#bts fanfction

[isaissues67]

𝐒𝐔𝐁!𝐊𝐎𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 | sub!koo x dom!f.reader

sub!koo who eats your pussy like he's starving to death, sucking on your clit and looking in your eyes for praise and demands.

sub!koo who calls you "mommy" while pleading for you to slip his throbbing cock into your pussy that's been rubbing against it for way longer than he can take.

sub!koo who begs to be slapped across the face while you ride his sensitive cock, bottom lip jutting out pathetically as he does so.

sub!koo who cums in his pants just from sniffing your light pink panties, coated in a thin layer of arousal while rutting his hips against nothing but the air.

sub!koo who grips your hips gently to guide you how he wants to be ridden, only to have his hands slapped away and cuffed to the bedframe for not asking permission.

sub!koo who sobs his eyes out as you edge him. the second he gets close because your creamy pussy is pulsing around his shaft relentlessly, you pull him out, leaving his thighs shaking and his hands twitching in his cuffs as he tugs on them desperately.

sub!koo who drips precum into your pussy when you spit in his mouth, making it so difficult for him to hold back his release when you force him to swallow and stick his tongue out to prove his obedience.

sub!koo whose eyes roll into the back of his head when he finally gets to orgasm. his jaw going slack as he attempts to release a sound of pure pleasure, but the waves only silence him. his seed spills into your pussy in thick, creamy ropes, painting your walls white for minutes before he finally lets out a choked gasp for air and a small "mommy, i can't take it," while he continues to cum and thrash.

[apersuerwrites]

so apparently i’m writing an entire universe now

okay, so i think it’s finally time i talk a little bit about what i’ve actually been planning for this universe because apparently i have accidentally created an entire universe instead of just writing one fic 😭

the universe is called Interdepartmental Relations, and In the Spaces Between is only Part One of it.

PART ONE — In the Spaces Between

this is the story you’re currently reading. two years after the seven of them broke apart, they’re forced back into each other’s lives through work, and have to figure out what happened to them, what went wrong, and whether there’s still something worth rebuilding. it’s ultimately a story about love, loss, accountability, and finding your way back to each other.

and then there’s everything else.

PART TWO — [title to be revealed]

this one goes back nine years and ends three years before In the Spaces Between.

it’s about how they got there in the first place. how seven people met, became friends, slowly became something more, spent far too long in the space between friendship and actually admitting what they were doing, and eventually fell in love and got together.

it’s the history behind the people you meet in Part One. and because i am apparently incapable of writing anything without an excessive amount of history, there is a LOT of it.

PART THREE — [title to be revealed]

the two years that were never shown.

not a retelling of the breakup, and not really a plot-heavy story either. just the moments that happened in those two years that never had a place in Part One or Part Two.

the hotel rooms. the empty spaces. the quiet moments. the things they experienced alone. the little reminders of people who used to be part of every ordinary day.

basically, two years of different shapes of absence.

PART FOUR — [title to be revealed]

and then we get to see what happens after they’ve finally learned how to love each other better.

a new case. the seven of them working together again. except this time, the foundation underneath them is different.

it’s about them figuring out how to exist as a team and as a relationship when they’ve actually learned from everything that happened before.

and hopefully, they’ll be slightly less emotionally catastrophic this time. hopefully. 😭

PART FIVE — [title to be revealed]

the little things.

the simple days that never made it into the main stories. small festivals and celebrations, birthdays, random conversations, chat histories, tiny quirks, domestic moments, stupid little incidents, and all those pieces of their lives that don’t need an entire fic built around them but that i still want to see.

basically, little glimpses of their lives when nothing particularly important is happening.

because sometimes i just want to watch seven people exist together.

so, yeah.

In the Spaces Between was never really meant to be a standalone story.

it just happened to be the first door into the universe.

and i have a feeling there are going to be a lot more doors after it. ♡

[singularity4joon]

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[singularity4joon]

BURNOUT || JJK

racer! jk x fem! reader

★ previous parts ↣ 1, 2, 3, 4

wc: 2900 (sorry 💔 )

His devotion to you isn't because of your pretty curves or how the neon lights shine beautiful casts off your skin, it's an obsession that keeps him breathing. An obsession that makes his hallucinations freeze. An obsession where his mind is so spiritually connected to your soul that he starts to feel everything in you. His body moves to yours in a way that helps your benefit. You're petrified of him, just like anyone else. But when will that terror turn into curiosity? When will that curiosity turn into love?

warnings: motion sickness, reader pukes, harsh languages, harsh jk, violence, near death, mature themes

a/n: hey, i’m sorry this is such a quick chapter. i intended to write more but if you hadn’t seen my post, you wouldn’t know that i’ve been HEAVILY sick. i wanted to get something out for you, so enjoy this quick, chaotic chapter :) … so, he doesn't know how to handle things well. he doesn't know what breaks people or glues them together. he just knows what's right and wrong for him. expect major yearning in the next couple chapters, though 😘

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ ─ "I can't believe you!"

A sudden grip on your arm stuttered your words into a choke. You glanced over your shoulder to see Namjoon, smiling weakly at you.

"It's okay," two dimples came your way and you almost gave in right there. "Nothing bad will happen. You can trust him on this, alright?"

"She doesn't need any pep talk, she's fine," Jeongguk flicked his wrist which had motioned Namjoon quickly to push you into the car. You struggled against him, heel digging deep to the ground but his strength had gotten the best of you. "It's not bad at all."

"This better be fun or I'll slap you," you pointed a finger at Jeongguk, who was also entering the drivers space. You ignored Namjoon behind you, who gave a small shoulder squeeze before reaching out to grab ahold of a red, heavy jacket.

He slid it into the window, watching silently as you eyed it down warily. "Put it on, it's fire resistance if that helps you."

With a defeated sigh, you slipped the heavy leather over your shoulders, the thickness of the fabric bunching around you. It smelt like burnt rubber and at the moment, you swore you were gonna puke.

"Check the harness," Jeongguk insisted as he reached across the console and to you.

"Don't you dare, Stalker." you snapped, swatting his hand away before he could get close to touching you, though your fingers fumbled clumsily with the thick straps until you finally managed to click the metal buckle into place across your chest.

By the time you were done, Namjoon had rounded around the car to peak through Jeongguks rolled down window. He tapped the edge, gathering the youngest attention.

"What." Jeongguk sneaked a glance at him.

"That girl never does this shit, and you know that. Take it easy on the curves." Namjoon warned him, looking at you for a split of a second before back to Jeongguk. "Newcomers get very motion sick or anxious, we were all like that at one place."

"Mhm," Jeongguk hummed, keeping his eyes away from Namjoon as he turned the engine into ignition, until it was vibrating under you, the sound rocketing straight through your chest and rattling the teeth in your skull.

