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Yours To Keep

Slightly inspired by Pinnochio

Pairing: Hermit Crab Namjoon x Taehyung

Word Count: 3,303

As far as life as a captive pet went, little Namjoon the hermit crab had it pretty good. He often missed the coastal home he was taken from, as well as his brothers and sisters that were now undoubtedly scattered all over the country - if any of them were even still alive. He’d learned the hard way during his time in the pet shop that many hermit crabs didn’t live very long, as most humans didn’t feel the need or desire to do all the work to give the crabs a proper home.

solastia

Knotting Hill | 3 - Epilogue

Pairing: Taehyung x Namjoon

Word Count: 1,092

Summary: When Alpha Taehyung starts the porn video titled “Knotting Hill,” he wasn’t prepared for the way his instincts were screaming at him to claim the beautiful Omegan porn star, Namjoon.

Genre & Warnings: Smut! With some feelings, course. This whole thing is basically just an excuse for some Vmon smut. Porn star! au. Nothing really triggering, I don’t think.

A/N: Sorry for the delay! I have been bogged down with work and was too tired to do much with this when I got home, but the end is here. It’s kinda short and smut-free, but I thought it tied it up nicely. If you guys want it, I can make plans to add to this universe in the future, with maybe a Yoonjinkook chapter and one for Hoseok and Jimin? Maybe one for the Knotting hill movie itself lmao. Just let me know. Enjoy!

Somehow, Seokjin’s dinner had migrated to Taehyung’s own apartment. He’s pretty certain that the massive amount of people crowded around his dining room table were actually the first ones to ever actually use it.

Thankfully, his boss knew him well enough to have brought his own cooking equipment AND ingredients. He’d even forced Yoongi hyung to help him cook, which the Omega had done without complaint, surprising everyone. And the sounds! There was the chaos of everyone trying to talk over each other, the overdramatic sound effects as everyone enjoyed their food, and the laughter…so much laughter. Taehyung smiled to himself as the silence of his barren apartment became a memory.

Seokjin sat at the head of the table, which seemed fitting despite the fact that this wasn’t even his house. On either side of him were his two new mates, Yoongi and Jungkook. The two were completely whipped for their Beta and Taehyung was happy to see his formerly in-denial-about-being-lonely boss being doted on like he deserved.

Somehow the Alpha/Alpha couple, Jimin and Hoseok, had also been invited. It turned out that Hoseok was Yoongi’s best friend and Jimin claimed to be Jungkook’s best friend (something Taehyung was not okay with because he was there first). He was willing to admit that both were perfectly likable and charming, despite the fact that his first impression of them had already been skewed due to seeing them both balls deep in his Omega. But still - very nice guys.

Best of all though, was the person sitting next to him and sneaking a hand across to hold his own. Taehyung peeked over at Namjoon in curiosity, but the other just smiled comfortingly and laid his head on his shoulder.

It had only been a week, but Taehyung could hardly imagine a life without Namjoon now. He was everything he hadn’t known he’d needed. He was calm and rational, keeping Taehyung balanced when his mind was often going a mile a minute. He was so smart and thoughtful, and Taehyung had never imagined having a mate that he could not only love but look up to. He honestly thought Namjoon could do absolutely anything that he put his mind to, and he couldn’t be prouder that such an amazing person, Omega or not, was meant for him.

And the sex was, of course, incredible. There were benefits to having a porn star for a mate, it seemed, as Taehyung now had a more active sex life as a mated person than he ever had single. His mate could do the most amazing thing with his tong…

“So, Taehyungie. Seokie and I were wondering what video it was that did it for you?”

Jimin was smiling at him innocently, but the little glint in his eyes told Taehyung to be careful around this one. The table erupted into snickers as they all eagerly awaited his answer.

“Uhhhh,” he began, blush blooming on his cheeks as he peeked over at his mischievously smirking mate. He’d already admitted to Namjoon what movie it had been, so the Omega was now just being a brat and reveling in his misery.

“Knotting Hill,” he mumbled, stuffing a piece of food into his mouth to avoid further questions.

“Knotting Hill…” Hoseok furrowed his brow as he tried to remember. Jimin smacked his arm gently.

“Remember babe. It was the one based on a movie. We had a book shop and Joonie was a celebrity that came to visit.”

Hoseok’s face clears and he grins at Namjoon in a way that makes Taehyung want to box it off. But he wasn’t a jealous person, he swears. It’s just…screw that guy.

“That’s right. Namjoonie wore that diamond collar and took us both. Good times.”

Bless Seokjin, who clapped loudly to draw attention to himself and declare it was time for dessert.

