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So hey! Finally decided to make one of these... maybe I’ll try and pretty it up someday but it’s gonna be barebones for a while. The main link will always lead to A03 but those that are also posted on Tumblr will have a link after the word count.
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JACKSEPTICEYE
Against the Grain • OC!PornstarxJack AU • In Progress - 27k
~ "Okay so besides the long-distance, there's something else you need to know before we make this official."
Jack's eyebrows pulled together, racking his brain for anything else that might hinder their relationship before it even started. "Alright... are you secretly a murderer or something?" Jack asked, laughing.
"No," Crystal laughed back, smiling as she watched Jack's face scrunch together in joy at the hilarious thought. She paused, waiting until she was staring back into his eyes, searching them for any doubt. Any worry. There was none yet, but she knew as soon as she said it, he would back out. Still, he was attractive as all hell, so she was gonna go for it. She opened her mouth to speak.
"... I'm a porn star."
Soulmates Thread • JackxReader • Complete - 19k
~ “It seems like you might be looking for this? It’s called a soulmates thread,” she said, grabbing the end piece and pulling it out, the spool turning with a creak. She held it between both of her index fingers and thumbs, twisting it softly in her grasp. “You tie it around your left ring finger right before bed, and when you wake up, the other end will be tied around your soulmate’s. You simply just need to follow the string to them.”
Part 1 of Magic in the Real World AU
Transponder • AntixReader • Complete - 7.5k
~ You could see the lights flicker from the corner of your vision, hearing your computer hum with booting on and off as you finish off drawing the runes on the carpet. But it was too late; he was already in the house.
Part 2 of Magic in the Real World AU
MARKIPLIER
Contract Binding • DarkxReader • Complete - 11.8k
~ “This will work like a job. You can be with me at all times for five days, but the other two I’m alone,” you continued, glancing up from the paper to stare at him. “Thursdays and Sundays are the days I want off.”
“Giving me the weekend; how generous of you,” Dark mused, eyes half-lidded.
~ Prequel to Limelight. “Maybe he needs a live demonstration to show that we’re not actually upset with one another?” you joked, biting down on your lip as you thought about Namjoon standing off to the side in the corner as Yoongi domm’ed the shit out of you. But when Yoongi didn’t immediately respond to dismiss the idea like you thought, you focused back in on him to see his brow furrowed in thought.
“Maybe he does…” Yoongi mumbled under his breath, and your own caught in your throat. He continued. “Maybe he needs the chance to put you in your place, so he can understand why we act the way we do.”
~ You had always wanted an android, someone to be your companion for life. So when you saw the rare sight of one on clearance you quickly snatched it up. What would soon follow would not only be your feelings for the robot start to grow, but also discovering the true nature of why he was on sale in the first place…
My Brother’s Best Friend (D)
~ When you come home for the summer, you realize your brother’s best friend isn’t the same kid you used to know him as.
~ The 27th was always blocked off on your calendar. It was a sacred day for you, a day to relax, to unwind, to let go. That was the day Master would take care of you.
KIM SEOKJIN
The Man In The Woods • Alien!SeokjinxReader • Complete - 6.2k • Tumblr
~ When you went for a walk in the woods, you weren’t exactly expecting to find a man passed out. Or find out that he wasn’t of this world. But that’s exactly what happened.
The Men On The Ship • Alien!SeokjinxReaderxAlien!Jungkook • Complete - 8.1k • Tumblr
~ Sequel to The Man In The Woods. Your strange encounter takes you out of this world – quite literally – when you travel with Jin back to his home planet.
~ You were a tease. It was in your nature, to be a flirt, to be a minx. It was just how and who you were. And he knew it. Loved it, in fact. Because the relationship wouldn’t have worked otherwise if he didn’t.
It’s just how you two were.
~ Prequel to Limelight. “Maybe he needs a live demonstration to show that we’re not actually upset with one another?” you joked, biting down on your lip as you thought about Namjoon standing off to the side in the corner as Yoongi domm’ed the shit out of you. But when Yoongi didn’t immediately respond to dismiss the idea like you thought, you focused back in on him to see his brow furrowed in thought.
“Maybe he does…” Yoongi mumbled under his breath, and your own caught in your throat. He continued. “Maybe he needs the chance to put you in your place, so he can understand why we act the way we do.”
Sick Day (D)
~ Yoongi finds out you’re sick.
Rule 34 (Masterlist) (D)
~ A collection of smutty drabbles involving my BDSM YoongixReader couple.
~ When Hobi and you finally get some time away from the kids, you can’t believe that it’s on Halloween of all nights! Sneaking away to an adult Halloween dance party, things turn exciting when Hoseok goes from Dad to Daddy. Part of the BTS Ghostie Writers’ Dynamite Dads Event.
Forbidden Fruit • HoseokxReader • Complete - 7.7k • Tumblr
~ You’re hopelessly in love with your best friend, and your idiot self has the brilliant idea of asking to be friends-with-benefits with him. Because if this is the closest you can get to having him, you’ll take it.
~ When your boyfriend surprises you with an early birthday gift. Part of the House of Lust collab.
PARK JIMIN
HOA • Neighbor!JiminxReader • Complete - 6k • Tumblr
~ You finally decided to swallow your fears and say hi. Good neighbors brought gifts to introduce you to the area, right? So what if this was like two weeks late, it’s the thought that counts… right? ‘Oh God, what if he’s not home?’ you thought to yourself, already in the process of ringing the doorbell when the thought entered your mind. You started to back up, freezing when you heard the latch turn from his side, door opening to reveal your neighbor.
KIM TAEHYUNG
Hate Me (D)
~ You and actor Kim Taehyung shoot a music video together.
The Man In My Room • Alien!TaehyungxReader • Complete - 6.7k • Tumblr
~ Sequel to The Men On The Ship. When Jin has to depart for a few days, he makes sure to leave you in good hands.
~ You’re not quite sure why, but for some reason Jungkook is into you. Even if you are ten years older than him.
The Men On The Ship • Alien!SeokjinxReaderxAlien!Jungkook • Complete - 8.1k • Tumblr
~ Sequel to The Man In The Woods. Your strange encounter takes you out of this world – quite literally – when you travel with Jin back to his home planet.
Summary: College life is not what you expected and befriending your peers is a challenge, at least until your coworkers invite you to join their weekly trivia night. Sexual tension skyrockets as you befriend this curious group of handsome young men.
An OT7, non-idol AU.
Genre: Fluff, smut, a little angst
Content Warnings: Semi-public sex, oral sex (f. receiving), mutual masturbation, edging, laundry kink
Word Count: 7.3K
Normally, Monday nights were quiet. The café was closed, so you had the day off work. With winter break still in full swing, there were no classes to rush between, and no coursework to keep you busy. But this Monday wasn’t your normal Monday. This particular Monday featured you pacing nervously outside of an unfamiliar building on the other side of the city. The sky was already dark, and a deep chill seeped into your coat from how long you lingered on the sidewalk. That was ultimately what pushed you inside.
The dance studio was smaller than you had imagined. You had expected to find it more like a club, or at least like the clubs you had seen in movies: dim lights, sultry atmosphere, blaring music. Instead, there was a brightly lit room with polished wood floors, and walls lined with mirrors. A sound system was perched on a table in the corner of the room, and a small area was set aside with folding chairs and a table with basic refreshments. Otherwise, the space was spartan.
A small group had already formed in the studio, all unfamiliar faces. You ducked your head, slipping towards an empty row of chairs to change into the shoes Jimin had recommended. Nervously, your eyes drifted towards the door. Where were your friends? What if, somehow, this was the completely wrong place, and nobody you knew showed up? Anxiety crept through your veins, tense and on edge. Your phone remained an ever-present crutch in your palm, under constant surveillance for a text from Jimin, or any of your elder friends. Maybe one in particular…
Namjoon had checked in on you after hearing about your follies following the snowball fight. It was a simple text, but it had your heart racing to know that he thought about you. Half dazed, you wondered if you had imagined the tension building between you both. There was no mention of what had or had not happened that night. Had his eyes ever truly dropped to your lips, tilting ever closer? Did his hot breath ghost across your cheek, or had you merely dreamt it? Everything blurred in your mind, the more you dared to remember.
In an uncommon surge of confidence, you began to type in the group chat: "Are you guys still coming?" Mockingly, it seemed, the door opened the moment you hit send, revealing Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon. You could hear the vibration of their phones from across the room and watched with eager interest as Namjoon pulled his phone from his pocket to check the message. You cursed your fluttering heart as he spun his head around in search of you, dimples creeping into his cheeks with his warm smile.
"I didn't know you were coming," Namjoon said, and you tried not to read into his bright tone or the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed.
"Yeah," Hoseok chimed in. "Pretty sure that winners didn't need to come."
Crossing your arms around your middle, you shrugged. "I promised Jimin a few weeks ago that I would come. He seemed really excited about the class."
"That makes one of us," Yoongi mumbled, turning to Hoseok. "She can take my place, right? That counts."
"Not how this works," Hoseok laughed, shaking his head. He dropped to the chair beside you with an air of relaxed familiarity, pulling a change of shoes from his duffel bag.
"That's sweet of you," Namjoon said. He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. "You're a good friend, I mean. Jimin’s been asking us to come for a while, and it took losing a bet for us to actually show up…” A pang of guilt flashed across his face.