Namjoons word had tightened your anxiousness in a burden you've never felt before. Not only that, but the oversized racing jacket Namjoon had forced you into felt like a weighted blanket, trapping the heat and making your skin prickle with nervous sweat.

Without a backward glance at the mechanic, Jeongguk slammed his foot down on the clutch, shifted into first with a brutal crunch, and shot out of the garage bay doors like a bullet fired from a gun. You instantly reached out to grab ahold of the side car door, feeling your body instantly press back into the seat.

The arena outside passed by in a blur, an insanely fast motion that you were lucky enough to never seen before, until now. It was sickening, dizzying so much it had your stomach churning.

"What the hell is your problem!?" You screamed at him, your voice barely even tearing past the loud shriek of the engine beneath you. Your nails dug into the leather handle, palms sweating so heavily your hands slightly slipped against it.

Jeongguk didn't answer. He didn't even look your way.

You looked back at him, the irritation in you growing with fear as you noticed how calm he looked. Jaw slightly clenched, he had one arm gripped on the shifter and the other wrestling the steering wheel. He didn't look dead like how others and you claimed he usually is to be - more like he finally was alive. Breathing normally.

A sharp corner appeared on the track and you barely had enough time to brace yourself before he sharply turned to it, drifting so hard the car almost grind against the tracks outer walls. You felt the insides in your body move along with the car, the gravity's pressure pushing you right against the car door.

"Can you fucking slow down?" And when he didn't answer you, you clutched the door even harder, your bones now trembling under the force of what felt like hands pulling on them until the marrows snapped. "Get me out of this car, Psycho!"

He did respond this time. Not in words, although that's what you were hoping for, even if it were to be a shout or growl. But instead, what came was a tick of his muscle in his temple and the acceleration of the gas pedal. He had it pushed completely on the ground, and by that point your body was in the middle of a sandwich made of car seat and air that reeked of burning rubber.

"I told you to not call me psycho," another sharp curve, another screech from your lungs. It was a turn of violence that felt less like driving and more like an act of war.

Your entire body slammed sideways, the heavy passenger door acting as the only thing keeping you from spiraling right then and there. The force squeezed every ounce of air from your lungs until your vision blurred at the edges.

"I seriously truly hate your ugly, fucking guts," you choked out, squeezing your eyes shut. "I'm going no to throw up, I swear to God! Jeongguk If you don't slow down right now—"

The car jerked violently as he yanked the wheel again, correcting into a straightaway only to immediately slam back down on the accelerator.

"You think this is a game with that 'Psycho' word?" he snarled, his voice cutting through the scream of the engine like a blade. "You think you can just sit there and spit that word at me like I'm some fucking monster you found bleeding in an alley?"

Another sharp curve materialized out of the dark, and instead of braking, Jeongguk threw the car into a hard, aggressive drift. Sparks showered into the air as the outer edge of the car grazed the barrier, a metallic scrape that shrieked against your eardrums.

You let out a bloodcurdling scream, your hands flying up to grip the roll cage above your head as your body was violently thrown back against the seat.

"And are you upset I'm telling the truth!?" You heaved with a sob, terror breaking past your anger. "Get me out of this vehicle you psychotic piece of shit!"

"You think I'm crazy?" he snapped, his chest heaving under his jacket as he threw the car into yet another vicious, blinding turn.

"I do!"

The moment the words left your mouth, the car jerked into a violent, sudden stop. Your body shot forward, leather seatbelt choking into the skin on your neck as you braced the fly to the dashboard.

Only for his hand to shoot out across the console, his large hand catching you squarely by the chest and shoving you hard back against the seat just as your face was an inch away from shattering against the glass.

The force of the stop threw up a sudden cloud of smoke and dust, the thickness crawling around the windows and the smell completely filling the cabin.

You were seconds away from dying and he had saved you... while being the lead cause to that death.

The thought terrified you in the silence that rung through the car. Only the tick of the cooling engine and small tears escaping your throat was enough to tell you that this was all real. This just happened and it's not a dream.

Your hands shook uncontrollably, your fingers clawing at the heavy safety belt cutting deep into your collarbone as your chest heaved in violent waves.

You were alive.

The windshield was intact.

But your entire nervous system was completely, utterly shattered.

Jeongguk didn't move his hand.

His large palm remained pressed flat against the thick fabric over your chest with his long fingers splayed wide. You could feel his frantic heartbeat through his wrist - or perhaps, it was your own.

Slowly, you forced your tear-blurred eyes upward.

Jeongguk was staring straight at you.

"You think I'm crazy," he whispered.

"Let me out," you sobbed, your voice breaking entirely as the last bit of your fight turned into pure terror.

You couldve died.

You pushed weakly against his massive shoulder, desperate for air, desperate for space, desperate to just be anywhere else on earth. "Please, Jeongguk. Let me out of the car."

He didn't say anything, just watched you silently with those eyes you now hate so much as you managed to finally drag a full, shaky breath down your lungs.

Without a single word of warning, his hand dropped from your chest, his foot slammed back down onto the gas pedal, and the car roared back into life.

Your body sunk back into the seat and you shot your arms out, gripping just as hard as your chest was heaving. You didn't scream this time... you couldn't.

Your throat felt completely raw.

You stared blindly through the windshield, tears hot and stinging against your eyelashes and every passing second felt like an eternity.

The car only seemed to go faster and faster. The race track seemed endless.

But just as quickly as it was to begin, the roaring of the engine began to die down. You watched through your blurry vision as the familiar silhouette of Namjoon's garage came into view. You were never so grateful to see a place stained with grease.

Jeongguk didn't even bother to pull in gently. He slammed on the brakes, not as hard as the other time, but enough to give your body a tiny jolt forward.

The engine fell silent.

"Holy shit!" Then came Namjoon's cheers, running out of the open doors with a cellular object dancing in his waving hands. "You beat your record, Ghost! The hell!"

Ignoring Namjoon's cheers, you shoved the passenger door open with your shoulder, the heavy metal swinging wide with a clatter. And the second the opening was wide enough, you scrambled out of the car.

Your legs were trembling so violently they barely supported your weight, your heels skidding against the gravel as you stumbled away from the vehicle.

You didn't make it more than a few yards past the last edge of the garage before your stomach violently churned.

You collapsed forward with your hands braced against your knees, and before you could process the bitter bile rising up your throat - you had thrown up. Puking so violently your throat ached.

The suffocating realization that you had come so close to pain finally tore through your defenses, leaving you heaving in the cold night air.

Once you were done, everything was silent. You choked, lifting a trembling hand to wipe at the corner of your mouth, the motion sickness still wobbling at the edges of your vision. You closed your eyes in great hopes to have it all fade away.