Namjoon leaned over just as Jungkook was bringing in some sort of pie thing and whispered in Taehyung’s ear.

“I brought the collar with me today.”

His mate’s whispered promise went straight to his dick and he suddenly shot up in his chair so fast it tumbled over. He stared frantically at the surprised faces of everyone (except for the smirking Omega next to him).

“Everyone, it’s been lovely. It’s time to go now.”

Seokjin looked at him like he’d grown a second head. “What? We haven’t even started dessert. Or cleaned up.”

“Hyung,” Taehyung’s clipped voice sounded like he was grinding his teeth. “Thank you. Love you. Out.”

Yoongi, that god of a man that Taehyung was going to worship for the rest of his days for this, seemed to grasp the situation quickly. He chuckled as he glanced between Taehyung and Namjoon, sending the younger a quick nod.

“Have fun you two. Everyone, let’s go. Hyung will get you ice cream.”

The promise of the treat seemed to do the trick as everyone filed behind Yoongi and finally left, even if Seokjin and Hoseok were both grumbling about the mess left behind as they went.

And finally, it was quiet again, but this time he didn’t mind it because all he had to do was turn around to see his mate’s dimpled smile as he held out his hand and led him to the bedroom.

Because Taehyung wasn’t alone anymore. He had the most beautiful future ahead of him with the most perfect partner at his side.

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Tats’n’Thots

Author; Deaths_Impala

Pairing; Taekook

Ad Tags; tattoo artist au; TattooArtistTae; Age Difference; Smut; BottomJungkook; TopTaehyung;

Word Count; 12,369

Summary; “Jeon Jeongguk, hear me out.” Taehyung says with a grin. “I feel inspired, and I want to work with you, so how about this: let me tattoo you in any way I want, free of charge – with your input of course.”

Seokjin: are you and Taehyung dating?

Jungkook: What? No! Certainly not!

Seokjin: What do bees make?

Jungkook: ....honey?

Taehyung, from the other room: yes, mon amour?

Seokjin: don't ever fucking lie to me again.

Vkook reaction to ass tattoos

Taehyung: I'm not drunk enough for this..

Jungkook: You'll be fine Tae.

Taehyung: Okay, I trust that you'll make my ass look pretty.

Jungkook: .....your ass?

Taehyung: Where else did you think I'd get it?

Jungkook: Idk if you know this but...you have other body parts...

Taehyung: Your initials wouldn't look perfect anywhere else though.

Jungkook: ......

Taehyung: ......

Jungkook: Okay, you're way too drunk for this...

tatertotthethot

The Doms Next Door— (TaeKook X Reader!)

Part 1 • Part 2.0 • Part 2.1 | Part 3.0|

Word count: 5.6K

Warnings/AN: More casual cursing; More steamy flirting; introduction of an angsty/grungy/muscular/tattooed/pierced/sexualized Jungkook; sexual references, of course; over-dramatic reader; the use of the word “orbs”… IF YOU WIND UP FALLING IN LOVE WITH KOOKIE’S CHARACTER, I recommend you listen to “Take A Slice” by Glass Animals and “Seven Day Binge” by Marilyn Manson. Just throwing that out there! ENJOY! 💕 and please, let me know what you think! 😁

• all images used in this collage were found off the internet. They are not mine.

“Our next little experiment”— Two very bold things said so subtly in a single sentence; anyone from the outside-looking-in wouldn’t have given it a second thought. You, however, were hyper-aware of the fact that Tae punctuated such words by resting his other hand on your opposite shoulder, sensually groping the tense muscles beneath your shirt as he presented you before this.. man. Goosebumps radiated all the way to your finger tips.

Dark. Beautiful. Hot. Nose ring. Tall. Lean. Big. Scary. Shirtless. Wow. Tan. Muscles. Veins. Biceps. Abs. V-line. Tattoos. Tattoos. Holy shit, tattoos. Nipple piercings. Fuck— So much to take in. Your eyes were pretty much bouncing around every visible piece of him like some sort of cracked-out pin-ball machine.

A dark, shaggy fringe of hair fell over a face that was so precise in its structure, that the natural, baked glow of his bronzed skin looked more like a flesh-mask sheathing over a head chiseled from pure rock— or a full body statue, in general. He almost looked too toned to be human, really.But judging by the rise and fall of his brick-like chest, he was very much alive. It made your core flutter and your gut wrenched at the same time as you observed the mass of muscles that bulged beneath his tight skin, and the various, vivid sections of ink decorating the circumference. None of them were connected, just individual images scattered out from the base of his neck, pass his burly shoulder, down his rippling biceps, over his veiny forearms, and down to the knuckles of his… very harmful-looking hands. His abdomen was bare but sported an exquisite 6-pack, his fibrous chest displaying the large image of a tiger, fighting some huge snake…. But the silver studded nipple rings just.. wow. You could’ve just kissed the tips of your quaking fingers at how tasteful they looked, like perfect ornaments.

