure in even God’s strongest soldiers. “Is he, Y/N? Is your bias Taehyung or someone else?” 

“I thought Hobi’s question was, who was my bias? Not is.” 

His siren eyes narrow at you. “Stop arguing semantics and answer the question.” 

You can’t hold a staring contest with the now-paused Youtube video, and Jimin’s sudden snappiness makes you feel the need to look away. Right into the eyes of your answer, the only person who hasn’t spoken during the entire bias conversation. 

Yoongi’s sharp eyes catch yours when you look away from the TV. Never one to miss a beat, he raises a perfectly-shaped eyebrow at you, the ghost of his classic Yoongi smirk barely lifting the corner of his mouth before the entire room erupts into shouting again. 

“YOONGI?! REALLY?! OUT OF ALL OF US, YOU PICKED HIM?” Jimin jumps up from the couch, knocking pillows all over the floor. 

“Watch it, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi scolds the younger man for his informal language. Jimin only rolls his eyes. 

“Damn, Jimin was right. You aren’t her bias, TaeTae.” Jin shakes his head with a solemn look. He gets up to leave the room, giving your boyfriend a sympathetic pat on the shoulder as he walks past. “I’m going to my room to play Mario Kart. This is too depressing for me.” 

At the mention of video games, Jungkook perks up. “Wait Jin hyungie, I wanna play, too!” He tosses the last couch pillow in Jimin’s lap and scrambles to catch up with Jin halfway down the hall. 

Yoongi wears a full-blown smirk now. You watch with wide eyes as his tongue slips out to drag across his bottom lip before he’s drawing his lip between his teeth. “Cute.” 

“Fuck off,” Taehyung hisses at the older man, lifting your legs off his lap. 

“Tae…” You reach out to grab his arm to stop him, but he’s already heading to his bedroom. The door slams shut so hard that the photos on the walls shudder. 

You turn back around to glare at the remaining men. “Did you have your fun, hmm? Was it worth it?” 

“I really… I didn’t think…” Hobi fumbles his words, clearly uncomfortable with the outbursts he’d unwittingly caused. 

“If it doesn’t work out with Taehyung, call me, yeah?” Yoongi sends you a wink, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. 

You feel your face heat up and you refuse to look at him. You wait until he goes back to preparing the food before you stand up. Without another word, you follow in Taehyung’s footsteps until you reach his door. It’s locked, but you expected as much. 

“TaeTae,” you call softly. “Please let me in.” 

You wait in silence long enough that you consider going home. If Taehyung doesn’t want to talk to you, you aren’t going to push him. Even if you think the reason for his outburst is stupid and that he’s acting like a child. 

Eventually, the door is opened wide enough for you to slip inside. Taehyung doesn’t look at you when he shuts the door. Instead, he sits on his bed and leans his back against the wall. He keeps his eyes on his hands delicately folded together in his lap. His eyes are already red and slightly puffy. The sight is glass in your veins. 

“Tae, please don’t be upset,” you start slowly. Climbing into his bed, you scoot until you’re lounging next to him. He doesn’t pull away when you rest your head on his shoulder. 

“It’s embarrassing.” 

You let out a small sigh, not because you’re frustrated with him but because you’d known watching fanmade videos would turn out to be a bad idea. 

“If it makes you feel better, you were still in my bias line.” It’s probably not the best way to reassure your boyfriend, but it at least makes him look at you. 

“Who else?” His eyes are narrowed.

“I don’t think I should answer that.” 

Taehyung’s bottom lip droops and you feel your heart seize. 

“Okay, okay!” Maybe holding his hand will make it better. “Jimin, but, no don’t give me that look! Just listen.” 

Taehyung’s pout deepens, but he doesn’t interrupt you. 

“It’s not like when I hang out with Jimin or Yoongi I’m thinking about those things, okay? It’s just a natural thing that happens. Anyone can be drawn to specific people in a group; the same thing happens with friendships. Like you and Jimin. It’s normal.” 

Taehyung doesn’t seem convinced, but he laces his fingers through yours. You interpret the light squeeze he gives you as permission to continue talking. 

“Yoongi is cool because I always saw him as this, like, mental health icon for me. He talks so much about mental health and fans see how he has grown and gotten healthier over the years. It’s inspiring, right? You’ve seen it firsthand.”

“That’s true,” Taehyung sniffles. 

You nod your head. “Exactly, I respect him as a person and an artist. And with Jimin, I’ve always been almost jealous? of him. Because he can so beautifully balance both masculine and feminine qualities and aesthetics. He looks good no matter what and has learned to accept himself instead of forcing whatever weird masculinity shit y’all had when you debuted. That’s inspiring, too.” 

Taehyung is silent for a while. You give him the space to process what you’ve said, and you hope that it’s enough to make him understand that a bias is not just about who you want to fuck. Jungkook is such a flirt; of course, that’s how he would interpret things. 

“Why did you like me?” He finally looks at you. His eyes are a little pink from his tears, but his cheeks appear dry. The innocent curiosity in his expression tugs at your heart. 

You reach up to run your fingers through his fluffy hair, combing out any tangles and gently massaging his scalp. This is probably how Taehyung feels when you worry about fans, paparazzi, and sasaengs. 

“Well, you’re hot,” you say with a grin. You feel a bit lighter when Taehyung’s mouth curves slightly, too. 

“Is that it?” 

“Of course not.” You stick your tongue out. “You were my favorite in the vocal line. I loved how smooth your singing voice is, and how thoughtful you sound when you talk about how important the members and Army are to you. How could someone not love the inventor of I purple you?” 

It feels weird to talk about how you liked Taehyung before you knew who he was. You never made your status as a fan obvious in the beginning. Professionalism is more important than fangirling. Even now, you only casually discuss your interest in the group before meeting them.

“Your sense of fashion made me laugh. You always seemed so happy, even though people like to focus a lot on how mean you can look. And I thought your relationships with Yoongi and Jimin were cute. You’re a great example of how men can and should be soft and loving.” 

They’re all highly-simplified explanations for why Taehyung caught your eye in a group of seven, but they seem to put him at ease. He slides into the bed so he’s lying on his back under the covers. With his eyes locked on yours, he pats his chest. 

“C’mere.” 

You lie down under the covers next to him. It feels nice to rest your head on his chest and throw your leg over his waist. Ever since Taehyung came back from the tour, you’ve wanted to be attached at the hip. It’s not that you can’t handle being alone, but you don’t think it’s a bad thing to want to be with the people who bring you joy— especially when you live in a new country. 

“You know I’m in love with you, not Yoongi or Jimin.” 

“I know.” 

“Do you actually?” You shift your head so you can look up at him. 

Taehyung meets you halfway. You let your eyes close as he slots his lips with yours, allowing your body to melt into his. The desperation the two of you had for each other when Taehyung first returned to Seoul eventually died out. Now, you’re okay with taking things slow. You can savor the feeling of his body on yours, firm and warm beneath you. You can savor the smell of his cologne and his taste as you breathe him in and slip your tongue inside his mouth. 

“I do,” he responds with a heavy exhale once you pull away. “I’m sorry I got upset. I just got so angry when hyung…” Taehyung scrunches his eyebrows and his nose scrunches along with them. 

You massage his forehead and try to forcefully smooth the wrinkles there. “Yoongi is just being an ass. He loves you, too,” you point out. 

Taehyung can’t argue that, so he leans down to kiss you again. You know how important physical contact is to him, especially when he’s upset. With that in mind, you slip your hands beneath his t-shirt. Splaying your hands flat against his chest feels nice. It’s a reminder that he’s real, and he’s here. He’s safe and healthy and yours. 

“We both get pretty jealous, huh?” 

Taehyung gives you a sheepish smile, all cheeks and pretty lips. You love his little lip freckle, but your favorite will always be the one under his eye. 

“Not as bad as Jungkook, though.” 

“Mhm, please don’t break up with me over a perilla leaf or anything.” 

Taehyung giggles and you feel like you’ve got helium inside you. If you don’t hold onto him tightly enough, you might float away with how light and carefree being with him makes you. 

“You won’t get rid of me that easily,” he says as he nibbles your earlobe. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

His hands find the hem of your t-shirt, and you sit up to allow him to undress you. It’s a delicate process because Taehyung wants to take his time, too. It might seem like the two of you use sex to solve your problems, but you never see it like that. For you, letting Taehyung take his time breaking you down, just to build you back up again, is an act of emotional intimacy, just as it is physical. When Taehyung gets comfortable between your thighs, dark eyes locked with yours as he sucks your clit into his mouth, the hold he has on your wrists grounds you. And when he hovers over you with your legs wrapped around his hips as he thrusts into you, you whisper gentle praises against his throat to remind him that you are his and he is yours.

You spend the rest of the afternoon in Taehyung’s bed. It feels good to snuggle with him while he talks to you about all the jazz clubs he forced Jimin to go to during the little free time they had on tour. It seems the tension in the house fades because the rest of the boys are loud and energetic; it’s impossible to tune them out when their laughter bleeds into the room despite the door being closed. 

“Do you think Taehyung and Y/N are done having make-up sex?” 

“It’s pretty quiet in there. Maybe they fell asleep.” 

You groan and bury your face in Taehyung’s side. It’s almost as if Jungkook and Jin are purposefully talking outside of his bedroom to make sure you can hear them. Knowing them, it’s not a far-fetched idea. 

“Probably tired themselves out. The screaming was really—” 

“JUNGKOOK!” Taehyung sits up so abruptly that you fall back onto the bed. “SHUT THE FUCK UP.” 

Jin and Jungkook’s laughter eventually fades down the hallway, but Taehyung gets out of bed anyway. 

“Yoongi is probably almost done with dinner,” he grumbles. You watch him zip up his jeans and admire how tall and lanky he is. Sorry to Yoongi and Jimin. 

He manages to get his arms caught in his t-shirt somehow, so you begrudgingly get out of bed to help. You tease him endlessly because obviously fucking you is so good that he doesn’t know how to use his limbs anymore. 

Your teasing is nothing compared to the way the other boys drag you the moment you step out of Taehyung’s bedroom. 

