✈︎ Escape Series — 18+, Mature, fluff, smut, angst, ongoing
✈︎ pairing: OT7 with various YN/OC’s
✈︎ word count: 73.4k and counting...
✈︎ warnings: non-disclosure acts, triggering themes such as foster homes, shit jobs, invasion of privacy, fights/yelling, fear of abandonment, explicit smut that features but is not limited to: bdsm elements, dom/sub scenes, bondage, restraints, voyeurism, exhibitionism, breath play, cum play, creampie, revenge sex, sex games, pet names, unprotected sex, cock warming, consensual sex with alcohol, webcam sex, double penetration, multiple sex partners, please see each chapter for a list of their specific warnings
☼ summary: It was a running joke within the fandom that you all should just buy an island, move there, and have Namjoon be the president. That is, it 𝘸𝘢𝘴 a running joke, until one day on Twitter, it all came to a head. The fandom was at each other’s throats, people were sending death threats, trash talking each other, trash talking the boys, and everyone just had 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡....
“I thought this was a private island that we own?” you question aloud.
“So did I, and I am about to find out who the hell is on our island,” Vanessa says as she storms towards the people on the beach. You notice when she stops dead in her tracks, the sand under her feet making her slide a bit.You speed up, worried she may need help. The closer you get, you realize 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢.
When you find yourself being given the opportunity to live your dream, will you take advantage of that escape?
☀︎ a/n: This is a series that takes place with all 7 members, but every chapter offers the reader a chance to be YN or an OC. There are several OC’s that are named, but all chapters are told in 2nd person, to allow you to be each character. collaboration between me and @mrsparkjimin18 and is crossposted to AO3/Wattpad
✈︎ chapter 1: dear lucky ARMY...
✈︎ chapter 2: welcome to Bangtania, ladies
✈︎ chapter 3: call me daddy
✈︎ chapter 4: you have been cordially invited...
✈︎ chapter 5: you want a show?
✈︎ chapter 6: but i still want you... pt. 1
✈︎ chapter 7: but i still want you... pt. 2
✈︎ chapter 8: but i still want you... pt. 3
✈︎ chapter 9: save water, shower with me
✈︎ chapter 10: sope game night ft. tae
✈︎ chapter 11: sope game night ft. tae pt. 2
✈︎ chapter 12: daddy’s stressed
✈︎ chapter 13: Island Frustrations
✈︎ chapter 14: The Mix-Up
✈︎ chapter 15: Caught In A Lie
✈︎ chapter 16: House Of Cards
✈︎ chapter 17: Am I Wrong ✦ my fave chapter! hehe
✈︎ chapter 18: Autumn Leaves ✦ my 2nd fave chapter!
Summery: Waylon has been re-submerged into Murkoffs horrible tests and tortures, but insanity can never be controlled and once again mount massive is in chaos. what happens though when Murkoff decides to start Walrider from the ground up? Waylon realizes his time is on the clock and must escape. in his condition he'll need help, and there's only one who mite give it.
status: complete and on A03
rated: M - fowl language, sensitive topics, and gore
previous chap: None
next chap: Escape Ch: 2
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~Ch:1 Isolation~
*Morning of December 4th*
Waylon slowly awoke, shaking a bit from the cold. That was the only bad thing about the vents, the cold breeze that went through them. Stretching a bit and yawning, he opened his eyes but quickly closed them as the Morphogenic Engine threatened to burn across his eyes again. He kept them tightly closed until he was sure the horror flashes had vanished from his vision. He slowly opened his eyes again and sat up in the large vent, sighing. He took a pin he had kept and carved another line into the metal vent wall, adding another tally mark to all the ones scrawled across the metal. The tallies reminded him of how many days he spent in this hellhole of an asylum. He had no idea how he managed to survive through all of this madness.
The computer technician had set up a little home in the large round vent. He had gotten a thin blanket from the storage and found a guard’s backpack to carry things that were necessary for his survival, but also other stuff that he deemed important. He grabbed the backpack and pulled out a small bag of jerky he had made a few days earlier and started to eat. Waylon always hated how the jerky was so plain, but he knew how lucky he was. Not everybody had access to food in the asylum. He’d be damned if he let himself turn to cannibalism, or eat his own flesh, like some of the patients were doing. Making a face, he shook his head and decided not to think about it as he was trying to eat.
After finishing, he took out a thick journal from the bag along with a pen before putting on the backpack and heading down a vent. He crawled through vent after vent until he made it to a cell block area. He sat down in front of a vent opening and watched the patients below.
“Patient 114565679, still seems to be eating himself. Arms almost completely gone from rot and being eaten.’’
’’Patient 113694513 … still bashing his head.” Waylon thought as he watched and wrote the observations down.
“Why do I even do this? It’s not like it’s going to help anyone. Is it even helping me?” Waylon thought as he continued writing. After five hours had passed, he finished writing down all the patients’ actions and headed off to the next cell block to do the same to the patients in that area.
After visiting all the blocks and areas to write observations on patients, he noticed that it was late afternoon already and decided to take a break and eat some more jerky.
“Andrew is not in his usual area today. I hope he’s not messing with more of my vents.” Waylon growled a bit to himself. The vents were the key to Waylon’s survival. Without them, he’d be long dead. Andrew knows this, and being a smart man who still has some sanity and logic left, he makes sure to guard and ruin the vents he gets his hands on in hope of catching or trapping Waylon. Waylon made a face.
“Only one more observation left.” he said to himself and took a deep breath. He had to observe Gluskin. Although Waylon wanted to stay on the farthest end of the asylum to avoid him, he thought it was better to actually be aware of where the crazed man was wandering, even if he didn’t seem to wander far from his area. Waylon slowly navigated to the Groom’s area and looked through the open vents. He couldn’t see him in the first vent, nor the second, nor even through the fifth one. That worried him, he should have seen him by now.
“Did he leave? Finally snapped because of Andrew? … I can only wish ...” Waylon thought.
“He must be following the vents by now. He must have heard me!” Waylon panicked. He looked around tried to see if the man was in any shadows nearby.
“Nowhere...” he whispered. Waylon was anxious now, where could he have gone?
He went down a vent and looked out of an open spot. The vent led out to the main middle area hallway.
“Make sure neither Gluskin or Andrew are here.” he thought and opened the vent. He made sure that most of the vents were open just in case of emergencies. Waylon looked out and down the long hall. Nobody but a few rotting bodies.
“I never thought I’d get used to rotting corpses, or the smell...” Waylon thought as he quietly got down into the hall. He went up to the large caged doorway.
“Still closed...” he thought.
He walked up to the door and froze. There the Groom was, a little down the way from the door. Waylon stayed frozen staring at him. Gluskin was looking up through a vent, probably in an attempt to catch Waylon crawling through it. Looks like Andrew wasn’t the only one who was on to him...
“He hasn’t noticed me yet.” Waylon thought as he started to take steps back. Before he could even set his foot down, Gluskin’s attention was brought to Waylon by the small movement. Waylon froze again and his eyes went wide. He stared at him with his green eyes and Gluskin stared back with his icy blue ones.
“I have a head start, and the vents are nearby.” Waylon thought, not breaking the eye contact or daring to move in the slightest. The stare lasted a couple of minutes before Gluskin’s attention was grabbed by something else opposite to where Waylon was. Waylon saw his chance and bolted back into the vent and quickly closed it back up. Taking deep breaths, he tried to prevent his body from violently shaking.
The shaking became worse when a horror attack started, the images from the Morphogenic Engine flashing in his sight and causing him to panic.
“No, stop!” Waylon growled through gritted teeth and grabbed his head, trying to stop the pain in vain. The screeching, buzzing noise got louder and louder and his brain felt as if it was on fire as the noise got louder in his mind. He shut his eyes tightly as the bright images started to flashed, making him feel sick, like he was dying. He started to breath harder, afraid that he was going to suffocate soon.
The buzzing died down as the images stopped and Waylon felt like he could breath normally again. He took some deep breaths and once he was ready, he went back down the vents towards his little “home” inside the vents, where the feel of the chilling breeze on his skin would comfort him and make him feel safe, or as safe as you can be in a place like Mount Massive Asylum.
“Almost there...” he thought as he walked. He stepped onto a certain vent panel and stopped when it made an unsettling groan of bending metal.
“That never made noise before.” he said to himself. Pushing on the panel to test it, he thought about what options he had and the risks of each one of them. The panel made creaking noises with each push, but it seemed like it could handle his weight.
“Maybe I should go a different way?” he thought, but quickly dismissed the option. “No, I am exhausted, it’s getting late, and the vents will be way too dark to navigate through in an hour. I don’t have time to go a different way.” he thought and took a step forward. The panel seemed to support his weight just fine and he felt confident enough to continue. When he reached the third panel, it collapsed. Waylon landed onto the hard wooden floor with an echoing thud and soon after, he heard what sounded like pins dropping. He looked beside him and saw a perfectly good vent screw rolling next to him.
Waylon gave a confused look at it before his shirt was harshly grabbed and he was yanked off the floor. He looked in front of him and just as he saw Andrew’s face, it was quickly gone from view as he received a punch in the face. He dropped to the floor and felt his skull smash on the wood. His vision was spinning and he tried to get up.
“Oh no, you’re staying down.” Andrew said with a kick right to Waylon’s ribs. Waylon let out a gasp and cough as the wind was knocked out of him and he rolled onto his chest. As he tried to breath, he tasted something coppery. He saw blood dripping down to the floor and off his face from his nose. Waylon struggled and pushed himself to get up.
“Come on, dammit!” he cursed angrily at his uncooperative body. Andrew yanked him up by his back collar.
“I have experiments saved for you. It was just a matter of time before I caught you out of those stupid vents.” Andrew said as he started to drag him away.
“No!” Waylon yelled and punched Andrew in the face. Waylon began pulling back and struggling, hoping to free himself from Andrew’s firm grip so he could run. He wasn’t a good fighter, but if he was released he’d be sure to escape.
“You little fuck!” Andrew cursed, throwing a punch at Waylon’s face again, then his gut. Waylon’s air was pushed out of him and he got knocked down to the floor. Even with his bad arm, Andrew could still coordinate it good enough for a hard punch. Waylon spat out some blood and started to hyperventilate as images from the accursed engine began to burn his eyes and mind at the worst possible time.
“No! Not now, not now!” Waylon growled. Andrew laughed and smashed his boot down his head. After his skull hit the ground, his body couldn’t take another hit, and he finally blacked out.
*Hours passed*
Waylon slowly opened his eyes, trying to ignore the pain pulsing through his skull. As he tried to reach up and touch a sore spot on his face, he realized that his arms were restrained. He looked down to see what his condition was.
He was strapped tightly to a gurney in a dark room. He saw some movement out of the corner of his eye. Straining his eyes to see more clearly, he caught Andrew humming to himself in the corner with a bunch of candles nearby, with a dimly lit one right above him. He seemed to be mixing chemicals in a boiling pot. Next to the stove he was working on was a large jug-like container that had a hose going out of a cap on it. Connected to the cap was a huge needle. The jug was stained with old dry crusted blood.
Waylon took a deep breath. Andrew hadn’t seen him awake and it might give him some time to plan his escape. He looked around and immediately spotted a sharp piece of metal on a table next to him. It looked like some sort of makeshift dagger, jagged metal with a weird string wrapped “handle” of sorts. Waylon shifted on the gurney a bit so his arm could hopefully reach far enough to grab it.
“Thank god.” he thought when he felt the cold metal on his skin. He quickly began to try and cut the thick straps. He stopped though when he saw what little progress he as making. Cursing to himself, he tried to think of another idea. He moved the blade under the buckle latch and slowly got it up, making the strap loose. He freed his hand of the strap and started to untie the other. He pulled the other strap away a bit too quickly and caused the dagger to hit the gurney. The hit made a loud noise as well as forced the knife up a bit in Waylon’s hand, having the jagged handle slice it. Waylon let out a hiss of pain and dropped the knife in reaction, creating more noise. Andrew turned and saw Waylon untie the last few straps. Andrew’s formerly calm and relaxed face turned furious, and he grabbed a nearby large hypodermic needle that was as thick as a quarter and as long as a foot. It looked filled with something thick and dark. Waylon swore it was Black Tar by the way it looked.
