▻ Work Hard, Play Harder
↳ Yoongi x f.Reader
⤜ College AU
⤜ Strangers/Lovers
⤜ Rating: MA 🔞
⤜ WC: 9,265
⤜ Summary: With your graduation in jeopardy over a failing grade, Min Yoongi gets thrust into your world as a potential beacon of redemption.
However, he delights in playing games, and you just so happen to be the next court he aims to conquer.
⚠️ Mentions of drug use, angst, sex in public, blowjob, spit kink, cum eating, Yoongi is cocky af
Please check the beginning of each chapter for specific warnings.
Chapter 1: Consequences
Chapter 2: Rewards
Story is complete.
Part of the Bangtan Writers HQ March 2022 “Greatest of all Time” G.O.A.T. Writing Event.
→ warnings: exhibitionism, public sex, dirty talk, slight ? degredation, calls her a slut once, fingering, handjob, oral (m. and f. receiving), choking, spitting, cum eating / swallowing, unprotected sex, facial (this term is so 😭) lmk if i miss anything plz
→ word count: 3.3k
summary: jungkook makes you live for the thrill of it all.
note: this was an impulsive write idk what possessed me today frends but have at it >_> semi proofread it’s 5am goodbyr
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it’s one of the things you first learned about him. jungkook loves taking photos. he loves capturing moments with a simple click of a camera. he finds an unexplainable comfort and bittersweet nostalgia in finding old photographs in his drawer, in his pockets, tucked in between the pages of his textbooks. it’s like finding little treasures all over the place, you can hear his voice in your head, can see the pretty twinkles of passion and fondness in his pretty doe eyes.
so when he told you all about the new photobooth at the arcade, followed by a text that simply said meet me behind the mall, you didn’t particularly imagine that you would end up in this position. you can see the shutter going off even though your eyelids are closed as jungkook’s tongue is basically shoved down your throat. your panties is pulled to the side and two of his fingers are thrusting in and out of your cunt, curling deliciously to stimulate your sweet spot that has your thighs shaking uncontrollably every fucking time.
how naive of you to think that your boyfriend spontaneously texted you at eight in the evening to meet up and simply take cute couple pictures in film. of course, you do have a fair share of scandalous photos, but they’re all conveniently stored and locked away in your phones. this is something entirely new and as embarrassing it is to admit, thrilling. yourself from one year ago never would’ve guessed what her future self is doing right now. how the desires in you can easily be fueled to life just by the trailing of jungkook’s fingers on the smoothness of your thighs, his lips nipping at your neck, or even the simple thought of having his cock filling you up to the brim.
you can’t help but to giggle against his mouth. all of your senses are heightened at this moment, your heart beating aggressively in your chest. he pulls away slightly but his gaze stays on your pink and swollen parted lips, drunk eyes taking in your disheveled state.
“what’s going in that pretty little mind of yours?” he smirks, thumb sneakily rubbing your clit. you try your best to hold out your moan but a broken whine comes out, your head throwing back against the wall of the limited space you’re both squeezed into. only a black curtain and an ‘occupied’ sign in red bold and capital letters separated you from the world outside, where games are being played by people of all ages; loud sound effects and songs from the 2000’s and 2010’s mixing into an ear numbing noise that can only be recognized from an arcade center; and tickets gathered are being exchanged for cute stationary items and trinkets.
“you’re so, so dirty.” you say to him, eyes rolling back as his fingers never let up on their toe curling pace, only making you lose your inhibitions and self-control more than anything else. you clench around them involuntarily, drenching his hand with your juices. “was this your plan all along?”
your eyes widen in shock when the sound of his palm slapping your bare cunt filled the booth, the stinging pain registering in your mind next. “are you fucking crazy? someone might hear!” you whisper angrily at him, but his dark and blown out eyes made you shrink back in your seat. his intimidating, and almost condescending, expression have you gushing against his hand that is now petting your pussy to soothe the pain he inflicted.
“watch your mouth. you and this fucking skimpy dress are the only ones dirty here. you know what this shit does to me.” he smiles at you sweetly. “are you sure this was my plan? are we playing mind games here, baby girl?” his hand comes down from your face to play with the cloth of your blue dress, the other thrusting two of his fingers in you again, then adding another. the stretch has you gripping tightly on his shirt, not having anything else to hold on to.
“fuck, ahhh- jungkook. don’t stop.” god, you are dripping all over, your wetness staining your seat. it makes your cheeks flush in shame.