“You okay, Y/N? Sounded like you might be dying,” Jimin grins as he prepares the kitchen table for dinner. 

Jin snickers, throwing out his own commentary. “Taehyung, you got it pretty good even though you aren’t her bias, huh.” 

Before Taehyung has a chance to bite anyone’s head off, you chime in. 

“Yeah, yeah, Yoongi was my bias when I was a fan,” you say with a roll of your eyes. You can practically see Jungkook registering that you said “was a fan”, and that makes him pout. As if you aren’t still a fan. What a baby, just like Taehyung. 

Yoongi snorts as he retrieves a dish from the oven. “I cannot fathom why.” 

“Me either,” Jimin agrees with a giggle. He’s completely unfazed by the dark look Yoongi shoots him. 

You join in on Jimin’s laughter, and you’re pleased to see that Taehyung is smiling too. The whole thing is so ridiculous. Maybe you’re feeling a bit too comfortable because you start oversharing. 

“And I was a Yoonmin shipper, I’m not gonna lie.” You’re laughing so hard that you don’t realize neither Jimin nor Taehyung are laughing anymore. After a few seconds pass, though, your smile slowly falls. Jimin’s face has turned bright pink and Yoongi has his back to the table. 

“It was one time, okay?” Jimin’s eyes burn holes into Yoongi’s shoulder blades from across the room. “Okay, two times.” 

The older man doesn’t comment. 

You nudge Taehyung’s leg with your foot under the kitchen table. He presses his lips together as hard as he can, but the smile just gets pushed into his cheeks. A rush of air explodes from his lips in a loud raspberry, and that’s what triggers your laughter again. 

“Oh my god, I really wish I was surprised but I’m not,” you confess with a wheeze. 

You’ve clearly touched on a sensitive topic. Jimin blabbers away about how it’s not that big of a deal, all while Yoongi silently finishes arranging the dishes on the table. It would feel uncomfortable, but Jimin’s flushed face and the tiniest of smiles curving Yoongi’s lips make you think it meant a lot more than what Jimin wishes to admit. 

And that’s really fucking cute. 

As the rest of the boys come piling into the kitchen, Taehyung scoots his chair until yours are touching. You bump shoulders and tilt your face up so he can press a kiss against your jaw. 

“I love you,” he whispers. “With all my heart." 

“I love you, too.” You lace your fingers with his and let your hands rest against his thigh. “You dork.” 

The kitchen is chaos, but all you can focus on is the boxy smile Taehyung gifts you.

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the relief of destruction

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ neteyam x reader

when you became partners, you and neteyam promised you’d protect each other. so even with a fatal wound in your chest, you couldn’t say you regretted taking a bullet for him.

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character(s): d.kaminari

pt: 02/02

cw: fingering, cum/anal eating, edging, praise kink(?), daddy kink, brat taming, caught, post-shower sex, mind-fucking, slight degradation, belly bulge, size kink, thigh-fucking (kinda)

your step-brother thought he had a few more minutes before you got out of the shower. he learns the hard way what happens when you’re caught masturbating.

a/n: i hate this shit sooo fucking much. | i gave up halfway through (thats what took it so long to come out. | minors and fem-aligned DO NOT INTERACT

title: whatcha up to, sparky?

wc: idefk (prolly 2000-2500)

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he only had another minute or two.

steam rose from the crevices of your locked bathroom; music blaring from the other side.

“[n—name]! ng—ngmh! nhg!….fu—fugk! right there!” the words left his mouth in an unceremonious fashion, sounding more like a broken record; he said it again, and again, repeating himself almost indulgently. a hand ghosted his twitching erection, blazing forth a sleuth of high-pitched moans.

your hands reached for the knobs, twisting it off in one swift movement.

“just a little longer baby.”

I—I can’t…! pl—please [name]! I need to— nghm! cum!” the machinery within his body continued to spear his insides, impaling the deepest depths of his mind. with a steady flow of electrons— curtesy of his quirk, the speed of his ‘toy’ increased drastically, now entailing itself into his stomach.

“mmhg! [na—name]! I—I’m gon—gonna cum!”

he listened intently, already having memorized the audio’s contents. your voice spoke to him, shooting daggers into his body.

“does my good boy wanna cum?”

Denki nodded— phonetically speaking through gritted teeth. “tes! [name] le—lemme cuhm!”

“no.”

his body retreated away from the sound, his head snapping backwards at the edging.

sweat trickled from his forehead, exhaustion clawing at his hips. he pressed your shirt— sweat-ridden and freshly used— further against his nose, inhaling deep breaths of your musky scent, the smell sending him overflowing with lust.

he squirmed against your sheets, moving his hands to slam your pillow over his face. “nmfgh…! [n—name]! mfg—ghm!” he pulled the pillow away— vision still slightly obscured by your shirt.

“aww, I’m hurt… comparing me to something as small as that.”

Denki shot up, his quirk mushing more elegant arcs of electrical surges into the machine— it picking up enough speed to make him lurch to his side. “uhng! wa—wait! wait [n—na]! wait, it—it’s not what—what it looks like!”

your body coupled into his vision, the tranquil curves of your muscles blurring behind the liquid wall of lust coaxing Denki’s body. beads of water rolled over your smoothing skin— the moisture from your shower still sticking to the surface of your body.

“oh? is it not? then what’s goin’ on, …zappy?” the nickname fell from your lips like a satin blanket, dully dressed in the glorious afterglow of pleasure.

the toy inside of Denki was still moving, strongly striking his nerves in mind-blurring fashion. “nnguh! it—it’s because of—of your v—oice! the video you made!”

you smirked, a dark chuckle leaving you. “so you watch my videos? that makes you a perv, y’know.”

Denki fumbled, his facade falter alongside the coiling strings of semen erupting from his slit. “unug—ha!” his moan was spun on the web of a gasp, snatching his body’s actions away from him. “I— uhg! …n—no! that’s n—not what I—nghm! meant!” he gulped back his shame, sitting up against your wall. “I— was j—just…” his eyes traveled everywhere, looking for a plausible explanation as to what he was very obviously doing.

you pushed off the frame of your door, dragging your tongue along the ridge of your teeth. “so what did you mean…Denk?’”

the way the nickname burrowed yourself into his skin make him quiver with anticipation. though he didn’t know what to expect. “anything you wanna say?” the question was laced with greed— almost as if you were teetering on the idea of turning him into a, your slut.

your knee connected with the edge of your bed, your weight dipping the mattress intolerably. the water from your hair dripped down your body, running circles on your torso before making way to your v-line. “I—nghm! I was, just… just trying to…” his eyes lowered. “uh! uhm, well… I guess you— we…!”

“eyes up here, Denk’.”

you brought your hand to his chin— almost in a cliché sense, your eyes locking in a one-sided battle. “so, Denk… what were you doing?”

you were hovering over him, your height difference clouding, if not completely obscuring his perspective. your bulge pressed into the cusp of his thighs.

a shallow gasp escaped you, your head dropping to look at him. his legs were shaking slightly, the skin of his body smooth and perfectly poised. “god, your so beautiful.”

Denki flushed; his eyes darting around articulately. his body was cleansed of its own blood, now replaced and replenished by the torrents of your own; he was bound to you. bound in your spell.

“is this my shirt?” his eyes finally focused, the grey material momentarily filling his vision before you took it from him. “is this where my clothes have been going? on your pervy little curves? helping you masturbate?”

“n—no! I haven’t been d—doing anything, man! I’ve ju—just been low on—NGHM!” Denki’s hands came up to your shoulders: gripping and scratching along the skin. “[n—name]! I—I just said that— ngh! I didn’t st—steal your cloths!”

your fingers intersected themselves in the innermost nerves of Denki’s body. he reflected the feeling of arousal in his eyes— the sensation causing the irises of his eyes to gloss over with tears.

“this isn’t about my clothes, Denk’” you groaned, feeling Denki’s legs press on the head of your cock. “its about you. and what you’re doing in my room. with my shirt over your face, and a fuck machine in your ass.”

you displaced your fingers, rubbing them along his prostate. “so, what exactly are you doing?”

Denki threw his head back— a sound erupting from his mouth in a dysphoric rage of moans. “mmgh! I— I w—was low on—ahgn!” a sharp thrust of your fingers stopped his sentence, his cock twitching with precum.

“stop lying Denk’ you know mom hates that shit.”

your cock throbbed painfully, the towel around your waist falling to your thighs— your cock rubbing against your step-brother’s abdomen. “c’mon Denk’” you almost whined, desperation washing over you in arcs of painful crescent moons. “I’m so… fuckin’ horny.”

your fingers glistened within him— a grandeur sound resonating within him. he audibly gasped at it, trying to move away from you but your sudden grip on his thigh altered his movements, making him slide under you instead.

he gulped, finding himself floundering around at the feeling of your cock against his stomach. it aligned with the skin just above his belly button. his movements were spastic, a jumble of jerks and twist sending molten plasma down your shaft.

“Denk…” your words were cold— rigid with seething but controlled gasp. “if you keep movin’ like that, I’ll cum.”

Denki blushed, a liquid crimson band covering his entirety. his movements momentarily halted, the surges of lust nestling into his stomach, coiling into a warm feeling that tightened with each move of your fingers

however, they left his body in a sickly masochistic way. you brought your fingers to your mouth and slid your tongue along the skin, maintaining a dysphasic tone of eye contact. the look in your eyes heating Denki’s body to an all time high.

your fingers, now covered in a flowing sea of spit and lube reached for Denki’s lips— breaking the surface of his mouth. his heartbeat was in his throat, yet, he still took your fingers into the depths of his mouth.

you played with his tongue, using your index and middle to balance the pink muscle in a titillating, slightly uncomfortable fashion.

you moved once more, shoving yourself into his throat. he choked and gagged, spitting around your knuckles but made no attempt to stop your brutality.

after a few seconds, you took your fingers away from him, letting him breathe.

“what were you doing in my room, Denk?” you asked once more.

