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(Alpha Werewolf!Jungkook x Omega Werewolf!Reader)

.｡.:✽The Old Owl Calling; a pilgrimage all wolves old enough participate in, to honor their heritage, create new bonds past the boundaries of their own packs, and also find a potential partner for the Moon Of Claiming festival each year. This year? You catch the attention of one of the most admired alphas. And he's keen on proving his worth to you.

.｡.:✽Genre: Hybrid AU/Werewolf AU, Fantasy, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Adult themes, Alternative World/Universe

.｡.:✽Other Tags: Superstition, Werewolf habits/behavior such as howling growling or shapeshifting, ABO dynamics, Alpha!Jungkook, Omega!Reader, injury and pain, Mutual pining, courting, mating rituals, feelings of inferiority, jealousy, protectiveness, fighting, smut, Primal kink, consensual hunting, breeding kink, biting/marking, knotting, rough actions such as mild hair pulling, grabbing the throat (no breath play/choking), manhandling, size difference/size kink, overstimulation, aftercare, nesting

.｡.:✽Story type: Oneshot with future Sidecontent (Drabbles)

.｡.:✽Wordcount: currently 11k, though not finished

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He's close, has you pinned down, there's nowhere for you to run at this point. Not that you'd want to.

From your position, he really does look like what one might call a gentle beast; his eyes wild, but drenched in a warmth that you know only he can provide you. He won't ever harm you, he's made sure to prove his capabilities as a mate after all- and considering your own emotions, there's really no reason to deny yourself the happiness you yourself and him so desperately crave.

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Just The Tip

✎ Jungkook x YN

✎ Smut w/ a hint of a plot if you look really close

~ Jungkook tries to prove to YN that he can win at “Just The Tip”

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Just the Tip

Yn snorted when the lead actor in the coming-of-age drama she and Jungkook were watching convinced the female lead to try “just the tip”.

“No one in the history of anyone has ever successfully done ‘Just the tip’. It’s just a way to trick girls into having sex with them.”

Jungkook frowned thoughtfully,

“I’m sure someone, somewhere has.”

YN shook her head, “Think about it. All that does is give the man access to a woman’s vagina. Once he’s got that tip in, all he has to do is fake a sneeze or something and it’s all over. I mean, if you had the tip of your dick in a chick, would you be able to hold back? No! Even if the guy genuinely thinks he can just stick the tip in for a few minutes and then stop, he’s going to learn real quick that it’s basically impossible.”

Jungkook squinted his eyes at her, “I could do it. All it takes is strong will-power and a need to succeed. Not that difficult.”

“Have you ever done it?”

“No. I’ve never thought to try.”

“I don’t think you could do it, Jungkook. Yes, you are super stubborn, but even you have your limitations.”

“I could, too, do it! Golden Maknae, remember? I can do anything I set my mind to.”

YN snorted, “Every man has their limitations. Good pussy seems to overrule any amount of will-power.”

“Is that a challenge I hear?”

“No. It’s a fact, not a challenge.”

Jungkook stood from the couch and held a hand out to her,

“Come on. I’m going to prove this to you, right here, right now.”

YN laughed, “What?!? I’m not having sex with you, Jungkook. It’ll ruin our friendship. Just admit that I’m right and unpause the drama.”

He reached down, grabbed her hand and pulled her to stand,

“First off, we are well on our way to dating anyway. Second, no. You are not right, and I’m going to prove it to you.”

Maybe it was the beers they’d enjoyed, maybe it was the need to prove herself right, maybe it was that she was actually attracted to him, but YN didn’t put up a fight as he pulled her down the hallway toward his bedroom. She just laughed at his determination, knowing she was going to win this.

“Whoa! You actually got a bed to put your mattress on! I’m impressed.”

“Shut up and undress,” Jungkook said as he pulled his shirt over his head, “Get on that bed and prepare to lose.”

YN continued to chuckle as she undressed and crawled to the middle of the mattress with Jungkook directly behind her. Once she was on her back, he crawled between her spread legs, wrapped his arms underneath her thighs and pulled her down where he wanted her.

Yn bent her left arm under her head and laid her right arm across her stomach,

“Go ahead. Get ready to lose.”

Already hard, he smirked and slapped the head of his cock against her clit a couple of times before slowly dragging it down to her opening and sliding the tip inside.

He sat like that for a moment before looking at her triumphantly.

“I’m totally going to win this.”

YN snorted again, licked the fingers on her right hand and reached down to circle her clit.

Jungkook watched her fingers closely, “Wait. What are you doing?”

“All ‘just the tip’ is, is an exercise in frustration, Jungkook. If you win, I’m going to have to relieve that tension we are building, whether it be with my vibrator or my fingers. If I win, this will get me closer to cumming on that dick of yours. Playing with my clit is a win either way.”

He was quiet while he watched her fingers circle the glistening knot of nerves. Mesmerized by the speed, pressure and path her fingers were taking.

YN felt the grip of his hands on her thighs getting tighter, and his nostrils flared as he tried to retain control of himself. He was so confident that he was winning and that his will was ironclad, that he felt safe allowing his attention to be fully taken by the circling fingers of the temptress he was with. The tight, wet warmth hugging the head of his cock felt like heaven, and he wanted nothing more than to dive in and lose himself.. But he couldn’t. No. He had to prove his point and win this challenge.

Jungkook’s attention was drawn up to her face when YN’s eyes slid closed and a quiet gasp escaped her full lips. He watched her tongue lick across her bottom lip, and wanted to do the same. He didn’t even hear himself groan when she pulled her left arm out from behind her head and slid her hand to her breast, squeezing and pulling at her nipple. He wondered if it would still be considered a win if he attached his mouth to the other nipple.

Unable to stop himself, he slid his hand up to give her neglected nipple the same attention she was giving. She arched her back and moaned in appreciation.

Lost in the moment, he didn’t realize his hips started to move. It began with unconscious slow, shallow thrusts.

The more he moved, the faster her breaths came. The faster she breathed, the more disoriented he was.

She bit her lip and moaned, close to reaching her peak, and he lost the tight fist of control he thought he had on himself. His hips snapped forward without thought, their pelvic bones met as he bottomed out, and her fingers smashed against her clit. The unexpected increase of sensation took her from ‘nearly there’ to screaming his name as her inner walls pulsed around him.

“Fuck!”

Jungkook’s exclamation was a mixture of knowing he lost the challenge and the absolute rapture of feeling all of her.

His forearms hit the bed by her shoulders when he fell forward, and he rested his head on the pillow by her ear as he tried to wait for the pulsing to stop. It was a beautiful torture.

As Yn calmed from her high, Jungkook began to move. She chuckled as she tried to catch her breath,

“You lost.”

He lifted his head and laughed, “I did.” “So you admit defeat?”

“I admit defeat. But, I still kind of feel like I won.”

He bit his bottom lip and thrust himself deep.

YN gasped and her legs wrapped themselves around his back.

He bit down on the tendon in her neck for a moment before growling,

“I still think I could do it. We have to try again, but next time you have to keep your hands above your head. In fact, I might tie them up there, just to make sure.”

Her laugh was a little bit evil.

He smiled at her and thought that this was the perfect time to teach her a lesson. And by ‘teach her a lesson’, he really meant ‘fuck her sensless until she cums so hard she passes out’. That was his goal anyway.

“I realize I haven’t kissed you yet. Don’t worry, it’s coming. But, you’re cumming again before I do. I don’t want to break our teeth.”

He reared back onto his knees, pushed hers up by her head and gave her the pounding of her life. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her mouth was slack. She wrapped her hands around her legs and held on behind her knees. There was nothing she could do but take it, and it was incredible.

She started to shake, but Jungkook didn’t let up.

When she shrieked, “HOLY SHIT I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING” he pulled out just in time for her to squirt liquid across the bottom of the bed. She was still shaking when he pushed himself back inside. He gently pulled her legs down to wrap around his waist again, and leaned in to finally take their first kiss.

Their lips moved together like a well rehearsed dance as he thrust a few more times, bringing himself to his ultimate high.

They continued to kiss, ignoring the mixture of their cum leaking everywhere and the sticky sweat coating their bodies. They stayed connected, knowing they should get cleaned up but needing to stay like this just a little bit longer.

When they finally did manage to pull their lips apart, YN said,

“You really need to never fuck me like that again. I swear to god, I will have to marry you, so it’s just safer if you don’t.”

It was his turn to give her an evil smile,

“We’ll see about that. I say we get something to eat, then I’m going to challenge you to another round of ‘just the tip’.”

“You’re just going to lose again.”

“And you’re going to end up proposing to me. It’s a win-win.”

Just The Tip

✎ Jungkook x YN

✎ Smut w/ a hint of a plot if you look really close

~ Jungkook tries to prove to YN that he can win at “Just The Tip”

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Just the Tip

Yn snorted when the lead actor in the coming-of-age drama she and Jungkook were watching convinced the female lead to try “just the tip”.

“No one in the history of anyone has ever successfully done ‘Just the tip’. It’s just a way to trick girls into having sex with them.”

Jungkook frowned thoughtfully,

“I’m sure someone, somewhere has.”

Jungkook squinted his eyes at her, “I could do it. All it takes is strong will-power and a need to succeed. Not that difficult.”

“Have you ever done it?”

“No. I’ve never thought to try.”

“I don’t think you could do it, Jungkook. Yes, you are super stubborn, but even you have your limitations.”

“I could, too, do it! Golden Maknae, remember? I can do anything I set my mind to.”

YN snorted, “Every man has their limitations. Good pussy seems to overrule any amount of will-power.”

“Is that a challenge I hear?”

“No. It’s a fact, not a challenge.”

Jungkook stood from the couch and held a hand out to her,

“Come on. I’m going to prove this to you, right here, right now.”

YN laughed, “What?!? I’m not having sex with you, Jungkook. It’ll ruin our friendship. Just admit that I’m right and unpause the drama.”

He reached down, grabbed her hand and pulled her to stand,

“First off, we are well on our way to dating anyway. Second, no. You are not right, and I’m going to prove it to you.”

“Whoa! You actually got a bed to put your mattress on! I’m impressed.”

“Shut up and undress,” Jungkook said as he pulled his shirt over his head, “Get on that bed and prepare to lose.”

Yn bent her left arm under her head and laid her right arm across her stomach,

“Go ahead. Get ready to lose.”

Already hard, he smirked and slapped the head of his cock against her clit a couple of times before slowly dragging it down to her opening and sliding the tip inside.

He sat like that for a moment before looking at her triumphantly.

“I’m totally going to win this.”

YN snorted again, licked the fingers on her right hand and reached down to circle her clit.

Jungkook watched her fingers closely, “Wait. What are you doing?”

He was quiet while he watched her fingers circle the glistening knot of nerves. Mesmerized by the speed, pressure and path her fingers were taking.

Unable to stop himself, he slid his hand up to give her neglected nipple the same attention she was giving. She arched her back and moaned in appreciation.

Lost in the moment, he didn’t realize his hips started to move. It began with unconscious slow, shallow thrusts.

The more he moved, the faster her breaths came. The faster she breathed, the more disoriented he was.

“Fuck!”

Jungkook’s exclamation was a mixture of knowing he lost the challenge and the absolute rapture of feeling all of her.

His forearms hit the bed by her shoulders when he fell forward, and he rested his head on the pillow by her ear as he tried to wait for the pulsing to stop. It was a beautiful torture.

As Yn calmed from her high, Jungkook began to move. She chuckled as she tried to catch her breath,

“You lost.”

He lifted his head and laughed, “I did.” “So you admit defeat?”

“I admit defeat. But, I still kind of feel like I won.”

He bit his bottom lip and thrust himself deep.

YN gasped and her legs wrapped themselves around his back.

He bit down on the tendon in her neck for a moment before growling,

“I still think I could do it. We have to try again, but next time you have to keep your hands above your head. In fact, I might tie them up there, just to make sure.”

Her laugh was a little bit evil.

“I realize I haven’t kissed you yet. Don’t worry, it’s coming. But, you’re cumming again before I do. I don’t want to break our teeth.”

She started to shake, but Jungkook didn’t let up.

Their lips moved together like a well rehearsed dance as he thrust a few more times, bringing himself to his ultimate high.

When they finally did manage to pull their lips apart, YN said,

“You really need to never fuck me like that again. I swear to god, I will have to marry you, so it’s just safer if you don’t.”

