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THE WAITER - CHAPTER 1: REMINISCENCE

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Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

Summary:

A supposedly meaningless one night stand keeps the passion lingering in your veins well after the rendezvous. Destiny plays it's part in putting him back in your life, but it does, too, a former lover.

His growth has given him the confidence to reclaim what he left behind. But "all that glitters isn't gold"and both of them have not so well hidden secrets...

Who will you choose if you choose any? And... At what cost?

Genre/au: Angst, Romance, Slice of life with some action, Smut

Rating: PG 18+, explicit

Word count: 3947

Chapter warnings: explicit smut, slight angst, alcohol intoxication

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You enter the restaurant retreating from the rain that is pouring outside nicely in little drops that fall and slide over the surface of your umbrella. You love rainy days, especially when you can stay inside enjoying a nice meal. The dark clouds disturbing the sunrays predicted a coming storm, so you decided to come earlier since you don't wish to drive during a thunderstorm.

You close the umbrella and pull down the hood of your jacket, smoothing your hair to look presentable again. Then, as you leave the umbrella aside in its stand, you inspect the room in case any of your friends have made it to the place before you. It's not a surprise to see you are the first, so you sit at the bar to get a drink while you wait for them to arrive or a table to be cleared.

The place is packed and that's supposedly how it normally is, or so your friend has said. Being an informal restaurant looking more cozy than fancy with ash wood all around and matching center light fix with lamps, that give a delightful air to the whole space. Plus, the food is upscale, healthy, and affordable. This definitely fits attributes and aesthetic that always attracts people. 

She has also said some of the waiters are cute and that's the main reason she's been eating here all week even though her work and home are almost at the other side of the city. You roll your eyes to the thought but have to hold your mouth from going agape when the bar waiter gets in front of you.

“How may I help you?” asks the  brown curly haired guy with the name Taehyung written on his tag. He looks like he was taken from a magazine: big eyes that pierce into your soul, perfect nose, perfect cheekbones, jaw, lips, tall, kind of built. The definition of handsome made flesh. Then a specific someone comes to mind; 'He too was the definition of handsome.'  You brush the thought away immediately.

“Could you serve me some green tea? Thank you.” you say, trying to not stare at him directly but failing miserably. Taehyung simply nods and gives you a gentle smile before moving to prepare it. Then you turn on your seat looking towards the tables to see if anyone is leaving.

He passes in front of you, closely. 

Blonde this time, a huge contrast to the black hair he wore when you two first met. You turn back around immediately, giving your back to the tables that he is serving. 

From all the places you had to go meet with your friends, it had to be where he's working. Your hand smooths your hair again, instinctively.

You give a side look towards him and regret it instantly, looking back to the front. He looks so fine in his waiter attire: the black t-shirt and trousers adjusting to his perfectly defined muscles, his helpful attitude, and the grey apron only sweeten the image. His face looks even more angelic with the hair colour but your eyes focus on his full lips as he speaks to the clients sitting in front of him. You swallow and look away again.

The reminiscence of how those lips felt against yours, so soft, so warm, makes yours tingle. The taste of his mouth as he deepened the kiss, still fresh and printed in your brain. His tongue. Probably the only thing that's evil in him.

Your skin crawls, rising in goosebumps and you feel like you could break a sweat if you look at him again. 

“Here you go, ma’am.” interrupts your thoughts the other waiter places the warm drink in front of you. ‘A hot drink, exactly what I need…’ you think sarcastically.

"Thank you." you say with a polite smile.

You think about leaving but the cosmos seems to be playful today.

“Please, Taehyung-ah pass this note to the kitchen.” says his soft voice and you instinctively tilt your head to look. The other waiter nods and grabs the note, turning to disappear right after, but he doesn’t move. His eyes do, however, and stares sideways.

“Hello, kitten.” he whispers, giving you a smirk before turning around to go do his job. 

You breathe out the air you didn’t know you were holding and try to focus on spinning around the drink you have in front of you, in order to not follow him with your eyes, you focus them at the bottom of the dark liquid.

.

‘I can’t believe I’m doing this again…’ you thought while putting on a short deep purple dress with long sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. You matched it with sparkly cream high heels, simple make up with a dramatic cat eye, and a simple set of silver jewelry. ‘If they get back together again… I’m suing her for fucking up my liber…’ you thought as you picked up your purse from the entrance. 

An hour later your friend was drunk to the brim and trying to phone her ex. Nothing you said was getting through her determined, stubborn willpower, and you couldn't take her phone away from her without causing a scene. No matter how hard you would try to convince her, she still went out to the terrace of the rooftop club to call him. 

That was when you met him.

As you moved to the bar to order another drink to drown down the disappointment, your elbows crashed. Both of you apologised but instead of looking away and going back to your business, you both kept staring.

“Hello, I’m Jimin.” he said, bowing politely. 

“Hello, Jimin. I’m Ares.” you replied, also bowing. 

You started small talk that led to a much longer conversation about any subject that came to mind but the tension between you was palpable. There was a force, like magnets, that was pulling you together and your eyes kept absentemently falling on each other's lips. 

The stares, how you were lost in each other's eyes, like memorizing the strands that formed the colour in your irises; how they would only shift to learn a detail on the other's body. The way his hand brushed your knee when it went up from his side to call the waiter's attention. The scent of his neck when he leaned forward because the noise didn’t allow him to hear what you were saying. The way he flipped his hair backwards a few times during the conversation. All of it made you want to leave with him.

The way you bit your lip when he flirted. How your hand met his over the bar when you picked up your drink. When you tried to clear the sugar from the Cherry Blossom cocktail, that he tried because of you, from his bottom lip. Your subtle gestures made him want to kiss your thumb. Made him want to kiss you right there but held himself from it. He wanted to leave with you.

A moment later you went out to check on your best friend leaving him alone at the bar for a moment, just as an excuse to get some fresh air and your conscience back. He was an overwhelming stimulus for your senses and you needed to think twice before leaving with a complete stranger. You wanted to keep feeling that, let yourself drown on that sensation until you were drunk and numb from him. You wanted him, badly, but couldn’t leave your friend behind. 

What you saw outside made you almost blush but also jump internally. Your friend was kissing with a guy you didn’t recognise but you were sure wasn't her ex. Not wanting to disturb her, you walked back inside and saw Jimin talking with another woman. When he saw you, he excused himself and came to you. 

“Is everything ok?” he asked, with a soft smile.

“Yes, she’s fine.” you replied, discreetly avoiding to discover your friend’s make out session in a public place.

“I was wondering if you might like to go somewhere else… Somewhere with less noise.” he said, swallowing after his words and breathing a little bit arrhythmically through his nose. His eyes were burning in desire, matching your own. You just nodded and you both left for the elevator. 

You stayed next to each other until the couple that was with you inside the metallic box got off a few floors down. 

Then it was over. 

You synchronised. Your back met the wall as you turned at the same time he did towards you and his hands engaged on your hips as he pulled you close for a kiss. Yours rested on his shoulders craving to touch the muscles underneath.

His soft lips closed on your bottom, inviting, and your lips parted as a response. Then you engaged in a breathy kiss, light and smooth, but when you slid your fingers through the hair on his nape, Jimin deepened the kiss. Your lips slid against each other, moist and hungry. You pulled his bottom lip between your teeth, slowly, and Jimin pressed you harder with his body against the wall while taking in a deep breath through his nose. His mouth devoured yours and a slight moan left your throat when he involuntarily pressed his hardness against your lower body. 

Then one hand moved to your nape and he slid his tongue inside your parted lips. Playfully, it brushed with the tip between your teeth pushing from the back to draw you closer, then danced over your tongue before you responded. 

It was numbing, overwhelming. Like a first kiss. Your senses took in every little detail: his taste on your buds, the fullness of his lips against your own, the way his hands were trying to keep hold of you as if he wanted your bodies to melt together, and how his worked up breath revealed what you were already feeling through the crotch of his pants. His scent. A scent that made you lightheaded from the very beginning. The kind of scent that stays with you in the morning and comes to mind when you think of him.

He breathed you in when his mouth travelled from your jaw to your throat. Had he ever smelled something similar? He wanted you with every inch of his body. His body felt enraged in the extasis of lust. He wanted to be inside of you. Badly. 

He had to stop. 

The little speed difference from the machine alerted him and he moved away quickly pulling you with him, to look composed. Your breaths, however, betrayed you in front of the group of guys that entered the elevator but they minded their own business as you walked outside.

He kept his hand on your waist, accompanying you through the parking lot. 

He had to contain himself from getting on top of you right then and there when you got inside the car, his right hand resting on your knee while he tried to keep his eyes on the road.

Popped on the screen of your phone when you opened it to try to contact your friend and try to keep yourself distracted from the circles his thumb was describing over the naked skin.

You sent, going straight to the point. It took a long minute to get an answer.

You chuckled and Jimin took his attention off the road, seeing you smile at the phone. His hand moved instinctively lower, getting a better grip on you. You swallowed, not only to the contact but the dominant energy that came along with it.

You wrote down before moving your hand on top of Jimin’s, caressing it to show interest and to keep it from going lower.

You turned off the screen, knowing who your friend was with meant some safety for her and something less to worry about. Still, you wouldn't break the law you were working so hard to keep respected during the week.

You smiled at Jimin and inspected the car when he stopped giving glances and focused back on the road. The car was clean and it had a sweet smell to it, like peaches, and it all kind of matched his image: nice, clean, and sexy. 

He tangled his fingers in yours, trying to control himself from sliding his hand underneath your skirt. It wasn’t his style to be so careless but it was difficult for him to control himself from exploring you, from acting like a senseless fuckboy when it normally was as easy as breathing for him.

What were you doing to him? How could someone he just met drive him insane just like that?

While he parked, you felt the tingle of excitement run through your body. He pushed his hair backwards again, after taking out the keys from the ignition, and smirked at you before asking to wait for a second. Then he got out of the car and walked around to open the door for you. When you exited, he closed the door and locked the car, placing his hand at your back to lead you towards his apartment building.

“I live with a friend but he’s out of town visiting his family, so we have the flat to ourselves tonight.” he said as he opened the door to the hall of the building. “Please, go first.” he gestured with his hand towards the inside and you stepped in. It was similar to your own building and it comforted you. 

Another elevator led you to the fifth floor.

Jimin kissed you, retaking it where you'd left it from the previous one. He bit on the juncture between your jaw and neck, making you strangle a moan. He handled you to be able to slide his hips between your legs and held you slightly up on his, only to get as close to you as possible. Your hands messed the collar of his shirt when gripping in it through the kiss. 

When the elevator slowed down, Jimin bit you low with his body before letting you stand and you thought you lost the response of your legs for a second. Then he gave you a quick peck while the elevator doors opened and pulled you by the hand towards the corridor. 

He had never rushed so much to open his main door. 

Once you both walked inside, the door was closed and two beasts were unleashed. He crashed you against the door, kissing you passionately. Your breaths were staggered as you tried to get rid of each other's first layers of clothes while keeping up with the kiss. 

He had no problem finding the zipper at the back of your dress,  nor pulling the piece of clothing down because you made it easy for him. Still kissing, you stepped out of the shoes and pooling dress on the floor. You struggled a little with his buttons so he slid the shirt over his head and you moved your hands to his belt, unbuckling it quickly and unzipping his pants. He didn't give you the chance to pull them further down his asscheeks as he grabbed you by the thighs and made your back meet the next wall while resting you over his hips. 

He kissed you again, more composed, still breathless but trying to control himself from fucking you at the entrance of his house. Even with that, his hips killed you, he rubbed against you as if he was, indeed, fucking you and you felt the fabric at the middle of your plum coloured underwear starting to soak. His mouth was equally hungry for you and kept on muffling your mewls while he gave smirks to your responses.

Suddenly, the lights turned on and you realised he had been keeping you entertained while trying to find the switch. Then he walked, without putting you down and meeting a few walls on the way to give himself the chance to bite you with his body again. At that point you felt lightheaded again but didn't want him to stop, nor slow down.

Finally in his room, turning the lights on, he allowed you down and kicked his shoes off all while smirking at you. You took the chance to observe him and you would have sworn you'd seen an Olympus god. He had a few tattoos that you hadn't noticed before but looked so well on him. His body was so perfectly built and defined you couldn't wait to touch it to make sure you weren't hallucinating.  

"Impressed?" he asked while smirking, his trousers were also abandoned on the floor at that point and he pushed his hair backwards again while cutting the last distance between your bodies in a way that made you shiver. Although you are tall, he towered over you and sneaked to peck you before making you walk backwards by placing his hands at your waist, thumbs defining the line of your ribs. 

He knew exactly what he was doing but there was no way on earth you would judge it or stop it. 

So you sat on the bed and leaned in it submissively. "Move up, please." he asked, and crawled with you, never losing eye contact, until you stopped at the pillows. Then he pulled your knees up and leaned over you making your legs embrace him at the waist while attacking your throat. You moaned, frustrated with the teasing. You felt his smirk against your skin before he chuckled. "I know what you want, purring kitten." he said, leaning backwards. His naughty and flirty look was on full display while he observed your expression. "It has gone through…" he insinuated, looking down and moving slightly up to show the little spot of wetness over his boxers, at the middle of his shaft, coming from you. He chuckled again when your eyes met, his forming a thin line showing off his divertment. You swallowed and his eyes ran through your body before he reached to the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a condom. "Hm?" he teased, while showing the metallic packaging. 

Then he kneeled and freed his shaft from the clothing. It sprung out, beautifully hard and wanting. He ripped the packaging with two hands and placed it over, frowning slightly as he adjusted it, making sure it was correctly placed. Then his hands landed on both sides of your panties, pulling them down with the help of your rising hips and discarded them just as quickly. 

Leaning forward resting an arm next to your head, he kissed you, demanding, before the other took hold of your hip and his tip found your entrance without lead. He pushed part of himself in, slowly, and then pulled back out. Then in again, noticing the ease on the slide but also the tightness of your walls. He bit your lower lip as he pushed himself further in, deep, making you gasp and flicker your lashes while gripping harder on his shoulders.

"I'm sorry." he apologised. He had lost it for a second. 

"It's ok." you whispered between breaths as he moved slow and carefully to size you up while still looking at you from above. "You don't need to hold down…" you said, noticing the effort and control he was putting on every move he was making.

He chuckled before lowering his upper body to give you a melting kiss, his pace accompanied its rhythm and it wasn't exactly slow. It was as if practised, knowing exactly how to move inside of you, how to grip on your body to ease the task on himself, and how to caress in a way that made your skin burn and raise in goosebumps. All, with a little gap between pleasure and satisfaction, for you to keep craving. He was a teaser. 

He was exploring, he didn't just want to please you and please himself. He wanted to know what you liked about what he was doing, how far he could take it before making you explode without exploding himself. He bit, kissed, and caressed through every inch he could in that position while trying to keep the pace but he lost it. When the pinch he gave to one of your nipples made your moan sound a certain way, it sent a shiver through his body. 

His hand went back to your hip and conscience be damned. He thrusted hard but painless yet your eyes went wet with tears through the pleasure. His mouth was still busy on your throat, the little pain you felt in it made you realise he had given you a hickey, the chuckle and the low apology that came right after only confirmed it. At that point you were simply too lost in the pleasure to care.

He repositioned himself quickly, hitting the right spot inside of you in such a way, that when he gripped on your thigh to go deeper the orgasm caught you by surprise. The high pitched moan that escaped your throat in that moment only motivated him to keep going with it, forgetting the release he was so close to reach just seconds before. 

He pulled out and shifted you, placing you flat on your stomach over the bed and penetrating you from behind, right after. You raised your hips, creating more contact and allowing him deeper, making him groan.

"Good kitten." he encouraged, while gripping on your hips and pounding on you. 

You mistakenly tried to hold your weight on your elbows to look at him, he raised your hips and you fell forward on your forearms making your chin touch the bed. You gripped the sheets while the flesh against flesh, your moans, and his low groans, filled the room. You closed your eyes and smiled, enjoying it all.

Suddenly his arm went around your waist and he pulled you up kissing on your jaw from the side while the other hand reached to your bud. He circled on it while giving steady and deep pounds. It seemed like he could never get tired.

"Jimin-" you moaned.

"I know." he said against your skin, increasing the pace of his hips and his fingers. "Say it." he said, pounding even harder. "Say it!" 

"Jimin-aah!" you screamed as you reached the climax. He pounded you through it but you noticed a sudden change in his movements.

"Damn…" he groaned low and kept groaning while giving deep and slow thrusts in you. His twitches and tight grip on your body gave up now that he had reached his own.

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You have to press your legs together remembering how hot it all was. How that wasn't the only time you did it during the night.

The cling sound of the little bell at the door brings you back to reality and alerts you of someone entering the restaurant. When you turn around you almost fall from the stool. Your best friend enters with the exact same guy she was making out with at the club that night. Not that you didn't know she was dating, she just seems to have forgotten to mention that little detail. You stand up and go to them, trying to look as clueless as possible.

"Good to see you!" she says as you approach and you both hug. "Let me introduce you to Jung Hoseok." you both bow. "Hobi, this is Marney Ares, my best friend." 

