Pairings: Demon!BTS x f!reader, Yoongi x reader (main), everyone x everyone
Genre: Fluff, smut, reverse harem, comedy, found family, trauma and angst
Summary: You accidentally summon a demon after a few drinks with your friends and manage to make him mess up his ritual to get back home. Now you're stuck in hell with a morally grey squad of demons who take you in (some more welcoming than others) and promise to try and bring you back home where you belong. Getting to know them during your warm holiday down south makes it clear though, that you're not the only one in need of help.
Word count: 55k and counting
NUTS - completed series
Pairings: Yoongi x f!reader x Namjoon
Genre: Why choose (that counts for all three of them), love triangle (a real one!), fluff, smut, new in town, fwb to lovers, comedy, non-idol!au, producer!Yoongi, author!Namjoon
Summary: After moving to a new city and getting to know Jimin through work, he introduces you to his friends, a group of weirdos, just how you like them. Getting involved with two of them, without knowing about their past, makes things perfectly complicated.
Word count: 77.8k
SLIPPERY WHEN WET - oneshot
Pairing: Jin x f!reader
Genre: Smut, pwp
Summary: When your neighbor Jin is dealing with a leaky pipe in his kitchen, you rush to his aid. But oh no, now you're both soaked... Guess what happens next.
Wordcount: 4.8k
NUTS - completed series
Pairings: Yoongi x f!reader x Namjoon
Genre: Why choose (that counts for all three of them), love triangle (a real one!), fluff, smut, new in town, fwb to lovers, comedy, non-idol!au, producer!Yoongi, author!Namjoon
Summary: After moving to a new city and getting to know Jimin through work, he introduces you to his friends, a group of weirdos, just how you like them. Getting involved with two of them, without knowing about their past, makes things perfectly complicated.
Word count: 77.8k
I'LL DO THE THING FOR YOU - oneshot
Pairing: Yoongi x f!reader
Genre: Smut, pwp, established relationship
Summary: After a small fight, Yoongi wants to make it up to you. He'll do the thing for you, he's on his knees and, of course, he also says please.
Wordcount: 3.4k
JOYRIDE - mini series
Pairings: Jungkook x f!reader (Pt. 1-2); Jungkook x f!reader x Jimin (Pt. 3)
Genre: Smut, fluff, slice of life
Summary: Your car breaks down during a solo road trip in a rural town and you barely manage to make it to the nearest repair shop. Jungkook, trusty mechanic and sweetheart, takes a look at your car and brings you to the nearest - very icky - motel, where he can't bring himself to let you stay the night on your own...
Wordcount: 27.6k
RUSH - oneshot
Pairing: Jungkook x f!piercer!reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: You meet Jungkook for the first time when he comes to your piercing studio for some new ear jewelry. Something about getting pierced (and you) gives him the rush of his life that makes him want to come back. Not to get his ears pierced though.
Word count: 8.3k
JOYRIDE - mini series
Pairings: Jungkook x f!reader (Pt. 1-2); Jungkook x f!reader x Jimin (Pt. 3)
Genre: Smut, fluff, slice of life
Summary: Your car breaks down during a solo road trip in a rural town and you barely manage to make it to the nearest repair shop. Jungkook, trusty mechanic and sweetheart, takes a look at your car and brings you to the nearest - very icky - motel, where he can't bring himself to let you stay the night on your own...
hope you liked chap 4 of hell yeah, thank you to everyone who commented and interacts 🥰
we had the first three chaps written in advance when we started posting and wrote chap 4 while scheduling the others. so from now on we can't promise weekly updates, as we are writing each new chap 'in real time'. we're prioritising writing hell yeah in our free time because it's so much fun, so i think it won't be a super long wait for each new chapter but definitely not weekly since all our chaps are +10k words and it takes us a few collaborative sessions to write that much.
thanks for understanding and we hope you'll stay anyway ❤️🌙 nyx
just binge-read all hell yeah chapters and oof ... love me some demon!tannies 🫠💞
they're all so hot - am currently fanning myself over taehyung, whooow; he's a cuddler and a total menace in bed - LOVE his duality 🤭
am a bit annoyed at yoongi tbh and am curious to find out more; also about joon adgsjskl
oh and I'm a bit sad hobi is 100% gay 😔 - though I guess reader needs at least 1 of her horny (lol) friends to be able to keep their cool around her 🙂↕️🌼
Ooh so many asks tonight, we love you sending them in 🩷🩷
Tae's duality is giving us whiplash while writing most of the time!
Yoongi really has to get a grip on his shit, doesn't he? (Don't worry, he'll try his best!)
To be fair I'm also a bit sad about Hobi being out of the race lmao. He'll get his shot in another fic i have in my pipeline though hehe.
And we're trying to let everyone get some action, even if it might not be with YN 😇😇
we actually got pretty far with the next chap already so you'll get some horny news soon 😈
Are you french, or do you speak it ? If not where does the username come from ?? Just curious. I love ur stories btw !!!
haha no, we both took french classes in school but it didn't really stick i fear.
we chose folie a deux as a nod to our combined insanity, it's a medical term for "the madness of two" when two people that are very close share the same delusions. which we.. obviously do lol
I love your guys stories so much!! Im curious tho, may I ask who writes which stories?
hi, thank you so much!! 🥹
so our very first story was nuts, we wrote it together, bunny wrote most joon parts while i did most of yoongi's.
oneshots are usually written alone, when one of us is busy. the other one betas them and helps with brainstorming if needed. bunny wrote all JK fics and the jin oneshot while i wrote the yoongi oneshot.
and hell yeah is a joint venture again, which we write together, both online in the same doc at the same time 🥰
hope you liked chap 4 of hell yeah, thank you to everyone who commented and interacts 🥰
we had the first three chaps written in advance when we started posting and wrote chap 4 while scheduling the others. so from now on we can't promise weekly updates, as we are writing each new chap 'in real time'. we're prioritising writing hell yeah in our free time because it's so much fun, so i think it won't be a super long wait for each new chapter but definitely not weekly since all our chaps are +10k words and it takes us a few collaborative sessions to write that much.
thanks for understanding and we hope you'll stay anyway ❤️🌙 nyx
Pairings: Demon!BTS x f!reader, Yoongi x reader (main), everyone x everyone
Summary: You accidentally summon a demon and manage to make him mess up his ritual to get back home. Now you're stuck with a morally grey squad of hell dwellers who take you in and promise to try and bring you back to where you belong. Getting to know them during your warm holiday down south makes it clear though, that you're not the only one in need of help.
Genre: Fluff, smut, reverse harem, comedy, crack, found family, trauma and angst
Fic Warnings: MDNI, explicit sexual content, blasphemy, lots of trauma. See Hell Yeah Masterlist for a full list of genres and warnings!
Chapter Warnings: The movie Twilight, more assassination talk, depression and caring, cuddling and soft moments, tons of vulnerability, jealousy :)
Smut warnings: accidental voyeurism once again, reader is desperate as hell, sub!reader, dirty talk and blasphemy, face fucking, gagging, rough sex, rough fingering (bordering on fisting), mirror play (he makes her watch the whole thing), riding, choking, spanking, doggy, facial, aftercare
It’s already been a whole week in hell and there’s definitely Pros and Cons to that. Pros are that you feel lighter than before. The whole dramatically heightened emotions situation seems to have simmered down to a noticeable but bearable level of intensity. The horn from hell is still there. Very much so. But it’s also less troublesome since there’s a willing helper around if it fucks with you too much and that certainty alone makes all the difference in ensuring that you won’t totally lose your mind anymore.
The weekend passes without much fuss and you just enjoy not being tormented every hour of the day. On Monday, the Cons make themselves known though, as your boss bombards you with calls, telling you that your time off is over now and asking when you’ll be back. She’s understandably not amused when you tell her you won’t be able to make it today, or this week either - since it doesn’t look like Joon will miraculously find a way to bring you back. She’s pissed. She yells. You’re trying to make her believe your sob story about your sick grandma and that your car broke down too. You hope she doesn’t remember your grandma’s been dead for years. It sounds like she does though and now she’s even more mad. God, you should have taken more time on thinking up a better excuse - all that time spent on Netflix could have been used for good. But like on earth you procrastinated. In your defense though, you were fighting your own horny demons. Literally and figuratively.
Boss approves another week off. Unpaid this time and with a warning that this is your last chance before they’ll have to talk to HR about consequences.
Tuesday and Wednesday pass by in no time as well, not bringing Joon any closer to your salvation. But you ask Yoongi to do a spell to make you understand Hangul and you can at least decipher the books in the library now. There’s a lot of ancient tomes that you’re not sure you understand even with the translation magic. Hopefully none of them unleash some freaky curses. You make sure to read silently, so as not to repeat your mishap of summoning another demon, or maybe something worse.
Yoongi’s in the library a lot too, like Joon said those days ago. When he’s not on a mission or has other things going on, he constantly sneaks off or enters the room when you’re already sitting on the sofa and read some explanations about demonic healthcare. He sticks his nose into some hefty encyclopedias, taking notes on the side. Must be something important.
On Thursday, when your second week in the Nether Regions is almost over, Hobi appears in the living room next to you, startling you with his sudden arrival. Funnily enough he never scares Lucy when he teleports and materialises in front of you. It’s like your cat anticipates them every time.
“Guess what I got?” Hobi beams, all excited while holding up two giant shopping bags.
It's not hard to figure out with the huge LV logos almost pressed to your face. “Louis?” you chuckle. “Again?”
“Well, yes! But not for me. Not only, I mean,” he explains while setting one bag down in your lap. “Look!”
You open the fancy satin strap that's holding it together and risk a peek inside. “You're not serious.”
“I’m so fucking serious.”
There’s two babypink sweaters inside. One in your size and a teeny tiny one, you think for a second that it must be for a baby. They’re made of fleece, all fluffy with a zipper on the chest and a knitted collar.
“I got myself one too,” Hobi says, pulling out a matching one from the other bag. “Quick, put it on.”
“Damn, okay,” you laugh as you pull it over your head. The material feels nice, you have to admit. Not nice enough to warrant the price that’s on the tag though. That number is insane, even though you still haven’t memorised the conversion rate from won. Too many zeros nonetheless. “You’re aware I came here without any money, right?”
“I know, that’s why I bought it for you as a gift,” he winks as he pulls his matching sweater on. “Oh my god, I love it. Now put the little one on Lucy, please!”
You do as he says, Lucy making no effort to flee or even acknowledge what’s happening as he gets dressed in a pink little Louis Vuitton sweater.
“I could cry!” Hobi yells while pulling out his phone. “Look at him! Let me take a picture. No wait, let’s do a selfie, the three of us.”
Picking up Lucy, you position yourself next to the designer brand loving demon, grinning at how happy he is.
“Okay, big smile everyone,” he instructs as he holds up his free hand to do a peace sign. He really has his selfie game down, making all sorts of pretty faces and finger hearts, then holds up his hand to yours to form a bigger heart.
“You’re cute,” you chuckle as he takes another million shots, pouting his lips, then smiling brightly, gently holding Lucy’s face up and changing the angle for the light to hit perfectly.
When he’s done and huffs out a satisfied breath, you turn to him. “I know you’re going to tell me to shut up, but this really wasn’t necessary. It’s so pricey.”
“You’re so right. Shut up please,” he grins. “Take it as a way to make up for my whining about Jin. Also it’s bank robbery money anyway. You could thank Jeongguk.”
“No way I will,” you laugh as you open your arms for a hug, then pull him close. “Thank you, Hobi. Lucy says thank you too.”
The cat lies on the couch like he’s paralyzed, not used to wearing anything but his fur. He’ll get used to it, right?
With Jimin’s enthusiastic help you finally manage to realize your threat of making Yoongi watch Twilight. It’s an important piece of pop culture even inhabitants of hell should know about after all. Since Jimin has been singing high praises about the epic vampire flick, all the others decided to join in too, so it quickly turned into a pile of demons squished together around you on the big couch in the living room, anticipating the grand masterpiece.
Tae brings a huge bowl of popcorn and puts it into your lap, making all six of them reach out their greedy hands to grab some.
You have Tae to your right while Yoongi is being pushed into your other side. Jeongguk is occupying the spot next to Tae and Jimin sits to Yoongi’s left, leaving the two of you surrounded by Maknaes (a word that Joon taught you not long ago). While Gguk is basically sitting in Joon’s lap - he said it’s due to lack of space, but no one believed him - Jimin is clinging to Hobi next to him.
The couch really isn’t small enough to warrant that level of closeness but you’re not going to question their habits, not after being down here for a while. At least it’s cozy, even with all their grabby fingers reaching over each other from out of the blankets that are draped over your laps. Yours is shared between Taehyung, Yoongi and yourself and to no one's surprise, Tae is nuzzling into your shoulder with sleepy eyes only 20 minutes into the film. Just like Lucy actually, who’s contently purring in Yoongi's lap.
Joon, never one to shut up apparently, has it out for the logistics of the story and makes constant remarks about how unrealistic everything seems.
“Why are they in high school when they’re hundreds of years old? That’s creepy and also doesn’t it make him a pedophile with Bella being 17?”
Jimin groans. “Christ, just enjoy the drama. Edward stopped aging mentally at 17 when he was turned into a vampire, so it’s all good.”
“How convenient…”
Jeongguk chimes up only when Jacob is on screen. “He’s so cool with his long hair…”
Yoongi hasn’t commented on the movie so far, trying to keep his stoic persona up, but you could make out the side of his mouth lifting every now and then from the corner of your eyes.
“You’ve always been on team Jacob,” Jimin laughs. “Remember when we watched it for the first time in a cinema back on earth and you wouldn’t stop asking ‘Where the hell have you been, loca’ for weeks?”
“Well, I definitely remember…,” Joon rolls his eyes. “Also what’s with the weird celibacy thing Edward has going on? This reeks of some church shit.”
“Hey, you just complained about her being a teenager,” Jeongguk interrupts Joon’s tangent about them not having sex. “They only fuck after getting married in like the last part.”
“I think the author’s actually Mormon," Hobi explains.
“So the Cullen siblings are going to hide under their bed and shake the mattress for them, or what?” Joon chuckles, highly amused by his own joke.
You’re laughing along with the banter, happy that everyone seems to enjoy themselves, when Taehyung awakes from his slumber and finds your hand with his, his fingers snaking between yours, before he settles again.
Feeling Yoongi’s head turn slightly, you lift your gaze to see him shoot a death glare from hell towards your other side. Now what has gotten his panties into a knot this time? It’s not like Jimin isn’t grabbing at him every few minutes.
With his hand still holding on to yours, Tae shifts down on the couch, ass pressed to Jeongguk and one leg thrown over Jeongguk’s, while his head is halfway in your lap now, nudging against the popcorn bowl.
On your left, you simultaneously have Yoongi’s thigh pushing against yours harder and you only just catch the leftover of a frown on his face before he turns it into a slight smile again.
He leans in a bit and quietly mutters, “He’s cute, huh?” Reaching out his hand, he pats Tae’s head, ruffling up his hair gently before he lays his palm on your blanket-covered thigh.
“Very,” you reply with a sigh and let yourself fall back further into the cushion, head resting on Yoongi’s shoulder now.
Yoongi’s hand remains on your leg for the remainder of the movie, fingers grazing ever so slightly once in a while.
When the credits roll, everyone moves slowly, stretching their limbs before getting up. Except for Tae and Jeongguk, who have both fallen asleep. Jeongguk is actually softly snoring against Joon’s chest, whose arm is draped over him. He looks so peaceful, you’d think he was an angel if you didn’t know better.
Yoongi removes his hand from your lap and reaches out for Tae again, lightly swatting his cheek to wake him up. Taehyung just smiles with his eyes closed, shaking his head and presses his face harder into your leg.
“Come on, big baby,” Yoongi chuckles before turning to you. “So now that I know the Cullens, I can confidently say we’re nothing like them by the way.”
You keep spending most of the following days hanging around in the library with Joon, often with Yoongi a bookcase or two over as well. His quiet mumbles are always audible in the silence of the high-ceilinged space. Until they are suddenly not. You find yourself missing the comforting sound of his muttering echoing off the old walls while you work your way through some demon literature. Somehow, you’re unable to concentrate now that Yoongi’s not present.
“Yoongi’s not here,” you state, having walked up to Joon’s desk.
“Yeah, I noticed,” Joon tells you with a small smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Instead, you can see some worry swimming in them. Uh oh. His expression makes unease creep into your chest.
Trying to convince yourself that you’re being dramatic, you figure he’s probably just busy with something.
At dinner that evening, Yoongi is quiet, as if lost in thought and excuses himself as soon as he’s done with eating. No one comments on it but you can tell everyone notices and the looks on all of their faces further confirm your worries. You go to bed with a lump in your stomach that night.
When you walk into the dining room the next morning, you barely make out someone whispering ‘It’s getting bad again’ before they all turn their heads your way when you enter. It seems that they hoped Yoongi would show up instead of you, slight disappointment on all their features when they realize he’s not.
Maybe he’ll join a bit later, like he usually does? You keep telling that to yourself at least.
It’s quiet while you eat, the only noise in the room being sipping sounds from coffee cups and the scraping of chopsticks across dishes.
“Tell me something,” your voice breaks the silence and all eyes are on you again. “Anything. Just. Take my mind off things.”
“Well,” Jimin hums. “I could tell you about our last mission if you want?”
“Please do.” Whatever blood-stained story he’s going to tell, it surely is less cruel than where your imagination is taking you right now.
“So, me, Gguk and Tae were sent to this dingy club two days ago,” he begins. “To take out some pimp. I don’t even remember his name. Ggukie?”
Jeongguk shrugs. “Abusive piece of shit, lowlife waste of air, not worth remembering his name.”
Jimin’s eyebrows rise at the string of words and he chuckles. “Well, him. Anyway, we walk in there and the whole thing looks pretty empty, except for two bodyguards that stand guard in front of waste-of-air’s office. Tae and I knock out one each and make sure their memories are wiped.”
You struggle to imagine angelic Jimin knocking anyone out with his delicate little hands. “How are you even doing that? Have you been trained in martial arts or something?”
“Oh yeah,” he nods. “Our trainee days were rough. Three years in total I think. And we’re stronger than most humans anyway, so I like to use the element of surprise. They always underestimate me until my knuckles slam into their face.” He smiles brightly at you. “Where was I? Ah, yes. Jeongguk bursts through the office door and what do you think we find in there?”
“I’m not sure I want to know.”
“The bastard’s in there with his pants down,” Jeongguk tells you. “A line of coke on the table in front of him and jacking himself off. I think it was 10 am.”
Ew. You immediately imagine a greasy, old guy, probably stinking of sweat and cheap cigarettes, jerking off in the comfort of his gross office.
“It was so nice tearing him apart,” Jeongguk says fondly, eyes trailing off.
“You made a big old mess,” Taehyung comments.
“I know. Can’t wait to get his fucking bodyguards too one day. I’m sure they’ll be on our list sooner than later.”
Jimin reaches over the table to stroke Jeongguk's hand. “They’ll get what they deserve. We’ll make sure of it.”
Jimin’s tender gesture catches you a little off guard amongst the brutal story.
“How come you came back by yourself?” you ask Jimin, remembering him returning alone that night. You couldn’t sleep and were wandering around the estate once again.
“Well, you see,” he is already giggling. “Those two usually stay behind up there for a while. To go out.”
“I thought it was unbearable for you on earth?”
“Tell that to their dicks,” Hobi huffs.
“It’s just cold,” Tae shrugs. “Nothing I can’t handle for a good fuck.”
“Yeah, it only gets unbearable after a day or so,” Jeongguk says.
“And it’s not like you’re taking that long anyway, right?”
Jeongguk’s hand balls into a fist around his chopsticks, cheeks a shade of bright red, at Taehyung’s remark. That seems to have hit a sore spot.
“I meant because you’re so quick in killing all those fuckers,” Tae eases the pain with a wink.
“Anyway,” Hobi seems to decide it’s time to change the topic before Jeongguk has the chance to get really mad. “What movie are we going to watch next?”
The table erupts into a heated discussion about various options to choose from, ranging from horror to classical pieces, but when your eyes meet Joon’s, you can tell his mind is elsewhere, just like yours.
In the afternoon, you’re in your room and hear a guitar being strung close by. Must be Yoongi next door, according to where the sound is coming from. Maybe he feels better! He never said that he can play the guitar. Really good as well from what you can make out.
The music doesn’t stop for hours, pleasantly resonating through the walls and almost lulling you to sleep. You even recognize some songs. When you exit your room, on your way to the library, you notice Yoongi’s door is slightly ajar. You can see Jeongguk through the crack, sitting on Yoongi’s bed, crosslegged, listening to him playing. Better leave them to it for now. You walk off just as the chords to Something in the Way by Nirvana start sounding. That can’t be a good sign.
A little further down the hallway, you find Joon leaning against the doorframe of his room.
“He’s still going, huh?” he asks you with a somber expression. Seems like he’s been listening in too.
“Come on,” he steps out of the door and leads you away with his hand on your shoulder when you just look at him with concern written all over your face. “Let’s get a snack.”
Joon tries his hardest to distract you for a while before leaving you with Hobi to watch some dumb reality TV show that he can’t stand, until it’s time for dinner.
Your last shred of hope that Yoongi is fine dissipates when he doesn’t show up at the table. The sound of his guitar playing has stopped a while back as well, being replaced by silence, that snakes its way into dinner too. You are all slurping on some soup Jeongguk whipped up with an uncomfortable air of worry whirring around you.
Towards the end of your meal, when Jimin and Hobi start collecting the dishes, Taehyung finally speaks into the quiet of the room. “I’ll get my pillow and lie down with the boss, he’s been alone in there all evening.”
“Actually,” Joon stops him. “Maybe we should try something else.”
Tae cocks his head in interest.
“You can stay with me tonight,” Joon starts to explain his idea and then turns to face you. “Maybe you can go and look after him tonight? If that’s okay with you?”
You are not sure Yoongi would even want you there, but you trust Joon and won’t turn him down if there’s even a slight chance it might help.
“Um, sure,” you agree even though you still feel a bit awkward about the proposal.
Jungkook shoves a bowl of soup and a spoon into your hands. “Make sure he eats.”
Joon accompanies you to Yoongi’s room after you changed into some more comfortable clothing, thanking you over and over again for agreeing to stay with him. When you go to knock on Yoongi’s door, he stops you.
“Don’t bother,” he sadly smiles at you. “He won’t respond.”
Oh. Okay then. You push down the door handle with some hesitation, not sure what’s going to await you on the other side. Joon nods his head when you look back at him, urging you to go in. This is so fucking weird. You expected Joon to follow you in, maybe warn Yoongi or something, but he retreats as soon as you step foot in Yoongi’s room, pulling the door close behind him.
Your eyes find their way to Yoongi, lying on top of his blanket on his back fully still, staring up at the ceiling. His face is even paler than usual, dark shadows under his eyes, his hands just limp on the bed by his sides. Slowly, with careful steps, you walk up to the bed.
“Hi,” you address him and your voice comes out in a whisper. Yoongi doesn’t even move his head, it’s as if he’s paralysed. His fingers shift a little on the sheet though at least when you put the soup on his bedside table and crouch down to get on his level.
You try to figure out what to do, feeling totally useless. All you can come up with is to reach for his arm and you carefully let your hand brush over his skin.
“I hope it’s okay that I’m here,” you say. “I can get one of the others if you want.”
You are about to start rambling about how Joon sent you and that you brought food and that you’ll leave if he doesn’t want you in his room. But then his hand suddenly shoots up and grabs yours. When he finally turns his head to look at you, you can feel your heart shatter at the sheer amount of sadness you can see clouding his red-rimmed eyes. He doesn’t say anything, but the way he looks at you leaves no question as to whether you’ll stay, so you squeeze his hand to reassure him that you won’t go anywhere.
Deciding that you’ll try your hardest to make him feel even a tiny bit better, you get back up and move to sit on his mattress, squeezing on to the space left next to him. You could have moved to the empty side of his bed but somehow that feels like putting too much distance between you. You shimmy up to lean against the headboard.
“Jeongguk made soup,” you tell him as you reach for the bowl. “He will murder me if you don’t eat at least a little bit of it.”
Yoongi doesn’t move at all, his stare having returned to the blank wall above him.
“Please, just a few spoonfuls,” you plead with him. “I know you don’t want to…” You are unsure if what you’re about to say is stupid and assuming, but the words leave your mouth anyway. “Please, for me?”
To your absolute surprise, Yoongi starts shifting next to you. Agonizingly slow, like he has to fight himself, he comes up into a sitting position despite the obvious war waging inside him, until his head thumps against the headboard. With wide eyes you look at him before collecting yourself and picking up some soup and basically shoving it in his face.
“Open up,” you instruct and he actually complies. A few spoons in, he lets his head fall back again, closing his eyes.
“That’s fucking humiliating,” he croaks out, quietly and as if his voice has been out of use for a while. You cannot help but scoff at him. Even at his lowest, he can’t get over his stupid pride.
“It’s not like you haven’t caught me mid-meltdown before, so shush. At least you didn’t smash a mirror or something. Whoever does shit like that is really embarrassing themselves. And all that over being horny too.”
The tiniest of smiles tugs at the corner of his mouth and then he lets you feed him a bit more before sliding down again, resuming his staring-into-the-void. At least you got some food into him. You return the leftovers to the nightstand, contemplating what to do next. For a little while, you just awkwardly sit next to Yoongi, wondering if you should just continue yapping but it’s a bit weird when there’s no response. Maybe that’s going to overwhelm him. For the sake of getting more comfortable, because currently the frame of the bed is digging into your right ass cheek, you do finally move over to Yoongi’s other side. It might be less odd if you’re lying down too? So you get into a horizontal position as well, on your side, and watch Yoongi’s chest rise and fall. His face has returned to a pained expression. Whatever’s tormenting him must go real deep, as his eyes start to gloss over.
“Can I touch you?”
You don’t get a verbal response, but his hand reaches for you and you take that as enough of an invitation to move closer until you’re flush against his side. When you’re settled, your fingers curled around his, you look up at his face again. He’s avoiding your gaze but that doesn’t hide the singular tear rolling down his cheek and dripping onto his pillow. You instinctively go to wipe the wetness off his skin and at the contact his mouth goes into a pout, as if he’s holding back more tears.
“It’s alright,” you coo, pulling his face closer to yours and trying to keep your own voice from breaking. “You can cry.”
At the first tremble of his shoulders that accompanies a silent sob, you’re basically on top of him, hugging him as hard as you can. Yoongi’s body relaxes in your hold, a few moments later he stops shaking and turns so that you’re both on your sides facing each other. His eyes are closed though, as if he’s ashamed to look at you.
Your hand moves up to his face, fingertips lightly touching his lids, making them twitch at the contact. Fingers glide across the wet skin and wipe away his tears. The scar on the right side of his face is a deeper shade of red now and you run your thumb over the sunken tissue tenderly. Yoongi sighs when you lean in and place a kiss to where the scar begins on his forehead, then lower, where it spreads across his cheek. He lets you caress him, his breathing evening out under your soft touch.
Lying there with him in silence, you can’t help but look around his room and inspect everything that’s in here. The furniture is sleeker than that in the living room. Less grand and lighter in color. There’s a large wardrobe in the corner, a desk standing by the other and a TV on a simple dresser, similar to your room. Bigger and smaller plants are placed here and there and there are pictures on the walls - some abstract art pieces, as well as photos of him and the guys.
You smell something familiar, now that you’re not fully concentrating on Yoongi. Huh? Turning your head, you see the small flame flickering on his desk. Fresh cotton burns steadily, spreading its comforting scent all over the room. You’d recognize the container holding the candle anywhere. It reminds you of home and makes you even more emotional than you already were, so you lean in and wrap your arms tighter around Yoongi, squeezing him into another hug.