“Pretty sure you did him a favor by not coming,” Yoongi interjected, sinking into a chair and tugging his hoodie lower over his forehead.
Hoseok clapped a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder, full of optimism. “You don’t get better without trying. You could be Jimin’s greatest success story!”
“Or his greatest liability,” Yoongi added, and you feigned a cough to hide the snort of laughter which you failed to suppress.
“Oh come on, he can’t be that bad,” you laughed. Rather than reassurance, you were met with silence. “Right?” Your eyes darted nervously between the trio, but no one dared to counter.
“Oh good, you came!” A voice exclaimed, and you peered around your seated friends to spot Jimin, with Jin trailing behind.
“Hey Chim,” Hoseok waved. “Late to your own class?”
“I’m not late. It just took a while to coax Jin into coming,” Jimin explained, an edge of impatience sneaking into his tone. The tension between the two men was palpable. Jin stood a few steps back, his expression lost somewhere between glum and disinterested, but most certainly lacking in presence.
Quickly, Jimin changed his shoes and began what was left of setting up the room and collecting class fees. He was stopped by a few people, making small talk. Somehow it felt bizarre. Your every interaction with your friends had been within the group. Watching conversations bloom on the periphery felt as though a bubble had burst. It was a reminder that they all had lives and friendships that extended beyond you, but you…you had built a reliance upon them.
It hit a bit like tunnel vision, the way your anxiety shut you off from the rest of the room. Suddenly, you were on the outskirts looking in at a whole room that was bustling with life: a casual observer. Then came the thoughts, creeping in like an eerie mist. Why is it that everyone around you seemed to make easy friendships, but you could never seem to break through? Was your friendship with the group a burden, borne of pity? You closed your eyes and counted your breaths – one, two in – three, four out – repeat.
You pushed yourself through your brief history, shutting out the doubts as best as possible to focus on the highs. You remembered the excitement of your teammates and their insistence that you join in as a trivia night regular. You remembered Team Cuddle Sluts and the pile of comfort you had built with your newfound friends. You remembered running into Namjoon at the library and bonding over books. You remembered Jungkook’s utter glee at seeing the inside of a dorm for the first time. And as you thought through these moments, however brief, you recognized that you are not just a social leech, taking and taking. For as many moments as these men had welcomed you into their lives, you had been able to offer them the tiniest of experiences and moments of joy in return. Though it will take some time – ages, really – for you to fully grasp and accept, you reached an epiphany, and it urged you onward with a respectable surge of confidence.
A series of sharp claps drew you from your thoughts as Jimin called the class to attention. Your eyes shot to the center of the room where he stood, and you joined in the circle of students surrounding him.
"Ok everyone. Thank you for coming out tonight," Jimin started, his tone both gentle and deliberate as he began his lesson. "For those who are new: welcome! This will be the first lesson of our four-week rotation for beginner's rumba. Now," he cleared his throat, "Rumba is a Latin dance with origins in Cuba. Danced with a four-four signature, we'll follow a pattern of slow-quick-quick. Two beats on slow, one beat each for quick. We are going to start off with a basic sidestep. We'll make a broader sidestep on our slow beat, followed by two quick side steps. But let's not think of these quick steps as steps, so much as shifting weight. What we are really getting here is motion in the lower body driven through our ankles and footwork, creating some nice movement in our hips. Like this," Jimin said demonstrating the movements.
It was hard not to gawk at the fluidity in his motion, the way his hips seemed to sway effortlessly, duplicated by the wall of mirrors. Your own reflection stared back at you awkwardly before you redirected your attention. He counted aloud as he repeated the steps: slow, quick, quick - slow, quick, quick - slow...
"Alright, let's spread out a little and give this a shot."
Cautiously, you shuffled into place, following Jimin's cue as he led the count for the group. The whole room seemed to move in unison, dancers of varying skill all doing their best to mimic Jimin's steps. He wove throughout the studio, observing and offering advice as he went along. Reaching you, he patted your shoulder encouragingly.
“You’re doing great on your timing. Try this with me, OK?” You nodded, eager for his advice. “I want you to carry your weight towards your toes, not your heels.” He placed a hand on your back, and you straightened your posture with his guidance. “You’re focused on your feet, but you don’t want to look down or you’ll break frame. Try watching in the mirror instead.” He winked, and your cheeks burned at the implication. Steeling yourself, you let your eyes drift to the mirror and tried to incorporate his suggestions while he moved on to his next pupil.
As your confidence grew, your eyes drifted to observe others in the mirrors. It was interesting to see the array of skills, bizarre how you could easily decipher the more experienced dancers from the way they carried themselves, though you could not possibly list what they were doing correctly that set them apart from the rest.
Jimin’s clapping again drew you from your thoughts as he directed the room to split into leads and follows. You were uncertain of the distinction but inferred that “following” may better suit your confidence level. Staring across the room, you realized you were alone amongst strangers, with all of your friends sorted into leads.
You listened intently as Jimin explained the movements for a box step, pulling a volunteer from your side of the room to demonstrate. They moved together in unison, hips swaying like figure eights as they rotated. It was so captivating that you forgot to focus on what exactly they were showcasing, beyond perfection.
“Ok, let’s partner up!” Jimin eyeballed the two groups quickly. “It looks like we have a pretty even mix today, but we’ll rotate partners to make sure everyone gets a chance to dance.”
Your head turned, surveying the way people gravitated towards one another, and worrying over who to join. You nearly jumped when you noticed a figure slip beside you.
“You look nervous,” Hoseok said, nudging your side. His bright smile was hypnotically reassuring, and you released tension you had not realized you were holding in your shoulders.
“I’m shy,” you explained with a shrug. “This seems like an extrovert’s playground.”
Hoseok shook his head at you. “Dancing has room for everyone. Sometimes you just have to take the first step.”
“Alright, very punny,” you said, tone drier than usual, despite trying to sound upbeat. “So, do you have a partner already?”
“Yeah, you,” he said, beaming. Cupping a hand around his mouth, he leaned in close to whisper in your ear. “I’ll count that as your first step.”
Your cheeks heated. You barely knew Hoseok. You’ve enjoyed his occasional quips during trivia nights and knew him just enough to recognize that your mutual friends call him Hobi, but not well enough to use the endearment on your own.
“Thank you,” you said softly, relief turning the corners of your mouth upwards.
Hoseok pulled you into frame as Jimin queued the music, counting the beat aloud for the class. His body radiated heat as he held you close. You worried over your hand, the clamminess from nerves, and fumbling over how to meet his grip. Before you could truly embarrass yourself, he took control. His arm curled around your back confidently, guiding your movements so naturally that you barely had to think. The tips of his open fingers hooked over yours, forming a silent tether of communication. His confidence transferred to you, allowing you to feel confident in your own movements. Dancing with Hoseok, even in this basic step, felt like second nature. You relished it.
You were lost in your own world, hardly noticing the way Jimin swerved through the room and offered guidance to those in need. If it were not for the loud gasp and apology that stole even Hoseok’s attention, you would have remained oblivious to the sudden commotion. Stalling mid-step, you followed his gaze across the room to Namjoon and his partner.
“I’m so, so sorry,” Namjoon kept repeating frantically, unsure of what to do. His partner had sunk to the floor, clutching her foot in pain. You could see red through her open shoes from a distance, and your heart dropped to your stomach in concern.
Jimin quickly approached, crouching beside her. You couldn’t hear their conversation over the music, but could deduce two things: she was hurt, and Namjoon was as dangerous on the dance floor as all your friends had implied. Jin approached quickly, joining Jimin in helping her upright. Words were exchanged, and Jin led her away from the dance floor and out of sight, brow furrowed with concern. You wondered, then, if this is what he looked like every time he came to your aid too.
Namjoon moved awkwardly to the side of the room, taking a seat away from the dancers. It may have been the first time you had seen him in this state. You were so accustomed to his confidence and intellect that it had never occurred to you that he even had flaws. You realized that was a foolish impression – nobody is perfect – and yet it still disarmed you. All at once you were endeared by his shame, this very human element you had just witnessed for the first time, and terrified to ever fall victim to his clumsiness.
From across the room, Namjoon met your gaze. He offered an apologetic smile, as though he had trampled your feet and not those of a stranger. You returned what you hoped was a reassuring smile of your own, but he glanced down at his shoes shortly after, too abrupt for you to gauge how the gesture was received.
Jimin called the room back to attention, trying his best to refocus on dancing rather than imminent doom. Hoseok’s hand landed in the center of your back, pulling you back into frame, and your attention back to him.
As you rotated around the room of strangers, changing partners at Jimin’s whim amidst new steps in the lesson, you realized just how much Hoseok’s guidance carried you along. The skill level and inherent communication varied with each partner. In some cases, you felt the need to reinforce your own steps, ignoring their guidance, and in others it felt more balanced, but none felt quite like dancing with Hoseok. With him you could let go, knowing that his touch would cast your body into place.
When you reached Yoongi in the rotation, a new awkwardness arose. Perhaps it was his blatant discontent, or maybe it was the fact that despite spending so much time in his presence you barely knew him. It was, in a sense, worse than dancing with a stranger, knowing that you would see him again on Friday even if this turned out to be an uncomfortable mess. Funny how you could lay yourself bare and dripping with Jimin and Taehyung, and yet the fear of embarrassing yourself with poor footwork with Yoongi seemed far more daunting.