Your line of vision ended at the band of his ”Supreme“ boxers, peering out just above the hem-line of his black cargo pants. They were a loose fit, but did nothing to hide the fact that his thighs and calf-muscles were just as thick and prominent as the rest of him.. and you should really stop being so obvious.

You scolded yourself as you looked back up at those colorless pools in the center of his almond-shaped eyes, only to discover that they were more like black pits of molten tar as they trapped you in place. He was holding nothing back, either; willfully zeroing in on you like you were some sort of shiny chew toy within Tae’s hold.

“Beautiful People” by Marilyn Manson was what blared out in the background as the door swung closed behind him, which was a song you always imagine being used by a cannibalistic psychopath, to terrorize and drown out the screams of their victims. It was oddly fitting, considering this guy looked like he tend to feast on the occasional soul between meals, and probably eats a bowl of nails in the morning for his daily iron.

And that’s when you began seeing him in a more.. predatory light. It was a corny comparison, but you kinda felt like this was a more twisted version of when Little Red Riding Hood met the Big Bad Wolf… Only there was two now.

All of this happened within the span of 5-or-so seconds, and you were so wired and overactive with adrenaline that you couldn’t seem to focus, nor miss out on a single detail. Everything was heightened, alert. Why was there so much tension? Is it just you? You couldn’t tell— You know what, scratch that— he was definitely egging it on with that look in his fucking eyes. Sure, there’s actual Nuns who are more sexually experienced than you are, but dammit, everything about him screams of a superior alpha-male with a domineering sex-drive, and you were picking it up like it was a sixth sense. It’s been 10 seconds now and you already felt like this man was thoroughly fucking your brain.

"Are you not going to introduce yourself?” Taehyung questioned with a chime, making the guy’s eyes cunningly linger up at him. “Don’t scare the girl, Jungkook.”

Mary, Mother of God. This, is Jungkook. He was just as gorgeous— no, he was just as painfully attractive, as Tae. But boy, were they different. Nothing about him seemed gentle or discreet. You felt like wanted to get his hands on you too, but in a much more violent manner. And yet, he was just standing there, watching the two of you— assertiveness and shirtless. WHY?

A curve came to those perfectly-shaped lips, and aside from noticing the black hoop-ring around his left nostril and that several other piercings scattered along the cartilages of his ears, you were slightly astonished by the dimples that appeared beside the corners of his mouth. They seemed almost too boyish and soft of a feature to be matched with such a sly, conniving expression.

“Too late— she’s already looking at me like I’m holding a gun to her head,” he spoke, eyes dropping back down at you. You were so fazed by how smooth and youthful his voice sounded that it took a little longer for the effects of his words to settle in. “Can’t wait to see the kind of look you’re gonna give me when I’m shoving a needle through your nose. Did you bring your ID?”

That caused your tendons to lock up at the harsh visual, making your insides churn.

“Yes, I have it. But, uhm… I don’t know if I’m still gonna get the nose piercing,” you skittishly confessed, an inner conflict that didn’t even surface, until now. This was the highly-qualified profession who was responsible for all those piercings you seen on Instagram. Surely, he was more than capable. But the thought of giving him permission to actually puncture your skin wasn’t soothing your paranoia at all.

“Oh, come on. Why not?” he said with a obvious amount of sarcasm, feigning sadness with a halfhearted pout. “You’d look so cute with a little diamond on your nose. I was actually looking forward to doing it.”

“Looking forward? You must’ve taken a look at my instagram, too,” you noted, masking the perk in your system. The way he said cute had echoed about 3 times in the back of your head as you spoke.

“Well, yeah— I’m the one that showed you to Tae,” he pointed out, so passive as he strolled over to you.

You momentarily began to wonder: how deep did they go with their research? They were complete strangers to you but their approach seemed so.. acquainted. It was weird, but despite how chaotic your emotions were, you were kinda okay with letting them break the ice… even if their behavior was a little alarming.

You again started wiping your clammy palms against the denim of your skinny jeans as he came to a stop a few feet away. You thought that he was going to reach for your hand, like Tae did. But thankfully, he just casually placed them in his pockets as you were now eye-level with his nipple piercings and that violent-looking tattoo. He towered around the same height as Tae, but was definitely more stout in stature.