You were just crouching there, waiting for the nausea to pass, for the world to stop spinning, and wishing with every broken piece of your heart that you had never ever collided with Jeon Jeongguk.

Once everything settled back down, you were able to distinct the sound of Jeongguk and Namjoon having a small conversation in the garage. Sounds of tools working echoed in the air, along with a sterness soaking in Namjoons voice.

You couldn't pick up all that came from their mouths, but a few lingers of "Hallucinations" and "Shouldn't have done that" rung in your reddened ears.

With a growl, you tore the heavy racer coat off your shoulders, letting the cool air treat the sweat beading all throughout your frame.

Genuinely, how could things lead this way?

You were at work. Tired, yes, but your day was good. You were wishing to relax at home, to take a nice shower, to feel good - only for all of that to be ruined by a man who's a pained stain in your life.

You scrambled back to your feet, using your clammy palms to swipe off the graven that had stuck to your knees, they burned from the impact but you didn't care. You had only one idea in mind and before running back home, you knew you needed to get it done.

Tucking the jacket under your arms, you raced back toward the entrance of the garage where their conversation had grew more distinctable for you. The warm lights of his garage sent a sudden, throbbing pain to your temple and the sight of Jeongguk didn't want to make you scream so badly ever before.

"How the fuck does a person make hallucinations freeze, Ghost? Tell me that. How the fuck is that possible." Namjoon cursed, running his hand through his short, buzzed hair as if he were going through a crisis. His eyes flickered to you, and before he could speak up, Jeongguk had cut him off.

"I don't know. It just happens. Im scared of that fact too."

You watched as Namjoon's mouth parted in slight shock as you marched straight toward the pair, yanking the heavy racing jacket from under your arm and shoved it harshly against his chest.

"Take your damn jacket," you hissed, voice slightly shaking.

Namjoon instinctively caught the fabric, stumbling back half a step against his workbench as his brow raised at the fury radiating off you.

"Jeongguk, what the fuck did you do?" You heard Namjoon whisper as you whipped around to face Jeongguk, looking him dead in the lifeless eyes.

You didn't hesitate, no second for him to breathe, speak, or pull you back - you brought your hand back and slapped it hard across his cheek.

Jeongguk's head snapped sideways from the force of the blow. He didn't flinch away or raise a hand to stop you. He just stood there, completely emotionless as his face turned back to look at you.

You watched as his jaw clenched, a bright angry mark of hand blooming fiercely across his sharp cheekbone, a complete contrast to his pale skin.

You were centimeters away from being chest to chest with him, your hands curled tightly at your sides, and your entire body trembled so violently you could barely stand.

You wanted to bury yourself. To smack him until he cried as hard as you were. Just anything to take the feeling blooming inside of you away.

"You are a sick, selfish, psychotic piece of shit!" You screamed, the raw sound tearing from your thorny throat. "You think you can just terrorize my workplace, drag me out here, and use me as your own emotional crutch so you could do whatever the hell you were aiming for?! You could've killed us! You didn't care if I died, if I threw up, and certainly that I was crying! Just because you 'broke your record'"?

Jeongguk's dark, consuming eyes bored into yours. The red mark on his face throbbed, yet his expression was completely blank. A dangerous, unnerving void that made the hair on the back of your arms stand up.

"I would never kill you-"

"Right, asshole, because you just so happened to hold me before I went flying out of the windshield." Hot tears spilled down your lashes and tracked down your flushed cheeks. "If you ever, ever, come near me again, I won't just slap you. I'd love to make you a real, cozy home in the closest asylum."

You watched as his face drained through twenty, immediate different emotions, beofre settling on pure rage. A thick vein at his temple began to throb, matching the erratic pulse of a predator backed into a corner.

"An asylum?" Jeongguk repeated, his growl vibrating straight through the floorboards. "You think this is a joke? You think I'm out of my fucking mind-"

Before the rest of the sentence could tear past his teeth, he surged forward with rage, crossing the distance between you in a heartbeat. His massive hand shot out, fingers clenching into the fabric of your shirt with enough force to send you doubling over, pulling you until you slammed against his frame.

"You don't know a damn thing about what you do to me. You don't know what goes through my mind."

Namjoon reached out to hold Jeongguk back by his chest, setting you free until you stumbled back from the force.

"Don't you fucking dare say anything, she already thinks you're insane enough," Namjoon barked. "Stand down, Ghost. Look at me. Stand down."

"I hope you can find the day where you use your mind correctly," trembling from head to toe, you turned on your heel. "And start to think before you ruin everything you touch."

You bolted out of the garage, leaving the raging roar of their voices behind you in the dark.

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[kookiemonsterinmee]

Need help finding a story!!

So the name was something along the lines of brothers in room 7 or something similar. It’s a Taekook x reader story. Tea kook are brothers they are in some sort of psych ward and reader the the psychologist. Maybe they were hybrids not sure. Taehyung is not on the official records of the facility he manipulates her when the doors are somehow locked from outside of the room. It had just started maybe just a couple of chapter in but I lost the story and can’t find it anymore.

Please help!!!

[wildchildtale]

🕸️ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐘 🕸️

Pairing: (Spider-Man) Kim Seokjin X Reader

Genre: lovers to exes to lovers; shameless smut; light angst; superhero au; jealousy

Word Count: 5.6K

Warnings: smut smut smut; dirty talk; slight dom/sub; lots of biting; titty play; lactation kink; vaginal fingering; cum play; creampie; spit kink; slight breeding kink; creampie; vaginal sex; rough sex; blowjob; spanking; just pure filth

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Your boyfriend has been acting strange lately. Disappearing without explanation, coming home bruised, and always missing out on your dates — to name a few. You think you know why and break up with him before he can make a bigger fool out of you. You couldn’t have been more wrong.

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a/n: this fic has been sitting in my folder for over a week now, and i decided to finally publish this very raw and unedited version because i’m actually down with a really bad cold right now so can’t really edit or write new stuff 😭 i’ve also been trying out a new writing style with this one, and this is my first attempt at writing proper smut, so pls be kind to me 🥹 and again, i would REALLY love the comments like always!! <3

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Your leg bounces under the table, a habit you’ve had since you were five, as you wait for your boyfriend at the little coffee shop.

You check the time on your phone, your lock screen lighting up with a picture of you and Seokjin making ridiculous faces mid-air on a trampoline. You smile fondly.

You quickly pull your lips into a scowl, you are supposed to be angry right now, not fond.

You and Seokjin have only been dating for three months.

Which is kind of crazy, considering the two of you spent almost a year dancing around each other because the both of you were too shy to make the first move.

That was then and this is now, you waiting for your boyfriend who’s currently thirty minutes late to the date he planned.

