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— kim namjoon
DATES WITH BTS
these days i’ve been daydreaming on what kind of date our boys would bring us on 🥹 i jinja miss them. pls enjoy dear~
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JUNGKOOK
he’d call you late at night. you’d facetime for a bit, this is what your dates have been lately due to the military. things get a bit freaky a while into the facetime call, and jungkook loses it. “i cant kiss you through the phone.” he says. you laugh, thinking he’s making a soulja boy joke bc you’re listening to it. but he’s serious, and he’s getting all worked up… he bites his lip and leans closer to the camera… “i wanna see it.. in motion… in 3D.” upon hearing this you get up to strip for him but he hangs up. you receive a text from him; an address. you go to the address and it’s the military grounds, where he sneaks you in so you can do it in 3D. but then you get shot and you die :(
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SUGA
it’s a friday night. due to suga’s busy schedule, you don’t see eachother much so you want to go a bit crazy and go to the club together. he’s wearing sunglasses and a cap to disguise, so everyone in the club thinks he’s weird. he drinks a lot due to stress and judgement. “yoongi.. slow down…” but he doesnt. he’s been drinking a lot more lately but you brushed it aside as you haven’t seen it; until now. glass after glass, shot after shot… he’s almost blackout by this point. he buys a bottled beer to go home with, so you wrap your arm around him to help him out. while waiting for your uber, you turn to see he isn’t there… that’s when you hear a load bang. you immediately run down the street towards the commotion. there he is, on the ground, a wound on his head. he drunkenly laughs and sits up, but the situation isn’t laughable. beside him is a scooter and a pram. a pram that fell over.
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JIMIN
jimin’s ideal date with you would be a karaoke bar. he loves to tease you as you try your best to sing, and of course, he loves to sing too. but he’s banned from all the karaoke bars in seoul. you’re walking along together, moreso you’re being guided along by him after he told you he ‘knows a place.’ you reach a strange part of the city, where you’ve never been. there are a lot of buff shirtless men around. “this way babe.” he tugs on your hand towards a staircase leading underground, so you follow, confused. at first glance, the place is amazing and lively, a cool underground club, you figure it’s probably so hidden because it’s for celebrities only. but upon walking further into the club…. “jimin! what the fuck?! this is a gay bar!”
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V
tae has always been reluctant about taking you out due to his dislike of PDA, and of course, the attention to his public image. you understand, dispatch can ruin careers after all. he calls you to come over, so you do. you reach the apartment and notice how foggy the windows are, is he cooking? you smile to yourself happily, smitten at the fact that beyond his stoic image, tae would cook for you. you walk in and immediately begin coughing. you stumble into the room, tripping over something on the floor. it’s hard to see through the smoke, steam, vapor..? what is this? but after crouching down and picking up what you tripped over, you can see it’s a vape. not just one, the whole floor is covered… emerging from the clouds, tae holds one out to you. “choof sesh?”
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JIN
jin is usually a stay at home watch movies and snuggle type, so when you got the text asking you to come out with him, you were more than excited. you dress yourself up to look your best, and meet him outside. he compliments you which makes you blush, but then there’s an awkward silence. he waits, until you compliment him too. then you go, and arrive at a carnival. walking along together, getting cotton candy (he won’t eat it but at least he paid), playing games, going on rides… it’s so much fun. until you go into the hall of mirrors. at first it’s funny, seeing so many of your reflection, but of course it’d get boring after a while. “jin, let’s go!” but he doesn’t answer. he’s entranced by his reflection, and refuses to leave. good luck getting him out…
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RM
namjoon likes to make dates personal and meaningful. he wants to connect, not just through your bodies, but your mind and heart. when he told you he wants to show you where he grew up your heart was touched and you couldn’t wait. the car trip is fun, and eventually you pull up to a run down part of the city. checking your location on your phone, you knew this wasn’t where he grew up. “babe-“ before you can speak, he cuts you off, sighing and shaking his head and he drives slowly and looks melancholically out the window. “this is my hood.” you look at him in confusion, he seems totally lost in thought. he’s still driving, but you go to open the door to hint you wanna go and see it for yourself. before your hand reaches the handle he quickly grabs it. “don’t. it’s not safe out there…”
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JHOPE
jhope had recently recovered from his emo phase so you could finally enjoy time with him, and you couldn’t wait. he invited you over. upon entering, he greeted you with excitement, wearing a cute apron and ushering you towards the kitchen to show the meal he prepared. you’re beyond surprised and excited, your heart warmed from this gesture. you sit at the kitchen counter as he continues cooking, the room filled with laughter and joy. he falls into conversation with you, his back facing the stove as you joyfully exchange conversation. until suddenly, a fire breaks out. he turns to face it, his expression unreadable as you scram to get the fire extinguisher. you run over but he silently holds a hand out, gesturing for you to stop. “what if.. what if…. what if i have no dream? no hope?” he mumbles, his expression still as he stares into the fire. “hoseok we need to put it ou-” he shushes you, still staring into the fire. “let it burn. let it all burn.”
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i hope u enjoyed dears~ pls send requests
Road head and locker rooms . JJK
Summary : a cold night and a boyfriend who wants nothing but to work out brings in more of a treat than just a quick run out the house.
>>pairing : Idol!jungkook x fem!reader
>>trope : established relationship
>>genre: smut and barely fluff
>>warnings/tags: Dom!jungkook x sub!reader, car sex, oral(m recieves), spanking, breeding, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, locker room sex, wall sex, backshots, hair pulling, cum tasting, and after care.
a/n - hey this is just a lil smthn after the love on bigdeal and you maybe should read that before this but you don't have to! But either way enjoy my valentines gift, I'll come back with more and my requests are open ! Enjoy<333
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It's been a month since your and jungkooks 'fallout' and you've never been happier. You're both more healthy and consistent with talking about your feelings and respecting each other generally.
You're currently sat with him in his Merc as you drive to the center where he works out and trains his boxing with his coach. It's cold as It's 1AM in the morning and you internally scowl at Jungkook for taking you out this late.
"Did we really have to? I'm cold." You whine, your hands going dry at the temperature in the car.
He meekly looks over at you, taking his eyes off the road for a second before focusing back on the road, tongue toying with his lip piercing as he pretends to be in deep thought.
"Kook, come on!" His laugh feels the car as he leans forward, finding your little complain fest funny.
You glare at him in annoyance,playfully though and reciprocates it with a smirk playing on his lips, "come on, you decided to join me. I told you to sleep."
"Maybe I just wanted to fuck and you want to workout." You puff out your last sentence, folding your arms as you glare out the window, taking in the dark night outside and the sparkly stars outside.
"You can suck my dick right now if you want. I need the release before working out anyway." Focusing his eyes back on the road, Jungkook doesn't miss the way you try to play off your mischievous demeanor that was very open to road head.
You'd usually back out of stuff like this, but you're Pmsing and need to the release asap. So open to the idea you, you turn your head to Jungkook, and to your surprise his eyes are set on you already and you take in the fact that you're at a red-light.
Playfully but aware you question, "really, Kook?" Batting your lash appointment at him, and playfully licking your lips.
"Yeah, really. I'll help you." And with a swift motion his pants are at his knees along with his Calvin Klein briefs.
His hard dick slaps against his stomach, and not only are you shocked he got hard so fast, but that his dick always looks twice the size bigger than it last was and it makes your pussy wetter than it already is.
Jungkook leans over to help you take off your seatbelt as he parks his car by the sidewalk, his tattooed hand on the steering wheel.
As soon as the car is parked you waste no time taking Jungkooks lips in yours as your lip lock is messy with saliva and moans being propped off the car.
Jungkook props off your mouth to remind you of the task at hand. "Cmon' suck my cock, baby, please." You nod at him, sneaky smile on your lips as you lean into his neck to place open mouthed kisses on there.
"No marks, Babe." No marks. How absurd. you think, he's all yours and you'll place marks if you want,his fans will be a-okay, maybe about time Jungkook hints at them, that someone is so rocking his world and his monstrous cock.
"I'll mark you if I want, cause you're all mine, aren't you? You gonna confirm that for me or I won't suck your cock." He only smirks at you in response, dick only getting firmer in his hand as he hears you spew what he thinks is shit.
It plays in his mind how you think you can all of a sudden take control and make him repeat after you like a pet. But he'll remind just who exactly runs shit between you two.
"And? You think my hand can't do the job? What about yours? Your fingers can't make your pathetic cunt cum, so between us whose really losing, huh? Tell me, sweety."
You immediately shudder at his words, feeling your pussy clench around nothing, Jungkooks cock throbbing on your clothed pussy.
Without further conversation you decide to muster up all that you have left in the word courage to put your mouth directly on his hard cock, dainty hands wrapping around his shaft.
"Cant even answer me for shit. You know who runs this, princess." Jungkook feels himself sweating when your mouth succumbs his cock whole as you moan around him when he immediately feels your warm tongue.
Your head bobs up and down as you bring your tongue out to stroke his cock, momentarily propping off his dick to give him slow licks as your hand rubs what you can't take in your mouth.
The mere action of jungkook opening his mouth wide and throwing his head back on to seat makes you wet, and it doesn't make it any better now that your PMS'ing.
Jungkooks pants fill the car as he feels his high approaching and only one thing would make his high reach the clouds and he says it,even demands it, "look at me when I cum, wanna cum all over your pretty face. You're my cumslut aren't you?" You peer up at him, nodding at him as you feel your body going hot at his dirty dirty words.
Jungkooks hands find your hair and forces you deeper as he moans and groans, his shirt sticking to his chest, almost as if he ran a mile.
"S-shit I'm gonna fucking cum." The gag you emit when your mouth props off his dick is loud and you have no time to drown it cause jungkook is rubbing his dick and his cum lands on your face, taking over your cheeks and the corner of your eye.
"Argh- fuck that's it. My cum dump so pretty for me." The sight of jungkooks fucked out figure makes you smirk as your index finger and thumb run along the cum on your cheeks and corner of your eye, putting it in your mouth to taste all of Jungkook.
Your initiative is to make him taste himself. So you do, straddling his lap as you prop your mouth on his, tongue taking him whole immediately.
The white sticky substance is shared among you two as you both moan like the most sex craved dogs on planet earth.
"Mmm, you always taste good." Thus you pull away, whispering praises to Jungkook of how his cock is the best man-made thing to have ever been in your life.
He only chuckles. Dick softening now, "Do you think I'm stupid, Princess? I'm still heading to work out. Can't keep coach too long."
You so are angry,I mean how would he? After you gave him the best orgasm. Never once breaking his rules of looking him in the eyes as he cums.
He is so done, you think. Sex ban that's it. He will never ever get anything more from you, okay? That's final.
Your mantra of punishing jungkook in your head is uncared for as your boyfriend, whose dick is already tucked away and seatbelt on, drives away from the sidewalk. Driving to his initial journey.
The whole ride consisted of angry glares at Jungkook, and dirty thoughts of Jungkook.
And to your amusement, jungkook only smirks at you, sometimes placing his hand on your thighs and his fingers would travel higher to tease your clothed pussy lips.
And oh are you in for a treat, jungkook thinks. It's a shame you're a little spoiled brat.
At the gym now you watch Jungkook box and do all sorts of things, that you definitely wouldn't be up to, considering you hate your body in pain.
You don't really wanna admit, considering you were mad at him, but the sight of his 'almost mullet' makes your pussy wet in an instant. Now disgustingly because they've been sticking your your clit that is begging for the attention and most importantly the desirable release.
Your thoughts never simmer down as jungkook almost moans when lifting his weights, and impeccably groaning in the quiet gym when he makes hits on his coaches gloves.
What you really think would shut down these thoughts would be taking a freaking break from being in Jungkooks overall presence, so you decide that would be it.
Making your presence known, you perk up, rubbing your thighs for warmth. "I'll be in the locker room, Jkay." Jungkook turns his head to the source of your voice and he smirks at you, nodding profusely as he toys with his lip ring.
Why does one man have to make you lose sanity?
Ignoring his actions, you head over to the locker room, placing your ass down on the bench.
But not even 5 minutes into playing candy crush,your head turns to the door as Jungkook parades in using his shirt to wipe off his excess sweat, his toned abs on full display.
"You done already?"
"Yeah, so get on the wall." Your eyebrows furrow in confusion but nonetheless you're curious and stand up to do it, your back on the pristine wall.
"Like this?" He shakes his head no, taking the initiative to walk towards you and shift your position to where your back is facing his front.
"Like this. And arch your back, most importantly, listen to every word I say or you won't fucking cum tonight. Got it, Princess?"
It clicks in your head and definitely in your panties as your wetness pools even more now and you're nodding at Jungkook.
"Cmon' you're not fucking mute are you? Fuking answer me." Jungkoos gruff voice fills your ears and the demand in his voice makes you shudder with pleasure.
"Y-yes, Kook. I'll listen to you."
"Good girl. My pretty girl." Your pants are being pulled down along with your cherry printed underwear and jungkooks fingers come up to collect your wetness, meeting with your clit and you moan lowly at the feeling.
His lips get caught in his teeth as he seductively eyes your body up and down, "so fuckin wet for me. I get this pussy wet?"
You mewl, "yes, just for you, please, Jungkook."
Jungkook doesn't verbally respond but lays a slap on your ass before pulling his own sweats down, dick slapping on his lower abdomen as precum heavily leaks from his red tip.
"Kook- wait. Is your coach in the gym?" Its been playing in your mind how someone could rock up and walk in on this Rendezvous.
"Nah, he left, and im tryna fuck so please, don't ask anymore questions." And his dick slowly enters your walls.
You moan at the stretch, "oh fuck!"
Jungkook completely pulls put before slamming back in and you can almost hear a whine when he fully fills your tight walls and it makes you clench.
Your intertwined moans fill the room along with smacking noises from Jungkooks lower abdomen meeting your ass.
The sex is impeccable and makes you lose your arch, something Jungkook isn't too happy about. He lays a slap on your ass and proceeds to grab you by your hair to set your arch, as his sweaty hair clouds his vision.
"Arch your fucking back!" Holy shit did you almost let up there. Jungkooks dominance always turns you on so bad and you internally want him to get rougher and rougher one of these days
The coil turning in your stomach makes you reach down with one hand to rub your clit and call upon your release.
"Oh- my Gosh, I'm gonna fucking cum, Kook!" You whine.
Jungkooks thrusts get sharper and harder, meeting your g-spot and you're screaming maniac. "Holy shit- yes,yes,yes! Right there, Kook, right there!" Jungkook meets your expectations and hits your gspot continuously and you're left with weak fingers coaxing your release.
"Cum, baby. All over this cock." You soon cum undone all over his cock and jungkook moans at the way you moan his name when you've orgasmed.