“hnah! mng—h! I—I wasn’t doin’ anything, ma—man!”

you chuckled, moving your hand to your cock— stroking from base to tip. with your other hand, you wrapped his torso in your forearm, lifting him to your v-line. “tsk, tsk. mom would be disappointed.” your tip grazed his hole, “first, you have the shameless idea to masturbate in my room, then you lie about it.”

you pushed inward— also grabbing your shirt and shoving it into Denki’s mouth. he moaned around the fabric, his eyes crossing when you had yourself fully excavated within him. “I guess you’ve always needed a little more time to learn things…”

your hips fell away from him, dragging your tip down the ridge of his spine. the afterimage of your shaft was still intact; exhibiting through his pelvic muscles. it was filthy. utterly disgraceful to witness. “but… it’s a good thing you’ve got me.”

not a second later, his catalyst was filled once more, your cock reaching intolerably deep into his physique. his arms slid down your chest— leaving scarlet marks on your abdominal walls.

a hiss left your lips, the sound similar to a snake. you grabbed his wrist with one of your hands, using the other to snatch your shirt from his mouth. “haah! [n—name]! de—deep! c—cock too deep’n me…!”

you wrapped his wrist in your shirt, taking the edges of the bindings and crossing them into his drooling lips— the knot forming a gag. “my what?” you mocked, laughter soon filling your white-walls. “too deep? you were just using a fuck machine, jerking your dick to the smell of my clothes! now it’s too deep?”

you began thrusting shallowly, moving his thighs to your chest and pulling his legs to fall down your back. a swift motion of your hips shook Denki’s body, pushing him into his second orgasm.

he tightened around you, a convulsive throbbing in his cock and rapidly clenching hole gave way to the white twine and muffled moans of your step-brother. he thrashed his hands around— vigorously trying to grip onto anything.

you grinned at this, continuously thrusting into him. Denki felt his consciousness leaving him, his eyes falling lidded and heavy.

you, stuttering over the feeling of your own body, groaned profusely— your hips stinging with exhaustion. “you— mgh! you can’t handle my dick? if you wanna tap out, just tell me what you were doing in here.”

Denki mumbled, not knowing how to form correct words. “I—nguhm! ne— never anyth’ng! do th’ng!” he consulted his eyes, the orange pupils glass-like and heart-shaped. “nghu! FUGKH! m—man! ca—can’t think!”

a skeletal architecture altered into his body, forming a permanent semicircular shape— an arch lifted his body off the bed, rubbing your slit into his prostate.

both of your came— your cock trembling with painful arcs of melancholy emission staining the onslaught of Denki’s organs. his body spasmed with crude pleasure— his eyes rolling into emptiness.

his body went limp in your arms: mouth slack, eyes closed, and breathing shallow.

he’d passed out.

your body heaved, heavily burned from your orgasm. your cock was still deep within him, your semen creating a barrier between the two of you— however his warmth was still surrounding you in surreal relief. it begged you to keep going, begged for you to unload your balls and every drop of cum you had into him.

a gulp traveled intermittently across your tongue, cascading into your throat. you casually slipped your finger onto his waist— gripping the skin in a gentle embrace.

you pushed your pelvis further into him, your tip ramming against the bottom of his enclosure. your head tilted back, eyes closed with plenty more pleasure.

you pulled from him, slamming back against his skin in a single breathless moment. his body rippled through with waves of light. sweat enchanted his body like a giant cloud, puddling on his stomach— entrancing the skin alongside the pool of his cum.

you again thrusted into him— this time harsher. you were transported to another world, blissfully unaware of Denki’s stirring body. he was waking back up, his cock sleek with pre-cum.

his vision was still obscured, the feeling of fabric still plastered over his tongue. he whined, more pre-cum falling from his slit. “mghph— phuhk muh! [nuhmhe]! chaut c—can’t cuhm! n’more!”

you couldn’t hear him. you were completely lost in your own thoughts: the same words repeated throughout the entire time, “fuck him! fuck him until he can’t walk! fuck him! fuck him! fuck him fuck him fuckhimfuckhimFUCKHIMFUCKHIM!”

your thoughts mushed together, a singular statement that dug deeper and deeper into your mind. it burned into your brain, forcing your hips to move internally deeper, milking a third orgasm from Denki. he couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, he was racked with tears— crying out in ecstay

you were panting heavily, biting down on your lip to keep your sounds of elation. your orgasm was slowly steeping upon you, the feeling setting off a buzzing sensation all over your body.

“fuuhk… Denki, I’m gonna— Imma cum.”

Denki’s legs shook with excitement, another orgasm rumbling through his body. he screamed around your shirt, pressing his hips against yours. spit dripped from his chin, running down his abdomen and onto his maroon shaded tip.

overwhelming coils of heat knotted within you, pushing your hips into an uneven pace

you weren’t aiming at anything, just hitting Denki’s body over and over again. you were chasing after an orgasm that was mere inches away.

sloppy thrust turned to harsh, animalistic tactics— erratically fucking Denki into the soft cloth rubbing against your balls. you were going crazy, the heat from your abdomen shooting into your tip, choking you in a panicked rage.

you leaned down to Denki, ripping your shirt from his lips, quickly replacing the cloth with the chapped skin of your lips. you messily kissed along his face, moving sloppily to his neck. “who’s your daddy?”

Denki moaned— the sound hoarse and cracking. “y—[name]! m’daddy! m’yer slut!”

the words only continued to edge you, your tip twitching inside him, “say it again— fuck… I’m so close to giving you my kids…!” your shaft throbbed at his mindlessness, the moans bouncing like embers from a raging river of fire. “please, say it again…! what’s my name, Denk?”

“daddy! da—duaddy! mngh!… ma’cuhm! cuhm n’daddy’s cock!” again Denki clench around you, his swollen hole screaming at you to keep going— keep abusing him until your name was spelled into his organs.

“fu—“ you couldn’t finish your sentence, a powerful surge of pleasure rushing through every blood cell in your body, energetically jerking your lower body around. like an angry explosion your cum clawed its way through you, pushing out any and everything you had within you, transferring it into Denki.

Denki’s cum was clear— thin and falling onto his pecs, dripping like water onto his face. he shivered at the feeling, not having the energy to move or even breathe correctly.

you sighed, head falling painfully to your pillow, the feeling of Denki’s hair right beside your face annoying the nerve endings of your skin.

you pushed his head away, closing your eyes and drifting into a deep sleep.

until…

“[NAME]! DENKI! WHAT IS GOING ON?! WHAT ARE THE TWO OF YOU DOING?!!”

you gulped.

shit.

This was giving what it was supposed to give😫💕

until the last star falls

— summary: it was a love you knew would never make it out alive without sacrificing a part of your happiness to receive a greater happiness. but for them, you’d go to any extreme to have them again, and for you, they will always remind you each day that you are theirs and that nothing can tear you apart, not even until the last star falls.

— pairing: underworld lords!bts x shield!reader

— genre: fluff, angst / reincarnation!au / poly!au / gods!au

— word count: 44.4k

— warnings: minor character death, car accidents, mentions of harassment, reincarnation, unrequited love, implied love making

— prompt: “in lifetimes before or after, you are my first and last love/s”

➵ epilogue

The flames ignite the land of the Underworld, crackling and illuminating the battle scene where a lone warrior stands at an arena filled with the creatures of the dead.

Yet the warrior does not falter, sword in hand, not even a battle cry leaving its lips.

The animals do not go to the warrior one by one, it runs in a frenzy in a crowd at all sides, never taking a moment of hesitation. That was never a word in their dictionary, they were animals after all.

Yet at the same time, hesitation was also not a word the warrior knew.

The armor he wears causes a bit of discomfort, they can tell, as if it is a little too heavy, yet he shows no mercy as the sword cuts through each creature that comes his way. He isn’t just a fighter, he’s a dancer. His body swerves and dodges effortlessly, blade lashing through the air with the same dance. It is the first warrior they’ve seen who made no noise.

A silent killer.

The last creature dies with a harsh piercing of his sword puncturing right into its heart. He stands up, forcing his sword out of its body with blood dripping to its tip but the warrior pays no mind.

They watch him steadily, waiting until the moment the brave warrior final takes off the mask around his head and their eyes widen.

It isn’t a man. It’s a woman.

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Seven Times I Hated Kim Seokjin: Ch 1

CHAPTER 1: "All I Can Taste is This Moment"

Chapters : 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05(M) | 06(m) | 07

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Summary: I was living a perfectly, normal, mundane life.... So why in the HELL did Kim Seokjin walk into it and ruin it all for me???

Pairing: Idol!Jin x Female Reader

Rating: M (language and future sexual explicit scene)

Status: Complete

AN: With Jin's birthday around the corner, I had the inspiration to explore this story. The main character is mentioned in my other story, "In the Middle of the Night". In my mind, I already had her and Jin's story made up, so I decided to write a short story centered on them.

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This is not where I wanted to be. This is not where I needed to be. I needed to be at my desk, behind my monitor going over my project that was due tomorrow afternoon. Sure, I had finished it last week and all I had been doing lately was going over it and rehearsing it at least 10x a day, but there was no such thing as too much practice. I wanted to be prepping for tomorrow, not here where I was wasting precious time.

Not here, in this dressing room assisting my younger cousin as she went over different patterns and colors and textures. She was lucky I was such a good cousin and absolutely adored her. She had been given a last-minute opportunity at her job to show herself. If this project went great, then it could open more doors for her.

Because it had been last minute, everyone in her department wasn't answering. There was a bug going around and most were out sick. My cousin really didn't have another choice other than to call me and my sister for help. We came from a family of seamstresses, so we were familiar with the world she worked in.

Long ago I had made the choice to walk a different pathway than my family. I wanted a name for myself. I wanted to establish credibility due to my own personal talent that had nothing to do with my family's tie to fashion. Yet, here I was, helping my cousin at a style fitting that I knew was going to take at least two hours. She had stated it was for a very important figure in her company and had mentioned his name to us—he was some idol from a group that was apparently a big deal. Shame I didn't follow Kpop. My preference for music leaned more toward British rock and pop, so I had no idea who this Kim guy was.

"Be warned, the guy is incredibly handsome. Will probably have you mesmerized," warned my cousin.