"Pleasure to meet you." you both say in unison. When his eyes move to the side and he nods to someone behind you, you also look in that direction and see how Jimin nods to him back.

The cosmos definitely has something prepared for today. 

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There's other 10 more writen already, so stay tuned for the next one! See you in Tuesday 15th!

A/N: The OC's (your) name will be Ares Marney which is an anagram of Army Surname (as if name and surname) 😊

I want to thank @moonleeai for the beta of this work 💜

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30 MINUTES

💕Pairing: Seokjin x Reader 

📝Summary: 

Two prodigies come across street drugs and create a butterfly effect that endangers the existence of humanity. 

✏️Genre/au: Non-Canon, Sci-fi with hints of reality, Angst, Eternal love, Dark fic

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 4785

⚠️chapter warnings: drugs, drug consumption, illegal acts, explicit smut, slight bondage, major character death

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Song lyrics mentioned: 

t.A.T.u- /30 minutes/ and /You and I/

BTS- Spring day

They were never going to go back home, to walk the concrete paths that led to their doorsteps, as they used to do almost synchronised. Their smiles would not bring the light that day. 

The time stopped with the sun shining bright over the pure blue sky and brought the scent of the autumn rain and the dry leaves getting soaked.  

‘I miss you honestly, but I’ll erase you 

‘Cause it hurts less than to blame you.’

Your eyes were heavy as they woke that afternoon motivated by the sun lowering from the sky and sending its rays through the open curtains. His eyes followed the wave the curtains made with the wind sneaking through the cracked open window. His skin raised in goosebumps as the huff reached it. 

That Friday night of the second week of spring break had brought with it the craziest party you had ever been into. 

Your years at university were promising until that very moment. Proofs of your crime were still dusting up the crystal coffee table next to the sofa where you had finally fallen asleep with the sunrise. Or did you pass out at the same time after choking each other during sex? It was difficult to tell. If you could only remember everything… 

Seeing it, thinking about who could still enter and see the deplorable image you had made of yourselves, he stood up from the stickiness in between your bodies and, pulling up his trousers after covering your displayed bottom, he went to the kitchen for some spray and a cloth to clean it up. 

As he walked with his naked feet over the reddish carpet of the main area, his head banged in a way it never had before. He almost stumbled on his steps squishing his lids together so he could sort the way his eyes wouldn't focus properly but still made it through the brown wood frame that led to the kitchen and opened the white enamelled cabinet under the sink. 

You kept on fluttering yours still lying over the ugly and old red sofa, trying to ease the blurry vision provoked by your volcanic brain about to explode. However, you found yourself trying to stand with sticky things and the memory of his weight engraved on your flesh and bones, with the intention to lend a hand on whatever task your partner had put his head into. 

Out of sight, out of mind

The last seven days of your break were exorbitantly stressful when all you were expected to do was enjoy your time giving free will to your hobbies or do nothing at all. 

That first night of mistakes was forgotten, or so you thought, yet at the back of your minds you wondered where all that shit came from. How one simple night, not even that, a simple lapse of thirty minutes gave one strike after another, making you doubt your own sanity or who you were as human beings. 

It couldn't be only the drugs and the alcohol, not when that shadow kept on creeping over every time a new memory of that night fell into place. 

Neither of you spoke about it, although you could see it in the other’s eyes, both afraid of losing what you had, both too scared of the truth. 

Then the last week of spring break ended and you were back to the frenzy of university life, pouring your hearts and souls into that bright future that seemed to be threatened by something silent that wasn’t related to the drugs you swore to never take again. 

Out of time to decide

The moment it hit the news nobody paid real attention to it. It looked just like rabies or an alteration of it. Something the CDC could have under control, just like any other disease. But when they finally found the courage and a strategy to go back your steps from that Friday night, when you saw the images of the CCTV at the lab from that spring day after hearing the radio on your way there; you knew it was over. 

You didn’t voice out that feeling but it was like the world had stopped spinning and suddenly everything made sense. The guilt, the fear, the pain went back to you in a single strike. The strange unsettling feeling finally taking form into something you could never escape from.  

Do we run? 

Should we hide? 

For the rest of our lives… 

You deleted all the footage you could find of that day, not before taking notes of every action you had followed before the body of your lab partner had stood and tried to attack you. Before you ran. Before you forgot something went utterly wrong.

What had fallen from the lab table? Where was the cut that infected him when he slid over the samples and broke his neck against the edge of the table? What did he try to do before you ran, still high, thinking you were hallucinating? 

You wondered how, when the effects of the drugs had fully kicked in, you had forgotten about the traumatic event and had a session of absurdly, mental sex while your lab partner finally broke out from the basement lab and roamed freely through the campus in the darkness of the night. 

As you walked out of the building with your things, having added another crime to your list and conscience you jumped in the car while tears edged at your waterlines, as your breaths failed, unable to process fully what you had done or its unimaginable consequences. 

'They have it under control.'

'There's nothing to worry about.' 

Your minds kept on repeating the mantra. But something in you knew the truth: dead people don’t stand and walk; dead people don’t try to attack you; dead are supposed to stay dead and do nothing.

Can we fly? Do we stay?

Sitting in your car in front of his apartment, you stayed in silence as your thoughts revolted. The road had cleared your minds but there was a doubt about whether the vision of a weirdly walking person in a parking lot had something to do with it. In a silent pact, with your eyes meeting as he drove, you both agreed it looked like what Edmund did in the recordings and just drove through leaving the walking dead in the rear mirror.  

"We should go see our parents," you both voiced out at the same time. Like you had done so many times before. "We can be a couple of days away," he added squinting his nose and flickering his lashes a few times. 

You didn't need to voice out what you really thought. The fear. Because admitting that you were scared made the possibility of things going wrong more real and the fragile mental state in which you were, made it unaffordable.

We could lose, we could fail

In the moment it takes

To make plans or mistakes

The party had started at the Maknae’s fraternity, a large two-floor building with a main entrance and two wings that withheld around twenty male students between which there were Namjoon, Jimin and Jungkook. 

As you accessed the building walking up the raisers and entering the open door, you saw all the people scattered around the place. Conversations were held even at the steps of the stairs that led to the first floor because the place was a pact. Apparently, someone had been too public with the event and people you would have sworn you had never seen once on the campus had also come over for the free buzz and the fun. 

You took some time greeting people you did know while you tried to not lose visual contact with each other because with strangers in the place you didn’t feel as safe. As you spoke and messaged, the red cups started piling around so quickly you wouldn't have guessed how much time it had passed since you arrived. 

30 minutes, the blink of an eye

Neither of you expected to find your friends closed in the basement with a stash of drugs big enough to take you all to prison for some years, confiscated from the people coming into the party at the abide hands of Jimin and Taehyung who were able to retrieve things without being discovered. If both weren’t passionate law students you would have sworn they were practicing to become the next white hand thieves to pass through history as never caught.

The consumption of drugs was not only illegal but the host, Namjoon, had made it very clear in his invitations that those elements would be taken out of the equation one way or another. The magic number of minutes acted again as the group discussed whether to make the party be over or just call out for people’s attention. Then something broke upstairs and there was a cheering from the crowd, so they all ran up without too much thought. 

Apart from you, everyone left the basement. You stayed behind with Seokjin to take samples of the drugs after your lab partner, Edmund Jenner, had suggested seeing firsthand how those chemicals reacted with infected cells for your project. Which was the main reason you came to the party, knowing you could get your hands into something of use. You just didn’t expect the quantity that there was, becoming slightly anxious as to get caught near any of it or carrying it. 

“I’m taking some extras, just in case,” you whispered in your drunk voice, as you took more samples right before his eyes. The anxiety and the risk were the same, regardless of how much you took.

30 minutes to alter our lives

Seokjin suggested it was time to leave the party after he noticed your friends were kicking people out, giving the excuse of being too tired and a promise of helping next time, under Yoongi’s attentive stare. He seemed to disapprove of you until it was his turn to say goodbye.

"Don't do anything stupid," he whispered in your ear, patting the right pocket of your hoodie before passing to hug his brother. 

Thirty minutes was exactly the time you sat in your car with your pockets full of different kinds of drugs in front of the University Science building before deciding to call your partner.

Thirty more minutes to prepare the samples inside the lab with the feathered touch of an angel to avoid spilling diseases that could endanger the public health if they reproduced and transmitted. Then let your partner started the work as you went for coffee at the machine in the resting room.

Thirty last minutes, because before making that phone call you had decided to take one pill each of what your drunk selves thought it was the type of drug that would keep you up to speed with the work. 

When it finally kicked in, as you were taking a five-minute sit at the incredibly comfortable sofa next to the lunch table at the centre of the room, the mistake was soon obvious.

30 minutes to make up our minds

As you worked, reality started fading into something different: you were there but you weren’t and some things weren’tthere, that couldn’t be there. Shadows on the corners that took the form of monsters at the corner of the eye but that disappeared when you tried to look at them.

When you started panicking in a corner of the lab, hearing sirens that Edmund and Seokjin didn’t, he started walking systematically in three different directions while murmuring things to himself; it was obvious to Edmund that you had taken a serious dosage of acid and you were not in the shape to be there with him. 

When he suggested to call an ambulance you panicked even more and asked him, begged him, not to ruin your lives. But it was while trying to stop you from taking a dusty unidentified unit of drug that you tried to run with it and he tripped over a set of samples that had been worked on that afternoon. The samples were experimental types: weaponised diseases designed to fight weaponised diseases on the test. 

The glasses broke and you stopped abruptly with wide eyes to try and help him pick up the mess, only for him to try to move you away as you weren’t wearing the right protection to manage them. In the confusion he tripped over, breaking his neck against the table behind him. 

You didn’t understand what was going on at first, you tried to shake him, do CPR but nothing worked. Then, when you finally understood a little bit that your friend was dead, you panicked, unable to make a proper decision or stay focused. 

As you spoke nonsense from the exact same spot where you had tried to help Edmund, you felt movement underneath you but didn’t pay attention, thinking it was the hallucination. The sound of standing gave Edmund up more than it did the little growls he had made before moving and the only reason you turned around was Seokjin’s sudden silence as the colour drained from colour. Being your first reaction; to try to interact with him, you didn’t move away and as soon as you tried to speak he was over you with his hands and his jaws closing near your face as you held him there.  Pushing him, making him fall, only to find out that he would stand again and try to attack without chance to argue him into stopping.  

Made the both of you, although the irrationality of the drugs, run out of there. You ran and ran until your lungs couldn’t take it anymore and had to stop, lying down in the middle of an empty road. Only a few minutes later, as you watched the stars and got mesmerised by how they moved and how the end of the sky was so far, all of what happened moments ago now seemed just to be part of the drugs. 

“We’ve never called him, right?” he wondered, and your minds seemed to synchronise on that thought because you thought the same, so it had to be true. Both laughed at all the stupid things you had seen: nothing made sense. It was then that you found the little bag in your pocket.

“Probably not…” you giggled again. “Do we try this one too? Up to die?” 

“We won’t… Just a university experience… We… We are not even alive, are we?” he suggested before giggling his lungs out and standing, pulling you with him. “I have to show you my new apartment…”

“I think I’ve been there…” you said but doubted herself.

“Are you sure?” he wondered, hugging you.

“No…” you whispered before laughing, “Let’s go…”

30 minutes to finally decide

His nose was painful and he sneezed on top of the dust over the coffee table, which he soon forgot about when he heard the struggling moans behind him. 

You were on your belly over the sofa and had your arms paired up with the respective leg, restrained with your belts. Your panties were in your mouth and you were really having a hard time with the whole thing. Your legs and your bare ass were red. The mix of drugs had completely inhibited you, opening the door to do things you normally wouldn’t even think of trying. 

“Even like this you look beautiful,” he said as he moved, standing on his knees over the carpet to release you. 

“Please, daddy… Please…” you begged when he took off the piece of underwear from your mouth. The wetness dripping from your core to the outside, refreshing with the air of the room was the obvious signal that you wanted him inside of you but he only rubbed the hard-on over his pants.

“Please what, Mommy?” he wondered with a smirk before pressing his lips together in a thin suppressing line. His features are quite innocent as he spoke with messy hair and your favourite lipstick smeared over his full lips. 

“Ew-” you said before cracking a laugh and making him release his contained one too. His eyes squinting with the laughter, showing his mostly modest smile widely. 

“-Oh, c’mon,” he said in between hints of air going back to his lungs. 

“You were supposed to say baby or baby girl. Ew.” you laughed again and he cracked up at how convinced you said those words but stopped suddenly with a sudden smack in your buttock and a smile drop.

“And you were supposed to stay quiet…” he said lowering an octave before throwing himself over you and positioning himself in between your legs as you were still on your belly, unable to switch. Then he pushed his lower body against your core with a growl.

“Hm-” a low and strangled moan escaped your throat as you pressed your face against one of the cushions. He then bit over your throat full-mouthed without applying force, for your to feel his perfect white teeth over your delicate skin, eliciting another moan. 

He then slid his left hand in between your bodies and aimed to take off his trousers, only to the end of his buttocks, before penetrating you in one go, making you whine.

30 minutes to whisper your name

Having to stop the car in the big jam on the principal road, you were able to see the fires starting inside the city. Clouds of smoke rise to the sky, turning the day darker and making you panic. 

“This is all our fault…” you whispered, putting your hands over your face the pained feeling of guilt stirring up your gut and making you want to vomit.

“C’mon we have to go-” he said, pulling you up on your feet and guiding you out of the vehicle, entwining his fingers with yours.

30 minutes to shoulder the blame

“It couldn’t be us.”

A drag in of the intoxicating smoke filled his lungs.

“This wasn’t us.”

A second second one did yours.

“That wasn’t in the lab.”

“This is going to be contained.” 

“This is going to be sorted.”

The lines kept going with the relaxing essence of the burning drug.

“Everything is going to be okay…”

30 minutes of bliss, 30 lies

“The trains are still working, then?” you wondered on the phone.

“Yes, they are taking people out of the city since there’s this rowdiness,” Hobi replied on the other side of the line. “Do you want me to wait for you?” he wondered. 

“No, don’t wait for us. Just take all of them with you, please. Make sure no one makes the stupid decision to stay in the city.” replied your partner alarmed, through the speaker.

“But-”

“Please. I’m begging you to do all you can to take them out of here.” he continued. You had seen it, you knew now how bad the city was getting and how bad it would get. Crowds formed in the main streets and when police tried to dissipate them, as the crowd moved you could see bodies lying on the floor. Soon after, there would be shots at a weirdly behaving person who would stand soon followed by those other bodies, diverting their attention to the agents. Whose bullets didn’t seem to be successful in stopping them as they kept on advancing before a headshot would finally make them unable to carry on with that obsession to bite? 

As Seokjin kept guiding your way, you saw this one girl fall from a set of stairs as she ran up her building. She seemed okay as she did but then slipped and her nose hit upwards against one of the steps, reminding you of Edmund and as you kept walking unable to strip your eyes out of the awful scene. In a matter of two minutes, as you kept advancing through the long street, she suddenly moved from her inert position and stood slowly to walk towards the moving crowd, attracted by the noise.  

“Ok but if I have to take you with me, you have to come too… You sound-” 

“There’s no time for us to get to the train station right now, we’ll take the next one. Please, just go.” Seokjin was near to tears and his brother knew it. This time Hobi didn’t object and once he hanged he rushed to get all of them on the train. Making it just before the doors closed.

‘Like the tiny dust, tiny dust floating in the

air

I could have reached you faster.’

You just kept on running through streets and moving crowds, until you found yourselves face to face with the dead. Their pale faces turned your way once your strong steps and your agitated breaths gave you away. They were hoarding, taking new hostages on their hunt for fresh meat. 

Stunned, you turned around quickly and ran until your lungs said enough. With your fingers still entwined nothing could tear you apart, not even the dead. If you were to go, you would do it together.

30 minutes to finally decide

You breathed fear, and you sweated it too, making it through every corner and every hallway to your destiny. You could only do your best to avoid the walking dead, carefully looking for any signs of those things but the feeling was there, pumped in the adrenaline running through your veins. 

You and I Hold me tight

You and I Gotta fight

You and I Side by side

You and I Say good-bye

It all felt similar to when you used to meet. How once you fled a couple of elders who were cursing you after they had caught you sneaking into their backyard. You laughed as you tried to catch up with the required oxygen for your brains to work properly. 

Partners in crime, your initials carved with a knife in the old oak tree, as a timeless reminder of your love. But those were easy times.

You and I Feels so right

You and I Holding tight

You and I Side by side

You and I For the rest of our lives.

Too young to care, you would lie on a rooftop at night and watch the eternal beauty of the stars shining in the sky. But compared to the ones shining in your eyes, they weren’t so beautiful nor so impressive. 

Neighbours since you were babies. Then best friends. Now lovers.

Every night. We're all alone. Every night.

My only hope Is the light That's shining

from inside you.

Back in school days, when one or the other’s grades weren’t hitting the scores you had set for yourselves, tears were cried in the other’s arms. You wanted to go to the same high school, to the same university. Always, always together. And you are.