“just wanted to look pretty for you, i-is all.” you mewl at him, blinking innocently. the camera is not forgotten by jungkook. in fact, it’s one of the things getting him more riled up. the almost blinding light of the flash shines on your soft skin, and the sweat that has formed on your temples and your neck. your pupils are blown and eyelids drooping caused by the pleasure he is giving you. it’s visible how difficult it is for you to keep in all your noises from the people outside the damn curtain when you’re so lost in the feeling of his fingers inside of you. all because of him. your fucked out state got jungkook gritting his teeth, his dick twitching inside his pants. jesus christ, you get him so fucking turned on and desperate for it without even trying. your beauty is seductive and enchanting and effortless. there is no point in hiding how crazy he is for you.
“my pretty girl. you dressed yourself all nice for me?” he presses a chaste kiss on your lips, before he wraps his hand around your throat, pressing at the right places just enough to make your mind all fuzzy. “i’m such a lucky man. i love you so much.”
your eyes roll back at the back of your head at the all consuming feeling taking over senses. you don’t think you can answer correctly if ever someone asks for your name or the colors of the goddamn traffic signs. “y-yeah, for you, of course. love you so much.”
he gives you a satisfied hum, moving down to squeeze one of your breasts with his large hand before pinching your nipple from outside the cotton of your dress. “mhmm, holy fuck. you’re always so sensitive. so easy to please. am i making you feel good?” you don’t know how he can act so casual while you’re basically falling apart in his hands, but for some sick reason, it stirs up the arousal in your belly even more.
“y-yes, kook, i’m so close, please, please, please,” you cry out desperately, tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you squeeze his fingers with your walls uncontrollably. “wait, ohhh, stop. stop. i can’t cum here. i- it’s gonna be a mess, this is so embar- fuck, jungkook!” your squeal dies down in your throat when your boyfriend kneels on the ground and starts sucking your clit in his mouth as his fingers inside of you became more aggressive, hitting all the right places that makes you see stars behind your eyelids. you cover your mouth with your hand to muffle your desperate and whiny sounds, suddenly becoming aware of where the two of you are right now.
you grip his hair with your hands to steady yourself and unconsciously grind your cunt against his face, his eager tongue doing very sinful things for the sole purpose of making you come undone. he pulls you closer to the edge with his strong arm so he can have better access, eating you out like a man feasting on the divine food of the gods. divine. that’s one perfect word to describe you.
he flicks your clit teasingly before wrapping his pink and plump lips around it again. the overwhelming sight almost makes you want to burst into tears. “hmm, cum for me, baby.” your body jerks in his hold, his words of permission acting as the trigger for your orgasm. he drinks you up greedily, his tongue replacing his fingers’ place in fucking into you, letting you ride out your high.
he comes up to kiss you, making you taste yourself in his mouth. you can even feel his wet chin. you moan against him when two fingers dip inside you again, and then he’s having you suck on them almost too enthusiastically. you’re still in a daze from your release, and with jungkook, you’re basically down for anything and everything. you open your eyes to meet his, and if you aren’t already fucked out with his fingers choking you, his hooded eyes will have reduced you into a blabbering mess.
“you’re always so good to me.” he says with a raspy voice. he takes out his fingers and wipes it on his shirt before pulling you in for another kiss. “let’s get out of here so i can fuck you properly like my girl deserves, okay?” you nod meekly, trying to hide your excitement. he fixes you up to make you look presentable enough to walk in public, combing your hair with his fingers and straightening out your dress.
“can’t forget these. don’t want anyone else seeing you like this. it’s for my eyes only.” he gathers all the developed films from the booth, facing you with a teasing smile.
“for your eyes only.” you agree, looking up at him. you open the small backpack you brought along with you and he stuffs them all inside mindlessly, his cock still straining painfully in his pants and he might just lose his mind if he’s still not inside of your pussy in the next five minutes.
“can’t walk properly,” you whine out once you step out of the booth, your boyfriend supporting you by the waist.
“sorry, baby.” he presses an apologetic kiss on your temple. “but i’m not done with you yet.” he really doesn’t give a fuck if anyone heard the both of you at all, but he knows that you’re starting to worry, so he makes sure that you keep your eyes on him as you walk your way out of the place.
“are we going to your place? or mine?” you ask once you get out, the cool air of the mall embracing you. you shiver lightly. your boyfriend doesn’t respond, but when he starts dragging you towards the movie theater that is just beside the arcade, you realize the answer to your question.