You were then caught up in the accessories you were just now taking into account— the large watch around his vandalized wrist; the several, golden chains around his strong neck. You could even make out the tattoos on either side now: the head of a roaring puma on the right— a suitable piece, to say the least— and a blooming flower on the left, just down by the base of his throat.

JesusTakeTheWheel, did you even hear what he just said?

It dawned on you very quickly just then, making your cheeks heat up and reminding you of how parched you were as you opened your mouth to speak. He showed you to Tae, and Tae agreed?

“Really?” you uttered around your sticky tongue, awkwardly aware of the excessive flow between your thighs. You were praying that you were just wildly turned on and not sporadically starting your period from the hormonal imbalance you were experiencing. “But.. are you sure I’ll be an okay fit for this? I mean, I know you two have a lot of girls to choose from—”

The feeling of the rings around Tae’s thumbs pressed into the sensitive points between your shoulder blades, making your words taper off as another wave of chills ran down your spine.

“Doesn’t matter— we want you, and that’s that. You shouldn’t be so doubtful of yourself.”

Woah.. that sounded.. very stern. A completely different complexity than the calm, laid-back tone you were use to. But again, you literally just met him. For all you know, he could be just as cold as the man in front of you, beneath that porcelain face.

You finally tore your eyes away to peak up at Tae, his words too blunt to ignore. You wanted to squirm from the butterflies that came from seeing that phenomenal face so close, but you couldn’t get past the point of him brow-beating you, which was indeed, fucking frightening.

“You’ll find that we’re the kind of guys who don’t like wasting our time,” You gulped at his sudden seriousness. Yikes. “If we thought for one second that you were incapable of pulling this off, I promise you, you wouldn’t be here.”

You hastily nodded, moved by his statement but antsy, nonetheless. His breath was minty and distracting but still, he had a point. You needed to woman the fuck up, fast.

”Ah, come on, Taehyungie. I don’t think the poor thing can help it. She clearly doesn’t like me,“ Jungkook drawled, taunting you with his enticing words as he braced his palm on his knees, suddenly bringing you eye-to-eye with those pitch-black orbs of his. You still couldn’t make out his pupils from the lack of color-differentiation in his irised. Just two, solid-black marbles bowering right into your fucking soul.

He openly engaged in a mind-reading contest with his own penetrating stare, smiling as you speechlessly shook your head in denial. You kinda felt the need to politely ask him to not eat you, just then.

"What can I do to win you over, kitten?”

The FUCK? You didn’t dare breathe; your throat began to tickle, triggering the dire urge to cough— choke… faint. But still, you were struck frozen by the word kitten, making the corners of his eyes scrunch a bit in amusement to the obvious way you were affected. He knew what he was doing…

“Please let me pierce your nose?” He tried again with a little more charisma, an irresistible charm seeping into the approach. You’re fucked. “I’ll even do it for free?”

“Oh, really?” Tae suddenly cut in, a verbal eyeroll in his tone. “Why the sudden change of heart?”

• “The nose piercing is gonna be $30 regardless, though. JK isn’t so lenient.”— You suddenly recalled Tae’s message on instagram, which too, made you mirror the question.

Jungkook straightened his stance, shooting a promiscuous look at Tae as he quickly swiped the inside of his cheek with the tip of his tongue— a simple but ungodly action that made blood rush to your ears.

“I’m a fuckboy for sweet faces,” He then bluntly admitted, along with a shameless shrug. You were pretty sure the side-effects of this entire situation were starting to waver towards more life-threatening tolls, for your heart skipped a mighty beat at that.

Sweet faces? SWEET FACES? You almost wanted to ask who he was referring to. Your face? Sweet? Ha! Fucking Shrek looked ‘sweeter’ than you right now—

“You have a bad habit of not speaking when spoken to, huh?”

Your fist flew to your mouth as you suddenly choked on dry air, Taehyung’s voice breaking into your ear like the sudden strike of a deaf-defying cello. You really needed to stop zoning out, his voice was too shookening to be sneaking up on you like this. You must’ve missed some sort of question but you couldn’t even ask what was said as you fell into a fit of coughs.

“Thirsty?” Tae guessed, and you hastily nodded your head as Jungkook snorted to himself. His hands finally dropped from your arms as he walked to the mini fridge behind the desk, and you were oh-so-relieved to see a shelf stocked with water bottles, one of which was then offered to you by those very same hands.

“Thank you,” You managed to rasp, mustering a grin in gratitude as you quickly twisted the cap off. You were so desperate for the hydration that you didn’t even hold back, and straight-up threw your head back to guzzle away at the water, making air bubbles loudly erupt from the fast rate of intake. You continued this for about 7 straight seconds until Jungkook spoke up, causing you to nearly spit it out at the exasperation in his tone.