Waylon frantically ran from the room as soon as he was free, grabbing his bag on the way out. He quickly glanced at his surroundings as he ran, working to get his bearings on wherever he was in the asylum, to find the closest vent. He spotted one further down the hall and made it his target. Andrew was getting closer looking about ready to kill Waylon when he’d catch him. Waylon made it to the vent and sighed a breath of relief when he finally managed to climb up in time.
His relief was short lived, gone after he realized what was in the vent. It was blocked with barb wire, broken glass, a dead bloody body and the smell of an extremely harsh chemical. Waylon was frozen in shock, his escape was blocked and he was cornered. Basically killed by what he thought was his safe haven.
Andrew grabbed Waylon’s leg from the vent and yanked him out. Waylon grabbed onto the vents edge and struggled to break free from Andrew. He WILL get away in this vent, even if he had to beat his way through barb wire, a dead body and hold his breath through the entire way.
“Think I wouldn’t block the damn vents, when I had to get my personal lab rat out of them?!” Andrew mocked and stabbed the needle deeply in Waylon’s leg, injecting the thick sludge into his leg.
“Ah, fuck!” Waylon screamed. He could feel the sludge burning like fire as it slowly crawled up his legs and into his flesh. Waylon took a deep breath and yanked his bad leg forward before smashing it into Andrew’s chest. It was both a good and bad idea. The needle in his leg shredded open a gaping wound from pushing against it, but at least Andrew was knocked to the floor, giving Waylon time to escape. Waylon got down from the vent, yanked the needle out, having it gush black sludge from the end, and ran for his life. His leg was killing him. It felt like being on fire or sitting in acid. The running was forcing both blood and sludge to seep from his gashed leg.
He looked around desperately for a vent. Not catching a sign of one, he decided on going through a door instead. He didn’t care what was behind that door. Not anymore. He was getting away from Andrew. He ran through a door, then another, and another, feeling like it was more of a horrible maze now with no sanctuary in sight. He bolted through one more door which led to an open hall. Waylon didn’t slow down until he got to a more familiar part of wherever he was.
Lots of shelfs tightly placed next to each other, from wall to wall, with one long pathway up the middle of the room. Waylon slowly walked, catching his breath a bit. The shelfs contained things from books and files to random objects like chairs, cords, and large machines. Waylon wasn’t sure, but he was dreading this place. Something was off and it made him terrified. There was no predicting what could happen, nor who would pop up at any moment. He slowly walked down the middle path, being as aware as he could of his surroundings. He looked back every so often to see if Andrew would be there. When he turned his head for the fourth time, he noticed something.
“Vents!” Waylon thought, looking up at them with pure happiness for such a plain and simple thing. His happiness turned slowly to dread as he recognized the vents and remembered exactly where he was.
“Gluskin... I am in his area.” he thought, having trouble swallowing the small amount of spit he had after being so dehydrated. He slowly looked down and looked around, no movement, no sound, nothing. That’s what scared him the most, Eddie Gluskin was perfectly silent.
“WAYLON!!!” he heard a voice roar from behind and echo through the place. His head whipped around in horror and saw Andrew charging him.
“Shut up you idiot!” is what Waylon wanted to yell so desperately at Andrew. Gluskin was now sure to know that he had visitors.
“Well, no holding back now. If I just run I can make it to the exit on the other side and get into the vent near by.” Waylon’s mind quickly blurted out ways to escape in fear. In a flash he was running, looking around everywhere to make sure nothing would suddenly grab him from the side.
A few feet from the door, his bad leg gave out. Waylon crashed into the door and quickly looked at his leg. Blood was pouring from the wound, looking like it was mixed with black oil. Only now did he notice the blood trail he was leaving. He yanked the door open to run out, but Andrew had caught up and grabbed the back of Waylon’s collar, yanking him back and slamming him back into the cage door and closing it. Waylon turned around to fight Andrew, only managing to dodge his needle from stabbing into his side. As Andrew yanked the needle back, ready to attack again, some of the black tar sludge splattered onto Waylon’s face, burning it. He hissed and grabbed Andrew’s wrist to make sure that his needle wouldn’t stab him again.
He was in a really tough spot. His back against a cage, which was also his only way to escape, a crazy doctor with a poisonous needle, and with poison coursing through his leg and bleeding out through a gash… and now, there was one more thing to add to the list.
Waylon’s chest felt like it caved in, stopping his heart and lungs when he saw the man walk up behind Andrew. Those icy blue eyes burned into his own as he looked over Andrew’s shoulder. Everything seemed to go in absolute, unbearable slow motion. He walked up close behind Andrew, lifting up his hands. He had a cable wrapped around one to the other and in a quick movement wrapped it around Andrew’s neck and yanked him off of Waylon.
Andrew’s attention was soon off Waylon and he went into panic as he recognized his attacker. He hastily stabbed the needle into Gluskin’s arm, but the act didn’t seem to affect the man much as he continued dragging him back. Andrew fought Gluskin in frenzied and panic induced attacks, punching and clawing in a desperate attempt to escape. Gluskin snapped and gave the punches back, slamming his foot down on Andrew’s leg, breaking it backwards with loud sickening cracks.
“Gluskin’s goal isn’t to kill Andrew right away.” Waylon thought, before he decided to just bolt out.
Waylon fled out the door and into a vent. Once he was safe, everything seemed to be on fast forward and that overloaded his brain. The flashing images from the Morphogenic Engine went crazy on his brain and in his eyes. He doubled over in pain and somehow managed to keep his stomach in check through it.
After the pain died down, Waylon slowly made his way back to his small little home in the vents. All during the little journey Waylon could hear Andrew’s screams echo through the vents, making him feel as if he was right there, watching Andrew go through God knows what. However, he didn’t feel any remorse for Andrew. Not with all the shit he put him through. After finally reaching his home, Waylon just collapsed onto the thin blanket and passed out from pain, exhaustion, and illness.
Andrew’s screams echoed all night and Waylon knew that from constantly fading in and out of sleep, sometimes seeing nightmares of him screaming as Gluskin mutilated him. It was afternoon when Waylon had fully awaken. He stretched and immediately regretted doing so when the large gash in his leg reminded him of it’s existence.
“Dammit, I need to get to the infirmary. I need antibiotics, alcohol, and gauze... and get a better look at my damn leg.” he thought, trying to get a close look at the wound. The vents were dark and it was hard to see how bad the damage was, but he sure as hell could feel how bad it was.
Waylon was still wearing his pack and just had to start navigating the vents. About an hour of navigating, he later made it to the small hospital. He opened the vent and looked around.
“Nobody, great.” he whispered to himself and jumped down, feeling a shock of pain in his leg and falling over when he landed. He hissed in pain and slowly stood and limped over to a table with a bright white light over it. He sat in a nearby chair and held up his leg, turning it to see the large festering gash on the back.
The wound was stained black, looked infected and already rotting with thick yellow pus.
“Fuck...” Waylon thought as he examined it. “I’ll have to cut all this rot off. This better not fucking cripple me.” he thought looking around. He got up again and limped over to the cabinets and started digging around in them. He found most the stuff he needed to clean the wound, alcohol, gauze, stitching wire, a needle, and some duct tape. He started cleaning the wound right away. First, he cut away all the black rotting meat, then he carefully poured some alcohol on the wound, creating a violent reaction when it touched any of the black tar left in the wound. Not to mentioned that it caused so much pain that Waylon’s eyes started watering.
He let out multiple curses as he quickly cut away those bits as the tar turned into an acid-like substance in reaction to the alcohol. His fingers were burnt a bit from it, but his leg was now clean and disinfected. He sighed and started to stitch the wound, wrapping it in bandaged and later covering it with duct tape.
Once the leg was wrapped, his next goal was to find antibiotics. Who knew if even one pill still existed in the facility. Patients pretty much raided anything medicine or drug-like, even this little place seemed to have had a hurricane through it.
He looked around until he found a locked cabinet.
“Medicine in here?” he thought. He grabbed a nearby broken pipe and put it behind the rusted chain and lock. He pulled back with all of his weight until the chain snapped, almost causing Waylon to fall back and unto the floor. He opened it and found prescriptions organized in small boxes. He opened almost all of them before finding a small bottle covered in dust. He popped a pill before going back into the vent.
He paused for a moment, looking down a vent way as he realized that it was the one that led to the Groom’s area.
“Should I go look?” he thought with deep and quick breaths. He wanted to go, to see what happened to that “doctor”. What torture he must have went through all night. How Gluskin treated his visitors.
Waylon walked, getting both nervous and excited as he got closer and closer. He looked out the vent. “No Groom in here.” he whispered to himself, slightly relieved. As he looked for Andrew’s body, he caught a large blood stain on a wall, with a big puddle of blood in the same corner, Waylon went to a different vent to see it at a better angle. It was just a large mess of blood and leading to it was a large dragging blood smear. Inside the smear were hand prints that looked like someone had desperately tried to claw at the ground. Waylon’s eyes followed the trail to where the cage door was.
“That blood wasn’t spilled ‘til after I left.” he thought. The blood led outside, which meant Gluskin had gone out and could still be outside. Fortunately.
Waylon followed the vents to the hall and looking out the vent, gasping. There Andrew was, hung up from the roof, over the floor railing, with his body spread open like a dissected frog. Cords had been sown through his skin, and attached to wooden support poles to keep it stretched and spread open. His organs were hanging out or falling to the floor. Waylon didn’t know what he expected to see when he decided to look for Andrew, but he certainly wasn’t expecting this...
“Was he still alive when this happened?” he thought. “Probably, he was still struggling while being dragged.” he thought. He was about ready to leave when he noticed something. Andrew’s neck was left mainly untouched, besides some strange cuts. They looked like words. Waylon got closer to the vent and focused on the area, hoping to see what it was. No luck.
“If only my fucking camera worked. … I’ll have to get out.” he thought. He slowly opened the vent and carefully looked down the halls. Nobody. At least, he was sure there was nobody. He took a deep breath and jumped down, holding in a hiss of pain as his leg ached. He looked towards Gluskin’s door. Andrew was hanged right in front of it. Waylon took quiet breaths and quietly peaked in past the door.
“No movement or sound...” Waylon thought. He walked up to the body, trying to keep an eye on the door behind him. He looked up at the body and saw what was carved deeply into Andrew’s neck.
Just above his collar bone, ’‘Waylon’’ was carved across his neck.
Waylon’s stomach dropped and he felt sick.
“An image of future events if I am caught?” he thought. Then another thought crossed his mind. “Andrew’s shouting was probably the first time Gluskin heard my name...” he thought before going back to the vent. He went back to his home and quickly fell asleep.
*Late night*
Waylon was awoken by the distant sound of rapid gun fire. His curiosity and paranoia took the best of him and he decided to get up and find out what was going on.
“Is Murkoff really going to try and get a grip on the asylum again?” Waylon thought.
“They really can’t be that desperate and insane to keep this place running after two breakouts...” he thought. Deciding that it was best to leave his back pack in the vents, he headed out on his way. He went through the vents and made it to the hall, next to Gluskin’s door. The whole floor was buzzing with panic. Patients were running everywhere looking for a place to hide.
“What’s going on?” Waylon thought. His attention was soon turned down the hall as he heard the shooting noises again and could see the small flashes out the large windows at the end of the hall.
A bright flash of fire appeared, filling up the window with light, making the sound of a loud explosion, like a firework going off. The whole hall turned a red/orange hue. Another little explosion was heard and seen from the window. Waylon heard a few more go off in different directions around the asylum.