“jungkook, really?” you hiss at him, but don’t make any efforts to stop him as he leads you to the restrooms.
“i’m so fucking hard right now, babe. i can’t wait anymore.” they’re about to close up in an hour, so the place is basically deserted. but still, you can’t believe what you’re about to do right now. he peeks in the women’s and once he made sure it’s clear, you go in to the farthest cubicle.
“damn woman,” his throaty chuckle makes your center throb again as you immediately pull down his sweatpants along with his boxers, his big cock slapping against his stomach. you lick a stripe from his balls up to his tip, then gathering saliva in your mouth and letting it drip down his length. his breathing gets heavier at the sight of doing such a filthy action without him asking you to. he strokes your cheek as you jack him off and give his head kitten licks, your spit acting as an effective lube.
“put it in your mouth now, baby.” he says softly, grasping your hair to guide your mouth on his cock. “choke on it, yeah?” you hum in submission to his request, relaxing your throat to take in as much of him as you can. you start to bob your head up and down to get used to the feeling, your hand still wrapped around the few inches left.
“fuck, you look so pretty like this. i’ve been thinking about it all day.” his confession made you all warm inside. you’ve always wondered how you managed to become his girlfriend. sometimes, it feels to good to be true. knowing the effect you have on him even when you’re not around made you even more determined to blow his damn mind. to be the only star of his wildest dreams.
you go down on him until your nose reach his pubic area, carefully breathing out through it. “oh my god, that’s my girl.” he thrusts his hip forward and holds your head down in place, making you choke on him like he wanted to. his moans sends tingles to your pussy and you rub your thighs together in a pitiful attempt to relieve yourself of some pressure. he lets you breathe in some air before you take him in your mouth again, swallowing around his length as you move your head up and down.
“ohhh, fuck. your mouth is s-so warm. you like this huh? sucking me off outside our rooms for the first time?” he can’t help but to move his hips as well, instinctively following your mouth. your moans vibrate on his dick, and he hisses at the added sensation. “and you called me what? so, so dirty? turns out you’re just as fucking filthy, baby.” and there it is again, the mischievous smile on his face that makes your knees (that you’re sure will be bruising soon enough) weak. you know that he’s right. you can’t help but to whimper around him when you feel wetness drip from your hole. you want to touch yourself so bad but your hands on your boyfriend’s flexing muscular thighs are what’s keeping you steady and grounded.
“ohh- ah, fuck fuck fuck! are you fucking kidding me?” his body jerks when you take all of him and stay still, contracting your throat around him and massaging his balls in your small and soft hand. his brain goes on a frenzy at the waves of pleasure rippling in his body, sweat rolling down his temples and abdomen working hard to stop himself from cumming down your throat. “s-shit, stop it, stop it, stop, i’m gonna blow my load.”
you pull him out with a pop, hand gripping his base to keep his orgasm at bay. his glassy eyes meet your own, and you give him a wink. “are you gonna fuck me now?”
a shiver runs up jungkook’s spine. “you’re so fucking hot. come here.” he helps you get up and snakes his tongue in your mouth, pinning you on the other side of the cubicle. his hand sneaks in under your dress to cup your center, groaning against your mouth when he felt how wet you are. “shit, you’re soaking. did you get this turned on by sucking my dick?”
“really turned on. i love blowing you.” you twirl a strand of his hair around your finger, blinking up at him with a smile.
“you’re actually killing me here.” he chuckles, squeezing your ass and pulling you close to grind himself on you. he drags down your panties until you step out of them, throwing it on top of your backpack. he tucks your hair behind your ear and whispers. “jump.” you obey, wrapping your legs around his waist.
he pumps his cock a few times before teasingly running the tip along your wet folds, a nudge on your clif making you moan quietly. “put it in, please. jungkook? i’ve been good, right?”
“shhh, i got you.”
you hold on to his neck tightly as you let yourself succumb to the pleasure. it’s amazing how you can feel so stretched out from the very beginning, only his tip yet breaching your walls. you never really got used to it. “you’re so big, kook.” you cry out against his shoulder as he sinks his entire length into you. your praise inflates his ego. he lets you adjust for a moment, peppering kisses along your neck and shoulder.
when you gave him the signal, he begins thrusting into you, gradually picking up to a rough and unforgiving pace he knows you like. the lewd squelching sounds of your connected sex filled the empty room.