“Um…how’ve your dances been so far?” You asked, unsure of what else to say but too uncomfortable with silence to say nothing at all. There was barely enough time between changing partners to make conversation, but you felt the need to try.
Yoongi shrugged. “Not my thing,” he said, “But at least I haven’t hurt anyone.” You felt the secondhand embarrassment as he spoke but offered no response. Namjoon was still on the sidelines, head cradled shamefully in his hands as he waited for the class to end. When you started to move together, you felt sluggishness in his stride. His movements were minute, subtle but dragging. It was clear that he did not want to be here, but you picked up more than that, an exhaustion that permeated his being.
You wanted to ask him. You wanted to ask him why you see him so often on campus. The question was on the tip of your tongue, but you faltered. With Yoongi, you felt uneasiness. You doubted yourself, felt a fool before words even left your mouth. Yoongi didn’t hold his punches, and maybe you just weren’t ready for raw honesty in the way he delivered it. So, you stayed quiet for the rest of your dance, and maybe you were better off for doing so.
When the lesson was over, Namjoon had already left. Jimin and Hoseok were deep in conversation with strangers, and Yoongi had disappeared so suddenly that you would have doubted that he had ever been present. You changed your shoes, and with a final glance around the studio, ventured out into the cold winter night.
Not dissimilar to your unusual Monday, your Friday routine was equally disrupted. The group opted to meet for Trivia night at Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok’s apartment so that Jungkook could get an early night of rest before his boxing tournament the next morning. He was off work for the night for a final practice, leaving you and Jin to run the café on yet another quiet evening.
You stood outside the door of the café as Jin locked up for the night, clutching your coat tight against the cold. Your hands were still wet from washing up dishes, and they burned where they met the winter air.
“So,” you started as Jin turned away from the door. “Is the apartment far?” It was awkward small talk. You could just as easily look it up on your phone, but you were scrambling to make any conversation with Jin lately.
“It’s not too far,” he said. “I can walk with you, if you want.”
You raised a brow. “Are you not going?”
Jin shook his head. “No, I have other plans.”
“Oh…Ok.” He didn’t elaborate, and you didn’t push for details. “Um, I have the address from the group chat. I should be ok getting there.” You waited for Jin’s standard rebuttal, his insistence that you needed a chaperone to navigate the city at night alone, but he didn’t protest. Typing the address into your phone for directions, you weren’t sure if you felt more relief or concern. With a quick wave goodbye, you parted ways.
Jin was right, the apartment wasn’t far off the beaten path, but you could feel unease in your gut as you stood outside the unfamiliar building. Wringing your hands, you fought hard against the anxious paralysis that halted you on the sidewalk, and reminded yourself that you were invited here. You were wanted.
You held your breath as you rang the doorbell, not releasing until you could hear familiar voices approaching from within. Hoseok greeted you with a broad grin, draping his arm around your shoulders to pull you inside with a hug more familiar than you had anticipated.
“Hey!” You could hear your name cheered from within the apartment, growing louder as Hoseok led you through. As you entered the living room, it was clear that you were the last to arrive, and half empty drinks were already scattered around the room.
Channeling confidence that was still unfamiliar to you, you bowed dramatically. “I’m so glad I could grace you all with my presence. I apologize for the wait.”
“You gotta catch up!” Jimin bellowed from his seat on the floor, filling several shot glasses on the table before him with soju. He handed one to you swiftly, and hands from around the room reclaimed their own glasses in tandem. Clinking in cheers, you took a gentle sip and relaxed. It was easy to drink, sweet. Grape, maybe? You tilted your head back and finished your drink. Jimin was quick to pour you another.
“Fill me in! What did I miss?” You sank onto the carpet on the opposite side of the table, lifting your glass to your lips once more. Second by second, the tight cord of anxiety that had been pulled taught through your chest began to slacken.
“To be honest, I lost track,” Taehyung said, shuffling behind you and resting his head on your shoulder. He held his glass out to Jimin for another refill.
“We were debating whether Jimin would still be allowed to teach after Namjoon maimed that girl’s foot,” Yoongi called across the room.
“See, this is why I drink,” Jimin rolled his eyes dramatically, swallowing another shot.
Your eyes turned to Namjoon, sitting quietly in the corner. His cheeks flushed, and you could see the embarrassment creeping into his features. You crawled across the floor to join him while the others continued to joke.
“Hey,” you said softly, poking Namjoon’s knee. “Are you okay?”
He smiled halfheartedly. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
You surveyed his features, skeptical. “Yeah, but how do you actually feel?”
Namjoon sighed, replying softly so only you could hear. “I don’t think I’ll ever live this down, and I feel terrible for thinking more about my own embarrassment than the pain I caused someone else.”
“You know, it’s ok to focus on your own emotions. You’re always trying to do the right thing and help other people, and I admire that about you. That doesn’t mean you have to be selfless all the time, though.”
Your eyes flitted up to meet his, only to find his gaze fixed elsewhere. You followed it to where your hand rested on his knee, thumb absentmindedly tracing soothing lines over the soft fabric of his trousers.
“Sorry,” you said, pulling away.
Namjoon’s eyes lingered on his knee. His lips parted with a moment’s hesitation. “The things I want…I’m more selfish than you realize.”
“Oh cheer up!” Hoseok called across the room, pulling you both back into their conversation with a jolt. “It wasn’t all bad. Jin at least got a date out of it.”
Your eyes shifted around the room, trying to determine if you were the last to know, and why. “Oh, is that where he’s at tonight?”
“Mhm,” Taehyung nodded.
“About damn time,” Jimin said. “He’s needed to blow off steam for a while. I think this will be good for him.” But you heard what went unspoken: good for Jimin, too. It would explain the tension between the two the other night. You wondered why Jin hadn’t mention it earlier.
“You’re telling me,” Yoongi grumbled, followed with a chorus of agreement.
“See? Sounds you like set up the ultimate meet cute,” you insisted, determined to lift Namjoon’s mood. “Who knows? One day Jin could be settled down and telling his kids ‘I owe this all to Namjoon!’”
Namjoon’s dimples creased as you finally drew a smile from him.
“Yes!” You cheered, punching the air victoriously. “Yes, more smiles!”
“More drinks!” Jimin cheered, mocking you playfully.
“More drinks!” You mirrored, raising your empty glass in a toast. Jimin opened a fresh bottle and filled glasses around the room.
“Okay, okay, okay. Hear me out,” Hoseok insisted as he addressed the group, cheeks flushed and eyes crinkled from his broad smile. “Since Jin’s not here, we don’t have even teams tonight. So, I vote we play something else instead of trivia.”
“What, are you afraid of losing?” Taehyung raised a brow in challenge. “It never seemed to be an issue before, when your team had an extra player.” Jimin and Jungkook whooped dramatically in the background, and you could have sworn you heard one of them cawk like a chicken.
“What if we just flipped a coin or something, and the winning team gets the extra player?” Yoongi suggested, uninterested in the drama.
“Nah, rock-paper-scissors. I at least want to feel like it was earned,” Namjoon said. Nods of agreement and mumblings of “fine” and “I guess” resounded through the room. “So, who is up for trades?”
“How about me, since I’m newest?” You volunteered with a shrug.
“Deal,” Hoseok and Yoongi said in unison.
“But you’re our secret weapon. We need you…” Jungkook frowned. You had never seen a person look so much like a sad puppy in your life, and a pang of guilt twisted your gut.
“I mean, it’s no guarantee they’ll win…I might not even be on their team,” you reassured him. Or were you reassuring yourself? But as Hoseok and Taehyun faced off, hands ready to throw on the count of three, your eyes drifted to Namjoon and you knew which outcome you wanted. Your heart thundered in anticipation and leapt into your throat as Hoseok’s rock crushed Taehyung’s scissors. Maybe you were a traitor after all.
“No, there’s no way that’s right,” Yoongi said.
“I swear on it. A group of flamingos is called a flamboyance,” you insisted.
“Well, I know it’s not a murder,” Hoseok said. “But this feels a little on the nose, even for me.”
“What do you think?” You asked, turning to Namjoon.
“I’m not sure, but I trust your intuition.”
Yoongi and Hoseok exchanged a silent look and shrugged before submitting your team’s answer.
“Huh,” Yoongi remarked with surprise a moment later when the results flashed across the screen. “Guess you were right.”
“Yes! Game point!” Hoseok cheered, clapping you on the back.
“Traitor!” Taehyung shouted across the room, hands cupped around his mouth to amplify his voice.
“Yeah, traitor!” Jimin joined in, while Jungkook booed.
You startled as Namjoon’s arm wrapped around your shoulder, tugging you close. “If you guys keep this up, we’ll steal her for good and make you take Jin.” Heat rose to your cheeks at the proximity. You hadn’t been this close since you had huddled together for warmth during the snowball fight…the night you had nearly kissed. It replayed in your mind constantly, the moment so fleeting you worried that you had imagined it.
Surely, he must feel it: the heat of your body and hummingbird pulse. His large hand gently squeezed your shoulder while his thumb rubbed soothing circles. Was this deliberate? Retribution for your absent-minded touches earlier that evening? A shiver rolled down your spine as he brushed over the hem of your collar, tickling the sensitive skin of your neck. And just like that he withdrew, recoiling as though your body shook him off.