My sister laughed. "Be serious." My sister also wasn't into Kpop. She mostly listened to alternative music--even when she was younger. She never knew any of the boy groups her friends were always obsessed over.

"Fine. Don't believe me. But never say I didn't warn you."

My sister and I shared a look and rolled our eyes.

"And you're sure it's not going to take more than two hours," I said with a tone full of irritation.

My cousin sent me a glare. "You've gone over your presentation at least a hundred times by now. How many more practices do you need?"

"At least a hundred more," I snapped back, not missing a beat.

"Unni, you need to give yourself a break," my sister said gently. "It'll do you some good to do something else other than obsess over this project."

"Yeah, like going out, drinking, and having some fun," my cousin muttered as she went over the outfits for the 50th time in the last hour.

I felt offended by this. "I have fun!"

"Not lately, you don't," my cousin accused with a slight pout. "You don't go out for drinks anymore."

A slight bit of guilt crept through me, but I tried to push it down as I gave my reasoning. "What do you want me to do, sachon? I'm incredibly close to a promotion. There is a position getting ready to open and I need to show that I'm capable. I've been working hard and diligent for over a year to get this."

"You've been working there since you graduated from university years ago. They know your loyalty and hard work," my sister tried to reason.

"There is no way they have overlooked how much talent you have as well," my cousin added.

They were trying to be kind and supportive. But in my field, that just wasn't going to be enough. I had tried telling them this in the past, but they never listened.

"You get too stressed out, unni. You've prepared enough for this project. You'll be fine," insisted my sister.

"Yeah, we can go out for drinks later to relieve some of the pressure," my cousin said excitedly.

"No way—" I began.

My cousin and sister immediately began to demand why I would reject their invitation so quickly.

However, before things got too chaotic, the door swung open, and in walked a very tall and dark-haired young man. My manners turned on automatically and I immediately switched to my polite persona. Just as I was getting ready to bow, I noticed the young man bow to us first. My cousin, sister, and I properly greeted the young idol.

My cousin made her way closer to him and introduced us. She made it clear we didn't work for the company and that we were here to help her out. She apologized for her boss being out sick and promised to do her best for him.

He gave her a kind smile. "I'm positive you will do well." He turned to my sister and then me.

The moment we locked eyes, I felt my breath stop in my chest. My heart fluttered and my entire skin began to shiver. He had the most gorgeous face. His dark, brown eyes were a perfectly round shape. His lips were plump and thick. His cheekbones met his jawline at the perfect angle.... Damn, my cousin had been right. This guy was incredibly handsome.

"My name is Seokjin, but everyone calls me Jin," his voice was honey-sweet sounding.

I snapped out of it and gave a bow, giving him my name.

"Pretty name fits the face," he said under his breath. And then a look of shock and embarrassment swept over his face. I had a feeling he hadn't meant to say that out loud.

His compliment sent a blush across my cheeks and at seeing his neck turn a bright red, I turned away and pretended not to see.

I had been called "pretty" a few times in my life. I honestly believed I was an average-looking person. I wasn't tall, I wasn't anywhere near skinny, and my face was very bland. The only ones who had ever called me pretty were my family and friends. A boyfriend or two had said it to me but that was only when I dolled up for dates. Today, I didn't have much makeup on, so I was very taken aback by this guy's—Jin—words.

I wasn't sure if my cousin had heard him or not, but if she had she was doing a good job of pretending she hadn't. She immediately started going over the selected wardrobe and planning which outfits he should be trying on.

Doing my best to stay in the background, I did some prep work away from them. My sister caught my eye once and gave me a teasing smile. Well, she definitely had heard him.

After Jin got into his first fitting, my cousin called me over to make some adjustments.

As I worked on his legs and pinned them to a better length, he asked me what year I was born. He then gave me his year; I was older, but not by much. He went on to ask me more personal questions as he switched outfits. The questions didn't feel intrusive or inappropriate. However, the more we talked, the more I was aware he didn't seem to be asking my cousin or sister as many questions as he was asking me. Of course, he was polite and spoke to them, but it appeared he was zoning in on me for some reason.

Keeping my eyes on him through the full-length mirror in front of us, I asked how comfortable he felt in the outfit he had on. We were near finishing. I had taken no notice we had passed the two-hour mark.

He brought his arms up and moved them around, testing the jacket he had on. "Is there a way to tighten around the shoulders? That's the second money-maker, so I want to be sure to showcase it."

I had gotten accustomed to his light and funny tone already. I could tell he was joking, but serious. For maybe the 100th time with him, I laughed. "What's the first money-maker?" I asked, not being able to help myself.

"My face, of course," he said with seriousness. His eyes met mine through the mirror and my heart did that flutter thing again.

Feeling my face get red—again—I pulled my face away and focused on the task he had asked of me. I tightened the material around his shoulders more.

"What? You don't agree?" he demanded in an almost-whiny tone.

The giggle came out of me.

"Don't you know what they call me?" His head turned towards me, giving me a perfect view of his beautiful profile.

I felt my breath catch in my lungs. "What?" I asked, not being able to help myself. My eyes got pulled into his perfect jawline.

"Worldwide Handsome." His voice was so low and sounded like butter.

My eyes moved north on his face, taking in his striking cheekbones, linear nose, thick eyebrows, and gorgeous round eyes. "I can see why," I breathed out.

A smile tugged at his lips and he cocked an eyebrow, looking quite pleased with something. "It sounds better, right?"

"Better?" I asked, finding myself very lost.

"Than 'Car Door Guy'." He pulled his face away, loosening the control he had over me.

"What?" I asked, completely confused. I shook my head, trying to regain consciousness.

His eyes went wide, and suddenly, that suave persona melted away as he gave the most genuine look of disbelief. "Can you believe that's how they first called me? Look at this face. The most handsome face in all of the country and that's what they wanted to call me?"

The overdramatic theatrics had me laughing again.

"I mean, between that and Third Guy From the Left, I'm not sure which is worse," he went on with a pout.

"What are you talking about?" I asked through my laughter.

"Don't you know? Those are the names they gave me?"

"Who's 'they'?"

"'They', the media of course."

"Why do you say 'of course' as if I should know this?" My stomach was seriously hurting from laughing so much. I wasn't sure how he was making me feel so at ease. I barely knew the guy.

"You should know this. I'm not Worldwide Handsome for no reason. You should know about me," he insisted in a teasing tone.

"Sorry, but I haven't heard anything about 'Worldwide Handsome'."

"Maybe that's because I just came up with it," he said as he laughed at himself.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. So you call yourself that, but no one else does?"

He paused to think and waited a good long moment before he answered. He placed his finger on his chin and gave a facial feature as if he was thinking. "When you say it that way, I think I understand what you mean...." He snapped his fingers as if he fingered out his dilemma. "I got it. I'll start calling myself that in interviews. that way, it picks up." He reached over and gave my shoulder a light touch. "Thank you so much. I owe you all my gratitude." He gave a slight bow.

My laughter had gotten too out of control. I started to clutch my stomach. Jin joined in and let out a weird sound. It only made it harder to breathe.

"Are you laughing at my laugh?" he asked in mock horror.

I could only nod.

In the distance, the sound of the door opening could be heard. Figuring it was either my cousin or sister, I ignored it.

"The members say it sounds like a windshield wiper," he managed to let out.

My feet joined in on the joy and stomped on the ground.

Jin's body was also fully embedded in the comedy. He reached out and gave me a slight shove. I felt my knees give a little and I took a step back. Suddenly, I lost my footing and began to tumble back.

Hands reached out to me and took hold of my arms, but it was too late. I was already falling.

The giggles died off as I felt something hard dig into my lower back. A warm liquid traveled under my leg.

"Noona, are you ok?" Jin's voice sounded alarmed and worried.

Finally, I reacted. "Ow."

"Hyung, let's get her up," said a deep voice.

I looked up to see a fairly tall, good-looking guy on the other side of me. He had eyes that could melt anyone with a simple look. Whoever dared put eyeliner on him should be arrested. He looked damn-near lethal.

The sound of the door opening now made sense. It had been this guy who had walked in.

"What hurts?" asked Jin, his face coming into view. His eyes were wide with worry.

A groan came out of me. "My pride," I said honestly.

The hot guy let out a small chuckle. "Is it ok if we help you up?"

I nodded.

Jin and the hot guy pulled me up with ease. Jin insisted I sit down.

The hot guy gave me a formal greeting. "My name is Taehyung."

I greeted him back and gave him my name. "Nice to meet you."

"I wish it was in better circumstances," he said with a smile that looked almost predatory.

A blush crept along my neck.

"Back up, Taehyung," Jin's voice sounded snappy and chilly. Nothing like he had sounded before.

Taehyung giggled, his smile turning boxy and boyish. "I'm sorry, am I overstepping?"

Jin rolled his eyes and pushed Taehyung back as he kneeled down. "I am so sorry, noona. Are you ok?" His face was still concerned.

I gave another nod. But he didn't look convinced.

I was about to answer him verbally, but another voice pulled our attention.

"Unni..." the voice sounded alarmed.

We all turned to the voice, which had come from the location I had fallen. And I saw why my sister sounded so concerned.

I had landed on my bag. My bag which contained my laptop. My bag which had been located next to my coffee. The liquid had not only spilled underneath me, but had managed to spill inside my bag. My laptop was now drenched in coffee. Ruined. My project. My promotion. My job!

My eyes slowly met Kim Seokjin's. He looked like a lamb about to get slaughtered.

Korea and the world might be fully in love with Kim Seokjin.

But I hated him.

Hated him for making me laugh.

Chapters : 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05(M) | 06(m) | 07

Pretty💕

oh to be effortlessly pretty…

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Indigo - Live at Rolling Hall (2/2) ↳ [spotify layout]

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faded love | pjm

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 he doesn’t need to say it. because you can feel your husband, park jimin, falling out of love with you. 〞married couple au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: jimin x reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst (rip sorry) ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 16k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: couples therapy (is that a warning?), cheating/infidelity, some swearing, soft mushy smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, creampie, lots of kissing, this is just v soft mushy sex, like super light softcore romantic porn

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: W H A T I S U P D E M O N S! I’m back with another instalment of the mixtape series, i sincerely hope you all enjoy it!! almost everything is read through and edited except the smut because like,,, its 4am and the sun is coming up and i’m ill and tired

⇥ part of the mixtape series

⏤ unedited

The signs were there.