It was his turn to give her an evil smile,

“We’ll see about that. I say we get something to eat, then I’m going to challenge you to another round of ‘just the tip’.”

“You’re just going to lose again.”

“And you’re going to end up proposing to me. It’s a win-win.”

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Dinner with Jimin

~558 Words~

"I'm not wearing panties"

That's what you whispered to Jimin as you were waiting to be seated at this beautiful seaside restaurant. He'd gotten dressed up with a suit coat, and you were in a lovely little black dress.

As you got dressed for your date you realized that you could see some lines from your thong. Normally you'd just shrug it off... but tonight you felt like playing with your man. He'd been so busy and stressed. You wanted to bring a little fun and excitement to his life, at least for a couple of hours. So, you slipped the panties off and left them at home. You felt exceptionally naughty with the slight breeze caressing your usually covered lady bits. In fact, it was making you wet and not a little horny. Jimin was in shock as the hostess seated you. It was supposed to be a romantic evening, and you were sat on the same side of a small table, over looking the sea while being able to hold hands and share secret smiles. Truth be told, he was at a loss for words. Sure, you two were all kinds of adventurous in the bedroom.... but NEVER in public. Hand holding and sweet kisses is all it's ever been in public. He ordered your wine and appetizers, and gave you the side eye, regaining his composure and trying to decide exactly what to do with the minx seated next to him. You remained passively flirty. Not getting too serious about much, but having a great time teasing him. Once the appetizers were done and your meal was under way, you felt Jimin's hand caress just above your knee. You chewed slowly... waiting with baited breath for what he might do next. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, throughout the meal, his hand worked it's way up your thigh. You were trying so hard to eat without choking. Your excitement growing by the minute. As soon as you were finished eating, Jimin ordered a desert wine and leaned over. Taking his hand from the top of your thigh, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. He toasted to you, and told you how much he loved you. Setting down his glass, he leaned close, lips touching your ear... he whispered how naughty you were as his other hand slid quickly in between your thighs. "Ooooh. My girl is dripping wet. You like being bad like this don't you? You are excited at the thought of someone seeing you so wanton, aren't you". As he spoke quietly in your ear, every little puff of breath was sending shivers down your spine. His fingers had found home. Slowly circling your clit. You wanted this moment to last. It was so exciting! You'd never felt like this before! But, between his expert fingers knowing exact what you like, and his lips, oh god his lips. Moving against your ear. Telling you all of the things he was going to do to you for being this daring... it was only a couple of minutes before you were cumming. Trying so hard to stay quiet and not draw attention to yourselves in this 5 star restaurant. As you tried to get your breathing under control, and regain some composure, Jimin licked his fingers then raised his hand and loudly said "Check please!"

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A Date with Taehyung

~618 Words~

It's your first real date. Taehyung wanted to show off a bit and make you his newly perfected kimchi fried rice recipe. You showed up at his apartment wearing a simple but cute summer dress, not wanting to go too fancy but still wanting to look nice for him. Taehyung opened the door with a huge smile on his beautiful face. He was so happy you two were finally getting this chance to be alone. You'd gotten to know each other a little bit over time. But he'd been craving more. You were a little surprised when he planted a sweet, soft kiss on your lips after closing the door. It made your heart flutter and the butterflies in your stomach soar. Taehyung took your hand and led you into the kitchen. You offered to help, but he had everything ready. Wine on the table, glasses full. Dinner plated and steaming hot. He pulled out your chair and you grinned at him being such a gentleman. Talk over dinner was fun and light, as it usually was with Tae. Once it was done, he begrudgingly let you help with the dishes... but he would only let you dry, and only after a few more sweet kisses. After the mess was dealt with, you grabbed your glasses of wine and headed into the living room to watch a movie. You felt comfortable enough with him that when Tae wrapped you in his arms to cuddle, you went without hesitation. His fingers were gliding over your arm while you absentmindedly ran your fingers along his collarbone. You were both so comfortable and happy in this bubble of time. Tae kissed the top of your head a few times as The Notebook played (you'd never seen it, and he thought that was a travesty). As the movie played, the kisses started to become more frequent. Finally you lifted your head from his chest to look up at him. He took his chance, moving down and cupping your face with his other hand, he kissed you. Really kissed you. It started out sweet and gentle. But somewhere in there you both started going a little harder. Soon, tongues were caressing, hands were touching, and you had found yourself straddling his lap, grinding down on that hard manhood you could feel below you. As you ground down on him you hit just the right spot that made you moan. Taehyung stopped your movements and pulled away. He looked up at the ceiling, took a deep breath and tried to calm down. If he heard that sound from you again, he would have unmanned himself. He moved you off his lap as you looked on in confusion. He stood, took your hand and led you down the hallway into his bedroom. "Don't feel pressured." He said, "If you don't want to do this, I won't hold it against you. I like you. A lot. I want to spend more time with you, whether we are intimate tonight or not." You loved that he was such a gentleman, even as turned on as you knew he was. You leaned into him, and answered with a kiss. Taehyung took his time, kissing and loving every inch of skin he uncovered as he stripped you, slow and sweet. Taehyung made love to you over and over as the night wore on. It was like you two were in your own bubble of time and space. Nothing outside that bed mattered. In the early morning hours, as you both started to fade into sleep, you knew your your whole world had changed, and that Kim Taehyung had moved in to take up a large part of your heart.

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Plastic or Park Jimin?

~1383 words~

Jesus CHRIST. If that man flashed those Calvin Klein's at you ONE MORE TIME.... You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm those raging hormones. And, of course your panties were soaking wet. OF COURSE THEY WERE. This Fuck Boi named Park Jimin was really testing you lately.

You just wanted to do your job. That's all. Just earn a living working behind the scenes with BTS. You had absolutely no interest in being in the spotlight yourself, but found the ins and outs of what makes the whole thing work fascinating.

You loved your job! Most of the people you worked with were fun and professional. You'd learned so much!

But. Over the last couple of weeks, you’d apparently caught the eye of Bangtan's most notorious playboy. Jimin had started with winks, innocent touches, and sweet flirty words. As the weeks went by though, he'd been upping his game. Knowing exactly where you were stationed off stage, he would make sure to bring his tongue, body rolls, thrusts and ab reveals in your direction.

So. Annoying.

Almost as annoying as your soaking wet panties. Stupid Abs. Stupid Tongue. Stupid.... SHIT! You almost missed your cue as you were brooding over your body's reactions. Sighing, you refocused and got your job done.

After the show, you finish up and head home. In desperate need of a cold shower and a session with your trusty vibrator. And maybe some ice cream...

Fresh and clean from your shower, you felt refreshed. Wrapping a towel around yourself, you grabbed a glass of wine and headed back to your room, intent on some relaxation and self "care".

You laid naked on your bed watching the replay of the night's broadcast on your iPad, fingers caressing and pinching your nipples... fuuuck. What would Jimin do? Would he want to rub and pinch them with his fingers? Would he rather use those perfect lips to suck on the hard tips? Use his teeth to pull on them??

You groaned out loud.

Grabbing your favorite vibrating toy, you turned it on low, slowly rubbing it up and down your slit. Never pushing inside, wanting to tease yourself a little bit first. Eyes open, you watched Jimin perform. The others are on the stage, too, of course. But you only had eyes for Him. Your breathing was getting heavier and your nipples were so sensitive, the air from the ceiling fan felt erotic.

A heavy knock on your door jolted you up. Who the hell would be here at this time of night?!? Thinking it was your neighbor lady who was older and drank quite a bit, you jumped up, vibrator and iPad forgotten as you found an oversized T-shirt you liked to sleep in, and ran to the door.

Looking through the peephole, you saw the devil himself waving at you. Park Fucking Jimin. What the fuck was HE doing here?!?

"Are you going to open the door? I can see your shadow. I brought snacks!" he said holding up a bag of take-out for you to see. Big. Sigh. You opened the door and looked at him quizzically. He flashed his best, innocent smile and pushed past you,

"You worked so hard today. You deserve a treat! I brought Noodles and lots of meat." Closing the door, you locked it out of habit. Following Jimin into the living area, you watched him put the food down, straighten up... and look at you with a strange look on his face.

In that moment of silence, you heard music from your iPad.... and the unmistakable sound of vibration coming from your bedroom. Before you could react, Jimin turned and ran toward the sound.

You were hot on his heels, yelling,

"PARK JIMIN! THIS IS NOT YOUR DORM!! YOU have no right....." your words died as he leaned down and picked up your favorite toy. He glanced over to the iPad, smirking. Then, he moved to you.

"Did I interrupt something?" He asked. Deciding to Woman Up, you stood firm and said,

"As a matter of fact, yes."

You tried to grab your vibrator, which was still buzzing in his hand, but he moved quickly behind you. He wrapped his free arm around your waist and pulled you back to the other side of the bed so you could see the screen showing the replay of that day's concert.

"Jimin, what the fuck do you think..." again your words died in your mouth as he brought the vibrating toy up to circle your still sensitive nipple. You gasped and then moaned at the sensation.

"What were you thinking about, hmmm? Were you watching me perform? Remembering how I was thrusting just for you?"

Your breathing skyrocketed. You knew you were busted, and weren’t able to answer. "Do you do this often?" He asked, moving the toy over to rub the other nipple. "Do you use this piece of plastic to make yourself cum? Does it make you feel good?" His other hand left your waist, slid down your torso, lifted your t-shirt and found its way between your legs. Running his middle and index fingers down through your slit and back up to rub slow circles around your clit. "Answer me. Do you do this often?"

Swallowing hard, you answered with a breathy "Yes."

Jimin nipped your neck.

"What do you think of? Is it me? Are you touching yourself thinking about me?"

Again, all you could muster is a breathy "Yes".

God, it all felt so good. The stimulation on your nipples, his fingers around your clit, his teeth at your neck. You were getting close.

Suddenly, everything stopped. He let go of you. You whimpered. God! You’d been SO CLOSE!! You squealed when Jimin grabbed you and spun you around to face him. The look on his face was animalistic. He was hungry, and you were what he wanted. His free hand slid up your chest and wrapped around your neck. Not hard, but enough to get your attention.

"You're telling me, that I've been killing myself trying to get your attention for months, and you just been coming home to use this poor excuse for a cock?"

All you could do was look at him. Your body was screaming to be touched. And, for fuck sake, apparently you like to be choked? Who knew?

When you didn’t answer, Jimin reached down, grabbed the hem of your shirt, tore it from your body, and pushed you down onto the bed. The iPad fell to the floor, and the vibrator went... somewhere. You weren't quite sure.

Your full attention was on the man stripping naked in front of you. THE Park Jimin. With THE Park Jimin abs, and THE Park Jimin Cock-OHMYGOD!!! He gave you no time. He was on top of you,

"I am going to show you once and for all that the real thing is far better than that vibrating piece of shit."

Your legs spread wide, your tits moving rapidly with your breaths. He found you fucking beautiful. Jimin reached down and kissed you, at the same time sliding his cock to the hilt on the first thrust.

"Fucking hell, you're so wet!"

He pulled almost all the way out and slammed home. In the back of your mind, you were hoping your old neighbor hit the bourbon heavily today and was fully passed out, because the sounds coming from you could not be stopped. You were moaning, almost screaming.

"Fuck" and "Jimin" were the only intelligible words coming from you. The feeling. Oh god. You’d NEVER felt anything like it. Your pussy was glorying in this pounding. Like this was the moment it had been made for. Your skin was so sensitive, every stroke of his hand. Every nip of his lips and teeth. Every smack on your ass. All came together to create an explosion inside your body that you never thought possible.

Your pussy clamped down hard on his pounding cock, eyes shut tight, hands holding his ass hard... your whole body spasmed. Every muscle contracted over and over again as you came. You heard Jimin call your name and growl as his hips continued to flex, trying to get as deep inside of you as he could as he came.

Finally collapsing on top of you, covering your face and lips in kisses. "There," he panted, "Let's see that piece of plastic do THAT".

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Hoseok: Hopeful Hearts

꧁ Hopeful Hearts ꧂

ᥫ᭡ AU: Single Parent

ᥫ᭡ Themes: Hallmark Movie / Back to Hometown

ᥫ᭡ Kinks: Masturbation, Multiple Orgasms,Cuddling

Written For the @bangtanwritershq Hobuary Challenge Event

~2984 words~

After a nasty divorce, Jane and her 10 year old son, Jake, moved back to the hometown she fled as a wild teenager to follow the love of her life.