“Goddamn,” he chuckled, and air deflated from your nose as you finally lowered the bottle from your replenished mouth, cheeks filled like a ballon as you swiped at your upper lip. You swallowed the last few gulps in embarrassment.

“Sorry, uhm—” you strained, trying to take the attention away from the bottle as it was more than halfway empty now. Way to be subtle, (Y/N). You cleared your throat, readjusting the bill of your baseball cap as you avoided Jungkook’s eyes, and instead stole another glance at his glorious torso.

“I’ll, uh— I’ll do the nose piercing.. th-thing..”

“Hm? What was that?” He inquired, causing you to peak up as he leaned in closer, brows furrowed in a puzzled expression, as if he genuinely was hard of hearing.“Sorry, you keep hiding under this fucking hat for reason, and it keeps muffling your voice.”

You nearly flinched when his hand unexpectedly came out of his pocket to flick the bill of your hat, and all the coolness that was brought to your face by the copious amounts of water suddenly vanished from resurfacing of heat. You forced out a small laugh at the comment, fixing it back down on your forehead, but then they both fired off a command that had you instantly halting.

“Take it off.”

They were telling you, to take your hat off. And your compliance was almost too automatic. You held onto your water bottle with your pinky finger and used the rest to untie the bow holding your hair in place, before pulling off the hat itself. The wavy curls created by the tight, twisted bun draped around your shoulders like curtains as your fresh, fruity scented shampoo from this morning finally released into the exposed air. You held your cap in the same hand you were holding the water bottle in and briskly ran your fingers through the tendrils with the other, hoping the scent overpowered the smell of the Big Mac you ate just before coming here.

Your heart was practically flipping in your chest from the stress of their intent stares. Jungkook was poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue again, eyes suddenly guarding his inner reaction, and the hair on your arms stood straight when you felt fingers gently scooping sections of your locks up at the back of your head, lifting them up and letting them fall back into place.

”Mmph, alright,“ Tae suddenly started, and you couldn’t detect wether he was unimpressed or appreciative. You were too scared to look, and still very self conscious as his fingers molded around the nape of your neck. So, so handsy.

"You go with Kook to the back and let him do your nose. Then, when you get done, go ahead and get ready for the template. There’s a robe back there that you can put on backwards to cover up your front.”

You nodded, but your eyes were glued to the bare, husky plains of Jungkook back as he had already began walking off to the door he just exited from. You couldn’t help but feel discouraged by his sudden lack of communication, noticing that his shoulders seemed way more tense than before. You must really look bad..

You hesitantly followed once Tae nudged you forward, the music stopping before you could reach the room. You were relieved to find that it was just another studio, much smaller but decorated with the same kind of trippy drawings as the front. There was a dentist-style chair in the middle of it, a table beside it. You were sure it would be more spacious of any area if it wasn’t for Jungkook’s hulking presence swallowing up the place.

He had just finished putting on a black pair of latex gloves as you entered, and looked over his shoulder with at you high-brow before cocking his head over at the sheet of paper on the counter, next to the door.

“Sign that waver, and make sure you read all of it before checking each box. Then, after you sign it, put your ID number underneath the signature line.”

You did as instructed, sitting your water bottle and hat down on the counter as you picked up a nearby pen. You felt like he didn’t like you anymore, given his sudden, cold-demeanor. But at the same time, you felt like he wouldn’t be so pleased if you were to back out of this, either. So yes, you were very conflicted right now.

“Did it hurt to get your nipples pierced?” You willed yourself to ask, also using it as a distraction to steady your writing. You always messed up when you focused too hard, even with your own name.

“Mm, yeah,” he muttered, but it wasn’t too sincere. His back was still facing you as he set some stuff out on a tray beside the table. You thought he was going to leave it at that, but surprising, he continued.

“I have an extremely high pain tolerance, though. And it’s much more tolerable when you’re doing it yourself.”

You paused for a second as you pulled out your license, shocked. “You did them by yourself?”

“Mhm.. couple of days ago. That’s why I’m not wearing a shirt— still sore,” he informed, answering the main question that’s been dancing around in the back of your head since you met him. He was busily breaking open a packet now, and your heart immediately went into overdrive when you seen that it contained a needle. Silence fell over you after that, and you shakily jotted down the numbers of your license beneath your sloppy signature. He looked back at you moments later, as if sensing the spike in your anxiety, however the solid look on his face remained the same as he beckoned you over with a quick pat to the seat of the table.