Chasing his own release, he only coaxes it as he goes even harder and makes you overwhelmed, so your hand meets his and you try to prop off his dick.
"Jungko- fuck stop!" But he doesn't.
"I'm gonna cum- let me cum, don't run!" Jungkook breathlessly thrusts and thrust until his milking your pussy and the messy mix trails down your thighs.
"Holy shit." Your head is thrown on jungkooks chest and jungkook lays loving kisses on your shoulder, murmuring apologies for not stopping.
"I'm sorry, okay? I'll stop next time."
" it's okay, Kook. just wanna sleep..that was so good." He chuckles at your tiredness and only silently cleans you up.
When you're all set and done, jungkook leads your sleepy figure to the car and places you in the backseat but it's unfamiliar to you so you struggle in his arms to sit with him in the front.
"Baby, go to sleep you're tired. Sleep in the backseat."
"No. Let me go." And he does, carefully putting you in place, and buckling you up.
"You're such a stubborn girl." That's what he says when he coupes up in his seat.
Your lazy reply, "your stubborn girl." Forgetting how you got here in the first place.
Jungkook smiles at you before driving into the night, whispering a subtle, "I love you." But you hear it and hopes he hears your mantra of love back.
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Do not copy my work. I'll find you.
Thank My Lucky Stars
Pairing: bts ot7 × fem reader
Word Count: 2,685
Summary: You're on your period and the boys do everything they can to make you feel better.
Warnings: mentions of menstrual cycle (I honestly dk if periods need warnings? But better safe than sorry), menstrual cramps, reader goes through extreme mood swings but mostly just fluff.
A/N: Honestly, I started my period two days ago and was wishing that I had a bf to take care of me and stuff, and the next thing I knew, this fic wrote itself. It's definitely very self-indulgent lol, and basically everything the reader does is what I've did so far lmao. I hope this fic makes you atleast half as happy as it made me! P.S. It's been a ridiculously long time since I've written, and it's my first time writing for bangtan, so go easy on me!
Today was just another day. You wake up from your bed, feeling fatigued. Ugh, why does my body ache all over, you think to yourself, getting up from the bed as you stretch. You feel the tell tale sign of cramps in your abdomen, but dismiss it immediately, as your period wasn't due for the next two weeks. You brush your teeth and wander out of your room mindlessly, wondering what the boys were up to.
You find Taehyung in the living room, watching TV. “Good morning,” he says with a smile as you flop down on the couch next to him. “morning,” you grunt back. Taehyung, being the cuddly person he is, wraps his arm around you like he usually does, only for you to shrug him off. “Aw, why won't you let me hold you?” he whines, pouting at you. “Sorry Tae, but I'm not feeling good.” “Then it's the perfect time for cuddles! It's bound to make you feel better! C’mere” he says as he drapes himself over you again but you end up wrenching himself out of his grip, looking mad. “I said I wasn't in the mood for cuddles, Taehyung!” You yell at him. Taehyung flinches and looks hurt. Realising what you just did, you thought to yourself, Damn, why did I just snap at Tae like that? He didn't do anything wrong, he was just being his usual self. What's wrong with me? “Tae, I'm sorry-” but before you could finish your sentence Taehyung runs off to his room and slams it shut. You smack yourself for hurting Tae as you slumped back onto the couch.
You just sit there for a while until Hobi tapped you on your shoulder. “Y/N-ah?” You snap out of your thoughts.“What?” you bark at him. “Are you feeling alright?” “Why wouldn't I be?” you ask, slightly irate. “It's just that I went to your room and saw the covers stained.” he says softly. Oh. That's why I've been testy all morning. But it wasn't supposed to arrive until two weeks later! Ugh, I hate this. “I know that you would have cleaned it up already if you had noticed, but since you didn't, I'm assuming you didn't see.” “Yeah” you looked down, embarrassed. “Sorry you had to see that.” Hobi lifts up your chin. “Hey, don't apologise. It's just your period, something which you naturally go through. You don't have to feel bad about it, okay?” You nod. “Good. Now you should probably freshen up. Go to the bathroom, I'll bring you some clothes and a pad. Which one do you need?” “I can get it myself-” Hobi shushes you. “Shower. Now. I'll get you what you need.” “Oh-kaayyyyyy bossy pants.” You give him a mock salute before walking off. He smiles at you, relieved that your period hasn't ruined your sense of humour.
In the bathroom, you turn on the shower and let it wash away all your worries, sighing appreciatively at how good the hot water felt against you. Then you hear a knock. “Y/N? I brought you your stuff.” You momentarily turn off the shower and slightly open the door, to reveal Hobi holding out your clothes, his face promptly averted from the door. You retrieve them from his hand. “Thank you Hobi!” you say and move to close the door, but he stops you. “Wait! You didn't tell me which pad you wanted, and you didn't have any left in your supply either, so I just bought a pack in every variant from your usual brand.” He says, and holds out a bag filled with pad packs of varying types. You find yourself internally going awww at his thoughtfulness, and after picking out what you need, you call out to him. “Hobi?” “Yeah?” “You're the best.” “Aw, it's nothing, Y/N. Now go shower!” He says and runs off, leaving you giggling in his wake.
After a nice hot shower, you change into a comfy hoodie and shorts, feeling significantly better than you did before. But that exact moment your cramps decide to hit you. “Ughhhhh”, you lean against the wall with a groan. Jungkook, who just woke up, spots you and rushes to support you. “Y/N! What happened? Are you alright?” he asks concernedly, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to steady you. “nnnnghhh. Period. Cramps.” you manage to croak out. “Oh no, that sucks,” he says as he gingerly picks you up. “Where do you wanna go?” “Room” you say, and bury your face in his chest. He slowly walks to your room, gently placing you on your bed and tucking you tightly under the covers. As he turns to leave, you grab his hand. “Stay, please? I don't wanna be alone.” He gives you a reassuring smile as he lies down next to you, gently rubbing your back, lulling you slowly to sleep.
You wake up to someone softly pushing your hair out of your face. Blinking open your eyes, you realise it's Jimin. “Hey. Did I wake you up?” “Yeah, but I don't mind. What's the time?” “About 11, I guess.” He kisses your forehead softly. “How are you feeling now?” “A little better, but still sore.” Jimin looks at you sadly, bummed that he can't do anything that'll make your pain go away. But he can distract you from it.
“I brought you something.” He holds out a box that you recognise as one from your favourite bakery. Your eyes light up in delight. “Hobi hyung told me you didn't have breakfast, so I got you your favourite black forest cake.” He opens the box and picking off a piece with a fork, he offers it to you. You eagerly open your mouth and chew it, suddenly realising that you were hungry. He feeds you about two pieces before declaring that was enough or else you wouldn't eat lunch. He wipes away the cake crumbs from your lips and grins widely at the content smile on your face. “What are you grinning at?” you ask him. “Nothing, it's just…. I like seeing you smile.” You blush and duck your head, feeling shy. “I love you, Chim.” you mumble softly. “I love you too, Y/N-ah.” He brings his forehead to yours, booping your nose softly with his.
“Y/N? Are you awake?” You recognise Tae’s voice. “Come in!” Taehyung shuffles into the room, looking uncharacteristically hesitant. Before he could say anything, you start, “Tae, I'm so sorry for snapping at you like that. I swear didn't mean to-” he cuts you off mid sentence by planting a soft kiss on your lips. “It's alright, Jungkookie told me. I understand. You don't have to apologise.” You shake your head. “I do, though. You were hurt and it's my fault. I feel bad about it. Can you forgive me, please?” He giggles, and pats your head. “There's nothing to forgive, silly. I'm not mad at you. I am claiming my cuddles though, Jungkook told me you let him hold you!” You chuckle, “Come here, you big baby.” He moves to get into the bed before stopping. “Oh crap, I forgot why I came here. Jin hyung told me to ask you if you wanna come for lunch or if he should bring it to you. What do you say?” You think for a moment before replying. “You know what, I'm kinda bored of sitting in my room. I'll come! Just gimme a few, I wanna make myself presentable.” Taehyung gives you a once-over. “What do you mean, presentable? You look pretty as always.” “Oh yeah, my ridiculous bedhead and baggy eyes are soooo pretty.” “I don't care, you still look pretty.” You realise he isn't just saying that to make you feel better, but rather that's how you look in his eyes, and your heart melts. “Okay fine, I'm coming. At least let me use the restroom.”
You trudge slowly through the house, Taehyung's hand around your back. Everyone else except Jin is already seated at the table, apparently waiting for you. Their concern is evident in their eyes, but they seem to be content with Taehyung walking with you, so they remain seated.
You settle down in your chair, which you find has some soft pillows placed on it. You look around the table to find Yoongi looking away as soon as you meet his eyes, cheeks turning just a little pink. You smile to yourself, not saying anything. At that moment, Jin comes from the kitchen, bringing out various dishes and sets them on the table, giving you a comforting smile. You catch a whiff of your favourite dishes: kimchi jjigae, samgyeopsal, japchae, fried chicken, along with a pint of chocolate ice cream. “Oh, Jin, you shouldn't have troubled yourself so much!” Jin just smirked. “What makes you think it’s for you? Maybe I just wanted to cook a nice meal.” You pout at him, which makes him chuckle. “Of course I was joking, Y/N-ie. They were specially made for you.” he says with a comforting smile. You sniff slightly, which didn't go unnoticed. Jin, after sitting next to you, places a hand over your thigh and gives it a soft squeeze as if to say, “You're never alone.” You push back the tears and give him a smile. He heaps a good amount of all the dishes on your plate, handing it to you with a wink. You immediately dig into the food, sighing at how delicious they are. “It's official. I think Jin might be my favourite. He surely knows the way to my heart.” you exclaim, only half-joking. You certainly didn't miss the way his ears turned a bright red, a telltale sign that he is flustered. The others pretend to clutch their chest in offence, and you just laugh at them.
After a wonderfully fulfilling lunch, you settle on the couch once more, only to groan when cramps hit you again. “Aish, why does it hurt so much?” you accidentally voice your thoughts out loud. Yoongi, who hears it, fetches some more pillows to place them around so that you can sit down more comfortably. Before you could tell him to sit with you, he walks off. You sigh softly, knowing that he isn't big on openly showing affection. You're surprised though, when you feel someone tap your shoulder, and turn around to find Yoongi. “Hey.” “Hey yourself.”
“I thought this might help with the pain, so I brought you this.” He hands you a hot water bottle. You smile at him, realising that he'd rather show you his love through his actions rather than just being all lovey-dovey. “Thank you, Yoongi.” You wrap your arms around his neck, at which he turns slightly pink, but he hugs you back all the same. “Can I sit with you for a while?” he asked, rubbing his neck. “I thought you'd never ask.” You pull him down onto the couch, leaning into his side.
A few hours later, after Yoongi left, saying that ‘his affection quota for the day has been deplenished’, you are staring into space, debating whether you should go back to bed, when Namjoon walks into the living room, holding a steaming cup of what seems to be chai, guessing from the aroma wafting towards you. “Hey! How come I'm the one who's sick, yet you're the one who gets chai? So not fair!” you say, giving him sad puppy dog eyes. You definitely didn't expect him to stop before you and hand you the cup. “If you had just waited a moment before jumping to conclusions, Y/N-ah, you would have realised that I made this chai for you!” Your eyes widen. “Are you telling me that, you, Kim Namjoon, cooked something, without setting the entire kitchen on fire?!” “Hey!” he looks chagrined, and gives you a soft punch on your arm. “Is that so hard to believe?” he asks. When you just raise your eyebrows in response, he relents. “Fiiiiine, I might have had a little help, but it was my idea, and I did do most of the work! And anyway, it's the thought that counts, right?” “....riiiight. I do appreciate the chai, though.” You take the cup from his hands and take a small, careful sip. “Ahhhh, you definitely did a good job Joon, I love it.” He flashes you his usual dimpled smile, which never fails to set your heart fluttering. You pat the seat next to you. “Sit with me?” “I will, but there's something I have to take care of first,” he says and walks away. You look after him quizzically, wondering what he could have meant.
Moments later, he returns with a couple of blankets, and your favourite book. He plops down next to you, and you automatically rest your head on his lap. He pulls the blankets around you, wrapping you like a burrito. Once he makes sure you're all settled, he starts reading the book out aloud. As much as you loved reading on your own, listening to Namjoon read, in his comforting voice, is something you never get tired of. He softly plays with your hair, just the way you like it, as he reads through the book. You purr like a content cat, feeling warm and satisfied, slowly falling asleep.
When you wake up, it's late in the evening, and you find yourself sandwiched comfortably between Hobi, on whose shoulder your head is resting, and Jin, who's softly massaging your feet. Yoongi and Namjoon are sprawled on either side of Jin and Hobi respectively, eyes glued to the television, but both their hands behind you. You look down to find Taehyung squished between your legs. I guess he claimed that cuddle after all. Jungkook and Jimin rest on either of your knees, fighting with Tae for space.
You look around at them and your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest because you don't know what you must have done in your previous life to find these seven men. You start sniffling without realising, and before long, tears start streaming down your face. Jin notices and immediately wipes away your tears, looking concerned. “Love, what happened? Does it hurt too much?” The rest of the guys turn towards you immediately, their features etched with worry. “I know you usually avoid pills, Y/N, but do you need some right now? They could help.” Namjoon offers. “Maybe you just need another hot water bottle.” Yoongi moves to go to the kitchen but stops when you grab his wrist. “No, no, I feel good and all, it's not that. I'm just…so happy.”
“Eh? Why are you crying then?” Taehyung asks, confused. You sniff, unable to look at them. “It's just, you guys are so unbelievably sweet and loving! No one has ever taken such good care of me before, especially during my period, so I'm a bit overwhelmed, but in a good way. I just don't know what I did to deserve such amazing and wonderful, not one, but seven boyfriends. I don't even deserve you guys.” you start crying all over again.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Hobi rubs your shoulder soothingly. “Don't ever think that you're not worth all this, okay? You deserve everything, sunshine. You're the most beautiful, gentle, kind and caring person we've met, and frankly, we don't know how you manage to put up with all of our chaos!”
“Yes, Y/N, hyung is right! We are the lucky ones!” Jungkook exclaimed, giving you his doe eyes and bunny smile.
“We love you so much, Y/N-ah. Don't you ever forget that.” says Jimin, as he places a kiss on your thigh.
“I love you guys too. So much. You have no idea how much.”
“Oh, I think we have some idea,” Tae says, giving you his signature wink as you laugh and pull all of them into a huge cuddle. You close your eyes and savour the feeling of being surrounded by your loved ones, and thank your lucky stars for bringing them to you.