'Cause you believe, in what we are

You believe, in what we'll be

Give me strength 

So I can stand beside you

As you kept on running through the crowds and past them, someone suddenly looked at you and raised his eyebrows with recognition, although you would have sworn you didn’t know that person who shouted your names with anger, alerting the people close to him to turn around. You paralysed for a second before you noticed the sharp objects in their hands and then pulled Seokjin with you as you finally understood you were going to be mobbed and most likely murdered for a reason you failed to comprehend.

You were fast again through the bodies in the crowd until you managed to out-manoeuvre your persecutors and hide behind a container in an alleyway. When it was finally safe to return to the main streets you saw it, displayed for all to see on the big screens of the buildings: the lab video, your faces with your names underneath portrayed right next to it. your steps went backwards stumbling with people but carefully making sure to cover your faces. Thankfully, they were too busy listening to the words thrown over your stories. Turning and twisting through the city, you kept running with the fear drowning the tears your eyes couldn’t drop. 

You didn’t know there had been an ongoing investigation when Edmund Jenner’s body was found; the police department had managed to figure out by the time of death that he was probably one of the first infected. 

You didn’t know that just an hour prior the police had finally obtained enough information to lead them straight to the laboratory, acknowledging the biological accident. Of which the investigating department of the university, had to take measures but hide instead. Yet the authorities had recovered the obvious missing day from the tapes with the help of a technician and you were outed by your own lack of knowledge on that department. 

The university knew all the time there had been an accident but since Edmund had walked out alone, they simply brushed it off and let you go on with your day as if no one knew what had happened between those four walls. Your excellent careers had saved your asses but were about to become the hurricane at the wings of the butterfly. 

No truths to confirm

No lies to deny

Too hopeless to care

We're to scared to cry

He stopped first, not too far away from the train station, right next to an empty soccer field, and you walked to get next to him. He motioned for you to lie in the grass and looked at the sky, which turned blue and grey with the smoke. 

How you wished for the rain that day. Something to clean the streets, clear out the smell of the dead under the heat of that starting summer. Something to wash out the guilt from your consciences and the effects on your bodies, since you felt like you had been beaten up both ways.

Carousels in the sky

That we shape with our ways

“If there could have been worse consequences to us taking drugs…” you whispered, eyes dry but the knot of the contained sobs making you feel like you were being choked.

“We had to pay the worse price to pay for a major crime… What we were dealing with, was a human project. Something we should have taken more seriously…” he murmured, the guilt in his voice sending a needle straight from your brain to your heart.

“I’m so sorry…” you whispered with a strangled voice. He shook his head before hugging you, a single tear escaping his left side. Probably the only thing he had ever hidden from you.

Under shade silhouettes 

Casting shame 

“We’ll die. Wherever we go.” you voiced with a low sob, your throat finally giving up despite the efforts you had been making, loosening the moment you realised that was the truth and reality.

“We will,” he confirmed, sobbing too and pressing you closer against his body. The only thing that scared him about it was that, him as a science person though there was nothing after death and that meant losing you.

Your phones buzzed at some point while you looked at the clouds, silently. The regret, covering your eyes in a blurry vision of the reality finally dripping down your dusty cheeks. 

Crying rain

Can we fly? Do I stay? 

“Yes…” he replied, trying to sound like he hadn’t been crying his heart out just a minute ago.

“Tell me what I saw in the news isn’t true,” begged Namjoon, pained. 

“We didn’t mean to… I’m so sorry…” Seokjin replied, breaking into sobs again.

“You have to get out of there right now!” Jimin shouted, alarmed.

“They are going to torture you if they find you!” added Taehyung with concern poured on every letter he pronounced.

“People are losing their minds! Get out of there immediately!” Namjoon insisted.

“Ok. We’ll go to the train station now,” you replied, pulling Seokjin up, drying your tears in order to see what was in front of you.

“Good luck. See you soon.” Yoongi added before hanging.

You took one last speedy advance until you found the empty station. Right after entering the empty train, it blocked its doors as if the travel had finished. But when you tried to knock on the cabin, you saw the driver walk out of it and take the stairs, without looking back.

Then, unexpectedly, the train started its path out and an unsettling sensation covered you whilst you sat down in the nearer seat and hugged each other.

We could lose, we could fail

Either way, options change

chances fade, 

Trains derail.

They were never going to go back home. 

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RUTHLESS: OWNED

💕Pairing: Hoseok x Reader 

📝Summary: Second part of Ruthless 

✏️Genre/au: Non-Canon, Romance, Action, Smut, Bikerlife

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 2833

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut, dominant attitude , semi-public sex (while people are sleeping in the same room)

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“Stabilize!” he told you before standing on the back seat as you rode through the straight road, passing in between Taehyung and Jungkook’s bikes to show off. Even with the handkerchief covering their mouths, you could still tell by their eyes that they were laughing and the whole thing felt like going back in time, when your games didn’t involve deadly vehicles of two wheels but Hobi would make Jungkook show his bunny smile.

As Hoseok sat down sometime before the curve and you reduced your speed to retake the customary formation, you thought about how lucky you were that Hobi understood your need to be on top of your precious bike and how his masculinity didn’t feel threatened by the fact you were the one to ride and him the one to sit at the back. You could remember as if it was yesterday how that had played a part in the two of you being together; how Taehyung and Jungkook denied their back seats to Hobi by saying that was a place only for chicks, forcing him to ride with you. You still wonder what would have happened if they hadn’t just decided to intervene and play cupid for the both of you. What other scenario could have led you to where you were? Simply impossible to know but you just knew the road would have been rode to the same destiny. 

Stopping at the motel you dropped your side bags in the shared bedroom, going cheap with one for the four of you, to make the money last as much as possible before reaching Sonyeondan’s Motorcycle Club’s quarters. However, it wasn’t something that bothered you that much, since your level of comfort around the boys at that point was past last hot summer, where the four of you had ended up lying down on the floor of Jungkook’s living room with the fans on and only very tight and sweaty underwear covering your bodies. That week was infernal; a heat wave at the same time the air-conditioner broke, was some sort of punishment for all your sins, you were sure. You even ended up grumbling to the ceiling to any overlord or divinity listening that you would marry Hobi, that you wouldn’t keep on falling into his arms in sin. The way his cheeks turned pinkish as he smiled and the endearment in his eyes, told you that would make him more happy than any god. 

Besides, Jungkook had grown with you and at that point, it was more than clear that any love he could feel was purely platonic and Taehyung simply had his own rule about not fucking or falling for anyone with a bike. Which made you wonder how he might be feeling about seeing Jimin again and although tempted to ask, you knew better than to push a biker's buttons when it came to the heart. However, you were thrilled about seeing Namjoon and his Forty-eight again, since the last time you visited he’d been out of town for family issues and you hadn’t been able to speak to him directly. Also, slightly nervous about him finally meeting Hobi, especially at such an event, where buzz could make a man’s tongue a bit loose.

The Motorcycle Week was something you hadn’t missed ever since you first got on top of a bike and something you were expectant for, once you got your licence. But now more than ever, all you wanted was for your boyfriend to finally see what it was all about. Because, even though you’d been friends since childhood, Hobi was always out on summer vacation with his family in July and although your families sometimes shared a week or two in that month due to your mum’s being best friends; he’d never come with you when you left for the event. 

You had always gone with your uncle to see the races and different spectacles that happened during the day. When the sun would fall, you’d stay with Namjoon and his mom, at their house. Half the week into the event, your uncle would go all the way north to pick up Jungkook, whose parents were reluctant to leave their son there for a whole week but ended up agreeing with your mom to let him stay there from Thursday morning to Sunday afternoon. On Sunday at 3 p.m. like a clock, Namjoon’s dad would ride with Jungkook at his back and you’d do the same with your uncle right behind them. 

Then as you grew older, with what you thought was a one-sided crush and Hobi never asking to go, you simply kept on following your own tradition. With the first licence, you had your own bike paid in a two-year plan after you got your job and Jungkook took just about the same time when he got his, since he wouldn’t even buy a pillow for his bed. Those Iron’s 883 had been your rides ever since, although at this point they looked nothing like they did at the beginning.   

Two years ago, however, the tradition changed. Namjoon went from prospect to vice president at his father's founded club, Sonyeondan, and you were then his guests at the club. Jungkook, who’d always admired Namjoon and had him as the inspiration to enter the motorcycle life, started then being around the club as a possible prospect and you knew the next day once you arrived, Namjoon would put the leader jacket at his back.

The club was involved with the community and all actions made towards it were for the benefit of the common good, which meant no one involved with the club could have a criminal record or be related to immoral or illegal activities. They were the opposite of the one-percenters, although all of you, all bikers, would be known to follow the same honour code; family first, no-nonsense (respect without taking bullshit), honour the bike, never give up, no rider left behind, stay true to yourself, stick to your guns (which doing a parenthesis to, had nothing to do with such but to principals and words), all gear all time (properly dressed for the road) and ride with pride. Those were things to which Jungkook stuck without exceptions, as any biker should, and adding to his own abilities, you were sure he would be a fully patched member in no time. 

“Four portions of Dwaeji galbi and jokbal, please,” asked Taehyung for everyone at the table as you messaged your location to Namjoon with a winky face and just right after took a selfie of the four of you showing the victory finger pose, only Taehyung making it look way cooler. 

“So, are you ready for this next step in your life?” you asked Jungkook picking some kimchi to eat with the galbi while Taehyung tried to make Hobi understand why he didn’t stick to his first bike he bought like you and Jungkook had; why he had chosen or been chosen by his Road King.

“It’s not like I know what’s going to happen,” he replied, moving the food on his plate unsettled.

“Oh, c’mon! Stop that nonsense. You know they want you there. You are a one in a million, dude.” you encouraged him, making him raise his eyes to you, with a single chuckle from being flattered. “No, really. Other clubs have wanted you to join them. Asked you to do so. That’s fucking rare!”

“What are you guys talking about?” wondered Hobi, curious about your last statement. 

“Jungkook was asked by two non-related clubs to join them in the last event and that has no precedent, even for old dudes like my uncle. He wasn’t surprised when I told him though,” you explained. Jungkook tsked and shook his head, brushing it off.

“If you had a dick, you’d probably be in the same situation,” said Taehyung, looking at you as if he was trying to pierce your soul but you snarled in response. “For real. Jimin said he’d die to have you both in his lines and how much it sucked that he wasn’t  a higher rank to manifest for a mixed club.” You didn’t know what surprised you more, Jimin’s words or Taehyung mentioning him. You wondered if they could have reconciled despite the circumstances or if Taehyung was simply over it. 

“Wow, that sounds so cool,” said Hobi with bulging eyes. “What about Namjoon, he seems like a cool guy. Would he ask you in?” he then wondered, to only get Jungkook and Taehyung to look away and stay silent.

“That couldn’t happen bebe.” you said, kissing his cheek and attacking your meat again while his lips drew an ‘o’.

The rest of the dinner was pleasant and in no time you were all back to the room. Taehyung using Jungkook as a teddy bear, hugging him with his body while he was still awake. Looking at you, as you were next to each other on opposite beds he smiled. 

“I’m actually nervous,” Jungkook pronounced when he was sure Hobi was also asleep.

“Don’t be, Namjoon is there. He’ll guide you,” you whispered back with a smile and then it seemed like Jungkook was going to say something but stayed quiet before saying goodnight and shifting to his back. 

Staying awake once he started to snore, you knew you weren’t going to be able to sleep, so you turned in Hobi’s arms to try and find comfort against the warmth of his body. Rubbing your bump against his crotch by mistake, you found yourself getting trapped in his arms as he drifted awake with a grunt against your nape. You felt him getting hard as his breath changed and you made more effort to turn around. 

“Stop, you little brat,” he whispered in your ear. “You are going to keep quiet for daddy, aren’t you?” he then added with a smile and you nodded. His hands wasted no time invading your body over the loose-fitting black tee and his stolen grey sweatpants, finding their way inside. One hand stimulated your nipples drifting from side to side to his wish while his middle finger and index pressed your exterior lips over your clit, stimulating indirectly. Your breath faltered but you obeyed and stayed quiet. Slave to his ministrations, already craving the hard member pressing against your rear. His lips pressed against your jawline, breathing along with your desire. 

His fingers kept on playing mercilessly without ever touching your sensitive parts directly or doing single drags that did nothing to placate your lust but to increase it. You finally gave in to rub your butt-cheeks against his throbbing shaft, provoking him to grunt, caught off guard. The hand occupied with your nipples sneaked up through the neck of the t-shirt to your jaw, turning your face around. His tongue darted out of his mouth pressing between your soft lips, making its way in as you submitted, exploring your cavity as he pulled down your pants and did the same with his, only to rub his velvety and warm length against your wet fold. Making sure your knees stayed at the front, so he didn’t get caged between your thighs, he kept on rubbing closely until you bucked your hips to try to get the tip inside at the same time he moved forward. Earning you for him to move his hips away, making yours search for him desperately. 

“Behave…” he warned in a low tone, grabbing your lower lip in between his front teeth. “Or I’ll just shift to sleep.” Your breath faltered to the the way he owned you and stayed still until he hummed. His girth landed right in front of your core again and you gripped on his wrist when he lowered his hand to your pelvic bone, letting your lower lip go but sucking on it making you shiver. 

“Please…” you begged, desperately, him pressing against his body with your back while your eyes stayed at the front although you weren’t looking and he suddenly pressed his cheek against yours, softly before abandoning his mission and taking his hand down his side. 

His tip pressed past your folds, to get gripped by your walls closing to the sudden but expected intrusion. But he knew you already. Pulling out slightly he went in and out piece by piece until he reached your end, deep in your core, filling you to the brim and letting out a low grunt as he did so.

“What does it feel like?” you suddenly asked, completely high and drowsy in the sensation of completeness, since he seemed to be on the same level. You could feel him breathing on your neck and hugging you lovingly although the lust, as if being inside of you was making him happy, like it did you. You also thought, although unlikely for his stamina, he could simply be holding himself while trying not to cum since he had been doing such sneaky foreplay and your friends were still sleeping less than four feet away. 

“What does what feel like?” he muttered against your skin, kissing it before slowly shifting a little bit to get to a more comfortable position, with his arm still trapped under your body. 

“To be inside?” you whispered, suddenly feeling stupid for asking when he chuckled.  

“It’s like…” he let out air. “You mould so well to me… I can feel the softness… the wetness… the warmth.” he suddenly got a bit shy and giggled at your nape, as you blushed. “It feels incredible. Like… I wouldn’t move right now, that’s how good… not even needing to cum. Just to be inside of you is… incredible. Addictive. Does that answer your question?” he finally concluded, kissing your shoulder.

“Ye-yeah-” you replied, tilting your head and reaching to slide your fingers on his temples. 

“I would like to ask the same but I think we both agree on the incredible part,” he said chuckling against your chin before kissing it. 

“Oh you cocky bastard..” you whispered with a giggle.

“Tell me it isn’t true. That I don’t make you shiver by just being inside of you, that your walls aren’t tight around me to feel me better, that I don’t make you roll your eyes even before you reach an orgasm…Go ahead.” he dared you, lowering his tone an octave, which was absolutely not something he’d do and you tried to turn all your upper body to stare at him directly. 

Predatory eyes on you and panting, he seemed to really be waiting for that answer with the completely serious face but shaft still hard inside of you. “Even more than that… I can feel every detail and it’s like being completed. As if that part of your body was meant to stay in mine…” you confessed and he suddenly pulled out, putting you on your back completely and entering you slowly but consistently until reaching bottom again. This time you were able to notice how impossibly hard he was and the sweat forming on his temples, as he moved slowly while kissing and hugging you. How it implied on to how much he wanted to rail you and set himself loose until he spilt. “We have all night to make love. Kill that wish first,” you said yanking slightly at the hairline to get him to part from the kiss and whisper it on his lips.

“I can’t do that,” he said pointing out to your two friends. 

“I can face the pillows,” you said looking him straight in the eye. He lost his breath while his eyes focused on you and then he leaned to give you a kiss that left you breathless in seconds as he moved inside of you before he pulled out and turned you around.

“...Did you guys have sex last night?” wondered Taehyung, as soon as he drifted from sleep while you and Hobi snuggled in bed to the view of the sunrise. Jungkook laughed at his side. You could only chuckle while Hobi smiled, both of you giving your back to the other bed. “I know you guys are awake…”

“The soap and water smell coming from the bathroom has done a lot but I could catch on that smell anywhere I go.” pointed out Jungkook not even opening his eyes, still with Taehyung holding him for dear life.

“I think I heard them at some point… ‘What does it feel like?’” he said, copying your voice to an attentive listening Jungkook. 

“TAEHYUNG!” you and Hobi shouted as you sat down at the same time, looking at the other two men. Both smiled naughtily with Jungkook looking side-eyed before all of you cracked up laughing. Filling up the room with the sound until the couple in the next room banged the wall and you all shut up at the same time laughing in silence because of it.

“I hope Hoba didn’t leave cum-stains in the shee-” tried to say Jungkook and you threw a pillow at him. 

“Jungkook!” you scolded him before cracking a smile and letting your back fall again to the bed. This would definitely be shamelessly brought up again. You just hoped Namjoon didn’t get to hear it.