“Come on, don’t be scared.”

Oh, you were more than scared. Ever more-so now that he wasn’t teasing you like he was just doing, before you took off your hat. Maybe that was part of his strategy to keep you from backing out, but it was still discouraging because you were taking it a little too personal. But you listened and remained quiet as you moved over to the table, which he had to move his body aside to let you boost yourself up on before moving back to his original stance, less than a foot away. Moments of silence passed between you two..

“Calm down,” he suddenly spoke, and you didn’t even realize you were flicking your fingernails together until he side-eyed the fidgeting hands in your lap.

“Oh, sorry,” you sheepishly apologized, quickly leaning side-to-side to place your hands beneath your thighs.

“Just relax, okay? You’re getting way too worked up. I promise you, I know what I’m doing.“

"I know you do, I’m sorry..” you said quieter than you intended this time, trying your best to not annoy him anymore. “I didn’t mean to—“

“You didn’t do anything wrong, baby. I’m just saying,” he quickly cut in, a calmer glint making its way over his face as he spared you a glance. “Relax.. I got you.”

Baby. Oh boy. That was so.. mind-boggling. You forced a nod, not knowing what to say anymore and just deciding to let him maintain control of the situation, despite your nerves.

"What side are we doing?” He then asked, and your lack of response made him arch another brow at you. “Want me to pick?“

"Sure.”

"I say your right-side,” he declared within the next beat, like he had already given it some thought prior to all this. He then went on to answer the non-verbal question in your eyes, “You tilt your head a little to the side in most of your pictures, it’ll give it some exposure.”

“Ah,” you said in agreement, trying not overthink that rather detailed observation.

But your attention quickly diverted to the large hand that sudden lifted your face up from beneath your chin, smoothly taking charge as he wiped the side of your nose with a cotton swab. He was touching you… with gloves on, but still. He was touching you.

You were so transfixed by the (considerably) intimate position that you didn’t even see it coming, until he stuck the q-tip inside nose, with absolutely no warning at all. You blinked at the intrusion, looking like a particular meme before giggling at the funny discomfort. He rolled his eyes and grinned a bit, but not for long as he was intently focused on the job. You then felt that it was a little rude to stare directly up at his unbelievably handsome face— even though it was merely 6 inches away from yours, and you quickly averted your eyes to the side instead as he grabbed a marker and dotted the crease of your nostril. He then backed away to give it a look before grabbing the mirror on the tray beside him.

"Here, tell me if you like it.”

One look and nearly screamed at the horrendous, patchy-pigments of your skin. You quickly faked a smile and lowered the mirror before you could even look at the dot, because you knew wouldn’t be able to hide your disgust with your appearance in general if you stared any longer, and just agreed to get it over with.

“Perfect,” you lied, straight to his face. You were the exact opposite of the word…

“Good. Now, stay still,” he instructed, and your heart again lurched within your rib cage when you seen him puck the needle up, along with some sort of tube looking thing. You resisted the urge to recoil and instead closed your eyes as he stepped between your legs; then tried not to shudder in fear as he placed the tube inside your nose, and readied the tip of the needle at the side of your nostril. “It’s going to be a quick pinch. You’ll be fine as long as you don’t move, okay?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, unmoving and barely breathing to keep yourself from falling into hyperventilation. FUCKFUCKFUCK—

“Take a deep breath for me.. one, two—” he counted down, and you were in middle of inhaling when a sharp jab forcefully punctured through the cartilage of your nose, causing your entire body to tense in response to the pain. It was pungent, but you were somewhat obedient to stay still— not having noticed what you were currently doing— but the injured whimper that followed was inevitable.

“There you go, see? The hardest part is already over,” He chirped a little, and you couldn’t help but sense the faintest bit of that sarcasm in his voice. But, little did you know, there was a wicked grin cracking across his face at the very.. provoking thing you were doing right now; obliviously warming his cock up. I bet your pussy is as pretty as you are— “You alright?”

“Mhm,” you again muttered, brows still furrowed as tears surfaced beneath the sealed ducts of your closed eyelids. The pain had vanished within the same millisecond it appeared, and was mildly sore now as he quickly switched over the hooked-ring. But it triggered the hell out of your sinuses, and you didn’t want to release the water-works until he finished wiping the blood from your nose.

“Ya know, the last time a girl held me this tight between her thighs, I almost didn’t pull out,” Jungkook began, and you suddenly felt his latex-covered palms grope atop your jeans-cladded thighs, making your eyes peel back in realization.. he was done. He’s been done. The only reason he was still standing here was because your thighs had been clenching to the sides of his hips for the past 30 seconds or-so, and the action was so unintentional and involuntary that you didn’t even feel when it happened. But he did— the sly quark curving at his smug lips hiding nothing as he stayed put between your parted legs. It sent you through a storm of emotions.