Good morning! I have drafts made already for the stories mentioned in the poll, though Yoongi is clearly the winner for this week, I’m itching to do the Namseok story😭. Thank y’all sm for voting, the google form might come sooner than November🤭. Ily -dubu
Virgo’s Groove // knj (preview)
pairing: dom!namjoon x fem!reader
genre: hard smut, drabble
warnings: you’ll see when it comes out 🕴🏾
note: I miss my man so last post of the year! Thank you all so much for supporting me and my writing I pray you have an abundant and peaceful new year! anyways enjoy lovelies. -dubu♡
You turned over in your bed annoyed that you were spending this Sunday night alone. You let out a frustrated huff, slapping your weighted comforter like it was the reason for your conundrum. You missed your fiancé.
Namjoon was out with his friends for a boy’s night and you were lonely to say the least. You tried doing skincare, watching a movie, and maybe even masturbating once or twice.
Nothing satisfied you, you threw your toy back in the drawer, thinking of what Joonie could be doing to you. His fingers trailing down your body, his pillow soft lips kissing your weakest spots, and the way he’d whisper the nastiest words in your ear.
Ugh, I’m gonna text him. You thought out loud, grabbing your phone from his side of the bed. You turned over to lay on your stomach, tapping his icon in your messages.
I miss you Joonie. Your heart palpitated at your first attempt of persuasion, following your message with a handful of hearts. The bubble message popping up immediately showing he was typing.
What’s wrong baby? He sat his drink on the bar, tapping his ring covered finger to the rhythm of the blues song playing in the background. His friends were laughing loudly, clearly inebriated in the laid-back space.
You placed the phone in front of you, snapping a close range selfie that intentionally showed your low cut top in frame. Just need you home Daddy, you captioned the photo sending it quickly. You needed to get him home, the feeling between your legs wasn’t going to dissipate.
His eyes widened slightly at your message, smirking at his phone in delight. He looked over his shoulder at a table near the window, eyeing his group of buzzing degenerates. His phone began to vibrate in his hand, your face and name covering his screen.
“Princess?” He answered deeply, clearing his throat of the desperation that lingered in the shadows.
“Baby come over…” you whined charmingly, laying your head on the cold comforter. Listening to his breathing through the phone you patiently waited for an answer, smiling when you heard shuffling and the distance sound of goodbyes.
“On my way.”
Valentine // knj
I blinked and suddenly I had a valentine…♪
pairing: dom!rm x f!reader
genre: sfw, fluff, drabble
word count: 0.7k
warnings: fluff if you hate fluff
note: Have a lovely Valentine’s Day darlings ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ -dubu♡
“Y/N,” you stirred slowly in your bed, turning over to fall back into deep rem. “Baby, wake up.” You felt two large hands grip your hips, softly urging you to roll over onto your back. You groaned into your pillow, begrudgingly moving to face the culprit.
“Hmmm,” you hummed rubbing your eyes aggressively, letting them adjust to the streams of sunlight penetrating your shared bedroom.
“Surprise!!” A beaming Namjoon said happily. He stood beside you holding a tray of assorted fruit and a coffee, surprisingly making it to your room without spilling anything.
You noticed the pink heart shaped balloon tied to the handle of the brown serving tray. Giggling as you finally found yourself fully conscious. You lifted your arms from under your weighted comforter, stretching them wildly before reaching towards your lover.
Namjoon sat the tray on your bedside table, sitting comfortably next to your waiting frame. You sat up giddily wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. He reciprocated contently squeezing your body against his. He pulled away attacking your face with a bundle of feather-light kisses.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you muttered your voice still groggy with sleep.
“And happy anniversary my love,” he said warmly. You smiled at the not so distant memory of Namjoon asking to be your boyfriend last year. An easy yes for any sane suitor of such a golden man.
“So lame,” you teased poking his dimples. He feigned hurt placing a hand over his chest in shock. Pinning you to the bed suddenly, he smiled as you let out a huff.
“But you love it,” he said leaning down to plant a trail of kissing down your neck. You relished in the feeling of his lips, sighing when he left a lingering kiss on your collarbone.
“Hey, at least let me have breakfast first” you whined, trying to wiggle your way from under your boyfriend. He laughed at your foiled attempts to escape before letting you go.
“I’ll go wash up,” you said grabbing a strawberry from a plate on the tray. Turning to Namjoon and feeding him one. He pressed a kiss to the palm of your hand, exiting the room swiftly.
Your feet padded softly on the carpet as you walked into your bathroom. Not expecting to see a gift basket of new toiletries waiting for you atop the counter. You squealed seeing the cutely decorated items.
You felt beyond lucky to have someone as thoughtful as Joon. He regularly made you feel special in ways that once felt unattainable. You began brushing your teeth, humming the lyrics to whatever came to mind.
The thought of Namjoon sneaking around to prepare little things for you sending a love surge through your body. I’ve rejected affection for years and years, you sang in your head. Pushing away the sporadic thoughts of resentment for past relationship mistakes.
The thoughts rarely crossed your mind anymore. Namjoon is the last one you’ll ever kiss, and truly love deeply. You washed your face gently, before hanging the towel on its respective rack. Having the privilege of learning and growing together has changed your life for the better.
You make your way down the long hallway, seeing the light of the kitchen shine in the corridor. As you crossed over into the kitchen you found Namjoon leaning against the counter. A wrapped bouquet of wildflowers sat graciously in his hand. Your eyes widened at the sentiment, rushing over to embrace him.
He quickly moved the flowers to the counter, fearing they’d get squished between you. After a string of I love you’s and a never ending hug, you began to gush about your other gift. Thanking him for the small details he always remembers. He tilted his head curiously, smiling down at you. “What?” You asked confused, wiping at your cheek as if something were there.
“Nothing, you’re just beautiful.” He confessed admirably, grabbing your hand from your cheek and placing another kiss to your palm. You felt your heartbeat racing, wondering how you got caught in a romance with him somehow. He looked so pretty all you could do was blush.
“I love you,” he mumbled against your lips, sending a shock through your bones. The thought of losing him causing a pain in your chest. You pulled away to catch your breath, running a hand along his shaved head.
“Now, we have dinner tonight at 8.” He said running to the living room. You jogged behind him excitedly, trying to meet his long strides.
“So don’t forget to wear this,” he beamed proudly, handing you a heart covered gift bag containing a dress.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
THIS IS A MASTERPIECE RIGHT HERE ! ! !
the angst is so great that i had a tear slide down a bit 🥹... i really felt my heart ache at those last words :(
tbh, i did kinda expected it already that reader would've given namjoon his freedom after finding out they were soulmates. i mean, after all that talk he did about it...but what i DIDNT expect was for reader to actually CUT their string off 😭. i thought that reader would have just avoided namjoon after, not actually do the deed 😭😭😭, like that shit really hurts... i should have known from the title 😔.
anyways namjoon, you finally got your freedom. i hope you're happy... (my heart ACHES for them 😭)
Cut
Namjoon always hated soulmates
Namjoon had always believed soulmates were the dumbest thing this world ever came up with. He remembers when he first learned the concept in fifth grade - his teacher was gushing about how perfect soulmates were for each other, how no one could understand someone like their fated mate, how utterly amazing the gift of soulmates were.
As a ten-year-old, Namjoon sat at his desk nearly gagging over his teacher’s words.
How could being forced to love someone be a gift? How is having your freedom stripped away from you a blessing?
He didn’t understand it then and as he grew older, Namjoon only became more convinced soulmates were a nightmare disguised as a daydream. It all seemed so fake, so artificial that he couldn’t help but speak out about it every chance he got.
While a majority of people looked at him like he was crazy, there were a handful who agreed with his positions, causing the young adult to form a close-knit bond with them. The small group often went to Chosen parties - secret meetings of other nonbelievers - and discussed their beliefs, frequently hooking up with people they found attractive.
The sex was a thrill in itself, but the taboo nature of it was what really drove Namjoon wild. There was something so free about being entangled within the throes of passion with someone he’ll never see again. It was a fresh start every time - a new beginning.
He couldn’t comprehend how someone could be satisfied with one person for the entirety of their life. It would get so repetitive, so bland.
No, his way was certainly the way to go.
It was because of one of these hookups he stumbled into class late one day, hair in a bird’s nest and clothes wrinkled beyond reason. Snickers had broken out as soon as he stepped foot into the lecture room, but he hadn’t paid it any attention, more worried about his professor’s reaction to his tardiness.
This particular professor was pretty laid back, so she simply raised an eyebrow before telling him to take his seat.
His usual spot had been taken so he lumbered to a chair in the back of the large room, plopping his bag down by a girl he’d never seen before.
She laughed slightly at his appearance to which Namjoon glared slightly.
“Looks like someone’s soulmate is a bit wild,” she said lowly, smiling at him kindly.
At this, Namjoon rolled his eyes.
“I wouldn’t know. Never met her,” he replied coolly, watching as realization dawned on the girl’s face.
“Oh,” she replied, looking a bit like she didn’t know what to say to that.
“Got a problem?” Namjoon snaps.
He was much too worn out to be judged.
The girl shook her head.
“No. I was just a bit caught off guard is all. But anyway, you didn’t miss much. If you read the first few pages of chapter twelve, you’ll be all caught up,” she said, smiling politely before turning her attention back on the teacher.
And thus began an interesting friendship. The girl, YN her name was, turned out to be a devout believer in the supposed magic that was soulmates. But instead of Namjoon’s intense hatred of the concept making her uncomfortable, she allowed him to rant as often as he wanted to.
YN was always open and happy, balancing out Namjoon’s more somber personality. They could read each other well, always being able to tell when something was wrong with the other.
Weeks turned into months and friendship turned into a crush, Namjoon growing to like YN more and more each day.
It terrified him. He’d never held any other emotion but lust for a girl. The man never slid into fantasies about holding hands or going on cute dates, about snuggling up for a movie or coming home to her smiling face after a long day.
His fear only deepened knotting day approached. The day occurred once a year and marked the arrival of the soulmate strings. Every pair of soulmates who had met in the last year would find themselves tied to their partner with a thin red string.
Namjoon was worried that YN had met her match, that she’d be mated and his silly dreams would shatter around him as she waltzed off with whatever lucky bastard she’d been destined for.
It made him angry, so angry he forced himself to go to another Chosen party on Knotting Eve, ignoring YN’s request to wait for the clock to hit midnight together.
At midnight, Namjoon was lost in the haze of some leggy redhead he’d barely met.
At midnight, Namjoon failed to notice the pesky little string tying itself around his pinky.
Half past midnight, YN’s excitement over meeting her soulmate turned to bitter dread as her string led her to the familiar door of Namjoon’s small apartment. Her heart cracked in half when soft moaning could be heard wafting through the thin walls as Namjoon groaned out the name of some girl who certainly wasn’t her.
It was like she couldn’t breathe. YN’s head swam as the night blurred together, the girl staggering and nearly falling to the ground.
She barely made it to her house as tears blinded her, her lungs unable to take in enough air to breathe.
Out of all the people in the world, it had to be Namjoon. Namjoon, who hated his soulmate for existing. Namjoon, who always teased her for her rose-colored view of the world. Namjoon, who had more lovers than she could count on both hands.
Two hours of crying and she knew what she had to do.
The only way he’d ever be happy was if she was gone. Completely out of the picture.
With strong resolve, YN makes her decision.
The next morning, Namjoon wakes up to an empty bed and a text from YN.
Dear Joonie,
I am so sorry. A million years could go by and I’d never be able to tell you how sorry I am. These last few months of getting to know you have truly been a blessing, my own little slice of paradise. Even though we were fire and ice, I’ve always been so glad I met you. I’m sorry you’re stuck in a system you hate so much, but the good thing is you won’t have to worry about it anymore. Consider it a gift.
I know this is all you’ve ever wanted. I’m glad I can give it to you!
Happy Knotting Day, Namjoon! Mark it as the day you truly received your freedom!
With love,
Your soulmate,
YN
It’s only then the man notices the limp grey string dangling haplessly from his finger, the end curled and frayed.
Victory | namjoon
➭ summary: in which Namjoon is a wolf hybrid who has a dark past with humans that ultimately landed him in a boxing ring, so he tries his very hardest to hate every single one of them. Even his mate, who happens to be a human nurse who works for the boxing ring. But everything changes when he finds you bleeding out with marks all around you..
➭genre: hybrid x reader, drabble, angst, mate au
➭warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of killing, he gets protective real quick, hybrid abuse, a couple had words, the ending…
➭note: finals week Tuesday. i hate everything
“You’re winner, by knockout. RM!” Muffled cheers filled his stiff bloody wolf ears as the announcer dramatically swung his arm in the air.
No one cared about the other unconscious hybrid who was in a pool of his own blood on the other side of the cage. RM didn’t either. It wouldn’t be the first time he would have killed someone in the ring. The only thing he cared about was victory. The victory that would land him dinner and a day off.
Despite it being in his stage name, RM wasn’t a monster. He wasn’t always like this. He used to care about other things before he was shoved into the cage. Forced to entertain and damage himself and other for human entertainment.
RM spit out a wad of blood that had gathered in his mouth. He didn’t smile at the cheers, because they weren’t necessarily for him. It was for the people who had won money from bets.
“Alright let’s go.” A nasty shriveled male voice told him over the screams as he was yanked by the air and dragged by two men with vest and face masks to his room.
RM thought they were bold for their harsh movements. He had just beaten a lion hybrid to a plump, surely he could take them out. They should respect him. But the taser had boosted their ego. Tasers did damage, especially after a bloody match. That was the only thing stopping RM from clawing their face off as they shoved him in his small room.
Unlike when he lost, he was put in a room with lights. There was a semi-comfortable bed and old tv. That’s what winners get. A bed, tv and dinner. Losers get a dark black cold space where you sit and are placed on a list till a nurse sees you.
Since this was RM’s fifth win in a row he was placed higher on the list and his nurse came only thirty minutes later.
He could smell you as you came down the hall. Your calm and sweet scent filled his nostrils rather quickly. It always stood out from the other nurses. One of the reasons were that unlike you, other nurses hated treating such a beast like himself. They always smelled nervous and afraid.
Of course another main reason was that your scent was stronger than anyone else’s to him. Simply because you were his mate. There was no other way around it. His wolf had practically screamed it at him the first time you came to treat him. He’d never forget the upset and startled look on your face when he had suddenly jumped away from you with a growl.
You didn’t treat him that day, but he made a promise to never frighten you again. Instead he’d stay still while you treated him, answering your questions about his lungs or feet when you needed him too. It started a habit of you blabbering to him, either about his match or things on your mind. Human Namjoon wouldn’t admit it, but something inside calmed him whenever you spoke. There was a sense of calmness from you that transferred to him whenever you talked for to long.
Which was exactly what you did the minute you entered the room.
“Good evening, Namjoon.” You said with a sweet voice as you peeked your head through the door. Once you saw his familiar muscular build you came in, shutting the door.