“Setting the place on fire?!” Waylon thought in panic. He did not last this long to just burn alive. He hopped down to the floor, not minding most of the patients as they were too busy panicking. He ran as fast as his injured leg allowed him to and went out a window to climb up a drain pipe. It was a bit difficult with his injured leg, but he had to see. Finally managing to get himself up, he stood and watched as a very distressing image played out in front of him
A wall of fire surrounding the entire grounds of the asylum. Behind it were Murkoff soldiers, shooting at anyone trying to flee past the fire. Ashes were coating the building and the grounds like snow, some hot ashes burned Waylon’s face as he watched the scene. The night sky was dyed a grayish red as the bright blazing fire flashed.
“What’s happening..?” Waylon thought, an empty feeling forming inside him, like he was trapped and slowly dying. “... No escape...” he whispered, the feeling of dread overpowering his body. This feeling had once again triggered the Engines image and the bright flashing of swirling fire made it worse. Waylon screamed in agony and held his head as the screaming/ buzzing noise assaulted his brain and the flashing images burning his eyes. He couldn’t hold it in and continued to cry out in agony.
The noises and images suddenly ended as a new, stronger sensation hit him. Real pain and the feeling of warm blood. Waylon grabbed his left side and pulled his hand away, he was shot, and could see blood dripping off his hand.
He looked around, shocked, and took a step back, accidentally tripping, falling, and smashing through the tired roof. He fell until he hit a hard wooden floor. He let out screams of pain, too exhausted to do anything. He stayed still on the floor, feeling it cool his skin from being out and letting the heat of fire burn on him. He stared up at the roof, looking at the open hole in it now. His vision began to slowly blur and grow dark. Waylon growled, shaking his head a few times, trying to regain control of his eyesight or at least sit up, but his body was losing too much blood, and he was in an unbelievable amount of pain.
He tried to focus on the broken roof again but a silhouette of someone blocked it. He glared at the silhouette, unable to determine who it was, before he finally blacked out.
Characters: Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, The Kent Bros.
Pairing: jondami, timkon
Summary: If any of them were asked, it’d be unanimous. None of them a lick of remorse for what they’d done.
A/N: They live on an island or coastline or something. Jason’s basically made it his mission in life, now that his sibs and their lovers are safe, to antagonize Dick and his very existence. This is a few months after the last bit. Cass and Jason do eventually go visit. Tim and Damian still try to convince them to stay forever.
Stuff for the Escape series
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Jason hummed as he looked at all the pieces of his guns on the coffee table. He hadn’t used them in ages, hadn’t been the Red Hood in years, but they needed cleaning.
And man, he loved cleaning his guns.
He picked up the cloth, and was about to pick up one of the pieces, when he heard a bedroom door slam.
And it was rude, but he couldn’t help but smirk.
“You didn’t sleep long enough.” He called lazily. Heard Dick stop at the front door.
“We’ve been through this, Jay.” Dick returned bitterly. “I’m not resting until I find Tim and Damian and get them home safe.”
“We have been through this.” Jason agreed, not looking up. “And how many times do I have to tell you? Maybe they don’t want to be found.”
“They’re not safe.” Dick pushed, then quieter. “The Kents are criminals.”
If Jason was going to say anything – (he wasn’t.) – he didn’t get the chance. Dick was already out the door, heading back to the headquarters of his anti-metas operation.
Jason rolled his eyes, returned to humming and cleaning his guns.
And he stayed like that for a little bit. Half an hour at most. He always seemed to lose track of time when doing something he enjoyed.
But then suddenly – another bedroom door smacked against a wall. He heard the quick patter of feet, and turned just as Cassandra came into the living room, a ringing tablet in her hands.
“The boys.” She said quietly, vaulting over Jason to sit on his other side. Settled into the couch cushions before answering the call. “It’s the boys.”
The screen lit up with Tim’s face, a bright, blue sky behind him. A pair of sunglasses sat on his head, and in the shadows of the undone shirt buttons, they could see a slight sunburn.
Tim was mid-laugh when the call was answered, looking off screen. But when he looked up and saw his siblings, his smile grew even brighter.
“Well there’s a sight for sore eyes.” Jason chuckled, leaning back himself. “What’s so funny?”
“Conner and Damian are fighting over dinner.” Tim replied with a snort. “They both think they’re a better cook than the other, and take any opportunity to prove it. Conner, I believe, just won today’s bout, and Damian’s pouting about it.”
“But I’m sure Jonny-Boy will fix him right up.” Jason joked. Cassandra just rolled her eyes.
“Of course. He always does.” Tim glanced in the other direction, smirked knowingly. “It’s frankly a little gross.”
Off screen they heard Jon laugh, and Damian snap. “Oh, please. We’re nothing compared to you two rabbits. Or have you forgotten the time you woke the neighbor with how loud your intercourse was?”
And even through the sunburn, Jason and Cassandra could see Tim blush as he looked back at them.
“It was only once, I swear.” Tim whispered.
“At least we didn’t get caught getting it on in the backseat of a car by the cops.” Conner called lazily. And it was nice, hearing him back on his feet. His recovery took longer than expected, with frequent setbacks and relapses. It was a relief, that he was finally out of the woods. “Twice.”
Damian made a sound to respond, but was cut off via gentle cooing from Jon. Tim laughed and shook his head, putting his attention back on his siblings.
“So how are you two?” He asked. “How’s…how’s things back home?”
“Same old, same old.” Jason shrugged. “…Dick’s been quiet.”
Tim’s smile faltered a little. “Oh?”
“He’s still looking for the two of you.” Jason nodded. “Convinced himself that it wasn’t you two breaking the Kents out of prison, but rather your boyfriends manipulated you.”
Damian snorted, still not appearing on screen. “Like they could.”
“Hey.” Jon scolded. “I’d like to think I’m a little more able at that kind of thing than you think.”
“That, or that you and Damian are merely misguided.” Cassandra added softly. “That you just do not understand the true danger Conner and Jonathan possess.”
“Basically, he still just wants to play hero.” Jason sighed. “Save his widdle baby bros from the big bad metas.”
Tim sighed too, leaned back in his chair. “…I’m sure it’s not great for you two out there.” A pause. “It’s still not too late for you guys to come live with us.”
“And listen to the four of you bang all the time? Pass.” Jason waved off. “Besides, despite his…craziness. Dick is still our brother. Someone’s gotta take care of him, and Cass and I agreed we don’t want it to be the two of you.”
“He has put you through enough.” Cassandra nodded in agreement. “And if you are happy, we are happy.”
“Excuse me if I don’t just to accept that.” Tim pouted.
“Look at it this way. Cass and I, our friends aren’t metas. Kory took Bizarro and went back to Tamaran. Artemis went back to that island no one can find.” Jason listed off. “I can go drinking with Roy whenever I want. Steph and Barbara practically live here too.”
“You two had the most meta friends.” Cassandra reminded. “That is why this hit you two the hardest.”
Tim huffed. “I just wish you could at least visit.”
“Maybe one day.” Jason promised. “But don’t worry about us, okay? Worry about your lame-ass boyfriends, and not killing your brother.”
Tim looked out of frame and smiled. Twisted the tablet to show Jon between Damian’s legs on a chaise, lounging against his chest, eyes half lidded. Damian had his arms around Jon’s back, fingers idly tracing patterns along his shirtless spine as he stared up at the clouds and blue sky above them.
“Eh. He grows on you, I’ve found.” Tim whispered, then louder: “Say hello, Damian.”
Damian blinked and looked over at them. Then smiled and waved warmly.
“I…miss you both.” Damian admitted as Jon shifted his head to look up at him. Damian returned the glance, leaned down to kiss him. Looked back towards the camera with a wider grin.
“And we, surprisingly, miss you too, kid.” Jason hummed. Grunted, when Cassandra elbowed him playfully in the side. He feigned hurt, but smiled as he rubbed his side. “…It looks good on you, though.”
Damian quirked an eyebrow. “What does?”
“That octopus on your chest there.” Jason laughed. Jon grinned and wrapped his arms protectively around Damian. “Happiness overall, though.”
Damian blinked again, and then grinned a little softer. “…Yeah.”
There was a snort from Tim, and suddenly the tablet was being turned back.
“Wait!”
Tim did, keeping the camera on Damian and Jon.
“How’s.” Damian paused, swallowed. Jon hummed encouragingly. “…How’s Grayson?”
And of course. For all his bravado, for all his nasty words and sneers and threats – it was still Dick. Still probably the first person he ever loved, and the only one he always would no matter what, besides Jon.
“Still leading this garbage crusade. Pissed off that you two are gone, like I said before. Said he won’t rest until he finds you and brings you home, and throws those gosh-darn country boys back in prison.” Jason listed off. Cassandra just looked away, towards the penthouse’s front door. “But,” Jason sighed. “Otherwise the asshole is fine. Alive and well and looking to stay that way for a while.”
Damian stayed quiet. Just nodded as Jon held him a little tighter.
Tim turned the tablet back towards himself.
Conner was with him now, leaning on the back of the lounge chair, a few grilling tools in hand. He merely gave a silent wave. Cassandra gave him an equally silent – but clearly excited – wave in return.
“Happiness looks good on you too, Timbers.” Jason inhaled. “You better make sure it stays on him, Kent.”
“I’ll do my best.” Kon promised with a smile. He frowned almost immediately, though. “…I’m better now. My powers work fine. Jon and I could easily come get you guys-”
“Y’all mention it one more time, I’m hanging up on you.” Jason cut off sternly. “Really. We’re fine.”
Suddenly, Jason and Cassandra heard the ding of an elevator in the hallway. It was Dick, no doubt, back so soon. No one in his anti-metas team was allowed to go near his personal abode, and outside the family, with Steph and Barbara giving clear warning they were coming, no one else really dared to.
“And it sucks that we’ve gotta cut this short, but.” He glanced at Tim with a grin. “We gotta go.”
“Why, is everything okay? Are you safe?” Tim asked urgently. In the background they could hear Jon already swearing he’ll fly back if he needs to.
“Fine.” Jason reiterated with a roll of his eyes. “Just that Dickie’s home, and I refuse to give him the joy of speaking to you, or seeing you, or even knowing you’re alive.”
“His punishment.” Cassandra smiled, blowing a kiss. Tim turned the tablet one more time, and she blew one to Damian and Jon as well. Jon returned it as Tim twisted it back. “Love you. Be safe please.”
“Love you too. All of us.” Tim repeated quickly, as the doorknob turned. Jason waved him off, even as Cassandra reached for the button. “Bye!”
Cassandra shoved the tablet between the sofa cushions just as the door opened, and Dick came stomping back into the house.
“Back so soon?” Jason asked nonchalantly, not actually looking at his brother. Staring back down at his dismantled guns.
“Forgot some stuff.” Dick grumbled. And while not looking at Dick, he must have glanced at them, as he suddenly stopped in the hallway. “What are you so smiley about?”
“I’m not smiling.” Jason retorted. “And if I was, it was because you weren’t here.”
“Not you.” Dick snapped. “Cassie.”
Jason glanced at his sister. Indeed, a huge shit-eating grin was spread across her sharp cheeks.
“What’re you so happy about, Cass?” Dick asked her.
“Oh.” She hummed, glancing up at Jason. The corner of his mouth twitched up. “Nothing.”
“…Jason?” Dick asked for confirmation.
“Yup.” Jason looked up at him. At his deep frown and bad posture. “Absolutely nothing.”
Dick looked between them, then let out a long-suffering sigh as he continued down the hall. Jason just let out a bark of laughter, throwing his arm around his sister’s shoulders.
“Nothing at all, Dickie-boy.” He repeated, even as Cassandra pulled the tablet back out. Turned on the screen to expose a photo of Tim, Damian and their respective Kent brother, all four piled onto the sofa, each couple completely wrapped up in themselves. A photo from a few months ago, that had been sent as proof that everyone was safe and accounted for after their escape. Cassandra gently ran her fingers over their faces, letting her smile deepen. “Nothing at all.”