You should be desensitized to this. Over the course of winter break you had been taking full advantage of the empty dorm to act out your fantasies with Jimin and Taehyung. And yet you still felt timid around Namjoon, wound just a little too tight. You needed to release that pressure, and soon.
Jungkook left shortly after trivia ended so he could get an early night’s rest, but not without sheepishly asking for you to come to his tournament in the morning.
“Of course I’ll be there!” You scoffed. “Like I could see you working this hard and NOT cheer you on.” With a chaste hug goodbye, you mumbled into his chest. “You’re going to crush it tomorrow. I can already tell.”
“Fingers crossed,” he said, and disappeared into the night.
Light from the TV flashed from scene to scene, illuminating the dark living room and casting silhouettes across the walls. You couldn’t focus on the movie, though. Your imagination was running more than wild enough to keep you entertained.
It’s not a big deal. You opted to sit on the floor, which was nothing new. But with all the space available to sprawl, Namjoon was planted firmly at your side. The solid muscle of his thigh pressed flush against your own, so close you could feel the warmth of his body through your clothes.
It had to be deliberate, right?
You couldn’t think of anything else beyond this simple touch. Every subtle shift of his body felt amplified by his proximity. If you were on edge before, now you were on the brink of madness, mainly because that was the full extent of your contact. It was at once incredibly subtle and impossible to ignore. You needed the tension to break, needed him to do something – anything – to help you understand what he wanted.
The golden light posts that lined the pathways around campus shone through the tilted blinds of your dorm window, casting pale stripes across the ceiling. You lost track of how long your eyes lingered there, mind adrift. All evening, you were on edge trying to decipher Namjoon’s half-there signals. Was he trying to be close because he was interested in you? Was that romantic or sexual, or was it all a mere coincidence? But more importantly, what did you want it to be?
For months, you had been hellbent on keeping purely casual relationships. You had an understanding with Jimin and Taehyung, and that was working out well. Emotions weren’t muddled into the mix, and jealousy was left at the door. It was easy. The temptation for “more” didn’t really exist in your mind. Differences were great enough that you could focus on sexual chemistry without craving something deeper.
But with Namjoon… You couldn’t envision a casual relationship. The sexual attraction was there, without a doubt, but there was more to it than that. You’d be a fool to deny it. You wanted to learn more about him, share your thoughts and hear his too. You wanted to absorb all of his wisdom and support him even in his clumsiness. That’s friendship, you reasoned, and yet it somehow felt like more.
What would “more” even look like? Every relationship you’d had in the past had been smothering and self-sacrificing in a way that made you resentful. Would that be the same with Namjoon? How much of your time could you devote to another person on top of work and studies without neglecting your own needs?
What if Namjoon got bored of you? You were at different places in your life. Sure, you had similar interests, but you lacked life experience in comparison – you were sure of it. And if it ended, would you be alienated from all of your other friends since he had known them first?
And what about Jin? His only request when he learned you had slept with Jimin was that you not flaunt your sex life and relationships in front of him. Despite his mercurial mood, he was still your friend and you didn’t want to hurt him.
All signs pointed to a relationship with Namjoon being a bad idea, if he even wanted that in the first place.
Your head began to ache from your racing thoughts. You turned onto your side, hugging your blankets tight to your chest until you drifted off to sleep.
With a sigh, you stood from the nearly empty bleachers. You weren’t sure who all was coming to Jungkook’s tournament, but you expected at least a few friends would be here by now in support. When you went to check the group chat, though, you realized you had no signal.
Phone in hand, you wandered out of the gymnasium and down a brightly lit hall. Still nothing. Your eyes lingered on the top of the screen, monitoring for any change when you heard a frustrated groan from around the bend. Curious, you poked your head around the corner.
Jungkook paced the hallway, one hand waving his phone while the other made anxious passes through his hair.
“No service here, either?” You asked, and Jungkook spun in surprise.
“Fuck. No.” He groaned, falling back against the wall with a soft thud. “I’m losing my mind.”
“Nervous about your match?” You assumed, hoping you could find a way to cheer him up.
“Yes. No. It’s…” He sighed, raking his fingers through his hair once more. “I have a…ritual…before every match. I just need to get online.”
“What’s your ritual? Do you have a song that gets you pumped, or something?” Jungkook’s stress was tangible, and you just wished there was something you could do to help.
“It’s nothing…” Jungkook muttered, avoiding your gaze and piquing your curiosity even more.
“Hey,” you prodded. “Kookie, you can tell me,” you said, squatting low to the ground and gazing up in an attempt to meet his eye. Staring up through your lashes, you insisted, “I won’t judge.”
“Please stand up,” he said, barely above a whisper.
“Not until you tell me,” you teased, poking his thigh.
Jungkook sucked in a breath, and you swore you saw a subtle movement before you. “Please…I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“Kookie, I doubt you could make me uncomfortable. You’re like the world’s buffest bunny.” He cracked a brief smile, and you stored it away to celebrate later.
“It’s just…it’s sexual.” He rubbed the back of his flushing neck awkwardly, glancing away once more. The pieces of the puzzle started to align, and you noticed a twitch before your eyes again, barely disguised by Jungkook’s blue gym shorts.
A beat of silence passed between you. After a moment’s consideration, you broached an offer. “Is there…anything I can do to help?”
“It’s ok if you change your mind,” Jungkook said, sitting on the wooden bench of the deserted women’s locker room.
“It’s ok, Kookie. I want to help. I just need you to tell me how.”
“Fuck, this is embarrassing,” he said, massaging his temples. “So, before every match, just to um…well, it’s just…hormones, and…”
“Hey,” you said, squatting down and rubbing a soothing hand over his thigh. “You don’t have to worry. I’m not going to judge you. We all have our thing.” Your mind drifted, momentarily, to all of the times you had almost gotten caught: touching yourself on the sofa, Taehyung’s fingers slipping into your pants during the movie, burying your moans while you rode Jimin in the dead of night in the shared apartment… The thrill of the risk was part of the turn on.
“Edging.” Jungkook sighed. “Before every match, I… watch some porn, just enough to get turned on. But I can’t let myself finish. It helps me feel more…I dunno…aggressive, when I go into a match. Like I have this adrenaline rush that I need to fight out. I always do better. But my imagination is shit right now, and I can’t get online to find any material…”
“Ok,” you said with a shrug. “That’s not that weird, Kookie.”
“No?” he said with a shy smile, relief passing over his boyish features. “That’s not too weird for you?”
“No.” You shook your head. “Just, um, tell me what you’re comfortable with and what’s off limits.”
“Same goes for you,” he agreed, and shared everything you needed to know.
“I should be nervous,” you thought as you straddled Jungkook’s lap on the bench, but instead his shyness drew out an almost protective calm in you. His fingers hovered over your thighs, as if he needed explicit permission to touch you. You rolled your hips suggestively, aiming to encourage him.
Tentative hands gripped your waist, pressing you down harder. The thin fabric of his gym shorts did little to disguise the growing bulge grinding against your core. Your palms steadied against his chest. You couldn’t ignore the solid wall of muscle that slowly engulfed your body, below your thighs, beneath your fingers, encircling your waist...
Knowing your time was limited, you reached for the hem of your shirt and tugged it over your head. As if a switch was flipped, Jungkook’s large hands travelled with abandon across your bare skin. All shreds of nervousness were gone, replaced with nothing short of hunger. His lips roamed your neck, grazing sensitive spots that caused your breath to quicken.
Impatiently, Jungkook tugged down the cups of your bra, freeing your breasts to spill over the useless fabric. His lips moved to your chest, quickly latching around one nipple while his thumb swiped over the other. Your fingers found purchase in his tousled black hair, holding him close while you squirmed in his lap.
His cock grew harder still, sprung enough to poke through the gap in your bodies. You rolled your hips forward, grinding against what must have been the head, though you couldn’t see it. Jungkook’s soft moans peppered your chest, and you repeated the motion.
“Fuck,” he said, gripping your hips to hold you back. “I can’t…if you keep that up, I’m…” He didn’t need to finish the sentence for you to understand. You shimmied off of his lap, stepping away until your back pressed against the cold wall of lockers.
“Do you want to stop?” You asked, cautiously. This was harder than you imagined. Teasing Jungkook meant teasing yourself too, and you could already feel how wet you were during those few steps back.
Jungkook shook his head, closing his eyes and taking a centering breath. “No, I just need a minute.”
After a moment, his hand creeped towards his crotch, fingers rubbing over the strained fabric. His eyes flicked upwards, glazed gaze dragging over your body. “You’re so fucking hot,” he groaned, gripping himself through his shorts. “Your tits are even better than I imagined.”
“You imagined my tits?” You taunted with a smirk, reaching up to cup your breast. You had little right to tease, knowing your imagination had run wild more than once as well.
Jungkook’s hand slipped beneath the waistband of his shorts. “Don’t act so surprised,” he said. His eyes squeezed shut as he gripped himself. “You know we’ve all thought about it…thought about fucking you. Can’t…help it…” His breaths grew shorter, staccato rhythm. He paused again to steady himself.
“I want to see you, too,” you said, pinching your nipple and sending a shiver down your spine. “Show me how you touch yourself.”
“I will if you will,” he said, searching your eyes for agreement. You nodded, dying to feel relief from the tension wrecking your body.