You wait for another five minutes and scoff when he still doesn’t show up. You unlock your phone and fire off a text.

Let’s break up.

The breakup didn’t come out of nowhere nor was this the first time he was late to your dates. This has been a pattern for over the last two months and you’re so done.

Whenever you confront him, it’s always the same three excuses.

baby the traffic was real bad

im so sorry baby, i forgot, it’s the boys’ night today, can we please raincheck?

the math club really need me right now. swear i will make it up to you, pretty please?

The least he could do was be creative with the excuses. Math-fucking-Club. That’s what you lost him to. You were pretty sure he was probably two timing you. That asshole. Whatever, you no longer cared anymore.

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You couldn’t be more wrong.

Seokjin loves you. So much that he feels like he might go crazy if he doesn’t hear your voice every day. But being a superhero isn’t exactly easy.

For starters, he can’t really tell you he’s Spider-Man and that’s for your own good. It’s also just his luck that the moment he finally gets the girl of his dreams, the city is being terrorized by a green-masked lunatic.

And there’s the cherry on the top, the fact that Seokjin has never been great at time management. Between patrolling the city, fighting supervillains, keeping up with college, and working his part-time job, he tends to lose track of time and show up late.

Or, like this time, not show up at all.

Unfortunately, Green-Garbage-Goblin had chosen today of all days to crash a charity event downtown. Seokjin was supposed to swing by, stop him, and still make it to your date on time.

Instead, ten minutes turned into an hour, then some more, and by the time he finally succeeded in stopping him from burning the whole museum down, you’d broken up with him.

So here he is. Standing outside your door, drenched to the toes, looking like a hot mess. Some superhero he is.

He’s almost thinking of making his way through your window when you finally open the door.

You look……

So fucking adorable in your Hello Kitty pajamas. Your hair are sticking out in every direction, eyes still puffy with sleep, and your lips a little glossy from where you must’ve been licking them.

And Seokjin wants to have a taste. If he wasn’t such a big stupid fool, he’d probably be kissing them right now.

You dumb fuck Seokjin. He mentally kicks himself.

“Aren’t you a little early?”

Seokjin had seen firsthand how condescending you could be when you were angry. And with the contempt in your tone and way you’re scowling at him right now, you’re at your peak.

“Baby, I am so—“

“So sorry, something urgent came up and the boys really needed me at the club. Please…forgive me, baby!” You complete his excuse for him in an exaggerated whiny voice which, of course, Seokjin’s dick fails to understand and instead twitches pathetically in his pants.

Really? Right now? Read the damn room BigJin! Pipe down.

“That’s not what I-” he clamps his mouth shut and neatly swallows the lame excuse down when you shoot him a death glare.

“Did you not read my text? I’m done with you.” You huff, folding your arms across your chest.

“No baby, let’s not do that. I don’t want to break up!” He steps closer, panic creeping into his voice. “I swear I’ll be better, I’ll make it up to you, please just give me a chance, princess.” He pleads.

“That’s what you said the last two times too, Seokjin. I just…I can’t do this, waiting and wondering where you are all the time, I’m sorry.” You sigh, defeated, hands dropping to your sides.

And even when you’re dumping him right now and breaking his heart, Seokjin can’t stand to see the sad look on your face so he pulls you into his arms and tells you it’s okay, he understands.

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It’s been five whole agonising days since Seokjin has felt your lips on his. He can’t seem to get out of his bed or do anything at all. His appetite is gone and he no longer shows up to Math club meetings.

But he doesn’t get the luxury to grieve or wallow in self pity because Green Goblin is out looking for his next victim.

Seokjin also starts keeping an eye on you from the shadows. He can’t hold you, kiss you, or call you his anymore, but he can at least make sure you’re safe.

He stays hidden as he watch you walk to the cafe and…wait what…what the fuck?

Who the fuck is that guy?

You sit across from some guy at the same cafe where Seokjin had missed your date.

The guy’s back is to Seokjin but he can already tell the guy probably looks hideou—

Fuck.

The guy turns around to place your orders, and Seokjin finally sees his face.

Fuck.

He’s fucking hot and has big doe eyes. Fuck, Seokjin has eyes. Oh fuck.

The hot guy with big doe eyes drops off your Americano.

Huh? You don’t even like Americano.

Seokjin scoffs, but continues watching as the guy bends down to whisper something to you, his lips almost touching your ears. You throw your head back and laugh.

Seokjin clenches his jaw and fumes.

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You’ve joined the campus radio station, the mentoring group, and even picked up a new part-time job just to keep your mind off Seokjin.

For such a short lived relationship, it’s embarrassing how devastated you feel.

You’re making your way back to your dorm after meeting your older brother’s best friend, who had offered you an internship opportunity at his startup.

Honestly, you had no idea why someone like Dean thought you were qualified for an HR role. What did you know about human relationships anyway?

Look at the state of you.

You decide to skip dinner and head straight for a hot shower. You strip and step under the warm stream, sighing in relief as it hits your tired body. You massage your shoulders and neck, feeling the tension slowly melt away.

You really need to stop working yourself to the bone just to avoid coming home and having enough time to think about him again.

You wrap a towel around yourself and head to your bedroom to change into your pajamas. You enter the room, and freeze.

Your room is dark, lit only by the full moon pouring in through the window. And standing in the corner is the silhouette of what must be a tall and very very broad man.

You scream.

The silhouette screams back.

And then, silence. If it wasn’t for an intruder in your home, this would make a good comic scene.

It steps forward and you’re about to make a run when….oh.

Oh?

Seokjin stands in the middle of your room, his face set in a cold expression and eyes as intense as ever. His hair is a bit disheveled as if he’d been running his hands through them. A cut mars the side of his face, and his shirt is torn in several places.

You gulp audibly.

“S-Seokjin? What are you doing here?”

Seokjin promptly ignores your question and instead asks, “Who was the guy?”

“What guy?” you reply, your brows furrowing.

“The one you were on a date with today. Right after dumping me.” He snaps.

Your brain short-circuits. You just stand there, opening and closing your mouth like a fish. Date? Hell is he talking about? And how does he even know that?

“Were you really stalking me Seokjin?” You scoff.

“And so what if I was? You’re still not answering the question baby.” He shrugs his shoulder looking way too unbothered for your liking.

You cannot believe the nerve of him. First, he makes you dump him. Then he follows you. And now he’s broken into your room.

“Not that it’s any of your business anymore, but he’s a friend.” You step closer to the door and gesture for Seokjin to leave.

“Now, get out.”

Seokjin stalks toward you with slow, purposeful steps, a predatory look in his eyes. The tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

But instead of leaving like you asked him to, he turns to you and steps closer, trapping you between his hard body and the door.