Just then, the door creaks open a little and your eyes connect with Joon’s who’s quietly checking in and nodding at you with a small, appreciative smile. Hobi’s head also peeks in for a second, before both of them retreat and leave you to it, closing the door behind them without making a noise so as to not disturb the apparent peace. Lucy must have slipped through the crack in the door when the two put their heads in. He chirps before jumping up the bed, then purrs loudly as he rubs his head against Yoongi’s shoulder.
When you pull back from the embrace Yoongi opens his eyes. He looks at you for a beat, not smiling, but maybe like a tiny bit of weight has been lifted off his chest.
“Heard you playing guitar earlier,” you quietly say.
He nods.
“You're good. I didn't know.”
“Yeah.” He clears his throat. “Been playing ever since I was little I think.”
“You think?”
“I don't… really remember. I don't know who taught me but I know I loved it.”
“How come you don't remember?” you ask then but he just shrugs. He’s tired, you can tell and he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck so you decide not to pry further, stroking his back until you both fall asleep.
The room is dark when your eyes slowly blink open and you have no idea what time it is. The blinds are pulled shut, but it’s not like there would be any daylight coming in anyway. Fresh cotton has burned out too at this point, only leaving behind a faint smell of clean laundry. The other scent that’s coming up as you take a deep breath is one you’ve come to thoroughly enjoy. Dark strands of hair are tickling your nose as you’re nuzzling your face into Yoongi’s neck, who’s still asleep, his back pressed to your chest. His hair has fallen into his eyes, so you lift your hand from his waist to brush some curls behind his ear with gentle fingers. You feel some residual wetness on his cheek, making your heart hurt for him.
Yoongi stirs against your touch and your first subconscious reaction is to pull your hand away. Maybe he doesn’t want to be coddled all that much. Maybe he needs a bit of space. It’s not like you’re a couple or anything after all. When you turn to let yourself fall to the side and on your back though, his hand reaches out and finds yours in the darkness. He pulls you closer. Wordlessly. Then he sighs. Seems like he’s used to non-stop cuddling, obviously, with how the guys are behaving with each other. Maybe he hasn’t even realized it’s you, still half asleep and all. When you stretch your arm around his chest further, you feel Lucy’s fur, all soft and warm. He’s purring steadily, still half asleep and cuddled against Yoongi’s front.
Reaching underneath your pillow with your unoccupied hand, you pull out your phone to check the time. Huh, seems like you slept through the whole night for once. It’s already close to 9 am. As you lock your screen again, the door slowly swings open and Jeongguk’s face pops into the room.
The sudden brightness coming from the hallway illuminates Yoongi and you like a fucking stage light, blinding you momentarily. Great, of course it’s him finding you spooning their beloved boss, hair messy and face bare, probably scrunched up with pillow marks. He doesn’t acknowledge it though. Not yet at least. He’s going to have a field day with this later, you are sure.
Jeongguk carries a tray full of bowls and cups as he’s stepping inside the room, making his way to Yoongi’s bedside table. Him serving you breakfast in bed was not something you anticipated. There’s even a smile on his face as he takes in Yoongi, who’s probably still sleeping in your arms and cradling Lucy in his. Who knew Gguk could be so cute when he’s not acting like the actual spawn of Satan?
You automatically smile back at him, all drowsy and dazed. His smile falters the second he looks back at you, immediately rolling his eyes with a scoff. God, what a bitch. His unrelenting attitude makes you chuckle anyway. He picks up the almost empty bowl of soup from yesterday, eyes widening, then turns on his heel and it looks like he’s about to slam the door shut behind him, but he recovers some sense at the last second and closes it without making a sound.
A couple more minutes pass as you lay there with Yoongi, before you reach over and turn on the bedside lamp. He groans as if taking offense.
“It's past 9,” you quietly tell him. “And I’m not having breakfast in the dark.”
“‘m not hungry,” Yoongi mumbles, turning to face away from the food Jeongguk placed next to him while Lucy stretches languidly next to him.
“That’s okay. Just share with me then. Few bites.”
At first you think he’s ignoring you, but then he reluctantly sits up, rubbing the heels of his palms against his eyes.
You grab a bowl of steaming rice that has some vegetables and meat on top and take the first spoonful. “It’s good,” you comment between bites. The next time you pick up rice, you lift the spoon to Yoongi’s face with your other hand trying to catch any spills. You look at him with raised eyebrows and he finally leans closer with his mouth open.
“So god damn stubborn,” he chews, shaking his head a little.
“Yeah you are,” you nudge him with your knee before taking another bite yourself.
You manage to force-feed about half the bowl to Yoongi in silence. Good enough for now probably, since it doesn’t look like he’s enjoying the food at all. Lucy begs for a piece of meat, shoving his face into the bowl that’s in your hands and Yoongi hums, then picks up a hearty chunk and feeds it to him.
“I need a shower,” you announce while getting up and setting the bowl aside. “I’ll go to my room real quick and come back, if you want me to?”
The absolute haunting pout Yoongi throws at you in response almost knocks you off your feet.
“Don’t leave m-” He stops mid-sentence, disguising his Freudian slip with a cough. “Don’t leave.”
“But I’m smelly and I need to brush my teeth,” you argue. “And you should too. No offense. I can get one of the others to stay with you while I’m gone. Lucy will stay too.”
Yoongi doesn’t answer but pulls you close again by your hand, obviously unwilling to let you go.
“Fine, how about I use your shower? Won’t even close the door.”
He sighs, but finally loosens his grip on your hand.
You walk into his en-suite, checking out the stuff in his cabinets. There’s Yoongi’s toothbrush, leaning inside a cup and you find a stack of new ones in a drawer below the sink. Ripping one open, you put toothpaste on it and do the same to Yoongi’s, then walk over to him, shoving the brush and the empty cup in his hands, in case he still can't muster the strength to get up and rinse.
He looks at you with slight disdain and you just shrug in return.
“Wha?” you ask, mouth occupied with the toothbrush, before you pull it out. “Come on, I’ll give you a kiss. But only after you brushed.”
Maybe a little flirting will make him feel better. He rolls his eyes but begins to brush his teeth, leaning against the headboard of his bed and you return to the bathroom giggling. Men are so easy to manipulate.
After rinsing, you quickly shed off your clothes and take hell’s quickest shower ever, maybe even trying to scrub off the sadness with how hot you’ve turned the water on. Only when you step out and grab a towel do you realize that you obviously don't have any clean clothes in Yoongi’s room. So you dry yourself off and wrap the towel around your body, then walk over to Yoongi.
“I’m just gonna get a fresh set of clothing. I’ll be right back.”
“Ugh,” he groans dramatically, the cup and toothbrush sitting on his bedside table now. “You don't need clothes.”
Oh, so he might feel a bit better today than he did yesterday already. Good to know. “Yoongi, my room is literally next door, it’s not even gonna be a minute.”
“Fine…”
As promised, you hurry over to your room and put on whatever loungewear you can find, making sure to return as quickly as possible. When you enter Yoongi’s room again, he’s lying on his side, back towards the door, so you pick up his toothbrush and bring it to the bathroom, where you also hang up your towel to dry.
Once back by the bed, you touch Yoongi’s back as you sit at the edge of the mattress. His shirt feels slightly damp.
“Hey,” you speak softly, but he doesn’t react. From his posture alone you can tell he’s pretty out of it again, all slumped and unresponsive.
“You need to get out of this sweaty t-shirt,” you tell him as you force him to roll on his back by his shoulder.
He drapes his arm over his eyes and doesn’t make any effort to move. Leaving him to it for a moment, you get up and pull open the closet doors, digging through the contents for a shirt. With the clean garment in hand you turn around and find Yoongi already sitting on the side of the mattress, looking like a sad bag of bones.
“Arms up,” you instruct and pull his shirt over his head when he complies. Your eyes fall to the scar on his shoulder and you place your hand over it for a second before helping him into the fresh clothing.
You climb back into bed to Yoongi’s left and stretch out on your back with your eyes closed. The mattress dips down and Yoongi’s pressed into your side again. He breathes out a sigh when you run your fingers through his tousled hair.
“Promised me something,” he mumbles against your shoulder.
“I did?”
“Mmh,” he nods, but only barely. “Kiss.”
“Oh,” you say, placing both of your hands on his face and planting a peck on one cheek. “You’re right.” You smooch his other cheek too before you let your fingers wander from his face to his neck and you finally lock your lips with his for a soft, quick kiss.
Your lips have only just parted from Yoongi’s when the door opens and a yawning Taehyung trudges in, still in his pajamas. You move your hands away from Yoongi to prop yourself up on your elbows to see what Tae’s doing. Probably just checking in, you assume. But as soon as he reaches the bed, he throws himself halfway on top of Yoongi, sprawling out his arm and leg over him and pulls you closer as well, wedging Yoongi in between the both of you. Lucy watches the scene from the corner of the mattress with little interest, paying no mind to some demons cuddling while he strives for his eleventh hour of beauty sleep.
“You feeling better?” Tae sleepily mutters into Yoongi’s hair. “Missed you. Both of you,” he hums and squeezes your arm. Smiling, you look at Yoongi, who’s still facing you, the corners of his mouth also tugging upwards a little at Tae’s intrusion.
“Do you need anything?” you ask Taehyung, who seems to have gotten comfortable nestled against Yoongi’s back.
“Nap,” he mumbles. “And cuddle.”
How could anyone deny him his wishes? You shake your head in disbelief at how different he is from when you first met him and then decide to go along with his plan and let yourself be cuddled to sleep with Taehyung’s foot rubbing your leg and his fingers gripping your arm, hoping Yoongi won’t be smothered to death.
A while later, you’ve embarrassingly been dreaming about being squished between Yoongi and Tae, you get woken up by someone entering the room before the thought takes root. Blinking your eyes open, you recognize Joon. He sighs.
“Tae, I told you to get the dishes,” Namjoon complains. “Like half an hour ago…”
He’s patting Tae’s cheek to wake him up but he just whines in response.
“But I’m so tired,” he pouts, not willing to move a single limb.
“Ugh, okay,” Joon turns his back towards the bed and looks over his shoulder. “Hop on, we can nap on the couch.”
Reluctantly, Taehyung peels himself off Yoongi and climbs on Joon’s back, letting himself be carried away. On his way out, Joon grabs the leftover dishes himself and barely audibly whispers to the head buried in his shoulder. “Come on, Yoongi’s in good hands, leave them to it.”
“Tae is so cute,” you giggle, making Yoongi raise a tired eyebrow.
“Don’t get the wrong idea about him.”
Okay, whatever that means?
“I’m sure you’ll find out at some point.”
“Are you okay?” you ask him, running your fingers through his hair, not getting into the topic of Tae’s supposed split personality.
“Mmh,” he nods his head a little. “Better than yesterday.” He pauses and then finally looks up into your eyes. “Your lasagna might help, actually.”
Oh! Your eyes light up at Yoongi willingly considering food so you immediately scramble to get your phone and text Hobi to let him know you’re making lasagna for dinner and to please get the ingredients ready.
You get to work in the afternoon, preparing the healing lasagna once again, this time without an assistant, although Jeongguk can’t seem to help but peek inside the kitchen every now and again, judging your skills from afar. You promised yourself to not allow him another piece of your lasagna because he trash-talked it last time, but if he shuts his mouth for a little while you might change your mind on that.
“Need me to grate some cheese?” he asks while you’re busy stacking.
Now who is this and what did he do to Jeongguk?
“Um, sure,” you say, trying not to come off as astounded as you are. Got to make the most of it when he’s not acting like a total dickhead for once. “Thank you.”
So he does and unfortunately you have to admit that he even grates cheese perfectly. In whatever way that might be possible. It’s just the ideal amount. You would have done a bit more but that would have made it too greasy.
He flicks a singular piece of shredded cheese at you. Apparently he reached his threshold for niceties for the day.
Once the lasagna has finished baking, you serve it to the group gathered at the table, Jimin helping you carry plates while you handle the sizzling hot dish.
“Thanks, noona,” Jeongguk mocks, but despite his complaints last time he digs in with vigor.
You just roll your eyes, not even granting him a response, and pick up the two portions of lasagna you put aside.
“Dig in,” you nod to the others as you walk out, making your way back to Yoongi.
“Ready for the chef’s special?” you announce yourself as you enter his room.
To your delight, Yoongi is already sitting up against his headboard. The TV is on, some basketball match running its course quietly in the background. Maybe you won’t even need to feed him this time, so you hand him his bowl and utensils before sitting next to him with your own food.
“Thank you,” he tells you and lets the fingers of his free hand brush against your thigh for a moment before actually starting to eat.
You’re almost too distracted by watching him take bites from the corner of your eye to have the lasagna yourself. He’s not chomping down on it, but judging by the appreciative hums, he is enjoying himself.
You eat side by side in silence, the only voices sounding on low volume being the basketball commentators judging the players. It’s more comfortable this time, not the heartbreaking, paralyzed stillness from before and you’re relieved to have Yoongi gaining some semblance of himself again.
Once your stomachs are filled, you lie back down and a while later you fall asleep with your chest pressed to Yoongi’s back and your arm around his waist again.
When you wake up in the morning, reaching your hand out to find Yoongi without success, you realize that you’re alone in his bed. Even Lucy is gone. That’s good, right? Yoongi must have gotten up then.
Still, you’re somehow already missing his warmth against your body. You stretch out your arms and legs, rolling on your stomach, and groan into the pillow. The time on your phone tells you that you should probably head down to the dining room, so you leave for your own room to freshen up before going downstairs and joining the others for breakfast.
You can make out the usual chatter from the hallway already, happy that things seem to have returned to normal now.
“Good morning,” Joon smiles at you as you sit down across from him, the worry that had clouded his eyes the past days now gone.
The others greet you as well, handing you various items of breakfast foods while engaging you in conversation.
One person isn’t really taking part in the chat though, his eyes anywhere but on you. When your hands reach for the soy sauce at the same time, he pulls his back immediately, as if you weren’t basically melted together for the past 48 fucking hours.
What the hell. You can’t lie, his behaviour throughout the breakfast kind of hurts after he practically begged you to stay by his side.
Yoongi also seems to have some sort of gripe with Joon, as he’s reacting slightly snappy anytime he replies to him. Joon just keeps rolling his eyes though, obviously unimpressed by his weird attitude.
When Joon is putting the plates into the dishwasher after the meal, you join him in the kitchen. You lean against the counter next to him, not really knowing what you even want to ask. It seems like you don’t need to, because Joon turns to you, wiping his hands on a dish towel and starts talking unprompted.
“Don’t let Yoongi make you feel bad,” he tells you. “I figure he must be embarrassed as fuck if he’s acting like this. He’s pissed at me too I think, but he’ll get over it.”
“Why would he be mad at you of all people?”
“Well, it’s kinda my fault that you got to see him like this,” he explains. “But to be fair, he’s rarely ever been back on his feet this fast. Just give him a day or so to get a grip.”
Joon spends the afternoon teaching you how to play chess to distract you from seething, because at this point, you are actually mad about the way Yoongi is treating you.
He pulled the dusty board out of some cabinet, blowing on it to get rid of the grey layer.
“The others never want to play,” he says.
And you get a good idea on why they don’t soon, as Joon is basically murdering you on that chess board. He’s not going easy on you, outsmarting your every move. Which probably isn’t too hard, since you barely remember the rules anyway. Honestly, it’s boring as fuck, but you’d never tell him. Joon’s so happy to have found a victim, you can’t burst his bubble now.
The game might actually be making the time pass by even slower. Thankfully, Hobi pops into the living room to save you from your misery as Joon is once again clearing the board of all your figurines.
“Oh Joon,” Hobi sighs, sitting down on the floor next to you. “Why are you torturing her?”
“No, it’s fine,” you wave him off. “It’s fun.”
Your words don’t come out too convincing, maybe due to the grimace that accompanies them. Either way, Joon decides it’s time to release you from your shackles of black and white checkers.
“Sorry, I got carried away. I’ll let you pick a game next time, promise.”
You’re praying they stock more than just hourlong strategy games. Maybe you’ll just suggest spin the bottle. Truth or Dare even. What about 7 minutes in heaven … or hell? Damn, the horn from hell might be creeping up on you again.
After being freed from the torment, you make your way back to your room. To cool off, or maybe work yourself up even more, as you find out some hours later. It’s like you haven’t learned anything since you arrived here. Being alone in your room for too long has already made you lose your mind before. And you feel the simmering rage and arousal mix inside your veins, bubbling up to a dangerous cocktail that makes your heartbeat pang against your temple.
So Yoongi feels better (thanks to you) and immediately decides he wants nothing to do with you anymore? What an asshole. It makes you want to choke him again. Maybe ask him to choke you as well, who knows. A good session of giving him a piece of your mind, maybe slapping him even, and then getting fucked senseless would surely fix all of this. You even make an effort to switch out your cotton panties for a lace thong since he likes them so much. Even if he doesn't deserve it.
Determined and pissed as hell you throw open your door, take a step outside and immediately bump into a body. Oh for fuck’s sake. Of course it’s Jeongguk. You’re thrown back by the impact as he whirls around, apparently just coming out of Yoongi’s room and he reaches out to steady you, as if on instinct. As his hands hold you by the shoulders, there’s a moment of silence. Just a beat.
You blink at him, all dolled up, his hair done with some wide straight legged jeans on and a black mesh shirt, showing off his chest and pecks. He’s wearing an oversized blazer on top, making the outfit a tiny bit more classy, as well as a cluster of silver chains around his neck. Where the hell is he going in a fit like that? Vogue? He smells nice too unfortunately, surrounded by a musky cloud of perfume that beckons you in.
His hands are still on your shoulders when your eyes meet and you’re both pulled out of your paralysis, so he withdraws as quickly as you take a step back.
“Sorry,” you mutter, shaking your head and trying to remember what you came out of your room for. “What are you up to, looking like that?”
“Not really any of your business,” he snaps back but chuckles when you roll your eyes at him. “I’m going out. Clubbing.”
“Alone?”
He frowns now, squinting at you in annoyance. “Yes.” He shakes his head for emphasis. “I’m gonna find someone to fuck, since apparently I’m not getting invited around here anymore.”
Oh. Whatever that means. It’s not quite imaginable anyone would turn him down, especially when he looks so delicious. Damn, the horn from hell even makes you lust after the resident brat now. But he looks really hot, ugh.
“Who’s excluding you?” you ask.
“No one,” he shrugs and cracks his neck as he rolls his head from left to right. “Not intentional at least. Also, still none of your business.”
“Ugh, fine. Have fun then, good luck,” you push past him without even giving him a second glance. “Is Yoongi in his room?”
“Oh, he sure is,” Jeongguk chortles a laugh before he’s off, teleporting himself to some club where he’ll surely get lucky. You’ll never get used to them just whooshing away.
That weird encounter took some edge off your anger, but you’re still going to chew Yoongi out for treating you like shit, there’s no way around it as your blood still simmers from either rage or horniness. Or both.
You burst into Yoongi’s room without warning, the door ricocheting off the wall by how hard you threw it open. You’re stopped cold in your tracks though when two pairs of eyes snap to look at you from the bed. Oh shit!
It takes your brain a second to grasp the unexpected action you just walked in on. Yoongi’s on his back, hands gripping Jimin’s thighs, who’s currently bouncing on his cock, back arched, bracing himself on Yoongi’s legs. Jimin doesn’t stop rolling his hips when he turns to look at you, smiling, his hair all disheveled, looking like a fucking angel. Yoongi has the audacity to grin at you as well between grunts and you’re suddenly not sure if you want to strangle him or join them.
Yet again, you’ve barged in on people fucking, while being haunted by your own endlevel boss horniness. This has to be some kind of cruel joke. And seeing it after taking care of Yoongi for two days? It stings, even if you wouldn’t admit that.
“Look who it is, Yoongi,” Jimin pants, excitement bleeding into his blissed-out voice. “Oh, hah, can she join us?”
You don’t get to hear the answer as you pull back the door behind yourself and let it slam shut as you step back into the corridor. No you will not join them and do Yoongi another favor that he will not appreciate. But the horn from hell is back and it’s here in full force, the anger propelling it to another level. You have to fuck someone. Anyone. And it’s got to happen now!
Stomping down the hallway you rip open the next door you can find, looking for a willing victim to satiate your hellish hunger. It happens to be Hobi’s room, where he’s lounging on the bed talking to Joon. Perfect. One of them surely can help you out. Maybe you’ll even get a two-in-one deal.
Their eyes snap to you when the door flies open, looking at you slightly confused as you stand there, with a heaving chest. All sense of embarrassment has left you in this current state. Before they can even say anything, you announce your needs into the room with what borders on a banshee scream.
“I need someone to help me out and fuck me. Now. Please!”
Joon’s mouth falls open and then closes again, obviously at a loss for words. Hobi looks a little worried and unfolds his legs before he walks up to you.
“Girl, you came to the wrong room I fear,” he pats the top of your hand. “Don’t know if you noticed but I’m gay. And I’d do it for you but I just know it’s not gonna work…”
He looks at you all apologetic, making you feel fucking stupid.
“I could like, finger you if you want?” Hobi offers, sensing your desperation, but that isn’t gonna cut it for you at all.
Your eyes fall to Joon like a hunter zooming in on its prey, as he’s still in a deep state of shock, wheels practically turning inside his head.
“I um,” Joon stutters, then yanks up his hand and points to the golden band around his ring finger. “I’m married!”
Huh?! You saw him fuck Hobi in the library, what does he mean he’s married? He should’ve just said that he’s gay too if he doesn’t want you…
“Ugh, fine,” you rush out of there, banging the door closed and immediately spot your next victim.
Tae is walking towards his room, meeting your eyes and he smiles when he spots you. But only for a second, until he notices the way you’re charging at him. “What’s wrong?”
You halt right in front of him, your chest bumping against his from miscalculating the distance and your breath already hitches. “Need your help. Will you please fuck me?”
“Oh.” His eyebrows shoot up at your request, but the shocked expression soon turns into a sly smile. “Hell yeah.”
Tae immediately pulls you against his chest again and grabs the back of your neck to engage you in an aggressive kiss. There’s no slow start or gentle hands, and it’s exactly what you need. Didn’t expect Taehyung to be the perfect candidate for it but you’re not about to question it. Instead, you fumble for the door handle behind him, pushing it down and shoving him inside.
With the door closed behind your back, Taehyung momentarily breaks the kiss.
“What’s gotten into you?” he chuckles, his hand planted against the wood next to your head.
“Me? What’s gotten into you?” you throw the question back, thinking about how he came looking for snuggles just a day ago.
He presses his hips against yours, his ever-ready erection dragging harshly against your groin and grabs your chin, holding your face up with a tight grip. “I’m always like this when it comes to sex. Hope you like it rough.” His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass hard, as if to give more weight to his words.
“I mean, yeah, I guess?” you reply with wide eyes. “How rough are we talking? Will you beat me up? Do I have to beat you up?”
Tae laughs, the grip on your chin and ass cheek still unwavering. “As rough as you’ll allow.”
This suddenly feels dangerous, but you’re also very intrigued by Tae’s ambiguity. He wouldn’t actually harm you, right?
“I’ll try to go easy on you,” he mumbles as he licks up your jaw. “Just tell me if I go too far and I’ll stop.”
Throwing all worries aside, you grind your hips into him and lift your leg to pull him in even further. His cock twitches at your initiative as he pushes his tongue into your mouth with fervor. With one hand, he grips the waistband of your pants and you drop your leg so he can rip them down. He reaches between your legs and rubs his palm against your lace-covered pussy just once, making you sigh. The relieving touch is only short-lived as he retrieves his hand to pull your top over your head and throws it aside.
Tae moves away from you and on instinct, your body follows his, but he pushes you back against the door.
“Off,” he points at your bra. “And stay where you are.”
Shaking from anticipation you undo the clasp on your back and let the fabric drop to the floor. You reach for your panties as well, pushing your thumbs underneath the tiny waistband on each side but Tae clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “This stays on.”
“Oh,” you breathe. “Okay.”
He smirks now, narrowing his eyes at you from the few feet of distance between you. “So obedient. Stay there.”
He walks over to his bed and fetches a pillow, then brings it back with him to where you stand, still by the door. He drops the cushion in front of your feet, his gaze wandering up your body and reaches out his hand to squeeze your breast, then looks you in the eyes. “Now kneel.”
It’s as if his commanding demeanor shuts off your brain and you just drop to the ground, happy to oblige. With your hands on your thighs, you wait for his next order, looking up at him like a dumb bitch.
“Go ahead,” he nods his head at you. “My dick isn’t gonna get itself out.”
Hurried and fucking feral for his cock already, you grip his pants and boxers and yank them down to his ankles in one go, making his heavy erection bounce out and almost hit you in the face. The thing is massive and you gulp.
Before you can reach out for him, Tae wraps his own hand around it, angling his face downwards. He purses his lips and lets a thick dollop of spit fall onto his cock, spreading it along his shaft as he strokes himself.
You watch him closely, like you’ve been hypnotized but are pulled back into the moment when his other hand closes around your chin again. “Tongue out.”
The command makes you swallow down the saliva that’s been collecting in your mouth in anticipation, immediately followed by obeying his order, opening your mouth and laying your tongue out flat for him.
“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” he purrs before he taps the tip of his cock against your tongue a few times. The contact makes you whimper and you have to hold back on your instincts of taking him into your mouth immediately. You’re not going to mess this up when he just praised you for being good, so you hold still as he uses your tongue. Drool starts dripping from its tip before Tae cradles your cheek and finally pushes himself into your mouth.
“You ready to choke?” he asks, only just breaching your lips with his cock. You nod eagerly.
“Slap my leg if I’m too rough,” is the last thing you hear before he rams his dick into you as far as it can go before hitting your throat. You immediately gag around him and he groans with his hands holding the back of your head, watching you struggle to take him. He pulls back slowly and you use the moment to take a deep breath through your nose. He keeps going, shoving his length in hard and your eyes are watering as you try to get used to the intrusion, gagging and choking. Sensing that you might need a break, the next time he rolls his hips, he lets his tip hit the inside of your cheek instead, making it bulge out obscenely. With a flat hand, he slaps the convex side of your face, just hard enough to startle you. When you moan around his cock in reaction to the smack, he raises one eyebrow at you.
“You like that, huh?” he scoffs and caresses your cheek with his thumb before slapping you harder, leaving your skin tingling and your pussy throbbing.
You don’t have time to recover from the blow before he snaps his hips and causes you to gag again. Tae moans every time your throat contracts around him as you fight your body to take him down. Tears are streaking your face as he pants above you, showing no mercy. When he fully pulls out of you, you cough and almost topple over. You hold onto his thighs for balance and look up at him while he takes off his shirt and steps out of his pants with a grin that makes your blood run cold.
Before you can admire his abs, you are yanked up from your kneeling position, and Tae drags you towards his bed where he pushes you onto the mattress. There’s no time to settle as he immediately crowds into you, leaning over your body and it’s clear that the hunter and prey roles got totally reversed compared to some minutes ago.
“You did so well,” he whispers into your ear while his hand runs down your side, until his fingers land on the waistband of your thong. He lets the elastic snap against your skin a few times while he leans in to kiss you. His teeth tug on your bottom lip, tongue swirling against yours with breathtaking dominance and his other hand is tangled in your hair to hold you in place.
He starts kissing down your jaw and neck slowly, marking the skin above your tits with his teeth, sucking the skin harshly anytime his mouth is on you as he descends. His tongue darts out along your stomach and he licks a long stripe down its center, making you giggle. His eyes snap up to yours at the sound and you suddenly hold your breath, anxious that you pissed him off.
He grins back at you though, easing your worries before closing his mouth around the elastic of your thong. He pulls it off with his teeth, revealing your body fully to him and kneels on the mattress now, giving you a moment to look at him, while he does the same to you.
Tae is slender in general but definitely built from working out. There’s honey skin over taught muscle, veins protruding along his arms and flat abs that actually throw little shadows when the light hits them from the right angle. Nice. He pulls you out of your trance when he cocks his head to the side.