He silently bowed to you, something in him telling him to be respectful. Like everyone else you had a taser on you but never used it. For you, it was as if it wasn’t attached to your hip. And unlike everyone else, you didn’t call him RM. You called him his actual name. How you found out he didn’t know.
“Congrats on the win.” You said once your light body hit the edge of the bed. “I heard a bunch of people doubting you. That you could never get up to five wins in a row, especially against a lion hybrid.” Your voice was mocking as you playfully rolled your eyes at whoever you were talking about.
“But I didn’t doubt you..” there was proudness in your tone and your words made him tense. He shouted at his wolf not to dance because of your praise. “You know you could beat the record for most wins in a row. It’s only seven.”
It was always weird how you were so comfortable about the fact that he almost tortured people for a living. So comfortable around him when he had almost killed a man a half hour ago.
He always wondered how you got yourself mixed into the mess. You could have been a doctor with your skills. So why weren’t you?
He tried not to dwell to much on you. Caring for humans almost killed him. He couldn’t make the same mistake, even if you were different.
“I can’t believe they haven’t gotten you your dinner yet.” You stated as you treated his knuckles. He didn’t flinch at the alcohol that poured onto his cuts before your wrapped it.
“Anything hurt? Teeth? Lungs? Feet? Legs? Tail?” You asked him routinely as you held up a water bottle. Without asking, Namjoon opened his mouth as you poured the water into his mouth. He stared at you curiously as you filled some water in his mouth before stopping.
He didn’t swallow it, swishing the water around his sore mouth before spitting it into a plastic cup that you were now holding. Water and a bit of blood came back.
“No pain.” He spoke for the first time, his voice coming back rough and deep as you hummed. “That’s a relief.” You whispered and he looked down, trying to keep his emotions in check. Why did you care so much about his condition? Probably because he was making you money no less.
“I’ll cry the day you break a bone.” You huffed and his ears twitched. You had been saying things that hinted you cared about him lately. He didn’t believe you, not for a second. But it still caught him off guard. And somehow, he did not like the thought of your beautiful doe eyes being red from crying. He’d have to be extra careful.
“Why would you cry?” He couldn’t help but ask. You were a nurse for God’s sake. You even treated the people he beat. Why would him breaking a bone be so horrible?
“I don’t know, I’ve never been good with seeing friends or people I know hurt. My dad came home with a broken leg once and I almost threw up.” You answered unfazed by his sudden interest. But this made him more curious. Friend? Were they friends? Maybe he was overreacting.
You talked about your dad sometimes. Not a bunch but more than you talked about your mother, which surprised him since you were so girlish and respectful. Who taught you that if not a mother?
“This’ll hurt.” You state before putting some alcohol on a cut that was on his forehead. It stung a little, but he didn’t flinch. He just watched your concentrated face as you worked your magic. He could admit that you were pretty, but even pretty humans couldn’t be trusted.
“I don’t know why but, I feel more comfortable around you than the other hybrids. Like, warm and fuzzy.. Is that weird?” You suddenly spoke as you planted a small bandaid on the cut.
Namjoon didn’t answer, instead he just looked away shamefully. No, it wasn’t weird. It was because they were mates. They were bonding. Namjoon had let his guard down and bonded with his human mate.
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Two days later, he got his sixth win.
There were louder cheers when he won this match. He could tell people were getting more hype the more he fought. Your words came back to him. The thought of beating the record on everyone’s minds. The bullied rookie no longer stood. People no longer booed when he won. They screamed and blasted confetti. He didn’t know why, but he had become a fan favorite.
But still, you were his biggest fan of them all. You practically came skipping into the room forty minutes after the win. He could smell your excitement down the hall, but something else he could sense in your smell.
Another hybrid. Male. Lion.
His wolf hated it. He hated it. The smell made his nose burn and the thought of some other hybrid being all over his mate made his jaw clench. Especially a Lion.
“Good evening, superstar.” You greeted him with a smile, despite his nasty expression. “Everyone’s talking about you breaking the record. No pressure but I’d be big if you do. Just one more and you’ll tie and that’s already a huge accomplishment.” You we’re quick to ramble this time as you sat at the edge of the bed.
He hesitated to meet you at the edge like usual. He’d go crazy if he smelt more lion. You noticed and frowned as you looked at him with a confused expression.
“You stink.” He answered your wordless question with in a rough and disgusted tone. He could fight through a lot of things (literally) but not this. It was actually starting to make him ill in the chest.
“I took a shower this morning..” you mumbled to yourself taking your confused eyes away from him to look down at your visible skin.
You wore a tight pink shirt and paired it with a medium length white skirt that somehow wasn’t stained. A skinny black belt held it all together that matched the flats you wore. No wonder a lion had scented you. He bit the inside of his injured cheek in rage. Someone had marked you their territory.
“No. Like lion.” He clarified in a deep voice. He couldn’t let you be walking around here with everyone thinking you belonged to someone you didn’t.
“Oh.” You chirped as if suddenly realizing something. You had forgotten hybrids keen sense of smell. “Jay was extra close today..” you uttered. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Extra close his ass. He seemed to be all over you.
“If it bothers you that much…you have permission to scent me.” You suddenly offer in a low voice as he watched blush creep up to your cheeks. He doesn’t know why you offered, or how you even know that’s what he wanted to do. But he doesn’t take a second to think about it.
He scoots himself so his directly behind you while you’re at the edge of the bed. He wraps his arms around you and settles his interlocks hands on your stomach. He hesitates before taking in the little of your original smell that he can sense before planting his face on your neck.
He sits there for a while. He can obviously feel how nervous you had become so he takes a while to let you cool down. He lets himself get lost in the warm feeling of holding you like a mate should. He gets lost in the fantasy that maybe things can work. And when he notices that you’ve calmed down too, he begins to nuzzle his face into your neck.
He can sense how shy your getting but he moves slow not going lower than your shoulders until he finally forced himself to move away.
What the fuck was he doing? Snuggling up to some human girl he didn’t even know. Human girls like you abused him every chance they got. Did he forget about the taser locked to your side. How could his wolf betray him like this? How could he put himself in danger? You worked for the boxing ring that abused his kind. As sweet and innocent as you seemed, you couldn’t be that innocent.
He sat there in silence for the rest of the check up in silence. For the first time he didn’t listen to you rambling about the match or your childhood stories.
He was trying to fix the damage he had caused.
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Two days later he got his seventh win in a row.
He knew you would be thrilled and despite everything, he was looking forward to your praise. He knew you would be proud of him, even if he didn’t officially past the record yet.
At one point in the match he started fighting for you rather than his survival. His mind was stuck on you the entire match. Once he felt like he was losing, he thought about how disappointed you would be in him. How much you were rooting for him and wanted him to succeed. How much he needed to see you happy again. That was enough to have him win the match.
And when his opponent had the audacity to land a punch on his stomach… He killed him.
And like any other time. He didn’t care. He cared about the victory. And he would do it again if he had to.
He was so wrapped up in his own mind that he hadn’t realized a unfamiliar person had made their way to his room until the person knocked on the door.
His body stiffened.
You never knock on the door. You poked your head through first, but never full on knocked. He always wondered why you don’t. It was almost like you knew that he knew about your presence.
Something snapped in him when he realized your sweet scent was no where to he found. Instead someones terrified scent replaced you and it made him crazy. He knew your schedule. Including you, there were only three nurses. You worked the days he fought, another nurse worked the days he didn’t. And another nurse for the weekends.
You were scheduled today so where were you? He asked himself angrily.
“Where’s Y/N?” He asked in a firm and deep voice. Not giving the person any permission to enter.
“I-I don’t know. She didn’t show up today.” The female voice answers in a shaky tone. This doesn’t make him any less angrier or anxious. “I’m subbing till she shows up.”
You were missing. You had disappeared and instead of looking for you they replaced you with some weak idiot. He quickly got worried and protective. Wherever you were you needed to get found now. And he wasn’t counting on humans to find you. With their horrible sense it would take days to find you and he wasn’t willing to go that long without knowing you were okay. Not after he let his wolf bond with you.
Despite it being forbidden to leave the room, and he would most liking be spotted by the hundreds of cameras he quickly decided he had to find you himself. He didn’t care about the victory anymore. He didn’t care about breaking the record. He cared about you.
He stood up from the bed and it was easy for him to swing open the locked door, not even having to use his claws to tar through the lock. The woman’s eyes widen in shock when his tall huff figure was suddenly in front of her.
“Use that taser and your dead by the time the buzzing stops.” He threatens her with a low and assertive tone. He doesn’t give the poor nurse time to reply. He knew he scared her enough and with how shaky her hands were she would probably miss him anyways.
Now, he just had to find you before they found him.
Despite it being one of the biggest illegal hybrid boxing organizations, the building was small. There were three levels, the main level, the security/employee level and the basement. The basement consisted of the loser rooms and mostly plumbing and electrical wires. The security system and employee work stations were the highest level. The main level consisted of the main area and the winner rooms.
And then there was outside.
Somewhere Namjoon and the other prisoners were forbidden. It was impossible to make it outside anyways. The guards that had guns instead of taser, combined with the electric fence made it clear that anyone who tried to escape would be dealt with.
Namjoon had heard many stories about great fighters who died trying to escape. The place made hybrids insane. But the only thing that seemed to make Namjoon insane was the fact that you were missing. He would step outside if you were there.
Namjoon had just gotten done searching most of the first floor when he smells it. Your scent. It’s faint and sour but it’s you. Something in him tells him to follow it.
Now, it’s a race. A race for Namjoon to find you before they capture him. Because he knows that by now they have noticed him frantically searching everywhere for you on the camera. A huge wolf hybrid roaming around was sure to catch eyes.
He follows the scent, desperate to find out what was wrong and it leads him to the basement. This was his least favorite place to be, but he quickly enters anyways.
There’s an open hallway that leads to the loser cage, and to the right leads him to all the plumbing. Despite how horrible it smelt, your scent got stronger.
His ears perk when he can now smell blood in your scent. Pools of blood. Your scent isn’t just sour anymore, he can smell your fear. It was so strong it felt like your scent was calling out to him.
He quickly changes his pace from speed walking, to fill on sprinting down the hallway and to the right. The plumbing room is more like a corner it’s so small, so he quickly sees your bloody figure laid flat on the floor.
His face turns red as his heart thumps and for the first time in years he’s feels like he might die. He can barely breathe and his body becomes shaky.
He quickly runs to you, plopping down on his knees and taking you in his lap. He can see your face now, which is dangerously pale and filled with scars and bruises.
You can barely lift up your eyes to look at him, but when you do a small painful smile makes it’s way to your face. “Joon…” you manage to say in a shaky voice.
“Who did this? I need a name, a species, a smell for fucks sake.” He growls and he doesn’t realize he is in tears till one falls on your face.
“Please, don’t do anything crazy.” You plead when you see the absolute rage and heartbreak expression on his face, his hands wrapping around you tighter as he holds you close.
“I have already,” he states again to your confused face and he swallows a lump in his throat before answering. “I accepted you as my mate.” He reveals with a shaky voice.
Your eyes widen and you slowly lift up your hand to caress his face and wipe his tears. He grabs your hand, bringing it to his chest. “So tell me, who did this to you so they can hurt as much as they hurt us.” He says again and you open your mouth to reply to him but something behind him quickly steals your attention.
You let out a gasp as your eyes widen and filled with terror. Just as he realizes a bunch of heavy footsteps have made their way into the small space you yell.
“No, wait! Please! He didn’t do it—!“
Before you can explain and anyone can take in your words, three tranquilizer darts are suddenly shot into Namjoon’s back.
His body stills and tenses up before his eyes roll to the back of his head and he collapses into your blood pool.
Your cries are the last thing you both hear before the world turns black and cold.