“I swear I didn’t mean to do that— I’m gay,” you lied in abashful horror, completely forgetting about the soreness in your nose as sinus-induced tears trickled down your blushing cheeks. And judging by the dirty grin that was still staining his lips, you knew there were many more things he could’ve said. But he remained quiet until he stepped back to put everything back the tray, only for you to then press your thighs completely together to cut off his access. And that, brought out the most tantalizing eyes you’ve ever seen— much more lethal than the ones before.

“You’re a liar, is what you are,” he shot back, blunt with absolutely no hesitation. “I mean, I may not know much about you, but if you were a hundred percent gay, it wouldn’t be so easy for Tae and I to get under your skin, now would it?”

His breath was fanning over your lips now, making your mouth water at the cinnamony scent… like red-hot gum— delicious and spicy, just like him. His gloved-hands then aggressively landed onto the tops of your thighs again, causing a direct reaction from your pussy as it fluttered from the blood rush.

“Answer me, (Y/N),” he demanded, a warning lingering somewhere beneath his tone as he kneaded your trembling muscles. It didn’t take much to break you.

“Okay, okay— you’re right, please!” you gasped out, succumbing to the pressurized command as you grabbed his wrists in surrender. He instantly stopped, and there was nothing you could do but blink up at him in astonishment as you heavily panted, speechless and dazed. He simply breathed a laugh through his nose, seeming so underaffected and humored by this, and it only blew your mind even more.

“Come out when you finish getting undressed; robes hanging on the back of the door,” he instructed, and that was literally all he had to say before he gave your chin a little pinch, and just simply walked right out of the fucking room, like it was nothing. You could even here him whistling to himself, entirely unphased by the fact that he just traumatically aroused you beyond the point of comprehension.

And that’s when you officially knew, you were in for trouble.

vannyez

taekook au where jungkook is the shy scary tattoo junkie and he has a crush on the soft art student who is always immersed in books

kihyunswifey

Taekook AU prompt #1

Jungkook, a famous producer, was stuck up as they came. He was cold, mean, and ruthless to others. No one knows why he turned out that way, not even his parents to gave him a wonderful and peace life. One day he stumble upon a beautiful blonde broken dancer with a smile who could light up the whole world. Who knew that in the end he would fall for the same dancer who believed he could fly even if he was broken.

kihyunswifey

Taekook AU prompt #1

kihyunswifey

Taekook AU prompt #1

millersgod

Vkook police au, where Taehyung is a brilliant detective, who never takes a mistake. And Jungkook is a senior police officer, which is impossible to resist. No one knows they`re dating so their jealousy, that looks like sarcasm, for everyone is just an indicator of their strong male friendship. Jungkook can`t stand when his colleagues are talking about detective Kim`s wonderful butt and if he was a woman, everyone would try to get him into bed. And Taehyung becomes angry when every young woman tries to seduce his lover, touch his strong body and squeak her vile «Jungkook-oppa!», trying to get his attention.

- I`m not going to hit you because, in my opinion, it`s inhumane. But in this office a lot of police officers and they`d love to punch you for sleepless nights. So you`d better start talking. Otherwise, you`ll go further to rot in the cell, - Taehyung leans his hands on the table and stares at the captured criminal, waiting for some reaction.

Heavy sigh. The detective turns away from the prisoner who is burning the table with his eyes.

- Take him away! – he turns back and approaches the criminal`s face at the dangerous distance. – It`s easy for us to prove your guilt, so don`t think that they`ll let you go, - he is whispering and there is no hint of anger in his voice. Taehyung rectified and shows two police officers that the detainee was taken away, and then brought out of the interrogation room.

The detective wants to achieve his cabinet as soon as possible, where no one will stare at him appraisingly. He catches every glance, but he pays no attention because there is no look that makes such a cold and calculating detective Kim Taehyung`s legs give way and gets him hot. He goes straight to the cabinet where Jungkook and his colleagues usually work when they don`t have work outside.

As expected, most of the workers in the cabinet were busy with their paperwork or telephone conversations. But only Jeon Jungkook was standing at the coffee machine with a young woman Taehyung had never seen before. «She`s cute», - the detective thought. It seems like all youth and beauty was concentrated in her: chubby lips, large dark eyes, neat nose, white skin, she was slim and small. As he finished glaring at her, Taehyung noticed that their conversation was far from businesslike. They`re having nice conversation about something, giggling and the girl blushed, "accidentally" touching the policeman. Fatigue was receding, and anger was taking its place.