“Hands and knees, princess,” he says with his brows raised in expectation.
Without hesitation, you get on all fours, facing towards the end of the bed, eager to find out what he’s going to do to you next. He’s unpredictable to you which only heightens all your senses - except your thinking skill, maybe. That one’s been down the drain since you barged in on Jimin and Yoongi.
There’s a conveniently placed mirror on the opposing wall and your eyes meet in the reflection. Tae is positioned directly behind you, smirking like a maniac when he brings his hand to his lips. He spits onto the tips of his fingers, dragging the saliva from his mouth with a quick and smooth motion before smacking the slicked up digits against your pussy. Your head falls forward at the feeling and a moan breaks from your lips when he pushes two fingers into you without warning. The stretch burns in the most satisfying way as he pumps them into you deep and fast.
“Such a tight little pussy,” he growls. “Gotta get you ready for my cock or I'll split you in half.”
The force with which he’s fucking his fingers into you makes you jostle back and forth and pushes the air out of you in sounds of pleasure. It’s bordering on being painful, but you still crave more. His other hand lands on your ass, making you yelp from the surprising sting.
“You do like it rough, huh?” he chuckles. “So fucking wet for me.”
Another blow strikes your cheek before he adds a third finger, and your skin burns so pleasantly - oh, that handprint will absolutely be visible tomorrow.
“God, fuck,” you moan, shaking your head while he keeps on fingering you from behind.
“Don’t thank god,” he spits as he rolls his wrist. “He’s not the one making you scream. It’s me.”
Well, he’s right. You call out his name and it borders on a cry when you do because he starts curling his fingers at the same time. Your wailing doesn’t stop now that he brings his other hand around to your front and presses his fingers directly onto your clit, where he draws rough circles.
“You’re gonna come for me before I fuck you,” he says it like a promise, or, more likely, a threat.
It’s not an issue for you either way, as you’re already close to falling apart. “Yeah, please don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dare,” he chuckles at your plea while repeatedly snapping his middle finger against your clit, spreading you with his index and ring finger. His hand at the back is still plowing in and out of you mercilessly and all the sensations make your legs shake.
Your belly tightens, muscles flexing in anticipation when you feel the high approaching and you move to grip the sheets beneath you. “Tae, I’m coming,” you press out, repeating the phrase over and over again until the coil snaps and your arms give out. The orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave and you breathe deeply into the fabric of the mattress, muffling your cries, with your face planted against it.
You’re suddenly pulled up by the roots of your hair and he leans over you, still pumping his fingers as he brings your face close to his. “Nuh uh. I wanna hear you.”
Your brows knit when another moan flies from your lips at the curling of his digits and you just hear him huffing out a smug breath.
“Too much,” you whine when it begins to ache from sheer overstimulation and he finally slows down and eases out of you.
He’s not done with you though, as is evident by the way he pulls you into his lap after sitting down with outstretched legs, back turned to the edge of the mattress. You don’t even have time to settle before he’s latching onto your neck, his teeth scraping over your skin. He’s sucking on your throat like a fucking vampire having his first meal in days. Your lids fall shut while you’re still catching your breath with your legs curled around his hips and the second his fingers pinch your nipples, your eyes roll back into your head. He tugs on them, taking his time, and when he lets go, your tits jiggle back into place before his lips find their way to your chest as well, placing wet kisses all around your upper body.
“Taste so good,” he hums between bites and drags of his lips. You lay your arms upon his shoulders and feel his dick twitch against your pussy, from where it’s tucked in between your bodies, smearing drops of precum under your belly button anytime its pressed into your skin.
When you finally open your eyes again, you’re stopped by the view of his broad back in the mirror. Oh. You can see how his muscles flex with every subtle move he makes, his spine bending gently, showing off its ridges beneath his skin.
He chuckles when he looks at you after detaching from your chest. “Are you watching yourself?”
“What?” your eyes snap to his, suddenly embarrassed about him catching you staring. “No, I… I was looking at your back.”
Tae hums, then lifts his shoulders and moves them backwards while his hands find their way to his hips. You laugh, absentmindedly though, since you’re distracted by the view of him flexing his back muscles for you.
You trace the lines of his lats unable to tear your eyes away and sigh, “You’re so buff.”
Jesus, what’s happening to you and when did cuddly baby demon Tae turn you into a totally awestruck bimbo?
He seems to like it though, still chuckling at you gushing over him before his hands grip both sides of your waist. Apparently he has to show off that his muscles are not only for show, as he lifts you off him with ease while sliding further up the bed and under you into a reclined position and he looks up at you while easing you down into his lap again.
“Look at yourself,” he says, cocking his head towards the mirror. “Want you to watch yourself while you ride me.”
Somewhat reluctantly you lift your gaze up to the mirror - you’ve never seen yourself getting fucked before and honestly, you’d much rather enjoy Tae’s visuals, but you’re trying to be a good girl here after all. You see your mouth fall open as he directs his cock between your wet folds, then presses himself into you only an inch and you struggle to keep your eyes open. When your lids threaten to shut, his hand rushes up to your face where he squishes your cheeks between his fingers.
“Thought I told you to look at yourself,” he scolds and lightly slaps his fingers against your skin before retrieving his hand.
“Sorry,” you whine, eyes now fixated on the mirror.
“See that?” he asks then, angling his hips. “You can't miss the best part. When I push my cock into your tight little pussy.”
You obediently watch your face contort as you’re being impaled. Maybe Tae was right earlier and he will actually split you in half. Certainly feels that way as he’s shoving himself inside of you and your fingers dig into your thighs to soldier through the burn. “Fuck, Tae,” you whimper, not daring to close your eyes.
“Aw, poor thing,” he coos, smirking up at you and stilling his hips. “Is my cock too big for you?”
His condescending words only spur you on and with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth you sink down on his shaft further until you're in his lap again, pulling a surprised but proud groan from him.
“Fuck, that's our good girl,” he manages before grabbing at your tits.
The sound of the word our threatens to make your head spin even more than his dick dragging along your pulsating walls. Did he say that on purpose? Deciding not to dwell on it, because at this moment in time you do like the idea of it, you roll your hips once, feeling him so deep inside of you that you are worried for the last bit of your sanity.
Any time your eyes start to wander from the mirror as you ride him, Tae corrects you with a firm hand. You’re dying to look at him as he struggles to keep himself from fucking up into you and fails. His left hand is placed on your hip, while his right kneads your breast and toys with your nipple.
Fine, so you're going to watch if he insists. Your hair is already disheveled, tits bouncing anytime your bodies meet and with every swivel of your hip, you see Tae’s hard length moving in and out of you, glistening with your slick. Your mouth has fallen open a while ago, faint moans and whimpers sounding from your lips every time he bottoms out so harshly.
The fact that you’re about to go cross-eyed from the intensity has one upside - you get a glance of Tae’s abs in the mirror, flexing as he pistons into you.
“Please,” you sob out. “Please let me look at you.”
His hands close around both sides of your throat and with another groan he angles your head down with the tips of his fingers. “Fine.”
The second you look down at him, taking in his strained abs that are now on full display for you, he tightens his hold, choking you, only gently at first. “Ride me properly then.”
At his command, you start throwing your hips in circles with vigor, slamming into his lap, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix hard each time you do.
Your screams get cut off by his fingers pressing down harder around your throat and he meets your eyes before asking, “Okay?”
You nod to which his gaze darkens, lips pulled into another vile smirk while you do your best to keep on grinding your hips. “So pretty for us,” he mumbles in between and it seems like he’s lost in thought, complimenting you under his breath, his expression going soft for a split second.
Desperate to find anything to hold on to, to anchor yourself, your hand lands on Tae’s face. You feel the wetness from his lips under your fingertips but you’re no longer in full possession of your senses so your palm just splays over the lower part of his face, muffling his moans.
Tae sucks your index and middle finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue between and then around the digits. You can feel the vibration of his groans on your spit-slick skin and can't help from pressing them down onto his tongue.
It seems like he’s had enough of you smothering him with your hand as he grips your wrist and pulls it away from his face.
“Off,” he orders with one last slap to your tits. “Hands and knees.”
You gasp as you lift off his cock and it drags along your walls one last time on its way out. You scramble off Tae’s lap on your knees, legs all shaky, so you let yourself fall back onto the mattress. When you’re not fast enough to turn from your back to your front, Tae grips your thigh and twists your body, dragging you across the bed, then immediately pulls you up by your hips.
You’re jostled forward when a flat palm lands sharply on your ass. Before you can even process the sting of the slap, the tip of Tae’s cock already presses into you again from behind. “Gonna fuck your brains out,” he mutters. “You ready?”
“Uh huh,” is all you can muster because, of course you are. Not sure if there's even much brain left to be quite honest.
He pushes in harshly, almost in one go, dragging another cry from you. His balls slap against you with each thrust, your ass cheeks rebounding as they ricochet off his hips from the force.
When your arms threaten to give in from being jostled around so hard and you start to drop down, you are suddenly yanked back up by fingers tangled in your hair. The pull on your scalp makes you yelp in surprise. With your head forcefully angled back, the last thing you see before your eyes roll back into your head as Tae slams into you is the ceiling.
“Don't go weak on me now,” he grunts as he loosens the grip slightly, letting your head go horizontal again. “And watch.”
He’s already looking back at you through the mirror, fucking into you with increased vigor and your mouth hangs fully open now, unable to control your body from reacting to the view accompanied by his force.
With one hand on your hip, he’s hauling you back into his thrusts, the other wanders from your hair to your face. His fingers hook into the corner of your mouth, access made easy from your lips being wide agape, and he pulls your face into a grotesque grimace. Saliva is slowly starting to drip from your mouth since you are not able to close it, distorted moans erupting with each breath you take around the soaked fingers forcing your jaw apart.
You see him grinning in the reflection, fully satisfied with the picture he painted and when he leans in further, he sneers, “Now touch yourself. I wanna feel you come on my cock.”
Breaths heaving, you nod, eager to comply although your thoughts are so clouded by the stimulation, you’re struggling to form a proper sentence. “Wanna come for you,” you babble, somewhat incoherently. “So bad. Want your cum, Tae.”
“Shit,” he replies with a strained voice. Seems like your words only motivated him further, as he’s fucking into you so hard now, that the slapping sounds of your bodies meeting are echoing off the walls. “Gonna give it to you, princess.”
“Want your cum,” is the only thing you’re able to repeat over and over again, as your attention wavers.
Your fingers now rubbing over your clit in frantic circles, it doesn’t even take another minute until you are thrown into the abyss of another orgasm. Your body writhes as the shockwaves thrum through your system, muscles spasming from head to toe and your pussy clenching desperately around his cock. Tae’s brows are knit, a deep line forming between them as he looks down to where he’s nestled inside of you, where your body squirms and sucks him in deeper.
“God damn,” he groans through gritted teeth, drawing out the words as he pushes in even further. “Wanna come on your pretty face.”
He pulls out of you in one languid drag, gripping his cock tightly at its base. His other hand pushes you on your back by your shoulder. Swinging one leg over your chest, he’s caging your torso in between his knees. His free hand tilts your chin down to keep your mouth open while the other strokes his length at a frenzied pace, wrist wrenching at the tip.
You push out your tongue for him, showing him how much you want it and the sight makes him groan and finally lose it. He twists his hand faster and a drop of sweat drips from his nose, landing on your chest at the same time as the first spurt of cum shoots across your tongue.
“Fuck,” he stutters as the next load misses your mouth entirely and paints your cheek and lips. “Such a perfect canvas for my cum.”
He keeps on jerking himself, shooting rope after hot rope at you and you try to catch every drop, swallowing in between and quickly laying your tongue out for him again.
Tae moans with each gush and once he has milked himself dry lets out a deep breath, dipping his tip into your mouth and the residual cum. You close your lips around him and lightly suck him in, lazily swirling your tongue until he hisses and pulls back out.
He just lets himself fall off of you and plops down on his back, his shoulder against yours, chest heaving, trying to recover. Meanwhile you feel like you've gone fully cross-eyed, staring at the ceiling that's somewhat blurred and spinning.
“Are you okay?” His voice catches your attention and pulls you out of your orgasm-induced comatose state.
You nod, cum-stained lips pulled into a smile but otherwise not moving a muscle. “Yeah. I’m great.”
Tae laughs while his face nears yours. He kisses your temple quickly, then says, “I’m gonna run you a bath, okay? A bath always makes everyone feel better after I fuck them half to death.”
“Okay,” you chuckle, still paralysed and blissed out.
The mattress dips with his departure and you hear some drawers being opened and shut, as well as the sound of water running. A few minutes later he returns and goes to wipe your face with a soft towel. “Sorry for the facial,” he mumbles. “I got carried away.”
“‘ts fine,” you reply. “I liked it.”
“Noted,” he nods while his arms hook underneath the bend of your knees as well as below your shoulders. He picks you up, surprisingly without much effort - must be that demon strength - and carries you to his bath room.
The tub is halfway full and there’s clouds of tiny bubbles swimming on top. It’s warm in the room and smells fresh like citrus fruits. You can see the remnants of a bath bomb float around in the greenish water, suspiciously resembling a minion. The little eye still drifts around on the surface, making you laugh.
Tae eases you into the tub, holding you up by the arm. The warmth enveloping your body feels wonderful, it really is the cherry on top after being thrown and dragged around the bed by him. You wet your face with your hands, washing off the last remnants of him, then sink down a bit. Tae reaches for a washcloth and begins rubbing it down your neck.
“Feels good?” he asks and you nod, your eyes already heavy.
He cleans your shoulders and back, then your arms and when he reaches your chest, the pads of his fingers press against the skin there. “Oof,” he sighs. “Was too harsh again. Sorry. Let me get rid of that.”
You look down at yourself and immediately see what he’s talking about. Your skin is covered in small bruises and bite marks. The hickeys don’t hurt but you do feel a bit of a sting when he touches them. Tae lays a gentle palm over your skin and seconds later, the evidence of his mouth on you is gone.
Too bad, you kind of liked the little souvenirs. “Why can you even do that?”
“What? Healing?”
“Yeah,” you nod, running your hands through the water. “If your job is killing and erasing memories, what do you need healing for? Not that I don’t appreciate it.”
“Well, for ourselves, usually.” He sees the face you pull in reaction and smirks. “Not what you think. Demons… fight amongst themselves sometimes. And of course… we can hurt each other. Pretty badly.”
“Oh.” That’s news to you. “I thought you were all immortal.”
“I mean pretty much, but… not totally. There’s always limits, I guess.”
Makes sense. You yawn, nodding at his answer and struggle to keep your eyes open.
“Will you sleep here with me tonight?” Tae asks before you drift off. “I guess the others have all called it a night by now and you know… my thing.”
“Course, yeah,” you agree, voice thick with fatigue, since the way back to your room seems insurmountable right now anyway. And a cuddle sounds nice too.
“Alright,” you hear a smile in his voice even with your eyes closed. “Just relax for a bit while I take a shower. And please don’t drown.”
From your position in the tub you get a good view of Tae washing his body under the spray of hot water. With heavy lids you watch him lather his golden skin in soap and when he starts spreading the suds over his cock in slow strokes you wonder if maybe you would be able to go for a second round. Another yawn is bursting your delusional bubble though, reminding you that you’d probably just faint from exhaustion.
Once he’s done, he helps you out of the tub with a towel wrapped around his hips and lays a big fluffy one over your shoulders before draining the water. Tae walks you back to the bed where you let yourself fall down. He plucks the moist towel from you and helps you into one of his t-shirts instead, gently guiding you into a sitting position with an arm behind your back. As soon as your arms and head have slipped through the designated holes, Tae climbs into bed as well, discarding his own towel on the floor and immediately cuddling up to you naked.
You’re on your back when Tae rolls over and throws a leg and an arm over you, his head finding its way onto your shoulder. You tilt yours to the side so that your temples are touching and sigh, utterly exhausted but, to your surprise, not as satisfied as you thought you’d be. Huh.
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A/n: Welllllllll :) What do we think? Interaction in any form is highly appreciated, we'd be so happy to receive your feedback and if you're shy, feel free to send us an anonymous ask.
Pairings: Demon!BTS x f!reader, Yoongi x reader (main), everyone x everyone
Summary: You accidentally summon a demon and manage to make him mess up his ritual to get back home. Now you're stuck with a morally grey squad of hell dwellers who take you in and promise to try and bring you back to where you belong. Getting to know them during your warm holiday down south makes it clear though, that you're not the only one in need of help.
Genre: Fluff, smut, reverse harem, comedy, crack, found family, trauma and angst
Fic Warnings: MDNI, explicit sexual content, blasphemy, lots of trauma. See Hell Yeah Masterlist for a full list of genres and warnings!
Chapter Warnings: The movie Twilight, more assassination talk, depression and caring, cuddling and soft moments, tons of vulnerability, jealousy :)
Smut warnings: accidental voyeurism once again, reader is desperate as hell, sub!reader, dirty talk and blasphemy, face fucking, gagging, rough sex, rough fingering (bordering on fisting), mirror play (he makes her watch the whole thing), riding, choking, spanking, doggy, facial, aftercare
It’s already been a whole week in hell and there’s definitely Pros and Cons to that. Pros are that you feel lighter than before. The whole dramatically heightened emotions situation seems to have simmered down to a noticeable but bearable level of intensity. The horn from hell is still there. Very much so. But it’s also less troublesome since there’s a willing helper around if it fucks with you too much and that certainty alone makes all the difference in ensuring that you won’t totally lose your mind anymore.
The weekend passes without much fuss and you just enjoy not being tormented every hour of the day. On Monday, the Cons make themselves known though, as your boss bombards you with calls, telling you that your time off is over now and asking when you’ll be back. She’s understandably not amused when you tell her you won’t be able to make it today, or this week either - since it doesn’t look like Joon will miraculously find a way to bring you back. She’s pissed. She yells. You’re trying to make her believe your sob story about your sick grandma and that your car broke down too. You hope she doesn’t remember your grandma’s been dead for years. It sounds like she does though and now she’s even more mad. God, you should have taken more time on thinking up a better excuse - all that time spent on Netflix could have been used for good. But like on earth you procrastinated. In your defense though, you were fighting your own horny demons. Literally and figuratively.
Boss approves another week off. Unpaid this time and with a warning that this is your last chance before they’ll have to talk to HR about consequences.
Tuesday and Wednesday pass by in no time as well, not bringing Joon any closer to your salvation. But you ask Yoongi to do a spell to make you understand Hangul and you can at least decipher the books in the library now. There’s a lot of ancient tomes that you’re not sure you understand even with the translation magic. Hopefully none of them unleash some freaky curses. You make sure to read silently, so as not to repeat your mishap of summoning another demon, or maybe something worse.
Yoongi’s in the library a lot too, like Joon said those days ago. When he’s not on a mission or has other things going on, he constantly sneaks off or enters the room when you’re already sitting on the sofa and read some explanations about demonic healthcare. He sticks his nose into some hefty encyclopedias, taking notes on the side. Must be something important.
On Thursday, when your second week in the Nether Regions is almost over, Hobi appears in the living room next to you, startling you with his sudden arrival. Funnily enough he never scares Lucy when he teleports and materialises in front of you. It’s like your cat anticipates them every time.
“Guess what I got?” Hobi beams, all excited while holding up two giant shopping bags.
It's not hard to figure out with the huge LV logos almost pressed to your face. “Louis?” you chuckle. “Again?”
“Well, yes! But not for me. Not only, I mean,” he explains while setting one bag down in your lap. “Look!”
You open the fancy satin strap that's holding it together and risk a peek inside. “You're not serious.”
“I’m so fucking serious.”
There’s two babypink sweaters inside. One in your size and a teeny tiny one, you think for a second that it must be for a baby. They’re made of fleece, all fluffy with a zipper on the chest and a knitted collar.
“I got myself one too,” Hobi says, pulling out a matching one from the other bag. “Quick, put it on.”
“Damn, okay,” you laugh as you pull it over your head. The material feels nice, you have to admit. Not nice enough to warrant the price that’s on the tag though. That number is insane, even though you still haven’t memorised the conversion rate from won. Too many zeros nonetheless. “You’re aware I came here without any money, right?”
“I know, that’s why I bought it for you as a gift,” he winks as he pulls his matching sweater on. “Oh my god, I love it. Now put the little one on Lucy, please!”
You do as he says, Lucy making no effort to flee or even acknowledge what’s happening as he gets dressed in a pink little Louis Vuitton sweater.
“I could cry!” Hobi yells while pulling out his phone. “Look at him! Let me take a picture. No wait, let’s do a selfie, the three of us.”
Picking up Lucy, you position yourself next to the designer brand loving demon, grinning at how happy he is.
“Okay, big smile everyone,” he instructs as he holds up his free hand to do a peace sign. He really has his selfie game down, making all sorts of pretty faces and finger hearts, then holds up his hand to yours to form a bigger heart.
“You’re cute,” you chuckle as he takes another million shots, pouting his lips, then smiling brightly, gently holding Lucy’s face up and changing the angle for the light to hit perfectly.
When he’s done and huffs out a satisfied breath, you turn to him. “I know you’re going to tell me to shut up, but this really wasn’t necessary. It’s so pricey.”
“You’re so right. Shut up please,” he grins. “Take it as a way to make up for my whining about Jin. Also it’s bank robbery money anyway. You could thank Jeongguk.”
“No way I will,” you laugh as you open your arms for a hug, then pull him close. “Thank you, Hobi. Lucy says thank you too.”
The cat lies on the couch like he’s paralyzed, not used to wearing anything but his fur. He’ll get used to it, right?
With Jimin’s enthusiastic help you finally manage to realize your threat of making Yoongi watch Twilight. It’s an important piece of pop culture even inhabitants of hell should know about after all. Since Jimin has been singing high praises about the epic vampire flick, all the others decided to join in too, so it quickly turned into a pile of demons squished together around you on the big couch in the living room, anticipating the grand masterpiece.
Tae brings a huge bowl of popcorn and puts it into your lap, making all six of them reach out their greedy hands to grab some.
You have Tae to your right while Yoongi is being pushed into your other side. Jeongguk is occupying the spot next to Tae and Jimin sits to Yoongi’s left, leaving the two of you surrounded by Maknaes (a word that Joon taught you not long ago). While Gguk is basically sitting in Joon’s lap - he said it’s due to lack of space, but no one believed him - Jimin is clinging to Hobi next to him.
The couch really isn’t small enough to warrant that level of closeness but you’re not going to question their habits, not after being down here for a while. At least it’s cozy, even with all their grabby fingers reaching over each other from out of the blankets that are draped over your laps. Yours is shared between Taehyung, Yoongi and yourself and to no one's surprise, Tae is nuzzling into your shoulder with sleepy eyes only 20 minutes into the film. Just like Lucy actually, who’s contently purring in Yoongi's lap.
Joon, never one to shut up apparently, has it out for the logistics of the story and makes constant remarks about how unrealistic everything seems.
“Why are they in high school when they’re hundreds of years old? That’s creepy and also doesn’t it make him a pedophile with Bella being 17?”
Jimin groans. “Christ, just enjoy the drama. Edward stopped aging mentally at 17 when he was turned into a vampire, so it’s all good.”
“How convenient…”
Jeongguk chimes up only when Jacob is on screen. “He’s so cool with his long hair…”
Yoongi hasn’t commented on the movie so far, trying to keep his stoic persona up, but you could make out the side of his mouth lifting every now and then from the corner of your eyes.
“You’ve always been on team Jacob,” Jimin laughs. “Remember when we watched it for the first time in a cinema back on earth and you wouldn’t stop asking ‘Where the hell have you been, loca’ for weeks?”
“Well, I definitely remember…,” Joon rolls his eyes. “Also what’s with the weird celibacy thing Edward has going on? This reeks of some church shit.”
“Hey, you just complained about her being a teenager,” Jeongguk interrupts Joon’s tangent about them not having sex. “They only fuck after getting married in like the last part.”
“I think the author’s actually Mormon," Hobi explains.
“So the Cullen siblings are going to hide under their bed and shake the mattress for them, or what?” Joon chuckles, highly amused by his own joke.
You’re laughing along with the banter, happy that everyone seems to enjoy themselves, when Taehyung awakes from his slumber and finds your hand with his, his fingers snaking between yours, before he settles again.
Feeling Yoongi’s head turn slightly, you lift your gaze to see him shoot a death glare from hell towards your other side. Now what has gotten his panties into a knot this time? It’s not like Jimin isn’t grabbing at him every few minutes.
With his hand still holding on to yours, Tae shifts down on the couch, ass pressed to Jeongguk and one leg thrown over Jeongguk’s, while his head is halfway in your lap now, nudging against the popcorn bowl.
On your left, you simultaneously have Yoongi’s thigh pushing against yours harder and you only just catch the leftover of a frown on his face before he turns it into a slight smile again.
He leans in a bit and quietly mutters, “He’s cute, huh?” Reaching out his hand, he pats Tae’s head, ruffling up his hair gently before he lays his palm on your blanket-covered thigh.
“Very,” you reply with a sigh and let yourself fall back further into the cushion, head resting on Yoongi’s shoulder now.
Yoongi’s hand remains on your leg for the remainder of the movie, fingers grazing ever so slightly once in a while.
When the credits roll, everyone moves slowly, stretching their limbs before getting up. Except for Tae and Jeongguk, who have both fallen asleep. Jeongguk is actually softly snoring against Joon’s chest, whose arm is draped over him. He looks so peaceful, you’d think he was an angel if you didn’t know better.
Yoongi removes his hand from your lap and reaches out for Tae again, lightly swatting his cheek to wake him up. Taehyung just smiles with his eyes closed, shaking his head and presses his face harder into your leg.
“Come on, big baby,” Yoongi chuckles before turning to you. “So now that I know the Cullens, I can confidently say we’re nothing like them by the way.”
You keep spending most of the following days hanging around in the library with Joon, often with Yoongi a bookcase or two over as well. His quiet mumbles are always audible in the silence of the high-ceilinged space. Until they are suddenly not. You find yourself missing the comforting sound of his muttering echoing off the old walls while you work your way through some demon literature. Somehow, you’re unable to concentrate now that Yoongi’s not present.
“Yoongi’s not here,” you state, having walked up to Joon’s desk.
“Yeah, I noticed,” Joon tells you with a small smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Instead, you can see some worry swimming in them. Uh oh. His expression makes unease creep into your chest.
Trying to convince yourself that you’re being dramatic, you figure he’s probably just busy with something.
At dinner that evening, Yoongi is quiet, as if lost in thought and excuses himself as soon as he’s done with eating. No one comments on it but you can tell everyone notices and the looks on all of their faces further confirm your worries. You go to bed with a lump in your stomach that night.
When you walk into the dining room the next morning, you barely make out someone whispering ‘It’s getting bad again’ before they all turn their heads your way when you enter. It seems that they hoped Yoongi would show up instead of you, slight disappointment on all their features when they realize he’s not.
Maybe he’ll join a bit later, like he usually does? You keep telling that to yourself at least.
It’s quiet while you eat, the only noise in the room being sipping sounds from coffee cups and the scraping of chopsticks across dishes.
“Tell me something,” your voice breaks the silence and all eyes are on you again. “Anything. Just. Take my mind off things.”
“Well,” Jimin hums. “I could tell you about our last mission if you want?”
“Please do.” Whatever blood-stained story he’s going to tell, it surely is less cruel than where your imagination is taking you right now.
“So, me, Gguk and Tae were sent to this dingy club two days ago,” he begins. “To take out some pimp. I don’t even remember his name. Ggukie?”
Jeongguk shrugs. “Abusive piece of shit, lowlife waste of air, not worth remembering his name.”
Jimin’s eyebrows rise at the string of words and he chuckles. “Well, him. Anyway, we walk in there and the whole thing looks pretty empty, except for two bodyguards that stand guard in front of waste-of-air’s office. Tae and I knock out one each and make sure their memories are wiped.”