The last decade hadn’t been easy. In fact, Jake’s dad was serving time in prison for armed robbery and working on getting himself sober. They hadn’t seen him in a few years, so getting the divorce to go through was fairly simple.

Jane grew and learned a lot throughout those years, and sometimes it felt like she and Jake were both growing up together.

The church ladies had a field day when they saw the moving van drive through town on its way to her parents house, and the gossip channels went wild.

They’d barely parked the U-Haul when the first one popped up in the yard to welcome Jane back, asking all manner of kind, but intrusive questions.

She just smiled and gave her the most generic answer she could… the truth.

“Well, Mrs. Johnson, you know my dad broke his leg pretty bad skiing, and he needs some help with the shop, so he asked us to come help him out. I’m sorry to answer and run like this, but we have a lot of work to do before dark. Have a great day!”

Mrs. Johnson was on the phone with Mrs. Moore before Jane had the first box off of the truck, and the official town gossip phone tree was officially in use.

They’d only just got the last box in the spare room she’d be sleeping in when Mrs. Brisbane was at the door with a casserole.

“I keep them in the freezer for occasions like these! Welcome home!”

Once the woman was gone, though, Jane’s mother, Carol, threw the dish in the trash.

“This looks like it’s been in the freezer for ten years. Sweet lady. She means well.”

Instead, they had pizza for dinner and hit the sack early. They were exhausted, and had a lot of errands to run the next day.

After taking the U-haul to the rental agency, and doing some grocery shopping, Jane and Jake went to the family hardware store, Smith Hardware, with her dad, Bob, to see what needed done before they opened on Monday.

Jane did her best to ignore the looks she got from seemingly every person they passed. Jake was curious, though, “Mom? Why are these people looking at us like that?”

She sighed , irritated at the local busybodies that made it necessary to explain these things to her son.

“Well Jake, when I was a teenager I was a little wild according to their standards. And the fact that I ran off with your father right after I graduated made me a legend to the gossips in this town.”

“A legend?” Jake nodded his head, “My mom is a legend. I like it.”

Jane laughed. She loved her son. He was laid back and had a great sense of humor.

Monday morning Jake started at his new school and Jane opened the hardware store. Her father insisted he be on site in case she needed anything, and hobbled back to the office where he laid on the couch and watched movies most of the day.

Jane spent many hours working in the store when she was younger, so she knew the lay of the land and was comfortable with her tasks.

What she was uncomfortable with was the customers. The older folks came in out of curiosity, wanting to find out more about Bob and Carol’s wayward daughter’s grand return.

The customers that were around her age came in to eye her as competition or see if she was up for a date. Hell, even her ex-husband's old friends came by to see what she was up to.

By the time it was time to close up shop, Jane was emotionally exhausted. She pulled the car around front and went in to collect her dad. She got him in the car and locked the store door.

When she turned back to the car, she saw a man she didn’t know talking to her father. Bob was jovial and laughing, “Jane! Come meet Hoseok! He owns the florist shop next door.”

The man turned and Jane was met with a bright, happy smile, and friendly eyes.

“Hello,” the man said as he reached to shake her hand, “My name is Hoseok.”

She took his hand and smiled back, “Jane. Nice to meet you.”

He pointed to the building next to the hardware store, “That’s my shop, Sunshine Flowers. Stop in and say hi any time.”

Always one for a good conversation, Bob jumped in,

“Janey, Hoseok also has a son around Jake’s age. What is he now? 8? 9?”

“Henry just turned 10 last month.”

“10? Already? My grandson Jake is 10, as well. I’ll have to ask him if Henry is in his class.” Bob looked at Jane, “Hoseok volunteers at the rec center. He coaches most of the sports teams down there.”

Hoseok smiled, “I just like to be involved with my son’s interests. It’s a huge plus that it helps the community, as well.”

Jane was impressed, “Jake loves sports. I’ll bring him by the rec center this weekend, see if we can't find something he likes.”

They bid each other a good evening and went their separate ways, though Bob couldn’t stop talking about Hoseok, regaling Jane with the many ways he was a good man all the way home.

The rest of that week, Hoseok stopped in the store here and there to say hi, and even brought coffee when he was finished with his daily deliveries. She liked him. It was refreshing to be able to relax around someone who didn’t know her in this town.

Sure, the locals had filled him in with her so-called salacious past, but he only moved there 8 years prior, and didn’t bear witness to her mistakes.

Jake and Henry made fast friends, and were inseparable. They both spent many hours at the stores, and having a friend so close made it a lot more fun. They joined every sports team they could find, and Jane was more than thankful for Hoseok adding her son to his carpool. Jake never missed out on anything those days she was unable to leave the store and her parents were busy.

“That Hoseok is a wonderful young man,” Carol beamed one afternoon. She’d brought lunch and passed him on her way in, “Very sweet and dependable.” She looked conspiratorially at Jane, “And very handsome.”

Jane laughed, “He sure is.” She could see right through her mother’s meddling ways. The woman was thrilled that Jane made friends with the friendly man, and that Jake was spending so much time with a man she felt was such a great mentor.

Carol dropped hints left and right that Jane ought to be dating such a catch, and even got the boys involved in her schemes.

Jake and Henry decided that they would make excellent brothers, and enthusiastically joined in on Carol’s scheming.

Jane and Hoseok thought their conniving was entertaining. They flirted plenty, but neither seemed willing to take the next step so they settled on forming a close friendship, instead.

A few months later, Bob was all healed up and able to walk again. After being cooped up for so long, a tragedy in his mind, he planned a long weekend camping trip for himself, Carol, Jake and Henry.

“I want to take the boys fishing. They need the fresh air. Experience the outdoors.”

They were so excited about the idea that Jane and Hoseok just laughingly agreed to let them go.

When Bob and Carol stocked up the RV and left with the kids, Hoseok turned to Jane,

“Would you like to join me for dinner tonight? I was thinking about making some kimchi fried rice.”

“Sure! What can I bring?”

“Just yourself.”

“Hmmm. That doesn’t seem fair. How about wine?”

Hoseok laughed, “Ok. bring the wine, 5 o’clock work for you?”

Jane showed up at Hoseok’s house at 4:55 with a bottle of his favorite wine in hand. Apparently he’s the only one in this small town that drinks that particular brand, because the clerk knew exactly who it was for.

Dinner was delicious, and the couple quite enjoyed having time together without the kids around.

Hoseok was all smiles as they cleared the table after dinner, “You’ve been here so many times, but I’ve never given you a tour of the greenhouses! Would you like to take a look? I need to check them before it gets dark, anyway.”

The greenhouses were just across the yard, huge and filled to the brim with the most beautiful flowers Jane had ever seen. The smell when Hoseok opened the door was a mix of sweet flowers and wet soil. He took her hand and led her around, explaining the flowers that had special needs versus the easier plants to grow. He even plucked a particularly pretty purple blossom and put it in her hair, just above her ear.

Jane smiled shyly and tried not to giggle at Hoseok’s attention. He smiled back and took her hand again,

“Jane? I really like you. And I think you might feel the same about me. I don’t want to make things awkward, especially with the boys being so close, but I would really like to be with you.”

Jane tilted her head to the side, “Be with me?”

He nodded his head hopefully, “Yeah. Be with you.”

“You are with me.”

Hoseok laughed, “No. I mean be together. As a couple. Date. See where our relationship goes from there.”

He took her hand and led her to a fire pit he had set up in the backyard. The pit was surrounded by stone, and the ground around it was brick. The benches surrounding it were roughly carved from logs, and large enough for at least four people each to relax comfortably.

Hoseok lit the fire while Jane refilled their wine, and it wasn’t long before the new couple was snuggled up together watching the flames, talking about nothing and everything at once.

He was the perfect gentleman. At the end of the evening, he placed the sweetest kiss on her cheek after walking her to her car… and that was it. There was no expectation of more from her, other than asking if she wanted to have dinner again the next night.

It blew Jane’s mind.

As she lay in bed that night thinking the entire evening over, she couldn’t keep the smile off of her face. Hoseok was handsome, caring, sweet, and responsible. He was a great father to Henry, and easily took on the role of pseudo dad for the boys around town that, like Jake, didn’t have a father in their lives.

Although Jane had a reputation in that town, she really was fairly innocent. Her ex was the only man she’d ever actually been with, and her experiences being married to him made her think that she wasn’t going to be one of those people that’s just lucky with love.

But cuddling up with Hoseok by the fire made her want to try again. Really try. Not just a date here and there, but an actual relationship.

Her body tingled in ways she hadn’t felt in years. She rolled over and internally laughed for already getting ahead of herself.

Two hours later, Jane woke from a particularly hot dream featuring herself and Hoseok in one of his greenhouses. She was covered with sweat and severely frustrated. She moaned and rolled to her back, noting as she moved that her inner thighs were even more sweaty than the rest of her body. It wasn’t until she kicked the covers off and her body started to cool that she realized that her panties were soaked through.

She lifted her hips and slid off the offending material before tossing them to the side. Laying in bed in just a t-shirt felt naughty. Like she was exposed to the world, when in reality Jane was all alone, in the dark, where no one would be able to see her.

It’d been a long time since she’d been naked for any other reason than bathing.

Huffing out a breath, Jane brought her arm up and laid it over her eyes. The dream replayed across her closed eyelids like a movie screen.

Hoseok placed the flower behind her ear and kissed her. One of his hands slid into her hair while the other was planted firmly on the small of her back. His tongue was simultaneously rough and smooth in a way she thought would only happen in a dream. She felt every single move it made against her own. The nerve endings in her entire body seemed to feel it as they slid against each other. The taste of him was heavenly.

Her hand slid up to softly caress her own breast as she tried to recall the exact flavor. She giggled, feeling like a sommelier describing the notes in the wine.

Dream Hoseok only pulled his lips far enough away from hers to whisper her name.

She rolled her nipple between her fingers and moaned at the quiet way “Jane” blew past his full lips. Would she ever get to hear it in real life?

Jane could almost feel the way he nibbled down the side of her throat as his hand slid from her back to the side of her thigh. Dream Hoseok slowly bunched up the material of the mid-length summer dress she was wearing until his hand could caress bare skin. That hand slid back and cusped her bottom as his lips found hers again.

His kisses were passionate and all consuming as he lifted her leg to wrap around his waist. When she almost lost her footing, he stopped and lowered her to the lush grass that grew in between the flower boxes.

Jane didn’t hesitate for a second in that dream. She knew what she wanted, and she wanted Hoseok.

As her hand slid down her torso to touch the wetness the dream left behind, Dream Jane reached out to caress the hard length pressing against his linen pants. Hoseok’s sharp inhale at her touch made her clench, both in the dream and in real life. His nostrils flared and he lunged forward to take her lips in another heated kiss as his hips cradled between hers. The hardness she had in her hand a moment before was suddenly pressed to her most intimate place.

It was hot and thick, and when Hoseok’s hips moved with the same motion as his tongue, it pressed her panties into her softest flesh and added extra sensation as he rocked into her.

Just the idea of what that might actually feel like, along with the feeling of her middle finger circling her clit, made Jane moan a little louder.

Dream Hoseok groaned when she grabbed his ass and pulled him into her even harder, “Jane, I need to see you. I need to taste you. Worship you like you deserve.”

He kissed and nibbled down her throat, paying close attention to her clavicle, all the while keeping his cock snugly rubbing against her clit.

He grabbed the front of the material covering her bosom and wrenched it apart, sending buttons flying in all directions.

Her back arched off the bed as her breasts were exposed in the dream and she fought to catch her breath. She truly felt the cool air caressing her nipples, which took the erotic feeling up several notches.

Not able to help herself, Jane slid two fingers inside her pussy… The first time she’d been penetrated in far too long.

Dream Hoseok dove right in, kissing every inch of exposed skin. His lips and teeth worked to make sure no part of her was left untouched. He grabbed her panties and tore them away from her body with a growl. He stood and rid himself of clothing and was back on his knees between her legs before she could even feel the cool air.

“I want to do everything to you and with you. I want to make you cum. I want every orgasm to be mine.” He held his unprotected cock and circled the tip around in the wetness of her pussy without taking his eyes off of hers. He pushed inside and smiled at her gasp.

Jane pulled her fingers out and continued to circle her clit. She was sweating now, and starting to shake. The tingling feeling of lightning was beginning to build in the base of her spine.

Dream Hoseok owned her body. Everything he did to her seemed to drag more orgasms out of her. Jane was glad it was a dream, because she wasn’t sure if she’d actually survive having that many orgasms in that short amount of time.