He bends down and slowly leans into you. You think he’s going for a kiss, and despite yourself, your eyes flutter shut.

Yes you’re really angry right now but that doesn’t mean Seokjin is any less hot. You’re way too weak for him.

Rather than feeling his lips on yours, you hear his voice against your ear.

“I don’t think so, princess.”

Princess. It’s been a while since you’ve heard that word come from his mouth.

Your heart skips a beat.

You open your eyes, and Seokjin steps back a little, his gaze slowly trailing down your body in a way that makes you want to cover up and hide.

“You know I don’t like it when others think they can have what’s mine…” He tsks, shaking his head in disappointment.

Before you can remind him that he in fact does not own you, Seokjin yanks your towel down in one quick motion. You are too stunned for a moment and then you scramble, managing to keep it wrapped around your lower half.

Seokjin wraps your waist with his arms and pulls hard, crushing your soft tits into his solid chest. His tongue drags over your neck before he bites down, sucking a mark there. His hands at your waist tighten and you whimper from the double assault.

“When they think they can just bite these soft, milky tits like this.”

Your pussy clenches involuntarily at the filth coming from his mouth. His eyes are almost entirely dark, pupils blown wide as he intently watches his large hands cup your mounds, squeezing them gently as they fill his palms.

“J-jin what are you doing?” You pant.

His lips suck at the swell of your breasts then nibbles on the supple flesh, leaving another bruise blooming on your skin. A moan slips out of you, your back arching as your hands reach to clutch his shoulders for support.

Seokjin drops little kisses all over the mark and works on creating newer ones while his hands continue fondling your tits, making them tender and sensitive.

“Fuck I love your tits baby. They’re so soft and squishy I wish I could just eat them.”

And eats he does as he tries to put your whole left tit in his mouth and suck on it. The image of him gobbling your tit with his eyes closed is so lewd that you nearly come from it alone.

He twists, turns, and plucks at your pebbled nipples while literally eating your tits out at the same time.

And you can’t do anything but mewl under his ministrations. You try to buck your lips a little for some relief for your poor little pussy but one of his hands holds you down and keeps you in place so he can keep feasting on you.

“Imagine when they’d swell up even more with milk for my babies? You’ll let me drink from them everyday won’t you princess hm?”

He envelopes his plush lips around the pink swollen bud and sucks hard, tongue swirling around it and flicking it before he nips it gently. You damn near lose it and cry out loud. You’re so wet right now you can feel your thighs drenching with your slick. He moves to the other tit and gives it the same treatment. The way he sucks, licks, and bites makes you think he’s actually trying to get them to leak.

His mouth on your body is scorching hot, the pleasure so intense it drowns all your senses, but the need for more is becoming too painful to ignore.

Satisfied with his work, he moves lower to your abs and tummy. His hands are all over your body, kneading and fondling your flesh, and mouth lapping on the soft skin. Your body is now littered with a variety of pink, red and purple marks. There isn’t a sliver of skin he has left untouched.

His hands come down on your asscheeks and gropes them harshly, drawing a whimper from you.

“Love this ass too. Love to watch it jiggle when I pound into you from behind baby.”

In a sudden motion, he flips you around, his body crushing your front into the door. You feel something hard poking at your back and a fresh wave of arousal shoots through you. Seokin groans and rubs his hard cock against your hips, the rough fabric of his denim making you whimper.

He laps at your earlobe as his hands continue palming your ass cheeks. You whine and push your back further into him trying to get him to touch you where you want him the most.

“What do you want, baby? Use your words.” He rasps in your ear. Instead of responding to him, you try to sneak your hand down your pussy for some relief. But nothing gets past him. He tuts, catches your hands, and pulls them behind you, pinning both in one big hand.

“P-please…” you choke out.

“Please what? I need you to tell me what you want, princess.”

“Want you.”

No sooner are the words out of your mouth than Seokjin’s hands drop from where they hold you, and he takes a step back. You hear his footsteps retreat, then the unmistakable dip of the mattress.

He’s on the bed?

You’re about to ask him why he stopped when he speaks, his voice dropping several octaves lower.

“On my lap. Now.”

You turn to face him and see him sitting on your bed with his legs spread. Now that you’re face to face, you’re suddenly too aware of his heated gaze on your fully naked form. You stumble your way to the bed, knees feeling too weak to carry your weight. You’re about to straddle him when his hands catch your waist, adjusting your position to his liking until your back is against his chest and you’re settled across his lap.

“Ass up.” He instructs.

Your face burns red as you lift your back. The contrast between your positions isn’t lost on you, nor is the fact that Seokjin is fully dressed while you’re bare.

His hands gently caress and massage your cheeks before his fingers dig into your flesh and spread them apart.

“Shit baby, you’re leaking so much.” He groans and you bury your face further into the mattress, too shy to think about what he’s seeing.

“You’re so pretty. I can’t wait to fuck that pink little hole baby.”

Before you can make sense of his words, he spits on your pussy and you gasp at the wet sensation. He cups your pussy, the heel of his palm pressing on your clit making a moan slip out from your mouth. One long and thick finger circles around your opening and you move your hips to get it inside.

“Stay still.”

Seokjin’s hand comes down on your ass, hard and you yelp as the pain radiates through your cheek, then sigh as it slowly gives way to pleasure. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you’re sure Seokjin can see it.

“Oh? You like that baby?”

He slaps your other cheek, harder this time, and a lewd moan wrenches itself from your throat.

“Who would’ve thought my baby likes to get her ass beaten red?” He licks and drops little kisses all over your heated red skin as if to soothe the burn.

“I’d love to spank you doll, but right now there’s something else that I want to do.”

And finally, finally, his finger prods at your entrance and slowly wiggles its way inside, your walls fluttering and spasming at the intrusion.

“Feel that baby? Feel how your slutty hole is gripping my finger so tightly? You really like to be fucked on my fingers that bad hmm?”

He starts thrusting his finger hard and fast, and soon enters another one. You can’t do anything but pant and moan, his words barely registering in your mind as pleasure blinds your senses.

“Aaah!”

Your whole body jolts when you feel him lick a long stripe across your asshole, his tongue probing at your rim.

“Relax, baby. Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no.” You shake your head and try to relax your muscles. “Please….keep going.”

That’s all the assurance Seokjin needs as he starts thrusting his fingers with a new force all the while licking and sucking at your butthole. He spits on the opening and soon after his tongue penetrates your other hole.

A wave unlike any other stirs low at the pit of your stomach, making your whole body quiver as you gush on Seokjin’s fingers.

“Fuck baby! You love getting that pussy and ass fucked at the same time, yeah? Are you gonna cum for me? Come on, make a mess on my fingers, slut.”