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ROUGAROU - Chapter 1: THE HUNT

💕Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

✏️Genre/au: Non-Canon, Action, Smut, Sci-fi, Werewolves AU, Complicated relationships

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 4068

⚠️chapter warnings: Smut, explicit smut, shape-shifting, sex in the forest

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Jungkook whiffed the air as you moved through the room, the wind moving through it transporting the particles of your scent straight up to his brain through his nostrils. His smell was distinguishable to you too, but instead of giving in to the first urge to approach, you kept your way towards the balcony, by the hand of your best friend Yuuki.

Taehyung however did follow his instinct and pulled his friend away while Jungkook's eyes stayed fixed on you, unable, in any way, to control himself. He growled slightly when his elder took him away by the arm. It wasn't until they were in the next room and Namjoon closed the door, that Jungkook's eyes changed and his canines peaked out from behind his lips. Fur starting to prickle on his back like scruff.

"Jungkook, you must calm down," suggested the tall man, putting his dominance on display. Jungkook growled again.

"Have you smelled her!?" A sort of whiny sound followed his question. “It’s her, hyung!” Seokjin, who had been in the room before they busted in, looked at his youngest and, putting the book he was reading aside, served himself some wine.

"We have. We can all recognise the smell," he spoke after a sip. "And how you left our party to go chase her," he emphasised, "You can’t act like this. You can't start the coming of age ceremony losing your composure like this. We are civilised people, Jungkook," he concluded, taking another sip.

“Yeah. You don’t want to give the humans more excuses to believe that the Alpha-Omega-Beta thing is real,” pointed out Taehyung, crossing his arms. “There’s plenty of them here, today.” He emphasised with a stern face.

The twenty-year-old, however, was having a hard time not shape-shifting and coming after you, like a crazy teenager with its first urges to mate. It drove him even more mad, the lack of self-control the coming red moon was influencing him and how a one-time play-hunt had him howling in the mountains like a wounded soul.

To help ease the heat crawling under his skin, he disappeared into the private bathroom attached to the library to splash some water on his face and neck. Feeling a little better, he made his way back out, intent on at least being near you to find out if he could court you or at least get a dose of you, to get some peace.

In your case, your mother had warned you about what were the event's secret intentions. ‘A matchmaker,’ you thought, with slight disgust. ‘An excuse to bring together the packs. The reason why they delayed some of our ceremonies and made us hold them with the humans…’ You felt hot and had that itchiness under your skin, known to be the moon enhancing your fury, even if she wasn’t visible in the clear blue sky.

Yuuki passed you a plate at the same moment Jungkook walked back into the room and you almost dropped it. The image of him pulling his hair back with its undercut, the way his muscles pressed against the not-so-needed wool jumper, pinning your attention to him. His scent, sent to you with the motion, was mixed with the undried water on his neck and came to you stronger, suddenly striking the need to run away. You almost did, only stopped by the arm of your father on your back, who had approached without you noticing.

"Don't give in to the urge if he’s not chasing you," he warned. “In an event like this, it has one, and one, meaning only. If you don’t want undesired fights and chasers, keep it together. At least until he’s close enough,” he muttered and then chuckled before leaning away from you, admiring the lake in front of the house.

He was right, as always, and the idea of unknown suitors trying to chase you down and fighting to earn the right to put you on your back was one that didn’t sound appealing to you. It was a natural thing in your species and some of the females even found it amusing. In your case, it felt asphyxiating. You didn’t want to mate yet. You wanted to know yourself a little bit more before making such a lasting decision. Having sex was something you enjoyed but in way less serious circumstances and with no intention to make it something permanent.

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Jungkook who had been, not so discreetly, watching the exchange, only saw a male in his forties whispering near your ear. Still keeping the respect for privacy or maybe not truly wanting to know what was being said, he had kept his hearing on the general collection of sounds and voices. The male was someone he recognised however, one he had seen before but couldn’t concentrate on placing because his eyes were too focused on the way he had familiarly touched your shoulder and kept a close distance. Whoever the man was, it had awakened the most primal response in him and he felt his blood boil immediately. He let out a low growl that was easily heard by your father, who directed his gaze to the youngster once more, keeping still and unexpressive.

"That's her father, Jungkook," warned Jimin, taking a sip of his beer and walking away with two pats at the no-longer-pup who hadn’t even noticed his approach.

Jungkook steadied and bowed apologetically, to which your father smirked. "Oh, does he know his place…?" insinuated your father. "I know that pup from previous visits with your mother. He is strong, I am sure he could battle his way to the leadership. I can easily see that he could dominate the actual leader…but don't tell him I said that" he whispered, almost imperceptibly.

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The ceremony is always meant to climax with a hunt. First, the coming-of-age pups, and in this case those who hadn’t properly celebrated it, hunt down a deer through the large extension of the pack's private forest. Then, the pack of wolves that roam the land join the hunt alongside the pups. As you eat your share, you're mindful to always share your space with them. Your species has walked amongst wolves since the beginning, so making them part of the ceremony is just a natural thing to do.

They are, after all, part of the family.

With this practice are shown the strengths, weaknesses, and how easily an individual can make an alliance with others. It basically has the function to monitor the character of the new adults adding to the pack and assigning responsibilities. This way, the functions they’ll be developing are determined.

So as the hunt began, it was easily displayed which were the fastest but also exposed the thoughtless. One of the pups only cared about running and finding the scent of the prey, without any cooperation with the team. It showed who were the patient ones, the strategists, and the ones with a stronger sense of a pack. Those last ones, to which Jungkook belonged, observed the moves of those surrounding them to adapt and have the back of their pairs as they advanced.

At the same time, Jungkook wouldn’t lose distance with you and ended up following your cut when the wolves joined the pace, and you separated in flanks. His presence wasn’t helping your concentration and you brushed your fur with an individual of the bit tinier species, who rapidly reciprocated the touch in a companionship gesture. Then you caught the slight scent of the animal first and it was one of the newest adults who made the run for the rest of the team to know.

As you waited, Jungkook approached you, determined to take advantage of his form to impress you. He knew his capacities in both his forms and was confident that whatever challenge you might put him into, he would pass it. But the chase was always made with the pelt and if you were to run, he wanted to make sure the others knew it was for him to follow. He could smell your hormones when he approached and what the smell meant.

You allowed his approach. In truth, you hadn’t surrendered that sunset in between the autumn trees because he was stronger than you and he had cut your run, giving an end to the game. But because in that very moment, you would have abandoned your form and expected him to abandon his for a passionate moment. If only then his friends hadn't interrupted, it would have happened.

You had never been with your kin and you had been told it could be a handful but you wanted to lay with him and let go of the feeling of need he awakened in you. It felt unfair that you had to meet him in such circumstances. Because, now, doing so, you would be opening a door toward the possibility of mating. Having sex with him without further implications, was no longer an option. Not for a while at least.

The hunting party distributed in flanks again and it was the nonverbal communication that kept the animal wolves in the strategy. A couple of wolves hadn’t joined in for the communication exchange and howling them in was not an option if the prey was anywhere near, so you kept on going without them.

Your flank paced slowly and almost unheard to find the prey face to face while the others surrounded it. Since you were the first to catch the scent, you had the privilege of being the first to chase. The fun was to tire the prey, more than killing it. Run behind it until its legs were too tired to keep the sprint. Although you would surround it, you would only be directing it to the river, where the chase would end and the prey would take its last breath.

So it went. But when you howled the other two and they came in, their coats were bloodied. They had hunted other animals ignoring completely the purpose of the hunt: to show your skills and bond with your pairs. Initiate a connection between packs for your generation.

Finding your way back to the house, they were hardly scolded by their parents. Still in their furs, they were disciplined; revolved in the dust until they were allowed to present their bellies. It was a high disrespect to not follow tradition. As it went, the rest of you cleaned yourselves and others, and then, is when Jungkook made his first move.

He cleaned your chin and cheeks thoughtfully and you stood your ground as the tickle of his tongue against your fur sent chills through your body. He went as far as to playfully push your muzzle up to clean your neck and then pressed his body against yours when he was done. One of the males approached to respectfully clean him but he growled and the youngster retreated to help someone else. His eyes were on you immediately, dominant in a way that didn’t project arrogance, but someone who knows what they want, and you obliged, noticing a wiggle from his tail that he cautiously stopped as fast as it started.

Then you were offered your clothes back by your parents or your guardian, whoever was responsible for you. You shifted to your human form to change as the whistles and claps could be heard.

It was then that you snuck a peek at the naked rougarou and you saw the hairs disappear as they gave view to the strikingly muscled body. He turned slightly, as he grabbed his clothes from his mother’s hands and gave a quick head to toe look as you stood stoic. After all, nakedness was only shameful to some humans. But as you did the same, your eyes fell on his manhood and you clenched. He was hard.

To humans, it would have been grotesque to be surrounded by family, naked, and aroused. But to your kind, fathering pups (or not) in the middle of a pack reunion was just something else that could happen and no one would bat an eye for.

However, he got dressed as if nothing happened and you did the same. Your mother reminded you that if you were to follow the path of what had just transpired, there could be things expected from you and that a rejection to a mating could mean that the other party could refuse any further interaction. Even if in the future you considered the option of mating that person.

Jungkook at that moment was greeted by his friends with whom he exchanged physical proofs of strength, entertaining the younger pups as they moved closer to cheer. The adrenaline of the hunt was still flowing through your bodies and it seemed to transfer to the rest of those present. Soon the party was in full boost and Yuuki left your side, pulled by Jimin towards the woods with a giggle. Interrupting the rant in which you regretted not being born a year earlier, so you would have been able to hunt with her and become an adult together.

It was obvious what his friend was up to with yours and it only resolved his own needs and wishes towards you, which led him to approach again and invade your personal space as he gently offered you to go for a walk.

His eyes, however, dark like ravens, spoke of the desire burning visibly in his pants. His scent, on its own, spoke of it and damn the goddess of the moon, your body acted on its own, reacting to him and betraying you once more to his sensitive nose.

Unable to deny, you accepted his approach when he tried to close the distance between your bodies and make you feel his against yours. To his touch on your arm, as he traced the line from your shoulder to your wrist with his fingers, until finding your hand to pull you out, your skin raised in goosebumps. You followed him, completely ignoring the warning look from your parents.

At the first tree, he pressed your body with his against it and growled, making you feel his desire against your belly. You almost moaned at the approach of his lips, only for him to pull away without kissing. Frustrating you instead, you struggled and managed to break free, away from his touch. He frowned for a second and then got ready to run if you provoked it.

Surprising him, you pulled off your shirt and started to do the same with your trousers. He followed and tried to approach with a sly smirk, ready to take you. Then, without previous warning you turned on your heels and ran, changing mid air when the terrain started to descend.

You heard him do the same, the rip of the muscles and bones as he got his coat. In other circimstances, you would have stopped and watched it happen, but you were determined to arrive at the river, jump in it and hopefully get the cold water to freeze out your desire, so you wouldn’t slave to it.

He sped up once his muscles had warmed up a little and kept a short distance with you. He snapped his teeth together a couple times and you heard his raspy chuckle as you increased your speed. In a moment, you saw the river and thought you would reach your goal but the next you had him right in front of you, cutting your trajectory.

However, you wouldn’t give in so fast, even if you had started it. You paced backwards with your tail between your legs and took a position ready to defend. On his side, he tried to surround you with no success since you kept the protective motion, which made him huff air out and gesture what would have been his eyebrows up. Surprising you, he sat with his tail flat against the dirt and observed patiently.

You raised on your full position and tilted your head, so he let out another chuckle. The brat in you, who had expected more insistence, surfaced and you let out a wolfie bark, to which he responded again with a chuckle, showing all his teeth on a smile.

Offended for being ignored and mocked, you launched against him, with no real intention to harm, but just to lay him down and show him he couldn’t laugh at you.

It seemed like you had him, but in a matter of seconds he was on top of you pressing you with his body against the ground and his mouth held the skin of your neck. His energy stayed calm and again it enraged you.

He chuckled again, amused at how easy it had been to provoke you and when you revolted to try to struggle away, again, he allowed it. He could smell your arousal increase with it and easily determined what to do. As he kept his distance, once more, you growled and he finally gave in to what you wanted. After laughing, he barked, one single time, so mighty, it made you fall in line immediately.

Then he shifted forms and stared at you intensely until you did the same.

His approach was determined and you didn’t move as he put his hands against your cheeks and kissed you, responding to him with the same intensity. His heart shaped lips felt soft yet dominant against yours and it was soon enough he had you breathless against a tree. His girth, pressed hard against your stomach as you could feel your slick drip a little bit against your inner thighs.

He growled, smelling your want and sliding a hand between your bodies he grabbed his manhood to press his head against your folds and your clit, making you both moan. Then, he rubbed up and down, turning the kiss every time more needy and overwhelming. You even had to separate to breathe, in which moment you looked at each other, eyes speaking the unfulfilled desire.

Unwarned, he grabbed you by the thighs and put you on his hips, moving to a spot less full of roots before kneeling and laying you down in it. You kept kissing while he motioned for his girth to rub against your sensitive area. The friction and desire intensifying so much that you moaned as he parted his lips from yours to growl. Precum shedded from his tip as you felt an orgasm about to hit you. “Don’t stop…” you begged and he obeyed, attacking your neck with spent lips and soft bites until it hit.

The moan was loud and joyful in his ears but then he growled again as he slowed down. “Can I…?” he asked between his teeth as he moved up to meet your stare. You only nodded, repeatedly, wanting him inside too. It was then, you felt his head as he guided it in through your folds, to which he frowned and bared his teeth.

“It’s okay…” you felt the need to say and he automatically pushed in fully, making a surprised sound escape through you as your hands moved from his back to his buttocks. He growled again, deeper, frustrated, like trying to hold back but gave a second stroke that had your hands searching the ground for a place to grasp. Fully in, his breath shook and he kissed your forehead as he seemed to wait.

He hadn’t even moved yet and he was about to cum. His pride displayed on his mind and he decided not to move, closing his eyes as his lips stayed over your skin, trying to think of something that would lower down his arousal. The wetness, the warmness, of your walls, surrounding his hardness, making it really difficult to accomplish. But he finally guessed one good hunting image that snapped him out of his raise and gave him a second enough to breathe before he moved.

The friction however, had him back to motion and he wanted to thrust into you until you screamed his name. He did and, the result, had you curling your toes as a tear spilled from one of your eyes. But all of the sudden, he pulled out and turned you around on your belly, pushing in again and biting your right shoulder gently as he picked up the pace. Spent, you simply rested your forehead on your hands, unaware of his limits.

He was close, really close, and he could feel it ascend. Although he wanted to pull out, the strong instinct to hold you down and fulfil his purpose, was keeping him from doing so. He grunted, trying to slow down and recover his senses but you suddenly struggled and kicked him off of you.

“You bastard!” you growled, standing on weak legs. “You weren’t even going to ask!?” you yelled, eyes turning yellow and scruff appearing on your back and shoulders.

You had noticed the swell, read the grunt and didn’t predict a pull out, so you panicked. He stood alarmed and tried to excuse himself but before he could articulate a word you were already on your true form and out of reach for him to speak. As soon as you found the clothes, you shifted and changed, keeping a speed until you got inside of the house, in case he was right behind. Not that your own thoughts allowed you to be fully aware of your surroundings. Which led to you ignoring the call of attention from your alarmed best friend, who stood from Jimin’s lap on the couch to follow you.

Finding the bathroom, you spilled your guts from the shock and sat right next to it gasping with feeble sobs, wondering how things had twisted that way. Yet you had to recognise to yourself that sleeping with strangers, from closer packs or not, carried risks with it. Still, you never expected someone to try to cross such a consequential boundary.

“Srena, what happened?” asked your best friend from the other side of the door. You sobbed and started crying but opened the door at the same time for her to enter. She knelt in front of you and hugged you. “For the goddess… Did he force you?” she said growling at the question.

“No,” you replied, still unable to stop the sobbing. “I thought he was trying to breed me…so I ran away…” you tried to explain.

“He tried wh-?” she intended to inquire but a knock interrupted her.

“May I talk with you.” You heard who you recognised as Jungkook's mother from the other side of the door. “I would like to know what happened since your father has assaulted my son without a second thought.”

“Do you want me to tell her off? What should I do?” wondered Yuuki. But you declined and stood drying your face, walking out.

“Whatever her dad has done to him, he deserves it.” Yuuki determined, frowning.

“I would like to know what happened, child. I know my son, and I have educated him to respect women. The accusations your father held against him were ones I could not recognise as my son’s actions. So, please, I ask you, as his concerned mother, that you speak the truth. No matter what it is,” she asked directly to you and your eyes met hers.

“I think he tried to breed me… but he didn’t ask for consent…” you expressed, earning a gasp from his mother.

“I hope this is a misunderstanding, a lack of communication, because even if it was a consequence of a heated moment a male can have enough self-control to not do that out of the blue,” she said with a frown. Her pride as a female exuded through her pores. “I would like to make sure I know his truth and then to put us all together to sort this situation out. Do you think you could stop your father from ripping my son’s head off?” she pleaded, concerned. “If he was indeed trying to do that I’ll make sure he learns his lesson myself,” she pointed out and by her tone, you knew that would mean hell to Jungkook.