By the time Dream Hoseok leaned down and breathed in her ear, “I”m going to cum inside you Jane. I’m going to fill you full, and you’ll be mine,”

She was more than ready to let go. As he let loose in the dream, Jane let loose in real life. Her body shook and throat let out noises she’d never been known to make.

Her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest and she struggled to catch her breath. Her hand was just as soaked as her panties were.

She giggled into the darkness and gave herself a few minutes of afterglow before she went to get cleaned up.

Maybe it was time to trust another man. Maybe Hoseok will be the man she’d always hoped for. As she settled back down to sleep, she hoped for another dream like that and couldn’t wait for their next date.

꧁ End ꧂

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Curator (Namjoon x Jimin)

꧁ Curator ꧂

ᥫ᭡ A MiniMoni Ship written for Mei (twt) @blue_whale52 as part of the

(twt) @bangtanwriterHQ Boy With Luv Valentines Event.

ᥫ᭡ 995 words ᥫ᭡ AU type: Strangers to Lovers

There comes a time in people’s lives when things change. Things you never expected. In ways you never saw coming.

Namjoon stood sipping his champagne and watching the crowd. As curator of this museum, he enjoyed his work. He loved art in every form, and the opportunity to show the works of artists, both renowned and unknown, was always exciting.

What wasn’t exciting, though, was the tedious job of holding openings, where the same people who thought they were more cultured than everyone else arrived time after time and stood around trying to show exactly how much more they knew than the next person.

It was the social event of the season… and Namjoon was over it.

He smiled politely and answered questions that arose, but mostly made an effort to be in the background. He used to enjoy walking around, listening to conversations, keen to know what the patrons thought of the art, only to be disappointed.

These people didn’t know art. They knew status. They wanted to own pieces because that’s what people did, not because they loved it.

It was disheartening.

As he was staring at one of the pieces that stirred feelings of joy in him, a glow in his peripheral caught Namjoon’s attention. He looked over and froze.

A man he’d never seen before sauntered into the room like it was his own runway. Confidence and sex appeal oozed off of him. He didn’t need to impress anyone, he already knew he was the most beautiful man in the room.

This man grabbed a glass of champagne and walked to the first piece. He stood and studied it, which was an act in itself that drew Namjoon in. He didn’t talk to anyone. Didn’t profess to know anything about the art. Just took it in and experienced it.

Men and women alike tried to engage this new man as he moved from piece to piece, but all anyone got was a polite bow before he moved to the next display.

Namjoon was enthralled.

The only time he saw the man speak was just before the person he spoke to turned and pointed directly at him.

Namjoon tried not to react as this man’s full beauty and attention was aimed directly at him, but butterflies sprouted to life in his stomach when those almond shaped eyes made contact. He was confused, and excited. Never had he reacted in such a way to a man before.

“Hello,” the man said with a bow when he stopped in front of Namjoon, “I am told that you are the curator of this museum. My name is Park Jimin.”

Namjoon smiled and reminded himself to keep calm, “You heard correctly. I’m Kim Namjoon. Nice to meet you.”

He bowed and shook the man’s hand.

“I love what you’ve done with this collection. I’ve been following this artist's career for a few years, and it warms my heart to finally see them getting the attention they deserve.”

The two men were so enthralled with conversation that they hadn’t noticed the crowd thinning, or that closing time had come and gone.

“I would love to continue this conversation. My apartment is close by, would you care to stop in for a drink?” Jimin’s eyes sparkled as he issued the invitation, and Namjoon found he couldn’t refuse.

Jimin’s apartment was tastefully decorated, and he did, indeed, have a few pieces of work from the spotlighted artist on his walls. Sitting on the dark brown leather couch, the two men continued to sip their drinks and talk animatedly for a while, just enjoying each other’s company. “Namjoon, can I ask you a personal question?”

“Of course.” “Have you ever been with a man before?” “Been with…how?”

“Sexually.”

“Oh! Um. No. Not that I’m against it, or anything.” He sipped his drink nervously while Jimin looked thoughtfully at him.

The beautiful man leaned closer to Namjoon,

“Would you like to?”

Normally, Namjoon was a pro at keeping his face from showing what he was thinking…

But, as Jimin leaned in, looking like sin itself with a glint of something that, up until that moment, had been forbidden to him, his eyes widened and his breathing sped up.

Jimin smiled and ran his tongue along his teeth. He looked Namjoon up and down hungrily, leaving him feeling naked. He cleared his throat and adjusted in his seat as he felt his body heat rise.

Jimin slowly reached his hand over and set it on Namjoon’s knee, giving the man plenty of opportunity to balk or say no.

“Have you ever had the chance to step outside what’s been expected of you, Namjoon?” his hand slid up the smallest bit, and his body moved close enough for Namjoon to feel his hot breath on his ear, “Have you ever done something that you’ve always wanted, just for yourself? No expectations. No pressure. Just because you wanted to do it?”

Jimin’s voice was pure seduction. It sounded like a fallen angel whispering everything he’d ever wanted and needed, exposing the deepest desires he rarely even admitted to himself.

Namjoon turned his head toward the full lipped harbinger of all things forbidden, and let go.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to a man’s for the first time. A satisfied rumble vibrated onto Namjoon’s lips, and he took it a step further, sucking Jimin’s bottom lip into his mouth.

Jimin’s hand came up and cupped his cheek as he tilted his head and took control of the kiss. He was still taking his time, giving Namjoon a chance to back out if he became uncomfortable, but he needn’t be bothered.

Namjoon was ready. He was ready to experience everything Jimin had to offer. He was ready to turn this corner in his life.

He was ready to give this part of himself a try.

When Jimin stood and led him into his bedroom, Namjoon smiled and welcomed what was to come.

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The Jeons

~8k words~

Jungkook has been keeping a secret close to his heart for years. It’s about time he told the world

2027

“Guys?”

Jeon Jungkook nervously typed out a text to the other six members of his group. They’d been together for so long that he considered them family. Mostly, anyway.

When he was sure he had their attention, he took a deep breath and prepared to share his most closely kept secret…

“In light of a couple of you getting engaged and the company deciding to go public with the information, there is something that I need to tell you.”

“Oh! Are you finally seeing someone, Jungkookie?” Taehyung asked with a big smiley face emoji. He always thought it was a waste that Jungkook never dated, even on the downlow like the rest of them, and was not shy about being excited about the idea.

Jungkook huffed out a little laugh to himself. If they only knew.

“No. Can we meet up at the dorm in about an hour? I’ll bring food. And beer.”

Of course none of them actually lived there anymore, but they held onto it for those times when they had a schedule in the area and needed somewhere to stay, or for the extra closet space.

Seokjin answered with a shocked face emoji, “You are buying food and beer? This must be serious!”

“Just be there.” He answered with an eye roll emoji.

Jungkook called in an order for fried chicken and crossed his fingers. This could really go either way.

Hoseok and Yoongi were already at the dorm when he arrived, and wasted no time diving into the meal. The others were close behind, and the seven of them ended up sitting around the picnic style table like they used to. It felt like old times.

Namjoon wiped his hands and picked up his beer,

“Alright, you got us here. What’s going on?”

Yoongi looked suspicious, “You look pretty stressed. Just get it off your chest.”

Jungkook took a healthy swig from his bottle before he began,

“I don’t know if any of you recall, but seven years ago, at the beginning of the pandemic, when everything was canceled and we were left with a lot of time on our hands, I started going to the boxing gym more often.”

The others listened diligently, nodding their heads.

“There was a woman that worked there. We started dating on the down low. She understood why I needed to keep it quiet and she’d seen enough of what happened to women that were even suspected of dating an idol, so it was a little bit of a push to get her to be with me.”

He blew out a breath, nervous for what was to come.

“Do you remember when I was able to get out of the country for a couple of weeks without anyone knowing?”

Jimin jumped in, “Wasn’t that when you went to Bora Bora or something like that?”

Jungkook nodded, “Yeah. Well, she actually went with me. It was amazing! We had such a great time.”

He looked down at his beer bottle and began picking at the label,

“Such a great time, in fact, that we got married while we were there.”

The silence was deafening.

Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung sat with their mouths open, in shock at this revelation.

Jungkook took a chance and glanced up to see their reactions.

He huffed out a laugh, “Oh, there’s more. I have kids.”

The silence broke as all six men started asking questions and lamenting his lack of honesty and trust in them.

He stayed quiet and let them rant over each other until they ran out of steam.

2020

Jungkook was back at the gym, working on his right hook. His hits were getting harder and his reaction time was getting faster. He was more than a little thankful his trainer decided to open for special clients during the pandemic. He needed to work off his frustrations.

The tour had been canceled. Their entire schedule had been canceled. The whole thing was a mess and, if he was being honest, he was miserable.

Working out provided the only relief he had.

He wanted to come in every day, but his trainer insisted he rest at least two days a week. He used those days to lock himself in his studio and try to write. Some days it worked. Most days he just watched a lot of YouTube.

On that particular Friday, his trainer changed up the usual schedule and had Jungkook come in for a workout late in the afternoon instead of the morning.

They were taking a water break when the sound of a phone vibrating inside a pile of clothes caught their attention. His trainer just turned and yelled down the hallway,

“YN! Your phone is ringing!”

A toned woman wearing tight workout shorts and a sports bra jogged out from the equipment room and over to the pile of clothes.

“Sorry boss! I thought I turned that off.”

With her mask on Jungkook could only see half of her face, but he still watched as she squatted down to pull her phone out of the hoodie that lay on top.

Her conversation was quick and her voice was quiet.

It was really only a moment before she ended the call, turned her phone off, and waved at the trainer on her way back to the equipment room.

The trainer chuckled as he called Jungkook’s name to get his attention.

“Sorry about that. She works here, and since this shit started she disinfects all of the equipment after each client. I’m not planning on sending you back there today, so she’s doing the end of day super scrub down.”

Jungkook nodded mutely. He really enjoyed looking at her. He wanted to look at her more.

His trainer bopped him on the head to get his attention, and they were back at it, though not as diligently as he was before she appeared.

Once they were finished, Jungkook sat against the wall, drinking water and catching his breath. He suspected his trainer knew he was distracted and was making him pay for it by ramping up the workout.

They shook hands and the trainer went back to the office, leaving Jungkook to cool off on his own.

While he sat there, the woman came out again. This time she walked over to her pile to put on the hoodie and track pants. She stood still for a moment while her phone booted back up, and Jungkook made a split second decision to introduce himself.

He popped up and hurried over to her before he could change his mind.

“Hello,” He said cheerfully as he reached the required six foot social distance from her.

Her head jerked his way in surprise,

“Oh! Hello. Sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was still in here.”

Not yet wearing his mask, he smiled his best “Jeon Jungkook” smile. It usually garnered a lot of praise from his fans, so he hoped it would work with her as well.

Her eyes told him that she was smiling, too, and he relaxed the slightest bit.

“I’m Jungkook. What’s your name?”

“YN. Nice to meet you.” She waved with an awkward giggle. “It’s so weird not to shake hands and do all of the polite things we’ve been raised to do when meeting people for the first time!”

He chuckled. Jungkook met his fair share of awkward people in his business. It seemed most people he met didn’t quite know how to act around him, but this time he actually found it to be endearing. Cute, even.

He noticed her sliding on her backpack and cocked his head to the side,

“Done for the day?”

“Yep,” she said in a light hearted tone, “Now to try and avoid the people as best I can on my way home.”

“Want a ride? I’m on my way out, too. It wouldn’t be a bother.”

YN looked suspiciously at him as she decided how to answer.

His trainer’s voice boomed from the hallway entry, “It’s ok, YN. He’s a good one.”

The man gave Jungkook a meaningful look, “But if he disrespects you in any way I’ll beat his ass.”

He laughed, but got the message loud and clear. Plus, his trainer’s blessing softened YN’s eyes and she agreed to let him drive her home.

Jungkook was a perfect gentleman. He opened every door he came to for her, and would have thrown his jacket down on a puddle for her to walk on if it’d been raining.

Their conversation on the way to her place was comfortable. They chatted easily, jumping from one topic to the next with plenty of laughter. Both of them seemed unwilling to stop talking when he pulled up in front of her building.

“What are you doing this evening?” Jungkook asked, again deciding to jump before overthinking too much, “I’m having fun, and you seem to be, too. Maybe we can make some food and watch a movie or something?”

YN feigned thinking about it for all of two seconds before inviting him in.