Your relationship with your husband, Park Jimin, was slowly fading; slowly dwindling into nothingness. You don’t really recall exactly why you’ve been drifting apart or what caused the start of the drift. All you knew, was that one day, two months ago, your husband had come home with a changed, indifferent air around him. Within that long agonising month, you had tried everything to garner his attention. You suggested bike riding down the Han River liked you used to when you began dating, trying to rekindle some of the love and passion in your relationship. However, Jimin had refuted the offer, claiming he had a busy day at work and he was tired. When you suggested a date night, something relaxing like a movie and dinner, Jimin had rebuked that too, not wanting to leave home. But when you’d suggested staying in and watching a film, he’d turned that down too; heading straight to bed instead.

For two months you tried whatever you could. From planned days in so that he could rest if he was tired, all the way to suggesting fun and exciting things like trips to museums or the park like you used to when you were dating. But each and every single idea was turned down with some excuse or another. At some point you began wondering if you had done something to annoy him or said something that caused him to begin pulling away from you. But no matter how much you racked your brain, you couldn’t pinpoint any thing. He was just no longer interested in spending time with you.

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This author really gonna make mi get a real nose bleed if this continue🤦🏿‍♀️

THEIR HUMAN MATE 21+

Hybrid! BTS x chubby!human! reader

Hybrids/Mates AU

Potential warnings: Fat shaming, childhood trauma, past/present abuse, explicit smut (a lot of dom/sub), some of it might be soft, some of it might be harder (I shall explore and try so I can't tell what kind of sex exactly will happen).

Please let me know if there is anything that I might have overlooked. I will not add warnings in each chapters unless I consider it very necessary. If any of these warnings make you uncomfortable, proceed at your own risk.

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You work in a bookstore you own and live in the apartment right above the shop, it's a good thing that you own the building! You have your grandparents' passing to thank for that, not that it's a joyful event, you just owe them the life you now live.

Now that you live alone, you have a lot of love to give but no one to give it to and it can be hard sometimes, that is, until you meet a cat in the street.

Not just any cats but a hybrid it seems, a big fluffy Maine Coon that starts following you as soon as you meet eyes and its own shine purple.

It's a good thing that you got more chicken than usual today because of the day's promotions, you'll have one more person to feed from now on, not that you mind, it's exciting to you, especially when the human version of the hybrid calls you his mate!

It should stop there, yet these hybrids that claim you as theirs just pop out of nowhere one after the other and goodness, were hybrids always so horny?!

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3

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Me literally:

TEARS DRY (m)

couple jungkook/reader, ft. eunwoo

content smut, angst; hybrid au, university au; one-sided love, unprotected sex, descriptive sex, choking, spitting, slapping, degradation, marking, toxic behavior from both characters, crying, alcohol use, dirty talk, loss of virginity, i don’t even know what else.

summary “he walks away, the sun goes down. he takes the day, but i’m grown. and in your grey, in this cool shade, my tears dry on their own.”

words 6,570

author’s note hey. it’s vien. or vi. i made a new account, and i’m completely rewriting the series. i changed the title, since it didn’t quite fit the plot. it’s inspired by amy winehouse’s tear dry. the original, of course. fixed a lot of things that made me annoyed with the first part. it still isn’t completely perfect. i think it’s going to only be one part, but i’m not sure yet. also i smoked before making this. anyways, i hope you guys like it.

“So Jungkook,” asked Jaehyun one Wednesday afternoon, “what’s your relationship with (Name)?”

“(Name)? As in nerd (Name)?” Lian quipped, ears perking curiously.

Their captain’s relationships were often kept relatively private, so it was rather unusual for him to be linked to someone so publicly. . . and to a prey hybrid of all people.

The panther hybrid could only brood, per usual, as his football teammates stared eagerly at him from across the table. After a beat of silence, he clicked his tongue. “We did stuff once. Twice. It doesn’t mean anything.” He confessed reluctantly.

“She must be a pretty crier. . . if you know what I mean.” Yuta elbowed Kai, earning a fit of laughter.

“And she makes him lunch too. What a sweetheart.” Namjoon complimented, to which Seokjin nodded in agreement.

This seemed to suffice the team’s thirst for answers, and they quickly returned to their own conversations.

“She’s very kind, Kook. You shouldn’t be so harsh to her.” Jimin said, eyeing the boy. Jungkook could only give his best friend a glare before reverting back to his phone.

All of a sudden, a familiar scent swept through the university’s cafeteria. Raspberry, violet, and amber — a mixture that could make any man, prey or predator, fall ill with lust. There was only one individual’s scent that could have that effect on people and Jungkook couldn’t help but groan in apprehension.

“Jungkook!” You squealed, bounding towards him. You were wearing a knit sweater —Jungkook’s— and black trousers, paired with your favorite suede clogs. Two ivory ribbons were tucked at the base of your floppy rabbit ears, giving you a rather endearing appearance. You were anything but, the panther hybrid thought.

Unbeknownst to Jungkook, his teammates were more intrigued of his latest lover than he had initially thought. As confusing as this “couple” was to everyone, they could understand why he claimed you. After all, you smelled delectable, and you were a feast to the eyes.

They observed you with curiosity and something akin to desire, so much so that Taehyung could practically feel their want. If Jungkook didn’t want you, they certainly would.

“Lucky bastard,” Soobin whispered, eyes lingering on your plush lips.

Jungkook looked up, black hair drooping softly over his honey-colored eyes. It gave him a smoldering gaze, and you couldn’t help but blush as you approached your crush of over a decade.

You had fatefully met him at a park near your kindergarten. He had saved you from a group of predator boys who were toying with your prized telescope, a gift from your father. Even in your youth, you knew he was stronger than most— more powerful than most. Enthralled by the sheer strength and confidence that the lanky boy had, you began to follow him everywhere, despite the obvious difference in class and species.

Along the way, you befriended Taehyung and Jimin, a bear and wolf hybrid respectively. They were quite a mischievous pair, but they were kind, and accepted your devotion to their best friend. They saw the deep connection you shared with him, despite of Jungkook’s denial. After all, he hadn’t actually pushed you away, and often tolerated your romantic gestures.

Tolerated it enough to accept your request for him to take your virginity, at least.

“I missed you so much, Kookie.” You exclaimed, curling your arms around his neck from behind. You knestled your nose into his neck, taking in the strong scent of whiskey, sandalwood, and mint.

“Don’t call me that, brat.” He chastised, pulling away from your touch. You pout.

“Of course, sorry.” You said, before digging into your satchel. You sat down, right between Taehyung and Jungkook, and pulled out a bento box. Clumsily, you pushed it to Jungkook.

“Here.”

Jungkook peeled open the box as if it was second nature. “You can leave now,” he said with a swish of his tail, his interests piqued.

“But look! We have matching boxes.” You giggled, pulling out another homemade box. When Jungkook didn’t say anything, you wilted a bit. His best friends took notice.

“It’s lovely. You must’ve put a lot of thought into it.” Jimin said, petting your head. You basked in his touch. Rabbit hybrids adored physical touch, no matter who it was from.

“Aren’t you cute? If you don’t want Jungkook anymore, I’m always available.” Taehyung winked, before turning to smirk at Jungkook.

“You better not. You aren’t allowed to fuck any of my friends.” Jungkook snarled, slightly pinching your arm in warning. The panther hybrid was known to be quite territorial, so you didn’t give it much thought.

It couldn’t be jealousy. Jungkook wasn’t interested in you, and he made it terribly clear.

Instead, you grinned with your eyes closed. “I’m sorry, Taehyung. My heart will always belong to him.” As a sincere apology, you offered him a tuna roll, to which he gladly accepted. With a sneer, he grabbed your wrist, eyes never leaving Jungkook’s, and bit into the roll. Your cheeks turned pink at the close proximity, and you quickly pulled away in embarrassment. Even if you were attracted to Jungkook only, Taehyung was still a young man, a beautiful one no less.

“Delicious.” He purred with a flick of his tongue, and Jimin laughed.

Jungkook, who had watched the entire interaction from under his bangs, was turning red. He clenched his fist from under the table.

If you were so in love with him like you said you were, why were you feeding another man? Were you trying to make him angry—? Why was he getting so worked up, anyways—!

“Kookie?” A shrill voice exclaimed, breaking Jungkook’s train of thoughts. His head shot up, and within seconds his anger had evaporated.

“Noona.” Your ears perked up at the —was it fondness?— in Jungkook’s velvety voice. He has never called you noona, despite you being a few months older.

Does he even call you by your own name?

You didn’t even realize that she had used your nickname for him, didn’t notice that he didn’t even flinch at it, compared to how he reacted when you called him Kookie.

“Hey, Jeon. I haven’t seen you since Saturday.” said Karina, a fox hybrid. Female fox hybrids were known to be enchanting, so enchanting that they even inspired the Japanese mythical creature, the kitsune. Karina wasn’t any different, with her large bust, pin-up curls, and slender figure.

The entire table was staring at her. Some were practically drooling at the sight of her exposed skin. You couldn’t be mad at them, you were ogling her chest too.

“Missed me?” Jungkook replied smoothly, leaning his chin against his palm. He was smirking, something you rarely see happening. Karina crossed her arms and pushed herself onto his lap. He maneuvered to fit her, unintentionally pushing you into Taehyung’s chest.

“You took a toll on me, Jungkook.” she purred into his ear, “I couldn’t walk for days.”

You deflated at her words. He was sleeping with other women. He smiled charmingly, unfazed by her dirty comment.

Sure, he didn’t exactly say you were exclusive, but you weren’t the type to involve yourself in an open relationship. You’ve given yourself to him countless times, how on Earth did you not know that he wasn’t monogamous for you?