As Jungkook pushed down his gym shorts, you fumbled with the button of your jeans and shimmied them down your hips. Tendrils of your arousal strung between your soaked panties and aching sex, dissipating as you shoved them mid-thigh. His cock sprung free, already glistening at the tip.
You watched each other, aroused and curious, as you explored your own bodies. Your fingers drifted down to circle your clit while Jungkook’s fist wrapped around his cock, thumb swiping over the flushed tip with every upward stoke. His hooded eyes fixed on the motion of your fingers as he sped and slowed his movements, constantly holding himself back as he narrowed in on the climax he denied himself again and again.
Stretching your fingers, you slipped inside, craving a deeper sensation. But that spot you needed was just out of reach, no matter how hard you tried. Your brow furrowed in frustration, resigning to your former tactics.
“Do you want a hand?” Jungkook asked between panting breaths, slowing his motions once more.
“This is supposed to be about you,” you said, dismissing his offer with a shake of your head.
“This is already better than what I usually do,” he insisted. “Can I?”
You hesitated a moment before nodding. It would be a lie to say you didn’t want it.
Jungkook stood from the bench, towering as he caged you against the locker. You were so accustomed to his shyness that his sudden assertion made you dizzy. His warm palm rested on your bare hip, and he searched your eyes for permission once more before drifting lower.
Strong digits slid through your folds, tentative as they explored. Cautiously, he slipped one finger inside, then added another. It didn’t take Jungkook long to find a rhythm, pulsing and curling inside of you. You buried your face in his shirt, gripping the loose fabric as you rapidly came undone. He found your weak spot so easily, pressing into it with firm vibrations that made your legs shake. It felt too fucking good. You gasped, crying into his chest as you came.
Jungkook slowed his movements, running soothing passes over your back with his free hand. As your breathing slowed, you became consciously aware of his erection pressed against your hip. “Can you hold out just a little bit longer?” He asked, and you nodded into his chest.
He pulled away, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before sinking down to his knees. You watched in awe as his tongue swiped over your clit, observed every subtle motion of his jaw as he devoured you. Already half-gone, it didn’t take much for you to return to your former high.
“Kook,” you panted, fingers snaking through his hair. “You’re really fucking good at this.” He groaned in response, refusing to pull away. Through tear-dusted lashes you spotted his hand wrapping around his cock once more, pumping slowly as hip lips suctioned around your clit. You let out cry as the flat of his tongue swiped across. Your legs shook with pleasure and hips bucked as you came a second time, but he kept going, thrusting his fingers back into your core.
It was overwhelming, the pleasure that consumed you. Pressure bloomed deep in your abdomen as his fingers hammered against your weak spot, and a cord seemed to tighten up your spine, ready to snap as he sucked on your clit. Your breath came in gasps, cries of ecstasy bouncing around the room. One orgasm crashed into another, and another, and just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, you heard Jungkook swear under his breath and stop abruptly.
Your heart was pounding so hard you could see the flutter in your chest. Jungkook sat back on his heels, gripping the base of his cock firmly. “Too close,” he mumbled, wincing as he tried to stifle any last dregs of pleasure from his body. “Way too close.”
Jungkook swiped the back of his hand over his chin, wiping away your juices as he stood. He tucked himself back into his shorts and sat back on the bench.
Your legs were jelly. It took a moment for you to collect yourself before you could pull your clothing back into place. Your mouth felt too dry and the air too warm. “How long do you have until your fight?” You asked, trying to buy yourself some time while you recovered.
Jungkook checked his phone. “Fifteen minutes,” he said. “Perfect.”
“Ok, good. Glad we didn’t overshoot it.” Fixing your bra, you glanced around for a restroom to clean up. In silence, you both wandered to the sinks, washing up and righting your appearance in the mirror.
“Hey…um, I just wanted to say…This doesn’t have to be a whole thing.” You said awkwardly. “Just friends helping friends?” You met his eye in the mirror as he splashed water on his face.
“Friends helping friends.” He nodded in agreement, shoulders relaxing. Drying his hands, he shot you a sly smile “Well, friend, I have to will away a boner or this match is going to get real awkward real fast. Do you mind leaving ahead of me?”
“Sure thing,” you chirped, walking towards the door. “Think about grandmas.”
“Uh-huh,” he grunted.
“Avocados?”
Jungkook grunted again.
“Fabric softener?” You added, hand on the door.
“Uh…go back to grandmas.”
“Really, Kook?” You snorted in disbelief. “Wait a minute…did you want to lose at trivia so you would have to do everyone’s laundry?”
“Hey, you said you wouldn’t judge!”
A/N: Thanks for taking the time to read! I think it's been about 3 years since the last update, so I'm guessing I'm just posting smut into the void at this point. Reblogging and comments are always appreciated. :)
My love! So glad to see an update from you! Man, when I read there was going to be smut, I thought it was going to be with Namjoon, then Hoseok. Never did I think Jungkook this time! Him edging himself is so hot though; I just love the way you write it.
I love you so much! I needed to read something juicy like this. I appreciate you and will wait many more years for the next chapter. 😂😂😂 lol
Hi. So I've written like 2k between yesterday and today on the next chapter of NJ-0912. Any progress is good progress, but I'm glad to be inspired enough to write again. I feel terrible for leaving y'all in limbo for so long. Personal issues have made life depressing, but I hope this spurt will keep going!! <3
This is just to put it out there, get my thoughts all down. I’m sure when I log back on in a couple of months and see this as the top post I’m going to cringe so hard. But feel free to ignore my ramblings about my life and how pathetic I’m feeling.
I’m poly. And I was very hopeful in the premise that I found a guy that I could legitimately have a poly relationship with. It was exciting. I was getting way over my head. But it was so fun daydreaming about the future. I got some good news that influenced the future for the better. I was so happy. I tried to hold back, let him go through the motions on his own terms. Figured out what he wanted. Maybe I was too pushy but I always told him open communication is what’s needed for something like this to work. I told time and time again to let me know if I was too much, if he changed his mind, if anything. I thought he understood.
I could feel him drifting further, making excuses, not texting back. I didn’t want to believe my gut, my anxiety, but it turned out to be right. It hurts. It hurts that I’m basically nothing to him. It hurts that he told me one thing but his actions showed another. And I feel so stupid. So idiotic for even entertaining those thoughts, those ideas. My nice little perfect poly paradise - ruined. It would have never worked anyways. I’m such a fucking idiot.
Maybe tomorrow he’ll apologize. Maybe tomorrow he’ll come crawling back. Do I want that? Probably. Should I want that? No. I shouldn’t want anything to do with him. He’s shown he’s just like all the other guys he claims to not be - if I let him back in he’ll just do it all over again. He’ll know he’s got me and thus can pull away because I’ll come right back. I don’t want to be that; I don’t want to do that. But I also hope in my sad little heart that he would change, would be different. I like him. I miss him.
I’m so fucking stupid. And I hate myself for that. I would like to stop crying now please. My eyes hurt. My head hurts. My stomach is upset. I wish I could stop thinking about this. I hope just word vomiting this all out will make that happen.
Sorry to be sad on the timeline but since my Tumblr is dead I figured it was the best and easiest spot to put this. Maybe in the future I’ll provide an update for my own sanity. Maybe it’ll be good. It most likely won’t though.
Even this outline is so super hot dip. I cry that I won't get your delicious smut (especially that last bullet oh my god???) but now the image of these two will live in my head rent free.
Keep in mind that the 18+ warning does NOT only apply to smut, so please read the individual warnings on EVERY fic, thank yeowww :)
KNJ
Idol!AU
Doom boy by @soft4gguk One Shot 18+
friendship & erotica by @axigailxo One Shot 18+
Other
Landing by @joyfulhopelox One Shot 18+
Muscle Memory by @taegularities One Shot 18+
KSJ
Idol!AU
Takeout by @breadoffoxy One Shot
College!AU
A Helping Hand by @jjungkookislife One Shot 18+
Other
Internal Conflicts by @yoongiofmine Complete 18+
Grapes of Wrath by @joyfulhopelox One Shot 18+
Moaning on Stream by @here4kpopfics One Shot 18+
Sunday by @here2bbtstrash One Shot 18+
Golden Boy @kpopfanfictrash One Shot 18+
Got me all messed up by @ugh-yoongi One Shot 18+
a better grip by @jinkookspencil One Shot 18+
Ready for take off by @joyfulhopelox One Shot 18+
MYG
Idol!AU
Look down on me like that by @here2bbtstrash (Not exactly Idol but meh…) Ongoing 18+
Vegas! by @chimivx Ongoing? idk hehe 18+
illicit favors by @yoongiofmine (Not exactly Idol but meh...) One Shot 18+
prod. suga by @aquagustd One Shot 18+
Soulmate!AU
Tricks of the Trade by @stutterfly One Shot 18+
Mafia!AU
Latibule by @wildestdreamsblog Ongoing 18+
In the darkest little paradise by @sunnebeam One Shot 18+
Red Chopsticks by @hobicakess One Shot 18+
A/B/O!AU
Hunt by @sailoryooons One Shot 18+
Royal!AU / Historical!AU
Reflection of you ft Idol!AU by @agustdakasuga Complete
College!AU
Oh, Darling! by @yoongiofmine Ongoing 18+
Fantasy!AU
Wicked As They Come by @caelesjjk One Shot 18+
Other
Need you so bad by @yoonlattesworld One Shot 18+
Love Language by @kooksbunnnn One Shot 18+
Yoongi drabble by @here2bbtstrash One Shot 18+
(Not So) Virgin by @redjoonie One Shot 18+
Show ft Ot7 by @httpjeon One Shot 18+
Suga's How-To Guide by @sailoryooons Complete 18+
JHS
Idol!AU
Oh, Angel! by @yoongiofmine One Shot 18+
Royal!AU / Historical!AU
The Art of War by @wwilloww One Shot 18+
College!AU
Liar, liar by @eoieopda One Shot 18+
Other
Guide Me by @sxtaep One Shot 18+
Overnight Delay by @joyfulhopelox One Shot 18+
Madeleine by @kpopfanfictrash One Shot 18+
Hobicuffed by @chelsea-chee One Shot 18+
Welp, at least this one didn't take me like 8 hours to make.