“sh-should’ve done this sooner. ahh fuck, why does this feel so good?” you’re out of your mind. you can’t remember a time you felt this horny. and to be brutally honest, he’s fucking you dumb right now. you can feel every ridge of his cock in you, can feel his tip furiously and consistently stimulating the spot in you that has you writhing in his arms, that along with his pelvis grinding against your clit each time he fucks back into you.
“jesus, are you hearing yourself right now? you like doing it outside with me, baby?”
“yes, yes! oh, harder, please. m-more, i’m close again.” you sob out, biting on his shoulder to cover your cries.
“can’t believe i got myself a filthy little slut here.” he shakes his head in mock disbelief, adjusting his hold on you and fucking you with a much fiercer drive to make you cream on his cock this time. “f-fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.” he breathes out a laugh followed by a broken moan, your soft walls enveloping him in your wamth. “cum when you need to, hmm? you’ve been so good to me.”
you mutter countless thank you’s mixed with your moans and whimpers, the pleasure getting too much to bear. you throw your head back as you orgasm on your boyfriend’s cock, clenching around him uncontrollably as he fucks you through it, desperate to reach his own high. your juices drip down to his balls, and it makes him crazier. he takes the opportunity create marks on your neck, sucking and biting red and purple on your skin.
it’s not long before overstimulation takes place, but you don’t complain, not when it feels this good. another orgasm hits you, not as intense as the first two, but it still got you seeing stars and your body shaking against the wall.
“did you just cum again? oh god, fucking shit. i’m there- so fucking close. you feel so- oh, so good. love you. love you a lot.”
“i want to swallow your cum.” your voice is barely there, but jungkook hears you just fine. he almost chokes on his own spit upon registering your words in his brain. without wasting any time, he sets you down on the floor and you kneel infront of him, mouth open and tongue out.
he jacks himself off while you generously lick at his frenulum, looking up at him expectantly. the sight of you all eager and impatient for his cum finally triggers his release, aiming for your tongue but some still landing on your cheeks and chin as he’s too overwhelmed and shaken to see straight. you swallow happily, licking the rest from your fingers.
“god, i love you.” he says quietly, pulling you up from the floor and embracing you, but you wiggle out of his grasp.
“love you too but gross, gross, gross. i need to go home and shower.” you whine out, twirling as you try and fix your appearance again.
“not you acting like a brat once you got what you wanted.” he pinches your waist jokingly. he takes tissue from the dispenser to clean up the wetness that dripped down all the way to your thighs, being the loving boyfriend that he is.
“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you pout at him. “i’m so tired and gross. i hate you.”
“are you asking for it again?”
“no, i swear to god. you owe me a bubble bath and a massage.”
“okay, fine. my place then.” he gives up, shaking his head with a laugh at your change of mood. “i love you. can i get a kiss then?”
you tiptoe to reach him, slightly pulling him down by the collar of his shirt to give him a smooch. “i love youuu.”
once you both make yourself presentable (again) to the best of your abilities, you head out of the restroom first. you notice the cashier at the popcorn place eyeing you suspiciously, especially when jungkook comes out to meet you a few minutes later. you hide yourself behind him in shame.
you walk out of the mall with his hand over your shoulder, yours on his waist. you look at him questioningly when he covers your neck with more of your hair. “maybe i made a little too much.” he winces apologetically.
“we are never doing that again.” you sigh, your legs still feeling weak but you will yourself to make it all the way to the parking lot.
“what? you said you liked it!”
“it was during the moment. i was delirious.”
jungkook rolls his eyes. “you’re lying. let’s see, because that’s also what you said the first time we tried choking.”
“jungkook! shut up!”
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note: i never know how to finish these runs and hides
Synopsis: You have built your career and you have 2 rising hip hop superstars as your besties. Life is pretty good, until one drunken night that derails your life plan. How would you survive?
Pairing: ?? x OC , main characters are mostly Namjoon, Yoongi and Tae, but all 7 are present now
Fic type: social media au
Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, fluff, angst, NSFW
Rated: R
Warning: swearing, talk about sex and pregnancy.
Disclaimer: photos are not mine, and of course characterization and scenarios of the boys are purely of my imagination
Request: anonymous asked: Hello, can you do a bts reaction where their girlfriend is a dom ( and I mean the real dom in the relationship not a fake do that became submissive in the end ) I'm tired of pseudo dom girlfriend Please I need it thank you 🙏
A/n: Hey nonnie so I’m doing Maknae Line just because I can imagine that a lot more than Hyung line (they be out here domming a lot) BUT I am willing to do Hyung line if you want it so hmu
Warnings: Smut, avert your eyes children, we’re all going to hell
Word Count: 1641
Taehyung
You’d been dating Taehyung for a couple of months before you spoke to him about your sexual proclivities
You were pretty sure he’d be okay with everything because he let you take the reins in bed almost all the time anyway
He loved to watch you ride him and praised you a lot during sex anyway
So when you explained to him what you really wanted he just kinda smiled at you and said in a low voice, “I’ll do whatever you want, Jagi.”