✈︎ chapter 19: Make it Right | ✈︎ Escape Series — 18+, Mature
✈︎ genre: angst | smut | fluff
✈︎ word count: 4272 words
✈︎ pairing: Jungkook x named-YN
✈︎ warnings: all of the feels! cursing, fighting, accusations, sneaky Tae, throwing things, breaking items, degrading words, passionate sex that includes lots of kissing, no condom, creampie, and tooth-rotting naked fluff.
✈︎ summary: "The only person who recognized me, an eternal night with no end visible [...] Can I hold that hand now? Oh oh, I can make it right."
After nearly a month and tired of the moping, 2 friends plot to help make it right.
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After another week of weirdness, Dahlia approaches Taehyung. She’s tired of Vanessa ignoring her, tired of Jungkook hiding out and avoiding the fact that anything is wrong; she just wants things to go back to normal.
“Tae, I can’t do this anymore.” Dahlia sits on the edge of Tae’s bed in the dorm. It’s early, most of the island inhabitants are still sleeping, but Dahlia knows Tae hasn’t gone to bed yet, still up playing on his computer. “I feel like I’m losing both of my friends. Something needs to be done because they’re both obviously too stubborn to attempt to work this out.”
Tae pauses his game before resting his chin between his thumb and forefinger, his eyebrows furrowing as he takes in her concerns. A sly smile forms on his face and his eyebrows raise.
“So we need to find a way to get both of them together, unable to avoid each other, with no interruption?”
“Yes, Tae,” her voice is full of exasperation, “how else will they be able to talk and work out this issue, which in all honesty you played a major role in.”
Tae looks taken aback at her accusation.
“Me? How did I…oh, yeah,” he chuckles as he seems to reminisce on the situation quite intensely in his mind, licking his lips at the thought.
“Tae, can you please be serious for a moment? We’re talking about two people we care a lot about. There is the possibility that one of them quite honestly would leave the island if we don’t fix this, like ASAP.”
He begins thinking hard, thoughts going through his mind, some ideas making him giggle to himself. He then seems to have an “AHA” moment. He stares at her as if she should be able to read his mind, wide-eyed with his big boxy smile.
“Sooo, are you going to tell me what you’re thinking? Or just sit there with that ridiculous look on your face?”
Tae snaps out of his trance, a small shake of his fringe to move it out of his face.
“Right. How about we organize a game tournament? We could create a bracket and make sure that it ends with myself and Jungkook, head to head for the final battle? Tekken7 would be perfect!”
She waits for him to finish, but he just looks at her with a smug look, as if he has created the perfect plan.
“So that’s it? Just a tournament?”
He just nods his head eagerly.
“You aren’t just saying this because you love to play games?”
“Well, that’s part of it, but there’s more. First, let’s invite Jungkook, Jimin, Jin, Talia, Angel, Vanessa, and a couple of other girls. There’s no point if they won’t come. Once they all agree, I’ll tell you my plan, which, by the way, is definitely going to work.” He smiles. “Trust me.”
The look on his face confirms for Dahlia that he is serious. He must have the best idea in the world because his smile hasn’t faded since he finished talking.
She hesitates, unsure if a game night is the way to go.
“Taehyung, are you sure? I mean, we need to get them both together, in an environment that’s a little less ‘hostile’ don’t you think?
“Dahlia,” his voice rumbles deeply, “just send out the notice, I promise this plan will work.”
Dahlia nods and heads back to the Wings house to charge her phone so she can start the plan. She quickly wrote out a message to spread the news of wanting to host a Tekken7 Game Night and was able to round up a group of people to play, including Jin, Jimin, a few of the girls, and of course Jungkook. She didn’t tell him that Taehyung would be there as well.
Vanessa POV
On the day of the event Taehyung had invited you to, the sky is cloudless, a soft blue spreading for miles as you look out at the ocean view from the upstairs window. It’s been almost a month that you’ve gone without talking to Jungkook. For you, it feels like a lifetime.
You zone out a little, but you finally have some free time and the view in front of you helps you decompress before sitting watching people play video games. You aren’t so big into them, but all of your friends are, so you aren’t unaccustomed to sitting and watching them play.
The sound of the cheers have you turning back to the crowd of friends sitting around the TV mounted to the wall. Jin just beat one of the girls on the island, Sara, and is celebrating with his usual loud cheering. Sara gets up, allowing another person to take her spot, and you move back over to where Taehyung is sitting, waiting for his turn with the controller.
Sara passes the controller over to Tae, who sits in the gaming chair she just vacated, and you pull a pillow up to sit next to Tae.
“Why did you invite me? You knew he was going to be here.” You whisper to Tae while everyone is talking about the match that just ended.
“Because I wanted to spend time with you. You need to stop moping around, Ness.”
You sigh, knowing deep down that he’s right about the moping. You aren’t so sure your mischievous friend really wanted to spend time with you.
It was spectacular actually, watching the event. You try your hardest, but you can’t keep your eyes off of Jungkook. The intensity in his eyes when he plays reflects from the screen, and you just want to kiss his stupid pouting lips every time he doesn’t like how a combo move turns out against his opponent.
You feel bad for Talia when she loses to Jungkook, and the room suddenly gets hot when you realize what this means. Jungkook is the winner of his side of the bracket; opponent none other than Taehyung. The way they look at each other is enough for you to feel the tension in the room, even if no one else notices it.
“Ness, come sit next to me! I need your good luck.” Tae waves you over, so you slowly made your way to the pillow next to his gaming chair, avoiding making eye contact with Jungkook at that moment. It’s much easier once you’re sat on the pillow; he has no way of watching you if he’s in battle with Tae without standing up and being obvious about it. Oh, and of course losing the game.
The tense vibe in the room is easily displaced onto this being the final match, despite knowing better, but you gladly let that be the reason for everyone watching. You can hear them murmuring about the death glare Jungkook shot at Tae, but you refuse to look away from the loading screen as the match boots up.
“Alright, anyone want to make a bet?” You hear Jimin chime in as the players ready themselves, but you become engrossed once it starts and you don’t hear if anyone takes him up on the offer.
As the two characters, Zafina (Tae) and Fahkumran (Jungkook), battle on screen, you feel like Jungkook is taking his anger and channeling it into the game. His character is massive and absolutely obliterating Zafina.
Taehyung, growing antsy at his losing status, reaches out an arm and pushes Jungkook playfully. He has to drop an arm to the floor to maintain his balance, allowing Taehyung the chance to get a few combo blows in on him before he is able to resume full game play. You roll your eyes at Tae, hating that he’s resorting to cheating to win. It’s one of the things you hate the most when people would cheat at games. You and Jungkook have that in common.
You glance over and see Jungkook’s face, eyebrows furrowed in anger and concentration as he reclaims his lead. His ears are turning red, and you can’t help but feel a twinge in your heart for him. Tae repeats his movement, shoving Jungkook a little harder this time, and you look at Tae sharply. You debate saying something because he’s not playing fair, but before you get a chance, Dahlia’s voice is cutting across the sound of the game.
“Tae, stop cheating! Play fair or you're disqualified.” Her voice is stern and Tae gives a sheepish grin but keeps his hands to himself for the rest of the game. Which is roughly another 10 seconds, as his last shove to Jungkook allowed him to overpower Fuhkumran and Zafina is crowned the winner.
“Fucking bullshit!” Jungkook hurls the controller at the wall, where it falls with a thud to the carpeted floor. The group who’d been watching along quietly look at each other before they shrug and file out of the room. You watch them exchange money as they go, chatting about getting drinks from the tiki bar to celebrate the tournament. Once the door shuts behind them, you turn to find Tae.
Across the room you see Jungkook in the corner, arms crossed as Dahlia talks to him, voice low and soothing. Her hand traverses up and down his biceps, and you can feel the jealousy running through your veins at the sight. Tae walks over to the controller, attempting to put back in the missing Square Button. The joystick also appears to be lodged.
“It’s not that serious, bro.” Taehyung mutters under his breath, but you know that everyone in the room hears it.
You aren’t expecting the rage that rolls off of Jungkook’s shoulders, his voice raising as he yells back at his elder.
“You never take anything seriously! How would you know?!”
Dahlia remains between the two of them, and Taehyung puts his hands up, palms facing Jungkook after he flings the broken controller onto a nearby pillow.
“You got it, bro,” he concedes, walking past you to leave the room. Jungkook is facing the wall away from you, Dahlia rubbing her hand on his back in comforting circles. You know Jungkook probably feels bad for raising his voice at Tae; he’s always tried to respect their age gap despite how often Taehyung wanted there to be no such barriers between them. You turn away from the sight of Jungkook and Dahlia, feeling nauseous when Tae offers you his hand.
You accept, allowing him to pull you out of the room and into the now-abandoned hallway.
“Hey, let me go grab a jacket and pee real quick...wait here.” Taehyung disappears down the hallway towards his room, and you turn to lean your back on the wall, reaching for your phone to peruse social media while you wait for him. Except that your phone is no longer in your back pocket. Sighing, you turn to go back into the room you just vacated, knowing that it has to be in there. As you approach the door, it opens, Dahlia quickly exiting as you turn your body to slide past her retreating one and enter the room.
The sound from the game is still playing awkward ambient music as you approach the tournament area to sift through the pillows and blankets for your misplaced phone. Jungkook is standing near the chair he sat in, trying to fix the mashed joystick on the controller he threw. You can hear his heavy breathing as you ignore him, shaking out a blanket before discarding it to the side.
“So your little boyfriend can do no wrong, huh?”
You pause as you lift a pillow, unsure if your ears heard him clearly over the sound of the TV. You decide to respond anyways, tired of the passive-aggressive behavior you witnessed today.
“My little boyfriend?” you scoff, “And what about you? Your little girlfriend was all over you tonight.”
“What girlfriend?” He has the audacity to play dumb, going so far as to quirk his head to the side in the cute way that you like, if he wasn’t so infuriating. Exasperation is the only way to describe how you’re feeling as you answer him.
“Dahlia.” A roll of your eyes helps to get your point across. Jungkook freezes, eyes meeting yours as he fixes his mouth to respond to you.
“You knew what it was when you got to this island.” The bluntness of his statement hurts, more than anything that’s happened so far between the two of you. So you do the one thing you can do so you don’t show him how hurt you are. Act like it’s nothing with your response and walk away so you can cry in peace.
“Guess you only pay attention to people you’re actively fucking.” You turn on your heel to walk out of the room, missing phone be damned.
“Please,” his sneering remark has you pausing; you really want to hear what he’s going to follow up with. “Don’t act as if I’m the bad guy, like you weren’t out here being a ho for Hyung.”
You whip your head around so fast, walking back towards him with fire under the soles of your feet.
“Is that not the point of you guys paying for this island for us? To get your fucking dicks wet whenever you fucking want?!”
It’s a blur once you both start yelling; a lot of criticism back and forth, about who was wrong first and who hurt who more. Somehow you’ve been backed up, cornered to the wall like a wounded animal, and you can tell you’re close to your breaking point.
“I bet he doesn’t even fuck you how you like; he doesn’t know your body how I do!” Jungkook’s hand slams against the wall near your head, but you don’t even flinch because you’re so riled up from his words.
“At least he fucks me!” You push his chest with 2 hands, trying to shove him away from you, and while he takes a step back, the man is made of muscle, allowing him to utilize the momentum to come closer, eyes cut as he stares down at you.
It’s now quiet, the sound of heavy breathing the only sound filling the room as silent tears begin to roll down your face. You’re so frustrated with him. Doesn’t he understand that he allowed room for Taehyung to step into the spot he left vacant? That you wanted him, waited for him to come back when he ran away and instead he had run to Dahlia. How could he accuse you of being a ho when he himself had been with practically every woman on the island twice over in the two weeks it took you to give in to Taehyung. Isn’t he the one who said you knew what it was from the jump? So why doesn’t that same courtesy to sleep with anyone on the island extend to you as well?
You say as much, voice shaky as you share your thoughts, trying to speak through the tears.
His eyes soften, taking in the tear streaks streaming down your face and he feels all of his anger dissipate. Everything you said to him he had heard already from Dahlia, who tried to rationalize it for him every day saying he couldn’t be mad at you.