They ate food and talked over the movies for the next few hours. It took some time, but eventually they were tired enough to sit back and actually watch what was on, only to fall asleep.

They woke up a few hours later snuggled together like puzzle pieces that fit perfectly. They were both a little shy about it, but neither one seemed willing to move and break the spell.

Jungkook glanced at the light coming in the window and asked,

“What are you doing tonight?”

YN smiled shyly, “I have no plans.”

“Want to hang out again?”

“I do.”

Jungkook was thrilled. He really liked this girl, and wanted to spend as much time as possible with her.

In fact, over the next couple of weeks, the two spent most nights at her place talking, cooking, playing games, and watching movies. And Jungkook kept his word to respect her, though at times it was a fight to keep his hands to himself.

After his workout one Friday afternoon Jungkook decided to go out on a limb again,

“Want to go to my house this time? We haven’t spent time there yet.”

YN smiled, “Sure, that sounds great!”

“We should probably stop by your place first, though,” Jungkook said in a thoughtful manner.

She was confused, “Why?”

“To pick up some of your things. There’s supposed to be a big storm this weekend, and I was thinking that you should probably just stay until Monday.”

He was trying really hard to keep a straight face, but that adorable bunny smile of his that he had when he was trying to get away with something crept out by the end of his sentence, and she melted.

YN knew she was a sucker for this man, and laughingly went along with his plan.

That night they made kimchi stew together and watched some movies before, again, passing out on the couch.

YN woke up with her head nuzzled under Jungkook’s chin and her cheek on his chest. She had one arm slung across the rest of his body, and one leg nestled between his. She lifted her head to look at her positioning and frowned. She was mostly laying on top of the poor man. She hoped he could breathe ok. When she tried to move, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back down to where she was.

“Don’t move,” he mumbled, “I like it here.”

YN picked up her head to look at him, half expecting him to be talking in his sleep. But he tilted his head down to look at her. His expression showed softness. Sweetness. Caring. His lips turned up the slightest bit a moment before he leaned up and kissed her.

Their first kiss was far more than just a quick peck. Once their lips met, there was no pulling them apart.

Jungkook rolled them both to the side, eventually stilling when he had YN underneath him and he had his hips cradled between her legs. The rope of tension they’d had between them broke, and they each poured all of their sexual frustation into the kiss.

Jungkook consciously tried to take it slow. He didn’t want to rush her if she wasn’t ready.

YN, on the other hand, was ready to explode. She wanted him to rock harder into her. She wanted him to touch her. She wanted him to claim her.

When his lips left hers to move down to her neck, YN moved her hips and moaned at the contact. Jungkook lightly bit her skin and groaned as he tried to hold back.

Her hands moved from his hair down to his shirt. She pulled at the material, bunching it up in hopes he would get the hint and just take it off.

It took a minute, but he did eventually sit up on his knees to pull off the offending material.

YN’s hands weren’t able to be still. They slid up his stomach and chest, behind his neck to pull him back down for more of his addicting kisses.

This time, Jungkook levered his body over hers, holding himself up on one hand while he slid the other up under her shirt. She immediately shimmied to pull it off and toss it aside.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips while he playfully picked at the front of her bra.

YN giggled and slid her palms over his pecks, “I like your titties. They’re almost as big as mine.”

He growled and sat back on his knees. He pulled her up to sit and reached for the shoulder strap of her bra, “I think we need to measure appropriately. Take this thing off so we can see.”

He bounced impatiently as she slowly unhooked it. She was entertained by his eagerness, so she intentionally went slow, drawing out the tease while humming some generic stripping song.

Once the straps were off and she held the cups on, Jungkook lost what little patience he had. He reached out, easily plucked the bra away from her body and tossed it over his shoulder without thought.

YN laughed and wiggled out from under him so she could sit on her knees in front of him.

She cleared her throat and tried to sound official when she said,

“Ok, now lets see here.” as she reached one hand out to hold one of his pecks, and used the other hand to hold one of her own breasts to gauge who’s were bigger.

“No, no, You need to have bigger hands to do that correctly,” he said as he copied her. They were each moving their hands around, pretending to measure properly, giggling and having fun with their foreplay.

Jungkook’s expression got exaggeratingly thoughtful, “You know, I think the best way for us to see is if they are side by side.”

He slid his hands to YN’s back and pulled her up against him, laid his lips on hers and said,

“There. Much better,” before kissing her.

Neither one kept their hands still as their lips and tongues played. When her hand stroked the hard length demanding attention over his sweatpants, he stilled.

Jungkook pulled his face back and really looked at the woman in front of him. YN bit her lip and looked up at him with wide, excited eyes.

He knew at that moment that he was definitely going to sleep with her. A lot. He really liked her, and spent a lot of time holding back the things he wanted since they’d only known each other a few weeks. But what was time when you knew what you wanted?

YN smiled when Jungkook stood up and pulled her with him toward the bedroom door that was just off of the living room. She pulled him up short at the doorway, though, and he turned, concerned that she may be feeling uncomfortable in some way.

What he was faced with, though, was a hungry woman that gently pushed him back against the door frame and crouched down in front of him. Before he could process what was happening, she had his pants around his ankles, his cock out and was licking around the head.

“Holy shit!” was all he could say. He watched as she sucked him in and used her right hand to massage and stroke where she couldn’t reach. Her left hand was busy, alternating between scratching down his abs and fondling his balls. There were so many sensations at play that he was on overload.

“YN. Baby, you need to st… oh god…. Stop. Oh god…”

His legs were shaking, and his palms were slapping the walls as he tried to find anything to help him stay upright.

She was moaning, which added vibration to the experience. Jungkook knew he wasn’t going to be able to last long. He knew he should stop her, but he couldn't seem to remember the reason why.

He felt the lightning building in the base of his spine and whined,

“I’m gonna cum. God don’t stop, I’m gonna…”

YN didn’t stop. She wanted it. She wanted to have that payment of a job well done. And when he came, she swallowed down every little drop, eliciting more whines of overstimulation when she gently kitten licked the slit of the softening shaft. She liked the whines. It made her feel powerful.

She looked up at his face from her crouched position and smirked. His palms were flat against the walls around him, and all of the muscles in his torso were flexed, standing out in stark relief with the low glow of the lights in the room. His head rested on the door frame, the cords of his neck tendons were flexed out, and his face was tilted up as he gasped for breath.

She stood and kissed his adam's apple before leaning in to wrap her arms around him. She nuzzled her nose against his neck and felt his racing heart beating against her breasts.

Jungkook slowly pulled himself together enough to wrap his arms around her and lay his cheek against her forehead as he took deep breaths to calm himself.

“Jesus.”

She chuckled at him.

“No, really. Holy shit.”

She kissed his neck and he squeezed her tighter.

They stood like that for a few moments, just enjoying the moment before YN felt Jungkook move. Slowly, with his cheek still on her head and his arms still around her, he turned and pushed her into the bedroom.

When they got to his bed he picked his head up and looked down at her. He didn’t know how he was going to get hard again in such a hurry after being sucked off like that, but for her he’d try everything he could think of.

He cupped her cheeks and kissed her again, pouring everything he didn’t think he should say into the kiss. If he would have been paying attention, he would have known that she was saying the exact same things with her kisses.

His hands slowly slid down her neck… shoulders… arms, while hers slid up to tangle her fingers into his hair.

His fingers slid into the sides of her yoga pants and wasted no time reaching around to her backside. His lips left hers and trekked their way down. He left kisses on her chin, neck, clavicle and sternum. He turned to pay homage to each nipple as he slid her pants and panties down. She gasped his name when he pulled at her nipple with his teeth and whimpered when he slid his middle finger into her slit. He groaned when he felt her wetness, and redoubled his suckling efforts as he brought the wet finger forward to circle her clit a couple of times.

Jungkook wanted more room to work, so he pulled back and looked up to catch her eye before he guided her to sit down on the edge of the bed. His eyes stayed on hers as he pushed her legs open. He couldn’t help himself. Her lips were addicting. He reached up and pulled YN in for another kiss as his other hand slid back up to circle her clit.

She whined into his kiss and pulled his hair as her kisses got wild.

Jungkook abandoned her clit and slid two fingers inside of her wetness. Her hips were trying to rock in time to his fingers' thrusts as their teeth clashed. Her response to his ministrations took away any worries about him being able to get hard again. Between her kisses and moans, and the wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of her pussy, Jungkook was hard as a rock.

When YN pulled her lips away just far enough to be able to breathe out the words,

“Jungkook, I need you.”

He leapt into action. He stood and pulled an unopened box of condoms from his bedside table.

YN watched him open it and pull one out.

“Don’t use them often?”

He smiled at her, “I’ve never been with a woman without one, actually. But, it’s been a long time since I’ve met anyone I wanted to be intimate with.”

Satisfied with his answer, YN took the condom and rolled it on for him before scooting back to the middle of the bed. He followed closely as she laid back and spread her legs to welcome him in.

Jungkook held himself in a plank over her and smiled mischievously. She raised an eyebrow at him,

“What are you doing?”

He giggled and leaned down to kiss her shoulder. YN narrowed her eyes at him. He kissed the other shoulder.

“Jungkook.”

He giggled again and kissed her forehead.

Yn laughed, “Jungkook, what are you doing?”

They were both laughing when he leaned down to kiss her lips. Their laughs mixed with moans as the head of his cock breached her entrance.

Every stroke, every kiss felt right. Every touch felt like it was meant to be. There was passion as they made love, but there was also fun.

They laughed and loved throughout the entire weekend. In fact, the box of condoms was gone by Monday morning.

They spent every night together after that weekend. Even when he worked late, Jungkook would show up at YN’s place so he could fall asleep with her in his arms.

Their relationship got serious pretty quickly. They talked about ways to keep it secret. He was afraid for her safety, and had to think about the others in his band, and she wanted to keep her privacy.

They decided to keep things to themselves for the time being.

There was a dip in infections during the summer, and Jungkook was feeling antsy. The band had pre-recorded a ton of content for ARMY and their self produced album was ahead of schedule, so he talked YN into taking a much needed vacation.

“Just the two of us, YN. I want to be alone with you in paradise.”

They were wrapped around each other in bed talking about nothing and everything when he brought up the idea of getting away for a couple of weeks.

“Jungkook, it’s a pandemic. It would be irresponsible of us to travel like that.”

“Not if we are really careful! We can double mask. And maybe we can find some private place where there aren’t a lot of people. Things are looking up! There are way less cases right now. I think we could do it safely.”

He reached over and grabbed his phone off of the bedside table, intent on looking up vacation ideas. He quickly settled on Bora Bora,

“Look! We can get a place on a private beach well away from anyone else. They can stock it with food and everything,” he was more impressed as he scrolled, “I like this one.”

“Jungkook, that probably costs a fortune. Plus, let's not forget that I do have a job. I can’t go on some vacation and then come back only to be in quarantine for two weeks. That would mean taking a good month off. I can’t do that.”

“I know your boss, though.”

YN sighed, “Would you want an employee that just takes off for a month here and there? No. I like my job. I want to keep it.”

She nuzzled back into his chest and made herself comfortable while he played on his phone. She was almost asleep when he got a text message. He smiled and said,

“See? Your boss says it’s fine if you go away with me.”

YN jerked her head up and she looked at him with irritation, “Jungkook!”

He ignored her ire and showed her the screen, “Too late. I booked it.”

“You can’t just make these kinds of decisions without my input.”

“I know. But once this pandemic really lets up and my schedule gets back to normal we won’t have time to do something like this. I just want to be with you. Spend time with you without the constraints of being an Idol. Just you and me as a couple.”

YN took in his sincerity and melted. They’d had many talks about the stresses and strains he had as part of his career, and she wanted to be able to give him what little relief she could… so she relented. She leaned up and kissed his forehead, nose and lips before snuggling back down with her nose nestled to his neck. They’d only been together for a couple of months by then, but she knew that nothing would stop Jungkook if he was feeling determined enough.

Their time in Bora Bora was magical. Somehow they were able to fly out of Korea without being noticed, which took the stress down immeasurably. As advertised, they had a private villa and beach. Jungkook insisted they pack light,

“In fact, I don’t think you’ll need much in the way of clothes at all,” he said with that huge mischievous smile of his.

They enjoyed their time relaxing and exploring their surroundings as well as each other. Jungkook brought his camera and took pictures of everything he saw, which turned out to be mostly YN.

In fact, his favorite picture was of YN on that vacation.