Which was super hot in his deep ass voice
So, Tae’s fave things about you being a dom are as follows
He loves it when you sit on his face and near suffocate him with your pussy
You’re the one that has to watch out for him turning red because he WILL NOT tap out
The first time you wore pointy stilettos and dug your heel into the base of his hard cock he almost came in his pants
Taehyung. Loves. Heels. I don’t make the rules
He loves the whole dom aesthetic if you wear leather and get a riding crop he’ll be all over it
He’ll be bucking and panting as you trail the riding crop along his length
He tries to be good but he’s kind of a bratty sub just because he begs so much
It takes him a while to lose control but when he does he’s hard to say no to because he’s all dark lusty eyes and deep, guttural groans
He knows just how to praise you to get you to finally touch him, too, he’ll say things like “I want you to touch me because I love you so much,” and “No one has ever made me this hard,” and you give in more than you plan to
You can tease him for a very long time before he’ll disobey you
It’s hard to find a punishment for him though because he loves all your normal ones so much
His eyes light up when you suggest punishing him by suffocating him so you’re like smh
His least favorite punishment is when you tie his hands behind him and absolutely will not go near him
You’ll touch yourself, give him a show and he watches you with desperate eyes, whimpering and moaning behind your panties that you gagged him with
You realize you have to gag him because he’s so loud and his deep moans make you way too horny to tell him no
He will barely ever use his safeword
The only time he will is when it physically hurts because he’s not all that into pain
He’s into you controlling him, making him hard with a glance and a wink
Loves to be teased in public but you don’t do it often because you found out he finds it very hard to be quiet
All the boys stared at you when Tae let out a strangled moan during a movie night when you kept stroking his cock through his sweatpants and then finally put your hand down them and squeezed hard
So you stick to digging your stilettos into his thigh at dinner and you love the way his face changes, eyes go all serious, jaw set in a hard line
You’ll tell him not to touch himself on tour
He’ll be so good about it until you decide to send him a series of aesthetic nudes
He’ll call you upset the next day, whining that he could’ve been good if you hadn’t done that
Loves it when you edge him but he gets frustrated after a while and will be a brat
You reward him more than you punish him, though, for sure
Pegging isn’t even a punishment because he loves the way you look with a strapon he gets so excited so fast just looking at you that he’s about to come before you ever put it in
If you offer to let him top as a reward, he might turn you down because he doesn’t really need it, but if you offer to let him come inside you he’ll be so grateful and so fucking loud when he comes, it’s his favorite reward
Constantly praises you in and out of the bedroom, telling you how amazing and beautiful you are every day
Taehyung is a great sub, tbh, don’t @me
Jimin
Jimin would live for his S/O being a dom
He is such a good boy, are you kidding me?
He will be bratty sometimes though bc he’s a mischievous little shit and he loves every punishment you can think up
Anal beads? Yes. Butt plugs? Yes. Pain? Yes.
Jimin’s like “safe words are for pussies”
You would have to almost kill him before he’d use it
Jimin loves everything about the situation but if you’re great with aftercare he’ll be so in love with you
He loves the praise, when you tell him he’s a good boy he’s hard all over again and it’s a cycle
After a while you don’t even have to tie him up, he’s such a good boy he’ll sit on his hands so he won’t touch you
If you tell him not to touch himself while he’s on tour for 6 months? He won’t
He’ll call you crying because he had a wet dream and didn’t mean to disobey you
Like he’ll disobey you on purpose sometimes but when he doesn’t mean to he’s so upset
You’d never punish him for something like that but he’ll beg you to punish him to make him feel better about it
If he senses you aren’t going hard enough because he didn’t mean to, he’ll be mad
He would love it if you made him wear your panties and somehow he’d look hotter than you do in them
You’re lowkey jealous
He gets rewarded a LOT
His favorite reward is when you eat his ass and jack him off while you’re telling him how pretty he looks
ANYWAY Jimin loves anal play and he’s not even shy about it
Will 100% come the hardest he ever has in his life when you fuck him with a strapon
The only time he actually will use a safe word is if you say something degrading or mean to him
He can’t handle it, he’s too soft and you’ll make him cry
You don’t want to say that kind of stuff anyway because he is almost always so good
He’ll praise you constantly, too, just as much as you do him
If you let him top you once as a reward you might kinda get into it and let him do it more often
Only as a reward, though, but lowkey he does make your legs shake
That’s the only time you don’t praise him as much so he thinks he’s not as good at topping, even for a reward
Because if you tell him how much you like it you wouldn’t really be a dom, would you?