“How did we get here? How do we make it right?”
You shrug your shoulders, looking away from him. You can’t speak; you know you’ll turn into a sobbing mess if you do. His voice is too soft, too sweet, too caring right now.
“Please, princess...” he rakes a hand through his hair, pushing it off his forehead as he contemplates what to do. In the end, you don’t push him away when he envelops you into his arms, pulling you down onto a pillow with him. He takes his thumb across your cheek, wiping away the salt water you’re expelling.
“Princess...”
“You hurt me.”
Your voice is so quiet, he has to lean in to hear the rest of your words. “I was so worried about you when you ran off. I wasn’t even thinking about myself, about what people were saying about me because all I could think about was you. And the longer I waited and worried, I finally pulled out my phone as a distraction.”
You sigh. “Everywhere I looked, it was that damn picture of us, and words like Slut, Whore, Ugly… every name in the book. The one person I wanted to turn to, who would understand what I was going through because it happened to him too...had run away from me and left me by myself to deal with this. Then Tae told me that Dahlia had gone to you, and you had talked to her… I didn’t know—Who was I supposed to talk to then if you didn’t need me, but I needed you?”
You turn away, but he’s quick to pull your face back towards him.
“I’m here now. Talk to me.”
“I just...I don’t know what to say now. Honestly.”
“Oh really?” he smirks, gentle, as the tension between the two of you isn’t erased yet. “You sure just had a lot to say just now.”
You hit his arm softly, fake glaring at him.
“I guess…I’m mostly hurt because even though we aren’t, like, you know? I still feel some type of way when I see you with other girls. It’s only natural and I know that, I mean, think about how long I’ve thought about this, and then it comes true? Not even in my wildest dreams...” you shake your head. “I guess I thought I meant a little more to you, that I wasn’t just someone on the island you fuck.”
“You’re not just someone I fuck.” His eyes, wide enough to drown in, are sincere as he expresses himself for the first time.
“Look, before coming here to this island, I was Jungkook of BTS. I don’t know who I am outside of BTS. I felt like girls only wanted me because I was ‘of BTS’ and not because I was Jeon Jungkook. Coming here I was able to meet people who wanted to know me, the real me, outside of the group. The women here? ARMY is truly amazing. And I’m not the only one who feels this way; you guys are exactly what we hoped for. I feel like it’s okay to be Jeon Jungkook when I’m here…when I’m with you. That the two aren’t as different as I thought. You helped me realize that.”
You shake your head no.
“You know what I mean, you’re a part of helping me realize that. The other people on the island have helped too, don’t get me wrong, but you, princess,” he tucks an unruly strand of hair behind your ear, “you are not just someone I fuck.”
You don’t know who closes the gap between your faces first, but Jungkook kisses you gently as if you are porcelain and would break. He keeps a hand on your cheek, gently caressing with his thumb across the soft skin that had not too long ago been the waterfall for your tears. You lean into the kiss, enjoying the softness of his lips as they move in tandem with yours.
His scent overpowering you, you can’t help but clutch at his shirt with both hands as you maneuver yourself to straddle his waist. He groans a melodic sound that sets you alight. It’s been so long since you felt him like this, and you can tell he feels the same. His hands palm at your ass, and you squeal into his kiss when he rocks back then stands with you in his arms. Your legs instinctually wrap around his waist, and without breaking the kiss, he walks you out of the room and down the hall towards his own.
The two of you are so enraptured by one another, you don’t notice the mischievous grins in the hallway watching your departure.
Once in Jungkook’s room, he lays you onto the bed gently. His kisses move along your face, peppering your cheeks and nose before traveling down your jawline. Your chest heaves as you catch your breath. His hands are adoring, the way they enjoy the swell of your breasts, the curve of your womanly body beneath his muscular frame. He enjoys how soft you are in comparison to him, revels in the way he can cup your ass, and once stripped of your clothes, the way he can bury himself in you.
Your back arches off the bed as he plunges deep inside of you, his arms hooking under yours and gripping your shoulders. He’s keeping you close, chests touching as he rolls his hips and languidly kisses you. His tongue, warm and wet, lazily wrestles with your own; he’s in no rush tonight. He wants to spend time reacquainting himself with your body, pulling out delicious sounds that he can swallow with your kiss, enjoy the grip of your hands in his hair as he makes love to you like he’s never done before.
You don’t try and keep quiet—knowing his brothers can probably hear you just turns you on more, and his strong strokes, driven by his powerful thighs, leave you incapable of coherent sentences—let alone full words. His forehead presses to yours, and he can tell by the way your walls quiver around his cock that you’re close.
“Look at me...” He speaks this against your lips, lips grazing lovingly as he ends the request with a peck.
Your eyelids flutter as they open, pleasure rolling through you in waves and when you take in the view, the black curls that fall damp with sweat around his face, a bunny smirk on that same face as he doesn't let up on the thrust of his hips, and a galaxy in his eyes, you let go, giving him your orgasm as you constrict around him, and he grunts, the coil snapping for him as he empties himself into you, his cum coating your insides as he pumps through it, the added wetness leaving you both sensitive to the glide of his member against your velvety walls.
He slows down before he stops moving, remaining in you as your body recovers from the trembling mess he had turned you into. And it feels so good, allowing him to reside in you, cockwarming one of your favorite parts of his body as he snuggles his face into the crook of your neck. You feel the gentle kisses along your collarbone that he leaves as you wrap your arms around him, holding him to you. He sighs, content and spent from your lovemaking as your left-hand runs through his hair, nails scratching his scalp in the way that he likes to help fall asleep. He looks up at you then, bringing his face to yours for another lingering kiss; he’s greedy tonight after weeks without a taste of you.
“I’m sorry...” His lips brush yours as he apologizes, eyes low as he gazes into your own.
“I let my jealousy get the better of me. Seeing you with Taehyung was… well honestly it was hot as fuck, but a part of me was so angry seeing him with you. And I know I have no right—”
“You have every right. Your feelings are valid, baby. But so are mine. We need to talk to each other if we want whatever this is between us to be good. I’m not saying it’s going to be great every day, we’ve talked about this before, and we still ended up in this…entanglement. But if we can respect each other enough to talk it out...And not sleep with each other’s roommates when we’re mad at each other...”
He kisses you softly, a lingering touch that has you shivering with need again.
“I didn’t sleep with Dahlia. But I promise, next time, I’ll come to you first. I wanted you, you know? When I heard the golf cart approach, I hoped it was you. My mind was just all over the place—”
“I’m sorry too, you know?” You hide your face in his firm chest, hating the feeling when apologizing but knowing it’s necessary. “I was mean to you when you caught me and Tae, and then I assumed that you and Dahlia…God,” you pause, breathing him in to ease the discomfort. “I was such a bitch to her.”
Jungkook kisses your hair, smoothing it down as he chuckles lightly.
“My baby is such a jealous little monster. I love it.”
You pinch his side, making him laugh as he squirms in your embrace, but it helps you build the courage to speak the last thing on your mind.
“I love you. I know that it’s not the same for you as it is for me, I’ve loved you as your fan for a while now, so I have no fears in saying it to you now, and I don’t expect you to say it back. I just want you to know. I love you, Jeon Jungkook. Not of BTS. Though he’s pretty great too.”
You fall asleep like that, wrapped up in one another, and in the morning you find your phone slipped under the door to Jungkook’s bedroom. An unread text from Taehyung lets you know he had your phone the whole time, and that he stole it so you and Jungkook would talk. He even included a winking emoji saying if you were mad about it, you could beat him up, but he didn’t think you’d have the energy for it today.
✈︎ warnings: cursing, rope/scarf play, use of sex toys, edging, dom!Joon/sub!Reader, oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected sex, praise, multiple orgasms, accidental exhibitionism, light spanking, aftercare
✈︎ summary: When Namjoon calls for you, you can’t say no to helping him deal with the mess he’s facing.
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“FUCK!” Namjoon yelled loudly from his desk, the exasperation in his voice evident. The frustrations of trying to figure out how to form a country without the unwanted attention for BigHit is extremely frustrating for him. He knows that they have full support from BangPD with the donation they gave to help the girls acquire the island, and the only part that BigHit has jurisdiction over is the satellite office they are in the process of finishing up here.
Hobi and Jimin proposed the idea of having a remote office location, so the boys can have a safe place to come to when they need a break. This still allows them to continue to work on their different schedules, if they need to have meetings, or work on music when they are on Bangtania.
Not being able to become a country is proving to be quite the nuisance. Trying to get certain things to the island, since taxes and import tariffs are hard to navigate, the situation is making expansion difficult. BangPD wants to help, but he can’t give valuable resources for the company to them for the island.
Namjoon decides to email Jungkook and Vanessa, his Mayor and Deputy Mayor, respectively, for a briefing, because they need to come up with a solution for the lack of funds available to them. It’s not that the boys don’t mind paying for things for the girls on the island; they honestly love all of the girls that have arrived so far, from the ones who were the original 14, the ones who decided to stay, and the ones who decided to leave.
Of course they do, they are their ARMY. Their entire universe. Everything the boys have is because ARMY believed in them enough to support their craft and help them follow their dreams. Of course, the boys know their craft and their talent carried them most of the way, but the faith their fans put into them? That was what created the real magic. The bond they share between artist and fan.
That was the one saving grace for Namjoon, knowing he had the women on the island as an outlet when things got tough and he didn’t want to face his brothers just yet. This issue of figuring out what to do moving forward was making him more frustrated than he was used to feeling lately, if ever, since arriving on the island.
Namjoon grabs his phone, using his face to unlock it and sends a text to “Babygirl” knowing he is in dire need to relieve some of this built up tension, especially before attempting to have a meeting that will add to his frustrations.
Vanessa is at her desk, as is her usual, attempting to get some of the daily island issues dealt with, like room availability for future girls who would like to stay, plans to build more liveable buildings as well as finding a way to create a cash flow for the island.
“Princess?” she hears Jungkook call her from his office.
No matter how much work she has to take care of, she will always try and find time to spend with her Kookie.
She gets up and walks over to where her office leads to his, a large doorway that's off to the side of her desk, and peaks into his office door, hoping to find him half naked and ready for her, but instead he is at his desk, eyebrows furrowed as his doe eyes focus on whatever it is that he is looking at on the screen.
“What are you studying so hard?” She asks with a playful laugh.
“Did you get the urgent email from Rapmon-hyung?”
She walks briskly over to the desk and reads the email on the screen.
You were gathered around the coffee table in your living room when you get a text from “Daddy” stating that he needs you to come to his office immediately, which makes you nervous, because he usually only requests that when he is in his “Master’s Chambers.”
Even though you were in the middle of a game with your housemates, you leave, abruptly, without any explanation. You don’t want to make Daddy mad.
As you jump into the golf cart and head over to the main house, he texts again, and your heart begins to race uncontrollably as you take in the words on the screen.
“The longer you make Daddy wait, the more you will pay.”
You arrive at the door outside of his office, your heart pounding out of your chest as you knock first.
“Who is it?” He snarls, sounding quite irritated.
“Me,” you say quietly, winded from the excitement of what is to come.
“Who is ‘me’?” He asks, in a deep, soft, yet commanding tone.
You look around to make sure nobody else is listening.
“Daddy Joon, it’s Babygirl.”
“Enter,” his voice seems to reverberate through the quiet building.
You walk in and see he is standing behind his chair, shirtless, his lips pulled in tight as they press together.
“Close the door.”
You do as you’re told, standing by the door awaiting his next command.
He lifts an eyebrow at you, smiling that half smile with his dimple making an appearance before getting serious again.
“Come sit down.” He pats the chair, bringing your attention to the toys and accessories on the desk.
You walk over, hands clasped in front of you, head down showing him your submission, but struggling at the same time as you try not to let him see the eager smile on your face.
“Am I amusing to you, Babygirl?” He clears his throat. “Get in this chair, now!”
The tone in his voice sends chills throughout your body and you do exactly as you are told. He then blindfolds you. You feel your other senses kick in sharper as he takes away your sight.