His other hand gently pinches your clit and that’s all you need as the most intense release you’ve ever felt tears through your body. Heat blooms in your core and spreads through your body, curling your toes and leaving your fingertips tingling. Seokjin continues fingering you through your high as you sob at hot white pleasure coursing through your body. Your mind goes completely blank, leaving you feeling weightless, the room fading into black.

You remain suspended in that state for what feels like forever, until Seokjin sweetly calls your name, pulling you back to earth.

You open your eyes to find Seokjin on top of you, his weight held by his arms at the side of your head. He presses a kiss to your forehead before trailing them down your face, brushing your eyelashes, your cheeks, your nose, and finally your lips. His mouth is soft and tender against yours.

You hum into the kiss, slipping your arms around his neck and pulling him close.

He breaks the kiss when both your lungs begin to burn, pulling away just enough to catch his breath.

“What happened?” You ask.

“Well, I think you passed out after that.” There’s a mischievous smirk on his face that tells you he’s up to no good. He shifts back until he’s sitting astride you, then points toward his crotch.

You prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better look, one brow raised. “You’re hard so? That’s—“ Your eyes widen when you notice the huge wet spot on his jeans.

“Wh…what’s that?

“What do you think baby?” He cocks his head to the side, pink swollen mouth stretching in a lopsided grin. “You missed me that bad, huh?”

“Shut up!” You throw a pillow at him, feeling embarrassed and shy.

He catches it and tosses it aside before leaning down, one hand tangling in your hair to keep your face close. His lips hover over yours as he murmurs, “I missed you, baby. A lot. Every fucking day, it was hell.”

The sincerity shining in his eyes makes your own burn, tears filling them as you slap a hand against his chest. “Then why were you treating me like that? I thought you were cheating on me.” Your voice cracks.

He presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes. You do the same.

“I was hiding something from you to keep you from getting hurt. But I ended up hurting you instead, love.”

Your brows furrow, but you don’t get the chance to question him as Seokjin continues, “There are things you don’t know about me. Nobody does.”

He pauses, and you let him take his time because you know he’s working up the courage to tell you whatever it is.

After a few moments of silence, he opens his eyes. There’s a new determination in them.

“Did you ever wonder why, whenever I’d ditch on you, there’d always be an attack close by?”

You slowly nod. Yeah, you were aware. The city has been plagued by the Green Goblin, who keeps launching new attacks near your neighbourhood lately.

“And how you were always worried about the scratches and marks on my back, which I told you were from my taekwondo training?”

You nod again. You don’t like where this is going one bit.

“Well…” He pauses, his eyes holding yours. “That’s because I’m the one who’s been neutralising the attacks and fighting Green Goblin off.”

What is he talking about?

“But isn’t that Spider-Man who—”

You blink, your eyes widening as your mouth falls open. “N-no way.” You shake your head, your gaze searching his face for any hint that he’s joking.

But Seokjin only sighs and takes your face between both his hands.

“I’ll understand if you don’t want to be with me after this, baby. But I needed you to know. I needed you to know that I love you. So much.” His thumbs brush gently over your cheeks. “I don’t have anyone else on my mind or in my heart. It’s always been you.”

He slowly starts to pull away, but before he can, your hand shoots out and catches his wrist.

“Wait.”

You flip him onto his back, catching him off guard. He lets you, and soon both your thighs are resting across his waist. You lean down and press a kiss to his lips, his hands immediately finding your waist and holding you there.

“I hate you for not telling me sooner. For letting me believe you didn’t care about me,” you murmur between kisses.

You pull away, landing a fist against his chest again. “I am also so mad at you.”

“I’m sorry, baby. Forgive me, please?” He punctuates each word with a peck to your lips and soon enough, you find yourself smiling and giggling into each kiss, your chest feeling light in a way it hasn’t since a few weeks. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know after we take care of BigJin.”

And just like that, he’s ruined the moment.

You gag dramatically. “Ew, Jin. Don’t ever call it that.”

“Or what huh?” He thrusts into you, sending you falling back against his chest with a gasp.

Seokjin cups your bottom and gropes the flesh between his palms, as he uses his grip on you to grind you down on his body. “I am so fucking hard, baby.” He groans into your hair.

“Let me help you then.” You try to sit up and he releases his hold.

Slowly, you work his zipper open and strip his jeans down along with his boxers. Your jaw drops at the visual of his angry red cock, throbbing and leaking with precum.

Seokjin inhales sharply as you bring your hand down to palm his length slowly. Your hands are so small; they barely cover half of his cock.

You decide it’s a good time to tease Seokjin as you lick the tips of his cock and drop little kisses against the veins in his shaft.

Seokjin lets you have your way for a while before his patience runs thin.

“On your knees.”

His voice is low and domineering, your body moves on instinct at his command.

Seokjin stands in front of you with his cock leveled with your face. He gives it a few strokes and you squirm on your knees watching the precum drip. He holds it on the base and brings the cock to your lips, spreading the precum all over your lips and cheeks before slapping it on your mouth.

“Open.” He orders.

You open your mouth and take his throbbing erection in your mouth. The weight of his cock on your tongue is heavy and solid as you sink further and further down until the tip of his cock hits your throat.

“Shit.” Seokjin’s hands come down on your hair, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail.

Your eyes meet his and he looks down on you and your core clenches pathetically at the lust in his eyes.

“You look so good like that princess. Pretty lips stretched across my cock that’s too big for your little slutty mouth.”

He gives a shallow thrust and you swallow around his cock, moaning obscenely at the way his thick girth penetrates the walls of your throat that struggles to accommodate him. His hold on your hair tightens.

“I am going to fuck this throat now. You’d like that won’t you baby? Tap on my thigh if you want to stop.”

You nod your head as much as you can with his dick lodged into your mouth.

He starts thrusting into your throat then, hard and fast, using the grip on your hair like a handle to drive the motions. You swallow again and the movement has him bucking his hips into you, the curled hairs at the base of his length tickle your nose.

“Fuck fuck fuck. Bet you just love getting your face fucked slut!”

Seokjin keeps you there for a moment, his abdominal muscles clenching as he throws his head back and moans obscenely, sending a huge wave of arousal down your core. You’re growing wetter and wetter every second.

Soon though, tears starts flowing down your cheeks, and you feel your airway constricting. You remind yourself to breathe through your nose.

Seokjin takes his cock back until only the tip is left in your mouth and you sigh at the relief of feeling oxygen back in your throat. It doesn’t last long though, as Seokjin starts moving in earnest. His thrusts growing harder and sharper by the second. You cry and make pitiful sounds every time he hits the very back of your throat.

“Don’t cry now slut. I am nowhere near done. Aren’t you my good little cocksleeeve? Yeah? Then just fucking take it. Let me use all your holes. Ah!”