They spent the day on the beach, and YN wandered down to the water. She walked in just past her knees and stood enjoying a quiet moment the sun, wind and water. She had no clue Jungkook had his camera up and zoomed in. Her hair was wild in the wind and her skin glowed in the near setting sun. She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever had the pleasure to witness, and he still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that she was his.

He set down his camera and followed her into the water. He came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her middle and left a kiss on her temple. They stood watching the clouds in the distance change color for a few minutes before YN turned in his arms and kissed him. As their lips and tongues danced, Jungkook slowly walked them deeper into the water where he pulled her legs up around his waist.

No words were spoken from either of them when he pulled his hard cock out of his swim trunks, moved her bikini bottoms to the side, and slid home. They were passionate and felt like they were the only ones in the world as they made love in the ocean as the sun set.

Afterward, as they rinsed off in the outdoor shower, they each said the words that had been on the tips of their tongues since the first night they spent in each other's arms.

That night as they lay in bed, the couple talked of what they wanted to do the next day. Jungkook held YN tight and said, “You know, since you already agreed to marry me, we can go see about doing that.”

YN sat up straight and looked at him in shock, “I never agreed to marry you.”

“Yeah you did.”

“When?”

“Remember last week when we played that game where I rolled the dice to see how many times I had to make you cum and then I had you shaking and screaming my name eleven times with my mouth between your legs?”

YN flushed bright red and hesitantly said, “Yes.”

“It was then.”

“I don’t remember.”

Jungkook chuckled, feeling self satisfied, “I don’t doubt that. You were pretty out of it.”

YN slapped his chest and laid back down to snuggle with her man.

“Well?” he asked.

“Well, what?”

He grunted and swiftly moved to tickle attack her into submission… which naturally turned into a vigorous make out session. Before things went too far, though, Jungkook pulled back, “I love you, YN. Every single day I thank the gods for bringing you into my life, and I cannot imagine moving through this existence without you in it. I know we haven’t been together all that long, but I want it to go on forever. Will you marry me, YN? Will you spend your life with me? I know it won’t be easy for a while, with my career, but I believe we can make our world magical if we do it together.”

YN had no other thought but, “Yes.”

She knew it wasn’t going to be easy, and that they would have to keep it a secret for a long time, but she couldn’t imagine not being in his arms.

The next day they ventured into town and found the small courthouse where they were able to find someone that would quietly marry them, and spent the rest of their time in Bora Bora basically on their honeymoon.

No rings were exchanged, though Jungkook promised to have a huge celebration once he was able to be open about their relationship. They decided to only tell close family for the time being. He felt uneasy about keeping the information from his company and his team, but it would be less of a burden on them if they didn’t know.

Between the rest of their vacation and their time in quarantine, YN and Jungkook had a lot of down time together. YN had the opportunity to meet Jungkooks parents via video chat before they went on vacation, but still expected their concerned reactions when he told them that he’d gotten married. It was a move they never expected from him.

She met his brother in person a few times, though, and got along well with him. He and his girlfriend came over for dinner several times, and he seemed to like her.

Once quarantine was over and they both went back to work, life evened itself out. YN moved in with her husband, and they started their life of secrecy.

His schedule filled back up, and they only got to see each other late at night. But, they kept in contact all day by texting as often as possible.

Things got a little more complicated when YN found out she was pregnant. It was still happy news, though they would have preferred to wait. Best they could guess, it happened the one time they didn’t use protection… in the ocean.

“Honestly, could we have asked for a more beautiful time to create a child?” He said as he rubbed her belly.

During that time, Jungkook became even more protective of their marital status, and talked the one person outside of their families that knew they were married into changing her work schedule so she never actually saw any clients at the gym.

Jungkook’s trainer readily agreed to the plan, but YN wasn’t very happy about being shoved into paperwork duty. She did it to protect herself and her baby, but it was still annoying.

It was also around that time that Jungkook decided that they needed a dog.

“So I don’t have to worry about you being alone all the time while I’m working. We can get a big one that can protect you and our child.”

When they found the litter of Doberman puppies online, they both fell in love. Jungkook went alone to pick out the new addition to the house, but they both loved the pup, and named him Bam.

YN ended up leaving her job when the virus spiked again, afraid of catching anything with a baby on the way.

Though he continued to zealously guard his secret, Jungkook was able to sneak away when YN went into labor and was there for the birth of his son.

He was overjoyed, and it became difficult for him not to spill the beans. He knew the men he worked with would be incredible uncles, but he also understood that his having a family could also negatively affect them and their careers, as well as his own. So, again, he kept quiet.

With the world trying to find its new normal, Jungkook was away more often. The group started testing out traveling overseas again, and had a few concerts planned.

YN stayed home and took care of Jung-So and Bam. It wasn’t easy being without Jungkook so often, but his brother and his brother’s girlfriend stopped by often to visit and give YN a break.

Jungkook made sure to video chat every day, no matter how tired he was, while he was away, and YN flooded his texting app with pictures and videos so he wouldn’t feel too left out of his son’s milestones .

The band was preparing to head to the States for a few in-person concerts when YN found out that she was pregnant again.

The couple was thoroughly confused as YN had an IUD, so they thought another pregnancy was impossible. They were wrong.

It was tricky to navigate the removal of the device, but she got through it, and the baby grew to full term with no issues.

Jungkook’s schedule had him out of the country when son number two made his entry into the world, but his parents were on hand for the happy event, and his father sent him the video.

His mother insisted on staying for a while to help YN settle in with Jung-So and Jung-Bae.

Jungkook hated being away from his growing family, but knew that it was what he had to do for the time being.

He was gone for several months that time, and was ecstatic to come home.

He spent every available moment with his family. He adored his sons and was more in love with his wife than he ever could have imagined.

When it was announced that there was another long stint out of the country planned, the couple decided to buy a place in Busan so YN could be closer to his parents, and so the children could be raised with more family around.

YN and the boys were in Busan and Jungkook was already abroad when she found out she was pregnant again. This time, she’d been on the pill, and decided that her husband must have super sperm. That was the only explanation she could come up with.

Again, Jungkook wasn’t able to be there for the birth. But, son number three was just as special to him as the first two.

He continued to video chat every day, and tried to make time to call and sing them to sleep at night. He even made videos of himself singing to them for those times he just couldn’t make it work.

It broke his heart to be away from his family, and a part of him was secretly afraid that his sons would either forget about him or just view him as a stranger.

Not to mention his poor wife at home with three babies under the age of four!

They were both incredibly thankful for Jungkook’s family being there to help. His brother had become the most favorite uncle ever, since he would show up at least once a month and rough house with the boys.

Jungkook was home for a break when Jung-Hoon was six months old. This time he was able to stay for a little over a month and truly immerse himself in being a family man.

They had a few outings to secluded areas he knew about, but mostly stayed home in their own yard to play. Bam had become well adjusted to having energetic little boys running around, and even enjoyed the fawning attention he got from them.

He was a big fan of sitting with Jung-So during his TV time, as the boy had developed a habit of rubbing the dog's ear with one hand while sucking on the thumb of the other while he focused on the cartoons. The boys also had a habit of falling asleep while laying on top of the dog, but Bam didn’t seem to mind.

“Are you fucking kidding me.” Was YN’s reaction to the next pregnancy. That time, she had been on another type of birth control that had to be removed from her arm when she found out.

It was beginning to feel like Jungkook got her pregnant every time he came home.

This time, he was in the country, but in Seoul when their first daughter came into the world. Dan-i was an enigma in a house full of boys, and her grandparents rejoiced in the overflow of pink they were able to shower their granddaughter with.

Jung-So and Jung-Bae took on the role of her protectors, and Jung-Hoon had a little bit of a rough time getting over not being the youngest anymore.

When Jungkook was home, YN insisted on condoms.

“They worked before and I am not taking any chances!”

A few weeks later when Bam rested his head on her stomach the way he liked to do when she was pregnant, YN couldn’t even be surprised. Honestly, it didn’t seem like there was anything she could do to keep her husband’s super sperm from finding its goal.

Luckily, by the time Boram was born, Jungkook’s schedule had opened up enough for him to be able to be there for his second daughter’s entrance into the world.

Also around that time, a couple of the other members of Jungkook’s group were getting serious and planning weddings, so the discussion of openly living their lives began in earnest. As these men he considered brothers talked about their plans for dealing with it, he began to feel like the time had come for him to tell the truth.

Jungkook couldn’t believe he’d been married and had five children under the age of seven… and no one knew.

His schedule kept him busy in Seoul, and YN brought the kids up a couple of times to visit in between his treks down to Busan. He thought that maybe, just maybe, if the company opened up to the idea of them being open about being adult men that had relationships and lives, he might be able to move his family back with him. And that idea meant the world to him.

Now that he was in the country and able to see them more often, YN insisted that Jungkook have a vasectomy. And, honestly, he agreed. They adored their children, but five was more than enough.

He had the procedure just after she found out she was pregnant the last time, and had yet to regret it.

By the time the company and members of the group came to an agreement, Jungkook knew it was time to tell them about his life outside of BTS.

The announcement went better than he thought, even with all of the yelling. But they were also eager to meet his wife and the little humans he was blessed with.

He and YN made the plan for her to bring the kids up to Seoul on the train, and he would send someone to pick them up and bring them to the company to meet everyone.

YN had no clue how she did the things she did with that many children in tow. 6 year old Jung-So, 5 year old Jung-Bae, 3 year old Jung-Hoon and 2 year old Dan-i had their own backpacks with their favorite toys packed inside. YN had 4 month old Boram in a wrap on her chest, and a backpack full of necessities like diapers and snacks for a two hour trip.

Jungkook sent her a picture of the man that would be picking them up from the station, and she sent him regular pictures and updates along the way.

The kids were excited to see their dad and the older three spent a good majority of the trip reminding each other of the stories they wanted to tell him.

The girls slept most of the way.

As she hustled her brood off of the train with a baby on her front, back pack on her back, two year old on her right hip, three year old holding her left hand and his two older brothers holding on to him in a chain, YN thanked her past self for sending clothes and essentials to the house in Seoul so she didn’t have to bring a suitcase. She wasn’t sure how she would have managed it.

Jungkook sent a large van outfitted with 3 car seats and 2 booster seats for the trip.

The man in the picture was smiling and happy to help as they loaded up and secured everyone in their seats. The thirty minute drive to Jungkooks company was pleasant.

The van was able to drive down into the underground parking area and park in front of the door, ensuring the family’s safe entrance.

A woman met them just inside the door, and she introduced herself as a security intern that was sent to deliver them upstairs.

With the baby again secured in the wrap and Dan-i on her hip feeling shy, YN wrangled them all into the elevator. She had to stand in front of the wall of floor buttons so they didn’t touch anything, and warned them not to hit each other three times on the way up.

They made a pit stop in the bathroom to make sure everyone was empty and fresh, then

the rowdy crew followed the security intern to a door.

She‘d only opened it a couple of inches when the boys caught sight of their dad and shoved it wide in their attempts to get to him first.

“Dad!”

“Daddy!”

“Me first!”

“Get out of my way!”

“Shut up!”

Jungkook stood from the large U shaped couch and crouched down to catch his rambunctious sons in a hug.

The other men in the room were entertained and surprised.

“Holy crap! How many kids do you have, Jungkook?” Seokjin asked with a laugh.

“Six.” Yn answered as she closed the door.

“Six?” Her husband asked, thoroughly confused.

“Yep. Six.” She pointed to her belly. He laughed and kissed his sons on their heads before going to give the girls in his life their kisses hello.

“How in the hell do you have six kids?” Hoseok asked in shock.

YN chuckled, “Honestly, the only time he isn’t getting me pregnant is when I’m already pregnant.”

Jungkook kissed shy Dan-i on the back of her head when she turned her face into her mother’s neck, and Boram on top of her head in the wrap before giving his wife a welcome kiss that was only barely not inappropriate. They smiled at each other when he backed off, and she said, “I’m getting my tubes tied, or asking them to take everything out after I have this one. Your super sperm issues are ridiculous, and my body can’t seem to handle not having your babies.”

YN pulled Boram out of the wrap and handed her to Jungkook, and then turned to the boys and had them line their backpacks up along the wall so they didn’t end up all over the place.

Jung-So, ever the leader of the gang, lined his brothers up and had them do the official welcome they learned in taekwondo, which impressed everyone.