Best baby boy at this, honestly, he’s in his element
Jungkook
Oh, Jeon Jungkook with a Dom S/O? You mean the brattiest sub to ever exist?
Hoo boy you’re in for a fight if you want to top this boy
I feel confident that he’d try it for an s/o he really cared about and he’s eager to learn your lifestyle
Thing is it’s difficult at first because he absolutely hates not being able to touch you
You’ll definitely have to tie him up
He’s just, so bratty, talks back, bucking up beneath you if you try and tease him
Whiny, pouty brat
Will use his safe word at first just because he’s so sexually frustrated
If he finally begs you, you’ve almost broken him because he’s proud
He really does try to be good, though, he wants to please you, he’s sweet and earnest
But you just make him so fucking hot he can’t handle it
Gets hard instantly when you sit on his face
Everything you do makes him hard though so what’s the difference?
He obeys on tour more than he does in person
He’ll be shy and blushy at first when you ask him to edge himself on Skype for you but halfway through he’s the one turning you on and you have to stop him because he’s all smirks and low moans
You really love it when he begs, though, when he goes all desperate, whiny moans tearing from his throat
You’ll make him come by barely touching him
Ruined orgasms are a thing that happens often with Jungkook
Sometimes it works and you give in but you know he lowkey loves being punished
Will let you peg him if he really, really disobeys you and deserves it or does something that hurts your feelings
He’ll be shy af about it but he’ll actually fucking love it and come all over himself when you’ve barely begun to move
You rarely let him top even as a reward but when you do he goes so hard you’ll be sore for a full day, he’ll go all out and give you bruises from slapping your ass so hard
During aftercare he ends up being sweeter to you than you are to him
You’ll take a bath with him and he’ll want to wash your hair and massage your scalp
A brat in bed but an absolute sweetheart outside of it, that’s the tea
Will do anything nonsexual you ask of him
Would be more into the nonsexual aspects of having a dom s/o than any of the boys and would be proud to be your pet in that way
Would be fully pussy whipped and admit it
But in bed be ready for attitude and him trying to seduce you and sometimes you will give in
Pirate!BTS Maid!Reader
Warnings: flirty bangtan
Summary: You had always wondered about pirates, about a life outside of these walls. On your 23rd birthday, you would finally find out what both were really like.
Word Count: 2.2k
You were finally starting to get into the swing of things, doing the jobs instructed to you on the daily. However, the boys were really taking this “if you need help use her” thing for granted.
You made meals with Jin, which was never very ‘eventful’. Usually he would flirt, tell you some terrible jokes. You laughed anyway; his humour just as bad as yours.
‘And then he said, that’s not a clam! That’s my wife!’ You let out a hearty snort, complimenting his loud squeaky laugh perfectly. Jungkook entered that moment, rolling his eyes at you both. He squeezed himself in beside you, face close to your shoulder.
‘What you after?’ You whispered, feeling his hard body pressed against yours. Fuck knows what the kid did on this ship, but he was muscular as fuck. He wrapped his arms around your waist, one hand securing you firmly into his body, the second picking up a piece of chopped vegetable. He slipped it between his lips, an action that shouldn’t have been that attractive. Jin just watched the show, rolling his eyes, annoyed he never thought of it.
‘I’m just here to get a herb, for Jimin’s flu medicine. He’s thrown up twice today, pretty gross. Don’t go near him babe, you might catch it too!’ He warned, reaching above your head grabbing the herb and leaving promptly. You shuddered and pouted, poor Jimin.
‘Weasel.’ Jin scoffed, turning back to the meat on the metal plate. You tilted your head to look at him, he noticed the silence, assuming what you were thinking.
‘Jimin isn’t sick today, he’s perfectly fine actually. He just doesn’t want you to get close to anyone that’s not him.’ You only seemed more confused, causing Jin to huff a sigh, coming towards you.