Karina turned to drink in your small frame. You wouldn’t beat her in a beauty competition, she was sure of that. “Is this your girlfriend, Jeon? A tiny bunny hybrid. How. . . submissive.” She purred in false curiosity, biting her lip to hide her sleazy grin. Your puffball tail twitched at her backhanded comment.

“She’s nobody, noona.” He said, voice husky and ocean deep.

Taehyung’s eyes widened, and so did Jimin’s.

Your ears drooped back, and you could feel tears forming. Rabbit hybrids were considered to be terribly sensitive creatures, and you couldn’t help but prove that narrative by often crying. You attempt to hold your tears back in hopes of putting a strong front for him, despite the fact that all you want to do is run back to your apartment and sob into your pillow. Jungkook despised weak people, and you had an annoyingly wary deposition.

Karina looked at her wristwatch and sighed. “Aw, I have to go now. My programming class is about to start at three. I’ll call you.” With a quick kiss to his cheek, she scampered off.

He hadn’t pulled away.

“You slept with her Saturday night? We were just together on Friday. And Saturday morning. And Sunday night. And the day after that. And yesterday, before your morning class.” You whispered in disbelief, lips quivering. Jungkook glanced at you, and rolled his eyes.

“We aren’t exclusive, (Name). I’ve never once said that I would stop sleeping with other women.” He replied nonchalantly, casting his eyes back to his phone.

His selfish remark completely set you off.

“You know how much our shared moments mean to me, Jungkook. I wanted them to be special, to be shared by only us. You. . . know I have feelings for you.” You stated, surprising him. His best friends looked on in shock.

“And I’ve told you multiple times that I don’t see you that way.” Jungkook retorted harshly. Did you forget your place?

“So it’s okay that you’re fucking someone else, but I can’t fuck your friends?”

“For heaven’s sake, (Name). We fucked. That’s it. That’s all that it’ll ever be. I don’t want you. I don’t want to be with weak prey like you. You cry easily, you’re pathetically clingy, and you have zero self-awareness. Do you know what family I’m from? Do you think anyone will ever accept you? Please, for the sake of me and you, let your stupid feelings go and leave me the fuck alone.” He laid it hard, slamming his fists on the table as he got up.

The noise caught the attention of virtually everyone in the room. They began to whisper as they stared at you and Jungkook’s brooding figure.

“She’s so obsessed.” Said Lalisa, a girl from your astrophysics class.

“A rabbit and a panther? That’s impossible.” Said another.

“Look at her. She’s so desperate!”

“Hasn’t she been chasing after him for years now? It’s time to let go.”

“She’ll never be loved if she continues this!”

She’ll never be loved if she continues this.

You nodded slowly in realization, and everything seem to click all at once.

He would never be yours, no matter how hard you tried.

Jungkook waited for a response, for a single slap in the face, for anything. Maybe even a punch to his gut, but yet, he received nothing. His comment was a bit over the top, and he knew that, so why didn’t you react? He glared at you, only for him to stop in surprise. You gave him one last watery smile, and clambered off the seat. Staring at the ceiling, you attempt to slow your breathing and the tears that seemed to slide past your eyelids.

“Of course, I’m sorry for disturbing you. I’ll leave now.” You bowed in respect before making your way toward the exit.

“Bun.” Jungkook started in exasperation. He reached for you, but you shrugged him off. That was a first. He could smell the sadness you emitted from your pheromones. It was so vulnerable and defenseless — it was as if you'd given up.

Did you give up on him?

Guilt ripped through his chest. He had been unnecessarily brutal, and he could see that as he glanced at the crowd that watched the entire conversation go down. Everyone was one his side, but he could only feel bitter about it.

Once you were inside a nearby art classroom, you leaned against the door and slid down it until you could cover your face with your knees. There was nothing that could save your makeup, the one you put on to impress him. You breathed slowly, trying to control your erratic heartbeat. Something inside you felt empty, and that’s never happened, even before when he would insult you. It was as if something between you had snapped, causing a ripple of suppressed emotions.

Instead of cleaning yourself up and smiling at a mirror, you chose to cry out all your heartache.

He’s insulted you and pushed you away countless times. Why did it hurt so much this time? Perhaps it was because you had given yourself to him, only for you to realize that it meant nothing to him. The kisses, the hungry touches, and the look of bittersweet longing in his glimmering eyes — it was simply all a show. You had connected with him, body and soul, and it would be too good to be true if he wasn’t connecting with women who could keep up with him.

Nothing changed his mind. Not your romantic gestures and the sight of your naked vulnerability.

It was for nothing.

You could vividly recall your first time with him. He hadn’t said anything sweet, or kind. He didn’t kiss you sweetly, or tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. No, it was all teeth and desire, cum and marks. He left no room for affection when he took the virginity of the only prey he’s ever bedded.

He had eaten you out, nails leaving marks into your reddening thighs as he ran his tongue repeatedly over your clit and into your saccharine canal. He knew what he was doing, and all you could do was grip his curls and cry. You came with a choked sob as you rode out your high on his nose and lips. He sank two thick, iron fingers into your shivering cunt, curling them in and out. You’ve never felt something so deep and penetrating, and his carnal look only spurred you further. Your insides were so warm, cushiony, and soaked. With its tiny ridges, elastic canal, and creamy discharge, he could practically feel the pleasure it would give to his cock, and he wasn’t even inside yet. After pushing in a third and stretching you out, he pulled away, leaving you contracting air.

When he pulled out his cock, you clenched. It was chillingly large, fit for a predator. No wonder he took his sweet time in prepping you.

“You can back out, pet.” He drawled as he pumped himself, on his knees, while eyeing your heaving chest. You weren’t packing as much as the other women he’s fucked, but he found himself enjoying your soft, yet disheveled appearance. You looked absolutely wrecked, nails digging into his knees that possessively held you in, and he reveled in the fact that he’ll only be the one to see you like this.

“Don’t want to.” You mumbled, trembling under his hungry gaze. “Want to see you the moment you finally fall in love with me.”

“I won’t stop even if you say so.”

“Don’t make me say stop, then.”

“You think this pussy can make me stay?”

“I hope so.” You replied innocently.

He growled, and his eyes flashed red. You could only gulp in both nerves and unadulterated anticipation.

“You better show me that it’s worth it, then.”

He loomed over you, hand gripping the bed post behind you. It cracked under the tightness of his hold, but you could only focus on his hot breath and muscular neck.

“Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.” And with that, he sank into you. He went impossibly deep, reaching every cranny and crevice with one skilled stroke. He sighed, involuntarily pressing his forehead against yours. In less than a second, he had found the bundle of nerves tucked away in your upper area, and you could only close your eyes in a silent scream. It hurt so much, but you couldn’t be happier.

He was fucking up your insides, kissing all up on on your cervix with his tip, and you could feel the blood of your ripped tissue seeping past his cock. He stilled, and raised his torso.

“Good?”

You could only nod deliriously. With that, he began drilling into you unforgivingly. He curled his large hands around your neck as pounded into you. You instinctively placed your hands there, but you didn’t pull him off. His pace was monstrous, and you couldn’t help but feel jealous of all the other women he’s been with. The pleasure was absolutely heavenly. He reached the deepest parts of you, places you didn’t know existed, and he was barely halfway in.

“It barely fits.” He groaned, watching the vulgar entrance of his fat cock stuffing your tight and tiny cunt.

His hair and forehead was matted with sweat. He looked down, admiring your fucked out face. Your eyes were rolled back, and your tongue was slowly making its way past your lips. He let his chain dangle in your face as he focused on making you cum, hips thrusting in and out, thirsty for your essence. You clench around him at the feeling of the cold metal, earning a growl from his throat. You reached behind him to claw uselessly at his shoulders, preening.

He let go of your throat, trading it for pushing your knees to your ears. In this position, he saw everything. He bit into your ankle, and then your toe, his eyes never leaving your face.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you, slut.” You struggled to meet his eyes. With nothing of him to hold, you could only grab your breasts to massage them.

“So fucking dirty. Look at you, pulling me in with this pretty cunt. Freaky brat.” He gently slapped your cheek, coaxing you out of your daze.

“Watch me make you cum, (Name).”

“Want you to cum first.” You mumbled, head sinking deeper into your pillows.

“There’s no fucking way.” He said with a slap to your left breast. He looked down at your connected parts.

“Little girl taking big things.” He mumbled offhandedly, irises expanding. He could feel his balls twitch, begging for release, but he couldn’t give you the satisfaction of orgasming before you. He couldn’t pussy out of watching you come undone first. “My.” Thrust. “Kind of.” Thrust. “Woman.”

His hips slowed to a grinding motion, pelvis right against your pulsating clit, as he cupped your jaw. “Open.” He commanded, thumb pressed against your bottom lip. The cold metal of his rings pulled you out of your haze and you obliged, watching him waft up a glob of spit and depositing it into your waiting mouth. You swallowed, eyes watery.

“Say thank you, brat.”

“Thank you so so so so much.” You whimpered, reaching for him. He kissed you feverishly, eyes still open as you sucked and nipped at his tongue and lips.

You were whiny and breathless as he resumed his harsh pace, oscillating his hips at the perfect angle.

Your toes curled at the sight. He remained relatively quiet, except for the occasional grunts, too enthralled at the idea of making you cum for the first.

You ran a hand over his lower stomach, chiseled to the gods, and traced the veins that lead to his cock. He tilted his head back, enjoying your soft touch. When you touched his iliac furrow, he shuddered.

You could feel it— your approaching orgasm. It was coming fast, and your toes curled in anxiety. It felt like it was going to be too much to handle.

“I can’t, Jungkook.”

“Hm?”

“It’s too much.”

“You can handle it, brat.” He said, fucking you faster. You yelped at the sudden change. “You were made to take my cock. Such a tiny thing. . . I shouldn’t have even passed your pretty lips.”

“So vulgar.” You mumbled, blinking back your tears of ecstasy.

“Cum, woman.”

“Can’t.”

“You can, petal. You’re taking me so well. There’s nothing you can’t do.” He pressed his lips against your cheek, and then to your ear. He bit into it, suppressing his own sounds of enjoyment. Th sweetness of his gestures seemed to spur you on, just like he wanted. “Gonna cum, Kookie.”