- Detective Kim! How is your investigation? – One of the police officers, ending a quarrel with someone on the phone, sunny smiled Taehyung. Jeon Hoseok was the only person in the police office, whose didn`t look at Taehyung`s butt. That`s why they soon found a common language. They even became friends in a way.

- He still don`t want talking, Hoseok-hyung, but it`s not the problem. How with victim? – Taehyung leans on the door jamb and the corner of his eye notice how Jungkook tore his gaze from the girl; he had only to hear a familiar male voice. However, he didn`t dare to approach yet.

- The doctor is still against questioning. But I`ll let you know when I get permission, - Hoseok, noticed that something was wrong in the sight standing in front Taehyung, closer to the ear of detective and lowered his voice. – In fact, we have a new girl in our department. Her name is Soo Hee. She came a couple of days ago and went all the time for your Jungkook.

- You know everything, - Taehyung said. – All right, I`ve got to go. I`ll wait, when allowed to interrogate the victim, - and detective slipped out of the office before Jungkook managed to approach them.

Taehyung wearily fell into a chair and sighed. He didn`t know Soo Hee, but she annoyed him already. She is young, without blue circles under eyes because of the work, in a good form. She clearly claims a place next to the senior police officer.

A knock at the door. Without waiting for permission, Jungkook walked into the office, closing the door behind him.

- Have you finished your briefing, Mr. Jeon? – Taehyung raises an eyebrow, trying to look as calm as possible.

- Have you finished wit your secrets with my colleague, detective Kim? – Jungkook rested his hands on the desk of the detective and now they looked at each other jealously.

- If you`re only here to snide, I`m not in the mood for that. Besides, you shouldn`t leave the intern alone for long.

- Taehyung… We`re together so long, but you still can jealous me with every girl, - Jungkook deep sighed. However, pleasant warmth spread inside him. It means that Taehyung still love him so much.

- Oh, it`s hard not to be jealous if I feel myself like old dilapidated granddad when all young women in this office are jumping around you. I can`t do something like that, you know, - Taehyung rises from his chair, walks around his desk, a little throws his head back, stares at Jungkook. He manages only a short cry when Jungkook lifts his lover and sits him down on the desk, his hands on either side of the detective and he approach to his face at the dangerous distance.

- You know, - Jungkook whispers in his lips, - that you`re wrong…

The policeman leaves a deep kiss on Taehyung`s lips and starts to showering his face with small kisses and descend down, making Taehyung to let out a low moan.

- I love your deep voice, - a kiss on neck, - I love all your freckles, - warm arms gently unbutton the detective`s shirt, - your soft belly and… - there is no the next kiss.

- And? – Taehyung sighs loudly, looking how Jungkook raises back to his face.

- …love you, - Jeon wraps his hands around Taehyung`s waist and kisses him hungrily on the lips.

The cabinet`s door creaked softly and men hear someone`s surprised gasp. When both of them looked to the entrance, there was Soo Hee. Obviously, she wanted to find Jungkook.

- Hoseok-shi said that…

- Go away, - men said in unison and the girl slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her.

They stared at each other for a moment, not daring to say anything.

- If you want to say how much you love me, we can go home. I need the hot bath and… - Taehyung said, biting his lip and averted his gaze, which was embarrassed.

- Me?

- Actually, a good dinner but I won`t give up on you, - detective smirked, slid off the table, buttoned his shirt as he went and winked to Jungkook, slipping out of his cabinet.

- Why do I love him?

#через #запятую

wintervee

Ci sono anch'io

Fandom: BTS

Ship: Vkook,Namjin,Yoominseok

Genere: Il pianeta del tesoro AU

Lingua: italiano

Trama:

Jungguk è un ragazzo brillante che non ha mai seguito le regole. Da quando suo padre è partito una notte senza lasciare alcuna traccia, nel suo cuore si è creato un vuoto che ha deciso di riempire creando caos allo spazio-porto di Galxymore,una delle più grandi città commerciali della galassia.

Taehyung è un ragazzo dolce e dai lineamenti delicati. Da quando il fratello maggiore è stato rapito il padre non gli permette di uscire e il suo unico modo per vedere il mondo è attraverso i libri. Il suo sogno è di esplorare la galassia e così decide di scappare di casa.

Il destino di questi due giovani è lagato da un incontro che lì porterà a bordo di una pericolosa avventura alla scoperta dell'amicizia e dell'amore.

N.A: se volete leggere questa fanfiction commentate e io pubblicherò il primo capitolo!