“Babygirl, do you remember the colors?”
“Green is ‘all good’,” you say with a giggle, thinking to yourself how ridiculous it feels to be going through this routine with him; you know when he asks you your color, to reply with green, yellow, or red. You know to speak up and say yellow or red as soon as something in the scene makes you feel uncomfortable or is too much.
“Did I say you could laugh?” He ties your wrists together snugly with a silk scarf that you noticed on the desk.
“Lift your arms above your head.”
You do, and he then takes them and brings them down behind your head, attaching them to something on the chair.
Namjoon takes your leg, lifting it gently as he maneuvers it over the edge of the arm of the computer chair, before he moves to grasp your other leg placing that one as well over the arm. You are unable to see what is going on, but your hyper-sensitive ears take in every sound. You feel him hovering over you, the sound of his breath against your ear, followed by a clicking sound as the chair leans back at a 45 degree angle. He steps back and begins rustling through what sounds like the drawers, before you feel him tying your ankles to the chairs arms. He grabs you with both hands at the hips and pulls you down closer to the edge of the chair. He grabs something from the desk, then you feel something cold and metal sliding up your thigh under the fabric of your shorts.
The sound of snipping alerts you to the fact that he is cutting your shorts off of your body.
“Don’t worry Babygirl, I have something for you to wear when we’re done.”
In your head, all you knew was that you were willing to walk out of here naked if that is what he commanded.
He cuts meticulously, making sure not to cut your panties. You feel the scissors travel up to your halter top and he begins cutting, once again making sure not to cut your bra.
He sets the now useless pieces of cloth to the side and you hear a low humming noise.
“Know what this is, Babygirl?” You shake your head no. The sound is too hard to decipher, but you feel like it’s bound to be one of the many toys he had spread along the table when you walked in.
“Well,” he intones slowly, “you are about to find out.” As he finishes his sentence, you feel him move your panties to the side, inserting two small and round objects inside of you.
“These are vibrating, remote control Ben Wa balls, have you ever used them?” You shake your head no and then you hear the click of a button. The balls begin to gently vibrate inside of you; your body immediately responds as your walls become slick and wet clenching around the balls. You let out quiet, short moans as you allow the pleasure to increase, building within you.
The button clicks again, causing an increase in the vibration level, and you feel yourself tightening as you clench down harder around the intrusion, about to climax.
“Are you going to cum?” You nod your head, unable to speak, and he turns the vibration off, just as you were about to reach your peak.
“I haven’t told you to cum yet.”
This begins a slow edging tease from your Daddy, who, after letting your climax fizzle away, turns the vibration on and off, continuously. He times each of these with the rise and fall of your orgasms, waiting until you are about to reach your peak, before ceasing the sensation. You cry out each time in frustration, but he continues, checking in the most recent time.
“Color?”
“Green,” you pant; despite the frustration you feel having your high dissipate, you can tell from the edge in his voice and the intensity of the scene that he needs this more than you need to cum.
He fires up the vibrating balls again, and you buck, hitting something soft that you realize is him. You feel his mouth on your clit just as he turns the balls onto the highest vibration level. He sucks and flicks at your nub until you reach your peak.
“Daddy... I-I’m gonna- I’m c-cumming!” You whine-yell as you explode all over his chin, your muscles tightening so hard around the balls that they slide out. He moans on your clit, still sucking and flicking beyond your orgasm, causing you to squirm in the chair. You hear when the Ben Wa Balls fall to the floor with a heavy thud, one after the other.
He finally stops and you hear him grab something from the desk. He then removes the blindfold as he is cleaning his face.
“Are you enjoying yourself so far?” You nod your head, a breathless ‘green’ slipping from between your lips.
“Good, because I am not even close to done.”
He turns the chair so your back is facing the desk and he releases your hands from their position, restrained above your head. He takes a few moments to massage them, making sure they aren’t asleep. He slowly unties your ankles from the arms of the chair and massages them as well before he lowers your legs, letting the blood flow return. Soon after he is tying your ankles together. Upon finishing, he moves back to your arms and reties them, this time to the arms of the chair where your legs had previously been bound. He then uses the remaining scarf to tie your closed legs to the bottom of the chair. He finishes with a gentle tug to make sure they are bound properly.
“Is that comfortable?”
You nod with a smile.
He brings the chair back to its upright position, then lowers it so that you are eye level with his hard, clothed cock, which looks like it is about to explode through his pants. You swear the seams look as if they are unfurling and it’s going to come swinging out like a large baseball bat.
Undoing his pants, he removes himself gently, and you can see the precum leaking from the tip. He is just as hard as you thought, and you feel your mouth salivating at the thought of taking him.
“Open your mouth...wide.”
You comply and he slowly eases his cock into your mouth; he knows your limits and knows that of them, there aren't many.
You swallow to lubricate your throat, causing him to moan and hiss feeling your mouth and throat tightening around him. You open your throat more, relaxing as you breathe through your nose, and he enters just enough to let his pre-cum leak down your esophagus. He backs out slowly, allowing you to catch your breath and then eases all the way into your throat this time.
You gag a little, but with each stroke your throat relaxes and becomes more open for him. Just as he pulls out then re-enters your throat, the office door swings open.
"Rapmon-Hyung we came right away, what’s so important that it couldn't wait..."
You hear Jungkook clear his throat; Daddy must've given him a glare so hard, Kook lost his train of thought.
He pulls out of your throat and rotates you so you're facing Vanessa and Jungkook, tied to a chair, lips red and puffy from him fucking your mouth, and all you can say is, "Oh, hey guys!"
They both stand there looking shocked.
"As you can see, I'm busy. Had you read the email correctly, I specifically stated a time, which isn't for another hour. I only marked it urgent so you would read it right away." He lets out a low, throaty growl that only you hear and it makes your walls clench.
"Sorry," Vanessa says quite embarrassed. "We’ll just wait in the conference room until you finish.” She clears her throat. Kook, let's go."
She pulls him by a loop on his shorts and he just smiles, one of those impressed smiles. They close the door behind them.
"My hyung is a fuckin boss!" You hear him say to Vanessa, but you can't quite make out her reply.
The chair turns back around, abruptly.
"Now that we know we have… listeners, I need you to be quiet baby, can you do that?” you nod, eager to please. “Good girl, now where were we?" he says and immediately his cock is back down your throat.
“Mmm, Babygirl, your throat feels so good around my cock,” he lets out another deep moan as he pulls out. He strokes back into your throat, grabbing the back of your head so he can really get deep, pulling your face into him. He releases some of his hot cum down your throat, then pulls completely out of your mouth.
He releases your arms and legs from the chair, binding your wrists together and stands you up, moving you toward the desk, pushing your upper back to bend you over the top of it. He extends your arms to the edge of the desk and you grab it tightly. He leans over you, his still hard cock grinding against you. One of the great things about Daddy was his ability to remain hard after cumming. He was able to satisfy all of your needs.
He wraps a long hand around the front of your neck, giving a light squeeze as he uses his other hand to guide himself into your already wet and slick opening.
“Damn! Babygirl, you’re so tight. You grip me like a glove.” He lets out a hiss as he continues pushing his girthy member all the way in until he bottoms out.
You want to moan and scream in pleasure, but he has not given you permission yet. So you hold back the urge, even though with just the first stroke you are already about to reach your climax.
Your walls tighten around his thick cock, he tightens his grip around your throat, pounding you harder with each stroke.
“Babygirl, are you about to cum, mm?” He asks, a dark tone to his voice.
You nod your head. He tightens his grip a little more, and pounds even harder.
“Tell me when.”
He thrusts in and out, his grip tightening until you are lightheaded, helping you to reach your climax even faster.
“I-I’m c-cum…” is all you can manage to get out as your orgasm peaks. Your juices lubricate his member allowing him to glide in and out even faster.
He smacks your ass with his loose hand, gripping your cheek after. He pounds until all of your juices have settled from gushing, then flips you over easily, throwing your legs up and over one shoulder. He removes the scarves from your ankles as he slowly continues plunging into you and once your legs are free he moves on to the other side before he leans down on top of you, pushing your knees to your shoulders.
You throw your still tied hands over his head, arms around his neck as he slides easily within your velvety walls. This time you let out a breathy moan, hoping to help him feel good; you know this is more than just sex right now after hearing about an urgent meeting after this.
“D-Daddy, you feel so good inside of me.”
You know what his triggers are too: he loves praise, he loves when you tell him how good he feels inside of you, he loves being able to make you feel good with his cock. He stops pounding and slows his strokes, looking deep into your eyes. His eyes almost sparkle as he gazes at you, the praise going a long way with him and he leans in and kisses you; a reward. He slow strokes for a few more minutes, savoring other parts of your body he had neglected, sucking and nibbling on your nipples, on your neck, leaving marks for everyone to see and marking his territory because you are his Babygirl.
He leans up again, making eye contact briefly and you watch as the sparkle turns dark. You know he’s ready to finish, and he pulls you to the edge of the desk and begins slamming in and out of you. Thrusting his hips with precision, his cock hitting your g-spot with each stroke, Namjoon’s fingers grip your hips and he begins to shake as his cock starts pulsating within your walls.
Your body reacts and you orgasm for the third time, with him, your walls gripping him as he releases his hot cum deep inside of you, mixing his with yours. His heavy, labored breathing begins to slow and his cock begins to soften as he slowly pulls out of you. He ducks his head, sliding himself from between your bound hands.
He opens a drawer and pulls out a soft cloth, wiping you clean, then himself. He unties your wrists, gently rubs them with care, where his restraints left marks.
He stands you up, making sure you have your bearings before pulling you to him and kissing your forehead.
“You did good today Babygirl, Daddy appreciates it.” He pulls you against his chest and strokes your hair for a bit, a calming technique you had seen him do once before. Once both of your breathing has returned to normal and you feel yourself growing sleepy in his arms, Namjoon chuckles to himself before walking you to the closet in his office.
When he opens it you see he has quite the collection of toys spread along a dresser like table, as well as a variety of clothes. He hands you one of his t-shirts and a pair of his jogging pants.
“I know they’ll be big on you, but I expect you to be wearing that when I come to retrieve you after the meeting. Master’s Chambers has missed you lately, and I have a feeling I will need a lot more of you after this.”
He smacks your ass, leaving a handprint that stands out flush against your skin, before putting his own clothes back on and heading out of his office. It’s time for him to address the very pressing concerns that have been brought to his attention.
✈︎ pairing: Taehyung x oc!Vanessa | Jungkook x oc!Dahlia
✈︎ warnings: alcohol, feels like infidelity but its not, oral (f. receiving), fingering, face riding, drinking while sad, dub-con kiss, somno leading to sex, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, crying, angst chapter ending.
✈︎ summary: "I want the you that meets my eyes. I want the you that wants me again. Please don’t leave me. Please don’t fall. Never never fall. Don’t go far away." Like all things hidden, hidden things must come to light.
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It isn’t easy being Jungkook. The golden maknae of the world’s most famous group, he’s used to being looked at and talked about, but that’s typically from afar. He’s also used to being single, but being here on the island has changed that for him. Here, he’s surrounded by a lot of women who are more than willing to warm his bed, listen to his thoughts, and spend time having fun with him.
He has several people he’s grown close to, like Dahlia, who’s one of his good friends. She plays video games with him often when he waits for Vanessa, and he truly enjoys spending time with her. She’s someone he can talk to about anything, without judgement. There are also a few girls he loves to entertain sexually, some who seek him out more often than others, and he definitely enjoys that change in speed from his first 7 years signed to BigHit.
And then there’s her.
Jungkook lay back on his bed, thinking about her. It’s been 2 weeks since he’s been with her, but every passing day of the 2 weeks, she crosses his mind. His princess. The only person who he calls that, the only person who he lets sleep over in the very bed he is strewn across. It’s a weird feeling for him, because he’s single. He can do what he wants. They all can. But there’s a certain type of possessiveness he feels, one he hasn’t felt about something in a long time. He thought he’d been broken from that habit years ago being raised by his 6 brothers.