BTS FICS I RECOMMEND YOU TO READ
OT7 x Reader /Poly x Reader
Series
~A~
Can't Wait To See You Again (12/?) Back Home (11/?) (from @alexlwrites) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
Temporary Home (1/?) (from AwkwardGoose on AO3) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
~B~
Ruin me, Pretty please (from @bangtanflirt) [COMPLETE] {Jimin x Reader x Jungkook}
Void (7,5/?) (from @btssavedmylifeblr) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
Safe and Sound (8/?) (from @bearr02) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
Our Own World (10/?) (from @bangfantanfic) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
My Bestfriend (from Belongs_to_BTS7 on WATTPAD) [COMPLETE] {Maknae Line x Reader}
Paranormal (14/?) (from Betty on QUOTEV) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
Everything falls into place (from @blog-name-idk) [COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
By chance (from BTS_Mommy on AO3)[COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
~D~
Guys that I'd kind of be into (11/?) (from @daisilyreadywriter) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
Enchanted to meet you (10/?) (from @ditttiii) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
~F~
My Beautiful Neighbor (7/?) (from futuristic on QUOTEV) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
YouTube. Thanks to youtube (5/?) (from Fanfic for LIFE on QUOTEV) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
~H~
Neighbors (3/?) (from @honey-andmilktea) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
Love Paradise (4/?) (from HobiSun on QUOTEV) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
~I~
Seven With You (18/?) (from imaho4leeknow on QUOTEV) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
~J~
Armed to the Fangs (12/?) (from @jingabitch) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
Fangirl (6/?) (from @jellycrusher) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
~K~
My First Concert (5/?) (from benzine on QUOTEV) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
~L~
7 hybrids moved in with me (7/?) (@lillsisamarshmallow) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
~M~
Wrecked Melody (2/?) (from MalfoyEtBlack13 on AO3) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
Lost In The Lights (3/?) (from @makingmeagirlwithluv) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
~N~
Combined beings (from @numinousher) [COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
Isolation (from @nomimits7) [COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
Gamer (5/?) (from nini on QUOTEV) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
Tickets to Paradise (6/?) (Nenya_KJ on AO3) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
~O~
Giving a Hand (from orphan_account on AO3) [COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
~P~
Heartbeat (2/?) (from @pasteljeon) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
Time to Shine (18/?) (from pirateswaan on AO3) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
~R~
I Wanna Be Yours (7/?) (from @rmsrkive) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
~S~
Emerald Gem (1/?) (from @sweetlyskz) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
The Share House (22/?) (from svrcegi on WATTPAD) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
Sweet Dreams (from Sammie on QUOTEV) [COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
Bangtan's NDA (3/?) (from serendipityjiminnie on AO3) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
~T~
Appartment Game (8/?) (from @softiejoon) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
The curious move on to Appartment 27 (15,5/?) (from @sor-vette) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
Just a Taste (11.2/?) (from @taeyohonic) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
Reflection : Her (17/?) (from thatgirlhan on QUOTEV) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
~Y~
Let the light in (2/?) (from @yoonnvrs) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
All started with an interview (1/?) (from yoki on QUOTEV) [NOT COMPLETE] {OT7 x Reader}
Kim Namjoon /RM x Reader
Series
~A~
I Trusted You (from athinaayline on WATTPAD) [COMPLETE]
~F~
Plastic Heart (from @fresh-outta-jams) [COMPLETE]
~H~
Pretty Boy (from hanibbalistic on WATTPAD) [COMPLETE]
~K~
Study Session (from @knamjooned) [COMPLETE]
Frenemies ; The Clumsy Soulmate (from knjmyg on QUOTEV) [COMPLETE]
~N~
Cell Phone (from Nicholas_EC on WATTPAD) [COMPLETE]
~S~
Trust me please (1/?) (from @sugarwithtea) [NOT COMPLETE]
Translating for BTS (from SillyAnahi on WATTPAD) [COMPLETE]
Tease (from shininq_stxrs on WATTPAD) [COMPLETE]
Park Jimin /Jimin x Reader
Series
~F~
Youtuber (from fairiesmin on WATTPAD) [COMPLETE]
~N~
Mr. Flirt (1/?) (from @newcaptainofsquad9) [NOT COMPLETE]
~S~
Nevermind (3/?) (from @strawbearytae) [NOT COMPLETE]
Jeon Jungkook /Jungkook x Reader
Series
~A~
Golden Love (3/?) (from Alixx on QUOTEV) [NOT COMPLETE]
~B~
Foreigner (1/?) (from BaeyaChi on WATTPAD) [NOT COMPLETE]
~G~
A Spring Full of You (2/?) (from girlandmermaid1 on WATTPAD) [NOT COMPLETE]
Oh my trouble (1/?) (from Gojo on QUOTEV) [NOT COMPLETE]
~M~
She is my man (from MIOK on QUOTEV) [COMPLETE]
~R~
Forget me not (4/?) (from Rosie Posie on QUOTEV) [NOT COMPLETE]
~S~
Roommate agreement (3/?) (from @staygoldkoo) [NOT COMPLETE]
~T~
Fan Identity [COMPLETE] // Waiting Game (26/?) [NOT COMPLETE] (from @tteokggukk)
Min Yoongi /Suga x Reader
~H~
Number Neighbor (10/?) (from @hoseoks-soda-on-the-side) [NOT COMPLETE]
~M~
Adventure Is Out There (10/?) (from minyoogiswife on WATTPAD) [NOT COMPLETE]
Kim Taehyung/ V x Reader
~A~
My Personal Translator (9/?) (from Amateur-Trash on WATTPAD) [NOT COMPLETE]
~K~
Kinda Hot (from @kimnjss) [COMPLETE]
~S~
Love at First Sight (6/?) (from shmehalien on QUOTEV) [NOT COMPLETE]
~T~
Bread Cheeks (from @tteokggukk) [COMPLETE]
~Y~
Mocha Latte (6/?) (from yoongicool on WATTPAD) [NOT COMPLETE]
STRAY KIDS FICS I RECOMMEND YOU TO READ
Series
Plastic Heart - Prologue
Namjoon x Reader Author: Mo Summary: When you get the highly-anticipated BTS dolls for Christmas, your life takes a turn in a way you never could have expected. Note: So, uh, this is that Toy Story AU I was talking about… Yeah. I’ve already got like four chapters written, so I guess we’re in for another Namjoon series lmao I have no regrets. Let me know if u wanna be tagged! Warnings: None? I’m Namjoon trash but we all knew that lmao. Word Count: 1k
Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4
Christmas evening had arrived, and as you had every year for your whole childhood, you and your family were gathered at your grandparents’ house to celebrate the holiday. You were in college now, so you didn’t scout the gigantic present pile quite as closely as your younger cousins did, but you spared it a passing glance while helping your mother and aunts cook the Christmas cookies.
You were wrapped up in your favorite BTS hoodie, a memento from their most recent tour, the Speak Yourself Tour. It had been the first time you’d seen them in concert after what felt like eons of stanning them, and it was so bizarre and awe-inspiring to see them in person. Even though your seats hadn’t been very close to them, you’d still gotten to see them all with your own two eyes, and that was enough for you. They were actually really real human people. Wild.
Afficher davantage
BTS's fics/reaction I should write (Part 1)
@shakespeare-in-the-park7 @cutysexylovelyarmy @yourmagnanimousholiness @persnyako @jimintaemin @duckandrobin @itsgettingweirds-blog @mrowphine @fyrreflyy @daichiduskdrop @lilientulpe @strawblueberrys @jinniejax @btsfluffsworld @stellauniverse
BTS's fics/reaction I should write (Part 2)
@shakespeare-in-the-park7 @cutysexylovelyarmy @yourmagnanimousholiness @persnyako @jimintaemin @duckandrobin @itsgettingweirds-blog @mrowphine @fyrreflyy @daichiduskdrop @lilientulpe @strawblueberrys @jinniejax @btsfluffsworld @stellauniverse
Gentle
Kim namjoon x reader
Minors DNI ( do not interact)
It filled you with anxiety. It shouldn't have. You knew it shouldn't have. It was such a small thing, a missed call with a client. It was easily resolved, and a new appointment was set up within the hour, but somehow it had been the breaking point.
You'd seen the signs that it was coming on. Little things irritated you, work became more difficult, and tiredness lingered even after a full night of sleep.
And you knew, logically, that it wasn't your fault. Depression can ebb and flow, and it affects everyone differently. You knew from experience that it can affect you differently even between one week and the next. Doctors, therapists, family, friends, and your significant others over years had told you over and over and over that it wasn't your fault, that it's okay to struggle, that you'd get through it. But no matter what they said, it always felt like it was your fault, that you were the cause of your own problems, and that it would never end.
That was the worst part. The feeling of endlessness, the sense that there would never be reprieve. Even with the medication, the therapy, and your carefully built support system, there were times when it was overwhelming. At times like those, the world seemed to collapse around you, pushing down hard enough to break you, but not yet hard enough to kill you. Suffocating. Alone. Dark. Unseen and unheard.
Today was one of those days. Even though everything had been entirely normal (aside from the missed call), you felt that helplessness and hopelessness encroaching on your mind. You had cried silently in your office, praying that no one saw. You cleaned up your tear-stained face before leaving for the day, but then cried all the way home. You cried in the long, hot bath you took, and you cried yourself to sleep on the floor, so exhausted you couldn't convince yourself to get into bed.
That's where he found you, three hours later, curled in on yourself and crying softly. You had woken up and found that sleep had not helped at all. The blurry, distant feeling in your head was worse than before, and the ache in your chest swelled until it felt like your ribs would break. You almost hoped they would, hoped they would fracture just enough to relieve the worst of the pressure.
You didn't notice his presence at first, too caught up in the pain and anxiety to register anything beyond yourself. But then you heard the rustle of a jacket being removed, and shoes against socks as he slid them off.
And then he was beside you, on the floor, curling himself around you as though he might be able to protect you from your anguish. He circled your waist with his arms as best he could and leaned into you until his cheek pressed against your cold shoulder, lending you a little of his warmth.
It was quiet for a long time, the silence broken only by his deep, steady breaths and your sniffles.
"I'm here. I'm always here for you." He whispered after some time had passed.
You turned in his arms, then, pressing your face into the crook of his neck and tangling your limbs with his. You stayed this way, feeling his body wrapped around yours, breathing in the scent of his skin, warmed by his body heat. Your tears slowed, your breathing steadied, and you felt your heartbeat fall into time with his.
The ache in your chest didn't leave, but it became duller, less agonizing, soothed by his gentleness. The emptiness and the loneliness grew a little less pronounced.
He slowly began rubbing your back, hands sliding from the small of your back up over your shoulders and back again. You relaxed a little bit and ran your fingers through his hair, holding him close, but with less desperation than before.
Once again, he said quietly, "I'm always here for you, love."
"I know. Thank you." Your voice quivered slightly, uncertain after so much crying.
"And I'll always love you."
"I'll always love you, too."
Gently, he sat up, bringing you with him. He pulled you into his lap, and rocked you slowly. You leaned into him, feeling protected and calmed by his steadiness.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
You shook your head. "It wasn't anything specific, just a hard day."
"Okay. But I'm here if you decide there's something you want to talk about."
"Thank you. That means a lot to me."
"You're welcome, love."
As you lay in bed that night, curled against his chest, sleep beginning to steal over you, you wondered how such a wonderful man made his way into your life. Whether it was fate, divine intervention, or simply luck, you were grateful for it. You were grateful for him. He couldn't take away your pain, and he couldn't stop the hard days from coming, but he had always been there to hold you through them. He had become your safe place, and you couldn't imagine life without him anymore.
You pulled him a little closer, and took one of his hands in both of yours where it curled lightly against your stomach.
"Thank you for being my home, Joonie."
You felt him smile against your hair, and he squeezed your hands softly.
"Thank you for being mine."
[ Namjoon & Domestic AU ] -
Warnings: None
Requested: Yes 🥺
Masterlist
Namjoon is a simple man. He takes his coffee black. He prefers granary to wholemeal and he knows he’ll marry you one day.
Saturday afternoons are for visiting the supermarket. Namjoon backtracks down the aisles to pick up the things you have forgotten without complaint. When he returns, he finds you trying to pull something from the highest shelf. He watches you struggle for a moment, almost falling from your toes as you desperately reach whatever it is that you’re after. He could stretch his arm and take it himself, but instead, he places his hands securely on your waist and lifts you upwards. The little sound of surprise that escapes from your mouth stirs a warm feeling in his chest, but the sound of your laughter as he sets you down, laundry detergent in hand, has him wishing your wedding day around sooner.
When you’re too inundated with last-minute work to go with him, he takes the grocery list left on the countertop and goes to the store alone. Namjoon smiles to himself halfway along the vegetable aisle. In between green beans and broccoli, there is a note to say you love him. He has old lists folded between the banknotes in his wallet, all written in your handwriting, all with his name at the bottom, i’s dotted with hearts.
Sundays are set aside for restoring some sort of order to your apartment. Namjoon wrestles with the corners of your freshly laundered bedsheets. He laughs as he watches you raise them to your nose to smell floral detergent clinging to the cotton. He dusts in the places he knows you can’t reach, waters the plants that are hung too high. Your apartment might not be the biggest, but he feels too far away even from one room to the next and every now and then pauses what he is doing to find you. He places delicate kisses on your mouth, or kisses you breathless, before disappearing again. He likes to complain about the too-sweet vanilla candle burning in the kitchen, but he knows he will miss it when it is gone.
When it comes to cooking dinner, he lets you take the lead. Even after all this time together, you haven’t been able to improve his culinary skills beyond boiling water. But he is on hand to top up your wine glass and skip through the songs you don’t want to hear on your playlist. He stands behind and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as you stir whatever it is on the stove.
Namjoon insists on washing the dishes whilst you rest. He makes a mess most of the time, sloshing water onto the kitchen floor, sending soap suds across the room at you. Even when you know it is coming, you’re unable to escape from his wet, soapy hands as he reaches for the sides of your face to hold you still. It is messier still – water dripping down your neck and onto your shirt, but he places lingering kisses on your skin and the water soaking into your shirt is almost entirely forgotten about.
On weekdays, when he returns home in the early hours of the morning after a particularly busy day at work, he moves through your apartment as quietly as he possibly can. Namjoon knows he is clumsy, sometimes he is all thumbs and sends his keys flying across the kitchen, or stumbles over the corner of the carpet, but at three am, when he knows you are sleeping, he moves carefully. He finds you on the sofa, a coffee cup half empty on the table and he supposes that you must have tried to wait up for him. He is even more cautious as he slips his hands around your waist – it is awkward and certainly untidy enough to shake you awake, but he manages to lift you into his arms. He hears a soft huff against his ear and feels you shift slightly as he starts towards your bedroom and he wonders whether he had woken you after all. After a moment, your body settles back onto his chest, maybe he had disturbed you, but you curl into him and let him believe that he hasn't.
Damn remedyx, I love her work.
Boyfriend for Hire
BTS Ot7 x Reader
Chapter 39
Here it is y'all! So sorry for the late upload. I've been taking care of my mom since her surgery and I'd be lying if I said I didn't find it hard to write in my usual environment 😅. I'm working on more chapters as this is posted, so regularly scheduled releases will be back tomorrow 💜💜
“God. This place is a mess.” I sighed, tiptoeing around all the dismantled racks and merchandise.
Both Hoseok and Jungkook accompanied me to the shop even though I told them they didn’t have to. Neither of them would take no for an answer though, so I couldn’t argue anymore. The damage looked even worse now that it was bright outside.
“We’ll get it sorted out in no time. Kookie, you start in the back. Y/N and I will get to work up here.”
Jungkook set off for the back room before I could stop him.
“Hobi, seriously. You guys don’t have to stay. I’m sure you need to get back to clients, and Jungkook has two businesses to run-“
Hoseok took my shoulders in hand, squeezing them as he gave me that brilliant smile.
“I already called and canceled all of my meetings for today. I can’t just leave you and Kat to clean this all up by yourselves. We’re staying.”
Speak of the devil and she shall appear. Kat made her way through the front doors carrying a carrier full of coffee.
“Holy shit.” She gawked at the state the store was in. “When I get my hands on those assholes.”
She swore colorfully as she handed me and Hoseok a coffee.
“You must be another of the Brady Bunch. Just as sexy as the rest of them, I see.” Kat smirked looking Hoseok up and down.
The poor man looked completely caught off guard. Mouth opening and closing as he held his coffee. I laughed, enjoying seeing him so flustered.
“Kat got your tongue?” her smirk turned into an evil grin.
“Well, I’ve been told you’re rather… bold.”
She shrugged, fishing out the last couple of coffees.
“You’ll get used to me, don’t worry. Now, where’s the stud? I got him one too.”
“Stud?” Hobi looked to me questioningly.
“She means Jungkook.” I giggled and pointed to the back room. “He’s in the back.”
Kat saluted the two of us and headed to the back to find him.
“Where’s my favorite matchmaker?” she sang as she walked through the doors.
“I better be the only matchmaker you know.” I heard Kook reply before I couldn’t hear them anymore.
I shook my head smiling as I took a sip of my drink. Those two were born to be friends. It reminded me a lot of what Jin had said to me the night he had taken me home from the bar fiasco with Tae. Looking back now that seemed like so long ago.
“Well, I’ll start with the glass and the racks.” Hobi volunteered, setting his cup down on the counter.
“I guess I’ll sort through everything and see what I can save.”