Taehyung had Boram in his arms in the time it took for Jungkook to walk over to his seat on the couch, and Jimin scooted over to try to engage Dan-i. It didn’t take long for him to pull some smiles and giggles from the shy girl, and eventually she let him pick her up and take her over to the window to point out things they could see from there.

The older two boys sat telling every story ever to Namjoon, Seokjin, Hoseok and Yoongi, while

Jung-Hoon climbed up into Jungkook’s lap and just snuggled while the other two did all the talking.

Yoongi marveled at the controlled chaos, “You’ve created your own idol group.”

Jungkook laughed, “It wasn’t on purpose.”

YN sat back and enjoyed not being touched by anyone for a few minutes. It was rare, so when it happened she fully enjoyed it.

Namjoon came over and introduced himself to her,

“Hello YN. Welcome to the family.”

She chuckled, “Thank you. I know our families will have a great time together. We’re looking forward to it.” She frowned the slightest bit, “Please don’t be too angry at Jungkook for keeping this to himself for so long. He just wanted what was best for all of us.”

Namjoon nodded solemnly, “I know. But I would have gladly shared the burden.”

The boys' stories ran out of steam by then and they’d moved on to getting their cars out of their backpacks to see what they could drive on in that room, so the other men were listening closely to this conversation.

Jungkook sighed, “I didn’t want the burden of keeping a secret that big on your backs. I’m not ashamed of marrying my wife. I love her with everything I am. And my kids,” he chuckled as he swept his arm around to the littles around the room, “were obviously meant to be here and be ours.”

YN laughed along with him. “Honestly! 5 out of 6 of our kids were conceived using some sort of birth control. It’s unreal. But I am looking forward to having my body back to being mine.”

“And mine.” Jungkook under his breath with that mischievous smile she knew and loved so much.

Plans were made to get all of their families together, but when three of the five littles started whining and another nap time was needed, the Jeon family headed home.

Jungkook spent some time the day before getting the second bedroom ready for his kids. His house only had two bedrooms, so he tried to make it as fun as possible for the four older ones to sleep. He hung white Christmas lights all over, and then nailed sheer curtains to hang from the ceiling to create a fun, magical, tent feeling.

Instead of traditional beds, he covered the floor with thick sleeping mats, pillows and blankets.

It was fun, and created a great memory for the family.

As he and YN snuggled into bed for the night with Boram sound asleep in the pack-n-play in the corner of the room, they marveled at where their lives had brought them since they met seven years prior.

It really was love, even that first time he drove her home.

They’d been a team since that day, and they’d continue to build their lives as The Jeon’s, until death do they part.

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Romancing Min Yoongi

Yoongi had finally come to the US to work in LA producing a few songs with artists he’d always admired. Los Angeles was still far away from you, but nowhere near as far as Korea, so Yoongi made arrangements for you to stay in LA while he worked. You spent your days exploring the city, and your evenings with Yoongi, if he was able to tear himself away from work. It was difficult to be with someone who works so much, but there was still a lot of love in your relationship.

As you wandered down by the marina, you overheard someone talking about a meteor shower that night and that it would look clear and amazing out on the ocean. You turned on the spot and asked if they knew of a private charter that could take you out to see it.

By the end of the hour you had a boat reserved and a text sent to Yoongi, telling him that he had plans for the night and he couldn’t get out of them. He gave a little argument about being in LA to work with people he didn’t get a chance to on a regular basis, but in the end agreed that he needed a little time with his woman.

“What do you have planned?” he asked over and over again.

Your only response was, “Something special.”

He arrived at the hotel room as the sun was setting, exhausted.

“Please, can we just order room service and watch a movie? I am exhausted and just want to recharge.” he said as he flopped down on the bed.

Laughing you crawled on top of him and kissed the tip of his nose, “Nope! I have something very special planned. I promise there is food and beer and plenty of relaxation ahead of you.”

Running his hands up and down your thighs, he smirked,

“Maybe I can convince you to stay.”

Sitting up, you booped his nose and cheerfully said, “Nope.”

You hopped off and pulled him up to sit, “Come on! The Uber will be here in a couple of minutes.”

Grabbing a couple of sweatshirts and Yoongi’s hand, you pulled him out the door and to the elevator, smiling at his cranky look the whole way.

Getting out at the marina Yoongi looked around, thoroughly curious at whatever it could be you had planned. You pulled him down to the docks and walked until you found what you were looking for, a large boat with the name “D2” painted on the side. It wasn’t yacht sized by any means, but it had a modest upper deck that was absolutely private and, for tonight, set up just for them.

“Surprise!” you said, throwing your hands over your head and cocking your hip out like a cheerleader.

Yoongi couldn’t help but smile at how proud you were of yourself in that moment.

“What?” he said with a little chuckle. “What’s the surprise?”

“This!” you point to the boat, “We have this boat to ourselves for the next few hours. There’s a meteor shower tonight, and we’re going to go out on this boat, fill ourselves with pizza and beer, snuggle up and watch the stars.” you wrapped your arms around his neck as you spoke, pressing your body against him as you rubbed your nose with his.

You pulled back and took his hand, coaxing him onto the boat. There was just the captain, a deckhand and the two of you on board for the night. As the boat set sail, the sky was truly getting dark.

Yoongi led the way up the stairs to the private viewing area and was in wonder at what he found. Turning to you with a smile he asked,

“Did you do all this?”

You looked at the plush reclining lounge chairs, pile of blankets and table with a couple of pizza’s and a cooler filled with beer on it. There was ambient lighting that seemed to glow from around the floor, bright enough to see, but not enough to block their view of the skies. Waist high railing and cushioned benches ran around the perimeter. It wasn’t super fancy, but it had a very romantic feeling to it.

“Just the pizza and beer,” you laughed. “You have to be starving! Let’s eat.”

The two of you sat back and indulged in your pizza and beer while you talked about your day and what he was working on. It wasn’t too long before you started seeing little flashes of light fall across the sky.

Grabbing a blanket, the two of you snuggled into each other on a reclined lounge chair with Yoongi on his back, one arm behind his head and the other wrapped around you as you gazed up at the stars.

“Jagiya?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you. You know that, right?”

You moved your head to look into his eyes, “Yoongi?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

You leaned up and kissed those lips you dreamed about and missed so much when he was far away. Love and passion flowed between you freely, like a river. There was no controlling it, no stopping it.

As the stars shone bright, and the meteor shower rained down, you and Yoongi made love. There was no need to watch how loud you were, Yoongi’s lips never left yours as he rocked in and out, swallowing the sounds. His cock left no nerve inside you untouched, bringing you to orgasm twice before he finally let loose and emptied himself inside you.

You were both breathing heavy as Yoongi laid with his full weight on top of you, his face buried in your neck.

“Marry me.” He said it over and over again until you finally turned your head, kissed his cheek and said,

“Yes.”

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Yoongi in Love

~1429 words~

Yoongi plans a romantic get away

You and Yoongi had decided to take things slow. Like REALLY slow. As of now, you’d only held hands, shared sweet cuddles on the couch and hugged.

You’d been hurt badly by your ex. Add on Yoongi being super famous and wealthy, and you both had some trust issues with people.

You both were enjoying each other, and talked about moving your relationship to the next level often.

As you were quickly learning, Mr. Reserved Min had a romantic side. Bringing you flowers and saying sweet things all the time.

In fact, Yoongi went as far as planning a 10 day vacation for just the two of you. You were so excited to spend all that time alone with him! And, not to be overly dramatic, but if you didn’t get some kisses soon, you might implode.

Yoongi refused to tell you where you were going on this romantic getaway, so when you got to the airport and boarded the flight to Paris, you were speechless. You spent the long flight sleeping, holding hands and watching movies together.

After taking a much shorter flight to Nice, he STILL wouldn’t give up the details on his plans. He had the sneakiest, self satisfied smile on his face while you begged for more information. You really wanted to kiss that look off his face, but somehow held back.It was late afternoon when you arrived at a beachside house. Standing out front, you were in awe!

His proud smirk reappeared, “Wait until you see the inside.”

Inside was just as beautiful. Huge windows lined the back of the house, with a view of the infinity pool, and the sandy beach of the Côte d’Azur beyond that. The kitchen was pre stocked, but you’d eaten a lot on the trip, so you weren’t hungry yet. You headed down a hallway that was just off of the living room and ran right into the master bedroom. That bed was... for lack of a better word, Epic. Huge and cozy looking, with pillows everywhere, plus the room had a large sliding glass door leading out to a private porch space.

Yoongi moved in behind you, wrapped his free arm around your waist and settled his chin on your shoulder,

“Let’s put our bags away and look around a little more”, he said, gently nudging you into the room. Holy Shit. You were sharing a room and a bed.

You knew that before you got here, but now it was right in front of you. You were nervous and excited as you put your bags away.

Taking your hand, Yoongi pulled you out of the room and led you to a small staircase that was almost hidden across the hall from the bedroom

At the top of the stairs, he reached out for the doorknob, and said,

“This is the reason I chose this house.” He opened the door and pulled you through.

You stopped and your jaw dropped to the ground. This was the most beautiful rooftop space you’d ever seen!

Walls on 3 sides, with a pergola ceiling and white canvas shades hanging from it. The back was completely open with a small, 3 foot tall half wall, giving an unobstructed view of the water. White linens hung to the sides, so you could draw them closed if you wanted more privacy.

There was a small kitchenette area, bluetooth speakers and several comfortable seats around, including what looked like a cross between a bed and a reclining beach chair that was wide enough for 3 normal chairs with one large white mattress on it.

You walked over to the opening and stood in awe of the beauty of the scenery.

“Yoongi...” you all but whispered, “This is... this is... I don’t know what to say! It’s all so beautiful! You planned all of this?”

Yoongi sidled up beside you and smiled his big, gummy smile, “You like it?”

“I love it,” you answered, looking into his eyes. You both turned to look out again. The sun had only just gone down, and the sparse clouds in the sky were various shades of pink and purple over the blue of the sea. You felt Yoongi move closer.

He slid an arm around your waist and pulled you against him. You turned your head and looked into his eyes. With the most gentle, loving look, Yoongi leaned in and touched his lips to yours. Your first kiss. Slow seduction was the only way to describe it.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and your body pressed to his as he deepened the kiss. Tongues gently explored each other as you felt the evening sea breeze around your hot skin.

Yoongi pulled back and took a deep breath to calm himself, leaving you whimpering for more.

With a strained chuckle, he took your hand and led you back to the large lounger.

“Have a seat. I had them stock up here, too. Thought we’d probably spend a lot of our time here.” Smiling, he flicked on a switch that turned on a low impact glow all around the space, then pulled a bottle of wine from the wine chiller next to the mini fridge. After handing you a glass, he reached into the fridge for a pre-made plate of fruits, meats, and cheeses and joined you on the lounger.

He connected his phone to the Bluetooth speakers, and turned on a playlist he’d been working on for weeks as he planned this vacation. Feeding each other little bites between quick kisses, and sweet looks, you got through your snack pretty quickly.

Yoongi set the plate aside and turned back to you, placed his hand on the side of your neck and ran his thumb over your bottom lip. Looking in his eyes, you opened your mouth and sucked his thumb in, running your tongue over it. You’d never seen that fire that suddenly lit in Yoongi’s eyes before.

He pulled his thumb out of your mouth and leaned forward and replaced it with his tongue. Slowly, he pushed you until your back met the mattress. Your hands switched between tangling in his hair and running all over his back as you kissed each other passionately.

As he settled between your thighs, one hand reached back to your knee, pulling your leg up to open the cradle between your thighs for him. His hand wasted no time running up your leg and under the hem of your sundress, coming to rest on the bare globe of your ass, where he squeezed and pulled you against his hard cock. Your moan had him pulling back, breathing like he just finished dance practice. He sat up on his knees and pulled his FG t-shirt over his head, looking down on you like you were a feast.

You ran your fingers gently over the swell of your breast, just visible over the material of your dress, with your eyes locked on his. Lost in the feelings that were overwhelming you. Yes, you were absolutely in lust with this man, but you were head over heels in love with him as well.

“I Love You, Yoongi,” your breath hitched a little. “Before we go any further, I want you to know that.”

He smiled his big gummy smile. “That’s why we are here. I wanted to shower you with romance, bring you to a beautiful place, and tell you how much I Love You. This isn’t just about our first kiss, or making love for the first time. This is to tell you what you mean to me. I want to keep you forever. I want to be there for you forever.”

He leaned down and kissed away the tears that escaped at his admission, and then placed a kiss on your lips that you would remember for the rest of your life.