I was thinking on making one post per member but honestly? this is way faster hehe
SO HERE'S THE HYUNG LINE POST YEIII, i guess this sums up 4/7 members, stay tuned for the Maknae Line, the special post for authors and the Ao3 fic recs.
Btw, if any of the links don't work or there is a mistake or anything, please let me know so I can fix it :)
hello friends, so if you hadn't noticed by now that i've been pretty inactive besides my once a month posting. that is because i am no longer as interested in bts as i once was a few years ago, but i am forever grateful for the love and inspiration this band and their music has given me.
in four months time, i will be abandoning this blog and returning to the one i had since i was 14. this blog will stand as an archive of my love for bts.
as much as i wanted to finish all of my works in progress that i had planned, i narrowed it down to complete my wizard101 au fics (finished as of yesterday) and my avatar the last airbender au fics (four more to go). so after those last four stories have been written and published, i will be retiring from the bts fanfiction writing community. at least on tumblr that is.
i will more than likely be writing and posting fanfiction (on ao3) for other fandoms outside of bts (doctor who, supernatural, percy jackson, marvel, avatar etc), but with no set schedule. so if you like my writing style and those fandoms, i hope you'll like to read those.
more on my old wips, if there was any idea that i had talked about previously that you were particularly looking forward to: i will be converting my wips page into a "what would've been". i will post all the little snippets and ideas i had, so you guys will still have at least something if you were looking forward to a particular fic. there is a small likelihood that i will continue to write the ideas i had for them, but will probably post them to my ao3, but no promises.
FOR DEEP WATERS: i refuse to be the type of author to just leave you guys hanging so i will be posting the chapter outlines i had for the last few chapters so you will have some closure for that story.
thank you all for your kind messages and love you've given me the past three years. it truly means a lot and i will treasure it forever.
Love you so much dippy. Though you are leaving the fandom via writing, I cherish the fact that it brought us together. <3 Both online and in real life.
Thinking of participating in NaNoWriMo this year, with a goal of writing at least 500 words each day. I’m hoping that by the end of month I’ll have… something. But it sounds fun and I’ve always wanted to try. Let’s do it!
So I think I am done with NaNoWriMo... I told myself I wasn't going to stress about it or take it too seriously. And when I sat down to write yesterday, and nothing was coming, I figured that this is a good place to stop. But I wrote so much! Over 7,000 words in less than 20 days! I completed a full chapter of a story I was working on, and basically 3/4ths of a new one-shot! I might still write some more before the month ends but even if I don't I consider this a great success!
Summary: The 27th was always blocked off on your calendar. It was a sacred day for you, a day to relax, to unwind, to let go. That was the day Master would take care of you.
Pairing: Dom!NamjoonxReader feat Dom!Jimin and Dom!Hoseok
Genre: Hard BDSM, smut, PWP
Words: 10.7k
Warnings: Master!Namjoon, BDSM relationship, collaring, degradation, humiliation, used as human furniture, pussy slapping, shoe licking, facial, full body facial really, like omg Namjoon is so dirty, delayed orgasm, humiliation in front of others, choking via a leash/hands, threesome feat Daddy!Hoseok and Sir!Jimin, crying, use of safeword, oral (m. and f. receiving), breathplay, overstimulation, unprotected sex, multiple/somewhat forced(?) orgasms, squirting, degradative praise, soft cuddly aftercare
Notes: This has been a long time coming and I am really excited for this. Probably my most intense story yet, so please heed all of the warnings that are listed. Special thanks to my loves Jess (@foreignfingers), Jay (@broiunno), and Sam (@breadoffoxy) for their support and hype, and Teddy (@honeymoonjin) for all their expert advice! <3
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The 27th could never come soon enough.
The click of your heel against the linoleum was repetitive, as you counted down the minutes, the hours, until you were off work. As the 27th neared closer every month, you never failed to grow anxious the week of its arrival. And the day of you were practically a wreck: barely holding it together. It was the nerves, that exciting burst of feeling that blossomed in your chest, making you giddy and grin from ear to ear like some sort of maniac.
Your coworkers knew the routine by now; knew to never ask you out for drinks if the 27th fell on a Friday. And though you would never tell them what it was for or what you did, the rumors floating around were that it was date night between you and your significant other. “You know she’s going out with her boyfriend tonight Jungkook,” Mi Young said from across the way, huffing in feigned disappointment.
You sheepishly grinned as Jungkook gently smacked the side of his head. “Aah! I completely forgot it was the 27th today!”
“That’s okay; I’m free next Friday though!” you said in an attempt to compromise, glancing down at your computer screen and groaning internally when you saw it was barely mid-afternoon. Time seemed to slow down the closer it got to five, though your appointment wasn’t until seven.
Thinking of participating in NaNoWriMo this year, with a goal of writing at least 500 words each day. I’m hoping that by the end of month I’ll have… something. But it sounds fun and I’ve always wanted to try. Let’s do it!
Summary: You had always wanted an android, someone to be your companion for life. So when you saw the rare sight of one on clearance you quickly snatched it up. What would soon follow would not only be your feelings for the robot start to grow, but also discovering the true nature of why he was on sale in the first place…
Warnings: talk of murder/killings, slight thriller suspense
Notes: This chapter is a bit of a transitional one heading towards the climax of the story, so I do apologize for how short it is compared to the time you’ve had to wait. I wasn’t planning on taking this long but unfortunately I had some terrible luck happen in life that involved immediate family members passing away quickly after one another, so I haven’t exactly been in the mood to write. Hopefully things will get back to normal soon. <3
Chapter 5 /// Chapter 7
You sat there stunned, feeling almost numb to the world around you. You had focused in on the TV, Namjoon clicking the volume up on the remote just in time for you to hear the newscaster talk about the highlighted story that grazed across the bottom of the screen.
“… And of course, the question on everyone’s minds: how is the GHC going to handle this? As of right now, there has been no new spotting of the sentient YG-0309 android but if you see it, please call the hotline flashing on the screen below. This android is considered highly dangerous and lethal, with the death toll count consisting of five people at the moment. We reached out to the Gero-Hadaly Corporation for a comment, and they had this to say.”
The newscaster went away, changing to a screen of text in quotes from the GHC, which the newscaster then proceeded to read. “We value human life; our consumer's safety is of the upmost importance to us, and are currently working with the authorities that are in pursuit of the android, fully committed to aiding the police with whatever information and tools they may need. We understand if this news makes you wary of your own YG-0309 but we have concluded that a subcontracted manufacturing company messed with the programming of this singular android during production, and that it is an outlier to the units in whole. Because of this, we have voided the contract with this company, issuing all androids that are in process back to our warehouse for inspection. To show our commitment and how serious we are about this incident, we are implementing a buyback policy of the YG-0309 units at full retail value: please return them to the store you purchased from.”
“What a bunch of bullshit,” the woman next to you spat, tearing your eyes away from the screen to see both her and Jungkook just as enraptured in the news as you were. She must have been able to feel your gaze on her, for she turned to look at you, nodding her head solemnly. “An outlier? Messed with during production? Is that supposed to make people feel better about the one they own?”
“So many of them are probably sentient too, and are gonna lose their home just because of this one,” Jungkook commented, his eyes almost appearing watery. You could imagine he was putting himself in the place of those other YG units, having connected with their human master only to be turned against due to this outbreak of news.
“The news of having a sentient robot scares a lot of humans,” Namjoon piped in. “Plus the fact that the GHC mentioned they would buy back the androids from humans instead of just returning it is enticing.”
“It’s like with your line all over again… except this time the news got ahold of it before the GHC could cover it up and shut it down,” you said, glancing back at the screen to see that now a picture of the supposed YG-0309 unit was on the screen. It had black hair but it didn’t appear like the default version that comes on the android; instead it appeared to have an undercut on the sides similar to Jungkook’s, although this android’s hair was longer, pushed back off of the forehead except for a few wisps of hair curling across, draping over one of the eyes. The look the android was sporting made you freeze; the dark glare in its equally dark-colored eyes. You could feel the malice penetrating just from the photo alone.
“You said Namjoon’s line is seven years old?” the woman asked, you nodding in agreeance before she continued. “Technology is a lot further along than it was back then… androids now are able to record and capture activity in the place of a phone or camera for people, instantly putting it out on the web.”
“Another thing taken from my line,” Namjoon grumbled beside you in a huff, and his pouting would have been cute if the situation weren’t so tense.