You struggle to imagine angelic Jimin knocking anyone out with his delicate little hands. “How are you even doing that? Have you been trained in martial arts or something?”
“Oh yeah,” he nods. “Our trainee days were rough. Three years in total I think. And we’re stronger than most humans anyway, so I like to use the element of surprise. They always underestimate me until my knuckles slam into their face.” He smiles brightly at you. “Where was I? Ah, yes. Jeongguk bursts through the office door and what do you think we find in there?”
“I’m not sure I want to know.”
“The bastard’s in there with his pants down,” Jeongguk tells you. “A line of coke on the table in front of him and jacking himself off. I think it was 10 am.”
Ew. You immediately imagine a greasy, old guy, probably stinking of sweat and cheap cigarettes, jerking off in the comfort of his gross office.
“It was so nice tearing him apart,” Jeongguk says fondly, eyes trailing off.
“You made a big old mess,” Taehyung comments.
“I know. Can’t wait to get his fucking bodyguards too one day. I’m sure they’ll be on our list sooner than later.”
Jimin reaches over the table to stroke Jeongguk's hand. “They’ll get what they deserve. We’ll make sure of it.”
Jimin’s tender gesture catches you a little off guard amongst the brutal story.
“How come you came back by yourself?” you ask Jimin, remembering him returning alone that night. You couldn’t sleep and were wandering around the estate once again.
“Well, you see,” he is already giggling. “Those two usually stay behind up there for a while. To go out.”
“I thought it was unbearable for you on earth?”
“Tell that to their dicks,” Hobi huffs.
“It’s just cold,” Tae shrugs. “Nothing I can’t handle for a good fuck.”
“Yeah, it only gets unbearable after a day or so,” Jeongguk says.
“And it’s not like you’re taking that long anyway, right?”
Jeongguk’s hand balls into a fist around his chopsticks, cheeks a shade of bright red, at Taehyung’s remark. That seems to have hit a sore spot.
“I meant because you’re so quick in killing all those fuckers,” Tae eases the pain with a wink.
“Anyway,” Hobi seems to decide it’s time to change the topic before Jeongguk has the chance to get really mad. “What movie are we going to watch next?”
The table erupts into a heated discussion about various options to choose from, ranging from horror to classical pieces, but when your eyes meet Joon’s, you can tell his mind is elsewhere, just like yours.
In the afternoon, you’re in your room and hear a guitar being strung close by. Must be Yoongi next door, according to where the sound is coming from. Maybe he feels better! He never said that he can play the guitar. Really good as well from what you can make out.
The music doesn’t stop for hours, pleasantly resonating through the walls and almost lulling you to sleep. You even recognize some songs. When you exit your room, on your way to the library, you notice Yoongi’s door is slightly ajar. You can see Jeongguk through the crack, sitting on Yoongi’s bed, crosslegged, listening to him playing. Better leave them to it for now. You walk off just as the chords to Something in the Way by Nirvana start sounding. That can’t be a good sign.
A little further down the hallway, you find Joon leaning against the doorframe of his room.
“He’s still going, huh?” he asks you with a somber expression. Seems like he’s been listening in too.
“Come on,” he steps out of the door and leads you away with his hand on your shoulder when you just look at him with concern written all over your face. “Let’s get a snack.”
Joon tries his hardest to distract you for a while before leaving you with Hobi to watch some dumb reality TV show that he can’t stand, until it’s time for dinner.
Your last shred of hope that Yoongi is fine dissipates when he doesn’t show up at the table. The sound of his guitar playing has stopped a while back as well, being replaced by silence, that snakes its way into dinner too. You are all slurping on some soup Jeongguk whipped up with an uncomfortable air of worry whirring around you.
Towards the end of your meal, when Jimin and Hobi start collecting the dishes, Taehyung finally speaks into the quiet of the room. “I’ll get my pillow and lie down with the boss, he’s been alone in there all evening.”
“Actually,” Joon stops him. “Maybe we should try something else.”
Tae cocks his head in interest.
“You can stay with me tonight,” Joon starts to explain his idea and then turns to face you. “Maybe you can go and look after him tonight? If that’s okay with you?”
You are not sure Yoongi would even want you there, but you trust Joon and won’t turn him down if there’s even a slight chance it might help.
“Um, sure,” you agree even though you still feel a bit awkward about the proposal.
Jungkook shoves a bowl of soup and a spoon into your hands. “Make sure he eats.”
Joon accompanies you to Yoongi’s room after you changed into some more comfortable clothing, thanking you over and over again for agreeing to stay with him. When you go to knock on Yoongi’s door, he stops you.
“Don’t bother,” he sadly smiles at you. “He won’t respond.”
Oh. Okay then. You push down the door handle with some hesitation, not sure what’s going to await you on the other side. Joon nods his head when you look back at him, urging you to go in. This is so fucking weird. You expected Joon to follow you in, maybe warn Yoongi or something, but he retreats as soon as you step foot in Yoongi’s room, pulling the door close behind him.
Your eyes find their way to Yoongi, lying on top of his blanket on his back fully still, staring up at the ceiling. His face is even paler than usual, dark shadows under his eyes, his hands just limp on the bed by his sides. Slowly, with careful steps, you walk up to the bed.
“Hi,” you address him and your voice comes out in a whisper. Yoongi doesn’t even move his head, it’s as if he’s paralysed. His fingers shift a little on the sheet though at least when you put the soup on his bedside table and crouch down to get on his level.
You try to figure out what to do, feeling totally useless. All you can come up with is to reach for his arm and you carefully let your hand brush over his skin.
“I hope it’s okay that I’m here,” you say. “I can get one of the others if you want.”
You are about to start rambling about how Joon sent you and that you brought food and that you’ll leave if he doesn’t want you in his room. But then his hand suddenly shoots up and grabs yours. When he finally turns his head to look at you, you can feel your heart shatter at the sheer amount of sadness you can see clouding his red-rimmed eyes. He doesn’t say anything, but the way he looks at you leaves no question as to whether you’ll stay, so you squeeze his hand to reassure him that you won’t go anywhere.
Deciding that you’ll try your hardest to make him feel even a tiny bit better, you get back up and move to sit on his mattress, squeezing on to the space left next to him. You could have moved to the empty side of his bed but somehow that feels like putting too much distance between you. You shimmy up to lean against the headboard.
“Jeongguk made soup,” you tell him as you reach for the bowl. “He will murder me if you don’t eat at least a little bit of it.”
Yoongi doesn’t move at all, his stare having returned to the blank wall above him.
“Please, just a few spoonfuls,” you plead with him. “I know you don’t want to…” You are unsure if what you’re about to say is stupid and assuming, but the words leave your mouth anyway. “Please, for me?”
To your absolute surprise, Yoongi starts shifting next to you. Agonizingly slow, like he has to fight himself, he comes up into a sitting position despite the obvious war waging inside him, until his head thumps against the headboard. With wide eyes you look at him before collecting yourself and picking up some soup and basically shoving it in his face.
“Open up,” you instruct and he actually complies. A few spoons in, he lets his head fall back again, closing his eyes.
“That’s fucking humiliating,” he croaks out, quietly and as if his voice has been out of use for a while. You cannot help but scoff at him. Even at his lowest, he can’t get over his stupid pride.
“It’s not like you haven’t caught me mid-meltdown before, so shush. At least you didn’t smash a mirror or something. Whoever does shit like that is really embarrassing themselves. And all that over being horny too.”
The tiniest of smiles tugs at the corner of his mouth and then he lets you feed him a bit more before sliding down again, resuming his staring-into-the-void. At least you got some food into him. You return the leftovers to the nightstand, contemplating what to do next. For a little while, you just awkwardly sit next to Yoongi, wondering if you should just continue yapping but it’s a bit weird when there’s no response. Maybe that’s going to overwhelm him. For the sake of getting more comfortable, because currently the frame of the bed is digging into your right ass cheek, you do finally move over to Yoongi’s other side. It might be less odd if you’re lying down too? So you get into a horizontal position as well, on your side, and watch Yoongi’s chest rise and fall. His face has returned to a pained expression. Whatever’s tormenting him must go real deep, as his eyes start to gloss over.
“Can I touch you?”
You don’t get a verbal response, but his hand reaches for you and you take that as enough of an invitation to move closer until you’re flush against his side. When you’re settled, your fingers curled around his, you look up at his face again. He’s avoiding your gaze but that doesn’t hide the singular tear rolling down his cheek and dripping onto his pillow. You instinctively go to wipe the wetness off his skin and at the contact his mouth goes into a pout, as if he’s holding back more tears.
“It’s alright,” you coo, pulling his face closer to yours and trying to keep your own voice from breaking. “You can cry.”
At the first tremble of his shoulders that accompanies a silent sob, you’re basically on top of him, hugging him as hard as you can. Yoongi’s body relaxes in your hold, a few moments later he stops shaking and turns so that you’re both on your sides facing each other. His eyes are closed though, as if he’s ashamed to look at you.
Your hand moves up to his face, fingertips lightly touching his lids, making them twitch at the contact. Fingers glide across the wet skin and wipe away his tears. The scar on the right side of his face is a deeper shade of red now and you run your thumb over the sunken tissue tenderly. Yoongi sighs when you lean in and place a kiss to where the scar begins on his forehead, then lower, where it spreads across his cheek. He lets you caress him, his breathing evening out under your soft touch.
Lying there with him in silence, you can’t help but look around his room and inspect everything that’s in here. The furniture is sleeker than that in the living room. Less grand and lighter in color. There’s a large wardrobe in the corner, a desk standing by the other and a TV on a simple dresser, similar to your room. Bigger and smaller plants are placed here and there and there are pictures on the walls - some abstract art pieces, as well as photos of him and the guys.
You smell something familiar, now that you’re not fully concentrating on Yoongi. Huh? Turning your head, you see the small flame flickering on his desk. Fresh cotton burns steadily, spreading its comforting scent all over the room. You’d recognize the container holding the candle anywhere. It reminds you of home and makes you even more emotional than you already were, so you lean in and wrap your arms tighter around Yoongi, squeezing him into another hug.
Just then, the door creaks open a little and your eyes connect with Joon’s who’s quietly checking in and nodding at you with a small, appreciative smile. Hobi’s head also peeks in for a second, before both of them retreat and leave you to it, closing the door behind them without making a noise so as to not disturb the apparent peace. Lucy must have slipped through the crack in the door when the two put their heads in. He chirps before jumping up the bed, then purrs loudly as he rubs his head against Yoongi’s shoulder.
When you pull back from the embrace Yoongi opens his eyes. He looks at you for a beat, not smiling, but maybe like a tiny bit of weight has been lifted off his chest.
“Heard you playing guitar earlier,” you quietly say.
He nods.
“You're good. I didn't know.”
“Yeah.” He clears his throat. “Been playing ever since I was little I think.”
“You think?”
“I don't… really remember. I don't know who taught me but I know I loved it.”
“How come you don't remember?” you ask then but he just shrugs. He’s tired, you can tell and he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck so you decide not to pry further, stroking his back until you both fall asleep.
The room is dark when your eyes slowly blink open and you have no idea what time it is. The blinds are pulled shut, but it’s not like there would be any daylight coming in anyway. Fresh cotton has burned out too at this point, only leaving behind a faint smell of clean laundry. The other scent that’s coming up as you take a deep breath is one you’ve come to thoroughly enjoy. Dark strands of hair are tickling your nose as you’re nuzzling your face into Yoongi’s neck, who’s still asleep, his back pressed to your chest. His hair has fallen into his eyes, so you lift your hand from his waist to brush some curls behind his ear with gentle fingers. You feel some residual wetness on his cheek, making your heart hurt for him.
Yoongi stirs against your touch and your first subconscious reaction is to pull your hand away. Maybe he doesn’t want to be coddled all that much. Maybe he needs a bit of space. It’s not like you’re a couple or anything after all. When you turn to let yourself fall to the side and on your back though, his hand reaches out and finds yours in the darkness. He pulls you closer. Wordlessly. Then he sighs. Seems like he’s used to non-stop cuddling, obviously, with how the guys are behaving with each other. Maybe he hasn’t even realized it’s you, still half asleep and all. When you stretch your arm around his chest further, you feel Lucy’s fur, all soft and warm. He’s purring steadily, still half asleep and cuddled against Yoongi’s front.
Reaching underneath your pillow with your unoccupied hand, you pull out your phone to check the time. Huh, seems like you slept through the whole night for once. It’s already close to 9 am. As you lock your screen again, the door slowly swings open and Jeongguk’s face pops into the room.
The sudden brightness coming from the hallway illuminates Yoongi and you like a fucking stage light, blinding you momentarily. Great, of course it’s him finding you spooning their beloved boss, hair messy and face bare, probably scrunched up with pillow marks. He doesn’t acknowledge it though. Not yet at least. He’s going to have a field day with this later, you are sure.
Jeongguk carries a tray full of bowls and cups as he’s stepping inside the room, making his way to Yoongi’s bedside table. Him serving you breakfast in bed was not something you anticipated. There’s even a smile on his face as he takes in Yoongi, who’s probably still sleeping in your arms and cradling Lucy in his. Who knew Gguk could be so cute when he’s not acting like the actual spawn of Satan?
You automatically smile back at him, all drowsy and dazed. His smile falters the second he looks back at you, immediately rolling his eyes with a scoff. God, what a bitch. His unrelenting attitude makes you chuckle anyway. He picks up the almost empty bowl of soup from yesterday, eyes widening, then turns on his heel and it looks like he’s about to slam the door shut behind him, but he recovers some sense at the last second and closes it without making a sound.
A couple more minutes pass as you lay there with Yoongi, before you reach over and turn on the bedside lamp. He groans as if taking offense.
“It's past 9,” you quietly tell him. “And I’m not having breakfast in the dark.”
“‘m not hungry,” Yoongi mumbles, turning to face away from the food Jeongguk placed next to him while Lucy stretches languidly next to him.
“That’s okay. Just share with me then. Few bites.”
At first you think he’s ignoring you, but then he reluctantly sits up, rubbing the heels of his palms against his eyes.
You grab a bowl of steaming rice that has some vegetables and meat on top and take the first spoonful. “It’s good,” you comment between bites. The next time you pick up rice, you lift the spoon to Yoongi’s face with your other hand trying to catch any spills. You look at him with raised eyebrows and he finally leans closer with his mouth open.
“So god damn stubborn,” he chews, shaking his head a little.
“Yeah you are,” you nudge him with your knee before taking another bite yourself.
You manage to force-feed about half the bowl to Yoongi in silence. Good enough for now probably, since it doesn’t look like he’s enjoying the food at all. Lucy begs for a piece of meat, shoving his face into the bowl that’s in your hands and Yoongi hums, then picks up a hearty chunk and feeds it to him.
“I need a shower,” you announce while getting up and setting the bowl aside. “I’ll go to my room real quick and come back, if you want me to?”
The absolute haunting pout Yoongi throws at you in response almost knocks you off your feet.
“Don’t leave m-” He stops mid-sentence, disguising his Freudian slip with a cough. “Don’t leave.”
“But I’m smelly and I need to brush my teeth,” you argue. “And you should too. No offense. I can get one of the others to stay with you while I’m gone. Lucy will stay too.”
Yoongi doesn’t answer but pulls you close again by your hand, obviously unwilling to let you go.
“Fine, how about I use your shower? Won’t even close the door.”
He sighs, but finally loosens his grip on your hand.
You walk into his en-suite, checking out the stuff in his cabinets. There’s Yoongi’s toothbrush, leaning inside a cup and you find a stack of new ones in a drawer below the sink. Ripping one open, you put toothpaste on it and do the same to Yoongi’s, then walk over to him, shoving the brush and the empty cup in his hands, in case he still can't muster the strength to get up and rinse.
He looks at you with slight disdain and you just shrug in return.
“Wha?” you ask, mouth occupied with the toothbrush, before you pull it out. “Come on, I’ll give you a kiss. But only after you brushed.”
Maybe a little flirting will make him feel better. He rolls his eyes but begins to brush his teeth, leaning against the headboard of his bed and you return to the bathroom giggling. Men are so easy to manipulate.
After rinsing, you quickly shed off your clothes and take hell’s quickest shower ever, maybe even trying to scrub off the sadness with how hot you’ve turned the water on. Only when you step out and grab a towel do you realize that you obviously don't have any clean clothes in Yoongi’s room. So you dry yourself off and wrap the towel around your body, then walk over to Yoongi.
“I’m just gonna get a fresh set of clothing. I’ll be right back.”
“Ugh,” he groans dramatically, the cup and toothbrush sitting on his bedside table now. “You don't need clothes.”
Oh, so he might feel a bit better today than he did yesterday already. Good to know. “Yoongi, my room is literally next door, it’s not even gonna be a minute.”
“Fine…”
As promised, you hurry over to your room and put on whatever loungewear you can find, making sure to return as quickly as possible. When you enter Yoongi’s room again, he’s lying on his side, back towards the door, so you pick up his toothbrush and bring it to the bathroom, where you also hang up your towel to dry.
Once back by the bed, you touch Yoongi’s back as you sit at the edge of the mattress. His shirt feels slightly damp.
“Hey,” you speak softly, but he doesn’t react. From his posture alone you can tell he’s pretty out of it again, all slumped and unresponsive.
“You need to get out of this sweaty t-shirt,” you tell him as you force him to roll on his back by his shoulder.
He drapes his arm over his eyes and doesn’t make any effort to move. Leaving him to it for a moment, you get up and pull open the closet doors, digging through the contents for a shirt. With the clean garment in hand you turn around and find Yoongi already sitting on the side of the mattress, looking like a sad bag of bones.
“Arms up,” you instruct and pull his shirt over his head when he complies. Your eyes fall to the scar on his shoulder and you place your hand over it for a second before helping him into the fresh clothing.
You climb back into bed to Yoongi’s left and stretch out on your back with your eyes closed. The mattress dips down and Yoongi’s pressed into your side again. He breathes out a sigh when you run your fingers through his tousled hair.
“Promised me something,” he mumbles against your shoulder.
“I did?”
“Mmh,” he nods, but only barely. “Kiss.”
“Oh,” you say, placing both of your hands on his face and planting a peck on one cheek. “You’re right.” You smooch his other cheek too before you let your fingers wander from his face to his neck and you finally lock your lips with his for a soft, quick kiss.
Your lips have only just parted from Yoongi’s when the door opens and a yawning Taehyung trudges in, still in his pajamas. You move your hands away from Yoongi to prop yourself up on your elbows to see what Tae’s doing. Probably just checking in, you assume. But as soon as he reaches the bed, he throws himself halfway on top of Yoongi, sprawling out his arm and leg over him and pulls you closer as well, wedging Yoongi in between the both of you. Lucy watches the scene from the corner of the mattress with little interest, paying no mind to some demons cuddling while he strives for his eleventh hour of beauty sleep.
“You feeling better?” Tae sleepily mutters into Yoongi’s hair. “Missed you. Both of you,” he hums and squeezes your arm. Smiling, you look at Yoongi, who’s still facing you, the corners of his mouth also tugging upwards a little at Tae’s intrusion.
“Do you need anything?” you ask Taehyung, who seems to have gotten comfortable nestled against Yoongi’s back.
“Nap,” he mumbles. “And cuddle.”
How could anyone deny him his wishes? You shake your head in disbelief at how different he is from when you first met him and then decide to go along with his plan and let yourself be cuddled to sleep with Taehyung’s foot rubbing your leg and his fingers gripping your arm, hoping Yoongi won’t be smothered to death.
A while later, you’ve embarrassingly been dreaming about being squished between Yoongi and Tae, you get woken up by someone entering the room before the thought takes root. Blinking your eyes open, you recognize Joon. He sighs.
“Tae, I told you to get the dishes,” Namjoon complains. “Like half an hour ago…”
He’s patting Tae’s cheek to wake him up but he just whines in response.
“But I’m so tired,” he pouts, not willing to move a single limb.
“Ugh, okay,” Joon turns his back towards the bed and looks over his shoulder. “Hop on, we can nap on the couch.”
Reluctantly, Taehyung peels himself off Yoongi and climbs on Joon’s back, letting himself be carried away. On his way out, Joon grabs the leftover dishes himself and barely audibly whispers to the head buried in his shoulder. “Come on, Yoongi’s in good hands, leave them to it.”
“Tae is so cute,” you giggle, making Yoongi raise a tired eyebrow.
“Don’t get the wrong idea about him.”
Okay, whatever that means?
“I’m sure you’ll find out at some point.”
“Are you okay?” you ask him, running your fingers through his hair, not getting into the topic of Tae’s supposed split personality.
“Mmh,” he nods his head a little. “Better than yesterday.” He pauses and then finally looks up into your eyes. “Your lasagna might help, actually.”
Oh! Your eyes light up at Yoongi willingly considering food so you immediately scramble to get your phone and text Hobi to let him know you’re making lasagna for dinner and to please get the ingredients ready.
You get to work in the afternoon, preparing the healing lasagna once again, this time without an assistant, although Jeongguk can’t seem to help but peek inside the kitchen every now and again, judging your skills from afar. You promised yourself to not allow him another piece of your lasagna because he trash-talked it last time, but if he shuts his mouth for a little while you might change your mind on that.
“Need me to grate some cheese?” he asks while you’re busy stacking.
Now who is this and what did he do to Jeongguk?
“Um, sure,” you say, trying not to come off as astounded as you are. Got to make the most of it when he’s not acting like a total dickhead for once. “Thank you.”
So he does and unfortunately you have to admit that he even grates cheese perfectly. In whatever way that might be possible. It’s just the ideal amount. You would have done a bit more but that would have made it too greasy.
He flicks a singular piece of shredded cheese at you. Apparently he reached his threshold for niceties for the day.
Once the lasagna has finished baking, you serve it to the group gathered at the table, Jimin helping you carry plates while you handle the sizzling hot dish.
“Thanks, noona,” Jeongguk mocks, but despite his complaints last time he digs in with vigor.
You just roll your eyes, not even granting him a response, and pick up the two portions of lasagna you put aside.
“Dig in,” you nod to the others as you walk out, making your way back to Yoongi.
“Ready for the chef’s special?” you announce yourself as you enter his room.
To your delight, Yoongi is already sitting up against his headboard. The TV is on, some basketball match running its course quietly in the background. Maybe you won’t even need to feed him this time, so you hand him his bowl and utensils before sitting next to him with your own food.
“Thank you,” he tells you and lets the fingers of his free hand brush against your thigh for a moment before actually starting to eat.
You’re almost too distracted by watching him take bites from the corner of your eye to have the lasagna yourself. He’s not chomping down on it, but judging by the appreciative hums, he is enjoying himself.
You eat side by side in silence, the only voices sounding on low volume being the basketball commentators judging the players. It’s more comfortable this time, not the heartbreaking, paralyzed stillness from before and you’re relieved to have Yoongi gaining some semblance of himself again.
Once your stomachs are filled, you lie back down and a while later you fall asleep with your chest pressed to Yoongi’s back and your arm around his waist again.
When you wake up in the morning, reaching your hand out to find Yoongi without success, you realize that you’re alone in his bed. Even Lucy is gone. That’s good, right? Yoongi must have gotten up then.
Still, you’re somehow already missing his warmth against your body. You stretch out your arms and legs, rolling on your stomach, and groan into the pillow. The time on your phone tells you that you should probably head down to the dining room, so you leave for your own room to freshen up before going downstairs and joining the others for breakfast.
You can make out the usual chatter from the hallway already, happy that things seem to have returned to normal now.
“Good morning,” Joon smiles at you as you sit down across from him, the worry that had clouded his eyes the past days now gone.
The others greet you as well, handing you various items of breakfast foods while engaging you in conversation.
One person isn’t really taking part in the chat though, his eyes anywhere but on you. When your hands reach for the soy sauce at the same time, he pulls his back immediately, as if you weren’t basically melted together for the past 48 fucking hours.
What the hell. You can’t lie, his behaviour throughout the breakfast kind of hurts after he practically begged you to stay by his side.
Yoongi also seems to have some sort of gripe with Joon, as he’s reacting slightly snappy anytime he replies to him. Joon just keeps rolling his eyes though, obviously unimpressed by his weird attitude.
When Joon is putting the plates into the dishwasher after the meal, you join him in the kitchen. You lean against the counter next to him, not really knowing what you even want to ask. It seems like you don’t need to, because Joon turns to you, wiping his hands on a dish towel and starts talking unprompted.
“Don’t let Yoongi make you feel bad,” he tells you. “I figure he must be embarrassed as fuck if he’s acting like this. He’s pissed at me too I think, but he’ll get over it.”
“Why would he be mad at you of all people?”
“Well, it’s kinda my fault that you got to see him like this,” he explains. “But to be fair, he’s rarely ever been back on his feet this fast. Just give him a day or so to get a grip.”
Joon spends the afternoon teaching you how to play chess to distract you from seething, because at this point, you are actually mad about the way Yoongi is treating you.
He pulled the dusty board out of some cabinet, blowing on it to get rid of the grey layer.
“The others never want to play,” he says.
And you get a good idea on why they don’t soon, as Joon is basically murdering you on that chess board. He’s not going easy on you, outsmarting your every move. Which probably isn’t too hard, since you barely remember the rules anyway. Honestly, it’s boring as fuck, but you’d never tell him. Joon’s so happy to have found a victim, you can’t burst his bubble now.
The game might actually be making the time pass by even slower. Thankfully, Hobi pops into the living room to save you from your misery as Joon is once again clearing the board of all your figurines.
“Oh Joon,” Hobi sighs, sitting down on the floor next to you. “Why are you torturing her?”
“No, it’s fine,” you wave him off. “It’s fun.”
Your words don’t come out too convincing, maybe due to the grimace that accompanies them. Either way, Joon decides it’s time to release you from your shackles of black and white checkers.
“Sorry, I got carried away. I’ll let you pick a game next time, promise.”
You’re praying they stock more than just hourlong strategy games. Maybe you’ll just suggest spin the bottle. Truth or Dare even. What about 7 minutes in heaven … or hell? Damn, the horn from hell might be creeping up on you again.
After being freed from the torment, you make your way back to your room. To cool off, or maybe work yourself up even more, as you find out some hours later. It’s like you haven’t learned anything since you arrived here. Being alone in your room for too long has already made you lose your mind before. And you feel the simmering rage and arousal mix inside your veins, bubbling up to a dangerous cocktail that makes your heartbeat pang against your temple.
So Yoongi feels better (thanks to you) and immediately decides he wants nothing to do with you anymore? What an asshole. It makes you want to choke him again. Maybe ask him to choke you as well, who knows. A good session of giving him a piece of your mind, maybe slapping him even, and then getting fucked senseless would surely fix all of this. You even make an effort to switch out your cotton panties for a lace thong since he likes them so much. Even if he doesn't deserve it.
Determined and pissed as hell you throw open your door, take a step outside and immediately bump into a body. Oh for fuck’s sake. Of course it’s Jeongguk. You’re thrown back by the impact as he whirls around, apparently just coming out of Yoongi’s room and he reaches out to steady you, as if on instinct. As his hands hold you by the shoulders, there’s a moment of silence. Just a beat.
You blink at him, all dolled up, his hair done with some wide straight legged jeans on and a black mesh shirt, showing off his chest and pecks. He’s wearing an oversized blazer on top, making the outfit a tiny bit more classy, as well as a cluster of silver chains around his neck. Where the hell is he going in a fit like that? Vogue? He smells nice too unfortunately, surrounded by a musky cloud of perfume that beckons you in.
His hands are still on your shoulders when your eyes meet and you’re both pulled out of your paralysis, so he withdraws as quickly as you take a step back.
“Sorry,” you mutter, shaking your head and trying to remember what you came out of your room for. “What are you up to, looking like that?”
“Not really any of your business,” he snaps back but chuckles when you roll your eyes at him. “I’m going out. Clubbing.”
“Alone?”