You nodded, suddenly too stressed about the idea of having to see him again in a near time.

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RUTHLESS: SWAY

💕Pairing: Hoseok x Reader 

📝Summary: Second part of Ruthless 

✏️Genre/au: Non-Canon, Romance, Action, Smut, Bikerlife

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 3998

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut, dominant attitude , semi-public sex (while people are sleeping in the same room)

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As your three motorcycles enter the town, it is obvious that it's been brought to life by the biker event. People in leather jackets walk the streets jovially engaged in conversation and different types of bikes fill the parking of every hotel, bar, or restaurant. The rather small village, normally rather quiet, is now louder than it has ever been.

It is a vision that gives you a tingle. The older you get the more you grow into how these conventions go rogue at night and how the excesses make people more real, more true to themselves. You expect to show that to your beloved Hoseok. Lure him into the lust for freedom that your kinfolk feel. Although something in the way he fucks tells you that is innately his. Maybe he’ll be just as fascinated as you were the first time you came here. 

It's on those nights where, in the past, you and Namjoon would sit over the only building standing at the old factory terrain and drink beer as you watched the elders lose their shit over alcohol, plant-based “medicine”, and attractive people. 

The night was only meant to be for the adults, those who could drink and “legally” do all those things, but it was pretty easy to escape through Namjoon’s backyard to attend as his mom was sleeping or still at the party with Joon’s dad. You only had to get down his room’s window, hold onto the ledge and place your feet on the lower window before jumping, then follow the first line of trees from the forest right down a path next to the house and access the dirt road to the farms. Lastly, take the lead to reach the end of the town, where the lot was.

It was in one of those escapes that you met Yoongi, who had turned twenty-one just four months prior but was looking for a place to watch the scene just like you two did and caught you red-handed. 

He looked so good in his seventies style, with those dark cat eyes that seemed to look into your soul and those long black locks falling over his temples, caressing that majestic jawline. Had you not been sitting, you could have dropped to your knees with the instant infatuation you felt.

In a matter of two days and two long nights, you had spent more time talking than sleeping or taking care of your own needs. By the third, Friday night, when Jungkook arrived, and Namjoon had the pleasure of his company -when leaving his side wasn’t leaving him alone or ditching him- you and Yoongi took the road back into town. In Yoongi's hotel room, a discreet double-bed little room with wooden walls and flowered curtains, he showed you what it was to lay with a man. 

You laid under him the next morning, and after a nice breakfast in his room, you left him with a gentle kiss at his door while he was still only wearing his leather trousers. 

He was a perfect gentleman. The perfect one-night stand. 

None of you exchanged numbers, and whether that had ever been an issue or not, you never saw him again. You only spoke about him around that time and you only remembered him when people spoke about their first time. With that, he became a good memory. Yoongi the Nomad. 

Hoseok is well aware of that. He has been for years and he has brought it up recently, right by the time you started to talk about the journey. 

“What would happen if this time Yoongi is there?” he wondered

“He could have been before, but I never saw him or, at least, didn't see him in the crowd,” was the only thing that made sense to you. 

“It is impossible for you to just miss him,” Hoseok concludes, “especially since old habits die hard, and you and the guys are still looking for higher places to oversee more area and watch people exist,” he added with a little endearing chuckle.

You concluded that it didn’t matter. It was just a one-night stand, and it had never been a thing to begin with. Likely, he would not even remember you. 

It’s the view of the hotel that has brought all these thoughts back, but when your eyes meet the antiquity shop, everything dissipates. The first time you stepped into the main street that branches and leads to a single cul-de-sac neighbourhood, what caught your attention was this shop. The view of flowered windows and clean facades, pretty well-taken care trees and bushes adorning the pathways, was stunning and brought a sense of community that not every town has, wasn’t the best of it for you. That shop, with its little mysteries and history, was a reason you once wanted to move in. 

A charming sensation that you shared with Taehyung now. 

You both had stopped almost synchronised, and Jungkook had to move his bike backwards to reach you again. Hoseok looked at it from behind you and with an audible smile commented, “The magic shop!” Causing you to chuckle with sincere amity that was at the same time shared with the other two. 

“We should come check it out tomorrow morning,” said Taehyung over the noise with a little shout. You agreed.

The way the leaves create shadows on your way in this spectacularly sunny day makes you want to lift your hands to your sides and close your eyes. Since you are the one riding, you allow the thought to escape your mind. Hoseok’s hands around your waist keep you grounded and hot on your seat. 

This many people are the only thing that disturbs the town’s peace. But as opposed to what normally happens to the otherwise calm towns, people love to have this many guests here. It's like people in town are the most welcoming hosts to a bunch of brute-looking rascals. You’re feeling included in that description.

Maybe it's because, when the event happens every two or three years, people are responsible enough and do the bare minimum to not leave a mess behind them when they leave. Maybe it’s because some of you are charmers. Or maybe it’s just because you remind old people of their youth, and when respectful youngsters sit to listen, they can reminisce about those times.

It could be easily the latter since by the time you are near Namjoon’s parent’s house, you see a bunch of elders sitting in the town hall garden watching the lengthy and straight street. 

You park the bikes in front of the white fence house with new apricot paint covering its outside walls, and old memories come dancing to you like little nymphs, giving you a new smile as you dismount.

 A family barbecue is being set up in the yard already. The two-story home looks just like it always has: neat, with well-attended flowers on the windows and entranceway, like most of the town, and you can see the flower bushes over in the backyard white panels. Everything that is wood is white, giving it that dreamhouse aesthetic that the European colonists brought two centuries ago. That detail gives you the ick, but it certainly fits the American dream the world has been infested with through Hollywood.

The garage door is open, with a Chevy Impala sitting in the right spot while a Nomad Triumph Bonneville T100 bike and a camo Yamaha Dragstar 650 rest at its left. Namjoon’s and his dad’s. In the driveway, there are two more bikes, your uncle’s Neev Nakshatra 650 Bobber and Jimin’s Bavarian Fistfighter Custom BMW R nineT. If it wasn’t for you being related or long-time friends with the owners of those bikes, you are sure those bikes would be lust-busters. 

They surely seem to give Jungkook a mental boner. His eyes are glued to that direction, and he forgets for a second that he is meant to park his bike. 

Namjoon is the first one to come from the inside of the fence to receive you, apparently hands on deck with the barbecue because he has a brownish apron that covers him chest to knees and still grips a pair of tongs dripping sauce from them. He looks at them when he realises that all of you are staring at the item in question. 

“Oh…” he says, looking at it with surprise and then showing that perfect smile of his. “How was the journey?” he asks kindly.

“Well, it was entertaining,” says Jungkook, looking at you and then at Hoseok, raising his brows when he turns back to look at the host and stands from his leaning position on his bike. Taehyung is the first to dismount, although normally, Jungkook is the most effective to unpack and goes to check Jimin’s bike without a second thought. In fact, his eyes are still on the shiny chrome of the engine as Jungkook updates the soon-to-be President on what things you enjoyed during the trip.

You were apprehensive about him spilling the beans about what happened in the hotel on your way, but you know Jungkook may like messing around with you but wouldn’t put you in that position. As Namjoon gets closer, however, Taehyung loses interest in the bike, approaching him too and hugs him. From your angle the tong-man seems to say something in his ear, but you can’t hear a thing.  Then Namjoon hugs Jungkook and tells him to beef up, letting him know his mom will, most likely, not leave him alone when it comes to food.

Sometimes you ask if Jungkook’s love for Namjoon is truly that platonic since his eyes shine differently when he looks at him. 

When Hoseok is introduced to Namjoon, the latter’s jaw tenses for a second.

“I’m so happy you guys can finally meet in person,” you say cheerfully. Namjoon nods with a courteous smile but stares at him a second too long before he looks at you and gives you a warm hug. 

“If he doesn’t treat you well enough, let me know, I’ll—” he says, clearly worried. 

“Easy, big bear. He’s a good guy,” you mutter before breaking the hug, taking a small squeeze of his well-built forearm. When you return to your boyfriend’s side, his poker face makes you think that something about the interaction was not his cup of tea.

When Namjoon moves to grab a couple of bags that were meant to be taken inside and then moves to go back to the garden with your group, only Taehyung and Jungkook follow. Hoseok retains you with his hand on your waist. 

“What’s up, Hobi?” you ask him as you clearly notice his intentions. 

“I would like to know what that was about,” he comments, looking at them as they walk inside the fence. They look back for a second, but Taehyung says something for them to keep walking. “That looked like something a bit different from all these years of things you have told me about him.” 

“Oh…Yeah, that. Well, as I told you, Namjoon treats me like a little sister.” you respond, shaking your head. “He takes the role a bit too seriously… Now that you and I are together though, he’ll be on your ankles like a Collie. He is like, ‘Me protect baby’,” you scrunch your nose. 

“Yeah, he really seems to be that kind,” adds Hoseok, backing off from his confusion and showing what looks like a bit of discomfort hidden in a smile. 

“Such a shame you never met before because you have a lot in common,” you explain to him and he frowns. “I meant you both are outspoken people, you are easy to talk to, smart, meticulous, calm on the outside and kind of mysterious but also have very child-like moments. Although you can’t tell the latter from him just now.” He acts as if he’s offended with the last comment.

“Child-like?” he puts his arms around you, bouncing you from side to side. “You think?”

“Yeah, you can be really cheerful and playful when you feel comfortable,” you say, putting your arms around his neck. 

“Hmm,” Hoseok seems to weigh the situation for a second, and you wait to see what else he has to say. “So you have talked about me with him,” he says, placing a triumphant smile on his face. “Was my baby gushing over me with her best friend?” he teases, and you slap his chest. 

“I don’t gush, you moron,” you say, scrunching your face, faking disgust exaggeratedly. 

“I couldn’t disagree more,” he says, kissing you as he stands quickly and starts to run to the backyard before you process it. 

“Hey!”

Namjoon’s parents' backyard soon fills with a dozen more people, members of the MC, and they all greet you effusively upon arrival. One of the large and imposing men, Ravas, puts you on his shoulder and says he's taking you home with him, before the ex-president-turned-sergeant-on-arms warns him against it for his health. 

Hoseok seems surprised and Namjoon looks embarrassed about it but you are a good sport since you’ve known him and most of the tribe since you were very little. Your response is to try and wrestle him, like you did back in the day. 

In some sense, you know they do it to test your new boyfriend, see if he's ‘good enough’ for their ‘little princess’. You can't really complain since they do that with the other women related to the members too and has resulted in being one of the many good ways to judge a character. 

To no one's surprise, you manoeuvre with your legs to use the weight of your body, bouncing from one side to the other while grabbing him by the neck and jumping away from him when he moves his hands to try to hold his balance. There is applause and you smirk when the guy looks up and pushes his hair back.

After that little play, the beers and food flow through the garden animatedly. 

Namjoon keeps sending glances towards you and Hoseok when he hugs you from behind as you listen to Joon’s dad pass from the talk about the surgery that will make him stand down from his position as president and move to the moment when Jungkook first got on a bike.

Namjoon’s dad had left for work, and he and Jungkook were at home alone since his mom had an earlier schedule. Namjoon had just gotten his bike licence and he was showing Jungkook his bike when they had the brilliant idea for him to teach the youngster. 

Without too much thought, Namjoon took Jungkook for a ride on the back going to the furthest lonely road in the mountains nearby, almost half an hour from home. There, he swapped places with Jungkook and told him to start it. 

Namjoon wasn’t stupid or reckless—Jungkook had already been on smaller bikes and been able to balance, but a bigger bike is always a bit more difficult to manage due to the weight and dimension. 

Jungkook was too excited to test ride it because Namjoon’s Forty-eight Harley Davidson was awesome and he got too carried away with the speed, although the eldest shouted at him to slow down as he wound along the road. 

Fortunately, the moment when Jungkook fell from the bike was when he was reducing the speed to stop next to Namjoon, so the only injuries he received were a forearm burn and some gravel pokes on the face. For the pride of his family man, a scar stayed under his left eye. Like a war medallion. 

Jungkook can’t avoid scratching the almost imperceivable white skin that has prevailed from that day’s memories as Namjoon pats his shoulder proudly. He has come a long way since that day and will soon join the rest of the men who are now under Namjoon’s command. The place where he has wanted to be since he was old enough to be on top of a two-wheel fury. 

A little sense of jealousy overcomes you as you see him being surrounded by the men. You will not be given the chance. Just because of what you have hanging from your chest and what doesn’t hang from between your legs. Not because of your lack of capacity but because of your lack of male genitalia. 

“Wanna go for a walk?” suggests Hoseok. You notice he hasn’t even looked your way, but he seemingly just sensed your contradiction. 

“I think that would be great.”

You two take off through the neighbourhood's private path to the woods without interrupting the scene, although from the corner of your eye, you see how Namjoon looks your way.

The path is lined by flowers and the shadows of tall trees that beautifully lead the way into the wilderness. If one could call it that. 

It is well taken care of. The ground is clear of dead plants or any other visually uncomfortable objects. There are mouldy old trees fallen here and there but they only add charm to what looks like a little piece of heaven. 

Hoseok holds your hand, fingers entangled, as you walk in complete silence. His mere presence and his light touch bring some sort of peace to the troublesome sense of not belonging that you have felt just some minutes before. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand. Because I’m not you. Because that part of your life has never really called to me like it does to you. But if you want to talk about it, I’ll listen,” he offers with a gentle tug on your hand, making you stop to attract you to his body in a hug. 

“I couldn’t choose to be born a woman,” you say. “I don’t regret what I am but stupidly it’s like they don’t consider us as people when it comes to being part of a club. Like there’s some sort of legal gap in which everything I am and can do holds no weight to belong in their circle. Like I’m just some side thing,” you say, raging and feeling your tears almost fall. “It’s like they can see my talent only for the entertainment it brings, not a quality to consider. It’s frustrating,” you mutter, pressing your head against his shoulder. 

“I think you are amazing,” he says against your temple. “So I think I understand your frustration when it comes to this,” he adds, kissing it. “You deserve better.”

After holding the hug for a bit in which you feel valued and loved, you keep on walking, going up the mountain and taking the left turn to go a bit down in the direction of the lake where you fished with the families just a summer ago. At this very moment, you feel bitter at the memory, because if they truly valued you as one more of theirs, they should be able to keep in mind your feelings and bend the rules like others have done in recent years. 

As you sit down next to a thick logged tree, you feel like you need to blow off some steam. You sit and straddle a slightly surprised Hoseok. 

He easily gets the hint as your lips find each other and your tongue twirls with his and you suck the end of it. It is simply amazing how easily he gets in tune with you. His face between your hands keeps you grounded as he presses your core against his bulge, holding you by the hips. 

His lips are soon on your throat and quickly your back finds the floor as you kiss his forehead. His lips meet your cleavage followed by a grunt that turns into a growl, causing your skin to prickle in goosebumps.

“Stupid bastards,” he mutters against your raised skin. “I would kill for this pussy and these titties,” he adds, squeezing your breasts as he takes a mouthful of the right one. You moan for a second but then start laughing and so does he. 

“Thank you, my love,” you mutter. Putting your fingers on his overgrown hair that smells so much like him. “I could not imagine my days without your dick either,” you respond, pressing your lips together before a lighthearted laugh escapes the both of you. 

“That has an easy solution,” he adds. 

“Does it?” you question with an eyebrow raised as he looks at you from above.

“I could put it in and not take it out,” he replies, convincingly, raising on his ankles and putting his hips against your ass, grabbing you by the waist as he makes grunting noises and mimics being inside of you by grinding effusively. 

“So obscene,” you feign surprise. 

“Oh? Is it?” he says. He grabs the edge of your trousers and pushes the centre button open. “I can prove to you just how obscene I can make us,” he leans forward and takes your bottom lip between his, sucking it with a low growl. 

“Please,” you beg, insane for his ministrations. Any sense of decorum is thrown into the lake. 

You look around as he does and the place is deserted at the moment. With the log covering you from the main path, it doesn't seem like such a bad idea. 

Hoseok manoeuvres you on your hands and knees so that your clothes are easy to work around while allowing him to control your body. He pulls your ass up and pushes your trousers and panties down just enough for the warm air to hit your pussy and then his mouth takes it over. You use his shirt under your arms to bite as he devours you like a man starved. 

“I love it, fuck! I love it!” he mutters against it as his tongue works you like the chords of a guitar, like a master player. You moan, just loud enough to not be caught if someone were to pass by. “So fucking good…” he growls.

When he believes you’ve been undone enough by his mouth and tongue, he rises to his knees. You hear the rattle of his belt as your head rests on the piece of clothing under you. 

He pushes inside slowly at first but is so eager that he takes a quick pace almost immediately. “Goddamnit,” you mewl, biting the clothing again before you hear him giggle. 

Having dozed off almost right after putting your clothes back in place, under the nice breeze that created waves over the smooth surface of the lake, you wake up when the air has refreshed and sends a chill down both your spines. The sun is already on its descent, and you suddenly realise it’s been hours since you left the house. 