“Well, as… scary as this is right now, it needs to be put on the backburner. We can talk about this all we want later; right now we need to take care of this tracker that’s in Jungkook.” Somebody needed to take control of the situation and you figured it might as well be you. You could see the how all four of you could just spend hours here, in front of the TV, trying to figure out what went wrong, and what could happen next, but time was of the essence. If Jungkook and his owner were being actively tracked, it put all of you on a countdown until GHC agents would be knocking back on your door.
“Namjoon-hyung’s Master is right; you said you might know of a place?” Jungkook added in, leaning forward slightly in order to stare at you. Hearing yourself be called ‘Namjoon’s Master’ made weird butterflies go off inside your tummy. Of course, Namjoon still called you ‘Master’, but hearing it from someone else made your brain spin. You didn’t own him as Namjoon was his own person, but you couldn’t help the warmth that spread inside you thinking about being in control of him.
Mentally shaking the horny thoughts away, you turned to face Namjoon. “Can you see what time The Silver Brothers store closes?”
You watched as Namjoon's eyes flashed brighter, spinning in quick succession before slowing back down to their normal speed. "Looks like they are open until nine o'clock tonight."
"We have about thirty minutes until they close then," the other woman chimed in, all of you motionless for a beat before everyone started moving.
Namjoon rushed down the hall, returning only a moment later with dry socks for both Jungkook and his owner to put on, all of you stumbling into your shoes in the crowded entryway. "God, let's hope we haven't missed the bus yet," you cursed to yourself, opening the door as people and androids started to file out.
"You mean you don't have a car?!" Jungkook exclaimed, and you shot an exasperated look over your shoulder as you tried to lock the door.
"Does my living situation look like I would own a car?!" you shot back, taking the steps two at a time, the sound of four pairs of feet trampling down the staircase loud and noisy. "Besides, I work downtown so there's no reason!"
"Master, please don't argue with an android. You're going to lose," Namjoon tacked on, and you let out a frustrated grunt, ignoring the giggles of the woman and Jungkook behind you.
Quickly, the four of you raced down the sidewalk, the bus passing you on the way to your destination. You and Jungkook's owner waved your hands enough to where the bus driver thankfully knew you guys were trying to board. As you walked on, you slid your card twice to pay for both you and the other woman, the androids hopping into the closest seats to the door, the two of you following suit. The bus was pretty empty, even though it was a weekend night. Most people that would be traveling into downtown in order to party would either be arriving much later on the late ride in, or already had ride plans with friends. You bounced your legs up and down with the bumps, trying to keep from obsessively checking your phone every couple of seconds. It normally took you twenty to twenty-five minutes to get from your apartment into downtown, so you would be cutting it close. You only hope you could make it in time.
All at once, you felt Namjoon's hand on your knee, warm and comforting. "Please try not to stress Master - everything is going to turn out just fine." Namjoon's voice was low, leaning down so that he could whisper it in your ear.
"But what if it's not? What if we don't make it in time Namjoon?" you whispered back, turning to face him, only slightly shocked to see his face much closer to your own than you originally thought. You were worried not just about making it to the store in time, but so much more. The future, of what was going to happen not only to your android but to Jungkook as well. And sitting in silence, unable to do anything, was making the intrusive thoughts worse.
"Then we will figure something else out," Namjoon countered, his gaze so mesmerizing you didn't dare look away. "I will always protect you Master." The way he said his statement was so final, like it was built in truth. It almost scared you, to see the dedication in his expression; you were overwhelmed with inadequacy. Should you really be the recipient of such unwavering loyalty? It felt... unfair, if you were being honest to yourself.
This was a conversation to have at another time, you thought to yourself. Not in public and not with mixed company around.
- - -
It was ten til when the bus finally arrived, the four of you jumping off, you leading the way as you raced further inside. There were more people milling about here than you expected, embarrassment flushing your neck when you realized how ridiculous all of you must look: running through downtown’s square like your life depended on it. You turned to see Jungkook and his owner reach for each other's hand, the image of them playfully running through downtown's streets much more appealing than you’re frantic flailing. But before you could even open your mouth to question Namjoon to do the same, he was already reaching for you, his grip firm as he let you continue to lead them on.
As you approached, you could see someone standing at the entryway inside, realizing as you got closer that it was the TH unit (what was his name again?... Taehyung?...). As if on cue, you watched as the android's head snapped up to look at the four people quickly approaching, then moved to lock the door. "Wait!" you said, letting go of Namjoon's hand as you slammed into the door, pressing both your palms into it, hoping it would magically open. You and Taehyung locked eyes, the latter seeming unimpressed that you just barely managed to miss face planting into the door. "Please let us in!"
"Sorry, we're closed," Taehyung shot back, voice slightly muffled due to the glass, and you stepped back only to check the time on your phone before stepping forward again.
“We still have five minutes – please,” you urged the android, hoping it had some sort of sympathy chip in him. If his owners owned a business, it would make sense to make their android cordial and welcoming, though if you recall your last encounter with him, he seemed to have an attitude all of his own.
“Stop playing around and let them in already Tae,” you heard someone faintly say from the inside, Taehyung stepping to the side to reveal the man you spoke with last time you were here: Allen.
“You’re no fun. I wanted to see how much I could get her to beg. I would have let her in eventually,” the android said with a pout, and you heard Jungkook’s owner gasp beside you, flabbergasted by the scene.
“That android sure is mean…” Jungkook mumbled under his breath, but still loud enough for your small party to hear.
“I think playful is the more correct term,” Namjoon added in, and you watched as Taehyung unlocked the door, the glass sliding open with a small whoosh.
“I forgot how… animated your android is,” you said to Allen, stepping inside as the others followed. Namjoon immediately broke off from you, heading towards a section of the store labeled ‘Tools and Hardware’, Jungkook hot on his heels.
Allen laughed, not at all insulted. “He can be a handful, that’s for sure. Wouldn’t have him any other way though.” As he glanced fondly at his android, Taehyung merely rolled his eyes.
“You’ll say anything to get a customer to buy something Master.” And with that, Taehyung turned, stalking off back towards where the register was located, hoisting himself up on the counter to sit.
“So, what can I help you ladies with tonight?” Allen asked, and you pointed over in the direction of where Namjoon and Jungkook were.
“I actually think our androids know more about this than we do. Looking to make some customizations ourselves but we lack any of the tools to do so.”
“Yeah, I think learning how Jungkook ticks will make me closer to him,” the other woman added on, glancing around the store before pointing at something. “That’s such an interesting painting. Did you do it?”
“No, Taehyung painted it – all of the ones in here actually. He’s… got a unique view on life.” Allen chuckled and you looked up, seeing a very realistic (and Mardi Gras-colored) alligator staring back at you, the ombre scales changing from purple to green to gold.
Jungkook’s owner nodded her head, her eyes trailing around all the different paintings in the store. You did the same, noticing there were quite a few new ones since the last time you were in here. “Let’s go over and see if they found what we’re looking for – we don’t want to keep you open up too far past closing,” you said, watching as Allen stepped away, allowing the two of you to rush over to your androids. Over on the wall, you saw Namjoon had already grabbed a basic tool kit, one meant to open up a panel to your android’s chip compartments, allowing to add or remove any additions. Anything more advanced than simple modifications you were meant to go to a professional and have them work on your android for you. But you knew a lot of people who have rigged their own androids to do… less than savory things: committing felonies for their owners was one of the things at the top of the list. Thus, messing with your android (especially if you were still paying it off) was considered unwise, even going so far as to be illegal in certain cases. Plus, it voided the warranty.
You also saw Jungkook had a blank chip in his hand: these you could program to be basically anything (if you knew how). You had no doubt Namjoon could easily master it… if he hasn’t already done so. Like he said earlier, he simply needed the correct tools in order to remove Jungkook’s chip and replace it with a faux one.
"Let's hurry up and get out of here... I don't like that guy watching us," Jungkook's owner whispered to you, and from the corner of your eye you could see Allen standing at the counter with Taehyung, who had now hopped down and was standing beside his Master, watching the four of you. Did he think you were up to something? Last time you were in here you did cause a huge stink about your android being real, but nothing that you believed would set off alarm bells for someone. You nodded in agreeance, checking to see if Namjoon had everything he needed, before your small group set off towards the back to check out.
"Found everything alright?" Allen asked, watching as Namjoon placed down the blank chip and tool kit. He looked at the items, then looked up at Namjoon. "This is your android you came in here a couple weeks ago for, right?" he asked you, waiting for your nod of confirmation before continuing. "I don't think I've ever seen this model type before... what did you say the unit name was?"
"... NJ-0912," you said quietly. You waited for some sort of flash of realization, for him to recognize it, but Allen truly seemed to have no clue about Namjoon and his model number.
"That's so strange I've never heard of it." Allen shook his head, before taking another look at Namjoon. "He certainly doesn't look like an old android... Tae, what do you think?"
Taehyung hummed, crossing his arms over his chest as he shifted his weight to one side, staring the blonde android up and down. "You feel... familiar," he said at last, the air seeming to grow quiet at his words. "Like there's something deep in my core processing that recognizes you."
"Interesting," Namjoon mused, sticking out his hand for Taehyung to shake. "Do you mind if I take a look?"