He frowns now, squinting at you in annoyance. “Yes.” He shakes his head for emphasis. “I’m gonna find someone to fuck, since apparently I’m not getting invited around here anymore.”
Oh. Whatever that means. It’s not quite imaginable anyone would turn him down, especially when he looks so delicious. Damn, the horn from hell even makes you lust after the resident brat now. But he looks really hot, ugh.
“Who’s excluding you?” you ask.
“No one,” he shrugs and cracks his neck as he rolls his head from left to right. “Not intentional at least. Also, still none of your business.”
“Ugh, fine. Have fun then, good luck,” you push past him without even giving him a second glance. “Is Yoongi in his room?”
“Oh, he sure is,” Jeongguk chortles a laugh before he’s off, teleporting himself to some club where he’ll surely get lucky. You’ll never get used to them just whooshing away.
That weird encounter took some edge off your anger, but you’re still going to chew Yoongi out for treating you like shit, there’s no way around it as your blood still simmers from either rage or horniness. Or both.
You burst into Yoongi’s room without warning, the door ricocheting off the wall by how hard you threw it open. You’re stopped cold in your tracks though when two pairs of eyes snap to look at you from the bed. Oh shit!
It takes your brain a second to grasp the unexpected action you just walked in on. Yoongi’s on his back, hands gripping Jimin’s thighs, who’s currently bouncing on his cock, back arched, bracing himself on Yoongi’s legs. Jimin doesn’t stop rolling his hips when he turns to look at you, smiling, his hair all disheveled, looking like a fucking angel. Yoongi has the audacity to grin at you as well between grunts and you’re suddenly not sure if you want to strangle him or join them.
Yet again, you’ve barged in on people fucking, while being haunted by your own endlevel boss horniness. This has to be some kind of cruel joke. And seeing it after taking care of Yoongi for two days? It stings, even if you wouldn’t admit that.
“Look who it is, Yoongi,” Jimin pants, excitement bleeding into his blissed-out voice. “Oh, hah, can she join us?”
You don’t get to hear the answer as you pull back the door behind yourself and let it slam shut as you step back into the corridor. No you will not join them and do Yoongi another favor that he will not appreciate. But the horn from hell is back and it’s here in full force, the anger propelling it to another level. You have to fuck someone. Anyone. And it’s got to happen now!
Stomping down the hallway you rip open the next door you can find, looking for a willing victim to satiate your hellish hunger. It happens to be Hobi’s room, where he’s lounging on the bed talking to Joon. Perfect. One of them surely can help you out. Maybe you’ll even get a two-in-one deal.
Their eyes snap to you when the door flies open, looking at you slightly confused as you stand there, with a heaving chest. All sense of embarrassment has left you in this current state. Before they can even say anything, you announce your needs into the room with what borders on a banshee scream.
“I need someone to help me out and fuck me. Now. Please!”
Joon’s mouth falls open and then closes again, obviously at a loss for words. Hobi looks a little worried and unfolds his legs before he walks up to you.
“Girl, you came to the wrong room I fear,” he pats the top of your hand. “Don’t know if you noticed but I’m gay. And I’d do it for you but I just know it’s not gonna work…”
He looks at you all apologetic, making you feel fucking stupid.
“I could like, finger you if you want?” Hobi offers, sensing your desperation, but that isn’t gonna cut it for you at all.
Your eyes fall to Joon like a hunter zooming in on its prey, as he’s still in a deep state of shock, wheels practically turning inside his head.
“I um,” Joon stutters, then yanks up his hand and points to the golden band around his ring finger. “I’m married!”
Huh?! You saw him fuck Hobi in the library, what does he mean he’s married? He should’ve just said that he’s gay too if he doesn’t want you…
“Ugh, fine,” you rush out of there, banging the door closed and immediately spot your next victim.
Tae is walking towards his room, meeting your eyes and he smiles when he spots you. But only for a second, until he notices the way you’re charging at him. “What’s wrong?”
You halt right in front of him, your chest bumping against his from miscalculating the distance and your breath already hitches. “Need your help. Will you please fuck me?”
“Oh.” His eyebrows shoot up at your request, but the shocked expression soon turns into a sly smile. “Hell yeah.”
Tae immediately pulls you against his chest again and grabs the back of your neck to engage you in an aggressive kiss. There’s no slow start or gentle hands, and it’s exactly what you need. Didn’t expect Taehyung to be the perfect candidate for it but you’re not about to question it. Instead, you fumble for the door handle behind him, pushing it down and shoving him inside.
With the door closed behind your back, Taehyung momentarily breaks the kiss.
“What’s gotten into you?” he chuckles, his hand planted against the wood next to your head.
“Me? What’s gotten into you?” you throw the question back, thinking about how he came looking for snuggles just a day ago.
He presses his hips against yours, his ever-ready erection dragging harshly against your groin and grabs your chin, holding your face up with a tight grip. “I’m always like this when it comes to sex. Hope you like it rough.” His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass hard, as if to give more weight to his words.
“I mean, yeah, I guess?” you reply with wide eyes. “How rough are we talking? Will you beat me up? Do I have to beat you up?”
Tae laughs, the grip on your chin and ass cheek still unwavering. “As rough as you’ll allow.”
This suddenly feels dangerous, but you’re also very intrigued by Tae’s ambiguity. He wouldn’t actually harm you, right?
“I’ll try to go easy on you,” he mumbles as he licks up your jaw. “Just tell me if I go too far and I’ll stop.”
Throwing all worries aside, you grind your hips into him and lift your leg to pull him in even further. His cock twitches at your initiative as he pushes his tongue into your mouth with fervor. With one hand, he grips the waistband of your pants and you drop your leg so he can rip them down. He reaches between your legs and rubs his palm against your lace-covered pussy just once, making you sigh. The relieving touch is only short-lived as he retrieves his hand to pull your top over your head and throws it aside.
Tae moves away from you and on instinct, your body follows his, but he pushes you back against the door.
“Off,” he points at your bra. “And stay where you are.”
Shaking from anticipation you undo the clasp on your back and let the fabric drop to the floor. You reach for your panties as well, pushing your thumbs underneath the tiny waistband on each side but Tae clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “This stays on.”
“Oh,” you breathe. “Okay.”
He smirks now, narrowing his eyes at you from the few feet of distance between you. “So obedient. Stay there.”
He walks over to his bed and fetches a pillow, then brings it back with him to where you stand, still by the door. He drops the cushion in front of your feet, his gaze wandering up your body and reaches out his hand to squeeze your breast, then looks you in the eyes. “Now kneel.”
It’s as if his commanding demeanor shuts off your brain and you just drop to the ground, happy to oblige. With your hands on your thighs, you wait for his next order, looking up at him like a dumb bitch.
“Go ahead,” he nods his head at you. “My dick isn’t gonna get itself out.”
Hurried and fucking feral for his cock already, you grip his pants and boxers and yank them down to his ankles in one go, making his heavy erection bounce out and almost hit you in the face. The thing is massive and you gulp.
Before you can reach out for him, Tae wraps his own hand around it, angling his face downwards. He purses his lips and lets a thick dollop of spit fall onto his cock, spreading it along his shaft as he strokes himself.
You watch him closely, like you’ve been hypnotized but are pulled back into the moment when his other hand closes around your chin again. “Tongue out.”
The command makes you swallow down the saliva that’s been collecting in your mouth in anticipation, immediately followed by obeying his order, opening your mouth and laying your tongue out flat for him.
“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” he purrs before he taps the tip of his cock against your tongue a few times. The contact makes you whimper and you have to hold back on your instincts of taking him into your mouth immediately. You’re not going to mess this up when he just praised you for being good, so you hold still as he uses your tongue. Drool starts dripping from its tip before Tae cradles your cheek and finally pushes himself into your mouth.
“You ready to choke?” he asks, only just breaching your lips with his cock. You nod eagerly.
“Slap my leg if I’m too rough,” is the last thing you hear before he rams his dick into you as far as it can go before hitting your throat. You immediately gag around him and he groans with his hands holding the back of your head, watching you struggle to take him. He pulls back slowly and you use the moment to take a deep breath through your nose. He keeps going, shoving his length in hard and your eyes are watering as you try to get used to the intrusion, gagging and choking. Sensing that you might need a break, the next time he rolls his hips, he lets his tip hit the inside of your cheek instead, making it bulge out obscenely. With a flat hand, he slaps the convex side of your face, just hard enough to startle you. When you moan around his cock in reaction to the smack, he raises one eyebrow at you.
“You like that, huh?” he scoffs and caresses your cheek with his thumb before slapping you harder, leaving your skin tingling and your pussy throbbing.
You don’t have time to recover from the blow before he snaps his hips and causes you to gag again. Tae moans every time your throat contracts around him as you fight your body to take him down. Tears are streaking your face as he pants above you, showing no mercy. When he fully pulls out of you, you cough and almost topple over. You hold onto his thighs for balance and look up at him while he takes off his shirt and steps out of his pants with a grin that makes your blood run cold.
Before you can admire his abs, you are yanked up from your kneeling position, and Tae drags you towards his bed where he pushes you onto the mattress. There’s no time to settle as he immediately crowds into you, leaning over your body and it’s clear that the hunter and prey roles got totally reversed compared to some minutes ago.
“You did so well,” he whispers into your ear while his hand runs down your side, until his fingers land on the waistband of your thong. He lets the elastic snap against your skin a few times while he leans in to kiss you. His teeth tug on your bottom lip, tongue swirling against yours with breathtaking dominance and his other hand is tangled in your hair to hold you in place.
He starts kissing down your jaw and neck slowly, marking the skin above your tits with his teeth, sucking the skin harshly anytime his mouth is on you as he descends. His tongue darts out along your stomach and he licks a long stripe down its center, making you giggle. His eyes snap up to yours at the sound and you suddenly hold your breath, anxious that you pissed him off.
He grins back at you though, easing your worries before closing his mouth around the elastic of your thong. He pulls it off with his teeth, revealing your body fully to him and kneels on the mattress now, giving you a moment to look at him, while he does the same to you.
Tae is slender in general but definitely built from working out. There’s honey skin over taught muscle, veins protruding along his arms and flat abs that actually throw little shadows when the light hits them from the right angle. Nice. He pulls you out of your trance when he cocks his head to the side.
“Hands and knees, princess,” he says with his brows raised in expectation.
Without hesitation, you get on all fours, facing towards the end of the bed, eager to find out what he’s going to do to you next. He’s unpredictable to you which only heightens all your senses - except your thinking skill, maybe. That one’s been down the drain since you barged in on Jimin and Yoongi.
There’s a conveniently placed mirror on the opposing wall and your eyes meet in the reflection. Tae is positioned directly behind you, smirking like a maniac when he brings his hand to his lips. He spits onto the tips of his fingers, dragging the saliva from his mouth with a quick and smooth motion before smacking the slicked up digits against your pussy. Your head falls forward at the feeling and a moan breaks from your lips when he pushes two fingers into you without warning. The stretch burns in the most satisfying way as he pumps them into you deep and fast.
“Such a tight little pussy,” he growls. “Gotta get you ready for my cock or I'll split you in half.”
The force with which he’s fucking his fingers into you makes you jostle back and forth and pushes the air out of you in sounds of pleasure. It’s bordering on being painful, but you still crave more. His other hand lands on your ass, making you yelp from the surprising sting.
“You do like it rough, huh?” he chuckles. “So fucking wet for me.”
Another blow strikes your cheek before he adds a third finger, and your skin burns so pleasantly - oh, that handprint will absolutely be visible tomorrow.
“God, fuck,” you moan, shaking your head while he keeps on fingering you from behind.
“Don’t thank god,” he spits as he rolls his wrist. “He’s not the one making you scream. It’s me.”
Well, he’s right. You call out his name and it borders on a cry when you do because he starts curling his fingers at the same time. Your wailing doesn’t stop now that he brings his other hand around to your front and presses his fingers directly onto your clit, where he draws rough circles.
“You’re gonna come for me before I fuck you,” he says it like a promise, or, more likely, a threat.
It’s not an issue for you either way, as you’re already close to falling apart. “Yeah, please don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dare,” he chuckles at your plea while repeatedly snapping his middle finger against your clit, spreading you with his index and ring finger. His hand at the back is still plowing in and out of you mercilessly and all the sensations make your legs shake.
Your belly tightens, muscles flexing in anticipation when you feel the high approaching and you move to grip the sheets beneath you. “Tae, I’m coming,” you press out, repeating the phrase over and over again until the coil snaps and your arms give out. The orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave and you breathe deeply into the fabric of the mattress, muffling your cries, with your face planted against it.
You’re suddenly pulled up by the roots of your hair and he leans over you, still pumping his fingers as he brings your face close to his. “Nuh uh. I wanna hear you.”
Your brows knit when another moan flies from your lips at the curling of his digits and you just hear him huffing out a smug breath.
“Too much,” you whine when it begins to ache from sheer overstimulation and he finally slows down and eases out of you.
He’s not done with you though, as is evident by the way he pulls you into his lap after sitting down with outstretched legs, back turned to the edge of the mattress. You don’t even have time to settle before he’s latching onto your neck, his teeth scraping over your skin. He’s sucking on your throat like a fucking vampire having his first meal in days. Your lids fall shut while you’re still catching your breath with your legs curled around his hips and the second his fingers pinch your nipples, your eyes roll back into your head. He tugs on them, taking his time, and when he lets go, your tits jiggle back into place before his lips find their way to your chest as well, placing wet kisses all around your upper body.
“Taste so good,” he hums between bites and drags of his lips. You lay your arms upon his shoulders and feel his dick twitch against your pussy, from where it’s tucked in between your bodies, smearing drops of precum under your belly button anytime its pressed into your skin.
When you finally open your eyes again, you’re stopped by the view of his broad back in the mirror. Oh. You can see how his muscles flex with every subtle move he makes, his spine bending gently, showing off its ridges beneath his skin.
He chuckles when he looks at you after detaching from your chest. “Are you watching yourself?”
“What?” your eyes snap to his, suddenly embarrassed about him catching you staring. “No, I… I was looking at your back.”
Tae hums, then lifts his shoulders and moves them backwards while his hands find their way to his hips. You laugh, absentmindedly though, since you’re distracted by the view of him flexing his back muscles for you.
You trace the lines of his lats unable to tear your eyes away and sigh, “You’re so buff.”
Jesus, what’s happening to you and when did cuddly baby demon Tae turn you into a totally awestruck bimbo?
He seems to like it though, still chuckling at you gushing over him before his hands grip both sides of your waist. Apparently he has to show off that his muscles are not only for show, as he lifts you off him with ease while sliding further up the bed and under you into a reclined position and he looks up at you while easing you down into his lap again.
“Look at yourself,” he says, cocking his head towards the mirror. “Want you to watch yourself while you ride me.”
Somewhat reluctantly you lift your gaze up to the mirror - you’ve never seen yourself getting fucked before and honestly, you’d much rather enjoy Tae’s visuals, but you’re trying to be a good girl here after all. You see your mouth fall open as he directs his cock between your wet folds, then presses himself into you only an inch and you struggle to keep your eyes open. When your lids threaten to shut, his hand rushes up to your face where he squishes your cheeks between his fingers.
“Thought I told you to look at yourself,” he scolds and lightly slaps his fingers against your skin before retrieving his hand.
“Sorry,” you whine, eyes now fixated on the mirror.
“See that?” he asks then, angling his hips. “You can't miss the best part. When I push my cock into your tight little pussy.”
You obediently watch your face contort as you’re being impaled. Maybe Tae was right earlier and he will actually split you in half. Certainly feels that way as he’s shoving himself inside of you and your fingers dig into your thighs to soldier through the burn. “Fuck, Tae,” you whimper, not daring to close your eyes.
“Aw, poor thing,” he coos, smirking up at you and stilling his hips. “Is my cock too big for you?”
His condescending words only spur you on and with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth you sink down on his shaft further until you're in his lap again, pulling a surprised but proud groan from him.
“Fuck, that's our good girl,” he manages before grabbing at your tits.
The sound of the word our threatens to make your head spin even more than his dick dragging along your pulsating walls. Did he say that on purpose? Deciding not to dwell on it, because at this moment in time you do like the idea of it, you roll your hips once, feeling him so deep inside of you that you are worried for the last bit of your sanity.
Any time your eyes start to wander from the mirror as you ride him, Tae corrects you with a firm hand. You’re dying to look at him as he struggles to keep himself from fucking up into you and fails. His left hand is placed on your hip, while his right kneads your breast and toys with your nipple.
Fine, so you're going to watch if he insists. Your hair is already disheveled, tits bouncing anytime your bodies meet and with every swivel of your hip, you see Tae’s hard length moving in and out of you, glistening with your slick. Your mouth has fallen open a while ago, faint moans and whimpers sounding from your lips every time he bottoms out so harshly.
The fact that you’re about to go cross-eyed from the intensity has one upside - you get a glance of Tae’s abs in the mirror, flexing as he pistons into you.
“Please,” you sob out. “Please let me look at you.”
His hands close around both sides of your throat and with another groan he angles your head down with the tips of his fingers. “Fine.”
The second you look down at him, taking in his strained abs that are now on full display for you, he tightens his hold, choking you, only gently at first. “Ride me properly then.”
At his command, you start throwing your hips in circles with vigor, slamming into his lap, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix hard each time you do.
Your screams get cut off by his fingers pressing down harder around your throat and he meets your eyes before asking, “Okay?”
You nod to which his gaze darkens, lips pulled into another vile smirk while you do your best to keep on grinding your hips. “So pretty for us,” he mumbles in between and it seems like he’s lost in thought, complimenting you under his breath, his expression going soft for a split second.
Desperate to find anything to hold on to, to anchor yourself, your hand lands on Tae’s face. You feel the wetness from his lips under your fingertips but you’re no longer in full possession of your senses so your palm just splays over the lower part of his face, muffling his moans.
Tae sucks your index and middle finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue between and then around the digits. You can feel the vibration of his groans on your spit-slick skin and can't help from pressing them down onto his tongue.
It seems like he’s had enough of you smothering him with your hand as he grips your wrist and pulls it away from his face.
“Off,” he orders with one last slap to your tits. “Hands and knees.”
You gasp as you lift off his cock and it drags along your walls one last time on its way out. You scramble off Tae’s lap on your knees, legs all shaky, so you let yourself fall back onto the mattress. When you’re not fast enough to turn from your back to your front, Tae grips your thigh and twists your body, dragging you across the bed, then immediately pulls you up by your hips.
You’re jostled forward when a flat palm lands sharply on your ass. Before you can even process the sting of the slap, the tip of Tae’s cock already presses into you again from behind. “Gonna fuck your brains out,” he mutters. “You ready?”
“Uh huh,” is all you can muster because, of course you are. Not sure if there's even much brain left to be quite honest.
He pushes in harshly, almost in one go, dragging another cry from you. His balls slap against you with each thrust, your ass cheeks rebounding as they ricochet off his hips from the force.
When your arms threaten to give in from being jostled around so hard and you start to drop down, you are suddenly yanked back up by fingers tangled in your hair. The pull on your scalp makes you yelp in surprise. With your head forcefully angled back, the last thing you see before your eyes roll back into your head as Tae slams into you is the ceiling.
“Don't go weak on me now,” he grunts as he loosens the grip slightly, letting your head go horizontal again. “And watch.”
He’s already looking back at you through the mirror, fucking into you with increased vigor and your mouth hangs fully open now, unable to control your body from reacting to the view accompanied by his force.
With one hand on your hip, he’s hauling you back into his thrusts, the other wanders from your hair to your face. His fingers hook into the corner of your mouth, access made easy from your lips being wide agape, and he pulls your face into a grotesque grimace. Saliva is slowly starting to drip from your mouth since you are not able to close it, distorted moans erupting with each breath you take around the soaked fingers forcing your jaw apart.
You see him grinning in the reflection, fully satisfied with the picture he painted and when he leans in further, he sneers, “Now touch yourself. I wanna feel you come on my cock.”
Breaths heaving, you nod, eager to comply although your thoughts are so clouded by the stimulation, you’re struggling to form a proper sentence. “Wanna come for you,” you babble, somewhat incoherently. “So bad. Want your cum, Tae.”
“Shit,” he replies with a strained voice. Seems like your words only motivated him further, as he’s fucking into you so hard now, that the slapping sounds of your bodies meeting are echoing off the walls. “Gonna give it to you, princess.”
“Want your cum,” is the only thing you’re able to repeat over and over again, as your attention wavers.
Your fingers now rubbing over your clit in frantic circles, it doesn’t even take another minute until you are thrown into the abyss of another orgasm. Your body writhes as the shockwaves thrum through your system, muscles spasming from head to toe and your pussy clenching desperately around his cock. Tae’s brows are knit, a deep line forming between them as he looks down to where he’s nestled inside of you, where your body squirms and sucks him in deeper.
“God damn,” he groans through gritted teeth, drawing out the words as he pushes in even further. “Wanna come on your pretty face.”
He pulls out of you in one languid drag, gripping his cock tightly at its base. His other hand pushes you on your back by your shoulder. Swinging one leg over your chest, he’s caging your torso in between his knees. His free hand tilts your chin down to keep your mouth open while the other strokes his length at a frenzied pace, wrist wrenching at the tip.
You push out your tongue for him, showing him how much you want it and the sight makes him groan and finally lose it. He twists his hand faster and a drop of sweat drips from his nose, landing on your chest at the same time as the first spurt of cum shoots across your tongue.
“Fuck,” he stutters as the next load misses your mouth entirely and paints your cheek and lips. “Such a perfect canvas for my cum.”
He keeps on jerking himself, shooting rope after hot rope at you and you try to catch every drop, swallowing in between and quickly laying your tongue out for him again.
Tae moans with each gush and once he has milked himself dry lets out a deep breath, dipping his tip into your mouth and the residual cum. You close your lips around him and lightly suck him in, lazily swirling your tongue until he hisses and pulls back out.
He just lets himself fall off of you and plops down on his back, his shoulder against yours, chest heaving, trying to recover. Meanwhile you feel like you've gone fully cross-eyed, staring at the ceiling that's somewhat blurred and spinning.
“Are you okay?” His voice catches your attention and pulls you out of your orgasm-induced comatose state.
You nod, cum-stained lips pulled into a smile but otherwise not moving a muscle. “Yeah. I’m great.”
Tae laughs while his face nears yours. He kisses your temple quickly, then says, “I’m gonna run you a bath, okay? A bath always makes everyone feel better after I fuck them half to death.”
“Okay,” you chuckle, still paralysed and blissed out.
The mattress dips with his departure and you hear some drawers being opened and shut, as well as the sound of water running. A few minutes later he returns and goes to wipe your face with a soft towel. “Sorry for the facial,” he mumbles. “I got carried away.”
“‘ts fine,” you reply. “I liked it.”
“Noted,” he nods while his arms hook underneath the bend of your knees as well as below your shoulders. He picks you up, surprisingly without much effort - must be that demon strength - and carries you to his bath room.
The tub is halfway full and there’s clouds of tiny bubbles swimming on top. It’s warm in the room and smells fresh like citrus fruits. You can see the remnants of a bath bomb float around in the greenish water, suspiciously resembling a minion. The little eye still drifts around on the surface, making you laugh.
Tae eases you into the tub, holding you up by the arm. The warmth enveloping your body feels wonderful, it really is the cherry on top after being thrown and dragged around the bed by him. You wet your face with your hands, washing off the last remnants of him, then sink down a bit. Tae reaches for a washcloth and begins rubbing it down your neck.
“Feels good?” he asks and you nod, your eyes already heavy.
He cleans your shoulders and back, then your arms and when he reaches your chest, the pads of his fingers press against the skin there. “Oof,” he sighs. “Was too harsh again. Sorry. Let me get rid of that.”
You look down at yourself and immediately see what he’s talking about. Your skin is covered in small bruises and bite marks. The hickeys don’t hurt but you do feel a bit of a sting when he touches them. Tae lays a gentle palm over your skin and seconds later, the evidence of his mouth on you is gone.
Too bad, you kind of liked the little souvenirs. “Why can you even do that?”
“What? Healing?”
“Yeah,” you nod, running your hands through the water. “If your job is killing and erasing memories, what do you need healing for? Not that I don’t appreciate it.”
“Well, for ourselves, usually.” He sees the face you pull in reaction and smirks. “Not what you think. Demons… fight amongst themselves sometimes. And of course… we can hurt each other. Pretty badly.”
“Oh.” That’s news to you. “I thought you were all immortal.”
“I mean pretty much, but… not totally. There’s always limits, I guess.”
Makes sense. You yawn, nodding at his answer and struggle to keep your eyes open.
“Will you sleep here with me tonight?” Tae asks before you drift off. “I guess the others have all called it a night by now and you know… my thing.”
“Course, yeah,” you agree, voice thick with fatigue, since the way back to your room seems insurmountable right now anyway. And a cuddle sounds nice too.
“Alright,” you hear a smile in his voice even with your eyes closed. “Just relax for a bit while I take a shower. And please don’t drown.”
From your position in the tub you get a good view of Tae washing his body under the spray of hot water. With heavy lids you watch him lather his golden skin in soap and when he starts spreading the suds over his cock in slow strokes you wonder if maybe you would be able to go for a second round. Another yawn is bursting your delusional bubble though, reminding you that you’d probably just faint from exhaustion.
Once he’s done, he helps you out of the tub with a towel wrapped around his hips and lays a big fluffy one over your shoulders before draining the water. Tae walks you back to the bed where you let yourself fall down. He plucks the moist towel from you and helps you into one of his t-shirts instead, gently guiding you into a sitting position with an arm behind your back. As soon as your arms and head have slipped through the designated holes, Tae climbs into bed as well, discarding his own towel on the floor and immediately cuddling up to you naked.
You’re on your back when Tae rolls over and throws a leg and an arm over you, his head finding its way onto your shoulder. You tilt yours to the side so that your temples are touching and sigh, utterly exhausted but, to your surprise, not as satisfied as you thought you’d be. Huh.
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i'm curious, for the upcoming chapters of hell yeah, should we put the names of the people who are involved into the smut warnings? or should we keep the suspense and not mention them until you get there while reading? 👀 we could also make a separate post, like an announcement, with a "read more" cut and put it under there, so everyone who wants to know can check it out
Pairings: Demon!BTS x f!reader, Yoongi x reader (main), everyone x everyone
Summary: You accidentally summon a demon after a few drinks with your friends and manage to make him mess up his ritual to get back home. Now you're stuck in hell with a morally grey squad of demons who take you in (some more welcoming than others) and promise to try and bring you back to where you belong. Getting to know them during your warm holiday down south makes it clear though, that you're not the only one in need of help.
Genre: Fluff, smut, reader has multiple sexual partners, everyone is horny as hell, a bit of reverse harem (but not every single member), it's hinted at that reader isn't Korean and doesn't really know about the culture, it's also hinted that she's around the same age as BTS, reader has a cat!!, strangers to lovers, found family, comedy, but also trauma and angst, crack in terms of their idol lives being re-written to fit into hell (Bang PD is the devil for example), fantasy elements (demonic powers, the underworld, magic)
Warnings: MDNI, explicit sexual content (MxF, MxM, MMF). Blasphemy in case it wasn't obvious. Every member has a pretty traumatic backstory, so beware of the following topics (spoilers): Eating disorders, self hatred about sexuality (internalized homophobia, religious trauma) previous addiction, depression, previous self harm (mentioned, not detailed), memory loss, childhood abuse (mentioned, not detailed), rape (mentioned, not detailed), murder (as part of their job).
Status: Ongoing
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Summary: Your car breaks down in a rural town during a solo road trip and you barely manage to make it to the nearest repair shop. Jungkook, trusty mechanic and sweetheart, takes a look at your car and brings you to a - very icky - motel, where he can't bring himself to let you stay the night on your own...