“Fuck, me too.” He groaned. The bed was practically falling apart as he fucked into you, balls slapping against your pussy.

“Cum inside, please.”

“Gonna give you a fuckin’ kid if I do.”

“Please.”

“Filthy. Fuckin’ filthy. Make me cum then, brat.”

And with that, you came. Your insides gripped his cock painfully tight, so tight that he couldn’t even get another thrust in. You milked his cock for everyone he was worth, convulsing around him like a fucking vibrator. You were drooling as you reached up to bite his neck, leaving a not-so subtle mark. He let you claim him for only moment. It was your reward for cumming so enthrallingly.

“Shit.” He said, watching you arch your back as you laid back down. So fuckin’ pretty. With a few more strokes, he came, painting your insides white with his seed. You could feel the spurts of cum, felt it inflate your stomach at the thickness, and it all but made you feel even more horny. You wanted nothing else but to bear his children. Semen eased out of your hole when he pulled out, but all he did was plug it back in with his fingers.

He coaxed another handful of orgasms from you that night. He didn’t give you a break for the next couple of hours, and in the morning he let you go with a bouquet of insults, marks you couldn’t hide, and a tremble in your walk.

You trudged out the door and into car, ready to receive an earful from him.

You must’ve left a long lasting impression on him, because he continued to call you at the wee hours of the night, asking for a quick fuck. You hastily agreed, hoping these hangouts would turn into dates.

Oh, how you were terribly wrong.

He had been out and about sleeping with beautiful, smart, and experienced predator hybrids.

“Are you okay?” A voice rang through the room, pulling you out of your trance. You looked up, meeting the eyes of none other than Cha Eunwoo, Jungkook’s vice-captain, the student body president, and your astronomy classmate. He was a handsome cheetah hybrid with his toothy grin, sweet demeanor, and adorable sweater vests.

You wish you had fallen for him instead.

“Yeah,” you sniffled, “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look too fine.” He chuckled, and you did too. “I heard about what happened. I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve that.” Eunwoo said, softly shutting the door. He sat down next to you, and offered you his handkerchief.

“I thought things would be different.”

“I know, sweetheart.” He whispered, touching your shoulder. “If it makes you feel better, you’re beyond beautiful. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”

“Thank you, oppa.”

“It’s no problem, (Name). Let everything out. I’m here to listen.”

“It’s just that . . . I chased after him for so long. I don’t know anything else but chasing.”

“What if I chased after you?” He replied, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “What if I showed you what’s beyond chasing?”

“W-What?”

“I know you’re vulnerable and hurt right now, but I feel like I’ll never have another chance to tell you how I feel. Just know I’m not using this situation to manipulate you into anything.” He breathed in.

“I’ve always liked you, (Name), even back in high school. You were so sweet, and passionate about what you loved, whether it was Jungkook, or astronomy. I admired that from afar, since I knew your heart already belonged to someone. When you helped me with my physics homework, I fell for you even harder.” He confessed with a wistful look. “I wish Jungkook knew how much you meant to him. It wasn’t about his appearance, or his status. It was him. Everything about him, you embraced, even his flaws.”

He looked at you, cyan eyes sparking with hope. “I hope you’ll give me the chance to pursue you. I want to help you forget your pain.”

“Eunwoo. . . I don’t want you to feel like a rebound.”

“Of course you aren’t. I want this, and I don’t expect you to give up your feelings for him instantly.”

You thought about it. This could be your chance to forget, to build a relationship with someone who actually reciprocates your feelings. You were given the chance to feel what true love finally feels like, and you would be dumb to give up this chance.

He was going to give you what you longed for from Jungkook. He was looking at you the way you looked at Jungkook.

“Okay, Eunwoo. You can try, but I can’t promise anything.” Within seconds, Eunwoo had pulled you into a tight embrace. You basked in the scent of cedar wood and cocoa. Despite it being foreign, you felt comfortable in his presence. He picked you off the floor and twirled you around, earning a soft squeak from you.

“Thank you, sweetheart. You won’t regret this.”

Days went by and Jungkook didn’t hear from you at all. He had checked your favorite cafe, that spot you liked to study at in the library, and even waited at the door of one of your classes. You were nowhere to be seen, and Jungkook was getting severely annoyed. It wasn’t the first time he had said something mean, so why were you hiding now?

He hadn’t had a good fuck in a minute, the last one being you. You, the woman he seemed to despise the most, making him cum the hardest and quickest he’s ever had. Even the sheer thought of you, sprawled over his bed or leaning over his desk, dripping from his cream pie, has him popping a boner in the middle of biology.

He couldn’t even cum properly without thinking about you. Balls deep in the captain of the volleyball team, and all he could think of was you.

Things wouldn’t change over a single argument, right? Similar things have happened before, but you always crawled back after a few pretty texts of “I miss your cooking” or “I miss that pretty cunt sitting on my face.”

You would be back soon, he was sure of that. With that thought in mind, he made his way to your next class, hoping to catch you leaving the room. He’d give you a public kiss, even wrap an arm around you. That’d satisfy you enough, right?

Right?

“Is Eunwoo and (Name) dating?”

His ears perked up. What?

“I saw them holding hands. He was holding her satchel and textbooks.”

“I guess she’s over her crush. Good for her.”

“Finally finding her self worth after all these years? It’s not something to be proud of.”

He turned to stare at the female gossipers that loitered around a vending machine. Surely they meant someone else. Not (Name). Not his (Name). She would never leave over some pathetic argument.

He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. That was impossible.

When you didn’t come out, he strolled to the cafeteria to meet his friends. As usual, Taehyung and Jimin were bickering. Something, or someone, was missing in the equation, but he didn’t dwell too much on it.

“He doesn’t know, does he?” Jimin whispered to the bear hybrid.

“There’s no way he doesn’t know. The entire law department knows! Even the engineering department! And the bio—“

“Shut up, he’s coming!”

Jungkook sat down, quizzically staring at the pair. They awkwardly smiled at him, and quickly shut their conversation down.

“Wow, this must be the longest (Name)’s been away from you.” Taehyung drawled, side eyeing Jimin.

“She looked really hurt that day. You were out of bounds with that one.” Jimin added, slurping his juice box.

“Don’t you think I know that? She’ll get over it with some sweet little words.”

“Hm.”

“She’s so obsessed with my health. She can’t go a week without whipping me something to try in the name of her ‘proving herself worthy to be my girlfriend’ bullshit.”

“Then why isn’t she coming over? She’s right there over there.” Jimin said, pointing his fork at the direction behind him. Jungkook whirled around. He must be playing a prank on him. He would’ve smelled your overwhelming scent from a mile away.

Sure enough, you were there, sitting right next to fucking Cha Eunwoo. You were disgustingly drenched in Eunwoo’s pheromones, it was no wonder why he couldn’t smell you. The can of soda that was in Jungkook’s palm was crushed within seconds.

Eunwoo laughed at one of your jokes and softly petted your hair, easing the morning licks that seem to pop up after a good night’s rest. He scratched the base of your ears, and your left foot began to endearingly thump with glee.

Jungkook glowered at the sight. Why the fuck was that cheetah hybrid touching what’s his?

“Oi, looks like (Name)’s found her new object of affection.” Taehyung whistled, turning to look at Jungkook. “Good for her. . . and for you, man. She’s finally off your back, just like you wanted.”

“Yeah, at least she is.” Jimin cocked a brow at the boy. Liquid continued to ooze from the crushed soda can, and Jimin could only shake his head.

“I don’t give a fuck. She was annoying in bed anyways. So loud.” Of course, that was a big fat lie. You were the most enjoyable to be with. (And if anything, he was the most vocal with you.)

“Whatever you say.” Jimin shrugged, and that was the end of the conversation.

Jungkook couldn’t help but send a quick glance your way. You looked so happy, as if that argument never happened. Were you really in love with him to begin with?

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed in on the box that sat between you. You were saying someone as you eased a roll into Eunwoo’s mouth. He bit your finger playfully as he pulled back, making you blush like crazy. He wanted to strangle Eunwoo, but he also wanted to laugh.

You were never in love with him. You just wanted to see what the fuss his dick was about. If you were truly in love with him, you wouldn’t give up so easily.

But why did it hurt so much? Why did it feel like heaven ripped a half of his soul away from him?

Nonetheless, he didn’t need you. He never needed you.

He quickly pulled out his phone, and his finger hovered over Karina’s recent message that he left on delivered.

Are you busy?

Three dots. And then;

Never for you.

Two weeks goes by. You spent your days being whisked away by Eunwoo, who took you to fancy dinners, movies, and museums. Yet, every time you were alone in your thoughts, you thought of him. His touch, his warm scent, his laughter whenever he was around his friends, and his smile, the one that showed every time he talked about his grandmother. You missed all of that.

You missed all of him.

Jungkook and Karina’s newfound relationship spread through the campus fairly quickly. Of course, you played off your true reactions when Nayeon from your literature class asked you how you felt about it.

“I’m happy for him. He deserves someone good by his side after everything he’s been through.”

(Nayeon had given you a pitiful look after hearing your response. She must’ve thought that you were spiraling.

You were.)

Despite him giving Karina the one position you longed for, you were seriously happy for him. You didn’t lie when you said that he deserved it — deserved a pretty and accomplished predator hybrid that could proudly stand by his side as an equal.

Eunwoo didn’t allow you to dwell on it, and soon, your entire schedule was filled with him, classes, and your four best friends, Hoseok, Hoa, Momo, and Yoongi.

This feeling of knowing what laid ahead was comforting. You were going to graduate, date Eunwoo, and live out your days doing what you loved.

“Don’t worry princess, I’m always going to be here for you.” Eunwoo said, pressing his lips against your hair.

You were so used to Jungkook’s sarcastic pet names that being called princess or sweetheart made your head spin. It was welcomed, though. Bunnies needed love and everlasting attention, and Eunwoo was gladly offering it.