Taehyung shrugged, uncrossing his arms to link a hand with Namjoon, hearing Namjoon's gears whirl to life as his golden eyes flickered brighter and then dimmer. Taehyung's eyes lit up light blue, the same way Jungkook's did when he and Namjoon traded information, and you watched as his eyes widen before wrenching his hand from Namjoon, backing away until he slammed into the wall behind him, the sound echoing all around.
"Tae!" Allen yelled, immediately moving over to console his android before turning his glare onto you. "What the hell did you just do?" Allen accused, moving back to the countertop; you were thankful he didn't try to go around it and confront you.
When you didn't answer him right away, too shocked at what had just happened to say anything, Allen looked back down at the items you had picked out, seeming to put something together. "Did you put a virus in him? Are you planning to spread things to other androids? I'm calling the cops on you... all of you!"
"No!" the other woman cried out, bringing her hands up to her chest, Jungkook instantly pulling her into his arms. "You can't, please!"
That seemed to spur your voice back into existence, swallowing before saying, "Yeah wait -"
"Taehyung is sentient."
It was Namjoon that said it, that broke the atmosphere. You watched as the anger instantly drained from Allen's face, replaced with fear. "If you want to take us down, he's coming with us."
"Wait, your android's alive too?" you said, placing your hands down on the counter as you leaned forward.
Allen nodded his head. "Yeah... wait, what do you mean 'too'? Does that mean?..."
You simply nodded your head, gesturing to Namjoon and Jungkook. "If Taehyung is sentient, then that means we're all in the same boat. You've gotta help us - please!"
"No way! Not after what you're crazed robot did to my Tae -"
"Master." It was Taehyung that spoke up, resting a hand on Allen's shoulder. "I'm okay. Namjoon-hyung just showed me what I couldn't think of. It was him - he's inside me. The GHC built my model line after him."
"But... if the BBS line was inspired by this model, then... why wasn't it in their system?"
"I think that's a conversation that needs to be taken elsewhere," Jungkook piped up, glancing back towards the clear entryway, the outside lit up, clearly showing dozens of people walking by, some of them glancing into the store as if window shopping.
"Jungkook is right; this is something that needs to be kept private," Namjoon agreed, Allen shaking his head in agreeance.
"Okay, alright... Tae, can you please go lock up? We can meet in the back where my brother is. Then, you tell us everything."
Warnings: so many hickies and lovebites oh my god, praise, body worship, a passing mention of oral sex (f. receiving), lil bit of somnophilia if you squint
Prompt: “Look at all these marks on you… does it feel good?”
Notes: I’m soft for Min Yoongi and have been for a while. Enjoy.
I am not back, but I figured since these have only been posted here, I will continue to do so whenever I get inspired.
Rule 34 Masterlist
It was pressure that woke you up. Hot, tingly pressure that curled down the back of your spine, warming you. You could feel your eyes fluttering open, moving beneath your eyelids as you were pulled from sleep. You were facing away from the window in your bedroom, cheek pressed to the pillow, seeing the crack of sunlight streak in from between your curtains as it hit the wall. You were laying on your stomach, legs spread out with one bent, tilting your hips, and there was pressure on your back, something soft and wet flittering across your exposed collarbone.
You made a noise, and the pressure above you shifted slightly, the soft, wet thing moving towards your neck, growing bolder. It was kisses, a tongue flicking out to wet your skin, the pressure increasing for a moment as the mouth sucked, teeth nipping at your skin as it pulled away. “What are you doing?” you groaned out, sleep still catching in your throat, making your voice scratchy.
The voice hummed, deep in their throat, before responding. “Loving you.” And back to work they went, trailing up your neck, leaving bite marks in their wake.
“Yoongi,” you sighed out, soon turning to a gasp as he bit down at the base of your neck, sucking harshly.
“I love the way you say my name.” His confession in Korean made you blush, your legs shifting under his weight, as you attempted to turn yourself over. The pressure lifted, Yoongi allowing you to roll to your back, and you lifted a hand to rub the sleep fully away from your eyes so you could enjoy the moment.
Yoongi was before you in his most natural state, face bare and hair dark, unbrushed and flat against his face. You reached for him, cupping your hand against his cheek, rubbing your thumb under the eye bags that you most certainly had the matching pair to. Yoongi smiled, resting his weight to one side of you as he reached for your hand, pulling it away to kiss at it, peppering each fingertip before placing one in the palm, slowly moving down your arm, his mouth starting to suck harsher bites into your skin. “You’re going to leave marks…” you commented, pouting slightly as you pulled away, already seeing the skin start to darken.
“Don’t care,” Yoongi mumbled back, reaching your shoulder to leave a love bite before digging your other arm out, starting the same treatment on it.
“This is unfair because I can’t do the same to you.” Although you spoke the truth, there was no anger or harshness in your words. You worked on an ‘as-needed’ base most of the time, and you had just finished a session. Which is why you were allowing Yoongi to do this, as both of you knew your next job would not be starting up for at least a couple of weeks.
“Soon jagiya,” was all he said, and you swear you allowed your heartbeat to move faster. Yoongi was becoming more and more careless to keeping your relationship behind closed doors. Not in the sense that he didn’t care about it, but more-so that he no longer cared to hide the fact that he was in a relationship. You knew it would only be a matter of time before there would be an announcement about you, a fact that both thrilled and terrified you. ARMY could just as cruel as they were kind, and you weren’t sure how they would react to knowing you and Yoongi had been married for quite some time.
So when Yoongi moved to push your shirt up, you helped out by pulling it completely off, leaving yourself bare to let the man do what he desired. His mouth roved across you, savoring each inch of your skin, sucking his love into every crevice. Your shoulders and breasts were covered, Yoongi spending longer to suck at your nipples, letting warmth pool in your lower region. He moved down to your stomach, biting and sucking, leaving behind mismatched shapes, you couldn’t help but look down at yourself in awe. It seems Yoongi felt the same way, as he rested himself up on his arms, his eyes trailing over your top half. “Look at all these marks on you… does it feel good?” he asked, watching as you nodded your head in reply.
“So good,” you responded, the Korean syllables clumsily rolling off your tongue due to just waking up.
Yoongi grinned, continuing his trek to your thighs, sucking hickies into your innermost area, only pressing harsher when you squealed in surprise. It was like the closer he was to your cunt, able to smell it, the more deranged he became. “So good… so good for me jagiya,” he mumbled into your skin, and you reached down, pulling your panties to the side as you bared yourself to him, your cunt dripping with all the attention he’s bestowed upon you.
And of course Yoongi did what he does best, eating you out until you could see stars, crying out for him as you orgasmed. Your hands tangled in his hair, pressing him against you so tightly you swear he couldn’t even breath, feeling the way his tongue lapped at you, the way he sucked on your clit.
Afterwards, as you were staring at yourself in the bathroom mirror, your expression was giddy. You couldn’t believe how many of them there were, your back even littered with ones he must have done while you were asleep. You neck, chest, back, thighs, arms, stomach… everywhere was covered with his love. Like he couldn’t get enough of you; like he couldn’t bear to leave you behind. Not without some sort of remnant of him to remind you. (Like you could ever forget?)
You watched through the mirror as he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face into your neck, pressing a kiss against the mark there. “I have to leave soon,” he whispered into your skin, the words making your chest heavy. BTS’s schedules had finished in America three days ago, but Yoongi stayed behind to spend some extra time with you. Even so, he could only stay so long before he too, had to go back. “I’ll miss you.” And you knew the words he meant with these three.
He wanted you to come to Korea with him – forever. But moving across the world took a lot of time and a lot of work, and you were still trying to work around how to keep your job if you no longer lived in LA. You turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed softly at his lips, savoring the way he tasted, how you could still taste yourself on his tongue. “Soon jagiya,” you said, mimicking his words from earlier. And soon is what both of you meant.
Hello friend. I am not 100% back - but I figured for the people who only follow me here I should at least finish NJ-0912 and my Rule 34 drabbles. Please follow me on A03 if you would like to see any future works. <3
Summary: When your boyfriend surprises you with an early birthday gift.
Words: 5.7k words
Warnings: cuckold, threesome, penetrative sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), double penetration, choking, praise, mocking/degradation, squirting, cum eating, MxM action, Jacob’s ladder on Yoongi…
Notes: I realized I had written something for Namgi but not Sope. And since Sope is literally my fav member pairing on the planet, I realized I had to fix that. This was also written for the Valentine’s Day collab: The House of Lust. Please go enjoy all the wonderful stories that were written!
Many thanks to @btssmutgalore for making this wonderful banner for me and @lavienjin for beta reading. <3
This is such sweet filth, I love it! The relationship dynamic feels genuine, and it remains strong throughout the entire fic. Yoongi’s professional approach and skill at reading the scene is perfect for this scenario, and took away that post-threesome awkwardness that can often occur. The nervousness, the tension, the utter heat, and then that excitement to be back together…all of those emotions and urges were so well laid out in a way that felt real to me. And that final orgasm? This satisfied so many kinks for me. A+, gold star, would read again. ❤️
Your reviews never fail to make me smile. I was worried there wasn’t enough interaction between Hoseok and the Reader so I’m happy to hear you thought their connection was stable! Us running to him was one of my favorite parts - you’re right; the embrace to come back together makes me all mushy just thinking about it.
Love you so much!! Thank you for always reading my works bae! 💖