We worked through most of the mess pretty quickly. My pile of whatever I wouldn’t be able to put back on the floor a lot larger than I would have liked, but at least it wouldn’t go in the trash. Most of it I could probably keep and refurbish for other projects. The register was toast. I would have to order a new one along with several new mirrors. The racks and tables were functional albeit looking a little worse for wear, but for now they would have to do. I could always swap them out later.
By the time the lunch hour rolled around, I didn’t even have to suggest anything before Taehyung was waltzing through the front doors with arms full of to go bags.
“Someone ordered delivery.” He chirped, setting down everything he had.
“Did we?” I asked skeptically, shooting Hoseok a look.
“Well, not you specifically. Jin ordered for everybody, and I was the only one nice enough to pick it up and bring it to you.”
“The only one slacking off is more like it.” Hobi corrected, sifting through everything Tae brought.
Whether Tae heard it or chose to ignore it remained to be seen as he hugged me.
“It’s looking good, sweet girl. I came to help with whatever you still needed.”
“Hobi and I are pretty much done up here. I haven’t checked on Kat and Jungkook. We do have a bit of trash to take out.”
Tae followed me to the back of the store where Jungkook and Kat were lifting one of the shelves that had been knocked over. It looked so much better than it did last night. The two of them had cleared the floor, whatever wasn’t damaged placed back where it was or close to it and everything else placed in trash bags.
“It’s looking good back here guys.”
“Luckily most of it was just thrown around it looks like. I didn’t find anything missing. There is one shelf we’ll need to replace, but other than that, not too bad. Oh, and the door.” Kat said, wiping her hands together and making sure the shelf was level.
“Yeah that’s toast.” Jungkook grimaced, casting a look over to the back entrance. “I tried to see if I could do anything with it, but I can’t even open it. Probably just be better to replace the whole thing.”
“Noted. The front is a little worse for wear. I’ll have to get a new register and mirrors. Most likely replace the racks at some point too. Tae brought lunch. We should all take a break.”
“My second favorite bestie boy toy?” Kat asked excitedly, peeking around the shelf to see Tae.
“Hey Kat.” He chuckled, fist bumping her as she approached. “I see a congratulations is in order.”
I looked at him confused, his head nodding down at Kat’s hands. Looking down, I noticed the fat engagement ring sitting on her left ring finger that I had no idea how I had missed the first time. A huge gasp escaped me as I grabbed her hand and ogled the diamond.
“Jackson!?” I asked excitedly.
“He asked me last night.” She gushed, showing off the ring.
“Kat! That’s amazing! Why didn’t you tell me!?”
“After the night you had? I didn’t want to make it seem like I was downgrading what happened here at the shop.”
“Are you kidding? I could’ve used news like this. It would have made my shitty day worth it.”
I pulled her into a hug, the two of us squeezing each other tightly.
“It’s about time though. If Jackson wasn’t going to ask you soon, I would have.” I joked.
“Hey. What about us?” Jungkook pouted.
“Chicks before dicks.” Kat shrugged. “Now can we go eat? I’m starving.”
She brushed past both Jungkook and Tae, the former of the two still sporting a pout. Bottom lip deliciously plump as it jutted out.
“I’m just teasing.” I whispered to him.
“No, she’s not. Besides, Y/N is the only woman I would willingly swing for, so just be aware of that if you all ever decide to do something stupid.”
Both Tae and Kook whipped their heads around to stare at me. I threw my hands up in a shrug before following her. Hoseok was still setting out food when I rounded the corner, having completely missed the conversation. Then again, he was just starting to get used to Kat, so maybe it was for the best. Everyone joined us, digging into the meal Tae had brought and Jin had bought. I would have to thank him later.
“So, are you the boyfriend?” Kat directed at Hoseok.
“Boyfriend?” Hoseok asked, looking to me.
“She means the one who I signed the contract with.”
“Yeah. I’ve met five of you now and somehow have still missed the elusive boyfriend. I’m beginning to get impatient.”
Hobi laughed before shaking his head.
“Sorry. No. I’m not.”
“Damn it!” she growled, throwing her plastic spoon at her empty bowl. “Why doesn’t he come around? Does he have something against me?”
“How could he have anything against you? He hasn’t even met you.” I giggled, scooping some of the noodles out of Taehyung’s bowl and popping them in my mouth.
“Unless you’ve been saying things behind my back and now he’s scared.”
I gave her an unimpressed look.
“There’s nothing they know about you that isn’t true. If you scare him off, that’s not my problem.”
“On the contrary, I think you and Yoongi would get along quite well.” Hoseok nodded, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
“Yoongi. So that’s his name?”
I nodded. “The only two you haven’t met are Yoongi and Namjoon.”
“Namjoon. That one sounds familiar.”
“The lawyer.” I supplied.
“Ah. Right, I remember now.”
I attempted to steal another scoop of noodles from Tae, who had decided to wrestle me for them this time. He deflected all my attempts to sneak my fork in, swatting it back from his food playfully. He held them out of reach and just as I tried to puppy dog eye him for a bite, Jungkook slid his bowl across the table towards me. I abandoned my attack on Tae for the defenseless bowl, but before I could dig in, Taehyung slid it back towards Kook.
“I’ll feed her.” He groused, offering me his bowl once again.
I rolled my eyes at the two of them, but a smile still tugged at the corners of my mouth. A snort had all of us looking at Kat who, along with Hoseok, watched all of us fondly.
“You all are just too cute together. I might become a diabetic.”
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Boyfriend for Hire
BTS Ot7 x Reader
Chapter 40
Two updates in one day? 😱 😂 just kidding. I figured I owed you guys one.
Psst! By the way, the next chapter contains 18+ content 👀.
Readers, beware! 😁
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Taehyung ended up staying like he said he would, to help us finish. After hauling out all the trash and sweeping and mopping the floors, I went through one last time to make sure nothing was missing. Everything was accounted for and I stashed the boxes of damaged goods that I could still use in the back on one of the shelves. Jungkook was right, the door was officially jammed. It couldn’t be opened, and I guessed the good thing about that was the fact that no one would be getting through it again. At least not without difficulty.
Taehyung begged me to stay the night again, but I had to refuse. Staying with them for most of the week along with just spending the day cleaning meant I was behind on orders and I desperately needed to catch up. So, with a promise to come by again this weekend sometime (and another promise to stay with him one of those nights), Hoseok was nice enough to drop me off at my apartment with a farewell and a reminder of the time his class was tomorrow. I stayed up much later than I should have trying to finish as much as I could.
I completed four that needed to be shipped early next week, so I was proud of the little progress I made. Yoongi called me to check up on me and I made sure to call Jin and thank him for the lunch earlier. By the time I made it to bed, I was exhausted, falling asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.
~♡~
The next morning, I was excited to get to see Hobi dancing. He had mentioned he was filling in for one of the other teachers that was on leave for a family issue. He typically didn’t have a whole lot of time for full classes. He did substitute a lot and had one group he committed to meeting with at least twice a week along with maybe a few private lessons here and there, but most of the dancing he did was for his own pleasure. Arriving at the studio, I parked and got out, rushing to the front entrance trying to escape the cold. I opted to drive myself, planning on heading back home afterwards to get some more work done before going back to the shared apartment.
I loved those men, but I certainly can’t get much work done while being in the same room as them. I froze with that thought. My feet cemented to the sidewalk as flurries of snow swirled around me. Did I love them? There was only person in the world I could say with certainty I loved wholeheartedly and that was Kat. But I wasn’t in love with her. I didn’t know what falling in love felt like and I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel once you committed to it. But I did know that what I felt for the seven of them wasn’t anything like I felt for Kat.
It was more intense. Passionate. My heart swelled every time they smiled at me, and the sound of their voices relieved the aching I felt when they weren’t there. I missed them when I couldn’t see them, and I wanted to be with them every second I could. Isn’t that what they say love feels like in the books? Or was it a more abstract definition. You couldn’t logically explain it to someone that didn’t feel the same thing towards the same people you did. Like trying to describe the way water tastes or what silence sounds like. Maybe it was speculative, and no one really knows for certain what it feels like to be in love.
Only that you feel such a strong connection with another person that you would willingly put them above yourself. Someone you could see yourself spending your life with and wanting to give your life to. I could see the kids just inside the entrance to the studio, all surrounding Hoseok with large smiles on their faces as they all shouted over one another to garner his attention. Hobi took it in stride, his mouth moving as he spoke to all of them, and they all were riveted onto his every word.
It was then, standing outside and looking in that I realized that yes, perhaps I did love them. Was in love with them. So impossibly and irrevocably smitten with all seven of them that I would never choose anyone else. Even if they didn’t choose me. If by some twisted fate I was no longer able to be with them, I knew deep down I would never find anything that compared to the way I felt about them with another person. They were it for me. My end all and be all. Hoseok’s eyes lifted to the window, that smile that struck me like an arrow through the heart every time he flashed it at me surfacing as our eyes met.
He waved me in, mouth moving again as he said something to the kids who all collectively turned to see me standing outside. Finding my feet again, I carried myself to the door and entered, barely getting enough time to shed my coat as I was bombarded by all the kids that were once surrounding Hobi.
“Are you Mr. Hoseok’s girlfriend?” one little girl asked.
“I like to think so.” I smiled, seeing Hobi shake his head out of the corner of my eye.
“She is. Don’t let her tell you otherwise.” He hollered while checking the sound system.
One little boy tugged on my sweater until I leaned down far enough for him to whisper in my ear.
“Maybe with you here he won’t be so strict.”
“Oh? Is he usually really strict?”
“Always.” Another little girl chimed in. “But he always gives us cookies afterwards, so we forgive him.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “He bribes you?”
“I don’t bribe them! I reward them for doing such a good job.” Hoseok said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders to lead me to one of the corners of the studio.
“But you just told us you wouldn’t give us cookies if we didn’t say nice things about you to your girlfriend!” the first little girl accuses him.
Hoseok let out a horrified gasp and I burst into laughter.
“Busted.” I said, poking him in the side. “If you don’t give them cookies, I will.”
He grinned, rolling his eyes. “Don’t worry. I always give out cookies. Whether they’re behaved or not. Just don’t tell them that.” He whispered to me.
He clapped once, the sound loud and echoing in the studio. Everyone straightened immediately, turning their attention to him.
“Alright everyone. Let’s start with some stretching exercises. Who wants to lead this week?”
~♡~
Hobi was an amazing dancer to say the least. Even in the slow steps he was using to show the kids what he was doing, every motion was fluid and effortless. No doubt he was born to dance, and I wondered why he didn’t pursue it. Even the kids were enthralled with him. They watched him carefully, mimicking his movements the best they could. Complete admiration on their faces. It was so cute to watch. The class finished without a hitch, and just as he promised, Hoseok gave them all cookies afterwards as parents came to collect them all one by one.
“So, what did you think?” Hobi asked, dropping down in a chair beside me after the last student had left.
I handed him a bottled water that he had placed beside me earlier, thinking he probably needed it more than I did.
“I had a good time! The kids really love you and you do so well with them.”
“I like kids. They’re so eager to learn it makes it easy to teach them.” He admitted, shying away from my compliment as he took a drink.
It was a little past mid-day. The snow outside still going strong as the wind whipped past people on the streets. People held onto their coats tighter and pulled their caps lower on their head to fight the bite of the chilly air. A fresh layer of snow coated most of the ground and sidewalks, bathing everything in white. It was beautiful really. As much as the cold weather sucked, winter was a gorgeous season. The world covered in white was a sight not everyone got to see but should at least once in their life.
“What about you?” Hobi asked.
I turned my head to see him already looking at me.
“What about me what?”
“Do you like kids?”
“Oh, yeah. I love them. I used to babysit to make a little extra cash while in university. I enjoy toddlers, but babies were always my favorite. They’re so cute.”
“So… you wouldn’t be opposed to having your own someday?”
I thought about it for a second. To be honest, I had never thought about having my own kids, but more because I wasn’t at a point in my life where they were something I was ready for rather than something I didn’t want.
“Someday, I would like some of my own. I’m a little scared though. Growing up without having parents who loved me like they should have made me realize how detrimental it is for a child to grow up without having that type of love in their life. Logically, having experienced that for myself I know what not to do, but it’s still terrifying. I want my kids to know I love them and I would be there for them no matter what, but it’s so easy to mess up, you know? What if I’m not a good mother?”
I looked away, back out the window to watch people scurry by. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Hoseok mulling over what I had told him. His own gaze looking out the window, but it was faraway. He took another sip from his water bottle. From the side, his features were even more striking. Sharp jaw and nose, pronounced chin, the ends of his hair had started to curl with the sweat accumulating on his forehead. He cleared his throat before answering.
“Well, I think you’d be a great mom. No one can be perfect all the time. You can’t expect them to be. You’ll make mistakes and shit happens, but at the end of the day, as long as you try to rectify them, it’ll work out. I have no doubt you’d be the best mother you can be.”
I smiled, loving the way his cheeks pinkened just the tiniest bit as he refused to meet my eyes. I scoot my chair a little closer to his and laid my head on his shoulder.
“I think you’d make a good dad. You’ve already got the fatherly advice bit down.” I teased.
He chuckled, my head bouncing with his shoulders as they shifted.
“I’ll leave that to Jin. Lord knows the man has more dad in him than any of us, but I will admit the thought of being a dad myself is a nice one.”
The silence between us after that was a comfortable one. After a few beats, I sat up turning to face him in my chair excitedly.
“Now will you dance for me again? I want to see exactly what Jung Hoseok is capable of.”
Chapter 41》
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Boyfriend for Hire
BTS Ot7 x Reader
Chapter 41
Alright y'all. I need everyone to take this 18+ warning seriously. This chapter is pure filth. Honest to Namjesus. I have no fucking clue what happened here. My imagination went nuts and I just ran with it. Let's not delve into it too deeply 😅
Once again, it's a ridiculously long smut scene because I apparently am incapable of fitting everything into 4 or 5 pages. So there will be a second part. Look forward to it 💜💜
Famous last words. Watching Hoseok dance in his element was like watching a stripper work the pole. The man exuded power and confidence and all his movements were smooth and sensual. I wasn’t even sure he was meaning them to come off that way, but that’s exactly how it found me. My breath was keeping time with his motions and the beat of the music, catching when he would pause between beats and speeding up as the song did. And God, the hip thrusts had my thighs clenching together painfully tight. My muscles were aching along with my core that was weeping for him, and he wasn’t even touching me.
I would be willing to bet he knew the effect he had on me too. There was no way he didn’t as his gaze would periodically find mine in the mirror and roam my figure, pausing to linger just a little longer at my legs that were tense as I tried to control the ache in my loins. His stare was dark and intense, the way he would tilt his head back and look at me through half-lidded eyes. Inside, I was burning. It was so hard for me to not just go up to him and demand him to fuck me the same way he was doing to the air. But the sun shining through the window illuminating him and the entire rest of the room coupled with the amount of traffic on the street kept me glued to my seat. Barely.