You moan at his filthy words and the vibrations from it has Seokjin stilling for a second before he is suddenly pulling you off his length entirely.

You’re panting, blubbering mess, your whole body shaking from his rough treatment.

“I need to fuck that cunt now baby.” He helps you move up and sit on the bed. “On all fours.”

As soon as you get into the position, you feel Seokjin behind you.

“You’re so fucking soaked I bet I could slip just right in. You loved sucking my cock that bad slut?” He rubs his length across your slit gathering your slick to lube his cock up.

“Seokjin…” You whine, asking for him to move.

He slowly starts entering you, your eyes burning from the painful stretch as Seokjin litters your back with kisses and marks.

“Ssh, you’re doing so good.”

You feel like you’re being split open. You’re already feeling so full and he’s not even halfway there. He keeps going until he’s fully sheathed inside you.

Seokjin drags his hands across your pussy, feeling your swollen clit on his way, and you gasp at the pleasure that shoots through you, making you clench on his cock.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight.”

He gives you a few more seconds to adjust before he starts plowing into you, the force of his thrusts growing harder by the second. One particular hard thrust has your legs giving out as your face lands into the mattress. Seokjin moves so his whole body is covering yours.

“I am going to fill you with my cum. Then I am going to fuck back the cum that leaks out of you. I’ll keep fucking you until you’re filled up to the brim, baby.”

Your core clenches against his length and Seokjin growls, “Fuck, you fucking like that too? You love it when I spank you,” His hand comes down on your ass again, he smacks it two more times and moans as he watches your ass jiggle. “Love it when I fuck your face,” Two fingers enter your mouth as he makes you gag and gurgle on them.

“Love it when I tongue fuck your other little hole,” he spreads your cheeks and spits on your butt hole again watching it drip down to your other hole.

“Love when I split this cunt open, fuck. Then fucking take it. Take what I give you, princess.”

Pinned down by his weight, you can not do anything but take what he gives you. You grip the bedsheet tightly in both your hands, twisting and turning it as your cunt gets ravished. Fresh tears slips down your face as Seokjin fucks your cunt like a madman, his pace so punishing it steals the breath out of you.

“S-seokjin,” you call for him but it turns into a long drawn out moan as Seokjin pulls your ass up and increases in his pace, using your waist to fuck you into his cock. He’s relentless and unforgiving in the way he plunges deep into you, his hands possessive in the way they rove all over your body.

“You would let me use you as my cum dumpster won’t you huh? How about free use? Let not a single drop of my cum go to waste ever?”

You forget what you were going to say and sob as his teeth bites hard on your neck. His dirty words have you losing your mind as a shudder rolls through your body.

“I am s-so close…baby…”

“Yeah? Come for me baby, c‘mon, milk my fat cock and I’ll give you my cum. Yeah? Sounds good?”

You feel Seokjin lean over your body again, his chest pressing into your back, and he replaces his maddening pace with slow, deep thrusts, one hand covering yours and the other rubs your clit in little circles. He buries his cock so far into you and hits spots that you didn’t even know existed.

Another swipe of his fingers across your clit, and your vision goes white. Your orgasm hits you like a lightning, your body shaking with its impact, as your hot walls tighten violently on his length making Seokjin pant as he tries to stop moving his hips to let you ride out your orgasm.

Your body goes limp from the intensity of the orgasm and but your cries of ecstasy never stops as Seokjin takes off again, fucking you frantically. He keeps fucking you for what feels like hours and you wonder if his hunger and stamina have anything to do with his spider DNA.

Apparently, in your haze, you don’t realise you’ve said it out loud and hear Seokjin speak behind you, in a low husky voice that has you nearing the edge of another orgasm all over again.

“No baby, this” he punctuates with a hard thrust and you cry, “is all for you. You did this to me. I can fuck you till the sunrises if you let me.”

You feel his length throb inside you and before you know it, his hips stutter and he buries himself to the hilt, spilling hot white seed into your velvet heat. You think he’s done and are ready to ask him to move, his weight almost crushing you into the mattress but you feel more spurts of cum inside you.

“I am coming so much baby, God.”

You feel hot sticky liquid drip down from your pussy to your thighs, Seokjin’s hot breaths against the skin of your neck as he begs, “Let me stay inside you, please.”

“Ugh, gross. No, get off me!” You smile at his clinginess, secretly loving it but take advantage of the fact that he can’t see your face.

Seokjin turns you both onto your sides, facing each other, and kisses you languidly, his hands gently caressing your arms.

“I love you, baby. Don’t break up with me again.”

You hate the scared look on his gorgeous face and would do anything to chase it away. You cuddle closer, pressing your cheek against his chest.

“I’m never leaving you.” You peck his chest. “Besides, are you crazy? Who’d ever pass up the chance to date Spider-Man?”

He laughs and then, “Yeah? Let spiderman fuck you again then hm?”

Your eyes widen as you feel Seokjin grow hard inside you again.

“Seokjin! What the fuck!”

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This is something for @borathae

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End of Loneliness

Notes: this is just straight up fluff.

SA!Jungkook Oneshot

Slight summary, Jungkook has been feeling lonely the past few months. So you decide to surprise him with a little companion of his own.

You woke up cuddling to Yoongi who already happened to be awake watching you sleep.

‘Mhmm, morning,’ you grumble out sleepy nuzzling further into his chest. You turn away to check the time by lifting up your phone that had been sitting on the bed side table. 6:58, good that gave you an hour to get ready.

You sit up with a stretch following with a yawn. Yoongi watched you fondly but he groaned as you left the bed.

‘Where are you going,’ he pouted, wanting more cuddles. You couldn’t help but to chuckle, scrunching your nose softly.

‘Yoongi,’ you hummed. ‘I told you I have plans today. I need to get ready or I’ll be late.’

You sighed, flopping back onto the bed moving to hug his middle kissing his tummy affectionately.

Yoongi draws a sharp breath tensing his muscles before relaxing slowly again. Noticing this you soften your smile, ‘hey. I love you.’

‘I love you too,’ he murmured. You give his tummy a fond little pat and turn to leave the bed again heading to the shower.

After you have showered and dressed, throw on some black skinny jeans and a soft powdery blue shirt. You made your way to the kitchen after quietly leaving the bedroom as Yoongi had fallen back asleep.

You were greeted by Taehyung who was cooking some yummy scrambled eggs. He turned when noticing your presence greeting with the cutest grin bouncing over to hug with a big squeeze leaving you to squeak a giggle.

‘Tae!’

He giggled too, holding the biggest grin.

‘_ _ _’ he picked you up, spinning you around excitedly. You had told both Yoongi and Taehyung about your little surprise for Jungkook. Though there had been a few times Taehyung almost ruined it but thankfully Jungkook didn’t catch on at least you hope he didn’t.