As you descend the path, held by the hand again, you notice the music is still playing from the house but that the sound of chatter is much more subtle than when you left.

“Where were you guys?” Jungkook asks as you open the backyard door that you previously used to access the path. There you can see people are still gathered but some have already left. 

“Maybe they couldn’t keep their hands off each other,” says a very drunk Taehyung, who is sitting with an arm holding the weight of his face as he seems about to doze off. 

“Nah,” says Namjoon, also drunk and slurring his words so they sound drawn out, “not our Army. She wouldn’t just be so public about it,” he adds excitedly like it’s funny. 

“If we did,” you say looking at him in the eye, “it’s none of ya’ll’s business.” 

With that, you take Hoseok by the arm and head inside where Namjoon’s parents are starting to make some side dishes to accompany the meat leftovers from lunchtime. When you look back, hearing the laughter from your friends, you are surprised to see Namjoon taking a sip of his beer, his eyes digging holes at Hoseok’s back.

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ROUGAROU - Chapter 2: THE DREAM

💕Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

✏️Genre/au: Non-Canon, Action, Smut, Sci-fi, Werewolves AU, Complicated relationships

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 4068

⚠️chapter warnings: Smut, explicit smut, shape-shifting, sex in the forest

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The silence resides in the whole house as you transit the living room with your parents. Everyone present shows a mix of emotions: shock, disbelief and even ire, especially the ones from your pack. No one is sitting in the extensive amount of sofas and armchairs carefully organised for gatherings. Everyone is on their feet out of respect for the situation.

Jungkook is waiting outside on the balcony with his parents. You don't see him but you can smell him, the same way you smelled him on you just ten minutes ago before you were handed a towel and supplies by the very gentle wife of the host pack leader, Sylvine. 

It feels strange that his smell, so musky and full of forest in it, evocates so much confusion in you right now. It escapes you how someone you feel so attracted to, like a tidal wave to the moon, can try to trespass on such a big boundary. It makes you feel sad and angry, it makes you want to run away at the expense of not seeing him again but also confront him in hopes that it is all a mistake.

She crosses your path again, patting the shoulder of her man as she leaves him with you and your parents and with a bit calmer mind you can see she's breathtaking. 

Her hair is long to the hip and blonde with whites which results in her hair looking really bright. Her eyes are naturally foxy in dark-forest green, with a sharp nose and pouty full lips, mixed with high cheekbones and a diamond-shaped face. The pack leader, Roman, on the other hand, has curly black hair, almond-shaped eyes with irises in dark grey, thick eyebrows that make him look in a constant frown leading to an aquiline nose and bow-shaped lips. That, along with a defined jawline on a round face makes him quite handsome. 

He looks imposing next to your small party of three, towering over your tall father by at least a head as he leads you to another room. 

Past the double doors, your parents take a seat on a ten-seat extendable table facing the three window doors with a view of the lake that presides over the room. You take a look around under Roman’s attentive stare. The space is almost as big as the living room you just came from, where the rest of rougarou and guests are. Four armchairs face that same top-to-bottom window and there are chairs placed against the wall in couples, one on top of each other, probably meant to be used when there are reunions inside. Three thick log walls have hunt prizes on them and pictures that you can tell go from the first cameras to phones from these days. There is also a big window on the ceiling that very likely allows the moonlight to cast light over the centrepiece that is the table. There’s a set of stairs that leads to the first and second floor at the opposite side of the double door you have entered from. The house is symmetrical but this dining room is cut short to fit the kitchen in an open concept.

There’s an aisle at its centre where a stove is placed so whoever cooks can also participate in whatever thing happens in the room, it also fits four stools. The cabinets match the rustic style of the whole house and the shiny black countertop that seems to hold the milky-way in it gives it a nice touch. There’s another window over the sink that gives a view to the pathway that leads to the house, matching a window that is also in the other room from where you were waiting to see who arrived earlier. 

Eilith, your pack leader, enters next with her dark semblance, the chalk covers her face from the cheekbones to the root of her braided hair and she smells like crushed leaves, mud and water. She was likely having a run with Hojeong, Jungkook’s pack leader, and their respective partners. Or so you can tell since he also enters smelling similarly. You can see out the open door how those other two wait outside. 

Eilith is a redhead that simply matches too well the visuals of the animals you turn into. Her face is the most similar to a human-wolve you would ever see. Her eyes are like melted caramel defined by sharp tear-ducts, round and petite with thin eyebrows leading to a pointy nose and downward turned lips. Her face is also diamond-shaped like Sylvine but hers is softer than the host’s. 

On the other hand, Hojeong is just like an older version of Hoseok but his movements are even more precise than his son’s. You can tell why he is in the position he is in, he seems to have everything under control, with a sharp eye on his surroundings. He was likely chosen through vote and not through combat.

The first time you met him you were travelling with your parents and it was also the first time you met Jungkook and captivated the latter with your scent.

It is polite and tradition to present your respects to a pack leader, by paying a little visit, when you cross his or her domain.

That aside, Hojeong seems to have the ability to grow a beard -while his son has a really smooth face- and has his hair falling over his eyes at the front, in a man bun at the back. Unavoidably, you smirk a little, recognising the hairstyle as a wolf-cut.

It’s then that Jungkook and his parents enter and take their positions on the opposite side of where you are, giving their back to the window. It’s easy to tell from where Jungkook gets his looks since both his parents are good-looking.

The defined and striking jawline comes from his father. Those beautiful doe eyes that speak worlds of emotions and the full and well-defined lips come from his mother. He is a perfect combination of the two. 

Like that, you get to have a look at the whole picture of people in the room. The obvious differences and diversity within the scarce members left from your species make you feel hopeful. You have adapted well to the new era and have been able to dissolve useless disputes for territory since the possibility of moving around for new land has also increased. Blending with humans would have been much more difficult before you were born but nowadays some people have grown tolerant and even fascinated by all that’s different. Finding them has been a blessing to keep away those who, if they know what you are, would erase you from the earth.  

All these different people coming together for a cause could have been a scene you would have loved in another circumstance. Other than to mediate something that wasn’t supposed to have happened at all. 

The leaders sit in front of each other in the middle of the table, facing each other. The host now stands with his back against the frame of the closed door to avoid interruptions from the outside and to also be present in the handling of a situation that has transpired under his domain. Although Jungkook is facing you at the table, he doesn’t meet your stare, eyes downcast over the table where his hands are put together, ready to listen, and you are glad he doesn’t since you can’t put your own feelings into words. Would he have apologised if he had been allowed to? You can’t know.

Either way, he should be ashamed. 

At your leader's command, you begin explaining your part of what has transpired and Jungkook’s mother puts her hand over his when he almost speaks at the second the troubling moment is mentioned. He keeps quiet as you finish expressing the same confusion you have explained to Yuuki and his mother.

Eilith speaks first, standing and looking at you, "I hear you and I'm sorry you have experienced this." 

Jungkook’s hands close into fists. 

"Now, young man, what do you have to say for yourself?" inquires Hojeong, whose demeanour shows no mercy. 

"I intended to pull out, you have to believe me," he says with a certain tone of anguish in his voice that makes your eyes not want to meet his. You’re doubtful if it's a lie what you will see in his eyes, having felt so violated by his actions. "Please, look at me," he pleads and you can tell he is talking to you. The second you do, after tilting your head in avoidance, conflicted with yourself, there's sincerity in those wet, doe eyes. And you know that unless he is a master at masking ill intentions, he believes in what he is saying. “I admit I was caught up in the moment, yes, but I had the intention to pull out. I'm sorry I didn't speak my intentions out loud or that I didn't make myself clear enough. This misunderstanding is totally on me. I'm truly sorry I scared you. Please forgive me, " he concludes, lowering his chin with shame.

After taking a long, scrutinising glare at him, you finally look away. Weighing his words. 

"I believe you," you respond and then meet your father's eyes, who takes in your body language and nods, then your mother's, who takes your hand in hers. When you look at Jungkook again, he seems relieved but he is still unsettled.

"Fairly, if you don't require him to be punished, I shall recommend you express your intentions to her next time. Communication during the act—" tries to lecture Hojeong. His objective in this matter is clearly to set a record straight and clear the air. 

However, you are not accepting this as a precedent for future encounters. Yet you don’t want to cause discordance in front of both of your parents and the pack leaders. His mother has the semblance of a good person and maybe in the future, if things fall into place that way, you could consider her son. 

To accept a mate now, however, when you have just obtained the freedom to make your own choices without the need to consult with your parents, feels rushed and wrong. You have spoken about the differences between dating human boys as you have and what it is doing so with loup-garous with your mother.

Sex isn’t the same, you can now tell, even if you just scratched the surface of what you have been told it can be. And so it feels like limiting your options isn’t wise. Especially not when you have to make peace with how you have perceived him in this situation.

You want opportunities, you want to see what is out there, and want to know what choices you have to make on your own. Mating, choosing a partner for the rest of your life, just as you thought earlier, seems pretty restricting to you. And you don’t know Jungkook enough to think the opposite. 

In fact, you don’t know him at all. Even if you still may want to.

“May we have a moment to speak alone?” you interrupt the lecture, standing. Out of respect for your elders, it is expected you will be the ones walking out of the room to talk and then come back. He follows suit as soon as your eyes meet his and you start walking in the door’s direction.

"There will be no next time," you say point-blank as soon as you close the door. 

There’s a ruckus from the barbecue party forming outside with only a few people chilling inside. You can tell they were listening, which isn’t wrong, the privacy was for you to be more comfortable. For any other trial, everyone would have been in the same room.

He tenses up. “I know how our kind follow each other for mating and I know they may think that's what we were doing. But I don’t intend to pursue a relationship with you, Jungkook,” you express sincerely, meeting his eyes. 

“I am truly sorry, please forgive me,” he answers solemnly, and when his first instinct is to put his hands on your cheeks, he stops himself, letting them fall to his sides. putting You don’t know if that would have brought you comfort but to see him hold back is a reason to believe him further. 

He looks kind of pale. 

“I do,” you say calmly, “but it doesn't change anything.”

He appears troubled but you are truthful in your words. Even if nothing had happened, even if the situation was different, you wouldn't continue engaging with him. You shouldn't, as your mother warned you earlier.

“I respect that,” he says lowering his head again. “I just ask you to give me another chance, at least to get to know each other, when you find in yourself the will to. Please?” He begs. “I know I have, but I really didn’t mean to hurt you and I wish to make up for it. If you let me…”

His doe eyes and his sad expression move you and you feel that a second chance can be given this time.

“Alright,” you say with a small smile and the way his face brightens with a wide one, making your heart skip a bit.

“Let me know when you are ready,” he says with a small bow and the clear intention to go back inside, you nod although he doesn’t see you and then holds the door open for you. 

“I see you two have made peace,” states Hojeong, pleased and with a smile plastered on his face. “I’m glad I don’t have to chase you down and rip your throat as our law would demand if you had indeed done that on purpose and taken what wasn’t given to you,” he says, a little bit sterner. “Next time, use your head. Hm?” he adds before putting his forehead momentarily against Jungook's and patting his shoulder before addressing you. “Should he cause you any trouble, you come to me and I’ll set him straight.” 

You nod and he walks out.

“Do you think we can leave it here or do you need counselling? I’ll be at both your disposition in case any of you needs me,” settles Eilith, putting hands on both your shoulders, looking at each of you.

“I think I’m good but I’ll keep it in mind,” you reply, lowering your chin and she puts her forehead to yours before leaving too.

“I’m glad this was sorted,” says the host, leaning against one of the frames of the open doors. “I’ll see you outside,” he comments and you two lower your chins with respect.

“Let’s join the party, shall we?” suggested your father putting his hand for a shake in front of Jungkook's father when they stand up. His father takes it with a slight smile and then they shake it and smile before patting each other on the shoulder. Comfort takes over you as you see the scene and then feel warm seeing your mothers embrace and exchange kind words towards each other as they all head out. They all look at you as if part of the same mind and say in unison.

“Should we trust leaving you two alone?” 

You two bulge your eyes but nod, enchanted and processing the coincidence of their matched words. Then they finally leave and you observe them walk towards the doors that lead outside, invested in a small chat.

Jungkook shifts at your side nervously. He doesn’t want to leave but also doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. The appearance of Yuuki at the door feels like his cue to leave but as she enters, so do his friends, closing the door behind themselves.

Yuuki is next to you in a second, carefully taking hold of your arm while also putting you slightly at her back. 

Jungkook takes steps back as Seokjin, his elder walks directly in his direction, dominant. “Sit down,” he orders and Jungook doesn’t hesitate.

If they were in their pelts, you know Jungkook would have presented his belly.

Jimin takes a sit on the table, crossing his fingers under his chin with eyes lost in the table. 

“Hi, miss. Want us to bollock this youngster? Just to make sure he got the record straight?” wonders Yoongi sitting next to Jimin unceremoniously while looking at his shape-shift nails before glancing up to Jungkook. 

“I think he understands it just fine, sir,” you say before looking at Jungkook, who looks worried again but doesn’t raise his head. Even if you would have done it yourself before the trial, you don’t want six males ass-kicking him. It now seems excessive as the situation settles in.

“Why are you here?” you demand, trying a monotone but making it clear that you are bothered. Yuuki looks at you surprised but chuckles, reminding herself who she is friends with. Yet she doesn’t let go.

“We don’t mean to be rude,” replies Taehyung bowing and then walking in before taking a seat.

“We were worried sick, you imbecile,” responds Seokjin taking one step away so Jungkook, can properly look at him. “I told you to keep it in your pants with that drive you were showing.”

“We couldn't believe what we were hearing out there,” adds his piece Hoseok. “We got out to hunt and came back to find out you had done something horrible.”

“I would have never expected that,” Jimin says looking at him.

“So glad it was a misunderstanding,” adds Namjoon getting closer and putting a hand on his shoulder then looking at you to make sure he’s got the information right. 

“I never doubted you, brother,” says Taehyung standing and crouching in front of Jungkook’s head against his chest. 

The bond created between them is beautiful in your eyes. The blend of their hug as Jungkook stands warms your heart. But when they all turn to look at you, you feel small and vulnerable. 

“We apologise for what this empty-headed pup has put you through,” says Seokjin. 

“We don’t approve of his behaviour and you have us at your disposal if he forgets how he should treat you or any other female again,” concludes Namjoon.

“If you don’t need us, we will leave now,” says Taehyung. You shake your head and they bow before turning around to do just that. Jungkook is the only one who looks back.

A long table spreads all across the pathway entrance to the house, full of the attendant's chairs and a mouthwatering feast. 

Raw hunt meat is the focus of the feast with side dishes such as honeyed carrots, butter chickpeas with bacon, eggplant and sweet potato oven-fries, marinated cabbage and fieldbeans in blood-sauce. The humans invited would have been disgusted were it not for being sent away when the sun was nearing the mountains before the pull of the moon was strong. 

 You have to sit at one end of the table with your pairs, which means being close to Jungkook. For his part, he tries his best to leave you be, chit-chatting about this and that with others and avoiding eye contact. 

But when you have to pass plates to serve yourselves, your eyes cross a few times and he tries his best to not stare for long, filling his face with his food. The image draws a sympathetic smile on your face. 

In a moment where you all fall silent to listen to one of you explain with all sorts of details the first time he was on a hunt and how great it was to finally join the adults, your eyes cross again. You notice he has a grain of rice in his lower lip and mindlessly points at it, still focused on hearing the story. 

His eyes bulge at first, then you realise you have pointed at your own lips and point at him. Then you realise everyone is looking at you and the guy who sits next to him glares at him and rolls his eyes before plucking the little piece of food from the lip. 

The detail is quickly forgotten, as you all move focus to the other end of the table as the host calls for attention hitting his cup with a spoon.

“Today we celebrate that some members of our community have reached the two-hundred and fifty-two moons that it takes for a loup-garous to reach its maturity and as it is tradition and ritual, in the full moon that is rising above us, tonight, they shall lye inside the forest, their pelt as one, and let the moon make them dream as one,” he explains. “As our story tells us, Rougarou ran through the pooled moonlight on a night in our people's ancient past. The stories say that by ritual, sacrifice, and sacrament, they opened their souls to the Forest God, the great hunter who took the shape of the wolf. To reward them for their devotion, his mate, the Moon, gave them the gift of being more than human. Then they could throw aside the pelts of hunted animals and grow their own, abandon their knives of flint and use their teeth. Their children's children's children still carried the beast within, and all were subject to the Moon. And up until this day and for years to come that will not change. For tribute, we have bled the beasts that lay in our tables and we honour and thank the moon, as we eat their raw flesh, for the gift she gave us.” 

A ruckus breaks the silence as the packs hit the table and shout and growl. You don’t miss the opportunity to do the same. 

With full bellies, the turn comes slow but deliciously. Hair prickling from underneath the skin to cover your skin. Bones stretch and mould to transform into the structure of a wolf until you are on your fours with muscles made to run and chase. 

You are to find the spot in the forest where others have also fulfilled this tradition before you, without more help than one of your senses and the forest itself.

The younger ones test their strengths as they advance through a clear trail. They push each other and make each other surrender with a playfulness that sometimes holds a bite too strong or a push too hard, but doesn’t create animosity regardless. 