By the time he finished, my panties were ruined. My skin was flushed, and I knew my gaze was heavy with desire. Sweat covered his face and dampened his hair. The slight curl from earlier replaced with almost perfect ringlets and stained a darker brown with the moisture. Never in my life had I ever found sweat on a man as sexy as I did in this moment. And every time his hands pushed it off his face or ran a towel through it, I felt ready to faint.
“You okay?” he asked, grinning at me as he knocked back another bottle of water.
I watched, mesmerized at the way his adams apple bobbed with every swallow. I licked my lips, thirsty as well, but maybe not so much for water as I was something else entirely.
“Huh?” I responded distractedly.
“You look like you were the one dancing for the past hour and a half rather than me.”
I hummed; not sure I could say much more than that as my eyes wandered further down his figure. I could hear the amusement in his voice, matched by his eyes as I finally dragged mine up to meet his again.
“Would you like to dance with me?” he questioned with a tilt of his head as he approached.
“I don’t really dance.” I murmured.
“That’s not what I heard.” He whispered huskily, a wicked grin taking over his features. “I heard you dance quite well. Yoongi and Jimin have sung your praises quite boisterously.”
“Yoongi and Jimin? I didn’t dance wi-“ I trailed off as I understood his meaning. “Oh.”
I licked my lips slowly, Hoseok’s eyes watching the movement ardently. I felt myself nodding before I could remember consciously making the decision.
“I would love to dance with you Hobi.” My voice came out breathlessly.
His own breath came out harshly and his eyes closed as he tried to level his breathing.
“Upstairs. Right now.” He ground out, turning around to quickly shut off the music before dragging me behind him and out the doors.
The wind felt nice against my heated skin as I stood there waiting for Hoseok to lock the doors. He did so swiftly, wrapping one arm around my shoulders as he led us to the stairs beside the studio leading to his office. Neither of us were dressed to be outside in this weather. We didn’t care to grab our coats on the way out. I’m pretty sure we weren’t too bothered by it at the moment either. My head was clouded with lust, too affected at this point to really care what happened as long as I got my hands on the man in front of me.
We barely entered his office before we were on each other. Hoseok’s lips crashing into mine as he kicked the door shut behind him with his heel. He pushed us away from the door, guiding me in the direction of the sofas, leaving my mouth long enough to drop down onto one and pull me onto his lap. I held him tightly, slotting my mouth against his in every angle I could wanting more. We moaned into each other’s mouths, our passion making us desperate.
His hand drifted between us, cupping my pussy, and grinding his hand into my clit. I pulled back with a whine, grinding my hips in time with his hand, letting my head fall back as I lost myself to the feeling.
“Fuck. You’re so wet princess.”
“For you Hobi. I’m so wet because of you.”
A low groan escaped him, his hands fisting my shirt roughly and yanking it over my head. My bra didn’t fare any better as he removed it impatiently. His mouth latched onto one of my nipples, sucking hard a couple of times making me gasp before pulling away with a pop.
“I can’t wait. I’ll worship you and fuck you like you deserve as the princess you are later, but I’m on the edge right now and I have to get off.” His voice was husky as he tugged his own shirt over his head.
He helped me stand, tugging my pants down my legs and kissing me again as he moved us further into the office. He swiped an arm across his desk, everything within reaching distance clattering to the floor as he sat me on top of it. He pulled away, eyes darkening as he looked at me on top of his desk. His fingers finding my pussy again.
“Hoseok.” I whined, bucking my hips.
His fingers ghosted across my panties making me mewl again. “My name sounds so pretty coming from your lips.”
His lips captured mine in another scorching kiss. My legs came around his slender waist, pulling him closer to my body as I cupped the back of his head to keep him with me. The kiss was feverish, both of us past the point of caring where we were. All that mattered was him. His damp hair swept across my forehead as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. I felt his fingers loop through my underwear at my hip and with a hard tug, the fabric ripped. The action was so sexy I couldn’t even be mad about it right now as he yanked the intact portion down my thigh and threw them to the side.
I knew how crazy this was. Me, perched on his desk with him half naked. There were no blinds in his office, the only saving grace being the fact that his desk was far enough from the windows that it wasn’t visible from the street. Hoseok’s hand drifted down the outside of my thigh to my knee, lifting my leg to hike it higher on his waist so he could fit himself better between my thighs. The barrier of my underwear now removed meant that there was nothing between him and I except for his sweatpants which didn’t do anything to hide his erection. It bumped my entrance making my breath hitch.
I ripped my mouth from his beginning to feel lightheaded with all the sensations. Every touch from him was like a direct line to my arousal. My body felt like a separate entity. Everything overwhelming me to the point that I was floating, and my brain was turning to mush. Hoseok was my center, grounding me while inflicting sweet torture on me at the same time. He leaned down, taking one nipple in his mouth while rolling the other between his fingers. The gasp that left me was obscene, my body trembling under his ministrations as he groaned, thrusting his hips into mine.
I’ve never orgasmed without direct stimulation, but I was close. He had me so worked up, his dance serving as enough foreplay for me to be completely soaked and ready for him. My pussy throbbed, begging for more while at the same time I reveled in the way he explored me. My desire pooled between my thighs, no doubt drenching the front of his pants and his desk. If the thought bothered him, he made no indication as he released my nipple with one last tug of his teeth to give the same attention to the other one.
“H-Hobi.” I wailed, literally melting beneath him as my body gave out.
I fell back against his desk, my breath coming out in harsh pants as he followed me, not letting up for a second. The new angle gave him more room to grind against me harder. The head of his cock hitting my clit with every movement. I gripped his hair hard, probably harder than I should have, but I was too far gone. My orgasm hit me like a freight truck, black spots clouding my vision. I shut them tightly, trying to stave off the urge to pass out as I rode it out. I must have been being loud as his mouth came down on mine, drinking in my cries.
As I was beginning to come down, the overstimulation was bordering painful as I squirmed beneath him. I scooted up on the desk just a little to escape his frantic thrusts and tugged at his hair to pull him from my breasts. It took me a second to realize that I still held Hoseok’s head between my hands and the man kissing me wasn’t him. It couldn’t have been. My eyes shot open and one hand left Hobi’s hair to push back the man kissing me. My fingers curled into his shirt as my eyes met the darkened gaze of Namjoon who looked just as fucked as I was sure I did.
“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” He breathed, a devastating smile curling the corners of his lips.
“H-how…?”
The aftereffects of my orgasm was making it harder than usual to formulate a sentence let alone my thoughts. Namjoon’s eyes flicked to Hoseok with a look that I noticed he usually reserved for when he’s less than impressed with the behavior of one of the others.
“You didn’t lock the door.”
“Oops.” Hoseok chuckled, licking his swollen lips. “I’m sorry. I was preoccupied.”
“I could tell.”
“Hey, it seemed to work in our favor though. Since you’re here, might as well join us. You don’t mind, do you princess?”
Hoseok looked at me with an eager expression. In the back of my mind, I remembered what he had told me about him and Namjoon being the two to usually share with one another. At the time, I wondered what that was like. I dreamed about it. What it would be like to be under the two of them and now that it was being offered to me and I could experience it for myself, I’ll be damned if I was walking away now. My gaze drifted to Namjoon whose hand had found its own way into my hair. He massaged my scalp softly, the comfort I always seemed to find when I was with him threatening to send me into a catatonic state as I basked in his attention.
“No. I don’t mind.” I whispered, curling my hand tighter in his shirt.
“Are you sure?” he asked, searching my eyes for any hint of doubt.
I was positive he wouldn’t find any. If there was one thing I knew for certain when it came to these men, it was that they would never do anything I wasn’t comfortable with. I trusted them to take care of me.
“Please touch me Namjoon.”
Chapter 42》
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Boyfriend for Hire
BTS Ot7 x Reader
Chapter 42
Hey y'all. This honestly probably should've been split into another chapter, but I didn't think it would fair to make you guys wait that long for a third part 😅.
Once again, 18+ warning. I'm serious. This is dirty dirty. Namseok had me feeling it though.
By the way, I'm curious how many of you guessed this coming. I technically didn't count Jin as the next person when I did the votes, so Namjoon and Hobi together are technically our third and fourth members to join the bang gang 😅
The way Namjoon’s eyes darkened even more had me clenching around nothing. He dipped his head, kissing me hungrily and unthreading my fingers from his shirt. He pulled back too soon, a whine escaping me before I could stop it.
“Hoseok.” He growled at the same time he began stripping.
I was momentarily distracted by the expanse of golden honey skin being exposed in front of me. Namjoon was broad and toned and beautiful. Biceps flexing as he popped the button on his pants, pants that were already tenting with what was sure to be an impressive erection at full mast. Already, my body was responding to him.
“I got it.” Hobi answered, gripping my thighs to slide me down the desk towards him.
He helped me down to stand in front of him before turning me around to bend over his desk. I cast a look over my shoulder but was quickly redirected when Namjoon’s fingers caught my chin.
“You were so beautiful when you were cumming. I want to see it again.”
I shivered under his heavy gaze, my desire quickly skyrocketing again as Hoseok forcibly spread my legs a bit further, hand drifting up my inner thigh to brush my clit. I jerked forward, my hips digging into the edge of the desk as Hobi laid a hand on my lower back to settle me.
“Shh princess. I need you as wet as possible if you’re going to take Joonie.”
Unconsciously, my eyes darted to the man in question’s cock. His pants were undone, but everything was still concealed much to my displeasure. Thinking it would be pertinent to have him undressed before I wasn’t capable of doing it once Hobi got his hands on me, I reached out to help him finish undressing. He let me push his pants and underwear down his legs the best I could leaning over the desk. His cock springing out, making my eyes widen. He was huge. I mean, like maybe I would be biting off more than I could chew trying to take him, but fuck. I wanted to.
His head was swollen, precum already beginning to ooze out of his tip. I licked my lips, wanting to swallow him, but even if he stood flush to the desk I would have difficulty reaching him. A complaint was on the tip of my tongue, at least it was, until Hobi’s fingers sank into my pussy. Instinctively, I clenched around them, my hands gripping onto anything they could reach, one of which grasped Namjoon’s dick, squeezing tightly.
“Fuck.” Namjoon groaned through his teeth.
Hoseok’s fingers started a steady rhythm. Pumping in and out of me without much hindrance thanks to my orgasm from earlier.
“Namjoon’s the only one who could possibly rival Tae in size. If you can take him, you’ll take Taehyung. The poor boy’s desperate for it. Shit, we all are. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamt about fucking you like this.” Hobi growled, his pace getting faster as he guided me towards another orgasm.
“Do you want that baby? Do you want Hobi to fuck you on top of his desk, so he can think about it time and time again when he’s here working?” Namjoon fanned the flames of my desire whispering in my ear.
I nodded desperately, my legs spreading wider for Hoseok. “Yes. Please. Fuck me.”
Hoseok removed his hand, his wet fingers digging into my hips to move me into position.
“I don’t have a condom on hand, but I’ll pull out. If you’re still worried, I’ll even buy you a morning after pill when we’re done here.”
“Don’t worry about it. I have an IUD.”
Hobi groaned and I could almost picture the way he was biting his lip. I didn’t have to imagine for long, one look behind me revealed he was just as affected by my words as I had thought. His eyes were dark, lips parted with his tongue playing in one corner of them.
“In that case, I won’t pull out. I’ll leave you messy for Joonie. It’ll make it easier for him to slide in anyway.”
Fuck, if they all talked like this during sex, I was in trouble. I wasn’t accustomed to dirty talk. None of my previous lovers had even entertained the idea, but with them, I was quickly realizing I had a kink for it. Namjoon pinched one of my nipples, taking advantage of the way my lips opened in a moan to shove two fingers into my mouth. He held my tongue down, leaving me unable to do much more than pant against them as the head of Hoseok’s cock nudged my opening. I felt his hand coast up my spine before gripping the back of my neck.
Hobi’s entry had my knees threatening to buckle beneath me. He slipped in, the feeling of him without a flimsy piece of rubber separating us was addicting already.
I wasn’t entirely sure I could go back to using condoms after this. I didn’t see Hobi’s length, but I could feel it. Just like the other’s he was well-endowed. Sliding perfectly into my waiting walls. A tad thicker than Yoongi, but not quite as long as Jimin. Still enough to graze my g-spot and have me moaning around Namjoon’s fingers which turned into a choke as my saliva pooled in my mouth. I couldn’t swallow with Namjoon holding down my tongue, so it dribbled out of the corner of my mouth and coated his fingers as I whimpered. Whether it was an intelligible plea for him to let me go or for Hobi to keep going was impossible to say.
Finally, Namjoon pulled his fingers out of my mouth at the same time Hoseok fully seated himself inside me. Instead of wiping his hand off, Namjoon used my spit as lubrication as he painted his cock with it. Gripping my hand that still held his dick, he guided it up and down his shaft, the friction lessened with my saliva coupled with his precum.
“How does she feel Hobi?”
“Like heaven.” Hoseok groaned, pulling back to thrust in again with a hard snap of his hips.
“Ah, please.” I whined.
“Please what?” Namjoon growled, forcing my hand to grip him tighter and pump him a little bit faster.
The words were on the tip of my tongue. The explanation of how desperately I needed to cum. How much I needed the two of them to get me there. Namjoon’s hand came up to cradle my cheek, tilting my head up to gaze at him from under my lashes.
“What is it baby girl?”
The nickname had my pussy clenching around Hobi. The squeeze eliciting a curse out of the man’s mouth as he finally began moving the way I needed him to. His hips rammed into me, skin slapping together as his fingers dug into my flesh harder. But I wanted more. Needed more. Everything my body was taking was too much and not enough at the same time. I was waging an internal battle and I couldn’t decide which way I was being pulled. I was utterly overwhelmed both physically and emotionally and tears ran down my cheeks as a result.
“Ah, baby don’t worry. I’ll give you what you need.” He crooned, wiping my tears away and leaning down to kiss me.
Namjoon readily ravaged my mouth. I moaned into the kiss but couldn’t focus on it. Hoseok was pounding into me savagely, my pelvis digging painfully into the edge of the desk, but it was far from unpleasant. His cock speared me, over and over again, his body on top of mine was hot and my juices were running down my thighs. I could hear every plunge, the squelch with every reentry was lewd and loud in the room. Namjoon released me at the same moment Hobi’s hand came around my neck, wrapping around my throat in a light squeeze as he brought me to him, my back to his chest.