Back at your shared apartment, you checked your outfit one last time. A sundress, one that complimented your curves and brightened up your skin. You slipped on your glasses and tote bag, ready to head out. Before you could leave, you stopped to touch the photo of you and Jungkook at the sweet age of seven. There were actually many photos, some with friends, some alone, and they were mostly from ten years ago. One of them was from five years ago. It was a picture of Jungkook sitting on the edge of a secret hilltop that overlooked the city. The sun had been setting, and you took a snap of him admiring the rare sight.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it? I used to come here a lot whenever my grandmother worked at the planetarium.” He had said, pointing at the array of colors that coated the evening sky.

You nodded absentmindedly, but you weren’t looking at the view. Long eyelashes, a few pimples and scars, and chapped lips. Cherub skin, a little fat in his cheeks that later faded as he aged, and sparkly gray eyes. You were looking at him, and all that he was.

This was who you loved. God, how could you not love someone so pure?

He grew muscle and lost his baby fat, but he never lost those large grey eyes, ones that seemed to hold entire galaxies in them.

“Yeah. It’s beautiful.” You murmured.

You blinked, and turned away from the picture frame. You didn’t want to immerse yourself in a fantasy that you could never relive.

Once you left your apartment, it only took twenty minutes to reach the university. You bounced down the halls in pure excitement. Eunwoo was taking you to an exhibit that featured space stones!

In your excitement, you had accidentally bumped into someone.

“Watch where you’re going!”

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there.” You bowed respectfully, and turned to keep going. A hand curled around your wrist and stopped you from going. You looked up, only to see Karina’s cat-like eyes. She sneered.

“Well, if it isn’t Jungkook’s old clingy bunny experiment. (Name), wasn’t it?”

“Look, I really have to go.” You casted your eyes down. “Again, I’m sorry for all the trouble—”

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, prey.” Karina screamed, pushing you against a bulletin board. You gulped, but your face remained brave.

“What do you want from me?”

“He’s probably told you this, but leave him alone. Stay far, far away from him. He’s mine now, and he told me to tell you that. You were his plaything, and I’m his girlfriend. Now that’s an upgrade, honey.”

She was antagonizing you, that much you could tell.

“I wasn’t planning to go near him again.”

“Panther hybrids aren’t meant to be with puny prey hybrids, (Name), and I’m glad you finally put a stop to your delusions.”

Your blood ran hot at her comment. With a sprout of strength you never thought you had, you twisted away from her grasp and pushed her into the wall that you were pressed against seconds before.

“You already have him, so why are you being so rude? I’ve never done anything to you—!”

“What the hell is going on, (Name)?” You turned, meeting Jungkook’s red eyes. You instantly submitted under his harsh gaze, knees failing at the sudden wave of nausea. He was going to make you go into heat if he didn’t stop. He pushed you away from Karina, making you trip and collapse onto the floor with a thud. You gasped as the pain rushed through your spine. You attempted to sit up, but the pain was too much.

Jimin and Taehyung quickly came to your aid. You winced at the contact, pulling away from their touch. There were too many predators surrounding you, and with Jungkook’s pheromones, it made you feel even more unsafe. They attempted to sooth you with words of encouragement as they lifted you to your feet.

Karina was sobbing into Jungkook’s chest as she pointed at you.

“She attacked me when I told her that I loved you!” Jungkook turned to reprimand you, but Jimin stood in front of you, baring his fangs. He was beyond tired of watching you get insulted for nothing.

“You attacked her over something so pathetic? Jesus, (Name). I knew you were insane, but I didn’t think you were violent.”

“You know (Name) wouldn’t attack her over that! She obviously provoked her.” Taehyung said, coming to your defense.

“She’s so fucking obsessed with me, I wouldn’t be surprised if she did this out of jealousy.” He spat. Your temper returned tenfold, and you angrily limped toward him, pushing past Jimin.

“Don’t start fake crying, brat. I’m not falling for your shit, anymore.” Jungkook said sarcastically. “Just drop the shitty innocent act.”

You slap him. Across the face.

“Fuck. You.” You heaved. Your throat fucking burned. You weren’t used to raising your voice. “I’ve been in love with you for more than a decade, Jungkook. I’ve taken care of you, even when you didn’t want to have anything to do with me. It’s fine that you don’t reciprocate my feelings, but for you to undermine my love for you as some obsession is downright low. I’ve left you alone, and you continue to insult me, and for what? I’m sorry that was annoying. I’m sorry that I’m clingy. I’m sorry that I can never live up to your standards. I’m sorry that sex with me wasn’t satisfactory, so you had to find pleasure in other experienced women. I’m so sorry for wasting your time, and I’m sorry for loving you, even when you told me to stop. I’m happy for you. You deserve to find love with someone who’s your equal, so why can’t you be happy for me, just this once? Why can’t you see that I’m still trying for you, even when you hate me?”

You were full blown sobbing now, and Jungkook couldn’t help but look at you in pure agony. He could see and feel your pain, like he’s never had before. It was as if something clicked inside his soul, and he had come to the realization that you weren’t just a fuck to him. No, you were more than that, he could physically feel it. As if he was possessed, he pushed Karina off of him and slowly reached for you. It was as if his instincts were telling him to comfort his mate. You backed away and shook your head. “Don’t touch me. I’ll dirty you. I’m just a brat, right? A filthy slut who doesn’t deserve your love.” You covered your face and turned away. You couldn’t handle anymore embarrassment.

“No, (Name). I didn’t think. . .” Jungkook tried. Why wasn’t his words forming right?

“(Name)? Are you okay?” asked Eunwoo from across the hall. He hastily rushed towards you. You were supposed to meet him at the campus parking lot, but you weren’t there and it was about fifteen minutes before the exhibit.

You cried out, reaching for him. He pulled you into his arms protectively. You snuggled into his hold, using his scent as a way to calm yourself. Jungkook watched, his soul crushed to oblivion.

“Please take me home.” You mumbled in tears. “Everything hurts.”

“Of course, sweetheart. Give me your bag.” Eunwoo shrugged your bag off and onto his shoulder. He lifted you off your feet and gave you a one look over before making his way towards the exit. Jungkook stood there, drowning in pure regret. There was no way he could fix this.

“I’ll take you to the clinic first, okay?” Eunwoo murmured as he tucked you into the passenger seat.

“Mhm.” You mumbled, already exhausted.

“Sh, sleep. I’ll wake you when we’re there.”

“Thank-you, Eunwoo.”

“Of course, princess.”

“I think I can love you now.” You said as you dozed off. Eunwoo paused before smiling, and turned on his car.

“I’m glad, (Name).” His eyes flashed red. “I’m so, so glad.”

That night, you nestled into bed after applying some ointment onto your bruise. It would be hard to walk for a couple of days, but your boyfriend would be there to support you every step of the way.

Your phone buzzed with several messages, but you ignored it, thinking it was your best friend’s group chat. You groaned when it continued to insistently vibrate. After a few moments, you peeled it off your bedside table.

It was Jungkook, of all people.

(Name)?

Can we talk?

I want to fix things.

I miss you. A lot.

Please.

I promisr I’lk changw.

I won’t pusd yoi away amymorw.

I can’t di this. Pleasr.

Mert mw on our hill, plwese?

(Name).

I thonk I luvb you.

Talj to me. Pleasw.

Jungkook took another swig of his vodka as he laid sprawled on the grass, on top of a very special hill. You weren’t replying, and as the minutes passed by, he was drowning himself with more alcohol. He wanted to beg on his knees for your forgiveness. He’d give everything to treat you right.

He tried to text you again, fingers messily typing against the screen. He could barely make out what he was typing before he pressed send.

I’d leavw everythinf behind four yoy, (Name).

The message didn’t go through, and his heart dropped.

You had blocked him.

In the end, your tears dried out.

Me when I read all of these:

SMUT MASTERLIST 21+

All stories and one shots will be posted here!

I want to remind everyone that if you are under 18, please turn around and leave my blog! This is no place for young minds!

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BTS SERIES (OT7)

THEIR HUMAN MATE

Summary: You work in a bookstore you own and live in the apartment right above the shop, it's a good thing that you own the building! You have your grandparents' passing to thank for that, not that it's a joyful event, you just owe them the life you now live.

Now that you live alone, you have a lot of love to give but no one to give it to and it can be hard sometimes, that is, until you meet a cat in the street.

Not just any cats but a hybrid it seems, a big fluffy Maine Coon that starts following you as soon as you meet eyes and its own shine purple.

It's a good thing that you got more chicken than usual today because of the day's promotions, you'll have one more person to feed from now on, not that you mind, it's exciting to you, especially when the human version of the hybrid calls you his mate!

It should stop there, yet these hybrids that claim you as theirs just pop out of nowhere one after the other and goodness, were hybrids always so horny?!

Hybrids/Mates AU (explicit smut 21+)

ONE-SHOTS

PRETTY GIRL

Summary: Yoongi loves you a bit too much, he can't keep himself from making love to you, even if you're having a picnic in a public park.

Established relationship AU

Warnings: PWP (Porn with plot), public sex, Yoongi is a horny sweetheart.

TEMPTATION IS A HOLY GIFT

Summary: From the first moment Yoongi and Hoseok see you, they want you, no matter how long it takes to make you admit that you want them too.

University student AU

Warnings: to come when I'm finished writing!

ONE-SHOTS

TEMPTATION IS A HOLY GIFT

Summary: From the first moment Yoongi and Hoseok see you, they want you, no matter how long it takes to make you admit that you want them too.

University student AU

Warnings: to come when I'm finished writing!

ONE-SHOTS

MY GOOD OMEGA

Summary: Namjoon has one bad day that impacts a lot of his work and he grows very busy, meaning he doesn’t get to see you as often anymore. Needless to say, when he literally finds himself pushed back home for a forced break by his pack members, seeing his pretty omega napping in his bed gives him ideas, and he know how to make you beg for it.

Mated wolves, established relationship AU

Warnings: PWP (Porn With Plot), knotting, oral (f. receiving), he just wants to love you, (might be) a little obsessed with your butt, sub!omega reader, dom!alpha Namjoon, cockwarming (because he literally can’t pull out).