Warnings: MDNI, explicit sexual content, mechanic JK, manly JK while still being a cutie and a gentleman, this is pretty much a damsel in distress situation, there's a cuck chair again lmao but no cuck in sight this time, lots of sweat bc it's hot there!! they're both soaked in multiple ways, alcohol and weed, making out a little high, fingering, oral (both receiving), PiV, multiple positions, JK gets a bit unhinged and pussy drunk during the deed and pulls a few surprising moves, bit of dirty talk (good girl mentioned)
A/n: There's a lot of yapping and story building for a oneshot. We love a good build up in this house.
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01 - Joyride
”No, no, no…,“ you plead with your car, stroking the plastic covering behind the steering wheel with one hand. “Please don’t do this to me, we’re almost there!”
The engine light had already lit up some miles back, but you decided to ignore it and just pray you’d make it to your destination. But now, after driving along empty country roads, seemingly endless, with only a few small towns in between breaking the monotony of the scenery, the lights on your dashboard start to flicker and the radio keeps cutting out.
“Shit,” you curse out loud before asking your phone for the directions to the nearest auto repair shop.
Your already shitty air con has totally given up. Beads of sweat are starting to collect on your upper lip as you follow google maps through the scorching heat. Thank god it’s only a few more miles until you pull into a small town off the desert road. This little hick town seems to just be made up of one main road, with a few homes off to the side.
“In 0,2 miles your destination will be on the left,” your navigation lets you know. A minute later you pull up in front of the repair shop with your Buick Century and turn off the ignition. You exhale in relief, at least you made it to the garage. You don’t want to imagine being stranded at the side of the road in the desert, not in this weather.
You let your head fall on the steering wheel that you are gripping with both hands, already worried about how much money you’re going to have to throw at your rust bucket. You step out of your vehicle finally, looking around. There’s what seems to be a small convenience store across the street, a man in denim dungarees and cowboy boots sitting in front of it, smoking. You snort - all that’s missing is a damn banjo.
What comes to your mind immediately is the horror movie cliché of a car breaking down in some rural backwater town and what happens after. You’ve watched countless of them - Wrong Turn, House of Wax, The Hills have Eyes. You don’t have any plans to end up as a final girl to a clan of inbred hillbilly psychos. Hopefully, whatever is wrong with your Buick is fixed quickly so you can be on your way.
You walk into the repair shop through a glass door next to a bigger gate for cars to enter and look around for an employee, unsuccessfully.
“Hello?” you ask into the empty space. There’s a front desk, but it’s unoccupied. Please, don’t let this place be actually closed down already for the day.
“Back here,” you suddenly hear a voice sounding from further back. Relieved, you scan the perimeters to find the source, peeking around a corner.
You find the actual workshop of the garage, multiple cars with open hoods standing around, but you don’t see anyone. Reluctantly, you walk between vehicles, not sure if you are even allowed in here, until you almost stumble over legs sticking out from under some Toyota sedan.
“Um, hi?” you address the jeans-clad legs.
“One sec,” a voice replies and a moment later you hear tools clanking to the floor before a man emerges from under the car.
And, well, he’s really not someone you expected to find in a rural backwater town. It’s not the outfit either, he’s just wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, both smeared with motor oil and grease. What surprises you is the fact that one of his arms is covered in tattoos, down to his fingers, and his ears are decked out in multiple silver hoops. He smiles at you, a piercing through the side of his lower lip, while he wipes his hands on the bandana tied to his pants.
Usually, when you have to bring in your rust bucket, the mechanics crack some sort of unfunny misogynistic joke at your expense before trying to rip you off with unnecessary repairs you didn’t ask for. So that is what you steel yourself for when you tell the dude that your Buick started breaking down as he walks you to the front of the shop.
He clicks open the automatic garage door and tells you to drive your car inside for him to inspect it.
But, shit. When you try to switch on the ignition, it’s dead.
The mechanic comes up to your rolled-down window. “Doesn’t start huh?”, he correctly assesses. “Put it in neutral, I can just push it inside.”
“Sorry,” you mumble, trying to move the shift stick to neutral, without success. It doesn’t budge without the engine being on.
You shrug your shoulders at him in a helpless manner, making him laugh. “Ah, automatic,” he hums before opening the driver door and pulling a screwdriver from the back pocket of his jeans.
Without warning, he’s suddenly in your lap, leaning over you to access the middle console. You would’ve moved out of the way had he warned you. But now this, admittedly very attractive, guy is brushing his tattooed arm against your thighs all non-chalant as he wriggles his screwdriver around the plastic by the gear stick. With one last satisfied hum, he finally moves the stick to the neutral position.
You just dumbly stare at him with hot cheeks when he retreats from your space again and he tells you about some manual switch he pushed. “Oh, sorry,” he apologizes when he sees your startled expression. “I didn’t get dirt on you, did I?” He wipes at the fabric of your pants with his hands, grimacing at himself as in the process, as he actually does brush some grease on it, making him panic slightly. “Shit,” he mutters but you stop him before he can apologize again or spread even more black gunk on you.
“Don’t worry about it,” you laugh, his display of sudden clumsiness making you relax again. He stands up straight, scratching at his neck before collecting himself and moving to the back of your Buick.
“It’s good to go now. Just let go of the brake and steer, alright?” he yells from the back and then the car is slowly rolling. You can’t help stealing a glance at him through your rearview mirror.
His brows are furrowed and the muscles in his shoulders are tensed as he’s pushing the car by its bumper. You can even make out the vein on his forehead popping out a little. The fact that you’ve always had a thing for feats of strength is almost making you forget to steer until his voice forces your eyes to snap back to the garage in front of you.
“Little to the left,” he yells and you comply, maneuvering your car into the workspace.
You pull the handbrake and get out of the driver's seat once you’re in a good spot.
“I’ll pay to get your jeans cleaned,” he tells you with a lopsided smile as he eyes your soiled pants before he walks to the front of your Buick.
“Let’s take a look at your baby,” he says as he yanks open the hood. “I already have a suspicion.”
While he’s checking out the engine compartment, you take a stroll around the shop, trying to pass the time and ignore the dread blooming in your chest about how much this repair is going to cost you.
On the wall behind the counter you spot the usual sexy calendars of women in pin up clothing posing on the hoods of old-timers. Maybe he’s just like all the other mechanics you encountered after all. You quietly chuckle just as you spot another poster among the sexy ladies though. This one has a half-naked man propped against some motorcycle, probably a Harley Davidson. Oh, a man of varied tastes apparently. Feels a little out of place for this small town, once again.
When you hear the hood of your vehicle being slammed shut, you hurry back to the mechanic.
“Yup, I was right,” he tells you, trying to wipe some of his dark hair out of his face with the back of his hand, smearing grease on his forehead in the process. “Alternator’s shot.”
“That sounds … bad?” you reluctantly more so ask than state.
“It just needs to be replaced. Good news first, it’s not a lot of work so I’ll be done in like an hour,” he lets you know. “Bad news - I need to order it in.”
You groan, but you are relieved to learn that at least it’s not as expensive as you feared. The fact that this part will only come in tomorrow though - Shit.
He types your information into his computer and places the order for the new alternator.
“Are there any hotels or something close by?” you ask him once he’s done and comes back around the counter to lean on it.
He shakes his head with an apologetic look on his face. “The closest motel is like two towns over. And it’s a bit of a shit hole.”
That doesn’t sound too inviting, but given your choices, what else are you supposed to do?
“Can you give me the address? I’ll get an Uber to drive me there I guess.”
“Good luck on finding any Ubers out here. We’re basically out of their operating zone.”
Your shoulders slump in defeat as you let your hand holding your phone drop to your side again.
“I’ll take you,” he offers, already on his way to your Buick. “Get your bag.”
You would usually not consider getting into a car with a stranger, but your options are kind of limited here. He can probably sense your hesitation, because he cocks his head to the side and smiles. “Wouldn’t advise accepting rides from strangers, but I can’t have you stay on the street,” he speaks up. “I’m Jungkook, by the way. I’ll give you my ID and everything, you can send it to a friend with your location.”
This won’t help you if he decides to murder you, but you are tired and in need of a shower, so you just sigh and open your car, quickly packing some things you need for an overnight stay into your backpack before shouldering it.
Apparently it’s time to close shop, or maybe he can just decide since he’s the only one in here, but he leads you out the back and locks the door behind him. You won’t question it, you are just glad that you will be able to rest soon. The long drive was becoming torturous anyway.
“Where’s your car?” you ask, looking around the street behind the garage.
Jungkook grins and points towards - oh please - a motorcycle. No way. Well, maybe that explains the leather jacket that he put on just before. You were wondering why he needed it in this scorching heat.
“Pretty, huh?” he muses when you look at him with wide eyes. “It’s a Fat Bob 114.”
Oh sure, whatever that string of random words means. He can’t seriously expect you to get on the back of this. For a moment, you reconsider just walking the streets tonight.
“I don’t even have a helmet,” you try to weasel your way out.
To no avail, since he produces one from behind his back and hands it to you. “Good thing I keep a spare around.”
He’s already stuffing his own backpack into the satchel on the side of the bike, while you fiddle with the helmet. You’ve never even put one on before and when you plop it down over your head, your hair gets caught in front of your eyes.
You hear Jungkook’s muffled laugh and then he steps in front of you, pulling the helmet back off.
“Lemme help,” he mutters while pushing your hair behind your ears while he clamps the headgear between his thighs to free his hands.
The intimate gesture brings heat up your neck and all you muster is a quiet “Thank you.” Then he gently pulls the helmet down and closes the plastic visor with a grin.
“All set,” he pats the top of the protective headwear before putting on his own. He swings his leg over the bike and motions for you to get on behind him.
“Just hold on to me,” he tells you.
You somewhat clumsily climb on and consider just gripping the side of the machine, but as soon as he turns his keys and the bike roars to life, your survival instinct kicks in and you sling your arms around his waist.
He pulls off into the street and soon you’re leaving behind the small town and with it your broken-down car.
Jungkook, thankfully, seems to be considerate of his passenger, because you are pretty sure he’s not even going the speed limit. You still cling on to him for dear life, probably choking him out, but he does not complain. You’re not particularly fond of not being encased in metal while on the road is what you’re learning right now.
After a few miles and your body starting to cramp from clutching on to Jungkook and the bike, you pull up in front of a motel. The parking lot is full of trucks, rarely any regular cars. Jungkook helps you off the motorcycle and takes off his helmet. He seems to be wondering about the amount of trucks, as he raises his eyebrow. Carefully, he removes your helmet for you as well before you can even try to do it yourself. Your hair feels damp and matted, making you cringe slightly as you run your fingers through it.
Jungkook retrieves his backpack from the satchel and pockets the keys.
“This must be a regular stop for truckers to rest, huh?” you wonder out loud to which Jungkook shakes his head.
“Not usually.”
Picking through the small compartment of your backpack, you finally find some tissues.
“Can I just..?” you ask Jungkook, gesturing towards his face with the towelette.
He seems to be confused but doesn’t stop you from wiping at his forehead. You clean the smear of grease off his skin and pocket the tissue.
“That’s better,” you smile at him and when he locks his big soft eyes with you, the corners of his mouth upturned, it makes you gulp. His gaze flickers down to your lips for just a fleeting moment.
With both helmets in hand, he walks you to the check-in counter, where you find the most unenthusiastic-looking clerk you’ve seen in your life.
“Hello,” you address him. “I need a room, please.”
“Really?” he responds in a mocking tone. “Who would’ve guessed that?”
Jungkook slams one of the helmets on the counter, startling the guy.
“Mind checking if you have any available?” he intervenes, a fake smile plastered on his face. One could mistake it for a snarl if it wasn’t for his politeness. With his hand planted firmly on the counter and the muscles in his arm tensed, the clerk seems to have taken the hint.
Woah. Apparently he’s not one to mess around with. It’s kind of hot.
“Alright, alright,” the clerk gives in, suddenly very meek and sheepish, and checks his computer.
“Seems like you’re out of luck, everything’s booked,” he shrugs his shoulders. “There’s some trucker meet-up happening close by, they basically overran the motel.”
Jungkook and you sigh simultaneously. What the hell are you supposed to do now? You really don’t want to go on another road trip if you can avoid it. He pulls out his phone, scrolling furiously, probably trying to figure out an alternative as well.
“Ah, wait,” the clerk suddenly perks up. “There’s someone checking out in a bit. Once we’ve cleaned up the room, it’s yours.”
Oh, thank god. You couldn’t care less that the place is run-down and the employee is a shithead. You’ll just shower and head to bed anyway, maybe scroll a bit on your phone. The aesthetic or lack thereof doesn’t really matter, unless you’ll find suspicious stains on the pillows. Which, to be fair, is not that unlikely, now that you think about it.
“We have a bar,” the employee tells you with an exasperated sigh, as if this was the hardest he’s ever had to work. “You can wait there. It’s gonna be like 2 hours max.”
You nod and turn to Jungkook, who looks a little disgruntled.
“Uhm, will you come pick me up again tomorrow? I kinda don’t have a ride.” The fact that he has to drive you again is gnawing at your pride, but he said it himself, no Ubers around.
He looks at you, quizzically.
“I’m not gonna let you wait around here by yourself,” he shakes his head. “I’ll stay with you until the room’s ready.”
Before you can even start arguing that you don’t need an escort, he’s already placed his hand on the small of your back to guide you towards the bar. For whatever reason you just let it happen. You’re a grown woman, you don’t need a white knight to look out for you. But also, some company would be nice instead of sitting around all alone, just waiting for time to pass. Since he’s also nice to look at, why shouldn’t you indulge a bit longer.
The bar is just as dingy as the rest of the place. All the seats are worn, tears across the old leather. The room reeks of stale smoke and cigars so bad that you scrunch your nose as you step in.
There’s two guys sitting at the bar drinking beer. By the looks of it it’s not the first one of the day either. Probably some of the truckers the clerk mentioned.
Jungkook pushes you into the booth of a table, sliding in next to you without taking his eyes off the dudes at the bar, and shrugs off his leather jacket. Sitting next to each other when you’re only two people has always been weird to you, makes it kind of awkward to chat.
“What do you want to drink?” he asks from beside you.
You take out your phone, checking the time. It’s 7 pm. You could do with a beer as well, so you tell him and he moves out of the seat to get your drinks.
You watch him from your table, only to realize that the two men are staring you down, one even cocks his eyebrows at you. Disgusting. You pull a face at him, but that doesn’t seem to deter him at all, grabbing at his junk while his mate laughs along.
Jungkook is watching this play out, you can tell when his back stiffens. He’s coming back with two beers in hand, immediately sitting down next to you on the bench again, so close this time that your thighs are touching.
“What are you doing?” you ask him, surprised when he puts his arm on the backrest behind you.
“Sorry, but I’m not gonna let those two sleazebags get the impression that you’re here by yourself, no chance,” he grumbles before picking up his glass and taking a big gulp.
The fact that he’s doing this only for show makes you feel a tinge of disappointment, which is just dumb. He’s just being nice, you tell yourself, also reaching for your beer, trying to relax with him being so close to you. It’s not because he’s making you uncomfortable, rather the opposite. You just seriously need to chill.
“How much was it?” you ask him, pointing to your drink, to which he just waves you off.
“Take it as compensation for me putting grease all over your jeans,” he smiles at you.
For a while you two just sit there, his arm around you, sipping away on your beer quietly. Jungkook shoots the gross dudes death glares every now and then. To which you are thankful because the thought of being in here alone with them makes you shiver. Maybe you were in need of a white knight actually. Just this once.
“So,” Jungkook breaks the surprisingly comfortable silence. “Judging by your plates, you’ve been on the road for a while, huh?”
You hum in agreement. “Just a road trip to visit an old friend of mine. Never been to this part of the country.”
“I can tell,” he laughs.
“And you?” you proceed to ask. “Have you ever been out of these parts?”
Jungkook’s fingers tapping away softly on your shoulder while he talks makes blood rush to your cheeks.
“Not really, I grew up around here. Only gone as far as the surrounding cities.”
“So you like living here then?”
He shrugs his shoulders as if he doesn’t really have an opinion on it.
“It’s just, you don’t seem like a small town kinda guy,” you continue when he stays silent.
“Now, why’s that?” he looks at you with a smirk, visibly amused now.
You just motion at his tattooed arm and the piercings, trying not to say anything he might take offense to. It’s his home after all.
Luckily, he doesn’t seem to be offended at all, because he chuckles at your assessment.
“You know, the next city is just like an hour’s drive away,” he lets you know between laughs. “We’re not cut off from civilization. Not totally.”
You chat away for a while, mostly just small talk. He never takes his arm off your shoulder while you learn that he owns and runs the repair shop by himself and you tell him that you’re in between jobs right now.
You’re laughing at a funny remark Jungkook dropped when the clerk pops his head in.
“Room’s ready,” he lets you know before he trudges away again.
“Before you try to argue - I’m walking you to the room.”
You figured.
So after picking up the key from the front desk, you make your way outside and up some stairs to find your assigned room with Jungkook close behind. On your way there, you can hear some loud bellowing laughter from behind doors as well as a smashing sound, as if a vase or something broke. This really doesn’t feel that welcoming after all, you think as you yank open the dilapidated door. It’s not even hanging straight in its hinges, so you have to lift it up slightly so it doesn’t catch on the floor. Yikes.
Both of you walk inside and Jungkook looks around the room after putting the helmets on a wobbly sideboard.
“What a nice view,” you joke, having walked up behind him to the window, looking down at the parking lot. The laughter gets caught in your throat when you can hear someone loudly fighting outside. When you peek out the window again, you see that it’s two big guys shoving each other and yelling, beer bottles in hand. Please let this night go by fast, you plead silently. You brought your earphones so hopefully you can drown out anything that might go on outside, be it murder or an orgy. You thank whoever invented noise cancelling in advance.
Jungkook turns to you. “Look,” he starts with a serious expression. You have a feeling you know where this is going, so you walk up to the sideboard and push his helmet towards him.
“Thank you for everything, I’ll see you tomorrow?”
Jungkook shakes his head and doesn’t move even an inch.
“I can’t let you stay here,” he says, decidedly. “Not by yourself. You’ve seen the kind of guys that hang around here!”
You liked his savior antics earlier, but you still have some pride left.
“I’m not some damsel in distress in need of saving,” you scoff and walk to the door. “I’ll just lock up and sleep by myself like a big girl.” You jokingly wiggle the lock around before realizing it’s almost falling apart at your touch. Oh. This actually doesn’t bode well with you.
Jungkook looks at your wide eyes with a quirked brow, waiting for you to reconsider what you just told him. And you do. Damn.
Then there’s suddenly more clamor seemingly right outside your door. As if someone was crashing into the wall. The look in your eyes turns to pleading. Now you’re actually hoping Jungkook’s offer, whatever exactly it entails, still stands.
“I’ll stay. Don’t worry,” he reassures you as if he just read your mind. Probably not that hard, considering the situation.
“Thanks,” you mumble while looking around the room. There’s exactly one bed, a dresser with a tiny TV on it and what you assume to be the door to the bathroom. And a worn-out leather arm chair.
Jungkook follows your gaze and takes the words out of your mouth when he speaks up.
“I’ll just stay in the cuck chair, you can go ahead and go to sleep.”
The good old cuck chair, a must-have of any rented room that’s worth anything. What would people do without it? Although this one actually seems like it’s been in heavy use. Ew. At least you’re not the one having to sit in it.
To your horror, this stuffy room has no air conditioning, only a ceiling fan above the bed that barely does its job. Opening the window is no use at this time of night either, as it’s still hot out.
“I could never get used to this heat,” you huff and sit down at the edge of the mattress, causing the bedframe to squeak. “Don’t think I can even sleep while it’s this hot,” you add, groaning.
Jungkook brings his stuff over to his designated spot for the night to keep watch of the door or whatever his plan actually is. Your knight in shining armor, you scoff to yourself. The fact that you’re sharing a motel room with some stranger is outrageous and very much out of scope of what you had planned for this trip. Even if said stranger is nice to look at. You watch him from the corner of your eyes as you kick off your sneakers and pull your legs up on the bed into a criss-cross position. His white shirt has gone see-through in the back from sweat and it’s sticking to him. No wonder - he’s been wearing a leather jacket and also you clung to his back earlier like a koala while driving here.
It's only around 9 pm when you check your phone and start scrolling through various social media apps, quickly getting bored. Beads of sweat are forming on your forehead, you feel like you’re being boiled alive sitting here in jeans, but you’re not about to strip in front of Jungkook, who’s also taken his spot in the chair with his phone in hand.
“Hey, you want to get some more beer?” you ask him, sure that you’ll be up for quite a while and beer always makes you sleepy, so that might help.
“Sure,” he nods, walking over to you and holding his hand out. “We can get some from the bar.”
You let him help you off the bed and slip back into your shoes. It’s a quick trip, Jungkook never taking his arm off your waist as he walks you through the premises.
Equipped with 4 cold bottles of beer you return to your room where Jungkook immediately opens one for you with a lighter from his back pocket.
The cool liquid goes down smoothly, making you sigh in content as you sit down on the end of the bed so you can actually face him in his spot where he is currently holding the bottle against his neck in an effort to cool off.
Striking up a conversation while you down the first drink, you inquire further about his repair shop.
“It’s been in the family for a few generations,” he lets you know. “I’ve been around cars since I was little, back when it was my grandfather’s still.”
“Did you ever consider doing anything else? College or something?” you wonder.
Jungkook laughs at the idea. “I’m way too dumb for a degree. And I like getting my hands dirty. Manual labor takes my mind off of things. I enjoy it.”
You get it, the road trip was supposed to serve the same purpose - taking your mind off what’s been troubling you. Could’ve figured that driving by yourself for hours makes your thoughts race instead. Maybe you’re dumb too.
Jungkook asks about you being in between jobs then, since you mentioned it to him earlier.
“I quit so I could leave my place for a while. Wasn’t that great of a job anyway, so no loss there.”
You put the now empty bottle on the ground and flop back on the mattress with your eyes closed, letting the ceiling fan blow hot air around you for a bit.
“You alright?” Jungkook’s voice chimes up.
“Yeah,” you hum out from your horizontal position. Mostly thanks to him, you ponder and find yourself glad your car started going to shit in his vicinity and not some place else. You just chill for a moment, trying to drown out the ruckus outside of your room. You’re in here, safe, protected. Jungkook is pretty beefy, so you’re not too worried about any truckers trying to bust their way into here. The ones that crossed your way so far looked out of shape. Not that you’re judging, you probably wouldn’t opt for a gym session after driving for hours on end either.
“Thank you again,” you sit back up, feeling like you're admitting defeat. “For staying with me. I’m sorry for all the troubles.”
Jungkook only replies with a smile and hands you the second bottle of beer. “I didn’t have any plans for tonight anyway. Your company beats watching TV alone by miles.”
He’d probably have air conditioning though and wouldn’t have to swelter in this dump. His face is shiny from the sheen of sweat, making his dark hair stick to his forehead, which he brushes away with his fingers continuously. Actually, maybe you got lucky having him stuck here with you, cause the fabric sticking to his chest is … really something. You reluctantly peel your eyes away from his muscles, not trying to be a creep after all he’s done for you. Can’t be ogling him like one of those sleazy truckers did to you earlier. Maybe it’s the beer finding its way to your brain or you’re just really not better than a man.
Your body doesn’t feel much drier than him, though you are sure the sweat doesn’t look even half as attractive on you.
While sipping on your third beer, you talk about more benign things, discovering that Jungkook and you share a lot of favorite bands and musicians. During your conversation, he keeps putting the glass bottle up to his face like he did earlier, obviously uncomfortable from being hot.
The ceiling fan only swirls the hot air around, but on the bed and directly under it, it provides at least some relief from the unrelenting heat while he’s suffering in the cuck chair.
“You know you could just come sit on the bed, right?” you interrupt him waving his hand in front of his face like a makeshift fan.
He pauses, considering your offer, and then sighs. “Nah, I’m stinky from working, don’t want to make it all gross.”
“Please, I don’t want to find you melted into a puddle in that fucking chair tomorrow morning,” you joke. “Sounds like one hell of a clean-up. Also, who’s gonna fix my car if you perish from overheating?”
“I might not be the first dead body in that chair, now that I look at it,” he wrinkles his nose as he gets up and eyes the worn-out leather.
“But I’ll take a shower first, if that’s alright with you,” he finally gives in.
“Sure,” you nod. “Go ahead. Haven’t checked out the bathroom - hope you won’t come out dirtier than before.”
Jungkook chuckles as he makes his way into the little side-room.
While you hear the shower run, you empty your beer and shoot your friend a message that your arrival will be delayed because of your shitty car.
Shortly after the water turns off, Jungkook sheepishly peeks around the corner.
“My shirt is soaked,” he tells you with an apologetic smile. “I’ll air it out and put it back on, yeah?”
His coyness makes you burst into laughter. How cute.
“Jungkook, your shirt has been see-through for the last 2 hours, I’ve seen it all. Now don’t be stupid and come sit with me.”
He huffs out a quiet laugh and throws his moist t-shirt on the sideboard, hoping it will dry down, before putting his shoes and socks next to yours by the door.
“Which side are you gonna sleep on?” he asks you, making you raise an eyebrow.
“I’m not going to put my greasy ass down where you have to sleep,” he explains and gestures at the smears on his pants. “This bed is probably already gross enough.”
You take a tentative whiff of the pillowcase on your side. “It’s actually not so bad,” you shrug your shoulders before patting the mattress on the unoccupied half of the bed, urging him to finally come and sit.
So, in this incredible turn of events, you’re now sitting shoulder to shoulder with a shirtless small-town mechanic, watching TV in a decrepit motel.
Switching through countless porn channels, you finally happen upon re-runs of The X-Files, which makes both of you perk up in excitement.
“I love Gillian Anderson,” you gush as her glorious red hair appears on screen.
“I love David Duchovny,” Jungkook replies with a sigh. “Gillian’s not bad either.”
His remark doesn’t surprise you as you recall the very bisexual collection of raunchy calendars displayed in his shop.
You both settle against the headboard, getting comfortable, and dive into the episode, following along as Scully and Mulder track down a mutant man that’s hiding in vents to eat people’s livers. Mulder has just foiled the abomination’s attempt to murder some family when Jungkook’s head suddenly drops onto your shoulder.
You can tell he’s asleep by the way his body is slumped against yours. So much for watching the door, huh?
His soft, slow breathing is fanning over your neck and you decide to just let him nap, watching the intro to the next episode roll. That is, until your back starts to hurt from your current position, so you shift slightly, which startles Jungkook awake.
“Oh, fuck, I’m sorry,” he looks at you horrified when the initial post-nap confusion has worn off. “Did I drool on you?”
You assure him it’s fine and that he did not. Jungkook stands up and stretches his arms over his head, your eyes following the movement of his bared muscles as he does. He yawns and shuffles over to the window, cracking it open and sticking his head outside.
The clamor has calmed down it seems, no more yelling and fighting audible, you realize in relief.
“I think we can keep this open now,” Jungkook decides. “It has cooled down like… at least 1 degree.”
You agree, even if it won’t help with the warmth, some fresh air won’t hurt.
“You should try and get some sleep,” he proposes. “I’m guessing you still have some miles to drive tomorrow.”
He’s probably right and you can feel the beer you had swimming around in your head, relaxing your body.
Jungkook goes to switch off the big light and settles back into the cuck chair. Apparently he’s not planning on resuming his little nap but is back on duty.
You pull off your socks, leaving you in jeans and a shirt still, which is not your preferred way of going to bed. Since you’re still hot, you just lie down on top of the duvet, turning to your side and pulling up your legs.
“Good girl,” Jungkook coos at you from across the room and you can feel his smirk without even looking at him.
The minutes pass by and you just toss and turn, not able to wind down at all.
“Can’t sleep, huh?” Jungkook asks when you reach for the phone on your nightstand after the futile 30-minute attempt to drift off has gone nowhere. You’re uncomfortable in your clothes, sweating, and your mind keeps straying to exactly the places you’ve tried to outrun with your road trip.