On the other hand, one of them doesn’t leave you alone, he presses against your shorter frame, stopping you in your tracks, getting in front of you, and you have to skirt him to be able to sniff the trail which leads to him growling at you for attention and wagging his tail when you look at him. ‘Puppy!’ you think, scolding him internally. 

The second time you ignore him he tries to throw the weight of his body over your back to lay you down and before he knows another three plus Jungkook have him yelping on the ground. 

Then another female comes near you and brushes you before putting her snout under yours and you reply by leaning into her. She stops suddenly, looking at a spot inside the forest as if the moon were a torch directing its light. You can see a white deer that vanishes before your eyes as all of you try to approach. 

There you see it. The marks on the trees that guide the group all the way to what you were looking for, the clearing where the moon lights every corner. Where the floor is almost clear from roots and covered in a blanket of clovers. 

As you walk in carefully, you touch with your nose the soft leaves and let yourselves fall on your bellies before rolling. As if you shared the same brain cell on what to do. Slowly standing to lie back next to each other, without caring about who is who and what belongs to whomever. Joint by nuzzles over bellies, paws over paws heads over necks. Until the last of you closes its eyes and the light of the moon waves inside your lids taking you to the world of dreams.

The image that proceeds holds you all running with internal laughter inside the same forest until you reach the house. There you can see your people still celebrating, hawling to the moon in their human form to which all of you join inside and out of the dream, until it vanishes. 

Then you see the same landscape without the house, slowly blurring the line between present and past to see the first rougarou that walked here. Their bodies covered in furs with spikes in their hands, hunting the white deer and failing as they run inside the forest. They reached the clearing at some point, and there they offered the meat they had gotten to the wolf that had been leading their steps to find the meat that would fill their bellies. 

Then, the images came rushing to you like a breeze that kept you stuck in place. You saw the way the moon shone over the man and woman, and how after dancing around the fire, their jumps and twirls turned them into the pelted creatures that you all had descended from. 

From there, the images flow at high speed letting you see centuries of rougaurous coming and going to this same spot, led in by the white deer to give the clairvoyance of its origins to all the rougarou that wanted to know them.

Through and through, you finally land in your days and see yourselves lying there, unbothered. 

You see yourselves slowly standing while looking at each other then walking back to the house where others also sleep and coming forward, a disconnected image. 

There is a rougarou whose pelt you can't recall, feeding on something. As you approach the shared feeling of utter horror and panic is noticeably shared. The creature has between his teeth the flesh from a human body. 

Suddenly, voices can be heard. The calls of human hunters and the wolves run straight to the house where others are also in their animal form. The sound of shots fills the opening, deafening all of you.

The eyes, however, can see it all, the bodies of your people falling as they try to flee the scene. Only to find themselves surrounded, falling to a bloody death. 

Quickly the house and pathway cover up in piles of bodies with bullet holes in them. A couple of your kin trying to escape through the lake drown and float as bullets reach their spines. 

The victory sounds of the humans as they see all of the bodies lying around fill all of you with anger and pain but as you try your best to free yourselves from the grip of the dream and reach those humans or die trying, one by one all of you wake.

Still holding the pain and confusion from the dream, as soon as one recovers the control over their limbs, it runs through the forest towards the house. One by one, all of you follow, stopping in your tracks when you see the place unharmed. Only the smell of water, earth and wild nature lingered in the air between the sleeping familiar bodies. 

As if still guided by one main thought, all of you howl to the fear and the moon starting to disappear under the rays of the unstoppable sun on its rise. 

And as your packs in their pelts wake up and respond to the call, when your eyes cross with Jungkook’s, you know the thought is shared. ‘Was it a vision of the future or a warning?’

I hope you enjoyed this. Let me know your thoughts and reblog to let it spread 😊 See you soon! ~

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Becoming His (Part Three)

Disclaimer(s): The images from my header belong to BigHit and BTS, but I edited them and put them together.

A Note From Kutemouse: Here we are, part three! This was inspired by all of the working from home vibes that have surrounded me since lock-down started. Hope you like, thanks to everyone who has read this and liked it so far. You all are amazing! 💜💜💜

Tag List: @kpopyandere​ @apurpledheart​ @rowoons-noona​ @illnevertrustmyselfagain​ @clarkcling​ @taemaknae​ @wwilloww​

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Age Recommendation: 18+ (Def not one for youngsters, folks!)

Genre: Yandere Namjoon, Smut, Fluff, Neighbor AU, Computer Genius Namjoon AU

Warnings: All the f*cking warnings, okay? This filth is ridiculous. We’re talking SWEARS, all the unhealthy, obsessive yandere themes we know and love, explicit smut x twelve thousand including masturbation, sexual frustration, denial of sexual acts, grinding, exhibitionism (kind of, if you squint), lingerie, oral (m. and f. receiving), face-fucking, tongue-fucking, and hot penetrative sex. Like I said, absolute filth.

🚨TRIGGER WARNING. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE ISSUES WITH THE FOLLOWING.🚨

There is NON-CON in this part, okay?? Non-con as in Y/n is not completely comfortable with what happens, and in fact, she tells Namjoon to explicitly stop… and he doesn’t.

I want to be absolutely crystal clear. This story does NOT depict Namjoon in real life in any way, shape, or form. What his fictional self does is disgusting and horrific, and is meant to be viewed as such. That kind of behavior, which unfortunately does happen irl, should NOT be tolerated. I don’t tolerate it at all. By putting such a scene in my work, I am demonstrating how ugly Namjoon’s character really is, and how his psyche is beginning to unravel. That is all. There are no other intentions behind that scene.

I’mma say it louder for the people in the back. NON-CON IS NEVER OKAY. It’s not even okay in this fictional world I’ve built. Got it? Good.

Please don’t read if you are not comfortable. Your happiness and well-being, kutie, come first.

Word Count: 6k (almost exactly, wow)

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Becoming His (Namjoon One-Shot, Yandere, Smut, Angsty Fluff) Part Three

It had been exactly fourteen days since you officially became Kim Namjoon’s girlfriend, and you were loving every second of it. Well, nearly every second. You had thought that, with the promise of commitment out of the way, Namjoon would be open to intimacy, but instead, he insisted on taking things as slow as slow could be. Which you thought was ridiculous, because every other part of your relationship felt like it was put on mega fast forward.

The very night after you agreed to be his to be his, you went on a date. Namjoon took you to a fantastic restaurant with white tablecloths, impeccably dressed waiters, crystal chandeliers, the works. It couldn’t have been more perfect. He didn’t take his eyes off you the entire night, and although you were apprehensive and maybe a tad regretful about becoming his girlfriend so quickly, you found your doubts melting away when you realized… he was way into you. And you were way into him.

Once you got past your reservations, you found yourself ready to take things to the next level, especially when it came time to go home. You and Namjoon stood on your porch facing each other, but before the moment could get too awkward, he reached out and wrapped his arms around your waist. You, in turn, wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him closer. He pressed his forehead to yours, staring deep into your eyes. You didn’t think you could get enough of his eyes. The way they looked brown in the light but nearly black in the shadows reminded you of volcanic stone formed from hardened lava. You had seen those eyes light up in a glow of happiness and a blaze of anger, but now, you were ready to see them light up in a roaring wildfire of lust.

Namjoon pressed his lips to yours in a sweet, chaste kiss. His tongue stayed firmly in his own mouth despite every fiber of his being screaming to taste you.

But he couldn’t. Not now.

With your scent invading his nose, your body pressed against his, and your lips touching, he was practically cumming in his pants already. And he was pretty damn sure you wouldn’t appreciate such an early release.

With a groan, Namjoon pressed his palms into your hips and pushed you gently backward. You frowned in confusion, wondering why he wasn’t taking things further. “Tonight was absolutely amazing,” he murmured, smiling down at you.

He was saying goodbye? Already?

“Are you s-sure you don’t want to come inside for a nightcap?” you stuttered.

Namjoon’s smile grew, showing off those sexy dimples, as he cupped your face in both of his large hands and kissed your forehead. “Not tonight, jagiya. Maybe next time.”

Disappointment flowed through you, unpleasantly cooling the heat building inside your middle. “Are you sure?”

He raised your face a little and pressed his lips briefly to yours once more. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? I’ll text you.”

“Oh. Okay.”

You were so obvious it hurt. Clearly, you wanted more, but Namjoon wasn’t prepared to give it to you just yet. He wanted your first time with him to be absolutely perfect.

As soon as your door shut, he strode towards his own house, restraining himself from breaking into a full-on sprint. He fumbled with his keys, pushed the door open as soon as it was unlocked, and slammed it shut behind him. He leaned against the wood, head thrown back, eyes closed, a thin sheen of sweat breaking out over his forehead. Quickly unbuckling his belt and yanking down his zipper, Namjoon finally freed his hard, dripping cock from the confines of his trousers. He groaned as air collided with his netherregions, his balls tightening as he fisted himself and started pumping at a rapid pace.

Namjoon thought of you, your eyes staring up into his, practically begging him to fuck you, and the way your scent drifted across his senses every time you got close. He thought of your body aligning with his, your breasts pressing unconsciously into his torso, arousing him into a state of uncontrollable ecstasy. He thought of the way you said his name, moaned his name, and suddenly, his orgasm was upon him.

White ropes of cum spurted from the head of his dick, and he grunted loudly, mouth dropping open in surprise. He let out a few more stuttering grunts as he came down from his high, chest heaving.

If this was the effect you had on him now with just a couple of fully-clothed kisses, he could hardly imagine the effect you would have once he actually got you naked. That’s why it couldn’t happen quite yet. Namjoon had to make sure he was in full control first.

Meanwhile, back at your place, you also leaned against the back of your door, but your emotional and physical state of mind differed greatly from Namjoon’s. Your lips were contorted in a pout, and your mind was jumbled with questions. What had you done wrong? Did he not see you that way? Great. You went from a relationship where there was nothing but physical attraction to one where there was everything but physical attraction. Why couldn’t you have both physical and emotional chemistry with a guy? Was that honestly too much for the universe to provide?

You supposed so.

Thirteen days later, you still hadn’t succeeded in shagging your gorgeous boyfriend. You had, however, grown fairly comfortable around him. Namjoon had given you a key to his house, which both surprised the hell out of you and made you want to jump for joy, so you were often over there when he was home. Namjoon’s coffee was good enough that you didn’t feel the need to go out and pick up a cup one to three times a day anymore, allowing the two of you to spend entire afternoons together.

It wasn’t like you were on top of each other, though. Oftentimes, he was working in his office on the other side of the house while you worked from your laptop in the living room, sprawled out across the couch. Hours would go by when neither of you saw each other.

Even so, most guys you knew would have already gotten fed up. Being neighbors, you two were already practically living together. It was a miracle you weren’t sick of each other yet. However, Namjoon didn’t seem to mind. He was so different from every other guy you previously dated, seeming to want you constantly around rather than the opposite. He liked his personal space, sure, but you were now part of that personal space and he treated you as such. After all, you were his.

Namjoon not only liked that you wanted to be around him so much, even if you two weren’t in the same room, but he also enjoyed keeping a closer eye on you. He knew exactly where you were and what you were doing every second of every day. As a software engineer, he was able to install a keylogger on your laptop one evening when you ran out to pick up food. It was for your own protection, of course. He had to make sure you stayed safe, and that no harm could come to you in any way, shape, or form. After all, you were his reason for existing. If anything happened to you, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

Speaking of harm, you were surprised that Jungkook hadn’t reached out after that day he crashed your neighborhood party. He had all but promised he would get you back, but like always, his silence since proved he was full of shit. You tried to put him out of your mind, but this wasn’t like the Jungkook you knew. Sure, over the years, he had gone radio silent for as long as months at a time, but once he made it clear he intended to win you back, that’s exactly what he did. He would harass you with texts and show up everywhere you went until you finally caved. Not that it took much. His ethereal beauty and bad-boy persona drew you effortlessly in before you realized you were drowning in all things Jungkook.

But this time? This time was oddly different. You supposed he didn’t care enough to try shooting his shot more than once, yet the thought of reaching out just to make sure he was okay crossed your mind more than once. The only thing holding you back was Namjoon. He would likely be crushed if he found out you were talking to your ex.

That, however, was the only piece of truth you knew for sure. Jungkook left your house that night fully intending on getting you back… until his life began to fall apart. The very day after the party, Jungkook’s identity was stolen and someone racked up hundreds of charges on his credit cards. His computer and phone were hacked, and every password he had, every account he ever made, turned his life into a living nightmare.

Every single questionable picture or video, including several nudes and dick pics, were sprawled all over the internet. Every friend he ever made turned on him. He became a disgrace, a laughingstock. Whoever hacked him even sent some questionable content to his workplace from his own email, ending up in him getting fired.

In a span of forty-eight hours, Jungkook was jobless, friendless, and drowning in debt. He was sitting in his room, wasted out of his mind by the only thing that could keep him from feeling, when writing popped up on his computer screen. He looked up in surprise. He thought his laptop was completely fried since the hack.

“Stay away from her,” the message read. “She’s mine.”

Namjoon smirked as he watched Jungkook’s eyes widen as he read the message. After a beat, Jungkook let out a roar of rage and smashed the bottle he was holding into the computer, effectively breaking the webcam and Namjoon’s line of sight to him.

With that problem finally out of the way, Namjoon focused his attention solely on you. He made mental notes of everything you liked and didn’t like, your microexpressions when something pleased you or annoyed you, and how your routine changed now that he was in your life. Life couldn’t be better. There was no evidence of you thinking about that Jungkook guy, and all the evidence that you were almost as obsessed with Namjoon as he was with you.

Almost.

He could tell you were getting frustrated, though. You wanted him, and he wanted you, but he wanted to make you wait even more. He relished in the anticipation build-up and the thought of driving you crazy. He wanted you thinking about nothing but him day-in and day-out.

To Namjoon’s amusement, that’s exactly what happened. You could not stop the heat creeping down to your core every time he so much as looked at you. You could barely keep your fingers away from your crotch every time he stripped shirtless to go outside and exercise. You couldn’t quit biting your lip and crossing your legs suggestively every time you caught his eye. He would toss you a smirk, but otherwise, he seemed unaffected.

One day, your sexual frustration came to a head. Namjoon was in his office, typing away on his computer, when you leaned against the doorway, admiring the view of your sex god boyfriend’s broad shoulders. Of course, Namjoon knew you were there. He saw you stop working, get up, and stretch before padding down the hall on his living room’s hidden camera.

However, he played off being pleasantly surprised. He stretched his arms above his head, flexing his biceps, before seeming to catch sight of you out of the corner of his eye. “Hey baby,” he said, gesturing you over. “Need something?”

“No,” you said meekly, stepping towards him. He tugged you onto his lap, but instead of sitting sideways on his thighs like he intended, you full-on straddled him. Namjoon’s breath caught in his throat, and he quickly let out a cough to cover it up. You flipped your hair away from your face and leaned in to kiss him, covering his mouth with yours. You moaned into the kiss, making your intentions absolutely clear. You wanted him. You needed him. Now.

He indulged you for a few moments, kissing you back, pushing and pulling at your lips with his until you both were dizzy and delirious. You worked his mouth slightly open with each kiss until, without warning, you shoved your tongue inside his cavern, wanting to taste every inch of him.

Namjoon grunted in surprise, immediately feeling the uncomfortable tent forming in his pants as your tongues twirled together. You moaned once more and scooted forward, your crotch now pressed directly into his erection. The sigh you let out when you felt how hard he was sounded like pure heaven to Namjoon. He broke apart from you, gasping, when you started moving your hips, grinding down onto him. He wanted so badly to dip his fingers down your panties to feel how wet you were for him, wanted so badly to follow those fingers with his tongue and cock, wanted so badly to make you scream his name well into the afternoon… 

But he couldn’t.

This time, it wasn’t his lack of control holding him back, or the desire to drive you mad, but fucking work. He had a conference call in two minutes, and that wasn’t nearly enough time for him to have his way with you.

He pushed you gently back, separating your bodies just enough to clear some of the lustful haze from both of your minds. You pouted. “What’s wrong?” you asked. “Joon, do you not like me like that?”

Namjoon’s mouth parted open, glee zipping down his nerves at your use of his nickname. “No, baby, don’t think that, it’s not like that at all.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, despair filling your eyes.

“Baby, believe me, I want you so badly it hurts,” Namjoon said hurriedly. On the inside, he was panicking. Had he fucked up?

“I just want to do this right. I want to make our first time special.”

You snorted. “What are we, sixteen? Please. I’m way past the ‘make it special’ stage. I want you.”

Namjoon let out a low groan at your whining words. God, he wanted you too. He wanted nothing more. “Then you can have me any way you like,” he murmured, combing a hand through the strands of your hair. “But later. I have a conference call starting like, now. Afterwards, I promise, I’m all yours.”

You jutted your lip out in a pout once more, but hung your head and nodded. “Fine.”

“Don’t worry,” Namjoon said, tossing you a cheeky wink as you clambered off his lap. “It’ll be worth the wait.”

You were about to throw a retort back in his face, but smirked instead as a deliciously evil idea entered your brain. “Alright then,” you said, replacing the smirk with an innocent expression. You couldn’t let him know what you were thinking.