Jungkook feels his phone vibrate, noticing a text from Dahlia saying that she was down at the tiki bar, so he sits up and makes his way down to join her.
“Kookie!” Dahlia stands from the bar stool in front of Yoongi to greet Jungkook as he saunters slowly over to the poolside tiki bar. There are a few girls lounging by the pool nearby, and he can see Hobi in the water with a few others.
“Hey, Dahl.”
The two sit at the bar as Yoongi pours a drink for Dahlia and serves Jungkook water. Since he tends to always be dieting, he avoids drinking alcohol unless it was for special occasions or vacations, and even then, he’s been known to drink juice (or a cup of milk) instead.
“How’ve you been? Haven’t seen you over at the house in a while.” Dahlia says after taking a gulp of her drink. She winces as it goes down; Yoongi’s always a little heavy handed with his pours.
“Oh, you know, been busy. Trying to make sure everyone who wants to spend time with me gets a chance.” Jungkook states, avoiding eye contact with Dahlia.
“Is that so? Hmm...” She swirls her drink, staring at the ice cubes as they dance around the cup, deciding whether to broach the elephant in the room with him or not. “Ness has been having trouble sleeping lately... Every time I see her she’s up super late or getting up early. I’m not used to it,” she laughs to lighten up the weight of what she wants to say.
“True.” Jungkook nods, pouting his lips out as he digests that information. He can see the girls on the sun beds nearby eyeing them, no doubt listening to the conversation.
Dahlia turns to face him, unable to hold back her exasperation.
“True? What’s going on with you? It’s not like you to avoid her.”
Jungkook feels himself getting defensive, but can’t stop himself.
“No? Why can’t I just have some space? It’s not like anyone belongs to anyone here.” He leans forward, allowing his long fringe to cover his eyes as he crosses his arms.
“Whatever, Jungkook.” Dahlia dismisses; she knows she pushed him too far, too fast. “You know you may not belong to her, but you know that she belongs to you. She misses you.” Dahlia is quiet for a few moments to let her words sink in before speaking again. Her voice is softer. “She’s not sleeping because you’re not around to remind her to chill out and enjoy herself. Even before this island... She's always been like this. I knew her on twitter and she threw herself into school and work when she was upset about stuff going on in her life.”
Dahlia finishes off her drink, fully turning to face Jungkook.
“Imagine if the person who was involved in something shitty happening to you, someone you damn near trust with your life, and on her level, probably loves in some way, shape, or form, just up and ignores you. Who else knows what you went through but them? Who else do you want to go to for comfort? And they're not even around to, at the bare minimum, talk about it?”
Jungkook nods silently, taking in what Dahlia is saying. He knows that she has a point, a pretty good fucking point at that, so he decides to go see Vanessa and maybe get some one on one time with his favorite girl.
“Such a filthy little girl you are.” Jungkook’s voice is steadier than what he actually feels at that moment. He just walked into the main house expecting to find Vanessa buried in work or napping on her desk like she often does when she works all day, but instead his eyes are narrowed into slits as he watches her getting devoured by his hyung. Jungkook leans on his shoulder in the doorframe, arms crossing over his chest as he takes in the view, unable to help also feeling turned on by the sight.
The setting sun provides him with a perfect view of her exposed and dripping cunt, with Taehyung’s fingers buried inside of her.
“Jungk-kook,” she pants, trying to sit up, but Tae’s other hand holds her hip firm, keeping her in place.
“My princess has been a dirty girl tonight, letting Tae taste what’s mine.”
She turns her face away, unable to make eye contact with Jungkook, and this makes him feel some type of way. He knows it isn’t fair. He’s been neglecting her and he knows it, knows from Dahlia that it feels like he’s been purposefully avoiding Vanessa, spending time with others instead.
“Oh, I didn’t know JK, I just stopped by for some business and she looked… stressed. How could I not help out our Deputy Mayor?” Taehyung’s voice is teasing, a mocking tone Jungkook knows well. Taehyung’s head currently lay on Vanessa’s thigh as he looks up through lashes at Jungkook who steps farther into the room and is now leaning on his palms along the edge of the desk. Jungkook can feel his blood racing through his veins, desire as well as jealousy pumping through him.
“She just looked so… tired. Like she hadn’t been cared for in a while. So I figured whoever had been taking care of her recently had slacked off a bit.” Taehyung’s fingers continue to stroke inside of her, the thrusts of his digits not lost on Jungkook, who is attuned to everything her body is doing. Jungkook can’t help but watch. Taehyung flicks his tongue out, wriggling it against her nub, and a moan tears from her throat that sends a shiver straight to Jungkook’s dick. He is the only one who makes her moan like that. Until now that is.
A low growl is in Jungkook’s throat; he fights hard to keep it quiet.
“She just does,” Tae turns his face fully into her mound and nuzzles his open mouth across her, “so much for us, and I figured she deserved to be treated well, especially since it seems like she hasn’t been lately...”
Jungkook watches as her chest heaves as she inhales rapidly; Tae is picking up speed with both his fingers and his tongue’s ministrations.
“Princess,” Jungkook rarely uses this tone with Vanessa, and her eyes snap to him as she continues to enjoy Tae between her legs. Jungkook is growing more and more annoyed by his hyung, who’s being purposely loud, smacking his lips as his slurps grow in volume. Taehyung always enjoys picking on and fucking with his youngest brother, and though Jungkook knows that, he can’t help but get riled up.
“Princess,” Jungkook repeats when her eyes close from how good she’s feeling, “do you agree with Taehyungie hyung? Do you think you’ve been neglected?”
Jungkook’s voice is so low, almost threatening, but he can’t help it.
“I do.” Vanessa nods with a loud moan.
“So you think your daddy hasn’t been taking care of you?” Jungkook challenges, lifting an eyebrow.
“Nope.” Popping the ‘p’, she uses both hands to grip Tae’s hair, using it as leverage to ride his face from the bottom. “I don’t think Daddy has been taking care of me at all lately.”
His princess is being defiant—bratty—and part of Jungkook wants to go around the desk and tame her by fucking her mouth. Prove to her just who’s in charge. But she let out a tiny mewl, a sound Jungkook loves pulling from her, and kept speaking.
“Luckily,-- shit that feels good Tae, luckily, Tae noticed and,” she bites her lip as she looks up at Jungkook, eyes rolling back, “decided to make me his Princess tonight.”
Jungkook is livid, feels his eyes burning as he watches his hyung tongue fuck Vanessa to the edge. Taehyung’s quiet murmurs carry her through her climax, and despite Jungkook’s obvious leaking of pre-cum hard on, hearing Vanessa refer to herself as Tae’s princess really pisses him off for some reason.
“Guess I’ll take myself somewhere else then,” Jungkook can’t help the venom in his tone as he glares before turning swiftly to leave the office.
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Jungkook can’t help the anger running through him. He knows it’s irrational, but he doesn’t care. He’s home in no time, shrugging out of his clothes and jumping into a cold shower. It does nothing to tame his fury, but does help the boner he was sporting the entire ride home from the Main House. Once he’s out of the shower, Jungkook still feels restless. Pulling out his cellphone, he calls Dahlia.
“Where are you?”
“Hello to you too.”
“Stop fucking around Dahl, where are you?”
“I just got back to my room. I was gonna down this soju and watch Netflix.”
“I’m coming.”
He hangs up the phone and heads out to the Wings house, part of him feeling like he didn’t even want to set foot in the house, as once he reaches the top of the stairs he faces the door to Vanessa’s room, but he just walks past it, turning left to go to Dahlia’s room instead.
Jungkook doesn’t even knock, just throws open the door and kicks it shut with the same amount of force. Dahlia watches, mystified, as Jungkook grabs one of the bottles of soju and takes a large swallow of the rice wine.
“You were wrong.” Jungkook’s voice is calm as he sits backwards in her desk chair, straddling the seat as he leans his forearms on the back of the chair.
“I was wrong about?”
“She definitely didn’t look like she was missing me one bit, seeing as when I walked into her office, Taehyung was nose deep in her cunt.”
Dahlia can’t help the face she makes, but her secondary thoughts are not of surprise. She knows that Vanessa hasn’t been getting any for the past 2 weeks, and after getting steady dick from the man seated before her, she’s surprised that Vanessa was able to last 2 weeks before caving in.
“Yea, your face says it all.” Jungkook takes another swig and Dahlia is sure that Jungkook could finish the green bottle with one more gulp. She has 3 more on the nightstand, but feels like Jungkook needs it more than she does. She passes him an unopened bottle.
“I mean, weren’t you just saying that no one belonged to anyone and stuff?” Dahlia turns his words back on him from earlier.
“Yea, and weren’t you saying how she was mine? Apparently she’s Tae’s princess tonight. Fuck.”
Jungkook finishes the bottle and starts on the next one.
“JK, let’s be honest. Seriously. Why are you so mad about it? You’ve never gotten mad about any other girl on the island hooking up with one of the other guys.”
“You know what?” Jungkook glares at Dahlia and downs the soju, not bothering to reply.
With all of the bottles now empty, it's been less than an hour and Jungkook has had 4 bottles to himself. Add that with him being a lightweight, not having eaten, and, well, Dahlia ss experiencing it firsthand.
Jungkook is sprawled out on her bed and he won’t shut up with his sad boy emo hours.
“Okay goooooogle.. Play.. The Truth Untold by BTS.”
His words are slurred, but google understands enough to begin playing, but hearing Taehyung’s low timbre makes Jungkook feel worse.
“Dahl, I just..” he sighs, rolling to face her, eyes red rimmed with unshed tears. Alcohol and a sad Koo do not mix well. “I didn’t like seeing them together..” His voice is a mere whisper as his confession finally leaves his lips.
“I know, Koo. I know.” Dahlia reaches out to smooth his fluffy hair, and he stares up at her, enjoying the tender, nurturing touch as his own voice filters through the small circular speaker.
It’s nothing really, to close the distance between them and plant his lips on hers. Dahlia responds, enjoying the feel of Jungkook’s lips on hers, the weight of his tongue as he dips into her mouth, tasting her. He clings to her shirt, finding comfort in the kiss with his best friend.
Dahlia pulls away first, and though Jungkook looks at her slightly hurt from the rejection of more, she just smirks and shakes her head at him. While not opposed to sleeping with Jungkook, a drunk and sad Jungkook? A good fuck he would not make. Dahlia, being sober and ever the logical one, would rather have someone who wants to have sex with her, and not out of spite or sadness. Jungkook accepts her rejection easily, and in the time it takes for her to pee, he’s passed out on her bed. She is careful as she removes his shirt and jeans, as he typically can't sleep when he’s overly hot, and tucks him into her bed.
Dahlia climbs under the covers, facing away from the snoring Kookie and thinks about how everything has become so backwards from one private image circulating the internet.
Taehyung wakes slowly, warm under the sheets. The sun is just cresting the horizon, providing a little bit of light into the room he’s in. He blinks, taking in his surroundings as he tries to fight against the sleep that wants to pull him back in. Something moves in his arms, and everything from yesterday comes back to him. Tasting you, teasing you, watching Jungkook get mad… replaying it all in his mind, Taehyung could feel the semi he had from sleep growing, his thick rod pressing itself between your cheeks as you continue to sleep in his arms. Inhaling your scent, Tae wants nothing more than to continue where you left off last night, despite the reaction he knows his younger brother will have knowing that Taehyung “took” something of his without asking.
It’s been a while since he’s seen this side of Jungkook, the possessive brat, but Taehyung is ever the mischievous one, as Namjoon says, and he likes to fuck with Jungkook from time to time. He never means it maliciously, but he knows when Jungkook needs it because it helps him see things differently and admit things to himself. And right now, Jungkook needs to be able to admit how he feels before it gets in the way of things.
You are an important person to this island, one of the founding girls as well as taking on the deputy mayor role to help keep everything functioning so that everyone else can have fun. Losing you would suck, not just because of what you do for the island, but because everyone genuinely enjoys you being around.