Before you swing your legs off the bed you reach to turn on the lamp on the bedside table as you don’t dig sitting around in complete darkness. You’re in the process of stretching your neck and shoulders while Jungkook rummages through his backpack. It seems like he found what he was looking for because he perks up.
“Wanna smoke?” he asks you, holding up a pre-rolled joint with a bright smile on his face.
You laugh and go through your own bag, producing a ready-to-go spliff as well.
“I’m taking this as a Yes,” Jungkook chuckles and moves to the opened window where you join him. You squeeze past him so you can hop up on the windowsill, sitting with your legs dangling in the air and your side leaning against the window frame.
Jungkook rests his upper body against the other side before he fishes the lighter out of his pocket and ignites the joint between his lips.
Passing the doobie between each other, you pick up the topic of his shop again, still curious.
“You plan on staying in your town forever?” you ask him. “Like, just keep the garage going until you’re too old to work anymore?”
He takes a drag and huffs out some smoke while he thinks about it.
“I like the mechanic work,” he starts. “But I’m not really keen on living the rural town life for the rest of eternity.”
“I knew you weren’t the type.”
“Yeah. But I just can’t let go of the shop. I thought about selling it before, but I can’t bring myself to do it. It would probably kill my dad if I did.”
“He’d want you to be happy, no?”
He hums pensively, takes another hit and hands you the joint. Jungkook lets his fingers linger on yours for a moment when he does. His side is pressing into your thigh since there’s not much space in the window. The way his eyes are locked on yours is making your breath hitch and you almost choke on the smoke you inhaled. You cough, which makes him reach behind you to stroke your back. Your free hand grabs his naked shoulder while you recover from the coughing fit.
Once you catch your breath and sit back up straight, Jungkook doesn’t return to his spot next to you, but instead remains in front of you, basically between your legs.
His hand slides away from your back though, holding on to the windowsill next to your leg instead.
“I didn’t really quit my job for the trip,” you sigh, looking down at your dangling feet. The weed really seems to loosen up your tongue tonight. “Just couldn’t do it anymore, it kept burning me out to a pathetic pile of ash.”
“I’m sorry,” Jungkook earnestly tells you, squeezing your arm lightly in a comforting manner.
Apparently your weed-riddled brain decides to just lay out all your business to him, because before you can stop yourself, you are already dropping the rest of your recent lore.
“’M driving through the whole country to my friend’s place because I found out I got cheated on. The breakup hit me quite hard after such a long time together. Needed to get far, far away.”
“Must be a fucking idiot,” Jungkook shakes his head and tries to catch your gaze, which makes you lift your head when he starts to crouch to look up at you.
He moves closer to you then, making your knees spread further to accommodate his frame. After flicking the butt of the joint out of the window, he places his palm on your thigh while his other hand comes up and brushes some of your hair behind your ear. His head is cocked to the side and you’re locking eyes, with his fingers still resting softly against your cheek.
It’s like time freezes and then you’re suddenly leaning forward and your lips collide, slotting together effortlessly, like they were never meant to be apart to begin with. You sigh against him as if you’re letting go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding and he uses the moment to slip his tongue between your parted lips. His hand has wandered to your neck while yours found their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer, as your tongues dance against each other. All the stress of today just falls off you, like a lizard shedding his skin. The kiss is all-encompassing, leaving no room for any thoughts in your head other than taking away every inch of space between your bodies. As you make out, the palm on your thigh slowly caresses from your leg to your side and then back down to your ass, where it rests and squeezes ever so lightly. Even this soft touch makes your hips hitch towards Jungkook and you feel him smile against your mouth and exhale a laugh through his nose. You would be embarrassed if he wasn’t pressing himself into your crotch, holding you in place, obviously just as excited to feel you against his body. He nibbles on your lower lip before licking across it and then his face is suddenly gone from yours. You just stare at him all dumb and breathless, still entangled with him. His thumb brushes over your lip, wiping away the moisture left behind from the kiss and continues to put it in his mouth. You stifle a whine at the sight, trying to collect yourself at least a little bit, so you slide off the windowsill. Not taking into account Jungkook’s close proximity to you, the movement makes you rub yourself against his groin by accident. He’s not shy about the groan that leaves him at the contact, but he steps back a bit to give you space anyway.
“Want to give sleep another shot?” he asks you, brushing over your cheek one last time before removing his hand.
“Mhm,” you nod. “I’m gonna take a shower first though.”
“Good idea,” Jungkook sends you off with a pat to your ass, making your face heat up even more.
Oh, you really need a cold shower for more than one reason.
You finally step out of your sweaty clothes, dropping them in a pile on the bathroom floor. When the spray of water hits you, you sigh. It feels so good to finally wash away the grime. What you can’t rinse off is the tight feeling between your legs as you think about Jungkook, shirtless and sweaty, pressed to your body. You take a few minutes to just stand under the water raining down on you, fighting the urge to touch yourself, that’s how riled up the kiss has gotten you.
When you turn off the water and get out of the shower, you realize that there is only a small towel, nothing that could actually cover your body in any decent way. You only brought panties to the bathroom with you. The only thing you find attached to the door is a questionable bathrobe. Better than nothing, you think after inspecting and smelling it, deciding it’s clean. You quickly towel-dry your wet hair with the small cloth so you don’t look like a dog that got caught in the rain before slipping on your panties and the robe, closing it around you with its belt.
Jungkook has returned to the cuck chair when you come back out. He’s reclined back into it, leisurely stretching his spread legs out as he eyes you with heavy lids. He’s so fucking sexy lounging there in just his jeans, his upper body glazed by sweat, making his tattoo glisten in the dim light of the bedside lamp. You nibble on your lower lip absentmindedly, slowly stepping closer.
And he’s looking right back at you like he wants to ravish you. The slight tent in the front of his pants is reassuring proof that the kissing didn’t leave him unaffected either.
“Are you not hot in this?” he gestures at your robe while looking you up and down before sitting up straight.
“Are you not hot in your jeans?” you tease in response, making him chuckle.
“C’mere,” he curls his fingers at you to beckon you closer and your feet move before your brain even catches up.
Once you’re in reach, he grabs the belt of the bathrobe and pulls you into him, hands snaking to your backside when there’s no more room between you. He massages your ass cheeks through the soft fabric at an agonizingly slow pace and you’re already becoming impatient, so you take initiative and climb into his lap, your knees around his thighs. There’s just enough room in the chair for you to fit. With your arms locked around his neck, you immediately go in for another kiss, licking into him. Spurred on by your eagerness, his hands slip under your robe, making the belt slowly unravel with each movement of his palms against your naked skin underneath. You didn’t think it was possible in this heat, but you erupt in goosebumps when his fingers slide over your waist, up to the side of your breasts where he lets them linger before splaying them out to cup your tits.
“Your skin is so soft,” he mutters against your lips just as one of his digits brushes over a pert nipple, which makes you inhale a sharp breath. His mouth moves to the side of your neck, where he sucks on your skin, surely leaving behind bruises. The sensation makes you grind your hips down against his growing cock, craving friction. He groans into the crook of your neck, so you keep swiveling your lower body in his lap, both of your breathing increasing in speed as your arousal is escalating to new levels.
Finally, he’s had enough of the bathrobe covering his view of your body and when you let go of him, he slides it off your shoulders, dropping it to pool on the floor by his feet.
With your bare tits in front of his face, he hums in approval, his hands roaming the skin of your nude torso.
“Wow,” he sighs in appreciation, licking over his lips once before latching on to a nipple. The flicking of his tongue elicits a whimper from you and makes your back arch, pressing your chest closer to him.
You can feel the rough denim covering his dick though the thin fabric of your underwear, which is already going damp as you rub yourself over him again and again.
You lift yourself off his crotch, your hand finding his belt, undoing the buckle. When you struggle to open the fly of his pants one-handed, he removes his hand from your tit and looks up at you.
“You sure?” he asks you softly and when you nod, he helps you out by popping the button himself, so you just have to pull down the zipper. He lifts himself off the seat just enough to wriggle the jeans down to his thighs. His hard dick twitches excitedly when you palm him through his Calvin Klein boxers.
Jungkook reaches between you, his fingers finding your still clothed pussy, just ghosting over your core, tentatively. You instinctively press down into his touch, sighing, which impels him to run his digits over the moistened fabric harder. Feeling your arousal through the panties already, he pulls them to the side, giving him access to run his finger between your labia. “Like silk,” he muses quietly, before dipping in further, gathering your wetness.
“Dripping for me already,” he groans, his breath fanning over your neck now. “So fucking hot.”
His middle finger finds your entrance then and pushes in slowly before curling it once inside. You writhe in his hold, impatient to be filled by him. After pumping a few times, he slides in a second finger, the pads dragging across your walls which each movement of his wrist, making you whine.
When the thirst for his cock takes over you, you reach down to the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down just far enough to free his hard dick. He moans lowly when you wrap your fingers around him, squeezing before giving him a determined tug, your thumb spreading precum across his tip.
His fingers slip out of you then, leaving you clenching around air. His hand comes up on top of yours on him, engulfing your smaller one completely, guiding your pumps. Your juices on his fingers add to the glide, every stroke along his length now producing a nasty squelching sound.
With his free hand, he fishes out his wallet from his jeans, producing a single condom. You basically rip it out of his fingers, tearing the package open with your teeth. After slapping his own hand away from his dick with the back of yours, you roll on the rubber.
He takes hold of your wrist and gently twists you palm up under his face, then lets a drop of spit fall into it. You spread the drool around his shaft before lining yourself up to the tip of his cock.
Jungkook grips on to your waist as you lower yourself down on him until you’re flush to his crotch. The stretch makes you whimper as he slides into you, his own head falling back on to the chair with his eyes closed.
“Shit,” he mutters, voice strained. “You feel amazing.”
That’s enough encouragement for you to start moving, your hips going in circles as you bounce up and down. His cock curves just the right way to rub over your g-spot each time you slam your ass down into him.
His fingers have wandered to your ass cheeks, kneading at the supple flesh. He’s not guiding your movement, he lets you take the reigns as you ride him like your life depends on it.
The damn cuck chair is restricting you though, your knees confined by the armrests, you can’t get into it the way you know would blow his fucking mind. When you lift yourself off his cock, his head shoots back up, looking at you quizzically as you move off his lap and lower yourself on the floor between his legs. He spreads them immediately, accommodating you kneeling before him.
You peel off the condom, throwing it aside, before bracing yourself on his thigh with one hand. His palm comes down to land on top of your fingers running over the muscle of his upper leg. He caresses your hand as you close in on his cock, poking out your tongue to give it tiny kitten licks all over. His gaze never leaves you when your lips finally close around his leaking tip and he immediately twitches in your mouth with a whimper. Your lips are wet from precum and you let them run over his tip and down his shaft before taking him in properly. While you work your way down his length, your tongue flat against it, small whine-like sounds keep escaping him, contrasting the low groans he huffed out before and it’s making your head swim with need.
You hollow out your cheeks, sucking him down as far as you can go, your tongue swirling over his frenulum and through his slit on every upwards move. He’s too big to get all of him into your mouth, so you wrap your fingers around the remaining length, aiding with flicks of your wrist.
The groans from earlier begin to mix in between the higher-pitched whimpering, his fingers gripping on to yours harder as you keep going.
Jungkook is staring at you through the whole blowjob, mouth slightly agape, his chest heaving.
“So damn pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he muses between huffs, his free hand tangling into the back of your hair.
The praise goes straight to your pussy, throbbing and feeling neglected. You’re sure though it’s not going to be for long while you keep bobbing your head. And you were right, because soon after he peels you off himself gently by your hair, his other hand helping you up. He pulls you closer to him, slotting his lips against yours for a lazy kiss with his fingers grazing your jaw.
After breaking the kiss, he gets up, his sweaty back sticking to the leather producing a moist squelch, taking you with him and walking you over to the bed while stepping out of his jeans and boxers on the way. He lays you down on your back with an arm around you.
This time it’s him getting on his knees at the end of the bed. Jungkook grabs you by your waist and pulls you towards him, your legs spread around his head. He removes the panties still bunched up next to your pussy, taking a deep whiff of them before tossing them aside. He dips his head between your thighs immediately, mumbling against your core.
“You smell like heaven,” you can barely make out, his voice muffled by your skin, but it’s enough to make you moan at the dirty compliment. Maybe you have a praise kink that you weren’t aware of before, because he’s driving you insane.
The last thing you see before your head falls on the mattress is his twinkling eyes looking at you with hunger-blown pupils. Then his mouth is on you, his tongue running along your slit, lapping up the gathered arousal. Each pass of his tongue is pulling you further into oblivion and when he finally sucks your clit between his lips, all you can do is gasp and grip the bedsheets. His nose is pressed to your pubic mound as he lavishes at your pussy, relentlessly flicking over your most sensitive spot. He’s really not wasting any time, already having you right on the edge.
He alternates between his tongue and his lips in a mind-numbing rhythm and then two of his fingers push into you as well. Feeling him press his fingertips into your walls and working your clit at the same time has you arching off the bed.
“Don’t stop,” you plead, your orgasm approaching in a rapid pace.
With one last curl of his fingers inside you, you clench around them and come on his face. Your thighs close around his head, caging him in as your hips lift off the mattress accompanied by a strangled whimper. Your body twitches helplessly as he keeps lapping at your clit, bordering on overstimulation as your orgasm slowly ebbs down and you finally have to push his face away from between your thighs.
“Fuck, I could eat you out forever,” he groans, his lips and chin dripping in spit and your wetness as he reluctantly detaches from you. “I can’t get enough of your pussy. So sweet.”
You laugh breathlessly, slumping back on to your elbows. “Yeah, I could tell.”
He comes up from the floor, his palm wrapped around his rock-hard cock, stroking himself. When he looks down on you with hooded eyes, you grab his arm and pull him down. Jungkook chuckles as he lands on top of you, holding himself up with one arm so he doesn’t crush you.
His leg slots between yours and his cock drags along your hip, smearing precum on your skin when he crashes your lips together. After feverishly letting your tongues tangle and bodies rub against each other, giving you time to recover, he pulls away and rolls onto his back. Using the moment, you grab a condom from your backpack next to the bed before you follow along, swinging your leg over his thighs to straddle him. You put the protection on him with gentle hands, only tugging lightly a single time when you’re done. Hovering just above his twitching cock then, you start exploring his torso, fingers running across his abs up to his chest, feeling the taut muscle contract under your hands. You trace the tattoo that goes from his arm, over his shoulder down to his pecks. His nipples are hardened and you can’t resist brushing over them, small, dark and stiff, contrasting his pale skin. His hips hitch up at the teasing touch, making his cock glide between your labia. He whimpers and curses under his breath as he keeps sliding along your pussy, still puffy from the orgasm. The tip of his dick catches on your clit with every hump, your body now moving in sync to his motions, increasing the delicious friction.
On your last slide downwards, you angle your hips and with you still being soaked and spit-slick, his cock enters you without resistance. His hands on your ass tighten their grip as he sucks in a harsh breath. You can’t hold back your own drawn-out moan as your pussy is finally being filled out again. With your fingers splayed on his abdomen for support, you lift up slightly just to slam back down. There’s no slow start, you’re not playing around, immediately gyrating your hips with every bounce, your pussy gripping his cock tightly like it’s trying to rip it off.
The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping on skin, wet squelching every time you move back down on his cock and a symphony of both your moans echoing off the walls.
Jungkook lets you lead again, but after a while, he can’t help but thrust up into you, matching your rhythm and speed. You straighten out your back so you can reach behind you, cradling his balls, massaging them while you rock in his lap, before dipping down further to press into his taint firmly, pulling another whimper from him.
“Damn,” he presses out, his dick pumping into you. “You’re the best fucking ride of my life.”
With his cock dragging along your walls, you let yourself fall forward and his arms close around your lower back, holding you close. You rest your head against his shoulder, your ass still drawing circles on him, your cheeks ricocheting every time your hips meet. At this angle, your clit is now rubbing against him, making you gasp at the much-needed friction while he shoves into you from beneath. It doesn’t take long for you to get close again, so you grind down harder, chasing your high.
When your moans increase in volume, Jungkook digs his hands back into your ass.
“That’s it,” he breathes against your ear. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”
His words unravel you immediately, the coil in your stomach snapping and you come for a second time with a cry, the intensity almost overwhelming. Your pussy clenches around him tightly, making him groan through gritted teeth under you. You sob into his shoulder while you try to keep riding out your orgasm with trembling thighs and your whole body convulsing.
Jungkook doesn’t give you a chance to calm down this time. With strong arms, he lifts you off him and on your back. He stares down at you with dark eyes as he positions himself between your legs before he grabs the back of your knees and basically folds you in half. Jungkook rams his cock back into you without warning, the bed creaking loudly under the pistoning of his hips. You can do nothing but take his delicious slams into your sensitive pussy, too fucked out to contribute, your breathing coming out in shallow huffs between moans.
With a particularly harsh thrust, you hear a bed slat crash into the floor. Jungkook doesn’t seem to care that he’s not only taking you apart, but also the bedframe, rapidly approaching his orgasm judging by the stuttered grunts that reverberate around you. You feel like you’re getting vertigo from Jungkook all over and inside you, the effects of you coming so hard still lingering, having you blissed out and your brain comfortably empty.
It doesn’t take long for his movements to go choppy.
“Fuck, how are you still so tight… so… perfect,” he struggles to grit out between heavy breaths before his hips still and he releases his load inside you accompanied by stuttered moans. The fingers on the back of your thighs dig into your skin, probably leaving marks, as he continues pumping into you sloppily until your pussy has milked every last drop of cum out of him and he can’t hold himself up any longer. His body gives out, trembling, and he lets go of your legs before collapsing on top of you.
With his face in the crook of your neck, he exhales a shaky, incredulous laugh. Your fingers tangle into the back of his hair, caressing his scalp while he comes down. You are close to drifting off with Jungkook’s weight pressing into you, a calming feeling washing over you, when his voice startles you awake again.
“Are you okay?” he asks you with a hoarse voice, lifting himself off you, taking off the condom and settling against your side instead. His arm finds your middle and he pulls you closer.
“Better than the bed,” you giggle sleepily.
Reluctantly, you move out of his embrace, not willing to risk having to continue your road trip with a bladder infection.
“I’ll be right back,” you let him know.
You traipse to the bathroom to pee and when you come back, Jungkook is on his back, snoring lightly. You quickly pull on a baggy t-shirt and some panties and climb back into bed, careful not to wake him. When you snuggle into his side, his mouth curls into a smile and he hums.
“I’m taking you to breakfast before we go back tomorrow,” he mumbles with a sleep-tinged voice before drifting back off.
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Summary: You meet Jungkook for the first time when he comes to your piercing studio for some new ear jewelry. Something about getting pierced (and you) gives him the rush of his life that makes him want to come back. Not to get his ears pierced though.
Warnings: MDNI, explicit sexual content, short descriptions of getting ears and nipples pierced, bisexual JK (referenced), mentions of Taekook (Tae is a sadist as a background character), JK has a pain kink and is a massive flirt but also a total cutie, he's down bad, JK whimpering!!, semi-public make out sesh, fingering, oral (both receiving and it's sloppy af), PiV, unprotected sex (don't do this!), bit of dirty talk
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You glance at your phone to check the time; there’s one more appointment left until you close for today, and it’s in a few minutes. Quickly wiping down the bench and chair with disinfectant spray and preparing new disposable needles, you set everything up for your next client.
When you hear the door open, you swivel around on your rolling chair. Since it’s a Saturday, your receptionist is not at the studio, so you get up to check them in yourself.
“Is one of you my 3 pm appointment?” you ask after a quick greeting, as there are two guys standing in front of you.
One of them lifts his tattooed hand. “That would be me, yeah,” he says, “Jungkook.”
You let your eyes roam over him for a second. There’s a messy mop of dark hair on his head; it’s a bit wavy and looks like an overgrown mullet with the bangs almost reaching down to his big brown eyes. He’s wearing black clothes from head to toe and he’s still holding a motorcycle helmet in his hand, just like the other guy. You peek over his shoulder and see the ride parked in front of your shop. You wonder for a second if he’s the one driving or if he’s just the passenger princess.
“Yours?” you ask him, nodding towards the bike outside.
“Yeah, drove us here,” he lets you know, running a hand through his hair to brush the strands out of his face.
His ears are adorned with multiple silver hoops on both sides and he’s sporting two lip piercings, one ring to the side and a stud in the center. He’s also quite ripped, the muscles in his arm and chest contracting as he hands over the helmet to his friend, who puts it aside. When he shrugs off his jacket, leaving him in a simple black tank top, a whole-ass sleeve tattoo is revealed, stretching all the way from his ring-clad fingers over his shoulder to his clavicle.
Great, a buff tattooed biker. Just your type. You reprimand yourself for checking out your customer - what the fuck is wrong with you? You haven’t been on a date in ages, always focusing on your work, being self-employed turning out to be harder than you thought originally. And in the meager free time you get, you try to spend as much of it as you can with your friends. Maybe that’s catching up with you now. Damn. Keep it together. Be professional.
You inhale deeply while bending down over the desk, trying to regain your composure that you hope to god no one realized you lost for a moment.
“2 helixes, right?” you confirm, checking the appointment details on your computer. He nods.
“Brought your mate for support?” you tease, considering the guy is heavily tattooed and already pierced. It’s usually first-timers who bring friends along, but you’re not really judging as long as they don’t get in your way.
“Just didn’t have anything better to do,” his companion explains with a shrug of his shoulders. He’s pretty, kind of boyish looking, but his voice is deep and his exposed arms show that he’s probably spending a good amount of time at the gym as well. The corners of his mouth are upturned into a little smirk.
“Don’t lie, you enjoy seeing me suffer,” Jungkook retorts, chuckling at his friend.
Quite the good-looking pair, standing there in your studio. What a sight for sore eyes. You clear your throat, stopping yourself from staring at them for too long, and usher Jungkook towards the back, where you have your piercing station set up.
His friend sends him off with an encouraging slap to his ass and sits down in the waiting area, crossing his legs. The piercing station is still in line of sight, just slightly obscured by a side table. You like to be able to keep an eye on the entry to your studio, especially when you’re working alone, like today.
Jungkook sits down on the tattoo bed after you pat it, signaling him to take a seat.
“He can come back here to hold your hand, if you want,” you suggest, suppressing the laughter threatening to rise when you see him nervously tapping his fingers on his thighs as he waits for you to prepare your tools, rolling around on your little chair.
How did this guy survive getting his whole arm and shoulder decked out in tattoos? What a softie. But it’s kind of cute.
He laughs, apparently not taking offense to your playful digs, thankfully.
You’re a shit talker; you just can’t help it. No matter how hot the victim of your teasing might be, there’s always a stupid joke right on the tip of your tongue. Sometimes you wonder how it hasn’t cost you any customers yet. Quite the opposite - most of them usually seem to enjoy the banter. Maybe your clientele’s just made up of weirdos like yourself. Which you love, as you’ve always got along the best with outcasts and freaks; just people with some edge to them. And you’ve got the feeling the two men currently in your studio might fit the bill too.
Having stopped his fidgeting, he leans back on his hands, spreading his legs in the process, and lets his eyes wander over you as you pull on some black latex gloves. His gaze feels like lasers on your skin, sending a rush of heat to your cheeks.
When you make eye contact, you drop the marker you just picked up. Fuck, this is so embarrassing. Why’s he got to be so hot? He huffs out a little laugh as you roll back on your swivel chair and lean down to pick it back up.
Straightening your back, you scold yourself mentally and try to keep a relaxed face.
“Gonna mark you up, alright? Two on the same ear?”
He nods and you scoot closer with the cap of the pen between your teeth now. Once you’ve closed the distance, he’s looking down at you with a crooked smirk. You bite down on the plastic and decidedly avoid his eyes while you mark two dots on the upper part of his ear after disinfecting it first.
You roll back to let him stand up and check the placement out in the mirror. He hums in approval and plops back down in front of you.
“Not nervous anymore, huh?” you ask him, wondering a bit about his shift in demeanor.
“Never was. Just excited,” he says with an unnecessarily attractive wink. Oh, fuck you.
You scoff, trying to come off as nonchalant as possible. You’re not going to embarrass yourself any further, you decide.
You stand up to get the right angle for the piercing, the fresh needle in arm’s reach on the side table.
“Hold still now,” you demand as you step into his space.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he says with amusement written all over his face, straightening his shoulders to sit up.
Deciding to ignore his flirty remark – was it even flirty or are you just imagining things now? - you grab the packaged single-use needle and rip open the plastic.
You hear him take a sharp breath as you close in on his ear, his tattooed hand fisting the fabric of his baggy pants on his thigh as if bracing himself. You glance down and can’t hold back the smirk pulling up the corners of your lips.
With practiced precision, you shove the needle through the cartilage. He winces as the sharp metal pushes through and he’s gnawing on his bottom lip mercilessly while you insert the stud and screw it shut.
“You’ll draw blood if you bite down this hard,” you reprimand him with a soft voice and a reassuring smile. Baby.
A pink blush creeps up his neck as he looks up at you through his lashes, finally plopping his lip out from between his teeth. He clears his throat and adjusts his position, shifting on the bench, hands straightening out his pants. His lip is all puffy and red now, positively kissable if this were any other situation than your workplace. Bitch, calm down. The way you are switching between emotions with this guy can’t be healthy or sane.
“One down, another one to go,” you announce, struggling to keep a neutral expression and voice. “You ready?”
“Yeah, just go for it,” he nods with the cockiness from earlier already seeping back into his attitude.
You line up a fresh needle after disposing of the first one, and when you pierce his ear this time, a small whimper escapes his mouth before he can catch it. The sound goes straight to your head. Trying not to show the effect it has on you, you steady your hands with a deep breath and work the second stud in as well. Jungkook’s eyebrows are drawn together now, little huffs of breath leaving his slightly agape lips.
Stepping back out of his personal space to throw away the needle, you catch sight of his friend in the waiting area. He’s watching intently, grinning from ear to ear, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed behind his head. Maybe he does actually enjoy seeing Jungkook suffer.
After you put your tools aside and slide off your gloves, you turn back to check on him.
His shoulders are sagging back to a more relaxed position, but his pupils look somewhat blown. You have your cartilage pierced too, yeah, it’s not pleasant, but it does not hurt that bad. You try never to judge someone's pain threshold, but it's hard when it's a smug, buff guy in front of you, whining.
“You okay?” you ask him because he’s squirming on the tattoo bed again, in the process of composing himself.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips before he scoots forward to the edge of the seat.
“More than okay,” he sighs with a content slur in his voice. “Thank you.”
He pushes himself up to stand and suddenly, he’s very close to you. You cough to cover up the way you just briefly choked on your own spit and walk around him to the front of the studio with overly determined steps.
“Let me ring you up then,” you try to sound extra casual.
From the corner of your eye, you can see him adjust his pants, pulling them down a bit lower on his hips, before he steps out to the front desk as well. His mate now also comes up to the desk, putting his head on Jungkook’s shoulder from behind him.
“All done?” he asks, resting his chin in the dip between his neck and his arm, smiling.
Huh. Maybe you got this whole thing wrong, and he was in fact not being flirtatious at all and it was nothing but wishful thinking.
“Get Jungkook a reward on the way home, he was really brave back there,” you can’t stop yourself from joking, making him groan in response. “And I don’t keep any lollipops here.”
“I’ll make sure he’s taken care of,” the guy replies with a wink and extends his hand after stepping around Jungkook. “Taehyung, by the way. Roommate.”
When you turn back to Jungkook to check him out at the register, his cheeks are flushed again.
A few days go by and after a shit ton of clients, you have almost completely forgotten about the hot guy on a motorcycle. That is, until you see that you have a new follower on Instagram. Your mind immediately goes to Jungkook when you see the profile pic, even though it’s just a head obscured by a helmet in black and white and the profile is set to private. The name’s also not giving away anything, but you have a feeling it’s him.