The Love.

The Passion.

The Feeling.

It was the kind of kiss stories had been told about since the beginning of time.

Once your clothes had been peeled away, and your skin slid together, you and Yoongi made love for the first time, with the sea breeze running lightly over your sweaty skin and the stars shining bright above. Confessing your love for each other over and over as the night wore on.

Finally, exhausted and spent as the sky started to get light, you and Yoongi made your way down to the huge, epic bed. Unable to keep your hands off each other, you made love one more time before finally falling asleep in each other’s arms.

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Ad Executive

Namjoon x Reader

Nipple Play

1692 wc

As an Ad executive, you were groomed to be a balls out bad ass bitch. You had to be in that job market. Dressed in a tight dark blue sleeveless dress that covered you from neck to knees, you were professional, with just a touch of sexy.

Your lucky black Louis Vuitton heels clicked on the marble tile floor as you walked into the Big Hit conference room with your concept presentation for BTS’s next comeback, and you came face to face with a couple of higher ups and Kim Namjoon. Leader of BTS. As you were 10 minutes early for the meeting, you just smiled, gave a bow to the room at large, introduced yourself, and set your laptop up so they could all see your presentation on the big screen secured to the wall.

All in all the meeting went well. Ideas were tossed back and forth until a concrete plan was made. You shook hands with everyone as they left for their next appointments, and as you were packing up, you saw Namjoon, dressed in a dark, expensive looking black suit with a crisp white shirt and silver and black Rolex gleaming in the light of the room. He was seated in an over-large plush chair, set back in the corner of the room.

Legs crossed, one hand resting on his thigh and the other in his hair as he stared you down. Clearing your throat, assuming he stayed back to talk about more ideas, you raised an eyebrow and asked if there was something more he wanted to discuss.

“Discuss?” He said, “No. I don’t think Discuss is the right word.”

Confused, you stared back, noticing the little hairs on the back of your neck standing on edge, and goosebumps forming all over your body. Not in fear. No, you were aroused by his subtle display of domination.

You cleared your throat again, hoping to master a little control over your body. You took a sip from the water bottle that’d been provided for the meeting, and reminded yourself that you were a badass. Men like this DIDN’T affect you. No matter how your body reacted.

What was really bothering you was the fact that you’d never had a reaction like this before.

“Lock the door, please,” Namjoon said quietly.

Your head snapped up.

You looked at him, completely caught off guard. You shot for a haughty laugh, and very nearly achieved it.

He just lowered his head a fraction and kept those dark eyes pinned to yours. After a short internal struggle, you finally went and locked the door.

“Come here.”

You turned sharply at that command, trying to think of something intelligent to answer with.

You were uncomfortable with this... feeling... he was creating in you. It almost felt... submissive? No. You were NOT submissive. You commanded the world. YOU were in charge.

“Do I need to say it again? I don’t enjoy repeating myself, Little One.”

Little One? LITTLE ONE?!?!

You found yourself moving toward him even as your mind exploded in anger at the use of such a demeaning nickname. How dare he? Who did he think he was? Maybe you should just slap him and show him…

But, as you came to a stop in front of him, all of those thoughts seemed to get quiet. Almost like they were far away.

Namjoon uncrossed his legs with a slow, controlled movement, leaned forward and laid his hands on the outsides of your calves.

His eyes never left yours. It was almost an innocent touch. But your breath hitched as if he’d touched a much more intimate place.

Namjoon was silent as his hands started a slow glide upward. They slipped under the hem of your dress, and dragged the bottom of it upward.

As his fingers slid closer to your core, you seemed to snap out of the daze you found yourself in.

“What do you think you’re....”

“Sshhhhhh Little One.” He cut off your attempt to regain your composure.

“Now is not the time for you to speak. Now is not the time for you to think. Now is the time for you to feel. Come here.” He pulled you down to straddle his lap with your dress pushed up around your ass. His hands caressed the bare skin and the strap of the matching blue thong.

“What do you want from me Mr. Kim?”

Namjoon chuckled.

“Mr. Kim? I’ll let that one pass. But from now on, you can call me Sir when we are alone like this.”

“Sir?!?” You said, voice too breathy for your liking. But, still you kept trying to grasp at a little control.

“What makes you think we will ever be alone like this again? In fact..” you moved to stand when a stinging slap landed on your left butt cheek, causing you to still and stare back at him. You hoped the look on your face showed incredulity, and that he didn’t feel the heat between your thighs.

“You will stay right where you are, for now.”

His hands moved up your back. Slowly tracing his fingers from your mostly naked bottom, up your spine to the base of your neck, where the zipper of the dress lay.

Unzipping the dress, Namjoon kept your eyes locked on his. He was watching you and your reactions so closely, you felt like you were under a microscope.

Once fully unzipped, Namjoon peeled the top of the dress down, exposing the strapless bra.

He took his time running his fingers all over the exposed skin. Eyes still on yours. You weren’t sure how to feel. He wasn’t even looking at your body. Despite everything, you found yourself wondering if he even noticed that the bra and thong matched. Wondered if he liked them.

No! Wait! It didn’t matter if Sir liked them or not! Sir?!? Why were you thinking of him as Sir??

Once again, you felt the sting of a slap on your bottom, forcing you to come abruptly out of your head.

Namjoon frowned, “Attention, Little One. You will give Me your full attention”.

You blinked rapidly as he commanded, “Take off the bra.”

You looked toward the door, and his hand came down a little harder on your ass.

“The door is locked. No one else will see what is now mine. Take off the bra, Little One”.

A very quiet part of your mind really wanted to argue with every part of what he said, but the part of your mind that wanted to please Sir was louder than everything else.

You took off your bra and found that your whole body was humming and tingling. Needy.

Bare from the waist up, still keeping eye contact with Sir, you impatiently anticipated what might happen next.

One hand moved from your waist, ran lightly up your ribs and stopped to caress under your breast for a moment before lightly touching the sensitive tip and working it’s way up to your throat to cup under your chin.

Your heart beat out of your chest as he slipped his thumb into your mouth.

“Suck. Sir wants that thumb covered in saliva.”

Completely under his spell, you looked deep into those eyes and sucked on his thumb. You swirled your tongue around it, and made sure to coat it with as much saliva as possible. You whimpered at the loss when he popped his thumb out of your mouth,

“Shhhh Little One. I’ve got you.” Whispered Namjoon as he fed you his other thumb. Why were you so turned on by this? You were utterly confused and completely turned on. Your hips started to move on their own, trying to find relief.

Once both of his thumbs were wet, Namjoon lowered his hands, and put those thumbs on the tips of your sensitive nipples. You gasped at the contact, still staring into those eyes that had become your whole world in such a short time.

Slowly, Namjoon started to circle your nipples. God, it felt so good! The sensations were so strong. It felt like there was a direct line from your nipples to your clit. Little by little, he picked up the pace. Round and round. Around and over those little tips.

You started to shake and whimper, trying to keep your eyes open, knowing that’s what Sir wanted. Namjoon abruptly stopped the circles, and started quickly rubbing his thumbs over your nipples at a pressure and speed that had you moaning and grinding down on his cock.

“Give it to me, Little One. Let me see you cum for me.”

And, it happened. You’d never cum on command before, but there you were, pussy clamping around nothing, releasing enough moisture to soak through your panties and leave a large spot on Namjoon’s pants. Clit throbbing in time with your nipples. Body shaking. Eyes involuntarily closing.

“Ssssiirrrr” you hiss out.

Namjoon pulled you into his arms, rubbing his hands up and down your back, comforting you and helping you come down from your high.

Soon enough, you seemed to find yourself again. You sat up, shyly covering your breasts. Namjoon chuckled.

“No need to be shy with me, Little One. I plan to get to know every inch of your body and every reaction I can pull from it. I want to know exactly how hard I can make you cum, and how many ways I can make it happen. We will start tonight. Dinner first, though. I need you to have energy to keep up.”

When you stood and redressed yourself, he continued to watch. A small part of you still wanted to argue with him and try to regain your control. But the overwhelming part of you felt... Relief. Excitement. Horny, even.

You found yourself craving that rush of letting go, and handing it all over to Sir.

Blushing, you nod your head, and dug out a business card for him so that he could text you the details.

As you left, you found that inner badass bitch that you lost a little bit ago. Once again refreshed and ready to take on the world.

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Teasing Jimin

746 word one shot

✎ Jimin x Reader

✎ trying to rile up your man

✎ Masterbation

⚠︎︎ smut

Jimin pulled his suit jacket off when you walked through the door. He'd been patient with you and your teasing all throughout dinner with his colleagues, but he'd reached his limit on the way home.

He was driving, one hand on the wheel and the other on the stick shift, thinking

about some business transaction that needed to be dealt with the next day when your teasing went too far. He’d stopped at a light and glanced to his right, only to see the mirror on the sun visor in front of you pointed down at your lap. Your dress was pulled up with your

legs spread just enough to give yourself access, and the fingers of your right hand were tracing the edges of your black lace panties up and down, occasionally dragging them across the center, where the heat that had been rising all night felt like it could

burn you.

Jimin froze.

His eyes were glued to the mirror and the show you were giving him. The sound of the horn from the next car in line made him jolt out of the trance, he cleared his throat and put his eyes back on the road. He grimaced when you moaned, and his thoughts turned to what was going to happen when he got you home.

"Are you really that horny that you can't wait, Jagiya?"

"Yesssss" you hissed out as the tip of your middle finger grazed across your clit, "I need you Jimin. All day I've been thinking about how every single ridge of your cock feels when you push inside of me."

Your back arched as you spoke, and your left hand came up to pinch at your nipple, your voice just above a moaning whisper,

"Do you remember, Jimin? Do you remember what it feels like? How you try to keep it slow and steady, and try to make it sweet, but you can't. You lose control and end up pounding inside of me, swiveling your hips to make sure you hit all of those sweet spots only you seem to know how to find. And when you force my body to cum, you can't help yourself. You always cum inside of me, even when you know you shouldn't. You always hold yourself deep, until you know I'm full. Do you remember, Jimin?" Jimin didn't answer. He just groaned and ran his fingers through his hair and tried his damnedest not to look your way as he navigated the drive home.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't noticed Jimin suck in his cheeks, like he did when he was annoyed. You didn't look at the way he was spinning the rings on his right hand, like he did when he was annoyed. In fact, when you slipped your fingers inside of your panties to go ahead and finish the job yourself, you closed your eyes and lost sight of everything but the feeling of your fingertips circling your clit... Never touching it directly... just around the outer edges, building the tension in your lower stomach. Your heartbeat sped up, and the coil

inside of you got tighter, promising to break and let loose the spasming flood you’d needed all day.

You were almost there. You could see the fireworks starting to shoot off beneath your eyelids,

When Jimin lunged over the center console and grabbed your wrists. He pulled your arms toward him and slammed his lips onto yours. You hadn't noticed him pulling the car into the parking garage, or felt him stop. And now you had a turned on, pissed off man that you'd been purposely teasing all night ready to take care of his feisty little problem.

Your pussy spasmed lightly, but not enough to provide any sort of relief. Your frustration level grew as the coil in your stomach loosened. You were almost there! Just another couple of seconds and you would have been able to take the edge off. You took your frustration out on the kiss…biting and wrestling your tongue with his while trying to pull your wrists out of his grasp, but he just tightened his hold and chuckled. He pulled back and kept eye contact as he said,

"Now, Jagi, we are going to go inside, and you are going to get exactly what you've been asking for all. night. long."

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Ilya

After taking the job as your model best friend’s PA, you travel the world and eventually end up in South Korea where she finally introduces you to her boyfriend, Taehyung. Your inner ARMY has a minor freak out when they introduce you to your bias, Jungkook, over dinner. One thing leads to another, and you end up getting to know your bias a lot better than you ever imagined.

Lots of smut.

7705 wc

seriously.... it’s mostly smut....

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Enchanted Garden

Y/N is a princess sent by her father to marry a prince in an arrangement that works for both Provinces. She meets her future husband, only to find that his brother wants her as his own, instead.

Her handmaiden, Rue, originally comes from the forest where magic is known to reside in this Province, and is asked to take the trio to the Enchanted Garden to ask Jimin, the King of Fairies, which brother the Princess is fated to be with.

Y/N + Namjoon/Jungkook

Original Character + Jimin

10268 words

Magic, Arranged Marriage, Threesome, Voyeurism, unprotected sex

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