Taehyung can see that you are getting burnt out, and he also knows of your bias. He’d overheard you and Talia talking one day about it, and so he also knows who your bias wrecker is. So he decided to take matters into his own hands. If Jungkook’s too stubborn to admit his feelings and take care of you, Taehyung would do what he could to get things back on track. It just so happens that he’d enjoy this mission a lot.
As you continue to sleep, Taehyung’s hands slide delicately down your form, realizing that you are still bare from the waist down from yesterday evening’s play time. He feels his cock stiffen even more, nudging your backside where it was safely pressed, and you turn in your sleep, rolling over to face his chest, leg thrown over his hip as you nuzzle deeper into his hold with a sigh. Tae sucks on his fingers before he reaches his hand down to where you're split, his fingers running across your bare mound and teasing open your slit. The pads of his fingers gently swirl around your clit, and he can hear you smack your lips in sleep as you adjust yourself again to be comfortable.
Soon he has you wet, slick glistening at your entrance as he continues his foreplay, his dick twitching to fill you. He knows you like to be woken up like this, he’s heard Jungkook brag about you being a somnophile and how great it is that he can have you anytime of the day. Taehyung lowers his boxers til his large member is free, and using his hand that is now wet with your juices, begins to coat his tip with it. His own pre-cum mingles in, adding to the slick sound as his fingers dip back into you and gather more to lubricate his head.
He’s ready, more than ready, to plunge himself deep within you. Aligning himself with your warm core, he angles his hips up and with a low throaty growl, he breaches your hole, guiding himself as far as you can take him without adequate prep. He still has yet to bottom out, but he can feel himself at the back of your pussy, walls gripping him tight as he pulls back to plunge deep within you again, slowly filling you over and over as you begin to wake.
He’s clutching you to him, one hand holding the thigh you had thrown over his hip and his other wrapping under you with his hand spread wide along your back, allowing him to speed up. He can feel himself getting closer. Tae loves this type of play; the tightness of a pussy when you wake a girl up for sex always has him reaching climax fast. He drops his head into your neck, teeth gently biting you as he feels you wake, your arms tightening their hold around him as well.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck...” you whisper, voice raspy with non-use. He feels so good, you’re happy that this is not just a part of the dream you were having and is more likely the cause of the naughty dream.
“Mmm, you’re so wet princess.” Taehyung says into your ear, licking along the edge before nibbling the bottom of it. You arch your back, pushing your chest into him and he moves his hands to the hem of your black ‘baby girl’ halter top, lifting it up so he has access to your breasts. His large hands cup them, thumbs grazing the nipples until they are perked up with arousal.
“Taeee,” your breathy moan paired with a clenching of your walls sends Taehyung into a tailspin, and he rolls you on top of him. Thrusting into you from the bottom, his boxy grin disappears into your chest as he licks a long stripe across from one nipple to the other, before taking one into his mouth.
His tongue is warm as he swirls it around your nipple, and a sharp, quick bite has you falling fully onto his cock, now sheathed entirely inside you. The squelch of your pussy sucking him in all the way is almost muffled with the accompanying moan you both let out, him from finally being taken into you fully, and you from the pleasurable stretch his girthy member provides. It sends you into your first orgasm of the morning, the sun not even fully up yet.
You stay straddled atop him as your walls convulse, knees bent at his hips as both of your palms rest against his chest while the waves of pleasure run their course. Tae runs his hand gently across your face, swooping your hair behind your ear that’s come loose. He wants to watch the faces you make as he ruins you. He grips your neck, pulling you down to him, kissing you with tongue, a sloppy open mouthed kiss that was filthy, tongues twirling around each other; the sound of the saliva the only thing you can hear as you break apart for air.
“God, I can stay in this pussy for days, princess.” Taehyung breathes, the air warm against your chest as his eyes close while you rock back and forth atop him. You’re ready for more now, and he can tell. You can feel the way his curve hits your g-spot every time you roll your hips backwards, a shiver of tingles each time. You grip his hair tightly in one hand, the other hand bracing you on his chest and it’s ungodly, the sight before you and the sound he makes as you tug the roots and roll your hips harshly. His eyes roll into the back of his head as you take him impossibly deeper; he knows he’ll cum soon if you don’t switch positions, but he’s enjoying it too much.
“Fuck, Taehyungie, riding you feels so good.”
“Yea, baby?” he pants, eyes still closed as he enjoys the sensations. He understands now why Jungkook is so possessive over you. This pussy is magical, exquisitely wet and the grip on his cock is intense.
“Uh-huh, I swear, I—, fuck, I feel you in my tummy.”
Taehyung lifts you up off of his now drenched cock, and you cry out from the emptiness you feel, but he kisses you roughly, silencing you.
“Get on your knees, baby… I want you to really feel me in your tummy.”
You obey, putting your ass in the air as your elbows hit the sheets, and Tae runs the angry head of his dick across your swollen lower lips. He’s teasing you, and you mewl, incoherently begging for him to fuck you.
Taehyung chuckles, a low throaty sound and in one fluid motion, he’s balls deep inside, chuckle turning into a groan as you squeeze your muscle around his own.
“Thankyoutaethankyoufuckthatfeelssogoodfuckthankyou,” you chant, almost like a mantra as he pulls out and slams into you repeatedly, his balls swinging with the momentum and smacking against your clit with each thrust. You’re loud; you can’t help it. Luckily, no one will be at the Main House for work until later, or else they’ll hear how deliciously wrecked you are.
That is, until Taehyung leans forward, his long frame covering your much smaller one as his hand wraps around your mouth, successfully smothering your cries. His hand is so large across your face, your hand kink has you feral for him. His other hand wraps itself delicately across your throat, and with a soft pressure, you feel your air intake decrease as he uses this positioning as leverage to fuck into you deeply, a slower thrust that puts him into what you know has to be your actual stomach.
Controlling your body like this has Taehyung climbing higher and higher. He knows he won’t last much longer, the way that you submit your body to him, that power rush; Taehyung gives a few more strokes before speeding up. You are so wet, he’s able to move quickly in and out of you, your walls tight as you also chase your second orgasm, and when you reach up to place your hand over the one he has on your throat and he feels you tighten his grip?
“I’m-- Fuck, fuck, fuck-- cum- I’m cum--” Taehyung releases his hold and allows the air to rush to your brain, and you can’t stop the sporadic grip on his cock as you tremble beneath him, crying out in pleasure. He’s so close, still pistoning his hips when you turn your head to look at him, face flushed, lips swollen, eyes shiny and pupils blown; you lick your lips and open that sweet, filthy mouth of yours.
“Cum in me, Daddy, fucking fill me up, Tae. Princess wants your seed pouring out of her.”
Pairing that with a clench of your walls as you quickly came a third time, Tae’s done for. He thrusts one last time and spurts of his semen splatter the insides of you, your walls massaging out every last drop as his hot cum pours out, filling you to the brim and leaving you satisfied.
“Fuck.”
Taehyung is laying on his back, forearm across his closed eyes as he catches his breath. You snuggle into his side, needing that cuddly aftercare and he wraps his free arm around you, pulling you close. You giggle, a cute sound reacting to him.
“You,” he pants, “you only fucked Jungkook this whole time?” he asks, bewildered. How has Jungkook downplayed the sex for so long?
“Um, yea, I mean, he was the first one of you guys that I spent time with, and then, he would see me often, sometimes twice in one day… I didn’t really have time to be with anyone else.” You give your honest answer, which makes you think about everything. You really haven't been with anyone else until Taehyung. You would see Jungkook a lot, spending time working together during that first month, and he made sure to spoil you with sex every couple of days or several times in one day, if he could.
“But… why?”
“I guess, I felt like I didn’t need anyone else, not sexually. He satisfied all my needs. Up until recently, he took really good care of me in that sense.”
“Both of you are so stubborn. He’s acting this way on purpose.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, it’s because of that girl who broke the NDA. Those pictures she took of you and Koo, a few of the girls were jealous. They thought you two were like, exclusive, and started complaining. If I heard it? He probably heard it.” Taehyung makes a face. “So Jungkook is most likely trying to establish that he’s not locked down to any one girl, but he’s stupid; he’s totally fallen for you, whether he admits it or not.”
You look up at Tae, bewildered. Jungkook? Falling for you? Not in this economy.
“Thanks for trying to make me feel better Tae, but I know that’s not true.”
“Suit yourself, princess, but I can promise you, you’re the only one he calls princess. Someone begged him to call her princess once and he legit stopped and left. Left her naked on the bed and all. He only sleeps in his own bed if you’re there. He’s only found in the dorms in the morning if you stay over. And I can count on one hand how many other girls have stayed over at his room in the dorm. Just you, baby.”
You contemplate Tae’s words as you both hold each other, enjoying the afterglow of postcoital bliss. Drifting back to sleep, you consider the idea that Tae is right, and Jungkook really does care about you, he’s just “24” and sucks at showing it. You decide you’ll talk to him later, once you’ve woken up for real, and figure out what’s going on between the two of you.
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It’s almost noon when you finally make it to the Wing’s house. For the first time in like 2 weeks, you finally felt like you had a good night’s sleep. You had decided to go home and actually spend the day resting, as Taehyung made several comments to you about you working too hard. Comparing how you usually feel to how you feel today after a good night’s sleep, you are inclined to believe him.
As you make your way up the stairs however, the door to the left of your bedroom opens up and you can’t help but glance over at the sudden movement. A mess of black hair pops through the head of a t-shirt, sprouts dancing wildly as you take in the expanse of the broad back, narrowed waist, and the tattooed sleeve of Jeon Jungkook.
For the first time since everything happened, you feel the pain of his absence the moment that he is in your presence. He hasn’t spotted you yet, and you almost call out to him until you see your roommate in the doorway with him. Dahlia, hair wet and wrapped in a robe, hugs Jungkook to her tightly before he’s able to fully put his arms through the shirt and you hear him giggle at the tight squeeze she has him locked into.
“Thanks for last night Dahl, I really needed you.”
The freshly woken up tone of his voice awakens parts of you only he can, but he leans in and kisses Dahlia’s cheek, but close to her lips, only just missing them.
“You hog the sheets, but you know I’d do anything for you, Kookie.”
You feel like everyone must have heard the way your heart just shattered, but in reality, no one notices you, not until Jungkook fully turned around to head out. You continue up the last few steps, Jungkook passing you as he makes the turn from your landing to go down the stairs and leave, eyes making contact for the briefest of seconds. You can’t decipher the look on his face, and you refuse to meet Dahlia’s eyes.
How your friend and roommate can sleep with Jungkook, in the room right next to yours, is the most devastating of revelations to you yet. You enter your room and shut the door softly, trying your hardest not to watch the half dressed man as he bounds down the steps and out of your heart.
Once in the safety of your room, you can’t hold back the gut wrenching yell into your pillows as tears freely pour down your face.
Jungkook has just made it down the drive when he realizes he doesn’t have his phone. Sighing, he runs his fingers through his hair as he quietly re-enters the house he just left. Traversing the stairs yet again, he can’t help but hear the loud sobs coming from Vanessa’s room. It pulls at his chest, knowing that she’s hurting, and his hand rests on the doorknob.
As he’s debating opening the door and going to her, Dahlia’s door opens. Her eyes widen and her mouth forms a perfect O-shape as she sees Jungkook at Vanessa’s door. Jungkook pulls his hand away quickly, walking over to Dahlia.
“I, uh, forgot my phone?” He asks quietly, seeing if she has it. Dahlia nods, holding out her hand with his phone clutched in her grasp.
“I was just coming to see if you were still outside—” A shuddering sob cuts off her sentence as she realizes what had Jungkook frozen at Vanessa’s doorway moments before.
Dahlia glances from Vanessa’s door to the wide-eyed boy in front of her and she wants to say something to him, give him advice on what to do, something , but he’s stealing his phone from her hold and disappearing out of the house before Dahlia can even form a coherent sentence.