When he finally put down he asked if you had time to eat breakfast with him sadly though you cannot because you were already running late. So while you got ready to leave and made your way to the garage after giving him a little kiss goodbye.

But as you opened the car door Jimin suddenly came up behind you.

‘_ _ _! Wait!’ He stopped when you faced him cheeks nervously glowing he held a container with a fork on top of the lid.

‘You uhmm. You forgot your breakfast,’ he muttered, shoving the container into your chest and turning away running back inside.

‘Oh! Thank you!’ You yelled after him with a little laugh he flinched to stop before continuing his way back inside.

You look inside seeing the scrambled eggs with a slice of toast cut diagonally with a little bit of ketchup drizzled modestly over the eggs.

You chuckle.

Making your way into the car you shut the behind door yourself. But before you started the engine Taehyung texted saying breakfast was all Jimin’s idea to which you responded to with a little smiley face and a love heart.

Your breakfast and coat sit in the passenger seat beside you rain softly pattered against the window leaving you to smile opening the window a tad enjoying the smell the rain gave humming happily.

You still had a few hours to reach your destination and of course the drive back making the trip a total of four to five hours depending on traffic of course. Giddiness fluttered in your chest oh how excited you are.

Finally you reached a small little cottage with a little chicken coop at the left side of the pathway leading to the main entrance of the cottage.

Leaving the car with your breakfast long eaten as you have stopped to have a little break to stretch your leg eating the yummy food in the meantime.

You threw your coat over your shoulders before knocking on the deep forest green door.

After a minute the door opens and you're greeted by an elderly woman who smiles seeing you.

‘Ah! You must be _ _ _. Come inside dear, come out of the cold.’

‘Oh, thank you.’ You quickly stepped inside as the lady shut the door behind you.

You admired her home with sparkily eyes oh how cozy it is.

‘Miss, your home is absolutely wonderful.’

‘Oh dear, how kind of you to say that.’ She cooed happily, beaming with pride.

She led you deeper inside into her lounge allowing you to take a seat in one of her armchairs.

‘I’ve just boiled the kettle, dear. Allow me to get you some tea.’

After she returned with the tea which happened to be a yummy hibiscus tea which you enjoyed greatly.

‘Thank you. Your tea was delicious.’

‘I’m so happy you enjoyed the tea. I grow the hibiscus myself. That brings me so much happiness.’

The two of you chatted for a bit and you got to meet one of her dogs a black adult male Doberman named Raven.

And oh how sweet he was. His dark fur was a gorgeous ink black.

Raven was taken outside to play in her garden while she fetched her other dog, also a Doberman but a female who was a liver brown in colour with two boisterous pups following the older female.

‘This is Robin and of course her two little pups. The little black one there is a female and the other liver is a little boy.’

‘Aww hi there,’ you coo gently, holding out your hand, allowing them to sniff you.

The male was the first to greet you and suddenly jumped into your lap with a struggle as his little legs allowed him to jump so far before he had to climb the rest of the way up.

The puppy started licking your face vigorously making you squirm and giggle.

‘Oh! Yes, hello! I’m excited to meet you too!’ You giggled as his little tongue tickled you.

‘Would you look at that? It seems he has already chosen you.’ The woman smiled happily glad that the pup will be going to a loved home.

‘Yes. He is lovely and my boyfriend will adore him greatly.’

‘I think I’ll take him. Is that okay?’

She nodded.

‘Of course. Yes! He is yours, it seems fate decided it so.’ She smiled at you and pup.

You went to reach into your coat pocket to pull out the white envelope only to be stopped.

‘No you keep your money. All I care about is him going to a good home and I can see you will provide that.’

You blinked in surprise asking if she was sure. Which she is quick to assure you.

Before leaving you allowed the pup to say goodbye to his parents and sister. You were handed a blanket covered in their scents so you wrapped it around him to keep warm and comfortable.

Inside the car you sat him onto the passenger seat he gave a little whimper as you started driving away.

‘Aww! I know buddy it’s scary leaving your home. But I promise you are gonna be so loved and fussed in your new home.’

Your heart felt heavy with guilt but you know deep down after a few weeks he will settle in and hopefully not feel so anxious.

The pup looked at you well… well with the biggest puppy eyes. Before he decided that he was gonna climb over to lay in your lap. With a loud sleepy groan the pup cuddled into your tummy and soon fell asleep.

During the drive back home you stopped a few times allowing him to do his business before continuing driving though the poor fella did get motion sickness once.

Thankfully you had a towel on your lap by then.

By the time you get home Jimin and Taehyung will be out on their date, Yoongi will be out hunting and Seokjin, Hoseok and Emma will be doing their own thing.

And Jungkook would probably be playing some games or something. Jungkook has been feeling lonely a lot recently. You and everyone else tried to keep him company but though he appreciated it greatly, it sadly wasn’t enough.

Not to mention him struggling with his arm too.

Finally when you got back home you carried the pup inside with his blanket walking into the lounge and placing the pup onto the floor allowing him to explore and sniff around.

You had texted Jungkook to meet you in the lounge telling him it was urgent you didn’t want to worry him but knowing how deep he gets it to gaming sometimes it probably would’ve taken him a bit longer to come to you and honestly the excitement was unbearable.

Jungkook stumbled inside a moment later panting.

‘_ _ _! What’s wrong? Are you okay?’

Before he said anymore he froze seeing the small puppy who was now sitting on left foot.

You giggle.

‘Surprise!’ You cried happily grinning at his shocked expression.

‘W-what?’

His confusion made you chuckle fondly.

‘Jungkook, I would like you to meet your pup. Well he will be a part of the family but he yours.’

The pup watched Jungkook with wide eyes letting out a squeak bark.

Tears immediately started welling in his eyes while looking between you and puppy your smile brightly.

Of course before you had texted Jungkook you double checked if little Tang was safely shut in Yoongi’s wing he had plenty of room to explore.

You just know the kitten would probably not be fond of the puppy.

Jungkook stepped closer as you picked the pup carrying him over to Jungkook asking him if he wanted to hold the pup.

He quickly nodded, holding his arms out and you carefully placed the pup into his arms.

Jungkook sobbed and the puppy started licking his cheek. He held onto him soo gently.

‘I love him already,’ he cried, moving to hug you tightly, squeezing you. You both were careful not to squeeze the small canine between you.

‘Yea? What do you wanna name him?’

Jungkook looked at the puppy for a moment, getting lost in thought.

‘Bam,’ he decided with a firm nod.

‘Bam?’ You smiled.

‘I think it suits him. Welcome to the family bud.’ You smiled, patting his tiny head. Bam woofed at the nickname you gave him. Leaving you and Jungkook to giggle.