‘You’re really fucking beautiful, you know that? Like, there is not a soul on this ship that doesn’t want you. When you walk around, look out for it. He doesn’t want you to have anyone else, no one else bar him. Unfortunately for him, we all feel the same way.’ He smirked, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. You just stood speechless for a minute before shaking the thought out of your head.
‘Hmm, I don’t quite believe you. I can see Jungkook has a crush on me, that much is true. The rest of you though? I don’t see it.’ You spoke leaning closer to him. He laughed, coming around the bench.
‘Are you calling my bluff sweetheart?’ He spoke, raising an eyebrow at you, smiling at him you just shrugged. Despite being pressed against the counter by his body, you seemed pretty cocky.
‘The things I would do to you, bent over this fucking counter. I’d-‘
‘YO, Jin, can I borrow Y/N for a bit?’ Jin’s jaw ticked for a second, before smiling. He turned to look at Hobi, stepping aside from you. You let go of the breath you were holding, sliding past his body, he gripped your wrist before you left, pulling you flush to him. You watched the way his lips formed over the words, wondering what they would feel like on your neck.
‘Think about what I said. I’m not lying to you...’ you just nodded, joining Hoseok.
‘What do you need me for?’ You spoke, getting to what they called a supply room. It kept most foods, medicine and drinks.
‘Just some help countin’ beautiful!’ He smiled, you just rolled your eyes, laughing at him. However, if he needed help with counting, you were more than happy to help. Starting with the medical supplies, you could see that bandages were wearing thin. Probably due to Jungkook wrapping them over every and any cut on your body. You smiled at the thought, touching the slither of fabric over your knee.
‘You know, I could punish him for that.’ Hoseok spoke openly, giving no thought to the weight of his words. You tilted your head slightly, confused as to what he meant. Punish him for doing his job? Surely not...
‘For misusing supplies. He shouldn’t be using bandages on things that aren’t large wounds. That could get him punishments.’ He explained, still counting food items.
‘You don’t need to punish him for things like that. It’s my fault, if anything it should be me taking those, it’s me he’s always having to patch up.’ You spoke, keeping your eyes down. Hoseok smirked, walking closer to you, pinning you against a stem, holding the ship together.
‘Are you saying you’ll take his punishments?’ He spoke clearly, making sure you knew what you were signing up for. You just nodded, biting down on your bottom lip. His eyes darted down to the motion, watching the blood drain and flood back with the movement of your teeth.
‘You know what your signing up for right baby? Your punishments will be very different from his...’ He spoke, eyeing up your body for added effect. If you hadn’t clicked before, you more than should have by now.
‘Hmm, how different are we talking?’ you played back, moving your hips towards him. He let his eyes close, momentarily enjoying the sensation before grabbing you to stop. Pinning your entire body against the pillar, completely unable to move.
‘So much different, in fact, maybe even a little enjoyable...’ He whispered, lips grazing your ear as he spoke. A smell of fruit radiated off his body making you feel dizzy. His hands trailed your hips, causing goosebumps to follow his fingertips.
He kissed down from your ear to your collarbone, your head rolling back to give him more room. You moaned as he nipped the skin, lips trailing closer and closer to yours. Firmly and quickly, as if someone would snatch you out of his grasp, he placed his lips on yours. You had kissed before, but this was like none of those. The only boy you had been with had been immature, young. He had not known how to kiss a woman, how to let you know how much he wanted you from one kiss. Jungkook’s kiss was short, gentle, interrupted. Hoseok wouldn’t let anyone interrupt, knew how to make you feel everything he wanted to do to you. You pulled away as his fingers started to make a path down your stomach, sitting at the hem of your trousers.
‘Hoseok, I’ve never...’ You trailed off, grasping his hand in yours. His eyes shot out his sockets, pulling himself quickly off you. It wasn’t what you wanted really, but you were thankful for the space to think.
‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to force you into anything. I didn’t realise, if I had known-‘ You cut him off with a swift kiss, his body tensed for a second before he relaxed, swinging your hips with his hands he pulled away. Your foreheads rested together, both trying to catch your breath.
‘I don’t want to stop, not really. You didn’t force me into anything, but I know we should stop here. For the time being at least. I should re-join Jin for making dinner...’
‘Right. You’re right, see you later?’ He questioned, not like you could say no, you were floating in the middle of the ocean. You just smiled, nodding as you climbed up the little ladder, a happy smile plastered on your face.
The next day, you were requested to assist Jimin, him teaching you how to steer the boat with him. By the end of you being here, there wasn’t going to be anything you couldn’t do on a ship.