You turned and exited his office, but instead of going back to the living room, you quietly slipped out the front door and went over to your own house. Namjoon didn’t see you leave on his hidden camera because he was too busy logging into his conference call, nor did he see you sneak back in ten minutes later, suspiciously wearing a long overcoat despite the humid summer heat.

You crept down the hall and peered into his office. Namjoon had a headset on and was talking quietly into the microphone. You waited until he paused for a bit before clearing your throat. Your boyfriend whipped his head around, his mouth parting in surprise. His eyes widened as you started undoing the buttons of your coat, a smirk spreading from one corner of your lips to the other. Quick as lightning, he turned back to his computer and made a couple clicks with his mouse. “What’re you doing?” he hissed.

“I’m sick of waiting,” you replied, moving fully into the room once you realized he turned his webcam off.

“Baby, please,” he said, his eyes pleading. “This meeting is important. I swear, I’ll give you all the time in the world, you just have to be patient for a few more minutes.”

You let out a hum, holding your finger to your lips. “Fine,” you relented. “But I want to stay here, with you.”

Namjoon sighed. “Like where? I can’t have you on camera, jagiya.”

You knelt down on the floor beside his chair. “Here. I’ll stay out of sight.”

Your boyfriend shook his head, but you caught traces of a small smile that made your confidence grow. Hopefully, he would like what you had planned for him next.

Namjoon gave you a stern look before looking back at his screen and turning his webcam and mic back on. Once he was pulled back into the call, you scooted closer to his chair and resumed unbuttoning your coat. Joon glanced at you briefly, and you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth, staring up at him with an eyebrow mischievously cocked. You slowly drew the coat off your shoulders, revealing the lace harness leotard-shaped teddy underneath. He gasped at the sight of you presenting yourself to him dressed in so little. You heard the voices coming faintly through his headphones pause before one of them supposedly asked a question.

“S-Sorry,” Namjoon said, looking back at the screen once more. “Yes, I heard your question. I’m a go for that project.”

Once his co-workers resumed talking, Joon clicked his mic off once more. “Baby,” he hissed. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you said, feigning innocence. “I’m just sitting here, like you told me.”

His eyes darkened as they roamed over your torso, appreciative of the way your perky breasts practically spilled out of the lingerie. “You’re such a brat,” he growled. “I know what you’re doing, and believe me, you’ll get what’s coming to you.”

“Promise?” you teased, fluttering your lashes.

Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head. “Stay put, and I’ll reward you a thousand times over. Move a muscle, and I’ll make sure your punishment lasts all night.”

He clicked his mic back on and began murmuring into it once more, not missing a beat. You obeyed his command for a while, but quickly started to get bored. This wouldn’t do. You came here dressed like this to soothe the ache between your loins, not further it.

Coy as could be, you crawled slowly on your hands and knees to the front of Namjoon’s desk, looking back to make sure he was checking out your barely-covered ass.

Joon’s eyes widened as he realized what you were going to do. He muted his mic. “No, no, no-no-no-no, baby, are you crazy? You’re gonna get me in so much trouble.”

“Relax,” you purred. “I just wanna make you feel good while you’re on this boring conference call.”

You ducked beneath the desk, kneeling in front of his legs and bringing your face between his deliciously thick thighs. You lightly blew on his crotch, relishing in the way he was already tenting his pants. Namjoon chuckled darkly. “You wanna play, baby? Fine, go ahead… but it’s going to cost you. Like I said, your punishment is going to last all night long.”

“Believe me, I’d like nothing more,” you murmured as you started unbuckling his belt. Namjoon waited until the clinks of the metal subsided before resuming his call.

As he spoke, you palmed him and began massaging his hard, still-clothed length. The way his breath hitched, and the way his cheeks grew tinged with pink spurred you on to take it a step further. You unbuttoned his trousers, stared up at him, took his zipper between your teeth, and slowly lowered it, not taking your eyes off him for a single second.

Namjoon let out a long, soft breath, trying so hard to keep himself contained. You were gonna get him so fired, but at this point, he didn’t give a fuck. He was ready to see your pretty pink mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking it like it was the most delicious thing you’d ever had in your mouth.

You licked long strips up his black boxer briefs, still refusing to look away. When someone asked him a question, Namjoon snapped his head back up to look at the screen. “Y-Yes sir,” he said, panting a little. Damn, if he thought he was in control, he was dead wrong. You already had him on the edge, and you had barely begun.

Once the outside of his underwear was moist enough to your satisfaction, you hooked a finger under his waistband and pulled down the fabric just enough to free his large, hard length. You stared at it for a moment, wondering how you were going to fit such a girthy member into your mouth, let alone your dampening-by-the-minute pussy.

Without any more hesitation, you pushed the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking hard. Namjoon squirmed, biting his lip to keep from groaning out loud. God, your mouth was amazing. So good, it was sinful. You, however, didn’t relent. You sucked him down even further, hollowing out your cheeks until he was hitting the back of your throat. Every muscle in Joon’s body clenched as he tried not to cum right then and there.

Then, like a blessing sent from above, Namjoon’s boss announced the end of the meeting and began thanking everyone for coming. As soon as the call ended and all microphones and cameras were off, Namjoon grabbed you by the hair and yanked your head backward. You yelped from the sudden pain and the simultaneous loss of his thickness from your mouth.

“What did I say?” he growled, a smirk spreading across his face. “I told you to fucking stay put and you didn’t listen.”

“I’m sorry,” you whined. “I just wanted you so bad.”

He mercifully released his hold on your hair, letting your chin drop back down. “Clearly. You couldn’t even be patient for the half-hour that call took.”

“How could I?” you pouted. “You made me wait long enough.”

Suddenly, Namjoon’s expression changed, growing softer. “I’m sorry baby, I really am,” he said, pushing his chair away and kneeling on the ground with you.

“Don’t be.” You grinned.”I’m loving this.”

Joon’s eyes darkened once more, narrowing into slits as a smirk crossed over his full lips. “You are, are you? Well, then… don’t mind if I continue.”

He stood, pulled his trousers all the way down, wrapped your hair ‘round his large hand, and shoved his cock back into your waiting mouth. “Fuck,” he moaned as he hit the back of your throat once more. Slowly, he began thrusting, mesmerized by the way your lips swallowed him whole over and over and over again.

Before he began full-on face-fucking you, Namjoon reached out, took your hand, and placed it on his thigh. “Tap once for a break,” he said firmly. “Tap twice if you want to completely stop.”

You nodded in response, unable to respond due to your mouth full of cock.

Joon let out a feral sound, half-way between a growl and a moan, and sped up his pace. The nerve endings surrounding his thick member set his skin on fire, making sweat break out all over his body. His balls tightened in preparation for release, and it felt like all the blood in his body was being sucked towards his dick, wanting to feel nothing but the sensation of your mouth.

“Such a good girl,” Namjoon groaned. You moaned in response, still taking his cock like a pro. Tears were running down your face from the pressure, trailing from your jawline to the curve of your breasts. It was so wet and so dirty, but you loved it. You loved making him feel good. You loved pleasing him. You loved him.

At that realization, your eyes widened from shock, and you ended up gagging and choking a bit on your boyfriend’s cock. That sent him completely over the edge, and Namjoon stilled, letting out a loud, ferocious grunt as he shot ropes of cum down your throat. You tapped his thigh, and he immediately pulled out, a string of white liquid hanging between his large member and your mouth.

“Fuck, baby, that was amazing,” he sighed, grabbing a box of tissues and dropping down onto his knees beside you.

He hugged you tight, kissing your cheek, your chin, your jaw, your neck. “So good, so perfect,” he murmured, his words slurring a bit. “Forget your punishment, you deserve all the rewards in the world, jagiya.”

You continued gasping and swallowing, wiping your tears and spit away with the tissues over his shoulder until the only remnants of the blowjob were the wet stains littering the front of your lingerie. Namjoon continued kissing you, running his hands all over you, cupping your breasts, and smoothing his thumbs over your nipples.

“I wanna run my tongue all over you,” he said suddenly, unbuttoning his shirt and discarding it, leaving him enticingly naked. “I wanna taste your pussy from behind.”

He stood and quickly removed his laptop from his desk before shoving everything else off of it. “Bend over,” he commanded, pointing at the desk’s wooden surface.

You didn’t have to be told twice. Stumbling a bit, you stood and obediently lay your upper half across the smooth, cool wood. “Oh my fucking god, baby,” Namjoon moaned when he realized your lingerie was crotchless. Everything you had was completely on display for him, ready to be used in whatever way he chose.

Your boyfriend wasted no time in kneeling on the ground, his face level with your dripping pussy. He grabbed your ass with both hands, massaging and kneading your cheeks as you let out long, drawn-out moans, egging him on. Finally, he spread your cheeks and you felt his tongue run from your clit to the bottom of your slit.

“Oh god!” you gasped out.

“Mmmm, that’s right, baby…” Namjoon murmured as he nosed at your folds. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

In response, you pushed your hips backward, trying to get more friction. “Hold still,” your boyfriend growled.

You froze at his words, and he rewarded you with slow, soft kitten licks up and down your gushing slit. Then, without warning, he pushed his wet muscle inside of you and began eating you out with vigor.

“Fuck! Namjoon!”

His dick leaked pre-cum at hearing you finally moan his name. He couldn’t believe how turned on he was. Ten minutes ago, he thought you had sucked the very soul out of him. How could he be so hard once more already?

It was you. Everything you did, the way you tasted, your long, draw-out moans that were getting shorter as you got closer to your high, the way you handed over the reins of control to him, all accumulated in Namjoon’s absolute, pure arousal. You were perfect for him… and he was never letting you go.

Namjoon went from tongue-fucking you into oblivion to wrapping his full lips around your clit and sucking, hard. Every muscle in your body clenched, trying so hard to be good and not move like he ordered, but it was near impossible with how stimulated you were. You couldn’t take it anymore when your boyfriend inserted two fingers inside of your cavern, doubling the pleasure shuddering through your body.

You began to pant, your moans coming out more like short screams. “Right there!” you gasped. “R-Right there!”

Namjoon chuckled. He absolutely loved seeing you in this state, completely helpless, completely underneath his spell, completely submissive to him and only him. “C’mon, jagiya, cum for me. Cream these fingers.”

Your brain took his filthy words to heart. Every muscle in your body tightened, trembling from the inevitable snap, and your folds clenched tight around Joon’s fingers. He resumed sucking on your clit, and you completely fell apart.

“Mmmmffff, Namjooooon!” you wailed as your orgasm racked your body. Waves of insane pleasure crashed through you, once, twice, three times before your lungs allowed you to draw breath.

Namjoon gripped your forearms and pulled you upright, kissing you fiercely. “You did so good, baby, so good, so perfect,” he murmured between kisses. His chin was shiny from your juices, and you could taste yourself as he pressed his lips to yours over and over again.

He swooped you up into his arms and carried you to the bedroom, gently laying you down on his king-size bed before climbing over you, nudging apart your thighs with a knee. He kissed you deeply, his lips first enveloping yours, then moving down to your neck. You felt teeth graze your skin as he got more aggressive, nipping at your neck until he settled on a spot and began to suck. He wanted to mark his territory, wanted to make the whole world see who you belonged to. You didn’t mind. It’s not like you went into the office very often, and besides, you could always cover the marks with a scarf or a bandage.

Namjoon didn’t stop there, moving from your neck to your breasts, freeing them from their confines so he could mouth at them, sucking each nipple in turn. You moaned at the sensation, feeling the buds peak and harden beneath your boyfriend’s skillful touch. He slid his hands underneath you and started undoing the ties holding your lace teddy together, fingers fumbling with the tiny buckles.

Once he succeeded, he peeled the fabric from your body, showing off every inch of your bare skin, shiny from sweat. “Mmmmmmmm,” Joon groaned. “I could stare at you all day, baby.”

And he really would. You were even better than he imagined, and he wanted this image burned into his eyeballs, wanted your naked form permanently captured, meant for no one’s eyes but his.

He pressed his hard length against you, earning a gasp from between your pretty lips. With a smirk, Namjoon stroked himself between your folds, relishing in the skin-on-skin contact. Your wetness increased as the head of his cock teased your clit, causing loud moans to escape your lungs. However, in the middle of the lustful haze clouding your brain, a tiny bit of clarity shot through. “Namjoon, wait,” you panted suddenly. “I’m… I’m not on the pill.”

Your boyfriend didn’t relent, continuing to tease both you and himself. “So?”

“So… we need a condom?”

He chuckled. “Oh, baby, no we don’t.”

You stiffened at his words. “Um, yes we do?”

Namjoon leaned down and kissed you deeply, pouring his tongue into your mouth like sweet honey. He pulled away from you just enough to brush his lips over your cheek and jawline. “I promise you, I’m clean,” he murmured as he kissed you. He knew you were clean, too. He hacked your doctor’s files weeks ago, wanting to make sure you were safe.

“That’s not the point,” you replied. “I mean, that is the point, but it’s also so I don’t… get… pregnant?” Your mind was still cloudy, delirious from pleasure, and your mind was having trouble comprehending the fact that Namjoon, normally so responsible and together, was saying this to you.

“Don’t worry about that,” Joon murmured, his lips ghosting over yours.

Your eyes popped open, brow furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean?” you asked, sure you misheard him.

“If you get pregnant, I’ll take care of you… and the baby.”

Namjoon would love nothing more. If you had his baby, you would have something tying you to him for the rest of your lives. You’d depend on him more, need him even more than you already did. You wouldn’t be able to leave.

You lay there, mouth parted open in complete shock. Was your boyfriend actually saying what you thought he was saying? Namjoon leaned back and pressed his hips into yours, stroking between your folds once more with his rigid member, moistening your pussy with pre-cum. Slowly, he began to slip inside, teasing your hole with just the tip, sliding further in with each stroke.

You quickly sat up and grabbed Namjoon’s shoulders. “Joon,” you said firmly. “If we’re going to do this, you need to put on a condom.”

Namjoon chuckled low in his throat, shaking his head. “Don’t be ridiculous. I bet you’re not even ovulating, baby, and besides, I want to feel you. All of you.”

You lay back down, thinking. He was right, you weren’t ovulating… but still. You didn’t know if you wanted to risk it. Your boyfriend groaned as his length delved deeper inside of you, his balls almost flush with your pussy lips. He was right, his bare cock slipping in and out of your cavern did feel extremely good… but did that justify being so irresponsible?

Namjoon was finally fully enveloped within you, and he began to pick up his pace, eager to finish you both off and make you his for good.

“J-Joon,” you stuttered, placing your palms against his chest and gently pushing backward. His eyes remained closed, his hips snapping into yours as he continued pounding into you, grunting with each thrust.

“Joon, s-stop,” you said, pushing harder. He still didn’t move.

“I said, stop!” you cried. Namjoon’s eyes flew open, and you gasped. They were dark, the same blaze you saw when he confronted Jungkook roaring to life behind his irises. His lips contorted into a smirk, and he slowed his thrusts only to grab hold of your wrists and pin them above your head. Your mouth dropped open from both the pleasure and the pain.

“I said to stop worrying,” Joon growled in your ear. “Let me make you feel good. Let me take care of you. Let me make you mine.”

You let out a gasping moan as his cock hit that perfect spot, grazing that bundle of nerves deep inside you.

“That’s right, jagiya. You’re mine. You’re all mine.”

You closed your eyes and nodded, all worry slipping away as pure pleasure overtook all your senses and clouded your brain once more.

“Look at me,” your boyfriend ordered. Your eyes snapped open, wide, almost frightened as you caught sight of the animalistic lust urging your boyfriend on.

“Say it,” he demanded, thrusting in and out so hard it was almost painful. “Say you’re mine.”

“I-I-I…” you stuttered, your back arching as your impending orgasm approached.

“Say it!”

“I’m yours!” you cried out. “All yours!”

Namjoon’s thrusts became sloppy. “That’s right, you’re mine,” he growled. “Mine.”

“Yours!” you agreed as your muscles tightened once more, causing your entire body to tremble. You could feel nothing but pleasure as your orgasm overtook you, making you splutter nonsense as waves of delectation shook you to your core.

“Yours, yours, yours, Namjoon’s, I’m yours,” you chanted as spots appeared at the edge of your vision.

Namjoon’s hips stuttered, and he let out a series of grunts as he released inside of you. You felt his hot liquid hit your cervix, drawing out yet another wave of pleasure from your orgasm, before your body went completely limp.

Chest heaving, Namjoon slowly withdrew out of you and lay beside you, kissing your cheek. “I love you, Y/n,” he sighed.

Your eyelids fluttered open at the sudden proclamation. “I love you too, Joon,” you murmured, too exhausted to realize the extent of his or your words.

Glee exploded throughout Namjoon’s limbs, and he buried his face in the crook of your neck to hide the grin spreading over his face. He knew it. He knew you would love him just as much as he loved you. He knew you wanted to be his, were born to be his.

He knew he would never let you go.

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Another Note From Kutemouse: Holy shit-eu!! That was a wild ride, eh?? Thanks for reading. Part Four coooooming soon!