I panted, one of my hands reaching behind me to hold onto the one grip he had on my waist. Namjoon rounded the desk quickly, forcing himself between me and the desk. Hoseok’s pace never faltered; his hot breath ghosted across my ear with the effort of his thrusts. Namjoon took advantage of how open this new position left me, head dipping to take a nipple into his mouth much like how Hoseok had when Namjoon had first found us. I buried my fingers in his hair, nails digging into his scalp. I dropped my head backwards onto Hobi’s shoulder, his lips finding that sensitive spot just under my ear.
“Fuck!” my voice was hoarse, so much stimulation at once was making my mind hazy.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” Hoseok panted into my ear. “You look good in my necklaces, but there’s no better collar than my hand around your neck. You’re all mine, princess. I wanna hear you say it.”
Namjoon continued his assault on my breasts. Mouth switching to the other one at the same time his fingers found my clit. He set a fast pace, drawing circles across my bundle of nerves.
“I’m yours Hobi!” I choked on my cries, toes curling as I felt myself being hurtled from that precipice.
“That’s it princess. Cum for me. Cream on my cock.” Hoseok’s voice was harsh, his hips stuttering as my orgasm brought forth his own.
The high that overcame me was so intense, it tore a scream from me that was barely intelligible as his name. Hoseok released my throat to slap a hand over my mouth, muffling my scream.
“Shit.” He swore under his breath as his cock swelled inside me seconds before I could feel the warmth of his seed flood my inner walls.
The feeling of him cumming sent aftershocks through me, throwing me into another, much smaller and less intense orgasm. It didn’t wreck me any less though as I practically collapsed between the two of them. Namjoon caught me effortlessly. My fingers holding onto his forearms weakly as I tried to catch my breath. My legs felt like jello and my head was a jumbled mess. Hobi slid out of me, from the sound of his breathing it didn’t seem like he fared any better than I did.
“Damn and I thought Jin was the only one with a cum fetish, but that has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Hoseok steadied me, spreading my legs further apart as his cum leaked out of me to run down my thighs and drip to the floor. He brushed his fingers along my opening making me whimper at how sensitive I still was.
“I’m sorry princess.” He cooed, kissing any part of my face that wasn’t buried in Namjoon’s chest.
I turned my head to kiss him properly. His tongue caressing my own, and despite my exhaustion, the embers of desire were quickly building again. Hobi pulled back, giving me an affectionate smile.
“You still have someone to take care of. He’s been waiting patiently.”
It took a lot of energy, but I managed to lift my head enough to meet Namjoon’s eyes. His thumb rubbed my jaw, and he kissed my forehead softly.
“You don’t have to baby girl. I know that was a lot.”
I shook my head, gathering my bearings enough to stand on my own two feet before him. I raised my hands to cup his cheeks, pulling his face to mine to kiss him with as much fervor as he had kissed me earlier.
“Let me take care of you Joonie.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
His answering groan sent shivers through me as he connected our lips again. His hands cupped the backs of my thighs, lifting me into his arms as he spun us around to lay me on Hobi’s desk. He leaned back, letting Hoseok take his place over my head as the other man took it upon himself to give me a panty-melting kiss of his own. I felt Namjoon’s fingers glide up my inner thigh, forcing a whine out of me as he gathered Hobi’s seed on them and swirled his fingers over my entrance.
“Hobi did such a good job getting you nice and ready for me baby girl. You better thank him.”
Two of Namjoon’s fingers entered me making me gasp and lose contact with Hoseok’s kiss. Our eyes met, and it wasn’t until that moment that I realized how intimate this was between the three of us. Now that the raw and unbridled lust had somewhat curbed between Hoseok and I, there was an air of vulnerability in its place. An unspoken connection that we all shared. A palpable silence alluding to the amount of trust we had with each other to be in such close proximity like this.
“T-thank you.” I whispered.
That gorgeously bright smile that drew me in in the first place took residence on Hobi’s face. And with it, I could feel another piece of my heart dedicating itself to these men. Namjoon placed my feet on the edge of the desk, pushing my knees further apart and positioning himself between them. He settled the head of his cock against my pussy, gliding between my lips to lather himself in my own slick and what was left of Hoseok’s release.
“Relax for me baby girl.”
I wanted to obey, but fuck it was hard. No pun intended. Every nudge of the head of his cock against my opening sent a wave of anxiety through me. I had never seen a man as big as Namjoon before, let alone fucked one.
“Hoseok.” Namjoon called him again.
Hobi pulled away again briefly to grab something off the floor. It took me half a second to realize it was Namjoon’s tie that he had tossed away while undressing. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching curiously as he approached me.
“I’m going to take your mind off of Namjoon princess.”
He placed the tie over my eyes, knotting it securely behind my head. The lack of vision made my heart pound harder as I stressed my other senses to figure out what was happening. Hobi’s hands coasted from my hair, down my neck, to my breasts. Taking my nipples between his fingers and rolling them roughly. I whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily as Hoseok’s breath brushed over my ear.
“Focus on me Y/N.” he whispered, licking a path from my neck to that spot just under my ear that turned me to jelly beneath him.
Namjoon didn’t touch me apart from keeping my feet planted on the desk. Hoseok’s ministrations the only form of contact my mind was following. My breath came out harshly and my body practically liquefying as Hoseok sucked on my neck almost as hard as Jimin had. In that second, Namjoon saw his opening. My body relaxed and at the same moment, Namjoon surged forward, the head of his cock slipping in with ease along with an extra inch of his shaft. The burn was almost instantaneous.
I gasped, my pussy clenching around the intrusion. As much as it was uncomfortable, I begged for more, my cunt sucking him in further and letting him sink in a couple more inches. The stretch was intense, a strangled cry leaving my lips as I bit my bottom one to keep it at bay. Hobi’s fingers teased it out from between my teeth gently, whispering into my ear.
“None of that princess. Wouldn’t want you biting your pretty lips raw.”
One of Namjoon’s hands released my ankle to lay a hand on my stomach. His breathing was heavy, my ears more in tune with it since I couldn’t see him.
“You’re doing so good baby girl. Taking me so well.” He encouraged me softly.
“So big.” I whined, my body wiggling trying to cope with Namjoon’s invasion. “Too much.”
“You can take me baby girl. Hobi will help.”
My legs trembled as Namjoon lifted my feet off the desk and pushed them towards my chest. Hoseok leaned over me to grasp them behind my knees, holding them up for him. The new angle opened me further, and I could tell by the fullness in my core and Namjoon’s loud groan that he had slid in the rest of the way.
“Ah, fuck.”
I squeezed my eyelids tight behind the blindfold. Liquid fire ran through my veins and despite the pressure I was feeling between my legs, there was an underlying sense of pride knowing I had taken him. Namjoon didn’t move, opting to stand still while I adjusted around him. Hobi laid kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I turned my head as his face got closer, kissing him aggressively since it was the only thing I could do right now.
Hoseok moaned, his hand finding its way around my throat again, but rather than squeezing, he just held it there. Once again, being my anchor in the whirlpool of emotions trying to pull me under. With one leg now free, I wrapped it around Namjoon’s waist. My movement made his presence all the more prominent as he shifted inside me. There was still a burn, but it was a lot more bearable. Namjoon’s hand grabbed the meaty part of my thigh, nails digging into my skin. The bite of pain a delicious reprieve from the ache between my legs.
“Jesus. She’s so fucking tight.” The words sounded like they were forced between his teeth.
I attempted to tilt my hips, the urge to have him move overflowing as pleasure overtook everything again. He hissed, other hand coming down on my abdomen again.
“Namjoon. Move.” I moaned, my lips brushing against Hobi’s as I spoke.
The first thrust damn near sent me into a state of ecstasy, the second one did. Being completely overstuffed with him increased my sensitivity ten-fold, every stroke and drag through my walls sending tingles through me to settle in the pit of my stomach. My toes going numb as my blood circulation made the executive decision to forgo my extremities and provide more supply to my throbbing clit. Namjoon attempted to keep things under control, but his pace quickly deteriorated, thrusts becoming harder and faster the longer he fucked me.
My voice was loud in the otherwise quiet office, sounds being forced out of me in a high-pitched whine every time Joonie would plunge back into me. Hobi’s hand removed the blindfold swiftly before clapping over my mouth again, muffling my noises. I blinked rapidly, the lights above my head seeming too bright after being in the dark for that short while. Namjoon’s hand knocked Hobi’s out of the way, making sure both of my legs were securely wrapped around his hips as he sped up, hands holding onto my waist tightly.
His head fell back, his eyes closing and eyebrows pinching together in concentration as his hair that had once been meticulously slicked back had fallen out of its hold and hung into his eyes. Sweat began to bead on his skin and soft groans left his mouth bewitchingly. Hoseok’s fingers found my nipples again, tweaking them in time with the snap of Namjoon's hips. My body jerked and my words muffled against his palm.
“What was that princess?”
“I’m gonna cum. I can’t- I need more. Please.” I cried.
“Cum on me baby girl. Milk me of everything I can give you.” Namjoon rumbled.
He let go of my hip, fingers finding my clit easily as he fucked me harder. Rubbing against my oversensitive nub deftly as Hobi pinched my nipples. My orgasm drug me under suddenly, my eyes rolling back and body spasming as I choked on my moans. Namjoon’s thrusts grew frantic, body bucking helplessly against mine as he chased his own high before I came out of my mine. His hips stuttered, once, twice before he exploded inside me. Thick ropes of cum coating my walls and dripping out of me as he kept cumming.
“Fuck!” he shouted, hands slamming down on the desk on either side of me as he continued thrusting, riding it out.
The overstimulation was bordering painful again as a weak mewl escaped me. He stopped moving, dropping his head onto my chest that was heaving just as heavily as his was. Post-orgasm haze was a force to reckoned with. Almost instantly, I wanted to fall asleep, my mind slipping into a state of bliss, never wanting to leave the two men who cradled me gently. Namjoon’s hand cupped my cheek, guiding my gaze to his as he looked at me worriedly.
“You alright baby girl?”
“I’m perfect.” I slurred sleepily, nuzzling his hand.
Hoseok chuckled. “You may have broke her Joonie.”
Namjoon grunted, lifting off me. The action had him slide out of me. Even flaccid, the man was hung and I winced with the motion.
“Ouch.” I murmured with the soreness as I tried to move.
“Let me.”
Namjoon’s arms came under me, lifting me off the desk and carrying me to the sofa. He laid us down, me on top of him, head snuggled into his chest as Hoseok pulled his sweatpants back on. He made quick work of cleaning all three of us up, casting a wry smile to his desk.
“It may be safe to say my desk isn’t any better than our dining table at home now.”
Namjoon chuckled, I would have laughed too except I was beyond tired. My eyes quickly shutting despite my best efforts to keep them open. I felt someone drape a blanket over the two of us, most likely Hobi as he caressed my head and placed a soft kiss again my hair.
“So much for talking.” I heard Hobi say a bit sarcastically.
“Let her sleep. We can talk about it when she wakes up.” Namjoon replied.
I wanted to know what they were talking about. My exhaustion wasn’t having it though. My consciousness checked out only seconds after Namjoon spoke with me comfortably situated in his arms.
Chapter 43》
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written by: 🥺
genre: fluff
warnings: none
pairing: namjoon x reader
summary: on some occasions, love isn't a strong enough word
thank you to @ofrosesandteacups for requesting this!! (not this kinda becoming a metaphor for army and the energy we put into loving them?? idk i see it but tell me what you think)
it feels as though you've been here before, although you are entirely certain you haven't. miles away from home in a foreign country, surrounded by speakers of a language you have yet to master - and yet it feels more like home than america ever could.
"do you miss your family?"
you do. not seeing them for five years is bound to create that feeling, equal parts longing and forgetting. but that same longing compelled you to seek out a new family, one that seems more like your flesh and blood than those who actually are.
"sometimes," you settle on. "i see them most days."
"just through a screen, though."
"are you trying to make me cry or something?"
namjoon laughs; lower and more hushed than usual. there's no reason for it, and yet you can understand why - it just fits the atmosphere.
laying between the ground and the sky, - somewhere that is also nowhere - it isn't like anyone could hear you besides the stars and the trees, and they are loyal; nature never spills the secrets that are whispered between humans when they think they are alone. secrets are too precious like that, too easily shattered. nature knows better.
but he whispers anyway, "of course not. just asking."
you turn your head to study him. his skin glows in the moonlight, eyes shining like stars reflected in a dark pond. a rush of warmth floods over you and stirs a thought that enters your head frequently: this is where i'm meant to be.
"you're my family."
a smile stretches over namjoon's lips. it's quiet, soft, and you start to wonder if that's just him, rather than an unspoken rule formulated by the setting.
"i know."
he's used to this. you tell him it frequently, tell every one of the boys that you love them as much as you possibly can, because with their busy schedules and the pressure that comes with fame, it's easy to forget that you're loved - truly, unconditionally loved - sometimes, and you want to remind them of that.
maybe that's why he doesn't act surprised when an 'i love you' slips through your lips next. that's okay, you don't need him to react, just feel the weight of your words, how much you really mean it.
"i appreciate you," he says.
you're used to this. the other boys have no qualms about returning your love, some less than others, but again, that's okay. but with namjoon, he hasn't said it once. he shows it in other ways, sure, this particular phrase being one of his favourite methods.
it was okay at first. up until the point you realised your feelings for him extended past friendship, and at the same time realised that it would, inevitably, end in a broken heart on your part.
he must sense this, as he quickly follows it up with, "and i don't say that to put you down, by the way. i just think that appreciation can be a lot stronger than love, you know?"
"no, uh, i understand that."
he doesn't stop there. "no, really. i could tell you i love you, because i do, but it wouldn't be able to express what i really feel."
he turns and locks eyes with you. his gaze is soft, soft, soft, but at the same time it burns, like gentle, slow heat on a summers day. you can't help but look away, instead focusing on the space between you two, where your fingers idly pick at individual blades of grass.
"y/n?"
you hum in response.
"i mean it," he states, now switching to english. maybe that's why you feel the most comfortable with him - you can relax in his presence, not having to worry about honorifics and conjugating verbs. "i appreciate the way you never hesitate to speak your mind; the way you treat us like you treat everyone else; the way you're always there when we need you."
you bite your lip, the confidence you usually hold dissipating into the atmosphere to join the clouds that roll overhead. "thank you," is all you can think to say. it's true, though. he's never usually like this, and you're grateful that he's finally confirmed it, even if its only in part.
a gentle hand touches your chin, prompting you to look upwards. you can't escape the warmth of his eyes now, and it's almost suffocating.
"you put your all into us. we appreciate it, we really do. but please remember to look after yourself once in a while. please?"
you nod. apparently, it isn't enough. "promise me. promise me you'll appreciate yourself as much as you appreciate us, and as much as we appreciate you."
a sigh escapes your lips. the light breeze caresses your skin, but namjoon's blanketing warmth is enough to keep the cold from settling into your bones.
"i promise."