Since you are curious and never cared much for playing games or appearing disinterested, you just send him a request back right away. Well, his phone must also currently be in his hand as you get the notification that he’s accepted your request only a few seconds later.
After a minute of you scrolling through his feed, you are interrupted by a message.
-ding- The notification pops up.
Wow, this dude really went straight back to talking shit. After swiping away the chat, you go back to check out his profile. Well, he definitely knows he’s hot. There are loads of pictures and videos of him on his bike, but also some dancing content. Okay, so he’s not only crazy attractive but also knows how to move his body. That’s so not fair. Ticking all your boxes.
Over the next 3 weeks, Jungkook and you keep on interacting, liking each other’s stories and posts. He’s popping up in your messages regularly too and you can’t deny the flutters you get every time he does, because your conversations have turned flirty insanely fast. It’s still mostly banter, but dear god, this guy is a menace, and you love it.
When you check your work schedule for the upcoming week, you almost miss his name, as he’s once again booked the last appointment on Saturday. You click on the booking to find he’s chosen two nipple piercings. Yeah, that’s going to look good on him. You’ve seen him topless in some of his insta posts, and a small burst of excitement buzzes up your neck at the prospect of getting to see him half-naked in real life. God, you’re so thirsty - you blame him at least partially though, for being such a flirt.
Jungkook’s unrelenting flirting just keeps coming until it’s finally Saturday and you feel like an idiot for being so giddy all day, just waiting for that last appointment. You are glad that you're alone at the studio; your receptionist would have definitely been able to tell that something’s up. You’ve known each other for a few years at this point after all.
Your phone vibrates while you’re wiping down your station.
Putting the phone back down without texting anything back, you go to check the soil of your potted plant for its level of moistness, just to have something to do, before sitting down behind the desk at the front. You’re fidgeting, so you pick up your water bottle and gulp down the cool liquid. Apparently it's you who needs watering. Just to pass the time until he arrives, you click through your pre-made playlists on the PC to find something that appeases you. And, just maybe, you are considering what Jungkook might like while choosing. But no one could torture that confession out of you.
You are ripped out of your thoughts when you hear the stutter of a motorcycle just outside your shop and you see Jungkook park his bike through the glass front of the studio. Unconsciously, you straighten up in your seat as he approaches the door, helmet in hand, dressed in black once again. As he enters, he runs his free hand through his messy hair before his gaze settles on you and his mouth pulls up into a smile.
You step around the desk to greet him, but before you can even start to overthink the interaction, he pulls you close and plants a small peck on your cheek. His hand on your shoulder lingers for a moment and makes your face heat up, so you clear your throat and move out from under him.
Admittedly, you might be a bit more courageous when it comes to flirting through a screen than you are face-to-face. Jungkook though - this man is a walking tease. Not an ounce of shame or shyness. And you’re absolutely eating it up. He’s not even been in the studio for 5 minutes and you’re already having all kinds of physical reactions to him.
For once, you are thankful for your ability of bottomless shit-talk. It helps you keep your nerves and hormones under control for the most part - and keeps you from embarrassing yourself by covering up the way you’re into him so fucking bad. You are kind of envious because it seems like he’s not even wasting a single thought on how he comes across; he’s exuding confidence, just going for what he wants.
“Coming in without emotional support today?” you joke. “Brave.”
“I think I’m in good hands,” he laughs. “Maybe you’ll have to hold my hand though.”
You shake your head at his shenanigans. “Wish I could, but I kinda need both of mine to stab your nipples.”
Suddenly, he holds out his palm towards you, making you raise your eyebrow in question.
“Go ahead, you can hold it now,” he says with a crooked smile, wiggling his fingers in invitation.
You groan but still grab it and entangle your fingers with his. “You’re so annoying.”
“And you love it,” he grins.
There’s nothing you can counter as he’s spot on.
You lead him towards the back of the studio, to the piercing station. Once there, you slip your hand out of his so you can set up your equipment. While rummaging around your drawers, picking out needles and the appropriate piercing bars, lining stuff up, inspecting tools, you can feel his gaze on you. When you turn around, he’s leaning against the tattoo bed with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face.
“What?” you ask him, playfully rolling your eyes.
“Nothing, you just look sexy working.”
You shake your head laughing, “Come on, let’s get this done. Take your shirt off.”
“Oh, forward, are we?” he wiggles his eyebrows but does as he’d told and shrugs off his tank top, leaving him in his black sweatpants slung low on his hips and his boxers peeking out at the top.
With your eyes roaming over his toned body, which he can for sure tell, you step closer, bending down a little so you can use your pen to mark his nipples for the piercings. Just as your face is only inches away, he flexes his chest muscles. It catches you by surprise and you swat at his arm, which just makes him giggle.
“Hold still, will you,” you scold him and put down little dots, so you know where to push through the needle. Moving back a bit, you inspect the placement, making sure they’re even. You let him check it out in the mirror too and when he seems satisfied, you instruct him to lie down on the cling-film-wrapped bench.
You plop down onto your rolling chair and tug on a pair of gloves before grabbing the disinfectant solution to put on a piece of gauze. Somewhat hovering, you lean over his torso. Damn this stupid tattoo bench, it’s not height-adjustable and it’s making it hard to reach, so you have to kind of get on your toes to swipe the wet gauze over his nipple on the side further away from you.
“Sorry, the angle is a bit shit to work,” you apologize to Jungkook after almost elbowing him in the chin. You should invest in a stepping stool at least until you replace the stupid bed. Since it’s pushed up against the wall, you can’t move around to the other side either.
“Would it be easier if you got up here too?” he asks you with a lopsided smile.
“I mean, yeah, but I can’t really go and straddle my clients. I’ll manage.”
“I don’t mind,” he shrugs and leans up on his elbows, patting the padded bench next to his thigh.
When he sees you hesitate, he leans over and reaches for your hand again. “Come on, hop on.”
Your body moves to comply before you can think about work ethic or professionalism, and you let yourself be pulled closer and you climb up. You end up with your knees on either side of his thighs.
You shake your head, laughing. “You are crazy.”
“And you are easy to convince,” he smirks at you, still propped up on his elbows.
You grab the prepared needles and sit back on his thighs. “They’re gonna hurt way more than your other piercings, just a warning.”
“Speaking from experience?” he says and when you lower your head to look at the front of your top, you see his gaze follow yours. You always wear thin and comfortable bras to work. There’s really no reason for being stabbed by wires or being constricted by padding if you can avoid it. Your nipples, including the two silver bars through them, are totally visible through the fabric. When you look back at Jungkook’s face, he’s still eyeing your tits and runs the tip of his tongue over his pierced lower lip. His gaze feels scorching, just like last time, but now it’s even worse because you are literally in his lap.
You cannot believe the position you are currently in. In your studio. On your client. Your super hot client as well. The situation is so insane, you’d laugh if it didn’t make your head spin slightly. Well, professionalism is out the window then. You pray to all the gods that no customer walks in on this.
His palm has snuck up to your thigh, resting there with a gentle but firm grip, as if to keep you in place. With one hand between his chest muscles, you push him down to get him to lie back.
“C’mere,” he breathes out. His free hand catches your wrist before you can lean back again, making you come down with him. Your faces only a breath apart, he moves his fingers to your jaw, caressing the skin there for a moment before he closes the distance between you and his lips land on yours.
Soft at first, he catches your lower lip between his and just rests against you. When you basically melt into the kiss, he opens up to let his tongue run over your lips. Your mouth is already slightly agape since you didn’t anticipate the kiss. You sigh into him, lips slotting together properly now and you only break apart when you both need to come up for air. He places one last peck on you before smiling up at you, his hand still on your face, now playing a little with the hair at the nape of your neck.
“Wanted to do that since I walked in.”
Your face feels hot and so does the rest of your body, but you remind yourself that you still have some piercing to do, so you sit back on his thighs again.
“Um, your nipples have to be like, hard, for the piercing,” you mumble, suddenly feeling a bit awkward to request this from the comfort of his lap.
He chuckles at your sudden shyness and grabs your gloved hand to place it on his pecks. “You can help me out there, right?”
You bite your lip, but start to move your splayed fingers over his chest in a tentative way, softly brushing over his nipples. When his breath hitches a little at your touch, you forget what you are doing here for a second and swipe over his buds with a firmer hand, making him arch up into the caress.
“Mh, sensitive, huh?” you mutter before remembering the job you’re supposed to do.
Jungkook seems to have a moment of clarity as well, since it’s him this time clearing his throat. “Hey, I should probably let you know, just so I don’t surprise you with it - I’ll definitely get hard when you pierce my nipples.”
Oh? Your eyes widen at his unexpected confession, but you’ve been confronted with weirder things in your life.
When you don’t respond immediately, he keeps talking. “I just wanted to tell you, cause if it makes you uncomfortable or anything, we can just not go through with it. That’s totally fine. But it’s 100 percent going to happen.”
He relaxes visibly when you start giggling.
“I’m in your lap rubbing your chest, you think a boner is going to weird me out?” you ask him incredulously. “Is it about the nipples or about the piercing?”
His hand rubs up and down your thigh when he explains, “It’s the pain. Gives me a such a rush. Every piercing. And it really doesn’t help that you’re fucking hot. I thought you might have figured that out last time already, but I guess I hid it well enough.”
“So, what, you hook up with your piercers every time you get one?” you ask, genuinely curious.
Jungkook laughs. “Oh, no. I’ve never fucked any of them.” The corners of his mouth pull up into a mischievous grin now. “If you really want to know…”
“I do,” you interrupt him, unconsciously shifting around on his thighs a bit.
“Tae usually takes care of it after. I didn’t lie when I said he likes to see me suffer. He figured out I get hard from the pain after the second piercing I ever got, when I arrived back home still rock hard. And we found out he’s a bit of a sadist, so he gets off on it too.”
That is not even in the same realm of what you expected him to tell you. Really casual too. But oh my god, does the thought turn you on. You catch the groan threatening to escape you at the last second by biting your lip. You’ve only kissed, but something about this situation is making a familiar longing spread between your legs already.
“Ready?” you ask Jungkook somewhat breathless and adjust your seat on his lap.
One hand still on you, the other now behind his head, he nods with that annoyingly sexy smirk of his.
You finally unwrap a needle and scoot upwards on his legs to get a good angle. You didn’t think about it, but you are now no longer sitting on his thighs, instead you feel his dick press into you. You can tell he’s girthy even though he’s only semi-hard at this point. Saliva is collecting in your mouth and you have to swallow so you don’t have drool dripping down your chin because of the mere thought of his cock. Oh lord, get a fucking grip.
Taking a steadying breath, you pinch one of his nipples between your fingers and you can already feel him tense up under you in anticipation. When you push the needle through, the first thing you feel is his dick reacting to the pain. Jungkook’s eyes are closed, mouth agape and he actually whimpers while his hand on your thigh grips you harder, digging into the flesh. Maybe you shove the needle through his nipple a bit slower than you usually would to prolong his writhing and panting under your touch, because the sounds he’s making are going straight to your pussy. At this rate you’re going to leave a wet spot in his lap, but you don’t find even a single cell in your body to care about it. Not when he’s coming apart by your hands like this.
His hips buck up into you when you pull the silver bar through after the needle and screw the piercing shut, his breathing coming out in huffs.
“Are you doing okay?” you ask. As horny as you are, you still want to make sure. If his dick is any indication, he’s doing fine though.
“I’m fucking great actually,” he manages to answer you between heavy breaths. He opens his eyes and holds your gaze when he’s somewhat calmed down and he flashes you a big smile. His palm wanders a bit further back to your ass to press you into him harder, making you rub your crotch over his now fully hard cock. Your sigh comes at the same time as his low groan. Gosh, you’re really craving more friction, but there’s still one more piercing to go.
You’re starting to get impatient. Your heated body is taking over control, usurping the space rationality held in your brain slowly but surely, replacing it with the need for more touches, closeness, more skin on skin.
The needle goes through faster this time but Jungkook’s reaction to it isn’t any less crazy than before. You can’t believe how much his whiny voice turns you on. It’s in stark contrast to his hard body and the masculine vibe that usually surrounds him. Hastily, you dispose of the needles and your gloves after finishing the piercing and the ball is screwed onto the bar. You finally want to touch him without the latex separating your skin from his.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, his voice sounding rough now, already ruined. You splay your fingers on his stomach, running them up and down, feeling every ridge as if you’re trying to memorize them. Jungkook bucks his hips up into you, making you fall forward. Your hands are planted on either side of his head and you can’t resist kissing him when you look down at his blissed out face, forehead a bit sweaty, strands of his dark hair sticking to it. He immediately opens his mouth, his tongue licking into you with his palms now holding you in place by your hips. One of them sneaks up and under your top, caressing your lower back while your lips move against each other.
When you lift your head again, a thin string of saliva follows you until he breaks it with his tongue, swiping it over his bottom lip. “Fuck,” you repeat his words from before and huff out a laugh. When you go to brush some of his hair out of his face, you catch sight of the helix piercings you gave him a few weeks back. Taken aback by the state of them, angry red, you move back a bit further. By this point, they shouldn’t look like that at all, all irritated and inflamed.
“What the hell happened to those?” you inquire, your finger softly touching his ear.
Jungkook chuckles quietly. “Tae happened to them.”
“You know as a professional I can’t fucking condone this,” you scold him, half joking since, well, he’s an adult and if he wants to walk around with his ear hurting, that’s his prerogative. “What does he even do to them?”
“Curious?” he grins. “Tugging, biting. Whatever hurts.”
“Those are so getting infected. Maybe I should have given you the aftercare talk after all,” you say, shaking your head.
“Not my first piercing, remember?” Jungkook runs a finger along the silver hoops all over his lobe. “And not my first rodeo with Taehyung either,” he adds with a wink.
“You really like it that much, huh?” you more so state than ask and brush your finger over his chest just next to his areola.
This absolutely goes against your work ethic, but curiosity gets the better of you.
Scooting back, you reposition yourself on his thighs again rather than his crotch. You swipe harshly over his freshly stabbed nipple, drawing a hiss from Jungkook that is immediately followed by a visible twitch of his dick. Spurred on by his reaction, you repeat the action, making him whimper in a high-pitched tone.
Oh. Now you get why his roommate is into it. It’s delightful, the way he reacts.
“Save the drooling for when you suck my dick,” Jungkook teases you, although in a broken voice, when you just stare at him for a moment, eyes moving between his dick and his face.
Your breath hitches at his words because you realize that you’ve never wanted anything more in your life than to get your mouth on this guy’s cock.
You scramble to get off of him and the tattoo bed and he leans up on his elbows again, looking at you questioningly.
“Get up, I got a back room,” you tell him and extend your hand towards him in invitation.
He lets you pull him up and as soon as he’s on his feet, he wraps his arms around you from the back, nuzzling against your neck.
“I.. let’s lock the door first,” you stutter when his tongue licks over the sensitive skin behind your ear.
All entangled, you make your way through the studio to the entrance, Jungkook not letting even an inch of space get in between your bodies.
Once you’ve twisted the lock, you spin around and crash your lips into his, making out like a carefree horny teenager, not wasting a single thought on the fact that you’re standing right by the glass front of the shop. You really haven’t felt like this in a while. His hands are roaming your body while you kiss, rubbing up your sides under your top before his palm lands on your ass and squeezes, making you groan into his mouth.
Reluctantly, you break away, grabbing his hand again and start moving past the piercing station to a door that reads “Private” on it. You push through and as soon as the hinges click, Jungkook is pressing you up against it and his mouth latches on to your neck again, sucking harshly before running his tongue over the bruises he’s surely leaving. Good thing you don’t have to work until Tuesday.
Your hips roll against him on their own accord, searching for any kind of friction. When he removes his body from yours, you stumble forward and he catches you, chuckling. He grips the bottom of your top and pulls it over your head, leaving you in thin lace barely covering your tits.
Suddenly, his mouth is back on you and you start pushing him in the direction of the big couch at the far end of the room. When the backs of his knees hit the seat, he plops down. He’s leaning back into the cushions, arms laid out on the backrest, his legs spread wide while you fumble with the button of your pants before shrugging them down your legs. He licks his lips once at the sight of you in your underwear, then pats his thigh, urging you to climb on.
You don’t need to be told twice, you actually probably never moved faster. Once in his lap, you clasp your hands behind his neck and immediately grind down into his crotch.
“So desperate,” he coos and you don’t even care because, yes, you are.
With one palm on your chest he makes you lean back and his fingers travel down your front until they reach the waistband of your panties. You almost rut up against him, eager to be touched where you’re already burning up from longing.
His digits ghost along the fabric for a moment, driving you insane.
“Please,” you whisper helplessly.
He smirks at your plea and his movement pauses. “What do you need, huh? Tell me.”
“Please, just, touch me,” you beg.
Thankfully, he doesn’t tease you any further and just complies with your wish, his hand immediately reaching further down to move the fabric to the side to reveal your pussy. With one finger, he glides in between your folds before he halts.
“Shit,” he groans, his eyes going wide. “You’re so fucking wet for me already.”
His pelvis bucks up against his hand at the realization, making his finger press into you harder. You gasp, falling forward against his shoulder, while he keeps brushing against your core.
Panting, with your face rested against him, you reach your own palm down to grip his cock beneath you through his sweats. With urgency, you tug at his waistband and with his help and a lift of his hips, you pull his sweats and boxers down just far enough for his hard dick to spring free and slap against his stomach.
He removes his fingers from you and unclasps your bra, one-handed and routinely. You let it fall down your arms, your bare tits directly in front of his face. He palms them, kneading them with a low groan before scooting down further into the couch to a reclined position. His hands on your ass now, he guides you down until your soaked pussy makes contact with his shaft that’s lying flat against him.
Steadying yourself on his shoulders, you start moving your lower body, your cunt gliding over his length without resistance, your arousal spreading all over him. You tilt your hips to get a better angle and when your clit finally gets the stimulation you’ve been craving, you almost crumble in his lap. His fingers dig hard into your ass cheeks, spurring you on to keep moving. When you catch on the head of his dick on a forward grind, his head falls back with his mouth open.
You feel the tension in you build up faster than you’re used to and you’re caught by surprise when you are pushed over the edge after only a few more passes over his cock. Your body trembles, your lips part and you let out a stuttering, desperate moan. Holding on for dear life, you clutch his shoulders while you ride out your high with your head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. Your pussy clenches around nothing and your clit throbs throughout your orgasm. When it’s over, you slump against him, your face in the crook of his neck.
“Shit,” you pant against his skin. “I’ve never come this fast in my life.”
“Fuck, that was so hot. Coming apart so easily in my lap,” he swears and you feel his dick twitching under you.
Once you’ve gathered some strength after Jungkook soothingly rubs your back, as if praising you, you slide off him and lower yourself to the floor in front of the couch.
You reach for his cock, slathered in your slick, when Jungkook leans forward and takes hold of the back of your head. He looks straight into your eyes when he runs two fingers through the wetness next to his dick. “Look at the mess you made,” he mutters before putting his glistening fingers up to your mouth. Obediently, you part your lips, letting him put his digits in your mouth. You suck on his fingers, tasting yourself on them. At the same time, you start stroking his cock and he moans lowly, still holding eye contact with you before finally releasing your head and pulling his fingers back out.
He leans back again and brushes some hair out of his face, his gaze never leaving you.
You close in on him, the drool that’s been collecting in your mouth at the sight of his dick finally being put to use, and you let the spit drip on the head of his cock where it’s mixing with the pre cum that’s already been pooling in his slit. With your fist closed around him, you let your thumb swipe through it once with an upwards stroke before putting your lips around him. When you look up at him through your lashes, he’s staring at you open-mouthed with his pupils blown wide.
You smile around his dick, knowing you give great head and the fact that he already looks so ruined makes joy ignite inside you.
You start taking him in inch by inch, going down lower with each bob of your head, accompanied by firm strokes of your fist. Once he’s buried in you down to your throat, you hum around him. His reaction is immediate, a broken moan. His hands fist the fabric of the couch next to his thighs. When his hips twitch, you breathe through your nose, suppressing the urge to gag. He’s bigger than you thought, but you love how stretched your lips are around his cock. As you can’t fit any more of him down your throat, you work the remaining length with your hand, twisting your wrist with each stroke.
You rise up on your knees so that you can reach your free hand up to his torso. Snaking your fingers over his defined abs, you finally find what you were looking for. Your palm rubs over his newly pierced nipple and a whimper immediately echoes through the room.
“Shit,” Jungkook curses under heavy breaths when you keep rubbing over the nub while running your tongue over his cock.
He’s writhing beneath your touch, his hips lifting up with each pass, almost choking you.
“Fuck, stop,” he presses out, his hand gripping yours on his nipple. You plop out his dick and look at him with innocent eyes.
“Hm?” you ask.
“If you want me to fuck you, you gotta stop or I’ll come down your throat.”
You chuckle but comply because, dear god, do you want him to fuck you.
He moves around on the couch and pulls his knees up under him. “Lie down,” he orders you. “I need to get my mouth on your pussy.”
Once you’re on your back with your legs spread around him, he leans over you, his necklaces dangling above you, grazing your tits. While he kisses you, his fingers wander to your cunt, where he swipes deftly between your soaked folds. He finds your entrance and pushes one digit in at an agonizingly slow pace. This time it’s you who whimpers, finally feeling something inside you.
His finger curls at just the right spot every time he pumps it inside, making your toes curl on each pass. His lips leave yours just as he adds his middle finger, increasing the pleasure even further.
Jungkook scoots back and down until his face is just in front of your core. When his mouth finally closes around your clit, it feels like electricity is coursing through your body and you tremble. With his fingers still stroking your insides, he alternates between sucking on your sensitive spot and licking across it with a flat tongue. This is what heaven must be like. You are in absolute bliss at how he feels all over you. With his free hand he grabs yours and places it into his hair. Guessing what he’s trying to get you to do, you pull on the strands, testing. You definitely guessed correctly. He groans against your pussy, mouth falling slack for a second before he’s back to licking between your labia and back up to your clit, now increasing the speed at which he’s flicking his tongue.
You can feel the familiar tension in your lower body creeping up again and the fingers on his scalp tighten. It’s crazy how he’s already working you up to another orgasm so fast, but you pull on his hair and basically peel him off you. His lips wet with your arousal and spit, he looks up at you confused, his eyes unfocused, fingers still buried inside you but now stilling.
“I wanna come on your cock,” you tell him, surprised by the bluntness of your own words once they slip out. Your cheeks heat up in shame but when you see his eyes grow dark with lust, all embarrassment is quickly shoved to the back of your mind.
His fingers slipping out of you, leaving you feeling empty, he crawls up your body and catches one of your breasts in his mouth on the way up. He swirls his tongue around your nipple, making you arch up from the couch into his body.
“Your wish is my command,” he grins once his lips have left your tit.
He reaches for his dick between you when he suddenly halts. “You got a condom?”
Shit. You didn’t even think about this.
“Not in the studio. You didn’t bring one?” Did he really come here unprepared? You almost can’t imagine it.
“I did, but they’re out front in my bag.”
Your head falls back in defeat and you groan. You really don’t want to interrupt this, you feel like your body is on fire and you’re so fucking impatient already.
“Fuck it, I’m clean and on birth control. What about you?”
He raises his eyebrows, surprised. “Clean, recently tested. You sure?”
Without answering, you sit up, pushing him back into the couch into a sitting position. Crashing your lips into his, you climb back on him, fist closing around his cock. “Shit, alright then,” he pants, laughing, after breaking away from your mouth.
You lift your hips and line his dick up to your entrance before slowly lowering yourself onto him. Your stuttering gasps and his low groans are melting together into a nasty symphony until you are fully seated on him. His arm is wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him. After catching your breath for a moment, adjusting to the absolutely heavenly stretch, you tentatively start rising up a bit and move back down, finding a good rhythm. With your hands on his shoulders, you’re bouncing on his cock, rolling your hips so that he’s brushing against your g-spot on each grind downwards, making your fingers dig into his flesh.
Jungkook counters your movement with a snap of his hips each time, making your ass cheeks shake and dousing the room in a dirty euphony of skin slapping against skin, moans and whimpers.
His mouth finds your ear and when he whispers, the fan of his hot breath makes you erupt into goosebumps. “Taking me so well, fuck, riding me like you’re made for it.”
He slams up into you hard, making you yelp, before grabbing your waist harder and flipping you over on your back. Wasting no time, he pushes his cock back into you, rolling his hips. His elbows are resting next to your head while he’s rocking into you.
You can feel his breath ghost over you with each pump as he’s gasping in sync while the metal of his necklaces sways against you. You already feel like you’re about to lose the last thread of sanity you’ve been holding on to, when he sits back and places his hand on your pubic mound. He shakes his head to move the hair sticking to his sweaty skin away before two of his fingers run down between your folds to find your clit.
You can’t do anything but grip the cushion of the couch while he keeps fucking into you at an unrelenting pace while circling your clit with the pads of his fingers. The heat in your core is fired up even more when he increases the pressure of his fingers, and you’re barely holding on when he slightly changes the angle of his hips. With another slam into you, you’re falling apart on his cock.
You’re screaming out when the earth-shattering orgasm washes over you, your cunt clenching helplessly around his cock. Your body is thrashing around under him as your loud and unabashed moans echo through the air, unable to hold them back. You rock your pelvis into him, chasing the feeling with trembling legs. When the high finally wavers, you go limp as he removes his fingers from you. He keeps fucking you, his movements getting more uncoordinated with each stroke, your body trying to keep up through the overstimulation. Your hand finds one of his thighs, digging your nails into him, probably scratching him bloody. You can tell he’s close when the volume of his grunts increases, and his thrusts get more sloppy. Then his body stills for a second before he pulls out of you. He falls forward on to one hand, his other wrapped around his rock-hard dick. Quickly, you reach your own hand between your bodies and find his nipple, pinching it. Trembling and groaning at your touch, he strokes his cock, once, twice, before he shoots his hot load over your stomach, some droplets even landing on your throat. His mouth hangs slack and his arm shakes next to your face, struggling to hold himself up. With one last moan, his twitching cock stops spurting cum and his hand releases it before he collapses onto you, smearing the mess between your bodies.
He's panting into your neck, exhausted, before he rolls off you, still squeezed to your side, as the couch doesn’t allow for any space between you. Your skin is sweat slick and covered in cum, but you couldn’t care less and apparently, neither does he. He’s cuddled up against you, one arm thrown over your middle, eyes closed and a lazy smile tugs on his lips.
“You’re okay?” he asks with a slurred voice.
“More than,” you giggle and place a peck on his forehead.
You lust lay there for a few minutes, slowly regaining your ability to think.
“We should probably get cleaned up,” you sigh into the stillness of the moment.
He pouts and pulls you closer, not ready to get up. “Gimme a few more minutes.”
You roll your eyes but nuzzle into him anyway. Your head starts to go fuzzy and before you can fight it, you doze off in Jungkook’s arms.
When your eyes snap open again, he’s smirking at you.
“Hello again,” he giggles.
You shimmy out from his hold, stretching your arms above your head.
“So, is Taehyung not gonna be jealous?” you ask, still not sure about what kind of relationship those two have.
“Nah,” Jungkook shrugs with a smile. “He’ll get to play tomorrow.”
After a short pause and you snorting in response to his shamelessness, he continues with a wiggle of his brows, “But maybe I’ll just bring him along next time.”
Your initial reaction is to scoff but then you consider it for a second.
“You know what, yeah.”
“Oh?” Jungkook laughs.
“But before you ask - I’m not going to pierce your dick.”
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A/N: Thank you so much for reading :] Please consider reblogging or commenting if you enjoyed, or if you're shy, feel free to send us an anonymous ask! <3
i'm curious, for the upcoming chapters of hell yeah, should we put the names of the people who are involved into the smut warnings? or should we keep the suspense and not mention them until you get there while reading? 👀 we could also make a separate post, like an announcement, with a "read more" cut and put it under there, so everyone who wants to know can check it out