‘So, if you just look over that way, your hands are naturally going to twist it that way. Don’t spin it on your own, you might push it too far. I don’t really feel like saving us from crashing into an island.’ You smacked his arm, causing a bubble of laughter to erupt from his throat. You smiled at the sound, it was a happy and warm sound. Doing as instructed, you held the wheel, looking towards the vast area of empty sea.
‘So right now, your leading us north west, you see the little pin moving?’ He questioned, trapping your body between him and the helm. You peer at the circle in his hand, small glass compass in the palm of his hand, dial in the centre. You nodded, looking at him over your shoulder, happy to be doing something. His face was closer than expected, nose brushing his cheek as your head turned. What was with these boys and smelling like your favourite fruits?
‘Jimin let her go, would you? I need her help.’ Namjoon spoke, grabbing your hand. Jimin placed his hand on the helm, securing it in the direction you wished to go. Following Namjoon to a little desk on deck, he stood over the maps with you. He pointed at a little drawing, tapping his finger over it a couple times.
‘This is the island we were just at, what should we name it?’ He questioned, looking directly at you. He wanted you to name an island? You pouted in thought, tapping your fingers rhythmically against your chin. He watched you with interest, wondering what you could be thinking.
‘You all spilled your stories to me, right? Let’s call it memory cove!’ Namjoon thought that was positively adorable, scrawling the name under the island.
‘Memory cove it is. Maybe when we visit again, we can share more hmm?’ He whispered, still leaning towards you on the desk.
‘I hope so, hopefully it will be memories we are all a part of.’ You spoke, leaving your face on the palm of your hand, looking from him to the ocean behind him. You turned your eyes back to him, the sound of your name startling you slightly.
‘Tae has been sitting there for some time now. Why don’t you go see if he’s okay?’ He spoke, nodding his head towards the middle of the ship at the side. Taehyung sat with his hands resting on the rope, legs dangling off the ship. You turned back to Namjoon, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek.
‘Thank you for letting me name an island Joon.’ You whispered, watching the light blush grow on his cheeks. God you could be the death of him. Scurvy didn’t stand a chance.
‘What you thinkin’ ‘bout?’ You spoke, startling him slightly. He shifted over regardless, letting you sit in the space beside him. You both looked over the expanse of water, enjoying the silence for a moment.
‘Do you think there are mermaids? Not the evil ones that drag sailors to their deaths, just mermaids.’ He spoke softly, not looking at you for a second, just watching the waves crash against the side of the ship.
‘I think it’s possible yes. For our sake, I hope they’re nice...’ He giggled at you, turning his head, it still resting on the curve of his arm.
‘Why do you ask?’ You queried, his face fell into a frown, looking away from you slightly.
‘Everyone always said I was childish. My parents, the navy men. I wanted to believe there was more out there, what’s so wrong with that?’ He wondered, mostly to himself. Thinking out loud, allowing you into his thoughts. You took hold of his free hand, the one that didn’t cradle his head. Looking down at your connected fingers he smiled, looking back up at your face. Your eyes already waiting for him.
‘Nothing, there is nothing at all wrong with that. Believe it until you’ve discovered it, Tae. Then they will eat their words.’ You encouraged, watching the warmth in his eyes spread. He lifted your joined hands, planting a gentle kiss on your knuckles.
‘Oh, I almost forgot. The captain wanted to see you, when you were finished with Jimin.’ Nodding, you stood from your position ruffling his hair lightly. He swatted your hand before standing himself, going to join Jimin and Namjoon.
‘Come in!’ Yoongi yelled from within the room, allowing you to swing the door open. He sat at his desk; legs swung up on the wood. Motioning for you to sit, you do as instructed, swinging your feet up on the desk too. He just regarded you curiously, letting a small and quiet laugh slip past his lips.
‘You know, we told you all about us, but you never shared about yourself. Do you mind? With me?’ He spoke, letting his legs swing down as he leaned his elbows on the desk. He assumed you may not be comfortable sharing fully with the boys yet. He hoped, since you shared a room, you were more comfortable with him. So comfortable, that you might share your story so far with him. You wanted to, wanted to let him know you, like you now know him. Of all the hardships and whatever else.
‘It’s not exciting. Like really, nothing super eventful happened to me.’ You shrug off, slipping your feet from the desk also. Gripping your hand across the table, he forced you to look up at him.
‘I don’t care if you were born in the Palace or crawled your way there. I want to hear your story. I want to hear about you.’
